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Dancing Into Abandon

By: Albatross



“You want me to take this off?” She asked.

The girl’s hands clutched her tight lycra shirt, hugging it protectively against her bosom as she danced. Hoots and cat-calls came from the group of guys packed into chairs and sofas around her. To their delight, she began to work the thin material up her body, exposing a toned belly, and above, the bottom curves of her satin bra.

In the background, Mia Parisi quietly arranged trays of cold cuts and sliced fruit. After catering a number of bachelor parties, she was used to ignoring this scene. 

And secretly, overt displays of sexuality made her nervous. A dancer was clearly comfortable with her body, and confident enough to tease men with it. In Mia’s mind, it took a woman to do that, and in many ways she still felt like a girl. So, all things considered, it wasn’t too hard for her to tune out the hubbub.

But then the room fell silent. Mia glanced up. 

The music had slowed, and the dancer was swaying like a willow in the wind. Her top was off, and her hand was traveling slowly across her upper body. Moving gently, almost in slow motion, she touched her bra, running her fingers across the curved satin cup. Then she touched the flesh above, tracing a little pattern across her breast. 

Her fingers found the bra strap, and followed it upwards. She caressed her smooth shoulder, moving in little circles, finally easing the strap off her body. As it fell, the bra sagged under the weight of her breast, her cleavage straining against it's compromised support. 

The men were enraptured, their cat-calls momentarily forgotten. The dancer basked in the warm, electric silence. Sensing the collective trance her body had induced, she smiled.

The smile was contagious. Mia found herself grinning, too. She forgot about the catering for a moment, letting the energy of the room wash over her. It gave Mia an odd feeling in her belly – a nervous warmth, which spread up to her chest, and down between her legs. 

But something else was there too, swimming in her insides. Something painful. Mia probed it, searching for the source, scanning the scene before her. As she watched, the dancer continued. She was half-naked now in front of an audience of strangers, and yet her every move was full of womanly confidence.

And just then, Mia knew what she was feeling.

It was envy. 

~o~

In the hotel hallway, an athletic young man staggered, grunting with strain. 

The cooler, laden with drinks and ice, was surprisingly heavy in Brendan Green’s hands. He was also trying to balance a stack of red plastic cups on top, and they wobbled dangerously back and forth as he walked. 

Brendan stopped in front of a sign that read ‘Bachelor Party – Invite Only’. He had seen that sign hundred times working as a caterer. Tonight, though, it took on new meaning. Soon Brendan himself was getting married, to his beautiful fiancé, Mia. 

But Brendan didn’t really want a Bachelor Party. Secretly, he was afraid of them, afraid of what he might do. He had seen it happen, many times. After a few drinks, the groom inevitably wants the dance to turn into a lap dance. And the lap dance sometimes turns into...other things. 

No need to tempt fate, Brendan thought. Because after all, a dancer was deliberately hired to tempt the groom into one more romp. It was her job. And Brendan rarely saw a stripper turn the sexual advances down – it came with the territory. 

Suddenly, a strange image flashed in Brendan’s head. It was of Mia, his fiancé, the caterer. She was at a Bachelor Party. But instead of being in the background, she was in front of the men. She was the dancer. Her clothes were off, she was surrounded by strangers, and she was being coaxed into...other things. 

Brendan shook his head, dissipating the image.

“What the hell was that?” He said to himself. A fantasy? Or a premonition? It had the qualities of both, and it left a trace of excitement and fear in his blood. 

For a moment, Brendan was almost afraid to open the door in front of him. He knew Mia was on the other side of it. And he knew she was probably behind the tables, arranging cheese and crackers, just like always. 

But what if she wasn’t? There was something eerily real about the image he had seen. 

He laughed out loud. It was probably just his over-active imagination. But as he reached for the doorknob, his hand shook just a little. 

~o~

Brendan lugged the cooler inside the Event Room, his eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. 

Music pulsed. The dancer moved rhythmically in front of the seated men. Both her bra straps were off, and as she danced she carefully worked to keep the cups from falling forward, showing just enough flesh to keep the guys excited, but little enough to keep them frustrated and wanting more.  

Against his will, Brendan’s body was aroused. Such overt, confident expressions of sexuality were an incredible turn-on for many men, and Brendan was not immune. All the more reason not to have a Bachelor Party of his own, he thought. 

Then his mind went back to the image he had seen in the hallway, of Mia dancing like that. He smiled. Watching a real dancer at work, the idea became absurd. The dancer was so confident in her sexuality. She held the attention of the room in her hands like a scarf, twisting and sliding it across the curves of her body. Mia just didn’t have that kind of stuff in her nature. She wasn’t a prude, just...girlish. 

Where was Mia? Brendan’s attention shifted away from the dancer, peering into the shadowy rear of the room. And sure enough, Mia was there, like always. 

And yet, something was different. Brendan looked closer. 

Mia hovered behind the catering tables, but her attention wasn’t on the food. She was watching the scene in front of her. Her big green eyes were half-lidded, as if in a hazy dream. Her body swayed gently back and forth, a muted mimic of the dancer’s gyrations. 

For a moment Brendan almost didn’t recognize his fiancée. The look in her eyes, the way her body was moving - she looked like...a woman? It was an entrancing sight, and he momentarily forgot about the heavy cooler in his hands, and just admired her.

Mia’s beauty had always been of the ‘quiet but stunning’ variety. She didn’t wear a lot of makeup or revealing clothes. Tonight her long, silky black hair was pulled back in a functional bun, held in place with a pencil. For catering work she dressed in formal slacks and a blouse, a white apron over all. 

But the slacks couldn’t completely hide the toned legs - the dark material hugged the tight curves of her thighs and rump. The blouse did a good job of leaving her arms and belly a mystery, but it couldn’t hide the swell of her bosom under the apron. The minimal makeup only seemed to accentuate her heavy lips, her olive skin, and the liquid green of her eyes. Her Mediterranean ancestry had flowered beautifully in her body. 

Yes, Brendan thought, Mia had a body built for sin – which made her sweet, innocent nature all the more difficult to understand. But it wasn’t really her fault - Mia had been raised in a strictly religious home, gone to private school, worn a uniform for most of her adolescence, the whole bit. And though she had grown apart from her history in many ways, sex and her body remained areas of quiet tension. 

And yet at the moment, swaying back and forth in the shadows, the girl seemed truly at home in her woman’s body. 

Brendan quietly set the cooler down and moved up behind Mia. He slid his big hands onto her hips and kissed the back of her neck.

“Mmmm...” Mia purred hazily. “What’re you up to?” 

“Oh, just watching the dance.” Brendan said. 

“Yeah, me too.” Mia said. Then she understood what he meant – that she was the one he had been watching - and she tensed. The trance was broken, and her body ceased its rhythmic swaying. “Oh.” She said, laughing self-consciously. “Well, show’s over.” Mia disengaged from his embrace, turning her attention back to the trays of food. 

Brendan sighed. It was still Mia, alright. He watched her arrange slices of cheese fastidiously.

“I liked your dancing better.” Brendan said, trying to rekindle the spark he had seen. Mia gave Brendan an admonishing frown, but she was flattered, and her lips were soon struggling to contain a grin. She felt giddy. Even those brief moments dancing in front of Brendan were giving her a happy little rush. Her hips started swaying to the music again. Mia bent farther over the hors d’oeuvres in front of her, giving Brendan a nice view of her ass as it moved.

But Mia wasn’t conscious of her body at that moment. Her attention was on the dancer. The woman’s hands were on the cups of her bra, and the guys were begging her to remove it. Absently, Mia’s hand drifted up, adjusting her own bra. 

Then she felt Brendan lean against her from behind, his hand meeting hers just under the heavy curve of her breast. She patted his hand away, but he brought it right back. To Brendan’s surprise, she let it stay. 

“Isn’t it...interesting?” Mia whispered, watching the faces of the men. She hoped none of them would turn and see her bent over the table being groped. The deep shadows were comforting, or she would have pushed her fiancé off right there.

“Very.” Brendan breathed, quietly undoing a button on Mia’s blouse. Her heart skipped a beat. Could the men see into the shadows if they turned around? Her apron was covering her fairly well, so she let Brendan’s fingers continue. Another button opened, and another. Soon her breasts, clad in a cotton bra, were exposed under the apron. Mia’s heart was racing, her palms sweaty. She spoke to distract her mind.

“I wonder where she learned to dance like that.” Mia said. Brendan barely heard her – he so rarely interacted with Mia sexually outside the bedroom, he was soaking up the experience like a thirsty sponge. His hands cupped and squeezed Mia’s breasts through her bra, his lips kissing her neck hungrily. 

