BTR

by jadeaizen1629

btr

The pounding rhythms of overly loud dance music slammed through Nina, vibrating her ribs in time with the thrumming beat. She looked to her left and was greeted by the sight of her oldest friend and another girl giving a sloppy blowjob to a very lucky man. To her right, she saw a couple just straight up fucking, the heat from their mingling bodies crossing the small distance to Nina, giving her goosebumps. In front of her eyes, she could see only cock.

How the hell did I get here? She thought to herself, casting her mind back to the morning.

Act 1: Starlight

"So you really won't tell me where we're going?" Nina pouted into her phone, putting down a lacy red bra and holding up another one, this one white with pink bows.

"Not a chance. You only get one go at this, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let it be a boring one!" Julianne's voice chirped through the phone speaker.

Nina fastened the white bra around her breasts, tucking everything into place and turning to look at herself in the floor-length mirror next to her wardrobe. She ran her eyes up and down her mostly naked body, noting that she was overdue to tidy up the usually neat landing strip of fiery red curls that graced her otherwise immaculate vulva. Flicking her eyes up to her breasts, she turned this way and that, ultimately deciding against the white bra.

"Can you at least give me a hint?" She said, unfastening the clasp and letting the discarded undergarment slip to the floor.

"Nope! I've already given you the only hint that you get."

"Is that what you call that? You just told me to, and I quote, 'look my hottest'. It's a bachelorette party, not a blind date- that tells me nothing!"

"Tough! You're just gonna have to wait until tonight to find out! I mean it though, if I don't want to take you to the bathroom and fuck you the moment I see you, then you haven't dressed hot enough."

"I know, I know." Said Nina, knowing better than to argue with Julianne. Naked now, she walked back over to her wardrobe, catching a glimpse of her round ass in the mirror along the way. The squats were paying off.

"So what are you going to wear then?" Julianne asked as Nina sifted through the rest of her underclothes.

"Like hell am I telling you! You'll just have to wait until tonight. How's that feel?" She pulled out three more bras- a purple demi, a black low-back, and cute yellow bralette. She didn't bother putting them on- holding them up against herself was enough to tell her that they were not right.

"Got me there." She paused for a moment, the sound of an indistinct masculine voice just barely coming through the phone. "Oh, Marco says hello by the way." Marco McCullough was Julianne's husband of five-odd years; he had always been courteous and polite with Nina, but she couldn't shake the feeling that he would undress her with his eyes sometimes. To be fair, though, Julianne wasn't coy about the fact that she does the exact same thing to Nina, so maybe she was just projecting her friend's behaviour onto Marco.

Still, Nina always felt awkward around him, partly because of how he looked at her, partly because he was an intimidatingly large man, and partly because of an embarrassing situation from the first time they had met. Long story short, she had asked him how a black man had come to have the last name McCullough, being drunk enough at the time so as not to consider how insensitive and nosy a question like that could have been. Luckily, at least, he had taken it in good stride, informing her that, while most of his ancestry was Kenyan, his father's grandfather had been Irish.

Ever since this meeting, Nina always found herself flustered and self-aware around him. She knew it was a small thing, but it had set the mood of their relationship, at least on her end, ever since.

"Oh, tell him I said hi too." Was Nina's simple answer, suppressing a slight twinge. Julianne went silent for a little while, presumably talking to her husband. Nina took the opportunity to pull all of her bras out of the wardrobe, laying them out before her on the bed. She took some time sorting through them, putting them into three piles: No, Maybe, and Hell No. The first pile was mostly occupied by the ones she had already tried on, while the last was dominated by risqué lingerie; babydolls, cupless bras, corsets, and the like. She was shocked seeing how large this last category actually was- had she actually bought this many sexy things to wear in the bedroom? Taking a closer look at a few pieces from the pile, she quickly realized what was up.

Well over half of the titillating garments belonged to her fiancée, Katelyn- they must have gotten mixed in with Nina's laundry at some point. The two had the same bra size, 34C, so a quick glance wasn't always enough to tell their underwear apart.

"You still there, Julianne?" Nina asked, turning her gaze to the 'maybe' pile, noting the five bras that had made the cut.

"I... uh... yeah, still here. Just chatting with Marco, sorry." There was a slight commotion on the other end of the line, but Nina, engrossed in her task, barely noticed. "So... uhn... you pick your clothes out yet?" Julianne continued as Nina switched on speakerphone, placing the receiver on a nearby desk.

"No, still stuck on the underwear."

"Oooh!" Julianne said, just a little bit too enthusiastically. "I mean, fun! You should wear one of Katelyn's sets- she always buys the sexiest underwear." There was a slight break in the commotion, and Nina heard Marco's baritone rumble indistinctly across the phone. For a moment, she could have sworn she'd heard another voice too, this one gentler, more feminine, but she wasn't sure. Soon enough, the commotion resumed, drawing Nina's attention slightly. What was going on over there?

"Hey you! Get your slutty eyes off of my wife-to-be!" Nina laughed. Her friend was incorrigibly horny- the kind of person who truly embraced the word 'slut' as a term of empowerment, not an insult. Honestly, Nina would have been more surprised to learn that her best friend hadn't been checking Katelyn out.

Before Marco had come along and swept Julianne off her feet, she had lived a rather... wild lifestyle (a lifestyle that seemed to have followed her into married life, if Nina was to believe some of the wilder stories Julianne had recounted. One from two years ago came to mind: Julianne claimed that she and her husband had tag-teamed an innocent girlfriend during a particularly heated board game night- without the boyfriend even knowing). Considering that she was not remotely shy about sharing all of the lurid details, Nina knew all too well how much of a horndog her bestie was, and loved her for it.

"Make me!" Was Julianne's impish response, punctuated by two heavy breaths. "I can't... Ahhn!... I won't have eyes for her if I can't take them off of your fine booty!"

Was that a moan mid-sentence? She wasn't... was she? Nina listened closely: the faint buzz of static droned over the receiver, but it was not loud enough to mask the other sounds coming through, not entirely. Rustling, squeaking metal, and the barely audible sound of wet flesh slapping together.

Nina's mind immediately conjured up an image of the two entangled in a lover's embrace, sending a bolt of hot lightning straight to her exposed nether region. In her mind, the two were naked, glistening with sweat as they frantically rubbed their bodies together. Julianne, who she had seen naked many times before, was riding Marco, her small, pale body contrasting sharply with his heavy muscles and large, chocolate-coloured frame. She imagined Julianne's huge tits bouncing up and down, their bright pink nipples occasionally vanishing beneath her cascading blonde hair, only to emerge as the next ripple of force rocked through her, guided by Marco's strong hands clasped tightly around her waist.

"Still... still there, Ellie?" Julianne was barely even trying to hide how breathless she was. Nina didn't answer, her head still stuck imagining a reverse view of Marco's reportedly enormous cock slamming into Julianne from below, the shockwaves rippling through her deliciously plump ass. Unbeknownst to her, Nina's hand trailed its way down her body, passing over the swell of her breasts, tweaking the puffy nipple standing prominent and erect along the way. It continued over her stomach, the sounds of her friend's lovemaking- no, fucking- setting off little blooms of heat all over her body.

Just as her hand came to rest in her bouncy pubic curls, feeling the heat rising from just below, Julianne's voice pulled her out of her trance.

"Hey, Ellie? Nina? Hello?" She froze, her fingers still lost in a fiery red forest.

"Uh, yeah, I'm still here" she responded, her own voice somewhat heavy.

"I was...hnnn... saying that I've come up with... with a new rule for tonight, you... you..." Julianne's voice cut off suddenly, leaving only the hum of static to fill the void. Had Julianne muted her? Nina wondered, glancing over at her phone, noting the call timer still counting up. She waited a few seconds, her hand, its lustful march southward halted, still idly combing through her hair, feeling the sensitive skin underneath being lightly tugged this way and that. A few moments later, the sound clicked back on, but Nina wasn't quite prepared for what she heard.

"...cking cock! Yes!" It was unmistakably the tail end of a powerful, very verbose moan. Had she unmuted herself sooner than intended? If there had been any doubt in Nina's mind about what her friend was up to (there hadn't been), then it was time to put those doubts to bed. Here she was, not a stitch of clothing on, her hand getting ever bolder with its exploration of her mons pubis, meanwhile her friends were actively boning on the other side of the call, with little regard for subtlety.

"Sorry about that." Julianne said, sounding winded. Nina noted that the sound of slapping flesh had not stopped, only gotten more insistent. "I... uh... maybe I'll tell you about it later."

Nina pulled her attention back to the conversation, waving away the visions of Marco's muscular back and ass flexing as he drove his sledgehammer of a cock into Julianne, who was now, in her mind, on her back with her legs pinned next to her face. Try as she might, though, she was unable to coax her hand away from its activities.

"Anyway, a rule!" She continued, her voice taking on a sultry, playful undertone. "And as your maid of honour, I have been granted the authority to run the show for tonight- my rules are law."

"I'm not quite sure that's how..." Nina started.

"Sure it is." She cut her off, "Anyway, Rule 1: 'If at any time I decide your outfit isn't sexy enough for the venue- and that includes your bra and panties- then I reserve the right to change it.'"

Nina gave a chuckle. That was Julianne, to a tee. Some might see her as too much, and they might be right, but Nina had always found that Julianne had an innate ability to make everything much more fun, you just had to go along with her games. More than a few times, Nina had let her friend lead her outside her comfort zone, to almost exclusively positive results. As she thought about her friend's proposal, a full throated moan came over the phone.

"FUUUUCK!" Nina jumped, startled by Julianne's loud exclamation. "Oh, shit. I, uhh... well, no point in denying it- I'm getting dicked down by Marco right now. Sorry, he just came home from work looking so hot... and his cock..." She paused on this word, giving it a heavy emphasis "is fucking perfect right now."

"Uhhh... yeah, no worries. I'll let you get to it, then, see you tonight?" Julianne's response took a few moments, during which time the distinct sounds of two different women moaning and Marco grunting came through clear as day. Nina's circling fingers found something wet, which she explored further while waiting for Julianne to answer, enthralled by the naughtiness of the situation.

"Uhhh... yeah, okay. Ahhh! Remember: sexy! We've gotta... ohhh fuuuck... gotta celebrate your last night of freedom properly!" With that, Nina heard a click, and tossed her phone to the side.

Her fingers, now slick with her arousal, dove deeper, quickly finding something to her liking; something which set off starbursts of pleasure behind her eyes when touched. A long groan tore its way through her lips once she found her groove, a finger on either side lifting her clitoral hood while her middle finger crooked back and forth in a 'come hither' motion, occasionally shifting side to side, much to Nina's delight.

Nina was more into women than men, but she was not immune to the allures of the opposite sex. The image of Marco, looking like a polished bronze statue straight out of ancient Greece, flashed through her mind as she teased more and more pleasure out of her needy body. Julianne also appeared in her fantasies, both with and without her hubby, her petite body moving with practised ease into all kinds of sensual poses. Mostly, though, she thought of Katelyn, her beautiful fiancée.

With an image of Katelyn's head buried between her thighs, Nina brought herself to a shaking orgasm, moaning freely, hearing her lust echo loudly through the empty halls of their home- Katelyn having already left for her own bachelorette party an hour prior.

Coming down from her high, Nina groggily sat back up, turning her attention back to the piles of bras now strewn about the bed. Sexy, eh? She immediately discarded the 'No' and 'Maybe' piles, then sorted through the other one, throwing aside most of her own, leaving only the most scandalous ones. Half of them didn't even so much as cover the nipples, but she figured that it wouldn't matter if it was under her outfit. As she picked up one of the last two that she was deciding between, she knocked her phone to the ground, sending it skidding along the floor to rest, face up, a few metres away. Nina reached for it, noting that the backlight was still on for some reason. Picking it up, she saw the timer for her call with Julianne, reading 46:11, and still climbing. Well fuck.

Nina was just putting the finishing touches on her makeup, hours later, when Julianne called again. A knot formed in the pit of her stomach. Had she heard... earlier? Not really wanting to, she picked up the phone.

"Hey girl!" Came Julianne's voice, as bubbly as ever. "You almost ready? The other two are already on their way, and I'm almost at your house. See you in five?"

"Sure," said Nina, feeling her awkwardness slowly melt away before Julianne's easy demeanour. Either she had heard nothing, or she was being polite by not bringing it up. "See you in five!" The phone beeped twice- indicating the call had dropped. Of course! Nina thought. Why would a cell phone click when hung up? It's not a landline. Maybe she had just put her phone down last time, assuming that Nina would end the call?

She stowed her mascara brush, examining her work. The outfit maybe wasn't as daring as something Julianne would wear, but Nina felt downright hot wearing it. The dress was made of a sleek black fabric similar feeling to nylon. The stomach, upper back, and above the breasts was semi-transparent, while the rest was more opaque, though still not entirely. Squinting at the outfit in the mirror, she could just about make out the purple colour of the cage-style bra beneath, though she was pleased to find that the cute little lines of violet bows running down the front of each of the cups were not visible. The many straps could be seen through the transparent section of the dress above her breasts, but if anything that only added to the outfit. She turned slightly in the mirror, checking to see if the matching thong she wore was visible at all. She found that the V-shaped transparent section at the back of her dress ended just above the top of the purple waistband, whereas the opaque sections to either side rose high enough to hide the slightly higher sitting sides. The slim but not-too-tight fit of the skirt also kept her decent, though if she spread her legs too wide she'd risk showing off her fiancée's pretty purple panties to anybody nearby. She had finished the outfit off with white thigh-highs and a pair of sleek black wedges just as she heard a car pull into her driveway.

Grabbing her handbag, she made her way outside, going through the garage, where she found Julianne's car parked right in front of the open bay door. Julianne herself, dressed in what amounted to a red lace bra and a black miniskirt that really might have more business being called a belt, stood just inside, where Nina had clearly intercepted her on her way to the door. Her outfit leaving nothing to the imagination, Nina could clearly see the sexy red panties both above and below the slim band of Julianne's skirt.

"Damn, girl! Looking good! Do a twirl, let me see the rest." Nina happily obliged, doing a slow pirouette, like a ballerina swimming in molasses.

"Alright, you pass the sexy test with flying colours! Or, at least the first part of the test. We still need to do an underwear inspection. Dress on the floor, Maid of Honour's authority."

"Here?" Nina asked, looking out the garage door. Their house didn't directly face any others, but there was still a street out there, a small forest beyond it.

"Yes! Come on now, we don't have all night!"

Sighing, Nina carefully shimmied her way out of the dress, lifting it over her head and letting it fall to the floor. She was typically shy by nature, but had been in various states of undress so often around Julianne that it no longer bothered her. Still, she did find herself tensing up and folding slightly when the cool autumn air hit her shoulders and waist.

"Hmmm..." Julianne pondered, circling around a suddenly nervous Nina. "They're nice, but... you're not wearing them quite right." She said, darting in to fiddle with her bra. Much to Nina's surprise, she soon felt cool air touch an unexpected place. Looking down, she saw that the bows had in fact been laces holding together the centre of the cups, and that Julianne had untied them, snagging the laces in the process and tucking them into her bag.

Nina's hands quickly shot up to cover her exposed nipples.

"You bitch!" She yelled, mostly jokingly.

It was while she was looking at a very smug Julianne that Nina noticed something she had missed before. A cloud had gone in front of the setting sun, cutting off the glare on the windshield of Julianne's car, revealing none other than Marco sitting there in the driver's seat. At least he was looking away- absorbed in something on his phone maybe- but the sudden realization that she was standing there in nothing but her panties and an open bra hit her like a punch, knocking the wind out of her momentarily.

"Looks like the panties have one of those too. Shall I undo it now or save that for later?" Julianne asked, oblivious to the sudden change in the atmosphere.

"How about never!" Nina squealed as she quickly picked her dress back up, hastily throwing it over her head, pausing only to carefully fit her hair back through the neckhole.

"Awww, fine. Later it is then."

"Were you planning to tell me we had an audience for my strip show?" Nina said, her stomach aflutter with embarrassment and... something else.

"Who, Marco?" She scoffed. "He's a gentleman. Even if he did see anything, he'll be polite about it. Besides, you're hot as fuck, babe; you deserve to show off." Nina opened her mouth, but Julianne was faster. "Anyway," she said, blowing past Nina's signalled objection. "We need to get going. You take shotgun, I need to finish putting on my outfit in the back seat."

As it turned out, the "rest" of her outfit was nothing more than a pair of black fishnets. Nina sat in the front seat as Marco smoothly maneuvered the car through busy city streets. All the while she was trying to deduce their destination.

"Hey," Marco said, catching her attention. "I just want to let you know that I didn't see very much at all... the moment I saw you lifting your dress I looked away. If I may, though, your outfit is really sexy." That one hit Nina strangely. On the one hand, he was trying to be respectful and tell her that he hadn't ogled her, but on the other he had openly complimented her outfit, and, by extension, her body- which he may or may not have seen mostly naked. A flurry of conflicting emotions jostled their way through her body. Eventually, she stammered out a simple thank you, wishing he had just not addressed it at all.

She was so distracted by this that she didn't even notice at first that they had arrived at their destination. Looking out the window, she saw the packed parking lot of an upscale looking establishment. The dull pulse of dance music emanated from inside, and a few coloured spotlights traced lazy paths back and forth through the rapidly darkening sky. A big neon sign, mounted proudly above the entrance, proclaimed the venue's name as 'The Starlight Lounge'. So it was a club, then.

