2 comments/ 21682 views/ 2 favorites Limits By: Many Feathers "I'm not sure I can believe you Chris," Donna told her friend as they sat together having lunch. "Not that I don't believe what you're saying isn't true, but that what your brother's friend told him isn't," she added trying to clarify and mollify her friends hurt look. "Pete has never lied to me," Chris stated, "and I know he wouldn't have told me all this if he didn't honestly believe it too!" she added. "Which is why I decided to come to you with it, if anyone could look into it, I know you could, especially with all your connections!" "I don't know Chris," Donna sat thinking it over, "too much hearsay for one, and if what your brother's friend told him is really true, it might be next to impossible to even prove it unless someone was idiotic enough, and willing enough to somehow get inside under cover as it where. Donna paused momentarily as her sharp mind tried to find some sort of solution, though she just couldn't see any way around it given the information that she had. "And to be honest, I can't think of anyone in their right mind who'd be willing to even do that!" "What about you?" Chris asked. "You've sort of done things like this before haven't you?" she asked, "Which is why I told Pete I'd come to you in the first place. If this really is going on, if it's for real, don't you think someone should expose that it is and inform everyone?" It could indeed be a big story, especially if it was true. But finding a way to actually prove that it was might prove to be next to impossible. "There's a big difference between my pretending to be a care-taker at a home for the Elderly and something like this," Donna went on. "All I had to do there was basically keep my eyes and ears open, help out a little with the help of the trusted staff, and eventually discover who it was that was actually molesting all those women. This is a hell of a lot more complicated than that. I couldn't just observe things the way I did there, I'd have to pretend to go along with everything for a while until I was trusted enough to be accepted. And after what you've just told me, I'm not sure that I could, I'm not sure anyone could for that matter." "Well, perhaps you're right," Chris said dejectedly. "It was just a thought, but I thought at the very least I would mention it to you, see if you were interested in looking into it." At just thirty-three years of age, Donna Jones was a highly regarded, very well respected investigative reporter. Aside from the Care Center report she had done, which had eventually helped the police capture and convict an individual who'd been working there for years, Donna had also gone under cover, eventually exposing a Prostitution ring at a well known and up until then, highly regarded health spa, as well as numerous other though not as highly publicized stories. She was good at what she did, having several connections as well as a team of very efficient experts with various skills that she often tapped into in order to help her in uncovering her stories and bringing about the truth. Donna wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty either, short of actually breaking the law, doing whatever it took which had at times included her wearing disguises as her face and identity were often too well known. But as she sat there thinking about what her friend Chris had just told her, she couldn't for the life of her find a way to get inside on this one, short of actually pretending to go along with it for a time, put up with what she knew would eventually prove to be a harrowing experience if nothing else, before she'd have enough proof to substantiate her story and expose everyone involved. She was good, but she wasn't sure she was good enough, let alone emotionally strong enough to pull this one off. "Let me think about it for a while," Donna said picking up the check as they finished their lunch together. "In the meantime, tell Pete to tell his friend not to say or mention this to anyone else, if I do decide to look into it, it could jeopardize any real hope of exposing this, especially if someone becomes aware that either I, or someone else might be, not to mention my safety," she added as a concerned thought. In her line of work, Donna had known there was some risk, but she'd always taken precautions before hand to ensure her own safety. In this situation, there wouldn't be much she could do to honestly protect herself should she be discovered. This time, she really would be placing herself out there on a limb. "I'll do that," Chris told her assuring her. "But promise me, if you do decide to look into this, you'll be careful, don't take any unnecessary chances or risks if it means your safety, or perhaps even your very life. Pete's friend said these people can get pretty rough, and he meant that very seriously!" she cautioned. "I will, and I'll keep that in mind," Donna told her friend, and then headed back to her office to give this some more thought, do a little research, though she didn't expect to find much that would initially help her going in. If there really was much truth in what she'd been told, then this would be a difficult nut to crack, the people involved where very careful, did a lot of background research themselves, had people investigated and followed before ever permitting them to be trusted enough to use once they'd been trained. She didn't know if she could even do that to begin with. Donna would be required to act and behave in ways she had never imagined before or even thought possible. # "I don't know Donna," Jerry told her after listening to her for the better part of an hour. "This would be the deepest you'd ever had to go without much of a safety net," he said telling her what she already knew. "And I'm not sure Dan would even go along with it to begin with," he added. Jerry was her best male friend and co-worker. He was also the best brain with the best technological background she knew. If she ever needed or wanted anything, Jerry could find a way to get it, which had included faking I.D.'s as well as a complete new identity with history behind it if she needed it, which in this case, she would. As for Dan, he was the owner and managing editor of the newspaper she worked for. Though she was more free-lance than a hired on employee, she had worked exclusively for Dan, and had earned a decent enough salary in doing so. "We're not going to tell Dan anything about this," she told her friend. "Not until I've got a lot more to go on, then we'll bring him into it," she told him. "If what Chris told me is true, then there are too many people in high enough places that they could bury all of this, including me if I don't find and get the proof that we need first before going to Dan with any of this." "I still don't like it," Jerry told her. "But I'll be there every step of the way if I can," he added already knowing as he said that, that Donna had already made up her mind. "So, what are you going to title this story if you do manage to expose it?" he asked. Donna laughed, "Oh I don't know, something along the lines of 'The Stepford Wives meet the Marquis De'Sade?" she said. "God Donna, just the sound of that sends chills up and down my spine," he told her. "Yeah, me too," she said seriously, already feeling them. # As Jerry began work on giving Donna a complete new identity, which anyone having access to the network would easily be able to find, Donna began her own initial research on the company in question, a perfectly legitimate one on paper, and one that was also highly regarded in the industry, yet low key just enough to fly just under the radar where it mattered. She brought up their web site. It looked just like a number of other temporary hiring/placement agencies that specialized in temporary part-time help for numerous Fortune 500 Companies for which it served. Donna shook her head wondering, just how many placements where there, where the type of activities going on were actually happening? Real? It could also be entirely false, some disgruntled ex-employee with a chip on their shoulder hoping to seek revenge for all she knew, though she'd been given assurances from Chris that this wasn't the case. Pete's friend had stumbled into it, though even this was a "friend of a friend's" sort of thing, and Donna had learned through experience that most of the time, those sorts of rumors and accusations never panned out. Pete had insisted however, to Chris, that what that friend had told him was held in the strictest of confidence, bragging about it to him, exclaiming the truth of it, and sadly enough, how exciting it had been for him to have personally experienced it on top of all that. "Women hired, and then trained and placed to be willingly humiliated, abused, and even tortured, all for the amusement of other men and women in high places, in highly respected positions, for well known companies and organizations, all under the guise of temporary help," Donna mused while reading through "O.B. & D Services," which stood for Office, Business and Document Services, specializing in temporary employee placements. It was again all legit, on paper. There was nothing that she could find anywhere, where there were any filed complaints against the agency. Any firings had come from just cause, each one thoroughly and appropriately documented, but even those were far and few between. Even so, Donna knew Jerry would be thorough in checking those out. What was odd to her in comparison to most of the other similar agencies, were the disproportionate amount of accolades and letters of excellence that the organization proudly displayed on their website, proclaiming their years of professional service to the community, backed by hundreds and hundreds of letters of support and recommendations by a majority of the major Corporate organizations and leaderships. Donna could only sit there and wonder just how widespread and how far this really went, if any of it were in fact even true. She still had no real basis in fact to go on, nothing more than a mere rumor really, and a totally unsubstantiated one at that. "What the hell am I doing?" she asked herself as she picked up the phone and dialed Jerry's number. As always, he knew who was calling him before he'd even answered. "You're in," he said simply picking up the phone. "You've got an interview at nine in the morning, I'm faxing over your work history, back ground history and identifications. You'll need to drop by my place for the hard ID however on your way in tomorrow. I'll have it ready for you by then," he assured her. No longer a blond, Donna had gone with a dark brunet look, including fairly expensive hair extensions which she added, giving her shoulder length hair a fuller, longer appearance which now fell well down to the middle of her back. In addition, even going so far as to get contacts, which now made her eyes green rather than blue. Even Jerry had been amazed at the transformation with a little change in makeup and eye shadow along with her sunglasses, which did well to hide her real look and true identity. "You sure no one will recognize me?" she asked for about the tenth time. "About as sure as we can be," he'd told her. "You haven't done anything significant in several months now, so you've pretty much kept your face off the news." "Gee thanks," Donna said sarcastically. 'You know what I mean," Jerry told her. "Most of what you do is behind the scenes anyway, you've never been one to seek that kind of exposure, so I'm still reasonably confident with the new disguise, no one will know who you really are, and your new name, education and work history are bullet-proof, even if they send someone out to interview the people we have in place, they'll all verify you are who you say you are, so we should also be covered there too." "Let's hope so," she told him. "We had to call in an awful lot of favors on this one," she added. "Yeah, but a lot of them owed you those favors too," he reminded her. "If it hadn't been for you, some of them wouldn't be where they are now, or have the kind of justice given them that each one of them deserved to have either." "Yeah, I know, but it was never my intention for any of them to feel obligated to me in anyway because of my help either." "They all know that," Jerry reassured her. "They're just trying to do for you, what you did for them, so that you can hopefully do what you're about to do now in helping a few others who may no longer realize or even hope that anyone will. Right now kiddo, you might be their only hope in exposing any of this." # It wasn't the interview she was nervous about. Donna knew she'd breeze through that with no problems, it was getting noticed, without being noticed that concerned her. Everything else was in place, as well as it could be. She met all the criteria from the little bit they had been able to dig up and gather. She was new to the city, had no real family to speak of, her parents having long ago died, no sister's no brothers, aunts or uncles. A loner. She came from a typical midwestern background, smart without being too overly intelligent, she'd attended a trade school too poor to graduation from college, with just enough skills to get her by. Slightly above average looks, had competed in a few beauty pageants, none of which she'd ever won, though coming in as first runner up once. She read through her bio and background again until she felt she knew it by heart. The problem was, was it enough? Was it too much? There was no real way of knowing. All she could do was go through the interview and hope for the best. After that, it was entirely up to fate the way she saw it. This was an investigation that could end right here before it had even began. There was one small tiny piece that she had insisted Jerry include, they had argued about it initially, until she'd convinced him about the wisdom of hiding it somewhere in her background, hinting about it perhaps when required to fill out all the necessary forms which Jerry had gotten for her to look at well before hand so that they knew everything they'd need to have. For Jerry, breaking into the Oklahoma City Police files and leaving a false record of a man Donna, now Linda Franks had once been married to was of no moment. That he had been convicted of drug abuse as well as physical abuse was just one of many such files that remained in their archives, though his was also marked as "deceased" from a drug over dose shortly upon his release. But it wasn't even this extra tid-bit of information they'd established which was as important, as the one where by Linda's own admission, she'd never reported the physical abuse to the police, because she'd never seen it as being that. Some other concerned neighbor had been the one to report it, and had she not, chances were Linda's husband might never have been