Club Pin-Up
“Oh my God, would you look at this place.”
“What?”
Megan turned to look at her friend. “What do you mean what?” she asked. “Don’t tell me you don’t see what I see.”
It wasn’t the first time that Christie Hines had heard that tone in her friend’s voice and she knew enough not to back down or Megan would walk all over her. “Why don’t you tell me what you see,” she said.
“Tell you what I see? Come on. You can’t tell me you don’t see it for yourself.”
“I know what I’m seeing,” Christie said. “I just want to know what you’re seeing.”
“What I’m seeing?” Megan turned to look back at the club. “Look at this place,” she sneered. “It’s totally exploitive.”
“Is it?”
“Of course it is.”
“Then why don’t you tell me who you think’s being exploited.”
“Who I think’s being exploited. Look at them. Don’t tell me you don’t see it.”
“Don’t see what?”
“Don’t see them. The women. They’re totally being exploited.”
Christie Hines looked at the women in the club. While there might have been small differences from one woman to the next, each seemed to fit into a certain mold. Almost every one of them had big breasts and almost every one of them had very red lips. Almost every one of them seemed to have long legs that were on display and high heels. But perhaps if there was one thing that each woman had in common, it was that each seemed to want to show herself off to any man in the club who wanted to get a look at her. “Hmm and just who exactly is exploiting them?”
“Who is exploiting them?” Megan exploded. “Why the men of course.”
“Oh really? And just how the hell are they doing that?”
“What?”
“How are they doing that?”
“Just look at them,” Megan spluttered.
“I am looking but as far as I can see, the women here came here of their own accord. If anyone’s exploiting them, I’d say it was the women that were exploiting themselves.”
“What?”
“You heard me. They came here because they wanted to be here.”
Megan glared at her friend. “You can’t tell me you approve of this,” she said.
“It’s not for me to approve or disapprove. I’m just saying these women made a choice to come here dressed like this. It’s not for us to tell them they can’t do it.”
“You can’t tell me you’d ever dress like that.”
“No, of course not. I’m just saying it’s not up to us to tell them what they can or can’t do.”
Megan just glared at her friend. “I can’t believe you said that,” she said finally.
“And besides,” Christie added, “I think it’s kind of sexy.”
“What!”
Christie almost smiled at her friend’s shocked reaction. Sometimes her friend really could be such a prude. Coming to a place like this every now and then probably wasn’t a bad thing if it shook her up every once in a while. “I take it you don’t want to stay,” Christie said.
“You know I don’t.”
Now Christie did laugh. “Okay,” she said finally, “we can go somewhere else but you know, you really should learn to loosen up a bit.”
“I am loose.”
“Uh huh.”
“There’s a difference between loose and loose. I know some people think I’m wound just a little too tight but just because I don’t go around showing myself to every guy who wants to get a peek at my goods doesn’t make me not loose. It just means I’m not loose that way.”
Christie just laughed again. “It’s okay,” she told her friend. “You don’t have to convince me. I’m actually on your side, you know.”
“Yeah,” Megan grumped. “You could have fooled me.”
“I am,” Christie said as she prodded her friend in the side. “Really I am.”
And she was, Christie told herself. Really, the only purpose the girls in the club seemed to serve was to look as sexy as they possibly could, not of course that there was anything wrong with that, but it couldn’t be the only thing.
Still ...
What, Christie asked herself.
Still, it might be fun to go back there. It might go be fun to just go back as one of the girls.
She shouldn’t, Christie told herself.
Maybe not but it was fun to think about. What would she wear if she went back to the club. Now that was the question.
She was still asking herself that very same question the next day. What could she wear if she went back to the club? What would she wear? What could she wear that would get a guy’s attention?
Hmm. But even that wasn’t the question. There was lots of stuff she could wear but the name of the club was Club Pin-up. The question was what could she wear that would make her look like a pin-up girl. Now that was the question.
She looked back through her closet and that’s when she saw it. Oh my God, she thought. That would be perfect. Well, almost perfect. It might take a little alteration and she’d have to do some shopping but hmm, that might just work. She’d have to think about it.
The next day, she was sure. She was going to do it and she didn’t care what anyone had to say about it. She was going to go back to the club and she just couldn’t wait to see what kind of reaction she’d get when she did.
Christie’s change in attitude hadn’t gone completely unnoticed by Megan. There was something wrong with her friend. Megan just knew it but the problem was figuring out just what it was. All she knew was that whatever it was, it had something to do with that club. What she didn’t know was what that was.
