The bet was a draw, but Annie now had three lovers all to herself.
Joe seemed surprised at this turn of events. He glanced at Perry Dunlap, caught his eye and said, "Who wants to do a line?"
"I do," Bea replied immediately.
"Good idea," Perry quickly followed.
"It's fine with me," Annie said, making it unanimous.
Joe pulled a small silver case from a secret drawer built into the fireplace.
The two women kissing on the other couch stopped what they were doing and looked up. Bea turned around so Annie could unzip her dress. Underneath the pale yellow dress she wore a bra and panties of the same pastel hue. She and Annie sat down on the couch next to her husband.
"Maria? Connie? Care to join us?" Joe asked the two women on the couch. They got up from the couch and sat on the carpet next to the glass coffee table. Joe nodded at them and opened the case, emptying the contents of a vial on the table.
Introductions were made, hands shaken and squeezed. Maria was a blonde like Bea, roughly the same age, but voluptuous instead of petite. Connie was a slender woman with raven black hair, slightly older, with creamy skin that bore only a hint of makeup. There was something striking about her, a chiseled nose, a delicate chin, and deep blue eyes that seemed to look right through you. The two women sat across from the others, their hands intertwined.
"May I?" Bea asked, her hand on the bodice of Annie's dress. Annie nodded her approval, and Bea removed the dress from Annie's lithe body, leaving her in only the purple thong.
"Lovely," she said, reaching over to cup Annie's breasts. "Aren't they beautiful, Perry?" Joe looked up from the pile of white powder he was chopping with a shiny silver blade.
"Wonderful," Perry said and Joe's eyes lingered upon Annie's perfect globes before returning to the white powder.
While he separated the pile into a series of lines, Bea played with Annie's breasts, and leaned down to kiss the stiff nipples. Annie looked over at Joe, who smiled back at her and for a moment Annie furtively wished it were his lips at her breast instead of Bea's.
Joe signaled with a wave of his hand that the coke was ready.
"Honey? You go first," Perry said, handing Bea a rolled-up $100 bill. Then, as she leaned over the coffee table, he held her hair back behind her head.
"Thank you darling," she said, and holding the bill to her nose, placed the other end next to one of the lines and loudly snorted it. She chased it with a sip of wine and handed the bill to Annie. "Annie?"
Annie took the bill, gathered her hair back, and snorted a line just as Bea had. Suddenly, it seemed like the room got brighter to Annie. The music became louder, clearer; the hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she felt a sort of numbness spread from her nose to the back of her throat. Her eyes started to water, and she, like Bea, reached for her wineglass.
"Good stuff," Perry said, taking the bill from where Annie had dropped it and snorted a line. He handed it to Joe who did the same, passing it to Connie when he was done. Maria and Connie held each others' hair as they did their lines. Maria passed the bill back to Perry.
"Next round's on Annie," he said.
"But I don't have any . . ."
"That's not what he means, silly," Bea said. "Here, scoot around sideways." She tugged at Annie's legs, pulling them into her lap and lay her down so that Annie's back rested on Perry's thighs and her head ended up in Joe's lap.
"Hold still, my purple-thonged beauty," Perry said with a wry laugh, then scooped up some of the white powder with a credit card and dumped it between her breasts.
"This round's on you. Literally."
As Perry divided the lines with the card, Joe leaned over to kiss her. Annie could feel his cock growing in his trousers, pressing against the back of her head. She wanted to press her head against it, but Perry was holding her still as he formed the cocaine into lines between her tits.
Bea was the first to lean over and inhale a line from her breast. She licked the remainder and gave her nipple a quick suck before passing the bill to Perry.
He cupped one of her breasts in his hand as he leaned over to snort. Joe went next, licking one of Annie's nipples afterward, just as Bea had done. Then Maria and Connie approached. Maria went first, and instead of giving Annie a quick lick, she leaned over and kissed her. Then Connie did her line, kissing Annie just as Maria had, only deeper and longer; her deep blue eyes lingering on Annie's face afterward.
"We didn't forget you, Annie," Perry said, separating a line of coke from the pile on the coffee table. It was twice as long as the ones he'd cut before, and it took Annie two tries to snort it all. Her eyes didn't water as much as before, but she had this feeling of exhilaration; as if she could have jumped on her bike and pedaled fifty miles, just like that.
"Let's get these off," Bea said, tugging at Annie's thong. Annie stood shyly in front of everyone as she pulled them down over her thighs, but her self-consciousness was gone. She was ecstatic to be with these beautiful people, beautiful people who found her so attractive.
"Oh, what a lovely pussy," Maria said.
"She's shaved her bush the way you do, leaving some hair but not so much as to be troublesome," Connie said.
Annie turned around and noticed that Perry had unzipped his trousers, and his half-hard cock was exposed. Bea's hand guided Annie to the couch and Annie sat down. Bea wasn't done with her just yet and guided Annie's hand to Perry's crotch.
She took his cock in her hand, feeling it grow between her fingers.
"Go ahead, Annie," Bea urged. Annie lowered her head in his lap, and guided his stiffening cock into her mouth. She felt Bea's hands between her legs; curious fingers seeking her sex, probing into her wetness, finding her emerging clit.
Out of the corner of her eye Annie could see Maria and Connie return to the couch where they had been kissing, undoing their bras and peeling off their panties, then laying head to toe, their heads wedged between each other's thighs.
