The part that uses our futa parts

Given the dancing pole set up in the center of the room and the way things had proceeded up to this point, what happened next ought not to be any surprise: Charlee removed both hands from the pole, then hooked them under the ODD tee she'd put on earlier. I watched with eyes nearly as wide as my glasses as she pulled it off and over her head; what did I expect to see underneath? Something lacy white number, fit for a pure angel of a woman like I imagined her to be? Something racy and black, fit for the newly seductive face she was putting on? What I saw was something totally unexpected: a gold-colored bikini, nearly matching the blonde of her hair, with a sparse triangle of shiny fabric over each breast and a zipper lining each, to let the nipples out if one was so inclined. If I had anywhere else to direct my attention, I'd do a double-take, but instead, I found myself staring dumbly.

The Princess knocked me out of my stupor by approaching me from behind and slapping one hand down upon my shoulder. "You too," she reminded me; I couldn't see her face, but I could picture her icy stare.

That image spurred me into action, as I clumsily imitated Charlee's motions and yanked the shirt over my head. I found it got stuck there for a moment, causing the audience to chuckle as I writhed around blind with my plain, barely-filled white bra showing. By the time I finally pulled my noggin free, my hair was a frizzy mess, and I tossed the ODD shirt down onto the floor so irritably, I wanted to stomp on the logo when I was finished. I'd lost whatever goodwill had just been generated by seeing Charlee's pretty, model-like figure in lewd lingerie.

Perhaps eager to invigorate me again, or perhaps simply anticipating the next reveal as much as the braying audience was, Charlee placed one hand onto the pole and began to stretch out the front of her tight-fitting exercise shorts, while watching my eyes and biting her lower lip. "Katsumi... you see what I was trying to warn you about now, right?" she questioned, tilting her eyebrows as if begging me for something, while swiveling her hips back and forth so hypnotically that I struggled against an urge to bend forward and look into the hole she'd created between the hem of the pants and what must lay beneath.

To be honest, my head was completely clear of thoughts, and I couldn't recall to mind any kind of warning. In fact, as I waited for her to expose her ODD agent's badge, so to speak, I could barely register being trapped in this situation as a bad thing. I didn't even notice as the Princess returned to my back and began yanking down my pants, realizing that I'd be useless as far as removing them. I simply lifted one leg after the other, exposing my uninspiring white panties to the crowd. In an ordinary case, my equipment was so manageable that you'd barely see it standing out against the front of my underwear, but with everything that was going on, I was as hard as could be; I'm sure the crowd got a glimpse of the modest tent pitched against the front of my cotton panties.

Charlee now took a break from the pole, using both hands to stretch the elastic fabric of her shorts slowly down her legs until they cleared the sneakers, which she left on-- I failed to notice that the Princess had taken mine off, in an effort to make sure the pants came off cleanly. The panties matched the top; that is to say, they were a glittery gold number that only covered the barest portion of the front with an immodest T-shape in the back, showing off nearly everything about and around the groin and pelvis. As if that look wasn't tantalizing enough, a black zipper stood out against the upper hem of the thong on the front, making it clear that part was ready to unzip and reveal the goods as well. Speaking of which, the goods... well, I could make them out more clearly than ever, and "good" was the right word. In Goldilocks terms, if the Princess was the scary, too-big bed and I was the dinky, too-small bed, Charlee was the just right size, neatly but fully packed into that erotic bikini. I could make out the erect curvature of her futanari cock, straining against a garment that had been specifically purchased to barely handle its load. The balls were certainly packed in there too, but she must have shaved hairless down there, because I didn't see any sight of pubic hair either above or below.

"You see, mate? I realized it a long time ago, but I'm the type that likes to... expose myself. I do it in demeaning places like this, but also other places that are even more questionable. Genkei's On-Demand Detective Agency is basically paying me to do what I'd be doing regardless, one way or another. I know you can't see me the same way after I've shown you something like this..." Charlee spoke quietly, so that only we would hear and the music would hide the rest. The way that she was still undulating her abdomen in an S shape while grinding her cock against the metal pole showed that while she might have been hesitant earlier to reveal this part of herself, she was fiercely dedicated to the masturbatory pleasure of it.

As for me... did I have any room to complain? I was, after all, directly enjoying the benefits of knowing a hot exhibitionist now. I was just shy of cursing myself for not taking advantage of it in the past! If I'd known she wanted to show off like that, I could have seen her in all kinds of revealing attire up to this point, in all sorts of sexy scenarios. It felt pretty dirty, framing all of my past time with a close friend that way, but then, it was hard to think of anything that wasn't dirty right now, as we both rode the pole together with thin lingerie fabric keeping our dicks from rubbing the metal.

In the backdrop, the Princess wordlessly signaled with the cupped fingers of one hand for one of Genkei's gym buddies to bring her something. The guy obliged with a grin on his face, handing her over a long, pink box. With practice showing she'd done this a time or two, and strength besides, the woman tore open the colorful cardboard, then began to unwrap some sort of plastic covering from the object inside. I'm not a chronic masturbator or anything, but I do recognize a masturbatory aide when I see one: this indecent, floppy, jelly-textured item with an obscene pink color was an onahole, the kind you smush your penis into and then rub up and down. My face reddened as I imagined using something like this in front of an audience of this size. Then, my detective brain went to work: she'd only asked for one of them, right? This was oversized for me, or even Charlee. Was she planning to put her own substantial penis into it and rub one out while she watched the two of us?

