0 comments/ 6559 views/ 1 favorites The Gold Digger By: gobsegway It was a Saturday night with a slight breeze but a lot of people standing in front of Studio 6, a famous dance club in Miami. In the line there were an array of people that can fill every single category. There were jocks, geeks, attention whores, sporty girls, goths, punks, and etc. In order to get into this club, you had to know someone famous or be someone famous. However, there was one person who stood out in the crowd, and his name was John. John was your average typical guy wearing jeans, a navy polo shirt, but he had his eyes on a particular women who was wearing the latest fashion while swinging a Luey Votton bag. John: Hey Dan, you see that broad over there? Dan: Which one? John: The one wearing the LV bag. Dan: Yeah I see her, what about her? John: I'm going to fuck her tonight. Dan: And how do you plan on doing that? John: What do you mean? I'm going to walk over there and let her know. Just sit back and watch the show. John confidently walks in front of a few people in the line. A punk rocker guy with pink hair says, "Hey get the fuck back in the line! You can't cut me!" John replies, "Don't worry, I'm not cutting nobody. Hell, I'm not even going into the club so why don't you just shut the fuck up." The LV bag girl notices John's behavior, which intrigues her, but she was still skeptical. John: Hey, I was looking at you back there and I was thinking to myself on how nice it would be for us to sleep together. LV Girl: Uh, excuse me? John: My name is John,w hat's yours? LV Girl: What difference does it matter to you. I'll tell you my name once you buy me a drink. John: The last girl that said to me we ended up having sex in her parents bed while they were in the house. LV Girl: You're a pig, and I'm not that kind of person to just sleep with anyone. John: So, why are you here at this club? LV Girl: To have fun. John: Well, you can have fun back at my place. LV Girl: You're disgusting, if you were the last man on earth I would never sleep with you. John: Look, you want to come or not? LV Girl: No. John: Fine, if you change your mind I'll be over there. John walks back towards Dan while LV Girl is thinking about who this new mysterious bold man was and if he was worth investing her time into. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted his warm cock between her legs. By this time her underwear was drenched in her own juices. It would be wrong to not share her juices, right? Dan: Hey man, how come you're back so soon? I thought you were going to try to sleep with her. John: She wasn't worth the hassle. There are far more better women out there who know what they want rather than just think what they want. Dan: That's true, but she's really hot man. If I were you I'd go back there and apologize to her and then try some of those techniques we learned. John: Are you kidding? The only thing we need, is what's hanging between our legs. That's worth more than anything in this world, and don't forget that. Dan: Well, some girls are worth the extra hassle. John: If you think so. John gets tap on the shoulder and turns around at first thinking it was the punk rock kid trying to start a fight, but it turned out to be LV Girl. LV Girl: Hi, look we got off at the wrong foot, and it looks like me and my friends are not going to get into the club. My name is Rebecca. John: Nice to know that you have a name Rebecca, but I'll tell you what. Since you were giving me trouble earlier, I'm expecting you to buy me a drink. Rebecca: Uhm, I don't want to buy you a drink. I don't think you're worth it. John: But you thought I was worth walking out of the opportunity of getting into this club and talking to me instead? OK, I'll tell you what. I'm a really nice guy, so I'll give you some options. Either you can buy me a drink and we'll sleep with each other, or we can just cut the bullshit and go straight into bed. Rebecca: You're such an asshole! I'm going back to my friends. Have a nice life jerk. John: OK, see ya. As Rebecca walks back to her friends, John notices her perfect round ass bouncing up and down as she walks. Just the thought of rubbing his cock between her ass cheeks made him have the hardest erection. Rebecca on the other hand, was still thinking about John, "He's such a jerk, but he was so bold. He knew exactly what he wanted and how he wanted it. I've never met a man so bold like him, he's like a real man." Dan: Well man you really blew it that time. John: So what? If we don't get into this club soon I'm just going to go home anyways. You want to get a game of baseball tomorrow with the boys? Dan: Sure, but I want to pitch. John: OK, you can pitch if you want to, but you'll never strike me out hah! Dan: (laughs) Sure, sure, we'll see about that. Rebecca tells her friends that she's not feeling so well and that she's going to go home. They say their good byes and tell each other to drive home safely. She walks back towards John... Rebecca: Look, I normally don't do this, but you seem like a fun guy. Where do you live? John: Well I'm not just going to leave my friend Dan all alone. Dan: No, it's OK man. I'll get a ride home somehow no problem. John: OK, c'mon my car is right over int hat parking lot. As they were talking towards John's car, Rebecca was brushing her arms against John's. She tried to talk about past relationships, education, and what John's beliefs, but he seem disinterested and only wanted one thing. Rebecca: Are you even listening to me? Do you even care? John: I'm listening, but no, I don't