Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 16

Sasha stepped up, somehow insinuating herself between Sharon and the aggressive blonde. Sharon swore she could feel the heat of the brunette's sex where she was straddling the housewife's right thigh. She rubbed just a hint, nothing Sharon 'just imagined,' but not enough to be obscene. "I think she's delectable just like this," Sasha's hand came up, cupping the unpierced breast that Jess was not still nipping at playfully. Sharon almost said 'Of course you do... You're the flattest porn star I've ever seen,' but she managed to remain silent, glad that she had not had more to drink. Sasha was still talking, "Call us and we'll have a party... just us girls." Sharon felt an undeniable quiver of arousal at that. Again she wondered if some part of her had always been attracted to women.

"Poo," Jess pouted, "Riley's right, you're no fun... A big hard cock is always a better way to play, right Sharon?" she looked up, batting her eyes too prettily. Without really wanting to, Sharon found herself nodding.

"Well if you ask me," the lithe brunette had caught Sharon's left hand, and she lifted it before the entwined women, "This," she emphasized Sharon's ring, "Is why they really enjoy giving it to our new star." Sharon sniffed angrily.

"Maybe at first," she argued, glad that she was taller than the snotty younger brunette, "But if that's all there wouldn't be any reason for them to keep coming back for more, would there?" Sasha opened her mouth as if she was going to argue, then abruptly smiled, rubbing more obviously against Sharon and Jess both. Sharon realized it was a show the girl was putting on for the camera. She was pissed at the judgmental attitude. "And they know that I'm not faking it when we're having sex," she added pointedly, vaguely remembering one of the frat members complaining when seeing Sasha on a television show that the 'bitch was a tease who didn't even like cock.' The brunette tossed her too long hair dismissively, then leaned up and in, planting a kiss on Sharon's half open mouth.

"You're right, J," Sasha said, drawing her tongue down to Sharon's neck, making the housewife shiver openly in arousal, "She's got spirit." She leaned back, capturing Sharon's eyes with her own pale blue gaze, "Don't let them break you." Sharon blinked and nodded, barely aware that Jess had given her crotch a parting grope as the pair smoothly moved away toward the next cubicle, talking to each other with the smooth patter of salesmen already on to the next show they wanted to put on for the cameras.

"Damn, girl," Dave had been leaning against a support beam watching it all. "You showed that little bitch who's who." Sharon smiled, though she had the distinct impression the younger woman had been the won making a point. She nervously fingered her ring.

"Dave," she murmured, "This makes me nervous."

"What, the sex stars?" he snorted, "They can't do a thing you can't do, my bitch."

"No," she rolled her eyes, embarrassed that part of her had thought 'damn right' at his words, "All these cameras... Where does the footage go?" The frat member shrugged.'

"Most of it goes nowhere," he said honestly, "They'll do bits for some TV shows... I think the awards on the main stage are on Skinemax or Sluttime... some cable show."

"Will we be at the awards?" He stopped, giving her an 'are you serious' stare.

"That's why you're here, girl," he lied... It had been a convenient reason to get her to Vegas, "Won the amateur series, remember?" Sharon nodded. And she remembered what she had been doing when they gave her the award. Suddenly she needed to have Dave take her back to her room. "Well, this is the big leagues," he said, "We won't be where the cameras are recording the big stars," he paused, grinning at Sharon wolfishly, "Maybe that's next year." And some competitive sexy part of the white housewife agreed with the suggestion, "But this year we'll be next door, seeing if you won vs. the other amateur nominees." Sharon started to ask what she had been nominated for, then reminded herself it was all because of sex... sex with the frat members and strangers... not sex with her husband. Not something she should be proud of.

She could not reconcile that thought with the arousal she was feeling. And Dave was obviously uninterested in doing anything about it, even when she rubbed against him suggestively. Instead, he caught her hand and led her to another long aisle of displays where she resumed rubbing elbows with various men and women working... like her... in the sex trades. They purused videos and costumes and sex toys and games for another couple hours.

