Ch. 15 – Clubbing With Ashley & Sandy

Chapter 15:

Clubbing With Sandy and Ashley

The Uber ride home from Sandy’s seemed to take forever. The dinghy ride to the boat was worse. I was barely aboard and down below before my pants were off and I was stroking my cock. I was so horny it didn’t take but a minute before my creamy white cum came squirting out of my dick. Satisfied for now I climbed into bed and soon drifted off with pleasant thoughts of eating Sandy’s pussy and tomorrow’s possibilities echoing in my head.

Woke up and fixed coffee and some breakfast. Read some internet news just to see if the world was still falling apart. It was but my mind was really wondering if Sandy would follow through. I busied myself with some minor “fix it” projects on the boat. Before I knew it, it was 3 o’clock. Hadn’t heard from Sandy. Should I call? Would that be too pushy? If I don’t call, will she think I’m not interested? I was torn. I popped a beer and retired to the cockpit to contemplate my next move.

About 3:30 she called. “Hey sailor. Got a proposition for you. How ’bout we meet at the bar and mutually *********** our partner for tonight. Sound feasible?” I had hoped to just show up at her place to find Sandy and some slut getting it on and sort of join in. This new plan involved, well, work. “Gee, I guess so. Not sure how the dynamics are gonna work.” “Not to worry sailor. Leave all that to me. Just show up at the bar on Main by 7. Got it? Oh, and wear something nice, a collared shirt maybe. Maybe even some cologne. Not that you need it, but the girls go for that stuff.” “This is getting complicated Sandy.” “Oh, fuck off dick head. You asked for this. You could have just fucked my ass last night and been done with it. But NOOO. You wanted to see two girls getting it on and maybe fuck two assholes. You play, you pay. Suck it up sailor and just meet me at the bar.” “OK boss lady.”

I walked in the crowded bar and surveyed the crowd. About 2/3 women, some on the dance floor dancing with each other, some with guys. Didn’t see Sandy right off so I made my way to the far end of the bar and ordered a draft. Kept scanning the crowd for Sandy. The music stopped and the dance floor cleared. Suddenly a woman was aiming right toward me. “Hey sailor. Glad you could make it.” Holy fuck. It was Sandy yet it wasn’t. She was all made up, bright lipstick, heavy mascara, eyeliner, thick rouge. And she had on a very tight, very revealing top showing her midriff and lots of cleavage. Her nipples were on full display. Her skirt was a micro-mini, skintight. She had her hair teased up or something, couldn’t really tell. “Whoa! You certainly look different!” “Different bait catches different fish.”

“Here’s the plan, Sailor. When songs play, I’m gonna go dance with a girl. Whoever I’m dancing with will definitely go home with me for sex. Different girl each dance until there’s one you like. When I’m dancing with the one you want, come start dancing with us.