6 comments/ 21645 views/ 8 favorites Shelly's New Dance By: eagelwolf This is an excerpt from the first part of a huge novel I published recently here at Literotica. Some readers may not be interested in a long read so I thought I'd post a few of the juicy sex scenes just to see what would happen. * Minnie turned the calculator so that Shelly could see the numbers on the little screen. The offensive amount of $462.78 showed in bright red. "That much?" Shelly asked. "I added it up four times," Minnie said flatly. Shelly shoved the calculator to the center of the kitchen table with a flick of her wrist causing the thing to spin like a top. The number $462.78 appeared and disappeared, mocking her. "How did we lose control of the household finances so badly?" Shelly asked miserably. "That's just how short we are on the rent," Minnie said with equal misery. "I haven't calculated in utilities, food, school and personal expenses." Minnie sighed, pushed aside her long red hair, got up and plopped down boneless in one of the apartment's black lounge chairs, sweeping her long pretty legs onto the matching ottoman. The chairs and ottoman, along with the matching sofa, were part of the reason for the budget short fall. Shelly bought the furniture thinking that her college grant check was due in a week. To Shelly's horror, the grant was not waiting for her. The check would not clear until the end of the month because of some bureaucratic fuck up. Since Minnie had put in half the money for the new furniture, she was tapped too. "What about your boyfriend?" Shelly asked. "He's an electrician. They make good money, don't they?" "Was my boyfriend," Minnie answered. "I dumped him for that dancer in the play I'm in. Dancers make shit. Maybe you could return the furniture?" Minnie added sounding hopeful. "They were floor models, as is, no returns," Shelly said, quoting the sales person from the furniture store in a mocking male baritone. "That's what made it a steal at $480.00." "Your family?" Minnie asked gently, knowing how touchy Shelly was about the subject. "My family," Shelly echoed with an ugly sigh. She slumped low in the kitchen chair, her eyes barely at table level. Her family had wanted her to live in the dorms claiming that she was too loose with money to live off campus. She had fought tooth and nail to get her way. Her parents only relented because she had moved in with Lisa Ochi, the daughter of a friend of her mother. Lisa Ochi was a fellow student and probably the most boring girl that Shelly had ever met but her apartment was in a choice location in the heart of Waikiki. Two months into the semester though, Lisa met a guy from California, fell in love, got pregnant and ran off to the Mainland with him, all in that order, abandoning her lease and poor Shelly. Lisa's implosion had happened so quickly that Shelly hardly had the pleasure of living in exciting Waikiki. Knowing that her parents would put her in a dorm room in an instant, Shelly held off telling them about Lisa's collapse. The rent was paid for the month so Shelly figured she might as well enjoy the place while she had it. A week before the end, Shelly threw a party at the apartment with a bunch of friends. At the party she met Minnie who, at the time, was a friend of a friend. Shelly learned that Minnie was on the overflow list for campus housing. She told Shelly that her school loan would pay up to $650.00 a month on her rent for the semester if she chose to live off campus. Shelly got excited and asked if Minnie would like to move in. And just like that, the pair became roommates and not long after that, friends. And as far as the landlord still knew, Lisa Ochi was still the leaseholder. Minnie was Irish, tall at an even six feet with copper-red hair and a fantastic, voluptuous figure. She was a dance slash drama major and an absolute blast to live with. Most of the time she was demurring, soft and feminine, but if need be she could cuss like a sailor, spit like a baseball player and drink like a frat boy. Shelly had never known anyone like Minnie and in many ways the women were opposite compliments. Shelly was a library science major, Japanese American with long straight black hair down to her shoulders, five four and slim with just the right amount of curve. Her breasts were on the small side but she was always confidant in their aesthetic quality. Her personality wasn't as outgoing as Minnie's, but by no means was she a social cripple and could cuss and spit if the need arose. Coming back to the here and now, Shelly sighed. The gig was up and the dorms were looming in her future once