The Spare Girl [M/F/F]

Chapter 18

The showed continued on as if nothing had happened. To them, nothing had. However, my world had been turned upside down. Without the influence of alcohol, I couldn’t really say this wasn’t my fault. Last time when I fell for Nate’s charm and the Mel’s sinful touch, I’d been out of my mind. Sober and fully aware of what I was doing, now, I couldn’t blame this situation on anyone except for myself. It would be easy to say that I was scared to get up from this chair. That I wasn’t strong enough to leave this place and face the consequences of my actions later this week.

But Amelia and Nate were part of my life. They were not strangers that I could simply say goodbye to and expect to never see again. Tomorrow Amelia would be at work, she could ruin me if she wanted. Nate would be in class first thing Monday and he too, could bring my life to a screeching halt.

Hard as I tried, it was hard not to think about how f****d up this whole thing was. The man on the stage pulled the girl up by her hair. She arched her back as he thrust his c**k against her ass. This scene unfolded like a script, but still remained a sort of reality to it. It had to be fake. Hopefully, nothing else would happen and after the couple was done dry humping each other, the show would be over.

Somehow I knew that it wasn’t going to end that way.

He let his grip slip. She fell down to the ground. His hands went to the tops of his leather pants, thumbs slipping under the band. He gave a slow show of c*****g his hips, thrusting outward towards the crowd in an almost subtle way. I swore he was looking at someone from behind his mask. A small smile pulled at his lips.

Curious, I turned to where I thought he might be looking.

In the corner was Xander, sitting in all his glory in a red leather booth. He had a drink in his hand and a smoldering look on his face that sent a chill down my spine.

I was afraid of him. Though as good looking as he was, I knew that I wouldn’t want to be caught in his line of sight any more than I would have wanted to be noticed by a hungry tiger.

When I turned back to he masked man on the stage, he was no longer looking at Xander. The smile I’d seen on his face was gone, replaced by the serious look he saved for the rest of people in this room.

With a jerk, the hem of his pants slipped down and his hard c**k fell out. It smacked against his naked abdomen. A line of pre c*m dripped down from the slit, sliding down the head of his c**k. He made a show of running his thumb over the reddened tip. A hiss came from between his clenched teeth and he lazily c****d his hips towards his hand. He raised his thumb to the girl’s lips.

She parted her mouth and moaned as the wet thumb was pressed onto her awaiting mouth.

He wasn’t watching her. He was looking out into the crowd again and I would have bet he was looking at Xander again.

I suddenly felt like I was intruding on a private moment. More private than seeing two people f**k.

I glanced at Amelia and Nate, trying to make it not so obvious that I was looking at one and then the other. They didn’t seem to notice or if they did, didn’t care about the silent exchange going on between the man on stage and Xander. I didn’t know if there was anything going on between them, but it also wasn’t my place.

But as the man took his hard c**k into his hand and pressed it against the girl’s dripping p***y lips, I wondered if Xander felt the same as I did.

I’d been trapped between Melanie and Nate. Now, I was trapped between Amelia and Nate.

Nate had a wife and who knows how many other girls he could call upon when he felt like it. Did I really want to be the spare girl in this?

The man slapped his hips against the girl’s. She moaned, sliding down so that she was almost folded into two. He grabbed her arms, pulled her up, and jolted her onto his c**k. Her t**s bounced as she was thrust repeatedly onto his d**k. She wiggled as if she were trying to get away, but the reddening of her cheeks and the glistening on her thighs was all the proof that I needed to know she was enjoying this. She mumbled something. With a sharp snap of his hips, she cried out as he pulled her roughly back. Her eyes widened, legs shaking. Her thighs widened and she ground her hips back to have more of him inside of her.

I gaped at the scene playing out before me. The sounds were loud in my ears, including the ones coming from the man with the two women kneeling before him. The women pulled away from sucking his c**k to kiss each other deeply. Their tongues battles, hands sliding over their almost entirely naked bodies.

My body shut down. My thoughts became background noise. The heat in my stomach took over and I twisted around in the chair to get in a more comfortable position.

Amelia was watching me. She leaned over the table, her head resting in her hand while her elbow was on the table. She knew what this was doing to me. It was as if she were rubbing it in my face. Like she was saying “See? We could have gotten you off.”

I looked away from her.

Nate was watching me too. They both were.

But I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of letting them know they were right.

I couldn’t let them know that I wanted them.

The man’s thrusts picked up until he was all but jack hammering into her weeping cunt. She cried out as one violent thrust sent her over. From under the blindfold, tears streamed down her cheeks. She shook as the man ground his c**k into her. He pulled out, still hard, and pulled her up to his chest. He wiped the tears from her face. She was smiling.

As he helped her to her feet, the room erupted in soft applause.