I Could Really Use Some Extra Money (Part 1) - Sex Stories

I Could Really Use Some Extra Money (Part 1)

... a $5 door fee to his buddies, “for the entertainment”, to help defray the costs of my costume. On the way back, we stopped at a liquor store where George stocked up on booze for his buddies. He also bought some cigars for them to enjoy. When we got back, George gave me the pillbox and said, “Help yourself . Keep them for later too. I’ll come and get you when everyone is here and settled in.” Then he handed me a cold beer and said, “Now scoot upstairs and get ready. The boys will be here soon.” I went upstairs with my bags of costumes and stripped out of my clothes to take a bath. As I did this, I heard the doorbell ring, and heard George greeting the first of his guests. I started feeling a bit nervous again, and so I took another two valiums. As I was in the bath, I heard the doorbell ring two more times as more guests arrived. I could hear them chatting and laughing downstairs. And then I heard George call out to me, “I’m leaving you a couple of cold beers, honey, for you to enjoy!” How sweet, I thought. As I got out of the tub, another ring of the doorbell. I walked directly over to the makeup table where George had left the beers, and I opened one. I’ll just take my sweet time, I thought, let the men get loosened up a bit before my entrance. It took me a good half hour to make myself up, powder, and dress. By then, I’d finished the second beer. I decided to take another last valium. When I looked at myself then in the mirror, I was knocked out. S-E-X-Y, I thought and ...

... giggled. I then practiced some dancing and wiggling in front of the mirror. I felt just fine walking in the heels now. I walked over to the radio and put the soft jazz station on, then continued dancing before the mirror. My cock had gotten hard now, but was not noticeable beneath the wonderful girdle. The doorbell rang two more times as I practiced. I felt like having a cigarette, put one into the holder, lit it and took a deep drag. Mmm, I felt pretty relaxed now, the pills and beer had done their job. Then George knocked at the door. He did not open it, but he said, “Why not come down, sweetie? I told the boys I had a nice surprise for them.” Then he retreated downstairs. I took one more good look at myself in the mirror and headed out. As I opened the door, I could hear the men talking loudly and laughing. There was the odor of cigars, and also the odor of marijuana. “Those old devils,” I thought. I loved smoking pot, and I felt sure I’d be smoking some tonight! This was going to be interesting. I walked slowly down the stairs, swaying my hips as I walked. As I neared the landing, I looked over to the living room where the men were. They all stood at once. “Wow, who’s this beauty you’ve been keeping from us, George,” quipped one of his buddies. The men looked to be between the ages of 60 and 70.I often fantasized about older men. “This is Yolanda, gentlemen.” I had chosen the name earlier. It sounded exotic and mysterious. I strutted into the living room and the men – there ...