Shelley was not going to like this, not one little bit. But there was nothing he could do about it, if Brian was wise. He had to be there.
It was the end of his first month at his brand-new job. The guys at the law firm where he worked wanted to do a “boys’ night out” with a client’s lawyer who had been with them the last week, at a bar on the other side of the large metropolis where they lived and near the offices and the visitor’s hotel. Brian knew it was more than a chance at a good-bye party for Ethan, the visitor. It was an opportunity for the other guys in his workgroup to scope Brian out somewhere casual and outside of the law firm. He was 27 and very early in his legal career. This was his second job and his first real one. He needed every break, ever advantage to help him get to where the real money and life was as soon as possible. For both him and Shelley. Surely his girlfriend of almost five years would understand that.
Not hardly. He brought it up to her when they were both home in the condo they had shared the last two years, and she wasn’t having any of it. Boys’ night out, girls’ night out, what was the difference? Play together? Oh yes! Play separately? Hell no! Why the hell did he even think she’d be ok with him going to a bar, especially that bar of all places, with a gaggle of other young male lawyers with the country music blasting and the dance floor on a Saturday night and all the alcohol flowing? What, from her perspective, could possibly go wrong?
She wasn’t completely off track. The single guys, which was most of the others, were looking for somebody to hook up with for the night or maybe the weekend. Not him, though, and he had hoped Shelley would have understood that. She had been there for him, was plenty for him. Long blonde hair, beautiful smile, trim body with bouncy-when-braless large but not huge breasts. She could cause a traffic accident walking down the street braless in a tight sweater. Her thin legs looked forever long in a short skirt and heels. She was 24 and climbing her own corporate ladder. She had worked at the headquarters of a regional bank in town but had moved to a similar but more managerial and higher-paying position with a computer forensics company about six months ago and was doing fine there.
She also had a twin sister Ellen. They were damn near impossible for most people to tell apart. Brian could, but he’d been waking up next to Shelley for half a decade so he’d better be able to. Ellen wore her hair a little shorter, but other than that they were mirror images of each other. There might have been differences if one saw them both naked, but Brian had only seen one of them naked and that one tended to be a bit protective of Brian around other women, even her own sister. Ellen was single and didn’t seem to be that good at picking men, but Shelley helped her with it, scolded her when Ellen was making a mistake and brought chocolate when Shelley was proven right. Ellen and Brian got along well, maybe a little too well, it could be seen that Ellen wished she could find her own Brian, but nothing had ever come of it. Maybe a few wistful sighs from Ellen. Brian had always wondered, as males will, how different the twin sisters really were. Ellen had flirted a bit depending on her relationship status but never tried anything; to Brian it seemed more like Ellen bucking up her ego rather than a serious pass at her sister’s boyfriend. Not that it mattered; Brian loved her sister and had zero desire to cheat on Shelley. It wasn’t a problem.
But back to the bar problem. Yeah, he had to go, sit around, shoot the breeze, watch the other guys probably get drunk and fight the heart battle with the women who were sure to be on the prowl there (why else did the guys go there?). He had already made it clear to the guys that he had someone and was far too happy with her to even think about cheating on her. Sure, he’d come. But he’d leave the way he arrived – by himself. They kidded him a little about it, predicting that he’d change his mind when he got there and saw the women but he wouldn’t. Not in a million years.
But he still had the steaming blonde he very much loved in front of him. “After all this time, don’t you trust me?” He complained. She was neither impressed nor wavering.
“I do trust you, Brian.” She shot right back. “It’s the alcohol and the ambience there. Yeah, you’ve told me all about the guys you will be with but I’ve never met them and they don’t know me. I’ve heard of that place, it’s Tinder with a flowing alcohol bar. I especially don’t trust the other women there who would love to catch the eye of a hunky young lawyer like you and steal your heart away from me. No. Hell no!”
“Fine. But I am going. You know where we will be and when. Have a girlfriend or someone I don’t know go there and keep an eye on me. I don’t care! I’m not going to be doing anything I would have a problem with you knowing. Hell, come yourself. We could play the hotel bar game in front of a live audience.”
The two of them loved to play games, it helped keep the sex life and relationship fresh. Sometimes it was a school professor and gorgeous coed who needed to get a passing grade. Occasionally a young brand-new harem slave learning about her new life. Shoplifter caught by the police and willing to do a lot to not get arrested. The game they played most often was the meet someone at a hotel bar, flirt for a few hours as if they’d never seen one another before, then go to their hotel room and fuck like rabbits. They played all sorts of games like that, risky and normally public scenarios that ended up with them screwing somewhere madly.
“Maybe I should. Go there myself.”
“Feel free. If you do, wear a miniskirt. Without panties.”
She gave a snort and semi-playfully flipped him the bird, which he properly ignored. She walked out of the room and after a minute or two he heard the shower running.
The rest of the evening was tense and their attempt at love-making later that night didn’t work at all. They were both too worked up with the elephant in the room. The next day, Saturday, passed uncomfortably fast. Then it was time to go and he took his shower and dressed. Shelley hadn’t been anywhere in sight since he headed for the shower. She’d have to learn to live with it, he thought, it was a reality of this life if you wanted to go somewhere in this industry. After the first few times hopefully she’d see that he was loyal and she had nothing to worry about. She was nowhere in sight. He wondered if she had run out to a girlfriend’s house or to Ellen’s to panic. Or sulk.
He was wrong. When he reached for the front door she called to him from the kitchen that he had passed on the way. She stepped out, hair and make-up perfect and completely naked except for high heels. She walked over to him and wrapped him in her arms, pressing her breasts into his chest as she gave him a long, hard, sultry kiss that started blood flow issues in his lower extremities.
“I just wanted to remind you of what is waiting for you when you get home, baby.” Her voice was almost breathless. “Have a good time. If you’re home by 11:30 you can do anything you want to me for the rest of the night.” Her voice got harder. “If you’re not home by one I’m taking your rifle, the one with the scope, and hunting the two of you down.” She put the sweet smile back on as she opened the door for him. She wasn’t hidden by the door; if a car passed by they might see her naked like that and they both knew it. “Be back by eleven thirty, ok baby?”
The bar was what Brian had expected. Loud, full of smoke, and full of sizzling hot women looking to score. He’d seen plenty of these, had his own choices until he met Shelley and didn’t want this anymore. A lot of the girls seemed to be magnetically drawn to their table. It wasn’t hard to see why, five well-dressed young men who all turned out to be lawyers. Yeah, they’d be attractive targets and there were several women in the bar he would have liked to see what they were like without the little they were wearing and in bed, but he wasn’t even going to start that. He had made it clear to the other guys he had somebody at home. Even if he wanted to, it would be really bad for one of the other guys’ first impressions of him is that he was a cheater. If he’d cheat on his girl… well, he wasn’t going to anyway. Still it was nice to watch the scenery go by, and even politely turn down the ones that came up to him. He did still have it.
It was nine-thirty and they were down to four, getting ready to be three. They were all single here, Brian was the only one with someone that would keep him from entertaining offers. Greg had scored with a beautiful blonde around 9 and they both were gone. Hank, or Hunk as everyone called him, had a redhead he was currently out dancing with and the opinion of the rest of them was he was only coming back to the table to say goodbye. Which turned out to be correct. It was now himself and Ethan, who had taken a few girls for a dance but nobody had come back to stay, and Carl. Carl had an absolutely stunning brunette named Julie who had been with him for the last hour and it didn’t look like a piece of paper could be slid between the two of them. By agreement neither of them was quite ready to head for the door but it probably wouldn’t be a whole lot longer before they did.
He’d have to make his own excuses and his exit at around 11. The offer from Shelley was just too good to pass up. She’d keep her promise and do anything he wanted, but all these women walking around were having an effect. All he wanted was a long, slow fuck until Shelley was clawing at him to let her finally go over the edge and then him doing exactly that. It would mend all sorts of bridges.
He looked around. It’d sure be nice to play the hotel bar game here; he wished Shelley was with him. They played a lot, at least once a month on average. They would pick a hotel somewhere far away from home, which was easy in the huge city where they lived. The basic scenario was they would pretend to not know each other and meet in the bar. They’d get drunk with each other then later go upstairs to the room they rented and fuck each other until their energy was gone. Usually he’d be in the bar about ten minutes or so then Shelley would walk in, dressed to indicate that she wasn’t planning on sleeping alone that night. After a little while she would wander over to him, they would “hit it off”, get drunk, then leave after an hour or two of alcohol and pleasant, fun pretending.
There sometimes were surprises. One time Brian had set up ropes on the bed in the room and instead of falling into bed and pretending it was their first time he threw her on the bed and tied and gagged her in a rape scene. She was fine with that; she was only into bondage under the right conditions but didn’t have a problem with it there. The sex that night was much harder than normal, which she thoroughly enjoyed. She only on rare occasions asked for bondage, which Brian was always happy to grant, because one thing was certain: When she was tied up Brian fucked her way harder and was much more dominant, and she was always up for that. One time without her knowing Brian genuinely slipped a roofie into her drink just before they went upstairs and it hit her just as they got to the hotel room door. She was scared a little for real because she was out of control but trusted Brian completely and the sex although different was completely satisfying as usual for them both.