found out. Donna had swung by Jerry's apartment with plenty of time to pick up her new ID's including a drivers license, passport, social security card (all appropriately worn and weathered looking to boot) and spent a few additional minutes going over a last few minor details. Then she was off to the offices of OB & D Services. She spent the first few minutes of her appointment filling out all the appropriate forms, all of which she'd already seen and had become familiar with well before hand. There was nothing new there. "Mrs., Franks?" "Miss Franks," Donna corrected the receptionist as she stood and followed the woman into a small tiny little conference room where she was told that one of the reviewers would be meeting with her shortly, and then watched the young friendly receptionist leave closing the door behind her. Donna didn't think there would be any hidden cameras within the room, no reason for it, but she purposely didn't sit there looking around for any either just in case that there was. She acted appropriately nervous without being too nervous, and waited. Just a few moments later a young, certainly younger looking man than she was entered the room. "Miss Franks," he said getting her marital status right, obviously that small point had been addressed prior to his coming into the room. Donna stood taking his hand, shaking it. "I'm Dave Elliot," he said in greeting, "please take a seat, and make yourself comfortable." "Thank you," she told him sitting down, and then waited quietly as Dave scrutinized all the required forms she'd filled out. He then asked one or two additional insignificant questions, seemingly satisfied. "It looks like everything's in order," he told her. "But if you'll wait for just a couple of more minutes, I'd like to pass this by one of the executives, if she has any additional questions she'd like to ask, I'll come and get you and see you to her office. If not, then you'll be free to go now and wait for our call." "Ok, thank you," Donna said once again sitting and waiting patiently as he left. As she sat, her mind quickly ran through the all the corporate names she had looked at, one in particular coming to mind, Sylvia Grant. She had seen her photo, though she was sure it didn't truly do her justice. The one thing that was strange about it, was the way she wore her nearly white-blonde hair, in a pinned up quaff reminiscent of a late forty's early fifty's type of hair-style, though many of those had once again become popular. Problem was, according to the various photos Donna had been able to dig up on her, or rather the one's that Jerry had, she'd been wearing it that way for a lot longer before it had become vogue once again to do so. The door opened. Dave was smiling. "If you have a few extra minutes, one of our chief executive officers would like to speak with you for a moment." "Certainly," Donna responded, and then followed Dave out back into the office area, down a short hallway, and then through a door which opened into what appeared to be much more extravagant and lavishly decorated executive style offices. She looked up at the nameplate on the door as Dave knocked. "Sylvia Grant" Donna smiled inwardly as she heard the invitation to come in, which Dave did only so far enough to open the door for her, allowing her to go by, then stepping back and closing it. Donna noticed that her file lay open on Sylvia's antique mahogany styled desk. "Linda?" Sylvia said addressing her by her first name, extending her hand to Donna as she did so. "Sylvia Grant," she acknowledged herself as Donna took it, shaking. "Please sit down." Donna sat, taking a deep purposeful breath, though trying to look like she hadn't as Sylvia once again flipped through a few pages of her application. "Only have one or two additional questions to ask you about," she began. "Go right ahead," Donna told her sounding a bit nervous. "I noticed that on your application you indicated that you're currently single, and though this is a voluntary question that you're not legally obligated to answer, nor that we even require, the reason I'm asking you about it, is that I also noticed one other entry on the back where you also indicated that you had been married at one time. But since you didn't check or indicate divorced, I felt I needed to ask you about it." "Yes, well, my husband's dead," Donna told her though without an ounce of regret when she said it. "Oh, I'm sorry." "Don't be, it was a life-time ago," Donna responded back. Donna watched, as Sylvia appeared to make a few notes, scribbling something on the forms. She noticed the woman as she did so, smiling to herself. She looked every bit the way her photo's depicted her to be, though taller than she had imagined reaching at least six feet. She was properly attired in a business suit, not looking too overly sexy, yet exuding her sensuality and sexuality all the same. If there was ever a picture of a Dominatrix, she was it. All she needed now was an old style German officer's cap, a whip and some sort of tight leather or latex body garment and she'd perfectly fit the bill. Limits Turn back to face the young woman standing next to her at the bar, Donna couldn't help shaking her head. Melinda was certainly perfect for the position, or "positions" she considered, half expecting to find Melinda on her back at some point in the evening. Star struck for one thing, and obviously more than willing to do whatever was expected or required of her to ensure that she remained in good standing for whatever future work or opportunities came around. "Yes, it will be interesting and exciting working here tonight," Donna confided in her, just then watching several guests as they began to arrive. "Well, that's my cue!" Donna said grabbing a tray of Champagne, "time to start working!" she added, and then headed over towards the door as Sylvia stood nearby watching her with a head nod of approval. # As Donna had expected, it took some time for the party to really get going, but once it had, it seemed to go from one extreme to the other rather quickly. As she had being doing for the better part of an hour now in serving drinks, she'd overheard bits and pieces of conversations, mostly of the flirtatious kinds, which had in some cases verged on the edge of being vulgar and obscene, all of which she'd either ignored as though having not heard it, or in the few rare instances where comments had actually come her way directly, had received all of those with a flirtatious smile, or laugh back at as though enjoying the attention rather than finding much of it too lewd to even want to repeat in mixed company. And she was again reminded of just how far she was herself willing to go for a story, even one as potentially big in magnitude as this one could turn out to be. It would be an even later night for her than just the length of the party. Once she had arrived home, she knew she would spend several hours writing down her notes, attempting to recall as much as she had seen or could remember, along with names in the event at some point, some might be called in as eventual witnesses. Donna had twice felt a hand rubbing her ass as she stood holding a tray of drinks, each time she had stood there allowing the violation, accepting it, gritting her teeth, and nearly just as often, finding Sylvia as she also mingled about keeping an eye on the girls as well as the party, giving her a knowing nod of approval as Donna stood letting who's ever hand that it was, continue to fondly caress her ass. She hoped that that was as bad as it would get, or all that she'd be forced herself to endure, though she'd seen one of the other girls, Susan as she remembered her being called, and not one of the new hires, having her breasts openly fondled as she'd leaned over offering some fresh made crab cakes to a couple of men who were seated together on the couch. "I'd rather be served one of these beauties," he'd told her, reaching up, grasping one of her breasts even though it was through her blouse as he did so, and then fondling it as she continued leaning over him allowing it. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind nibbling on one of those now myself," the other guy stated agreeing with his friend, only then reaching up to likewise begin handling her other tit. "So...what would it take?" he asked, "for you to let me have a little bite or two of this one anyway?" Donna watched the woman giggle, then lean over even more so than she had been as she whispered something into his ear, seeing the smile on his face widen as he listened, shortly after that reaching into his coat pocket for his wallet. "I think we can certainly handle that, he told her, then slipped her a bill which Donna couldn't see clearly, though it must have been more than enough, as she nonchalantly undid the buttons of her blouse, then pulling upwards on her bra, freeing them and allowing each of the men to openly sit there sucking on her tits as she stood there kneeling over them. Donna had been distracted just enough that she hadn't heard or even sensed Sylvia's approach, her voice startling her, causing her to jump slightly when she heard it. "Susan certainly appears to be having a good time doesn't she?" Sylvia had stated startling her from behind, though Donna quickly recovered in response. "Yes, it appears so," she said finally prying her eyes away. "Just remember Linda, we neither condone, nor judge what any of the girls do here of their own free will, just as long as they perform the tasks we've asked them to do, anything other than that, and outside of that is their business. So if you, or any of the other girls are invited to participate to one degree or another, that's perfectly acceptable, as long as it's also acceptable and agreeable with you." "Yes mam," Donna answered letting Sylvia know that she wasn't being judgmental, or finding Susan's actions to be anything out of the ordinary, especially for a party such as this one was turning out to be. "Good, and what I really wanted to tell you, was that it's time for a new rotation again. For starters, I understand someone has spilled some champagne up in one of the bedrooms, there's a mop and a bucket in the service closet next to the bathroom upstairs, if you wouldn't mind seeing to that, it would be greatly appreciated. Also, there's been a request to get some fresh towels as well, I guess one of the women who happens to be upstairs can get quite messy when she climaxes as I understand it, so they've asked if we'd get some for her before she does, think you can handle doing that?" Sylvia asked, "Or should I find someone else?" "Oh, no...I can do it, no problem," Donna assured her, though she agreed to it with more than a little reservation in having done so. "It really is turning out to be quite a wild little party though isn't it?" she said now trying to act as though she was curiously excited by all of this. "Yes, yes it is, and the nights still young yet," Sylvia added winking at her, then walking off over towards where Susan still stood having her tits sucked. "Fuck!" Donna allowed herself to say just under her breath. She had no idea of what to expect when she went to mop up the spilled booze let alone grab some towels just so some woman could squirt on those instead of a pair of expensive sheets on the bed. But even she had to admit to this story getting off to an interesting start, and this as she realized, was only the beginning, not to even mention the party! She'd barely scratched the surface to what she knew was an even more decadent, clandestine aspect of all this according to Pete's friend. This was perhaps the way in to that, but Donna had a long way to go, obviously a lot more to have to put up with before even getting there, and once she was there, if she ever somehow found a way to manage that, then what?" Steeling herself, she quickly headed upstairs, there was time for all that to think about later, right now, she had another distasteful job she had to do. Donna found the service closet easily enough, but when she looked inside, she found no bucket or mop to speak of. Wondering if someone else had gotten to it before she had, she quickly crossed the hall to the linen closet, finding it just as quickly, and retrieved several large bath towels from it. By the laughter and noise coming from one of the nearby bedrooms, she had a fairly good idea which room she was expected to deliver them to, even though that wasn't with any real certainty. She could end up walking into just about anything at this point, and did. To her surprise, Melinda was already mopping up the floor when she came in, which was the first of many surprises when she did. The first thing she noticed was a pair of women lying on the bed stark naked with an equally stark naked man lying on the bed busily going down on one of them, while the other woman was fondling that woman's breasts, watching as he did so. Melinda was busily mopping the floor, though Donna noticed as she did so, that she stood doing so topless, her breasts free-swinging back and forth as she mopped. "Careful Linda, there's glass everywhere!" she cautioned. "I think we're going to need to get a broom too so we can sweep up the rest of this glass! Hearing Melinda speak to Donna, the guy on the bed looked up, his face literally glistening with pussy juice. "Hey! You know the rules, only bare tits in the room!" he demanded somewhat drunkenly. Donna looked over towards Melinda who just shrugged her head smiling sheepishly. "Yeah, that's why I am," she again grinned looking back at her, still chasing glass with her mop. "I'll get the broom," Donna replied, then left the room back to the service closet. "Can I do this?" she asked herself, realizing if she didn't, that it might somehow get back to Sylvia, especially if the nut-case in the bedroom was someone actually important, which by the look of things, he must have been to so casually be using one of Greg's bedrooms in order to be having some fun with two other of his important guests. At this stage in the game it was way too early to be thinking about backing out now. Grabbing the broom and a dust pan, Donna made her way back into the room, catching a momentary look of annoyance until she stood the broom off to one side and immediately began undoing her blouse, moments later removing her bra as well until she too stood there topless, helping Melinda finish cleaning up the mess they'd all caused. "Oh yeah, much better, nice looking tits too!" He said looking up at her. "Hey! You gonna eat me or sit there looking at her tits?" the woman beneath him demanded. "You can't do both you know, not if you want to see me squirt anyway!" At least with the two of them working together they could hurry up and clean up the mess and get out of there, preferably before anyone started squirting, male or female the way Donna saw it, even if