A Halloween Makeover!

A Halloween Makeover!

I initially began writing this for a Halloween competition. Making time due to work and real life became challenging.

A special thanks to Hooked 1957 for revising it to make it more readable. Any errors that remain may be because I tried to improve it. If I was an excellent author, I would be selling books and living a dream.

This is a tale about magical abilities, the power of suggestion, or perhaps just the power of good deeds. It's a fictional story and, therefore, not real. If you don't believe in the plotline, please leave now. Don't rate me one star and comment on my lack of writing skills. I wouldn't be a talented writer if I was.

I'm just recounting a story. I hope you appreciate it and follow the adventure. I hope you believe that wonderful things can occur, even though life may not always be kind.

So, my life had hit rock bottom. This feeling seemed all too real.

It was a Friday prior to Halloween. I learned that my girlfriend, the one I'd just discovered was having an affair with a buddy of mine, had been sleeping with him for months. I also realized that she returned home late from work on some nights not because she was tired from partying, but because she was playing with her lover. My mind was reeling.

I thought back to those occasions when she arrived home intoxicated after supposedly drinking with the girls. I used to think she was simply very aroused when she drank. The truth had me gagging.

Adding to my misery, my roommate was breaking up with his girlfriend and organizing a Halloween party at our place, which had been our plan with Winnie. I'd backed out following the unsettling revelation. Brock was now dating Winnie, making the whole situation worse.

What does a badly shaken 22-year-old do when life crashes down? I figured heading to the sleaziest strip club in town to drink everything in my wallet until I'm wrecked might help numb the pain. I had $223.00 left after rent and bills. My reserved funds, which were supposed to be saved for when I purchased a home, were off the table as well. I was in no mood to flirt with that dream.

The strip club was usually crowded on a Friday. Tonight was quieter than usual, with only a few small groups of college guys and a handful of older perverts ogling the dancing ladies. They were offering bills to eager dancers.

A brunette in a cat-themed bodysuit approached me and invited me backstage. She was cute, but her petite frame and tiny breasts made me think of Winnie. I decided to wait for a different option. I observed a girl writhing on the pole. Her breasts were fantastic. She had an attractive face, yet she seemed more like an automaton.

"It's a shame she doesn't seem to have more energy," a voice next to me remarked. "Mind you, it's difficult to be excited about dancing here for 5 nights a week with the better tippers running the show!"

I glanced over to see who was speaking. He was short; much shorter than me. I was sitting down, and even then, I still towered over him significantly. He looked like a misshapen dwarf from Lord of the Rings. His head was disproportionately large. He possessed long, unkempt hair. A thick beard covered his face. His neck was thick. The rest of him resembled a Dwarf from the films.

"I could use a friend," I responded.

"And what looks like it's hurting your feelings?" The man introduced himself as Balraj, extending a hand so strong it felt like a vice.

"John," I replied.

"May I sit here?" He inquired, pointing at the chair beside me.

"Sure," I nodded.

"What has you looking so glum?" He inquired.

"I just found out my girlfriend has been cheating on me with one of my buddies for months," I shared. "I'm the fool who's been assisting her with expenses, tuition, and books while buddy got off scot-free!"

"Wow, that's rough!" he sympathized.

Our waitress approached, her tiny devil outfit hugging her curves. "What'll it be, sir? Another rum and Coke?" She asked me.

"A regular for me," Balraj suggested. "He can have the same."

"I'm open to trying something different," I said.

"Excellent, that's the ticket!" Balraj slapped my shoulder, strong enough to send shivers down my spine. "That's the mindset you need to move past a situation like this." He laughed. The waitress laughed too.

We observed the girl on the stage complete her number and receive a private dance offer from a rowdy customer.

"What a shame," the man said with sadness in his voice. "I tried to tell her to be confident." He expressed his disappointment. "She has so many talents, and it's not just about dancing. She's smart; she just needs to believe in herself."

I became curious about this mysterious individual. "Do you come here often?" I inquired.

"Honestly, I'm the one who runs the DJ booth," he explained. "The only people who see me are the dancers and waitresses. I protect them, and they treat me kindly."

"Cool! So why are you here if you're not working tonight?" I asked.

He chuckled, "You're different. Most people think I'm here for free sex, and wonder how I keep the girls safe. Some people mock the idea, but not you. I like that you're open-minded!" he patted my back.

"My mom taught me to be open-minded," I responded. "The only thing a closed mind brings is being stuck in the dark."

Our waitress brought us two orange-colored drinks. Although sweet, they were incredibly delicious.

"What is this?" I asked, intrigued by the taste.

"It's my own creation. It's apricot nectar mixed with orange juice and Amaretto. And there's one secret ingredient." He raised his glass to make a toast. "To good health and happiness, and having an open mind!"

