Erin smiled when she saw her dorm room door ajar. New semester, new life. Even better, new roommate. She wouldn’t miss Brenda one bit. She couldn’t even hope she was happy somewhere. A part of her still hated that bitch.
She pushed the door all the way open, walked in, and closed the door behind her. Jennifer looked up from her desk and smiled. The boombox next to her played Duran Duran, but at low volume. Jennifer snapped her three ring binder closed and spun her chair around. She’d dressed casually, in jeans and a t-shirt, and she looked as relaxed as Erin felt.
“Good class?” Jennifer asked.
“Yeah. The reading looks interesting.”
“Cool.” Jennifer tapped a textbook on her desk. “I’m gonna like this finance class.”
“Nice.” Erin dropped her own backpack on her desk and sank into her chair. “So, you’re done for the day?”
“Yeah. Well, with classes. I’ve got some reading.”
Erin nodded. “Me, too. But not a lot. Maybe… go to the library?”
“Already did.” Jennifer grinned. “But Max is busy tonight. Besides, I, um, thought maybe he could start coming here instead of using the study room. It’s kinda risky.”
“Exactly. Can’t get caught here.”
“Yeah, I don’t think my new roommate would be too upset if she walked in on us.”
“Only if you don’t let her join in,” Erin grinned.
“Poor Max.” Jennifer snorted. She grew more serious. “Say, um, Max asked if we wanted to go to a movie this weekend. Starman. You interested?”
Erin shook her head. “But if you wanna go—”
Jennifer nodded.
“—then go,” Erin finished. “Have fun.”
“And… you’re okay with it? I mean, it’s kind of a date.” Jennifer looked apprehensive, which made Erin smile.
“That’s okay,” Erin said. “I don’t like him like you do,” Erin said. “For me, it’s just sex. But if you do like him… go for it.”
“I don’t know,” Jennifer leaned back in her chair and shook her head, but the grin crept into her face anyway. “I mean, I thought it was just sex, but…” She sighed happily.
“So you are serious. Okay. Well, if you don’t want me to—”
“No! I like watching him with you.” Jennifer grinned. “It gets me worked up.”
“Yeah,” Erin grinned. “I like watching you guys, too.”
Jennifer laughed and rolled her eyes. “How fucked up are we?”
“How are we fucked up? I mean, who says relationships have to be purely monogamous?”
“Yeah.” Jennifer’s laugh darkened to an unsavory chuckle. “I just got the 'good girl’ lecture from my mom over Christmas. You know the one, ‘nice boys aren’t interested in bad girls.’”
“Oh, God,” Erin laughed. “I never got that one.”
“Yeah, your mom’s cool. Mine?” Jennifer’s dramatic sigh was Oscar worthy.
“Sorry.”
“Yeah. She’d freak out if she knew about me and Max.”
Erin shrugged. That wasn’t all Jennifer’s mom would freak out about.
“Yeah, I know. We make our own rules. I kinda like ’em.” She paused and stared into space for a moment. “Speaking of which… I really had fun at the club.”
“Last weekend?”
“No. In Jacksonville.”
“Oh! The strip club. With the flyboys. I had fun, too.”
“That one. Have you thought about doing it again?”
“You wanna do it again?” Erin blinked in surprise, but then felt her own pulse quicken.
“Yeah,” Jennifer said. “But… not in a club. Not around here at least. The last thing we need is to get caught.”
“We could go to Tampa.”
“Nah. I've heard the clubs there are kind of sleazy.”
“Not every club is sleazy,” Erin objected, “Some are really nice. I've been to a few. But we can’t do anything around here.”
“Right. But… maybe a private party?”
Erin frowned but then rocked back in surprise.
“Ah. Candy called you, didn’t she?”
“Yeah.” Jennifer had the decency to look sheepish.
“And you wanna do it? Oh. My. God!”
“It’s four hundred bucks. Each.”
Erin blinked in surprise.
“Candy said they’ll be a couple of us,” Jennifer continued, “and a driver that’s one of the bouncers at the club. Candy figures we’d only have to do a couple of dances each, and, uh, there’s supposed to be a lezzie show, but she’s already got the girls for that.”
“Four hundred bucks, huh?”
“Yeah.” Jennifer’s eyes went wide but didn’t quite tip over to a puppy dog’s.
Erin frowned. “I dunno. We don’t really know her that well,” Erin frowned. “Do you trust her?”
“Yeah, I don’t know why. But I do.”
Erin made a dismissive wave. “She isn’t the problem. Guys are. I mean, that’s why clubs have bouncers in the first place.”
“Well, she’s bringing one.”
