Saturday night, and you are goin' out! Mothers of Boston hide your sons. Your husband, Steve, is out of town for another conference - this is ten weeks in a row - and your best friend Joanne wants to take you to a local club. She says it's where she goes when she wants to let loose, play a little pool, maybe flirt a bit. (and we KNOW how you like to flirt!) You're wearing your new red short wraparound skit and a white silk blouse, and you look at yourself in the mirror. Honey, you are hot and you know it. Body of a 25-year-old, and you love to show it off. No panties tonight! Just thigh-high red stockings and your nipples stand right up under that silk. It feels good when the fabric brushes across them and you can almost see them through the blouse. A few more touches and your makeup is as tarty as you can stand it. Admiring yourself in the mirror, you think, "I AM the perfect slut an' I'm gonna tease me some cock tonight!"

Joanne opens your front door and yells in. "Hello..."

"Up here, honey."

"I'm comin' up Ms Manbait!"

She enters the room and you are taken aback. She's dressed even sluttier than you are: black bodysuit with a gold necklace, and a black skirt that is barely on her and black stockings and VERY high heels. There is a very conspicuous nipple chain under the blouse, keeping her huge nipples high and hard. Joanne has perfect, no sag, huge breasts; the kind that makes every man in the room - and a few women, too - whimper that he wants to fuck her. You've always suspected she was bi. Maybe you always HOPED she was bi.

As you finish your make-up, Joanne shares your mirror as she works on her hair. Her hands are above her head as she makes sure every "accidental" curl is in exactly the right place. You find yourself staring at those amazing breasts of hers and you think, "If I had those, I'd never leave the house ... too busy playing with them." You give a little giggle at the thought and Joanne asks you what's so funny. You make up something about being excited to go out - without your husband - although he's always been open minded - whatever, it was more exciting.

You get to the club and there's loud music playing and laughter coming from inside. Cheap neon Budweiser and Coors flashing out front, and a mix of Mercedes and motorcycles and Buicks and pick'm'up trucks ... a thrill goes through your stomach. You enter and you hear, "Hey, Joanne!" From the bartender yet ... Oooo, she's been here before!

There's a rack of balls waiting for you at the bar. You order a beer. You NEVER drink beer, but tonight, it just sounds right. Billy Ray starts singing in the room and you and Joanne dance your way to your table. The light over it comes on just before you get there. You look around and every eye in the house is on you two. As you put chalk on the cue, you look around to check out the competition, and you're amazed at the number of beautiful women there are - all shapes and sizes, but each beautiful in her own way. And the MEN! Yow! Almost every one a hunk. Some were REALLY good looking. Others were still good, but not GQ. You wouldn't have turned any of them down when you were single. It looked like almost everyone was coupled up anyway. Oh well, you'll give the guys a hardon and make their girls happy.

More country-billy sounds. You can't keep your feet still. Almost time for another beer. Joanne breaks the balls (how apt) for nine ball and gets zip. It's your turn. You take a bead on the one ball and make the shot. It was an easy shot, but tonight you feel like you won the Super bowl, and the sexy dance you do is missed by no one! There's a lot of thigh showing - well above your stockings - and you love the stares you're getting. Just the thought of all those eyes on you gets your blood running to your pussy. Pre-sex congestion is setting in, almost like a tiny orgasm, if you squeeze your cunt muscles just right! Joanne is sitting on a stool by the wall, her legs spread so that you - and most of the others that cared to look - have a front row seat to count the hairs that peek around her body suit. Only a few, but they're in plain view ... Joanne is pretending not to notice while she moves her legs in time with the music and drinks her long neck, lifting her amazing breasts with every gulp.

You miss your shot and it's her turn. You decide you can play her game, so you go to the same chair and give out the same view she did, except that your shaved pussy is showing instead of a body suit. You can feel the air on it as you move your legs to the music with your feel lifted up onto the rails of the chair - a wonderful sensation.

Of course, Joanne was ready to party, too. Those heels of hers with her long legs on top of them give every man's dream a piece of reality. You can't help laughing. Neither can she.

Another beer or two and a few games of pool later and you're approached by two men, tall, good looking. They introduce themselves and John and Curt. You want Curt. You didn't realize how turned on you were. You decide to play as teams. John and Joanne (they made a deal out of their names being so similar they were probably soul mates, a stupid, but effective come-on.) and you and Curt. You hear Joanne say something like, "that's a big stick you got there." John then starts to kiss her, and she doesn't stop him. In fact, it's so intense, you feel like you shouldn't be watching except for the fact that it's such a beautiful, sexy thing to see. You gape at them and feel your cunt getting wetter by the minute.

