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Jane Doe

By: Extreme Bohunk



It was cold. Pitch black. The cold was everywhere, the worst of it coming from the hard metal surface beneath her. It seeped into her bare skin, holding tight in an unforgiving grip. Despite all efforts, she was unable to move a muscle, a prisoner of the dark, and the relentless chilled air surrounding her.

She'd lost track of how long she'd laid in the darkness, the cold making its way to the core of her being. From time to time there was a sound, distant and unrecognizable.

Then nothing. Only the dark, only the cold. Her mind kept going back to the last thing she remembered.

It had been just another after hours party at the club where she danced. Some High Rollers from out of town, suck a few cocks, get a big tip, nothing out of the ordinary. The hairy blob she was sucking off was just about to blow his load when some other guys burst in, shouted something in Spanish and started shooting. Hairy Blob jerked and spurt into her mouth at the same instant a bullet tore through his brain and splattered it against the wall. A second later, she felt a sharp yank on her hair. After that, nothing. Only the dark, and the cold.

She tried for another uncountable time to move, to make a sound. To do anything. Again, there was nothing. Nothing but the dark. Nothing but the cold, the cold, the cold.

Her mind tried to drift, to think of anything that would distract from this Hellish and unexplained circumstance. She'd wanted to be an actress once, but those dreams gave way to the harsh reality of low paying Waitress jobs between auditions that never seemed to go any further than a greasy couch in some casting agent's office. The only thing that panned out briefly was when one of the sweaty slime bags set her up with his buddy, another smegma factory who produced low budget porn shorts.

After a month or so of getting her pussy pounded by coked up nameless cocks, she decided to take up dancing. She rationalized that it was acting of a sort, and much more preferable to taking cum shots in the face from walking AIDS sticks.

The money was a lot better than waitressing and the work was steady. Picking up a few extra bucks at the after hours parties was no worse than what she'd already done on some smelly casting couch. It seemed like an eternity ago, in another life somehow, but that was nothing compared to this timeless dark and cold surrounding her now.

Faint sounds reached her ears, growing louder. A few moments later, she recognized them as footsteps. A surge of excitement gave way to an uneasy mix of apprehension as she wondered if the same guys from the club were the ones that had put her here. If so, what would they do to her next? 

She picked out two sets of steps, walking briskly. They echoed slightly, as if coming along a hallway. There were two voices, both male. She decided anything was better than staying in here another minute, and tried to call out to them. Nothing came.

The voices and steps grew louder, paused, and then still louder along with the open and close of a door. They stopped near her head.

She clearly heard one of them say, "This is it."

A moment later, there was a click and shards of unexpected light blazed into her eyes, sending stabs of pain along her optic nerve into her brain. She tried to blink, but couldn't.

A loud clack of metal on metal was followed by an abrupt jerk that set her in motion with the sound of metal rollers. Her vision was an opaque blur of greenish tinged light. The motion and sound stopped with a small bump. A searing pain ripped through her neck.

One of the voices said, "Here she is Detective, the Jane Doe from the club."

Her mind tried to wrap itself around this sudden and unsettling chain of events. Why was there a Detective here? What did he mean by 'Jane Doe'? Where the fuck was she? A deeper sense of dread began to build in her.

She realized the greenish tint to the light was caused by its filtering through a sheet covering her face. She screamed, but again there was no sound.

Voice one asked, "Help me get her on the gurney, would you?"

He counted '3' and suddenly she felt herself being moved sideways with another metal on metal sound. Every bump was agony, forgotten as the shock of what she heard next sunk in.

The Detective asked, "Cause of death?" Voice one replied, "Preliminary exam is broken neck, severing of the spinal cord at the 3rd and 4th vertebrae."

The green lifted from her eyes, her view changed to an institutional style ceiling with fluorescent lights. In her peripheral vision, she could make out the two men standing over her. One wore a suit, the other a lab coat. Terror ripped through her as he leaned across the table and she read the patch on his coat. It said 'Coroner'.

An abrupt jerk accompanied by a fresh blast of pain cut through her rising panic long enough for her body to be turned to one side. Her head rolled limply, her mind reeling between pain and unheard screams. Horror and pain fought for and exchanged supremacy. 

The heat from his hands, so intense it almost burned, was a shock to her cold skin. His grip tightened and he moved her head so the Detective could see where her neck was broken. She couldn't decide which was worse, the pain it caused or the sound of her shattered bones grinding wetly into each other and traveling through her skull. The Detective looked on, making some notes in a small spiral notepad.

He commented, "We looked all through the club, but couldn't find any I.D. on this one."

Without looking up, the Coroner asked, "I assume you tried running her prints?"

"Yeah" the Detective replied, and added, "We got nothing. No criminal record, nothing through DMV. Just a dead hooker with no name."

The Coroner grunted his agreement and remarked, "There's no evidence of drug use, no needle marks. Actually this one's pretty healthy looking."

He lowered her head back onto the table, a fresh round of sparks exploded in her neck, continuing as she was rolled back to her original position, staring into the fluorescents. Mercifully the pain began to diminish, calming to a dull roar. She felt the sheet lifting and then sliding off her body.

The Coroner stated, "No other visible signs of trauma. This was quick. Professional. She never felt a thing."

The Detective made a few more notes and asked, "So what happens to her now?"

The Coroner replied. "We give it a couple of days to see if anybody from Missing Persons gets a call. If not, we ship her off to County and they take it from there. Damn shame with this one, she was a looker."

The Detective gave him an unseen odd look. A wash of shame and vulnerability went through her. She could almost feel their eyes on her. In spite of her past, she felt genuinely naked, exposed. The only comfort was the feel of warm air on her skin. It was warmer, and light out here. So much better than being...In There. In the cold. In the dark.

The Detective said, "I'm done here. Here's my card, give me a call if anything turns up."

Over the sound of retreating footsteps, the Coroner replied, "Sure thing."

The door opened and closed. There were a few moments of silence, broken by the Coroner's breathing. He took a deep breath, paused and then let it out.

He mumbled under his breath, "Yeah, I got your card Detective."

She heard him wad it up, a moment later it thunked into a waste can. His face appeared in her vision. It was horribly pockmarked. Deep scars from acne peppered his skin. There was something oddly familiar about it, something from way back, from another life. With a motionless shudder, she realized he was looking her up and down, an uncomfortable sheen in his eyes.

She startled inwardly when his fingertips first brushed and then began to move in circles over her flat, cool stomach. Her skin tried to soak in the heat from them. Emotions collided inside her. Revulsion. Disgust. Shame over the realization that if she could, she would press herself into the grotesque caress if only for the warmth it offered.

His hands moved up, cupping one breast and then the other. She felt sick at herself beginning to welcome his touch, craving more heat. He stopped.