she had to do so with her own boobs doing gyrations as she worked. Finally, the two of them had finished cleaning up the mess, sweeping up as much of the glass as they could find, and hurriedly left the room. The only good thing that came out of it, was seeing Sylvia along with one of Greg's business partners and another of the new girls walking down the hall as they came out. Even that caused Sylvia's eyebrows to rise curiously, seeing "Linda's" bare breasts as she and Melinda emerged from the room. "Problems?" she asked stopping briefly as well as peeking inside. "Not unless you don't mind taking your clothes off before going in there," Donna told her, "it's sort of a rule..." "Oh, I see..." Sylvia said stepping back out, though not before she'd got a good look at the threesome still fooling around on the bed together. "But at least one mess has been cleaned up anyway," Donna said grinning, eluding to another one that was about to occur at any moment. "Well, you and Melinda have done more than your fair share for a while, feel free to party a little if you wish, have a few drinks, some fun, relax for the next hour or so. I'll come find you when it's time to give someone else a break," she added. In the meantime, I'll be down the hall here having a little fun myself, if you need me for anything, you'll know where I'll be." Donna hoped desperately that wouldn't be the case. For some strange reason, she had a feeling that if she were to walk into a situation where Sylvia was involved, she might be asked to participate with her herself, which is something she honestly felt would be the one true deal breaker for her, story or no story. "Thank you," she said instead, "I really could use a drink right about now," and then turned walking down the hall in the opposite direction back towards the main room, still topless, and intending to remain so until she'd at least gotten around the corner at the top of the stairs before putting her bra and blouse back on again. She just hoped that not too many people would see her before she did so, though remaining so as she walked away from Sylvia had at least scored some points with her, she hoped anyway. By now however, most everyone there could have cared less about her being topless, most if not every other woman in the place already was herself, if not more so. More than one couple actually engaged in some form of sex act while others gathered around to watch, egging and urging them on. Donna looked over and saw one of the other new girls, Sam, which was short for Samantha as she'd been introduced to her earlier on, was currently giving an older gentleman a blowjob as he sat on the couch next to his wife, who was herself at the moment getting herself licked by the only other male who had shown up a short time after she had, and who'd taken over the bar-tending duties for Melinda after that. And though she had managed to dodge several bullets so far during the evening, she was wondering when her luck might run out, and she was forced into a too compromising position herself, where she'd have to come to a hard decision and end up walking away from the only way in that she had. It was only moments later when she ran headlong into that, and in a way she had never quite expected to do. Donna had given up smoking several years back, no one seemed to be worried about serving drinks or doing much of anything else except for fucking or sucking it seemed, so the only thing she could think of to do was grab a drink for herself, and then head outside to the veranda and pretend to get some air, though even that might look suspicious, so she cornered Darlene asking her for a cigarette as she'd seen her outside smoking one earlier. "Bum a smoke from you?" she asked. Darlene was mostly naked, even the fishnets she'd been wearing earlier had been torn away from her in places, specifically around the crotch area. "Sure sweetie, help yourself," she said a bit drunkenly, pointing at her pack, which was lying on the table. "Having fun?" After seeing the craziness going on down below her, Donna had decided against putting her blouse and bra back on, which at this point in the party would have looked almost as suspicious to everyone going in the opposite direction, as Donna had again noticed and realized, every woman there, including the working staff was at least topless by now. "Oh yeah, just came from a fun little party up in one of the bedrooms," she said fishing out a smoke, and then two from Darlene's pack. "Damn fucking exhausted from it too!" she added smiling. Darlene laughed, "Yeah, know what you mean, damn interesting work though isn't it? She mused, and damn good fucking money too!" she added. "Sure is," Donna agreed, and then turned to head out onto the balcony nearly running over Greg Somerset when she did. "Whoa there sport!" Greg exclaimed as Donna all but ran into him nearly spilling her drink on him in the process, but spilling enough of it on herself that she'd managed to douse one of her breasts with most of the champagne she'd carried outside with her. "Here, let me get that," he told her before she could even say or do anything, watching as Greg leaned over licking her soaked breast off with his tongue. "Normally I'd say that was a waste of some damn fine champagne, only in this case...it wasn't!" Donna actually felt herself blush, bad enough feeling her nipple harden of its own accord as he licked it, though whether some of that had to do with the colder night air, she couldn't really say, but the fact he now stood there devouring her with his eyes, one hand still holding her breast didn't make things any easier either. "I'm sorry," she said again, finally stepping off to one side, forcing Greg to reluctantly let go of her tit. "Was just coming outside for a smoke." Greg noticed she was holding two in her hand. "Care if I join you?" he asked, holding his fingers out in a "V" asking her for one of them, which she quickly gave him, only then realizing she had nothing to light it with. He laughed, fishing a lighter from out of his pants pocket though he fumbled with it for a moment in doing so. "Isn't this where you say something along the lines of, is that a lighter in your pocket? Or are you just glad to see me?" he laughed once again at his own joke. "Both, I'd have to say," answering him. "By the smile on your face anyway, and the lighter I really do hope you have since I obviously don't have one, though I guess I could try rubbing my tits together like the boy scouts do, and see if I can light it that way!" Greg laughed at her joke, smiling that beautiful smile of his which hadn't really done justice to him in the photo's she'd seen, though he once again stood there looking at her exposed breasts until she reminded him about the lighter, drawing his attention away from her and back to the unlit cigarettes each held. Donna found it an odd sensation to be standing there with her breasts fully exposed carrying on a conversation with him, and feeling so comfortable while she did, had it not been for his occasional looks down at her breasts, she wouldn't have thought anything otherwise as they stood sharing a smoke together. One comment he made initially alarmed her though he soon soothed her fears regarding it. "You're different than most of the other girls your agency usually provides for these functions," he'd said. "There's something different about you, something special, I can sense it." Donna felt her mouth go dry with concerned worry and fear, but then he smiled, telling her that she was obviously intelligent, and wondered if she'd consider coming to work for him. Not knowing quite what to think about that, she told Greg she'd think about it, and let him know. They finished their smokes just as one of Greg's guests came outside looking for him, apparently there was quite a party going on upstairs in one of the bedrooms, and he was being asked for. "Want to come up?" he asked Donna hopefully. Once again she was nearly paralyzed with indecision and fear by way of an answer, or commitment, and perhaps by the look on her face, he didn't press it with her. "I understand this is all pretty new to you," he said seeing her look. "But think about what I asked you," he finished, and then followed his friend back inside and upstairs to the room. Donna managed to keep herself busy and otherwise indisposed for the remainder of the night, returning home at nearly four in the morning where she collapsed into bed, exhausted, apprehensive, but surprisingly exhilarated by everything she had witnessed and seen. For the first time in a very long time, she found herself having to masturbate in order to relieve some of the tension and stress, only afterwards being able to sleep and doing so until late in the afternoon when the phone rang waking her up. She grabbed for the phone still half asleep, expecting it to be Jerry who was calling her, though she'd told him she'd call him when she could. Perhaps he couldn't wait anymore she surmised when she answered. "Hello?" "Linda?" Still sleepy, she nearly said whoever was calling had the wrong number, and then the all too familiar voice registered waking her up fully. "Sylvia?" "Good morning," she began, and then added, "I'm sorry, did I wake you?" Knowing full well that she most likely had. "Oh no, I was up," Donna lied to her, trying to sound far more alert than she really was. "Good, just wanted to see how you were doing and feeling this morning, I wanted to get your thoughts and reactions to the 'function' last night," she called it, "while it's all still fresh in your mind. Can you come in so we can meet for a while this afternoon?" She asked not really waiting for an answer. "And...I have another proposal for you that we need to discuss as well." Donna got herself together, dressed and soon after left for her appointment, curious about what Sylvia wanted to go over with her for one thing, trying to recall anything she might have said or done while at the 'function' that might have caused there to be any suspicion. She couldn't think of any, and quickly rang Jerry giving him the Readers Digest version as she drove. Limits "Call me back the moment you know anything more," he demanded from her, "and I want to hear ALL the juicy details from the party when you do to!" he'd added. She laughed at that, "good old Jerry," he might have been a friend and co-worker, but he was like just about every other guy she'd ever known too, always horny and always wanting to talk about sex, except this time, she had quite a story to share with him. # Donna had once again been seated across from Sylvia's desk though she hadn't as yet entered the room. She waited nervously, wondering what it was Sylvia wanted to discuss with her, not to mention the proposal she had for her either. Perhaps this would be the opportunity she'd been waiting for, a chance to really get inside the organization. As she sat, she recalled part of her conversation with Jerry, even then wondering how on earth she'd ever finally get accepted, her shyness though she tried as hard as she could to blend in at the party, might keep her from getting into the more decadent aspects of what was really going on, and thus keep her from ever exposing what was really going on with the agency, or the girls they using to satisfy the decadent wishes of their clientele. "I don't know if I'll be able to do this," she'd admitted to Jerry. "It's definitely a well concealed trap either way. You're told right up front that it's by your choice and your choice alone if you decide to participate in some of the things going on. Sylvia made that very clear, adding that the moment we feel uncomfortable with anything, that they'll pull us out immediately and ensure we don't have to do or see anything that we're not completely and totally comfortable with. But doing that also means we certainly won't be invited back again to anything like that either. It's a neat trap, they make the claim that they're backing their employee's one hundred percent on the one hand, yet on the other making it known if this isn't your cup of tea, that you won't be considered for any other positions at that level of the business either." "Well, just be careful Donna," Jerry urged. "No story, no matter how big it might end up being is worth jeopardizing your safety either," he'd reminded. Donna was sitting there thinking about that very fact just as Sylvia entered the room joining her. "Well good afternoon Linda, I'm glad you could make it in. As I mentioned, I wanted to get your thoughts on the party last night," she said using the word for what it had really been. "Did anything bother or trouble you about it?" she asked. Though continuing on before Donna could respond as yet. "I know that sometimes, some of those functions can get pretty wild, and the last thing we want to do is have any of our employee's feeling uncomfortable while attending one of those." Sylvia paused, now waiting patiently for a response. She'd be almost constantly drumming into her how the Agency wanted to protect and shield their staff, it had become almost a mantra the way she kept impressing those thoughts upon her, seeking continuous assurances from her that she was still fine with everything. "No, nothing bothered me," Donna told her easily. "Yes, it was a bit wilder than what I was expecting perhaps, but nothing I wasn't prepared for," she added with a reassuring smile. Sylvia nodded her head appreciatively in hearing that. "You did outstanding work while you were there," she added, "And especially in having to deal with some of the lecherous old men that were there," she said, totally ignoring the fact that there were just as many lecherous women there as men, and even worse in some ways as Donna recalled. "I've already spoken with two of the new girls who were there, both of which have expressed they're not interested in doing anything like that again, which we perfectly understand of course, and will ensure that they're given other less complicated and stressful assignments. So, having said that, what are your thoughts?" She asked pointedly. "Well, it was certainly interesting, but nothing I didn't feel I couldn't handle," she told the woman. "I've never been one to judge someone else's pleasures either," she added. "So I really didn't see or do anything that I felt was uncomfortable or unacceptable to me either." Sylvia smiled upon hearing that. "Very good," she said standing up coming around her desk. "I also wanted to pass along to you that Greg took a personal interest in you as well." "Oh really?" Donna said feigning surprise. "I barely even spoke with him," she added. "Well, enough that he indicated to me that he'd like to bring you aboard as part of his personal staff," Sylvia told her. "Of course initially it would be a temporary assignment until everyone was confident and in agreement that you were