Loading...It was Friday evening at the end of an unusually long week. I dropped into the local watering hole to grab a beer and unwind. The place was buzzing with conversation, music and laughter. I grabbed a small table near the window, nursed my first beer and enjoyed the view of the sunset. The weekend had arrived and people were there to celebrate. I was there to move into it quietly, others were there celebrating with friends, and two women half way across the room were there to make memories.
It was clear the two were playing some kind of drinking game and had been at it for a while. Whatever it entailed, each round ended with laughter and someone throwing back a shot of single malt Scotch. It wasn’t only their activity and laughter that attracted my attention. Both women looked around 30 years old, fit and stunningly attractive.
It didn’t hurt that they were dressed to kill. The first was a petite blond, around 5’2″, shoulder length hair with big blue eyes. She wore a sheer blue top over one shoulder. The blouse covered her perky tits and stopped a few inches above her navel. She had a barely legal black mini skirt with tan legs that led to black 2½ inch high heels. Her friend was slender 5’7″, Hispanic-Caucasian blend with long black hair, big brown eyes and a knockout smile. She wore a white cotton sleeveless button shirt that tied just below her ample 36 DD breasts. She left the top half of her buttons unbuttoned, giving a generous view of her cleavage for anyone who cared to enjoy the view. Her white shirt and brown skin were accented by a short red and black leather skirt with matching red 2 inch heels. Neither wore a bra. Both women were a sight for any eyes, and knew it. I enjoyed the view of the sunset. No one could blame me for the occasional turn to enjoy the view of these two as they partied across the room.
I was caught by surprise in one of these glances seeing both of them looking in my direction. They smiled. I smiled before turning my gaze back to the last rays of light on the horizon, feeling a little embarrassed. Before I knew it, I heard a sultry voice over my left shoulder. “Hi. My name is Rosa.” I turned and found my face three inches from erect nipples pushing through her white shirt as she stood next to my chair. I looked up and was greeted by her warm smile.
“Hi. I’m Carl,” I said confidently, working to reclaim my composure. “Would you like to have a seat?”
“Thank you.” She sat down in the chair next to mine and crossed her legs. “My friend Candace and I are celebrating tonight and playing a little game.”
“What are you celebrating?” I asked.
“My birthday,” she said maintaining her sultry voice.
“Well happy birthday Rosa!” I said with a smile. “So, you are playing a little birthday game?”
“It is a silly bar game we made up years ago with five card draw. We call it ‘peanuts.'”
“Sounds interesting,” I said. “How do you play?”
“We each start with ten peanuts to bet. If you win a hand, you keep your peanuts. If you lose, you eat what you bet. It’s really more about losing peanuts than it is winning them. The first one to lose all their peanuts has to drink a shot and do anything the other person says. It’s usually something embarrassing.”
“And why are you telling me this?” I asked.
“Candace just won,” she said looking back at her friend then back at me.
“You just lost your peanuts,” I corrected with a smile.
Rosa’s face blushed. “We are very competitive. Candace saw you sitting here and is feeling pretty bold. She has no mercy. I think it is the alcohol. We have never done anything like this before. She told me I had to come over and do whatever I needed to have you let me give you a kiss.” She paused, reading the look of surprise on my face. “Really, I had no choice.”
“What if you don’t get the kiss?” I asked.
“That’s not an option,” Rosa answered quickly. “We have never not done what the winner has said. If I don’t, she will win, and I will never hear the end of it.”
“Well,” I said with a smile. “We can’t have that.”
“So, you don’t mind?”
“Not at all,” I said, “glad to help you out.”
Rosa smiled as she uncrossed her legs and kept her eyes locked on mine. She stood up, bent over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Her blouse fell open allowing a full vista of her large round tits. “Thank you Carl,” she whispered as she stood back up and turned to walk back to her table victorious. Her tight skirt had climbed when she bent over. She left it high as she moved her ass for my enjoyment on her return.
I smiled at Candace who looked a little surprised at Rosa’s boldness and success.
I was glad for the kiss and ordered another beer. Twenty minutes later I felt a hand on my shoulder. Candace kept it there as she took another step to stand next to me.
“You must be Candace,” I said.
“You must be Carl,” she answered, clearly a little tipsy.
“So how is your game of peanuts going?”
“Not as well at the moment.”
“I see.”
“We have never taken it to this level before. I think it turned a nasty corner when I sent Rosa over here. Now I am paying for it. ”
“So she got your peanuts and there is no turning back huh?”
“No way am I going to let her have the last word. It’s not over. She is going to pay for this dearly.”
“Sounds interesting,” I said. “So, how is the birthday girl answering what you started?”
“She wants me to sit on your lap and give you a big kiss.”
“Whoa,” I said. “This is getting bold. I don’t even know you two,” I said pretending.
“Oh please Carl. I can’t believe I am asking you this, being a complete stranger. She has totally embarrassed me by sending me over here to ask this. I can’t go back there in defeat after she came back so cocky. I can’t let her win. She will never let me live it down.”
We both turned and looked over at Rosa. She smiled back with a look of self-satisfied victory. “Please,” she begged. “What would it take?”
“You sound confident and eager.”
“Anything,” she said. “I want to get her back, but can’t unless I go through with this.”
“I tell you what,” I offered. “I will play your little game on one condition.”
“Thank you Carl, she interrupted desperately. “Name it. What do you want?” asking with a conniving determined tone in her voice.
“I just came in here tonight for a beer. Now you brought me into your little game,” I said. “But I am just a pawn. You’re making me a boy toy for you two to up the ante with — to outdo each other.”
“I had no idea that would happen when I sent her over here,” she said feeling guilty.
“But you did, and now she did, and here you are.”
“Your right,” she conceded. “So, what’s your condition?” she asked now feeling more embarrassed for bringing me into this.
“I am either fully in the game or I am out” I said feeling a new level of boldness. “Why don’t you two move the game over here? The game continues without anything weird or dangerous, but otherwise no holds barred — anything goes.”
“You want to play?”
“I already am playing,” I answered. “I became part of your game when you sent Rosa over here. So, now that you have invited me into your little game, I think the least I should get is equal peanuts.”
“I don’t know,” she said hesitantly. “That’s just …”
“Enjoy the walk back,” I said playfully impatient as I began to turn back toward the window. “It will be a nice birthday gift for Rosa to win so easily.”
“Wait,” she said looking over at Rosa then back to me. “OK, I agree,” she said with determination. “You seem like a nice guy and I am not going to let her win. You’re in, all the way, anything goes.”
“Very good,” I said.
“I just don’t know if Rosa will agree.”
“That’s not my concern,” I answered. “That’s up to you. I’m in, or you lose. You will walk back empty handed and will never hear the end of it from Rosa.”
“How can I get her to agree? She has nothing to lose.”
“Change that,” I offered. “She’s your friend. Does Rosa want to win like you?”
“Even worse,” Candace said. “She’s very competitive. That’s why she sent me over here as revenge for what I did to her. She will not want to lose on her birthday.”
“Perfect,” I said.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“The next time you win,” I explained, “you lay the terms out that I am all in and she has to go along with it.”
“What if she doesn’t agree?”
“She told me that’s not an option. Even If she does refuse, raise the ante to motivate her with the consequences.”
“Like what?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Tell her something like the only other option will be for her to stand up on the table where you two are sitting and do a full striptease for everyone in the place enjoy.”
“I can’t ask her to do that!”
“I thought you wanted to win Candace? She certainly didn’t hesitate to send you over here as revenge, and it looks like she has no problem watching you squirm.”
We both glanced back over at Rosa. She smiled with bold cocky arrogance. “Wow, I added, she is really enjoying this and at your expense.”
“That is about to change,” Candace answered with vengeance in her voice. “Consider yourself in the game Carl. It’s a done deal.”
“You sound confident.”
“Never more so,” she said mounting my lap, readying to complete her assignment. Her skirt hiked up. “It’s a deal. You’re in, no holds barred.” She put her arms around my shoulders ready to kiss me. I put one hand around her back, and the other on her exposed thigh. She moved her ass purposefully on my lap in response. “I guarantee it,” she said looking to Rosa to make sure she was watching.
“What kind of guarantee?” I asked.
“Doesn’t matter,” she said. “Anything. It is going to happen.”
“Well, it seems fair,” I said, “if her only other option is a striptease on your table, that the only other option for you, if Rosa doesn’t agree, would be for you to do a striptease on mine.”