And the worst part about it was that Christie couldn’t even see that there was a problem.
But maybe there was a way to prove it to her, Megan told herself. Hmm. It really wasn’t her problem but Christie was her friend and friends stood up for friends. Hmm. Could she really do it? Could she figure out what the problem was?
Christie had let it slip that she was going back to that club. Megan wasn’t even sure if she’d done that by accident or on purpose but Megan was sure that whatever was wrong with her friend, it had something to do with that club. Okay, Megan reasoned. So what if she followed her friend there? She could watch from a distance. That’s all she’d do. Well, unless she had to do more. If her friend got into trouble, she’d have to step in but she’d just watch from a distance and she’d try to see if she could figure out what was going on.
It kind of excited Megan to do what she was doing. She felt like she was an investigator or something. She felt like she was doing something.
So she went to Christie’s apartment complex and she waited in her car for her friend to leave. She picked up her phone and she dialed her friend. “Hey,” she said when Christie answered.
“Hey,” Christie said back.
“You still going to that club?” Megan asked.
“I said I was. Why? You want to come.”
“Me?” Megan scoffed. “No way. I told you I wasn’t going to go.”
“I thought maybe you’d changed your mind.”
“I haven’t changed my mind.”
“Too bad. It could have been fun.”
“You have a weird idea of fun. So when you going to go?”
“I was just getting ready to go now.”
“Cool. I’d say have fun but really, I hope you don’t. I hope you see how stupid and sexist that place is and I hope you come to your senses.”
“Maybe I will,” Christie said.
“I hope so,” and with that Megan broke the connection.
Christie just shook her head as she broke the connection. Her friend just didn’t get it.
Megan watched Christie come out of her apartment. In the long coat her friend was wearing, Christie hardly looked like she was going out to a club but that just worried Megan all that much more. Christie had said she was going so Megan had no doubts that she was going and if Christie didn’t look like she was going, that just meant she had something up her sleeve.
Megan followed her friend to the club and if Christie had any idea she was being followed, she showed no sign of it. From her position in her car, Megan watched Christie get out of her own car and that’s when she saw Christie take off the coat and ...
Oh my God. It was worse than she thought.
Megan couldn’t get out of her car fast enough. She had to follow her friend inside.
The top vaguely looked like the costume her friend had worn for Halloween just a few short months ago only it looked shorter now, shorter and tighter. Her friend had decided to dress up as an Army brat for Halloween which considering the fact that her dad had been a colonel in the army probably wasn’t all that far from the truth and the top had the same khaki look as the uniform that her friend had worn only this top was so short that it left her friend’s midriff quite exposed and as for the bottoms, well Megan was sure her friend had worn a skirt and not the tiny, little khaki booty shorts that she was now wearing.
What the hell was going on here?
She watched her friend enter the club and she was almost right behind her and Megan couldn’t help but wonder if she should call out to her friend and let her know that she was there but before she could decide for herself what to do, a man interrupted her. “Hey, Gorgeous, you come here often?”
Megan sneered at the man. God, he was just like all the other guys in here. All he wanted was to treat a girl like an object. “What’s it to you?”
“The name’s Cyrus,” the man said. “I was just wondering, that’s all. I was wondering if you came here often.”
“I’m not like that,” Megan said.
“No?”
“No, I’m not.”
“You could have fooled me.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that you’re a lot more like the girls here in my club than you want to let on,” the man said. “It means I think deep down inside, you really do want to be noticed.”
Women, Megan wanted to correct the man. Not girls. The women in this club were women, not girls, and yet for some reason, she held her tongue.
“You can’t tell me that that’s not what you want.”
“What?”
Cyrus just laughed. “Come on. You don’t need to ask me that. You know what. You want to be seen as object. You want to be seen as a pretty face with big tits and a tight waist and a nice ass. It’s what all women want.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Am I?”
“Yes!”
“Hmm. I suppose it’s possible but I don’t think I am.”
“Well you are.”
“Well then, if that’s the case, I’ll just let you be. It’s too bad though because I’ll bet you have a really great body. All you have to do is just let it out,” and with that, the man picked up his drink and he walked away.
Megan couldn’t help but fume as she watched the man walk away. She really should have told him off, she told herself. To think he thought that she was like all the other women in the club. That was preposterous.
And that’s when she realized that while she’d been talking with the man, she’d lost sight of her friend.
Damn it.
