Amateur Hour

Gina shivered as she heard the raucous applause, catcalls, and wolf
whistles from the main bar area. There were only two more contestants
before it would be her turn, and she was suddenly finding it very difficult
to imagine walking onstage in front of a crowd of strangers (except for her
husband) and stripping off her clothes. What had started as a joking
suggestion for Steve's birthday had become all too real, and now she could
feel herself starting to panic. For years, she had indulged one of her
husband's favorite fantasies, to show off his wife's body in public. It had
started in the privacy of their own bedroom, as she performed stripteases
for Steve's pleasure. Frankly, it turned her on a lot too, especially
watching him stroke himself while she slowly, sexily disrobed.

But things had progressed from there, sometimes getting a little out of
control. On a cross- country trip to see her brother-in-law in San Diego,
Steve had convinced her to flash truckers on the interstates as they were
roaring through Indiana, and later Kansas. At first she had refused, but he
kept pestering her until, finally, she took unbuttoned her top and flashed
her bare breasts at an oncoming truck. At the speed they were going, Gina
knew, there was little that the driver would see anyway. Steve loved it,
and even reached over to tweak her hard nipple, but he decided he wanted
more. So when they went to pass a truck in Kansas, barreling along Route
70, Steve dared her to flash the trucker as they went by. By this time,
Gina was beginning to get a bit annoyed about the whole thing, so--to
Steve's shock and surprise--she whipped off her top completely, and pressed
her tits against the window.

It took a few moments for the trucker to sense that the car next to him
wasn't going past, and he glanced down. Gina laughed as his eyes got wide,
and he swerved a bit. Then the trucker got a big grin on his face, and
pulled twice on the air horn above his head. Gina gave him a nice little
show, even squeezing and pulling on her nipples, but finally Steve got
nervous and they pulled ahead of him. The trucker stuck close to their tail
for miles, but finally exited. The whole thing made them both a bit shaky,
but that night they had a wild session of unbridled sex in their motel
room.

This was different though. When Steve came home from work one night excited
about the sign he had seen in the Tomcat Club window, Gina had made her
little joke. Sure, she would enter the amateur strip contest. Heck, for a
$700 prize, why not? She'd do it as a birthday present to him.

For weeks leading up to it, Steve wouldn't stop talking about it, and at
some point, Gina realized that they had crossed some invisible line. He
really wanted her to do it. And part of her wanted to do it too.

But now, just minutes away from going onstage, she wasn't so sure, and she
paced nervously up and down the hallway waiting her turn at one of the two
dressing rooms.

"First time, hon?"

Gina turned to see a pretty brunette woman eyeing her, a smile playing
about her lips.

"Is it that obvious?" Gina asked, with a smile.

"Well, I just haven't seen you on the circuit before. My name's Helen."

"Gina. What circuit? What do you mean?"

"Well," Helen answered, "there's five or so clubs up in P.G. County, and a
few more over in Montgomery. Three in the District. There's a regular
rotation of these contests. A lot of the girls do the whole rotation. It
can be good money. Everyone gets tips, and of course there's the prize
money for a lucky few."

"Have you ever won?" Gina asked.

"Me? Naw. Came in third once. I mostly just do it for fun. And the tips are
a nice piece of change. This is always the most popular club to do, though,
at least for the brave ones. You can make tons of money at the after-party,
if you're willing to loosen up a little."

"After-party?"

Helen looked at her with a smirk. "You really are a newbie, aren't you,
hon? Listen, this club, The Tomcat, has two kinds of crowds, and two kinds
of shows. The contest happens during the 10 to midnight period. That one's
for everybody. But at midnight, they have last call, and then--to all
appearances--close up shop. But really the fun's just beginning. The place
reopens, invitation only, and the girls that are willing to stay put on a
private show. Totally x-rated, anything goes. It's hot."

Gina licked her lips, which were suddenly very dry, and swallowed
nervously. Trying to sound casual, she asked, "So, what kind of thing
happens?"

"Gina, I've seen all kinds of things at those after parties. Usually it
starts out with a girl-girl show, and then there's one gal here who usually
invites three guys from the audience to join her up onstage. She takes 'em
all on."

"All at once?" Gina was incredulous, but she could also feel herself
getting turned on by what Helen was describing.

"Uh huh. One in the ass, one in the pussy, one in her mouth. Wild, huh?"

Gina could only nod. She felt her face flushing red, and a flood of images
were going through her brain. Why had Steve never mentioned any of this?
She knew he had been to this club several times with friends of his. She
almost missed what Helen said next.