I lifted my glass to match his. "Cheers!"

"So, how about that girlfriend of yours," he queried, "and your friend? Do you know why she said what she did?"

"When I inquired, she stated that she truly enjoys having sex," I said. "She didn't specify that he's the only one, just her 'go-to' guy. He has a large penis. She likes large penises. But she claimed I was useless in bed."

He let out a chuckle. "I've heard that before. To an extent, it's true, but in reality, someone who's paying attention is a better lover than a big penis."

"But according to her, I'm small. And inferior. It hurts a lot," I commented, feeling the pain from her commentary.

He bought me another drink. "Do you really think that's true? Or are you just trying to justify your friend's actions?"

"I'm not sure. But I wish she'd receive her due punishment, and I wish I could regain my confidence as a lover." I replied.

"So, your friend," he questioned, "what do you want for him?"

"Since he's endowed with a substantial penis, I hope his reputation is in line with his abilities. A big penis!" I chuckled.

Balraj laughed heartily, "I absolutely love it! It's so perfect!"

We observed the dancers for a couple more drinks. We joked and chatted about life, love, and my aspirations for the future. By 2 a.m., I actually felt much better emotionally. I was also slightly intoxicated. Or maybe even a bit more than slightly intoxicated. The dancers had completed their final set and were relaxing near our table. They were physically touching me freely.

I was surprised by their interest in me. I also realized they were asking personal questions about me. What do I do for a living, and what am I studying in school? The girl who appeared to be on autopilot even laughed at my meager attempts at comedy. She turned red when I told her I enjoy watching the way she moves to the music.

She told me she enjoys dancing but despises the unwanted touching of the patrons. She was hoping to leave the club scene and find a new job.

I encouraged her as much as I could. "What else would you like, if you had the opportunity?"

"Simple," she answered. "I want a date with a guy who doesn't assume oral sex and a quick fuck are a given, simply because of what I do."

"You need to date better men," I told her. "They should date you because they like you."

The bartender approached, "Gentlemen, closing time. I have to kick you out, unfortunately." He sighed.

I thanked Balraj for listening and offering his advice. "Thank you for your time. And thank you, ladies. It's been nice getting to know you." I turned to Lucy, the girl who had shared her story. "You deserve a good man who treats you well. I hope you find him, and a satisfying job that allows you to love dancing again."

I stood up and walked towards the exit.

Baltaj called out, "John, I have something for you. Tomorrow night, try this." He handed me a pack of incense cones. "Keep an open mind and burn them. And have a great Halloween! It's an excellent excuse to let loose!"

I took the package and remarked, "Thank you!" I shook his hand. And then I departed.

I summoned a taxi and stepped outside to hail it. I returned home to a surprising scene: my friend and my ex-girlfriend were involved in passionate lovemaking in the guest room. They had been busy with final touches for decorating the house under the pretense of merely touching up their living space.

The incident marked a stark shift in my plans for the night.

Soon, I was awake and had the entire morning to myself. I prepared breakfast, preparing a coffee, a speedy omelette, and toast to supplement it. After finishing my meal, I continued sipping on my coffee when my friend, Winnie, emerged from the guest bedroom, naked and flushed from passion.

"I don't think he realized how large he was, I'll be sore for a week." She smirked, recounting her encounter with her lover. It was a victory smile, like a bully bragging about intimidating their next victim.

I responded in kind, "I heard you getting fucked. I expected him to shatter the walls with such intensity. I believe you loved every bit of him, yeah?"

Winnie was startled by my lighthearted, yet understanding reaction. "Yes, he likes me wet and he enjoys fucking me hard. I have so many orgasms like that."

"Good Lord, I heard that." I chuckled.

She started exploring her nether regions, "Does hearing how much I enjoy being fucked get you turned on? Does seeing my naked body after he leaves his mark on my body excite you?" She teased.

"No, I'm fine. But feel free to have fun," I replied.

"I'm going as Lady Godiva, but after last night, decided to change to Jenna Jameson instead," she boasted.

Seeing her candor was opposite to my initial emotions from the previous day, I quipped, "That decision suits you. You have always been a better version of a porn star. Your approach to sex is more teasing and erotic as opposed to the common grunts and groans."

"Yes, but I think you'll still think about me and the sound of him using me," she teased.

Whenever I saw my girlfriend being naughty, it was bound to stay with me. I expected myself to be agonized, but instead, it felt indifferent -- I didn't feel anything at all. She was quite happy with this new persona, though.

"If you want to tease your beau, hold back. The less I feel, the less power you have over me." I smiled.

Unable to prod the desired reaction, she countered, "Do you plan on wanking off while imagining me getting fucked?" She attempted to provoke me.

