The Brothel

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THE BAR

“Come on, Gwen, it’ll be fun.”

“It’s Wednesday.”  I have a test to study for tomorrow and a presentation on Friday to prepare for.

“And we don’t have class until one tomorrow.  It’s a slow night.  That’s why they make it such a big deal.  Ladies night.  The first two drinks are on the house.  Last week there were guys all over the place and they couldn’t wait to buy us drinks either.  Heather and Lisa are going too.  It’ll be fun.  Come on… please.”  You’d think guys were the only important thing in the world.  Gwen sighed more in resignation and Gina smiled in satisfaction.  “Heather is calling for a cab to meet us down front of the dorm at eight.  I’ll come get you a couple minutes before.  Don’t forget your sister’s ID.”

Nora’s ID was in Gwen’s graduation card along with a note.  “Put it to good use.”  Even though there was four years difference in their ages and Nora had two kids, they could pass for twins.  Gwen had never been challenged. 

At 7:50 Gwen surveyed the results of her efforts in the full-length mirror on the door.  Tonight she wore makeup, but it was rare for her, and it failed to hide her natural beauty and vitality.  She had her father’s dark hair, skin and eyes, and tanned without even trying.  The other three girls, she was sure, would be far less modest, but the mini skirt she had borrowed from Gina was more revealing than she was used to wearing.  She had her hair pulled up in a playful bun and earrings, Gina’s again, that dangled almost to her shoulders.  She wore a spaghetti strap tank covered by a sheer blouse and her long legs were perfectly set off by the skirt.  She was glad her mother couldn’t see her now.  Not that her mother would have expected anything more from her anyway.

Her mother.  Her mother was a throw back from another era.  She didn’t even work.  Prim and proper.  Never wore jeans.  Never went out without makeup and her hair done.  PTA, church, social clubs, hospital volunteer.  The house and yard were clean and well kept.  The meals were fixed on time.  Proper etiquette was observed.   She maintained the perfect façade.  It wasn’t until Gwen was thirteen though, that she realized there was something missing.  That was when her sister, then seventeen, got pregnant and was kicked out of the house.  Then she realized how little interaction she had with her father or her mother and how much she relied on Nora. 

Nora’s boyfriend was twenty-six and she moved in with him.  Gwen visited after school, before Nora went to her waitressing job, but as much as Gwen needed Nora, she was uncomfortable around Kevin.  He couldn’t keep his hands off Nora even while Gwen was around.  She wondered if she was becoming her mother.  She wondered if her mother even allowed her father to touch her when no one was looking.

Kevin left when the baby was two months old.  Gwen helped Nora out babysitting while she worked, but when Nora started staying out all night with different guys Gwen told her she would have to find another babysitter.  Nora was pregnant again just before her nineteenth birthday.  She drank as a younger teenager, but now she was drinking fairly heavily and though she didn’t do drugs in front of Gwen, she knew Nora was involved with them too.  Nora didn’t want to become their mother.  Gwen knew she wanted more in a relationship than her parents had, but she also didn’t want to become like Nora.  Still Nora had been there for Gwen when she needed her.

And Gwen had definitely needed her.  Even now it was a rare day that she didn’t think of Brian.

Gwen opened the door at Gina’s knock, grabbed her purse and locked her room.  “The make-up looks good!  You ready for some fun!”

Gwen smiled, “I am!”  Once she had decided to go, she hit the books in earnest so that she wouldn’t feel quite so guilty about partying on a weeknight.  Now she could let herself have a reward for all her hard work, knowing that she was prepared for the next day.

They joined Heather and Lisa in the cab.  She didn’t know Heather well, but Gwen liked Lisa.  She had a great sense of humor and an honesty about herself that was refreshing.  She was her own person and if people liked her for who she was, fine.  If not, she wouldn’t change to suit them.  Gwen admired that trait because she frequently found herself giving in to others in order to feel accepted by them.  Like tonight.  She had only given in because of Gina’s persistence.  By the time they got to the club she was feeling considerably more light-hearted. 

The second look the bouncer gave her when she showed him her sister’s ID was a full body appraisal.  He smiled approvingly and she smiled back.  Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.  They chose a high table and settled themselves on the stools.  A waiter came to take their drink order.

“That’s two bahama mama’s, a coke and rum, and a daiquiri.”  Gwen got the same appraising look from the waiter.  “Mmmm-mmm!  We are going to be cooking tonight!”  Lisa laughed as he walked away.

They barely finished their drinks and ordered seconds when Lisa and Gwen were asked to dance. 

Gwen’s partner said his name was Mike.  Blonde and cute, but he tried to put his hands all over her.  She parried his advances glad it was a fast dance.

The waiter nodded to a tall Italian standing in the corner as he carried his tray with the order on the counter.  The Italian followed him casually to the bar and leaned against it.  “The rum and coke.  Did you see her dancing with Mike?” 

“I already had her picked out.”

“She needs a little loosening up, but she’s got some moves on the dance floor.  I would love to see that one in the contest.” 

The waiter pretended not to notice as the Italian added powder to the rum and coke.  The Italian pulled up a stool to the girls’ table just before the waiter delivered their second round.  He was strikingly handsome.  “Do you mind if I join you?”

Heather was ready to roll, “Do you like to dance?”

“I love to dance.  Would you like to join me?”

“Sure!”

Gwen and Gina watched them on the floor.  He was graceful and a masterful leader.  He placed his hand on Heather’s hip and gradually it moved lower as she responded.  They ended the dance close together smiling, eye to eye.  He took her hand and led her back to the table.

“And are there any other takers?”

Gina jumped up and turned around smiling as he took her hand and led her to the floor.  Gwen was having more fun than she thought she would.  She turned around in surprise as someone else asked her to dance.  She was on the floor before she realized it and moving to the music. 

When the music ended the Italian was behind her.  He touched her lightly on the small of her back and she turned.  He was smiling down at her.  “Would you care to dance?”  She nodded.  “My name is Dominique, by the way.  Dom.”

“I’m Gwen.”

“You are a very beautiful woman Gwen.  You aren’t Italian are you?”