With time and repeated incidents the game had taken on some rules of its own. More than once another guy in the bar had seen Shelley and had made a play for her. At first she turned them down, but she and Brian had talked and the rules changed. Part of the fun of the hotel bar game for her was her ability to tease Brian, and every other man in the room. She had found that Brian didn’t mind at all if she spent the time in the bar with someone other than him, playing the same flirting and getting drunk games. Shelly called it the Cinderella variant, because at midnight she’d make some excuse, go off to the bathroom, and when she was done there go to their hotel room where Brian would either ravage her drunk body or even tie her to the bed naked and “make her pay” for her indiscretion with the hard, solid sex he so excelled at and which, along with many other reasons, was why she was so devoted to him. Seeing that Brian was ok with it and it did no harm to their relationship, in fact it got her fucked harder and more attention from him for the next few days, they more often than not if the opportunity was there played the Cinderella variant. Generally Brian would leave it up to Shelley which way they went, but once or twice he had rebuffed her and that was his way of telling her she should and was free to go play Cinderella with some other guy in the bar. She usually could guess who he was thinking of but didn’t always choose him.
It was a dangerous game, and everyone was drinking. After Shelley had her fifth or sixth beer her inhibitions were almost gone, and she was one hell of a tease. She’d be playing Cinderella, drunk enough, and when the guy tried to paw her she’d let him as long as she was pretty sure Brian could see it. She tried to go under the table once to give the guy a blow job but was too drunk and finally gave up but would have pulled it off two beers earlier. She begged off, promising to make it up to the guy she was with later that evening when she knew she would not be delivering. Sometimes when she was more outrageous Brian would take it out on her tied and helpless body, hard and strong, sometimes the next night at home as well as the current night. She loved it all and remarked that sometimes it felt weird that her boyfriend was, by fucking her so well afterward, encouraging her to be more and more outrageous with other men. Brian was enjoying the game too, he loved to watch Shelley with the other guys, and he never seemed to get more than momentarily jealous knowing that the cock pounding Shelley’s hot and aching wet pussy in an hour or two would not be the unsuspecting guy, but his. And teaching her the lessons afterward was always fun for them both.
It was agreed, anything she wanted to do with the guy while they were in the bar at their table was repercussion-free. If she could find a way to get him to fuck her, although they both agreed it was impossible, she could. Long kissing sessions were a given. The guy feeling her up, sometimes blatantly, and her sometimes losing articles of clothing, happened lots. If Brian had a problem with it he took it out on Shelley later that night and over the next several days with his cock. For Shelley, there wasn’t a downside.
But as they kept doing it, one day talking about it afterward, Shelley asked what would happen if Cinderella didn’t disappear at midnight and instead ran away with her Prince Charming? What if she did actually go home or to a hotel room with one of the guys she was playing the game with? Brian thought about it and they had a long talk. He was fine with her kissing and flirting and her getting drunk with other guys, even with the guys feeling her drunk body up. He enjoyed the hell out of it, some of the time if the conditions were right he’d be playing with himself discreetly while he watched. Shelley had shivered at that. He told her he would be willing to try it once and see how it went, how he reacted. He would not be angry with her since he was approving it, but she could expect a “retraining” period of more than just a day or two. She shivered again, promised him with the feeling of squishy thighs and a not-completely hidden big smile that she would bear up under her retraining stoically and take what she had coming like a big girl. He told her she could do it the next time she felt right and wanted to. He did expect his show up until the normal midnight, but if she hadn’t gone to the bathroom and disappeared by 12:15 he’d know what she was doing. He’d wait in the hotel room until check-out time the next morning, but he’d have no idea where she was or what she was doing. If she hadn’t shown up at the room by check-out time he’d load up everything in the car and go home. She could call him for a pick-up and he’d come get her, but in every other way she was on her own.
But that presented problems of its own. What if the guy she went with wanted to tie her up (and Shelley was willing) or if Shelley just felt a need for extra security? Brian set up a spare email, named it “Donna”, that she could use. She would tell the guy she was willing but he had to understand that what he wanted to do made it a bit more scary. Lauren – who she called herself when they were playing games - was willing as long as she could send a picture of his driver’s license to “Donna”, one of her best girlfriends. If anything went wrong, Donna would know who Lauren had been with and who to tell the police to start looking with. If nothing happened, then it didn’t matter. If the guy was unwilling to let Shelley -- Lauren send Donna a picture of his license then they could do normal stuff, sure, but the more extreme stuff wasn’t going to happen. Just her protecting herself. Up to him, but if she could feel safe she was willing.
Shelley got him an intensely thoughtful birthday present when it came by, a way when she was doing a Cinderella he could listen in to whatever was going on at her table. A tiny rechargeable, well-disguised microphone was the first part. Shelley could pass it off as an extra button on her purse strap. It connected via Bluetooth to a transmitter that was hidden inside what looked like an unopened package of cigarettes. It could easily sit inside her purse unnoticed and had an encoded transmission strong enough that anyone with a smartphone and the decryption code could pick it up, even through many walls, for about a half-mile. The system could pick up whispers in a normal-sized quiet room and had decent-enough noise reduction to be generally clear at the table in a crowded bar as long as the purse was on the table or the microphone was well-positioned. They tried it out and it worked well, but sometimes Shelley forgot to turn it on, or decided not to so Brian could wonder what was being said. It worked well at the tables in the bars and Brian never mentioned that if Shelley ever did take one of her Prince Charmings up to a room even though he probably wouldn’t know exactly in which room Shelley and the guy were in, Brian could listen to the sounds of Shelley being fucked by the guy all night long. Brian figured Shelley realized that too but had politely declined to underline it.
She took him up on the Cinderella running away offer one Friday night about two months later. They had picked a dance bar that was right next to a major hotel on the far side of town. The plan was the usual, they got to the hotel and checked in. They checked out the room, which was fine. Normally Brian left for the bar while Shelley changed into the outfit she had chosen for the evening. It was pretty much a tradition that Brian wouldn’t know what Shelley was wearing for the night until she walked into the bar. This time Brian needed to take a shower beforehand so Shelley changed while he was in the shower and had left for the bar before he got out. The front desk stopped him on his way by to resolve a problem with his credit card and by the time he had finally made it into the bar forty-five minutes had passed since Shelley had gone in.
He finally located Shelley, but she wasn’t at a table alone, and seemed to have already made up her mind as to which variant they were playing that night. Or maybe she had just decided to gain a distraction to pass the time until Brian showed up, he’d find out by her actions soon enough. Her purse was on the table and it looked like the two of them were finishing their second drinks. He found a table with a good view a short distance away. Shelley, seeing him, slid a little over in the booth where she was so he could see her head to toe and everything that happened to her. She continued chatting with the man beside her, they were just a little further than right next to each other. No hanky-panky yet, not even holding hands, just sitting close to each other and talking intently.
Brian knew Shelley still had some time. She acted like she was just starting to feel the buzz already after two, animated in motion and talking, hands flitting everywhere, including flirtingly on the man beside her. Brian knew she really required more drinking to get where she seemed to be going. The evening was still young, around 9:45 or so, and he expected she’d be working toward it. If she let herself keep drinking he knew she was a goner. After her fourth beer the wild child came out. After the fifth her inhibitions pretty much took a nap and Brian had found Shelley might do just about anything. He remembered and took out his wireless earbud and connected up and turned on the app. As hoped, he could hear the voices of Shelley and the man with her.
A waitress came up and he ordered his favorite beer. He finally had a chance to get a good look at Shelley and almost choked. She had on her normal three-inch heels and it didn’t look like she was wearing hose. But the dress and jacket she was wearing…
The dress and jacket were both made from the same silky green fabric that set her hair off so excellently. The dress was strapless and micro-mini short. He knew from seeing her in that dress in the past just wearing it presented a dilemma to Shelley, a problem for her and a delight for the men around her. She had deliberately ordered the dress for a woman three inches shorter than she was, so just wearing it Shelley had to decide whether to pull the top dangerously low showing a huge amount of cleavage and risking one or both of her large breasts popping out right there in front of everyone. The alternative was to let the top hem ride at a safer height but then the skirt was barely an inch or two below her crotch at best. The only way to hide her panties (or lack of them) was to keep her legs tightly together. If they were open even a little the dress was just too short and her crotch would be visible. She could hardly walk in and definitely not bend over in it. Either way, she was watched by every male in the room whenever she wore it.
She had worn this dress to these games before and normally, at least at first had a bra on hidden by the jacket so she could safely wear the top lower in the earlier stages of the game and show off a mesmerizing amount of upper chest. The elastic band around the top of the dress was very strong and was kind of rubbery on the inside; it had to grip her chest well and not slip while holding the weight of the entire dress. It was slightly loose below the elastic; when Shelley had a bra under it things pretty well stayed in place but if she took the bra off, as she generally did about three-quarters through an evening to raise the stakes, her breasts would go everywhere, even when she was just sitting and breathing and talking as was their way. The way they played the game, later in the evening once she was adequately lit she’d take off the jacket. Of course, this made the bra obvious by the straps, but she’d eventually go to the bathroom, straps visible and staggering a little bit so that people (especially her beau) would think she was drunk, then come back to the table, bra and panties tucked into her purse. It normally had an enormous effect on the men in the room, since that drunk babe with the way-too-short tube dress was walking back but didn’t have her bra, and in that tight a dress the observant ones knew she didn’t have her panties on anymore either (and that dress was incredibly damned short) If she were wearing any to begin with. One thing was certain, someone was getting one hell of lucky later on tonight with her. Then again, Brian could see her legs were turned toward her beau and the dress was short enough Brian figured the guy probably already knew if Shelley had on panties or not. Brian wouldn’t be able to tell until she stood up; the dress was tight enough that the outline of any panties she wore would be visible, especially around her hips. It’d be easy enough to tell then.