Candace smiled deviously. “You drive a hard bargain Carl.” She slipped her fingers into the small pocket in the back of her skirt and pulled out her driver’s license. She put it on the table and said with inebriated confidence “I guarantee it. Either you are all in or I trade my driver’s license for my clothes through a striptease you will never forget.” She felt my growing member harden under her ass. She leaned forward and gave me a deep passionate kiss, more than fulfilling her obligation to the game.
“You have no idea what you have started here, Carl,” she whispered as she stood, allowing her breasts to brush past my face.
“I believe you started this,” I answered as I picked up her driver’s license as collateral. “Oh, and good luck Candace. She got you to kiss me this time. If she wins again, who knows what she’ll make you to do next time.”
“Like I said,” Candace said as she began to make her way back toward Rosa, “you have no idea. Somehow losing this time feels a like I just won.”
Candace walked back with purpose straight toward Rosa. “Your ass is mine birthday girl,” she said as she arrived at the table.
“Looked like you two were having quite a time of negotiation,” Rosa answered with a cocky smile. “I was beginning to wonder if you still had what it takes.”
“Give me my peanuts and deal the cards girl. Your ass is mine.”
“I love it when you get competitive,” Rosa said with a smile.
Twenty peanuts and ten cards were dealt on the table. The two began to play with new intensity. The stakes had just gone up, higher than what Rosa realized. She saw the seriousness and determination in Candace’s eyes. Candace took risks she normally wouldn’t. She lost the first hand, and two peanuts. The second hand caused her to eat three more. She began to sweat losing two more with the third hand. Seven of her peanuts vanished down her throat in a matter of minutes. Candace threw the required minimum two peanuts in the pot. “I don’t know about my ass,” Rosa quipped as she put her two peanuts in and dealt the fourth hand, “but I am beginning to have fun imagining what I’ll have your ass do when those last three peanuts are gone.” She smiled devilishly as she watched sweat roll down Candace’s neck and cleavage.
“Give me four,” Candace said grimacing, throwing four cards from her hand face down on the table.
“Ouch,” Rosa answered back dealing four cards to Candace and two to herself. “Now that’s not a good sign is it?” Pausing for effect she added, “I think I will raise you one.” Candace jerked her head up to look pleadingly at Rosa and watched her mercilessly throw a third peanut into the pot. Candace looked at her cards and answered by throwing her last peanut into the middle of the table. “Hungry for peanuts?” Rosa asked as she put two aces down.
“Help yourself,” Candace shot back, dropping three twos on the table.
“Aren’t you full of surprises,” Rosa said picking up three peanuts, shelling them and popping them into her mouth.
The next two games were played conservatively, keeping the wagers to the minimum peanut bet. Candace’s pair of sixes beat Rosa’s fours in the first hand. Tension rose in the second hand when neither one had anything. Rosa’s sweat now began to soak through her white shirt, exposing her moist round tits. Both were sure they were about to lose the hand. They put their cards on the table at the same time. Candace squealed in delight realizing she won with a Queen high. Rosa ate two more peanuts. Frustrated at her loss, Rosa put all three remaining peanuts in the middle of the table. “I am all in,” she said confidently.
“You haven’t dealt the cards,” Candace said surprised at her move. “You don’t know what you have yet.”
Rosa looked up at Candace with her devilish smile. “Yes I do, I am going to have your ass. Either eat your peanuts now or put them in the pot so you can eat them when I win this game.” She paused for effect, looking around the room. “Either way” she added, “your ass is mine and I have great plans for it.”
Candace knew Rosa meant what she said. Butterflies filled her stomach as she pushed her last three peanuts into the middle of the table. “Since we are both all in, lets play our hands open,” Candace said.
“Deal,” Rosa answered confidently, “good idea.”
“Deal,” Candace answered back, instructing her to lay the cards down. Let’s see who has who’s ass.” Both women smiled.
Rosa shuffled the cards and dealt them face up on the table. Each player reordered the cards in front of them. They examined their own cards, then those across the table. “Shit!” Candace said seeing Rosa’s already assembled straight laid out before her.
“Nine, Ten, Jack, Queen, King,” Rosa said with quiet confidence. “I just wish I had more peanuts.” Looking across the table at Candace’s random assortment of cards, she pointedly asked, “how many cards would you like?”
Candace looked down at her cards feeling defeated. “Absolutely nothing” she thought as she looked at the hand before her: two of clubs, four of hearts, eight of clubs, Jack of spades, Ace of clubs. “Anything I do,” she thought, “is just going through the motions. Motions…” she shuddered at the thought. “I can’t even begin to imagine what plan she has for my ass as retribution.” Candace picked up the four and the Jack. She tossed them toward Rosa. “I’ll take two.”
“Might as well take five,” Rosa said smiling as she pulled the first two cards off the deck and laid them next to the other three. “A five and a nine. What a sad way to go down” Rosa added with a wicked laugh. “You walked over here from Carl so confident and determined about my ass being yours. At least a pair would have saved some face.” Candace cringed at the humiliating truth of Rosa’s words.
“Somehow the victory is sweeter this time Candace and the prize ought to match, don’t you think?” Rosa relished in the victory as she pushed three peanuts from the middle of the table over toward Candace. She picked up the Scotch and filled Candace’s shot glass for a second consecutive round. “Here you go Sweetheart. You can wash them down with this.” She looked around the room again as if she had a plan that involved the entire crowded room. “The liquid courage will come in handy for what I have for your ass right now.”
Candace conceded as she reached down and picked up the three peanuts laying helplessly before her as victims of war. She relieved the bare nuts from their shell coverings. “How appropriate is this,” she thought as she anticipated the plans Rosa had boasted about for her bare ass in this crowded room. Candace shuddered also about what Rosa had no way of knowing. If this was the last game Rosa would play, the evening would not end with the grand prize of the plans she had for Candace’s ass. A public striptease for Carl would need to follow if she had any hope of getting her driver’s license back. She put the peanuts in her mouth, lifted the shot glass to her lips and threw her head back allowing the warm drink to pour down her waiting throat. “Ahhhh,” she said as she simultaneously felt the warmth of the drink and the tingle throughout her body from its effect. She put her glass down next to her cards and saw what she had not seen before.
“OK, little ass of mine, let’s have some fun,” Rosa said looking around the room.
“You are absolutely right!” Candace said with new energy. “Whoever wins, fair and square, gets the prize.”
“Glad to hear your cooperation,” Rosa said. “I am glad you are being a good sport. That will come in handy.” Rosa smiled.
“You bet Rosa. We came here tonight to play — we ought to make it worthwhile.”
“Playing for keeps,” Rosa added.
“Yes. It’s your birthday, we are celebrating, and we ought to be playing for keeps. I think whoever wins should make whatever they want memorable. Ultimate peanuts, playing for the grand prize!”
“I like this,” Rosa agreed. “A game well played is a game well rewarded – all or nothing!”
“All or nothing,” she said locking eyes with Rosa. The game is on.”
That’s the spirit!” Rosa cheered. “You’re on. Next game, ultimate peanuts.”
“Why the next game?” Candace asked. “Why wait? Ultimate peanuts, right here and right now, this round.”
“Our hands are already played on this round. You are out of peanuts girl.”
“But we’re not finished with this round yet,” Candace reminded Rosa with a smile. “Someone still has to pay up. Now are we playing ultimate peanuts or aren’t we?”
“If that is the way you want it,” Rosa said still surprised by Candace’s energy. “Considering your hand and peanut count, it’s a great time to up the ante.”
“Up the ante. Yes! ” Candace shot back enthusiastically. Let’s seal it. She picked up a napkin on the table and began writing: “Ultimate Peanuts. The two parties who sign below agree and commit themselves to the following: Winner takes all. No compromise. Loser will do anything winner requires, no questions, no arguments, no negotiations, no limits, no backing out. Losers ass, and anything else winner wants, belongs entirely to the winner.” Candace signed the bottom of the napkin and handed the pen and contract to Rosa. “Agreed?”
“Be careful what you commit to Candace,” Rosa said. “The way I am feeling right now, I am going to have fun holding you to this.”
“I hope you do birthday girl,” Candace answered continuing to smile and looking her in the eyes. “I signed it so there is no way I can back out. It’s binding, winner take all.
