Chapter 17

I was still on my knees, two men’s cum splattered all over my face, and my panties were down my legs. I didn’t know what was next for me. I wasn’t even sure when I could clean myself off, as all attempts had been discouraged.

“Brad, I think we need some drinks. I could use some whiskey tonight,” said Tucker as he scrolled through the photos he’d taken of me so far that night. I was glad I had transferred all the photos I had previously onto my computer and deleted them from my phone. I didn’t want him to see any of my private photos or learn who else I’d been screwing around with.

Brad returned with a bottle and two glasses, his pants still undone as his limp cock dangled out the fly. I looked over at Tucker who was in the same state. If it wasn’t for that, and the fact that I looked like a glazed donut, you’d just think it was a few people sitting around for a night cap.

“Where’s the third glass?” Brad asked when he went to pour himself a drink.

“She’s underage,” Brad replied quickly.

“Really Brad?” Tucker said sarcastically. “We just turned her face into a toaster strudel, and you’re worried about her having a drink?”

I listened but didn’t say a word, the two of them went back and forth seemingly forgetting I was still there on my knees and still covered in cum. I hadn’t been told I could move yet and I didn’t want to upset Tucker. It was strange giving up so much control to someone else, especially someone I’d only just met, but I could comfort myself knowing it was just for tonight. That was the reason I’d made it clear in my rules. I didn’t want this to be a regular thing. This was more like an experiment or something. I’d done the same thing with Curtis and Riley and that turned out well.

“Oh shit, Jane.” Tucker finally remembered I was there like a neglected puppy or something. “You can stand now. This is just a little breather between rounds. Go clean yourself up and then come have a drink.”

“Thank you,” I said standing up, my knees sore from the hard floors. I pulled my panties back on, walked over and picked up the towel, then headed to Brad’s washroom to wash as much cum off my face as possible. It took a few minutes, but I eventually looked normal again. The same couldn’t be said for my clothes, and I gave up pretty quickly on those. I returned to see the guys watching me as I walked back.

“She looks really good in that,” Tucker said upon my return. He patted his leg again and I sat on his lap. His arm wrapped around my waist, hand resting on my left hip as he handed me his quarter full glass.

“I’m not much of a drinker,” I admitted with some shame. The few times I’d done it, I got tipsy after only a couple and embarrassed myself, and I didn’t want to do that tonight.

“Give it a try, you might like it,” Tucker said in my ear as his hand moved onto my stomach on top of my clothes. My body fluttered with tingles, and I knew I was still really turned on.

“Ok, just a sip though.” I tilted the glass against my lips and the brown liquid spilled into my mouth. I tasted strong and as soon as I swallowed it, I started coughing wildly. It burned down my throat and was very unpleasant. Considering what I’d already swallowed that evening, that was saying something. I would have keeled over onto the floor if it hadn’t been for the hand on my stomach

Brad and Tucker just laughed at me as spittle flew from my mouth. I used my sleeve to wipe my mouth and declined another sip. It was way too strong for me.

Tucker looked at Brad, “Do you have any of those girlie drinks around, maybe something someone left behind?”

“I’ve got a couple of those Vodka Ice drinks in the back of the fridge,” Brad answered as he looked in the kitchen.

“Let’s see how she does with one of those.”

It seemed that while I was cleaning up in the bathroom, Tucker had won the argument about letting me drink. I wasn’t sure why it was so important, but it was a nice break, and I felt so mature doing it. Which, considering what I was there to do, seemed kind of stupid on my part.

Brad handed me a cold clear-colored bottle, and I brought it to my nose. It smelled of alcohol, of course, but it also had a different scent to it like a fruit juice or something. I took a small sip, and it certainly tasted better than what I was given before. I was thirsty and it tasted ok, so I drank it faster than I probably should have. When I put the empty down, another cold one was placed in my hand.

“See, this isn’t so bad, is it?” Brad said with a smile.

“No, I guess not,” I replied. It was definitely going differently than I had thought.

“Hey, maybe we should put on some music!” Tucker suggested, as he finished his third drink. His hand had moved under my shirt and lay on the bare skin of my stomach and back to rubbing in small circles. It felt good as my mind started to get a little fuzzy.

“My phone!” I said a little loudly, “I can put on some music from my phone.”

I opened a streaming app and hit one of my favorite playlists. It was mostly current pop songs, but they had a good beat. I couldn’t help but dance on Tucker’s lap, as I ground myself on his leg and pressed myself up against his chest.

“You like to dance?” Tucker asked me, as his hand crept up my shirt. I wanted him, or Brad, anyone really, to touch me, but he pulled his hand away again.

“Yeah, it feels so good.”

“Then stand up and dance for us,” Brad said with a wide grin. He pulled out a dining chair and sat down.

“What?” I was a little confused as I stood up to look at both of them.

“We want you to dance ... and strip for us,” said Tucker, his grin becoming toothy and nasty. I realized I’d been set up. I looked down at their laps and both their cocks had sprung back to life. I could tell by the look I was given, it wasn’t a request, so I moved in front of them so they both could see what they wanted.

