Want to support CHYOA?
Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)

Chapter 3 by Durtal Durtal

Afterwards . . .

At the party.

Sitting at a table in the club two hours later, John sipped an apple martini while Ariel, Robin, and her other friends chattered about the hot male dancers. There were three of them, up on a stage across from their table, and they were currently dancing to the tune of some pulsating techno song while they slowly freed their sweaty (or perhaps just oiled) limbs from the confines of their clothes. One was a brawny black man, his bald head shining in the spotlights, while the second was taller, but just as ripped. The third stood out as different: slender, but fit, with long black hair. The brooding romance novel type.

John shifted in her chair, a bit uncomfortable. The red dress Ariel had recommended clung to John just as much as Ariel's green cocktail dress, but for slightly different reasons -- John wasn't really built properly for ordinary clothes. Though she was of average height, and had a slim waist and little body fat, she had the perfect hourglass shape -- huge 34DD breasts, wide hips, and a round ass. Since no one else in her family was shaped that way, John had always wondered if she was adopted, but then again she shared her pale skin and reddish brown hair with her brothers and sister.

John considered her body a curse, since clothes in America were generally not made for skinny-but-curvy girls -- odd, since that was sort of the impossible ideal for American women. Men did seem to like her shape, anyway, but ever since Cindy Loughlin had called her a slut in high school just because she had boobs and Cindy didn't, this thought had not provided all that much solace. She always joked about getting a breast reduction, but her boyfriend would probably commit harikari if she ever went through with it.

In fact, the last time they had slept together, he had finished by fucking her tits until he cummed all over her chin and neck. It was a fond memory -- almost a month ago now. God, Ariel was right; she did need to get laid.

John was broken out of her reverie by Ariel suddenly shouting in her ear. "HEY!! Want a lap dance?!"

What does John respond?

Want to support CHYOA?
Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)