Chapter 6

	"Hiya Ms. Hastings," Olivia heard someone call out, as she headed for her bedroom.  
	"Hi Stacy, your timing is perfect, we just walked in the door," she heard her mother call out.  
	"Olivia, Stacy is here!" her mother yelled out.  
	"Got it mom," she replied as she found her friend waiting at the front door.
	"That was fast, how'd you know we'd be home now?" she asked.  
	"It was easy, I was next door waiting for you, and having a little fun," she said with a sly smile.  
	"Next door, with Steve, you were next door, really?" she asked as they walked into her bedroom and closed the door.  
	"Well, yeah, I got tired of waiting to find out what the plan was for today, plus Phil had to leave and I was horny all day and ran out of things to fuck around my house so I came over here to see if Steve was available," Stacy replied as if that was the most natural thing in the world to do and say.  
	Olivia casually reached under her dress and began rubbing her clit as she listened to the lurid tale.  
	"Steve's not my favorite, but I didn't know how to get a hold of any of the other guys and I was afraid to fuck any more of my neighbors for fear my parents might find out," she said.  
	Olivia's mouth dropped open at the substantial chunk of info her friend just dropped in front of her.  "Wha, wha, what did you just say, wait, explain this from the start, I want to hear every gory detail, tell me what you've been up to since you left last night?" Olivia asked, shocked and amazed she had an equal counterpart in her quest to slut-dom fame.  Her fingers were really going to town now, the slutty events her friend were laying out were fueling her own lust.
	"Well, like I told you, after I left here, I was still super horny and when I got home, I masturbated like five times in a row.  I used up a lot of that cream doing it too, by the way I love how it makes you feel all tingly and sensitive, especially if you shove it into yourself!" she went on.  
	"Yeah, I found that out too," Olivia sighed as she reached for the jar of cream.  
	"Anyway, I needed something in me and I tried everything I could think of to use as a dick and nothing felt right so that's when I tried calling Phil to see if he wanted to come over," she said.  
	"What did you try using as a dick?" Liv asked.  
	"I tried a carrot, too narrow, a cucumber, that was pretty decent, really, a cob of corn, that was a bit of a squeeze, had to shuck it first of course."  
	"Of course, naturally," Olivia mocked.  
	"Let me see, a banana, a popsicle, that was fucking cold, but still kinda fun, my curling iron, a candle, a broom stick, and then I tried my hairbrush, you know, one of those ones with the gel handle, that was the best thing I found, next to the real thing."  
	Olivia could used the "real thing" right about now, the egg buzzing helping her right along.  
	"That's why after Phil couldn't get it up anymore, he switched to the hairbrush because I'd already used it for like an hour waiting for him to show up last night," she finished.  
	"How did your parents not find out?" she asked.  
	"Turns out they were out all night at some club and they left my Nanna in charge and she's like 80 and she's half deaf and she was asleep when I got home anyway so she had no idea I was up all night fucking," Stacy said.  
	"Ok, what was that you were saying about your neighbor?" Olivia asked, ready to pop.
	"Not neighbor, neighbors, with an "s", I had a little nap after Phil left and when I woke up I was raring to go.  I couldn't stand waiting to hear from you or Steve so after taking my meds, I felt rejuvenated and ready for more, so I went outside looking for an opportunity, that's when I saw my neighbor Rich outside washing his car.  I put on my shortest skirt with no underwear of course, and my smallest bikini top and went over to flirt with him.  I walked up to him as he was cleaning the tires and said, "Hi".  I'm pretty sure he got a look at my slit because of the angle he was looking from and the fact that he was staring in that direction not looking away," Stacy went on.  
	"It didn't take much from there to get him inside and naked on the couch.  He's a bachelor and probably horny and when a little hotty like me offers herself up, he jumped at it, "it" being me," she giggled at herself.  He liked my new boobs, wanna see them?" she asked.
  	"Sure," she said, right at the edge of her orgasm.  Stacy lifted up her shirt revealing actual breasts, probably size A but definitely breasts.  
	"Here let me help you," Stacy said as she shoved three fingers into her friend's gash sending her overboard, her hips bucking against her hand.  
	"Looked like you needed some help there," Stacy added and then continued on, her finger still buried in her friend's pussy.  
	"Thanks," she sighed.  
	"Anyway, after I banged Rich, I went looking for more and walked down to the playground down the street.  I saw a guy walking his dog and I flashed him my pussy and he came over to talk to me," Stacy said.  "We went into the porta-potty there and he banged me from behind, he even stuck his finger in my ass when I was cumming, it felt awesome," she added.  
	Still coming down from her orgasm, Olivia asked, "you had sex in a porta-potty?"  
	"Yeah, not too glamorous, but when you need it, you need it," she offered.  
	Olivia knew exactly what she meant, recalling her episode with the bums in the alley, she had just finished off dozens of guys but still had a thirst for cock, just like right now.
	"Anyway, Steve wanted me to give you this and to put it on, he said we're going shopping before our big night out because we need a few more items," Stacy said as she pulled her fingers from Olivia pussy and reached down to grab a plastic shopping bag.  
	Inside the bag were two identical outfits comprised of a very short denim mini-skirt and a black lace shirt, there were no panties and she was sure she that neither of them would be allowed to wear any anyways.  
	A knock on her door and Olivia pulled down her dress and hid the plastic bag.  
	"I'm leaving now honey, is there anything you need before I leave?" her mother asked.  
	"Ms. Hastings, can Olivia sleep over at my house tonight, our end of school party kinda?" Stacy asked.  
	"Yeah sure, lock the house before you leave and don't stay up to late, and don't get into trouble," she said as she closed the door and left.

	The skirt only extended a few short inches below Olivia's crotch, if she bent over, she'd show off all her charms for anyone to see.  The black lace shirt was semi-transparent and very sexy. It hugged her body like a glove and it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra, and in the right light, you would see the outlines of her small pink nipples.
  	While lacking Olivia's curves, Stacy looked super sexy in the outfit.  "The girl would probably look good, even dressed in a sack," Olivia thought.  
	"I don't know what Steve has planned for us, but I could use another dose of cream just in case," Stacy suggested.  
	"Good idea," Olivia replied reaching for the jar once again.  Stacy lifted the short skirt and spread her labia,  pushing a large glob into her hole, trying her best to get it inside.  
	"Here, try it this way," Olivia offered and proceeded to use the dildo to jam the glob into her friend's hole.  Stacy sighed from the intrusion and her head rolled back as the cream began to absorb in, the feelings intensified as she worked to dildo in and out of her cleft.
