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Triple Dog

By: sycksycko



The vodka made the rounds and each of the six girls drew it straight from the bottle. 

A pall fell on the group as they each came to the realization that the reminiscing part of the evening was over.

"All right, gals," exclaimed Diane, their host for the evening, while clapping her hands, "the time is upon us. We will cease to exist as a group next week, as most of us go off to different colleges." Anna looked livid that she was being slighted so. Taylor gave no reaction to the dig, as she never did. "We have to decide how to dispose of our old friend, Carsy!" 

Emma waived the keys to their joint car in the air. The six of them had pooled their summer job earnings, over two years ago, and bought a used, green station wagon to share between them. Contrary to the expectations of the adults, the girls did not fall out over the car and had a simple car-sharing arrangement between them. Each had it one day of the week, when her responsibility was to carpool all of them to and from school, and one had it on Saturday when she would have to ferry everyone to and from parties. On Sunday, the Saturday girl used it as she liked, as long as it was fueled and in the Monday girl's driveway by the end of the day.

It was a system that allowed all of the girls to have a chauffeured car for most of the week, and all they had to do was be a chauffer one day of the week. They rotated their days of the week and the girl whose car it was picked which requests for a ride she would honor, and in which order. The school runs were mandatory. The six of them never had any kind of a fight over Carsy, as they affectionately named their ride.

"I think I speak for everyone," said Maria, "When I say that I don't want to see Carsy in some stranger's hands. He's ours and he should stay with one of us."

"Yeah, we can't sell Carsy" seconded Diane, and all the girls murmured their agreement. "The only problem is, not one of us has the cash to buy the rest of us out. How are we supposed to pick and choose who gets Carsy?"

"We've ignored this issue for too long," complained Laurie. "I mean, we've only got a week to figure things out, you know?"

"I got a solution," exclaimed Anna. She took off her cap and brushed out her long, blonde curls as the rest of the girls looked at her expectantly.

"Well," prompted Laurie.

"We play a game for it," said Anna, smiling. "It's called Triple Dog and it's really simple. We sit in a circle and draw cards from a deck, lowest card goes first."

"Goes where," asked Emma, innocently.

"Goes first in the game," said Anna, with some irritation. "The girl with the lowest card does a dare first. She picks one girl to triple dog dare her to do something. We each do a dare and we each issue one dare."

"What if we don't want to do the dare," asked Maria.

"Then the girl that issued the dare has to do it," said Anna. "If she does the dare you refused, you lose. If she doesn't do the dare she made herself, she loses. It's simple."

"Yeah, it's simple to lose," commented Laurie, "but how do we win the game?"

"After we've all had our turn," continued Anna, "we vote on who did their dare the best. You can't vote for yourself or any of the girls that lost, and the girls that lost don't get to vote at all. Girl with the most votes, wins."

"Yeah, but what if we all do the dares and there's three of us with two votes, or six of us with one vote," asked Diane.

"Then the girls that are tied for votes, do a triple dog dare off, only all the girls that didn't lose still vote," explained Anna.

The five girls mulled the rules over for a bit and then slowly agreed, one by one. Carsy's keys were put in the middle and Diane's father's high-tech camera was misappropriated in case of a dare being a solitary thing without witnesses. Anna shuffled the deck and held it out for each girl to take one card off the top. She picked up the last one and they all turned them over at the same time. Anna had a deuce, the lowest by far, and all the other girls laughed at the irony.

"Well," said Diane, laughing, "you suggested this game, you get to demonstrate it!"

Anna ground her teeth in anger for a moment, before she spat out, "Diane, dare me!"

Diane's laughter stilled at the venom in Anna's voice. The curly haired blonde was the smallest of the six of them, but she had a temper that regularly got her into trouble. Still, when she was in a good mood, she could be a charming little ball of fun. Now, she was pissed, and Diane could see that plainly in the firm set of Anna's blowjob lips. Diane smiled a wicked smile. She leaned forward, tucked her short, straight, blonde hair behind an ear, and said, "I dare you to-"

"You have to say triple dog dare," corrected Anna in anger.

Diane smiled even wider. She was going to enjoy taking Carsy away from Anna. "I triple dog dare you," she said, with particular accent on those words, "to go to Brian's party and suck Ray's cock and swallow his cum."

The other four girls gasped in shock. Their eyes darted between the battling blondes in alarm.

"What," barked Anna.

"You heard me," said Diane smugly.

"Dude," exclaimed Maria at Diane. "You can't do that, Ray's your boyfriend!"

"Ex," corrected Diane, without taking her eyes off of Anna's. "We've decided to split up since we're going to different colleges next week. But that doesn't mean that I don't love him. Or that I don't want him to have lots of blowjobs. You have pretty blowjob lips, Anna. Anyone ever tell you that?" Diane giggled, expecting the headstrong little blonde to finally, for once in her short, but rabid existence, back down from a challenge. Anna just sat there, fuming. "If you won't, I will. You know I will."

Diane laughed and Anna snapped. "Alright," she practically yelled, "I'll do it! Let's go! I'm gonna suck you boyfriend's cock so hard, he'll forget you ever existed! I'm gonna draw his cum out of his balls and gargle with it!"

All the girls were absolutely shocked at this turn of events. Diane's mouth hung open. Before any one of them could formulate an attempt to talk some reason into the two blondes, Anna jumped up, grabbed Carsy's keys and her cap and took off.

"You have to have proof," yelled Diane after her. The girls got up and ran after their friend, desperate to stop her. They only had time to pile into Carsy before Anna took off and drove them to Brian's party. She ignored all of their pleas for sanity and checked the camera before opening her door.

"Wait here," she barked and went in.

"No way," chanted Emma, repeatedly. The girls had always talked about boys and sex, but it had always been relegated to just talk. Now, they were doing and showing. It was a new development for them, as a group, since half of them were still virgins. Emma looked over at her two fellow virgins, Taylor and Laurie, and she hoped they would cool things down when it came to their turns.

Maria did her best to comfort Diane who looked genuinely worried that Ray might actually accept a blowjob from Anna. They all knew Anna was dumb and proud enough to shoot a loaded gun in her mouth if someone insinuated she was too chicken to do it. They stayed in the car, listening to the music on the radio for about fifteen minutes, when they saw Anna come out of the house. She got back in the driver's seat and asked Diane, "Wanna know what your Ray had for lunch? I could taste it in his sperm."

"Liar," snarled Diane. The girls tensed, half expecting Anna to claw out Diane's eyes.

Anna merely sneered and held up the camera. She pressed a button and the screen came alive with the footage of her blowing Ray's cock. She laughed as the girls stared at it, wide-eyed. They could all plainly see that it was true. Each girl took the camera in hand to check out the footage. When it was Taylor's turn, she ate it up greedily. On the recording, Anna swept her curls from her face, which was distorted by Ray's cock, her jaw looking like it was dislocated. Her thick, pillowy lips were distended into a thin line around the angry member. Her green eyes smiled at the camera as Ray grunted his release. She lifted her mouth from the cock and held out her tongue, covered in white goo. She swallowed with an evil grin and then panned over to show Ray's face. 

Taylor's heartbeat raced as she ignored the escalating argument in the car and replayed the footage. She was getting so hot, watching Anna act like a wanton. The argument around her silenced, but she ignored it and replayed the footage yet again.

"Enjoying yourself, are you," bellowed Diane in her ear. Taylor flinched and stammered nervously. "Gimme that," ordered Diane.

Anna took the camera from Taylor's unresisting hands and worked the controls until the movie was deleted. "My movie," she said, smugly. "You all saw my triple dog dare done, we don't need it anymore." Diane fumed. "Your turn, Diane."

Diane grabbed the back of Taylor's seat and leaned over to snarl in the tall girl's ear, "Well, are you going to dare me or not?" Taylor just sat there, silently staring at the floor mat. "Look at you, you big oaf!"

"Hey," shouted Maria, "Not cool, Diane!"

Maria reached forward and put her hand on Taylor's shoulder and said, comfortingly, "She doesn't mean it."

"Yes I do," insisted Diane. "Look at her! Six-foot-two and built like a brick shithouse! She's twice the size of any one of us and she's as fierce as a wet kitten!" The girls admonished Diane for her mean comments, but Diane ignored them. "So timid, she couldn't even speak up in class to get the grades she needs for college!" Emma and Maria smacked Diane's shoulders, but she would not let up. "What sort of a dare could you give anyone?! What could you possibly do yourself? You don't even have the guts to play basketball, you're useless! What could a pituitary case of a cowardly mouse like you, ever do?!"

Taylor kept looking down at her folded arms in her lap. The girls were yelling at Diane to apologize. Finally, Taylor whispered, "I dare you..."

The girls shut up and Anna reminded, "Triple dog dare."

"I triple dog dare you to sit in the back seat of my neighbor's parked car for one hour," spoke Taylor, timidly, into her own chin.

Diane howled with laughter. "That's your challenge," she asked, incredulously. "Sitting in a car for an hour?" Diane agreed and Anna drove them to Taylor's house. The ride passed in quiet fuming. Diane pointed at the car and asked Taylor, "Is that it?"

Taylor nodded and Diane climbed out of Carsy in a huff. "I'm gonna be bored over there for an hour," said Diane with annoyance, "so you are too. You're gonna sit here and watch me sitting there for a full hour, or I'm gonna count my dare done the minute you leave for any reason." She closed the door quietly and snuck off across the front yard, opened the rear door and got in the neighbor's car.

Laurie was the first to break the silence as she took Taylor's hand in hers, "You know she doesn't mean any of the things she said, don't you? She's just pissed that she and Ray are going to be apart. She really loves him, you know?" Taylor mutely nodded and then began watching her neighbor's house. "I'm disappointed the car wasn't locked." Laurie smiled as she read the mischievous glint in the tall brunette's eyes. "So, what now? Do we go over there and break one of the windows on the car, so your neighbor calls the cops?"

"Ohhh, yeah," exclaimed Anna in delight. "The cops would come and they'd drag her ass out of the car and she'd be all, like, fighting them off and stuff!" The girls laughed.

"Can you imagine," asked a laughing Maria, "her trying to explain to the cops she has to stay in there on a dare?" The girls laughed some more. 

Laurie noticed Taylor wasn't laughing, but grinning. "What is it, Taylor," she asked. "I can see you got a plan, tell us what it is!"

Taylor blushed and checked the clock on her cell phone. "Give it ten more minutes, then you'll see. It'll be well worth the wait."

The girls settled down and sat back in their seats. The music was playing low and they eagerly awaited to see what sort of revenge their tall, timid friend had in store.

Diane was huffing away in utter boredom in the other car. She checked her cell phone and rolled her eyes at how much time was still left. She ran her hands across the leather seats and sighed. She wanted Carsy. It wasn't truly affordable for her to have a car at college, but Carsy was a part of her. Ray deflowered her on its back seat. Actually, every single time she had sex in her young life was either in the spacious back seat, or on the hood of the car. And all of those times were with Ray. 

They only broke up the other day, and he already got a fucking hummer from a skank. She hated him for moving on so fast. She hated Anna for sucking her Ray's dick. She hated herself for thinking the tiny, blonde ball of insolence would back down for once in her fucking life. She expected to be the one that gives Ray a blowjob and impress the girls so much, they give her the vote and Carsy. Carsy. How could she possibly give him up, after he had cradled her through all of her sexcapades?

She sighed and thought back to some of the crazy stuff she and Ray did on the spacious back seat. Her nipples got erect and she unbuttoned her shirt. Tingles of arousal ran up and down the insides of her forearms. Her thighs rubbed together as she felt herself getting wet. Why shouldn't she masturbate here, in this strange car? She was bored to tears, and the thought of her friends seeing and hearing her jill herself off, made her hope she could still win the vote and Carsy.

She raised her ass and pulled her skirt up over her hips. One hand ran across her tits, tickling the exposed skin there. She felt goose bumps all over her skin. The other hand glided slowly up her inner thigh until it reached her panties. She stroked herself through the fabric, stoking her lust. Images of Ray played on her eyelids every time she closed her eyes. She reached into her bra and pulled a tit out of the cup to caress and gently pinch her nipple. She squirmed and sighed in delight. The memories of Ray's touches were fresh and strong and foremost in her mind. She kept on playing with herself for a while before she decided to go all the way.

She sat up and quickly took off her shirt, tossing it on the front seat. Her bra soon followed it, and then she lowered herself again to pull her soggy panties down her legs until they stopped just above her ankles. She spread her knees and wet her fingers before resuming playing with her nipple. She pretended it was Ray's mouth on it. Her other hand tickled her bush and slowly found its way lower. She smiled to herself when she gently spread her outer labia with two fingers. Her juices coated her fingers as she started to penetrate herself.

She set a fast rhythm and alternated penetrating herself with two fingers up to the second knuckle and pressing them under her clit to make it easier to tickle with her thumb. She kept pinching her nipples and bringing herself closer to orgasm with each pinch. Her whole body flushed and she was so close. Just that little something to push her over the edge.

The girls in Carsy exclaimed in fright and surprise as they saw two figures come out of the neighbor's house and approach the car. "What the hell are they doing," asked Laurie of Taylor, "kissing?" Taylor only gave a small nod and a small, but naughty grin in response.

Diane was so lost in her lust that she failed to spot the approaching couple until they opened the rear door and stuck their heads in. Diane's bright, blue eyes were as big as saucers as she saw them. Her mouth was gaping wide open and she emitted a wail of ecstasy as her fingers buried themselves in her sopping snatch and she quaked through a fierce orgasm. Her eyes shut tight as her skin bloomed in an orgasmic flush. Her muscles locked up and her entire body shuddered in all-consuming ecstasy. When her vision cleared, she was still shuddering in post-orgasmic delight and a middle aged man and woman were sitting on either side of her with the doors closed.

It started to dawn on Diane just what she had done. If these two people called the cops on her, she was so fucking fucked. Her entire future was gone. In her lusty state of mind, her eyes wandered down the chubby, balding man's body to his groin, where his cock was visibly erect in his khakis. Unconsciously, Diane licked her ruby red lips, tasting her lipstick.

"Oh, my goodness," exclaimed Emma, shaking Taylor by the shoulders. "What on Earth is going on, girl!? Talk to us!"

Taylor gave a small shrug and kept staring at the car. "They're trying to rekindle their marriage," she said, meaning the couple that just got in the car. "Every Saturday, for a month now, they get in the back seat and remember their high school days."

"Ay, caramba," exclaimed Maria.

"What are they going to do with her," asked Laurie, but Taylor merely shrugged.

"Well, well, well," said the man to Diane. "What do we have here?"

Diane could think of nothing to say. She blushed even more fiercely and sat there, mute and naked. Her young life did nothing to prepare her for this situation. The air in the car smelled of her pussy.

"I think someone's been watching us and wanted to join in on the fun," said the woman amiably.

"Fucking Taylor," thought Diane to herself, "That fucking bitch must have had this in mind! How the fuck do I get out of this??"

Diane's mouth worked, but no sound came out of it. The woman put her hand on Diane's chin and gently turned her to face her. She leaned in and placed her lips over the breathless teenager's. Diane's moan of protest was soon stifled by the need for air and she sucked in the smell of the woman's perfume. The woman slipped her tongue into Diane's mouth and began exploring. At the same time, her hand explored the smooth skin of Diane's clavicle and shoulder.

Diane felt the man lick one of her breasts and stroke the other one at the same time. He put his lips over her nipple and sucked it in to flick it with his tongue. Diane's next moan was one of pure lust. The couple's hands roamed all over her young, flawless skin. The played her body like a fiddle, with perfect tempo and intensity. Finally, they reached down and lifted one of her thighs each and deposited them in their laps, stretching her between them. The couple let go of Diane to kiss and then they changed positions. He was kissing Diane and she was playing with Diane's firm tits. Diane writhed and moaned. She had never before had two orgasms in a night.

The couple's hands roamed down her tummy to her groin in unison. They explored her spread labia and probed the wetness there. After a few minutes of teasing, each snuck two fingers into Diane. She screamed as her most sensitive flesh was being stretched wide. Diane fought with all her might to stay sane in the wake of such an onslaught at her pussy. The fingers pumped in and out, one pair was going in as the other was going out. Diane came, screaming, "Fuck!" at the top of her voice. The couple let her enjoy her orgasm before resuming the motion of their fingers, only now they penetrated her in tandem. "Fuck," bellowed Diane as she came again in under a minute.

The couple withdrew their fingers from her dripping pussy and kissed each side of the blonde's face. They smoothed back her jaw length, straight, blonde hair with love and care. Diane relaxed in their arms. The woman kissed her again, and Diane gave in to the kiss. She felt the car rock a bit, but didn't care as her tongue wrestled with the woman's. The man then started to drag Diane's hips into his lap. Diane broke the kiss and saw that the man had pulled down his pants and underwear and sat with his cock sticking straight up in the air. He was smaller than Ray and Diane found herself unable to resist being dragged atop the thing.


Triple Dog Ch. 02



Anna was walking down the street and flapping the bottom of her ratty wifebeater to try and cool down some. Summer was definitely back in town. Even wearing cutoff jeans and a thong under them, she was still sweating like a pig. "Fucking Carlos," she muttered to herself. 

He had let her crash at his place after she got evicted, but she had to let him hump her and all she got for breakfast this morning was a cold pop tart. Her stomach was growling as she eyed the people walking down the shady side of the street. They were too lightly dressed for her to pick their pockets. With only four bucks worth of coins in her pocket, she needed some serious cash and she needed it fast. She was eyeing the cars, looking for one to steal, when she stopped dead in her tracks.

A familiar green station wagon was parked in front of a coffee shop on the other side of the street. She ran to it, noting the out of state license plates, and looked inside. It was definitely Carsy, which meant Emma was close by. With what Anna knew of the bitch, she could squeeze a couple of hundred bucks out of her. She entered the cafe and scanned the faces of the patrons, looking for the gorgeous brunette that she made strip a year ago. Soon, she spotted Maria Lopez and Diane Novak, two other, former, close friends of hers, sitting at a booth table with and old lady.

"Well, well, well," said Anna, walking up to their table, "look what the cat dragged in." Maria and Diane had astonished looks on their faces for a mere moment, before looking sheepish. "You go off to college, you don't call, you don't write. This past year, I thought you dead!"

"I'm so, so sorry, Anna," said Maria, contritely.

"Yeah," piped in Diane. "Please, join us!" She gestured at the empty seat, next to the granny.

"Oh, no, no," Anna waved off their offer, "I wouldn't dream of butting in on your quality time with grandma. I'm just looking for Emma."

"You found her," said the grandma, laughing.

Anna turned to look at the white-haired creature, that just spoke, and jumped back in surprise. Beneath the shoulder-length, pristinely white hair, sat a face of pale, flawless, young skin. It was dominated by blood red lips, spread into a smile. Atop a triangular nose, giant, warm, brown eyes regarded Anna with mirth.

"Emma," questioned Anna in shock. "What the fuck happened to you!? When did you go gray?!"

Emma softly snorted a laugh before replying, "I didn't go gray, I dyed my hair white. Do you like it?"

Anna thought it made Emma look like a fairy tale creature, but she wasn't going to say so. "No," she said unconvincingly, "you look like a granny."

The three seated girls giggled. "Nonsense," said Diane, dismissively, "she looks like Anne Hathaway in that Alice in Wonderland movie."

"Yeah," seconded Maria, "but with bigger tits!"

Slowly, Anna slid into the seat next to Emma. "When did you get back into town," she asked.

"Two weeks ago, when I was done with my finals," said Maria.

"Two weeks, and you don't drop a line," asked Anna. Maria looked guilty and Diane as well. "Shame on you, treating a friend like that!"

"Hey," said Emma, "don't look at me, I drove home, all the way from Massachusetts. I just got into town last night. Besides, none of us changed our emails, or facebook accounts, how come you didn't write to us?"

Anna glared at Emma for a moment. What was she supposed to write? Dear friends that are away at college, I've been kicked out of my parents' house and now I sneak into people's homes and steal shit to pawn for money for food and rent, and I'm not even very good at it? Her stomach growled and she dropped her scowl. "Good point." She pointed at the girls sitting opposite her, "I'm still pissed off at the two of you. However, if you buy me some coffee and a really big heap of donuts, I might just forgive you. Maybe."

Maria and Diane went to the counter and got Anna a big latte and a dozen donuts for the table. The girls watched Anna devour all the donuts with expressions of uneasy amusement. When she was done, Anna took a sip of her coffee and then belched. "That's the Anna we know and love," said Emma, provoking Maria and Diane into laughter.

Anna was considering which girl should she spill her hot coffee on, when Diane asked, "Where's Taylor? I haven't heard from her either."

"Where is Taylor," asked Anna exaggeratedly. "Better ask, what is Taylor, nowadays!"

"What do you mean," asked Emma.

"Taylor did a complete three-sixty from when you last saw her," said Anna.

As she took a breath, Maria corrected her, "You mean a one-eighty. Three-sixty is a complete circle," Maria slowly trailed off under the heat of Anna's glare, "brings you back... where you were..."

"Anyway," continued Anna angrily, "Taylor got hijacked by the pod people or whatever. She's not the girl that just rolled over and let Emma take Carsy last summer. Not anymore. She's quite the opposite. Oh, and see here," Anna leaned forward and pointed at the middle of her nose, "this is where she broke my nose, like, a month or so after you guys left. I haven't seen, or heard of her since."