Meanwhile, the dancer reached back to undo the clasp on her bra. Brendan was astonished to feel Mia’s hands likewise reaching back, in pantomime. With a little ‘snik’ her bra came loose, letting her full breasts sway free under her apron. To Mia’s delight, it gave her the sensation of being naked in the room full of men. 

Brendan couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Was this Mia? What had gotten into her? His eyes followed her gaze, up to the dancer. He realized Mia was experiencing the dance vicariously. And so when the dancer started to slowly unbutton her pants, Brendan made the next move in the game. He slid his hands down to undo Mia’s belt.

Mia would have stopped him if she had been aware of it, but her attention was far-off, her eyes glazed. She saw herself in front of the men, dancing confidently, openly flaunting her sexuality, being the center of attention, the center of lust. She was breathing quickly, every inhalation brushing her bare nipples against the apron, teasing them.

As Brendan carefully slipped her belt apart, Mia, unknowing, whispered out loud.

“I wish I could dance like that.” She said dreamily. 

And then she felt her pants loosen as Brendan’s fingers started on her zipper. Ice-cold realization grabbed her and Mia looked fearfully around the room. Nobody had looked over – yet. Her prim nature kicked in, and Mia’s hands shot down, stopping Brendan from going any further.

“Hey,” Brendan whispered playfully. “I thought you wanted to dance like that?”

Hearing those words, Mia’s brain rebelled. But her body did not - the idea flashed through her like electricity. As she watched, a guy reached for the dancer’s chest, and the woman covered her breasts in faux-modesty. Mia wrapped her own arm across her naked bosom, pantomiming the dancer’s actions. Her bare arm cradled her heavy breasts under the apron, her nipples stiff with excitement.

Her arousal increasing, her willpower melting - Mia let go of Brendan’s hands at her waist.

“Of course I want to dance like...” Mia’s voice trailed off. Brendan’s fingers finished her sentence for her, unzipping her pants. Suddenly her slacks were sliding down over her hips. As the cool air hit her bare skin, Mia realized how exposed she was. Though she was standing behind the cloth-draped table, if someone were to look back it would be hard to hide her naked thighs. But the fear of being seen, mixed with lust, formed a potent cocktail of arousal in her blood. She squirmed against Brendan in nervous pleasure. 

Both he and Mia’s eyes were on the dancer now. As she danced erotically in front of the men, her thumbs hooked under the elastic of her thong. Brendan likewise took hold of Mia’s underwear. As the dancer inched her thong down, a quiet moan of collective lust escaped the men in front of her, and for a moment Mia pretended the sound was for her. She felt her own underwear slide down her thighs, completing the fantasy. A cool draft slid across her bare wetness, giving her goose-bumps all over. The sensation of being naked, exposed in front of a group of strangers, was complete. 

A few of the men were now quietly rubbing bulges in their pants. The dancer straddled one and began giving him a lap dance. Mia was riveted by the sheer open sexuality of the moment. Unbidden – indeed, uncontrollable now - her body mimicked the dancer’s. Mia pressed her bare ass into Brendan. 

Brendan was rock hard in his pants behind her. Mia quickly picked up the movement of the dancer, and began massaging her fiancée’s pelvis with her ass. She soon found his length, straining against his pants, and started teasing and rubbing him with her naked flesh. Then her hands went behind her, grabbing hold of Brendan’s firm body, and she pulled him against her, grinding her sex into his. Her actions astonished them both, but Mia’s mind was distracted with the scene in front of her; her body was on autopilot. 

Soon both lap-dances were climaxing, and Mia felt Brendan throb behind her. She rode her ass against him furiously, stroking his covered length with her rump, grinding into his heat. And suddenly she realized she was about to come herself. Never one to moan or cry out, Mia just gasped quietly as the orgasm ignited between her legs. The pleasure rippled through her like a fiery wave. 

And for a moment, Mia was hovering above, looking down on herself. Who was this wanton woman, bent over a table in the dark, breasts spilling out beneath her apron? And where had she come from? Had she really been hiding inside this careful, proper girl - now half naked, bared thighs and naked ass riding against a man for all she was worth? 

Back on the ground, Brendan recognized the quiet signs of Mia’s orgasm, and it set him off on his own climax. His cock unleashed in his pants, throbbing with ecstasy. His hands clutched Mia’s bare hips as they writhed in front of him, slowing to a halt. 

The party cheered. As the dancer got up from the lap-dance, Mia realized an intermission was at hand, and the men were shifting in their seats. Breathless, Mia and Brendan stood up quickly, adjusting their clothing. Sure enough, a few moments later guys were coming back into the shadows for refreshment. Brendan proceeded to pour drinks.

“Some show, huh?” One of the guys said. Brendan smiled. 

“Sure is. I hope there's more to come.” He turned to wink at Mia, but she was gone. 

~o~

The dancer, now dressed in a silk robe, had stepped over to the cooler to get a drink. Mia walked up to her, twisting the edge of her apron in her fingers nervously. 

“Uh, excuse me,” Mia said. The dancer looked up. 

“Oh, these are for us, right?” The dancer asked, holding up the can of soda. Mia nodded.

“Of course. Um...” Mia looked at the ground. “I was just wondering, how long have you been dancing? You’re really good.” Mia said. The woman in front of her beamed.

“Gosh, thanks. I’ve actually only been doing it a week.” She said. Mia blinked. A week, and she felt comfortable moving her body like that in front of strangers?

Then the girl asked in a whisper, “Am I really doing okay?”

“Well...yeah, you were...good. Fine. For just a week I mean.” Mia said, trying to swallow her envy. She had trouble digesting it. Then her mind grabbed hold of something – the dancer was a woman, and Mia was really just a girl. Confidence comes from experience, right?

“If you don’t mind my asking, how old are you?” Mia asked.

“Oh, I’m 22.” She said perkily, taking a sip of her soda. “How old are you?”

“Well...” Mia said, clenching her teeth. “Older than that.” 

Mia turned abruptly and went to help Brendan serve the food. 

~o~

The little pickup truck’s engine whined. Brendan was behind the wheel. Mia studied the map to their final catering gig of the night. Neither of them had said a word since packing up the last location.

Mia had trouble reading the map. She couldn’t stop thinking about her out-of-character actions at the bachelor party. She had some ideas about what had happened, and she wanted to talk to Brendan about it, but she didn’t want to scare him with her thoughts.

Meanwhile, Brendan’s mind was preoccupied with the very same stuff, but he didn’t want to scare away the side of Mia that had shown itself so briefly in the Event Room. 

“That was quite a party.” He said neutrally.

“Yeah. One of a kind.” Mia said. Brendan looked over at her.

“Was it?” He asked. Mia knew exactly what he meant. She treaded carefully.

“Maybe...maybe not.” She said, watching her fiancée’s reaction. “Would you like it to happen again?”

“I’d like...to see that part of you, again.” He said. “Any idea where it came from?”

Mia bit her lip. She had a pretty good idea. She just wasn’t how Brendan would take it.

“I think,” She began, “That it had something to do with...” she faltered. “The other men.”

Brendan wasn’t quite expecting that. “Oh.” Was all he managed. Mia felt his reaction and hurried to fill in the gaps.

“It’s not like it sounds. I just...got excited by the idea of being the dancer, being in front of them. Having the confidence, being comfortable with my body enough to do that, for strangers...” Mia trailed off. “It’s silly. But pretending, for five minutes...I really felt like a woman. Not just a girl.”

“But you are a woman.” Brendan said. “And that dancer was probably-“

“I know how old she was.” Mia clipped him off. After a pregnant pause, she spoke again. 

“I just wish I were woman enough to do something like that.” 

Her words hung in the air. Brendan thought about them, long and hard.

And he came up with a little idea.

~o~

The red sign outside the hotel glowed brightly, bathing the parking lot in a crimson light. In a corner of the lot, a pickup truck was parked. In it, two people sat in silence.

Mia clicked her fingernails on the dash slowly, tapping out a rhythm. Brendan’s idea hung in the air between them like a ghost. Mia chewed her lower lip, mulling it over.

“Everything’s red.” Brendan said, looking at the crimson glow around them. “It makes me think of sex.” Mia looked up, her eyes focusing on the red hotel sign.

“It makes me think of danger.” Mia said. 

Brendan looked at her. She looked at him. 

“So...what do you think of the idea?” Brendan asked. 

“It’s...interesting.” Mia said. That was an understatement – her insides were tumbling like a lava-lamp just thinking about it, alternating from excitement to fear and back again.

“Interesting good, or interesting bad?” Brendan asked.