The waitress came up with Brian’s beer and he took a swig. At Shelley’s table Shelley asked her companion to get them both fresh beers and he excused himself and headed for the bar. Shelley shot a quick look at Brian at his table.
“Good to finally see you baby, nod if you can hear me.” She spoke in a normal voice knowing the microphone, if Brian were plugged in and listening he would have no problem. She took a furtive glance over to Brian to see him nodding. “Good. I’ll ask you what happened later. We always talked about me going home with someone, but if I have your permission I’d really like to actually do it tonight. Nod if you are ok with this.” She looked back and after a second saw him nodding.
“Good. I love you so much, I can’t tell you how much! I only have a minute or two. His name is Alexander and he’s an architect from (she gave the name of another large city about 500 miles away). He is staying at the hotel next door too. He says he’s single and I believe him but he’s here on business only until Wednesday and he’s not looking for anything more than the night or maybe the weekend. I told him I was fine with that and was only at best looking for something for the weekend and we could talk about the rest of the weekend if we were somewhere we could talk about it tomorrow morning. I don’t think Cinderella is going to be disappearing at midnight tonight, at least not from him. He’s really charming and has a huge bulge in his pants. He gives me the butterflies in my stomach, and yes, a bit lower too, like no one I’ve ever met except you. I know you will, as we discussed, make me pay for tonight over the next few days and baby you know me, I can’t wait. I don’t think he’s going to be quite as good in bed as you are but if he’s consistent he might be pretty close. I’m looking forward to atoning to you for my sins, you bet your ass. Well, my ass. I hope you have a good night and by the time you leave the bar have incandescent blue balls baby knowing that he’s going to be railing me wild later on tonight. I’m going to enjoy every second of getting your balls that way and really enjoy every second of fixing it, too. I’ll try to stretch it out until midnight but no promises. Until he and I leave this is all a show for you, enjoy yourself. I was waiting for you, baby, honestly I was fully planning to play the game with you tonight, but I had to pick someone and go over to his table to pass the time because the guys just wouldn’t stop hitting on me, and“ She gave a semi-drunken little giggle “I think I’ve hit the jackpot. Oh, here he comes…”
Alexander arrived at the table with two more beers. With a devilish smile he refused to give Shelley her beer until she thanked him with a kiss. She was happy to do so. The physical barrier broken they sat right next to each other and from there on out were holding hands. They talked about their lives; Shelley told him the standard story that she had a boyfriend that was out of town this weekend; he was neglecting her so she decided to see if she still had it. She had come here with a girlfriend but her girlfriend had gotten a call from someone while they were coming here and she was long gone, probably right this minute somewhere with her guy all over her naked body about to fuck her brainless, it must be nice. The right song came on and Shelley grabbed Alex and headed for the dance floor. She was wearing panties. Her skirt was incredibly short and in 3-inch heels her legs looked pencil-thin. The song was fast, a dance beat, but her skirt was barely long enough and she was determined. She got a lot of attention from the room, both guys watching the hem of her skirt as she danced, if it rode up less than an inch everyone would be able to confirm if she were wearing panties, and even in the bra watching her breasts in the dress was captivating.
One of the things Brian liked about Shelley is that she had breasts that bounced everywhere, even in some bras, and she was wearing one of them. She was absolutely devastating in a white t-shirt and no bra walking down the street, which she had done a couple of times with Brian. Her breasts would be bouncing all over her shirt and she was the only person who pretended not to notice. Yeah, Brian thought, a nice, long walk in public in a tight shirt without a bra definitely was going to be part of her punishment.
The fast song ended and a slow one started up. Instead of returning to the table they just slid into each other’s arms and into a deep kiss as they slowly moved to the rhythm. Shelley kept her hands the whole time around his neck but Alexander didn’t abuse her gift and kept his hands on her waist the first part of the dance. About midway through the song Shelley disconnected from his neck and firmly moved his hands onto her bum, then put her hands back around his neck. It pressed them right against each other, squashing her breasts against him. Yeah, she was drunk, and the wild child seemed to be coming out early. Well, it was a hell of a show and a quick look around confirmed he was far from the only person watching.
At the end of the second song they returned to their table. Brian could again hear their conversation as well as see them. Shelley had positioned herself in the right place again and Alex was right next to her. This time she was sitting right up against him and moving her far leg back and forth restlessly. Their hands were still in each other’s.
“Thank you for the dances, Lauren!” Alex told her as she took another draw from her beer. It was part of the game they played and a safety measure. When they were doing the bar game she would call herself Lauren and he if needed Burke. Shelley said it was fun and helped her get in the mood that she wasn’t who she really was for the night, that she was someone else, with a different set of rules and able to play the games much more dangerously. Of course it was true that if the guy she was playing with actually tried to find her afterward it helped that he had the wrong first name. If for some reason he checked her purse or saw an ID with her real name she was ready to claim that due to the circumstances and she was just protecting herself.
“Oh baby, you’re so welcome.” She leaned in and they began kissing again. This time his hand slid inside her jacket to her waist and she did nothing about it, just shifted a little in position and kept kissing him. After a minute or two his hand moved upward to cup and squeeze her large breast though her dress and Brian knew it was over for Shelley. She didn’t do a thing to stop him except he heard a groan of pleasure from her as he apparently squeezed.
Shelley’s weak spot was her breasts. They were large on her otherwise straight-rail thin frame, and being that large they were the focus of every male she had ever let near her body. With all of that, they were incredibly sensitive and a huge erogenous zone for her. Brian had used that on her many times. They’d both be laying on the couch watching tv and she’d be sitting in his lap and he’d start playing with her breasts while they sat there, squeezing and kneading them, pinching and pulling on her nipples. It never failed to at least distract her. As a general rule if she and Brian were alone she’d pull off any top or bra she was wearing to make it easier for him. Normally after about fifteen minutes of this she would suddenly have enough and either demand he fuck her hard or slide off the couch and pull down his shorts and start giving him a desperate blow job. Most fun and when she really wanted to be tortured she’d let him tie her up or restrain her. He would tie her wrists to something or tie them behind her back and then just play with her tits until she was begging and crying with need and her knowing he was loving seeing her beg and squirm and wasn’t likely to stop enjoying his show. They both knew he’d play with her until he got tired of it, long, long after she got tired of it but she had no choice and no escape. When he finally did let her go, if he hadn’t given her the ached-for release, either she’d pin him down and fuck him right there or desperately rub herself off to a long-denied orgasm ignoring everything about her current situation. She’d be mad at him for a while for making her wait like that but she never gave him a problem when he wanted to put her through it again.
But Shelley was indeed a goner. She just settled in, from the sounds the kissing intensified and from the groans she was enjoying the hell out of what his hands were doing. She was sinking fast; he could see it even from his distance in her body language. Alex seemed to know it too. A few more minutes of this and they’d be heading for his hotel room.
The song changed and she managed to break him away to drag him out to the dance floor. The flush on her upper neck was obvious, their hands both spent the whole song on each other’s hips. Watching Shelley sway to the music was always gut-wrenchingly erotic, even more so now that she was in the hands of another man who wanted her body and she was likely to soon enough give it to him. She recovered a bit with the break but knowing her it could be seen that the damage was already done. Brian had a ragingly hard cock in his slacks, had it achingly hard for quite a while now, and would have loved to pull it out and work himself but didn’t dare where he was, it was just too risky and the only thing he wanted more than to get himself off right then was to continue watching the show unfold. He had to settle for just rubbing himself discreetly under the table while watching the woman he loved and had screwed heartily the night before last dancing on the dance floor with another man, short skirt daring fate and breasts promising to break out of her top seemingly with every move. and knowing that she would soon be dancing horizontally with the guy. Damn, as drunk as she was and this turned on she wasn’t going to be a quiet or a calm screw.
The song ended and the two returned to their table. They just talked about different things. finished off another beer apiece and started on new ones; Alex seemed to be content for now to just hold hands and kiss. After a long while when they went together for a kiss Alex’s hand slid inside her jacket.
She let him do it for a second then pulled back and withdrew. Alex looked confused, then even more so when she slipped out of the jacket and excused herself to the restroom, taking her purse but leaving the jacket behind. The tan bra straps that did not quite match her skin looked out of place with the dress and heels but Shelley wasn’t concerned.
She was a sight as she walked away, bra straps clear on her shoulders and the line from the thong panties clear on her hips but Brian knew what she was doing; he’d watched her do this sort of thing several times before. She passed by Brian’s table, blowing him a covert kiss as she passed. She was staggering a bit from all the alcohol she’d already consumed. She kept going and disappeared into the women’s restroom.
Brian settled back Shelley had made an impression in her incredibly short dress on the way into the bathroom, but unless he missed his guess it was nothing compared to the reaction she was going to get coming back from there. He took another shot of his beer.
He was right on all counts. Shelley emerged from the restroom. The bra was gone. If the lack of straps didn’t make that obvious. The way her breasts bounced wildly in the dress top, now pulled a little higher, removed all doubt. The line her panties had made around her hips was gone too, just the smooth outline of her body all the way down to where her long legs started. She barely looked at Brian but knew he was watching, and she did make a hell of a show walking back to her table.
