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I got out of the shower and dried off, Kathy keeping an eye on me. At least she was honest in her desires, and willing to promise not to seek a resolution. I looked through the clothes I'd brought on my trip and found a nice black number with an asymmetric hemline and bodice. It went from knee length on the right side to mid-thigh on the left. The bodice was cut in the opposite direction. It had a narrow strap on the right shoulder and left the other shoulder bare. It showed a good amount of leg and breast on the left side. I put on a lacy pair of panties, but the bodice wouldn't allow for a regular bra, so nothing underneath. Kathy hadn't known what I might have to do, but she looked like she'd prepared for anything from another stroll on the beach to where we were going. She had on a red mini-dress with a chartreuse blouse. She had on sandals instead of high heels, but they were dressy. Due to my height, I tended to stay away from really high heels, but I had black open toed shoes with a one inch heel I could get away with.

Rodney Bay was a couple miles away from the resort, so we arranged for a taxi. I didn't want a record of Roberta arranging for a driver to take us. I sat quietly in the back of the taxi, Kathy beside me holding my hand. It wasn't cold, but I was shivering. We arrived at the club and went upstairs. We both ordered drinks from the bar and took a seat. There were a number of people dancing on the floor, the usual assortment of girls out with their running mates and the guys circling like sharks on the perimeter of the room. Tonight must be Motown night. They were playing a lot of classic rhythm and blues. I pulled out my phone.

We're here. My friend is with me.

Excellent. Why don't you go out on the dance floor and dance for awhile.

With who?

With anyone you want to dance with. I'm not fussy. Nice dress by the way.

If he knew what I was wearing, he was either here now, or had seen me leave my bungalow. I stood up and held out my hand to Kathy. "I need to dance. He said he doesn't care with whom. Dance with me." Kathy stood up and followed me out on the dance floor.

"Who's going to lead?" Kathy said.

"I can lead if I have to. Due to my height, I often took the guys place when I was young and the guys were too shy to dance with the girls."

"Lead on."

Of course, they were playing a slow song, "(Sittin' on) The Dock of the Bay" by Otis Redding. Still we managed to dance fairly close without getting up in each other's grill.

"I haven't danced with a girl in a coons age," Kathy said, "though I have to say, you lead tolerably well."

"Thank you."

Somehow, I expected something to happen, but we danced eight dances without anyone cutting in, or introducing themselves or anything at all. I wondered what the purpose of this evenings exercise was. I started getting thirsty, and decided to sit down and get more information from my blackmailer. We went back to our table and I had a few more sips of my drink. Still nothing happened. What was he waiting for? I sent another text.

So what am I supposed to do? Unless I'm supposed to dance the night away, I don't know what you want.

Now you fuck the person you were dancing with.

I looked at Katherine. No wonder he didn't care who I danced with. He was going to make me fuck whoever it was. Admitting to myself that fucking Kathy might be easier than what I'd expected to happen given she was a friend, I didn't think I could do it. Not because she was a woman, but because she was a friend. Not only mine, but Tanner's too. Even though Kathy would probably enjoy the opportunity, I wasn't going to do it.

No. If I knew what you were going to want, I would have danced with someone else.

What do you mean, no? You know what's going to happen if you don't.

If we're going to play this little game, there has to be a few rules. If you don't want to abide by the rules, you might as well tell my husband right now.

There wasn't any response for several minutes and I imagined photos and movies being sent to Tanner as I sat there staring at the screen. I expected to get a call from Tanner any minute telling me my marriage was over.

What fucking rules are you talking about? I breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe we had the basis for some negotiation.

I feel miserable enough cheating on my husband. I'm not going to compound his pain by fucking his friends or my friends. I don't want all of the people he knows to be laughing at him behind his back because I've made him a cuckold with them. It's strangers to both of us or no one.

I waited to see if my terms would be accepted or if my marriage would be ending in disgrace.

You just made what I had planned for you twice as bad.

Strangers or no one. I have two other conditions as well.

Let's hear them.

Nothing I will do will violate the sanctity of our marriage bed. I will not have another person in the bed I share with my husband. I will accept any other place you want these tasks to take place, but not our bed. He doesn't deserve that. The only reason I'm doing this is to keep Tanner from finding out what you've tricked me into becoming. That means I won't do anything in a public place where I risk him finding out. If he's going to find out, I prefer it be now before things become worse. He doesn't deserve any of it, but those are my terms to continue. Otherwise, do your worst.

All I could do now was wait to see if my blackmailer would accept my conditions. If he wanted to continue taking advantage of me, it would have to be under my rules. I would do a lot to protect my marriage, but there were certain places I was unwilling to go no matter what happened to me.

