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Candace's Unexpected Journey

By: erossmantic



This story tells Candace's surprise journey toward personal and sexual freedom. The farther the story goes, the hotter it gets. The first few chapters lay the foundation; the later chapters rock her world and more. Enjoy!

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Chapter One - Monday

"Ms. Teso, your 4:00 appointment is here." 

"I don't have a 4:00 appointment," Candace snapped back at her assistant Abigail through the speaker on her desk phone. It was not uncommon for Candace to be short with her assistant. She meant it more to be efficient than rude. In her mind, the demands of her role as a senior vice president of the multi-national marketing company required efficiency whenever possible.

"I didn't think so either," the soft voice answered sheepishly. "She just walked in. I was surprised to find her on your calendar. I thought you must have added her."

"Who is she? Why is she here?" Candace asked sharply, annoyed by the unexpected interruption. Candace worked hard to minimize surprises in her well-ordered high-performance life. 

"Angela LaGuardia," Abigail answered. "There is nothing in the calendar notation about why she is here to see you."

"That makes no sense. I have two proposals to finish and preparations for the executive meeting in the morning," Candace quipped. "How did she get added to my calendar?"

"I'm sorry Ms. Teso. I don't know. I thought..."

"Ask her why she is here and who she is with," Candace interrupted. "Reschedule her." Candace clicked the phone intercom off.

Ten minutes passed. Candace had already begun to focus on the first proposal and almost forgot about the threat of the surprise appointment. "Excuse me, Ms. Teso. I am sorry to interrupt you again," Abigail's voice floated through the speaker. 

"Damn it Abigail. I can't be bothered," Candace shot back impatiently.

"I'm sorry Ms. Teso. Your 4:00, Ms. LaGuardia, insists on keeping her appointment. She says it's urgent. She is very pleasant, but insistent. She says it cannot wait." 

Candace grew frustrated the unexpected intrusion. "Damn it Abigail. Send her in," she quipped. "Tell her she's got ten minutes."

"Yes, Ms. Teso. Ten minutes."

The large mahogany doors to Candace's office opened with Abigail leading the unexpected stranger into her plush office. The sign on the outside of the door prominently read: Ms. Candace Teso, Senior Vice President. Candace had devoted the last fourteen years of her life to this company, working her way up in record speed from the day after she graduated from her Ivy League college to climb the ranks of this leading corporation. Her ruthless dedication, intelligence and some serendipitous luck along the way all helped her to rise quickly toward the top. She took great personal pride that at only 37 she was one of the few female corporate senior vice presidents in the industry.

Candace was skilled at image management, whether for the company or more importantly for herself. Her massive corner office had large floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city on two walls. Her large mahogany desk stood prominently in the center of the room with only her Mac computer, phone and a couple pens. She had little use for paper, and preferred the efficiency of electronic documents and communication. The right side of the room had a small conference table for meetings; the left side had four overstuffed chairs in front of built-in mahogany bookshelves for more informal conversations. The office was primarily decorated with framed awards and certificates showing her membership in various industry associations. Candace abhorred having the distraction of personal photographs in the office, as if she had a personal life.

Likewise, Ms. Teso always worked hard to manage her professional image through her behavior and attire. She was determined to earn the respect of men and women in the corporate pecking order above and below her. She dressed the part, always wearing slacks. She was convinced that dresses or skirts subconsciously undermine her professional ambitions, even if they are in the form of a business suit, despite her 5'9" fit frame. She kept to loafers or other flat professional shoes. She almost always wore pressed solid-colored buttoned shirts, usually white. She buttoned her shirts high to conceal her femininity in an effort to be taken seriously by her male colleagues. It was impossible for her associates to know that she also always wore minimizer bras to confine her 36D breasts for the same reason. She consistently kept her long brunette hair tied back tightly. She has a pleasant face with large brown eyes and high cheekbones, yet rarely noticed because of her serious demeanor. The intensity of Ms. Teso's focus on her work rarely afforded the expense of a smile. 

Abigail showed Ms. LaGuardia in to Candace's office. Candace immediately assessed the intruder. She was a petite 5'6" with long golden hair, curled and flowing half way down her back. She was unusually radiant. She had translucent blue eyes, a button nose and broad disarming smile. She wore a rich blue professional dress that stopped just above her knees, with matching four-inch stilettos. The bodice of the dress scooped to show off just enough cleavage from her perfectly shaped firm 34C breasts. She was enchantingly beautiful. She followed Abigail in with a light yet confident stride. "May I get you something to drink? Coffee? Tea? Wine?"

