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Cameron
By vulgus

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Story codes: NC/MMF/MMMMMF/Exhib/Hum

To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.

Tomorrow, Saturday, my divorce will have been final for six
months. I was married for less than a year when I caught the
sorry son of a bitch in my bed with his secretary. I had been
suspicious for more than a month that something was going on. But
damn, we were newlyweds for Christ's sake! How could he?! 

I guess I should have known better. We had met when I was fresh
out of college and just started working at Pell & Pell, Inc. He
is a junior executive and I worked as an assistant to his best
friend, Dave. 

We had only been dating for three months when we got engaged, and
I had only known him for nine months when we got married. Now, at
the ripe old age of twenty-three, I was a divorced woman. 

Things at work were a little uncomfortable now, although my boss,
my ex's best friend, has been on my side and very nice to me,
very supportive. I thought about finding another job. But this is
a great place to work and I really think I have a good future
here.

My name is Cam, by the way. Cameron Denton. I have gone back to
using my maiden name. I am twenty-three years old. I stand 5'6",
and weigh 118 pounds. I have dark red hair and a very good
figure. I am slender and I guess you could say I am cute, as
opposed to beautiful, or striking. When you are trying to get
started in the business world though, 'cute' is not necessarily
an asset.

Since the divorce I have been hanging around my apartment. Well,
I haven't been hanging around so much as sitting around sulking.
One of the problems with that is that I have always had a pretty
healthy sexual appetite and I was starting to really miss having
a steady diet of sex.

I don't really have a 'best friend'. Actually, in my whole life I
never had someone I was that close to. Not like those girls I
knew in high school and college who had best friends who knew
every intimate detail of their lives and they talked on the phone
for an hour every night and had sleepovers and were closer than
sisters. I had friends. I was never a loner. I just never got
"that" close to anyone. Not even Ricky, the prick I married, I
suppose.

I don't have a best friend, but I have friends. Two of them made
plans to take me out tomorrow and have dinner and maybe go
dancing for a little while, the goal being to take my mind off of
my six month anniversary. I hadn't really wanted to go at first.
But I had been talked into it, and once I accepted I started
actually looking forward to it. Maybe I could meet some tall,
dark and handsome stranger and spend a passionate night enjoying
some meaningless sex. 

Unfortunately, we had to postpone my night out for two weeks.
Karen, my friend, had been in charge of planning our little night
out. Before that night arrived, however, there had been a death
in her family and she had to fly home immediately. 

At first I was almost relieved, but as I was sitting around
Friday night, sipping on a glass of wine and reading a good book,
I started thinking about that tall, dark and handsome stranger I
had hoped to meet. I ended up in bed wrapping my thighs around a
vibrator. 

While I had no trouble achieving a few physically satisfying
orgasms, the mental stimulation was lacking. The erotic pleasure
I receive from the look of lust in a strong man's eyes, the touch
of his hand on my breast or thigh, the look in his eyes when he
sees me naked, the hot, passionate kisses, and of course, the
feel of a hard, hot, throbbing cock, as opposed to a cold,
vibrating piece of plastic.

I finally went to sleep, and the next morning, even though I was
prepared, I could not help feeling sad about my failed marriage.
Even though it had not been my fault, I couldn't help feeling
like a bit of a failure for not even being able to make my
marriage last a whole year. I ended up, just as my friends and I
had anticipated, moping around the house and feeling sorry for
myself.

I went out for a walk in the afternoon, thinking it would do me
some good to get out of the house. There is a small park near my
house and I spent an hour walking around, me and hundreds of
couples of all ages walking hand in hand. I should have stayed
home.

I went back to my place and headed for the ice cream in the
freezer. I pulled it out and put it on the counter and stared at
it for a minute and then I said to myself, "Fuck it! That asshole
broke my heart and made me cry. I am not going to let him make me
fat!"

The best thing for me to do, I told myself, would be to get
dressed up in the hottest outfit in my closet, wearing the
sexiest underwear I owned, and go dancing. I liked to dance. I
liked shaking what I have and driving guys crazy. I want to be
respected for my brain, but a girl still needs to know she is
sexy. 

I went to my closet and pulled out my favorite little black
dress. The emphasis there is on little. So little, in fact, that
I could not wear a bra with it. Luckily I don't really need one.
I chose a lacy black bikini panty and a pair of black thigh high
stockings and a recently purchased, but never worn, pair of fuck
me shoes that really made my ass stick out.

I took a long hot shower and did my make up. It was still early,
but I was afraid that if I sat around I would change my mind, so
I dressed and went down to the street to find a cab. It wasn't
until the driver asked me where I wanted to go that I realized I
didn't have a club in mind. It had been so long that I didn't
know what was open or what was hot. 

The driver looked to be an American, which is pretty rare these
days. He also seemed young enough that he might have a clue about
what was hot, so I explained to him that I had not been out in
almost a year and I didn't know where to go. I wanted somewhere
hot to go dancing. 

He smiled and said, "I know just the place Miss. Everyone seems
to be going to The Frame Shop. It has only been open for a couple
of months. The guys that own it also own The Ruby Slipper. But
the slipper is on the way out."

I thanked him and we talked a little as he drove me to the club.
We were there in about fifteen minutes. He pulled up to the curb
and I paid him, and gave him a good tip. I got out of the cab and
went into the club. 

It was a typical dance club, loud and smoky. I sat at the bar and
ordered a drink and looked around. It was early and not yet
crowded, but still there were a lot of people. Some couples, but
it seemed to be mostly men hunting for, well, probably the same
thing I was hunting for. 

It wasn't long before I was asked to dance. I was nervous at
first. It had been a long time. As soon as I got out on the dance
floor though, I forgot all of my troubles.

I danced as sexily as I knew how. I spotted the looks I was
getting from the men sitting around the dance floor. That just
egged me on. After a couple of dances I headed back to the bar.
The guy asked me to join him but I wasn't ready to pick someone
yet, and he wasn't who I would pick anyway. 

I had a couple more drinks and danced with a couple more guys.
The place was starting to get crowded when tall, dark and
handsome asked me to dance. He was just the guy I was waiting
for. Not just tall, dark and handsome, but even better, he had
that hint of danger about him that gets women so excited. 

I danced with him for, god, I don't know, I lost track of how
long. For the first time that evening I danced to a couple of
slow songs. He took me in his arms and held me close and even
though our only conversation had been a few words shouted at each
other on the dance floor, I was sure that he was the one I wanted
to have that meaningless sex with.

When the song ended he led me to his booth. He didn't ask, he put
his arm around me and led me to his booth. He had two friends
with him, but he ignored them after introductions were made and
so did I. 

His name was Don. His friends were Paul and KC. They all seemed
to be in their late twenties or early thirties. Paul was a large,
powerful looking blonde who looked to be about thirty. KC too was
a well built man, all three of them were. KC was a very dark
skinned African-American.

All three men were wearing business suits. They all worked for
the same company and were here from Los Angeles to take care of
some software problems with one of their branch offices here in
town. 

They had come to town on Wednesday and this was their first night
out. They expected to be here for at least another week. That was
about all I could find out in this loud environment. Since we
couldn't talk, we somehow ended up kissing. 

Don pulled me close and really took control. It was very sexy the
way he took charge. He was a very good kisser too. Before long I
felt his hand on my breast and I didn't object in the least. It
felt great! I opened my eyes briefly and saw Don's two friends
watching, but I didn't care. In fact, it kind of turned me on. I
closed my eyes and just enjoyed being sexy.

We got up to dance a few more times, each time for a very long
time. By midnight I was exhausted. Don was reading me like a
book. He knew I was ready. He paid the tab and led me outside,
his friends following behind. We got a cab and Don told the
driver to take us to the Riverside Hilton. 

I was sitting between Don and KC in the back seat. Don put his
arm around me and pulled me close for a kiss. I could feel my
skirt pulling up and I pulled back to try to adjust it. I looked
down and I could see the crotch of my panties. 

I also saw Paul and KC watching closely. Don pulled me back
against him and started kissing me again, and molding my breast
with his large hand and I just thought, "The hell with my skirt!
Let them look." It was stupid, I know, but at the time I was kind
of excited about being watched. I was aroused by the knowledge
that two men I didn't know at all were looking at my thighs and
could see my underwear. It was just making me hotter and I wanted
nothing more than to get to Don's room and get fucked, long and
hard.

The cab pulled up to the hotel and Paul paid the driver as we got
out. We got into the elevator, and on the way up to the ninth
floor Don was kissing me hard. He was also running his hands up
the backs of my thighs onto my butt, lifting my skirt and
exposing my backside to his friends. I tried to push his hands
away, but he ignored me. Finally I gave up and put my arms around
his neck and tried not to think about the show they were
getting.

When the elevator came to a stop I heard a gasp. I couldn't see
what was happening for nearly another minute, not until Don
finally let me go. I turned around and saw two older women and
their teenage daughters staring at me. 

I was extremely embarrassed, but as we left the elevator and I
was guided along to Don's room I was aware that I was also very
excited. I was not normally an exhibitionist. Quite the opposite,
I always dressed conservatively. Well, normally. I had to admit
that my dress tonight was more daring than normal. 

Even so, everything that needed to be covered in public had
always been covered. At least it always had in the past. I
remembered my panties being exposed in the cab and now the long
kiss in the elevator with my skirt pulled up and my rear end
exposed. I should have been alarmed. I should have stayed in the
elevator and gone back down. 

Instead I was high on hormones and I was letting them submit to
Don. It was submission too. In all of my other relationships I
was, if not in charge, at least an equal partner. Not now. I was
being urged along out of control. I was powerless, and it excited
me.

