Part Three - The Party

Part Three
The Party

Lara gave a contented sigh as she sped down the highway in the late afternoon sun. She had the top down in her VW Beetle and was enjoying the feeling of the warm sun on her skin and the wind flowing through her long hair. It was her day off from her job dancing at The Pearl and normally she would be catching up on her favourite TV shows or lounging on the beach, enjoying the weather and sea air but today was a little different.

She had been roped into attending a party with Lenny. A college pool party where she would pretend to be his girlfriend for the day. Lenny, who was the multi-purpose tech guy for The Pearl, had apparently lied to his only friend at college about having a girl and was terrified of being outed as liar and a loser. Lara had felt sorry for him and agreed to help him out as a one time thing.That is where she was headed at this moment having gotten the address from Lenny last night along with a number of texts thanking her effusively for doing this. She had stopped replying to them after the fifth text. She would meet him there and re-iterate the ground rules. No PDA. He was to keep his hands to himself unless she said otherwise. Lenny was a pushover and she didn’t anticipate any problems. Put on an act, schmooze for a while with Lenny on her arm, and then enjoy the rest of the day sunning herself by the pool. That was the plan, anyway.

As Lara was pondering how much SPF she would need, her phone started to buzz in her hands-free holder to her left. She gave the screen a quick glance and saw Dave’s name. Dave was the owner of The Pearl and the notion of ignoring his call is something she wouldn’t entertain on most days but this was her day off.

Fuck him, I’m not answering. He can leave a voicemail if it’s important. She let the phone buzz for another thirty seconds or so until it stopped. Lara put her eyes back to the road, pleased with herself for setting a boundary and sticking to it. That feeling was short-lived, however as the phone started buzzing once more.

Again? A flicker of doubt entered her mind as she considered if it was wise to keep ignoring him. Maybe she should answer it and see what he wanted. Might be the safer option.Making her mind up, she pressed the answer call button and projected a fake sweetness into her voice as she said, “Hi, Dave. What can I do for you?”

“Lara, I’ve been calling. I wanted to talk to you about.......where the fuck are you? It sounds like you are in a bloody wind tunnel!” he bellowed down the phone.

“I’m in my car driving to a pool party. Lenny’s pool party,” she answered, putting particular emphasis on the name ‘Lenny’ as if to remind him that she was doing this favour in part to show Dave she was a “team player” as he had put it the other day.

“Right, yeah, yeah. The kid mentioned that alright. Along with some other stuff. Frankly, I couldn’t shut the kid up about you. Took me forever to get him off the fucking phone. Your pussy must be like crack the way he went on and on....”

A faint smile crept across Lara’s face as she imagined Lenny gushing down the phone to Dave about her. Having said that, she felt it important to correct something Dave had just said.

“Well Lenny wouldn’t know because he didn’t experience that particular pleasure, despite what he may have told you,” she said firmly down the phone.

“Just a turn of phrase, Lara. Don’t get your panties in a bunch. Either way, the kid is practically in love. And if he’s happy, I’m happy. So good job there. Well done.”

Lara beamed as Dave gave her some rare praise. He didn’t dole it out often. At the same time, she found herself getting irritated with herself that she cared what he thought. She shouldn’t care. But she did. And that was something that bothered her. Still, it might make her job easier going forward. Dave interrupted her thoughts as he continued talking through the speaker phone.

“The kid isn’t the reason I’m calling anyway. Listen, you know we sell videos on our website and I’m thinking of expanding a little. I figure since The Pearl has made such a splash in our short time open that our reputation as a world class strip joint will help in selling some instructional videos to other strip clubs. I’m thinking of doing a series of Lap Dance 101 videos. Instructional, tutorial type things that the clubs can show their dancers to help them get on our level. There looks to be a market for it. I think it could do well,” Dave said with a hint of excitement.

I know where he is going with this....

“I want you to be the star. We all know you can dance but you are smart and eloquent in a way that most of the girls here aren’t. Let’s face it, our girls are all stunning but they aren’t exactly an Ivy League bunch.”

Lara knew he was buttering her up. Laying the compliments on thick so that she would say yes. And the thought of displaying her talents to other professionals in the industry did give her a little thrill but putting her face out there, giving a lap dance on video, scared her. Her family had no clue what she did for a living. They all still thought she was waitressing and not dancing.

“I don’t know about this Dave. I’m not sure I feel comfortable being plastered all over the internet,” she said, with some clear doubt emanating through her voice.

“Oh you won’t be, you won’t be,” Dave said reassuringly. “This is for professional joints only. The public probably won’t ever see it.” There was a pause on the line until Dave continued.

“What about a mask?” he said.

“A mask?”

“Yeah, a mask. One of those sexy, small ones that cover your eyes like Cat woman. Masquerade ball type shit,” he suggested.

The idea wasn’t bad. It would hide some of her face so she could perform without much fear of being recognised. Plus, it would add some intrigue and mystique to the entire thing. The masked lap dancer, perhaps? Maybe she could do it.

“Still,” she replied. “I’m not sure....”

“Well, I wanted you to do it but I guess I could just ask Sarah instead....” Dave said, leaving the last few words hanging between them.

Fuck that. I’m not bowing out so that bitch can get famous. Not happening. She knew she was being baited by Dave but at this point she didn’t care. That red-headed bimbo bitch cunt wasn’t getting one over on her.

“No need for that. I’ll do it.”

“Fantastic! I’ll start to get the ball rolling. I’ll get Lenny to set up the tech tomorrow and I’ll work on finding a male co-star to sit in the seat. Some Fabio type fucker who’ll look good with his shirt off,” Dave said, clearly delighted with himself. Lara could tell by the tone of his voice that he was sitting there with a smile from ear to ear.

“Sure. It sounds like fun,” Lara said down the phone line.

“Great. Well, enjoy your party. Don’t let Lenny get too drunk. See you tomorrow, we’ll talk more then...” Dave said as he ended the call.

Lara admonished herself for answering the call. She should have ignored it. He’d goaded her with the idea of Sarah taking her place and she had fallen for it but the damage was done now. She had agreed to it so she may as well make the best of it.

I’ll draw up a lesson plan tomorrow. Moves that every pro should know and how to link them together to ramp up the customers arousal. That sort of thing, she thought to herself. Today though, she was going to relax. The GPS said she was only a couple minutes away so she put it our of her mind and concentrated on not missing her exit.

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Lenny was waiting for her at the top of the driveway. She parked and got out to meet him. He was dressed in some long shorts and a goofy looking t-shirt that read “My dick is down here!” in bold lettering.

“La...La....Lara! Finally. I know we said fashionably late, but still! The pa...p...p...party has been going for hours. It is practically over! And I’ve been w...wa...waiting for eight minutes. I was worried you had changed your mind,” he said in a panic.

She laughed a little at his statement. Eight minutes. Not five, or ten. But eight. I guess he likes specifics.

“Yeah the traffic got heavier the closer I got. But I’m here now so let’s head in,” she said linking her arm in his. “You seem....different,” she said as they walked through the open gates and around the back of the large estate towards the party noises.

He was stammering. Struggling to get his words out. He had stammered when she had met him in the club but he hadn’t at all the previous day.

“Are you nervous? You don’t need to be,” she said, trying to reassure him.

“Yeah I’m nervous. And I sta.....st....stammer when I’m nervous,” he struggled to get out.

“I need my Xanax,” he replied simply. He opened a small tube and popped one in his mouth.

“My therapist p...p....prescribes them. You want one?”

“No thanks,” she replied, wondering to herself if he had only taken one.

“You bring your suit? Everyone here will b...b....be wearing one.”

“Yeah, I have it on under my coat. Brought it in case it got cold later and I didn’t want to just be in a bikini in case I got pulled over or my car crapped out. Which happens more than I would like.”

He nodded as they walked and her heels clacked against the stone. Her coat only came to her thighs and he couldn’t help but stare and admire the way her heels accentuated her long, bare legs. He was eager to see her shed the coat and reveal the bikini she had chosen.

They arrived at what appeared to be the epicentre of the outdoor party. She glanced around at the sight before her. There was a large pool round one end surrounded by a few deck chairs. The pool had a net for volleyball that four guys and four girls were currently playing. The girls were sitting atop the guys shoulders as they supported them and moved them around the pool in a failing attempt to get keep the ball alive and in play for longer than three seconds. She figured the game itself wasn’t that important to the participants. It was more about the contact. If Lenny wanted her to join in, she’d have to think about whether she was willing to go that far for his lie.

She scanned the other end of the massive garden and noticed a wooden dance floor with speakers and lights scattered around the floors perimeter. It was empty at the moment. Either Lenny was right and they were late or she figured it would fill up as the evening turned into night.

Finally, there was a tennis table that currently had a bunch of solo cups, spread out in some sort of elaborate beer pong configuration she hadn’t seen before. The place was packed. At least thirty people filled the place. Full of youthful, energetic college goers flitting around in all forms of bathing suits, most of them small enough to barely qualify as bathing suits. She laughed to herself and stared a little as they passed one guy rocking a speedo, confidently striding around the place.

Maybe I should’ve gone to college. I missed out it seems.

She led Lenny to one of the sun loungers situated near the pool and dropped her purse on the towel already provided.

“Doesn’t the towel mean it’s taken?” Lenny asked, some nervousness creeping into his voice as he looked around at the other loungers.

“Relax, Lenny. All the loungers have towels. Whoever owns the place set them out for us,” she said, reassuring him. She then disrobed and placed her coat neatly next to her purse and turned back to him so he could get a good look.

Lenny took her in as she turned to meet him. Her chosen bikini top was a vibrant blue in colour and consisted of a halter-style neckline secured by thin and delicate strings that tied behind her neck and back. Her large breasts strained slightly against the top but her body formed to it well, helping to create the desired amount of cleavage without appearing too over the top. The cups of the top were constructed from a luxurious, soft fabric that looked expensive and comfortable as it clung to her breasts.

Her bottoms were matching in colour and were a classic-looking cut, that sat high-waisted and hugged Lara's slender waist while also accentuating her long, delicate legs. It was tight across the back, displaying her rear beautifully. It was revealing and sexy but the material covered just enough to be considered tasteful. Just. Her heels he had admired earlier were high, very high. Bordering on stiletto’s. He wondered how she moved about in them so gracefully.

Lara raised her arms out to the side and did a slow spin for Lenny. “Wow, you look incredible,” he said while ogling every inch of her. “We may need to examine our bikini scale from yesterday. Phoebe Cates and the rest of them can take a hike,” he said with clear lust in his voice.

Lara smiled back at him appreciating the compliment and said, “I aim to please. Right, we should do the rounds so you can introduce me to everyone.”

“I don’t know everyone,” he said uncertainly as his eyes darted round the unfamiliar faces.

“Well, who do you know?” she asked patiently.

“Will. He’s my best friend at college. And I sort of know Alan and Rob too. The three of them hang around together a lot,” he said pensively.

“Great. We’ll start there,” she said linking her arm in his and leading him away from the social safety net of the deck lounger. She figured he would hide there all day if given the choice. She had noticed that he had stopped stammering which was a good sign.

“What have you told them about me? What’s my cover,” she said with a giggle, enjoying the idea of being somebody else for the day.

Asset is on site, preparing to infiltrate, she thought, hoping that her non-existent spy craft could stand up to the scrutiny she would be placed under today.

“You go to a different college than us.”

“In Canada?” she laughed back at him.

“No,” he replied, completely missing her joke. Without a hint of sarcasm or irony he continued and said, “You go to Greendale Community College.”

She stopped walking, bringing them both to a complete stop and turned towards him, a look of panic on her face. “Lenny, you can’t be serious. Please tell me you’re joking. You do realize Greendale is not a real college and what’s more, its the college they go to on the tv show....”

“Yes, I know, I know,” he cut across her. “I panicked, alright? It was the first name that popped into my head,” he said sheepishly.

“Well, I guess we’ll deal with it. If anyone brings it up I’ll laugh and say I’m with you for your sense of humour or something,” she said trying to calm him down.

Would that make me Annie or Britta? she wondered to herself as they walked. She looked down at her own bikini clad body. Annie. Definitely Annie.

“What am I studying?” she asked not wanting to be caught out with any questions.

“Journalism. With a minor in dance,” he said matter of factly.

“Ah, yes. Two career paths inextricably linked. I’m sure Katie Couric follows up her interviews with world leaders by getting crunk at the club,” she said dryly.