Her mind was relieved, but her skin begged for more. More warmth. More heat.

His face disappeared, footsteps moved toward the door. A moment later, she heard it lock. Anxiety rose in her, why had he locked the door? She tried not to think about it. His face reappeared.

Her memory jogged. She knew him. From somewhere, from a long time ago. Searching desperately, her mind came up empty. Suddenly his eyes looked directly into hers. It was a horrible look, full of malevolent glee. A humorless dry smile creased his thin lips, more of a sneer. Somehow, she felt even colder.

"Well, well, well." He breathed in a spite filled whisper, "Always nice to meet a body from the home town."

He knew her! But from where?

His low hiss continued, "What's it been? 15 years or so? Why I'll bet you wouldn't even know me if you saw me on the street. I'll bet you wouldn't even remember me. You'd just give that same blank stare you're giving me now. Nice to see things worked out so well for you."

Her mind searched frantically. Who the fuck was this guy?

He went on, "Yeah, just look at you. Used to be such hot shit weren't you? Miss 'Gonna Be a Big Star' someday. One of the 'Beautiful People.' Now you're just another dead fucking hooker with no fucking name." 

He spit a brittle, smug laugh. His cruel words continued. "You and your little clique. All the cutesy nicknames you had for me. Poindexter. Four-eyes. Pizza face. Yeah, I remember them all. Looks like I got the last laugh though, don't it?"

Her eyes would have bugged if they could as her memory crashed together like a jigsaw puzzle made from broken glass. Larry! What was his last name? Larry...Mill-something was all she could remember.

Larry Mildew is what they'd called him. An ugly misfit that couldn't even fit in with the dorks. He was an ugly kid and had grown to an even uglier man. The fact that she was at the mercy and judgment of a loser like him added another level of humiliation to this unspeakable scenario. Revulsion rolled through her in waves as his beady eyes leered up and down her nakedness, his breaths becoming deeper.

Suddenly his face disappeared, she heard him move toward her feet. A moment later twin vises of heat grabbed just above her knees, pulling them apart with sharp cracking sounds from where her legs joined her body. Each crack brought a small firework of agony. Her feet fell from the table, spreading her thighs even wider when the calves followed. Her knees reached the edges of the table, held open by the dead weight now dangling below them. She felt even more naked, knowing her neatly trimmed pussy was totally exposed to the light and his hungry stare. 

Over the hum of the fluorescents boring into her eyes, came the sound of a belt buckle and then a zipper being opened. Her mind vomited what her stomach couldn't as the sounds of him masturbating forced themselves into her ears. His sharp jerky breaths became laced with soft grunts as his pace quickened.

"So many nights." he grunted, "So many nights I wondered what you looked like naked. Wondered what so many others knew, what it felt like to be inside you. To fuck you."

He stopped abruptly. There was the sound of fumbling, and then the crinkle of plastic. The table bumped as he climbed onto it, between her legs. Dread filled her as she knew what was coming next. His face reappeared directly over hers, his stinking breath hot on her cheeks.

"I'm finally gonna know." His polluted whisper continued, "I may not be the first, but I'm definitely going to be the last."

A moment later, his condom covered cock jabbed into her, burning as his jerky thrusts pushed deeper until his balls seared against her ass. He pushed harder, trying to go still deeper. She was forced to watch his expressions of pleasure as his hot cock started to saw in and out of her. Disgust rode her harder than he did, hating each thrust.

The cold of the table at her back contrasted sharply with the now unwelcome warmth of his body on hers, centered by the heated stabs between her legs. Her body began to betray her, greedily craving the heat of his cock invading her femininity with a nearly epileptic intensity.

Her last shred of dignity evaporated as he began pumping still harder, causing a familiar and unwanted tingle every time he banged against her clit. She tried to fight it, but it climbed, building quickly. She gave up, accepting the fact that Larry Mildew was going to make her come. If she could move, she'd be meeting him thrust for thrust, begging him to finish her. He grunted and sped up, still faster, harder, his balls slapping off her ass, adding another push toward the edge she now desperately wanted. Larry gave a series of high pitched whines, his hips jerking insanely. Suddenly he froze. She felt his cock jerking inside her, inside the condom. The extra heat of his squirting sperm pushed her over. Another silent scream came as her release blasted through her, pushing already ragged limits of what remained of her concept of self and sanity.

She was dimly aware of his pulling out, the sudden loss of heat snapping her back to an even harsher reality. He rolled off, fixed himself, and moved her legs back onto the table. She sobbed mentally at the combined loss of his warmth and any humanity that had been left in her. She thought she'd sunk low before, but now felt it couldn't get any worse than this. His face appeared again, looking down with another sneer. He lifted a cell phone, dialed it, and began to speak. "Yeah, hey it's Larry down at the Morgue. I got one for you. Uh huh, female, early 30's. Nah, total Jane Doe. Uh huh. OK. Same deal as usual, right? $250 cash, I'll take care of the paperwork."

He paused, barked a short laugh, and continued, "Yeah, damn shame how a body can get lost in the system ain't it?"

He laughed again, "Alright, swing by when you can to pick her up, later is better."

He hung up, turning his attention to her. "Well 'Jane' I better get you back into the cooler until your ride gets here."

His next comment told her that things could indeed get worse. Worse than she could imagine.

He leaned in close, his foul whisper burning her ear. "Ya know, I can't decide which I like more. The fact that I finally got to fuck you, or that I let you stay a 'Jane Doe', knowing full well who you are, and that all I had to do was tell the Detective."

Her rising terror and silent screams exploded as he went on, "My only regret is that you'll never know. Never know that I fucked you and sold your dead ass to the Medical School like a hunk of meat where they'll cut you up, piece by piece, until you're all....gone." 

With some sharp jerks, she was quickly pulled onto the gurney, wheeled across the room, and placed back on the sliding drawer. Her vision narrowed as he pushed her body into the cooler, the well machined rollers making small vibrations until it clicked into place. The door slammed shut.

She was back in the dark, in the cold. Every sound brought a fresh tide of sickening terror, knowing that soon, there would be two more sets of footsteps.

Jane Doe Shows Off



My name is 'Jane Doe'. I have been married long enough to have passed the seven year itch, but still no where near 'old'. In that time I've never cheated on my husband. I had been to several bachelorette parties over the years and most had male strippers. Many of the girls who attended I knew really well, some were longtime friends. It was funny how different we all were when we attended these parties; as opposed to the 'Suzie Homemakers' most of them were the rest of the time. When the dancers would take it off and we had consumed a lot of alcohol the parties got pretty crazy. The women would jack-off the dancers as they waved their cocks in our faces. Some of my friends would get so wild they would start sucking the dancers off. I came close on a couple drunken occasions but never did. 

