Who Done Her? - Sex Stories

Who Done Her?

... table. “Hey, Party-Gal -Megan. What are you doing here?” She flinched at the name that she knew she would have given herself last night, while in her drunken state. She sat down when he pointed to the chair opposite him. “See, the thing is… I’m sort of having trouble remembering what happened last night and I was hoping you could shed some light on things for me?” Ronnie gave a little chuckle, which made his large double chin wobble. He had a sparkle in his eyes, like the memory of the night was a fond one. “Louise rang me just after nine. I’d just got on my shift. I was surprised when the three of you got in my cab and were being so larey at such an early hour.” “Three of us? Me and two men?” “Yeah, that’s right. A rose between two studs I think you said. They were both quite taken with you.” “Where did you take us?” “You said you wouldn’t be doing your job right unless you showed the gentleman a good time. You told me to take you to Cloud Nine.” Megan put her head in her hands. When she’d heard that she’d been referring to herself as Party-Gal, she’d worried that the night might have taken that sort of turn and they’d ended up in a strip club. Just by receiving the information something unlocked in her head and flashes of being in the club came back into her mind. The cold pole against her skin, all eyes gazing at her body, as piece by piece she slowly removed her clothing. The leering eyes of desire from every man in the crowd, as soft lips pressed against hers. With a ...

... stomach churning realisation she remembered Candice, and Rachelle, joining her on stage and the three of them performing for the men who whooped and hollered. It had pretty much turned into a live sex show, with grinding bodies, locked lips and hands roaming. Megan remembered being back stage after their performance, straightening up and cleaning the lipstick marks from the other girls. “Here you should keep this,” said Rachelle handing her the lipstick she’d just put on. “It looks so much better on you.” Back in the café Megan sunk lower in her seat. “I’m so going to get fired!” “Oh, I don’t know,” said Ronnie, as he finished off his bacon. “From the looks of things your two men really enjoyed the show.” “You were there?” “Well, you paid me to be your driver for the night and I was hardly going to sit outside and wait for you in the cab when I could get in a quick lap dance with the money you tipped me.” “I don’t know if I really want to know, but can you tell me what happened after the strip club?” He gave a much dirtier chuckle in response to that question. “With you and Candice hitting it off so well, she invited you and your guys to a party she was going to after her shift finished. You all piled into my car and I have to say that I don’t usually allow people to smoke weed in my cab, but with the show Candice was putting on of giving Mr Blonde a blow job, while you sat smoking in the arms of Mr Brooding, I let it go for the night.” Megan wondered, “If Frank had got head ...