"Alright" Julianne began, "Rule 2: 'What happens in the Starlight Lounge stays in the Starlight Lounge.'"

"These rules are getting corny, fast." Giggled Nina.

"Just how I roll, babe! Let's party!"

"Give me a call when you're ready to come home." Marco said to the two women as they got out of the car. "Doesn't matter what time it is. Have fun, girls."

Inside the club, Nina could only just barely hear herself think- the music was so loud that she could feel her teeth shaking. The club was packed, undulating with bodies everywhere except for one small section of chairs raised above the rest, a VIP section probably. Well, there, and the long, capital T shaped stage that dominated part of the floor.

"You brought me to a strip club?" Nina yelled to her friend.

"Fuck yeah I did! We're doing this bachelorette shit right. Can't have a sendoff without strippers!" While Nina wasn't entirely sold, further discussion was cut off when the pair spotted Naomi.

Like Nina, Naomi was generally quiet and shy, only the petite Japanese girl took it to a whole other level. Until she had met Julianne, she had apparently barely ever left the house, going on only occasional dates with her boyfriend. Nina had seen her come out of her shell more and more, but she was still, at heart, a bookish introvert.

Julianne ran up to her, engulfing her in a huge hug, which she reciprocated with some hesitation. While both women were small, Naomi, at around 5'6", still loomed over her slightly shorter friend.

"Happy bachelorette Nina!" She yelled over the music as the bachelorette in question approached her. "The other girls are already inside. They were talking about reserving the VIP for us."

"Girls?" Questioned Nina. "I thought it was just you, me, Julianne, and Alaina?"

"Alaina brought along a friend. Actually, she said she knows you, Julianne."

"Really now?" She said, her eyes taking on a thoughtful look for a moment. "Wonder who it could be?"

"Not sure, I didn't catch her name. Seemed... nice enough, though."

"Well let's go find out!" Yelled Nina, knowing that if she didn't go inside soon, she'd chicken out. The other girls readily agreed, and the three made their way further inside.

They caught up with Alaina at the bar. Nina had met Alaina as a result of a mix-up. Both of them had interviewed for a job at the same time, and evidently, when the boss had told her assistant to 'hire Nina', the assistant, a new hire himself, couldn't tell which of the two she meant, given that their names were pronounced the same way, and sent out the paperwork to both of them. After some confusion on the first day of work, they were eventually both hired on a provisional basis- and had worked in close partnership ever since. Alaina's friendship with Nina might not reach back as far as Julianne's or Naomi's, but they were no less close for it. Katelyn affectionately referred to Alaina as Nina's 'work wife'.

"Hey El!" She exclaimed, hugging her partner. "You looksohot tonight! Are you ready to party or what?"

"Yeah, let's go for it." Nina said, trying -and likely failing- to muster the confidence she was trying to project. Strip clubs weren't really her scene- clubs in general were a coin toss at best. "By the way, what's this about another girl joining us?"

Alaina signalled for the bartender, then turned back to Nina.

"Right, I hope you don't mind. You'll like Maya, she's lots of fun." Julianne, beside Nina, perked up upon hearing the name.

"Wait, Maya? As in Maya Hunter? Where the fuck is she?" Julianne practically cackled with glee. Alaina pointed up to the VIP section, where one person sat alone nursing a drink. Julianne was off, immediately, to see her friend.

Meanwhile, the bartender had arrived, and Nina, Naomi, and Alaina ordered their drinks. Nina wasn't a big drinker these days, so she started off light. A fizzy seltzer-type drink that had once been stored near a sealed bottle of vodka, was essentially what she ended up with. After ordering for Julianne, the three of them went to join the others.

They found them happily chatting away, though she wasn't quite sure what about. Maya, for her part, was an attractive woman. About the same build as Nina, albeit with noticeably smaller breasts and dark hair, Maya clearlyknewshe was hot, and dressed so as to draw attention to that. Sultry but not slutty, that's how Nina would describe her vibe.

Introductions were made, pleasantries exchanged, and the gaggle of girls got talking.

"So how do you know our Julianne?" Asked Nina, her attention focused on Maya.

"Ah, well my husband Adam and I do a... board game night with Julianne and her husband Marco once a month. Used to be more often, but ever since Annie was born, we haven't had as much time." Ah. Board games. The pieces were beginning to fit together in Nina's head.

"Speaking of which" piped up Julianne "I have the perfect game for next time! All I'll say is that it shares... certain qualities with Captive Audience, if you remember that one."

"Ooh, I can't wait. I bet Adam will be excited too!"

The girls chatted further, until, maybe half an hour later, the lights dimmed slightly.

"Ladies and gentlemen..." a loud voice came over the speakers. "Our show will be starting in just a few minutes. Be sure you're wearing the appropriate bracelets before our performers get out there- and remember that you can always ask them to leave you alone if you're uncomfortable with something."

"Bracelets?" Asked Nina and Naomi simultaneously, both turning to Julianne.

"Oh, right! I almost forgot about those." She said, pulling a bouquet of red paper bracelets out of her bag, distributing one to each of the girls. Nina took hers, quickly peeling off the backing and looping the flimsy bracelet around her wrist.

"What are these about, anyway?" Continued Naomi, struggling to attach her own bracelet.

"Oh they're just to let the performers know how far they're allowed to go with us." Nina glanced around the dark room, noting a few people with differently coloured bracelets. She saw red, like hers, but also yellow, green, and purple. She assumed that red must mean no contact, and either green or purple meant... well she wasn't exactly sure, but she was glad she wasn't wearing one of them.

"Oh, and Nina?" She continued "Rule 3: 'That bracelet stays on, no matter what.'"

"More rules?" The bachelorette countered "you gonna get these inscribed on stone tablets or something?"

"Why, should I? Could make a nice souvenir actually..." Nina shook her head. Julianne lived in a different world from everybody else, with different rules and different values.

"Oh, and before I forget, you have to put this on too!" She said, passing Nina a white satin sash with the word 'Bachelorette' printed across it in pink block letters.

Fifteen minutes later, the lights dimmed, and spotlights converged on the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Are we ready to see some skin here tonight?" This was met with a chorus of cheers. Most of them sounded feminine, but a few deep male voices joined the choir as well. "Well without further ado, I'd like you to put your hands together for our first sexy performer: all the way from the Australian outback, he's danced on stages all across the world. He likes long walks on the beach and oral sex- giving or receiving, he loves it all. Everybody, please welcome Anders!"

With that, a man dressed in a surprisingly accurate Steve Irwin (but younger and sexier) cosplay burst out onto the stage. Clearly they weren't shy about leaning into stereotypes here. As silly as the costume may have been, the man undeniably wore it well. He was muscular, but not to the level of a bodybuilder, like Marco. A thin layer of fat sat on top of his well-defined muscles, giving him a slightly boxier, more solid look. Not quite what you'd call a dad bod, but similar.

Anders danced his way down the stage, his fluid movements in perfect time with the rock anthem playing overhead. When he got to the end of the stage, the bottom of the T shape, where the stage butted directly against the VIP section that Nina and her friends were in, he grabbed hold of the nearby pole and pulled himself into a tight spin, supporting his entire body weight with nothing but one hand.

Coming to a stop, he walked right up to the VIP railing, leaning against it and trailing his hands down his body, starting at his head and going all the way into his waistband, where they moved around a little, stimulating Nina's imagination. Effortlessly standing up straight, Anders turned around, his eyes falling on Nina's group. The bachelorette sash must have stood out, because he immediately pointed to Nina, crooking his finger to call her over. She tried to shake her head, but Julianne and Alaina were so quick to push her over to Anders that she didn't even have the chance.

"Hey, hot stuff" he said, his Aussie accent sounding genuine enough. "Special night, eh?" He continued dancing as he spoke, smoothly exhibiting his physique through thin khakis.

"Uh, yeah. I'm getting married in a few days."

"Mmm. Congratulations. Does your husband-to-be know you're here?"

"Wife, actually, and yeah, my maid of honour told her all about it."

"Good, I just didn't want to step on anybody's toes tonight. Now, how about you come over here and unbutton this shirt for me, it's getting bloody hot in here."

"Oh!" Said Nina, surprised at his forwardness. "No thank you, maybe one of these other girls..."

"Hell no girl!" Came Julianne's voice from behind. Nina hadn't realized they could hear everything. "This is all you. Rule 4: 'As long as you're not cheating, you have to go along with anything a stripper asks you to.' seems to me he's just asking you to undress him- just help him do his job, that's all. It's totally innocent."

"Julianne, these rules are..."

"Maid of Honour's authority. Now, get this sexy hunk out of that shirt! I wanna see some abs!"

Nina stood there frozen. This was definitely crossing a line, right? She couldn't undress somebody at the club, could she? What would Katelyn think?

Her thought process was interrupted as Anders turned away from her, leaned back against the railing, reached for her hand, and placed it on his chest. His body was solid, with just the right amount of give to it. Nina could feel curls of chest hair through the thin button-up as he slowly moved her hand around, letting her feel the flexing of his pecs while he slowly gyrated on the spot. He slowly led her fingers to the first button, tracing them along the slopes and valleys of his musculature along the way. Nina, for her part, was still somewhat frozen with uncertainty. On the one hand, she couldn't deny how hot Anders was, and how hot the situation was, but on the other, she knew this was crossing a line.

"The red bracelet isn't the 'no contact' one, is it?" She turned back to Julianne, her hand never letting go of Anders' chest.

"Nope! That's green. Don't worry, though: red isn't "all the way", you're safe. Now, Rule 4- get going!"

Still vibrating with uncertainty, but secure at least in knowing that she had control of the situation, what with her bracelet setting clear rules and boundaries, Nina pushed the tiny plastic button through its hole, feeling the khaki shirt immediately spring outwards, tight as it had been over Anders' bulging chest.

He moved her hand lower, the tips of her fingertips skimming his now exposed upper chest along the way, though Nina could see none of this, only feel it. Soon, she arrived at the next button, and promptly unfastened it as well. This went on for a minute or two, until she unfastened the last button, feeling the tension in the fabric immediately release.

He didn't remove her hand, though, even as he shimmied his way out of the shirt. Instead, he guided her hand around his bare chest, letting her feel the heat of his skin against her palm. Reaching back, he grabbed her other hand, bringing it to the other side of his chest, and pulled her closer in the process. She was now pressed up close against Anders' back, his hard muscles forming a wall of man against her, while her hands roamed along his front. As the song picked up, he pressed her hands hard into his pecs, letting her feel the thick bands of muscle just below the skin.

The song was coming to an end, now, and Anders danced his way back to the centre of the stage, though not before trailing Nina's hands just below the top of his waistband, giving her a tantalizing tease of what could come next. Flustered, her mind buzzing with so many different emotions, Nina returned to her seat, being met with a great deal of fanfare from her friends.

"You go, girl!" Maya cheered, pulling Nina into a hug. Nina said very little in response, still somewhat stunned. This was turning out to be aJuliannenight out, through and through, which made Nina equal parts nervous and excited.

Anders' dance ended with an impressive series of acrobatic feats of strength, then he walked off stage, blowing a kiss directly towards the VIP section as he went. As filler music began playing, the voice came over the loudspeakers once again.

"How about Anders, everybody? Let's give it up again for him! Now, remember ladies and gents, the first half of our show is strictly non-nude, so if you want to see Anders' down-under, you're going to have to hire him for a dance during our intermission."

"I'msodoing that." Said Julianne as the announcer caught his breath.

"Now, let's keep this show moving with our next performer. He's a local boy, born and raised right here in our beautiful city. His hobbies include..."

The show went on, a parade of flesh dancing before Nina's eyes. An hour passed; an hour full of laughter and fun interspersed with periods of heavy (relative) silence as the girls were enraptured by the various displays of sensual athleticism on the stage before them. Just as the most recent dancer, Alberto, strolled off of the stage, his tight ass visible thanks to the thin green G-string he wore, the announcer came on again.

"Everybody give it up for Alberto, the Southwest Stallion!" Nina added her voice to the din of cheers filling the room. She was on her third drink at this stage, but given how weak they were, her head was still clear. She felt a little looser, maybe, but for all intents and purposes she was still sober. The announcer continued. "Now, our intermission has arrived. For the next hour, our guys will be going around offering private dances to our lucky patrons. If you're not hiring one of our studs, then now's a perfect time to get out on the dancefloor!" As he finished speaking, loud dance music blasted through the speakers, instantly making the whole club come alive.

"I'm going to the bathroom!" Julianne yelled. "Naomi, Ellie, you're coming with me."

The three wove their way through the press of bodies, finding the line for the ladies' room and settling in for a wait. Eventually, their turn came, and the three of them pressed themselves into the water closet. The building had three separate sets of washrooms, so you were never far away from the facilities. The facilities in question were all individual rooms, not multi-stall shared spaces, so the three girls had a moment of privacy and relative quiet.

After they finished their business, the three girls were standing in front of the mirror, fixing their makeup, when Julianne turned to Nina.

"Alright, I thought your outfit was good, but seeing some of the other people out here tonight, I think I'm going to have to reinvoke Rule 1." Nina cocked her head for a moment.

"Remind me which one that was again?" She half-joked.

With a memory like an encyclopedia, Julianne recited the rule.

"'If at any time I decide your outfit isn't sexy enough for the venue- and that includes your bra and panties- then I reserve the right to change it.' Now, what are we going to do about you exactly?"

"Rules? Is that what you were talking about with her earlier, during the first... performance? What kind of rules are these?" Asked Naomi, fishing an eyeliner pencil out of her bag.

"The kind that are going to make Ellie's night one to remember! Why, want to add one?"

"Uh, I don't know. What rules do you have already?"

"You've already heard Rules 1, 3, and 4, Rule 2 is 'What happens in the Starlight Lounge stays in the Starlight Lounge.'"

"Hmmm." Naomi put a finger to her lip in exaggerated thought. "Oh! I have one. Rule 5: 'You can't end the night until you've touched every stripper at least once.'" Julianne swatted her hand at Naomi's arm, her eyes going wide.

"You genius! So be it, by the authority vested in me as Maid of Honour, I hereby authorize rule 5, active immediately."

"You nerd." Was Nina's response, but she couldn't stop herself from laughing out loud.

"You love it. Now, back to Rule 1- we need to fix that outfit of yours." Julianne circled around her friend, poking and prodding at various parts of her dress.

"Alright, got it. Two things: first, lose the bra- we can see it through your clothes, and while it is pretty sexy, it's not quite right for this club." She paused, eyes fixed on Nina's tits, clearly waiting for the bachelorette to comply. After giving her a few more seconds, Nina relented, reaching behind herself and deftly undoing the clasp before shimmying her way out of the bra's many straps, finally pulling the removed garment out through the hem of her dress.

Naomi's eyebrow shot up upon seeing the underwear.

"Hardly much of a change, going from that to nothing." The other two girls chuckled, she wasn't wrong.

"'Kay, next we need to fix those shoulders. I'll take care of it." With that, she began fussing with Nina's outfit.

As it turned out, the whole upper part of the dress was removable, which was news to Nina. Everything above the opaque section hiding her now naked breasts, was attached by a series of tiny clips to the thicker material below. Now, the shoulders, upper chest, and even the V-shaped transparent section on the back of the dress were all stowed away in Julianne's seemingly bottomless handbag, only a small bridge of fabric running along her shoulder blades was holding the outfit together..

"H. O. T. Remind me to tell Katelyn that she has a catch on her hands."

"You've been telling her that literally since the first time you two met. Hell,youset us up!"

"Details. Now, we ready to get back out there? I have another surprise for you two- just follow me." Julianne set off, leaving the other girls momentarily stunned.

"I guess we..." Naomi started.

"Yup. Easier to just go along with her than to argue." The two continued chatting as they followed a good ten steps behind their excited friend. They weren't going back to their table, that much was clear.

"What do you think she has in store for us?" Naomi asked, the trepidation in her voice mirroring what Nina was feeling.

"Knowing her? Could be anything. Probably something horny though."

"That's what I figured." She said, rolling her eyes a little. "I'm not sure how the rest of you even keep up with her."

"Nobodykeeps up with Julianne." Nina said, adding, in her head 'except for Marco it seems'. "We're all in the same boat as you, just riding the waves she leaves in her wake." Naomi smiled, brushing some of her long, dark hair out of her face.

"That's... comforting to hear, actually. I thought I was the black sheep of the group."

By now they had a pretty good idea of what Julianne had in mind. They found themselves near the hallway leading to the private rooms, their path barred by a rather bored looking bouncer.

"Can I help you ladies?" He asked, his voice much deeper than expected.

"I hope so! Is Anders available? It's my bestie's bachelorette party, and she needs a dance."

"I don't, really. It's fine." Nina tried to say. She had warmed up to the venue somewhat, but a private dance? Her ears burned just considering it.

"Poppycock!" Julianne cut her off without looking away from the bouncer. "So, Anders?"

The bouncer looked straight over Julianne's head (which, to be fair, was incredibly easy to do), meeting Nina's eyes.

"That true? Congrats on the wedding, ma'am." Nina, caught off guard, thanked him. "So you're looking to see what Anders can do for you, eh?" This, too, was directed not at Julianne, who was silent and incredulous, likely because a man was ignoring her- something she surely wasn't used to.

"I, uh..." Nina stammered, not sure how to answer. Julianne turned, joining the burly man in looking at Nina.

