Sharon Goes Back to School
Chapter 15D: the Ball
original author, Scipio
continuation: RogueAlan
Part D
Sharon hurried, intent on returning to the parking lot, where she assumed one or the other of the BZ and BZ prospect would have a car. For a moment she envisioned their asking she and Kelly to ensnare the poor women who had been taking such good care of them. She was surprised when Dave caught her elbow at the intersecting corridor, keeping her from turning toward the parking lot. He guided Sharon on forward through the unfinished portion of the wide shopping concourse. She had not passed two store fronts before she realized there were men working inside. The noise of their tools and the low buzz of conversation reached her ears. She looked at the men guiding her down the empty hall, wondering if they would really make her service a big group of strangers with less than two hours before she was to be on her way to the party.
Biting her lip, she knew Dave would do just that… and that she would enjoy doing it, too. “Think this will do?” Trevor asked, catching Sharon’s skirt just below her ass and starting to lift. She swatted his hand without turning around. “People will see us!” she hissed.
“So what?” Dave smiled, “If they do they’ll just be jealous of what we get to enjoy.” Sharon blushed, aware that Trevor had already deftly lifted the dress more than halfway to her ass.
“I can’t do this! I have to get home,” Sharon argued.
“Well, I guess if you want me to be doing this to Lisa, instead,” Trevor shrugged, “I mean, that’d be fine with me… You’re shit hot but I’ve had you… I bet she’ll be a quick study… might even be better than her mother.”
“No!” Sharon spun toward the football star. “We had a deal. I told you to stay away from Lisa.” Trevor snorted.
“Well, she didn’t get the message. And I’m horny. And it’s New Year’s Eve. So unless you’re going to take care of me…” Sharon bit her lip, but she knew she was trapped. And her body was eager to let him have his way again. She looked down, seeing that he’d rolled her skirt so that her thong was fully exposed in front and back… she was essentially naked if any of the construction workers had looked out onto the concourse.
“That’ll be perfect,” Dave chuckled, pointing at a saw horse in the far side of the long hall at the next intersecting corridor. The hall was short beyond, and Sharon guessed it was where patrons would go into the casino. It was farther from the workers she could see through the glass less than six feet away, but it was also directly under a sky light, making the saw horse look like some obscene prop for sex show. Her body responded exactly as she had spent the last weeks training it to do, begging for attention.
“We could use that alcove,” she pointed to the shadowed entrance across the hall, a shop that was awaiting construction. The young men ignored her, leading her quickly across, Trevor pushing her over the cross bar after kicking the saw horse ninety degrees. She was left with her ass pointed away from the salon, her body in profile to anyone who might look out while they were working. With a tug Trevor tore the crotch of her thong, rolling the waistband higher on her waist, using it to pin her dress up, leaving her nude from the waist down, positioned lewdly, her bottom inviting anyone to use her.
“Smell that,” he taunted, “She’s so wet this whole center’s gonna smell like sex.” Sharon groaned as he emphasized his point by pushing two fingers knuckles deep into her bare sex.
“You trying to pretend you aren’t hot, little bitch?” Dave taunted her. Sharon twitched her hips, wanting more. She shook her head, “No… God I’m so hot,” she admitted, part of her aware that she had been since leaving the party Christmas eve, “I need to cum so badly,” she bit her lip, trying to control her breathing and stay quiet as Zeke went on teasing her dripping sex, “I jut thought we should be careful.”
“Oh, the slut doesn’t like to perform?” Trevor asked, pulling his fingers out of her, leaving Sharon wanting contact even more. She shook her head, “No! I like to perform, but we could get arrested.”
“Oh I don’t think that’s much of a risk,” Dave said stepping up and unzipping. Sharon did not need to be told what to do, she reached forward, pulling his cock free, then brought it to her mouth. The frat member sighed and let her work on his swelling tool for a minute. “They might whistle… might wanna join in, but I ain’t met a hard hat yet didn’t enjoy watching naked women.” He had begun to tweak Sharon’ nipples through her dress as he spoke, and within a minute Sharon knew she would have let them fuck her on the wall of the War Memorial on July 4th if they had wanted. “Good job, little bitch,” he added less than a moment later, pulling his fully engorged, ever impressive black cock from her mouth. “Now what should I do with this?” he taunted.
“Fuck me!” Sharon panted, “I need it, daddy.” Dave moved around her, setting several cameras he had pulled from his pockets to catch the action, “Zeke was telling me about the new trick you learned.” Sharon blushed at the memory. “I don’t know what happened,” she told him, “I left before it really got out of hand. Trevor chuckled. Stepping forward, he impaled her before she knew he had opened his pants. She arched her back, bracing her hands and lower abdomen against the crossbar of the saw horse as she whined, certain everyone in the building could hear her.
“Start like this,” Trevor husked, and Sharon nodded, thinking he was talking to her. “Then you just do what I told you.” Sharon blinked, her focus on the big cock moving in and out of her wet and hungry sex.
“Show me,” Dave said. A moment later Trevor caught Sharon under the arm, and after groping her rigid nipple for several seconds, he shifted, catching the front of her shoulder and lifting her up. She raised a leg, not wanting him to slip out of her sex. Trevor set his hand against her belly low, the heel of his palm again just below her pubic bone. Sharon shook her head… She could not make a mess like this. Could not lose control. “Press here, then use your fuck you finger to get clitty singing,” Trevor‘s finger pressed against Sharon‘s clit, and she cried out… could not stop herself as the younger man slammed home repeatedly “OK, OK… let me try.” Sharon collapsed back onto the saw horse as Trevor pulled out of her, leaving her open drooling sex exposed to the air and anyone who had heard or who might have looked out. .
Dave stepped up behind her, easily pushing into her. He held himself there for a moment, then backed almost completely out, the broad head of his member stretching her inner lips. Sharon panted and whined, pressing back, bracing again on the saw horse. His hand dropped around her waist, putting pressure where she could feel the head of his cock thrusting against the front wall of her pussy. He massaged in a gentle circular pattern chuckling at the way Sharon’s breath caught, her body trembling visibly. He moved his third finger down, teased around her clit once… twice, and backed out of her hungry, buzzing cunt.
“No!” Sharon groaned, “Don’t stop!” She was aware of his finger working her clit incessantly, knew she was already so close to a climax… BANG, he slammed his length home, simultaneously applying pressure with hand and finger once again. Sharon screamed through her clenched teeth… she tried not to but couldn’t contain it. She keened again as she inhaled, her body still jerking, shifting the saw horse beneath her noisily. Her legs collapsed, her entire weight draped over the rough wood and impaled on Dave’s cock as he hammered in and out, laughing manically, “Yeah, man!” She was aware of the men slapping five, of Dave still pumping his cock in and out of her sex.
Looking down, she saw she was pouring fluids, clear liquid literally splashing the concrete floor below her. She gasped, aware that she could feel it squirting out of her, and totally unable to do anything to stop it. Fluid was rolling down her inner thighs, too, and she whimpered, wondering for a moment if Dave had ruptured her bladder. She blushed, then, remembering Zeke telling her it was not urine at all.
She knew her scream had to have been heard, even over the power tools the workers were using. For a few minutes she managed to stay balanced on the saw horse, body still twitching as the last of her climax ebbed away. She was embarrassed that she could hear her juices taper from a patter like rain to a drip, drip, drip. And she was aware of other sounds, by then… She told herself not to look, horrified at the thought of putting on a show in public for strangers, and immediately giggling at that prudish thought, considering what she and Kelly did several nights a week. Before she could stop herself, she pushed back and up, catching hold of the rail of the saw horse as she looked to her right. First all she saw were several work boots coated with sheetrock powder… Her eyes rose to meet the rapt gaze of the four men in the front row who were lined up watching her. She smiled automatically, even as she registered that there were at least another four or five behind them.
Without thinking, she moaned wantonly as Dave hit bottom, twitching her hips invitingly, putting on a show, in part for the audience, but mostly because having an audience was all that it took for her to be ready to cum again.
“Gonna fill her up,” Dave panted just then, “Use her mouth or it’ll be sloppy seconds.” Zeke moved around as Sharon managed to get her feet on the ground once again, unsure how long she had been the older BZ member’s fuck doll, afraid to look whether the construction workers were watching. She lifted her head, shaking it emphatically.
“No!” she managed, “Don’t cum in me! It isn’t safe!” Dave snorted, driving himself home again and holding himself buried as his jism began to pulse deep inside of Sharon’s still twitching sex. “Ahhh!” the used housewife whined, her body betraying her and shuddering into another climax as well, leaving her no will to resist Zeke’s big hands as he pulled her mouth onto his jutting cock, slick with her juices.
“Dumb Bitch,” Dave let go of her hip on one side, spanking her sharply, “Don’t be trying to lie, now… You don’t think we know you’ve been to see ol’ doc Brian? Once a BZ, always a BZ, little Bitch. Didn’t think we know he got you fixed up?” Sharon could not believe what she was hearing… how had she been so wrong about the doctor? “Don’t have to worry ‘bout no condoms now, do we?” Sharon managed to shake her head no, still certain that the doctor had been opposed to the frat‘s existence… But then how could he have betrayed her confidence… weren’t there laws against it? Zeke was really humping against her face, making it hard to breathe, much less think. She sucked at him hungrily, anxious to get him off, praying her dress was not ruined, and that they would not share her with the men now watching the lewd show she was putting on.
She gagged when the senior football star cut loose without warning, barely managing to choke his spend down without making a mess. He backed out slightly, and she obediently cleaned him off before he stepped away, slapping hands with Dave again as the older student went on riding her..
