Apartment Eight Makes A Golden Challenge - Sex Stories

Apartment Eight Makes A Golden Challenge

... and how energy-sapping those spotlights were. The oil on his body felt really uncomfortable and he was consciously trying to dig his toes into the stage worried that he may slip, and worse, fall among the “wild boars”. He wasn’t even really paying much attention to the woman on the stage with him. He just scanned the area at the back by the bar. Where did she go? “Hey, stranger,” the woman on the stage said, leaning in. “I like your ink. Want a second chance to check out mine a lot more closely afterwards?” Vasily squinted at her through his mask. He didn’t know if he was supposed to have remembered her from somewhere the way she was looking at him. He definitely couldn’t hear what she was saying and didn’t read lips very well. Was she asking him if he wanted to look at the taps in her kitchen? With a lurid little smile, the woman stepped close to him, almost touching the top of her leather skirt against his exposed cock, and reached up to his face to pull off his mask. Just then, Carie appeared out of nowhere on the launch pad at the back of the stage, barefoot and teeth clenched. Clutching her high-heels, she charged across the catwalk and body checked the woman off and into the crowd. For a moment, the woman body-surfed across the dense mass of ladies, flailing and squirming, before unceremoniously settling into the crowd as if it were quicksand. Pandemonium erupted. Some women were screaming, others were still cheering -- it sounded like an airport hangar. Johnny grabbed ...

... at Carie but she brushed him away, sending him careening off the catwalk. The ladies in the crowd were none too happy about his slimy carcass falling into their midst and rained slaps and drinks upon him. A couple of bouncers had their hands full trying to make their way to the stage. They actually seemed to be carried away further as if caught in an undertow. “Let’s get out of here!” Carie shouted at Vasily, still masked. However, as she tugged at his arm, his oily skin slipped through her fingers and he tumbled down onto the catwalk. Vasily managed to stay on the stage, barely. Still, female hands quickly descended upon him, clawing and groping wildly at his flesh. He tried to stand, but his lathered up body kept slipping on the surface, and he flopped about like he were a fish on a skillet. “Get up!” Carie wrapped both her arms around his bicep and heaved upward. Miraculously, she managed to wrestle him up to his feet, despite her comparatively diminutive size. She had heard about people exhibiting super-human strength during a crisis. She would have to Google it when she got back home. Dollar bills stuck to his body, Vasily leaned on Carie as they shuffled carefully, but quickly, off the stage and to the back. A hail of debris was tossed around the room, signalling their departure. Fawns Over Foxes was closed for the rest of the evening… due to “wild boars”. ***** Both Carie and Vasily strode barefoot on the sidewalk pavement. She had lost her shoes in the commotion back ...