FoA S2 Chapter 2

“Motherfucker!” you curse as they slam you down on the table in the meeting room, totally naked.

Jan and Caroline hold your arms, and you look up as Stef and Carla approach the table. The lights in this room have always been dim. The walls are covered in old photos of the club.

To think you were so happy the first time they let you in here.

You grit your teeth and match Stef’s gaze. Whatever it is, you won’t be a pussy about it. But can these horny bitches seriously blame you for going on a date with Riley? She’s so far out of any of your leagues that they have to understand. Right?

They’re all looking down at you. You’ve never been naked in front of a crowd like this. Not even when you were fleeing Riley’s house. At least nobody saw you that night.

Fang gives you a quietly appreciative look, but Jan’s a cavewoman, so she just licks her lips and leers at your body.

“Look at this little cutie,” Vicky’s saying, her eyes on your soft cock, which rests on your belly.

“Little?” you reply.

“Ooooooh,” they all say, like a classroom of kids.

“Spicy,” Carla says, looking down at you with a smirk.

“Prospect,” Stef says, resting her hand on your thigh. “You did good.”

You blink. Then you clear your throat and look around at them. Yes, they grabbed you and ripped your clothes off, but none of them actually look upset. They’re just enjoying the view and being their usual asshole selves.

“I did?”

“Yeah,” Stef says, and there’s nothing snarky about her smile. “You did. You came through. We couldn’t have done it without you. If you hadn’t done what you did, it’d be all of us in the tank. And we’d be done. Probably for good. Think about it. If we all go away at the same time? There’s no club left.” She shrugs, rubbing your skin. “You’re the reason we’re still here.”

You stop resisting, and they let go of you. You sit up, still naked, but feeling relieved. So it worked out. Maybe they don’t even know about the date.

Carla stands beside Stef, slipping her arm around the other woman’s waist. They’re both the same age as Riley’s mother, but slimmer, not as soft and womanly. They have different skin colors, but they’re like sisters.

“What do you think?” Stef murmurs to Carla.

Carla’s already smiling. She bends over a little, and you reflexively close your legs when you see where she’s looking. You cover your privates and your boobs, embarrassed.

“Well,” she says. “Adella has a beautiful, luscious, smooth, tantalizing vagina.”

The others are all snorting and trying not to laugh.

Stef nods. “She does. But she ain’t no pussy.”

“No, she is not,” Carla agrees.

“Prospect, you ready to join this club?” Stef asks you.

Oh, man. You have waited for this. For well over a year, you have dealt with being a Prospect. Lately, you’ve gotten more respect, but in the beginning, it was brutal. It’s been a hell of a slog. You put a lot of sweat and blood into this, and honestly, surprisingly little cum. It was mostly just hard work. The past couple of weeks have been pretty fun in terms of getting laid, but… most of the road up to this point? Not so much.

“Yeah,” you say. “I am. Why am I naked?”

They laugh.

“Come on, Adella. Everyone’s done it,” Caroline says.

“Oh, god. This is my initiation? What are you going to do to me?” you demand.

“Take turns creampieing you,” Jan says.

Your jaw drops.

“She’s kidding,” Fang assures you. “It’s actually way worse. I don’t know why anyone puts up with it.”

“You looked pretty happy to put up with it,” Vicky says to her.

“All Asian chicks are into bukkake,” Jan says.

“That is both racist and false,” Fang tells her. “And that is why I will never fuck you no matter how drunk you are and how much you text me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jan replies.

“Just relax, Adella. It’ll be over before you know it,” Carla says with a wink. “Stay like that.”

“Oh Jesus,” you mutter as Stef and Carla step back, and the others start to undo their belts.

Wait. Wait. Jan, Caroline, Fang, and Vicky gather around the table. Vicky darts in, bumping Jan out of the way with her hip to get between your legs, laughing.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

Caroline’s looking at Stef and Carla, who are just watching with big smiles.

“Sitting this one out?” Caroline asks.

“It’s a young girl’s game,” Stef replies, waving a hand.

“Damn,” Vicky says over her shoulder as she peels off her skintight jeans. “You really do lose sex when you get married.”

“That’s not true,” Stef chides her.

The four unmarried Free Gurls are all getting naked. Their underwear tells you so much about them. Vicky: a thong and a strong, underwire bra to contain those massive knockers. Fang: hipster panties and no bra. Caroline: boy shorts and a sports bra. Jan: literally a guy’s boxers.

But then that’s all on the floor with the jeans and t-shirts.

They all keep their denim Free Gurls vests on, naked underneath. You have Caroline and Fang on your right, Jan on your left, and Vicky right in front of you. And Carla and Stef watching.

“What the fuck?” you say.

“It’s tradition,” Caroline replies like that’s an answer.

“We all did it,” Stef says from behind them.

“Great,” you say. That does nothing for your anxiety.

