Just a Holiday Job Pt. 02
by Drmaxc

Megan's job at an unusual gentlemen's club.

The next day, Megan was sort of a mind to see if perhaps Mr Hanley or even Mr Lucas might like a little of her handwork. Such a jolt to her, walking into the steamy hot bathing room. It was unusually full, full of males bathing. All naked. After her masturbation of the night before it came home to her just how exciting she found the sight. So many penises and, rather inevitably, twice the number of balls. Oh goodness! After her thoughts of the night before it made Megan a little weak at the knees.

Not young men; rather, men easily old enough to be her father or, in many cases, her grandfather or great uncle. Successful men in business. Unlikely a young man would be so successful, though perhaps if he started in 'daddy's firm' and proved himself early he might then join the Club. Megan smiled and nodded to the many gentlemen as she walked on the tiling by the pool. They greeted her, she knowing those below her in the pool were looking up her short white dress, as always fresh on that morning, and seeing her legs moving; legs visible right up to her white knickers. How much more they would have seen had she forgotten or simply not put her panties on? Quite a lot! Would some of those penises already be thickening and rising under water if she had forgotten her knickers? Were some already moving a little just by looking up her dress?

She stood, legs deliberately apart above the pool, excited by the thought the men below were all looking up her dress, talking to Sir Philip Cranston below her, a delightful old gentleman with such a bald head, shining away. He was closest and she could see his eyes flick from her speaking lips to where her other lips were hidden by her panties, yes, looking right up her dress. Megan rather wished she had, indeed, forgotten the knickers. She would like to have given Sir Philip, such a sweet old boy, a nice view. It would have been funny seeing him get hard under the water. Would any of the gentlemen have been so kind and helpful as to tell her of her forgetfulness, or would they just enjoy the view? Should she, perhaps, the next day -- pretend to forget?

Megan left the pool and busied herself around the Club. So much to do. Really it would have helped had there been another girl as well. Mrs Jones was certainly not unhelpful, but Mrs Jones had much to do in the office. Paperwork, ordering and paying invoices and the like. She did not have much time to do things in the Club itself. She had asked how Megan was getting on, whether she found all the naked men a bit unsettling. She hoped Megan did not feel vulnerable - at risk.

Megan assured her they had all been perfect gentlemen. She did not ask, if Mrs Jones was really worried about the men, then why was Megan and, the other girls, when there, dressed in such flimsy and rather revealing garments? Surely that was a bit provocative? Men being men and all that. Megan was sure men were hungry creatures, hungry for girl flesh. She thought they would have little control were they to see bare girl tits, they would want to grab and squeeze. When they saw flimsy panties covering a, perhaps, wet pussy, they would want to be inside with fingers and more. They would want to violate little girly holes.

"I hope," said Mrs Jones, "you haven't been seeing erections. The gentlemen do sometimes..."

"Oh no..." Megan paused, "not many anyway. I don't think they can help..."

Mrs Jones smiled. Most of the girls sooner or later got into it. The year before young Zoe had been, well, more than accommodating to the gentlemen. They had certainly liked her. It did sound like Megan would be going the same way. Sometimes Mrs Jones too felt a need. Mostly Mr Jones well satisfied that need but, sometimes, it was good to have a little change, or not so little really. Certainly, very enjoyable to take her own clothes off and slip down into that hot pool with a few of her favourite club members and enjoy being poked by their 'members'. Enjoyable having more than one -- several in fact.

Mrs Jones had a secret and an especial pleasure. Her vagina was roomy. She could 'accommodate' two penises at once -- and sometimes did just that there in the pool. She very much liked the filling experience. Standing sexual intercourse with a gentleman to her front and one to her back, both moving inside her. Had she not once accommodated no less than four pairs during one memorable afternoon. Sequentially of course! Four double ejaculations. Had she not come! And had she not been full!

Megan could not do that. Far too young! Nor could Zoe last year but, she had related to Mrs Jones before she left, that she did accommodate eight single penises sequentially one afternoon and had been very full after that!

Later, Megan slipped into the steam room and happened to find Sir Philip Cranston sitting there alone. One of the oldest members, a delightful old 'boy' with his bald head and soft voice. Megan liked the steam room, liked the little lights in the ceiling, liked the pine scent of the steam and the misty way you saw a little unclearly across the room.

Sir Philip saw her looking at the lights and explained to her that it was to give the impression of a Turkish Hammam where pieces of glass were set in the domed roof to admit a certain amount of light -- daylight not artificial. Clearly Sir Philip was very knowledgeable. He moved on from there to the cold plunge pool and then Megan came across him later again in the sauna, lying on the lower wooden slatted seat, the cooler position. A naked man all set out as if for a massage. Megan had no training in massage. Was not a masseuse. No doubt this gentleman and any of the other gentleman would have enjoyed a massage from her. And no doubt penises would have got hard. Might some ask for a 'happy ending' -- not that Megan knew the term.