“Guess I’ll be too spent to put it to that hottie of a ********,” Trevor taunted her with an exaggerated yawn, “Or maybe not… just thinking about her is almost enough to get me going again.” Sharon wished she could remember what her kids plans for the holiday were, but when Chris has assured her they would be fine she had not asked. She blinked, realizing that Dave had pulled out, the last jet of his cum spattering her groin. Bracing with one hand on the saw horse, Sharon sat up, cupping her hand over her soaked privates, embarrassed at how she knew she looked. The two young black men were waving like they were in a parade, and Sharon blushed, realizing that not only had the construction workers seen what was going on, they’d come out for an up close show. Several were adjusting themselves, one of the men at the front actually unzipping, preparing to join in.
“Sorry she’s such a tease, guys, but that’s all for today,” Dave said, “Our Sharon here has other obligations. But don’t worry, gang, we’ll bring her back for a matinee some afternoon,” he assured them, “Think of it as a bonus from the boss.” He tossed a handful of glossy fliers onto the wet concrete, “In the meantime, Miss Sharon is a headliner at Snake Eyes out west… trust me, she’s worth the trip.” The workers cheered and clapped, and Sharon heard the various cat calls as her escorts caught her arms to lead her through the crowd toward the corridor leading back to the parking lot. Sharon struggled for a moment, aware her dress was still up, baring her ass and sex which she was still cupping, trying to keep more of their mingled fluids from oozing down her inner thighs.
What had her rooted in place, though, with almost a dozen strangers eyeing her hungrily, was the flyer… She could not get the images on the flyer out of her head… The front showed she and Kelly in a depraved 69 with the pole shining behind them. Beneath it was a graphic image of her putting out doggie style in the champagne room, the man‘s face thoroughly obscured. She bit back a cry of horror, wondering what photos were on the inside and back of the flyer Dave had so casually tossed onto the ground. She shivered at the though of Chris seeing one of them at work.
Dave had released her arm long enough to collect his cameras, and a moment later she let them lead her down the concourse toward the intersection with the path to the parking lot. The workers had moved up to grab the flyers, someone shouting a question after Dave… something about free drinks. She glanced back, relieved but also feeling a strange dismay that the men were heading back into the storefronts where they had working. Dave led the shaking still half nude housewife back toward the salon. Horrified at how she must look, Sharon hastily freed her dress from the band of her panties, letting it fall into place after scooping what jism and spoog she could into her free hand, holding it clear of the sequined fabric.
The guys laughed as she shook the mingled fluids off, spattering a wall and the concrete floor, and then reluctantly licked her hand clean. She wiped at her face, and then blushed, because they were in front of the clear glass entry door of the salon. She could see the expressions of the women she and Kelly had just met, Sharon’s attention moving to Kelly’s, relieved by the sympathy in her lover’s expression. “Thanks for helping with that memory stick,” Zeke smiled at the ladies, “Be sure to tell Scott and Mr. Sobel Happy New Years in case I don’t see them later.” She shivered violently once, an image of the big football player making Catherine twitch and pour her fluids onto the floor seeming so real it felt as if she was watching it happen. Dave interrupted the thought, patting her ass far too intimately, “Hope we got her back in time for her mani-pedi,” he told the women, then paused at the door as if thinking, “We just love surprising our BZ Sisters, and you love it, don’t you girls?” Sharon and Kelly nodded without hesitation, further amazing the already speechless beauticians. Sharon was pressing her knees tight together in an effort to keep from letting anymore leakage escape, sure that it would be obvious on her dress. She hobbled toward the back, stammering that she needed to use the ladies room, and relieved that no one said anything to delay her.
She cleaned herself up quickly enough, another skill borne of her work at the club, and after checking in the mirror over the sink convinced herself nothing was so obvious she could not think of something else for the women to say. Such thoughts were dashed by the conversation that was going on when she returned, taking a seat at the empty manicure table.
“… can’t believe that,” Margot, the perky redhead said, her eyes wide, “I would have never guessed.” She blushed prettily at Sharon’s return. Kelly laughed, “I was just telling our new friends how we enjoy some… perks being little sisters for the big jock frat.” Sharon smiled and nodded.
“They look out for us,” she said, “Even if sometimes they get a little too handsy.” Kelly snorted.
“So you’re not fucking them like Kelly does,” the almost plump brunette named Irene asked. Sharon choked on the swallow of the champagne she had been drinking, and Kelly and the other women laughed like it was the funniest thing they had ever seen. Wiping her mouth, Sharon glared at Kelly, aware of an almost need to snap at her young lover, and ******* that just a few days before she would already have been aggressively dressing the other woman down.
“Don’t blame her, honey,” the older blonde beautician whose nametag read Bobbi shook her head, sitting down across from Sharon and Kelly as the other women went to work on their nails, “When you leave looking as jumpy as a blonde at an NAACP rally, and five minutes later we hear someone wailing like she’s getting a royal screwing it’s easy enough math even for beauticians.” Sharon looked at Kelly in desperation.
“Was I that loud?” Sharon was thoroughly horrified. Kelly giggled.
“Made me want to go out and join in,” the young brunette admitted, shifting in her chair as if still aroused, “And when you came back looking so thoroughly satisfied, I almost tried to get them to go again.” Irene nodded as if to assure Sharon Kelly was telling the truth.
“So which was it?” Irene asked breathlessly, “The one with the big shoulders was cute.”
“Both,” Sharon answered without really thinking about it. The women sat back, shocked but obviously enthralled, as well.
“At once?” Margot whispered. Sharon nodded, biting her lip and winking at the pretty red head.
“You mean you haven’t?” She could not seem to help herself, enjoying the way the women were reacting. “You haven’t wondered what it would be like?”
“You mean sex with a black guy?” Irene asked.
“No, she means with two guys,” Bobbi said, rolling her eyes at Irene’s naivety.
“Hey, wait a minute,” Margot looked over at her older coworker, “you said a blonde at an NAACP rally… so spill, girl… You’ve danced this dance and never told us?” Irene nearly fell off of her stool she turned so fast to look at Bobbi. The too thin, too tan, too perfect woman raised a one shoulder.
“What’s to tell,” she said dismissively, “I thought every girl, experimented some in school.”
“But you were married in beauty school,” Irene said, “I mean…” Bobbi laughed, pointing at Sharon.
“She’s married now, honey…” Margot and Irene looked to Sharon’s hand, and Sharon found herself blushing, even as she waited to hear the other woman’s story. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them, right, honey?” Sharon shrugged.
“I don’t know about that,” the thought of Chris finding one of her DVD’s was enough to make Sharon shudder, “I didn’t exactly plan to be doing this.” Irene, Margot, and Bobbi… even Kelly seemed hungry to hear more, but Sharon shook her head and shrugged, “Not that I’m complaining,” she finished lamely. Bobbi offered a crooked smile.
“See, girls, that’s your answer… sometimes that’s all there is… sex can be amazing, and sometimes that’s what a girl wants.”
“I can’t believe you cheated on Dean,” Irene seemed distraught. Bobbi rolled her eyes.
“Irene, Dean cheated on me every chance he got… Why wouldn’t I do the same.”
“I’d never cheat,” Irene insisted.
“I wouldn’t act so certain,” Sharon smiled at the woman’s hurt expression, “I’m serious, I did not go to college thinking I would be sampling whatever the guys had to offer.”
“So how did you?” Margot asked quietly, catching hold of Sharon’s hand and going to work on her nails, “Oh, you have such pretty nails, why are you wearing these extensions?” Sharon let her eyes go to the door.
“I agree, they aren’t really my taste, but the members like them this way,” she smiled and went on, “At least I know my nails aren’t ruined if I ever go back to natural.” Margot’s fingers worked a file over the backs of Sharon’s nails, roughening the edges, but her eyes stayed locked on Sharon’s expectantly. Sharon shook her head, “I’m not really comfortable telling you what happened to me,” she said, “Don’t be offended, I wouldn’t tell anyone. It’s too embarrassing.”
“Too much beer, or too much weed, a party, dancing… then fooling around…” Sharon looked over at Bobbi in shock as the other woman snickered, “See, it isn’t so different from any of the rest of us who’ve experimented.”
“So you didn’t like it?” Kelly asked the older beautician. Bobbi rolled her eyes once again… it seemed to be her favorite response.
“Oh hell, girl, I loved it… Couldn’t get enough. Cost me a scholarship in college,” she glared briefly at Irene, “I wasn’t always going to be a hairdresser. Almost cost me a marriage to a man I love but haven’t always been able to trust.” She looked at her own immaculate nails, “I just had to remember that cumming so hard I squalled like a cat getting it from the big ol’ Tom in the alley wasn’t as important as having a home and a life I enjoy.” The women were quiet after that, Sharon studiously NOT looking at Kelly in case her young lover was worried she might make the same choice. She wished she could make that choice, even as she wondered if she really would make that decision if she did not have hundreds… by now thousands of photos displaying what a total slut she had become, not to mention the various videos and loops and internet files. Shivering at the memory of how hard Dave and Zeke had made her cum, Sharon Sobel wondered if there was no possible blackmail insuring her position as a BZ Bitch, whether she would not still be driving to Go’s to shake her ass and spread her legs for strangers…
I’d love to find out what it’s like,” Margot almost whispered, and after a moment, all of the women laughed. And laughed. When they had finally calmed, Sharon patted the red head’s hand and smiled warmly.