Don stopped and slid his key card into his door and went in,
pulling me in after him. I was a bit put out that his friends
followed. I suppose I assumed that they would just have a
nightcap or something, and then go to their own rooms. 

I looked around as we entered. It was not a room. It was a huge
suite. It was bigger than my apartment. Don sat on a large
leather sofa and pulled me into his lap. I heard his friends
making themselves drinks and then sitting down nearby. It was
kind of eerie actually. They never talked. They just watched.

Don was kissing me again, and moving his hand up my thigh to the
wet crotch panel of my underwear. I gasped when he touched me,
the feeling going through me like an electric shock. It has been
so long since I had felt a man's touch there. 

I grabbed his hand and tried to restrain him. "Not yet," I
whispered in his ear. "Please, Don, wait until your friends
leave."

Don kissed me again and despite my best efforts he continued to
rub my pussy through my underwear. Then he said, "My friends
aren't leaving baby. Now you can fight me if you want, but you
will lose. I am going to fuck you tonight. That is what we both
want. So quit playing games."

I tried to pull away and said, "No god damn it. Not with an
audience! Either they go or I go!"

Don smiled and said, "They'll get their 'go' soon enough. Now
stop fucking around and put your arms around my neck."

I did! I don't know why. I am not that kind of girl. I wasn't
drugged. I had a few drinks tonight but I wasn't drunk. I was
also, no longer in charge. Not of the situation, not of me, or
what happened to me.

Don smiled at my surrender and started kissing me again, and I
kissed him right back. I felt his hands moving over and exposing
my body and I was incredibly conscious of the two men watching
us. When his hand returned to my crotch once more I fought to
hide my orgasm from him, from them. I did not succeed. 

Don broke the kiss and said, "That's a good girl. Go with it. You
are going to have the time of your life tonight baby."

I felt him pulling down the zipper on the back of my dress and I
closed my eyes and buried my face in his neck. I could not
believe I was letting this happen to me. But I was. I did.  I
kept my face covered as he pulled my dress down to my waist,
exposing my lust swollen breasts and my hard puffy nipples.

I bit my lip in my effort to stay silent as he leaned down and
took one of my nipples into his hot mouth and sucked and nibbled
on it. I wrapped my arms around his head and pulled him tightly
to my breast as he lifted me up and slipped my dress out from
under me and slid it down my legs. 

I was excruciatingly aware that I was now in a room with three
large, strong men whom I had just met, in only my panties and
stockings. I was also aware of a very large lump under my ass.
His cock felt huge. 

Don finally broke our kiss and stood me up facing his friends. I
tried to cover my breasts and as I did I felt my panties being
pulled off. Don picked up each of my feet in turn and I saw him
bring my underwear to his face as he sniffed loudly and obscenely
at the wet crotch panel.

He stood behind me then and held my arms to my side. As he kissed
and nibbled on my neck KC spoke for the first time that evening.
"Look at that bright red snatch!" he said in amazement. "I have
never seen a naked redhead before. It looks like her pussy is on
fire," he joked.

Don finally released me and I was aware of him behind me,
undressing rapidly. In a moment I felt him against my back again,
his hands caressing my breasts and his long, hard cock throbbing
against my back.

He turned me in profile to his friends and pushed me to my knees.
Suddenly in my face was the largest, sexiest, most intimidating
male organ I had ever seen! It was at least nine inches long. Don
never said, and I never measured it. I put my hand around the
base of it. Well, not all the way around, it didn't go all the
way around. With my fist around the base of his cock there was
nearly and inch of space between the tip of my thumb and the tip
of my middle finger. 

With Don's cock moving around my face I looked up at him and
said, "Please, don't hurt me."

He smiled down and responded, "Don't worry, you'll get used to it
after a while."

The threat implied in that statement went right over my head. It
was only when I remembered it later that I realized the full
meaning of it.

I knew what he wanted, I just wasn't sure I could do it. I always
figured I could suck cock as well as the next girl. I thought it
was kind of a sexy thing to do. I didn't like a guy to cum in my
mouth, and I was pretty good at avoiding it. But as foreplay
goes, I don't mind sucking a nice, hot, masculine, male member.

I started kissing and licking the large cock in my face and then
I licked all around the head. I licked my lips and pushed them
down over the head of his cock and the large amount of flesh
remaining between my lips and my hand was daunting. I was
uncomfortable already, with less than three inches of this
monster cock in my mouth. 

Don put his hands on the side of my head and started taking short
strokes in my mouth, just a couple of inches in and out, at
first. Soon, though, that wasn't enough and with each stroke he
tried to force a little more of his cock into me. I tried to
control him with my hand on his cock, and then pushing on his
thigh and his stomach. This was getting out of control and it
was, without any exaggeration, terrifying. 

He finally stopped thrusting and said, "Not bad for a first time.
Don't worry, you'll get better." I only had about five inches of
his cock in my mouth and I knew there was no way I could take
more. It was beating against the back of my throat and I was
gagging and crying when he finally stopped.

I wasn't so turned on anymore. Now I just wanted to go home. When
he gently, but firmly, pushed me onto my back on the rug I looked
into his eyes and I knew I wasn't going home for a while. I saw
his lust. I also saw, "I own you. I am going to break you."

I didn't fight him. I just lay there sobbing quietly while he
moved between my legs and stared down at me, his oversized cock
lying on my stomach and throbbing threateningly.

Then it began. I felt the head of his cock pushing against my
opening and even as wet as I was he had trouble forcing it in. He
was obviously a man who got what he wanted. That was one of the
things that I had found attractive about him. Too late I was
learning that was not always a good thing. 

Once the head of his cock was firmly seated in my opening, he
started slowly working the shaft in, an inch or two at a time, in
and out, slowly, enjoying my discomfort. He reached down and
twisted my nipple and I opened my eyes in shock at the sudden
sharp pain.

"Look at me, cunt," he said disdainfully. "I want to see your
expression when I fuck you."

I wiped the tears from my eyes and tried to stare into his face
as I felt him slowly drive his cock into me. As he watched me, I
watched him. I could see how much satisfaction he was receiving
from my fear, my pain, and my tears. He was enjoying every bit of
suffering he was causing me. I shuddered in fear at the awful
situation I found myself in. I knew the night had just begun. I
would soon be fucked by his two friends. It was going to be a
long and traumatic night. I didn't know if I could get through
it.

He finally bottomed out in me. Every thrust was painful as the
head of his cock battered against my cervix. His strokes became
faster and more forceful and soon he was over me ramming into me
like a machine. It was so overpowering. The worst part was that
somehow the pain started to subside and all I felt was that huge
pole driving into me. 

Without realizing how it came about, I found myself with my legs
wrapped around his back and my arms around his neck and I was
screaming in pleasure. I had orgasm after orgasm, each more
powerful than the last. I had never been so thoroughly taken, so
possessed, so dominated. 

It seemed to go on forever. He was so big and so violent in his
love making. I guess I shouldn't call it that, there was
certainly no love involved. Finally I felt him tensing up and
cumming in me. It was such a relief. Until I let go of him
finally and fell back to the rug. That was when I saw Paul and KC
and reality returned. They were both naked now. I still had two
more men to satisfy. Oh god, I hurt so much already!

I saw Paul moving around and suddenly I realized that he was
holding a movie camera. He had filmed it! I stretched my hand out
and begged him to stop. He just smiled and kept filming as KC
stood over me. He reached down and took my hand and pulled me to
my knees. Then he presented his long black cock to my lips. I was
beaten now, I didn't even hesitate. I knew they could make me do
anything that they wanted.

It was my first black cock, but it was just a cock after all. I
was relieved that it was at least a more normal sized organ.
While it was definitely not small, it was much more reasonable
than Don's. I kissed it and licked it and finally took it into my
mouth. 

He let me suck him for a few minutes, but then he grabbed my head
and started forcing more and more of it into my mouth. I tried to
restrain him with my hand around the base of his cock, but he
just ignored my puny attempts and after several minutes of trying
I felt his cock slide into my throat. 

It hurt like hell and I was unable to breathe, but he screamed
out some kind of victory yell, as though he had just scored a
touch down. He held me with my lips pressed against the base of
his cock for a moment, until I was about to pass out. Then he
slowly pulled out and let me take a couple of gasping breaths
before plunging back in. 

I kept waiting for him to pull out and fuck me, but he was having
too much fun. He started speeding up, giving me less and less
time to breathe and then he held me tight against his stomach and
I felt his cock throbbing as he shot his slimy cum straight down
my throat. I sensed movement nearby and looked to the side and
saw Paul right in my face filming that long black cock slowly
pulling out of my mouth.

KC let me go, finally, and I fell to the floor exhausted, gasping
for air. I wasn't given any rest though. As soon as he passed the
camera to KC, Paul rolled me over and pulled me up on my knees. I
was afraid that he might have it in mind to take my virgin ass,
but thankfully he was just intent on fucking me doggy style. I
was relieved that he wasn't trying to force his cock down my very
sore throat.

Once he was buried in my sore pussy I became aware that I had
something else to be grateful for. Paul was probably the largest
of the three men, but his penis was actually average. I was
grateful for that small favor. I didn't get much time to enjoy
the reprieve though.

I had my head down, my forehead resting on my arms, my eyes were
closed and I was just trying to last until Paul finished so I
could get the hell out of here. I guess I am dumber than I
thought I was. I felt a hand pulling my hair up and there in my
face was Don's cock, covered with drying cum and ready to enter
my mouth again. I sobbed and begged him, "Please, I'm begging
you. I can't take anymore. I'm in so much pain. Please, just let
me go home now. Please, I can't stand anymore."

