`You've got a job, so its your round. We'll find a table' said Margi, moving off to find a table with the others to look for a table.
Janine looked in the direction they headed off to and went over to the bar. She found an empty spot at the bar and caught the barman's eye. `Five pints of lager.' She waited for the drinks to be pulled, fished in a pocket for the money, and carried the tray the drinks where on to her friends. She found them in corner of the pub, with a spare seat for her. She shared the drinks out. `Maybe no one will notice, she thought' But I'm not going to a club later either.'
The five of them sat enjoying the drinks, and each other's company. Janine found herself relaxing more, they had asked her about her modelling earlier in the day, and she had answered them as she told Margi.
Their first drinks had almost been drunk, when Jim went to get the next round. She was finishing the first and realised she needed to go the loo. How the hell was she going to go when wearing the belt? Well, she had to, that was certain. You can't stop what has to go.
She sat for a few moments, keeping an eye on how many where going the loo. When it seemed like the toilets where empty. She got up.
She got into a stall, and locked the door. Dropped her skirt, and sat. `What the hell have I gotten myself into?' she thought. Her bladder released and she felt herself pee through the slot on the chastity belt. When she was done, she pulled some paper from the slot on the wall and attempted to blot herself dry. `At least I'll be able to shit when I need to.' She thought as he hand went to the back edge of the band between her legs as it split into the two chains. Eventually, she had managed to get herself clean to the best she could. The inside of the belt still felt slightly wet but as she couldn't get anything between the plate and her skin, there wasn't anything she could do. She pulled her skirt back up, unlocked the cubical, checked herself in the mirror, and went out to join her friends.
Jim had returned with the next round of drinks and was sitting with the others. She joined them again, but couldn't quite seem to make herself comfortable, the dampness of the belt was distracting her. She managed to hide her discomfort as none of the others seemed to notice her moving her legs a lot, trying to find the best position for them.
They carried on drinking for a couple of hours, Janine had again needed to go the loo twice again and had made sure the toilets had been empty before she dared to go, she still found a dampness behind the belt. None-the-less, she found she just had to grin and bear it, as if she could do anything else!
It was 10.30 when they started to make a move to going to a club. Janine; not wanting to go; began to make her excuses, she was tried from the day modelling, wasn't feeling to well and wanted to go to bed. The other cajoled her saying their night of fun was a celebration of her making an honest living. She had to smile at that; they had no idea what sort of living she was having to do! In the end, they had to give up on the idea of persuading her, so they left her whilst they went into town. Janine, only a corner or so from her house and had gone home on her own before knew she was safe; and there was no way anything could happen to her as it was; she mused.
She got home; back to the empty house and would be for the next few hours. The first thing she did was go to the bathroom and try to dry out the inside of the belt. She tried toilet roll first, but that did little, as she couldn't get any through the slot on the belt; the only part of her sex that could be seen but not touched. She had to think for a moment what else could she try, hairdryer, that's it! She went into her bedroom, and tried blowing the air on the belt. It worked a bit, the dampness was dissipating slightly but the air being blown onto her was also making her slightly aroused. She passed up on drying herself off and concentrated on directing the airflow to where it did the most pleasure. As much as she tried, and with the different speeds the hairdryer had, it just wasn't enough. She had to give up on the hairdryer, it just wasn't enough for her, and got a vibrator from her bedside cabinet. Battery operated and about an inch and half in diameter, she could use this to good effect, and how often she had in the past. She turned it on and the 5-inch long bullet hummed silently and vibrated in her hand. She moved it down to the belt and tried to bring herself off. She pressed the vibrator to belt but found herself not feeling much, a slight vibration that did nothing for her. She pressed it harder against herself but still nothing, even at the slit, she wasn't able to feel enough to let her be anything more than slightly aroused. She tried the vibrator at the side edges of the belt but because of the chains ensuring her legs could split no more than 3 inches she couldn't spread her legs enough for the vibrator to have any effect at all.
Damn; Damn; Damn, she kept repeating, beginning quietly then becoming louder as she realised that there was no chance of arousing herself.
In the end, there was nothing that she could use. Her fingers couldn't reach and her trusty vibrator was similarly useless in breaking across this steel barrier. She looked around her room, trying to find anything that might help but couldn't find a thing. Things had gone from bad to worse as she realised that not only had comfort been taken from her, so had sexual actively of any kind.
Dejected, she got dressed as best she could, went downstairs and passed an hour watching TV, If anyone had asked her what she had watched, she wouldn't know, she wasn't paying any attention to it. It got to about 12 o'clock when she went to bed. Got undressed, and thought about how she should dress. Normally, she just wore a bra & panties but that was out now, so she decided on not wearing anything other than what she had to. It was uncomfortable, the bands of both the bra and the belt where unforgiving. They pressed into her body no matter which way she lay. Eventually, she managed to drift off to sleep, it had taken her an hour or so, the best way of lying was on her back. The bands seemed to press in the least there.
Throw out time had passed in the club; and Margi, Andrea and Tony found themselves being made to leave by a bouncer. Jim had pulled in the club and had disappeared with the lucky girl. He'd be unlucky if he saw them the next day! The three of them hailed a cab, which dropped them home. They got inside, and Tony produced a bottle of wine from the fridge.
`Where'd you get that?' Andrea asked.
`It Jim's, but as he's not here, what can he do?' as he collected three glasses, opened the bottle and began to pour.
Andrea took the glass he offered, `Yeah, Thanks Jim!' She drank half the glass before Tony had poured the third glass.
Margi took it, `I'm just going to check on Janine, she didn't look too well, we may get her down for a glass so don't you go drinking all that' looking at Andrea.
She went upstairs and knocked quietly at Janine's door, It opened slowly, so she poked her head in to see how she was. She took a couple of steps in, to see if see was slightly awake, then she noticed something odd about her.
The covers of her duvet where pulled up to cover her breasts, and the small amount of light reflected in the chains and collar around her neck.
`What the hell is that she's wearing?' she thought and continued to quietly walk over to where Janine lay sleeping.
She got a good look at the collar and the chains attached to it, then lifted the duvet slightly and looked underneath. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of her breasts replaced by metal spheres, `Damn, she's kinky. I never knew about this!' she thought.
She put the duvet back down and quietly walked out. Not wanting to disturb her. She wasn't too sure what she was wearing and wasn't too sure she wanted to know. Ill ask her tomorrow, and she went downstairs to join the other two for another drink.
To be continued...
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