“Really?” he asked.

“No, Lenny. Who takes Journalism and dance?”

“Um...You do? I picked something I thought you’d have experience with and find it easy to talk about. I mean you’re so pretty that it makes sense, doesn’t it?” he responded. Lara felt a little offended at the insinuation he was making but dropped it realising he probably didn’t mean it that way and was just attempting to be nice while giving her decent cover in conversations.

“It’s fine. It’s something I can work with I guess,” she said absent-mindedly while trying to concoct herself a backstory.

Her parents, premier members of the Russian Mariinsky Ballet troupe, tragically murdered by corrupt politician. She takes it upon herself to learn the ways of investigative journalism by day to bring their killers to justice while honouring their love of dance by night.

Perfect, she thought to herself. Although she didn’t have a Russian accent. Fuck it, neither did ScarJo. And my tits are better.

Lenny spotted someone he knew and started waving animatedly. He started to lead her over to a group of three men, leaning next to the ping-pong table filled with cups.

“Who are they again?” she leaned in, asking him quietly as they approached.

“Tall one in the middle is my buddy, Will. That’s Alan to the left and Rob is to the right,” he whispered back as they closed the distance.

Will looked up as the couple walked towards them. Here comes Lenny the loser, he guffawed to himself. But he was immediately distracted by the perfect ten on his arm.

Fuck me sideways. Who the hell is she?

Making fun of Lenny was Will’s favourite pastime between classes. Sometimes even during classes. In modern times, geekdom had a certain coolness to it. Will recognised that and kept abreast of the pop culture zeitgeist. But Lenny took it to a whole other level. He was the uber-nerd. The nerd to end all nerds and Will simply couldn’t help but mock him for it. The schmuck didn’t even realise it most of the time and Will and the boys had plenty of fun at his expense. But he balanced it out somewhat by allowing Lenny to tag along when they went to parties. When they talked to girls. Even on a couple nights out. He let Lenny be in his orbit because, frankly, he would be failing half of his classes without Lenny. Lenny had managed to change one of Will’s failing grades from last semester with some computer wizardry and was now giving Will cliff notes for most of his exams.

“Cliff notes” was the euphemism they used in public for the complete question and answer key for the tests, provided ahead of time. Even knowing how much he needed the dweeb, he still couldn’t help himself sometimes. Lenny was just such an easy target.

As the woman moved gracefully towards him he couldn’t help but stare in amazement.

How is Lenny here with her? The face. The body. The fucking tits, as he stared at her in the skimpy bikini.

Will and the boys had teased Lenny about never getting any action when the nerd had blurted out that he had a girlfriend. Lenny claimed that the reason they never saw her around was because she went to a different college. That had been the ridiculous ongoing lie he had been telling for months until yesterday when he had told them that his “girlfriend” was going to be joining him at today’s party. That she was gorgeous and smart. That they loved each other and that he wanted them to be nice to her. A journalist major he had said. Or was it dance? From green something university. He was only half listening at the time, assuming Lenny was spinning more bullshit but he wished he had been paying attention now.

There is zero fucking chance that Lenny bagged a stunner like her. It’s gotta be his cousin. Or a hooker.

“Hey guys, look,” Will exclaimed with a boisterous shout. “It’s Lenny the Legend!”

“Hi guys!” Lenny said as he and Lara reached them.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us to your lovely, lady companion?” Will asked putting on an innocent air and tone.

“Guys this is my girlfriend,” he announced, grinning from ear to ear. Alan moved first and dove forward on one knee, taking Lara’s hand in his and bringing it to his mouth to kiss her as though an old-timey knight might do. The boys laughed at his antics and Lara allowed him to kiss her hand while smiling down at him.

A little dorky, but still smooth she admitted to herself as she sized him up. Average height. He looked lean and fairly athletic, the large size of his calves more noticeable as he was on one knee.

Must be a runner. Or maybe a soccer player?

His legs were fit and her gaze lingered there for a moment, appreciating them. She noticed his soft hands as he held her own. Smooth and gentle without a hint of callouses.

Clearly doesn’t do any sort of manual labour.

He had a pleasant enough face topped with dark hair in that modern cauliflower cut that half the guys her generation seemed to sport. She strongly disliked that look but it was fashionable so she couldn’t hold it against him too much.

Decent looking guy, all told. All of this flashed in her mind as he kissed her hand and then held it before him.

“Alan is mine own nameth. What a fair looking mistress thee art. Such a comeliness I has't nev'r seen. Wouldst thee alloweth me to asketh thy nameth?” Alan said dramatically, still holding her hand while on one knee before her.

“Why of course, good sir. You have the honour, nay, the privilege of being in the presence of one Lara, Countess of bikini-bottom,” she pronounced to the group in her best attempt at British aristocracy which she was loathed to admit she had practised during repeated viewings of Downton Abbey.

Too fucking right you are. Countess, mayor and fucking queen of Bikini Bottom, Will thought to himself as he stole a glance at Lara’s perfect ass filling out her bathing suit.

The group laughed again as Rob leaned across and good naturedly grabbed Alan, pulling him to his feet. “Get up you tool, or she’ll think we are all drama losers or something,” Rob chided him.

“Just introducing myself to the lady, is all,” Alan said with a smile.

“And a fine introduction it was, Alan,” Lara said with a little curtsy.

“Rob,” he said simply as means of an introduction as he nodded at her.

“Hi, Rob,” she said politely.

She wasn’t sure what to make of him. She had been enjoying the silly little role play Alan had initiated and was annoyed Rob had cut it short. Physically, he wasn’t much to look at. Shorter than the others, his face had some acnes scars and she found his eyes a little beady. But he kept his eyes locked to her face, which she appreciated. She knew how revealing her bikini was and realized he was making an effort to not leer at her.

He gets points for that at least.

Rob stepped back and the man in the middle, clearly the anchor of the group, stepped forward. He didn’t offer his hand but instead leaned forward, clearly intending to kiss her on the cheek. This surprised Lara a little but she went with it and presented her cheek for his kiss. After the greeting, she noted how he didn’t lean back. He kept a firm grip of her arm so she couldn’t easily back away and he stayed in her personal space.

“Will, right?” she asked.

“Yeah, Will. I’m the host. This is my party,” he said smugly, almost as if this was something to brag about and elevated him from the guests somehow.

“It’s a lovely place,” she replied, trying to keep her voice sweet and light. Lara took an immediate dislike to the man. His voice and tone reeked of privilege and arrogance and the way he had closed the distance between them and stayed there made her uncomfortable. She was sure he was the type to devour books talking about how to “hold frame” with women and other such macho bullshit and made it his style when dealing with the opposite sex. She had to admit though, he was handsome.

No, handsome doesn’t cut it. He was hot.

Her mother would have described him as a hunk. He was tall, much taller than her with broad shoulders that made him look so much bigger than the rest of the boys surrounding her. His hair, tousled and dark, fell over his forehead in a sort of dishevelled yet organised style. The “I fell out of bed looking this way and don’t care” look some guys spent a long time in front of the mirror perfecting. It worked for him. It added a sort of roguish allure. He had a strong jaw and a wicked smile. If she had to place his look, she would consider him a cross between Ian Somerhalder and Jensen Ackles. But it didn’t stop at his face. He was wearing board shorts with a noticeable bulge and was shirtless.

Because damn. Of course he was shirtless. His chest and stomach caught her eye and held her attention. He had an impressive array of abs. An eight-pack, the sort of physique that took some genetic luck and a lot of work in the gym to achieve and maintain. Most men could never achieve such a body. Each abdominal muscle was clearly defined with raised ridges. The peaks and valleys of the muscles at his core standing out sharply. She had a feeling he was performing in front of her a little as she noticed them contract and flex with every breath he took.

Lara flushed in embarrassment as she suddenly realized she had been ogling his body longer than was considered polite. Will met her gaze and smiled in a knowing fashion. He had caught her checking him out. She hadn’t been subtle.

So that’s what it feels like to be on the other end of this, she thought ruefully, being well used to the gawking from men and rarely being the one gawking herself. This was a ladies man for sure and she would have to be careful around him.

“Yeah, my folks bought it so that I could be nearer to school,” Will said, referring again to the house and property, still pleased with himself that he had caught her ogling his body.

“Yeah. It’s......nice,” she said, flustered and reddening with embarrassment.

It’s nice. You said that already. Get it together before they assume you are some airheaded bimbo. And remember why you are here. Lara extricated his hand from her arm in a deft manner so as not to draw attention to it and took a step back to sidle up to Lenny. Will had noticed the move, although it appeared nobody else had. Lara was glad of the space she had generated between them.

“So, how about some drinks?” Will suggested. “Me and the guys are on the beer. We all know Lenny doesn’t drink but Lara feel free to partake. Anything you want. Go wild. You only live once, after all.”

Lara considered it a moment. She had driven here. She should really refuse and take it easy but as Lenny looked at her hopefully, she realised it would be rude not to join in. At least a little. She’d have one.

“What drinks do you guys have?” she asked Will.

“Everything you could want,” he answered smugly. “Beer, Vodka, Rum, Wine, Tequila....”

She perked up when he mentioned tequila. It was her kryptonite. She loved it, even if it didn’t love her back. Scientifically, she knew most **** was a depressant but you could have fooled her the way she felt getting wasted on tequila shots. She adored the way it made her feel and it was her drink of choice when she wanted to have a good time. It affected her in other less positive ways too though. It made her mind slower and made her feel a bit dopey. It shot her judgement to shit as well. She had once embarrassingly streaked completely naked across her high-school football field following a dangerous combination of tequila and truth or dare. She had sworn off the drink after that incident for life. That oath had lasted about three weeks.

“I’d love a tequila shot. I’m driving, so I’ll only have the one,” she said pointedly to the group and internally promising herself to stop at one.

Will reached behind him onto the ping-pong table and picked up a cup marked “T” and handed it to her. “Got one right here. Last one in fact. If you need more, there is a full bottle behind the bar.”

Lara downed the cup in one. It was a half-full solo cup so easily four times the amount a shot glass would be but she figured it would be the only drink she had. The group cheered as she chugged the drink in one. Will had spent the moment admiring her breasts. The way they jiggled delightfully as she downed it aggressively. He especially liked the way she had licked her lips clean after.

I bet she has a talented tongue.

The drink was strong. Lara liked that. It felt incredible going down. Fruity and so, so smooth. She could feel the usual rush it gave her, the burst of happiness that she enjoyed so much.

“Sublime,” she said with a satisfied grin. The rest of the guys, sans Lenny who just stood there, smiled back at her and sipped their beers.

“I love your bikini by the way. La Perla?” Will queried.

Somewhat surprised by his accurate guess, Lara started to answer, “Yes, actually I picked it up just for today.”

Will stretched out a hand and quickly ran his fingers through the sides of the cups, taking the material in his fingers and massaging it.

“Yes, it’s good quality for sure,” he said with a smirk. The back of his hand was resting against the side of her breast as he “examined” the material.

Lara was taken aback by the sudden inappropriate action but Will returned his hand to his side before she had a chance to react. In less than a minute, the quadruple shot of tequila had slowed her reactions somewhat. The whole encounter had taken only three or four seconds in total and she had just stood there as it happened. It had taken her a few seconds to realize what was happening and how inappropriate it was. She was considering giving some sort of verbal rebuke at the uninvited touching when Will spoke up again, as if eager to move the conversation onward.

“So, you’re a dancer, right?” Will asked. “You study it at college? What sort of dance? Is it ballet or more modern?” he asked with a determined look in his eye. She got the feeling she was being interrogated. She had to stop herself from getting lost in his blue eyes.

Very dreamy.

“Uh, yeah. I do all sorts of dance. Journalism too.” she answered, sticking out her chest subconsciously.

“Wow. Dance and Journalism. Eclectic! Very impressive,” he said, laying on the compliments thickly.

“Thanks,” she answered back. Why the fuck am I trying to impress him with my fake resume?

“Maybe later you can interview me as we have a dance together on the dance floor?” he suggested smugly while gesturing to the temporary dance stage behind him that was beginning to fill up with people.

“Yeah. Sure. We’ll do that,” she said non-committally.

Not happening, buddy.

Even as she had that thought her mind started to wonder. She couldn’t help but imagine what sort of dancer he’d be. Would he have any moves? Where would he put his hands? How close would he get? Would she be able to feel his... Jesus girl, get a grip. Snap out of it. Change the subject, Lara.

