Introduction:

"And now for our first contestant, intoned the master of ceremonies amid cheers and catcalls. A woman climbed up on stage wearing her blouse and baggy pajama bottoms.The two bouncers lowered her pajamas and exposed a rather nice butt for all to see, and judge.

The Seventh and Last Date

Thursday night, Jill brought more of her clothes over. She was living with me weekends, and if I had to guess, I’d say most of her belongings were now in my small apartment. Luckily I didn’t have much in the way of clothes, so I gave the closets to her and put my stuff in the dresser. Jill dumped the boxes on the hall floor. “Come on, we’re late.”

News to me. “Where we going?” I looked at my watch. Twenty after seven.

“Dinner out with the gang. But first, I have a surprise for you.” Oh goodie, I thought. I didn’t particularly enjoy her surprises, being so outside the box, so to speak. She dragged me out of the apartment, she still in work clothes, and me in jeans and t-shirt. I managed to grab my wallet and windbreaker. She drove, or should I say, flew. Twenty minutes later, we arrived in a small, deserted strip mall, and she drove around back and parked by the dumpster. She texted someone, and a minute later, one of the anonymous steel doors opened, and a middle aged woman peered out at us. We got out of the car and she beckoned us in.

“You’re late,” she grumbled, looking at her watch. “Got the money? Cash only, like we agreed. This is strictly off the books.”

“I’m so sorry, Claire. Got tied up at work.” I hope she meant that figuratively; with Jill, one never knew for sure. Jill pulled her wallet out of her purse and counted out $500.00.
“Wow, what’s this for?” I asked.

“You didn’t tell him?” Claire said, stopping at her back office desk.

“No. Ted likes to be surprised.” News to me. “Claire, this is Ted; Ted, Claire. Claire is an old friend of the family.”

“Well I hope he’s game; I’m staying after hours, and I got no time for arguing or hesitation.” I looked around for the first time, realizing I was in a photography studio. Oil paintings taken from photos hung on the wall, along with numerous framed photos of family pics, weddings, grandparents, and kids and babies.

Claire had the lighting and camera already set up. A soft glow emanated from the set. So, we were going to have our pics take. I relaxed, until Claire told us, “Now strip.”

“Excuse me?” I said to Jill.

“Work with me,” Jill said, smiling. To Claire, Jill said, “This is kinda what I had in mind.” She showed her a pic of a painting on her phone, of a young man and woman facing each other close and holding hands, and naked; the man at an angle showing his backside, the woman displaying her tits.

“I can work with that,” Claire said. To me, she said, “I don’t normally do these erotic poses themes. You can drop your clothes over there on the chair.”

Jill quickly stripped naked. “Come on, Ted; we don’t have much time.” So I joined the fun and took my clothing off. We walked hand in hand to the four inch high stage, with an outdoor theme as a backdrop, hills and distant mountains. We faced each other and Claire directed our pose just so. Rapid clicks ensued as she took several with each slight change to the pose. Then we turned around, with Jill’s backside to the camera and my front exposed.

Claire said, “Jill, do something with his dick. I can’t have it looking so flaccid.” Jill giggled and took my penis in her hand and toyed with the head. As I grew bigger, she said, “Hold it right there.” Well she didn’t mean literally, but even after Jill let go, my cock rapidly grew to an erection.

Claire complained, “I’m not shooting pornography here, so lose the boner. Damn dicks, can’t control them.”

“Tell me about it,” I groused. Claire’s gruff manner was planned to embarrass me so I’d lose the boner. It drooped south.

“Perfect,” she declared. The camera clicked on rapid. Claire had me get on my knee as if I was proposing, first one knee then the other, one pose showing a whole lot more than the other. After thirty minutes and a hundred shots later, we were done. “You both make a nice couple. Very pretty and very handsome.” Claire was staring at my cock as we got dressed.

On the way out, I asked Jill what she planned on doing with the pics.

“Favors, for our wedding.” She giggled at my bemused expression.

On the way to the Mexican restaurant, Jill said, “I can’t wait to see the pics. She’s a great photographer.” For $500.00, she better be, I said to myself.

