A Night Out with the Girls
written by:
Tomas

Michelle came around the corner into the lounge room. "How do I look?" she asked Darryl. Darryl nodded approvingly at his wife. "I would definitely try to hit on you" he smiled at her. "You look gorgeous" said her friend Nicola. Michelle was in a mid-thigh royal blue skirt and sleeveless silver sequined top. Her shoulder length dark hair was pulled up which accentuated her long neck and pretty face. While the shirt didn't show any cleavage it clung tight to her chest emphasising the valley between her breasts and making each shine like individual disco balls.

It was Friday night and the girls were going out on the tiles. A group of them were going clubbing but the main event was the tickets to a male review show that had been organised through some girls at work. Other friends had booked in too and so they had a group of twenty or so heading out.

Michelle and Nicola were friends who had met through work and who both had young families. They were both grateful to get out for the night and intended to let their hair down. "Have fun you pair" said Darryl. "I won't wait up for you. Have fun and don't do anything I wouldn't do" He winked at her and pecked her on the cheek. Darryl went into the kitchen to start cleaning up after the kids dinner and the two girls started on a glass of bubbles that had been chilling in the fridge. "Oh god, I am so looking forward to this", said Nicola. "I haven't had a big night out on my own since I can't remember. I fully intend to dance all night and sleep all day." A big grin swept her face and the pair of them chatted and giggled in excitement. Soon enough the light of the taxi arrived in the street and he tooted his horn for them. "See ya later tonight honey" called out Michelle. "See ya girls. Have fun" he yelled from back in the kitchen.

The girls headed into the city at the prearranged bar. The after work crowds had gone and been replaced by the dinner time crowds. As they walked from their taxi to the bar they attracted the attention of a group of young suits moving from one bar to another. "Wow ladies. Looking hot tonight. Come party with us." The girls shot them back big grins, the kind designed to win you over, and called back "not tonight boys we are all sorted. Maybe later". "Have we still got it? Have we ever" said Michelle to Nicola. They grinned at each other, clasped hands and they walked into the bar. Doubles were the order of the night and they got their drinks, one bourbon and one vodka mixes and looked around till they found some of the girls from their party. A couple of tables had been acquired and some chairs to give them a fighting chance of enjoying conversation as the crowds moved by. The girls enjoyed the company of their group. There was laughter, jokes, racy conversation and gossip and, some dancing. To be honest it was good to socialise with the office girls outside of work and meet some more people who could be relied upon to have a good time. Every now and then, when going for a new drink, the girls would go to the dance floor for a while flirt with some strangers and then return to the group.

By the time they were ready for the special function, the ladies were all well and truly primed and were at their naughtiest. As they filled in through the front doors, there was a sense of alcohol and estrogen fuelled excitement. There was a reasonable queue of girls waiting to get in through security and formalities. At the door were tables set up with people and the girls had to show identification and sign a disclaimer. Nicola giggled to Michelle, "I haven't been asked for ID in a long time. They must think I am under 18". They walked up to one of the tables and asked "what is this about?" The girl on the counter explained that the form was explaining their obligations not to touch the performers unless invited to, that there were no cameras allowed, and that they consented to any images from the night being used by the promoters. They had to produce their ID, complete their personal details and sign before they could enter. One of the directors of the evening was watching all of the customers sign in and spoke into his microphone. "Mark the girl in the silver sequined top." It was his job to identify guests who may get the opportunity to form part of the show. Michelle had caught his eye with her appearance and obviously alcohol influenced behaviour.