“It might be binding in more ways than you think,” Rosa said. She put the napkin down on the table and leaned over to sign it.
“Be sure you want what you get when you sign that,” Candace counseled. “There is no reneging, no backing out. Winner takes all.”
Rosa laughed. “And the winner is going to take it all. I know exactly what I am doing, I know exactly what I want, and nothing will cause me to back out on this.” She signed her name and handed the napkin back to Candace. “How do you say it? Your ass is mine girl.”
“Fair and square Rosa. Starting now, the winner of that last game, with the cards still on the table, takes all.”
“Like I said Candace, your sorry little hand makes your sorry little ass mine. Let’s get started. I want you to …”
“Uh, Rosa, not so fast” Candace interrupted. “Before you get to my sorry little ass, look again at my sorry little hand.”
Rosa’s heart raced as she looked again at Candace’s cards. Her moment of anxiety turned to laughter. “It is still a sorry hand Candace. Nice try. A two, a five, an eight, a nine and an Ace. Can you have a worse hand?
“That’s true,” Candace conceded. “I couldn’t have a worse hand, unless they are all the same suit.” Candace smiled. “A two of clubs, a five of clubs, an eight of clubs, a nine of clubs and look, an Ace of clubs.”
Rosa looked again. “Noooo!”
“Yes my little ‘ass is mine.’ A flush beats a straight any day, any night, any game of ultimate peanuts!” Candace held up the napkin and blew on it as if to help the ink as it was still drying.
“You tricked me,” Rosa complained.
“Tricked you? I only played the hand you dealt me,” Candace reminded.
“But …”
“That’s right,” Candace said, “your butt, your ass is mine.”
“No way. I signed that when I thought I won. You knew that!”
“It doesn’t matter what either of us thought when we signed it. All that matters is that I signed it and you signed it. As you did, you said knew exactly what you were doing, exactly what you wanted, and nothing will cause you to back out on this.”
“But…”
“The cards are face up on the table, right where you dealt them, for both of us to see. The wording on our little napkin couldn’t be more plain and clear. ‘The two parties who sign below agree and commit themselves to the following: Winner takes all. No compromise. Loser will do anything winner requires, no questions, no arguments, no negotiations, no limits, no backing out…”
“I know what it says,” Rosa interrupted.
“Good. Then there is no problem. Your ass, and anything else I want, belongs entirely to me,” Candace said as she finished reading the agreement.
“Candace…”
“No arguments. No compromise. No negotiations. No limits.” Candace pushed the three peanuts in the middle of the table toward Rosa. She picked up the bottle of Scotch and filled Rosas shot glass. “Definitely there is no backing out. You can chase those peanuts down with this,” as she pushed the over-filled glass toward Rosa. “Somehow its feeling a little like it’s my birthday.”
Rosa conceded as she shelled and swallowed the peanuts. She threw her head back and emptied the shot glass. Candace refilled it and Rosa downed it.
“Good girl,” Candace said “I have a feeling you will be glad for a second one.”
Rosa felt her body tingle as the Scotch worked its magic.
“Now, we have an appointment over there with Carl,” Candace informed Rosa. Our game of ultimate peanuts isn’t over, it just started. Candace asked the waitress walking by for a tall glass of water for each of them.
“We’re going to play peanuts with Carl?” Rosa asked.
“Yes we are. That was the condition I had to agree to for him to let me do what you made me do, to have me sit on his lap and kiss him.”
“I don’t know Candace, we don’t really know him.”
“He doesn’t know us either,” Candace said with a devilish smile. “He has no idea what we are capable of.”
“Still,” Rosa said nervously.
“Here’s the deal Candace: either we walk over there and play ultimate peanuts with him, with no limitations or you are going to stand up on this table and do a full-on striptease for this whole place to enjoy. You pick,” she said with a smile of victory.
“You wouldn’t ask me to do that!” Rosa said shocked at what she had just heard.
“I’m not asking Rosa. Your ass belongs to me. I’m just being nice and giving you a choice. What’s it going to be?”
“If I get up there and strip, who knows what will happen. Guys will think…”
“Hey,” Candace interrupted, “you wanted to party dangerously tonight. If you get up on that table, it would certainly lead to a birthday to remember.”
Rosa couldn’t believe the options she was left with. “How about …”
“Ah, Ah, Ah,” Candace interrupted again. “No arguing,” she said pointing to the napkin. “No negotiating. See, here is the deal Rosa. Our friend Carl over there has my driver’s license as collateral. You and I are going to walk over there and play peanuts on steroids — anything goes. If not, then the only way I get my license back will be to do a striptease on his table.”
“What?” Rosa said shocked at how a simple game of peanuts had taken on a life of its own.
“So, if you won’t walk over there with me for a high stakes game of peanuts with Carl, then I have no choice but to do the striptease of my life, trading my clothes for my license.” Candace paused to let her predicament sink in. “That’s not going to happen without you going first. I suspect anyone here who might be compelled to respond to your little dance will get whatever they have out of their system before I get up on Carl’s table.
“You wouldn’t do that to me Candace,” Rosa said dropping her jaw.
“That’s the beauty of this Rosa. I’m not doing this to you,” feeling as if her prey had just stepped into the trap. “I’m giving you a choice. You decide. Call it a birthday present. Those are your only two options. I will hold you to the one you pick.” She paused briefly. “Now, If you want me to choose for you …” she offered beginning to clear the table of utensils and plates.
“Stop,” Rosa said. “Who knows what Carl will ask us to do if he wins,” Rosa asked revealing her decision.
“Then let’s not let him win,” Candace answered. “We both agree he is a nice guy, but he has no idea who he is dealing with. We came out tonight to party dangerously. Your ass is mine, let’s make his ass ours. He thinks our asking him for a kiss has made him a boy toy. He has no idea what a boy toy can be made to do.”
“You sound like you have had one drink too many,” Rosa said, “but I’m getting moist just listening to where you are going with this.”
“He thinks he is being clever by forcing his way into our game of peanuts. Well, there are two of us Rosa. He doesn’t have a chance. He wants to play our game, let’s play him. I say we walk over there, teach our boy toy a lesson, and take him for all he is worth…”
“And take him, and take him, and take him…” Rosa said smiling.
“Here is your ice water,” the waitress said putting the tall glasses on the table.
“Thank you,” Rosa said to the waitress. “Listen, we are going to move to that table over there. Can we just keep our tab running?”
“Sure,” the waitress said hurrying away to satisfy another table. “Let me know if you need anything.”
Rosa picked up her water glass and put it to her lips. “Wait Rosa,” Candace said putting her hand up to the base of the glass to keep her from drinking any. “That’s not to drink.”
Rosa read Candace’s face as Candace dropped her eyes to Rosa’s cleavage.
“No, you’re not serious,” Rosa quipped.
“I thought it would be an enticing way to start our new game with Carl. It will be a nice little — well not so little distraction to help get him right where we want him.”
“You are insane. I’m not going to do that.” Rosa complained putting the glass back on the table. “I will freeze.”
“Then let me clear the table for your little unscheduled entertainment for the place,” Candace said beginning to pick up the salt and pepper shakers and glasses from the table. “People here are going to love you …”
Rosa quickly picked up the ice cold water glass again, realizing Candace was serious. “You are relentless,” she whispered. “You are merciless.”
“And your ass is still mine Rosa. Let’s remember that.” Candace continued while dropping her eyes purposively to Rosa’s large round breasts across the table, “Now, pull the top of your shirt out please, and empty the ice water over your tits. Any more resistance and there will be more consequences. You haven’t seen merciless,” she enjoyed adding.
Rosa turned her body, trying to conceal what she was about to do from the unsuspecting crowd around her. It was impossible with their table in the center of the room. She grabbed her left collar and pulled it out, creating space between her shirt and her exposed left tit. Rosa gasped as the frigid water landed and soaked her left side. Her gasp was matched by the foursome at the next table surprised by what they just saw.
“Good thing we have a second glass, your right side is still mostly dry” Candace observed. Rosa’s eyes grew. She pushed the second glass over to Candace as the white material of Rosa’s blouse thinned over her left breast from the moisture. “Empty this glass too please, on the other side.” Rosa complied, not believing she was doing this in a crowded public place on a Friday night. She pulled her right collar out and turned the glass upside down. Her shirt soaked up the cold water and clung to her ample chest. Her iced tits tightened, shrinking her areola into a tight dark mass, causing her nipples to stand erect more than three quarters of an inch. “There,” Candace said, “that’s better.