"Wine would be nice," Ms. LaGuardia answered. "Do you have a Chardonnay?"

Candace looked over at Abigail frustratingly with a look of "What are you doing? "Don't offer her wine! I told her ten minutes!" Abigail smiled back at Candace in an unusual light-hearted dreamy kind of way. 

Candace noticed that somehow Abigail looked different. She had a sparkle in her eyes; her skin was flushed and had lightness to her step. Her normally precise shoulder length hair was slightly mussed. Abigail wore an almost transparent feminine yet professional cream-colored tank blouse, a tight short black pencil skirt and matching three-inch heels. Candace noticed that Abigail's nipples were protruding through her blouse far more than usual. If Candace didn't know better, Abigail looked like she had an orgasm just before she walked in. Candace pushed the strange thought out of her mind. "That's ridiculous," she thought to herself. "She's been in her office reception area with this unexpected woman for the last ten minutes."

"We do. I'll get that right away," Abigail said to Ms. LaGuardia. "Anything for you Ms. Teso?" she asked.

"No thank you," Candace said impatiently. Abigail walked to the bookshelves and pulled out a bottle of wine in a small cabinet below. She uncorked the fresh bottle, and brought two glasses to the small table between two of the overstuffed chairs. "Just in case," Abigail said as she set the bottle and glasses down. She poured a glass for Ms. LaGuardia.

"That will be all," Candace said to her. 

Abigail floated out of the office and closed the door behind her.

"Please," Candace said, pointing to one of the overstuffed chairs. "I'm sorry my time is short today. How can I help you Ms. LaGuardia?" 

The two women sat down in the chairs. Candace noticed with some mild disgust as Ms. LaGuardia's dress slid slightly down her thigh as she crossed her legs. "That's exactly why I don't wear dresses," she thought to herself. Ms. LaGuardia's legs were fit yet feminine, showcased by her tall high heels. They were perfect.

"Please call me Angela," she replied with a pleasant smile. "I think more importantly it is how I can help you," her surprise guest said. 

"How exactly is that, Ms. LaGuardia?" Candace asked with some impatient frustration. She was convinced she was about to be hit with some annoying sales pitch. She wondered how in the world this woman got here in the first place.

"I know you prefer efficient conversations," Angela said with a knowing smile. "So let me get right to the point, I am here to help you get a life."

"Excuse me? Who exactly do you think you are?" Candace asked the stranger with surprised anger. 

"You're not going to believe me if I tell you," Angela said. "It's probably better if I don't."

"Try me," Candace said impatiently, "because your ten minutes is about up."

"I'm your guardian angel," Angela said.

"Of course you are," Candace said, further angered by the bizarre turn of the conversation. "How'd the hell did you get in here? I'm calling security. I don't have time for some nutcase."

"I told you that you wouldn't believe me," Angelia said calmly. 

"It's time for you to leave," Candace said as she got up to walk to her desk to call security.

"The last time you had an orgasm was ten months, two weeks and three days ago," Angela announced in a calm firm voice. "It was with Tony after that company party celebrating the success of the new strategic initiative that brought in record sales. It was in the Hyatt Regency, room 1569."

Candace held the phone in her hand, but paused before punching the direct number to company security. "How do you know that?" she asked. 

"Not much of a life," Angela quipped. "It happened because you were drunk way beyond what you normally allow. You have a thing for Tony but refuse to let anyone in because you are determined to protect yourself at all costs. You two even took the back elevator to prevent anyone at the party from seeing your rendezvous. For the first time in months you allowed yourself to relax enough to be taken, thanks to the drinks. Of course, you abandoned Tony early the next morning before he woke up to find himself naked and alone in the bed."

"So this is about Tony," Candace said. "I get it. Tony put you up to this. I don't know who you are, but you are way out of line. This is none of your business. You need to leave." Candace began punching the buttons on her phone to call security, but nothing happened.

"I'm sorry Candace, but you are my business. This has nothing to do with Tony. Tony doesn't know me or know that I am here. This is about you, because..."

"You're my guardian angel," Candace interrupted. "Look, I don't know who you are, or how you know about my fling with Tony last year, but I don't have time for this." Candace hung up the phone, picked it up and tried pushing the buttons again. "I also don't know why this isn't working."

