"We've got reservations on the reservation, everybody.  Let's get a move on."
He said, to hurry his family along.  Steve and Cindy Williams never had a
honeymoon.  They were pregnant with Lee and about to deliver him when they got
married at the last minute fourteen years ago.  When he was out of diapers,
along came Brie to cool their heels some more.  Now that the kids were old
enough to enjoy themselves on their own, so to speak, that is under the
supervision of their au pair Marta, they felt they finally had their first shot
at it.

Las Vegas was too far away, and probably beyond their budget, they surmised, so
the Grand Chiwana Resort Village and Casino was just the ticket for them. Marta
and the kids were okay with sleeping in a tent in the Teepee Camp by the Village
at the bottom of the hill, while Steve and Cindy honeymooned in the Lodge up
top.  The kids could swim in the hot spring pools in the village, or use their
parent's room to change in during the day and have access to the elaborate Lodge
pool when they wanted.  Marta could charge their meals in the Lodge to the
parent's room and they could be relatively autonomous except for a meal with the
whole family at dinner. 

Brie whined a good deal of the time on the trip to the Resort, and every time
Marta would turn to deal with her, Lee would sneak peaks at Marta's firm breasts
either through the armhole of her sleeveless blouse, or through lucky gaps
between buttons, in front.  When Marta caught a quick nap, sitting between the
two children, Lee let his eyes roam freely over Marta's assets, especially her
legs up to the lap of her tight shorts.  He was in heaven imagining what Marta
would look like without her clothes, until he was rudely snapped out of it by
Brie, who threatened with a look and a whisper, "I'm gonna tell."

When they arrived and settled into their respective quarters, they had dinner
together and disclosed wishful individual itineraries, then split off into their
separate adventures.  For Steve and Cindy, this was the beginning of their first
time alone together since pre-children.  They needed two incomes to make ends
meet.  They had au pairs all along to help with the kids and the house.  But,
everything was always so close at the end of the paychecks, that it didn't even
occur to them to break the routine of their rat race and have some time for
themselves.  Even this trip was a compromise attempt, having the kids and Marta
come along.

They discussed their plans for the vacation.  Trying golf was a must, tennis
each morning, two swims a day, and of course, plenty of tossing in the hay.
Then came the discussion of gambling.  After all of these years, they discovered
that they each held strongly divergent beliefs around how to play the games of
chance.  Steve believed that the only way to get ahead was to double up on
losses until you get back to even, then ride a win streak as far as it goes.
Cindy strongly believed that you minimize your investment, riding out losing
streaks and double up on winning streaks.  Their ensuing argument around the
respective strategies was threatening to cast a pall over the whole trip.  Not
wanting to ruin it, they agreed to a challenge.  With everything carefully
budgeted out, they had planned to spend no more than $1,000.00 for gambling on
the trip in total.  Each was so confident that their system was the best, that they
agreed to split the entire sum right down the middle.  They each could apply
their systems and the one with the most money at the end of the trip was the
winner.

The hay could wait.  They both wanted to get started on proving their
strategies, so they headed for the Casino.  They went to the card tables where
Steve watched Cindy get into blackjack.  He started to get bored and itchy
watching her ride out a long loosing streak, so he wandered off to the craps
tables.  They maintained periodic eye contact with smiles and waves across the
room while they each ambitiously applied their plans.  When they were both
starting to lose, they would look over at the other to see which of them looked the
worse off.  Then a well-dressed dark complected man moved right into Steve's line 
of sight of Cindy next to her to watch her play.  As Steve was losing, he
grew more anxious, now that his visual connection to his wife was blocked.

Cindy tried to look at Steve, but the man started to interact with her.  When
she finally looked around him somewhat rudely, Steve was gone from the table.
She got distracted when the man handed her a drink and acted gracious in the
social obligation to interact with him for the moment.  Moments later she looked
back toward Steve's table, and there he was seriously, even maniacally, into the
action again.

Cindy looked down at her last few chips, and a look of panic washed over her
face.  "What's wrong My Lovely?"  The man asked.

"Oh, it's just that I was sure my system was better than my husband's, but I've
almost shot my entire budget for this trip on the first night."  She confessed.

"Not to worry, Pretty Lady.  I'll stake you for some hands to see if you can
make it back."

"No, I couldn't accept that."  She said declining.

"Please, I insist.  Here."  He said buying her a new tray of chips.

With the man advising her, she started to win a few hands and started to feel
like she was riding a streak.  She started doubling up to the table limit, won
another hand, and then started losing again.  She couldn't believe that the
short streak was over, so she continued to play like it was still on.  She
looked up at the gentleman next to her sheepishly, when she realized she had
lost a substantial portion of his stake.  But, he nodded her on, as if to say,
"no need to worry."

She looked over at Steve, who looked like he was winning as he was celebrating
with cheers.  Their eyes met and she acted like she was winning too.  She
started to get up from the table feeling a little nauseous.  

"Hey, where are you going Pretty Lady."  The man asked.

"I think I should go now.  I'm sorry about losing your money."  She said.

"Don't worry about that.  I can see that you are smart and that you are due for
another winning streak here, I'm certain of it.  You want to get back to even so
you can hang your head high around your husband this trip, don't you?"  Cindy
nodded.  "Then let me loan you whatever it takes to get you back to even.
Anything you win over that, we split down the middle.  What do you say?"  He
said in a fatherly manner.

With one last look at her husband jumping up and down at the craps table, 
she agreed.  She buckled down and concentrated on winning.  The man kept her
drink full.  She lost more than she won, and she became numb to the fact that
she was in debt to this man for thousands of dollars. The man eventually cut her
off saying, "I think, Pretty Lady, that you might make it worse if you play any
more tonight.  Why don't you call it an evening and we can discuss how you can
pay me back in the morning."

She got up in tears, shaking for fear of what Steve might say, and started to
walk toward his table.  As she approached, she saw Steve slamming his palms down
on top of the craps table and backing away acting angry with the staff people
that had asked him to leave.  They met in open floor and hugged.  The man
watched the two of them, smoking his cigar, leaning with his back to the
blackjack table, as they took two seats away from others to talk.

"Damn this place." Steve said, "Honey why are you crying?"

"Oh, Steve, I blew it.  You were right.  My system didn't work."

"There, there, my system wasn't so hot either."  He confessed.

"No, you don't understand.  I mean I Really blew it."  She said.

"What are you trying to say?"

"I mean, that man over there loaned me money so I could get back even, and I
lost that too."  She said.

"You what?  How much?"

"Honey, will you still love me?"

"Sure, just tell me how much."

"Nearly $2,500.00."  She said, with apprehension of what Steve's reaction might
be.

"Honey, how could you.  We are in really big trouble."  He said.

"I know. I blew all of the emergency savings.  I'm so sorry.  Can you ever
forgive me?"  She said leaning over to cry on his shoulder and hold him
tight.

"Honey, it's bigger than that."