When she got back to the table she took a drink from the beer that had arrived and then asked for her jacket back. When Alex expressed how good she looked, she thanked him but she was kind of cold and the men in the bar were really staring and this was for him, not for them, so she wanted the jacket. He gave it to her and she put it on. They continued talking and working on their beers.
It was getting to be around ten forty-five. After about fifteen minutes a fast song came on and Shelley grabbed Alex and headed for the dance floor. Alex eagerly went. Her breasts were poetry in motion just walking to the dance floor and her swaying to the rock beat was a thrill ride of its own, knowing she had nothing under the dress and Brian saw he wasn’t the only one watching Shelley to see if something came out either at the top or the bottom of the dress. Shelley was careful and good and nothing did. It got orders of magnitude worse when about halfway through the song Shelley shucked the jacket and tossed it onto a chair at the side of the dance floor, and now she was moving right in Alex’s face and in front of everyone else, short skirt almost creating a crisis and her breasts bouncing everywhere when she moved. It was easy to see her nipples in the thin fabric; they were bullets when getting a rubbing like that. The dress was well-designed and held; Shelley’s breasts never popped out although it looked like it was happening a dozen times. Alex could hardly keep his eyes on Shelley’s face. Shelley understood.
The fast song ended and again a slow song started. Alex grabbed her waist and she locked her hands behind his neck; there was still plenty of room between them for the front of Shelley’s dress to be fully visible as the slowly twirled and danced around the dance floor. At first Brian wasn’t sure but then he was. At the start of the slow dance there was about an inch of cleavage showing, before the chorus it was up to two. Alex was slowly pulling Shelley’s dress down as they danced and Shelley just kept her hands around his neck, not stopping him! There were little bits of conversation Brian could see but not make out at his distance; He asked Shelley about it later and she told him he was right.
Alex tugged a little and two inches became about two and a half. Shelley knew from experience she could go about that far, maybe an inch more without any problems, after that she basically needed to stop breathing.
“I know what you’re doing, Alex, pulling my top down.” She whispered to him. He gave a little shrug and she continued. “I’m not sure if I’m happy about this but I’m going to keep my hands around your neck and let you do whatever you want with it. To be honest I’m a little dizzy after the last song and really can’t afford to let go of your neck right now anyway. I don’t mind what you’re doing; I want you to have fun and for me to be sexy to you. To be honest, I know from experience the dress could safely come down an inch or so more before we run into problems.
“But understand this: I’m drunk and kind of helpless right now but I’m still here. If you pull up my skirt and show my bottom or front, or if you pull the top down so far I pop out of it, do enjoy the rest of the dance because I won’t fix it or stop you but once the song is done now that I’ve been humiliated by you I’m grabbing my stuff and I’m gone and will never come back here again and the evening is over for me. I want to be sexy. I don’t mind taking risks for you and I’m nervous but ok with another inch or so. But if you screw up, it’s over. Up to you how this evening ends.”
Alex took his warning. By the end of the second chorus the top was down the other inch and a little bit more, probably three-quarters of the top of her breasts showing. She would pop out of it in a heartbeat doing a fast dance, but the slow dance was safe, only a little bobbling and nothing too severe.
The song ended. Shelley pulled the dress up about an inch, still leaving a huge amount of breast showing, retrieved her jacket and put it back on. They went back to their table, started talking and drinking again, which turned into kissing again, and then his hand finally slid inside her jacket. I wondered if she’d react badly, but in fact she reached into her top herself, Alex bracing himself for his hand to be removed but she just took the top of the dress and pulled it down hard until her breasts both popped out of the dress into his hand but under the jacket.
“There! You’ve been wanting this all night. To be honest, so have I. Have fun.”
He did. The waiter came by a few minutes later and almost caught the two of them. Alex was enjoying himself thoroughly and all Shelley was doing was breathing heavily and moaning a bit. I knew her; with someone playing with her breasts like that as drunk as she was she pretty much couldn’t even think. They frantically pulled back together as the waiter approached; Alex pulled away but Shelley did nothing about her dress and it was clear that it was pulled down near her waist and the only thing covering her naked breasts was her jacket. It was sort of clear the waiter had seen what they were doing, and yes, it was a bit obvious and the waiter very circumspectly asked them to think about that as he took their refill order then went to go fill it.
Shelley pulled her dress back up to Alex’s disappointed look. “Later, baby,” she promised breathlessly. “Not here. Dammit, that was feeling real good though. I don’t think we’re doing that here anymore, but don’t you dare think we’re done doing that tonight. It felt way, way too good.” Alex seemed satisfied with that answer. He said he had a room in the hotel, why didn’t they go there now and they could for the rest of the night do whatever they damn well pleased.
With a smile Shelley told him she had already drunk far too much to drive home, and probably couldn’t even make it to his room without help, but she wasn’t ready to go just yet. They had all night and longer if they wanted. She urged patience.
He smiled as their drinks arrived and the waiter departed. “Sure, he could wait, it was just hard sitting beside such an incredibly beautiful and sensual woman like her.
Shelley thanked him and said that since that was the case she actually was kind of hot after what they had been doing in the temperature definition and slipped off her jacket. It was likely true, and in more ways than one, but it was also expected by me as Shelley raised the stakes and the temperature between the two of them. Alex stated it was hard for him to go back to just holding hands after what they had been doing, but Shelley under the table lifted and dropped her leg nearest him between his and just before starting to kiss him again told him she was sure he could find something to do. His hand disappeared under the table and into her skirt. Oh, she was drunk. She was super-responsive when she was drunk and if he started playing with her… In half a second she flexed forward and Brian heard a loud “Oh!” Alex had her pinned and it looked like he knew it. She just writhed under his finger, trembling and bouncing and making a horrible obvious show to anyone who could see her yet it felt so good she was unable to work away. Well, Brian thought, Shelley was certainly getting her money’s worth tonight. He wondered if she’d have an orgasm right there at the table. She could do it but she wasn’t known for quiet orgasms.
It was one hell of a sight watching his woman writhe while someone else played with her clit, hearing her muffled moans as she tried fruitlessly to move away. Alex kept the one leg she had put between his locked in place. Since her legs were open she couldn’t get away from his fingers. Brian’s cock was painfully hard and he so wanted to do something with himself but I didn’t dare. Even if they both had been noticed a woman being driven to a public orgasm was interesting and sexy, a man playing with himself was gross bordering on sick. Over at her table Shelley was still helpless and had pretty much surrendered, showering Alex with kisses to try to keep her moans from being too obvious to others. They both were having one hell of a time.
Shelly with an incredible show of strength finally grabbed his hand and pulled it away. He let her win; both his hands returned to the top of the table. She smiled, pulled her leg back, then mumbled a thank you as she took several strong draws from her beer, finishing it. She asked him if he was serious about going up to his room, and he said he was. She told him to pay the tab if he needed to; this dress was just too constricting and she was tired of worrying about what other people might see. He smiled and said they knew where to send the bill; they could go now. Shelly had a bit of a problem getting her jacket on and settled for just carrying it. He did have to help her a little; I didn’t know if it was from all the alcohol or the assault on her clit that she surely hadn’t fully recovered from. Brian could hear them on the app when they were in the elevator. Once the doors were closed and the elevator was in motion Alex pulled down her top and started sucking and biting on her nipples, which she just loved. They soon went in a door and the sounds became quieter. Then there was the unmistakable “ahhh” Shelley normally made when Brian first pushed into her followed by the closely spaced little grunts she also normally made each time Brian pushed into her. Brian had already paid his bill and was on his way to their, well his room tonight. As he went he debated whether he wanted to keep listening.
Back in the country bar with his fellow lawyers, it was just shy of ten when he spotted her. They accidentally locked eyes before she looked away from across the room, but he could never mistake those eyes. It was Shelley. She *had* come to check on him! Well, ok, he had told her she had nothing to worry about and nothing he had done or planned to do would change that. She looked up, knowing her cover was blown, and blew him a kiss over the beer she was drinking. It wasn’t as if she was a stranger to this sort of event either, in fact much less a stranger to it than he was. He couldn’t see her too well, but she was wearing an unbuttoned form-fitting denim jacket and whatever top she had on cut a sharp “V” shape way below her breasts and showed a lot of the inner sides of both of them. I hope you have tape on that, baby, he thought. You go out on the dance floor and shake it in that, they’d be flopping all over the place. He couldn’t tell what she had on below the waist.
A guy came up to her. They talked for a few minutes, then the guy left. Brian watched Shelley just keep an eye on his table and work on her beer, her third from the other two on the table, talking for a moment with any guy that came up to her but ultimately sending them away. Then Julie grabbed Carl and whisked him out to the dance floor for another dance. After a second, he saw Shelley leave her table and come walking straight toward his.
Damn, she looked hot, fully a match for any other woman in the bar. At her waist she did indeed have a mini-skirt, her shortest blue denim one to match her jacket. It was barely six inches long, slung low on her hips and going almost nowhere down her thighs. The skirt was so short there couldn’t be more than three inches of it below her crotch. Damn, and if she wasn’t wearing panties… Below the skirt was a mile of leg ending in little ankle cowboy boots with enough of a heel to give her even more benefit. He had never seen her quite this naked in this much public except when it was deliberate. She apparently had already downed a few, she had the look and wasn’t worried about her skirt as she walked.