Megan stepped up onto that lower bench, her sandal not quite touching Sir Philip, reaching for some old towels that had been left on the uppermost bench. She knew very well she was giving Sir Philip a view up her dress. It was deliberate really, though she did have to collect the towels.

She glanced down at the gentleman and his eyes were focused on just where she expected. She grinned, "admiring the view -- like yesterday -- Sir Philip?"

"Err, well, I... yes, it is a fine view, Megan. Something of a terminating vista!"

And he had to explain that term, an architectural or artistic term, as Megan stayed standing above him, legs a little apart allowing Sir Philip a long view of her upper thighs and panty clad sex with its rounded bulge. Megan wondered if the shape of her lips and the divide between them were visible, perhaps moulded by the thin cotton. She rather voiced her thoughts:

"Lucky I had panties on today, and yesterday, otherwise what might you have seen!"

"Indeed yes, as Howard Carter said, 'Wonderful Things.' Lucky for you but not for me, Megan!"

"Sir Philip, really!" But then Megan had a naughty idea. A kind and generous idea. No difficulty for her, an easy thing to do and one which would be so appreciated by Sir Philip, she thought. "Would you like it if I was," she paused and smiled down at the gentleman, "... to take them off -- for a bit?" So easy to do that, just tug them down her legs to her ankles and slip them off over her sandals as she stood rather over Sir Philip.

"Well, I... I wouldn't discourage you."

And he did not, and she did just that - the tugging and removing.

"Is that better, Sir Philip?" she said, stepping back up on the lower bench. What a thing to have done and what Sir Philip must now be seeing, her hair strewn outer lips, certainly; could, no doubt, see her inner hanging lips; had they smacked open, could he see her little hole? Was her lips and hole glistening? She was wet, she knew it.

"So pretty, Megan, a delightful, charming view. Wonderful things to see. Are you a virgin?"

"That is for me to know, Sir Philip, and not for you. That is my own affair!" Megan glanced down Sir Philip's body, the penis that had been all soft and inconspicuous was now anything but. It stood up his stomach, rather wrinkled and clearly anything but virginal, she was sure, standing firm, foreskin drawn partially back and his little slit showing.

"I do believe, why yes!" His voice, soft, but expressing surprise." I have an erection, Megan, I really do. An undoubted erection. That doesn't happen very often these days. That certainly shows my appreciation. In a very visual way. Thank you, my dear, thank you."

It occurred to Megan that having gone that far, and helped or even achieved for Sir Philip an erection, she should see if she could achieve more. "Would you like, would you like me to stroke it for you -- your erection, Sir Philip. I don't know if that is against the Club's rules..."

"I don't think so at all, Megan, if you don't mind, I'd very much like... I'd love that. Please, my dear, please!"

Sir Philip sat up so Megan could sit right next to him, her right hand reaching, her white panties in her left hand. Her fingers closing on Sir Philip's penis -- it was firm and bone like under the soft skin -- she pulled the loose skin upwards over the head and then down again and settled into a slow but regular motion, drawing the skin up as far as it would go and then all the way down, exposing the head, before pulling it all the way up again. In her hand a penis over four times her own age. Craggy, veiny, showing its age, but firm. Remarkable!

"Oh, that is so very pleasant, Megan. More than congenial. Very pleasant indeed! Oh, indeed, most agreeable."

Megan had put her panties down on the bench and had decided to fondle Sir Philip's balls with her left hand. Ovoid shapes within the thick, wrinkled skin. She was tempted to ask how many children they had fathered. She wondered if they still could? Was Sir Philip still fertile? If the penis she had in her right hand went into her now wet vagina and ejaculated -- if it still could -- might Sir Philip be able to make her pregnant? The thought strangely exciting, not that Megan wished to be pregnant. Not yet! But it would be rather good to pull her dress off and just settle down on Sir Philip's lap and push his cock up into her and ride. It would certainly be something she would think about in bed that night!

"Might I... touch?"

"Touch what, Sir Philip?" There was much to be touched. Should she let him?

"Anywhere, actually, Megan. I'd be happy just to touch your hair or your lips." He was looking at her face, but Megan replied with a smile:

"Which hair, which lips, Sir Philip?" Her hand moved up and down. Might she be able to make the old boy cum -- ejaculate? It would clearly be rather a success. Sir Philip would undoubtedly be pleased and delighted. It would be a good thing to do -- a kind and generous thing, and rather nice actually. Megan would like to see.

