Owning a Bitch - Part 4 (bi-sexual, bondage, humiliation)

James's sex story
I spent the next week making preparations for the prom and getting the money together for all the expenses I was expecting. I had the limo, borrowed from a friend of Jesse’s, and Smitty had offered to help as well. After he closed up for the night, he would drive us to a nearby town that had a teen club that I planned to take the girls to after we left the Prom.



Since Diane couldn’t go with us, and didn’t have a date, I had to figure out a way to include her. By the time Saturday rolled around I thought I had a good plan and we could all have a memorable night. I picked up Diane first in my car and drove to the shop where the limo was waiting. Jesse drove us to Katy’s house to pick her up and waited in the car with Diane while I went to the door to get her.

Katy looked awesome in her gown and her parents took pictures of us all dressed up to save the moment. I was uncomfortable in the tux but both Katy and Diane seemed to like it. We did look good as a couple and when we got into the car Diane squealed and hugged Katy to her.

“Oh my God! You look gorgeous!” Diane gushed. “I wish I could go with you guys.”

She looked a bit depressed as Jesse pulled out into the street and headed for the school. I nudged Katy and she smiled. We had been planning what to do with Diane to keep her occupied while we were at the dance.

Jesse parked the car and we said our goodbyes as he caught a ride with a friend back to the shop. It was only 9 pm and we didn’t expect Smitty until midnight so we had plenty of time. I went to the trunk and pulled out the bag I had stashed earlier that evening before getting back into the car with the girls.

“Strip,” I told Diane as I began pulling items out of the bag.

She began undressing as Katy and I prepared our little surprise. Actually, Katy came up with the idea based on her conversations with Diane. It seems we had been a bit tame compared to what she wanted and now was the time to take it to the next level.

With Diane completely nude Katy and I set to the task of hog tying Diane in the limo. We used a lot more rope than expected but we were happy with the results. Diane was completely immobile with her face on the floor board and her ass up in the air. She looked so good I wanted to take her then and there but Katy stopped me.

“Remember the plan,” she winked at me. We had decided to tease Diane every thirty minutes or so until it was almost time to go to the club. I resigned to giving her a quick swat on her bare ass and tickling her clit for a few seconds. My finger came away soaked and Katy smiled when I showed her the moisture. We then got out of the car and headed into the dance.

The prom really wasn’t much fun. All the kids were standing around waiting for someone else to get on the dance floor. It was lame and within ten minutes I was ready to go play with Diane but Katy held me back.

“Let’s dance,” she whispered in my ear. She dragged me out onto the dance floor and began to gyrate to the hard beat the DJ was playing. I wasn’t embarrassed to be in front of people, especially since I had fought in only a pair of shorts in front 800 people, I just couldn’t dance as well as she could.

Katy giggled at my attempts to keep the beat. She literally danced circles around me while I tried to keep up but it was no use. She was having fun though, and I was determined to keep it that way, so I put up with the humiliation. It wasn’t a big deal because within a few minutes the floor was full of bouncing, raucous teens.

I began to loosen up and Katy danced close to me with a big smile on her face that made me melt. It was after a slow song as we were swaying gently that I remembered Diane.

“Oh shit!” I groaned. Katy pulled her head off my shoulder.

“What?” she asked expectantly.

“We forgot about Diane,” I said as I grabbed her hand and moved quickly toward the door. Katy checked her watch and it was already 10:30. She had been tied in the car for over an hour.

We rushed out to the limo and I pulled the door open ready to apologize but instead stood frozen at the sight before me. One of the Johnson twins was behind Diane on the limo floor, pounding his cock into her ass. I recovered from the shock quickly and reached out to grab his throat but something hit me in the side and I crumpled to the ground.

“Not so tough now, are ya?” growled the second twin from behind me.

I couldn’t seem to get my thoughts together and my entire body felt like it was twitching. My side burned where I was hit and nothing was making sense. I heard the car door close but I couldn’t look to see where I was… Katy, where was Katy?

I heard her scream and I struggled to make my arms move, to get up, to do something, but I couldn’t. I heard Katy scream again and then she was beside me, rolling me over into her arms. Finally, my head began to clear.

“What happened?” I asked.

