A friend of mine asked me about my most memorable experience, so I thought I would put it down on paper. Well, the computer anyway. I hope you enjoy it, and feedback is always welcome.
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A few years ago, long before I met my husband and shortly after I turned 18, I went to work at the local renaissance festival. It wasn't much money and it was a long drive, but it was an experience that everyone should have. At the interview, I was told that with my figure (very curvy, very bosomy) that I'd probably be walking around in a tight corset for the run of the faire. No problem, it was only a weekend faire, so I shouldn't have a problem. I was hired as a kissing wench right away.
The time came to get fitted for my costume, and the masochist that put me in a corset made it so tight that my breasts were almost up to my neck. Not an easy task for natural DD's. But, enjoying the look, I didn't complain much. I was thrown into a full skirt and leather shoes and sent on my way with a tube of bright, whore's red lipstick. The point of my job was to walk around and flirt with men, and them paying me to give them big smackeroos on the cheek, chest, anything and everything above the waist. Then, after the kiss(es) the men would put money down my cleavage. The faire would take 10% of what I made, and I'd keep the rest. Not very PC, but who cares? It was "medieval times."
The first few days saw me trying to become more of a brazen flirt, trying to overcome my shyness and become a character. I made friends with a beautiful girl named Payne. She was the anti-me. My coloring is dark with pale skin and of average height, with curves. She was a tall, slender beautiful blond girl, with a golden coloring and bright, playful blue eyes. We quickly made friends and we decided to work the faire together. She was 21, and had been doing the wench gig for a few years and gave me a few pointers. I'd love to divulge what those were, but it's a wench's secret.
The first couple of weekends consisted of her & I wandering around the park, flirting heavily with the patrons, and basically picking & choosing the people who we thought would give us the most cash. Most were dressed in street clothes, but there were always the princes, knightsmen and wizards. Sometimes we'd have women come up to us and ask us to kiss their men so they could embarrass them, take pictures and whatnot. I had also found that I was slowly becoming attracted to Payne, which was quite strange for me at the time. I had never even thought of being with a woman before, and the idea was almost scary to me. But, being as shy as I was in person, I would have never told her about my feelings or made a pass at her. So, I would go through the day wondering what it would be like to kiss her and lay beside her. Sometimes she'd tell me about her ex boyfriend and talk about the wonderful things he used to do to her body and how good he was in bed. I found myself wishing that I could make her think that way about me as well.
After the faire shut it's doors for the night, then the real fun would begin. The fellas that the other wenches would keep with them throughout the day would stay after hours and basically tear up the joint. Thankfully, it was a huge outside venue and the trash people were quite friendly. Payne & I would stay late, watching the men that the ladies kept behind and rated them on looks, just wasting the time. Neither one of us wanted to go home because it was so fun to just be there. The wenches would take their men into a huge tent and basically do whatever they wanted. There was games, drinking, sex, singing -- basically what you would think of medieval times in the first place.
One night we decided to go into the tent and see what kind of trouble we could get into. Payne was more outspoken than I, and she was always the first to lead me places. The usual debauchery was going on as normal, and she dragged me over to a not-so-medieval game of truth or dare. There was about 4 women and handful of guys that worked the faire, telling secrets and kissing and such. Nothing had gone too far - yet. When Payne & I sat down, there was one of the "princesses" that waked the faire ground bumping and grinding to some music played by a radio snuck in by one of the vendors.
Everyone was having a great time watching the snobby girl doing their bidding. When she had finished her dance, everyone clapped and hooted and hollered and such. Since she had just completed a dare, she was the next to go. They went round the circle, with the dares getting more & more raunchy. Finally, one of the vendors (that I had an extreme crush on) asked me if I wanted a truth or dare, seeing that I was watching instead of playing. I tried to tell him that I wasn't interested and tried to shrug it off. He slid up next to me and said, "If you're here, you're going to play," and looked at me with intense black eyes. I managed to stutter out that I would take a dare and a wonderfully evil look appeared on his face. As the smile grew, he said "I want you to go down on Payne, right here, in front of all of us, and make her cum all over your face."
My jaw dropped to the floor, and I almost refused. Then, my mind had reminded me that over the past weeks that I had found myself attracted to her more & more. I figured it was my newfound hormones working into overtime and it was just my imagination. So, getting my courage up I looked over to Payne. She looked like someone had just spoken to her in a different language, her eyes squinted and her mouth was slightly open. "What?" she said, and I was worried that she'd run away screaming. She slowly came back to reality and looked at me. "If you don't want me to, I'll decline the dare." I said, hoping in my mind that she wouldn't. She slowly shook her head, saying that a dare was a dare and that I should take it. Surprised, I saw the gleam of naughtiness come back into her eye, the gleam that was there when she found an attractive man to kiss. So, I looked at the rest of the group, and all of them had a hungry look in their eyes and I figured that I'd put on a great show.
