“Yeah, I was supposed to go to House of Kink this weekend, but my ride flaked on me so I guess I have to miss it.” “Hmmmm… How far away did you say this event was?”
“It’s about two hours from here, we’d probably have to stay the night.”
“I have the whole weekend off. Wanna go?”
I looked at Yvonne. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah. Let’s finish up here and go.”
It was four in the morning and we were at a local all-nighter restaurant. I was still a little buzzed from a long, hard night of drinking and dancing. I had no plans for the weekend either. I slurped down the rest of my coffee. She didn’t need to ask me twice.
We stopped by my house first, and I grabbed my favorite black PVC dress, boots, and an extra pair of fishnets, and left my roommate a note saying I’d be back late Sunday.
Yvonne flew in and out of her place, grabbing whatever it was she needed, and off we went. While we drove, I thought of all the fun things I hoped to do to her once we landed. She looks like a 1940’s film star, with her long black hair and classic good looks. I was sleeping when we arrived, and she found a hotel with a room open. I was a little disappointed when I found it had two beds, and Yvonne was carefully spreading her things all over one bed, making it clear there was no room for me in it.
The next day, we set about getting ready for the event. It’s a monthly fetish event, held at a local club. As I was getting ready, I heard Yvonne talking on her phone.
“Yeah, Denise? It’s Yvonne…I’m here in town for House of Kink. Oh, you have? Cool! I have a friend with me. Her name’s Chrissie. You’ll like her…. Um, coffee? Ok, there’s one about a half block from here. Half an hour should be fine. See ya!”
“Who was that?”
“My friend Denise. You’ll like her.”
I wasn’t so sure I wanted to meet one of Yvonne’s friends. I didn’t want the competition. I got ready anyway, dressed to kill, and we walked down to a little coffee shop around the corner to meet Denise.
She was already there, the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. Despite what I’d thought earlier, we hit it off. The three of us sauntered down to the club, coffee and cigarettes in hand. We got a few whistles, and while I blushed and Yvonne smiled, Denise actually waved to our various admirers. We were waved in, and found an unoccupied table. Denise leaned over to me while Yvonne was getting drinks.
“Isn’t she hot?”
“Huh?”
“Yvonne! Isn’t she gorgeous?”
“Yeahhhh,” I answered slowly. I wasn’t sure what she was getting at.
“If you start licking one side of her neck, I’ll get the other.”
Yvonne sat back down, and handed each of us a long island. “What were you two talking about?” Denise and I just grinned like idiots.
“You know, Yvonne, in this club, you don’t have to wear a shirt.”
“Gotta love it!” She pulled her corset top down, exposing her breasts. We both pounced, Denise on the right, and I was on the left. Yvonne screeched, pushed us off, and ran for the bathroom. We both laughed.
I could tell Denise was getting turned on. She sat closer to me and began running her fingers through my hair. I returned the favor, and soon I was looking deeply into her eyes while she ran her hand along my thigh. After a couple more drinks, the subject turned towards stripping. I’d been to a couple strip clubs, but had never had a lap dance. Denise thought that was a shame, and pushed me back into the chair and started dancing for me. She really knows how to move… I was completely entranced. Eventually she leaned over to me and whispered, “So what did Yvonne tell you about me?”
I was pretty glazed over. “huh?”
“Come with me.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me off to the bathroom. She pushed past a gaggle of latex-clad beauties, and pulled me into a stall behind her, locking the door. I leaned up against the wall as she started kissing me. As we were making out, she started whispering again.
“I’m not like the other girls.”
“How so?” She grinned and grabbed my hand, forcing it up her short skirt. I couldn’t quite believe what I was touching…She was definitely not like the other girls… Not with a cock like THAT she wasn’t. She laughed as a surprised look crossed my face for an instant, then she hiked up her skirt a bit further…
“May I have a closer look?”
“Go right ahead.”
I knelt down in front of her, and slid her panties to the side. Her cock was so hard, and I was filled with an urgency to taste it. My tongue slipped around it, caressing it, and I managed to get it all the way into my mouth… I think she left scratches on the bricks of the wall, but she did stay pretty quiet, even when she came. I mopped her up with a bit of tissue, then we tried to leave the bathroom ever so casually.
Denise whispered in my ear as we left, “Yes, yes, nothing to see here, move along,” and I almost burst from trying to keep from laughing out loud.
We found Yvonne back at the table, and there were a couple fresh drinks for us. She was smiled at us knowingly.
“So are you two getting along?” Yvonne wanted to know.
“Yes, we’re getting along JUST fine…” I looked at Denise, and she looked at me, and we both smiled, knowing this wouldn’t be the last time we did this.