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Jamie the Black Sheep Ch. 01

By: Trysten



This is my first attempt at a submission. If you're looking for a quick, upfront bang tale, it might not be for you. I like stories that simmer, then explode. I welcome comments/critiques. Also, if this goes well, it might be an ongoing thread. So the end of this story may only be the beginning.

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Jamie was the black sheep of her family. Her father was a devout pastor, her mother a huge supporting factor in the community, and her sisters were models of virtue, she did things a little was smart, beautiful, outgoing, successful, got along with everyone, and commanded everyone's respect at work. The only reason why she could be considered a black sheep was that she acted like her utterly respectable family only 98% of the time. If they had known about the other 2%, it would have rocked the family's idea of itself to the core. After that analysis, black sheep isn't the right description. Actually, Amy was probably the wolf in sheep's clothing.

*****

Introducing Jamie:

The beginning of the year had been extremely stressful for Jamie and her boyfriend Will. They both worked at the same boutique investment bank. Technically, they weren't supposed to have interoffice relationships, but everyone in the office knew to keep their damn mouths shut about it. The two acted more professional than anyone else, and no one wanted to lose either of their talents. The couple could basically print money and keep investors happy even when the portfolio seemed on the brink of oblivion.

Jamie and Will met at the firm. He was an impressive kid too: all the right schools, played the right sports, smart as a whip, and a handsome guy. They immediately hit it off and within two or three months of working together, their work lunches turned to after work drinks, after work drinks turned to romantic dinners, and romantic dinners turned to long nights in bed.

Jamie truly was a professional. She graduated from an Ivy, did exceedingly well there, and then started at the firm. There was never a grammar error in an email, her work was entered on time, and she looked the part. Looking the part can be difficult for a female in finance. They had to compete with the good-looking, successful guys who frequently took advantage of gorgeous women after work. The trick to Jamie's look was that she looked beautiful but made large efforts to present the power of beauty and not become Type B submissive beauty who was just a hopeful wife.

At 5'7, Jamie was tall but not too tall. She usually kept her dirty blond hair in a ponytail at work. A normal day at the office would see her wearing nice dress slacks that hugged her ass, but would allow a little room as they ran down her long, slender legs. They were enough to reveal that she had an amazing figure, but not enough to cause whispers. On top, she opted for a tight women's button up work shirt. Her full Bs, possibly even tipping toward a C cup gave her more than a full handful up top, but again, nothing to cause whispers if she passed down the hall. In sum, she blended in perfectly and gave no one the impression that she was anything other than a conservative businesswoman.

*****

"Uhh," Jamie thought to herself as she left work at 11:25 pm late that Wednesday afternoon. She was worn out. Physically drained. Mentally exhausted. "Just two more days. In two days' time, I'll be on vacation at the beach." She knew she was having 'light at the end of the tunnel' fatigue—the kind of tired where you know you're so close to something and every moment between now and then seems to take infinitely too long. That tension had been slowly building for weeks. Between the long hours and the stress of working in finance when the whole market at any moment could ruin all their hard work, Jamie felt the need for a release. And the more Jamie began to admit it to herself, she knew she needed a big release. 

The vacation had been planned by some of her high school friends. They had all grown up in the same school area (some going to public, others private), the same church (Jamie's father's church), and the same group of church friends. With all that described, Jamie enjoyed the fact that they were her long-time friends who happened to be church-ey. These girls weren't saints. They all knew they had lost their virginity by their freshmen years in college, they went out drinking, and would make mistakes with boys. But overall, they were good girls and didn't have random flings. Of the four girls going to the beach, only one didn't have a serious boyfriend—Claire. These were the types of girls that she could present to her family and receive approval, but she could also explore some of the more unseemly nightlife options without too much of their judgment.



*****

Friday afternoon finally arrived. Jamie had taken a half day so that the group could start off around noon and make the seven hour drive to the beach in time for a fresh seafood dinner and a night on the town. Jamie stopped by Will's office, closed the door behind her, and wrapped around him giving him a long, deep "I'll miss you, and see you in a few days" kiss. Will understood how happy she was to be taking a much needed break, and he wished that it was the two of them that would be headed out for a long, relaxing weekend. He knew that it would just be another weekend where he'd probably put in about fifteen hours of work over the weekend.

Jamie piled into the car with the other three girls and they headed off. Rachel was driving. It was very like her to drive. Socially, she took charge of the girls' activities. She had a fairly mundane job, and Jamie let her organize everything because she was tired of doing that every minute she was at work. Delegate responsibility of thinking of what to do: That was one of Jamie's first feelings of release for the weekend.

When the girls arrived at their hotel, they quickly unpacked in order to enjoy as much of the night as they could. It was a typical beach condo. It was a one bedroom, one and a half bath place. In the living room, there was a fold out couch and a very comfortable looking recliner. As the girls unpacked, Emily started to twirl around some of the bathing suits she had bought for the trip. Emily was a classic flirt. She'd tease men she met, and every blue moon she would let them take her home. She wasn't an angel, but then again she was a lot closer to an angel than a slut. Needless to say, some of the suits Emily brought were on the risqué side. Emily was a voluptuous girl. She was two inches shorter than Jamie, but outweighed her by twenty pounds. It wasn't chubby pounds, it was woman pounds. She had full breasts that had to have been DD and full hips. If she wore some of these things around on the beach it was going to attract attention.

That night the girls enjoyed their dinner and drinks. All the girls had a pretty good buzz, but they also had the fatigue from the work week piled on top of a seven hour drive to the beach. They headed back to their room about one in the morning. Emily and Rachel took the bedroom. After Jamie thought about it for a second, she realized that there really wasn't even a discussion about it. That was mildly annoying, because they were all paying the same amount of money and they would be much more comfortable. After thinking about if for a minute, Jamie gave up the thought. "That makes sense" she told herself. "Of anyone, Emily will probably need the bedroom for a visitor and Rachel put all this together so she probably deserves it."

The slight off-putting fact about this arrangement was that Jamie was now tagged with Claire. Jamie loved Claire and thought of her as one of her best friends, but there was no way she could get around the feeling that she was hopeless. She still lived at home with her parents. She had a job in "fashion," and that was exactly what she wanted, but she was floor rep in a local boutique—a glorified checkout girl who occasionally gave fashion tips to bewildered husbands or fashion-ignorant passers-through. Further, Claire had never really had a real boyfriend. She had hooked up with guys from time to time, but even that was limited. There were a few reasons for that: 1) she was extremely average looking (not bad but far from good, 2) she didn't like putting out (so guys rarely made the effort), and 3) she didn't drink much and when she did it was lightly (so she didn't even have "woops" moments). Guys referred to her as the "Mother Hen" in the presence of women and "a cockblock that would stop Ray fucking Lewis" when amongst the guys.

*****

The next morning Rachel, Claire, and I headed down to the beach around 11:00. Emily had drank more than the rest of us the night before and needed to sleep a little later. As we left she told us she'd be down after she showered and got ready. So we headed out with our towels, wraps, and a small cooler. We had only brought a pitcher of margaritas down to the beach with us, and we knew it wouldn't last for more than a few hours. We planned this on purpose so that at about 2 or 3 o'clock it would force us to come back up to the condo. That way, we would avoid drinking too much and prevent serious sunburns the first day.



The next thing we know it was around noon, and Emily appears on the horizon walking towards us; however, she wasn't alone. Trailing right behind her were four guys. Another thing I immediately noticed was that two guys had large coolers hoisted up on their shoulders. They were all skinny, very pasty, and had crew cuts, but overall they were pretty cute. It was fairly easy to comprehend why these guys decided to follow Emily. Her breasts were overflowing in her top. Not only was there a massive line of cleavage, but base string was so stretched that her tits were coming out the bottom. 



I looked at my own suit and considered myself downright Puritanical. But then I did a quick look down, and I could see that I had two things to be proud of. "I have nice tits" I affirmed to myself. After a few more seconds of admiration, I also noticed my nipples were saying hello. Between the immediate effects of the tequila in the two margaritas and the boys, I was getting a little turned on. For a split second I felt a strong stirring in all my right places. I could feel the pressure of the sand pushing up between my legs and the cool breeze blowing across exposed skin...and it made me quiver.

Emily got up to us, unfurled her towel, and sat down. She introduced us to the guys: Ryan, Matt, Andy, and Will. They all turned out to be Coast Guard guys who all had a weekend's leave. "Hey, Will is Jamie's boyfriend's name," Claire exclaimed. Emily and Rachel shot her a cold glance. They didn't want to scare away the cute guys who obviously seemed nice enough at first meeting. I didn't care, I was kinda glad that that was out in the open. The comment did attract Will's attention. He laughed and told us that with a name that great he must be some guy.



Then Will did something unexpected. He took off his shirt, as would be expected. Then, the next article to go were his tearaway basketball warm up pants—the kinds with the snaps on the side. Underneath, he was rocking a Euro-style brief bathing suit. It wasn't a full speedo, but they were tight, very short, and neon orange. "Lifeguard On Duty Ladies!" he yelled. All of us immediately both laughed and began to wonder what we had gotten ourselves into.



Immediately, Claire went back to her book as the guys unpacked their stuff. I noticed Emily and Rachel begin assessing the guys. Even though they both had boyfriends, I knew they weren't going to pass up the chance to check out the items on display. As I was passing judgment on them in my mind, I found my eyes going back to Will. More specifically, I went back to checking out the package. It takes a pretty confident guy to rock something like the banana boat. To be honest, I thought he was pulling it off pretty well.

A few minutes later, Ryan asked Emily if she wanted to be his partner in a game of cornhole. She quickly jumped at the chance. Will approached me and asked if I would be his partner. "I have no idea how to play," was all I could reply. 

"It's easy. There's two boards ten yards apart. You take a bean bag and try to throw it on the board. Also on the board is a hole, and if you make it in the hole you get extra points." 

"Easy enough. Sure, I'm in," I said. Right after I said it I gave him both my hands to help me up. He pulled me up so hard that I launched into him. We did a chest bump, and I rolled down chest-to-chest. For me, it was like it was slow motion. I waited a fraction of second to break away from our contact, then I took a step back. If I was only a little turned on before, I was moving right along to getting positively riled up.

I was a little disappointed when I found out partners played opposite one another. Will was pretty far away. The largest consolation was that he had to look at me the whole time. And look he did. Even though I was standing next to Emily, Will didn't take his eyes off me. There were a lot of distractions too. Emily bounced up and down whenever she came close to the board flailing her tits around. I took a serious approach and found my groove. Will and I won 21-3. We destroyed them. Will came up and gave be a big hug. I could feel his thinly covered manhood right against my bare belly and it felt wonderful.

At that point, the girls realized that our small store of margs was done. I was a little annoyed at the thought of going back up. I was having a good time! Then the boys came to the rescue. Will opened the cooler he had brought with him and inside was everything a local bar would have: tequila, rum, beer, mixers, you name it. Claire and Rachel decided to pack it up and head back as scheduled. Matt and Andy followed them. Emily and I decided to accept a drink and another game.

Will poured me a drink, and after the first sip I knew it was strong. I mean strong strong. Even though I could tell he'd done everything you can do to try to cover up the taste of tequila, the fact that I tasted it was saying a lot. I immediately chugged it, spiked the cup, and yelled, "I'm on fucking vacation, let's get it on!" Emily shot me a surprised glance and then downed her drink. The ball was officially rolling.

*****

About two hours (and four strong drinks) later it was around 5 o'clock and we were drunk! And the best thing for me was that it wasn't sloppy drunk, we all seemed to be in the zone without getting stupid. Don't let me fool you, our inhibitions were obviously coming down. The first evidence of that came from Emily. No surprise from that tease. She was now standing next to Ryan and tossing the bags. Then, for the first time of the day, she threw one right in the hole. Everyone clapped for her. She was jumping up and down and shaking her tits like a stripper. In the middle of her celebration Ryan gave her a football style ass slap with a big "Atta girl!" No one batted an eye. 

After the ass slap, Emily really put some effort into the shake and directed it right at Ryan. I didn't think her top could hold, and it didn't. Her left boob flew out and said hello to the sunshine and all of us. I was amazed at how firm and how little her boob sagged. Her perfect, nickel-sized pink nipple was a foot away from Ryan and he seemed in awe. She slowly and unabashedly slipped it back in as the game continued.

A few shots later, my team was pretty close to winning the game. My head was cloudy in a good way from the alcohol and my body was tingly from the whole day. I stood, and with as much concentration as I could muster let a throw fly. In the hole. Ringer. For the win. Tying it at three matches a piece. I threw my hands up in celebration and gave my best Emily impression of the titty shake. Then I did something pretty brash. I stuck my ass out for Will, and waited. He didn't give me the slap I wanted, so I heckled him, "Come on, Emily got the ass slap!" Will hesitated and then gave me a small one. I barely felt it. 

Ryan booed. "You can do better than that," I heard from the other side. 

Will gave me one a little harder...still pathetic and to more boos.

I wanted him to feel me! And more importantly I wanted to feel him! Utterly emboldened by the alcohol, I took the back of my bottoms, hiked them up, and gave myself a huge wedgie. It wasn't difficult; the material of my bottoms was pretty thin. It went right up by ass crack, exposing both my cheeks.

"I know you can do better than that! I want to see a handprint on my ass!" I yelled.

Will looked really surprised, then reared back and walloped me. "Ahhhh!!" I gave out a hugely sexual cry, and finished it with, "cause you know I'm a bad girl!" 

The sting going through my body was like jumpstart. I felt everything, and everything felt amazing. The sand in my toes, my bottoms buried in my ass (and my pussy), the panels on my top gently rubbing against my nipples. All of this was happening while I was still doing my stripper titty shake. The whole experience was one huge synergy of sensuality. 

While I was turned around to show Will, Ryan, and Emily the red handprint on my ass, I looked down at my front that they couldn't see. What I saw were my rock hard nipples. I thought that alone was a little scandalous. THEN, I looked even farther down. In my quick scramble to give myself a wedgie, I had really tugged on my bottoms. So much so that a lot of the material buried itself in my pussy lips. I quickly noticed that my left pussy lip was exposed, and what little the thin material continued to cover provided a perfect outline for the shape of the rest of my pussy. It was the most obvious cameltoe imaginable. 

With that realization another zap went through my body. "Ah! This is so slutty!" I realized. If I turn around now, then a guy I met only a few hours ago will practically and partially see me naked. And I have a boyfriend at home!

For some reason, my mind went back to a few days ago to the office where I was tired and frustrated with work. All the pent up stress and fatigue melted away. More than that, I was really wet now. Shivers were going up my spine. My clit (that I could now see poking at my bottoms) was throbbing. I realized that in the span of last twenty seconds I had relieved more stress and was more sexually turned on than ever before in my life. This quasi orgasmic feeling was only heightened by the anticipation of what my own mind would decide to do next. "Why does it only have to last twenty seconds?" I thought.

"Uh, you slut," was going through my mind when I turned around. I hadn't changed a thing. Nipples: really showing. Bikini Bottoms: now a thong. Ass: free to see. Pussy: one lip out and counting. The whole group's attention was right on me. Without batting an eye I soaked it in. In my whole sheltered life in private schools and at an Ivy, I had never just hung my body out like this before.

Ryan's eyes feasted on me. I could trace his eyeline to all the things I noticed. First, he ogled my nipples. Next, he noticed my pussy half hanging out. After that, his mouth was whole open in shock!

And he wasn't the only one doing the looking. Will was still wearing his tight little bathing suit. All day I had just been able to pick out the bulge of his cock. After my little show the individual bits were much more recognizable. I could clearly see the shafting running down to the head. 

Another zap. Immediately, it monopolized my mind. "God, look at that cock. I want that pounding inside me right now," I thought. "No, you can't do something that slutty," I had to say to myself.

*****

Attention turned back to Game 7, the Championship. That is to say most of the attention. Will still stared at me when he could turn. Ryan kept obvious and continuous eye contact on me. Emily, I feared, had abandoned me in the quest to tease the boys. I realized that she had probably meant to show them her boob, but that was it. That's where she drew the line. She kept rearranging her suit trying to give me "subtle" hints that you could see half my pussy. I didn't care. That same pussy was absolutely leaking with arousal.