"What do you mean?"  She said pushing back to look him in the eyes.

"I mean, um, what I mean is, I took cash up to our limit out of our credit card,
and made a scene when I tried to cash a check. I was refused by the house and
 they wouldn't accept the credit card as collateral to cash it."

"You too?  How are we going to pay for the trip, much less pay that man back?"

"We'll think of something.  Let's get out of the casino for now."  He said.

"I need to thank the man, come with me."  She said.

"This is my husband Steve, and I never got your name."

"Largent, Pretty Lady, Johnny Largent."

"Yes, Mr. Largent happy to meet you."  Steve said shaking his hand.  "Well, I
understand we owe you some money.  If it's okay with you, we're going to go to
our room and plan just how we are going to pay you back."

"Okay.  Okay, how about you give me your car keys and driver's license to hold
until we all have breakfast tomorrow at 9:00 in there to discuss it."  He said
politely, but sternly.

"Ah, okay, I guess, okay, here."  Steve said fumbling for the requested
collateral.

Back in the room Cindy was shaking.  "What are we going to do.  Now that I am
away from the table, I don't like having to deal with that man, Mr. Largent."

"Let's keep this as civil as we can for as long as we can, I've heard stories
about people who don't pay gambling debts as agreed."  Steve said.

"Steve, don't scare me like that.  Hold me.  Hold me tight, please."  Cindy said
growing terrified.

In the morning, they were able to take $200.00 dollars out of a cash machine and
gave most of it to Marta to occupy the kids for the day.  Then they met Mr.
Largent at the appointed time and place for the breakfast meeting.

"Right on time.  I like that."  Mr. Largent said.  "Now do you have the three
thousand dollars for me?"

"Three thousand dollars?  I thought my wife owed you twenty-five hundred?"

"You are forgetting interest, my friend."

"Well, I can write you a check for two thousand and when I get back to town, I
can make arrangements for the last thousand."  Steve said starting to write in
his checkbook.

"You don't seem to understand my business.  I was being generous to you, asking
only twenty percent.  You are a nice couple, so I give you a day and only twenty
percent.  Don't let it out that I am such a soft touch, or I'm out of business,
okay?  Now, three thousand dollars please.  If I have to ask again, the courtesy
discount goes away."

"Ah, Mr. Largent sir, can't we work out some terms with you that will satisfy
the obligation?"  Steve probed.

"Terms.  The man asks for terms.  You are very funny.  I can give you terms, but
I don't have anything that would suit you, just your pretty wife here."  Cindy
griped her husband's hand and arm tightly.  "I am always looking for ladies to
work the Willows."

"The Willows, what's that?"  Steve asked.

"You know the skin ranch, the Willows.  You've never heard of the Willows?"

"No Sir.  What would she do at the Willows for you?"  Steve asked naively, but
didn't need Mr. Largent to answer as a wave of recognition suddenly washed down
his body sending his blood on alert.

"Honey?  Honey?  What is it?"  Cindy panicked. 

"I think what Mr. Largent has in mind is that he merchandises your body to pay
back the loses.  Is that about right Mr. Largent?"

"You're catching on my friend.  So what is it going to be cash now or do we put
the pretty lady to work right away to pay it back?"

"Can I have a word with my wife for a minute please?"  Steve asked.

Mr. Largent got up, gave some money and the check to one of his men to pay the
bill and left for the casino for a few minutes leaving Steve and Cindy to deal
with their reality in the presence of two large men that hovered quietly.

Steve and Cindy talked.  Cindy rose in volume and animation periodically like a
hooked fish breaking the surface of the water, only to be brought back down into
the sea by the gravity of the situation.  When Mr. Largent returned, Steve got
up to meet him, leaving Cindy sobbing into her hands like a small child who lost
her pet.

"Okay, Mr. Largent we'll work it off.  How much does the work pay and how much
do we get to keep?  Steve said.

Mr. Largent laughed.  "Your wife, she is very pretty.  I myself was very
attracted to her the moment I laid my eyes on her.  She should easily fetch a
hundred dollars or more each time.  Don't worry, it shouldn't take very long.

"That's thirty times.  We'll be here forever.  I can't afford this place that
long."  Steve complained.

"I tell you what."  Mr. Largent snapped his fingers for one of his men and
whispered a directive.  "I will front you what you need."  He smiled and greeted
an attractive staff person approaching from the casino in a tuxedo leotard,
smoke hose, and heels.  "This is Connie.  Connie here will make sure you get
whatever you need.  She'll even stake you if you decide on trying to win back
the money.  She'll just add it to the tab."

When the details were all worked out, Mr. Largent handed Steve back his keys and
his driver's license.  Cindy and Steve hugged tearfully long and hard, until Mr.
Largent gently broke it up, "Com'on we'll go now."  He led the sniffling Cindy
off walking side-by-side of her, holding her upper arms with each of his hands,
to his limousine.  The nervous Steve waved goodbye to his poor wife, although he
couldn't see her through the darkened windows.  He didn't know exactly what to
do, so he went off in search of the kids and Marta.  

The emotionally drained Cindy rode down the valley in the limo suffering the leering
stares of Mr. Largent and his men.  "There, see it on the right up ahead?"  He
said to make conversation with her.  "Notice anything strange about it?"  Cindy
looked and shook her head "No."  

"Well, it is filled with willows.  It's not a tree you customarily see in
chaparral desert like this.  Do you know how that is?"  She indicated that she
didn't, momentarily suspending her self-pity.  "It is because some crazy settler
brought a potted weeping willow plant out here to remind him of his original
home back east and searched until he found that spot, where the ground water is
frequently at or near the surface from underground springs.  It sure the hell
cuts down on my air-conditioning bills I'll tell you."  He was saying as they
rolled to a stop.  "Welcome to 'Pussy Willows', the finest Gentleman's Pleasure
Palace this side of the Mississippi."

When they got out of the car, Cindy saw a complex of buildings.  There was a
large two story family type structure central to a semi-circle of out-buildings
radiating out around it, all of them raised off the ground as if expecting an
occasional flood.  Interspersed around the buildings were broad reaching willow
trees, which gave an unusual oasis feel to the place.  Mr. Largent brought her
into the main building and talked to a lady named Mel who seemed to be in
charge.  He introduced Cindy to her and left.

Steve was wandering the village, looking for Marta and the kids.  By the time he
made it by the hot spring pools, he saw Lee walking by.  "Son. Son, over here."

"Hi Dad.  What's up?  Where's Mom?"  He asked.

"Your Mom is kinda busy right now.  Where are Marta and Brie?"

"Over there, see?"  Lee said pointing.

"It can't be.  They're topless."  Steve said shocked.

"Sure Dad, it's them.  Wave."  Steve waved with a forced grin.  "See, lots of
the women here are topless.  Isn't it cool?  This is the greatest vacation I
ever had in my whole life."

"Son, we are going to have to talk about that."  Steve said somberly.  "Look,
they're walking over here and they aren't even covering up.  What has gotten
into Brie?"