“The twins,” she said, “One of them had a stun gun.”

“Are you ok?” I managed to get out.

“She’s ok,” Smitty’s booming voice came from the darkness behind her. He moved into my line of vision, “This is getting to be a bad habit of yours. Me having to save your ass all the time.”

I was regaining my strength now and suddenly remembered, “Diane!”

I pushed myself up and opened the car door. Diane was still on the floor where we had left her tied. There were red marks on her ass and cum dripping from her pussy. Katy and I quickly untied her and Diane leapt to me and hugged me tightly around the neck.

“I can’t believe it,” she whined into my shoulder. I felt so upset I couldn’t breathe. I held her close but I didn’t know what to say. She broke the hug suddenly and I was looking into her smiling, happy face, “That was the best EVER! I must have cum 20 times! You guys are the best for setting this up for me.”

Katy and I exchanged dumbfounded looks. Diane thought we had set up the whole thing! I tried to explain but she was going on and on, in her excited giggling voice, about what had happened and how surprised she was that we had figured out one of her fantasies.

We sat back and listened to her recount how the twins had popped the lock on the limo and found Diane tied up on the floor. They never hesitated in taking advantage, and she was so hot by then it never occurred to her that it wasn’t prearranged. One of the brothers would use her hard up the ass or pussy while the other one practically gagged her with his cock at the same time.

She recounted her story in vivid detail that made Katy and I wince a few times. It appeared the boys liked it rough and had spanked her ass and twisted her nipples the entire time. It was a good thing Diane liked it rough as well. She wasn’t aware of what had really happened and I guess it didn’t matter. The twins had unwittingly made one of her fantasies come true and had it not been for Smitty, Katy would have most likely been their next victim.

I got out of the limo to get some air while Katy talked to her some more. I was feeling better and at least I could move everything again. My side still hurt but it was a dull pain. I wanted to kick the twin’s’ asses but Diane had actually enjoyed the treatment. I had expected she would enjoy the ropes but neither Katy nor I guessed about the rough sex. I was a bit confused on how to continue. Katy emerged from the car and approached Smitty and me.

“What do you think?” I asked her when she got closer.

“She is ecstatic that we figured her out,” Katy said, “She obviously thinks we set the whole thing up. Maybe we should leave it at that tonight and take her home. She is worn out.”

I was having a hard time processing the whole thing but Katy made sense. I got Diane’s clothes out of the trunk and gave them to her to take to the naked girl.

“What about the rest of the night?” I asked.

“I’m ok, if you’re ok,” she said and waited for my reply.

“Sure, I guess I’m over it for now.” I turned to Smitty, “Are you still in chauffeur mode?”

“Had it planned, might as well see it through,” he grinned as I handed him the keys. This was not the night I had expected so maybe some dancing with Katy at the club would change my outlook. We piled back in the car and Smitty headed for Diane’s house.

Diane, still naked, climbed into my lap and hugged me again. She laid her head on my shoulder and told Katy and me how relieved she was that we understood her and how she felt like she could now tell us anything… and she did.

It was like a cathartic release for her and she told us all her wildest fantasies, and believe me, they were wild. She went on and on to the point I had to tell Smitty via the intercom to make a few more blocks so she could get it all out.

By the time we reached her house she was totally spent. It turns out the twins hadn’t even scratched the surface on her needs and it was somewhat of a relief. I wasn’t sure how she would react when I told her the truth but I thought I might be able to put a spin on it that she would be able to handle. I decided to wait and run it by Katy since Diane would be fine at least until Monday.

She finished getting dressed as we pulled up to her house and before opening the door gave Katy a deep kiss and then turned to me and did the same.

“I love you guys,” she said, “Promise you will keep making my fantasies come true.” And then she was out the door and practically skipping up the steps to her house, happier than we had ever seen her.

*****

It was a forty forty-five minute ride to the club and Katy and I spent the first fifteen minutes of it quiet and lost in our own thoughts. Katy snuggled up next to me in the big back seat and I held her as we mulled over the events of the night. Katy was the first to break the silence.

“That went…well?” She said hesitantly.