  	Stacy whimpered when her friend pulled the pleasurable device from her hungry snatch.  Olivia repeated the procedure on her own kitty, liberally applying cream to both the inner and outer tissues before lathering the dildo and inserting it in her own pussy.  She worked it around until she could feel the rush go to her head and her genitals catch on fire.
	"Steve said to bring the outfits you got last night with us when we come over," Stacy said.  "Ok, they're in here," she said pulling out the box.  Olivia showed her friend the outfits she had tried on and Stacy was drooling at the prospect of wearing such slutty clothes.  She tried on a few of the bras, excited that she could now fill an A-cup.
  	The little slut enjoyed the "Shocker" best.  "Big surprise," Olivia thought.  She showed her the nipple clamps, the hand cuffs, the various dildos, and finally the piercing gun.  
	What do you suppose that's for?" she asked Stacy.  
	"I guess for piercing your nipples," she replied.  
	"That would explain the chains with the screw in posts," she answered.  
	"Show me," Stacy said.  
	The girls played with some of the toys before realizing they needed to get going.  The girls spent a few minutes caking on the slut make-up to finish the look.  
	Olivia took her evening pill, threw on her sandals and Stacy her flats, and they headed next door to find Steve.
	"Look at you two treats, you look good enough to eat," Steve said as he ushered them inside.  "We don't have a lot of time but I imagine you might need a good fucking before we leave," Steve suggested.
	Steve pounded into her best friend from behind as Olivia watched, rubbing her slit waiting for her turn.  Without cumming Steve pulled out of Stacy and stepped over to where Olivia was waiting, her legs already spread wide.  He sunk into her moist pussy, amazed at how hot her pussy always felt, it was really something special.  Stacy felt divine, but Olivia was a step above that.  
	"I'm going to make a fortune with these two sluts," he thought as he dumped his seed into her twat.  "Time to go," he stated.
	
	"Where are we going?" Stacy asked from the back seat.  Olivia looked back and Stacy had her skirt, what little there was of it, hiked up around her waist, her hands buried in her crotch.  Olivia was doing exactly the same thing, only she had a little extra moisture to deal with as the last of Steve's semen drained from her hole.  "I told you, we're going shopping," he replied.  "You ruined the look of the outfits I put together with those ugly ass shoes, that's our first stop," he added.
	True to his word, Steve pulled up to a shoe store, one the girls had never been to before.  It wasn't a chain store like they were used to and this wasn't near the mall, this wasn't an area they were familiar with, it was kinda run down.  "Come on, let's go shopping, and be friendly if you know what I mean."
	Steve walked his two sexy escorts into the store and the clerk just about fell over himself rushing to come to help.  
	"Hi, welcome, can I interest you in some footwear?" he asked, his eyes glued to the front of Olivia's shirt.  
	"Hi, my girls need some sexy shoes, can you help us out?" Steve asked.  
	"Sh-Sure, what did you have in mind?" he asked.  
	"High heels in a couple of colors and the stripper shoes, you know the clear platform ones, think you can fill that bill?" Steve asked.  
	"Same thing for both girls?" he asked.  
	"Yep."  
	"Do you girls know your sizes, or, maybe I should measure you both first?" he stammered.
	The girls sat down next to each other and the clerk sat down on the bench to measure them, starting with Olivia first.  He couldn't wait to take a peak up her skirt and was rewarded with a nice beaver shot as Olivia had no problems airing out her steamy pussy in front of the new possible conquest, as gross as he was.  Stacy was being her normal flirty self and was trying to out-duel her friend by spreading her knees beyond accidental, trying to show off her own quim.  
	The poor clerk had beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead as came up with every excuse he could think of to keep looking up the girls' skirts.  He had them try on shoe after shoe, barely taking his eyes off their beavers.
	Steve had the girls walk around in their high heels so he could see how they looked in the outfits he had selected for them.  Stacy looked great, but paled in comparison to the remarkable dancer's legs Olivia possessed as she walked around in the high heels.  The heels accented the natural shape and musculature in her calves making her look spectacular.
	"I think we're done here girls," Steve said, the look of disappointment evident on the clerks face.  
	"I'll go ring these up for you then," the clerk said.  
	"Let's talk," Steve said throwing his arm around the clerk's should and walking him over to the counter.  
	The girls looked on as Steve bartered their pussies to the clerk in exchange for their new shoes.
	"Those heels make you look so fucking hot," Stacy said. "Your legs are amazing," she added.  
	"You look pretty damn good yourself," Olivia said.  
	"I'm so horny right now, I'd fuck anything with a cock," Stacy said.  
	"What do you mean by any "thing"?" she asked.  
	"Exactly what I said, if it even looks like a cock, I'd fuck it," she replied.  
	"Oh good, I thought you meant like an animal or something," Olivia answered.  
	"Hmmm, never thought of that, but now that you mention it, that's a whole other world to consider," Stacy replied.  
	"You're scaring me now," she said laughing at her friend's sluttiness.
	"Come on girls, you have some merchandise to pay for," Steve announced as the clerk locked the front door. 
	Despite the fact that the clerk wasn't exactly a prize, he knew how to fuck and pounded both of them well, starting with Stacy first.
  	He only lasted about five minutes in her tight twat before dumping his seed into her warm cave.  
	"Sit in that chair with your legs up the air, I want my cum to stay in you as long as possible," he instructed the freshly fucked Stacy.  
	He wanted to save the best for last and Olivia Hastings was definitely the best.  Kneeling on the floor, she deep-throated him to hardness, feeling the veiny shaft swell through her efforts.  He pulled his turgid member from her mouth and bent her over a nearby display table, sinking into her steamy hole.  Ten minutes of hard thrusting and the young slut was rewarded with another load of cum in her dreamy tunnel.  
	"Can the girls eat the cream pies from each other?" the clerk asked.  
	"Sure, just tell them what you want them to do," Steve answered.  
	"You blondie, lay back with your head on this stool," he said pointing to an inclined stool used for trying oh shoes.  "Keep your legs up in the air like your friend did while I was fucking you, don't let my cum leak out" he instructed.  "And you," he said, referring to Stacy, "stand over her and let her eat the cum from your twat," he directed.  
