1 comments/ 95502 views/ 10 favorites Lyn is Invited to a Party By: HeathRowinOhio Friday rolled around and Lyn did not know what to expect. The kids had dinner and were off with their friends. Mark had called a half-hour earlier and mentioned that his trip was extended for another few days through Tuesday. So Lyn waited with some apprehension but hoped that tonight was a legitimate event. The doorbell rang bringing Lyn out of her hypnotic state. Lyn answered the door and delivery of a package in brown paper was handed to her by a delivery woman. She signed for it and closed the door. Lyn took the anonymous package to the kitchen table and opened it. On top of the white wrapping paper was a sealed, engraved invitation. Underneath the invitation was a beautifully tailored gray pinstripe business woman's suit. Lyn opened the invitation. The invitation read: "You are cordially invited to a professional get together at the Club. Enjoy an evening of drinks and friendship with some of the areas most successful men and women. In honor of the event, we have provided your attire for the evening. A limo will pick you up promptly at 6:45 PM this evening. Please be ready. See you this evening." The invite did not indicate who was hosting the event. Lyn showered and primped herself for the grand evening. She noticed that everything was thought of for her to wear. In the box were black three-inch heels, black thigh-high stockings, a black thong and matching bra, and her beautifully tailored pin strip gray suit. Lyn dressed herself in front of her full-length mirror admiring her own body. The clit ring glistened in the light from the overhead lights. Lyn ignored the clit ring and continued dressing, feeling the clit ring rub against the thong. Lyn pulled on the thong, admiring her shapely hips and the lips of her pussy. Her breasts stood out without any bra, strong and muscular. She put the bra on anyways. It is business attire and braless would be less than business attire. The thigh-highs were rolled on ending two inches below her crotch. Lyn looked in the mirror and enjoyed the reflection. Lyn put on the cream colored blouse, buttoning down the front, tucking it into the gray pinstripe skirt. The skirt was an inch or two above her knee, much more conservative than the mid-thigh skirts that she normally wore. The heels were three inches, black, and accentuated the legs that were developed and maintained thanks to the Nordic Trek. The final piece of the ensemble was the suit jacket. The jacket was gray pinstripe and ran down as far as her mid-thigh. The doorbell rang precisely at 6:45 and Lyn was ready. She grabbed the small bag that was in the box, closed the door behind her, and headed down the walk to the limo. Lyn glanced at Diane's house but is looked as though no one was home. Finally, Lyn thought, I can get away from her for awhile. Lyn got in the limo and the driver told her to relax. "A martini awaits you mam in the fridge to your left," the driver announced. Lyn opened the fridge and took out the martini mix and poured herself a drink. She enjoyed the drink as the limo drove around town as they headed to the country club, or Club, as mentioned so frequently by the folks in town. They arrived at the Club and the driver opened the door for Lyn. She stepped out into the entrance, her long legs, shapely in her black thigh-highs, catching the driver's eye. Lyn was escorted by a different receptionist to a private party room in the Club. She looked around but recognized no one. "If you are wondering where all the familiar faces are, we are the weekend, catering staff. The regulars have the night off," the receptionist explained. The receptionist held the door open and Lyn entered the room. There were a dozen other's in attendance all smartly and professionally dressed. The room was large but separated by large white wall dividers that were eight feet high by ten feet across. They almost looked like screens for a movie but there were no projectors present. There were four chairs in a semi-circle in front of each of the white wall dividers. There were also twelve chairs in the back of room, six on each side of a raised platform, or what appeared to be a stage, that was about twenty feet long and ran from a green curtain into the room. Lyn looked around the room. All of the people wore business attire, were drinking what looked like to be martini's, and some were deep in conversation not noticing anyone that came or went into the room. The background music was soul and Lyn was trying figure out the artist. "Marvin Gaye, Let's Get It On," someone mentioned to Lyn. Lyn turned and saw a stunning African woman. "Hi my name is Tanya," as she introduced herself to Lyn. The two began chatting about the event but neither could understand their invite or the purpose of the get together. Lyn looked around with her new friend, Tanya, but did not recognize anyone immediately until she looked at the martini bar and saw Martha. Lyn moved over to Martha, a look of concern on her face. Martha was bubbly and happy to see Lyn. "Lyn you look lovely and radiant. How have you been?" Martha asked a somewhat stunned Lyn. Martha was wearing a canary yellow suit with white stockings and white shoes with three inch heels. Her dark brown hair looked lovely