Sharon shifted, smiling at the blur of the day touring the expansive sex expo. She had purchased outfits and props and music for Fallen Angels. She had decided to just go with it, purchasing a skin tight AEE/ AVN T-shirt that she began having all the stars sign, Sasha and Jess, their pal and fellow crossover star Riley, among them. She also had the various stars sign her program. It was amazing how many knew who she was, and asked for her autograph in return, and assured her they hoped to be able to 'have fun with her' some time.

Dave insisted she not drink anything, but several times they had ducked into a 'family restroom' and a couple times he had just taken her into the men's room where they had blazed up, so that the white housewife was pleasantly buzzed throughout the afternoon.

He had lured her out of the expo with the promise of a four course meal at the hotel, insisting that she needed to change, which Sharon had readily agreed to. She was surprised to find a shimmering off the shoulder tummy bearing purple dress had appeared in her closet, with matching 5" heels and her 'demoness' mask reproduced in the deep bold color. Of course there had been no bra, but Sharon did not really even think about that. The bling on the tiny accompanying thong had tickled, keeping her persistently aroused. When she had pouted to Dave in the afternoon before dinner that he had not fucked her all day, he had just laughed, assuring her she would be getting off, and refusing to say more. He had loaded the bong again, and Sharon had been thoroughly baked when they left the room.

She never considered that they did not bother with dinner. Instead, Dave led her down to the craps table where she 'helped him' by blowing on the dice for twenty minutes during which he won again and again, barely distracting the housewife from the scene she was creating, with every passer by doing a double take and those at the table and surrounding it at the word of the big roller with the hot arm candy ogled her. Laughing that she was making him rich, Dave flipped the people working the table fifty dollar chips and then tucked a $100 chip into each of the cups of Sharon's dress, laughing with the crowd as she managed barely to catch them before they fell through the dress. She tucked them into her small clutch and followed the ZB to their next stop, one of the casino's auditoriums.

There was a palpable anticipation in the big theater style room where the awards were being held... Dave somehow disappeared as they stepped onto the red carpet, but there were chaperones and organizers who had recognized her and guided her to where she was supposed to be. She found herself seated beside Anna Colter, who was a bubbly, friendly, stick thin blonde who confessed she was glad that she bore at least some resemblance to the Conservative pundit, because it had made having sex much more profitable. Sharon was glad that they all wore name tags; she knew she had seen the porn star, but had not remembered her name.

To her dismay, her mask had disappeared. She was sure she had brought it along from the room, and wondered if Dave had somehow managed to slip it out of the clutch purse into which she had tucked it. She reasoned she was safe enough in the large crowd, and was glad she had not entered wearing the mask, considering no one else was in costume. And looking around, she had to admit that her outfit was not out of place... There were women sitting casually in what looked like a few strips of electrician's tape.

The man to her other side did not have a name tag that Sharon could see, but he had introduced himself as 'Rick' and had spent every moment he was not trying to look down Sharon's dress trying to convince her he could really get her off like no one else, and that she should 'let him direct her and be her manager.' When she glanced at Anna after the sixth time she had politely declined, the taller woman had laughed, saying sotto voice, 'Some men just don't get the hint.' She leaned closer, whispering that the poser beside Sharon was somehow related to someone at the casino and had spent the entire day trying to talk one starlet or another out of her pants.

"Guess he thinks that's all that goes on at this," she finished, leaning away as she added, "But that's just how we celebrate after the awards tonight." Sharon's surprise and arousal at that thought were interrupted by the overhead lights dimming and the spots and 'special' lights going on... The show was starting. And when the laser and LED light show stopped, Sharon realized Rick's hand had come to rest high on her thigh. Before it had been there a second he was sliding it higher. She caught it, bending his ring finger back pointedly and forcefully shoving it away to his lap, growling 'Quit it!' loudly enough to attract some attention.

Rick flushed, eyes flashing angrily at her, but Sharon ignored him, looking instead for Dave or anyone else who might help. Anna apologized, then, and when Sharon looked at her in question, the younger blonde explained that she had asked them to seat Sharon with her.

"You looked like you were really enjoying the sex," the young starlet shrugged, "And I decided you would be the perfect person to ask."

"Ask what?"

"Well," Anna looked around, "I've had several offers to do some features that involve," she looked around and dropped her voice, "Sex with black guys." Sharon's brow furrowed as she thought 'so what.' Anna giggled and blushed, "Well, I haven't had sex with a black guy before," she shrugged, "They're... well, even for porn stars they're... bigger." Sharon nodded her understanding.

