The final showdown. Lizzie takes on Belle in the ultimate sexual challenge. But what does winning really mean?
Lizzie couldn’t believe that she’d taken on Belle’s challenge: to let herself get tied to a rack and do anything that was asked of her. She knew that her kink threshold was quite high, particularly after her month researching the best shags in the UK, but still, this was pushing her limits. Not to mention the small problem of Dom. OK, he’d asked her to go to the fetish club in the first place and had wanted to watch her kiss another woman, but would he be as happy to watch her get pleasured – or ‘pained’ – by strangers of both genders? There was only one way to find out.
“Dom,” she purred. “This is Belle. She’s taken something of mine and the only way I can get it back is to accept her challenge. I really like you, but I need to do this. Will you wait for me?”
Dom looked at her uncomprehendingly.
“I’m going to have to get fairly wild. But it doesn’t mean anything.”
Dom nodded. “OK, it’s not like I own you. Can I watch?”
Part of Lizzie hated the idea, but as arousal unfurled in her stomach, she realised that another part of her was turned on by the idea: showing off her sexual excesses to a hot near-stranger. It seemed like the perfect ending to her adventures. As long as she won.
“Of course not. So, do you want to tie me up or should I ask her?”
She gestured at the brunette Mistress who was still whipping her blonde charge. “She looks busy. And at least that way I get to touch you.”
Lizzie lay back on the rack next to Belle and tried to control the shudder of lust that shot through her as Dom’s strong hands bound her wrists high above her head, then moved to strap her ankles wide apart on the rack.
“Ready?” asked Belle.
“Bring it on.”
Belle made a discreet gesture to the Mistress and soon there was a queue of men and women at each rack, eagerly waiting their turn.
Welcome One And All
Lizzie glanced over at Belle. She had a cock in each hand while a woman licked her pussy and another woman casually cropped her breasts. Not to be beaten, Lizzie had urged the woman between her own thighs to slide a toy into her pussy at the same time. She and Belle had agreed that each toy counted for half a point. One of
Lizzie’s hands was gripped around a firm cock while the other plunged inside a sopping c**t.
She’d been nervous about Dom watching but he seemed to have entered into the spirit of things, if the bulge in his trousers was anything to go by, and it spurred her on. As the man spattered his come over her face, Lizzie gamely cried, “Next!” and was pleased to see Belle was looking nervous. The Mistress was keeping score: this was a numbers game and she was determined to win.
Lizzie could see Belle moving her hands faster, clearly desperate to make her men come, but either her technique was lacking or her men had already indulged too much earlier in the evening. It was time to up the stakes.
“You,” she said, pointing to a muscular guy with a slim cock. “Untie me. I need you in my arse. And you –” she gestured towards a man, albeit one with fabulous breasts “– fuck my pussy.” The pair eagerly assumed their positions as Lizzie scrambled onto all fours. She pointed at an elfin woman. “Lie on the rack underneath my face so I can lick you while I’m being fucked.” Just before Lizzie buried her face into the woman’s wetness, she waved her hands at the crowd. “Room for two more.” Soon she was being fucked in every hole while wanking two men and eating out the delicious woman.
Two hours later, Lizzie could feel herself starting to flag.
“Thirty-five all,” cried the Mistress.
Even after all Lizzie’s adventures, this was extreme. But she had to win.
“Pass me the lube,” she asked Dom, who was rapt at Lizzie’s salacious display. Lizzie lubed up her arse and pussy then invited two more men to DP her – while at the same time sliding a toy into each hole. She had two women bent over in front of her face and was alternating her attentions from one to the other, while one fist was buried in a man’s arse and the other inside a juicy pussy.
Belle was clearly faltering too. Although she was still taking on all-comers, Lizzie could see that she was moving with less enthusiasm. Yes!
As the two men came and pulled out, disposing of their condoms in the now overflowing bin next to Lizzie, she took a deep breath and pulled away briefly from the pussies.
“Right, who’s going to fist me?” A fisting counted for double points.
“Enough,” she heard a quiet voice whimper next to her.
Lizzie smiled. “I win?”
“You win.”
“In that case, I’ve just got one more person to deal with.”
Lizzie carried on until she’d made the people she was pleasuring come, then beckoned to Dom. He looked down at her, face covered in come, her pussy and arse gaping from all the attention, and kissed her.
“I think it’s your turn.”
He lowered his face to her c**t and began delicately licking her clit. And for the first time since she’d been tied to the rack, Lizzie let herself come.
Winner Takes All
Lizzie sat up and gratefully gulped at the drink Dom pushed into her hands. Pornstar Martini: perfect.
“That was quite some show,” he said. “I never realised women like you actually existed. But fuck, it makes me hot. Can I take you home?”
Lizzie smiled. This was a result. Maybe he wouldn’t be so shocked about the book that he’d refuse to see her again.
“Of course you can, though I don’t know if I’ll be good for much.”
“I’ll hold you. There’s always tomorrow.”
“Sounds good. Just give me a sec to sort things with Belle.”
She beckoned her over. “Where’s my laptop?”
“In the cloakroom. I was told not to let it out of my sight.”
“But you were up for gambling with it?”
“I never thought you’d win. And I wanted to see you humiliated.”
“Why? I’ve been nothing but nice to you.”
“Yes, but you tried to seduce my girlfriend.”
“Your girlfriend?” Lizzie mentally skimmed through the women she’d fucked over the last month. Which one could it be?
“Emma. You used to work together.”
Lizzie paused for a second but couldn’t remember an Emma.
“I don’t know anyone called Emma. Except …”
Lizzie had a creeping feeling of dread as she recalled the only Emma she knew. “Do you mean Emma the editor?”
“She used to be, yes. Now she’s mostly doing TV.”
