Sorry for the delay! Was a busy weekend again. These are the continuation of the events that happened more than a couple of months ago.
This picks up from where the previous part left off. You can read Part 24 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xy4jdh/32f_22m_intern_at_work_nothing_but_paint/)
**Part 25 is below**
Eric downed the rest of the contents of the champagne bottle and set it down with a thud. I looked up at him as he towered over me. He put his hands on the back of my head and kissed me forcefully on my lips. I could see from his blood-shot eyes that he was extremely drunk.
*Eric – “Should I fuck you right here, slut?”*
I moaned and just nodded my head.
*Eric – (Yanking on my hair hard) – “I need an answer. Beg to be fucked, bitch.”*
*Me – (Shivering as he hungrily sucked on my boobs) – “Please, please fuck me Master.”*
The hostess came by to check on us to see if we needed anything else. Eric came back to his senses and released me as I cowered behind him, trying to hide my naked body behind his large frame. The hostess was only mildly surprised instead of being totally shocked to see my obvious state of undress. I suppose I was not the first naked patron she had seen. She winked and beckoned to me as I went towards her.
*Hostess (in my ear) – “Looks like those words worked out after all. It seems he has made you his total slut. I am jealous. He is a good looking hunk. “*
*Hostess (Louder so Eric can also hear) – “Our policy states you need to cover up your lady bits. Can you at least put on your panties?”*
*Me – “He ripped it off me. I don’t know where they are. Even if he has them, they are ruined.”*
Eric held it up grinning from ear to ear. It was indeed unwearable and ripped beyond repair. I noticed that Eric was still wearing that tie I had put around him during the striptease. I tried to fashion a crude underwear out of it, but it was obvious it was never going to hold up. The hostess thought for a little bit and she was kind enough to paint a fake thong on me to make it appear like I was not completely naked. Eric was guzzling another beer as he watched the hostess paint the fake underwear.
I looked around to see if my hubby was around, but I could not spot him. Maybe Eric was right after all, that task of finding us was much harder than I had imagined. I wondered how he would have reacted if he had seen his hot desi wife being stripped naked by her stud on the dance floor and now being paraded around wearing nothing but body paint. I remembered how I had instigated my hubby yesterday night telling him I would let Eric strip me. To actually have it happen was so very hot and I wished my hubby could have seen that. As I had fantasized I was like one of those sluts in porn – Completely naked in public except for a pair of strappy heels. The hostess finished the paint job and had fixed up another drink for both of us and left. Eric picked up some of the paint and spread them on his fingers. He made me stand up and face away from him. He pressed his two hands on my ass cheeks leaving behind his hand prints branding my body.
*Eric – (Slurring) – “By the way Dan is going to be here shortly.”*
*Me – “Yeah I know. I heard you talking to him.”*
*Eric (Hoarsely) – “I am going to mark you in front of him to show him that you are mine.”*
I gasped and wondered what he meant by that. I was starting to think calling Dan over was a bad idea. I did not want these two hot headed young guys fighting over me and end up ruining their friendship. Before I could voice my apprehensions, Eric dragged me back to the dance floor and my body just could not resist his every command. Short of fucking me, he practically did everything else – squeezing my ass, thighs and boobs, kissing my face and neck, licking my tits. Even though he was drunk, he seemed to have endless energy and I was getting dizzy and tired with all the intense dancing. I collapsed against him and he carried me off the dance floor.
We were sitting at our table trying to catch my breath when Dan showed up. He was in total shock when he saw me in all my glory.
*Dan – “Holy shit!! Are you wearing anything at all?”*
*Me (Blushing) – “Nothing but paint.”*
*Dan – “Oh my god.. How did this even happen?”*
*Me – (Pointing to Eric) – “He ripped my clothes off me and flung them away.”*
Dan opened a beer as Eric made me stand up and twirl around, so Dan could get a good look. His eyes went wide when he saw all the dirty things written on my body. I guess he was also trying to emphasize that I was ***’Eric’s slut’*** and not Dan’s.
*Eric (Coolly) – “The slut here was begging me to rip her clothes off her, so I just obliged.”*
He made me purposely sit on his lap, nuzzling my neck again trying to making it obvious that I was his.
*Dan (In complete shock and turning to me) – “How drunk is he?”*
*Me – “Very very drunk.”*
*Dan – “That explains his general cocky attitude. He tends to get a little mean once he has had a few.”*
It seemed Dan though, was an even bigger drunkard. He had barely been there for ten minutes and he already had downed a couple of drinks and two beers. I thought to myself *”Great, Now I have to handle two drunk guys instead of one.”*
*Dan (Slurring already) – “Do you want to dance?”*
I looked over at Eric almost like I was asking for his permission. He eyed both of us with a bleary, drunk look on his face. I fully expected him to object, but instead he said.
*Eric (Icily) – “Why are you looking at me? You can go if you want.”*
I was very confused by that response- Was this a test? Should I go or should I stay? I absolutely had no idea what was the correct thing to do.
