I looked down between my legs and still couldn’t get my head around it. Is this actually happening, or did I get smashed last night, and this is all...some kind of messed up dream?“Uh! Oh fuck!” I moaned loudly. Just as I was trying to answer these questions in my head, Nikki had slid her tongue deep into my waiting pussy. “Good, huh?” she giggled, before continuing to fuck me with that soft tongue of hers. Sexually, I was very inexperienced. I’d given head before to an ex, but he’d never. Nightmares actually. A female sexual predator always chases me. The dreams are whack-o, freaky, and uncomfortable. It’s Rachel, she’s the raging slut in my dream. My thoughts criss-cross this topic and I become oblivious to Tegan. She had quit her dance, removed my shorts, and was jerking and sucking my lifeline. That was when doubt crept into my consciousness. If it’s not Rachel, I’m fucked. What if the monster of my dream is Tegan? Or Aimee? The monster was a dark angel, a disguised. I yelled, Angelique get ya ass over here bitch! She walked over to her stall where Cal and I were at and I had her climb up on the platform made just for her and get on her hands and knees like a cow. The other men were all silently watching our every move with Angelique. After she was up on her hands and knees Calvin got the camcorder from the stand where it was already recording and started moving around where he could get much better video footage of everything I did to her. I moved to the. "He kissed me fully on my lips, squeezed me playfully in my bum and left.Confused I returned to Gabrielle, who had seen the whole scene. Shesmiled."Mike is totally self centred and vain but he's still a good friend ofmine. He's gay, but he's also bi-curious; I think you are something likethe best of both worlds to him. Actually I think I understand him onthat one," she added with a wink.We had a lovely evening of chatting, drinking and dancing. By now I feltcompletely at ease in my new role,.