care. Rebecca: Ugh, you're such an asshole! I can't believe I'm going home with you. John: My car is just a few blocks from here... Rebecca starts to brush more and more of her arm near John's. Eventually, she pulls her arm back slightly so her breast can touch John's arms. Her nipples start to become hard and they're visible through her shirt. John notices... John: I love the way how your tits are hard just by walking next to me. What are you thinking about? Rebecca: Nothing really, I'm just cold. John: I'm thinking about having you bent over my table while I'm pounding you hard and slapping your ass. Rebecca finally decides to give in on John's game. She knows it's going to be a fun night, so she might as well be honest and truthful with John... Rebecca: I would like that a lot,. John: I bet you would like my hard throbbing cock in your mouth too. They've finally reached John's car. John holds Rebecca's arm and swings her around and grasps the side of her face and goes in to make out with her. Their lips touch and their tongues roll together. John grabs onto Rebecca's tits giving a gentle squeeze letting her know what he wants. John also starts rubbing his cock against her tight body. John: I know you feel how hard my cock is. Put your hands on it and love it. Rebecca unbuttons John's jeans and dives her left hand in grasping his cock. Sliding her hand up and down on his shaft. John: Let's get into the car. They climb into the car and Rebecca immediately unzips John's pants while putting his hot cock in her mouth. Feeling the soft skin of his hard cock on her lips turned her on even more. John slips down her shorts and feels how wet her pussy is. He turns out the car and starts driving while she's bobbing her head up and down oblivious to anything happening around her. She uses her own saliva as lubrication as she goes up and down faster. The only thing that she's focusing on is pleasuring this bold attractive man. After 15 minutes John parks his car and they both run up the stairs into his room. Rebecca is ahead of John while going up the stairs but John already has hands rubbing on her clit as she's walking up the stairs. They passionately takes each others clothes off as soon as they enter in John's house. John starts kissing on Rebecca's neck and then nibbles on her ear while she's still stroking his cock. Rebecca: I never though (kiss) I would (kiss) do this (kiss) ever! John: OK bend over on this table and wiggle your ass for me. Rebecca bends over the table and holds her ass up high. John places his cock easily in her soft wet pussy. Rebcca lets out a moan and is instantly on an endorphin high. John is looking at Rebecca's ass bobbing up and down on his cock he grabs her sides and starts pounding her harder. Rebecca is letting out loud moans. They're no longer humans, they are animals fucking with lust. *Smack* *Smack* Rebecca's ass turns bright red like an apple. John wets his finger with his tongue and places it on top of Rebecca's asshole. She turns around... Rebecca: I don't want to do that. It's going to hurt. John: Have you ever done it before? Rebecca: No... John: How do you know it's going to hurt then? I wont put my finger inside you unless you want me to. I'll just rub your asshole for now. Rebecca: OK, oh God this feels so good! John rubs her asshole and they stop moving back and forth. After a little bit Rebecca slides back into him inserting John's finger into her asshole. She lets out another moan and now bobs her ass up and down experiencing the pleasure of having both of her holes filled. Rebecca: Ugggghh I never had my asshole massaged like that. John: The more I stretch it the better it'll feel John slips in two fingers this time and Rebecca takes it like she's been doing this for her whole life. Rebecca: *Moans* I want you to put your cock inside my asshole. John takes his cock and slides right into her asshole. Rebecca leans backwards slowly all the way to his balls. She rubs her clit as her asshole is being pleasured. Both of them panting and moaning furiously while their bodies mingled together. John: Ugh I'm going to cum soon! Rebecca: Cum inside me, I want you to so badly. They both thrust faster and faster, John let's out a loud moan while his cum fills the walls of Rebecca's asshole. She cums all over the place at the same time and her asshole contracts on John's cock making him cum harder. John thanks Rebecca for her service and tells her that she needs to get out. Rebecca: What do you mean? You're just going to throw me out like this? John: No, not at all, I want to keep this relationship going. You were great, but I'm really tired right now and I can't have anyone else in my bed while I try to sleep. Right your number down on that pad over there and I'll give you a call sometime. Here's my number if you want some more fun. Rebecca closes the door after entering the hallway. She will always remember this night, but promised herself that she would never do it again. The more she thought about, the wider she smiled. She would never tell her friends what she had done, they would never approve, but the next time something like this happens again she wont be so resistant. Two days later, she calls John again and the rest is history. The Gold Digger The board meeting broke up around eight in the evening. It had been a fractious meeting. One group wanted to take the corporation in one direction, while another group had entirely different ideas. When it finally came from push to shove Carol held the deciding vote. She'd counted on this, and she used it to her