Lauren finished off her Hurricane and set the glass down.

The annual Mardi Gras party that Michael put on had become famous among her fellow business school students. Now most of them were seniors, and the party was bigger than ever. Especially since they were entering a stressful time: the last semester before graduation. Lauren had already had a few interviews for jobs after graduation, but it still seemed like there was a long way to go. She hadn't even had time for a boyfriend for most of the year. So the big party came at a perfect time to help blow off steam.

Lauren turned to find another drink, briefly steadied herself while waiting for the room to stop spinning, then moved towards the kitchen. On the way she saw Michael, the host. While most of the students had multiple roommates to keep bills down, Michael somehow managed to have a large apartment for himself. It made it convenient for big parties, certainly, but Lauren didn't know how he did it. Generous parents or something, she guessed. Michael himself seemed pretty average most of the time: average brown hair, a little big though not really fat, and sort of geeky in a cute way while not enough for it to be annoying... not much to set him apart from the many other guys in Lauren's business classes. Except for the parties, of course.

"Hey Laur," he called. She turned to him (slowly enough to hold off any spinning). He was holding out a string of beads, made of glass or clear plastic or something.

"Those for me?" Lauren said, grinning.

Michael grinned back. "Gotta show that you want 'em first!"

Lauren rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah?" She giggled, but shook her head. "Don't think so, Mike."

"Alright then, but I have a lot of beads, it'd be a shame if you missed out!" He laughed at her and started to put the beads back into a bag he was holding. They were kind of pretty, Lauren suddenly thought irrelevantly. And it was a Mardi Gras party after all. She knew perfectly well it was the Hurricanes talking, but hell, why not?

"Well in that case," she said, giggling again. She grabbed the bottom of her favorite blue sweater (it matched her eyes) and yanked up, showing Michael her breasts (still covered by a lacy black bra though, of course.)

Michael grinned wider. "Very nice there, Lauren," he said. "Here ya go." He got ready to toss the beads at her. Lauren pulled her sweater back down, and grabbed the string as it flew threw the air at her. She slipped it over her head, pulled her long black hair out of the way so it rested on her neck, and smiled at Michael. She suddenly felt very good. Sure the beads were cheap and silly, but it was fun to let loose once in awhile, and the beads felt like a nice reward.

She stumbled back to the kitchen for another drink.

Twenty minutes and one Hurricane later, Lauren ran into Michael again. "HEY!" she called. Michael turned. "I saw someone else with TWO strings of beads!" she said in a complaining voice. So silly, to be complaining about plastic beads. But she was rather drunk, and at a Mardi Gras party, so beads were important!

"Well, I have some more right here," Micheal said, pulling another string out of his bag. Lauren wasted no time, and pulled up her sweater to flash him again. "Not so fast, Laur," Michael said, grinning again. "For a second string you'll have to show more than that."

Lauren laughed. Drunk as she was, she wasn't about to do anything with Michael. Her friends had had too many bad one night stands while drunk; she wasn't about to get into a bad situation herself. She pulled her sweater back down. "Not a chance," she said.

Michael still grinned. "Your call," he said. Lauren looked at the beads in his hand again. That string looked even prettier than the first one. She couldn't quite put her finger on what made them different, but there was something. She laughed again, then moved away to find a friend to talk to.

Five minutes later Lauren found herself in the bathroom. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, and the string of beads around her neck. She wanted more. Silly or not, beads were the whole point of a Mardi Gras party, right? She pulled her sweater off, undid the clasp on her bra, and slipped it off as well. Her breasts perked out from her chest enough that it probably wouldn't be noticeable anyway. Lauren was tall and thin, and her breasts weren't that big, so the bra wasn't as necessary as it was for some of her more well-endowed friends. She put the blue sweater back on, and slipped the bra into her purse.

Lauren left the bathroom in search of Michael. "HEY!" she called, when she saw him with a group of other guy classmates. He turned, and grinned again when he saw her. "Look at this!" she said, and pulled her sweater up, showing off her naked breasts to Michael and the rest. Some of the others looked startled, probably not expecting something like that from Lauren, but they all got a good long stare at her chest.

"Wow!" he said, seemingly impressed. "You've got a nice rack, Lauren, for such a thin girl." Normally she might have taken offense to that, but normally she wouldn't be showing her 'rack' off anyway, so she supposed she deserved it.

"Glad you like it," she said, sticking her tongue out at him. "Now give me the beads!"

"Okay, okay. Here!" He tossed a string of beads at her. Lauren grabbed it in midair again and slipped it over her head by the first. A wave of pleasure rushed through her, as if she had just won a huge prize or reward. So silly, to be this caught up over some plastic beads... It took her a few seconds to remember to pull her sweater back down.

Lauren wasn't sure how long she spent talking to a friend before she saw Michael again. Her eyes were instantly drawn to his hand, where he was holding another string of beads. It looked even prettier than the first two, somehow. "Excuse me," she muttered to her friend, and moved over to Michael.

"Want some more?" Michael said when he saw Lauren. "You'll have to take your sweater off completely this time!" Lauren barely heard him as she stared at the glittering beads in his hand. He walked towards a closed door in the apartment, opened it, and entered the room. Lauren followed at his footsteps.

Once in the room, she pulled her sweater off (leaving the beads on, of course) without any prompting. Michael laughed as he stared at her chest for a moment. Finally he walked over to her, beads in hand. Lauren's eyes followed the beads as he lifted them directly in front of her face. They sparkled in the dim light, and Lauren couldn't help but be fascinated. Michael reached out and held one of her breasts with his other hand, lightly playing with her nipple. Lauren was aware of her mouth hanging slightly open as she stared at the beads, and with a great force of will managed to shut it, look away from the from the beads, and look right at Michael's face. "All right, all right," she said, half annoyed, half playful. "You got what you wanted, can I have the beads now?"