	Olivia watched as a stringer of cum slowly slipped out of her friends vagina, she opened her mouth and let it slip in.  She repeated the technique as two more globs slipped from the pussy just inches from her mouth.  Olivia grabbed her friend's hips and pulled the inviting slit down onto her waiting mouth.  Olivia feasted on the delicious combination of pussy juice and semen before latching onto her friends' hidden clitty, working her tongue around the little bud.  Stacy moaned as Olivia licked her towards orgasm.  Stacy lifted up her shirt so she could pinch the super sensitive nipples on her newly formed breasts.  The swellings were shaping into some very cute baby feeders.  	"Alright, that's enough, switch it up, this is about you girls eating cum, not getting each other off," the clerk instructed.  
	Olivia wasted no time burying her soggy hole on her friend's face, pulling her labia open and giving her friend a semen face wash.
  	Olivia hadn't cum yet and really wanted to get off.  She reached down and rubbed her clit while impaling her pussy on her friend's tongue.  
	"That's enough, like the man said, you're eating cum, not getting off, now finish up and let's get going," Steve barked.
	With cum shots freshly eaten from their twats, the girls strutted out of the store in their new shoes.  Neither girl had cum yet and they were primed and ready to go as they climbed into Steve's car.
	"So, did you like the scrap books I sent you girls this morning?" Steve asked referring to the pictures and videos of the girls fucking.
  	"That was awesome," Stacy said with enthusiasm from the back seat.  I love the idea of a scrap book, I want to have a picture of every guy I ever fuck so I can keep track of them all, because I plan on fucking a lot of guys!" she added.  "I can't believe I've fucked 10 guys since yesterday!" Stacy shouted.  
	"Olivia, how many have you fucked since yesterday?" he asked.
  	"Uhhh, well, since yesterday, that includes today right?" she asked.  
	"Yep."  
	"Well there was sixty-eight yesterday, and that guy there made seven today, so seventy-five since yesterday," she concluded.  "Is that some kind of record?" she asked.  
	"I have no idea, but I'd love to see you try and break it," he suggested.  
	"By the way, who were the other six from today?" Stacy asked with a hint of jealousy since she'd only had five today.  
	"I was really horny at church and was heading to the bathroom to masturbate when I saw this guy come out of the maintenance room with a boner, he saw me and headed back into the room, so I followed him.  I was just finishing up with him when the rest of the ground crew came in and fucked me too, that made five, and if you add Steve and the store clerk, that's seven," Olivia added.  
	"I have some serious catching up to do, Steve, can you help a girl out?" asked Stacy.  
	"I'll do my best," he replied.

	The next stop was a clothing store.  "You girls need more everyday slutty clothes and this is the place to get them," he stated.
  	Steve ushered the girls in the door and within seconds, every pair of male eyes were glued to the gorgeous pair.  Steve did all the picking as the girls just carried the articles he picked out for them.  He grabbed short skirts, micro miniskirts, short shorts, spandex shorts, several string bikinis, tiny tops, see-through shirts, low cut shirts, midriff shirts, skimpy halter tops, a few sexy strapless dresses and a number of g-strings.  
	Steve had the girls try on most of the articles right in the middle of the store with a crowd surrounding the small group.  The onlookers were ogling the beautiful bodies on display.  Steve watched the crowd grow as the girls twirled around performing an impromptu sexy fashion show.  The male employees were going crazy at the display, the females were split, most watched with amusement, the others disgusted by the show.  
	The male customers were jostling to get a better view when Steve announced the show was over.  A loud groan rose up from the disappointed crowd.  "Settle down, we can offer a private showing if you would like?" he offered.  The number of nodding heads had Steve convinced he was going to earn some serious cash tonight.
	Taking a cue from the previous night, Steve said, "we have some clothing to pay for and we're a little short on funds, we're accepting donations in exchange for a little "personal" time alone with the girls.  The highest bidder gets first crack followed by the next bidder in line, etc...," he said.  "Meet us out behind the store if you are interested," he finished.  
	The girls dropped all the new clothing on the counter and followed Steve out the door, along with the entire male staff and the majority of the male customers, even a few of the women followed.
	The girls pulled off their shirts revealing what their tight lacy shirts only outlined.  They left their skirts on because it looked really sexy when matched with the black spike heels, as they welcomed their first donors.  
	The highest bidder paid Steve his $500 bid and selected Stacy over Olivia, saying he liked her less developed "girly" figure better.
  	He had Stacy lean over with her hands on the trunk lid of Steve's car, as he lifted her skirt and sunk his tool, a few inches at a time, into her smooth slit.  The second guy accepted his "consolation" prize and did the same with Olivia.
	Steve stopped the action after he had pocketed nearly two thousand dollars over the cost of the clothing.  Stacy was determined to make up for lost ground over her "bustier" friend and fucked each "donor" with enthusiasm trying to out-do her best friend, which she managed to do.  
	"How many was that Steve?" Stacy asked.  
	"Check for yourself," he said as he handed his cell phone over revealing the pictures he had snapped.  
	"I got fourteen!" she shouted with glee.  Olivia had eleven but she wasn't as interested in how many she had, she was more interested in satisfying her lust and she didn't care if it took one lover to do it, or one hundred, just as long as she fulfilled her endless need for orgasms.
	"Now where are we off to?" Stacy asked.  
	"We're going to Alfred's place of business," he replied.  
	"What does he do and what do we have to do?" Olivia asked.  	"Another fashion show, of sorts, that's what the outfits you brought with you are for," he replied.  
	"Awesome, those outfits are soo hot!" Stacy answered.
	They pulled up to a non-descript brick building and pulled into the full parking lot.  There was nothing outside to suggest what was on the inside, but they were about to find out.  
	Steve met Alfred at the back door and they ushered the girls inside.  It was dimly lit and they could hear loud music blaring somewhere inside.  Alfred walked the girls through several rooms before they ended up and a room resembling a dressing room.  They saw various costumes hanging up and a few girls in the act of changing their costumes.  They looked at the two identically dressed girl and glared at them.  One of them, a brunette that looked like she was in her mid twenties called out "ain't you girls a little young to be working here?  How old are you girls anyway?" she asked  
	"They're eighteen and shut the fuck up bitch, I ain't paying you to ask fuckin' questions, I pay you to ride laps and show off yer shit, now get the fuck out there and make me some fuckin monay!" he shouted at the woman.  
	She quickly finished dressing and headed out the door at the other end of the room, giving the girls one last evil eye.  "Never mind her, she just old and dried up, you girls are her competition and that ain't even fair!" Alfred said.
	"Here's what you girls is gonna do," he continued.  "Go out there on the stage and dance a few songs, the first one you just dance around and act all flirty."  