"Bullshit," exclaimed Emma.

"Yeah," agreed Diane, "There's no way Taylor would ever hit anyone, not even you."

"Not even me," growled Anna, questioningly.

Diane stayed cool as she clarified her previous statement, "I meant, especially not you."

"Fuck you," spat Anna. She had her fill of food, but she still needed some cash. She looked over the girls and decided it wasn't the time, or the place, to put the heat on Emma. She also decided she would never stoop so low as to beg cash off of Diane or Maria. She stood up and said, "Well, nice seein' ya!" She turned to leave.

"Hey, wait," Maria said. "Let's get together tomorrow night and have some fun. You know, for old times' sake!" Emma and Diane nodded. Anna had nothing better to do, so she agreed to a time and place to meet.

After Anna walked out of the coffee shop, Emma picked up her cellphone and dialed Taylor's number. "Holy crap, guys," she exclaimed, "Taylor's number is disconnected." She dialed the number for Taylor's house. Diane and Maria sipped their coffees as Emma rolled her eyes and patiently waded through Taylor's grandmother's ramblings to get her new number. After a few minutes, she began making interested inquiries. Maria and Diane patiently waited for Emma to finish the call and explain the odd questions she was asking. "Mrs. Sourkis says that Taylor moved out last November and that she moved to Bainbridge Depot."

Diane let out a low whistle, even as Maria's jaw fell. Bainbridge Depot was the seaside resort for the rich that was less than half an hour's drive away from their town. "What the fuck is she doing there," asked Diane.

"Apparently, she got a job there," answered Emma.

"I can't believe she left her grandma to live alone," whispered a stunned Maria. "I mean, the woman not only raised Taylor, she is literally all the family she's got in this world. I can't believe Taylor would leave her all alone."

"Apparently, she didn't," said Emma. "She got her a nurse to call on her every day. She calls every day and visits a couple of times a week."

"What job does Taylor have, that she can afford a nurse," asked Diane. The girls shrugged. They wished they knew.

Emma dialed Taylor's new number, then hung up. "Voicemail. Let's go over to her house and surprise her!" The other girls agreed, but were dismayed when they couldn't find an address to go with the number. "Her number's unlisted. Fuck it, I'll leave her a voicemail."

"No, wait," said Diane, smiling, "Give me five minutes." She got up and left the shop to make a phone call on the sidewalk. When she got back in, she sat down and smiled. "I really want to surprise her too."

"Yeah, but we don't have her address," said Maria. "Besides, it's surprise enough when we call her out of the blue after almost a year. Let me have her new number!" Just as she finished typing it into her phone, Diane's phone chirped of a received text message.

"Well," said Diane, reading her text, "if we want to surprise Taylor, we can. I've got her new home address."

"How," asked a surprised Maria.

"Never mind that," said Diane and smiled mysteriously. "Are we going or not?"

The girls piled into Carsy, put the address into Diane's smartphone and followed the satnav directions to an apartment complex. After Emma parked in a designated visitor's parking, they took the chance to admire the place. It was definitely a high-end residence. They quickly found Taylor's door and knocked. Their jaws dropped when Taylor answered the door.

Taylor smiled broadly and hugged each girl in turn. "Hey you guys," she greeted, "I've missed you so! When did you get back into town?" The girls barely managed to get their answers in, they were so stunned at Taylor's change in behavior. There appeared to be no timidity left in the tall girl. "Oh, you guys, I wish we could hang, but I gotta go to work, right now! Can I give you my new number? Call me and we'll get together, go over the good old days!"

Diane got her wits about her and said, "We're meeting with Anna tomorrow night, we'll make it a reunion, if you come too."

"Excellent," responded Taylor with enthusiasm. She got the time and place, before inquiring, "Laurie will be there too, right?"

"No," said Emma, "Her dad moved to be with her. They don't live here anymore." Unseen by any of the girls, Maria's brow drew down at the news.

"Yeah, but they're both in town this week," said Taylor. "Give her a call, get her to come. Now, I really must dash, like, right away." Taylor gave them each a kiss on the cheek and closed and locked her door, before walking to the sidewalk and whistling loudly. She waved at a taxi and imperiously pointed to the street before her. The taxi obediently rolled to a stop right where she pointed and she waved at the girls one more time, before getting in the cab and driving off.

The girls looked after the cab for a minute in stunned silence. Finally, Diane spoke, "The fuck was that?"

"Yeah," said Emma.

"She was wearing makeup," exclaimed Maria.

"Yeah," said Emma.

"And she was making eye contact the whole time," said Diane.

"Yeah," said Emma.

"And the clothes," inquired Maria.

"Women's clothes," commented Diane. None of the girls could ever remember Taylor in anything but shapeless, men's wear. "And she had makeup on!"

"And her hair," Emma chimed in, "I've never seen it combed before, let alone looking like that! She looks like she went to a salon to get it done, and done well."

"Yep," said Diane nodding, "that settles it. Anna was right, Taylor was taken by the pod people." The girls burst in laughter and climbed into Carsy. A visit to the McArdle residence was just what the doctor ordered. Mr.McArdle answered the door and bid the girls enter. They found Laurie in the upstairs den and exchanged perfunctory greetings. Both Laurie and Maria looked downcast. Diane, Emma and Laurie's father chatted a bit, but soon ran out of topics. 

Diane invited Laurie to their informal reunion the next evening and Laurie started to hem and haw, but was interrupted by her father. "Nonsense, Laurie," he gently reproached, "I didn't bring you with me so you could sit here and be bored to tears while I'm away at meetings. I brought you here, this week, precisely so you could see your old girlfriends." He gave Maria a big, knowing smile and she looked down, red-faced.

Laurie looked at Maria for a few seconds before saying, "Alright. I'll see you all tomorrow night."

The evening sun was painting the sky red when the girls met up. They exchanged pleasantries, for a few minutes, before Taylor invited them all back to her place for beer and scotch. The girls happily agreed to free booze and piled into Emma's car.

"This is just like old times," exclaimed Emma happily. All the girls looked pensive as they thought back to the last night they were all together. The ride was quiet, but when Taylor let them into her house, the girls couldn't suppress their admiration. Her apartment was huge, two-storied, and tastefully appointed. Taylor accepted the compliments gracefully and poured shots for all the girls. After a brief tour, they all sat down in the spacious living room and began to pepper Taylor with questions, while sipping on their beers.

The girls all marveled at the positive changes in Taylor's personality and guessed that she had a boyfriend. Taylor smiled at their inept and laughable attempts to deduce his identity. She insisted she was single, but the girls refused to believe her. Taylor merely said she got a job and that it was explained to her just how much appearances mattered. The questions piled on and Taylor started to feel a bit self-conscious under the onslaught. Several shots of scotch later, she stood up, wobbled, and exclaimed, "That's enough, you little missessessess... es Gestapo! I invite you in my home and you give me the third degree? Not cool!"

"Alright, alright," conceded Laurie, "Just tell us what is this job you have."

"I work at this agency that, um, finds positions for young, talented people," Taylor giggled at her double entendre.

"Like a job center," asked Diane.

"Yes, exactly," confirmed Taylor, "Only much more, erm, selective, and stuff."

Taylor steadfastly refused to answer any more questions, but she did drop the name of the agency she was working for. At the mention of the name, Diane's mouth opened and her eyes bugged out. She quickly recovered, but not before Anna noticed her reaction.

Diane had gone to take a leak and, exiting the bathroom, she found herself face to face with Anna. "You know something," said Anna, pushing Diane back into the bathroom and locking them in.

"What," asked Diane.

"Something about Taylor's agency," clarified Anna. "Don't deny it, I saw it plain as day, all over your face. Now spill!" Diane hesitated talking about it, so Anna stepped into her personal space and said, "If you don't tell me, and tell me true, I'm gonna give you a swirly. Right fucking now!"

Diane caved at the fire in the tiny blonde's eyes and held her hands up in surrender. "Ok, ok," she said, appeasingly, "I'll talk! Look, the agency she works for? Escort service! As in, a front for high-priced prostitutes. Don't ask me how I know!"

"How do you know," asked Anna.

"I said don't ask," repeated Diane.

"I said swirly," Anna mimicked her tone of voice.

"Look," Diane considered her words carefully, "I volunteered at a state congressman's office this spring and I, like, just heard about it. Ok? That's all!"

Anna regarded her friend with suspicion, but soon realized there was no way Diane was a high class call girl. Taylor, on the other hand... Anna fumed at how haughty the bitch was acting. She even dared to break her nose when she was homeless and tried to move in with her grandmother. She was so angry, she hardly noticed Diane slipping past her to rejoin the others in the living room. She stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes and thought of how best to exploit this little tidbit of information, when she realized Diane was in a position to do so first. She dashed back and plopped down on her seat with a shit-eating grin on her face.

Anna quickly picked up the thread of the conversation and steered it back to the last night they spent together. She revealed Emma had fucked the whole staff of the Tittie Licker and the white-haired girl turned red as a beet. In response to the girls' outrage at the gangbang, she pointed out that Diane had a threeway, and that Laurie had sex with a friend of her father's in a sex-shop. Diane and Laurie defended their actions angrily. Laurie let slip Maria had sex with her father, and that shut everyone up.

"Yeah, he told me," said Laurie, glaring at Maria.

Anna laughed, "What a bunch of sluts!"

"Hey," shouted Diane, "You started it, and you blew Ray like a fucking skank!"

"Actually, Diane," Emma interjected, "You started the whole ball rolling that night. You dared Anna to suck Ray and you pissed off Taylor enough to send you to that car." Diane looked like she had been slapped. "We were all game for what happened that night, but I think we all had a much, much tamer and PG-13 game in mind, before you blew the lid off."

"You're one to speak, slut," jabbed Anna. Recriminations started flying to and fro, and the girls were starting to insult one another in earnest. The argument was escalating past what Taylor was comfortable with, particularly as Maria kept using her as an example of chastity and restraint.

"Even I got fucked that night," she shouted during a lull in the bickering. The girls all shut up and turned to look at her. "A pair of pimps stopped me that night on Cedar and deflowered me on the hood of their car." All the girls looked aghast at what she said, but Maria looked positively suicidal.

"And not only that," Ann spoke up with glee, "but this job, that so transformed our timid, little Taylor into such a hot and refined piece of ass, is an escort job." Despite Anna's inept phrasing, all the girls cottoned on to her meaning.

Taylor met their reproachful gazes with an even one of her own. Eventually, she shrugged into the stunned silence and said, "It's a good job and I love it."

Anna sat back with an evil grin, and the rest of the girls started pestering Taylor to say it isn't so. Then they tried to get Taylor to realize she didn't have to do that. Taylor pointed out that she understood that, but that she enjoyed her work. The girls only redoubled their efforts and kept talking at Taylor. She was starting to get a headache.

"How can you possibly," here Emma paused to emphasize her incredulity, "enjoy those men pawing at you?!"

Taylor rolled her eyes. The one thing that always angered her was hypocrisy. "How can you," she shot back, giving Emma pause. "Oh, yeah, I know you're a stripper. I once accompanied a client to your club. The Avalon, was it? It was nice to see you've kept your stage name, Emmanuelle."

Emma once again turned beet red. Anna cackled in delight. Emma shot her a look and then set her jaw and looked Taylor over. "Hey," she retorted, "I only dance to turn those guys on. I don't let any of them touch me in any way. After I'm done with them, they go home to their wives to get their fuck on!"

The girls looked at her in mute shock, only Anna's guffawing was heard. Maria nodded and resumed her hounding of Taylor. "How are you not ashamed," she asked, "of sleeping with married men?"

"I don't know," said Taylor, "You tell me, Maria." 

Maria's righteous rage floundered somewhat, and she looked uncertain, for a moment. "I don't know what you mean," she said, unconvincingly.

"Oh, yes you do," snorted Taylor, "Or you should know. What with fucking your college professor who also happens to be married. And a parent! Is his oldest child our age, yet?"

Maria looked down and shut up. Anna laughed even harder. "How do you know that," whispered Maria.

Taylor shrugged and nonchalantly said, "The same way I know about Diane fucking a married man as well."

Diane inhaled sharply and looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Anna paused her howling to ask, "Is it the state congressman?" When Diane's blush turned to white-faced dread, Anna resumed her laughter.

"How," asked Diane, breathlessly, "How did... how do you...?"

Taylor shrugged with an easy smile. Laurie shook her head in disgust. She always detested the women that preyed on married men, and here she used to be friends with two of them. She shook her head and spoke, "So many single boys and men, and you go for the married ones. You sicken me. Both of you."

"We sicken you," asked Maria in anger. "At least we don't fuck our own fathers!"

Laurie was shocked. How could Maria have known about that? A long silence descended on the whole group, as they looked upon Laurie with pity.




Triple Dog Ch. 02



Emma smacked Maria's upper arm. "What the hell is wrong with you," she asked angrily. "Children don't sleep with their parents, they get raped by them! And how long have you known about this? And why didn't you call the police, or tell any of us?"

Maria's mouth opened and closed as she floundered for things to say in her shame. Taylor got up and sat next to Laurie on the sofa. She gave her a hug and said, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Guys, it isn't like that," protested Laurie.

"Shhh, don't defend him," said Taylor, in a soothing tone of voice.

"No, no, seriously you guys," continued Laurie, "I was adopted! When I was eleven! Steven isn't my real father, ok? We started to have sex a few days after I first drove Carsy."

"But he raised you," protested Diane.

"No," countered Laurie, "my mom and dad raised me, and Steve just stepped in and finished the job. I always thought of him as Steve and I spent most of my years with him daydreaming of marrying him one day. Seriously, you guys, it's not incest!" The girls expressed disbelief, but Laurie insisted the topic be changed. 

Anna wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes. The night was turning out to be too good to be true. All those stuck up bitches, with their perfect hairs and bright futures, were scum. It was the best therapy for her recent homelessness. She sat up and listened to her five former friends bicker and argue. As she did so, an idea formed in her head. She slowly nodded to herself and stood up. "Hey, hey, hey" she shouted and got their attention. "I've got an idea."

"It seems to me," said Laurie, "it was your bright idea a year ago that got us all in this predicament."

"And it'll be my idea that gets you out of it," declared Anna. "Well, five of us, anyway. Here's my idea. We play another game of triple dog," the girls groaned, "wait a minute! Wait! Hear me out! We record our sins on one, single tape, complete with details that prove things and can be checked, and then we play for that tape. The girl that wins, has leverage over all the others and can make them change their ways. What do you say?"

"And what do you have to confess," asked Emma.

"Oh, our little Anna here," laughed Taylor, "is a world class burglar. Aren't you?" Anna glared daggers at Taylor, but was content to merely nod and acknowledge her words.

"You break into people's homes," asked Diane in disbelief. "How do we know?"

"The same way we know who Maria and you fuck," answered Taylor. "My agency has contacts everywhere. And if it doesn't, I do. Just ask Emma. As for Anna being a burglar, I figured it out after she tried to rob my grandma. I had her followed."

"Anna," Emma addressed her, "Why do you do that?"

"Cause the alternative is working for The Man," sighed Anna. "Give me a tape, and I'll make a full confession, naming my fences and with details of the stuff I stole... It'll be enough to put me away for years and turn me out forever. What do you say, girls, you get a chance to force me to walk the straight and narrow, but you have to risk being forced to clean up your own acts as well."

The girls looked around in silence and finally agreed, one by one. "Oh, and Carsy goes back into the pot," said Anna and all the girls, save Emma, readily agreed. 

Emma tossed the keys on the table and huffed out a, "Fine. Who keeps the tape?"

Taylor brought forth a lockbox with an electronic lock. She put in her code and opened and emptied it of her valuables. "We can program a new code into this strongbox, up to twenty digits" she said. "Each of us can enter three digits of the code, so the box can't be opened without everyone's consent. The code can't be changed, once it's set, except after you enter it. And we will open the box after we've played the game, but before we vote, ok?" The girls agreed. The girls looked away as each entered her part of the code in the box and then they entered it again to open the box. They made their confession tape and put it inside the box and shut it firmly. While Anna shuffled a deck of cards, Taylor showed everyone how to operate the button camera on her clutch purse.

"Wow," exclaimed Emma, "You're like James Bond!"

Taylor smiled. "I'm a woman of the world now," she said before asking, "Did you know I spent two weeks in the Canadian arctic circle this spring? I've even been to Europe."

"Alrighty, then," interrupted Anna. Taylor was a pretentious whore and she could barely restrain herself from punching her right now. She held the deck out for each girl to take one card off the top. They turned them over and Maria held the lowest card. "Maria, pick one of us to triple dog dare you. Damn, it's been, like, forever now, since I've last played this game!"

"Shit," thought Maria to herself as she scanned the faces of her friends. She had to play this stupid game and get that tape, or Joseph's life would be ruined forever. He would be divorced, separated from his kids, who would probably hate him for sleeping with her, and his career would be over. She steeled her will and gazed at the other players again. She waved off their demands that she hurry up. She looked over Laurie, who was holding up her cell phone and texting her dad that she would come home very late this night. Finally, Maria said, "Laurie, dare me." She hoped the dare would once again involve sex with Laurie's dad.

Laurie's jaw dropped when the latina whore chose her. The bitch fucked her dad, nearly ruining their relationship, and now she picked her, again? "There's a screw loose inside her head," she thought to herself. She had avenged herself on her dad and they've since reconciled, in a big way, but Maria deserved her licks too. She stood up straight, looked Maria in the eye, and said, "Maria, I triple dog dare you to go to the adult bookstore on Euclid and get fucked by a man in the changing rooms, for as long as he likes and in whichever way he wants."

Maria was stunned by Laurie's words. The other girls jeered and made catty, hissing noises, but all she could say was, "Que?"

"You heard me," said Laurie with a voice that did not betray her anger. "You saw me do it last year, so you know I'll do it again." Laurie revelled in the panicky expression on Maria's face. "Come on, puta," she taunted, "time to get fucked!"

Maria nodded yes in shock and they all left Taylor's house to go to the sex shop. The drive over was filled with drunken innuendo and jeering. The girls followed Maria inside and giggled at her panic as she surveyed the shady men in the shop. Laurie peeled off from the group and had a chat with the sales clerk. Maria was looking around in a panic and finally picked the one man that was wearing a suit. The girls couldn't overhear what she was saying to the man, but her body language was pleading. The man shook his head a few times and tried to wave Maria off, but she kept at it. Finally, he turned and all but ran out of the shop. The girls, rejoined by Laurie, laughed out loud at Maria's failure to get a man to fuck her. They put their thumbs and forefingers into Ls over their foreheads and Maria's jaw tightened in spite.

Maria was not going to lose this game, nor was she just going to take their mocking. If she had to turn to one of the unwashed men, than so be it. As she tried to make her selection, she spotted a young, pimple-faced boy in the DVD section. She looked him over and reproached herself for thinking of him as a boy. He was older than her, he just seemed a boy in comparison to Joseph. She strode over to him.

The girls again couldn't quite make out what Maria was whispering to the man, but they could tell she was flirting a bit. She obviously realized a blunt offer of sex was not the best way to get a man to fuck her. They inhaled as one when she took him by the hand and led him, unresisting, into a changing booth.

"Okay," said Diane, "How do we know they'll actually do anything sexual in there?"

As if in response to her question, the sales clerk walked past them and said, "If you'll follow me, ladies?" He led them to a door next to the booths and they shuffled in behind him. After he closed the door, they were in pitch blackness for a second. Then he opened a curtain. The girls gasped as one when they saw, through the floor to ceiling window, into Maria's booth. Their eyes were peeled as they watched their friend, topless by now, get her breasts mauled and licked by the man with her.

The sales clerk flicked a switch and Maria's voice came on a loudspeaker. Her face sported an uncomfortable expression, but she still spoke, "Yeah, that's it. Right there. Like that." The man kissed his way up her throat and planted a big, sloppy kiss on her lips. His hands kept mauling her tits and Maria squirmed. The man's hands pulled away from her tits and he undid his zipper. He pulled out his hard cock.

"Go on," he huffed at Maria, nodding downwards.

Maria swallowed and reluctantly knelt before him. She circled his hot shaft with her hand and hesitated, a bit, before placing her lips over the head of his cock. The girls could see her cheeks hollowing as she swept her lips down his shaft, past his rolled up foreskin. She removed her hand from his cock and began bobbing her head up and down his shaft. The man groaned and threw his head back. Soon, he twined his fingers into her hair and began to slam his cock deep into her mouth. Maria moaned a protest that was quickly cut off by her gag reflex. The man kept pushing more and more of his meat into Maria's face and her arms pushing away at his thighs had no effect. Her whole body was convulsing as she tried to get her head off of his cock. She soon found the back of her head pinned against the wall. The man pushed his cock further into Maria's face and held it there. Maria's face was wrinkled in a grimace of disgust and misery.

The girls watched raptly as Maria's whole torso kept clenching rhythmically. "Shou... Should..." stammered Emma, "Shouldn't we go in and help her?" She got no response.

