Dressed for Pleasure

by D. L. Savage

  I could smell him, too, my senses filling with the mixture of his spicy cologne and the faint odor of fresh sweat, as he casually tugged his white t-shirt over his head, exposing the sort of ripped, tattooed torso you’d see on the cover of some trashy romance novel.

  I felt all the moisture leave my mouth as he continued to undress, reaching down and unbuckling his belt with his huge hands, slipping it open then tugging open his jeans too, before scooping his huge, half hard cock and balls from his white cotton boxer shorts, his dick falling with a meaty thud onto his washboard abs.

  I couldn’t stop staring at it. It was so much bigger than mine, and it wasn’t even fully hard yet. His balls were big and pink and shaven, while his shaft was a smooth golden color, leading to a bulbous, pearly pink head.

  “Well, Shawna,” he said in a low commanding voice, nodding down at his impressive cock. “Why don’t you put your mouth where the money is?”

  I felt frozen to the spot, watching as she tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, then lowered her head obediently towards his lap, reaching out tentatively and taking his meaty cock in her slim fingers before guiding it towards her open mouth.

  Michael let out a groan as Shawna began to slowly suck him, working her pretty mouth slowly up and down his shaft, her eyes closed and her hand following the motions of her hand – making me wonder where she’d learnt such a good technique from, especially if she hated porn as much as she said she did.

  What’s more, to my surprise she actually seemed to be getting into it, picking up pace as Michael let out another groan, and when she pulled her mouth from his glistening, now rock-hard cock to take a breath, she let out this sexy little gasp that had my own cock throbbing, before diving in for more.

  “What d’you think, Hayley?” Michael growled just then, catching eyes with me. “You think her pussy’s getting wet?”

  “I ... I don’t know,” I murmured.

  “Why don’t you check for me?” he persisted. “Go on, I’m sure Shawna won’t mind.”

  And despite my reluctance, I found myself doing what he suggested, actually unbuttoning Shawna’s jeans then pushing my fingers slowly into her boxer shorts, waiting for her to tell me to stop. But she just continued to suck and slurp on Michael’s huge cock, until I finally felt my fingertips slide right between her legs, gliding over the smooth puffy lips of her pussy.

  She let out a soft groan around Michael’s throbbing shaft as my fingers registered the hot gooeyness that was seeping out of her, slicking her pussy lips and dampening my boxer shorts in the process.

  “Well? Is she?” Michael persisted, as I drew my hand away again.

  I nodded, and his eyes locked onto mine and then he spoke again, his voice low and tight with pure animal lust: “Another thousand if you join in, too, Hayley.”

  I felt my stomach do a somersault, as I stared down at Shawna, laying there between his legs. She’d obviously heard him, because just then she pulled her mouth away again from his cock and stared up at me as if inviting me to join her, her pretty face flushed pink, her hand still slowly gliding up and down his slick hard cock, as she and Michael both waited for me to make my decision.

  “Alright,” I said quietly, unable to believe I was actually doing this.

  But I figured after all Shawna had done for our money, I couldn’t really refuse. As I positioned myself between Michael’s muscular legs, too, she caught me off guard by giving me another quick hungry kiss, her lips crushing against mine.

  Then I took a deep breath and lowered my face into Michael’s lap, moving my mouth towards his cock which Shawna was still holding, parting my glossy lips as she guided the swollen head inside.

  I let out a soft groan as I registered the throbbing heat of his shaft, pulsing against my tongue, sending surprisingly powerful shivers of nervous excitement through my body as I began to suck, feeling so damn girly and slutty.

  I had to admit, as I began to suck faster, working my lips up and down his smooth hard shaft and even swirling my tongue around the bulbous mushroom head, I was kind of enjoying this – way more than I ever thought I would.