the right person to fill that position. So in the beginning, you'd still be under contract with us. You might be working with Greg, and for Greg, but he couldn't fire you directly if things didn't work out. That's where we come in as a go between for you, so you'd still be working for us, and we'd see to it that if anything came up or caused you any concerns, we could immediately pull you out and find something else for you to do. Our employee's welfare is one of our primary obligations and concerns." Once again Donna thought how it also made it virtually impossible for Greg's firm, or any other of OB & D's clients to be responsible or accountable for anything that might go on either, all the liability protected as long as the "employee" was willing to accept the situation, and the moment they weren't, all they had to do was say so and they'd be reassigned, thus protecting them from any sort of uncomfortable or unacceptable environment. "Now, before we officially offer you the position, there are a few additional details we need to discuss, then if you're still interested, we'll proceed." Donna sat listening as Sylvia explained everything to her. Greg had decided to hire on a second "personal assistant", someone who wouldn't exactly function as a secretary, as he had already had several, this was his "Girl Friday" as Sylvia called it, someone who was willing to be at his beck and call, run odd errands, be there to assist him in whatever capacity he needed or required, even if a goodly part of her day was just sitting next to the phone in the event he needed her to perform some immediate task. It would also include helping him with more intimate dinner parties where OB & D's services weren't actually required, or when going off on business meetings, to go along with him as his assistant and continue to function there again in whatever capacity might be needed or required. The pay was exceptional for doing this, for being on call virtually twenty-four hours a day, unlike a typical secretarial position, and now knowing all that, was she indeed still interested? "Oh one more thing you do need to be aware of," Sylvia managed to slip in just before Donna had excitedly agreed. "And this is where we need to advise you in the strictest of confidentiality here, and once again stress that if at any time you are unable to continue working with and for Greg, that you are to immediately inform us of such so that we can transfer you from that position into something better suited for you," she added. "Ok," Donna said waiting. "You got a taste or an idea of some of the clients, business associates and even friends that Greg knows. Some of which have shall we say, some quirky or interesting tastes. There may come times when Greg is entertaining some of these people, and you may be subjected to witness or see some of the things they often do in the privacy of those gatherings, you may be called on to perform a few chores, help out if you're asked to do so, as long as you're comfortable doing it," she once again stressed for the tenth time. "But there are serious consequences to ever divulging any of this to anyone outside of the business, or with us, though we're certainly always here for you should you have any questions or concerns. Do we understand one another?" she asked letting Donna know in saying so that there could be serious repercussions if she wasn't, or didn't. "Yes, I understand perfectly, and it's nice to know that if I ever find myself in an unacceptable position, that I can come to you and be reassigned elsewhere if I find I can't handle it. But I'm fairly open-minded for one thing, and confident of my own judgment, so I don't really see that there will be any problems, or anything I can't personally deal with either." "We'll see," Sylvia said leaving it. "But I'm satisfied, for now anyway, so I'll go ahead and draw up the paperwork. You'll be starting work for him first thing in the morning then." Having been given the address where she was supposed to go, along with her own personal access code to the Executive parking level, elevator and Executive entry, Donna left with a sheaf of additional papers to read over and fill out, along with a list of appropriate attire she would sometimes be expected to wear for one reason or another, most of which she already had, though there was enough of a subtle hint included that Greg liked his personal assistants to dress "attractively" and not so business like as many of the others might normally do. "In other words, show a little cleavage," Sylvia grinned suggestively, showing Donna as she did so a little of her own as she bent over from behind, undoing one additional button on Donna's blouse by way of emphasis. "He's quite a tit man you know," Sylvia told her, so get used to leaving one more button undone than you might normally allow," she'd said now walking around back in front of her taking a look. "Yes, much better, especially with as full of breasts as you have, no wonder Greg wanted you to come and work for him," she'd added. "If I could afford to pay you what he will be, I might have even offered you the very same position here too." Donna smiled as though the thought of that was tempting to her. "Well, unfortunately the money IS better," she responded, "But...if for some reason I don't like working there, maybe we can discuss this again," Donna said standing in hopes that the meeting was now over. "Perhaps," Sylvia smiled back cautiously. "But, I will of course be involved with you and Greg from time to time, he is one of my own personal accounts that I like to closely monitor, so it's not like we won't be working closely together anyway," she added letting Donna know as she did so, that she would certainly continue to keep a close eye on her. # "Well, I'm in!" she told Jerry, "At least for now anyway. I've already been faxed over an agenda of some of the upcoming parties and events I'll be personally assisting with, the first of which is this very Saturday at Greg's estate. This may be the break we've been waiting for Jerry," she said enthusiastically. "The only question is, can I pull it off long enough until I have enough to expose and uncover everyone else who's involved? I do think that getting this job with Greg as his assistant is the key, as he seems to be high up on the list, and might thus lead me into who else might be as well." "You're still going to be flying without a net," Jerry said concernedly. "Sure it's not time to bring Dan into this?" "No, not yet. Not until we've got something concrete to work with, something to give him, to show him. Not until then," she demanded, getting Jerry's word he wouldn't say anything until they really did have something to go on. "And besides, you'll be there for me," she added "You're the one person I know I can truly count on if I need to." "And you know I always will be too!" He assured her, feeling somewhat better. "Though I still wish you'd let me fit you with a wire or some sort of recording device anyway," he added, "for your own protection!" "Well considering the fact that I'll be showing off a lot more of my boobs than I'd really care to, and that I also know they'll be looked at a lot more often that I might like, I seriously doubt it would be a very safe thing to be doing in the event someone were to discover that my under wire bra really wasn't one now do you?" Jerry laughed at that, commenting. "Well it still sucks on this end, the one time I could sit there and stare at your boobs and get away with it, but since I'm not on that end of things to be doing so..." Now Donna laughed, "More fun when you're trying to do it and get away without me catching you at it anyway," she told him. "A hell of a lot different than putting them on display to be looked at, and knowing you really don't have any say in the matter. Sort of takes all the fun and excitement of flirting wouldn't you say?" "What, now you tell me you've been flirting with me all this time and I didn't know it?" "Well, now you do," Donna said hanging up the phone. # Donna had an appointment first thing in the morning with Greg in his private office, which as she soon learned, was entirely different than his Executive office one floor below were all the other staff was housed and worked. She'd worn a tight red dress which was fairly low cut in front, wanting to make a good first impression, which by the look on his face when she came into his office, she had. "Perfect!" he said grinning down at her. "You look beautiful!" he added with a boyish smile on his face. "Thank you," she smiled back appropriately, accepting the compliment along with the continued look at her chest as he sat there. "You got the itinerary I sent over for the weekend?" He asked. "Yes, I did," she said removing it from the portfolio she now carried. "Though I've got several questions regarding it," she added taking it out. "Figured you would, which is why we need to go over them," he said offering her a coffee, or even something stiffer if she preferred it. "Coffee's fine, thanks," she said accepting a cup. "Now, you've indicated the approximate time of your guest's arrival, as well as the number, but you made no mention of them as to who they are, or what you'll be needing me to do." Greg smiled at that. "Primarily for reasons of confidentiality and security," he told her. "One of my guests, who'll you'll of course meet and be introduced to there, is a major CEO of another company we're thinking about doing some business with, he and his wife will be in attendance, along with two other friends of mine. In addition, I've also invited Sylvia to be there as well, for reasons you'll discover while there." Donna wasn't too excited to hear that, which meant she'd have to be doubly on guard while she was, but she grinned looking pleased at the prospect. One of the things about doing business," he began, "Is getting to know the people you're about to do business with, and that includes their hobbies, their likes, or even their dislikes. That's why I make it a point of catering to some of those wishes and desires in the privacy of my own home where they can feel safe in a comfortable and relaxed setting, where what we do or discuss remains private and where I can get a much better feel or idea how a business relationship might prove beneficial for everyone involved." "Makes sense," Donna agreed continuing to listen, though she was saddened to discover that the document she held hadn't contained the names or even the company that Greg was alluding to. She could have really used some hard evidence, but...it was still early in the game yet, she told herself. "Now, judging by the way things were the other night at the party, is it safe to assume that you won't have a problem with any nudity?" he asked watching for her reaction. "No, not really, why?" she asked curiously, already wondering as she asked that what might indeed be required of her if she were to be. "Good," Greg said sitting back in his chair looking relieved. "The reason being is, eventually they all will be, especially with what is planned, now the reason I asked that, is that though you won't be involved directly in certain things, having someone around who was still dressed can cause a bit of uncertainty and mistrust. And we can't have that now can we?" he asked. "I guess not," Donna replied seeming to go along with what he was telling her. "And though you may only be asked to be there to get things, or freshen drinks and the like, having a bit of additional eye-candy doesn't hurt either," he'd added once again appreciatively checking out her breasts. "But with everyone else being naked, or nearly so, having you there and not being, would make everyone else self conscious or concerned as to why you weren't. So, as long as you're ok with that, and know what to expect, then I think the evening will certainly prove to be an interesting one for you as well." "Do doubt," Donna thought, though she didn't say it. "I left you with a list of things to look into he told her. "Most of it is all follow up, such as the catering, though it's not to be an elaborate dinner affair, just simple refreshments, snacks and the like, though I know everyone's apt to work up a considerable appetite before the evenings over, so things like that. Make sure the Champagnes on ice, and that everything else on that list has been reviewed and provided for, other than that, not much else to do at this point except for to see you there," he told her, effectively dismissing her. "Do I need to do anything else while I'm here?" She asked. "Nope, all the normal every day stuff is being attended to," he assured her. "I'm paying you to see to the other kinds of stuff that no one else really needs to know about," he added. "Unless of course you wouldn't mind doing a really personal favor for me," he added, "though it's certainly not expected of you, or obviously part of the job either," he amended quickly. "And what might that be?" she asked trying to sound interested, but hoping that it wasn't going to be something that would end up being a deal breaker for her, which to some extent, she now worried and realized that it might be. "Well, since I'm not really your boss, since you're technically still working directly for Sylvia, this is more along the lines of a personal request, something I sort of enjoy in getting my day started off with." "Which is?" she again asked, though already beginning to suspect the worst, and wondering as she did if she'd be able to go through with his "request, or rather favor" when she learned what it was. He was actually blushing a little as he came around from behind his desk sitting down on the nearby couch. "Was wondering if you wouldn't mind giving me a little stress relief," he now openly admitted to her. "Whatever you're comfortable with," he added, "if you're indeed comfortable with it. But have always enjoyed a nice long pleasurable hand-job, if you think you can handle that," he looked at her questionably. "Could she?" she asked herself, knowing that she'd need to answer that question quickly here. "It could have been worse, he could have asked for or expected more," she argued with herself briefly, then by way of answer she stood up from her chair approaching him. "Be more than happy too!" she smiled surprising herself. "With? Or without the dress on?" she asked, surprising herself even more. # She had only struggled with it briefly, though she knew without any doubt she would never tell Jerry that she had. He was more than delighted when she included the additional suggestion of removing her dress, which she'd actually done for a couple of reasons, one...she didn't want to take any chances of soiling it for starters, it really was brand new, and fairly expensive outfit. Two...by making the suggestion herself, without his requesting it, she'd gained a little more trust, even