As you continue to gape, Joanne takes her hand and starts to rub his cock through his jeans! He's humping her hand and she's doing everything she can to get him hard as a rock. He then pulls her to him and they start dry-hump dancing to the music, his leg between hers. Wow. Curt comes up behind you and puts his arms around you. "Do you like to watch" He asks.

You answer with a throaty, "yeh."

"Me, too. Dance?"

Before you answer, he pulls you to him and begins to do to you what John is doing to Joanne. God, you are practically coming with a hundred people watching. You look and they ARE watching. Everyone is holding someone else casually, and watching you dance. Your naked cunt is rubbing against Curt's jeans. It's more than you can take. You pull him close to you and start humping his leg in earnest now, and it starts: a slow, rolling wave of pleasure shoots through your body. Your eyes roll back and a scream escapes your lips. You can barely stand. Curt holds you tightly so you don't fall, a huge smile on his face.

Joanne says, "Let's give 'em a show!" and gets up onto the pool table. She begins a slow dance standing on the table, and her clothes start to fall away. You are entranced. It can't be really happening, but it is. Your throat is constricted and your cunt is getting impossibly wet watching this beautiful woman turn on a whole bar full of strangers.

Oh God. She reaches out to you. "C'mon, honey, let's really give 'em a show." This is almost more than you can take. You can't breathe. Before you can make a decision, Curt lifts you up onto the table. As he does, he palms your cunt. Before you get clear up on the table, Curt has your skirt in his hand.

You find yourself standing on a pool table, your cum dripping down your thighs from your naked, shaved pussy, and Joanne starts to remove your blouse. You are frightened, excited, horny, but now everyone in the room is surrounding your table, clapping, and shouting. Women and men are encouraging you to go for it! Your blouse is off now. You and Joanne are dancing in nothing but stockings and heels. You KNOW it's a beautiful sight. A slow song comes on and Joanne pulls you close. By now the tops of your stockings are wet and with her leg between yours, you can feel her wetness, too. Then she whispers in your ear, "Oh, God." You look into her eyes and she is coming hard against you, shaking. No pretense of dancing now; she has your leg locked between hers and she is rubbing her cunt against your stocking top, getting it wetter and wetter. It's one of the most erotic moments of your life.

She then collapses onto the table, and pulls you down with her. Then there are a thousand hands all over you. You don't know - or care - whose hands they are. You are locked into an erotic experience and you don't want it to stop. You are roughly moved so that you're face down on the table with your legs hanging over the edge. You look back and Curt has your legs spread and is moving his cock toward your cunt. He enters you with a single thrust ... Unnngh! God it feels good. He is grinding you hard and fast. Across the table, John is doing the same thing to Joanne, whose face is only inches from yours. You can feel her breath against your face as she pants hard. She looks at you and moves closer to give you a kiss, an incredible, passionate soft moist kiss that makes you feel like you and Joanne are now two people joined into one incredible fuck machine. Your whole body is on fire, and then you start to come again. When you do, the squeezing in your cunt sets Curt off, too as he swells inside you and you feel his hot come splash your insides. A couple more thrusts and he falls out of you. You groan with disappointment that it's ending when you feel another cock start to ease its way inside. You start to get up, but strong hands hold you in place, and you see another man standing behind Joanne, his cock starting to enter her. Joanne looks at you and says, "Just settle in honey. It's gonna be a long night."

There is come flowing down your legs, an anonymous cock inside you, and you are starting to have another orgasm. Deep tingles start at your back and spread across your whole body. Your cunt spasms along with the cock inside you. You are limp.

Then you find yourself being lifted by a thousand hands, some with fingernail polish on them, and you are carried across the room. You are too weak to object, but at the same time, you're frightened, yet strangely concerned only with the dreamlike sensuousness of the moment. This can't be real. Then they turn you over and strap you into a harness that fits you like a chair, your arms are held away from your sides. Your legs are held open. It's very comfortable, but a little frightening being open and spread in front of so many people. You can move, but only a little bit. Your hands don't come together and, try as you might, neither do your legs. You are spread open and wide for anyone who cares to look or touch.