It was the Friday night social after work. Ten of us showed up for snacks and drinks.
We had pushed three cafe tables together and were all just gabbing. There were three distinct groups since the folks on either end were too far apart to talk comfortably. I was in the middle so I didn't belong to any particular group, but also could shift my attention to any group. For my part, sometimes I would join in on the conversation to my left, sometimes I would talk to the few on my right, and sometimes I would get drawn in to talking with a couple coworkers sitting across from me.
At one point, later in the evening, the discussion with the three to my left had just fizzled out when I happened to hear one of the two girls to my right saying, "...guy would do it under the right circumstances."
Then Brad, who worked on my floor told the girl who'd said it, "No way! There's just no way you could get a straight guy, like me, to give a blowjob. It's not like you two beautiful girls taking out your fantastic tits could have that much influence."
Now this really peaked my interest. Any talk of blowjobs would make me sit up and take notice. Talk of them taking out their breasts sounded pretty darn good too. But it sounded like they were trying to get Brad to give a blowjob. I never thought of him as anything other than totally straight - bordering on homophobic if anything. Naturally, I just had to see what was going on.
It helped that the two girls were hot as fuck and did indeed have fantastic tits. One of them I thought of as Hot Wanda and the other, aloof one, I didn't know - yet.
I turned to the trio, "Tell me more Brad." I looked the blonde in the eyes with my best smoldering charm, "Oh, and I'm Pete, what's your name?" It was Stefanie. And to help me remember I played my name game, calling her Stuck-up Stefanie in my head. Don't get me wrong, both her face and her body with the huge jugs, were very very fine, but she definitely came off as stuck-up.
My suspicions about them wanting him to give a blowjob were confirmed as he explained that the girls were so smug and sure of their own prowess that they thought they could convince men to do anything for them, including giving a blowjob.
Now this was the best conversation I'd had in ages. But then I got pulled back into a heated debate with Fat Trina, Frumpy Dolores, and Tall Viktoria. I mean literally, since Trina pulled on my arm, expecting me to weigh in on who was right.
When I was able to rejoin the girls and Brad he was saying, "OK, it's a bet then.
I couldn't believe he'd taken the bet, I couldn't believe the girls did. All he had to do was resist their efforts, knowing what they were up to. And the girls knew he knew as well.
I asked them all, "So what are the stakes?"
Wanda spoke up, "If we win he helps us move, but if we lose we process his quarterlies."
"Sounds fair," I offered, but what if you just tie him up, or force him, or blackmail him?"
The girls exchanged knowing glances, "Oh, those are all against the rules. No one can be bound or coerced. No money either. It all has to be based on emotional dynamics - sexual energy if you will."
I felt my own 'sexual energy' increase while looking at the girls in their party dresses.
"I'm intrigued." I said to Wanda, the better one. "Does it matter who's dick is sucked?" I was kinda thinking that if I were nearby when they launched their plan I might be the recipient of the blowjob. What did I care if a dude swung on my dick? And who knows, I might even end up bedding one of the girls as a side effect of all the 'sexual energy' being thrown around.
Fat Trina pulled my arm again, exasperated I let it all out, bluntly telling them that Dolores and Viktoria were flat out wrong and Trina was right. I really wanted to get back to the talk of 'emotional dynamics', to see how it turned out.
Unfortunately they had moved on. Next they talked about the roommates' upcoming move, then they discussed our waiter and whether or not Brad thought he was handsome.
I decided that it didn't matter to me if Brad won or lost, as long as the contest continued. Still, my first priority was that he would win so he and I could get the girls, and my backup plan was that he would lose so I received a consolation blowjob. A win-win for me.
The girls asked if we liked their outfits - and what body part we thought their dresses best showed off. Brad told Stef that he loved her yellow dress and that it really made her blue eyes stand out.
The girls complained that he wasn't being honest. Eventually he admitted that he most liked her ass in the flowy dress. The girls smiled and high-fived.
I told Wanda that I really liked her snug dress and that it really made her perfect boobs stand out. I was sure that was a winning line, but the girls said I'd chosen a boring response.
So I tried again. This time I said, "I really like your snug dress and how it shows off so much of your creamy legs. I want to kneel in front of you and kiss your inner thighs."