And all the while, Christie couldn’t help but preen at the way her costume was getting her noticed. She loved it, she told herself. She loved it when guys stared at her body and that’s when she felt it, some guy’s hand stroking her leg. She looked down at the guy who was seated in the booth that she just happened to be standing by. “Would you look at you,” the man said, “a busty, little private that likes to show off in public.”
Christie couldn’t help but giggle vapidly. It really wasn’t all that witty, and yet ...
And yet the man’s hand was now stroking the insides of her thigh. “I’ll bet the little army girl would like to be all that she can be. Isn’t that right?”
Christie couldn’t help but gulp as she nodded excitedly.
“Maybe you’d like to join me here in the booth.”
Christie couldn’t help but nod again.
“Well by all means, don’t let me stop you. Please have a seat.”
Christie slid into the seat next to the man and the man’s hand continued to stroke her between her thighs.
“I’m Bob,” the man said.
“Christie.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Christie. Do you come here often?”
“It’s my second time,” Christie said. God, she loved the way Bob’s eyes just seemed to eat up her tits. That was funny, the girl thought. She always had thought of them as breasts but the weird thing was they seemed bigger now, almost as if they were straining to get out of her uniform and tits just seemed so right for what they were.
“Well, Christie, I’m glad to meet you.”
Christie couldn’t help but love the way Bob just stared at her tits. “I’m glad to meet you, too,” she said.
“You know, you’ve got really nice tits there, but you know, I wouldn’t mind getting a better look at them.”
“What? You want me to take my top off?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Bob scolded her. “You can’t do that out here but there are places in the back you know, places in the back where you can do that.”
Christie hadn’t known that.
“Would you like to show me your tits?”
Mmm yeah, Christie thought. Bob’s finger was pressing her little shorts up against her pussy. “Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, that’s what I want.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I want to go in the back.”
“All right then. Let’s go.”
Bob led Christie to a back room where there was a couch and nothing else. “All right,” he said. “Let’s see it. Pose for me.”
“Pose?”
“Yeah. You know. Pose.”
She didn’t really know but then on second thought, she thought, maybe she did. She turned to face the man and she snapped off a salute. “You want me to pose for you,” she said. “Sir. Yes, sir.”
Bob grinned. “That’s good for a start.”
For a start, Christie thought. She liked the way that sounded. Clearly he liked her tits so she twisted so he could see her in profile.
“Keep going.”
Keep going? What more did he want?
“Keep going.”
Keep going, Christie thought but then she struck another pose and then another. He was watching her and really, that was all that mattered. She posed again and she could feel herself getting hotter as he watched her.
“Keep going,” he said again.
This was easy, Christie thought as she posed yet again. It was easy and it was hot. She loved having men look at her.
And that’s when Bob stepped forward. She’d been on all fours on the couch letting him look down her top at her tits. “You like posing, don’t you?” he asked.
Christie nodded.
“I’ve got something else I think you’re going to like.”
Christie looked up at him questioningly.
Bob tapped the front of his pants. “It’s in here,” he said. “Now be a good, little soldier girl and do as you’re told. Go get that cock.”
Christie looked up at Bob and then she looked at his pants. Do as you’re told. Yes, she could do that. She could do as she was told and with that, her hands opened up his belt and then she was taking down his pants.
“That’s it,” Bob said.
She pulled down his underwear and suddenly, there was his cock and for a moment, she hesitated.
“Keep going.”
Keep going, Christie thought. She had to keep going and then her hand was stroking Bob’s cock and then she was leaning forward. She had to keep going.
She took his cock into her mouth.
Bob just chuckled. “That’s it. Keep going.”
Mmm, she could do that. She’d never really liked sucking cock before but somehow now, she was just so hot, now it seemed as if she couldn’t help but like what she was doing.
“Keep going.”
Christie couldn’t have stopped herself even if she’d wanted to.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Keep going.”
And that’s when Christie felt it, the sudden gush in her mouth. It caught her by surprise but it didn’t keep her from continuing to suck on that cock.
Bob groaned again. “Keep going.”
She was, Christie wanted to say but that would have meant stopping what she was doing and besides, she was starting to get the feel that that wasn’t exactly what Bob meant. He wanted her to keep going even after his cock had stopped cumming and she could certainly do that. In fact, she wanted to do that. In fact, he was getting hard again.
“Mmm yeah,” Bob groaned. “Should we get the Army private to show me something a little more private?”
Christie had no doubt what Bob was talking about.
“Why don’t you sit back on the couch.”
Christie did as she was told to do.
“You know what you need to do,” Bob said. “Let’s see those tits.”
Christie opened her top and played with her tits so Bob could see.
