The Dirty Show
Authors: Selena Kitt
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Short Story—Big
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(approx
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Table of Contents
(A Baumgartner
Short)
By Selena Kitt
Selena Kitt Single
Short Story—Big
Bang!
(approx
5550 words)
“Hey
girl, this is crazy, and I know we just met, but…”
Janie
blinked in surprise at the guy who took the stool beside her at the bar,
instinctively backing away a little as he leaned closer. He was young, barely
old enough to gain entry into the club, and while she was just ten years past
that, this clear attempt to pick her up amused her greatly.
“Excuse
me?” She crossed one leg over the other, letting her already-too-short skirt
ride up her thigh, revealing the lace top of her thigh-high stocking, enjoying
his reaction. His gaze skipped from her hemline to the v-neck of her blouse,
revealing far more cleavage than she was used to showing.
“Sorry,
it was a just bad pickup line!” He had to yell to be heard, leaning in even
closer, and Janie could smell beer on his breath. “Whatcha drinkin’? I’m
buying!”
“Shot
of Patron!” Janie yelled in reply and lifted her glass, tilting back the honey
colored liquid at the bottom.
“Two
shots of Patron!” the guy called to the bartender. She was a leggy redhead who
raised her eyebrows as she poured the shots but she took the guy’s money and
slid the drinks in front of them, moving on to the other patrons crowding the
bar.
“What
should we drink to?” Janie lifted her glass, enjoying the way he turned toward
her on the stool so his knee brushed her thigh. He was tall, and the jeans and
cowboy boots alone made her belly quiver. The silver buckle and the hat were
just cherries on the cake.
“All
I know is we need to get hammered.” He clinked his glass to hers, grinning, still
yelling to be heard. “Because I wanna nail you!”
“The
first pickup line wasn’t bad enough?” Janie smirked, raising one eyebrow and
glancing pointedly down at his crotch. “I don’t know, are you sure you brought
enough wood?”
Her
timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Tequila erupted from his mouth in a
fine spray all over the bar and he choked behind his black shirt sleeve, eyes
watering, but he came up laughing.
“I’m
pretty sure you’d be happy with the timber, ma’am,” he replied, still grinning.
“Excuse
me, is this seat taken?”
She
felt a presence, glancing over her shoulder at the dark, curly hair appearing
behind her as he slid onto the stool on her other side.
“I’m
Josh,” he said, holding out his hand.
Janie
took it, smiling. “Janie.”
“Oh,
she’s a tougher nut to crack than that, pal, believe me!” the cowboy remarked,
using one of the napkins sitting under a bowl of peanuts to wipe up the tequila
he’d spit all over the bar.
“Is
that so?” Josh smiled. “I guess we’ll have to see about that. Hey, cowboy, can
I borrow your hat?”
The
cowboy frowned, but he took it off and handed it over, smoothing back his sandy
hair.
“Thanks.”
Josh put the hat over Janie’s still untouched shot of tequila. “I bet you a
kiss I can drink that without ever touching the hat.”
She
cocked her head and eyed him skeptically. “One kiss?”
“Would
you prefer a blowjob? I know I would!”
“Okay,
one kiss.” Janie laughed, feeling her face flush. Beside her, the cowboy was
watching intently.
Josh
gave a nod and then crouched down, disappearing under the lip of the bar. Janie
squealed as she felt his hands on her calves, a hot mouth pressed to her knee,
making drinking sounds. The cowboy’s eyes widened.
“Ma’am?
Do you need me to—?”
“No,
no!” She laughed, waving him away as Josh reappeared.
“Taa
daa!” Josh wiped the back of his mouth, dropping her a wink.
The
cowboy scowled, reaching over to grab his hat off the counter, revealing the
shot sitting, still untouched, on the bar. “Hey!”
Josh
grabbed the glass, knocking the shot back in one tilt of his head. He turned to
Janie, grinning. “Now about that blowjob…”
“Kiss!”
she reminded him as he wrapped his arms around her waist, forcing her to spread
her legs as his mouth came down on hers, slanting across with a wet, hungry
heat she couldn’t resist. Janie put her arms around his neck, letting him draw
her tongue in, suck at it, and felt the stiff press of his erection through his
jeans.
“What
the hell?” The cowboy was still scowling when Janie came up for air, face
flushed, pushing her blonde hair back out of her eyes.
“I
drank it,” Josh explained, grinning. “But I never touched the hat, did I?”
