How NOT to Stop a Gangbang

It surprises me sometimes how goddamned vain I am. I actually felt proud when I realized that she was considering me an A-list girl. "What would I have to do?"

"Easy-peasey deary. It's just a group of Japanese businessmen. They're far from home and very lonely. They meet once a month and party. They just like to have a naked girl there to admire when they feel the need to, ah, pleasure themselves."

"If they're homesick wouldn't they want a Japanese girl?"

"They ain't gonna be looking at your face too much kiddo," she said with a wry smile. "Besides you're very pretty and I think they'll dig your, ah,naturalred hair." She nodded towards my snatch as she said "natural".

"Shit," I said, considering it. This whole plan was turning out to be a much bigger pain in the ass than I anticipated (literally!). But looking back on how far I'd gone I realized I might as well see it through.

"OK," I said. "Where do you need me to go?"

"I won't know until later honey. Call me at five," she said, handing me a card. "I'll clue you in then."

***

I got back from lunch twenty minutes late and got an annoyed look from my boss as I went back to my cubical to fret the afternoon away and worry about what I was getting myself into. It was a long fucking afternoon too. My ass was sore from getting my butt cherry popped by Ernie and each minute in my chair was torture. Plus I was also wildly horny. I hadn't come during my "audition" and I was still pretty hot. If I wasn't already in trouble for absenteeism I would have left for the day. But I was, so I didn't.

I was digging around in my purse for some Motrin of Advil or something to ease the ache in my ass when I remembered the envelope of money Sheila had put in my purse. Curious, I opened it up. There was a hundred and twenty dollars in there.Great, I thought,I'm now officially a whore; and a cheap whore at that.

I felt a little sick.

"Early wedding present?" asked a voice behind me. It was Beth; Beth the dyke.

Beth was a short haired, pants suit wearing, Toyota pick-up truck driving lez who'd had a thing for me since we attended our initial employee orientation together. She'd hinted propositions to me over the years and I'd made out with her at the office Christmas party, but she finally seemed to have got the hint and had become just another work friend.

"Yeah, uh, wedding..." I replied idiotically. I'm glad she provided the answer to her own question because my mind was so full of visions of Asian guys ogling me and stroking their cocks that I might have just blurted out "Oh I'm letting guys sodomize me for cash now."

"That's cool," Beth replied lamely.

That's when I noticed Beth was wearing a skirt. A Skirt! Beth never, never, never wore a dress or skirt; much less one that showed her knees. Obviously this was big news. "You're wearing a fucking skirt!" I observed with all due surprise.

The guy in the next cubical, a zombie-eyed Born-Again Christian asshole named Gary, cleared his throat in disapproval of my saucy vocabulary. I rolled my eyes and Beth giggled quietly.

"Yeah," she said, blushing like a school girl. I saw then that her fire for me still burned. "I thought, since you are getting married in a few days, we could go out for a couple of drinks. You know, a girls night out," she said putting little air quotes around "girls night out" with her long, big knuckled fingers.

As puppy-love-struck Beth stood there smiling dopily at me I saw a way out of my current predicament, or at least one of my current predicaments, since I seemed to have been collecting predicaments lately. Casually I said, "Hey, I was going to head to the ladies room, you wanna come along?"

Of course she did. I suggested we go use the toilets on the fifth floor, since they're cleaner. And they were cleaner too, but mostly because the entire call center had been laid off and the only people left on five were the programming group and that department was a total sausage-fest. So, when we got there we had the place to ourselves.

"Looks like we have the place to ourselves," I said.

"Yeah," said Beth. She was looking at me with those big hazel doe eyes of hers. If she'd taken out sparkly flags and done a little "I Want To Eat Your Pussy At Least Once Before You Get Married And I Lose You Forever" dance, her desires couldn't have been clearer.

I loitered by the door. As Beth looked at me I reached back and clicked shut the deadbolt. Beth's eyebrows shot up into her bangs. The timid hope in her face made her look genuinely pretty. "I was just thinking..." I said.

"Yeah?"

"I'm getting married soon, and my single days will be over."

"Yeah?"

"Well, I'm not having a bachelorette party or anything and, well, I thought since we've been pretty close since we started working here, we might, you know, party," I said like it was just occurring to me. It was a lie, of course. We'd never been close. But since I was intending to use poor Beth for an easy orgasm I'd decided to lead her on.