“It’s interesting good. But,” Mia paused, gathering her courage, “Scary, too. And not just in the way you think. I mean, yes, I’d be scared to do it, but I’d also be scared...for us.” Brendan waited for her to elaborate. 

“Tonight, at the party, it was like I was someone else. It was Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde - something came out of me, took me over.” 

“I know.” Brendan said, remembering it with excitment. But Mia wasn’t smiling. Adjusting to her vibe, he got more serious. “And afterwards, you put it back.” he added. Mia shook her head.


Dancing Into Abandon



“But if it comes out again, in...the situation you’re suggesting...I just don’t know what’ll happen.” Mia said. She was so nervous she was almost crying. Brendan took her hand in his, waiting for her to finish.

“I realize now that I’ve always done this. I’ve always locked that part of me away because I was afraid of what she’d do, of what would happen to me if I gave in to her.”

Brendan felt like he understood Mia better than he had in a long time. Also, reading between the lines, he realized that her fear of hurting him was keeping her from exploring herself. 

“Don’t worry about me.” He said. “I want you to be happy. I want to be supportive and I want you to feel comfortable to explore yourself.” Brendan said. “And better to explore now than five years down the road when it won’t feel nearly as safe.” Then he grinned. “And frankly, I’m excited by that side of you, and I want to see it come out.” 

Mia looked at him like he was crazy. 

“Don’t you trust me?” He asked.

“I do.” Mia said, looking deep in his eyes. “I just don’t trust me.”

“Well, then, I’ll trust you for both of us.” Brendan said, smiling. Mia reluctantly smiled back. Where had she found such an amazing guy? 

But that question was double-edged. She couldn’t bear it if she did something stupid and hurt him. If only she had more time to think about things. Unfortunately, she did not. Brendan looked at his watch. 

“Well, it’s now or never. What’ll it be?”

Mia bit her lip, her stomach doing summersaults. Her eyes went to the hotel sign. She stared at it, the red light filling her vision. Did it still make her think of danger? 

Nope. This time, it made her think of sex.

~o~ 

Brendan slammed the tailgate on the truck. The metal chafers, containing the last of the food deliveries of the night, were piled in the parking lot at his feet. 

The red brake lights of the truck lit up as Mia started it. She backed it up, stopping to look Brendan in the eye.

“I’ll see you soon, I guess.” Mia said.

“Yeah.” Brendan said. “See you on the other side.” 

For a moment, they both looked petrified at what was about to happen.

Then Brendan put his strong hand on her cheek, and she nuzzled it. He leaned in and gave Mia a deep, passionate kiss. His lips felt hot on hers, and warmth filled them both. They parted, smiling. 

Mia put the truck into ‘drive’. Now that she had made the decision, her body was glowing like a heat lamp. She stomped on the gas and sped out of the parking lot. 

Time was short. 

~o~

Brendan looked at his watch. It was almost nine. He sat in the lobby of the hotel, watching the rotating door impatiently. He had catered a hundred bachelor parties, and he knew the sequence of events by heart. Or at least he thought he did. 

“Are you sure she’s coming?” A voice said. Behind the counter a young clerk stood, also checking his watch. “I’m off in fifteen minutes, and I’m not giving you your money back.” He said. Brendan had given him a hundred bucks to play his role, and he didn’t want it to go to waste. To make matters worse, Brendan was about to be late to set up the catering.  

Sighing, he leaned down to pick up the stack of metal trays. And just then, the rotating doors squeaked, and the click-click of high heels echoed through the lobby. 

Still leaning down, Brendan watched a pair of red high-heels click up next to him. Above them rested a pair of round, sleek calves. Brendan’s eyes followed the shapely leg up and up until it finally disappeared under a short red skirt. Above, a matching shirt was practically painted onto her ample bosom. The woman’s body was like a red popsicle, begging to be licked.

“Hi, I need some help. I’m supposed to meet a Mr. Buck Saunders, he has a room here.” Her feminine voice lilted out over her scarlet lips. Blue eyes peered luminously from a mass of auburn curls.

The clerk looked at Brendan sidelong, and then back to the woman.

“I’m sorry miss, but I’ve got a message from Mr. Saunders saying the party was cancelled.” The clerk said. The woman’s nose crinkled up. 

“What? Are you sure? The bachelor party?” She asked in disbelief.

“Ah, yes, that’s right. It’s been cancelled. I’m sorry.” The clerk said. Feeling like he had done his part, he shuffled off towards the back. 

Brendan grinned. His plan was working. Now all Mia had to do was show up in the next half hour or so. Then she’d be the replacement. Brendan’s mind fast-forwarded, trying to picture Mia dancing for a room of drunken guys. He wondered what she'd wear. 

Meanwhile, red fingernails clicked on the marble counter. The woman frowned at the receding clerk, and then shrugged, apparently writing it off. Her attention shifted to Brendan. 

“Ooh, is that catering?” She asked, sounding sweetly curious. “I’m starved.” 

Startled from his musings, Brendan shifted the chafers in his hands noisily. 

“Uh, yeah, but it’s spoken for. Sorry.” Brendan said, turning to go.

“That isn’t for a bachelor party, is it?” She asked. Brendan stiffened. 

“Uh, no. It’s for a...retirement party.” He said. 

“Oh. Well, can you spare a little something for me? It looks like my dinner plans for the night are kaputz.” Her voice was dripping with feminine syrup, and as she girlishly clasped her hands in front of her, her breasts were pressed together slightly, straining against the tight material of her top. Brendan tried not to stare. He failed.

“My name’s Sally, by the way.” 

Her delicate hand reached out, but Brendan’s were full and unable to respond, so she touched Brendan’s bicep instead, which was tight from holding the trays. The touch turned into a caress, and against his better intentions, he felt a stirring in his jeans. 

“Ahh, I don’t know...” Brendan said, but it lacked conviction. Even his vocal chords were rebelling. He knew it was her confidence that was putting the zap on him, but it didn’t make it any easier to resist. 

Sally felt his hesitation, and leaned in closer, her breasts grazing his arm. Brendan could see his reflection swimming in her big blue eyes, and it looked like he was drowning.

“Please? I promise not to eat much.” She cooed. “And I’ll make it worth your while.” 

Brendan couldn’t believe the effect this woman was having on him. Her body called to him, but the red of her clothes was blazing in his vision, as if to say: danger, warning, stop. 

In an effort to shake loose of the vision, Brendan closed his eyes. 

He tried to picture Mia. 

~o~

At home, Mia stood in front of her full-length mirror, looking at her body. 

She had chosen a black thong and a sleek black satin bra that always drove Brendan mad. The bra was perfectly fitted to her breasts, and lifted them a little to accentuate their heavy roundness. The thong was adequate in front, and of course revealed plenty of her round, firm behind, perched on her athletic legs. Mia swayed back and forth, practicing her movements, watching how her muscles and curves shifted in the reflection, her olive skin positively glowing with excitement. 

She found she was confused by what to wear next, however. Mia knew she should have plenty of clothes to remove, to extend the suspense. But she simply didn’t have anything sexy, or even alluring for that matter. Her entire wardrobe was piled on the floor of her room in heaps, her closet empty.

Well, empty except for a few obvious rejects: a clown costume from Halloween, her graduation gown, and her uniform from private school. 

Mia blinked. What if? She pulled the uniform out of the closet and regarded it. She had always hated the uniform, because it was the very embodiment of her life as a girl. It represented years of quiet obedience, and caution, and a near-frozen sexuality. 


And yet now, it had a strange allure. Didn’t some guys get off on that stuff? Or was it just old Japanese men?

Mia pulled the white Oxford blouse off the hanger and slipped it on. It still fit. Or did it? She fastened the buttons. Her breasts had grown considerably since she last wore the blouse, and the thin material strained to contain them. Mia looked in the mirror. The prim look of the blouse contrasted with her accentuated bust. Maybe this was going to work after all.

Mia slipped on the pleated plaid skirt and fastened the buttons up the side. She had apparently grown a little taller, too; the skirt stopped about halfway down her thighs. Mia blushed at the idea of walking around in public like that. But then she wouldn’t be wearing the skirt for too long, would she? Mia’s knees almost went wobbly as she realized again what she was about to do. 

She dressed in a hurry before she lost her nerve. Mia pulled the solid black blazer over all. She tied the plaid tie around her neck, and put her hair up with the matching plaid ribbon. Pulling on a pair of knee-high black socks, she slipped into some dress shoes and took a look in the mirror. 

Yes, Mia thought, now I really am a child again. But under the girl’s uniform waited a woman’s body, desperate to get out. Her body literally ached. It ached to be seen, to be desired, to be...touched? 

