Joly and Rina had been friends since elementary school, through high school as well. They had been college roommates and now, five years after graduation, thanks to good jobs, they still chose to share a very nice condo in the heart of downtown. They knew everything about each other, and despite the occasional annoyances any living together relationship might bring they got along very well.
But they weren't lovers.
But they were sexual. They had discovered sex together as young teens, giggled over the porn images they found online, drooled over the bad boys, discovered masturbation, resolved to lose their virginities at the same time (more or less) but only after their 16th birthdays...if the right guys came along.
There had been boyfriends along the way, even the occasional serious one, but nothing really ever interfered with their friendship. And they had grown both focused on their budding careers and equally serious about their partying.
Joly and Rina loved sex. They usually went to the clubs together and sometimes let themselves get picked up together. They had shared lovers and swaps now and then, even kissed and fondled each other a bit in order to get the party going. Joly was always the more adventurous, but Rina took little convincing to join in. They had flashed once in awhile when feeling silly and randy, shared giving a cute guy a blow job in an alley out back of a bar one time, even dared each other one time to run through the park naked.
They were hot, fun, adventurous and highly sexual young women. Of late, dares had been their new fun. Example: Joly would pick out a guy on the dance floor and dare Rina to seduce him and take him home...or maybe it was the other way around. The forfeit if the dare wasn't taken was usually the loss of thong panties for the night and an obligation to display that fact while sitting on a bar stool.
One Thursday evening they were out dancing with their favourite across the hall neighbour Stephen. Stephen was about as gay as it gets and as sexual as they were. He was lots of laughs and a great dancer. He was also aware of their sexy secrets and dares.
A couple of rounds of shots had been consumed and everyone was feeling loose when Stephen started grinning a little menacingly. When they asked him what was going on, he shared a proposal.
"I have a dare for you two minxes, but one that ups the ante and has real consequences!" He smiled deliciously. "Lay it on us big fella," cried the ever adventurous Joly. Rina just nodded, eager but nervous. She had a feeling something big was coming.
"Starting here, you both go off -separately, mind- and find some guy. Convince him to let you give him a blowjob here in the club. Do an good job, now you naughty girls, but don't swallow. Rush back here with your mouthful and show me. First one back wins! But no one swallows till I say so. I want proof of your inner sluttiness, girls."
"And what happens to the second place finisher," asked Rina a little nervously. In truth the challenge didn't bother her much. She had given more than a few public blow jobs, though usually with Joly kneeling right beside her.
"That's the best part," squealed Stephen! "The loser becomes the winner's complete slave slut for the weekend, all the way from right now to Monday morning. She has to do whatever the mistress wants her to do! "
"But what if the loser refuses?" asked Rina.
"Oh, she won't. As back up I will also film some of the naughtiness which will go public if the loser backs out! That little bit of blackmail should do the trick. Now, isn't that a bet? Besides, you two are closer than any two sisters. I doubt too many limits will be crossed...but I bet some will!"
In truth, Rina felt her panties soaking not at the thought, of winning, but at the shame and humiliation of losing. Maybe that's why she had gone along with the public blow jobs and sharing and streaking. Something in her craved humiliation and being forced to do sexual things. And she would bet those sopping panties of hers that Joly's eyes glazing over with the dominant fantasies of what she might do to her pal when she won.
For once, Rina answered first, "I will if she will! It would be fun to see her get taken down a peg!"
Joly just nodded.
"Look around girls," said Stephen, "Choose your targets...and one, two, three...GO!"
Off they went. Joly went straight to the dance floor. Rina headed for the single guys who often hung around the bar. She picked out a likely guy not talking to anyone, put her arm around his back and whisper/shouted her offer. He sat bolt upright and looked at her. She smiled and nodded, but before he could speak, his girlfriend came back from the washroom staring daggers at the interloper. "Sorry," said Rina with a tilt of her head, "Hope you get the blow job anyway, baby," she said, much louder and stuck her tongue out at the girl.
Rina quickly turned the other way and banged into a tall bearded man about 30, heading for the bar. "Oh well," she thought, She repeated her offer to the stranger adding that she was out to win a bet.
"Hell yeah!" was the reply, "Anything to help a girl win a bet!"
She dragged him down the hallway and found the store room door near the rear exit open. It was filled with empties and smelled like the bar at the end of a long night. She hauled him by the belt and dropped to her knees fumbling with belt and zipper.