Jamie the Black Sheep Ch. 01



The game continued and the other team won. So it goes. I gave Will an ass slap for winning. Then he gave me another tender ass slap. Only this time, I didn't mind that it was tender. It was aimed perfectly. He got me right at the bottom of my ass. Now that I think about it, it wasn't my ass at all. It was mostly inner thigh. And with an extremely small amount of material to block his hand's progress, he brushed against my pussy. He slowly drew it back along my slit. The cameltoe was so obvious that I could tell he purposely went right down the crease.

"Holy fuck," I said. "I really like this game." His hand lingered. I didn't care where Emily and Ryan were. I backed up into Ryan's hand to permit a second round. As I backed up I felt his cock right in my lower back. It was ecstasy. My thoughts were all about Will's cock. Inside me. My mouth, my pussy, my ass. I hadn't even been ass fucked—ever. Hell, I had never even used the term ass fuck. But that's what I wanted. That's what I needed.

"HEY GUYS, we made dinner!" yelled Claire. 

"Are you fucking kidding me?" was all Will could say as he quickly withdrew his hand.

*****

Claire's presence kind of shocked me back to reality. I had been nine heartbeats away from fucking Will right there in the sand. Now, rational brain kicked in. I fixed my suit bottoms and covered all my personals. Emily and I threw on our wraps, got our towels, and started walking back to the condo. 

"Boys, y'all be sure to come too. The other boys got stuff for everyone," Claire said. Well, at least she wasn't utterly useless.

We all marched back up to our condo. When we got there, the place did smell amazing. I hadn't eaten in a while and I could tell that was a major factor in how drunk I was. I hadn't noticed before, but Claire was all done up as if she were ready to go out. Rachel too. They had showered, gotten on nice clothes, and applied makeup. 

"Dinner will be ready in ten," Rachel said. All the boys loved the idea of this. Emily and I just looked at each other and decided to do a quick cleanup. "I think I might try into some different bottoms," Emily told us. "Me too," I added.

I went back to the bedroom with Emily. She took something in the bathroom and closed the door. I looked through my stuff and found a new pair of underwear. Actually, it was a nice pair of red lacy boy shorts. The kind that completely hugs you and shows off half your ass. They were lacy, so they only covered the private bits. Well, mostly. You could definitely see my little trimmed V patch of pubic hair right above my pussy. 

As I finished putting them on I decided that it would be dumb to fully change. I was sandy, salty, and sweaty from the beach. I didn't want to put something on just for dinner, get it dirty, then change into something else if we went out. So I left my wrap on and decided to not change that. It was fine. It was one of those strapless, dress-type wraps that you can throw right over you. It has thin material with a cute little print. There's elastic at the top that keeps it up. It goes down and just barely passes your ass. It hugged my curves wonderfully.

Then, that little twinge that I suppressed earlier came back to me. "Why don't I take my bikini top off?" It's a little sandy and irritating. With my wrap on you barely even see cleavage. Plus, I had a strapless top on. No one would even know I wasn't wearing a top. So I took it off. My bare tits against the soft material felt much much better.

At that instant, Emily emerged from the bathroom. "What? Are you not changing?" she asked. 

"No," I said. "I'll probably take a shower after dinner. I don't want to get clothes dirty just for dinner."

"That's actually pretty smart, I probably shouldn't have thrown this on." 

What Emily had put on was pretty beach casual. She had one of those short denim skirts and a flattering top that displayed a good amount of cleavage.

So, dressed like that we wandered back into the party.

*****

The second Emily and I walked in the boys started smiling. The atmosphere had changed a lot since we left. Will immediately put a new drink in my hand. The boys had cued up their iPod player and the room was filled with dance music. Rachel was already dancing with Andy. This had turned from casual, but aggressive, day drinking, into a get fucked up preparty. That was a little dangerous for me, because I could really feel the effect of drinking all day. "Fuck it," I thought. "It's my vacation, let's get it on!" 

That was the game changing moment of the night for me. Before that, I was just ready to have a good time. Once I decided to take that attitude, however, I was determined to experience all that that the night had to offer. Balls to the wall. When I questioned myself on exactly what that meant, I took one look at Will's cock in that bathing suit. At that moment the hunger returned. 

"You didn't even change," Will said.

"Sure I did, you just can't see the changes," I said as I winked at Will. Then under my breath with just him by me, I finished that sentence with a "yet...". He immediately gave me a good ass slap. I responded with another sexual cry. Claire looked shocked and gave us a death stare as she was plating the food. "Calm down, killer," Emily inserted. "It's all in good fun. There was a lot of that and more in our last game at the beach."

So I started dancing, along with almost everyone else. Soon Will and I were grinding...hard. Things were really heating up. Literally. We were all dancing so hard that we started sweating. It wasn't enough to be gross and enough to be a real turn on. Then I found myself grinding in between Will and Ryan. Will's hard cock was rubbing up and down my ass while Ryan's leg moved into between my legs. His leg was underneath my wrap brushing back and forth directly against my barely covered pussy and it was driving me fucking insane. Abandon all thoughts of propriety, I'm getting felt up in front of the whole damn room. 

I reached one arm behind me around Will to bring him close. I had the other hand grabbing onto Ryan's ass bringing him closer. The sensation of being pinned between these two bigger guys was getting too much for me. I could feel my juices getting on Ryan's leg and making his back and forth grind more slick.

I also loved feeling Will behind me, but there was something lacking. He had on the speedo, I had on my wrap and panties. There was just too much material between us! I decided something had to be done, so I took one hand off Ryan real quick and just hiked up my wrap above my belly button. At that point, my boy short panties were completely out in the open. Will dropped his grinding lower and I felt his thinly covered cock moving against the bare skin of my ass.

At that moment, two things happened. First, Will reached his hands around and grasped both my tits above my wrap. "Holy fucking shit. His hands are massaging my tits in front of everyone! Keep going. I don't give a dman," was all I could think. Second, either Andy or Matt stood beside me and tipped a bottle of booze over me. I managed to catch most in my mouth for a long shot, but a lot of it dribbled down my front.

* Music Stops. * Immediately, everyone stopped dancing and looks around. GOD! MY heart was still racing. My pussy wasn't just on fire, I could feel my pulse rhythmically throbbing in my clit. As I looked around, it turns out that it was just Ryan, Will, and I seriously dancing. Emily and Andy were on the dance floor, but it was obvious they weren't approaching our level. "Fuck them, I'm getting mine," I thought.

Claire and Rachel were staring at me with more judgment than I thought was possible. I was expecting this from Claire, but I wasn't expecting such a harsh look from Rachel. Oh well, they were both so much more sober than Emily and I were at the moment. I figured they'd loosen up as the night wore on. 

*****

We all sat down for dinner. Claire placed herself on one side of me and Rachel on the other. "Holy shit, Jamie. What do you think you were doing?" Rachel whispered to me. "Will is your boyfriend and a great guy. I don't think he'd appreciate what was going on just now one bit." 

I giggled. "Listen, I'm sorry that I'm pretty drunk right now. Did it get a little heated? Yes, but I have everything under control. Nothing's going to happen." As I said this I could feel the wetness from my pussy soaking through my panties into my wrap. It seemed like their disapproval was only driving me more wild. 

As I looked across the table at Will, I could tell he was now staring at my tits. I looked down and saw that my wrap was clinging to my body from all the sweat. It even made the material a little transparent. That was fine when wearing a bikini top, but it was really obvious that I didn't have one on now. Also, now that we were in the air conditioned kitchen my nipples could cut glass. He had a perfect outline of my perky little tits. "Mmm, I'm glad he got to at least feel them from the outside before we stopped," I thought. I hit rewind in my memory and tried to relive Will rubbing his cock on my ass, his hands on my tits, and Ryan's leg rubbing away at my pussy.

"Yea, Jamie. Your dress was hiked up and you could see your underwear. Hell, I thought I saw a little bush," Claire added meekly. 

"You're right Claire, that was over the top, but they had seen me in nothing but bikini bottoms all day. I didn't think it was that big of a deal." But I knew that the guys had seen my neatly trimmed little bush. That was taking it over the line, and it was a line I definitely wanted to cross.

"What if Will finds out?" Claire dropped that bomb.

The Will sitting at the table answered that one, ending the pretense that he couldn't hear us. "I thought what happens on a girls' weekend stayed at the girls' weekend?"

I looked right in his eyes and said, "Here, here."

"P.S. Jamie. Those red boy shorts are so sexy, where did you get them?" Emily quietly chimed in breaking some of the tension but tipping her hat to the highly charged sexual situation happening in front of us. At least there was one person who was on my side.

We finished our meal without much more conversation. The elapsed time, however, did nothing to calm down my inner fucking tiger who wanted to get fucked up and party. That was obvious to everyone as I challenged random people around the table to finish their drinks.

It turns out, however, that we didn't have as much alcohol as I would have thought. We ran out of booze and it was only 10 o'clock. Buzz kill. Another big problem was that our condo was about 35 minutes away from any place that would still sell alcohol by the time we got there.

"I'll go, because I can drive," Claire piped in. Thank the good lord. Make yourself useful Claire. You need to give me some space and get me some social lubricant. Rachel volunteered to tag along with her so that she wouldn't have to go by herself. Hearing that, Matt said he'd pony up and be the guy to escort them. 

They drove off a few minutes later. That left Emily and I along with Will, Ryan, and Andy. I felt a little bad, because the numbers were uneven. Oh well, survival of the fittest.

Will stood up and asked for the opportunity for a speech, "Guys...and lovely ladies...I feel kinda bad about this, but I just found this." In a grand gesture he raised a ¾ full bottle of vodka. He'd hidden it from them. He continued his speech, "The rule is that someone else has to hold the bottle and pour for someone else. No cups, but cup substitutes are allowed." Boom. Party continues. 

Immediately the music was back on. This time around it wasn't the Top 40 mix, it was the club and hip hop music that clubs used late night to get things nasty. Emily immediately cornered Andy and danced with him. She was really swaying and I could tell she was really drunk. I took Will's hand and made sure there wasn't a bit of space between us. Ryan was the first on duty for shots. He approached me and poured a shot down my throat. 

"Nice swallow," Will added. "This time, though, don't swallow, hold it in your mouth for a bit."

Ryan proceeded to tip the bottle again and I kept it in my mouth. Will grabbed me and put his lips to mine. I opened my mouth and let the liquid fall into his. After he swallowed we stayed locked and began a passionate kiss.

"Cup Substitutes Allowed!" Ryan yelled.

It was Emily's turn and she had it poured for her. A lot of it spilled. Rather than ask for permission, Andy just went face first into her cleavage and started licking the spillage. At first Emily was taken off guard, the she glanced at me and pulled down her shirt to reveal even more or her huge tits. She pulled it so low that you could begin to see the tops of her areolas. It was really hot. Andy made sure that he gave a lot of attention to those. I even saw his tongue snake under her bra. There's no way he missed the nipple. Emily arched her head back in ecstasy.

The dancing continued. Will got right in front of me and we started seriously grinding. After seeing Emily up her game, I wasn't going to be outdone. I hiked my dress up again so that my panties were on display as well as my firm tummy. Will's arms quickly encircled me and started to rub all over my legs, ass, and back. I could feel my skin begin to smolder with the heat of my arousal. The only thing that seem to feel cool was the sweat from our exertion and the wetness growing between my legs.

As a new song started, Will spun me around and inched his hands higher and higher up my body until I finally felt his hands around my tits. He softly rubbed them and then gave each nipple a quick pinch. "Ahhh, I love hands on my tits" I whispered in his ear. Also, his hard cock was all over my ass and back. I grinded against it as if I wanted him to get off right then and there.

At that moment Ryan returned with the bottle. I tilted my head back and took another shot. I starting doing the math in my head on how many shots I had taken, and that number was getting big. I was getting sloppy drunk. I felt it. I couldn't care less.

Shortly thereafter, I felt was Ryan pulling my head back for another shot. Bring it. As the liquid hit me, I knew immediately he missed. It hit my chin and neck and spilled down my front. With perfect simultaneous timing, Will ever so lightly tugged my wrap down from the loose elastic top and bared my tits for all to see. The vodka streaked down my boobs and Ryan was right there to lick it off. "Oh fuck yes!! Lick everything off my tits," I moaned. 

I realized that that was something I said out loud. Most of the other slutty thoughts I had kept inside. That was one big release I had wanted for the weekend. 

When Ryan heard my outcry he took it as a green light and really went to town. It felt amazing. He poured another shot on my chest. This time Will and Andy each took a tit and licked them clean. Holy fuck! Two tongues feverishly lapping my nipples had me on the verge of orgasm after all the stimuli today. I grabbed both of their hands and pulled them into my chest. "Don't ever fucking stop."

At that moment, I looked up and saw Emily was all by herself. "Give me that damn bottle," was all she mumbled to Will. Before he could even say anything she grabbed it, and poured a shot on my chest. The SHE went to town licking my tits. It put me over the top when she had one nipple in her mouth and her hand torqueing my other nipple. I writhed and began feverishly rubbing my cunt. I don't know if it was an orgasm, but I was wave upon wave of powerful shudders. "Lick it all up bitch! Give it to me."

I tore Emily away from me and pushed her a foot back. At first she gave me a confused look. Then I looked into her eyes and grabbed the bottom of her top. Instantly, she lifted up her arms and I slid off her shirt revealing her massive fucking melons. She was breathing so hard her chest was expanding and contracting like they were about to explode. Andy moved quickly and undid the strap at the back letting her massive jugs tumble out. 

I don't know who did it, but vodka got poured all over her tits. I started ravenously licking, biting, and sucking on them. There wasn't going to be a missed drop. From behind her Ryan lifted up her very short skirt to reveal a very small thong barely covering her own pussy. 

"Someone help me," I quickly pleaded. Will was right there. I took a quick glimpse over. Will and I were about four inches away each going to town each on a massive tit. I kept rubbing my clit as I did it. The sensation in my body went past the frenzy I thought I was capable of. 

Will broke away and looked at Andy who really wasn't doing anything. He grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me backward from Emily's tit. "What the fuck are you doing?" I asked indignantly. As soon as I got those words out, Will started making out with me while he rubbed my tits and my pussy. 

Ryan who was behind Emily rubbing away on her pussy said, "Andy you idiot start pleasuring the slut." 

"Ohh yea," I moaned. I fucking loved having us referred to as sluts. I knew that if they thought that's what we were, they give us exactly what a slut deserves. And we both wanted that. Emily had one guy rubbing her tits and another working her pussy. I saw her skirt flying across the room followed shortly thereafter by her thong. She was absolutely naked. As all this happened she kept taking slugs from the liquor bottle. 

Meanwhile, I stepped out of my wrap. I threw it across the room. Now I just had on my panties. Even they had been pushed aside so Will had unencumbered access to my cunt. As he did a number on all my sensitive areas, I pulled his hard cock out of that bathing suit. Having his member in my hand was like a triumph. I had wanted it all day and now I had it. I stroked it up and down its length.

I saw Ryan and Andy taking Emily over the pull out couch. I can only assume they were about to start fucking her. As they laid her down, she moaned and was telling them to give it to her. Andy didn't hesitate and had his clothes coming off just like that.

"You guys have fun with her, we're going to the bedroom," I informed those three. I grabbed Will by his dick and dragged him to the bed. We stood and kissed violently for a minute or two before I pushed his ass on the bed. After I slid off my panties, I climbed on top of him. 

I had one leg on either side of him and was about to lower myself onto his throbbing cock when Ryan came in the room. He turned on the light and saw that I was about to mount Will. I arched my back, stuck my ass in the air, and hoped he got a perfect view of my cunt. 

"Shit, sorry guys, but Emily is passed the fuck out. Do you think she's alright?"

"I'm sure the slut is fine. You better not fuck her like that, just put her on her side. And lock and shut the fucking door. Your friend here is about to get the fuck of his life."

