0 comments/ 30390 views/ 2 favorites And Winner Take All By: Brookell Prologue Quick, write this date down! I won a bet with Beth! I won! I won! I won! I was gloating to myself for reasons you may or may not understand. My lover, Beth, is a betting fool, we bet on so many things -- TV shows, sporting events, even stuff like whose mom is going to call next. The stakes range from the simple; like whose cooking dinner, to the bizarre, like accompanying her to a gentleman's club. If you read "Betting with Beth" then you know how that one turned out. Just picture me with a huge grin n my face every time I think about the club that night--and all the other trips back there. My bank account loves them almost as much as I do! Oh yea, Joy and Kitten say "Hi!" Even if you didn't read the other story, you need to understand that I usually lose the bets, like on the order of 100 to 1, maybe 1000 to 1. Why do I keep betting? Maybe I'm a glutton for punishment. Actually, to be honest, Beth has really put me through the wringer, but I ended up loving every minute. Her imagination has to be experienced to be believed! I also love her more than I thought I could ever love anyone! My Beth is not only lucky, but plays the stakes game really well. Usually when I do manage a win--the stakes are inconsequential. When she wins, she seems to have the ability to win the big pots. You should have seen her in Las Vegas last year. I'll have to tell you that story someday, or maybe you can picture two horny women, who love strips clubs, strippers, partying, gambling, and sex adrift in Vegas. There was this private club... well just use your imagination! If you like this story let me know and maybe I will write down our version of a Vegas Vacation. I promise, no Griswolds! Beth always amazes me. I love her imagination, her creativity..."Oh shit, what am I going to do?" I won a high stakes bet and I can't this opportunity go to waste in my usual unimaginative way. I need to make this special. "What am I going to do?" This is nuts, now I am talking to myself. "Calm down Tracey, think this through." The stakes are deceptively simple in appearance. 'The loser has to do what the winner says.' Pretty vague! How would she handle it? What is the time frame? None! So how long do I have? That's tough. It can be interpreted as loosely as one time, like making Beth wash my car. Well she looks damn good all wet, but I am not going to waste this that easily. So what kind of time... Hell, I get to set the timeframe, and if she doesn't like it, she can kiss my--oh wait I like that! OK, so let's say the weekend. But not just any weekend, the weekend after next, which is a three-day weekend. This is so sneaky, and so unlike me. Beth is going to be surprised! Now what to do for those three days? We can't just sit around here, it might be fun having her as my beck-and-call girl for the weekend, but I have to do better than that. She turned me into a surprise stripper, so could I set her up equally as well or even better? I have to do this right, I can't screw this up. What if I...? OMG, how far can I take this? My fingers started pressing my cunt as the idea of my beautiful Beth in such a predicament. My hand pressed hard on my sex, making me squirm. This idea was so delicious. Leaning back on he couch, I slid my hand into my shorts and panties and felt how wet I was from just thinking. My fingers made tight circles over my clit as I started getting real warmed up. My mind was going a mile a minute, seeing the look on her face. My eyes stayed closed as my fingers danced around and over my clit, I thrust inside me in a rush. I cried out! She would be furious, but also uncertain. I know my Beth, and she will like some of it. Her anger would be more because she would think evil of me, but that hot, sweet pussy of hers would be on my side. My left hand found my breast and my right fucked me so good. In seconds I was nearing an orgasm. I started a real screaming orgasm as my body and mind were taken in by my surprisingly wicked imagination. I could feel my spine pop as I arched my back. "You couldn't wait for me?" My smiling Beth was looking down at me, my fingers still in my cunt, so there was no hiding what I was doing. I blushed, "Just feeling a little horny." "You were thinking about the bet you won." I inhaled so sharply. Did I blurt anything during my orgasm? "Alright, let's get this over with; what do you want me to do?" "Oh, I want to think about it some more, I'll let you know." She swatted my leg, "Fine, but don't leave me hanging to long. I have plans for you the next bet I win." That solidified things for me. I was going to get her so good! The Set-up A week and a half flew by as my plotting and planning took shape. OMG, this was so cool! She's going to kill me! I can't believe I was actually trying to do this! I did need a little help, and Joy and the other girls at the club were a great help. They did force me to change the end of the sting so they could be in on it. All in all I think we did rather well. And having a few friends around might be helpful when Beth knows the whole truth. It might save my ass. Friday finally arrived, I am so scared, excited, terrified, turned on, fuck; I have no idea what I was feeling. How I didn't give the whole thing away, I'll never know. She left for work, and I started everything rolling. I packed two bags and a make-up case, being very particular about my selections for her. One trip to our favorite boutique at lunch and I think I'll be all set. "Hi Tracey, how are you doing?" Andi greeted me with her usual energy. She owned and managed 'Andi's Own', a boutique that bordered on something between Victoria's Secret and an adult novelty shop. Throw in her specialty items in the back and you have a very elegant, upscale, yuppie-slut paradise. If Andi didn't have it, she knew where you can get it! "Hiya Andi, I am doing great, how are you?" "I am terrific as usual! So, are you looking for something for you, or that wet dream lover of yours?" I swatted her on the arm. "Hey it's true. The last time she was in here, she came out of the dressing room in a red teddy. I had 6 customers ask me who she was. They were all drooling!" "Oh, yea, I remember that teddy!" I told Andi what I was up to, and after she quit laughing, she dug out Beth's exact measurements and she took me on a whirlwind tour of her whole shop, including her 'special' area. I blanched at the total, and then she really shocked me. "If you let me in, this is all yours for cost!" "Hell yea!" I explained what she needed to do, and she shocked me one last time, I had no idea her mark-up was that big! She helped me pack up my purchases, laughing the whole time. As I was leaving, she hit me with a toe-curling kiss, and squeezed my ass tight. She was laughing even harder as I stood there stunned. I didn't even know she liked girls! Back to work, which took forever, I slipped into the bathroom and changed. I put on a slightly severe business suit that screamed 'professional working woman'; you know the kind of bitch who look like PMS is a lifestyle. I arrived early at her work; she nearly didn't recognize me. She got one good look when I tossed her a small overnight bag. "Change now, it will save time." She smiled and took the bag into the ladies. No more than 15 seconds passed when she can screeching out. "NOT ON YO..." My upraised hand stopped her tirade. "I am collecting on the bet. Go get changed." I said to myself, "SCORE 1 to 0!" She looked at me in a different light. "You want me to wear this, in public, for our bet?" I leaned toward her and whispered in as hard a voice as I could manage, "I want you to change because I am telling you to change. Your doing what I