When we got back on our feet, she began talking to the audience, walking around the play pool with a big happy grin, keeping up a funny patter about how great her orgasm was, how she loved to wrestle me, how amazing I taste, how lucky she was to have me as her own personal sex toy and how much she loves to tease me before she lets me have what I want. Of course, all the crazy drunken kids loved it, especially since she was walking around naked in front of them with red Jello sliding sensually down her body. I knew it was all just part of the act, but it was making me mad. I wasn’t her toy, and I didn’t want anyone to think I was.
In the third round, she went after my bikini, which took all of about one minute. She stripped it off me and threw it to the crowd, leaving us both naked to the world. At that point, I think we both knew it was finally my turn. With her cooperation, I got her down again, but this time I didn’t go down on her. I slid up to kneel with my knees on each side of her head, while I sat my pussy down squarely on her face. Cami made a show of thrashing her arms and legs as she snorted muffled hog sounds, rooting with her nose and tongue in my pussy. She soon had me gasping from the shocks coursing through me like jolts of electricity. A minute or two of that and I came with my own cries of pleasure.
Hector said he’d never seen a crowd go so wild. They were standing on the tables, banging on everything they could find, some of them howling at the top of their lungs. He was afraid they might tear down the bar with their bare hands. Cami and I missed all that. We were much too much into each other to see or hear what was going on around us. When Hector blew his whistle, I fell off Cami’s face into the Jello, totally spent. Only then did I gradually become aware of the crowd.
Rowdy as they were, they didn’t intimidate me anymore. In fact, they even gave me the victory, this time. I did have Cami on her back for most of our match, but I don’t think they believed in my dominance. It didn’t matter; they loved our performance, and I took their vote to show they understood I was an important part of it.
Hector lived upstairs from the bar, and he let us go up and use his shower to get some of the stickiness off our bodies. When he showed us into the bathroom, he said he’d love to stay and have a threesome, but he had to get back down to the bar and keep the drinks flowing.
“What a shame,” Cami said sarcastically.
“But you’ve got to come down when you’re ready and hang out in the bar for a few hours,” Hector reminded us. “That’s our deal, right?”
“Right.”
The shower we took together in Hector’s tub was fun, but I was a little worried about how the kids in the bar would treat our wild behavior on stage. Were they going to think we were looking to find paying customers for the rest of the night?
“Don’t worry,” Cami said. “We’ll set them straight. There’s only one person I want to make love to tonight, and she’s right here, right now, soaping my pussy. Oh god, don’t stop. That feels so good.”
As usual, she was right. The boys treated us with something like awe — all except the Greek boys. They were assholes, as usual, but Cami shooed them away with their dicks shriveling in their pants. I struck up a conversation with a handsome Italian boy about my age, but he was just one of a dozen boys that hung around us. I recognized a few of them as belonging to the huge yachts moored down at the marina. Everybody knew they were filthy rich, and they probably thought they could buy us with their allowance. Maybe they could have, but one of them seemed to be the leader, and he had other ideas.
He was a tall kid, maybe a couple years older than us, dark, possibly Arab and very good looking. At one point, I saw him talking with Hector who was nodding vigorously and grinning from ear to ear. Awhile later, I saw Hector talking to Cami with that same leering grin. Cami listened and said something back that Hector didn’t like. He frowned and shook his head, but Cami persisted and he finally shrugged, glancing at me. I knew they had cooked up something, and once again, I wasn’t sure I was going to like it.
We were back in our room lying in bed together when she told me the plan. Then I was sure – sure I didn’t like it.
“I’m not going to have sex with some guy I don’t know, right in front of everybody.”
“No sex. Hector says he’ll jump in and hose the guy down if he gets too serious. It’s just another part of the show. This is our chance to make some real money. It could set us up for the rest of the summer.”
“I don’t know,” I whined. “I don’t mind doing this with you, Cami. I trust you, and I know you’d never hurt me. But some guy out of the crowd wrestling with us in the Jello — we don’t know what he’s going to do. I’m scared.”
But Cami pushed right through all my objections and got her way as always.
This was going to be our grand finale. The deal was we’d do two rounds, then have an intermission while Mina presided over an auction for the right to join us for two more rounds. Hector wanted 50% of the auction take, but Cami turned him down. She wanted 100% or no deal, but she made a concession that convinced him to accept. She said he could announce that we were leaving town on our tour, but we’d be back for another stop at the Paradiso some time in the next two months. Hector would have a big draw for the rest of the summer, and Cami was sure we’d at least double our take for the night, maybe more.
For anybody but Cami, I wouldn’t have even considered it, but with Cami, I didn’t know how to say no. I said I’d do it, but I was still scared.
“You better protect me,” I said. “I don’t want to get raped.”
She raised up on her elbow and cocked a humorous eyebrow. “Not even by me?”
“Well, that’s different,” I sniffed.
She rolled on top and smothered me under her breasts.