Jack Arnold Writes…
The Outrageous Frankie and Dolores #7 — People and Places Part Two.
‘It was a revelation to both Agnes and Grace, who were never the same women again after that afternoon with Dolores.’
AUTHORS NOTE ABOUT THE CONTENT.
I hope you will enjoy this story.
It is appropriate to advise readers
that ‘The Outrageous Frankie and Dolores’
does in parts contain details of explicit
sexual activity, and transgressive
behaviour.
It also freely uses sexual and gender
stereotypical descriptions of the
characters and their behaviour.
All of the sexual activity is completely
consensual, and the characters who take
part are always over the age of consent.
If this is not for you, turn the page and
move on. But if you are curious to know
what happens next, then I encourage you
to give this series a read.
It might just surprise you!
Greetings Chums,
I've already described how a chance meeting between Frankie and Dolores changed their lives forever. How their relationship released them both from constraint and restriction, allowing them to find joy and happiness in the pursuit of what some might consider an outrageous lifestyle.
Their attitude to life was infectious. Abandoning themselves to pleasure brought excitement into the lives of those they met and who responded to them. Those who chose to free themselves and live their lives without limits.
Here is another one of their stories.
Jack.
A week after she moved into the pub, Bridget was ready to open. She put a board outside, it read: ‘UNDER NEW OWNERSHIP — EVERYONE WELCOME.’ It was enough to get customers coming back. A village pub is the heart of a community and Belton Priory residents were keen to support theirs.
Bridget began looking for more barmaids. With Dolores’s help, she began building her family of ‘pleasing on the eye’ ladies. She liked her ‘girls’ to work together in pairs, as she did with Dolores. That way, they got used to each other and gradually set the tone for their shifts. Agnes and Grace were one such pair.
Agnes Best lived alone in a house almost next door to the pub. Middle-aged, fifty plus, she had been a widow for about three years. When Bridget put an advertisement for barmaids on a card in the village shop window, Agnes mentioned it jokingly to her spinster cousin, Grace, who also lived in the village. She said that they both needed to get out more, and perhaps this was the opportunity they had been looking for.
To her surprise, straight-laced Grace, who was a year younger than Agnes, was knocking eagerly on her door the following morning. Excitedly, she told Agnes that she had thought about it all night and being behind the bar for a few hours every week might do them both good. How hard could pouring beer and chatting to customers be?
Agnes realised she was serious. Grace’s enthusiasm was infectious. They applied, and to their surprise, Bridget offered them both a job. Weekends to begin with, which suited them fine. Neither had far to go home after work, and best of all, they would be working together.
Bridget decided to give these two unlikely ladies a chance. Although neither could pull a pint, and they didn’t seem to do lipstick or makeup. Their interview clothes had been decidedly beige, both had arrived in sensible buttoned-up blouses, slacks, and ballerina pumps. But they both loved to chat, and when they laughed and giggled, they lit up the place. Together, they made a great double act, and that was what Bridget was looking for.
Dolores, who Bridget had asked to help pick her girls, also saw a spark. Somewhere buried amongst Agnes’s middle-aged dowdiness, and Grace’s spinster inhibitions, she had a feeling two wilder spirits were hiding away.
She also suspected that underneath their baggy clothing were a couple of decent figures. She wasn’t wrong.
Bridget told them that Dolores would give them a few ‘barmaid’ pointers before they started work. Dolores invited both ladies to her cottage to talk about hair and makeup, how they should dress for work, and how to tick all of Bridget’s ‘barmaid’ boxes.
When Dolores answered her door a couple of days later in a skimpy red silky wrap, and handed similar ones to Agnes and Grace and told them to change into them, the trainee barmaids began realising perhaps there was more to being a good barmaid than just serving beer.
Slightly taken aback at first, but with a ‘were there now, and what the hell’ attitude they changed together in a bedroom; Dolores could hear them giggling like two schoolgirls. They returned apprehensively down the stairs, only to be sent back by Dolores, who told them to get out of their underwear too and return in just their wraps. And like naughty schoolgirls, both women did exactly as they were told.