best advantage. Both sides, the corporate conservatives and the liberal team had been wooing her vote for weeks. She didn't care, really, who won as long as she got her share. In the end it was the conservative bloc that got her. They had been very persuasive, what with money, perks, and shares. Now it was time to celebrate. Carol thought, what a clever girl she was. Using her feminine wiles she had managed to maneuver these stupid men into just the arrangement she wanted. Men were so stupid. She and several of the winning team retreated to a luxury suite on the top floor of one of the many luxury high rises the company controlled. It was going to be a private blow out, no wives, no girl friends, just her, the men, and a handful of whores. The booze flowed, and the cocaine popped, and as the evening wore on things became more and more boisterous. Pretty soon the men were out of their business suits and down to just pants and Tee shirts. Some of the whores were down to their underwear. The music was loud and the promises and claims of even greater successes became more and more exaggerated. One by one Carol noticed some of the men disappeared with one or more of the whores. They were having a great time. By 1:00 a.m. Carol was three sheets to the wind, and enjoying herself immensely, but it was hot. She shed her business suit and mandatory woman's tie. Her skirt clung to her legs making her feel clammy. Her blouse, a sheer white silk number hung on her like last week's laundry. The men all looked so relaxed. Some were down to their boxer shorts. She noticed none of them wore tighty whities. She bet that was the uniform of the liberal losers. These were real men. Only boxer shorts worked here. In the midst of this noise and confusion one of the more aggressive bosses, Bob Austin, approached her. Bob was tall and lean, every young woman's dream. Not married, rich, and powerful, he could be a great catch. "Hey Carol." He said. "I'll bet you'd like to dance." Carol wanted to do something. Dancing wasn't it, but she agreed. Bob was a terrific dancer. The first songs were up-tempo, and he really knew how to move. The dancing made her feel hot, but a little tired too. Bob could tell and offered to get her a drink and together he suggested they find a place to sit a couple tunes out. Carol agreed. Bob came back with two tumblers filled to the brim with alcohol. He handed one to her. "Here drink up. This will put the swagger back in your step. I guarantee it." Carol took it and quaffed it almost in one gulp. Bob gave her his, left her there, vowing to return with more. While he was gone she plowed into the second drink. By the time Bob got back with two more Carol was hotter than ever. In fact, she felt ready for almost anything. Bob suggested they dance some more, and she heartily agreed. This time the music was slow, and she and Bob hugged themselves together like they were one. Bob started kissing her. She didn't resist. She was enjoying his warm lips and strong arms. Bob started rubbing her body. He started with her head and neck, but slowly he worked his way down to her waist and ass. For a second Carol thought about stopping him, but the music was so soft, the heat from his body so penetrating, and the soft touch of his fingers persuaded her not to. What the hell she thought. This is my victory party too. Bob unzipped her skirt, and started to ease it off her hips. Carol tried to use her hands to prevent it from happening, but his persistence, her own increasing heat, and her inability to free her hands from his strong embrace proved too much. She felt the skirt fall to the floor. One of the other men cut in. Carol slipped her feet from her fallen skirt and continued dancing with the new partner. While he hugged her close she felt other arms reaching around from behind. Carol found her self-dancing with two men, one in front and one behind. Both men had powerful erections. She felt them through her thin underpants. Carol tried to squirm away from the two men, but she couldn't get free. The one behind was slowly unbuttoning her blouse. She felt the man in front reaching for the clasp of her bra. Before she could do anything both her blouse and her bra were falling down around her arms and then to her wrists. The man behind stepped away, and the man in front, whom she could see was Bob again, twirled her around as they danced. As she twirled the man in the rear slipped both her blouse and bra off. Carol found herself down to just her underpants and her high-heeled shoes. The man who was behind disappeared, and she found herself only with Bob again. He held her closely and offered another drink. Carol took it willingly, and downed it in almost one gulp. It had a sweet, almost cosmetic taste. She wondered for a second what was in it. Probably gin she thought, and went on dancing. Bob whispered in her ear. "Carol you have a magnificent body, I really mean it. You've got to be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." Carol nestled up closer. Bob cupped her chin with his hand and pulled her face up to his. They kissed a long slow languorous kiss. Carol felt so hot, and so good. She wanted sex, but knew this was the wrong place and these were the wrong men. Bob held her in his gaze. "I want you Carol." Carol answered. "I want you too Bob, but I can't." Bob held her closer. His right hand was gently rubbing her hot ass. He was pressing himself up against her. He could feel the moisture between her legs. "Why not? What are you afraid of?" The tension was building between her legs. Her