against the yellow material. Martha turned to face Lyn. Lyn leaned over to Martha's left ear and asked, "Are you okay?" The last time I saw you, you were, uh..." Lyn's voice trailed off. "Yeah sucking a big dick and getting fucked," Martha said so easily. Lyn was taken back by the nonchalant attitude of her acquaintance. Tanya, standing on Lyn's left, cast her eyes to the floor, not acknowledging or responding to the remark. Lyn was moving closer to Martha to ask her what was going on when a gong sounded. As the gong sounded, the crowd, a mix of men and women, moved to the chairs around the raised platform and took their seats. The other four ladies, Lyn, Martha, Tanya, and a new comer, Sue, remained standing next to the martini bar. Tanya was wearing a long black and white strapless dress that came down to just below her knees. Her dark hair was long and cascaded over her bare shoulders providing a striking presence with her near six foot slender frame. Her perfect breasts were like Lyn's; they required very little support to stand up. Sue was wearing a beige business suit. The white blouse could barely contain her 38 D's and she was having trouble keeping the suit coat buttoned at the waist. Her matching skirt was riding a bit higher than anyone else's and a hint of the top of her stockings could be seen when she moved her arms upward. All four ladies were about to pull the chairs over from in front of one of the screens but they met Vicky. Vicky was the Mistress of Ceremonies. Vicky was wearing a black evening gown that contrasted so nicely with her auburn hair. "Ladies, I am so sorry but there was a paperwork mix up when the packages were delivered to each and every one of you," Vicky began. "Your documentation should have stated that you are part of the hosting team for this evenings get together and will be modeling your attire to these professional women. If you notice, all of you are strikingly beautiful and truly stand out from the ordinary housewife or soccer mom. You have been requested to show your style and stuff to these nice ladies and gentlemen who can only dream and fantasize to have bodies, charm, and style like yours," Vicky delivered to the four unknowing women. The hook went into the water. Two of the ladies had a secret to share with the other two. Both Lyn and Martha saw each other naked with Martha performing sex acts in front of a naked, pierced Lyn. "I need you to sign the model runway release forms. It's clear in black and white, so review, read, sign, and hand them back to me," Vicky let the line and bait out a bit more trying to catch all four at once. Martha, being a bit tipsy, took the pen and signed without reading. Tanya glanced at the document and signed, smiling, as she handed the pen and form back to Vicky. Lyn and Sue were a bit more cautious. Vicky knew to be a bit craftier with these two. She heard these two would be looking for a trap. Sue was the first to raise a question. "What does the statement, 'exclusive rights to image?' mean?" Vicky responded with a reassuring smile, "Some of these women may want a photo of the suit or blouse and skirt that you are wearing or whatever," Vicky responded trying to be as vague and ambiguous as possible with emphasis on the word whatever. As Sue and Lyn asked questions, Martha and Tanya were guided behind the green curtain and given their runway instructions by Jill. Lyn asked if they were obligated in any way to do this or if they could leave. "If you look on the second last page, third paragraph, you will be paid a sum of $5,000 for this evening's hosting session," Vicky pulled on the line a bit more to bring in the big one. The smaller fish, Sue, had signed as Vicky and Lyn looked over the fine print. Sue was now behind the green curtain with Martha and Tanya. The hook was dangling in front of the big fish and Vicky went for the catch: She handed Lyn a Mont Blanc pen and asked her to sign. Without saying a word, Lyn signed. Vicky smiled and was happy to bag all four of the prey. Vicky took Lyn by the elbow and guided her behind the green curtain to hear the instructions from Jill. "Ladies, you made a great choice to help us host our professional wear and accessories at the Club. These men and women on the other side of the curtain are looking for great business attire and accessories. Some are suburbanites with kids like us and others are true professionals, focusing on their careers. They are interested in the outfits so please do not speak or converse with them unless they ask you a direct question," Jill continued her instructions. "Keep in mind that these people are from all over the region and country. They have paid in excess of $10,000 each to be at this exclusive event so please respect their privacy and wishes," Jill concluded her instructions. The music grew louder and the bass line deepened. Vicky's amplified voice could be heard making the introductions but the words could not be clearly heard through the green curtain. Jill parted the curtain slightly as Vicky began Martha's introduction. "Our first outfit is brought to you by Martha. Martha is wearing..." Vicky continued to explain the cut, color, style of Martha's outfit. The green curtain drowned out the rest of Vicky's description. Meanwhile, backstage, the other three were