Three Men & a Little Slut

The house itself was beautiful – an old Victorian building with period features, big windowsills and a working fireplace. But when Bella had first arrived, it was a symbol of uncertainty.

She’d been offered her dream job in the music business, but at such short notice that she didn’t have any choice but to move into the first house she found. Bella knew she’d be sharing with three slightly older guys – 30 to her 24 – and they’d seemed nice enough over Zoom. Nerdy, but harmless.

There was Ben, a genius software engineer who could easily afford his own place but enjoyed living with his friends; Elliot, a bartender who kept antisocial hours but made an unbeatable Vesper martini; and Sean, who had an office job in Finance that was either far less or far more important than he made it out to be.

The boys had been friends for ten years, and Bella was finding it hard to penetrate their well-established club. They all got on well enough, but sometimes she felt like she was from a different planet. Her teenage years had involved drugs, dancing, and bad decisions. Her housemates were far more comfortable staying in and playing playstation. They all smoked weed – the one thing she’d been able to use to break down the barriers – but she missed her wilder friends from back home.

It wasn’t until she’d been living with them for two months that Bella found her chance to properly bond with the boys, facilitated by several of Elliot’s industrial-strength Manhattans. Sean had been invited to a stag party, and was bemoaning the fact that it was inevitably going to end up in a strip club.

“Don’t you like strip clubs?” Bella asked.

“I don’t like the idea of them,” Seah replied. “I’ve never actually been to one.”

Bella turned to Ben and Elliot, incredulously, and said

“Can you believe that? 30 years old and he’s never been to a strip club.”

The silence said it all.

“Oh my God, none of you have?”

Elliot just shrugged. Ben tried to intellectualise it.

“I don’t want to perpetuate the idea that women are only for men’s pleasure, you know?”

Bella laughed loudly, and picked up her phone.

“They’re not just for men’s pleasure, believe me. And at twenty to thirty quid for a three minute lap dance, who’s exploiting who?”

“I guess I just never felt any curiosity. Seems like a weird environment,” said Sean.

“Oh, it is,” Bella agreed. “But then you get drunk and suddenly you’ve got a pair of tits in your face and you forget all about it. Right.”

She turned her phone to the boys. On the screen was a heavily airbrushed photo of a woman with unfeasibly large breasts squeezed into red lingerie, and the words “Candy Lounge”.

“This place is a 5-minute cab ride away and I reckon you’re only one more cocktail away from being able to enter it without having a panic attack.”

Sean and Ben mumbled a vague protest, but Bella was adamant.

“I’ll buy you all a dance,” she said. “And if you still hate it, we’ll come straight home.”

Two hours later, the four housemates were sat around a table in Candy Lounge while a waitress in her underwear handed out their drinks. They’d all opted for neat whiskey. Doubles.

The club was classy as strip clubs go – it had black leather furniture and was perfectly lit; not too dark to obscure the half-naked dancers milling around the club but dark enough that it felt somewhat forbidden. Bella’s presence made their table a magnet for the dancers, assuming she was with a boyfriend and wanted to buy a dance together.

A Romanian girl calling herself “Eternity” was perched on Bella’s chair, asking each of the boys if they wanted a lapdance. She had long, bleach-blonde hair and a toned, slim but strong body acquired from hours of dancing each week. Although technically dressed, she wasn’t leaving much to the imagination and the boys eyes’ flitted nervously from her outrageous cleavage – big natural breasts squeezed into a strappy leather top – to her naturally-pretty but heavily made-up face. She could read them like a book.

“First time at a club, am I right?” Eternity asked.

The boys nodded.

“I’m teaching them how to have fun,” Bella explained, reaching for her purse. “So, who’s going to have a dance from Eternity? Because if you don’t, I will.”

Sean stood up. “I guess I need the practice,” he said, kidding nobody. He’d been sold the second they walked into the club.

Eternity took his hand and led him through a small black curtain, behind which the boys caught a glimpse of the other side: girls in various states of undress, and the smiles on the faces of the men in whose laps they were writhing.

“Pick out your dancers, boys.” Bella said. “Because I can guarantee that when Sean gets back, he isn’t going to want to leave.”

Sure enough, Sean reappeared four minutes later with, a huge smile on his face and both hands covering his crotch.

“So,” Bella asked, “How are you feeling about strip clubs now?”

“I’m… I’m going to need to get some cash out.”