As the girls moved in to take up the seats at their booked table, they noticed the complimentary cocktails and layout of the room. There were no bad seats in the house and they all had a prime view of the stage. There were male hunks moving about the room entertaining the girls with flirtatious conversation, gestures and physical contact. They were dressed in spandex short shorts, captains caps and separate collars and bow ties, but no shirts. They were all very fit boys and all the muscles that should be there were on display. Nothing over the top but gently directing them to their seats, holding them by the hand and commenting on their good looks. Everything was designed to relax the girls and get them in a party mood. Most of the girls took the opportunity to brush their hands down the boys chests and stomachs and give them a playful slap on the bum. The very firm bums as they happily found out. What they also noticed was how warm the room was causing them to take off their top layers and hop straight into the cocktails. The house photographers moved about the room getting the talent to pose with the girls. They would lay across their laps, hop on their backs and generally any pose that showed the girls having a good time with the boys and generally getting them used to being touched and photographed. It was the usual routine that they would do in their shows all over the country.

Once the room had filled with all the punters the lights were dimmed and the master of ceremonies took to the microphone to introduce the first act. The music rose and the spotlights focussed on the stage. The curtains drew back and the first group of entertainers moved into the light: Firemen! The cry from the girls when up with the applause and cat calls. The boys moved forward with their choreographed routine. They danced in formation to the music gyrating and moving forward into the crowd. Girl were selected from the crowd and came forward to be spun around and danced with the firemen. Nicola was selected from the crowd and had a particularly attractive blond chap pull her close and back to the stage area. The girls on stage fumbled and tried to join in as they were spun and lifted and moved in a group. Finally the boys took their hands and guided them into opening their jackets and exposing their chests to the crowd. The boys guided their hands down their chest, to the enjoyment of the girls on stage and to the hollers and calls from the crowd. They were spun around, bent over and playfully slapped on the arse, all to the rhythm of the music. The girls were turned around and lay on the ground with the topless firemen dancing above them. Then again their hands were guided by the dancers and they helped to rip the trousers off in one swift movement. The selected audience members were getting a close up view of the now mostly naked men dancing above them in little more than their fireman's helmets and small white G-strings. As the men completed a few more fancy moves over the prostrate girls they drew them to their knees so they were eye height with the white packages at the men's groin, bobbing and weaving, but tactfully hidden only centimetres from their faces. Each dancer had a small tube of oil that they squirted on their chests and then directed the girls hands to rub the oil over their chests and had them dragged over the semi-erect and reasonably sized members hidden behind the thin fabric at their groins. The excitement in the room and tone for the evening was set. The girls were taken back to their seats by the dancers to whoops, and high-fives from their friends. The men went back and completed their routine which went for another five minutes.

Nicola was almost beside herself with excitement when she got back to the table. "That was fantastic" she exclaimed. "They didn't make boys like that when I went to school" she called out to the enjoyment of all the girls at the table. She turned to Michelle, "I think I would enjoy a few hours with a boy like that!" "Ha" laughed Michelle, "You wouldn't know what to do with him and it would take a week before you could look your husband in the eye."

The night proceeded much the same as before. The wait staff made sure the girls always had drinks and the heat in the room ensured that the drinks didn't last too long. The girl on the other side of Michelle also was dragged up to the stage. Some police men decided that she was the culprit they had been looking for and she was frisked on stage as part of the dance routine. By the time she was returned she was flushed with her shirt hanging out and buttons half undone. Her cry of "take me again, I really have been naughty" was met with laughter and applause from all the girls at the table.

It was a good ninety minutes into the show when the wait boy brought over three shots of tequila, slices of lemon, and salt. "Who ordered these" asked Michelle. "Compliments of the house for being such good sports" was his reply. "Lucky you" said Nicola, "getting free drinks because we entertained the room!" The girls took the shots and Michelle felt is go straight to her head after all of the other drinks and the heat. "Woo hoo" she cried out. The spotlight came on and focused on the stage. Out of the dark stepped what can only be described as an Adonis. He was stunning. Mediterranean in complexion with short dark hair and beautifully proportioned. He was dressed like a Spartan warrior complete with shield and sword and began his routine. "We're going to need a volunteer from the audience for this special act" called the MC into his microphone. As the warrior danced, another spotlight swept slowly across the room highlighting different women. Every time they thought the light had stopped the women became excited with calls and clapping. As the music reached a climax the light focussed on Michelle and the warrior thumped his shield and the warrior pointed his sword at her. The cheer from the table went up and the MC announced that he had chosen. Michelle laughed nervously. Her head was spinning and she new she was about to be embarrassed in front of all of her friends. Two other dancers moved from the side of the stage carrying a wooden chair between them in the style of the act. They moved down to Michelle and helped her into the chair and then carried her ceremoniously to the stage. Michelle laughed and waved at the crowed as the music and light filled her senses.

