Get Messy!

By Jason Pinaster

Investigative reporter Sophia’s exploration of the local swingers’ club had made for an interesting series of stories.

But it wasn’t until Anna introduced her to the joys of wet and messy sex that Sophia really had a winner. Jello wrestling and tribbing were things she, and her readers, had never heard of before. And then there was the feel of custard being dribbled down her body...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Feb 25, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005708849

Jason Pinaster

If you would like to be on my mailing list, sign up here: http://eepurl.com/ghTq3zYou will receive prompt notification ofmy new publications and special offers.I have been writing fiction for several years but in 2015 I started to concentrate on erotica.My first series featured lawyer Christopher Carter. Carter doesn't have to abide by law society rules. A little fun, lots of sex, a little adventure, and Carter's special brand of justice.Then I moved on to Lusty Lee, a private investigator. My current dominatrix series, which is nearing the end of its cycle, features specific fetishes—some outlandish—serviced by Mistress Megan.Along the way, I have written individual stories featuring wrestling, food fetishism, tickling, sex games and BDSM. I have published one novella set in Hedonism II, the notorious Jamaican resort and am presently revising a second. My current novel features a sex robot.ExperienceCourt Clerk, 2000 to date in Ontario, CanadaWriting: since Grade 3 (1983)Skills and ExpertiseWritingEditingResearchEducationB.A. (English Lit.) 1992-1995, Augustana University CollegeDiploma in Court Procedure, 1996-1998, Everest College

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Get Messy! © 2022 Jason Pinaster

Other Wet and Messy stories by Jason Pinaster include:

Ava's WAM

Green Gals

Gunge Girl

Messy Party

Mud

Quicksand

Splat!

Sploshing Lusty Lee Log 25

Splosh Scoundrel

Splosh Spy

Spy Dunk

WAM Mix

Wet Girls

Copyright Notice: Copyright by Jason Pinaster 2022; all rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction; the characters are not you.

Cover Notes and Credits Many thanks to WSM Productions

Back Notes: About Jason Pinaster, other books and stories by the author.

Acknowledgement and Author’s Note

Get Messy!

The daily editorial meeting was important, mostly boring, sometimes terrifying. The important part was the assignment of stories. Snagging a good story could make my week, or even my year. The boring part was having to listen to tedious updates about sports or dreary political summaries. And then there was the daily list of stories. This was the terrifying part: avoiding the dull stories but being deathly afraid of letting others walk away with the plum assignments because I’d been dozing.

Bernie began a description of yesterday’s baseball game. The only thing keeping me awake was my coffee.

Sophia? asked Goodwin, our fearless—feckless?—editor, turning to me.

Asking me to go next was his way of acceding to the realities of feminine liberation and appearing chivalrous at the same time. I was the only woman at the table, and by far the youngest.

I confirmed my infiltration of a local swingers’ club but then had said, For the details, you’ll have to read tomorrow’s paper.

My threadbare account was greeted with scattered protests mostly with phrases in which the word ‘teaser’ featured prominently. But I ducked my head behind my laptop and ignored them. Tucked in the corner, it was easy for me to sip my coffee while I put the finishing touches on the story.

As a single woman, gaining entrance to the swingers club had been simple. I was a unicorn, that mythical creature available to satisfy the needs of bisexual women without leaving two men on the sidelines twiddling their fingers. Or better yet, available for a FFM threesome. As such, I was welcomed with open arms and treated with deference.

Dressing up for the club had required special care. My initial scouting had disclosed that most of the women would be blessed with ample bosoms and would have them on display almost down to their nipples. Long hair further advertised their sexuality. My breasts, on the other hand, were barely adequate. The other women had curves; I was skinny. At least my dark brown hair extended well below my shoulders.

I solved the first problem with a top that pushed my breasts up. The top was extremely thin and would allow the outlines of my nipples to be seen. My nipples were ordinary in size but at least they were responsive. They would invite fingers and lips.

The remedy for skinny hips was a flirtatious attitude and a shorter than short skirt.

I arrived early and scored an interview with the couple who owned the club. Since single females were rare and the best way to attract new members, the owners were happy to answer all my questions. The club was members-only more in name than in practice. As long as a couple was okay with public displays of affection—full-blown sex in the back room—and understood that husband-swapping was temporary only, they were welcome to attend.

The club had a bar, several areas for intimate mingling and a dance floor. The back rooms were furnished with beds, plush chairs, chains, and large sex toys, including a Sybian. There were also washrooms, showers, and lockers.

After my walk-around, I established myself on one of the high chairs at the end of the bar where I could see almost all of the front room and proceeded to chat up the bartender. First time? she asked.

I nodded. What can I expect?

First of all, you can expect to be hit on.

I smiled to let her know that wasn’t a problem.

They’ll want to touch your body, especially the women.

I raised an eyebrow and smiled to signal ambivalence. Seriously?

Seriously. She rubbed her hands over her breasts and down to her hips which she swayed to emphasize her