Play Date (3 page)

Lena turned back around to face her next
player and was shocked to see that it was her nice neighbor and
tonight's bartender, Tom Davis.

“Tom!” Lena exclaimed. “You're playing?”

“Its for a good cause, right?” said Tom.

“Uh, yes it is,” said Lena.

Tom bet his $200.00. Lena held at 19, but Tom
had 21. “All right!” he yelled, as the crowd roared its approval.
Tom walked into the booth, and as stated by the rules, he could
pick any area of the outfit to peel away. Lena swallowed as Tom
examined her outfit, trying to decide where to start. “Hmmm... can
you turn around please?” Lena did as told, dutifully turning her
backside to Tom. Tom stared down at Lena's fetching bottom.

“The ass!” someone drunkenly yelled.

“The ass it is,” said Tom as he reached down
and pulled at the top of Lena's buttocks at the small of the her
back, pinching the thin fabric with his thumb and forefinger. He
peeled away a strip of fabric from her ass that went halfway up her
back and was several inches long and a quarter inch wide. Loud
whoops broke out as Lena twisted her neck to see the strip of skin
showing through her leotard. “Let's go again,” said Tom.

All of a sudden there was another roar of the
crowd. But it wasn't for Lena. She looked over to the next booth as
Shane was tearing a large strip from Danielle's mid-section,
revealing a patch of bare skin running from her sternum to her
breasts, exposing Danielle's cleavage. “Nice!” Danielle yelled in
encouragement to Shane. Lena burned with jealousy. It was bad
enough that Danielle had been seeing Shane without telling her, but
to be gleefully egging Shane on in front of her was
infuriating.

“That gives me some ideas,” said Tom, his
usual neighborly demeanor evaporating as his urge to strip Lena
took precedence. In a minute Lena busted. “Damn,” she mumbled, as
the crowd whooped and hollered. “Tits! Tits!” some drunk yelled.
Lena was horrified, yet the space between her legs was feeling like
an aquifer.

Tom walked up to her, eyeing breasts barely
held in by the material. He pinched the fabric just to the side of
her left breast and pulled crossways, tearing off a foot long strip
of Mylar from across her breasts. In its place was the outline of
Lena's hard nipples pushing up against the thin, ineffectual
pasties. She looked down at her ample breasts, shocked that her
aroused state was now obvious to everyone around the booth.

“Crap!” yelled Tom. “I'm out of cash.”

“There's a portable ATM right over there,”
Lena offered helpfully. There was more applause from the next booth
as Shane Evans tore a particularly large strip of fabric from one
entire side of Danielle's torso, leaving her right breast
naked.

“Side boob!” someone yelled. Danielle was
loving it, taunting Shane, licking her lips and gyrating her
hips.

“All right, let's go,” said a female voice.
Lena turned around. Now taking Tom's place was the cougar from
earlier in the evening. A bit drunker.

“What? You?!” said Lena.

“Deal!” said the woman. For the first time
Lena saw the cougar standing up, over six feet in heels. The crowd
was going nuts with this Sapphic match-up, raising such a roar that
Danielle stopped her own striptease to watch.

The cards were dealt and Lena purposely lost,
though she would never admit it to herself until later. Another
roar of applause from the drunken crowd as the cougar, a woman that
Lena would soon know as LeAnn, walked up to Lena with a lecherous
grin, reaching down and touching the mound between Lena's legs. The
crowd dropped to a hush. LeAnn let her fingers linger, brushing
against Lena's crotch. Lena was now breathless, feeling the soft
touch of LeAnn's fingers between her legs. LeAnn pinched two
fingers at the bottom of Lena's crotch, tearing a strip upwards to
Lena's belly, exposing a thin strip of fishnet pantyhose and the
tiny triangle of her “safety” thong under the hosiery.

“I guess that's kind of a disappointment
isn't it?” said Lena.

“I figured you'd have something on
underneath,” smiled LeAnn. “You'd have to, with that outfit... I'll
tell you what, I got enough money for one more round. Let's see
what I can do.”

The cards were dealt and Lena made it a point
of losing again. “You're not even trying,” said LeAnn, looking
formidable in her high-heels, yoga pants and cardigan sweater.

“That's my choice,” smiled Lena, who was
finding herself enchanted with this bitter, but lovely soul.