"Rule 6: 'the Maid of Honour is the boss; what she says, goes.'"

"Hell no!" Exclaimed Nina. "That one is cheating! Besides, aren't 5 rules plenty?"

"No, I'm afraid Rule 7 is 'There are as many rules as I decide there are.' Still, though, we can workshop number 6. How about this- we limit the rule so that it only works 3 times tonight."

"That's... better." Nina said, still not willing to give too much ground.

"Great! You'll have a blast, trust me."

Though probably against her better judgement, Ninadidtrust Julianne. Her friend might be wild, but she had never led Nina into anything that she regretted doing, and if one person always knew how to find the funnest aspect of everything, it was Julianne.

"You coming too, Naomi?" Nina asked.

"Ummmm... I mean, I guess. If you're going, I guess I will." Her voice trailed off, inaudible over the music. Nina was shocked at first that her shy, introverted friend would willingly walk into a private dance with a stripper. Looking back to the slightly raised table, where their party had set up, the reason came to her rather quickly. Not the biggest fan of strangers, she would have likely felt incredibly awkward around Maya, and while she got along fine with Alaina, their personalities were so different, and their acquaintance so recent that it made sense that Naomi would rather stick with her two oldest friends.

"Alright, you can go on in. Room 7, on the right." It seemed that Julianne had worked things out after all. As the three went to enter the hallway, the bouncer placed his large hand on Nina's shoulder, stopping her in her tracks.

"You sure you're good with this? If she's just pressuring you into this, say the word and I'll kick her out." Nina was shocked. Was that how things had come across to him? She thought for a spell...wasthat what was going on? Well, sorta, she concluded. But it's not like she was against it, right?

Of all the places Nina ever expected to reconsider the motivations of her childhood friend, the private rooms of a strip club had not crossed her mind.

Julianne may be a self-admitted slut, but she was a good friend, and always knew where Nina's boundaries were without her even needing to tell her. She may lead Nina to tiptoe outside of her comfort zone, but that's healthy to do, right? She had never left a crazy experience with Julianne feeling anything other than thankful that she had gone along with it.

Her mind made up, she lifted the bouncer's hand off of her shoulder, noticing how much bigger and rougher his hands were than hers.

"Thanks, but I'm good. It's just my first time, is all." The bouncer nodded and stepped aside properly, leaving her to catch up to her friends, who were already at the door with a big number 7 stencilled across the front.

The inside of the room was styled like a luxurious bedroom. Purple satin drapes adorned the walls, and a puffy velvet-upholstered chaise filled the back wall. The three girls sank into the seat, two out of three of them making a conscious effort to hide their panties. Moments later, the sound of a bell came over the speakers, followed by upbeat, but subtler music than what played in the club outside. The walls must be partially soundproofed, as only the bass heavy beat came through with any clarity from out there, leaving the almost jazzy music inside the room to be easily heard.

As the song started, Anders entered the room, still shirtless as they had left him. A smile crossed his face as he locked eyes with Nina, one which she felt compelled to return.

He began his dance, getting up close and personal with each of the girls, but not touching them. Eventually, he turned around, placing his hands at his sides. In one smooth motion, he pulled his shorts clean off, revealing the crocodile-print T-string thong wrapped tightly around a... sizeable python.

Nina's eyes were transfixed on his package as he continued to dance. She watched as it bounced this way and that, its weight shifting slowly, indicating a hefty trouser snake. This time, he did include touching in his dance. Starting with Julianne, he put his left leg on the back of the chair behind her, hovering his crotch maybe 15 centimetres away from her face, he took her hands, tracing them along his abs. Sinking lower and lower, her fingertips danced along the V-shaped ridges where his obliques met his transversus abdominis muscles before curving around his waist. Reaching around, her hands closed on his ass, giving it a few slaps and squeezes.

The dance wore on, and he moved to Naomi. Clearly out of her depth, Naomi was at least a good sport with Julianne's ideas. She likely realized, as Nina did, that Julianne had a sixth sense for these kinds of things. To that end, she sat there, red in the face and eyes darting all over the place, as Anders gyrated himself before her. She let out a squeal as he took her hand, gently placing it on his pecs, then letting go.

She was still for a moment, then her hand began to explore a little, gliding over the stripper's chest. After a few moments of this, she timidly pulled her hand back, eyes glued to her knees, which were locked tightly together.

Taking it in stride- literally- Anders danced his way over to Nina. The knot of nervous anticipation that had been forming in her gut burst all at once. She was suddenly very okay with this. It was innocent, just a strip show. No different than porn, really, it just engages all of the senses. Or... she mentally stammered, most of them.

Anders was before her now, his hot body tantalizingly close. Nina couldn't keep her eyes off of him- his thick arms, solid torso, large, bouncing... He pulled Nina to her feet, turning to face away from her and pressing up on her. His almost entirely naked body was pressed up against Nina's- she could feel the muscles shifting under his skin as he continued to dance, rubbing himself up on Nina.

"Woooo!" Julianne cheered. "Take off that thong!"

The stripper took his time following her request, instead resuming what he and Nina had started out on the dancefloor, placing her hands on his naked chest. Eventually, though, he did lead her hands ever lower, until she felt the band of his last piece of clothing under her fingers. He led her hands under that band, running down the fronts of his legs. She could feel the front of his underwear lifting as her hands made their way down his thighs, feeling the bumpy abductors beneath his skin. She was engrossed with the feeling of his inner thighs when she heard a quietsnap, and something hot and heavy fell onto her hand.

Still unable to see around Anders, who was built like a tree trunk, she reached her hand up, feeling around. Eventually her fingers wrapped around something smooth, hard, and gently pulsing. It didn't take a genius to figure out what it was. It seemed as if Anders had removed his snap-away underwear, which she confirmed by looking down at where his totally naked ass was now pressed up against her crotch. She was of course holding his semi-erect cock in her hand, and by the time she came to her senses, she noticed she was lightly stroking it, toying with the underside of its flared head. It was only the song coming to an end that broke her trance, and she quickly retreated to the couch. Anders turned to face them, his cock, now sticking straight out from his body, was at face level, and pointed directly at Nina. As he moved and shifted, it bobbed around, the occasional pulse of blood causing it to twitch, flaring up to an impressively thick degree. He wasn't remarkably long- maybe average at around 5-6 inches, but his penis was as proportionally thick as the rest of him was. Nina recalled how her fingers, though long and dainty, hadn't quite been able to wrap themselves fully around his member- and that had been before it was fully erect.

"So, girls," he said, his gentle voice pulling her eyes off of his dick- though it continued to look directly ather. "Are we doing another dance, or are we calling it a day?"

Julianne turned to the other two.

"Another?" She said simply, her face and upper chest visibly flushed. Nina couldn't deny that she was getting turned on. The situation was so wild, so... freeing. She knew she was curious how the dance would proceed, so she nodded her head. Naomi followed suit soon afterwards, her eyes looking all around the room, anywhere but at the cock.

Nina noticed that her own eyes had drifted back downwards, and she was now following the forking line of a thick vein running along the underside of his organ. She imagined how its ridges would feel... in her hand... in her mouth... in her...

"Alright, yes please! Dance that hot body for us!" Julianne said, prompting Anders to start a new song. His movements were smooth and effortless as he made his way around the room, his cock, still hard, bounced around, trailing his movements.

Yet again, he first danced over to Julianne, using her as a barometer to test the mood of the room. He got low and close, so that his shaft rested just below the swell of her breasts, barely hidden by the lacy undergarment she wore as a shirt. He moved his hips upward, trailing his tip along her sternum, briefly getting sandwiched by the press of her hefty rack. Just as his head emerged from her cleavage, he tilted his hips back and stood up, sending his dick before her face without touching it. Nina noticed Julianne putting her tongue back in her mouth as Anders began waving his erection over her head, occasionally letting it fall on her forehead with a heavyslapsound, eliciting laughter from Julianne.

As the dancer got bolder, sitting beside Julianne and resting his member on her lap, hands exploring her midsection, she turned to her friends, her voice breathy as she spoke.

"Ladies, I'm thinking Rule 1 needs a... temporary adjustment." This she said as she reached her hands around her back. "Anders here has been kind enough to show us what he's working with." She reached her hand over and grabbed the equipment in question, lifting it up and giving it a few pumps, causing a small bead of clear fluid to pool at its tip. "I say we return the favour. Per Rule 1, by my authority as Maid of Honour, take your fucking tops off!" This last part came out as a cheer as her own bra popped off with surprising force, instantly revealing her pretty pink nipples.

"Wha...?" Naomi was stunned, her brain clearly shutting down, overloaded by the situation. Nina, for her part, was nervous, but curious. Her newly strengthened trust in her friend made her feel safe, insulated from consequences, and most importantly free to make her own decisions.

Resolute, she pulled her dress down over her breasts, baring them for the others to see. Feeling how uncomfortably the garment bunched up around her midsection, she took a deep breath, then pulled it all the way off, leaving her in nothing but her panties and stockings.

"Alright, happy? We've already crossed so many lines, though- I... I'm not gonna cheat on Katelyn."

"Awww, any day I get to see your tits and ass is a happy day for me, babe. You know I won't make you do anything you'll regret, right?"

"I... yeah... I trust you."

"Great! Now, Naomi- your dress is sexy as fuck, but right now it needs to be on the floor with Ellie's." She continued stroking the stripper as she spoke, until he stood up and resumed shaking his hips, cock dancing around Julianne's face. On one particularly close pass, Nina saw her tongue dart out, licking Ander's glans from bottom to top. A thin strand of saliva and pre-cum dangled between the two for a moment as they separated, eventually falling to glisten between the blonde bombshell's boobs, in the thin, deep chasm of her cleavage.

Naomi, for her part, was paralyzed with indecision. Muttering something to herself that the other two couldn't hear.

"You can leave, if you're not comfortable." Nina said, putting her hand on her friend's lap.

Naomi took a slow, deep breath.

"No, no. Raph' is always saying that I need to let loose more often. I'll do it, I just... need a moment."

Nina wasn't quite sure that Naomi's boyfriend specifically wanted her to take her clothes off in a strip club, with a naked man rubbing his cock all over her, but before she could articulate this, the petite Asian girl had already unzipped the back of her asymmetric blue knee-length dress, leaving it to fall to the ground in a heap.

Beneath her clothes, she wore a cute pair of white cotton panties with a blue checkered pattern. Her bra was white, slim enough to not make lines in her dress, but otherwise unremarkable- emphasizing function over form. Still, though, ordinary as her underwear was, she wore it very well. Her breasts, somewhat larger than Nina had supposed, bulged slightly from the tops of her cups, and her surprisingly curvy ass swallowed her cutesy panties, giving a pretty clear view of her naked cheeks. Her complexion was flawless, long stretches of unbroken perfection only interrupted by a few cute constellations of freckles.

Naomi gulped, as if the reality of what she just did was only now sinking in. She reached briefly for the clasp of her bra, but, apparently thinking better of it, decided to just sit back down instead.

Anders, watching this all unfold while getting his meat beat by Julianne, gave a short cheer, his cock bobbing up and down in appreciation.

Getting up, he moved over to Naomi, sitting next to her and wrapping his big arm around her shoulders. His body angled inwards, causing his cock to occasionally bump against her ribs. He danced a little, but mostly he whispered in Naomi's ear- causing her to let out a few nervous giggles, then eventually a genuine laugh. She whispered back to him a bit, Nina caught the word "boyfriend", then he got up, continuing his dance, but doing so fromslightlyfurther back. Naomi actually had a smile on her blushing face as she watched his cock bounce around, tracing arcane symbols in the air before her.

His spell must have been successful, as after about a minute of this, Naomi tentatively reached her hand up. At first, she just prodded at the base of his shaft, watching as it bounced back like a spring. Getting bolder, she circled two fingers around it, just below the head, so that the crook of her thumb and forefinger rested directly against his frenulum. She gave a few light strokes, eventually folding the rest of her fingers around it too. She did this for a few moments before pulling her hand back, face burning red. Anders moved back to Julianne, who immediately began stroking him off properly.

Eventually, the song came to an end, leaving a tense looking Anders to slowly extricate himself from Julianne's frantic HJ. As he left, she looked rather distant, her hands still raised, as if not ready to give up their prize.

"Tell you what." Anders said, breaking the silence. "I'll throw in another dance for free- as a present to the bachelorette. I'm going to need you to join me over here though."

Nina thought for a second. She was definitely curious, she had to admit. Plus she knew that Rule 4 required her to go along with this. It was just some dirty dancing, right? Not cheating- though she was definitely dancing along the line- one of the few lines she hadn't already crossed, that was.

Getting to her feet, she removed her wedges, not confident in her ability to dance in them. She then padded her way over to Anders, noting the heated floor beneath her toes.

The stripper grabbed hold of her waist, using it to control her as he danced all around, his soldier standing at attention the whole time, often brushing up against Nina's naked flesh. At one point, he placed himself in front of her, bent down slightly, and placed his cock directly between her slightly parted thighs. As he released it, it slammed into her thinly covered loins with what felt like the force of a freight train. A choked moan shivered its way out of Nina's mouth as her pussy suddenly ignited, burning with an intense inner heat. Anders grabbed his cock, giving it a few slow pumps, its tip tracing little wet lines on her thighs, then released it, springing it back up once again. This time, the tip struck her clitoris directly, and he was sure to move it around a little before pulling it down and repeating the process.

Nina, knees weak and panties rapidly moistening, was using all of her concentration to stay on her feet, but every time Anders rammed his cock against her pussy, and every time he stroked his thick member along her folds from clit to anus, she felt herself giving way a little. In the back of her mind, she knewthiswas too much, but that voice was drowned out more and more by each successive shock of pleasure zipping through her nervous system.

"These panties are so cute." He said, placing his hand on the front of them, running his fingers along her mons. "I like the bows on the front."

"Those aren't just bows!" Julianne said, surprising Nina- she had forgotten that there were other people here. "Give a tug on the bottom one, see what happens."

"Oh?" Said Anders, quickly moving his hand down, just barely avoiding touching her trembling pussy as it came to rest just past her anus, where the ties began. He played gently with the lace, causing Nina's panties to slide around, small wet sounds just barely audible from below. For all his play, he didn't untie the laces, only tugged at them gently, resulting in Nina becoming more and more flustered. Eventually, the song ended and a new one began, but the two were still there, Anders sliding his body around while Nina stood, frozen in a potent combination of fear, nervousness, and excitement.

She could feel the moisture beginning to run down her thighs when she felt an especially hard tug from Anders. It was angled in such a way that it didn't undo the ties, but it did catch her attention. Opening her eyes, though still half-lidded with lust, she saw that Anders was looking directly at her, a question dancing behind his deep blue eyes.

"Julianne?" She asked, not breaking the stripper's gaze, revelling in the pressure exerted by his hand pulling at her panties.

"Yeah babe?" She heard, following a large gulp.

"Whatexactlydo the bracelets mean?"

"Oh, okay. The green ones mean 'no contact', the yellows mean 'non-intimate contact only'. Red means 'No penetration', and finally purple means 'anything goes'"

She glanced down at her red bracelet. No penetration? Considering everything she'd already done, and with the barrier allowed by the bracelet, she felt safe. So, when her eyes rose back up to meet Anders', she gave a tiny nod, and he smiled.

The next thing she felt was the lace slowly unravelling itself against her bare pussy as he pulled it from below. It fluttered across her mons, clitoris, labia, and eventually her hole, the loose end of the lace brushing lightly against her anus as it fell to the ground, no longer bound by her panties.

The air caressed her damp lips, immediately sending a tremor up her spine. She found herself suddenly thankful that she had cleaned up her pubic hair as Anders' hand began tracing its way along the line formed by the edge of her landing strip. A fresh flood of liquid filled her as his thick fingers passed further down, skirting the edge of her sex just barely, instead running along the bend where her leg met her crotch.

Eventually, he retracted his hand, leaving a small groan of frustration to escape from Nina's throat. Her displeasure didn't last long, though, as, taking his rod in his hand, Anders put it back between her thighs, his pre-cum now lost amidst the flow of pussy juice as he traced the head along her inner thigh,soclose to her most sensitive spot. Without warning, he released his member, as before, smacking it directly against her now naked and dripping pussy. She could feel her lips fall around the invading cock, sliding back and forth along his length as he thrust his hips erotically, being sure to drag his crown firmly along her clit. This lasted only about ten seconds before she felt her legs give out, a small but powerful orgasm stealing her strength away.

She didn't fall, though. Instead, she felt two strong hands catch her- one on her upper back, and the other getting a handful of her plump behind. He began kneading and squeezing her ass as he directed Naomi to grab a folding chair from underneath the chaise. Sitting her gently in the chair, he made sure she was comfortable, then moved over to the other two.

Nina watched them as her groggy brain picked up the pieces of her shattered psyche. Julianne had already lost her own panties and miniskirt, openly touching herself as Anders danced for Naomi, who was still clad in her underwear.

Naomi, her burst of boldness clearly passed, sat with her arms folded around her chest. Her eyes, however, were glued to what was before her, her mouth hanging open just a little. Getting up, Julianne moved over behind Anders, her naked body squishing itself against his. She snaked her arm around him, snatching up his cock and giving it several languorous tugs from root to tip. She continued jerking him off, her pace steadily increasing. All the while, Naomi sat transfixed, hypnotized by the huge organ pointed directly at her face, its skin bunching up just slightly under Julianne's tightly wrapped fingers.