She laughed, “I’m from the Nebraska cornfields.  Little Caesars is about as Italian as we get.”

“Nebraska.  So what brings you to the big city?”

“Running away.  Or running to.  I wanted adventure.  I wanted to be in a place where everyone doesn’t know my business.  I’m a student at Hudson.  Are you from New York?”

“Born and raised.  I know every nook and cranny.  Even some places that natives don’t know exist.”

“Are you a student too?”

“No.  I work.”

“Doing what?”

He gestured nonchalantly indicating the room.  “I work here and in other places.  I contract for certain goods and services for my clients.”

“It sounds vague and mysterious.”

“It is mysterious.  And adventurous.  It is very rarely boring.”

Gwen was beginning to think there was more rum than coke in the rum and coke.  Her head was buzzing, but it was a pleasant sensation.  The song was slow.  Dominique was holding her close and she didn’t even mind that his hand was straying lower and lower.  He leaned down and kissed her and she kissed him back. 

Dominique returned her to the table and took Lisa on the floor.  He said he liked to make sure everyone got a chance to dance.  Gwen and Gina worked on their second drink.

“What do you think of him?”

Gwen smiled.  “He’s a flirt… and nothing but trouble, but he’s smooth and the best looking guy here.”

“I saw you kissing him.”

“Just flirting back.  He’s gorgeous.”

“Would you go home with him?”

Gwen smiled, “No!”  But she wasn’t so sure.  She wasn’t into hooking up, but it had been a long time.  She had only dated one guy since she had been at Hudson, but once they slept together he didn’t want anything more to do with her.  It was apparent that he viewed her only as a conquest and all the old pain had resurfaced with a vengeance.  Since then she had sworn off men.  She talked to them, smiled at them, but she wouldn’t place herself in a position to be hurt.  And she wouldn’t have sex casually.  She loved it if the feelings were right, but she didn’t need it that badly. 

She had finished most of her drink when he came and asked her to dance again.  The music was fast and she let herself go, moving with the rhythm.  Dominique smiled at her and took her hand.  She followed his lead easily.  Near the end of the song he let go of her hand and then just stood still admiring her moves.  She came to him as the song ended and leaned into him as he put his arm around the small of her back.  She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so happy.

“So what did you do for fun in Nebraska?”

“The usual.  Slop the pigs, milk the cows.”

“You lived on a farm then?”

“For a little over a year I did.”

“It doesn’t sound very exciting.”

“We had a pond we could swim in.”

“A pond.”

“A pond… and a lot of privacy.  Stars in a huge sky that wasn’t washed out by city lights.  Frogs croaking.  Crickets chirping.  Imagination.”

“Did you have a boyfriend there?”  Gwen looked at him and he saw her mood shift and the pain that flashed in her eyes before she could mask it.  He put his other arm around her waist and looked into her eyes as a slow song started.  “Shhh, don’t say anything.”  He kissed her on the forehead and pulled her against his chest.  He held her close swaying with the music.  She slipped one arm around his waist and curled the other against his chest and sank into him.  It frustrated her that those emotions were still so close to the surface, yet she was strangely comforted by his perceptiveness.  She closed her eyes and listened to the beat of his heart and felt his warmth.  When the song was over she looked up at him and he cradled her chin in his hand and kissed her gently on the mouth.  She responded slipping her arms around his neck and pressing against him.  They were still kissing as the next song began with a raging percussive beat.  She smiled at him and he gestured at the floor.  Gwen really cut loose this time.  She couldn’t believe how happy she felt.

When the song was over the DJ got on the mike, “Did everybody like that?”

The crowd screamed.

“Is this a party, or what?”

The crowd screamed again.  Gwen had turned to watch the DJ and Dominique cradled her to him as she leaned back against him.

“Who’s ready for the wet t-shirt contest?”

The crowd screamed with male voices continuing to chant.

“I can’t hear you!  Who’s ready for the wet t-shirt contest?”

Gwen almost wanted to cover her ears the crowd was so loud.

“Well, we have six girls signed up.  Is that enough?  Come on up here girls!”

Gwen watched as girls began walking up onto the stage.  Guys were clapping and whooping.  Dominique began leading her over to the table.  Gina was already there with Mike.

“I say, is that enough, or do we have any more nominations from the floor?”

Mike yelled, pointing to all four of them, “Right here!  Right here!”  The crowd went wild encouraging them.  The DJ spoke into the mike.  “We have four lovely ladies nominated at the table over there.  What does everyone think?  That would make it an even ten.”  The noise was deafening.  “Come on, ladies, don’t forget, the winner gets $500!”

Gwen spun into Dominique’s arms as the other three consulted with each other.  They were all in agreement.  She looked up at him and he smiled down at her.  “I think you should!  I know, for one, I would love to see you in a wet t-shirt.  It sounds like everyone else would too.  It would be fun!”  He kissed her again and her body responded almost instinctively.  He felt her need and ran his fingers up the side of her ribcage.  She picked up her drink and downed it before kissing him again.

Gina was pulling on her arm, “Come on Gwen!  Live a little!  What can it hurt?  It’ll be fun!”  Gwen allowed herself to be pulled along. 

The ten girls were led into another room where they were given waivers to sign, ‘just routine acknowledgement that you are doing this of your own choice and not being forced into it by anyone else’ and a bio to fill out.  Then they were each given a t-shirt and a temporary tattoo number and left in the room to change.  Gwen couldn’t believe she was smiling.  The t-shirt ended an inch above her belly button but it wasn’t too revealing dry.  It was almost like starched gauze.  It couldn’t be too bad wet.  She couldn’t believe how good she was feeling.  It was just like it used to be.  The others were laughing and egging each other on as they dipped their tattoos in a bowl of water and then put them on their arms.  Two of the girls were kissing each other.  Another was fondling herself so her nipples would stand out.  Gina elbowed her, “What do you think?  Are you ready for this?” 

Lisa laughed, “Ready or not, here we go!  I am so hot!  I can’t believe we are doing this!  You remember last week?”

Gwen was surprised, “They did this last week too?”