mind seemed to be a blur, probably from the booze. Carol answered in a soft but feverish whisper. "You know I can't give myself to you in front of all these men. They're our partners. What kind of woman would they think I am." Bob pressed his lips to her ear and kissed it. He took one of his fingers and gently rubbed it up and down the soft nape of her neck. "What if you couldn't say no. What if someone took your ability to say no away?" Carol was breathing heavily. She felt the hot wet pressure building up between her legs. His large hard erect penis was pushing against her mons. She wanted it. God she wanted it. "What do you mean? Bob whispered. "Put your hands down." Carol dropped her hands to her sides. Bob caressed her neck with his lips. His hand rubbed her left breasts. "Hold still." Carol pressed her body against Bob. She felt something wrap around her wrists. She heard two soft clicks. She tried to pull her hands away but they wouldn't budge. Her hands were cuffed behind her back. Bob whispered in her ear. "Now you're no longer in control. I have you now. You can't escape. Whatever happens from this moment on is beyond your control. You're mine. You can't be held accountable. No one can say anything." Carol listened to Bob and pushed her head down into his neck. He felt so good, so warm. His erect penis was so insistent, and now she couldn't use her hands to push him away. "Oh Bob. What should I do?" Bob kept whispering in her ear how beautiful she was, and how totally and completely helpless she was. There was nothing she could do. No one could say she hadn't tried, but now she belonged to him or whoever had the keys to the cuffs There was no fault, no harm, she'd tried, but now she was free to what her body told her. She had no choice. Carol listened, and it made sense. At least it seemed to make sense. Her pussy was burning up, and she wanted relief. She had to have sex, sex right now, and sex with Bob, or like Bob said, anyone who had the key to her cuffs. She said to Bob. "I want you." Bob reached around and slowly pulled her panties down. She was completely naked, and the room was full of men, men she worked with, but it didn't matter. Bob had said it was OK. He had the key, and she needed it. Bob half walked half carried her over to a large easy chair. He said. "Here sit down on my lap. As she sat down he pulled his pants down. She sat, and she felt his huge hard organ slip inside. It felt like dynamite. "Oh." She said. "That feels so good." She started humping up and down on Bob's lap. She noticed the other men were all watching, but she didn't care. She was getting what she wanted. Bob held her by the waist and half-guided half lifted her up and down. God he thought, she's great. He told her. "This is what you want. This is what you need, and even if you didn't, you have no choice because I and I alone have the keys to set you free. Together Bob and Carol bounced up and down on each other. He felt so hot and big inside her. Then, like an atomic bomb, his penis exploded. She knew she shouldn't want that, but his sperm went so deep inside. It was so hot, and felt so awful damn good. She lost control. She could feel herself squirting her own juices against his penis. A few seconds later Carol could feel Bob's penis was slowly shriveling. It was losing its power. She wanted it to stay hard, and stay inside her, but she knew it was over. She squirmed off his lap. Half drunk, half asleep, and totally out of control she said. "OK. Take off the cuffs." Bob whispered in her ear. "Carol. I gave the key to Hank. He got so excited watching us he wanted to have you too." Carol heard Bob, but she was really groggy. "But I don't want to do Hank." Bob cradled her head. He kissed her lips. "But Carol. Hank has the keys. You have to be with Hank now. You do want to get free don't you?" Carol was either too drunk or too drugged to fully comprehend. She said. "But I don't want to do Hank." Bob kissed her neck. He took a finger and gently rubbed it up and down her neck. He had a hand on one of her breasts. "Carol. You don't want to hurt Hank's feelings. He wants you. He has the keys. I know you want to get free. Why don't you just do Hank, and then you'll get the keys, get free, and go to sleep. You'd like that wouldn't you?" Carol listened but didn't fully understand. She only knew Hank had the keys. Hank wanted to do her, and she didn't want to hurt Hank's feelings. She answered. "OK." Hank was standing beside the chair. He held out his hand. "Carol." " He said. "You're so lovely. Can I make love to you in bed?" Carol gave Hank a languid smile. She hadn't realized what a romantic he was. "Yes Hank." That was what she said. Hank gently lifted her from Bob's lap and carried her into one of the bedrooms. Pulling down the top sheet with one hand he gently laid her on the coverlet. "You're so beautiful Carol. I love you." He went on. "I don't just want you now, just tonight. I want you always, or at least a momento. Can I have something as a keepsake?" Carol tried to reach up with her arms to pull him down but her hands were behind her back. Her vagina was feeling very warm again, and she knew she needed more relief. Hank took her in his arms. "Carol I want the tresses of your hair as a token of our love. Can I have them?" Carol looked up. She was halfway alert. "You want my hair?" Hank took out the key. He unlocked one of the cuffs, but quickly re-locked her hands to the top of the bed above her head. Hank kissed her lips. "Oh no. I don't want a single shred of the hair on your head. I want