Beth was visibly struggling to keep her hope muted. Biting her lip, she said, "Umm, party how?"

Looking her in the eye, I stepped up close to her. She melted as my tits brushed her blouse. "Oh comeon, Beth," I said breathily. "Use your imagination."

She rocketed into me. Her tongue was down my throat; her hands were all over my ass, up under my shirt and squeezing my tits. In her clumsy rush to get my shirt open and my skirt off I was worried she was going rip my clothes to shreds. I had to coo softly to her to slow down and cooing softly isn't something that comes natural to me. I think she was worried I might change my mind.

With my help she got me stripped and up on the faux agate counter top in pretty short order. I had hoped to only remove my panties so she could eat me out and I could be on my way, but she really, really wanted access to the whole playground. I'm glad she was so fucking persistent because Beth knew her way around a woman's body. Her skill as she gently chewed my nipples, licked my body from jaw line to inner thigh and sucked on my clit while fucking me with her index and middle fingers sent me over the edge not once, but twice. I was left a pleased puddle of hot redhead when she finally and reluctantly pulled her pussy smeared face from between my legs and gave me a sweet sloppy grin.

But then she said, "My turn." And I realized that, in my horny desperation I hadn't really thought this whole thing through.

If you feel the need to comment that not thinking thing through seems to be a defining characteristic of mine, well, you can just hold your goddamned breath.

I don't know why, but I had assumed I wouldn't have to reciprocate. But as Beth stepped back and began pulling off her clothes I realized I was in a bind. Sure I'd kissed a few girls in my day, especially at a parties with half a dozen tequila shots in me and hot guys egging me on, and sure, I'd scissored and fingered with my cousin Jo Anne one boring night at her parents lake cabin after some local kids got us high, but pussy eating is something I had avoided successfully for all of my twenty three years and I wasn't eager to dive into it now. But Beth looked so happy and so hopeful I just couldn't say no as she climbed up on the counter next to me and opened her thin chicken legs to display her specially trimmed bush and distended, dripping wet lips.What the hell, I thought as she looked down at her ready pussy and then back at me.Can't be any worse than eating a dick straight out of my ass,I thought.

And you know what? It wasn't too bad. Obviously she was an optimistic dyke because not only had she "trimmed the garden" and shaved her legs right up past her panty line but she had apparently douched with some kind of tasty blend of lavender and jasmine in anticipation for my hoped-for visit. So my unease evaporated as I settled in to do my duty.

I'd had some crappy cunnilingus in my time but you have to give men some slack because they don't have the same equipment and they aren't very imaginative besides. But for a woman, well, it's pretty obvious what feels good down there, so I did a damn fine job. I tugged at her pussy lips with my mouth, I licked and probed her hole, I flicked and prodded her clit with my tongue as I played with her little mosquito bite A-cup tits. All the while Beth gulped and purred like a happy kitten drowning in catnip flavored milk. She was so turned on her pussy drool started squirting, actuallysquirting, all over my freckly face. Soon it was dripping from my chin and running in little rivulets down my neck and chest. When she came after just a few minutes I was almost disappointed it was over. But I broke up the party anyway because we were on the clock and I didn't want anyone wondering what happened after seeing me wandered off with the office lesbo.

We helped each other clean up because we were both pretty well basted in each others' broth. Facing each other naked and filthy, we washed each others' skin with hand soap and paper towels. Beth lingered on every inch of my body and kept trying to start things up again. Eventually I was actually pushing her away. She was like a famished beast.

"Please, let's go out to dinner tonight," Beth begged. "Just once."

"I'm sorry, Beth, I have things I have to do."

She looked so sad, like her sweet little dream was over. I felt oddly crappy. I didn't think that using her and throwing her away like I did would cause me to feel like such a jerk, but it did. Usually I don't get so sentimental about these things.

***

I called Chuck at quarter to five and told him I was going out with Beth from work so I wouldn't be around tonight.

"Isn't she the lesbian?" he asked. I caught a thread of faint hope in his voice. Men are all perverts.

"No," I said. "Different Beth."

After getting off the phone I called Sheila. She sounded relieved that I'd phoned as promised. She told me where to go and gave me directions. The "event" was at some hotel up by the airport.

