Upon returning home, I had to find new accommodation and return to everyday life. Unfortunately, I decided to leave the military due to an injury and finding new employment was challenging. Over the next few months, I worked in security to protect essential visitors at music concerts and nightclubs. It was tedious work, paid well, and provided numerous opportunities to meet women. Unfortunately, not all opportunities to meet women went well. On one occasion, I was the team leader and called to remove a drunk girl from the toilets in a nightclub. At the time, no female staff were available, so we cleared the toilets and went to find the young lady. I found her in a stall, almost naked, with her short skirt and the top pulled down. It was like she was wearing a belt. Other girls had said she was gangbanging a group of guys in the toilet. When I approached her, she asked if I wanted my turn.
I pulled her to her feet, covered her the best I could and carried her out to find a taxi. But, unfortunately, being drunk, half-dressed, and she was unable to tell us where she lived, they would not take her. So I clocked off, bundled her into my car, and took her to my place. She was very drunk, so I stripped her and took the opportunity to admire her sexy body. I carried her into the warm shower and, with plenty of soap and shampoo, washed her all over. I admit I took my time holding her in my arms, washed and caressed her small firm breasts and the lips and crevices of her vagina. She made little noises and realised she was enjoying the experience. I dried her and laid her in my bed. I admired her one last time as she lay naked before pulling the covers over her. That night I slept on the couch.
The following day as I was making breakfast, she came out dressed in one of my shirts. She was short and of a delicate build, so my shirt looked like her robe. She sat down, we shared a coffee, and I explained what happened last night. She was a little embarrassed, and I told her I did not witness the gangbang, but she admitted it was her idea. She wished she had not drunk so much and found a more comfortable location. After breakfast, I gave her back the clean clothes I had washed and dried that night, apologising that I had not recovered her underwear.
She dressed and looked very sexy, and as she walked out of the bedroom lifted her skirt and flashed her naked pussy. I drove her home, and she said she hoped her parents would not be home.
Another night, I was providing security at a high-profile party when a young lady approached me and asked if I was interested in another job. She explained she ran party nights and thought about my height and build. I would make a great stripper. Making extra money was appealing, and I was comfortable removing my clothes. She organised a time and place for me to discuss the opportunity later.
Two weeks later, I visited an address. It was a dance studio that looked like a warehouse. Several girls and guys were learning to dance, and pole dancing appeared popular. The young lady met me and led me upstairs, where she sat down behind a desk. She asked a few questions, leaned back, and asked me to remove my clothes. I must have looked surprised when she asked if I was shy. I stood up and removed my shoes, t-shirt and long trousers. I never wear underwear, so I stood there naked.
She stood up and walked up to me as I stood there waiting for a comment, but she just walked up and ran her hands over my chest. Then, she slowly walked around me, her face close to mine. She was very sexy, and the effect was making me hard. Finally, she stood behind me and leaned around, clasping my semi-erect cock and saying this is a weapon. You will be very popular.
Standing behind me, she kept stroking me as I got harder, she leaned in close, and I could feel her breasts and the warmth of her skin on my back. Then, whispering, she wanted to know if I could shoot and if it was a big load. I ran my right hand behind me and could feel the top of her mound through her skirt, and I traced a path down as she pushed against me. Finally, my fingers were between her legs, and I pressed into her, looking for her clit, and the softness of her labia. I could feel my arousal grow and the building pressure. I knew I would be dribbling pre-cum. Finally, she looked down and said, "Oh my, horny are we, big boy", wiping my tip with her fingers, then taking her fingers and licking them with a sexy smile.
She then walked away, saying maybe another time, but she was impressed and could find me as many gigs as I wanted. She suggested I learn to move to music but promised once I was naked, the girls would not care anymore.
Over the following months, I performed at a few hen nights and birthday parties. It was a lot of fun, with many flirting women taking my number and promising to call. Then I received a call from a lady to perform a special request. She asked if we could meet for coffee and describe what she had in mind.
We met at a coffee shop, and I was seated waiting when a tall, long hair brunette approached me with a natural hourglass figure and shapely bottom and large firm breasts, and with terrific dark brown eyes and a beautiful appearance. We shared a coffee explaining our meeting at a hens night, where I gave her my number. From my manner and physical appearance, she guessed I was ex-defence and felt I would be able to help her.
As she introduced herself, Alice was a single mom with teenage children and a controlling boyfriend. She described him as trying to play the tough man, lousy in bed, and isolating her from family and friends. In addition, he would downplay any suggestions regarding experimenting in bed, making her feel disgusting and cheap. Finally, she shared that she wanted to organise her kidnapping with her boyfriend, and with him tied to a chair, she would be tied up gangbang by a group of guys. When I asked how many, she said five or six, and I want one to be about my son's age, around nineteen and an older guy like my dad, around sixty.
Finally, I asked if there was anything she didn't like, and she said she was not into anything illegal. So, of course, my first thought was kidnapping is unlawful. Over the next month, I talked to a few mates to determine who would be interested and finally found eight guys that thought it would be fun. So I contacted Alice and told her we were ready if she wanted to go through with it. She said she wanted to teach him a lesson.
Then one night, I was hanging out with some of the guys who worked as strippers, and I was talking to young Grace. Grace was around 5'2" with a petite athletic body, small breasts, and a shaved pussy. She was the most popular as she looked much younger. Grace also had a cruel streak, making me think. When I explained what we were going to do, her eyes lit up, and with a huge smile, she said she was in.
Alice organised for her and her boyfriend to go out for dinner at a restaurant, and we would grab them there. We hired two black vans and a swingers venue with a great location two carry out her plan. Grace and the guys would wear black balaclavas to help this look real. For the rest, we would play it by ear. We were all nervous about the plan, but Alice reassured me that this was what she wanted, and not to play nice, make it real.
The night arrived, and five guys travelled in one van, and Grace and I, with the other three guys, travelled in mine. We found her car and waited. Finally, around 11:30, they came out, and fortunately, no one was around. Two guys in the other car came up behind them as I approached from the front. One guy grabbed him, placed a hood over his head, and warned him not to make a sound. I held my hand over her mouth and told her to do the same. We were forceful and carried this out just as we had trained. It was over in a few minutes.