“I’m sure they’d love to show you, too,” she told the young woman, “You’re quite beautiful.” Margot blushed, but her eyes stayed on Sharon’s.
“Seriously?” she giggled, “I mean, you’re amazing, beautiful and sexy… and confident… I just don’t know how I’d react.”
“Leave me a card, and I’ll invite you to one of our parties,” Kelly suggested, and Sharon wondered that her first thought was to encourage it, not to warn the young woman off. Sipping at another flute of champagne, at least her fourth, she considered briefly, Sharon pondered her reaction as the women talked about past conquests and nights with ‘the one’ who had not after all been that goal. She did not really listen and certainly did not contribute until Margot giggled after tipping her chair back and helping Sharon to put her heels up on the table, a strange but efficient way to do the mani-pedi, Sharon had thought upon finding herself reclining.
“God, they took your panties?” the red head asked in shock? Sharon blinked, then laughed at the younger woman’s surprise, pulling her dress high enough to prove to all that she was indeed still wearing panties… just very tiny panties. “What does hubby say about those?” Bobbi asked with an almost sneer. Sharon shrugged.
“Oh he thinks they’re sexy… He thanked you for helping me to dress more like this, didn’t he, Kel?” Kelly nodded. “Besides, it’s not the biggest change,” Sharon did not catch herself in time, and the women-- including the jaded blonde-- demanded to know what she meant. Sharon chose not to mention the piercings, except for her tongue which the stuck out defiantly, laughing at the disbelief in all three beauticians’ responses. “I have some new ink, too,” she added, waving her ankle as demonstration, “I didn’t have any tattoos before I went to school.” She smoothed her dress down over her legs, “I certainly wasn’t in this kind of shape.”
“Lie!” Kelly interjected, “Sharon was in amazing shape from the day I met her… I thought she was a few years older, but I never imagined she had a ******** only a year younger than I am.” Sharon smiled at the compliment, “And of course I didn’t do anything like what I… well, like what I just did out in the mall in front of a dozen strangers.”
That clearly shocked the women, who had assumed Dave and Zeke had simply enjoyed her in a shadowed unoccupied portion of the mall. Sharon wound up answering several questions, and Bobbi observed that the women should leave together at close in case Sharon’s little show had left some of the workers anxious to find someone to similarly enjoy. Sharon was shocked at the thought and apologized, but the blonde waved it away, pointing out only that ‘all men were pigs’ before adding that she was sure just seeing a woman was all that it would take for some of the men working at the casino development. Sharon found herself wishing she knew more about Bobbi’s life, wondering if she could find some key to somehow regaining control of her own.
It was after 5PM when Kelly and Sharon were done, sporting matching glossy metallic ‘ruby’ red nail polish on fingers and toes, and clearly related braided ‘up do’s.’ Sharon paid the women a handsome tip, relieved to have other women who weren’t BZ Sisters know at least some of what she was doing behind Chris’ back, without being judgmental about it. She knew Chris would have a stroke if he ever learned the truth, but it left her wondering what her friends would think.
That reminded her that her friends had completely ignored her throughout the break. She resolved to track Madolen or Linda down the next weekend she was back to find out why she had been treated like that; they certainly were not all out of town for the entire holiday break…
Kelly collected the women’s cards, promising they would be back, though with school it might be awhile, she warned. As Sharon made sure they had everything, she watched her lithe young lover provide the women with cards of her own. “In case you decide you want to take a walk on the wild side,” she told Margot with a wink. Sharon was surprised that Kelly had business cards… she certainly did not, but then again, she would not have wanted to have to explain them to Chris if she did, considering the images she had seen on the flyers Dave had left out in the mall.
Arm in arm, the blonde housewife and her brunette dance partner and lover skipped to the car, Kelly reminding the tipsy older woman she was ‘too gone to drive.’ Giggling, Sharon reminded Kelly that was what New Year’s Eve was all about, adding that she was glad Dave had found them, to giver her a New Year’s climax a little early. Laughing together, the women retraced their route, and were right on time according to Chris, who climbed behind the wheel of Sharon’s big SUV and after handing each of the women a fresh drink, mixed from the recipe Kelly had provided, he backed out of the drive and headed for their destination, repeating that Sharon was going to be surprised.
Kelly reminded Chris of his wanting it to be a surprise, and then along with Sharon she donned the blindfolds he had brought along, insisting that he wanted to keep it a secret as long as possible. Sharon knew it was a long drive, but everyone was talking about the fun already through the break, keeping her distracted. The drink helped, along with Sharon’s very conscious effort not to mention any of the fun she had enjoyed without her husband. She had hoped to be able to run inside to freshen up, considering what Dave and Trevor had done to her, but she soon enough relaxed about that and concentrated on not slipping up as she laughed with Kelly and her husband.
At one point, Kelly asked if Chris had ever smoked weed, and he shrugged, explaining that during college his roommate had, but that he had never gotten more than a ‘contact high.’ Kelly nodded her understanding about that, while Sharon asked why she had never heard that story before. Laughing, Chris assured her it had just never been a big deal, and he had known she was opposed to people doing recreational drugs. Kelly barely contained herself at that, and when Chris asked why she thought that was so funny, the young brunette told him that one of her friends had brought some around the last semester, along with a bong. He asked if they had smoked, and Kelly admitted that she had. Obviously surprised, Chris asked Sharon if she had tried it. Sharon shrugged, telling him she had not meant to, but that there‘d been so much smoke in the air that after awhile it hadn’t seemed like any big deal. Kelly laughed, telling Sharon‘s husband that she had been such a ‘lightweight’ she had quickly passed out and the other girls had carried her off to bed.
Sharon was puzzled when Chris asked Kelly if she thought there would be weed at the party, and Kelly laughed, saying she thought someone always had weed at school, but adding she assumed adult parties did not include such party favors. When Kelly asked Chris if he would want to try it for real, Sharon was amazed to hear her husband admit that he would. She giggled at the image of the three of them sitting in the master bedroom at home, passing around her bong.
She giggles, leaning heavily against Chris, who teasingly accused her of getting ***** on the way to the ball, when they finally stopped, parking she was sure in a garage she assumed downtown. Kelly told them she would get the bags, but Chris insisted they stay together, and so Sharon let her husband lead her down a long carpeted hall. They paused while he fiddled with something… a key card, Sharon realized, understanding that they were in a hotel. Giggling, she asked if Kelly had a room of her own, and Chris paused, obviously surprised that she knew they were in a hotel, and as obviously having not considered that.
“Is your blindfold on?” he asked crossly, and Sharon lifted her chin to prove that it was.
“I still don’t know what hotel, lover,” she pointed out. Kelly giggled, then assured them that she hoped to have some company to enjoy the new year. Though she was surprised by that, and the thought of slipping into Kelly’s room to give both of her lovers a proper New Year had already crossed Sharon’s mind, she did not react.
“It’s a suite,” Chris added defensively, “She can have the pull out couch.”
“I guess I’ll just have to be quiet,” Sharon said, laughing at the way Chris stiffened in her arm, obviously embarrassed at such talk in front of Kelly. She pouted that Kelly was not wearing her blindfold, and Chris admitted that the younger woman had helped him to arrange things. Sharon was terribly tempted to peek, but happily let her husband lead the way further down the corridor and onto the elevator. “How do I look?” she asked seriously, hoping they were alone and that the blindfold had not messed her make up or hair.
“You’re beautiful,” both Chris and Kelly said, then laughed at the gaff. Sharon was pleased, even as she wondered that the elevator was not one of the high speed number she expected if they were going up to the revolving restaurant at the top of the nicest hotel downtown. Instead they were going down, the car beeping each floor along the way. The bell chimed after only four floors.
“Get her blindfold,” Kelly warned, and Sharon smiled, leaning forward to kiss her husband when he quickly took it off of her. He smiled at her.
“Happy New Years, baby!” and the doors slid open. Sharon gasped, seeing her friends from home were there waiting. Chris or Kelly must have texted them. She rushed off of the elevator to begin hugging the women, all of whom she could immediately tell were at least tipsy.
Linda nearly collapsed on her, gushing, “Oh I’m so glad you’re here, I can’t believe this… you should have told us, it’s amazing…” Before someone pulled her away. Jennifer, Sharon realized, amazed that the usually rigid older woman was clearly *****, as well.
“You,” the woman blinked, then looked over, seeing Chris standing beside her. She shook her head, opened her mouth, closed it once again, and leaned in, kissing Sharon not on the cheek as the housewife expected, but full on the lips. Sharon tasted gin and something familiar that she could not place. She laughed when her obviously ***** friend stepped back, a crooked smile on her face, “I’ll have to find you at New Years,” she slurred, and then one of the other women was ushering her away, “To the bar!” was the last thing Sharon heard Jennifer demand.
Madolen seemed about to fly off, she was so brief in her hug, only a ghost of a smile on her face before she moved on, leaving Sharon worrying about her friend. She was more concerned when Dorothy offered a long and seemingly knowing gaze and an even longer hug before pecking Sharon’s cheek, whispering, “We’ll talk soon,” and moving off into the swirling crowd. Her friend was anything but vivacious and bubbly, and on a day custom designed for the redhead to be the life of the party.
Only Rhonda seemed anything like Sharon expected. Catching Sharon’s arm, the shorter woman pulled Sharon away from Chris and the others into the other revelers.
“Tell me you had no idea about this,” she said. Sharon blinked, assuming her friend meant the party.
“I swear,” she laughed, “Chris had me completely surprised… I don’t even know where we are.” Rhonda clenched her teeth and shook her head once, then sighed, managing a smile.
