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  “Let's liven this up, shall we?” I asked, stepping closer toward her. “How about we make this a game. Rather than you telling me what I want to know about you, let me tell you what I know about you. Every time I guess right — and you must be honest about it — you must either take off an item of clothing or perform an act of my choosing. Deal?”

  Now it was my turn to extend my hand and wait for her to shake it.

  Chapter Three

  Becky

  How could he know? Memories of my sister’s angry face swam in my mind making me feel like my stomach was going to drop to the floor. He’s a total stranger. How could he know the worst thing I have ever done?

  The great Stellan Ford was standing in front of me, his gray suit perfectly tailored to show off the thickness of his arms and the width of his shoulders. With the jacket’s buttons undone, I could see how his black dress shirt was tucked in neatly around his narrow waist. I had always found the man hot from the tips of his designer shoes to the way his blonde hair waved slightly. It wasn’t only his proficiency at interviews that drew me, his face and body were like a movie star’s.

  I felt stuck and stunned as I stood there, the faces of the crowd swirling in front of me. All I could hear was indistinct chatter and laughter at his suggestion as if a hum had rushed through the club. Some shouted. Some clapped, throwing their heads back and exposing mouthfuls of white teeth on faces hid behind makeup and masks. Everyone was excited to see what I would do.

  Except for me. I didn't know how to feel. A part of me felt embarrassed about the idea of stripping for a man. I had never been naked in front of anyone but my sister — mostly when we were younger and would bathe together.

  The other part of me, though, felt intrigued. My longtime hero and crush, Stellan Ford, was challenging me to a stripping game. If I accept his challenge, maybe he would be wrong about me and I could challenge him in reverse. Getting him out of that suit would be a lifelong dream. I had seen his rock-hard abs in pictures in magazines. The man was all muscle.

  The only thing that I worried about, though, was the fact that I wouldn't be just stripping for him. I would be stripping in front of everyone who was in the club.

  But, you might like it, a voice whispered in my head. It took me a second to realize that it was my own voice that I had heard. A small shiver ran through my body and up through my breasts making my nipples hard. Stellan noticed me shivering and grinned at me, his hand still extended in my direction.

  “Deal,” I said after what seemed like forever, accepting his offer and his hand. We shook. His hand was large and warm. His grip strong, trapping my smaller hand in his — making it seem like he might not let me go. Then he did and I felt the loss of his touch fiercely.

  The crowd cheered and whistled as Stellan moved toward me. He put a hand on my shoulder and directed me to an empty stage.

  “Well, if we're going to do this, let's do it right,” he said, beckoning for me to climb up. I did, looking down at him and the crowd from the platform that was about three feet tall. Each strange face made the nerves in my stomach go crazy. I could feel myself shaking from a strange mix of fear and desire.

  I glanced around to see where my friends and sister were. I couldn't see any of them. When I finally got my eyes to focus and scan the club, I realized that they were gone. They had left me alone. That was probably for the best, I thought. At least they wouldn't be here to witness this game and judge me for it.

  Stellan paced the edge of the stage slowly, scratching his face as he looked me over. He looked at me so hard I was sure that his blue eyes were going to pierce right through my skin. He was reading me. I tried standing stock still so that he wouldn't get any information from my body.

  He put up a hand, hushing the crowd. When nothing could be heard, not even a whisper, Stellan spoke, “For my first fact, if I am right, you will take off your shoes.”

  We both looked down at the black heels I was wearing. I knew he was starting small to help me get used to stripping. There were a couple of boos from the crowd. But they were hushed again by a wave of his raised hand. I took a deep breath and waited to hear his guess.

  “You are exactly twenty-one years old,” he said, pointing at my shoes, sure of himself.

  I rolled my eyes at how simple the statement had been but knew that he was right. Slowly, I shook off one heel and then the other, placing my bare feet on the wood floor of the stage. It was slightly warmed by the bright lights above me. This didn’t feel too bad, so I smiled. The crowd cheered and clapped.