“So, you’re all on the same course as my Lenny?” Lara said, leaning in close to Lenny and hugging him a little.

“Yes we are,” Lenny cut in and answered for them as he put his arm around Lara’s waist in a way he hoped look natural.

Will nodded. “Yeah. Good course. And we have great fun together. Lenny is the heart of the group. We never leave home without him. We all love Lenny, don’t we lads?” Will said with a slight smirk to Alan and Rob. They nodded as they returned the looks, all three with smiles on their faces that didn’t quite crinkle the eyes.

Lara frowned at this latest interaction. The vibe had suddenly shifted and she could sense something off about their behaviour. It didn’t feel like the gentle ribbing guys would normally give each other. It felt meaner. She had a feeling she knew what was really going on here and decided to take a stab at uncovering it for sure.

“Well my Lenny is a ton of fun, absolutely. But he’s also wicked smaht,” she said, emphasising the last part with a **** Bostonian accent. They all chuckled as she continued, “He helps me with my course work all the time. Does he help you guys too?” she asked, trying to keep her probing question sounding innocent.

“Yeah, all the time,” Lenny interjected again before they could answer. “I have study guides, cliff notes, answer keys....” he said, rattling through the things he gave them. Lenny stopped mid sentence when he noticed the stern look Will was giving him.

“Yeah Lenny is a great help,” Will finished for him.

Bingo. That was it. They were using him to cheat. Probably laughing at him too the entire time behind his back, the fuckers. And Lenny probably had no idea. Or worse, he knew full well but put up with it in order to have “friends.”

Lara glanced over at Lenny feeling a deep sense of sadness and affection for him.

Everybody deserves to be happy. She decided she would have a quiet word with the group and scope them out a little more. She would try and turn them around on Lenny. Remind them that he was a little odd but ultimately a good guy. If they wouldn’t budge, she would endeavour to warn Lenny off the group and help introduce him to a new, hopefully ****, social circle of friends. She needed to get a couple minutes without Lenny to make her case, subtly of course.

“Sweetheart, I could use another drink. Could you go to the bar and get me another shot of Tequila?” she asked, making obvious bedroom eyes at Lenny while simultaneously forgetting her “only one drink” promise from earlier.

“Sure thing!” he replied enthusiastically and headed away towards the main bar. With Lenny out of earshot, now was her opportunity.

She turned to the group and started her plea. “Look guys, I really like Lenny,” she began before Will cut her off.

“We do too! Love the little fucker.”

“Really?” she answered back tartly. “Because to me it looks like you guys are using him. Course work. Exams. Stuff like that.”

“He’s really smart and offers us help,” Will said meekly, his hands out as if in supplication. “Who are we to decline help from a friend? It’s not like we use him if that is what you are getting at.”

“And making fun of him behind his back? You don’t do that either, hmph?” she said, an accusatorial tone creeping into her voice.

Alan interjected this time. “It’s not like that Lara. Well, not really like that. We just have a little fun now and then with him. I’ll admit it, sometimes we might go too far but it’s not like we mean to take advantage of him or anything.” he said with a straight face. Lara thought he had honest eyes and was tempted to believe him and take him at his word.

“Alan’s right. It’s just a bit of fun Lara. Lighten up,” Rob said dismissively.

Lara was inclined to believe Rob a hell of a lot less than Alan. He was a lot less convincing. No, she was right. They were fucking with Lenny and lying to her about it.

“Well, he’s a great guy and he’s good to me and I don’t want to see you fuckers treat him like dirt,” she said, a little angrier now and her speech slightly slurred from the drink. The three men exchanged looks of amusement at her outburst, and she noticed that it was the first time she had cursed aloud since she had arrived. She sighed and tried to calm herself.

“All’s I’m asking is if you claim to be his friend, act like it a little more, okay?” she asked pleadingly. “If not, I’m going to tell him what I think of you guys. And believe me, he takes the opinion of his girlfriend seriously,” she said sternly putting extra emphasis on the idea that the girl he was fucking would take priority over them.

Of course, we aren’t fucking but they don’t need to know that.

Will launched into action when he realized where Lara was going with this. He didn’t need the headache and the idea of losing his free pass at college was something not worth considering.

I’ll have to placate the bitch.

“Lets not get too hasty here. Lara, you might be right. Perhaps we should treat Lenny with a little more respect.” Will noticed Lenny returning from behind them with Lara’s drink. “Lenny’s coming back. It would be embarrassing to discuss this in front of him. Let’s discuss this somewhere privately,” he suggested.

Lara turned and saw Lenny heading back towards them. Will was right. But she didn’t want to be alone with him. She didn’t trust him to keep his hands to himself after the bikini top touching from earlier. Will could sense her hesitation.

“How about a quick dance then?” he suggested in a compromise. “It’ll look normal to Lenny and we can have a quick chat about the best way to.....treat him better from now on.”

Lenny arrived back with her drink before Lara could answer Will. Lenny handed her the drink and asked the group what he had missed.

“Lara was just about to join me on the dance floor and show off her moves, right Lara?” Will said with a forceful tone. “You don’t mind, do you Lenny?”

“Uh....” Lenny started to answer.

“Great! Let’s get out there and boogie Lara!” he said enthusiastically.

Lara turned to Lenny and asked him, “You don’t mind, do you?” honestly afraid of upsetting him. She wanted to set Will straight and get some guarantees from him but didn’t want Lenny to feel like she was abandoning him. Lenny looked between the two of them for a moment and then grinned.

“No problem at all. In fact, it works out well. You enjoy yourself while I go handle some work stuff. I got a text from Dave while I was getting you your drink. The website is down and he is freaking out. You know better than most what he’s like. He wants me to drive to the club and fix it.”

“Oh well, then. I’ll leave with you, darling,” she said not wishing to stay any longer than necessary at this point.

“No, no. Stay! I’ll be back. Thirty minutes there, one minute to fix whatever Dave has done to the site, thirty minutes back. An hour. Tops. You can stay here and tell the guys all about how we met and stuff,” Lenny said giving her a look that was obvious as hell.

He wants me to stay and sell the story while he’s gone, and then come back to a heroes welcome from the boys. She reluctantly agreed.

“Okay, I’ll see you back here in an hour. Keep me updated!” she said as Lenny started jogging towards the front of the house and his car. She chugged the solo cup Lenny had gotten her, the cup filled to the brim with more tequila.

Delicious, she thought to herself as she swallowed it down. It gave her that familiar warm glow. She threw the cup away and turned back around towards the three boys, eager to continue their conversation regarding Lenny’s treatment.

Might as well make use of the time. Crape......Carde.....Carpi diem......seize the day and all that. Yeesh, she thought to herself. No more tequila. I mean it this time. It’s starting to effect me.

Will had a look of shock on his face that disappeared as she turned around. She wondered what he had been just thinking.

Oh, my fucking God! She’s a fucking stripper! Will thought to himself, his mind completely blown. Mystery solved so. Not a cousin, but a fucking stripper.

Nobody else had picked up on the slip from Lenny during his brief conversation with Lara. But Will had. It was subtle, but it was there. Lenny had often told them about his job at The Pearl, bragged about it even. How he was surrounded by beautiful women day and night. Bullshit, considering Will knew he spent most of his time at home but Lenny had bragged anyway. He had told them about the owner, Dave, and how demanding he was.

“The website is down and he is freaking out. You know better than most what he’s like.”

That is what Lenny had said just now. She knew what he was like. Which means she worked there. And she was hardly working as a fucking bouncer, was she? No, she was a lap dancer. Of course she fucking was. Just look at her.

That changed things for Will. Originally he had been flirty with her, intending to embarrass Lenny and publicly out Lenny’s lie. Then, after she had threatened the group just now, he had planned to be nice and win her over so the Lenny scam could continue.

Now? Knowing who she was and what she did for a living? Different strategy. His “get this girl on my dick” strategy. He hadn’t been to The Pearl yet. He certainly planned to go now! It had a wild reputation. People said the girls would do anything for a dollar, as long as you had plenty to go around. One friend who been to The Pearl called the girls working there complete sluts. Every one of them.

I’ll put that theory to the test right now.

“Let’s have that dance Lara and continue our conversation,” he said, taking hold of her hand and leading her towards the dance floor. He gave a pointed look to Rob, and said, “Rob can get you another drink while we have our chat, right Rob?” he said while staring at the man.

Rob looked back blankly and confused for a few seconds before he caught onto the hidden message Will was sending him. He nodded his assent.

“Sure thing. One more tequila coming right up,” Rob said with a smile as he headed off away from them.

Alan looked a little confused as if he had missed something between Will and Rob but shook it off and went to find a seat near the dance floor. He would rather have been the one dancing with Lara but watching the beautiful woman would have to do. He considered Lenny one lucky fucker. He settled into the deck lounger as he watched Will and Lara enter the dance floor.

Lara allowed herself to be guided to the centre of the floor. The sun was starting to get lower in the sky, she was buzzing from the tequila and if she was honest with herself, she felt like dancing.

Get them to go easy on Lenny. Yeah, that too she reminded herself as she turned to face Will.

Will gave the DJ he had hired a knowing nod, to which the DJ returned with a thumbs up. He pressed a button on the console in front of him and a lively melody with an upbeat tempo started to play from the speakers surrounding them and Will struck a dramatic pose in front of her, his arms outstretched.

Lara’s eyes widened as the song began. A Samba? Really? A hint of incredulity appearing across her face. She knew how to Samba but if he didn’t? He had better know what he’s doing or this could be a disaster.

Will pulled her close with a fancy flourish and splayed his hand across the small of her back. His other hand clasped hers, and he gave her a confident grin as he started to guide her through some of his practised moves.

She was merely in her bathing suit and heels so she could feel the warmth of his bare chest against her as they moved. Everyone around them could hear the sound of her heels click-clacking beneath her. Her pulse quickened as he lead them through an ambitious serious of professional looking steps. She followed in time and in sync, taking quick glances between his face and feet to see what moves to follow. Lara was surprised but pleased that she had a competent partner.

He’s not bad, she thought to herself as Will spun and twirled her repeatedly causing her long hair to whip around them both dramatically. As the song continued, he closed the distance between them again and dipped her low and backwards. She smiled and demonstrated her flexibility, leaning back and tilting her head all the way, allowing her hair to brush the dance floor beneath them and also giving anyone watching a clear view down her bikini top. As he brought her back up smoothly, Lara gave him a cheeky grin and separated from him.

My turn.

With that she engaged her core and launched herself into a series of quick, smooth botafogo steps synonymous with the Samba. The crowd of college kids watched in awe as Lara moved, her legs and body turning, knees bent while twisting and gyrating smoothly to the rhythm. She looked incredible as she moved her legs and rolled her hips in front of him. She was showing off now, and people were staring.

I’m supposed to be studying dance, right? She thought trying to convince herself more than anything.

Will attempted to match her impressive shimmying with moves of his own but it was clear to everyone at that point that she was the professional, carrying an amateur. She stepped away presenting her backside to him and bent forward at the waste about ninety degrees while shimmying and jiggling her entire body. She laughed as she looked over her shoulder, enjoying the look on Will’s face.

Lara straightened up while turning back around to face him. Gliding her hands up her body and into her hair, she began a sexy cruzados walk back towards him. He pulled her close once more as she reached him and she wrapped her arms around his body and one of her legs around his leg.

After snaking herself around him, it was a sight to see as she seductively lowered herself to the ground while maintaining permanent contact with him, one leg around his and the other splayed out behind her elegantly, nearly perfectly flat with the dance floor. After spending several seconds looking up into his eyes lustily from her position beneath him, she smoothly slid back up into a standing pose, his hands still wrapped tightly around her waist.

The song came to an abrupt end as they stared at each other. There came a series of claps, cheers and jeering from the crowd around them as Lara noticed that everyone else had left the dance floor to watch the pair of them perform. One raucous cry of “Get a room!” engendered a chorus of laughs and giggles from the party goers. Lara’s face reddened severely as they both walked back towards the bar where Rob was standing waiting for them with two cups in his hands.

Got a bit carried away there. Need to cool it. I’m fucking parched too.

Lara reached out for one of the cups Rob held but he snatched it back and handed her the other cup while saying, “This ones yours. Opened a new bottle of tequila, especially for you.” She took it and gulped it down.

Yuck, she thought as she swallowed it. It was tequila alright but it tasted funky.

“Your new bottle tastes like shit,” she said, as her face made a grimace. “Other one was better.”