As she got closer he recognized the top she had on under the denim jacket and almost dropped his beer. It was made of deerskin, not quite paper thin but her nipples showed through when her jacket parted enough to see them. It was basically a halter top that didn’t cover much of the outer quarter of her breasts and had a wide opening between them to show off most of the inner halves. They stayed curiously stable in that top, he noticed. And she was right to wear that jacket – when she had worn that top before in the past it was almost irresistible to run his hands around her from behind and reach under the top from the outsides and play with her breasts, which she always enjoyed. She looked way hot now. There were going to be scorch marks all around the room if and when she took off that jacket.
She came up to Brian, batted her eyes at him. He decided to throw her for a loop. “Hi, my name’s Brian. What’s yours?”
She looked puzzled for a second, obviously expecting him to identify her and to greet his girlfriend. Yeah, he thought, it’d be a little out of it that my overprotective girlfriend came and checked up on me, but nobody would complain because of how hot she looked. Realizing he wasn’t introducing her as who she was she caught on in a second that he was wanting to play their hotel game. Ethan was watching, so she needed to react fast. “Hi, my name’s Lauren. Can I join you for a while?”
She asked if Brian could step out of the booth for a second. Not wanting to be rude he did and she slid uninvited into the booth between Ethan and where Brian had sat, then wiggled a finger to motion Brian back in. She was close enough for him to smell her perfume and likely Ethan too, who was mesmerized by her. He kept watching as she leaned forward, probably hoping her top would fall open far enough to flash her tits. Shelley was too old a hand at this game for that and Brian doubted he would get his wish, but he was welcome to try and noticing this Shelley leaned back and forward a lot to tease him.
Shelley and Brian talked, Ethan mostly listened and watched either her chest or her legs since sitting down had made the skirt even shorter. Brian wondered if she leaned back if both Ethan and he would know if she had on panties. They chatted and exchanged what they did, she said she was an account manager at one of the major banks in town, which was true but was the job she left a few months ago. She appropriated Brian’s half-empty beer and started working on it. She asked Brian why he was still alone here, hinting plainly with her tone and her language that she wanted him. You could see the look in her eyes, how far are you going to let this go, dammit. Just introduce me! But he was drunk enough to have other plans.
“I’m sorry, I can’t.” Brian explained to her. “I’ve got someone at home; I just came to hang out. You are flat stunning and look really like her, but I can’t.”
“She’d never know. I’ll never tell.”
“I’d know. And I won’t.”
Shelley really had a puzzled look on her face, and then it hit her. Sometimes when they played the hotel bar game he would rebuff her. That gave her the option to go Cinderella on him for the evening, play the game. For Shelley the game was that she was free to do anything she wanted with someone else in the bar and she generally did so with a vengeance. She’d put on one hell of a show and make Brian’s balls aching blue but in the end she’d excuse herself to the restroom and disappear, showing up a few minutes later at their room or pre-arranged spot and they’d go home or to their hotel room. He generally was really forceful with her to “teach her a lesson about doing that to my testicles”. She always loved it. Most of the time in the scenes it was him coming up to her and her either accepting him or turning him down and starting the show, but he had done it to her a few times. And every time they did it she wound up getting fucked hard by Brian a dozen times over the next few days. She utterly loved it.
“You sure? I can be discreet, and quick.”
“Positive.”
She shrugged, giving her boyfriend a little smile and a wink as she turned away from him to Ethan. “I know I’ve probably ruined my chance, but to be honest I flipped a bottle cap to see which one of you I went up to talk to. The beer sucked too.” She was now turned to face him, almost ignoring Brian. “I had to flip a bottle cap because I couldn’t decide which of you was hotter. I’ll go away if you’re not interested in some company too. I’d like to stay here for a while. Maybe you’re not so dumb as to pass up a really good opportunity.”
Ethan smiled. “I don’t see any reason for you to go away just yet… if you’re good. Don’t take it out on Brian, though. He’s new and from everything he tells us his girl takes good care of him. Sound like something you might like to do?”
Shelley – Lauren – blushed, then slid over to him and leaned against Ethan. Ethan shot Brian a look: She’s already pretty well drunk, which she was in Brian’s opinion only pretending to be. Drinking and a little buzzed, yes. Not that drunk at this point. Brian just shrugged. She answered “I’m not saying no, but I am saying it’s a little too early to decide that. But I’m not in any way saying no. Let’s see.” She reached up, tenderly brushed his face with her hand. He took the invitation, leaned in and they were instantly locked into a deep kiss, tongues flying wildly. He started to reach into her jacket but she pulled his hand away. “Not now, not drunk enough yet. Later would be fun.”
She pulled away. “Baby, I stole his beer. Would you go get me one of my own? I drink Mickeys. I promise you on my life I will be here when you get back.” He looked unhappy but slid out of the table and headed for the bar.
Julie and Carl were still dancing, so once Ethan was out of earshot Shelley turned on her boyfriend. “Baby? What are you doing? How come you didn’t just introduce me? I mean, Ethan seems as nice as you told me, and yeah, I’d have to be a bit more drunk, but he seems like the sort of guy a girl wonders how good it would feel having him blowing her back out.” She stopped for a second and looked like she wished she hadn’t said that. Brian passed it off as candor due to the three beers she had already drunk. “But baby, I’m with you. I came here for you. What’s happening?”
Brian shrugged. Shelley could see that he was a little more drunk than she had thought, which was probably part of this whole problem. “Snap decision. You are so smoking hot you might catch on fire, and we both know that if and when you take off that jacket there are going to be dropped drinks and men slapped all over this bar.”
Shelley shrugged, smiled to acknowledge the compliment. “Not my problem. This” she gestured at her outfit “was all for you. You did say miniskirt with no panties and I figured showing the other guys how hot a woman you had would be a good thing.”
“And it is. But do you know what’s even hotter than you and what you are wearing?” In response to this Shelley only looked confused so Brian continued. “You, in an outfit like that, playing Cinderella drunk with a guy’s hands all over you and watching you fall to pieces as he plays with your body and drives you wild.” Shelley blanched a little and Brian continued. “Ethan is a really good guy. His girlfriend dumped him without warning about two months ago and he hasn’t found anyone since. Including tonight. You should have seen his eyes light up when you walked up here. You already said you could take him down. And what would be even more fun than watching you fall to pieces as he plays with you? Going home afterward and spending a long time, and I do mean a long, hard time making up for that indiscretion.” Shelley shivered. *That* certainly sounded like fun. “Everybody wins.” Brian concluded.
She was drunk enough and Ethan was cute enough to make her consider. She could do it, it looked like it’d be a lot of fun, but dammit, she hadn’t come here to play games. She normally felt a little bad about it: Cinderella could pull a powder and leave some guy she’d never seen before and would never see again with blue balls to deal with.. This was different. “But... but… these aren’t strangers we’re never going to see again, they’re your co-workers. How can I show up with you at anything else with these people? How do I support you in your career if I can’t even show my face?”
“You know, Lauren, you do look a lot like my girlfriend Shelley. It’s one time they’ve seen you, there’s only Ethan and Carl, and we can just tough it out. Yeah Shelley, you look a lot like that girl Ethan met at the bar, but no, my girlfriend Shelley was at home the whole time. Not her.”
She just stared at him for a long moment, then frowned and shrugged, a bit angry. “Fine. If that’s what you really want I can deliver. But be very sure. When Ethan sits back down I’m Lauren all the rest of the night. But I’m going home with you. Cinderella is going to disappear at midnight, and you then are going to take me home and fuck me unconscious. Are we clear? I don’t feel good about doing this to Ethan but ok, I’ll consider it foreplay for the two of us for later on tonight.”
Brian just smiled; he saw Ethan returning. Ethan sat back down, and without a look at Brian Lauren thanked Ethan for the beer with a long, slow wet kiss. They had barely broken the kiss (more likely, Brian thought, come up for air) when Carl and Julie returned. Introductions were quickly made and Julie and Shelley – well, Lauren – seemed to hit it off immediately and nicely, breaking easy into girl talk only faintly disguised by each being teasing at their chosen company.
“You keep looking at me.” Shelley – Lauren said to Brian from Ethan’s lap. “Too late now; I think I am really going to like the way things turned out. But I’ve got to ask. What are you thinking?”
Here it was. Shelley was giving him an opening. “It’s not that; we’ve already covered that. It’s just that you look so much like Shelley, my girlfriend, it’s amazing.”
Lauren smiled. “So, which one of us is prettier?”
Brian had to think fast. “If we could line the two of you beside each other, a man could be forgiven for having trouble deciding.” He could see the giggle flash barely momentarily across her face. “But if forced to choose I would have to out of respect give it to the one I wake up next to in the morning.” He smiled at Shelley. “I hope you can understand.” You had to be dating her for five years to know it, but Shelley was doing this deliberately, probably because she was mad Brian didn’t introduce her, and was having fun with it watching Brian secretly squirm.
“Got a picture?” Shelley asked him. He pulled out and looked through his phone. He found a picture of Shelley from about a year ago when she had a different hair style. He passed the phone over to her. She showed it to Ethan as well as to Carl and Julie, who all agreed, yes, the two of them looked a lot alike.
“But” Lauren started, turning to Ethan, “which one of us do *you* think is more beautiful.”
Ethan just smiled as he handed Lauren back the phone. “I can see Brian’s problem. You two do look a lot alike. But if you ask me, you are both utterly gorgeous, but you a little bit more.”
