Chapter 6: The Party

We put our coats on just as the limo stopped. As I stepped out into the cold, I looked around to get my bearings and realized I was totally lost. We were outside some sort of Moose Club in the middle of nowhere, at least someplace I’d never been. The surrounding hills prevented me from being able to see any landmarks and the clouds kept even the glow of the city from showing up. Oh well, hopefully I didn’t have to worry about finding my way back alone anyone so what difference did it make where we were? The four of us bunched up together like cattle in a storm, wondering what was happening next. Well, at least I was. The others seemed less concerned and I started wondering if Kristen knew more about what was going on than she had let on so far.

“C’mon, Kelly, let’s go in and get cleaned up,” Kristen said, taking me by the hand and leading me to the entrance. We walked in and she went straight to the women’s restroom. She must have been here before because she seemed to know exactly where to go.

“Well, what do you think so far?” she giggled as the four of us made our way in and closed the door behind us.

What could I say? So far things hadn’t really been THAT wild, at least not compared to some of the other situations Kristen had gotten me involved in previously. I just shrugged as if it was all no big deal. Then I asked, in an “oh by the way” tone, “So what’s next? This wasn’t exactly the type of place I was expecting. A Moose club? You’ve GOT to be kidding me.”

Kristen laughed, “Oh no ... that’s just an old sign. Now it’s just a place people rent out for parties, dances and that sort of thing. They’re having some sort of ‘Vega Night’ tonight and I guess you could say we’re the side entertainment. You know, keep the guys happy and flirt around, let them grope you, whatever. Probably not much different than you use to so back in your escorting days.”

“No sex?”

Kristen rolled her eyes as if I was totally naive. “Well duh, what do you think?”

I was genuinely confused. I told her that for all I knew, it was to have sex in the limo and then just tease during the party, and probably let them screw us on the way home.

“Well, all I can say Kelly, is to just be ready for anything. I don’t think we’re going to be here long. After all, it will be midnight before long and they didn’t pay for an overnighter. You know, if you’re not into this, I can always say you’re not feeling well or something.”

I assured her I wasn’t going to chicken out now. Besides, it sounded like it might be fun. I was quite conscious of the fact my bottom was bare and barely hidden from view - the cool air actually felt pretty good. I suppose getting my ass felt up while standing next to some guy at a party wasn’t the worst thing in the world that could happen to me.

By now, the four of us had done about all we were going to accomplish given the limited resources of what we had in our small purses. Somehow Barbie had gotten most of the cum out of her hair, although it had to have hurt like hell when Mandy literally pulled it out using her comb. We carried our coats on our arms as we left the restroom, handing them to the coat check guy just outside. He took a good long look at the four of us and I imagine he wouldn’t have minded had we checked more than our coats with him!

The guys ushered us inside towards a large room that was probably the old meeting hall. It had these ancient wood floors and a general feeling of being “old”. We passed through a security check, or whatever you wanted to call it, where the guy verified we were all over eighteen. I had to wonder if Barbie was using her real driver’s license or a fake. It wouldn’t have surprised me one bit if she wasn’t eighteen yet.

The “guard” opened the door and inside was a chorus of noise, a mixture of people talking, music playing, and just general hustle and bustle. Off hand, I would have guessed there were maybe 100 or more people. Although it looked to be mostly men, there were still quite a few women, maybe 25% of the people. Although they were dressed in party outfits for the most part, most of them appeared to be quite as outrageous as our group as we strolled in. There were a few girls, though, I noticed were dressed hot and slutty, so maybe we weren’t the only “professionals”. Apparently, our guys knew most of the people as a general chorus of hellos and “Happy New Year” greeted our entrance, followed by an equal, if not greater, number of catcalls and wolf whistles when they saw us girls enter behind them.

At first I really wasn’t sure what to do. Kristen should have given me a little more of a head’s up instead of leaving me standing with umpteen guys staring at me, wondering what I should do next. Were we suppose to stick together, separate and mingle, or what? As it turned out, we started out together as a group, standing by the bar drinking (Diet Coke for me, white wine for the others), waiting for someone to take the initiative. Well, we didn’t have to wait long.

