Page 8 of Accidental Orc Daddy
“I didn’t mean that.” I laugh, “I meant big in size.”
“So did I.” Sandra laughs.
“Stop it! You know what I mean, Miss Dirty Mind. I’m just a little thing. The proportions are all wrong,” I tell her.
I think about it for a second, and an odd tinge of excitement washes over me as butterflies flutter in my stomach. How strange. To think that the thought of an orc could ignite such a feeling in me. Ack, it must just be the champagne.
“Another glass?” Sandra asks.
“Yes, please,” I reply with a smile.
“You’re thinking about it.” Sandra giggles.
I blush. “Well, maybe you're right. Maybe my bucket does need a bit of spice.”
“The cars are here!” one of the girls shouts, and everyone rushes, grabbing handbags and downing the last of their drinks. Sandra and I follow them to the waiting cars that will take us down the coast to Good Times.
And in no time at all, we are stepping into the thumping music and flashing lights of the club.
“This place looks amazing!” Sandra shouts to me over the noise.
“Over here!” Macia shouts and signals to the great seats she’s found us.
We all pile into the booth, and the drinks arrive promptly to everyone's delight.
“Oh, nice view,” Sandra says as she nudges me and points toward the outside bar.
“Oh, yes,” Macia adds as they all turn their attention to a group of handsome-looking orcs standing there.
I study their sculpted silhouettes against the bright moonlight, and I must admit they possess the body to make any woman swoon. I sip my drink, enjoying the view, and I can’t help but wonder if what Sandra said about their size was true.
There comes that funny feeling again, and I don’t think I can blame champagne this time.
“You know what they say,” Sandra teases. “Big hands…”
“Big cock!” Macia shouts out, and all the girls burst into laughter, myself included.
“Let’s dance,” Sandra shouts, and we all pile onto the dance floor.
After a few dances and a lot more drinks, my attention is once more drawn towards the orcs who are now seated in the VIP area. I can’t seem to take my eyes off them, one in particular.
“They are easy on the eye, I have to admit,” I lean over and say to Sandra. The alcohol seems to have me now in its dizzy grip, and I am enjoying every minute of it.
“Here, Meiko. I dare you to give one of them your panties,” Macia says.
“What?” I remark, only to be greeted by shouts of agreement from the other girls.
Sandra leans over to me. “Who dares, wins,” she tells me with a very large and devilish grin.
I give her a devilish grin back as the wine whispers to me to have some fun, throw caution to the wind, and give my panties to a random orc.
It makes me feel like a young sorority girl, which is a little embarrassing but also kind of thrilling and carefree. I mean, what’s the worst that can happen?
As I stand up, with a slight sway, the girls all cheer.
“You know what? I am going to do it,” I firmly state and receive another cheer from the girls.
“You go, girl!” Sandra says, spanking me on the ass.