Once, a friend of mine was sitting in my chair with me and she sucked a guy off. She was trying to get me to take turns with her but I didn't. I told her that I wanted to watch. It turned me on being so close and hearing the sounds. That turned into the scariest thing concerning my husband I had ever been faced with. By the looks of it, my friend was quite good at what she was doing. I started saying in her ear to 'suck it, suck it.' The dancer lasted quite a while but soon she pulled it out of her mouth and began jacking him off. His abs and legs tightened and warm come began shooting out of him and into our faces. My friend began squealing with delight as she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She kept jacking him off until he stopped ejaculating and a string of come dripped from the tip of his cock and onto my knee. We ended up with come all over our faces, in our hair and on our clothes. The quantity of his load surprised me. It sobered me up pretty fast when I wondered how I was going to clean up without my husband seeing anything. I felt like come stains were pretty easy to recognize. 

I had always gone home after these parties but I called my husband and told him I was too inebriated to even safely take a cab by myself. With his blessing I ended up staying with the host as did most of the other women who had come stains on their clothes and the salty taste of spunk in their mouths. My husband and I had an unspoken agreement about these events. 'Did you have fun?' 'Did you have a good time?' whatever, just nothing specific. He knew the men; I knew the women, we did not discuss it. I always figured that it would be him that would pry for information about the women's parties.

Apparently some pictures made it into the hands of one of the husbands where a couple of the women in it were squatting onto dildos in the middle of the room. This caused the men to begin talking and asking questions among themselves and a few directed questions to their wives. The husband who saw the pictures (supposedly) said that he saw the pictures but that he didn't recognize the women in them who were on the dildos but that he did recognize the women in the background (but wouldn't say who). He was no doubt lying to avoid the wrath of his wife. I remember at that particular party, after consuming vast amounts of alcohol we all decided to make it a panty party as well as having the adult toys and male strippers. The women in the pictures were squatting onto sizeable dildos as they sucked the dancer's cocks off. The rest of us were in our bra and panties more or less standing around the women and cheering them on. 'Suck it! Suck it! Suck it! We all cheered until the guys blew their load into the women's mouths and onto their faces. 

When my husband finally came to me to get the 'inside' scoop I simply told him that he knew that we had adult toys at the parties, sometimes some of the girls took them for a test drive... and no, I wasn't one of them." He accepted that answer with a smile and a shrug and never spoke of it again. 

I think it was that, that made me so curious. He was so smug, so aloof about the bachelor parties that it made me want to ask him. I never dared. I asked several of my closer friends whose husbands attended and they knew as much as I did. They were curious as well because none of the men ever spoke of it other than just another night out with the guys. We knew that was bullshit. It had to be. We've had super bowl parties and the men are almost out of hand crazy. The thought process of a woman says 'If guys get that crazy over football, how are they around strippers?' When I got news from Mary that another friend was getting married and had the details on the parties, I passively enquired. So Mary filled me in. "What if we could see the party?" She asked with a devious tone in her voice. "How could you do that without them knowing about it?" I softened. "just let them have their fun, who cares." I secretly wanted to know as badly as Mary did.

"I'm just curious." She said with a glint in her eye. "You can't tell me you wouldn't love to see into their world just once?" Mary had her point. 

"What would you do if you didn't like what you found out? I mean geeze Mary, what if he saw you giving that hunk a blow job at the last party?"

Mary smiled deviously. "That's exactly my point. What pray tell are those men doing that we don't know about?"

"So set up a camera." I offered. "The party for the men is at your house this time. Just record the thing."

"I thought about that." Mary said as her face suddenly deflated from a smile to one of retrospective thought.. "I could set up a video camera but I'm not sure where they'll be in the house and besides, the tape only lasts a couple of hours at best. The strippers or whoever they have won't even be there by then."

(That gave me an idea that sent shivers down my spine and made my stomach tingle.) Mary continued. "I'd have to begin recording when I left the house."

"Let me do some checking around. I might have an idea." I said. The smile on my face told Mary that it was a doozy. 

"What!" She demanded in a gleeful whisper. "Tell me!"

"I just shook my head and smiled. "Just wait."

Mary had no idea that anyone could possibly want to spy on the men as badly as she wanted to. If she only knew what was going through my head. I was going to try and go to their party as one of the dancers. I'm attractive, I'm in good physical condition... and I'm very recognizable. That last thing would be the undoing to my perfect plan. 

I called Mary to get the particulars to the party. She had dug them up for me and was still begging to know what I was up to. "I'll let you know if it works Mary." I said as I hung up the phone. I contacted the business that was supplying the dancers and spoke with the manager. I figured that being one of the dancers would be my only chance of getting in. The manager only knew that the reason I wanted to do it was so that I could see it and that my husband would be there. He didn't like that part. He didn't like that part at all. "You might see things you shouldn't ya' know little lady? 

It would be a big downer to have a furious wife pop up and start screaming at an unsuspecting hubby who has a dancer rubbing her nether regions in his lap." 

"I assure you that I wouldn't react. She could give him a blowjob and I wouldn't only stay cool at the party, no one would ever know that I went... if there was some way to hide my identity. 

"I'll tell you what lady, you seem nice; come by my club tomorrow morning at 8:00 and we'll see if there's a possibility of this takin' place." He then added. "It seems to go against confidentiality though." He let out a sigh that seemed more like a puff. "We can talk though."

I knew that translated at least in part to 'Let's see your tits and ass first.'

"Great!" I said gladly. "I'll see you tomorrow morning at 8:00 then."

I showed up at the club at 7:55. The parking lot was empty except for a few vehicles that I assumed belonged to employees preparing to open later or to those smart enough who took a cab the night before after a night of drinking. I pulled the front door and it opened. A man was standing just inside and asked what I was there for. The morning sunlight was in stark contrast to the dark interior of the club. The light flooded across a corner of the club brightly illuminating everything in its path. "I have an appointment with the manager." I said as if back in my high rise corner office.

"Take a seat at the bar." The man said with a passive wave of his arm. 

As the door to the club closed, the sliver of light illuminating the room shrank in size and suddenly disappeared, seemingly throwing me into darkness. I had to slow my 'trying-ever-so-hard-to-be-casual' pace until my eyes adjusted to the dim light inside.

Just as my butt settled onto the bar stool a loud voice seemed to come out of nowhere. 

"How do ma'am?" I turned to see a portly man approaching me with his hand jutted out to shake hands. I liked this guy immediately, cowboy hat and all. He spoke with a southern drawl that fit his looks to a tee.

"Hello there." I said returning a smile. "Are you Mr. McDaniel, the manager?"

"Why I certainly am sweetheart, and you must be the Jane that was on the other end of my phone line yesterday." Mr. McDaniel looked at me and shook his head as if I was some long lost cousin. I couldn't help but smile at his animation.

