The Sin Twins: Double Dare - Sex Stories

The Sin Twins: Double Dare

... Jack had to pay twenty dollars for admission. Looking around, she saw a good cross-section of masculinity arrayed about the club, lounging in overstuffed chairs, lining the stage at pervert’s row, and playing billiards in the back. Various women of all shapes, colors, and sizes milled about, all of them mostly undressed.

“Be a good boy, Jack, and grab those two chairs at the front of the stage. I’ll head to the bar.”

The lusty male gaze, something both Tina and Tara were intimately familiar with, washed over Tina as she slowly, casually strolled toward the bar. Businessmen in suits and ties leered at her swaying hips, each accentuated footfall tailored to attract attention. Construction workers stopped chiding each other to drool over her shapely ass, each of them bragging to the others about how they’re, “Gonna get some of that.” Rockers in black leather and chains stopped staring at the dancer, opting to gaze at her hard nipples, bouncing along with every step’s boob jiggle. The revealing, slutty vest did little to hide her bosoms.

“What’ll ya have?” The sexy but tired-looking blond bartender asked.

To Tina’s eyes, she appeared to have been a dancer who grew a bit too exhausted to strip any longer. Her mind created a stream of logic that took her from a bright-eyed dancer to a surly bartender, which made her smile.

“Four shots of tequila, please, plus one long-neck beer, a double whiskey sour, no rocks, and sex on the beach. I think my date would also like a ...

... beer. Do you have a playlist for me to audition? I’m thinking about dancing.”

“First time? Stripping-virgin?” The older woman’s face softened, humor erupting with her smile. Tina only nodded.

“Well, you have the looks and body for it. Attitude is everything, though. We’ll see. The name’s Emma.”

“Ti…umm, Tara.”

“Real name or stage name?”

“Real name.”

“Okay,” she said, her voice betraying no emotion. The bartender slid a tablet over to her. It was connected to the sound system with a long, twisted cable. “Let me see your ID. Type your stage name here,” she pointed to the tablet, “and select three songs. You’re to be down to lingerie or underwear by the end of the first song, topless by the second, and nude by the third. I’ll tell you how this all works, plus the rules here, while I fix your drinks. You sure a sweet little thing like you can hold your booze?”

“What’s this ‘Bio’ thing?”

“Oh, that! Optional. If you want your persona to have a quick backstory, add that, and I’ll hype you up a bit before you take the stage.”

Tina chose the name Ivy for no real reason other than some fake ivy stapled to the frame of the mirror behind the bar. She decided that she went to Catholic school and was now looking to release all that pent-up sexual frustration, as well as having something to talk about in confession next Sunday. Her extreme horniness skyrocketed, and Tina almost grabbed Jack out to the parking lot to fuck him, rather than go through with the dare. ...