"Any gal who agrees to stay makes $1,000 minimum, and most make a lot more
than that in tips. A hot number like you," Helen let her eyes run up and
down Gina's body appreciately, "could come home with a nice tidy little
sum." Gina felt herself shiver again. Helen's gaze had been very direct,
almost like she was making a pass at her. Then the room in front of them
opened, and a blonde girl came out dressed like one of the Dallas Cowboy
Cheerleaders. She looked like every man's fantasy fuck. Gina felt Helen
push her inside.

"That's the girl I was telling you about. Chenelle, her name is. The one
who takes on three studs at once." Gina found herself staring at the young
woman's twitching behind as it moved down the hall. Mentally she was
imagining what the girlwould look like, impaled on all those cocks. Then
she realized Helen was shutting the door.

"Listen," Helen was saying, "why dontcha let me help you get ready? I can
give you a few pointers." Gina felt a little awkward at the thought of
undressing in front of her new friend, then realized with a smirk how silly
she was being. In a few minutes she was going to be naked in front of a
roomful of howling men. And she realize that she had decided to go through
with it.

Gina quickly told Helen what she planned to do in her act. Her idea was to
come out dressed like a very ordinary, fifties-style housewife. Underneath,
though, she wanted to wear the sluttiest underwear she could find. The club
provided the women with a huge variety of styles and sizes, much of it
donated by local stores hoping to find new customers.

"That's sounds great, Gina. The boys'll lap that up. The first thing,
though," Helen said, "is to see what you really look like. Strip off your
clothes for me, hon." She said it very matter of factly, and then turned
and began rummaging through the lingerie. Gina hesitated, then began
pulling off her turtleneck. She thought that Helen was stealing little
glances her direction as she removed her bra, then started peeling her
stretchy black pants down. Last off were her panties, and then she was
standing there naked, with her back to Helen, but watching the other woman
in the mirror that covered one wall. For a moment Helen just stood there,
and Gina had a chance to admire her as well. Helen was wearing a tight
black leather corset that left her belly exposed. She was amply built--not
fat at all, but fleshy in all the right places. Her breasts, in particular,
were large, larger than Gina's, even though she was a 36C. Helen was also
wearing a leather g-string, and Gina found herself staring between the
other woman's legs, to where a tiny bit of fabric covered her pussy. She
must be shaved clean, Gina thought, to wear something so skimpy. Then her
eyes wandered slightly, catching the reflection in the mirror on the other
wall. She gasped slightly, as she saw that the g-string only had a thin
strap going up between the well-rounded cheeks of Helen's butt. Her
backside was almost completely exposed. The brunette starting walking
towards her.

"Like what you see, hon?" she asked, her voice almost a purr. "Because I
sure do. You're going to have to beat 'em off with a stick tonight. You
might have to start with me." She was standing right behind Gina now, so
close that Gina could feel her hot breath on her ear, and then she watched,
almost trance-like, as Helen reached around and cupped her breasts in her
hands. "First of all," she said, "you want to make sure your nipples are
nice and hard. Doesn't seem like that's gonna be too much of a problem for
you." Gina moaned softly as the other woman caught her nipples between her
fingers, rolled them softly, and then began tugging on them in ways that
sent delicious tingles rippling through her, all the way to her
pussy. "Then," Helen whispered in her ear, "you want to make sure your
pussy is nice and wet for when you take your g-string off. Oh yes," she
said approvingly, "you're already nice and wet, hon." Gina could tell that
Helen was right, and she found herself leaning back against her as Helen
reached down, sliding the tips of her fingers over the nub of her clitoris,
and sliding into the wet folds of her pussy. "Too bad you're not shaved,
but maybe this hairy black bush of yours'll be a nice contrast. It looks
good enough to eat." Gina felt the other woman sliding down to the floor,
and she reached down to grab the edge of the makeup table, unconsciously
spreading her legs wider apart. Then she felt Helen's hot breath on her
pussy, and knew she was about to put her tongue inside her.

It had been years since Gina had had sex with another woman-- not since her
college days. Even Steve didn't know about it, but there had been a period
of several years when she had been actively bisexual. She'd gotten to know
Steve her senior year (he was attending a nearby school), and gradually
she'd just started dating him exclusively. But with the first touch of
Helen's long tongue on her clit, the memories and excitement of lesbian sex
flooded her mind, just as her pussy was flooding with her own juices. Gina
groaned, and reached down to caress Helen's face, pressing herself closer
to the wonderful, lashing tongue. Helen murmured something that Gina
couldn't quite catch, and then pushed her tongue up inside her slit. Gina
just hung on, rocking and quivering as the brunette touched all the right
places up inside her. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and before
Gina could gather herself or answer, the stage manager, Peter, was sticking
his head in. His eyes widened as he took in the erotic scene before him,
but he kept his composure, although his mouth broke into a crooked grin.