*Dan (Standing up and holding his hand out) – “Come. Let us go.”*
The whole atmosphere was getting a little tense and I felt I was being trapped between a rock and a hard place. I have to admit it was a bit flattering to be the center of attention between these two hot studs, but I was also very afraid. The combination of testosterone and alcohol form a dangerous cocktail, throw in a naked babe in there and the situation can easily spiral out of control and potentially explode and not in a good way. I hesitated and decided it was better to stay put to avoid escalating this messy situation.
*Eric – (Yanking me to my feet and putting my hand in Dan’s) – “You do not want to leave Dan hanging.”*
I had no choice now as Dan walked to the dance floor tugging me behind him. I still could have refused, but I was frozen with apprehension and I was unable to understand what Eric was planning. Dan and I started dancing in a very secluded corner on the darkened dance floor with my fake painted thong glowing brightly under the dark light. I started grinding him very hesitantly, trying to keep the body contact to the minimum. Dan turned out to be a very good dancer and with his easy going personality, I started loosening up and my trepidation faded away. Soon I started grinding him like a slut, but he generally kept his hands to himself avoiding any intimate spots. The song switched to a slow intimate number and so I turned around and we danced facing each other when his hand finally snaked down and grabbed a big handful of my naked ass. I had my eyes closed and was enjoying the feeling of his hand squeezing my butt when I felt someone constantly prodding me roughly on my shoulders. I looked back to see who it was feeling a little annoyed. Eric was behind me, barely able to stand with this smirk on his face. Dan immediately removed his hand and I felt a sense of uneasiness as though something terrible was going to happen.
Eric yanked me roughly off Dan and kissed me forcefully on my lips and aggressively grabbed my ass, squeezing it hard. Dan continued to watch as Eric spun me around and forced me to grind him in a very raunchy manner as he roughly grabbed my tits, pinching my nipples, nuzzling and kissing my neck. He locked my wrists tightly behind me, almost painfully as pressed himself against me, thrusting my painted tits forward.
I could see the shock on Dan’s face at this raunchy display which soon turned into one of annoyance and frustration. He yanked me off Eric and roughly forced me to grind him, repeating whatever Eric did. I could feel his hard cock on my back pressing into me. Eric had an infuriated look on his face and he snatched me back from Dan who almost immediately yanked me back. I was being tossed like a rubber ball between these two hot-headed young bucks. My initial excitement of being the prize they both were vying for was quickly ebbing away and replaced with terror that they were going to get into a physical altercation. I was petrified they were going to cause a scene and already a few people were looking in our direction. I wanted as little eyes on me as possible considering my butt naked state and I most definitely did not want to be thrown out.
Eric grabbed my wrists and tried to pull me away from Dan, but Dan had his arm around my midriff holding me tight. They did not realize their strength and I felt searing pain at my wrist and my ribs, making me gasp painfully.
*Me – (Screaming softly) – “Guys, Stop.. You are hurting me.”*
That seemed to knock a little sense into their drunk brains as both of them released me from their grasp. I quickly walked to the table with both of them following behind. My sweaty body was heaving as I gulped down some water, trying to calm my nerves. They were both a bit sheepish and apologetic at what had transpired. I could not remain mad at them for too long as Dan cracked some terrible joke and we could not stop laughing.
They were already very drunk and I should have cut them off when they decided to drink the rest of the tequila straight from the bottle. Eric took a big swig and handed the bottle to Dan. Dan pushed me down on the couch and before I could stop him, he poured the rest of tequila into my navel and drank it (aka body shot). Eric, not to be outdone, took the champagne and poured it on my boobs and licked and sucked my nipples. Things were again getting competitive and heated up between the two of them as I noticed Dan grabbing the champagne from Eric. I tried to get up, but it was too late as Dan emptied the rest of the champagne on my body, liberally bathing me. There was still a single beer can left on the table and both of them lunged for it. Eric got it and downed it.
There was no better time than that to leave before things again got too crazy between the two of them and we truly got kicked out. I left a very large tip for the hostess to help clean up the mess we had created. My body was sticky and reeking of alcohol, though I had hardly consumed any. Now only the question remained on how I could leave. My clothes were definitely lost when Eric had flung them.
*Me – “Dan, give me your jacket.”*
*Dan (Slurring & bleary eyed) – “Why? You look great naked.”*
*Me – “We need to walk a couple of blocks to the car. I cannot walk out like this.”*
*Dan (Slurring) – “What will I get in return?”*
*Me – (Getting annoyed) – “How about I tell you what you will get if you do not give it. (Showing him my pointy 4 inch stilettos) – “I will stick that in your big balls”*
He laughed and gave me his jacket. It was almost like a short dress on my petite frame and came to my mid thigh. I did a final look around to see if my hubby had managed to find us but I still could not spot him. I grabbed a couple of water bottles and hugged and thanked the hostess, apologizing for the mess.
*Hostess – (Winking when she saw me leaving with 2 studs) – “Looks like it is going to be a fun night..”*
To be continued…
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