Don chuckled and said, "Silly bitch. We have a whole other day
yet. It's just barely Sunday morning. We have all day to play.
You have a lot more cum to drink before you leave here. Now open
your fucking mouth!"

I moaned and let him push his nasty cock between my lips. It was
just like the first time. He pushed it in and out until he had
about five inches in my mouth, stretching my lips until I was
afraid that they would tear. Then he started battering against
the back of my throat. 

Surely he didn't think he could get that fat cock into my throat!
I was so absorbed in the pain in my mouth and throat that I
hardly noticed when Paul came and KC took his place in my sore,
dripping pussy, at least not at first. Not until he pulled it out
of my pussy and started forcing it into my ass. 

I screamed in pain, although my screams were muffled by the huge
cock in my mouth. He ignored my pain and forced himself slowly
into my ass. Every once in a while he would pull out and put it
in my pussy again to get it lubricated, then he would force it
back into my ass. 

I guess that painful distraction was what Don needed because
suddenly his cock reached the back of my throat and kept plunging
downwards. That was when I finally passed out.

I don't know how long I was unconscious. I finally came to and
groaned in pain. My entire body was sore. My throat hurt so bad I
could hardly swallow. 

I realized that I had cum dripping out of my mouth, so I assumed
that Don had continued to fuck my unconscious throat until he
achieved another orgasm. 

My ass and my pussy were just as sore as my throat. I finally
opened my eyes and the three men were sitting around me, but they
weren't looking at me. They were watching the disk they had made
of my rape on the large plasma television. 

"Welcome back, baby," Don said sarcastically. "You all rested up
and ready for more?"

"No," I croaked, almost unable to speak for the pain in my
throat. "Please let me go home. I can't take any more. It's too
much, I think you hurt something. I think I need a doctor."

"You're okay darling. You're just a little tired. It is hard
getting really fucked for the first time. By the time you leave
here tonight you are going to be glad you came."

Paul and KC thought that was hilarious. I wasn't so amused. I
struggled to my knees. I needed to go to the bathroom, but the
pain in my stomach was so intense that I wasn't sure I could
stand up. 

Not one of them offered to help. They just watched, amused, as I
struggled, finally, to my feet. I limped to the bathroom, holding
my stomach as I went. It felt like my guts were going to fall
out.

I finally made it and collapsed onto the toilet. I let all of
their cum drain out of me. It took a very long time. Finally I
wiped myself off, grateful that I saw no signs of blood on the
toilet paper. I struggled to my feet and made my way to the sink
to rinse my mouth out. I heard a noise and looked up. It was
Paul. "Don told me to tell you to take a quick shower so you will
be fresh for the next round."

"Oh please," I whispered. It hurt less to whisper. "Please no
more."

Paul chuckled and came in and stood behind me and rubbed his
hands over my ass. "Sweetheart, don't be like that, we're just
getting started!"

Paul pinched my ass and walked out chuckling.

I turned on the shower and when the water was warm I took a long
hot shower. It seemed to help. Every one of my orifices hurt like
hell still, but at least I could walk now.
 
I dried off and wrapped the towel around my body and took a deep
breath and went back out to the sitting room. They were still
watching the movie of my rape and laughing and joking and making
obscene comments. 

Don heard me and looked up. He saw that I was wrapped in a towel
and he yelled, "Who the hell said you could wear something? Take
off that god damned towel! What the hell took you so fucking long
bitch?"

I jumped in fear and quickly dropped the towel. I would almost
rather jump out of the window than go back over to where they
were watching that movie. But one more dirty look from Don and I
slowly moved over to stand beside him and wait to see what new
indignities would be inflicted upon me.

At first they ignored me, but then Paul said, "Come on over here
bitch. I haven't tried out that mouth yet. Let me have some of
that good head these guys have been bragging about."

I took a deep breath and moved across the room and started to
kneel in front of where he sat on the sofa. 

"No bitch. Kneel up here beside me and lean down and suck my
cock. That way I can play with your tits while you suck."

I struggled into the position he demanded and tried to ignore the
pain from the rough mauling of my tits as I concentrated on
sucking his, thankfully, average sized cock. Although he had
already cum once, I suppose the idea of having me available to
command, and the pleasure he was getting from watching my
struggles on the big screen were very stimulating because he only
lasted about ten minutes. 

Just before he came he clamped a hand down on my tit and I
started to pull my head up and scream, but with his other hand he
forced my head down and his cock slid right down my already sore
throat with surprising ease.  

I felt the hot cum erupt from his cock and shoot down my throat
and finally he released my tit and pushed my head away. I sat
back up to find that this blowjob too had been filmed. I just
ignored it though. I had reached the point that things like that
didn't matter. I just needed to get it all over with. I just
needed to live through it.

Don stood up and said, "I am beat guys. I'm going to take a nap.
Is anyone going to play with her some more?"

They all agreed that a little sleep sounded good and I almost
cried in relief. It was finally over! Paul and KC dressed to go
to their suites. Don grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me into
the bathroom and asked me if I had to go. I didn't, I had just
taken care of that fifteen minutes ago. He lifted the toilet seat
and put my hand on his cock and ordered me to aim. I had never
seen a man pee before, and now he wanted me to hold his cock
while he did it! I had no choice. I put my hand around his still
extremely large organ and aimed it down at the toilet. 

It was so weird when it started. My aim was off at first but I
quickly corrected and once it was going right I just had to hold
it. It was so strange. I could feel the piss traveling through
his dick as I held it. I stared as he expelled his strong yellow
stream of urine into the toilet. I thought he was done when the
stream stopped and started to take my hand away when suddenly
there were a few more quick, short, spurts. I had not been
prepared and the first spurt hit the toilet and splashed on his
leg.

When he finally finished he said, "You stupid cunt! Look what you
did to my leg! Clean that up!"

I reached for some toilet paper but he slapped me and slammed me
to my knees in front of him. "Use your tongue you stupid fucking
cunt! Start licking, now!"

I was aghast. Surely he was joking! He raised his hand to hit me
again and I darted down and started licking his leg. There wasn't
much there. I couldn't even taste it. It was just the idea of
what I was doing was so disgusting that I think that is when I
finally reached bottom. Licking the piss off his leg was when I
gave up. He realized it when I was finished and I looked up at
him. He could see in my eyes that I was broken.

He pulled me to my feet and into his bedroom. He got in bed and
ordered me to get in and he pulled me against him and went to
sleep holding me as if we were lovers. I wanted to sleep. I was
exhausted and I hurt so bad. Instead, all I could do for the
longest time was sob quietly. I don't know how long it was before
I got to sleep finally. 




The next thing I knew he was shaking me awake. It was almost noon
and he wanted something to eat. He took me into the bathroom and
we took a quick shower. Before he turned on the water he stood me
inside the shower and pissed all over me from my breasts down. I
just stood there calmly, my brain too damaged by the preceding
rapes to react. I had the distinct impression that he was
disappointed at my lack of reaction. 

He turned the water on and while I stood in the ice cold shower
he turned to the sink and brushed his teeth. It finally started
warming up in a minute and I used some of the shampoo to wash my
hair, and I used the body wash and by the time he got in I was
rinsing off. 

I wasn't finished though. Now I had to wash him. I washed his
hair first. Then I washed him all over with the body wash. I was
reluctant to wash his genitals. I was in no hurry to have to deal
with another one of his erections.

I rinsed him off and then we stepped out and I dried him. He put
a robe on and while I dried off he went out and called room
service and ordered breakfast. When I came out into the sitting
area he ordered me to clean up the area. 

I picked up my clothes and folded them and put them out of the
way. Then I collected the empty bottles and glasses and took them
to the kitchenette. I straightened things up a little and before
I knew it there was someone at the door. He ordered me to get the
door, and behave myself, or else.

I went to the door and opened it. It was a young man pushing the
breakfast cart. He saw me and his eyes became as wide as saucers.
I stepped out of the way and let him in and he tried to stop
staring and push the cart in. 

Don greeted him genially and thanked him for the prompt service.
He handed him a rolled up bill and asked him if he would like a
little extra tip. "How would you like some of that prime pussy my
good man? My friends and I picked her up last night and she wore
us out. She can't get enough cock. She's amazing. Go ahead. Help
yourself, any hole you want."

He looked back and forth between Don and me. When I didn't say
anything he took off his stiff white jacket and then dropped his
pants. I dropped to my knees and sucked him, grateful that he was
not violent about it at least. When I had sucked him for a minute
he pushed my head away and made me stand up and bend over the arm
of the easy chair. Then he fucked me from the rear standing up.
It was all over very quickly. 

The boy started to pull his pants back up but Don stopped him.
"Wait a minute son. You can't put that away all nasty like that!
Cam, get down there and clean that boy up so he can get back to
work."

I dropped to my knees again and sucked his cock clean. It took
only a few seconds. Then, while the boy was dressing, Don ordered
me to scoop up the slimy cum draining from my pussy and eat it.
He said that I looked like I needed more protein in my diet. 

I felt the boy's eyes watching in amazement as I leaned back and
spread my legs and scooped up the couple of tablespoonfuls of cum
that were dribbling out of my pussy. I just knew I would gag when
I put them in my mouth, but I guess I had been broken enough that
I could do anything now. I carefully brought my fingers to my
mouth and sucked them clean, swallowing the boy's cum. Then I
checked to make sure there was no more. 

When I had finished, Don said, "Now smile and thank the nice
man." 

I am sure it was a very strained smile, but I did smile and
thanked him politely for fucking me and giving me his cum. It was
the first time I had spoken in a long time and I was surprised
that my voice was almost normal. I saw that Don had the camera
going again, but I didn't care anymore.