Rob gave Will a knowing look. Will nodded and turned back to Lara and said, “Lenny isn’t back yet. We should have one more dance.”

“No, Will. People will stare after the last one. It’ll be embarrassing,” she said, now finally feeling the usual effects of the drink that had been missing at first, start to hit her as expected.

“No don’t worry, its a slow song. The dance floor has filled back up, see?” he said, as he leaned in placing a hand round her waist and forcefully pointing her towards the dance floor.

He’s right, she thought. The floor had filled back up. And it was a slow song so it wouldn’t require anything fancy.

“Yeah, okay then. One more,” she said as Alan approached them.

“Nice moves, Lara,” he said grinning at her. “Can I get the next dance?”

Lara opened her mouth to say yes when Will cut across her saying, “Next ones taken, Al. Maybe the one after,” he said with a sharp look in Alan’s direction. Alan got the message and went back to his earlier seat to watch.

As Will started to lead Lara back to the dance floor, he turned his head over his shoulder and looked questioningly back at Rob. Rob signalled the number two with his hands and followed it up by opening his mouth and silently miming “About twenty minutes.” Will nodded his understanding as he turned his head back towards the dance floor.

The DJ turned the lights way down, until the dance floor was bathed in shadowy light and began to play a slow, languid beat as Will took Lara into his arms once more. She wrapped her arms around his neck in a comfortable fashion while he placed his hands firmly on her waist. They swayed slowly back and forth, their bodies close, her breasts pressed softly into him as they looked at each other.

“We need to talk about Lenny,” she began as she gazed at him.

“Do we really?” he replied, with a slight smile. “Lenny’s not here,” he said as he let his hands wander over her bare skin. There was plenty of skin considering she was in a bikini.

“Yes but he will be back soon and I want you to be nice,” she said, her breath hitching a little as she felt his hands wander.

“Me? What about you. You haven’t been very nice to me since you got here,” he said while gently massaging and stroking her lower back. Lara’s eyes fluttered as she enjoyed what he was doing. “You accused me of using my good friend, Lenny,” he continued, his fingers digging deeper into her sides and lower back.

“Well, I thought you were. I still think you are. And what do you mean “not nice?” I’m dancing with you, ain’t I? I am always nice. I am a nice person,” she replied with a smile that came off a little dopey.

He leaned forward closer to her ear and whispered, “You could be nicer.”

As he said the word “nicer” he punctuated it by moving his hands down and squeezing her ass through her thin, blue bottoms. When she didn’t pull away, he continued to cup and squeeze, enjoying the feel of her taut but juicy ass.

“We should stop, Will,” Lara said, her breath heavy. “This is getting out of hand.”

“Oh, I think everything is very much in hand,” he sniggered as he groped her ass.

“Lenny won’t be happy,” she said, trying a different tactic to calm him down.

“I’m pretty sure I can take him,” he said as he moved his right hand up to caress her cheek and then hold her chin in his hand.

“Come on, stop playin’ around,” Lara said, slurring her words slightly. “Be nice to Lenny!”

“What’ll you give me if I do?” he asked, a mischievous look on his face.

“Gratitude,” she replied simply.

“And in what position would you be giving me this gratitude? On your knees? On all fours? Face down, ass up?” he said, still holding her face in his hand. She scoffed at his crudeness.

“Dream on, Mister!” she said poking him in the chest playfully.

“Okay, okay. I’ll do it. For a kiss,” he said softly. He moved her face slightly forward with his hand and leaned forward himself. Their lips were inches from each other.

“One kiss?” she replied, her voice breathy.

Without waiting any longer, Will’s mouth claimed hers in a long, deep kiss. She felt his lips on hers, the pressure firm and demanding. The feeling of his tongue diving past her lips and into her mouth. The velvety softness of it as their tongues danced together. Lara’s hands went to his head as she ran her fingers through the dark strands of his hair. She rolled her hips forwards against his crotch as the erotic kiss continued. She could feel the length of him against her. He was hard.

I have to stop this.

She pulled away from him, panting slightly. He smiled down at her. “You strike a hard bargain, Lara.”

With that, he slowly spun Lara around so that she was facing away from him. With one arm draped around her waist, he pressed her back against his chest. She gasped as he used his other arm to hug her hips to him. He gently pulled her ass against his board shorts. Their bodies were completely flush, from top to bottom. He started to grind and thrust in time to the slow song still playing.

Lara’s head lolled back on his shoulder as she started to match his movements. She arched her back and started to roll her hips, grinding back into him. She could feel him much better now than before. The unmistakable feeling of his arousal. He was big. How big she couldn’t be sure but the question lingered in her thoughts. She started picturing it in her mind. What would it look like? Cut or uncut? Would it curve up? To the side? He felt big but would he be the biggest she had ever had? Would she be able to take him?

All this flowed through her mind as she felt his lips on the nape of her neck. His warm breath and soft kisses on her neck sent a wave of goosebumps flowing through her. She was grinding hard into him now, pressing her ass back into him as he pressed forward. She raised her arms up and draped them behind her and around his neck. This action caused her spine to curve, jutting her chest out away from them and towards the night sky. Will took the move as an invitation and immediately slid his hands from around her waist up to her bikini clad breasts. She gasped loudly as she felt his large hands start to maul her tits hungrily. She could feel his fingers sinking into her soft and supple flesh. He kneaded and groped her through her small top like a man possessed.

Jesus fucking Christ, he thought. Perfect. Ten out of ten. Best tits ever.

He moved his hands to concentrate on her hardening nipples. He started to twist and roll them slightly between his fingers.

Fuck, I’m so turned on. I need to get fucked right now, she whined to herself. She loved the attention he was giving her breasts. It always got her so fired up. If not for the darkness of the night and the low lighting mode the DJ had selected, the entire party would have been privy to their erotic encounter on the dance floor. As it was, nobody had noticed. Bar one.

Alan had been laser focused on the pair the entire time from his secluded seat. He was both shocked and ruthlessly aroused at the same time. Watching her dry humping Will made him insanely jealous while at the same time realising that this was crossing the line. She was with Lenny and as much as they might clown on him from time to time, you didn’t do that to a friends girl.

He shook his head as he decided enough was enough. He approached the DJ’s booth and gave the universal sign for “kill it” by swiping his hand across his neck. The DJ nodded and the dialled a nob on his board to slowly kill the song and bring the lights back up.

Alan took the mic from the booth and announced loudly to the whole garden, “Alright folks. The DJ’s time is up so he’s heading home now. Thanks for coming. We’ll see you all on Monday.”

There was a few groans and grumbles as people slowly started making their way out of the garden and towards the front of the house to their cars and to call their Ubers.

With the song ended, and the spell broken, Lara extricated herself from Will’s grasp and half walked, half ran back to the lounger with her purse and phone. She noticed she was a little unsteady on her feet.

What the fuck is wrong with me. I nearly made it with a guy on the dance floor. In public. And not just any guy, the fucker torturing Lenny. I am such a whore.

She felt like if he had ripped her bikini off her, bent her over and started to fuck her brains out, she would have let him. God, his hands on her. The feeling of his dick pressed against her.

She shook her head, trying to clear it. She felt woozy and a little hazy. And so, so horny. She was a little frightened to notice how incredibly turned on she was. She could feel her wetness while just standing there. She had to get home.

An hour, or six with Mr rabbit. That’s what I need. She shivered as she imagined herself on her bed with her favourite toy in hand. Yup. Time to leave.

She fished her phone out of her purse as the guests continued to file out of the garden. Two texts. Both from Lenny.

The first one read, Sorry Lara. Taking longer than I expected. Dave pushed an update to the site without checking with me. I’ve told him before not to mess with it but he never listens. Anyway, going to have to recover from a database backup. Might be another while. Love ya!”

She laughed at the way he had ended the message. Taking his role seriously, it seems. Method acting. The kid is for the birds.

She opened the second, latest message. Lara, hi. It’s me again. Lenny.

Who the fuck else would it be? she mused. She kept reading.

Well the database repair hasn’t gone as expected. The backups I had set up.....don’t exist any more. Apparently Dave thought they were paperweights or something and threw them in the garbage. So I’m going to have to rebuild the site myself. Manually. I’m going to be here all night and probably into next morning. Sorry to ditch you. But you brought your own car, right? Clever girl. RawwRarrrwr. LOL. Anyway, thanks for agreeing to come today and hopefully you filled my pals heads with lots of stories about us. I’ll talk to you tomorrow! Thanks again. XoXoXo.

Lara smiled as she read the message. What a dork. Anyway, it was clear he wasn’t coming back so she would have to make her own way home.

Clever girl, Lenny? Yeah, real smart. Bring your car and then get smashed so you can’t drive home. She shook her head. She’d order an Uber. She opened the app as she walked, somewhat unsteadily, towards the last people at the party. The three boys were seated together on some deck chairs and looked deep in an animated conversation. She caught the tail end of it as she approached.

“.....isn’t cool man. That’s Lenny’s girl,” she thought she heard Alan say to Will.

“Just shut the fuck up and go with it. You’ll be thanking me later,” he responded. But she was far away, their voices were hushed and she didn’t trust her own mind at the moment so she couldn’t be sure if they had said that, said something else, or said nothing at all.

They could be imaginary for all she knew. She started giggling at her own joke, though a little confused as to why. It wasn’t that funny, was it?

“Right, guys. I’m off.”

“Lara, sweetheart,” Will began in a sweet and soothing tone. “You are way too drunk to drive.”

“I know. I’m ordering an Uberz,” she said, not quite pronouncing the name correctly and giggling as she opened the app.

“You’re a bit late. Thirty of our guests just booked them. You’ll be way down the queue now,” Will said, barely suppressing a grin.

She frowned at her phone. He was right. One hour and twenty minute wait time? Fuck that and fuck this suburban shit hole, she thought angrily.

“Don’t worry, Alan is still mostly sober, right Al? He’ll drive you home.”

Alan looked a little surprised but nodded his assent. “Uh yeah. Sure. No problem.” Alan reached out for his keys when Will grabbed his hand, stopping him.

“Of course, we’ll have to wait a while. Everybody is leaving, their cars are still all in the driveway. Plus Ubers are arriving. Alan’s car will be blocked in, right?” Will said sternly towards Alan.

“Yeah. I guess.”

“So that’s the plan! We’ll wait an hour or so until the jam clears and Alan will drive Lara home!” he said as he clapped his hands together as if completing some sort of complex, heist worthy strategy.

“Yeah, okay. Whatever,” Lara replied, taking a seat between the three of them. Rob handed her another drink. She took it.

Not like I’m driving, haha.

She took a few sips and swallowed but didn’t finish the whole cup. “Bloody hell Rob. This stuff is awful. You got a bad bottle of tequila there. Throw that shit away,” she said as she poured the rest of her cup out on the grass beside her.

“Yeah that must be it,” Rob told her. “I’ll do that.”

They all relaxed back into their chairs except Will who positioned himself on the long deck chair behind Lara.

“The fuck you doing?” she slurred slightly as he positioned himself behind her and began massaging her shoulders. His hands felt good so she just sat there as he did it.

Will winked at the two men in front of him from behind her, as he started his massage. “So where were we before Lara interrupted? Ah, yes. Which pornstar has the nicest tits,” he announced. Alan looked at him confusedly. They had discussed this topic before, in fact repeatedly, but not today and certainly not a minute ago.

“Gabbie Carter!” Rob shouted out with a laugh.

“Decent alright and maybe in her prime but man, they are too saggy now. Plus, the tattoos man. Too many. She looks like a fucking road sign at this stage,” Will countered.

“August Ames,” Alan announced next.

They all nodded until Lara chimed in and said, “Hang on, she’s dead. Doesn’t count.” The boys exchanged looks of surprised delight as Lara joined in the little game.

“Good point, Lara. Good point,” Will said as he moved his massage to her lower back.

“May she rest in peace,” Lara said with a bit of a moan as Will hit a sensitive spot on her back.

“Yeah, RIP,” Will said dismissively. “Anyway, what do you think Lara? Who has the nicest tits in porn?” Will asked.

“Autumn Falls,” Lara answered matter of factly. “They are a really nice shape, have very little sag and her nipples are gorgeous,” she finished.

The rest of the group broke out into laughter. “Well, that settles it boys. Discussion over!” Alan said jovially.

Rob decided now was the time to make his move. “Who’s are nicer, do you think guys? Who wins? Ms Falls or Lara here.”