the hair around you beautiful pussy. Would you let me have it?" Carol looked at Hank. She thought how wonderfully romantic he was. "You want my pussy hair?" Hank answered. "Oh yes. May I?" Carol answered. "As you see I'm at your mercy. Please be gentle" Hank stepped away only for an instant but returned with a razor, a bowl of warm water, a towel, and some shaving cream. He kneeled beside her on the bed. He kissed her lips, Her gently rubbed her breasts, and then kissed each sweet aureole. Then he took the water, shave cream, and razor and denuded her pussy. He was careful not to scratch or cut her, and all the while he whispered his love for her, and stroked her breasts, stomach, and soft vagina. Once her pussy was shaved completely clean Hank lay upon her and slowly inserted his massively erect penis in her vagina. He moved slowly wanting to enjoy every single stroke. Carol was beside herself. She was in ecstasy. "Heavens." She cried out. "Oh Hank. I love you. I love you!" Hank answered. "I love you Carol. You're the sweetest, warmest person in the world. I can't get enough of you. Together they rose and fell. His penis probed deep inside her. With every thrust she answered with her pelvis. Then together, in a moment of carnal triumph both Hank and Carol experienced the orgasm of their lives. Hank rolled off and looked over at Carol. "I love you Carol. I can't live without you. Do you love me?" Carol answered. "Oh I love you Hank. I love you so much." Hank said. I have something I want you to wear for me. Will you wear it." Carol was in a daze. "I'll wear anything for you." Hank slipped out a small metal collar. "I want you to wear my collar. Will you wear my collar Carol?' Carol answered. "Yes I'll wear your collar, but why do you want me to wear a collar?" Hank snapped the collar around her neck. "I want you to wear my collar because the collar is attached to this chain. I'm going to fasten this chain to the top of the bed. That way I'll know you'll be here for me when I get back. Will you let me do that?" Carol sighed. "You are my hero Hank. You have the keys to my cuffs and to my heart. How can I say no to you?" Hank took a small padlock and hitched the chain to the collar, then he took a second padlock and snapped the other end of the chain to the top of the bed. "Now you're mine Carol. You're really mine. I want you forever. I love you Carol." Carol was drunk with Hank's passion. "I love you Hank. I'd do anything for you. Hank said. "I have to go to the bathroom. Wait for me. Will you wait for me?" Carol was almost nonsensical. She replied. "I'll be here. I'll be here until you release me. I'll be here for you." Hank stepped away, and Carol drifted off thinking how much more wonderful Hank was compared to Bob. She liked Bob. Her was a good coworker, but Hank really loved her, and she loved him. She must have drifted off to sleep momentarily for when she awakened it wasn't Hank kneeling beside her. It was Allen. Allen leaned over and kissed her precious lips. He said. "Hank had to leave. His mother was being rushed to the hospital, but he gave me the keys, and he gave me something for you to drink." Carol looked up at Allen. "Hank had to leave?" Allen looked down at her with a loving gaze. "Yes. His mother was rushed to the hospital, and he had to leave, but before he left he told me he knew you'd be thirsty, and he wanted me to take care of you while he was gone." Carol looked dreamily at Allen. "Hank is so sweet. He left me something to drink?" Allen said. "Yes. Here it is darling. Let me cup you beautiful head in my hand while you drink your fill." Carol realized she really was very thirsty, and she thought how sweet it was for Allen to hold her so gently while she drank. She said as she finished the sweet tasting beverage. "Thank you Allen." Allen lay down beside her. "Carol." He said. "I love you. I've loved you since the first moment I laid eyes on you. I love your beautiful face, your long brown hair, your sweet lips, those adorable supple breasts and your sweet tender vagina." Carol looked up at Allen. She thought how wonderful it was. She'd never realized how much he cared for her. It made her feel all warm inside. In fact, as she lay with her head in his arms he looked so handsome, so strong. She started to feel hot between her legs again. She said. "Allen I never knew." Allen pressed his lips against hers. He cupped her breasts in his hands. He took his hand and gently wiped over her vagina. "Carol" He said. "I love you. I need you. I want to make love to you." He pressed another kiss on her lips. Carol answered. "I love you Allen. Make love to me." Allen climbed on top, and thrust his hard organ deep inside her. Carol felt its power and its warmth. She'd never felt so loved or so wanted before. If only she'd known before how much Allen loved her. She would have done anything for him. Together Carol and Allen made wild passionate love. She was lost in a sea of lust and pleasure. Allen was so strong and so dominating. She liked the feel of his arms around her, the power of his strokes. Together they reached a peak of emotional power, and then it was over. Allen held her closely in his arms. He whispered. "I love you Carol. You're the one woman in the world for me." He reached up with the key to the cuffs and undid her from the head of the bed, but before she could react he re-cuffed her hands together. He leaned over to her and said. "I love you Carol. I can't let you go. I have something for you." Carol said. "Allen. I love you too. I'll accept whatever you have for