“I knew it,” she said more to herself than Sharon, “Jennifer insisted you knew, not that I guess it matters, but it would be sort of shitty to do that to us, even though…” Sharon blinked in puzzlement as her friend blushed, “I can understand now why you’re anxious for next semester.” Sharon nodded, even though they had not talked at all since the Thanksgiving break. Nothing was making sense. Rhonda hugged her again, fiercely, “Hang in there,” she said, “We’ll talk soon.” She was gone before Sharon could ask where Rhonda’s date was. Dazed at the strange behavior of her friends more than happy to have them at the same party, Sharon retraced her steps, looking for Chris.
She gasped, when she came around a knot of people to find Kelly introducing Dave and Sean to Chris. Her husband shook the younger men’s’ hands, speaking to them with a broad smile, then looking about, his eyes coming to rest on her. His smile grew, as did the smiles of her other lovers behind him, except Dave and Sean’s were more clearly leers.
The room seemed to spin, and Sharon wondered if she was having a dream. Instead, Chris came up, catching her in his arm and beaming down at her.
“Kelly was just introducing me to some of the frat members you have been tutoring and helping out,” he said, obviously proud of her, “I had never heard about the ‘mini-Manhattan’ party here, and when Kelly mentioned it I thought you’d be surprised…” Sharon managed a smile, pulling Chris down and kissing him fiercely, knowing that the pair who had so deftly ensnared her were watching. She was angry at Kelly for putting Chris in such direct contact with them, and more angry at herself for being quite possibly hornier than she had been Christmas day with the drug fueled arousal. What was wrong with her?!
“If you want to go back to the room I’ll show you how happy I am right now, baby,” she whispered, hoping Chris would want to do just that. He stepped back, accepting a drink that Dave had offered and laughing.
“Kelly told me how to make these,” he looked over, beaming at the younger woman, “They’re a little sweet for me, but I can see how they’d keep the co-eds coming to your parties.” Dave nodded.
“Yeah,” he agreed, “We can get you some good scotch if you’d rather… Don’t let them give you the black label shit… Tell him you know there’s a bottle of blue label behind the bar.” Chris was obviously impressed with that, but he did not relinquish his glass. Sharon found herself wondering if Chris would soon be grinding half naked with some strange girl on the ballroom floor. She looked around, wondering who else was at the party, because the ballroom was really packed. Sean and Dave were both wearing black turtlenecks and slacks, and she realized they were working as wait staff, even though she did not think they really had jobs outside of the frat.
As she looked around, she saw several of the other members were doing a passable job carrying snack trays and drinks. Some of the BZ Bitches were also working the crowd, which was composed almost entirely of older couples.
Samir paused in front of her, a tray of champagne flutes proffered. She took one, thanking him, then offering a momentary glare at the impertinent way the young man eyed her up and down. Laughing, he moved on through the crowd as Sharon gulped down half of the bubbly liquor, still trying to come to some understanding of what was happening.
“Where are we?” Sharon whispered to Chris when she found him, talking to some people she had never met. He introduced her to ‘some of the boosters,’ adding that his wife was actually a student, a freshman, and smiling broadly as the women showed immediate interest, asking Sharon if she was enjoying being back at school. Sharon smiled, assuring them she was, and thanking them for helping the school out. After listening to conversations about the market, home decoration, and the prospects for the basketball team for the year, the other couples finally moved on, and Sharon was able to get Chris’ attention.
“Baby,” she insisted, “Where are we?”
“At school,” he said, seemingly puzzled she did not know. Sharon shook her head. “You blindfolded me, remember?” Chris brow furrowed, and she worried that his drink really had him on the way to becoming a BZ Bastard, but then he laughed. Catching her hand, Chris led her across the ballroom and out into the hall, he pointed to the big photos lining the hall, and that quickly Sharon knew. They truly were back at school, in the hotel across the street from the campus, directly across from the Union. It was part of the school, managed by students in the hotel business classes, and serviced by other students in various schools, a sort of real world experience, the proof of its success the annual profits that the hotel returned to the school.
Before she could suggest again that they simply go back to the room to enjoy New Years together in bed, Chris pulled her down the hall, explaining as he went that he had heard the buffet was amazing. Sharon blinked, checking his watch because she was not wearing one and her phone was presumably back in their suite. It was not yet 9:30. She had not stopped to think how long it had been since she had eaten, and realized as they entered another smaller ball room where two lines of long tables were stocked with food that she really was very hungry. The spread was truly amazing… She paused at the appetizer table, where chilled jumbo shrimp, chicken skewers, and a veggie spread with dill and ranch based dips looked untouched despite the crowd. She fixed a plate, then followed Chris to a round table where they sat with four other couples-- more boosters, she learned quickly. Chris and the men happily talked about the prospects that the basketball team would make the ‘Dance’ in March. The women chatted about shopping and the latest Housewives reality television show and their kids.
As a group the table went back up and she returned with a large salad. Their drinks had been refilled; she smiled and spoke to several of the BZ who were circulating, serving drinks and busing dishes, and making sure to introduce them to her husband. She was preoccupied with the thought of one of the football players coming up to ask her to perform her BZ Sisterly duty, and more distracted wondering what she would do if that happened; the mental image of her dropping to her knees in front of her husband and the table of relative strangers to slurp a college student’s cock into her mouth was outrageous, but it also left her with a decided flush of arousal.
She trailed Chris back for the main course, seeing twice baked potatoes, almond green beans, and rice pilaf, as well as and pork loin, salmon fillets, and filet medallions, as well as prime rib. She giggled as her husband, obviously tipsy, debated between the molasses rolls and garlic poppy buns at the far end of the table. She handled the situation by putting one of each onto his plate. Her own plate was nearly bare, just a small piece of salmon, a serving of the beans, and one of the poppy rolls. Despite having more big meals during the break, she had simply gotten used to eating little, and the salad and appetizers had left her uncomfortably full.
As before, their glasses had been freshened up while they were in line, and Sharon tried to count how much she had had to drink when they sat back down… There had been champagne flutes, and strangely there were not water glasses at the table, but the white wine was cold and sweet and she had even found the red wine sufficiently fruity she could drink it, and the men seemed unsurprised that their various scotch or whiskey tumblers were never empty, so she stopped trying to count. She knew she was well on her way to being *****, and giggled, seeing that Chris was ahead of her. It was a good thing they had a hotel room, and the others at their table were already more ***** than she or her husband.
The conversation had wandered through politics and ‘the war,’ to the cost of gas and when or if the economy was going to turn around. The women had become almost catty discussing their children’s various boyfriends and girlfriends, and how casually promiscuous the world had become. Sharon had been relieved when their conversation had turned to vacation spots. She wondered if the ****** might escape to Cancun or Nueva Vallarta for some sun at spring break. Most of an hour had passed, and when one of the other women, a too thin bottle blonde named Connie complained she was too full to think about dessert, Sharon was relieved. The center table, piled with sliced cake and pie, augmented by serving stations for ice cream sundaes and bananas foster, seemed too decadent to skip, but she had no room to consider eating.
The table rose and returned to the ballroom where Sharon spent a delightful hour dancing and laughing with Chris. Between dances they continued to drink and talk to the other party goers. Sharon had been relieved the BZ seemed to be intentionally keeping their distance, except to keep both she and Chris’ glasses full, and they were obviously doing that for everyone present. As they sought out a table to break after the band had completed a set at just about 11PM, Connie and her husband, who seemed to think Chris was a new friend, invited them back to enjoy dessert. Sharon opted for the bananas while Chris grabbed cake, making sure to get some ice cream as well.
Before they were finished, Kelly appeared with Lisa in tow, and after introducing Chris to ‘another of the BZ Sisters’ the girls sat with the four older party goers. They seemed oblivious to Sharon’s concern that something inappropriate would be said, talking happily about what they had done during break, and the classes they were going to be taking, and how much fun the evening had been. Connie and Holden, her husband, eventually excused themselves. Sharon checked Chris’ watch again, surprised to see that it was almost 1120. She mentioned they should go back into the main ballroom, and Chris agreed, but when they stood up, Lisa and Kelly each grabbed one of Sharon’s husband’s arms, and Kelly insisted he come along with them, telling him only that she ‘had a surprise for him. Sharon started to protest, but just then Shaun appeared, draping an arm around her shoulder in a manner that seemed far too comfortable. She stiffened, refusing to say anything that might draw her husband’s attention to the situation, and watching helplessly as the other young women swayed down the hall with her husband.
“Where are they going?” she asked Shaun, who shrugged, assuring her he had no idea, and then after checking that they had turned the corner and were out of sight, dipping his head to give Sharon a peck on the cheek. She blushed, looking around, wondering what Connie would say if she saw. Shaun affected a hurt look.
“You don’t like it when I kiss you?” he teased, too loudly, Sharon thought. Her eyes widened and she scanned the surrounding revelers again.
“No!” she blushed, aware that just that peck had her so hot she was practically dripping. She bit her lip at the sudden thought that he could take her somewhere in the back and…
“I just figured I had better get my new year’s kiss now, since you’ll be with hubby,” Shaun said with a wink. He withdrew his arm, and Sharon had to struggle to keep herself from snuggling against the big frat member. “I’d better go find my date,” he continued with a frown, then winked at Sharon, “Have to have a stand in until my best BZ Bitch is back at school.” He gave the surprised white housewife another lingering kiss before she could react, then headed out a different door from Chris and the girls.