"It's Marta.  She wants to be just like her, and this is the way they do it
where Marta is from.  I want to visit her sometime over there."

"Sure Son.  Marta.  Brie.  I'm glad I found you all."  Steve said, trying to
stay focused on their faces.

"Hi Dad."  Brie said trying to be cool about her newly budding nubs exposed.
"Where's Mom?"

"Mom is busy right now.  Marta, I have some bad news for all of you."

"What is it?"  Lee asked worried.

"Something has come up and we are going to have to cut the trip short."

"No-O-o-o-o."  The kids whined.

"What is it, Mr. Williams?"  Marta asked.

"Mrs. Williams and I have run into a snag here and we need to send you home with
the kids."

"That's no fair."  Brie whined.

"Aww Dad," Lee moaned, "we're just getting into this place."

"Believe me, Mom and I are more shook up about this than you are.  Look at it
this way.  You can go back home and sit in the sun in the back yard and you can
go to the pool at the park and swim.  With just a little imagination, you can
have just as much fun as you would here.  Mom and I will be back just as soon as
we settle some things here."

"How long might that be, Mr. Williams?"  Marta asked.

"It could easily be a couple of days, Marta.  I'll be able to explain more when
we get back."  Steve said, trying his best not to glare at Marta's conical
shaped, grapefruit sized, breasts proudly jutting from her chest.

Now the vision of his au pair would haunt his mind along with the vision of
strange men enjoying his wife's pleasures.  He watched as the sad group turned
and headed to the Teepee Camp to pack.  "How lucky Lee is to have the anatomy of
a fox like Marta to study at his age."  He thought watching Marta's confident
athletic body walk the kids back with her arms around each of their
shoulders to pack.  He saw them off on the five o'clock bus and sat in the casino
milking a drink and fretting his lot.

Cindy's day was not as peaceful.  First, a sleazy physician physically examined
her, then she was given a see-through baby-doll teddy without the panties to
wear, and made to perch on a small three-tiered riser in a squat position with
her knees up and to the sides, so her open snatch was on display.  An orange
ribbon adorned her neck signifying the asking price of $150.00.  She learned
from sneaking conversation with the women next to her that red was $200 and
purple, $250.  "Only eighteen more," she was figuring, "if they are getting the
asking price for me."

The first two tricks were horribly degrading for her.  The first looked at her
like she was a dog, fucked her like she was a sack of potatoes, and left without
acknowledging she even existed.  The second asked her to put his gristly member
in her mouth and suck him until he came.  He held her head against him so she
had no alternative but to receive and swallow his semen.  She had never even put
her mouth on her husband's penis, although he wanted her to many times.

Back on her perch, the lady next to her solicited her in conversation.  "I
really don't feel like talking right now.  I think I'm gonna be sick."  Cindy
said.

"You'll find it is good to talk when you can.  Hi, my name is Karen," she said
holding out her hand, "what's yours?"

"Hi, I'm Cindy."

"Well, Cindy, it looks like this is your first time here."  Cindy nodded.  "This
is my third."  Karen said proudly.

"Third!"

"Yeah, first I had a gambling debt I needed to pay off.  Then when I was home, I
couldn't get enough of a good thing, so I came back here for my vacation a
couple of times.  Now, I get my horns clipped, my fun at the lodge paid for, and
go home with a little money left over."  Karen confided.

"You enjoy these gross slobs?"  Cindy asked in disbelief.

"How they treat you is dependent upon your attitude.  You're coming across
pretty whipped looking right now, and I can understand that.  But, it is going
to attract a certain type that is looking for that.  Just be careful what you
project out there, because you'll get it back from them.  Put out that you are
looking for a good time, and guess what, you'll get guys picking you, more often
than not, that want a girl who's into a good time."

"I don't see how I could ever enjoy this."  Cindy bemoaned.

"You can, Honey, and you probably will, unless you choose the 'victim route.'"

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, that you probably weren't kidnapped and forced to be here, am I right?"
Karen challenged.  Cindy broke into tears.  "Hey, hey, stop that now.  You'll
never get picked that way.  I've got a tip for you that can probably give you a
red ribbon from Mel.  More guys will be into a nice neat pussy, better yet, a
totally clean-shaven one like mine.  Even if it didn't get you a higher asking
price, I'm sure you'll get picked more frequently.  Either way, you'll be able
to settle things sooner and spend more time with your boyfriend."

"My husband."

"Your husband then.  Before you go to bed or before you come back to work next
time, think about it.  It worked for me."  Karen said, then turned toward the
perusing customers approaching and smiled seductively.

Steve was asleep in a side chair in the room when the phone rang from Cindy
calling to have him pick her up for some rest.  When he got there he was
solicitous of his wife, although he found it difficult to look her in the eye.
He was overwhelmed with guilt, shame, curiosity, repulsion, and just plain being
turned on.  The scantily clad servers in the casino, Marta at the pools,
imagined images of his wife having sex with strange men, all made him at risk
for having conversation with his wife on the way back from the Willows.

When they got in the room, Cindy sat down on the edge of the bed and put her
head on her arms folded across her knees.  "Com'on Honey you need to get into
bed."  Steve said patting her back.  "I'll help you."

"No.  Leave me alone.  I've got to shower first."  Cindy said brusquely, and
headed for the bathroom.  

She took a long time, and Steve was worried.  He also had a million questions he
was dying to ask of her like: "Was any of it fun?  How do I compare?  Did you
learn anything new?  Can you do me tonight; I'm really horny?  How are we doing
on the debt?" and so on.  For every question burning in his brain, a little
voice kept telling him "No way Jose."

Then he heard "Damn it!" 

He knocked, "Honey, are you all right?"

"Can you help me?"  She said frustrated.

He tried the door.  "It's locked."

"Hunnnnh!"  She moaned as she got up to let him in.

"What is it Honey?"

"I've got to shave myself and I'm making a mess of it.  I guess I'm too tired."

"What would you like me to do?"  Steve asked.

"Can you finish shaving me?"  Cindy said with frustration that she had to state
the obvious.

"Sure Honey.  I'll try."  Steve said, and then got down close to his wife's
pussy, that had been banged five or six times at that point by total strangers.
The smell of freshly washed pussy, the pliability of her supple skin, and the
unique look of her denuded snatch was driving him mad with horniness, when he
knew there was no way in hell she would add him to her list of servicings this
night.  Once in bed, she rolled over away from him and passed out, leaving him
to stare frustrated into dark space with tormenting thoughts until the early
morning light.

In the morning, they had a meager breakfast on their tab with Connie.  After
Steve dropped Cindy off, he headed for the hot spring pools to spend the day.
Cindy was rewarded with a vote of confidence by getting a red ribbon to wear
from Mel.  She decided to try to enjoy herself as much as possible according to
Karen's advice.  She tried to pump up her enthusiasm, but it was extremely slow
at Pussy Willows some mornings, and this was one.  Mel got a call and said she
would send somebody out.  "Okay gals.  There is a surprise birthday for an elder
at a tribal board meeting, and they want a girl to come dressed as a cowgirl to
come, take off the costume and sing 'Happy Birthday.'  Who wants the call?"