"Not particularly. If that's how you want to view me, have at it," I responded causally.

Winnie was puzzled that I wasn't reacting the way she expected, she tried to goad me deeper, "You could try getting yourself one of those love pillows. That should help you feel some semblance of pussy."

"I'm happy with who I am," I answered.

"What are you going to dress up as?" I asked her.

With a sinister grin, she revealed, "I was going to be Lady Godiva, but now I'll be Jenna Jameson instead."

I nodded, understanding her attraction towards the provocative porn star.

"I bet you might think of me quite a bit tonight while getting yourself off," she taunted.

Leaving me in the kitchen, she left for the bathroom. Her friend came out of the guest room, partially dressed and more encumbered by the events of the night, adjusting his lower parts while going to the bathroom.

"Tempting your human sex doll?" She asked, teasing her lover.

"On and off," Winnie joked, "I'm not what he believes I am." She inserted her fingers in her wet pussy while reminiscing.

I disconnected from the situation, finding myself unphased by her actions. Her daring demeanor sparked something within me that felt unfamiliar.

"Wanna have sex again?" She quizzed.

"No, I've moved on. I have errands to run before the party tonight."

The disappointment on her face only gave me more satisfaction. She wanted to see my pain, but I was oblivious to it.

"Consider buying a fleshlight. It mimics the sensation of a pussy somewhat," Brock suggested.

I raised an eyebrow and smiled, "I'm okay with who I am now. Thanks for the advice, though."

With that, I prepared to leave my home. I headed to a costume store and found the superhero costume I had booked was a few sizes too small. I found an equally appealing Deadpool costume -- a tight, skin-fitting suit that was torn and shredded in places. I knew it wasn't apt for the chosen outfit, but wear it, I would.

Heading to a liquor store, I picked up a large quantity of Amaretto, orange juice, and two packs of Apricot Nectar. After it, my day concluded with an act of self-indulgence: I paid for a second-hand electric guitar. Previously, my girlfriend disliked my performances in front of guests, fearing they would mock me for my poor skills. Now, I was single, and I could play to my heart's content.

Following lunch at a nice mall restaurant, I made my way back home, excited for the upcoming costume party.

Customizing the party, I decided to put on the new Deadpool suit, don the guitar, and join the party I once dreaded.

So, I picked up a large bottle of Amaretto, a large container of orange juice, and two packs of Apricot Nectar, besides taking home a used electric guitar.

I had twenty more dollars to splurge, so I opted for an extravagant meal at the mall. I was finally able to do something I enjoyed while having control over my emotions -- no longer caring about the mood changes in others as I indulged. I played music, both pleased with the situation and enjoying my newfound independence.

Something seemed strange. I was feeling great today. I was full of energy and joy, and I loved it.

After dinner, I decided to go for a walk by the lake. The weather was nice, even though it was a little chilly. The sky was a beautiful fall blue. The trees still had some colorful leaves, and the grass was covered in a sea of oranges, yellows, and reds. Everywhere I walked, I heard the sound of leaves rustling.

It was getting close to 5:00, and I knew I needed to start getting ready to go home, change, and set up my drinks for a Halloween party. I knew this party would be different now that I was single.

I got home, and there were already a few guys there, drinking a lot. There were also some women. Winnie showed up wearing a sheer red top that hugged her body tightly. She also wore a tiny micro mini skirt and a black thong. She had red high heels and red mesh stockings. Her hair was styled like the famous TV personality Jenna, and she looked amazing.

"You look just like her!" I exclaimed. Brock walked out of the bedroom next, wearing a greasy-looking suit that was unbuttoned all the way down to his waist. His hairy chest had been dyed black, and his hair was slicked back. He also had on the tightest white jeans I'd ever seen, and he had a very large tie sticking out of the waistband.

"Be good tonight, cuck, and I'll let you borrow the fake cock. I'm sure you can find a hole to fill with it!"

"That's okay, Winnie likes one of those in her back door. You can keep it for when you need it," I joked. Winnie laughed as I walked past.

"You bought a guitar?" she teased. "God help us if he decides to serenade us. It won't be the cat screaming like it's tail got run over, it'll be him!"

The room erupted in laughter.

"I won't be serenading you any time soon," I said. "Even if I became famous or talented."

"Ouch!" Brock commented. "Tiny tries growing balls!"

The room roared with laughter again.

"Just watch out, Brock, she'll have yours on a short leash soon enough," I said with a smile.

The room erupted again, this time at Brock's expense.

I put my things in my room and went to the kitchen to mix my drinks. I added some amaretto to my juice to taste. I put the jug in the fridge to chill.

I went back into my room to change. By the time I came out, even more people had arrived. There were still more guys than women, but at least a few more women had shown up. I'd been hoping the party wouldn't be dominated by men.

