Taboo

Keywords: Angel, 08, Ch.,

"Holy shit O!" Max, the groom to be exclaimed. "This is fucking great!"

"Yeah man," Nic said from the living room. "They left mad booze in the bar!"

Owen beamed at the attention his planning was being paid, and one by one they gave Owen a high five.

"So, gentlemen, let the fun begin!" Hoots and hollers ensued after Owen's last comment and a flurry of excitement roused the group again. The guys changed into night wear and made their way down to the lobby of the hotel. The 6 boys waited while the limo circled around the block for the last time and came to a stop at the front of the hotel. Once again they were on their way.

"Well, what's the first stop?" Evan said. He pushed his brown unruly hair out of his eyes.

"My man Fred!" Owen said shouting to the front of the limo to the driver. "Where can we see some ass around here?"

"Well, do you want to see ladies in bikinis, or ladies in the buff?" Fred said, glancing in the rear view mirror.

"In the buff!" The 6 guys said together from the back.

"In that case," Fred said, switching lanes, "you need to go to the Gold Club. Hot women and cold beer, my friends."

"On to the Gold Club, then." Max said.

The rest of the night was spent drinking and getting as close to the girls as possible. They each paid for a lap dance for Max and although the girls were smoking hot, they weren't putting out. Owen was slightly disturbed at this, since he was the man in charge this weekend, and he wanted his friends to get laid and have a good time.

On the ride home, Fred asked how it was and if he was right.

"Hell yeah!" Josh said, drunk and slurring his words. "Just tell me one thing, where can we get some ass? "Real" ass?"

"Yeah man!" Nic said, suddenly looking concerned. "We are here to par-tey!"

"My friends!" Fred said, "I will not steer you wrong! Tomorrow night we go to The Block where all the good shit is if you'd like. And I just so happen to know a man who knows some girls who will come to the hotel and "dance." If you catch my drift!"

"Hell yeah, Fred! Bring it on!" Trey said grabbing another beer.

When they finally got back to the hotel, all except Owen stumbled into the lobby. He exchanged the information with Fred for the name and number of the guy to get the stripper for the following night. Owen was dead set about making this weekend memorable for all of his friends.

*

Saturday came for the boys with too bright light and pounding headaches. Groggily, they all dressed and finally managed to get out of the hotel by noon. The wandered to the harbor and ate lunch at the notorious Hooters and drank from the pitcher that caused them pain the night before.

"Man," Evan said, picking up a wing. "Last night was a trip!"

"For sure." Trey said, eyeing the young girl in the fluorescent orange shorts. "My head is killing me."

"You're telling me!" Max said. "I am just glad I actually remember getting those ball rubs last night. What fun would it be if I couldn't remember that?"

Josh laughed and Owen motioned for another pitcher of beer to be brought. He cleared his throat. The guys around the table quit bitching about their hangovers and gave Owen their attention.

"While you pussies were puking your guts up this morning, I got a hold of our pleasure source for this evening." Owen enjoyed the fact that his friends were now paying close attention to his every word. "The stripper will be ascending our hotel room at 9 tonight for entertainment. I have taken care of the fundage needed to cover her flat rate, but anything "extra"," he paused and looked them each in the eye, "Is yours to pay. Understand?"

The boys nodded their heads. Josh spoke up. "And, uh, who is this guy who is setting this up?"

"Some dick named Romeo. He was a real ass on the phone." Owen said.

"Romeo?" Josh scrunched up his face. He thought this name sounded familiar but couldn't place it. He knew he had heard it before, and recently, but he couldn't for the life of him remember.

"Yup. Said he was sending one of his best "dancers"." Owen made quotation marks in the air to emphasize. "Yeah, if that's what you call them." He snickered.

The conversation waned and they wrapped up lunch. Set with a long night ahead of themselves and too tired to comprehend doing anything else, they made their way back to the hotel for a quick dip in the indoor heated pool and then back to the room for an afternoon siesta.

At 9 pm sharp, a call came from the front desk and when Owen put down the phone in their spacious living room in the suite, he was excited.

"She's here boys!" He said loudly, causing the guys to scurry from their rooms and from the kitchen. Owen left out of the room and impatiently waited for the elevator to take him to the first floor. When the doors opened he searched franticly for the hot piece of ass the guy Romeo promised. Sure enough, a smoking brunette was standing at the front desk. Her long legs were showing underneath her lightweight coat.

