Bridget and I had been going out for a couple years, but this was the first time I was going to meet any of her friends from Chicago, which is where she grew up. She and I had been long distance dating, I lived in San Diego, she was living in Phoenix. Bridget was a gorgeous blonde in her late 30's. She had the perfect hour glass figure, 34D breasts, tiny waste, and a butt that made women envious.
Bridget was a successful nurse, but what I really admired was her passion for her work. She was self-made, unlike me. I went to an all-boys, catholic high school, graduated from a fairly prestigious university and went on to get my law degree. My parents, however, helped me financially. Bridget, on the other hand, did everything herself.
This brings me to Bridget's past, including her Chicago friends. Prior to becoming a nurse, Bridget worked at a strip club. She started out as a cocktail waitress, but quickly realized the real money was being made by the ladies on stage. Despite being shy, she forced herself to give it a try. She'd later admit to me that alcohol helped her adapt. I know everyone always here's the cliché that a lot of strippers say they are just earning money to become a nurse, but Bridget actually did just that.
While working at the club, she became close with quite a few of the girls, some of which became lifelong friends, including Vanessa. Vanessa, also a blonde bombshell, did not have Bridget's hour-glass figure, but was very pretty and could shake her ass better than any other dancer at the club. Even though she had small natural breasts, she had a very athletic build and beautifully toned legs. Prior to me meeting Vanessa, Bridget told me she was very sweet, but extremely naive and not the sharpest tool in the shed. In fact, Vanessa admitted she always wore a digital watch because she never learned how to read a dial. As a result, she often asked Bridget to tell her what time she had to go on stage.
Bridget not only learned she could overcome her shyness, but also, she had an attraction for women, including Vanessa. This of course, aroused my curiosity when we first started dating. She told me stories about her, Vanessa, and other girls going to clubs after work, which led to bi-sexual exploration. The girls would go back to each others homes, or sometimes with an unknown male partner for the night, where they would engage in love making sessions that sometimes-resembled orgies. Her stories usually resulted in us making wild passionate love, during which she would ask me things like, "you want to see me fuck Vanessa, don't you?" I, of course, responded, "Fuck yes I do."
In addition to exploration of her bi-curious nature, Bridget discovered another vice, Ecstasy. In case you've never heard of it, Ecstasy is a synthetic drug that alters a person's mood or perception and is often used at dance clubs, which are called "raves." People often refer to it as a sex drug because it causes you to become very stimulated by touch and lowers your inhibitions. Well, from the stories Bridget told me, it definitely lowered hers. When she first told me that she had taken it, I was a little nervous, given my catholic school boy upbringing, however, when I finally tried it with her, I realized just how amazing it could make you feel. That's an entirely different story.
Bridget shared with me several stories about her and her girlfriends going to raves, using Ecstasy, and fucking all night long at someone's home. During one of these stories, she introduced another character to my already stimulated fantasies, Randy, which was Vanessa's boyfriend. Randy was a truck driver, who Bridget said was kind of an asshole, but Vanessa's friends tolerated him because of her. Despite the fact he didn't treat Vanessa very well, she stayed with him because they had children together. From what Bridget explained, it was clear there was quite a bit of drama in this relationship.
I picked up on something else when she told me stories about Vanessa. It was clear Bridget enjoyed being dominant over her. Of course, it was obvious Bridget was more intelligent, but there was something else. Bridget enjoyed being Vanessa's, and the other girls, protector. She also enjoyed the fact she could control them and dominate them sexually. It was apparent to me from her stories, Bridget was definitely not used to being submissive when it came to other women.
Using my knowledge from freshman psychology, which I completely hated, I quickly surmised this may be why Bridget disliked Randy so much. From what Bridget explained, Randy had a better hold over Vanessa than she did, which created a kind of struggle for control between them. While Bridget was friendly to Randy for Vanessa's sake, it was clear Bridget did not care for him or the way he treated her friend and lover. She especially hated the fact he lied and cheated on her.