The
cowboy looked from one to the other, puzzled. “But… you… are you…?”
Janie
disentangled herself from Josh’s arms, turning on the stool toward the confused
man. Leaning in closer, so she wouldn’t have to yell to be heard, she whispered
into his ear, “Married.”
She
saw the light dawning and slipped her arm around Josh’s waist as she slid off
the stool, feeling his hand moving over her ass, squeezing, kneading her flesh.
Her whole body was buzzing with heat, her nipples hard under her blouse. The
cowboy’s gaze went there, in spite of the fact Josh had already claimed her.
“You’re
a lucky man.” The cowboy tipped his hat, his gaze sweeping Janie from head to
toe, making her tingle.
“I
know.” Josh leaned in and whispered into Janie’s ear. “I’ll meet you outside.”
“Thanks
for the drink, cowboy.” Janie turned and walked away, hips swaying, feeling the
heat of his gaze following her.
There
were two guys standing outside trying to get a taxi, but the moment Janie
appeared in her high-heels and short skirt, a yellow cab pulled up, stopping so
fast it left a skid mark on the cooling pavement. She smiled apologetically at
the men waiting as she got into the back seat, telling the driver their
destination, and asking him to wait for Josh.
“So,
what do you think?” Josh slid in beside her as the driver took off. He slipped
his hand slowly over her stocking and up underneath her skirt. He lowered his
voice and whispered, “Last bar for the night, my insatiable little slut?”
Her
eyes widened slightly and she felt the familiar tingle between her legs. The
driver wasn’t paying any attention to them, listening to a Spanish radio
station. She looked at Josh, a little mischievous smile passing over her face,
and leaned back in the seat slightly.
He
looked out the window, seemingly uninterested in her, but his hand slid up
further, feeling the heat between her legs. His fingers brushed over her
panties and he began slowly stroking her.
Mmm,
warming me up.
She let her eyes close, feeling the tingle building as her
panties grew more damp with each pass of his fingers. Only a small intake of
breath indicated Janie felt his fingers slide her panties aside and his fingers
slip inside, seeking the hottest, wettest spot. He glanced at her, and she
heard his breath quicken slightly. He loved it, she knew, almost as much as she
did.
His
finger moved around her clit, making easy, practiced circles. Janie met the cab
driver’s eyes in the mirror. He was watching now, seeing the flush on her
cheeks, the rosy glow spreading to her chest. She moaned softly, parting her
legs wider and sliding her bottom down on the seat.
“It
makes you hot, doesn’t it?” Josh leaned in to whisper into the shell of her
ear, sending shivers up her spine. “Knowing he’s watching. You’re making his
dick hard.”
She
whimpered, nuzzling her face against her husband’s neck, squirming on the seat.
He knew he drove her crazy, but that’s just where he intended to go. His
fingers moved lower, slipping inside her slick pussy, probing deep. She sighed
and arched, holding on tight to him as the cab made a sharp left.
“Taste
your cunt.” He lifted his glistening fingers to her mouth, forcing them between
her lips. The cab driver actually gasped, watching Janie eagerly suck her
juices, rocking on the seat. “You’re such a little slut. Say it. Tell me you’re
my cock whore.”
“I’m
a slut,” she gasped, sliding a leg over his, spreading herself. “I’m your cock
whore.”
“Yes,
you are,” Josh growled, pulling her into his lap, forcing her to straddle him,
her skirt riding up her thighs and over her ass. Janie glanced over her
shoulder and saw the cab driver frantically adjusting the mirror for a better
view. She arched her back, giving it to him. “Are you ready to give them all a
show, you slutty little brat? Are you ready to give them a hot, dirty little
show?”
“Yes!”
She rocked against him, feeling the length of his cock even through the thick,
denim crotch of his jeans. “You’re so good to me, baby. Ohhh so fucking good to
me.”
The
cab slowed and then stopped and Janie glanced up, the ache in her pussy
unbearable, the excitement too much to contain. Outside, the air was warm,
stifling even in the moonlight, and Janie frantically filled her lungs as Josh
pulled her from the vehicle.
“You
should wait.” Josh leaned down to the window to speak to the driver, who was
clearly trying to keep some sort of professional expression on his face and
failing miserably. “Come on in if you want to see a show.”
There
were men crowded at the door, at least a dozen, maybe more. Janie felt their
gazes on her as Josh directed them all to step aside so he could unlock the
empty warehouse door. She saw the cowboy near the back, his eyes big in the
moonlight.