	"You should be good at that Stace!" Olivia said.  
	"The second song you take off your top and show them your g-string, you do have a g-string?" he asked raising Olivia's skirt and seeing her bare muff.  
	"Uh, huh," she sighed as Alfred stroked her kitty.  
	"Then the third song you take it all off and show off the goods, roll around on the stage, show off your pussy's, you know get the guys wanting more, then the business starts," he added.  "Once the guys see what you have to offer, they'll either want a lap dance or they'll want to take you into the VIP room, that's where the fun is," Alfred said.  	"What's a lap dance?" Olivia asked.  
	"You'll see when you go out there, but I suspect that you'll spend most of your time in the VIP room.  Lap dances on the floor are twenty bucks a song and the guys aren't allowed to touch, in the VIP room, anything goes for a price.  After you're done with one guy, go back out onto the floor and walk around and flirt with the guys, that's how you'll get more customers.  Every half-hour or hour, depending on how busy you are, you'll go back on stage and show off again, any questions?" Alfred asked.  
	Both girls looked at each other and realized they were about to become professional strippers, Stacy was grinning from ear to ear.

	Alfred waited until the skanky ho on stage was before sending the girls out with the outfits they wore in, complete with g-strings of course.  It was the first time Olivia had worn anything even resembling underwear in two or three days, she couldn't actually remember it had been so long.  It felt strangely uncomfortable, not because the flimsy material went up her ass cheeks, but because she had grown to enjoy the natural feeling of not wearing any, and the easy access to her pussy when the situation demanded it.  And the situation had demanded it an awful lot lately.
	They made it through the awkward stage of being watched by every pair of eyes in the place and even managed to dance to the song with rhythm.  Olivia's years of dance training automatically kicking in as she swung her hips and twirled around, the short denim skirt flying up revealing her perfect ass and amazing legs.  
	Stacy held her own, although she wasn't the most coordinated girl in the world.  The second song came on and the girls began to strip off their shirts, a round of applause going up when Olivia's breasts popped free of the tight shirt.  Stacy's pointy breasts looked slightly larger than what they'd even been this morning.  Stacy looked like she was loving every second of the attention she was receiving.  
	Olivia couldn't argue because her pussy was practically dripping as she looked out at the sea of men, all wanting her, and they could have her, the Queen of the Sluts was open for business.  
	The third song came on and Stacy couldn't wait to strip off her remaining clothes, showing off her slit with her legs spread wide.  Olivia didn't need to be quite as daring, she was just enjoying showing off the sexy way she could move, using her dancing skills as she put on a show for the men lusting for her.  The third song ended and the girls went off stage not sure of what to do next.  
	Alfred instructed the girls to put their outfits back on a go work the floor.  Stacy had only made it to the first table before she was grabbed and asked to go into the VIP lounge.  Olivia fared the same fate as she was being escorted up the stairs to the VIP area.
	Stacy was asked to give a special lap dance to her gentleman and she proceeded to climb up onto his lap and grind her pussy down onto his crotch.  The g-string she was wearing was quickly soaked through from her secretions.  She played with the outline of his cock with her hands while he fondled her little tits through the lacy material.  
	"I really want to fuck you right now," she whispered in his ear as she ground her pussy down onto his erect member.  
	"You're one hot little number missy, I'm not sure that's worth the $300 it'll cost," he replied.  
	Shocked that they would charge the man that much, and eager to get a cock into her pussy, she whispered back "I'll make it worthwhile." She grabbed his hand and shoved it under her skirt pressing it up against her g-string covered pussy.  She pulled the flimsy material aside so he could have full access to her charms.  He gently stroked up and down her puffy slit marveling at its smoothness.
  	"Nice shave job sweetheart, I don't feel any stubble at all," he commented.  
	She stopped grinding for a second and looked him in the eye, "I don't shave, I'm only twelve, I don't have any hair yet down there."
  	The guy just about shot his load right there, "you can't be serious?"  
	"Sure am, are you gonna fuck me or what?" she asked again.  
	"Hell yeah," he said as he started unbuckling his pants.  
	Stacy helped him pull down his pants and his member needed no help and she pulled the g-string to the side and slid down onto his pole.  
	"Oh, my God that feels incredible," he sighed.  "I've never fucked a twelve year old before," he repeated as she began to ride up and down on his hard shaft.  "I'm going to tell all my friends downstairs your age and I'm sure they're going to want to get a piece of you too!" he said.  
	"My friend Olivia's twelve too," she cooed into his ear as she rode him like a pony.  
	"The hot blond with the big tits is twelve too!  Oh, wow, please tell me this isn't your only engagement here?"  
	"I hope not," she moaned as he drove her pussy down once again onto his hard cock.  Her orgasm was fast approaching as she ground her clitty into his pubes.  
	"Can I play with your tits?" he asked.  Stacy had been waiting years almost, waiting for someone to ask her to pay with her tits, because as of two days ago, she didn't have any.  "Ahh, the wonders of modern medicine," she thought as the anonymous guy pinched her nipples sending her over the edge.
	Olivia had equal success with her date, only she didn't have to convince him to have sex with her, he wanted to plant his tool in her the second he saw her dancing so sexily around the stage.  Her athletic grace and her gorgeous looks would have sealed the deal, but the amazing tits and blond pubic patch sent any hesitation scurrying away.
  	He had to have her no matter what the cost, and it was worth every penny as she rode up and down on his cock.  Her steamy pussy felt so hot, and she was so wet that her pussy made a squelching sound every time she slammed her pussy down on his cock.  He would remember this night forever.  He was doing everything is his power not to cum too soon, he wanted the moment to last.  
	She grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts and whispered "pinch my nipples, hard."  And with that she came on his cock, her hips grinding down as hard as she could, trying to get every last inch of his cock into her insatiable pussy.  She spasmed repeatedly, her pussy muscled contracting around his flesh pole as he thought of every non-erotic thing he could think of to keep from cumming in her pussy just yet.  
	Desperate not to cum, he reached under the gorgeous girl and grabbed his nut sack and yanked hard, thus temporarily delaying his orgasm.  Olivia had never seen anything like that before, she didn't understand, she thought guys always wanted to cum in her pussy.  "They could always have seconds," she thought.  