"What? No names? I'm Luther." "Rina," she said looking up at him but keeping to her work, "Pleased to meet ya, and thanks, but I am on the clock!"
"Have at 'er, babe."
It was a nice cock, not too big, but nice and it was growing nicely in her fingers. Rina had a lot of experience in oral sex, she could make a guy last for hours with nips and licks and teases, but that wasn't for tonight. This blow job was about quick accomplishment. Still, she knew that a little stimulation was needed. She licked and stroked, gazed up into his eyes as she fondled his balls, She sucked him into her throat a few times, but mostly focused on that steady rhythm that never fails to please.
In all it took her about five minutes before she felt him swelling for his explosion. Not bad, she had done better, but then he was 30, not 18. She closed her throat to make sure none pf his cum escaped. As soon as he finished she bolted for the door leaving him to clean up. She could hear a faint, "Good luck!" from behind her.
As she returned to the large club floor she caught sight of Joly on her knees in one of the corner booth. It looked like she was just catching her load. Rina could be first if she hurried. But choosing to cross the dance floor held her back. She got back to their table losing by no more than a second or two.
"On your knees, girls," cried Stephen delightedly. They complied. By now a few people around them had taken notice, other club regulars like them. Maybe Stephen had spread the word. At any rate, they knew something fun was up.
"Ok Joly, prove to us that you've won."
She sat back and opened wide showing the creamy white load, a little escaped out of the corner of her mouth.
"Excellent! But don't swallow. Now you, loser slut, show us what you have."
'Loser slut?' another flood of juice escaped as a shiver ran through her. What was going to happen? For a moment she thought she would pass out from lack of air. She swayed a little as the full impact of this lost bet flashed in her mind. Three days of orders and sluttiness and sex and shame. She didn't know what Joly would come up with but she bet it would be hot and serious. It was going to be one, long weekend!
Rina tilted her head back and displayed her load.
"Nicely done, Loser Slut, " She looked up and saw Stephen filming on his phone. Now swallow and show us an empty mouth." She did so obediently. "Ok Joly, you give her load now so she can swallow that too."
Joly rose up and walked over. She bent Rina's head back and pulled her mouth open. From about a foot above she slowly dribbled the load into her best friend's mouth."
"Swallow it, Loser Slut," she hissed with eyes blazing with power and arousal.
"Okay!" cried Stephen, "Only one more job for me. Loser Slut, turn to the camera and tell us all about the bet and your free will decision. And don't forget your name."
"I'm Rina. I just lost a bet and so I agree to become my best friend's slut slave for the next three days. I will obey all of her commands especially sexual ones, and submit to any punishment she feels is necessary. If I quit or fail, she can publish this and any other images she takes of me.
"Is that enough?"
"Just one more thing," said Stephen who had more experience with the BDSM scene. "If you say, 'cherries', it stops for a half hour and you can talk about limits. But you can only say your safe word twice and then the bet is forfeit.
"Well, she's all yours, Joly."
Rina looked at her brand new mistress. There was heat in the standing woman's eyes.
"Get up, Slut. Like all of our games, the first thing you lose is your underwear. Get them off, now."
Rina rose and lifted the hem of her tight clubbing skirt reaching for her panties.
"No, you stupid cow! That's not the way to take off ALL your underwear! First you take off the dress."
A small round of applause went through the gathered crowd. Blushing furiously, Rina hesitated but a second before stripping the skimpy dress over her head. She put it on the table.
"Oh no, that won't do. It might get wet. Ask one of the nice gentlemen to hold it."
Looking only at her feet she shuffled until she saw a pair of men's shoes and half her dress out. "Please?" A strong hand claimed the garment.
"Now, bra and panties on the table." Joly's tone brooked no opposition. Rina unhooked her bra and spilled her breasts out. She began to raise her hands but the look on Joly's face stopped her. She tossed the bra on the table, but missed. It hit the floor. Without being told she bent down, keeping her legs spread and her knees straight giving a great view to those behind. She picked the garment up and carefully placed it where it should be. Then she slowly skimmed her panties to the floor and pulled them off, setting them down with their mate.
"Turn around, very slowly for the nice people."
Rina could hardly breathe. "Head up! Look at each face, gaze into their eyes, be proud of your shameful situation, whore."
