Truth or Dare

He Makes Me Feel Like a New Woman

Chapter 12: Truth or Dare

"Please, please tell me this isn't about some boy you like," said the blonde.

"No! I mean... not exactly," replied the lavender-haired woman.

The blonde was slim, with toned arms and legs. Her hips and ass were soft and curvy. Her large teardrop-shaped breasts shook and jiggled as she talked excitedly with her friend. Her name was Fuckdoll.

The lavender-haired woman was tall and skinny. Her body had somewhat less muscle tone and fewer soft curves than her friend's. Her massive hard fake tits shook but didn't jiggle like the blonde's. Her name was Emily.

The women were naked except for their high heels. They were in a dressing room. They were having a tense conversation.

"It's about... it's about feeling safe. I feel like I'm safe in that place," Emily explained. "I've been scared that something will come along to change the way they see me."

"You think they wouldn't like me." Fuckdoll's tone was cold. "And they would have such a problem with me that they wouldn't like you anymore either."

"No!" Emily was begging. "It just feels like... like a house of cards. Like a gust of wind could make it fall apart under its own weight. I'm amazed it hasn't yet, and I'm scared to bring in any kind of change, bad or good."

Fuckdoll tried to keep her eyes hard, but softened in spite of herself. "And this boy you like..."

"His name is Mike. You met him."

"The one with the girlfriend?" Fuckdoll held her hand low to indicate the girlfriend's short stature.

Emily nodded.

Fuckdoll put a hand over her face.

"She's not his girlfriend anymore! Probably." Emily walked around her friend to stay in front of her as she turned. "And anyway, you should have seen it, Fuckdoll! He kissed me!"

"Emily." Fuckdoll grabbed her shoulders. "Any guy out there will kiss any part of you if you let him. Don't lie to yourself, and don't let a lie come between us."

"You don't understand!"

Fuckdoll shook her head slightly. "Maybe I don't. Just tell me, is this going to change things? With you and me?"

"No!"

"You want to prove it?"

"How?"

Fuckdoll nodded thoughtfully. "I have an idea."

*****

When Emily danced she focused on the music, the movements of her body, and the men watching her. She loved her job as a stripper, and she stayed in the moment. That's why she didn't notice the first of her co-workers leaving. Or the second.

At some point Emily became aware that the other dancers were gone, and the DJ, the bartender, and the bouncers were leaving, one-by-one. Vinnie, the club's manager, was last.

The PA crackled and Fuckdoll's distorted voice spoke through it. "Gentlemen, please give it up for Amethyst," she said, using Emily's stage name. The men applauded and there were some shouts and whistles.

"Amethyst is a Cancer. She enjoys romantic comedies, tiramisu, and gangbangs. In just a moment Amethyst will be joined on stage by a special friend, who's going to fuck her for your viewing pleasure."

There was a murmur and some confused laughter.

"Clap if you like what you see, but if you really want to make her feel special you shouldn't be shy about pulling your cock out."

A naked man hopped up on stage. He was muscular, with tattoos running from his chest down to one wrist. Emily stared at his hard cock swinging from side-to-side as he climbed on stage and approached her. When he got to her she grabbed him by the base of his cock, trying to shield it from view with her arm.

"It's okay. I had everyone leave. You're not going to get in trouble. Now why don't you show me you're still my girl," Fuckdoll said over the PA.

Emily got to her knees and started licking the man's cock. She ran her tongue stud up the bottom in long, slow strokes, starting at the base and moving to the tip. She softly moaned to let the man and the audience know that she enjoyed it.

The audience's reaction was mixed. Some of them grumbled in confusion. Some of them left. Most of them stared in amazement. A few put their hands in their laps, massaging erections through their pants.

Emily wrapped her lips around the cock. She started bobbing her head up and down, taking it halfway into her mouth. She cupped his balls gently and ran the fingers off her other hand over the man's hip.

