Party Time

By Big Ed Magusson

A huge party—and they’re the entertainment.

Erin and Jennifer get asked to strip at a bachelor party. Sounds like fun! At least... until the host makes it clear they want more than stripping. But maybe that’ll be fun, too...?

If you like the shenanigans that come with an unexpected orgy, you’ll enjoy Party Time.

A Summer Camp Swingers Universe story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Free Dessert Publishing
• Release date: Jul 9, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005399542

Big Ed Magusson

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Book preview

PARTY TIME

AN ERIN FLORIDA ADVENTURES STORY

Erin smiled when she saw her dorm room door ajar. New semester, new life. Even better, new roommate. She wouldn’t miss Brenda one bit. She couldn’t even hope she was happy somewhere. A part of her still hated that bitch.

She pushed the door all the way open, walked in, and closed the door behind her. Jennifer looked up from her desk and smiled. The boombox next to her played Duran Duran, but at low volume. Jennifer snapped her three ring binder closed and spun her chair around. She’d dressed casually, in jeans and a t-shirt, and she looked as relaxed as Erin felt.

Good class? Jennifer asked.

Yeah. The reading looks interesting.

Cool. Jennifer tapped a textbook on her desk. I’m gonna like this finance class.

Nice. Erin dropped her own backpack on her desk and sank into her chair. So, you’re done for the day?

Yeah. Well, with classes. I’ve got some reading.

Erin nodded. Me, too. But not a lot. Maybe… go to the library?

Already did. Jennifer grinned. But Max is busy tonight. Besides, I, um, thought maybe he could start coming here instead of using the study room. It’s kinda risky.

Exactly. Can’t get caught here.

Yeah, I don’t think my new roommate would be too upset if she walked in on us.

Only if you don’t let her join in, Erin grinned.

Poor Max. Jennifer snorted. She grew more serious. "Say, um, Max asked if we wanted to go to a movie this weekend. Starman. You interested?"

Erin shook her head. But if you wanna go—

Jennifer nodded.

—then go, Erin finished. Have fun.

And… you’re okay with it? I mean, it’s kind of a date. Jennifer looked apprehensive, which made Erin smile.

That’s okay, Erin said. I don’t like him like you do, Erin said. For me, it’s just sex. But if you do like him… go for it.

I don’t know, Jennifer leaned back in her chair and shook her head, but the grin crept into her face anyway. I mean, I thought it was just sex, but… She sighed happily.

"So you are serious. Okay. Well, if you don’t want me to—"

"No! I like watching him with you. Jennifer grinned. It gets me worked up."

Yeah, Erin grinned. I like watching you guys, too.

Jennifer laughed and rolled her eyes. "How fucked up are we?"

How are we fucked up? I mean, who says relationships have to be purely monogamous?

Yeah. Jennifer’s laugh darkened to an unsavory chuckle. I just got the 'good girl’ lecture from my mom over Christmas. You know the one, ‘nice boys aren’t interested in bad girls.’

Oh, God, Erin laughed. I never got that one.

Yeah, your mom’s cool. Mine? Jennifer’s dramatic sigh was Oscar worthy.

Sorry.

Yeah. She’d freak out if she knew about me and Max.

Erin shrugged. That wasn’t all Jennifer’s mom would freak out about.

Yeah, I know. We make our own rules. I kinda like ’em. She paused and stared into space for a moment. Speaking of which… I really had fun at the club.

Last weekend?

No. In Jacksonville.

Oh! The strip club. With the flyboys. I had fun, too.

That one. Have you thought about doing it again?

You wanna do it again? Erin blinked in surprise, but then felt her own pulse quicken.

Yeah, Jennifer said. But… not in a club. Not around here at least. The last thing we need is to get caught.

We could go to Tampa.

Nah. I've heard the clubs there are kind of sleazy.

Not every club is sleazy, Erin objected, Some are really nice. I've been to a few. But we can’t do anything around here.

Right. But… maybe a private party?

Erin frowned but then rocked back in surprise.

Ah. Candy called you, didn’t she?

Yeah. Jennifer had the decency to look sheepish.

And you wanna do it? Oh. My. God!

It’s four hundred bucks. Each.

Erin blinked in surprise.

Candy said they’ll be a couple of us, Jennifer continued, and a driver that’s one of the bouncers at the club. Candy figures we’d only have to do a couple of dances each, and, uh, there’s supposed to be a lezzie show, but she’s already got the girls for that.

Four hundred bucks, huh?

Yeah. Jennifer’s eyes went wide but didn’t quite tip over to a puppy dog’s.

Erin frowned. I dunno. We don’t really know her that well, Erin frowned. Do you trust her?

Yeah, I don’t know why. But I do.

Erin made a dismissive wave. She isn’t the problem. Guys are. I mean, that’s why clubs have bouncers in the first place.

Well, she’s bringing one.

Do you remember which one? Was it the big the guy with the tattoos or the bald guy?

She said he was a new guy.

"Hold on.