“Lara,” Alan said, a little too quickly. He blushed as Lara smiled at him.

“Yeah, Lara has amazing tits. No question,” Will said as his massaging fingers moved around her sides and began to stroke the softness of her side-boob.

“Damned, right I do,” Lara said grinning widely.

Rob moved in for the kill. “But she’s disqualified, surely?” They all looked up at him. “I mean, Autumn Falls breasts are real.”

The boys looked at Lara to see how she would respond. She didn’t react at first until the implication hit her and her faced turned angry.

“And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Rob held his hands up as if in surrender. “Nothing bad. I mean, they look terrific but they are clearly implants, no?” he said innocently.

“The fucking nerve!” she said, angrily. She stood up off the chair, wobbling a bit, and continued pointing a finger at Rob. “I’ll have you know these are all natural.”

“I mean, If you say so,” Rob said in a quiet voice.

“I do!”

“So prove it,” he said, his eyes lighting up.

“What do you mean?” she asked, warily.

“Take your bikini top off. Then we’ll know because of the way they sit, without support”.

“I’m not getting naked for you, I don’t care what you say,” she shot back.

“Not naked, just topless. Besides, it’s not like that bikini top covers much anyway.” he told her.

Lara looked down at her own breasts, almost as if she had never seen them before. He has a point. They are, like, out there almost anyway.

After a moments hesitation, still standing, she reached behind her and undid the strap. She lifted the thin straps from around her neck and threw her arms forward. The top disappeared into the night somewhere away from them and Lara stood there, hands on hips with her chest out. Will moved from behind her to go join the guys in front so he could get a better look. All three guys were now seated as she posed proudly before them. They all stared with grins on their faces.

“Satisfied?” she said, bouncing on her feet so they would move and ripple in a way that only naturals could.

“They might just be the best set of tits I’ve seen in my life,” Alan said, clearly in awe. Lara gave him a smile and bounced up on her toes again.

“Yeah, they look good but that was never the question. It was if they are real,” Rob said his fingers clasped together like some sort of breast Sherlock Holmes trying to solve a puzzle.

“The slap I give you in a minute will be real enough, fuck-face,” Lara fired at him, her eyes ablaze. Will and Alan laughed at her threat but Rob just stared back at her.

“Wouldn’t change anything. They’d still be fake,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Ask your buddy over there. He copped a good feel on the dance floor. He’ll tell ye they’re as real as.......as real as......as real as something that is definitely real!”

What the fuck is wrong with me. I’m never drinking tequila again. My brain feels like it’s swimming through treacle, she thought to herself.

Rob looked at Will in surprise, having not been a witness to their dance floor date.

Will smiled at both of them and said, “Hey, keep me out of this. I’m boob Switzerland. They did feel great, though Lara,” he said with a wink. Lara smiled at him and attempted a curtsy similar to the one she had done at the start of the day but now it looked more like a wobble as she tried to keep her balance.

“Well I suppose feeling them might prove it one way or the other,” Rob said, still pretending to be deep in thought.

“It might but it’s not happening,” she said smugly. “Sorry boys, but these girls are off limits,” she said as she brought her hands up and palmed her own naked breasts several times. All three boys in front of her just stared. Alan shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he readjusted himself. Even in her current state, Lara noticed and gave him a salacious wink.

“Well, that settles it. Fake unless proven real, in a court of boobs,” Rob declared. Will made a sound and slammed down an imaginary gavel as all the guys laughed. Lara wasn’t laughing though.

“Fine, fine. Here!” she said with a sigh as she walked forward, grabbed Rob’s hands and planted them on her breasts. “Go to town!” she said with an irritable tone.

Rob didn’t need to be asked twice. He groped her bust roughly, feeling the supple flesh expand around his fingers. She had far more than a handful to spare. He took them in both hands and pushed them up and together and let them fall. She gave him a questionable look as they jiggled back into place. He slapped her right breast roughly which elicited a sharp intake of breath from Lara but she didn’t say a word or stop him from his ministrations. After a full minute of groping, she had decided enough was enough and took a step back.

“Now are you satisfied?” she said, her tone one of victory.

“Nope. Still can’t tell,” he responded.

“What the fuck do you mean? You squished em’ and shit for ages. How can you not tell?” she asked, a look of incredulity apparent on her face.

“Well implants these days, you know? Incredible technology. They look real, they feel real. And frankly the human hand isn’t equipped to be able to tell,” Rob said, unable to hide the grin creeping onto his face.

“Well...what is equipped?” she asked, clueless as to what he was talking about.

“The human penis,” he said holding his finger in the air as if lecturing a student.

Lara stared at him for a moment and then burst into laughter. “That is, without doubt, the dumbest thing I have ever heard in my life,” she said between fits of the giggles. “How stupid do you think I am? You aren’t putting your junk anywhere near me,” she stated.

“You doubt my scientific declaration?” he asked.

“Damned right. Hand, penis, whatever. No difference. Real is real.”

Will whipped out his phone and started reading the search results that popped up. “The human hand has thousands of nerve endings,” he said, trying and failing to sound like a scientist dolling out information. “However it is estimated that the foreskin of the average male contains tens of thousands. When combined the head, glans and shaft, this totals far above any other single appendage on the male body.” he finished.

“See? Told ya. You were wrong,” Rob announced with glee.

“This is the dumbest conversation I think I’ve ever had,” she told him. “And I’m not wrong.”

Alan piped up, “Yeah but you are circumcised, you moron. Means you’re down a few thousand nerve endings, genius,” he said, happy to spoil Rob’s party.

“Doesn’t matter, she was still wrong.”

“No I wasn’t.”

“Yes you were, you said the hand has the same.”

“No I didn’t,” Lara said struggling to think back. “I said....I said....wait what did I say?” she wondered aloud her mind foggy and uncooperative. She shook her head again, trying to clear it and said, “Doesn’t matter. I’m still not doing it.”

“Yeah, because you know they are fake and my penis could tell instantly.”

“It could tell they are all natural and nothing else.” she responded, beginning to lose her cool.

“Wanna bet?” he goaded her.

“YOU’RE GOD DAMNED RIGHT I DO!” she shouted, a crazy look in her eyes.

“Did you order the code red?” Will whispered quietly to Alan and they both burst into uncontrollable laughter. Lara hadn’t heard the joke and ignored their antics.

“Name your stakes.”

“Winner get’s these,” he said taking out two tickets from his pocket. She recognised them instantly. Her father was a massive NFL fan.

“Super Bowl tickets?” she looked at him in amazement.

“Yes, Super Bowl tickets. Decent ones too,” he added as he waved the pair around.

Lara stood there, her brain trying to make sense of it all. Rob was a creep, and an ugly one at that. But those tickets were at least five grand. Each. They would make a brilliant birthday present for her dad.

Am I really considering this?

“So how would this bet work exactly?” she asked

“It’s simple. Real tits feel so much better. If I fuck them, they’ll make me cum. Fake ones won’t,” Rob said, committing to his ridiculous bit, even now. “So you make me cum, it proves they are real. You win the bet and the tickets.”

She nodded slowly, her foggy brain trying to keep up. “And If you don’t cum? What do you win?”

“It means they are fake. That’s winning enough for me. Plus, I keep the tickets.” And I’ll have fucked your tits into oblivion anyway, he thought as he grinned at her.

Will smiled at how his friend had maneuvered himself into this situation. Rob had played on her pride in her assets and dangled a carrot in front of her. Of course, Will knew those tickets were from last years game. Rob and Will had gone together to the game, in fact. Rob carried the tickets around to scam people. Monetarily, they were worthless. But Lara didn’t know that. He tipped his proverbial hat to his friend.

“How long are we talking here,” Lara asked, pondering how quickly she could get him off. She felt drunk as hell and knew she wasn’t at her best.

“Three minutes sounds fair. With lube. We can use the sunscreen,” he added.

“Deal”, she said.

She knelt down before him and reached for the sunscreen. She pinched the bottle hard and slathered the creamy liquid all over her spectacular tits. She rubbed it everywhere. Over, under, the sides and generous dollops between them. She wanted every advantage. While she had been doing that, Rob had shorn his shorts and stood before her, his dick pointed at her, in his t-shirt and socks.

She noticed it for the first time as it bobbed in front of her. It was average in length. Probably below average, actually. But pretty thick. Almost like a coke can.

Might make things tougher. Mechanishly.....Meschantily.....MECHANICALLY SPEAKING. Bloody hell my mind feels like mush. She blinked a few times and willed herself to focus on the task at hand. A titfuck. To prove my tits are real. No wait, to win the super bowl tickets. Right. That’s it.

She poured some more sunscreen on his dick and stroked him a few times to rub it along his length. He looked down at her with a sneer as he moved forward and placed his length between her pillowy mounds. She squeezed her tits around him as Will held up his phone.

“Start the clock!” Will announced dramatically.

Wasting no time, Lara started to pump her tits up and down at a ferocious speed, Rob’s dick disappearing between the tight valley she had created. Rob groaned immediately as he felt the incredible feeling of his dick sliding within the heavenly embrace of her cleavage. She pressed her tits tightly together as the soft flesh molded around his hard shaft.

Shouldn’t have suggested so much lube. I might not last long, he thought to himself as he watched the sexy brunette work overtime rocketing her tits up and down his length. Rob groaned again loudly as he watched her work, the feeling almost too much to bear.

With a feeling of satisfaction, Lara switched it up quickly, knowing he was struggling already. She went to her special move. Taking a breast in each hand, she slid her left breast up while sliding her right breast down at the same time. Then, she pulled the left down while moving the right breast up, switching between the motions quickly. The alternating motion felt to him like she was going up and down simultaneously. She was bathing his cock completely in tit flesh. He moaned again, louder this time.

I need to take control here or I’m done. He wanted to come, of course. To coat her from head to toe. And he didn’t give a shit about the tickets. They were worthless anyway. But he felt a need to dominate her. To win their stupid bet. To last the time limit and then cum all over her in victory.

He reached down and removed Lara’s hands from her own tits. He replaced them with his own, mashing them together around his length. He was holding her in place now. She couldn’t move her body up and down on him or move her tits along his length. Lara glanced up at him, a questioning look on her face as he started to thrust into her.

Oh. Okay. That works too.

She simply sat like a statue, her body and chest stationary, as he started to fuck her tits. He kept a firm grip of her tits to hold them in place as he picked up the pace, sliding in and out of her over and over again. She was jostled around a little with the **** of his thrusting as he started to grunt loudly. Lara too, was starting to get a little more vocal as she panted, her breath becoming laboured as he moved relentlessly between her heaving bosom.

She glanced down and noticed that even with his inadequate length, from his current angle, the head of his cock emerged slightly with each forceful thrust, the bulbous crown glistening with a combination of sunscreen and pre-cum. She noticed some beads of sweat trickling down his chest, his fitness failing him as he rutted into the perfect valley of Lara's cleavage.

He’s getting tired. But he won’t let me help, she thought with irritation as his grip on her tits continued. Her mind cast back to yesterday in Lenny’s living room. Her kneeling in front of him as she brought him to orgasm. The same act. Or was it really?

With Lenny, he had merely sat there. She had controlled everything and he had barely thrust at all. She had gotten him off, moving her tits over him with skill and practised ease. This wasn’t the same. Here, she wasn’t giving him a titty fuck. He was fucking her tits. It wasn’t the same thing at all. The lack of control irritated her as he continually knocked her about as he thrusted. She couldn’t use her skills. She was barely a participant, just a warm receptacle.

Rob knew he was close. He had taken control in order to pace himself and it had worked well but he knew he couldn’t last. He either stopped completely, or he came.

Fuck the bet. Here I go...

With a final brutal thrust, Rob hilted himself between Lara's breasts. He groaned, pulled back and started to jerk himself at her face, his hand a blur over his cock. Lara knew what was coming and had no intention of allowing it to happen.

She ducked out of the way and scrambled to her feet as she watched Rob’s cock explode. His seed erupted from the tip and shot into the air. Thick ropes landed on the ground in puddle after puddle as Rob kept working himself to completion. His climax waning, he slowed down as he glanced towards Lara, standing off to the side. He stood there, panting, as dribbles of cum leaked from his spent cock.

“Clean me off, darling?” he asked hopefully.

“Eww, no.” she said a look of disgust on her face. “The day I give you a blowjob, is the day pigs fly, Rob,” she said.