The Greek dancer moved toward her and the music dropped to a slower rhythm. He lent down to her and spoke so that only she could hear. "Hey how's you night been? My name is Mike. Will you be happy enough to play along with me in this act?" Michelle focussed on him completely. He was even more stunning up close and his voice sent a shiver through her. "Yeah, good." She said answering both questions at once. "Ok" he said " I am going to need to remove your top for this one. You will need to rub me with oil and cream and it will get a bit messy and I assume you will be going out after this. Is that cool?" "I guess" she replied and instantly thought to herself, "oh god Michelle, what are we doing?" but the warmth in her belly and the excitement building through her gave her the bravado she needed. Mike spun around and proceeded to begin his show to the delight of the women. He spun and danced and even did a back flip. He walked around the women in the room and took turns playing with several of them.

As he returned to Michelle, who still sitting in her chair on her hands watching his performance, he made her the sole focus of his attention. He danced around her, touching her and making her touch him. He put aside his weapons and knelt in front of her and removed her shoes and put them under the chair. The crowd was noisy as the anticipation built. He then went behind her and gestured to the crowd seeking approval to remove her silver top. The room went wild with approval. He reached down and drew the top up over her head and off her arms. He twirled it around and placed ot too under the chair. Michelle instinctively covered her chest with her arms. She wasn't used to sitting in her bra in front of a room full of people. Behind her Mike was pouring oil over his chest. He moved in front and sat lightly on her lap and brought her hands around him massaging the oil into his muscles for all to see. Oh god it felt good to Michelle. Just like playing with a boy off a calendar she thought to herself. He then drew her forward and made her remove his warriors skirt to the joy of all the onlookers. As the dance progressed, Michelle was lifted and spun and alcohol went straight to her head. The dizzying effects were fantastic when coupled with the physical contact from this fantastic male specimen. Eventually she was put on her knees and he picked up to shields which he held to the side of his hips as he stood in front of her, in effect hiding her actions from the crowd. He wiggled his toned rump at the crowd looking over his shoulders at them. Michelle was mesmerised by the size of his manhood hidden behind his g-string. He bent down to her and said "I need you to take off my pants". She looked at him with eyes wide open, "and then I need you to hold it up as high as you can and twirl it around and throw it off the front of the stage". She nodded. "Good girl. When you are ready". The music had changed again to and the tempo was slowly building. Michelle reached forward and guided her fingers into the side straps of the pants and guided them over his waist and down over his thickly muscled legs. As the cup drew down over his cock the tension caused the member to fly out and forward, slapping her in the face as she leant forward. "Holy shit" she screamed in her head. For one she had just been slapped in the face with the first stray member she had seen in a long time, and second the thing was massive. And hard! She knelt there looking at it for what seemed like a long time before she heard Mike cough. She looked up and he was grinning at her. "Remember to twirl" he playfully reminded her. The noise from the crowd was deafening but when the g-string was twirled and released it reached a crescendo. He looked at her again. "Rub the oil down from my chest and all over my cock. I need you to make it hard and oily for the crowd." Michelle stared in excited disbelief. She was no prude, but this was pretty cool she thought. She took her hand and rubbed it through the oil on his chest and down to his prick. As she worked her hand around it she was stunned. She couldn't fit one had around its girth. Mike called down, "don't be shy. Use both hands." Michelle took her other hand and worked both of them along the length. It was amazing in its size and length. It must have been over twenty centimetres long and by far the largest she had