Being nonchalant, Owen went directly to the information desk and said that he had a guest waiting for him. Before the concierge could respond, the brunette turned and stuck out her hand to him.

"My name is Amber. I believe we have business." She smiled seductively at Owen and he returned her smile. He led her to the elevators and rode in silence to the 12th floor. He held the door for her to exit first and watched her tight little ass sash shay past him. He could feel a tingle in his pants, but settled himself before entering the room.

Amber smiled when she saw all the handsome men before her. She took off her jacket to reveal a white nurses uniform complete with stethoscope. Cheers rang out from the boys and Amber raised her hand.

"Alright boys, this is how we are going to play this game." She put her hand on her hips and smiled again. "First, who is the husband to be?"

Max raised his hand as if he was being held up. The others clapped and shouted. Amber raised her hand again.

"Settle down boys! Okay, you," she said pointing to Max, "I want you in the middle. Can someone find this hot stud a chair?" Trey and Nic raced to the kitchen and found a chair and placed it in the middle of the room. Max eagerly sat down.

Amber moved easily to where the stereo was positioned under the TV and flicked through the stations until she found some club music. Moving her hips slowly at first, she began to dance. The boys took seats on the several sofas and watched.

She moved towards Max, snaking her hands over his muscular shoulders and through his hair. Her tits grazed his head, and he could feel the soft mounds on his back. He began to feel a stir in his pants and Amber was quick to notice. She slid a hand to his crotch, and massaged his cock through his pants. Max grinned and looked to his friends who were giving him thumbs up signs. Amber stood in front of Max now and took his hands and placed them on her breasts.

"You like that?" She asked. "Why don't you take off my shirt and see what's under here, hum?"

Max enthusiastically began pulling the snaps apart, each one more strained against her chest than the one before. Soon enough the shirtdress was open to expose a white lace bra and matching thong, held up by a garter belt. Amber straddled Max's lap and began to slowly gyrate on his cock. Instinctively Max held his hands to his sides, not wanting to break the number one rule of lap dances.

"Baby, this is an all access show. You can touch anything you want." Amber said, sliding Max's left hand to her tit. He grinned again and used his other hand in the same way, tentatively; afraid she would rescind the offer. When Amber only threw back her head and moaned he became braver.

"Take it off!" Owen yelled.

"Yeah, man, we want to see!" Trey also said, chiming in excitedly.

Max, egged on by his friends reached behind her hot body and unsnapped her lacy bra. He tits sprang free and with a push of his hands, Max dropped both her bra and the dress to the floor. Amber leaned closer to Max, rubbing her erect nipples in his face, brushing them against his lips. He looked at her questioningly but she only nodded. He took one of the nipples into his mouth and bit gently.

"Oh, baby!" She moaned, grinding harder against his crotch. "That feels so good!"

Max, more forward now, began roaming his hands over her body, and rocking his hips into hers. The boy watching were now excited enough that their erections were evident through their pants, and Evan had even slid his hand into his pants.

"Looks like your friends like me." Amber said.

"Hell yeah! But I get you first right?" Max asked concerned for a moment.

"For sure baby. You get my pussy first." Amber smiled wickedly and then stood. She turned around and snapped her ass into his face. Laughing, Max slapped her rump, which resounded with a loud smacking sound. Another rouse of laughter came from the boys on the couch. Slowly, Amber slid her thong off her ass with the hooks of her thumbs. Following the beat of the music, the thong dropped to the floor.

Amber slinky leaned over Max's lap and undid his pants. Like a spring, his cock sprang out of his lap and his full 9 inches were exposed. He drew in a breath when she sucked the head into her mouth. She licked her lips and smiled.

"We have a live one here boys." She said. Returning to her work, she wiggled her ass as she bobbed her head up and down. On the couch, Evan and Nic had dropped their pants below their hips and their meat was hanging out. Slowly they were stroking their cocks, intently watching Amber suck Max's dick.

Standing, Amber now re-straddled Max and slowly impaled herself on his shaft. Max rolled his eyes back into his head and moaned. Josh had removed his pants completely and so did Owen. All 4 of the other boys were leaning on the edge of the couches eying the sex happening in the middle of the room.
Samara rolled her eyes. "I am surprised anyone in Alrana survives to be ten. Wood's treacherous, water's treacherous.

Keywords: Angel, 08, Ch.,