	Not appreciating that this was all about the money she set out to get his cum this time with no delays.  She doubled her efforts and shoved her tits in his face, urging him to suckle her nipples.  She whispered "cum in my pussy, please?" and that's when the dam broke.  His seed came surging out blasting her cervix firing shot after shot of ropy cum.  Olivia felt the pulsation and she called out "bite my nipple!" as he clamped down on the hard little bud.  
	She had another orgasm instantly, it's induction caused by both the pain in her nipple and the sensation of his cum firing into her precious pussy.  Only the Queen of the Sluts could cum just from being cummed into.
	"I just have to know one thing," he said as she climbed off his wilting cock, her large tits still right in his face.  
	"Uh, huh, what do you want to know?" she asked.  
	"I mean I know you look young, and you couldn't possibly be in here if you were underage, but how old are you?" he asked.  
	"I'm twelve, but don't let the age fool you, I'm Queen of the Sluts," she announced.  With that, she walked away looking for her next conquest.
	The girls took a short break after their first hour working.  Olivia returned to the dressing room to change outfits and slather on some of her cream, and found Stacy and Alfred bent over the change table, his cock slipping in and out of her gash.  
	"Hi Liv, Alfred was just helping me get some of our cream inside my kitty," Stacy grunted, as Alfred pushed deep into her pussy.  
	"Here, try it yourself," she said passing the jar over.  Olivia scooped out a large dollop of cream and began rubbing it into her slit, trying her best to get it inside her pussy.  
	"Here, let me help you with that," DeShawn said.  
	"DeShawn, what are you doing here?" Olivia asked, delighted to see him and his thick tool.  
	"I work here as a bouncer and I saw you out on the floor and was hoping I'd get a chance to see you," he said, slathering a fist full of cream onto his cock.  Leaning the beautiful blond over the change table next to her friend, he slipped into her pussy sliding all the way in.
  	"Ooof," she grunted, as his thick meat missile split her open.  He began a casual stroking motion sliding in and out of Olivia's snug and slippery hole, in no hurry to get himself off, just enjoying the delicious feel of her twat.  The cream was starting to kick in and both Stacy and Olivia were euphoric and lightheaded, the sensations emanating from their pussy's building as the spiked cream absorbed into their bodies.
	"Hey bro, you feel that?" DeShawn asked as his cock started tingling and the effects of the drugs started kicking in.  
	"Feel what, this tasty pussy riding my cock?" Alfred asked.  
	"No, seriously, I rubbed that cream on my dick and it's tingling, my whole body feels like I just took a hit of meth," DeShawn replied.
  	"Try it yourself," he said.  
	Alfred pulled out of Stacy's quim and slathered his tool with the cream before slamming it back in.   A few minutes later he looked at his friend and said, "Yeah, I think you're right.  Hey girls, how'd ya think of spiking your pussy cream with crystal meth?" Alfred asked.  
	"Huh, what are you talking about?  That's medicated cream my doctor prescribed for me," Olivia stated.  
	"Well, I dunno about prescribed, but it definitely has meth in it," DeShawn said.  
	"What's meth?" Stacy asked.  
	"It's something you can take to make yourself feel good," Alfred answered.  
	"Like drugs?" Olivia asked.  
	"Well, yeah, I'm positive that what's in the cream," Alfred said.  	"Do you want to try some straight without the cream?" Alfred asked.  
	Olivia looked at Stacy, a little unsure after finding out that the ingredient in their cream that they loved so much, was an illegal drug.  It felt so good and made sex amazing, her orgasms were wickedly strong when she had just applied the cream.  
	"Would it feel the same?" Olivia asked.  
	"Better," DeShawn answered.  
	"Really, let's try it!" Stacy said.  
	"Ok," nodded Olivia.
	Alfred looked at DeShawn and grinned, he knew that once they got their hands on this stuff, they'd want more, then they'd be hooked and he could bypass Steve altogether and have them all to himself.  
	"Be right back," he said and pulled his pud from Stacy's hot sleeve.
	"The ho's in my crib take this up the ass and they call it a *booty blast*, you want it there or in your pussy?" he asked.  "You could snort it or smoke it if you want too, it's up to you?" Alfred asked.  
	"Definitely in my pussy," Stacy purred.  Olivia just nodded.
	Alfred used a drinking straw and filled up the end, the stuck the end in Stacy's pussy and puffed the powder into her slit.  The meth hit her right away and she felt like she had stuck her finger in an electrical socket, her body was on fire she was ready to go. Her hormones and horniness from the drugs kicked her into overdrive.  
	Alfred repeated the procedure on Olivia and watched her melt down like her friend.  "No go on out there and make me some money," he said slapping Olivia in the ass and ushering her out the door.
	The girls marched out into the sea of testosterone intent claiming the men as their own, each trying to outdo the other, for their own reasons.  Stacy was bound and determined to out-fuck her friend as she saw her budding sexuality vs. her friend as a contest and the contest was to fuck as many guys as she possibly could, well at least more than her friend.  Olivia was different, with her it was all about satiating her lust which was boundless, she would fuck as many cocks as it took to get her closer to her goal.
	The girls hit the floor in their school-girl outfits complete with very short plaid skirts.  Neither had bothered to put their g-strings on after Alfred had shot the white powder into the pussies, it just got in the way.  
	The girls went on the hunt searching for prey. Olivia found herself sitting in the lap of a grey-haired man who was obsessed with her ripe titties.  She glanced over and saw Stacy sitting in a group of young college guys, one of them sawing his fingers in and out of her pussy.  The grey-haired guy took Olivia to the VIP room and proceeded to fuck her in the ass.  As Olivia returned downstairs she passed Stacy heading towards the VIP room with four of the college guys in tow.
  	"Hmmm, never thought about a group deal," Olivia thought.
	Several hours later and countless men later, the girls found themselves being marched into the dressing room by Alfred.  
	"Hey girls, I guess the word is out on you two, we got some important VIP's coming in to see you," he said.  The girls weren't really paying much attention to what he was saying, they were high and horny and only wanted to keep up with their libidos.  
	"Clean up your twats and make yourselves look good, the special VIP's should be here any minute," he continued.
	The girls changed into the shiny black boustier outfit, with the tight shiny leggings and donned a pair of black high heels each.  The shiny black split-crotch underwear seemed more of a nuisance, but it completed the outfit so they put them on.  The brushed their hair and fixed up their makeup,  Stacy was a makeup whizz and touched up Olivia's face giving her movie star-quality looks. The slutty looking outfit made her the perfect wet dream.  Stacy was no slouch herself as she looked at her face in the mirror, he medically enhanced bosom peaking out over the top of the boustier.