again. In addition, her parents got to be right about her financial incompetence. She tightly squeezed her eyes shut in frustration. She loved her spacious Waikiki apartment with the pool downstairs and all the hot clubs just down the street with Waikiki beach only two blocks away. But most of all, she would miss living with Minnie. "I know a way we can make $300.00 each in one night," Minnie said in a soft voice. Shelly opened her eyes and looked at her friend with a glimmer of hope. "How?" "Stripping," Minnie said. "Yeah, right," Shelly said, returning to despair. "I'm serious," Minnie said. Shelly squinted at Minnie. "Oh my god, you are serious." "I've done it once before, just for kicks. It was easy and kind of fun." "You're crazy! I'm not stripping at some club where some frat boys could see me! It would be all over campus!" Shelly said. "It's not like that," Minnie said, "It would be a private gig like at a home or hotel room." Shelly's jaw dropped open. "Oh, that's so much better!" she said with double the sarcasm. "Okay, go tell your parents that you're short on your rent," Minnie said. "And by the way, you should also tell them that the nice Japanese girl you moved in with got pregnant and ran off with a hippy to California a year ago and that you now live with a redheaded haole actress slash dancer, with the apartment's lease erroneously renewed under Lisa Ochi's name." "Fuck you," Shelly said and walked over to the infamous matching leather sofa and plopped onto it. Sensing that she may have pried a small gap in Shelly's sensibilities, Minnie continued. "Okay, I've done it more than once." Shelly sat up and stared wide-eyed at Minnie. With a shrug Minnie said, "It's not a big leap for me to do a little exotic dancing on the side." Giving Shelly an appreciative look she bull on. "You have a good sense of rhythm and a nice tight body. They'll love you. And it's absolutely safe; I promise. All the clients are from out of town, no frat boys. Most are regulars and are real gentlemen. They police themselves because they know they got a real good thing going." For the next hour, Minnie kept working Shelly. Finally, Shelly gave a little ground. "It sounds like a mildly intriguing thing to do." "Would you go down on a guy for $500.00?" Minnie asked nonchalantly. Shelly stood up and shouted at her friend. "No fucking way!" Shelly looked at Minnie for a few seconds and her eyes grew wide. "Have you done that too?" "Yeah. It was amazingly easy," Minnie said thoughtfully. "Oh-my-god Minnie! You're a total prostitute," Shelly accused. "I'm not crazy like you." Shelly stood up and indignantly marched to the front door and opened it. "Hello, dorms," Minnie called after her. Shelly stepped out and slammed the behind her. Minnie shouted, "Your parents get to be right." Ten beats later the door slowly opened and Shelly stepped back in. She closed the door softly behind her and leaned against it. "I'll strip, but I don't know if I could go down on a guy," she said. ***** For the next week, Minnie became Shelly's dance teacher. During a practice session with both women in form fitting outfits Shelly complained, "Being naked next to you is grossly unfair." Minnie laughed. "You'll be fine," she said as she eyed Shelly in her black leotard. "The clients will flip when they see your slim, sexy, Asian body. Some of those guys have come a long way to see exotic girls like you naked. Redheads like me can be found on every street corner in the mainland." Shelly eyed Minnie's fantastic shapely body in her tight, teal spandex. "There must be a lot of men crowding street corners on the mainland." With Minnie's coaching and encouragement, Shelly grew more comfortable with her bizarre introduction to stripping. "What about the dick sucking?" Shelly asked at the end of a lesson. Minnie shrugged. "Who doesn't know how to suck dick? Experience has shown me that guys don't complain much and if you show enough enthusiasm you can get away with murder." Shelly nodded but was sure that she couldn't go through with that part of the deal so every day she called the Financial Aid office to see if her check had cleared and every time they told her no. With each refusal, her panic grew. At the end of the week, Minnie made some phone calls and set up a gig for the weekend. Saturday rolled around and Shelly found herself riding up an elevator with Minnie in a posh, Waikiki hotel. Shelly's nerves were frayed, she felt jumpy and her eyes darted around the corners of the elevator like a trapped animal. To gain some control over her emotions, Shelly focused on Minnie's outfit. Minnie wore a tight, dark