Finding her strength, Nina got up, finding her feet just barely able to suppourt her weight. She could feel the drenched fabric of her open panties shifting and scraping against her sensitive, primed vulva, so, without a second thought, she stepped out of them. Walking over to join her similarly naked friend. She felt heat rising into her forehead, dominating her mind. The feeling of her breasts smooshed against Anders' hard back muscles, her erect nipples stifled by his bulk, was like bellows to the fire burning between her legs. She rubbed herself up and down, her pubis riding his leg, while she moved her hand around to join Julianne's, fingers wrapping around the base, relegating Julianne to work on his cockhead. The two girls jerked him off, matching each other's rhythm perfectly. As he began to tense up, stomach tightening to reveal the six pack hidden just below the surface, Julianne used her free hand to grab Nina's ass, squeezing it hard and pulling it to the side, letting a gust of cool air breeze its way along the length of her most erogenous zones. She continued her massage as Anders' balls shot up, tightening against his base. Nina met eyes with Naomi, silently asking her a question. After some hesitation, she nodded her head slowly, a look somewhere between concern and curiosity on her face.

His cock swelled far beyond its original girth, becoming nearly as thick around as a pop can, before ejecting his first arcing spurt of cum. It landed diagonally across Naomi's face, which she responded to by closing her eyes and opening her mouth, which she did at Julianne's insistence. Nina felt another wave of force run up his penis, launching another rope with pinpoint accuracy right on to the Asian girl's tongue. A few more spurts landed on her chest, soaking into the fabric of her bra, before the stripper finished his 'performance', his still-hard cock red and throbbing.

Nina noticed a bit of cum on her fingers, and was overtaken by the urge to taste it, which she did. It was salty and gooey but not unpleasant, with faint undertones of something sweet and delicious, yet bitter- pineapple maybe? Looking over to Julianne, she saw that her friend was doing the same thing, only she was really committing- licking a long strand of hot cum from her fingers with great relish.

Naomi, on the other hand, had yet to move. She sat there, chest rising and falling as breath heaved into and out of her lungs, mouth full of jizz still hanging open, a blank look in her eye. Anders thanked the girls, tidied himself up, and left them to their stunned silence.

"Well that was fucking hot." Julianne said, one hand idly tweaking her nipple. Nina tried to sort through her thoughts. There was some conflict inside of her, but Julianne was right: any way you sliced it, what had just happened had beenreally fucking hot.

The two turned to Naomi, still sitting with her mouth open, a pool of cum resting on her tongue. Her eyes snapped to her two friends, like porch lights suddenly coming on.

"Hut duh I duh abouw thith?" She said, lips never touching. She was pointing to the ejaculate in her mouth.

"What, you don't swallow?" Came Julianne's response. Naomi shook her head, averting her eyes somewhat.

"Well, you do, don't you Ellie? Care to help our friend out?"

"Huh? Swallow? Julianne, I haven't been with a man in years. Besides, how am I supposed to help her?"

Julianne gave a devilish grin.

"Let me show you." She said before moving in, her naked body pressed close against Naomi's. Her mouth met Naomi's, and a few seconds passed where the only sound was the wet smacking of tongues wrestling with each other. After a moment, she pulled away, leaving Naomi looking dazed and confused.

"Left you some." Said Julianne, licking her lips.

Nina sat next to Naomi, hesitant but already feeling her motor revving again. She looked at her friend, the dazed look on her face slowly being replaced by a heavy blush.

"Can I..." Nina trailed off, her eyes darting down to Naomi's lips. Both girls sat there in silence for one heavy moment, then Naomi leaned in, her soft lips pressing against Nina's own.

They kissed for longer than Nina could tell- tongues sliding around each other, eager to explore the possibilities suggested by their partner's wet mouth. All the while, Nina could taste that thick salty-sweetness rolling around on her tongue. When eventually their kiss broke, both girls were breathing heavily, and Nina could feel a fresh wave of heat radiating from her vagina.

Naomi, now that the moment had passed, didn't seem to know what to do with her arms. She alternated between tucking them to her sides, fiddling with her hair, and pulling at the elastic waistband of her panties. Nina's attention drawn downwards by the snapping sound, she spotted a large, dark wet spot right on the gusset of her white underwear.

Reaching down for her clothes, Nina snagged Naomi's dress as well, passing it to her. She accepted it gratefully, sliding back into it without delay. Nina did the same, casting about for her panties when she was done, but finding them nowhere. She looked up at Julianne, who gave her a wink in return.

"Rule 1? Nina asked, her right eyebrow creeping its way up her forehead.

"Rule 1." Julianne answered, planting a huge, lingering kiss directly on her lips as she walked by, making for the exit.

The show had not yet resumed by the time they left the room, giving them time to clean up and get themselves another drink. Nina, for her part, was having a wild enough night already, and so opted for a glass of lemonade instead of another one of her slightly spiked seltzers.

When they came back to their table, Maya and Alaina were chatting away with each other, Maya pointing off at somewhere near the back of the club. Nina followed her finger, but wasn't sure what she was looking for, and quickly gave up.

"Where the hell have you three been?" Asked Alaina as she spotted the group.

"You think I was going to let our girl have her party without a private dance? What kind of amateur do you take me for?" Julianne responded, putting the matter to rest immediately.

The girls chatted for a while, Naomi eventually announcing that she had to call her boyfriend, and leaving with Julianne through the front doors. While they were still gone, the announcer's voice boomed from the speakers again, suppressing the dance music.

"Ladies and gentlemen! I hope you've enjoyed your intermission. We're going to get back to the show in just a few minutes here, but first, we have some housekeeping to take care of. The second half of our show tonight features a lot more man than you've seen so far, and a lot less clothing. Everybody wearing either a red or purple bracelet is good to stay where they are, but I'm going to have to ask for those with green and yellow ones to make their way out. Thanks for joining us tonight!" There was commotion as around three quarters of the people in the room filtered their way out through the main doors. The space suddenly felt much more intimate, with only three dozen or so people now crowding around the stage, compared to the easily more than one hundred people that had occupied the club previously.

Nina felt like royalty, raised above the peasants below her. As that thought occurred to her, so too did another, and she shuffled her legs closer together, wondering if the angle was right for the people below to see up her dress.

"One more thing while I have your attention: if you get into the swing of things and want to *ahem*upgradeyour clearance level, you need only flag down any of our staff, and they can help you out. Without any further ado, welcome to the raunchy half of our show. Let me remind our performers and our audience that penetration of any kind isabsolutely notallowed on anybody wearing a red bracelet. Purple bracelet wearers? Get ready for a good time. Up next we have two dancers. Nobody knows much about them. Some say they're rivals constantly trying to one up the other, some say they're lovers sworn forever to secrecy.Theysay none of this. Everybody please welcome the Silent Studs, Hamill and Leo!" Two men stepped onto the stage with military precision, each one entering from the opposite side at exactly the same moment, their steps locked in time as they approached each other along the top of the T-shaped runway. They wore matching uniforms, looking like security guards or something, and had matching, closely cropped haircuts. As they each reached the other, they deflected sideways, both of them now walking purposefully along the long part of the stage. They stopped, each turning to look out at the audience. They cupped their hands to their ears in unison, making an upward gesture with their other open hands. The room erupted into cheers- while there weren't as many voices as before, the ones that remained were enthusiastic, and they more than succeeded in filling the large space with their clamour.

The two men looked to each other, moving with an uncanny precision that made her think of Robert Patrick's character in Terminator 2. After a moment of silent eye contact, they both shook their heads, then walked further up the stage. They came to a stop about three quarters of the way to the VIP booth and repeated their motion, calling for the audience to make some noise. This time Nina added her voice to the crowd, screaming her encouragement for all to hear. Even Naomi, who had just returned with Julianne in tow, gave a short 'wooo!', stopping suddenly as if surprised by her own enthusiasm.

The dancers looked to one another again. A tense moment filled the room. Nothing could be heard but the industrial music and the last fading echoes of the room going wild. They shook their heads again, promptly resuming their journey to the end of the stage. Getting to the end, right next to the railing that Nina found herself leaning against with the rest of her friends, straining to get a better look.

They repeated their act again, the music dropping into a low, oscillating hum, slowly building in intensity and speed. The room practically exploded. Nina found herself yelling until her throat was sore, the rest of her group also joined in, drowning out the building rhythm with the force of their cheering.

The dancers looked to each other, the music building to an imminent drop. They held their gaze for longer than usual, anticipation building in the room until it was almost tangible.

Just as the music hit its peak, transitioning into a lively dubstep number, the two men nodded, and ripped their clothes off in one quick motion. They danced, no longer synchronized, their tightly wrapped packages keeping time with the music.

After a few minutes of this, the music came to a lull, and the announcer's voice cut through Nina's trance.

"Now, it seems like we have a bachelorette party in the house tonight, and for the fun part of the show no less." He paused, giving Julianne, Maya, and Alaina a chance to cheer loudly. "I have a game for the lucky bride-to-be. I'm gonna need her, and one lucky volunteer from her group, to come onto the stage."

Maya was standing before he even finished speaking, offering her hand to Nina. Her last vestige of reluctance flaring up, she nonetheless accepted the woman's hand, letting her lead her around the railing and onto the stage, though not before turning to Julianne, a smug grin on her face.

"I'm counting this as one use of Rule 6."

Julianne made a vague gesture, her own smile never wavering.

The two girls made their way to the centre of the stage, where the two men waited, clad only in plain white banana hammocks. Unlike many of the other performers, these guys were fairly lean, svelte even, but dense bundles of wiry muscle could still be seen in all the places that mattered.

The announcer came out onto the stage, finally putting a face- a large, Scandinavian looking face, to the voice.

"Hi ladies, you're looking delicious tonight. Let's give it up for our bachelorette, everybody!" He said, holding Nina's hand up in the air. "What's your name, beautiful?" He offered the microphone as he asked.

Nina, blushing heavily under the glare of the spotlights, gave her name, and he moved on to Maya.

"Nina and Maya. Two sexy names for sexy ladies."

"Fucking right they are!" Julianne's voice reached them from across the stage, and a rumble of laughter shook through the room.

"Heh, now I said there was a game." Two plastic rings emerged from somewhere behind him, and he passed one to each of the girls. "Ever play ring toss? Well around here we like to up the ante a little. Each of you stand on your marks- those tiny little dots right there on the floor. Nina, you stand in front of Leo, Maya, you take Hamill. When I say go, you both run to your man, take his underwear off, then run back to your mark. From here, you toss your ring at his dick until it lands on it. If you miss five throws in a row, it counts as your opponent getting one. Any illegal contact or other rule breaking will also result in your opponent getting a free score. Follow me so far?"

Nina gulped, nodding her head as she wondered what she was getting into now. Maya, on the other hand, was focused on the announcer's every word, a competitive gleam in her eyes.

"Now, when you score, your man will start a 15 second timer. You have until that timer runs out to do whatever you like to him, with the goal of making him cum first. Now, seeing as you are both wearing red bracelets, keep in mind that no penetration is allowed. As long as nothing of theirs goes anywhere inside your body, you're good. When the timer runs out, you grab your ring and go back to tossing it- if you do your job properly, it should get easier with every successful throw. Any questions, girls?" He turned to both of them in turn. Nina shook her head; the rules were simple enough, the game was confusing for entirely different reasons.

Maya, though, did have a few questions- whether licking was okay (yes), whether she could put just the tip in her mouth (no), and whether they could try to sabotage each other (not sure how, but sure). She was clearly getting into this. Nina didn't see herself as a competitive person, but up there on that stage, spotlights beaming down on her and with such a committed opponent, she felt like she needed to put on a good show.

"Alright then, ladies. On your marks." Nina clutched her green plastic ring tightly. "Get set." She adjusted her footing, slipping off her shoes. "Go!"

The two girls were off. Maya's shoes were also off, and the tight skirt of her dress was hiked up around her waist. This revealed her strappy black thong, as well as the rippling cheeks that it did nothing to hide, but on the flip side, gave her greater mobility. Nina briefly considered doing the same, but remembered that she wasn't wearing panties, putting an end to that idea.

Still, she made it to Leo about the same time as Maya reached Hamill, so maybe she still had a shot at this. Both girls quickly dropped into squats, hooking their fingers into waistbands and yanking them down unceremoniously. Leo's cock popped up before Nina's eyes, carrying with it a potent combination of natural musk and faint cologne. Hearing Maya's footsteps padding their way back along the stage, Nina pulled her focus away and sprinted back.

Both girls missed their first few throws, until, to her surprise, Nina managed to get her ring on target in her fourth attempt. Already winded from all of the running back and forth to retrieve her ring, she felt relief flood through her watching it finally resting directly on Leo's flaccid package. She wasted a second or two before she remembered what she was supposed to be doing, setting off at a run down the stage. She slid to a stop, hands already reaching for her objective.

Using her spit as lube, Nina stroked Leo's shaft with one hand, her other one reaching to grab his head. Kneeling down for a better angle, she got to work, giving long, firm strokes with one hand, and swirling around the head with the other. He was getting hard, every jump and twitch filling the organ with more blood.

A few people cheered as Maya scored. Nina watched as she began her work, the last few of her seconds ticking away. Maya wasted no time whatsoever, immediately taking his dick and pumping it lightly, licking sensually at its head.

At a signal from Leo, Nina grabbed her ring and ran back to her mark, muscles sore after a moment's rest.

She missed the next five throws, leaving Maya, who had just returned from her first 15, to turn around and run all the way back, eagerly setting her tongue to work.

Two more throws and Nina scored again. She couldn't help but let out a little celebration at her success, quickly running the few metres upstage.

She ran a hand down Leo's abs this time as her dominant hand closed around his cock. Her time was just running out when a signal from Hamill indicated that Maya had missed five. With redoubled effort, Nina jacked her man off, feeling him throb under her fingers. Hamill, on the other hand, had yet to get hard, much to Maya's frustration.

Nina succeeded in her next three throws, each time bringing Leo closer and closer to orgasm. Maya, while her aim was getting better, was still having bad luck in the dick department, as no matter how wild her tongue went, her man had yet to achieve more than a semi. On her fifth attempt with no erection, she waved the announcer over. Nina was too focused on her task to hear what she was saying, but she did notice the announcer passing her a thin purple strip of paper. The moment it was around her wrist, she swallowed Hamill's cock right to the base.

That bitch! She switched to a purple bracelet just to win a game? Nina's time ran out, and she jogged her way back to her starting position. As she turned around, she noticed that Maya's blowjob was having results, slightly curved yet no less impressive ones, to be specific. Nina would need to come up with something if she wanted to put up a good fight. She definitely wasn't going to trade bracelets, but there must be something else... She considered her options as she threw her ring, easily landing it on Leo's bobbing pole.

Her idea came to her mid-run, giving her nowhere near enough time to think it through properly. In her mind, she had already taken her top off today, so it would hardly matter if she took it off again, right? It was not as though anything was different between the last time and this one, right? Yanking her dress down as she practically slid to a kneeling stop, Nina wrapped her tits around her game piece, adding more spit to keep things slippery. For the next fifteen seconds, she delivered the best tittyfuck she had ever given (also the second one she had ever given, but still). By the end Leo was breathing heavily, his cock an angry looking red as it twitched with imminent release. Hamill's stamina was impressive, much to Maya's frustration. His hard cock glistened in the dim lighting, but he didn't seem to be especially near his limit.

One more successful ring toss sent Nina speedwalking back, her limbs crying out for rest. Resuming her strategy, she sandwiched him with her bosom, squeezing and stroking. About ten seconds in, she felt it coming. A wave of hardness unlike anything before it passed up Leo's cock, pressing out against Nina's cleavage. As it reached the tip, a tremor ran through the stripper, and a hot gush of cum blasted across Nina's chin, dripping down onto her bouncing boobs.

Nina laughed as the second and third shots coated her, her hot, sticky victory feeling incredible.

"Ladies and gentlemen! We have a winner! Miss bachelorette herself! Congratulations, Nina!" The room erupted into cheers. Nina sat there, face and naked tits covered in cum on a stage in front of dozens of people, a huge smile on her face.

"Now, let's give Maya a bonus challenge. Forget the rings, and go back to your mark. When you hear my whistle, the thirty second timer starts. If Hamill cums before it ends, then your whole party gets prizes. If not, just Nina does. Alright, in position now." As Maya walked over, she caught Nina's eye. She made a few meaningful gestures, such that Nina was pretty sure she understood what was going on. They had both heard the same loophole, of that she was confident.

"Three, two, one, start!"

Maya tore away from her mark like an Olympic sprinter. Nina, meanwhile, got to her feet and ran over as well.

"What's the plan?" She said quickly, automatically reaching for Hamill's cock.

"You lick his balls, I'll take the cock" Nina was deep enough in the game that orders like those just sounded practical, not like wild and scandalous things. She knelt down, positioning herself below for the best access. She ran her tongue over his hairless sack, hefting each of his heavy globes. The sound of sucking told her that Maya was busy, so she redoubled her efforts, fondling and caressing his testicles as much as possible with her tongue.

"Ten." The announcer said. Nina reached up to grab the part of Hamill's organ that wasn't currently engulfed by Maya's lips, jerking it off while not forgetting her ballwork. For a few seconds, the only sound in the room was that of frantic cocksucking and ball licking.

"Five." Maya pushed Nina's hand away, taking the whole cock down her throat.

