Warning: Suggestive dialogue, explicit sexual content, rude/crude language and other mature themes; I can't think of yet.

A/N: Bless it be to Twisted Puppy, my beta, working her ass off to ensure this is in best possible way without mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but I wish I did.

Carnival: Chapter 1

She couldn't believe she's been here for a whole week already and Carnival was already in full swing; Four whole days of non-stop parting. Not once did she go out to celebrate with anyone; tonight however would be different. She had her friend Melody; go shopping with her to pick an outfit fitting for the night.

She didn't want something to revealing and not too whorish either; but seductive enough to draw a man's attention without getting her into trouble. Her mask was gold sequins and red feathers at the sides. Her shoes were red thigh high hooker boots. Her costume was a little red dress with black lace to highlight certain areas. It had a slit up the both sides, to her hips, and her back was almost see through. The neckline dipped to just above her belly button in the front. There were small, gold chains laced across the deep v-neck, to ensure no accidental mishaps.

It was Carnival but she didn't want to show her body off. God knows there would be plenty of that going on anyway. Not that one more body being show cased mattered. She wasn't a prude by any means, she knew all about sex and men; she was just more on the conservative side. Tonight she wanted to live life. Throw caution to the wind. Just once in her life she wanted to feel the true uninhabited passion of a man, without him feeling she'd break.

Her body begins to come alive, with the mere thought of a man's hands traveling up and down her body. His lips suckling on her skin, his mouth and tongue on her painfully neglected nipples. To feel a man's cock sliding in and out of her throbbing, wet…

"Sara, are you dressed yet?" The knocking got louder and heavier.

"Damn, come on woman, we've got a schedule to keep and men to plow through tonight." A frustrated sigh could be heard through the door.

"Alright already, I'm coming. Mel, you think you'd learn not to rush someone; especially me." Sara murmured as she opened the door. Melody didn't wait for an invitation and barged right in with her bags.

"Finally! You would not believe the crowds already forming out there. It's great." Mel looks around.

"Why the hell aren't you ready or getting ready yet?" Sara waves off her friend.

"Who said anything about plowing through men tonight? I don't want to be that wanton or whorish. I want to seduce or be the seduced." Mel scoffs at Sara.

"Listen, I love you Sara and you know this but get real… it's Carnival. No one here is going to see anyone else, unless you live here that is; and we don't. That right there is a plus in itself. We came here for break, to live a little and you were stuck in that damn library studying before we go back. We are two lively young ladies wanting to live and need I remind you we are unsupervised at that." Mel perched on the bed watching Sara begin to pace back and forth.

"I know we are, but the literature they have on…" She wanted to defend the fact that she has a scholarship and can't take a chance to mess that up. That's why she was in the library researching until it closed at night.

"Whatever, let's not get all depressed and talk about school before we go out. Now is the time to have fun; so come on!" Mel grabs Sara's outfit and pushes Sara towards the bathroom.

"Let's go, I'm horny and there are men, just waiting to service me out there somewhere." Sara laughs and they both get ready in silence.

"Ready to go now?" Mel hollered from the bedroom an hour later. Sara looked at herself in the full length mirror again and sighed.

"I look like a whore. I change my mind, I'm not going." Sara thrust the door to the bathroom open and stormed out. Melody's mouth dropped open and was nodding her head.

"I think you're right, you better stay in your room tonight. If any man down there catches sight of you, I won't get any attention or sex tonight. Remind me again why you need help with this?" Melody's voice carried a hint of jealously but Sara knew better than to take it to heart. They both laughed at the exchange.

"Fine, but if I get mauled by old men and drunks, I am so out of there." Sara mused with her hair, making sure that not one loose tendril is out of place.

"You will be fine. I'll even be sure to stick by you and sweep up the leftovers for myself." Giggling like the school girls they are, they left their room and headed for the streets of Rio de Janeiro.

The streets were lit with fiery torches, casting a glow around the town square. The music was fast, the bass so loud; that it shook the very ground they walked on. Some women had only paint to cover up with. You could see their nipples pebble up and the thatch of hair that covered up their snatches. It was semi-appalling, yet erotic to have so much freedom to do what you wished and not worry. Some men had but a loin cloth for cover, but if they moved a certain way, you could see their flaccid cocks dangling or jutting out for all to see.

When Sara and Melody walked down the streets, they would steal glances into alley ways. In some they would see women plastered up against the walls. Their costumes opened, barring their breasts; while the masked men, they were with, thrusting fast with a goal in mind. In others, their partners would be on their knees, sucking on them or bent over; getting it from behind.

In the center of the square, the most public display was on a park bench. A woman was on her hands and knees, her breast bare for anyone to see and her dress bunched up around her hip. A man with his black slacks pushed down, just past his hip, letting his erection free enough to fuck her wildly; while another man was getting his cock sucked and his balls fondled. Unless you were with someone, you couldn't tell the difference because of the masks.

"She has to be from the whore house down the street." Mel whispers in Sara's ear. Sara whips her head to look at her friend.

"And how would you know about the brothel? Exactly how much exploring did you do while I was pursuing more knowledge?" Sara was shocked when she seen Mel blushing under her mask.

"You didn't?" She sucked in a deep breath.

"You did you scandalous little tramp you!" Mel just shrugged then smiled wickedly.

"It was amazing! I've never felt so alive Sara. My whole body tingled with excitement." Mel's eyes clouded over with the memory of it. Sara gave Mel a slight nudge.

"So did you get paid? And if so…how much?" Sara was curious now. Mel giggled.

"I got around five-thousand reals for one…"

"That's over two grand in US currency!" She gripped her friend's arm.

"Oh my God, what did you do?" Sara gasped and couldn't understand why a Brazilian man would pay her friend that much especially for sex.

"Actually they both chipped in and if you ask me, I would have done that for free." Melody didn't stop and continued to drag Sara closer to the middle.

"Both?" Sara couldn't help but stutter in shock. Melody continued to simply smile.