green mini-dress with spaghetti straps. The dress seemed to defy several laws of physics because the thing should just simply drop off her shapely body. Her long red hair was done up in hundreds of long, individual curls giving her a wild, sexy look. Shelly's hands touched her own skirt at the hips and tugged down a bit. The skirt was way too short for her comfort but for tonight it was perfect according to Minnie. Along with the way too short black skirt Shelly wore a clingy black top. Back at the apartment, Shelly was dismayed that her nipples were so prominent and no matter what she did, she couldn't hide them. "That's a perk for what we're doing tonight," Minnie joked. Shelly almost slapped her for making such a bad pun. Shelly felt her courage slowly ebbing away with the ascension of the numbers above the elevator door. She couldn't stand watching the numbers so she pulled out her small makeup mirror to look at her face. Minnie had done a wonderful job with her face. She looked like a movie star on the red carpet of the Academy Awards. "There has been a change in the agenda," Minnie said attempting to sound casual as Shelly admired her face. "There will be five guys, not two at the party." Shelly slammed her make up mirror shut and slapped at the control panel of the elevator, stopping it at a random floor. With her beautiful, movie star face set in a stern expression, Shelly marched down the carpeted hall in full panic as she hunted for the stairs. Minnie followed frantically. "Shelly, wait," Minnie barked and grabbed Shelly's arm making her stop in her tracks. "The change was made just today so I waited to tell you 'till now because I knew that you'd freak." "Of course I would freak!" Shelly yelled. "I can't believe that I've come this far and it stops now!" She pulled out of Minnie's grip and headed in the direction of an exit sign at the end of the hall. She violently slammed at the bar of the exit door; the sound echoed like a gunshot in the stairwell. When Shelly was one flight down, she heard the exit door open above her and Minnie's voice followed. "I know about Randy's party." Shelly stopped dead in her tracks and looked up at Minnie looking down at her from one flight up. "What do you know about that?" Shelly asked coldly. "Your friend Francesca has a big mouth, sorry," Minnie said quietly as she walked down and stood on the landing two steps above Shelly. In her frantic state, Shelly's mind drifted to the past. The thing with Randy happened a year ago before Shelly had met Minnie. Randy, Shelly's boyfriend at the time, was a handsome Hawaiian-Filipino boy from Wahiawa. He and Shelly had been dating for about six months but the relationship was souring and at Randy's birthday party they fought bitterly. She wanted to leave Randy's place after the fight but he insisted she stay to put up appearances. She fumed quietly for the first hour of the party, smiling emptily, but soon a dark mood closed in on her. The need for revenge seized her and she spent the evening talking to a guy named Timothy. Despite her vengeful intent, she found the Timothy guy funny and attractive in that skinny, white boy kind of way. Randy fumed and gave her the stink eye throughout the night. Because of Randy and Shelly's mood, the gathering broke up early. Timothy was the last guest to leave and Shelly made it clear that she was leaving with him. Taking a last parting shot, Shelly kissed Timothy with rough passion right in front of Randy. Randy stared with shock and disbelief. The kiss ended and Shelly looked at Randy's expression with dark satisfaction. Then, for no explainable reason, Shelly stepped up to Randy and kissed him with equal passion. That night, with uncharacteristic ferocity, Shelly made love with the two men. She had four orgasms; a record for her. The first was with Randy on top of her as Timothy explored her small, sweet breasts. The second came with her on top of Timothy as she kissed Randy off to the side. Number three came when Timothy fucked her from behind as she went down on Randy. And number four happened as she laid on the bed using her own hands and the guys knelt over her and jerking off. Timothy ejaculated across her thighs and pubic mound; Randy was seconds behind as he ended messily on her chest. The whole shocking night was like something out of a scripted porn movie. After the lovemaking, Shelly left Randy's apartment in a daze. Randy called numerous times but she didn't return any of his calls. Timothy tried to make contact too but she stonewalled him as well. In time, they both stopped trying to reach her. Shelly had internalized