With that, Ryan shut the door. I didn't give a second thought to my friend who was at the mercy of two strangers outside. I just had one thing in mind. I was so wet and stimulated from the whole day that my pussy impaled his cock without much resistance. I'm a pretty tight girl, so there was some give, but not as much as what I was expecting. 

"Holy shit I'm so fucking horny for this cock. You better last all night, Will."

"Oh I'll last all night, bitch. The question is can you take it. I heard you weren't slutty at all. Are you faking it now or can you really put out?"

"Does it look like I'm faking this asshole?" With that I turned on turbo fuck mode. I was flinging my hips and pussy against his cock so hard I thought I was going to break it. Before I started that, Will had been rubbing my tits, but now he had to put them down just to steady himself. It didn't take long for him to get in the groove. Before long he began bucking back with all of his strength meeting me with every thrust. It was hitting my G spot and I was loving every fucking moment of this slutty ecstasy.




Jamie the Black Sheep Ch. 01



"Yea slut work it. What's my last name?" 

"AHHHH...I don't know or give a fuck. I just want more of this dick."

"What's my first name?"

"WILL!!! Oh yes, keep giving it to me. Oh yes, Will."

"And what's your boyfriend's name?"

"Will!!! I'm fucking so many Wills." My heart rate was maxing out. I was actually about to pass out. I don't know if it was the physical exertion, or the wave upon wave of pleasure. But something kept me going at this feverish pace. I knew there was an ultimate orgasm on the horizon.

"And does it make you feel slutty that I'm not your boyfriend?"

"YES! I'm a slut. A giant cheating fucking slut."

"When did we meet, slut?"

"Just a few hours ago. I don't even know your goddamned name. Shut the fuck up. Make this slut explode!"

All the dirty talk did actually hit my rational brain...and I completely fed off it. I didn't care that he wasn't my boyfriend and that I didn't know him. I just wanted more pleasure.

"Don't stop, I'm close."

"I'm about to cum! Where do you want it you fucking slut?"

"Blow inside me! I want it all in this slutty cunt."

The next thing I know I feel a massive surge deep in my pussy and knew he was cumming. It was too much. I briefly stopped pistoning up and down but he didn't stop bucking. His pace increased to something I didn't think was possible as he pounded every last drop inside me.

"Ahhhhhh...AAAAAAHH!!!"

That's when every nerve in my whole body fired. The second I felt him cum in me, it set off a chain reaction that erupted the largest orgasm I had ever had. 

I collapsed on top of him. We didn't move for a few minutes and tried to catch our breaths. As I lay there, I could feel a slow dribble of his cum leaking out of me. I felt so satisfied. I put my head on his chest and looked out towards the balcony door to see the ocean. 

Claire was standing there with a horrified look on her face...



Jamie the Black Sheep Ch. 02



This is the second chapter of the "Jamie The Black Sheep" story. I hope you enjoyed the first. If you're starting on the second, I suggest you move back one so that you can meet the cast of characters.

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"Oh my god Jamie, what have you done?" Claire blurted out when Jamie came out on the condo's balcony. 

I didn't simply walk out on the balcony; I strolled outside completely naked. I had peeled myself off Will's toned body, stood up, and went for the door. I didn't bat an eye. I felt as confident as a model walking down a catwalk moving towards the door. 

As soon as the warm, humid ocean air hit my skin, it completely reinvigorated me. The breeze was cool enough that it gave my sweaty body a quick shiver along with goose bumps, but also warm enough for me to realize that I could be naked outside for as long as I wanted and be utterly comfortable.

The second sensation I had was a very powerful feeling of lightheadedness. I was still really drunk. And I mean drunk. I had sat in the sun and drank all day. Then, during our preparty that turned into the main party, I continued to pound shots. Mmm. Then the memories of Will pounding me—or did I pound him—can flooding back to me.

"Jamie, Rachel and I leave you alone for an hour, and the next thing we knew we can't find you, Emily is passed out, and then we hear screaming. We thought you were being killed."

"Claire, don't be so melodramatic," I added as I giggled. Just from my initial comments it had to have been obvious that I wasn't going to display the least bit of empathy to her situation or remorse for my actions.

"Melodramatic! I come around looking for you and see you screwing a stranger! Not only screwing, but you were admitting to being a slut, telling him you enjoyed cheating, and demanding that he cum inside you. Jamie, you have a boyfriend. Are you really that kind of girl?"

I laughed. "Damn girl, you didn't miss a thing. How long were you out here watching us?"

"That's not the point. I saw enough to know that what I saw wasn't my best friend. The things you were doing and saying were terrible. I have no idea what your family would do if they found out about any of this!"

"Claire, calm down..."

"...I will NOT calm down! At dinner you promised it was just a little flirting and wouldn't go any further. Emily wasn't banging away at one of the guys. It was just you."

"Oh, how is Emily. Did the boys treat her ok?"

"What do you mean treat her ok? She was passed out—fully clothed—on the couch, so that seems to make her more than ok."

"Fully clothed?" I laughingly questioned.

"Yes! Why wouldn't she be fully...wait, else happened?"

"Obviously nothing happened. So everything is fine."

"Everything is NOT fine!"

"Alright, alright. Claire, let's all go to bed. Bring Emily in here. I'll sleep in bed with her and make sure she's fine."

"Wait, I thought Rachel and Emily had the bed."

"Trust me Claire, Rachel isn't going to want to sleep on top of the things I just did to that bed."

*****

Emily and I lay down to go to sleep on the bed. Well, a passed out Emily was more or less dragged on the bed and put under the covers. I lay down next to her. I didn't ever bother with clothes following Will's and my fuck fest. I did feel bad about the situation. Not bad for Claire or the girls, but bad for Will. I was still drunk and still horny and I knew he could use a little more loving. I figured he did too. Hell, even more than Will: I felt bad for Ryan. He didn't get any. 

Matt and Andy had left the condo to go back to their place. By the time Rachel and Claire moved Emily to the bed and got everything else sorted out, Ryan and Will had passed out on the floor. Oh well, they're not taking up bed space.

With that, I allowed myself to half pass out and half go to sleep. I realized as I dozed that it had been a momentous day for me. Not only for my own realization of what I was capable of, but also knowing that my three (er, well two until Emily woke up) best friends knew what I was capable of.

The last thought that went through my head before sleep was the realization that I wished it had gone even further.

*****

"Uhhhchk - uuuhhhhcccchhhh!"

"Holy shit, what the fuck?" I screamed as I woke up. My mind was in the fog of just waking up and still being a little drunk from the night before.

I looked over and saw Emily had vomited all over herself and the bed. "Great." Luckily, none of it had gotten on me. She seemed completely content lying in her own filth. I was in no mood to clean up Emily or the bed. That would have taken huge amounts of effort, and it was what, 4 in the morning?

I scrambled in the dark outside into the main room of the condo. I saw Rachel and Claire sleeping peacefully on the pullout and Will and Ryan sprawled out on the floor. They did not look comfortable on the hard tile. Hell, a price they were probably glad to pay after a night like last night.

At that point I realized that I was still completely naked. Not just naked, but "after fucking" naked. I could feel the dry remnants of my own juices and his cum in between my legs with every step. I could feel some of the sweat and sand that I still had on me from a day at the beach and a night in bed with Will. To say I didn't care would be incorrect. I cared. But I cared because I thought it was such a turn on. I had demanded that Will treat me like a slut, and here I stood. Naked chick in middle of room, sweaty, sandy, and with cum on her: Prima facie slut evidence.

I walked into the main room's bathroom and peed for a while. As I sat there, I was debating where exactly I was going to sleep. Would I risk piling on the pullout, waking up the girls, and then having to explain the bed situation? Plus, if I did that I'd obviously have to put some clothes on.

As I continued to think about that, I opened the door to the main room. Ryan was standing right there. He still had on his swimsuit, but didn't have a shirt on. The bathroom light was on behind me, and I knew that he was drinking up the vision of a completely naked girl standing in front of him. More than just some naked girl. I was the same slut he had seen only a few hours ago was on all fours and stick her ass in the air so he could get the best possible view of her pussy. I had bragged that I was going to fuck the shit out of his friend.

"Good morning, sunshine," was how he broke the ice.

"It's not quite sunshine just yet," I added with as much tease inflection I could put in my voice.

"It sounded like your night went very well. Unfortunately for us out here, the night ended a little earlier and without as much excitement."

"I heard. I'm sorry that my friends ruined the fun. It really was a group effort. Emily passed out and Claire and Rachel came back as Debby Downers. By the way, Emily was fully clothed when they came back?"

"Yea, Andy and I threw some stuff on her. We figured it would look really bad if a passed out naked girl was surrounded by two strangers."

"Well thank you for not taking advantage. I wish Emily could have lasted a little longer, you certainly deserved a little release. And it seemed like she wanted it."

As I said that, I inched closer to him and put my naked tits on his bare chest. The second my nipples touched the bare skin, I knew I wasn't going to get another wink of sleep that night.

*****

The next memory I had was furiously making out with him. My hand went straight for his cock through his shorts. I was rubbing him up and down. While I was doing that I was going to town rubbing my tits and caressing my pussy.

"Where to?" he said.

"What do you mean? We're going to fuck and we're going to fuck right now."

"Holy shit, Jamie. If we do it here everyone'll wake up and see."

"I don't care, I just need this!" 

By "this" I mean the cock that I was pulling out of his shorts. I got down on my knees and slurped it in my mouth. With one hand I was massaging his balls, and with the other I was running my hand up and down his smooth chest. I looked over and could see Rachel and Claire peacefully sleeping on the pullout. The next second I felt Ryan's cock hit the back of my throat. I kept pushing my head forward, relaxed my gag reflex, and went for the full deep throat.

At that point Ryan took his hands and put them behind my head. His fingers interlaced my hair and was completely controlling this skull fuck. It was fucking awesome. I took one of my hands and began flicking my clit. After a few seconds my pussy was already churning with lubrication and swelling with arousal—just waiting for the cock that it knew it would soon be enveloping. 

The gargling and sucking noises coming from my mouth started getting louder and louder. Eventually, Ryan broke the self-imposed silence, forgetting about the others in the room and told me, "Oh yea, take that slut. I heard you fucking screaming earlier. You're a cheating goddamned slut."

"MMM-hmmmm...mmmm."

"Only a slut can deep throat this well!"

I kept sucking him off for another minute or two. Finally, I could feel him backing off, his shaft spasming, and his balls getting really tender. He was about to cum. I didn't want to milk him too earlier, so I let him fall out of my mouth. 

"Alright stud, it's time for you to put that fucking cock to use."

With that I dragged him over to the chair. It was located in one corner of the room, kind of away from everything else. On the short walk over I began having the kind of thoughts that were like red lights telling me to stop. Pregnancy. STDs. My boyfriend. Getting caught by my friends. Fuck all of it. I need some cock. And not just some cock, cock in addition to the cock that I'd already gotten from a stranger that day.

I felt the slight remnant effect of alcohol from the night before, but I didn't even dilute myself to think that this was even a "woops" moment. No, this was me realizing that cock was exactly what I wanted and damned with the consequences.

I bent over one of the arms and presented my ass and pussy for him. He took his rock hard cock that was glistening with my spit and began rubbing it up and down my slit.

"Oh, shit yea. Fuck me!"

"What's the magic word?

"Please, fuck me!!"

He just kept up the teasing. He found my clit and began quickly slapping his head against it. It felt amazing by itself, but the tension it was creating was getting too much. I knew that it had to be deep inside me for the max benefit.

"But who's asking for it?"

"ME! The giant, cheating slut who has her goddamned pussy presented for you. Are you man enough to give it to me?"

*Then another voice chimed in, "Hey, you fucking idiots. Take it outside! If these girls wake up and find y'all they'll kick us out for sure."

It was Will. He was staring at us. I knew he was right. Claire might demand we cancel the trip right then if I got caught again.

And "take it outside." I could do that. That sounds pretty fucking hot actually. The ocean air felt good a few hours ago, it should again.

With that I stood up, and just walked out the front door, pulling Ryan right along. For an instant, I figured it probably would have been a smarter idea to go to the back balcony: Emily wasn't going to wake up. And you didn't need a key to get back in. I obviously didn't have a key. No pockets. Not a stitch of clothing on either of us.

We were on the third floor, and I was overlooking a parking lot courtyard surrounded on three sides by condo doors and windows. I was also facing the street. Cars were passing by even at this late hour. I also realized it was getting later and later because the sun's initial glow was entering the sky. Those thoughts vanished in the millisecond my hands hit the guard railing opposite our condo's front door. 

I planted my hands on the railing, spread my legs open and presented myself like a bitch in fucking heat.

"Alright, enough stalling. Give this slut what she needs!"

Ryan didn't hesitate for a second. He pummeled his generously large cock right into me. AHHH. It was such combination or relief, pleasure, and increased expectation. As good as I knew this felt, if I kept taking it further it would only improve my orgasm.

"Tell me what you're doing, slut."

"AH. You're banging me in public. Anyone could see us."

"You like?"

"Yes. Make my fucking tits bounce so all these strangers can see."

Just then Ryan spun me around. He grabbed me by the back of my thighs right below my ass and hoisted me off my feet so that his cock could get to my pussy. My back was up against the railing. That backstop allowed him to drive into my waiting cunt as hard as he wanted. Ah, that felt amazing. He was pulling me so hard into him that his cock was reaching new depths of my cunt. It was hitting spots that were sending massive signals of pleasure to all parts of my body.

I arched my head back in sheer ecstasy. As I did that, I opened my eyes and discovered that my head was hanging over the guard rail. "Holy Shit," I screamed in my head. I was deathly afraid of heights, and now I felt myself teetering over a three story ledge. A rush of adrenaline coursed through my body. It was classic fight or flight. But the effect only magnified the fucking that Ryan was giving to me. With the adrenaline my pussy was squeezing Ryan's cock for all my body could muster. My arms strengthened and pulled him closer. My head cleared and all I could process was the physical. 

"Holy shit, this is so fucking hot. Fuck this slut, fuck this slut." 

"I'm getting close, you want this buried in your cunt?"

"Wherever you want it, I'll fucking take it. Just don't st...aahhh...op!"

With that my orgasm coursed through me like a fucking tidal wave. The epicenter was at my pussy but it quickly radiated out to my toes and to my fucking fingertips. My chest was heaving and out of breath. I could see my nipples were bigger than I'd ever seen before. Anything in my body associated with pleasure was fully engorged and rioting with the frenzy of that moment.

The orgasm was so strong I must have squirted. All I could feel was a massive surge of moisture in between my legs. It was like my water broke. And more than simply a feeling, it diffused the sweet smell of fucking all around us. There was no mistaking that scent, it was dirty sex. That was just another tic on the sensual checklist of my complete arousal. 

"Hot damn, you're fucking gushing you slut!"

I could tell Ryan was still fucking me as hard as he could, but he just wasn't getting as much friction as before I came. At that, he pulled out and I fell to my knees. I didn't waste a second and started sucking his cock with the same verve that I had been fucking him with for however long we'd been out here. The taste of my own juices was delightfully slutty. There was a nice rhythm to it. I grabbed his balls and squeezed, massaged his shaft, and tongued the sensitive parts of his cock's head with my tongue. After a few seconds of that I'd throw my head forward and his cock would rocket to the back of my throat. Rinse, repeat.

He didn't last long. As soon as he started spraying cum, I took his cock out of my mouth and targeted my face. He doused my eyes, nose and hair like a fire hose. A lot of it dripped down and clung to my sweaty, still heaving tits.

For a few seconds I stood there looking up at him. I could only imagine how delicious I must have looked right then. The consummate slut: butt ass naked in public, covered in his cum, drenched in my own cum, and kneeling in front of a man's hard (but quickly deflating) cock. This idea made my heart flutter with the wicked knowledge that I had never done something like this before.

As the pleasure and adrenaline coursed through my veins, I didn't feel a twinge of regret, remorse, or self-consciousness. I thought of my upright family, my boyfriend, and my colleagues. In that moment, I didn't feel the need to justify myself to anyone or ask for their forgiveness. 

