Ember’s heart raced. She crouched low, eyes fixed on the first obstacle. Behind her, Flint grinned with anticipation as he watched the starter raise his pistol to the sky. Beside her, Woody stared side-eyed at her sports-bra-squeezed cleavage. The annual Midnight Mud Race was about to begin.
…
Talking Flint and Woody into joining the race was easy for Ember. They both flirted with her regularly, and she flirted back, but that was just a persona. In Ember’s world, flirtation was negotiation wrapped in fantasy. But that didn’t mean she didn’t find them both attractive.
Flint’s athletic build and rugged good looks were alluring. It was no surprise he bedded most of the dancers at the club. Ember heard all the gossip backstage night after night. Stories about his big cock and his preference for the rough stuff. The way his calloused hands gripped their throats. The way his fingers squeezed tighter as he fucked them faster and harder. Flint bartended at the club most weeknights. He was generous with his pours, flirtatious with the dancers, and always eager for an opportunity to help the bouncers.
Woody was a regular at the club. Rugged good looks? Definitely not. His attraction pulled from the opposite side of Ember’s spectrum. He was a couple inches shorter than Flint, yet still a foot taller than Ember. He had a lean athletic build that complemented his boyishly smooth face. Always well-dressed, his sharp sense of style conveyed his confidence and financial success. He always tipped well, especially when Ember gave him private dances. She enjoyed teasing him in the club’s dark private rooms. On rare occasions, she rewarded his generosity with a playful squeeze through his slacks. His cock was smaller than average, but reliably hard and nicely shaped. She liked the way he whispered dirty things when she moved her ass against his lap, and she liked the way he begged her not to stop when songs ended.
This was the first time Woody or Flint had ever seen Ember outside the club. In fact, they didn’t even know her real name. At the club and on stage, she was Fire.
Woody and Flint were engulfed by Fire as she bounced over to them at the mud race. Her outfit was a matching white sports bra and booty shorts. She looked modest by club standards, but she was an exhibitionist on display by Midnight Mud Race standards. Every inch of thin fabric gripped her beautiful, tight curves. Bright red pixie-cut hair accentuated her outfit the way high heels complete a sexy dress. Fire was eye-catching, head-turning, and absolutely stunning.
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The moon was high before the desert air started to cool. The night would grow colder, but race conditions were perfect at the start. The moonlit muddy path ahead was lit by tiki torches on either side of the raceway. Firelight cast a dancing mosaic of light and shadow along the entire 5K course. All fifteen obstacles would eventually reveal unique blazing spectacles awash in firelight and pyrotechnics. The first obstacle could be seen from the starting line. It was distant, but unmistakably a large cargo net stretched between two pillars engulfed in flames.
The starter’s pistol barked fiercely. Ember bolted into a sprint and gleefully led the crowd of more than 900 runners for the first few seconds of the race. “Catch me if you can!” Ember exclaimed. Woody and Flint obliged her quickly.
Mud-splattered racers pushed along the course. Between each obstacle, monotonous sounds of heavy breathing competed with squelching shoes in the muck. Every obstacle provided an interlude of light, heat, cheers, and sludge. From the first cargo net climb to the last worm pit crawl, earthy ooze lathered every competitor. Ember was filthy, and she loved every minute of it.
Slimy and smiling, all three jumped across the fire-trench finish line.
Victory Lane gave way to a large outdoor amphitheater with an electrified stage. A rock band pounded out Fire Woman by The Cult at top volume to a cheering crowd. Food and drink booths surrounded the perimeter. Torches and fire pits dotted the entire venue. It was an inviting spectacle, but Ember had more immediate needs.
She led Woody and Flint through the crowd and across the amphitheater lawn to the “Employees Only” gate. An armed security guard watched their approach intently. When they got close, the guard broke into a smile and started laughing loudly.
“Hot damn, Fire,” the guard said. “Is there an inch of you that isn’t covered in mud?”
“I doubt it, but I’ll sit on your face so you can check,” Ember replied with a smile.
“Fuck that,” the guard retorted. Still laughing, he picked up a small gym bag and handed it to Ember. “Here you go, but be quick. Don’t take your sweet ass time, okay?”
“My sweet ass will take just as long as it needs to,” she replied. “You worry too much, Aiden. What’s the worst that could happen?”
The guard shook his head as Ember led her accomplices through the gate.
She clutched the gym bag in her hand and strode confidently down the path. They were now on the backside of the venue. It was dark here. No fires, only ambient moonlight. The path skirted the fence line to the backside of the amphitheater. Two small buildings and a collection of trailers were accompanied by buses and cars in a parking lot. A few people huddled together as they smoked near the back of the amphitheater, but otherwise the area was deserted.
Ember stopped in front of a large tour bus. She punched a six-digit code into a keypad, and the door swung open. She walked up the stairs like she owned the place and disappeared into the passenger compartment.
Woody and Flint glanced at each other for a moment. Mutual hesitation, fueled by fear, quickly spurned by compulsive desire. They followed her inside.
The tour bus was empty. Woody and Flint passed through the gaudy rock ’n’ roll décor of the passenger compartment toward the back of the bus in search of Fire.
