1 comments/ 22447 views/ 1 favorites Stacey Goes to the Ball Ch. 01 By: sms41280 Let's begin with a little background on myself. Beginning with the looks department, I'm 5'3 105, blonde hair to my shoulders, hazel eyes, and all of my features are fitting my body size. I'm 24 years old, a working professional, having graduated college a few years back. I'm happily involved with someone but have always enjoyed exploring and writing erotica. This is my first publishing of a story. The clink of champagne glasses and low murmurs of conversation fill the expansive dining hall draped with fine velvet curtains and expansive rugs mere echoes of the fine dining and chatter among society's elite as he walks toward a small nook, cell phone in hand. It rings a few times before someone picks up, "Hello, Stacey?" "Oh hello...(a little groggy)...Jim...it's been a while...but you're always consistent with time...what's it midnight?" Passing through the sea of black suits, ties and evening gowns, he takes a seat in one of the lushly padded chairs. He takes a sip from the flute of champagne in his free hand, the light from one of the many chandeliers in the hall glistening off the glass. "Hi there, hope I'm not waking you. I'm in a bit of a pinch right now... "I've got some potential clients here tonight, it'd really help me out if I could get them. But they'd like some entertainment, if you know what I mean..." His legs crossing over one another as others pass him by -- large businessmen in suits, models in slinky dresses...the soft sound of violins can be heard in the background. "Oh in a pinch...eh..." (For some ass I bet...despite his crazy schedule and lack of commitment I've always come at his call...not really because of his wealth...I'm certainly up there in the percentiles myself...but just for his lifestyle...jealous of his partying...his high society...old money life...) "So, think you could help me out? You'd be paid well, of course...all you'd need to do was go up to the room, you know the one...second staircase to the right of the kitchen entrance...anything that happened behind closed doors would be between you and my potential clients." He grins a little, and sips his champagne again. "Jim...what do you think I am? A hooker?" (This request totally out of the blue...I mean...his buddy once joined us...and well...his ex girlfriend...then his wife at the time...a little steamed...) "Not at all, my dear." He chuckles lightly, setting his champagne down on a small end table. I hear a caterer's soft voice ask him if he'd like another glass of champagne, and he quietly dismisses him before he speak again, "I simply know you. They live very glamorous lives, these men, I'm sure they'd be very grateful to you." "Who the fuck do you think you are, Jim? A pimp or something? You know I should just hang up this phone..." (But I don't hang up...I sit there in my easy chair/lazy boy type thing that I have in my bedroom...I still live at home at 24...basically since my parents travel the world on business and how could I give up a 24 hour staff and all the luxuries...besides it gives me my entire salary to spend on other stuff...) He leans back in the chair, smiling for a moment before continuing, "You remember those times we had, Stacey. I certainly remember how wild you were." He stretches a little, "And as I said before, the 'benefits' of just having one of these men's favor would be extremely, extremely beneficial to you..." "Just out of pure curiousity...(he notes my sarcasm)...what kinda benefits are we talking about Jim? Someone's' bed to sleep in when I go to Aspen, if wifey isn't around?" "Some of them are well-positioned in real estate, my dear. You wouldn't merely have the bed, you'd have the entire manse when traveling." He calls out a quiet greeting to what sounds like a good friend of his, "This is big, big money, Stacey. And they're all looking for one thing..." "You're so great at making it seem like a fantasy...what are you really up to, Jim?" (at the end of my patience..you hear my fingers scratching on the phone near the call end button...) I hear him give a long sigh before answering, "They won't sign anything unless I show them what a good American girl is like, Stacey. And I know what you're capable of first hand." Another light chuckle, "Now, would you like to get paid? You're not obligated to do a thing, just go... and meet them. See if you like them. I'll leave the money in their room, all you have to do is go and pick it up..." "How much we talking, Jim" (he knows my finger is very close to making the phone go click...and I'm his only hope to close his deal) "Five hundred thousand waiting in the room..." He shakes his head, "And another five hundred thousand if I get the deal. Of course, you can ask whatever you'd like of them yourself..." "Give me an hour..." (The phone clicks...buzz...and I'm up and out of bed...in the shower...and out the door before I give time to think about what I'm doing...I drive over...and great his butler at the door. I'm wearing dangerously low rise dark jeans...one of those cloth belts...a thin ribbed cotton black halter like tank top...with a matching black cardigan...I head up to the room in question...his butler contacts him to let him know that I've arrived...) As I walk along the hallway, I hear footsteps behind me, and turn to come face to face with him...(5'11, slightly long black hair, brown eyes tanned skin, lithe and muscular, wearing one of the newer Armani suits) he smiles at me, "Thanks for coming, Stacey."