if it wasn't a lot as yet, but just enough so that he wouldn't be quite as fearful about including her into his confidence as his very...very personal assistant. Something she also hoped would eventually make its way back to Sylvia, which she was sure that it would. Limits With nothing more than her panties, pantyhose on, which she made no effort to remove, and which he didn't complain about in her not removing them either, she did take off her bra, allowing his hands to roam over them freely as she sat down beside Greg on the couch, unzipping his fly, and then reaching in and eventually freeing his hard stiff cock. And though she had managed to convince herself she was doing all this for a story, the honest truth of it was, she was attracted to Greg, and quickly becoming aroused by him as well. It made it easier for her to do, had he been unattractive, chances where she'd never have gone even half this far with it. Donna sat on the couch while Greg continued to caress her breasts, her nipples hardening beneath his touch, arousing her even though she had told herself she wouldn't allow herself to get that way. She played with Greg's prick, feeling it harden even more so in her hands as she did so, rubbing the sensitive crown with her fingers, teasing it, and then squeezing it, seeing a large fat droplet of his precum oozing out which she quickly gathered up with her fingers, using that to further stimulate his prick with. "Fuck that feels nice!" he told her. "Glad you like it," she purred back continuing to stroke him, now making squishy erotic noises with his juices as she continued to do so. "If you're half as good at doing this as you are in sucking, I can only begin to imagine what that feels like." "Perhaps another time," she said playfully, though hoping she would be able to dodge that particular bullet if and when it came, though she was also once again surprised to find the thought of actually doing that, not as far-fetched as it might have been at one time either. She realized she still had a little latitude before crossing that imaginary line yet that she wouldn't be able to cross, but she again wondered, how soon before she had to make that decision, and what she'd have done just short of that by then. Moments later Greg was happily and joyously shooting off. Donna pumped his prick, catching most of his spunk in the palm of her hand until she had milked him completely dry. As he sat admiring her nearly nude form, Donna used his attached private bathroom to wash up in, bringing him back a nice warm towel so that he could finish cleaning up himself. "Well, guess I'd best get going, I have a few phone calls to make," she said as she hurriedly dressed before he came up with another excuse to keep her there. "Yeah, ok," he said smiling totally content. "Plan on being at my estate at six, I'll take you for a little tour then and give you some idea of what to expect during the course of the evening." Donna had his address and phone number information, leaving by the way of the private express elevator, she was soon back on the equally private parking garage level where she'd left her car. As she drove home, she felt the trickle of excitement which had pooled between her legs, touching herself even through her pantyhose as she drove until she'd managed to finally relieve a little of her own stress by the time that she got there, though doing so again, far more leisurely finding herself fantasizing about actually making love to Greg while she did so. # Checking her watch, she was just a few minutes late when she finally pulled into the private driveway of Greg's estate, parking her car and then hurrying towards the door. Traffic had been a nightmare with an accident closing part of the freeway, though she'd finally managed to get off the interstate bypassing most of it. Ringing the bell she waited, she half expected a butler or some sort of house staff to greet her, but it was Greg who opened the door. "You're late!" he said sternly surprising her. Maybe she was, but it was only by a very few minutes. "Sorry," she said stepping past him. "There was an accident..." She never finished her sentence, before she even realized it, she felt a firm hard slap on her ass. "Ouch!" She spun on her heels glaring at him for a moment, but only for a moment, his eyes piercing as he stood there. "You should have anticipated any contingency," he warned her. "That was just a little friendly reminder to not let it happen again." His demeanor frightened her for a moment, the slap on her ass totally unexpected, and as she thought about it, uncalled for and unwarranted. But she knew she couldn't really say or do anything about it, not and continue to work for him anyway. "I won't," she responded meekly seeing Greg smile then as she responded. "Sorry I had to do that," he apologized now looking and sounding more like the person she thought he was though she could still feel the tingle of his stinging little slap on her ass cheek. "But there was another reason for doing that as well, primarily because of the guests that will be here," he explained as he quickly led her on a tour of the house. Donna listened, following, her eyes wide with surprise and interest and just a little bit of excitement too as she realized that she might indeed finally meet and thus get some names of some of these Corporate Executives who were engaging the services of some perhaps unwilling participants in their decadent bizarre little games. If she had to put up with a hand slap here or there, it was just one more necessary step in order to get the story she was really there to get. "As you know, there will be some very powerful and influential people here tonight, I've got two other girls who will be joining us later who have been here before, they will bear the brunt of most of the activities as you will eventually see, but be aware that your ass might feel the occasional slap of one of the guests, though if they do, it will most likely not be nearly as hard as the one I've already given you, so you can know what to expect, though not likely when to expect it." Greg took her down a steep flight of stairs to a lower level, though he had taken her through a false bookcase that had been the opening, leaving her to wonder just what other secrets this house held. He showed her a separate room that was filled with ready-made refreshments that she would have immediate access to during the course of the evening. "You'll be paid well for your services tonight Linda, and if you obey well and quickly, you'll also receive a substantial bonus on top of that." "Obey well?" she thought to herself, though she had every intention of doing so as she now felt this evening could very well be the one thing she needed to break this story wide-open once she had enough information and names to back it all up with. "Yes sir!" she said addressing him a bit more formerly. He smiled at that as she said it. "Perfect," he said continuing to grin. "Though it's preferable if you don't say a word unless spoken to first by any of the guests, but as you've already surmised, don't call me by my first name here either." They had just finished the rest of the tour when one of Greg's house staff appeared leading two young attractive women towards them. "Ah, they're here!" Greg said in greeting, then introduced Patricia and Holly to Donna. "There's a changing room just down the hall," he told all three. "Linda, as already mentioned you'll be nude from the very beginning, but there is a robe in the room you may wear until you are summoned, which will come in the form of a bell tone you will hear from anywhere in the house. The house staff already knows the difference in tones that are used around here, so this one..." he said sounding it, "Is yours. When you hear it, come immediately into the room I will show you in a few minutes, then take whatever request is given you and act upon it immediately without question, without hesitation. Understood?" Donna nodded her head without speaking. "Patricia, Holly? You two have been here before," he reminded them. "So you both already know what's expected of you, go ahead and take Linda with you into the dressing waiting room and wait there until you are summoned, our guests should be arriving here shortly." With that Greg left heading back up the stairs to await the arrival of his guests. Linda quietly followed the other two girls as they led her into the large sized dressing and waiting room. "You're new," the attractive looking blonde with enormous sized breasts who'd been introduced to her as Holly said smiling even as she began removing her clothing. "Yes, I am," Donna told her. "Just started less than a week ago," she added. Patricia the brunette with amazingly long thick hair, though with hardly any boobs at all was far less pleasant in speaking to her. "Be interesting to see how long this one lasts," speaking to Holly as though Donna wasn't even there. "His last 'personal assistant' didn't last the entire evening," she added still speaking to her friend, though her ocean blue eyes continued to be directed towards Donna. "Why'd she quit?" Donna asked, though Patricia just shook her head smiling and continued to undress without answering or even now looking towards her, so Holly did. "I guess she couldn't handle what she saw, finally went to Mistress Grant and asked to be taken home." "Mistress?" Donna thought, "Sylvia?" she questioned without thinking. Both women turned looking at her. "I wouldn't call her that while she's here," Patricia warned seriously. "Though maybe that hasn't been explained to you yet," she added. "But knowing Master Somerset, he probably did tell her to keep her mouth shut while she's here tonight," she said once again speaking past her rather than to her as she looked at Holly. "Master?" Donna thought once again, though this time she refrained from commenting. Both of the women where now entirely naked and began applying a thick slick oil to their bodies, and then to one another as Donna sat watching them, now naked herself though she applied none of the oil to her own body, wondering if she should, though that question was answered for her a moment later. "Here, you might need some of this," Holly said pouring a bit of it on Donna's back rubbing it in, and then applied some more, now rubbing that into her ass as well. "What is it?" Donna asked curiously. "A specially designed liniment, keeps the skin from bruising too much, and keeps a nice long lasting sheen on it which also repels the perspiration. They like to see the sweat pouring off you rather than staying on you," she added by way of explanation, as though that actually explained everything. Donna finished applying the rest of it to herself rather than allowing Holly to continue, though she looked slightly disappointed when she did. Patricia laughed seeing that. "Here baby, you can put some more on my tits if you want to, maybe she's girl shy," she all but gritted her teeth while saying. Holly grinned at the suggestion and immediately began doing so. "Too bad, she's got fairly nice tits too, perhaps later on she'll change her mind and let you have a little suck or two on them." Donna ignored the comment, finishing herself, lavishing the oil into her own skin until it shined with the same intensity of sheen that the other two girls had. Once they'd completed doing that, Donna again watched as each woman began fastening collars and wrist shackles to one another's arms and legs, complete with chains that now connected them to one another as well. "Well, guess we're all set. Now...we sit and wait until we're summoned," Patricia said to no one in particular. "How about you getting me aroused some while we're waiting?" She then added looking towards Holly who seemed most eagerly to do so. Once again Donna caught Patricia's hard stare and slight smile as she sat down on one of the nearby couches, spreading her legs as Holly quickly fell to her knees between them. "That's it baby girl...eat my pussy until it's all nice and wet and juicy! But don't you dare try and make me fucking cum like you tried to do the last time either, I want to stay as highly aroused as possible for as long as possible," she warned her friend. "Yes Pat," Holly said subserviently, now using an entirely different tone of voice as she obeyed her friend. Donna could only sit there as Holly lapped away happily at Patricia's pussy, by the sounds of which, she could tell that Holly was indeed making her very wet and slippery indeed. To her surprise, she felt her own pussy suddenly moisten, though she'd never really entertained the thought of being with another woman, she still found it mildly arousing to sit there and witness it nonetheless. So lost in thought while watching, she nearly didn't hear the soft sounding tone that rang inside the room, though both of the other girls did, immediately scrambling back onto their feet. "That's us," Holly said looking towards Donna, "Guess we'll be seeing you in a little while," she added looking flushed as well as extremely excited. "Shut the fuck up and get your ass moving!" Pat yelled at her, nearly knocking Holly over as she headed towards the door. "You know that Mistress Grant doesn't like to be kept waiting!" # Donna sat nervously waiting, listening expectantly for the soft ringing tone that would summon her into the next room. When it came, she jumped, though immediately standing, steeling herself as she quickly allowed the robe she'd been wearing to fall to the floor. Reaching the door, she turned the doorknob having no idea what to expect, taking a deep breath as she did so, and then entered. What she saw nearly took her breath away, and she stumbled slightly as she entered the room. "Please return with the Champagne Linda," Greg told her simply, "for our guests." Almost as quickly as she had entered the room, she left it scurrying down the hall to where she knew trays of Champagne waited for her. As she did so, she shook her head in disbelief, the image of Holly and Patricia burned deeply inside her mind's eye. Both girls had been chained to the ceiling, arms extended high above their heads, each with a ball-gag in their mouth, though there feet touched the ground, each one had a bar fastened between them, spreading them obscenely as they partially hung there suspended as they were. In addition, each girl was hooded above the nose, completely covering their eyes. Though it had been the briefest of glances before she had left, she had also caught a knowing look and smile from Sylvia who had stood off to one side as Donna had entered. Except for the German officer's cap, Sylvia was dressed almost precisely in the way that Donna had once pictured her. She had stood in a tight form fitting black latex body garment that clearly revealed every curve of her body, the woman's nearly white hair standing out