The boy left and Don sat down to eat his hearty breakfast. While
he ate, I was underneath the table licking his balls and his
cock. As I licked I watched his cock start to twitch and
straighten out and I knew I was going to have to take it again
and I feared the pain more than the abuse and degradation. It
hurt so bad everywhere he put that thing.

By the time he pushed back from the table his cock was hard and
throbbing. He pulled me out from under the table and stood me
beside him. He started playing with my slit while he made me bend
over and suck his cock. 

I was full of dread, but I was completely defeated, I just
blindly obeyed all his orders. I licked around the head of his
cock and once it was wet I wet my lips and forced them down over
his cock head. I started taking more and more of his cock into my
mouth, slowly, a little more each time. 

It took a minute to get to that point where the pain started, but
soon I felt his cock banging into the back of my throat. Despite
the pain, just like an automaton I kept trying. I felt his hands
on, and in, my pussy, but I ignored them and kept fighting to
take that monster cock back down my throat. Finally, so suddenly
it surprised me, it slid past that sticking point and slowly down
into my throat. I held it with my lips stretched beyond belief at
the base of his horse sized cock for a moment, and slowly pulled
back. 

On the next stroke it didn't go down, but after that it did
again, and again. Several long minutes later he grabbed my cunt
with one hand and squeezed brutally while he held my head and
shot his cum down my throat.

When he was finally finished he pulled my head up until just the
head of his cock was in my mouth. He had me hold it there until
he was drained. It turns out that when your cock is that long
there is a lot of cum left in the shaft after you cum. He had
more left in his shaft than my old boyfriends would shoot
politely into a tissue when I sucked their cocks. Because I
damned sure didn't let them cum in my mouth.

When he felt that he had been adequately drained he had me pour
him a cup of coffee. He sat back and relaxed and enjoyed his
coffee while I went back down between his legs and licked his
balls.

My mouth and tongue were getting very tired by the time there was
a knock at the door and I was sent to answer it. I let Paul and
KC back in. They appeared to be refreshed and ready for more,
more of me.

As soon as they got in they undressed quickly and I found myself
sucking off KC again while Paul fucked me from behind. Before
very long I was taking KC into my throat and Paul was fucking me
brutally from the rear. He chuckled and said, "Damn Don, didn't
you tap this yet this morning? It feels fresh and new!"

"No Paul, I let her practice her deep throat on me again. The kid
from room service had one hell of a tip a little while ago
though."

"Well she tightens back up real good," Paul said.

KC finally exploded in my mouth and then I held his cock in my
mouth until Paul was done. I saw that Don was filming again. I
wondered what they would be doing with all the movies they were
making. I noticed that they didn't seem to care that their faces
were in the shots. I didn't know if that was reassuring or not.

Paul finally came, and then he reached over me and grabbed my
long red hair and pulled me around to clean him. Once I had
cleaned him Don ordered me to clean myself again. This was a new
trick to KC and Paul and they got a kick out of it.

They had me get them all drinks and looked at the literature that
was left in the room to decide if there was anywhere to go in
town. There really isn't. We are a smaller suburb of a large
city, although the area I live in is very urban. Except for a
small river walk area there is not a lot here that is of interest
to tourists in town, or in this case business travelers. But they
wanted to get out of their rooms for a while so it was decided
that we would all go for a walk along the river walk.

I was given my dress and my shoes to put on, then the others
dressed and we went out. The hotel they were staying in was at
one end of the river walk. We headed back in the direction of
town, walking at a leisurely pace until we reached the shopping
area. It was a warm sunny Sunday and there were a lot of people
around.

 This was a quaint shopping district in the old part of town,
mostly expensive boutiques and specialty shops. Something caught
Don's eye and he guided us across the narrow, cobblestone street
to one of the shops. He stopped to look in the window and then we
went inside. The only person in the store was the clerk; a very
effeminate young man whose face really perked up when he saw the
three guys I was with. 

"Yeah fool, better you than me!" I thought. I was pretty sure
that wouldn't happen.

Don went up to the clerk and said, "Hi. My friends and I picked
up this slut last night and we think she is dressed too
conservatively. She really needs something that screams slut. Is
there something you can recommend?"

The guy looked at me for a moment and thought about it. Then he
grinned and said, "I have just the thing. I stocked these for a
couple of months but couldn't sell them. I was just about to send
them back. I think they may be just what you are looking for.
I'll be right out."

He disappeared into a back room and was gone for a couple of
minutes. Finally he came back out with a strange outfit and held
it up for Don's approval. The top came down off of one shoulder,
then down over the breasts and straight down to attach to the
tiny skirt that came with it. The fabric, which looked like a
fine cotton lame in a shimmering light blue, looked beautiful. It
wasn't until you looked closer that you realized how nearly
invisible that it was.

Don grinned when he saw it and ordered me to take off my dress. I
looked at him, then the clerk, who apparently wasn't very fond of
women because he was obviously enjoying my discomfort. Finally I
shrugged and unzipped my little black dress, which had seemed so
risqu when I put it on last night, and struggled into my new slut
outfit. It was obvious that they all approved. I would rather not
have known what I looked like, but Don stood me in front of a
mirror and told me to look. 

It was as bad as I thought it would be. It was like somebody took
a pair of see-through baby doll pajamas and made a top and a
skirt out of them by cutting off a lot of excess material. This
had to be illegal! I could see my breasts without even trying. I
could even see the tuft of red hair over my slit! Don paid for
the outfit and I carried my dress out in a bag. 

Our walk had suddenly gotten more interesting for the men. All
men! The three men with me stayed back a few feet and watched. It
looked like I was alone. We crossed the street again and
continued up the river walk. Only now, everyone I passed stopped
to look at me. I mean gawk at me. 

Soon people, men and women, were taking my picture. It was like
you see on the news when the paparazzi are hounding some poor
actress for pictures. I was surrounded by people with cameras and
camera phones. Then people started asking if they could have
their pictures taken with me. I told them they would have to ask
the guys behind me.

They were somewhat taken aback to learn that I was with the three
large men behind me. Don smiled and led me to a nearby bench and
told the crowd that anyone that wished to could have as many
pictures as they liked. I sat down and as the first guy sat down
beside me and his friend got ready to take my picture Don said
loudly, "Don't keep your legs so close together. You aren't a
lady for Christ's sake!"

When the crowd heard that it didn't help my cause. Soon I was
posing for pictures with strange men who had a hand on my breast
or my upper thigh. When nothing they did drew a rebuke from me or
my escorts the liberties continued, and grew worse. 

For nearly an hour I posed for strangers, young and old, mostly
men but some women as well. I had hands squeezing and pulling on
my breasts and pulling my little skirt up and even probing my
traitorous pussy. A good time was had by almost all, all but me.

The crowd just kept ebbing and flowing, but it never seemed to
diminish in size. Finally someone spotted a policeman coming in
our direction and people started wandering away. Don pulled me up
and we walked back to the hotel.

Back in the room the men started making plans for dinner. It was
still early though, so after they had decided where they wanted
to go for dinner they thought it would be fun to feed me again,
more of my protein diet. I had been separated from my new outfit
at the door and now I was kneeling once more and getting more of
that deep throat practice that Don had promised me I would get a
lot of.

It seemed to take longer each time, I suppose it probably did. It
took me nearly an hour to suck all three of them off. I was
exhausted and could hardly talk. But then, I had nothing to say
that they wanted to hear, so they didn't care.

KC and Paul left to change for dinner. Don left me sitting on the
floor and ordered me not to go anywhere. He went into the back to
dress for dinner too. 

Nobody was watching me. My dress and my shoes and my purse were
all within reach. I could have escaped. I don't know why I sat
there. It wasn't that I didn't want to leave. I desperately
wanted out of there. I had not become some simpering sex maniac
craving their cocks. I wanted to go home and forget the last
twenty-four hours had ever happened. Instead I stayed right where
he ordered me to stay.

I will never know why.

KC and Paul came back finally and I let them in. They didn't even
seem surprised that I was alone in the front room with my
belongings. They made me put the little blue thing on again, but
they brought along the bag with the black dress in case I
couldn't get into the restaurant.

The place they picked was out on the edge of town so we went in
their rental car. I sat in back between KC and Don while Paul
drove. They were not that familiar with the area so I had to give
Paul directions. Meanwhile I was being molested in the backseat
by both men. 

It was not even five PM yet when we got to the restaurant. It was
open, but it wasn't busy. We parked and went to the door and
although I got some very disapproving looks from the staff and
the other customers, nobody said a word. We were escorted to an
out of the way booth, somewhere that the other customers wouldn't
be subjected to scum like me.

It was a long humiliating meal. My top was frequently pulled
below one breast, and it frequently stayed there while the waiter
was at the table. Soon the other members of the wait staff were
coming by the table to see the slut in blue, or perhaps the slut
half out of blue is more correct.

It was nearly seven when we left. I didn't know how much more I
could take. At least I had finally gotten something to eat. It
was the first meal I had had in twenty-four hours and I had been
famished. Woman cannot live on cum alone. For the first time in
nearly twenty-four hours I didn't have the taste of cum in my
mouth.

We got back in the car and Don ordered me to give directions to
Paul on how to get to 1321 45th Street. I screamed!  That was my
house! Shit! They must have looked in my purse. Now they knew my
address!

As soon as I screamed Don grabbed my hair and slapped my face.
"Don't make noises like that unless I am reaming you out with my
hard cock bitch!"

I put my hands to my face and sobbed as, with a sinking feeling
in my stomach I directed Paul to my apartment. When we were on
the street I pointed out my building and he pulled up in front of
it. 