"Uh, sorry to interrupt ladies but--um--Gina is due up in five." He started
to retreat, then added, "You two ought to save yourselves for later
anyway." Then he was gone, shutting the door behind him.

Helen emerged from between her legs, wearing a grin and a shiny coating of
pussy juice on her cheeks. "Guess it's time to saddle up, hon." She stood
up and put her arms around Gina, squeezing her fingertips into the firm
flesh of her ass. She pulled her into a tight embrace, grinding her
leather-covered pussy up hard against Gina's crotch. They kissed wetly,
with Gina surrendering to the delicious sensation of Helen's tongue fencing
with her own. Then they pulled apart breathlessly. "Listen, hon," Helen
said. "There's a $500 bonus for doing the girl show to kick off the
after-party. If you're game�" but Gina was already nodding, her eyes
sparkling with lust. "Damn!" Helen said. "We gotta get you ready."

They picked out a real whore's ensemble: a scarlet red corset, with a
push-up top that left Gina's tits naked and outthrust, like pears on a
platter, and a matching garter and stocking set. Gina already was wearing
black stiletto heels, and she had brought the prim dress to cover it
all. Then Helen was leading her by the hand down the hall, and out to the
wings of the stage. Chenelle was just finishing her set, wearing nothing
now but the short white cowboy boots. For her finale, she bent over at the
waist, her ass to the audience, legs spread wide. Her pussy looked wet and
inviting, and she reached down between her legs and spread her lips,
showing her pink, as the men stood up clapping and roaring. It would be a
tough act to follow. Then Chenelle was prancing past them, naked titties
bouncing, her body coated in a delicious sheen of sweat. Gina looked over
at Helen, who grinned and gave her a thumbs up, and then she heard the
announcer introducing her.

"All you men out there must wonder what your wives are like when you're not
around. Well here to show us tonight, appearing for the first time on our
stage, let's give a big welcome to a lovely Italian housewife: Gina!!!" A
lively round of applause rippled through the crowd, and Gina found herself
walking out onstage to the pole in the center, blinking in the bright
lights.

She had tried many times in the past few weeks imagining what this moment
would be like, this moment when she was standing before a crowd of
strangers about to strip for them, but it was nothing like she'd pictured
it. Mostly, in her imaginings, her mind had been full of fears and anxiety,
but now that she was here, she found it easy to lose herself in the
moment. Part of it, she was sure, was due to the encounter she had just had
with Helen in the dressing room. She could still feel the juice traveling
down her upper thigh, seeping from her pussy, and yet there was also the
special erotic buzz that comes from being incredibly aroused but not yet
cumming. She could feel her hard nipples pressing firmly against the front
of her dress, and thought about how hot she must look, like madonna and
whore all wrapped up in one. When the music started, she found it easy to
move to the sultry beat: Bob Seger's "Down on Main Street."

Pretty soon she was twirling around the pole, watching herself in the
mirrors, seeing the hem of her dress fly up far enough to reveal the straps
on her garters. The dress she was wearing buttoned all the way down the
front, and as she danced, it was easy to slip her hand down secretively,
unbuttoning first a button on top, then on the bottom. By the end of the
song, there were only two buttons left, and the crowd was pressing towards
the stage, urging her on. The second song started--Journey's
"Faithfully"--and the last two buttons went. But she continued the tease,
working the crowd like a pro. Then she spotted Steve, standing next to the
stage on one side. Knowing that the crowd would have no idea that he was
her husband, she suddenly strutted over to him, took hold of his hair
gently in her hands, and then quickly whipped her dress open and closed,
enveloping his head inside. Her motion had caused her to flash her tits at
the crowd, and they roared, wondering who the lucky guy was. Steve played
his part well, sliding his fingers up the back of her thighs, and squeezing
the cheeks of her ass. Playfully, Gina backed away from him, and in the
process, she let the dress fall. Now she was standing in front of the
audience in her scarlet slut wear, and they bellowed their approval. Beers
raised up and foamed, and she could see boozed-up friends high-fiving each
other.