Winnie was surrounded by a group of guys, and Brock was proudly bragging about having the hottest girl at the party. Winnie was flirting and laughing with the crowd of guys.

I found a couple of friends who I hung around with, and we started laughing and joking. My friends accepted the news of Winnie cheating and were even a bit surprised that I was so calm about it. We'd been together for more than three years.

One of my friends, Chen, wearing a Tinkerbelle outfit thatfit her perfectly, gave me a hug. "Sorry, I thought she might have been the one," she said.

I smiled and gave her a squeeze. "A month ago, I would have told you she was, but today, I have a wide-open future." I opened my arms to embrace all the possibilities before me.

By 8:00, I knew the party was a good one. Everyone was having fun. People were hooking up. The games we'd set up were a hit. The people who had been drinking heavily earlier had all slowed down, and though they were still drunk, I wasn't as worried about them getting sick all over everything.

I was feeling pretty buzzed from my drink. I'd offered some to my friends, but they all stuck with their usual drinks. More for me!

I was in a deep conversation with a girl I was hoping to impress about costumes and the history of Halloween, when Winnie walked up, with her chest proudly stuck out. Her nipples were so hard they looked painful, and her hips swayed seductively.

I smiled inside. I knew she was trying to rub salt in the wound. "What's up, Winnie? God, it must be cold in here. Do you want me to turn up the heat?" I asked.

She seemed a bit surprised. I'd always responded positively when she approached me in a slutty manner. She'd used it to get what she wanted many times before. "Um, there's a woman at the door. She says you're her date." She said awkwardly.

In my head, I was expecting this to be a prank by Winnie and Brock, involving a blow-up doll or something. I walked to the front door, bracing myself for yet another cruel joke. [End of Paraphrase]

I stumbled slightly when I saw Lucy standing in the doorway. She donned a scarlet hooded cape, complete with a picnic basket.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, flashing a massive grin.

"I wasn't sure if I should show up, but Ball urged me to have fun," she expressed with some trepidation.

"Come in! Please!" I strolled up to her and took her arm.

In a bustling area, it's as if people naturally open a path for you as you move forward. This was our situation.

I introduced her to my circle of friends and then we took a seat on the couch. It felt electric having her body so close to mine.

My buddies interrogate her.

"Where did you run into each other?"

"My friend Ball introduced us."

"Are you a student?"

"I had to take a break. I hope to go back, but money is a concern."

"What do you do?"

"I'm a dancer when I can find work, and part-time waitress to make ends meet."

I believe she impressed my pals. She was amiable, unguarded, and affable. I served her one of my beverages as she and Chen delved more into dance discussions. Chen had dabbled in ballet too. She adored to dance.

I returned and handed Lucy her drink. She sipped it and crinkled her nose. "Ball said you wouldn't discern the secret ingredient," she whispered in my ear. She pulled out a mini pouch and sprinkled some crumbled pieces. I could sense a hint of spices wafting off it. "Pumpkin spice," she whispered softly. "It possesses a magical touch, so beware!" She chuckled. She handed me the pouch. It was merely regular spices from the store. I believed Ball had some special elixir. How else did I go from misery to happy so rapidly?

"Have you ventured into the other thing Ball handed to you?" She whispered again.

"I haven't, everything was going well, I forgot about it." I confessed.

She stood up. "Come on," she then addressed my group. "We'll be back. He really needs to accomplish something!" She smiled jovially.

My friends made some sarcastic comments as we headed toward my room. Lucy wore a flowing robe that accentuated her features. She did seem quite alluring.

She closed the door behind us. I pondered for a moment about her in my residence, and then an idea arose, "Wouldn't it be nice to be here with her..." when she spoke.

"Ball is special. He doesn't give away presents frequently or casually. He gave you a recipe for a beverage. And now his extraordinarily potent ingredients. He gave you incense. These items possess might. And his present to me is for me to be here. He knows you'll be a great influence on me. I agree with him."

I opened the brown paper wrapping. The directions were straightforward: burn in a secure setting. Caution, others will notice their true abilities. Believe in yourself, your self-assurance will grant you what you aim for. Employ responsibly!

Lucy read the guidelines as well. "See!" She beamed.

I ignited one piece on an incense burner. It had an enticing scent, evoking patchouli or agarwood. Lucy sat on my bed. "This aroma is bewitching!"

I moved beside her. She was as enticing as the fragrance. Was I falling for her? Why not?

"How did you uncover me?" I sought to know.

"Val informed me," she replied.

"Well let Ball know I'm grateful! And thank you for showing up! I'm genuinely content you're here," I expressed.

"I felt bad for you initially. Then I saw you welcome your options, and I was happy for you. I also started to have a crush on you then. You exuded kindness," she said, blushing just slightly.