“Do you remember which one? Was it the big the guy with the tattoos or the bald guy?”
“She said he was a new guy.”
“Hold on. A new guy? So we don’t even know if he’ll watch out for us.”
Erin paused.
“Wait a minute,” she said. “I wanna do this. So why am I trying to find excuses?”
“What about bringing Max?”
“Max?” Erin burst out laughing and Jennifer bristled. “Look, I love him to death, but he’s not very intimidating, bless his heart.”
“He knows judo,” Jennifer said defensively. “He might not look intimidating, but he could help.”
“My brother knows judo.” Erin shook her head. “But he’s a big softy.”
“Yeah, but he’s also your brother. You wouldn’t want him seeing you strip. Ew, gross.”
Erin snorted softly but couldn’t suppress a wry smile. “Well, Max has seen us naked.”
“I really wanna do this.”
“Okay,” Erin conceded. “Let’s call ‘im and see. I wouldn’t mind four hundred bucks myself.”
Erin leaned back on her bed while Jennifer dialed the phone. Just how crazy was this? She didn’t need the money, though it’d be nice. It was more the excitement, she admitted to herself. She’d loved all those guys lusting after her at the club. To do it again, in private, where she didn’t have to worry about a classmate coming in?
It’d be wild. And a helluva lot of fun.
Jennifer nodded and asked for Candy.
Erin sat up. “I said to call Max," she hissed.
“You said to call them,” Jennifer shot back.
“No, Max. Him.”
“Um,” Jennifer said into the phone. “Hello, Candy? Yeah, we’re interested. Both of us. Uh huh. No, I haven't told her.
She held out the phone to Erin. “She wants to talk to you.”
Erin took it and said hello.
“So here’s the deal,” Candy said. “The party’s at this rich guy’s house on the beach. I've got us a room at a motel down the road. We’ll meet there, get ready, and my guy will drive us all down in a limo. Three hours, and then it’s back to the motel. You get half up front and half when it’s over. You good with that?”
“We wanna bring a guy with us,” Erin said.
Jennifer threw her hands up. Erin suppressed a glare.
“That’s fine,” Candy said, “as long as he isn’t the jealous type and don’t get in the way.”
Erin snorted. “No. Max is not the jealous type.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.” Erin grinned at Jennifer, who nodded in agreement.
“Well, if you’re sure… but I’ll kick ’im out if he causes trouble.”
“He won’t,” Erin reassured.
“Well, all righty then. Here’s the motel address…”
“So, let me get this straight.” Max eased himself up on his elbows and furrowed his brow. Stretched out nude on Jennifer’s bed, nestled between two naked women, he looked scrawny and not at all like the beefy bouncers Erin knew. He didn’t look tough at all.
But he still shook off Jennifer’s shoulder caress and turned to her.
“You wanna be a stripper at a bachelor party?”
She nodded slowly and surely.
“And you want me to go and watch.”
“Watch out for us,” Erin corrected. “There’s gonna be a bouncer, but two guys are better than one, you know? We don’t know him, but we know you and we trust you. We’d love to have you along. I mean, you’d be doing us a big favor by being there.”
He huffed softly and laid back on the pillow, his arms tucked behind his head. He stared at the ceiling and didn’t flinch when Erin started running her fingertips along his arm.
“Please?” she said. “We’ll make it worth your while.”
“Ha! You’ve already done that.” His eyes dropped down to their bare breasts and he smiled. Then he muttered much more quietly, “I still can’t believe it.”
“That you have not one but two hot girls in bed with you?” Jennifer teased.
“That you keep coming back!” He actually blushed after his outburst.
“Why wouldn’t we?” Jennifer grinned, her eyes wide.
Max clenched his jaw and gave her a mock glare.
“Look at me, I’m not exactly in your league.”
“You’re totally in our league.”
“What about other guys?” Max’s nervousness seemed to have faded a bit.
“Are you jealous?” Jennifer played it off as a joke. “Of us and other guys?”
“Why would I get jealous?” he asked. “I mean, I’m sleeping with two women, and you don’t mind. Just because you slept with me a couple of times doesn’t mean I have a right to expect it.”
“Good answer,” Erin said with feeling.
“So I’ll go.” He looked at Jennifer, his eyes wide. “Because you want me to and because I wanna watch.”
She smiled and then leaned in and kissed him hard. The first kiss turned into a second which turned into a long French kiss.
Erin grinned. She kissed his stomach and started working her way down to his cock. Jennifer broke off long enough to smile down at her just before Erin started to suck.