For what reasons would they even forgive me? I couldn't fall back on any excuse. Neither Ryan nor Will had forced me. I certainly wasn't drunk. (Well, at least not with the second stranger I had fucked in a single day.) I had simply given in to the little devil that was entrenched in the back of my brain. For so long I had shut it out, but now that the tiger was out of the cage and I knew that she could never be in captivity again. I had become, and I knew I had to remain, a wild fucking slut.

Just then the police cruiser rolled up to the condo parking lot...



Jamie the Black Sheep Ch. 03



This is the third chapter of the "Jamie The Black Sheep" story. I hope you enjoyed the first two. If you're starting on the third, I suggest you move back so that you can meet the cast of characters.

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"We're fucked."

I heard Ryan say it, but his words couldn't cut through my overwhelming sense of dread. Ryan and I were naked and still sweaty from one of the most intense sexual romps of my life. If there was one good thing, it was that there were three flights of stairs separating us from the cop who was now out of his patrol car.

"Stay right where you are!"

"Quick, let's get back inside," Ryan demanded.

"No, we can't do that now. He'll see what room we went in and then just arrest us there."

That's when I bolted. I started sprinting down the corridor of the apartment complex. I heard Ryan's feet bounding a little behind me. I took a quick turn and slammed through a door into a stairway. I headed downstairs taking the steps two at a time. When I reached the bottom floor, I went through another door. Three steps outside, I saw the man in blue rounding the corner. 

"Fuck, he's right behind us."

I was a few steps ahead by the time the cop got to the door. I turned to see Ryan coming out of the stairway a fraction of a second too late. Ryan's first step outside the stairs crashed him into the cop. They both went flying to the ground. I just kept running.

*****

About ten minutes later, I was hidden in between two coke machines with a good view of the parking lot. Ryan had his hands handcuffed behind his back. The cop had given him a blanket to wrap around him so that he didn't have to stand in the middle of the parking lot naked as the day he was born. By now, there were a few people standing in the corridors outside their condos checking out what was going on.

Poor Ryan. I could hear him talking with the cop. The cop was trying to figure out where the naked girl with Ryan went.

"I'm telling you. I have no idea what that girl's name is."

"Don't play that game with me, son. When I drove up you two were going at it. From the complaints we received, it sounds like y'all were at it for a while."

"She's just some girl I met at the party and got lucky with."

"Well then, where was this party?"

"It was down by the beach, we had to leave the group to get some privacy so we headed up to this complex."

"Really, you wanted some privacy—so you went to the third floor walkway, in view of the street, and loudly proceeded to have sex? Give me a break, what room is she staying in?"

"I'm telling you, no idea who the girl is. She may stay here, but if she did I wouldn't know it."

"Alright, if you're going to play it like that, let's go to the station."

This was really sweet. I had no idea if Ryan would get in more trouble by sticking up for me. I hoped not. But most importantly, I was really relieved it wasn't me with my hands cuffed behind my back. How in God's name would I explain that to my family, boyfriend, and my boss?

I looked up from my hiding place and could see my condo's door. Rachel and Emily were standing outside taking in the scene. I saw them pointing at Ryan and talking to each other. Then Emily stepped inside and came right back out. Within a few seconds, Will was coming out of the door and started heading downstairs. I guess he was getting ready to bail out his friend.

I could only imagine what they were thinking. There's Ryan with a police blanket wrapped around his waist handcuffed. And where was I?

*****

After about twenty minutes, the cop pulled away with Ryan in the back seat. I saw Will leave to go back to wherever they were staying. It was still pretty early in the morning and the onlookers slowly drifted back inside their condos. 

This had to be my chance. But how the hell was I going to make it all the way back to the condo without being seen. I didn't want some douche tenant calling the cops and informing them that the naked girl just snuck into room 317. I had to find some clothes. I had to move. It wouldn't be long before someone passed by. My hiding spot was good but it wasn't foolproof by any means.

Just then I noticed right across from me a trash can. Hmm. I darted out from my spot in between the drink machines and checked the trash can. Luckily, there was an extra garbage bag under the one being used. It was gross, I know, but it was all that I had to work with. I took it and wrapped it around me. Not bad. Certainly not the best little black dress I'd ever put on but it will get the job done.

*****

As I stood in front of the door I hesitated before knocking. What in the hell would I look like knocking on the door wearing only a fucking garbage bag? About an hour ago I had resigned myself to the fact that I was a slut and didn't care what anyone thought. Well, a lot had happened since that time to shake me back to reality. I could have been arrested. If Ryan hadn't been so great about it I certainly would have. As I stood there and thought about it, I realized that there was no way I could continue to be so daring with my slutty exploits.

Was I surprised by the drastic change in my resolve? No. About an hour ago I was flush with adrenaline and still reeling from a mind blowing orgasm. My rational brain was nowhere in the equation. Now, I was back to form. 

I saw I quick flash by one of our windows. Inside, I could see Rachel walking around the room. I tapped on the glass to see if I could get her attention. Immediately, she looked up and saw me. She opened the door and stepped outside. Weird. Just let me in.

"Thank god you're ok, Jamie. Where the fuck were you? Ryan got hauled away by the fucking cops!"

"I know. I saw. We went out for a walk this morning and then we got split up. As I was coming back I saw him with the cops."

"Jamie, cut the shit. You're wearing a garbage bag. Ryan had to get wrapped in a police blanket. You can tell me. I know I can be a judgy bitch every now and then, but don't think I'm a complete prude. Plus, Ryan was hot."

"Yea, I left the bedroom this morning after Emily puked the bed—sorry that I pretty much just walked away from that by the way..."

"...I would have done the same."

"The next thing I know I'm coming out of the bathroom and Ryan was there. We struck up a conversation when we couldn't go to sleep. Then we went outside to avoid waking everyone. Way leads unto way and we decided to go streaking. That's when the cop got him. I got away."

"Streaking, huh?"

"Uh, yea. "

"Jamie, you were pretty loud. I wish you would just tell me. I know you fucked the shit out of Ryan—practically where we're standing right now. It's no surprise the cops got called. You're just lucky Claire sleeps like a rock; otherwise, she would have called the cops on you herself."

"Does she know?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Good, is there any way you can keep this between us? I know I've been acting crazy, but something came over me and it was such a ridiculous night."

"Sure, you're my best friend. I know things can get out of hand sometimes. Hell, from the sound of it, I'm pissed I didn't stay with you and Emily yesterday with the boys. I could use a little lovin myself. The man back home has been too busy to give me much attention." 

"Aww, thanks. And I'm sorry about that. I didn't know. Let's go inside, get some food, and get you having fun. It's our vacation!"

"That sounds like the Jamie from last night. Wait here, I'm gonna go grab you some clothes so Claire doesn't see you in whatever you're wearing. Her 'higher' sense of fashion would be so offended."

*****

A few hours later all the girls were lounging around the condo for an early lunch. I had been able to sneak back in without raising Claire's suspicions. She believed that I had just gone for a morning walk, and that I had no idea how Ryan found himself outside naked and getting arrested.

Emily was feeling surprisingly good despite the amount of alcohol she drank last night. The late night vomit may have actually been good for her. She was a good sport about it. She cleaned everything up, washed the sheets, and aired out the room. You couldn't even tell it had happened.

As we discussed what we were going to do that day, we all realized we had a TON of alcohol. I didn't even think about the booze Rachel and Claire bought when we ran out. None of that had been opened. So we decided it might be a good day to head to the pool. 

It turns out that the condo's pool was really nice. I never understood why these places built such nice pools when the beach was right next to us. Oh well, I guess it was pretty hypocritical. Here I was enjoying it.

We caused quite a stir when we walked up. Emily was wearing another one of her tiny little bikinis that attracted the attention of every guy at the pool. I decided to wear a bikini, but something a little more conservative just to avoid Claire's wrath. That was a good decision, because the pool was much more family-intensive than I expected. There were little kids running around playing, and a good amount of the adults seemed to be in parent mode. 

We found a group of lounge chairs next to each other and sat down. As soon as we spread out of towels, Rachel and Emily popped open the cooler and started making drinks. Today, they didn't seem to have the plan of not bringing much alcohol down to the water. We had a ton!

They handed me a screwdriver and I lay back and started soaking up the sun. It was a few minutes later that a guy in his thirties sat down next to me. His son was with him and he got some toy out of a bag and released him to go back and play. 

"Hello, I hope the kids won't be too much of a distraction."

"No, he's fine," I assured him.

"Good, my wife is out looking at properties and stuck me with looking over the little ones. I'm kind of terrified, so if there's anything that's bothering you just let me know. Otherwise, I might miss it."

"Thanks, but really they're fine. Cute too!"

"I agree."

He was actually a really cute guy himself. Nice swimsuit, expensive sunglasses, toned body. If there was going to be a dad next to me, at least he was a handsome one. 

I leaned back on my chair, closed my eyes, and dozed off to sleep. After all, I hadn't spent much of the night asleep.

*****

When I woke up, Rachel, Claire, and Emily were in the pool with some guys. They had obviously found the small contingent of guys who were game for a good time. Emily was really flirting with one of the guys. Rachel, to her credit, was going after this really tall guy. I smiled and thought, "good for her." I finished my drink and poured another. 

"I hate to ask, but is there any extra for another drink. I'm dying over here. Watching the kids would be much easier if it involved a little buzz."

"There is extra and more. Feel free to help yourself!"

"Thanks so much. This is really gonna take some of the edge off. How was your nap? You looked pretty comfortable over there."

"Ah, it was just what I needed. It was a long night," I said with a wink. It was a little bit cheeky of me to say, but it was a pretty innocent statement. Especially since at that moment Rachel and Emily were on two guys' shoulders in the pool starting a chicken fight. Poor Claire, she was just standing there in the water.

"Looks like your friends are having fun over there. You're not going to go join them?"

"No, I'm enjoying myself right here."

"Well, good. Better company for me. What do you do?"

"I work for an investment bank."

"Really? So do I. What kind of deals do you work on?"

"I specialize in retailers' acquisitions, but I do a hodgepodge of other things."

"Ok, I work mostly with real estate development and construction firms."

For the next forty-five minutes or so we talked about the market, various deals, and other business matters. During that time, we both finished a few drinks. I was started to feel its effects. Our conversation was seemingly innocent, but more and more it took on a more flirtatious tone.

At that point, Claire walked up, poured herself a drink, and listened in for a moment. "You guys talking shop over here?"

"Yea," I responded. "It turns out we do similar things. He just works all the way across the country so we've obviously never run into each other."

"Oh, so what are you doing here?" Claire asked.

"My wife has family here and we try to make it over every few years."

"Ok, well it was nice meeting you. Jamie, I'm going to go for a walk down on the beach. If y'all leave will you grab my stuff?"

"Sure thing Claire. How long will you be gone?"

"A couple of hours, I really need to work off some energy."

"Ok, you have fun."

"By the way, my name's Tom. Jamie is it? Sorry I haven't introduced myself earlier." 

*****

An hour and a half later I was still lying on my chair. I hadn't moved the whole time. Tom was still with me. We had put away some booze. We were slurring our words a little now. Our conversation had gone from business to personal. It didn't just have a flirtatious tone, it was outright sexual. I learned about his family and he learned about my boyfriend. It was getting very in depth and we were very at ease with one other. 

Every now and then his kids would come back from the pool to get a new toy or a juice box. They were old enough that they could pretty much look after themselves. That was fine by me. Tom could pay attention to me and didn't always have to look over his shoulder.

Emily and Rachel had now walked away with the other boys. They said they were going to the beach, because there had been some challenge involving the beach volley ball court. Again, fine by me.

After sitting out in the sun, I needed to reapply my sunscreen. I rubbed the lotion all over my front. I didn't hold back. I made it pretty provocative. As I got my chest, I purposefully let my hands go under my top and touch my tits. Tom's eyes never left my body. As I got to my belly, again, I made sure that my fingertips spread the oily lotion a little into my bottoms. The act by itself raised them up a little bit. I hoped there was some way the angle allowed him to catch a glimpse of my neatly trimmed little bush.

Touching my body and spreading the oil had me fired up again. Between the sweat and the heat, I knew I felt another source of moisture. My pussy was beginning to get pretty aroused. As I shifted my legs to apply lotion, the subtle movement of my lips proved they were well lubricated. "Mmmm," I let escape.

"Need any help with your back?"

"Definitely."

Then Tom began rubbing lotion all over my back and legs. It was the first time we had actually touched that day and it was great. He had strong hands and the suntan lotion application quickly turned more into a massage. My reaction didn't allow any misunderstanding that I was enjoying this. "Mmmm, that's great." "Oh, right there."

As he got the tops of my legs he didn't shy away from my inner thighs and the space just below my ass. I was on fire now. Uh! I felt his fingertips go slightly underneath my bottoms on the cheeks of my ass. When he moved more to the inside of my legs, he was millimeters away from my pussy. I wanted him to be bold and just brush against it or something! But that was apparently too bold. For as quickly as it started he abruptly finished and pulled back.

"Thank you, don't think I'm gonna get burned now."

"Believe me, it was my pleasure."

At that point I stood up and told him I had to go to the bathroom. 

"Actually, I have to as well. I'll follow you."

We wandered around and found the bathroom by the pool. It was down a windy hallway. They were apparently single bathrooms and both were occupied. We stood there and looked at each other for a few seconds. Then, without a word passed between us or even a look that signaled something, we both moved toward each other.

Our lips met and we kicked it into overdrive from there. His tongue was in my mouth before I even knew what we were doing. My hands were all over his body and his started exploring mine. I felt him grasp my tits on top of my suit and started rubbing them into a frenzy. I felt him moving to go under the suit, and it was everything I wanted. Ahhh. Yes, that feels amazing. 

Metallic noises distracted us both as one of the bathroom doors started to open. We broke away from each other as some random person walked by, none the wiser. Tom let me go in first. As I went in and peed, I was thinking about what I was getting into. I knew I didn't want that to be the end of it. But, I also knew that this was seriously bad. He was married. I had seen his kids. Fucking Will or Ryan was one thing. Those were two young, single guys. This involved a family.

As I left the bathroom there were now a few people waiting to go in. I didn't see Tom, so I suspected the other bathroom had opened up. I took a few steps out and heard the other door open. Tom came out, looked around to see the others and was visibly a little disappointed. I just kept my pace heading back to the pool. As I turned the corner, about to head out the doors to the pool, I felt Tom's arms wrap around me. He began kissing my neck and rubbing my stomach and chest with his hands. 

"You're so beautiful," he whispered in my ear.

"Tom, we can't do this. This is bad." I didn't have any resolve in my voice when I said it. I think he knew it. He knew that I had to say it, just to point out we knew that it was bad.

"I want you so bad. You're amazing. "

I turned around and buried myself in his arms. We feverishly kissed. This time, he succeeded in getting his hands under my top. He was lightly pinching my nipples and I made sure he knew what it was doing to me.

"Oh yes, rub my tits. I get so turned on when someone rubs my tits."

He then abruptly took one hand and started rubbing my crotch. He took a few steps forward and pushed my back against the wall. I was now pinned back. All his weight was bearing forward and using his hands with great effect.

"Ah yea! Rub me up and down."

"You're so fucking hot. Perky titties and you're wet as shit."

Noises of people walking down the hallway interrupted them. The clap of the flip flops and laughter from right around the corner sent us into a frenzy to make ourselves presentable. I had to fix my top to cover up my tits. Tom was rearranging himself to hide his massive erection.

We maintained a little body contact as the people walked by us. I'm sure we looked a little flustered, but apart from that we looked like we were just two adults having a conversation. As they passed, Tom whispered in my ear, "I want you so bad."

"Take me anywhere you want and do whatever you want with me. You can't leave me this fucking horny."

"Come on, let's go back to my condo."

"Lead the way, stud."

As we walked into his condo I saw the evidence of a family vacation all around. Toys. Little kid clothes. Kid cereal. It kind of hit me that this was really happening and was very serious.

"Is this ok, what about your wife?"

"She won't be home until a lot later tonight. She's with her sister looking at properties. They already told me they would have a late dinner."