We met Sally and her new boyfriend, Rick, Jenn and her beau, Steve, and Jenn’s sister, Allison, for dinner at the Mexican Villa. We didn’t sit as couples, so at the round table, I was seated between Jenn and Sally, Jill between Rick and Steve, and Allison next to Jenn. Drinks were ordered, food orders placed, and the conversation was loud in the noisy, boisterous restaurant. I kept things cordial with Sally, not wanting to make a scene with her new boyfriend. I wondered how much she had told Rick about us, if anything. I didn’t make much small talk with Jenn, as I don’t think she liked me, not so much as a person, but with my relationship with Jill. Everyone seemed to be warming up with the new arrivals, and they seemed to be having fun. Jill was about to raise that temperature.

After dinner, Jill wanted to go to this western bar, which turned out to be loud live music and boisterous, raucous customers. The band played pretty good renditions of the popular CW songs. We sat for the first round and then danced with our partners, and the guys then took turns with the ladies. More beer was drunk, and I for one actually enjoyed myself. Jill went off to dance with somebody else and I found myself alone at the table with Jenn.

The liquor had made me a little bolder than I normally would have been, so I said to Jenn, “You don’t seem to like me very much.”
She scooted one chair over to sit down next to me and leaned in, so she could be heard. “That’s not true, Ted. It’s just … how much did Jill tell you about me?”

“She told me she seduced you into lesbian sex, if that’s what you mean.”

Jenn nodded. “Figures, everything is an open book with Jill. Let me ask you something. Do you go along with everything Jill wants to do?”
“Pretty much, yeah.”

“I suspected as much. I just don’t want to see her hurt. I love her to death, you know. But I’m not a lesbian, though I enjoy the intimacy with her on occasion.”

“So we’re cool?” I gulped down some more beer. I glanced around as I did, not seeing Jill.

“I want you to reform, or tame her of her audacious sex habits and appetite. At the very least, don’t encourage her.”

“Tall order,” I said. The music stopped and our table filled back up. Jill gave me a smacked me on the lips. One of the bar maids came to our table with a clip board, and was asking each of us something or other. I didn’t pay any attention. She talked with Jill, and I found out later she had signed us up for something or other. A half hour later, the music stopped and the bar owner took the microphone.

“Okay, the contest is about to begin. Judges, please take your seats up front. Will the following ladies please report to the back room.” He read off about twenty names. I wasn’t paying attention until Jill’s name was called. She hurriedly marched off to the designated room.
“What’s this about?” I muttered.

Jenn said, “Oh, she didn’t tell you?” She said it in a tone that she didn’t believe me.

“No, she didn’t,” I said, pissed. I decided not to further engage her and got up to use the bathroom. After that business was concluded, I stood at the bar instead of returning to our table. I watched as the festivities, whatever they were, seemed to be getting under way.

"And now for our first contestant, intoned the master of ceremonies amid cheers and catcalls. A woman climbed up on stage wearing her blouse and baggy pajama bottoms. A couple of the bouncers I’d seen circulating the room stood on each side of her. The band began playing “Bottoms Up.” The woman turned her back to the audience and five male judges, the latter sitting in five chairs in the middle of the dance floor. The two bouncers lowered her pajamas and exposed a rather nice butt for all to see, and judge. Claps and whistles erupted in the bar. The PJs stayed lowered at half mast for about 20 seconds until the judges held up their scores. “All 8’s.” I would have rated her ass a 10.

So, Jill was apparently going to do the same, competing in this butt contest. I ordered another beer, and decided to just enjoy the contest. The women came out, had their drawers dropped by the bouncers, their butts rated amid clapping and catcalls. This went on for about twenty minutes until it was Jill’s turn. She climbed on stage to the usual catcalls to strip and show us what you got, and turned her back to the audience. Her PJs were yanked down and her cute ass exposed. My face flushed as her bare ass remained that way for an eternity. She got 8’s and two nines. Not bad, I decided. A few more women were similarly exposed and the contest was wrapped up. They had the contestants back in their clothes stand on stage and take a bow as everyone including myself clapped and cheered. They dispersed and melted back into the bar. I watched Jill take her seat at our table to some hi-5’s as she looked around the bar, obviously searching for me. I was hidden in the crowd at the bar as women rushed up to refill their drinks after the contest. They promised the results of the scoring in a bit.