Everybody looked around at each other.  It wasn't a job that was customary so
there were no volunteers. 

"It pays $25.00 a head for showing up, stripping, and singing, and $75.00 a head
if you service beyond that."  Mel offered.  

Cindy thought, "that could be a lot of action all in one place, and I could get
out of here faster."  Cindy quickly volunteered before anyone else; "I'll do
it."

"Really.  Well, that's a change of spirit.  Okay then.  We'll arrange for you to
have a costume, and give you a ride."

Cindy experienced a wave of panic wash over her like a severe case of buyer's
remorse.  She was dressed in boots with three-inch heels, a short flared skirt,
which only symbolically resembled a cowgirl's skirt, a shiny silver bra and high
set panty combination, a short sequined vest that didn't close in front, a
childlike cowboy hat, and a bright red bandana.  She waited, so nervous that she
was ready to puke, outside a meeting room in a community building.  She was just
about ready to call her decision off, when one of Mr. Largent's men handed her a
lit cake and pushed her into the room and closed the door behind her.  There was
an aisle up the middle of some folding chairs set up facing a horseshoe
configuration of three long tables around which sat nine Indian elders.  The ten
or so people in the folding chairs turned and clapped when they saw her.  She
instinctively walked up the aisle toward the elders' table with all eyes on her.
She approached and headed for the one man not standing and placed the cake down
in front of him.  She started to sing "Happy Birthday" to the man, who smiled
and nodded appreciatively to everyone around him.  All she had off by the end of
the short song was the bandana.

She stood embarrassed for a moment not knowing what to do.  One of Mr. Largent's
men had been getting a tape worked into the P.A. system and music, with an
unmistakable beat, rang throughout the hall.  The some twenty or so men in the
room started to shout and whistle.  Cindy closed her eyes for a few seconds
peace from the humiliation then started to take off the vest.  The beat had her
subconsciously moving her hips around to the music, so what she originally
planned would be a simple disrobing, turned into a sexy dance.  She was
surrounded by watchers.  She couldn't turn to hide or tease,  so while she
took off an item of clothing, people could see her every move.

As the vest came off, she placed it on the table in front of the birthday boy.
She looked down at her top and noticed that her erect nipples pushed out the
soft stretchy material as if it were a second skin.  The men in the room noticed
as well and seemed to be fixated on her breasts, as they heaved with each well
earned breath she took.  She looked for an escape.  There was no escape.  She
was completely surrounded, surrounded by men feasting on the vision of her body.
"$25.00 a head, that's nearly $500.00 just for the dancing."  She reminded
herself.  "I'd better do it so they like it, or doing this might not count."
She decided.

Cindy went into a trance to separate herself from the humiliation of what she
had to do and started to undulate her body according to the visual memory she
had of the rental movie "Striptease", which she had watched at home with Steve.
As she was apparently getting down to business, a chant started to match the
beat to the music.  She couldn't make it out since it wasn't in English, but she
figured that it was a call for the next item of clothing.  "They can already
make out my breasts pretty well," she was reasoning, "but they'll bob and weave
too much if I take the top off.  Better do the skirt."

As she unwrapped the skirt, eyes went to the area between her legs.  The shinny,
stretchy silver material hugged her cleft so well, that it was clearly defined.
The old man, whose birthday it was getting excited, as were the well-wishers
cheering Cindy's performance on.  "I guess now it's the top.  Ooooo, how am I
going to be able to do this?"  She took a deep breath and pulled the shoulder
straps down her arms.  She waited and got a reaction, then she slid it down to
below her breasts and danced some more.  She allowed herself to enjoy the
reaction her average breasts had on the crowd.  Then she slowly pealed it off
over her head, prolonging the time her arms were above her head to add lift to
her breast presentation.

She danced in her hat, boots, and silver bikini bottoms, enjoying the turn-on
she was creating more and more as time went along.  Eventually, it was clear
that the reaction to her would fade if she didn't remove the bottoms, so she put
her thumbs in the waistband and started to peel it down.  She realized that she
was probably giving the people in the folding chairs a better show of it than
the elder with the birthday, so she turned her rear to him, as she slid the
bikini bottom down her legs and stepped out of it.  When she placed it with her
vest and top in front of the elder, he picked it up, brought it to his nose, and
smiled.

"Now what do I do?"  She thought.  "I'm not a dancer.  They've seen it all.  Boy
is this awkward.  Well, it's $500 if I leave and $75 per person if I stay.  I'm
going to have to do people anyway back at Pussy Willows to get out of this mess.
Do it, and enjoy it.  Go on do it, but enjoy it."  She coached herself.  "Okay
Big Boy, here I come."  She thought as she sat on the table in front of the
elder, swung her legs 180 degrees so she could slide off of the other side, and
sat her naked rear down onto his lap and her arms around his neck.  "HumMmm."
She said with seductive mock surprise when she discovered how hard he was in his
pants.

The crowd started hooting and hollering, egging Cindy and the birthday boy on.
The elder was extremely embarrassed at this undignified turn.  There was mixed
emotion in the air, the tribesmen's expectation that the elder would find a
dignified way out of the challenge vs. the animal lust for someone, if not
themselves individually, to fuck this beautiful woman.  Cindy, thinking that it
was expected of her to give the elder a birthday present, went to straddling him
at his knees.  She had her hands on his shoulder and rubbed her breasts across
his face.  The crowd hollered louder and the man closed his eyes in a dreamlike
state.  Then she took her hand and gently squeezed his crotch, to which he
opened his eyes and mouth suddenly with a gasp of an audile sound of surprise.
He sat with shock on his face and arms limp at his sides, when she went to open
his pants.  He stared at her face as much in trying to understand, as in being
absorbed in her beauty, while she fished out his cock and balls.  Everyone
crowded around to watch as she massaged his sexual equipment causing him to
slouch his shoulders in surrender at the exquisite sensations she was creating.

The people in attendance started to quiet down and watch as closely as they
could.  The hoots and hollers quieted to just conversation and the sounds of
rubberneck jostling to gain better vantage points.  Cindy was at work, so she
crouched down between the elder's legs, slid the pants down to his ankles, and
parted them at the knees.  With the elder's arms limply at his sides, a look of
helpless shock on his face, and his manhood on open display for everyone in the
room, Cindy brushed her hair back, closed her eyes, and brought her mouth down
on his shaft.  One ill-timed hoot reflexively rang out, but was quickly
extinguished by the overall blanket of silence.

