0 comments/ 211914 views/ 16 favorites Slipping Out of Control By: rigidtotem I was twenty-four years old when all of this started. My husband and I had gotten married at twenty for me, and twenty-one for him. At the time we had just found out we were pregnant. I ended up losing the baby right after the wedding and we never tried again. Electing to really get our lives together before starting a family. I worked full time and my husband part time while going through school. He got his degree and a decent job, and then it was my turn. I started classes at the local university. My husband's new job covered both of our previous jobs, but I felt I needed to bring in something. I had been the main contributor for almost four years and really needed to still help. While traveling from class to class I saw an ad for a resident supervisor. It was partially pay and partially credit, so I headed over to the work-study office and inquired. The woman who headed up work-studies seemed a little reluctant to tell me about the position, and then she saw my wedding band and recanted a little. "I'm sorry I was so curt at first. The position is to supervise three nights a week, but it's a subsidized off campus house. All boys." She said matter of factly. We've been going without a supervisor on the three nights when the one that lives there is out. He goes home from Thursday to Monday, one of the parents complained of a 'lack-of-supervision' so by university policy we have to supply a paid watchdog. Not that I think anything would happen, but I'd be reluctant to put a young girl in a house with eight young men." The woman smiled. "Then I saw your ring, you look so young, but your application says you're almost twenty-five. Your probably the best candidate, in fact the only candidate who's inquired." I thought about what she had said. I'm kind of little at five foot two, and my face is a little young looking. I might as well add that I have dark blonde hair and a 36c chest for all you men out there who are reading this now. I wondered if it would be a good idea to be in a house alone with several young men. The work-study lady interrupted me. "You're required to be there from nine PM until six AM, I know it's a long night, but it's just to enforce the no drinking, or drugs rules. Basically your sit at a desk in the common room and do your homework, if the boys need anything they tell you and you either fix it or put a call in to the university. Because its been a tough job to fill the dean authorized me to pay you twelve dollars an hour, and with three nine hour nights that'll work out to almost two-hundred fifty dollars before taxes, not bad alone, plus you get three credits, and a thousand dollars applied against your financial aid or student account." She finished her sales pitch. "Are you still interested?" My husband worked Friday and Saturday usually, and had Sunday and Monday off. If I slept from six to noon or so we could still have an evening before work, and I'd get credit, money off my bill, and paid. I decided it couldn't hurt to try. "I'll give it a go." I said. She smiled at me and I filled out my paperwork. My first day was Thursday and it was Monday. I told my husband about the job and he seemed excited for me, knowing how I wanted to contribute. "Hey a couple hundred extra a week, we'll be sitting pretty." He said and wished me luck. "Should I call you a nanny now?" He laughed. I had left out the all male nature of the dorm house. Thursday rolled around and I got dressed for work. I dressed very conservatively. Khaki slacks and a plain full button collared blouse. I drove over to the house and parked in the driveway. When I rang the bell a young man of eighteen or nineteen answered and I introduced myself. He had been expecting me. It was only eight-thirty I wanted to be early for my first night to get situated. He showed me around. The dorm consisted of a common room with a large desk and a table with study lamps. Pizza boxes were piled high on the table, and there were empty soda cans and full ashtrays everywhere. The center door off the common room led to a kitchen with two small 3/4 baths off it. The kitchen was equally messy. One either side of the common room was a short hall with a double room on each side of it. "I'm Jamie." I said trying to sound friendly and official it came out stupid. "I'm Jeff I'm the only one home right now." Jeff the young man said. "Sorry about the mess, we're pretty much slobs." He looked me over a little bit, I took it in stride. "Mike is our head guy the other four days, so he won't really be here when you are. One guy went home for the semester, and two of the other guys pretty much live at their girlfriend's dorms on campus. So that leaves Brett, Kyle and Andrew. They usually get in between midnight and one, they all work weekends. Except Kyle he's almost always out though. I gotta' go study, but I'll probably see you later. Make yourself at home, if you get hungry there are a bunch of menus in your desk." Jeff stalked off down the hall on the left and into his room. I set my book bag down on the desk chair and against my better judgment started cleaning. I