"If you like sex," she said, patting the younger woman's knee, "You'll have no problem."

"Really?" Sharon nodded.

"Trust me... I did not even expect to have sex with one black guy, and now," she was watching the women she had met that day take the stage to open the show, "Now I can't imagine not having sex with them." Anna nodded, seemingly relieved, and not noticing Sharon's inner conflict at what she had just admitted. Then the show was on, and Sharon did not have a chance to tell her new friend that there were lots of black guys who were not that much bigger than anyone else.

Sitting live at the awards show was an experience for the white housewife. She was glad for the pretty women carrying trays of champagne and taking drink orders when she saw that for every category, they were playing some footage of then nominees; there were at least a couple minutes of explicit video playing on the enormous screen each time there was a new award. The crowd would go quiet except for some hoots and cat calls, and then there would be applause to recognize specific tricks or feats being shown on the giant screen behind Sasha and Jess. It was enough to have Sharon dripping in her seat, but as arousing as watching the scenes was, Sharon was kept partially distracted by her other seatmate; Rick seemed bound and determined to feel her up every time a new reel started to play. She stopped trying to be polite, growling and eventually nearly shouting 'cut it out,' and forcing his hand back into his lap.

There was a procession of men and women to the stage, hugging the women, waving a very phallic award and thanking a variety of people. One man wearing thin slacks waggled his hips suggestively, an obviously impressive cock shifting noticeably to the delight of the crowd. Several of the women were wearing gowns that left nothing to the imagination, sheer material leaving one or both breasts visible. One starlet caught Jess and the two enjoyed a passionate kiss for long enough that Sasha was clearing her throat and the crowd's shouts of encouragement had quieted.

By the time they had seen ten awards handed out, it embarrassed Sharon that part of her was nearly to the point she would have welcomed Rick's fingering her, she was so hot from the endless stream of quality porn being played for the room. She had emptied three tumblers in the last four awards, and almost giggled drunkenly at the thought she might the waitress if they knew how to make a 'Mind Eraser.' Telling herself not to get too drunk, Sharon nursed her next, a flute of champagne, part of her ready to dump it on Rick if he tried to grope her again.

She also knew that at least it was not just her own libido reacting to the videos and the stereophonic moans and urgings filling the big auditorium; Anna was shifting in her seat like she had ants in her pants, and after a particularly hot scene during the introductions for the 'Male performer of the year,' she had actually slipped her hands inside her skirt for a moment before smiling self-consciously and looking around. When Sharon met her eyes, the housewife had winked,

"I feel the same way," she said, making sure Rick did not hear. Anna smiled.

"It's like this every year," she told Sharon, "Can you feel it? The whole room is buzzing with sexual energy." And it was.

"You said we get to work it off afterwards?" Sharon asked with barely noticed eagerness. Anna nodded. Anything she might have said was pre-empted by Rick's next pass, which was finally too much for Sharon. She stood up, hissing 'Get away from me, creep!' loudly enough that people around them noticed. Anna pulled her back down and both women glared at the poser, who still seemed unfazed.

"Cut it out, man," the guy seated behind them, a muscular man with short cropped hair and heavy Slavic accent warned. Sharon and Rick both looked back, Sharon's eyes tracing the heavy tribal ink curling up the man's muscular upper arm. Rick sniffed as if the man was no concern,

"She's my date," he lied without hesitation, "Can't have the bitches thinking they get to call the shots..." and reached out to grab Sharon's arm. Sharon knocked his hand away.

"I said, "the bigger man leaned forward, an almost smile lighting his face, "Cut shit out. Or I show you what else I am good at." Sharon looked to the icy blonde woman seated with him. The girl was much younger, painfully thin, and immaculately made up. Sharon had the sense she had seen her somewhere, and wondered just how much pornography she had seen at the frat and in her condo since the start of school. She caught the eye of the younger woman who raised one shoulder a millimeter, clear indication she was not worried who would win if this turned into something more than chest beating.