The man pulled out a bit and the girls could hear Maria's agonized drawing of breath. After the man pushed back in, Maria's whole body clenched and her mouth opened wide. A second thrust of the man elicited a gush of vomit to seep out of Maria's lips. The man pulled out and sneered, "Yeah, bitch! That's it!" Maria coughed and retched, desperately trying to gulp some air, when he slammed his cock into her face again. The girls could tell that Maria was desperately trying to stop herself from vomiting again. As the man thrust into her for a third time, her head threw back and vomit spurted forth, past his erection, to coat his balls and drip down her chin. 

"She's like a fucking geyser," exclaimed Anna in glee. She missed seeing the other girls give her a reproachful stare in the darkness. She did see Laurie's glad grin, though.

Maria seemed to sag in defeat and passively accepted the man slamming his meat down her throat. She let him violate her face in exchange for a second's pause to breathe every dozen thrusts. She realized that as long as she didn't waste energy fighting him off, she was safe from passing out. After a few more minutes of brutal ramming, he slammed all the way down her throat and held there. His cock started to twitch as he shot his load directly down her gullet and Maria's vomit rose yet again. 

The girls made soft exclamations of dismay as Maria vomited, exorcist style, all around the man's erection. He pulled out, his dick spurting across Maria's eyelids, and Maria heaved out some more puke that splattered all over the floor. Maria started to cough and retch in earnest and she turned away from the man, facing the mirror and the girls beyond. They could see now that she had vomit dripping out of her nose.

Emma was horrified by the violence of the rutting before her. However, Anna's cackle snapped her out of her stupor and she looked around at her friends. Laurie had a gleeful grin and Taylor looked envious. Diane looked like she was trying to suppress her own puking. The clerk was groping his crotch with a leering grin. Emma took a deep breath to calm herself down and returned her attention to the booth. Maria was practically senseless as she heaved and coughed. The man behind her sported an evil grin as he used a wet wipe to clean her puke off of his cock and balls. When he was finished, he rolled a condom down his shaft. Maria made no effort to stop him as he bent down and undid her skirt. He swept it down her hips and her panties soon followed.

"Here comes the main course," whispered Anna with delight.

The man knelt behind her, heedless of the pool of vomit and took his still hard cock in hand to aim at Maria's defenseless ass. Maria's eyes shot wide open and she inhaled sharply as he plunged into her depths. The head of his cock was pressed against her sphincter and her lungs burned for air. As she coughed, his cock split her back passage open. She tried to get away from the hot meat at the entrance to her bowels, but she was sandwiched between the man she thought a safe choice for a quick, dirty fuck in the booth, and the unyielding, cold glass of the mirror. Shallow little coughs didn't help her breathing at all, so she closed her eyes and resumed her coughing and retching.

The girls watched mutely as Maria's whole body, from the knees up, was pressed flat against the glass. Her face was a rictus of pain and misery. They could now see that his cock, between her spread knees, was not aiming for her pussy. With each body clenching cough from Maria, his cock was inching its way into her bowels. None of the girls found his smug grin to be anything other than evil.

When Maria finally cleared her throat and resumed normal breathing, she opened her eyes and saw the man's evil grin in the mirror. The burning agony of his cock in her ass was soul-rending. Hot tears slid down her cheeks as the man gave her a nod and then began pulling out of her ass. Maria grimaced and winced repeatedly as he started to thrust in and out of her in a gathering rhythm. His hands embraced her body and one slid down to her pussy to tickle her outer lips. The other separated her mashed tits from the mirror and enveloped them to pinch one of her nipples, and rub his forearm across the other one.

The tenderness of his touch, compared to the recent brutality, snapped Maria out of her misery. She found herself becoming aroused and she shuddered as her pussy lips easily parted for his probing finger. He plunged his digit deep into her front and found her to be wet. He spread her juices all over her outer lips and slid his middle finger lower to tickle her taint and touch his own balls. Maria gasped and exclaimed in fright as he licked her ear and began nibbling on her lobe. His finger penetrated her pussy again and he began rubbing three of them inside her, looking for her g-spot. His thumb pulled back her hood and started to lightly tap on her clit. Despite her shame, Maria came in a matter of minutes.

The girls exclaimed in delight as they watched a red flush spread across Maria's naked skin. Her limbs flailed and pounded against the glass.

As soon as Maria's orgasm ended, he pulled his hands from her pussy and tits and grabbed her hips. He pressed her harder against the glass and began pounding in earnest. Maria let out a long, high pitched whine as the mirror threatened to shatter from the force of the fucking. Finally, he slammed all the way into her bowels and held there. His whole body clenched with each spurt of his seed, and the mirror loudly reported on those. When he was done, he grabbed the base of his cock and pulled himself out, careful to not let the condom slide off his softening shaft.

They stayed like that, leaning against the mirror and catching their breaths for a few minutes. He pulled back, and away from her, and she turned to look as she heard rustling. He was pulling out a fresh condom and rolling it down his regained erection. Maria watched him, uncomprehending in her exhaustion, until he reached out and grabbed her hips. "Oh," she exclaimed, still short on breath, "No! Please don't! I, I can't! I hurt! My ass hurts!"

The man shushed her and murmured, "Hush, girl, this is going into your pussy." With that, he lined himself up with her center and began to pull her hips back to impale her on his shaft. Maria reminded herself that she wasn't allowed to resist him in this booth and so she let him impale her. He started to slam in and out of her without much preamble. Maria's pussy was fully engorged and very sensitive and she yelped with each quick, but deep, thrust. After a few minutes of being humped in perfect rhythm, she came with an inarticulate cry. 

The girls watched in slackjawed awe as Maria's whole face and body flushed a deep red color. Her hanging tits jiggled like jelly from her orgasmic contractions. The man behind her sported a leering look of entitled satisfaction and nodded at the mirror. Diane asked the clerk, "Can he see us? Does he know we're here?"

"No, he can't see us," responded the clerk in an absentminded whisper, "But, he's a regular, so he knows there's an audience here. Does your friend know?"

"No, she doesn't," said Laurie, her eyes fixed on Maria's that were screwed shut in ecstasy.

He kept thrusting through her orgasm, forcing her clutching cunt into submission. Soon, Maria climaxed again, and a third time. The clenching of her pussy, and the girl's total submission, were too much, even for his latex coated and recently spent dick, so he came again and spent the dregs of his balls into the condom. He gripped the base of his rapidly softening shaft and pulled out of her bruised pussy.

Maria rolled over, mindful of the puddle of her vomit on the floor, and sat up in the corner, completely exhausted. The man put his limp dick back in his pants and zipped up. He stood up and preened himself for a few minutes, before bowing to his reflection in the mirror and then leaving the booth. Maria mused incredulously on his audacity to ignore her after sharing such an intimate time with her. "Men are such inhuman pigs," she thought. She counted herself lucky to have Joseph in her life and steeled her resolve. This sacrifice of hers better turn out to be enough to get her that tape. She stood up on shaky legs and got dressed. The hem of her skirt was soaked in her vomit and she tried her best to clean it up. After a few minutes, she gave up and left the booth.

The girls were outside, sitting in Carsy and enjoying its air conditioning. Maria rejoined them, only to be greeted by Anna's scream of, "You lost!"

"What the fuck are you on about, blondie," asked a pissed off Maria.

"You said no to the guy after he made you cum for the first time," pointed Anna out.

Before Maria could grab the little blonde's head and bash it open on the dashboard, Laurie spoke up, "No, she didn't. He was going to fuck her pussy anyways."

"No," insisted Anna, "After she begged him not to, he changed aim and went for her snatch."

"If he wasn't going to fuck her snatch anyway," corrected Laurie, "he wouldn't have changed condoms. Maria did her dare, fair and square. Am I right girls?" All the girls agreed and Anna crossed her arms and huffed. Maria suddenly realized that they all must have sen her fucking in there. She dared not even voice the question if another incriminating tape of her was just made.

Finally, Anna conceded, "Fine. But now, it's your turn, Laurie. Let's keep this ball rolling nicely along, shall we? Pick someone to triple dog dare you!"

Laurie had been thinking of who to pick since the man left the booth and she reviewed her meager options again. Taylor, the disturbed and disturbing prostitute, was right out. Anna, the rabid little fun ball, also right out. Emma had always been a nice girl, but Laurie didn't really believe the girl was just a stripper, so she discounted her too. Diane was in a relationship with an older man, just like Laurie, so Laurie picked her, saying, "Diane, dare me."




Triple Dog Ch. 02



Diane took a deep breath and let it slowly out. "I'm sorry, Laurie," said Diane.

Laurie's brow drew down as she asked, "What are you sorry for?"

Diane made a face and began a reluctant speech, "Well, you guys all know I'm, uh, fucking a married man, and all... What you don't know is that I still kinda-sorta love Ray." The girls rolled their eyes and groaned. "He was my first," she exclaimed defensively. "Anyway, he's seeing that rotten bitch Rhonda Graham, and I will not stand for it. That cunt has to get her hands off my Ray, for his good and the good of all mankind. Laurie, I triple dog dare you to go to Brian's party and seduce Ray and get him to fuck you on film so we can show it to Rhonda and set Ray free from her horrible clutches!"

The car was quiet for a few seconds, and then Laurie asked, "You think the best way to get your old boyfriend back is to get him laid by someone else?!"

"I don't want Ray back," corrected Diane, "not now, at least. But I want him free from the clutches of that thundercunt Graham! Now, either break them up with your pussy, or I'll do it myself and have a great time doing it!"

"Ok," exclaimed Laurie. "Ok, I'll do it! Sheesh!" She turned the engine over and drove them to Brian's house.

When they parked, Emma remarked, "Every time Ray comes to this house, he gets a happy from one of us. I'm thinking he might drop out of college and move in with Brian!" None of the girls so much as grinned at her attempt at humor. They all piled out of Carsy and entered the party. Diane already knew Rhonda was elsewhere that night. It took them a few minutes to find Ray in the downstairs lounge, dancing with some girl. Laurie quickly joined the dance and caught Ray's attentions. He was a bit tipsy, but he still held back and kept his hands decent, even when Laurie snuggled very close to him to dance a slow dance.

After the music went back to loud, club stuff, Ray excused himself from her and went to the kitchen to get another beer. "Have you failed," Anna shouted the question in Laurie's ear. Laurie coolly shook her head no, took Taylor's clutch purse, and went outside on the patio. She took out her cell phone and the girls watched as she stood by the back door to the kitchen and apparently talked to someone on the phone. Taylor suddenly shouted that she needed to go to the bathroom and excused herself from the group. Anna watched her leave and then shouted that she was going over to say hi to someone. Diane watched Laurie standing outside and holding her phone to her ear and tapped her foot impatiently. Ray was one door away from her, and has been for minutes, now. What was she waiting for?

Maria sat down on the couch and hugged her arms to her sides. Emma sat next to her and rubbed her shoulder. "Are you ok," she shouted over the music. Maria nodded yes. The girls looked up as they heard Diane shout in joy, even over the music. They followed her gaze outside and watched as Ray tried to dry Laurie's clothes with a napkin. It looked to them like he had bumped into her and spilled his beer down her front. Laurie squeezed through the patio door and stalked into the guest bathroom, Ray following her contritely. Diane jumped up and down and clapped her hands enthusiastically. Taylor rejoined them and asked what was up. The girls told her, and then had to repeat themselves over the loud music when Anna rejoined them and asked the same. They waited around and had a beer each as they watched people try to gain access to the bathroom, only to dejectedly go upstairs. Diane's face was split by a wide grin throughout.

Finally, Laurie left the bathroom and looked around. She spotted the girls and Diane shrieked the question, "Did you do it!?" Laurie nodded and they led her upstairs, to one of the quieter bedrooms. Here, Taylor connected the button camera on her purse to the computer and loaded the footage. "Hey," complained Diane, "All you can hear is the music, what the fuck?"

"It's a surveillance camera," said Taylor, "It's meant to pick up ambient noise. Shut up and watch."

The girls sat on the bed or floor and watched as Laurie backed away from the camera and took off her shirt, revealing her milky white breasts, encased in a lacy, black bra. Ray turned away, but Laurie threw her shirt on his head. She pointed to the sink and Ray reluctantly moved over to the sink and began to wash it. It was obvious he was looking at something in the mirror, and, as he angled to get a clearer look, the girls could see what he was seeing. Laurie had taken off her bra and sniffed it. She balled it up and stuffed it into the purse, right above frame. Ray's eyes bugged out as he watched her big boobs jiggle and shudder.

Laurie stood up straight and Ray turned around. They were talking now, but the girls couldn't make out what they were saying, and with Ray's back to the camera, obscuring Laurie's face, they couldn't read their lips. Soon, Ray's hands began stroking Laurie's sides and Diane giggled in glee. On the tape, Ray began stroking Laurie's tits and Laurie raised her arms to touch him back. They fooled around for a bit and then Ray let go of Laurie to take off his pants and boxers. He sat down on the toilet seat and rolled a red condom down his big, hard cock. Laurie took off her skirt and panties and stood naked before him. Ray took off his shirt and beckoned her closer. Laurie stood between his spread legs and he turned her around in his arms. He bent her over and guided her lower, until she tensed and threw her head back.

"Where is it," asked Diane, breathlessly, "Where is he fucking you, Laurie?"

"My pussy," replied Laurie, indignantly, "where else?!"

On the tape, Ray grabbed Laurie under her ribs and began to help her sit up and down on his cock. This lasted for a few minutes, and then Ray grasped her tight with an arm around her waist. He twined his other hand in her long, red, wavy locks and pulled her head back. He loomed over her, looking her straight in the eyes and then bent down to kiss her. His other hand snaked lower and touched her clit. The girls watched with rapt attention as Laurie's skin on the tape blushed a furious red color. All of her muscles could be made out to be coiling and uncoiling, repeatedly. Real life Laurie blushed when they all looked at her knowingly. On the tape, Ray enveloped her in his arms and lifted them from the toilet. He set her down, bent over the sink, right next to the camera, and started to plow her pussy with short, vicious stabs of his cock. The milky flesh of Laurie's buttock jiggled wildly in center frame. After a minute or so, he slammed himself deep inside her and stayed there. The girls could hear his orgasmic roar over the music on the tape.

Diane jumped up and stopped the recording. She waved off the others' complaints and proceeded to open Brian's email account and email the tape to Rhonda. She cackled evilly as she watched the upload bar's slow progress. She was interrupted in her gloating with repeated demands for her to pick someone to dare her. Without much thinking, Diane said, "Emma. Dare me!"

Emma was again at a loss at what dare to issue. She spent her time at college studying to keep her grades up and retain her scholarship. While her parents got over her leaving home, they adamantly refused to finance her continued bid for independence. Her "down time" was spent stripping, not partying. Much to her chagrin, she found no one to have sexy adventures with, on or off campus. Her lack of bed partners was slaked by her vibrator, when she really felt like it. She looked over the girls, still feeling disgusted at the depths of their depravities and decided that the tape definitely needed to be used to make them stop. "And a little depraved humiliation immediately beforehand wouldn't hurt," she thought to herself. "Alrighty," she said out loud. "Diane, I triple dog dare you to go downstairs and seduce the big guy in the loud, green shirt and bring him here and let him use you in whatever sexual manner he likes, while we all watch from the closets."

Anna exploded in laughter and jeered repeatedly," Joe's gonna get laid!"

"Who the fuck is Joe," demanded Diane.

"The bouncer from the Tittie Licker that fucked our little Emma last summer," replied Anna. "Oh, this is too good! Too good to be true."

Diane looked worried and a bit scared, but Emma put her arm on her shoulder and said, "Relax, he's an okay guy. The girls at the Tittie Licker love him, Betty thinks the world of him, and I've been fucked by him and I'm still here to tell the tale, right? How hard can it be? I've done it once and I'm quite anxious to do it again, you know."

"Right," said Diane, unconvinced, "how hard can it be?" Regardless of the difficulty of the task ahead, Diane needed that infernal tape. Not only could her lover use it to rescue Taylor from the clutches of the escort agency, she was devastated at the thought that it might be used against him. She took a few deep, calming breaths, and marched downstairs as the girls were making room in the closets for them all to watch through the slats. 

Just as they were finishing up, Anna hissed from the door, "They're coming!"

The girls settled down and closed the closet doors behind themselves. They peaked through the horizontal slats as Diane led Joe into the room. Diane still looked a bit nervous as Joe had her sit on the bed. He undid his zipper and whipped out his hardening cock. Diane reached out and took tentative hold of his erection. It sprang to full mast status in an instant. Joe murmured his appreciation as Diane licked around the head of his cock. She engulfed him in her lips and stroked him. After a while, he put a hand on the back of her head and held her firmly as he began to thrust in earnest. Diane was thrashing a bit as he started to reach the back of her mouth, but she forced herself to stay calm and be used. She had to have that infernal tape.

Joe, seemingly unhappy with her passive acceptance, pulled out of her face and sat next to her on the bed. "Stand up," he ordered, "and strip for me." Diane swallowed nervously and stood up. She began to sway awkwardly and undid the buttons on her shirt with trembling fingers. "This is taking too long. You'd make a horrible stripper." He stood up and roughly tore the shirt open. He yanked her bra down and started to maul her tits. Diane moaned and the girls could see her grimace of discomfort when Joe bent down to bite and nibble her nipples.

He stood up straight and looked her in the eye. Diane lowered her eyes in a matter of seconds. Joe undid the zipper on her skirt and tossed her on the bed. Diane squealed in fright. He grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it off her. He seized her flailing feet and started taking off her shoes. At that moment, the door opened and two rough looking guys entered the room. "Guys," Joe greeted them, "perfect timing! Let's make this bitch airtight, huh?" The guys grunted and devoured the blonde on the bed with their eyes.

"Yeah, let's make her squeal," suggested one of the newcomers.

The two men flanked Joe and seized Diane's arms. She shook her head no and cast desperate looks to the closets. There was no help or sound coming from there. The men held her pinned down and Joe knelt between her legs. He seized the top of her hose and began to roll it down her thighs, taking every opportunity to stroke her silky flesh. The other two, meanwhile, sat Diane up and removed her bra. When Joe finished taking her hose off her feet, he took each one in hand and licked around her toes before sucking each one into his mouth for a good tongue tickle. After he finished, he addressed his friends, "She's still a young, nervous filly. Let's do the prep work!"

Their hands let loose all over her body. Three pairs of hands roamed across her stomach and the insides of her arms. Their fingers traced her ribs and around her areoles, gently and teasingly. Diane squirmed under the triple assault on her senses. Finally, they bent down and applied their mouths, as well as hands. Each man took a breast, and Joe licked up and down her slit. Very quickly, Diane's body began to shudder in a frenzy. As Joe penetrated her with his quick tongue, she shut her eyes tight and exploded in orgasm. She saw lights flash before her eyes as she felt her pussy squeeze her juices out onto Joe's tongue. Her whole body clenched and unclenched in orgasm for a minute. When she was done, Joe simply said, "Our turn."

The rolled her over onto her stomach and pulled her up on all fours. One man stuck his cock in her mouth and Diane began to wearily lick at his crown. Joe lined up behind her and slammed into her pussy in one brutal stroke. Diane seized up at the brutal ramming and nearly bit the cock in her mouth. The third man started to pull on her hanging tits, like he was milking a cow. After a few minutes, the men changed places. Tit guy went into her mouth, Joe started to pull on her nipples and the first one lined up with her asshole. Before she could react, he pressed in with all his weight. She pulled forward and tried to scream at the same time and ended up with a throat full of hard cock to gag on. The men laughed at her stomach clenching violently to expel the intruder in her throat.

They kept switching their positions every few minutes and soon, Diane found her lips being assaulted by the cock that was in her ass recently. She refused to open her mouth, no matter how hard her nipples were pulled, so Joe lined up his hard meat with her asshole and shoved in. Diane's head reared up and she let loose a scream. The cock slammed in her mouth and she learned what shit covered cock tasted like. They toured her holes, until each cock had been in each hole more than once, and then Joe grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up. His friend was plowing her pussy, and the other one was waiting his turn. Joe stroked his cock with short frenzied moves and Diane looked up into his eyes.

Just as she realized he was going to cum all over her face, he did. She shut her eyes and felt the hot spurts land all over her cheeks and chin. Man number two pulled out of her pussy and took Joe's place, also holding her head up by the hair. Diane opened her mouth and eyes in shock and the third guy slammed into her ass yet again. At that time she received two big, fast blasts of cum right down her throat, making her cough and retch. The guy in her ass let out a series of whines in time with her coughs and she felt his cum filling her ass up. As the hand in her hair opened its fingers, she let her head drop and silently prayed that Joe and the gang wouldn't have the strength for a second go around.

"We gonna make her airtight, Joe," inquired one of the men. Diane's heaving breaths stilled as she dreaded hearing the answer.

"Nah," drawled Joe, "I'm all tapped out. You?" The men grunted affirmatively and the second one left the bed. Number three's cock had finally softened and slipped out of Diane's ass and she shuddered in relief. Her relief was short lived as he slipped a finger in her ass and rooted around painfully. She raised her head up, with a shout of protest, and turned to look him in the eye and demand that he stop. She was dared to be Joe's sex toy, not this assfucker's. As she did, he pulled his finger out and rubbed it across her upper lip. Diane held her breath in shock and watched him sniff the offending finger himself.

"Mmmmm, nice," he commented. The men zipped up and filed out of the room.

"Later, bitch," called Joe as he closed the door behind them.