“Hey, you like craps?”

I was startled slightly as my attention had drifted for just a moment. Some middle-aged guy, wearing a silly party hat that didn’t entirely cover his bald spot on his head, was trying to get my attention. He was wearing a blue plaid dress shirt and jeans, nothing special, the type who is typically just a faceless guy in the crowd. He was carrying some sort of drink in one hand while the other reached out and rested on the bar top next to me. Oh well, time to get to “work” so I smiled at him and said, “Sure, let’s go.”

The other girls, including Kristen, were also talking to guys so I figured it was every girl for herself, at least for now. I took the guy’s outstretched hand and let him lead me to a table. To be honest, I didn’t a clue how to play the game - and still don’t. Besides, my “job” wasn’t to play games, it was to make the guys who WERE playing them happier. He introduced himself as “John” which I assumed was made up and not very original at that.

So anyway, John stood at the side of the table as some guy was rolling dice and people were placing their chips all over the place. After he rolled, the guy running the game would sweep away the losers and pay the winners, using some methodology that had no rhyme or reason from what I could tell.

“Nice dress,” John commented, putting his arm around me and then placing his hand squarely on my ass.

He squeezed down just a little, enough to make sure I knew he had his hand on my ass on purpose. I wondered if he thought I was just another girl like the rest, maybe dressed a little sluttier, or if he knew I was being paid to let him have his way with me. It sort of made a difference to me because I wondered if he was a letch hitting on a girl half his age or just taking advantage of the opportunity where he knew it was safe to do things to me he wouldn’t have dared to do with the “normal” girls. Short of coming right out and asking him, there wasn’t any way to know for sure so I just went along with the game.

We stood there together, his arm tightening around me at time as he ran his hand over my ass and even down my leg a little bit, as far as he could reach without becoming TOO obvious as to what he was doing. I would just giggle or smile at him, maybe wiggle my butt at times, enough to tease him and give him the impression I was enjoying what he was doing to me. Not that I wasn’t, but probably not as much as I let him think. Eventually he got to be the one throwing the dice and his attention became more focused on that instead of me.

I was trying to be supportive of John, cheering when something good happened (or at least everyone cheered so I assumed it was good) and consoling him when not - which was most of the time. As I watched him I suddenly felt another hand on my butt (did Kristen put on sign on my back, “Touch my ass” or what?). In any case, it seemed to be drawing a LOT of attention. I turned around my head around to look over my shoulder where I saw another guy from the same mold as John, though with a little more hair but more of a beer belly.

“Nice ass babe,” he complimented me with a toothy grin.

“Well, I’m glad you liked it,” I said demurely, giving him my best naughty girl smile. I also noticed he had a wedding band on, although there was no sign of anyone who liked might be his wife.

“Can I get you a drink?”

I turned to John and gave him a kiss on the cheek, telling him I had to go. He looked disappointed but then turned back to his dice game and seemed to forget about me instantly. Following “Bill” to the bar, he asked me what I was drinking. When I told him I just wanted a Diet Coke, he tried to convince me to try something with a little more “kick”, as he put it, but I politely declined. He motioned me over to a small leather couch over towards one wall, away from the main activities.

Bill sat down first and then patted the cushion next to him, clearly indicating he wanted me to take a seat next to him. As I sat down, I tried to keep my dress reasonably pulled down but it was all but impossible to keep it from riding up, especially with the slippery leather cushion beneath me. I crossed my legs, placing the one nearest him over the other, thereby exposing my bare thigh and half my ass to Bill’s watchful eyes.

“Damn, you have great legs,” he complimented me. Frankly, as much as he was drinking, I could have had ANY legs and he would have thought that they were awesome.

Trying to act like I liked him, I smiled in return, wiggling in the seat to get more comfortable, which also had the effect of driving my hemline even higher, now exposing a good part of my bare butt to him. He responded to my “invitation” by placing his hand on my exposed upper leg, holding it still at first as if to wait to see what my response would be.