the event, burying it deep. Except for one drunken confession with her best friend Francisca, she never spoke of her night of abandon to anyone. "Are you trying to blackmail me into doing this?" Shelly asked Minnie in a low voice full of cold anger. "No," Minnie said as gently as she could. "When I heard the story I knew that you were a wild thing." After a short pause Minnie added softly, "You said yes to all this a bit too easily Shelly." Minnie sat down on the top step of the riser and stretched out her long legs. She said to Shelly, "I do this because it turns me on, and the money is like hot spice that adds to the thrill. You wanna come with me upstairs and blow five guys and get paid $2500.00 for it?" Shelly stood silently, looking down at Minnie's long form stretched out on the stairs for almost a full minute. "I don't wanna fuck those guys," she finally said. Minnie smiled and stood. "This is strictly a SBPG," she said as she led Shelly back to the elevators. "What?" "Strip, blow, pay and go," Minnie answered. The elevator door opened and she added, "Although if you let them feel you up they tip better." They entered the elevator and Minnie hit the penthouse button. "Francisca's a cunt," Shelly said as the elevator ascended. Minnie laughed but held her tongue. The elevator bell dinged and they walked to the door labeled PH2. After quickly looking each other over for flaws and finding none, Minnie knocked on the door. To what seemed like an eternity to Shelly, they stood silently waiting. Finally, the door opened and a handsome man in his thirties stood before them. He was dressed in a tuxedo with the bow tie hanging loose around his neck. The guy looked please and surprised all at once. "Come in," he said, recovering his cool as he stepped aside to allow the women into a long entryway lined with watercolors of the ocean. He said from behind them, "Johnny, your friends are here." Another man appeared at the other end of the entry hall. He too had on a tux minus the jacket with tie still intact. "Minnie," Johnny said and walked down to greet her with a hug. The Johnny fellow was around forty, fit, balding and good looking in a rugged, Bruce Willis kind of way. "You look fantastic," Johnny told Minnie and then looked at Shelly. "This is the friend I told you about," Minnie said. "And your friend has a name?" Johnny asked. Minnie looked at Shelly. It took Shelly a couple of seconds to realize that Minnie was leaving it up to her if she wanted to give her name or not. "My name's Shelly," she said politely and shook Johnny's hand. "That's Cliff," Johnny said pointing at the guy who answered the door. Shelly politely shook his hand too. Johnny's eyes stayed on Shelly, not bothering to hide the fact that he found her very pleasing to look at. Shelly gave a nervous smile and looked away unaccustomed to such blunt appraisal. Johnny led Minnie and Shelly into the plush hotel penthouse. Seated at a table covered with poker chips and beer bottles were three other men dressed in tuxedos. The three sat frozen like Mount Rushmore, staring unblinking at the two beautiful women. Johnny laughed. "Real slick guys," he said then introduced everyone around. "Minnie, Shelly, this is Tom, Darrell and Mike." Everyone shook hands all around. As she shook hands with the men, Shelly thought of how absurd it all seemed and a bizarre commentary started running in her head. I'm pleased to meet you all. In a little while I will be stripping so you can see my tits, ass and naked pussy. Then later I will go down on all of you and give you the quality blowjobs you paid for. Please no checks or American Express accepted. Canadians add 25%. Shelly let out a giggle. Minnie nudged her and gave her a look. "You okay?" she asked in a worried whisper holding a fake smile. Before Shelly could respond the guy named Mike spoke up. "Are you Japanese?" he asked Shelly. Shelly nodded. "You are very beautiful," Tom added. Shelly smiled and blushed at the compliment. Now how absurd is that? she thought to herself. Blushing like an idiot at a compliment? How the hell was she going to react to getting naked in front of these guys, let alone go down on them? A sudden surge of panic bubbled to the surface and she turned to judge the distance to the front door. Sensing her friend's terror Minnie gave Shelly's upper arm a reaffirming grip. "We were told that there is a music system in the penthouse rooms?" Minnie asked. She pulled a CD from her small purse and handed it to Johnny. Soon, soft, jazzy sax and piano music filled the room. Still holding Shelly's arm, Minnie maneuvered them to a big