Trading Places

by Anita Cox

  John and I sat back and watched the two of them make out, fondle and kiss.

  “Dinner and a show,” John whispered in my ear.

  I smiled at him. I loved his sense of humor.

  Chapter 21

  When we arrived in the suite, John opened the door adjoining the rooms. To my delight, there was a full bar and a sexy bartender ready and waiting.

  John slid her a hundred dollar bill. “What happens in here, stays in here.”

  She winked at him. “I’m looking forward to it.”

  “God, please, please tell me you make a killer cocktail.”

  “Oh honey, I’ll knock your socks off. What would you like? Let me guess…” She slid a martini glass filled with an espresso martini. “Stud over here called ahead.”

  “I think I love you,” I said after taking a sip. “Perfect.”

  When I turned around I noticed everyone was handing John money, chipping in on the room and the alcohol. It was nice to see everyone so ready to have a good time.

  “I don’t know about everyone else, but I’m ready to put on the cute stuff I brought.” I said to Becky, who was looking around with her overnight bag in her hand.

  “My sentiments exactly.”

  Looking to my left I noticed a huge walk-in closet. “I think I just found our dressing room.” I nodded toward the closet.

  “Oh thank God. Weird how we don’t mind getting naked and fucking in front of other people, but we want a little privacy while we change.”

  “It’s not weird…when you’re all bent in weird angles trying to get stuff on, making faces when your garter snaps and flips you in the ass…it just isn’t the kind of sexy we want.” I teased as I hauled the bag into the closet.

  Neither one of us spoke as we turned our backs to each other to change. A few other women wandered in and began to change too.

  Loud music had started to play. Where had John found a DJ?

  As soon as I slid on my heels I exited the closet and saw the bartender adjusting knobs on a large speaker cabinet.

  “Won’t this disturb your other guests?” I asked.

  She laughed. “Honey, this is the honeymoon suite. It’s soundproofed for a reason.”

  Made sense. I grabbed my glass from the bar and started to mingle, noting that nearly everyone was changed into something a lot less confining.

  As soon as John saw me, he fanned his face and mouthed ‘hot’ to me. I smiled and waved as he approached.

  “Pink and black looks good on you.” He kissed my neck. “I’m going to change. I’ll be right back.”

  I heard a loud smack, as did everyone else in the room. It was coming from the adjacent room. As I walked toward the door, I heard, “Suck that cock,” then another smack.

  Unable to contain my curiosity, I quickened my pace, getting to the door first.

  The buxom blonde had Chanelle bent at the waist, sucking Salt-and-Pepper’s dick as she beat her ass.

  She drew back and struck Chanelle’s bottom again. “Good girl. You’re a good cock sucker, aren’t you?”

  I snickered behind my martini glass. Then I saw Becky standing next to me and I blushed.

  “I’m sorry, it’s the talking that does it to me.”

  Becky shook her head. “Don’t sweat it. No matter how much she likes to get her ass beat, it still bugs me a little. When I do it, there’s love behind it. I rub her ass too. This bitch is just making her ass raw.”

  There it was. That thing that sometimes happens in a swinging situation. It wasn’t jealousy, per se. But there were emotions that rose up. I could only imagine how hard it would be for John to watch me get manhandled.

  Raising my glass to her, I said, “Let’s get a drink and see if we can’t distract you with some fun of your own.”

  As the bartender mixed our drinks I turned around to count. Twenty people in all were attending our impromptu party. Not bad.

  “Hello, beautiful.” A man approached Becky, a nice-looking man, with a great tan and a pretty girlfriend in tow.

  Becky grinned, “Hey there.” Her face reddened as she sipped at her cocktail.

  “Jennifer and I were wondering if you wanted to, uh, join us.” He put his arm around the little petite blonde next to him, who grinned and nodded at Becky.

  She slammed the rest of her drink and put her glass on the bar. “Sure, why not.” She gave me a wave as she walked away with them.

  “How’s the martini?” the bartender asked.