tell you to do are the stakes of our bet. Now go change." "And if I refuse?" "Then you will have reneged on a bet, and you and I will never wager again." "Trace, I can't wear this!" She was actually pleading. Another score, albeit a small one, Beth never pleads for anything! "Fine!" I vas secretly thrilled, letting her off the hook now would make it easier to push her harder later. "Here, try this one. I was going to wear it later, but you can. But no more shit. You are under orders and no more whining." She took the bag and went back into the bathroom. She must not have had any heartburn, because I didn't hear anything. Then she stepped out and my heart jumped. My god, Andi knows her stuff. Beth was in a stretch cotton tube top and matching knee-length skirt. It was white with red horizontal stripes, and so tight it looked painted on. The stripes seemed to shimmer in mid-air as she moved. Red lace up sandals and a red strip of material holding her hair back made it perfect. She was wearing a bra and panties, which gave the material a poor line, but she looked incredible. "Come one, you can at least wear it right. I grabbed the bag off her shoulder and pulled out a matching thong of the same cotton material. "Go put this on and lose the bra." She started to argue, but she seemed to take her cue from me and went back inside. I was so tempted to make her change right there in the hallway, but that would have been too hard a push. She came out and the lines of the outfit really looked like it was her second skin. I was so tempted to just drag her wonderful ass home and fuck her all night, but after all my planning, no way. This was my weekend and hers as well, although she might not appreciate it until much later. We got in the car, watching her fold herself in that outfit really showed just how flexible the material was and how she how supple she was. Oh yea, she looked so hot! I drove us toward the outskirts of town, heading almost directly opposite of our place. She looked over at me, "Where are we going?" "We are running away for the weekend. I packed for us, and I have everything you will need." "The whole weekend?" "Yes, all three days! And during those three days I will collect on my wager." She mulled that one over and slid next to me in the seat. My hand went between her legs and I stroked the skin on her lower thighs. I was tempted to just pull the material up, but I wanted her excited, and going slow always got her fires higher. A long slow burn leading to an explosion is always much more fun than a quickie little firecracker pop. When I pulled in front of the hotel, her eyes opened real wide. It was a real 5-Star establishment, more of a spa or country club than just a hotel. Two bellhops emptied the trunk while I escorted my lady love out of the car All immediate motion stopped as she stood and slid her hands down the skirt, smoothing it out. Her nipples were firm and they were the only things not in a smooth line down that outfit. Men and women noticed her, and she flushed as she realized it. I was so proud of her; she stood there like she owned the place. Checking in took a few minutes and the young lady at the counter had trouble tearing her eyes away from Beth. She has that affect on so many people, she is so tall, but the body of a dancer rather than a supermodel. The sailor-stripe outfit showed her curves to perfection. I tipped the bellhops and told them to take everything up to the room, but not to unpack anything. Once they were done, they should bring me my room key to the restaurant. I was hungry. Beth stayed with me, loving all the attention. She was slightly jittery, something that always happens when she is excited. Her hands were fluttering, and she was looking in every direction. I attracted little to no attention, which was one of the reasons for my professional attire. I wanted Beth to be the center of attention. Act I "Oww!" I stumbled to one side and held up my leg. "What happened, are you alright?" Beth was instantly concerned, all the attention in the world wouldn't let her forget me. "Damn, I think I rolled my ankle. Take a look, love, please?" She got right down sitting back on her heels, her skirt taut like a drumhead. More attentive looks, but she was in her mother-mode. She slipped off my shoe and was gently feeling my ankle. "It looks OK, no swelling, no redness. How does it feel?" "It just flashed for a moment; I may have caught it before doing any real damage." "Put some weight on it." I came down on it with care. "How does it feel?" "It's a little tight, but it's not painful. I think it I take it easy on it, I'll be fine. I would hate to be on my back all weekend." She grinned with her usual humor. "Oh that might not be so bad." I laughed and she smiled to hear me laughing. She knew the ankle wasn't bad. We entered the restaurant and I saw the first inconsistency, but Beth was attending to me, she didn't notice the large concentration of women. The hostess showed us to our table, a romantic little booth toward the back. The poor hostess didn't take one look at Beth, oh well, her loss. Our server came and introduced herself, a bubbly little girl named Temple. She has chocolate-brown skin and a smile that you could see with your eyes closed. She took a long look at Beth, obviously in appreciation! Lovely Temple wasn't part of the weekend fun, but there is nothing wrong with a little improvisation. She took our orders and offered some ice when she realized why Beth was holding my leg in her lap. Beth looked directly at Temple and even I could see the attraction. Sometimes you hear about chemistry, but find it hard to believe, well dear readers, Temple and Beth had chemistry! I felt like I was standing between a positive and negative charged particles and I was caught up. Beth's hands tightened around my ankle, I jumped and that broke the spell between them. "My god, she's prettier than Bethany!" Beth whispered to me. Bethany is one of our friends from the local gentlemen's club. She is very young and incredible pretty, with an innocence that you find darling, even though you know where she works. Temple was Bethany on steroids, the same personality, but at a higher wattage. This was shaping up nice, maybe for me too! Beth looked around the room and finally did notice the preponderance of women, and small groups of only women. When Temple came back, she asked her, "Temple, is there something special going on this weekend?" "Oh yes, there is a professional woman's conference, a federal managerial group, several state groups, and even a few local woman agencies. It's all about jobs, entrepreneurial workshops, even seminars on everything from opening your own business to sexual harassment training. The hotel is packed and it's almost totally women. She looked at me, "I thought you were part of it?" "Nope, not us, we are here to relax." The look on Beth's face told me she was starting to smell a small rat, but even if she suspects the timing of our visit, there is no way she knows what lies ahead of her. Temple left and Beth started trying to grill me. "OK, Trace, what the hell are you doing?" "Moi? The reason we are here is for me to collect on the bet. I picked this weekend because it's a three-day weekend and that gives me an extra day. The fact the hotel is full of women is just gravy!" She didn't fully buy it! "Yea, and if you had a bridge to sell..." I had to laugh at that one, because that is exactly my comment when Beth catches me in a stakes issue. When we went to LV and ended up at that one bar, yea sure is was a coincidence. Oh I keep forgetting, I haven't written up that story, well maybe after this story. Well anyway, my exact words were "Yea, and if you had a bridge to