Shelley got a shit-eating smile on her face that she shot at Ethan. “I don’t suppose any of that is out of respect for the woman you hope to wake up next to in the morning, too, huh?” Ethan first, then everybody laughed. With a devilish smile Ethan conceded that certainly might be part of it. Lauren just looked up at him and laughed herself, then said “it’s becoming more and more likely” as she leaned in for another kiss.
But Lauren wasn’t done with Brian. “Your Shelley must be an extraordinary woman that you can sit here for four hours and not give into temptation.”
Enough, baby. We’ve made the point. But he had to play on. “She is. Beautiful as we’ve already discussed. Wicked imagination. Fun to be around. I just wish she were here tonight.”
“She must trust you a lot to let you go out here alone.”
“After five years, you get to know you can trust someone. She’s a wonderful woman. I plan to keep her happy, keep her life interesting.”
“Marry her?”
Brian stopped for a second. Oh, that was a completely unfair question. “Given enough time, once my career gets firmly established, yes, absolutely.”
“Lucky girl. I’m sure you are going to reward her properly when you get home tonight.”
“Oh, that’s for sure. She’s going to feel very, very rewarded.”
The conversation went on. About ten minutes after the exchange Brian faked getting a phone call from Shelley and took it there at the table, promising whoever was theoretically on the other end of the call that he might be a little later, but it probably would not be much more than twelve. After that, Brian just more or less sat quietly while the two couples talked and Lauren did everything she could to squeeze further into Ethan’s lap. They weren’t touching erogenous zones but Ethan and Lauren were constantly and openly touching everywhere else.
Soon enough though Julie noticed there was room at their table for one more. “You know, Brian,” Julie started, “I know what you said about your girlfriend at home, but…” She waved over to the table she had been at before meeting Carl and joining them. ”Kelly is still over at my old table. You’re such a sweet guy and I know watching all the women in here” and she shot a grin at Lauren “and at the table must be hard. Kelly’s looking for a sweet guy. It’s not like you have to do anything but just talk and keep each other company. Want me to introduce you to her? You two would hit it off great, I’m positive.”
Brian panicked for a second. Shelley and he had talked heavily about what she should do at a bar scene, but the subject of Brian and some other woman had never come up. Then again, Shelley had never put her moves on someone else close enough for Brian to touch, and Julie was right, all the other hardly-dressed women here were having an effect. He shot a quick look at Shelley who was listening to the conversation damn near in Ethan’s lap but not about to chime in anything that might obliquely be understood as permission. Was that a ‘you decide’ or just rope to hang himself with? To see what he did?
It wasn’t a hard call. Shelley was free to play with others, inside the context of a Cinderella scene, because they had spoken about it and agreed on it. He wasn’t that jealous a person; he knew he was a good catch but knew that Shelley was a good catch too. She was worried, maybe a little too much, about losing him. On one hand it kept her on her toes and kept the sex good, on the other hand it was pointless; he was with her because he wanted to be and had said no to probably dozens of women since they had become an item. A guy seeing his woman melting in another man’s arms, knowing she was still safely his, that was kinky and exciting. A woman seeing her man in some other woman’s arms without that confidence was seen much differently. Shelley hadn’t wanted to play Cinderella tonight; he had forced her into it. If he went anywhere near another woman she would conclude that was why and the damage to her trust might not be repairable. He remembered what she said as he left home about his rifle.
“I can’t.” Brian looked over at Kelly; she was talking to the other women at her table. She had nice legs from what he could see of them and long honey-blonde hair. She did look wonderful. “She’s beautiful, but so is the one I have at home.”
“Ok.” Julie let him off easy. “If you change your mind and she’s still there I still think calling her over would be good for you both.”
“This girl of yours must be quite something.” Shelley began. “Most guys would have broken a long time ago. I hope she’ll be properly grateful when you get home. A woman knows what to expect when her man comes home after an evening like this.”
“Yeah.” Brian agreed. He had guessed right and happily listened to that bullet whizz by. “It is kinda hard. Once I get alone with my lady, well, she won’t be happy walking for about a week.”
“Wow.” Shelley – Lauren answered as she locked eyes with Ethan. “Lucky her. A girl could have worse problems.” She just smiled up at him then settled back into his lap.
They continued to talk. Shelley had seemingly accidently flashed both Brian and from the momentary look on his face Ethan, and despite wearing a skirt half the length of a traditional one, nope, no underwear. It was all Shelley under what little skirt she was wearing. The group continued to talk, and Shelley continued to click surprisingly well with Ethan, until a fast song that Shelley liked started up. Shelley grabbed Ethan and they were gone to dance. A part of Brian wondered what Shelley was thinking going out dancing to that song in that top. If she wasn’t careful her go-everywhere breasts would do just that. But from what I could see on the floor it wasn’t an issue and she sure did look good with her long hair waving and her long thin legs and the front of her jacket open showing skin pretty much to the top of her skirt. She was mesmerizing as she swirled and moved on the floor. Brian’s cock was so hard it was hurting. He shifted it inside his slacks; it didn’t do much good. If Shelley was trying to give him an epic case of blue balls, she was doing it wonderfully. But even though it was almost physically hurting he just couldn’t look away. Finally, mercifully, the song ended.
Ethan and Shelley, or in Brian’s mind he guessed right now it was firmly Lauren, came back from the dance floor since the DJ was taking a short break. Julie and Carl stayed long enough to say good night and were gone. Both Ethan and Lauren looked winded, Lauren’s hair was all over everywhere. Once she sat down she grabbed a brush out of her purse and fixed it then downed about half of her remaining beer. It was amazing how Shelley could drink so much and still at least look like she had it all together. Ethan excused himself to go to the bathroom.
“Having fun, baby?” Shelley asked Brian dryly once Ethan was safely gone. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? I’m sure I’ll be making this up to you for several days by now, and I still can’t wait to get home and start that. I imagine you’ve been planning some interesting things for me over the last hour or so.”
She looked at him and shrugged. “I don’t know why you did this, but it’s too late now. There’s no way after this long you can suddenly reveal me as your girlfriend, so I guess I’m Lauren all night.” She got a devilish smile. “I planned to do all this stuff with you. Be really, really wild. Show the other guys what an incandescent hot woman you had, and do some really outrageous shit and blame it on the alcohol. But now I get to do it with Ethan. Not that after three beers he’s that bad an option. He’s cute and he’s sweet and” she signed “he’s a great kisser. He has a nice package too, big like yours. All those other things are true of you too and all I wanted when I walked in here tonight was you. But you wanted to play the game, so here we are and now we’re locked in. So Cinderella will, as always, make the most of it.”
“Yeah,” Brian agreed, “I really wish I hadn’t done that now too.” Shelley just gave a little grim smile of victory at that. “But as long as Cinderella escapes to her coach at midnight, all is good. Go wait for me in the passenger seat of the car. Once Ethan gives up on you and goes home I’ll drive us home. And then, after all this, the real fun will begin.” Neither of them would be getting much sleep tonight.
Shelley just shrugged. “You know I’m always down for that.“ She looked doubtful. “But all in all I still think this is a massive screwup on your part, and I’m still pissed at you. But it’s what you wanted, so enjoy your show. I seem to be extra-motivated tonight to make it a really, truly epic one for you. We’ve still got a while, maybe I can get my penance time up to a whole week before you take me home.”
In Brian’s book she seemed to be doing a fine job of that. “Oh, here he comes. Baby, enjoy, and remember, not only did you ask for it, but you are the one who poured the fuel on tonight’s fire.” She stopped talking as Ethan, two fresh beers in his hands, slid in beside her and she thanked him for the drink with another long and wet promising kiss.
“I’ve got to ask, Lauren.” Ethan began. “How do you manage it? In that top and dancing like we did you should have been everywhere but nothing happened.”
She just smiled. “That’s classified information. But trust me, the girls aren’t going anywhere. I’m safe.”
It was Ethan’s time to look skeptical, but at that moment the DJ started up another rock song, one Shelley also really liked. With a quick smirk back at Brian she turned to Ethan. “Come on and let’s go dance. I’ll prove it to you.” As she said it she slipped out of the denim jacket and put it on the seat behind her (and beside Brian) as she exited the booth.
Brian did choke then, but Ethan and Lauren were both gone and didn’t notice. The top Lauren had on was basically a bikini top and more Wild Weasel in deerskin than anything else. At her neck it was just leather straps that tied in a bow behind it. Lower It spread out a little, being maybe two inches wide where her nipples were and three where it ended below them in another leather strap that tied behind her back. It wasn’t anything near proper coverage of breasts her size and massive amounts of side-boob, about a third of her breasts on outside and inside, were exposed. She must be more drunk than she let on, Brian thought as he shifted uncomfortably. He could remember times she had done some wild and crazy daring things to him and to others when they were playing games, but this was the award winner. He could see her and Ethan out on the dance floor. She was dancing to the beat, arms up and away from her. Her breasts were indeed flying everywhere, but as she had promised the deerskin stayed in place with them wherever they went. It looked like half the bar was focused on Lauren like a laser beam, waiting for a breast to break free of that small strap only somewhat covering it. She kept dancing, her breasts kept bouncing everywhere, and the top stayed in place. Ethan could be seen to be mesmerized, and like every other male who could see her he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Shelley and Ethan kept dancing, about a foot apart. It almost hurt to watch, it sure hurt inside his pants, and no shifting things around was helping.