"Four." She held it there for a moment, gagging slightly.

"Three." She lifted her head off, sucking her on the head while Nina moved up to run her tongue along his shaft, savouring the feeling of his heat and his manly taste.

"Two." She ran her tongue right down to the base, pressing on his root with the flat of her tongue.

"One." She felt something building. She followed the stiffening wave upwards until her tongue flicked over the head of his cock, Maya's own tongue working the opposite side.

Just as the announcer was preparing to count the last number, a spurt of jizz filled Nina's mouth, spilling out the corner a little. Another spurt soon joined it, plastering her tongue. Maya took the last few, sucking his pulsing member into her mouth, a look of bliss on her face.

Nina enjoyed the feeling of his burning hot cum rolling around in her mouth, the intoxicating flutters in her stomach as she felt it sliding down her throat.

"Holy fuck! Down to the wire! What do you think, folks, did they make it in time?" The announcer held his mic out towards the crowd, but there was really no need.

They were given towels to clean up with, then given instructions on how to claim their prizes after the show. The two then made their way back to the VIP table where their friends greeted them with smiles and congratulations.

Nina didn't even remember to put her top back up until Naomi sheepishly pointed out that her breasts were still on full display.

"You don't have to, nobody would mind." Said Julianne teasingly as Nina fixed her dress.

"Let's give Nina and Maya, and Hamill and Leo, another big round of applause everybody! Now, our next dancer may need no introduction to some of you. His skill on the dancefloor is only matched by his skill in the bedroom. Wives tell stories about his legendary prowess to scare their husbands into submission. Without further ado, please welcome Wayne 'The Cock' Johnson!"

The show passed in something of a haze for Nina. Her head was swimming with more emotions than she could identify. There was arousal for sure, as well as fear, excitement, guilt, and gratification, but the rest of her potent cocktail of emotions was utterly indecipherable. She watched as one man after another danced on stage, each inevitably baring it all for her viewing pleasure.

The rest of the girls seemed to be enjoying themselves too, all except for Alaina, who must have had a few too many lemon drops as the rest of the girls were busy playing with dicks. She was having difficulty sitting upright, a look of confusion plastered on her face.

"I think I might be girls, drunk." She tried, her voice barely above a mumble.

Julianne came back in the front door, shivering slightly.

"I've called Marco, he's on his way. She can sleep this off in our guest room. I'll see the rest of you sluts in a bit!" She said, having Maya help her to get Alaina to her feet and out the door.

It was only Nina and Naomi left, for the moment.

"That guy has really nice legs." Naomi said, looking at the stripper currently doing the splits before them. Moments later, her eyes went wide and she clapped her hand over her mouth, turning to Nina. They held each other's gaze for a moment, then both burst out laughing.

"Fuck! I think this night is getting to me." Naomi said, her palm pressed into her forehead.

"Tell me about it. Real talk though- Anders? He was pretty hot, right?" Nina giggled, feeling like a giddy schoolgirl as she often did when she and Naomi were alone together. It always brought back the vibes of the days they'd spent together in their last year of high school, when they had really bonded over their shared love of photography.

"I mean, yeah. And his... his penis was so thick!" She whispered that last part, as if worried that somebody would find out that she had seen a stripper naked.

The girls chatted on as they watched Dominic Diamond finish his set, ending on an impressive one-handed handstand. As he took a bow, collecting his discarded outfit, the announcer walked onto the stage, microphone in hand.

"Alright folks, we're at the end of our show, but it's not over yet! We have one last audience participation section. I'm going to need two volunteers from the audience for this one. How about... you over there." He said, pointing at a Hispanic looking man in a snazzy green outfit. "What's your name, sir?" He said, holding out the microphone.

"I'm Jessie." He said simply, recoiling from the bright lights aimed at him from above.

"Alright Jessie, you take your place on that dot over there. Now, I need one more. How about the hot lady in the red dress over there. Come on down." There were a few moments of silence as the woman in question made her way over from across the room.

"What do you think they're going to have to do?" Asked Naomi. Nina spotted that both volunteers wore red bracelets, so they wouldn't be fucking, at any rate. Or did that only apply to the club staff?

"I honestly have no clue. Should be interesting though." The volunteer made her way to the stage, introduced herself as Amira, and was directed to her mark.

"Now we'll need two more participants, and I'd like to welcome back Nina and Maya, as a sort of extra reward for their success earlier." The spotlights centred on the VIP booth, highlighting Nina, bachelorette sash still draped around her, but not Maya, who had yet to return from her mission.

"Maya's stepped out for a bit!" Nina felt compelled to shout, seeing the announcer stumble slightly at the unexpected development.

"So Maya's not here then? Shame, she seems like she would have liked this. Well how about the other beautiful babe next to you? Does she want to participate?"

Nina looked at Naomi, who, once again, had a bit of a deer in the headlights look in her eyes.

"Naomi? Do you want to go down or no?" She said quietly to her friend. "If you're not comfortable with this we can both sit it out, let them find two other people." Her friend's eyes focused, falling on Nina.

"Ummm... I think... I think I can do this. As long as it's not something too crazy."

"You sure? I don't mind saying no."

"Yeah. Let's go." She said, pushing back her chair and standing up, before continuing in a small voice "Besides, it looked like you and Maya were having fun earlier."

Smoothing her dress, Nina followed Naomi down to the stage, where the announcer gave each of them a small handshake. Introductions out of the way, he handed a closed container, a bit bigger than a shoebox, to each of the girls.

"Alright, ladies, if you'll go ahead and open those boxes and remove what you find inside, I'll explain this game."

Nina lifted the cover off, finding a series of tough but soft looking bands of fabric, a few buckles and metal rings, and something else, bright blue, buried underneath it all.

"What you have there are two strap-on dildos. Don't worry! I'm not going to make you use them on anybody, but I will need you to strap those on. They can go right over your underwear."

Underwear. Right. Nina gathered up the straps in her hands, gauging how much coverage they might provide. The large blue phallus seemed to attach directly at the top of the vagina, providing a little bit of privacy, but the entire rest of the gusset region was left entirely open.

"Fuck it." She said out loud, invoking what had become her motto for the evening. She slipped the main harness up around her legs, taking some time to check all of the buckles were attached and tightened. She had already tittyfucked one man to completion and licked another's balls on this stage, what was a little bit more exhibitionism at this point other than another mark on her bingo card? After a few moments of confusion figuring out how to affix the dildo, Nina admired her new equipment. Extending from directly over her clitoris was a nine inch sky-blue rubber cock, it bobbed around as she moved, almost resembling the real thing, albeit in an unnatural colour.

Nina was hyper aware of the feeling of her dress pulled up around her midsection, her bare ass and pussy easily seen by anyone who cared to look. A numbing tingle danced around in her belly, and she could feel her lower lips aching to be touched.

"Alright, now if our smoking hot Bachelorette and her sexy friend can lie down on those benches there, I'll get to the rules. Now, Jessie and Amira, you each get ten rings matching the colour of your partner's dildo- blue for Nina and Red for Naomi. Your goal is simple- get all ten rings in around your partner's dick first. Each time you get a ring, though, your partner will get a little surprise, one that just might make it... harder for her to sit still. To add to that, with each successful throw, you need to move back one big step. Okay, let's do it- three, two, one, go!"

Nina lay with her hands protecting her face from incoming rings, leaving just enough space between her fingers to keep an eye on Amira's throws. The first four missed, but on the fifth one, the ring caught, circling its way down her silicone shaft. Jessie landed one on Naomi at almost exactly the same time, such that the girls experienced their 'surprises' as one. A sudden buzzing began from the base of the dildo, sending tremors up its length and down into Nina's clitoris, which it was tightly fastened against. Her body contorted in a sudden wave of short-circuiting bliss. The buzzing persisted as Amira kept throwing, missing the rest of her attempts. Her rings were gathered and returned to her, and she began tossing them again.

Jessie had already managed to score four times, and Nina could hear the buzzing from Naomi's crotch from across the stage. The cute Asian girl was glued to the bench, her body tense and sweating. Her hips rocked a little on their own, but it seemed like she was trying to resist that urge. As Nina thought about this, Amira scored another point, and her vibration ramped up, a shower of sparks cascading through her head.

Nina lost track of time, the constant vibration sending her on a journey of sexual pleasure with an unknown destination. Her only means of guessing at how long she was up there proved to be the increasingly infrequent instances where Amira would score a point, which would usually happen right around when Nina was just getting used to the current level of vibration.

Nina was cumming hard, eyes rolled back into her head, when she heard the room explode into cheers. Forcing her eyes back down, she looked around, noticing first the huge rod sticking out from her waist. How do people deal with having one of these things all the time? She thought, turning her eyes over to Naomi. Naomi's back was arched, her phony phallus pointed high into the air as her toes curled and she choked out a few desperate gasps. Ten rings sat proudly around her wildly buzzing member. All at once, Nina's vibrator stopped, and she slumped back onto her bench, a small, contented smile growing on her face.

"We have a winner! Looks like Naomi and Jessie swept victory away from Amira and Nina. Let's have a hand for all of our contestants. And with that, our show comes to an end. But don't worry, our performers will be hanging around for the after party, so if you didn't get a good look at them before, you might still get your chance. On behalf of the Starlight Lounge I'd like to thank you all for coming out tonight and making this show as great as it was. We hope to see you again soon. Good night folks!"

Nina, finally feeling some semblance of strength returning to her body, pushed herself up, finding that Naomi had already gotten up and walked over to her.

"Congrats on your win." Nina said, rubbing her stiff arms.

"Thanks." Said Naomi, eyes not quite meeting Nina's. She held her hand out, offering Nina a small grey remote.

"Jens said we get to keep the dildos as our grand prizes." Nina took the remote, pressing a random button out of curiosity, forgetting that she was still wearing the device. She jumped as it began a rumbling vibration pattern, quickly shutting it off before she got too carried away.

They were walking off of the stage, strap-ons stored away in their boxes and empty bottles of water in their hands when Julianne and Maya returned. Nina noticed the new purple bracelet around Julianne's wrist immediately.

The girls quickly filled each other in on what they had missed. As it turned out, Alaina had requested that Maya join Julianne on their ride to the McCullough residence by hugging her and not letting go. Eventually, they got her settled in the guest bed, leaving Marco to keep an ear out for her.

"But the night's not over yet, girls!" Julianne excitedly said, her energy flowing up as if from some endless underground reservoir. "You haven't truly experienced the Starlight Lounge until you've seen their after parties."

Act 2: Moonlight

Nina was having a great time, dancing freely with her friends gathered around her. Julianne was twerking her ass up against her, meanwhile Maya and Naomi stood to the side, dancing and cheering their friends on.

So far, the afterparty had basically been a typical club-type experience, with one notable difference being the dozen or so naked strippers wandering around, dancing and interacting with people. It wasn't just them, either. The venue had evidently transitioned to a general 'clothing optional' policy, which many people were taking advantage of through various states of undress. That was why, when Nina playfully spanked Julianne's twerking ass, her hand met only pure, rippling assflesh, not a stitch of clothing remained on her to get in the way. Maya, too, had pulled down her top, letting her perky breasts breathe.

Nina signalled a break, and the group found a vacant set of benches to sit on.

"How's your bachelorette party going, babe? Wild enough for you yet?" Julianne asked Nina, distracting her from the sight of the shorter woman's heaving tits.

"I don't know." Nina responded, taking on an exaggerated sarcastic tone. "Kinda tame, actually. When does the fun part start?"

"Any time, now actually. Sooner if you two take those dresses off."

"Yeah, I thought you'd ask. Why the hell not." Nina said, already slipping her dress and sash off, leaving only her thigh-highs. Maya followed, as did Naomi, though, as before, she kept her underwear on where the others didn't.

"Fuck yeah! Let's get crazy, bitches!" As she said this, a stripper, who, if Nina remembered correctly, was named Ramón Rockhard, danced nearby. Grabbing his ass, Julianne pulled him towards herself, sucking his cock into her mouth. It all happened so quickly that Nina's brain lagged behind a bit in telling her what was going on. Maya could be seen further along the bench getting eaten out by a rugged looking stranger, and more than a few people gathered around were touching themselves or those near them, eyes glued to the live porno unfolding before them. Naomi was nowhere to be seen; two people sat down to Nina's right where shehadbeen moments before. Their hands were all over each other's naked bodies, faces mashed together passionately.

The so-called 'Silent Studs' pushed their way through the spectators, joining the dozen or so people in the centre. Their eyes locked on Nina, and they made a beeline for her. One of them, Hamill, she thought, moved to present his cock to her mouth from the side, whereas the other, Leo, moved between her legs, teasing his organ along her drenched slit, but never going inside. Nina was glad that she still had the red bracelet to protect her, because she knew her willpower would not be able to hold out long. She had done a lot of crazy, unexpected things tonight, but she didn't intend to cheat on Katelyn, and as long as nobody was allowed to penetrate her, she thought she could get away on a technicality.

Still though, feeling the smooth head of Leo's rod massaging the entrance to her most sensitive place awoke some primal urges in her. Her tongue, meanwhile, danced along Hamill's dick, taking in his intoxicating masculine aroma. More than once she lost herself in the throes of the moment, and tried to take the dick into her mouth, or even to engulf Leo with her pussy, but each time the strippers dutifully pulled away, keeping their members just barely out of reach for insertion, leaving Nina only to tease and be teased.

A stranger had joined Julianne's cocksucking, welcomed eagerly, if the hands on each other's tits was anything to go by. Meanwhile, on her other side, the man had pinned the woman in a mating press, asses close enough for Nina to touch as he made out with her, his long, hard cock resting just against her vulnerable pussy.

Meanwhile, Nina's frustration was mounting. Her hole was being relentlessly teased, and Hamill's cock had been painting her tongue with his delicious pre-cum.

"You want to fuck them?" Julianne yelled over the music and around a cock.

Nina shook her head.

"I can't, that woulddefinitelybe cheating. Up until now it's all been just raunchy fun, but I can't actually have sex with one of these... sexy hunks..."

"You're dodging the question, babe. I didn't ask if youcouldfuck their hard, throbbing cocks, I asked if youwantedto fuck their hard,throbbingcocks."

Bolts of liquid lightning zipping from her pussy out to the rest of her body, Nina's response was automatic.

"I want to fuck them sooooo fucking badly. I am drenched right now, I need to be stuffed with a big, fat cock before I go crazy... but I can't cheat on Katelyn."

Julianne's lips curled into a smile as she passed the stripper's cock to the other girl.

"Well then I have just the thing for you. Ahem! Rule 8: 'It's only cheating if it goes in your pussy.'"

It was as though a whole world of possibility had opened up to Nina with those simple words. She lay back for a moment, just revelling in the sights and sensations around her. Could it really be so simple? She shook herself, trying to clear her thoughts and assess the situation.

The pounding rhythms of overly loud dance music slammed through Nina, vibrating her ribs in time with the thrumming beat. She looked to her left and was greeted by the sight of her oldest friend and another girl giving a sloppy blowjob to a very lucky man. To her right, she saw a couple just straight up fucking, the heat from their mingling bodies crossing the small distance to Nina, giving her goosebumps. In front of her eyes, she could see only cock.

How the hell did I get here? She thought to herself, casting her mind back to the morning.

Or, at least, she tried to. So distracted was she by her mounting lust, though, that there was little else she could think about successfully. Only one thought remained in her mind. Looking about the room frantically, she spotted Jens the announcer not far away, his cock buried in some woman's throat. Nina got his attention, then, speaking through her moans, just barely managed to get a short sentence across.

"I'd like a purple bracelet please!" This she added to by ripping the red band right off of her wrist. She deftly attached the new bracelet offered to her, then grabbed hold of Leo's cock, aiming it lower, feeling its rounded head press up against the ring of her back door. With both the rod and her eager asshole both slick with her own arousal, it wasn't long before Nina felt herself stretching over his tip, her tight hole devouring its prey. Her eyes rolled back into her head as he bottomed out, his entire length pressing against her walls. Remembering that she had another job to do, Nina felt around for Hamill, taking him immediately into her mouth, swirling her tongue in a corkscrew motion.

Leo pumped slowly and steadily into her, pulling out until she was nearly empty before burying himself deep within her. No stranger to anal sex (though usually with toys, not cocks), Nina was shaking with every thrust, Leo's thick, veiny tool exploring every inch of her insides, leaving her asshole positively buzzing with a potent combination of slight pain and extreme pleasure. She moaned loudly around Hamill's thrusting dick. At some point, a third cock had joined them, hovering over her other shoulder. This she grabbed without hesitation, feeling it begging her to jerk it off.

How the Studs managed to fuck in complete silence baffled Nina, her own throat beginning to feel worn out- both from her passionate, throaty moans, and from the cock pistoning into and out of it. They had a certain uncanniness to them, but instead of being creepy it only made them more mysterious and intriguing.

Forcing herself to look around, Nina saw that the whole club had kicked off into a full blown orgy. Barely anybody had any clothes on, and the number of empty holes was small. Couplings of all different kinds of people were occurring all around her. On the stage, nearby, three girls and a man were engaged in an unbroken loop of oral sex. Past them, she could see a man on his knees, a cute black girl's impressive cock splitting his lips open. To their left a group of around five men seemed to be getting pleasured by somebody on the ground between them, though Nina couldn't make out anything about them.