"And honey, dress young," Sheila said.

"What?"

"You go to Catholic school?"

"Actually, yeah."

"Uniform still fit?"

"How the hell should I know?"

"Well, if it does, wear that. If not... just dress young."

"And what do I need to do again?" I asked. I was feeling very anxious.

"Just show up,dressed young, undressslooooowly, suck a few dicks, let them jack off and you're done."

"Wait," I said. "I thought you said there was no touching. I thought they were just going to leer at me and circle jerk."

"I never said that."

"I have to give head now?"

"Honey, for the amount of money they're paying you gotta expect to suck some cock."

"Fuck." I was thinking furiously. Did she deceive me or did I deceive myself? So much weird shit had happened that day I wasn't even sure. "Well, OK."

"That's a good girl. Just try to enjoy yourself and call me when you're done."

"Ok... Bye."

"Oh, sweetie one last thing."

"Yeah"

"Dress young."

"Yeah. Young," I said and hung up. I felt sick. What the hell was I getting myself into? I leaned back in my chair to gulp some air and wait for my panic attack to pass when I saw Gary, my Christian asshole coworker looming up on the other side of our shared wall. He was scowling at me.

"I don't know what you are up to young lady, but you should think about your eternal soul before you go through with it," he said.

I felt myself blush vividly. I'd forgotten myself entirely; stupid,stupidgirl. Unconvincingly I pointed at him with both hands and said "Ah ha! Gotcha!"

He just shook his head and disappeared back down into his cubical like he had been summoned back to the grave.

I was uneasy on the drove home. I was now feeling sure that there would be more than a couple dicks to suck and a lot of tossing-off that night. I resolved to drop the whole thing and deal with the Chuck and Adam situation some other way. Then I stiffened my spine and refused to let the sacrifices I'd already put into this plan go to waste. Then I'd decide to go through with it. Then I'd chicken out again. Then I'd be back in; et cetera, et cetera all the way home.

But when I got home Adam was there and he helped me decide.

"Hey ugly, I think Chuck is pretty stoked about the bachelor party," he said.

"Fuck you, cunt," I said. We had such a good rapport.

"Personally, I think he's just pretending he's gonna marry you because he's dying to have me to throw him an awesome bash."

"I'll give you an awesome bash if you don't get outta my face."

"I should tell him I don't like getting played and cancel the whole thing, but I figure if he's willing to nail your skanky box for one of my parties, well, he's earned it in my book."

"You motherfucker I'm going to..."

And that's when mom walked in. I don't know about your mother, but mine didn't seem to like hearing me refer to her son as someone who is currently fucking her. I got quite an earful as Adam smirked at me from behind her back. She suggested we dye my wedding dress black if I was going to throw around language like that. Reduced to the status of a teenager again, I rolled my eyes and shut myself in my room where I wished, not for the first time, that I hadn't screwed up so spectacularly every time I'd tried living in my own apartment. If only Chuck's parents weren't so uptight, and Chuck such a pussy, we'd have moved in together months ago. But I only had a three more days until the wedding, then I'd be free of that hellhole; just a three more days.

But first I had to get back at Adam and shut down his fucking gang-bang party. That was absolutely non-negotiable.

In my room dug through my drawers and into my closet and finally found my old Saint Theresa's Academy uniform. With relief I discovered it fit, if only barely. My tits and hips had filled out a little in the last five years. However, the resulting tightness of the plaid skirt and white blouse was pretty fucking sexy, I must say. The buttons on my blouse strained so much that I ended up having to leave them un-done down past my boobs. Also, I'd forgotten that a bunch of us girls had hemmed the skirts way up over our knees to piss off the nuns on the last day before graduation. After reviewing the result in the mirror I decided to change into my slutty, undersized red bra; clearly visible through the half open blouse. That really put the look over the top. Checking myself again I decided I was definitely something that guys would like to jack off to.

I thought that getting out of the house dressed like a Catholic school girl whore would be difficult, but I threw on a robe, snagged Adam's phone from his room and called in a false alarm on the house behind us. When the fire trucks arrived I slipped out as mom, dad and Adam ran out to the back deck to see what was going on. As I said before, I should have been a spy.