"In that case, point the way to the bedroom."

Tom led me to the bedroom. We kissed and fell on the bed. Within about twenty seconds we were both absolutely naked. He was on top of me, kissing my mouth, my neck and my tits. Then he stuck out his tongue and let it run all the way down my stomach. He didn't stop as he passed my hips. Went straight through my little bush and made it all the way down to my pussy. Oh! If I was wet before I was soaked now. Between his spit and my added arousal, it was a zoo down there. His tongue was flicking back and forth against my clit. Ah! Tom had some serious skill when it came to eating a girl out. After only a minute or two, I was on the verge of a climax.




Jamie the Black Sheep Ch. 03



"Yes! Eat my fucking pussy."

All that he responded was a manly groan that showed he was working even harder.

"AAAhhhhh. You're so fucking good. I'm Cummmminnnnnngggg!"

With that, I had a pretty big orgasm. It wasn't as earthshattering as the one I'd had on the balcony this morning, but it was damn good considering we had just started. He hadn't even started to use his big ole man tool on me. 

Once he brought me to climax, Tom knew that it was his turn to get something out of this. He slid his body up and put his cock right at the opening of my slit. He took his time. Didn't rush anything. He just let it wait there, like a fuse slowing burning its way to the inevitable explosion. In the meantime he was rubbing my tits, licking my earlobes, and slowly gyrating his hips. The slight motion of his cock wisping across my wet folds was recharging my battery after my orgasm.

Then, with a suddenness that shocked the hell out of me, he took one hand and put it on my neck. He was strangling me! It wasn't hard enough to bruise or anything, but I was having serious problems getting enough air. And wo! It really added to the nastiness of it.

"That's right bitch, here it fucking comes!" 

With that he rammed his cock right through me. He must have been imaging it was a sword and I was someone he was trying to run through. The lightning shot of pleasure went straight from the depths of my cunt to my brain. 

"aaahh," was the slight scream I could muster. I didn't have enough air to scream with any force.

Tom was now pounding my pussy. His grunts were vicious. If I didn't know any better, it was almost like he was pretending to rape me. The only way I knew that wasn't totally the case was every now and then he would release my neck and permit me a few seconds of air. I don't think my face ever turned blue, but it was pretty damn close.

On one occasion he let go long enough so that I could muster some words.

"Oh yea, is that all you got asshole? Fucking pound me! And put your fucking hand back on my throat."

"You like that you little cunt?"

"y-hess," I said barely managed to get out as my airway abruptly closed in his grasp.

"This is what you get you little slut."

"MMmmm."

"Yea, you know you're a little slut don't you?"

"YAh. And you know you're a fucking cheating asshole? You bastard. Give me more!"

That threw him into a fuck rage. I knew that this was somehow some kinky game and he wasn't going to hurt me, but this was the most intense roleplaying during sex I had ever experienced. And it was turning me on. This was a MAN fucking me. Until that moment, I realized that I had only fucked boys who were trying to become men. Maybe it was the fact that he was married or had kids. I don't know—I didn't care. I was just trying to remain conscious. 

Well, I was doing more than that. I was able to buck back against him like a maniac. I'm not a total pushover and I didn't want to be the quiet, submissive girl. I wanted him to think I was something to be conquered. And conquering he was.

Roughly, he pulled out and practically threw me around. I went from my back to all fours in the span of a second or two. It was so fast that we barely broke rhythm as he started going at me doggy style. With this new angle, my G spot was getting direct hit after direct hit. I was revving up for another orgasm. 

Also, now on all fours he couldn't get his hands around my throat. The influx of oxygen was having an amazing effect on my brain. I was lightheaded but somehow very much experiencing the physical. I could feel everything as it came at me. 

"You're pretty loose back here. You must be some big fucking slut."

I realized that I probably was a little more loose than normal. This was my third hard fuck in about twelve hours. 

"I am a fucking slut! You're the third stranger I've fucked today!"

"Oh shit slut. You fucking love cock don't you?"

"Yes, I can't get enough of it! You better keep giving it to me you cheating fuck!"

Every time I mentioned the fact that he was cheating on his wife and kids with me it sent him into a rage. He would pound me harder and really start getting really mean with his words. 

"You're calling me a cheating fuck? You're the bitchy, cheating cunt who fucked three strangers. You have such a loose cunt I can barely feel you."

"Oh, yes you can! And I know you won't stop!"

"Oh yea slut. Take this!"

He pulled his cock out of my pussy and then placed the tip of his dick right on my asshole. Holy fuck. I wasn't expecting this. I had never been fucked in the ass before. I had heard things from some of the sluttier girls I knew. Most girls said that it hurt and didn't try it again. But the girls who kept at it seemed to have some conversion and didn't want anything else.

"Wait, I've never done that before."

"Well there's a first for everything slut! Plus, your loose pussy isn't happening for me."

He slowly started pushing forward. Involuntarily, I tightened up and his cock stalled. He wasn't really getting anywhere. But he kept up the pressure and slowly overwhelmed my defenses. I could feel the tip of his cock get past the initial muscle holding him back. It wasn't that difficult for him. His dick was covered in my pussy juice that substituted as a great lubricant for my ass. 

"Here it comes!"

Tom rammed his dick forward. It only went in about an inch, but that was enough to get the head of his cock right up my ass. I felt the circular muscle enlarge and the contract back around his dick. It hurt like a motherfucker, but there was a soothing pleasure that came with it too. As the pain subsided, the pleasure lingered. 

I would have been too afraid to ever ask someone for this. But he took my choice away. He just rammed forward. And I loved that. It was amazingly slutty that some guy was just forcing his cock in my ass!

Inch by inch he moved forward. He was using quick little forward strokes that didn't go too deep too quickly. Each successive thrust only put him a tiny fraction deeper in my ass. But after two minutes, I felt his pubic hear hitting the skin right above my asshole. I knew that he was all in. 

Once he was all the way in, he pulled his cock almost all the way out. There was just a little bit of the tip of his cock still left in my ass. He paused for half a breath and then drove the whole length all the way in.

"Ah fuck!" 

"Does that hurt slut?"

"You can't hurt this slut by fucking her ass! Never...stop...fucking...my...ass!"

Then he broke into a pretty slow but determined rhythm of pulling all the way out and pushing all the way in. There was no pain. Only pleasure. Involuntarily, my hand went down to my own cunt and started fingering myself. I started with two fingers, then I realized that that wasn't nearly enough. He was right! My pussy was loose as shit. Then I switched to four fingers and started fucking myself with my hand like I'd never done before. 

The combination of a big dick going in and out of my ass with almost all my fingers pleasuring my cunt was heavenly. I started moaning. It was like I was speaking in tongues. I was so out of my mind enjoying the pleasure of this whole experience that I couldn't form words.

After a few minutes, Tom really picked up the pace. Whereas before he was being somewhat methodical, now he knew that my ass could take anything he had to give. He grabbed my hips with both hands and pulled back violently with each forward stroke of his hips and cock. And he was really moving! In/out, in/out, in/out. It was like a jackhammer tearing through my ass.

"Oh yes! Fuck my virgin ass!"

"You like this slut? My cock in your ass?"

"Yes, never stop."

"You have a great asshole. Glad those other strangers didn't fuck your ass. They left it all for me."

"Yes, my asshole was waiting all day for your cheating dick."

"I knew it the second I found you at the pool!"

"Do you pound your wife in the ass?"

"Fuck no, I only fuck sluts in the ass."

"Do you strangle your wife?"

"Nope, I only strangles bitches with loose cunts."

"It's loose cause I've fucked so many guys today! You're jealous of all the strangers I've fucked."

"You silly slut, I fucked my wife this morning. And I'll fuck her again tonight! I fuck way more than you."

"Fine, just keep fucking my ass!"

Then the spasming started. I could feel it in him and I could feel it in me. The orgasm went from zero to sixty in about two strokes of his cock. 

"I'm cumming!"

I felt a huge surge of wet and pressure enter deep in my ass. I knew it was his cum. He gave out a huge grunt and lunged forward and kept his dick in my ass up to the hilt. I screamed louder than I had this morning.

"Take the whole load you fucking slut! Keep it in that hot ass the rest of the day."



"TOM!!! How could you?"

I raised my head to see two attractive blondes staring at me. I could only assume that it was the wife and her sister. Shit.

Tom stopped in a heartbeat. (And with how fast my heart was beating from all this effort, that was pretty damn quick.) I could feel his dick deflating in my ass. I didn't know blood could exit a dick that fast.

"You fucking slut. Who the fuck are you? Tom we have a family. And where are the kids? Did you leave them at the pool while you brought your fucking whore here? We're finished."

Then she burst into tears and crumpled to the ground. She began moaning and crying loudly. Tom was now completely out of my ass and approaching them. The sister whacked him with her purse. "Get that gross dick away from us," the sister hissed at Tom.

I sensed my cue. I got up and started looking for my bikini. The sister got right in my face and called me every name under the sun: Slut. Homewrecker. Cunt. I deserved it all. With my back to the sister, I bent over to pick up my top. Right as I touched my top and my ass in the air, a large dribble of Tom's cum leaked out my asshole and ran down my leg. I paused for the briefest of moments, looked over my shoulder at the two women, and took in the moment. Shit that was slutty. 

"Oh you're fucking kidding me. Get your cum-filled ass out of here."

"Hold your horses, I'm leaving. I just need to find my bottoms." I laughed a little. I don't know where that came from. It was mostly from the stress. Sometimes I laugh at extremely inappropriate times of stress. 

I kept looking around and then I saw the sister dangling my bottoms in her hand. I saw the discolored spot where my pussy had soaked them through. I gave her a quick smirk, grabbed them, and walked out the front door. "Thanks for the fuck Tom," was what I said as I walked through the front door. That was pretty fucking cold, but I meant it.

The door closed behind me and I found myself outside on the corridor of our condo complex. I hadn't even put my bottoms on. I just walked out—pussy presented to the world—with all the confidence in the world. The confidence of a slut who got hers. Hmm. This is the second time today I've been out here mostly naked. 

I stepped into my bottoms, pulled them up, and started back to my condo.

*****

Claire walked into our condo and found Emily, Rachel, their two new boys, and me playing drinking games on our kitchen table. The four of them were really drunk. I was slightly drunk from alcohol, but even more drunk off the physical effects of several massive orgasms. Yes, my pussy and ass were pretty sore from the punishment, but it was nothing compared to the strong sense of satisfaction that was coursing through my veins.

"Holy shit, guys. Jamie, I just saw that guy you were talking to at the pool in the parking lot. He was crying, his kids were crying, and these two women were screaming at him. The two women loaded up the kids and their stuff in their car and drove away. I wonder what happened."

"Probably had something to do with her finding her husband's cock buried in my ass," I just let slip. I said it softly enough that Claire didn't hear me, but the stares I got from the other four was something to savor. My panties immediately got wet.



Jamie the Black Sheep Ch. 04



This is the fourth chapter of the "Jamie The Black Sheep" story. I hope you enjoyed the first three. If you're starting here, I suggest you move back so that you can meet the cast of characters. 

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After a few minutes the astonished stares from the kitchen table went away as people refocused on our drinking game. Rachel and Emily were certainly attempting to have their fun for the weekend. Their respective boys were paying them all sorts of attention. Every now and then one of them would spring up, like some nervous twitch. It was clear there was something going on under the table, but I mostly let it wash over me. I leaned back, sipped my mixed drink, and let the game go one without me. 

"Ladies, are we going to make a night of this?" the boys said as they got up from the table. It was pretty obvious they were both sporting some wood. Emily and Rachel must have been giving as well as they received.

"Definitely," Emily and Rachel said in unison.

"In that case there something we need to go grab at our place. Give us about ten minutes."

"Sure thing."

I turned my head to see that I had Emily and Rachel's rapt attention.

Emily started it off, "There's no way we're letting that comment slide. What did you do? Or what did you not do?"

"I shouldn't have said anything," I said meekly. I was too tired to get started on this. Plus, I still wasn't sure what kind of reaction I'd get from these two. They had been my friends for a long time, but I knew that if I laid out the whole story there's a good chance our relationship would take a serious blow. This goes back to who these girls were: mostly good girls who had the occasional moderate dalliance. What I could tell them would go leagues beyond what they'd consider appropriate.

"Oh no, you're not getting off that easy. Listen Jamie, we know what kind of weekend you've had. First Will, then Ryan, and now apparently this married dude. That's one helluva weekend! I know you think we can't handle something like this, but we HAVE to know."

"I know Jamie, I've been so pissed that I haven't had any fun this whole weekend," Emily added in.

"Emily, you had plenty of fun the first night."

"Wait what, I passed out before anything could happen, or that's what I remember."

"Yea, you passed out alright, but there was a lot that happened before that."

Rachel looked at Emily and gave her a, "You little slut. Playing Ms. Innocent all day long."

"I don't remember! What did we do?"

"Well, after Rachel and Claire left we all started the dance party again. Will had hidden a mostly full bottle of vodka, and we started passing it around taking shots. Soon enough, we were all shots off each other."

"The boys really cranked it up then."

"Not just the boys Emily, you poured booze down my front and licked it clean."

"No way, I've never done something like that to a girl." 

"Girl, you had almost my whole boob in your mouth. When I returned the favor, I couldn't get half of one of those massive things in my mouth."

"Good lord, what happened next?"

"Your naked, horny ass led an equally naked and horny Andy and Ryan to the pullout. You were begging to get double teamed, so I went to the bedroom with Will. The next thing I know Ryan comes into the bedroom and announces you had passed out."

"Damn! I missed it. How did the girls find me with my clothes on?"

"Andy and Ryan put them back on you. They figured it would probably end badly if Claire and Rachel came home to you naked on the couch passed out, them naked sitting around, and Will and I going at it in the bedroom."

"Look at foxy lady now!" Rachel screamed. "Jamie, all day Emily's been swearing up and down that she was prim and proper last night. Looks like she was leading the charge of the Slut Brigade."

"We were all right there together."

"Alright. So now we know about that. Here's what we DON'T know! What happened with Mr. Hot Dad from the pool?"

"Guys, I don't know..."

"You're going to tell us. Listen Jamie, we promise: no judgment, we just want to know. We won't tell Claire."

I had forgotten about Claire. God, she was such a problem. All of us were sitting and having a good time, Claire was on the chair (the same one I was bent over and nearly fucked on this morning) reading a book.

"Ok, ok. So we were at the pool, talking all afternoon. We started drinking. Then after a few hours in the sun stuff started heating up. We made out in the hallway going to the bathroom. The next thing I know we're back at his condo, starting to get it on."

"Where was his wife?"

"She was out looking at properties with her sister. She'd told him they were getting back late that night. I guess the plans changed."

"So she caught you?"

"Yea, that was the humiliating part." 

I had to stop to think about that. It was totally humiliating, but not kind of humiliation a kid gets by peeing their pants in school. This was a savory humiliation. This was falling from a pedestal. I was the lowest of the low as those two astonished women looked on. A fallen woman. My body's reaction was just like the rush of adrenaline hanging over a ledge. I had felt my stomach drop. There was a static fuzz in my mind. It was kind of like the moment before you think you're about to crash. Total fear. But that quickly washed away and left me feeling very turned on. There's no way I could tell these girls that.

"That's some serious shit, Jamie. And totally fucking hot! And let's not let you drop the admission that he was 'buried in your ass.'"

This was going better than I'd expected. No revulsion. They both still seemed into it. And they're genuinely curious about the anal. Maybe I'm not giving these girls enough credit.

"Yea, it wasn't something I expected. It just kind of happened, and that's when she walked in."

"Did it hurt?"

"Like hell, at first." 

"Then?"

"Fucking amazing. One of the hardest orgasms I've ever had. There were some other factors at play. I'm not sure if I could even describe it. He was fantastic though. So much so that I doubt this was his first go-round on the cheating scene."

"Mmmm," they both let out in an approving way.

Just then the boys returned. They had grocery bags filled with some stuff. 

"Ladies want some dinner?"

Just then Claire came back into the picture, "What? I thought we were all going out. Guys, we're only here another two days. We only went to eat the first night!"