sell, we would be in Brooklyn." I did my best innocent look, but she wasn't really sure. She probably is having trouble seeing me as being sneaky, I mean if she had set us up, there would be no question it was deliberate. "Look, Beth, you know me. If I had planned to have all these women here I would have, but come on baby? How the hell could I do that?" She was mollified, but not totally off her suspicions. I think I will play it cool for a time. When our food arrived, I pulled her close to me and in a few minutes we were feeding each other with our fingers like normal. Temple seemed to come by an awful lot, something neither of us minded. The bellhop finally found us and delivered two keys. "I said I only needed one key." "I'm sorry ma'am; the desk clerk gave me two. I can't take it back, but you can after dinner." "Oh OK." I acted a little annoyed, but thought of something to do with the extra key. Beth was looking at me funny as I put one key in my purse and left the other on the table. When she reached for it I slapped her hand playfully. She didn't ask, but she gave me the best look. Another score, but it was funny that she didn't even know. She must think I was losing my mind. Dinner was fabulous, and several other women walked by and saw how close we were sitting, and feeding each other. A few looked disapproving, but most smiled at us. We had some dessert and after dinner drinks, oh this is the life. Thank goodness I banked most of the extra money I earned with Joy and Kitten at the club. Temple brought us the bill and I added a nice tip and charged it to my room. On the little bill tray I placed the extra room key. Now I know Beth thinks I have lost it. "Ma'am, I don't need the card key to charge this to your room." Temple motioned to hand the key back to me. "I know, the key is for you, if you want it. Come up and say hello later." Beautiful Temple looked like a scared rabbit for just one second and then key disappeared in her pocket. Then her smile appeared, a much sexier smile promising of nice things to come. "Room service it is, ma'am!" I smiled back at her, and Beth looked half puzzled and half excited. Temple was a lovely girl, and having her to play with wouldn't hurt Beth's feelings in the least. To bad Temple was for me while she was otherwise occupied. Time for Act II: "Come on; let's hit one of the clubs." I got up a little unsteady, which reminded her of my 'ankle'. "No, why don't we relax and get you off your feet." "No way, I'm fine, just no dancing for me. I do feel like partying!" Since I was calling the shots, my sexy Beth and I hit the club. It was an amazing sight. It looked like 100% women, and knowing the odds most of them are perfectly straight, but it didn't stop them from dancing with each other and having a good time. A lovely server came and got us a small table. She said Temple told her about my ankle and if there was anything she could do to make me comfortable, I was just to ask. Beth and I sat there sipping our drinks, watching all the action. We are both born people watchers and it was a riot to watch all these women slowly getting drunker and really relaxing. Several guys tried to get in, but the servers managed to turn them away. I asked our little Temple-friend and she said that the conference reserved this club for the weekend. "Um, I hate to tell you this, but we are not with the conference." "Actually the conference just did it to keep the guys out. So believe me you are qualified to be here. She looked at Beth's long body and said in a quiet voice, "More than qualified!" Beth looked so sweet at that moment I could have eaten her up right then and there. She reached over and touched the servers arm. "Thanks sweetheart." "No reason to thank me, I am glad Temple gave me a heads up about you two." She looked at me, "You look nice, but you would look even better dressed a little bit more relaxed." She turned to Beth, "You look amazing! To bad I'm working." Beth laughed mostly at her comment and at me. "Just keep smiling, remember you are wearing my outfit, you refused to wear yours." I reminded her. "Trace, if I put that one on, I would look like a cheap whore." A tall blonde came up to the table before I could answer her properly. She might have looked a bit like a whore, but certainly not a cheap one! The blonde held out her hand to Beth and asked, "Dance?" And Winner Take All Beth looked at me and I said, "Go ahead. Just because I am lame is no reason for you not to have fun." The blonde said, "Are you OK?" "Just twisted the ankle enough that I don't want to dance, but go ahead and dance with Beth, she's marvelous." The blonde waved at someone at another table and another blonde, a very attractive lady about 40 came over. "This poor girl has a bad ankle and I am going to steal her friend. Can you keep her company for a dance or two?" "Of course! I am Judy, by the way and my pushy friend is Fleur." "I'm Tracey and this is Beth." By the time I could finish, Fleur was dragging My Beth to the dance floor. Jane and I sat down and looked over the dance floor for Beth and Fleur. What a striking couple. Fleur is almost Beth's height and they easily stand out in the crowd. The dance was a medium slow dance and they were moving so smoothly together. "Fleur is a wonderful dancer. I can tell Beth is as well. This should be fun." The server came over and set us up with another round. She leaned over to me, "The hotel manager is looking for you; do you want to be found?" "Me? Sure why not? I haven't broken any laws." "I'll bring her here; I don't want you to hurt yourself any more." Another striking lady, one with obvious poise and power came in a few minutes later. She was stiff, which surprised me, but she sat down. "I'm Sharon Petersen; I understand you had a little accident." "Oh that, just rolled my ankle a little bit, it's really fine. I just want to go easy on it." "Do you want to see the hotel doctor? Or should I get the hotel lawyer?" Oh god, I understood her hostility now. "No, no, I am really OK. It was just a tiny twist. I don't need a doctor; I am not setting the hotel up for anything. I just want to sit here and enjoy myself and see about dancing up a storm tomorrow night." She visibly thawed a little. "I am sorry to put it like this, but you have no idea how many people try and pull stuff like this." "If I was one of those, I would have been yelling to beat the band earlier. I really am OK and have no plans to sue anyone." She looked hard at me, "Fine then. If you decided to talk to the doc, please let any of the staff know. I hope you enjoy your stay." I grabbed her hand, not wanting her to leave like this. "Sharon, I mean it. My ankle is fine; anything that happened was my fault, nothing you or your staff did had anything to do with it. The server in the restaurant offered to get me ice, everyone has been wonderful. I will not do anything of the sort." She thawed all the way, "Thanks, and I mean it this time. I just have to deal with so many idiots." "I know, but if I get idiotic, it won't be about that." Jane poked me, I looked at the dance floor, and Fleur and Beth were glued together as the song slowed down. Her hands were all over Beth's perfect ass and Beth wasn't trying to stop her. I smiled; her skirt was pulled up at least two inches. Yes! She was nice and excited! Sharon looked! "They are a beautiful couple, aren't they?" "Yes, they certainly are!" Sharon looked puzzled, but smiled at me. "If you need anything from the hotel, just pass the word. I smiled at Sharon and squeezed her hand. Things were looking real good. Beth and Fleur came back to the table, my Beth was visibly flushed, and the way she was clinging to Fleur was terrific. I am so glad we aren't into