Last night, I called Karen, a friend of mine since the second grade. I'd been worried about her because last month she found out her husband had cheated on her. The week before I'd dragged her out to a club and she'd seemed depressed, almost unable to enjoy herself, so I asked her to go out clubbing again.
The night when we'd gone before we just ended up talking all night in a quiet corner of the club, but this time I told her we should go out and get some good looking guys to make her feel better. She was resistant at first, and kept saying she needed to stay at home with the kids, blah blah, but her oldest kid is a teenager, and so I told her to leave him in charge and get her ass over to my place. She finally agreed after over an hour of convincing.
When she arrived, she was wearing track pants and running shoes, and I almost screamed at her, but she had her sexy clothes in a shopping bag (she didn't want her kids to see her in 'hooker gear'--as she called it...). She had brought the shortest mini-skirt she owned and black nylons with four inch pumps. She didn't have a blouse that was revealing, so I lent her one of mine. Since she is a 36D and I'm only 35B (I'm very petite), just wearing my clothes made her burst out. To match her, I wore a tight one piece dress that stops just below the curves of my ass, and a pair of special panty hose that I've never worn out. It is crotchless and I only put it on when I'm at home and want to change into something sexy for a guy. But I figure tonight we wanted to be efficient, and so I wore that with a pair of skimpy panties over it so I could easily remove them. We had a couple of rum and cokes, with not much coke, and got into my car and went to a dance club.
Well, we'd barely dropped our car off to the valet when guys started hitting on us. We danced for a few hours, either in a foursome with guys or apart. Neither of us had to buy a drink all night, and finally, at about 1 in the morning, the two of us staggered into the ladies washroom for a conference. We haggled over which guys we'd take home, and finally decided on a pair of young friends who looked like college kids. They were both brown haired and tall, and sort of indistinguishable from each other--in fact I couldn't remember which one was Todd and which one was Kyle, but that made it more interesting. We also decided that instead of taking them home, we'd just walk a few blocks to a cheap hotel and get a room (neither of us could drive by then, and we didn't trust them to be able to either...).
When we got back out to the dance floor, it took us a few minutes to find the pair and to extricate them from the girls that they were dancing with. We told them our plans, and they jumped to it, even offering to pay for the rooms. Well, the four of us did a little group groping walking to the hotel, and by the time we checked in, under fake names, we had decided to get one room with a king sized bed. My friend Karen is a lot larger than I am, with full breasts and wide hips, and she's also a natural strawberry blond. In other words, we're kind of a contrast. She also hasn't had sex with anyone except her husband since they got married, which was right out of high school.
When we got into the room, it was really dumpy and smelled kind of musty, I'm convinced that the hotel is one of those ones that hookers take their johns to, but that made it even more exciting, and I got a crazy idea. Just as we started making out with them (I think I got Kyle, but I'm not sure), I said to everyone, "Look, we're not hookers, but just to make things a little sexier, if you pay us each $50, we'll let you do anything to us you want. And I mean anything. That way you won't be worried about asking for something or trying something and being rejected. What do you think?"
The two guys looked at each other and nodded, while Karen looked at me aghast. I whispered in her ear that this would help her relax--she wouldn't have to worry at all about what she was doing--just think of it as a transaction and that they had paid for it. She looked a little dubious, but since they had fished four twenty dollar bills out (plus a bunch of fives and ones) and were handing them to us, I figured it was a done deal.
I put the money in my purse, and asked them what they wanted. They consulted for a while in whispers, and then said they wanted us to give them blow jobs, and then after they had come on our faces and tits, they wanted us to lick their come off of each other. After that, they wanted to fuck each of us at the same time while the other masturbated and watched.