Don handed me the bag with my black dress in it and thanked me
for the pleasant day, just like a real fucking gentleman! Then he
opened the door and let me out. I watched them as they drove
away. It was over, just like that!

I ran to my door and fumbled with my keys, praying that none of
my nosy neighbors could see me standing here nearly nude. Finally
I was inside, the door was locked and I was safe.

I ran to the bathroom and filled the tub with hot water and
bubble bath and climbed in and cried until the water was cold.
Then I let the water drain out and stood up and took a hot
shower. I went right to bed and swore, never again. I would never
go out alone again. I may not ever go out with friends again!

I got up at the normal time the next day and just had coffee for
breakfast. My throat was still very sore. I dressed and caught my
normal bus at the corner. 

It was somehow reassuring to be back at work and having a normal
life again. I tried not to think about the weekend. It wasn't
easy. I was still sore all over. It had been the worst experience
of my life. Thankfully it was over now and I didn't want to dwell
on it.

I sank myself into my work and was startled when the intercom
buzzed about an hour later. It was my supervisor, Dave. I went
into his office and said good morning. I took him in a cup of
coffee. It isn't part of my job but he appreciates it and I don't
mind. 

He handed me some files and asked me to take them upstairs to a
suite of offices that was just being put in service. I was told
to ask for a Mr. Carter. I was going to working for him for the
entire week. Sort of an assistant/liaison until he was finished.

I was curious about what was going on up there anyway, so I
looked forward to the chance to snoop. I took the elevator up and
the entire floor was almost deserted. I finally saw a man in the
hall and asked him if he knew where I could find Mr. Carter. He
pointed out the office and I went to the office and knocked and
entered. As soon as the door opened I screamed out loud and
dropped my files. 

Mr. Carter was Don! With him in the room were Paul and KC. All
three of them were dressed up and looking business like in dark
suits. They all laughed as I scrambled to pick up the files. 

"Oh my god," I thought. I was on the verge of fainting as this
all processed through my clouded brain. "They work for my
company! They work for Pell & Pell! They are going to be here all
week....and they know where I work. They know who I am, where I
live. I am truly lost."

"I thought you would be happy to see us," Don said sarcastically.
"Yes, that's right. Paul and KC and I and four others are here
from the home office to straighten out the software installation
on this new floor you have taken over and integrate it into the
system. 

I looked in your purse yesterday and got your address and lo and
behold, there was an ID card saying that you worked for Pell &
Pell! Wasn't that a fantastic coincidence? You will be happy to
know that I have asked that you be assigned to me while I am in
town and your boss was reluctant, but eventually gave in. It is
going to be a fun week."

They all stood up and came towards me. I cringed, but they were
just going out, taking me down the hall to the office where I
would be working for the next week. There was only a chair and
desk, empty but for a telephone. 

Don turned to Paul and nodded. Paul turned and left and Don, KC
and I just stood and waited, I didn't know what for. Then Paul
came back with four other men, the rest of his team. 

"I thought I should make introductions," Don said. "Cam, this is
everyone, everyone, this is the little slut I told you about this
morning."

Suddenly I felt faint. My brain was screaming, "Oh my god! NO!
Not all seven of them! Not all day!"

"Cam...CAM!" Don finally got my attention and said, "These men
will be visiting you from time to time throughout the week. I
have already told them that you will do anything they want, any
time, any where. If you don't they are to let me know. Do you
understand?"

The tears were streaming down my cheeks as I nodded. Yes, I
understood, my life was now totally ruined. They were going to
get me fired and make it so that I could never work at a good job
again.

Everyone left then, all but two of the men whom I had just met. I
was ordered to strip and then I sucked them both off. They were
both older men, in their fifties, I guessed. Both were kind of
paunchy. If there was ever a time in their lives that they had a
hot young redhead at their feet, theirs to command, it had been
many years ago. They were obviously very pleased at the prospect.
I provided deep throat to both of them. In both cases it wasn't
all that deep. They left and I started to dress but they stopped
me. They told me if I needed to wear clothes that someone would
let me know. As soon as they left the other two came in and I
sucked one and the other fucked me. 

When they were done I didn't know what to do. I had cum running
out of my pussy, but I was naked in a public building and I
couldn't dress unless someone told me to. Finally I scooped up
the juices dripping from my pussy and put them in my mouth and
swallowed. It didn't even seem like a big thing anymore!

Throughout the day Don, Paul and KC stopped in for one sex act or
another. I asked Don about the bathroom and he said that I could
get dressed at eleven every morning if I needed to use the
bathroom. Otherwise I was to stay in my room and stay naked.
After he had finished using me one of the first two men came back
in and watched me scooping up Don's cum and eating it. Then he
fucked me and watched me eat his cum from my pussy.

Word soon spread and that became a popular pastime. I was having
sex with someone nearly constantly for the first two days. Then
on Wednesday it slowed down a little. Thankfully, I was really
getting worn out. 

Just before I left to go home on Wednesday, Don ordered me to
meet them at 8:00 PM at the club where we had first met, and I
was to wear my blue outfit.

My heart sank. I had thrown that stupid thing away! I rushed home
and was actually relieved that I was able to retrieve it from the
trash. I washed it and dried it and then I ate a small meal and
started getting ready. At 7:30 I caught a cab and I was five
minutes early getting to the club.

Just the three of them were there in a large booth. I had a drink
waiting for me when I arrived and several other strong drinks
followed soon after. Soon Don was escorting me to the dance floor
and I was out there in the bright lights nearly naked. People
around us stopped dancing to stare at me. Don swung me all
around, flipping up my tiny skirt, just on the off chance that
someone had not been able to see through it. Of course his hands
were all over me.

We danced several dances before they played a slow song. Don held
me close and I felt him lift my skirt up over my ass and I danced
for four or five minutes with my ass totally exposed.

We went back to the booth finally and I tossed down two more
strong drinks. Don danced with me once more and then after I had
put back another drink someone came over and asked Don if he
could dance with me. 

Don smiled and said, "Be my guest. Have you seen her dance?" he
asked the guy.

The guy nodded and Don said, "Yeah, she's a real slut ain't she?
Enjoy yourself man."

That was an open invitation and both he and I knew it.

The guy led me to the dance floor and his hands were all over me
from the very start. By the end of our second dance he had pulled
one of my breasts out of my top and was playing with to the
delight of everyone around us. Even many of the women seemed
amused!

I had drunk a half a dozen strong drinks and had eaten almost
nothing. Even though I was aware of what was happening, it was
almost like it was happening to someone else. I heard several
people comment that I was a real redhead. By that time though, I
didn't even care that the people around me were able to see my
sex. What difference did it make? My ass and one of my tits had
been exposed most of the night too.

The guy finally took me back to my table and Don asked him if he
had a good time.

He smiled and said, "Hell yes!"

"Bet she got you horny didn't she?" Don asked.

"She is hot," the guy said and shrugged.

Don asked him if he was with a date tonight and when he said that
he wasn't Don asked if he would like to have me take care of his
little problem. 

"How much?" the guys asked.

"No dude," Don responded. "She's not a whore, just a slut. Anyone
can fuck her."

The guy looked around; the place was getting pretty crowded. "I'd
like to fuck her, but where?" he asked.

"Well," Don said, "the two easiest ways would be for you to
either sit down and let her get under the table and suck you off.
Or, if you have a booth, you could take her back and let her sit
on your dick and jump up and down. I don't care, your choice."

He grinned at Don and said, "Be back in a few." Then he grabbed
my hand and led me to his booth. There were three men sitting in
his booth with him and they were all surprised to see me. They
had watched me dance, and now they could see me close up and
almost naked. 

The guy I had been dancing with said, "Watch this." Then he sat
down, pulled his cock out of his pants, pulled my dress up to my
waist and pulled me down onto his cock. I was surprised that I
was so wet. I was getting a little silly from all the booze and I
said to myself, "I am going to have a talk with my pussy about
that."

I felt him pull my tit back out of my top and then I was being
bounced up and down on his cock. I looked around, something I
could not have done sober, and saw at least a dozen people
watching me fuck in the booth, my tit bouncing wildly for their
amusement. I even caught sight of Paul, not far away with the
movie camera going again. The guy tensed up and came eventually,
and then, without even thinking I got off and sucked him clean
and helped him put his cock away.

The other three guys in the booth all were sitting there with
their mouths wide open. I felt a hand in my hair and the next guy
at the table was pulling me under the table and pulling my face
to his crotch. I pulled his cock out and sucked it and then did
the same for the other two men at the table.

When I was done I stood up and stumbled back to my booth, not
even realizing that my tit was hanging out.

Don and KC laughed out loud as I approached the table. Paul had
started back to join us when someone else came over and asked for
a dance. When that dance was over I was passed around yet another
booth. 

After the fourth or fifth booth I started to sober up and really
become aware of my surroundings. Luckily, by then it was late and
we left. They poured me into a cab and told the driver my address
and they went back to their hotel.

I was slumped in the back seat of the cab, kind of out of it,
when the cab stopped on a side street and the driver got out and
got in back with me. He pulled my dress up to my waist from the
bottom and down from the top and I lay there all but naked as he
tore his pants open and then jumped on me and fucked me.

When he finished he drove me to my apartment. I managed to put
that nearly naked dress back on and then I had to pay the son of
a bitch for the ride!

I took another long hot bath and thanked god for alcohol.

In the morning I tried calling in sick. I did have a hangover. I
called my office, my real office and I was put on hold. The next
thing I knew I was on the phone with Don. 