“Oh come on. You moved! It ruined the finish. It’s not a real blowjob. It’s just a bit of cleaning. It’s the least you can do....” he said, pleadingly.

Lara sighed. She had moved. And it wasn’t a real blowjob. He was right.

Fuck it.

She kneeled back down in front of him and took his semi-hard dick into her mouth. She licked a full circle around the head, and into his slit. She then bobbed up and down slowly a couple of times before pulling back, an unpleasant look on her face as he exited her mouth.

“Ugh, I need a drink, right now,” she said tasting the remnants of him on her tongue. Will handed her a drink and she swirled the entire thing around her mouth and then swallowed. The drink tasted just as bad as the last one but it was better than the taste of Rob.

Rob was busy putting his shorts back on as Lara looked at Will and asked, “Well? Who won?”

“Rob lasted the three minutes, I’m afraid. He came at around three and a half,” Will lied as he held up the timer on his phone.

In actuality, Rob had come twenty seconds before the three minute mark, but Will hadn’t stopped the clock and kept it running as Rob had shot his load and as Lara had cleaned him off. He had only stopped the timer when she had asked who had won, giving Rob the time he needed.

“Oh. Oh well,” she said, sounding dejected.

“Yeah so he keeps the tickets I’m afraid. Damned good show though!”

“Yeah,” Rob said, feeling a little more magnanimous towards the gorgeous girl after blowing his load. “You did well. I’ll even admit your tits are all natural,” he said, as if he really cared.

“Thanks, I guess,” she said with a weak smile. She cleaned the mixture of sunscreen and fluids off of her chest with a towel. Satisfied that she was mostly clean, she looked back up again towards Will and asked, “So I don’t win the tickets?” she repeated, as if she hadn’t registered the answer the first time.

Alan who had remained quiet as a mouse during the entire event, gave her a worried stare. What is wrong with her, he thought. Is she really that drunk? Maybe I should just take her home now. They’ve had their fun.

Alan motioned forward and was about to suggest they make a move when Will, who had been eyeing Alan carefully, stepped up to him and whispered forcefully in his ear, “Don’t you fucking ruin this for me.”

Alan gave him a hard stare. I’m not backing down here. I’m taking her home. Now, he thought to himself.

Will noticed the resolve in Alan’s face and switched lanes immediately. “She can go in a minute,” he whispered. “Just follow my lead here. You’ll thank me later....” Will finished, winking at his friend.

“You can have the tickets, Lara!” he said with a beaming smile. Rob and Alan both turned and looked at him.

“Really?” she asked smiling.

“Sure, you’ve been a good sport about our....little boob wager and we all think you’ve earned them! Don’t we, guys?” he asked.

“Sure,” Alan said nodding.

“Well technically she lost...” Rob started in. Will glared at him.

“Yeah sure, why not,” Rob said with a roll of his eyes.

“Great! Oh, thanks guys. My dad will love these tickets. He’s a big football guy,” she said, smiling at the three of them.

“Our pleasure. Only, can we ask you for one more favour?” he asked, giving her a look so innocent, you’d think butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.

“What kind of favour,” she asked, becoming wary. The dancing, the drinking, and the titfucking had riled her up to a point where she was squeezing her own thighs together for relief when she hoped they weren’t watching her. She just needed to get home and fuck herself silly. She was worried she would do something stupid if she didn’t get out of there soon.

“Nothing major, just some help for poor old Alan here,” Will said, looking mournfully towards Alan as if he was dying of a terminal illness. Alan gave him a quizzical look.

Lara gave Alan a long stare. She liked Alan. He had been respectful towards her all day and she got the feeling he was feeling a little left out. She had danced with Will. She had done.....that....for Rob. She recalled he had even asked her to dance earlier and they had never gotten the chance. Plus, he had offered to drive her home.

A gentleman, she concluded. She’d help him if she could. Her latest drink was beginning to kick in. She felt a tingly sensation all over her body as Lara smiled at Alan and sashayed sexily towards him.

“What’s the big drama,” she asked cocking her head to the side in a manner she knew was cute.

“Well, Alan is pledging one of our fraternity’s at college. And they give the pledges these silly tasks to do. A list of embarrassing stuff to prove your metal and to prove you can talk to girls and the like,” Will explained. Lara nodded along. She was familiar with some of the downright silly “challenges” the frats would come up with.

“He doesn’t have to eat tide-pods, does he?” she asked with a worried look on her face. Will and Alan both laughed.

“No, nothing like that. Challenge six is for the pledge to get a photo of a girl on her knees, in front of him staring at his dick in mock shock and surprise, as if she couldn’t possibly take something that big,” Will finished with dramatic flair and feigning a sort of mock scandal, bringing the back of his hand to his forehead.

Lara laughed heartily as she listened. “I get it. No problem, Alan. I can do that for you. Let me be your overwhelmed and eager girl,” she said with a smile as she moved over to Alan and dropped to her knees in front of him.

Alan was delighted at the turn of events. Sure, Will had been mostly telling the truth about the pledge list. But he had embellished a little. Firstly, it didn’t require him to have his dick out, and secondly the girl could be fully clothed. It was just a prank to prove you had at least some game. That you could convince a college girl to pose for a sexy photo. And Lara was nearly completely naked, her tits out with only her tiny bikini bottoms still on. It was way past what was required. But Alan didn’t care. He’d be a legend when they saw what a perfect ten he had gotten for his photo.

And so, he gave Will a glance of gratitude, and unzipped himself, pointing his incredibly hard dick at Lara’s face. He was still noticeably hard from her earlier titfuck of Rob. He had felt uncomfortable during the entire thing, felt like they were taking advantage of the clearly drunk girl, but it had still turned him on so much that he was as hard as a rock.

Lara stared at Alan as he fished himself out and put his dick on full display.

Nice, she thought to herself as she stared. He had a lovely dick. His circumcised head mushroomed out at the tip and he curved slightly up towards her. A really nice size at around seven inches and pretty thick to boot.

My, my, my Mr Alan, she thought, giving him a seductive grin and licking her lips in an act of desire she figured he would appreciate. Lara leaned forward until it was mere inches from her lips, opened her mouth in a gasp and put an exaggerated look of surprise on her face as she stared at it.

“Will this do?” she asked as she mimed **** shock and held her pose.

Alan considered himself a decent guy but he was questioning whether “morals” were worth having as he stared down at the dream in front of him. His desire to just thrust forward and take her there and then as she sat looking at his dick was almost too much too bear. Almost. He held his nerve and looked over at Will who was using his camera to snap shots from different angles. With a few clicks from his phone Will took several photos.

“Oh Lara, you are amazing,” he gushed. “These photo’s are perfect. They’ll blow the chapters head off,” Will said, his choice of words not lost on anyone.

Alan and Lara smiled at each other as Will pressed send on his photo message. Alan was about to zip himself back up when Will gave him a subtle shake of his head. Alan stopped, wondering what Will was about to say or do.

“Damn. Slight problem guys,” Will said dramatically, laying it on a bit thick.

“What’s the matter,” Lara asked, a look of concern on her face. “Are the photo’s no good?”

“Yeah. The chapter head rejected them. He says too many people have been faking them. He needs a photo of the pledge with his dick in the girls mouth,” he said, as if this was a normal request.

Lara balked a little. “Listen guys, I’m up for helping out with whatever mad escappe.....escapadeee.....esc...... whatever mad dare you guys have, but sorry Alan, I’m not going to blow you,” she finished, her addled mind struggling to get out the word “escapade” and simply avoiding it.

“No, no Lara it wouldn’t be a real blowjob. Just a fake one. Just take him in your mouth and hold him a moment for a photo. That’ll surely be enough.”

Alan couldn’t help but grin at Will’s suggestion. It was pure bullshit, of course. Firstly, the chapter head wouldn’t have responded that quickly. Secondly, a dozen guys had all submitted pictures of girls just kneeling and each one had been accepted. Will was just giving him a chance to get his dick wet. And Alan loved him for it.

“Yeah, I’ll just hold it in place Lara. No big deal,” Alan said convincingly.

Lara thought about it for a second. It would only be a moment. Just a picture of a fake blowjob. Not really a big deal. Plus, Alan deserved it.

Why exactly does he deserve it? A small voice spoke up in her mind, but she ignored it. He deserves it, she decided firmly.

Lara nodded and shifted forward. She licked her lips again, this time subconsciously, and slowly wrapped her lips around his head as she took him into her mouth about two inches. As if by instinct, she ran her tongue along him as she held him there, not moving.

Alan suppressed the urge to buck and bury himself in her. She felt so warm and the way her tongue danced over him was sending waves of pleasure through him. Will started to take a couple photo’s as Lara held him in place, her eyes looking up, flitting between Alan and back to Will as if looking for their approval.

After about thirty seconds, she pulled her lips off him at an agonizing pace. “Convincing, yeah?” she asked with a grin on her face.

“I’m convinced,” Alan said with a ragged breath. She giggled at him.

Will then asked her a question that Alan wasn’t expecting. “Can you deep throat, Lara? A photo of you deep throating would be amazing,” he asked, unable to keep the desire from spilling through.

Come on. Almost there, Will thought. His slow game of escalation had been leading to this point.

“Can I deep throat, he says. Pffff,” Lara practically scoffed at the question, as if she were insulted at the notion that she could not. Without a second’s hesitation, she took Alan into her mouth again and dove forward, taking him in, and guided his dick completely down her throat.

Taking him fully to the hilt, her lips now touching his base, she looked up at Alan sexily. Her eyelashes fluttering as she concentrated, she gave Alan a seductive wink as she held him there.

Alan’s groan tore through the night sky, loud enough to be heard by half the neighbourhood. If any residents were to wander out to take a look, they’d see the gorgeous brunette, on her knees taking a dick down her throat with ease.

They’d call the cops, Will thought as he stared at the sight in front of him. Or ask to join in. He turned the camera from photo mode, to video mode and pressed record.

Alan couldn’t resist any longer. He knew he was going to hell but he figured the Devil was a dude. He’d understand. He gently put his hands on the back of her head, and ever so slightly started to move her.

She didn’t resist. Lara’s lips, stretched taut around Alan’s shaft, started to bob up and down at an unhurried pace. Her lips creating a tight sheath around his dick as she started to suck him hungrily, her tongue undulating along his length as she went. He gasped as she teased the sensitive underside with a level of natural skill that few women possessed.

She is amazing. This is already the best head I’ve ever gotten.

She took him deep, all the way down her throat as she felt his penis head push far into her throat once again, now fully encased in her gullet. Alan rocked his hips back and forth, his grip on the back of her head becoming a little less gentle and a bit more demanding. Lara used one of her hands to stroke him while the other went to his balls. She massaged them, heavy and filled with cum. She gently rolled them around her palm as Alan continued to thrust into her.

Lara couldn’t quite remember why she was doing this. All notions of the “photo” had been lost. When she had taken him deep, she had just acted on instinct and started to blow Alan.

Gotta please the customer, her foggy mind told her. Gotta keep Dave happy to keep my job.

Back and forth. Up and down. Her head bobbing, her hair flowing to one side as she serviced him. As she did her job. She sucked hard.

Gotta get him off. Customers expect to get off.

Lara’s pace was fast and unrelenting. Her lips tight against his shaft. Her throat relaxing to take absolutely all of him. Her tongue dancing around the underside, lapping at his frenulum every time she pulled back.

Lara was putting on a show again. She was making pleasing “Mmm” sounds as if tasting something delicious. She bobbed and sucked. She sucked him to her maximum, her cheeks hollowing to an obscene level as though she were trying to suck the very soul out of him. She also started talking dirty to him.

“Feed me that cock. I want your cum. Give me your load.”

It had the desired effect. Alan was now aggressively pumping into her, his penis pistoning in and out of her at a fast pace. She was moaning and groaning along with him, the vibrations of her moans vibrating down his length, heightening the sensations.

I’m gonna blow...

Lara could feel the telltale signs. The throb and pulse of him against her tongue and how his thrusts became more **** and ragged. His balls tightened as his release neared.

Gotta swallow. Customers expect to cum down my throat. Gotta be a good girl.

She redoubled her efforts, bobbing quicker and stroking with one hand to complement her mouth. She added a twist on the downstroke as she devoured him over and over. Lara took her free hand and brought it to her own wetness. She pushed the garment aside and stuck two fingers inside. Such was her arousal from the day, her orgasm approached almost immediately at the exquisite feeling.