Diane let out half a breath of relief and then smelled her ass and their cum right in her nose. She retched and ran to the adjoining bathroom to throw up. When her dry heaves subsided, she ran hot water and started to scrub her face clean. The girls slowly exited the closets and looked at each other, awkwardly at first, but then they all chose to look at Emma with hatred and scorn.

"What an ok guy," commented Laurie sarcastically.

"Yeah," Maria joined in, with a scornful tone of voice, "people think the world of him."

Emma blushed and hung her head in shame. She didn't expect Joe to invite friends, and she really didn't expect him to treat Diane the way he did. Taylor joined Diane in the bathroom and helped her get clean. After Diane gargled with half a bottle of mouthwash, Taylor brought in her clothes and helped her roll up her hose. When Diane felt presentable enough, the two of them joined the other girls in the bedroom and they all reproached Emma for her choice of dare.

Emma stood in the corner of the bedroom as she endured the glares of her friends. She was supposed to choose between Maria, Taylor and Anna who will dare her. Maria was glaring daggers at her and so was Anna, though that was not out of the ordinary for the blonde. Taylor's expression was one she couldn't quite read, but it was definitely not an openly hostile one. "Dare me, Taylor," she whispered. The girls seemed slightly disappointed by the choice. 

Taylor, on the other hand, looked like the cat that got the canary. "Emma," she said, "I triple dog dare you to get in this bed and do anything sexual, that we girls order you to do, for the next hour."

The girls raised their brows in appreciation of the dare. They each felt that Emma could use a lesson in humility right about now, and this sounded just perfect. Emma just stared at Taylor. "What," she finally barked out.

The girls giggled as Taylor clarified, "I triple dog dared you to get into this bed and be our sex slave for the next hour."

Emma's big, brown eyes darted from one girl to the next in disbelief. Finally she said, "Fuck, no!"

"Are you refusing to do the dare," asked Anna, sincerely shocked.

"Fuck, yeah, I'm refusing the fucking dare," shouted Emma. "There's no fucking way I'm gonna let you sex crazed fiends use me as a fucking sex slave! Fuck you all!"

"Now hold on," said Laurie, "If you don't do this, you're out of the running for the tape and-"

"Fuck the tape," interrupted Emma. "Post it on fucking YouTube, for all I care! I'm a fucking stripper, woo-hoo, big deal! Get me some more customers, why don't you? I dance and I shake my tits at guys' faces. That is all I do! I don't suck for money, I don't fuck for money, and I certainly don't do sex slavery for a fucking tape!" The girls seemed surprised by this development. Emma put her hand over her ample chest and heaved a sigh. "Seriously, I'm out of the fucking game, guys. Take the tape and I wish you the best of luck in your lives. Take... Take, even take Carsy, you know? I can afford to buy another car now. I can not afford to be abused by five of my former best friends tonight, ok?"

"Jesus," said Diane, "We weren't going to be that bad on you."

"Well I don't want to find out how bad you would have been," said Emma. "Or how much of it I could take. Diane, I'm sorry Joe treated you that way and I certainly had no idea he had friends here. I honestly thought he would be a good fuck, like he was with me last summer. I didn't mean for you to get... humiliated like that, in front of all of us. Ok?" She looked genuinely remorseful as she said, "I'm sorry, please forgive me."

Diane nodded and said, "I believe you, Emma. It's ok. I'm not mad at you." The white haired girl and the blonde hugged tight and sniffed back tears. The rest of the girls followed Diane's lead and forgave Emma as well.

"Ok, then," said Emma, "I'll be going now, I'm-"

"Wait," Anna spoke up. "You're not out of the game yet, darling Emma!"

"What do you mean," asked Emma.

"When you refuse the dare," explained Anna, "you're not out of the game until the girl that issued the dare, does the dare. And if Taylor doesn't serve us, in this bed, as a sex slave, for the next hour, you're not out of the game at all! She is!" 

The girls all remembered that was true and looked expectantly at Taylor. Taylor smiled a pleased smile and lay back on the bed. "I'm yours for the next hour, my ladies," she said with glee, "do exactly as you like! Emma, please keep track of the time, will you?" Emma nodded and the girls stood around the bed, a bit uncertain how they could use Taylor as a sex slave. The looked at each other and giggled and laughed nervously. Finally, Anna took charge.




Triple Dog Ch. 02



"Alright, Taylor," she said, "Stand on the bed and do a striptease for us. Nice and slow. Let us see all of this flesh you sell."

"Yes, mistress," said Taylor in earnest submission and stood up. The girls backed away from the bed to give her room. Taylor started to sway and wave her arms around. She pulled her T-shirt up and hooked it above her bra. She mashed her tits and presented them to each girl in turn. She pulled the T-shirt all the way off and turned her back to the girls, sticking her ass out at them. She bounced her hips, making her short, plaid skirt jump up and reveal her black, lace panties. The girls averted their eyes, at first, but then they peered hard to make out the details of the amber collored tatoo on her asscheek. She sat down and pulled her legs up, one by one, to remove her shoes and knee high socks. She kicked her spread legs up and down, shamelessly showing her friends her lace covered crotch between them. Finally, she sat up and undid her bra, freeing her tits and shaking them at each girl in turn. The girls were red faced, except for Emma, who looked her over with critical detachment, and Anna, who was devouring her with her eyes. Taylor stood up and rolled her panties down her legs. She repeated her earlier moves and flashed her bare and hairless crotch at the girls. Finally, she took off the skirt and tossed it away. She knelt down on the bed, her knees spread and her upturned hands on them.

"On your hands and knees, cunt," sneered Anna, viciously, "present your ass!" Taylor quickly obeyed and Anna knelt behind her. She raised her hand and brought it down hard on Taylor's tatooed asscheek. Laurie and Maria jumped into action and caught Anna's hand before the second swat. She glared at them.

"She said sex slave," Diane reminded, "not chew toy!"

Anna raised her eyebrows and cocked her head. "Let's ask the professional, shall we," she suggested. "Taylor, does getting spanked count as being a sex slave?"

"Yes, mistress," Taylor replied.

"Did you ever get spanked at your escort job," Anna inquired, after the girls let go of her arm.

"Yes, mistress," Taylor replied.

"And how often do you get spanked at your escort job," pressed Anna.

"Two or three times a week, mistress," Taylor replied.

"See," said Anna to the girls, rhetorically. She pulled back her hand and resumed spanking Taylor's bare behind. She repeatedly brought her arm up, only to bring it down hard on the defenseless buttocks. The smacks were louder than the music from downstairs and the girls tried to convince Anna to stop, but she kept on. She was going to have her revenge on the tall bitch that broke her nose last fall. She alternated hands as she got tired, but she kept up her spanks. Taylor's ass was bright red and hot to the touch, but Anna only stopped when her shoulders started to seriously ache. All throughout the spanking, Taylor just kept presenting her ass for more. As Anna stepped off the bed to catch her breath, the girls all saw that Taylor's pussy was literally dripping on the bed with arousal. They looked at each other, red faced, as they realized they could smell their friend's pussy juice.

"Roll over on your ass, bitch," commanded a tired Anna.

"Yes, mistress," replied Taylor and rolled over. Her face bore a grimace of agony as she put her, not inconsiderable, weight on her abused ass.

"Scoot a bit down," ordered Anna.

"Yes, mistress," replied Taylor, as she dragged her abused posterior down the duvet. Anna was disappointed that Taylor endured the abuse so stoically. She wanted the overgrown bitch to suffer and beg for mercy, in earnest. She came up with another idea. She took off her cut-offs and rolled her thong down her legs, revealing her unkempt bush of dark blonde curls.

"What are you doing," exclaimed Maria in alarm.

"Shut up," retorted Anna, angrily. She stepped over Taylor and lowered her crotch to the girl's face. "Eat my pussy, slave!" Much to the consternation of the rest of the girls, Taylor obeyed. Her face was obscured by Anna's groin, but, as the music stopped, the girls could hear her lick the outer lips and hum against them. Anna ground her crotch into Taylor's face and enjoyed the feeling of power over the bigger girl. The fact that she was being eaten out by a girl, meant nothing to her, at that moment. She vocalized her pleasure without restraint. She enjoyed and delighted in the power, until she realized she was genuinely close to cumming. The music started back up, louder than before. Her voice hitched and she tried to remove herself from Taylor's agile and skilled tongue, but the big girl reached up and grasped her lower back. Taylor redoubled her efforts on Anna's clit and Anna began to babble and squeal nonsensically, the tension in her chest preventing her from ordering Taylor to let go. Anna screwed her eyes shut but still saw a pulsating light as she experienced her first ever orgasm. Her pussy clenched around Taylor's tongue, that penetrated her as far as it could go. Anna's whole body was bathed in waves of heat and pleasure that welled up from within.

Taylor kept going and soon, Anna screamed out in a second orgasm, hot on the heels of the first one. A small part of Anna's brain realized Taylor had gained the upper hand, and was winning, but the pleasure was drowning out those complaints. She lost count of how many orgasms Taylor forced her through, before she managed to yell out, "Stop it!" Taylor let go of Anna's hips and ceased to give her pleasure. Anna got up on shaky legs and collapsed on the floor, next to the bed.

Laurie asked Taylor if she was ok and Taylor waved off her concerns. Maria tried to see if Anna was ok, but the girl glared her away, even as she handed her own clothing over to her. Anna was overwhelmed and she needed to get some air and think things through, so she got up and wordlessly went into the adjoining bathroom. The girls stood around, embarrassed and unsure of what to do next, when Diane asked Emma how much time was left.

"About twenty more minutes," said Emma, checking her watch. "Why do you ask?"

Diane smiled a wicked smile and pointed to the closets. "You girls hide in there," she said, "I've got an idea of how I can use a sex slave right about now." She left the room, unheeding of Emma, Laurie and Maria's protestations. The trio turned to Taylor and asked her if she was alright, or if they could get her anything. Taylor waved their concerns away with a satisfied smile.

Laurie turned to the door and exclaimed, "Shit! Diane's bringing up Ray! Hide!" The girls ran into the closet and closed the doors behind them. Diane indeed did bring her ex-boyfriend Ray, into the room.

She indicated Taylor with both hands, and intoned a cheerful, "Ta-daaaah!"

"Whoah, babe," slurred a drunken Ray, "For me?"

"Yes, tiger," purred Diane in his ear. "All for you." She held up Taylor's purse and started filming things.

Ray stepped up to the edge of the bed and fumbled with his zipper. "Get his dick out and suck it," Diane ordered Taylor, and she complied. She gave Ray's flaccid member a few gentle squeezes before lowering her face to it and taking it all in her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked at the same time, as she ran her tongue all over the head of his cock. Ray's member began to grow bigger and bigger, with each stroke of Taylor's agile tongue. Finally, he grew to full mast and pulled out of her face.

"Lie back," he ordered and spread her legs. Taylor smiled a warm, inviting smile at him as he aimed his dick sloppily at her pussy.

"May I," she asked politely. When Ray looked her in the eye, she waited for his answer with a neutral face. After drunkenly searching her eyes for a minute or so, Ray seemed to shrug off his concerns and simply nodded at Taylor. Taylor encompassed his girth with her long, slender fingers and cooed appreciatively. She guided him to her pussy and wrapped her long legs around his backside. Ray plunged into her, groaning all the way. He humped her with slow, drunken thrusts, at first. As his drunk mind started to catch up with the sensations coming from his dick, he seemed to regain his sobriety. His thrusts became increasingly better timed, and placed, and soon he started to groan continuously. Taylor's skin flushed from head to toe as she came with a shuddering wail.

Diane recognized Ray's sounds and suggested, "Pull out and come on her face!"

Ray pulled out and began stroking his cock. Taylor sat up and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out to catch all of his semen. Ray aimed his dick at her mouth and came with a shout. His sperm splattered all over Taylor's cheeks and chin, each squirt coming close to her mouth, but not in it. He stumbled off the bed, chest heaving and tucked himself back in his pants. Taylor scooped all of his cum from her face and swallowed it up eagerly. He watched her do it and left without a word to either girl.

Diane giggled evilly and reopened Brian's email to send Rhonda another delightful film. The girls exited the closets and Anna left the bathroom. "Is Taylor's time up, already," asked Laurie.

Emma confirmed it was, so Laurie helped Taylor out of bed, gathered her clothes, and led her into the bathroom. She helped Taylor get cleaned up. As she was helping her dress, she asked her, "Taylor, why did you let Anna do that to you, just now?"

"Because I made the dare," was Taylor's answer.

Laurie gave her a look. "You know what I mean," she said.

Taylor heaved a tired sigh and looked Laurie over with an appraising eye. She wanted to know how Taylor could be a sex slave for hire, of course. "Have you ever tried just letting go," Taylor asked Laurie. "Just let go and be someone else's, for a while? Just be there for that person, in whatever way they want you, and forget about yourself? Have you ever been simply so overloaded with physical sensations, that your brain could no longer retain the capacity to torment you with endless self-doubts about your body and career and money and all that shit? Have you?"

Laurie's eyes became a bit glazed as she thought on her threesomes with her father and Gould. Being sandwiched between two experienced and eager lovers felt exactly like what Taylor was describing.

"I can see you haven't," continued Taylor, "not really, anyway. It's a spectacular feeling, Laurie. All those worries float away, and the only thing left is acceptance and pleasure. Oh, my god! The pleasure! I cum like a motherfucker after a good spanking! Every single time! Have you ever been spanked and then fucked?"

Laurie blushed and turned away from Taylor in a near panic. Gould loved doing exactly that to her and even named that as part of his price for rejoining her dad's firm. And she adored such treatment. Taylor had no idea of that, but she might guess it, if Laurie acted weird. She berated herself for panicking. She forced herself to calm down and turned back around. "No, but it sounds great," she said, with sarcasm.

Taylor gave her a knowing smile. "Yes you have, you little vixen," she purred, "and you fucking loved it!" Laurie adopted a neutral expression, and Taylor took it for a confirmation.

"Consensual sexy play between trusting lovers is one thing," stated Laurie, "getting loaned out to some rich loser is something else entirely. Almost the exact opposite. You're just a piece of meat to them!"

"To them, I am acceptance," said Taylor, without putting on airs. "I am hired because I am proof they are worthy of affection, and that accommodating their fetishes is ok."

"You are a commodity to them," Laurie insisted, "to be bought and traded, nothing else!"

Taylor gave her a long, considering look and then sighed. "I'm all cleaned up and dressed," she said, and cocked her head. "Let's not argue about this and go rejoin the party instead, hm?" Laurie nodded and they left the bathroom to be greeted by Anna's smirk.

"What are you smirking at," asked Laurie.

"Oh," drawled Anna, "nothing much. I just, like, realized that I'm the one that has to dare Taylor, here!" Anna laughed as Laurie recognized the truth of her claim. If Maria were to dare Taylor, then Anna would be left to dare herself. She clapped her hands and jumped up and down excitedly. "Taylor, I triple dog dare you to turn enough tricks to earn me a thousand dollars this very night!"

The girls exploded into protests over the dare on the grounds that it was illegal and immoral and dangerous and impossible and so on. Anna just smirked and stared into Taylor's eyes, expecting to see fear and hesitation appear there at any moment. She was a bit miffed when Taylor just kept on smiling warmly. When the rest of the girls took a breath from the complaining, Laurie spoke up, "Joke's on you, Anna! Taylor is going to refuse this dare, and you're not going be able to make a grand, so you're out of the game and she isn't! Ha, ha!" Laurie turned to Taylor for confirmation and her glee died when she saw the tall girl's smile. "Taylor," she cried in dismay, "You can't! Tell me you won't!"

Taylor held up a finger and silenced the room full of girls. The music downstairs was turned off and shouts and scuffling was heard, instead. Emma's eyes bugged out and she whispered, "Guess the party's busted, huh?" The girls laughed like kids as they ran down the stairs and out the back door, evading the police that was attempting to identify all the revelers.

They reassembled in Carsy and took off down the street, Emma at the wheel. Taylor took out her phone and dialed a number. She spoke briefly to whoever picked up and then punched in an address into her phone's GPS. "Emma," she instructed, "take us to this address."

"What is this place," asked the white-haired driver.

"Oh, just somewhere for me to do my dare, all in one sitting," replied Taylor, offhandedly. "And I'd like for all of you to help me!" The girls yelled and hollered at Emma to stop the car, but, as she looked at Taylor, the tall girl silently urged her to drive on. Her smile promised safety and fun, and the dare was for Taylor, and Taylor alone, to hook for the money, so Emma drove on.

By the time they got to Bainbridge Depot, the girls were tired from yelling at Taylor and Emma. Laurie cleared her throat and leaned over to speak softly in Taylor's ear, "Dear friend, I think you're, at this moment, doing something psychologists call 'projecting'. You think that, because you believe hooking is enjoyable, that all the rest of us have to believe it too, and that-"

Taylor rolled her eyes, put a finger to Laurie's lips and said, "Can I just stop the two-bit psychoanalysis right there, and point out that I'm not actually trying to recruit you girls to hook for me. Anna dared me to make the cash, I just need you girls to assist me."

"What," Diane blurted out, "you mean, like, fluffers on a porn set?"

"No," said a smiling Taylor, "like watchers." As Emma parked at their destination, Taylor urged the girls to follow her. "We're already late! Just stick together and follow me! Say nothing, make no comment while you're in there, and do not, I stress, do not giggle! Looking grossed out is ok, just don't point any fingers and do not voice your indignation! As a matter of fact, as soon as you sit down, act like you're statues!"

The girls followed Taylor to the front door of the giant mansion, their complaints temporarily overridden by the vibrant garden that surrounded the magnificent edifice. They didn't even notice the butler until he very politely requested, "If you'll follow me, please, miss?" They lined up behind Taylor and followed in a single file, gawking at the mansions' opulent interior.

They reached the well-lit library and Taylor was greeted politely by a short, middle aged, bald man, who seemed very glad to see her. Taylor indicated her following and he gestured to the reading chairs, spread around the room. "Girls, sit in those chairs," Taylor instructed. As the girls awkwardly sat down, the man sat in a comfy looking recliner in the middle of the room. Taylor walked over to him seductively and knelt between his spread knees.

She looked him in the eyes and smiled as she massaged his groin. She undid his zipper and rooted around to pull his hardening cock out of his pants. The girls watched in mute fascination and embarrassment as Taylor licked his cock to full mast. She took the head into her mouth and applied suction. The man groaned in appreciation. 

Taylor's five friends watched speechless as she sucked all of the man's cock into her throat. Then they watched her take her head off of it and point the shaft upwards so she could lick the balls, tenderly, yet passionately. Next, she popped just the head of it into her mouth and they could see that her tongue was working it like mad, even as her hand stroked the shaft. The man continued to ignore them. His hands were on the armrests, they noted, not in Taylor's hair. He alternated between watching Taylor and urging her quietly on, and closing his eyes and tossing his head back with groans of delight. Taylor, for her part, kept looking him in the eye, except when she was deepthroating him, and she seemed to be smiling, even with a face full of cock. The girls saw that there was an undeniable hunger in Taylor's eyes as she kept speeding up her ministrations upon the man's organ. Soon, he started bucking and yelping, and Taylor just held his cock in her mouth, working the shaft with fast, featherlight strokes. The man bucked hard and his whole body locked up as he let out a long, hissing, "Yes!"

He collapsed back into his chair, gulping for air. Taylor cleaned his softening cock and reverently put it back in his pants. He gave her hair a few tender strokes and thanked her. She smiled at him one more time, before standing up and walking out, gesturing for the girls to follow her. As they walked out, the butler was standing at the door and handed each girl an envelope. The confused girls followed Taylor back to Carsy and got in. Taylor handed Anna her envelope.

"What's this," asked Anna.

"Payment," replied Taylor. "In this envelope," she indicated the one she had just given to Anna, "is the thousand bucks you dared me to earn for you tonight. In the other is your two hundred bucks for being a watcher in there." Anna, not unlike the rest of the girls in the car, checked her envelope and counted two hundred dollars in it. They all blinked and looked at Taylor, mutely. "Maria, your turn to dare our little Anna, please!"

"Uh-huh," said a shocked Maria, "but let's go back to us getting paid two hundred dollars, each, to see you suck that man's balls dry!"

"Yeah," seconded Diane. "What's up with that!?"

Taylor shrugged and said, "He likes to be watched while he's sucked. It's his fetish and it's no biggie."

"No biggie," Laurie asked. "How is getting watched while you're intimate with someone, not a biggie?!"

"Never mind that," interrupted Maria, "let's get back to me getting paid two hundred dollars to watch you suck a guy off!"

"Why does he get off on being watched," asked Laurie.

Taylor turned to look an incredulous Maria in the eye as she asked, "What about it, Maria?"

"We just watched him," muttered Laurie, "he didn't even look at us once!"

Maria waved her arms in frustration before saying, "Well, first of all, what the fuck?! And secondly, is this the kind of shit you do?"

"Sometimes," said Taylor and shrugged.

"I mean," whispered Laurie, to no one in particular, "if he had wanted us to join in, I could get it. If he had wanted us to go down on one another, while HE watched US, I could get that, but we weren't even naked in there and-"

"Laurie," Taylor called for her attention. When the redhead looked up and gave it to her, she simply said, "It's his thing, let it go. Different strokes, ok? Just let it go." Laurie nodded affirmatively. "Maria, have you thought of a dare for our little Anna?"