Claire did have a point. This was our vacation and we had been spending most of our time here in the condo. But at that moment I saw a deflated look on both Emily and Rachel's face. They wanted to stay. They wanted the boys to stay. At that moment, I knew I was going to have to fall on this grenade.

"Claire, why don't you and I go out? These boys brought some food. We shouldn't waste it. Rachel and Emily, you two stay and eat. We'll all go on a girls' night tomorrow night."

Smiles erupted from the four sitting at the table. Claire looked mildly displeased, but I think she knew by everyone's expression that this wasn't going to be a battle she was going to win. 

"Ok Jamie, let's go party and let these homebodies miss out on some fun! But girls' night tomorrow!"

Somehow I doubted our fun would outpace what was going to happen in this condo, but I put on a good face and decided to make the best of the night.

*****

I stood naked in the bedroom by myself. I heard the others outside, really picking up the pace of their drinking. I had just taken a long, luxuriating shower and it totally really recharged me. I did a great job straightening my hair. Next, I put on a good amount of makeup. Not complete slut mode, but enough to demonstrate that I meant business that evening. 

Hmm, what to wear? I had no idea what Claire was planning to do, so I had to be ready for any occasion. Claire didn't drink or put out, but that didn't mean she was predictable. She was always game to go to the new or hip place in town. I think it was mostly so she could make appearances and then brag to whoever listened to her about those kinds of things. People at her work? Who knows.

I picked out a short little purple dress. It had really thin fabric with a plunging V neckline that tied around the back of my neck, leaving my back almost bare. I don't have the biggest amount of cleavage, but this dress worked a little magic to make me look pretty damn hot. You can't really wear a bra, so I put on some stickies that would give me some lift (and some volume!) but still not be seen. Next, the panties weren't a big decision. I had to go with a small thong, because the dress was so tight and thin. The only hitch was that the skirt was pretty shot and flared at the bottom, so there was a chance of flashing people. Decision made: go with the tiniest thong I own. My final touch was the most exciting addition. Well, at least for the girl in me. I put on a pair of beautiful black, strappy Christian Louboutin heels with bright red soles. The heels were really high—at around three or four inches—but they were gorgeous!

With my outfit complete, I checked myself out and knew I looked ready for the club!

*****

When I walked outside, I realized that Claire was not ready for the club. I had apparently seriously misjudged the situation. Claire was standing there in a cute, albeit extremely ordinary, top. The real kicker was her jeans. They were totally "mom jeans"—the kind that go up way too high above your hips, make your ass look flat, and not hug your frame at all. Uh, this was just sad to see.

"Jamie, wow I didn't know we were getting so dressed up! I thought we were just going to dinner."

"Oh, I thought after dinner you wanted to go do something. I can go change."

"No, if we wait too much longer all the restaurants will be slammed."

"Ok, point the way." With that, Claire and I headed out the door. As I left, I turned and gave the four remaining a wave and a wink. Emily and Rachel waved goodbye with great enthusiasm.

"Don't hurry home."

Right before I closed the door I saw one of the boys pull some kind of baggy out of his pocket.

*****

Claire selected a semi-nice place to eat. The appetizers were delicious, the ambiance was nice, and the wine was excellent. I ordered a whole bottle of white wine expecting to share it with Claire.

"No thanks, I'm still probably going to drive home."

"Claire, we can just cab home. You can sit back and enjoy yourself if you want."

"I may have a glass, but you go ahead."

Debby fucking Downer. We sat through the rest of the meal making very small talk. We completely avoided all of the incidents that had occurred over the past few days and talked about nothing. It was pretty lame. What I did succeed in doing, however, was finish my bottle of wine. As the check was coming, I saw Claire hadn't even touched her glass. When the waiter took our final bill, I reached over and downed Claire's glass.

"Let's go grab another drink!"

"Jamie, wait! I thought we were going home." 

"Oh Claire, just one drink. I bet the people at home haven't even finished eating yet. Let's not disturb their dinner."

"Ok, but just one drink."

"Definitely, and you'll be more than fine to drive."

*****

Ten minutes later Claire and I were in line for a very exciting looking club. The line outside was populated by very attractive people. All the guys looked really hot and the girls were dressed in their full club gear. Some had taken that idea to the extreme. I looked tame compared to a lot of them.

It took us another ten or so minutes to get to the front of the line. There were only three people left in front of us, and the bouncer was checking their IDs and taking the cover charge. 

"Jamie, I really have to pee!"

"Ok, you head straight for the ladies room. I'll run to the bar and get us some drinks! Let's meet next to the DJ booth, there's always one of those." It seemed like a good enough plan and we both nodded our assent. 

I gave my ID and cover charge to the bouncer. As I walked inside, I glanced around and saw Claire doing the same thing. I looked down to put my ID and wallet into my clutch ***Whoosh*** Wow, inside the club's front door was a whole new world. The lighting was amazing. The people were all dancing like crazy. Most of all, the music was so powerful you could feel the bass beat move through you. This place was amazing.

God, everything about the place was nice. The temperature was set perfectly: warm enough so the girls could wear close to nothing but cool enough so that the place wasn't a sauna. The dance floor was mostly comprised of these big, smooth dark panels. In between those were ambient lights shining up. It made the floor seem to glow. I had never seen anything like it.

I looked over and the bar was jammed with people so I scampered over to jockey for position. After a few minutes of elbowing my way to the front, I finally had some real estate at the bar. On either side of me were two stunning girls. They were both trying to win the attention of the bartenders by leaning over and giving them as much of an eyeful as they possibly could. Three can play at that game! I leaned in, pushed my forearms into the outside of my boobs. That pushed them together and created as much cleavage as I was going to have. I wasn't the first one of the three of us chosen to give our order, but I was the second. 

"Two Cosmos, please," I said while handing the bartender a $50. He came back with the change and my drinks. "And you can keep the change." I left him a fat tip hoping that he'd remember me and serve me as quickly as possible in the future. This place was too much fun to just have one drink!

I started moving to where I thought the DJ would be. It took a while to get there. There were tons of people dancing and moving through the crowd. I had to be extra careful, because I had two drinks that were very spill-prone. Somehow, I made it to that end of the club without spilling. I looked up, and the DJ booth was on a balcony overhanging the club's dance floor. It wasn't sticking out too much, but enough so that the DJ was looking out over everyone. You could tell he could see if people were into the groove or if he needed to change something up.

The music was amazing. I started sipping on my drink and moving with the music. It's tough to dance while you're double-fisting drinks, so my moves were a little limited. I did get some offers to dance though. I brushed them all aside, because I continued to scan the crowd for Claire. She should be pretty easy to spot in this crowd. The girls all looked ready for their stripper auditions, and the guys all had their shirts open.

As I waited longer and longer, I began to sense that something in our plan had gone awry. She should be here by now. I was at the bar for a pretty good while before I got served. Oh well. The girls' bathroom is probably the biggest X factor in any bar or restaurant. Sometimes, the line takes forever. That must be what's happening. I took out my phone to see if I could get in touch with her that way. I clicked on my Blackberry, and it showed that I had no signal. Crap. No way to call her.

I leaned back against the cloth covered wall to take a little pressure off my high heel-covered feet. Quickly, I found myself leaning back a little too far. I was falling through the cloth! There wasn't a wall behind it!

I somehow regained my footing and hoped no one saw that. I had come pretty close to falling right on my back and spilling our drinks all over myself. Luckily, no one seemed to notice. I looked back through the cloth and saw a staircase going up. I figured it was the stairs the DJ took to get to his platform. Being a little bold after a whole bottle of wine and half a Cosmo, I headed up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs, I saw the little gate that led to the DJ booth and equipment. The stairs veered to the right and went a little higher to some other room. I decided to stay here. From this vantage point, I could see the whole club: the dance floor, the bar, and the restrooms. It was neat, because you could see all the lights, speakers, and inner workings of the club from this angle. Down on the floor it was a bright, loud blur if you looked up. This would be the best place for me to spot Claire in this place. So I hunkered down and started eyeing the crowd. 

About a minute later I heard someone trying to get my attention. It was funny, you could actually hear pretty well up here. Down on the floor, you would have to scream in someone's ear to pass a sentence. Up here, however, you were above and behind the speakers pointed down at the floor. I looked over and saw the extremely cute DJ waving me over. I walked through the little gate and over to where he was standing.

"Hey lady, what are you doing up here? Bringing me a drink?"

I looked down and remembered I had two drinks. 

"No, I'm just looking for my friend. She was supposed to meet me right below here, but I can't find her. So I came up here to get the bird's eye view of everything."

"Technically, you're not supposed to be up here, but exceptions can be made. What's your name?"

"Jamie."

"I'm Luc." [as in Luke]

Luc was incredibly handsome. He was a little over six feet tall and strong built. He had his headphones on, but one of the earpieces was off so that he could hear me. He didn't really look like what I thought I DJ at this place would look like. He had on nice slacks and a Polo. I figured a DJ would be a Jersey-ed guido, but this guy had conservative prep frat star written all over him. Just my type!

We chatted it up for a little while and immediately hit it off. I found out he graduated from college a few years ago (like me) who was really into all kinds of music. His family was somehow involved in running or owning the place, but I couldn't get specifics out of him. Oh well, I wasn't interested in that. I figured I made more money than he did. 

Ten more minutes passed, and I realized that I'd subconsciously finished my own drink and had started sipping Claire's Cosmo. More than that, I only had a sip or two left. Damn, if I found her I'd have to go get another round!

Luc saw that my drink was near empty. "Hey, can I get you another? What's your pleasure?"

I didn't know if I wanted him to buy me a drink. The past few days had been pretty crazy, and on some level I was kind of glad that I was out with Claire. When this night started, I figured there was no way I'd get into any more shenanigans. For one, I didn't think my body could take it. I could still feel the tingle in my pussy and ass and interpreted that as soreness. If I took any more abuse, I might not be able to walk straight for a week.

He sensed my hesitation and said, "Hey, don't worry about it. The drinks get comped for the entertainment. If I don't enjoy them, it feels like a waste. I'm having a scotch, what can I get you?"

"I'll take a Cosmo, thanks."

He radioed down for someone to bring up our order and turned back to me.

"So where's your friend?"

"I have no idea. I kind of forgot about her! Is that terrible? I suppose I'm a terrible friend." I said that with some modicum of genuine concern. I didn't think Claire was all that fun, but ditching her at a club was something else.

"No, I distracted you. What's she look like? What's she wearing? Maybe I've spotted her. I get a pretty good look at most people in this place." He finished that line with a little smirk that gave me the impression he was hiding something behind his words.

"Well, she'd probably look a little out of sorts. She didn't know we were coming to a club, so she dressed a little down. She's in jeans and a pretty ordinary top."

"Oh," Luc said with an embarrassed/worried face. "There was something on the club radio about a girl getting turned away outside and making a little fuss. Something about her friend being inside. I suppose that'd be you?" 




Jamie the Black Sheep Ch. 04



"Fuck, she's gonna kill me." I looked at my phone's clock. I'd been in here close to an hour. I also saw I still had no signal.

"You're not going to get a signal in here. All the wiring, sound stuff, and lights somehow make this a lead box that the cell towers can't pierce. It's really annoying. But I hope you don't go, you should stay with me. I bet she's left by now."

"I bet she has. We have some other friends who stayed at home. She'd probably go join up with them."

"Perfect! If you want you can stay up here with me, get all the free drinks you want, and maybe learn a little about mixing."

As if on cue, a really cute waiter emerged with two drinks on a serving platter. In a graceful, fluid motion, Luc grabbed my drink and handed it to me. In the same motion, he started his glass up for a toast. "To a wild fucking night!"

"Cheers to that!" Vacation Jamie was back. Claire's depressing cloud was gone, and I started psyching myself up for a fun night. 

*****

This was fucking awesome. Hell, I had a hunk DJ, free drinks, and an amazing view for people-watching. The bottle of wine and (now) four Cosmos had me seriously buzzing. The conversation—or should I now say full blown flirting—with Luc was really getting heated. Every few minutes he'd have to pay attention to the vast array of music controls, but overall I was surprised by how little he had to do.

"DJing doesn't involve much does it?"

"Ah no, no, no. It's really hard actually. I do a ton of work with mixes and songs before I ever begin. I plan everything out, so when it comes time to play I just have to piece it together. I also have to work with the lighting and sound tech guys. They're behind that window right there [as he pointed to a big windowed room filled with guys right behind us]. The greatest thing about it is changing it to match what's going on around me. If the crowd gets really into something, I can extend it, repeat it, or speed it up. If the place feels more sexy and chill, I can slow it down and let people grind it out. I can add vocals mid-song, change beats...I have control over everything!"

"Wow, sounds like you're the master of us all." I said it like a little vixen. I licked my lips and finished off my drink. Ball's in your court, Luc.

"Alright, time for my set break."

Luc made some adjustments on his computers, mixers, and other controls, and we went out the other side of the DJ booth. On that other side, there was another flight of stairs going down. As we descended, I could tell that this flight was definitely longer than the flight I had climbed to get to his booth. At the bottom, there was a very large bouncer guarding a large, service-looking door. It looked innocuous enough. Luc gave the guy a nod, and the door was opened for us.

Inside, there was a luxurious lounge. This had to be the VIP area or something. Everywhere, the furniture was nice, the lighting was very dim, and there were personal servers moving through the very small crowd. It was about the size of the dance floor. In fact, everyone was pretty well dispersed in the very large room. But it wasn't a big, square room like the dance floor. There were a lot of little alcoves and nooks and crannies with big couches and tables. You could get a lot of privacy in here if you wanted. 

More than the entire decor, I could smell a little sex in the room. It was very faint, because the overall smell was lovely—a mix of fine foods and scented candles. But I knew that smell very intimately now. I was like a shark smelling a drop of blood in the ocean. It triggered my predatory senses, and I felt my body getting warm. I was on Luc's arm, and that small touch was all that was needed to get me craving more.

"Oh fuck!" I looked up to see all the people in the club right above us! All those large black panels on the ground must have been pieces of one-way glass. And the ambient light pointing up from between the panels illuminated everyone from the ground. More specifically and shocking, it gave us a perfect view up the skirt of every girl on the floor. A perfect view. I could point out every girl going commando. There were hundreds of bare pussies grinding up against the pants-clad boys. It was so fucking hot. Porn movies couldn't shake a stick at something like this. There were just too many people; the scene was too epic!

I had the biggest, turned-on grin on my face. My eyes were darting to different scenes all over the ceiling. Subconsciously, I moved closer to Luc and pressed firmly against him. 

"So, you've seen our VIP fish tank? What do you think?" 

"I think it's hottest, sexiest thing I've ever seen."

Then I leaned into Luc and passionately kissed him. My arms wrapped around his neck and brought him to me. His arms encircled me, and I could tell it was going to take a lot to break us apart. We kissed like that for a few minutes before he broke away from me. He reached around without looking and grabbed two drinks that were waiting on the serving tray of our waiter. We hadn't even asked for them. They just appeared. 

Luc led me over to a private chaise lounge set aside from the main area and set our drinks down on a table. The lounge was almost flat. It was about three feet wide and came up at a slight angle right about shoulder height. He leaned back into a deep recline and looked up. I lay down next to him and put my head on his chest. We looked up at the crowd above us. Tiny thongs, boy shorts, and one pair of granny panties were all present. I spotted at least twelve girls without panties in really short skirts grinding away on guys. We saw everything you could imagine: fully shaved, landing strips, Brazilian, tattoos. A few of them were even getting fingered!

We lay there and sipped our drinks for a few minutes. No one needed to say anything. The voyeuristic delight that was happening ten feet above our heads never seemed to get dull, never seemed to slow down, and never ceased presenting a shock! Damn, a girl was getting fucked right there! I knew instantly both of us were focused on her. The very well-endowed guy was just going to town in and out of her glistening box. The lights gave it a surreal glow. The people around them may have noticed but didn't let on. Mmm, my attention switched to Luc. I could intimately feel Luc's arms wrapped around me. We were laying down holding each other as closely as two people possibly could. 