open space in the living area in front of the sofa. "Just do like we rehearsed and you'll be fine," she whispered to Shelly. To the men in the room Minnie said, "Please sit and enjoy." Cliff, Darrell and Mike sat on the sofa. Johnny straddled a chair from the card table off to one side and Tom, the one that had told Shelly that she was beautiful, sat in a lounge chair beside the sofa. Shelly's eyes kept flickering to Tom. She very much liked his boyish, good looks. He was on the tall side and slim. His hair was long and floppy on the top and trimmed short on the sides. He looks like a rock star, she thought. Minnie started swayed gracefully. Shelly stood stock still and watched for a few seconds. Enviably, she deducted that Minnie's body was genetically predisposed to move to music. Shelly forced herself to follow Minnie's lead but felt self-conscious and awkward dancing next to her impossibly shapely, graceful, redheaded friend. Minnie did a slow spin; her curvy hips did one thing while the rest of her did another. That shouldn't be physically possible, Shelly thought but there it was. No one is going to look at me, she mused further as she closed her eyes going into a slow spin of her own. She opened her eyes to find most of the guys were looking at her. They're probably amazed that I'm not lying flat on my face, she figured. Shelly's New Dance Minnie took the evening to the next level by slowly sliding her dark green dress down to her waist then inching it seductively over her hips and down her thighs where it fell to her ankles. She gracefully kicked the garment with a foot and it serendipitously landed on a side table. Minnie continued dancing for the gentlemen in lacy red panties and bra. Shelly sighed inwardly and with a pounding heart pulled her top over her head. Her long black hair came cascading down over her shoulders and automatically pushed hair away from her face then swayed her head to one side to get the hair off her chest. Her hands drifted down to her hips and slid the skirt down, stepped out the garment around her ankles and dragged it aside with a toe. Shelly wore a simple pair of matching black silk panties and bra brought specially for the evening. Shelly had argued against the pricey purchase but Minnie called it a necessary investment after looking through Shelly's collection of unsexy, old lady, cotton underwear. Shelly wondered absurdly if she could deduct the underwear as a business expense on her taxes. A hip-hop song filled the air as the pair danced in their underwear. The men loosened ties and undid top shirt buttons. Those who still had on their tux jackets took them off. Minnie went into a fast, almost blurring spin and when she slowed, her bra was magically in her hands. Minnie's breasts with their large white-pink aureoles and darker pink nipples were so well received that a small round of appreciative applause rippled through the room. This is it, Shelly thought. She stopped dancing, closed her eyes, took a deep breath and simply unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor. No applause followed; following Minnie's performance, she didn't expect it but when she opened her eyes she found all the men looking at her with silent interest. Shelly fought the instinctive urge to cover up her nakedness but stupidly lost the fight. She stood staring back at the men in her skimpy black panties with her arms protectively covering her small exposed breasts and stiff dark nipples. Minnie danced over to her. and said, "You made that look extremely sexy." She bumped Shelly"s shoulder to start her dancing again. Shelly closed her eyes and willed her arms to drop as the hip-hop was replaced with a classic rock song. As the women danced topless to Steve Miller's Abracadabra, a lustful heat enveloped Shelly and spread throughout her slim body like someone had cast a dark spell on her. With a small grin at her private joke, she quietly sang along with the song: Abra abracadabra I'm gonna reach out and grab ya A vision of her old boyfriend Randy fucking her as Timothy kissed her breasts filled her mind's eye overlapping with the song: I feel Magic in your caress I feel magic when I touch your dress Silk and satin, leather and lace Black panties with an angel's face Shelly blinked herself back to reality when Minnie spoke. "If you boys want to see more of us, we need to see more of you. Get up and strip down to the bare essentials," Minnie ordered in a playful but commanding voice. Fresh dismay rudely dispelled Shelly's thrill of dancing near naked. She thought in a panic, I'm not ready for this part yet. She did her best