But at that moment there was an interruption, the sauna's pine door opened and in stepped Mr Lucas, naked -- of course, his penis and balls hanging.

"Oh... Sir Philip... why, Megan!" He began to back away but, delightfully to Megan, her friend, Bethany's father was already erecting. Such a quick reaction to what he was seeing.

"No, do come in Mr Lucas, I was just... helping Sir Philip with something." It was certainly not a crossword puzzle, not that Megan would have been much help to Sir Philip with the morning's Times crossword. "Sit down."

In a bit of a daze, Mr Lucas sat down the other side of Megan from Sir Philip. On her left side. Naked and with an erection. Megan knew just what to do with that. Without even asking, she reached with her left hand, removed from Sir Philip's scrotum, and encircled and clasped her friend's father's stiff penis. A gasp from the gentleman.

"Megan!"

"Isn't that nice, Mr Lucas?"

The man stared down at Megan's hand all around his cock. His mouth open in surprise. As she had seen before, it stood very much upright, a firm six inches of male generative organ, indeed the one that had had a 50% contribution to the making of her friend, Bethany, its foreskin mostly rolled, or rolling, back. A smooth penis with the veins rather hidden, perhaps one that would slip more easily in a vagina, one perhaps less noticeable -- if a penis in one's vagina could be 'less noticeable'! The head rounded and more a pale pink than a lilac or purple. The little slit at present closed. It might open and dribble a bit soon! Especially when her hand started moving, wanking it and Sir Philip's in unison, both foreskins rising to cover knobs together, and being drawn back down as one.

"You may touch," she said it to Sir Philip, answering his earlier question, really, but the words applied equally to Mr Lucas as well. Not that Bethany's father had asked to do any such thing. The man was in a complete daze, perhaps he just took it as an instruction from his daughter's friend, perhaps he just acted on instinct, but his hand came up and touched Megan's left breast through the cotton. She was not wearing a bra. Of course she was not. That was not part of the uniform. His fingers found the nipple and tweaked. What a lovely feeling for Megan! What a lovely feel for him! Probably Mr Lucas had thought many times about Bethany's friend, Megan, about her breasts.

How many fathers do think sexually about their daughters' friends? Rather a lot, no doubt. How difficult if the friend comes on holiday with the family for the father not, perhaps, to see rather more of the daughter's friend or friends than might be appropriate. Perhaps finding one of the friends in a bathroom, she not having locked the door, and catching her naked, seeing her naked bottom, maybe breasts or private hair. An image burned into his mind as he retreats in confusion. Worse if the daughter and friend(s) decide to sunbathe topless or -- thinking daddy is out -- seek an all over tan. How good to watch in secret, cock out and stroking; a spurting, creamy compliment; cumming to the daughter's friend's beautiful, unclothed body. A compliment the father would so wish to deliver in person on or in that unclothed body, perhaps even in the little virginal hole he might glimpse between her legs.

More might be seen if a bathroom door was left unlocked and, not realising it is occupied, the father opens it, discovering one of his daughter's friends shaving. Not her face. of course, she is clearly anything but a man, but her pussy. Maybe he sees her spread pussy lips as she works with razor and cream, her thighs all splayed. Head down and looking, so she does not see the so surprised father standing there seeing -- everything. Had not heard the silent opening of the bathroom door. The girl naked and so displayed. The stroking razor and the girl's fingers holding herself. How long would he stand there, shocked but mesmerised, before retreating before the girl is aware of his presence or what he has seen?

Or might a girl leave the bathroom door ajar, maybe thinking the father not in the house. Naughty dad watching his daughter's friend undress in the bathroom. Taking everything off, perhaps having a wee and then getting into the shower and soaping herself. Her hands going where he would so like his hands to be. Dare he extract his stiff penis and wank or is his daughter and his wife there in the house?

With Mr Lucas fondling her left breast, Sir Philip was emboldened to do much the same to the right. It was not long before two sets of fingers were drawing the hem of her dress up Megan's thighs so they could view where they joined, her private hair and little slit. Mr Lucas no doubt surprised as the hem crept upwards to find young Megan was not wearing knickers. Such soft, downy hair, so good for mature men to stroke, perhaps being rather more used to their wives' now wirier and stronger growing bushes. Megan's downy bush such a delight to wander through with fingertips. Sensitive fingertips feeling the soft hairs, experienced eyes taking in the sight, delighting in watching those fingers start to travel down the little valley.

