Go with Felicity

"That sounds like fun," you say, staring down at her ample cleavage. "What've you been up to tonight?"

"Eugh," Felicity says. "Too much. I've been running around plugging holes all night."

"Plugging holes, huh?" you say.

Felicity punches you in the arm. "Don't be gross," she says. "I'm not like you guys, I don't run around like a bunch of horny children when I'm supposed to be working." She opens the door to the back. "Want a smoke?" She slaps out a cigarette from the pack she keeps in her cleavage.

"I'm good," you say, leaning against the wall next to her. You angle your body so that she is forced to look at you while she smokes.

The cool air is a little awkward for a moment. Felicity takes long, deep drags from her cigarette. "So I noticed you were trying to hide something in your pants before I came to talk to you," she says. "What was that about."

You blush. How long had she been watching you? Whatever, it's not like Felicity cares. She's always too busy with her own shit to really care about gossip.

You fill her in on the bet that Alice made with John, as well as the fact that John had just finished hooking up with Daphne before you came out back.

"Wow," she says. "I thought Alice was smarter than that. That's pretty dumb, I wouldn't blow John for anything, even if it gave me a shot at never having to put up with him again." She drops the cigarette and puts it out with her stiletto. "But I don't understand why that got you hard."

You laugh. "You don't think it's a little hot? Alice having to suck John off? I mean, I'm all for respecting women, but a little humiliation is pretty hot."

Felicity scoffs. "Wow, perv," she says. "Isn't Alice your best friend?"

"Yeah," you say. "The number of times I've jacked off to her is crazy."

"Alright, I guess I'll admit I can sort of see what you mean. Blowjobs are always pretty hot, no matter who's involved." It looks like Felicity is pushing her tits up at you. You remember something you once heard Frank say when he was really drunk: The bigger girls are always better at giving head.

"Oh yeah?" you say. You unbuckle your belt slowly and undo the button on your fly. "Prove it."

Felicity keeps a straight face. "I thought I told you I don't fuck around like the rest of you do."

Your eyes boggle. Fuck, did you totally misread this? You start to do up your belt again, looking like a total fool. "Fuck, sorry, I--"

Felicity is on her knees in a flash, much to your surprise. "I don't," she says. "But I need to relieve some stress. Hold my hair up." She bunches her bouncy blonde curls into a bun and grabs your hand, putting it on top of her head. You do as she says, keeping a tight hold on her hair.

Your pants and boxers are pulled down at once and your quickly-hardening dick is in Felicity's mouth. She takes the whole length into the back of her throat and starts pushing her face forward at a ridiculous speed. You're rapidly losing your mind and forced to consider whether this is the best blowjob of your life. The complexity of the movement of her tongue as she gags and chokes herself on your dick is making your brain fall apart.

You're forced to look away from the gorgeous curvy woman sucking you off to keep yourself from blowing your load. You look over your shoulder just in time to see the back door of the club opening again. You panic for a second until you recognize the people coming from the door.

Holy shit, it's Alice and John. Apparently he found her and told her about his achievement. The surprising thing, though, isn't that they're together-- it's that she's making out with him. She looks really into it, too.

It's kind of hot. It looks like you might get your cake-- seeing Alice suck off John-- and eat it too, by having Felicity use her expert skill on your dick.

Alice presses John up against the brick wall of the alleyway behind you so that her back is to you. Somehow it seems like she hasn't noticed you, and Felicity hasn't noticed the newcomers, either. Without saying a word, Alice peels off her sweater and then her white button-down shirt, throwing them aside so that she's left in her black bra and blue tie. She gets down on her knees in her tights and her skirt. You make eye contact with John, and he puts a finger to his lips in the universal sign for quiet.

You watch over your shoulder, still reeling from the euphoria of having Felicity's lips on your dick, as Alice begins to stroke John's penis and then take it into her mouth.

This is so hot.