All around the room it was the same thing- everybody lost in the passion of the moment. Sweaty bodies filled her vision, seeping into her mind until she felt connected with the whole room. Something was missing, though. As she began to consider what, she felt telltale tightening in Hamill's erection, and was soon rewarded with a mouthful of cream. Wondering if it was company policy for all strippers at the Starlight Lounge to chug a litre of pineapple juice the morning before a show, Nina greedily gulped as Hamill's spasming rod fed her more and more of his delectable cum. As he retreated, going off to bury his tongue between Maya's legs, she turned her lips to the other man, kissing and slurping up and down his dick. About a minute later, he erupted on her tits, spraying her melons with a thin, reflective sheen. At nearly the same time, she felt Leo swell within her, stretching her to her limit for one glorious second before a sudden bloom of heat spread through her insides. Each twitch, each thrust, each wad of cum made a heat burn deep in Nina's chest. As he bottomed out with one final push, she felt the heat grow and expand, first taking over her brain, then spreading to her lungs and arms and toes. She was paralyzed, her muscles tight with the overwhelming situation.

When Leo finished redecorating her ass, he lowered her gently to the bench and walked off, vanishing into the crowd as though he was never there.

After lying back and breathing heavily for several minutes, Nina pulled herself up, taking stock of the orgy situation.

Beside her, Julianne was fingerbanging a stranger while getting piped by her stripper from before. Seeing Nina stirring, she motioned for her to come closer.

"Fuck! Babe, this is great! How were those cocks?" She didn't pause, and neither did Dominic, so for the second time today Nina carried on a conversation with her oldest friend mid-coitus.

"They were just what I needed!" Nina answered honestly.

"Well there's more of that to come. I've been Ahn! Fuck fuck fuuuuck! Sorry. I... I've been keeping... track. Holy fuck keep fucking me like that!" She started shivering, a glazed look in her eyes.

When she came down from her orgasm, she threw her hands up and cheered, and several people returned the sentiment.

"Shit that was awesome. Anyway, I've been keeping track, and you still have seven strippers left to touch for Rule 5. I'd like to make a change to the rule, too. The revised Rule 5 is ''You can't end the night until you've made every stripper cum at least once.' Now go out and get them!"

"One of these days..." Nina began, pretending to threaten Julianne.

"You'll go down on me? Aww, thank you! Can that day be today?" She blew a kiss towards her friend.

"Well apparently I need to go hunt down some strippers, so you'll just have to wait."

"Don't worry, baby. I'm a patient girl."

Nina swallowed hard. Had Julianne always been this sexy? Yes. She quickly decided the answer was yes.

Giving her friend a quick hug, she started walking idly around the room. She would look for the strippers, but first she wanted to check on her friends. She found Maya quickly enough, her smooth skin covered in some kind of glistening oil as she fucked the well-endowed black girl that Nina had noticed earlier.

"Hey Maya! How are you doing?" She called out to her, approaching the pair.

"Oh! Hey Nina! I'm good. This dick is incredible! I thought M... uh, Adam was big, but she gives him a run for his money!"

Nina felt a little squirming feeling of anxiety upon hearing Maya mention her husband. Katelyn... fuck. Had she gone too far?

"So... you're married, right? Is Adam... okay with... does he know that you fuck other people?"

Maya let out a laugh, and took a good little while struggling to get it under control.

"Sorry, sorry. I don't mean to laugh, it's just that... well, see that guy over there? Dirty blonde hair, stubble, really fucking cute." Nina followed her finger, seeing a man with very delicate, attractive features standing some distance away. His hand was busy jerking himself off, and he smiled and waved with the other as the two girls looked over.

"That's him." Nina returned the wave. Yep- Maya was definitely one of Julianne's friends. But wait...shewas one of Julianne's friends too. What did that say about her? Could it be possible to have sex without... Nina was lost in thought, pondering technicalities and definitions.

"So have you seen Naomi around? I saw her go towards the back earlier, but haven't seen her since."

"The back?" Nina said, turning her eyes in that direction. The only things back there were two bathrooms and the private rooms. "I'll go see if I can find her, thanks." She walked, somewhat unsteadily, through the wall of fucking. Along the way, multiple people grabbed her ass, tits, or thighs, and she took the opportunity to do the same to a few people. She spotted one of the strippers nearby (Alexei something or other) getting his face ridden by a curvy Hispanic girl. Seeing his hard cock standing alone and untended to, and thinking of Rule 5, she leaned in to talk to him. An idea had crossed her mind, and maybe he could help.

"Hey, do you think you could do me a favour?" She asked, holding his cock by the base and squeezing it. "It's my bachelorette party, and my maid of honour has challenged me to get all of the strippers to cum. Can you find them all when you're done with her and let them know to meet me in the VIP in, say, forty-five minutes?" He never stopped his tongue-work, but his eyes communicated his agreement well enough. She thanked him, then continued on her way to the private rooms, where she intended to search first.

She heard a small sound coming from booth 1, marked with a large circle stencilled around the blocky number. Like somebody whimpering- she couldn't quite tell yet, but it did kind of sound like Naomi. Was she crying in there? Intending to comfort her friend, Nina pushed the door open, finding it unlocked. Inside, she found Naomi sprawled out on the floor, still in her underwear. She had reattached the harness she had gotten earlier, and fixed the dildo into place. The vibration turned up, she mashed the butt end of the toy into her clitoris, over her practically translucent white panties. She whimpered and moaned, biting her fist to stop herself from crying out.

She groggily looked up as Nina entered, her eyes immediately going wide and her hand flying away from the dildo so fast that it was only a blur. She started looking frantically about, and Nina realized she was looking for the remote to her still-vibrating sex toy. She spotted it first, bending to pick it up. She looked at the remote for a moment, finally finding the off button.

"You know, it seems like you can just do that out there." She said, helping her friend into a seated position.

"Yeah, I... I suppose I could." She didn't look inclined to continue, but Nina gave her a moment anyway. "I just... I don't know how the rest of you do it. How you act so free. With Anders, I got caught up in the moment, and when I was up there on that stage, the only reason I wasn't terrified was because... because I was too busy cumming- if Jessie hadn't gotten a ringer almost immediately, I think I would have run away. It sank in a little while afterwards, and I haven't been able to show my face out there since."

Naomi, now on her feet, was engulfed by Nina's hug. Nina pulled away quickly, however, when Naomi's strap-on, shifted by the movement of their hug, almost slipped right into her, catching her by surprise.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to make you do anything you weren't okay with." Nina carefully went in for another hug, being sure to aim the dildo away.

"That's the thing though- Iamokay with it, or, at least, I want to be. I don't regret playing that game, it was incredible, I just don't know how to accept that I'm okay with it, you know? I need..." She went silent, a curious look on her face. "I have an idea... if it's you, I can... you can help me get used to this sort of thing."

"Okay, yeah. What can I do for you?"

"Ummm... well, just stay here for a moment. Just, uh, watch." Slowly, with hands trembling, she reached around her back, snapping open the hooks of her bra. She held the cups against her breasts- a respectable b or c cup maybe- then, closing her eyes tight, let it fall to the ground. Her boobs were some of the most immaculately shaped titties Nina had ever had the good fortune to see. They were perfect teardrops with just the barest hint of concavity to their upper slope. Her nipples were cherry red and looked like the perfect size- just enough to make a mouthful. They pressed together slightly in the middle, forming a faint but alluring hint of cleavage that Nina had never imagined Naomi would have.

But the petite woman wasn't done yet- working around the many thigh straps and buckles, she shimmied her panties off too, revealing a perfectly symmetrical pink pussy, its sides smooth and utterly hairless. As she shifted the harness, Nina caught a glimpse of the triangular tuft of black pubes adorning the crown of her slit. Her clothes, save for the sex toy, now removed, Naomi stood silent and still for a while before Nina moved back in for a hug.

"That was very brave of you." She said, recognizing how this was a step for her friend. That was when she noticed that something about the hug had changed. She was very conscious of the feeling of their breasts mashed together, of the feeling of skin on skin, and of the feeling of the strap on dildo just below her vagina, sawing back and forth just a tiny bit. Nina pulled back a little- keeping Naomi in her arms but leaning her head back so they could look each other in the eyes. They said nothing, just staring into each other's eyes for a long while, the tiny movements below never stopping.

Her gaze flicking down to Nina's mouth, Naomi leaned in, eyes closing and lips puckering. Nina met her kiss with her own, and the two found themselves making out passionately, naked bodies held tightly together.

It was Naomi who broke the kiss first, wordlessly guiding Nina back onto the couch. Understanding her intentions, Nina settled back into the cushions, raising her legs off of the ground as she did so. Naomi kneeled at the couch's edge, rubbing her strap-on against Nina's entrance. The bachelorette stopped her for a moment, pointing to the red paper bracelet around Naomi's wrist- possibly one of the last ones still being worn in the whole building.

"Club's rules..." Nina said, holding up her own bracelet, showing off the different colour. Naomi looked from her friend's face to the bracelet on her wrist. Quickly deciding, she grabbed the small excess piece of paper folded underneath the band and pulled sideways, easily tearing the flimsy thing away. With that, Nina guided Naomi's fake cock back to her entrance, feeling it pierce into her, separating her folds like the Red Sea and plunging deep into her. Remembering that she was still holding the remote, Nina pressed the power button, selecting the first vibration level.

Both women let out a moan as the device whirred to life, stimulating Naomi's clit and Nina's insides. After taking a moment to get used to the vibration, Naomi began thrusting in and out with a slow but steady pace.

Nina noticed that Naomi's eyes were focused directly on her, and she lacked the shy, somewhat distant look they usually held. Instead, the fires of a myriad of different intense emotions burned within them. For perhaps the first time ever, Nina saw Naomi looking confident, comfortable, and in charge- it was a good look on her.

Nina leaned forward, her lips finding the spot where Naomi's shoulders met her neck, kissing tenderly along her soft skin.

A long, breathy susurration hissed from Naomi's mouth, followed by a halting breath in, her chest slowly expanding as she filled her lungs. Nina laid a trail of kisses all the way up Naomi's neck, her loins exploding with pleasure from the other girl's vibrating plastic dong sliding along her trembling walls. Her kisses trailed over neck, jawline, and cheek, eventually finding lips and interlocking. Mouths pressed tightly together, Naomi started really rocking her hips, driving her 'cock' deep into Nina's pussy, its head slamming against her g-spot along the way.

Nina wouldn't last much longer, she could feel the delicate fingers of an intense orgasm brushing up against the edge of her mind. Her kiss intensified along with the mounting sensations until the dam broke, sending a flood of dopamine and endorphins and who-knows-what-else into her brain, a sizzling streak of electricity dancing along the filaments of her nervous system.

Nina had long since lost count of her orgasms, but that didn't mean that they had stopped being remarkable. She would surely be sore in the morning, but for now she was flying high, her endorphins smoothing over any rough edges.

When she returned to the mortal plane, she pulled Naomi into a tight, four-limbed embrace, causing the toy inside of her to bury itself all the way to the base. Their tongues went wild, wrestling with each other over dominance of their shared mouths.

Pulling her weight sideways, Nina rolled Naomi onto her back, putting herself on top. With some regret, she removed the dildo from within her, feeling a profound emptiness. Undoing a few buckles, she freed Naomi of her strap-on, diving immediately between her legs, her well-practiced tongue easily finding a hard little nub. Flattening her tongue against it, she moved the muscle in tight circles, varying the pressure on her clit for maximal results. Naomi must have been close already as within only a few minutes of Nina beginning her attack, Naomi was flowing like a waterfall, culminating in a shaking, squirting orgasm that left Nina drenched with confirmation of her oral skills.

Shimmying her way up, the two naked girls lay there cuddling for a while, enjoying their post-coital bliss and the feeling of naked skin on naked skin. Eventually, Naomi spoke, her voice cracked and dry.

"Thank you." Nina hugged her closer, feeling their nipples slide past each other, still erect as they were. "That... was really nice. And it meant a lot to me. I'm... happy that you would want to...bewith me." Nina let out a small scoff in response.

"You say that as if you were some bridge troll. You are super sexy, Naomi. If anything,I'mthe lucky one here." Naomi snuggled in closer, nuzzling her head into Nina's chest. They were silent for another long while, just enjoying each other's body heat. Eventually, Naomi spoke again, head still curled into Nina's chest.

"What about Katelyn though?"

"Yeah, I've been thinking about that for a while. I think I'm going to have to have atalkwith Katelyn, I'm just... not sure when to do it. How about Raph?" Naomi let out a cute little giggle.

"I'm actually pretty sure the only thing he'd be upset about is the fact that I was with a girlwithouthim here to watch. Oh... but I'm not sure what he'd think about Anders and Jessie. I might just... not tell him about them. Not yet anyway. I don't know..."

Nina separated herself from her lover, stretching her tired limbs.

"You do whatever you think is best, Naomi. I'm with you no matter what." The two shared a quiet, intimate smile.

"So, not to change the subject too abruptly," Naomi began, "but what do we do about those?"

Nina followed her outstretched finger. On the left wall, dividing this room from the next, two holes were now visible- had they been there before? It wasn't exactly the holes themselves that were noteworthy, though- glory holes at a sex club must be like flannel at a lumberjack contention- not required, but expected. No, it was the two large, erect penises, complete with two heavy sacks, that drew their eyes.

"What do you want to do about them?" Nina asked, eyeing the way the darker of the two cocks slumped downwards under its own weight. Naomi looked to her friend, then back at the wall dicks, her eyes still backlit by the gleam of confidence Nina had seen earlier. Without a word, she walked up to one, sank to her knees, and started sucking on his balls.

"Mmmf... I've always... mmmmmk... wanted to try that.Sluuurp... Raph wouldn't want me to though." Undeterred by this admission, she continued suckling on his grapes, rolling their bulk around in her mouth.

So that's how this was going, then? Thought Nina. Oh well, no rest for the wicked.

Nina made her way to the VIP section, licking the cum from her fingers. Naomi had stayed behind when two more dicks came through the holes to replace the two that had just ejaculated, but Nina remembered that she had prior arrangements. Up ahead, she could see some people gathered- both the strippers waiting within the VIP section, and a number of spectators watching from the sides, sure that a spectacle was about to unfold. A quick headcount told Nina that three strippers were still missing, though, as it happened, it was the three that she had already brought to orgasm. How convenient.

"I need to make all of you cum." She said bluntly. "You can't go in my pussy, though. I have a fiancée." explanation out of the way, she moved to the nearest stripper, whose name she couldn't remember, and slipped to her knees, taking his hard cock into her mouth. She bobbed up and down, feeling the effects of her hot, wet tongue on his glans.

She glanced around, seeing that nobody else was moving.

"Well? We don't have all night here." Her words spurred them into action. Two of them placed themselves to either side of her, her hands coming up to stroke them. Another grabbed her midsection, scooting her ass back until she was suspended by nothing but three cocks and two strong arms. She soon felt something hard pressing through her rosebud, causing an instant bloom of heat and pleasure. Completing the setup was Dominic, who slid himself underneath Nina until his shaft rested against her opening. From there, he began sliding the length of his member along her slit, splitting the lips apart and being sure his entire 7 inches got a chance to rub up against her clit.

She was locked in by an undulating wall of muscle and sweat and pureman- pinned in place by a cavalcade of cocks eagerly rutting themselves against her smooth, naked body.

With a slight grunt, the stripper in her mouth unloaded, his load unsurprisingly carrying a delicious pineapple flavour as it coated her mouth and throat. As soon as she was done sucking the last of the semen from him, another stripper immediately took his place, and she gladly began gulping down his much larger dick, ignoring the growing soreness in her jaw.

While there was one quick shot amongst their number, the rest of the strippers were much slower to give Nina what she wanted. That was why, when she heard Maya's voice some fifteen minutes later, she was still being vigorously fucked by the same group. It took her a few moments to find her way back to reality, fighting against the insistent pleasure suffusing every single part of her body.

"You having fun, Nina?" She asked, reaching out to run her hands along a stripper's abs.

"Y... yeah. I'm... fun." She managed between gasps.

"Glad to hear it. I'm starting to like you- you are definitely one of Julianne's friends through and through." Nina could only moan in response, though the implications were crystal clear to her. "Anyway, the club closed about half an hour ago. They're willing to let you finish up, but you're going to need to make room for... a few more..." Nina pulled her cum-drunk eyes away from the dick before her eyes, looking towards where she had heard Maya. It took a moment for her eyes to focus in the dim light, but when they did, she could see the small crowd gathered before her. Maya was there, along with Julianne, Anders, Leo and Hamill, the announcer Jens, the bouncer from the back, and a few people she didn't recognize. Even the bartender was there, holding his thick, meaty cock at the base with one hand, slapping it against his palm with a resounding thwack- like one might do with a baseball bat. Standing at the back of the group, she even spotted Naomi. Still nude, lines of cum streaking down her chest, she shifted back and forth, clearly still nervous, but determined and confident.

"The more, the merrier!" Nina practically cheered around a mouthful of man.

The others filtered in, soon filling the small space with the sounds of sex.

Nina was nearing what felt to be her biggest orgasm of the night. Even the buildup to it was more intense than most climaxes she had experienced. She greedily fucked the five men surrounding her, using their hard bodies as fuel for her lust. The three in front of her, enjoying her hands and mouth, came at almost the exact same time, coating her in ropes upon ropes of thick cream. This didn't break her pace, though, as she frantically speared herself on one cock, grinding her sex into another with all of her force. She was close, now- really fucking close. She could go over the crest of the wave at any moment, she needed only something to trigger her. Her mind shattered as she rode that edge for five, ten, maybe twenty minutes, most of her senses having shut off entirely, until her reality comprised solely of the sexual pleasure these two men were so adept at granting.

