Breaking the Rules - Sex Stories

Breaking the Rules

... her wrist.

"What are these about, anyway?" Continued Naomi, struggling to attach her own bracelet.

"Oh they're just to let the performers know how far they're allowed to go with us." Elena glanced around the dark room, noting a few people with differently coloured bracelets. She saw red, like hers, but also yellow, green, and purple. She assumed that red must mean no contact, and either green or purple meant... well she wasn't exactly sure, but she was glad she wasn't wearing one of them.

"Oh, and Elena?" She continued "Rule 3: 'That bracelet stays on, no matter what.'"

"More rules?" The bachelorette countered "you gonna get these inscribed on stone tablets or something?"

"Why, should I? Could make a nice souvenir actually..." Elena shook her head. Hayley lived in a different world from everybody else, with different rules and different values.

"Oh, and before I forget, you have to put this on too!" She said, passing Elena a white satin sash with the word 'Bachelorette' printed across it in pink block letters.

Fifteen minutes later, the lights dimmed, and spotlights converged on the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Are we ready to see some skin here tonight?" This was met with a chorus of cheers. Most of them sounded feminine, but a few deep male voices joined the choir as well. "Well without further ado, I'd like you to put your hands together for our first sexy performer: all the way from the Australian outback, he's danced on stages all across the ...

... world. He likes long walks on the beach and oral sex- giving or receiving, he loves it all. Everybody, please welcome Anders!"

With that, a man dressed in a surprisingly accurate Steve Irwin (but younger and sexier) cosplay burst out onto the stage. Clearly they weren't shy about leaning into stereotypes here. As silly as the costume may have been, the man undeniably wore it well. He was muscular, but not to the level of a bodybuilder, like Marco. A thin layer of fat sat on top of his well-defined muscles, giving him a slightly boxier, more solid look. Not quite what you'd call a dad bod, but similar.

Anders danced his way down the stage, his fluid movements in perfect time with the rock anthem playing overhead. When he got to the end of the stage, the bottom of the T shape, where the stage butted directly against the VIP section that Elena and her friends were in, he grabbed hold of the nearby pole and pulled himself into a tight spin, supporting his entire body weight with nothing but one hand.

Coming to a stop, he walked right up to the VIP railing, leaning against it and trailing his hands down his body, starting at his head and going all the way into his waistband, where they moved around a little, stimulating Elena's imagination. Effortlessly standing up straight, Anders turned around, his eyes falling on Elena's group. The bachelorette sash must have stood out, because he immediately pointed to Elena, crooking his finger to call her over. She tried to shake her ...