Dawn,
sitting down. “If they’re enjoying it and I’m enjoying it, where’s the harm?”
“It’s just…I don’t know…”
“If we’d grabbed strange men off the street, slapped dog
collars on them, and forced them at gunpoint to dance, then yeah, we’d have a
serious moral dilemma. But these guys auditioned! They passed rigorous
screening exams and went through training. They’ve been sitting around for a
month…let the poor bastards dance for us!”
“And then what?”
“Then I take two or three of ‘em to bed with me. But after
they dance.”
The lights went out.
Melanie and Dawn sat in complete darkness for a few seconds.
Suddenly the place lit up like a disco club. Multi-colored
lights moved in circles around the floor, and loud, pounding music with a heavy
techno beat began to play.
The men emerged from the room in a line, all of them wearing
black leather jackets and carrying riding crops. They walked to a spot several
feet in front of Melanie and Dawn, and then simultaneously broke into synchronized
and very impressive dance moves.
They all slapped the riding crops against their palms in
unison and in time with the music.
“Yeah!” Dawn shouted. She whistled loudly. “Shake it!”
The men shook it. Then they pulled off the leather jackets,
swung them over their heads, and tossed them across the room.
They smacked the riding crops against their palms again,
this time also swaying their hips in a more than slightly suggestive manner.
Melanie burst into appreciative laughter and clapped her
hands.
“Yeah!” Dawn repeated. “You know what Momma likes!”
The men held their riding crops over their head and
bench-pressed them in time with the musical beat. The swaying of their hips
transformed into a thrusting of their hips.
They smacked the riding crops against the floor.
This went on for another three minutes until the song ended
and the lights went out.
Melanie and Dawn applauded like crazy.
A few seconds later, the regular lights came back on. They
must’ve been on some kind of timer. The men were all standing in various
muscle-flexing poses.
“I want to live here!” Dawn shouted.
After a moment, the men dropped their poses and returned to
the line. Dawn stood back up. “How many routines like that do you have
prepared?” she asked.
“Eighteen,” said Carl.
“How many of them involve riding crops?”
“Twelve.”
“Well, it was very impressive. So you really have to
do whatever I say, huh?”
The men nodded.
“And what if I were to, I don’t know, say something about
those bathing suits covering too much?”
No way. Melanie couldn’t believe this. Dawn was just
teasing, right? She wasn’t really going to tell the men to get naked, was she?
“Ma’am, request permission to speak freely, ma’am,” said
Keith.
“Granted.”
“Ma’am, I just wanted to agree with you on the matter of the
swim trunks, ma’am.”
“Well then, Keith, since you’ve stated your agreement for
all to hear, why don’t you be the first to rectify the unpleasant situation?”
“Ma’am, not a problem, ma’am.”
Keith grabbed the waistband of his swimsuit and tugged them
down. He squatted, removed them entirely, and dropped them on the ground in
front of him.
Melanie sucked in a deep breath. She’d really never expected
Dawn to take it this far. Keith had a long, thick penis that was amazing even
hanging limp. It was huge. The sight of it sent a shiver through Melanie’s
body.
She realized that she was staring. Then she realized that
Carl was watching her staring, a huge grin on his face. She immediately turned
away and pretended to be studying the wall.
“Oh,” said Dawn. “Oh, my. May I touch it?”
“Ma’am, yes ma’am.”
“Goody.”
Dawn ran her fingers over his cock and through his neatly
trimmed pubic hair. Then she stepped back.
“Who in this line does not want to show me their
cock?”
Nobody raised their hands.
“Because I’m gonna make
sitting down. “If they’re enjoying it and I’m enjoying it, where’s the harm?”
“It’s just…I don’t know…”
“If we’d grabbed strange men off the street, slapped dog
collars on them, and forced them at gunpoint to dance, then yeah, we’d have a
serious moral dilemma. But these guys auditioned! They passed rigorous
screening exams and went through training. They’ve been sitting around for a
month…let the poor bastards dance for us!”
“And then what?”
“Then I take two or three of ‘em to bed with me. But after
they dance.”
The lights went out.
Melanie and Dawn sat in complete darkness for a few seconds.
Suddenly the place lit up like a disco club. Multi-colored
lights moved in circles around the floor, and loud, pounding music with a heavy
techno beat began to play.
The men emerged from the room in a line, all of them wearing
black leather jackets and carrying riding crops. They walked to a spot several
feet in front of Melanie and Dawn, and then simultaneously broke into synchronized
and very impressive dance moves.
They all slapped the riding crops against their palms in
unison and in time with the music.
“Yeah!” Dawn shouted. She whistled loudly. “Shake it!”
The men shook it. Then they pulled off the leather jackets,
swung them over their heads, and tossed them across the room.
They smacked the riding crops against their palms again,
this time also swaying their hips in a more than slightly suggestive manner.
Melanie burst into appreciative laughter and clapped her
hands.
“Yeah!” Dawn repeated. “You know what Momma likes!”
The men held their riding crops over their head and
bench-pressed them in time with the musical beat. The swaying of their hips
transformed into a thrusting of their hips.
They smacked the riding crops against the floor.
This went on for another three minutes until the song ended
and the lights went out.
Melanie and Dawn applauded like crazy.
A few seconds later, the regular lights came back on. They
must’ve been on some kind of timer. The men were all standing in various
muscle-flexing poses.
“I want to live here!” Dawn shouted.
After a moment, the men dropped their poses and returned to
the line. Dawn stood back up. “How many routines like that do you have
prepared?” she asked.
“Eighteen,” said Carl.
“How many of them involve riding crops?”
“Twelve.”
“Well, it was very impressive. So you really have to
do whatever I say, huh?”
The men nodded.
“And what if I were to, I don’t know, say something about
those bathing suits covering too much?”
No way. Melanie couldn’t believe this. Dawn was just
teasing, right? She wasn’t really going to tell the men to get naked, was she?
“Ma’am, request permission to speak freely, ma’am,” said
Keith.
“Granted.”
“Ma’am, I just wanted to agree with you on the matter of the
swim trunks, ma’am.”
“Well then, Keith, since you’ve stated your agreement for
all to hear, why don’t you be the first to rectify the unpleasant situation?”
“Ma’am, not a problem, ma’am.”
Keith grabbed the waistband of his swimsuit and tugged them
down. He squatted, removed them entirely, and dropped them on the ground in
front of him.
Melanie sucked in a deep breath. She’d really never expected
Dawn to take it this far. Keith had a long, thick penis that was amazing even
hanging limp. It was huge. The sight of it sent a shiver through Melanie’s
body.
She realized that she was staring. Then she realized that
Carl was watching her staring, a huge grin on his face. She immediately turned
away and pretended to be studying the wall.
“Oh,” said Dawn. “Oh, my. May I touch it?”
“Ma’am, yes ma’am.”
“Goody.”
Dawn ran her fingers over his cock and through his neatly
trimmed pubic hair. Then she stepped back.
“Who in this line does not want to show me their
cock?”
Nobody raised their hands.
“Because I’m gonna make
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