I tried to tell him I felt awful and I really needed to lie down.
He ordered me to come to work and he would see to it that I got
to lie down.

I hurriedly got ready for work and I finally struggled in. I even
made it on time. I went to my temporary office and sat there
waiting for someone to molest me. Don came in a few minutes later
and pushed the desk and chair against the wall. Just then the
janitor showed up with a mattress from the storm/fallout shelter
down in the basement. Don asked him to put the mattress down in
the middle of the room. Then he ordered me to undress. 

The janitor stood there staring as I slowly peeled off my jacket
and skirt, my blouse and my bra and finally my panties. I don't
know why I bothered with all that. I knew I was going to have to
remove it as soon as I got in.

When I was naked Don turned to the janitor and said, "She will
pay you for bringing it up, if you are interested."

Don walked out and the janitor looked at me and asked, "Is this a
joke?" 

I smiled wanly and said, "Yes, but the joke's on me. If you want
me you can have me."

He undressed quickly and then I was on my hands and knees while
he fucked me from behind. I heard a noise and glanced up and saw
several of the men watching and Paul with that damned camera
going. When the janitor finished I sucked his slimy black cock
clean and then, as he was staring at me while he dressed, I ate
the fresh, warm cum that was drooling from my crack. 

As soon as he left the other four men, I never did find out their
names, all came in for a morning orgasm in one orifice or
another. One of them took my ass for the first time and word
spread fast, because that afternoon the other three all took my
ass for a test drive. They seemed to get even more of a kick out
of watching me eat the slimy cum drooling out of my asshole. Paul
also fucked me once, but Don and KC must have been too busy to
stop in.

That night I was ordered to be standing on the curb in front of
my apartment at 8:00 PM. I stood out there self consciously at
the appropriate time, waiting with mixed emotions. I wanted to be
picked up quickly so that no one I knew would see me in this
stupid outfit. On the other hand, I really, really didn't want to
spend another evening with them.

I climbed into their car reluctantly when they finally pulled up
at about ten after, with Paul driving again. I was pulled into
the back, as usual, and Paul took off. He knew where he was going
tonight so I was forced to give Don and KC my full attention. 

Neither one of them had visited me this morning. Now Don had his
cock out and wanted so see how my throat was doing. Before I got
started they pulled my top down so they could enjoy my tits and
then I started sucking. 

As usual, it took a couple of minutes to get the head of his
damned cock past the entrance to my throat, but once I got
started it wasn't so bad anymore. I worked at it
enthusiastically, and soon I felt his cum gushing down my throat.
I held his cock in my mouth as it softened and drained into my
mouth. 

Then I was pulled over to provide the same service to KC. We
arrived at our destination before I finished but everyone waited
patiently until I had drained KC. 

I finally looked up and saw that we were parked in front of a
strip joint. I never thought I would ever go into one of those!

I was led in and Don ordered what turned out to be some very
expensive drinks. We watched the dancers for a while and then Don
spotted someone getting a lap dance nearby. He ordered me to
watch what the dancer did. It didn't look hard, just degrading. I
watched several women giving lap dances and then Don ordered me
to give Paul one. I got up and started to move over Paul's lap
but Don stopped me. 

"God you are one stupid cunt," he said loudly. "Do you see any
other female in here with clothes on?" he asked. "Christ!" he
exclaimed. "I am surprised that your face isn't covered with
scars from learning to eat with a fork."

Men from several of the tables around us were starting to watch
when they heard Don. When he stopped berating me I quickly pulled
my dress up and over my head and set it on the table. Then I
resumed my feeble attempt at giving Paul a lap dance.

"Shit, bitch, you suck at that, just like you suck at everything
else! Can't you do anything right?" Men all around were listening
and chuckling and ogling. I just kept my head down and apologized
and promised to try harder.

I climbed back into Paul's lap and tried again. He was moving his
hands all over me, squeezing my tits and pinching my ass. Finally
we attracted some attention and the manager came over.

"Guys, I am afraid that, much as I hate to, I have to ask the
lady to put her dress back on and take her seat. She is taking
money away from the girls that work here."

Don waived him closer and asked, "How about if she were to go
around and give those interested a lap dance, but give the money
to you to split between the girls? Would that be a problem?"

The manager thought about that for a moment and smiled and said,
"I think we can work with that. I will let the girls know." He
turned to me and told me what to charge for a lap dance. I didn't
understand the difference in price at first, until he pointed out
a back room and said that the more expensive dances are done back
there. 

Now I am a fucking prostitute!  At least last night I had been
drunk. This was a lot harder sober. I started to move to a table
and offer my services when Don pulled me back and whispered in my
ear, "If I don't start seeing a smile on your face I will pay for
everyone in this room to take you in the back room and fuck your
ass off."

I looked around. There were at least fifty or sixty men here,
probably more. I pasted a forced smile on my face and started
going from table to table. 

A lot of the guys that had been near us and heard the exchange
knew that I was not a professional and that I wasn't happy about
being here. Nearly every one of them took me into the back room
and either fucked me or got a blowjob.

The first was a young man about my age who was sitting near us
and had heard Don abusing me. He stood up and led me into a dark
side room off of the main room and with a dozen men standing in
the doorway watching he pushed me to the floor and started
roughly fucking my face as the onlookers cheered him on.

As soon as he was finished and had cum down my throat the
audience came in one at a time and took turns using my body. Some
of them fucked my pussy and some fucked my face. It was just one
brutal rape after another.

 Not everyone fucked me though. I did a lot of lap dancing at the
tables too. Unlike the girls that worked here though, I was fair
game. They had their hands all over me, squeezing and pinching
and pulling roughly at my bodies most sensitive areas.

By the end of the night my tits were already getting black and
blue. My ass was too. I didn't keep track of how many people I
had sex with. I didn't want to know.

They finally took me home and dropped me off at almost one the
next morning. They put me out of the car and then threw me my
purse and then finally my dress as they drove off, squealing the
tires.

I didn't even bother putting on the dress. I just rushed to my
door and unlocked it and then, even though I was totally
exhausted, I had to take another bath. I was covered in cum and
my body was badly bruised. I had to take a hot bubble bath before
I could go to bed.

I knew better than to bother trying to call in sick on Friday. I
just prayed it would all be over soon. I went into my little slut
office and went ahead and undressed. It wasn't long before they
started coming to see me, or rather, to use me. 

Everyone was amazed at all of the black and blue marks on my tits
and ass, but it didn't even slow them down. They came in all day
long. I guess because they were having their last day with me
they wanted to get in as much fucking and sucking as they could.
I lost track, but I am pretty sure that they all came through at
least three times.

Just before quitting time Don came in. He ordered me to dress and
watched patiently as I put all of my clothes back on. Then he
said that he had planned to take me out for one last night of fun
and games tonight, but they had a compulsory party at the local
manager's house. He warned me however, that he would be sending
me a small package, and for my own good I had best go through it
thoroughly.

I went home and collapsed in my living room and cried for hours,
cried in relief that it was finally all over. The next week I was
back in my normal office and back to my normal tasks, which had
suffered greatly from my temporary reassignment. Still, every
once in a very rare while, one or another of my adventures from
that week would flash through my brain in a minute of idleness
and sometimes there would be just a twinge of......a twinge of
something, I am not sure what. Surely I didn't miss that!

Nearly a month after they had returned to their own offices in
Los Angeles, I received a small package in the mail from Mr. Don
Carter. I had to go to the Post Office to pick it up. He had paid
extra for 'signature confirmation', so he would know that I
received it and when.

I took it home and set it on the dinette table and poured myself
a large glass of wine. When that glass was gone I finally opened
the package. The package contained a dozen numbered DVDs. The
note explained that these were copies of all of the raw footage
they had shot of me while they were here. There was also a
thirteenth DVD, professionally presented in a case with pictures
of me on the front and back having sex, all kinds of sex with all
kinds of people. 

There was also a sealed envelope. The note said that I was to
watch all of the DVDs, the numbered ones first, then the final,
professionally edited version. I was not to read the message in
the sealed envelope until I had watched each DVD.

Thankfully it was Friday and I had no plans for the weekend. That
was a lot of dirty movies to watch. But I got out the wine and I
got started with number one.

It was hard to watch. Especially that first one when there had
been so much pain. I noticed that they had started recording me
dancing almost from the moment I arrived. They selected me to
abuse and degrade before that first dance with Don. 

I watched the DVDs one after the other. It took all weekend,
there were almost twenty-four hours of video all together. The
thing that disturbed me the most was that I found myself becoming
aroused as I watched the DVDs. Finally, on Sunday night, I poured
a last glass of wine and opened the sealed envelope.

In it, Don informed me that I had been much too much fun for him
to let me wither on the vine of normalcy. From time to time, for
an unspecified period, until he got tired of the game, I would be
given a task. After the completion of each task I would be given
a time to meet him on my web cam and describe what had taken
place in detail. Sometimes I would be required to obtain
photographic evidence. He didn't care how. 

Lastly, I was to be prepared at any time for someone to knock on
my door and tell me that Don had sent them. I was to obey any
commands that person might give, without hesitation.

My first assignment was to take my digital camera with me to an
address on Chestnut Lane and go to the door and ask for Fiver. I
am to tell him that Don sent me and do what ever he instructs me
to do, and ask him to take pictures. I am to email him the
pictures immediately.

It was late Sunday night, so I decided to put this off until
tomorrow after work. I knew that I had to obey, but I was
disturbed because, in the back of my mind there was a little
kernel of excitement growing. I didn't want to be a woman who was
excited by this kind of behavior. 