The way she said it struck me funny and I began to giggle. Before long we were both rolling in laughter and the tension was finally gone. We had a lot to think about but it appeared the only real injury had been to my ribs and pride. We both put the thoughts out of our minds and relaxed so we could enjoy the rest of the evening.

By the end of the ride we were making out and I was playing with Katy’s clit to get her warmed back up. She responded by stroking my cock through my trousers and by the time we pulled up to the club we were both boiling.

Smitty opened the door for us as a joke and we pretended he was really our chauffeur for the benefit of several people passing by. Katy and I got in without a problem and before long we were wedged into the dance floor like sardines as the strobes flashed and the bass blasted in our ears. We danced pressed against each other and it just made us hornier as the night wore on.

It was easy to see we were together so it was something of a shock when a girl pushed in between us and looked me straight in the eye.

“I need your help,” she said in a fearful voice, “Please come with me.”

She grabbed my hand and abruptly turned to walk away only pausing for a moment to acknowledge Katy.

“I’m sorry Katy,” she choked out on the verge of tears, “but he is the only one that can help me.”

Katy and I looked at each other and she shrugged to let me know it was ok. The girl headed toward the edge of the dance floor with me in tow and then took a sharp turn as we cleared the swarm of people to head toward a hallway. We moved into an area that had the bathrooms and, without hesitation, she led me directly into the men’s room.

The light was bright in the bathroom and I could finally get a good look at the girl. It was Wendy from our school. I barely recognized her because of her makeup and the way she was dressed. The cropped white t-shirt and micro skirt showed more than it covered and I found myself thinking she looked hot.

She dragged me past a few shocked looking boys and into the last stall. Turning to face me she looked as if she were gathering her courage to tell me something. She was about to talk when one of the boys that had seen us, popped over the stall divider, obviously standing on the toilet next to us.

“What cha doin’ with the slut?” he slurred. I could smell the alcohol on his breath and pushed the door to our stall open so I could grab the idiot. There were 4 other guys standing there when I came out and the biggest one stepped up to me.

“I think I want your bitch,” he growled. I sized him up quickly and I didn’t like my odds. He was several inches taller and about fifty pounds heavier than me.

‘Fuck it,” I thought as I caught him with a straight right hand to the face. He staggered back against his buddies giving me time to drag the idiot from the stall. Pulling him by the collar I launched him towards the big goon to give me some time. The big guy was still on his feet and headed my way with a sour look that was emphasized by the blood coming from his nose.

“I’m gonna kick your…” I popped him with a couple of jabs to the eye and the area around it began to swell immediately. He charged as I peppered him with quick shots but he was too big for me and I was slammed against the wall.

‘Oh shit,” I thought as my hurt ribs seemed to explode and cause stars to dance in my vision.

‘Screw the boxing,’ I told myself, ‘this is a fight.’

As he tried to bear hug me I brought my knee up sharply catching part of his groin, he winced but it wasn’t a dead on shot, so I tried with the other knee, and caught him perfectly. He released me and grabbed his crotch as I began hammering him with punches as fast as I could, backing him up as I followed. He crashed into the door and fell to the ground outside the room, even with the help of his group trying to hold him upright. I grabbed the door and yanked it shut before anyone could get to it. I set the deadbolt lock and the slide bar before heading back to the stall were Wendy was peeking out.

“Are you ok?” she asked concerned.

“Yeah,” I winced as I took a breath, “just knocked the wind out of me.” It was a lie but she seemed to have enough problems.

She looked me over as if to be sure and then began summoning her courage again.

“I need your help,” she hesitated and blushed deeply. “I’m being blackmailed by someone and the kids at school say you helped Diane.”

I leaned against the wall as she explained that another girl at our school was blackmailing her and she had no one to turn to. She had heard the erroneous rumor that I had saved Diane from a blackmailer and now she wanted me to help her as well. She constantly glanced at her watch while telling the story and finally she stopped almost mid-sentence.

“I don’t have time to tell you everything,” she hesitated again and the blush returned. “I have to do what she says because she will punish me if I don’t.”

I didn’t say anything and watched as she pulled off her top to reveal her bare tits. I know I was staring because she was suddenly waving a permanent marker in front of my face.