The PA system crackled to life. "Does anybody here like deepthroat? Give a round of applause if you'd like to see this lovely little slut deepthroat a cock."

There was a scattering of hesitant applause.

"I don't think you heard me. Amethyst here would absolutely love to deepthroat this cock for your viewing pleasure, but she's only going to do that if you let her know you want to see it. Now make some noise to let her know you like deepthroat!"

This time there were cheers and shouts.

Emily smiled before she leaned all the way into the man's cock. She grabbed handfuls of his ass and held on while she swallowed repeatedly to keep herself from gagging. After a short while her back and shoulders began to heave, but she kept the cock all the way down. There was a roar of unprompted applause. Emily closed her eyes and savored the feeling.

She pushed her head all the way down onto the cock three more times, to shouts and cheers each time. She felt lightheaded from the attention and from choking herself with the head of this stranger's cock. When she finally pulled his cock from her mouth, thick ribbons of spit fell onto her body and onto the stage.

"Now that that cock is nice and slippery, I'd really like to see it between Amethyst's spectacular tits. Guys, if you've ever thought about tit-fucking this lovely lady, please let her know right now."

There was a raucous cry from the audience. They seemed to be warming up and were reacting more readily.

Emily inched forward on her knees and squeezed her tits together around the cock. The man started thrusting, and his saliva-lubricated cock slid easily.

He put a hand on Emily's head for leverage. She leaned her head down slightly and stuck out her tongue. He pushed higher, touching the tip of his cock to her tongue at the top of each stroke.

He pushed his cock back into her mouth. She swallowed it again. Emily reached down to unite the little bows on the sides of her bikini bottoms. They fell down, leaving her once again naked except for her high heels.

"I think this little slut is ready to get fucked! What do you say guys? Do you want to watch her get her pussy pounded?"

Emily stood up, light as a feather. She gyrated her body for the cheering crowd of men. She pinched a nipple and ran a hand down her stomach. She put her hand between her legs and squeezed it with her thighs. After she had soaked in enough applause she grabbed the stripper pole and leaned forward, sticking her ass out for the man who was on stage with her.

Emily looked coyly over her shoulder, lavender hair falling around her. She slowly swayed her ass from side to side until her male companion grabbed her by both hips. He moved his hips from side to side, trying to find her pussy with his cock. She bent her knees a little more, sinking down an inch lower, and she felt him slide into her.

Emily gasped loudly and pitched forward. The cock slipped out of her as her shoulder hit the stripper pole. Her companion advanced on her again and she reached one hand down between her legs to guide his hard cock back into her pussy.

She moaned as he fucked her. She dropped her head down and threw it back, her hair exploding and falling back around her.

Emily picked up one leg, turning her body towards the audience. Her companion put a hand under her thigh and lifted it slightly higher. She wanted everyone to see the cock sliding in and out of her. She wanted them to watch her tits bounce. She wanted them to see her face and know how much she loved getting fucked.

When he was about to cum Emily got down low on her knees. She grabbed the heels of her shoes behind her and stretched her body. The first shot of cum passed mostly over her, falling on the stage behind her, in her hair, and on her forehead. The second shot traced lower, finding her nose and her outstretched tongue with its lavender tongue stud. His cock pulsed a few more times, spraying her body.

There was a roar of applause. Emily scooped a glob of cum from her thigh with a finger and held it high above her head. When she put the finger in her mouth the shouts and applause rose to a fever pitch. Emily looked down to see several men with their cocks out, masturbating for her.

As if reading her mind, Fuckdoll called out over the PA, "alright, guys, that was quite a show! Now we've arrived at the audience participation portion of the evening. You see, one load of cum is never enough for a slut like Amethyst. She would love it if each and every one of you would get on stage and fuck her now!"

Most of the men were confused and slow to react, but two of them shot onto the stage like a bull at the gate. Their cocks were already out and Emily took one in each hand. She stroked their cocks and turned her head from side to side, sucking one and then the other.