me." Allen reached down and pulled forth a second pair of cuffs. "These are for your ankles Carol. I can't bear letting you leave this bed for a minute. I need you to be right here." With that he cuffed her ankles together. The length of chain separating her ankles was barely six inches. He told her. "I have to see someone. I have something else I want to give you, and I have to go and get it. I had to cuff your feet, because I'm afraid you might leave me while I'm gone." Carol had trouble focusing, but she could still see her Allen. What he was saying didn't completely make sense, but it didn't seem to matter. She answered. "I'll be here. I'll wait here for you." Allen stood up, but before walking away he leaned in and kissed her beautiful lips one last time. "I love you." He said. "I'll be right back." Allen came back with something in his hand. "Carol I have something very special for you. It's a special message." He rolled her over on her stomach. Carol could feel his hands on her ass cheeks. He was writing or drawing something. Allen whispered in her ear "This is a mark of my love for you." Carol answered "I love you Allen. She tried to remember. There had been somebody else, but she couldn't remember. It was Allen who she loved. That was all she remembered. She fell sound asleep. Carol awakened slowly the following morning. The first thing she noticed was her hands and feet were cuffed together, and a collar with an attached chain kept her form getting out of bed. She said to no one in particular. "What's going on?" Then she thought back. She tried to remember the previous night. She remembered Bob, and then there was someone else, and she thought she remembered Allen, or was it Hank. She couldn't be sure. She sat up on the bed. She saw a pair of cuffs kept her hands close together, and another pair of cuffs held her feet. She felt a metal collar around her neck, and saw the chain that went form her collar to the top of the bed. She thought. What am I doing? I'm all chained up. I'm even calling the collar around my neck my collar. How did I get this way? What happened? Then she looked down at her vagina. Oh my God she thought. Someone had shaved her pussy. How did that happen? She almost laughed. Of course she knew how it happened, but why did it happen and who did it? Carol sat on the side of the bed and called out "Is anyone there?" The door opened and in walked a maid. "Good morning" said the maid. "How do you feel?" Carol answered "I feel terrible. How did I get like this. Can you help me?" The maid answered. "I'm supposed to unlock your chains, and help you get a bath. Then I'm supposed to get you to watch a video. The Gold Digger "A video." Carol, mumbled. "I wonder what that could be?" The maid took out a set of keys and quickly unlocked all the cuffs and locks, except she left the collar on. Carol asked. "Aren't you gong to take off the collar?" The maid answered "I don't have a key for that. But here's your soap, shampoo, and cleansers. Please go ahead and take a nice hot shower. While you're showering I'll lay out your clothes." Carol felt gritty and dirty. She was slowly starting to remember some of the events from the previous evening, and she didn't like what she was conjuring. She thanked the maid for the soaps and shampoos and went to the bathroom to clean up. While she bathed the maid laid out what she was to wear, and set up the video machine. Carol exited the shower feeling refreshed but a little headachy, and she couldn't seem to get rid of the confusing things swirling around in her head. She'd had sex with at least one of the partners, and maybe more, but she wasn't sure. Regardless she was sure it had been her idea, and only another way to get her clutches deeper into the firm. She laughed to herself. It'll all come back after a while. The maid was standing beside the television. She said. I've put your clothing over on the bed. Once you get dressed you're supposed to watch this video. After the video is over you're to call this number." The maid put a piece of paper down beside the telephone. "I'm not supposed to stay. So I'm going to leave now. I placed something to drink and some toast over by the bed if you want it." Without another word the maid left. Carol thought. My. My. Well let's get dressed. She lounged her way to the bed and picked up the plastic bag that contained her wearing apparel. She opened it and laid it out on the bed. There must be some sort of mistake she thought. All there is here is a very short dress, a pair of socks and some shoes. Oh well, she thought I suppose they'll have to do for now. She slipped on the dress, if dress is what it was. It came down to be exactly even with her crotch. If she made any moves with her arms or hands it would ride up and show anyone looking everything she had. It was a pale blue kind of dress, and seemed to be made of nylon. It had a zipper that went up the back, all the way to her neck where it spread into a smallish peter-pan collar. It was short sleeved with puffy transparent capped sleeves. She noticed the collar, the hem of the dress, and the edges of the sleeves were trimmed in lace. It looked childish and ridiculous, but she put it on anyway. What choice did she have? It zipped up the back. She pulled the zipper up, and pushed the zip catch down once it reached her neck. She heard a tiny but distinctive click. That bothered her so she decided to unfasten the zip catch. It wouldn't budge. This was awful. She would have to get help to get out of the dress. She picked up the shoes. They were also pale