The last word entered Mia’s mind, unbidden. She immediately banished the thought, reminding herself that without the most supportive fiancé in the world, she wouldn’t even be going on this adventure.

“You got that Mrs. Hyde?” Mia asked the reflection in the mirror. “Keep things under control tonight.” Her body seemed to be in line, but a fire smoldered behind her green eyes, as if to say – we’ll see. 

~o~

Brendan walked down the hall, periodically closing his eyes, thinking of Mia. 

Meanwhile, a few steps behind, Sally clicked in her heels. In her fingers she held a half-eaten hors d’oeuvre. She polished it off, and a little moan escaped her lips. 

“Oh, god, these green things are soooo good. Did you really make all this?” Her voice chirped merrily. Brendan kept his eyes forward, when they were open. Sally's voice bubbled up from behind him again. “Can I have one more of the puffy yellow things?” 

Brendan reluctantly stopped. He rotated around, held the tall stack of metal chafers still, and let Sally open up the lid on the top one. She selected a cream-filled puff and replaced the lid.

“Okay,” Brendan said as she wolfed it down. The event room for the bachelor party was just around the corner, and it was time to get rid of Sally. “I should really get going.” 

Sally finished off the cream puff. “Oh alright.” She said, a little forlornly, and licked her fingers carefully. “But I really must repay you.” 

“No, really, that’s not necessary-“ Brendan started, but was cut off. Sally’s hands went to his belt and started to undo it, right in the middle of the hotel hallway!

Brendan’s eyes went wide, realizing his position. His hands were full of the metal chafers, and he had no way to stop Sally’s hands without dropping them. He did the best he could, backing up into one of the slightly-recessed doorways, attempting to get away.

“Oh no you don’t, mister.” Sally giggled. Brendan felt a cool breeze down below as his fly dropped. A warm, nimble little hand slid into his shorts and took hold of his cock. “Hey, nice piece.” She said, pulling out the swelling member and hefting it in her hand.

“Sally, please, no, seriously-“ Brendan scanned up and down the hallway, his fear of getting caught almost in a tie with his fear of being unfaithful to Mia. 

“Stop!” He hissed. To his relief, Sally stood up, her face bobbing up next to his. 

“Okay, see? I’m stopping.” She said, looking innocent. Meanwhile, her hand slid up and down Brendan’s now erect shaft. 

“No, seriously, stop.” Brendan said, but his voice was wavering. Sally smiled.

“Stop what?” She said, sounding sweetly confused. Her hand slid under his balls to caress them, making Brendan jump. She brought her other hand up to her lips and licked the palm. 

“Don’t-“ Brendan said, his voice dissolving into a pant.

“I’m not.” Sally said, nodding. Her saliva-wet hand wrapped around the swollen helmet of his manhood and corkscrewed around it. Brendan moaned.

“Please...” Brendan said, meaning to add another word to the statement. After a few long, wet, sensuous strokes down his length, he found the word. “...quit.” 

“I did.” Sally affirmed, smiling sweetly, pressing her breasts into Brendan’s arm. Her hand was massaging Brendan’s balls expertly. She felt them tightening in her hand, and she pumped faster, tugging on his heavy cock. Brendan closed his eyes, his voice coming out weakly.

“I really shouldn’t...” He whispered. Sally leaned her face in close, her sweet perfume engulfing him. Her lips were centimeters from his as she whispered back.

“You won’t.” She said. 

Just then, Brendan felt the first shiver of his orgasm. His cock bounced in Sally’s hand, and she pumped it furiously. A glistening plume of semen jetted out the head, spilling onto the carpet of the hotel hallway. Brendan moaned, leaning into the wall as he came. Sally kept pumping, watching the cum leap out of his cock in little white jets. As the fountain tapered off, Sally slowly stroked him, milking out the last dregs. 

Brendan panted, trying to catch his breath. He opened his eyes.

Sally smiled. Brendan shook his head, but smiled back wearily. Sally put his limp cock back in his shorts and zipped him up. The two stepped away from the damp puddle on the carpet and looked up and down the empty hallway.

“See? Nothing happened after all.” Sally said. Brendan wanted to believe it, and for a moment he almost did. Then Sally looked at her hand; a little dollop of cum clung to her fingers. She licked it off. 

“Thanks for the food.” She said, and gave a wink. Sally patted Brendan’s bicep one more time and sauntered off down the hallway. 

~o~

The event hall wasn’t just a conference room with seats and tables. There was a small pool curving around one side of the room, with a hot tub and a sauna. Two sides of the room were one-way mirrored windows looking out over the city. The track lighting was low, and the blue light of the pool cast lines of wobbly light across the ceiling. 

And in the back, a few tables had been set up. Finding the room empty when he arrived, Brendan set to work, slowly setting up the chafers and plates of food.

Brendan felt horrible. He had to tell Mia, of course, but he wondered if it couldn’t wait until after her little ‘adventure’ tonight. It seemed a shame to spoil her excitement over something that was, if not trivial, at least out of his control. Brendan thought about how easily it had happened. Sally had treated the sexual contact like it was nothing. Of course – the mentality of a bachelor party stripper. Sexual contact came with the territory. 

Just then the hackles rose on the back of Brendan’s neck. That was the very territory Mia was about to tread into. And all in a rush, he remembered his vision from earlier in the night, standing in the hotel hallway with the cooler in his hands. He had seen Mia, naked, dancing for strangers, and being coaxed into...other things. Had it been a premonition after all? For a moment Brendan thought about calling the whole thing off. 

But he knew Mia was excited – no - more than excited. Something about her experience tonight was important. It was bigger than him or his jealousy, possibly bigger even than their relationship. Mia was wrestling with her very identity, and that was big. 

So Brendan made a decision. Whatever Mia wanted to do tonight, however far things got, he was going to be fully supportive. Besides, he would almost feel better if she ended up going a little ‘too far’ – it would even the karma out a little. 

But what if 'a little too far' turned into 'a lot'? Surely, Mia’s conscience would keep that from happening. 

“Right?” Brendan said out loud, trying to reassure himself. 

~o~

Mia pulled into the parking lot, the hotel sign bathing her in red light again. She got out of the truck, and the cool night air slid across her exposed thighs, making her shiver. Mia tugged at the skirt, wishing it were just an inch longer. But, she remembered with a thrill, it would be off soon enough. 

Mia stopped. Could she really do this? If things went bad, she could always leave. Besides, Brendan would be there, and he’d make sure things didn’t get out of hand, surely. 

“Right?” Mia said out loud, trying to reassure herself.

~o~

“Buck Saunders.” A deep male voice echoed across the tile floor. Brendan looked up. A thirty-something man dressed in casual business attire strode across the room purposefully, hand extended. “You must be the caterer. Right on time.”

“Brendan Green.” He said, shaking Buck’s hand. “Hell of a room you got here.”

“Yeah, well, not every day your best friend gets married.” Buck said, a hint of disappointment in his voice. “Gotta make it as special as possible, you know.” 

Brendan nodded. “What’ve you got planned for the night?” 

“Well, nothing too crazy, pretty small group of guys from work. Some booze. And of course, a little feminine entertainment.” Buck fished a business card out of his pocket and handed it to Brendan. There was a picture of Sally, mostly naked, and the words:


Sally Forth Escort/Dancer

Brendan winced at the name, remembering the encounter in the hall. He also looked at the picture, which looked nothing like Mia. That could screw things up. He thought fast.

“Hm. You think she’ll really look like that? I’ve heard sometimes they look pretty different.” Brendan said. Buck looked at the pic.

“Really? Huh.” Buck frowned. “Well, I guess as long as she’s hot, that’s all that matters, right?” He said hopefully. But Brendan wasn’t listening. His attention was on the door. 

“Oh hey, this must be her.” He said. Buck looked up. 

Mia walked towards the two men, her dress shoes tapping across the tile.

“Gentlemen.” Mia said as she strode near. “Is one of you-“

“I’m Buck Saunders. You must be Sally.” Buck said. His eyes went up and down Mia’s body. Her upper body was concealed by the blazer, so he lingered on the firm, curvy flesh of her exposed thighs. Mia blushed. Suddenly she felt nervous about the uniform – was it too weird?

“Um.” Buck said, bringing his attention to Mia’s face. He looked concerned. Mia’s stomach tied up in knots. Here came the rejection, she thought. 

“I hate to ask this, but you are 18, aren’t you?” Buck asked nervously. Mia’s fear turned to elation, and she beamed back at him, laughing.

“Of course. Would you like to see my I.D.?” She asked. Buck laughed too, relaxing.

“No, no, that’s fine.” He said. His eyes appraised her body a second time. “I love your outfit, by the way.” Mia blushed again.