busy primping themselves in front of the mirrors, not hearing a word that was going on out front. Tanya mentioned that Martha was out for a long time. Jill explained that she had to walk among the ladies so they could see touch the suit and material. Occasionally some laughter would sneak through the green wall. Martha knew what to expect. She was given the option by Diane to perform at either the men's party or the jack and jill party. Martha had already experienced one of Diane's men's parties but not a jack and jill party. So, she opted for the latter. Martha had walked down the runway, turning her five foot seven, 140 pound frame in front of the women. Martha had the jacket off and dropped it in the lap of one of the women. She was handed a $100 bill. Another woman three $100 bills and Martha swayed over to her. This woman grabbed at the skirt and it fell away to the stage floor leaving her in white bra covering her breasts, white skimpy panties, white garters and stockings with her three inch heels. Martha shoved the $300 into her panties with the other $100. As Martha began to work her magic on the runway, Jill took Tanya aside. "Tanya, as part of this evening's hostess program, you are required to perform special services for our guests." "I know," Tanya acknowledged. "You mentioned that we need to walk through the audience and let them look over the suits and accessories. No problem." As Tanya said the words, 'No Problem', Jill clicked on the screen in front of them and brought up the blackmail pictures that Diane had taken during a particular steamy session between Tanya and her attorney. Jill provided a narrative discussing the scenes but did not know how the pictures were obtained hiding Diane's involvement with this event. Diane did not want to be 'outed' as being the driving force behind this blackmail and that Poonnanies is associated with them in any. Well, not just yet anyways. "You must have really enjoyed the fun in the parking lot," Jill began the photo tour of Tanya and the parking lot get together with her lover. "I especially like this one," Jill gushed. It was a picture of the beautiful woman sucking the dick of her friend, about seven or eight inches in length, all the way down. The entire cock-sucking series should Tanya's adept skills at deep throating a dick. The last four pictures showed the man shooting his load on her face and her licking it up, her tongue stretching and reaching for her protein snack. "Just how do you take a monster like that all the way down your throat?" Jill asked trying to coax a response from Tanya. Jill continued to hit the next button in the blackmail photo essay. The next set of pic's showed Tanya riding that her boyfriend on top of a secluded picnic table. Her boyfriend, was lying on top of the table. The river could be seen through the trees and shrubs. Tanya was working his cock inside of her and rubbing her clit. "Do you enjoy masturbating Tanya?" Jill asked. Tanya stared at the screen. "Tanya, you better pull yourself together because you are up next," Jill started to prep Tanya for her fifteen minutes of fame on the runway. "It would be a shame and a tragedy if these pictures, or whoever took these filthy things, a video, ever got out into the community or worse, your family." With another click of the mouse, Jill had the meeting room on the screen. Tanya looked at the screen amazed. Just a few minutes ago, Martha was with the other ladies fully-clothed and chatting about their experiences at the Club, playing golf, and the beautiful clothes the Club provided. Now she was having her bra unclipped and her breasts were swinging freely and being felt by a man and a woman. Martha danced for the other men and women. A man in a conservative dark blue business suit held up $200. Martha shimmied over and turned her back to the man. His female companion reached up Martha's back and unclipped her white bra. Martha held the bra up with her hands on her breasts, the straps falling down her arms. Martha turned toward the couple and squatted before them and slowly lowered her arms and hands between her legs, letting the bra fall into the man's hands. The woman reached up and slowly began to massage and rub Martha's breasts. The conservatively dressed man began to lick and suck on her boobs. This went on for three or four minutes with the other ten people clammering for Martha to do more. After the two had played with Martha, another couple's and singles began waiving more money. Martha moved to the other side and grabbed $200 that was being waived at her by a woman that appeared to be in her mid 40's. "Are you shaved honey," the fortyish woman asked Martha. "Give me the $200 and you'll find out," Martha replied. Martha stood with her back to the woman facing the couple that just had played with her boobs and invited the fortyish woman on stage with her. The woman climbed up the twelve inch riser. Martha swayed her hips back and forth to the music, her hands in her dark brown hair. The woman got behind Martha and placed her hands on Martha's breasts and slides them down to the panty and garter tops. She moved her hands to Martha's sides and began to push them down Martha's hips, slowly ever so slowly The other eleven people were screaming to pull them down, pants her, and