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

I Could Really Use Some Extra Money (Part 1)

... were 6 besides George – approached. I held out my hand to each, and remarked I was delighted to be meeting some of George’s friends. (I’d been practicing my female voice.) George said, "Yolanda, this is Bernie, Carl, Louis, Dominic, Mark and John. To which I responded, “Oh dear, I’m terrible with names but I’ll try. Let me see…” and I put a name to each with some prompting. “ Well” said Dominic. What is the lady drinking this evening?” "I’d just love a beer.” I said. Dominic made his way to the kitchen and returned with a glass and a beer. I took a seat on one of the two sofa’s surrounding the large square coffee table. These gents were practically drooling as they took me in. I was excited, yet pretty mellow at the same time. We made small talk and sipped our drinks. Then I blurted out, “Gee, I thought I smelled reefer as I came down. I love smoking pot." Louis reached into his pocket and pulled out a bag of weed along with some rolling papers. “This is great shit” said Louis. A couple of the others nodded their heads in agreement. “You’ll only need a couple of hits and you’ll be in paradise." “Oh, Im already in paradise with all you cute guys around." Louis rolled a joint and lit it, then took a hit and passed it around. Some smoked, others passed. It finally got to me and I took a big toke and held it in as long as I could. As I exhaled, I felt an incredible rush. After the joint circulated another two times, I couldn’t believe how buzzed I was. "How you like the weed, ...

... Yolanda?" asked Mark. "WOW," I said, and began giggling, "I’m so stoned, I feel great!” “Let me get you another beer, you’re gonna wanna wet your whistle after smoking that stuff," said Dominic and he fetched me another beer. I put my cigarette holder to my lips and asked who had a smoke. Carl put a pack of Marlboro’s on the table in front of me. I put one in the holder and lit up, then took a long sip of beer. I knew I was the center of attention as we continued chatting and joking. I was laughing freely at the jokes, and leaning onto Carl who was to my left, then Mark who sat to my right. I periodically placed my hand on their thighs as I leaned over laughing. They seated themselves closer to me and periodically placed a hand on my thigh. Mark at one point put his arm around me and gave me a hug. Everyone seemed pleasantly buzzed or liquored up, and the talking got louder and bawdier, with a few dirty jokes thrown in. I laughed at each of the punchlines along with the guys. Finally, George spoke up. "Well, gentlemen, I said there’d be entertainment tonight…" and he walked over to the stereo and put on a CD of stripper music! The boys yelled out, "Well alright," and "Now you’re talking". George then walked to where I sat, took my hand as I stood up, and continued to hold it as I lifted my skirt and got onto the table.I looked down at all the appreciating eyes looking up at me. This is what I’d always dreamed of, to be… well, why not just say it…. to be a sexual object for these ...