the jealousy game! Fleur sat her down and pulled Jane up for a dance while Beth got her equilibrium back. "You certainly looked like you were having fun out there?" "Hell yes, that lady is so sexy! Her hands were unstoppable." I started laughing, "Yea, like you were going to try and stop her, you little slut." She grinned with a 'who me'?' expression. Yes, things were fine! Another lady came by and asked Beth to dance; she was very attractive, in a severe way. Beth swallowed her drink and headed to the floor. I was almost a little annoyed, but that's why we were here! I guess my annoyance was because to play my part right, I couldn't go dancing, and there was a nice tight crowd of four women I would have loved to slide in the middle of. I sipped my drink and watched Beth; the lady held her tight and was soon joined by another lady. They put Beth in the middle and in seconds had her leaning against the first one as the second did all kinds of sexy things to Beth from behind. I wish I was filming this. The two ladies tried to corral Beth after the dance, but she can back to me, visibly worked up. She slid her chair next to me and practically climbed in my lab. "Those two girls damn near made me come, but the music stopped. I am so fucking horny right now; let's go up to our room." I smiled inside, and was saved from answering by the return of Fleur and Jane. Jane was looking pretty flushed herself and she sat on Beth's other side, one hand hidden under the table, and from the movements Beth was making it was a welcome addition to her lap. Fleur and I kept the conversation going about inconsequentials, when Beth shuddered through a small orgasm! I looked at her as she unclenched her hands from the table. "You know that skirt wasn't made for cumming, I bet you are sitting in a puddle." She reached under her, "Oh shit, you are right; this skirt is soaking it all up." "No problem," I reached under the table and grabbed my shoulder bag; "You can change into this!" She glared at me, but she saw something I rarely have to use, steel! She knew I wanted her to wear that original outfit and now was the perfect time for it. When she hesitated, I 'knocked' over a glass of wine, right in her lab and when she jumped up, it looked like to anyone who was looking that she was the victim of a little accident. "Tracey..." "Uh uh, none of that, it's my weekend remember?" That shut her up and she took the bag and Fleur and went to find the ladies to change. I can't wait. If this place thought she looked good in that stretch tube top and skirt, just fucking wait! I am glad the color works with her sandals as well. Jane and I people watched for a while, then suddenly conversation died behind me and when I turned I saw Fleur and Beth coming back down the two steps into the club. OMG Beth looked, incredible!! The new outfit was a metallic red, nearly the same red that was in the stripes of the cotton outfit, but this was no cotton. Her top was a metallic lace-up the back napkin top, hanging diagonally, with the point of the material just above her belly button. Her breasts were just large enough to push the material away from her skin and it looked like you could stroke the bottom of her delightful breasts without touching any material. Her skirt was a matching Lycra micro-mini skirt, about 10 inches long. Her impossibly long legs looked so unbelievable, and the heel on the lace-up sandals made her calves tighten just enough. The strip was gone from her hair and she brushed it out fully, its light natural wave looked like she spent hours in the beautician's chair. She also touched up her make-up adding a dramatic touch of red to her eyes and mouth. Be still my throbbing pussy! She walked in, daring anyone to say anything, but conversation in our part of the club had ceased. We were all struck dumb! When she sat down, it was with great care. "The least you could have done was include a different thong, this one is wet." Jane responded, "So just take it off." Then she licked her fingers. That broke the ice for us and motion returned to the club, with our table getting more than its fair share of attention. Dance offers flooded in, everyone wanted a few moments in her presence. After a few hours of that attention, she was as excited as I have ever seen her; she collapsed back at the table deliriously happy. The lady who danced with Beth after Fleur came up and introduced herself and her friend. Laura and Zoë, they sat on each side of Beth and tried to convince her to come upstairs for a little party. Beth held firm about staying with me and they shrugged that I could come up too, the more the merrier. I begged off and then Laura took charge and asked me, "How much?" That got Beth's attention, and not in a nice way. "What do you mean?" "How much to take your girlfriend upstairs for a couple of hours of fun?" I sat there stunned and saw the steam starting to build in my Beth. "You are offering me money for a little time with Beth?" "Fuck yes, every bytch in the place wants her, and I plan to have her." Beth found her voice, instead of exploding, she asked in a very controlled voice, "Can you all leave us alone for a minute; I have to talk to my FRIEND." Fleur, Jane, Laura, and Zoe moved off, but not going very far. "Alright, you bitch, what the fuck game are you playing at?" "First of all, my little slut, you call me a bitch again and I will sell you to the biggest butch dyke I can find. The second thing is to ask you if you are planning to welsh on our bet. After all the times you had me doing things you know I would never have done. The stripping, the marathon blow-job session, the sex club in the city, remember the..." "Ok, OK, you made you point, but Tracey-love, I have never sold you!" "No, remember the fishing trip? We might not have gotten cash, but you certainly sold me." She hung her head a little bit. "Tracey, please..." "Beth, it's not like you would not want to fuck them anyway, I saw what you looked like when they got done with you on the dance floor." "Trace, but money?" "Beth, but stripping?" "I was never a whore!" "No, what you are is someone who has to do exactly what I tell them to do for the whole 3-day weekend." She broke a little at that point. "If you do this..." "Now you are making threats! Beth, you just made up my mind." I waved the girls to return. "OK, here is the deal, two hours and when she comes back to my room, she gets to tell me the whole story, every detail, so treat her well!" Laura smiled, and Zoë clapped. Laura then put an envelope on the table and Beth stared at it like it was poison. Laura stood and beckoned her hand to Beth, who got up without her usual energy. For one second I almost backed down, but she ticked me off trying to give me terms. The threesome walked out, to a surprising number of looks, some positive, some not. Act II I stayed for a while, just sipping some wine and talking to a few people. I decided to call it a night and when I flipped the lights in my room on, I was surprised to see the sheets move and a dark-skinned beauty woke up. Temple! "I hope you don't mind, I got off and was tired. I wasn't sure when you would he coming back." I started stripping off my clothes, looking at my little present. She didn't say a word. I am no where near as striking at Beth, but in my own way, I am attractive, at least that's what everyone I have ever been with has told me. I am short, quiet, blonde (OK, so it's a lighter blonde than my natural color, but I am a blonde), small A-cup breasts, slightly larger hips, and slim muscular legs. I am a runner and it shows. Temple watched me, and while she wasn't overwhelmed, I could feel her appetite from across the room. Throwing my quiet ways to the side, I ran