Bob chuckled. “Still posing, I see. That’s a good girl. But now, let’s just slide off those shorts.”
Christie just looked back at him for a moment longer before she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and pushed them down her long legs leaving her in just a rather small pair of khaki-colored panties.
“Those, too,” Bob said.
Christie hardly batted a eye before she was sliding her panties down, too.
“Very nice,” Bob said, “but I know a way to make it even nicer.”
Christie might have asked how if it weren’t for the fact that in the next moment, Bob was moving forward and then he was pressing his cock up against in her pussy and in that instant, Christie knew how Bob intended to make it nicer and she had to admit that it was very nice indeed.
She moaned as he slid his cock deeper into her wet, little pussy. Oh yes. That was very nice.
“Yeah you like that, don’t you?”
“Yeah. It’s good.”
“Then I’ll bet you’ll like this even more.”
Christie couldn’t help but moan as that cock continued to thrum against her hungry pussy. “Yeah,” she moaned.
“Yeah. I thought so.”
Christie moaned even as she looked up at Bob. She wanted this. She told herself. She wanted it so bad.
“No posing anymore,” Bob said. “This is the real thing.”
Christie nodded.
“Are you ready?”
Christie nodded again.
“All right then. Here it comes.”
Christie could feel Bob’s cock swelling inside her even as her body was consumed by what his cock was doing to her. Oh fuck, that was good. Oh fuck, that was so good. Oh fuck, she was definitely going to have to come back here again.
As a way of finding out what was up with her friend and keeping her out of trouble if she could, Megan had to admit that her trip to the club had been rather unsuccessful. Not only had she lost sight of her friend, but she’d run into some stupid guy who seemed to think that she was like all the other women in the club and as if that weren’t bad enough, she was having trouble getting the thought of that guy out of her mind.
Even now the morning after her visit to the club, Megan couldn’t help but think about the man in the club as she looked at herself in the mirror. What a jerk, she told herself. To think that she was like the other women in the club. What nonsense.
Her hands prodded her breasts in the mirror.
Her breasts were so big and full and firm. They almost seemed ... but no, that was impossible, but they almost seemed bigger than they had been before. Of course, that was impossible but if she had been like those other women, she would have loved having guys look at her body and especially at her tits. Hell, just looking at her body, she could tell. The guys would just love to ogle her.
What the hell was she thinking?
Nothing, she told herself. She wasn’t saying anything. She was just saying that if she was like those other women, the guys really would love to get an eyeful of her.
She looked at herself and then she forcefully pulled her hands away from her breasts. Now that is quite enough of that, she told herself.
But almost as quickly, her hands were back again at her tits.
Christie was stupid, Megan told herself. You didn’t have to wear some stupid costume just to get yourself noticed. Heck, if that was all a girl wanted, Megan had a sweater that would do the trick and without needing any further prompting, Megan’s mind flashed to her little, pink sweater.
Of course, it was a little on the small side but that was part of it’s charm. Heck, when she wore that sweater, her breasts just seemed to practically want to burst out of that sweater.
Come to think of it, she hadn’t worn that sweater in a while and she couldn’t help but wonder why.
Maybe because it was too small, she told herself.
So? What kind of a reason was that?
Hmm. There was something to be said for that. Why should it concern her if her sweater was too small. After all, if it made the guys stare at her, then what was the harm in that.
Stop it, she told herself. Stop it. You’re doing it again, and reluctantly, Megan pulled her mind back from what it would be like to have guys ogle her.
But so what if it made the guys stare. That was what she wanted, wasn’t it?
She wanted to be respected for her mind, she reminded herself.
Yeah but being respected for her body wasn’t so bad either.
She was just going to have to go back, Megan told herself. It was for her friend’s own good, she told herself. After all, that really was the only reason she’d go back to that club.
But what should she wear.
It was odd, Megan thought. It was odd that she should think something like that about a place like that and yet there it was.
What should she wear?
She stood in front of her closet going through the clothes inside.
Hmm, what should she wear?
Here was something, she thought, but no. It was too ... too ... it was too staid. She needed something more ... more vibrant.
Hmm. She was surprised that vibrant was the first word that had come to her mind. It wasn’t the first thing she would have thought of.
But okay. What else could she wear?
She kept going through the things in her closet and absolutely nothing seemed right until she came to the red dress.
It was funny, she thought, but she’d always thought the slinky, little dress was just a little too daring. It was a little too risky but now that she was looking at it, she couldn’t imagine why she’d thought that before. Sure, it was bound to get her some attention but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, was it?