As ever, the Princess defied expectations, approaching the pole with the unreadable, stern frown of a commander. As she got closer, I put the final pieces of the puzzle together... The onahole was open on both sides. Her eyes narrowed impatiently as she watched me; when I still failed to get the hint, she reached down and yanked my panties down a notch below my butt, so that my dick spilled out into the open air. Charlee must have realized I had an erection by now, but as if I still had some shred of dignity left at this point, I crossed both hands in front of my groin in embarrassment. "Please, Miss Hojo. We've all seen dicks before. A lot of them," the Princess informed me, rolling her eyes.

"It's cute," Charlee told me quietly, with a horny smile on her face.

God, did that make my dick ache. My erection was throbbing so hard, I didn't think I was going to make it long in the onahole, but I obeyed the Princess regardless, wiggling my tip into the end, then inserting my shaft. There was so much onahole left when I was done that I felt ridiculous. Thankfully, I had a friend to help me fill the rest. Charlee had already unzipped her front, revealing a lengthy, handsome penis, which immediately drew excited wolf noises from the crowd; evidently, that was what she wanted, as her erection twitched visibly along with their praise. The Princess's gloved hands grabbed the onahole in one and Charlee's cock in the other, without a hint of hesitation of embarrassment, then stuffed her futa parts into the side of the hole opposite me.

"Doing this sort of thing with an old friend is..." Charlee murmured, gulping while unable to hide a stupid smile on her face.

I spared her and me from the appropriate word by offering a different one: "weird?"

Charlee nodded, accepting my censorship, as each of us gripped one hand to the pole and faced each other, with our penises aligned in the tunnel of the onahole. My friend repeated that motion from earlier while closing her eyes and biting one finger of her free hand erotically; her balls swayed beneath the entrance of the onahole as her penis reached nearly to the middle point. Even thrusting as hard as I could, I struggled to make it to what I considered the middle point, but that didn't matter... The feeling of doing this with my friend was so unreal and erotic, I could probably cum into the jelly right now, if I wasn't trying hard to fight it back. With our height difference, I nearly had to stand on my toes, while Charlee was **** to squat a bit. The smacking from the jelly, under the combined **** of our pelvises and sliding slick against our shafts, was noisy enough to hear over the music track from the boombox.

Evidently unconvinced that we'd get the job done ourselves, the Princess placed one hand onto the pole between each of ours, then grabbed hold of the center point of the masturbatory device. With an unemotional expression, she began to slide the device back and forth against us both, at times rubbing us with the palm, but creating friction one way or another. I can't tell you what my face looked like under that unusual sensation, but I can tell you Charlee's: she threw her head back and moaned with pleasure, then leaned into the device harder. I thought for sure I was about to get coated in her cum, but she was a trooper; we both held out.

"You're doing well for your first time, Miss Hojo," the Princess admitted with rare praise, although I could barely single out her voice between the music, Charlee's erotic purring, and the sound of our dicks violating the onahole. "I suppose we're going to get to show them the final act after all."

My eyes went blank behind the glasses bobbing up and down on my face with each thrust of my body. There was another act? If there was some kind of gauge that showed how close a person is to cumming, like in eroge games, I was already pretty much to the 90% point. I wasn't sure I had enough endurance left in the tank to put on another show. At this point, I thought I'd probably shoot my load all over the floor when she pulled the jelly away.

"I can see your anxiety. Don't worry; for the next part, you're free to relieve yourself however you please. They're used to the cum during these shows, so they'll clean it up, even if you put it on the floor."

I raised one eyebrow in confusion.

"Because this is the part where I fuck Miss Hawthorne. You're free to watch, if you like."

My face fell in bewilderment as I heard those words. What is this, some kind of NTR play? I'm supposed to jerk one out while I watch my love interest take it from a cock two or three times the size of my own? I started to object, but the Princess was already pulling us out of the hole and pointing Charlee toward an empty weight bench that she apparently planned to lay her over. My fists trembled at my sides as I tried to work up nerve matching my own arousal. "You're really okay with that, Charlee?" I asked in a quiet squeak.

Charlee smiled apologetically. "Sorry. I told you it was going to be pretty jarring, but... this is something I've done a number of times already," she admitted, while brushing sweating, golden locks of hair away from her forehead. "She wears a condom, so... it's all very sanitary."

As if it's the hygiene I'm worried about!

Would it be better just to watch? It's not like there isn't a part of me that wants to see the black-haired beauty unsheathe her sword and then plunge it deep, deep inside the ridiculously hot blonde I'm privileged to call my childhood friend. Plus, opposing the Princess? On something like this? This was like running up to a lion and demanding it give you its supper.

Did I actually want to break this up? Or did I want to be in the Princess's place, railing Charlee? Or... did I want to jump up like a white knight and take Charlee's place, submitting to the Princess's cock? My futa parts were throbbing, demanding I do something, even if that was simply to pick back up the onahole and finish up inside the jelly.