First the elder went oblivious to his surroundings and luxuriated in the
sensations Cindy was giving him.  Eventually, he was worried about the point of
no return, and opened his eyes to the presence of his peers and followers.
There was a moment of panic when he put his hands on the sides of Cindy's head,
but she persevered and took him to a wriggling conclusion.  At that moment, the
hooting and hollering began again along with some people dancing in place.   

The elder acted like he was taking bows from an appreciative audience, then,
maybe to assuage his awkwardness and embarrassment, he offered Cindy to the
elder next to him.  Cindy didn't seem to have any say in the matter, but she was
ready to rack up another 75 bucks anyway, so she sat on his lap as well.  And so
it was, for the other eight elders.  Some chose like the first to be sucked.  A
couple wanted to bury it in her.  And the last two used frosting from the cake
to wedge their poles into her virgin rear entry.  The first one was incredibly
painful, but the second one was almost pleasurable, and her cunt had had enough
for the day.

Mr. Largent's men returned her to the Willows, where she was allowed to wash up.
She felt like she had had all she could take for one day, but it was still
afternoon.  She agreed to be reperched to get this ordeal over with sooner and
based on what was reported of her performance, Mel placed a purple asking price
around her neck.  Cindy wore it proudly.

The kids were sitting in the sun that afternoon back at home.  Lee had convinced
Marta to stay out in the backyard without her top to make it seem more like the
resort.  She agreed as long as she could place her lounger right up against the
fence, so their neighbor wouldn't end up leering at her.  Lee was mighty curious
about the custom in Marta's country and asked her if people ever went without
the bottoms as well.  She indicated that there were many places all over Europe
where people played in the sun without anything on at all.

This got Lee to thinking long and hard how to convince Marta to sunbathe without
her bikini bottoms.  "So, why do you do it over there?  Is it to eliminate the
tan lines?"  He asked.

"Partly," she responded, "It's not such a big deal back there.  Here people are
more uptight about their bodies.  We only really wear clothes to hold in body
heat and protect us from the elements.  Otherwise, we would be naked like the
other animals on the earth."

"Are you holding in body heat around your butt, or are you protecting it from
the elements, because you are going to have a tan line there."  Lee said,
hoping. 

"You're being a pig, Lee."  Brie said disgusted.

"No I'm not.  I want to learn more about the world, and experience different
customs."

"You just want us to take off our bottoms, that's all."  Brie challenged.

"That would be nice, I mean, it would give me a better idea of what it is like
over there."

"I'm afraid not, Lee.  You just want us to be naked while you still wear your
suit."  Marta said.

"I thought from what you were saying that it didn't matter to you since it was
so natural."  Lee responded.

"It is no big deal, because everybody does it and nobody seems to care.  For you
it would be a show though, and I'm not willing to be your show girl."  Marta
said.

"Me neither."  Brie added.

"Well, what if I do it too?"  Lee said wishing he hadn't.

"Okay, you go first."  Marta said turning to snicker with Brie.

"Okay, but it is no big deal, right?"  Lee said.

"I'm sure it's not."  Marta said, enjoying a private joke she had with the pun.

"Are we really gonna do it?"  Brie asked Marta.

"Let's see if he does it first."  Marta replied.  "Ya know," she said as he
steadied himself to pull down his trunks, "we'll be able to tell if you think it
is no big deal or if we are just putting on a show for you."

What do you mean?"  He asked.

"I mean, if you point up, it's a show to you, and if you stay pointing down,
it's no big deal.  Still want to go through with it?"  Marta challenged with a
smile.

"Ah, sure.  Let's all do it at the same time."  Lee said insecurely.

"We already have our tops off.  Your turn with the bottoms.  But remember, if
it's not a big deal, it's cool.  But if you're doing this to have us give you a
show, then you have to pay a penalty.  Do we have a deal?"  Marta asked
confidently.

"What's the penalty?"

"The penalty is . . . um, the penalty is that you have to play with your pointer
until it indicates we are no longer a show for you."

"How do you mean?"

"You'll find out.  You have to keep playing with your thing until it doesn't
need to point at us any more."

"Okay, I guess."  Lee said, pulling down his trunks.

Marta and Brie held hands over their mouths to hide their snickering, as Lee
stood before them drooping nude.  Marta winked at Brie, then took a nipple in
each hand and wobbled her breasts up and down saying,  "we could use a little
more wind today, don't you think Brie?"  Brie mimicked her and did something
similar to her nipples.

Lee stood confused.  "Hey aren't you gonna do yours?"

"Hold your horses.  I want Brie to put some more lotion on me first.  Brie?"
She said handing Brie the tube of lotion.

Brie was wise to the game and massaged the lotion slowly into Marta's breasts
while Marta folded her arms behind her head and tucked her face into her left
elbow.  Lee was starting to feel stirrings in his groin, but couldn't take his
eyes off of the show Marta and Brie were presenting.  Then she turned her back
to Lee and slowly started to peel her suit down her firm strong buttocks.  "Brie
could you get me here, before the sun burns my buns?"  She said, looking back at
Lee watching the unveiling with his mouth open.  When she parted her legs and
looked back at Lee from between them, she saw him trying to bat his hardon down.

"Lee's got a boner.  Lee's got a boner." Brie chanted.

"So he does."  Marta said.  "Seems our doing nude sunbathing is a show for him
after all.  Time to pay the price for tricking us."

"Ah what do you mean?"  Lee said turning pale.

"Put your hand around your boner and stroke it."

"What?"  Lee asked alarmed.

"Try it.  You'll actually like it, I'm sure."

Lee put his hand around his cock and stroked it like he did sometimes when he
fiddled it while changing clothes.  

"How does that feel?"  Marta asked.

"Ah, okay, good."  Lee said staring at Marta's body.

"Here, try some lotion so you don't burn yourself there."  Marta said, squirting
a large dollop on the corona.

Lee lurched forward momentarily as the lotion changed the dynamics of the
sensation his hand was having on his cock.  "How long do I have to do this?"  He
asked naively.

"You'll see.  Just keep doing that and give it a few minutes."  Marta said
confidently.  Brie stood watching with eyes wide.

"Ah, it's starting to feel different, I mean inside.  What do I do?"  He said
urgently.

"Keep doing it.  Nature will take care of the rest."  Marta advised.

"I don't know, this is scary.  I've never felt like this.  What if this is bad
for me?"  He said not skipping a beat.

"It won't be bad, trust me.  You'll want to do it a lot after you see what
happens."  Marta said brightening with excitement at the impending results.

Lee and Brie were curious.  Lee was also somewhat panicked.  As much as he
wanted to stop and reverse the strange sensations, he was compelled to stroke
faster.  "Oh my god, what's happening to me?"  He said stiffening and jerking
his cock out through his hand as he squirted pearl jam on Marta's feet.

"Ooooo, that's gross."  Exclaimed Brie.

"Oh man, that was fantastic.  Are you sure it's okay to do that?"  Lee asked all
excited.

"Some say you can grow hair on your palms if you do it too much, but I think
you'll be just fine."  Marta reassured him.

