He made each of the girls put on a show.

Gary rubbed his hands together. "Well, what's a typical dinner party thing to do? I wouldn't know, you have all been antisocial assholes who have rejected me for as long as we've been neighbors, so my social skills are a little dull. I know! Let's all get to know each other better. Dustin, you should ask Disha what she does for a living."

You turned to Disha, who was sitting on the couch next to you. Jennifer was your ideal woman, but this fabulous Indian woman in her fancy green dress was certainly great to look at. You asked, "Disha, what do you do for a living?"

Disha was staring at Jennifer, who was standing next to Gary's chair, and breathing hard. When you spoke, it took her a moment to focus. She looked at you and said, "I don't want to talk to you. You're just as disgusting as he is!"

"Miss, you don't have to do anything you don't want to," said Marcus.

"Oh yes she does!" said Gary. "Disha, you have to answer any question someone asks you. Truthfully!"

You asked again, "Disha, what do you do?"

She'd already started lustily staring at Jennifer again, but she turned back to you. "I... I have a degree in fine arts and I got my minor in dance."

"Yeah," you say, "but what do you do? Like, for a job?"

"Hee hee!" cackled Gary. "Do you really think someone who looks like her is going to work for a living? Disha's rich parents only sent her to school so she could meet a rich guy like Charles!"

"That's not true!" yelled Disha. "I love Charles!"

"Really?" you asked.

Disha started to respond, then struggled for an instant, then painfully said, "I love him a little, but also... my parents feel it's very important to find a man that can support me."

"Awwww," said Gary. "That's too bad! He doesn't have his money anymore, so he can't support you! Maybe we could find you a new job based on your degree. What was it again, art and dancing? Charles told me a few things about your dancing. Did you bring the things he asked you to bring tonight?"

Disha looked at a bag that she'd left by the door. "Yes, but those are only supposed to be for Charles and me, not-"

"Take them into the next room," said Gary. "Put them on, then come straight back out."

She got up without a word and got her bag, then headed into the next room.

When she was gone, Marcus glared at Gary from his chair and said, "You can't do this, Gary!" Then he looked at his wife and said, "Jennifer! Honey! You have to wake up! Come on, why are you letting him treat you like this?"

Gary looked up at her. "Yes, Jennifer, why are you acting this way? Go ahead and tell your husband how you really feel."

Jennifer smiled down at Gary, then walked across the room. She looked down at Marcus, who couldn't move from his chair because of Gary's orders. She leaned over, got very close to him, and then spit on his face.

"I'm not 'letting' Gary do anything! I'm doing this because he's the hottest man I've ever met in my life, and I'll do anything to make him happy! His cock fills me up like your tiny twig never could. I don't think I ever actually had an orgasm before he fucked me."

"You, and him, made love?" said Marcus dejectedly.

"No, we didn't make love. We fucked. A hard, primal fucking like you never gave me! It was sooo good! I loved being filled up by a real man's big cock!"

"This can't be real," moaned Marcus.

"Oh, it's real," said Gary. "Just as real as the 1973 meeting in a Best Western in Wyoming where the meat industry decided to start selling gopher meat as beef!"

"Yes, it's true," you agreed. "I was there! I got to watch Gary fuck this hot slut! He fucked her so good!"

Jennifer walked over to you. She ran her hands over her plump ass, then her tiny waist, then cupped her big breasts. Every curve was on display in the tight French maid uniform. She lifted a foot and put it on the couch between your legs. She started rubbing her long, stocking clad leg and said, "You liked watching him fuck me, didn't you?"

"Yes, very much!"

"You jerked off to it, didn't you?"

"Oh yes, and it was so good!"

Jennifer licked her lips. "Do you want to jerk off right now?"

You breathed very hard. Despite having cum a few minutes ago, the answer was obvious. "Yes! I want to jerk my cock to your hot body!"

She shrugged. "Well, go ahead and do it. I don't care."

"No, Dustin, don't do that!" said Marcus.

"I can't help it, Marcus!" you said, pulling out your cock again. "She's just so hot! Her body is driving me crazy! Plus, that outfit! It's melting my brain!"

As you started jerking furiously, Jennifer said, "I don't mind if losers like you two jerk off to me. You just need to understand that I will never, ever fuck anyone as pathetic as either of you!"

Her husband was understandably upset, but this was bad news for you, too. You looked at Gary and said, "Wait, you promised that I could have her."

Gary shrugged. "Well, sure. When I'm done with her. Whenever that is. Oh hey, I think Disha's ready! Have a seat, Jennifer, this will be fun!"

Jennifer sat on the other end of the couch from you, and you kept jerking as you looked at her. Then Disha came out, and even you had to look away from Jennifer.

Disha was wearing a two piece outfit that showed a lot of her beautiful, caramel skin. It was green, but with sparkling bits all over it and silver tassels hanging from the bottom. It was like a belly dancer's outfit, if belly dancers weren't so uptight.

"Oh, my god!" said Gary. "That outfit is even hotter than Charles said it would be! It's perfect for your audition as a stripper!"

"A stripper?!" said Disha, horrified. "No, I could never be a stripper!"

"Sure you could!" said Gary. "In fact, that's a powerful, sexy fantasy for you! You've always wanted to be a hot stripper. Best of all, you can try out your dance moves right now for Jennifer."

"For... Jennifer?" said Disha. She put her finger to her lips and bit it, as if trying to get some control over herself.

"Oh yeah. Don't try to hide it, we all know you're horny as fuck and you want this hot bitch more than you've ever wanted anyone. Doing a sexy dance for her is your best shot at getting her to like you. And to fuck you. You want her to fuck you more than anything else in the world, don't you?"

Disha looked at Jennifer like she was in heat. "Yes, yes I want you so bad, Jennifer. Please, let me show you how much I want you." She pulled her phone out of her bag and turned on some sexy Indian music. She put the bag and the phone down and started dancing in front of where Jennifer was sitting.

It was the hottest dancing you'd ever seen. Disha's body was tone and super fit, but still curvy. She moved like she'd had years of training, which she'd probably had, but not for dancing like this. Every move oozed sex, and her expression looked like it was saying, "I want you" to Jennifer the whole time.

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The longer the dance went on, the more Disha touched Jennifer. First it was a caress of her legs, then her hands on the white woman's shoulders. By the time the song was over, Disha was straddling Jennifer's lap, her dark legs pressed against Jennifer's pale legs, her hand caressing Jennifer's perfect face.

Of course, you were jerking like a maniac by that point.

"Please," said Disha, "please let me kiss you."

Jennifer turned to Gary and said, "Should I kiss her, Gary?"

"Oh, absolutely! I'd love to see you two hot bitches go at it, and you love doing anything that turns me on!"

Jennifer turned back to Disha and their mouths came together eagerly. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed like young lovers. Disha's hand snaked around to cup one of Jennifer's big breasts, and Jennifer laid her hands on the hot Indian woman's tight belly. Their tongues were clearly very active in each other's mouths.

As they continued making out, Marcus said, "Please, Jennifer, you have to stop!"

"Hee hee!" laughed Gary. "Tell the truth, Marcus, do you really want them to stop? How do you feel when you see these hot sluts making out and feeling each other up?"

"It's hot as hell!" said Marcus with a lot of shame but no hesitation. "They're both so fucking gorgeous, I don't want Jennifer to cheat on me, but I really wish I could fuck both of them!"

"Now that's an idea," said Gary. "Maybe it's time to start the next activity for the evening."