“I am going to get you back for this,” Rosa said. “You are so going to pay.”
“Ah ah, now Rosa, I’ve heard that before. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. It’s way too premature to be talking pay back. We have no idea what still lies ahead, what the night holds, and what you will be wanting payback for. If it’s any consolation though, I guarantee you will want it. Who knows, when the night is over, you may thank me!” Candace stood up. “Now, come along, we have an appointment to keep. Let’s go kick and get some ass. I am ready to add to my collection.”
I saw Rosa and Candace stand up from their table across the room. Rosa picked up a basket of peanuts and her shot glass. Candace grabbed the bottle of Scotch and her shot glass. They walked straight to my table with determination in their step. Rosa captured the attention of dozens as she walked past their tables with her shirt serving little purpose.
“No striptease?” I asked Candace?
“Rosa thought an ultimate game of peanuts with you would be more fun,” Candace shot back.
“What a nice idea,” I said handing Candace her driver’s license.
“But who knows, the night is still young and Rosa loves to dance,” Candace added wickedly.
Rosa spun her head around in shock, glaring at Candace with piercing eyes. “Not if I can help it,” she said.
“You may not be able to,” Rosa joked.
“You may not need to,” I quipped. “I appreciate that you have already left little to the imagination. Won’t you have a seat?”
“Thank you,” they said in unison. Rosa took her seat quickly.
“OK Carl,” Candace said, “you are in, all in, just like you asked for.”
“Sounds great,” I said.
“It does to us too,” Rosa chimed in. “This is ultimate peanuts Carl. As you can see, we take no prisoners. No arguing. No compromises. No limits.”
“As you put it the last time I was here Carl,” Candace added, “nothing dangerous or weird, otherwise anything goes — and I guarantee it will.”
“You sound confident,” I complimented.
“You have no idea,” Candace said. “By the end of the evening, your ass will have a new sign posted on it: Under New Management.”
Rosa laughed, looking at Candace. “And it will have my name on it.”
“If you’re in,” Candace continued, “you are all in now and there is no out.”
I stopped the waitress as she walked by. “Can I get you something?” she asked.
“I probably won’t need it,” I answered with a smile. “Can you get me a shot glass and a fresh bottle of Scotch?”
She gave a nod and vanished as quickly as she appeared.
“I’m in ladies, all in. I love the way you go for broke. Time to deal the cards and for you to start eating peanuts.”
Rosa shuffled the deck. Candace distributed thirty peanuts equally for the first round. “It’s simple five card draw Carl, aces high,” Rosa explained. “Minimum bet is two, there is no maximum. Winner retains their wagered peanuts, losers eat their bets. Bet boldly and lose often,” she added with a smile. “The last one with peanuts wins. Winner names their prize, anything goes. Losers comply. Any questions?” With barely a pause long enough for anyone to answer, she began dealing cards and added “Let’s have some fun and make it memorable.”
All three of us began the first hand conservatively, each of us playing with at least one stranger and high stakes. Rosa won with a three of a kind. The starting gun had gone off. Candace and I were down two peanuts. Rosa savored the thought of having her way with me and revenge on Candace. Candace won the next hand. I took the next one, having raised the bet to four. It was the turning point in the round. My advantage of two from this early win kept a cushion that gave me an edge. Candace was the first out. Rosa was vulnerable with only two peanuts left to my four. Both of us realized that the outcome and winnings of the next hand would set the tone for the rest of the evening. Rosa exchanged two cards and quietly cheered. “I wish I had more peanuts with this hand,” Rosa said confidently. “I would raise it another two.”
“I tell you what,” I said. “I’m a nice guy. This is our first round. Let’s make it interesting. Double or nothing.”
“What do you propose?” Rosa asked.
“Well, I am kind of a beginner at all of this. The way it is now, if you win then that would leave us both with two peanuts. The next hand would determine the winner. The problem with that is you never know what you will have in your hand, if anything. It’s a big risk. If I win, then you are out of peanuts and — well, your ass is mine. But things change big time for you if we grant your wish and give you two more peanuts to play.”
“How would that work?”
“Well, with such a good hand like you have, if we float you two peanuts then I have to throw my last two in too. If I win, you could just pay back the peanuts with a future hand.”
“How would that work?” Rosa asked again.
I don’t know, how about something simple. What if you get two peanuts now and in an upcoming game that you win, instead of me eating my peanuts, you eat yours instead. That way it all comes out in the wash.”
“Sounds like music to me,” Rosa said. “So, in some future game, if I win, you have the option of having me eat my peanuts instead of you having to eat yours.”
“Sound fair to you?,” I asked.
“I don’t know Rosa,” Candace said hesitantly.
“I bet you don’t Candace,” Rosa shot back confidently, “but you are out of this game. I get these two peanuts now, put down my winning hand and I get sweet revenge on you and his ass as a bonus. It’s a no brainer.” Turning to me she asked, “you would really float me two peanuts to let me do that?”
“It sounds worth it to me,” I taunted, “just to see what you have in mind for Candace as payback. She sure didn’t hold back on you. I bet what she did will be nothing compared to what you have as sweet revenge for her.”
“Oh great,” Candace said feeling set up.
“It will be,” Rosa said to Candace before turning back to me. “Don’t think you will escape easily either. If tonight is anything, it’s going to be memorable.”
“I get the feeling you aren’t messing around,” I observed with a smile.
“Throw two more peanuts into the pot Candace,” Rosa demanded. “This is going to be sweet!”
Candace threw two more peanuts into the middle for Rosa and sat forward in suspense.
“So, what do you have?” I asked, “I am eager to see after your excitement.”
Rosa put her five cards down, smiling victoriously. “Three of a kind, Jacks,” she declared invincibly as if anything in my hand was pointless.
“Wow,” I said. “I can see why you were so confident. That’s the best hand we have seen so far. It makes my hand seem pointless.”
“You bet your ass,” Rosa said. “I guess in a way you did. But you first Candace…”
“Would it make it sweeter to see my pointless hand?”
“I guess we should.”
“A pointless five, a pointless seven, a pointless four, a pointless eight and a pointless six.” I laid each card down in consecutive numerical order.
“You have a straight!” Candace announced surprised.
“You’re right! Wow! Is that good?” I playfully asked.
“No!” Rosa cried out, drawing the attention of the neighboring tables. “I can’t believe that. I had it! That was mine! Why does this keep happening to me?”
“Ladies, can I pour you something to drink?” I pushed four peanuts over toward Rosa. “I believe all four of these are yours.” Rosa dutifully shelled and ate the peanuts. Both women downed their glasses as quickly as I filled them.
“OK Carl, what’s the deal? What do we have to do?” Candace asked.
“Let’s enjoy the moment Ladies. No need to hurry.” I answered. “Let’s start easy and work our way up.”
“What do you have in mind?” Rosa asked.
“Are you wearing anything under those skirts?”
Rosa and Candace looked at each other in disbelief, then back at me.
“Yes,” Candace confessed. “I have a thong on.”
“Me too,” Rosa said.
“Wonderful,” I said. “May I have them please?”
“What?” Candace complained. She read my face. “You’re not kidding are you?”
“Not kidding, but just beginning” I rhymed back.
“OK,” Rosa said. “Let’s go Candace.”
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“To the bathroom to get you your thongs,” Rosa explained. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“No,” I said smiling. “I didn’t ask you to go anywhere. I asked for your thongs.”
“You want us to take them off right here, right now?” Candace asked.
“I think we have an understanding,” I said.
“People will see us,” Rosa said.
“Especially me,” I answered. “Now if you prefer, I have other ideas to choose from. I just thought we would start easy. How about I take the next sixty seconds to come up with a new idea if this one isn’t working for you?”
They looked at each other in defeat. Candace ran her fingers up the side of her legs under her skirt in an effort to reach the string of her thong. Her skirt couldn’t help hiking up as she did. She raised her ass a couple inches from the chair to pull it off, providing a better view of her mound as she pulled the thong down her legs. She reached down to her ankles, lifted each foot and handed it to me. Her unusual movements began to attract the attention of the tables nearest us.