  “Delicious. Thank you.”

  “I’m Rachel,” she said as she smiled and stuck out her hand.

  “Candy,” I said as I shook.

  “Interesting friends you have,” she said. She nudged her chin at the crowd.

  “They’re not my friends. Truth is, I don’t know most of their names.” I grinned at her before digging through the small clutch, retrieving a smoke.

  “Oh, uh,” she shifted on her feet, “I didn’t mean to…”

  “Don’t sweat it. I’m not offended. I know not everyone is into this sort of thing.” I grabbed one of the ashtrays that were stacked on the edge of the bar and took a seat on the stool in front of me.

  Rachel leaned in on her forearms. “So how did you meet them if they aren’t your friends?”

  “There are clubs where you can meet strangers and fuck. We all happened to be at the same club, but it was gross, so we moved the party here.”

  Her mouth fell open. “Where do I find a club like that?”

  I giggled. “Horny, are we?”

  Rachel shook her head. “You don’t even know. I dumped my last boyfriend over a year ago and I haven’t really gotten out there.”

  I clued her in on how to find clubs online. “You know, the whole reason I was there was to do a little research. My boyfriend and I are opening our own club.”

  “Really? Wow.” She looked over my shoulder. “What the hell is that?”

  I turned around in my chair to see Becky with the couple that approached her but something was off. Becky was on the bottom, the blonde was riding her and the guy was doing her from behind…but Becky wasn’t wearing a strap on. She had a real-life appendage.

  “How does that even happen?” Rachel’s mouth dropped open.

  “Genetics. I’ve heard about hermaphrodites, but I’ve never actually seen one.” I watched intently.

  “Wait…what? Isn’t that a tranny?”

  I laughed and turned back around to face Rachel. “No, you can be certain of that.”

  “How do you know?”

  “Well, there’s no Adam’s apple, no scars, and those tits are real. Plus she has no balls.” I sipped at my drink, watching the expressions change on Rachel’s face. I watched for something specific. She wasn’t grossed out and she wasn’t judging. She was excited and intrigued.

  “How long have you been bartending?” I asked.

  She shook her head, trying to regain focus. “Uh, about eight years I guess. Why?”

  “Just come see me before you leave.” Spotting John, I snuffed out my smoke and went to where he was standing.

  “How are you?” I asked, nudging him.

  “I, uh, I…I don’t know.” He stared at the view before him, watching Becky have her way with the guy who had approached her.

  “Confused?” I snickered.

  “I shouldn’t be turned on by that.” He took a large gulp out of the scotch in his hand. “Should I?”

  “It’s live sex. Ease up on yourself. Just because she has a dick doesn’t mean you’re gay.” Men, so sensitive.

  “But, it’s, uh, a real one.” His jaw hung slack and he appeared as if he may just drop his drink.

  “It sure is,” I stared at her, wondering if I would like it.

  “I gotta look away. Come here.” John grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Reaching in his pocket, he retrieved a condom and fumbled as he tried to put it on too quickly.

  Once it was rolled down to the base, he scooped me
up and set me on the counter-top. Before I could utter a word, he was inside me. It was over as quickly as it began.

  “Sorry,” he panted as his forehead rested in my breasts.

  I stifled a laugh. The poor guy had been so worked up. I kissed the top of his head. “Don’t sweat it, but you owe me.”

  “Agreed.”

  I left him to recover in the bathroom and returned to the party.

  Chapter 22

  I scanned the room looking for someone that caught my interest when my eyes fell on Rachel again. A year’s worth of pent-up sexual frustration could be a great time. But it could wait.

  Or could it?

  “Thank you for having this. I was afraid we’d go home without having any fun.” I turned to see who was talking to me. The girl was covered in tattoos on one arm and had several on her chest and legs as well. She had shorter blonde-and-black striped hair. The white leather top pushed her boobs together and out the top and the tiny leather panties did little to hide what was underneath.

  “My pleasure. Having a good time?”

