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 I don't often have the opportunity to get to Dublin; but finally I had the
chance to organise a trip.  I had to carry out some training with the staff
in our local office.  What, to me, was far more important was that I would
see my colleague Mimi; and that I would see her on her birthday.  Let me
tell you about Mimi.  She is compact; and a raven haired, beautiful example
of the perfect Irish girl.  More importantly, like me, she is obsessed with
sex.

   I had e-mailed her several days prior to my trip to say that I had
something a little special organised for the Friday night.  I would,
however, be heading home on an early flight on Saturday morning.  What I
didn't tell her was that I had carried out a bit of research on the 'net'
and found a club that sounded just what I needed.  I had contacted the
manager and we, between us, had organised what I felt sure would be a
wonderful birthday treat.

   Work dragged until finally on Friday evening I headed for my hotel and
Mimi went home to change.  I had suggested that she wear some stockings and
suspenders and that she 'cover up' in her beautiful little black number. 
We met out of town and I drove us both in to the club.  I pushed through
the crowd outside and asked for the manager saying I was Jim.  The manager
came out bustling and eager and greeted me like a long lost friend.  Mimi
looked confused and slightly apprehensive.  I hugged her close to me and
told her to try and relax; that she would enjoy the birthday surprise.

   We followed the manager as he led us through to his office.  He asked us
to wait a few minutes while he made sure our table was ready.  Mimi kept
trying to ask questions and I stonewalled her as I made sure that she kept
her back to the monitors on the wall in front of the desk.  He returned in
a few minutes and led us into the main club area.  We pushed through the
jostling crowds already hyped up by the music, the lights, alcohol and
perhaps other things.  Several flights of short stairs took us, in a
circuitous way, up to a platform above the dance floor giving us a superb
view of the whole club.  We sat on the over-stuffed couch on the dark side
of a large table.  This was covered with a floor length white cloth.  The
Manager clicked open the bottle of vodka and set it down next to several
bottles of tonic with a small bucket of ice.  He smiled as he left us
wishing us a great night.

   I quickly poured drinks and I noticed Mimi gulped most of hers down in
one shot.  As I refilled it she suddenly sat up, said "what the fuck!"
rising and lifting the table cloth at the same time.

   I grabbed her, sat her down and said "Just enjoy the show; this is what
was planned".  I kept my arm on hers and quietly reassured her as, several
times, her eyes opened wide.  She looked at me confusion and surprise
written all over her face.  She adjusted her position, I could tell that
she was opening her legs wide and I smiled.  I knew exactly what was
happening in the dark below the table.  Everything was going to plan.  She
let out a gasp followed by a long sigh and closed her eyes.  I picked up my
drink, sat back and left her to her growing pleasure.

   I had arranged with the manager for a very personable young man to sit
below the table.  Within 5-minutes of us sitting down he was to start
stroking her legs leading slowly up to the tops of her stockings.  In slow
and deliberate stages he would then gently kiss and lick her thighs.  In
time he would remove her panties and then return to give her oral
satisfaction for the next 10 minutes.  No matter what happened, I had
stressed to the manager, this was to continue until we had to leave the
club.  That would be in the early hours of the morning.  A team of willing
and personable young people were to take short 10-minute shifts below the
table coming and going through the drapes in the dark corner.  At no time
was Mimi to see who went in or out.

   During the occasional quiet moment Mimi's moans could clearly be heard
and even the sound of lapping from below the table.  After 20 minutes Mimi
was completely oblivious to the world.  Her mind and body were focused on
her clit' and lips.  Her breathing was heavy and irregular and her eyes
were shut.  At one point she slumped down almost sliding to the floor.  I
grabbed her and pulled her back up.  On several occasions I kissed her,
drinking in her wet and quivering lips probing her mouth with my tongue,
testing her mouths moist warmth.

   Some time later I told Mimi I was heading for the loo.  She didn't hear
me and seemed totally unaware of anything around her.  I went to the bottom
of the stairs that led to the drapes and table in our alcove.  A small
group of people milled about being shepherded and briefed by the Manager. I
told him how pleased I was and that I had come for a turn.  He spoke to the
guy waiting at the bottom of the stairs who stepped aside, looked at me,
and smiled.  The Manager tapped me on the shoulder and indicated I should
go up.  I climbed slowly and at the top went onto all-fours and crept
through the drapes and under the table.  I could just make out a shape that
formed into a very attractive tall girl kneeling between Mimis legs.  I
tapped her on the hip and waited as she had a final lick and moved aside.
As I moved to replace he I saw her sit down and rub her own clit furiously.
I dove straight in pressing my face to Mimi's neatly trimmed mound.  I felt
the other girl kick me gently as she spasm'd in a deep orgasm and then she
crawled away leaving me to concentrate.  Mimi was very wet and the heady
smell of sex was intoxicating trapped beneath the table.  I licked and
nibbled, stuck my tongue in and then replaced it with 2 fingers as I then
used my teeth and tongue on her very stiff clit'.  For the next 10 minutes
I licked and nipped and played with Mimi's beautiful hole.  As I felt my
neck starting to tighten up and become stiff someone tapped me on my leg.
One more lick and I pulled my fingers free and swapped with the boy I had
seen down stairs.

   I crept out as he crawled between those slack, trembling and beautiful
thighs.  I went down to where the manager gave me a handtowel to clean my
face.  I smiled and declined preferring to enjoy the tastes and smells long
after I was back at the table.  I was sure Mimi had not even noticed I had
gone.  In fact I am sure she did not even know where we were anymore.

   Later, much later, as the club cleared I went back to find the Manager
and told him it was time to go.  He said he was glad.  It was starting to
get quite hard to find people willing to go back.  Several of his staff had
been servicing Mimi on 3 occasions each.  They were exhausted.  He said
that even he had been under the table twice.  I thanked him and said that
he had done everything I could have hoped and that Mimi would be very
pleased when she came back to earth.

   I had been back at the table a couple of minutes when I felt something
nudge my foot.  Mimi groaned and opened her eyes.  They were glazed as she
tried to focus.  They flickered shut and, I noticed, her breathing became
shallow and she sagged limply.  She was fast asleep.  As I tried to rouse
her the Manager arrived and said that he would get the bouncers to carry
her to my car.

   I drove her home, stripped her and put her to bed.  She didn't wake at
all but grunted occasionally as I moved her.  Her thighs and lower lips
were red and distended.  She stank of sex and sweat.  There were a few
bites and teeth marks on her thighs but in general she seemed to have
survived very well.  I kissed her one more time, tucked her in and headed
for the airport.  Much later, on Sunday evening, she e-mailed me to say
that she had finally woken and been able to get out of bed.  She said she
was sore and finding it very hard to walk and would not be able to wear
knickers for a week.  Then she said "Thank you".
   I simply replied, "Happy birthday".