Now here's where my psychology 101 really kicked in. Despite her dislike for Randy, the three of them had fooled around on occasion. I never really learned how much, but I got the feeling Bridget would never let Randy fuck her, despite his desire to do so. I also got the feeling that Randy was using Vanessa to influence Bridget into having a three-way, which Bridget resisted. Again, my expensive education led me to believe the resistance to having a three-way with Vanessa and Randy was not because of a lack of desire, but instead a power-play. Bridget wasn't going to let Randy get his way.
Then Bridget told me a story that would not only lead us to having amazing sex, but be the fantasy of many of my masturbation sessions. I'll try and relay this story as accurately as I can, but I'm afraid my imagination and desires have probably enhanced it's telling. Vanessa, Randy and Bridget went to a club together to celebrate Randy's birthday. While there, Bridget and Vanessa were their usual flirtatious selves, dancing together in their skin-tight dresses. I can only assume this was driving Randy crazy, hoping he would be able to take them both home that night for an Ecstasy induced three-way, fuck session.
While dancing, Vanessa tried to convince Bridget to give Randy a birthday gift by having a threesome. Bridget consistently told her no, she wasn't interested. Knowing Bridget the way I do now, I imagine her rejection was not at the act itself, but more because of the powerplay between her and Randy over Vanessa. Despite Bridget's consistent negative reaction, Vanessa continued to try and convince her. I envision Vanessa rubbing up against Bridget as they danced and kissing her seductively on the dance floor while Randy watched intensely, hoping Vanessa could change her mind.
At some point, Bridget and Vanessa walked back to the bar, where Randy was having a drink. Now, here's where things get pretty fucked up. Bridget told me she has no idea what happened, but she can only assume Randy or Vanessa stuck something in her drink, but she has no knowledge what it was. After consuming a cocktail that one of them hand given her, she lost all recollection of what happened next. She doesn't remember leaving the bar, getting into a car, or driving back to their house. The next thing Bridget remembered is being on all fours in their basement while Randy fucked the shit out of her from behind and Vanessa watched.
As she described the scene, I didn't have any hatred for Randy, nor was I upset by the non-consensual nature of the way it took place. Instead, I imagined my gorgeous girlfriend being fucked doggy style while her beautiful submissive lover, Vanessa, watched. It was also obvious to me, as I'm sure it was to Bridget, that while Vanessa may not have put the Mickey in Bridget's cocktail, she was certainly a co-conspirator to the betrayal. I imagined Bridget's anger, but also her arousal, knowing Randy had won as he fucked her from behind while Vanessa watched, stimulated at the scene of her man fucking her dominant lesbian lover.
When Bridget told me this story, it did not appear she was angry at the fact she had been drugged, or the fact the three of them had sex, which apparently, they did several times after that session. What appeared to really piss her off, was the fact Randy had won the power struggle and been able to fuck her, despite her resistance to the contrary. Again, I'm not a psychology expert, but I think what really upset her was that Randy was able to convince Bridget's submissive, Vanessa, to aid her in this betrayal.
Now, here we are at Randy and Vanessa's front door and I'm about to meet this drama couple for the first time, with full knowledge of this fantasy I've been harboring. As Vanessa opens the door, all I can think about is the three of them having sex and the Freudian analogies I'm about to experience. As Vanessa ushers us inside, she politely kisses me on the cheek and says how happy she is to finally meet me. Vanessa is exactly how Bridget described her, approximately 5'4", petite, with a killer athletic build. As I look at the two of them, I can see they are doing their best to be PC around me. They also kiss on the cheek, which you can tell is awkward for the two of them.
As we enter the living room, I notice a man who I assume to be Randy walking toward us from the back of the house. He is about 5'10", muscular build, blondish hair, but with a bit of gut. Randy is the kind of guy I envision who goes to the gym to lift as much weight as he can with no concern over cardio or what he eats. I, on the other hand, am 6' with a much leaner build. I love to lift weights as well, but I'm more about super-sets and like to incorporate yoga and cardio into my routines.
As Randy extends his hand to shake mine, I have no anger towards this man for tricking my girlfriend into a three-way with Vanessa, but instead jealousy that he was able to somehow pull it off. I know that must seem pretty fucked up, but after listening to Bridget's stories and realizing they had consensual sex several times after this event, it's hard for me to believe her resistance towards Randy's desires were nothing more than about principal and her refusal to be conquered by this asshole.