Megan's eyes moved from watching the gentlemen's fingers to her own, working away. Already there was wetness at the penis tips. More than wetness at Mr Lucas', a bubbling of something at the end. If she were to lick, would that just be too much for Mr Lucas? Might she receive the full force of his 'baby making apparatus' (had Bethany been a lovely baby?) in her face?

The gentlemen's fingertips were hidden, when Megan looked again. She had parted her thighs and Sir Philip and Mr Lucas' fingers had walked further between them. Megan bit her lip. Fingers had pushed into her own 'baby making apparatus', were most definitely inside her little, wet hole. Not just one gentleman's but both, she was sure. And it was so nicely wet. She might even come! But should she be coming whilst on duty? What would Mrs Jones say? She should be working. Seeing to the club members' needs. She was certainly doing that, insofar as Sir Philip and Mr Lucas' needs went. Men had needs, having their penises stimulated and ejaculated was certainly two of those needs!

"Why, Megan, I really do believe I'm going to... yes I am... oh, do keep stroking."

Megan did just that, keeping up her firm and regular movement of Sir Philip's foreskin, if a little faster and so the 'baby making' thing happened. From the end of his penis dripped, it could not be said to have spurted, a pale cream fluid. Small dollops of it appearing there on Sir Philip's stomach, dripping down into his own grey and white curls. Megan kept up her handwork until no more came, wringing the last drop or two out to hang as she let go. The penis was already shrinking and she dropped it down into its small puddles.

"Megan, I've not done that for months. So good. I'm so very grateful. Beholden to you. You have no idea." And the man leant towards her and kissed her, not on the lips but the forehead, like a doting grandfather or great uncle might. Not that a good granddaughter or great niece would normally have wanked off his old penis -- well, not that often! An affectionate and thanking kiss, not in any way sexual.

Megan turned to Mr Lucas, conscious, really, she should be getting back to her proper work, "Would you like me to... make you cum, like Sir Philip?"

Bethany's father's eyes were going from the creamy mess under Sir Philip's penis, to his hand disappearing between Megan's thighs, and back to her face. Sir Philip had withdrawn his hand.

"I... I shouldn't, you shouldn't... what would Bethany..."

What would Bethany say, indeed! What might Mrs Lucas say, was perhaps more to the point. But how could Mr Lucas say 'no' to the offer, his finger inside his daughter's friend's vagina and her fingers stroking him up and down.

"Well, just a little one." It sounded like a man accepting the offer of a last drink 'for the road'.

"Hardly little, Mr Lucas, it's a nice big penis. And I want to see lots of stuff coming out -- not just a little! Sir Philip said he had not come for months; what about you?"

"Um, two nights ago."

Presumably he had copulated with Mrs Lucas two nights before, though Megan knew he might mean he had wanked two nights before. Either way, she thought, it was long enough for him to make a good show. "I'm going to make you cum, Mr Lucas, in my hand though I suspect you'd like to cum where your finger is but I don't have any protection so we can't have that can we? What would Bethany think if I was bouncing up and down on your lap, yes with your cock up where your fingers are, all hot and wet around you? What would she think?"

What indeed!

Sexual talk, sexual imagery which had just the right effect upon Mr Lucas. As Megan's fingers brought the thick skin up to cover the head there was a sudden flash of white and Bethany's father began to perform as intended, whilst Megan and, indeed, Sir Philip watched. A good seven, not ungenerous, spurts. Large dollops of the stuff. Megan was impressed, not that it was something she could tell Bethany, could not say:

"Your dad cums really well, Bethany, he still spurts and produces lots and lots."

Two gentlemen in the sauna with a girl; two gentlemen with their penises exposed and obviously recently ejaculated. The evidence there if someone was to join them in the sauna. Megan could have left them like that to deal with the cum. Perhaps they might just have left it where it fell, though it would have looked like they had been sharing a wank, perhaps even having wanked each other to conclusion; but they would have had a much better tale to tell! Might the new and fascinated gentleman hearing the tale have got an erection too and been tempted to do what Megan had done, but to himself, as he asked for more and more detail about Megan and her handwork?

Megan could have mopped the spilt semen up with one of the towels, but it seemed so much more appropriate, well, pleasing to the gentlemen -- and was she not there to ensure they were pleased with the Club and had a pleasant time -- to mop it with her white knickers. It would mean walking back through the club knickerless. Perhaps her dark vee might show a little through her thin cotton dress before she reached the cupboard where the girls' uniforms were kept and be able to select a fresh pair, dropping the cummy knickers in the laundry basket. She would have to carry those knickers with her to the laundry basket, all through the club, all scrunched up and secret in her hand. She could hardly put them on to walk back through the Club, not with all that probably potent semen in them, not for it to be all liquid and warm against her unprotected sex. That would not do!