With my head feeling light and the liquid courage doing its work, I let myself feel the beat and shook my hips from side to side, my skirt swishing around. It was awkward at first, not knowing what exactly I should do, so I just shook what I had while running my hands over my body and up to my hair. That seemed to get a few cheers from both the men watching, which helped encourage me to do more.

I brought my hands back down my chest, lingering over my breasts as I kneaded them over top of my clothing. I’d been so turned on since the moment I’d arrived and hadn’t had any kind of relief whatsoever, that the feeling of my own hands felt good. I wanted more. I wanted stimulation, and if the guys weren’t going to do it, I might as well do it myself. My hands traveled down my sides, past my stomach, and over my skirt. I felt the smoothness of my legs on my fingertips and my hands reversed course to slide up underneath my skirt. As my hands moved upwards, I kept gyrating my body, my skirt raised up for my audience to see.

My thighs felt hot as my fingers slipped between my legs until I felt the leg hole of my panties. One hand moved over my crotch while the other lifted my skirt higher in the air. My panties were soaked, and I could feel the extreme dampness through the material as I started rubbing myself.

“Nope, you can’t do that,” Tucker said with glee, he seemed to enjoy depriving me of my pleasure. “Start with your shirt.”

Frustrated, I pulled my hand away from my pussy. I wanted sex so badly I could cry. My hands moved back up my body and started unbuttoning the lower buttons on my vest first. Each button seemed to stick, as my fingers fumbled while I tried to be sexy. I don’t think I was doing a good job, but Tucker and Brad continued to watch me.

I finally freed myself from my vest and tossed it on the floor, a few cum stains visible on the front. I pulled my blouse free from my skirt and turned around, so I faced away from the guys. I bent over, my skirt rising high up my thighs and felt a hand reach out and spank my ass once again. I turned around surprised with my hand over my mouth, and they seemed to like that.

I was getting more into it as the music and alcohol quelled my fears. I stopped worrying about trying to look sexy and just did what I thought came naturally. I undid my necktie and let it dangle from the sides of my collar. I slowly unbuttoned the top buttons on my blouse, my bra and small boobs coming into view as I bent over to tease them with a look down my shirt.

“She’s not bad,” Tucker joked to Brad, before looking at me again. “With a little work, you could have a career in the future as a stripper.” He laughed as his own joke before taking another drink.

I had better career goals than that and my parents would kill me if they even knew half the stuff I’d done, let alone become a stripper. But, as the amount of buttons I had left to undo dwindled, the thought of a room full of men watching me get naked was an arousing thought. I’d never do it, of course, but I couldn’t help thinking of how it would feel to be exposed like that. Then again, I never thought I’d be in a room with two men who planned to fuck me. The residue of their cum still lingered in my hair.

As the last button released, I twirled the shirt over my head, hitting the ceiling a couple of times before tossing in across the room. That left me standing there in my white bra, panties, and skirt. I tried to decide which to lose next, and chose my bra. I reached behind my back and unclasped it, the support for my tits lost instantly. I turned away from my audience and slipped the shoulder straps down one at a time while looking over each shoulder with a smile. Holding the remains of my bra in my hands, I turned around, my breasts still covered until I dropped it to the floor. My breasts were now exposed, and they could see my nipples were hard from excitement. Tucker howled and clapped as he looked at my little titties.

“Mmmm delicious,” Tucker said.

“I told you you’d like her,” Brad answered with a smile, his hand stroking his own cock as he watched me.

“Yup, you know I love blondes with cute little tits.”

“Probably because you want to fuck some of those students you teach,” Brad joked as I got down on my hands and knees in front of them.

“Looks like I’m going to fuck a former one, which is just as good.”

I bent over and moved around, teasing my panties and ass to the men. I only had two things left on, so I sat on my ass and faced them. I opened my legs as wide as possible, giving them a full view of my wet panties under my skirt, before closing them tightly. I then hooked my fingers into the sides of my panties and yanked them off and down my legs, tossing them to Tucker, before doing the splits in front of them once again. My wet pink pussy now in full and open display as I felt the air tingle my sex.

“Very nice!” Brad cheered and clapped.

I reached for the pin holding up my skirt, the last remaining piece of clothing I had on, not that it covered much in my current position. Just as I was about to remove it, Tucker spoke.

“Stop, leave that on ... for now. I’ll give you $50 bucks for a lap dance.”

I stopped moving, uncertain why he was offering me money. He didn’t need to. I was going to do whatever he asked for free. I stood up and walked over to him, his cock rock hard poking out of his pants.

“I don’t really know how, but I’ll do whatever you want, I don’t need money,” I said, trying to figure out the situation.

“Just do your best,” he pulled out his wallet and took out a $50 and stuffed it into the front of my skirt. “Besides, a lesson for you, if you’re going to be a whore, you might as well get paid for it.”