“Every Wednesday!  That’s why there’s so many guys!  We just watched last week, but Heather and I wanted to do it this week.  We were hoping you would too, but we were afraid you wouldn’t come if we told you.  Whoever wants to be a judge puts a $20 bill in the pot with their name on it and then they draw ten names.  They go in order of the draw and pick which girl they want to wet down.”

Some of the girls squealed as the DJ stuck his head through the door.  “Everybody ready?”  Some of the girls yelled that they were.  “Come on then.  Line up shoulder to shoulder and remember to keep your hands behind your thighs.  They’re ready for you!  Make sure you stand up straight and show them what you’ve got!”

Gwen’s heart was pounding as she followed the others up the two steps onto the stage next to the DJ.  She was standing between Heather and Gina.  The crowd was yelling and clapping as they came out and lined up.

The DJ picked up an ice bucket from the console.  “All right!  And the first judge is… Dominique Vituro.  Come show us who you think is the most lovely lady!”

Gwen didn’t think her heart could pound any harder until he walked directly up to her and stood looking down on her smiling.  “You were my pick from the moment you walked in.”  He put his hand on her waist as she looked up at him.

“Does this mean I have to be first?  Before all the others?”

He nodded.  “Are you brave enough?  You are the most beautiful, I’m pretty sure… I will check first just to be certain.  I won’t let them see you until you are ready… Would you like a kiss for luck?”

She nodded and reached her arms around his neck bending into him.  She hardly heard the crowd and the catcalls.  He took his time with her and then took her hand and backed away.  They watched each other as he reached back blindly and was handed a pitcher.

“Are you ready?”  She nodded and held her chin up as he poured the water across her shoulders and breasts.  It was cool and she knew what it would do to her.  Someone took the pitcher from Dominique and he broke her gaze to look down at her breasts.  He breathed in deeply and his eyes rolled slightly as he sighed.  Then she felt his thumbs on her nipples.  “Look at them, Gwen… Look how beautiful they are!”  She looked down to find that the material of the t-shirt when wet stretched and clung to every tiny contour and was almost clear.  She found herself perfectly revealed, as though she had no blouse on at all.  She gasped and watched Dominique’s thumbs work little circles on her nipples and then looked up at him again.  “They are beautiful, aren’t they?”  She half closed her eyes from the feel of his thumbs.  Her heart was pounding like a drum.  It had been so long since she had felt like this.  “Are you ready now?”  She nodded in a daze and he took her hand and led her in front of the others to a spot center stage.  The crowd was screaming and it was all for her.  She leaned back in his arms and he cradled her as he had done on the dance floor only this time he bent down and began to nibble on her neck.  She tilted her head to allow him better access and felt his fingers entwine with hers behind her back.  She nodded slightly as he whispered into her ear, “Are you feeling good?”  She felt his breath tickle her ear.  There were layers of sound outside the feelings.  His voice was the most prominent even though the others were louder.  She could barely hear the screaming and cheering on the periphery.  “This is your chance to win them over… you are out here all by yourself… I know you’re feeling hot.  Work the crowd…. ”  She opened her eyes and the other voices came in along with an overwhelming need.  She felt Dominique’s fingers squeeze her hands as her body writhed.  She made eye contact with whoever would look at her and smiled.  “Make as many of them as you can feel like it is just you and them in the room.”  The DJ waited for the crowd to calm down before drawing another name and all that time she was alone in front of them.

When all ten contestants were lined up Gwen was separated from her friends.  She could see that Gina felt as giddy as she did.  All the judges did the same as Dominique and were holding the girls’ hands behind them.

The DJ spoke again, “Now we pick the five lucky judges for the kissing contest.  Who’s it going to be?”  The DJ pulled five more bills out of the ice bucket and five more guys stood in front of alternating girls.  “Twenty seconds each, boys.  Hands have to stay above the waist… Lips too.  Sorry about that.  When you’re done, you’ll each pick your two favorites.  The top seven stay.

Gwen watched as the first of her judges approached her.  She thought Dominique would drop her hands, but he kept them clasped in his and she allowed it.  She smiled in anticipation as the judge approached her.  He was probably a college student - most of them were - in his early twenties and hungry.  She responded more than she expected as he began to fondle her and French kiss.  She moaned and leaned into him, spreading her legs as his thigh came between.  She vaguely heard a buzzer sound, but the guy had to pull away from her.  She sagged back into Dominique feeling his lips and tongue behind her ear.  She couldn’t stop writhing and tried to turn to kiss him, but he tightened his grasp.  “Don’t forget.  You want to win.  Look at yourself and then show them how badly you want them.”  She nodded and, need burning, turned to make eye contact with the onlookers.  She saw that they were reaching out toward her and moved to tease them.  She watched the couple next to her while she waited.  It was Mike and she couldn’t believe that she had objected to his advances when he danced with her earlier.  She sighed in relief as the buzzer sounded and Mike approached her with a grin.  Dominique was still holding her hands and Mike was staring at her.

“I think you definitely picked a winner tonight, Dom.”

Gwen begged, “Please!”  He placed his thumbs on her nipples as Dominique had and she writhed with pleasure under his touch.  Dom and Mike moved her in front of the line and turned her sideways so the crowd could see.  Both pressed into her, Mike fondling her and then kissing her breasts, Dominique moved his hips to her fingers and she tried to fondle him, but he held himself just out of her grasp so that the crowd could see that she wanted him as she craned toward Mike to kiss him.  When the buzzer sounded again Dominique released her hands and she hugged Mike to her French kissing him, desperate for relief.  He shook his head as he reluctantly pulled away from her. 

Gwen turned to Dominique and this time he let her slip her arms around him, kissing him.  She felt his hand raise the back of her miniskirt and hold it to the small of her back.  She heard hooting and shouting as she worked her hips in hopeless circles.  All she had on was a thong.

While she was kissing the fourth guy she felt Dominique slip his fingers under her skirt and under the thong at the back of her waist.  A moment later she felt it snap and then snap again as he cut it off her.  She backed against him again as the buzzer sounded.  The crowd cheered loudly as he held up his trophy.  He slipped his arm around her waist and spread his thumb and fingers wide to stroke both of her nipples.  His thigh came between her legs and she straddled it rubbing.

