The Director: Julie Ann Wants More

This story is part of the Director Series, and involves characters introduced in early installments. Since Literotica puts the stories in alphabetical rather than chronological order, I would suggest reading them in the order of the dates listed. In particular, reading The Director: Julie Ann and The Director: Club Incognito before reading this story will introduce the main character and the primary setting.

"Do you think that's how Julie Ann wants to be dressed?" asked the Director.

It was two A.M, and Incognito had just closed. Julie Ann had spent the evening, as usual, waiting tables in a skirt barely wider than a belt and heels, with no top at all covering her large breasts. She'd been ogled all night long, and she loved it. Now, however, she was wearing a button down blouse and a knee length skirt, with sensible flats. She loved how her legs looked in the heels, but by the end of a night she was eager to rest her feet.

"I really doubt it," replied Catherine Vincent, a slender brunette in a black cocktail dress.

Julie Ann blushed. She always blushed when people talked about her in front of her.

"Unbutton the top three buttons of your blouse, Julie Ann," said the Director.

"Yes, Sir." Some of the girls who served the Director called him Master. She was used to calling customers at the diner she used to work at "Sir" and "Ma'am," so that had been the first thing she'd ever called him. It still felt right. It was politeness in the diner, but now it gave her a thrill every time she said it. Particularly if someone, like Catherine, was listening.

"Your breasts should be on display at all times, to the degree the law allows."

"Yes, Sir."

"Do you remember why?"

"Because they are really big?"

"Because they are magnificent. Say it."

"They're magnificent."

"Complete sentence."

"My breasts are magnificent."

"Good. You can go home now. I expect you on camera at two in the afternoon tomorrow."

"I will do that, Sir."

"Very good," said the Director. "Go home and get some sleep, so you're ready to do this again tomorrow."

Julie Ann went home and didn't even check her email to see what the directions for the video were before falling asleep. She didn't wake up until noon.

Then, while eating breakfast, she read the instructions twice, and gulped. He expected her to do that? While on camera? With everyone watching?

She was tempted to balk, but she was getting turned on by the idea. An hour later she was in her bedroom. The Director had given her a very expensive digital video camera, which sat on a tripod and pointed at her bed. It could be controlled remotely, and the Director could look in on her whenever he wanted to, or perhaps even share the feed with friends. The thought always excited her. This time, however, she flipped the on switch herself. People would be watching, because it was hooked up to a live cam feed, again controlled by the Director. Julie Ann received all the profits from the site. It was way more lucrative than waitressing had ever been. In fact, she still worked at Incognito only because it thrilled her to walk around mostly naked,and watch everyone watch her.

On the bed was a purple dildo. It wasn't the largest dildo she had, and for that she was grateful. She knelt on the bed facing the camera, wearing only a red bra, garter belt, thong panties, red fishnet stockings, and five-inch heels. The heels didn't bother her, since she didn't expect to be walking on them.

She picked up the dildo and sucked on it, staring into the camera with wide eyes, imagining all the people that would see it. She could see what they saw, on a little screen to the side of the camera. They were faceless, so it wasn't as good as being watched in the club. On the other hand, I wouldn't dare do any of this in front of live people. Or would I? It was fun to fantasize about. She imagined people watching her suck on a dildo, crowding around to watch the show. Or maybe sucking on a real cock. Lots of girls do. Including Lucy.

She never thought of herself as a particularly sexual person, but showing off aroused her. Without realizing she was doing it, her free hand crept along her thigh toward her increasingly damp panties. She stopped herself briefly, her fingers an inch away. Then she continued. Her audience would enjoy watching her play with herself, after all. It's not the first time.

Her fingers rubbed the right spot through the thin silk fabric. It won't be the last, either.

She loved the way silk felt on her body, but she wondered if the Director chose it because it was so much more obvious when silk got wet than cotton. It didn't matter. The panties weren't going to stay on anyway, if she followed directions.

She didn't have to follow directions. The Director made that clear. He gave her directions to encourage her to fulfil her own fantasies about being watched. She relished the sense of embarrassment she felt. Maybe she even craved a little humiliation. She wasn't sure. She knew it turned her on, but that wasn't the same as wanting it.

