Girls Gone Wild with a Twist

Girls Gone Wild With a Twist


He watched her dance from the side of the stage, watched her whirl and grind to the music. He smiled. She was young, first year of college and knew just how hot she was. She turned around again, throwing her weight into the move, hips gyrating, hands rubbing down her own torso.
Her breasts weren’t large, but bobbed tantalizingly beneath the scant cover her red and white flowered bikini top afforded. He nodded.
Yes, she would most certainly do. The lights glinted off of her bare skin as she danced, blonde hair that would normally have extended to her shoulders forming a wild halo around her head as she turned. She came to rest in a provocative pose just long enough for the tresses to fall into a disheveled tangle around her head. She paused, brown eyes taking in the shrieking, screaming crowd, her smile wide with white teeth, lips spread with pleasure at the antics she saw below her.
She turned again, running her hands up and down her sides and torso, grinning all the while as the guys shouted louder and louder for her to take it off, take it all off. She bumped and grinded, squeezing her own breasts before leaning forward and tugging at the upper edge of her bikini top and the audience went crazy instantly.
The announcer stepped up behind her, rubbing his pelvis against the short, cut off shorts covering her ample bum. She grinned even broader, pushing back against him and teasing her ass against his groin. Pulling her up to a standing position by her bare shoulders, he whispered something in her ear.
She nodded eagerly and unzipped her shorts, revealing a pair of pink lace panties before wiggling for the benefit of the audience which roared its approval. He reached down and guided her arms up and over her head, then ran his hands down her arms and torso to her hips. She closed her eyes and leaned into him as he ran his hands back up and over her chest with slow impunity.
Her grin grew broader when his hands found their way back down to her waist and slipped inside the open fly of her denim shorts. Sliding his fingers around the belt loops he jerked the shorts down, panties and all. Shocked and taken aback by the unanticipated and uninvited action, she froze where she stood while the clothing fell to the floor unimpeded, revealing her suddenly bare pussy to the frenzied crowd.
The hundred men below her screamed their approval as the announcer pinned the shorts and panties to the floor with one foot. Realizing that her clothing wasn’t coming back up any time soon she stepped out of them and turned in a slow circle, not as embarrassed as one might have thought. Once she had completed her second turn and then strutted from the stage amid shouts and proposals of all kinds.
“And there you have it, gents, Veronica!”
The announcer hurrahed the men, and the observer moved from his position onto an interception course for the young lady. Yes, she most certainly would do. When he caught up to her she was laughing around the corner, out of sight from the audience, her pelvis still bared for all to see.
“Veronica!” He called as he reached her, glancing around to be sure they were alone. She turned fully toward him, taking a long swing from a long neck beer in her hands.
“Yea, look, I’m glad you wanna fuck me, but there isn’t enough of me to go around.” She started to walk away when he laughed.
“Not that you wouldn’t make a good fuck, girl, but I had something else in mind.” He held up a hundred dollar bill. “You dance real good up there, but we both know you didn’t win the prize.”
“I don’t hooker.”
“I’m not asking you to, just to do what you were doing up there, in front of a camera.” He held up his camcorder for emphasis. “Pays five hundred bucks.”
She stopped, brushing back her stringy blonde hair while she thought it over. “I’m listening.” She said finally.

Minutes later the saucy little blonde lay on her back in the middle of the bed in back office, one hand massaging her own pussy, the other tweaking one nipple then the other. He held the camera tight on her vagina, keeping the microphone close to hear her moans of self inflicted pleasure. Eyes closed, pelvis tilted forward, she worked her own tender flesh hard and fast, fingers plunging between the surrendering folders of her labia.