	"Let's go girls, your guests are waiting," Alfred yelled out.
	The girls were led into a room they hadn't seem yet, it was very lush and luxurious with soft couches and benched scattered around the room.  The first thing they noticed were the number of guys and how large they all appeared.  Some of them actually looked somewhat familiar.  
	"Girls, I give you the starting offense for the New Orleans Saints football team," Alfred announced as he ushered the girls in.
  	"Fellas, your team manager has arranged for you to enjoy these two girls for the next few hours, have fun."
	Alfred went in to check on the girls after the first hour and walked in to a vision of Olivia being speared in both holes by two large offensive linemen, she had nearly seven hundred pounds of man flesh pounding into her holes.  She was moaning and groaning as sparks shot through her body from the assault on her senses.  Her legs were wrapped as far as they could go around the black stallion in front of her while a seemingly equally large man pounded into her rectum.  Her large tits squashed between her body and the massive chest she was clinging onto.  
	She had lost count of how many of the men she had already fucked and how many times she had cum, but the drugs Alfred had given her and her raging hormones told her she wasn't anywhere near finished.  Olivia looked over and saw her friend Stacy laying chest first on one of the padded benches, her knees resting on the floor while a man who looked like Reggie Bush pounded into her from behind. Another man was feeding her his sausage in her mouth and it looked like she was beginning to get the hang of deep throating.  
	
	It was shortly after 1 am when the team's manager came in and broke up the party saying it was time for them to leave.  The girls had been at it with the football players for more than two hours and they needed a break.
	Grab something to eat and clean yourselves up, you're due to go on stage in 15 minutes Alfred informed them.
	"That was so awesome," Stacy commented as she stripped off what was left of the shiny outfit, the leggings were coated in cum from the endless stream coming from her pussy.  Olivia faired the same as a river of cum flowed from both her pussy and her asshole.  The guys especially liked fucking her ass, a couple of them even titty fucked her, coating her chest with their fluid.  
	Alfred had brought in some steaming hot towels for them to wipe themselves down with, and the warmth felt awesome.  It reminded them of the warmth they felt from the cream and from the white powder Alfred had blown up their pussies, the effects of which were starting to wane.
  	"Can we have some more of the meth Alfred?" Olivia asked.  
	"If you girls agree to work for me, I'll keep you in all the meth you need, and I got other stuff that you'll like even better," he said as he broke out the baggy of powder.  
	"Work for you, how?" Stacy asked.  
	"Just like you're doing now, sometimes here, sometimes where I tell you to go, I'd be like your personal manager," he said.
	Craving both the drug and the amazing sexual release she got from it, Olivia would have given anything for a steady supply of it.  
	"I'm in," She said.  
	"Me too, Stacy said. Not to be outdone by her friend.  
	"Good, you want some more then?" he asked.  
	"Yes!" said both girls simultaneously.
	Another blast up their twats and both girls were back, hard at work.  
	Nearing closing time, Olivia wandered back down to the floor after fucking her last guy, "how many was that now?" she wondered.  She strolled around, seeing a few faces she recognized from the VIP lounge, ones that had either fucked her or her friend Stacy, or some that had banged some of the other skankier women, settling for them because she was too busy.  Someone grabbed her wrist and said, "Hello darling, wanna keep me company?"  
	In her high state, Olivia said "sure babe anything you want, anything."  Looking up she saw it was Mr. Fletcher, her principal.
  	"Oh, shit!" she thought, looking for somewhere to run to.  She attempted to run, but he had a firm grasp on her arm.  
	"Now where do you think you're going?" he asked as he guided her down onto his lap.  "It seems we have a bit of a situation here don't we my dear?" he stated more than asked.  "I would think it's a safe bet your mother doesn't know you're here, isn't that right?" he asked as he rubbed his hand up her supple thigh. 
	"No sir," she replied, feeling the repulsive man's hand stroke up her thigh aiming towards her crotch.  
	"Well then, I think we have what they call a conundrum, do you know what that means?" he asked, as his hand went further up her leg until it finally rested up against her pussy.  
	"No sir?" she repeated, feeling his hand begin to stroke along her slit.  
	"Well what I mean is, do I call your mother and let her know her little girl is working in a strip bar fucking guys in the back room, or do we come to an agreement?" he asked as his fingers began probing into her girlhood.  
	"Ohh, what agreement?" she asked as he sunk two fingers into her steamy twat, the sensation eliciting the desire she had felt all night long.  She hated herself for reacting to his touch, but her hormones and the drugs easily defeated any attempts she could mount to resist the feeling.  She moaned as he manipulated her clitty and stroked her vagina, marveling at its smooth hairless pussy lips as he rubbed up and down.  
	"Here's what's going to happen, I own your future, you'll do what I say when I say it or I call your mother," he said as he pumped his fingers into her cleft.  "I'm going to fuck you anytime I want, you'll be at my beckon call, you'll be my little toy," he added as he felt a grip of steel close around the back of his neck.  
	"Aghhh," he cried out as Alfred clamped down in his neck with his powerful fist.  
	"Is there a problem here sweet thing?" he asked as he held the man's life in his grasp.  
	"He's my principal and he was threatening me," she said.  
	"Let go of me, I'll call the cops, this girl is underaged!" he tried screaming as he felt himself on the verge of blacking out from the death grip he felt around his neck.  
	"Now we don't want to do that, do we?" Alfred asked watching as the man's eyes starting rolling back in his head.  Releasing his grip, the man slowly returned back to a conscious state.  
	"Here's what's going to happen, we'll work out a little compromise, and understand this, I don't negotiate so you'll accept my deal or else I'll have one of my boys break both your legs," Alfred stated.  "You seem to think my girl here owes you something so here's what I'll do, you get to go upstairs with her, but you pay full price, and after that, you don't bother her ever again or my boys come pay you a visit, understand?" Alfred offered.  
	"I, I think that will be ok," he stammered.
	Olivia was repulsed that she had to service her disgusting principal.  It wasn't that he smelled, or was ugly, she'd been with far worse over the last few days and had enjoyed they sex they offered.  She recalled all the orgasms she had experienced with the bums in the ally, their filthy cocks stabbing into her sensitive loins, the desire she had felt for the faceless cocks they stuffed into her, the orgasms she had as a result.  