Monday, after work, I had to take a different set of busses. I
had never been in this part of town before. It was not a very
nice area and I was nervous. I had to walk a couple of blocks to
Chestnut Lane, and the house I was looking for was halfway down
the street on the left. As I approached I saw a dozen big Harley
Davidson motorcycles in the driveway and parked around the front
yard where there was supposed to be grass.

I knocked quietly at the door, desperately wanting to not be
here. A woman came to the door. She was about thirty-five or
forty years old, it was hard to tell. She had stringy blonde hair
and was dressed in cutoff jeans and a tank top. She had a can of
beer in her hand and she looked at me for a minute and asked,
"Are you lost little girl?"

I shook my head and asked, "I need to see Fiver, is he here?"

She glared at me for a minute and then yelled into the house,
"Hey Fiver! There's a civilian here asking for you. She's a cute
little thing too."

Someone pushed the woman out of the way and I saw a small, wiry
biker with a really mean look on his face. "What the hell do you
want?"

"Don sent me, he told me to come here. I am supposed to do what
you tell me to, and ask you to take pictures with my camera."

He stared at me for a minute and then asked, "Are you Cameron?"

I nodded and he said, "Well kiss my ass! Dude said you was cute,
but shit, you can't trust anyone nowadays. You're a fucking
little hottie ain't ya?"

I just looked at him, wondering what this was all about. I just
knew I wasn't going to like it.

Finally he stepped back from the door and nodded for me to come
in. I went into the dark living room, which was loud and smoky
and full of big ugly bikers. As soon as I stepped in the comments
and whistles started. 

I tried not to look at them, which left me with nothing to do but
stand there and stare at the floor until Fiver told me what I was
supposed to do. The comments were getting nastier and I glanced
around because I noticed that not all of the voices were male.

I saw four women in the group, all of them are dressed pretty
much alike. They were all dressed like biker chicks. And they
were smiling and catcalling just like the guys. One of them kept
yelling, "Come on baby! Show us your tits!"

"Christ!" I thought, "What kind of animals were these people!"

Finally Fiver yelled at everyone to shut up. I guess he was in
charge, because they did. As soon as it was quiet he held out his
hand and said, "Camera."

I reached into my purse and handed him my camera. He turned to
one of the women and said "Sam, you have one like this don't
you?" She nodded and he tossed my camera to her and said, "Start
taking lots of pictures. Keep going until I tell you to stop." 

Then he called to the blonde that had answered the door and told
her, "Go get our recorder out, this is going to be interesting."

She left the room and came back out with a video recorder. When
she was ready he ordered me to strip. 

I figured that was coming, still it was hard in a room full of
butt ugly bikers. I was still dressed in my work clothes, very
modest and many layers. I kept my eyes on the floor and started
undressing. 

The guys were all sitting up now and cheering me on and making
rude comments. In all too short a time I was naked and he ordered
a couple of people to clear off the coffee table. As soon as
everything was out of the way I was stretched out on my back on
the table and someone produced some rope and my hands and legs
were secured to the table legs. My head was hanging off of one
end and my ass was right on the edge at the other end.

Once I was secured, Fiver put a bunch of things on the floor
beside the table. I couldn't see them and I still didn't know
what was going on. He turned to one of the bikers and said, "Big
John, you want to have some fun?"

I didn't hear the reply. I assume it was affirmative. He waived
Big John over and put him in position and without a lot of urging
I soon had Big John's big Johnson in my throat. 

He was not as brutal as I would have expected and I didn't have
too much trouble. Not right away. Not until I felt someone
playing with my nipples and then, when they were erect, something
cold on one of them. Then the trouble started. That was when
someone shoved a large needle through my nipple and I had to use
all of my will power not to bite Big John's Johnson.

I think I now knew what was going on. I felt fumbling around at
my nipple and then the coolness again. Cool at first, until the
alcohol reached the exposed flesh of my recently disfigured
nipple!

I calmed down just as Big John came in my throat and pulled out.
"Damn!" he exclaimed. "I do believe that was one of the best
blowjobs I ever had. Especially the part when she tried to
scream."

Fiver asked, "Anyone else want to try it while I do the next
one?"

Instantly another greasy, hairy, potbellied individual was
kneeling at my head and forcing his cock into my mouth. I was
more concerned with what was about to happen to my other nipple
and with being able to keep from biting this guy's cock when it
happened.

Fiver finished long before the biker and I had to wait several
minutes to see what my nipples looked like. When I could finally
look down I saw that Fiver had placed rather thick rings, both
approximately the circumference of a quarter, through each
nipple. I would have opted for something smaller, a little more
petite, more discreet, if I had been offered an option.

Another biker stepped up and said, "Me next?"

Fiver grinned and said, "Well, you can if you want to. But I
would recommend you wait a minute and let me finish the next one
first. Then we can all have a shot at her." That was a crowd
pleaser.

I didn't know what could be next, my belly button maybe?

Not even close! Suddenly two men grabbed my knees and pulled them
as wide as my bindings would allow. I suddenly knew where the
next piercing was going and I started pleading with Fiver. I
begged him not to do it. 

He listened to my pleas for a minute, really enjoying my terror.
Then he started playing with my clitoris and getting it to stand
up. I was far from being aroused and it took him a while, but
nobody seemed to mind, except me. 

Finally he was satisfied and he swabbed me down with alcohol and
someone clamped a hand down over my mouth as I screamed in pain
when the needle was thrust through the skin over my clitoris. 

More than anything I really wanted to pass out right then. It was
awful. Then he put a matching ring into the hole he had just made
in my body and daubed it with more alcohol. I prayed that was the
end of it. 

It was the end of the piercing. It wasn't the end of the pain, or
the sex. The bikers fucked me until late in the evening. I even
had to eat out a couple of the females for everyone's amusement.

I cleaned myself up with a towel one of the women handed me, and
then they all sat around and watched me get dressed. I looked
around and found my camera, the memory card was full. Don should
be pleased. I was about to leave when the woman who had answered
the door when I first knocked asked, "How you getting home
honey?"

I answered, "I have to take the bus."

She turned to Fiver and said, "You need to run her up there baby
or she'll miss the last bus."

He didn't seem all that pleased, but he took me out to the
driveway and started his bike and I climbed on behind him. I had
never been on a motorcycle before and I was terrified, but he
took it easy and I got to the bus stop, alive, just in time for
him to park in front of the bus so that it wouldn't leave without
me. I thanked him, which made him grin, and I got on the bus and
went home.

Fiver had given me some instructions for keeping the piercings
clean and he had also given me a tube of antiseptic cream. As
soon as I got home I took another long bath and then I got out of
the tub and stared at myself in the mirror. 

I didn't like what I saw. I am not the kind of woman who wears
jewelry in her private parts and takes part in gangbangs with
biker gangs.

I just didn't know what to do about it. At least, so far, the
people I work with had detected no hint of my double life. If
that were to happen I would have no more reason to go along with
this blackmail. One word of this at work and I am ruined. Not
just at my place of work either. I would never be able to get a
good job again, at least not in my field. Hell, nowhere that did
a background check. 

After the piercings I heard nothing from Don for weeks. The
constant dread was always there though. The fear of what he would
next use to humiliate me. Then one night there was a knock on my
door and I went to open it.

It was early on a Saturday evening, just after six. When I opened
the door I saw a teenager, a boy of around sixteen. I was
relieved. When I saw him I assumed instantly that it was one of
my neighbors, or someone looking for somebody and he had the
wrong address. Until he said, "Don sent me."

The blood drained out of my brain. I almost collapsed at the
door. "He's just a boy!" I thought.

I finally got myself under control and asked him what he wanted.
He stepped in and closed the door and said, "First I want a
blowjob. Then I want to watch you change into your little blue
dress and then you are coming with me."

I groaned in despair and turned and led the boy into my small
living room. I offered him a seat and when he was comfortable I
knelt and, with a little help from him I opened his pants and
sucked his cock. In the back of my mind I was thinking, "It has
been nearly three weeks. It is kind of nice to have a cock in my
mouth again." But as soon as I realized what I was thinking I
mentally kicked myself.

The young man came very quickly. I sucked him dry and then I
stood up and he followed me to my bedroom. I undressed and threw
my t-shirt and my lounging shorts on the bed. I started to walk
to the bureau to get out the blue outfit when the boy stopped me.
He was fascinated by the rings in my nipples. He played with them
for a moment before he noticed the third ring.

There was a look of awe on his face. I suppose, when you are a
boy his age, having total control over a hot twenty-three year
old redhead is a wet dream come true. He was gently examining all
three rings now. The piercings had not quite fully healed. It was
the first time that anyone besides me had touched them since they
had been put in though, and it felt pretty stimulating.

He finally let me dress and then I slipped into a pair of shoes.
When I was dressed he led me out to his car which was parked
right out front. 

I had been lucky up until now. My neighbors had not seemed to be
aware of my trials and tribulations at the hands of Carter and
his friends. My luck ended this evening though. There were a half
a dozen local boys that knew me sitting on the steps next door.
When they saw me their jaws dropped open. I walked down my steps,
terribly aware that the rings in my nipples and my clit were
clearly visible through the little blue dress. 

All conversation came to a sudden stop when the group of boys saw
me come out and get into the car out front. The teenager that had
come to take me away looked as proud as a peacock to be seen with
me. 

The boy drove for forty minutes, and during the ride I tried to
find out how he found out my address, how he came to know that he
need only say the magic words and I would be his sexual servant.
He answered none of my questions. Not about Don or where we were
going. He finally pulled into a driveway in front of an expensive
house in an expensive subdivision. There were a dozen other
vehicles parked around, in the street and the driveway.