The way he looked at me, I had to ask. "What?" 

"My goodness. I talk to many-a ladies on the phone and I can only guess at what's gonna walk through that front door. You just sounded so nice on the phone I had you pegged as a... uh..." Mr. McDaniel took a different tact. "If you don't mind me sayin', you look every bit as good as you sound. Lordy ma'am..." Mr. McDaniel leaned in and lowered his voice. "I'd put 'em all out of business and retire early if all the girls looked like you." He chuckled and slapped his hand on his knee. "Skip! Two mugs here!" He called out to the man behind the bar. Skip the bartender slid two little mugs of orange juice onto the bar. "Alright, down to business Jane. You want to join my girls at a certain party that by the way, Mr. Jane will be attending, a Mr. Jane...?" He said it looking for a last name.

"Jane Doe." I said with a cunning smile.

"I figured as much." He said lowering his chin and raising an eyebrow slightly. "Anyway...I'm thinkin' it sounds like a lot of horse nonsense that could get some folks in pretty hot water, but this is a first for me and so far you appear to have the talent and don't appear to be crazy, so out of curiosity I'm listenin'."

I explained to Mr. McDaniel very briefly about our (the women's) party history and laid it out as plainly as I could which ended with me telling him how badly I wanted to pull this off.

"If your just after wanting t'know what goes on at these parties I can tell you that and send you on your way." Mr. McDaniel had a serious look on his face. "For a thousand bucks a half dozen girls will show up at his party and strip for the men just like they do here, only it's at a private residence so they don't have to abide by the rules like they do here... more or less. The more the men tip, the more they get. Your acquaintance that is putting on this party is a successful businessman with money to blow, I sat right here and made the deal with him. He said there would be 30 or so guys at this shin dig and demanded only the best looking dancers attend. He pointed them out as he saw them milling around the club here. If your ol' man and the other fellas' are half as loaded as this guy, you can expect it all at his party."

"What do you mean by all?" I asked.

He looked me squarely in the eye and said. "Since your considerin' taking part in this, I'll tell you what to expect. These girls won't leave anything to the imagination. They're gonna bear it all and then some. Just like your man dancers floppin' their dillys in you girls' faces. Some might even put on a little show of their own with some toys to really get them boys worked up and then if your guys display enough self control and toss around enough cash, the girls will sell condoms. With a condom these boys can get a blow job or get some pussy, pardon my French, dependin' on how much they bought that condom for."

"Do all of the girls have to do that?" I said a little surprised.

"Hell no honey, none of them have to do it. My girl Savannah came up with the condom deal. I don't see any of the cash from these parties. I just broker the deals for the girls because they're the reason I have a successful business. They work their asses off for me up here an' I appreciate it. It's strictly up to the girl if she wants to get physical. They gotta show the goods to be a dancer but they don't have to get physical. Hell, I even supply the bouncers for the parties just so I know they're safe.

Mr. McDaniel was eyeing me in a way to size me up after telling me all of this. I didn't flinch. I finally spoke. "Can you hide my identity?"

"I can. What I can't do is hide your voice. Dancers talk to th' boys ya know, it keeps 'em hooked. Are you really serious about going through with this?"

"How many women, Mr. McDaniel have said that it was a fantasy of theirs to dance and strip in front of a crowd of men?"

"More than I can count." He smiled.

"These are men I see quite often and their glances at my ass or my breasts don't go unnoticed. If you can hide my identity I'll handle the rest."

"And Mr. Jane? How do I know that you're not in the middle of a divorce and looking for ammunition against your man or some other kind of foolishness? You are asking me to put my business on the line."

"That thought ever occurred to me. This is all just fun mischief to me. I understand your position Mr. McDaniel. Other than giving you my assurance that revealing my identity at such a party would be completely destructive to me personally and professionally, I will draw up a contract that will guarantee my actions." Mr. McDaniel was watching my face intently. "I really want to do this." I pleaded sweetly. 

"I'll tell you what Ms. Doe. Do you agree that I'm taking certain risks here?"

"Yes." I said nodding.

"Here's the deal then. I want you to fill out an application for employment and we'll attach a Polaroid just like any other person who's hired on. You put all of that information into a big envelope and seal it up good. I won't even look at it. If it all goes well, I hand the envelope back to you unopened. If you do end up goin' fruity on me I can at least say that you worked for me and I knew nothin' about any foolishness."

"So you fill out a hire date and give me the stuff, I fill out the rest, we put a picture with it all and I get it all back."

"That's about it."

"What's to keep me from putting bogus information down?" I knew the answer.

"Sweetheart, you can count on it in this business. We have a picture of you and your handwriting on a company form. I don't expect you to put your real info darling." He said with a knowing smile.

"So you go to this shin dig and see your man, then what?"

I smiled and said as boldly as my racing heart allowed. "Just another guy watching me strip and getting a hard on."

Mr. McDaniel smiled gently and nodded his head. "Here's the deal. It appears you went to college so I assume you've never had to dance like this. Am I correct?" I shook my head. "No, I've never danced like this." McDaniel's head bounced knowingly and he grimaced. "The party is in three weeks. You come in here two days a week and learn, then practice your tight little ass off at home and the third week you do it on stage here for the crew. If you can dance by that third week, I'll let you in. For teaching you the ropes, the girls get your cut of the party money; you can keep your tips. They won't otherwise mind cuz there's so many men." He looked a little embarrassed. "I ran it by my lead girl last night, without all of the details of course and got her blessing."

I was nodding my head in agreement. "My identity?"

"Ahh yes. You'll make a great pussy."

I flinched. "What!"

McDaniel smiled. "It's a cat lady get up. A full body suit of black leather and rubber, long black boots and long black gloves to match. On top you have a mask that only lets them see your sweet red lips and nose. The mask zips on so it can't accidentally come off. It even has little ears and a place for you to let your hair out. The suit has several holes in it to keep things cool and allow the boys to slide the greenbacks in, but I ain't gonna lie to ya sweetheart, it's a hot get up, you'll be sweatin' like a pig in July. The top pulls away for you to show your boobs and the crotch has a panel so you can... show your assets down there. 

You can't risk takin' the suit off. With a body like that he's sure to recognize ya. Mr. Doe that is." 

In the end we came to an agreement. When I came in to practice, we would assemble the envelope. I had to learn to dance. That consisted of showing up at the club a couple of hours before they opened and practicing with the new girls (and leaving before they opened. My stage name would be Pussycat. Little did I know how physically conditioned a woman had to be in to do this. Thank god I was in good shape.