“You seem to have lost something.”

“I see that.  What are you planning on doing with it?”

He paused thinking, “I don’t know.  I guess it depends on how playful you are.”

“I am feeling so very playful.”

“I can see that, and so can they.”  He indicated the crowd with his chin and she smiled.  “In that case, then, while you are kissing the next judge, if you are brave enough, cross your wrists behind you.”

Gwen did as she was asked and felt the passion surge through her as she surrendered to both the judge and Dominique as he tied her hands firmly behind her back with the thong.  The last judge kissed her well past the buzzer and she wished he would never stop.  Finally Dominique pulled her gently away and she backed into him as she reluctantly watched the kissing judge move on to the girl next to her.  She felt another surge of passion as she looked down first at her breasts and then the rest of her revealed as Dom raised the front of her skirt to the crowd.  Again his thigh worked between her legs and she had no desire to stop him as he reached a finger into her cunt.  The crowd and Gwen were going wild.

Dom stopped only when the buzzer sounded again.  This time he allowed her to fondle him as she backed to him and he was hard as a rock.  Sensual music started as the kissing judges approached the DJ with their votes.  Dom’s hips swayed to the music as she played with him.  He put his palms on her waist and stroked her nipples again with his thumbs.  Fortunately Gwen didn’t want to stop him because she tested the thong and she was bound fast.  She groaned helplessly with desire.

She was the last of the seven remaining contestants named and the crowd was going wild cheering for her.  As each of them stepped forward a flash went off as a digital shot was taken of each remaining contestant.  Heather was one of the three who were led away to change.  The music continued for a few moments as a small area was cordoned off in front of the stage.  Reluctantly the crowd moved back, but they were jostling for the front positions.  The music cut out as the DJ spoke, “The next portion of the competition is the free dance.  Ladies take a look at the screen behind me.  Everyone turned to look as a large picture of Gwen was flashed on the screen.  She grinned self-consciously as the crowd erupted.  “When the music starts all of you are to dance on the stage.  When your picture is on the screen I’ll call out your name.  You may then move down into the roped off area to be ‘closer’ to the audience.  When someone else’s picture comes up you can return to the stage.  Everyone ready?”  The crowd erupted.  “I can’t hear you!  I say, everyone ready?”  The crowd went wild and the music started.  The judges moved off the stage to give the girls room to dance.  Gwen danced her way to Gina.

“Gwen!  Your hands are tied!  Are you okay?”

“I am more than okay!  I’m so glad you dragged me up here!”

“When he first brought you up to the front I thought you might chicken out.”

“He’s so hot.”

They turned to look at the screen as the DJ spoke, “Number 3 is a student at Hudson.  Lisa!  Come down, if you dare!”

Gina screamed, “Go Lisa!”  They paused to watch as Lisa went off stage.

“So I guess you’d go home with him then?”

“I’d go anywhere with him!  I’d do anything he asked!”

Gwen watched as the guys at the edge of the ropes were reaching for Lisa.  She turned and looked at the picture of Lisa on the screen.  When the next girl was called Lisa came and joined them on the stage.  She was flushed with passion.

“Gwen!  What was going on with you?  I could hear the yelling, but I couldn’t see anything!”

“Dom cut my thong off and raised my skirt!”

Lisa looked at her in question.

“I wanted to come right there in front of everyone!”

“Gwen!  I never would have believed it of you.  We were afraid you would think we were too wild.  We never thought you would get into this.”

The DJ called another girl down.

“If you’re interested, Gwen, the girl who won last week was doing some girl-on-girl stuff.  I’m up for it if you are.”

At first Gwen was shocked and Lisa noticed.

“Only for this, Gwen, I’m not a queer.  It would give one of us a better chance of winning.”

The more Gwen thought about it, the hotter she got.

“After they call my name.”

“You sure you’re up for it?”

“Yeah!  What could I do to stop you anyway, with my hands tied?”

Again the DJ spoke, “Number 6!  Another student from Hudson!  Give it up!  Give it ALL up for Gwen!” 

Gwen smiled as she went down the stairs.  She knew how to move to please them.  At first she stayed just out of reach tantalizing them.  They were screaming and reaching for her.  The music changed suddenly to a fast Latin number and she turned to find Dom behind her.  She didn’t even know where he came from.  She smiled and played off him.  She could allow him to touch her without fear of being dragged into the crowd.  They danced facing each other and she felt that familiar jolt as he flicked at her breasts.  The crowd was deafening as he flipped the front of her skirt up repeatedly and then pulled her to him and pulled up the back of her skirt as she rolled her hips.  They stopped and looked into one another’s eyes for a moment and then Dom put his hands behind his back and kissed her.

“Would you like me to guard you while you let them touch you?”  She kissed him again in response and smiled.  He made the familiar gesture with his hand and she moved to the edge of the crowd.  She continued dancing within reach and watched the hands as they touched her body and pulled up her skirt.  Some offered her drinks and one she drank with help while hands passed longingly over her and in between her legs.  Some pulled her to them and she responded knowing that if it got out of hand, Dom would step in.  For the second time that night she was so close to the edge that she thought she wouldn’t be able to stop herself.  Fortunately, or not, another picture was flashed on the screen and she reluctantly returned to the stage.  Lisa was waiting when she got there.

“You ready?”

Gwen nodded smiling and Lisa pulled her close and they frenched.  Gwen couldn’t believe the rise it provoked in both her and the audience.  And then Lisa began fondling her and she thought her legs would collapse with desire.

“Can you suck on me?”

Gwen nodded hoping that Lisa wasn’t too concerned by the fire in her eyes.  As she bent to Lisa’s breasts Lisa pulled up on Gwen’s skirt and again she flashed the crowd.  She didn’t care.  She didn’t care at all.  Her need was far too strong by then.  She felt Lisa’s hands on her behind.  Lisa was beautiful.  She didn’t even hear when Gina got called down to the floor.  The next thing she knew Dom was gently pulling her away from Lisa and they were lining up at the front of the stage again.  She grinned at Lisa and saw that she was panting too. 