Erin clenched her jaw when they pulled up in front of the motel. It had clearly been a Howard Johnson’s, back when Howard Johnson’s was a nice place, but now looked like it had changed hands a few times. It was in decent shape, but the decor was early seventies. At least the clerk didn't look twice when they strode by him to the elevator. Max carried Jennifer’s duffel bag and had offered to carry Erin's but she'd decided to keep it herself. She didn't want him looking like their porter.
When they reached the suite door, Erin took a deep breath and forced herself to relax. This was supposed to be fun. And, if she admitted it to herself, she was already a little turned on. The flyboys had been okay, but being on stage had been amazing. Her nipples stiffened at the memory.
Jennifer knocked and a moment later, a willowy brunette with long flowing hair and a skintight dress opened the door. Her smile sparkled as she took them in.
“Oh, good! You’re here!" The brunette stepped back to let them in. As she did, Erin took a longer look at her. The brunette had medium sized breasts tightly cradled in her satin top. Her nipples poked through, leaving no illusion about her lack of bra. The dress remained tight across her ass and ended mid-thigh. Erin briefly wondered how she could dance in it, but then rolled her eyes at herself. That dress would be off before she started to dance.
“Vanna, Phoebe!” Candy called from across the room.
“Is she talking to you?” Max murmured to her.
“Our stage names,” Erin whispered. Then louder. “Candy. Good to see you.”
“Vanna, Phoebe,” Candy said, “this is Bobbie and Diamond.” She pointed to the brunette and then a platinum blonde in a rhinestone-studded silver dress that barely covered her large tits. The blonde gave Erin a lazy smile.
“Leroy, he’s our driver, he’s late," Candy continued. “You must be the boyfriend." She pursed her lips as she eyed him up and down.
“Friend friend. Nice to meet you." He extended a hand and then quickly pulled it back when he realized she wasn't going to shake it.
Jennifer looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Nice to meet you, too,” Candy replied. “Now you ain’t gonna be any trouble, are you?”
“Me?” Max blinked. “No, no trouble at all.” He tried to look so innocent that Erin almost laughed.
“Good. Now go ahead and get ready. Safer to leave your regular stuff here. I’ll be around with your first half of the cash in a bit.”
Diamond turned out to be an old hand at dancing. She was in her late twenties and had started at seventeen on a fake ID after her mom had thrown her out of the house.
“Caught me kissing a girl,” she drawled with a spark in her eye. She glanced from Erin to Jennifer, as if waiting for their reactions. To Erin’s relief, Jennifer just rolled her eyes.
“My mom would’ve done the same,” Jennifer said.
“You into girls?” Diamond asked, to which Jennifer shook her head.
“Too bad,” Diamond joked.
“Now, now,” Bobbie teased, “I thought we agreed. I seduce the college girls, you get the rest.” She leered at Jennifer and then laughed when Jennifer’s eyes widened. “Don’t worry, honey. Just having fun. We don’t bite.”
“Unless you want us to,” Diamond added.
“No thanks,” Jennifer replied. "Um, no.” She nodded toward Max.
His eyes went wide as the four women looked at him. Deer in headlights wide. Diamond and Bobbie both started softly laughing.
“What about him?” Bobbie asked.
“He’s with us.”
“Well, honey, that's obvious he’s with you.”
“We brought him along for protection,” Erin said.
“Protection?” Bobbie's eyes danced with amusement. “Oh, you don't need protection from us.”
“He doesn’t look like a pathetic loser,” Diamond said.
"He’s isn’t pathetic or a loser,” Erin retorted. “He can handle himself in a fight.”
Max stood straighter and tried to look more confident.
“So what do you?” Bobbie asked Erin. “You a dancer?”
“No. Student.”
“College?”
“Yeah. Florida.”
“Ah.” Bobbie nodded knowingly. “I’m at State.”
“That’s a ways to drive,” Erin replied.
“Nobody knows me here,” Bobbie smirked. “I can have my fun.”
“You’ll have your fun after we get paid,” Candy said. “Now where is Leroy? We gotta party to get to.”
Leroy showed up half an hour late. A big man with black unruly hair, his eyes were bloodshot and he couldn’t keep the smirk off his face. He wore an ill-fitted black suit with a bolo tie that hadn’t been in fashion in ten years, if it ever had been. The black cowboy boots completed the ill-fitted look, but he strutted like the king of the roost.
Erin felt a chill as she watched him say hi to Candy and saunter over to her. He was far too friendly. Far too relaxed. Far too… high.
And he was their driver?
As he and Candy talked, Erin sidled up to Bobbie. The brunette had been watching Leroy with her own amused smile and she raised a questioning eyebrow as Erin approached.
“Is he okay to drive?” Erin asked quietly.
“He always looks like that.” Bobbie still frowned.
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