"Thanks!" I declared, blushing as well.

"You know," she commented, "When you and I discussed last night, I felt sorry for you at first. Then I witnessed you open your eyes to your prospects, and I was happy for you. I also caught feelings for you then. You were so considerate. It felt right." She kissed my cheek.

"Should we leave this gathering, before folks suppose you turned into the big bad wolf?" She inquired.

"I wouldn't mind becoming the wolf!" I joked, as I helped her up and we headed back to the party.

Once we emerged from the bedroom, Winnie pounced on her. "Can't wait to be alone with him?" She questioned.

I wasn't sure what to anticipate from Lucy, but what she did took me by surprise. "I'm not just in this for a brief lay, but given his appendages, I see why he would spark that response in people."

A group of women, including Winnie, were staring at my groin area. It seemed normal to me, not exceptionally large but a respectable bulge. I was shocked when a couple of them gasped and made comments like "Wow" and "Holy shit" even Winnie expressed her surprise.

Without any warning, she turned and declared to anyone who cares, "There's got to be a sock shoved down there" before I could reply, she reached into my pants and tore them open. Out popped my cock.

I was quick to cover myself, feeling annoyed until I caught a glimpse of Brock's response. He had been gloating at Winnie's initial comment about a sock, but his reaction swiftly changed to "Fuck that's big" and visibly stepped back.

Chen was in awe, her eyes widening in amazement.

Lucy turned to look at Winnie, then stated, "Guess I have to do something about this giant cock right now, don't I?" turning to me, she grabbed my hand and led me back into my room.

What do you do when your private parts are exposed and a gorgeous woman is leading you to the bedroom? I followed her.

The instant she closed the door, Lucy erupted into laughter. "I'm not sure what she expected, but she was definitely surprised when your pants tore. "

"What the hell was she thinking?" I asked, puzzled. "I mean, she's seen it before. What was she trying to accomplish?" I was also taken aback by the incident in front of my friends.

"She was extremely jealous. I believe she thought you'd be distraught and crying in your beer." Lucy responded. "Besides, I think she forgot how, well, built you are."

"I'm not that endowed. Am I?" I questioned. I found a pair of red and black boxer shorts and slipped them on.

"You're lying," she grinned.

I shook my head; I've always considered myself average, at least in comparison to some of my male acquaintances in high school. Two of the biggest were black defensive linemen, and I assumed their size was due to their height, towering over 6 feet.

"Works for me?" I asked. "I'm not looking to attract more Brocks to my life."

"Definitely." She confirmed. "You know you'll get a lot of attention from that, right?"

"Why?" I inquired. "I don't think Brock will say anything, but as for Chen, she couldn't take her eyes off your cock when you exposed it - at least before she began staring at me with envy."

"How about a raunchy moment to make them wonder?" Lucy suggested, her voice full of mischief. "That is, if you're in the mood."

She pulled me close and kissed me passionately. Lips brushing against mine, her tongue exploring. We kissed for what felt like an eternity, our breaths becoming labored. She then looked at herself in the mirror.

"Perfect!" she exclaimed. I soon noticed that we were both flushed and panting. Our hair was disheveled and we were breathing heavily.

We pulled away from each other. Lucy moved to kiss me again, her hand still on my rear, pulling me close. She used her free hand to keep our lips together. I held her back firmly, admiring her breasts and erect nipples.

We separated from my room, receiving sidelong glances from a few of the women. Winnie struggled to form words. Brock, losing his smug expression, looked less self-assured.

As we rejoined our group of friends, still on the couch, Chen and Lucy joined me. Lucy high-fived me, "Excellent!"

Our group of friends continued the festivities, congregating around us while the party continued outside. Several inebriated friends had left for work the next day, and Winnie, while showing off her breasts, grabbed James' hand and placed it on her bare chest. Simultaneously, she fondled Brock's erect penis through his tight jeans.

Some of my friends had surmised Winnie's actions were a teasing display and ignored her. Winnie, her breasts exposed, lingered around us, flashing everyone. She also pulled on her thong, displaying her full pussy. "Want to see something interesting, John?" she taunted.

My friends partied on into the night, boisterous and uninhibited. By midnight, many were intoxicated, some heavily so, and Winnie continued her flirtatious act. Brock still struggled to maintain his composure.

Before long, Winnie, tipsy and flirtatious, was grabbing my hand and leading me back into the privacy of my room. She began kissing me, her hand on my ass, drawing me close. In response, I held her back and squeezed her full buttocks. My mouth found hers in a kiss, her other hand clutching my lips to her own.

We didn't spend long in the bedroom before rejoining our friends, but we were definitely in the mood.

"Of course I do!" I responded.