Now Gina dropped all pretense at coyness, going into a total bump and
grind. The slow song ended, and her third and last number started up: Rod
Stewart's "Hot Legs." The transformation was complete. Now Gina was playing
the part of everybody's whore. As she strutted toward the audience, her
bare tits bouncing sexily, Gina reached behind her to untie the ribbon on
her g-string. Right as she got up near the edge of the stage, just a foot
away from the men lining the edge, she whipped away her g-string, flashing
her bare, busy pussy right in the men's faces. The crowd went wild, and a
huge cheer went up. But Gina was just getting warmed up, as the men began
chanting her name, she turned around, looked back over her bare shoulder
with a smoldering, sultry look, and slowly sank to her knees. Slowly, she
stretched back, thrusting her bare ass closer and closer to the red-faced
man standing there. He was unable to resist, and shakily reached out his
hand and started running his finger up and down her wet slit. Gina turned
and looked over at Steve, who was staring transfixed at the scene before
him. He grinned and gave her a thumbs-up signal, and Gina knew that he was
loving this. She started moving down the line, side-walking on her knees,
letting each man have a feel of her tight behind, or touch her pussy. Some
were bolder than others; one man even finger-fucked her with two fingers
briefly, and another pulled her behind down closer so her could lick her
crack. The crowd was going crazy, and then the song came to an end. Gina
hopped up and twirled around on the pole, and then strutted off sexily, the
audience chanting "Gina�.Gina�.Gina!!!!"

Helen was waiting in the wings, due to go onstage next. She had added a
leather biker's jacket to her outfit, covering her top and extending down
to just below her almost-bare behind. She had a huge grin on her face as
she congratulated Gina. "That was super-hot, hon. You got 'em ready now,"
she said, as she pulled Gina close for another wet kiss. The announcer was
shouting something and the audience cheered in response, and then Helen was
introduced.

Helen's act was total slut from the get-go. She advanced to the pole, and
seemed to regard it as a sexual partner, contorting her body around it, and
frequently pushing her crotch up against it lewdly. The whole routine
exuded raw sex, and the crowd loved it. Gina watched from the wings, and
started taking the time now to look the audience over. Since the stage was
brightly lit, and she was in the shadows, she could observe without being
seen.

She was surprised at what a mix the audience was. It was about equally
split between white and black--mostly men, of course, but Gina even saw a
few women here and there; some of the men wore business slacks and shirts,
with loosened ties, having come straight from work, while others were
plainly workmen or laborers of one kind or another. One boisterous group
seemed to be members of some local football team. They were drinking a lot
of beer and being very loud, and most of them were enormous. She could see
her husband watching Helen intently, and she wondered what he would think
when she told him about what the two women had been doing backstage. Then
she remembered that she and Helen would be showing him--and all the other
men--what they'd been up to in a few minutes, and she could feel her pussy
tingle at the thought.

She looked over beyond where Steve was standing, and her eye was drawn to a
very pretty redhead sitting with several men. She seemed to be enjoying the
show quite a bit, and as Gina watched her for a moment, one of the
waitresses came to their table. Gina admired the outfit the waitress had
on, black hot pants, and a white shirt tied under her breasts. She
collected all the glasses at the redhead's table and put down another
round. Everyone seemed to be having a great time.

Gina turned back to Helen, now entering her third song. The leather jacket
was long gone, as was the bustier. She wore only the black g-string and
knee-high leather boots, and her body was drenched in perspiration. Gina
had a sudden strong desire to lick her, to taste the salty sweat with her
own lips, and she reached down to run a finger through her own wet
slit. Then came a shocker: Helen did this terrific move where she turned
her back to the audience, grabbed the pole up high, and shook her buttocks
so that they vibrated and bounced really fast. With just the thin strap of
the g-string running up her crack, the effect was fantastic. But then she
turned and walked over near where Gina had stood, directly in front of the
men on the edge of the stage. As they all started chanting
"off�Off�OFF!!!" she reached down and undid the ties on either side
of her pussy. Slowly, grinning wickedly at the men, she peeled the panties
away, and a gradual roar went up, as they realized that on the inside of
the g-string was a thick vaginal insert that Helen had been wearing through
her whole routine. It glistened wetly with her juices, and she made a great
show of bringing it up to her face, smelling it, and then licking it clean
with her long tongue. That brought the contest to a wild, stomping end,
and Helen strutted off to join Gina in the wings.

A few minutes went by while the judges--three men perched on stools along
the side--all conferred. During the wait, while Gina and Helen chatted
excitedly in the wings, Peter came up behind them.

"Listen," he said, "I wanted to apologize again for interrupting you two."

Helen smiled at him. "Oh, don't worry about it, Peter. We just got a little
carried away."

"I was wondering--actually the owner was wondering--if you two would like
to start off our after-party show."

Gina giggled. "We thought you'd never ask! We were going to ask you if we
could."

"Terrific! That's great. I'lljust go check the firehoses, then," he said,
grinning as he left them.

They could hear the emcee now introducing the final results. All the
contestants--there were 20 in all--were brought out onstage, and he made
some remark about how tough the judging was. Then things quieted down a bit
as he intoned, "In third place, finding uses that were never imagined for
leather, is�..Helen!" Gina squealed and gave her a big hug, before
pushing her forward to get her check. "And in second place--really this was
very tough, and either of these girls could have been our winner�." He
paused dramatically, but the crowd shouted for him to continue. "In second
place, a first-timer who really let her hair down tonight, is�.Gina!"