I looked at my watch with only seconds remaining before the one minute deadline was up. Rosa stood up boldly with the help of the liquid courage still tingling through her body. After Candace made her pour ice water down her shirt exposing her ample tits for everyone, she felt she had little to lose. She pulled the tight leather material of her skirt up, giving a full view of her bare ass to the table behind us. She wrapped her fingers around the strings of the thong on each side. Keeping her legs straight, she bent over at her waist as she pulled the strings down her legs, allowing them to drop to her heels. She stood back up as she stepped out of the pile of string lying at her feet. “There it is” she said. She moved her feet so they surrounded the waiting thong. “Go ahead and get it,” she said seductively. “It’s waiting for you,” she said with a knowing smile.
I reached forward from my chair to retrieve my prize. Rosa leaned forward allowing her still exposed mound to rub against my face as I was sitting back up. “It’s still waiting for you,” Rosa said seductively. My member grew hard. Candace looked at Rosa surprised and inspired at her boldness. “Ultimate peanuts just moved to a new level,” Rosa said as she sat back down. “This game is on. Deal the cards.” she demanded.
“Thank you for introducing me to your little game,” I said as each of us was re- supplied by Candace with ten new peanuts. “It is quite enjoyable,” I said holding their thongs up.
Six peanuts were moved to the center of the table and new cards were dealt. “We have only just begun Carl. This game is not over,” Rosa said looking at her hand for cards that would bring justice.
“I’m sorry folks, but it might need to be.” We all turned and saw the manager of the place standing next to our table. “I personally would love to watch you continue your little game, but we have had some customers …” his voice tapered off. “Well, you are welcome to stay, but you will need to tone down your game.”
“That’s not an option,” Rosa blurted out assertively. “There is no way I am backing up or backing down.”
“Well, then …” the manager began to say.
“We could go to your place Rosa,” Candace offered. “It’s just around the corner.
“Let’s go,” Rosa agreed.
The manager looked disappointed as he walked away.
“OK,” I said. “You two seem nice, I’ll go.” I picked up the check from the table. “Here let me pay,” I volunteered.
“Oh, you will,” Rosa said smiling. She gave me directions to her place. “See you in a couple minutes. Don’t be long.” Candace grabbed the unopened bottle of Scotch. They both made their way to the door, pulling their skirts down to cover as much as the short material would.
“I’ll be right there,” I promised. The waitress brought my receipt showing I had covered my tab and the one they had started at the other table. On my way out I grabbed a full basket of peanuts.
A few minutes later I was standing at the door of Rosa’s condo. It was left partially open to welcome me in. I knocked, pushing the door open as I did. The entry opened to a nicely decorated living room with an open kitchen and dining room next to it. There was a long plate glass window covering one wall that overlooked the cafes and city park below. The hallway between the kitchen and living room looked to lead to the bedrooms in back. Rosa was in the kitchen retrieving shot glasses. Candace put some light CDs on, turned on the gas fireplace, and was sitting on the rug in front of it as I walked in. The bottle of scotch and deck of cards were next to her.
“Peanuts anyone?” I asked holding the basket up as I entered.
“Ultimate peanuts,” Rosa corrected as she entered the room with the shot glasses. “Make yourself comfortable,” she invited as she sat on the rug next to Candace.
“Nice place,” I complimented.
“Thank you,” she said “are you ready to play?”
“I have two gorgeous women before me on a Friday evening, sitting on a rug in front of a fire asking if I am ready to play ultimate peanuts.” Both women blushed. “I am ready if you are ladies.”
Rosa looked at me in the eyes with playful seriousness. “OK Carl. As you said, this is ultimate peanuts. We are no longer in a public pub with restrictions of public decency. You are in my place, on my birthday. Except for anything dangerous or weird, there are no restrictions. Anything goes and vengeance is mine.”
“I’ve heard that before,” I said provoking her. “I just haven’t seen it.”
Candace laughed seeing Rosa harassed. “You laugh now,” Rosa said as an implied threat. “Deal the cards.”
Peanuts and shot glasses were distributed equally. Candace dealt the cards and the game was back underway. Intensity and competitiveness grew with each hand. We traded playful trash talk, but all three of us were serious about winning. The first round was close, and came down to the final two peanuts for each of us. The pair of threes in my hand remained unchanged after I drew three cards. I resigned myself to the likelihood that these cards would take me down in flames. Rosa and Candace both laughed out loud when I laid my hand on the table. Candace beat Rosa’s two pair with a full house. She filled our glasses with scotch. I raised my glass to Rosa and we toasted before hearing the verdict from Candace.
“OK you two,” Candace instructed. “Time for you to take your shoes off and stand up.” Rosa and I obliged, standing next to each other. Candace shuffled and cut the cards. She handed each of us half the deck. “Go ahead and shuffle or order the cards anyway you want.”
I shuffled mine a few times. I noticed Rosa looking through her deck and moving individual cards to the top.
“Ready?” Candace asked. With a nod from each of us, she continued. “You will each pick a card out of the other person’s deck. You can pick it from anywhere in the deck. Whoever has the highest card takes a piece of clothing off the other person. Rosa and I looked up and down the other person’s body assessing what the other was wearing. I had the distinct advantage.
“Here is the deal,” Candace continued. Your card isn’t the one you pick, your card is the one picked out of your hand by the other person. Rosa subtly cut her deck again, moving the cards she put on top of the deck, back to the middle.”
“What if we both pick a card with the same number?” I asked.
Candace thought for a moment. “If you pick cards with the same value, then red beats black. You go until both of you are without any clothes.”
“What happens if one person still has clothes and the other person runs out of clothes” looking at the two small pieces remaining on her body.
“Interesting,” Candace said. “If you are without clothes and you pick the low card, the other person massages anything I tell them to for fifteen seconds.”
“You are kidding Candace,” Rosa complained highlighting the mathematical inevitability of what that would mean for her.
“You are right,” Candace said. “We all agreed no arguing or compromising, so let’s make it thirty second massages.”
“But, I only have two pieces of clothing left. He already has my thong!”
“You’re right,” Candace said again. “Let’s make it worthwhile, massages will last sixty seconds.”
“Candace,” Rosa began to complain until she saw Candace’s eyes enlarge as if to ask “are you really sure you want to keep going with this?” “Never mind,” Rosa conceded.
“Pick a card, any card,” Candace said playfully, pointing to the cards in our hands. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
I fanned the cards in my hands and held them out for Rosa. She pulled a seven. “Great,” she said frustrated. “This could go either way.”
I looked at the cards in Rosa’s hand and saw where the two halves had come together when she cut them. Before she had a chance to fan them out for me, I reached in and grabbed the card she selected for the top before subtly moving it to the middle when she heard the rules. As soon as she saw me pull the card she knew what I did.
“That’s not fair!” she cried out.
I turned the card over and revealed the well placed ace of spades. “Sure it is. I just pulled a card you put in the middle.”
“It’s just not going your way tonight, is it birthday girl?” Candace teased, laughing at Rosa.
“It will,” Rosa answered back.
“OK Carl, you picked the card,” Candace instructed, “you pick the clothing. Take it off.”
Rosa looked at Candace with disbelief at her friend. Any thread of loyalty was gone as her determination for vengeance escalated.
I stepped toward Rosa and slowly began to unbutton the still moist buttons of her shirt. I reached up to the top of her bare chest and slowly pushed the shirt off of her shoulders, allowing it to fall on the floor behind her.
“Go ahead and grab them Carl,” Candace said admiring Rosas exposed tits. “Aren’t they beautiful, just begging to be enjoyed?”
Rosa took a step back. “No,” she said. “That wasn’t part of the deal for this hand.”
“That’s true,” I said. “It looks like that will come soon enough.” Rosa knew that was true.
Rosa shuffled her cards with only one piece of clothing left, compared to my fully clothed body. She won the next two draws, reducing me to my t-shirt and boxers. The next two draws went my way. The first put her red leather skirt on the floor, now leaving nothing of her gorgeous dark body to the imagination. The second win made her eyes big, as she looked to see what her friend was going to say.
“It looks like massage time,” Candace said looking at her watch. “Carl, I want you to massage her tits for the next minute using only your mouth.”
“What?” Rosa again argued.
“Your right,” Candace said repeating her earlier pattern.
“No, no.” she said interrupting Candace. She turned to me. “OK Carl, suck my tits for all their worth.”
I knelt down and I buried my face into her breasts, nibbling on her growing nipples.”