to stay calm as she watched the men undress. Soon all stood naked in a line with five erections standing at attention. The sight of the naked men triggered a new wave of feeling in Shelly so powerful it was like she was injected with a drug. With her eyes focused on Tom's twitching erection, Shelly slid her black panties down her thighs exposing a trim dark triangle of hair. Her own brazen move took her by surprise. To hide her fresh dismay from her naked audience she turned her back to them giving them a nice view of her slim, pretty ass. After a deep calming breath she turned forward again. "You go girl," Minnie said with a small laugh. Sensing that the foreplay part of the evening was officially over, Minnie proved to the room that she was a real redhead by simply sliding her panties to the floor too. She kicked them aside then lent her luscious backside for viewing with a dainty turn. Minnie and Shelly faced the line of naked men. Minnie dropped to her knees in front of Johnny, took his erection in her hands and guided the head into her mouth. Still standing, Shelly watched as Minnie expertly took almost every inch of Johnny down her throat. This is so surreal, she thought as she dropped to her knees in font of one of the men. Her eyes naturally focused on the erection at her eye level then her eyes flickered up to the guy's face. She couldn't remember his name. Her focus dropped back down to his erection, she closed her eyes, gripped the shaft and engulfed the tip. When she opened her eyes a few seconds later, another erection come into view on her right. She knew the owner of that dick, it was Tom. Shelly let the penis in her mouth drop free and shifted on her knees to face Tom. She pushed his shaft against his abdomen and traced the entire length with her tongue from base to the hole at the tip of the circumcised head. The guy she had started with stepped away and another cock replaced it. The new cock was Johnny's, shiny and wet from Minnie's attentions. Of all the men in the room, Johnny was the largest, perhaps seven inches long, maybe a little more. With her hand still holding Tom's erection against his stomach, Shelly turned her head and Johnny obligingly guided his erection to her slightly parted lips. She took the swollen tip into her mouth, rolled her tongue around the head and then let it fall free again. "Touch me," Shelly instructed the two men in a whisper as she stood up between them. If the men hadn't been so close they might not have heard her. Shelly closed her eyes, taking pleasure in the two pairs of hands roving over her breasts although the word pleasure was too mild a term for the sensations flowing through her at the moment. Shelly's passion-clouded mind drifted back to the night with Randy and Timothy and she whispered three simple words from that night to the men touching her now. "Don't be shy." Shelly kept her eyes closed as the past and present blended into one. Fingers ran up her ass crack and lingered at the bud of the opening back there. As a hand caressed her small breasts, a bolder one found her wet opening and she gasped as the fingers aggressively sought out her clitoris. As hot shivers of sexual heat flowed through her, she leaned on one of the men for support. She opened her eyes and looked into the face of Tom. It was his right hand that explored her ass crack and his left lingered at her left breast. A slight turn of her head and there was Johnny on her right with the fingers of his right hand sliding over her clitoris, his left hand cupping her remaining breast. Shelly kissed Tom, then Johnny. When the round of kisses ended Shelly heard herself say something unbelievable, "I want you guys to fuck me." Minnie materialized at Shelly's side. "That's not part of the agreement for the evening," she said. "Two hundred more apiece then," Shelly said pulling Johnny and Tom toward the sofa. She sat down flanked by the men while she kissed one then the other. Minnie watched the three entangled on the sofa with a worried look. The change in her friend's attitude took her totally off guard. She knew that Shelly had it in her to get naked and even blow a guy. But this? Minnie knew that there was no stopping this runaway train at this juncture so she walked her naked form over to where her bag lay and fished out a length of condoms. She interrupted the scrum on the sofa and handed Johnny and Tom one each. "These are not an option. Use them," Minnie said firmly. She looked at the other men standing nearby and added just as firmly, "Only these two get to fuck her, nobody else." Then in a soft but serious tone she said to