"Oh my god!" Gina shrieked. "I don't believe it!" She could see Steve
beaming up at her proudly--or was he just looking up between her legs?--as
she collected her check: $500. Helen leaned over and gave her another long
kiss, as the crowd cheered lustily.

"And our winner," the announcer said, "a returning favorite, who really
knows her way around a pom-pom: Chenelle!" The crowd roared again, as the
beautiful blonde strutted forward, wearing only a white cowboy hat and
white boots. She gave the announcer a long, lingering kiss, and grabbed his
crotch before accepting her check. She kissed Gina and Helen too, slipping
each of them a little tongue as she did. She was a sexy minx, Gina thought.

"Come on!" Helen said. Let's go get ready."

"Okay, hon. I'll be right there. I have to talk to someone real quick."
Helen gave her hand a little squeeze and disappeared backstage, and Gina
walked over to the edge of the stage, squatting down to talk to Steve. She
happened to glance over him for a second and saw the redhead looking her
way. Gina realized that her pussy must be spread wide open, but she was
past caring.

"Hey, baby," she said to Steve, giving him a passionate kiss on the mouth.

"Gina, hon�.I don't know what to say. You were incredible!"

"Wait till you see what's coming lover boy. Helen--she's the leather
lady--and I are going to start the after-show." Steve's eyes widened, and
his mouth fell open.

"I didn't know if you'd be up for staying, even. Th-that's incredible."

"You mean you don't mind?" Gina asked teasingly.

"Mind? Are you kidding? I am not moving from this spot!" Gina gave him
another big kiss and then scurried backstage to find Helen waiting for her.

"C'mon, sweetie. We have to hurry!" Gina let her take her by the hand, and
they went past the dressing rooms into the private office area. There was a
locker room there, with several shower stalls, and they stripped down
quickly and hopped in one to take a quick shower. While they were in
there, Helen told Gina her plans, which started with shaving her pussy
clean. Gina quickly agreed, game for anything the other woman had in mind.
"Great, sweetie. Now here's what I want us to wear�"

********************

Forty-five minutes later, the bar had been cleared of its regular
clientele. Only a handful of people had left. The ones who remained had
all paid a $250 cover charge. The manager got up to explain some of the
ground rules, mostly involving making sure that everything that happened at
the after-party was done with consent of the participants, and that they
understood that this was considered a private party. But the air was
charged with sexual electricity, further enflamed by the waitresses, who
had all shed their white tops and were prancing around topless. There was a
fair amount of good-natured grabbing going on, but most people were
behaving themselves, even the football players, who were now crowded around
two large round tables near the front.

The lights went down, and a spotlight lit the stage. The talking
immediately died down, then disappeared completely as Helen came into
view. She was dressed in dominatrix gear, all shiny black latex covering
her skintight except that both her breasts and pussy were left bare. She
still wore her tall leather boots. Behind her, crawling on the floor, was
Gina. Helen had her on a leash attached to a studded collar, and she was
wearing only a kind of leather harness, just straps really, that circled
her breast and the cheeks of her behind. They served only to make her body
even more inviting, her breasts proudly lifted, her asscheeks pulled
tight. Otherwise she was nude. Helen led her all around the front of the
stage, at one point making her put her face to the floor with her ass to
the audience. Steve and several others gasped when they saw her pussy,
shaved clean and glistening wet, on full display. Then Helen led her to a
raised mattress, several inches off the floor, that had been set up at the
front of the stage. She arranged Gina on her back, legs spread toward the
audience. And then, without much ceremony, she planted her pussy right on
Gina's face.

Clearly she was smothering her, because after several moments Gina began to
kick and squirm. Helen raised up just enough for her to get a gasping
breath, then lowered her ass again. She repeated this twice more. The
message was clear. Helen was in charge.

She began by pulling the leash up between Gina's legs, letting it rub up
and down in her wet slit. Then she took the end of it and slapped it
several times, rather sharply, between her legs, hitting her directly on
the lips of her pussy, then several times right on her clit. Gina made
yelping cries with each blow, but they were muffled with her face buried in
the wet folds of Helen's pussy. Then Helen draped herself across the top of
Gina's body, reaching down to spread her pussy open with her
fingers. Everyone in the audience seemed to lean forward, as Helen leaned
down, waggled her tongue obscenely, and then tasted the dark- haired girl's
hairless hole. Gina moaned, and she reached up to pull Helen's pussy back
down onto her mouth, sucking at her voraciously. Something rippled through
the room, like a bolt of pure lust, because everyone realized that what
they were seeing in front of them was no act, no bit of cheap porn, but the
real thing, pure unadulterated lesbian lovemaking. In the dimness, several
zippers were opened discreetly, as some of the viewer s found it impossible
to watch the show onstage without beating off.