The least she could do was try it on. If it wasn’t right, she could always find something else.
That seemed totally reasonable and so it wasn’t long before Megan was wearing the dress.
Funny, she thought. She hadn’t remembered it being as short as it was. Heck, it barely came down to the tops of her thighs but then maybe that had something to do with the way her breasts were filling the dress up. That was odd, she thought. She’d always remembered the dress fitting tightly against her slim body and it certainly was tight, but she didn’t remember her breasts being quite that big. It was almost as if they wanted to burst out of the dress.
No. An optical illusion. That’s all it was, only ... only wearing this dress would get her noticed and she did want that. She did want to be noticed.
She smoothed the red dress down. It was awfully short but she did want to be noticed.
Maybe it wasn’t that short, she told herself, and the way her breasts just seemed to practically explode out of the dress. Mmm yes. That was sure to get her to noticed. Okay sure. Maybe she could wear the dress.
Once the decision had been made, it just seemed so natural. Of course she should wear the dress. Why shouldn’t she wear it?
From the moment that Megan arrived at the club, the dress seemed to be doing its work. Everyone, it seemed, was noticing her and Megan couldn’t help but love.
There was one man in particular. He seemed to have locked onto her almost from the moment that she entered the club. There wasn’t anything all that special about him, Megan thought. Average height. Average looks. Nothing special except ... except that he wanted to see more of her.
“Do you come here often?” he asked.
God. What a pig. He was trying to look down her dress and it wasn’t like he was even trying to be covert about it.
“Nice tits you have there.”
God, what a jerk, she thought and yet even as she was thinking it, she was positioning herself to give him an even better view of her tits. Why the hell was she doing this?
The man just grinned at her. “I can see you like it,” he said. “I can see you like it when guys stare at your tits but I guess that kind of comes with the territory.”
“Comes with the territory?” Megan asked even as she wondered why she’d asked that.
“Yeah it figures. When you’ve got tits as big as yours, it kind of figures that you’d want people to see them.”
They weren’t that big, Megan wanted to say but why did it make her pussy all nice and wet just to hear him say that.
“Kind of makes you wonder though.”
“Wonder?” Megan asked breathlessly.
The man was stepping closer and now he was so close that Megan could smell his cologne. “Yeah wonder. Kind of makes you wonder just what else you might want a fellow to see.”
That’s when she felt it. He wasn’t just staring down her dress anymore but now his hand was on her waist.
“Kind of makes me wonder if a girl like you is wearing any panties. Perhaps we ought to go see. What do you think about that?”
Of course she was wearing panties, Megan wanted to say but the thought of showing herself off for the man ... that was just so hot.
What the hell was the matter with her, Megan chastised herself. Some jerk comes up to her in a club and he wants to see your panties and suddenly you go all weak in the knees. What the hell is the matter with you?
Oh God. His hand wasn’t just on her waist anymore. Oh God, he’d worked it around her body and now he was sliding it down over her plump bottom.
“What do you say? Should we go see?”
Oh God. She could feel his hand squeezing her bottom and then that hand was moving slower and she could feel the fingers pulling at the hem of her dress. Oh God, that was hot.
“Well?”
“I ... I can’t.”
The man looked surprised. “What?”
She was pushing him away but it took every ounce of strength to do so. She really did want to show this jerk her panties. “I can’t,” she said again.
“But—”
She had to run, she told herself. She had to get out of there before it was too late. She had to run. She had to flee. “I can’t,” she said once more and then she was stumbling towards the exit.
It wasn’t until she finally got home that she finally managed to get herself under control. What the devil had come over her, she wondered. Had she really wanted that man to touch her?
No, she told herself. No, she couldn’t want that. It had to be something though. It had to be something that had made her want to feel that way.
It was the club. That’s what it had to be. It had to be the club with all those women wanting to be seen and with each one trying to outdo the other. Yeah, that was it and now that she could see it for what it was, it made sense. It was probably why Christie couldn’t help herself.
Her friend. She really needed to do something to help her friend.
But what could she do? Christie wasn’t going to listen to her.
Megan nodded to herself. She was sure she was right. Christie thought she was right and she probably thought Megan was a prude.
So what could she do?
She could go back to the club.
What? No! She was shocked that she’d even had that idea.
She knew what to expect now. She could do it.
No, she told herself. No!
Are you really that weak, she derided herself. Are you really so weak that you’d let someone talk you into letting him see your panties.
No, she wasn’t that weak.