across the room and leapt for the bed. Temple squealed as I hit next to her and then we both started cracking up. "I thought you would have the brunette with you?" I really started laughing and told her what happened. "Really? Oh that's incredible. I would hate to have you angry at me." She purred at my words and started touching me in nice ways. Her chocolate skin looked even darker against my pale skin, the dresser mirror showed us intertwining together. She tasted of cinnamon, her skin warm, smooth, I pushed her on her belly and started exploring her. Strong upper body, it must be from her work. Her back was so sexy, and I tasted my way down as she started purring some more. The small of her back showed her skinny waist, but her hips were like mine, slightly larger than her chest measurements. Her ass was a delightfully firm bubble, and she turned out to be very ticklish. Having her squirm was so nice! I was getting more turned on by the moment. Her legs were a nice delight, heavier than my running sticks, but nicely muscled. She spread her legs wide and her warm spicy scent washed over me. Turning her over and I got to explore a whole new world. Her belly was nicely shaped, and ticking her ribs drove her crazy. Her breasts were not much larger than mine, but they felt so much heavier, the dark nipples looked so great wet from my tongue. Pressing against her, we kissed and our bodies came together like we had made love many times before. Again her taste was delightful and I was getting ready to do some serious taste testing when the phone rang. I was tempted to ignore it, but it struck me, Beth didn't have a key and she might not even know the room number. I was right. "Trace, where the fuck are you?" She sounded ticked off, but something was off kilter. I told her the room number and waited until I head her knock. "The least you could have done was give me a..." She saw Temple, and smiled broadly. "So take out for dinner?" I crawled back in and left my Beth standing at the foot of the bed. "So...?" "So, what?" "Tell me about it." I snuggled with Temple, knowing how hot we looked. Beth stood there for a minute. Her outfit was certainly the worse for wear, I didn't think that metallic material would crinkle like that, but she certainly looked well handled. Her hair was a wreck, and partially plastered down. She looked well fucked, and sexy as hell! "Is this part of it all?" "It is now!" She looked at me and didn't seem angry, just a bit puzzled. "You know I should be totally pissed off at you." "But you aren't." "No, but I should be. You fucking sold me!" "I know, and my guess is you had fun anyway." Temple snuggled to my breast and started suckling like a little baby. MMMMMMMMMMMMM. Beth watched and sat on the corner of the bed. "Hey back off, you already had your fun. Aren't you all fucked out?" "Hell no, the bitches you sent me too had to kick my ass out, something about a time limit. Before I tell you about it, how much did you sell me for?" "Look for yourself, the envelope is in my purse." "She looked in and pulled out two envelopes." "Which one?" Act III "Oh I forgot. You have another appointment in 15 minutes. Room 4515." "WHAT!!" I just looked at her as her anger flared up, then she dampened it in a most dangerous way. "Just knock three times. We'll still be here when you get back. They only wanted you for an hour." "Tracey, if I didn't love you I would kick your ass." "I know you do, and I also know you had a good time, even if you didn't like how it all happened." "Who is this next lady?" "You'll see, get your ass changed, that outfit is a wreck. Open the big bag and pull out the first box. Go get changed in the bathroom and fix your hair and make-up. You can fashion show for us before you head over. And trust me; you don't want to be late." She looked hard at me and took her box into the bath. Temple was begging for my attention, but I quieted her down, "Wait until you see this outfit." Beth came out with a look of amazement on her face. Her hair was brushed out with a little spray for body. She used the dark make-up I put into the box and it made her look downright dangerous. Add the black leather, front buckled leather bustier, and matching leather schoolgirl skirt. Dark stockings and black boots completed her little ensemble. You just have no idea how hot she looked, I wish I had my camera. Temple was speechless and I was smiling in a peculiar kind of pride. She snatched the room key off the nightstand and walked out knowing we were watching her every move. Temple and I looked at each other, we are amazed. "Wow!" was all either of us could say. Just as Temple and I started getting comfortable again, the fucking phone rang again. "Miss, its Sharon Petersen!" "Yes, what can I do for you?" "I am right outside your door, may I come in?" "Now is not a good time." "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't important." "OK, just give me a minute." I hung up the phone, "The hotel manager, Sharon, is outside. She wants to speak with me." Temple paled, which surprised the hell out of me. "She'll fire my ass if she catches me. Oh shit, she must know I am here! I am so freakin' dead." "Calm down, Temple, just hide out in the bathroom while I get rid of her. Quickly, what kind of a person is she?" "She's a great boss, and half the people who work here love her. But she is also a hard boss, and I broke a shitload of rules by even accepting your cardkey, let alone actually coming up here. She's going fry my ass, and I deserve it." "Go hide, baby, she'll never know you are here!" As Temple hit the bathroom and killed the light, I opened the door, naked as the day I was born. Sharon Petersen interrupted my loving, and damn if I was going to cover-up for her right now. If me naked makes her uncomfortable, then she'll get her own ass out of the way so I can get back to delicious Temple's ass. "Come on in." She looked at me a nice once over from my toes to my face. Then she got her manager's face on and came in like I was fully dressed. I wonder what it would take to break through that facade. "Miss..." "Just Tracey will do fine." "Tracey, I know what your 'friend' is up to, and you have to leave the hotel before I have to call the cops." She was shocked when I started cracking up. "Look someone saw that couple paying you for your friend and overheard the whole conversation. Don't bother denying it; just get your ass out of the hotel." "It really isn't what you think." "Yea right. I thought..." She visibly clamped down on her mouth. "Look, Sharon, the envelope the lady gave me is right there on the nightstand. Go look at it." As she went over on the nightstand, she picked up both envelopes. "Business is good, I see." I sat on the bed, right behind her. "Open the fucking envelope before you say anything else." Sharon was a very attractive woman, and the fact she came herself told me a great deal about her character. I think I just dodged a bullet that I never even considered. Any other hotel manager probably would have called the cops by now. She opened the first envelope. "Newspaper, cut like money? What the hell?" "Sharon, I am pulling a huge practical joke on my girlfriend. She thinks I am selling her body, when in fact the ladies in question are friends of friends and when we are done, we will reveal all and make her feel pretty weird." "You expect me to believe that?" "Yes, I do. Do you know what room number she was in earlier?" "Yes, one of the staff told me she got rudely pushed out into the hallway, looked pretty messed up." "Call them if you want." "Where is she now?" "At another 'date'" "I don't believe this. If you were my girlfriend I would kill you." I swung my legs off the bed and placed one on