She forgot to look at the camera now and then, while she played with herself. But she didn't stop thinking about what it would be like to suck on a real cock in front of an audience. All her shows had been strictly solo affairs. She imagined the Director wouldn't want to star in a live movie broadcast on the internet, and there was no one else she'd trust. Maybe if the Director was right here, doing what he does. Directing.

She imagined sucking on the Director's cock. All the other girls who served him had, she knew. It was part of the control he had over them. It had been willingly surrendered by every one of them, but it was also irrevocable. Even breathing the same air as the Director caused one to feel inclined, all things being equal, to do as he said. Swallowing his cum was apparently a hundred times as powerful. I wouldn't have to swallow. Just a little precum wouldn't hurt too much, would it?

Fuck, the things I would do if I was totally under his control. Today's assignment would be the least of it. She started rubbing her clit more feverishly, forgetting what today's assignment was temporarily as she was lost in her fantasy and her arousal. She licked up and down the shaft of the dildo, drooling all over it. She wanted the drool to drip off the dildo onto her own body, so she helped it along a little by pushing the dildo deep into her throat and gagging on it.

She looked at the little screen that showed what the camera was showing. I look like such a nasty girl. I look like the kind of girl who would --

Yeah, I'm doing it.

She knelt up. Holding the dildo in her mouth, she slipped her panties to her knees, then wriggled out of them. Her pussy was waxed smooth, as the Director had encouraged her to do. He told her having her "lady garden" gone would help people see her pussy better. Then she took her bra off too, letting her "magnificent" tits free, and more importantly, letting her audience see them.

She took the dildo out of her mouth and leaned back on the bed, spreading her legs for the camera. Well, they can see it well now. Even if my pussy isn't the point today.

She kept arching further back. Hands shaking, she positioned the dildo so the head tickled her ass. She'd lubed her butt in case she decided to go through with it.

I can't believe I'm doing this. Slowly, she pushed the dildo against the puckered opening. The muscles there resisted it going too far. She knew she needed to relax. She was anything but relaxed, even though she was very aroused. Being turned on more would help. She used her free hand to play with her clit while she undulated for the camera. People would have a really good view of her pussy as long as she kept her palm on her smooth mound.

She looked at the little screen. Apparently the Director had taken over the controls, or more likely Catherine was doing it for him, because her pussy, the dildo, and ass were in closeup. They could see every pink fold, every movement of her fingers, and watch the dildo as it invaded her virgin ass.

The thought made her push it forward, and it slid past the ring of resistance into her slick back channel. She let out a little yelp of surprise.

It didn't feel that bad.

She pushed it in further, rubbing her clit the whole time. She didn't want to come -- that might push the dildo out. But she wanted to be as aroused as possible. She was so wet her pussy would be glistening for the audience.

At last she got it all the way in. The screen flashed.

"Good girl," it said, and then the screen went back to showing the action.

She hadn't thought she was motivated by such things the way the other girls were, but she did, indeed, want to please the Director. She wondered, too, if the message was shown on the live feed, letting her audience know that she was being praised by someone for being a wanton slut.

She wasn't sure she wanted to move the dildo, now that she had it in, but that would make the best show, so she did. She slid it halfway out of her ass and back in again, fucking herself with it while she played with her clit. She looked at the camera. That wasn't just for the viewers, but because she wanted to see what she was showing them. Oh my god that looks nasty. They can all see what a nasty girl I am. Oh my god.

The thought and her fingers brought her to the edge, and she had to be careful not to push herself over.

"3,973 viewers" the screen flashed briefly.

A new record. The reminder that so many people were watching was too much for her self-control. She screamed and came, holding on to the dildo for dear life while her ass contracted around it. She came repeatedly, and then collapsed on the bed, the camera almost forgotten. She knew that whoever was controlling it would stop the feed at some point.

She took a nap and woke up an hour or two later. She was amazed at what she'd done. "I'm such a slut," she said alloud, half with pride, half with self-reproach. She knew the Director was proud of her for shedding her inhibitions. And she liked the part of herself that was proud more than the other part.