They’re all stroking their dicks. Caroline’s, which is as big as yours even though she is smaller than you, Vicky’s which is not that big, Jan’s which is huge, and Fang’s which is the fattest of them all. You don’t know where to look or what to do. Your palms are sweaty, pressed against the table, and you can’t see this much flesh without getting hard. They’re all just watching your cock swell up.

For a second it stands up, then it overbalances and slaps against your belly. You’re getting wet too.

“She’s a keeper,” Jan says, her fist stroking her shaft.

“She will never fuck you,” Fang says.

“Shut up. She knows she wants this,” Jan says, moving closer. Her huge dick dribbles precum onto your breast. You start to pull away, but Caroline pushes you back.

“Don’t be a pussy,” she warns.

“I’m not,” you growl.

“It’s OK,” Vicky says sweetly, her eyes on yours. “I won’t neglect you.” She moves forward and slaps her cock right on top of yours, then grabs them both with her hands, stroking the shafts together.

You’re so startled and turned on that you gasp. Your legs shake and your breasts jiggle.

“Oooohhh!” They all say.

“You’re adorable,” Carla says, watching with Stef. She leans over to whisper to the other woman.

“Oh, shit,” you say, your sweaty palms sliding across the table as Vicky presses her cock harder against yours, stroking them both.

Now the others are all jerking in earnest. Vicky looks like a kid on a rollercoaster, her expression is pure delight.

Caroline has a look of concentration, and one hand gripping her breast as she jerks her cock.

Fang just bites her lip and strokes, her eyes fixed on your chest. She must like your boobs.

Jan, meanwhile, is beating it like no tomorrow, filling the room with a noisy fapping noise as her fleshy foreskin rolls over her bulging head. Precum spatters the table and your body like drool from a dog’s mouth.

Carla whispers something back to Stef, and Stef giggles.

You aren’t giggling. You’re looking back and forth from cock to cock.

“Mmm,” Caroline says. “You have a sexy body, Prospect.”

“She’s not a prospect anymore,” Fang says, a little breathlessly, stroking faster.

“I’m just paying a compliment,” Caroline says.

“Hey,” Vicky says, pausing her stroking. “What’s this?” She’s pushing on your thigh. You unconsciously tried to squeeze your legs together.

Blushing, you spread them.

“That’s a good girl,” Jan pants.

“Fuck you,” you say to her.

“OK,” she replies, pointing her cock at your face.

“She did that to me too,” Fang tells you.

“And me,” Caroline adds.

“Tough it out,” Vicky says.

Fucking Jan. Her engorged cock is inches from your face, but you can’t think about it because Vicky is doing a good job down there with her hand. You arch your back, trying not to whimper. A handjob is one thing, but a handjob with another hard cock in it?

“Ah!” you say.

“Oh, my,” Stef says, biting her thumb as she stares at you.

“How did we get this lucky?” Carla asks. They’ve both crossed their arms because they aren’t sure what to do with their hands. Bulges in their jeans give them away.

“We should’ve joined,” Stef says.

“We should have,” Carla agrees, giggling.

“It’s not a competition,” Stef adds to the others.

“Course it is,” Fang pants raggedly, still stroking.

“She’s slowing down on purpose,” Jan accuses, speeding up even more. Her slippery precum runs between your breasts, pooling in your belly button, only to be upset down there when you tense up. “Sneaky little slut.”

“You like that?” Vicky asks you. She’s the calmest of everyone, but even her face is red.

“Yes,” you reply breathlessly.

“Fuck it,” Caroline says, grabbing your boob and squeezing. “Uh!” Her load is hot and heavy as it sprays across your abs. Her eyes are closed and she’s so focused on her cock.

That sets it off. Fang suppresses her grunt, but her semen shoots all over Vicky’s hand and your cocks, squeezed together in the blonde’s fingers, inadvertently lubing up the situation down there.

Vicky leans against you, upping the tempo.

“Come on,” she says. That’s good enough for you. You clutch at the table. Your shaft throbs and you drench your stomach in jizz. Vicky’s dick twitches and spurts out even more, mingling with yours.

You look down in fascination at both cocks, dribbling cream, only for Jan to let loose on your face. You fall back, spluttering, with it in your eyes, on your nose, and mouth. You land on the table, aching but satisfied, sticky all over. The room is full of the stench of cum and sweat. All you hear is panting, and a slow clap from Stef and Carla.

You slap your hand on your face and wipe away Jan’s mess, looking down at yourself. Seeing your skin dotted with so much cum, your cock gives an extra throb, spilling out more into the mess. It’s all over the table too.

Fang leans on the table, milking out a little more onto the floor with a satisfied look.

Caroline looks like she just ran ten miles.

Jan has collapsed into a chair, where she’s gazing at your sticky body with a smirk.

Vicky’s still gently stroking your softening cocks. She catches your eye.

“You guys are morons,” you gasp.

Vicky smiles at you, all affection. She leans down, not paying attention to the cum that gets on her skin and her vest as she touches her chest to yours. She kisses you on the lips but doesn’t linger. Startled, you don’t move or react as she pulls back.

“Maybe,” she says. “But you’re one of us now.”