Georgia - S01 E33

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Georgia - S01 E33

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 33

Then the decision of what to wear. After a trawl through all the clothes that I had with me I decided on a little see-through top that’s barely long enough to cover my tits, and an ultra-short, silky, skater skirt that just about covers my butt; another skirt that I can easily forget that I’ve got it on. I decided against any vibrator or butt plug but pushed my steel balls up my hole.

I looked in the mirror and could easily see my nipples and areolas I couldn’t see my slit, but I could just see the bottom of my butt cheeks. Happy with my appearance, I set off.

One of the doormen the Lio asked me if my father was joining me and I told him that I was on my own. He spoke to one of the hostess’ and I was led to a small table near the stage where I ate and enjoyed the show again, forgetting what was in my vagina.

Then I went to the dance floor. It wasn’t long before men tried to dance with me and talk to me. I just ignored them all; it was fun watching and listening to them and the steel balls soon reminded me where they were.

As my arousal slowly grew I decided to reveal a little more and slowly turned the waist band of the skirt over. It was only a couple of centimetres but that was enough for my slit to be visible all the time and for anyone who looked to know that I didn’t have any knickers covering my butt.

I was feeling good about myself when I saw a raised area where people had moved to and were dancing. I worked my way over to it and climbed on. As I danced near the edge I watched a few men, and a couple of girls, looking at my legs and up to my pussy.

I started dancing with my feet further apart.

At one point I saw a man walking around the dance floor taking photographs and handing cards out. When he came over to where I was he looked up at me and started taking photographs. I spread my legs a bit more and smiled at him.

His response was to take photos looking up my skirt. After a few up the front I turned and let him take some of my bare butt. When I turned back to face him the camera was right in front of my pussy. I wished that I’d put one of my butt plugs in my pussy before coming out.

He smiled at me and gave me a red card. I didn’t know the significance of the red card but I did note the other people were getting white cards.

Whilst I was dancing a few men came up to me and tried to talk to me and dance with me. I wasn’t really interested and either fobbed them off, or just ignored them.

All the movement was keeping my Ben Wa balls busy, I didn’t actually cum whilst I was dancing but I got real close. So close that at one point I had to take a break and go to the rest room where I locked myself in a cubicle and made myself cum.

When I went out of the cubicle a drunken girl leaning against a sink asked me if I’d just cum. I just said that I had as I checked my hair and confirmed that my slit was still visible. The girl just replied,

“Good for you girl.”

When I decided to leave I didn’t bother unrolling the top of my skirt and just walked out. No one said a word so as I walked so I rolled it over one more time. Except for a couple of drunks on a bench, no one saw me and I got back to the boat not that long before dawn. I got in the shower, rubbed my clit until I orgasmed, then squeezed the steel balls out before going to bed.

It was nearly mid-day when I woke up, and after a shower I raided the fridge then went and sat on the deck to eat. After that I was still a little tired so I put some sunblock on and went and lay out at the back of the boat not caring if anyone saw the naked me.

I must have dozed off because I got startled by Pau,

“Excuse me Miss Georgia.”

Was the first thing that I heard; I opened my eyes and saw Pau towering above me.

“I’ve brought the details that you wanted.”

I got up and invited him onto the deck. Not even considering covering-up, I followed him up and to the table where he unrolled a couple of maps.

There were about a dozen ‘X’ marks on the maps with the name of the place written next to the ‘X’. He pointed to each one in turn and described what the place was about. Just about all of them sounded good and my pussy was already anticipating the visits.

Then Pau pulled a credit card sized object out of his pocket. When he gave it to me I saw that it was headed: -

“Dancer’s I.D. Tarjeta.” And appeared to have been issued by the Ibiza Town Council.

It also had details of my name, date of birth, nationality, an address that I didn’t recognise, and Pau’s phone number. It also had a passport style photograph of me on it.

“That’s my address,” Pau said, “I thought that it was best that I was the contact if it became necessary.”

“Fair enough.” I replied then turned the I.D. card over.

I was a little surprised to see a full frontal, naked photograph of me. Okay, it was a small photo but I could clearly make out my nipples and slit.

“Where did you get the photographs Pau, and do all these cards have naked photos of the holder?”

“No Georgia. They all have photos of the holder but they are usually dressed. I only had a full photo of you whist you were like you are now.”

“How did you get it?”

“A drone yesterday Georgia.”

“Oh yes, I seem to remember a buzzing overhead at one point. Okay, no problem.”

Pau then gave me the same talk about me not going to those places, and that if I really wanted to go then to only go with him. I told him not to worry then went and got a couple of 500 Euro notes for him. Giving it to him I said,

“Gracias, muchas gracias Pau, eso es justo lo que quería.”

He left, reminding me to phone him before I went anywhere.

I took the I.D. and put it in my little cross body bag. When I opened it I found the red card that the photographer had given me at the Lio. At first I thought that it was just a business card asking the recipient to contact the photographer to get prints of the photos that he’d taken.

When I turned it over I saw that the photographer was looking for models that needed a portfolio. This got me thinking,

“Could I go and get him to take lots of mainly naked photos on me?”

The more that I thought about it the more I liked the idea. I put the card in my ‘toys’ drawer intending to phone the man sometime.

I was wide awake by then so I thought about what to do for the rest of the day. I got out the map that the man in the marina office had given me. I scribbled some beach names and bus numbers on a piece of paper and packed a backpack with the things that I’d need for a trip to a beach.