Johnny and Tom, "Be nice to her." The other men encircled the sofa to watch. Two of the guys took the moment to touch Minnie without invitation. One felt her ass and another her full, soft breasts. "Forget it, nobody's fucking me," she stated flatly sensing the fresh tension in the room. "But it looks like you get a nice show as I blow." Minnie was doing her best to sound casual but Shelly could tell form her spot on the sofa that Minnie was a little unnerved by what was happening. As Tom put on his condom, Shelly laid down on her back on the wide sofa with her head in Johnny's lap. Everyone watched, enthralled as Tom positioned himself between her legs and guided his erection into her warm wet opening. Shelly made a soft hiss as she took all of Tom in. "Get to it, make me come," Shelly urged him. She was done with foreplay and wanted it rough and hard just like the night with Randy and Timothy. Shelly and Tom were strangers so both moved awkwardly, looking for a workable rhythm. But honest, passionate enthusiasm made up for the lack of grace. Finally they found a position and pace that suited them. Johnny's hands flowed over Shelly's breasts as Tom moved in and out of her. The men standing stroked themselves as they watched the action on the sofa. Minnie realized that she should get to work and dropped to her knees, engulfed a hardon then systematically worked her way down the line. With a sudden hard intake of breath, Shelly quivered unabashedly as her orgasm consumed her. After her body subsided, she impatiently pushed Tom off her. "You," she said to Johnny as she got on all fours on the sofa. Johnny took his cue, donned his condom then entered Shelly from behind. "Hard," she said. Everyone in the room heard the command in her voice, Johnny especially, and she gasped with every forceful enthusiastic thrust. Shelly's eyes scanned the circle of naked men around her, Tom among them with his cock still sheathed, perhaps hoping for another go at her. Minnie ardently worked two guys with her mouth and hands, the third guy stood stroking himself enthusiastically. This beats the thing with Randy and Timothy by a mile, Shelly thought absently. In the middle of that thought she felt her second orgasm closing in on her. Abruptly, she instructed, "The guy who asked if I was Japanese, I want your cock in my mouth right now!" One of the guys pulled away from Minnie and presented himself to Shelly. The moment her mouth covered the head of his cock, she came. Her first orgasm had been all physical impatience. This second one hit the center of her emotional being. Long passed inhibition, she spat the cock out of her mouth and screamed out her passion, wanting to cry and laugh all at the same time. As Shelly's mind and body slowly quieted, Johnny pull out of her and she sat on the sofa to catch her breath her perky chest heaving from exertion. Absently, she pushed her damp, clinging hair from her face and forehead. She felt winded but not tired and a heady feeling not unlike being high on pot enveloped her. "I'll pay you extra if you let me come on your face," Johnny said as he removed his condom. Minnie stopped her cock sucking and looked at Shelly over her shoulder, her expression clearly stating you don't have to do this. But Shelly simply nodded answering to the sexual heat of the moment although a part of her didn't like the idea at all. Johnny knelt on the sofa beside her and pointed the end of his hard member at her face and started to stroke. At first Shelly stared right at the tip then thought better of that and turned away a bit. Shelly sensed the palatable thrill that rippled through the room as the men closed in to watch the scene unfolding on the sofa, Minnie among them, all eyes glued on the end of Johnny's penis appearing and disappearing in his fist pointed at the side of Shelly's pretty Japanese face. Shelly locked eyes with Minnie and a dark thought bordering on cruelty at having to bear this humiliation alone made her say to Tom, "Wanna to do the same to Minnie?" Tom pulled the condom from his rock hard member and nodded. Minnie's eyes went wide then she narrowed them at Shelly. A tiny bit of pleasure spiked in Shelly at her friend's apparent anger. "It will cost you more," Shelly warned him. Minnie forced her face to go neutral, even adding a small smile and daintily sat next to Shelly on the sofa. This should insure a big tip Shelly thought as she watched Tom stroke his hardon inches from Minnie's upturned face. "Here it comes!" Johnny blurted out. Shelly turned her attention to Johnny and a long stream of jiz spat across the right side of her face