ever handled. Like something from the internet. Mike was playing up to the crowd looking over his shoulder and winking. After several hard strokes when it was fully engorged he said to her, "what do you think of it?" Michelle looked up and called back "it is incredible." "Well wait here. Beside you under the chair is some whipped cream. When I get back I will need you to use that on me." And with that he left her on the stage and proceeded to move about the room. All the women went wild, wanting to touch and feel the warrior as he moved naked through their midst. After a circuit he returned to the stage and the light refocussed on Michelle. She had claimed the cream and had the tube in her lap. He stood her up. "What do you want me to do?" she asked. "Just play along. I am going to rub you with oil now." She looked at him in horror. "Relax." He said. "I promise you're in good hands and nothing will bad happen to you." He smiled at her and she resigned herself to some more humiliation." He took her to the chair and bent her over with her arse facing the crowd. He poured oil onto her back and then squatted in front and started oiling her legs. "Oh god. Lucky I didn't wear a fancy bra" she thought. He rubbed each leg in turn. Oiling from the calf all the way up the thighs. He looked at the crowd for approval and they responded with vocal encouragement. He slightly parted her legs and as his hands reached the top of her thighs with each stroke he gently brushed against her vagina. Time and time again. The sensation was astounding. Thrilling her at each brush. She could feel her breath quickening with each stroke and her head was dizzy. Then he stood behind her and started rubbing the oil on her back, reaching around time after time to rub her breasts through the material of her bra. She felt like she was going to explode. And then she felt it. His erect member slid easily past her oily thighs pushing hard against her lips. The crowd could not see it but each time he moved his hands up and down her back his cock would glide past her snatch and eight or so inches of meat would excite her clitoris. She was starting to let out gasps. And he own juices were starting to mix with the oil in her soaked panties. Just when she thought she was going to explode he pulled he up, spun her around and sat her on the chair. He walked around behind her and the crowd went wild. She was flushed, panting and glistening with oil. He bent down and whispered to her "I told you that you would enjoy that and now you know why I needed to take off your top. Now I need you to use the cream on me. Make a T shape across my chest and down my stomach." He went back in front, exciting the crowd and lifting his arms toward them to increase the cheers. Michelle picked up the cream can and squirted the contents onto his body. The crowd was beside itself with excitement. Mike played to them gesturing at his erect member. They cheered. Demanding the cream go all the way. Michelle reached forward and applied cream to the top of his member as it pointed at the crowd. Mike pointed at the cock and at Michelle. Yes! Yes! They screamed. Mike turned back around and lifted the two shields. Michelle looked at the monster in front of her unsure what to do. "Suck it" he demanded of her and pushed it toward her face. Instinctively she pulled away but he held her firm. Put the head in your mouth and suck off the cream. Michelle reached forward and opened her mouth and put the head of the member in her mouth. "What are you doing" her mind screamed at her . But she sucked. She sucked and stroked and enjoyed it. Her body was on fire and this was the biggest cock she had every put in her mouth. Just as she was going back in to lick the underside of "her" cock he slapped he on the face. Once, twice, many times. She felt so slutty and the meat slapped her face and the cream covered her. Then Mike pulled away. She was exposed to the crowd. Sitting in the chair. An absolute mess and a disgrace. But the crowd went wild. They loved the show and almost all of them wished they could have swapped with Michelle. Mike bowed to the applause. Eventually he helped Michelle to her unstable feet and made her bow too. He turned to her. "Mate, you were fantastic. Thank you for playing along." She nodded mutely. Stunned at what had happened. "Grab your shirt and shoes and follow me."

