Group Sex

By K.B. Stevens

This triple feature of decadent delights features Celebrity Escort Sex, and Erotic Secrets of Hidden Atlantis, and 50 Shades of Brittany. These three very different stories prove that sharing is caring and groups have more fun! Celebrity Escort Sex - Brittany gets ready to take the stage on her first night as a stripper in The Sin Room when a well known Hollywood celebrity request the,"services" of her, and her childhood friend Ginger back at his hotel room. Erotic Secrets of Hidden Atlantis - While crossing the Bermuda Triangle delivery boat captain Marcus Miller stumbles into grave danger in the form of a hidden utopia with an erotic secret. A secret that the inhabitants will protect at any cost. 50 Shades of Brittany - Brittany searches for her inner goddess in Maui when she comes across the very rich, and very charming Tom Collins. But what, or who, was he hiding in his basement dungeon?
Bonus: Take Off Your Top - Unspeakable danger lurks when an aspiring high school model turns to stripping and gets drawn into the life of a wealthy man with a secret mistress and a psychotic wife. This is episode one of the six part erotic mystery The Sin Room.

• Language: English
• Publisher: K.B. Stevens
• Release date: May 14, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310823244

K.B. Stevens

I studied Video/Film at The University of Maryland Baltimore County. Have travelled all over the world to strange places like: Iceland, Turkey, Africa, Bahamas, Mexico, Denmark, Belgium, Japan, France, America, etc. I love anything that involves the outdoors including: scuba diving, water skiing, hiking, biking, kayaking, ice-skating, snow skiing, shooting, sailing, etc. I love movies and reading, and believe that reading/writing screenplays combines the best of both mediums. Lately I have been branching out into other genres of writing like: non-fiction and erotica. I really enjoy putting a story together and hope you will enjoy reading some (all) of my books.

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Copyright © 2014 K.B. STEVENS

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This book is a work of erotic fiction for mature adult audiences only. It is unsuitable for readers 17 and under, and may be offensive to readers of all ages. All characters are over the age of 18 and fictitious; any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Celebrity Escort Sex

Erotic Secrets of Hidden Atlantis

50 Shades of Brittany

Bonus:

Take Off Your Top

Other books by K.B. STEVENS

Celebrity Escort Sex

Some famous people have reputations that aren't deserved; take old Hugh Keffner for example. Everyone thinks because he has crazy sex parties at his Layboy mansion, with tons of beautiful bunnies scampering about half dressed while he pops Viagra like Tic-Tics, that he must be getting a lot of action. I can tell you that's just not reality; you can put all the fuel you want into an old worn out rocket, but some things just won't, launch on a regular basis. Then you have actors like Harley Keen who more than live up to their kinky image. Let me tell you how I came to be acquainted with Harley at a Denver strip club called, The Sin Room.

*****

I was so happy that Ned helped me save Nana's house from foreclosure; it was like a tremendous weight had been lifted, and according to my psychiatrist my anxiety level was back to, normal whatever that means. I was in such high spirits that I was able to get off the Xanax, which was a good thing considering the questionable things that took place at Ned's Pagan party. If it wasn't for all the skinny yellow bars of Xanax I did that night, I don't think I would have let Ned and his buddies help themselves to my treats, like I was a dish of Halloween candy left unsupervised at the front door.

Now with my high-school diploma in my hand I could finally do whatever I wanted to do. If only I knew what that was...or had the money to do it! The only thing I knew for sure was that I wanted to put some distance between me and this rinky-dink town. I needed to reinvent myself, and escape from the slutty reputation I had gained in this backwater farm town.

That's why I was so happy when my phone rang, with a call that would change my life.

"Hello?' I say into the phone.

Can I get your autograph? the female voice says.

Who is this? I question, not recognizing the voice.

It's Jenna's big sister.

Oh, hey Ginger! I nearly scream in joy.

Ginger Delaney was my ex-best friend Jenna's big sister. I always looked up to her because she was so pretty, and super popular with the boys. Plus she was nice to me whenever I was over their house, and even gave me pointers on boys and how to do my make-up and stuff.

I saw that video with you and Mr. Burke; you looked pretty hot! she says, in a way that I'm not sure if she's being serious, or sarcastic.

Oh my god I'm so embarrassed! I say.

I'm not judging you girlfriend; older men are the best, Ginger tells me. So what are you gonna do now that high-school is over? she inquires.

I have no clue, but I gotta get out off Bennett, I tell her.

Actually that's why I'm calling, she says, in a way that makes me suspicious.

I thought you just wanted to razz me about what a slut I am, like your sister did, I say.

Fuck Jena, she's worse than a nun, Ginger says, with a laugh. I'm sorry your guys aren't talking anymore.

She'll get over it, I say, knowing that Jenna will never be best friends with me again now that the entire town thinks I'm a dirty tramp-whore.

I feel sorry for her boyfriend, cuz those legs will never spread! Ginger jokes.

Curiosity overwhelms me. So why were you calling me?

I want you to come work with me, she reveals.

Now I'm really confused. I thought you were with a travelling dance company.

Ginger laughs. That's just what I tell my family. I work at a strip club.