strip Martha. In one push, the woman pushed them down, pulling the garter clips away. Martha's ass was beautiful and the woman caressed the round glute tissue. The couple on the other side stared at Martha's crotch. The woman began to turn Martha around, the panties and garter just above Martha's knees. As Martha turned, the woman noticed a complete brown bush. The woman dipped a finger into Martha but was instructed by Vicky to remove it since she only bought the panties and garter and not a fingering. Reluctantly, the woman removed her finger, licking and sucking it. Martha was now down to her stockings and shoes and $800 richer. A man and women near the green curtain held up a $1,000 bill. Martha nearly tripped over her feet to meet them passing by others with several hundred dollars in their hands. The man rolled the $1,000 bill into tight spiral and handed it to his female partner. Martha danced before them gyrating her hips, turning her body, shaking her breasts, and pushing her ass out in their direction. Martha went for the collection of her debt from the two. She moved toward them and squatted in front of them, her arms out, palms up and shaking her breasts, her legs spread open in the squatting position. Martha's pink labia minora were visible through the brown hair. Martha was excited and it showed. Her slit was glistening with her wetness. The woman took the rolled up $1,000 bill and slid it into Martha's pussy. The woman pushed the money deep into Martha using three fingers. Martha sat down on her haunches and began to play with herself for the couple and those next to them. Martha pulled out the $1,000 bill with her fingers, all of her fingers. The six people on that side of the runway hooted and applauded Martha for her work ethic and the fisting exhibition. Martha took the $1,000 bill and put it into her mouth, allowing it hang from the corner of her mouth like a cigarette. She dropped from her haunches and sat down on the runway, legs spread wide and hanging over the edge, allowing them complete access to her hairy charms. The man in the business suit moved his chair into position and began to eat her out, flicking his tongue on her clit, and finally burying his face in her unshaved pussy. His wife, began to lick and suck Martha's tits, biting the nipples causing Martha to flinch. After five minutes of sexual revelry, Vicky came back on line and announced, "How about a real big round of applause for Martha and the King's. They will be retiring behind screen number one. For those of you wanting to watch, please find a seat in front of the screen. Or, if you prefer to see who's up next, well here's her bio." For the next thirty minutes, Martha and the King's would be having some fun, a very intimate threesome The screen behind Victoria began to show the video of Tanya down by the river. A murmur went through the crowd and no one moved. They all wanted to see Tanya and have a chance to enjoy her. "Alright ladies and gentlemen, here's Tanya!" Vicky announced. Jill parted the heavy green curtain and, right before Tanya walked through, Jill gave her one final pep talk, "Remember, do a poor job and those pictures and video may not be safe and could be find their way into the hands of, well we don't have to go there do we Tanya? You will do a great job and make these people happy, Right?" Tanya nodded in agreement. Tanya came strutting out onto the runway, smiling. Vicky breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever Jill said had worked. Vicky began her description of Tanya and her outfit. For the next few minutes, Vicky blathered on about the outfit. The other ten patrons looked interested but were looking forward to Vicky to get the show going. Tanya had made two passes up and down the runway. She noticed that everyone had money in their hands. Would they buy the clothes right off of her? What would she wear home? Lyn is Invited to a Party "Folks, Tanya's dress is one piece and made for her body," Vicky concluded the outer clothing description. With the word 'body', a couple held up three $1,000 bills. Tanya looked at Vicky for what to do. Vicky nodded in the couple's direction and Tanya moved and danced in their direction. Tanya spun around a few times for the couple and began to pull the zipper down her left side. She worked the zipper until it reached her left hip. The man of the couple came up on the runway and finished the job for Tanya. The dress fell and puddle at her feet. The woman grabbed the dress nearly tripping Tanya in the process. Tanya was left standing in black thigh-high stockings and a red thong. She was not wearing a bra in the dress. Tanya took the $3,000 and slid them into the thong. She began to sway to the music and moved around the runway looking at the others holding up money for her. Tanya's athletic figure was intoxicating. Even Tanya was feeling a buzz from all of the attention. Vicky's voice came over the loudspeaker, "Ladies and gentlemen, as you can clearly see, Tanya is one of the most beautiful women in the world. Who wants to help her with those undies?" Every hand on each side of the runway was raised and waving. Tanya looked at each fist, each one with $1,000 bills. Tanya got into the tempo, the music, and the atmosphere. She moved seductively to a lady