The boys threw on some fresh clothes (since they had plenty to begin with) and decided to go out exploring. They had poked around the garage already to know their options and asked for a ride in the limo. It was fully stocked for their ritzy needs (mainly snacks, makeup and booze) and the driver took them for a ride around town. The streets of uptown California (where apparently they were living now) were classy as they could have imagined, and they were randomly lucky enough to be a part of it. Ethan and Jeff weren't exactly born into privilege as much as they were dropped into it, but it didn't mean they couldn't enjoy it.
They ate and drank some more, and eagerly stopped by a few shops. Jeff picked out some charmingly skanky new clothes for Mindy to and Roxi try out, and they stopped for dinner at a fancy Indian place that looked like they had no right in affording. Naturally, they did. They ended up overlooking the beach, enjoying popsicles from a street vendor and winking at the staring young men passing by. After all, it would have been their dream come true if they were in their shoes.
But they had seen their last stop for the night early on, and knew what they had to do when the sun went down. The night life started up, and this was clearly when these women shone.
It was just a scene out of a movie for them when they arrived at Starshine, the biggest and flashiest night club in their neighborhood. Everyone stared at their big black limo as the ladies with minds of men stepped out. Ethan wore a silky, skin-colored dress with random applications of glitter across its surface. Matching cream-colored heels capped off his long and toned legs while pushing up on my already large and perky ass. He had spent over an hour back at the house practicing how to walk with them and get his makeup in any presentable state. A strapless bra was basically there for formalities as his huge breasts kept themselves held up high and proud.
Jeff had gone a slightly different direction. He had gotten a long black skirt and a purple-lined black tanktop, standing out with his deep-purple lips and heavy eyeshadow. He looked more equipped for a rave, with his more simple, flat-heeled shoes, knee-high socks, and an extra stripe of sour-apple green put into his dark hair to keep the red ones company. Mindy had a simple dress or two in her closet, but he felt like this would seem the most fitting.
With the heads turning towards them, they started toward the back of the line; an intense wiggle to Ethan's to accompany the beat, and Jeff skipping merrily along with him. They didn't get far back when a big bald bouncer waved them to the front. They shared knowing smiles and strode back up.
"You girls looking to get in?" asked the baritone brute, and the two looked at each other and shrugged.
"We thought we'd check it out," Mindy giggled playfully. The guard asked for some ID's, which they'd double checked when they left the place.
"Ma'am, you're free to head in, but it says here she's 19. We can't serve minors."
"She's not minor! She's legal!" Ethan insisted, acting shocked by the age of his own daughter. "It's not like the police are going to raid a classy place like this!"
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but the rules are the rules," he insisted. On the one hand, Ethan thought "good for him!" Stand-up guy. He'd met way worse bouncers before they found their college bar back home. But they weren't regular guys anymore. They were women with looks, money, and power leaking out of his million-dollar tits.
"Ohh, come on. Pleaaaase?" Mindy pried. "I won't even drink that much. I promise." The high school girl leaned into him, careful to press her breasts into his brick wall of a chest.
The taller and chestier Ethan leaned in as well, stroking his arm while one ample, plastic tit brushed against his cheek. "We won't cause any trouble. We're here to make friends. You want us to be friendly, right?" Ethan ran a hand down his hip, finally reaching his purse and sliding two hundred-dollar bills into his chest pocket.
Despite how he looked, the man wasn't made of stone: the promise of tits, both giant and barely legal, and a night's pay for looking the other way were too much. He opened the velvet rope for them and stepped aside. "Enjoy the club, ladies."
"Oh, you're a dream," Ethan giggled, rubbing her hand over his chest on the way in. Jeff went so far as to stand on his tiptoes and kiss the well-dressed goon on the cheek before he went inside.
Inside the club, the many voices mixed in with the overwhelming beat. Gorgeous and well-dressed people writhed on the dance floor or lounged near the bar. Low lights flashed and drifted around the room to make everything look wilder and more like a bizarre dream.
"Well? Get out there," Jeff urged, giving Ethan a firm pat on the ass. "Show them what you've got!"
Ethan emitted a gasp that wasn't entirely displeased by the short spanking. "Oh, you know I can't dance, baby," he warned, raising his husky voice over the music. "Not like this, anyway. Mommy needs her medicine."
Ethan had started to pick up on how Roxi must have spoken by looking over and practicing reading her various texts and posts. The voice was coming naturally, but he wanted to really sell it by picking up her manner of speaking and vocabulary. It involved a lot of pet names for everyone, possibly because she'd forget their names, and speaking clearly and confidently. No "ums" or "errs," no matter how stupid it sounded. They strode up to the bar, where they thankfully weren't checked again for their IDs after they'd gone through the bouncer.
"Hi, hon!" Ethan called over the music, resting his hefty breasts on the bar. It eased up the pressure on his back as well as got some immediate service. Tits like that were practically psychic powers when it came to getting attention. "Can I get a hard iced tea for me and my baby? We need something long and hard tonight," he said with a wide, pouty smile to make the innuendo as blatant as his curves. It was the fastest he'd ever gotten drinks, and in a place ten times as crowded as his usual hangouts. When the dark brown liquids came to them, Jeff pulled out a pair of twenties from inside his tank top and slapped them down on the bar.