I can't do that, Ginger! I tell her.

That's not what I heard from Ned's brother! Ginger says. You know boys love to brag. And they bragged, and bragged about how much fun they had with you at Ned's Pagan party.

I took too much Xanax that night and things got out of control. The whole night is a little fuzzy to be honest, I state, in my defense.

Fuck it! Us girls have to let our hair down, live it up, and get crazy some times. Otherwise where's the fun in life? she says, quite convincingly.

Thanks for the offer, but It's not for me, I tell her.

I make five to six hundred a night. Paid in cash, Ginger declares quite factually.

Shut the fuck up! I exclaim in disbelief.

No lie.

You're kidding me!

Come see for yourself, she challenges me, what do you have to lose?

I can't drive an hour and a half roundtrip from Bennett; my car would fall apart, I tell Ginger.

Come stay with me, I've got an extra bedroom, and I'm at my boyfriend's place most of the time anyway, Ginger says, it'll be like a high school sleep over, every night of the week.

I mull it over in my head, but I'm already doing the math; five to six hundred a night; that's like $125,000 a year; more than my psychiatrist makes! Ginger was right; I didn't have anything to lose...other than my bad reputation in this redneck farm town. Bye, Bye Bennett Colorado, hello Denver!

*****

Even though Ginger is holding my hand, I feel a little nervous as we step through the front door of, The Sin Room; especially since it was my first time in a strip club ever. Oh my god it was like a friggin' party inside! It was packed with men, women, couples, and dancers drinking, laughing and having a good time.

What do you think? Ginger asks me.

"I thought it was going to be sleazy, but it's totally not! I exclaim in shock.

Are you kidding; this is the classiest place in town, she yells over the music.

She leads me through a side door, down a hall and knocks on a bright red door that says, Manager.

Enter, the deep raspy voice says, through the door.

An overweight light-skinned black man with greenish colored eyes, sits squeezed behind a desk by his large belly in an ill fitting polyester suit that's damp under the arms and at the collar from perspiration. He dabs the sweat from his face and neck with a pink hanky. His breathing is loud and somewhat labored.

This is my friend Brittany I was telling you about, Ginger says. Brittany this is JoJo.

He rises slowly from his creaky chair and takes my hand, kissing it he says, You can call me 'Fat JoJo' everybody else does.

Nice to meet you, I say.

Ginger excuses herself saying, I'll be back in a minute Britt, and leaves the room.

I felt more than a little apprehensive about being left in a room alone with some sweaty fat black man I just met, but he seemed harmless enough.

Britt tells me you just graduated high-school, he says.

Yeah, finally, I say, taking one of the two chairs opposite his desk.

Congratulations! he says, with sincere enthusiasm. I never finished.

Not quite sure how to respond I say, Looks like you're doing alright.

I made almost $300,000 last year, most of it tax free, he brags.

No shit?

Look Brittany, this is the premier establishment in Denver, most of my girls make $500 or more a night; even the lazy ones like Ginger.

That's incredible, I say, still in disbelief.

I got dancers from other clubs falling all over themselves trying to get in here; this place is the Madison Square Garden of strip clubs, shit some of my customers are Hollywood A-listers. But that's only cuz I'm particular about the girls I let work here. What I'm saying is that a girl has to show me she's willing to go the extra mile, so to speak, he says devilishly.

I'm a real hard worker, I tell Jojo.

I have one single solitary opening for a young lady who would like to make a stupid amount of cash just for having fun and talking to rich guys, he explains. Makin' money don't get no easier than this, Brittany.

I talk up my strengths, I'm very outgoing; definitely a people person.

You know we wouldn't even be having this conversation if it wasn't for Ginger, he reveals.

How's that?

She told me you'd be perfect for the job, he says, with a wink.

She did?

She said you were gorgeous, and open minded.

I can only imagine what Ginger must have told him. Probably something about a girl she knows who just had an orgy with four guys, and made an appearance in a nasty old man's viral sex tape, taking his King-Kong-Dong over a nasty green couch.

Jojo steps from behind his desk and takes the seat next to me. You'll never ever get another opportunity like this again in life, Jojo informs me, as he puts his fat hand on my thigh. The job is yours if you want it.

Thank-you, thank-you!

"All you gotta do is pass the, oral exam," he chuckles as he pulls his enormous pants down to his ankles, flopping his smelly old cock over his tighty-whiteys.

What? I say, in mock indignation. "I don't know what Ginger told you, but I'm not that kind of girl.

You mean the kind that likes to make a shit-load of money? he asks.

I'm no whore, but I've certainly sucked nastier dicks than Fat Jojo's; and those nasty peckers weren't offering me the chance to make six figures! So I dropped to my knees and got to work. I grabbed the ebony monster and licked up and down the length of his shaft, flicking my tongue against the hood of his fat black dick. He pushes my head down lower and rests his flabby cellulite leg on my back, and makes me lick his ass crack and balls. I just hope the money is really as good as he says it is.

Now suck it deep as you can, he says. No hands, sugar.

So I oblige, taking his chocolate cock to the back of my throat; good thing I don't have a gag