The Wet Pussycat's main dance floor was filled with dancers giving each other full-body caresses in pairs and trios, with a few gropes and wet French kisses exchanged between groups as Charlaine dived in, having enjoyed her excellent sandwich and cocktail and revived from her string of tongue-induced big Os.
She began shimmying and shaking loose as another girl, a ponytailed platinum blonde half a head taller than her and willowy to boot, gave her a sultry look and began pressing her front to Charlaine's back.
She's soft,
was Charlaine's first impression as the blonde woman began tracing small circular patterns up her arms from wrist to shoulder.
"Hi, I'm Jade," the blonde said by way of introduction. Her svelte body was encased in a tiny black halter dress with a back that dipped so low it rode on her pert butt. "You smell divine. I couldn't resist your scent or your show at the bar."
"Call me Laine," Charlaine said with a smile as she turned her head to Jade. "You smell good, too." She ground her ass back into Jade's hips. "I just got here."
"My friends and I got a booth in one of the billiards rooms, would you care to join us for a game or two?" Jade's hands were skimming Charlaine's belly invitingly. "We're looking for a delicious new addition."
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Charlaine nodded and smiled and Jade took her hand to lead her off the dance floor to the room in question. In the center were three baize-topped billard tables set for eight-ball. Miss Redhead, a handsome, dusky Arab in a red t-shirt and cargo shorts with a crop of glossy black curls falling over his forehead, a man of Japanese ancestry with wiry, well-cut muscles under a tight white tee and khakis and another man, blond and built like Jean Claude Van Damme stood clustered at the end of the billiard table to Charlaine's right.
"The rules are simple," the Asian man said, laying several vibrators encased in leather harnesses and vibrating cock-rings on the table before him. "We all lock and load these toys, turn them on, and play pool. Our opponents get to control the remotes for our stuff and we get control of theirs. Come all you want, but don't stop playing."
"Let's mix it up some more," the blond man added, his face lit up with excitement. "Let's have our opponents gear us up with these, with all the unnecessary touching, just to heat things up."
"Done," the Arab said. "That sounds quite satisfactory to me."
"Asher, Ken, Tanner, Lily, I'd like you to meet Laine," Jade said, her naturally husky voice calling her friends' attention to her and to Charlaine, "she's here to play with us."
The four smiled at Charlaine and welcomed her to the group and they reiterated the rules of the game for her benefit. Waitstaff dressed in only bow ties, disembodied white cuffs and strips of black silk that merely decorated their bodies brought in platters heaped with finger-food and buckets of Belgian beer came and went, depositing the victuals and beverages on low tables along the padded and soundproofed walls of the room.
"We play to win," Asher, the Arab, said in perfectly British English. "The losers have to make the winners come at least twice without coming themselves and they will be fucked in the ass. On video. For the whole resort to watch. The video will be streamed live over this laptop and they will watch themselves over that flatscreen TV over there," he added, pointing to a television that practically took up one whole wall of the room.
They partnered off, Jade with Asher, Lily with Ken and Charlaine with Tanner. The men opened their flies and the women applied lubricant to their cocks and slid the cock rings down to the base of their dangly bits, rubbing and squeezing gently along the way. Once the cock-rings were nested and adjusted to the desired tightness, the women bent over tables so the men could insert the vibrators in them.
"Let the games begin, ooooh!" Charlaine said as she felt the vibrator (a 10-inch long monster of a purple Rabbit) come to life under Tanner's fingers.
Charlaine got even with a smooth twirl of the dial on the remote for the cock ring around Tanner's man-root and enjoyed seeing him blush and break out into a light sweat as his body went taut as a bowstring and his heavy, thick dick did a little vibrating jig. She took mercy upon the surfer-built blond and ratcheted the vibrations down to a lower pulse when he released a pleading moan and lifted his chin to the ceiling.
Tanner leaned over and broke with a bang as Charlaine revved the cock ring straight back up to mid-level intensity, his back arching as the cue ball went wild, hit the edge by the side pocket and ricocheted back to the triangle of balls on the table. None of the balls sank into the pockets, but they did line up nicely with the cue.
"Ah, my shot, I see, I choose stripes" Charlaine smiled naughtily at Tanner. "I think I'll go slow on this one." She swayed her hips a bit more than was necessary, wagging her round, tight butt at Tanner as she approached the table, set up her shot and drew the cue stick back. All the while, her pussy clenched around the Rabbit and her clit pulsed against its prong.
I can take this shot,
Charlaine told herself.
Hands and mind over soaked pussy and hard clit is all it takes.