The song ended and the two returned to the table. Shelley again got out her brush and spent more time than what was needed fixing her hair back up and taking several shots of her beer with hands that were shakier than they should have been. Finally she put the brush away. From the looks of things Brian suspected that not only was she preening for Ethan, but she needed the time to get herself back under control. She kept looking discreetly around, and after going out on the dance floor in that tiny top, even seated back nearly in the corner where they were plenty of people, guys around them were still watching.
Shelley picked up the jacket and looked at Ethan. “I’m sorry, baby, I need to put this back on, at least for a little while. Too many people are still watching us; I guess I made a big impression out on the dance floor.” Ethan looked a bit disappointed but said nothing.
“I’m sorry, baby,“ seeing his eyes she continued, trying to fix it. “There’s just no way for me to be comfortable with so many eyes on me. I don’t mind your eyes, that’s why I’m doing this, it’s for you.” The words cut Brian; he had heard those words said to him many times including earlier tonight but they weren’t said to him this time. Shelley shrugged. “I expect I can take the jacket back off after twenty minutes or so when everyone’s forgotten about us. I promise you, if you take me home, when we’re alone I’ll wear anything you want.” She got a wicked grin on her face, reaching out to take Ethan’s hand. “Or nothing at all.”
Damn, Brian thought, poor Ethan. “Lauren” was laying it on thick and she would at midnight disappear and break Ethan’s heart. And by morning Ethan would have dealt with his blue balls himself while Brian would have this delicious woman all night to dump his into. It was fun to watch knowing how it was going to end.
Shelly’s answer seemed to fix Ethan’s disappointment. After a second he continued his earlier line of questioning. “But really, Lauren.” Ethan asked. “I believe, about that top, but how?”
Shelley gave a shrug, patted the underside of her breasts. “Double-sided bondage tape. It works great…” She paused dead with a shocked look on her face. “Oh shit, I didn’t just say that! I’m so drunk!” She was starting to turn a bit red.
Brian didn’t know what she was talking about – they had double-sided tape but why throw the bit about bondage in? Was she really that drunk or was she just trying to bait Ethan? Or both of them? She had been wearing a lot of bracelets the last few days, except tonight.
Ethan leaned back and gave a low laugh. “No, you said it. sweetie. Are you into being tied up?”
Shelley was firmly turning red. “I didn’t say that... I mean I didn’t mean that… I mean I misspoke… Dammit, I hate it when I’ve drunk too much!”
“It’s all right, Lauren.” Ethan reassured her. “As a matter of fact it would be a good thing in my eyes. Means you’ve got an open mind. Every man loves that in a woman.” He paused for a moment to look at her mortified face over his beer. “So, have you ever been tied up?”
She got flustered, then looked at us both and shrugged, defeated. “Yeah. Of course. Every woman that has game has been tied up at least once or twice.” Actually a bit more than that, Brian thought, but it wasn’t something they did a lot.
“But do you like it?”
Lauren looked at both of them for escape and found none. “It depends on what the guy wants. If he just wants to tie me up and screw me, no thank you. To me if all I can do is lay there that’s just him masturbating and using my body. If I can’t at least use my hands too, I’ll pass.” She took a deep draw from her beer, continued while looking Ethan defiantly in the eyes. “But if the guy is right and I’m in the right mood… if he wanted to tease me and drive me crazy, then tying me up so I can’t stop you makes sense. I’ve done that.”
Ethan looked her over, enjoying having her on the defensive. “So, how much game do you have, Lauren?
Brian avoided cringing openly. Oh, you didn’t throw that out to Shelley and live. Her eyes flashed with fire. “Oh baby.” Shelley started. “I’ve got more game than you can imagine.” Brian mentally shrugged in agreement. If Ethan only knew.
“Prove it.”
“What? Right here?”
“Yeah. Right here and right now,”
She looked at Ethan askance. “Nice try. You have a nice bulge in your pants but it’s not a hank of rope. You don’t have anything to tie me up with.”
He grinned at her. “I notice that you didn’t actually answer my question.”
She was getting a little antsy and shrugged. “You don’t have anything to tie me up with.”
Ethan just locked eyes with her as he reached up and loosened the tie from around his neck. Shelley gave a “fine, then!” huff and crossed her wrists in her lap and sat there, staring defiantly at Ethan and waiting. Brian couldn’t believe it. This whole evening had suddenly gone straight off the rails.
Ethan’s tie was loose in an instant. He wrapped it around her crossed wrists in both directions and then ran the rest of the tie through the front of her belt loop, securing her wrists to her waist. The tie was tight enough and close enough that Shelley’s hands were basically stuck at her waist. Ethan slid over and pulled Shelley back into his lap again and after a second it was hard to see unless you knew to look for it, but you could see his arms had gone underneath the sides of her denim jacket and from the looks of it his hands were busy doing what he had doubtless wanted to do all night, exploring the helpless woman’s breasts. It wasn’t that hard to see if you were looking at Shelley’s face, though. Her eyes rolled and then closed and her hands began to twitch and tug at the tie binding them and she began to moan softly as he worked her breasts.
After a few moments Shelley got a wild look on her face; Brian wasn’t sure why – just playing with her breasts did things for her but not that. Then he saw Ethan emerge triumphantly from underneath her jacket with two pieces of their wide double-sided duct tape. While Shelly helplessly watched Ethan crumbled both up and dropped them on the floor under the table. Then he went back to destroying Shelley’s concentration.
He was merciless to her and Brian knew from personal experience how little in such situations she cared for mercy. Brian just watched as his girlfriend repeatedly shivered, gave little moans, and jumped every now and then with Ethan’s continued touch. She quietly struggled, seeming to be trying to pull her hands up to where his were every time he squeezed or did something she liked. It looked like from his arms every once in a while one of the hands slid down to her crotch, probably playing with her clit. The knot was too tight and too close to her belt for her to be able to defend against that either. All her struggles and pulling at the knots was pulling her skirt up, and she seemed oblivious to the fact that both Brian and Ethan, but probably no one else, could see her bare pussy. With all the alcohol she’d been drinking Brian wondered how long it would be until Shelley had an orgasm right there at the table, if Ethan let her. His hands were mostly on her breasts under her top but he did move from time to time under her skirt. Every once in a while Shelly would shoot a desperate look at Brian. It would turn into a despairing look as Shelley realized that she was helpless to stop it as Ethan was well on his way to destroying her defenses and Brian was just going to sit and watch it happen. Shelley was wiggling and jerking her hands tied to her belt but Brian concluded Ethan was either very creative or very practiced at this sort of thing. Brian did nothing; he was enjoying watching her struggles and moans way too much to do anything but let Ethan continue.
Ethan looked up at Brian. “I hope you don’t mind.”
Brian shrugged. “Hell, it’s what I’d be doing in your place myself.” Shelley shot him a dirty look. “Besides, I don’t see any non-consenting individuals here.” Shelley just gave a little helpless groan.
It was surreal, watching the woman he loved fall to pieces in semi-public in the hands of another man. Hot as hell, too, to watch her go and writhe and quietly moan and tug hard at the tie holding her wrists. She was getting so, so hot. Poor Ethan wouldn’t be the one to quench that fire in a few hours, but Brian would thoroughly enjoy teasing her until he let her finally come. Brian hoped Shelley was enjoying what Ethan was doing; when he got her home he was tying her to the bed and seeing how long he himself could drive her crazy but not give her an orgasm. Brian wondered what it would be like after all this to get her so worked up with need that she’d be beating on him if she could.
After about ten minutes Ethan did stop. Shelley slowly regained her composure, then just lay there quietly in Ethan’s lap. Her wrists were still tied to her belt; there wasn’t much more she could do without calling attention to that.
“Brian, I’ve got an idea.” Ethan asked. “Give me your tie. I promise I’ll take care of it.”
Brian looked confused but did as he was asked. Shelley after being played like that was more kitten than anything else and just waited.
“Just hold still, baby.” Ethan urged her as he untied her hands. Brian figured it wasn’t going to be a problem; she probably wasn’t fully recovered from the assault she had just been given. “This will be fun, I promise you.” He removed his tie from her wrists and used Brian’s tie to secure her wrists back the same way again. He tied a small loop in the free end of the tie but did not secure the free end around her belt. He did have her sit up long enough to tie his own tie to the belt at the back center of her skirt, then pushed the rest of the tie down between her legs and had her lean back again.
Brian drew a breath, seeing where this was going. Once she had settled back into his lap he drew the free end of his tie up and passed it under the front center of her belt and then tied the two ties tightly together. A crotch rope! It was obvious now what Ethan had in mind, and if Shelley was now made to wiggle like she had before…
Which was just what Ethan did. His hands slid back under Shelley’s jacket and Brian watched as she started after a few seconds to wiggle. The first time Shelly tried to jerk her hands up to defend herself she got the wildest look on her face. It was all downhill from there. She did (very quietly) keep complaining and asking Ethan to let her go, there were better ways and especially better places to do this to her. But Ethan was enjoying himself and didn’t listen and Brian watched Shelley fall apart into a needy mess a second time with Ethan showing her exactly no mercy at all, only stopping to feed her more of her beer when she asked for it.
After a while, both of them could tell Shelley was getting near an orgasm. Her moans became almost a continuous stream, too quiet to be heard by anyone else at the bar over the ambient noise, and finally she gave up jerking her hands in response to Ethan’s actions and was just tugging rhythmically on the way to her goal.
