Breaking the Rules - Sex Stories

Breaking the Rules

... Elena. Her head was swimming with more emotions than she could identify. There was arousal for sure, as well as fear, excitement, guilt, and gratification, but the rest of her potent cocktail of emotions was utterly indecipherable. She watched as one man after another danced on stage, each inevitably baring it all for her viewing pleasure.

The rest of the girls seemed to be enjoying themselves too, all except for Alaina, who must have had a few too many lemon drops as the rest of the girls were busy playing with dicks. She was having difficulty sitting upright, a look of confusion plastered on her face.

"I think I might be girls, drunk." She tried, her voice barely above a mumble.

Hayley came back in the front door, shivering slightly.

"I've called Marco, he's on his way. She can sleep this off in our guest room. I'll see the rest of you sluts in a bit!" She said, having Maya help her to get Alaina to her feet and out the door.

It was only Elena and Naomi left, for the moment.

"That guy has really nice legs." Naomi said, looking at the stripper currently doing the splits before them. Moments later, her eyes went wide and she clapped her hand over her mouth, turning to Elena. They held each other's gaze for a moment, then both burst out laughing.

"Fuck! I think this night is getting to me." Naomi said, her palm pressed into her forehead.

"Tell me about it. Real talk though- Anders? He was pretty hot, right?" Elena giggled, feeling like a giddy ...

... schoolgirl as she often did when she and Naomi were alone together. It always brought back the vibes of the days they'd spent together in their last year of high school, when they had really bonded over their shared love of photography.

"I mean, yeah. And his... his penis was so thick!" She whispered that last part, as if worried that somebody would find out that she had seen a stripper naked.

The girls chatted on as they watched Dominic Diamond finish his set, ending on an impressive one-handed handstand. As he took a bow, collecting his discarded outfit, the announcer walked onto the stage, microphone in hand.

"Alright folks, we're at the end of our show, but it's not over yet! We have one last audience participation section. I'm going to need two volunteers from the audience for this one. How about... you over there." He said, pointing at a Hispanic looking man in a snazzy green outfit. "What's your name, sir?" He said, holding out the microphone.

"I'm Jessie." He said simply, recoiling from the bright lights aimed at him from above.

"Alright Jessie, you take your place on that dot over there. Now, I need one more. How about the hot lady in the red dress over there. Come on down." There were a few moments of silence as the woman in question made her way over from across the room.

"What do you think they're going to have to do?" Asked Naomi. Elena spotted that both volunteers wore red bracelets, so they wouldn't be fucking, at any rate. Or did that only apply to ...