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CHAPTER EIGHT: DIRTY DANCING
Cori and Norm emerged from the house to find that the guys had finished the deck, cleaned up their tools and had changed into their swimsuits. They were all swimming in the pool, cooling off from their hard day's work.
"Well, you guys do amazing work," Norm said. "Thank you so much. You guys enjoy the pool and we'll start preparing your dinner. By the way, do you approve of Cori's attire for the evening?"
He had her turn around slowly, letting them get a good look from all sides. She was wearing a hot pink wraparound lycra skirt that Norm had made her pull up to just under her belly button. The effect was that the bottom of the narrow skirt came only to the midway point of her ass cheeks and to the very tops of her thighs. Beneath the skirt she wore a matching hot pink g-string that went between her ass cheeks with a triangle of fabric covering her pussy mound. On top, she was wearing a white lycra tank top with a deep, rounded neckline that revealed ample amounts of her cleavage. Her hard nipples, still being stimulated by the gold rings, stuck out sharply, their rigid shape clearly evident through the fabric.
She also wore clear stiletto heels and a rhinestone choker that said "I Love Cocks." Her golden hair was down and she wore pink lipstick that made her lips look even fuller and more moist than usual.
A couple of the guys whistled their approval, but Crisp jumped out of the pool and went over to her. "This is nice," he said, "but may I make a couple modifications?"
"Of course," Norm said. "This is your show. You call the shots. Remember, lap dances for Waters, Benson and Cho first, then you, Cruz and Sanders get all-access for an hour."
"Got it." Without another word, Crisp yanked Cori's top down so that her tits stuck out through the top opening of the tank top. The tank's straps over her shoulders made the top press against the bottoms of her breasts, forcing them to sit up even higher and stick out even further than usual.
"Nice touch," Norm acknowledged.
Crisp grabbed a box-cutter from the tool kit and, gripping the bottom of Cori's skirt on one side, sliced a semicircle up to the top band of the skirt just above her ass crack and then down to the bottom on the back of her other thigh. He did the same on the front, the result being two huge sections cut out of the front and back of the skirt, leaving her g-string covered ass and pussy completely exposed.
"Big improvement," Norm said.
Crisp slapped Cori's bare ass and said, "Go on, now, babe. I'm getting very hungry."
Cori and Norm prepared a feast for their guests, complete with big, juicy steaks, ribs, grilled vegetables, salads, rolls, ice cream, two pies and a cake. They furnished beer and wine and Cori pushed the dining room table out onto the deck and set six chairs around it. Norm would be in his wheelchair and she would be serving, so she didn't need a seat.
Cori couldn't help but notice the guys as they got out of the pool and gathered around the table. They were all wet and shirtless, wearing only their swimsuits, revealing their broad, muscular chests and arms, their rippled abs. She was impressed. She loved her guys at the shop, but these guys were superior in terms of looks and condition.
She served all of them, bringing over slabs of meat and setting dishes of vegetables and rolls on the table. Enjoying their prize for the evening, the guys openly groped her as she leaned over the table or walked past. They grabbed her tits, pulling on the hard nipples and they playfully slapped at her ass. From time to time, a hand would dig between her thighs, exploring her hot twat for a few seconds before pinching her ass and sending her on her way to get another beer.
The beer was all in a cooler next to the table and to get it, Cori would bend over slowly at the waist, her legs straight, her ass sticking high in the air while she dug through the ice, trying to find the coldest beer at the bottom of the cooler. No wonder every time someone asked for another beer, the others applauded. It was a show-stopping performance every time.
"What are you gonna eat, sweet thing?" Benson asked as Cori brought him another steak. He put his hand on her ass and dug his fingers roughly between her thighs.
"Well, the food's all yours," Norm said. "But she'll eat whatever you want to feed her."
"Really?" Benson said, raising an eyebrow. "She likes to be fed, huh? Do you like steak sweetheart?"
"Yes," Cori said.
"Well, here you go." Benson held out a small piece of steak between his fingers and when Cori opened her mouth he put the meat and two fingers inside her mouth. Taking the cue, Cori sucked the meat out of his hand and then licked and sucked on his fingers, teasing them the same way she would a cock. Only when he pulled his fingers away did she chew and swallow the meat. "Damn," Benson said, rapidly tugging down his swimsuit.
"Here," he said, "have another piece." He put a small piece of steak on top of his cock head and offered it to here. She knelt down, looked up at him and moved in, taking his cock and the meat into her mouth in one smooth motion. She sucked on the meat and his cock, drawing the juices from the steak and letting them trickle down her throat while Benson's juices percolated in preparation for their own journey down Cori's gullet. She sucked him for a few seconds, then pulled back.
"Hey, where are you going, babe?" Benson said.
"Meat's gone," Cori smiled, turning and walking away toward the grill. The guys loved it, laughing and making jokes at Benson about how he didn't have enough meat for her. Benson laughed right along, taking the ribbing good-naturedly.
"Well, at least I had some to give her," Benson laughed, "while the rest of you sat around chewing your own meat."
"We'll see about that," Cruz said, standing up and dropping his shorts. He dipped his cock in a glass of wine. "Are you thirsty, Cori?"
"Parched," Cori smiled, turning back around and dropping to her hands and knees. She crawled toward him slowly, panting "water, water" like many a movie scene with a character crawling through the desert.
"Here's your oasis," Cruz said, wagging his cock at her. It was wet with wine and glistened in the fading sunlight. Cori stopped just in front of him, looked around the table, making eye contact with everyone there, winking at Norm, then slurped Cruz's cock into her mouth with the gusto of a hungry dog chomping on a treat. She quickly licked the wine from his cock and kept right on sucking until he pulled out. "Better get you a refill, you thirsty slut," Cruz said. He poured more wine on his cock, then aimed it back at her face. He repeated this three more times until he was on the verge of cumming, then decided he better stop and wait for his hour of fun later.
Before Cori could stand up, Waters announced it was time for desert. She crawled over to him and he presented her with a pair of big round balls that he had completely covered in icing from the cake.
"Mmmm, my favorite!" Cori squealed. "I love frosted chocolate balls!" She stuck her tongue out and lapped at the icing, noting how the man's cock twitched at the slightest contact from her tongue on his balls. She dipped her head between his legs and came at his balls from below, putting her tongue at the base and licking a clean stripe all the way to the base of his cock. Then, she sucked each ball into her mouth separately, removing large chunks of icing which clung to her lips like three-day-old cum. She paid special attention to the base of his balls where she knew it was very sensitive. She felt his hard cock rubbing against her face, the soft head pushing against her forehead or eyelid or even sliding through her hair.