“I need you to write on me,” Wendy explained, “On my breasts… ah…I mean tits.”

“Write what?” I quizzed.

“She wants,” the girl started and then almost broke down, “I need you to write SLUT on one and WHORE on the other.”

“Fuck this,” I said, “You might be able to see it through the shirt and we still have to get out of here.”

Wendy’s eyes went wide. “NO, PLEASE!” she cried, “You don’t know what she is capable of. I need you to do it or I have to find someone else. It’s all part of her sick games. PLEASE DO IT!” She began to sob and some of her makeup began to run.

“Ok, ok,” I said as soothed her the best soothingly as I could, “Show me what you need me to do.”

She showed me where to write and how big to make it. The two words were very large and barely fit on her ample breasts. She looked at her watch when I finished and must have realized she was almost out of time. She Wendy took a deep breath and turned her back to me before bending over to expose her bare ass.

“I need you to write your phone number on my ass,” she sniffled. I started to write it on her right cheek but she stopped me.

“No, inside,” she corrected me, “right next to my asshole.” She reached back with both hands and spread her ass cheeks to reveal her tiny asshole. I could see the embarrassment wash over her but it wasn’t affecting her like it did Diane. Wendy wasn’t enjoying this at all.

“Put the pen in my ass” she said, staying in the same position. I pushed it in slowly, leaving a tiny bit where I could see it. Wendy reached over with one finger and pushed it all the way in.

When I finished the task she straightened up, checked her watch again, and picked up her little cut off t-shirt before going into the stall. She stood next to the toilet and began to lean forward before stopping suddenly. She reached over and flushed it.

I stood by helpless since I really didn’t know what I could do to help. She stood in the stall with her little white shirt in hand waiting for the bowl to fill up before dunking the cloth into the water. She soaked it entirely, wrung it once to get about half the water out, and put it on.

I could see the total distaste on her face for having to do the act and the purpose became very clear. The t-shirt was see-through and the words I had scrawled on her chest were easily visible. She came out of the stall and looked hopefully at me.

“Can you help me?” she asked pitifully.

I nodded, “I will do anything I can.”

She smiled for the first time since pulling me off the dance floor. “Good. I just need you to do one more thing before I go back to show her.”

I nodded again but didn’t say anything. It was obvious nothing she had me do up to this point would be nearly as humiliating as walking back through the crowded club to get to the front door.

She took another deep breath and steeled her nerve, “I need you to cum on my face.”

I sat quietly in the back seat of the limo lost in my own thoughts. Getting out of the club hadn’t been nearly the problem I was thinking it would be. One call from my cell to Smitty and everyone cleared a path. He asked no questions as Wendy walked past him with the words ‘SLUT’ and ‘WHORE’ clearly visible on her tits under the wet t-shirt. The crowd parted as he lead the way and I followed behind the two, trying to watch my back as we headed toward the door. Katy saw us and pushed her way through to join our procession.

“What the fuck!” she gasped as she saw Wendy’s condition. She finally realized there was cum dripping from her face and turned to me. I sheepishly returned her stare.

“I can explain,” I started and then fell silent. I felt like it was weak, being tonight was prom and Katy was my date. How do you explain your cum on another girl’s face? I had never thought of her as the jealous type but right then I could feel her disappointment and I felt trapped.

“Well?” Katy snapped bringing me out of my haze. She looked expectantly at me as the limo continued on the road back to our town. When I didn’t answer right away she gave me the eyebrow and I sighed before telling her the story.

She interrupted me a few times to clarify, but basically sat quietly as I relayed the events in the bathroom. I stammered a few times when it came to the part where Wendy had begged me to cum on her face. I guess I was embarrassed by the fact that I hadn’t put up a fight or even tried to talk her out of it.

When I finished Katy sat back on her side of the seat and pondered the situation. I was again contemplating how such a well-planned night had gone to shit with me as the main ingredient. My ribs still hurt and, now that the adrenalin had worn off, I was getting sharp pains with each breath.

“You did what you had to do,” Katy said finally, “I can’t think of any other way you could have handled it given the circumstances.”

“Thank you,” I said meekly, “Katy, I’m sorry it…” She stopped me in mid-sentence with her hand.

