The apologetic text messages started while I was asleep and were probably what woke me. Eric got to work, confronted Rodney and, when he finally confessed everything he had said about Eric's little sister was bullshit, he was fired. Whether Eric could really fire him or not did not seem to matter, but I guess he could. Eric was sorry for how he had talked to me like, or for ever believing that, I would strip or be a slut that sucked cock all the time and did threesomes like that. He never apologized for thinking I might be a slut, just for talking to me like I was a slut "like that." I guess that was progress when you are dealing with someone that stupid.
Apparently he had agonized every day about his little sister stripping, and as too stupid to realize that I had no need nor desire to. Idiot. Also he apparently thought I would blow anyone with a penis and liked to have group sex. Moron. Notably he also did not apologize for putting a few tablespoons of man mucus in my mouth, or a few billion more of his baby making tadpoles in my womb.
But the more I thought about it, he had no need to. He didn't give me my privacy, and shouldn't have masturbated me with my vibe. Totally off base. But, he didn't suck himself off or open his legs to receive and milk his penis. I did that. That is at least partially on me. And insofar as what I had swallowed, in me. Whatever.
I was learning though that there was a thin line in my life between pissed and aroused.
I had been right about one thing. I had brushed my teeth and washed my mouth, but as soon as the peppermint died down, I tasted sperm again. It wasn't unpleasant though, I liked the after taste. What is more, I had washed and rinsed down there thoroughly, but still felt a dampness. I wasn't sure if it was his moisture or mine, but I was sure that I was almost as hot and bothered now as I was when I got home. A couple hours after I had been filled with penis and injected with sperms, I was desiring more. No, I needed more. I could have gone out to a club and picked up a stray guy. Our parents were gone for the weekend and I had the place to myself, but I had a perfectly good penis on the way home at midnight, and one that I knew was effective in giving me pleasure.
Also, it was attached to a guy who had spent the last couple years preoccupied with the notion of me taking my clothes off for strangers with money. That I could have some fun with if I wanted to torture his dumb ass, but I needed some clothing with more visual impact and less comfort. I dressed quickly and went to the mall. I really was worked up, and I did want to torture his ass.
By the time I arrived home and started to get ready it occurred to me that I had no idea how to strip and was a terrible dancer. Thankfully the internet was ready to help out by giving me a few pointers, and teaching me the existence of something called a lap dance. I had heard the term of course, but videos were helpful to illustrate. I did quick run through, was satisfied that Eric wouldn't notice that I dance for shit, and waited. A stolen glass of wine helped calm my nerves in the hour or two that I had to wait. Okay, several stolen glasses. I was tipsy when Eric's headlights alerted me he was home.
I had dimmed the lights in the family room and slid the coffee table away from the couches. I placed my old purse with my vibes and lube at the end of one of the couches with some towels on the floor. Eric came in and turned on the switch by the door illuminating the whole room, but I whispered from my hiding place on the stairs for him to turn it off and sit on the couch. It took him a minute, but eventually he obeyed. And picked the right couch. Good boy.
"So you and your degenerate friends think I should be a stripper" I whispered as I moved towards the light.
"No, Addy, I'm sorry I ever thought tha..." Eric started to reply until he saw my outfit.
"No you're not. I bet you were going to go to bed and whack it thinking of me up on stage getting all nasty and shit, day dreaming about me acting like a total whore for strangers while you stroke one off, that was your plan for tonight wasn't it? How many nights have you imagined that? Don't answer. Its disgusting. Maybe this will give you something to think of." I nearly panted back to him.
I was in the light enough to show off my attire now. I had gone with the naughty school girl look at the suggestion of the sales clerk at the lingerie shop. A small kilt skirt that barely covered my ass, a matching bra, with a tight black cardigan over it, thigh highs also in black with a matching garter belt that he could only see the straps of so far, and the most ridiculous stripper heels imaginable. I could barely stand on them, much less walk, and I had worn heels since I was fourteen. Underneath I had a little g string thong that came with the skirt and bra. It was black satin and currently damp and itching my butt hole. I usually didn't wear thongs simply because it is difficult to concentrate in class when your butt hole itches.
I would like to say my slow walk across the room to where Eric was seated was sensual, I hope it was anyway, but truthfully I couldn't walk any faster in those stupid shoes. But I was told that regular heels wouldn't work and I had no experience to base any disagreement with a sales person in an lingerie store upon. But I quickly noticed Eric wasn't looking at my feet either.
I stood in front of him and did the only dance move I had really learned while waiting, a slow figure eight with my hips while my feet were apart, shifting my weight from one side to the other as I raised my hands up and down my body and slowly turned for him to see. As I did so I unbuttoned the cardigan and let it fall first from my shoulders, then my arms, and as I finally turned to face Eric again, my body. He watched it fall, but his eyes darted back up to the tartan bra that my boobs were squeezed into.
I put a knee beside him on the couch and as we stared into each others eyes, well I stared at his eyes, he stared at my tits, I straddled him.
"Today you treated me like a slut. Then you found out I wasn't. But I found out, well, I kinda liked it. So now I'm in slut mode. Understand?" I whispered.
Now his eyes were face to face with my breasts and I could feel his hard cock struggling to be released from his pants. Hmmmm, well it worked before so why not continue? I began rubbing myself against him in that same figure eight motion, and leaned my chest right to his face.
"Yes" he finally replied.
"You liked my titties before, do you still want to suck them? You did such a good job I will let you again if you want, and you promise to fuck me like a good little slut. Do you think I am a good slut Eric?"
"I uh..."
"Don't strain yourself. Tell me, when you fantasize about me doing a threesome, is it two girls and a guy, or two guys and me?" I asked as I slid the bra straps from my shoulders and slipped my arms out of them. "See, I'm not into girls at all, so I'm thinking two guys, but if thats the case, why stop at just two? Maybe you and all your gamer idiots could just line up and fuck me, that would be fun wouldn't it? Would you like showing off your slut sister that way?"