Helen now had her tongue buried inside of Gina, and it was obvious that
Gina was doing the same to her. Their bodies rocked gently with the rhythm
of their tongues, and each began moaning audibly. Several times, Helen
lifted her face to catch her breath, and each time her cheeks glistened
more wetly with Gina's juices. But she would not let her cum. Each time
she sensed that Gina's climax was close, she would pull back, prolonging
the ecstasy, and the agony, of the moment. Finally, Helen backed off the
mattress completely, leaving Gina gasping in frustration, her breasts
heaving. Helen nodded to the wings, and four other girls came out, other
contestants from the show. Two of them held Gina's arms, massaging her
nipples with their free hands. The others took hold of her legs, stretching
them out wide, then wider, until she groaned in mild protest. Her pussy was
opened wide, and the spotlight caught the wetness of her, making it plain
for all to see.

Helen, meanwhile, was behind Gina, out of her field of vision, so that only
the audience could see that she was putting on an enormous black strap-on
dildo. She snapped it into place, then applied a bit of lube to its wicked
length. Then she walked over so that she was standing right above Gina's
head. The black-haired beauty looked up and saw the shiny black dildo
bobbing right above her nose, and her nostrils flared with lust, knowing
that she was going to get fucked by it. Helen leaned over and kissed her
hard on the lips, her tongue roaming freely inside Gina's mouth. At the
same time, Helen caught hold of her hard nipples in each of her hands, and
when she stood back up, she had them firmly pinched between her fingers so
that they stretched up, at first pleasurably, then, just on the edge of
pain. Gina moaned, loud enough for the club patrons to hear.

Then Helen strutted around in front of Gina, walking between the two girls
holding her legs. Bracing herself on her forearms, she placed the black
dildo right at the entrance to Gina's pussy, rubbing it up and down her
slit to get the tip wet with her juices. Then she slowly let her weight
drive the giant cock inside, letting it open Gina's hole wide, then wider,
as it filled her completely full.

"Ohhhhhh," Gina cried out. "Oh my fucking god�.YES! Oh fuck me�.FUCK
ME!" Only Gina could see Helen smiling down into her face, as she slowly
drew the cock back, until just the head was still inside, then thrust it
forward. Gradually, she increased the speed of her attack, using her
powerful thighs to fuck Gina with steadily building passion. For hours, the
black-haired woman had hovered on the edge of cumming, her mind and body
teased with a succession of erotic moments that had kept her simmering just
at the point of orgasm. But now, at last, the moment of her release was at
hand, and when she came, it was with an intensity that had never been
matched in her life. She could feel her juices actually spurting out around
the edges of the dildo's shaft, and as Helen continued to fuck her hard,
even the audience could hear the squishing noises as the dildo pistoned in
and out of her pussy. The girls holding Gina's arms and legs released her,
and her bare feet curled up and around Helen's driving ass, beating a
sympathetic rhythm on her back as Gina tried to pull her farther and
farther inside her body. They were both working hard now, the sweat pouring
freely from their bodies as they entwined in a slippery embrace of lesbian
lust, and for a moment, despite the fact that they were being watched by a
roomful of rapt viewers, the two women were lost in a world all their
own. Twice more Helen made her cum before finally she pulled herself
away. She peeled off the harness holding the strap-on in place, and crawled
over Gina's writhing body, her knees on either side, until her pussy came
in contact with Gina's mouth, and received her waiting tongue. Then it was
Helen's turn to cum. As Gina reached up with her fingers to peel her labia
apart and push her tongue as deeply as she could inside her pulsing pussy,
Helen leaned back, arching her spine so that her lovely large tits thrust
up into the spotlight, and her long brown hair hung back as she looked back
at the audience. In a final obscene display, she brought the shiny dildo,
still shining slickly with Gina's love juices, up to her mouth, and
deepthroated it. She sucked it clean even as she humped Gina's face, and
the audience was treated to the delicious sight of her face as her
expression contorted and she came.

As one, the audience surged to its feet then, releasing all of its pent-up
erotic emotion in a deafening ovation. Grinning sheepishly, the two women
helped each other shakily to stand, and they bowed, Helen shaking the dildo
in one outstretched hand. Then they went offstage.