was startled by the door as I packed the last clean soda can into a large green trash bag. The kitchen was a far cry from spotless, but I had emptied al the ashtrays, put all the trash out in the dumpster, cleaned out the fridge of everything growing or bad, and gotten all the empties bagged up, if one of them wouldn't return them maybe I would, there had to be twenty plus dollars worth. "Hey." Another twentyish boy said shrugging off his baseball cap onto a hook in the doorway. "I'm Brett." I glanced at the clock, it was only eleven thirty. "It was slow, I got out early. I'm starving, I'm gonna order a sub you want anything?" My stomach was growling. "Yeah." I answered. "I'll have a steak and cheese with green peppers." "Small or Large?" Brett asked. "Large, and get me a sprite." I added. "You didn't have to clean you know." Brett said as he picked up the phone and dialed. "I slept in to be ready for a long night so I had to do something, besides SOMEONE had to." I said. Brett looked down acknowledging that I was right. He ordered a large pizza loaded and my sub and a couple of two liters, one sprite one coke and hung up. He then tossed a twenty on my desk and headed for the bathroom. "We always give the guy at least three." Brett said as the bathroom door shut. I heard the shower come on and sat at the desk for the first time since I had been there. I got out some required reading and began to nose through it. A few minutes later the bathroom opened and Brett strolled out. I glanced up from my book and quickly looked away. He was wearing a skimpy threadbare towel wrapped tightly around his waist. His chest was still wet and really well toned. A tiny tuft of black curly hair stuck up from the towel edge, and the towel itself bulged from his crotch. "Oh sorry." Brett said, we're all guys here so we don't usually pay much attention. "Don't worry about it though I'm not bashful, but I'll try not to do it again. He headed to his room and I couldn't resist a quick glance up at his young really toned behind. If it's there you might as well sneak a peek I thought. A moment later the doorbell rang and I answered it. The food came to just over twenty dollars and I through a five in for my sub and had the guy keep the change. He looked surprised to see me answer the door. I figured these guys HAD to be regulars. Brett came out of his room a moment later just as I unwrapped my sub. He grabbed a slice of pizza and slid a chair from the table over to my desk. He was wearing boxer shorts and a light sweatshirt, and I could smell the shower coming off of him. He asked me what I was studying he asked about my husband. We talked and compared class loads. The conversation was really civil and friendly. He asked how long I'd been married how being married was. He was nineteen. I asked if he had a girlfriend. He laughed and said no. I asked what was so funny. He apologized and said it was the running joke, I goaded him into explaining and regretted it when I had. "Mike calls us the blister crew. Me Andrew and Jeff. We don't really date much, too busy I guess, but he gives us crap about taking long showers and stuff, all joking!" Brett said and was actually blushing a little. We continued talking and Andrew came home. "Wow!" He exclaimed upon coming in. "He was looking at me." "What?" I asked indignantly. "This place is clean." He said after pausing. He grabbed a slice of Brett's pizza and headed straight for the shower. Brett continued to talk to me. We got to talking about exes and actually touched on a risqué subject or two. Andrew came out of the bathroom also wearing a too small towel. He came right over and grabbed another slice of pizza. He jumped into the conversation without inhibition and before long Jeff had emerged from his room and ordered more food. We talked for HOURS, these guys were night owls. Kyle never did come home. Andrew eventually got dressed. I have to admit being a little disappointed, they were all pretty well built. We had just started playing cards at five AM, all four of us. We were playing for various potato chips. As six rolled around the three boys were getting bolder in their little comments and the evening had definitely taken a sexually tense theme. I began to wonder if one woman could watch over and chat with a bunch of guys without there being awkward sexuality. Finally Andrew made a pitch to me. "It's almost six and you've gotta' go." He said, "One more hand, if you win we'll by dinner all weekend, if we win you wear something sexy tonight." Andrew said. We were all a little tired and laughed at the comment. "We'll see." I said. "C'mon you've gotta' say yes or no before we deal." Andrew said. "I’m not gonna' wear anything sexy!" I laughed. "This is my job, and I'm married." "Besides, she doesn't NEED to wear anything sexy." Brett chimed in. I blushed at the compliment. "C'mon it's not like your cheating on your husband just a skirt or something." Andrew pressed. Knowing most of my attire was a lot more contemporary than my present outfit I agreed. How would he know what I meant by sexy. "Alright!" Andrew said and dealt, I lost and smiled it was six o'clock. "See you at