stretching from the side of her nose just inside her right eye, over her eyebrow and forehead and into her dark, long hair. Shelly flinched and blinked but generally managed to stay still. "My God!" Minnie exclaimed just as a second burst from Johnny landed on Shelly's left eyebrow forcing her to close her eyes. A third and final burst landed under her nose depositing a copious amount of gooey white fluid that oozed down over her tightly closed lips. Shelly's tongue peeked out just a touch and ran along the bottom of her upper lip, sampling a taste. She wasn't trying to be sexy, the little move was impulsive and she immediately regretted doing it. Tom gave no warning as a huge jet of semen leaped out and exploded between Minnie's eyebrows, causing her to yelp and squeeze her blue eyes shut. A second huge emission put a long, white, irregular line from her right cheek down over her mouth and chin where several gobs dripped onto her full breasts. Two more quick bursts leaped onto the left side of Minnie's nose and left cheek. Thinking that the deluge was over, Minnie dared to open her eyes just as a final jet clipped her above the left eyebrow. "Shit!" Minnie yelled and closed her eyes tight again. A few seconds later she blinked her eyes open. Tom and Johnny backed away as the three remaining men pushed in close. Shelly saw the lust in the faces of the three. "Ready for more?" she warned Minnie. Minnie gave a little hesitant nod. The guy who had asked Shelly if she was Japanese stepped forward and aggressively touched his hardon to Shelly's left cheek ejaculating three big squirts that ran down the side of her jaw and dripped onto her collarbone and left breast. The next guy pushed forward and aimed his cock at Minnie's bosom. On impulse, Minnie gripped her perfect pair in both her hands and presented them for anointing. All watched as five messy zigzagging lines spat across Minnie's cleavage. Minnie gave a bewildered laugh but was very relieved that the stuff wasn't flying at her face. Minnie and Shelly exchanged looks. "How the hell did it come to this?" Minnie asked. Shelly didn't answer and just stared at Minnie's messy face, the first tinges of shock and regret licking at the edges of her mind. The last man, temporarily forgotten, in the haze of messy activity, let his intentions be known as he positioned himself between both women. Shelly flinched and turned her pretty Asian face to one side in instinctive avoidance as a string of semen struck her high on the forehead at the hairline. Then taking Minnie by surprise, a gravity defying rope of white fluid smacking her lower lip and chin catching her with her mouth slightly open. "You asshole," Minnie yelped unable to hide her annoyance at the unexpected onslaught. Then the guy turned his attention back to Shelly, touched his spewing organ to her chin just as a last huge jet shot out effectively coating her closed lips. For several seconds there was nothing but dead silent. Then absurdly, a spontaneous round of applause filled the room. Shelly almost burst out with hysterical laughter at the sudden weirdness of it all but quickly held herself in check, not wanting to get any of the stuff on her lips into her mouth. As the applause grew louder, Shelly got up from the sofa and made a beeline to the bathroom and Minnie followed her. Minnie shut the door and locked it too for good measure. Minnie then roughly pulled a hand towel from the towel rack, turned on the faucet in the tub and when the water flowed steamy hot she soaked the towel, wrung it out and aggressively wiped at her face. At the sink, Shelly did the same with a towel of her own but unlike her friend, she held off cleaning her face and just stood staring at herself in the big bathroom mirror, transfixed. Minnie soaked her towel a second time and worked at cleaning her breasts, shoulders, stomach and thighs. She made a sound of frustration when she saw some white gunk had gotten into her pubic hair. "This crap is everywhere!" she complained. Still motionless, Shelly blankly watched her friend in the mirror soak her towel for the third time. A polite knock at the bathroom door snapped Shelly from her trance and she quickly put the hot wet cloth in her hands to work on her face and upper body. Minnie put a towel around her body and turned the lock. In the mirror, Shelly saw a smiling Johnny, wearing just his tuxedo slacks hand Minnie their clothes and bags and a hotel envelope. "I thought that we'd get this out of the way," he said. Minnie closed the door and locked it again. As Shelly wiped herself clean, Minnie counted out thirty $100 bills.