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A few minutes later, they made their way out into the bar area, where
people applauded as they walked past their tables. The entire place had
become sexually charged. Gina saw one of the girls from the contest--a
slender woman, perhaps in her mid-thirties, with strawberry blonde hair--on
top of a round table surrounded by eight naked men. The tables all had
large stone lazy Susans in the middle, for serving condiments and dishes,
but all that stuff had been cleared away. Instead, the woman was on the
spinning stone, laughing hysterically as the men played a kind of variation
of Spin the Bottle. One of the men would spin the girl around, and
whichever man her legs wound up pointed to would have a chance to crawl up
on the table do something to her. Some would clamber over her to have her
suck on their cocks. Others would go down on the girl. And others would
spread her legs and push their cocks inside of her. They each were limited
to only one minute, but it looked like a lot of fun. As Gina and Helen
squeezed past the table, a large, good-looking fellow was just pushing his
cock inside the girl as she giggled. Her eyes met Gina's and she rolled
them comically, then reached up to embrace the man as he shoved his cock
inside her.

"You want something to drink, Gina?" Helen asked. "It's open bar."

"I'd kill for a gin and tonic. I'm going over to say hi to my husband."

"Okay, sweetie, I'll meet you over their. I'd love to meet him too."

Gina starting making her way through the tables and chairs, working towards
her husband who had moved over to one of the side booths. It was darkened
in the room, the only light coming from the brightly lit bottles behind the
bar, and the blue light illuminating the stage. She felt more than one
hand reaching out to squeeze her ass in the dark, or tweak her nipples, but
she didn't mind at all. Several times she came upon men masturbating
openly. One asked her if she could suck on his cock but she just smiled
and shook her head.

As she got closer to Steve, Gina looked up onstage and saw Chenelle coming
out, still dressed only in her white cowboy hat and boots. The crowd
started cheering wildly. There were enough people there who had seen what
was coming next. Sure enough, Chenelle walked up to the edge of the stage
and asked for three volunteers. A forest of hands shot up, waving
frantically. She made a show of strutting up and down sexily, but she
already had her eye on the table of football players. She pointed three
times, and Gina saw two enormous black boys get up, along with a white
player with long blond hair. This was going to be interesting, she
thought.

Then she had reached Steve, and he stood and hugged her hard, his hands
dropping down onto her bare ass and pulling her up tight against the
straining bulge in his pants. They kissed lustily, their tongues grinding
hard against each other as he dry-humped her. Finally they broke away
breathlessly.

"God, Gina, that was the hottest damn thing I've ever seen." He smiled at
her, his eyes filled with pride. Then he leaned over close to her ear, to
whisper, "I think I'd screw a snake right now, if someone would hold it
down." Gina giggled at his comment.

"I think I can offer something a little better than a snake," she said
sexily, reaching down to rub his hard-on through his pants.

"Hey you two, get a room!" Helen said, arriving with their drinks, and
grinning broadly. Gina laughed, and introduced Steve. Somehow, although
she could see that Steve was stunned, Gina was not at all surprised at what
her new friend did next. Helen set the drinks down on the table, and
leaned forward to kiss her husband. This was not a "Hi, glad to meet you"
kind of kiss but more like a "Take your clothes off, I'd really like to
fuck you" kind of kiss. Steve was a bit overwhelmed, and Gina saw his face
reddening. No doubt he was wondering what she was feeling, because he
looked over at her, but she just stood there smiling at his discomfort,
sipping on her cool drink. Then, without saying a word, Helen, sank to her
knees in front of Steve and unzipped his pants. He started to say
something, thought better of it, then just gulped as she pulled out his
bobbing cock and started blowing him. Gina just burst out laughing. She saw
Steve's eyes kind of rolling back, as the brunette used all her oral tricks
to bring him off. She knew her husband well and could see that he wouldn't
last long. Then, without missing a beat, Helen reached over to her own
drink, dipped her finger into it to get it wet, and reached in under her
husband's balls. From Steve's reaction--she saw him kind of raise up on his
toes--Gina could tell that Helen was pushing her finger up into his
ass. Gina knew from experience that this was something that drove Steve
crazy. He always came like gangbusters whenever she played with his
ass. His reaction with Helen was no different. He moaned, and took hold of
her head gently, and then groaned more deeply as his cock spurted hot cum
into her mouth. Helen sucked him dry, and Gina thought she had swallowed it
until she turned and kissed her, and then she could feel her push the hot
load into her mouth. Gina moaned in pleasure, and for a few moments they
shared the cum, swirling it around on their tongues, before each swallowed.

"Nice to meet you," Helen said with a smile. Steve had sunk down into the
booth, his pants still around his ankles. He grinned weakly.

Gina looked over at the next booth, her eye caught by movement there. It
was the redhead she had seen before. The woman now had the top of her blue
dress down around her waist, her bare tits bobbing in the pale light. Her
head was also bobbing up and down on the cock of one of her companions, and
she was looking over at Gina, having evidently watched the little scene
that had just occurred. She grinned and gave her a thumbs-up sign, and Gina
smiled and raised her glass in return.

