One of her friends a girl named Stacy said they could use her father’s old business. He had an old building near downtown pimping I mean arranging work for young attractive women. The government shut him down but they couldn’t charge him with anything. I guess there was no smoking cum. Sorry. Now I had to go to the party. Stacy came over and picked me up. We went to the site and cleaned it up as much as possible. We set up a table and some office chairs. Into a semi-circle.
I stayed behind while Stacy and her “crew” went to kidnap my sister. As I waited a phone rang. I answered it, “hello?” The voice on the other side said, “hey doll I’m looking for a date.” I said, “July 13th that’s a date or October the 9th.” He said, “no I want a little something.” I said, “you know the police are monitoring this right?” Click. I left the phone and went into the party stuff. A lot of lube, handcuffs and dildos. Just what kind of party are they throwing? I found a hand-written list of activities ranging from condom demonstrations to dildo ring toss. One item caught my eye. Strippers. They hired what I assume will be male strippers. I wouldn’t put it past her friend Genny to hire girls since she is into that.
They arrived and the party started. Amber emptied three bottles of vodka into a table full of shot glasses. The plastic red disposable cup kind. You know the song red solo cup. Just not as redneck. On a second table, she made up some shots of strait Pina Colada drink mix she called, Cum shots. The mix was thick and white and the idea was nasty. She also brought a couple bottles of sparkling cider. One of their friends I think her name is Jennifer is pregnant and not drinking.
Everyone arrived and the first thing they did was shots. Then came condom demonstrations. Stacy grabbed a large green dildo and a condom. She opened it and put it in her mouth so she could show how to choke on a condom jammed down a throat. I don’t think that was her intention but that is what happened. Genny took the big green thing and a fresh condom. She stuck the tip of the condom in her mouth. Then slipped the dildo into it as it slid down her throat. Nasty and impressive. Also shocking the only, one not interested in dick is the best at dressing one. I shocked the group by demonstrating how I was taught in health class. Grab and hold the tip of the condom leaving room for the cum, then roll it down the shaft.
From the list, I knew what was next. I found a harlequin mask on the table. Just as I put it on three guys came inside. They were dressed like Marines in desert camo and USMC on their chests. My sister was marrying a Marine. So, I guess this was their idea of a joke. Oh shit, I know one of them. His name tag says Private Long but I know him as Tim from three seats in front of me in homeroom. I sat down between the tables with the non-alcoholic drinks on my right and the vodka table on the left.
All the girls were into it. Even Genny was clapping and laughing. They pushed Tim to me. I spun around and took a drink. From the wrong table. Instead of water I got 151 proof Vodka. Everyone laughed as I turned red and gaged. I grabbed a shot of water and shot it. Once again not water. I looked back and Tim was down to just a thong. It was too small for him. Was all but hanging out of it. Another guy giving my sister a lap dance moved out of the way. She got up and handed Tim a $50. Then she went back to her dance. Tim came up and the thong came off. There he was, Tim from three seats up in homeroom with his large dick all out. I think my sister was trying to get me laid.
The others started to clap. He moved over to me. My sister mimed, “touch it.” I nodded, “no.” She gave me the angry mom face. That is when I realized mom was in on this. The two of them wanted me to do this guy. Did they know who he was?I grabbed him a little harsher than I should have by the shaft then I took his balls in the other. He somehow grew harder and bigger in my hands. I let go of him. My sister said, “take her back.” Soon the others were chanting, “take her back.”
He took me by the hand and we went into a room nearby. Inside there was a cot. He spun me around and went to take the mask off. I stopped him. I think I decided right there that I would just let things go where they were going. Or it was the two shots of 151 vodka. I took my top off. Then my jeans. He walked up to me and felt up my breasts. Then the bra came off. Then the panties. I was naked with a teenage male stripper from three seats up in homeroom. I took off my clothes so nothing nasty would get on them. I whispered, “this is my first time.” He pulled back and put on a condom. He said, “I will go at whatever speed you feel comfortable with.”
He entered me. It felt weird. It hurt but not like in the movies. I shifted and tried to find a better position. It was like a bicycle seat with a very aggressive front. I said, “you can go a little faster Tim.” Shit, I said his name. He looked down at me and went to plowing me. He wanted to finish so he could get out. It started to hurt a lot. I said, “slow down asshole.” He stopped and looked down. Then he said, “Dai?” I took my mask off. He turned red. Then me smiled and went back to a slow rhythm. With all the cards on the table we went at it. He started to feel good. Really good. Then he came. He later told me how he would dream about me. No, that doesn’t sound creepy at all. No.
Outside I could hear a commotion. The other two strippers wanted more money. I looked out and saw them just standing there dicks out. Genny had a white stuff on her face and neck. I later found out it was the Pina Colada not cum. They wanted money for sex. Genny is a police officer. She took out her badge and said, “do you want to revise that?” And just like that the party was over. They got dressed. Both the guys and my sister’s friends. At some point, everyone had gotten into some state of undressed. My sister was only wearing her bra and panties, except the bra was on her head. The guys left and the girls went to doing shots. The plan was to drink the table dry then strip joint. They all ended up underneath the table. And I am not cleaning that up.
The following Monday I was in homeroom when Tim walked in. I had a difficult time looking him in the face and not the crotch. He came up to me and said, “hey Dai, you busy this weekend?” I said, “it depends on what it will cost me?” He said, “we can work it out.” Then he went to his seat. And I stared at his ass. My bestie Tara said, “dam he is hot I wonder just how he looks without the clothes.” That is when I got a bad idea. The Dai got a terrible awful bad idea.
These are short stories I wrote. Some are connected to the larger books I am working on others are just for the fun of story telling.
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