"It's not going to," Angela said with a smile. "Think about it. How do you think I have this appointment?" she asked. "You didn't make it. Abigail didn't make it."

"Great, now I need to call IT to report we've been hacked."

"You make a great living Candace, but you have no life," Angela said calmly, taking another sip of the fine Chardonnay. "I'm here to help you get a life worth living."

"Look, you need to leave now. You're ten minutes are up."

"When was the last time you felt this Candace?" Angela asked while throwing an enchanting glance toward Candace's pelvis. 

"Oh gawd," Candace suddenly gasped, dropping the phone and taking hold of the edge of her large desk with both hands. It was as if an electric charge of arousal shot through her loins strong enough to weaken her legs. She immediately felt her nipples tighten to full erection, beneath the constraint of her minimizing bra. The truth was, Candace couldn't remember ever feeling an arousal so sudden, intense and brief. It had been a long time since she had any at all. She was caught off guard and confused. The arousal was enthralling, yet so intense that she felt out of control, which was something she devoted her life to never allowing. 

Angela offered a knowing smile. "You were made for that Candace," she said simply.

"I don't know how you did that," Candace gasped. "I've built my career on the power of suggestion through marketing," Candace tried to reason. "You need to go."

"OK," Angela said, finishing her wine. "But I am here because you need to make a decision. You can either get a life or begin to lose what you have."

"What are you talking about?" Candace said impatiently.

"You are my responsibility," Angelia said. "There is no way I am going to let you continue to throw your life way, and miss out on what you could have. Not on my watch. You either start to live or lose everything."

"Look, I don't know who you are, but it is time for you to leave and get back on the fairy train you got off of."

"Let's start simple, like with what you're wearing" Angela said. "You're not going to begin to relax and get a life dressed like that," she said standing up.

"What? I got to where I am by dressing like this," Candace said.

"Exactly," Angela said. "Either you begin to loosen up or it is going to cost you. We'll start simple and take baby steps. This week I need you to begin unbuttoning the top buttons of your blouses and start wearing skirts. You've got an impressive body that's being hidden like a Rembrandt in old warehouse." 

"That's it," Candace said. "The guys on the executive team put you up to this, didn't they?" she asked as if figuring out a difficult puzzle. "This is a practical joke. Here it is at the end of the day. They hacked my calendar and hired you to come in here. What are you, an actress? I must say, you are very good."

"I knew this was going to be difficult, but I underestimated you," Angela said.

"Yes you did," Candace announced. "Most people do," she said with pride. "So did those chauvinists on the executive team. I am going to get them back."

"They have nothing to do with this. This is between you and me. Look, you have a week to begin to loosen up as the first step of getting you a life," Angela said. "If you don't listen to me as your guardian angel and begin to take these first steps, there will be a cost."

"You can quit your charade now Angelia, or whatever your name is. It's time for you to go. Make sure they give you an extra large tip. You deserve it."

"I'll let myself out," Angela said. "See you next week."

"I don't think so." Candace said. 

Candace could hear Abigail offering pleasantries to Angela as she left. Before she knew it, Abigail was at her door.

"She seems really nice," Abigail volunteered. "What did she want? Anything I need to do to follow up?"

"That was the strangest conversation I've ever had," Candace quipped.

"I don't know. She seemed like one of those people who make you feel good to be around," Abigail offered. 

Candace wondered if Angela had pulled her little trick on Abigail while waiting for the appointment. "Don't ever let her waste my time again," Candace shot back. 

Chapter Two - Monday, A Week Later

Candace resolved with stubborn determination all week to dress for the success in the way she always had. She wasn't going to allow some nutcase to walk into her office and offer fashion advice, especially one claiming to be from another world. Where do these people come from?

However, Candace couldn't shake Angela's reminder of her one-night-fling with Tony. It was a night of unbridled passion after months of intensifying sexual tension and flirtation between the two. Candace had a professional line she never allowed herself to cross. She refused to date or get involved with colleagues. It was too risky. She had seen too many professional careers torpedoed by one bad choice, relationship or night. Nothing, even the world's best sex was worth risking her career for. She chastised herself the next morning for putting herself in a risky position of weakened inhibitions; yet she couldn't stop relishing the rare experience of unrestrained passion. She determined to make sure it would not happen again.