Michael pinched her nipple and Lauren shuddered. "Sure thing, Laur." He let go of her breast, then placed the beads around her neck himself. An intense feeling of pleasure, almost like an orgasm, rushed through Lauren's body as she stared down at the new string of beads around her neck.

"I'll be back in a bit," Michael said. "You can stay in here if you'd like." Lauren barely heard him.

She didn't know how long it was before he returned. He had left, saying something she couldn't quite remember anymore. She had been playing with her strings of beads and hadn't quite gotten around to getting up and leaving the room, or even putting her sweater back on. She had just stood there, in her skirt and her beads.

He came in, and had another string of beads in his hand. These looked as wonderful and as pretty as anything she had ever seen in her life, and she knew she wanted them.

"All right, Lauren," he said. (Lauren. That was her name. She had had trouble remembering for a moment. What was his, though?) He unzipped his pants, and his cock sprang out. "Let's get right to the point, I think you know what you need to do for this one."

Lauren stared at his cock wordlessly, then at the new string of beads, then back to his cock. There was nothing she could do, and she knew it. She knelt down at his feet and stared up at his cock as it brushed her face.

Lauren had given head before, but had never much liked it. Now, though, she knew she had to give the best blowjob ever to be able to get that new string of beads. She took the tip of his cock into her mouth, played with it with her tongue for a moment, then pushed her head forward down the length of his shaft.

It seemed like forever to Lauren as her head bobbed up and down on his cock. The beads were so close. She felt his hand grab a handful of her hair. He grabbed hard, and it hurt, but she didn't care. Anything to get those beads....

Finally he let out a grunt and Lauren tasted his semen in her mouth. A little dribbled out the side of her mouth before she could swallow it all. She looked up at him with a pleading look. "Please..." she said. It was the only word she had spoken since he had come into the room this time. He grinned at her, then put the beads over her head, where they joined the others. Lauren was rewarded with the most intense pleasure she had ever felt. The world swam in front of her eyes and she almost blacked out.

When she was able to see again, she was alone in the room. She thought about getting up and getting her sweater, leaving the party, going home. She thought about a lot of things. But all she could do was sit there on her knees, playing with the beads around her neck.

An eternity later (or was it five minutes? or an hour?) he returned. She whimpered as he came in.

"Looking for these?" he asked, holding up what looked like pleasure made manifest. She could only nod, and whimper again.

"Well these are very special," he said, followed by something she didn't recognize that sounded like "lore in". "So you might have to do something more if you really want them." She nodded.

He moved around behind her, and she heard a zipper. "Get on your hands and knees," he said, again followed by the strange "lore in" phrase. She obeyed. She felt him push her skirt up around her hips, then pull her black thong down her legs to her knees. She felt him enter her, filling her up. Stars swam in front of her eyes as he began to thrust into her, slowly at first, then harder. He grabbed her hair and pulled hard while he fucked her. She ignored the pain: the pleasure from the beads and from his fucking more than outweighed it. And she knew that when he was done, she would have more beads.

The world steadied at one point, and she was aware of many other guys in the room, watching. They seemed familiar somehow. Were they from her office? Or neighborhood? Or school? What did she do, anyway? It was so hard to think and remember. Every time she thought she had remembered a clue that could tell her who she was, the thought of the beads entered her head and wouldn't leave.

After a long time of trying to think, she was surprised to see that he was still fucking her. But he pulled out just as she recognized it. He moved around in front of her, his cock aimed at her face. A few seconds later, his cum hit her in the forehead, getting in her hair and in her eye. She didn't care though; now she would get her reward.

She tried to say something, ask for the beads, but words wouldn't come. She could only whimper again, and reach her hand out towards him.

"Not yet," he said. "You know all these guys, right?" He motioned around at their audience. She stared blankly at him. "Well, maybe you don't. I think that they know you, though." She heard a couple laughs from the collected group. "Anyway, I'll be back at the end of the night. If they say you did a good job, maybe then you can have these." He waved the beads around and then put them away. "Well, have fun," he said, and walked out.

She stared at the closed door where he had left, until another guy stood in front of her. "Well, lore in," -- (what DID that mean?) -- "I think you know what to do."

She resigned herself, reached up and undid his pants. As she took her second cock of the night into her mouth, and as the third entered her pussy at the same time, she told herself to do the best that she could, so she could get those beads.

A few minutes later, she told herself the same thing as the next cocks entered her. And the next. Later, when one forced its way up her ass for the first time, she concentrated on the thought of the beads, and didn't even notice the pain.

Everyone finished with her eventually and left her alone, covered in nothing but drying cum and four strings of beads. (The skirt and thong had come off sometime, she couldn't quite remember when or how.) He, the one with the beads, came back in. She couldn't quite distinguish the individual words he was saying, but she understood that she should go back to her own apartment, gather up all her clothes and anything else she could get, and bring it back here. She would be moving in with him. And if she was very, very good, and did everything he told her to, he might give her that fifth string. She couldn't think of any words to say, but she took his cock into her mouth, and he knew that she agreed.

So every day, she cooked and cleaned for him; every evening she let him or his friends fuck her in any way that he wanted. And every night before she fell asleep, she hoped that the next day she would be good enough to get that last string of beads.