LeAnn eyed Lena, now criss-crossed with
missing strips of fabric, her bare skin showing through. LeAnn
reached down and grabbed a section of fabric on Lena's waist,
pulling right to left, revealing Lena's flat belly. The throng
cheered and LeAnn walked off.

“Where are you going?” said Lena. You won—you
can go again.”

“I told you—I've blown my wad,” said
LeAnn.

“Oh,” said Lena, the crowd yelling “No! No!”
as LeAnn walked away from the Blackjack table.

Another guy stood in front of Lena. He was in
his early fifties, a little jowly. Not very good looking. He put
down two hundred dollars and the dealer dealt the cards. Lena had a
20 and the dumpy guy had a 17.

Next.

A younger guy in his thirties stepped up; not
that great looking either. The dealer dealt the cards and Lena
busted. The guy in this thirties thought he'd start-up where LeAnn
left off, peeling another section of her crotch, revealing even
more of her fishnets and her thong. Lena was flowing. Could he see
her juices dripping down the inside of her thighs, a slave to a
reductive sexual response laid down a hundred thousand years
before?

Next.

“Hi Honey, I think we need to finish you
off,” said Brett Crater as he laid down his two hundred dollar
bet.

“Oh, hi,” said Lena.

But her response was drowned out by another
cheer. She looked over to Danielle's table. Danielle's leotard had
split in half as Shane peeled off the final piece holding it
together. The lower half dangled loosely while the upper half was
just a shred of its former self. Danielle tore off whatever pieces
remained clinging to her, spinning around with her arms in the air,
dressed in just her pasties and fishnets. Meg ran up and escorted
Danielle away as the crowd roared its approval.

“Hey! Deal!” yelled Brett.

Lena was so distracted by her arousal that
she made no attempt to win, losing one hand after the other. Brett
pulled strip after strip of clothing off of her until there was
nothing left except one tiny isthmus holding the outfit together.
The crowd was going nuts with wolf-whistles as the liquor
flowed.

The final hand was dealt, but before Brett
could even pick up his cards, Lena just cut the thin strip of
material with one finger and let the two pieces of her leotard snap
apart. She then grabbed the limp upper, and limp lower halves,
tearing them off with one hand. The crowd roared as Meg grabbed her
hand and pulled her away from the throng. Before she knew it, Lena
was in the back dressing area with Danielle who was already putting
on her spare outfit.

“Don't tell me you're going out there
again?!” said Lena, baffled.

“Of course I am!” said Danielle. “Didn't you
love it?”

“Well, yes,” said Lena.

“Unfortunately,” said Meg. “We don't have an
extra outfit for Lena.

“Crap,” said Danielle. “She can't go out
there in just her pasties.”

“How much money did we raise just now?” said
Lena.

“Between the two of you? About forty-five
hundred,” said Meg.

“Woo-hew!” said Danielle.

“We're still short six-grand to get those
kids to Sweden.”

“Well, I'm going back out there again,” said
Danielle. “That'll help, right?”

“Sure, but we're going to have to find some
use for Lena here,” said Meg.

“In that case, how much for thirty minutes of
one-on-one time with this charming lady?” interrupted a voice from
the doorway.

“LeAnn!” Lena gasped.

LeAnn shut the door behind her and walked in,
looking expensive in her Christian Louboutin heels and yoga tights
showing off exquisite gym-toned gams. She walked up to Lena, now
stripped to just heels, hosiery and pasties.

“If I wanted to get to know you for, say, a
thousand dollars, would you oblige?” said LeAnn.

Lena looked nervously at Danielle and Meg,
Danielle nodding her head and smiling while Meg remained
nonplussed. “We couldn't officially encourage such a thing,” said
Meg. “But we wouldn't discourage it either. In any case, it would
have to be done off-line.”

“Where would off-line be?” said Lena, tamping
down on her insatiable urges.

“Right here in this room,” said Meg. “As long
as it's not out on the activity floor you can do whatever you want.
It is for a good cause.”

Danielle grabbed Meg's arm and pulled her out
the door. “Let's leave these two alone. I have an appointment to
get stripped.”

The door shut and LeAnn walked back to lock
it.

“I don't do this type of thing,” said
Lena.

“Do what type of thing?” said LeAnn walking
back slowly towards her.

“Girls.”

“You've never kissed a girl before?” said
LeAnn.

“Well yes... but—” said Lena, as LeAnn leaned
forward and pressed her lips against hers, stopping Lena in
mid-sentence. Lena was pleasantly shocked by the sensation of
softness.