“Thanks.” She purred. “So, refresh me. What am I doing tonight?” At the question, Brendan’s ears perked. 

“Well,” Buck said, a sheepish look crossing his face. “It’s kind of lame actually. The bachelor is pretty conservative, and super-loyal to his girl.” Buck said this last bit like it was something of a tragedy. Brendan and Mia’s eyes met, briefly. Buck continued. “Just dance, do a little strip tease. I’d like to think you could give the groom a lap-dance, but I doubt he’ll be up for it. You see, he doesn’t even know you’re coming. If he did, he’d probably call in sick.” Buck laughed sardonically. He was definitely grumbling now, clearly disapproving of his buddy’s chastity. 

“Sounds fine.” Mia said, trying to sound confident, like it was all in a day’s work. But questions were gnawing at her. “Do you want me to get, um, totally naked? Or...”

“Oh.” Buck said. He puffed up his cheeks, thinking. “Well, as much as I’d like to say yes...I have a feeling it might freak the groom out. Maybe we better just play it by ear.”

“Sounds good to me.” Mia said, smiling at Brendan. He smiled back. 

~o~

It was a small group of men that sat in a half-circle of chairs by the pool, sipping cups of beer and reminiscing. Buck was at one end, and next to him was a slim, blonde-haired gentleman everyone called ‘Red’. The buff, dark-mustached Karl was next, and finally, the groom-to-be, Ernest. 




Dancing Into Abandon



“Don’t drink too much, Ernie. You remember that fishing trip.” Karl joked. Ernie was a small man, with a low alcohol tolerance. His face was red, but he laughed good-humoredly. He was used to being the brunt of the group’s jokes. 

Buck cleared his throat. Everyone turned to him.

“Well, Ernie, we’ve got a little surprise for you.” Buck said. The other guys grinned. Ernie was immediately suspicious.

“Wait a second, you didn’t-“ He started to say, but Buck cut him off.

“Oh hell yes we did. And you’re going to enjoy it, if we have to tie you down and prop your eyes open.” Everyone laughed. Ernie turned red in the face, shaking his head.

The laughs hushed as the door to the women’s bathroom opened. 

Mia stepped out. 

She could feel the eyes on her. Men’s eyes. Stranger’s eyes. It sent white-hot shivers of nervousness through her - knowing that shortly she’d be pulling her clothes off in front of them. Even if it was just down to her underwear, few men had ever seen so much of her body. And nobody had seen more, except Brendan. Where was he? Mia looked around and saw him, fussing with the catering in the back of the room. His eyes met hers, and they shared a little smile. 

“Hoo there Buck, is this legal? Looks like you picked up some jailbait.” Karl joked. Everyone laughed. Everyone but Ernie, who was red-faced and nervous.

Rhythmic music pulsed to life, filled the event room. Buck stood over the stereo console by the sauna. He looked at Mia for approval of his choice. She nodded. 

Mia stepped carefully towards the men, afraid of tripping up. She knew that confidence was everything, though, so she tried to hold it together. She stopped in front of the half-circle of chairs. 

Mia closed her eyes. She figured it was the only way she could hope to pull this off – if she could keep her eyes closed and go inside her body, feeling the music. Sure enough, slowly her body started to sway back and forth. She tried to tune in to her body, to settle in. Then someone coughed, obviously waiting for something to happen.

Stifling her nervousness, Mia thought back to the dancer, trying to remember what she had done. Mia ground her hips ground in a circle. Her hands slid up her body, over the blazer, pressing her breasts through the heavy material. She slid them down again, past her coat, tracing the contours of her thighs. Mia knew those were the motions she had seen, but they felt awkward and stilted as she did them. 

The music picked up in tempo, and Mia struggled to match it. She fumbled for the buttons on the blazer. Her legs and thighs rocked and pivoted, too much it seemed, and she wondered if her motions were overly exaggerated. She finally got the buttons undone, and let the coat fall into a heap at her feet. Mia turned to give the men a view of her profile, praying her out-thrust curves would give them something to think about. 

Brendan watched from the shadows beyond the catering table. Mia’s movements were a little stiff, but her body was a delicious sight. Yet something wasn’t right – her eyes were closed, and it kept a distance between her and the audience. The men were watching, but nobody was on the edge of their seat.

Behind her closed eyes, Mia felt it too. There was a disconnect between her and the men. She thought back to the dancer she had watched earlier, and she remember how the woman used her eyes, both to trap the gazes of the men, and to see what got them going, so she could adjust her dance accordingly. 

Summoning her courage, Mia opened her eyes. The sight suddenly terrified her, and her dancing faltered. Red’s eyes were on her blouse-clad breasts, and Buck’s on her scantily covered thighs. But Karl was looking at his watch. Mia tried to regain her rhythm. 

Then her eyes skittered over to Ernie, sitting on the edge of the group. 

Their eyes met, and locked.

Looking deep into Ernie’s gaze, Mia realized he was more nervous than she was; his expression was torn between stirring arousal and anxiety. He desperately wanted to be enjoy this, but he had never been that comfortable with overt displays of sexuality. 

Suddenly, Mia felt for him: here was someone like her. 

She smiled. 

Ernie slowly smiled back. And the heat grew like a line of fire between them. 

Mia acknowledged his attraction, and welcomed it, and Ernie got more comfortable with looking at her. His eyes drifted down her body, taking in her ample curves. Mia could feel his desire, and her sexuality turned on like a switch.

Mia's body came to life. Her moves became more fluid. Finding new confidence, she looked seductively at Ernie and slowly untied her necktie. She tossed it to him. He caught it, and the guys finally let out with a cheer. The room seemed to get a little warmer.

Mia felt it, and she dove in. 

Her hands slid up her belly and onto her breasts. She started undoing the buttons on her blouse, one by one. The material was straining so hard in the middle that when she undid the button, the shirt popped open, exposing her bra-clad torso. Ernie leaned forward. Mia dipped down so that he could see the deep line of her cleavage, trapped in her satin bra. Ernie practically drooled. Mia loved it.

“Come on, baby, take it off.” Red said. For the first time, Mia took her eyes away from the safety of Ernie’s and gave the blonde-haired man a look. His gaze was fixed hungrily on her chest, like Ernie's, but the energy was different. Red's lust was so...raw. Mia felt a twinge of fear flutter through her. And yet in addition to the fear, she felt a rush of warm, wet heat between her legs. The man wanted to see her woman’s body, and Mia realized she desperately wanted to show it to him. She undid the last button on the blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. 

Mia pivoted around, giving the guys a visual drink of her bra-clad bosom. The olive skin was a shade more pale on the heavy mounds of her cleavage, and Mia found herself wishing she got more sun. But the men didn’t seem to mind, and she relished their looks as they showered attention on her bosom.

In the shadows, Brendan’s mouth was open. In the last few minutes, a profound change had come over Mia. Her dance was liquid and erotic, and he felt his arousal mounting, his cock straining against his pants. But he got nervous as he saw the other men were in a similar state - Buck adjusted himself in his pants, and Karl was flagrantly rubbing himself. The boys were really starting to get into it.

Mia reached down and undid a button on her skirt. The men leaned in. She undid the another, and another. The last undone, Mia found herself holding on to the pleated material, reluctant to let go. 

Then she looked back to Ernie. He smiled at her warmly, and she felt the courage to go on. The skirt slid off her thighs, leaving her legs bare for the looking. 

The men were enthralled with the long, toned legs before them. Her lower body was clad only in a black thong and knee-high socks. Mia didn’t have the courage to turn around and show them her ass, but her thighs and hips got plenty of attention. 

Then the music slowed, and Mia thought it was the perfect time to roll off her socks, slowly, like she had seen women do in the movies. As she lifted a foot to grab one, however, she lost her balance, and found herself hopping, struggling to tug it off. The men laughed.

As it finally slipped off her foot, Mia realized she was facing away from the men, giving them a full view of her bare ass, sheathed in the skimpy thong. 

Mia gulped. She could almost feel the stares on her ass, like a cold heat. 

Yet, she resisted turning around to hide herself. And then, mustering her courage, she went a step further. She slowly bent down to reach for the other sock. Leaning all the way over, almost touching the ground, she knew she was giving them full visual access to her hindquarters. Mia wasn’t sure, but she thought she heard a little moan of lust escape someone’s mouth. 

Brendan couldn’t believe the sight – Mia was bent over, swaying her perfect, innocent little ass back and forth in front of a group of strangers, naked but for a satin bra, thong and a pair of heels. Was this his fiancé? 

Meanwhile, Ernie had a hand on his upper thigh now, and was gently rubbing a bulge there. Without thinking, Mia took the next step. She moved towards him. As she neared, she spread her legs. 