“Doing what?”
“Some new reality show. You should know – you’re the star.”
“What?” Lizzie felt goose-pimples rise on her body, despite the warmth of the room.
“Around the World in 80 Lays. That’s why I’ve been following you around and filming you.”
“Filming me?”
Dom raised an eyebrow but Lizzie was so freaked out she ignored him.
“Emma told me you knew all about it. She said we were using hidden cameras to make it look more edgy. To go with the diary footage you were making at the end of each day. But she said you tried to screw her over and I needed to get your laptop with all your footage on it. I wouldn’t usually have agreed but it really fucked me off that you went after her even after she told you that we were an item.”
As Lizzie’s brain started to whirr with the possibilities, she felt the bile rise. Surely there had to be some mistake? But then, it had seemed a bit coincidental that she’d kept on bumping into Belle.
“Babe, I’ve got some bad news for you. I think we’ve both been had.”
It took a fair bit of convincing but by the time Lizzie had repeated her story for the third time, and sworn blind that she’d never been intimate with Emma, Belle was beginning to blanch.
“You mean you didn’t know what you were doing?”
“Well, I agreed that I’d sleep with people for a book. But that’s different, that’s anonymous. There’s no way I’d have agreed to let her film me. Even if I had been her lover.”
“But she told me that it was all legit. And you seemed to be enjoying yourself. Anyway, she said you’d signed a contract.”
Dom had been silent until now but at this, he interjected. “Have you got it on you?”
“What?” Lizzie had almost forgotten that he was there.
“Have you got the contract?”
“It’s on the laptop. Why?”
“Well, it sounds like you might need a friendly lawyer. And we were pretty friendly earlier.”
“You’re a lawyer?”
“Yes. I guess we missed that in our small talk.”
“And you’ll still help me after hearing what I’ve done?”
“It was horny as fuck watching you with all those people. I’ll help. As long as I get to see the footage …”
“Whatever you want, babe. If you can get me out of this, I’ll owe you.”
Ten minutes later, Dom was shaking his head.
“She’s got you. You see this clause here where you say you’ll allow ‘any or all publicity material in audio, visual or any other format’? She can claim it’s PR for the book.”
“And if I don’t give her the book?”
“You have to pay back the money and indemnify her against all losses.”
“Which means?”
“If she was going to make a load of money from the video, you’ll owe her all that money too.”
“So there’s nothing I can do without going broke?”
“Well, there is one thing. But it’ll mean playing dirty.”
Lizzie smiled. “I don’t think I’ve got a problem with that.”
Payback
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Ah, Emma, I was expecting your call.” Lizzie smiled at Dom who was sitting next to her on the leather sofa in her front room.
“And I was expecting you to deliver the manuscript today. Not a sodding legal letter.”
“Quit with the bullshit, Emma. Belle and I had a chat. I know that the book was just a front for you to humiliate me.”
“Oh no, dear. It’s a lucrative contract, too. The humiliation was just a bonus.”
“And you still want me to go through with it? I mean, I can. But if I do, you’re going to end up in prison. Soliciting. It’s illegal. And according to my lawyer, that makes the contract null and void.”
“You agreed to do it. You’re in as much trouble as I am if you go through with this.”
“Check the law, babe. Anyway, I’m prepared to take that gamble. I’m not ashamed of what I did. But I don’t think your bosses would be too happy to know you’d exposed them to so much legal risk. Do you really want to tell your company lawyers that you’re no better than a pimp?”
There was silence at the end of the phone. Then …
“So what do you want?”
“I’ll make you a deal. You destroy the footage. I’ll deliver the book. And you’ll pay me what you owe me.”
“There’s no way it’ll make enough money without the TV tie-in.”
“Oh, I think there might be. But I want the lion’s share.”
“That’s outrageous.”
“More outrageous than making me an inadvertent porn star? Your choice, Emma. But what I don’t understand is why you did it?”
“Then you’re more stupid than I thought. Can’t you remember what it was like when we worked together? I gave you all my contacts and you were the one that got all the promotions.”
“For fuck’s sake, Em, that was years ago. And I helped you too. We were both starting out. That’s the way things work.”
“But if you hadn’t been sleeping with the boss then it would have been me.”
“Simon? You’re having a laugh. That was just office gossip.”
“That’s not what I heard.”
“So you decided to fuck my life up because of some grudge based on bullshit? You’re a sick woman, Emma.”
“Not as sick as you are. I’ve seen the footage.”
“And you’re the only person who will, Emma. I’ll be at your office in ten minutes. You’re going to give me the videos and sign a non-disclosure agreement my lawyer’s drawn up,” Lizzie winked at Dom. “And then we can talk. Or shall I call the police?”
A grunt at the end of the phone indicated Emma’s grumpy acquiescence.
Happily Ever After
A year later, Lizzie was sitting in front of the TV, smiling.
“I think that went well. You?”
“You’re a star, babe. Even if the woman playing you didn’t have an arse as good as yours.” Dom squeezed Lizzie’s pert cheeks as he spoke.
“Bless.” Lizzie kissed the end of Dom’s nose. She was pleased with the way the TV series had turned out. They’d still called it Around the World in 80 Lays, but had fictionalised it, including the full story of Emma’s betrayal. The previews had described her as, “the biggest bitch since Siobhan “Shiv” Roy”. And they were right, thought Lizzie.
“Anyway, time to celebrate, I think. Shall we?” Lizzie stood up and beckoned Dom into the bedroom. “After all, Belle will be here soon. And we need to make sure you’re ready to take the pair of us on.”
“You’re a dirty bitch,” said Dom.
“Too right,” said Lizzie. “And that’s exactly why you love me.”
The smile on his face told Lizzie everything she needed to know.