Candace's focus through the week was on work, like always. She put the bizarre encounter of the self-appointed guardian angel behind her. She had the IT department check her phone; it worked perfectly. The daily demands of her work were as overwhelming as usual. She strove to perform with her usual perfection.

Candace was suddenly shocked by an unexpected visit from Mr. Moore, the company's CEO to her office. "I'm sorry Candace. The board has decided you are not performing at the level we need someone to in this role. Out of respect of your years of dedication, the board is giving you a choice. You can choose to leave company with a month's severance or step down to your former position as a division chief. With more time, the opportunity to become a senior vice president may come again. We need your decision right now. If you decide to leave the firm, a security detail will escort you out of the building with the company's gratitude."

Candace sat there behind her large mahogany desk in disbelief. She never saw it coming. "I've given my soul for this company," Candace mused out loud as her mind raced for a decision. The demotion would be humiliating. Those on the veep floor will never see her the same, those below it would whisper about her descent. How was this happening? She reasoned that to leave the firm by being fired would all but eliminate her options to be taken seriously by other firms. She decided her best career option was to retake her former position as a division chief and work her ass off to re-ascend the mountain. "This is where my loyalty is," she said with a visible cringe. "I'll stay."

"You have the rest of the afternoon to move to your new office downstairs," he said with as much kindness as he could muster.

None of this made sense to Candace. She anticipated the possibility of a well-deserved raise at her next review, but never a step down. 

"I'm so sorry," Abigail said, overhearing the conversation. "He told me that I am to continue as your assistant. I'll be moving downstairs with you."

"This sucks," Candace said, feeling defeated. "It's not fair."

"I'll help you collect everything," Abigail said as her faithful assistant. "You only have one appointment on your calendar."

"Whatever it is, cancel it."

"I'll try, but she is already here," Abigail said.

"Cancel it anyway," Candace said. "It's useless."

"It's Angela LaGuardia," she answered. 

"She's the last person I want to see," Candace said angrily. "How did she get on my calendar again?"

"I assumed..."

"Get rid of her," Candace demanded.

As Abigail left Ms. Teso's office to run interference, Ms. LaGuardia assertively passed her going in to Candace's office. Abigail tried to say something, but instead let out an abrupt involuntarily gasp. Her legs weakened from a sudden erotic flash. It was strong enough to prevent her from being able to speak. Her pussy gushed with moisture. Her heart raced, her nipples hardened, her face got flushed. "Oh gawd," she panted, hurrying to her own desk to recollect herself. "Oh yes," she whispered loudly, struggling to collect herself, yet not wanting it to end. She didn't understand why she was suddenly overcome, but enjoyed the unexpected rush of arousal. 

"What are you doing here," Candace snapped. "Get out. I don't have time for you."

"Apparently you do," Angela answered in a soft kind tone. "I gave you a week," she added. 

"Are you suggesting you had something to do with this? 

"I'll give you one more chance if you want to stay with the firm," Angela said. 

"Get out," Candace said angrily. "I'm going to call security."

Angela smiled. "I'm trying to help you Candace," she said patiently. "We're just getting started compared to where I'm going to take you. You've got to loosen up."

"Get out!" Candace repeated with a firm voice. "Get the hell out of my office." 

"This is your last chance to stay at this firm," Angela continued unruffled. "If you insist on wearing those shirts, start unbuttoning the top buttons. Better yet, find some more attractive blouses. Give up the pants for skirts. It's time to start living life and showing off that impressive body."

Angela purposefully wore a white button up blouse to model the baby steps she was asking of Candace. Buttons only went two-thirds the way up, allowing glimpses of her cleavage. She wore a red skirt that stopped three inches above her knees. She wore matching red four-inch heels.


Candace's Unexpected Journey



"Get out!" Candace yelled. 

"As you wish," Angela said. "I know it's been a tough afternoon. You have one week Candace. Trust me. I'm the best friend you have right now." Angela walked out without being asked again. "See you in a week."

Candace seethed. Who is this strange intruder? She couldn't remember a worse day in her professional career. She heard Abigail yelp another light shriek of pleasure as Angela said goodbye. 

Chapter Three - Monday, A Week Later

Candace and Abigail moved into their new offices and got right to work. Candace wasted no time asserting her strong leadership as division chief. She was determined to lead the fiefdom to the top and regain her rightful position in the highest echelon of the company.