To Be Concluded, 15D part 4
Chapter 15D: the Ball
original author, Scipio
continuation: RogueAlan
Part D
Sharon hurried, intent on returning to the parking lot, where she assumed one or the other of the BZ and BZ prospect would have a car. For a moment she envisioned their asking she and Kelly to ensnare the poor women who had been taking such good care of them. She was surprised when Dave caught her elbow at the intersecting corridor, keeping her from turning toward the parking lot. He guided Sharon on forward through the unfinished portion of the wide shopping concourse. She had not passed two store fronts before she realized there were men working inside. The noise of their tools and the low buzz of conversation reached her ears. She looked at the men guiding her down the empty hall, wondering if they would really make her service a big group of strangers with less than two hours before she was to be on her way to the party.
Biting her lip, she knew Dave would do just that… and that she would enjoy doing it, too. “Think this will do?” Trevor asked, catching Sharon’s skirt just below her ass and starting to lift. She swatted his hand without turning around. “People will see us!” she hissed.
“So what?” Dave smiled, “If they do they’ll just be jealous of what we get to enjoy.” Sharon blushed, aware that Trevor had already deftly lifted the dress more than halfway to her ass.
“I can’t do this! I have to get home,” Sharon argued.
“Well, I guess if you want me to be doing this to Lisa, instead,” Trevor shrugged, “I mean, that’d be fine with me… You’re shit hot but I’ve had you… I bet she’ll be a quick study… might even be better than her mother.”
“No!” Sharon spun toward the football star. “We had a deal. I told you to stay away from Lisa.” Trevor snorted.
“Well, she didn’t get the message. And I’m horny. And it’s New Year’s Eve. So unless you’re going to take care of me…” Sharon bit her lip, but she knew she was trapped. And her body was eager to let him have his way again. She looked down, seeing that he’d rolled her skirt so that her thong was fully exposed in front and back… she was essentially naked if any of the construction workers had looked out onto the concourse.
“That’ll be perfect,” Dave chuckled, pointing at a saw horse in the far side of the long hall at the next intersecting corridor. The hall was short beyond, and Sharon guessed it was where patrons would go into the casino. It was farther from the workers she could see through the glass less than six feet away, but it was also directly under a sky light, making the saw horse look like some obscene prop for sex show. Her body responded exactly as she had spent the last weeks training it to do, begging for attention.
“We could use that alcove,” she pointed to the shadowed entrance across the hall, a shop that was awaiting construction. The young men ignored her, leading her quickly across, Trevor pushing her over the cross bar after kicking the saw horse ninety degrees. She was left with her ass pointed away from the salon, her body in profile to anyone who might look out while they were working. With a tug Trevor tore the crotch of her thong, rolling the waistband higher on her waist, using it to pin her dress up, leaving her nude from the waist down, positioned lewdly, her bottom inviting anyone to use her.
“Smell that,” he taunted, “She’s so wet this whole center’s gonna smell like sex.” Sharon groaned as he emphasized his point by pushing two fingers knuckles deep into her bare sex.
“You trying to pretend you aren’t hot, little bitch?” Dave taunted her. Sharon twitched her hips, wanting more. She shook her head, “No… God I’m so hot,” she admitted, part of her aware that she had been since leaving the party Christmas eve, “I need to cum so badly,” she bit her lip, trying to control her breathing and stay quiet as Zeke went on teasing her dripping sex, “I jut thought we should be careful.”
“Oh, the slut doesn’t like to perform?” Trevor asked, pulling his fingers out of her, leaving Sharon wanting contact even more. She shook her head, “No! I like to perform, but we could get arrested.”
“Oh I don’t think that’s much of a risk,” Dave said stepping up and unzipping. Sharon did not need to be told what to do, she reached forward, pulling his cock free, then brought it to her mouth. The frat member sighed and let her work on his swelling tool for a minute. “They might whistle… might wanna join in, but I ain’t met a hard hat yet didn’t enjoy watching naked women.” He had begun to tweak Sharon’ nipples through her dress as he spoke, and within a minute Sharon knew she would have let them fuck her on the wall of the War Memorial on July 4th if they had wanted. “Good job, little bitch,” he added less than a moment later, pulling his fully engorged, ever impressive black cock from her mouth. “Now what should I do with this?” he taunted.
“Fuck me!” Sharon panted, “I need it, daddy.” Dave moved around her, setting several cameras he had pulled from his pockets to catch the action, “Zeke was telling me about the new trick you learned.” Sharon blushed at the memory. “I don’t know what happened,” she told him, “I left before it really got out of hand. Trevor chuckled. Stepping forward, he impaled her before she knew he had opened his pants. She arched her back, bracing her hands and lower abdomen against the crossbar of the saw horse as she whined, certain everyone in the building could hear her.
“Start like this,” Trevor husked, and Sharon nodded, thinking he was talking to her. “Then you just do what I told you.” Sharon blinked, her focus on the big cock moving in and out of her wet and hungry sex.
“Show me,” Dave said. A moment later Trevor caught Sharon under the arm, and after groping her rigid nipple for several seconds, he shifted, catching the front of her shoulder and lifting her up. She raised a leg, not wanting him to slip out of her sex. Trevor set his hand against her belly low, the heel of his palm again just below her pubic bone. Sharon shook her head… She could not make a mess like this. Could not lose control. “Press here, then use your fuck you finger to get clitty singing,” Trevor‘s finger pressed against Sharon‘s clit, and she cried out… could not stop herself as the younger man slammed home repeatedly “OK, OK… let me try.” Sharon collapsed back onto the saw horse as Trevor pulled out of her, leaving her open drooling sex exposed to the air and anyone who had heard or who might have looked out. .
Dave stepped up behind her, easily pushing into her. He held himself there for a moment, then backed almost completely out, the broad head of his member stretching her inner lips. Sharon panted and whined, pressing back, bracing again on the saw horse. His hand dropped around her waist, putting pressure where she could feel the head of his cock thrusting against the front wall of her pussy. He massaged in a gentle circular pattern chuckling at the way Sharon’s breath caught, her body trembling visibly. He moved his third finger down, teased around her clit once… twice, and backed out of her hungry, buzzing cunt.
“No!” Sharon groaned, “Don’t stop!” She was aware of his finger working her clit incessantly, knew she was already so close to a climax… BANG, he slammed his length home, simultaneously applying pressure with hand and finger once again. Sharon screamed through her clenched teeth… she tried not to but couldn’t contain it. She keened again as she inhaled, her body still jerking, shifting the saw horse beneath her noisily. Her legs collapsed, her entire weight draped over the rough wood and impaled on Dave’s cock as he hammered in and out, laughing manically, “Yeah, man!” She was aware of the men slapping five, of Dave still pumping his cock in and out of her sex.
Looking down, she saw she was pouring fluids, clear liquid literally splashing the concrete floor below her. She gasped, aware that she could feel it squirting out of her, and totally unable to do anything to stop it. Fluid was rolling down her inner thighs, too, and she whimpered, wondering for a moment if Dave had ruptured her bladder. She blushed, then, remembering Zeke telling her it was not urine at all.
She knew her scream had to have been heard, even over the power tools the workers were using. For a few minutes she managed to stay balanced on the saw horse, body still twitching as the last of her climax ebbed away. She was embarrassed that she could hear her juices taper from a patter like rain to a drip, drip, drip. And she was aware of other sounds, by then… She told herself not to look, horrified at the thought of putting on a show in public for strangers, and immediately giggling at that prudish thought, considering what she and Kelly did several nights a week. Before she could stop herself, she pushed back and up, catching hold of the rail of the saw horse as she looked to her right. First all she saw were several work boots coated with sheetrock powder… Her eyes rose to meet the rapt gaze of the four men in the front row who were lined up watching her. She smiled automatically, even as she registered that there were at least another four or five behind them.
Without thinking, she moaned wantonly as Dave hit bottom, twitching her hips invitingly, putting on a show, in part for the audience, but mostly because having an audience was all that it took for her to be ready to cum again.
“Gonna fill her up,” Dave panted just then, “Use her mouth or it’ll be sloppy seconds.” Zeke moved around as Sharon managed to get her feet on the ground once again, unsure how long she had been the older BZ member’s fuck doll, afraid to look whether the construction workers were watching. She lifted her head, shaking it emphatically.
“No!” she managed, “Don’t cum in me! It isn’t safe!” Dave snorted, driving himself home again and holding himself buried as his jism began to pulse deep inside of Sharon’s still twitching sex. “Ahhh!” the used housewife whined, her body betraying her and shuddering into another climax as well, leaving her no will to resist Zeke’s big hands as he pulled her mouth onto his jutting cock, slick with her juices.
“Dumb Bitch,” Dave let go of her hip on one side, spanking her sharply, “Don’t be trying to lie, now… You don’t think we know you’ve been to see ol’ doc Brian? Once a BZ, always a BZ, little Bitch. Didn’t think we know he got you fixed up?” Sharon could not believe what she was hearing… how had she been so wrong about the doctor? “Don’t have to worry ‘bout no condoms now, do we?” Sharon managed to shake her head no, still certain that the doctor had been opposed to the frat‘s existence… But then how could he have betrayed her confidence… weren’t there laws against it? Zeke was really humping against her face, making it hard to breathe, much less think. She sucked at him hungrily, anxious to get him off, praying her dress was not ruined, and that they would not share her with the men now watching the lewd show she was putting on.
She gagged when the senior football star cut loose without warning, barely managing to choke his spend down without making a mess. He backed out slightly, and she obediently cleaned him off before he stepped away, slapping hands with Dave again as the older student went on riding her..