“Now,” the announcer intoned, will the following men please report to the back room.” Loud cheers erupted from the women. A feeling of dread invaded my gut. There was no way Jill would not enter my name in this contest. The memory of the barmaid with the clipboard entered my fogged mind. Men started standing as their names were called out and with a wave, disappeared in the back room of the bar. Then I heard my name called. I’d thought about leaving and going to the car to wait this out, or just ignoring the announcer pretending I was drunk. Instead, I raised my hand and walked across the dance floor. Five women judges stood by their chairs watching the men as they passed by. I learned in the back room that we had to strip naked and don only those bright colored Zumbas . Some of the guys were so wasted, they fell as they struggled to get their jeans off over their boots, instead of just removing their boots first.

I was handed a blue and black stripped Zumba and stripped, leaving my clothes in a heap on the chairs lining the wall. We could wear our shoes and socks, which I did. I found myself toward the end of the pack of 30 drunk and disorderly men, all having fun with the contest, bragging about their women’s butts and scores. I for one remained silent, and grimly, desperately, wanted this over with. Normally when Jill got me into these things, I found myself having fun with it, whatever “it” happened to be. But Jenn had put a real damper on my mood, simply because she was right. I had allowed Jill’s sexual appetite to explode unchecked. But I also knew I would no longer be with her if I’d objected to all her shenanigans.

I expected the butt exposure and judging to be similar to the lady’s contest. I was wrong. They kept the door closed, not allowing us to see what was happening on stage. When my name was called, I stepped up on stage and positioned myself between two of the female bar tenders. They raised my hands high and with their other two hands, they pulled the waistband away from my stomach and peeked in my pants at my package. They turned me around, and dropped my drawers to my ankles. They felt my butt up, and spanked it. They turned their back to the audience as well, and with their hands on my butt, they felt my cock and balls up. It was a good minute I suffered this exposure, and with a relief, they finally pulled my pants back up. I left the stage to the usual cheering and refused to look at the scores. I couldn’t get my clothes back on fast enough. That was the most embarrassing thing I had ever done in my life. The question I had is what to do about it. I played the good sport and stood on the stage with the other men and took a bow with much cheering.

I went straight to the bar and ordered another beer from one of the woman who had exposed and felt me up, but she didn’t seem to recognize me, thankfully. The band started back up and the dance floor was immediately assaulted with people gyrating to the beat. I glanced over at our table across the bar to see Jill and Jenn deep in conversation. You know what? I said to myself. I’d had it for tonight. I walked down the hall past the restrooms and out the back door. I found myself sipping the last of my beer leaning on the hood of my car. The buzz I had going was long gone. I had a decision to make, one from which there would be no going back. I got in the car and drove off.

I got on the interstate and drove about 50 miles to a rest stop and parked. Using the restroom, I got back in and closed my eyes and dozed off. The next thing I know, the sun was beating into my eyes, waking me. I checked my phone, but there weren’t any calls or messages. I found a breakfast joint, and ate a large, leisurely meal, it being my favorite meal of the day.

I arrived back home early afternoon to find my apartment vacated of Jill’s belongings. So, she was pissed. Oddly, it didn’t bother me, both her being pissed and having moved out. I figured she was mad as hell at me leaving her at the bar, though she must know the reason. Probably she was angry and confused that I didn’t hang around for the results of the butt contest. Sometimes it’s hard to step outside yourself to see how others look at things. I figured they didn’t release the contest results until late, so people would stay around and drink more. She wouldn’t have come to my apartment last night, but I didn’t rule that possibility out. She’d get up early and drive over, ready for a confrontation. That probably pissed her off even more, that I wasn’t here and hadn’t called. So pissed in fact that she cleared out her things from my apartment.

Looking the place over, I actually felt relieved. When had the love stop? I asked myself. I didn’t know, but it was before last night. But we had jumped the shark last night during the contest. Of that I was sure. In the next week, she’d brag about another one who couldn’t keep up with her, her friends laughing but crying inside for Jill, knowing she was out of control on her drug of choice, that of limitless sex. By the end of the week, she’d no doubt find someone else to share her dark passions. I silently wished him luck.

A couple months later, I still had not heard one word from Jill or any of her friends. I never saw the nude photos, and didn’t know who had won the contest, and frankly didn’t want to know. It had been fun, I decided, hanging with Jill and her friends. But superficial fun. I put the finishing touches to my ironing, as I had a wedding to attend, a co-worker at work. I finished dressing. The bride had promised to set me up with one of the bridesmaids, and had email me a photo of her. It promised to be a fun night. I turned the lights out and shut the door.

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