" "Sex, clothes." "Sex, clothes. No sex, no clothes," chimed in another one. "That sound like a better deal?" At this point, I figured I had three choices: I could make a break for it, and even if I got out the door, what would I do then? Have you ever tried to ride a bike dressed in nothing but a bath towel? Me neither, and I didn't really want to try it. I could try and talk my way out of it, with roughly the same chance of success as winning the lottery two weeks in a row. Or I could, as the saying goes, cooperate with the inevitable, and file rape charges later. I took a quick look around the room at the six of them, and thought about how long it had been since I had last had sex. "Hell," I thought, "I might even enjoy it, if I'm lucky." "I guess you've got a deal," I said, reluctantly. All six of them started forward. I hastily continued, "On one condition. You guys want a gang-bang. That I can handle, I guess, but I'm not about to take you all on at once. You guys want to do this, you do it one at a time, and in order of dick size. If I'm going to take you all, I need some warm-up before I get to the big ones." I glanced at Mark. "That'd make you first, you bastard," I added as I dropped the towel. He blushed. I'd never seen a guy blush all the way from his head to his nuts. It's quite a sight. I smiled to myself when his buddies chuckled. "She's got your number, Mark," one of them said. "If that's the way she wants it, I can live with it." "OK, OK, you pricks. If that's it, that's it. |