Up on stage, Chenelle had gotten the boys all undressed and had them
standing facing the audience, the enormous blacks on the end and the white
boy in the middle. She was down on her knees, her naked ass pointed toward
the crowd, sucking each of the boys in turn. Their hard cocks glistened in
the spotlight, and the two who were not being sucked were stroking their
cocks in anticipation. Gina and Helen slid into the booth on either side of
Steve. Rather than pull his pants up, he had simply removed them along with
his shoes and socks, and had also unbuttoned his shirt, although he still
wore it. A waitress came over, and smiled at the two girls.

"You two were smoking up there," she said excitedly. "My name's
Sharon. What can I get you?" she asked Steve, who was staring at her large,
pierced boobs.

"Uh--I'll have what she's having," indicating Gina's drink.

"Great! Be right back," Sharon said, with a smile and a wink.

Chenelle was now choreographing the big moment. She put one of the black
boys down on his back on the mattress, and was busy applying lube to his
huge cock. Then she turned around, facing the audience, and to the
amazement of all backed onto the boy's cock, letting the head slowly sink
into her ass, then relaxing and sinking all the way down. As she hit
bottom, everyone cheered. She was grimacing, and Gina imagined that it must
hurt, but she only took a moment to gather herself, before nodding to the
other black boy. As he loomed over her, she tossed her hat aside, and then
the bar was rent by her screaming moan as he pushed his cock--perhaps even
larger than the first boy's--into her pussy. The white boy was staring in
total amazement as he watched her get completely filled with hard black
meat, but his cock was twitching invitingly. Chenelle grinned over at him
and said it was his turn now. She bent her head back, and he came around
behind her, so that when he stuck his cock into her mouth she was upside
down.

And then they were off, a mass of humping, fucking flesh, half black, half
white, writhing in the most lewd display imaginable. Certainly, the sight
inspired people in the room, because as Gina looked around she could see
people fucking and sucking in all corners now. She saw one of the
contestants, who'd seemed like a rather plain, demure woman when she'd seen
her backstage, bent over one of the booth tables while a man slammed her
savagely from behind with his cock. She was pumping two other cocks with
her hands, and yelling at him to fuck her harder. The strawberry blonde
they had seen earlier, was now getting double-fucked on her table; they
seemed to have abandoned the time limit and were now just taking turns
ravishing her. And Gina saw more than one waitress deliver a round of
drinks, chat briefly with customers, and then sink to her knees to deliver
a blowjob.

Now things got a lot more freeform, and the remainder of the event passed
in a bit of a blur for Gina. She remembered seeing the rest of the football
players clambering up on stage, stripping down as they surrounded the
humping trio on the mattress, and Chenelle found herself the central figure
in a team gangfuck. Gina and Helen brought Steve's cock back to life with
their mouths, then took turns fucking him in the booth. Eventually Gina
found herself stretched out across the table, her legs facing out, watching
Helen straddling her cock with her back to him, kissing her as they
fucked. Sharon had returned to the table, and turned out to be almost adept
at eating pussy as Helen; she brought Gina to a table- clutching, screaming
climax, before moving aside at some point. Gina was not sure when it
happened, but when she looked down next, she was gazing into the smiling
eyes of her redheaded admirer, who went down on her while being fucked hard
from behind. She made Gina cum too, but then she too moved away, and
before Gina could get up, a handsome man was leaning over her, asking her
politely if he could fuck her. She was so horny by then that she could only
nod. Three more men followed him�.

Finally, though, Gina and the others had had enough, and she got up to find
Helen and Steve. She found Helen onstage, licking some of the cum from
Chenelle, who was lying in an exhausted heap on the mattress, one boy still
doggedly plowing away at her pussy. Steve was getting a final blowjob from
the redhead, whom Gina finally got to meet; Angela was her name.

After chatting for a bit, they all exchanged phone numbers, and Steve
accompanied Gina and Helen into the dressing room area. It looked like a
bomb had hit it, and Peter just grinned at them and shook his head. He
handed each of them a thick envelope. Gina could see it was stuffed with
bills.

"Hope we see you again, Gina," he said sincerely.

"Oh you most definitely will," she answered, giving him a kiss on the
cheek.

And so, at last, the Amateur Night came to an end. Helen had agreed to come
over to their place to crash. She had no plans, and they thought it would
be fun getting to know each other once they woke up. But that wouldn't be
for hours. They were all exhausted, and badly in need of a shower.

"Next time, though," said Gina, as they split up to get into their
respective cars, "we're going to figure out a way to win this thing!"