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“On rare occasions I’ve met women similar to you. Beautiful, mature and confident, you know yourself and your place in the world.” He shrugged. “Most women think being sexy means showing their pechos and the men come running…”
“Some do.” Jane gestured toward her breasts. “We don’t call them the orbs of power for nothing.”
Three men, a tomboy…and one erotic game that could change everything.
Three for Me?
© 2009 R. G. Alexander
A Children of the Goddess Story
Simon, Eric, Rafael, Lee…and Charli. It’s never mattered that Charli is the only girl in the crowd. She’s always been a tomboy, anyway. Just one of the guys.
Between work and Couch Potato Thursdays, life is pretty full. Sure, no man alive can get through the friend gauntlet, but thanks to her boys and her toys, she’s got plenty of fantasy material. It’s a win-win situation. Until Lee has a destination wedding in Cozumel—and Charli’s “best man” duties take a kinky turn.
Through what looks to be foul play by Lee’s new brides, Charli finds herself on a decidedly decadent shore excursion, playing “The Race Erotic”. With each sexy challenge, it becomes clearer that down deep, she desires not one, not two, but al three of her remaining single buddies.
They’re the only family she’s ever known. She can’t imagine living without them. Will she have to choose? Or will the final score be three to one?
Enjoy the following excerpt for Three for Me?:
“I wanted that outfit.” Natalie glared at her, looking intimidating in a leopard print body stocking.
“I’m sorry?”
Shel y came and got between them. “Nat, you know you don’t get to choose your outfits. Besides, you’ve already been the naughty schoolgirl several times now. Give someone else a chance.”
Naughty schoolgirl. Charli covered her face with her hands, peeking at herself in the mirror through her spread fingers. She’d had her hair put in pigtails. She hadn’t worn pigtails since she was nine.
The little Mary Janes and thigh-high white stockings were bad enough. The plaid skirt was so short she could see her clingy white underwear that had, thankfully, been in a store-bought package beside the ensemble. But it was the shirt, most of al that was giving her fits.
Button-down and white, it stopped right beneath her breasts, leaving her midriff bare. Already so thin they could see the shadow of her areoles. Shel y and the other woman had patted her with a damp cloth, making it entirely see through. She’d never be able to face the boys again.
“Don’t be nervous. It’s just two songs. And it’s pretty dark in there. The game rents the upstairs club for as long as we’re here, so no one but the other racers will see you dance. And I’m pretty sure they’l be too busy to look.”
Charli was feeling a little warm. Maybe it was from the tequila, but she wasn’t necessarily afraid of this challenge. She was the lifelong friend of four very manly men. She’d been to a strip club before. And she did love to dance. If only she didn’t have to wear this humiliating outfit.
She remembered what Connie had said about her having the body of a pole dancer. Had she known this would be one of the challenges? She was going to have a good long chat with Lee’s new wife when they got back.
Shel y led them all to a curtained doorway. “Up those stairs you’l find a main stage that will lead you to your individual walkways. Dance one entire song on that walkway for your men. When the next song starts, give him the lap dance of his dreams, and just be open to the pleasure. It’s a wonderful experience. The men know what they have to do to get the next clue, so go on and show them what you’ve got!”
Shel y stopped Charli as the others went on ahead. “Your guys have already been told, but I wanted to let you know that you can only pick one to lap dance with, and the other men can watch, but they aren’t allowed to touch you until
“On rare occasions I’ve met women similar to you. Beautiful, mature and confident, you know yourself and your place in the world.” He shrugged. “Most women think being sexy means showing their pechos and the men come running…”
“Some do.” Jane gestured toward her breasts. “We don’t call them the orbs of power for nothing.”
Three men, a tomboy…and one erotic game that could change everything.
Three for Me?
© 2009 R. G. Alexander
A Children of the Goddess Story
Simon, Eric, Rafael, Lee…and Charli. It’s never mattered that Charli is the only girl in the crowd. She’s always been a tomboy, anyway. Just one of the guys.
Between work and Couch Potato Thursdays, life is pretty full. Sure, no man alive can get through the friend gauntlet, but thanks to her boys and her toys, she’s got plenty of fantasy material. It’s a win-win situation. Until Lee has a destination wedding in Cozumel—and Charli’s “best man” duties take a kinky turn.
Through what looks to be foul play by Lee’s new brides, Charli finds herself on a decidedly decadent shore excursion, playing “The Race Erotic”. With each sexy challenge, it becomes clearer that down deep, she desires not one, not two, but al three of her remaining single buddies.
They’re the only family she’s ever known. She can’t imagine living without them. Will she have to choose? Or will the final score be three to one?
Enjoy the following excerpt for Three for Me?:
“I wanted that outfit.” Natalie glared at her, looking intimidating in a leopard print body stocking.
“I’m sorry?”
Shel y came and got between them. “Nat, you know you don’t get to choose your outfits. Besides, you’ve already been the naughty schoolgirl several times now. Give someone else a chance.”
Naughty schoolgirl. Charli covered her face with her hands, peeking at herself in the mirror through her spread fingers. She’d had her hair put in pigtails. She hadn’t worn pigtails since she was nine.
The little Mary Janes and thigh-high white stockings were bad enough. The plaid skirt was so short she could see her clingy white underwear that had, thankfully, been in a store-bought package beside the ensemble. But it was the shirt, most of al that was giving her fits.
Button-down and white, it stopped right beneath her breasts, leaving her midriff bare. Already so thin they could see the shadow of her areoles. Shel y and the other woman had patted her with a damp cloth, making it entirely see through. She’d never be able to face the boys again.
“Don’t be nervous. It’s just two songs. And it’s pretty dark in there. The game rents the upstairs club for as long as we’re here, so no one but the other racers will see you dance. And I’m pretty sure they’l be too busy to look.”
Charli was feeling a little warm. Maybe it was from the tequila, but she wasn’t necessarily afraid of this challenge. She was the lifelong friend of four very manly men. She’d been to a strip club before. And she did love to dance. If only she didn’t have to wear this humiliating outfit.
She remembered what Connie had said about her having the body of a pole dancer. Had she known this would be one of the challenges? She was going to have a good long chat with Lee’s new wife when they got back.
Shel y led them all to a curtained doorway. “Up those stairs you’l find a main stage that will lead you to your individual walkways. Dance one entire song on that walkway for your men. When the next song starts, give him the lap dance of his dreams, and just be open to the pleasure. It’s a wonderful experience. The men know what they have to do to get the next clue, so go on and show them what you’ve got!”
Shel y stopped Charli as the others went on ahead. “Your guys have already been told, but I wanted to let you know that you can only pick one to lap dance with, and the other men can watch, but they aren’t allowed to touch you until
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