  She looked around. “It’s been a great show.”

  “So, no one has entertained you yet?”

  “Nah,” she blushed. This chick looked like a total badass. The blushing came as a shock to me. “I came by myself. I think the tats scare people away.”

  “Let’s go sit on the couch. These shoes are killing my feet.” I looped my arm in hers.

  “They are hot as hell, though,” she said as she winked at me.

  When we sat on the couch I angled myself toward her, also facing John who stood across the room smiling at me. She met his approval.

  I introduced myself and through conversation, learned that Angie liked couples.

  “Mind if my boyfriend joins us?” I asked.

  “Depends, is it the guy who dragged you into the bathroom?”

  “That’s him.”

  “Then hell yeah, he’s hot.” Angie pushed her tits up in her leather top, as if they could move.

  I nodded for John to come over. He wasted no time getting to us. Introductions were quickly made. “Would you get us some drinks and come sit down with us?”

  “I’ll have whatever she’s having. It looks good.” Angie unzipped her top a little, freeing the girls from captivity. Only a few teeth of the zipper stood between her massive mounds and freedom.

  John stared momentarily like a lion looking at a raw steak before moving quickly to the bar. I noticed Rachel smiling at me.

  “You don’t mind if we do this here do you?” I asked. “Here on the couch. The beds are a bit crowded.

  “Can I have you two to myself then? I’m not into the whole group thing.” Angie ran her fingers along my thigh.

  “Not a problem. More is not always merrier.” I leaned in toward her. “Now, the only thing we don’t do with another woman, is John won’t kiss you on the mouth and I don’t like my back door messed with.”

  “Got it.”

  “Here you go.” John handed us each a martini. Angie took a big gulp out of hers.

  “Be careful. These can be dangerous.” I warned her. I didn’t really want her getting smashed. Not yet anyway.

  “Damn, that’s good.” She slammed the rest of the martini.

  I needed to get things moving if we were going to do anything before the drink hit her. I set my drink on the table next to me and turned back to face Angie. John sat on her other side.

  I leaned in, reaching for her shirt. “I’d really love to relieve you of this.”

  She smirked and nodded.

  A slight pull on the zipper and her breasts popped free. I ran my hands over them, softly. She closed her eyes for a moment. John leaned in from behind her, kissing her neck.

  Her nipples stood straight up. I bent down and took one into my mouth as John rolled the other in his fingertips. Angie’s head thrust back and she moaned.

  I moved in, kneeling between her legs and scooted closer, taking the crest of her voluptuous breast in my mouth and rubbing a thumb between her legs.

  Slowly, she reached behind her, searching. John groaned when her hand made its way to his shaft. She stroked him as I stroked her, the three of us getting primed as events unfolded.

  Angie sprang forward without warning, pushing me back against the arm of the couch. She stood for a split second as she dropped her leather panties to the floor, then mounted my face.

  “Please,” she whimpered, “just for a minute.”

  I obliged, gently massaging her folds with my tongue. Gentle wasn’t what she had in mind as she started grinding against my mouth.

  “Hmm, more.” Breathless whines escaped her as my tongue and lips gave her the pleasure she sought. I raked my hands down the cheeks of her ass to let her know I meant business.

  “Oh God!” she cried. She jumped off me as quickly as she’d jumped on. This girl was starting to give me whiplash. “I’m not ready to come just yet.”

  Seeing John stiff and ready for attention, I got on all fours and took him into my mouth before lifting my hand to caress his balls.

  CRACK! My right ass cheek was ablaze from where Angie had just smacked it. Before I could protest, she rubbed it gently and began kissing the sting away. Her hands slid up my backside to the corset I was wearing. I felt relief as she undid the snaps and removed the top.

  Warm, soft hands rubbed my back from my shoulders to my buttocks. CRACK! She smacked my ass again.

  “Do you want me to put my mouth on that beautiful pussy?” She cooed in my ear as she stuck a finger inside me.