She almost heard a sound from somewhere, like a voice talking to her from across a vast, empty abyss. No words or meaning were communicated, just the awareness that someone had spoken. All around her, Nina could feel fireworks going off, their flashes of heat and sound crashing through her. She could feel herself screaming her lungs ragged, her mouth taking the forms of all kinds of obscene words. When she ran out of words, she resorted instead to long, drawn out moans, and by increasing her volume she increased her pleasure.

She felt a hand spank her ass roughly, the pain blossoming into a heat that seeped down to her pussy. She felt another spank, then another, and still another. Her cheeks were burning, but the spanking continued until, with a great thrust, the stripper in her ass emptied himself deep within her hole. Shortly after, she felt hot splashes around her stomach and pussy.

Feeling thoroughly used, but satisfied, Nina let herself slip into unconsciousness, the orgy carrying on around her.

She woke up, wearing nothing but her panties, in the back of a car driving along a highway. Maya was snuggled against her, her chest, with its perky tits, rising and falling slowly. Naomi sat past her, absorbed in her phone. She wore her bra and a blanket wrapped around her legs, but, as far as Nina could tell, nothing else. Julianne was in the front seat, unsurprisingly entirely nude, while Marco, the only fully dressed person around, was busy driving. Looking in the rearview, he caught Nina's eye.

"Hey, beautiful. Fun night?"

"I... yeah. It was fun. Uh, why are we all half-naked?" It was Naomi who answered.

"We looked around the club for our clothes, but we could only find some of them. They had to close up, so they told us to come back tomorrow to retrieve the rest."

"Way I heard it," Marco said, "you girls had a wild night. Julianne and I thought you could all stay over at our place for some rest and after-care, if you're okay with that."

"Yeah, that sounds really nice right now." Nina leaned her head against the windshield, watching as the headlights of passing cars streaked by. The road wasn't very busy, not surprising considering the time, which she verified by glancing at the dashboard clock- 3:40 AM.

Her thoughts were in turmoil. On the one hand, she was finding it very hard to actually feel regret for anything she did- tonight had been one of the most liberating and satisfying nights of her life, after all. She did, however, still feel somewhat guilty. She hadn't let anybody into her pussy (except Naomi, she realized with a small start), but she knew she had crossed just about every other line. By one possible, very limited definition, she hadn't actually cheated on Katelyn, but the couple had never actually had a specific conversation wherein they laid out their boundaries concerning infidelity, so Nina was left with uncertainty. She knew she'd have to talk to her fiancée, she just needed to figure out her Ws: What, When, Where, and Why.

But that was a problem for another day. Nina watched the road silently passing by outside, a small pool of light gliding endlessly through a sea of blackness. Somewhere in the distance, the tail lights of another car vanished and reappeared as they passed over a hill. The moon, waxing gibbous, shone brightly overhead, its light doing little to dispel the dark abyss outside. Inside the car it was warm, comfortable, and peaceful. Difficult thoughts were for tomorrow, tonight was a good night.

Act 3: Daylight

Nina shifted slightly, feeling herself press up against something warm and soft. A quick feel around identified the object as an ass- a plump, round ass. Groggily opening her eyes, she saw Julianne lying in bed next to her, the little spoon to her big. Both of them were nude, and the smell of fresh shampoo lingered in their hair. Had they showered? Nina struggled to think back to their barely conscious antics last night.

Behind her, she heard a slight groan as someone stretched out their legs. Looking back, she saw Naomi, just now noticing her friend's arm lying across her own midsection. Sandwiched, totally naked, between her two best friends, Nina felt at peace. She laid there for a while, maybe hours, enjoying the feeling of smooth skin against her, and the warm tones of the sun creeping its way up into the sky outside the window.

Eventually, though, it was time to get up. All three girls seemed to arrive at this conclusion of their own accord at the same time, and they slowly began pulling themselves out of bed.

Julianne got each of them a robe- thin satin numbers that barely reached past Nina's mid-thigh- and they made their way out of the room.

Alaina and Maya, dressed in baggy T-shirts, were sitting at the table, happily chatting as they ate breakfast. Marco was in the kitchen, tending to the stove. He wore a chef's hat and an apron with the words 'Kiss the Chef' embroidered into the front. Only, someone seemed to have come along afterwards, crossed out 'kiss', and replaced it with 'fuck'.

"Morning, ladies. Have a seat, breakfast is coming up."

Not long after, Nina was staring down a plate stacked high with pancakes, bacon, eggs, and a heap of fresh fruit. The girls chatted through breakfast, reminiscing about their night.

"You all did what?" Alaina cried out. "You sluts! How the fuck did I miss that? As the only single one here, I should have been there!" They all let out a laugh. Alaina made Naomi promise to not let her get that drunk when she married Raphael, which she agreed to, wiping tears of mirth from the corners of her eyes.

Nina was getting full, eyeing the half-empty plate before her, when the doorbell rang. Being the closest to the door, she got up to answer. Outside, dressed in a somewhat dishevelled dress that Nina recognized from yesterday afternoon, stood Katelyn, her long brown hair tied up in a messy ponytail. Their eyes met, and Nina could tell something was up.

"We should talk."

Nina's heart skipped a beat. Did she already know? How?

"O-okay. Come inside then." She stammered out, standing aside to let her fiancée in.

Inside, everybody greeted Katelyn, and she returned their greetings politely, if a bit awkwardly. All except for Julianne, who was silent, a sharp gleam in her eye.

"You can use my bedroom." She mouthed to Nina.

Excusing themselves, Nina led her partner to the room, lightly pushing the door closed.

"So..." Nina started. "What did you want to talk about?"

Katelyn just sat there for a moment, eyes on the floor. Eventually, though, she found her courage, and launched into a detailed story about her own party last night.

When she finished, Nina couldn't contain her laughter. Partly it was nervous laughter, but largely, it was cathartic, albeit in a really confusing way. Katelyn looked on with a puzzled expression on her face. She sat down on Julianne's bed, finally putting an end to her pacing.

"What is going on? I just told you that I... that I cheated on you during my bachelorette party... and your reaction is laughter? Am I missing something?"

Nina, finally getting herself under control, put her hand on Katelyn's thigh, squeezing affectionately.

"Sorry. It's just... well, do I have a story for you..."

Now it was Katelyn's turn to laugh.

"Well... fuck. That's a crazy coincidence."

She said as she calmed down. "Really puts things in perspective, doesn't it?" Nina was surprised, to be certain, but more than anything else Katelyn's admission had felt... vindicating.

"Yeah..." she answered, still sorting her thoughts out.

"So how many guys was it?" Katelyn asked almost playfully, looking as though a huge weight was off of her shoulders. Nina hesitated for a brief moment, but then, embracing her new motto ('fuck it'), she answered.

"I lost track. There were eleven strippers I think, plus a few other employees and guests. Are we... really okay with this though?" Nina wondered. The fact that they had both cheated (arguably) had defused the nervous tension between them. Somehow, two wrongs had actually made a right, or so it seemed.

"I... think so. We both had things to discover about ourselves. The fact that we both found out that we're sluts is... kind of poetic, actually. I'm... I'm okay with this, but we have to start doing it together, okay?"

Nina kissed her fiancée, finding yet another reason she wanted to marry her.

The kiss lingered and grew until they were making out, hands exploring each other's bodies. Nina's robe slipped off quickly, and Katelyn's dress was barely hanging off of her shoulders to begin with, so in short order the couple was naked, mouths pressing together with great enthusiasm. Nina's fingers found Katelyn's pussy first, while Katelyn's hands went to Nina's tits.

The kissing and fondling eventually progressed, their bodies heating up. Katelyn was lying back against the headboard while Nina, ass raised high into the air, was buried between her thighs, tongue and fingers exploring her wet folds. It wasn't long before she found the sweet spot, knowing all of Katelyn's weaknesses as she did, and brought her future wife to an orgasm that nearly tore the sheets from the bed.

It was almost precisely at that moment that the two heard the distinct sound of a fist rapping against a door, followed by the smooth creak of a door swinging open. Glancing back, her naked ass and pussy still proudly presented, Nina saw a stunned looking Julianne, her hand hovering as if to knock again. Had Nina not closed the door fully? She couldn't quite remember.

"Well now... that's a nice surprise. Here I thought you two were talking. I was just coming to ask if you'd like Marco to make you some breakfast too, Kate, but it seems like I've interrupted something interesting." Katelyn quickly grabbed a pillow, trying in vain to hide her nudity behind it. Nina, on the other hand, sat on the edge of the bed, body on full display. "So..." Julianne continued. "Shall I leave you two lovebirds to it?" Her eyes slowly dragged themselves up and down Nina's body, making her tingle even more than before.

"Ummmm... yeah. Give us a few minutes." Katelyn mumbled, her face averted.

"Sure thing, hot stuff. I'll tell Marco to make you some." She said, then turned to Nina. "As for you, I have some ideas about my last use of Rule 6, but we'll talk about that later. Have fun you two!" She pulled the door to, leaving the couple alone in silence.

Nina scooted over to Katelyn, taking the pillow from her and hugging her tightly.

"Sorry about that." Katelyn made a little sound of acknowledgement, then a perplexed look came over her.

"Rule 6? What's that about?"

"Oh, that? The girls made rules for me to follow as part of my bachelorette party- you know how Julianne is, always finding a way to turn everything into a game." She briefly ran over the rules as she remembered them, but wasn't sure if she had gotten them all.

"Shit! Julianne is crazy, isn't she? That last one especially is an... interesting perspective..."

"Yeah, it is. According to her definition, though, I didn't cheat once last night!" The two girls shared a laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

"But we're both women." Katelyn said, still giggling. "Why would it matter if..." Nina cut her off with another kiss, biting her lip softly.

"A question best left unanswered, I think. Who knows how Julianne's mind works."

"I guess so." There was a moment of silence, Nina's eyes drifted down to Katelyn's flushed chest, travelling over her perfect teardrop tits each crowned with a bubblegum-pink nipple. "So Naomi made a rule about you touching all the strippers?" Katelyn continued "Here I thought she would have been too shy even to go to the club."

They continued chatting for a while, reminiscing about their respective nights and all of the hijinks they entailed. Eventually, they got up to join the others- Nina putting her thin, silky robe back on, tossing another to Katelyn to replace her dishevelled dress. Just how many of these did Julianne keep around, anyway?

Downstairs, things were much as they had left them- Naomi and Alaina were busy chatting over their rapidly dwindling stacks of flapjacks and bacon, Marco was hard at work tossing a pan of hash browns. He smiled at the engaged couple as they entered, watching them from across the kitchen island he was stationed behind.

"How do you like your eggs, Kate?" He asked with a smile.

"Oh, uh, sunny side up please."

Nina looked around the room, doing a quick headcount.

"Where are Julianne and Maya?" She asked, unable to find them in the room. Everybody glanced over at Marco, who immediately took on a bit of a sheepish look.

"Yeah, uh... well... no other way to say this, but Maya made a bet with Julianne. I told them to wait until the guests were gone, at least, but you know how they are."

"A bet?" Nina countered, her suspicions already forming.

"Yeah, whichever of them gets me off first wins." Nina spotted the slight rustling of Marco's Apron, saw his pants draped over the edge of a nearby stool, and heard the faint wet sounds of cocksucking. With a small pop, Julianne appeared from below the counter.

"And you're joining us, babe- Rule 6 still applies until I say that your party is over. Besides, whoever wins gets to decide our next girls' night, and I know you've had a few ideas about that..." It was true, Nina had been angling to take the reins of their next big hangout. She was eager to try out a new massage parlour that had just popped up, but needed the excuse of a girls' night to justify a visit.

She looked at Katelyn, who met her eyes with a look of surprise. She was no stranger to Julianne's forward ways, naturally, but this was definitely beyond what she was used to. To her credit, though, Katelyn smiled, nodding after a moment of thought. Nina smiled back, then turned her eyes towards Marco, who flashed his own grin.

The action moved to the living room, where there was more space for both participants and spectators alike. Nina eyed Marco's naked ass as he walked, his muscles tensing and relaxing in rhythmic patterns with each step. His apron had fallen down over his front, hiding the secrets that lay there, but the huge tent in the fabric spoke for itself.

"Alright ladies," Marco said once they were all settled in, Julianne, Nina, and Maya on the floor before him. "Let's do this right." With that, he reached down and undid the sash on Nina's robe with one hand, lifting the hem of Maya's t-shirt over her head with the other. Julianne slipped out of her own robe, and the three girls were naked, Alaina, Katelyn, and Naomi watching from a nearby loveseat.

"Well, it's not fair if it's just the three of us naked, now is it?" Nina said, reaching for Marco's apron. She pulled the edge aside, savouring each inch of chocolate coloured thigh as it came into view. Her progress was halted by something impossibly large, reaching out from Marco's core like a sturdy tree growing on the side of a dark cliff. Nina reached her fingers under the apron, and closed them around something magnificent. Evidently still soft, Marco's cock was already huge, thick, and heavy, slumping forward under its own weight. As Nina squeezed and tugged on the girthy member, she could feel it jump and twitch as it filled with blood, getting longer and girthier with each spasm. She danced her fingertips along the underside, feeling it come alive at her touch, turning his already meaty cock into a pillar of iron.

Alright, time to make up for lost progress, she thought, flipping the hem of Marco's apron over her head. She immediately felt his large dick fall across her cheek, its intoxicating musk filling the small space and making her head swim. Reaching out her tongue, she ran it up along Marco's shaft, slobbering all over the huge veins pumping blood along its underside. As she got to the tip, she swirled her tongue around the head twice, then sucked it into her mouth. She bobbed quickly on his head, tongue lavishing his frenulum with attention.

"Fuck! That feels really good, girl." Marco said, his hand coming to rest on the back of her head through the apron. "It's gonna take a lot more than that, but damn you know how to use that mouth." With that he pushed Nina further down onto his rod, and she felt it hit the entrance of her throat. For a few minutes, he held her there and fucked her face. Nina revelled in the feeling of being utterly controlled- she was nothing but a hot, wet hole for Marco to slide his behemoth cock into, a toy for him to use for his own pleasure. It worked out nicely that his pleasure was bringing her a heady, intoxicating lust all her own, flooding her mind with red hot need and her loins with the wetness needed to fulfil that need.

Eventually, Marco extracted his girth from her mouth, presenting it to Maya, who gladly took her own turn worshipping it. Nina's fingers quickly found her pussy as she watched her new friend choke down the largest cock she had ever seen. Maya was clearly no pushover when it came to the subtle craft of cocksucking- the way she worked her tongue, throat, and hands all in coordination with each other was pure art, helped along by the curves of her sexy body, especially her bouncy ass, glistening with sweat and arousal in the morning light.

Nina flicked her middle finger around her clitoris, watching Maya work Marco's immaculate cock like it was her full-time job.

Eventually, Julianne took her turn, and it was as if her tongue had a detailed map of each of his cock- no vein, ridge, or sensitive spot could hide from her. Julianne was sure to bathe his entire member with her attention, from the base of his heavy, cum-filled balls, all the way up to his urethra, from which pooled great beads of pre-cum, sticky and delicious.

After a while, Marco's cock cycled around to Nina once again, only this time she had a problem. She was close to bringing herself to an orgasm, and yet to properly grapple with the kingly sceptre before her, she needed both hands. She glanced briefly back at the rest of the group, who watched the sex show eagerly, Alaina even touching herself openly, her wet, shaven pussy on full display. She locked eyes with Katelyn, who gave her a sultry smile, her cheeks burning with a fierce intensity. No words were needed, they understood the situation, and were eager to play their assigned roles. Katelyn got up and made her way over to her wife-to-be, shimmying herself between her fiancée's legs.

Nina stroked Marco's big black dick while she got into position, lowering herself over Katelyn's face until her mound was pressed firmly against the other woman's lips. She rocked back and forth a few times, feeling Katelyn's tongue flick out to explore her sex.

With her own pleasure sorted, Nina got back to work bobbing up and down, Marco matching her pace with opposing thrusts. She ground her pussy against Katelyn's face while she did her damnedest to swallow the largest piece of dark chocolate she had ever tasted. Despite the rhythmic thrusting of Marco's hips causing his flared purple glans to bury itself deep in her mouth, over half of the organ had yet to join it in there. How the fuck is he this big? She wondered, gagging slightly as she felt his cockhead twitch, pressed up against the back of her throat. A shiver passed up her spine every time she felt the reflex kick in, and every time a shiver reached her brain she could feel herself melt a little bit more, dissolving into pure bliss.

Below her, Katelyn dutifully lapped away, sucking hard on Nina's clit while slapping her tongue back and forth against it. She could feel the pressure of her orgasm building, like a garden hose blocked by a thumb. With every thrust, every grind, every lick, and every suck, it intensified, threatening to burst forth with the force of a waterfall.

Nina was nigh delirious now, all of her senses buzzing with static, pleasure overwriting even her sense of self. As the dam burst, ushering in a pulsating climax that stole her breath, she felt her throat relax, and Marco's godly rod slide in. She felt it stuffing her throat, advancing bit by bit as he slowly fed her more and more. She eagerly watched as he grabbed the back of her head, sliding even deeper into her thoroughly stretched throat. His stomach was close to her face now, his sparse tangle of pubic hair tickling her nose. With one final heave, he hilted himself inside her throat, pressing her face right against his chiselled abdomen. She felt his balls slap against her chin, and snaked her tongue out to lick them as best as she could.

