Steel Drum Carnival Ch. 02

Posted: September 22nd, 2010 | Author: Patrick | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story |

I have found, from past experience, if you find the kind of girls who will take care of a customer’s dick, the customer will later take care of you.

The naked dancing continues and the foreign guys are now enabled to select a non-dancing dancing girl and take her over to the inflatable beds and show the girl how they do it back in the old country.

The girl, in turn, shows them how we do it over here in the wild west. OK, maybe the girl is a bit over the top for how we do it here in the wild west. However, there are no complaints from the foreign guys!

I like to think of it as a sort of cultural exchange. The nice part about this cultural exchange is that, if you do it wrong the first time, you can always try again later with no penalty.

As the party progresses, it gets more and more out of hand. The foreign guys have all the booze and all the girls they can use. In fact, an impartial observer might decide that they have more booze than they can use. However, I did not invite any impartial observers to the party. They say every party has to have to have its pooper, but not my party!

After some dancing and quite a bit of rum, many of the foreign guys are naked. All of the foreign guys are drunk. However, it is the kind of happy drunk that good rum and naked ladies cause.

We have limbo contests involving the foreign guys. The contests do not yield very good results as the foreign guys are too drunk to limbo. However, nobody minds, especially since the ladies are awarding pussy as a booby prize. The booze flows, the pussy struts and the party is degenerating into the kind of drunken brawl that legends [and lucrative contracts] are made of!

However, it is too soon to let things fall apart. Anybody can throw a drunken brawl. However, I want my customers to have something much more memorable.

Enter the white ladies with their long, flowing gowns and even silly little parasols that they carry and twirl.

The band plays a rather slow number and the white ladies dance and sway gracefully to the rhythms. Of course, after the black and the gold ladies this is not going over too well with the foreign guys. They look over at me with a what-the-fuck look. I just give them the sign to be cool and that all is well.

Suddenly, a black girl and a gold girl are dancing along with the white ladies. The new girls are naked and are swaying, jiggling and showing that they are most definitely not female impersonators.

The white ladies try to gracefully out dance the newcomers, but the cheers and catcalls are all for the naked girls.

The white ladies prove not to be good sports. Instead of continuing their proper graceful dance and losing the contest, they pitch their parasols and take off their dresses. Mind you, they don’t just dump the dresses on the sand, they tease then off a bit at a time with style!

Now, you might think that a lady teasing off a dress would be no match for a lady who is already naked. Then again, you are wrong here and that is why I am a Department Manager and you are just a peon. Naked is good. However, a little tease and strip does not yield naked, it yields nude. Naked is good, nude is sensational! [The difference between good and sensational flows right to the bottom line of Aardvark Defense!]

OK, the white ladies prove to be wearing rather fancy bras and panties under the long, flowing dresses. Now, despite the proper demeanor of the white ladies, the bras and panties are not the conservative white that one might expect in such a situation. In fact the bras and panties are black lace, with so much lace that they might be described as skin color, rather than black.

Of course, the thrill of the strip fades quickly and the naked girls counter attack! The naked girls start to win again. This last is despite the fact that the white ladies are showing a considerably more energetic dance than previously.

The sneaky white ladies then stage a counter attack of their own! They tease off their bras. In the process they prove that white tits jiggle just as well as black tits or gold tits. The black and the gold ladies try to win the jiggle contest, but the best they can do is a hard-fought draw. The customers, tit judges each and every one, however, are winning big here.

If tits aint gonna’ win a contest, there is always good, young pussy! The naked girls show that they have that commodity in plenitude!

Once again, the white ladies are losing. However, the sneaky white ladies then tease off their panties and then do a tease show with the little scraps of lace, alternately hiding and revealing their white pussies. Tease here reveals more pussy than it conceals. [If you wonder how a lady can tease next to an already nude lady, you would have to be here and listen to the foreign guys egging on the tease ladies!]

The black and gold girls counter attack again. However, they are already naked and do not tease. Thus, the white ladies are winning again.

Now, the black and gold ladies are available to any of the foreign guys. However, the white ladies are not going to just offer themselves to any man who wants them. Heavens to Betsy no!

As proper white ladies they chose their partners. The method by which they make their selection is to toss their lace panties to the man of their choice. Of course, by some quirk of fate, the two guys selected are the two foreign leaders. [If you wonder about the quirk of fate thing here, I did have some words with the white ladies about the length of the swim home if the two foreign leader guys did not win the white pussy derby. And they say it is hard to communicate with ladies. Not if you know how!]