"Ooooo, gross."  Brie exclaimed again.

"See?  It's not pointing at us anymore."

"How did you know?"  Lee asked

"Magic."  Marta said.

Steve wandered around the casino, then the village, penniless.  He settled on
spending time at the hot spring pools to refresh his memory of the beautiful
Marta and to gain new visions for his memory banks.  There were plenty of women
topless, and many of them were extremely beautiful.  He tortured himself by
watching their beautiful forms while trying to put the thought of his wife
working off their debt with her body up the road out of his head.  When he
couldn't take it any more, he got up resolved to rescue her from the ordeal.  He
withdrew another two hundred bucks from an ATM machine. He thought he might have
the best luck at the Blackjack tables, so he tried his system, then he tried his
wife's system.  He came up short so he looked up Connie and asked her to stake
him for five hundred bucks, and spent the afternoon losing what had been staked
him.

That evening, when he had Cindy back, they went to the casino to find Mr.
Largent to get an accounting of their debt.  Mr. Largent Indicated that it was
at $2,200.  They were aghast at the sum.  "Look, we can't go on like this.
We'll never get back to our kids at this rate.  There has to be another way."

Mr. Largent stared pensively at Steve while taking a long drag from his cigar.
"I can only think of one way to make it all back at once, but you folks don't
seem like the type."

"No, what is it?  Please tell us."  Steve said with desperation in his voice.

"Meet me here for breakfast tomorrow and I'll work something out for you."  Mr.
Largent said aloofly, turned, and walked back into the casino.

Steve escorted the tired Cindy back to their room, where they showered and got
into bed.  "Some honeymoon."  Cindy said disgusted.

"I'm sorry it turned out this way, Honey."  He said, and continued to talk until
a question of Cindy didn't get answered.  "Honey?  Honey?"  He said, gently
touching her shoulder.  "Great." He thought, "Another night on our supposed
honeymoon without sex."

Steve and Cindy waited for fifteen minutes past the appointed time for Mr.
Largent and entourage to show up.  Another man accompanied Mr. Largent
with a beard and mustache, slicked back hair, and a shirt open to just below his
pecks.  Mr. Largent introduced him as Jorge Emils.

"Well Folks, what is it gonna be, The Pussy Willows or something else?"  Mr.
Largent asked.

"We'd like to know the 'something else.'"  Steve spoke up.

"Mr. Emils is a movie maker.  He will pay me $1,000.00 toward what you owe me if
you make a movie with him."  Mr. Largent said, "then you will join me at the
resort and help me host a party for Emils and his crew for the balance."

"What?  You've got to be kidding."  Steve said, with Cindy holding his arm
tight.

"Your choice.  I think he wants it to look like an amateur video."  Mr. Largent
added.

"Where will this movie be played?"  Steve asked.

"Oh, they won't run in any theaters, it will go straight to video.  I'm sure no
one you know will ever see it."  Mr. Emils spoke up.

"What will we have to do?"  Steve asked for the two of them.

"We'll need you to make love to your wife.  That shouldn't be too hard for you,
she is very beautiful."  Mr. Emils said.

"Can we have a few minutes to talk this over?"  Steve asked.

As they talked, Cindy actually fainted when Steve was taking the position that
they should go along with it.  He argued that they were only inching ahead with
getting caught up, the kids and Marta needed them to get out of there and this
was their one chance to be free of the obligation.

"Okay, we'll do it, but I want to make sure that we do these two things and we
are free to go, with no further obligation to you, is that right?"  Steve asked
Mr. Largent.

"We'll be square, provided Emils can use the resulting film and you do as
directed in hosting the party."  Mr. Largent confirmed.

Steve and Cindy followed Mr. Emils to a limousine.  Cindy was shaking inside
Steve's arms as they walked.  They were taken to The Willows.  Cindy grew uneasy
in her seat.  "This is what it's like inside?" Steve asked her.  Cindy nodded.
They followed Mr. Emils inside.  Steve's eye wandered around the place as Mr.
Emils talked with Mel.  Cindy gave reluctant acknowledgement waves to some of
the workers around the place.  Steve's eyes bugged out at the sight of the women
perched on the risers like merchandise in a store.

"Com'on."  Mr. Emils directed.  Steve and Cindy followed him upstairs to a suite
of rooms with a camera set up.  He gave them directions to forget about the
cameras, put on a tux and wedding dress, and pretend they had just begun their
honeymoon.  

They couldn't help but think of the irony of their situation.  They were finally
going to have a honeymoon evening, and it was going to be filmed.  Cindy was
mortified.  Steve was embarrassed too, but part of him was saying to himself
that he was finally going to enjoy his wife's charms for himself on this trip.
All the pleasure, save for the physical stimulation of his groin area, was gone
from the act however, with Mr. Emils calling out stage directions to orchestrate
the action and timing of what he was filming.  He had to remind Cindy to act
like she was enjoying herself, or the film would be worthless and it wouldn't
count.  Cindy went "to work" like she had the last couple of days.  She worked
the room, and she worked her husband like an anonymous trick.  Steve finally got
to cum, but with little but the mere physical relief of getting his rocks off.
His wife was like a stranger to him.  They lay dazed as Mr. Emils worked on his
gear.  "Meet me at the limo in half an hour."  Emils directed, as he left them
to clean up.

They showered and Mel had someone doll up Cindy's face with makeup and put 
Some curls in her hair.  Steve was told to wear the tux and Cindy was told
she'd have her evening outfit waiting for her at the casino.

They were driven back to the casino.  They were instructed to meet Mr. Largent
in his office.  Mr. Largent greeted them with open arms and a saccharine smile.
"How did the shoot go?" He asked closing the double doors behind them.  "Steve
you can sit here," he said motioning to a side chair. "come with me, My Lovely,
I have something for you."  He said leading her around his desk where he sat
down leaving her to stand in front of him.  "Now, take off your things.  Let's
have a look at you."

Cindy started to double over as she tensed her body and looked in fear over at
Steve, who put his hands on the arms of the chair as if to rise, but stayed
frozen in his seat.  Mr. Largent's smile grew sterner as Cindy stalled.  "What?
Here, now?"

"Please, I need to see if what I have for you is gonna fit.  Take off your
clothes.  All of them."  He reminded her.

Cindy looked at Steve for answers, assurances, anything, as she slowly and
methodically removed her things and laid them on the desk next to her.  She
stood covering her breasts and pubic triangle with her arms and hands,
trembling.  It wasn't that this was much different than what she had endured
already, it was just that she felt an added strangeness and embarrassment
standing naked in front of this man who had temporary control of her life with
her husband watching the humiliation.