She flashed a huge grin as she glanced over at Lucy. But her smile quickly vanished when I strolled over to Lucy and snatched up her picnic basket. "What delicious snacks do we have in here?"

Lucy chuckled. "I brought an assortment of treats for my man. Grapes to feed you like a Roman emperor, crackers and cheese, and my favorite blend of exotic fruits."

We settled down on another couch and started feeding each other grapes.

Gradually, my group of friends dwindled down to just Lucy and Chen. But as the evening progressed, several more women joined us. We engaged in lighthearted and funny conversations. Lucy and Chen even discussed dance and music with some of the newcomers.

In the middle of the conversation, Lucy inquired, "Do you play the electric guitar in your room?"

Before I knew what was happening, we were all in my bedroom, with the door closed. I was encouraged to start playing the guitar for the six women seated in my room.

I began with a simple blues riff, consisting of four chords repeated. I started singing silly Halloween-themed lyrics.

"It's Halloween,A spooky time indeed,Monsters have stayed out late,Don't hesitate,For they'll consume you whole,Zap your very soul,Monsters have stayed out late,Don't hesitate!"

We continued like this until people came up with more spooky and goofy lines. Eventually, the song came to an end. I played John Denver's "Country Roads," and everyone who knew the words sang along.

I also performed a phased-out version of Jimmy Hendrix's "Star-Spangled Banner," before transitioning into Prince's "Purple Rain."

I realized it was well past 2 AM, and I was thirsty. We took a break for drinks and a trip to the bathroom.

When we opened the bedroom door again, we were met with the sound of groaning and a slapping noise that matched Winnie's sounds. Our next sight was of several naked men stroking their cocks while Brock held Winnie in the air with his cock in her ass. Other men stood in front and fucked her hard. Winnie looked somewhat dazed as she bounced on the cocks. The man fucking her pussy yelled that he was about to cum, and she leaned forward to swallow his cum. There was some dribbling down her chin and breasts.

The women were repulsed by the men who asked and urged them to join in.

Brock hollered at me, "Hey there, Red, I've already proven I can out-fuck that loser. If you want a real cock, come here for a fantastic ride!" He chuckled.

I noticed that my friends weren't as enthusiastic. Winnie just looked at me with a puzzled expression.

By the time we were ready to start playing music again, three of the women had decided to leave. One of them had an explicit message for her ex-boyfriend: "Stay away from me."

We returned to my bedroom and played a few more songs before just relaxing and chatting. Lucy, Chen, and Krystal (a new acquaintance of mine) decided to stay. Everyone had been drinking heavily, and Chen had already planned to sleep on a couch, but with the recent turn of events, we decided to crash in my room.

Just before turning in, everyone made another trip to the washroom. While everyone received a few lewd remarks, Brock was particularly vulgar towards Lucy.

He called out to her, "Hey there, Red, I've already proven I can out-fuck that loser. If you want a real cock, come here for an amazing ride!" He guffawed.

Lucy responded calmly. "If I'm ever in need of a true dick, I'll definitely give you a call. But it seems that he has a sturdier mount than you possess. And I like that he values the women he shares his presence with." She tousled his hair and walked back to me.

The guys laughed heartily. Even Winnie smiled as Lucy stood up to Brock.

I surrendered the bed to Chen and Krystal, while Lucy and I grabbed a blanket and a spot on the floor. It was strange hearing the f**king going on in the room next door. I could even hear Chen and Krystal whispering and laughing.

As we snuggled up close, I became aware that Lucy was wearing only a bra and, hopefully, panties. Unfortunately, this thought left me unclear on what she was wearing. But regardless, as we shifted around on the floor to find a comfortable spot, we kept bumping into each other.

Eventually, she snuggled up under my arm with her head resting on my shoulder, and my arm draped over her side. I was intensely conscious of her breast as she breathed. She then rolled up her red flowing dress into a pillow for us.

"This gown is too hot to sleep in," she said. It was a lovely thick, soft cotton material.

We lay close together, and I realized that she was wearing just a bra and, I hoped, panties. Unfortunately, this left me both intrigued and slightly disturbed. Regardless, as we moved around trying to find a comfortable position, we kept running into each other.

Eventually, she snuggled up under my arm with her head on my shoulder, and my arm draped over her side. I was highly aware of her breast as she breathed. She then rolled up her red flowing dress into a pillow for us.

"Do you feel okay with what's happening with your ex in the next room? We could hear the men having sex with her," she asked. "I hear her moaning and cumming from time to time too."

"I'm more worried about how she'll feel being used by a group of men for hours at a time," I stated. "Surprisingly, I don't feel the heartbreak I once felt. Ever since I met you, I've started to look forward to my future."

I wrapped my arms around her, and we shared a long, passionate kiss.