Ah, my pussy was absolutely dripping! And Luc had barely touched me. He hadn't fondled my breasts—like I wanted him too. He hadn't stroked my pussy—like I wanted him to. We hadn't even kissed for a few minutes. Then, I figured it out. He knew he didn't have to. He was letting the taboo of watching this debauched scene get me wound up tighter than a spring. It was working!

I couldn't take it anymore. I stood straight up on the love seat and straddled his legs. From this vantage point, he couldn't see anything untoward. Then I started slowly taking steps forward, so that my feet were getting higher up his body. When I got to just above his hips I crouched down so that my cunt was hovering right over his package. I didn't dare get low enough to touch him. If he wasn't going to physically tease me, I wasn't going to tease him. Two could play at this game!

"So you like looking?" 

"I enjoy beautiful scenes, yes."

"Well, why don't you give me your opinion of this scene?"

I stood up and inched farther up his body. Finally, my feet were straddling his head. I stayed in that position for a second then started swaying to the very sexy music playing in the background. He had a perfect view right up my dress to my drenched, thong-covered pussy. Next, I crouched down again and stuck it right in his face. I wanted him to get the full musk of a woman. The kind of intimate detail you couldn't get with the glass separation. Then I stood right back up and moved back down his body. I stuck my high heel right on his throat, pressed down ever so slightly, and asked, "So Van Gough, how do I measure up?"

"You're the most beautiful girl in this place. I noticed you the second you walked through the crowd. When I saw you standing next to the booth, I knew fate had sent me something amazingly special for the night."

"Good answer."

I took my heel off his throat, and I slowly hiked my dress up around my hips. Then I slipped my thumbs on either side of my thong's elastic sides and slowly started inching it down. One side, then the other—alternating with the rhythm of the music until I could feel the cool air waft over my bare pussy. Once my thong got to my knees I let them fall. My legs were just close enough together so that I could step out of them. I felt like the most powerful woman in the world. I was standing there baring my naked lower half to a beautiful man that I had just met. His eyes could have been feasting on a hundred women just above his head, but he didn't break eye contact with me.

"What do you want now?"

"I want you to take three small steps forward. Then I want you to lower yourself down again. Then I want you to experience immense physical pleasure."

This boy knew what momma wanted. I took my three small steps forward, crouched down, and covered his face in my broiling cunt. Immediately, his tongue started whipping around, stimulating every fold of sensitive skin I possessed. He worked around the outside and then moved towards the center. He took a deep, long lick right between my folds moving from the bottom up. He finished at the top of my pussy and found my engorged clit. He flicked it for a few agonizingly pleasurable moments. Then he delicately bit it! That was new. But it was just enough of a pinch to send me flying. I pushed down harder on his face without even thinking about it. I didn't care if I smothered the guy. I wanted to monopolize and control him. If he needed air, he could tap out. Until that point, I was going to enjoy what he had to offer. 

I arched my back and stared up to the ceiling. The couple fucking were right above me. Ah, I knew she wasn't enjoying that as much as I was enjoying this. I reached back and untied my dress straps behind my neck. I let the straps fall and my covered tits sprang out. Stickies aren't the sexiest thing in the world, so I peeled them off and threw them to the side. Now my dress was bunched around my belly. 

I don't know how he could have seen me unfurl the top of my dress, but his hands moved up and began massaging my tits. I put my hands on top of his and worked them harder into my boobs. His fingers tickled around my nipples. 

As I looked down from the ceiling and back to Luc, I noticed our waiter standing in the dark a few feet away. I wouldn't say he was staring, but he was certainly watching us. I focused right on him and grinding my hips into Luc's mouth. The rocking got hard enough that Luc had to put his hands down. I replaced his hands with my own on my tits and furiously rubbed them. I didn't break eye contact with the guy standing about ten feet away. I had watched the crowd above me earlier. Now this guy was going to watch me!

"You like watching?"

No response.

"Huh. A professional, eh? I need to get fucked up, get me another cocktail!" I demanded as I continued to writhe on Luc's face.

Without the slightest facial expression, he moved away. Moments later—faster than I could believe—a tray with an ice cold cocktail was right next to my hand. Also, right next to the cocktail was a small saucer with a little pill on it. I looked at it questioningly for a moment. "Pure MDMA ma'am," was the waiter's response. I had never taken any kinds of drugs before. Hmm, that presented a new intriguing element for the evening. Was I that bold? Was I kidding, of course I was. As turned on as I was in that moment, I knew I would have done anything to increase my level of pleasure. Balls to the wall, right? 

All this service—while getting professionally eaten out by a handsome stranger—I could get used to this! I popped the pill in my mouth and took the drink in one gulp. That surge of cold must have tripped something over the edge for me. The muscles in my inner thighs and around my cunt started twitching. If his dick had been inside me, I'm sure the feeling it would have bestowed would have been legendary. I was falling over a precipice, and that precipice was a huge orgasm.

"AHHHH!!!!" I screamed. I noticed some others were now around us enjoying the show. I didn't worry about them for a second. I let their longing eyes enhance my own pleasure. 

I crouched there motionless for a moment, then slowly backed off Luc's face. When I saw it, his face was absolutely covered in my juices and cum. He had a huge smile on his face. I straddled him fully naked. I looked down and realized that he hadn't removed a stitch of clothing. I felt a little bad and wanted to reciprocate.

"I think it's about time I repaid the favor," I offered.

"Actually, my set break is almost over. I have to get back to the booth."

Disappointment tumbled through my brain. I wanted to feel his cock. I hadn't even rubbed it through his pants. God, what a tease I was. Taking everything for myself and then not paying any of it back.

I stood up beside the lounge and let him get up. The waiter appeared with a warm, damp towel, and Luc wiped his face clean; he even gave me a cool glass of water. So refreshing! Luc stood all the way up and took me in his arms. He gave me a long, deep kiss. My dress was still bunched around my waist. His hands moved all around my body. I finally used my hands to knead over his dick. He was so hard! And his dick felt so wonderfully perfect in my hand, even though there was a thin piece of cotton between us. A perfect size. It was big, but not one of those freak things. Perfect.

Luc turned around still holding my hand and led me to the door. As we approached the door a well-dressed couple in the their mid-30s came up to us. "Luc, good to see you down here for a change. And with such fine company." Luc nodded and looked longingly in my eyes. I felt both the couple's eyes scanning up and down my naked body. I did nothing to cover myself. I figured that I had just put everything on display so there was nothing they hadn't already seen. Not to mention the hundreds of up-skirt views you could get just by tilting your head up.

The man's lady companion piped in, "Those are beautiful shoes. Are those.?."

"...Christian Louboutin. I picked them up at his Paris boutique last spring," I calmly and confidently added.

"They're fabulous, and they make your gorgeous legs look even lovelier. Honey, I think I know your next gift for me."

"I'm sorry I got you in trouble," I directed at the man.

"That's quite alright Jamie, she's worth it. Plus, I'll insist she wear them exactly as you are now."

They walked away and Luc and I continued toward the door. At this point, I figured I had to fix my dress. This room seemed like it was fairly private, so I didn't want to cause too much fuss as I walked out. I pulled the skirt down and retied the straps around my neck. I thought for a moment about the bra and thong I'd left behind. Fuck 'em. I wanted to be easy access for Luc. As we got to the door leading back to the staircase, Luc turned kissed me again. "This night isn't over yet."

***************

MEANWHILE:

Claire stormed away from the club's entrance mad as fire. The bouncer flatly turned her down when she got to the front door. Even though she had her ID and cover charge, he gave her one up and down and told her to move along somewhere else. "The gall," she thought. After several attempts to convince him that she her friend was inside, he told her he didn't care. He'd get fired if he let me in dressed like that. "No jeans," was the rule he kept repeating.

Claire took out her cell phone and tried to call Jamie on the inside. "She won't get that," the bouncer informed her. "Cell phones for some reason don't work inside. I've never seen one that gets a single bar of service in there." 

"Then let me in real quick so I can let her know I'm out here."

"No can do. Would you please step aside?"

Claire clicked "Send" on her phone and tried Jamie just in case. Straight to voicemail. "Hey Jamie, it's Claire. You just got in the club and they denied me—assholes—could you come outside if you get this? The bouncer said you may not have signal. I'm going to wait another ten minutes or so. If I'm gone, can you just get a cab home? Or call me, I'll pick you up."

Claire stood by the entrance for about fifteen minutes. After that amount of time, she figured that Jamie didn't see Claire get turned away and had gone to go get the drinks. With how long the line was out here, Claire figured Jamie might have to wait a while to get drinks. It could be ages before Jamie figured out what was going on.

Resigned to that fact, Claire told the bouncer that she was leaving. "If some girl comes out and asks for Claire, tell her I went home."

"Ok."

Claire abruptly turned and walked away. She had never been so embarrassed in her life. There was a long line of people who saw the whole confrontation who couldn't control their snickers. Claire got to her car, opened the door, and slammed it shut. "Ah! Why can't anything on this trip go right?"

Claire sped home on the verge of tears. She kept checking her phone to see if Jamie had checked in. Nothing.

Claire rolled up the condo and was looking forward to just going to sleep. This day needed to end for her. Tomorrow, they could go to the beach and then they'd have their girls' night out on the town. She wouldn't get turned down then!

*****

Claire swung open the door and immediately knew something was amiss. The closet next the bathroom was open and a lot of its contents were spilled out on the floor in front of it. The kitchen table was covered in empty beer cans and a frozen pizza box. "Some dinner," Claire thought.

As Claire got farther inside the condo, she began hearing the moans and cries that could only mean sex. "Damn, I wonder which one of them got loose and is hooking up with her guy?" Claire peeked in the bedroom and was completely astonished at the sight inside.

The whole bedroom was in disarray. All of the sheets had been stripped from the bed and cast off onto the floor. All the lights were on, but one of the lamps had fallen off the bedside table. There was a plastic tarp covering the bed. And there, right on top of the bed, both Emily and Rachel were fucking their guys. Both of them! 

That wasn't all. All four of them were butt as naked and covered in some kind of oil. They were all writhing in it and smothering it on each other's tits, dicks, and wherever else it would go. Claire saw one of the guys turn over the last of a bottle of olive oil on Emily's chest. She was riding his cock and furiously rubbing her tits. She let it run off onto the guy's chest and rubbed it on him. The oil was everywhere. The tarp was keeping it off the mattress, but it had otherwise splashed on the walls and dripped onto the floor. It was surreal.

And they were screaming. Everyone was calling each other sluts and telling them to give it to them harder and faster. After watching for about thirty seconds, Claire saw the girls switch partners. "Oh my god, they're all crazy," Claire thought as she stood in utter disbelief. Before tonight, she had just seen Jamie that one time act like a complete slut. Now this. It was a Roman-style orgy. There were no boundaries, no partners, and no semblance of decency.

Claire's tears welled up and she started sobbing. The events of tonight and the previous days just overwhelmed her. "How could they do this?" She moved over to the pull out sofa, lay down, and continued bawling. She curled up in a little ball, and tried to put her hands over her ears, but she couldn't push tight enough to keep the noises from reaching her mind.




Jamie the Black Sheep Ch. 04



"Ahhhh, rub my clit!"

"Yea Emily, eat her box."

"Rachel, get her in a 69!"

"Fuck me harder!"

After an hour, Claire couldn't even differentiate who was saying what. It didn't matter, they were all equally guilty of some monstrous act. Why would these girls do this? They had never acted this way before. Or had they? Did Claire know any of her friends? She had to get out of here. But where would she go at this time of night?

As she chewed on that thought, Emily and one of the guys came out to the living room, dripping oil. Emily's blank eyes looked up and saw Claire, but there was no recognition. She was frenzied and focusing on the boy—still rubbing her hands up and down his skin.

"Excuse us," the boy said as he grabbed something on the table that was right in front of Claire. It was a plastic baggy. He toweled off his dick so it was relatively clean from the oil. Then he took a spoon and scooped out some white powder and put it right along the length of his dick.

Emily got down on both her knees in front of him and proceeded to snort the whole line of coke off the guys throbbing hard on. Emily never broke eye contact with Claire. 

"Rachel," the guy yelled, "come get yours before we run out."

Rachel scampered out of the bedroom shimmering in the glow of her oil-covered skin.

"Oh shit, Claire." Then Rachel started giggling. "You weren't s-s-supposed to be home yet. We're fucked up. You want to join us?" Rachel had the same blank eyes as Emily. God knows how drunk and high they were.

Then Rachel got down on her knees and took a line off the guy's dick. "Their blow is so amazing. You won't ever want to stop fucking!" She finished it off by taking the whole length of his cock in her mouth to clean it off.

"No, I think I'll pass," was all Claire could muster.

"Suit yourself."

The strange guy grabbed both Emily and Rachel's asses and led them back to the bedroom. A few seconds later the moaning and cries resumed.

Claire laid down and prayed for sleep to come. She was too stunned to move.

***************

BACK AT THE CLUB:

Luc and I climbed back up to his DJ roost that hovered above the crowd. This view was so diametrically opposite from the one we'd just had. Whereas a few seconds ago we were looking up at all these people, now we were looking down on them from above. It was such a cool perspective, because we could pick out some of the couples we had seen hooking up from below. It was fascinating. "Look, there's the fucking couple." Damn, you couldn't even tell! Skills.

Luc flipped his controls and laptop back to life and eased himself back to controlling the music. The crowd didn't even notice. Then Luc got on the PA, and with the assistance of a voice distorter asked the crowd, "Everyone ready to get wwwiiilllddd?!!" 

There was a huge surge in the music and the crowd at that moment. Everyone, including Luc, was bouncing up and down. The lights had shifted so that the DJ booth was illuminated and everyone below could see what was going on up here. I started dancing. I had to. I couldn't be the one person not rocking out.

"Let me introduce to you our lovely club dancers, The Nymphomitons!"

On cue, four scantily clad girls walked out on gangplanks that were on either side of the dance floor. Each had a spotlight attached to them as they moved. They were all gorgeous. They had mini bikini tops on with booty shorts that could hardly be classified as shorts. They were shaking everything they had, and they looked awesome. 

Ah. I was getting heated all over up again. I had an amazing euphoric feeling washing completely over me. I was sweating a little more than I normally did. Then I realized the pill I had taken earlier. This must be what happens. I just had an irresistible urge to dance, and touch, and BE touched! I got behind Luc as he was controlling the music and started grinding behind him the way guys normally do to me. I had my hands all over his chest, cock, and ass. I was trying to be careful to not bump into his hands so he had an unobstructed path to the music controls. A couple of times, though, I bumped him. He was being great about it, so I decided to let his arms be. How did I do that? I got down on my knees in front of him.

With an incredible urgency I zipped his fly down. I don't know if he could have protested, because his hands were spinning those simulated records, clicking his mouse, and changing mix levels. Without any protest, I reached into his pants, over his boxers, and unfurled his cock to the sultry club air. Ah, finally! I let it sit there a moment—breathing like a fine wine—before I started going up and down against its hard cock with my fingertips. Then I switched to the my palms, working him up and down. The excruciatingly sensual excitement was electric. I registered every never cell that fired telling my brain something wonderful was happening to my body. I put my face even closer and lightly brushed his cock against the soft cheeks of my face. I knew he was getting turned on, because I felt the moisture of his precum oozing onto my face. Heaven.

I couldn't take it anymore. I opened my mouth and took his entire cock in my mouth. I had to really open up to get him all in, but even the feeling of my lips straining to get around him was emitting an intensely gratifying feeling. I made sure his entire shaft was slicked up by my mouth and started mixing up my technique: Sucking up and down with mouth; a little hand play; the ever popular balls in the mouth. I did it all. I went at it for a song or two and realized that he was getting close. I wanted the taste of his warm cum in my mouth. It would give me another one of my senses the chance to overload my brain with delight.

Then Luc backed away. "Babe, you're amazing," he said as he longingly looked down at me with his cock still springing out of his pants. "You want to try something else? I saw you shaking that thang back here. You want to dance for the crowd?" 