"Okay now, come closer."  He said motioning her toward him.  "Now straddle my
legs."  She looked with renewed worry over at her husband who was still frozen
in the same position, and proceeded to bow her legs to stand astride his upper
thighs.  Her hand left her mound and went to help her other hand with covering
her breasts, as her efforts at modesty between her legs was now pointless.  Mr.
Largent put his hands on her ass cheeks and pulled her pelvis forward, then put
one hand on her sternum and pushed her upper body backward telling her to put
her hands on his knees for support.  He moved his face around in the radiant
heat wafting up in his direction from her over heated crotch.  Then he put his
nose on her clit and took in a deep breath.  "Hummm, I love the smell of fresh
pussy in the evening."  He said then nuzzled his nose and his face all around
her snatch while moaning loudly.

Steve sat with his jaw hanging loosely in a stuporous state.  His hands never
moved from the armrests, as if hypnotized in the position he found himself in.
He watched as his wife's face, neck, and shoulders grew red from the heat being
generated between her legs and the embarrassment.  Mr. Largent took a couple of
laps at her opening with his tongue, blew air on it for a second, and then sat
back to enjoy watching Cindy figure out that he was through for now and that she
should probably straighten herself back up.  

"Here, try this on."  He said.  With that, he opened a silver foiled box, folded
aside the tissue paper and pulled out a shinny black slip-like garment from the
box by its spaghetti straps.  Cindy thankfully put it on thinking it was the
undergarment to something else.  The fabric was electrifying on her body.  That
combined with the rich texture of the carpet on her bare feet and the attention
she just received to her snatch, she became goose bumped and giddy awaiting the
next layer.  Mr. Largent turned his chair around behind him and looked at some
shoe boxes on the ground along the wall and pulled out what he thought was her
size.  "Here, I'll bet these will fit."  He said taking off the top while
holding the box open for her to reach in.  Cindy pulled out a pair of red pumps
with four inch heels.

"Oh god," she thought, "how am I going to walk in these?"  She took one and
tried to put it on only to become acutely aware of the problem for modesty the
short dress would pose if there were nothing else over it.  The hem came to just
a couple of inches below her crotch.  The bust was nothing more than two small
triangles that pulled away from her breasts if she bent the least bit forward.
The back was cut low to show she had no foundation on and the material clung to
her strong buttocks to reveal she was pantiless.

When she had the other shoe on, Mr. Largent asked her to approach him again and
straddle his legs once more.  "Nice, really nice, don't you think so Steve?"  He
asked more or less rhetorically.  He ran his hands up Cindy's legs and along her
bald pussy.  "You're so smooth and your skin is so soft, I don't think you need
any nylons.  Then he squeezed her cheeks, pulled them apart, then with a pat on
her rear he said,  "Okay then.  I'll meet you in one hour in the Overlook
Meeting Room."  He pulled open a drawer and pulled out a half tray of chips.
"This is my present to you.  You can use the time between now and the party to
try and win back what you owe me, and I won't add any loss of them to your tab,
because I like you.  Here take it." He said, handing her the tray.  "Steve, my
man," he said motioning, "you can come along with me to help me set things up."

"Buh, ba, but," Steve muttered, as Mr. Largent escorted him out of the office
with his arm around Steve's shoulder trying to keep him from looking back at his
dazed wife.

Now alone in Mr. Largent's office, Cindy raced thoughts around in her mind of
what to do.  She was given a stake of chips to try and win their freedom, but it
meant going out to the main floor in the slinky slip-like dress which left
little to the imagination, but just enough to get everyone's attention.  She
decided that she had better try, there was no telling what would happen at the
party.  

Cindy began to walk to the door, chips in hand only to find that she was a
little unsteady in the unfamiliar shoes, and the dress shimmered her body with
exquisite sensation causing her nipples to poke prominently out the front.  When
she looked down, the top covering her nipples started to pull away from them.
She realized, that she would have to move through the crowd constantly looking
up at their faces.  She paused at a mirror in the office before leaving to
notice how sexy and revealing the dress looked on her.  Only in her home,
upstairs, with the kids asleep or visiting away would she even consider wearing
such a thing for her husband, and only if he had been a really good boy for
awhile.  But, now she was going to be doing it for the whole resort to see.
"What if I get picked up for looking like a hooker?" She panicked as she peered
in all directions before leaving the office.

With her heart racing, the chips clutched to her midriff, and the hem of the
dress flapping too far from her body for her comfort as she walked, she
proceeded down the hall to a stairway which wound down to the casino floor.  She
could feel the blood pumping in her neck and started to feel faint as she
started down the stairs to the din and excitement of the gaming activity.
Nobody seemed to notice her at first.  They were all in their personal zones.
"I'll go over to the Black Jack table."  She thought. "I'll at least be able to
sit down there."  She approached three tables, only to find that they were
filled.  Then a man started to notice her and got up to give his seat as he
leered at the damsel before him.

"Thank you."  She said meekly, and scooted as far forward as she could.  She put
the chips down in front of her and tried to figure out what to do with her arms.
She looked at the gallant man staring at her, watching her every move to catch
glimpses of the treasures just below the silky satin.  She realized time was of
the essence, so she let go of the attempts at continued modesty and started to
concentrate on the game.  With her arms resting on the padded edge betting and
playing with her chips, anyone passing could look through the side and see a
nicely formed still gravity defiant breast, notable considering she fed two
babies with them.

She was winning and losing but toward the end of the hour she was making a
comeback and a crowd had formed around her cheering her on.  She saw one of Mr.
Largent's men approaching and knew it was time to go, right in the middle of a
winning streak.  The crowd moaned collectively for her when they saw she needed
to go with the man, and watched appreciatively as she slinked away while he held
her arm.

Steve had been given a behind the scenes tour and had actually watched her for a
time from a security room.  He stood ten paces from her in the meeting room with
his eyes like saucers as she entered the hall and approached him for a consoling
hug.  "Oh Honey, I almost had it all won, but they came for me before I could
finish."

"Don't worry Sweetheart, we just have to work for Largent at this party, and we
will be free to go."  Steve said to reassure her.

The party was for Mr. Emils, his cast, and crew.  They were drinking, flirting,
milling, and playing pool.  Steve was given drink orders and Cindy was given
trays of catered hors d'oeuvres to pass around.  Cindy's dilemma was with the
guests leaning on large throw pillows on the floor.  She couldn't lean forward
without giving an eyeful both front and back.  She tried to squat with her legs
tightly together but eventually gave up due to the unsteady nature of the heels
and the constant up and down to show them what was on the tray.  She was in a
constant state of embarrassment at the flirtatious attention she was getting,
and prayed for the evening to end. 

Then the final shoe hit.  Mr. Largent asked the two aside and explained.
"You're doing a great job.  Now here's the deal.  Tonight is a celebration of
Emils' 100th picture.  I wanted it to be special for him and his guests.  I'm
going to let you two earn your last $1,500.00 here tonight and then some, if you
want, by showing these people a good time.  Now, it's $25.00 for every hardon
you produce and $50.00 for every hardon you bring off."

With that, Steve and Cindy went pale.

"I don't care if it is one or both of you, but it is back to The Willows
tomorrow if you don't get it done tonight."