Mia straddled his body and sank slowly into his lap.

Brendan gulped. So much for 'no lap dance'. But obviously Mia was caught up in the moment. And he couldn’t fault Ernie – the guy was obviously torn up between desire and ethics. But desire was clearly winning, and he was giving in, little by little, to the moment. Soon his eyes were closed, and he was completely overtaken by the soft, curvy body pressed against him. 

Mia started to rub her body against Ernie like she had seen the dancer do, earlier in the night. She caresssed his back with her hands. She pressed her breasts into his chest. She slid her ass up and down in his lap. 

Mia could feel his erection under her, throbbing, like an animal struggling to get out. Mia rubbed it, teasing it, but hesitated to really grind herself against it. She was almost afraid to really acknowledge it's presence. To do so, she'd have to acknowledge the little animal between her own legs, which was most certainly awake now. And in spite of her better judgement, it was sending fevered signals to her brain, begging her to remove the thong that trapped it. 

But Mia still had a few wits about her. As much as the lap-dance was pleasuring her, she knew both she and Ernie would drown in guilt afterwards if things went any further. After all, a lap dance was okay; it was the expected climax of a bachelor party. 

And judging by Ernie’s breathing, his climax wasn’t too far off. Mia rode him faster, expecting him to blow at any moment. 

And then something else happened. 

Brendan tensed. Buck was whispering something to Karl and Red. Brendan couldn’t hear what they were saying, but they had the look of a band of conspirators. Then Buck got up from his chair. 

The big man stepped quietly up behind Mia. Giving the other guys a wink, he reached down and undid the clasp on Mia’s bra. 

The lap dance stopped abruptly as Mia felt the satin slip away from her breasts. Her mouth opened in shock. Before she could react further, Buck tugged the bra off her arms, leaving her chest bare. 

Mia’s arms whipped over her breasts, clutching them to her. The guys all laughed.

Brendan stepped forward from behind the catering table. 

Mia calmed down. Gathering her wits, she stopped Brendan with a look, indicating she could take care of it.

Buck was laughing at the look on Ernie’s face. The little guy had apparently gotten a glimpse of Mia’s uncovered charms, and was reeling from the sight. 

Mia laughed good naturedly, but kept an arm across her naked chest as she held a hand out for the bra. 

Buck smiled. He held the satin garment just within reach, tempting her, then pulled it back. He was trying to draw her into a game of keep-away. 

Mia played along, reaching for it again. Buck tossed it to Karl, who held a cup up to his nose and took a deep whiff before tossing it to Red. Mia stepped back and forth between the guys, playfully swatting at the bra as it came close to her fingers and then danced away.

“Okay, guys, enough is enough.” Mia said, giving Buck a shame-on-you look. Buck returned with an aw-shucks look, and nodded. 

“Alright. Come and get it.” Buck said. Then, as it had apparently been planned out, Red and Karl stood up and held Ernie’s arms down.

Buck got walked up and stuffed the bra down Ernie’s pants.

“Hey now, guys-“ Ernie started to protest, but Red put a big hand over his mouth. Buck continued to work the bra down into the little guy's slacks until it completely disappeared. 

Mia shook her head.

“Uh, Buck? I don’t think so.” Mia said. 

“Aw come on, give the poor guy a cheap little thrill.” Buck whined like an overgrown kid. “He’s gonna be chained up for the rest of his life after tomorrow.” 

Ernie shook his head, mumbling something behind Red’s hand. 

Mia stole a look at Brendan. He’d step in at any moment, if she wanted him to. But she could take care of this. And besides, she did feel sorry for the mousy little Ernie. Beneath all his protests, she knew he wanted her. She could afford a cheap thrill for his benefit. And secretly, the little game was thrilling her, too.

Still holding an arm over her breasts, Mia sank down on her knees in front of Ernie. The guys all cheered. 

Mia used her free hand to undo Ernie’s belt. It wasn't such a big deal, right? Mia reminded herself that she was supposed to be a professional stripper, and they probably had to deal with little games like this all the time. Getting into it, Mia winked at him as she unzipped his pants. 

Mia tugged Ernie’s pants open. The top of his silk boxers peeked out. Her bra was not to be seen. 

“Keep going.” Buck said. “It’s in there.” Apparently Buck had placed it carefully. 

Ernie looked at Mia, his eyes conveying nervous tension, with a little lust mixed in. If he could speak, he would say something and stop this, Mia thought. She was glad he couldn't. 

But why? What did she want to happen? 

Mia carefully took hold of the top of Ernie’s boxers, pulling them down to take a peek. Then Red and Karl lifted him up, and tugged his boxers and pants down in one motion. 

Mia’s eyes went wide with astonishment. She momentarily forgot about her modesty, letting go of her breasts to put her hand to her mouth in surprise.

Her bra was there – wrapped around the biggest cock she had ever seen.

It was just massive: a big, thick muscle, at least nine inches long, swollen and red. The helmet was broad and smooth, and bobbed only a few inches from her face. 

Mia just stared for a moment. Then she felt the men’s eyes on her breasts and realized she had let them go. Her brain told her to get her modesty together, but she was frozen like a deer in headlights. 

Brendan stepped closer to see what everyone was looking at. He stopped, stunned. How did such a little guy get such a giant dick? 

Slowly, Mia willed herself to retireive her bra. Buck had wrapped her it around the shaft, so that Mia would be certain to touch it a few times before coming away with her garment. Mia reached her fingers up and took hold of one of the bra straps. She started to unwind it from Ernie’s cock. Her fingertips grazed the shaft, and it felt hot against her skin. The bra was tangled up pretty good, and she found herself tugging it upwards. As she did, she let her palm slide across the length of the shaft. Ernie shivered with the touch. 

“Come on,” Buck whispered. “You know you want to touch it.” He said. “He wants you to, he just won’t admit it.” Buck goaded.

There was no denying it. Mia felt lust for this thing in front of her. And she felt warmth and empathy for Ernie. But her love for Brendan won out. Her eyes drifted over to his. 

Brendan’s gaze was full of mixed emotions. Things had drifted into uncharted waters, and he wasn't sure what would happen next. He knew he could get Mia to end it all with one look, but he tried to read her expression for guidance. 

Her expression definitely read concern. Then Brendan’s eyes slipped down her neck, which was flushed – her olive skin always got a ruddy glow there when she was turned-on. And her nipples were stiff. Her breath rose and fell quickly, betraying her excitement, making her round breasts swell with each inhalation. 

And finally, Brendan thought of his transgression in the hall with Sally. The karma was out of balance, and it seemed fate was in a hurry to restore the equilibrium. 

So Brendan gave a little nod. 

Mia felt the nod more than saw it - her body temperature rose a few degrees, her breath caught in her throat, and the wetness increased between her legs. Suddenly afraid she might faint, Mia focused on the seated man in front of her. And on what the little animal in his lap.

Once again, for the second time tonight, Mia was hovering over her body, looking down. Was she really going to touch this stranger's cock? For all her lust, she couldn't imagine herself doing such a thing. 

And then she felt something, someone, inside her. Mrs. Hyde was awake, and she was ready - no -eager to do it. She wanted that cock in her hand, and she wanted it now. 

Mia gave in, and went for it.

She reached up. Her small fingers wrapped around the thick shaft. It was hot in her hand. The weight of it was amazing, and it throbbed in her palm. 

She gently started to stroke it. Her hand barely fit around, so she brought her other up to assist. She rubbed him dry for a few moments. Then she brought her hands to her mouth and licked her palms slowly, keeping eye contact with Ernie the whole time. When she replaced her hands on his stick, they slipped easily up the length. 

Ernie gave a groan behind Buck’s hand. Mia stroked him faster. She wanted to see him cum. One hand rippled up the shaft, the other she used one to rub the sensitive spot under the head. It didn’t take long before Ernie’s legs tensed. Mia pointed his cock straight up, taking a moment to clutch his balls. 

Ernie’s cum squirted up in a geyser. It fountained down over Mia’s pumping hand, coating it in slippery semen. A pool formed on his belly, and Mia slowed, easing Ernie down. Red took his hand off Ernie’s mouth, showing him smiling in ecstasy.

Mia shared the smile with him, and they both laughed. Mia felt flushed with excitement, and with a strange sense of pride at her own courage.

Then Mia caught Ernie's glance. He was looking at something behind her, his expression changing. 

Mia turned. 

Karl and Red had their cocks out, and were holding them for her, eagerly waiting for attention. Buck was undoing his own pants.

Mia laughed at the surreality of the moment, buoyed by her confidence.