“Go Carl, go!” Candace encouraged. “45, 30, … Make sure she knows you were there when the minute is up,” she said as she verbally marking the time. Rosa moaned. “Time!” Candace called. “Time sure flies when you are having fun!”
I stood back up to draw another card. My boxers failed at hiding my hard member.
“Glad you enjoyed that Carl,” Rosa said with pride.
I reached for another card and held up my deck. Rosa won my shirt. We exchanged cards again. My ten beat her nine.
“Oh no,” Rosa said.
Candace answered back, “Oh good! Carl, I need you to move behind Rosa and pull yourself close.” I felt my hard member push against her ass as I pulled myself to her. Candace pulled out a tube of KY and put a small amount on my fingers. “OK Carl, you know what this is for. You have a minute.”
I eagerly moved my hands down to her mound. I spread the lips of her box with the fingers of my left hand and went to work on her clit with the gel coated fingers of my right hand. Rosa’s body almost immediately began to respond. Her ass swayed and rocked against my dick.
“Yes, yes! Faster!” Rosa coached.
“Time,” Candace announced.
“Oh God, Oh God, please” Rosa cried out.
“Sorry Rosa, time’s up.”
The next draw cost me my boxers. “Very nice,” both women said unanimously, addressing my rock hard dick standing at attention.
“Time for the next round,” I said in an attempt to redirect their attention.
Victory in the first round made Candace feel invincible. She bet big and foolishly. Rosa took delight in Candace’s quick and early defeat. Rosa taunted her as she and I continued to vie for the round. I lost again.
“Stand up,” you two. “It’s my turn now,” she said. Rosa got up also and went to a back bedroom. “I’ll be right back.” A moment later she reemerged with a bottle of baby oil and a sheet. She laid the sheet down on the floor in front of the fireplace. “I like your little idea of letting the cards help decide what happens Candace. We are going to play another little card game that I hope you like. Every ten seconds I am going to flip the top card on the deck over. While I do that Carl, your job will be take to Candace’s blouse and skirt off. Let’s leave her heels on for the moment, she looks so sexy in them.”
“Thanks,” Candace said receiving the complement.
“Sounds easy and enjoyable,” I said.
“I haven’t gotten to the best part,” Rosa said. “Candace, you cannot use your hands at all. You will put your hands behind your head, lace your fingers together and leave them there, giving Carl unhindered access to your body.”
Candace nodded as she conceded her agreement.
“Before I make my way through all these cards, this full bottle of baby oil needs to be massaged into Candace’s body. Fifty four cards every ten seconds, with the jokers, gives you almost nine minutes to do it,” she said.
“What?” Candace said in a gasp.
“Well you know, you are right Candace,” Rosa said with a smile. “That’s not enough.”
Candace realized she was caught by her own words that had come back to haunt her.
“Every time I turn a red face card or an ace over, that will mean Carl works your clit for 30 seconds in an attempt to bring you to orgasm.”
Candace involuntarily gasped again.
“You’re right again,” Rosa said. “Let’s make it a minute.”
Candace voice was quiet, but her facial expression spoke loudly.
“What happens if you turn a black face card or ace over,” I asked out of curiosity.
“Good question Carl. That’s when our slicked up girl is going to return the favor by having a sixty seconds to suck your dick for all its worth.”
“I am glad I asked.”
“And here is a little incentive to give it all you have,” Rosa offered. “If you make the other person cum, everything stops and they have to do any one thing you tell them – anything. But,” she added. “If I get to the end of the card deck and there is still baby oil in the bottle, I will have something else for you to do that will take this game to a new level.”
Candace knew Rosa was serious because of how the events of the evening had already gone. “No one gives head better than I do,” Candace boasted. “I am going to drink you dry.”
“I beg to differ,” Rosa argued giving me a wink as she put the bottle of baby oil in my hand. “No one sucks a dick down and dry better than me,” Rosa invited competitively. Rosa turned back around, shaking her bare ass as she pulled a chair up to the edge of the sheet where Candace and I were standing. She picked up the cards and turned the first one over. “Seven of clubs,” she announced.
I reached down to the bottom of Candace’s blue top and pulled it over her head, exposing her firm breasts. Her hands behind her head caused her tits to jut out toward me, as if begging for attention. They were fuller than I imagined. Her areolas were broad, covering half of her tits. I paused to admire them.
“Hurry,” Candace demanded as Rosa continued to turn cards every ten seconds. “Do it!”
“Now that’s what I like to hear,” I answered as I reached around the back of her small skirt and helped the short zipper descend down her ass. Candace moved her waist as I slipped my fingers down her hips, pushing the skirt to her heels. She stepped out of it and kicked it to the side. Her tan fit body and bare shaved pussy stood before me as a vision. I picked up the bottle of baby oil and began to pour some over Candace’s shoulder, allowing it to fall down her back and left tit.
“None on the floor,” Rosa said. “It all goes on her body or it doesn’t count.” She turned another card over. “Queen of spades.”
Candace and I looked at each other realizing what that meant. I smiled and Candace knelt down, taking my full hard member deep into her mouth. “Aghhh,” I said with my breath taken away by her action. She worked my dick, simultaneously massaging it with her tongue and lips as she worked her way up and down my shaft. I had never experienced skill like hers.
Rosa marked time at fifteen second intervals. “Time,” she announced a little jealous as she watched Candace work me over. She turned the next card over. “Ace of clubs.” Instantly, before I realized the significance of the card, Candace dropped to her knees again, engulfing my member with a mission as if she had never stopped.
“15 seconds,” Rosa announced.
Candace could feel my dick swell, as she went down on it.
“30 seconds.”
Candace began to pump my dick harder into her mouth. I felt her tongue doing its magic on my head each time she ascended the shaft.
“45 seconds,” Rosa announced. “50, 51,52…”
Candace began to vigorously work my head that was now a dark red and began to pulse. She and I both knew an explosion was imminent.
“Time!” Rosa declared.
Candace went down deep again on my shaft, causing my body to quake.
“Stop, Candace. Time’s up.” Rosa demanded.
Candace tightened her lips as she pulled up, giving a popping sound as she released my head from her mouth.
“Aghhhhh,” I said. “Oh God, don’t stop,” My body shuddered. “Oh God.”
Rosa looked at Candace. “That is right where we want him.” They gave each other a look of shared victory.
Candace stood back up to continue the oiling. I could barely stand as I continued to pour and rub it into her body. My hands glided along her back, ass and down her legs. They moved back up to her shoulders, descending again generously massaging her tits, across her abdomen and pausing again at her mound on my way down her tan legs.
Rosa announced the next card: “Jack of hearts.”
I immediately applied more oil to my hand, opened her lips with the other hand and went to work. Her body moved up and down in response to the stimulation of her clit.
“Don’t stop Carl, the next card is a King of diamonds.”
I worked her clit, continuing to add more oil any time possible. Her body began to convulse. “Yes, Yes.” Time flew quickly.
“Jack of diamonds.”
“Oh God,” Candace cried out. “Son of a bitch. It’s coming.”
“30 seconds,” Rosa announced.
“Faster,” Candace pleaded. “Harder, yes, right there…” Her body shook and rocked approaching ecstasy.
“45.”
“Oh God, oh God, oh God!”
“Stop,” Rosa demanded. “You two are getting so close,” she said teasingly. “You are making me wet just watching you.”
Candace’s nipples stood more erect than I had ever seen, at least an inch. “You bitch,” she said.
Rosa smiled and answered by calling out another card. “Three of diamonds.”
Goose bumps textured Candace’s landscape as I began reapplying the oil. Her body continued to convulse, especially when my fingers passed over her bare mound and found her clit. Rosa somehow made her way through the cards. Candace and I were both exhausted, ready to explode in mutual orgasms. Candace’s body was shiny from the oil and reflection of the flickering fire. The bottle of oil was empty.
“OK ladies,” I volunteered as we reassembled for another round of peanuts. “Lets go all out here. Let’s play a final round, the championship. The World Series or the World Cup of Peanuts.”
“How about the Super Bowl of Peanuts,” Rosa said holding up the bowl half filled with peanuts.
“Cute,” Candace said. “What do you have in mind, Carl?”
“We have the rest of the night, right? I asked.
They both agreed. “Actually we have the rest of tonight and tomorrow is Saturday,” Rosa said before thinking.