Triple Dog Ch. 02



"Yeah," replied Maria, "I have." She had been stewing over Laurie's challenge all night and patiently waited for her turn to get even with the red headed bitch. Getting Anna to be the instrument of her revenge was just icing on the cake. "Anna, I triple dog dare you to get Mr.McArdle to fuck me tonight."

"What the fuck, Maria," bellowed an enraged Laurie. "That's my fucking father, you cunt!"

"Oh," said Maria off-handedly, "I thought he wasn't your dad and it wasn't incest."

"Fuck you," spat Laurie. "I'm putting a fucking veto on this shit!"

"No vetoes in triple dog, Laurie," Anna spoke up. She was truly warming up to the idea of a threeway with Steve McArdle and Maria. "You're free to come in with Maria and me-"

"Oh, I'm free to come inside my own house, now," inquired Laurie bitterly. "Thanks a lot!"

"You can run interference," continued Anna, "tell your dad about your taped confession, beg him not to touch us, whatever you wanna do. But, Maria and I are gonna do our level best to draw your dad's spunk out of his balls this night! Emma! To the McArdle residence!"

As Laurie silently fumed, Maria spoke up, "Dude, I triple dog dared you to get Mr.McArdle to fuck me, not you, or us!"

Anna looked into Maria's eyes via the rear view mirror and said, "And if I get him to fuck you, my dare is done. If I get him to fuck me too, well, that's just a bonus."

The ride over passed in a quiet, tense atmosphere. Emma parked the car and Laurie spotted Mr.Gould's car driving up the street. "Everyone inside, now," she ordered. She overrode Anna and Maria's protestations by saying, "It's my house and I'm free to invite anyone inside at any time! Get in! Now!" The girls reluctantly let themselves be shepherded into the redhead's house. Laurie cast one last look at Gould's car parking across the street, before locking the door behind herself. "Dad, we've got company" she called out to the big house. "Dad, I'm home and I've brought all my girlfriends with me! Dad, I hope no one else comes in to interrupt my time with the girls, like, right now! Particularly not the people across the street!" The girls all looked puzzled at Laurie's desperate tone of voice and odd choice of words. Was she really this flustered at the thought of Anna seducing her dad?

The house was silent for a few moments, before her father's voice called out, "Make yourselves at home in the living room, sweetie, I'm on the phone, right now!" Laurie herded the girls to the spacious living room and cast nervous glances at the front door. 

"Laurie, Anna has to go do her dare," insisted Maria.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Laurie, absentmindedly, "You have at it, girlfriend, no sweat, just, uh, just let my dad finish this phone call, it's, um, it's very important and... And he has to make it. He'll be done in a minute."

"What makes you think it's a business call," asked Emma.

"It's, um, it's, uh," floundered Laurie for a moment, "It's a regularly scheduled call he makes every day of the week."

"At this time of night," asked Maria, clearly not buying it.

"Yeah, yeah," Laurie waved off her concerns, still eyeing the door, "It's to, um, to Japan, you know? Very important."

Her father's appearance at the door to the living room cut off Laurie's excuses and she looked relieved. The girls noted her relief and puzzled over it, for a second. Wasn't she supposed to be fighting the proceedings, tooth and nail? McArdle entered the room and greeted each girl warmly, by name, before hugging Laurie tight and quickly whispering in her ear, "Gouldie will wait outside until they leave." He let go of his daughter and asked the girls about their night. Laurie calmed down.

Maria elbowed Anna and the girl protested, "Hey! Watch it! Oh, right! Mr.McArdle, I want you to have sex with me and Maria, here, right now, with your daughter watching the whole thing."

The girls let out gasps of shock at Anna's utter lack of tact. He merely chuckled and asked, "Really?"

Anna nodded her head and said, matter-of-factly, "If you don't, you'll go down for incest. Laurie confessed to your sordid little liaison on a tape and we'll publish it if you don't fuck us, right now."

McArdle spun to look at his daughter in anger. "Did she now," he asked of her. Laurie blushed in red faced shame and cast her eyes mutely to the floor. She knew well that their relationship had to stay a closely guarded secret, lest his company lose millions in sales revenue. She felt like a complete turd, betraying his trust like that. She wished she could explain her reasons for the betrayal, how bad she felt about Taylor, how mad she was at Diane and Maria. He'd probably understand and agree, but she couldn't find her voice at the moment.

"If you don't fuck both me and Maria, you're going to prison for incest," threatened Anna.

"Actually, I won't be going to jail for that," he replied. "Having sexual relations with a former ward is immoral and, as they would say, just plain wrong, but not illegal."

"Yes it is," insisted Emma. "It so fucking is! And besides, she was underage when you first started raping her! She said so herself, on the tape! That's statutory rape! Sixteen is statutory rape in this jurisdiction."

He calmly poured two glasses of scotch. "Since we're airing dirty laundry tonight," he said and handed the other glass to Laurie, "Time to tell some of Laurie's, as well." He clinked his glass against Laurie's and took a sip. He sighed in appreciation of the taste and said, "You see, Laurie isn't the age you think she is. She survived the car crash that killed her dad, but it took her a year to recover and learn how to walk again. It took me, and a few competent counselors, another year to get her to return to school and to a semblance of normal life. The only way we could get her to finally overcome her traumas was if we pretended she was eleven again, two years younger than she was. We kept it up all this time, cause it was easier for her. She's actually twenty one years old. No one ever noticed, of course, because of her short stature and manic fear of the Sun." He shrugged. "Melanoma got her mom, after all. You girls can't understand how hard it was for her to lose both her parents in the space of just a month."

He poured himself another drink and glanced around at the sad and shocked expressions on the girls' faces. Laurie drained her glass in one big gulp. He took a sniff of his drink and continued, "So, Laurie didn't seduce me until she was eighteen, precisely because she didn't want to get me into any kind of legal trouble. And she was the one that seduced me, not the other way around. I'm sure she likes to think I was the big, bad wolf in this little story of ours, but, if I told you how she seduced me? If I recounted the twisted way she used my unrequited love for her late mother? She'd die of shame."

Emma regarded his with a skeptic look and stammered, "It's, it's still... wrong."

He shrugged and drained his second glass. "So is betraying a loved one's trust," he said, "and Laurie still did it. Time for her punishment. You said I'm to fuck you and Maria, here," he asked of a slack jawed Anna. She looked at him and nodded. He looked her over in appraisal. "Alright, I'll fuck you, but only if you prove yourself worthy to me first. You have to eat out my Laurie until she cums, and then I'll fuck your brains out." He indicated Anna and Maria. "That goes for both of you."

Anna had been fixated on the thought of him fucking her ever since Maria first suggested it, more than half an hour ago. She knew now what pleasure her body was capable of, and she wanted to know what else this grown man could teach her. Her newly awakened libido quickly silenced her disgust at eating out another girl. She wanted Mr.McArdle like she never wanted anything before in her life. She had already been eaten out by Taylor, so she felt confident that making Laurie cum wouldn't turn her into a dyke. She stepped up to the redhead, took her by the wrist, and led her to the couch. She smiled a soft, gentle smile and made Laurie sit back. "Relax," she urged her. "You'll enjoy this, I swear."

The tenderness in Anna's voice left the other girls so stunned, that they sat down in chairs strewn across the room, and watched the proceedings. Maria was the only one that stood still.

Anna spread Laurie's knees and knelt before her. She took the time to appreciate the faint smell of beer on Laurie's damp shirt before undoing her zipper and helping Laurie pull her skirt up and reveal her panties. Anna put her thighs back together to roll her panties down to her ankles. She gently ran her hands all over the redhead's spread knees, hoping to start seeing signs of arousal. Laurie passively accepted Anna's efforts. She was not an eager participant. Anna slid her hands under Laurie's ass and began inching it closer to the edge of the couch, and her tongue that was worshipping the insides of the alabaster thighs. 

When Anna took a long, lazy lick of her pussy, Laurie looked her in the eyes. She found no malice in them, only a hint of mischief. Her eyes spoke of raw desire, passion, and a hunger that reminded the redhead of when she first started to make love to her dad. Anna began to suckle her outer lips, and Laurie squirmed in delight. She broke eye contact and looked over to her dad, making out with Maria and undressing her slowly. He gave her a look of mischief as well. She sighed and began to enjoy Anna's surprisingly skillful ministrations.

To know what to do, Anna drew on the vivid memory of Taylor pleasuring her earlier this evening. She added what she knew felt good to her, and substituted her lack of experience in eating pussy with raw passion. Laurie soon began to buck into Anna's face and Anna zeroed in on Laurie's clit. Spurred on by Anna's single-minded devotion to her physical pleasure, Laurie came with a shriek of delight. Anna's brow bunched up as her mouth was flooded by Laurie's juices. She didn't like the taste, but, then again, she didn't like the taste of boy, either. She relaxed her features and let all the juices run out of her mouth, and down Laurie's ass crack, to drip down the side of the couch.

Anna felt a sense of pride and accomplishment at having made Laurie cum. "Is this what guys feel like," she wondered to herself. Before anyone could say anything, McArdle knelt behind her and slid his hands under her shirt to run them over her torso. He kissed the side of her face and whispered, "Well done, Anna. You're such a pretty, little girl." Anna glossed over the patronizing tone. Usually, she would kick a guy's balls in for talking to her that way, but here and now, she wanted this man to teach and guide her in the ways of lovemaking. She wanted him to do with her as he thought best.

He made her kneel on the couch and put her elbows on the back of it. He stood behind her and took off her wifebeater. He cupped her breasts and the deft touch made her arousal, that had been simmering since Maria made the dare, boil over. She moaned like a cat in heat, and began to grind her ass into his crotch. She closed her eyes, shutting out all thoughts of the other people in the room, and threw her head back. He teased her breasts until she started to growl in frustration. As his hands went lower, she began to shake with anticipation. Laurie's moans made her open her eyes again. She watched Maria eat the redhead out, even as her father swept her cutoffs and thong down to her knees. His fingers gently opening her pussy made her shake in delight. She gave his hard cock a smile and then faced forward.

His hard cock squeezed through her close-set thighs and set her on fire. She pushed back at him, but his hand on the small of her back instantly stilled her. With patience she never thought she'd have, she waited and let him penetrate her at his leisure. His hot meat split her open and made every part of her pussy sing as it came in contact with it. Soon, he started to pump in and out and Anna's lust made her match his motions. Her juices made squelches that could be heard between the wet smacks of their bodies and Laurie's orgasmic cries.

His rising groans made her realize her own impending orgasm and, as he bottomed out inside her womb and let loose his seed, she came. His mighty spurts set off her own contractions of ecstasy. Lights pulsed across her tightly shut eyelids, her whole skin burned with pleasure and all of her muscles contracted as ferociously as if she was fighting for her very life. She let out a scream that could be interpreted as that of a dying animal. Every caress of his fingers on her clammy skin set off a mini orgasm. Soon, her limbs gave out and she was held up solely by his strong arms. When he pulled out, and set her down to sit on the couch, she felt her juices and his seed seep out of her. He called her a "pretty little girl" and she felt no shame at her friends witnessing her moment of wulnerability.

Laurie scooted closer to Anna in order to make room for her dad fucking Maria on the couch. She hooked her pinkie with Anna's and smiled at her. "You sound funny when you cum," she said with a tired giggle. Anna weakly matched her giggle and shut her eyes. She was too exhausted for words and wanted to go to sleep. Maria's cries of delight kept her from drifting unconscious. Laurie scooted lower and Anna opened her eyes to look at their watchers. The girls' faces revealed a mix of mortification at witnessing the debauchery in the room, and a desperate yearning to be a part of it. Anna looked to Mr.McArdle and wondered if he'd have the stamina to go through all six girls in his home. His eyes were locked with Maria's as he penetrated her with short, fast strokes. She didn't doubt that he would certainly like to try.

Her musings were cut short by a wet touch on her nethers. She looked Laurie in the eye as the redhead started to clean her groin of her father's spunk and her own juices. Anna had no strength to fight off the perverse touch. The whole couch was jostling her under the redhead's tongue and, as Laurie started to suck on her clit, Anna came, matching Maria's orgasmic cries. After the pleasure spreading through her in waves abated, she floated off to dreamland. She was woken by the same soundtrack that saw her off to her nap. Maria was crying out in ecstasy, practically right in Anna's ear. Anna raised her head and saw that Mr.McArdle was sitting in a chair across the room, looking pleased, but exhausted. A more careful examination of Maria's writhing body revealed Laurie's wavy, red hair between her legs.

Finally, Maria stopped and Laurie stood up on wobbly legs, wiping her father's cum from her chin. "Dude," Anna pointed at Laurie, "you're filthy." Laurie gave her an embarrassed, little smile and a wink in response. Seeing a lull in the activities, the watchers jumped up and gathered the fucked girls' clothing and helped them get dressed, all the while excusing themselves from Mr.McArdle's presence as politely as if they had just been over for milk and cookies.

Emma, Diane and Taylor got the girls into Carsy and Emma drove away. "Okay, that was a bit sickening, back there," she said, quietly. "I mean, between him getting you gals to eat Laurie out and Laurie cleaning his cum from you, that's... That's just..." Emma floundered for words and left it at that. Laurie and Maria looked downcast, but Anna's eyebrows met in a frown. "Well, I'm out of this game and I wish you all the best of luck during the vote! This is my street," she said as she pulled over. "My part of the code is 349." She opened her door and paused for a long time, looking her friends over. She finally shook her head and got out.

As Emma walked away, Taylor took the driver's seat and Anna leaned out of the rear window. "Hey, Emma," called Anna after her. As Emma turned around, the car started to pull away and Anna shouted, "Which ever one of us wins, I promise you this whole town will know you're a stripper and all the guests of the Avalon will be told your real name and address! Won't that be a bit sickening, too?!"

"You little maggot, I'm," Emma shouted after the retreating vehicle, but gave up. She threw her hands up and walked to her parents' house. She told herself the threat would amount to nothing. No one in this town would ever believe Anna Roberts, and no one from the Avalon would ever go looking for a stripper on a busy college campus. Still, a slight pang of worry followed her all the way to her front door.

Taylor drove Carsy to her house and the girls tiredly trudged up the stairs to her front door. Taylor unlocked it and pivoted around it as she opened it. She swept her hand, "Please come in, beer's in the fridge." As the girls walked past her, Taylor, without hardly looking at the security system console behind the front door, hit the button for deleting the last 24 hours of her surveillance footage and then tapped in the confirmation code. She shut the door and got a beer for herself in the kitchen.

In the living room, Anna was coughing violently, almost to the point of retching on Taylor's expensive carpet. All the girls huddled around her, worried at her sudden paleness and alarmed by her bugged out eyes. Anna couldn't believe her eyes when she saw the lockbox, right where they left it earlier. She gasped aloud, forgetting she had a mouth full of beer. Her eyes watered and she honestly felt like crying. "Fucking Carlos," she thought to herself. "Can't even break into a place like this and steal one little lockbox!" She had called him from Brian's house and banked all her hopes on him stealing the lockbox and Taylor getting blamed for its disappearance. She was supposed to use the tape to shake the girls and their sugar daddies for all they were worth. Now, her hands shuddered at the thought of the police getting a hold of the tape. The people she had named were very dangerous and she would count herself very, very lucky to crawl away from this mess with just a pair of ruined kneecaps.

The girls got Anna to sit down and tried their best to calm her down. Anna kept shaking in fright, long after she cleared her airway. Finally, The girls got her to enter her part of the code into the lockbox and take a pen and piece of paper for her vote. Anna steeled her resolve. Now that she had been introduced to a world of pleasure, she was not going to just give up. She might still win the vote, and if not, she might try to steal it. She knew from personal experience Taylor could catch her and beat the living snot out of her, handily, but she had no choice whatsoever. She penned down Taylor's name as her vote. She reasoned that none of the other girls would, as getting Taylor to stop hooking was their main reason for playing tonight. Voting for Taylor to keep the tape would be kinda defeating their whole purpose.

The other girls all entered their parts of the code, and Emma's, in the correct order and then Taylor obscured the keypad with her long fingers, pressed the "clear" and "open" buttons with her thumb, and the box opened. All the girls looked in and Maria reached in to remove the memory chip with their confession tape. She set it down on the table, in plain view of everyone and the girls took a seat to write down their votes.

Maria held no big hope of winning the vote. She voted for Diane in the hope that she could convince her to delete her part of the tape. They were both dating successful, older men who would end things with them if matters went public at an inopportune moment.

Laurie was the calmest of the bunch, until she realized she should not be. She did her best to mimic the jitters of the other girls, but she just couldn't. She had taken a photo of the lockbox and sent it to Gould, under the pretext of texting her father she will be late. When she was alone on Brian's patio, she called him and nearly wept with joy when he agreed to help her. He told her he would get an identical one, put a blank memory chip in it, rig it to open as soon as anyone hits the open button, and swap it out for the real deal. She had seen him hold up the lockbox, as they were leaving her dad's house, so she knew the proof of her indiscretion was safe. Whoever wound up with the tape would, naturally, blame Taylor. She wrote down Anna's name, thinking that, if she won, no one would find it very suspicious that Laurie wasn't bending over backwards to beg mercy of the little blonde.




Triple Dog Dare



It was a tradition for my twin brother, Mike, and I to have a slumber party every year for our birthday. When we were younger, Mike's guy friends would huddle in his room over race car mags and video games, while my friends and I would set up a beauty shop and fashion show in the basement. This year was a bit different...

It was the weekend after our nineteenth birthday. Our parents were out of town on business. We were supposed to go with them, but talked them into letting us stay home and inviting over a few friends for a small party (it was tradition after all). Mike invited two of his friends and I invited three of mine. The night started off pretty ordinary and uneventful. We rented movies and ordered pizza. Mike's friend, Chris, brought beer. After I couple beers, someone suggested we play and Truth or Dare. The others concurred. I hadn't played that childish game since fifth grade, but agreed to join anyway.

We started off with fairly innocent questions and consequences. We heard Carly's most embarrassing moment and watched Brent run around the room with a pair of his underwear on his head. When my turn came up, I picked truth. Nikki asked me if I was still a virgin or not. I didn't want to answer, but didn't want to take a dare either.

ME: Yes I am!

MIKE: (laughs and taunts) Liar, liar pants on fire.

ME: You are such and ass! Okay, fine...No, (grimace) I am not a virgin. I had sex once, last year with my currently ex-boyfriend.

MIKE: (teasing) Ooohhh Sarah, you hussy!

ME: Alright Mike! Truth or Dare?

MIKE: DARE!

ME: I dare you to show everyone your "birthday" suit.

MIKE: Done!

He quickly ripped off his sweats and paraded around the basement to show off his manhood. He gave his dick a few shakes, grinned at me, and put his pants back on. Mike asked Tara if she had ever touched a penis before (she hadn't). Chris dared Nikki to touch his. She did and he got an instant erection. Both Tara and Nikki were fascinated by it. We then got Brent to confess to jacking off to the thought of fucking Nikki. After this, the whole mood of the game switched to who could come up with the most outrageous dare.

I was double dared to strip naked for the rest of the game. Chris was dared to suck my nipples and caress my breasts. Carly had to shave Tara's pubic hair. Nikki had to suck Brent's dick for 30 seconds. Directly after that, Mike had to give him a 30 second hand job. Brent dared Tara to take off her shirt and let him cum on her tits. She reciprocated the dare by making him lick off his own cum. Carly dared me to drink piss directly from her pussy. I dared Chris to let me take a shit on his stomach. I thought that would be the end of the game. We had been playing for a long time and I didn't think anyone could come up with anything more outrageous than my last dare. Just then, Chris sat up and announced the mother of all dares:

CHRIS: Mike, I dare you to eat out your own sister until she cums all over your face!

Everyone's mouth dropped open in shock (including mine). I had never thought of my brother in a sexual way before. I had never received oral sex before, but wanted to experience it very badly. My pussy was sopping wet and aching to be touched by someone...anyone. I was determined not to back down and let Chris out-dare me. I flopped on the couch sprawled out my legs and motioned for Mike to come to me. Mike's eyes were almost popping out of his head. He looked at Chris and asked, "Are you serious?" "Dead serious, dude", replied Chris. "In fact", he said,"I not only double dare you, but I triple dog dare you too." Then everyone began to chant:

"DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT!!"

Mike ran his hands over my erect nipples. He kissed me gently on the lips, then again on the stomach. He got down on his knees. I could feel his hot breath wafting between my thighs. He gently parted my labia and ran his tongue from just above my asshole all the way to my clit. I immediately arched my spine and threw my head back in ecstasy. He ran his down up and down my slit. Over and over again...stopping every once in a while to press his entire tongue on my clit and encircle it a few times. I moaned and in delight and pushed my crotch into his face.

CHRIS: Ok man, that's enough! You two made your point. I didn't think you'd really do it. You called me out. You win!.........Hey dude! I said you win! YOU CAN QUIT NOW!

ME: YOU BETTER NOT FUCKING QUIT!

TARA: Oh my God! Look! Mike's got a hard on!! He really is turned on by fucking his own sister!

