“We’ll see, won’t we?” he said as he reached down, beneath my dress to cup my ass. “You say I’m man enough for you? Let’s see if you’re telling the truth. If you’re not, then J.C. here is gonna help me give it to you the way you really want it.”
Bug stepped back and turned me around, shoving my shoulders forward until I caught myself with my hands on the edge of the bed. I knew that the back of my dress was short enough that they would both be able to see at least some of my ass. Bug reached over and caressed my rear end, almost lovingly, before he drew his hand back and it landed on my ass with a loud smack. I gasped and nearly pulled away. Bug really didn’t turn me on, but the smack on the ass did. I wondered — trying to forget about the man standing behind me — if Luke had ever smacked an ass hard enough to turn a girl on.
I figured that I had to play along if I wanted to avoid getting fucked by two guys at once. “Oh, Bug, you know that turns me on.”
He rubbed my ass where he’d smacked it, and he reached forward to grab my tits, squeezing them as he ground his crotch into my ass from behind. Oh. Shit. He wasn’t hard yet, and the only person he’d blame that on was me. I had to figure out a way to get him hard enough to fuck me so that he wouldn’t take out his frustration on my face. I also had to hope that I could somehow get wet enough that he wouldn’t be mad that he couldn’t turn me on.
I wiggled my ass. “I put this dress on just so you could take it off, Bug.”
“Do you want to suck J.C.’s dick, you dirty fuckin’ whore?” I could feel him starting to get hard.
“The only dick I’m gonna suck is yours, Bug. You’re the only one I want.” I stood up and turned around, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching out to stroke his beginning of an erection through his jeans. “Why don’t you get rid of J.C. so you can fuck me just the way I like it.”
I could see the uncertainty in Bug’s face. He started to unbuckle his belt.
“Stand up, you slut,” he commanded, as he unbuttoned his jeans.
I stood up, unsure what he wanted.
“Take off that hooker dress.”
Even though I’d slept with J.C. a few times over the years, I really didn’t want to be standing naked in front of him, but the tone in Bug’s voice sounded like he meant business and would tolerate no refusal.
I decided to make it as sexy as I could, hoping that, at the very least, I could get this over with quickly. “I’ve been wanting to take this dress off for you ever since I put in on.”
“Enough talking. Do what I told you.” Bug unzipped his jeans and shifted them down long enough to pull his cock out. He was hard enough that I thought that maybe I could end this awful situation quickly.
I stood up and pulled my dress over my head, bending forward to show extra cleavage as I set the dress on the bed. I hoped like hell that a blow job was gonna get me out of this fucking mess as I knelt on the floor in front of Bug. I was hopeful that the prospect of being blown in front of an audience would get it over with.
“Oh my, look at that huge, hard dick,” I said, nauseated by the adoring tone of my voice. I didn’t want to do it, but I was afraid that Bug was really going to hurt me if I didn’t distract him. “Can I please put it in my mouth?”
Bug grabbed my hair and roughly pulled my face to his crotch. “You’re gonna suck my dick, and you’re gonna swallow it. If you don’t do it good enough, you’re gonna suck his dick, too, you fuckin’ slut.”
He forced himself into my mouth, pushing to the back of my throat right away. I’d learned a few tricks about sexy, awesome blow jobs, but this was nothing like that. He fucked my mouth, pure and simple, his rage and frustration taken out with every thrust down my throat. I gagged, and he didn’t stop until he finally shot his load into my mouth, making the same ridiculous expression that he always did.
He pulled out, zipped up and walked toward the door, leaving me on my knees, jaw aching from his rough motions. “Put your fuckin’ clothes back on, you whore. I want you back at the bar in five minutes.”
He walked out of the room with J.C., not even bothering to close the door.
I wanted to slam the door, but I didn’t want to give Bug a reason to come back inside. I stood up, closed and locked the flimsy door, knowing that it wouldn’t keep anyone out if they wanted in badly enough. I grabbed my purse and fished through it until I found my makeup bag. I fished out my travel toothbrush and toothpaste, and I headed for the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and tongue twice, hoping to get rid of the taste and the memory of Bug inside my mouth.