She had no time or interest to change her finely honed strategies for success. Her division hardly knew what hit them with their new Tasmanian Devil at the helm. Candace was ruthlessly demanding of everyone under her. She had unrealistic high expectations on what they would accomplish in order to set the new bar for divisions in the company. She held her entire division to the same unrelenting standards she had for herself. In short, she owned them. Their work was to become their life, or she would find someone else willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of the division. Candace was gifted at giving challenging inspiring speeches that matched the caliber of NCAA basketball coaches in the final four. Her expectations were clear; her own dedication demonstrated what the sacrifice looked like.

The week passed quickly. Candace felt good about what she had accomplished in such a short amount of time. There was so much more to do; she pondered the advances she would make in the weeks to come. Her brief moment of reflection was interrupted by Abigail's voice through the intercom.

"Ms. Teso, I'm sorry to bother you."

"What is it?" Candace asked.

"Veronica, the assistant to the CEO just called. She said Mr. Moore is on his way down to see you."

Candace smiled. "Send him right in when he arrives," she said unnecessarily. Candace took pride in the moment. There was no doubt news of her strong leadership in the division made its way to his office. If he noticed her work after one week, she felt reassured she would be back in the VP suites in no time.

"Ms. Teso," he said, almost as an announcement as he walked into her office.

"Yes sir," she answered with pride, standing out of respect.

"I'll keep this short," he said. Candace waited for his next words for well-deserved accolades. "It has come to our attention that company secrets have been leaked to The Divertimento Company," he said. Divertimento was the firm's biggest competitor, one with a slight advantage of market share. 

Candace's heart dropped. "That's terrible news sir," she said. "What can I do?"

"For starters, you can stop sharing secrets," he said. "Of all the employees in this firm, you are the last one I would have expected..."

"Sir," she interrupted. "I have never shared any secrets. I would never do anything to compromise the firm. I have given my soul to this company."

"You can stop the charade Ms. Teso," he said shortly. The evidence is undeniable and incontrovertible. Not only are you released effective immediately, but our lawyers are looking into bringing charges. Your key cards, security clearances and computer access have all been deactivated. Because we are unsure of Abigail's involvement, she is released also. The security detail is here to escort the two of you out of the building immediately. Your personal affects will be collected and delivered to your homes."

"Wait! This is wrong! I would never..."

Two men in company security uniforms walked in as the CEO left without another word. "Please come with us," one said. 

Candace and Abigail walked down the hallway toward the elevators, past the glass walled offices of the division. It felt like a walk of shame. The only thing worse than exposed shame, is when it is undeserved. Candace was overwhelmed with emotions, her face red with anger, shame, shock and failure. How could this happen? Abigail sobbed with grief.

Chapter Four - Tuesday, The Next Day

Candace felt her life imploding. Everything she had worked for, sold her soul for was gone. Even worse, she was marked with the tag of corporate infidelity. It all seemed impossible. Candace was many things, but a traitor was not one of them. She was a loyal soldier shot in the back.

The nightmare of her life kept her awake all night. Candace got up the next morning and found an outside table off to the side at a local coffee shop. She nursed her wounds with a dark roast and scone. For the first time in years she was in no rush. She had no place to be and no place to go. She sat there alone in a daze, trying her best to strategize next steps.

"This seat taken?" The soft friendly voice came from behind her. Angela offered a reassuring touch to her shoulder as she passed her and pulled up a chair to the small isolated table.

"Oh no," Candace said, with frustrated anger. "Look, I don't know who you are, but leave me alone. Haven't you annoyed me enough"?

"Not even close," Angela said. "We're just getting started."

"Look, ever since you showed up in my life two weeks ago, my life has been a living hell."

"I'm not the cause of your problems, you are," Angela said. "I told you. I tried to warn you."

"Yeah, because you are my guardian angel, right?"

"Right," Angela answered with a smile.

"You're a lunatic," Candace said impatiently. "Since when does a guardian angel look like..." Candace struggled to find the right word. "...like you."

"Like a person?" Angela asked. Angela was wearing a women's white Under Armour tank top with small blue shorts and casual heels. The outline of her firm tits was clearly visible through the tank, enhanced with a pushup bra. Her thimble-like nipples pushed through the thin fabric. "What do you expect us to look like? 