She was staring at Lisa’s breasts when she realized Dom was whispering in her ear again.  “I’m going to cut your hands free.  You’ll need them for the next part of the competition.  There will only be four of you after this round.”

“What if I don’t make it?”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that.  You and your friend will easily make the next cut.”

“Can you leave them tied until just before?  I don’t need them now, do I?”

“All right then, if you like.”

“Can you pull my skirt up again?  Just for me?”  She was twisting to look at him and he leaned down and gave her a lingering kiss.

“Once now, and then again when the time is right.”

Again her legs almost collapsed with the rush of feeling as she watched him pull up the front of her skirt.  She tried to make eye contact with the crowd, but they weren’t looking at her eyes.  She reached back and began to stroke Dom’s cock.  He grasped both her thighs and pulled them apart as he pressed himself against her from behind.  If he just didn’t have his pants on.  He quit as the DJ chided him, “Dom.  You know the rules.”  He lowered her skirt reluctantly and then smoothed it down several times, still working his fingers through the material.  “Dom, hands above the waist.”  He nodded reluctantly and then put his palms on her stomach again and began stroking her nipples with his thumbs.

The DJ turned to the crowd.  “All right now.  It’s time for another cut.  This time you all are the judges.  I have right here technology to measure the volume of your appreciation.  When the contestant’s picture comes up on the big screen you can clap, scream, yell or otherwise show your approval.  The four girls with the loudest responses will continue on.”

Gwen was afraid that she wouldn’t make it when she heard the responses for the other girls.  Dom had positioned her in the middle of the stage and the DJ was on their right.  Just before her picture appeared on the screen she felt his left hand slip under her skirt and reach between her legs.  When her picture appeared he held her skirt up again and she couldn’t help but move.  That was all it took.  She knew she had the loudest response of all.  This time the DJ just smiled pretending to study the noise meter.  Dom took his time and the crowd never died down until he lowered her skirt again.

Lisa and Gwen remained along with one of the lesbians and the girl who had been fondling herself in the dressing room.  Gina waved and gave them a thumbs up as she was escorted with the others to get dressed.  Gwen caught a glimpse of Heather in the back of the room as Dom cut the thong off her wrists.  She turned to him and jumped on him straddling his waist.  He frenched her and fondled her crotch as he raised her skirt again.

“Take off your pants.  I want you to take off your pants.”

“Oh, no.  I don’t think so.”

“Please.  Why not?”

“I don’t want to do anything that would take the attention away from you.  I want you to win.”                

“Then take my clothes off!”

“Now?  In front of everyone?”

Gwen nodded.  She was still straddling him.

“We can later if you want.”

“Here?”

“Wherever you like, when you win.”

“Do you think I will?”

“I know you will.  You are the sexiest one here.”

“And I can take my clothes off then?”

“We can ask the crowd.  I’m sure no one will object.”

“Then I hope I win.”  She kissed him again and slipped to the floor as the DJ drew five more names for judges in the next round.  Gwen looked back at Dom.  “What do we do in the next round?”

“I think you’ll like it.”

“You know I will.”

“You get to suck on their cocks.”

Gwen grinned mischievously.  “All of them?”

Dom smiled in return.  “Yes.”

“Until they come?”

“It is timed.  If they come, they come.”

“I hope they’re hot.”

“They will be blindfolded.”

“I wish it was you.”

“Later… if you’re still up to it.”

“I want you more than anything.”

“Me too.”

Gwen turned and saw that two of the waiters were holding a long tablecloth across the stage.  The judges were putting on blindfolds and taking off their pants and lining up behind the tablecloth.  She turned to look at the DJ as he explained, “Girls.  You have five minutes to do whatever you like to get the judges riled up before the competition begins.  When the buzzer sounds, go to your knees on one of the ex’s marked on the floor and get to work.  You just stay where you are and the next judge will come to you.  We have tongue depressors with your names on them.  Give them to the judge when the ending buzzer sounds.  They will put them in order of preference.  Judges ready?”

They nodded.  Gwen stood on the second ex after the DJ gave her her tongue depressors.  The second and fourth and fifth came while she was working on them.  The fourth was screaming as she hugged his thighs close.  After they counted up the votes she and Lisa were the only ones left.  Gwen kissed her and fondled Lisa’s breasts for the crowd.

Dom and Lisa’s first judge came back up with them as the stage cleared.

Dom leaned into her ear, “This is it.  The last round.”

“What do we do now?”

“This round is a lap dance.  Have you done it before?”  He began to unbutton his shirt to the waist.  Lisa’s judge, John, Mike and I will be the judges.  Start with Mike and then John, then come to me.”

Gwen nodded.  “What can I do?”

“Anything you like.  Mike likes breasts.  I don’t know about John.  Ask him.”

“And what pleases you?”

“You please me.  Surprise me.”

Three chairs were set up on the stage facing each other about five feet apart.  Dom sat in the chair to the front of the stage with his back to the crowd.  The chair was slightly off center and he had turned it slightly so they could see the girls play.  The other two chairs were facing the audience at an angle and pulled far enough to either side that Dom’s chair wouldn’t block the view.  He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms as the music started so that he wouldn’t be a distraction.  Gwen had already gone over to Mike to begin working on him.  She straddled his legs and sat down with her arms around his neck loosely.  He smiled and shook his head in disbelief as he looked at her breasts.  She straightened to give him a better view.

“This isn’t the same girl I first asked to dance tonight.”

“Which do you like better?”

“Definitely this one.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.  I can’t believe how much fun it is.”

“There aren’t very many who are as adventurous as you.  You wouldn’t consider going home with me tonight, would you?”

“Dom should get first chance, but if he wants to do a threesome or isn’t interested, I will definitely take you up on it.  I would do anything you asked right now.”

“Anything?”

Gwen smiled.

“Take your clothes off.”

“Dom says I can if I win.”

“You want to here, on stage?”

“Unless there’s a better place.”