Uh, he wanted to put me on display. That was so hot. All the alcohol, along with that little pill, had me feeling that I had to keep the stimuli flowing through my body. I stood up and nodded my head for him to lead me forward—into what I have no idea. 

Luc had on a headset and screamed, "People! We're having a tryout for a new dancer! Give her some noise!" All the other girls moved down the planks and came right for me. I was in the front and center of the whole club. People were looking up at me; I could tell. I couldn't really see them, because the spotlights and alternate lighting were practically blinding me. 

Luc had apparently gone back to the DJ board, because a new, very powerful beat pumped through the speakers. It was a very intense piece of house techno. The shockwaves of the woofer were coursing through my body, and I started to dance in its wake. By then, the other four dancers were on either side of me. They were allowing me to control the pace and gyration of the dance, but they complemented it really well. These girls knew how to shake it. Then I turned to one side, presented my ass to one of the girls and my front to the other. The girl behind me grabbed me and started grinding up and down my ass the way a guy does, but it was with the tenderness of a woman. The girl in front of me somehow interlocked our legs and we were gyrating in an extremely erotic groove. 

There were hands flying everywhere, but gracefully. I thought I was doing a pretty damn good job of holding my own against these girls who did this for a living! Then I saw a lot of the back and side lights turn down and the spotlight max out its brightness. Just then, the girl in front of my locked onto my lips and wrapped her arms around me. The dancer behind me started feverishly continued to thrust forward as if she was fucking me. Ah, it was so sexy. I'd made out with a few girls a few times just for a laugh, but this girl was serious. She was making out with me like she wanted to fuck. And I was too!

The crowd was going absolutely nuts. Of course, some of them were concentrated on their own groove, but the vast majority of people had their eyes glued to the scene happening above them. I spread my legs a little further open to let the girl in front of me get her leg further inside. When I did that, there was a loud, male cry of approval. Fuck! I bet they can see right up my short skirt. I am twenty feet above them. They'd have the perfect view.

Uh, I didn't care, I spread my legs wider. Let them have it. I had seen all them from below. Quid pro quo, bitches.

"I think she's ready guys," one of the dancers signaled to the others. Without any request or permission, the two girls I had been really close to spun me to face the crowd. They had their hands working all over my body. On my skin, above my dress, and even snaking underneath every now and then. I felt a loosening of my dress from my neck and chest. They were untying my dress strap! Let them. I wanted it. If they could put more skin of their skin on my skin, then I'm all the better for it. 

I realized that all the lights and movement had really heated me up. I wouldn't say that I was dripping sweat, but I would admit that I was glistening with moisture. Everything about me wanted to be displayed, and everything wanted to be exposed.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," I had heard Luc behind me blast in his voice distorted chant, "we give you HOUSE!!!"

At that instant the girls ripped my dress in half along its vertical center starting at the V neckline. I was completely exposed, utterly naked to the crowd. The only thing I had on were my high, high heels, and I thought that just made it even sexier. The lights bathed me in white hot, unobstructed glory for a few seconds, just long enough to let it register with the crowd. Everyone: girls, guys, and even the rafters seemed to explode. It was like I'd been reborn in front of everyone, and here I was as naked as I was my first birth. 

Just as I started to work my hands down the front of my sweaty body, Luc quickly ramped up the music to the hardest house beat I'd ever heard. The lights on us went down and the club went absolutely dark. Every now and then there would be a pulsing light in one corner with the beat, but other than that there was pitch dark. I could only imagine what was happening beneath me. If there had been any people scared to act out on their desires before, they certainly wouldn't have that trepidation now. I heard moans and cries of ecstasy. And I was jealous! 

The other dancers had quickly moved off the planking to go wherever those girls go when they're not dancing. I stood there on the walkway for a moment unsure of what I wanted to do. Part of me really wanted to go down in the crowd. The thought of hundreds of people brushing against my naked body—and all the perverted license people would take with me—sounded delicious! On the other hand, I really wanted to go back to Luc. He was so sexy. He was so right when he said he was in control of all these people. He had used me to whip them up into a frenzy, and that made him so appealing to me. 

I meandered back behind the booth. I had no idea where my dress was. I didn't care. The whole place had seen the goods by now, what should I be ashamed of?

"You were amazing out there!" Luc said as he wrapped his arms around me.

"Thanks, that wasn't what I expected, but it was so hot!"

"I'm glad you're not upset." Then he got very close to my ear and whispered, "It is such a turn on to find a strong, beautiful woman who will announce to the world that she's not ashamed to indulge in a little physical pleasure."

I wrapped myself even tighter around him and kissed him furiously. "This train isn't stopping now," I thought. I eased my fingers around the bottom of his shirt and started pulling up. He helped me by sticking his arms straight up in the air. In one flourish his shirt was off and my hands were massaging his chest. 

Next, I worked his belt off in one quick pulling motion. I stood there with if for a second and tried to crack it like a bull whip. I didn't get the snap I dreamed of, but it served its purpose. I tossed the belt aside and unbuttoned the slacks. I didn't have to unzip him; I'd already done that. So I pulled down his pants and boxers at the same time. He had apparently planned ahead and slipped off his shoes. We were both completely naked now, holding each other as tightly as we could. 

His fully engorged cock was flipped up and slithering against my stomach. It felt so good there. I knew that's what I wanted at that moment. 

"Give me some of this dick," I begged him.

Without a word, he started pushing me backward to the back of the booth. I supposed he was going to pin me against the wall. It was a little hard to stutter step backwards in these heels, but I managed to scoot back with him and maintain a passionate kiss. Then my knees hit something solid—like a block—and it forced me to sit down on it. But this block was pulsating! The vibrations were so strong, rhythmic, and consistent. 

"It's the woofer. It provides all of the bass for the club. It's pointed down, so it's not as powerful right here," Luc explained.

Oh my god. The thing was so strong; it had my pussy tingling in seconds. There's the old wives' trick of fucking on the dryer to get that vibration, but this was industrial strength!

"Holy shit Luc, give it to me!"

There had been so much start-and-stop foreplay to this point that he didn't hesitate. He just drove his cock right into me. I could tell that he didn't have it in him to try and tease me anymore. I had given him one hell of a blowjob earlier. But it hadn't been me that left him hanging, it was his request to go back to DJing that cut that off.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and interlocked my ankles to get my grip. He drove harder and harder into me. It was earth shattering. Each thrust was perfectly timed with the beat, but it wasn't on the beat. He lunged forward on the intense techno's downbeat. So as he pulled out the bass would fire. It created a situation where every second there was some kind of rippling sensation moving through me. It was a constant, ongoing assault of pleasure. Let this never end! 

The pummeling continued for a song or two. He never let up. He changed his technique as his preprogrammed music changed. And he anticipated all of it. He was conducting the music for everyone else and conducting this fuck for me. It was truly watching a maestro at work.

"Ah, pinch my nipples!" I screamed.

"Fuck me!"

"Harder!"

I kept pleading with him to continue, and he did. He wasn't a talkative lover, and that was fine by me. He didn't ever have to say another word to me if he kept up this barrage of pounding. I felt the tingling pressure build up in my body. I knew that I was going to cum soon. And he just kept going, like a metronome. Ah! 

"I'm gonna cum, please don't stop."

Finally, I let out a high pitch squeal—the kind that an opera singer makes at the height of the crescendo and breaks a wine glass next to her. The muscles in my pussy were contracting and loosening. It was like my body was shutting down, because it didn't know how to handle what was going on. It was glorious. 

Luc just kept pounding. I thought my orgasm would ebb, but somehow he sustained it. After about forty-five seconds, I was getting light headed. Could someone go into shock from pleasure? I knew it happened with pain, in accident victims. Right when I thought I was about to lose it, Luc drove one last lunge right to the core of my cunt. I knew he was cumming. I could feel the twitching, and I could feel the bubbling moisture coming around his cock and down my legs.

He tried to get up, but I kept my legs wrapped around him. I gave him the most passionate kiss I'd ever given anyone. I wanted it to serve as a thank you he'd never forget. Finally, he worked his way out of me, turned around, and made some changes to the music. 

For a moment I just sat there with my legs spread open wide. I hadn't moved. I didn't think my muscles would respond if I asked them to. I was so exhausted that I turned over and laid my chest down on the woofer. The vibrations started to give my nipples a little loving, and it was a nice feeling. My head was hanging over one side of the speaker, and my legs were over the other. It was so comfortable. 

*****

After a few songs though, I had regained most of my strength. I couldn't just lay here for the rest of the night. But I didn't want to move. The vibrations were started to really get my nipples excited. And the corner of the woofer was wedged right in my pussy. It was like I was straddling a two-ton vibrator. Out of some depths, I knew that my night wasn't over. 

As I looked around, I saw our waiter come and ask if there was anything he could get for me. This guy was no waiter; he was some kind of personal manservant. No minimum wage bonehead cared this much about the job. 

"You know, I think I will need something."

I reached my hand up and grabbed him by the belt. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock.

"Interested in a tip?" Then I took his whole cock in my mouth. I don't know why I did it. I just wanted to. Somehow, I knew Luc wouldn't mind at all. He had shared me for the pleasure of others all night. Wasn't I just continuing that?

I remained plastered against the speaker while I worked his dick up and down with my tongue and lips. He didn't even have to touch me to get me turned on. The speaker was doing that.

From behind, I felt another cock poking around down near my pussy. I popped the waiter's cock out of my mouth and turned around. It was Luc. He was standing there hard as a rock sliding his dick against the folds of my lips. Mmm, that felt nice, but I didn't want to move my legs. My clit was perfectly pinned against the corner of the speaker, and it was perfectly placed to send continuous shocks right through me. I didn't want to lift myself up to let him enter from behind. Oh well, I guess that leaves us only one option.

"I don't want to move my clit off this thing, just fuck my ass!"

"What?" Luc said. 

"Fuck. My. Ass."

As I said it, Luc had held out his radio headset. I have no idea why. I didn't think about it for long, because I turned back to finish what I'd started with the waiter. I gobbled him down for a few seconds, and then I heard it over the speakers.

It started as a new song, with a female voice singing in the background. Then, I heard my own voice. "Fuck. My. Ass." It was perfectly mixed in the song. Ah, that rat! He'd recorded me demanding to get ass fucked and mixed it into the song. Sexy! He returned a moment later with some kind of lube and started working it around my little opening. He was very tender, and after a few finger pokes he had the opening stretched enough to begin working his cock in.

Wow, this was a first for me. I now was being tag teamed. Emily had been asking Ryan and Andy to do it to her, but I never thought I'd do it. One waiter's cock in my mouth: check. One DJ's cock in my ass: check. This was some fucking club!

As Luc started working his cock inch by inch into my ass, I really concentrated on the dick in my mouth. I knew after a while, the pleasure of the ass fucking would take over and I'd lose all focus. I had to get this guy off quickly. So I really started working his balls with my hands and his head with my tongue. I'd dive down hard on his cock and let it slam through the back of my throat. I gargle it for a few moments until I needed to get a breath, then back out. It didn't take long. Soon enough, he pulled his cock out and started furiously jerking himself off. After seven seconds, I saw the first of six rounds of jizz coming hosing at my face. He actually got it mostly in my hair. That was a little disappointing, because I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted that salty taste. It's the little things.




Jamie the Black Sheep Ch. 04



I quickly lost focus on the dick in front of me and turned my attention to the dick behind me—or more specifically the dick in my behind. Luc was now pretty much able to stick his cock all the way inside my ass. He'd get all the way in and then pull all the way out. And I mean all the way. He didn't let the tip stay in so that it was easier to piston back in. The head of his dick was all the way out, then he'd force it back in. With every new forward thrust, the muscle that guards my little asshole would have to spread out to admit his cock for another round. Each time it flexed to his big piece of meat, the feeling it gave me was wonderful. That's the real pleasure: the invasion.

"Alright, now fuck my ass!" I demanded.

Luc quickly took me advice and increased his pace. The great thing about it, though, was that he didn't change his technique. Each withdrawal, he'd come all the way out. Then, with each thrust, he'd have to pierce through my tight little asshole. It was wonderful. He kept pouring lube on the area, so there really wasn't any pain involved. It was just the wondering fulfilling feeling of his cock going to town in my ass. Ahhh.

This time, it was Luc that beat me to the punch. His fingernails suddenly grasped the fleshy cheeks of my ass like he was holding on for dear life. Then I heard him give a huge exhale and a pulled out quickly. As the head moved past my asshole for the last time, it gave it a parting shot of jizz. After that, there were a few money shots delivered to my lower back. I don't think I came, but I didn't care. I may not have been able to. My body was numba: Numb from fucking god knows how many dudes in the past few days. Numb from the booze. Numb from the drugs. Numb from the thought that my friends were all probably asleep back at the condo. Numb from the memory of a boyfriend back home that I didn't even feel bad about.

*****

A limo drove me home from the club. Luc told me he could eventually, but he had to finish his set. I told him I needed some sleep so he arranged the car. Someone at the club gave me an employee button-up to wear home. As I was leaving the waiter ran up to me with a bag, "Your effects ma'am." I looked inside and saw my thong and bra from earlier. This guy was something. "Also ma'am. Luc wanted me to give you this." I looked and it was his business card. On the back was his cell number, hand written. "Mr. Luc rarely gives out his personal phone number. I'm not supposed to tell you that, but you should call him. He'd be disappointed if you didn't."

"Who are you?" was all I asked.

"I'm his personal assistant. Luc, along with his family, owns this club and many others like them around the world. I've worked with him for five years, and I've never seen him show one young lady all his favors. I have to admit we did a little research on you. That's the only reason why you were allowed downstairs. So, Ms. Jamie, I hope you enjoy the remainder of your vacation." He turned and walked away.

Good Lord. Research? Of course, that's how the older man knew my name. We'd never told him. And Luc! Owning clubs all over the world. Could that be true? I had butterflies as I stepped into the limo for my ride home.

*****

I walked into the condo just before dawn and saw the place was destroyed. I saw the beers on the kitchen, the closet turned out, and everything else in some kind of disarray. And there was Claire. She was packing her bag. 

She looked up and saw what I looked like and started crying all over again. I could tell by the state of her face these weren't the first tears she'd cried today. 

"What? Did you get fucked too? Where's your dress? Why are you wearing a button-up? I can't believe this! All my friends—no, my ex-friends—are all whores!" 

She looked at me with a vehemence I'd never seen. She shoved some last article of clothing in her bag and zipped the suitcase shut. 

"What's going on Claire, why are you so upset?" 

"Just go look in the bedroom. You're whore friends had one helluva night. Beers, frozen pizza, booze...and oh wait: coke, olive oil, and a giant fucking orgy. It's sickening."

"Good lord."

"That's right. And you're just as bad. I hope you had your fun. This is ridiculous. I hope I never see any of you again!"

"Wait, Claire!" I shouted as she passed me moving towards the door. "Where are you going? You don't even have a car."

"I rented one. The shop is a half mile down the road. I need to leave here before something terrible happens."

"Claire, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for any of this. I didn't know they didn't let you into the club until later in the night. "

"Jamie, if you had come home with your clothes on, then I could have forgiven you. But look at you. Is that cum in your hair? Disgusting."

"Claire, are you going to tell anyone?"

"I haven't decided. I know one thing: I never want to see any of you again." With that, she stormed out and slammed the door.

I walked into the room and saw Emily, Rachel, and the two boys all naked on the bed. The tarp was still on it, and the oil was semi-drying on everyone. Emily had a line of coke on her boob. The smell of the room was overpowering. It was a mix of sex, oil, and...something else. I have no idea. 

*****

I started cleaning up and eventually Emily and Rachel came out of the bedroom. They both came out naked, looking confused. Emily asked where Claire was.

"Don't you remember?" Rachel cut in. "She came home, saw us both do a line of coke off the boy's dick, started crying, and vowed to go home."

"Fuck! Did she go home? How? She doesn't have a car. Did she take our's?"

"She rented one."

Emily started sobbing a little. "She's gonna tell everyone."

"Probably," was all I could say. There seemed to be a mutual understanding. None of us seemed upset about what we had done. We simply were upset we were probably going to get caught.