Groupies Stories Novels & Stories

It was now our turn to nod our heads in return; it was like we were reading each other's minds. "Okay, I know you're all tired and need to get settled in, so I will just quickly do the teams and also brief you about the rules." "Now, we have five groups, namely Snow, Winter, Night, Summer, and Gift Bearers." She listed. "So, each of these five groups will have to comprise two ladies and a man." She declared, beckoning to the five stranger men, who stepped forward and started picking out people. I wanted to stick with Tessa, but unfortunately we ended up in separate groups; she was on Team Snow, while I was on Team Summer.

Haley stared at her phone while her insides twisted up. Her first reaction was to text the other girls. There weren't a lot of women employed by Aegis Group. Security was a hard field. It wasn't something many women gravitated to. Which was why Haley and the others all thought it was important to stay in contact. The chat had begun as a sort of loose affiliation of individuals. And over the last five years, they'd become the best of friends who rarely saw each other. Lately everyone had been on Haley's case since she brought up potentially leaving.

He gave a slight grin and she suspected what he would say next, but was Henry that– "We called ourselves The BAD five, and even now years later, that's the name of our group chat." Yes, he was that cheesy and Gina couldn't help the laughter that broke out of her mouth. It was such a bad name, and at the same time, it had a nice ring to it. She mildly wondered what activities they had gotten up to, and judging from their weird subtle handshakes, she guessed they were quite the troublemakers.

A red hair beta said, and I joined them. “I’m Susan. This is Hannah, Aria and Sky.” She introduced pointing at the group members that had babies around the same age as Lennon. “We’re the single parent group, but you’re not so single.” “Do I have to be?” I asked. “No, but it’s better than Carol’s group. They are extremely nosy and don’t have an ethic filter. This is the first group that won’t judge why so quick.” Hannah said. “And you’re funny too, so bonus points. I heard divorcees have the best stories.” Sky responded. His voice was almost as soft as Ancel and calming to listen to.

We had a chat group that I shared with various other girl friends in the office. Usually, we never discussed anything serious, so the group was filled with gossip and girl talk. I found reading through it a good way to relieve stress whenever I’m going through a tough patch at work. I never paid serious attention to what went on in the group but the notification that appeared on my phone screen caught my attention. ‘Girls! I got some super rare photos from Kyle’s wedding!’ ‘I’m so jealous of his bride! I want a husband like Kyle too…’

Letting me go abruptly, she walks back to her chair and settles down. “Let me tell you a story while you heal, and then we’ll continue. Okay?” She grins, winking. “Back when your parents and I were still friends, our little group of misfits was very close. It included me, your parents, and of course Dana and Kingsley. But then everything went to shit when feelings started becoming complicated."

I'm not attached to any of them. "The thing is," she continues, "the dynamic of a groupie fascinates me. So I've done a lot of reading about them. And it's so funny the things you can find on the internet. Tell me…which is your favorite activity…blow job races, sex trains or circle jerks?" I know my face is flaming red now. I am not ashamed of any of those things in context. But out here in the open, in front of people who don't know me from the next guy, it makes me feel really small.

Listening to other patients — wealthy executives who had destroyed marriages through sex addiction, celebrities who had lost everything to escorts and orgies, normal people whose lives had spiraled out of control — made me see my own story with horrifying clarity. When it was my turn to share, I spoke for nearly forty minutes, voice trembling, about how I had started as Liam’s curious girlfriend exploring fantasies and ended up as the Gangbang Princess who threw away the love of her life for the thrill of being used by dozens of men. One older man in the group looked at me with kind but firm eyes and said,

Opening w******p, she heard the audio that her friend: “Check it out in the group, you crazy girl! Lino said there's a party kind of similar to the one we went to, huh? Those guys, in that suit, had a lot of orgies and cambaus!” Clara then opened the Vegas group and there were so many messages and so many markings on her name, that it would take her time to read everything. As she was about to answer them, Dercy commented: " That girl over there really doesn't listen to me.” " What do you mean?”

I was about to lose my virginity… in the most fucked-up, exciting way possible. I was joining the “Bad Girls Club” — a secret group on campus that threw wild, no-limits parties. And for my initiation, I had agreed to let three guys fuck me at the same time… right in front of the entire group watching. Just thinking about it made my pussy throb and get wet. Three cocks. One in my mouth, one in my pussy, one in my ass. All at once. Everyone staring while I got used like a dirty little slut. The fantasy had me touching myself for weeks.