I drove up to the airport with the radio blasting loud enough to drown out the persistent, doubting voice in my brain. All thoughts led either to what I was about to do or to what I had already done that day. It was quite an inventory of debauchery; an inventory I didn't want to review just then.

In the car outside the hotel, I put on plenty of candy apple red lipstick, dark eye liner, mascara, eye-shadow; the whole slutty spectrum. Then, pulling my hair up into a couple of high pig-tails I was out of the car and tic-tacking across the parking lot on my ridiculous four inch fuck-me heels and thigh-high stockings. I caught a peek at myself reflected in the lobby doors. God damn I looked hot.

"Can I help you...Miss?" sneered the concierge as I tottered along towards the elevator in my heels.

"Can't talk right now," I replied. "I'm here on important Catholic business."

Let me just say that I realize that I have a big mouth and that occasionally I can be a little smart-assed. Over the years I've pissed off family and friends, bosses and co-workers, acquaintances and complete strangers, but this was the first time I noticeably pissed off God himself.

Let me explain.

I had my first indication the Big G wasn't pleased with me as I stood outside suite 308 listening to the muffled Japanese bla-bla-bla-ing coming from behind the door. I was getting serious cold feet and a much delayed case of perspective. As I was steeling myself to knock on the door and enter a roomful of horny Asian businessmen I finally paused long enough to think "What the fuck am I doing?" So, with my arm held up and my knuckles poised to knock, I finally decided to say "fuck it" and abandon the Japanese jack-off party. I would just call Chuck and yell at him until he agreed to skip Adam's event. This elaborate scheme of mine had already gone way too far.

That's when God lowered a mighty toe and kicked me in the ass. Just as I decided to bail out undetected, the door opened un-knocked-upon. A Japanese businessman in a dark blue suit and loosened tie stood leering at me with a lecherous smile on his face. "Ahhhh," he said. "Our special guest is here."

Actually he said something like "Our specur guest isa here-a." But I don't feel like trying to do the accents so you can add those in your head if you want.

I hesitated, briefly considering running off down the hall and getting out of there, but then his hand was on my elbow and he was pulling me into a swarm of smiling, leering men in white shirts, dark slacks and conservative ties. With my five feet, eight inches on top of four inch heels I could see over the heads of most of them as they bobbed and swirled around me like a sea of balding, dandruff flecked scalps. It was like being sucked out on a horny riptide as I helplessly watched the shore, or in my case, the door, drift further and further away.

"Very pretty," They told me. "So sexy," they said. It was all very flattering really, all those thirty, forty and fifty year old men with their sake flushed faces turned to me, literally licking their lips and swabbing the sweat from their brows in a lusty fever. Their faces were kind and grateful, their actions polite as they guided me to an ottoman in the center of the room.

Well, fuck it, I thought. How often does a girl get a chance to suck off a dozen foreigners? It might be a something I tell my grandkids someday. "You kids ever hear the time I was a party favor for the Nippon business council?"

Sometimes I amuse myself. And just then the image of an older (but still incredibly hot, of course) me sitting on the back porch telling my wide eyed grandchildren about this episode made me burp out a truncated giggle. Let me tell you, those Japanese guys like it when their slutty school girls giggle nervously. I thought they were going to cream themselves right there as I choked off my snicker and looked sheepishly at their upturned faces.

"You are much younger than Cindy?" asked one.

I guessed that Cindy was the girl who used to do this gig before running off with the tattoo artist. I had no idea what the woman looked like, but it's always nice being told you look younger than someone. "Yeah," I said. "Thanks."

"WhereisMiss Cindy?" asked another.

"Oh, she was yachting down in Mexico with a client and got eaten by a giant squid," I said very seriously. That had to be translated around the room. It was fun to watch the curious looks pop onto their faces as they found out what I'd said.

"She was eaten by a...squid?" asked one with a look of extreme concern and horror on his face.

"Naww, I'm just kidding you guys!" I laughed, gently punching one in the shoulder.

Boy oh boy, those Japanese love a good Whore Eaten By A Giant Squid joke. The room exploded in laughter as they repeated it to each other, gave me the thumbs up and patted me on the back and on the ass; mostly the ass. Sake was brought out and mock toasts were drank to poor Cindy; rest in peace in that giant squid, dear girl.