“Guess I’ll be too spent to put it to that hottie of a ********,” Trevor taunted her with an exaggerated yawn, “Or maybe not… just thinking about her is almost enough to get me going again.” Sharon wished she could remember what her kids plans for the holiday were, but when Chris has assured her they would be fine she had not asked. She blinked, realizing that Dave had pulled out, the last jet of his cum spattering her groin. Bracing with one hand on the saw horse, Sharon sat up, cupping her hand over her soaked privates, embarrassed at how she knew she looked. The two young black men were waving like they were in a parade, and Sharon blushed, realizing that not only had the construction workers seen what was going on, they’d come out for an up close show. Several were adjusting themselves, one of the men at the front actually unzipping, preparing to join in.
“Sorry she’s such a tease, guys, but that’s all for today,” Dave said, “Our Sharon here has other obligations. But don’t worry, gang, we’ll bring her back for a matinee some afternoon,” he assured them, “Think of it as a bonus from the boss.” He tossed a handful of glossy fliers onto the wet concrete, “In the meantime, Miss Sharon is a headliner at Snake Eyes out west… trust me, she’s worth the trip.” The workers cheered and clapped, and Sharon heard the various cat calls as her escorts caught her arms to lead her through the crowd toward the corridor leading back to the parking lot. Sharon struggled for a moment, aware her dress was still up, baring her ass and sex which she was still cupping, trying to keep more of their mingled fluids from oozing down her inner thighs.
What had her rooted in place, though, with almost a dozen strangers eyeing her hungrily, was the flyer… She could not get the images on the flyer out of her head… The front showed she and Kelly in a depraved 69 with the pole shining behind them. Beneath it was a graphic image of her putting out doggie style in the champagne room, the man‘s face thoroughly obscured. She bit back a cry of horror, wondering what photos were on the inside and back of the flyer Dave had so casually tossed onto the ground. She shivered at the though of Chris seeing one of them at work.
Dave had released her arm long enough to collect his cameras, and a moment later she let them lead her down the concourse toward the intersection with the path to the parking lot. The workers had moved up to grab the flyers, someone shouting a question after Dave… something about free drinks. She glanced back, relieved but also feeling a strange dismay that the men were heading back into the storefronts where they had working. Dave led the shaking still half nude housewife back toward the salon. Horrified at how she must look, Sharon hastily freed her dress from the band of her panties, letting it fall into place after scooping what jism and spoog she could into her free hand, holding it clear of the sequined fabric.
The guys laughed as she shook the mingled fluids off, spattering a wall and the concrete floor, and then reluctantly licked her hand clean. She wiped at her face, and then blushed, because they were in front of the clear glass entry door of the salon. She could see the expressions of the women she and Kelly had just met, Sharon’s attention moving to Kelly’s, relieved by the sympathy in her lover’s expression. “Thanks for helping with that memory stick,” Zeke smiled at the ladies, “Be sure to tell Scott and Mr. Sobel Happy New Years in case I don’t see them later.” She shivered violently once, an image of the big football player making Catherine twitch and pour her fluids onto the floor seeming so real it felt as if she was watching it happen. Dave interrupted the thought, patting her ass far too intimately, “Hope we got her back in time for her mani-pedi,” he told the women, then paused at the door as if thinking, “We just love surprising our BZ Sisters, and you love it, don’t you girls?” Sharon and Kelly nodded without hesitation, further amazing the already speechless beauticians. Sharon was pressing her knees tight together in an effort to keep from letting anymore leakage escape, sure that it would be obvious on her dress. She hobbled toward the back, stammering that she needed to use the ladies room, and relieved that no one said anything to delay her.
She cleaned herself up quickly enough, another skill borne of her work at the club, and after checking in the mirror over the sink convinced herself nothing was so obvious she could not think of something else for the women to say. Such thoughts were dashed by the conversation that was going on when she returned, taking a seat at the empty manicure table.
“… can’t believe that,” Margot, the perky redhead said, her eyes wide, “I would have never guessed.” She blushed prettily at Sharon’s return. Kelly laughed, “I was just telling our new friends how we enjoy some… perks being little sisters for the big jock frat.” Sharon smiled and nodded.
“They look out for us,” she said, “Even if sometimes they get a little too handsy.” Kelly snorted.
“So you’re not fucking them like Kelly does,” the almost plump brunette named Irene asked. Sharon choked on the swallow of the champagne she had been drinking, and Kelly and the other women laughed like it was the funniest thing they had ever seen. Wiping her mouth, Sharon glared at Kelly, aware of an almost need to snap at her young lover, and ******* that just a few days before she would already have been aggressively dressing the other woman down.
“Don’t blame her, honey,” the older blonde beautician whose nametag read Bobbi shook her head, sitting down across from Sharon and Kelly as the other women went to work on their nails, “When you leave looking as jumpy as a blonde at an NAACP rally, and five minutes later we hear someone wailing like she’s getting a royal screwing it’s easy enough math even for beauticians.” Sharon looked at Kelly in desperation.
“Was I that loud?” Sharon was thoroughly horrified. Kelly giggled.
“Made me want to go out and join in,” the young brunette admitted, shifting in her chair as if still aroused, “And when you came back looking so thoroughly satisfied, I almost tried to get them to go again.” Irene nodded as if to assure Sharon Kelly was telling the truth.
“So which was it?” Irene asked breathlessly, “The one with the big shoulders was cute.”
“Both,” Sharon answered without really thinking about it. The women sat back, shocked but obviously enthralled, as well.
“At once?” Margot whispered. Sharon nodded, biting her lip and winking at the pretty red head.
“You mean you haven’t?” She could not seem to help herself, enjoying the way the women were reacting. “You haven’t wondered what it would be like?”
“You mean sex with a black guy?” Irene asked.
“No, she means with two guys,” Bobbi said, rolling her eyes at Irene’s naivety.
“Hey, wait a minute,” Margot looked over at her older coworker, “you said a blonde at an NAACP rally… so spill, girl… You’ve danced this dance and never told us?” Irene nearly fell off of her stool she turned so fast to look at Bobbi. The too thin, too tan, too perfect woman raised a one shoulder.
“What’s to tell,” she said dismissively, “I thought every girl, experimented some in school.”
“But you were married in beauty school,” Irene said, “I mean…” Bobbi laughed, pointing at Sharon.
“She’s married now, honey…” Margot and Irene looked to Sharon’s hand, and Sharon found herself blushing, even as she waited to hear the other woman’s story. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them, right, honey?” Sharon shrugged.
“I don’t know about that,” the thought of Chris finding one of her DVD’s was enough to make Sharon shudder, “I didn’t exactly plan to be doing this.” Irene, Margot, and Bobbi… even Kelly seemed hungry to hear more, but Sharon shook her head and shrugged, “Not that I’m complaining,” she finished lamely. Bobbi offered a crooked smile.
“See, girls, that’s your answer… sometimes that’s all there is… sex can be amazing, and sometimes that’s what a girl wants.”
“I can’t believe you cheated on Dean,” Irene seemed distraught. Bobbi rolled her eyes.
“Irene, Dean cheated on me every chance he got… Why wouldn’t I do the same.”
“I’d never cheat,” Irene insisted.
“I wouldn’t act so certain,” Sharon smiled at the woman’s hurt expression, “I’m serious, I did not go to college thinking I would be sampling whatever the guys had to offer.”
“So how did you?” Margot asked quietly, catching hold of Sharon’s hand and going to work on her nails, “Oh, you have such pretty nails, why are you wearing these extensions?” Sharon let her eyes go to the door.
“I agree, they aren’t really my taste, but the members like them this way,” she smiled and went on, “At least I know my nails aren’t ruined if I ever go back to natural.” Margot’s fingers worked a file over the backs of Sharon’s nails, roughening the edges, but her eyes stayed locked on Sharon’s expectantly. Sharon shook her head, “I’m not really comfortable telling you what happened to me,” she said, “Don’t be offended, I wouldn’t tell anyone. It’s too embarrassing.”
“Too much beer, or too much weed, a party, dancing… then fooling around…” Sharon looked over at Bobbi in shock as the other woman snickered, “See, it isn’t so different from any of the rest of us who’ve experimented.”
“So you didn’t like it?” Kelly asked the older beautician. Bobbi rolled her eyes once again… it seemed to be her favorite response.
“Oh hell, girl, I loved it… Couldn’t get enough. Cost me a scholarship in college,” she glared briefly at Irene, “I wasn’t always going to be a hairdresser. Almost cost me a marriage to a man I love but haven’t always been able to trust.” She looked at her own immaculate nails, “I just had to remember that cumming so hard I squalled like a cat getting it from the big ol’ Tom in the alley wasn’t as important as having a home and a life I enjoy.” The women were quiet after that, Sharon studiously NOT looking at Kelly in case her young lover was worried she might make the same choice. She wished she could make that choice, even as she wondered if she really would make that decision if she did not have hundreds… by now thousands of photos displaying what a total slut she had become, not to mention the various videos and loops and internet files. Shivering at the memory of how hard Dave and Zeke had made her cum, Sharon Sobel wondered if there was no possible blackmail insuring her position as a BZ Bitch, whether she would not still be driving to Go’s to shake her ass and spread her legs for strangers…
I’d love to find out what it’s like,” Margot almost whispered, and after a moment, all of the women laughed. And laughed. When they had finally calmed, Sharon patted the red head’s hand and smiled warmly.