Marco began rocking back and forth slightly, his member never leaving her throat. Each time he buried himself fully inside of her, she felt a small orgasm crackle through her nerve endings, and with each passing thrust they grew stronger, amplified by the lightheaded sensation caused by her lack of oxygen. Just as the edges of her vision began to blur, tears streaming from her eyes, Marco pulled all the way out, leaving Nina feeling incredibly empty. She barely had a chance to catch a full breath before the cock returned to its rightful place, and she resumed her duty as an eager cock sleeve.

Sensing her willingness, Marco grabbed two fistfuls of Nina's hair, using them to hold her still as he roughly fucked her throat. Between him and Katelyn, who wasn't letting her poor clit rest, Nina felt her thoughts being burned from her mind, purified by the cleansing flames of hedonistic lust. Her vision went white, her ears began ringing, and she felt an explosion of pure elemental pleasure erupt from the core of her being. She could feel her throat working, screaming around Marco's rock-solid fuckmeat with wild abandon, but no sound reached her ears.

When she came to, she was lying on the couch, body still thrumming from her otherworldly experience. She could see Naomi sitting next to her, hands buried beneath a blanket laid over her lap. To her left, she heard the unmistakable sounds of sex.

With some effort, Nina turned her head slightly, eyes barely open. She was greeted by a closeup view of Marco's impressive member pistoning into and out of a lucky pussy. She watched, transfixed, as he somehow buried his beast all the way to the base before pulling out, coated with a fresh layer of wetness. Reaching up, she grabbed Marco's balls, fondling them while he fucked somebody silly.

It occurred to Nina that she didn't actually know who was on the receiving end of his lethal weapon, so she turned her eyes upward. There, lost in mind-breaking passion was Maya, eyes rolled back and mouth hanging open. Nina was immediately jealous of her new friend, seeing the look of pure euphoria plastered across her face.

She spotted Julianne next, busy making out with her husband while he was balls deep in another girl. Alaina, now naked, sat on a chair behind them, a dildo buried in both her pussy and asshole as she watched with rapt attention. Only Katelyn seemed to be missing, which triggered a sudden concern in Nina, instantly clearing her foggy head and giving her the energy to sit up.

Had she gotten cold feet and run off? Had Nina done something wrong after all? Had she just ended their impending marriage?

Nina was distracted from her frantic thoughts by a sudden and surprisingly loud moan coming from Naomi. Her eyes snapped over, and from her new vantage point she saw something that she hadn't seen before. The blanket on Naomi's lap didn't just cover her waist and legs, but also the upper body and head of another person, whose face was unmistakably buried in the petite Asian girl's crotch. Where the blanket ended, the delicious curve of a milky white ass began.

Each cheek moved on its own, rippling back and forth as the upturned bottom swayed side to side. Between those perfect cheeks, a puffy pink pussy was proudly presented, pearls of wetness and perspiration clinging to it. Nina knew this delectable vagina, as well as the kissable, smackable, oh so jiggly ass all too well, since she was soon to spend her life with them.

Nina wasn't the only person looking though, which quickly became evident when she saw a dark flash descend towards the ass, followed by a resounding smack that filled the small room. Left behind was a bright red mark exactly the same size and shape as Marco's hand. Katelyn let out a small squeal at the contact, but quickly tilted her ass back up, wiggling it enticingly. She always did like being spanked. Marco let his hand fall on her cheek again, and Nina watched as the shockwaves made her fiancée's beautiful rump behave like a liquid for a moment before settling back down into pillowy cushions. Marco gave her several more slaps, aiming for the same spot with every strike. Five spanks in, her ass was practically glowing, and her pussy practically flowing.

Nina was spellbound, unable to look away and yet unable to move forward. Her heart pounded, her head felt full, and her vagina burned with a fiery insistence.

She watched as Marco pulled out of Maya, whose head was lolled back, a vacant look in her eyes and a smile carved across her face. He set her down gently on a nearby chair. As his organ fell out of her remodelled hole, its glistening length hard as cast iron and nearly as dark, it came to rest pointed directly at Nina. Without a second thought, she reached both of her hands out for it, massaging them along his length. She was rewarded for her efforts, as each stroke resulted in a tantalizing throb that made Nina dizzy with arousal. A steady stream of thick, shiny pre-cum poured from his head, which Nina made sure to lean forward and lick clean like the gourmet meal that it was. She lavished her tongue over the smooth bulb of his cockhead, her senses dominated by his masculine aura.

Before long, though, he pulled away from Nina, who was left dazed and confused by the sudden lack of dick in her hands and mouth. For nearly a minute, she sat there blankly, staring ahead at where Marco had been, unable to understand why he wasn't there any longer.

Eventually, she managed to get her bearings, and looked over to her right, where Marco was busy kneading Katelyn's ass, his black beast sliding along her slick folds.

This surprised Nina somewhat. She knew she had agreed to an open relationship, and she was the last person who had any right to be upset about something like this, but it still made her stomach drop slightly to watch that magnificent cock oh so close to making her fiancée's pussy its own. Part of it was that Nina had never expected Katelyn to have any interest in men- while Nina was definitely bi, maybe even pan, Katelyn had always maintained that she was a lesbian, and had no real attraction to the opposite sex. Maybe she was just lost in the moment, maybe she wanted to try something new.

Nina thought back to a story that Julianne had told her- about a threesome the couple had had with one of Marco's work friends- your typical hyper-hetero gym bro. To hear her tell it, he was so overcome by Marco's attractiveness that he couldn't help but suck his dick right alongside Julianne. Nina was skeptical that anybody, even a magnificent specimen like Marco, could fuck somebody gay, or, as in the current situation, straight, but maybe if Katelyn was slightly more on-the-fence than she had let on, the black stud's impressive physique was enough to tempt her?

Whatever the case, here she was, still giving Naomi the tongue-bath of her life while she swayed her derrière back and forth against Marco, sandwiching his cock between their tightly pressed bodies, her ample asscheeks engulfing him almost entirely.

A whirlwind of confusing emotions swirled through Nina, but she had no time to sort them out before Marco pulled back slightly, lined his rod up, and plunged into Katelyn's unprotected pussy in one go.

Nina watched as her whole body froze up, the movements from beneath the blanket ceasing entirely. Marco bottomed himself out, then waited there a moment, giving Katelyn a chance to adjust to his girth. The second he started slowly dragging himself out, she began convulsing, moaning into Naomi's lower lips. Was she cumming already? Marco pulled almost all the way out, then slid back in with ease, the wet slap of flesh on flesh echoing through the small space.

After a few more slow, teasing thrusts, Marco got serious, establishing a steady rhythm. He reached around her waist, and by the increase in the volume of her moans, Nina could tell that Marco was playing with her clit while he fucked her.

Naomi, meanwhile, was going crazy, twisting this way and that while Katelyn relentlessly pleasured her most sensitive place.

Seized by a sudden urge, Nina stood up, closing the small distance between herself and Marco. She pressed herself up against his back, the top of her head only just above his shoulders. She slowly reached around his waist, cupping his balls with one hand and admiring his washboard abs with the other. Up close, she could appreciate the scene with most of her senses; the alluring view of big black cock filling a tight white pussy, the feeling of Marco's sweat-slick skin, the increasingly loud sounds of Katelyn moaning, the smell of sex filling the room... all Nina was missing was a taste.

"You like watching me remodel your finacée's tight pussy?" Nina jumped a little, surprised at Marco's words. Until that moment, she had felt like a ghost just watching the scene unfold- she hadn't expected to be acknowledged by either of them.

"Uh, yeah." Was her simple reply, caught off guard as she was. Marco responded by pulling himself almost all the way out, then diving back in with a wet smack of Katelyn's thighs. He tilted his head down towards Nina, looking over his right shoulder. His left hand reached around behind Nina, grabbing a handful of ass and pulling her hard against his back. She could feel her nipples, hard as diamonds, press into his back, sending a hot flush through her body as she looked up to meet Marco's eyes. No sooner had their gazes joined than Marco closed what little distance still remained between them, pressing his pillowy lips against hers, locking them together at the mouth.

She was lost in the kiss, only able to focus on the elaborate ballet of tongues playing out on the stage of their lust. She was dimly aware of Marco's ass pressing into her as he speared Katelyn with machine precision, of Marco's hand still busily kneading her supple ass, his thick fingers massaging her rippling cheeks, but all of this data was promptly lost under the overpowering presence of his passionate kiss. It was downright electric- each time he pressed his lips against her, each time their tongues met, and each time she felt him grunt softly into her, her nerves lit up with a thousand little shocks, until she felt like an overcharged battery, ready to explode at the slightest provocation.

Unable to take any more, Nina breathlessly guided Marco over to the couch. Taking the cue, Katelyn shifted along with him, never letting his cock leave its sheath. On top now, in a sort of reverse cowgirl position, she began riding Marco wildly, slamming her ass down hard with every thrust.

Nina swung one leg over Marco, then lowered her buzzing pussy onto his face. He immediately shot his tongue out, lavishing her vulva with its sinuous caress.

Nina moaned loudly; Marco was tongue-fucking her with the skill of a professional, relentless and precise.

A sputtering, choked moan split the room, lasting a good fifteen seconds before dying down. Katelyn collapsed backwards, her head coming to rest on Nina's chest, a dazed look in her eyes. Marco was still pumping slowly into her, his glistening meat slowly pushing through her sodden folds, carefully spreading the tight walls of her pussy.

Eventually, after fairly clumsily kissing her finacée, Katelyn slid off of Marco, groaning as inch after inch of his beast slipped out of her well-used hole. Marco hadn't stopped eating Nina out, and now, seeing a vacant cock, Nina decided to return the favour, leaning forward along his body until she could gobble down his cock with the eagerness of a true slut. The change in angle also encouraged Marco to focus much more on her clitoris, to her great delight.

The first orgasm knocked the wind out of her, the second one made her head spin, and she promptly lost count after that, with one crescendo of pleasure bleeding into the next. She ground down hard against Marco's mouth, which he responded to by gripping her ass tightly and attacking her clit ferociously.

Looking around the room as she floated from orgasm to orgasm, she did a quick head count. Katelyn was passed out on the loveseat across the room, hand buried between her legs. Julianne and Alaina were busy fucking a double headed dildo on the floor just in front of the window. Maya was sitting in an armchair, talking to somebody on the phone while fingering herself openly. Naomi seemed to have vanished, though Nina had not heard the front door close, so she couldn't have gone far.

Soon, though, she could barely keep track of whereshewas, let alone everybody else in the room. Just as Marco brought her to another crashing climax, Nina felt something prod against her labia, just over her entrance. Something familiar, something... the thought was erased from her mind instantly as she was penetrated, filled to the brim with something thick and long. She felt the hot flesh of somebody's thighs press up against her ass before they pulled back, stimulating every nerve in her pussy as her insides were stretched and massaged by this invading member.

Katelyn, beside them, stirred for a moment, her eyes focussing on Nina.

"Rule ten:" she mumbled 'enjoy his cock'" so saying, she slumped back over, breathing softly.

"You heard the boss." Marco said, putting one hand on Nina's hip, and using the leverage to impale her all the way to the base. His dick must have found extra space inside of her, because there was no way a monster like that should be able to fit in her tight pussy. That extra space, though, must have been filled to the brim with nerve endings, because Marco's cock was tracing lines of crackling lightning through her core. She came on his second thrust, and on his third, and lost count after that. She tried to hold on to her grip on reality, but the black stallion behind her was literally fucking the sense right out of her brain. His cock, like an implement crafted by some very horny gods, found every point of pleasure inside of her, including ones she had never known about before.

Try as she might, her memory slipped under Marco's powerful attack- a stream of pleasure overriding her ability to remember anything with clarity.

At some point, Naomi reappeared, her hair telling of a recent shower. She looked hesitant to re-enter the room until she caught Nina's eye- at least insofar as Nina was able to look at her, given that her eyes were rolling back in ecstasy.

Things were something of a formless blur of pleasure from that point, but Nina remembered making out with Naomi while Marco drilled her from behind, then sitting on Marco while the smaller girl fucked her ass with a strap on.

By the afternoon, the group was fucked out, lying in a heap of spent desire. Naked flesh slick with the sweat of cooled passion arranged, sculpturesque; a monument to lust sated.

Nina was snuggled between Naomi and Katelyn, the other girls and Marco splayed about the room. She could feel Marco's loads inside of her, a burning heat in her core. She'd need to get a pill from the pharmacy on her way home.

Marco was the first to stir, rising to his feet, tossing his apron over one shoulder, and proclaiming:

"Who wants early supper?"

Epilogue: New Light

Nina and Katelyn crashed through the door of their house, glad to finally be home. Their honeymoon had been a blast, but after two weeks they were frankly exhausted, happy to be able to return to their routine.

The wedding went off without a hitch... well, nearly without a hitch. Katelyn's father had refused to attend. Nina suspected his reasons were the obvious ones, with dynastically minded rich narcissists always wanting their legacy and lineage secured.

They didn't let his absence ruin the mood, though, and celebrated to their hearts' content.

"Did you order something while we were away?" Katelyn asked, eyeing the awkward looking package they had stepped over to get inside.

"Nope, not me." Nina replied, curious what it could be.

"It's addressed to us, and the return address is... hang on, that's Julianne's apartment." Katelyn bent down to pick it up, only for it to remain stationary while she recoiled in surprise.

"That's way heavier than it looks." She complained, rubbing her lower back. Walking over, Nina bent to the package, carefully leveraging it into her arms. Katelyn wasn't wrong, it weighed quite a bit. Hauling it inside, she set it down on the couch, tearing the tape off.

Inside the box were two large stone tablets, plain save for the words engraved on their faces:

Rule 1

'If at any time I decide your outfit isn't sexy enough for the venue- and that includes your bra and panties- then I reserve the right to change it.'

Rule 2

'What happens in the Starlight Lounge stays in the Starlight Lounge.'

Rule 3

'That bracelet stays on, no matter what.'

Rule 4

'As long as you're not cheating, you have to go along with anything a stripper asks you to.'

Rule 5

'You can't end the night until you've touched every stripper at least once.'

Rule 6

'The Maid of Honour is the boss; what she says, goes. (3 times)'

Rule 7

'There are as many rules as I decide there are.'

Rule 8

'It's only cheating if it goes in your pussy.'

Rule 10

'Enjoy his cock'

Katelyn eyed the tablets, an eyebrow cocked.

"Wait, was there really not a ninth rule when I made that one? How does Julianne remember all of this stuff anyway? If you really think about it, you failed several of these, though, right? I don't feel like anybody has brought that up."

Nina laughed as she hefted the second tablet- it was solid stone without question.

"Where can we put these? I doubt our walls could hold them up."

Katelyn immediately stopped her huffing and puffing, eyes immediately darting around the room.

"I have an idea, give me that one."

End

Author's Note:

Hey folks, thanks for giving this story a chance! I just want to take this opportunity to source some advice from you good readers in the comment section. As you may have noticed, this story is long, easily several times longer than I ever intended or expected it to be- I just couldn't bring myself to stop writing until I had properly wrapped up a few of the more central story arcs, though, as you may have noticed, I've left a few things dangling for future stories to pick up. If you've made it to the end, regardless of whether you liked it or not, I am flattered. That's where my first question comes in- should I republish this story as three separate ones, in line with the three Acts it's already broken up into, or do you think it's fine as a monolith? Any input on that prospect is welcome.

My second question goes beyond this story- if you read it and liked it, first of all, thank you, but second of all- are there any characters or ideas you'd like me to explore more in-depth? I'm kind of digging this shared universe thing I did with my first story, the admittedly much rougher 'Some Harmless Competition', and this one, so I expect that my next story, if and when that gets made, will probably feature some familiar places and faces, I'm just not entirely certain where to take it quite yet. (That's not strictly true, I do currently have another story in the works, but I am still looking beyond nonetheless.) While some of the specific kinks I'm into could probably be guessed by an astute reader, I'm open to writing other types of stories too, from a broader selection of genres (and I'm Pan, so I have no aversion to writing about sex between just about any combination of sexes/genders/genitalia). Any thoughts or suggestions, as well asconstructivecriticism, are welcome and greatly appreciated. If, however, you don't understand that "Loving Wives" is a euphemism, and decide to pull up a story from the cheating category with the cheating tag and get flabbergasted when it features cheating- well this is Literotica, not a circus- we don't need any clowns here; (unless that's your kink, no judgement.) I'll just delete your whiny comments, so you needn't bother leaving them in the first place. If you don't like the story but don't have anything kind or actually useful to say, I respect that, and invite you to use the rating system to express it. I like to check in on my comment sections fairly frequently, so know that, unless it's been 20 years and you're digging this old-ass bit of smut off of some dusty hard-drive, I'll probably see your feedback within a week or two of it getting posted at most, not accounting for Literotica's sometimes slow comment verification process. (but if youarecoming to this in or after 2044, hi future people. Do you have hoverboards, Mars cities, or an apocalypse yet? Do you know any winning lottery numbers?)

I won't indulge my terminally long-winded nature any longer, though, or I'll need to split this story into four parts just to accommodate it. Cheers.