Next was Randy who selected Samantha as his date. She called herself, "Sam," and she didn't live far from the country club where Randy, Guy and Bernie had agreed on the Bachelor4U game.

Sam suggested meeting at the Xhib Club near her house. She said it was a fun place. He hadn't been there, and knew nothing about it but was curious. Sam said there was a parking lot across the street. She would be waiting there at nine the next night.

Randy found his way into the older part of town, and pulled into the parking lot. It was dark. What he saw was a silhouette of a person standing near the gate. He didn't recognize her. He was looking for a blond with shoulder length hair. This woman's hair was half way down her back. When she turned sideways, Randy immediately recognized the profile. Randy immediately knew it was Sam. She had an awesome rack.

"Sam?" he asked.

"Randy?" she echoed, and they shook hands.

She said, "Tonight is ladies night, and I get in free. You need to pay a twenty dollar cover charge. They know me, but they'll want to ID you." Entering the club was exactly as she said.

The room was dark and the music was loud. Sam waved to a performer on stage. The person waved back, but he couldn't make out who it was. Eventually, his eyes got accustomed to the gloomy atmosphere. He could see the band playing in the middle stage. A girl was dancing practically nude on a stage to their right and erotic pictures were projected on a screen on the other side.

"What the hell is this place, Sam?"

"You like it?"

"I don't know. We just got here."

"Look, I'll tell you about this place. There is always a rock band every night. Nancy is my friend who is on the stage now. It's kind of like the karaoke of dancing. Anyone can get up on the stage, men or women."

"Do they always strip?"

"Yeah, usually. Most of us are not just entertainers but exhibitionists. We just love to show off."

"So you've been on stage."

"Of course. I love showing off my tits and the audience likes it too. I get a lot of tips."

"So, you mean tips for tits."

"You got it. Let's have a drink," and she ordered a gin and tonic. Randy had beer.

All the servers, men and women, wore string bikinis. It was an erotic place to say the least.

"Sue is going to dance next. I love her act. Sometimes she masturbates on stage and the place goes wild. I hope she does it tonight."

Nancy finished her act with the spotlight shining on the full bush between her legs. Sam said, "Nancy doesn't shave because her boyfriend likes it that way. You'll see that Sue is exactly the opposite. Her pussy is balder than on the head of a ninety-five year old man."

Randy was on his fourth beer. Sam was on her third gin and tonic, and Sue was down to, well, down between her legs pleasuring herself.

"My god, Sam. This is really a cool place. Are you dancing tonight?"

"No. I didn't sign up for tonight. The place is so popular that you have to sign up ahead of time."

"Well, then go sign up for tomorrow."

"Hey, Randy, hold on. One thing at a time. Look, I'm horny as hell. Let's go some place and fuck. My husband expects me home by midnight. We need to hurry."

"You're on," realizing Sam was a girl of easy virtue.

One thing bothered him about Sam. She didn't look thirty. She looked more like she was in her mid-twenties or even younger. He was in no mood to quibble.

Before leaving, Sam went up to the bartender for a word. Two men came up to her asking if she was free. On the way out, Randy asked, "What was that all about?"

Sam said, "Oh just a couple of guys I know from before. Anyway, I signed up for tomorrow night. It's fuck night."

"What's fuck night?"

"Once a month, a girl invites a guy from the audience to fuck her on stage, but she's the only one."

"Have you done it?"

"Of course, but my timing was bad. It was the night my dad showed up with his poker buddies. This guy was really into me and on the edge when my dad walked in. It wouldn't have been fair to make my partner stop cold like that. The guy finished with an eruption like on Mount Vesuvius. Then the spotlight highlighted his white creamy 'lava' sliding down my legs, and they put it on the big screen over there. Dad wasn't amused."

"So they let the performers cum, right?"

"What's the point of fucking if you can't cum?" she remarked sarcastically.

"Guess you have a point," Randy said.

"Let's go have a fuck in my van," she said. "I want to see if you measure up for tomorrow night."