On my last practice session at the club I wore the whole get-up and ended up doing a routine where I stripped as much as the suit would let me. As much as I would at the party. It was fun. Everyone clapped when I finished. The manager jokingly called out over the sound system offering me a job. I was embarrassed. I never thought I would ever dance on a stage, give a lap dance or dance erotically with another woman, but I could now and would for a group of men very soon. 

The big night came. I had waited until the last possible moment to tell Mary that I had made a deal with the 'company' that her husband hired to actually sneak me into the house. By all means my husband had to believe that I was at the women's party. Surprisingly Mary didn't press for details and thought it sounded good so far and would back me up 100% on her end, provided I filled her in on all of the dirty details. 

The big night finally came. After driving to meet the other girls, we changed into our costumes and got into a limousine that was waiting for us. I asked who the three huge men were and Savannah (The lead girl) told me that they were the bouncers. If any guys do anything you don't want them to, these guys will physically remove them or physically impair them. That really made me feel better. We arrived at the party which was full under way. It was at Mary's house. It was a big beautiful home that I had been to on many occasions. As I approached the house with the others, the men saw us coming and announced it... loudly. Men began whooping and hollering. I heard cat-calls and numerous other words of excitement that define men under high doses of testosterone levels and alcohol. 

Savannah led us as we went into the house and then stopped after we all made it in and the door was closed behind the last bouncer. "Hello Boy's!" She called out. "We're here!" I knew most of the men there; they were the other halves of the women who were by now getting worked up on buff men and their cocks at the bachelorette party. Savannah introduced us. "Gentlemen, there is entirely too much dick at this party, we're here to fix that little problem The men yelled their approvals. She continued. "I am Savannah, here is Cherry, this sweetheart is Cleopatra, this is the voluptuous Indy, this beauty is Morgan and over here is the pussy....cat of the night, Pussycat!" The men cheered their approval. 

Savannah raised her hand to quiet the men and continued. "Gentlemen, we are here to have fun and give you a party you won't forget... but before we get started there are some rules. Number 1. No touching unless we invite you to. Number 2. No touching unless we invite you to. The same goes for rule number three..." Savannah raised her voice. "What is rule three boys?" The men shouted out. "No touching ......" 




Jane Doe Shows Off



"Very good." Savanna said smiling, showing her beautiful white teeth. "We will dance and have fun and give the groom a dance of his own that he won't soon forget. If you want a lap dance to yourself, a twenty dollar bill will get you a whole song. If we do an especially good job for you it's customary to add to that but that's up to you." Savannah turned her body toward the huge muscled men behind her and looked back at the crowd of party-goers. "These puppy dogs back here couldn't care less what happens here tonight guys... unless someone breaks the rules. All of the party goers looked at the men behind us and put on their best rule abiding faces. The 'puppy dogs' were intimidating. Each one was wearing reflective glasses that made them seem even more threatening. Savannah walked through the crowd of men to the stereo and put in a CD. "With that said gentlemen. Let's party!" She turned up the volume and the sound filled the house. The girls and I went into action. It was just like being back at the club. 

I had seen my husband shortly after we came into the house. I had to keep reminding myself not to look at him any more than I looked at any other guy. Indy came up to me and began dancing with me. We had done a little couple dancing at the club to practice. It made it easier for me because I had someone to focus on. Indy put her arms around me and slid her hands up the back of my thighs, over my ass and up my back. It was choreographed completely. I threw my head back and squatted down and slid my body back up against her until we were once again looking into each other's eyes. The men went nuts. Indy put her arms around my neck in a hug so I put my mine around her waist. She moved in close to my ear so I could hear over the music. "That was the money shot, when you turn around there's going to be 10 guys holding bills in the air for us." 

On the next song just pick one. I'll take the one closest to you." It was a little funny. The men thought we were making out and loved it. Indy was right. When I turned around a dozen guys were holding up $20 bills and begging for attention. India licked her hand and then slapped me on my tight leather covered ass. The guys ate it up and waved their money with renewed energy. We moved in so that the ones who wanted a closer look could slide their tips into our costumes. When the song hit the last third I did it as practiced. I pulled the panel from the front of my suit that uncovered my breasts and threw it in the direction of the bouncers who retrieved it and put it away with the other dancers discarded clothing elements. I could see the men's eyes darting from my breasts to my face and to somewhere below my waist line. While it wasn't my first motivator, the fantasy portion of this excursion was becoming everything I had hoped it would be. Having a group of men focused on me when there were five other beautiful women to look at was to me in some weird sense, a huge compliment. I was eating up the attention as much as they were eating up my lascivious dance. 

One man added another twenty to the first and waved it at me. He was the mild mannered husband of one of my friends that I never saw so much as look at another woman in a disrespectful way. With a demure smile I held up four fingers. It was to ask him if he was saying forty bucks. He shouted "Two bills, one dance baby." And then smiled like a boy getting candy. I worked my way against India and told her I had one picked out. "I'll be there baby." She said grinding her hips. I actually practiced lap dances on other dancers at the club, I was a little nervous though. I wondered how much different John Q. Party-goer would be than the dancers like Savannah and India that I practiced on. The first song broke into a remix and then the next song started.. It was pretty fast and you could feel the bass inside your body which also made it easy to dance to. India put her arm around me and we swung our hips together as we walked to the men. There was a slit like a bikini on my suit where it would show a little skin and allow the cash tips to be slid inside. I pulled it open and the forty dollar guy slid the two twenties into it. I held his hand and led him to the couch where I playfully pushed him back onto it and went to work. India's man plopped right next to mine so we got to use each other during our routine. Quite a few men gathered around the couch to watch. 

I performed my first lap dance on a man that I knew fairly well and he ate it up like a college boy. He had no idea I was the very woman he sat across from and visited with at the charity banquet not a month before. I didn't invite him to touch me but I did put my breasts in his face so close that my nipples grazed his cheek. Before the song was over I lowered my ass into his lap and rotated my hips in a circular thrusting motion. I could feel his erection through the leather suit. It hardly seemed fair. It was almost certain that the dancers for the bachelorette party were going to get jacked off or sucked. These poor guys had to sit and endure their arousal as we did our best to arouse them even more. I almost smiled as I remembered what McDaniel said to me. "The hornier a guy is, the less he cares about money... 'shake it and take it' sweetheart." 

When the song ended, my first guy was very pleased with what his forty bucks got for him. He pulled out another twenty when the song ended and said. "Hit me again darlin'." I leaned into him with a soft smile. "I'll be back later." I said close to his ear. "Hang onto it." They had told me not to do multiple songs at first for the guys because they wouldn't pay as much. When they know the night is almost over, they'll start paying a lot more to keep their favorite dancer in their face. 