each side of her. She turned and looked at me. "Believe me, if you and I had a relationship like Beth and I, you would be 'tricking' from room to room right now yourself. She had me tricked into becoming a stripper a few months ago." "Now I would pay money to see that, although I doubt there would be much more to see than I can see right now." Her eyes took me in again, slower this time. I was thrilled. Sharon was so much like one of my first lovers, older, more experienced, and very attractive. Her no-nonsense attitude really took me back. She looked real hesitant, and I know she was still working. I think I was just too horny to be circumspect. But the brain was engaged enough to offer her the choice. And Winner Take All Running my hands quickly up her legs, I said, "I really have to go pee, so you can both strip nice and naked and get into my bed or you can head back to work and dream of me the rest of the night masturbating while thinking of you. Or if you really think I am pulling a fast one, go ahead and call the cops." She shivered at my touch so I knew the cops weren't on the agenda. I went into the bathroom and confronted an incredulous Temple. Whispering furiously, "Are you nuts? She'll kill me if she catches me in here." "Do you really like her?" "Yes, but this is..." "Do you want her?" "OMG, you are serious!" "After the lights go out, slip out of the bathroom and join us on the bed. She won't have a clue as long as you keep quiet. If she decided to leave, no loss, but if she stays you get to make love with her and I get you both. She doesn't ever have to know." I could tell she liked the idea, but was very nervous. "Look, you can always head out yourself once I get her motor going in bed." "Goddamn it, I thought I would get the two of you when I came up here, not one of my bosses." I leaned over and kissed her, she was still very much excited, and exciting. "You know what I want, and I will leave it to you whether or not you ever decide to tell her." "Oh fuck, OK flush the fucking toilet and get back out there before she comes in here looking for you." "I meant what I said about having to pee." On that note, I did another uncharacteristic thing and sat on the toilet and let go. Temple was shocked into stillness and actually watched me pee. I am not into water sports, but the act had a certain eroticism that surprised me. Temple was speechless one more time, and she watched wide-eyed as I cleaned myself up and even used a washcloth briefly. One last kiss and I headed out to my bed in hopes of finding it occupied. Damnation, Sharon was still standing by the bed, fully clothed. I walked up to her and slid around her, touching her lightly as I sat back on the bed. "Obviously you thought of another option." "Listen Tracey, I would love to spend the rest of the night in your bed, but I have to work and I just couldn't walk out of here like that." "You are sweet as well as sexy." My hands found her legs again, nylons, the infernal sexual deterrent invented by some man, I hate pantyhose. She touched my face. "I don't want to get in the middle of any games you are playing with your girlfriend." "Sharon, I love Beth, with all my heart, but we both have no problem with lots of playing and plenty of sex. She could walk in right now and she would only be surprised by two things. If I was actually alone in bed, or if you still had your clothes on. I stood and with her heels my head came just to the middle of her cheek. I hugged her close and her arms felt so nice and strong around me. "Tracey, I can't! If the staff thought for a second I violated my own rules, I couldn't run this place properly." "Then you need to go, but make sure you take my phone number home with you and call me after this weekend. On the other hand I also think you need to give yourself a break. I think your staff probably thinks the world of you and wouldn't complain if they realized you were also human." "Maybe, but I have to be who I am." Her arms hugged me close and we kissed. "Sorry to leave you all alone." "Oh don't worry about that. I have someone else stashed in the bathroom, and Beth is due back shortly." "Someone is in your bathroom?" She asked in shock. "Yea, but she's shy. She doesn't want anyone to know she's into girls so you would have met her once the lights were turned off. You would have made love with her and never knew her name or her face." "Do you know how exciting that is?" "I know precisely how exciting that is. Beth has done that one to me before." The room door opened and, speak of the devil, Beth came in certainly looking worse for wear. I can't believe she walked through the halls of the hotel looking like that. Her buckled top was completely unbuckled, showing off her breasts proudly. Her leather skirt was pulled up and twisted. I wondered if her 'clients' had even let her take it off. Forget the makeup; it was a lost cause, scrubbed completely off by whatever she had been up to. Her hair was a matted mess. She looked like she had been fucked for days! She stared at Sharon. "What is this Grand Central Station? Where is..." My eyes opened in alarm and Beth, knowing me so well, didn't name Temple. "She's in the bathroom." "Are you," looking at Sharon, "coming or going?" "I was just leaving. Are you OK?" "That depends, if my little pimp there has any more surprises for me tonight." I laughed at her and said, "No, no more offers at the moment. We will have to see about tomorrow." Sharon disentangled herself from me. She walked over to my Beth and touched her face. "I think you will get all the business you need tomorrow." She turned back to me. "Consider my offer!" Sharon went from almost having me arrested to being a willing participant, or at least a partial one. Beth looked at me a little scared. "She runs a string of girls that service the hotel on a regular basis; she was offering you a permanent position. I told her I would think about it." On that note Sharon left, at the door she flashed me a brilliant smile from behind Beth as Beth fell further into confusion. I almost returned the smile, but that would have made Beth suspicious. As it was, she actually had two... what did Kitten call them? Oh yea, In-calls. Oh this was going so well. Beth eyed the bed. "I hope you are all fucked out, because I am so damn tired right now and doubt I could summon the energy to do anything." She made a move towards the bed when I stopped her. "Shower first, you reek of sex!" "I should, I ate 8 cunts tonight, and the bitches in that last room didn't even want me to touch myself. My jaw hurts, and I feel totally dirty." She sounded mad, but she really wasn't. It sounded like the girls really used her well. I really wanted a full report, but didn't want to push the issue. Tomorrow morning would be soon enough. "Go get a shower, make it a long hot one and send Temple out here." "What's the problem with Temple and the lady?" "She's also a hotel manager and might have fired pretty Temple." "Wait a minute, she's a pimp and would fire Temple?" "Temple isn't working for her in that regard." "What a fucked up world. Fine, let me get a shower and I will leave you and Temple some privacy. Where are my sleep shorts?" I smiled a deep smirk. "You forgot them? You know I hate sleeping naked." "Sorry, I only had room for so much." "You spent a ton of money on these outfits. I know how much this leather skirt costs, and you didn't even bother with something to sleep in. Fine, where are your large-tee's, I'll wear one of those." "Nope, naked, dear heart, I want to wake up next to your naked body." I smiled at her as she huffed off to the bathroom and a shower she needed pretty desperately. Temple came out, her eyes wide open. "She looks..." "I know, but