“I’m sure they’d love to show you, too,” she told the young woman, “You’re quite beautiful.” Margot blushed, but her eyes stayed on Sharon’s.
“Seriously?” she giggled, “I mean, you’re amazing, beautiful and sexy… and confident… I just don’t know how I’d react.”
“Leave me a card, and I’ll invite you to one of our parties,” Kelly suggested, and Sharon wondered that her first thought was to encourage it, not to warn the young woman off. Sipping at another flute of champagne, at least her fourth, she considered briefly, Sharon pondered her reaction as the women talked about past conquests and nights with ‘the one’ who had not after all been that goal. She did not really listen and certainly did not contribute until Margot giggled after tipping her chair back and helping Sharon to put her heels up on the table, a strange but efficient way to do the mani-pedi, Sharon had thought upon finding herself reclining.
“God, they took your panties?” the red head asked in shock? Sharon blinked, then laughed at the younger woman’s surprise, pulling her dress high enough to prove to all that she was indeed still wearing panties… just very tiny panties. “What does hubby say about those?” Bobbi asked with an almost sneer. Sharon shrugged.
“Oh he thinks they’re sexy… He thanked you for helping me to dress more like this, didn’t he, Kel?” Kelly nodded. “Besides, it’s not the biggest change,” Sharon did not catch herself in time, and the women-- including the jaded blonde-- demanded to know what she meant. Sharon chose not to mention the piercings, except for her tongue which the stuck out defiantly, laughing at the disbelief in all three beauticians’ responses. “I have some new ink, too,” she added, waving her ankle as demonstration, “I didn’t have any tattoos before I went to school.” She smoothed her dress down over her legs, “I certainly wasn’t in this kind of shape.”
“Lie!” Kelly interjected, “Sharon was in amazing shape from the day I met her… I thought she was a few years older, but I never imagined she had a ******** only a year younger than I am.” Sharon smiled at the compliment, “And of course I didn’t do anything like what I… well, like what I just did out in the mall in front of a dozen strangers.”
That clearly shocked the women, who had assumed Dave and Zeke had simply enjoyed her in a shadowed unoccupied portion of the mall. Sharon wound up answering several questions, and Bobbi observed that the women should leave together at close in case Sharon’s little show had left some of the workers anxious to find someone to similarly enjoy. Sharon was shocked at the thought and apologized, but the blonde waved it away, pointing out only that ‘all men were pigs’ before adding that she was sure just seeing a woman was all that it would take for some of the men working at the casino development. Sharon found herself wishing she knew more about Bobbi’s life, wondering if she could find some key to somehow regaining control of her own.
It was after 5PM when Kelly and Sharon were done, sporting matching glossy metallic ‘ruby’ red nail polish on fingers and toes, and clearly related braided ‘up do’s.’ Sharon paid the women a handsome tip, relieved to have other women who weren’t BZ Sisters know at least some of what she was doing behind Chris’ back, without being judgmental about it. She knew Chris would have a stroke if he ever learned the truth, but it left her wondering what her friends would think.
That reminded her that her friends had completely ignored her throughout the break. She resolved to track Madolen or Linda down the next weekend she was back to find out why she had been treated like that; they certainly were not all out of town for the entire holiday break…
Kelly collected the women’s cards, promising they would be back, though with school it might be awhile, she warned. As Sharon made sure they had everything, she watched her lithe young lover provide the women with cards of her own. “In case you decide you want to take a walk on the wild side,” she told Margot with a wink. Sharon was surprised that Kelly had business cards… she certainly did not, but then again, she would not have wanted to have to explain them to Chris if she did, considering the images she had seen on the flyers Dave had left out in the mall.
Arm in arm, the blonde housewife and her brunette dance partner and lover skipped to the car, Kelly reminding the tipsy older woman she was ‘too gone to drive.’ Giggling, Sharon reminded Kelly that was what New Year’s Eve was all about, adding that she was glad Dave had found them, to giver her a New Year’s climax a little early. Laughing together, the women retraced their route, and were right on time according to Chris, who climbed behind the wheel of Sharon’s big SUV and after handing each of the women a fresh drink, mixed from the recipe Kelly had provided, he backed out of the drive and headed for their destination, repeating that Sharon was going to be surprised.
Kelly reminded Chris of his wanting it to be a surprise, and then along with Sharon she donned the blindfolds he had brought along, insisting that he wanted to keep it a secret as long as possible. Sharon knew it was a long drive, but everyone was talking about the fun already through the break, keeping her distracted. The drink helped, along with Sharon’s very conscious effort not to mention any of the fun she had enjoyed without her husband. She had hoped to be able to run inside to freshen up, considering what Dave and Trevor had done to her, but she soon enough relaxed about that and concentrated on not slipping up as she laughed with Kelly and her husband.
At one point, Kelly asked if Chris had ever smoked weed, and he shrugged, explaining that during college his roommate had, but that he had never gotten more than a ‘contact high.’ Kelly nodded her understanding about that, while Sharon asked why she had never heard that story before. Laughing, Chris assured her it had just never been a big deal, and he had known she was opposed to people doing recreational drugs. Kelly barely contained herself at that, and when Chris asked why she thought that was so funny, the young brunette told him that one of her friends had brought some around the last semester, along with a bong. He asked if they had smoked, and Kelly admitted that she had. Obviously surprised, Chris asked Sharon if she had tried it. Sharon shrugged, telling him she had not meant to, but that there‘d been so much smoke in the air that after awhile it hadn’t seemed like any big deal. Kelly laughed, telling Sharon‘s husband that she had been such a ‘lightweight’ she had quickly passed out and the other girls had carried her off to bed.
Sharon was puzzled when Chris asked Kelly if she thought there would be weed at the party, and Kelly laughed, saying she thought someone always had weed at school, but adding she assumed adult parties did not include such party favors. When Kelly asked Chris if he would want to try it for real, Sharon was amazed to hear her husband admit that he would. She giggled at the image of the three of them sitting in the master bedroom at home, passing around her bong.
She giggles, leaning heavily against Chris, who teasingly accused her of getting ***** on the way to the ball, when they finally stopped, parking she was sure in a garage she assumed downtown. Kelly told them she would get the bags, but Chris insisted they stay together, and so Sharon let her husband lead her down a long carpeted hall. They paused while he fiddled with something… a key card, Sharon realized, understanding that they were in a hotel. Giggling, she asked if Kelly had a room of her own, and Chris paused, obviously surprised that she knew they were in a hotel, and as obviously having not considered that.
“Is your blindfold on?” he asked crossly, and Sharon lifted her chin to prove that it was.
“I still don’t know what hotel, lover,” she pointed out. Kelly giggled, then assured them that she hoped to have some company to enjoy the new year. Though she was surprised by that, and the thought of slipping into Kelly’s room to give both of her lovers a proper New Year had already crossed Sharon’s mind, she did not react.
“It’s a suite,” Chris added defensively, “She can have the pull out couch.”
“I guess I’ll just have to be quiet,” Sharon said, laughing at the way Chris stiffened in her arm, obviously embarrassed at such talk in front of Kelly. She pouted that Kelly was not wearing her blindfold, and Chris admitted that the younger woman had helped him to arrange things. Sharon was terribly tempted to peek, but happily let her husband lead the way further down the corridor and onto the elevator. “How do I look?” she asked seriously, hoping they were alone and that the blindfold had not messed her make up or hair.
“You’re beautiful,” both Chris and Kelly said, then laughed at the gaff. Sharon was pleased, even as she wondered that the elevator was not one of the high speed number she expected if they were going up to the revolving restaurant at the top of the nicest hotel downtown. Instead they were going down, the car beeping each floor along the way. The bell chimed after only four floors.
“Get her blindfold,” Kelly warned, and Sharon smiled, leaning forward to kiss her husband when he quickly took it off of her. He smiled at her.
“Happy New Years, baby!” and the doors slid open. Sharon gasped, seeing her friends from home were there waiting. Chris or Kelly must have texted them. She rushed off of the elevator to begin hugging the women, all of whom she could immediately tell were at least tipsy.
Linda nearly collapsed on her, gushing, “Oh I’m so glad you’re here, I can’t believe this… you should have told us, it’s amazing…” Before someone pulled her away. Jennifer, Sharon realized, amazed that the usually rigid older woman was clearly *****, as well.
“You,” the woman blinked, then looked over, seeing Chris standing beside her. She shook her head, opened her mouth, closed it once again, and leaned in, kissing Sharon not on the cheek as the housewife expected, but full on the lips. Sharon tasted gin and something familiar that she could not place. She laughed when her obviously ***** friend stepped back, a crooked smile on her face, “I’ll have to find you at New Years,” she slurred, and then one of the other women was ushering her away, “To the bar!” was the last thing Sharon heard Jennifer demand.
Madolen seemed about to fly off, she was so brief in her hug, only a ghost of a smile on her face before she moved on, leaving Sharon worrying about her friend. She was more concerned when Dorothy offered a long and seemingly knowing gaze and an even longer hug before pecking Sharon’s cheek, whispering, “We’ll talk soon,” and moving off into the swirling crowd. Her friend was anything but vivacious and bubbly, and on a day custom designed for the redhead to be the life of the party.
Only Rhonda seemed anything like Sharon expected. Catching Sharon’s arm, the shorter woman pulled Sharon away from Chris and the others into the other revelers.
“Tell me you had no idea about this,” she said. Sharon blinked, assuming her friend meant the party.
“I swear,” she laughed, “Chris had me completely surprised… I don’t even know where we are.” Rhonda clenched her teeth and shook her head once, then sighed, managing a smile.