I saw another man that I knew very well. He and his wife had dinner at our house two weeks before. Most of these men were pretty well off, but this guy was especially so. He was the owner of this house and the husband of my co-conspirator Mary. Going to him was going into the lions den. My husband was next to him. He was holding up a hundred dollar bill. When they saw me coming, my husband patted him on the back and then stepped back as if to give him room. I held the slit of my body suit open wide. He smiled at me and looked at the revealing opening that went from my hips to within four inches of my crotch. He casually slid the $100 bill into the suit as far as he dared. I could feel his fingers next to my pubic bone. My husband slid a dining chair up behind him so he could sit down. I gave my husband a wink and a smile as he stepped away. He had no idea he could go home tonight and fuck this dancer to his hearts content. The thought turned me on. 

My husband was taking in a double feature. Cleopatra was so close that we bumped hips. We turned away from our guys and put our arms around each other and seductively rubbed our bodies together. She gave me a swat on the ass and I returned it with a quick swat of my own. My husband was grinning ear to ear. I liked seeing him just being one of the guys. The music began pounding and I went to work on my $100 dance. All of the dances are combinations of the same moves. You just mix and match them for whatever seems to flow the best and what you want to present to the guy. It sounds easier than it actually is but once you've got it things flow nicely. Each song has what they taught to me as trigger points. It's the mid, the last quarter or the last twenty seconds, whatever depending on the song. One thing they told me was not to get too hot and heavy before the mid at least. If you let a guy touch you in the first minute of the song, he'll expect it the whole three or four minutes and may want to go too far by the end of the song. With this guy, I waited until the mid point and started rubbing my breasts against him. 

I supported myself by holding his arms at his sides. It works on two levels and keeps it safe without telling them as much. I turned and dropped my ass into his lap and did my best grind. I could easily feel his growing erection through my suit. When I felt his hand on my hip I stood and turned and waved my finger at him. I was trying to keep speaking to a minimum. He shook his head and smiled then dropped his hands back to his sides. I nodded with a smile. I actually knew this guy pretty well. He was attractive in a magazine kind of way but not someone I would be attracted to. I cupped my breasts in my hands and leaned into his face. I slid them across his face and pressed my nipples against him. Just after the last quarter I felt a tongue on my nipple and then his mouth opened slightly. He knew that I knew, so I pressed into him to let him know he was on safe ground and to go ahead. "Don't bite me." I said into his ear. His mouth opened and he began sucking my breast. I was still grinding and moving but held my breast right there for him. With less than a minute to go I pulled away and offered him the other breast which he took to surprisingly gently. At twenty seconds out I lifted his hand to my hip so that he could feel me grinding. He raised his other hand to my other hip and held onto me as he lapped at my nipple. Five seconds out I put my hands on his shoulders and pulled away. As the song ended I smiled and patted him on the cheek. He smiled big and said. "Thanks sweetie."

"Anytime." I said. I avoided looking at my husband and turned and walked away. 

I had to go do two songs in the center so the other girls could give dances and make the bigger money. The guys would slip smaller bills into your suit for a little attention so you went from one guy to the next and just danced. This was easier. So far I was making a better hourly rate than I did as an attorney. In ten minutes I had made $120, My mind automatically turned that into $720 an hour. Wow. As Cleo, Morgan and I danced to the next song my husband and his friend come over to where we were. Cleo went to my husband and started showing him attention for the cash he held in his hand. After saying something into his ear and making him smile, she put her hands on his hips and pressed her body against him in a slow grinding motion. He was a gentleman and left his hands at his sides until she lifted them to her hips and drew him close again. It was hard for me not to become entranced and just stare at them together. It wasn't that I liked seeing him like this but I liked watching. Cleo held one of his hands as she turned away from him and then placed his hands back onto her grinding hips. She reached behind her and held him so she could pull herself back against him and press her ass against the front of his pants. I wondered, was she pressing against an erection. Cleo bent over and arched her back, with her hands on her knees she slid her ass up and down the front of his pants. With his hands on her hips and her movements she made it looked like he was fucking her. He slipped a five dollar bill into the back of her g-string. Cleo placed her hand on his chest and said something and then went to the next guy. 

The next time I looked at him, he was watching me work for a tip. I was backed up against one of the men, holding his tie over my shoulder and grinding my ass into the front of his pants. My husband watched intently as the guy reached around my waist and slid both of his hands into the slits of my outfit. He left a five dollar bill in each one. I finally made my way to my husband and his friend and started working them. I could see the erection in my husband's pants. I turned around and backed up against him, inviting him to hold my hips and pull me against his body. I could feel his erection immediately and rubbed against it in a humping motion. He slid a ten dollar bill into my suit and invited me over for another lap dance. His friend said... "Another dance?" I moved close to his ear to reply. "It'll be a little while but I'll be over." I couldn't risk talking to my husband. He nodded cheerfully and the two watched as I moved to the next guy. I actually heard him say 'goddam she's hot.' My husband agreed with an exaggerated nod of his head. He was looking at my ass wrapped up tight in the leather suit. In total we would do about twelve songs. That would put me back to them in the last three or four. 

I took a break the next song and shoved my tips into my bag and got a beer. 

Savannah came over to me and smiled big. "This is a good party. These guys are pretty cool. How are you doing?" 

"This is different... in a good way. I'm having fun."

"The guys aren't usually as cool as these. It beats the hell out of a bunch of college guys for sure." Savannah said with obvious relief..

I asked her if I was doing okay and she put her arm around me. "I can't believe how well you're doing. The home stretch is coming up, you ready?" Savannah asked.

In the 'home stretch' the dancers began showing more and doing more. It was totally up to the dancer though. They were expected to show more than their breasts but past that it was up to her. In my case they told me if I was uncomfortable not to worry about it. I said that I would wait and see how it went. By the ninth song I had dropped over $600 into my bag. I couldn't believe how fast I was making money. Song number nine came up and I was free to give dances as I chose. I looked around the room and saw the $100 guy and my husband with Cleopatra and his friend with Cherry. They were giving the guys a good dance. I saw that Cherry was pulling the crotch of her teddy aside for her guy to get a good look. I couldn't tell with Cleo and my husband. She was pulling his face into her breasts and grinding in his lap. 