don't say anything." She snickered. Her turn to fly onto the bed and she cuddled so sweetly. "Tracey, can we just lay here. I don't know how you can live like this, my head is spinning." I hold her close; my hands couldn't stop stroking her smooth back. "Sure, baby, believe me, I am pretty much in overload right now." "Your girlfriend-my boss-a practical joke-the cops, how do you do it all?" I stroked her hair, her thick, short hair, and just held her as we waited for Beth. Beth came out, and studied us. Without a word she tugged the sheet over us and cuddled on Temple's other side and promptly fell asleep. Temple drifted off and finally so did I. What a delightfully insane day! Act IV I woke to the phone, a cold draft, and sunlight in the face. I hate early phone calls, and the draft was because Temple left during the night, and I never did close the curtains. If any one had peeked in, they would have seen some flesh, but damn little action, something my body told me I wasn't going to get away with today. Beth was still out of it as I picked up the phone. Cary clucked in my ear about the time. Damn, I overslept. "Ok, 15 minutes." I swatted Beth's gorgeous ass. "Come on you slut, you have a breakfast appointment in 15 minutes." Beth rolled over reluctantly. I stared at her. She always looks so yummy in the mornings. Even though she doesn't really like morning sex, I love the taste of her skin in the mornings and love nothing more than to wake her up with a screeching orgasm. Nothing gets my blood flowing better in the morning. She prefers to wait until after a shower and at least one cup of coffee, preferably after sleeping in late. She looked so incredible laying there. She lifted one knee and the sheet flowed off her leg, showing me a hint of sweetness. Her eyes opened slowly as they almost held me in focus. I grabbed her foot and tugged. "Come on, baby, times a wastin' and you have a busy morning." "Wha...?" I picked up my watch from the nightstand and looked at it. I didn't dare look at her again as she entered into a slow stretch that I swear she has patented to drive a lover insane. "You have 14 minutes to get ready before your escort gets here." Her eyes jumped into focus and she glared at me. "What the hell were you doing last night, auctioning me off?" "You know that's not a bad idea." She threw a pillow at me and I looked at my watch again purposefully. "You are fucking serious?" "Go shower, I'll pick out an outfit for you." "I don't know if I can stand anymore of your outfits." I made a shooing motion and when she got into gear I laid out what I thought was the sexiest outfit yet. A long-sleeved, white, almost sheer leotard, a lacy quarter-cup bra, and a matching lace miniskirt, white open-toes, and a lace strip for her hair. She came out after a quick shower, and took one look on the bed at the clothes. "Oh Tracey, that is so beautiful, and so sexy." She was like a kid in a candy store. She tossed two towels in opposite directions and asked me to help her put it on. The bra fit just right and provided just a tiny bit of support, with a little push up and in. She pressed the soft lace into her breasts and shivered. A thin white thong, and helping her get the leotard arranged just right left me in heat. It felt so sexy on her skin. The skirt gave her just enough coverage not to be indecent, but no one looking at her would think about anything but sex. The leotard was more translucent than transparent and her coloring made it look barely there. The lace strip for her dark hair complimented her perfectly. Five minutes of make-up to accentuate and contrast her dark coloring and she looked like an angel; no better, she looked like an angel's wet dream. I could picture a host of angels thinking about her in this outfit and being instantly banished for carnal thoughts. She took my breath away. She was so sexy, so hot, not slutty, but certainly hotter than I have ever seen her. She stood there admiring herself in the mirror. "Kitten and other girls at the club would kill for this outfit. How much did you spend? You shouldn't have done this, this is so sexy!" Then reality struck with a knock on the door. I went and let in the 'client'. "Wow, she's even sexy in the morning than she is on the dance floor!" Cary looked Beth up and down like a cowboy eyeing a prize bull; Beth blushed but didn't move an inch. She knew damn well how good she looked in that outfit! Cary was the type of woman that Beth is always attracted to. She was tall, but built more solidly than Beth, and in great shape. She looked a lot like one of those WWF bitches, except if Cary decided the wrestle you around, you were going to feel it for a long time! Cary stepped close and cupped Beth's breasts briefly. "How can you stand to let her out of your sight? She's amazing." Beth bridled a little at being spoken about in the third person. "Just have her back before lunch and we will all be happy!" Beth glared a little at me, and to teach me a lesson, she went to kiss her 'client'. Cary pulled back, restraining Beth with a hand to her chest. "Whoa, girl, no one gave you the OK to get too familiar." She turned to me. "Your little filly needs to learn a few manners." I smiled a little evilly, "Until lunch she's your filly." Cary laughed a laugh that made Beth pale. With a hand on her neck, she propelled toward the door. As it closed behind them I was pumping my fist in the air. Shower and a trip to the dining room for breakfast were on my agenda. Several of my other cohorts were there and knowing Beth would be 'tied' up, we had a nice morning chat. About 10 or so I decided this was my vacation too and headed to the pool in my black bikini. Some sun on this glorious morning was just within my plans. The hotel might have had mostly women, but there were a few guys and one cutie was swimming laps. Two girls near me were commenting on his body. I laid there with my sunglasses on doing some serious girl-watching of my own. After an hour in the sun I did a mile and drew a few nice glances as I climbed out of the pool. There was a lovely lady doing what I was doing, watching people and her head turned slightly in my direction. I smiled at her and she raised her glass to me. I pulled a lounger over next to her and we spent a pleasant morning chatting. I walked her back to her room and got in a few kisses before she broke the bad news and that she was there with her husband and he was presenting a seminar that morning at the conference. Oh well, I wasn't looking for any make involvement, so I teased her with another kiss and headed back to my room. This might be my vacation, but my poor little pussy was practically crying for some attention. I swung through the dining room and got a pitcher of ice tea to take back to the room, including a couple of tall glasses. Hotel room drinking glasses are for the birds! I just sat down when Cary brought Beth-love back to me and I might have swum a mile, she looked like she just ran a marathon! She was in a hotel robe, Cary carried the outfit back. "We didn't want to mess this up." Beth headed to the loo. "We, I thought you were solo?" "Weeeeeell in the club last night I found a couple of kindred souls and they helped me make it a morning Beth won't soon forget." "Oh, wonderful!" "I know, and the girls offered to re-pay me for what Beth cost. I could have made a profit." I raised an eyebrow." "No, I didn't. If real money ever changed hands this would go from a practical joke to a real crime." "Not so loud, she might hear you." "If she's not asleep standing there in the shower, then I am certainly losing my touch. Give her another minute and check on her." Cary gave me a toe-curler of a kiss and left. Oh I felt so good! Finale