Following Sean’s lead, Ben and both let Bella buy them their first dances and within an hour the group was as aroused as they were drunk. Bella in particular had been matching the boys drink for drink so she was ecstatic when they bought her a double-dance with Eternity and a brunette called Hope. As the two girls took turns going down on each other in front of Bella – in her lap, on the floor, and eventually standing over her face – she became more and more wet until the urge to touch herself was almost unbearable.

“OK, time to leave,” she said as soon as she returned to the table. The boys briefly protested, but all of them had spent far too much money.

The cab ride home was strangely tense, with all four of them sitting in silence. As they filed through the front door. Ben, Sean and Bella headed straight for the stairs, but Elliot stood in their way.

“Is it just me or was that journey incredibly awkward?” He asked.

Silence.

“Let’s have a smoke and talk about tonight,” Elliot suggested. “Or are you all going straight to bed to wank yourselves unconscious?”

Ben and Sean looked at each other, and then at Bella. She laughed.

“Don’t censor yourselves on my account. In fact, I’m just going to say it – that lapdance made me INCREDIBLY wet.”

She enjoyed the boys’ shocked expressions. She had been so turned on by what she’d seen that she was now ranking them in order of fuckability. Elliot, Sean, Ben. Ben was the best looking by some distance, but she’d seen Elliot work and knew he was good with his hands.

He was still blocking the stairs, but Bella clocked his eyes flickering over to her breasts – on display in a low-buttoned shirt. She pushed herself against him and he looked down, staring into her cleavage as it squashed into his chest.

“And, yes. As a matter of fact I was planning to go straight for my vibrator.” She could feel Elliot’s hard-on, pressing against her thin, skin-tight leggings. To her surprise, she was enjoying it. “But a smoke first sounds good.”

Elliot’s room had become the de facto smoking room, mainly because he was the only one of the four who could show up to work stinking of weed without risking his job. The room itself was ‘cosy’, with most of its space taken up by a double bed at one end and a desk with a large, vintage leather chair at the other. Elliot put on a 90s hip-hop playlist and nodded along as he lit a joint.

Ben and Sean sat on the floor, leaving only the bed for Bella. She perched on the edge, holding court over the boys. As the joint made its way around the room, the tension lifted. It was Sean who properly broke the conversational silence.

“When you’re having a lapdance, is it like… rude if you get an erection?”

The others laughed in unison.

“I mean, it’s literally their job,” said Elliot. “If anything, it’s rude not to.”

“Bella, is it a compliment?” Ben asked.

“Depends on the guy,” She replied, with a smile. “But generally, yeah.”

“Well, anyway,” said Ben. “I’m glad I’m wearing loose jeans.”

“Oh, they can still tell,” said Bella. She took a long puff on the joint and passed it down to Sean. “Trust me.”

Ben stood up, and pulled at his skater-style jeans to demonstrate how baggy they were.

“Loads of room to hide,” he explained. Bella shook her head, and patted the edge of the bed.

“Sit here.”

Ben did as he was told, sitting on the edge next to Bella.

“No, like they made you sit in the club.” She stood up, and moved his arms so he was leaning back slightly. She turned her back to him and started dancing to the Dr. Dre track that had just started playing, facing Sean and Elliot as her hips rocked back and forth, side to side.

She stepped back and lowered herself onto Ben’s lap, still moving her hips, until her ass was pressing into his crotch. She moved back and forth, up and down in time to the song until she could feel his cock pressing into her.

“I rest my case,” she said triumphantly. But she kept grinding against Ben, shifting slightly until his telltale bulge slipped between her legs, pressing her clit through her leggings. She was still moving back and forth, but it wasn’t Ben she was trying to get off. She pushed against him harder.

“OK, point taken,” Ben said, pushing her onto the bed. He played it off as if he was annoyed, but Bella could tell from the look in his eyes that he was turned on. Too turned on.

Bella wasn’t giving up her own pleasure, though. She rolled off the bed, stepped over Sean, and lowered herself onto Elliot, her hips still swaying in time to the beat. She was only grinding against him for a few seconds before she felt his body respond. His cock felt pleasingly thick as she stroked her pussy over him, getting wetter by the second.

Sean was looking up at her, speechless. She stepped off the chair and dropped to her knees.

“Are you feeling left out?” She asked. Sean nodded silently. She slid onto his lap facing him, putting her arms around his neck as she rubbed herself against his already rock-hard cock. Bella was prioritising her own pleasure, using Sean as a toy for her clit. She needed to come, badly. Sean, however, was not used to this level of stimulation and it wasn’t long before he pulled Bella’s head down so he could whisper into her ear.