Mike pointed above them and she notice that a large mirror that had been shrouded before was now revealed.  It was pointed so that the people in the back of the audience could see what was going on below.  “This is the best place.”  Gwen frenched him and then straightened so he could caress her breasts as the music began.  She stood and put her hands on his shoulders and bent toward him.  She felt his hand slip between her thighs and his thumb working her cunt.  She closed her eyes in pleasure and kissed him again, then swinging her hips back and forth sat down slowly and lifted her arms and crossed them behind her head and stretched, offering her breasts to him.  She bent back as he put his hands on her back and leaned toward her to suck on them.  She felt as he ran his hands under the t-shirt and sighed helplessly.  When she sat up again he brought his hands around front and fondled while she stood partially and pumped up and down.  She slipped her hands inside his shirt and began doing the same to him.  Abruptly she stood up and he looked at her in a daze as she walked behind him.  He leaned back with his eyes closed as she began to nibble on his neck sliding her hands down the front of his shirt. 

“Is it hard?”  She nuzzled him and he groaned as she blew in his ear.  “Is it hard for me?”  He nodded.  “You’re not supposed to go below the waist, but it doesn’t say anything about me now does it?”  He swallowed.  “If you get it out, you won’t regret it.”

“You get it out.”  He was gasping for breath.  She sucked hard on his neck and then came back and straddled his legs again.  He put his hands back on her breasts as she quickly undid his pants.  “Get it out and play with it, but don’t let me come inside.”  She didn’t understand, but did as he asked.  She slid forward and covered it with her skirt and straightened back up again rocking gently back and forth rubbing it with her cunt.  He was groaning with pleasure when she slid back off him.  She refastened his pants just as the buzzer was sounding and then moved on to John.

The first words out of John’s mouth were, “I would have picked you first if you hadn’t already been taken.

When the lap dance was over all three had chosen Gwen.  Lisa went out with John. Dom poured another pitcher of water over Gwen and then kissed her.  He had already spoken to the DJ.

“Gwen has a request as the winner of tonight’s competition.  She says she’s so hot she can’t stand it.  She’s hoping you won’t object if she takes her t-shirt off.” The crowd screamed at her to take it off and so she pulled off her t-shirt and another jolt of emotion went through her as Dom took hold of her and slowly licked and sucked on each nipple and then kissed her again.  She was arching her back into him as he ran his thumbs over them over and over.

“Did that help Gwen, or are you still hot?  If you’re still hot, give Dom another kiss and maybe he’ll help you take off that skirt.”  The crowd screamed as she kissed him again, and she felt his hands slide down her waist and unzip her skirt.  A moment later it was gone and she convulsed in anticipation. 

Dom held her for a moment longer and then looked down on her as he had earlier that evening.  “I think you are brave enough.  Are you ready?”  She nodded smiling and he turned her toward the crowd as they screamed.  Dom knelt in front of her and she looked down and spread her legs slightly as he began licking her cunt. 

After less than a minute she couldn’t stand it any more.  She sat down cross-legged in front of him, “Get someone to hold my arms down.”  She lay down in front of him and spread her legs with her knees raised and put her arms above her head.  Mike grabbed one and someone grabbed the other.  It felt like jolts of electricity were going through her as she felt Dom begin to suck on her.  Others held her legs too and pulled them farther apart.  Mike and the other guy were each working on a breast and she watched it all going on in the mirror.  She groaned in sweet agony as she began to come.  Waves were rolling over and crashing all around her and still they kept coming and coming.  Dom never quit through it all.  It had never been that good before. 

They released her, but she lay there still as small waves continued to wash over her.  Dom moved away smiling and invited others to move in on her.  She kept her legs spread and enjoyed watching them doing whatever they wanted.  For some reason he wouldn’t allow anyone to have straight sex with her, but she didn’t care.  She came again and yet again. 

Finally she stood as Dom took her by the hand.  He took the blindfolds that had been used earlier.  Mike grabbed her skirt and they led her through the press of the crowd each holding one of her hands.  She felt herself become aroused yet again as the people they passed brushed against her and touched her.  Dom stopped her twice and they held her hands away from her sides as people gathered around moving against her.  She just smiled in a mellow daze.  Dom and Mike led her into a bare cubicle with a folded futon and pillows in the corner.  She smiled as Dom and Mike tied a blindfold around each of her wrists and submitted willingly as they stretched them out spread eagle and tied them to rings set in concrete in the wall above her head.   She just watched as they bent down and began fastening what looked like dog collars just above her knees.  The collars had chains and again she calmly submitted as they stretched the chains and clipped them to bolts coming from the wall.  She could still easily stand, but she couldn’t put her legs together and began to feel those pleasurable waves coming back even stronger.  “Is it all right if we put the blindfold on?”

“You might have to bring me again.” 

Dom smiled at Mike.  “If we have to, we have to.”

Gwen nodded and Dom stuck his tongue deep in her mouth for a moment before he blindfolded her.  She groaned as he stroked her nipples.  She heard the door open and it was quiet a minute.  “Dom?”

“I’m still here but the door is wide open.  Mike went to get a camera.  Is that okay?”

Gwen nodded.  The door closed a minute later. 

“This is Gwen.  Gwen, we’re filming now, is that okay?”

“Yes.”

“Even though you’re naked it’s okay that we are filming you?”

“Yes.”

“Is it okay with you that you are tied up?”

“I wanted to be tied up.”

“What would you like us to do with the film?”

“Whatever you want.”

“We could use it on the internet.  Would that be okay with you?”

“Yes.”  She writhed.

“What would you like us to do with you while we are filming?”

“I’ll do anything you ask.  You can do anything you want as long as you take me again.”

“Would you suck us off?”

“I want to.”

“Then I’m going to take off my clothes.  Would you like to watch?”

“Yes.”

She felt him caress her nipples again and then he kissed her as he removed the blindfold.  She looked at him in confusion.  Both he and Mike had black masks like Zorro that came down their noses and had holes in the eyes.  They were tied at the back of their necks so that they covered their hair completely.  Mike had the camera trained on her.  “Say hello to the camera Gwen.”  She smiled and then turned to watch Dom as the camera watched him undress.  His physique was superb and the sight of him aroused her even more.  The muscles in her groin were throbbing.  He approached and rubbed himself against her.  She felt him beginning to swell. 