Cary was right, Beth was standing, more leaning on the shower wall, letting it hold her up. "Baby, what the hell happened?" She shook herself! "Do you remember that time we played with the Sybian?" "Oh yea, we got real silly with that toy." "Well I think I just met human Sybians. Cary is totally incredible; you would expect after an hour of pounding the hell out of me she might be getting tired. She orgasms without missing a beat with a strap-on! And her friend, Susan, is addicted to oral sex, more than you are! I can't count how many times they took me over... not to mention their other two friends whose names escape me. Where did you find these people?" "Hey, they found you; they just made me an offer!" Beth sobered up on that note. She stepped out of the shower and followed me into the room, dripping on the carpet. "Yea, about that. Trace, I am not a whore. Give the money back." She pleaded me with her eyes. "What, are you crazy?" "No, I'm serious. Give the money back, tell them it was a joke, a fantasy, anything, but don't make me a cheap whore." "Oh you certainly aren't cheap." I said, aiming for a laugh which fell flat. "You didn't argue the whore part." "Beth, you aren't a whore." "What the fuck do you think you were doing selling me for sex? Those ladies paid you. What does that make me? Damn Trace, what does it make you?" Beth was in tears. I looked at her, really looked at her. She was so sexy looking, so vulnerable, so earnest. I went over to my purse and pulled out the envelopes. "You want me to give them back?" "Please, Trace,..." I stopped her. "You know you didn't have to have sex with these women. That was your choice." "Fine, so I am a slut, we both knew that. Half this fucking hotel knows it. The biddies that look down theirs noses to me, the ones who offer money, hell even the pimp managing the place know I am a slut. So I'm a slut, but I can't be a whore, and you are turning me into one." "You mean you hated it." "No, baby, I love sex, always have and I hope I always will. But a whore, I can't do this." There was a knock at the door. "Another client?" Beth asked with a nasty snarl. "I'm not sure who it is." It was Sharon Peterson, the manager. "I've been getting some serious complaints. If you are going to keep up your activities, you have to dress a little less provocatively in the halls. I can't cover you any longer." "She wants to stop and give back all the money." "What? Is she nuts?" "No, she's serious." Sharon looked at me and I nodded. "You two better quit talking about me like I'm not here." "Well you can return your share, but I still want my cut." Beth looked back and forth between us like we were insane." "Your cut huh, exactly what was that?" Sharon grabbed one envelope and opened it. As the newspaper started spilling out she said, "I get all the ones with comic strips on them." Beth started at the falling paper, unable to believe her eyes. I opened a second and a third envelope and added the paper to the pile, more newsprint." Her eyes got huge and she fell to her knees. "YOU! You set me up. You!" I fell back on the bed laughing my ass off. Beth jumped up looking shocked, indignant, and sexy as hell. "How could you, how did you? Who..." She looked at Sharon. "You were in on this?" Sharon was laughing too. "Not me, it was all your girlfriend here. I found out last night and just let the ball roll. I came in to slow things down because some of our more straight clients were planning to call the cops on you." I was laughing so hard my eyes were tearing and my sides hurt. "So who were all those girls?" "F... f... friends of Kits and some others. They were all in on it. And several more groups, about 30 ladies in all. Some are going to be annoyed that we broke the news so soon. In fact there is a group of 10 planning to use you as a dining room table for their lunch." Beth started laughing! "Do you have any idea how I felt?" "Like me getting naked while tied up on stage?" Beth came over to me and threw a handful of paper on me. I was still laughing so hard it hurt. "My straight-as-an-arrow girlfriend, who can't play poker worth a damn, and who shocks me by how conventional she thinks came up with THIS? Who helped you?" I calmed down a little. "Sorry baby, the idea was mine. Andi helped with your outfits, Kitten and a few other girls at the club helped me round up some talent unknown to you. The hotel having this female weekend thing was really just luck. But this one is all mine!" "You are amazing, you bitch!" I stood up as regally as I could. "I am not a bitch, I am the Queen Bytch and you will do well to remember it, my little slut!" She smiled at me and then got this devilish grin. "Oh you got me alright, but just wait until I have you in my clutches again. You are dead meat!" And Winner Take All Sharon smiled the interplay between us. "Oh, yea, Temple says hello." "Wha?" "I told her to not spend so much time giving personal service to the guests." "When did you tell her this, and why? Is she in trouble?" "I told her that first thing this morning as she was waking up in my bed." "What? When did this happen?" "I have been lusting after that lovely girl for months, knowing I can't have her. Did you think I could miss her scent in your bed the other night? I was waiting for her when she tried to sneak out. We had a long 'conversation' and she's agreed to not do anything that will make me fire her." "In your bed?" "Of course, I am not as open as you two and I expect my lovers to have some semblance of faithfulness with me." "Well congrats to you both. When can we see her again?" "She's on tonight, 4PM. I told her to reserve one of the small private rooms for you and your friends. She and the waitress from the club, Sherrie, will take care of all of you--as servers, nothing more. Unlike some silly ass rumor, I am not pimping the girls who work for me. I have no idea how these things get started." "Sharon, can you come to our dinner as well?" I asked. "I'll be there for a little while. This place still requires a firm hand. You ladies be nice to Temple and her friend, or I'm sure I will be hearing about it. And quit the 'I Just Got the Hell Fucked Out Of Me' look in my halls." She kissed me and Beth and headed out. Beth looked at me with murder in her eyes and jumped at me on the bed. Epilogue So things didn't work out as planned, instead of whoring her for three days I barely got a full 24 hours out of it. Things got so complicated so quickly and while the cops would have been a problem, I couldn't stand the hurt in my Beth's face. She did spend the rest of the weekend as my personal beck-and-call girl and we had a terrific time with all our friends out in the open, we also made a whole bunch of new friends. The real ending came on Monday night when we had everyone together. The 30 of us plotters, Beth, Andi, Kit and Joy, Sharon, Temple, and Temple-friend Sherrie, plus 15 or 20 others that we got really close to. We had a private dinner in a large room in the conference center. I got ribbed pretty badly for spilling the beans, but the highlight of the evening, and the one thing that turned it into a full fledged orgy were the tapes of Beth in her three sex sessions and tons of other tape shot after I let the cat out of the bag. I even have a copy of one with Sharon, Temple, and I that I will treasure! Sherrie took it when the three of us slipped out to another room. We thanked her properly for it, trust me! Beth is also spending a little more time thinking before she bets. So far the stakes have been pretty innocuous, but I know she is planning something big. I'm trying to avoid it while planning my next big surprise for her. I mean amateur tapes are fun, but how about a full blown porn video?