"Is there a problem here?" the smooth bass voice made Sharon shiver. She looked to the aisle to see a monstrous black man looking down at Rick, who was half out of his seat, trying to intimidate the bigger man behind them. Even standing, the new arrival was most of a foot taller than Rick.

"Naw, man," Rick insisted, "My date's just looking to slip out for a little," he waggled his unibrow, "You know..."

"No," the man shook his head, not smiling. "I don't know. But I do know that Sharon is not your date." Sharon's growing alarm melted into her persistent arousal, and she found herself wondering how it would feel to have the big man inside of her. She bit her lip, certain it would be amazing. "I do know that you are actually in my seat."

"Bullshit," Rick growled, "I paid... The owner knows me. This is my seat," he insisted. The big man shook his head.

"Do you even know me?" Rick snorted derisively, at the man's calm question, amazing Sharon, considering Rick would not stand a chance between them.

"Relax, man," Rick tried to change tack, "She's a pro... You can have her when I'm done with her." The black man exhaled through his nostrils and pursed his lips.

"I'm tired of this," he shook his bald head fractionally, "You used the fact that your father owns this casino to try to get a seat near a porn star you want to fuck. I respect that. But she is clearly not interested," he paused and glanced at her, "Are you, Sharon?" Sharon shook her head, trying to quell the growing desire to simply throw herself at the big black man. He seemed familiar, too... nearly everyone around her seemed familiar, but there was something about him... "So leave now with your dignity intact, or my people will remove you."

"My dad's security won't-"

"I did not say anything about his security," the big man snapped a finger at his side and an instant later there were additional black men, along with the Eastern European man seated behind them, all standing, or rather looming over Rick, "We are devoted to the safety of our stars," the black man went on calmly, sounding like a CEO on a television show to Sharon, rather than a porn star, "And she is most definitely one of our rising stars, as is Ms. Colter." He offered the pretty blonde beside Sharon a brief smile, and Sharon felt the woman vibrate in response... something she could completely understand.

"Oh my God," Anna breathed beside her.

"So are you going to walk out or be carried out?" Rick's lip curled, but any insolent retort he had intended was lost as the big Slav's fist lashed out in a short hook tapping the heavy poser just in front of the ear. He dropped like a pole axed ox, and the other three easily hoisted him from the narrow row and began to drag him up the aisle. To anyone who had not witnessed the exchange, it looked like guys helping a friend who had had too much to drink.

Sharon looked around in shock, seeing only supportive looks from the few still paying them any attention... most were watching whatever was happening on screen.

"I apologize," the big man said, slipping into the seat with some difficulty due merely to his size, "I did not realize he had switched my seat until I went to speak to the poor woman beside me and realized she was most definitely not Sharon Sobel." Sharon nodded, though her eyes went wide.

"I'm sure you mean Sharon Synn," she managed, looking about to see if anyone had heard. He smiled.

"Of course," his hand came to rest on Sharon's knee, and the housewife never considered telling him to stop. It was a struggle not to spread her legs and raise her hips.

"I thought you would remember," he smiled, "We've met once before." Sharon started to shake her head, certain she would remember that. Unbidden an image of the night in the warehouse, when she had dressed up in the bikini and had given herself to the group of black strangers came to mind. She blushed.

"Oh, I'm so embarrassed," she stopped, not telling him she barely remembered that night.

"Don't be," he chuckled, "You were... busy that night." His hand was still resting on her knee, and she saw Anna's jealous gaze out of the corner of her eye. "But I'm hoping we have time tonight for you to spend a little more time with me." Sharon just nodded, the arousal she had been feeling in the sexually charged room threatening to catch fire.

"Sharon!" Anna nudged her, "You're on." Sharon had followed the other woman's gaze. Larger than life, it showed her, no mask on, humping avidly at a black cock, and then eagerly pulling another to her mouth, slurping at it hungrily. Sharon shivered, torn between seeing if others were watching her on screen or watching her, and aware of the heat and wetness of her sex, even though she could not remember exactly when she had done what everyone was watching. She looked down, eyes focusing on the man's dark skin where his hand still rested on her bare knee. Her arousal spiked. To keep from masturbating then and there, she grabbed her drink, downing the rest as she focused on the women announcing the candidates. Both women were watching her, Sasha with a sly smile, and Jess with a look of open admiration.