So you can go back, she told herself. You can go back and help your friend out.
But I don’t want to go back.
Chicken.
I’m not a chicken.
Uh huh, her unbelieving self scoffed at her.
I’m not!
Prove it.
How?
Go back to the club and help your friend out.
I don’t want to.
‘Cause you’re chicken.
I am not.
You are too. You’re a chicken.
No, I’m not.
Yes you are.
This was stupid, she told herself twenty-four hours later as she prepared to go into the club.
What was stupid, she asked herself. She was just doing what she was doing to help her friend.
Yeah right.
Stupid or not, she told herself. She’d made up her mind and since she’d made up her mind, she was going to go.
She was going back to the club and just thinking that made her pussy all hot and wet.
“Would you look at you,” she heard a man say almost as soon as she walked in through the door and when she turned, she found it was the same man who’d talked with her the very first time she’d come to the club. What was his name again? Oh yeah, it was Cyrus.
“Hey,” she said.
“You’re back,” the man observed.
“Mm hmm,” Megan purred.
“And I see you’ve gotten into the swing of things.”
“Hmm?”
“What you’re wearing.”
“Oh this,” Megan said nonchalantly as if the lacy black corset and the six inch heels that she was wearing was nothing at all. “This is something I just threw on.”
“Hmm. It looks good.”
Megan couldn’t help but preen at the compliment. “You think so?”
“I know so. In fact, I was thinking maybe you and I should go someplace a little more private.”
“A little more private?”
“Have you ever been in the rooms in the back?”
Megan shook her head.
“Well, it’s exactly the kind of place for a girl like you who wants to show herself off.”
She did want to show herself off, Megan told herself.
“So what about it? You want to go?”
There was something wrong with showing herself off, Megan reminded herself, but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember what that was so Megan nodded. “Sure.”
“Cool. Follow me then.”
Megan followed the man to the rooms in the back and then she followed him inside but suddenly she felt him coming up behind her and then she felt his hands on her hips. “I think you like this,” he said.
“Like what?” Megan stammered.
“I think you like being the tease. I think you like having guys watch you.”
“I ... no, that’s ... that’s wrong,” Megan stammered.
The man’s hands moved up her body and then he was squeezing her breasts. “I’m glad to hear you say that. It would be wrong to be a tease if you weren’t willing to put out in the end.”
“N-no. That’s ... that’s not what I meant.”
The man’s hands squeezed her tits again. “Isn’t it? Don’t you like having guys stare at your body?”
“Y-yes.”
“It makes you hot, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“It makes your pussy wet.”
“Yes.”
“It makes you want to get a cock in your pussy.”
“Yes,” Megan moaned a little bit more forcefully than she’d intended.
“Something like this.”
Did he really have his cock out, Megan wondered. Was he really stroking it against her backside.
“Something like this,” the man said again.
“Yes.”
“The teasing’s over.”
“Yes.”
“Bend over.”
Megan did as she was told to do and once more, she felt the man’s hands on her hips and then he was taking her panties down.
“It feels good when the teasing ends.”
Oh God. His cock was right there and then he was pushing his way inside her. Oh God. It did feel good when the teasing ended.
“This is what you want. It’s what you do. First you tease them and then you let them fuck you.”
It was what she did. First, she teased and then she fucked.
“You’ve got a nice tight pussy there. It’s just right for fucking.”
She was glad she had a nice, tight pussy. She was glad her pussy was just right for fucking.
“And you know what happens when you have a nice, tight pussy that’s just right for fucking.”
She didn’t know but she didn’t want to admit that.
“A man’s going to come along and he’s going to want to cum in that pussy.”
Megan moaned in spite of herself. She couldn’t help it. That just sounded so good to her.
“Kind of like this,” the man said and even as he said it, Megan could feel his cock swelling inside her hot, little pussy and then she could feel him cumming inside her and she couldn’t help but moan.
“Yeah, I knew that’s what you wanted,” the man told her. It’s what all you pin-up girls want. You want to be used.”
Megan knew she should say something. She should object to that. She shouldn’t let him say that she wanted to be used, only ...
Only it sounded so good.
“You can keep coming back here anytime you want to,” the man said. “As hot as you are, I’m sure you’ll find plenty of guys who would be willing to give you what you want.”
What she wanted, Megan thought.
“It’s what you were meant for. You were meant to be fucked.”
It was what she was good for, Megan realized. God, she couldn’t wait to show off her body because the sooner she did, the sooner she could get another cock in her pussy. God, she couldn’t wait for that.