She sat down at a computer, as she always did, to write the Director a summary of her experience. When she was done, she added, "I love being on camera, doing naughty things. If I sucked your cock, would you take care of the voice that tells me I'm bad?"

A few hours later she got a return message. "I'll help you if you show that you want it by obeying all the directions Catherine and I give you at the club on Friday. It will take daring."

As usual, the Director was mysterious. She wondered what he had in mind.

***

"Today we have a special show for you," said Catherine Vincent. She wore a black leather dress, and thigh high boots.

To her left was a woman with auburn hair wearing a gold sequined dress with a plunging neckline that showed off large but firm breasts. To her right, Julie Ann was topless and in a short skirt, as usual. Behind them all sat an athletic man with graying temples. He wore a sharp tailored suit and lounged in a luxurious velvet cushioned chair.

"This here is Tonya," said Catherine, gesturing to the auburn-haired woman. Some of you know her. What's your favorite thing to do, Tonya?"

All attention went to Tonya, and Julie Ann couldn't help but be a little jealous.

Tonya blushed. "Um, give blowjobs."

"Are you up for giving a blowjob to a stranger?"

"Yep."

"We've got a new person here today, his name is Dale. You want to suck his cock in front of everyone and give him a warm introduction to Incognito?"

"You bet!"

Attention briefly went to the man in the chair. Julie Ann looked at him closely. He had very familiar steel-gray eyes. New person my ass. It's the Director, in disguise as usual. The other girls never seemed to recognize him.

"Take off your dress, Tonya, so everyone gets a good view," Catherine said. No doubt the Director had written the script, even if Catherine, the actress, was playing the part.

Tonya lifted her dress over her head, revealing she hadn't bothered to wear any undergarments. She knelt in front of the Director, reaching for his zipper.

"Don't get ahead of yourself. Our special guest needs some visual entertainment before we start," said Catherine. "And who better for visual entertainment than our own Julie Ann."

All attention went to her.

"Julie Ann's going to put on quite a show for us today, aren't you?" Catherine asked.

"Yes, I guess I am," said Julie Ann, feeling suddenly shy. Being watched by everyone was one thing, but everyone listening to her talk was another thing entirely.

"Why don't you start by dancing for Dale here," Catherine said.

"I don't know how to dance, really," said Julie Ann, feeling her cheeks get red.

"You don't have to do it well, with a body like that," Catherine said. "Just move and shake your tits, and I'm sure everyone will be entertained."

She did what she could, while Tonya unzipped the Director's fly. She'd been in a belly dancing class once, back in her more inhibited days, but one session was all she managed before getting nervous. She remembered how to rotate her hips, at least. She experimented with putting her arms over her head, knowing that pulled her breasts up as well. The Director was smiling at her, so she focused on him. A private dance, but with everyone watching.

Tonya wrapped her mouth around the Director's cock and started bobbing in time to the music. The Director settled a hand on the back of Tonya's head, but his gaze remained fixed on Julie Ann.

I'm not much of a dancer, but he seems to like what he sees. She shimmied some more, and then slipped her thumbs inside the waistband of her skirt. She raised her eyebrows to ask the question: On, or off?

He gave a tilt of his head that she interpreted as meaning off. She slid the skirt slowly down her legs, trying to keep moving the whole time, although she got tangled up when the skirt was around her thighs. Not graceful.

Everyone back there can see my ass. She gave it a wiggle and started to turn around to give the Director the same view, but she stopped herself. She didn't want to face the crowd. Better to keep looking at the Director. This was all about pleasing him, after all, and passing whatever test he had devised.

The Director looked over at Catherine, who nodded and walked away as if on some pre-arranged errand. As she passed Julie Ann, Catherine looked at her and grinned. I know something you don't know, the grin seemed to say. Julie Ann took a deep breath. She didn't like that. Then she realized that whatever Catherine knew, the Director knew. She'd have to be content with that. Tonya will finish the Director off soon. Then I can stop dancing.

Right then Tonya slowed down. She wondered if she would be summoned to finish the job. She'd never actually blown a guy before. She knew some girls didn't like the taste. Tonya and Lisa loved it, but then, they'd been subtly altered by the Director.

