The Dancer, Part Sixteen
Part Sixteen
“FOUR.”
Before I could fully process Zoey’s words, as I was still dealing with the horror of how I was exposed to the entire party and whatever devices were capturing this on picture or video, I felt the young blonde’s hands snaking around my body again. She gripped my bare breasts all over again, only this time it wasn’t for me. Rather than going for another aggressive squeeze, she shoved my boobs together to create an excessive amount of cleavage for our audience, before letting them drop. I gasped in embarrassment as they slightly bounced when gravity couldn’t take them any farther, and then Zoey firmly gripped my sides.
“THREE.”
Still poised by my ear, she sternly whispered, “Turn!” To show me what she meant, her hands began roughly swiveling me towards her. Reflexively moving my feet to keep my balance and avoid falling over from the unexpected jostling on the table that wasn’t particularly wide when two girls were on it at the same time, I followed her forceful movements until she and I were face to face. I was very much not dancing at this point, mostly due to the fact that I was still reeling from the fact that I had been unexpectedly stripped. Zoey yanked me in and we were suddenly in a deep embrace with my bare chest pressed up against her bra-clad breasts. As uncomfortable as the situation was, considering my own sexuality, I still ended up reluctantly wrapping my arms around her. My grip was a lot more hesitant than hers, especially since there was only bare skin to hold with how undressed she was. It wasn’t just my hands that had to deal with that, either. Her stomach was flush with mine, and there was plenty of thigh connection as well due to how she had maneuvered the two of us before pulling me in for what now appeared so much more passionate than a simple hug.
“TWO.”
Surely Zoey could see the mortified look in my eyes as she pressed her forehead to mine and gave me a flirty smirk. Or perhaps that was more for the crowd, as she clearly enjoyed putting on this show that involved her shamelessly stripping down as well. The difference was, Zoey was the kind of girl who liked strutting around in provocative outfits. Or, in this case, letting herself be just as caught on camera as I was while dancing in lingerie after being stripped by another girl. But of course she didn’t care. She was eighteen, overtly bold, and even had a channel where she danced suggestively while not technically ever being fully exposed to make a little extra cash. If anything, this would just be extra content for her. “Kiss me like you mean it, Bella,” Zoey murmured.
“ONE.”
Swaying left and right and using her hands to get me to match as we remained pressed together in a dauntingly intimate way, she added on, “If you don’t, say goodbye to your thong.”
I had absolutely no time to think. The moment she hit me with the threat, the room erupted in cheers as the clock struck midnight. Losing my bra had been bad enough; I couldn’t begin to fathom the thought of being truly naked in front of an entire room of people. Half strangers, half former classmates, all seeing the last shred of privacy I had left. My thong had basically already allowed everyone to see my ass for the last half hour, and Zoey had ensured that my boobs were both bared to the party and displayed in a variety of ways to everyone. Desperately wanting to avoid that last bit of modesty to be taken away from me, and unable to weigh the pros and cons in the span of a single second, I impulsively along with what I had been informed a while ago was part of this degrading ‘job’ that I had stupidly agreed to even after Autumn cleared up the miscommunication–a midnight kiss.
Throwing caution to the wind, I initiated the kiss myself.
My lips crashed into Zoey’s, and we were instantly making out far beyond any first kiss I had ever had with a boy. Locking lips again and again with each other, it didn’t take long for the two of us to find a rhythm. Though I had been the one to kick things off, Zoey quickly took the lead when she felt the subtle reluctance from my side. Because I wasn’t actually into girls. Because I didn’t kiss people in front of an audience. Because this was wrong on so many levels, and not remotely what I had signed up for. Even when I had caved and affirmed that I would be the party’s stripper in the name of being ‘professional’ and keeping Autumn from being screwed at the last minute, I was only supposed to go down to my bra and underwear! Like a bikini, or a skimpy dance routine outfit. Not fucking topless, and full on making out with a girl to avoid being stripped further. And yet, I persevered. Because at this point, I was in way too deep.
The whole room was cheering. It was difficult to tell if that was more because we had reached the end of the countdown, or if two barely dressed girls were kissing after so much build-up. I mostly couldn’t tell because I had lost all sense of time. Had Zoey and I been going at it for five seconds, or five minutes? The latter would make a lot more sense in terms of the crowd being hyped at the overlap between the midnight celebration and the sapphic scene before them. Ultimately, it didn’t matter. Zoey was the one driving things at this point, and she would be the one who decided when we were done. If I cut things off too early, I would have made out with her for nothing. And between Autumn, Heather, and Zoey, I had to do whatever it took to avoid all of this getting worse for me.
As for the kiss itself, there wasn’t a great way to describe it. Since I was straight, and was constantly worried about my nudity and the repercussions of this whole evening, there wasn’t any noticeable enjoyment coursing through my body from my first experience ‘experimenting’ with the fairer sex. At the same time, however, I found myself breathless from how Zoey was constantly deepening the kiss and apparently never needing to come up for air. If that weren’t enough, she eventually plunged her tongue into my mouth. My squeak of surprise could have been construed as something more than what it actually was, and I found myself suddenly grateful for the pounding music and the noise of the crowd around us. Zoey probably heard, but no one else.
I did my best to roll my tongue against hers, feigning all the passion I could muster as I matched her energy the entire time. It wasn’t really possible for our bodies to be any closer together, yet she constantly gripped me and pulled me into her anyway. I reluctantly mirrored her with my own hands, cheeks no doubt crimson as my bare breasts were squashed between us. It’s not what I was used to when it came to pressing my chest against someone else’s, and I had no idea how to deal with another girl’s boobs rubbing against mine.
Zoey finally pulled back, but just enough to give me some false hope. I only had time for half a breath, and then she dove back in and locked lips with me all over again.