in stark contrast to it as she stood, a small horse whip tapping impatiently against her own thigh. Donna hadn't had time to look at the guests seated around the room, just a bare image of them even being there, though the one closest to her nearer the door appeared to be wearing a mask of some sort. "Damn!" she considered as she made her way back down the hall carrying the tray of drinks, though moving a bit more slowly in her return taking special care not to spill them. "I hope they're not all wearing masks!" she told herself as that would make positive identification next to impossible! Donna reentered the room carrying the tray, remembering to first serve the guests before going over to Greg as he'd instructed her to do. Leaning over slightly, feeling her breasts suddenly swaying, careful so as not to knock over any of the drinks on her tray, she offered without speaking first stopping in front of the older gentleman who currently wore the partial face mask hiding his identity. Donna was still careful not to look at him directly in the face, even with the mask on, though her attention was immediately drawn to his hard stiff cock while he sat there, though not touching it, removing one of the flutes. "Thank you," he said politely, though this too surprised her as she quickly stepped sideways in front of the next guest, once again offering a drink silently towards the woman. Donna was able to quickly observe as she did so, that though considerably older with streaks of gray in the woman's hair, the face she had seen seemed vaguely familiar to her, knowing she had seen the woman somewhere before, but unable to place a name with the image, though she again looked quickly away not making eye contact as she'd been told to do, once again stepping over to the next guest, though stepping a few feet away over to the next couch that sat closer to where she knew Sylvia was standing. From behind, she heard a resounding "crack" of the whip as it connected with flesh, once again causing her to wince, though quickly recovering even as another loud resounding slap fell against flesh, flowed quickly by an approving moan coming from around the ball-gag of one of the women, though she couldn't tell which one of them it had been when she heard it. There was only a momentary silence as she finished serving the drinks, the last two neither of which she recognized, though both much younger in their appearance. As she did, she saw the woman's hand reach out, tweaking one of Donna's extended nipples as she leaned over. Though the move had caught her by surprise, she was quick enough to not flinch from it, receiving the unwelcomed touch standing her ground even though the nipple pinch had been less than welcome and more than a bit painful as she stood there enduring it, until satisfied, the woman released Donna's tit, finally accepting a drink from the tray. Thankful to once again stand, distancing herself from the woman who'd pinched her, she turned crossing the room careful to keep her eyes straight though she could see Sylvia observing her from out of the corner of her eye as she headed towards were Greg was standing. He too was nude, though his prick remained somewhat flaccid as he stood there. Donna offered him a drink which he accepted, and then expected to be dismissed back to the waiting room, she turned to leave and do just that when Greg's voiced froze her in place. "You weren't dismissed," he informed her sternly. "Turn around, bend over and don't you dare spill any drinks!" She did, knowing full well what was about to happen, bracing herself for the impact which came, though as he'd told her earlier, didn't feel nearly as painful as it had the first time he'd slapped her. Even so the sudden sting of his hand upon her ass tingled hotly for several moments as she remained in position, wondering if she'd soon receive another, though this question too was quickly answered. "Now, sit the tray down on the table," he said pointing towards it, "And then go and apologize to our guests as well for your insolence, just as I asked you to do for me," he told her, telling her in so few words what exactly was expected of her as she did so. This time, she did glance over to where Sylvia was standing and caught a look of amused disappointment in the woman's face though she quickly turned away from her, stopping in front of the older masked gentleman, bending over and presenting her twin ass cheeks towards him. When the slap came, it was nothing in comparison to those she'd now received from Greg. "You can do better than that," Greg said addressing the man. "Go ahead, do it again, and this time a little harder!" Donna continued to stand, once again waiting, feeling another smack against her ass, this one a bit firmer, slightly harder, but once again not nearly as hard or stinging as she might have expected. "Better," Greg said approvingly. "But let Mavis show you how it's really done," he then said. "Mavis!" Donna thought to herself, now she had a name with the face, though she still couldn't recall where she had heard it or seen her before yet. But she knew she would given enough time to think about it, it would surely come to her. Limits The slap she received this time was even harder than those, which Greg had given her, causing her to wince with the pain of it, slightly moaning as she did so, though it had sounded like one of pleasure as she expelled her breath from the sudden impact. "Very good!" Greg said approvingly. "See Tom? Just like that," Greg said, now having given a name to his masked guest, though this as yet remained only a clue to the man's true identity. Donna endured three more hand smacks against her ass from four of the remaining guests, none of which was as hard as what she'd already been forced to submit to, though she could feel the hotness of each spreading across her ass, and formed the image in her mind of how the redness must have looked to each of them as she stood there bending over. She quickly stepped over to the last guest, once again preparing herself, but she was totally unprepared for what next happened. "Ouch!" she said involuntarily, actually standing upright, reaching around herself to attempt to sooth the injured area. Rather than getting slapped, the woman who had first and quite painfully so, pinched her nipple, had now done the same to her ass cheek, taking her more by surprise than anything, though she'd responded to it when she had done so. "I'll give you that one," Greg warned Donna a second later. "I should have warned you that Tracy is a pincher, so consider yourself warned now," he told her though his voice sounded almost sympathetic as he did so. Donna's only solace came in the form that she at least had another name to go with a face, and one, which she would make sure she'd remember. Donna's major fear now came from the fact that she hadn't addressed Sylvia, who continued to stand there tapping the whip she held in her hand against her own thigh. She started to move obediently towards her. "That's not necessary," Greg said catching her intent. "She's strictly here for the girls, not for you," he added giving Donna immediate relief now realizing that she might not have to deal with "Mistress Grant" as she now thought of her, the rest of the evening. Fully expecting, and hoping to be dismissed now, she wasn't, once again Greg looking at her, though smiling as he did so. "Sit, watch, observe," he instructed her, now motioning to where a small stool sat off to one side in the corner of the room, though it faced the entire room, including Greg's guests as she took it. Greg nodded his head towards Sylvia who quit tapping herself with the small whip, the expression on her face turning to one of eager expectation, "almost too eager," Donna thought. Sylvia immediately struck out, another resounding crack of the small horsewhip against what she now knew to be Holly's bare ass, her cheeks already reddened with several criss-crossing welts that had risen angrily in appearance atop her ass cheeks. Stepping over, she now did the same to Patricia's, Donna watching her struggle against her bindings as she hung there, moaning "Pleasurably?" Donna wondered as she sat there watching her, listening. Donna watched as Sylvia now walked around back towards Holly, encircling the two women, reversing the whip she still held, pressing it against the girl's cunt, almost gently caressing her with it, causing her to moan around the gag in her mouth. Sylvia then slid it fully between the woman's legs, forcing her to straddle it, as Sylvia caught both ends in her hands, lifting, enough so that Donna saw Holly's feet actually lift from the ground momentarily. Letting her back down to the ground, she next did the same to Patricia, though even more forcefully so than she'd done to Holly, lifting her slightly higher and longer before letting her down, now brushing the whip against the woman's breast, then flicking it quickly, suddenly landing it perfectly against the tip of the woman's hard extended little nipple. Movement drew her attention away from this, which she only then realized she'd been caught up in and watching, her breath actually held as she slowly allowed herself to expel it. "Tom" as she recalled, now sat his hand slowly working his prick, even more swollen and firm that it had been when she'd first seen it, amused as Mavis who sat next to him now reached over forcing his own hand away as she began to manipulate it, playing with it as he sat there. Likewise, Tracy, or rather "Pinch cunt" as she referred to her was unabashedly playing with herself, several fingers embedded inside her openly displayed pussy, her free hand purposely twisting and pinching her own nipples, and though she couldn't feel it herself, Donna's own breasts tingled suddenly with the sense of it while she sat there doing so. "Linda!" she now heard Greg calling her name for the second time, which she only then realized having missed it the first, too engrossed in everything that she was seeing, and momentarily forgetting the false name she'd been using when he had. "Yes Master!" she said jumping from her chair standing next to him, surprised at her own response in calling him that, but seeing the pleased expression on his face when she did so. "Touch me," he said far less forcefully, almost questionably which she immediately began doing, her hand reaching out to grasp his cock which had hardened considerably since she'd last seen it. Even Sylvia seemed surprised by this, her own look giving it away, though she smiled broadly, now walking over towards the younger man sitting next to the sexy looking redhead whose name she still hadn't heard yet. "Would you like to play some?" Sylvia asked her. "Go ahead, try it, don't be afraid, they like the feel of the whip on their skin," Sylvia told the woman who stood almost immediately accepting the whip from her. She too had enormous breasts which bounced sinfully as she had stood up from the couch, she crossed the short distance to where the two women still hung, repeating the gesture she'd seen only moments earlier, though not just brushing the handle of the whip against their sensitive mounds, actually placing one end directly, then pressing it until the handle near fully disappeared into Patricia's pussy as she stood there. Once again, Pat thrashed against her bindings, though she obviously made every attempt to fuck herself upon the end of the whip as she did, the redhead joyously holding it, thrusting it, then removing it suddenly and slapping Patricia's ass with it surprising her with the harsh loud crack as it fell against her flesh. She then repeated the entire process with Holly, though upon removing the handle, Donna noticed that it was thickly covered with a great deal of the woman's white creamy juice, which she then rubbed against her own cunt, wiping the whip off as she did so. "Nicely done," Sylvia complimented, taking the whip back and offering it to someone else to try. Not too surprisingly, it was Mavis who now stood, taking it from her. "I'd rather use it on someone else," she then stated. "Tom?" she asked looking towards him. Without saying a word, he stood then, his hard prick standing well out in front, which for an older man, Donna found to be fairly impressive, perhaps even more so than Greg's own cock, which she continued to stand there and fondle while she watched. "I'd like...a cock ring too," he then stammered, almost embarrassed by the admission. "Linda," Greg said telling her what to do without saying it. Immediately, she turned heading out of the room back to the refreshment room where she had noticed and seen earlier and array of additional whips as well as various and sundry sex-toys, which had been arranged on a sterile looking table. Though she had never seen one, certainly never used one herself before, she knew exactly what to look for, and found it within seconds. As quickly as she could, she returned, having first placed it within the center of a much smaller silver tray, which she now carried back into the room. Once again Donna caught Greg's pleased look upon seeing her, then nodding towards where Tom stood expectantly waiting. "Put it on," he told her. That she hadn't expected, but she quickly knelt before him, taking the cock ring off the tray taking a moment to figure out how to do it, then almost expertly slipping it over and down his hard shaft, gently urging his tight swollen balls through it once reaching the base. Satisfied, as Tom obviously was too, Donna stepped back, once again reaching out to begin fondling Greg's prick without being asked to. "What else would you like?" Mavis asked speaking at Tom. Almost meekly, he stepped over until he was standing next to where Holly was, mouthing her tit he began sucking it, much to her delight as she'd certainly not been expecting that. "Now!" Tom said mouthing the word around the woman's breast, "Now!" Mavis grinned, her hand swinging out far behind her, then coming forward, the whip landing harshly, directly against his ass, causing him to cry out painfully as it did, though he held onto Holly's breast with his mouth continuing to suck it, one hand now grasping his prick which he jerked on wildly as he stood there, again and again, the whip coming down on him, his hand furiously flying now up and down his shaft, though he had switched, now sucking Holly's other breast as he traded places with them back and forth. To Donna, it seemed like and felt like an eternity, though it could have only been one or two minutes at best, she soon heard him groan, watched him shudder and sigh pleasurably, one last swing of the whip landing against him at that moment as he came, squirting his spunk, jacking himself off as everyone watched, his semen flying wildly, some of it hitting Holly's belly which then ran down towards her openly displayed cunt as though seeking