"I'm looking forward to my future too," she breathed, her voice full of excitement.

Her whispers must've reached Chen and Krystal, who were wondering if we were going to have sex in front of them.

Lucy joked, "I never go past second base on the first date. Ever!" She kissed me, and her hand slipped down to cup my semi-erect cock. "I'm enjoying how much you're aroused by my touch and the thought of me touching you," she whispered.

Krystal and Chen could hear us moaning and giggled. Lucy just kissed me after our passionate exchange.

We stayed tightly connected, with our hands all over each other. Her hand traveled under my T-shirt, caressing my hard nipples, and mine reached under her shirt to tease her breasts.

I pulled away briefly to remove her shirt and threw it aside. She didn't complain, just kissed me again.

"If you need to cum, I'll give you a handjob," she whispered in my ear. "But we should stop if we want to take things further."

With her permission, I shuffled a bit closer, giving her easy access to my cock. She gently stroked it, and I could feel her nails running along my sensitive skin.

"I've loved every moment of this," she murmured, caressing my chest with her hand that was still on my cock.

I released her. She put her free hand on my chest and slid her other hand back under my shorts. Her fingers glided up and down my shaft. I could feel my heart racing and my breath quickening.

"I would love nothing more than to make love with you," she said, her voice full of desire.

"But I think we should stop here so you don't regret it," she whispered in my ear. "I can't wait to know you better."

"Goodnight," I whispered, kissing her on the forehead.

I couldn't sleep for a long time, listening to the sounds of the party and Lucy's relaxed breathing.

Eventually, the creaking bed, hushed whispers, and pleasure-filled moans became quiet. The crowd seemed to have gotten tired of spending an entire night fucking my ex.

It was weird that I felt at peace, lying on the floor and listening to the sounds of intense lovemaking. I had always been an early riser, and I enjoyed early mornings. So, when I woke up in the pre-dawn hours, it was no surprise for me. However, it was a shock to find Lucy holding my cock and sleeping beside me. The room was still quiet and dark.

Trying to free myself carefully not to disturb Lucy, I slowly stood up. In the next room, the women were still going at it. After my morning pee, I wanted to make coffee for Lucy.

I opened the door and saw a messy living room. Couches were occupied by two guys. One guy had claimed the chair, while another pair slept in each other's arms. Winnie lay on the floor, covered in dried cum.

Brock, though, was missing.

Although I wanted to grab Lucy's panties for fun, I left them on the floor, closed the door, dressed, and went to the kitchen to make coffee for the both of us.

When I came back, I couldn't help but chuckle at how different the night had ended compared to when it began.

I headed to the bathroom and then started brewing some coffee. A short while later, Lucy emerged, clad in her red dress. She glanced around the room, shook her head, and chuckled.

She approached me and gave me a long, passionate kiss. "Would you mind waking Winnie? She could use a chance to get tidied up before the other guys start stirring."

I nodded and walked toward the bedroom, donning my terry cloth robe. I moved closer to Winnie and asked, "Want to get up and shower quickly?"

She mumbled, then opened her eyes. When she saw me, she seemed bewildered. She stared at herself and her surroundings, then mumbled, "Damn it." She attempted to sit up and groaned.

I helped her to her feet. I handed her my robe, and she nodded, but she had to be helped into it because she was clearly stiff and sore, and sleeping on the cold, hard floor hadn't helped.

"Can you help me get up?" she begged.

I picked her up gently and took her to the bathroom. We just made it in time. I held her hair back from her face. After she finished being sick, I offered her a washcloth and a cool glass of water.

She used the washcloth to clean off the dried vomit and cum on her skin. She became frenzied as she scrubbed more of the cum off.

"Why don't you take a shower first, and then relax in the tub a bit?" I suggested.

"Could you help me?" she asked, looking disoriented.

I helped her stand and hold onto the counter. "I checked your room; Brock isn't there."

"I have to pee," she asked. "Can you close the door?"

I left and closed it.

"John, can you help me?" she begged.

I returned and closed the door. Winnie struggled to stand and get onto the toilet. Then she relieved herself. While she was peeing, she released a series of loud, smelly flatulence. The look on her face was hilarious. She apologized, "Sorry."

I laughed quietly. "It sounds terrible!" I chortled.

She smiled faintly, "It feels even worse, and better."

She retrieved some toilet paper for herself. I glanced at the paint chips on the door. I could hear her groan in pain.

"Are you alright?" I inquired.

"Never better!" She moaned. "Holy shit, I hurt everywhere. Sorry John, I shouldn't have done this to you. Why are you here now?" She lamented.

"We've been friends for years. Before we got together. Friends support friends." I stated.

"But after everything I've done?" She cried, tears in her eyes.