“Don’t worry Bill, you can touch me,” I assured him. Now how MUCH he could ... well he would have to just experiment to figure that out for himself.

I wondered how drunk he was and where his inhibition level was? Bill certainly didn’t need much more of an invitation. He moved up close to me, snuggling in tight to me and then put his arm around my, squeezing my shoulder as his other hand moved further up my leg. If it wasn’t for all the people and noise, you would have thought I was in the back seat at some drive-in movie with a horny high school boy making his move on me. Perhaps in Bill’s mind that was exactly what he was imagining. My guess was he had been the class nerd and to make out with a girl and feel her up was one of those teenage fantasies that he never realized. What the heck, why not play the class slut?

I put my hand on his and pulled him up to the hem of my dress, which was now only an inch or two from revealing my bare pussy underneath. Did he know I wasn’t wearing any underwear? It would have been almost impossible NOT to figure out when he felt my ass and he should have realized I was bare when there wasn’t the slightest budges under my dress - which would have shown EVERYTHING if it had been there.

As Bill started to work his fingertips under the tight hem of my skirt, I looked around to see if any of the other girls were around. Kristen was on a couch similar to mine, making out with some guy like two teenagers in heat. Well, her guy was more her age so it made more sense than it would have for me. As for Mandy and Barbie, they seemed to have disappeared. Hmmm, I wonder where they had gotten off to? Maybe they were earning some “tips” for their work tonight? The two of the seemed more like your stereotypical “whores” than even Kristen.

One thing I admired about Kristen was the way she managed to maintain that air of “girl-next-door” and innocence (or maybe even naivety) that drove men wild, without becoming nasty whorish. If you put the three of them together in jeans and shirt, I bet anyone would have picked out Mandy and Barbie as whores while Kristen would be at most a slut or tease.

My attention was brought back to Bill as I felt his hand under my skirt. As short as it was and as high as it was riding on me, he didn’t have to get more than the length of his fingers under before he was knocking on the door of my pussy. My legs were still crossed, making it a bit difficult to get between them so I uncrossed them and sat there in a VERY unlady-like manner, my legs slightly spread apart, affording a direct on view of my crotch to anyone close enough to see. It also allowed Bill to slip his fingers between my thighs and start rubbing on my freshly shaved pussy.

Nobody seemed to be paying any attention to us as Bill’s finger started to press on my clit, making me shudder slightly. I was still fairly sensitive from the workout in the limo, so it wasn’t going to take much to get me going again I could tell.

“That feels good,” I whispered to Bill in a barely audible voice.

I didn’t say more, a little encouragement was all he needed. Any more would have seemed fake, at least it would have to me. Besides, it DID feel good!.

“That’s it, right there,” I whispered again as he found the perfect spot on my clit after his exploring, “Rub it in little circle.”

Now a couple of guys at the bar were looking our way, saying something to each other and then turning their heads out way again. Personally, I was still so horny I didn’t care who was watching. If anything, being watched just turned me on all the more!

Bill reached down with his finger to the entrance to my pussy, wetting his finger and then drawing the wetness up my slit and then eventually to my clit, letting him slide his finger tip over in a more lubricated fashion, making it feel even better. I was squirming a bit now, wanting to put my hand over his or draw his other hand to my boobs but not daring to with do it all the people around. I still hadn’t quite figured this all out. Did everyone know we were hired to be there or what? It didn’t seem like it or more people would have been hitting on us.

“Ohhhhhh,” I gasped before even realizing what I was doing.

Bill had pushed his finger up into my now wet pussy without hesitation. One second he was playing with my clit, the next he had his middle finger wedged high up inside of my pussy.

“You like that, don’t you ... you like your cunt to be played with.”

“Yes, push it in me,” I gasped, a little louder than before but well below the threshold at which anyone would have heard me. What they WOULD have seen instead was me slipping down into the leather couch a little deeper to better expose my pussy to him.

“Fuck, you’re so wet ... this really turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“Oh yeah, don’t stop,” I pretended to plead.