sitting at the end of the runway and began to move her hips in front of her. Tanya turned her back to the woman and pushed her hips and ass toward her. The woman, a middle-aged looking soccer mom, slid her fingers up the outside of Tanya's thighs and underneath the sides of the thong. Tanya moved her ass lower to help the soccer mom. The woman linked her fingers on the strings and pulled them down to Tanya's ankles. The soccer mom took the thong and sucked on the thin crotch material. Tanya looked amazed, stunned. "How about the thigh-highs?" The woman asked. Tanya sat down on the stage and rolled them down her legs. The woman caught a glimpse of Tanya's trimmed pussy. Tanya left the hair on her pubic mound thick and natural but trimmed back away from the bikini line. The hair around her pink slit had some hair but was trimmed down and not as bushy. Tanya accepted the money and spread her legs for the woman. The soccer mom moved her tongue to Tanya's slit and the two locked together: Tanya's crotch to the woman's mouth. "Thank you Tanya and Mrs. Johnson. Would you please move to the private area behind screen number two," Vicky instructed the copulating women. The two women moved together to the second screen arm in arm. As Tanya was dropping her dress, Sue was being prepped by Jill. Sue was wearing a beige business suit. The white blouse could barely contain her 38 D's and she was having trouble keeping the suit coat buttoned at the waist. Her matching skirt was riding a bit higher than anyone else's and a hint of the top of her stockings could be seen when she moved her arms upward. Sue was struggling in her tailored made outfit. Diane and her minions had a harder time getting Sue's exact measurements to have the suit fit properly. Sue stared blankly at the computer screen. Her career would be ruined if the accounting firm knew that one of their partners frequently traveled out of town with clients for wild sex and orgies. The normally conservative accountant could never get enough cock or pussy during one of her many trips. All of her partners could never understand why she enjoyed traveling so much. If these pictures ever got out, they would ruin her and end her career. Sue clicked the mouse button and another and another image appeared. Sue with a dick in her mouth. Sue with a dick in her mouth, ass, and pussy. Sue eating and being eaten by two other women. Susan drinking cum from a shot glass. Jill placed her hand on Sue's exposed right thigh. The thigh-high stocking was and inch short from the hem of the skirt. The next scene on the screen was a live shot of the soccer mom pulling Tanya's thong down. The rest of the activity followed live and on the other side of the green curtain. Jill led Sue to the curtain and waited for the cue from Vicky. Lyn continued to primp herself, not knowing the content of the private meetings between Jill and the others. "You enjoyed her intro and bio, and, now without further ado, here's Sue!" Vicky announced the next runway model. Sue knew better than to jeopardize her career. Sue easily made $250,000 and now would be adding to her annual salary. Lucky for Sue there would be no W-2 or taxes taken out of these wages. Sue moved down the runway and without prodding from anyone. Her smaller outfit seemed to be ripping apart as she strutted. The seams in the beige suit were straining as Sue raised her arms above her head to shimmy and shake. Finally, the seams could not contain the size twelve woman and the seams on the arms and sides split. The small group laughed and Sue threw the jacket away. She saw how the others were given money to strip, just like the girls in the strip joints she frequented out of town. Sues' skirt was riding up and the white blouse was pulled out of the top of the skirt. Sue grabbed the bottom of the blouse where the two sides came together and pulled them apart. Buttons flew in all directions. Sue was now dancing to the crowd in only her white bra that holstered her 38 D's, her skirt, a white thong, white thigh-highs, and heels. A man waved a handful of bills at Sue. "Save it sweetie, this is a freebie," Sue said to the smiling man. Sue danced over and squatted in front of the man, her skirt riding up her thighs exposing her white string thong between her pussy lips. Sue massaged her breasts while they were still in her bra. Sue spun around and faced away from the businessman and sat on her folded legs. The businessman reached up and released the catch on the bra. Sue's 38's sprung free. Sue turned and let the man bury his face in her cleavage. The gentleman enjoyed his snack and Sue moved across the runway to a woman. Sue assumed a doggy-style position, her ass to the woman. Sue noticed her earlier when she began her performance as she rubbed and pinched her breasts through her dress. Sue looked at the woman over her left shoulder and said, "This is for you honey!" Vicky was surprised and delighted that Sue was so eager. The music changed to Madonna's, Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. The woman reached up, and rather than pull down the white thong, slid a finger in Sue's pussy and another in her ass. Sue rocked back and forth on the woman's fingers. Vicky let the women perform for the others until Sue collapsed on the stage after a shaking