This is a continuation of the "Being Brittany's Bitch" series. Your votes and constructive feedback are appreciated! Thanks to Belle Starr for sprouting the idea for this installment of the series.
I had just "played" a round of golf with Chantz at my old country club, which culminated in me taking eighteen inches up the ass on the eighteenth green for twenty three minutes (one for each stroke she won by). We had quite an audience from what I recall, as I passed out halfway through the ordeal. I was now handcuffed naked to the headboard in Chantz and Brittany's apartment. I must have been cleaned at some point, as I smelled of sluttish perfume, and the grass stains had been removed from my hands and knees. From the other room, I could hear my mistresses talking, but couldn't make out what was being said.
"Well, well, well, slut, looks like someone missed me?" Brittany said, as she entered the room. "We're going to a party tonight, and you're invited, aren't you lucky," she added, as she uncuffed me and stood me up.
Chantz tossed me a cropped, white, low-cut tee shirt and short, tight jean skirt. I pulled the skimpy rag over my huge tits as best I could, and then wiggled into the skirt. I knew better than to ask for underwear, but I was tossed a red thong, so I pulled that up under the skirt, being careful to tuck my little dick back. Platform sandals and a purse completed the outfit.
It was then that I noticed that Chantz and Brittany were wearing the same outfit that I was, except Chantz's shirt was red, and Brittany's was blue. "We'll be entertaining some gentlemen tonight, and they wanted us to go with a patriotic motif," Chantz informed me. With that, she snapped a collar around my neck, stuck her pinkie in it, and lead me to the car, with Brittany following closely.
We took off down the road, and soon we were in a familiar neighborhood. We were near my alma mater, UCLA. A few minutes later, we were on the street that I had lived on for three years while I was a student there. My heart sank as we pulled up to my old fraternity house. I had only been out of school for a few years, and I returned here frequently, to visit my brothers and pick up unsuspecting freshmen.
Brittany led us into the house, where several brothers, and some of their female guests had gathered. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," she said. "I hope you're ready for a special show tonight." There were several catcalls from the audience. "There may even be some audience participation at the end," she said, as she winked at a few girls in the corner.
Someone hit the music, and I watched and Brittany and Chantz began swaying seductively. I decided I had better follow suit. We began working the room, rubbing our breasts, and sitting on different party goers laps. Things started to heat up, and pretty soon, all three of us were topless. Chantz started pinching my left nipple and caressing my breast, while Brittany worked the right side.
Almost on cue, they spun me around, lifted my skirt in the back and each slapped my ass. I let out a yelp, as the audience went wild. I was bent over, so that each had and elbow digging into my back, while their free hands were slapping my ass. "Get down on all fours, bitch" Brittany growled, as she shoved me down.