“I knew it,” she said more to herself than Sharon, “Jennifer insisted you knew, not that I guess it matters, but it would be sort of shitty to do that to us, even though…” Sharon blinked in puzzlement as her friend blushed, “I can understand now why you’re anxious for next semester.” Sharon nodded, even though they had not talked at all since the Thanksgiving break. Nothing was making sense. Rhonda hugged her again, fiercely, “Hang in there,” she said, “We’ll talk soon.” She was gone before Sharon could ask where Rhonda’s date was. Dazed at the strange behavior of her friends more than happy to have them at the same party, Sharon retraced her steps, looking for Chris.
She gasped, when she came around a knot of people to find Kelly introducing Dave and Sean to Chris. Her husband shook the younger men’s’ hands, speaking to them with a broad smile, then looking about, his eyes coming to rest on her. His smile grew, as did the smiles of her other lovers behind him, except Dave and Sean’s were more clearly leers.
The room seemed to spin, and Sharon wondered if she was having a dream. Instead, Chris came up, catching her in his arm and beaming down at her.
“Kelly was just introducing me to some of the frat members you have been tutoring and helping out,” he said, obviously proud of her, “I had never heard about the ‘mini-Manhattan’ party here, and when Kelly mentioned it I thought you’d be surprised…” Sharon managed a smile, pulling Chris down and kissing him fiercely, knowing that the pair who had so deftly ensnared her were watching. She was angry at Kelly for putting Chris in such direct contact with them, and more angry at herself for being quite possibly hornier than she had been Christmas day with the drug fueled arousal. What was wrong with her?!
“If you want to go back to the room I’ll show you how happy I am right now, baby,” she whispered, hoping Chris would want to do just that. He stepped back, accepting a drink that Dave had offered and laughing.
“Kelly told me how to make these,” he looked over, beaming at the younger woman, “They’re a little sweet for me, but I can see how they’d keep the co-eds coming to your parties.” Dave nodded.
“Yeah,” he agreed, “We can get you some good scotch if you’d rather… Don’t let them give you the black label shit… Tell him you know there’s a bottle of blue label behind the bar.” Chris was obviously impressed with that, but he did not relinquish his glass. Sharon found herself wondering if Chris would soon be grinding half naked with some strange girl on the ballroom floor. She looked around, wondering who else was at the party, because the ballroom was really packed. Sean and Dave were both wearing black turtlenecks and slacks, and she realized they were working as wait staff, even though she did not think they really had jobs outside of the frat.
As she looked around, she saw several of the other members were doing a passable job carrying snack trays and drinks. Some of the BZ Bitches were also working the crowd, which was composed almost entirely of older couples.
Samir paused in front of her, a tray of champagne flutes proffered. She took one, thanking him, then offering a momentary glare at the impertinent way the young man eyed her up and down. Laughing, he moved on through the crowd as Sharon gulped down half of the bubbly liquor, still trying to come to some understanding of what was happening.
“Where are we?” Sharon whispered to Chris when she found him, talking to some people she had never met. He introduced her to ‘some of the boosters,’ adding that his wife was actually a student, a freshman, and smiling broadly as the women showed immediate interest, asking Sharon if she was enjoying being back at school. Sharon smiled, assuring them she was, and thanking them for helping the school out. After listening to conversations about the market, home decoration, and the prospects for the basketball team for the year, the other couples finally moved on, and Sharon was able to get Chris’ attention.
“Baby,” she insisted, “Where are we?”
“At school,” he said, seemingly puzzled she did not know. Sharon shook her head. “You blindfolded me, remember?” Chris brow furrowed, and she worried that his drink really had him on the way to becoming a BZ Bastard, but then he laughed. Catching her hand, Chris led her across the ballroom and out into the hall, he pointed to the big photos lining the hall, and that quickly Sharon knew. They truly were back at school, in the hotel across the street from the campus, directly across from the Union. It was part of the school, managed by students in the hotel business classes, and serviced by other students in various schools, a sort of real world experience, the proof of its success the annual profits that the hotel returned to the school.
Before she could suggest again that they simply go back to the room to enjoy New Years together in bed, Chris pulled her down the hall, explaining as he went that he had heard the buffet was amazing. Sharon blinked, checking his watch because she was not wearing one and her phone was presumably back in their suite. It was not yet 9:30. She had not stopped to think how long it had been since she had eaten, and realized as they entered another smaller ball room where two lines of long tables were stocked with food that she really was very hungry. The spread was truly amazing… She paused at the appetizer table, where chilled jumbo shrimp, chicken skewers, and a veggie spread with dill and ranch based dips looked untouched despite the crowd. She fixed a plate, then followed Chris to a round table where they sat with four other couples-- more boosters, she learned quickly. Chris and the men happily talked about the prospects that the basketball team would make the ‘Dance’ in March. The women chatted about shopping and the latest Housewives reality television show and their kids.
As a group the table went back up and she returned with a large salad. Their drinks had been refilled; she smiled and spoke to several of the BZ who were circulating, serving drinks and busing dishes, and making sure to introduce them to her husband. She was preoccupied with the thought of one of the football players coming up to ask her to perform her BZ Sisterly duty, and more distracted wondering what she would do if that happened; the mental image of her dropping to her knees in front of her husband and the table of relative strangers to slurp a college student’s cock into her mouth was outrageous, but it also left her with a decided flush of arousal.
She trailed Chris back for the main course, seeing twice baked potatoes, almond green beans, and rice pilaf, as well as and pork loin, salmon fillets, and filet medallions, as well as prime rib. She giggled as her husband, obviously tipsy, debated between the molasses rolls and garlic poppy buns at the far end of the table. She handled the situation by putting one of each onto his plate. Her own plate was nearly bare, just a small piece of salmon, a serving of the beans, and one of the poppy rolls. Despite having more big meals during the break, she had simply gotten used to eating little, and the salad and appetizers had left her uncomfortably full.
As before, their glasses had been freshened up while they were in line, and Sharon tried to count how much she had had to drink when they sat back down… There had been champagne flutes, and strangely there were not water glasses at the table, but the white wine was cold and sweet and she had even found the red wine sufficiently fruity she could drink it, and the men seemed unsurprised that their various scotch or whiskey tumblers were never empty, so she stopped trying to count. She knew she was well on her way to being *****, and giggled, seeing that Chris was ahead of her. It was a good thing they had a hotel room, and the others at their table were already more ***** than she or her husband.
The conversation had wandered through politics and ‘the war,’ to the cost of gas and when or if the economy was going to turn around. The women had become almost catty discussing their children’s various boyfriends and girlfriends, and how casually promiscuous the world had become. Sharon had been relieved when their conversation had turned to vacation spots. She wondered if the ****** might escape to Cancun or Nueva Vallarta for some sun at spring break. Most of an hour had passed, and when one of the other women, a too thin bottle blonde named Connie complained she was too full to think about dessert, Sharon was relieved. The center table, piled with sliced cake and pie, augmented by serving stations for ice cream sundaes and bananas foster, seemed too decadent to skip, but she had no room to consider eating.
The table rose and returned to the ballroom where Sharon spent a delightful hour dancing and laughing with Chris. Between dances they continued to drink and talk to the other party goers. Sharon had been relieved the BZ seemed to be intentionally keeping their distance, except to keep both she and Chris’ glasses full, and they were obviously doing that for everyone present. As they sought out a table to break after the band had completed a set at just about 11PM, Connie and her husband, who seemed to think Chris was a new friend, invited them back to enjoy dessert. Sharon opted for the bananas while Chris grabbed cake, making sure to get some ice cream as well.
Before they were finished, Kelly appeared with Lisa in tow, and after introducing Chris to ‘another of the BZ Sisters’ the girls sat with the four older party goers. They seemed oblivious to Sharon’s concern that something inappropriate would be said, talking happily about what they had done during break, and the classes they were going to be taking, and how much fun the evening had been. Connie and Holden, her husband, eventually excused themselves. Sharon checked Chris’ watch again, surprised to see that it was almost 1120. She mentioned they should go back into the main ballroom, and Chris agreed, but when they stood up, Lisa and Kelly each grabbed one of Sharon’s husband’s arms, and Kelly insisted he come along with them, telling him only that she ‘had a surprise for him. Sharon started to protest, but just then Shaun appeared, draping an arm around her shoulder in a manner that seemed far too comfortable. She stiffened, refusing to say anything that might draw her husband’s attention to the situation, and watching helplessly as the other young women swayed down the hall with her husband.
“Where are they going?” she asked Shaun, who shrugged, assuring her he had no idea, and then after checking that they had turned the corner and were out of sight, dipping his head to give Sharon a peck on the cheek. She blushed, looking around, wondering what Connie would say if she saw. Shaun affected a hurt look.
“You don’t like it when I kiss you?” he teased, too loudly, Sharon thought. Her eyes widened and she scanned the surrounding revelers again.
“No!” she blushed, aware that just that peck had her so hot she was practically dripping. She bit her lip at the sudden thought that he could take her somewhere in the back and…
“I just figured I had better get my new year’s kiss now, since you’ll be with hubby,” Shaun said with a wink. He withdrew his arm, and Sharon had to struggle to keep herself from snuggling against the big frat member. “I’d better go find my date,” he continued with a frown, then winked at Sharon, “Have to have a stand in until my best BZ Bitch is back at school.” He gave the surprised white housewife another lingering kiss before she could react, then headed out a different door from Chris and the girls.
To Be Concluded, 15D part 4