  Stellan raised his hand again to silence the crowd. It was like an on and off switch — the crowd went quiet quickly. His eyes roamed up and down my body then stopped at my breasts. His gaze made my pussy start to ache and I delighted in the fact that my hero seemed to find me attractive.

  “For my next fact, if I am right, then you will have to take off your shirt,” he said. The crowd gasped collectively. My eyes widened with horror.

  Things immediately got real for me. How could I take off my shirt, here, on stage? I couldn't believe that I had agreed to a game where I would be standing topless in front of a bunch of strangers. But I had already agreed to the terms, so I really didn't have a choice. I had to perform.

  “You...are from Kansas,” said Stellan, pointing at my shirt and smiling.

  His words hit me like a punch to the gut. I couldn't believe it. He was right again. How could he possibly know that? I didn’t think that anything I had done or said would give him that impression. And yet, he knew. I nodded slowly acknowledging the truth, hearing a bunch of catcalls come from the crowd.

  My fingers found the hem of my t-shirt and paused. A million thoughts went through my head at once; worries about my body and bra, but I couldn’t do anything about that now. With another deep breath, I eased my shirt off over my head and tossed it on the floor at my feet. The lights were hot on the tops of my breasts, almost as hot as my cheeks felt from blushing.

  The crowd went wild with applause. I found myself smiling at their praise. Something about being exposed onstage was making me feel hotter. Stellan’s eyes were on my cleavage. His lips were slightly open, and he licked them. I knew then that he wanted to touch me. That knowledge made my pussy wet.

  Something was coming over me, some sense of freedom or insanity, but I was starting to like this game. Sticking my breasts out, showing them off, I watched as Stellan’s blue eyes lit up. With his concentration on my chest, I looked over his fit body, then down to his crotch. There was a large bulge there. Just the suggestion of his dick being hard made my mouth water. My idol was enjoying his game that much was obvious.

  Chapter Four

  Stellan

  Mounds of ivory flesh pushed through the top of her bra as Becky stood proudly on stage. She had straightened her posture and thrust her chest out defiantly; one hand sat on her hip in an almost model-like pose. Her round, firm breasts heaved up and down under my gaze as she struggled to catch her breath. I was so close to her that I could see little bumps on her perfect skin which let me know how excited she was. I could tell that even though there was probably some nervousness about being exposed, she liked it too.

  I could feel my dick starting to rise in my pants, aching as it chafed against my fitted slacks. But the game was just getting started. I would break her soon, revealing her biggest secret and her beautiful body to everyone. I was thoroughly enjoying toying with Becky in this way, and there was still more to come.

  “Ms. Jones, I need you to do something else for me,” I said jovially, watching how her breaths made her chest quiver. “I'm going to need you to take off your skirt because you aren't an only child.”

  Becky's dark eyes bulged with disbelief, but the way that she hung her head for a second and nodded, I knew that I was right again. She looked up, and slowly, with a bemused smile, she shimmied her way out of her tight, black miniskirt and kicked it across the stage. My breath caught as I ran my eyes up and down her beautiful frame and smil
ed. Her curves were perfect — big breasts, narrow waist, and large, round hips.

  She was standing there in just her white bra and panties looking nothing short of an underwear model. Becky looked like someone had zapped her with electricity the way that she trembled slightly. It was a palpable mixture of fear and arousal, I was sure of it. Her eyes darted back and forth like she was searching the crowd for something or someone. That clued me in, and I knew what I would say next.

  “On to the next fact,” I said, raising a finger like I had made an incredible discovery. “You can now take your bra off and show me your breasts because you have a sister and you saw her tonight.”

  I thought that Becky’s eyes were going to pop out of her head and her mouth almost fell to the floor. I was right again, and my reward was going to be sweet. My dick ached, getting harder and harder as my girl took off more of her clothing.