refuge as it ran down towards it, suddenly pooling and collecting itself in the upper folds of the woman's pussy. Mavis handed the whip back to Sylvia as Tom retook his seat, removing the cock ring, tossing it back onto the tray Donna had used when bringing it in. "Does she have you close enough yet?" Mavis now asked looking over towards Greg. "Almost," he told her, though he turned walking over towards her as she sat down waiting for him expectantly. Not knowing what else to do, Donna followed though staying behind. "Finish him for me," Mavis said speaking at Donna. "Jack him off into my mouth," she added lustily, her hands now covering her own fleshy breasts as she sat there playing with them, her mouth partially open now as Donna once again held Greg's prick more quickly stroking it now, pointing it in her direction. All around her, everyone else seemed to be engaged in some sort of perverted act of one kind or another, Even Sylvia now stood in front of the redhead, undoing the zipper that had run from her naval down between her legs and half way up her back, her cunt obviously exposed and available as the woman leaned forward licking her, Sylvia's hands resting on the woman's head keeping it there while she rhythmically fucked the woman's face. "Pinched Cunt" was doing exactly that, though she'd repositioned herself almost obscenely, her head pointed towards the floor, her ass still resting upon the couch, though her legs were spread as she draped herself over the back of the couch. The man who had come with her, now standing behind it, her large sized labia pinched within each of his hands which he stood there tugging on, pulling on, and stretching outwards so decadently that Donna could barely tear her eyes away from the woman while looking at her. Had it not been for the sudden throb and lurch of Greg's prick in her hand, she might have missed his climax altogether, though she now began pumping it, watching the explosion of his semen which he shot forcefully into the hungrily waiting open mouth of the woman who laughed gleefully, almost childlike as he did so. # "You're excused Linda," Greg had told her, actually turning with her, escorting her towards the door. Then almost kindly he added, "Have something to eat, drink, relax...it's going to be a long night yet, just listen for your bell-tone, I'll call you when we need anything else." Donna had quickly retreated back into the room, glad in a way that she had a bit of a reprieve, though curiously saddened that she wouldn't be there to watch and witness whatever else was about to take place either. And, there was one additional sensation she hadn't counted on either...she was aroused, so much so that she succumbed to her own needs of the flesh, taking one of the life-like dildo's from off the table, placing herself down on the soft plush couch, spreading her legs obscenely wide, and then began fucking herself with the rubberized prick all the while wishing it had been her mouth that had been the receptacle of Greg's thick rich creamy semen. # Twice she'd been recalled back into the room, once with more drinks, and once with a tray of strawberries and cream which she gave them, though this time managing to dodge Tracy's fingers, causing the woman to laugh delightedly with the just missed exchange. The last time she'd gone in, even Holly and Patricia had been unshackled from the ceiling, each one now uncovered and un-gagged as well, though they both had knelt, hands once again secured behind their backs as they sat giving each of the two younger men who were there, blowjobs as they sat kneeling before them, forced to do so without the aid of their hands. In a way, it had reminded her of Royalty at a Roman Orgy, everyone was spread about the room, some on the sofas, most on the floors still curled up together, spent, glistening with perspiration from their exertions, the smell of male and female spending filling the air, wickedly intoxicating as she offered up slices of strawberries and cream to everyone, some of which was immediately used for other purposes. # At some point during the night, Donna actually fell asleep. She awoke with the added surprise of finding herself luxuriously bedded, the room spacious, decorated lavishly. The sliver of sunshine peeking through her drawn curtains telling her it was already well into the day. She sat up, still nude, though finding her clothes all neatly folded and spread upon the dressing table, along with her watch and personal jewelry. She reached for it, picking it up. "Holy shit!" she exclaimed aloud to herself, it was just then past noon. Tiredly, Donna dressed, saving a much-needed shower or bath for later. Right now she just wanted to go home, and get there as quickly as it was humanly possible for her to do. She was relieved not running into Greg as she descended the stairs from the upper level bedrooms, wondering as she did so if Greg wasn't still asleep himself. Having no idea when the "Orgy" as she thought about it had finally ended, or how for that matter she'd been taken to her room, worriedly not remembering any of it or how she'd gotten there, a question to be asked later perhaps, though there were many more questions now bouncing around inside her head, too many questions, and too few answers for. She was met at the bottom of the stairs by an alert house servant, the woman pleasant, though whose expression remained passive as she met her. "For you miss," she said handing Donna a thick envelope, bowing slightly, and then holding the door open for her as Donna stepped outside. Just by the feel of it she knew what it contained, and it contained a lot of it too. "Damn, Damn! Damn! Damn!" Donna said as she slid inside her car, starting the engine and backed out of the drive. She might know a few names, but even those remained somewhat of a mystery to her. She still had no concrete evidence of any sort that could even be used. A packet of only God knew how much cash, handed to her by a servant no less, and not even from Greg himself, proof positive of nothing. And she had no real witnesses either, other than herself, and what was she witness too anyway? A private, albeit a decadent gathering of "friends" which she herself had been a participant in, that...and nothing more by the way anyone else would see it even if she was to somehow try and explain it all. The only real lead, the only real witness she might have, if she could find a way to locate her, talk to her, was the woman who had been there before her. "But how much had she even seen before leaving?" Donna wondered. "And could she even identify anyone there while she had been?" "Maybe...maybe Holly might be willing to help her, if she could find a way in convincing her to do so, though she doubted it. It certainly wasn't much to go on, but it was all that she had. But at least it was something, though it would require much from Jerry, though even with his genius at uncovering the impossible, this might prove to finally be impossible for him to come up with anything with the little information that she actually had come away with. # As expected, Jerry was less than pleased with what she told him, giving him over the phone once she'd gotten home and had showered first. And there was much of course that she hadn't told him, failing to share with him much of her own active participation. "This might take a while," he told her. "I'll run some names through the corporate data base, see if we come up with any possibilities. Maybe if we get a few names, we can try and match them up with some potential look-alikes, or Corporate I.D.'s, not much to work with though," he once again told her dejectedly, disappointed they hadn't been able to somehow hook her up with a wire. "I was naked most of the night," she had shared with him. "There was no way I could have been able to record anything," she'd said, though telling him she was sure it was for that very reason that she'd been required to "serve drinks and such" in the nude. "They're very careful Jerry, very...very careful." "As you still need to be," he also said in reminding her. "Though by the sounds of it, maybe you should throw in the towel, give up on this," he admonished her. "It might be this is a bit tougher than you imagined it might be in trying to get to the truth of it all. Obviously they've been doing this for quite some time, and whoever it is that's involved in all this, they're obviously aware they might be looked at, or looked into by someone. So they're obviously taking precautions against anyone doing that." Jerry was right of course, but she was so close now, she could almost feel it, taste it, and she wasn't about to give up just yet. "Just a little while longer, then if we still don't have anything, I will," she assured him, hearing a sigh of relief on his end. "Ok, but you still need to be careful too," he added. "You sure you're not ready to bring Dan into this?" "Not yet Jerry, we still don't have anything, and especially if we don't get anything, there's no sense in even bringing him into this at all, he'd only be worried, and more than likely furious with me...with us, for not telling him about it in the first place!" "You're right of course," Jerry agreed. "Meanwhile, I'll see that I can find out anything with what you've given me, though I'm not going to promise you very much." "I understand," Donna told him sighing dejectedly, then hung up the phone, hearing it ring only moments later. "Hello?" "Good afternoon Linda, just wanted to call and see how you're feeling," Sylvia said casually. "I'm feeling good! Thank you!" Donna responded back, trying to sound cheerful even excited at hearing Sylvia's voice. "Good, I'm pleased to hear that," she said, "As will Greg, who wanted me to call and check up on you, see how you were doing, feeling. Oh, and before I forget, he also wanted me to tell you how pleased he was with your..." she paused for a moment as though taking a breath, "services" she finished, letting Donna know as she did so what she'd really meant by it. "Very pleased," she added by way of emphasis. "As was someone else who was there too." Limits "Oh?" Donna asked curiously. "Who?" Sylvia laughed. "Someone you might not expect to be so, though she was quite taken with you and spoke with Greg about you afterwards. "Mavis?" Donna wondered, though not guessing it aloud, rather waiting. "Who?" she asked once again. "Who was it?" "I'm sure you'll remember who she was," Sylvia continued to tease her. Donna didn't take the bait though, and sat silently, patiently waiting. "Tracy, Tracy Milton, the woman who spent half the night upside down, the one who enjoyed having her pussy lips pulled on, twisted and played with?" "Oh yeah...her," Donna said unexcitedly, though inside she had finally made the first real connection. "Milton, Milton Motors," Donna thought to herself, "It had to be, and though George R, Milton himself hadn't been there, his wife obviously was, it had to be her, but more importantly, this was something she could find out about one way or the other very quickly. "What about her?" Donna asked trying to sound less than enthusiastic when doing so. "Well, for one thing, she's having another private little party next week, she's already invited Greg and I to be there." "I only work for Greg, for you..." she amended quickly. "And unless I'm given the option to do otherwise, I don't, and won't be working for her!" Donna considered the thought that she might be wringing her own neck here, but she had to take that chance. "Nothing like that," Sylvia assured her. "You won't be working for anyone, she's invited you to the party...as a guest!" # It didn't take long for Donna to confirm that she was indeed "thee" Mrs. George R Milton of Milton motors. And though she had answered that single question, it had now raised many more. Did her husband even know about her extracurricular activities, and even if he didn't, would he even care? And what could she gain or even do in telling him that if he didn't? She still didn't have much proof of anything that would serve any useful purpose here. Tracy Milton was a pillar in her own community, she had contributed to more charitable organizations than you could shake a stick at for one thing. She was the current chair of the local woman's organization that had fought steadfastly and un-tiredly for women's rights, equal fair pay, and had even started a shelter for the welfare and care of homeless neglected animals. Tracy Milton was virtually untouchable, regardless of the fact she enjoyed having her pussy pulled and pinched while standing on her head. Two hours later Donna received a phone call from Jerry, he sounded excited when she answered. "I might have something for you," he said grinning over the phone, which she could tell by the sound of his voice. "Two something's actually," he teased her, though one is pretty big, and which I'm sending over to you now." Donna sat down in her chair, bringing up the email on her PC, waiting for it to inform her she had mail. "What's the other?" "Michelle Stevens," he said. "Name sound familiar?" "No, not really," she answered honestly. Jerry grumped into the phone. "Don't recall hearing that name last night?" he asked again hopefully. Donna thought for a moment, and then replied. "No...sorry, who is she?" "I think...she's the girl who asked to be excused from their last get-together," he told her. "I managed to get into OB & D's employee files, seems they've neglected to purge her information as yet, though there wasn't a whole lot to go on even then. But what I did learn is this, she was indeed employed by OB & D just a short time ago, then apparently went to work temporarily for Greg Somerset, just as you were, and for the same exact position as far as I can tell." "Must be her!" Donna said excitedly, "Where can we find her?" "That...I don't know. Not yet anyway. The one thing that does bother me about it is this, I was able to track down her last known address, but when I went there, she wasn't. What I mean to say is, she doesn't even live there any more either, her neighbors said that some big moving company came in a few days later after she'd left, and up and moved her out. When I contacted them to see where they'd moved her too, they had no record of the move whatsoever, no one by that name, being moved anywhere either." "That's not good Jerry," Donna told him. "Sounds like maybe someone paid the moving company off, hushed them up and destroyed whatever documents they might have had." "Yeah, I was wondering about that too, which is also why I didn't press them to see if either OB & D, or Greg's company was involved either way, just in case they were, and might find it suspicious enough an inquiry to go back and tell them that someone was looking into it." "Good thinking, although it might already be too late, maybe they'll tell them someone