“Doesn’t mean I’m over it,” she said quickly. I shut up, just like Smitty had coached me to do in these situations.

*****

The next morning I felt as if my head would explode. It was noon before I finally made it down to the kitchen where my parents were already having lunch. Mom fixed me a plate and after sitting it down in front of me I realized they were both staring.

“What?” I finally asked.

“Do you have something to tell us?” my Dad said. I froze and I’m sure the blood drained from my face.

“Ummm, like what?” I stalled. Actually, I had no idea what part of my life they had discovered or how bad it was.

“The bruise on your face,” my Mom chimed in, “Did you get in a fight last night?”

I reached up and could feel the slight lump on my left cheek bone.

“And you’re breathing funny,” my Dad said, “What happened? Were you fighting?”

I was a little stunned and hadn’t expected to be interrogated so soon after waking up. I really didn’t want to lie to my parents so I told them as much of the truth as I could.

“I was protecting a girl from some guys at the teen club we went to last night. One of them was really big and ruffed roughed me up a bit. I’m ok though.”

“What did we tell you about fighting?!” my Dad yelled, “I thought we had this conversation the last time you got in trouble at school.”

“We did, but this is different, it wasn’t my fault!” I tried to tell him.

“If I remember correctly that is the same line you used the last time! You’re grounded!” he barked. “I will let you know exactly what your punishment is this evening after I think about it.”

I went to my room and shut the door before crawling gingerly back into bed. My side was killing me and a quick look in the mirror confirmed the bruise on my cheek was obvious. I thought of calling Smitty but he had been as cold to me as Katy had when she got out of the car last night.

“I need some more time to think about this,” she had said flatly, and then turned and walked away. I sat by myself in the big back seat of the limo and I couldn’t think of a time I felt more alone. It was about to get worse.

“Boy, I’m not your body guard,” Smitty had told me when we returned to the shop to pick up our respective cars. “You better get a handle on yourself and how you treat women. Katy and Diane may like that kind of horse play but that girl tonight…” he trailed off and clenched his big fists together.

“Whatever it is you were playing at with that girl at the club, I don’t want any part of it. You don’t come back to the gym until you get it figured out. Besides, your ribs is busted and you won’t be fighting anytime soon.” He had walked away without giving me the chance to explain.

I really needed to talk with Katy and figure out all the things that were going on. How was I going to explain things to Diane? How could I help Wendy? What could I do about my parents? It seemed like a million other thoughts that were running through my head all at once.

I tried to call Katy but there was no answer. This day was going to hell in a hurry.

*****

Monday morning came too early as I hadn’t gotten much sleep. My Dad never came to get me for our talk so I figured he had forgotten about it. It wasn’t until I saw he had changed out the Chevelle keys for my old beater that I realized how mad he really was. I went by Diane’s house to pick her up as usual, and I didn’t have to tell her to get in the front. She hopped right in and gave me a condescending look.

“You are in so much trouble,” she said. Then she saw the bruise on my cheek and reached out to touch it, pulling back quickly when I winced.

We pulled off from the curb as she began talking, “I know Wendy. She sits directly behind me but never says a word. I didn’t have a clue she was in trouble, I don’t think anyone does, I mean, knows she is in trouble. Why did she pick you?”

I guess Katy had left that part out of their girl chat yesterday. “She heard I saved you from the guy I beat up last year. She thinks I can save her from someone that is blackmailing her.”

“Hmm,” she didn’t sound convinced, “I will slip her a note in class and see what happens.”

Once at school, I ran into the Three Amigos and, since the girls were on strike, I hung out with them most of the day. It wasn’t until school was over and I got back to my car that I saw Katy and Diane waiting for me next to it.

“Wendy told me everything today,” Diane gushed, “It looks like you’re out of the dog house.”

I looked to Katy and she came to me with a kiss and then a big hug that made me cry out.

“What’s wrong?” Katy demanded.

“I broke my ribs last night. Smitty says I can’t fight for a while.” Katy’s face softened and she held me against her but on the other side.

“What’s wrong with your car?” Diane popped up., “I was going to ask this morning but I didn’t have time.”

“Parents are mad at me for fighting again.” I told them about our Sunday morning discussion.