  Soon I felt Shawna pushing in next to me, and I realized that while I was sucking the head, she’d started bathing Michael’s big shaved balls with her tongue, which turned me on even more, my untouched cock throbbing hard in my panties as I gave myself up to the sensations, cramming my mouth full of hot hard cock. As I started to try out some new moves, running my lips up and down the side of his shaft, our mouths met in the middle, Shawna’s lips meeting mine around his shaft in another hungry kiss, before we switched positions, so that I was the one tonguing and lapping at his sack while Shawna slurped on his cock, now making little moans of her own.

  “Oh, that’s it, that’s it,” Michael began to say and I felt a fresh charge of nervous excitement as I realized it wouldn’t be long until he came.

  As we continued to suck and slurp at his cock and balls, I was taken aback by a hand pushing between my legs. At first I though it might be Michael, but when I glanced down, I saw that it was Shawna’s fingers that were pushing beneath my dress and stroking my hard cock through my panties.

  Soon she’d actually shifted down so that her head was right between my legs. She started kissing my thighs, working her face closer towards my cock as I tried to focus on Michael, and I let out a muffled groan of pure pleasure as I felt her hot mouth close around my dick, as I wrapped my lips tight around Michael’s cock, my orgasm catching me off guard.

  I must have been so worked up by this whole situation that it only took a few flicks of Shawna’s tongue against my cock head and I felt myself flooding her mouth with hot fresh cum. And as I was still shivering from my own orgasm, that’s when Michael too decided to let go.

  With a low cry, I felt his cock begin to unload, swelling and pulsing, his hot cum flooding my mouth so powerfully it quickly spilled past my lips and down his shaft and balls.

  To my surprise, it didn’t really taste of much - just a faint warm saltiness, and I began to lap it up eagerly, slurping up his load until every last drop was gone ...

  * * *

  “Well, kids,” Michael said, buckling his belt, as Sara finally stopped filming and we all eased ourselves off the bed, “I think that’s got to be one of the most memorable episodes of BFF Dare I’ve ever done.”

  “And only your subscribers will see it, right?” Shawna asked nervously.

  “Don’t worry,” he assured her. “We have a very secure encryption process. It’s for our subscribers’ eyes only.”

  “Cool,” she said, then added, “I’m uh, going to take a shower?”

  “Please, be my guest,” Michael replied. “And hang out here for as long as you want after we’ve gone.

  So as Shawna took a shower, while Michael and Sara packed away, I just sat on the edge of the bed, still a little dazed and shocked at what had happened, still dressed in Shawna’s clothes.

  “You did great,” Michael said warmly, once they were finished packing and ready to leave. “Here,” he added, pushing a check for four thousand dollars into my hand. “You earned it.”

  “Thanks,” I mumbled, still a little dazed and unable to believe I’d actually sucked his damn cock just a few minutes ago.

  Moments after Sara and Michael let themselves out of the room, Shawna emerged from the bathroom, a fluffy white towel now wrapped around her skinny body. From the timing of her entrance, I guessed that she was embarrassed and had been hiding in the bathroom until they’d gone, and I couldn’t begin to imagine how our relationship would change after what we’d just done.

  But to my surprise, she gave me a big warm grin and announced, “That was actually pretty ... fun.”

  I felt myself smiling too, as I stared at her in shocked amazement.

  “I mean, don’t get me wrong, Michael was a total sleaze,” she added, “and I never want to see his fucking face again ...”

  She took a seat next to me on the bed, turning to face me, rea
ching out and cupping my face tenderly with her hand.

  “But being with you?” she said, those big sparkling blue eyes staring into mine, “like this, as Hayley ... It was really awesome.”

  I answered her with a kiss, our lips crushing together and our eyes closing as we fell back onto the bed.

  And in that moment, I knew that this wasn’t the end of our crazy adventure in the city, or the end of our friendship, but instead a brand new start ...

  Parlor Games

  1

  It was never meant to be a competition, but that’s how it ended up.