"You mean I'll be on stage with you?"

"Maybe, we'll see."

Sam ditched her clothes in the front seat. They sat in the back. Her boobs were not only huge, they were firm. Her nipples were the size of Olympic medals. He left nothing to her imagination when she tried to engulf all eight inches of his rigid cock. When she jumped on his pole, his balls were heavy with sperm. They were ready to burst, yet Randy tried his best to delay the inevitable. 

Sam's swaying breasts and her frequent outbursts of pleasure did little to postpone his happy ending. They aided and abetted his arousal to the point of no return. "Oh, OHHH," he groaned. "Oooaah, aagh," he growled while pumping her with his creamy fluids.

She stayed on top for what seemed forever trying to ride him into submission. He finally held both of her boobs tight and said, "Sam, I've had enough. I surrender."

"Randy you have a magnificent plug. It's a nice fit but if we are together tomorrow night, you need to last longer. The audience isn't fond of short hitters."

"You said we needed to hurry so you could get home on time. Anyway, maybe you have someone else in mind for tomorrow."

"Yes, I do, but he doesn't have what you have," and she didn't need to go into details. "And what I meant by needing to hurry was to get you outside the club and into the van."

"Okay, but you've got some explaining to do with your husband."

"He's seen it before. If my husband sees your cum trickling down my legs, I'll just tell him it came unexpectedly," and they both laughed.

"Hand me that towel next to you. I need to stop this flood before it stains our seat cushions. There is already too much incriminating evidence on these seats. I don't need to add more."

The next night at the Xhib Club, Sam was third on stage. "When do we fuck?" Randy asked.

"Who knows. It doesn't work that way. The girl of choice is up to the audience. The dancer they like the most is the lucky girl. There's only one girl dancing after me, and we all will wait back stage until the audience chooses one of us. You just need to be patient."

Samantha put on a sensational show. She tantalized the audience with her boobs finishing with the splits and opening her smooth pink pussy to the delight of the audience. Even the women cheered.

The last performer did her best to be more perverse than the others. While the last dancer walked off stage, a chorus of chants went up, "We want Samantha. We want Samantha. We want Samantha. Sam, Sam, Sam!"

Sam returned naked to the stage to the cheers of the crowd. She surveyed the audience pretending to choose a male partner. She walked into the audience feeling each man's crotch. Eventually she came to Randy and gave him big kiss. Loudly she asked, "What's your name, stranger?"

"Randy."

"Are you a newcomer here, Randy?"

"Yes."

"So let's see what you got," She made him stand and pulled out his cock. The spotlight illuminated his hardware.

Randy's erection was quickly apparent to onlookers when it popped up on the video screen. Sam said, "I think we've found our man. He's gotta be eight hard inches of prime U.S. fed meat. Fasten your seat belts, people. We're going on a bumpy ride." The audience cheered wildly again.

She escorted him near the stage. She sat on the edge with her legs dangling over the side and wide apart. "Put it in, stranger," she urged. Again the boisterous crowd roared their approval.

Randy stepped out of his pants and dipped his cock head into her plump pussy. "Not so fast, partner. Aren't you going to kiss my lips first?"

He began to move toward her mouth when she stopped him saying, "Not those lips honey."

Randy shrugged, then was down on her feasting at her pleasure button and eating out her slimy cunt.

"Okay, now do me," she whispered. "Let's give 'em a show, but don't cum so fast this time."

With his pants on the floor and his cock straining for a warm moist place, he plunged into Sam's hot glory hole. She almost immediately placed her legs over his shoulders and provided the audio with each thrust. Randy continued to ram into her with encouragement from the audience. They shouted, "Do it faster Randy. Pound into that cunt. Cream her man. Fuck the bitch deeper."

Of course he needed no advice. At that point, he couldn't make out what they were shouting. He had become unaware of where he was. Nature inspired him more than the crowd. He only felt his balls slapping at her ass and heard the squishing sound of her wet pussy.