"Take your panties off," said the Director. "I want to see more."

There were scattered claps.

Fuck. Well, he said I'd be tested, and this is easier than giving a blowjob. She stopped dancing, deciding from the experience with her skirt that she'd need a lot more practice if she was going to strip and dance at the same time. She inched her panties down until she got them mid-thigh. She shook them down to her feet and stepped out of them, kicking them aside.

She expected to resume her dance, but instead she felt hands on her shoulders. Soft cool hands, that looked feminine. "We're going to give the Director a show," said a voice behind her. Catherine. "Remember the last show you gave? To thousands of people?"

Julie Ann nodded.

Two topless women moved from the side. She recognized them as Lucy and Jane. Lucy had been her therapist once. Jane was married to Cliff, who helped with some of the administrative details at the club. Both served the Director.

"Bend over," said Catherine.

She wasn't sure how she would support herself if she bent over, but she did. Jane knelt in front of her so that her shoulders were in the perfect place for Julie Ann to put her hands for balance.

She felt Lucy's hands pull her ass cheeks apart. Another hand, gloved, spread lube around her anus. Julie Ann looked at the Director with shock. Really? Someone was going to fuck her in the ass, in front of everyone? Who was it?

"Don't turn around," said Catherine's voice. "Just keep looking at him."

Julie Ann did as she was told. The gloved fingers, gentle but insistent, worked the lube into her ass. Then she felt something press against her asshole. She pulled away, instinctively. She wasn't going to let some stranger fuck her ass. Tonya might like that. Lucy might like that. Jane and Jessica and Catherine would certainly do what they were told. But...

Then she realized that whatever it was, it wasn't as warm as a cock should be. She started to turn around to look, but remembered her instructions. Don't turn around. Keep looking at him. She did, and slowly, she pushed back.

It pressed against her ass, and slid partly in. Whoever it was, was trying to be gentle. Catherine. It was Catherine, with a strap-on, which is why it didn't feel as warm as a real cock. The Director is having all his girls give him a show. But I want to be the main attraction. She pushed herself back onto the silicone cock, working it deeper and deeper inside her.

How's that for a show?

Apparently it wasn't quite enough. As soon as her cheeks encountered Catherine's body, Jessica, a freckled redhead, moved toward the others. Together, Jessica and Lucy lifted her legs off the floor. Catherine wrapped her arms around her from behind. Jessica and Lucy made her legs were widely spread.

She remembered the webcam session. Her ass had been filled, her pussy on display, exactly as it was now. The only thing missing is that she had been playing with herself.

Her hands were free. There was nothing stopping her. The Director wanted a show, and a show he was going to get. She started her hands at her collarbone and slowly slid them over her breasts and down her stomach. Meanwhile, Catherine started fucking her, the dildo sliding in her ass.

Julie Ann touched her clit and started rubbing.

In front of her, the Director's hand tensed on the back of Tonya's head. Tonya sped up. Catherine fucked her faster. Julie Ann rubbed harder. Time sped up all over the place, and she had to force herself to slow down to hold herself on the edge. She didn't know if he wanted to have an orgasm in front of all these people.

"Make yourself come, Julie Ann," said the Director.

So she did. She saw the Director's body stiffen, and she knew he was coming in Tonya's mouth. She was briefly jealous. She'd asked for help from him for her inhibitions, and she thought that meant she'd be tasting him. But then she heard the applause around her. She, not Tonya, was the main attraction. She had nothing to be jealous of. She was orgasming in front of a crowd of people and they were applauding for her. She had let go of her clit, but she came again anyway. She honestly didn't know if it was all in her head or she was turned on from getting fucked in the ass, but the waves of pleasure were so powerful that her vision went blurry. She did know that as she was lowered to the ground again, she felt an emptiness when Catherine pulled out of her.

"Kneel," Catherine whispered to her.

She moved her rubbery legs under her so that she was more or less kneeling, her face flushed with desire and embarrassment. Something was moving up above, and she looked at the Director again. Tonya was walking toward her, with the same I know something you don't know look Catherine had earlier.