Alan let out a guttural sound as he came. Hard. Harder then he ever had before. He jerked and spasmed as his cum erupted from his tip, into her willing mouth and down her throat. She pulled back and held just the head in her mouth while she stroked him, and herself. She added a third finger, pushing hard inside herself. She swallowed all of him, nursing his cock as her own orgasm hit her. The walls of her pussy contracted around her own fingers, clamping down on them as pleasure tore through her entire body. The release she had been craving finally arriving.

The sounds of both their pleasure filled the air. The lewd squelching of her sucking and slurping only punctuated by their gasps and moans as the pair climaxed together. Lara continued to moan around him, her fingers rubbing between her thighs as she gulped down Alan’s release, milking him dry as she rode out her own orgasm.

Alan stopped pumping as his cock gave a few last twitches. She slowly pulled her mouth off of him, and licked his now spent and softening cock. She cleaned him off with a few tender licks and then leaned back, a contented look on her face.

Will couldn’t help but stare at her. Her eyelids low, panting slightly, with her hair disheveled. I think she got herself off at the end there. Look at her! What a complete slut. She looks like she has been properly fucked! Well, she’s about to be. Alan has had his fun. I’m going to rail that bitch until she screams my name.

Alan tucked himself away. It had felt so good. The best ever. She was simply incredible. But now that it was over, the shame started to hit him. The dreaded post-nut clarity. The most honest moments a man could have with himself.

He had used her. She was clearly in no right state and he hadn’t cared. He had taken advantage of her for his own gain and as he looked at her sitting there in front of him he felt a strong sense of revulsion at his own actions. He had promised to take her home. Instead, he had shoved his dick down her throat.

I’m a complete scumbag. The nerve of me to lecture Will. I’m no fucking better. He couldn’t look at her right now. The shame wasn’t going away. He needed to go splash some water on his face and get to grips with his shocking lack of judgement.

“Let me....let me go hit the head for a minute. Then I’ll take you home, Lara,” Alan said quietly as he walked into the house towards one of the bathrooms. Lara simply nodded at him.

“Can I have a drink, Will?” Lara asked as she unsteadily got to her feet. Will reached over to where Rob was sitting and took another cup from him.

Will handed the cup to her. Lara took some into her mouth, swished it around a bit and spit it out, cleaning out her mouth. Rob and Will exchanged looks and then Will said, “You should finish that before you leave. Actually, bring the rest of that with you. Let’s go inside the house while we wait for Alan to freshen up and drive you home.

She simply nodded and started to sip on the drink as the pair flanked her, guiding her into the spacious living room. They sat her down on the couch as she finished her drink. The three of them sat in a row on the luxurious couch, Lara in the middle with Rob to her left and Will to her right, almost trapping her.

Rob raised his hand to her thigh and slowly started to massage it. From the other side, Will used one hand to resume his back massage from earlier. She leaned back into the sofa, relaxing.

“Feels good,” she murmured.

Rob unzipped himself, semi-erect already having recovered from his earlier tryst. He placed Lara’s left hand around his dick and slowly directed her to start stroking. Will reached out and started to massage her right breast, and began to play with her nipple.

“Ugh....” Lara moaned feeling Will’s expert hands play with her rock hard nipple. Rob took his own hand away, as she started to jerk him off of her own volition.

Gotta keep the customers happy. Need the job. Need the money. Can’t let Dave be angry with me.

Rob groaned as her soft fingers stroked him expertly. He looked over at Will and the pair grinned at each other. Will moved his hand away from her breast. He rested his hand above her knee and gave a soft squeeze. He then slowly slid his hand up her thigh, his fingers grazing the edges of the bikini bottom fabric. As if operating on instinct, Lara parted her legs slightly, giving him better access. Will’s eyes lit up with desire as he cupped her mound. He could feel the dampness through the material.

She is fucking soaked. What a complete slut.

He pushed the flimsy fabric to the side and started to stroke along her folds with a delicate, light touch. Lara’s head lolled back against the couch as Will teased her. He then pushed them forward. Lara let out a high pitched gasp as his fingers entered her. Will quickly followed this by finding her clit and starting to massage the sensitive nub with the tips of his fingers.

“Guuh,” Lara moaned, an incomprehensible sound as a jolt of pleasure ran through her. Her voice, wracked with pleasure, echoed loudly around the room. She wasn’t able to contain herself. She started to buck her hips against him as he started to move his fingers in and out, fingering her faster in a steady rhythm. Lara’s arousal grew as Will caressed the most sensitive, intimate parts of her.

She’s ready, I think, Will thought with a satisfied look on his face.

He looked over to Rob who’s eyes were closed, enjoying the feeling of Lara’s hand as she jerked him. Will gave him a punch on the shoulder to get his attention. Rob’s eyes snapped open and looked at Will in irritation.

“What the fuck, man?” he whispered over to Will.

“Go check on Alan. We don’t want to be interrupted and you know what he’s like....” Will whispered back. Rob nodded in understanding. He continued to sit there for several more moments, enjoying Lara’s ministrations until Will punched him again.

“I’m going, I’m going,” he said as he extricated Lara’s delicate hand from his groin and hopped up off the couch. He headed towards one of the many bathrooms to look for Alan. The house had several. He hoped he’d get lucky and find him soon.

Don’t want to miss my turn.

He found him in the third bathroom, one of the en suites. Rob opened to door to find Alan, seated on the closed toilet, head lolled back and snoring his head off. Rob sniggered as he watched him.

Boy’s got no stamina. He’s always a one and done. Rob closed the door carefully and quietly, and headed back towards the living room where his latest whore was waiting for him.

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As Rob had left the room, Will had wasted no time. He removed his fingers from inside Lara, and leaned forward to pull her panties down her legs. She just sat there as he did so. She was now fully naked except for her heels. He leaned back down into the couch cushions and turned towards her.

“Say Lara,” he began. “Remember that photo we took for Alan? For his pledge challenge? Well, I’m not pledging this year but I might next year! Would you mind taking a similar photo for me? Just in case I need it,” he finished, happy with his story.

Lara looked at him and blinked a few times. She hadn’t quite followed what he had said.

“Wha?” she asked dumbly.

“Just get on your knees, sweetie.” Will commanded her simply. She nodded and slid awkwardly off the couch and sat before his crotch, on her knees. He shifted up as she pulled his shorts down and took them off. Her eyes widened as big as saucers as she saw what was in front of her. She had been right, earlier. He was big. No, he was fucking massive. She gazed at the dick in front of her, her mind hazy but still cogent enough to marvel at it’s magnificence.

She had seen a fair few dicks in her young life. More still, during the last couple of weeks. Professional hazard. She knew porn gave an unrealistic idea of size among the general population. The vast amount of men fell between the four to six inch mark. The idea that every second guy had a monster porn dick was ridiculous, and she knew this from experience. But this. This was the biggest dick she had ever seen in real life. Insanely thick and easily nine inches. Maybe ten. And the size of his balls. How much would he come? He could drown her.

Will looked down with a sneer as he watched her mouth water at the sight of him. They always react the same way.

She continued to stare at it. Lara was a master of giving head. She knew this. Admittedly, most women thought the same and would respond with the ridiculous statement that, “Well, I’ve never had any complaints!”

Lara found the notion ridiculous. As if any man would ever complain. A subpar blowjob was still a blowjob and a lack of complaint was not an indicator of skill. Communication was key in this area and men were just happy to get one. They would shut up and accept whatever was on offer. So most women had pretty poor technique and never learned to improve, thinking they didn’t need to improve. Lara had the track record of boyfriends and satisfied customers to prove her talents. But even with her confidence in her skill, she had doubts about whether she would be able to tame this beast.

Lara wasn’t lucky enough to escape having a gag reflex. She had merely trained herself to resist it. Gagging on this monster was almost a guarantee. Luckily she realised, she didn’t have to.

A photo, or something? Right? She leaned forward kissed the head, lavishing it with wet kisses and licks. She then took about four inches into her mouth and looked up at him.

Where’s his phone? What about the picture? She drew back off of him and gave him a confused look. Will just smiled and started talking.

“Remember earlier? When we figured the best way to find out if your boobs were natural? Do you remember that Lara?”

She blinked slowly at him. “Um, sort of. Yeah?” she answered dopily, not quite believing her own words.

“Good. Tell me Lara, are your lips natural?”

She stared up at him digesting the question. Finally understanding, she replied “Um yeah. I don’t put any filler in my...” she stopped mid sentence. Even in her current stupor she had realised what he meant. And what his intention was.

“Lets find out!” he shouted and he slammed her face down on his cock, burying himself into her mouth.

Will grunted as he rammed into her. Lara struggled as he pushed himself down her throat, his dick demanding entrance deeper than any had reached before. She swatted at him with her hands in a panic as inch after inch disappeared into her mouth. She fought against her gag reflex and willed her throat to relax, praying he was almost fully in. And he was.

Will looked down at her with a look of surprise, his entire length down her throat.

That’s so fucking rare. This bitch is just built different.

Lara had regained some composure as she realised that, she could in fact, take him. She **** herself to breathe through her nose as she acclimatized to the invader in her throat. Will grabbed a large, painful tangle of her hair. He didn’t care if he hurt her. He then directed her back and forth, maintaining the deep throat as he did it.

She struggled to take him in and out as he started to rock his hips in time with her grasped head, the head he had full control over. He was stretching her throat in a way that was uncomfortable, but tolerable. Just. He held her in place now as he fucked her face. Alternating between long and shallow thrusts, he fucked into her with glee etched all over his face.

Lara gagged and sputtered around his length. Around his thickness. Tears streaming down her face as she fought the urge to retch. Part of her wanted to do this, and do it well. Not to please him, but to prove that she could do it. Her competitive drive hadn’t disappeared despite all the day and night had brought. His cock was immense, but she knew she could take it.

Will kept using her as he started to talk. “Take that cock, you bitch. I’ve been waiting to do this all fucking day. Who the fuck do you think you are, huh? Stuck up, cunt. Coming into my house. Trying to give me orders. Telling me what to do? I don’t think so!” he said as he fucked her face without mercy or care.

“Now, you know your place. On your knees like the whore you are servicing a man’s cock. My cock. The best cock!” he groaned as he rifled into her.

She hadn’t heard him through the obscene sounds coming from her throat. An audible gluck-gluck-glack-glurk. She was being used and she knew it. She was a warm, wet hole. He didn’t care if she choked or passed out from lack of air. He’d probably keep going. She hated it. But reluctantly, she had to admit that a small part of her enjoyed it. Enjoyed being used. The brutality of it.

Will was panting now with the effort of slamming her down over and over while thrusting off the couch into her. Lara considered what would happen when he came, thinking back to those massive balls. She doubted she would be able to swallow him all. What if he didn’t let go though?

These thoughts flashed through her mind as Rob re-entered the room. He laughed as he watched Will fuck her face. Will looked up to see Rob come back in and slowed his domination of Lara’s mouth a touch.

“Alan?” he asked him.

“Dead to the world,” Rob said with a grin.

Will nodded and pulled Lara off of his cock. He grabbed her and stood the pair of them up off the couch and moved her backwards towards the middle of the room. She moved to take her heels off and resume kneeling for him but he stopped her.

“No! Leave them on,” he commanded. With that, he grabbed her head and brought her mouth back onto his dick. She was standing now, bent forward at the waist with her mouth on him. She gasped in surprise as she felt something enter her. Rob had approached her from behind, grabbed her hips with his hands and aggressively pulled her onto his cock. He started to fuck her pussy with deep, low grunts.

He wasn’t large. He didn’t fill her but it felt amazing to have a cock inside her at last. The two men looked at each other as they spit-roasted her. They laughed and leaned forward to high-five as they fucked her together.

Will was still thrusting, violating her mouth and plunging down her throat. She was starting to get dizzy. The combination of what she had drank tonight and their rough treatment of her was having an effect. She thought she might collapse or throw up. Or both.

She was saved from this feeling as Will decided to remove himself from her throat. Lara made a loud Glaaack sound as he pulled her head off of his cock. She gasped for air and tried to recover.

“Let’s swap,” he said, as he and Rob switched places. Rob pushed his dick into her mouth without hesitation. She let him in and resumed bobbing her head, this time with the much easier to handle cock. She sucked him as deep as he wanted, with relative ease. The challenge he posed miniscule in comparison to before. It was almost a relief to give a normal blowjob again.