The first guy I danced for, the $40 guy was waving at me with a handful of bills. "Just one song here Catlady." He said nervously. "Just let me see it all this time, like those guys over there." I looked back to see what was obviously Cleo showing my husband her pussy. I smiled at him mischievously. "Instead of calling me Catlady, why don't you just call me Pussy." The poor man lost his breath on the spot. "Are you gonna put your whole wad in at once or tease me little by little stud?" He looked surprised. "How do you want it?" He asked. I opened my suit as wide as it would possibly go. "Just give it to me all at once and we'll get down to some real business. He was already eyeballing my skin through the cutout in my suit, waiting for me to let him put his cash in. He, like most of the guys tried to slide it as deep as they possibly could hopefully touching my pussy. I let him get his kicks. He wasn't going to get down that far. I let him suck my breasts in the first half of the song. He put his hands on my hips and I rubbed his crotch with mine by grinding in his lap. His cock was as hard as they come, not necessarily big but hard. I lifted my foot to the back of the couch effectively spreading my legs and unzipped the crotch of my suit. He moved his face toward me and I pulled away. I touched my body with my finger and he watched intently. Just as long as he didn't try to put his fingers into me I was fine. I lowered onto his lap and situated myself on his erection (his pants were still on and cock safely tucked away inside.) I began grinding my wet body on him as I cupped my breasts in my hands and let him suck my nipples.

"Don't bite." I said worried that he was getting too worked up. I slid from his lap to the arm of the couch and sat on top of it with my legs spread. He moved closer to me. I had a pretty good sized crowd gathered around us. The song was getting ready to pass the half point. I slid over the end of the couch and stood then pulled him so that he was leaning back on arm. The couch was contemporary and had short arms so that it hit at the small of his back. I pulled him back so he was leaning back over the arm of the couch facing up. He was going to get to eat my pussy and I think he knew it. I moved forward and strattled his face. His hands grappled for a hold on my hips so he could pull his face deep between my legs. I gently and slowly continued grinding with his face between my legs. He wasn't really experienced in this. He penetrated me with his tongue and lapped like a thirsty dog. The men began whooping and whistling seeing their buddy getting to eat out a stripper. I stole glances at my husband who was getting a dance from Savannah but currently looking over at me. I'm not sure what it was exactly, him watching me get my pussy eaten out as fifteen other guys watched. Maybe him watching me get eaten out by a friend of his while fifteen other guys were chanting 'go, go, go.' Whatever the reason, it definitely had to do with my husband watching me and it made me come. 

My vision swirled and my body tingled. Between my quivering legs he renewed his vigor of lapping his tongue into my wet body and taking my juices. I bent over slightly to steady myself and grabbed his cock through his pants. He continued licking and sucking at my body. The song was in the last thirty seconds and I began jacking him off through his pants. I wasn't even close to being sent to cloud nine with his tongue technique alone but the combination of him licking me and twenty other men watching and my husband watching all of that was keeping me plenty wet... and this guy was licking it for all it was worth. I stroked his cock for all it was worth. I knew it was close when his tongue quit sliding into me and his body froze. Suddenly I felt his cock rising and falling rapidly indicating that he was coming in his pants. I kept jacking him off until I felt him stop. I pulled away and looked down at his reddened cheeks and mouth. He just took a deep breath and sighed.

"You better go clean that up." I said with a smile and patted him gently on the cheek.

He slid off of the couch with a grin and went into another room.

There was noise coming from another big group of guys and one of the dancers was talking. It was Savannah. I went over there to see Cleo and Morgan putting on quite a show. They were 'selling condoms.' Cleo's head was bobbing up and down in another guy's lap while Morgan held herself over a man's face who was lying on the floor. It made me feel good to see her jacking him off through his pants as I had done. He must have bought a 'dance' but not a condom. The guy Morgan was working over had a condom stretched over his erection and was enjoying himself immensely. When he came, Morgan hollered like one of the guys. "Oh yea baby, give it to me. Go baby." She pulled her face away and jacked him off until he was done. 

Savannah was saying. "If you buy a condom for the real deal, the girl is on top, no exceptions. It's up to the girl whether or not she does and how much she wants to sell the condom for. When you come it's over. This is the last song." I went to get a drink of beer and to stash the wad of bills that the last guy had shoved into my suit. I looked at it as I put it in. I didn't know how much it was but it was a lot. A lot for what he got to do. He was another of the well-to-do guys though who's spendthrift wife was an over weight, overbearing nag whose only idea of keeping herself up was buying expensive clothes.

I grabbed a strip of condoms (I don't know what I was thinking grabbing a strip). Four guys approached me. One was Mr. $100 bill, the host of the party, the other was my husband and the other two were guys I was acquainted with. 

"Do you have any condoms for sale?" $100 asked.

"Maybe." I smiled favorably.

"I'll buy four for a thousand bucks." He said bluntly.

My blood went cold. Four guys!

"It's only a couple songs mister. I don't know if I can pull that off. Which guys?"

He pointed to himself and the two behind him and then commented as he pointed to my husband. "And this guy." My husband pulled a wad of bills from his pocket. "I'll give you another two-fifty on top of that." And he approached me with it. 




Jane Doe Shows Off



Savannah had shown me one of the lubricated condoms at the club. I didn't plan on taking part in this when we were talking though. It may have been the beer I was drinking or the lasciviousness of the party or that the other girls were already fucking men who were outstretched on the floor. I impulsively made my decision. Each one of those things played a part I think, but the thought of anonymously riding my husbands cock in front of all of these men while posing as a stripper pushed me over the top. 

"Pay up stud." I said holding a strip of four condoms out. 

"Allow me." Mr. $100 said with a charming smile. He pulled my suit open and slid ten $100 bills into it.

"I suppose your first?" I asked. "Get on your back and pull that monster out." I knew he probably wasn't that big but it would make him feel good. 

"Lick it and stick it?" He asked.

"You better lick fast if you want your buddies to get some pussy too." I said daringly. Mary would die if she knew what was going to be happening in about five seconds. It was entirely possible that right now Mary was sucking some male dancers balls dry. She is just one of those women that love the taste of come...at least when she drinks. 

I sat in the chair and spread my legs. Mr. $100 went to town immediately. His tongue attacked my clit with a vengeance. I could feel my body reacting and I resisted my reflex to flinch. He licked and lapped as deep as he could. His breathing sounded loud and desperate as it came up from between my legs. If he tasted me come he might want to stay there. "Let's do it." I said pushing him onto his back on the floor. He hastily pulled his pants open and pulled out his cock. I opened the package and slid the condom onto his body and then lowered myself onto him. He moaned. I rode him shamelessly. Grinding my hips and sliding up and down. 

I heard India talking to the guy next to me that she was fucking. She was saying how big he was and how she wanted him to come in her so she knew she had been fucked good. I started talking to this guy. "Oh yea baby, you like that? Fuck my pussy good. Oh yea, Oh yea." It was in no time that his eyes glassed over and he began grunting and gasping as he came. When his head fell back I knew he was done and got up. I fucked the next two guys the same way. Talking to them and taunting them. 

When the third guy was right there, I could see it in his eyes. I could also see him doing everything her could to 'will back' his urge to come in me. "Your so fucking big!" I said to his face. "Your stretching my pussy out." With that I dug my nails into his sides and held them there. His face froze and he gasped in short bursts until he let out a moan with the breath he was holding. "Yea, fuck it baby." I said again. His cock drained into his condom in rapid pulses. When his face went from contorted to a sleepy looking smile I knew his ride was finished. "Mmm, good job stud." I said with a pat on his cheek and stood up. 

