Vanilla Sex

The Playground

Chapter 4

The Playground

"Will you stop twitching, girl?" Kingsley said.

"Why are you wearing that stupid wig?" Sury asked.

"Why is this taking so long?" Emma said, ignoring the comments from her friends.

"Are you chickening out? You are; I knew it." Kingsley moaned.

"I just don't understand why I had to sign those forms. It not like they would hold up in court." Sury slapped her hand over Emma's mouth.

"Jesus, do you want to get in or not?" She asked.

"Think of the Playground like Vegas," Kingsley said.

Emma looked at him blankly. "He means what happened at the Playground stays in the Playground. So if the President of the United States was in there, you couldn't tell a soul." Sury added.

"Like Vegas"

"Brent, give up the Vegas idea. Miss Goody Shoes has probably never been to Vegas. "

"God, you're mean, and I highly doubt the President of the United States would be in a bar called the Playground," Emma muttered.

"Thank you, I told you she was a bitch."

"Why am I surrounded by idiots. Stop playing with your dress." Sury said, slapping Emma's hand away from the slit on the side of her dress.

"You can see my underwear." Emma moaned. "It's so obvious. I mean, it's red?"

"That's why we got you the sexy red thong. Men like to be teased; trust me, that will work." Sury said.

"That's so wrong," Kingsley mumbled.

Sury started laughing. "You're playing the man card now?"

"Fuck you" was Kingsley's two-worded response.

Before Sury had a chance to respond, the bouncer walked in. "Ok, you are clear for the first 2 levels. If you want to experience the other levels, you must apply for membership." The bouncer opened the door to let them in.

Sury slapped Emma's hand away from her plunging neckline. "Jeez, I am never letting you two pick out clothes for me," Emma mumbled.

"Oh, sweetie, you will be thanking us after today," Kingsley replied.

"Please, this is the best you've looked in a long time," Sury added.

"I think I need a drink," Emma replied.

"No, you don't. You need a safe word. " Kingsley told Emma.

"Ouch, woman, stop hitting me. I am not your damn punching bag. If I have a black and blue spot on my body, you will be dead." Kingsley yelled at Sury.

Just then, a blonde man came skidding up to the door. "Hello, there, little lady."

Sury started laughing. Emma couldn't help laughing either. It took her a few seconds to get her emotions under control.

"Are you chewing on wheat?" The words were out of Emma's mouth before she could stop them.

In retrospect, it could have been worse. The guy was wearing a Stetson, chaps, and nothing else. Really, if he was trying for Chippendale, he was failing miserably. On the other hand, he was helping her avoid looking at the table where some guy was sucking the shit out of some woman's breast. Oh yeah, too late; apparently, her mind registered that and the fact that a couple was screwing against the wall. Then her eyes fell on the bucket of condoms by the door. Yep, sex was apparently on the menu tonight.

"Holy shit!!!!"

"What's the matter, sweetie?"

Emma continued to watch the couple have sex. The guy was getting slightly rougher with his partner. He was tugging on her hair, and she was moaning like crazy. He was squeezing her nipple with one hand and pulling the other leg higher with his left hand. On top of that, he was pounding into her at about 50 miles an hour.

On the other hand, the girl was doing some yanking of her own. She was pulling his hair out, and if she was mistaken, she was pulling his lip. Of course, she would have to get closer to verify that little fact. She was trying to decide if she was a little bit envious. The guy had a damn fine ass, and the woman was squeezing the shit out of it.

"You can ride me day or night, babe." The blonde cowboy said.

"Please don't start bucking," Kingsley begged from behind the two girls.

"I got a rope too." The cowboy muttered as he tugged on the side of his chap.

He saw the direction of Emma's gaze and said, "Don't worry, sweetie, I'm just adjusting my iron."

"Oh my god," Kinglsey moaned, "please tell me he did not call his dick the iron."

"Dude, where did you go to school?"

"CORNEY ISLAND or the Three Stooges Day Care?'

" Seriously, I'm just adjusting my iron. Us gay people have better pickup lines." Kingsley said.

The cowboy leaned in close and whispered, "My name's Billy Ray."

He was quick; he had his tongue down Emma's throat and his hands around her ass before she could step back. Hell, he did not even give her a chance to respond.