OK, the two foreign leaders take the white ladies over to the inflatable beds in the bushes. The white ladies walk over to the bushes naked and the two foreign leaders are wearing only under shorts. Of course, the foreign leaders are carrying the ladies’ little lace panties.

One can only imagine what goes on over in the bushes. I mean, these are proper and restrained white ladies. However, strange to tell, the proper and restrained white ladies are, if anything, noisier in the bushes than the black girls or the gold girls.

After the session in the bushes, the couples wash off in the sea.

Then, of course, the white ladies want their panties back. However, to the shock and dismay of the white ladies, the foreign guys discover that their undershorts have disappeared and they will thus not give back the white ladies their panties. Instead these nasty boys wear the panties on their heads.

The naked foreign leader guys escort the poor naked white ladies back to the luau and kind of introduce the white ladies to the rest of the foreign troops. By the end of the tour, the white ladies have been “forced” to let all the foreign guys know what white tits and white pussy feel like.

The black girls and gold girls have not been idle while the white ladies were in the bushes.

Most of the foreign guys are having considerable trouble getting it up after two or three fucks each. Thus, they are experiencing black lips or gold lips on their foreign cocks. The action is in public and the excitement level is running high. Once again, the party is sliding toward total chaos.

However, the rum drinks are starting to take effect. Most of the foreign guys are looped and not too long for the party.

I approach the foreign leaders and tell them that it will not do for the white ladies to go back home nude. Thus, the guys should let the white ladies earn back their panties. And, since the leaders have worn themselves out, they should relax and let white lips work on their cocks.

The poor white ladies are then forced to suck the leaders’ cocks. The white ladies prove to be quite skilled at sucking cock. Despite the recent fucking in the bushes, they are able to bring the foreign leader guys to a climax each. However, the mean, cruel foreign leader guys will still not return the panties to the white ladies.

The black and gold girls are also continuing their lip service of the rest of the foreign guys. However, by now even blow job customers are growing scarce.

The party is winding down and I then wrap things up with my usual style. I have conducted a “panty raid” on the dancers. Actually, I have conducted a bra and panty raid on not only the dancers, but also the white ladies. Of course, in the case of the white ladies, it is only a bra raid.

I distribute the “panty raid party favors” as souvenirs to the foreign guys. Even if the guys are too drunk to perform any more, they will have something by which to remember the party. The value of the souvenirs is enhanced by the low-level complaints from the white ladies about their bras and panties being stolen.

I suddenly announce that the boat will be returning to shore at once, “All Aboard!”

The white ladies have to run over and put their long flowing dresses on in front of everyone, to the delight of the foreign guys.

Then, just as we are boarding the customer boat, the black and gold ladies discover that their bras and panties have also been stolen and they blame Enchanted Boomerang. A nasty shouting match ensues, while the real culprits make off with the goods!

On the way back, the leaders tell me that they are not going back to AD in the morning, what can I do?

Well, I have to take care of my customers. Forcing them to come to AD all hung over is not good customer relations. It just so happens that I have a copy of the contract right here in the boat.

One of the leaders and his financial guy sign and all is well in the world of AD.

Well, perhaps things are better than just well. It turns out that the white ladies’ dresses have somehow gotten wet. The wet white dresses are semi-see through. Actually, a bit more than semi. The white ladies are trying to hide themselves, but of course, there is no place to hide on a crowded boat.

We get back to shore and I get the foreign guys into taxis. I have arranged with the taxis that all of them will wait until the leaders’ taxi leaves. I have also made arrangements with the foreign leaders.

As soon as I get everyone in a taxi, the white ladies are all over me. They are mad as hell that their bras and panties have disappeared and what the hell am I going to do?

About this time the taxis roll and the leaders wave the white ladies’ missing bras and panties out the window as the cars roll past.

The white ladies “attempt to chase” the slow-moving taxis to the great amusement of the foreign guys. The ladies’ final gesture, made with one finger completely breaks up the foreign guys as they roll home from a party to remember.

The white ladies stroll back to me and get in my face. They ask if I think the foreign guys really fell for “all that crap?”

I tell the white ladies that I was there and I don’t believe what happened.

As I turn to leave, one of the white ladies asks me how I manage to think up “stuff like the party?”

As I walk away, I tell them, “It’s a gift!”

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