  She reached her hand around her back and unhooked her bra. It fell to the floor silently and seemingly in slow motion. Her perky breasts stood at full attention; her round nipples hardened with excitement. I wanted to get my lips on them and suck them while she moaned, but first I had to win the game.

  Everyone in our audience could see her breasts now. Some catcalls and whistling came from the crowd as they gazed at the beautiful sight before us. I raised my hand, signaling for them to be quiet. Becky was already torn between nervousness and excitement. I didn't want to scare her off when I was so close to breaking her and enjoying her.

  I knew that she was a virgin. It was easy to tell by the innocence in her eyes and the way her skin flushed to a light pink. But I wasn't quite ready to play that card yet. Instead, I decided to go in another direction, tapping into what I had sensed about her earlier — her lie.

  “Take off your panties if the biggest lie that you've ever told happened recently,” I ordered, peering up at her playfully.

  Her eyes moved frantically around the club like she was desperate to find someone. When she couldn't, she reached down to her hips, pulled her white panties down until they were around her ankles, and then stepped out of them gingerly.

  And there it was. One of the prettiest pussies that I had ever seen. Her ivory skin seemed to sparkle under the dim light of the club as she stood there, completely naked, shaking. I couldn't help but stare at her pink pussy. The more I looked, the more I noticed the folds of her pussy gleamed from wetness. She was really turned on from our little game of showing herself off to everyone in the club. I had to swallow my own excitement at the thought. My dick wanted to be buried in those wet folds. I was so hard it was starting to hurt.

  The game was just getting good.

  “Now, I want you to listen to this one closely,” I said, inching closer to the stage and resting my arms on it. “If the biggest lie that you told was to your sister, you have to open your legs here in front of everyone and finger fuck yourself.”

  That made the whole crowd go wild with excitement. A few screams emerged from some. I was excited to see what was going to happen, too. Becky was really turning me on.

  She gasped, staring into the crowd like she wished that it would swallow her up. But, it didn't. Instead, she stood there staring at all of us and we stared right back at her, waiting to see what she would do.

  After a few moments of hesitation, she shifted her stance. Opening her legs more, Becky reached her fingers down to her wet pussy, parted her lower lips, and pushed two fingers stiffly inside. Her movements were slow at first, but her eyes investigated my face — her lips parting slightly with a moan — and she sped up, punishing her pussy like she wished her fingers were my cock. Something that I wanted as well.

  Watching her hand slam into her pussy and pull out again was very hot. Everyone could hear the movements and how wet Becky was. Her eyes rolled a bit as she obviously started to feel the pleasure of her own actions. The look on her face was making me unbelievably hard, almost to the point of losing control and jumping up onstage to fuck her raw. But the game came first, and I knew I would enjoy it more once she had revealed everything.

  Chapter Five

  Becky

  My fingers were soaked in my own juices as they slipped easily in and out of my hot, clenching pussy. At first, I closed my eyes, loving the way that my hand felt pumping and twisting inside of me and knowing that everyone was watching. It felt so wrong and so right at the same time. But then I forced myself to open my eyes to stare out into the sea of strange faces all watching me. I fixated on Stellan’s handsome appearance. Our gazes locked. I was trapped in the lust in his blue eyes. I could feel the men and women around us watching, and though it was like a thousand eyes were directly on my pussy, only his mattered.

  I loved it. I loved the whole experience and how I felt exposed. I could feel the nerves starting to disappear as I pumped my fingers in and out, faster and faster, fucking myself on stage in plain view of everyone at the club. My thighs were slick. My pussy was getting wetter by the second as I let go and gave myself over to Stellan’s game. I was so turned on. I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to give my crush the show of a lifetime. I wanted to turn him on so much that he couldn’t resist me.

  I loved having Stellan’s undivided attention. His piercing, blue eyes looked over me hungrily. I could see his muscles bulging underneath his suit since he couldn’t stand still any longer. How I wished that he would take everything off and let me see more of what I knew must have been a magnificent physique. His hands grabbed onto the stage as he watched me. The strain of his hold making them pale. Every inch of him was pulled tight with desire and the bulge in his pants even more obvious.