blue, and seemed to be made of plastic. She put on the short white socks, and then the shoes. They were uncomfortable. They had small hasps in the front. When she latched them she could tell they would be hard to get off. Deciding not to wear them, she sat back on the bed to take them off. As soon she pulled on the heel she knew they weren't coming off unless she had a key or something to unlatch the hasps. Her feet were stuck in the infernal things. Oh hell she thought to herself. How was she going to get out of this stupid outfit. This was somebody's idea of a sick joke. She'd fix them whoever it was. Oh well. There was a video to watch. Carol went over to the television and turned it on. Then she turned on the DVD player. She sat back on the bed to see what would happen. It didn't take Carol long to see what the video contained. She watched in shocked disbelief. It was her! It was her with Bob. Then it was her with Hank. Then it was her and Allen. Each one of them was having sex with her. Each one of them did something different to her. Bob cuffed her hands. Hank cuffed her feet and neck and shaved her pussy. Last Allen screwed her and painted something on her rear end. What had he written? She hadn't noticed. She stood up and leaned around to look at her ass. There on her left cheek was one word. That word was chattel. He had written chattel on her ass. Who did he think he was doing that? She knew what chattel meant. It meant property. Did he think she was his property? If he did he was out of his mind. Carol had seen enough. This was pissing her off. She reached for the paper with the phone number and call it. "Hello. Hello" She said. It was Bob on the other end of the line. "Good morning Carol." He said. "Did you sleep well?" Carol was in no mood for small talk. "I don't know what you think you're doing but you better get up here right now I'm good and mad." Bob laughed on the other end. "Don't worry Carol I'll be right there." It didn't take long. Bob was at the bedroom door in less than ten minutes. He opened the door and said. ""Oh how adorable! My sleeping beauty is awake."" Carol wasn't laughing. "I'm not happy. I saw that stupid video. I got hooked into putting on this stupid dress, and now I want you get this off me, find my real clothes, and then I'm going home." Bob laughed. Come on in the living room. We've all been waiting for you to wake up." Carol wasn't happy, not happy at all. "What do you mean we?" Bob chuckled. "I mean all us stupid guys. Come on out". Carol walked out and there sat Hank, Allen, Sam, Ralph, Mark, and Larry, all the men who were at the party the night before. Hank spoke first. "Carol. You've been a naughty girl. I bet you thought you were pulling one over on all of us. That's too bad. Now you're going to have to pay up." Carol bristled. What are you talking about? I don't know what you're talking about? And I'm not paying up anything!" Hank went on "Oh yes you are, and you're gong to start with me." Carol. "I don't know what you're talking about." Hank smirked. "OK. Fellas. Let's go." As he spoke all the men started to get up to leave. Hank turned back around. "Carol. The rooms paid up till 11:00 a.m. After that you have to get out. Good luck. Oh by the way the building police are all downstairs. They'll be on the look out for anyone acting or dressed suspiciously. I'll bet you'll attract a lot of attention in your pretty blue dress." Carol yelled. "What! What are you doing?" Hank answered. "I like you Carol. We all like you. We like you so much we want to keep you, but not as an executive. We like you better as a sexy little toy. You look so cute in your little baby blue dress. I was hoping we would have some fun with you, but I can see you want to play it the hard way. That's OK. We'll leave. You'll leave or be thrown out then the police will catch you, arrest you, and call us. We'll come to the police station, pick you up and we'll be right back where we are here right now. You in your cute little outfit, and us with great big hard ons." Carol was fuming. "OK. What do I have to do to get out of this?" Hank smiled. "Oh that's so much better. Well, first. I want you to come over here while I sit down. I want you to kneel down there on the floor in front of me. Then I want you to pull down my fly, reach in, pull out my wang, and then I want you to give me the best blow job I ever got." Carol put her hands on her hips, but her dress pulled up and showed them all her pussy. She dropped her hands back down. "You've got to be kidding!" Hank said. "OK. We'll do it the hard way. He and the other men all got up to go." Carol winced. "OK. I'll do you." Hank smirked. "Oh thank you so much." He sat down on the easy chair. Carol walked over and knelt on the carpet in front of him. She asked. "Do they all have to be here?" Hank answered. "Oh yes!" She unzipped his fly and pulled out his penis. Hank said. "Now do a good job. And make like you're really enjoying yourself. Don't get in a hurry. I want it to last." Carol got the message. She leaned up and slowly took his penis in her mouth. It smelled. She was mortified. She had never been so humiliated, but she had no choice. She licked around the head. She pressed her lips to it. She took her tongue and licked all the way around. She took him in her mouth. Slowly she sucked back and forth. She felt him getting bigger in her mouth. She hated every second. Then all of a sudden he started to ejaculate. She pulled away, and his sperm spewed all over her face and her dress. Hank frowned at her. "Now look at the mess