Maggie’s Slutty Reality Ch. 9.4

I kept repeating the clue in my mind over and over again, my head was filled with so much sex that it was hard to think straight, I was drunk on lust. As I was walking, I heard the sounds of splashing and it hit me, the fun started at the pool for us that day and a place like this obviously had to have some kind of hot tub, jacuzzi kind of place and luckily it was very easy to find. Although when I got there, I saw a man sitting in the water along with two beautiful women that looked to be half his age, for a second, I almost thought they were his daughters. I looked around for another employee believing this was the game but with no one around I awkwardly walked closer to the three in the water.

Normally I’m super shy and this situation wasn’t like any other since I was very bad at talking to strangers, “hi there…” but got no reaction from them and said it a bit louder clearing my throat first, “hello there.”

“hi there pretty lady, how can I, I mean we, help you,” the guy in the middle looked up at my coyly.

He looked to be in his late 40’s early 50’s, it was hard to tell with his salt and pepper hair and compared to the two, swimsuit model like women next to him, they almost made him look older. I couldn’t tell much else since the rest of them were under the water and with the jets on kind of hid the rest of their bodies. The only thing I could tell you about the girls, other than they were very pretty, was that one had short blonde hair, chin length and the other had long black hair that was up in the pony tail and 3 piercings on her right ear.

“I was wondering if you had a clue for me?”

I watched as he closed his eyes and bit his lip before he looked back up at me once again, “a clue? Oh, you’re that Marsha girl!”

“It’s Meg,” the brunette said.

“I thought it was Maggie,” the blonde spoke out.

“Anyways, I think there is some sort of…payment, you have to give us first, something off of you, mmmm, people, person, you,” he was stuttered, and I swear that was a moan.

In the pit of my stomach, I could only guess what they were doing but the focus was now on, what do I pay with. I couldn’t do my panties without taking off my jeans, maybe my jacket, but it was longer than my shirt so, maybe my shirt. I played with the bottom of my shirt as I pondered how I was going to take it off without showing off my tits to 3 random strangers. I guess my struggling with a decision was rather visible when one of the girls spoke up.

“Can’t you just give your sandals; I mean my new heels are killing my feet and some flats would help us both out.”

I guess I could do that, I mean payment just had to be basically, something I was wearing and blushed that I just didn’t think of that in the first place. I took them off, but the look on his face and hand out obviously meant I had to hand them over. Bending over was excruciating, between my nipples getting yanked on again and now how insanely sensitive my clit was, I must have been soaking my panties at this point. I grabbed my sandals and bent over close to hand them to him but instead of grabbing then he held onto my wrists instead and we were now nearly face to face staring into each other’s eyes.

“Go get, mmmm, fueled, mmm, up, you’ll need it, for what, fuck, is cumming, coming, next, oh god cumming.”

He was cumming, he was having an orgasm right in front of me and went back to sitting down, now looking completely spent. To my next shock the blonde came up from under the water, I never noticed she went under in the first place and came up to me, drenched but looking even sexier wet and now I got the first time to look at the tiny thing she was calling a bikini top that barely covered her nipples.

“Hey, Maggie,” she leaned in close, “feel free to come back anytime, I’d like a taste of you next.”

Her words made me blush since I rarely had people who knew nothing about, well, me, be that forward before and if that wasn’t forward enough, she suddenly leaned in closer and kissed me, slipping her tongue into my mouth I knew exactly what she had done and what I was tasting. I was tasting the cum she had just sucked out of that guy’s cock, right in front of me moments ago.

“Nice titties by the way, very kinky,” I realized, bent over at this angle she could see right down my shirt and quickly stood back up and began quickly walking away.

I was ignoring the feeling of my nipples, the stimulation of my clit and focusing on the shock and embarrassment of what had just happened as my bare feet slapped on the concrete by the pool and once out of eye sight began to ponder the clue that I was just given. It was hard to think of it without the look of his face in my mind and the taste of his cum on my tongue but figured that these clues weren’t made for rocket scientists and it had to be obvious, the gas station across the street. I couldn’t believe she was really going to make me walk across the street and I started to regret giving up my sandals now.

The walk over to the gas station, all I could picture was that guy getting jacked off the whole time while we were talking and then the blonde sucking his cock with his face inches from mine as he came and him shooting his load into her mouth knowing exactly how it tasted. I was so wrapped up into the thought of her sucking his cock that I nearly ran into the door to the gas station and once snapped out of it, felt very weird being barefoot walking into the store, but immediately noticed the guy at the register starring right at me with a smile on his face. He wasn’t that old, maybe a few years older than me and if he shaved, would probably have been more attractive and less redneck looking.

“I think I have exactly what you want,” in the tone of his voice it sounded more sexual than customer service helpful.

“What would that be,” I may have been horny, still coming off of the shock of what had just happened and could still taste a stranger’s spunk on my tongue that I got from another woman kissing me but I was annoyed by his attitude.

“The clue you’re looking for, but obviously it’s going to cost you,” he eyed me up and down scanning my body.

I took off my jacket and handed it to him, but he wouldn’t take it, but instead shook his head and pointed at my shirt, “I rather have the shirt, and you better hurry before my manager gets back, I’m not supposed to let people in without shoes and she’ll kick you out if she sees.”

“Can I at least use the restroom, I can’t just…”

“Sorry bathroom is around the back and I think some homeless guy is using it, better hurry.”

I turned around to have my back facing him and hesitantly pulled it up over my head holding it back not wanting to turn around before I had my jacket back on, which was now resting next to the register the last time I saw it. I didn’t even think of covering myself with the other arm since I was facing the other way and that was a big mistake.

He grabbed the shirt and pulled me back a little as I nearly tripped over backward towards it, the table pressing into my back, feeling the jacket against my arm, “go next door to find your courage, it comes in liquid form, thanks for the view, looks painful.”

I looked up to see a rounded mirror and could see his face from the angle we were at, I immediately grabbed the jacket and put it on and walked out now even more embarrassed that I just gave a free show to such an asshole. Barefoot, feet slapping on the greasy, disgusting ground outside, I looked next door to see a bar and figured that was what the clue meant and headed there. When I got to the door, I tried to zip up, button up, anything to keep this jacket closed, but realized that the jacket didn’t have anything to do so. It looked to have buttons at one point but they either fell off or were cut off and now I was feeling very exposed as the sides didn’t have enough material to fully come together. At this point I really had no other choice but to go in and continue the game.