As the cleared the curtains they passed most of the other naked and semi-naked performers. "Well done Mike. Top show," were the kinds of compliments called to him by the other performers. Slaps on the back and general testosterone filled camaraderie. The voice of the MC could be heard announcing the final act and the noise from the music and the crowd filled Michelle's head. She was spinning and still on a high. "Come with me and we will get you cleaned up" said Mike as he led her through the change rooms and toward the showers. Michelle let herself be led still wondering in her mind what had happened and yet enjoying every minute of the thrill. Mike turned on one of the large shower heads and the steam started to rise. He reached out to Michelle and unhooked her bra in one swift gesture. She let her shoulders slum forward and the soaked bra fell forward. Without a word he lent down and unzipped her skirt and with his hands easily pulled down her remaining layers over her oily thighs. As he pulled her into the shower with him she slowly realised where she was and what she was doing. "I, er, um, I am married" she managed to blurt out. "I assumed you were from your rings. Don't panic" he said and the words immediately comforted her despite her obvious predicament. He began to wash her in the shower removing the oil and the cream from her skin. She was still in a heightened sensual mood after the excitement of the last ten minutes. "Here" he said handing her the soapy washer, "you do me". He turned and let her do his back. She couldn't believe she was washing down this stunning specimen and she could feel her tension start to rise again after the last unfulfilled rise. As he turned and she started on his chest, he drew her close and kissed her. Firmly. Passionately . And she kissed him back. Her body was betraying her and she wanted him. He cupped her breasts and kissed them. Sucked them. He sigh betraying her excitement he turned her around and bent her against the shower wall. "I know you are married, but do you want me to fuck you?" She nodded. "You have to tell me". "Yes" she said "I want you to fuck me." He lined his still oily cock against her still oily lips and pushed the head in to part them. "Dos your husband have a cock this size?" He asked her. "No". "Is it bigger or smaller?" She didn't want to say. She wantonly pushed her groin back trying to force herself onto him. He moved back slowly at the same speed. "You have to tell me. I want to hear you say it." "Smaller" she said dropping her head in the shower, "he is much smaller" With those words he started to push his cock into her, forcing her open wider than ever before. Mike felt the resistance of a cunt not used to being opened this wide. He slowly pushed his way in and out. Only a few inches at a time. Despite her initial discomfort, her eagerness from her heightened arousal blinded her. The sensation was amazing. She could feel this massive cock filling her with each thrust. Going deeper and deeper. Once she had relaxed and settled into a steady rhythm Mike smiled. She was starting to come. He could sense her building to climax. With that he held her by the hips and started to thrust the full length. She had only taken two-thirds in her comfort. He jammed the full length into her and she cried out in discomfort and amazement. Her mind went wild and colours danced across her vision. He pumped in and out like a machine. Bang. Bang. Bang. He felt her legs weaken but he held her up. She started to cry out. "Oh. God. Oh. Fuck." He was relentless. He fucked her and fucked her. She screamed out "I am coming" and he let her. He kept the same pace and she started shaking uncontrollably as a cock unlike anything she had experienced worked its way through her. As she weakened against the wall Mike could feel his rush coming on. His testicles were tight against his rod and he came deep inside her. Streams of semen pulsing out of him and filling her up. The thoughts rushed through her head "a stranger. A stranger has just come inside me." But they didn't upset her. She was still on a high. He spun her around and pushed her down and pushed his cock into her mouth. She went to work sucking the remaining semen from his rod and cleaning the magnificent member despite the water from the shower making it difficult to breathe.

As they exited the shower, in full view of the other performers who were cleaning themselves after the show, Mike asked Michelle, "So, Mrs, did you enjoy the show." "I did indeed. Completely unexpected". He helped her dress and as she was buckling her last shoe, Nicola entered the room. "There you are" she said smiling at her friend and nodding in approval at the men in the room. "They said you were in here cleaning up. You seemed to be taking a long time so I asked to check on you. I can see why you would be in no rush." Mike came over to the pair of them, still naked and wet. "Hello Ladies. Listen, thanks for being such good sports tonight. We can't put on a show without your help and I really everybody enjoyed the climactic finish. He leant over and gave Nicola and Michelle a kiss on the lips. "Top birds. Maybe we'll see you around sometime" and he left the room. "Come on" urged Nicola, "Let's go catch up with the girls. You can tell us your version of the show. No doubt from your position you got a whole different experience to the rest of us."