“Don’t worry about it,” Katy said, and then she smiled, “you still have us.”

We hopped in my clunker and headed for a park we sometimes went to, so we could talk without worrying about being overheard. We sat at a table and Diane took out several sheets of notes she had exchanged with Wendy and began to fill us in.

Wendy had been approached by Brittany Larson, who also attended our school, and began to befriend her. Wendy was cute, but kept to herself, and had never run with the rich snooty girls. She was flattered with all the attention. Within just a few weeks Brittany had her confidence and talked her into doing a favor. They were cruising around in Brittany’s BMW when they pulled up to an old house in the seedier part of town.

Wendy was coaxed into taking a purse and walking up to the house to exchange it for something for Brittany. It never occurred to her that she was doing anything wrong, but when she got back in the car, Brittany turned on her. She had filmed the entire transaction with a camera phone and Wendy’s finger prints were all over the package. If she wanted to stay out of jail she had to do what she was told.

It started out simple enough with Wendy having to do some homework. It escalated slowly into having to get Brittany a soft drink, or going to do an errand. Soon she was stealing small items from local stores and it was all filmed and stored away.

The tasks became progressively more risky until one night the two were sitting outside a convenience store when a Corvette pulled up next to them. Brittany watched a man get out and head into the store while leaving the car running.

“I want that car,” said Brittany suddenly, “Go get it for me.” Wendy had looked at here in total shock but Brittany began to threaten to tell her parents all the things she had done up to this point. Finally, Wendy jumped out of the BMW and into the Corvette before the pair tore off down the street. Wendy was now a felon and would probably go to jail if anyone ever knew. Brittany had the video evidence.

After that, the blackmail tasks intensified. Brittany had forced Wendy to have sex with the owner at the teen club she had met me in. It appeared that the man ran drugs out of the club and it wasn’t long before Wendy became a mule to transport drugs to their distribution points. She was now totally involved with the illegal dealings with the club and was used, with several other girls, to put on ‘shows’ like the other night to entice more customers.

“Wow,” I said after hearing the entire story. “Does she have any idea what Brittany has planned next?”

“Wendy said the game from the other night is used to blackmail more people,” Diane explained, “Brittany will call the person and say they must do what she says or they will go to jail for having sex with a minor.”

Wendy was already 18 and I hadn’t had actually had sex with her. It seemed pretty flimsy to me but if you weren’t sure about her age I guess it could work.

“The reason it works,” Diane said, reading my mind, “Is because they are blackmailed into having more sex with her. Wendy has a wireless transmitter sewn into her shirt collars so Brittany can record everything. She will set up a meet and have a camera in the hotel room so there is also video evidence of what has happened.”

“Once the video is made there is no going back unless the person being blackmailed wants to go to jail. Wendy is also given a cell phone and instructed to ask the guy to take pictures as he uses her. Brittany saves these as well.”

“How many times has Brittany done this?” Katy quizzed.

“Wendy said they had done it to three different guys,” Diane answered, “but she made her go with one guy three different times.”

“To get more evidence?” I asked.

“No,” Diane hesitated, “He was very cruel and did a lot of weird stuff to her. Brittany taped it all and makes Wendy watch it from time to time. She wouldn’t tell me exactly what happened.”

Katy let out a low whistle as we both sat back thinking about the situation. If I was going to get a phone call it would have to be soon. I was thinking Brittany wouldn’t want to risk exposing Wendy right at the end of school. I figured the meet would be on Friday or Saturday.

I got up from the table, wincing from the pain in my ribs. Both the girls were on me in a second asking if I was ok and if they could do anything to help.

“Well, actually,” I said slowly, “I could use help relieving some tension.”

The girls giggled and, after looking around for passersby, Katy bent over the table and hiked up her skirt as Diane worked on getting my pants down. It was getting dark and no one was around, so I wasn’t too worried when Diane grasped my cock as it popped free and began sucking on it. A few minutes later, I was gingerly fucking Katy from behind while Diane knelt between our legs and licked my balls.