But seemingly just before she reached it Ethan suddenly stopped and grabbed her hand and held them still and close to her. Shelley jerked and in a quiet voice told him no, dammit, stop, let her come! But he was stronger than her and held her hands steady, the crotch rope loose and giving her no stimulation, and with a defeated, despairing groan Shelley just lay there in his lap with her eyes closed, shivering, and watched her orgasm drift away.
She finally gave a big sigh and opened her eyes and looked up at Ethan. “Just to be clear,” she warned him, “when I get my hands free I’m going to slap you into next week for that.” Her eyes were flashing and Brian wasn’t entirely sure she wouldn’t do just that. She was still horrifically turned on, only shaking a little.
“Well, I guess that means I won’t be untying you anytime soon then.” Ethan told her with a smile. He did something at her back and Shelley gave a frightened “No!” but there was nothing she could do. Ethan’s hands moved up to the back of her neck and while Shelley struggled he pulled the bow of her top loose from around her neck, then reached into her front and pulled the deerskin top away from her. She struggled a little but not too much because she had large breasts and she knew there was nothing she could do if she bounced enough to prop a breast out from between the sides of her open jacket. With her hands tied like they were she would be unable to close the jacket and cover herself.
Ethan had other plans. Now that the top was out of the way, he went back to driving Shelley crazy. It was inevitable; he played with her breasts and a little with her pussy and she wiggled wildly, driving herself the rest of the way crazy with the crotch rope. This time he made no move to stop her, and finally she gave a little cry and slumped into Ethan, shaking as a tremendous orgasm wracked her. Ethan apparently kept a firm grip on her breasts while the most of it crested and washed over her, then by the time she had recovered the rest of the way and her hands were no longer shaking and her breathing was normal Ethan had her out of both ties and his tie back to Brian.
Brian waited for the promised slap now that Shelley’s hands were free. She looked to have an entirely different mindset and had gone full-blown kitten on Ethan. Anything he wanted she gave him. Anything he tried she let him do. She just settled quietly into his lap as the three of them resumed talking. A few times when the two had turned to kiss Ethan boldly slipped a hand inside her jacket to play with her breast she never did a thing about it, unless one considered shifting a little to make it easier on Ethan something. Brian was amazed, he had never seen Shelley so compliant in his life. It was obvious to anyone who could see the table that he was reaching in and fondling her. Reaching into her jacket to mess with a breast? Brian’s hand would have been slapped. But she was letting Ethan get away with it, even arching her back a little to press harder into his hand. Most of the rest of the time when the two were not kissing she was settled into his lap again and from the disturbed looks and twitches from Shelley to be gently and unobtrusively playing with her clit under the table. It looked like, from his arm position and her reaction, that there were several times he had a finger up inside of her. It was mind-blowing that the woman he had dated and loved for half a decade was doing this with anyone.
In fact, her hands were far behind her back and after a bit Brian got it. Shelley was playing with, or at least trying to play with Ethan. There was no way Brian could see if she actually had Ethan’s member out of his slacks, but if she didn’t it certainly was not for a lack of effort.
She played with him while he played with her, Ethan not letting her fire go out but not trying to drive her over the edge again. Finally it got to her, and she begged Ethan to let her slide under the table. He felt so good and she wanted him the only way she could have him right now.
Brian’s head exploded. In five years Shelley had never offered to go underneath the table in a bar and blow him. She was gone, gone, gone. He remembered she had been mad at Brian that he hadn’t welcomed her as his girlfriend, and had promised to give Brian the biggest, bluest, most aching balls he had ever experienced and she was succeeding. Oh, when he got her home he was going to fuck her slow and not listen to any of her begging for mercy.
Ethan told her no; it was getting near time to go and he wanted to be fully ready when they got back to his room. She begged him some more. She offered to give him her jacket while she was under the table. Still no. She offered her skirt too and Brian’s head nearly exploded. Shelly wanted to blow him so badly she was willing to be stark naked under a table in a public somewhat-crowded bar while she did it. Ethan looked tempted but still said no, and Shelley finally accepted it.
Then a song started and Ethan wanted to go dance. Shelley said ok but she needed to button the bottom button of the jacket to help keep it closed and cover her. Ethan accepted this and off they went. It was almost midnight and the bar had started to thin out but Shelley’s wide-open-to-her-waist jacket got plenty of attention on the way to the dance floor.
It was a medium song that a couple could dance to holding each other. Shelley just wrapped her arms around Ethan’s neck and hung on. Ethan reached inside Shelley’s jacket and held her hips, and that forced the jacket open wide enough that Ethan could surely see her breasts, but they were close enough that although people could see her jacket open and where his hands were, everyone else could only see her boobs from the side. It was intoxicating to watch. Yeah, Brian thought, he was going to screw her hard and long in a few hours.
They both seemed to be talking as they danced; probably Ethan trying to seal the deal and get Lauren back to his hotel room. She just clung to his neck as they danced and talked. A second song with a similar beat started and they kept dancing. Ethan seemed to be making promises and by her face Shelley was looking like she was interested.
Halfway through the song, Shelley did the unbelievable. She disconnected long enough to unbutton the button at the waist of her jacket, then pointed her arms both behind her and shrugged. The jacket fell to the floor behind her and she was topless.
It looked like she and Ethan had talked about it. She put her arms tightly back around his neck and he wrapped his arms around her bare lower back, holding her pressed up against him. Her arms were high around his neck and his arms were low around her waist; when you were looking at them from the side, and everyone was, it was easy to see her breasts pancaked into him as they danced and slowly twirled and Shelley didn’t seem to care a bit, just locked him in a deep kiss as they slowly moved around the dance floor.
The song ended. Shelley held an arm over her breasts as she hurriedly picked up her jacked and put it back on. There were a few seconds when she was putting the jacket on that the people on Brian’s side of the room got a good look at Shelley’s marvelous breasts. Then they were back under the jacket and the show was over.
They both came back to the table, giggling about how different people had reacted to what she did on the dance floor. After a few draws to finish her beer she settled back into Ethan’s lap, but he announced he couldn’t wait any longer and it was time to go.
Both Brian and Shelley nodded. Brian got up to go with Ethan to pay his tab but Ethan waved him back down. “I’ll get it, Brian, just stay here with Lauren. Consider it a thank you for bringing me here and helping me find her.” Oh, if he only knew. But he never would. It was time for Cinderella to take a powder.
Once he left Shelley turned to Brian. “Baby, we have a problem.” She looked her boyfriend in the eye, nowhere near as drunk as she had appeared the last few hours. “I’m going to his hotel room with him. Cinderella tonight has had a wonderful time and her Prince Charming has promised to fuck her rabidly all weekend. When we get back to his room he is going to tie me to his bed and then get me to the edge of an orgasm again and keep me there until we can see sunlight through the window.” She shivered with expectation. “First, how can I ever tell you how much I love you?” She reached out tentatively to him. “It’s just sex. He’s going to have my body all weekend but nobody but you has, or ever will have my heart. I know you will make me pay for this, more than ever before. Believe me baby I am wet just thinking about it. Looking forward to every minute. You can make me do anything you want; I’ll happily do it out of gratitude. I am the luckiest woman on the face of the earth and I know it. I owe you, baby, and I’ll pay off in any and every way you want me to. Spend the weekend thinking of what you’re going to do to me. I’ll do it all.”
“No.” Brian answered firmly. “This isn’t what we agreed.”
“Well, baby, just what are you going to do about it? Ethan is dying to get his cock inside of me and I’m going to let him. If you try to stop me I’m sure the two of you would get into a fight and you can’t afford to get in a fight with a client. No, baby, wave goodbye.” Brian gritted his teeth; she was right.
Ethan returned and Shelley disappeared, replaced by Lauren. The three walked out the door and Brian said his goodbyes and watched the two of them head for the hotel. Once Shelley’s fantastic legs were out of sight he shook his head and started for his car. It was going to be a long weekend, and he was going to spend all of it jerking off and planning all the things he was going to do to Shelley. It would be quite a while of really wild things, some things he had never dared even ask her to do, for this. If she did atone properly for this weekend it might be worth it. He had plenty of time to think of things he would make her do.
Brian was halfway home when he got an email on the Donna account. He didn’t have to guess what was in it but had to pull over and read it. And then he couldn’t take it anymore and jerked off right there on the side of the road.
It was a picture of Ethan’s driver’s license. The note attached to it read:
“Hi Donna! If I’m sending you someone’s license I’m sure you know what that means. Ethan is an incredible guy and he’s promised me a long, hard weekend, if you know what I mean and I’m sure you do. :) He’s just unwrapped his new toy for the weekend (I hope all weekend!) and now he’s deciding how he wants to play with it! 😊 😊 😊 He’s getting out ropes (!) so he can tie me to the bed. Once I’m helpless he’s promised to have me begging for an orgasm in no time, one that unless I beg really well enough he won’t give me for hours. Oh my. I may be speechless! Hopefully he lets me go in time to be at work on Monday and even more hopefully he doesn’t let me go much before then (shiver). Don’t worry about me until Monday at the earliest. I hope you’re having a good weekend, if tonight so far is any indication mine is going to be incredible. Hopefully I won’t need a wheelchair on Monday (No, hopefully I will, I just won’t use one). Thank you for being my safety person, you’re the best! Love, Lauren!”