“Then what's the problem?” said LeAnn, still
kissing Lena, her tongue pushing forcefully into Lena's mouth.
LeAnn's hands reached around and clutched Lena's ass, with one
errant index finger gently caressing the cleft between Lena's butt
cheeks through the hosiery. Lena was breathing hard, her pent-up
desire now unwinding here in the back room with another woman.
There was no point in pretending that these urges could be argued
with. Lena pushed LeAnn hard against the wall, reaching around and
grabbing LeAnn's pert ass, shrink-wrapped in Lycra. “We don't have
much time,” said Lena.

Without answering, LeAnn reached down and
tore an opening in Lena's fishnets right at the crotch.

“LeAnn!” said Lena.

LeAnn reached in and grabbed the tiny front
triangle of Lena's thong and pulled back hard, tearing the panties
off cleanly. Lena squealed in shock as LeAnn let the panties drop
limply to the floor, her long fingers moving into Lena's folds.
LeAnn's other hand peeled off both of Lena's pasties, exposing the
hard, pink nipples. LeAnn applied her mouth to each one, sucking
and biting down gently. “Goddddd...” yelled Lena, intense joy
radiating from both areas, her brain not having the vocabulary to
process such previously unknown pleasures.

LeAnn pulled her fingers out of Lena's vulva,
causing Lena to give out an abrupt start. LeAnn dropped down to her
knees on the carpeted floor, grabbing both of Lena's calves, calves
arched by skyscraper heels, heels that forced every defining muscle
to make themselves known. LeAnn ran her hands up and down Lena's
mile-high legs, caressing them with her nails, gently kissing her
calves and thighs. Lena had never felt such a thing; relaxing and
arousing in equal measure.

“LeAnn...” she whispered reverently.

LeAnn stopped, running a single finger across
Lena's trimmed mound. Leaning forward, LeAnn planted a kiss. Then
another kiss, followed by her tongue sliding around Lena's Mons,
probing the folds of Lena's labia and then finally across the
softly-enclosed clitoris along the top.

The long fuse reached its end as Lena let out
a long moan. She was charging towards climax, the insistent,
inarguable-burning thing, growing louder in her body.

There.

Lena squealed. It was as if a bracket had
given way and section of her had collapsed. She orgasmed
repeatedly, calling LeAnn's name while holding LeAnn's head in her
hands, keeping it pressed between her legs as LeAnn's tongue
continued its torment.

Ten minutes had passed before Lena's climax
subsided. She crouched down to the floor with LeAnn, holding her,
breathing hard, muttering “Thank you, thank you...”

LeAnn fell backwards onto the floor,
laughing, “My tongue is sore.”

“Did you really just pay a thousand dollars
for that?” said Lena.

“I did,” said LeAnn.

“But you backed off at the Blackjack table
saying you didn't have any more money,” said Lena.

“I wanted to save it for this.”

“I should be paying you,” said Lena.

“No,” I want the little kiddees in here at
Plush Run to get out in the world. If sixty of them can see a
different culture that isn't centered around shopping, that's a
good thing.”

“You went down on me for that?”

“No. I went down on you because you are
beautiful,” said LeAnn, handing Lena ten one hundred dollar
bills.

“I don't know where to put these,” said Lena.
“I'm kind of naked right now.”

LeAnn stood up, “Then I'll give them to Meg,”
she said, taking the wad of bills back from Lena and standing
up.

“I want to see you again,” said Lena.

“Okay,” smiled LeAnn as she turned the lock
and walked out the door.

Lena remained on the floor, her bare ass flat
against the carpet, exhausted yet satiated. To feel like this.

Lena could hear cheers from outside, cheers
no doubt relating to another piece of fabric torn from Danielle.
Her feet were killing her. Lena slid off one of her heels. “You're
not done yet,” said Meg, standing in the doorway.

“I'm not?” said Lena.

“There's another request. This one is for
fifteen hundred dollars. If you can do this I think we're close to
making our goal.”

“Who? Do what?” said Lena.

Meg disappeared from the doorway, replaced by
Brett. Nina gave a shudder.

“Ooo boy, look at you,” he said letting his
eyes sweep over Lena's body, naked except for her heels and the
remains of her fishnets. Nina's legs were curled back under her as
she rubbed her foot. “It sounds like you guys are having fun
without me,” Brett continued.