Brent and Carly each took a side of Mike's sweats and yanked them down. His ridged cock popped out and stood at attention. Nikki gasped in surprise. Right then, I let out a loud scream and orgasmed like I'd never had before. Mike barked at Brent to fork over the condom he carried in his wallet. In stunned silence, Brent handed over the condom and watched in amazed as Mike ripped it open with his teeth and slipped it on his cock with one swift movement of his hand. Mike picked me up by the hips; wrapped my legs around his torso; thumped me up against the wall; and bounced me up and down on his engorged dick. My tits jiggled in his face as his ass cheeks tightened with each thrust. For a brief moment a thought ran through my head: "Shit, Sarah! You are fucking your own brother. Your brother is about to shoot his load in you with all your friends watching."

I know it's wrong, but that thought just made me hotter and want it more.

Mike and I now have a new birthday tradition... 



Triple Dog



The man slowly lowered her on his erection and Diane hissed and moaned all the way. "Oh, god, honey," hissed the man, "She's so fucking tight!" Her battered pussy was so raw, the hot meat penetrating her felt like it was doing some damage. Her weight finally settled in the man's lap, his cock filling her up. The woman pushed Diane to lean forward and put one hand over her clit and the other between Diane's asscheeks. Before Diane could draw breath to complain, the woman pressed her finger, lubricated with Diane's own cum, into her asshole. Diane wailed in denial and fright. "Oh, yeah," drawled the man in delight. With the woman's help, he started pushing Diane's body up and down his shaft, delighting in her high pitched grunts.

Over in Carsy, the girls were watching with baited breath as the other car's windows fogged over and it began to rock in rhythm. "Oh, my, Gawd," exclaimed an amused Anna, "They're fucking raping her over there!" She laughed out loud.

The other girls chorused their dismay and amused disbelief, but Taylor only smiled.

Diane was hugging the headrest of the front seat in a vain effort to get off the man's cock, but the couple was relentless in using her tight pussy to get the man off. The finger in Diane's ass was soon joined by another and the additional violation pushed her over the edge into the oblivion of her fourth orgasm that evening. The man slammed her all the way down and held her there as her pussy clenched around his meat the same way her body shuddered in his strong arms. By the time her orgasm was over, she felt the man tense up and shoot his load inside her.

Diane was too exhausted to worry about unwanted pregnancy, or STDs. She just sighed and relaxed as the man filled her up. She concentrated on catching her breath. Finally, she could feel the man's cock softening and he lifted her off his lap and arranged her next to him so the woman could have clear access to Diane's pussy. Diane was one limp puppet in his arms. The woman planted wet kisses down Diane's tummy, bypassing the bunched up skirt and dove into her pussy with zeal. Diane's pussy was so abused by now that she could not enjoy another orgasm. That didn't stop the woman from noisily slurping about and sucking all of the man's seed from Diane.

When she was done, she smacked her lips lewdly and smiled at Diane. Diane saw, through half-lidded eyes, on the dashboard clock, that her time in the car was up and that gave her the strength to ask to be let out. "May I please go now," she asked, sounding like a little girl that has had enough of her punishment.

The man's cock was rock hard again and he placed one of Diane's hands on it. "Are you sure about that, sexy thing," he asked.

Diane nodded. "Yeah, I, I," she stammered in embarrassment, "I can't anymore. I'm tired and sore. I loved this, I really did, but I gotta go now. Please?"

The woman gave her a gentle kiss. "Ok, sweetie," she said, "let's get you dressed and then you can go." The man gave a sigh of disappointment, but didn't interfere with the woman retrieving and reapplying Diane's wardrobe. 

He gave her tits one last squeeze and asked, "What's your name, girl?"

Diane didn't want to give her real name. She couldn't give Taylor's name, they probably knew her. She was stumped for a moment, but quickly came up with an answer. "Anna Roberts, and I thank you both for a great time," she said with a grin.

The man planted a tender kiss on her lips and said, "Well, Anna, any time you wanna come back for more, you're more than welcome."

Diane was finally let out of the car and she walked on wobbly legs back to Carsy. The car behind her started rocking again. She got in the back seat and slammed the door behind her. "Please don't talk," she begged the girls as she lay back in the seat. They looked at each other as they could smell all the sex juices on their friend. 

"Diane," said Emma softly, "are you ok?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Just don't ask me anything. I did the dare, let's move on." She closed her eyes and hugged her arms to herself. 

"Do you want us to, like, call the police or something," asked Maria.

"No," shouted Diane, jumping up in her seat before calming down. "No! No police! Let's just go and get on with our game, shall we?"

"But, Diane," said Laurie, before Diane interrupted her.

"No buts," insisted Diane. "No ifs, no buts and no coconuts, either! I was triple dog dared to sit in a car for an hour and sit in a car I did! End of story!" The girls stared at her in disbelief. Diane was embarrassed beyond belief that her friends knew she had a threeway with a pair of strangers. If they started telling people, if anyone found out about it, she would die of mortification. "End of fucking story!"

The girls exchanged awkward looks. Anna finally spoke up with a smile, "Ok, that means that Taylor is up. Taylor, pick someone to dare you!"

Taylor looked at the four girls still in the game. She knew, without a doubt in her mind, that she would do the dare she was given, no matter how lewd, or dangerous, or illegal it was. Still, she had no intention of letting Anna dictate her humiliation. Laurie was a polite girl, but the redhead was a cynic, prone to really dark moods, so Taylor discounted her too. In the back seat, Diane was done. Emma was a nice girl, but her parents infantilized her to a fault and Taylor always felt like Emma would break very, very bad when she got the chance. Maria was also a nice girl, but she was raised in a strict catholic home, and that might result in some pent up aggression, too. Taylor did a lot of internal deliberation on which of the two brunettes would supplant her will this evening, and finally, her chickenshit nature prevailed. "Maria," she said, after much prompting to hurry up, "dare me." The stocky, but voluptuous latina was a good catholic girl and Taylor thought her the safer choice.

"Bueno," said Maria with a wide smile. "Switch places with me, Anna, I'm driving us to my dare." The two girls got out of the car and changed places. Carsy took off downtown, leaving the other car to creak and rock in the front yard.

Maria drove them to an intersection and parked. "Bueno, linda," said Maria. "Taylor, I triple dog dare you to strip naked, put on my clothes, without underwear," stressed Maria, "and walk down Cedar Avenue, and meet us at the donut shop I worked in." Taylor took in the instructions and nodded.

Laurie saw the nod and objected, "Whoah! At this time of night, Cedar is a fucking hangout for prostitutes! If she walks down that street wearing your small clothes, she is going to get, like, fucking propositioned and shit!"

Maria calmly pointed down Cedar and said, "Up until a week ago, I worked there." She pointed in the opposite direction before continuing, "For a week more, I live over there. I walked Cedar after dark, every other Saturday, for three years now. She'll be fine."

Taylor said nothing and got out of the car. Maria joined her on the sidewalk and the two of them managed to undress Taylor and fit her into Maria's clothes without exposing her to any passing car. Maria, wearing Taylor's sweater and jeans, sleeves and pant legs rolled up many times, sat back in the car and handed Laurie Taylor's white undergarments for safekeeping. She lowered her window and told Taylor, "Be safe, chica, and take photos of yourself walking across every intersection!"

Maria started the engine and off they went to her former place of employment. Taylor turned on her heels, her sneakers and socks being the only pieces of her actual wardrobe now. She looked down Cedar in apprehension. Abandoned warehouses and empty storefronts lined the street. There were almost no cars parked in the street, and most of the streetlights didn't work. Taylor took a single, apprehensive breath and slowly let it out. She already knew she would do it, why was she nervous?

She started walking down the street. It was only six blocks. Fifteen minutes, tops. The short tennis skirt hung so low on Taylor's hips, the top of her ass crack was visible. Maria had tightened it as much as it could be, but still, Taylor's pubes were threatening to pop up and say hi. Maria didn't give Taylor her cardigan, so Taylor was walking in just a short halter top with spaghetti straps. The top barely came down over her nipples, so the lower halves of her boobs were on open display. So much of her body was on display that Taylor thought she would be less undressed if she was wearing just a bra and panties.

Taylor crossed the first intersection and took a picture of herself doing it. She could make out the prostitutes now. They regarded her with suspicion as she walked past, down the middle of the street. Their dead eyes sent a familiar shiver down her spine to her pussy. They were slaves. They existed solely to bring off the many faceless men that they were being rented out to. The cocks were their masters. The cocks were their reasons for being. The big, scary part of Taylor, that her upbringing conditioned her to suppress, sang out in envy. A dark part of Taylor's soul wanted to be owned, brought down to her knees in submission and used in filthy ways. Fear kept her from realizing those forbidden desires. Not the fear of strangers using her, or hurting her, but the fear of thoroughly enjoying that abuse and the dreaded suspicion she would be irreversibly changed if she ever indulged in such debasement. Only if she kept herself pure and proper, could she hope to someday be rid of these compulsions.

She took another photo of herself. Her strong, muscular legs carried her tall frame very quickly. Her juices were dripping down her thighs and her nipples were painfully erect. She noted some of the prostitutes were on the phone themselves. She slowed down some as she saw a pretty young thing on her knees, next to a dumpster, sucking a man off. He leered at Taylor and waved her over. Taylor responded by hurrying along down the street. At the third intersection, she took another photo of herself.

Just past the intersection, a car suddenly pulled up alongside her and stopped. Two men, one white and one black, jumped out and accosted her. "What have we here," asked the black man, looking up at Taylor's face. Taylor kept her eyes to the ground as she blushed in excitement. These men could do anything to her. The prostitutes wouldn't help her in any way. Without warning, he put his hands on her breasts and felt them up. 

The white man got behind her and reached under her skirt. Taylor stood still, despite the pleasure coursing through her at such insolent groping. "Holy fuck, man," he exclaimed, "She's gushing wet! She's not wearing a wire, an underwire, or any kind of underwear!" 

The black man lifted her meager top above her breasts and scanned her eyes for any kind of reaction. "Pray tell," asked the black man, "what is a tall drink of cocksucker, like you, doing walking down a street like this, wearing so little on a night such as this one?" 

Meanwhile, the white man kept stroking her pussy lips with one hand and took her phone with the other and looked through her photos. "She only took pictures of herself," he said to his colleague.

"Hmmm," intoned the black man, "Trying to prove something to yourself, are we?" He lifted Taylor's face by her chin until she finally looked him in the eye. He seemed to like what he saw in them, because he smiled. "Oooooh, guess what we got here, Billy! We got ourselves a slut!"

Billy set her phone on the hood of the car and used both his hands to knead her ass like it was his property. Taylor shuddered in joy and spread her legs a bit. Billy stood on tiptoes to whisper in her ear, "I love sluts!"

"Who doesn't," asked the black man rhetorically. He pulled Taylor out of Billy's hands and sat her down on the hood. The metal felt hot under her bare ass. He spread her thighs and propped her feet up on the bumper. He looked her pussy over. "You'll have to shave that bush clean off, girl. Customers won't like it." He groped her legs like she was a piece of cattle at a market and she squirmed in delight. A small moan escaped her lips, much to his amusement. He opened his zipper and took out his already hard cock. He aimed it at Taylor's pussy and pressed in.

The touch felt electric, her whole body galvanized. A small voice in her head told her to run, to scream for help, to do anything, because, if she got deflowered by a pair of pimps on the hood of a car in prostitute lane, she would never be the same again. Taylor sighed with a smile as the black man shoved his meat inside her. His flesh cleaving hers was unprecedented for her, she thought she was being reborn with every inch of penetration.

"Man," said the black man, "She's so wet, but so fucking tight!" He grunted as he put all his weight behind the thrust and yelled in triumph as he hilted himself inside her.

Taylor looked at him in adoration. This man now owned her, body and soul. He started pulling out and she whimpered at the loss. He quickly reversed himself and penetrated her again. Out and in again he went, faster and faster. Taylor wanted this to last forever, she wanted him to slow down and be in her longer, but she also wanted him to speed up and hump her like a man possessed. He made the choice for her and began picking up the pace. His cock drove her to ecstasy, but, before she got there, he stuffed all of his meat in her and tensed. He squirted his seed inside her with a series of grunts.

Taylor was ecstatic that she finally got a man to fuck her, she didn't care she didn't get the vaunted orgasm. All that mattered to her was that she was finally someone's. Even if she had yet to learn his name. The black man pulled out his limp dick and leaned against the car. Billy stepped up in his place. Taylor looked from his face to his dick and noted it was even wider than the black man's. He put it next to her entrance and pushed in.

Taylor let out a small scream as her sensitive pussy was being stretched for the second time. Billy pushed relentlessly until he was all the way inside her. It felt painful, and Taylor loved it. He gave her a few seconds to adjust and then he started to work himself in and out of her. His big balls slapped her ass on every stroke that ended in a flash of pain for her. Taylor raised her head up and looked him in the eye. He looked at her like she didn't matter, like she was just an interchangeable piece of anatomy. The black man was on the phone, ignoring them. She let her head drop and closed her eyes. She was finally being used. When Billy rammed himself inside her and busted his nut, she climaxed noisily and messily. Her powerful legs thrashed all about and her whole body shook in ecstasy.

Billy pulled out of her and took his phone out of his pocket. "Pull your pussy open," he ordered her. She reached down and complied. She could feel all of their sex juices sliding over her fingers. "Yeah, you gonna be a good earner, kid!" He aimed his phone at her and said, "Smile!" She did and he snapped a photo. "Alright, again," he said and took another photo of her, smiling as she is sitting on the hood of a car, holding her freshly fucked pussy open for the camera to see.

"We gotta go," said the black man to Billy. Billy put away his phone and zipped up. "What's your name," the black man asked of her.

"Taylor Sourkis," she replied.

"Well, Taylor Sourkis," he said, holding up her phone, "I got your name and your number. Tomorrow at noon, you're gonna be at this corner here and we'll come pick you up and take you away for some training and education. If you don't show, or if you're late, we're going to find all of your family and friends and people you work with, and we'll show these photos to everyone. You got that?"

She nodded eagerly and took back her phone when he gave it to her. "You be a good little slut," he continued, "and you show up here at high noon. Now go!" Taylor nodded with a smile and got off the hood. They drove off and she stared after them longingly. She ran the rest of the way to the donut shop, stopping only to photograph herself at the intersections. She smiled and her heart sang out in joy. She didn't care Maria's short skirt was flapping up to display her to anyone who looked her way. She was owned now, and soon, she will be put to filthy work.

Outside the donut shop, she stopped and caught her breath. She entered and spotted the girls. They were sitting at a corner booth and dunking their donuts into Kahlua strengthened coffee. She dropped her phone on the table and said, "Could I have my clothes, now?" Maria took one look at the pictures and then followed Taylor to the bathroom. The two of them exchanged clothes and Taylor put her underwear back on. If Maria could smell the fucking on Taylor, she said nothing. Taylor didn't care either way. She could barely stop herself from giggling all the time.

When they rejoined the girls at the booth, a silence was thick in the air. All eyes were turned to Maria in an accusatory manner. Laurie was the first to speak up, "So, Maria, we were just thinking that Taylor had such a lame ass dare. I mean, walking a mile is no big thing, right?"

Maria looked a bit nonplussed and then said, "Right, right. Piece of cake."

Anna asked her, "How often do you do that same walk?"

"Oh," Maria waved dismissively, "like, every day of the week that I don't have Carsy."

"Bullshit," spat Diane venomously. "We talked to your former colleagues, and guess what they just told us! Go on, guess!" Maria sat back with a busted face, but remained quiet. "I mean, they only just told us that you, like, never, ever walked down Cedar Avenue in your life. Like, not even in the daytime!"

Anna picked up the accusations, "Yeah, you are well known for mooching rides home and walking, like, in a circle around the entire neighborhood! You sent Taylor down a dangerous street and lied that it's safe. You even lied that you did it regularly! She could have said no and your punk ass would have lost!"

"She didn't say no," insisted Maria, "She did it and she's fine! Look at her! None of you know what it's like to have to walk miles out of your way here and there almost every fucking day, so don't you judge me! I'm done with that shit! I'm getting Carsy, cause I deserve it! Cause I was the girl most denied a ride in this group! Now stop this noise! Laurie, give me a dare!"

Laurie sat there, fuming quietly, and was surprised to hear Maria pick her. She hated the bitch for sending Taylor off into real danger like that. "A friend that didn't keep their friends safe, was no longer a friend," she thought to herself, "and someone who is not a friend is someone whom I no longer have to shield." In an instant, dutch courage helped Laurie decide her course of action. She was going to share her inner darkness with Maria. She was done with playing normal and keeping secrets. She cleared her throat and spoke to Maria, "Maria, I triple dog dare you to walk into my den, buck naked, and model for my father and ask him if you're a pretty little girl and not stop, or leave, until you get an answer."

The girls stared at Laurie in open-mouthed shock. "Que," asked Maria in bewilderment.

"You heard me the first time," said Laurie, smugly. "And this is a dare that I will do, gladly. So let's see you put your bare ass where you put Taylor's. Let's see just how much you need that car. You done been dared, girlie!" Laurie giggled maniacally.

"My goodness, Laurie," exclaimed Emma, "You walk in front of your father, completely undressed, and ask him such things?"

Anna snorted a laugh before saying, "I'd model naked for Mr. McArdle. Gladly. Your dad's hot, dude! He's got that whole Clooney vibe goin' on, ya know?"

Laurie smiled a vacant smile at Anna's comment and addressed Maria, "My dad's going to see a naked girl twirl in his den this night, Maria. You pick if it's me or you."




Triple Dog



Maria set her jaw. These gringas are not going to scare her off from her car. "You just let me in your house and stand aside, puta," she said, looking Laurie in the eye. Laurie laughed bitterly and they left the shop to go to the McArdle residence. 

The ride over was quiet and Maria and Laurie disembarked at their destination. Laurie opened the door and let Maria in. She locked the door behind her and returned to the car. She blasted the radio loud, to avoid talking to the girls.

Inside the house, Maria stood still in the quiet. She could faintly hear the sounds of the TV coming from upstairs. She wasn't sure is she could actually go through with it. Getting undressed in someone else's house was quite a bit out there for the stocky, young latina. Mr. McArdle was a terrific man. He was good looking and quite understanding of both Laurie and their little car-sharing group. He was, by far, the coolest parent she knew. Still, that did not guarantee he wouldn't call the cops to arrest her. He wasn't a push-over for young girls, he kept refusing Laurie's requests for her own car, for instance.

Maria fondly reminisced on all the times Mr. McArdle stayed cool, despite finding them doing some stuff that would make other parents freak out and send them off to bible camp or boarding school. Maria nodded to herself. He wouldn't panic seeing her, and she could very probably talk him out of calling the cops on her, or even telling people what a psycho Maria Lopez was. He could keep a secret. She quickly stripped naked and saw on her phone that she had wasted a lot of time already. She texted Laurie that she found her courage and is now going in.

Maria nervously wiped her palms on her thighs, reminding herself to shave her legs before going off to college next week. She crept up the stairs and down the hall to the den, where she peaked around the corner and saw Mr. McArdle watching TV. She set Diane's dad's camera on the floor, by the door, in order for the microphone to pick up the answer to the question. She needed proof, after all.

Taking one last, deep breath, she stepped into the room. "Good evening, Mr. McArdle," she exclaimed innocently, "am I a pretty little girl?" She twirled with arms raised. When she finished, he was staring at her in slack-jawed surprise. Maria gulped nervously as he slowly rose forward in his seat. The look in his eyes went from shocked to amused. "Am I a pretty little girl," she repeated.

"What did you say," he asked coolly.

Maria shuddered at the sound of his basso profundo voice. His whole presence and demeanor was very distracting for her. She forced herself to stay on task. She needed Carsy. She swallowed again and asked, "Am I a pretty little girl?"

He got up and she felt his eyes run up and down her form, judging her, evaluating her looks with his experienced eyes. She realized she wanted him to say yes. She wanted him to think her sexy. He walked closer to her. His easy smile nearly made her legs give out. He smelled of cigar smoke and expensive cologne. "No," he said.

Maria's heart sank as her jaw dropped. She felt like she had been slapped in the face. How could he say no? Couldn't he at least lie about it?

His hand reached out and stroked the side of her face. "No, Maria," he said, "You are not a pretty little girl, you are a beautiful young woman." Maria's heart raced even faster at that. She allowed herself to melt into his touch. "A very beautiful and sexy young woman," he murmured before leaning in for a kiss.

Maria was tingling in anticipation as his lips seemed to take forever to close the few inches of distance. His breath was so warm on her face. When his lips finally started to suck on hers, she moaned in wanton lust. He swept her into his embrace. His suit felt tantalizingly rough against her bare skin. She let her supple, young body be molded by his firm torso. His kiss took her breath away. His hands ran all over her body, touching, exploring, fanning the flames of lust. His touch was not that of impatient schoolboys that were only dating her to get some practice for their actual intendeds. This was a man's touch, sure and deft, and this man had no ulterior designs beyond giving her pleasure. Except, of course, for taking his own.

He turned her around in his embrace and cupped her breasts. Maria moaned in delight as his fingers strummed her areolas and sent tingles of pleasure down to her clit. She realized she was wet as she started squirming against him. He walked her over to the couch and had her kneel atop it. Maria put her elbows on the backrest and spread her knees. He took a few moments to caress her back and then ran his hands over her backside, squeezing and groping. Maria couldn't stay still. His fingers ran even lower and explored her pussy. Maria groaned impatiently.