  When my best buddy Josh and I both graduated from college in the summer we were so damn excited. We had all kinds of big plans: to stay on in the city we both loved, renting a two-bed apartment together, both getting awesome jobs, and generally starting our lives as adults, out in the real world.

  And some of that came true. We did get a place together – in a pretty great neighborhood, no less, just a short walk from downtown, and we both began searching for jobs. But that’s when our paths diverged.

  I guess you could say Josh had always been luckier than me, in more ways than one. Not only was he more confident and handsome, never failing to pick up chicks while I always found myself watching on jealously as wingman, but on top of that, he seemed to be blessed in all other departments of his life, too.

  Take college, for example. We’d both graduated from the exact same Sports Science program, I’d even come out with a slightly higher grade than Josh, but can you guess which of us walked into a job as a junior physiotherapist almost the moment they started looking for work?

  That’s right. Josh.

  Meanwhile, I was still searching for work, almost two months later, running down the last of the money I’d begged from my mom and dad, assuring them that I wouldn’t be asking for any more handouts (not that they could afford to bail me out again if they wanted to).

  What made matters worse was that Josh’s folks were loaded. They were always sending him gifts and topping up his bank account, even though he really didn’t need any more money, what with his well-paying new job. The truth was, Josh probably didn’t need to work at all if he didn’t want to. I’d heard talk in the past about his grandparents being super wealthy, too, and he was standing in line to inherit a huge fortune when they passed.

  I tried not to let it all get to me. We were best friends, after all. But I had to admit, sometimes I hated him, too – hated how everything was fro him, hated his good looks, his good fortune in life, hated him.

  I knew deep down that I was projecting some of my frustrations about myself onto him, too. I’d never been very confident growing up, always avoiding the limelight, while wishing I was better looking, better built, always scrutinizing my skinny androgynous looks in the mirror, telling myself that I’d never find a girl who’d think I was attractive.

  It didn’t help that while Josh was a total lothario, I was still a pathetic virgin at twenty-one. Hell, I’d only really kissed a couple of girls in my life, and had one fumbled attempt at second base while drunk at a college party. Not much to write home about, in other words.

  So that fall things seemed to be going rapidly downhill. I felt like I’d joined every damn job site on the internet, pursued every avenue related to my fields of expertise, and come up drawing total blanks. I’d even got to the point where I was adding the cost of everything in my room – my laptop, my crappy beat up electric guitar, my TV and Xbox, my out of date stereo – wondering how much I might make on eBay.

  I’d given up looking for graduate level jobs by now, instead just heading out each morning and trailing up and down the city, handing in my resume to every café, bar and store I passed, but still not getting anywhere.

  Things were getting pretty desperate and I knew that by the end of the month, if my fortunes didn’t change, I’d be making another embarrassing call to my mom and dad, not for money this time, but worse … To let them know I’d be coming home to take up residence in the basement.

  “Just keep looking, dude,” Josh reassured me, whenever I tried to talk to him about my worries, flashing me an annoyingly handsome, carefree grin, his blue eyes sparkling and his perfect white teeth shining back at me. “You’ll find something.”

  But never once did he offer to bail me out, even though he knew how dire my financial straits were becoming. Part of me suspected that he was waiting for me to hit rock bottom and move out, so that he could have the apartment all to himself. He’d already spent a shit ton on cool furniture for the shared living spaces and I could just picture him turning my room into a home gym or something, the moment I moved out. After all, covering my rent as well as his would be a drop in the ocean to someone as loaded as Josh.

  So maybe now you can see why I’d begun to hate my so-called ‘best friend’?

  And in the end, I did find something. A job like no other. A job that well and truly transformed my life and myself in more ways I’d never have possibly imagined. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

  Let me explain ...

  2

  I remember it was a Friday. I know that because Josh had been talking about us hitting a club that night and I’d been trying to think up an excuse not to go. After all, why the hell would I want to waste what little money I had left on the hefty admission fee and overpriced drinks, just so I could watch him get lucky with some hot chick, then split the cab fare back to our apartment, just so I could get into my bed alone, and listen to the sounds of them getting it on in his room until I fell asleep?