Each man would quickly slide off his condom and zip up or scurry off to the bathroom. I didn't notice which category my last guy fell into. I was looking at the other five girls fucking some happy guys' brains out. My husband asked if he could sit in the chair. I hadn't actually seen that yet. Everyone else did it on the floor and had throw pillows behind their heads or in Cleo's case, she had a man on the middle of the dining room table. "As long as I'm on top stud, I don't care what you do. Sit your ass down and show me that cock you're going to fuck me with." He sat down and I worked the condom onto his shaft. "You like watching your buddies fuck me?" I asked him. 

"Yea, I like watching you fuck."

I lowered my body onto him and held my arms around his neck. . "Mmm. Too late." I moaned. "Why would a big boy like you chicken out of a little pussy?" I said sliding up and down on him.

"I'm married." He said somewhat bluntly.

"Isn't your wife at a bachelorette party right now?"

He didn't answer.

"So what if she's getting some cock like I am?"

It didn't make sense but he replied again..."Yea." and pushed harder into me.

"Mmmm, that turns you on? Your wife getting banged? As I said it I began humping his cock faster and harder. He thrust his hips into my grinds forcing the head of his cock to knock against my cervix. My legs jerked and sparks seemed to radiate through my body. It took everything I had to keep from crying out as my body reached an orgasm and flooded his cock with my cream. I kept telling him to fuck my pussy and I couldn't wait for him to shoot his load into me. I even threw in being fucked like a slut and screwed like a bitch. With him I knew when it was coming. 

The veins on his neck started to bulge right before his eyes glassed over. I could feel him trying to raise his hips into me so I hooked my heels onto the chair and pulled myself down. His cock began to pulse rapidly inside of me as he released. I continued grinding in his lap until I saw him relax and his eyes opened. 

"Thanks for the fuck stud." I said sweetly.

As I began to stand he thrust back into me and held my hips down. I was surprised. "You just came baby, I gotta pack up and leave so you boys can dry up for your little wives." He just stared into my eyes and with a little smile. It made me uncomfortable and my blood went a little cold. "I've gotta get home stud, how about that two-fifty you were going to give me?" He cut me off and leaned in and gave me a quick kiss. "I'm going to give it to you--- after I get home, I'll fuck you good and proper without this rubber on. I've never been so horny in my life." My eyes softened. He knew. "Are you angry?" I asked. He smiled again. "I'm too horny to be angry. You blew me away tonight. Was it all show or did it really turn you on?" 

We were grinding our hips to maintain the show as we talked quietly. I told him. "If you can fuck me the rest of the night stud it might help ease the tension." 

"I can do that Pussy, I certainly can."

I slid off of my husband and patted his cheek like all of the others and walked away without looking back.

It was time for the Bachelor to get his mandatory dance. Morgan, Cherry and Cleo would handle him.

I went to my pack and stuffed the thousand dollars in with the rest of the money I had received. I began replacing the missing pieces to my suit, after announcing the groom and starting the music, Savannah came over to me and put her arm around my shoulder. "Getting ready to head out?"

"Yea, I have to get home."

"We all enjoyed having you here. You're not going to take the limo back with us?"

"No, I wish I could but I really have to get home. I should have a cab waiting for me."

I looked out the window and saw the cab pulling up by the curb.

"Thank the girls for me. I really appreciate it." I said giving Savannah a hug and a few hundred dollars.

"I will." She said. "Oh, and the man told me to give you this." She handed me the envelope with my application and picture. "And keep the suit. It fits you. Savannah told one of the 'bouncers' to walk me to the cab. He escorted me safely there and helped me get inside. Once inside I took off the mask and sat back.

The cabby dropped me off at my car and I drove home. I packed the sweaty suit away and took a hot bath. The events of the evening seemed surreal. I had a slight pang of guilt but in another way I was unbelievably turned on. The fantasy was a huge rush. Men circled around me as I stripped and danced. Every one of them dreaming of what it would be like to have sex with me...and then me actually fucking four guys. My mind swirled around that one for a moment. Mary, I almost chuckled to myself, her husband gave me a grand to stick his cock into me. As I was getting out of the tub the phone rang. It was Mary.

"Sooo?" She asked excitedly. "Did you actually make it in?" 

"Well yes." I said confidently. "So what did I miss out on with the girls?"

"Oh my gosh girl." Mary squealed with delight. "Most of us have to stay at Nora's, we are covered in spunk. I think every one there took their turn with these guys and got sprayed. So give it up! What happened with the guys?"

"There was a bunch of them. I was scared to death, I was afraid I'd be caught!"

Mary said. "I talked to the hubby for a minute. He said they all had fun. He said that him and your man hung out together." I almost giggled. "Yea, I noticed later on they were hanging out together."

"So where were you? How did you keep from getting noticed?"

"I just showed up with the crew and hung out in the shadows. The company sent a limo with the girls and bouncers; there were quite a few people they sent. Nobody recognized me so I guess I could say I pulled it off successfully.

"What happened! What did you catch those little horn dogs doing?"

"Actually I didn't catch them doing anything. One of the dancers commented at how nice this party was because the guys behaved themselves so well. Your man was one of the first to peel away from the festivities early..." I couldn't resist. "...he looked pretty drained."

"You're kidding me!" Mary said.

"No, you could tell he'd had enough for one night. The girls danced and the guys were guys. They drank and ogled at the girls."

"He mentioned something to me about a bunch of the guys wanting their wives to be cat lady for Halloween. What does that have to do with?"

I smiled to myself. 

"One of the more popular dancers was wearing a black leather body suit, it was petty sexy."

"A girl stripped out of a leather suit?"

"No, she never took it off. She wore the suit and the mask all night. They guys loved it."

Mary finally lost interest. "Well honey, we missed you tonight. I'm sorry it wasn't more interesting for you though. Now we know who the real party animals are." 

"Just as long as no one knows that I wasn't there."

"Nope, just you and me."

"Well go wash that spunk off Miss Mary and I'll talk to you later."

"B'Bye."

I was waiting in the living room with the music on and grinding in the leather suit when my husband arrived. That was the first time we had sex without inhibitions--- and it lasted all night.

I contacted McDaniel and danced at the club a few times with my husband in the crowd. The sex afterward was always amazing. McDaniel actually got a kick out of the story of the party as my husband told it to him. We had a lot of fun with that. Usually, the suit just came out at home and we'd just have raw sex. We'd both just smile at the executive functions when the others would steal glances at me. They had no idea that it was me they had watched dance, undress, lick and fuck.