HE thought I was being turned on by his finger and his “mastery” of the art of pussy playing. What he didn’t know was that I was actually being turned on more by the fact he was diddling me in front of a crowd of dozens of people, any of who could have seen us easily had they turned to watch. The two guys at the bar were still the only members of my “audience”, at least so far as I could tell.

I reached over and put my hand on his crotch. God was he hard underneath! I wondered when the last time was that he had fondled a younger girl’s pussy? Granted, I was no sixteen year-old cheerleader, but I was no old maid either. After all, I was barely half his age, and that was if you believed what he had told me! I checked over at where Kristen was with her guy. I almost choked when I saw her. Damn if the little slut wasn’t already at it. She had hand inside the guy’s pants and there was no mistaking the motion she was making inside his trousers. Well, if she could get away with it, why not me?

As I started to play with the guy’s belt, I got the distinct impression he wasn’t quite expecting me to be, let’s say, so “forward” with him. Apparently it was one thing to feel up the girl in public and expose her, but another for her to go after him.

“Ummmmm, you’re not going to do anything HERE, are you?” he asked, although it was more of a statement than a question.

When I just ignored him, his hand pulled away from my pussy and grabbed mine just as I undid his belt.

“Christ, I can’t let you blow me right out in front of everyone like this!” he exclaimed, a little more urgency to his voice this time.

“Who ever said anything about blowing you?” I responded deviously. Of course that HAD been my intention but after his remarks I decided all he was getting was a hand-job - which I could do in his pants if it came to that (or should I say, cum to that). I only undid his pants enough to loosen them so I could slip my hand inside. His dick was easy to grab since it was stiff and erect inside. I pulled my hand out, spit on my palm, and then went back inside his underwear where I started stroking him.

“Oh crap, I can’t believe this is really happening,” he groaned, like he was writing the opening line to a Penthouse Letter.

I chuckled to myself. It was amazing how with just a simple touch to his dick he was now completely under my control. Guys like him were so easy. He may not have even HAD a hand job before for all I know and I would have taken pretty good odds he’s never had a girl reach inside his pants in front of a hundred or so people before. Of course, they weren’t all watching but I did notice a few looks now and then from people.

Like a fourteen year-old virgin getting stroked for the first time, he came so fast it was all I could do to keep from laughing. Sheesh, a few touches of my pussy and a couple minutes of stroking and he was unloading faster than a sixteen year old boy jerking off with his mom’s panties. Some of it went on my hand but most of it stayed inside, probably making quite the mess inside his pants. I pulled my hand out and licked what cum remained on it off as he watched, his eyes glazed over as if I’d just stunned him or something.

“Was it good for you too?” I said, trying not to mock him TOO much but I couldn’t help myself. It didn’t matter anyway as he wasn’t listening to a word I was saying.

Mission accomplished, I pulled my dress down, ran a brush through my hair, and rejoined the party. I passed Kristen, whose guy wasn’t nearly as shy about public sex apparently. She was giving him a nice slow blowjob and I wasn’t sure who was enjoying it more, him or her. Probably her!

As I approached one of the poker tables, I recognized one of the guys from the limo who had fucked me. It seemed funny that the whole group had sort of abandoned us once we arrived. I guess they had gotten off in the limo and now were willing to share their girls with the rest of the party while they had some fun gambling. No doubt on the way home they would be ready to go again, if they weren’t too drunk. He motioned for me to pull up a seat next to him, explaining to me as I sat down that he needed “moral support”. Well, I think he needed more than that judging from the dismal stack of chips in front of him as compared to the others.

As I sat there I noticed the others at the table all looking at me, sort of the way a mouse would feel if she was plopped down in the middle of a roomful of cats. It made me feel good, actually. I have always loved it when men pay attention to me. Granted, it’s shallow and narcissistic, but hey, if you could get away with it, why not use the body your momma gave you? Sitting next to him, his hand reached under the table to start fondling my leg.

“Hey, if you want to feel her up, leave the table,” one of the players complained.