“Perfect,” I said. “Whoever wins this hand doesn’t just have one request for the other two, they have them until midnight tomorrow. Anything goes.”
“I’m having fun,” Rosa said, “and I don’t have any plans for tomorrow. I’m in — especially because I am going to win.”
“I don’t know,” Candace said. “It sounds a little risky even for me.”
“Come on Candace,” Rosa shot back. “You just know you won’t win.”
“You know I’ll beat your ass,” Candace said. “I usually do.”
“Well then?”
“I just don’t know,” Candace said.
“Call it a birthday present,” Rosa said eagerly.
“You remember that tomorrow night after I have worked your ass in ways you have never imagined.” She turned to me. “No limitations?” she asked as if she already had something in mind.
“No limitations,” I said. “Nothing illegal, nothing dangerous, nothing too weird. But, other than that, I say whoever wins, wins it all. Basically whoever wins owns the other two. The stakes are ramped all the way up.”
“I will hold you to that,” Candace said.
Everything in the evening that began with stopping for a simple beer led up to this game. For mood and effect, Rosa turned the lights in the condo down, allowing the fireplace to light the room.
“We are all agreed then,” Rosa asked. “No backing out. No limitations. No holds barred Ultimate Peanuts. No one leaves this condo.”
“Unless the winner tells them to, maybe in some compromising way,” I said. Both girls eyes gave a look of surprise.
“You are evil,” Candace said, “I like the way you think.”
The last thirty peanuts of the evening were distributed. Competitive tension filled the room and grew with every hand and every decision. The playful trash talk of earlier rounds gave way to more silence. The stakes were different. Ten minutes passed and Candace was down to her last three peanuts. Two went in to begin the hand. She threw the last one in after she saw the cards she picked up on the draw. Rosa and I both called, matching her additional peanut in the middle. Everyone had unusually strong cards. Rosa put down a three to seven straight. Candace put down a flush, king high with hearts.
“Happy Birthday,” Candace boasted sarcastically. “Read them and weep.”
“Wow,” I said. “That’s impressive.”
“You haven’t seen impressive,” Candace shot back feeling cocky. “Show your cards and let’s finish this.”
“I just have a pair of fours,” I said.
Candace laughed. “Gotta do better than that to beat me,” she added.
“And a three twos,” I said dropping the other three cards. ” A full house.”
“You son of a bitch,” she said.
“I prefer impressive,” I answered playfully pushing three peanuts to Rosa, and Candace’s last three to her. “I don’t know who yet,” I said to her, “but, how do you say it? Somebody owns your ass.”
“Shit. I should never have …”
“Ah, ah Candace,” Rosa said. “Enough of that.”
“Come on Rosa,” Candace said beginning to take sides. “You have to win this.”
Rosa and I were down to a one peanut a piece. I pushed mine into the middle of the table. “It comes down to a single peanut,” I said.
“Play your cards open,” Candace suggested, “like we did before.”
“I’m OK with that,” Rosa said. “Play our cards face up?”
“Sounds fun,” I agreed.
Candace shuffled the cards and dealt them face up in front of us. Rosa had a pair of threes and an assortment of other cards. I had nothing.
“Wow. Rotten hands,” Candace commented. We both looked over at her. “Sorry,” she said.
“I’ll take three,” Rosa said, leaving the two threes on the table. Candace traded her with cards from the top of the deck: a seven, a Jack and a King. Her disappointment was obvious.
Both women looked to me. “How many?” Candace asked.
“I’ll take four,” holding on to my King.
Candace dealt four cards. The suspense intensified as each landed next to the others: an ace, a ten, a jack. “Come on!” I shouted, I need a queen!” The last card fell on the table.
“Yes! A four!” Rosa shouted in victory. “You got your queen Carl. A birthday queen. For the next twenty four hours, welcome to my kingdom. I rule your asses! Yes!”
“Yes!” Candace shouted feeling like Rosa’s win was a consolation prize.”
“I feel the love,” I said smiling at Candace.
“You will,” Rosa promised.
“Before we wrap this up,” I said, “I just have one little question.”
“No backing down now,” Rosa said. “Anything that has happened tonight stands.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t think of it. You won that hand fair and square,” I assured her, “and everything that comes with the win.”
“Good,” Rosa said reassured. “What’s your question?”
“Its just a little outstanding matter of two peanuts from our first game,” I reminded.
“No,” Rosa said. “No way. That’s not fair.”
“I would like to call them in now,” I said pushing my one peanut over to her. “I tell you what, I’ll be a nice guy and let one peanut satisfy the debt. This peanut. The last peanut.”
“That’s not fair,” Rosa complained. “I won that hand.”
“And you gladly, eagerly, enthusiastically received two peanuts earlier as a trade for a winning hand of my choosing. I choose this hand.”
“That’s true,” Candace said. “Shrewd, but true.”
“I can’t believe it.” Rosa said deflated.
I emptied the bottle of scotch into their shot glasses. The glasses were quickly emptied down their waiting throats.
“Nice place you have here,” I said to Rosa, feeling a little like I owned it for the day. I walked over to the large plate glass wall with a great view of the busy street and park. The Venetian blinds were down over the window, but turned to be able to see out. “What a beautiful view this window has,” I complemented.
“What do you want Carl,” Rosa asked still feeling robbed.
“I am still moved by how close you were to exploding into an orgasm Candace.”
“Oh God,” she said, “I am so there.”
“I would love it over here,” I said standing next to the window. “Would you two please come over here?” I said more as a requirement than a question.
“They will see us.” Rosa said. “At night you can see right in without a problem.”
“I suppose these blinds are a bit of an obstacle,” I said pulling the string, causing the blinds to ascend and stack at the top of the window.
Rosa and Candace hesitated in coming near the window. “Oh please,” Rosa said, “people will see us.”
“In ways they will be talking about for weeks,” I said. “Hey, you were the one that said we were no longer in a public place where there were limitations of indecency. Now Candace, I need you to stand against this side wall in front of the window. Rosa, I want you to kneel down in front of her and finish what I started.
“You want me to do oral sex on her in front of the window?” Rosa asked. “I have done a woman before.”
“You won’t be able to say that any more. If you try, there will be too many witnesses to deny it,” I said smiling. “The good news is you know exactly what you like, and you can show Candace by the way you eat her out.”
“Why would she need to know that?”
“Because as soon as you finish her off, it will be her turn to return the favor.”
Rosa and Candace looked at each other in disbelief.
“Look, you are already collecting a crowd just by standing there,” I observed. “The longer you wait, the bigger the crowd will be. If you would rather not do it here, we can take the show outside, your choice.”
Candace took Rosa’s hand and led her to the wall in front of the window. Candace leaned her shoulders against the wall and spread her legs, inviting Rosa to enjoy her first taste of feminine delicacy. Rosa knelt down before her, allowing her bare breasted posture to be accentuated for the crowd watching below. She slowly began to lick Candace’s pussy. Candace began to moan with approval.
“Harder,” Candace begged. Rosa obliged, picking up her speed as she moved up and down her box. She began to work her tongue over her clit as she moved. Candace pressed her hands against the wall to support herself as her legs began to weaken.
As Rosa worked on Candace I ordered pizza to be delivered. It looked like the two were working up quite an appetite.
“Oh God,” Candace shouted, loudly enough for the crowd below to hear. “Yes, Yes, Yes! Don’t stop! Right there! Yes!” Candace pelvis began to rock against Rosa’s face. Rosa grabbed Candace’s tight ass to hold her soft bare mound against her face. Her tongue worked back and forth, lapping up the juices and stimulating more to come. Approval came from Candace’s smile and applause in the park below. Rosa couldn’t believe what she had just done, in front of a watching crowd. It was more enjoyable than she imagined.
“My turn,” she said to Candace. Rosa walked to the center of the large plate glass window, facing the crowd gathered below. With birthday memories to make and nothing any longer to lose, she leaned forward, putting both hands on the glass to hold her body up. “Get over here,” she said to Candace. “I have a pussy and audience waiting for you.