That first afternoon Dolores told Alice and Grace that a barmaids most important job whilst pulling the perfect pint was to be looked at. In the real world, men loved to look at women. Women who made an effort. They both laughed nervously, neither they said had ever thought of themselves as ‘eye-candy.’
Without warning, Dolores stood up and slowly removed her wrap in front of both women. She blew kisses at them as it dropped to the floor. Completely naked and proud, she began moving her hands slowly over her body, finally standing before them, modestly covering her pussy. She asked both women if they liked what they saw?
They were speechless. Agnes eventually recovered enough composure to tell Dolores she looked amazing. A breathless Grace could only nod enthusiastically.
Dolores smiled, picked up her wrap, put it back on, and offered them some wine. She told them as they drank, as Bridget’s barmaids, they should get used to being looked at, and realise the power of their bodies. Dolores told them she was fifty-two years old, shaved her pussy every day, always wore makeup and heels, and tried to make sure whatever she was wearing fitted her perfectly. She said that made her feel like she was twenty-five, and that’s how she behaved. Men, she said, went crazy for her, and she loved being adored. If they wanted, she would teach them how to be the same. It was Alice’s turn to nod enthusiastically. Grace just giggled, her eyes wild with excitement.
That afternoon, Dolores discovered fifty-one-year-old Alice had killer curves in all the right places, and fifty-year-old Grace was tall, slim with great legs and stand up tits. And she taught them both how to enjoy being looked at.
At first, they were both painfully shy, embarrassed, and self-conscious. Dolores removed each wrap in return until all three were naked. She got them stretching and bending, watching themselves in a mirror and each-other. As the effect of the afternoon wine began kicking in, both ladies relaxed a little. They stopped apologising for their bodies and started enjoying being naked.
Beauty said Dolores was always in the eye of the beholder. And if they thought they were gorgeous and sexy, that is what others would see. She got them to play with their bodies as she had done. Every time they asked if the audience was enjoying the show.
It was a revelation to both Agnes and Grace, who were never the same women again after that afternoon with Dolores.
In a few afternoons in her tiny cottage, Dolores turned two middle-aged ladies into a pair of man eaters. As she taught them the tricks of the trade, both Agnes and Grace responded and thrived.
They became enthusiastic converts to being women. Spending hours together preening and pampering each other. They also discovered the joys of being women together and fell for each-other in every way.
So much so that within six months, they were living together in Agnes’s house. The tiny garage was converted into a small home gym where they began exercising to tone and tighten and improve their shapes. It worked.
The house had two spare bedrooms. One became clothes storage for their ever-expanding wardrobes. They shopped everywhere together and assembled a wardrobe full of delights. The second became their dressing room. It looked like somewhere Hollywood actresses would be right at home in. The once tired and sad main bedroom became the ladies' pleasure space where they learnt how to give and receive pleasure to each other. They experienced feelings of lust and passion neither of them had ever thought possible.
Confident, liberated, free and in charge of their lives. They were a revelation. Both still enjoyed the company of men, and together at home they worked on moves that they knew would have the bar crowded. Like Bridget and Dolores, Agnes and Grace’s shifts turned into shows, as they touched and lingered over each other whilst they worked, arousing themselves and their customers.
All the attention they received was good for business. One day, Bridget asked them if they fancied performing on Sunday lunchtime, as part of her strippers show. They didn’t need asking twice. With Dolores as choreographer, they came up with a cheeky, and very sexy peek-a-boo show.
Two local ladies in their fifties cavorting in just a few feathers and a pair of tiny fans. They were sensational. The packed lounge bar went wild for them. And the rest of the village loved them for it too.
Agnes and Grace began feeling like celebrities. Their shy, reserved ‘beige’ days were over. Wherever they went in the village, they enjoyed all the attention they received and most of all, they both loved being looked at.
Much to Dolores’s delight, Agnes and Grace were living their lives without limits.