This the girls loved!
Our little group decided to take our party to the girl's place where they had some weed.
Once there, the chicks started to grill Brad. I'm not sure if he noticed, but to me it was obvious they were building a profile on his likes and dislikes so they could use it against him.
We sat around on floor pillows as they asked him questions like, "Do you think a guy is ever attractive or do you only like the more feminine traits?" And, "If you found yourself in bed with a guy, and it was feeling good down there would you let it go on?"
Our foursome was starting to pair up, as Wanda was sitting closer to me while Stef was inching closer to Brad. I made sure the conversation included talk of the girls' likes too, turning their questions back around on them, or making them group questions.
All the sex talk was having an effect on me, keeping me in a constant state of heightened libidinous feelings. It was my intent that they felt it too.
At one point Stefanie took me aside. I had my heart set on Wanda but the touch of her hand on my arm thrilled me. She asked me, "Do you think a guy would be more inclined to suck a dick on a chick or the cock of a big manly stud?" I thought of myself as the manly stud with Wanda, or Stef, or even Brad kneeling before me.
Getting back to her question, I thought about Brad and how he tended to to chase anything in a skirt. He would ignore a plain woman in slacks but as soon as she put on a skirt he totally disregarded her flaws. I winked, recognizing that she was talking about Brad and not 'a guy'. I told her that all the masculine attributes worked together to make men less attractive to men and more attractive to ladies. So a feminine looking guy would be more appealing to Brad.
She also asked me if 'a guy' would be more likely to make sacrifices to please a woman or to please himself. To me that meant: was Brad more likely to be wrapped around a woman's finger or selfish?
To bed one of the girls I needed to put my best foot forward, even at Brad's expense. I answered, "Brad can tend to think of his own needs first rather than his dates'. I don't completely get that since I'm always very concerned with making my women happy?"
Then she asked, "Can you think of a reason why a guy would put on ladies sexy lingerie?" Meanwhile, Brad was getting chummy with Wanda across the room.
I shot off an insincere quip, "Victor/Victoria did it to make money. Mrs. Doubtfire put on stuff to disguise herself." I saw Wanda touching his arm and wanted to get back right away before he muscled in on my territory. I felt agitated, spurred on by simmering desire mixed with envy.
Stef wouldn't let me get away, "So you're saying he does it for selfish reasons, or to be a new person? I answered quickly to get back to Laura, "Uh, yea, sounds about right."
When our foursome was reformed, Stef suggested some games: Pictionary, tripoly, or maybe poker. Brad wanted to play for money, but I saw through his ploy. If we played for money it would invalidate any progress the girls made toward getting him to blow me. I said, "No" to the suggestion of money. And the girls agreed.
Witty Wanda told us about a game we never heard of, called Reverse Strip Poker. If you win a hand you have to take an item of clothing off. But when you lose a hand you have to put on an item from the pile in the middle. You could win by either being the first person to be dressed completely in another one's clothing or by completely retaining your own clothing. The winner would then get to make the others do a strip tease.
It was far more exciting than regular strip poker because while we still got to see snippets of bare flesh everytime everyone changed, it wasn't a boring trek in just one direction.
So yes, I got to see all the boobs, pussy, and ass that I wanted to see throughout the game. Plenty was left to the imagination too. But at the end three of us would be totally nude.
It didn't play out the way I thought it would. After every round there was a mad rush to grab your own clothing from the pile before someone else grabbed it. Think of the game Spoons but with bras and socks.
A short way into the game I was dressed in clothing from all three of the others: a mix of men's and women's clothing, which meant I was losing. Appraising the mix of clothing each of us wore I could see the writing on the wall.
That's when it dawned on me that there was more than one way to win. Instead of competing for my own clothes I could switch tactics and grab someone else's. I just needed to be completely dressed in one homogenous set. And logically going for the girls clothing was unexpected and would give me an edge.
My plan worked perfectly and I won. I claimed my prize demanding that Wanda, Stef, and Brad all strip for me, dancing to the sound of sexy music. They were all good sports, making it really suggestive as they removed their mixed-up clothing. And boy was it sexy! My lust seemed to drift into the air, permeating the room.