Four
of the men went in even before Josh. They were all huge, with broad backs and
thickly muscled arms under their matching white tanks that shared one word
across both the front and back: “Security.” One of these men posted himself at
the door, turning on the stark, overhead fluorescents. The other three went
over to the twin mattress arranged on pallets in the middle of the empty room.
“Ready?”
Josh whispered. Janie just nodded, trembling, as he led her over to the
mattress. It was brand new—the plastic had been removed that afternoon and
discarded in a nearby corner. Two folding chairs stood beside it. Janie stood
beside the mattress, head and eyes down, and waited. The men, murmuring and
talking together, some of them joking, laughing, getting to know each other,
followed them, making a semi-circle.
All
eyes were on her until Josh held up his hands and announced, “The first rule of
Fuck Club is you don’t talk about Fuck Club.”
It
was quiet at first, the men shifting, looking uneasy, but then Josh grinned,
shaking his head. “Just kidding.”
There
was nervous laughter. Janie’s knees felt weak and she leaned against one of the
bodyguards for support. His hand moved to her elbow, holding her up.
“You
were lucky enough to be chosen or invited here tonight,” Josh went on. He was
unbuttoning his shirt as he talked. “This only happens once a year, and if
you’re lucky and follow the rules, you may get invited back again next year.
The date and the location changes every year, so don’t get any ideas. If you’re
not invited back, you’re out of luck. So I’d behave if I were you.”
Josh
slid off his shirt, folding it neatly and putting it on a chair beside the
mattress. “And if you can’t control yourself or follow the rules, these four
bruisers are here to help you. Got it?”
There
was a murmur of understanding.
“So
what are the rules, mate?”
Janie
recognized the voice of the Australian guy they’d picked up from the first bar
they’d been to that night. That seemed like a million years ago.
Josh
slid his belt out of the loops on his jeans, rattling them off from memory.
“You can look, you can touch, but you can’t fuck her and you can’t kiss her on
the mouth. If she wants to touch or suck your cock, she will. If she doesn’t, don’t
force her, or you’ll be removed.”
She
watched, eyes still downcast, as her husband removed his jeans, leaving him
wearing only a very tented pair of boxers.
“You
can touch yourself, obviously. Or each other, if you’re into that. I don’t
care.” Josh turned to Janie. “You can touch her anywhere else with your hands
or your mouth, but don’t be too rough—unless she asks you to be. And you can
come anywhere you like, except for her mouth or her pussy. She likes it when
you come on her, so please, do feel free.”
She
swallowed and blushed at his words as Josh sat down in the chair in front of
her. He was half-smiling and she felt his fingers brush her wrist, a tender
gesture. She shivered.
“And
just like in kindergarten,” he said, not looking at the men at all now.
Everyone was looking at her. “We play nice, we take turns, and we share. Got
it?”
Another
murmur of assent. Some of the men followed Josh’s lead and removed their
shirts, their pants. Some hung back, still unsure, watching.
“There
are folding chairs over there, if you want to sit back and watch.” Josh pointed
toward the wall, his gaze never leaving his wife. “Or you can get up and get
involved if you like, that’s up to you. This is an interactive show.”
Josh
encircled her wrist. “Right, baby?”
“Yes,”
she whispered, quivering with excitement—the room was alive with it, like a
thick pulse, like the blood rushing through her veins. He turned her hand over,
kissing her palm.
“Take
your shirt off,” Josh ordered. “Show yourself to all these men. They’re all
hard for you, baby. They want to see the hot little body you’ve been teasing
everyone with all night.”
Another
group murmur of assent. Janie unbuttoned her blouse slowly, glad the warehouse
was warm, but her nipples were hard anyway. She hadn’t worn a bra. Her breasts
were full and round, still firm, and there was a collective sigh as she
revealed them, dropping her blouse onto the chair with Josh’s clothes.
“Turn
around,” Josh instructed. He unzipped her skirt, sliding it down her hips,
letting it pool on the floor at her heels. “Bend over.”
She
grabbed the back of the chair beside him for balance, bending and stepping out
of her skirt so she could spread her legs wider. Moaning, she arched her back
when she felt Josh’s hand move over her ass, cupping, squeezing her flesh. Out
of the corner of her eye she saw a few of the men already had their cocks out,
slowly stroking. Some had pulled up chairs. The sight of them made her dizzy
with lust.