The boy got out and came around and held my door for me. I
followed him into the house and down the stairs into a basement
playroom. There was a pool table and a ping pong table and a
large sitting area and there were also a dozen young men, all of
them were apparently the same age as the boy that had driven me
out here.

As we had descended the stairs I had heard a lot of the loud
conversation. It all came to a sudden stop as we entered the
room. The boys all looked at me and the excitement, the
anticipation was evident in their expressions. The boy that had
brought me, more worldly now that I had sucked his cock, said to
me in a polite voice, "May I take your things?"

"My things" consisted of only my little blue dress. I took a deep
breath and pulled it off and stood naked in front of a group of
horny teenage boys. 

Nobody moved at first. Then a couple of the boys who were
standing near me started exploring my body. When I didn't object
the boys all gathered around and the ones that couldn't reach
some part of my body just watched and waited impatiently for
their turn. 

That didn't last long though. Soon I was on my knees and then on
my hands and knees being taken from front and rear. It went on
for hours, lasting until long after midnight. 

The boy that seemed to be in charge had been told enough about me
to know that when I had been fucked I could be ordered to clean
myself and swallow what I cleaned up. That degrading act was
always a crowd pleaser. By two in the morning, when I was finally
driven home, tired and sore, I had been fucked in every hole,
over and over constantly for nearly seven hours. 

It hadn't just been the dozen boys that were there when I
arrived. After I had worn them out they started calling their
friends. I could not begin to count the number of boys I had sex
with that night. The only good luck I had was that when one of
the little perverts suggested I fuck the dog after I had worn
them all out, enough of the others thought that was gross that it
got dropped.

I took a quick shower when I got home and then cried myself to
sleep. I spent what little of Sunday that I was conscious just
moping around the house in despair. I was actually contemplating
suicide.

On Monday I went into work and when he saw me come in Dave called
me into his office. I looked in and saw that he already had a cup
of coffee so I got one for myself and went in.

As soon as I sat down he asked me if everything was alright. He
said that I seemed distracted lately. Of course everything was
most definitely not alright, but I could never tell anyone, and
certainly not Dave. 

I respected Dave, and I was very fond of him. He had been very
helpful after my speedy divorce. But I could never tell him all
of the things I had done, or had done to me. I knew what I was
now, but it would kill me if he found out.

I tried to assure him that I was fine, and I apologized if my
work had been below par lately. He assured me that it had not but
then he said, "Cam, don't freak out, but I am going to have to
ask personnel to transfer you to another section. I can't have
you work for me any longer." 

Well that did it. That was the last straw. I started sobbing,
nearly hysterical. I was certain that Don had something to do
with this. 

Dave jumped to his feet and ran around his desk. He closed his
door and took me in his arms and tried to assure me that
everything was okay. I finally calmed down. I was still crying
quietly but I could at least converse now. 

"Oh god, Dave, I'm so sorry. Please, tell me what I did. I'll do
better, I swear. I love working with you. I really love coming to
work every morning."

I could have gone on, but he finally calmed me down and
apologized. "Cam, I'm sorry, I am not saying this very well. You
don't understand. We can't work together any more because I am
falling in love with you. I can't ask you out if you are my
assistant. I want to take you out to dinner, but I can't date my
assistant."

I stared at him for a moment, and a wave of warmth washed over
me, until I remembered who I was now, what I had become. I
thought of what I had done last Saturday. I thought of all of
those other things that Don had forced me to do. Then I was
hysterical again. 

Dave finally got me calmed down again. But whenever he tried to
find out what was wrong I refused to tell him. Dave is nothing if
not persistent and I realized that I was going to lose either
way. I either tell him and he loses all respect for me, or I
don't and he has me reassigned and then I have to tell him I
can't go out with him because I am a slut now.

I took a sip of my cold coffee and asked him to sit back down. I
had a horror story to tell him. He didn't go back behind his
desk. Instead, he sat beside me and turned his chair to face me.
I didn't want to be this close to him when he learned what I had
become, but my life was over now, so I guess it doesn't matter.

I told him nearly everything. I left out some of the more
disturbing details, but I told him the entire, gory story, from
the first evening in the club, right up to the party in the
suburbs last night. I told him about the DVDs and the pictures
and the emails and the web cam.

The shock on his face broke my heart. I was much happier when
Dave liked me. I finally was silent, my tale told. Dave sat back
in his chair and under his breath he said, "Don Carter, I'll be
god damned!"

Then he looked at me and smiled and asked, "If I make Don Carter
go away, will you go out to dinner with me?"

Surely he is joking! "Dave! Did you hear nothing I just said?!" 

"Yes, I heard every word. It was a rousing tale, that's for sure.
Someday, when you know me better, I would love to see those DVDs,
but only if you don't mind. Now, as I see it, you started out
innocently enough going out for an evening of dancing and ended
up being blackmailed by an employee of this company, right?"

I nodded. I thought it was nice of him to offer to help, but
Carter is pretty high up in the food chain here. Dave is just a
junior executive. I tried to explain that to him, but he just
smiled and explained that his mother and most of his other
relatives were Pells. You remember, Pell, of Pell & Pell, Inc.?
Dave was working his way up the ladder just like everyone else,
but he definitely had some influence in the head office. 

I thought about it, about how nice it would be to be free. I
wanted that more than anything. I told Dave that I would do
anything if he could set me free of Carter. I also pointed out
that after the things I had done he couldn't possibly want
anything to do with me. Besides, Carter would surely make those
DVDs available and then everyone would know what I had done. I
tried to make Dave understand that I would only be a liability to
him if he pursued it.

Dave smiled and stood up and hugged me. I really needed it right
then. He held me for a few minutes and told me that he was pretty
sure that he could take care of Carter and the DVDs. 

He also said that I could not be blamed for doing things that I
had been forced to do while being blackmailed. Dave went on to
say that he had already fallen in love with me and it was too
late to change that now. Then he kissed my cheek and apologized
for having a hard on when I told him what had happened to me. 

I looked up at his handsome, smiling face and smiled back through
my tears and asked, "Do you really want to see the DVDs?"

"Someday," he said, "when you can handle it."

I didn't want to admit to him that I understood, because I
watched them frequently and found them extremely arousing.

Dave walked me out to my desk and he brought me a fresh cup of
coffee. Then he went into his office and closed the door and
started making phone calls.

I finally calmed down and tried not to think about it and got
back to work.

The next morning, as soon as I arrived at work I was called into
the office of the branch manager. The manager was not in his
office. Instead, Dave was there, and one of the Pells. I almost
fainted. Dave introduced me to Edward Pell, his uncle and one of
the two managing partners from the home office.

Mr. Pell stood up and came around the desk and hugged me and
apologized for what I had gone through. He assured me that Mr.
Carter would never bother me again. He said that he had flown
into town early this morning to deliver the DVD collection to me,
and assure me that there were no other copies anywhere. I was
also assured that Carter's computer hard drive had been
destroyed. No more compromising pictures of me existed. 

I was shocked. This man genuinely seemed to feel responsible for
what Carter had done. I cried like a baby and thanked them both
from the bottom of my heart. Mr. Pell wiped my eyes with his
expensive handkerchief and then let me keep it. He led me to a
seat and sat beside me and said, "Now, about this other
problem."

I didn't know what other problem he was referring to and Mr. Pell
saw the confusion in my expression. He smiled and said, "Dave
tells me you refuse to go out with him because you believe you
are a 'fallen woman' or some such nonsense."

I looked at Dave. Damn he was persistent!

Mr. Pell continued, "I need to make you aware that, much as I
hate to swell his head, he is a rising star in this company and
will one day be running it. I have always been fond of him
because he is genuinely one of the nicest men I know. He is kind
and generous to a fault. I have seen his face while he talked
about you. I wish you would reconsider his dinner proposal."

I smiled at him, at both of them. Then I said, "Mr. Pell, you
have seen those pictures of me on the covers of those DVDs.
Neither you nor Dave, from this day on, will ever be able to look
at me and not think of those pictures, or the things that I
allowed that son of a bitch to make me do. Do you really want to
have to look at your nephew's bride across a dinner table and see
those images in your mind?"

"You are as intelligent as you are beautiful. That is why you
have done so well so quickly in this company. I would be proud to
have you as a member of my family. As for your little
misadventure with Carter, well, you need to spend a day or two
with my wife. She used to be a stripper. Man! The stories she can
tell!"

Mr. Pell stood up and said, "Now, there is nothing more to talk
about. You will be moving to a new office down the hall. Your
first order of business will be to interview for a new assistant.
Two new assistants, actually, one for Dave since you are leaving
him, and one for yourself since you are taking over as manager of
a new section. If I were you I would make sure that you picked
someone really ugly to work with Dave."

Mr. Pell hugged me again and said goodbye and left. I stood there
shocked, holding a bag of nasty DVDs, as Dave waited for me to
say something. 

I didn't know what to say. Yesterday I was contemplating suicide,
today I was in heaven! My entire life was rewritten in one
twenty-four hour period! It occurred to me that that had happened
to me twice now. I got into this mess the same way.

I looked at Dave and said, "Thank you. I can never thank you
enough. Here," I said and I handed him the bag of DVDs. 

"No," he said, "you hang onto them. I want to watch them with
you, after dinner."

I fell to my knees in front of the chair where he was sitting and
brought his hand to my face and kissed it and held it to my face.
He stood up and pulled me to my feet and held me close. "Don't
kneel in front of me like that, it gets me all excited," he said
and laughed. 

I kissed him softly and asked him what I should wear to dinner.
While he was thinking about that, I was thinking about the look
he was going to have on his face when he saw me in that little,
blue dress.

THE END


Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com
To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.



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