  With a large cock in my mouth, all I could do was agree with a moan. The couch began to sink behind me as Angie situated herself between my thighs. She pulled on me slightly, so I lowered myself until I could feel her, taking care not to put too much weight on her. Her warm mouth felt lovely as she began to explore me with her tongue, causing me to moan a little on John’s shaft.

  He grabbed the back of my hair, fisting it in his hand. He was getting close. This was a warning. Do I make him explode, or let him wait?

  Just as Angie started getting into a rhythm that was building into a nice orgasm for me, she retreated.

  “Keep her there,” she said with a giggle.

  John’s fist tightened in my hair. I couldn’t turn my head to see what she was doing if I wanted to. He wasn’t hurting me, but my mobility was limited to up and down on his shaft.

  I felt her moving in from behind me before I felt the tip of either a dildo or a strap-on teasing my exterior.

  CRACK! She smacked my ass, rubbed it then smacked it again. Adrenaline slammed through my veins as the excitement started to build again. She gave me one final smack, before impaling me with what had to be a strap-on.

  John couldn’t take anymore. He pulled back and cupped his hand over his erection before spilling all over me, then excused himself to the restroom to clean up. Not that it mattered. Angie had my hair wrapped around her hand, using it, and one of my hips to pull me back and forth.

  Between the hair pulling, the exhilaration and the ass slapping, my excitement was building beyond my control. I felt it low and warm, the spasm started and I was ready to cry out with pleasure.

  Angie pulled out. She pulled out!

  “Not yet, angel. I wanted to see your face.” She pushed me off of her and manhandled me to my back. Did this chick lift weights?

  Once on my back, she dove between my legs and inside me once again. She bit delicately on my jaw. “Come for me. Now.”

  I didn’t have a choice in the matter. My body started to tremor, and then I was gone, over the edge. Angie screamed and pushed hard into me before collapsing on top of me. She’d come just from seeing me climax. Weird. Awesome, but bizarre at the same time.

  How was this petite girl so heavy? I couldn’t breathe. Maybe it was all the boobs.

  She slowly got on her elbows. “Sorry,” she gasped.

  I started to giggle. “I collapsed too,” I said between gasps for air. “It’s just
that I’m already on my back.”

  Angie started to laugh then kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks, I needed that.”

  “I need a drink.”

  Abandoning my clothes, I staggered to the bar. “Water.”

  Rachel’s face was blood red. “I bet you’re thirsty after that.” She handed me a bottle of water.

  “Can I get another drink too?”

  She smiled and nodded.

  “I’ll be right back.” I drank as much water as I could while staggering into the closet. My legs were toast. I kicked off the shoes and took off the thigh highs. Digging through my bag, I found what I was looking for. A silk nighty. It was a bit see through, but very comfy. I slid on matching shoes that were heels, but a lot more comfortable.

  My martini, John and handbag were waiting for me at the bar.

  “Hello, handsome.” I finally had my breath back.

  “That was intense.” He whispered in my ear.

  I smiled and gave him a thumbs up. “Thank God you fed me earlier or I’d be a wreck.”

  “I’m a wreck and I was just watching!” Rachel teased. “My damned panties are soaked.”

  John and I must have had the same idea at the same time. We both gave each other the same sideways grin.

  Chapter 23

  John and I stayed at the bar chatting with Rachel and enjoying our drinks as the others partied themselves out. At one, John announced the party was over. Those who were going had to go and those that were staying had to figure out their own sleeping arrangements, but the bed in one room was ours, of course.

  “This was quite a party. I’ve never worked anything like this before. I think I made a few hundred in tips for only working a few hours. And that was on top of the money you paid to employ me for the evening.” She smiled. “This will definitely be a night for the books.”

  “So are you off the clock now?” I asked.

  “Technically, I was off the clock two hours ago. But I agreed to stick around and talk to you two.”

  “Then make yourself a drink and relax,” John said. “You’ll need it once Candy starts talking business.”