Then he heard Sam shout, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," and she did, over and over again.

Once more she let out a cry of desperation, "Cum for me Randy. For god's sakes cum for me."

It was time to let loose and dump his load into her burning swollen tunnel. It took three, four, five or six shots before he finished. The audience went wild when he pulled out. His cum didn't drip. It didn't gently ooze. The surge of fluids ran down her slit like foam cascading over the edge of a beer glass.

The announcer picked up the microphone and said, "How about a cum cocktail, Randy?"

"She pushed Randy's head between her legs where he slurped up the endless stream of milky fluids." Again the audience thundered their approval.

Back on the mic, the MC yelled, "Give Samantha and her new friend, Randy, a standing ovation."

Sam went back stage to clean up and get dressed. Randy pulled up his pants and got fist pumps from everyone. They left just before closing time.

"Sam, our online reality contest ends tomorrow night, so we might not see each other again."

Samantha stopped short and said, "Wait. My husband and I are having a swingers party tomorrow night. We expected you to join us. Maybe if we start early around seven, you can squeeze us in."

"I'll try. Give me your address. If I'm not there, you'll understand."

"Alright but make an effort to be there. It will be worth it."

Randy found their small apartment complex and rang the bell of a basement apartment. He was greeted by Sam in a see through negligee.

"Jeez, Randy, we were afraid you weren't coming. It's great that you could make it. This is my husband Terrence." Terrence's attire was simple. He wore the most minuscule g-string possible without being totally naked.

"My friends call me Terry," and the men shook hands

"Where are the other swingers?" Randy asked.

"We're all here. We wanted to make it simple. Is that okay, Randy?"

"Maybe. I suppose so."

"Terry said, "Let's head to the bedroom. I understand you don't have much time."

The bedroom included a huge flat screen TV, mirrors overhead and behind the headboard, and a king size bed.

"Sam tells me you are really well put together. We are going to become close friends tonight, so why don't you show us your package."

"Don't be rude, Terry. You're embarrassing our guest. Randy, let me help you off with your things."

His shoes came off first followed by his shirt, then his pants. Randy was visibly uncomfortable standing naked in front of the couple.

"Maybe a drink of vodka will loosen you up," Terry suggested. Sam went out of the room and brought back three glasses with ice and a bottle of vodka. The alcohol went straight to work.

Feeling more relaxed Randy said, "How about Sam helping me out here. My prick needs some straightening."

"Good idea, Randy," Terry agreed. "Help him out, Sam."

Sam wasn't shy about applying her tongue and wet lips to his growing dick. When he was hard and fully extended, Terry said, "Randy, you have a magnificent piece of equipment there. You won't mind if I give it a squeeze?"

Without warning, Terry wrapped his fingers around Randy's cock and said, "God, you're hard." Admiring Randy's inflated cock, Terry said, "Man, you're big, bad and beautiful. I want some of that." All at once Terry had Randy's prick in his mouth.

"Wait, Terry," Sam scolded. "Not tonight. You can play with your friends tomorrow but tonight, he's mine."

Randy was confused. He wondered, Was this guy gay or bi? He didn't like this turn of events. Randy was unsure of what would be ahead considering he was with a woman with killer tits and a gay husband.

Terry peeled off his thong and jerked Randy's hand over between his legs. Terry wasn't giving up easily. "At least let him give me a hand job, Sam."

Samantha glared at her husband and said, "Go get the camera like we agreed. Randy's all mine tonight, and we can start with a tit fuck."

Randy felt like a pawn in a chess game. His balls were bulging, but he needed to reserve his strength for the main event, whatever that would be. One thing was certain, he was playing a part in home movie night.

Sam knelt in front of Randy pulling her sheer gown over her head exposing her gorgeous boobs. She used them to embrace his straining cock. His long hard muscular pole totally disappeared between her hemispheres.

Terry had the camera recording while Randy slipped his cock up and down her valley of pleasure. It was only an inducement for Sam's ultimate objective.

