[crazyloco]

Chapter Three

The pair chatted for hours over several glasses of wine. Ashley talked about her law practice and a new side venture she was launching that involved legal tech. She had visited Spain during college and had returned in the hopes of rediscovering a bit of her old self that had been lost somewhere along the way.

Maria was a Spanish art dealer, presently living in Barcelona, though it sounded as though she had lived throughout Europe. She was presently looking for new artists whose work she might display at a gallery where she worked. After nearly two and a half hours, there was a natural break in the conversation, and Maria excused herself to go to the bathroom.

In that span of time, the small space had gotten much more crowded. The men were an eclectic group: businessmen, artists, a couple of guys who could pass as plumbers. The women, much less eclectic. For the most part, they looked the same: they were all gorgeous, with perfect hair, perfect bodies, perfect make-up and scantily clad. Ashley eavesdropped on a nearby conversation while Maria was gone and discovered half of the other women were lingerie models. Apparently, Andres had a type.

“It’s getting too crowded in here,” Maria said when she came back from the bathroom.
“Do you want to go somewhere a little more cozy?”

“Sure,” Ashley said. “That would be great.”

“Come with me,” Maria said, taking her by the hand again. Maria pulled her out of the booth but, instead of heading toward the door where she had come in, Maria pulled her towards the back of the room. Now that Maria was walking in front of her, Ashley could see that Maria’s short, form-fitting dress left nothing to the imagination. Her ass looked amazing in it, and Ashley thought back to rubbing lotion on it at the beach. She wondered whether she might have the opportunity to do that again, but then, surprised at herself, shook the thought away.

It was slow-going through the crowd. At one point, a random woman stopped Maria to say hi. Maria greeted her like an old friend and, within a moment, they were kissing. After a moment, they had their hands on the other’s bodies, and Ashley felt a pang of jealousy before she was knocked out of it.

A hand (perhaps two) had squeezed her own ass, lifting her skirt a bit in the process so that the bottom of her ass cheek was definitely showing. It was hard to tell in the darkness whose it was. She turned, looked around to those beside her, but no one took her responsibility, and there were too many people around to single anyone out definitively. Before she could start walking again, she felt her ass cheek squeezed again, and the skirt rode up yet again. She could feel that the entire bottom half of her ass was out, but she was more focused on finding out who had grabbed her. She turned again, and this time identified the culprit who was smiling at her: one of the most beautiful women in the bar and, clearly, one of the models. She stood nearly six feet tall, with short blond hair and piercing icy blue eyes. She wore a tight pair of white jeans and a mostly see through gold shirt. She wore no bra, and her tits were quite clearly visible through the thin mesh. Ashley did a quick examination: natural C-cup, with pink, medium-sized nipples bigger than her own. Her nipples were erect, and something had clearly turned her on.

“Hola bella,” she said as she pulled Ashley toward her. Ashley’s skirt was still halfway up her ass, her heart was racing, and she was not quite sure how to respond.

“Basta!” Maria said, coming to the rescue. Apparently, she had sensed that Ashley had gotten caught up in the crowd and had come back. Apparently, Maria’s own dress had been pulled up in the fracas, but, unlike Ashley, Maria was not wearing any underwear. Though the light was still dim, her pussy was on full display. It looked much like it had earlier in the day: smooth, clean, with a thin landing strip of pubic hair down the center. Like Ashley’s, it, too, looked like it was wet.

She grabbed Ashley’s hand, and declared “Ella está conmigo, vale?”

The model moved a few steps away, and there was enough of a clearing in the sea of people for Maria and Ashley to make their way. “Let’s go,” Maria whispered to Ashley as she pulled her own dress down. Ashley followed suit.

The parting of the patron sea lasted for less than a second. As Maria led her through the crowed, Ashley could see random hands grabbing Maria’s ass and a few on her tits as well. Maria paid them no mind, so when people started grabbing her own ass again, Ashley followed the same approach. Still, when a hand grabbed her tit, it was too startling to do anything but jump.

After what seemed like an eternity, they finally reached the back of the club. Sitting on a stool by the back stairs was a thirty-year old wearing a plain white t-shirt and mesh pants. Like Maria, he wore no underwear, and his enormous cock was plainly visible. It was circumcised, at least 10 inches long and thick as the day is long.

“Está aqui?” Maria asked him without missing a beat.

The guy looked at Maria for a beat and then Ashley. His eyes moved up and down her body taking in every detail. He motioned at her shirt.

“I’m sorry,” Maria leaned over and whispered in Ashley’s ear. “I didn’t realize Andres would have his…bodyguard here tonight. I promise we will have an amazing night, but we need to get past him first and that means placating some of his demands.”

“Okay,” Ashley nodded.

“He wants your shirt,” Maria finished, the exasperation in her voice somewhat noticeable.

“Oh,” Ashley said. She looked around. Most of the club patrons were behind her, but a few were still close enough and facing her. If she took off her shirt now, three or four people would get a very good view of her mesh bra. But, given Maria’s instructions, she didn’t think she had much of a choice. Besides, she told herself, it was dark enough that no one would be able to see any details beneath the mesh.

Wanting to act quickly—before she thought about whether she had the nerve to do it, only to discover that perhaps she didn’t—she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She took a step forward and handed her shirt to the bodyguard who smiled back.

“Está es la muchacha de la playa?” he asked Maria.

“Si,” Maria responded flatly.

“El culo,” he demanded.

“Sergio, baste de gastar tiempo,” Maria chided.

“El culo,” he repeated.

Maria stepped over to Ashley. “I’m really sorry. He wants you to lift your skirt and show him your ass.”

Ashley took a step back. Wearing a thong bikini on the beach among a mass of strangers (many of whom were also wearing thong bikinis) was one thing. Standing a foot away from some stranger while he specifically looked at your ass in a thong was something else entirely. And for what purpose, exactly? Her mind started racing, wondering whether, in fact, it had been a good idea to come tonight after all.

Maria could sense the discomfort and turned Ashley so that her back was to Sergio. She put her hands on Ashley’s hips, tilted her face and looked at Ashley in the eyes. “It won’t be a big deal. Just pretend he’s not here.”

Before Ashley could protest, she felt Maria’s lips on hers. That scent of vanilla hit Ashley’s nostrils, and Maria’s tongue moved gently across her lips. She could feel Maria’s hands drop off her hips and to the bottom of her skirt. She could feel the bottom of the skirt rising, little by little, until she could feel that her skirt was around her waist, her ass on display for Sergio’s approval. Ashley had lost track of her own hands. They had floated absentmindedly for a moment but had found their way to Maria’s own hips. Their bodies pressed together for a moment, tits on tits, which felt good. A few more moments passed, and, as she pulled away, Maria pulled Ashley’s skirt down.

“Idiota,” Maria spit out at Sergio as she pulled Ashley past him. Ashley looked at him as they passed. His grin was visible and, although, Ashley thought it impossible, his cock was even bigger now, clearly excited by the happenings of the last few minutes.


As they pushed on, Ashley could finally see where they were headed—a back door which she presumed led to the outside world. Her heart skipped several beats as she contemplated stepping out into the Barcelona night wearing only a tiny skirt and a mesh bra. Mercifully, though, the door opened up into a narrow stairway that was as poorly lit as the bar they had just come from. Maria walked up the stairs first. Ashley’s eyes followed her ass cheeks all the way up to the small landing at the top. There was a single door that Maria pushed opened. She led Ashley inside and closed the door.