“Oh, so I have to do everybody now?” Mia joked merrily. But she did feel a little disconcerted by the scene of the three dicks hanging out in front of her. None of the guys spoke, they all just grinned and stared down at the mostly-naked woman on her knees in front of them.

Buck moved forward, his cock bouncing in the air in front of him. He was steering it towards Mia’s face, but she reached up and caught it in her hand, slowing him down. 

“Okay,” Mia said, semi-reluctantly. Her voice had that quaver in it, the one that Brendan was used to hearing when Mia got hot and bothered but she knew she should stop. “How about...everyone gets a hand job." She said, "And that’s it.” 

Karl was clearly disappointed by her announcement, but it didn't stop him from stepping forward as Red did, dick in hand.

Mia was now officially losing her war with lust. She was totally turned on by the sight of so much male flesh. Her nipples were hard, and her cheeks flushed red. Her left hand continued to stroke Buck, and her right slid over Red’s length. Karl stroked his slowly, watching her, waiting his turn.

Mia let go of Red for a moment to focus on Buck. Her beautiful hands worked his pillar of muscle over; the fingers of one hand danced over his length as her other hand cupped his balls, massaging them. 

Mia enjoyed the heaviness of Buck’s cock. It wasn’t as long as some, but it was thick. She found herself wrapping both hands around the width of it, pumping it in long strokes, massaging it and marveling at it’s sheer thickness.

And then she let her hand drift back to Red’s. Mia pumped the two cocks together for a little. It was a sensation she had never experienced, having two men in her hands. She savored it, closing her eyes.

When she opened them, Karl had stepped forward, his cock looming inches from her face. It was obvious where he was headed – Mia’s hands were occupied, and her mouth was at eye-level with his dick.




Dancing Into Abandon



She had come to another bridge. Would she cross it?

Mia knew she should look to Brendan, but she also knew if she did, she wouldn’t be able to go any further. Instead she just stared at the approaching cock. 

Karl stopped in front of her. He brought his cock within an inch of her face. Then he slowly, gently rubbed the tip of his cock across Mia’s mouth. 

If he had pressed hard, she would have rebelled. But he instead just grazed her. A tiny clear droplet of precum oozed from the tip, and Karl rubbed it across Mia’s heavy bottom lip, coating it with a fine glaze. 

Mia’s tongue darted out instinctively, licking away the moisture. It was sweet on her tongue. Karl dragged the fleshy helmet across her wet lips again, this time pressing them ever so slightly apart. 

Karl slid the cock beyond Mia’s perfect lips, onto her waiting tongue. Giving in to her lust for the heavy flesh in her mouth, her tongue massaged the underside of the head. 

She found herself thirsting for this man’s honey. Her cheeks caved in as she sucked on his cock. Her lips slid up and down the length, milking it, desperate to pull forth the ivory geyser of fluid she knew was waiting in his swollen balls. 

And it didn’t take long. Karl grimaced, his hands going to clutch Mia’s hair. He thrust deep in her mouth, and Mia struggled not to choke. 

Brendan knew the man was coming in Mia’s mouth. He watched Mia’s elegant throat bobbing, working to swallow the load that was jetting into her. As she finished gulping it down, Karl pulled out of her mouth. 

Mia licked her lips, and became conscious of the two men in her hands. She felt Buck's hand on the back of her neck, pulling her towards him. Her resistance was purely superficial - again, she wanted it. She wanted his cock in her mouth.

And she got it. Buck slid his dick onto her waiting tongue. She massaged the head with it, then closed her mouth over him, sucking it.

Buck soon groaned, and his muscle throbbed. Mia wanted to see him cum. She pulled him out of her mouth, and Buck took his cock in his hand. He reached down and took Mia's hand in his, placing it on his balls as he jacked off. Mia obeyed, cupping his nuts in her hand, tugging them softly as he wrapped one big fist over his meaty cock.

Mia was entranced, watching his hand pump the cock, fast, only a few inches from her face. She wanted to watch it come out, but realized too late what he was up to, and just barely had time to turn her head before a thick creamy rope of cum leaped out. It splattered across the lower edge of her jaw. Another squirt shot across her neck, giving her half of a pearl necklace. Buck grunted, his hand still pumping, and threw another line of sticky white across her neck.

Mia could feel the hot semen dripping down her skin, and it made her old self blush to think what she looked like, sitting there on her knees, basically naked, a stranger’s cum all over her. She stole a glance at Brendan. He seemed tense, but his eyes were lit up with excitement, and Mia relaxed a into the sensations, feeling the liquid cooling on her skin. 

Three down, one to go. On cue, Red grunted, his cock throbbing for attention. Mia let go of Buck’s balls and put both hands on Red’s muscle. It was much thinner than Buck’s, but much longer too. Her pale fingers formed a long hollow tube, and she slid it up and down on the cock in front of her, trying to give it maximum pleasure. 

Red moaned, thrusting his cock into her hands, fucking them like he would a woman. Mia’s body moved in tandem to his, sliding forward and back, her hands bumping against the base of his cock and then sliding out to the tip. Red’s cock was so long that as he stroked, the tip slid into the top of Mia’s cleavage. 

She could feel the fierce, throbbing heat of his head as it plowed down between her breasts. It felt intensely good. Without thinking she brought her elbows in against the sides of her breasts, pressing them together. Red immediately moaned again, feeling the added pleasure as his cock fucked her bosom. His hands came to her shoulders, and Mia let him guide her, faster and faster.

Suddenly Red’s hips bucked, and Mia took his balls in one hand, milking them, and her other hand fluttered up and down on his head, which hovered over her red and flushed cleavage. 

Semen blasted out of his cock in a long stream. It was thinner than Buck’s, and splashed across the tops of Mia’s breasts, coating them in a clearish glaze. She watched it this time, loving the sight of the hot liquid blasting her body. She increased the passion of her hand-job, pumping out another milky squirt, and then another. Soon her breasts were covered in a pearlescent fluid, and she shivered as it cooled against her skin. 

Mia released Red’s cock. She stared down at herself, at the evidence of passion painted across her body. Three strangers had just emptied their seed onto her, and despite the coolness of it now she felt hot and excited. Then a voice broke her concentration.

“There’s one more you have to take care of.” Buck said. Mia looked around. Brendan did too, until he realized Buck was pointing at him. 

Mia smiled at her fiancé. He smiled back.

“Of course. I’m sorry, I forgot your name?” Mia said playfully. Brendan smiled.

“Brendan. And yours was...?”

“Mia.” She said. “So, Brendan, would you like to be taken care of as well?” 

Brendan didn’t have to say anything. He sat down in a deck chair, and leaned back. Mia scooted across the floor towards him. As she did, the three men watched her from behind. Brendan could only imagine what they were seeing – his wife’s beautiful ass, covered by a skimpy thong, her pale thighs curving down below. 

Brendan pulled the lever on his deck chair, lowering the back. He was almost completely prone in the long chair, and Mia had to climb partially onto it to get to his belt. On her hands and knees, she looked up at him as she undid his pants. The twinkle in her eye showed Brendan she knew what kind of a show she was giving the guys behind her. Mia was glowing with confidence. It amazed Brendan, but he accepted it, even relished it.

Mia pulled Brendan’s belt apart, and tugged his pants down slowly. Being with her familiar lover, her actions were already more sensual and comfortable, and she took her time sliding his underwear off. The other guys went to refill their drinks, all but Ernie who watched her work.

As Mia took Brendan’s cock in her hand, she looked into his eyes.

“Are you okay?” Mia asked quietly, looking a little nervous. Brendan smiled. 

“Yeah.” Brendan whispered. He decided it was a good time to confess about his little adventure with Sally in the hall. 

Mia listened to his tale. She stroked him slowly and thoughtfully as he talked. Brendan was nervous she'd be upset. But at the end of the story, she laughed. Brendan laughed too.

"Well it's been a wild night for both of us." Mia whispered.

"Yeah. You want to call it? We can pick some champagne up on the way home. Maybe celebrate your newfound, uh, womanhood?" 

Mia smiled. It sounded funny, but she did feel different. Some parts of her would always be a girl, but something had sure grown up in her tonight. 

"Sure," She whispered. "Sounds good to-" 

Mia stopped, her voice falling off. Something was happening behind her.

She felt hands on her rump. Strange fingers were on her skin. Thick digits hooked themselves under the strap of her thong and began to tug downwards.

Mia flexed her thighs, closing her legs tight to prevent the meager satin garment from sliding down. Her hand slowed on Brendan’s cock, and her eyes focused on the reflection in the glass behind Brendan’s chair. 

She could see Ernie being goaded by the other two men. He was standing right behind her, biting his lip, twisted between passion and concern. Buck’s hand was tugging gently at her thong, attempting to slide down past her clenched thighs.