... (I giggle like a school girl...) "Show me the money" (and walk down the hallway) The hallway dim, the rows of doors gilded and inlaid with intricate designs. "I'll just be introducing you to them...oh yes, the money...it's in a purse, in the armoire..." His hand around my waist as he opens one of the doors, revealing the lush interior of a lavishly designed bedroom, a huge four-poster bed in the middle of the room, draped with fine silks. A circle of 8 men are sitting around it in various chairs, chatting...a couple smoking, they become silent as the door opens, their eyes towards me. (I step into the room...my body shakes... a little nervous as I see the 8 imposing figures before me...noticing wedding bands on a few...smelling their sweat...sensing their nervousness but their alpha male scent doesn't yield...I check the armoire...the money is in order... I turn back to you to make the introductions) "So...who do we have here, Jim?" "Just some very appreciable men looking for a lovely evening with a real American girl." He grin slightly, stepping to the side as one of them steps up to me... Appearing in his mid 30's, blonde hair, thinning a bit, green eyes...a slight double chin and a bulge in the belly, but otherwise not too overweight, he looks you over briefly before introducing himself as Viktor. "Hello Viktor" (I shake his firm calloused hand, at once intimidated by his powerful presence...looking back over my shoulder at Jim constantly, being the only somewhat safe zone of the room...not knowing what to expect...not knowing what I've gotten into. not knowing who I am) He releases my hand with a nod, his eyes still on me. He speaks again, his voice heavy with a German accent, "We are looking for good time, Stacey. You will show us this, no?" He gestures back towards the men in the room, they're obviously younger than him, some if only by a few years. (Shrugging my shoulders as my face turns bright red...no chance to respond before I'm ushered to meet the next group of men) The next three sitting in a grouping to the right...Jim smile as he introduces each one of them, Yuri, Alex, and Karl...the younger ones of the group, stylish haircuts, clean-shaven, Alex appearing a bit more nervous than the rest of them, sweat upon his brow, while Yuri seems to play with his hands a lot...Karl seems rather quiet, but his eyes bore into mine for a moment as he shakes my hands. (More intimidated by these three, eurotrash types...older men tire out...these three might have unbelievable stamina...thoughts flash through my mind about all the scandals that you hear about with young diplomats...and their exploits with women...their violation of women...i shake their hands...my hand shaking...nervous...very nervous) The other four sitting upon a sofa and another chair...two of them early to mid 30's, around Viktor's age -- one man, Yosef, already beginning to go bald, while the other, Justin having a few grey hairs at the temple -- the rest seeming just a bit more mature than the others you just met, but still young -- Johnathon with a small goatee and moustache...but his palms are just a bit too moist for him to be truly comfortable with this as he loosens his grip...and Rikov, his long ponytail cascading over his shoulders, his hair slicked back...he seems the most comfortable with this outside of Viktor, taking my hand eagerly and shaking firmly as he never breaks eye contact. (I pull Jim aside...walking with him abruptly to the foyer of the large room...) "They're not gonna get out of control right? Do I have your word? You know I would go so public with this if you fuck up! I don't mind living in shame if it means I live in this house with you as my manslave and I mean manslave...got me?" He leads me over toward the bed as he whispers to me, "I promise you. They're each perfect gentlemen. Now, why don't you entice them a little..." His hand goes to my shoulder, rustling the fabric of the cardigan slightly. "I'll stick around for a little bit just to see if anything seems fishy, all right?" (I whisper back) "You'll stay unless I ask you to leave..." (I turn back towards the room and the party of men...walking with Jim...) "So Jim, how should we break the ice?" "Perhaps you ought to show a little more skin..." He chuckles a little, "You used to put on little shows for me way back when." (I speak so they can all hear) "Everything has it's price...It's up for you all to find it..." (I strut back towards them) A few of them grin, pairs of them whisper to each other...but quickly enough, Viktor stands up. He adjusts his tie in a very professional manner and says, "One hundred thousand from each of us, Stacey." (I snap back) "What are you bidding on Viktor?" "You, Stacey. We come to find good time." He walks towards me, his imposing figure looming over me slightly, "You will be our good time, and we will each pay you one hundred thousand for this time." (Sensing a little Frankenstein in him...sensing he's a little confused) "How about we start with $1000 each for this cardigan?" Stacey Goes to the Ball Ch. 02 James laughs a little, prompting Viktor to let loose a deep chuckle as well. James reasserts my words, "You heard her, gentleman. Who would love to see this lovely lady part with her cardigan, only a mere thousand dollars from each of you!" The rustle of money slapped down on the various tables positioned throughout the room as each of them pays up. And my cardigan finds its way off...as I toss it onto the floor carelessly. "Now now, perhaps her belt? Certainly, that's worth one thousand dollars as well!" Viktor returning to the circle of chairs, watching me as he counts out the money with the rest and slaps it down on the table. "Fair enough" My skin now covered in goosebumps as I pull loose my belt and toss it aside. "And what of this top? It certainly isn't warm outside, gentleman, you'd best make it worth her while..." Hearing some mumbles amongst them, until Rikov clearly states, "Twenty thousand" and places a large stack upon the table, which the others soon match. I look back at him winking...knowing I'd shared this fantasy with James some years ago...and he's making it seriously come true...I bite my lip as I untie the neck of my halter and then lift it up over my head...wearing a skimpy sheer black spandex strapless bra...more like a translucent tube top...my nipples visable on my small but firm rack. A few approving murmurs heard from the men in front of you in their native