nine." I said smiling. My husband was at work when I woke up and I wandered the house. I thought about the night before and how much those boys had looked at me. I thought of them in their towels and the line was first stepped over. I got out my vibrator and masturbated to the image of Brett in his tiny wet towel. For the rest of the day the thoughts circulated in my head. I had dinner with my husband and then got dressed for work. I wore a comfy pair of stretch work our pants that hug EVERY curve, and a snug summery tank top. Then I threw a sweatshirt on that covered my tight clad bum and my tight clad bosom. Only Jeff was home and he greeted me with great anticipation. He noticed the pants, and said 'nice legs!' I couldn't concentrate on my homework and finally at midnight Andrew and Brett came home. When they got there Jeff quickly stumbled out of his room. "The pants?" Andrew said he sounded disappointed. "The sweatshirt covers all the good stuff." "This isn't sexy enough for you?" I asked coyly. They laughed, but were clearly bummed. They each headed for separate showers. Once the water was running I worked up my courage and shrugged off the sweatshirt. I looked down at my chest, you could see my black bra through the tan material of the stretchy tank top, and even through the bra my nipples were at attention from THE attention. I knew that I shouldn't be doing this, but it seemed harmless enough. When they came out again those damn little towels and I asked them what they wanted for supper, menu and phone in hand, It was barely an instant when the bulges in the towels began to shift and stir. "You." Andrew said smiling. "Stick to the menu." I commanded sternly and laughed. We ordered two pizzas, and more soda. They hurried to their rooms and came out VERY quickly. They were both wearing shorts and just being in the room with me seemed to make them hard. Brett blushed and apologized when I caught him adjusting himself. The food came and Jeff came out. We sat around my desk gabbing some more. When I got up to use the bathroom I felt all three sets of eyes on my ass. I had to wear a thong with these pants or the panty-line was atrocious. We ended up playing cards again. I turned down strip poker a dozen times. Again four AM rolled around. I was beginning to get tired. As I got tired they invited me to Brett’s room where there was a TV and a couch. Brett's roommate had left for the semester and his normally double room was now a single. We went to watch a movie. I sat in the middle of the couch Brett on one side of me, Andrew on the other. Jeff curled at all our feet. Brett threw in a movie he had rented, some sappy action movie. I soon found myself dozing. When I woke up it was late in the morning. Brett was asleep in his bed. I groggily got up and headed out to my desk. On it was pictures of me sleeping. They had been printed off a computer. "You are so hot!" -Andrew was written on one on them. It was a close-up of the crotch of my pants a camel toe VERY prominent. Andrew came out of his room as I gathered up my bag. "Hey sleepy head." He said. "I hope you don't mind." I was a little upset. "Why did you take pictures of me?" I demanded angrily. "It's not every day a hot girl falls asleep on your couch, I wanted to 'capture' the moment." Andrew said. "Well get rid of the pictures, I could get in trouble." I said. "I know, that's why I was going to ask you to dress sexy again tonight." Andrew said. "What are you saying?!" I demanded. "Nothing, if your gonna' get in trouble you might as well get in trouble. Besides it's just for fun anyway. I bet we can get a better picture tonight." Andrew said. "Don't count on it." I said. "Well at least we'll always have these. Besides I saw you checking us out last night, you knew you were getting us hot and bothered, the least you can do is keep it up, maybe give us some good material for the shower. This is a good job right? Might as well stick with it and have some fun too?" Andrew said. "So we'll see you tonight? It's a Sunday you can't quit anyway. I dare you to wear something not just tight, but skimpy. You'd look so hot, and I won't send ANYONE these pictures." I went home my husband was at work, it was after all only Saturday. Don't ask me why, but when it came time to dress instead of typing a letter of resignation I began looking for something revealing. That however will be a tale for the next chapter. Slipping Out of Control Ch. 02 My husband would ask what was up if I wore something noticeable out of the house. So my little deception had to start early. I wore a lacy black bra and G-string set, something usually reserved for my husband, under a tiny pair of boxer shorts, I then pulled sweatpants over the boxers, and a loose camisole solid color over the bra with a sweatshirt over it. The only thing that I was sure of was that I was going to get those pictures and be free and clear of this mess! Or so I had convinced myself. I got in my car and drove to the house. Jeff was home, as he always appeared to be and seemed indifferent to my appearance. I walked in nervous and he looked me over for an instant and headed for the kitchen. It was