"Do me, Mr. McArdle," she panted, "Please, do me hard!"

He shushed her and undid his zipper. Maria didn't bother taking a look at his dick, she just wanted it inside herself right away. He pressed his cock against her opening, using one hand to spread her lips wide open. They both sighed in delight as he started to penetrate her. He didn't stop until he was all the way inside her. Maria had never before felt so full. Slowly, he started exploring her pussy with his cock, determining where her pleasure zones were. It wasn't the impatient and brief in and out fucking she had gotten from boys at school before. This was a union of their bodies, meant to bring as much pleasure as was given, and all at the same time. She started clenching her pussy walls, just to feel the hard cock inside her push back. His grunt of approval made her blush with delight. 

Their bodies slowly rocked together as they sighed in unison. He would penetrate her with a gathering rhythm for a while, before changing his movements and stimulating a whole different set of pleasure points inside her. She continuously moaned, gasped and panted in pleasure. He brought her higher and higher, stoking her pleasure until her first ever orgasm burst forth to drown her in unbridled ecstasy. Her scream of pleasure was staggered by her whole body convulsing involuntarily. She felt like she was on fire. Her pussy clenched tight against his dick and she could feel the pulsing of the turgid flesh inside her as he came.

After her orgasm finally ended, she stayed bent over the back of the couch, enjoying the tender touch of his hands all over her sides. His cock softened and slipped out of her, sending shivers up her spine. He leaned down and kissed the back of her neck. She moaned in appreciation and he started to plant delightful kisses down her spine. "This is heavenly," murmured Maria.

He scooped her up in his arms and pressed her back against his shirt. "You are an angel," he whispered in her ear. "You know that, don't you?"

Maria was absolutely overwhelmed. A handsome, successful widower had just given her the first orgasm she ever had, followed by tender embraces and words of encouragement and comfort. She started to freak out a bit. She was too young to fall in love like this. This was too much for her. "I," she stammered, "I, I have to, like, go now."

He let her up off the couch and turned her around in his strong arms, giving her an inquisitive look. "Are you sure," he asked. "Couldn't you stay the rest of the night?"

Maria was tempted to fall asleep with this man and wake up in the morning in his arms, but it was too fast for her. "Yes, I'm sure," she said. "I, I, I have to, um, go and, um, meet your daughter."

He gave her a small, sad smile and a kiss on her forehead. "I understand," he sighed.

As he let go of her, she started to leave, but stopped and turned around. "Thank you," she said and paused, gesturing around, unsure how to thank a man for making love to her. He nodded with a smile of understanding. "No, um, no need to see me out. I'm ok." He nodded again.

She left the room and picked up the camera. She stopped it, rewound the recording to back when he said, "No," to her question and deleted the recording after that moment. She looked to the door and remembered it was locked. She went to the door and dressed, then called Laurie's phone. "Let me out, I'm done," she said and then hung up. She looked up the stairs nervously. She didn't know if she feared Mr. McArdle coming down the stairs or if she desperately wanted him to.

Finally, Laurie came and unlocked the door. Maria pushed out and ran to the car, climbing in the back seat. Laurie followed quickly and sat down in the front seat.

"Well," prompted Diane, "Did you do it?"

"Uh, yeah," responded Maria. She played the tape, showing her walking into the room bare-ass naked and then asking the question repeatedly until he answered it. The girls watched in slack-jawed awe, followed by exclamations of disbelief and general laughter.

"Ok," said Diane, "It took you, like, ten minutes to gather up your courage and then you did this, which took, like, one minute. But you were in there for, like, more than half an hour. Like, what else did you do in there?"

Laurie set her jaw and looked down. She already knew what the bitch had done with her dad. She already realized that Maria had been fucked by the man that adopted her when she was little. Her dad had taken her as his lover as soon as she started driving Carsy, and he said she was ready for love. He said that their connection was special and that they would be together for life, just the two of them. He had even planned to move his office so he could be with her while she studied, and now he went and fucked the first pussy that offered herself to him the way he liked Laurie to offer herself. She felt betrayed. She felt stupid for having sent Maria in there with that line.

The other girls in the car talked about something, mostly Maria lying about how she talked her father into not calling the cops on her, but Laurie paid them no mind. She was lost in betrayal. A sudden and strong punch on her shoulder brought her attention back to the car. She looked to Maria in the rear view mirror and the latina lowered her face in shame.

Anna punched Laurie for the second time and exclaimed, "Bitch, choose who dares you, or you're out of the game!"

"What," said Laurie flatly.

"Choose who dares you," Anna all but shouted. "Emma or me!"

"Emma has to dare me," said Laurie with a dead calm in her voice. "If you were to dare me, than Emma would be left to dare herself and how would that work exactly," she asked, with more than a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

Anna sat and fumed for a moment, before punching Laurie's shoulder for the third time. Laurie gave no reaction. "Alright, Emma," said Diane, eager to move things along, "give Laurie her triple dog dare, will ya?"

Emma gulped nervously and wiped her palms on her pink skirt. This night had taken a decidedly adult turn, what with all the dares being sexual in nature. A part of her tingled in anticipation of being given an excuse to do something adult, like Diane's threesome. Another part of her tingled with growing dread as the dares got more and more, well, daring. Emma's parents did their level best to keep their only child as childlike as possible, and they had actually succeeded, after a fashion. Emma's first, and so far only, step towards adulthood had been the car sharing agreement with the girls. Sitting behind the wheel of Carsy were the only times in her life so far that anyone could mistake her for the adult that she technically was.

Emma wanted to win and keep Carsy, but her only sexual experience so far was watching the porno she had bought once at the adult bookstore. And she had only gone in there because she thought it was the place to get the Twilight books. She was mortified to find herself surrounded by huge dildos and leering, seedy looking men. When the clerk by the door asked her what she was looking for, she had just grabbed the first thing that wasn't shaped like genitals and went to the register. That's how she bought her prized DVD.

Emma's eyes lit up. "Laurie," she said, "I triple dog dare you to go into the adult bokstore on Euclid and proposition a man you find in there!"

"What," asked Anna flatly, "Only proposition? She doesn't have to go through with it?"

Emma nodded in embarrassment. Laurie turned the key and started making their way to Euclid Avenue. "Remember," said Anna, "If she doesn't do it, you have to!" Emma gulped nervously as she realized her predicament. She was the last to do a dare and Anna would certainly have something nasty in mind for her. She didn't want to lose Carsy in such a chickenshit manner as giving up.

Laurie, meanwhile, showed absolutely no outward sign of the seething rage that was consuming her. Emma's dare was a perfect chance for revenge. Her daddy's pretty little girl fucked in a changing room of the sex shop's lingerie and strap-on section sounded perfect to her.

They found the sex shop easily and they all got out to browse the store and witness what they thought would be Laurie's humiliation. The girls stuck together as a group, following Laurie at a distance while she scanned the men ogling her in the shop. She hefted the camera and considered them all, one by one. She wanted the grossest one there to defile her so she could show her daddy the tape.

Suddenly, Diane ducked back around a corner. "Guys," she whispered, "Don't look now, but over there is that guy that, um, he used to work for Mr. McArdle, or something?" The girls slowly peaked around the corner at the short, thin, bald man that was perusing the condoms and lubricants section.

"Holy fuck," exclaimed Anna, "She is going to just die!" The girls giggled and began silently rooting for Laurie to turn to her right and spot the man. They expected the suave redhead to finally be skeeved out by being seen in a sex shop by a friend of her father.

Laurie was trying to decide between the fat, bearded man that was leering at her and the thin, nervous one that was ogling her, while trying to give the impression he wasn't, when she heard the girls giggling behind her. She rolled her eyes and started to turn to glare at them, when she caught a familiar glimpse out of the corner of her eye. In the aisle next to her, James Gould, her dad's former business partner, was looking at the wares. Laurie smiled in joy. This was the perfect revenge. She fluffed out her wavy, red hair and approached Mr. Gould.

"Good evening, Mr. Gould," she said, politely.

To his credit, Gould didn't show one ounce of embarrassment to be seen in a sex shop. Laurie's estimation of the man rose slightly. He turned to Laurie and adjusted his spectacles. "Laurie," he said with a nod of greeting. 

"You know, Mr. Gould," said Laurie, in a confidential tone of voice, "I always thought it was terrible the way my father bought you out of your company for peanuts just before he closed that deal with Flettner Industries that made him rich." Gould just grunted noncommittally. "A big part of you must be raw for some kind of revenge, no?"

Gould started looking her over with a bit of suspicion. "What's the camera for," he asked.

Laurie hefted Emma's dad's camera and asked, "This? Well, I thought that you might be willing to get some revenge on my dad, and what better way than to defile his only child in the changing room of a sex shop and then send him the tape."

Gould cast a glance at a gaggle of girls in the next aisle that let out a bunch of shocked gasps. "I'm not in the mood for pranks," he said dismissively.

Laurie undid the button and zipper on her jeans. She stepped into his personal space and took hold of his wrist. She brought his hand into her panties. His eyebrows rose in surprise. He could feel dew under her bush. "You're wet," he said.

Laurie nodded. "Fuck me," she said. "Violate me. Defile me. Record it all on tape and use it against my father. Use it to hurt him."

"How old are you, again," he asked.

"Eighteen, Mr. Gould," she answered quickly.

Gould scanned her face for a sign of hesitation, but found none. He nodded and she took her hand off of his. He stroked her pussy lips with his fingers and slowly hooked one finger inside of her. She tensed and gasped in delight. He gave a nod and a hand sign to the sales clerk behind her and, after he nodded a second time in acknowledgement, started leading her to the changing rooms by the pussy. She felt a bit awkward to be seen following a man walking backwards with his hand in her pants, but she shrugged it off. She was about to do much, much worse.

The changing room had just enough space for the two of them. A big mirror took up the entire wall opposite the door. She turned on the camera and hung it by the strap from one of the pegs. "Strip," was his simple command. She pulled her T-shirt over her head to reveal a simple, black bra containing her C-cup, alabaster breasts. She reached behind herself and undid the bra clasp, setting her tits loose. Next, she rolled her tight, black jeans down her legs and stepped out of them. Her black panties quickly followed and she stood before him, clad only in ankle socks and her two inch, black wedges.

She checked herself out in the camera's screen, turned towards them. She was definitely hot. She gave the camera a smile and a little wave.

"On your knees, cunt," he sneered.

She knelt before him and undid his zipper, without any prompting. She fished around the flap of his underwear and carefully extracted his hardening cock. She took a long lick along its underside as she looked at the camera lens. When she pushed back the foreskin and engulfed the head of his cock with her mouth, it hardened all but instantly. He gave a grunt and ordered, "Suck it good, bitch!"

She pressed her lips tight around the member and created a seal. The taste was similar to her dad's. Her cheeks hollowed as she applied suction. She began running her head up and down his shaft, twisting to get her tongue to cover all of his glans. On every third stroke or so, she would take the chance to look at the camera with smiling eyes, knowing her adopted father would see this. She was getting so turned on sucking Mr. Gould's dick, she started to honestly want him. She could taste his salty pre cum.

Soon, Gould started groaning and he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. His cock popped out of her mouth. She gasped for breath and looked to him for instructions. "Bend over, bitch," he gasped at her. She stood on wobbly legs and faced the mirror. She put her hands against it for balance as she bent over, presenting her pussy and ass for unhindered access. "Beg for it!"

Laurie flipped her hair out of the way and addressed the camera, "Oh, please, Mr. Gould, please fuck me with your hard cock! Please fuck me good, Mr. Gould, you're turning me on so much! Please, fuck me!" She looked back at the sound of rustling and was surprised to see him fitting a condom over his cock. The condom had some sort of a ring at the root of the cock and Gould's dick started to hum. "What's that," she asked, in genuine curiosity.

"Never mind," he dismissed her query. "Face front and brace yourself!" She gave the camera one last wink and readied herself for penetration. She gasped and squealed in delight and surprise when the tip of his vibrating cock started to part her pussy lips. The head of his cock entered her and pressed hard against the most sensitive parts of her pussy. The vibrations were sending miniature explosions of delight through her body. She had never before experienced anything like that.

"Wha-ha-ha-hat is tha-ha-hat," she asked, gasping for breath.

"A vibrating condom," he answered and penetrated her fully. "You're so tight!" Her whole body began to jerk and twist of its own accord under this pleasurable assault. Her whole vagina was a conduit for pleasure and she truly didn't know if her body was trying to get away from the throbbing member inside of her, or get it to stay there for ever.




Triple Dog



Gould grabbed her hips and steadied her. He started working in and out of her, his hard, vibrating member making her squirm with a fast approaching orgasm. "Am I a better lover than your father, you whore," he shouted the question at her.

She turned her face to look at the camera once more and shouted, at the top of her voice, "YES!" He swept her hair from her face and used it to point her face at the camera. She was yelping in preorgasmic delight almost continuously. He stopped penetrating her and held his hot, gloved meat deep inside her. She came with a banshee-like wail. Her skin flushed and her whole body rocked with the force of her orgasm. The cock inside her kept vibrating and she soon experienced a second rush of ecstasy, just after the first one finished.

By the time the spastic energizer bunny inside her cunnie made her explode in orgasm for the third time, she had screamed her throat raw. Gould pulled out of her and let her drop to her knees. Energized by the ecstasy, she turned towards him and saw him peeling the condom off his hard cock. As he grasped her by the hair again and started to masturbate, she realized he hadn't cum yet. She smiled for the camera and winked.

Gould came with a grunt and his seed flew all over her face in five big spurts. She smiled with her eyes closed and issued a murmur of delight. He wiped his cock clean on her cheek and tucked it away. "Eat my cum, cunt," he ordered, breathlessly. She faced the camera and slowly wiped his seed from her face with a finger that she then thoroughly licked clean, all accompanied by her little moans of delight. When she was done, she smiled and winked at the camera again.

Gould removed a peg from the wall behind her and took the camera in his hand. "Turn around and face the hole in the wall," he ordered. She looked at him in confusion, but obeyed nonetheless. A hard cock stuck out into the booth. Her jaw dropped in surprise. "They watched your horny ass through the two way mirror. Now, you'll suck their cocks and let them cum all over your face for the camera." Laurie looked up at him in amazement. Being used as a cum slut by faceless strangers was the perfect revenge.

She grasped the hard meat and began to lick its tip. She engulfed the head and ran her tongue lovingly all over it. The camera was at her side, filming away, catching every slurp and moan. Two knocks were heard on the drywood wall and Gould pulled Laurie's face off the cock. "Smile for the camera as you jack him off," he instructed. "Smile for daddy, Laurie!"

Laurie looked at the camera's lens and smiled a broad, satisfied smile as her dainty hand ran up and down the cock right in front of her face. It sprayed her in three quick spurts she caught across her cheek. She milked the cock with her hand, and gave it a few licks to clean it, before releasing the stranger's meat. She swiped the cum from her cheek and temple and fed it to herself. She moaned in delight.

Another cock, this one short and circumcised, popped out of the hole and Laurie quickly assaulted it with her mouth and hand. She slurped away, until she heard the two knocks on the wall. She let go of the hot meat and opened her mouth just as it started to unload its seed. She caught it all in her mouth or on her upper lip. She swallowed and stuck her tongue out for the camera to see. She fed herself her own cumstache. 

"Say bye, bye to the camera, sweet thing," directed Gould.

"Bye, bye," she said with a wide smile and a little wave, and Gould stopped the camera. 

He removed the tape and held it up for her to see. "Don't worry," he said, "I'll only use this to torment your father. If anyone else sees this, it'll be his doing." He put the tape in his pocket. "I suppose this was a one-time thing, right? No chance of a follow-up visit?" Laurie considered the offer for a moment, before shaking her head no. "Ah, well, good while it lasted," he said amiably and left the booth.

Laurie got dressed and picked up the camera. She replaced the peg in the wall and left the cabin. She looked around for the girls, but all she saw was a bunch of men ogling her with knowing looks. Her thirst for vengeance slaked, she realized that, even if she only brought two of them off, more had likely seen her show, and all had heard of it by now. She ran out of the store, the clerk's call of "Come back anytime," following her.

She jumped into Carsy's back seat. Anna, Diane and Maria were in the front, Emma and Taylor were in the back with her. They all peppered her with questions about her sanity. All of them had outraged tones of voice.

Laurie waited for them to take a breath, before she said, "I'm a big girl and who I fuck, when and where is my business. Besides, if you're so concerned with my well being, why were you out here and not in there?! Anyone could have walked in and continued to fuck me! I could have been gangbanged by those seedy fuckers in there and where were my girls to watch my back?"

The girls sat quietly for a few seconds, before Maria spoke up, "We were scared, those men were looking us over like we were meat."

"Whatever," snorted Laurie, "I got my fuck on. Thanks for the dare, Emma. Let's finish this game. I believe our dear, little Emma is the last one up. Be careful with what you dare her, Anna, you might be the one that does it in the end!"

Emma wished Laurie hadn't said that. Any admonishment to be careful was like a red flag to a bull for Anna and her horns were pointing at Emma right now. Anna turned around in her seat and gave an evil grin at Emma. "Anna," said Emma, quietly, "please."

Anna smiled wide. "Aw, look at you" she drawled, "lookin' at me with those giant, brown eyes. You're like a shivering, wet puppy when you're like that. Who could possibly do anything to hurt or humiliate you." Anna's words would have given Emma some comfort, but for the sarcastic undertone in her voice. "Well, I could, for one!" Anna laughed heartily, like she had just made a great joke. She put a finger to her chin and stared at the roof of the car. "Hmmmm," she stalled, "what would be a good dare for such an innocent like our Emma? What indeed?"

Emma hugged her sides nervously. She knew Anna, the queen of impatience, well enough to know she had already decided things if she was putting on such a verbose act. She patiently waited. "Oh," exclaimed Anna, "I think I got it! Yes! Yes, I got it! Emma, darling Emma, I triple dog dare you to do a striptease and pole dance at the Tittie Licker and earn enough money to pay for our round of drinks there!"

The girls were no longer shocked by the sexual nature of their contest. Emma's mouth fell open at the challenge all the same. "Hang on," said Laurie, "that's not a fair dare. The drinks in those kinds of clubs are ridiculously overpriced! Like, five times the normal rate and stuff! How much money she earns depends on the guys at the club. You have to give her a dare that is all up to her!"

Anna coolly replied, "How much money a stripper earns, depends on the stripper. If darling Emma dearest doesn't think she can do it, I will. And I'll get them to throw hundreds of dollars at me." Anna cackled.

"It's all moot," said Diane with finality, "We would have to be 21 to drink and we're 18 year olds."

"Drive us to the club," said Anna to Diane, "My cousin works the bar and we'll be served with a smile."

"That's if we're allowed in, in the first place," mumbled Maria.

"Oh, we will be," said Anna with a mysterious smile, "We will be."

Diane gave the other girls a questioning look, and when they shrugged back at her, she started the car and drove them to the Tittie Licker, a seedy "gentlemen's club", just outside of town. The parking lot was almost full. "There'll be plenty of guys in there," Laurie warned Emma, "What if someone recognizes you?"

Emma shrugged nonchalantly. If someone saw her strip naked and told her parents, they fucking deserved to hear it, at least in her book. To this day, she had no idea how much money her parents had or even earned. They told her they couldn't afford to send her away to college, but Emma wasn't stupid. She could tell they had enough for it. They just didn't want their baby girl to be off somewhere without them. 

They forbade her from getting a job and gave her a tiny allowance each Monday. She tried to save up her money to buy a car, but if it hadn't been for the girls and Carsy, that dream would never have come true either. She had to spend her teenage years on studying to get a full ride academic scholarship, because it was the only way to get away from her parents' suffocating grip. Now, less than a week away from freedom, she wanted more. She wanted to show everyone she was an adult. There was no better way than an adult dance at an adult club, in front of adults, now was there?

The bouncer at the door greeted Anna with a nod and waved them all through. The club was almost completely full. They looked around the smoky interior and saw the men, mesmerized by dancers on the stage, throw their money at them, or hook it in their stockings. Anna spotted an empty table near the back and led them there. Emma could hardly peel her eyes from the girls on stage. They were so sexy. And there was so much money in their stockings!

The girls took their seats and Anna slammed her hand on the table. "You guys guard the table," she said to the girls, before turning to Emma, "I'll show you to the stage manager and then I'll get us those drinks." Anna and Emma left the table. The closer things were to becoming real, the more Emma's legs threatened to give out. Her insides were knotting up. Anna led her by the arm to a tall, bald man and shouted something in his ear, but Emma couldn't make it out over the music. The man shouted back and nodded and Anna let go of Emma and left her there.

The man looked Emma over and opened a door. He waved her in. Emma took a deep breath and walked through the door. As soon as he followed her in and closed the door behind them, the music became barely audible. "This way," he said and led her past the dressing rooms full of naked and semi-naked girls. Emma snuck a quick peek, but followed him into an office. He closed the door behind them and they were all alone in the quiet.

He walked around her and looked her over, critically. "Lose the shirt," he said.

"Why," she asked, reflexively.