I'll accept your conditions. This is your new task. You will find two men and you'll allow them to spitroast you between them.

I didn't know what he was talking about. "What's being spitroasted by two men consist of?" I asked Kathy.

"You have one man in your pussy and the other in your mouth. You're essentially cooking on both their cocks like a big roast."

Shit! I almost regretted not fucking Kathy. He was right when he told me it would be twice as bad, because it would be twice as many people.

Where am I supposed to do this thing; on the dance floor? My rule is not in public.

I've reserved the VIP room for you. Grab a couple pieces of meat and bring them to the VIP room. The bouncer will let you in once you give them your name. You're to satisfy them both for at least 90 minutes, unless they can't get it up anymore. A nice piece of ass like you, I doubt they have any trouble fucking you the whole time. You have 30 minutes to comply or fuck you and your rules.

"I have thirty minutes to find two men to fuck me. Can you help me out?" I asked Kathy.

"I'll probably have to beat them off with a stick if they know what they're getting," Kathy replied. "Are you going to fuck them at the table, out in the parking lot, a nearby hotel room or what?"

"The VIP room, wherever that is."

Kathy looked around. "The big guy at the door off to the side there is probably a bouncer or guard of some type. I'm guessing he's there to keep anyone from going into the VIP room who isn't supposed to be there. So the door is probably the VIP room. Who do you want to fuck?"

"Hopefully, someone who's relatively clean. I don't even care all that much what they look like. I don't expect I'll enjoy it anyway. How do I go about finding someone?"

"Go ask someone to dance who you're considering being with. If you like him, bring him back to the table and explain what you need. If they bite, you've got one."

"Could you find one for me? I'll get the other one."

"You want me to pick one? What if you don't like him?" Kathy asked

"Does it make a difference if I like them or not?" I said. "I have to find someone and have sex with them. I'm not looking for a husband; I've got one. Does he smell good? Does he look like he showered before going out? I suppose it would be helpful if his cock wasn't too big as I've got to fuck him for ninety minutes."

Apparently, my predicament was starting to change me. I found myself using fuck and cock far more frequently than I was accustomed to. Using 'making love' as words to describe a sex act with two random strangers who were going to use my mouth and pussy for an hour and a half did not fit what was going to happen. Even kitty didn't feel adequate to the task of describing my vagina.

"Ninety minutes?" Kathy brought me back to the present.

I looked at her. "Or until they can't get it up again."

"Shit, girl."

"Shit indeed. Can you help me out? I've got about," I glanced at the time of the text and the current time, "23 minutes left."

"Okay." She headed toward a group of fellows having drinks at the bar. I looked around and saw two guys at a table with a girl. As I watched, one of the guys and the girl got up to dance, meaning he was a third wheel. I went to the table.

"Would you like to dance?" I asked.

He looked me over like a slab of meat. "Sure, sweetheart." Great, an asshole. Well, I guess I wasn't looking for a nice guy. If he was nice, he probably wouldn't do what I wanted him to do. He got up from the table and led me onto the dance floor. It was another slow song and he pulled me into his arms, mashing my breasts against his chest. His hand went down and grasped my ass. I suppose I had a winner. He'd probably do what I needed him to do. He smelled okay.

"I noticed you dancing with your lady friend. I thought you were a dyke."

"It gave me a chance to look over the guys without getting hit on," I replied. Dyke? He was a bigger asshole than I first thought.

"Smart. And I'm the one you picked. Lucky me."

"Are you with the other couple? Would it be possible for you to get away for an hour or so?"

He grabbed my ass harder. "What did you have in mind?" I could actually feel his cock getting harder as he asked, swelling where he was grinding me against himself.

"Perhaps you could come to my table? I'll explain what I'm interested in there." I didn't want to do this twice.

"Sure. Let me get my drink." He led me back to his table where he picked up his drink, then on to mine. Kathy was already there with candidate number two.

I sat down and the guy pulled up a chair and joined us. He nodded to Kathy and the other guy. Good, some show of politeness. Maybe he wasn't a total dick.

"Listen, I..." All of a sudden I didn't know what to say. Did I explain I was being blackmailed? The elderly gentleman of two days ago hadn't wanted to be part of it until I begged him to help me. What if I lost one or both of these men because they refused to participate. I was running out of time.

Kathy saved me. "She and I have a bet," she said. "One thousand dollars that she won't take on both of you fellows in a spitroast, and another thousand dollars she can't keep you hard for ninety minutes. We've got access to the VIP room over there if you're willing to participate in the bet. The drinks are on us."