  One of the reasons why I was so into Stellan was that every time he would appear on TV, I would have to clench my thighs together so that I wouldn’t get so turned on — he was just that hot. And that was when he wasn’t standing in front of me with his eyes blazing and his lower lip clenched in his teeth. Now, there was no fighting it. He was turning me on so much and there was nothing that I could do about it except show him what he did to me. Hell, I didn’t want to stop it, either.

  Almost as if he were reading my mind, Stellan’s hands slid down to the front of his suit to his pants. I looked down watching him rub the huge bulge at his crotch. His cock wanted out. It wanted me. He smiled at me secretly, letting me know that he knew what I was thinking. I was starting to wonder if he wasn’t psychic the way that he just seemed to be in tune, knowing so much about me and almost being in my head.

  Stellan turned his face to the side suddenly, his eyes dropping for a second like he was thinking. The tautness of his slacks got worse as he kept massaging his hard cock through the fabric. His lips pulled into a smirky smile then he turned back to me. It looked like a light bulb had gone off over his head as he raised a finger and then pointed in my direction. I didn’t know what to expect as he leaned onto the stage.

  “On to my next fun fact,” he said, wagging his finger at me like I was naughty. “You will blow me, right here, in front of everyone, if I’m right about you going to NYU.”

  The room fell hushed as all eyes swayed from Stellan to me, waiting for my answer. I thought that that fact was pretty silly considering that we were in New York City — and it was pretty much a given that I went to NYU — but the idea of wrapping my lips around his hard cock excited me even more. This was an opportunity I wasn’t going to give up.

  Without a word, I dropped to my knees eagerly to show that he was right and waited for my crush to join me on stage. Part of me felt relieved that I would have a co-star to this strange show. And I couldn’t believe my luck that Stellan was the one who would be up here with me. This was all like a dirty dream come true.

  He walked up the steps to the stage slowly — too slowly for my excitement. I reached my arms out, waiting for him to come close enough for me to pull him to me. When he finally came near, I grabbed his waist, wrapping my fingers around his leather belt and pulled till his crotch — and the bulge it contained — was right in my face.

/>   Unzipping his pants was like opening a present. I could feel his long, hard cock straining against the fabric of his slacks. As the zipper separated, it pushed forward and out. My fingers slid up his thighs. I wrapped them around the top of his boxers and pulled them down. His bare cock sprung forth. It was huge.

  I had never seen one so big. As a virgin, I had only seen pictures on the internet, but Stellan was beyond any porn star. The girth of his cock was so wide that I could barely wrap one hand around it. The shaft was a good eleven inches. His cockhead was tinted red with desire. It leaked a little pre-cum as I traced my fingers up and down his length feeling the smoothness of his taunt skin. Now that I was faced with it, I was a little afraid. Could my mouth or my pussy take something that big?

  I knew I had to try. I knew I wanted to try. My mouth watered and my pussy was wet with anticipation. Leaning forward, I opened my lips as wide as I could and shoved his large cockhead into my mouth, tasting the salty essence of his precum. Stellan moaned as I wrapped my lips around the edge of his helmet. His hips thrust forward slightly, jutting a few inches of his shaft into my mouth. The smooth, hardness of his cock slid past my cheeks. My spit wet it, helping it move easier. His whole body vibrated, begging me to take more of him into my mouth, but I wasn’t ready yet. I wanted to go slowly.

  Swiping my tongue up and down the silky skin of his shaft, I tasted all of him. When he was good and lubed, I moved my mouth forward slowly taking inch after inch of him until his cock was hitting the back of my throat and gagging me slightly. That required a pause for me to relax my gag reflex and change positions so he could get more in. His length pushed down my throat until his balls hit my chin. I had taken him all. His long cock was mine.