was asking, and tip them off to it." "Let's hope not," Jerry agreed. "So...what's the good news?" Though her email just then told her she had one. "Get it?" "Just looking at it." "Well?" She read his brief comment, and then opened the attachment. "Oh my God! That's him Jerry, that's him! It must be!" Even with the mask, the hairstyle, as well as body stature was very recognizable, that...along with the name. "Tommy "Tom-Tom" Madison," Fifth Circuit Court Judge!" "What's with the nickname?" she asked curiously. "Tom-Tom?" "Well, word has it that whenever he's sitting the bench, everyone marches to the beat of his drums. He's very strict, doesn't ever deviate from the rules of law, regardless of how archaic or asinine they may be, he holds a tight quiet court, and won't allow anything to get out of hand, he's been known to toss out more spectators than any other judge." "What else?" she asked, knowing that there was even before he told her. "Well rumor also has it, that he has the nickname for another reason." "Which is?" "Sources...good sources, also say, he enjoys beating his own drum, if you get my drift, while courts in session!" "Somehow, that doesn't surprise me," Donna said, "Doesn't surprise me at all!" # She had hung up the phone with Jerry shortly after, now having two confirmed pieces of information to go with, though neither of which still gave them much proof of anything to be able to use. They still needed a collaborating witness, someone who'd be willing to back up Donna's own words. Michelle Stevens was one, Holly, whatever her real last name might be was another, though even that was still a long shot. A friendly smile wasn't any sort of guarantee that she'd be any more willing than Patricia would be, in helping her to substantiate her story. Bottom line was, she still needed a lot more proof. Suddenly going to Tracy Milton's private little party seemed the only other real option presenting itself to her. Maybe there she'd get something more, find another lead, make another connection. At the moment, there were still too many loose ends, too much he said, she said, to even go to Dan with. She stared at the phone for a very long time before picking it up, dialing the number. "Yes, may I speak with Sylvia Grant please? Thank you." # The following Saturday, Donna arrived promptly this time at the address she'd been given, even having to use the password she'd been given to get through the gate, something she found clandestinely amusing. Valet service parked her car, though she had no idea where, as no other cars even seemed to be around, though she assumed they must be, especially with Tracy's husband being an antique collector for many of them according to the papers, one of which was the very one she herself worked for. And though a bit early, she wasn't the first as she was escorted into the main sitting room where several invited guests were gathered, all socializing drinking and happily chatting amongst themselves, several of which she recognized almost immediately, the mysterious "Mavis" whose name and face seemed vaguely familiar to her, though she had yet to figure out where from, and even Jerry coming up with a blank as far as she went. Another was Sylvia, though she was pleased to see her in something other than a black latex body suit, though the equally low cut black gown she was wearing did little if anything to look all that different either. She noticed that Holly as well as Patricia was there too, along with several other girls she had met at the first party. Seeing her enter, Sylvia made her way over to where Donna stood, though she'd made her way over to the bar requesting a Tom Collins, which made her smile at when ordering it, thinking of "Tom Tom" as she did so, though she was also just as pleased in finding him not in attendance, or yet anyway. "Glad you decided to...come," Sylvia said, once again using that knack of hers for pausing on the wrong word in a sentence, thus giving it a whole other meaning entirely when doing so. Donna ignored the obvious meaning however, smiling. "Think I'm underdressed," she said looking at herself, and then at Sylvia who seemed to better match most of the way the other women in attendance seemed to be. She had worn a simple shift, but perhaps it was too simple for this crowd. "Don't worry about it," Sylvia said leaning over, allowing one of her own large breasts to brush against Donna's arm. "In an hour or so, everyone will be naked anyway, and no one will give a rat's ass about what anyone else is, or rather was...wearing!" Donna had watched expectantly for Greg to arrive, but he hadn't as yet done so. Neither had she seen the infamous "Stands on her Head" Tracy, Or maybe even better, "Stands with a fist up her cunt," as she envisioned her doing so, laughing inwardly at picturing Kevin Costner doing a "Dances with Wolves", porno version of the movie with Tracy as his co-star. Once again Donna looked at her watch, it was eight-thirty five when the doors to the sitting room opened, looking up, she saw Tracy standing in the doorway greeting everyone, she was naked, and so was Greg. "Sorry we're late," she said trying to sound amusing. "But something came up, and I had to see to it immediately." Everyone laughed, chuckling at that by the look on Greg's face, though he obviously looked a little uncomfortable while standing there naked, since no one else except for Tracy was as yet. Donna stood back, everyone else pushing forward around her while she stood there wrestling with her feelings and emotions, all of which confused her, though she also made another decision, which surprised her as she thought about it...and smiled. # She waited a couple of minutes longer after everyone had entered the other room, taking a deep breath, she then entered the room herself. It took a moment, but then began spreading like wildfire, a few whispers, several chuckles, until someone actually clapped. Donna stood there entirely nude as everyone in the room turned to look at her, including Greg whose face she was delighted to see was smiling though clearly surprised. "Oh, I'm sorry...did I miss something?" she asked looking purposely perplexed, and then glancing about she added, "Perhaps this isn't entirely appropriate, I feel...overdressed for some reason," she said pausing on the word, just as Sylvia might have done, just then finding her, and seeing an even wider grin, then an out loud laugh bursting from the woman's mouth. "Good show darling! Good show!" she heard her saying, and then Sylvia stepped out of her own dress quickly joining her. As she stood there, she caught both Holly as well as Patricia amongst the throng of people who had stood clapping. Patricia even smiled at her approvingly, and then waved as she quickly stripped off her own clothing standing next to Sylvia. There were others too, many of the young women she had worked with at Greg's party as well as Dave Elliot from the Agency and finally "Tom Tom" himself who had entered just moments ago, and who was already happily stroking himself while watching everyone else undress. # Within moments, everyone had taken their clothes off, what had begun as a social event of sorts, had now turned into a virtual orgy as a massive sea of flesh now began writhing below her on the plush carpeting. Donna continued to stand there for a moment, knowing even as she did so that she was now about to find out just what her limits truly were, how much father she could possibly go in taking them. Looking up, she saw Greg still standing, smiling at her as be began making his way towards her, reminding her as he did so, of Moses, parting the Red Seas, the slithering naked flesh moving out of the way as he neared. She saw Tracy standing well back behind him, a surprised look on her face obviously none too pleased at being left there all by herself. Even so, she felt confused as Greg grew nearer, pleased on the one hand that he was coming, yet disappointed with him on the other, though she certainly had no real reason to be feeling that way. "It's not what you're thinking," he said finally reaching her side. "She wanted to make an entrance, I agreed to go along with it, but nothing actually happened." "Does it really matter?" "It does if it matters to you." She smiled at that, taking his hand, and together they dove into the sea of flesh that rolled in waves beneath them. Even as he kissed her, she looked about, but Tracy had long since disappeared. "Where's her husband anyway?" Donna wondered. "George? Oh, he'll be here shortly," Greg told her. "He needed to stop by and pick up a good friend of his, you met his wife last night, Mavis? She's over there," he said pointing, though one hand continued to fondle Donna's sensitive breast. And then it came to her, she remembered seeing her though they had never spoken, never met before last night. The photo on the desk, another on the wall of his office taken at last year's Golf tournament where George and Dan had taken the championship. Mavis was Dan's wife. All at once Donna knew with a great deal of certainty, she knew exactly where her limitations fell, suddenly realizing as she lay there, Greg's prick even then sliding into her, that she didn't have any...not any more. # It was inevitable of course that she ended up speaking to Dan, there was no way to avoid it now in the first place, especially when he had spotted her with Greg as they lay fucking on the floor together, giving her a brief look before passing by. Now, taking a breather, she boldly, brazenly approached him, still nude as he stood next to the bar. "Hi Dan," she began. "Surprised to see me here?" "A little," he admitted though admiring her body as she stood there. "More surprised to be talking to you like this, not exactly something I ever expected to be doing," though he'd failed to mention the fact he was just as nude as she was at the moment. "Yeah, don't exactly see us meeting like this in your office either." He laughed at that, "No...not hardly." He looked at her, his face expressionless as he spoke. "Working on anything?" "Me? No...just myself," she told him. "The only story I'm currently doing is where I am at, at the moment. So if I'm working on anything, it's me." Dan nodded his head, finally smiling at her. "Good to hear," he said. "Always best to worry about ourselves first, rather than wondering or worrying about what someone else is doing, especially if it really doesn't have anything to do with breaking any real laws, or hurting someone on purpose, you know?" "Yeah...I do," she said meaning it, and catching his meaning as he spoke. "Oh Dan? One more thing though, you know being sort of a celebrity and all in a way, and especially in my line of work, everyone thinks my name is Linda, Linda Frank. You mind keeping it that way for me?" she asked. "Understand if you don't, but..." "I think we can leave that one be," he assured her. "At the moment...don't see any reason not too," he added. "Now, I'd best go find Tracy, promised to participate in a private little party with her and Mavis," he said actually blushing. "Anyway, come see me some time next week, have a piece I'd like for you to consider doing," he said. "We'll see Dan," she responded. "Sort of have a new job I'm interested in trying out for a while, sort of on a sabbatical from doing any reporting for the moment anyway." Once again he smiled at that, knowingly. "Well, have fun then, nice to see you too," he grinned meaning more in that as well as he smiled at her, then turned off in search of the "Pinch Lady" and his wife. Donna got herself a fresh drink and stood there sipping it, collecting herself. There was a lot that wasn't said, but still understood between them, at least she felt like that nothing more would come of it at least, though she knew she would have to now find a way to protect Jerry as best as she could, there would be eventual questions that might be asked...looked into, so she knew she owed him that much at least. Spotting Greg as he stood outside on the porch talking to Sylvia, she made her way outside, joining them, even slipping her arm around Sylvia's waist and Sylvia hers as they stood there, soon after, the two of them fondling Greg's rapidly rising cock together. "Well, what do you think, shall we go back inside, or call it a night and go elsewhere?" Greg asked. "What do you think?" Donna asked, "This was fun, certainly interesting, but I'm in the mood for something a bit more intimate." "Suits me," Greg agreed. "Let's go in and grab our things, I'll call around for the car." As Donna waited for Greg's car to come around, she knew that her life had changed, and probably changed forever. Maybe not permanently so, there was still so much to think about, accept, even adjust to. "Could she do it?" she wondered. She still didn't have the answer to that one yet either. There were limits, and there were limits. She thought she'd finally reached hers, and maybe she had. But upon having done so, she then found and discovered there was a whole other set of them sitting there waiting for her to look at. And look at them she would. There was plenty of time yet to find out who Donna really was. # "Hey, where are you going? Greg asked as she rolled out of bed listening to the sound of her phone ringing. "Sorry, I need to get that, I've been expecting a phone call," she said. "Hurry back!" Sylvia purred, still glowing from her own orgasmic ecstasy that she'd experienced only moments ago. Donna raced down the hall taking the call in her private office, closing the door behind her when she did. "Hey!" Jerry scolded her. "You were supposed to call me the moment you got home from the party last night!" "I know, I'm sorry, but things got complicated," she told him. "Yeah, well I do have some additional news for you," he said, "I found her." "Found who?" "Michelle Stevens," he said excitedly. "And guess who paid the bill for her move?" "I'm not doing the story," she said suddenly. "I'm throwing in the towel on this one Jerry, like I said, it's gotten too complicated, too dangerous now to continue with it." There was a brief pause, but then she heard him breathe a sigh of relief. "Actually, I'm glad to hear it," he told her. "I think this one was over your head, over both of our heads," he said. "You ok with it?" "Yeah, I am," she said with finality meaning it. Though Jerry had no idea what it was that she really meant by that. "Ok kiddo, well in that case, I'll drop everything else I was working on," he told her, Though I have to admit, it was starting to get pretty damn exciting!" he added. "You don't know the half of it," she thought to herself, but responded back to him saying, "Yeah, do that Jerry, pretend that none of this ever happened, that's what I'm going to do. And I'm going to tell Chris that there wasn't anything to the story, nothing serious enough to look into anyway."