language. "She's just full of surprises, isn't she, gentleman? I'm sure you'd love to see some more...what do I hear for her bra?" "You know boys...clothing is not the only thing up for sale tonight..." I bite my lip again shocked by my own boldness. "Oh ho ho, did you hear that? Certainly, there's a few among you who'd love to be a bit closer to this fine young American girl...perhaps even touch her?" The men whisper amongst one another for a moment, then Rikov sets a stack of bills on the table he pulls from his briefcase. "Fourty." He nods. Looking back at James as I didn't understand their native jibber jabber...not knowing what his offer was for? James leans forward to whisper, "He wants to come up to you, touch you." My eyes never leaving them as Rikov starts to stand up... I nod...whispering to James, "Thats ok." A grin on the man's face as he approaches me, his thin fingers tenuously reaching out and tracing the edge of my jawbone and sliding down, down my neck over my collarbone... My goosebumps raise even higher through my skin...I let out a sweet whimper. I feel the other men's eyes upon you as they watch intently...his fingertips drifting down further, past your collarbone, along the curve of your breast, encased in the thin, gossamer-like material...lingering around my nipple as it traces tiny circles around it. My eyes close as I enjoy his masterful touch. Karl slapping down a stack next to Rikov's, as well as Johnathon...each standing up slowly. Rikov's fingers sliding down the valley of my breasts, lightly brushing across my flat little tummy only to drift back up again. "Mmm..." His two hands strong...manly...skilled and suddenly four more hands touching me...delicately...not forcefully... The two others reaching for me...Rikov's hands finding their way to my breasts once more as the others join in...Johnathon's gliding along my shoulderblade, down your back and along myspine, while Karl's run across the tendons in my neck softly, slowly. Manly...hardened...enormous hands...but delicate none-the-less...and warm...so warm. Their palms now pressing against me, running them flat across your skin...covering so much of you as they explore my body...Johnathon's grooving down towards my jeans, firmly cupping your ass before stroking your thighs, while Rikov leans in...touching his lips lightly to my nipples. Karl runs his hands through my shoulder-length hair, his fingertips, and soon his lips, dragging across the nape of your neck intermittently... Gasping as his warm wet lips touch the material of my bra...and then another set on my neck...a smile on my face from ear to ear...total ecstasy. The others soon slap down their own money, and approach me as well. Each reaching out as the others hands withdraw...some of them a little more nervous than the others, their strokes shivering just a bit as they traverse the length of my skin, but they can each sense your desire... Sixteen hands...encircling me...touching...pulling back...gently pinching...pulling back...caressing...every inch of my skin...and every inch of material on my body. Others kneeling down to plant soft but firm kisses upon my legs, covered by the jeans...each traveling up and down my hips...while others caress my breasts through the thin material as yet others lean forward to kiss and nibble at them gently. One of them, Alex, I think...takes hold of my hand, gently guiding it toward his pants to let me feel the hardness within. My fingers soon engrossed with rubbing against his warm, rock solid loins...while i continue to enjoy the massage of 16 hands. I hear James whisper, his hands briefly running through the ends of my hair, "Come...over here, to the bed..." Their touches soon trailing off my body, leaving only lingering kisses. Overwhelmed by the attention...my eyes open and I catch my breathe...turning to James as we walk, "So Jim, (catching my breath) what's the going rate for a blow job these days?" "I think you've got them quite well hooked, my dear...you could probably snag at least seventy five out of each by now..." He grin, lightly patting me on the ass as he leads me to the bed. I sit on the edge of the bed. The guys having overheard my recent bid request start a new pile of money by the bed...each making a large deposit...and then forming a line...being calm and respectful until i blurt, "So who's first?" Yosef at the front, a little taken aback by my words, but he steps up to me and I can see the bulge in his pants beneath the slight overhang of his stomach. Winking at James as I roll my eyes and say, "The first thing these guys need to learn is that obnoxious american brats like me...don't do zippers." I pause to admire my manicure and then look back at Yosef, "so what are ya hidding in there, sexy?" He unzips his pants, looking down at my breasts briefly and then pulls out his dick, rock hard already, only about five inches in length. I take his meat in my hand, slowly pulling him closer, a few steps forward to me, stroking his cock. Then sliding off the bed and onto my knees, kissing his throbbing head and then slipping my lips down his shaft. My nose soon up against his gut, my chin against his balls and then i slide back, slurping a little, drool coming off my chin and his sack. He lets out a low moan, and I see some of the other men behind in line taking out their own cocks, jerking them off as they watch you. Removing Josef's cock from my mouth, stroking it, twisting my hand over him and then back to sucking. In and out my tight lips around him my little tongue flicking inside. I look back at James standing in the background knowing the pleasure that I'm giving. I feel his body shudder every couple of minutes as I suck him off. Soon he begins to convulse a little, breathing harder. . He lets out a low groan, and with not much other warning, explodes in my mouth, thrusting his cock quickly a bit. My head tilts back accepting his offer. He slides his cock in and out of my mouth briefly. Then fully slides out, already softening.