"What . . . I mean, how do you want us to do it?"  Cindy asked.

"That's up to you My Lovely, but from the looks of things, it should be easy.  I
see bulges happening all around already."  Then he leaned in as if to give
inside information, "If it was me, I'd go for the guys that already do it in
front of the cameras instead of the ones behind the cameras.  They are used to
doing it publicly, if you know what I mean."  He patted her on the forearm and
started to mingle.

"Honey!"  Cindy whined emphatically.  Steve was shaking, looking around and
muttered, "Wha . . . wow . . . Sweetie . . . oh my ga . . . Sweetie, is this
something you can do?"

"Me?!  He said 'us'."  She said.

"Well, ah, you can't expect me to do it."  He said, looking pleadingly at his
wife.

Cindy broke out into tears.  Steve held her.  After a while, she wiped her
tears, sniffled up her runny nose and bucked up her resolve, and pushed Steve
away.  He backed up trying to keep his balance and ended up stumbling backwards
onto a pile of large throw pillows on the floor.  When he tried to get up, he
was held down at his shoulders by two gorgeous smiling actresses that started to
give their caught prey some attention.

Cindy went up to a tall stud, took his drink from his hand and gulped it down.
Then she flattened her chest against his, and cupped his cock and balls in her
right hand passionately.  The din of the chatter lowered to mere whispers, as
she unbuttoned the few buttons at the bottom of his shirt.  He smiled and looked
around, then took matters in his own hand and unfastened and lowered his pants.
Cindy crouched down and nuzzled his firm package across both sides of her face,
breathing in the testosterone odor emanating from his crotch.  All the while,
Steve lay partially propped up with his eyes wide and mouth agape, watching his
wife with envy and astonishment take the turgid penis in her mouth, while the
ladies attending him started to remove his tux.

Cindy sucked him expertly, from the crash courses and practice she obtained at
the Willows.  When he was spent, he smiled a satiated smile and backed up to the
pool table and rested in a full frontal display.  Cindy started looking around
and danced seductively to background music as she surveyed the other potentials.
The eager ones started disrobing and waving her to come to them.  The $25
hardons were coming easy.  Even her husband Steve was beginning to sport one
despite the humiliation it caused him and that of his wife.  Cindy started
taking on two at a time with her hands and pulled prospects into positions where
she could accommodate more in her mouth and pussy.  She looked Steve's way when
she could and smiled in a way to give him the impression that she was enjoying
herself by way of getting back at him for making her do all of the work.  The
ladies pawing Steve became accomplices by touching him everywhere except his
genitals.  Steve was sweating and bucking his hips up in the air unconsciously.

Cindy worked the room as much as she could with the dress on using it to tease
and incite, but toward the end, she had it completely off.  One by one, the men
in the room retired to pillows to paw a female actress or crew member to
luxuriate in their spent state.  When no more candidates were obvious, Mr.
Largent did a body count.  She was one person shy of break even.  "I'm sorry My
Lovely, looks like there will be a little more time at the Willows tomorrow."
He said.

Cindy hung her head low with dejection, arms limp at her side, and her legs
apart from the going over her cunt just endured, when an attractive woman
slinked up to Mr. Largent from behind and stroked the underside of his chin with
her index finger saying,  "How about me?  Can I count?"

"Humm . . .," Mr. Largent contemplated, "sure, why not."

The voluptuous lady slinked her way to some pillows across the circle of
activity from Steve, removed her clothes, spread her legs with knees bent, and
awaited Cindy to take care of things.  Cindy stood stuporous for a pregnant
moment then said, "Steve, surely you can get to work now."  

Steve moved his head from side to side to see the view of the splayed woman his
erect penis was blocking, but he was catatonic otherwise by the hands working
over his flesh, and looked back at her pathetically.  Cindy sent him daggers
with an angry leer, wiped her lips and nose with the back of her hand, and moved
to between the woman's legs, realizing she would have to do it herself to get
free.  One more indignity, she was so near yet so far, but this was with a
woman.  "How can I get myself to do this?"  She thought.  "Steve owes me big
time and for the rest of his miserable life, that's what."  And, she knelt
between the woman's legs and brought her face to her crotch on elbows and knees.
She got closer and closer, grimacing and puckering as she touched her lips to
the woman's.

Steve was frantic with lust, having watched his wife service all of the men that
wanted her to, and now she was doing something neither he nor she ever conceived
would happen.  All he could see was his wife's rearview at the tip of his penis,
moving in counterbalance to the efforts of her tongue on the woman's pussy.  His
penis started twitching; his balls were tight; he started bellowing a
crescendoing roar, and broke from the symbolic chains the sensuous fingers were
having on his body, rising like an animal possessed.   He crawled purposefully
toward the sexual display of his wife's rear and mounted her in a monkey squat,
rutting and pounding oblivious to his wife and everyone else in the room.  Cindy
moaned into the woman's cunt.  The woman groaned in ecstasy from Cindy's humming
tongue.  Steve grunted and came dramatically in his wife's cunt pushing her face
hard into the woman's snatch setting her off.  The guests applauded the scene as
Cindy pulled herself out of the pile.

Cindy stood herself up and retrieved her dress, unsticking it from her sweaty
body as she tried to pull it down to its full length.  Steve was just beginning
to take in the ramifications of his animalistic actions, and slowly crawled like
a low life across to his tux to redress himself.  Cindy stared at him with
contempt as he meekly put his clothes back on.  When he was dressed enough, he
stood with Cindy before Mr. Largent who was standing with Mr. Emils and asked.
"May we go now?"

"Yes, we are square.  Come back any time.  I like your style."  He responded.
Then, as Cindy and Steve turned to leave, he said to Emils, "Did your guy get all that?"

Mr. Emils looked at his cameraman in a corner who gave him a thumbs up.  "Yes
we got it.  Quite a reel, quite a reel."

Cindy and Steve looked around and followed Emils' line of sight to discover the
camera for the first time.  Cindy burst out crying and ran from the room and
through the casino with Steve trying to catch up with her.  Cindy said nothing
in the room that night and refused to answer Steve's questions on the ride home.
As they pulled up the driveway Cindy bolted out of the car and ran into the
house.  There in the front hall was Lee bending over from the waist naked, but
for a small frilly apron, holding the vacuum hose cleaning around a side table.
She hadn't seen his genitals since he entered puberty.  She went into the living
room where she found Brie and Marta watching television and eating popcorn.

"Mom, you're back!"  Brie exclaimed.

"Hi Honey, Marta what is going on?"  Cindy asked.

"Ah, you mean Lee?  He just lost a bet.  So Mrs. Williams, what happened?"

"Oh, ah, it's a long story, I'll have to tell you later.  I need to clean up and
get some rest."  Cindy told her.

Steve started in with the bags and surprised his son in the hall.  "What's the
meaning of this?"  He asked him.

"Oh, ah, it's a long story Dad, I'll have to tell you later.  I'll go get
dressed.