"It's on me, mama," Jeff grinned at him, taking the drink and sipping daintily on his straw as he spun around, kicking his legs playfully to the beat as he watched the dance floor.
"Of course it is. That's my money, you little brat." Ethan pinched Jeff's cheeks in a spot that didn't have any makeup on it. "I spoil you sometimes. I really do."
"Well maybe if you'd spanked me more, I wouldn't need to find so many guys to do it for me," Jeff giggled back. They chatted and drank down their first orders, starting to loosen up and order a second for good measure. By then, they'd turned enough heads that a pair of young men moved in to pay for them. Between the wine during the day and their sweet cocktail, Ethan was even ready to let them.
"That dress looks good on you," the one handsome and tanned guy told her while Jeff was making eyes with his black friend with the shaved head.
"Everything looks good on me, sweetie," Ethan laughed loudly, taking his second glass of the liquored-up tea for the night. "I'm a Carter. This is my beautiful daughter Mindy, and I'm her even lovelier mother, Roxi."
Ethan went on through the night doing much of the same; they drank and they flirted, and Ethan went on talking about himself (or rather, Roxi and what she imagined she'd talk about concerning herself). He was able to do everything with confidence and shameless bravado, even showing his passing suitor how she could hold his beer in her cleavage. Roxi's body gave him that bold mix of a twisted sort of attractiveness and ego issues that he would never properly understand, egging him on to be as big, loud and happy as he wanted and no one would give him any shit about it because he was rich, sexy, and slutty.
Which lead them down their path for the night. Ethan was having too much fun to say no to anything. He danced with his gyrating figure, never thinking how ridiculous the silicone-stuffed Barbie doll milf might look while trying to twerk on the dance floor. He took all the free drinks and shots his improvised date offered, and had no problem pressing her hand on his thigh or brushing fingers over his fit and muscular arm. Ethan was clear on where the night was going (even through his drunken haze) when he looked over to check on his friend/daughter, finding her sitting in the lap of the darker club-goer with her arms around his neck, making out hungrily and sloppily.
"I think it's about time for my little darling to get to bed," Ethan giggled, turning back to... her man. Whatever his name was. "I can call up the limo. You have a place to stay, handsome? I've always got an extra place to put a guest..."
Ethan was soon stumbling back into his mansion, laughing merrily and holding onto her visitor's arm for balance. Jeff and her boytoy went off towards her room after the limo ride of aggressively taking and guiding the pub-crawler's hands over his body, clearly learning which of his new erogenous zones he enjoyed most.
"Kids, huh?" Ethan slurred, pulling his own guest towards his bedroom. "Gotta raise 'em right. Come on: the man of the house isn't home, and mommy needs someone to play daddy."
Ethan's first time being penetrated was absolutely overwhelming. The big fake tits weren't terribly sensitive to the touch, but the way they bounced and pulled at his body worked every muscle in his chest. It was strange to feel aroused by the man pinning her against the wall with his lips and hips, particularly with a new set of sex organs that were firing on all cylinders. His thighs opened and his hips gyrated as whatever equivalent of feminine instincts he had took over to guide him through it.
It was his first time, but it was a borrowed body, so Ethan went all out with his handsome, nameless friend. His drunk haze and Roxi's mature, experienced pussy let him go for hours, trying every position he could. He was on top, underneath, propped against the wall, and (probably his favorite) on his hands and knees getting his ass spanked and his hair pulled. It hit his clitoris at just the right angle, which was a pleasant and sudden reminder that he did, in fact, have a clit.
That was where his only real orgasm of the night came in; he'd felt a lot of little shakes that felt like miniature ones throughout their fuckfest, but there was no question about that one. His hips hammered back against the stranger's, taking him in as deep and fast as they could manage. Ethan's carefully preened hair pulled out of place into a bleach blonde mess, and he fell off of the hard dick and landed on his tits. He was shivering as his pussy twitched and flexed, squirting over the bedsheets while he barely felt his lover's cum hit Roxi's back and bubbly ass. He was too lost in his moaning and shaking, and when that faded he turned to clumsily grope at her random lover, urging him down to the bed and climbing back on top of him, straddling his face and returning the favor with his fat, enhanced lips around his still warm and sticky cock.
He must have blacked out shortly after, because he couldn't remember the night properly ending. He did wake up with the naked man still in bed with him, big dick and balls still in his face with Roxi's drool trickling over it in her sleep. Ethan jolted back upright, her exhausted lover barely shuffling in his sleep. Ethan tasted sweat and booze on his tongue, and he needed a shower. He considered the man on his bed and what to do about it; the alcohol had helped a lot, but the experience itself wasn't so bad. He ended up patting the man on his stomach.
"Wake up, big boy. I've got shit to do today. I'll call you a cab."
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