FoA S2 Chapter 4

What happened with Riley isn’t the end of the world. A part of you knew that it wasn’t a good fit. She’s too perfect and you’re too much of a mess. For god’s sake, you had sex with her mother. You just had four women jerk off on you.

She’s different. You can’t help but feel a little relieved that she backed off. At least this way you don’t have to worry about screwing up or hurting her. It just makes you ache to think of her being out there, probably with someone else.

It’s OK, though. Nothing has really changed. You’re back to where you were before: carefree and ready to live your life, except now you’re doing it with a real Free Gurls vest on your back. Even before, you didn’t have too much trouble finding company. Now that you’re a member of the club, you’ll never sleep alone unless you want to. Hell… now that Riley doesn’t want to be with you, maybe Mary wants to party.

The following day, you head to the clubhouse to help out. The bar is the main front for the club, and it does a lot of business when it’s open to the public. Gurlberg’s queer women need a safe place to go, and they buy a lot of drinks. Not enough to support the entire club, but it’s your only source of income right now. Running a moderately-successful bar is a huge amount of work. There’s tax stuff, booze deliveries, the liquor license… Stef and Carla handle a lot of it, and Tanya pours the drinks most nights, but she can’t be there every night. So the club members fill in the gaps.

A year ago, when the club was doing a booming business in toys, there was a janitor and three bartenders, and five dancers.

Now it’s just Tanya and Lotte, and the club isn’t even paying them. They just get to keep all the tips they earn. The funny part is that at the moment, they’re making more money than anyone else. Especially Lotte. She’s been enormously popular, and you can understand why. She’s a hot blonde with no imperfections. Instead of a trashy stripper vibe, she’s exotic and untouchable. All the closeted soccer moms that come to the bar to drink must be creaming themselves over her.

At the club, you find Caroline already there, helping Tanya get ready for the night’s open. Lotte is on the stage, doing warmup moves in leggings and a t-shirt. She is tireless. She works every night, but she must be making a fortune. The women throw money on the stage like it’s confetti. You should learn to dance. Actually… that’s a good idea. Hell, if FG is going to be performing in CCL porn, why not perform in other ways? The club needs the money. You should talk to Stef about that. Like… you don’t want to do it yourself, but Fang? Vicky? They would be incredible.

You help with cleaning and chores, joining Caroline in hauling liquor out of the basement.

Carla comes downstairs, smelling like weed.

“They didn’t waste any time,” she says without greeting as you and Caroline carry a box behind the bar. “CCL’s already hitting us up.”

“Oh god,” you say, putting the box down. You wipe your forehead and join Caroline in looking expectantly at Carla.

“I hope they asked for a spicy, Latin MILF,” Caroline said.

“They didn’t specify. You two are here, so you two are up. Head over there at eight tonight,” Carla says.

“Yes, ma’am,” you say, giving her a sarcastic salute.

“Oh, what a chore, banging college girls,” Carla says with an eye roll.

“You want to handle it alone?” you ask Caroline, thinking of Riley.

“Both of you go. Maybe they want a DP scene or something,” Carla says, going back upstairs.

Great. You work around the clubhouse a little longer, head home to shower and change, and then meet up with Caroline on the road outside of town. She’s sitting on her bike by the side of the road, enjoying the sunset. You rumble up beside her.

“How are we handling this?” she asks, looking over at you.

“What do you mean?”

“Like what they’re going to ask us to do.”

“We just have to see,” you say, feeling a bit anxious. What if Riley is there? She won’t be. She already as much as told you that she is not into the porn and camgirl parts of CCL.

“I’m just saying we can draw some lines if we have to. If they ask us to do things that we aren’t cool with,” she says.

“They’re college girls. We’re Free Gurls. They aren’t going to bully us into anything,” you say with a laugh.

Caroline nods. “Right.”

CCL house is out of control. It’s not even late yet; it’s barely even dark, but you can hear music and craziness from inside the moment you switch off your bike. Caroline follows you up to the door, where you knock.

You’re greeted by three of them: a skinny girl with dyed, gray hair and tattoos named Elsa, another thin one named Nevaeh, and a shockingly pretty blonde named Kylie. The blonde even has an accent.

You don’t complain when they hurry you past the party going on and get you and Caroline upstairs quickly. You just don’t want to run into Riley.

You and Caroline find yourself in a bedroom that has been competently transformed into a cam girl studio. It has a bed, a variety of props, and an obvious camera setup. You can tell at a glance that these college girls have put some thought into this.

They show you and Caroline a sketchbook with what they have in mind. So they have a plan, almost a business plan.

“You have thought this out,” Caroline says, admiring the detailed sketch.

Their viewers have been asking them to show their feet and do things with their feet. They’ve leaned into that to maximize profits and concluded that feet and penises will make an even better combo.

Their plan seems good to you. You and Caroline agree to help and start to strip down while the girls work with the camera to make sure that the frame gets the action with nobody’s face in it. The viewers are going to see two penises and… lots of feet playing with them. It seems a bit weird to you, but you aren’t complaining because you don’t have to do much except not get off too quickly.

Kylie handles the camera while the others pose you and Caroline, seating you on a rug with your legs intertwined, almost scissoring to get your naughty bits nice and close together. Caroline’s as hard as you are, and in moments your shafts are pressed together. This is even more uncomfortable than you feared, but you’ve never been harder.

“Hi, I’m Caroline,” Caroline says, only a little embarrassed.

“I’m Adella,” you reply. “Great to meet you.”

“You too,” she laughs. “Um, ladies?”

You look up at the girls, who stare thirstily at your naked bodies, and the two erections.

“Right,” Elsa says, clapping her hands. “Back to work. Focus.”