  As usual, I’d been hitting the streets every day, dressed as smartly as I was able, a big sheaf of printed out resumes in my document holder, calling in to anywhere I could find and asking if they were looking for staff.

  And as usual, I’d been drawing total blanks.

  It was almost lunchtime, and I’d been unusually hungry, already gobbling down my homemade sandwiches at about eleven and still wanting something more substantial. So I figured I’d treat myself to grabbing takeout somewhere. Somewhere cheap obviously.

  I knew of a noodle bar that sold huge portions for a couple of bucks in China Town, so I started to make my way there, deviating away from the areas of downtown I was familiar with, until I found myself a little lost, out on some large mostly residential street that I’d never been down before.

  It was quiet and still, almost deserted, just a few cars parked here and there and seemingly no pedestrians other than me around. After I checked my location on my cellphone, I saw that I’d strayed slightly further East than I’d intended. But before I headed back on track, I figured I’d check the area out, on the off chance that there might be a few stores or bars or restaurants I could drop a resume into.

  From across the street, I noticed that there was a block of what looked like office buildings, and also something that looked kinda like a wine bar – with sleek glass doors and a small white sign.

  As I walked towards it, I finally made out what the sign said. It was just one word, written in a simple black font on a white background: MASSAGE.

  Now I know what you’re thinking, but this really didn’t seem like that kind of a place. It looked, at least from the outside, pretty classy and upmarket, the tinted glass frontage obscuring whatever was inside. And as I reached the building, I saw that there was another small sign next to the door that listed the kinds of massages they offered:

  Swedish Massage

  Deep Tissue Massage

  Hot Stone Massage

  Sports Massage

  Trigger Point massage

  As I read the list I felt my hope increasing. After all, I’d actually studied sports massage as part of my diploma. It really did seem to be a legit, upmarket place and just as I was about to push the sleek glass door open and step inside, the door opened on its own and out stepped a well dressed businessman. He looked in his early thirties, maybe, and had an aura of wealth about him – his skin tanned from a no doubt luxurious holiday somewhere, while his suit prob
ably cost more than the entire contents of my apartment. He actually kinda reminded me of Josh, or at least what Josh would probably end up being, ten years from now, and I felt another subtle stab of envy as I wondered how the hell everyone else seemed have their lives so together, while mine was falling apart around my ankles.

  But I took a deep breath, calming myself, knowing there was no point in going into a place and asking for a job with a dark cloud hanging over me. I knew that I needed to seem confident, upbeat, the kind of person who’d fit in easily and become a valuable member of a team.

  So I fixed a polite, friendly smile onto to my face then stepped inside the cool, dark, air-conditioned lobby of the parlor, the door swinging silently closed behind me.

  The lobby seemed just as sleek and upmarket as the frontage: with a dark grey tiled floor, soft mood lighting set into the walls and ceiling, and a clean white reception desk, where a very cute girl in a simple white dress was standing, smiling back at me.

  She had long straight dark hair and a beautifully pale complexion, her big brown eyes fixing onto me and her smile increasing as she said in a soft, gentle voice, “Hi there, sir, how may I help you today?”

  I stepped up to the counter, then began fumbling with my document wallet to try and get out a resume, all my cool and composure evaporating in the presence of such a pretty girl. And to make matters worse, somehow I opened the case upside down and my whole sheaf of papers went falling to the floor around my feet, so that the first words out of my mouth were, “Shit! I mean, crap .... I mean ... Sorry ...”

  I ducked beneath the counter, trying to gather them all up with nervous fingers, feeling my face flush beet red with embarrassment. But when I emerged again, the pretty girl still seemed so calm and serene, her smile not faltering for a moment.

  I took a deep breath, then tried again.