	No, this was different, he was repulsive in a creepy way, he leered at all the girls in school and they all collectively hated him for it.  Maybe that was it, because he wanted all the girls in the way she was about to be with him.  Maybe because he didn't want just her, he wanted all the girls.  "Naw, don't try to rationalize it Liv, he's just creepy as hell," she thought.  "He had a sinister edge to him, like he had girls chained up in his basement type creepy, yeah that was it," she realized, he had an evil edge to him.
	She had no choice though, Alfred had already closed the deal for his cooperation to leave her alone, so she had to do this.  "He's just like any guy I've been with tonight, and the previous nights," she thought, treat him like that, as she eased his zipper down. 
	"Lift your butt she said as his pants came down revealing his semi-erect cock.  It was decent size she thought. "Just focus on the dick," she thought as she engulfed it in her mouth, using her tongue to play with it.  
	It reacted immediately going from flaccid to hard very quickly, the pole becoming larger than she expected.  It was a good eight inches long and thinker than average, "if this was attached to anyone else, I'd really be enjoying this," she thought as she sucked him off.  He stood and let her take his member into her throat, enjoying the girl's abilities.  
	"She really is something, I'll have to figure out some way to get my claws into her without jumbo the pimp finding out," he thought.
	Olivia's expertise in the field of cock sucking was paying off as the man's breathing was becoming irregular, his knees starting to shake. He reached down and grabbed onto her nipples as she continued sucking him off.  Her tongue was snaking around his shaft as his cock head passed repeatedly into her throat, his orgasm impending.  
	Olivia felt the cock swell as it fired straight down her throat, shot after shot of her principal's seed, her nose pressed up against his pubes, the curly hairs tickling her nose.
	"Keep it in there Olivia, I want you to suck me hard again so I can stick it in your pussy," he said.  She felt his cock start to shrivel as she toyed with his cock using her tongue.  
	"It's hard to do much else with the entire thing lodged in your throat," she thought, as she felt a familiar sensation in her throat. "He's pissing down my throat!" she realized at the same time he clamped down on her nipples with his fingers.  She spontaneously orgasmed and couldn't stop herself from doing so.  She shuddered around the cock in her throat and instinctively pinched her clitty to sustain the orgasm, a fact noticed by her principal.  
	"The girl orgasms from pain and humiliation, that's good to know," he thought as he felt his cock coming back to life.  He waited until her she stopped spasming to pull his hard cock from her mouth. 	"Alright my dear, on the couch on your back, legs in the air," he ordered.  Olivia complied and spread her toned legs giving her pussy over to the man. He pushed his large cock into her steamy hole, amazed by its tightness and warmth.  It was like heaven with a blond fur patch over it, as he pumped into her gash.  
	He was going to do this right and make her beg for it, as he slowed his pace down and let her feel every inch as it slowly extricated itself and then slowly pushed back inside.  He teased her clit as her orgasm built higher.  She was so close and knew she could go at any second when she felt him pull out completely leaving her on the edge.  "Suck me again," he ordered.  She took him back into her mouth as her hands instinctively went to her crotch to try and get her needed release.  He knocked her hands away, not allowing her to pleasure herself.  
	He returned his cock to her pussy and slid in getting a satisfying moan from the girl.  He rubbed her clitty as he stroked into her hungry tunnel getting her closer again to her orgasm, only to be denied again.
	He continued the sexual torture several more times before he tired of the game and the girl's whining for her release.  He stopped he rubbing of her clit as his own orgasm swept over him and he dumped his seed into her slit, at the same time pinching her clitty sending her over the edge.
	Olivia had needed that cum badly, the asshole had tortured her repeatedly, keeping her from cumming until finally granting her the desperately needed release.  Of course it had been a big one, they all were, but this one was somehow tainted because of who had given it to her, and the manner in which he controlled her getting it.
	Mr. Fletcher had her clean his cock off with her mouth and then winked at her and left.
	It was late, nearly three in the morning when Alfred kicked the last of the customers out, Stacy was disappointed as she was still going strong and wanted more.  She was happy when she found out the bouncers had last dibs on the girls and she got a few more cocks before it was time to go.
	Steve had was tired of waiting to take the girls home.  He busted his nut into Olivia because Stacy was busy riding DeShawn's tool, her slit finally able to take his monster cock.  Alfred was happy, his VIP lounge manager had given him the totals and the girls had made him a large chunk of coin.  
	"So, do you girls want the box scores?" he asked, seeing Stacy's eyes light up.  "Stacy, you were one busy whore, you fucked 48 customers tonight," he announced to her disappointment.  "Olivia, you had 41," he commented.  It didn't bother Olivia how many guys she had been with, she had cum dozens of times and that's what drove her.
  	Stacy just wanted to out-fuck her friend, but she had cum a few dozen times herself and she was about to have another one as she rode up and down on DeShawn's cock, her hand rubbing her slit furiously.
  	Olivia seeing her friend desperately trying to achieve orgasm, grabbed her by the nipples and squeezed hard sending her friend over the edge, watching as the girl with the new boobs shuddered through her orgasm.
	"That makes fifty-four including the bouncers she announced."  
Steve left with his girls, each with a little baggy of meth, courtesy of Alfred.  Alfred had considered Steve's request for more money and handed him an envelope with cash in it.  Steve thought he would count it in the car as they drove home.  
	Olivia was in the passenger seat absently stroking her pussy, she never seemed to tire of doing that these days.  Stacy was in the back with her legs splayed open, two fingers jammed inside.
	"Hey Liv, how many did you fuck yesterday sixty-eight was it?" Stacy asked.  
	"Uh, yeah, that was the number," she replied.  
	"By my calculation, the five from this morning, the guys from the clothing store and the show clerk make fifteen, and the guys from the club and the bouncers makes fifty-four, that's seventy-three, I beat your record!" Stacy shouted.  
	"You wanna add to that record?" Steve asked.  
	"Sure thing, I'm ready to go!" she said as she stuck her finger into her baggy of meth, coating it and then inserting it into her pussy.  
	"Anything in particular?" he asked.  
	"Nope, I'll take anything," she said.  
	"Ok, there's an after-hours bar a few streets up, but it's a biker bar, you interested?" he asked.  
	"Yeah!" she shouted.
	Steve pulled up to the bar and they were surprised to see as many bikes as there were still there.  Olivia opted to stay in the car as she stroked her still fiery pussy, feeling uneasy about the place.
  	Steve led Stacy in wearing the outfit she had left the house in, sans panties of course and immediately every guy in the bar stopped and looked at her.  Stacy walked up to one of the pool tables and grabbed the cue ball from a large bald man who was about to shoot, "Hey handsome, you wanna fuck?" she asked.  