Mia looked up at Brendan. His eyes were focused behind her, on the actions of the men, and on Ernie’s cock. It was partially erect again, and red from the earlier exertions. Already it was thick and heavy, and dangled only a few inches behind the curve of Mia’s ass.

Brendan’s eyes went to Mia’s. 

They both knew that either one of them could stop things with just a word. The adventure had played itself out - Mia had danced like she wanted, and then some. She felt the catharsis she had been looking for. There was no real reason to go any further. Was there?

Buck tugged again on Mia’s thong. Her thighs remained tightly pressed together, defying his efforts. Red got down and tried to gently pull her knees apart. None of their actions were fierce or menacing, but they were insistent.

Brendan could see lust in Mia’s eyes, but also fear. Likewise, Mia could see excitement in Brendan's, but the windows to his soul showed deep uncertainty. The two of them stayed like that for a few moments, their hearts beating, ticking the moments by.

Finally, without a word between them, they made a decision. 

Mia shifted her weight, letting her thighs spread apart. 

Buck’s fingers tugged the thong down. The fabric slipped down her pale thighs. Mia slowly lifted one knee up, and the thong slipped farther down her leg. The whole time her eyes were locked with Brendan’s. 

Unspoken thoughts raced between them. They had been faithful and monogamous for the entirety of their relationship. Normally Brendan was protective, even jealous, and Mia felt undying devotion to him. And yet she was about to surrender her body to another man.

Brendan broke their gaze to see what was happening. Red and Buck stepped back, and Ernie took hold of his cock, now fully erect. His hand was shaking a little. He took a baby step towards Mia, and the tip of his member was lost to Brendan’s view.

“Unh...” Mia gasped, bowing her head into Brendan’s lap as she felt the probing touch of the unfamiliar flesh. Her hand started pumping Brendan’s cock faster, nervously stroking him to distract her mind from the shock of what was about to happen.

She could feel Ernie’s penis touching her, brushing against her lips, like a heavy snake seeking entry into her body. It felt deceptively smooth and silky against her pussy, and she realized that she was very, very wet. She felt her labia shift as his head pressed them apart. 

Mia closed her eyes, and she formed a mental image of Ernie’s cock: thick, laced with veins, engorged with blood. And suddenly she remembered how large it was, and she panicked. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at Brendan, worry and uncertainty crashing over her. 

Brendan’s strong hand came down and caressed her cheek. She nuzzled it, looking into his eyes, and her heart calmed. 

The bulbous helmet slipped into her opening, and Mia’s legs went wobbly. Her pussy clenched, almost forcing the huge intruder out. But her wetness and lust betrayed her, and she yielded. Ernie’s cock inched into her.

Brendan watched it slowly disappear into her body, his mind a swirl of disbelief. Was she really taking that thing into her? Would she really let this man fuck her?

Apparently so. Mia’s body continued to devour Ernie’s cock. He went slowly, wary of hurting her, but it was still a sensation like Mia had never felt. His girth filled her up, and slowly the relentless invader drove it’s way up inside her. She had an urge to spread her legs wider, and she yielded to it.

“Oh God...” Mia gasped in disbelief. 

She had never felt anything like this; she was so...full. Her whole body tensed in response to the new sensation, every muscle flexing. Her hand stopped stroking Brendan. She just held him, her fist clenching his length tightly, as one would grasp the gearshift of a car that was out of control. He throbbed in her hand, and as the blood pulsed in him, she heard her own blood roaring in her ears.

Finally, there was no more resistance. The last few inches disappeared, and Ernie thrust home, burying the full length of his cock in her pussy.

“UHN!” Mia yelped. 

Her whole world exploded like a pinata, ribbons of pain and pleasure bursting out in all directions. Suddenly all thoughts of Brendan or her surroundings were driven from her mind by the intense heat and pressure between her legs. 

Ernie carefully drew himself back out, and then began pistoning into her slowly. Mia came back to full awareness, the feeling of intense pleasure radiating up from between her legs to fill her whole body. Her hands went into action again, desperate to express the feelings that were pulsing through her. She pumped Brendan’s cock sensuously, her other hand drifting down between her legs. There her nimble little fingers found her clit, and she was launched into a terrific orgasm.

‘Oh god...” Mia moaned, closing her eyes. Her hand pumped Brendan furiously. Ernie began to thrust faster. He put his hands on her ass, pulling her into his thrusts. Mia grunted, feeling the full penetration, the pleasure mixed with pain wracking her body. 

Soon she was moaning uncontrollably. Ernie got into a rhythm, and Mia began bucking her ass back into him. Another orgasm shook her frame, and her hand on Brendan’s cock went limp. Mia leaned her face into Brendan’s shirt and almost screamed with pleasure, her voice mostly absorbed into his body. 

Feeding on Mia’s expressions of pleasure, Ernie’s timid nature fell away; his primal instincts took over, and he unleashed. He rode Mia from behind, more fiercely than ever, driving himself into her. Soon it was all Mia could do to hang on. Her arms clutched Brendan, hugging her torso against his as Ernie ravaged her from behind. 

Ernie groaned. Brendan saw the man’s knuckles go white as he gripped Mia’s ass. He thrust deep and hard, eliciting from Mia a wailing moan, mingling with Ernie’s long, animalistic groan as he came.

Mia could feel the snake throbbing inside her. The throbbing climaxed in a jump, and she felt it pouring Ernie’s seed into her. It pulsed, again and again, jetting hot cum into her pussy. The idea of this stranger unloading his seed into her, it made her passion swell, and she had just enough energy for one last orgasm. Her fingers massaged her clit, and she climaxed again, her voice hoarse as she moaned. Her own juices mixed with cum that was spilling down her thighs. 

Brendan knew Ernie was jetting his cum inside her. It stunned him, seeing Mia writhing with pleasure, her body drinking this stranger’s milk, drawing it out of him. 

Mia’s voice trailed off. Everyone was silent, stunned from witnessing the spectacle of passion. The only sound was her and Ernie’s breathing, coming in pants.

Brendan watched Ernie slowly backed up. His cock inched our from between Mia’s legs. Her pussy was still clenched on him, as if reluctant to let him go, milking him as he came out. 

“Oh oh oh!“ Mia stuttered, the withdrawal sending sparks of electricity up her sensitive channel.

Finally Ernie slid his wet, swollen member from her body, like a wasp removing it’s stinger. Mia shuddered at the withdrawal - as though the fleshy rod was the only thing holding her body together - and collapsed against Brendan, giving out an exhausted sigh.

Mia felt Brendan’s hand brush away her hair. She opened her eyes, staring up at him. The look she gave was happy, and satisfied, but completely spent. 

There was movement behind Mia. Buck’s cock was hard again, and he was stroking it slowly, eying Mia’s rear. Mia saw Brendan’s attention, and she turned her head weakly to look in the reflection in the glass. Her eyes widened. Her fiancé saw her reaction, and knew what came next. He looked at his watch, then pretended to hear something Mia said.

“Well guys, it’s midnight. She says she’s ready to go, and I better head out.” 

The disappointment read on Buck’s face, but he nodded. The guys dispersed, heading presumably for the bathroom.

“Thanks, baby.” Came a weak whisper from Brendan’s lap. He looked down at his wife’s beautiful face. Sweat glistened in beads on her skin, and her eyes were half-lidded and tired.

“You can go to the car. I’ll pack up the catering.” Brendan said. Mia looked relieved. 

She sat up slowly. Brendan helped her to her feet. Mia took a few wobbly steps, and then sat down in a deck chair, her naked body leaning weakly into the plastic seat. 

“Give me a sec.” Mia said, catching her breath and giving in to the exhaustion she felt in all the muscles of her body. Looking down, she saw that her whole body was glistening with sweat, the cum from three different cocks painted across her skin. Her thoughts went to Brendan, who was busy picking up her strewn-about clothes. He brought them over to her.

Mia looked at the crumpled private school uniform in his hands. She shook her head.

"You know, throw that thing away." She said, laughing. Brendan looked confused.

"What are you going wear?" He asked. Mia got up and walked towards the sauna. She entered, and came back out wearing a hotel bathrobe. 

"You're going to wear that out of here?" Brendan asked dubiously.

"Yeah." Mia said, tying the robe around her. "Why not?" 

Brendan smiled, shaking his head. "The old Mia wouldn't have done that."

"Yeah, well, she's not in charge anymore." Mia said. She leaned into Brendan and gave him a deep kiss. One of her hands slid between his legs and caressed him there. 

"Now let's get you home and take care of this, shall we?"

"Fine by me." Brendan said, smiling.

~o~