Saturday night, I had no idea when anyone would be home. I was surprised when Brett and Andrew got home together at ten o’clock. “That’s not very sexy.” Andrew said disappointedly. “I wonder what’s under the sweatshirt tonight.” He was gloating and loving it. I felt furious. “We need to talk about this.” I said a little angrily. Andrew ignored me and headed for the shower. I was livid. Brett shrugged and sat at the desk and began thumbing through fast food menus. A few minutes went by and Andrew came out of the shower. He was drying himself with the towel and wasn’t covered. I turned my head hurriedly. “Oh c’mon last night you were stealing peeks, well this is what you were trying to see. His erection bobbed lazily in the air. I tried not to look. “What did you want to talk about?” Andrew asked coming over to sit ON my desk, his cock sticking up obscenely. “Look!” I said angrily, making eye contact and holding it. “This is my job, now the other night I did tease you guys a little bit, but it was harmless and in good fun. I cannot and will not let this continue!” Those pictures were taken without my consent while I was sleeping! I want them back and you’re going to give them to me damnit!” I cussed. “Look Jamie.” Andrew said. “We don’t really want a babysitter, Mike’s cool because he lives here, but we could care less if you can do your job or not.” He reached down and touched his penis my eyes lapsed for a second and I cursed myself. “So if you want this job, and don’t want the pictures or the publicity then we can talk. Otherwise you can take the pictures with you and quit your job, with no guarantee that I deleted the files without saving first, all you have to do for that is get naked and head for your car, we’ll bring everything except your panties out to you in a minute. Those will be our ‘little prize’. So what do you say?” Andrew said. I thought about my options. The pictures weren’t that bad, I was only sleeping and they hadn’t touched me or undressed me, I would only have to explain my attire. I thought of my husband asking what I was doing sleeping on a couch with a bunch of guys in those tight pants and shirt. I wasn’t liking that option, there was a lot of explaining on that road, a lot of ‘bad press’ so to speak, and I had a lot of school left. I though of seeing what Andrew had to say, knowing it wouldn’t be good, but knowing also that they would become used to the idea of me being around showing off, and that would give me some clout, because it would give me something to take away. “Let’s talk.” I said quietly. They were all pleased with my response. “First thing’s first.” Andrew said. “Take off the sweat suit.” He was serious and I had been prepared to do it, but it still took a lot of will to stand and pull my sweatshirt off. The camisole almost came off with the sweatshirt and for a moment I know they could clearly see my nipples through the bra. They were cooing with anticipation as I hooked my thumbs into my waistband. As my sweatpants came down the cheek exposing boxers came into view. They loved it and my stomach turned. I felt very dirty. At last I stood before them. “Is this revealing enough?” I asked. “For now.” Andrew said. They ordered pizza and left me standing waiting for the negotiation to begin. Finally they began talking amongst themselves in front of me over what to do with me. Some of the suggestions! They agreed on a uniform, consisting of no more than three total articles of clothing, panties, Bra, and one other item. They told me to pick either the camisole or the boxers to lose. I chose the cami, and was now showing them all my breasts as nothing but black lace covered them. They also decided that each week I would have a special job, like cleaning the bathroom or the fridge, and that until the job was done, I would only be allowed bra and panties. I listened and despite my shame and anger, my pussy was getting very wet. The doorbell rang and Andrew stuffed two twenties in my hand and walked away naked. When I opened the door the pizza guy smiled from ear to ear and looked me over from top to bottom. I blushed and tried my best to cover myself. He took his time handing me everything leaving me standing in the open doorway half naked. I gave him the money and told him to keep the change just happy to be able to shut the door. When I came back in we ate, they had gotten pizza for me, but insisted that I sit on the desk to eat it so they could see me. After supper they dealt out cards and sat around my desk talking and playing. Gradually I began to grow a little more comfortable with the situation. By the end of the night I was alright and they were acting pretty normal despite my attire. When six o’clock rolled around I was a little sleepy, but otherwise alright. I headed home with a good-bye of ‘see you next week’. Little did I know what next week was to bring! THURSDAY! I had opted to take the offer and now found myself dressing with the offer in mind. I wore a solid color Bra and Matching full back panty, and then threw on a long t-shirt and jeans. When I got there Jeff was the only one home. He watched as I took off my jeans and shoes, the t-shirt even covered my panties. He handed me a note from Andrew. -Weekend project-wash the windows. The note read. I was almost in tears as I pulled of the T-shirt, grabbed the fresh windex and paper towels and began in Jeff’s room. Car’s raced by the busy street outside as I cleaned the windows in my bra and panties. The windows themselves were filthy. I was in the last room, when Andrew got home. I didn’t find out he was there until the camera flash went off. ‘Oh no more pictures!’ And these WERE revealing. My humiliation deepened, as I turned he continued clicking, I was heading for my t-shirt. “Where re you going?” Andrew asked. “I’m done.” I said. “You didn’t clean the outside.” Andrew smiled. “No!” I said sternly. “Suit yourself.” Andrew said and stalked off to Brett’s room with my T-shirt. I chased him trying to plead my case. There was no way I was going outside in bra and panties. “Then you spend the weekend in a smaller uniform!” Andrew giggled. “Better luck next weekend.” With that he tossed my shirt onto the couch locked the door and went to shower. When he got out Brett had just gotten home, I found out tonight was to be movie night again. They got food and had me sit on the couch between Brett and Andrew. Jeff then sat in front of me so I was stuck with one leg on either side of him. I could smell my arousal as the movie started. I hoped they couldn’t smell it. About twenty minutes into the movie I began to get really groggy, and before I knew it I woke up to the sun streaming in. I fumbled to get up. I was still on the couch. As I sat up I felt very disoriented, my panties were gone! I leapt to my feet, totally naked! None of my clothing was anywhere in the room. I headed for the door and out into the hall. My clothes were neatly folded on my desk. It was two in the afternoon! I began to get dressed and as I lifted my clothing pictures fell out of the folded clothing. They posed me all over the couch. Spread eagle, they dangled their penises in front of my face, they rubbed my nipples! I was overcome and sank to my knees crying. When I looked up Andrew was there naked. My eye level right at his cock, it was swollen and erect, a droplet of precome at the tip. “Get away from me!” I spat. “Tell me you weren’t turned on seeing us get out of the shower.” Andrew said. “Leave me alone!” I said. Andrew picked up my clothes and walked to his room. I lay naked on the floor for a long time and finally went to his room. “I’m not going to fuck you, just give me my clothes.” I said coldly to the naked boy on his bed. “Will you still come back tonight?” He asked. “Do I have a choice?” I said hoarsely. He shrugged and shook his head. “See you tonight.” He said. -Stay tuned. Slipping Out of Control Ch. 03 I readied for work Friday night. My heart was a lump in my throat. They were giving me something to make me pass out. I knew it and it sickened me. I again wore plain panties, and jeans and a T-shirt. My husband hadn't even known how late I got home. I told him I had stopped at the bank and run some errands. I got there and as soon as I walked in I knew that something was different. They were all home. Andrew, Jeff, and Brett watched me undress to my bra and panties. Once before them in my state of undress I asked them what was going on for the night. "Just what we like to hear." Andrew said. "We've already seen everything you have so you might as well get naked." "That wasn't the deal, that was a liberty you took while I was passed out." I said sternly. "Whatever." Andrew said, "Just get naked." They all stood and waited. Finally I took off my clothes. Brett took them and locked them in his room. "What now?" I asked, I stood totally naked, my resolve had crumbled. For the first time I had stripped myself down in front of them. They ogled and admired my nakedness, and I admit it wasn't all bad. I could see the effect I was having on them, and I felt very desirable. "Now you sit at your desk and do your job." Andrew said. "By the way, we're having some friends over tonight." He said the last bit loud and my stomach groaned as four more guys came from Andrew's room. They were leering at me. I quickly covered myself. "Guys this is Jamie, she's our resident baby-sitter." Brett said. They all said Hi, and then they sat around the table a few feet from my desk and began to play cards. I was humiliated. I sat behind my desk with my hands over my breasts while they played and smiled at me. Finally at midnight two of them began laughing and approached my desk. I was mortified when they each grabbed an end and carried it away. "Now we can see you better!" Jeff said. Andrew took a picture. With my desk now against the wall I sat naked in my desk chair, shaking a little. The doorbell rang and Andrew passed me a handful of money. "Grab the pizza?" He asked. I shook my head starting to swell with tears. "Suit yourself." He said. "C'mon in!" He shouted, the door opened and the pizza guy came in. "The naked chick has the money." Andrew said. I reached a trembling hand up and gave him the money. "Keep the change." I sobbed. I was so ashamed. The guy set the food on the table and they invited me over to eat with them. I