orgasm. The woman removed her fingers and licked them, offering one to Sue as though it was a beater from a mixer and they just mixed up a batch of cookie dough. Sue and the woman disappeared behind the third screen for a half-hour of sucking and fucking. Lyn was next. Diane thought she would be reluctant but as Jill began her final talk through with Lyn, Lyn thought the invite was too good to be true. She saw the flyers that Diane possessed and the book titled My Friend Lyn. Jill was surprised that neither shocked Lyn. Jill went for the jugular. Diane instructed Jill to go for the kill and bag the bitch. Jill clicked the mouse again. A short mpeg began playing on the screen. The movie showed Lyn peeing into the glass urinal. The movie cut to the sixty-nine scene with Nurse Sue, and finally the last ten seconds showed Lyn screaming and holding onto the checkout counter of Poonannies while she was ass fucked by the security guard. Jill looked at Lyn and saw that the last shred of resistance was now broken. Lyn did not cry, move or say a word. Jill had seen the reaction so often. She had won and now would receive her annual bonus from Poonannies. "Alright Lyn, Vicky will introduce you after your bio has been played. You'll walk down the runway and show the outfit off. After one or two passes, if there interested buyers, you will give you money for the clothes as they purchase them. It is your job to get the bidding as high as possible. Understand?" Jill concluded. Lyn nodded her head in acknowledgement. Lyn's introduction was just finishing up on the screen behind Vicky. Jill held the green curtain open and Lyn walked out onto the runway. As the curtain closed, Diane came out from behind a cabinet. "She just looked like shit," Diane said laughing. Jill knew how mean and bitchy Diane could be and would never want to cross her. She too had much at stake with Diane. "Yep, if you could have taken a picture of Lyn, it would have been of a naked woman, being held upside down on a fishing pier as the prize catch," Jill concluded her analogy. Lyn breezed down the runway, her thoughts of how deep she was into this predicament. Diane continued to rule her and now would have her stripping for a mixed group of people. The pinstripe suit looked smart and fit perfectly on Lyn. A hand shot up from the audience and it held five $100 bills. Lyn stood in front of the four people, turned her back, and let the jacket fall from her shoulders into the waiting arms of a man in a black suit. Lyn snapped up the money and held it in her left hand. Lyn continued to dance and gyrate to the music. A Rolling Stones tune came on, The Girl with the Far Away Eyes. Lyn moved across the runway to a man sitting alone. Lyn swayed her hips back and forth, pulling her cream colored blouse out of the skirt. The man handed Lyn $200 and pulled on Lyn's blouse. The buttons scattered around the runway joining those from Sue's blouse. Lyn moved away and to the other end of the runway in her bra, skirt and heels. No one knew what was under her skirt. A woman offered Lyn $300 for her bra and another $400 for the right to take it off of Lyn. Lyn in front of the woman. The woman was very pretty with light blond hair and a killer body. Her blond hair was half way down her back and had been crimped to provide some body to it. She seemed very quiet in her blue dress and white heels. The woman wrapped her arms around Lyn and unclipped the bra. Lyn's breasts stood out and the woman just stared at them. The anonymous woman sat back and began to run her own fingers up her skirt to her pussy. Lyn stared at the beautiful, petite blond. Lyn was not sure what attracted her to the blond but something caught her eye and was causing her pussy to lubricate. Vicky's voice came booming over the loudspeakers, "Hey Now! Come on Lynie, dance for us!" Lyn broke out of her staring and moved away from the blond woman. Lyn got back into the rhythm and moved toward a group of three, two women and a man. They were waving a handful of bills also. The first group of people was also waving money telling Lyn they wanted to buy the skirt to complete the suit. Lyn swayed over to them. Lyn moved her hips back and forth looking at the folks that were reaching up. Every time Lyn turned, her eyes went back to the petite blond. Lyn helped one of the women up onto the makeshift stage and allowed her to unzip the skirt. Lyn stepped out of the skirt leaving her in her black thong and three inch heels. "Can I have the heels too?" the woman asked Lyn. Lyn stepped out of the shoes and handed them to her. Lyn's gaze kept returning to the blond. What intrigued her so about her? Lyn, in stocking feet, moved toward the blond in her thigh-highs and thong. The blond handed Lyn a $1,000 bill and asked Lyn to dance before she stripped her. Lyn stood in front of the blond and began to bend backwards. Lyn arched her back using her hands as supports. She spread her legs to allow the blond woman the opportunity to see the black thong material disappear into Lyn's pussy. The clit ring was not quite visible. Lyn lowered her ass to the stage, keeping her legs spread. She slowly began rolling down the thigh-highs much to the dismay of the others that wanted her. The woman behind Lyn piped, "I'll give you $2,000 to strip in