Candace gave her a sultry look as she took her position between Rosa’s legs. “Do it like you have always wanted someone to do it to you,” Rosa demanded. She opened Rosa’s lips waiting between her legs. Her tongue dove into the soft flesh. Rosa’s shuddered while Candace ravenously ate her first pussy. Rosa began to moan and quake as the orgasm waiting to explode within her climbed toward ecstasy. “Oh yes, oh yes! You are so good!” Rosa complimented loudly before exploding in a thunderous climax. She went down to the floor on her back, wrapping her legs around Candace’s body. Candace became determined to give her friend the ultimate birthday orgasm. She wouldn’t stop until she was convinced. Candace collapsed on Rosa, gliding over her body still lubricated from the oil. They were completely unaware of the growing crowd below, and no longer cared.
Just as they began to catch their breath, the door bell rang. Candace jumped up, followed by Rosa. Candace made her way back to the living room and picked up her blouse.
“You won’t need that,” I said.
“Who is that?” Rosa asked. “I’m not expecting anyone.”
I handed Candace a twenty. “Pizza delivery,” I said. “Can you two get that?”
“We can’t answer the door like this.” Candace said.
“Sure you can,” I said. “After what you just did in that window, this clearly isn’t about what you can’t do. Those limitations are gone. This is about what you can do, what you will do.”
“You aren’t going to make us…”
I put my hand up to stop her complaint. “Even more,” I said. “Open the door, allow him to enjoy the view of you two. Invite him in. Take the pizza. Ask him how he would like the tip, then pay him what he asks.”
“What if it is a women,” Rosa tested.
“That doesn’t seem to be a problem for you any more, now does it?” I observed.
The two looked at each other and met at the door. Rosa opened it, creating a moment that took pizza delivery job satisfaction to a new level. The eighteen year old buffed college student stuttered at the greeting. “That will be $15.50,” he said nervously holding out the pizza, not quite sure where to hand it.
Rosa and Candace were delighted to see him, compared to other pizza delivery guys they had seen before. “Please come in,” they demanded more than asked.
“Ah, I should wait here,” he said, really wanting to take them up on their invitation.
“What do you mean ‘should?’ Rosa asked boldly running her finger along his shoulder. “The customer is always right. You should come in.”
He didn’t resist the second invitation. Candace took the pizza from him and handed it to me. Rosa closed the door. “So,” Rosa said standing between him and the door, “you made your way all the way over here on a busy Friday night to satisfy our hunger. A couple dollar tip just doesn’t seem enough to adequately express our appreciation and to reward your service.” Rosa smiled.
The delivery guy looked to Candace, and saw her smile in agreement. He felt awkward as the bulge in front of his pants began to grow. “Well look at this Rosa,” she said observing the movement in his pants. “His mouth doesn’t speak, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t telling us what he really wants.” She reached down to massage his pants over his growing member.
“Ah, ah, I really shouldn’t,” he said. I have other orders to deliver and…”
“Now that isn’t what we asked,” Rosa corrected. “What we asked is what do you want?”
“Ah, ah,” he continued to stutter.
“It’s hard to pick when you don’t know the menu, isn’t it?” Candace suggested. The delivery guy nodded. “How about tonight’s special, Mr. Delivery Man. How about you suck on my friends big tits here while I suck your dick dry? How does that sound?” Candace offered boldly, not really giving him a choice.
With a small nod, Rosa reached for his shirt and pulled off over his head. In the same time, Candace had his pants down around his knees and was relieving him of his shoes. He fell back onto the sofa. Candace pulled his pants off while Rosa straddled him, making her tits easily accessible. “Aghhhh,” he shouted in response to Candace’s quick skilled oral descent on his shaft. He opened his mouth and filled it with Rosa’s ample tit. Candace worked his shaft like a piston in a car going 60 miles an hour in second gear. Rosa stood up on the sofa, moving him from the first course of her tits, to the main course of her still dripping pussy. The pizza guy unloaded a special delivery of extra topping, covering Candace’s face and tits. He laid helpless on the couch.
“Try some of that topping,” I encouraged Rosa. “Lick Candace’s face and tits clean.” She gladly did so, before going down on the delivery guy for more. When she was finished with him, he got up, quickly got dressed and hurried out the door. “No one is going to believe this,” he said as the door closed behind him.
We regained some strength enjoying the pizza. We laughed and brainstormed ideas for the next day. “Have anything for dessert?” I asked.
“I have some ice cream in the freezer,” Rosa said.
“I thought we are the dessert Carl,” Candace joked.
“Right you are,” I said. “You know what my new two favorite desserts are?” I asked.
“Kind of cheesy,” Rosa said, “what Candace and me?”
“Close,” I said.
“What then,” Candace asked.
“Rosa a la mode, and Candace a la mode.”
“I am getting to know you well enough Carl to know you are not kidding,” Candace said, then asked shyly “are you?”
“Bring out the ice cream Rosa,” I ordered. “This is my lucky day. Both of my two favorite desserts are about to be served.” I directed them to the sheet next to the fireplace.
Rosa brought the mint and chip ice cream, chocolate syrup, whipped cream, a bottle of cherries and a scooper. “The ice cream is pretty hard,” she said.
“It won’t be for long,” I said. They laid down next to each other. “Dessert is served,” I said enjoying the beauty of their fit bodies next to one another. I began by dropping a small taste of ice cream in each of their mouths, followed by a couple drops of chocolate, some whipped cream and a cherry. Dessert began with a deep kiss with each. “Now, for the second course,” I said moving to their tits. I scooped generous curves of ice cream, providing a mint coating over their tits. Instantly their nipples began to respond, rising to the occasion. I couldn’t help nibbling at their invitation. As some of the ice cream began to melt, I replaced it with some more. I topped the ice cream with chocolate sauce and whipped cream. I pulled four cherries, one to top each of the mounds before me. The two squirmed with the cold temperature of the ice cream as it began to melt down their bodies. Ice cream never tasted so good. I went down on each tit, finishing the ice cream on each, one after the other.
“I’m still feeling like something is missing. Spread your legs please.” They responded dutifully.
“When do we get our turn?” Rosa asked.
“Are you hungry for some? I asked.
“Do you have something with extra cream?” Candace added.
“I think that can be arranged,” I said. “That’s what I am going for now,” I added, dropping a clump of ice cream on Candace’s bare clit. I spread her lips allowing the ice cream to melt down the crevices toward her ass.
“Ahhh,” Candace said, “that’s cold.”
“I’ll warm it up in a second,” I said dropping one strategically on Rosa’s pussy.
I bent down between the two and alternated back and forth, lapping up the ice cream and bringing both of them to explosive orgasms.
“Your turn,” I said.
Rosa picked up the half gallon of ice cream and ripped a hole in the softened bottom of the container. She grabbed my hard dick and said “I have always wanted to do this. She slowly pushed my dick through the carton and deep into the ice cream. Goose bumps filled my body as the coolness of the ice cream intersected with the heat of my throbbing dick.
“Nice,” Candace said. “That’s what I call a la mode!”
Rosa squeezed the sides of the container around my dick, pumping it by sliding the carton up and down my member.
“Unbelievable,” Candace said.
“Aghhh,” I said as my body shook.
“I’m glad its good for you,” she said “because I’m not stopping until we get our creamed ice cream.” She pumped faster and squeezed harder, spraying ice cream melted by the heat. As I began to approach orgasm, she masterfully pulled the carton off, leaving the ice cream. “I’m hungry,” she said sending my coated member down her throat. The heat of her mouth over the cold ice cream sent immediate shivers through my body. Candace knelt down next to her. The two alternated as they vied for my throbbing dick. As Rosa pulled my dick out of her mouth, it unloaded down her throat, and on to her face. Candace quickly grabbed it, siphoning a mouthful of cum coated with ice cream. Rosa grabbed it back for more.
“We’re not stopping when you think you are done,” she said, “we won’t stop until both of us have finished having dessert.” Candace and Rosa continued relentlessly. I exploded again, fuelling their pride and encouraging their relentless ambition.
The three of us laid there in the middle of the room, enjoying the warmth of the fire, the clear starlit night sky over the neighboring park and occasional tastes of ice cream gleaned from one another’s bodies.
The evening and next day rolled past faster than I have ever experienced. Rosa and Candace were insatiable. When the time came to go, we all showered and dressed, reminiscing over the events of the past day. Candace and I began to leave Rosa’s condo to go to our respective cars. As we closed the door, we heard her call out. “Hey,” she said.
“Did Rosa say something?” Candace asked.
I opened the door and we both looked in. Rosa was standing by the fireplace with a bowl of peanuts in her hand.”
“Ultimate peanuts anyone?”
We smiled, stepped back in and closed the door.