"Randy, I'm so wet. Fuck me now."

Samantha rolled onto the bed when she asked. "How do you want it tonight, doggy or anal?"

In a gruff and uncompromising voice, Randy said, "Hang your head over the side of the bed and take me down your throat,"

Sam was on her back looking up at Randy when he harpooned her throat. Terry moved to get a close up of his wife's throat bulging with each thrust. Then he finally said, "The battery is getting low. "Go fuck her in the ass."

"Yeah, that would be great. I love getting ass fucked," Samantha gushed She grabbed a tube of lube and handed it to Randy. In no time, he had oiled her ass, and she was prepared for his intrusion. It was an easy passage. She was tight but not resistant.

He had just begun fucking her ass when Terry crawled into bed. He had his head between her legs and his tongue on her clit. Terry couldn't resist licking Randy's cock as it rocked in and out of his wife's ass.

Samantha was fully captivated by the men's attentions when Terry moved her so that he could enter his wife's other hole. Sam seemed familiar with the scenario, and rolled on top of him stuffing his enlarged member into her dripping wet pussy. Terry's balls looked like low hanging fruit ready to be plucked. Randy had never seen testicles like that. They were as big as plums.

"Hey Randy, there's room for both of you," Sam said. She was begging to be double teamed.

He banged into her ass once again and eagerly fucked her while Terry was busy doing the same in her adjacent chasm. The sounds of their pleasure filled the room.

Randy kept at her butt hole in perpetual motion until he opened the spigot with cum spraying deep into her bowels. Randy had came first, if Sam's numerous orgasms are discounted. He filled her rectum with powerful surges of jizz. One ejaculation followed another. Randy's mind was spinning as much from the vodka as the reaming he had just administered.

Terry was not finished. When Randy pulled out, Terry rolled Samantha over on her back and plowed into her with both of her legs far apart and high in the air. Randy watched in amazement as Terry's plums slapped onto his wife's freshly creamed ass.

Grunting and letting out a howl, not unlike a wolf, Terry released his entire load all at once.

Smiling, Terry said, "Randy, you inspired me. I haven't exploded inside Sam like that since our wedding night."

The party ended amiably soon after midnight. The three-some was not only an organic climax, but a climax to the "Bachelor4U" reality game.

Before leaving, Randy asked Terry, "How old is Samantha?"

"She's twenty-three. Why?"

"The women playing the game were to be at least thirty."

"I tweaked her driver's license when she sent it in as proof of her age."

"I see. I just knew she wasn't thirty, but she sure is a great fuck."

"You're right about that," Terry said. "Look, Randy, I want to be up front about this. Sam is a pro, if you get what I mean. She gets three hundred a fuck and seven for the night. She didn't ask you for her fee because of going on the cruise. She figured there would be an opportunity to service a rich clientele on the ship. So, she really needs to win the contest."

"You're her pimp, then?"

"Not really. She doesn't need one. Most of the time she gets more customers than she can handle from the Xhib Club where you were last night. I manage some of the other girls. You might have seen Nancy and Sue."

"They're pros like Sam?"

"Of course, They're new to the business but both of them are very good. Sam's been doing it since she was seventeen, and gave the high school boys an anatomy lesson - hers. Occasionally, she brings home a little gift for me."

"So that's where I came in," Randy surmised.

"Of course, but I misunderstood the arrangement. My only regret is that I didn't have a chance to fuck your tight ass. Maybe we can get together on another play night."

"Maybe," Randy replied, but he would have to think long and hard about hooking up with Terry. Sam was much more to his liking.

On a Sunday afternoon, Guy, Bernie and Randy met at the country club to discuss their experiences and decide on the winner of the cruise.

DEAR READER: It might not come as a surprise to those of you who have read all three Bachelor4U episodes, but the voting resulted in a tie. Guy, Bernie, and Randy all voted for their own date. Now they are asking for your help to break the tie. Who should win, Betty, Gail, or Sam? Hurry, the boat sails next week!