“One more drink!” I called to the bar tender.
The man behind the bar took a fresh glass, and began to fill it.
“How many have you had?”
My brows furrowed in anger, then I flipped around. Steel blue eyes clashed with mine. “Mr. Ridgen,” I greeted coldly. “What are you doing here?”
“Ms. Lewis,” he answered, then turned to the bartender. “Cut her off. She’s had enough.”
“Er…she’s been having soda with lemon, sir,” the man behind the bar said, shoving a glass towards me.
I took a hearty swig. “You should try it, it’s very refreshing!”
He looked at me wryly. “And here I thought you were drowning your sorrows.”
“Can’t afford it,” I said, taking another swig. “I probably can’t even afford this,” I lifted the glass towards him.
Ridgen took out his wallet and took out some bills, then handed it to the bartender. “Here you go. That should cover the lady.” He turned to me and then grabbed my arm. “Now, let’s go.”
“Hey!” I tried to pull my arm away, but he was too strong. He dragged me from the stool, and towards the back of the bar. “Hey, where are we going? This isn’t the way out.”
“It’s the back entrance,” he said as he tugged on my arm harder. I pulled back, but he continued to drag me towards the rear of the bar. He pushed the heavy door open and led us out to the side alley.
“What the heck do you think you’re doing?” I asked when he finally let go of me.
He gave me a smirk. “I apologize for mocking you. I don’t mean to make fun of people who are down on their luck.”
“Oh yeah? Whatever, dude,” I huffed. “You didn’t have to drag me out here for that. You could have just said sorry at the bar. Or sent me flowers. Or a pizza.”
He stared at me and I began to feel uncomfortable. “Is that it?” I asked.
Ridgen shook his head. “No, I wanted to offer you a job.”
My heart soared. A job? Wow, I should show up at more wrong interviews. But, it was almost too good to be true. “What kind of job?”
“Well,” he moved closer. “This requires a certain type of person…with a certain set of skills.”
“What kind of skills?”
“How about I be very blunt with you?” He asked.
I was tired of this. I just wanted to go home. “Just tell me what you want!”
“I require someone special to entertain a group of friends, someone discreet and comfortable with her body.”
My eyes went wide. “What the fuck dude?! I’m not a prostitute! Can’t you find a whore by the docks or some seedy bar?” Jeeze, my day was getting stranger and stranger.
He shook his head, then pushed me up against the wall. “I think you’ll do nicely. Besides, you need money right? We have money.”
“I said I’m not a whore!” I pushed against him but he remained in place.
“No, you’re not. You’re special,” he whispered. “This morning when we met, I sensed something special about you.” He pushed the lower half of his body against mine. I gasped when I felt his erection through his pants. “I think you’re exactly what we’re looking for. Someone who would enjoy what we have to offer. See, my friends and I, we could all get any girl we want. But we want one. One girl to share, give herself to us. At the same time. Filling you up, one after the other and maybe using you in other ways.”
I moaned when he ground his hips against mine and I could feel my panties getting very damp. Heck, they were practically useless as my wetness dripped down my thighs, thinking about what he said. I wasn’t a virgin, but what he was proposing…an orgy. No, a gangbang. One girl, several guys. The thought of it hardly disgusted me. In fact, it turned me on.
“How did you…”
“How did I know?” he chuckled. “I’m not sure myself. But it’s not because of the money. Sure, we’re offering you a lot of money to be our cumslut, but we also want someone who can enjoy it.”
He pulled away and handed me a piece of paper. “Read this contract over and then call me on the number I wrote at the bottom. We’ll work everything out.”
With that, he walked away, leaving me to stand there, the wall the only thing holding me up.
***
I managed to get back home, changed into my regular clothes and attended the rest of my classes for the day. I didn’t even bother looking at the contract until later that night. I knew Grace had a late class and wouldn’t be home for another hour or two. I took the paper out of the creamy linen envelope and began to read.
Some of the things written down in the contract made me gasp, blush, and shiver. What he – they – were proposing…I laid back on the bed and closed my eyes. I always thought that it seemed weird, when I started being sexually active, that I would imagine different things while I was in bed with guys. I read some articles on the Internet that many couples or individuals enjoyed multiple partners or group sex. As long as no one was hurting anyone else, it was fine. I just never thought…well, I thought maybe I’d experiment more when I was in college but I never had the chance. And now…holy shit! The dollar amount at the end of contract was staggering…for one night of “work” I would make enough to pay for my tuition and my housing! Plus if they were happy, they could extend my contract. Not that I’d do more than that.
There were eight men in total, but the contact said I may have to take on more. God, the thought being with all those guys…fantasy was one thing, but could I really do it? Several pairs of hands..lips…cocks. My pussy grew wet from the thought. I slid my fingers down, under my panties, sighing as I played with my clit. Using my fingers to circle around the sensitive nub, I began to play with myself, imagining those me surrounding me. Filling me up with their cocks. I cried out, plunging three fingers in my slippery cunt as my body shook with orgasm.
I sighed when I came down. I wanted this. If not for the money, then for the experience. It was just one night, right? I’d take the money and figure out what to do about my school situation later. I grabbed my phone from my bedside table and dialed the number.
“Hello…Mr. Ridgen? Yes, it’s me, Georgina. Uh-huh, I’ve read it. Yes, I’d like to opt for the trial – one night.” Yes, just one night. That’s all.