front of me Lyn." Lyn turned slightly and said, "I'm taken." As Lyn was making her comment to the woman, Martha and her friends finished behind screen number one and took their seats again. Martha stood naked at the martini bar drinking a martini and the show on stage. Lyn tossed the thigh-highs to the blond. Lyn, remembering her moves in Vegas, turned and pointed her ass at the blond. Lyn slid her fingers into the sides of the thong and pushed them down until they reached the mid point of the back of her thighs. The blond stared at Lyn's ass, focusing upon her anus and the wet slit beneath it. Lyn looked between her legs and smiled at the blond. The blond woman smiled back. Lyn turned and sat on the edge of the platform in front of the blond closing her legs slightly. The blond moved her hands up Lyn inner thighs grabbing the material's thin crotch and pulled them down and off. Lyn stood up taking the blond's hand, moved to the recently vacated space behind screen number one. The screened off areas was actually a little room hastily constructed for privacy. Lyn looked around for camera's or where she thought they would be but didn't see any. Lyn also thought there is no way that these influential people would be agreed to videoed in a sex act. The blond walked up to her new playmate and wrapped her arms around her, their lips locking together, tongues exploring one another. The blond broke the embrace and introduced herself. "My name is Carly." The two locked lips again. The blond began to unbutton the buttons on the front of her dress to reveal a black bra, garters, and stockings. The dress fell to the floor. A bed was in the middle of the makeshift room. Carly took Lyn's thong and placed it over Lyn's head and led her over to the bed, Lyn's black thigh-high's in her hand. The blond pushed Lyn onto the bed and unclipped her bra, tossing it at Lyn. The bra hit Lyn in the face and landed in her lap. The garters and stockings came next. Lyn watched as the woman stripped for her. Carly stood nearly naked before Lyn wearing only her black panties. Carly moved closer to Lyn taking Lyn's hands and placing them on her breasts. Lyn responded by massaging her breasts, so hard and firm. Carly never let go of Lyn's hands. Carly led Lyn's hands across her upper body and finally moving them along her hips to the sides of her panties. Lyn hooked her fingers into Carly's panties and began to slowly pull them down. Carly leaned over to Lyn and began kissing her as the panties moved down her thighs. The two women were locked in a deep kiss with Carly on top of Lyn. Carly's left hand managed her panties off her legs and she tossed them onto the floor. Carly's long blond hair fell in both of their faces obstructing the view from one another. Carly moved up Lyn's body pulling herself along. Their eyes never left each other, staring and anticipating a good tongue fucking. Lyn had fingered another woman as part as a sorority initiation but never had tasted another woman. Lyn was looking forward to her first. Carly smiled at Lyn as she straddled Lyn's chest. Carly moved her right hand under Lyn's chin to keep her gaze. Lyn licked her lips waiting for the tangy taste of Carly's pussy. Carly moved off Lyn's chest and moved her ass to Lyn's face. Carly placed her knees onto Lyn's shoulders pinning her to the mattress. Lyn parted her lips and stuck her tongue out in anticipation. Suddenly Lyn felt something different against her lips. Lyn opened her eyes and saw a dick! She didn't know what to do until Carly whispered, "Suck it." Lyn was taken back. She tried to move but was effectively pinned to the bed. "Suck it Lyn, you now you want it," Carly coaxed Lyn along. Carly moved forward again keeping her knees on Lyn's shoulders. Lyn opened her mouth and accepted the penis into her mouth. Carly grew from four inches to seven after a few pumps into Lyn's mouth. Carly began to breathe heavier and pump into Lyn's face. On many of the thrusts, Lyn had to deep throat Carly's dick. Lyn was trapped beneath the blond shemale and had to conform to the situation: She was blowing a shemale. Carly's body shook and spasmed. Carly's tip of her dick was only in Lyn's mouth when s/he/ came. Carly's entire load shot into Lyn's mouth coating her tongue and teeth. Lyn wanted to spit the cum out but she could not move or turn her head. Carly did not take her cock out of Lyn's mouth. Carly would not get off of Lyn rather her hot got off in Lyn's mouth. "Are you alright Lyn?" Lyn could not answer with the dick and cum in her mouth. "Just swallow it already so we can have some more fun," Carly instructed Lyn. Lyn, resigned to the obvious that s/he would not get up swirled the semen in her mouth and swallowed the load. Carly got of Lyn and moved down to Lyn's pussy and slowly began to work his/her tongue over Lyn's slit and clit. Lyn opened her legs wide allowing Carly to pleasure her pussy. Carly was an experienced pussy eater and Lyn came with a shuddering orgasm. The two laid on the bed and Lyn asked Carly about her anatomy. "Why don't you just be a woman?" Lyn asked. "I really enjoy the surprise when I drop my panties and make them suck my cock. Usually I pick up guys and I watch with fascination as they are so unsure if to walk out or suck me," Carly answered back. "How