They soon discovered that a party room filled the last twenty feet of the bus. Floor-to-ceiling marble wall panels were reflected by mirrors covering the entire ceiling. A bronze stripper pole stood proudly as the centerpiece. At the far end was a giant twelve-person hot tub with steam rising off the water. A curved black leather couch filled the corner to the left of the entryway. A large open shower filled the remaining corner of the room. Six gold shower heads protruded down from the mirrors, six black jets poked out from the walls, and six silver drains dotted the floor.
Iconic rhythms of I’m on Fire by Bruce Springsteen reverberated from the amphitheater.
Ember stood in the center of the shower. She locked eyes with Woody as she stripped off her sports bra and dropped it to the floor. Then she locked eyes with Flint as she slid her booty shorts off her ass and down her legs. She kicked off her shoes and activated all the shower heads and wall jets. Hot water cascaded against her body, and steam began filling the room.
Woody and Flint entered the scalding heat. Torrents of water beat down. The air was saturated with steam. Earth fell from hot skin. Six drains chugged a river of mud until all three bodies were clean.
Ember started with Woody. She took his cock in her hand and pumped it slowly as she opened her mouth to kiss him. His tongue eagerly explored hers as his hands fondled her tits.
Breaking from his kiss, she knelt on the shower floor and put his cock in her mouth. She looked up into his eyes as she fucked him with her throat. He started moaning immediately. His prick twitched to full mast in her mouth as she sucked him. Despite his extreme arousal, his small cock filled her mouth comfortably as she pumped it against the back of her throat. Flint watched and enjoyed the show, just like he always did from behind the bar.
Ember slowly pulled her mouth off Woody’s cock, leaving a thick string of spit trailing from his bulbous tip. She stood and turned her back to him. She saw Flint watching her intently from the other side of the shower as he stroked his big cock.
She held Flint’s gaze as she bent forward. Reaching between her legs, she guided Woody’s cock into her wet pussy from behind. Woody grasped her hips with his hands and fucked eagerly. Short rapid thrusts betrayed his eagerness to cum. Ember moaned with pleasure. Flint continued watching her and priming himself as he waited.
Ember slid Woody’s cock out before he could finish gratifying himself with her pussy. Then, with her back against his chest, she walked him backward until he was pressed against the shower wall.
Her eyes stayed locked on Flint as she reached back to guide Woody’s slippery cock up her ass. It filled her tight hole as perfectly as she’d imagined. She bounced her ass against him, allowing his small prick to slip in and out as she readied herself for more.
Ember reached her arms up and wrapped her hands behind the base of Woody’s neck.
“Pick me up, Woody,” Ember ordered. “Lift my legs and hold them open from behind my knees.”
Woody lifted Ember into the air. His strong arms held her flexible legs tight to her sides.
His cock remained firmly up her ass, but he couldn’t fuck her. Holding her with his back pressed to the wall gave him nowhere to move.
He wished he could fuck and wanted so badly to cum. But Woody was held captive—a butt plug, confined to give pleasure, not take it.
Ember’s suspended and spread position summoned Flint. She watched him approach with his big hard cock in hand. His eyes glinted with danger as he squared himself in front of her.
“Eat my freshly fucked pussy, Flint,” Ember commanded. “Eat it good, and I’ll let your cock feel my pussy.”
Flint’s eyes registered surprise for a fleeting moment before he dropped to his knees. He worked fast, aggressively sucking her clit and tongue-fucking her pussy. She thrust her hips up and down Flint’s face as she moved herself on Woody’s cock to capture her first orgasm.
“Get up, Flint. I want your cock in my pussy,” Ember said.
Flint stood and slammed himself into her. With Woody’s cock up her ass and Flint filling her pussy, Ember was completely stretched full.
Flint’s hand moved to Ember’s throat as he started fucking himself in and out of her. Each thrust forced Woody’s cock to move in her tight ass, and it didn’t take long for him to whimper that he was cumming inside her.
Ember released her hands from Woody and moved them to Flint’s neck—one hand behind and one in front.
Flint began squeezing her neck as he fucked harder. Ember tightened her grip in response and steadily squeezed Flint’s carotid arteries.
The effects were almost immediate. His pace slowed, and then he pressed himself into her and held still, trying to steady himself.
Ember held him tight as she gyrated her hips. With an immobilized cock in her pussy and a cum-soaked prick up her ass, Ember captured her second orgasm.
Ember watched Flint’s eyes flutter inches from her face before relaxing her grip. His knees buckled, and all three of them slid down the shower wall into a heap.
Ember slipped free, took a final rinse in the water, and grabbed a towel from her gym bag.
Flint sat on the shower floor, looking dazed and confused. His half-hard cock was visibly shrinking as he tried to shake off the brain fog and recollect what had happened.
“Time’s up, boys,” Ember said as she pulled a worn pair of jeans from her bag and shimmied them up her naked body. She tossed a cut-off sweatshirt over her head and slipped on a fresh pair of shoes. “Stay as long as you like, but I’d slip out of here before the band gets offstage if I were you.”