"I don't think we were meant to be together romantically. I wasn't aware of that until it was too late. But I'm fine with us not being together. I still hurt, but I feel assured and calm. I'm concerned about you, though. Last night got out of hand."

She was about to pass gas again, so I turned away. Her bowels emptied with a repulsive splatter of diarrhea. She groaned again. "That hurts." She leaned forward, hugging her knees.

"You all right?" I asked.

"No, God no. I'm on fire down there. My stomach feels rotten, my pussy is aching, and my throat hurts. My entire body aches. And on top of that, I'm a shitty person."

I laughed, "More important, did you enjoy unleashing?"

She looked at me strangely, trying to gauge whether I was serious or holding a grudge. "I'd have done it differently, but yes, the sex was fantastic. More lube, less alcohol, and without Brock. I'm sorry about that. He's a real jerk."

"It's fine." I reassured her. "I wouldn't have met Lucy without you."

"You should probably leave now," she said.

"Are you sure?" I questioned.

She nodded, "Thank you. I'm sorry for being mean."

Lucy was pouring coffee and preparing scrambled eggs and toast in the kitchen. "How's Winnie?"

"A bit rough around the edges. Very rough." We grinned and kissed. I could envision a future with her.

We spent our mealtime in the backyard. Nude, inebriated men lounging in the living room didn't make this option very appealing. The kitchen was equally unsuitable with limited cooking space, barely providing enough room to prepare breakfast.

The weather was chilly, not cold but not warm either. I brought a hoodie and a blanket to snuggle up together on the stairs.

Lucy grew quiet, her face contorted in pain. "What's wrong?"

"I need a new job. I ask because if you're genuine about 'getting used to this,' I'm worried about it... You know my profession. Will you be okay with that?" She appeared on the verge of tears.

I didn't comprehend her statement. "What are you talking about? Things are so great between us! I feel like I'm in love with you already. I've never been this happy. I don't know how I managed to fall in love, but it's been amazing! Do you feel the same way?"

Concern crossed her face.

"So you feel it, too? Not just me?" I asked hesitantly.

She mounted me, kissing me while holding my head to rain more passionate kisses on me. "Just wait till our second date! I'm going to convince you of my love!" She deepened the kiss and caressed my manhood through my shorts.

"How about our next date happens on back stairs on a chilly November morning, wrapped in a blanket?" She flashed me a grin.

Satisfaction from her sexual prowess gave her confidence. She skillfully freed me from my clothing and affectionately introduced me to the tightest pussy I'd ever experienced. Using her training to exert control on me, she hovered on top of me and tightened her muscles on my manhood, teasing me with the pleasure.

"Why don't you be more gentle?" I begged, worried I'd cum prematurely.

"I agree. Lasting as long as we can is essential. But I think it'll be manageable. We can get a second helping of this later," she purred, lowering herself on me again. "Oh my goodness, you're so good!"

I grasped her breast, feeling her stiffened nipple. She quivered and whimpered, gliding me deeper.

When she slowed her pace, I squeezed her nipple, causing her muscles to tighten around me, clenching and shaking. She gnawed on my shoulder, letting out a loud "Fuck!".

The initial bite caused me to lose control, preventing my orgasm before I was prepared. However, I still hadn't managed to refrain from cumming.

I caressed her breast as she writhed on me, slowly but surely clenching me again. The pleasure was intense, increasing the pressure on my member which refused to give in to her muscle lockdown.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" She moaned.

"No, I lost control. I'm sorry."

She kissed my neck again as she resumed her relentless rocking. My cock throbbed, struggling to hold back the impending orgasm.

"I'm cumming so hard! I'm sorry," she voiced in embarrassment, inflicting soft bites on my shoulder.

We continued for a while, flipping roles as I entered and exited her several times that night.

When she came to quit her job, Balraj dismissed her for me. I pleaded with her not to leave, asking her to hold out for a different job, to no avail.

Two weeks later, she secured a job teaching dance and jazzercise at a local studio, making much less than before.

In the fourth week after that, she was pregnant.

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I only needed to hear that, and I put a rock on her finger as we made plans to run away. Surprisingly, Balraj was an ordained minister who could marry people.

On our wedding day, he gave us a package of incense and some detailed instructions. "In tough times, let these items remind you of your true selves. Use them wisely!"

I never believed in mystical powers, but something shifted after meeting him. Lucy confirmed that all the girls in the club adored his help, and he's still around today. He even takes broken souls and feeds them orange juice, apricot nectar, Amaretto, and a touch of pumpkin spice.

This experience can alter your life if you have faith. It also requires some inexpensive incense from a dime store. I'm satisfied, and so is Lucy. The same goes for Chen, who found love that same night by drinking a bizarre cocktail, sitting in a room with incense burning, and listening to a mediocre guitar player.

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