about I give you a treat now?" Carly asked Lyn. "Get on all fours and shove that fantastic ass in the air!" Carly exclaimed. Lyn moved off of her back and assumed the position. Carly slid his meat in and out of Lyn, teasing her pussy. Every fourth or fifth thrust, Carly would slide his dick up her slit to her tight anus. Lyn was into the fuck session with Carly. She moved her hips in unison with his meeting his eat and letting him drive deeper into her. Carly slid out again and moved his well lubricated cock to Lyn's ass and moved it around her rosebud. Lyn didn't seem to notice. Sneaking up behind them, Diane tapped Carly on the shoulder and handed him a six inch vibrator that he put in his right hand. He plunged his cock again it Lyn's dripping pussy. Carly pumped Lyn and pulled out again but rather than pumping into her again, he shoved the vibrator into her steamy snatch. Carly lined his cock up with Lyn's ass and pushed the head. Once again, Lyn had the unexpected done to her. The vibrator in her pussy felt great but the dick that was penetrating her tight ass was painful and shocking. Lyn looked back was horrified to see a naked Diane moving to the front of the bed in front of Lyn. Carly plunged his dick deeper into Lyn's ass and grabbed her blond hair to control her. Carly pulled hard on Lyn's hair as though s/he had mounted a horse and was reining her in. Lyn's head was pulled back and Diane got in front of Lyn, face-to-face. "Hi Lyn, I just enjoyed the little face-fuck that Carly gave you. Now it's my turn to fuck your face since you've fucked me for the past year," the bad cop side of Diane surfaced. Carly pulled on the hair again forcing Lyn to move over to allow Diane in front of her. Carly pushed forward to completely bury his dick in Lyn's ass. As Carly released some of the grip on Lyn's hair, her eyes traveled down Diane's naked body noticing the saggy breasts and the slight paunch of her belly. As more tension was released, Lyn was horrified to see Diane wearing ten inch black plastic strap on. "Start sucking bitch!" Diane ordered Lyn. Carly released more pressure on the hair and continued to pump his hard cock into Lyn. In front of Lyn, Diane knelt stroking the plastic cock as though it were real. "Suck it all the way down Lyn!" Diane commanded. Lyn is Invited to a Party Diane positioned her fake in front of Lyn. As Lyn took the fake cock in her mouth, the door to the makeshift room opened and everyone from the other room and other screened off areas walked in and circled the bed. Lyn began to pump the cock into her mouth while Carly fucked her ass. "Deep throat it so everyone can see your cock sucking capabilities." Diane ordered. Lyn slid the cock down her throat. Just as she was about to reach the fake scrotum at the base. Carly slapped her ass and spasmed. Lyn could feel the hot load spurting in her ass. Diane grabbed Lyn's blond hair and pulled her into the strap on, all the way down. Lyn gagged and wretched and Diane pulled harder on Lyn's hair forcing to accept the cock. Lyn's arms flailed and Carly came and held them down. Lyn was on her knees bowing down to Diane's fake cock. Diane was enjoying herself. She was face fucking her nemesis. Lyn felt the bed move and someone was behind her. She felt a dick slide it into her. "Owwww" Lyn screamed through the cock in her mouth. The object in her pussy wasn't a dick but rather a large object. Lyn could not see do to her head being manipulated by Diane. Lyn was being fucked again from behind and from the front. After five more minutes of being forced to give head to Diane's fake cock and the reaming she was receiving from the large, hard object, Diane released her grip and let her flop onto the bed, gasping for breath. A very bitchy Diane held up a baseball and told Lyn, "You hit a home run with that pussy of yours!" Diane directed the degrading comment at Lyn. "Now lick it clean!" Diane delivered the next degrading act in front of the room full of people to Lyn. Lyn opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as Diane worked the bat around her mouth. Everyone started to move back to the common room and grab another round of martini's. Diane tossed the strap on in the direction of Lyn and said, "Get used to it." Martha, Tanya, and Sue walked up to Lyn. Looking down at Lyn lying on the bed, they almost felt sorry for her. They enjoyed their romps with their customers. They saw what Diane did to Lyn and thought how lucky they were it wasn't them with the shemale, strap on, and baseball bat. Martha stood in front of Lyn offering her hand up. Lyn noticed that Martha's bush was missing. "Oh yeah, the couple is into shaving. They're both clean shaven and wanted me that way too before we began our session in this room," Martha explained to everyone. "At least it's over," Sue sighed. She really enjoyed the stripping and sex. "Over?" Martha looked at her like she was green and form Mars. "Over? This was just a warm up. I've been to one of Diane's bachelor parties and they are far worse. The last party she made me do, I chucked up about a half gallon of cum. And you should have seen my bottom!" Lyn, Sue, and Tanya all stared at Martha. Vicky stood in the doorway and smiled and waved for the ladies to join them in the main room. To be continued...