Someone stood her up and she found herself bent over with a cock in her pussy and two more in her face. The cock in her pussy pulled out and sprayed cum all over her ass. Another slid into her.

She was holding onto the stripper pole again when she felt a cock in her pussy and a cock in her mouth cum at the same time. Another cock slid into her dripping pussy, and cum dribbled from her mouth as she cried out.

She felt a cock rubbing on her asshole, trying to push its way in. "No!" she called out as she looked back to see a man with a pale complexion and tight, clean lines cut into his hair and beard. Master had forgiven her for having anal sex before, but he had not given her permission to have it again. A lump grew in her throat as she looked back, unable to resist this man who was not stopping. She looked down in shame, wanting to hide her face.

"Okay sweetie, there are two rules for anal," she heard Fuckdoll say as the cock was pulled away from her asshole. She looked back to see her blonde friend holding the man's cock in one hand. In her other hand was a small bottle with googly eyes and a false mustache adhered to one side. She was squeezing lube onto his cock.

"Rule one is lube. You have to use lots and lots of lube."

Fuckdoll clicked the bottle shut and dropped it to the stage at her feet. She bent over and grabbed the pole with one hand, putting her face next to Emily's. Her other hand reached backwards to spread her own ass.

"Rule two is you have to find a girl who wants your cock in her ass." She was looking right into Emily's eyes as she said it. She looked back over her shoulder at the man. "Pretty please, will you stick your big, hard cock in my tight little asshole?"

Fuckdoll shuddered and rocked against the pole. Another man put his cock in Emily's pussy. The two women heaved side-by-side, each in her own rhythm. Emily looked at Fuckdoll with wet eyes, leaned her head in, and kissed her deep on her mouth.

The two kissed for a long time. They interrupted themselves occasionally with gasps and moans. From time to time one would yell for a second right into the other's mouth. They bit lips and pushed their noses together as they kissed while being fucked by a never-ending series of strangers.

*****

Emily and Fuckdoll lay on their backs, side-by-side on the slippery stage of the empty strip club. They were holding hands. Fuckdoll was humming softly to herself.

"So that was your big plan for revenge? Getting me gangbanged on stage? Oh no!" Emily raised her fingertips to her mouth in mock horror.

Fuckdoll rolled onto her side to look at Emily. "If you think I want you to suffer for me, then you don't know me at all."

Emily opened her mouth but found that she didn't have the words for everything she was feeling. She closed it again. She decided instead to tell Fuckdoll what she knew the blonde wanted to hear.

"You looked SO hot getting fucked in the ass."

"I know, right!" Fuckdoll dropped onto her back again. "It was good, too."

"How come it doesn't affect you like it affects me? Like, for you anal is just sex, and for me..." Emily trailed off.

"We're not the same, you know. Like, we're not copies or anything. Master says he doesn't really make us like this, he just rearranges things that were already there."

"That doesn't make sense." Emily's brow creased in thought. "Before, I had terrible social anxiety. I hated it when people paid attention to me. And I didn't even like sex. But now..."

"You love getting fucked for an audience, then getting gangbanged on stage? Yeah, I don't really get it either. When Master explains it, it feels like it makes sense." Fuckdoll shook her head slightly.

"How did you do it, anyway?"

"You mean how did I set this up? Well, Master didn't like it when he heard about how much I was getting in trouble, so now Vinnie lets me get away with anything I want. I had him kick everyone out and then leave."

"Huh. Now that you mention it, Vinnie was acting weird when Master was here."

"I guess Master thought it was easier to get Vinnie to let me misbehave than it would be to make me behave. Or maybe just more fun."

"Or maybe Master wants you to be happy."

Fuckdoll closed her eyes and smiled to herself at the thought.

"So, should we get out of here?" Emily asked.

"Well, there's one thing. Everyone is gone, so there's only you and me left to clean up."

"So much for not suffering." Emily and Fuckdoll giggled together on the floor. They waited there a long time before they finally got up to clean.