My ribs hurt but the more I got into a rhythm the more I ignored the pain. Before long, I was slamming into Katy with my balls banging against Diane’s forehead as she tried to keep up. I stopped for a second and pulled my cock out of Katy’s pussy and then shoved it in Diane’s mouth in one smooth motion. She took it easily and began to suck on it like she was possessed before I pulled back out and slammed into Katy again. I began doing this every few strokes and before long I was ready to cum.

When I felt it was time, I pulled out of Katy and shot my cum on Diane as she squealed with pleasure. Sticky ropes splashed across her face and dripped onto her shirt as I continued to spray her with my pent up seed. Finally, when I was finished, she looked to Katy and back to me but made no attempt to wipe it off.

“What would you like me to do sir,” she grinned.

“Get Katy to help you with that,” I told her.

Katy pulled her shirt tail up and was just about the start wiping the cum off when I stopped her.

“No,” I told her sharply, “use your tongue.”

Katy balked, but it looked like Diane had an orgasm right at that moment. Katy slowly leaned down to Diane and gave her a passionate kiss that listed for several minutes. Then she looked at me seductively and began licking the cum from Diane’s cheeks. My cock was already hard again and I was about to bend Diane over the table when my cell phone rang.

“Hello,” I answered.

“I got your number from a girl’s asshole,” came a metallic voice, “I have a proposition for you.”

It was comical listening to the voice when I could picture who it was. I managed to keep from laughing.

“What do you want?” I tried to act scared but this seemed a bit ridiculous.

“You will be at the Palace Hotel at 9 pm on Friday night,” Brittany’s distorted voice said.

“Why would I do that,” I asked flatly.

“Because I liked the way you played with my pet and I want you to do it again.”

“Hmmm,” I pretended to be thinking it over, “ok, I will play with your little slut, but I will let you know where on Friday night.”

“NO!,” Came the sharp reply. “you will go where I say or else.”

“Or else what,” I replied calmly, “I get your little game, but I’m about to take it to a whole new level. You bring the bitch where I tell you and I promise she will never be the same when I’m done with her.”

Brittany was quiet for a few seconds and I knew I had hit a nerve. She was a sadistic bitch and I was guessing she wouldn’t be able to pass up a chance like I had just offered.

“Fine,” the metallic voice croaked, “call this number at 9 pm but you had better be within a few minutes of the Palace or the deal is off.” The line went dead and I saved the number in my phone.

When I turned back to the girls they both had shocked looks on their faces.

“What did you just do?” Katy asked.

“I got a date,” I quipped. Katy smirked at me and I could see a bit of my cum on her cheek where she had rubbed against Diane. We were a few hundred yards from the car and it was getting dark so we decided to head back.

“Take off all your cloths,” I said. They both froze but then Diane began to undress down to just her shoes. A few seconds later, Katy did the same. I grabbed their stuff and began at a fast pace up the trail towards the car with the naked girls following a few yards behind. We were almost to the parking lot when a set of car headlights swung into view.

The girls both sprinted past me and toward my car as fast as they could go and managed to get there before the car pulled up. The only problem was, I had the keys. I took my time getting to them as they huddled down against the side of the my old beater to hide themselves as the intruder pulled up a few spaces away. By the time I got to the girls an older gentleman was getting out with a small dog yipping at his feet.

“Go get in on the other side,” I told them. They both looked at me incredulously but Diane grabbed Katy’s hand and they stood up and walked around my old car and into full view of the man.

“Fucking sluts!” the old man shouted before walking off down the trail with a flashlight.

I popped the locks and the girls jumped into the car. Diane was in the back and rubbing her clit furiously before her ass even hit the seat while Katy had that warm glow about her. She leaned over and kissed me before lowering her head to my lap and sucking my cock on the way back home.

I dropped the girls off and headed to my house in a better mood than I had been in for several days. I didn’t have my Chevelle but Katy and Diane would help me figure out a way to get Wendy free and clear. I felt like the three of us would be an unstoppable team.

I pulled into the drive and went into the house to find my Dad waiting for me. He led me to his office and without preliminaries began preaching to me about fighting and how bad I had been. He was furious about what had happened at the club, so I just let him vent.

“And something else son,” he said as he finally began to wind down, “I saw what you were doing in the locker room after your fight the other night. You won’t be going out with Katy anymore!”
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