couldn't eat anything. So instead I sat nude, praying the night would end. Around one they gathered around me. "We wanna' watch you shower." One of them said. I shook my head. Moments later Andrew led me by the arm into the bathroom and started the water in the shower. I somehow found myself standing under the warm water. The boys gathered around the shower and Andrew, who was taking pictures. When they were satisfied with my show they gave me a hand towel to dry off with. When I was a little dry they brought me into Brett's room, and Andrew carried my clothes out. I sat on the couch and they sat all around me and started to watch porn. I felt like meat waiting to be packaged. It wasn't long before they started to touch me. So many hands. I thought I was going to be gang fucked, but I wasn't. Instead they probed every inch of me, with greedy hands. They squeezed and kissed my breasts, I felt paws on my crotch, then fingers inside me. A hand began to squirm under my behind then a finger wiggled its was into my ass. It took a long time, but eventually Brett brought me to an orgasm. I was embarrassed for having come, but they had been rubbing me for an hour. They all laughed and the new guys left soon after. I was now alone in Brett's room where I soon fell asleep. Again it was early afternoon and I found myself naked on Brett's couch. This time my clothes were nowhere to be found. I wandered the apartment naked and happy just to be alone. My thoughts of the previous night troubled me. As upset as I was in my mind, I was almost anxious to come back and see what would be next. That thought troubled me, and I explored it, I found with a morbid realization, that I was enjoying this. I certainly couldn't let them find that out, my life, my marriage would be ruined. After making sure no one was home I crept back into Brett's room and sat on the couch and masturbated. Lurid thoughts of being handled by so many boys were in my head. I finally put on a pair of Brett's sweatpants and a sweatshirt and drove home to get changed before my husband got home. I no longer dreaded going in, but knew I should. Why didn't I stop this sooner? I thought to myself. As I slept for a few hours I dozed in and out of erotic dreams, and when it was time to get dressed for work. I found that I could not resist the temptations of some of my sexier clothing. My mind wanted my body to test its bounds, to test my resolve. When I was finally dressed I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was still damp from my shower. I looked at the jeans I had chosen, they had cuts all the way up the outside of the legs. They hadn't been in style in a while, but I had always felt hot in them. My top was a white bunchy tube top. I looked like quite the little mid-nineties hoochie babe. Beneath the jeans were my tiniest black G-string panties. Beneath the halter my bare breasts. I swallowed hard. Part of me wanted to curl up in a little ball and cry. Part of me wanted to be there already. I tossed a sweatshirt on in case my husband glanced up from the television on my way out. "G'night dear!" I called as I headed out the door. "Night!" My husband called back. "I'll see you tomorrow." I shrugged the sweatshirt off in the car, wondering what was in store for me. My pussy swelling and almost gushing with anticipation. By the time I got there I could feel the moisture spreading to my panties. Maybe the blackmail had been a cop out from the beginning. I could have called him on it. It would've been a little messy if it came out, but certainly nothing that wouldn't have blown over. Especially since if I had gone to the hospital for a toxicology report, something naughty on their parts would've turned up. They could have been facing serious jail time. No from here on in things had definitely gone too far, but I was keeping my job, and they were keeping their rules. We were just going to have to do it on equal terms. I approached the front door with a strong sense of purpose. I rang the bell, and smiled ready and willing to find out what they would be doing to me tonight. -stay tuned for the finale' Sorry this took so long, It was rejected for being too short, and I had to lengthen it, and I'm glad I did. Slipping Out of Control Finale I approached the front door with a strong sense of purpose. I rang the bell, and smiled ready and willing to find out what they would be doing to me tonight. "C'mon in!" It was Kyle's voice. I opened the door and saw Kyle and Andrew sitting on my desk, which still faced the wall. They both looked at how I was dressed. "You're definitely overdressed, but I like it." Andrew said and raised his camera. "What's with the change?" He asked. "You can tell us while you undress." "Well, I'm making some changes to our little deal." I said, as I shrugged my jeans down revealing the tiny panties. I looked up at Andrew's face and he looked confused, which is what I wanted. I was hoping either he or Brett were home, as they were clearly the ringleaders. "Like what?" Andrew said. "Well, there are a few minor alterations. The first is that you boys are going to stop trying to leverage me, you know if I went for a