“I wish I could touch you.  To please you.”

“Your vulnerability pleases me.  I like it when you are helpless like this.  I can do anything I want to you and you can’t do anything to stop me.”  He continued to rub himself against her and rub her nipples.  As he got harder he pushed against her cunt, but kept slipping by.  She kept trying to open up, but he never went in.  He smiled because he was teasing her.

“Please!  Please come inside me.”

“I want to go in your mouth.”

“Please, then!  You’re driving me insane!”  Her hips were working in circles again trying to guide him in.  She groaned as he pulled away.

“Insanity and desperation turn me on as well, Gwen.  Enjoy those feelings and submit to them.  Submit to me.”  She calmed slightly and groaned.  He continued rubbing his organ against her and stroking her as he talked, “Tell me about your sexual experience.  How many men have you been with?  Before tonight, that is?”

“My boyfriend in Nebraska… and I slept with one college student once.”

“You’ve never taken your clothes off in front of a group before?”

“No.”

“Have you ever been tied up before?”

“Yes.  My boyfriend did it and I would tie myself up for him.”

“You like being tied up.”

“Yes.”

“Did you like taking your clothes off in front of everyone?”

“Yes.”

“Would you like to do that again?”

“Yes.”

“But you didn’t want to do that while you were going with your boyfriend?”

“I would do whatever he wanted, but I didn’t want anyone else to see me.”

“Did he ever ask you to let others see you?”

“No, but sometimes he left me naked where they might.”

“Did you like that?”

“Yes, as long as we didn’t get caught.”

“Why do you think it was different tonight?  That you were turned on by showing yourself off?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe the drinks.  I don’t usually drink.  Maybe because it isn’t a small town where everyone would know.”

“Did you ever use drugs?”

“He had marijuana a few times.  I took a few drags.  Maybe half a joint each time.”

“Did you like it?”

“It made me cough.  It made me queasy.  Please…. ”  She looked down at him rubbing against her and then into his eyes begging.  He smiled at her and frenched her.  It didn’t help at all and she strained against the bonds.

“Let me hear you beg.”

“I am begging you, Dom.  Please.  Please help me.  You’re driving me wild.”

He smiled and continued to tease her.  “You came for a long time tonight.  Is it always like that?”

“No.  That was the best ever.  It was good before, but never like that.”

“Would you like to try again?”

“Please.  You know I would.”

Dom turned to Mike, “What do you think?”  Gwen looked in confusion as Mike handed he camera to Dom and he trained it on him while he undressed.  Mike approached her and Dom filmed as he began licking her nipples.  Gwen groaned and dropped her hips so the weight was on her hands.  Mike pulled a chair in front of her and stood on it.  He held his organ just out of reach and she strained to reach it even with the tip of her tongue.  She was groaning with frustration when he finally brought it in reach and she pulled it into her mouth.  Mike smiled and spread his arms out bracing himself against the wall watching her as he moved himself slowly in and out of her mouth.  Gwen seemed almost relieved as she took him all in so willingly.  He pulled it almost all the way out and she worked the tip groaning with desire.  She felt it throb and he let her suck it in all the way.  She was sucking on it like a baby bottle when Mike came screaming.  His legs almost collapsed, but he pulled it out again and she played with the tip until he dropped off the chair and pressed his body against hers trying to catch his breath.  She smiled at him when he pulled away and then kissed him, pulling his tongue into her mouth.  Mike backed away against the wall still trying to catch his breath and Dom approached her.

“It’s your turn now, Gwen.  Is it all right if I blindfold you again?”

Gwen nodded.  Dom scanned her with the camera and then squatted down in front of her and filmed her cunt as she writhed helplessly.

“Please, Dom.  Please hurry.”

He smiled and stood, handing the camera back to Mike and she leaned her head forward as he blindfolded her.  She heard the door open and close while he was working on her and then felt cooler hands caressing her.  She knew someone else had come into the room, but she didn’t care.  The touch was deft and experienced.  She felt more than two hands and she was being stroked everywhere at once.  She arched her back and exhaled as someone sucked on her nipple.  She heard Dom’s voice from across the room.  “Allow yourself to enjoy it all Gwen.”  She groaned with pleasure as she felt a tongue on her cunt.  Another was still sucking and playing with her breast.  Fingers were tracing up and down the underside of her arm and across her stomach and playing with her other nipple.  Others were running up and down the inside of her thighs.  She moved her hips forward to offer herself over.  Dom removed the blindfold, but she didn’t want to open her eyes.  She rolled her head back resting it against the wall.  “Look Gwen.  Look at what’s being done to you.”

She looked then and saw that it was the two lesbians from the contest.  They were both naked and pulled back smiling as she jerked back in surprise and looked at Dom.  The girls kept smiling at her admiring her nakedness.  She was pulling against the restraints now, but there was nothing she could do.  Dom came so close to her he was touching her.  He put his hand on her stomach and she looked up at him.  His voice was a whisper.  “You played with Lisa on stage.”

“That was different.  I know her.”

Dom turned and presented the girls.  “Gwen, I’d like you to meet Charley and Cary.  Charley and Cary, this is Gwen.”  He looked back at her.  “Now you know them.”

“But I know Lisa wouldn’t try anything later.  She’s not a lesbian.”

“Well, neither are Charley and Cary.  They like both men and women.  You remember that you promised to do what I wanted?”

Gwen nodded uncertainly. 

“This is what I would like.  I know you were turned on by what they were doing to you.  You liked it didn’t you?”

Gwen nodded again. 

“I would like for you to submit yourself to them like you were when the blindfold was on.  I would like for you to let them do whatever they would like to you and I would like for you to lose yourself in passion.  Watching you do that would please me.  Can you do that for me?”

Gwen nodded after only slight hesitation.

“There is nothing you can do anyway.  You are completely helpless.”  He smiled and kissed her and then backed away.