"So I can see if you're worth being let on stage, girl," he answered her like she was stupid, "I can't just let anyone off the street on the stage. You gotta be hot and you gotta be nasty to get on my stage. I got a reputation to protect, you know."

It made sense, so Emma unbuttoned her pink shirt and revealed her thin, white undershirt that outlined her bra. "Show me how big those are," he said, meaning her breasts. She blushed as she took off her undershirt and then unhooked her bra. She shrugged out of it, not quite able to look into his eyes as she did that. She could hear him sigh. "Those are plenty big, and perky, but you're not nasty enough for my stage. Get dressed and get out."

Emma was stunned. Did he just compliment her or insult her? She looked in his eyes and practically shouted, "I am an adult! And I can be as nasty as I want!"

The man rolled his eyes and pointed at his door. "The door's that way, little girl," he said, redundantly.

Emma suppressed a childish tantrum that she was feeling coming on and took a deep, calming breath. "Are you trying to say that your patrons wouldn't like to see these," she gestured at her big boobs, "shaking at their faces?" She gave her torso a quick, little shake to punctuate her question.

The man sat down at his desk and sighed before replying, "It's not about your looks, sweetie, you're prettier than most my girls. It's about your attitude. No one likes a young girl that is hesitant and passive. It makes them uncomfortable. Most of the guys out there have daughters, probably your age, too. If I let you out there, acting like that, you'd scare them off as soon as their glasses were empty."

"Well, how do I need to act," she asked.

"If you have to ask," he trailed off and pointed at the door as he picked up a clipboard. Emma was confused and defensive up to that point, but now she was angry and insulted. Her ta-tas were out in the open and this guy wasn't even looking at them. She wasn't a little girl any more and she was going to prove it. Drawing on the porn DVD she had all but memorized, she went over to stand between his knees.

She looked him in the eyes with a small smile and slowly sank to her knees before him. His eyebrows rose, but he made no comment as she undid his zipper and started fumbling around his underwear. He rose in his seat and pushed his pants and boxers down, freeing his hardening cock. Emma's mouth opened as she saw her first real life cock ever. It was smaller than the ones in the porno, so her fears of someday getting hurt by one were dismissed with a giggle.

"Hey," shouted the man, reprimanding her.

She looked back into his eyes, porn star stile, and purred, "Sorry. It's a pretty," she bit back the word little, "big cock you got there." She grasped his member with one hand and lowered her face into his lap. She closed her eyes as she wrapped her lips around it. It was soft and hot, but its inside was hard and pulsating slightly. It tasted unlike anything she had ever tasted before, but it was salty and reminded her of a fish steak she had once.

She acted like the porn stars in the movie did and began to stroke her hand up and down the shaft, while her tongue ran all over his head, particularly the very tip. She applied suction with her mouth and he started to groan. She hazarded a look up at his face as he grabbed her hair with both hands. He pushed her head down his cock until it was touching the back of her throat. She started to gag on it and fought back the instinct to throw up. He kept pressing and his cock slipped past her mouth into her throat.

She fought back her stomach's clenching as bile and donuts and coffee rose in her throat, blocking her air supply. She swallowed as best she could around the member in her throat, to keep her vomit from reaching it and her nose. She could hardly draw even the tiniest of breaths and her vision was starting to dim. He was groaning above her and his cock started to twitch inside her mouth and throat. After a while, he pulled out and Emma swallowed hard before taking a deep, shuddering breath and inhaling a little of his cum and her vomit.

She coughed and retched, trying to put everything back in its place. He laughed. "You suck really well," he complimented her, "Most beginner girls her would vomit all over my cock if I did that to them. It's a hundred bucks to get on stage."

When Emma caught her breath, she stood up and angrily asked, "What do you mean, a hundred bucks?! I just blew you!"

"Yes," he agreed, softly, "that was your audition and you passed. Now you have to pay me a hundred dollars to get on stage. Every girl has to. It's how we do business around here. You pay me a hundred and you get four turns on the pole this evening." He gave her an easy smile before continuing, "Don't worry, you'll make three times that, easy!"

"I," she hesitated, "I only want to do the one dance."

"The price is four dances for a hundred bucks, and there's no negotiating. You can do just the one dance, or two, or three, but it costs a hundred bucks to get on stage, no matter how much you dance."

"But I blew you," she exclaimed.

He gave an exasperated sigh. "What the hell is this," he shouted at her, "Get the fuck out of my office and ask all the other girls if you think I'm trying to use you! It's a hundred - no, fuck it! Get the hell out of my office, you dumb bitch!"

"No," she exclaimed, " No! Wait, please! I want to dance, I just, I don't have the cash to pay for it."

He seemed to calm down a bit and he took the time to look at her boobs again. Emma gave him a small smile and shook them again. He barked out a laugh and shook his head. "Alright," he said with a sigh, "You can pay me back after your first dance." He stood up and took her by the elbow. "Let's leave your clothes here, you'll come back to get them when you pay me."

He led her to the dressing rooms and introduced her to the only dressed and middle aged woman there. "This is Betty," he told her, "She'll help you pick out your costume and she can do alterations on the fly. You'll also return your costume here to her after you're done on stage." Emma, still topless, shook hands with the woman that casually eyed her figure.

He led Emma past all the dressing and undressing girls and knocked on a door. A young, latino man opened it and popped his head in. "Sean, this is Emma," he introduced them, "She's gonna dance tonight. Emma, Sean is our DJ, you tell him what music you want, ok?" Emma nodded and shook Sean's offered hand. She noted he took the chance to ogle her boobs. It made her feel all tingly inside. Sean ducked back into his booth and the manager led her back to the corridor. He waived to a big, burly guy at the door and he came over.

"Emma, this is Joe," he introduced them, "Joe, this is Emma, the new girl. She's gonna be performing on credit tonight, so you don't let her out unless I say so, alright?" Joe leered at Emma's boobs and nodded at the instructions. Emma, suddenly desperate to keep everyone playing nice, extended her hand to Joe, who just ignored her and returned to his post by the backstage door.

"Come see me after you're done," said the manager and went into his office. Emma was left there, staring at Joe as he was eating her up with his eyes. He was a scary looking individual, but his hard gaze made her feel hot inside and outside. Betty took her by the crook of her arm and led her back into the dressing rooms. "Don't let Joe scare ya, kid," she advised, "He's a dear heart, and won't hurt you. Now, what will your costume be?"

"Um," Emma floundered when it came down to details. "Schoolgirl," she offered.

Betty nodded and said, "Yeah, you got the looks for it, but we had four schoolgirls up already tonight." Her eyes lit up and she led Emma to a dressing table. "How about this one," she asked, holding up a costume.

Emma's mouth hung open as she took it all in. It was a pale pink nightie that was almost transparent. Under it was a pair of white stockings that would be cinched low on her thighs with giant, pink bows. The french-cut panties were powder blue. A powder blue, brief halter top and pink, lacquered pumps completed the ensemble. Emma shuddered in delight. This was reminiscent of the kind of infantile crap her parents made her wear around her house. It was, of course, far more revealing. To strip out of that on stage, what could be a more perfect declaration of adulthood for her?

"Oh, I can see you like it," said Betty, smiling. "We'll tie your hair off in pigtails and do your make up like a china doll. It'll be great. They'll go nuts out there," she said, meaning the patrons. Emma nodded and tried to think of music and moves while Betty busied herself with preparations.

Twenty-five brief minutes later, Emma was in costume, standing at the edge of the stage and watching the girl dancing right now. She ate up her moves and timing. She kept wiping her damp palms on her nightie. Sean had asked her for her music and she admitted she had no idea what she would dance to. She explained to him what kind of a dance she'd like to give and he took in her costume and quickly came up with a bubblegum-pop number that was dominated by a Betty-Boop type voice singing inane, childish lyrics. She quickly agreed to it and he let her listen to it a few times on headphones.

"And now," boomed Sean's voice over the loudspeakers, "Please, put your arms together for the lovely and talented, and seriously, folks, give her a warm welcome, it's her very first time on stage, it's the young and sexy Emmanuelle!"




Triple Dog



A spotlight found Emma as she stood on the edge of the stage, with her back turned to the patrons. A hush fell on the crowd as their brief applause died out. The music started and Emma let it guide her through her dance. She approached the pole nervously. As soon as the spotlight stopped blinding her, she could see the men eating her up with their eyes. She laughed, realizing for the first time in her young life what it was like to be lusted after, and let go of all of her inhibitions. She was a grown woman now and she danced like a slut in heat, simply because she wanted to. Because it made her feel good.

Her skimpy clothing soon left her and she found herself skipping a pretend rope in time with the music, clad only in her stockings. Her breasts flew around like they had horny minds of their own and the money started raining down on her podium. She knelt down and crawled to the men lining her podium as Sean extended the music. As soon as a man stuck some cash in her stocking top, she turned her ass towards him and shook it in his face, letting him get a good look at her bare pussy and ass. A couple of them took sniffs of her privates, most spanked her and one actually managed to get a lick in. Emma laughed their attentions off and crawled to the next patron, but she could feel herself dripping with arousal.

By the time the music finally finished, she was holding a big, crumpled up wad of cash in one hand, and both of her stockings were full. Her breasts were heaving as she crouched down to pick up every last bill that was thrown on stage. The men were applauding her and crudely professing their love, or more often lust, for her. She blushed. They were making her seriously horny. A part of her wanted the men to rush up on stage and take her, right there and then. She felt a desire to be fucked and used for pleasure, the likes of which she never before even dreamed possible.

She ran off the stage, followed by a very big applause, and Sean introduced the next girl. Crossing the dressing rooms, Emma dropped off her costume and went into the manager's office. He said, "The crowd loves you." He looked up from his papers and looked her over, flushed and breathing heavily with arousal. "Are you sure you don't want to dance a second time? Or a third," he asked with a smile.

"No," she said, hoarsely, "I'm sure. I did my dance and I'm done."

"Shame that, princess," he said, ogling her money, "You could make a lot more of that."

"Speaking of money," she said, holding up her fist full of cash, "I don't have any to pay you with." His smile vanished and his brow drew down. Emma's heart was beating like it was going to give out at any minute. She started to stuff her cash in the tops of her stockings, where the rest of it already was.

She had overheard a pair of girls in the dressing room talking, earlier. One complained how she had no money, but needed it for her kid's medication. She said she promised to pay the manager back after her dance, but confided in her friend that she would rather "work it off" as she really needed the cash for her kid. The other made it very clear that a girl could always work it off in this club. Emma braced herself mentally. With her newfound independence came the desire to be rid of her virginity, the last vestige of her childhood.

The manager calmly watched her stuff her cash next to her thighs. His eyes lingered on her heaving bosom, decorated with erect nipples and then asked, in a serious tone of voice, "Are you sure about that, little one?"

Emma bristled at the appellation and glared daggers at him. "Fuck yeah, I'm sure," she declared, "unless, you're not man enough to do it!"

He got up and went to the door. He opened it and shouted, "Joe, get Sean and come in here, the both of you!" He closed the door and cleared some stuff from his desk to make room for her. He rapped his knuckles on the desk and nodded towards it. Emma slowly sat on the spot. The door opened and in came Joe and Sean.

"Wassup, Gary," asked Sean of their manager.

"Well, boys," said Gary, "I let this little cutie on stage with the promise of her paying me afterwards, but she says she's got no money." Joe and Sean immediately looked down, past her flushed boobs and naked pussy to the tops of her stockings. "She says she'll work off her debt."

The two men smiled knowing smiles. Sean said, "I got some time before I gots to go change the music!" Joe just nodded his agreement.

"Well, go on, then," said Gary to Sean.

Sean pulled out his cock and stepped to a suddenly nervous Emma. He lifted her legs by the backs of her knees. "Lie back an' think of England, yo," he told her. As Emma lay back, he hooked her knees over his elbows and she felt something hot press against her cunnie. The head of Sean's hardening cock parted her lips slowly and then began rubbing up and down. Emma was panting in anticipation. This already felt much better than her poor pillow ever did, and she knew this was just the beginning. Sean started to push in, parting her flesh and Emma moaned in pleasure.

Sean grabbed her boobs and began to feel them up and pinch her nipples. Each touch made her squirm in delight, sucking his meat deeper into her cunnie. "Fuck, you is tight, girl," he exclaimed. Emma felt his hairy balls touch her ass and she knew she was fully penetrated. However, the dick inside of her kept splitting her wider and wider as its throbbing tip was pushing even deeper, despite Sean holding still. Places of pleasure she had no idea were hidden deep inside her, were all getting touched now.

"You're growing," she asked Sean.

"Hell yeah," he smiled at her. He bent down to lick one of her nipples and sucked it into his mouth, nibbling on it. He let it go and said, "I'm all the way hard now, girl!" He began to rock his body against hers. His cock kept rubbing up against all of her pussy's inside and the sensations were incredibly good. Emma started to squeal in pleasure as the pressure inside of her was mounting. She had masturbated to orgasm many times before, but those were like summer breezes to a hurricane, when compared to what her body was going through right now.

Sean reached over and began to maul her tits in time with his thrusts. He started gyrating his heaving hips and sparks of pleasure began to fly from her clit. Her whole body heaved in ecstasy as she was caught in the throes of her biggest orgasm yet. Her sweaty skin flushed as she screamed, "Yes! Fuck! Yes!"

Sean slammed all the way inside of her and held there. She could feel him squirt his hot seed inside of her cunt and she loved the feeling. After he was finished, the two of them shared a long, sleepy look, before he pulled out and put his cock away. He nodded at Emma and left the room, still catching his breath. Joe, cock already out, immediately stepped in his place and picked Emma up in his strong arms. 

He flipped her over onto her stomach and began running his hands over her pale ass. His rough hands on her soft bottom made her squirm and rub her hard nipples harder into the desk under her tits. He lifted a hand and let it come down with a loud smack.

Emma yelped and flinched. She craned her neck to look at Joe. "Naughty girl," he said to her, grinning. "I'm gonna punish you with this," he said as he held up his big, hard cock. Emma's mouth flew open at the sight of it. He used the hard meat to poke at her asscheek a few times, before he smiled an evil smile and aimed it at her cunt. He slammed himself into her in one thrust.

Emma cried out in dismay. She felt like he was literally tearing her apart with the giant member. He laughed and pulled all the way out before slamming it all the way back in. He kept going in the same vein, picking up the pace. Emma felt that Sean fucked way better and then she realized that Joe didn't give a shit what she felt, this ramming was all about him and his pleasure. The realization calmed her down and she accepted the brutal, monotonous fucking. Her tits were squashed under her and her nipples sent messages of pain and pleasure to her brain. After a few minutes more, a grunting Joe slammed into her and stopped, his hot cock twitching inside of her in time with the rest of his body. She felt his seed fill her up and she sighed in relief.

Joe pulled out and put his cock away. He left the room without a word goodbye. Emma closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of being fucked. Her pussy and tits were so sensitive, she couldn't tell if they were transmitting pleasure or pain to her brain. Gary got up and stood behind her. He kneaded her buttocks and she moaned in appreciation. Something hard and slimy pressed between her cheeks and brushed up against her asshole.

The fog of lust instantly cleared from Emma's mind as she realized he intended to fuck her ass. "No," she exclaimed, "No! No, please! Not there! Please, don't!"

He shushed her. "You owe me, girl," he reminded. "Two fucks and one anal come up to a hundred." He lowered his mouth to whisper in her ear. "And there's no more backing out now, girl!" She shuddered at the moist breath in her ear. "Don't worry," he continued, "it's a lubricated condom. Won't be any problem for a slut like you."

Emma was scared. She wanted to scream for help and admit she was a virgin, admit she still is an anal virgin, but a part of her insisted she see this through. A part of her admonished her, "Grown ups have to deal with the consequences of their actions, Emma!" She lay there on the table and groaned as his big cock started to press into her ass.

"Relax, girl," he instructed her and she did. His cock popped into her ass and she yelped in pain. He held still, enjoying the tightness of her sphincter, and she slowly realized there was no pain involved. Sure, her ass felt really uncomfortable and she feared she might take a shit at any point, but it wasn't the kind of burning agony she feared. Soon, Gary started to thrust deeper into her and the lube made the cock glide effortlessly in and out of her ass. His thrusts resonated throughout her body, making her hear her heartbeat in her ears. When his balls started to slap her clit, she realized she was definitely enjoying herself.

Suddenly, Gary picked up her torso and wrapped an arm around her tits to hold her up. His other hand snuck down lower and began to strum her clit. As he resumed his thrusts, his forearm rubbed against her nipples and the sensations were leading her inexorably to another orgasm. Gary painfully tightened his grip across her tits and pinched her clit as he slammed into her and began cumming. Emma went mad with pleasure and screamed out her second orgasm of the night.

She stood there in his arms and enjoyed the aftershocks, for a minute or so, until he pulled out of her without warning. Emma panicked as she felt like she would definitely take a shit right there. She managed to hold it in, but she definitely needed to take a dump now. Gary gave her tit a squeeze and let her go. He handed her a towel. "Wipe yourself off," he instructed.

Emma wiped herself off and stripped off her stockings, carefully gathering all of her money. Despite just having him in her bowels, she felt awkward and nervous that Gary was watching her intently. She dressed in her clothes, seeing that Betty brought her skirt, hose and panties to the office while she was on stage. She stood and faced Gary. "Thanks for the best night of my life," she said honestly, if a bit hesitantly.

"You're welcome to come back anytime, girl," he responded with a smile.

"Toilet," she inquired.

"Door across from mine," he pointed. Emma left the office and used the restroom. Afterwards, she checked her appearance out in the large mirror and, satisfied she didn't look freshly fucked, she left the toilet. Joe leered at her like she was still naked and Emma quickly brushed past him to exit the backstage area. He gave her the heebie-jeebies, no matter what Betty had said.

Outside, in the main room, she found the girls and went over to their table. "Where the fuck were you so long," shouted Anna.

"I had to get into costume, and pick out music," Emma started listing her activities.

"No, no," interrupted Laurie, "We knew about that, we mean, where were you since you got off stage, it's been more than a half an hour ago? We were about to bust down the door and come rescue you!"

"I had to take a shower," lied Emma. The girls nodded and accepted the explanation.

"Well," prompted Anna, "Go pay four our drinks and complete your triple dog dare!"

Emma went over to the bar and settled their tab. She counted the cash she had left and it came up to just under a hundred bucks. She grinned and put it away. The girls left the club in a hurry after that, as a couple of the patrons recognized Emma and started to ask for a private lap dance. They were drunk and pushy and the door bouncer went over to them as the girls were filing out past him. They got into Carsy and returned to Diane's house.

When they got there, Diane distributed beers and the girls took a few swigs each before they retired to her room to vote on who gets Carsy. "Who votes first," asked Maria.

"Whoah," exclaimed Laurie, "We can't vote in order, the last girls to vote can just rig the vote in their favor! We have to vote simultaneously."

"Ok," said Diane, grabbing some paper and writing implements, "We'll do it voting style-"

"No," Laurie interrupted her, "Can't do that either! If we have, like, a secret vote, we can vote for ourselves, which is, totally, against the rules, and, even if we don't, the losers can pick a fight and say that the winner did!"

"Well, then," shrugged Diane, "How do we vote?"

"Maybe if we each write our votes down," suggested Maria, "And show them at the same time?"

"Yeah," agreed Diane, "That way we don't, like, know who's voted for who until we have voted too! And we can all see who's, like, holding what vote, so we know no one's voting for themselves."

The girls all agreed and took a pen and piece of paper and split up to write down their votes.

Anna mulled over who to vote for. She expected to win, as it was her idea to play this game and she did her dare in the bravest of ways. She finally decided to vote for Taylor, confident no one else would. She felt her victory was assured.

Diane tapped the pen against her chin and realized she had to vote for Emma. She did a spectacularly sexy dance and, unlike most of them this night, she didn't get fucked, she merely teased. Diane saw that as a win and penned Emma's name down.

Taylor didn't care for the game anymore and she certainly had no use for Carsy in her future life as a streetwalker. She would literally walk the dark alleys between bouts of kneeling. The thought made her breathing hitch in arousal. She penned down Maria's name, out of gratitude for sending her off to her fate.

Maria was repeatedly shocked with what the girls did that night, and her own behavior was a bit unsettling for her. She decided to write down Taylor's name, partly because she turned out to have had the most chaste dare, but mostly because she did feel a bit guilty for sending her off down a dangerous street like that.

Laurie didn't really care about Carsy. She rued the day she joined the car-sharing gang, as her driving prompted her adopted dad to take her as his lover and then break her heart like he did this night. She wrote down Emma's name in gratitude she sent her to the sex shop where she had her ideal revenge. 

Emma was still trying to process all that had happened to her that night. She had danced naked in front of strangers, and been thoroughly deflowered in every which way possible. It made her reevaluate all that she knew. When the other girls declared their votes cast, she called out for more time and hastily wrote down Diane's name. She envied the girl's threeway earlier tonight and decided that she wanted one as soon as she arrived on campus.

The girls stood in a circle and revealed their votes. "Fuck," exclaimed Anna, as she realized she lost without a vote.

"Yeah," said Diane, not catching her meaning, "Emma and Taylor have to do a triple dog dare-off."

"Ay, caramba," sighed Maria in exasperation, "And we've all got to watch them do it and vote. Argh! Will this night never end?!"