Apparently there was some rule that players had to keep their hands in site throughout the game. Well, that didn’t apply to me! For the second time in just a few minutes, I was cradling a hard dick in my hand. He was breathing heavier and trying to act as if nothing was happening, but he wasn’t fooling anyone.

“Shit, I bet she’s hungry for some dick ... why don’t you share her with the rest of us?” the guy across the table called out, sticking his finger in and out of a circle he made with his other hand.

For a moment, I suddenly had this feeling he might just do that. Crap, right here on the table in front of everyone? My inner slut was telling me to go for it, encourage them and have fun. My more rational side, still in control as I wasn’t THAT horny, was screaming at me to tone it down. Once that sort of thing got started, who knew where it would end. Nothing said it would just be the poker table boys.

It may sound odd to say I wasn’t THAT horny but it was true. The whole situation was so bizarre and I still wasn’t quite sure even what that “situation” was. As a result, I was more curious than horny. Had we been introduced as the “prizes” for the evening, available for anything and everyone, I could have accepted that and perhaps even enjoyed it. If I knew we were just eye candy, free to tease and maybe even get groped or do a hand job, but no sex, then I could deal with that just as easily.

Actually, so far the latter is how I’d behaved although I had no idea what Barbie or Mandy were doing. They had disappeared so fast I couldn’t help but wonder if they had something pre- arranged. So back to being horny or not, I was enjoying the feel of his dick in my hand and I could still taste the first guy’s cum in my mouth that I had licked off my fingers, but the uncertainty and yes, a little anxiety, was keeping me from becoming full-blown horny to the point I would do something silly, which is what generally happens when my rational side loses the battle for control with my inner slut.

For better or worse, the rest of the guys just teased the one with the idea of sharing me and the game went on. Even though everyone was trying not to look like they were watching me every chance they had. It’s sort of hard to see a girl jerking off a guy and think it’s anything else but that. I mean, certain arm motions are associated with only one thing - stroking a dick.

I was having a hard time sliding my hand over his cock and I didn’t want to keep pulling my hand out to spit on it so I was left with a decision - just rub him and hope it worked eventually or go for it and suck him. What did I have to lose? It’s not like my reputation was on the line - although in a sense I guess you could say it was - my BAD reputation at least. A girl doesn’t come to a party dressed like me, and NOT expect guys to think she is a slut. What was the point in wearing it otherwise?

Taking a deep breath, I pushed my chair back. He looked at me, probably wondering what the heck I was doing as pulled my hand out of his pants. It didn’t take long for him to get his answer as I kneeled on the floor next to him and worked my way under the table.

“I knew it, the slut’s going for it!” I heard the guy across the table chortling.

I couldn’t see what was happening or who was watching, but no doubt every guy at the table was suddenly wishing I was down in front of HIM at that moment, especially when he gasped as I got my first taste of his dick. Nobody could actually see what I was doing between the table top and my hair hanging over him, but there was little left to the imagination. After all, this wasn’t some R-rated movie where the sex was being just simulated. I think I was getting as excited from knowing everyone was trying to see what I was doing as I was from actually sucking his dick!

What made things sort of surreal was they were still dealing cards and playing poker as if nothing was going on. I wondered what kind of “poker face” my guy was able to keep with my mouth surrounding his hard cock. Odds were he wasn’t concentrating on his cards as much as he should have been. My suspicions were confirmed when the dealer had to ask him what his bid was going to be several times before he answered. He wasn’t TOO dumb - he folded, no doubt so he could focus completely on my services.

As I sucked him more, he put his hand on my head, pushing me down. His intent was obvious - he wanted me to take him all in. Fortunately, he wasn’t the biggest dick I’d ever sucked, not by a long shot, and so I dropped down until my face was flat against his pubic hair, smashing it flat against my cheeks and forehead. He pushed down on me, holding me like that as I tried my best to breathe through my nose. Finally I had to push my head back against him and catch my breath.

“Damn, she sure likes sucking cock, doesn’t she,” the guy next to him commented.