At first she tried to resist and tried to struggle against the bonds, but her body responded in spite of her reservations and soon she gave herself over.  The girls were good and took her to the edge countless times and then pulled back to prolong her pleasure.  She was screaming when she came and hanging helpless when they were done.  Still they touched her and waves of pleasure kept pulsing through her.  She felt it off in the distance as someone began undoing her legs, but she kept them spread until Cary finally pulled away.  The girls untied her wrists and she hugged and kissed Cary and then offered herself to Charley as she knelt in front of her.  Cary had her from behind and was stroking her nipples.  She closed her eyes and groaned and came again. 

When she opened her eyes she saw that Dom had unfolded the futon.  Charley lay down and beckoned to Gwen.  There was no more hesitation as she and Cary joined her on the futon.  Gwen followed their lead and did whatever they quietly suggested as they taught her.  Charley had come for Gwen and she was playing with Cary when Dom stopped them abruptly.  He pulled Gwen up and handed Charley a blindfold.  “Tie her hands again.  Tight this time.”  Gwen put her hands behind her back and let Charley tie them as Dom reached for another blindfold.  “Tie her elbows close together.”  He watched as she was made fast.  She came at him and he crushed her to him kissing her, pulling on her thighs, but not entering her.  Again she tried to position herself so that he would, but he only moved just outside of her between her thighs.  He picked her up and she twined her legs around his waist kissing him.  She could feel hands working on Dom’s cock and then tickling her.  Again she tried desperately to position herself for him to enter, but he wouldn’t.  Finally he put her slowly down rubbing himself against her in the process.  He held her in front of him and they exchanged a look.  “Do you trust me Gwen?”  She nodded watching him.  “You promised you would do anything I asked?”  She nodded watching him again.  “I want you to suck on me now, and while you are sucking on me I want to put one of the blindfolds around your neck.  I’ll tighten it, but I promise I won’t hurt you.  Do you believe me?”

She studied his eyes for a moment before she nodded.

“Kneel.”

Gwen dropped to her knees.  She watched his penis hungrily and then glanced at him waiting to be invited.  He just watched her waiting until she leaned tentatively forward and tasted just the tip.  He closed his eyes and sighed as she continued to play with him gently.  Cary and Charley moved to his sides and he put his arms around their shoulders as they began stroking his torso front and back.  She wished she could stroke him with her hands, but they were bound fast.  She pulled him into her mouth and he groaned as he pulled himself out.  They played their game of tug-of-war over and over until she had to smile.  She looked at him again and saw that he was dazed.  Now she could return some of the teasing.  He groaned, wanting her to suck him back inside, but instead she licked underneath his sack.  Charley and Cary helped support him as he bent and spread his legs.  She kept playing, running her tongue from behind his scrotum up the length of his cock.  It was throbbing now and he gasped as she played with the tip.  She saw he was smiling and began the tug-of-war again.  Suddenly she increased her suction and he froze.  She backed off and he pulled away and she did it again.  His legs started to collapse and he inched closer to her letting the girls support him as he exhaled.  He held perfectly still so that she could work her magic.  Time stood still as he tried in vain for a short time to prolong the pleasure.  He groaned again just before he ejaculated.  She kept sucking on him until he finally pulled away and then she played with the tip until he stepped back. 

Then he did something Mike had never seen him do before.  He dropped to his knees in front of her and looked deep into her eyes.  They watched each other for at least a minute as though each wondered who the other really was and then Gwen smiled.  What surprised Mike was that the smile was self-conscious.  After all she had done that night, now she was self-conscious under Dom’s scrutiny as though something even more intimate had been exchanged in those moments.  Dom took her face in his hands and touched his forehead to hers.  Mike didn’t know Gwen, but he knew Dom had been with countless other women and he had never seen him respond like this before.  Dom gave her one last almost sweet kiss and then stood to help her up.  She leaned her head against his chest and Dom cradled her to him.  The girls and Mike waited while Dom cradled her until she looked up at him and smiled again.

“You didn’t use the blindfold.”

“Hmm?”

“On my neck.  You didn’t use the blindfold.”

“I guess I forgot.”

“You can do it now if you like.”

“Would you like to try?”

Gwen nodded.  Dom turned her and untied the blindfold from her elbows and led her back to where she had been tied against the wall.  There were two other rings she hadn’t noticed before that were the height of her neck.  He backed her between them and put the blindfold all the way around her neck crossing it behind and looped it through the rings.  He pulled on the ends gently for a few moments and then released.  Gwen smiled.  “Can you tie my legs back again?”

Dom smiled, “Are you begging again?”

Gwen nodded.

“Aren’t you ever going to get enough?”

“Please, Dom.  Please tie my legs.”

He nodded.  “If you like.”  He looked over his shoulder and the girls put the restraints back and hooked them in place.  He smiled at her as he tightened the noose, tighter this time and for a little longer.  The girls moved in and began stroking her again as she writhed.  The next time Dom strangled her she began to struggle, but she almost came and she was breathing hard.  Dom kissed her and she arched her back as he stroked her nipples.  Charley dropped to her knees in front of her and began sucking as Dom tightened the binding again.  She struggled again and Charley let him know she was coming.  Gwen’s eyes grew big and she held perfectly still, then closed her eyes as she went.  Dom let go of the blindfold and caught her as she collapsed against him.

When she recovered he led her naked down the hall to the room where they had changed.  Lisa was waiting for her there with her head on the table.  She looked like she got hold of more than alcohol.  Gwen turned and kissed Dom who handed her her skirt and then located her blouses.  “If I give you my phone number, will you call me?”

“You can be sure I will call on you very soon.” 

Reluctantly she put on her clothes and Dom pulled her close for another kiss.  Mike stood close behind her and she pushed her bottom toward him as he raised her skirt.  She felt a sharp pinch, but barely jumped.  She turned around and he smiled at her.  “Just an affectionate pinch.”  Dom walked them out of the building and flagged down a cab.  Heather and Gina had already gone home.  The cab driver opened her door and Dom gave her one last lingering kiss.  She climbed into the cab and he leaned over looking in as the cab driver got in his seat. 

Dom smiled and touched her cheek.  “See you soon.”

She nodded as he closed the door.  As the cab driver pulled away from the curb she heard the locks click.  Lisa leaned against her snoring softly and again Gwen smiled.  This was definitely a night to be remembered.