toxicology report from the hospital you'd be in deep shit. I'm not planning on it, but I know you've been making me pass out, and that's gonna' stop too." I paused and Andrew looked a little squirmy, I smiled and went on. "You can keep your little rules, I 'm getting to like being naked here, but no more company without my ok ahead of time. So what I'm saying is, I'm keeping my job, and your keeping your naked baby-sitter. The change is that it's an equal partnership." "An equal partnership?" Andrew asked. "Well." I said. "Kind of equal, I'll still do what you say, but you're going to stop threatening me, and if I say no, I mean it." I looked at the two of them and slid my top down over my hips and thighs, feeling my breasts come into full view. All I had on was the teeny, tiny, black thong panties. "So what's the plan for the night?" I asked shrugging my shoulders to the two awestruck boys. "Well." Andrew said after a long pause where his eyes probed every inch of my body. "Brett and Jeff should be home in about an hour." Andrew said. "Brett said he has nasty plans for you." "Do you know what they are?" I asked. I was fighting the urge to squirm as I was now REALLY wet and HORNY. "He didn't tell me much, just to get you naked and head into his room to watch TV." Andrew said. "Were you going to drug me?" I asked sternly. Andrew cast his eyes down. Kyle nodded solemnly. "What are you giving me by the way that puts me out like that!?" I demanded angrily, but I was still really horny. "It's this." Andrew said holding up a small packet. (Author's note-I don't know a goddamn thing about drugs like this, and actually look upon those that would use them with disdain, but for the purpose of this story used them to create a specific situation with a specific 'willing victim' in mind. So this part is vague-sorry) "What's that?" I said. Andrew shrugged, "not sure, it's Brett's, all I know is it completely puts you out. I guess it doesn't work on everyone. Brett said he almost used it once, but chickened out, the only reason he did that first time with you, is because you already y'know showed off a little." "So that made it ok?" I demanded. Andrew fiercely shook his head. "That's why I only took a picture of your crotch, we didn't even touch you or anything, but we all got so horny thinking about it that we did end up doing it again, then after last night, when we touched you while you were awake, Brett said we'd use the last of it tonight." Kyle said. "Were you guys gonna' fuck me?" I asked. Andrew again shrugged. "Well?" "I want to, but I'm not sure about it, I think this has gone too far, but I still want more." Andrew said. "So you little turds do have a conscience." I said. "Well what should we do now?" I asked. Again Andrew shrugged! I thought long and hard about it. "How long before Brett gets home with Jeff?" I asked. "About a half hour now." Andrew said. "Alright let's go get settled in Brett's room, you spike my drink, but I'm not drinking it yet." I said and headed towards Brett's room and the couch. I sat in the middle and patted either side, soon I had Kyle on one side and Andrew on the other. We put the TV on and I put my hand in Kyle's lap and began to stroke his cock through his jeans. Tentatively Andrew moved his hand to my crotch and when he met no resistance he pulled my legs lightly apart and began to finger me. I in turn unbuttoned Kyle and lowered his fly, I fished my hand into his jeans and a moment later had my hand actually wrapped around his dick. It was hot and thick and felt so hard. I wrestled it free from his pants, and turned my hips towards Andrew and my mouth towards Kyle's lap. At first I was reluctant to actually put my mouth on it, so I lightly kissed the head. This seemed to ease my worries and I kissed my way down the underside of the shaft to his balls. Then I brought my tongue back up the underside and took it into my mouth. When Brett came home with Jeff in tow, I had just 'finished' Kyle, and Andrew was eating me out. He looked so confused and shocked and lost. "Oh that's right." I said. "I'm supposed to drink this." I held up my spiked soda. "Well Brett, there are some new rules. No more threats. I'm keeping this job, and IF I fuck you boys, it's because I want to. So from here on in, this job is a partnership. So if this is the last of your little knock-out drug, I'll drink it, and you can have your way with me, and in the morning or whenever I wake up, I'm gonna' head home and I'll see you back here for work, naked and ready, with or without the drugs." I swung my leg over Andrew's face and walked over to Brett. I then held the soda out to him and poured it all over his shirt. "Uh oh, you've gotten your shirt all wet." I said. "I think you'd better take it off." I then grabbed the hem and pulled Brett's shirt over his head. It took only moments for me to be pushed back to the couch and eight strong young hands were all over me, and the mouths, and then the cock. At four the following afternoon I found myself in the shower at the apartment, scrubbing myself down in preparation for my drive home with a weak kneed smile of COMPLETE satisfaction, and a sore pussy.