	Stacy was spread out on the pool table naked except for her high heels, taking cock after cock and loving every second of it.  She had a constant flow of guys between her legs as one cock after another split her open.  She also had a steady stream of guys of guys sticking their cocks in her mouth.
In the car, Olivia had tried the powder using the same method Stacy had, coating her finger and then inserting it into her pussy.  The effect was almost immediate, the rush going to her head, her senses heightened, her body felt alive again, the tiredness of the long hours and all the fucking gone.  She rubbed her pussy until she orgasmed in the passenger seat.  She sighed as the waves of pleasure washed over her.  Her pussy felt empty, she had enjoyed the stuffed feeling all night long and now here she was alone in the car in God new where, and no one to fuck her.
	Olivia entered the bar and saw a huge crowd gathered in the back corner.  She saw Steve standing there watching with an amused look on his face.  
	"What's so funny?" she asked him.  
	Steve was a little startled to see Olivia standing there, but answered "Stacy wanted more cock, and I think she's getting all she can handle now!" he said.
	"There's two of them," someone shouted noticing a similar clad girl with her ass cheeks hanging out.  Olivia was grabbed and thrown down onto an adjacent table and her clothes quickly removed.  The first cock speared into her flesh and she sighed as the familiar sensation brought a welcomed smile to her face.
	Steve dragged the two girls out of the bar as the sun was coming up, both girls had taken on the bikers several times over.  Both girls were exhausted and need some rest.
	From the back seat Steve heard Stacy ask "how many was that?"  	"Unbelievable," Steve thought, more than 12 hours straight fucking and all she wants to know is how many?  Wow, I need to get this girl making me some money before her uterus falls out!  
	"Well, it was hard to tell, a lot of those guys looked alike but my best guess is that there were between 30 and 40 of them," he said.
	"Wow, that's gotta be a new record!" she shouted from the back seat, her twat still leaking cum from the horde of cocks she had just been stabbed with.
	"What record?" he asked.  "There's porn stars that have taken on over a hundred guys at a time so what you did ain't no record," he added.  
	"Awwwww, I was hoping it was some kind of record or something," she whined.  "All that work and no record," she cried.  
	"Look if it makes you feel any better, at the rate you're going, you'll have had sex with more partners that Wilt Chamberlain," Steve said.  
	"Who's that?" Stacy asked.  
	"He's a pro basketball player who claims to have had sex with more than 20,000 women in his career," he responded.
	"I want to beat his record," they heard come from the back seat as Stacy drifted off to sleep.  
	"Hey, you want to dump her in the alley and give the bums at shot at her while she's out?" Steve asked.  
	"You don't mean leave her there do you?" Olivia questioned.  
	"No, just let them have a go with her and then we'll throw her back in the car and then go home."  
	"Yeah, let's do it" Olivia said with a mischievous grin on her face.
	Steve pulled up the same alley Olivia had been in the previous night and stopped the car.  Olivia laid out the blanket and Steve carried the sleeping Stacy from the car and rested her on the blanket.
  	Steve pulled her skirt up to her waist and Olivia pulled up her shirt revealing her proud boobies.  They really had grown, the used to be just a set nipples, now they were A cups that seemed to be heading towards B's.  
	Steve and Olivia returned to the car where he dropped her onto his cock while they waited for the bums to find her.  Olivia welcomed the familiar organ and began stroking up and down on it.  
	"Hey Liv, Al gave me some good reefer, you wanna light one up?" he asked.  
	"You bet," she replied as she enjoyed the feel of his shaft as she rode up and down.  
	Steve had just finished rolling the joint when the first bum noticed the half naked girl in the alley and went over to check her out.  He looked around and saw Steve and Olivia watching.  They two yelled out "Fuck her brains out, she wants it!"  The homeless man wasted no time in dropping between her legs and pulling out his cock.
  	It looked like it hadn't been washed in years and Olivia was getting off watching the filthy man stick his cock into her friend.  
	Steve and Olivia were finishing off the joint when they saw more bums showing up to get in line to fuck the hapless girl.  Olivia was turned on by the display as the third bum was pulling his spent cock from Stacy's well used hole.  She didn't know why but she wanted to jump out of the car and yell "fuck my pussy, not hers!"  But the feel of Steve's cock sawing into her pussy felt too good for her to move, but still, the urge was there.
	A few of the bums recognized Olivia from the previous night and called her out.  She looked at Steve with a pleading look in her eye and he said "fine go on, I know you need it."
	Olivia sprinted over to the crowd and ripped off her shirt and hiked up her skirt.  The first guy to get his hands on her pushed his stinky, funk-covered cock into her mouth and she loved it.  She washed the filth from his tool relishing the bitter acrid taste knowing that she was taking care of those who lusted for her, she felt it was her duty as the Queen of the Sluts to please those that worshipped her.
  	She felt hands on the back of her hips and felt a gritty cock enter her love nest, her pussy washing the filth from the newcomer's cock.  
	She was in heaven, it was her gift to her flock, to cleanse their bodies with her own.  She took their filthy cocks into her wanton holes.  She denied none of them, she used her mouth, pussy and ass to clean them and to slake their lust.  She deep-throated cock after cock, even begging some of them to piss down her throat.  She was rewarded with several golden showers, and even a few of them pissed on her, she loved it.  
	Steve was thoroughly disgusted by the act but still figured he'd fuck her once he had her cleaned up.  The bums had begun to scatter as the sun rose to full brightness.  The bums had chosen Olivia over the passed out Stacy and had only used her when the lineup for Olivia had been too long to wait.  
	Steve had captured the moment for posterity with is camera phone, his memory card almost full from the sheer number of guys the girls had fucked throughout the evening and morning.  
Steve picked up the cum coated Stacy and threw her, still wrapped in the blanket, into the back seat.  Olivia returned to the passenger seat, scooping the cum out of her pussy and swallowing it down, her strange need to attend to her people still pushing her actions.  
	Steve figured it was a combination of the drugs, exhaustion and whatever else her doctor had given her, because frankly her behavior although fantastically sexy to even the most debauched individuals, went way beyond anything normal.
	Steve made it home and carefully carried both girls down into the basement, Olivia falling asleep shortly before they reached his house.  Both girls were splayed out on the couch and fast asleep.  As tempting as it would have been to sink his bone into both girls, he needed sleep too and crashed on the couch next to them and drifted off to sleep.

~~ end of chapter 6  ~~
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