you've made. I want you to clean every bit of this up. Now take your finger and wipe your face. That's a girl. No don't try to wipe it on the rug. Take your fingers, put them in your mouth and clean them off that way. That's good. Now wipe off your dress. That's a girl. Good girl! Now take the jizm and put it in your mouth. Oh good girl. Now swallow it. That's right swallow it all." Carol hated herself for doing this, but she saw no choice. Once she got Hank done she'd get out of this dress and get her clothes back. Hank thanked her again. "Oh that was a very good girl." He stood up and pulled up his trousers. Carol started to stand up too. Hank put his hands on her shoulders and stopped her. She looked up. Hank said. "Now where do you think you're going?" Carol answered. "I did you. Now get me my clothes." Hank remained standing with his hands on her shoulders. "Oh Carol" He said. "What about all our friends. You certainly can't disappoint Allen, Bob, or Sam, or Ralph over there. They saw what you did for me. Now they all want one too. Come on Carol. You have to be fair." Carol was furious, but what else could she do? "You want me to suck all these cocks?" Hank answered. "You don't want to leave anybody out do you? You don't want to hurt anyone's feelings?" Carol just knelt there and cringed. Hank stepped away. "Well. I've got to go now. All you guys have a good time. He reached down and cupped her face in his hand. "Don't forget to thank Carol for her caring and concern." With that Hank was up and gone. One after another, Ralph, then Allen, then Larry, then Sam, and then Mark all got a blow job from Carol. After each job the man thanked her and got up and left. The last man in the room was Bob. By the time Carol got to him her jaws were sore, her dress was soaked with sperm, and her face and hands were a sticky mess. Bob said. "OK. I'm the last one. Now give me the best job of all and you'll get that special treat you've been wanting. Carol got the message, as tired as she was she gave Bob the best suck he'd ever had in his life. Like all the others he splattered her face and her dress all over. When Carol finally finished with Bob he stood, smiled and said. "OK. Carol you've been a real good sport. Tomorrow, when you go to work, report directly to my office. I'll be waiting for you with a tattoo artist. We're going to make that little word on your ass permanent. From now on your company property. Expect lots of calls to report to private offices, and later on, who knows, we might let the office boys join in. Then you'll be reporting to one of the private bathrooms." Carol wanted to cry. Things had not worked out well. They had not worked out well at all. She had been demoted, no degraded, from office executive to office sex toy, and soon she might be the toy of every man there. This was horrible. She wanted to get home. She had to get home, and get this mess cleaned off her. "What did I do to deserve this? Why are you doing this?" Bob answered. "Well first, we caught you falsifying company records. That, as you well know, could put you in prison for a very long time. Second, I love you Carol, and I guess I'm just a pervert." Then Bob smiled. "Well I guess you want to go home now. He opened one of the closets and pulled out the skirt and blouse set she'd been wearing the night before. It was all cleaned and pressed and hanging on a hanger like new. Bob said. "Here's your clothing." Then he did something totally unexpected. First he said. "Carol, You know I really do love you. If you had played it straight, I'd have probably asked you to marry me. Well that didn't work. Now, at least, give me one good kiss." He looked at her. She was a mess. He said. "I don't care what a mess you are. I need to kiss you." He reached forward and pulled her to him. Carol leaned up to kiss him back. She did like Bob, but he was still as stupid as ever. As she leaned up Bob took her hands and pulled them behind her back. In an instant Carol felt and heard two sharp clicks. Her hands were bound behind her back again. She cried out. "Bob! What's this?" Bob smiled down at her. "I love you, but I'm not stupid. I can't let you leave Carol dear. You are home." He pulled the key to the shackles from his pockets and, using a small one-inch chain and tiny padlock he attached the key to the collar she was still wearing. He stepped back. "My you look beautiful. I've got to go now. As you can see your clothes are over on the hanger. Get cleaned up, dressed, and go on back to your apartment if you can, and I'll see you at work first thing tomorrow." Carol looked at him. "How can I do that? You've locked me up again?" Bob kissed her forehead. "I know. Don't worry I've paid you up for the week. If you want anything to eat and drink just call room service. Who knows? Tonight, when I get off work I might stop in." Saying that Bob got up and walked to the front door. Carol was standing in the middle of the suite living room, dressed in a spunky little baby blue dress and blue plastic shoes shouted. "Bob. You can't do this!" Bob looked back. Blew her a kiss. Then with a cheery wave he said. "See you soon!" The door closed. Carol looked around. There she was. Her dress was on a hanger ready to be worn, but there was no way on earth she could get into it. She was locked in cuffs, in a tiny dress. What was there left to do? Oh well. Bob said he might be back tonight. There's a shower and a tub. If she cleaned up now, she'd be dry by the evening. Who knows? She liked Bob. She liked him a lot. Maybe they could work something out.