Rob looked down at her as she blew him. Thinking back to her earlier comment, he smiled as he said, “Hey Lara. Look up at me.” Lara slowly raised her eyes to meet his. “I guess pigs can fly after all!” he said with a guffaw, and he and Will burst out laughing.

Da fuckz he talkin’ bout? Lara thought to herself, her slow mind blanking from her earlier taunt about the chances of her ever blowing him. Whatever it was he had meant, she was feeling better than before. She could handle him a lot more easily. She barely had to deep throat at all.

Better, she thought to herself. But she hadn’t considered the other side of the equation regarding their swap. Will was about to remind her.

Will positioned himself behind her, and guided himself to her dripping pussy. She could sense something nudge against her entrance. It felt thick. Lara took her mouth off of Rob’s cock in distraction. Will started to push forwards slowly.

“Ooh....” she moaned as she felt him enter her. Will pushed his rigid shaft past her entrance, deeper into her.

“Ooh!” she moaned louder and longer. His huge dick stretched her as he continued his slow thrust forward. Her walls expanded around him as she struggled to accommodate him. His length and girth different to anything she had ever had before. Lara experienced massive pleasure mixed with searing pain as more and more of him disappeared within her.

Finally, with a small thrust he was fully inside her. He had bottomed out. He remained still for a moment, allowing her a second. Not out of any feelings of concern for her, but merely as part of his routine. He had grown accustomed to starting slow over the years. If he didn’t go slow, they might bleed and that was messy.

Don’t wanna fuck up the carpet, he thought callously to himself.

“OOH!” her loud cry echoed around the room. She was almost impossibly full. Rob impatiently **** her mouth back on his cock as Will started to fuck her, starting slow with the plan to steadily pick up the pace as she got used to him. The first roll of his hips was careful and calculated. It drew a muffled moan from Lara, her mouth full with Rob’s dick now back where he thought it belonged.

Will picked up some speed as Rob resumed fucking her face. Her body rocked backwards and forwards as the pair of them used her. She had never been spit-roasted before. The very idea had never even occurred to her. She had figured it was something that only existed in porn and inside the minds of men. What woman would ever agree to such a thing?

The thought was short lived as she approached her second orgasm of the evening. Her climax arrived with a surprising swiftness. She started to tense up. Her entire body buzzed with an incredible feeling as the orgasm washed over her. Her pussy pulsed and contracted around Will’s cock as she felt wave after wave of bliss shoot through her. Will groaned at the feeling.

Fucking hell. It feels like her pussy is actually trying to milk me dry!

As she started to come down from her orgasm, she suddenly noticed how sore she was. It felt like Will was smashing her cervix, her back hurt from being bent over, her jaw was tired and her legs felt they might give out at any moment. With her legs wilting and tired, she wasn’t sure she could maintain this position. Fortunately for her, Rob was nearing his finish.

“I’m going to come soon and this time you aren’t going to fucking roll away. You are going to take what I give you and you are going to like it,” he snarled with a nasty look on his face. When she didn’t immediately respond he slapped her hard on the face.

“Answer me, bitch!” he growled.

“Yeah, yeah,” she told him, her cheek stinging from the slap. “I’ll swallow it all.”

“Damned fucking right you will,” he said as he grabbed her head and went to town.

It was hard to ignore the feeling of Will still inside her but she tried to focus on getting Rob off. He wasn’t big enough to stroke and suck at the same time so she rested his tip on her lips and jerked him hard and fast, occasionally taking him in quickly to the hilt and then back out again to resume the stroking with her hand. This action brought him to the edge quickly and he leaned his head back and his orgasm elicited a somewhat effeminate sounding scream.

“FUCK!” he shouted, his voice breaking, as he came. She did what she was told and took him into her mouth as he finished. His orgasm didn’t last long and was frankly kind of pathetic, she thought. Clearly, he hadn’t quite recovered from his earlier titfuck. A couple of spurts and he was done.

Lara dutifully swallowed it all. She looked up at him, opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue as if to show him she had obeyed.

Why the fuck did I just do that? I never do that.

Rob took a few steps backward and collapsed back onto the couch, completely spent. Lara’s legs finally gave out and she lurched forward onto the floor, Will slipping out of her. Now on her hands and knees, Will followed her to the carpet floor, joining her on her knees and positioning himself behind her to fuck her doggy-style.

Lara felt momentary relief in her weary legs as she lay on the floor, panting. It was short lived though as Will’s hands once again grabbed her hips and yanked her back onto his cock. He wasn’t gentle this time. He wasn’t slow. He pistoned into her with powerful thrusts. The room filled with the obscene sounds of moaning and slapping flesh on flesh. Lara could feel his balls slap into her over and over as they battered her.

He leaned forward and took a strong fist of hair and pulled back hard. She winced as her head snapped back towards him, now arching herself to try and get more comfortable. The attempt was in vain. Lara could feel the ridges of his cock along her walls as they fluttered and spasmed around him. She was coming again. And it felt like Will was about to as well.

Will had picked up the pace and he knew he was approaching the finish. He slammed into her with renewed zeal, droplets of sweat from his exertion flying around the room. He looked like a man possessed as he hammered into her. He let go of her hair and Lara dove forward, onto her hands as her face melded into the thick carpet. Will looked down at her. She was now face down and ass up before him. The visual sent him over the edge.

With a bellowing roar, he started to come. He hilted himself inside her as far as he could go and released his seed with a flash of pleasure, flooding her. Lara’s cunt clamped down hard on him. She could feel the cum rushing through her. The heat of it was shocking and she could feel the ropes of burning hot cum splash through her as they came together. A scream of ecstasy could be heard throughout the house as Lara lost complete control. Her body shook and she shuddered as indescribable pleasure washed over her.

Will was still emptying into her, grunting as he did so. He hadn’t come all day and he figured he could set a record if they were to measure how big his load was. Lara had peaked and was now experiencing the aftershocks of her climax as Will’s ejaculation was finally, mercifully, beginning to subside. He thrust into her slowly a couple more times as he emptied the last of his seed inside.

He finally pulled out with a grunt. The air felt cold and harsh against his penis and he felt the desire to return it to her warm and inviting sex but Lara collapsed forward away from him and he thought better of it.

Lara was exhausted. They had used and debased her. She knew she should feel all sorts of emotions. Disgust. Or shame. Or perhaps anger. But she was simply too tired to care. She curled up in a ball on the soft carpet, and instantly fell asleep.

Will wiped his dick clean on Lara’s bikini bottoms, put his shorts back on and joined Rob on the couch. They sat there, basking in their nights work as they relaxed.

“An eight?” Rob asked, turning towards his friend.

“Na dude. A nine. Easy.” Will replied.

“Really? But what about the girl from Austin when we...”

“Better,” Will replied simply.

“The Swedish chick after Rick’s bachelor party where...”

“Better,” Will said again, with certainty in his voice. “She was better than the lot of them.”

They sat there staring at her sleep for a few more minutes when Will finally stood up and said, “Right, I’m shattered. Better get on with it. Who’s turn is it?” he asked.

“Mine,” Rob said grouchily. Will chuckled and headed towards the comfort of his own bed.

“Clean her up a little and dress her. It’s not like she has much clothes so do it fucking properly this time,” he warned his friend as he left.

“I know....I know...” Rob said as he went to pick up the sleeping girl. He carried her, with difficulty, into the spare bedroom and deposited her gently on the bed so as not to wake her.

She ain’t waking up anyway, snorted Rob.

He left her for a moment and went outside in search of her bikini top, purse, and coat. When he had collected all three and combined them with her soaked bottoms, he returned to the room. He gave her body a quick wipe down, clearing some of the sweat from her and the leaking cum from between her legs. He really, really hated that part.

He carefully put her top and bottoms back on her and placed her coat over her sleeping frame. He opened her purse and deposited something inside. Leaving her purse within reach, he gazed at the satisfactory job he had done.

None of this was out of empathy. Will and Rob had learned through many encounters, nearly identical to this one, that if a girl woke up naked on the floor full of jizz, that they tended to panic, whether they could remember anything or not. It caused a scene. This way, she’d wake up in a bed with all her stuff and was more likely to just flee in embarrassment. If she did remember anything and create a fuss, well, Will had the video of her blowing Alan with gusto.

The video was important. One, it would prove she was a willing participant in at least part of it. And two, these cunts always had boyfriends. Or fathers. And the idea of their loved ones seeing their little angel on her knees taking cock usually put an end to any such notions they had. The video was an important piece of insurance.

“A nine....” he repeated to nobody in particular as he turned to leave and head towards the guest bedroom. “Maybe. Maybe....”

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Lara awoke with a start as she heard a lawnmower from somewhere in the neighborhood. Her mouth was dry and her throat felt raw. Her jaw ached and she could feel a stiffness in her legs, as if she had been running marathons. Where was she? Her eyes scanned around the strange bedroom.

What am I doing here?

Her mind raced as she reached for the last thing she remembered.

A party. Lenny’s party. Of course. She had joined Lenny at a gathering while pretending to be with him. What else? She remembered dancing. And drinking. Apparently lot’s of drinking, she mused as her head spun. She shifted up in the bed and groaned in pain at the sudden movement. Her pussy ached. She had definitely had sex.

I fucked a man. She winced in pain as she stood up. Or a god damned tree.

She moved towards the bathroom that was attached to the bedroom she was in. She looked at herself in the mirror and barely recognised herself, almost as if it was somebody else looking back at her. Her hair was a complete mess of tangles. Her eyes were droopy with bags under them and her skin looked pasty while also appearing blotchy somehow.

You aren’t even a hot mess. Just a complete mess.

She took some water from the sink and drank it eagerly. She then sat down to pee. It hurt coming out for some reason. She stood back up to wash her hands and tried to remember more.

I was here. With Lenny. Where is Lenny, anyway? Did he leave me here? She tried to focus her mind. I met his friends. Alan.....Rob.....and Will?

With that thought she had a visceral, perhaps pavlovian reaction. She turned around in a flash and dived towards the toilet. She vomited straight into it. Once she had evacuated the contents of her stomach, she sat hunched over the toilet. Spitting profusely as she tried to clear her mouth, she realized how shitty she felt. She felt like she had been poisoned.

Fucking Tequila. Never again.

She washed her hands and face, put her coat back on and grabbed her bag. She left the confines of the guest bedroom and wandered through the strange house. She went from room to room until she reached the kitchen and saw a man sitting there, eating cereal. He looked up in surprise when he saw her.

“Lara? Your still here?” Alan asked, surprise etched on his face.

Her mind blanked as she stared at his face. Eventually, a memory fired. “Alan?” she said, questioningly. He looked worried that she hadn’t recognised him.

“Glad you remembered me. Some night, huh?” he said.

“Er, yeah.” she replied back.

It would be. If I could remember it.

“I think I may have driven here with my car. Could you help me find it?” she asked, pleadingly.

“Sure thing,” he said hopping off the stool. He led her outside and down the long driveway until they spied her VW Beetle, still parked in the same spot.

“Is this yours,” Alan asked.

“Yes.” She turned to him and continued. “Alan, I know we don’t know each other...er...well, but I really don’t think I’m feeling well enough to drive. I know it’s a big ask, but would you mind dropping me home? I’ll pay for your Uber back,” she added quickly.

Alan responded immediately, “Forget the money for the Uber. It’s the least I could do, Lara. Get in. I’ll drive,” he said confidently. She smiled weakly at him in thanks as they got in and he took off towards the highway. Lara had hoped that the air rushing through her hair and face would make her feel better. It didn’t.

The ride back was quiet. She got the feeling Alan wanted to say something but he never did. As they pulled up to her apartment complex and the GPS announced their arrival, Alan turned off the engine and placed the keys into Lara’s purse.

“Thanks, Alan.”

Alan hesitated before saying, “Listen Lara, I feel the need to come clean about something from yesterday. The Fraternity pledge thing? Well to be perfectly honest, we weren’t exactly..”

Lara cut him off. “Listen Alan, can we have this talk another day? I really just want to get inside, have a shower and then sleep for a month,” she told him.

“Sure, sure Lara. We’ll talk again soon.”

She smiled at him, her first genuine smile of the day and grabbed her purse and headed towards the entrance. Alan started walking away with his phone in his hand, likely sorting out his trip back. Lara approached the entrance to the building and searched for her keys in her purse. She found them. But found something else as well.

Why do I have Super Bowl tickets in my purse? She looked closer. And why the fuck are they a year out of date?