It wasn’t a question but rather an observation - a correct one at that. Yes I DID enjoy sucking dick. I love the way it keeps a guy so hard, knowing the lust and desire that must be building up inside of him as he squirms under me. Taking his dick in my mouth felt so good - warm and smooth yet with a firmness that let me close my lips around him and suck and lick on it. Now and then he would jump a little as my tongue would touch just the right spot, or my lips would run over the head of his dick in just the right way to make him feel especially good. I knew I was good at what I was doing and I couldn’t help but feel a little proud of myself.

Usually when I suck a guy and he is about to cum, he will groan and talk dirty, telling me how he wants to cum, how he wants to cum in my mouth or wherever else he desires at the moment. Under the circumstances, this time there was little warning except for the upward thrusting motion of his hips as he tried to drive his delicious dick even deeper into my mouth. I knew what that meant, my guy was about to finally cum. I grabbed his dick at the base and pumped on it while my mouth concentrated on the head of his cock, my tongue running circles around it a I kept up a constant suction on his dick. Suddenly he thrust up again against me and this time I felt his warm cum spewing into my hungry mouth. Mmmmmmm, it tasted SO good! The first few loads were pretty good, followed by a series of smaller ejaculations that didn’t leave much behind. When he was finished, I pulled my head off of him and looked up, our eyes meeting as I opened my mouth to see his cum.

“Took it in the mouth, eh?” his neighbor observed.

I closed my mouth and swallowed it all down in a couple of gulps, opening my mouth again to show it was empty.

“And she swallows to,” the guy chuckled, “Not too shabby.”

I got back up on my chair and took my seat again, acting as though I had just gotten down to pick up something I’d dropped and nothing more had happened. Of course, nobody was buying my innocence act, but then they weren’t expected to either. I suppose I could have run my tongue around my lips as if I had just finished a good snack (which, in fact, I had), but that would have crossed the line for me. It was one thing to be a slut and tease and taunt men, but to be so flagrant, at least in this type of situation, seemed a little much to me.

For the next few minutes, maybe fifteen or so, I sat there and just watched. Other than TV, I’d never watched a poker game before and I soon realized it was a LOT harder when you don’t have those little cameras telling you what the other people have in their hands. The guy next to me took the opportunity to put his hand on my leg and I let him fondle me but he didn’t seem interested in doing much more than that. I was looking around to see if I could see any of the other girls but it was hard to see past the crowd. Just as I was about to get up and hunt for them, I felt a hand on my shoulder and warm breath against my ear.

“Come with me, someone wants to meet you.”

I recognized Kristen’s voice immediately. I gave my guy a kiss on the cheek, waved goodbye to the rest of the guys at the table, and got up to follow her. She only went a little ways to get away from any of the tables and turned to look at me, her eyes sparkled and I could tell from her grin and general demeanor that she was horny as hell.

“OK, here it is ... how would you like to earn a big tip?” she asked, her voice a little husky.

Damn, what had she been doing while I was playing around at the poker table? She was flushed and her hair was messed up just a little, as if she had just run a brush through it after whatever she had been doing.

“What the heck have you been doing?” I interrupted her, “Where have you been? Dang it Kristen, I have no idea what I’m supposed to be doing here.”

“Well, it look like you handled things well enough on your own,” she said with a smirk, emphasizing “handled”.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

Kristen just rolled her eyes at me. “Shit Kelly, what do you THINK I’ve been doing, carrying on a conversation with some guy about the weather?”

“What about the other girls?”

“Barbie and Mandy? They disappeared as soon as we got here. I guess they’re off in some other room. I’ve worked with them before ... they like to make as much money as they can on these gigs, what can I say? You know what I mean?”

There was little doubt in my mind what she meant. I suppose she’d been off doing the same. Now was she asking me if I wanted to whore myself out in some back room? For some reason, it just didn’t appeal to me. I had a pretty good idea what was going on and the thought of just lying in a bed while one guy after another fucked me really wasn’t what I was looking for on New Year’s Eve. I hadn’t come for the money, I came to have fun and playing “everyone fuck the whore” wasn’t my concept of fun - at least not for me.

“C’mon Kelly, they’ll pay a hell of lot more for the two of us together.”