There is nothing like a City Girl. City Girls are women with high ambition and libido to match! I’ve written a lot of quickie reads about City Girls, from telling stories about my best friends, Valentine and Cassandra, and of course, April. City Girls live life to the fullest and believe that sexuality is the key to existential oneness with the universe, and of course–total pleasure. Sexuality is to be embraced, savored, and enjoyed to the fullest extent of the law. Speaking of the law, April told me about her trip to the Mardi Gras this year and how she got involved with the NOPD (New Orleans Police Department). This is April’s story as she told it to me in first person, word for word…
I’d always wanted to go to the Mardi Gras. I’d seen the pictures and watched enough You Tube videos to make me hungry for the depravity and lust that transformed the night into one long-ass party! So me and some fellow Bruins took a break from our studies are UCLA to head to New Orleans, the Big Easy aka the Big Sleazy.
Laissez le bon temps rouler!
My friends and I rented a suite in one of the hotels on Bourbon Street. We had our own balcony that overlooked all the partying and depravity. The weekend leading up to the big day flew past in an orgiastic Bacchanal of vice and heat. I loved every minute. The drinking, the lascivious costumes, the music. All of this moved beneath our balcony in a tide of decadence while I sipped a seemingly endless supply of hurricanes.
By Mardi Gras Day, all the lurid visuals had worked me into a tizzy. My girlfriends went out for some smokes and I waited for them on the balcony watching the world dance below me, I could hear the wet sounds of lovemaking from the room behind me. Moans and cries accompanied that. I wanted to throw myself into one of those couplings, but held back. Although no one had explicitly told me not to join them, I decided not to just hang out in the suite watching the action of the carnival out on the street.
I stood and leaned against the balcony railing to become more immersed in the action below rather than what went on in the rest of the hotel.
I stared out into the mass of people and I met the eyes of a dark haired, delicious looking guy in the crowd, and he called out to me, “Show us your tits!” He held up a string of shiny purple, green, and gold beads. I obliged by pulling up the edge of my Saint’s jersey and showed him my natural looking silicon injected boobs. I jumped up as if I’d just scored a touchdown! Yup, my ten thousand dollar double D-s got his undivided attention. He tossed the beads up to me, pleased as if his favorite team just scored a touchdown. A grin spread across his face, and even from up on the balcony looking out through the sea of people, I’m sure I saw a bulge in his jeans.
Mardi Gras Ménage by C. J. Starr
20 pages/Ménage erotica, F with 2 M
Sold at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and at other estores.
Laissez le bon temps rouler!