Candace noticed how comfortable and confident Angela was with her femininity in a way she had never allowed herself to be. It was almost intimidating. Candace was rarely intimidated.

"Was it a coincidence that you just happened to get moved down to the division floor exactly a week after we met and I told you to begin making some changes?"

Candace reflected back at the events of the last two weeks.

"Was it a coincidence that you lost your job yesterday, exactly one week after I told you it would cost you if you don't begin to make the changes I tell you?"

"Yeah, some guardian angel you are," Candace said. "I thought you were supposed to protect and make my life better."

"I'm trying," Angela said. "But you have to cooperate. You need to have a life first before I can help make it better."

"Yeah, now look at me. I have no life and am sitting here with a lunatic."

"You finally have the opportunity to get your life back!" Angela said with a warm smile. "Don't you see? You refused to do what I said in order to have a life. Now, everything else is gone and all you have is the chance to get a life worth living. You will look back on all of this and say it is the best thing that ever happened to you."

Candace pondered the strange words. 

"The only question now is if you will finally do what I say to begin to live it."

"Like what?" Candace asked.

"Not good enough," Angela pushed. "I need a commitment. Either you will commit to trust me and do what I say, or keep being stubborn. Let me ask, how's that working for you?"

"So I am supposed to blindly do whatever you say? I don't even know you."

"True, not like you will. But you know what happens if you ignore me and keep doing things your way." Angela paused to let her words sink in. "I'm not giving up on you Candace. If you insist on doing things your own way, it will not go well for you. You have not come close to hitting bottom. You think things are bad now?"

"Are you threatening me?"

"Not at all," Angela said warmly. "On the contrary. I'm the best friend you have. Things can get a lot worse, or you can experience new heights of wonderful possibilities if you do exactly what I say. You have no idea the life you can have."

"OK," Candace said, conceding to Angela's promise. "What other options do I have?"

"Just one," Angela said. "If you really want this, it will require your complete cooperation. This is an all or nothing proposition. Trust me."

"All or nothing," Candace said, realizing that's the way she preferred to do things. She also realized that she could walk away at any moment. Right now she was just desperate enough to try anything, even listening to a well-informed lunatic. "So, what do I do first?" Candace asked.

"Let's start by loosening up," Angela said. She looked at Candace sitting there behind the small remote table. It was a bright sunny summer morning. Candace was wearing a sweatshirt over a t-shirt with a pair of jeans and her usual loafers. The bottom edge of a t-shirt peaked out from the bottom of her sweatshirt. "Let's start by taking off those loafers," Angela said.

"But this is a restaurant. We are in public. Someone might see me. I can't just have bare feet. It's not professional."

"This isn't about being professional, this is about getting a life," Angela said. "You're not at work. You don't have a job. Who's going to see you?" Angela pierced carefully. "I'm just getting started, so I need to know if you are all in or not. If taking off your loafers is a problem then we are done here." Angela started to stand up as if to leave.

"OK, Ok," Candace said. She reached down and took off her loafers.

"Socks too," Angela said. 

Candace removed her socks, allowing the fresh morning air to dance around her feet.

"How does that feel?" Angela asked.

"Good. Strange, but good," Candace answered.

"Are you wearing a bra?" Angela asked, knowing the answer.

"Of course," she answered. "We're in public," she asserted.

"Give it to me," she said.

"No. I can't go without a bra in public. Someone might see me," she said. "What will they think?"

"There you go constantly so worried about what other people think that you miss out on the life you deserve. " Angela looked down at her own chest. She reached around her back with both hands and unclasped her bra through her the fabric of her tank. She pulled her arms out of each strap before pulling her bra out from under the front of her white tank top. "There," she said. "Now it's your turn."

Candace felt an awkward twinge of judgment. The truth was that Angela looked beautiful. Her firm tits were lovely and attractive, yet completely covered by her tank top except for the glimpse the scooped top gave of her cleavage.

"Give me your bra," Angela commanded in a soft firm voice. 

"Right now?" Candace asked nervously.

"Right here and right now, just like I did," Angela answered. "Or, you can go stand in the middle of the coffee shop and do it, but those are your two options."

Candace slowly reached her hands behind her back and under her sweatshirt to unclasp her bra. She felt nervous the moment it released.

"Hand it to me," Angela ordered again.

Candace pulled her left arm into her sweatshirt and back out again, freeing it from her bra strap. She repeated the move on the other side before slowly pulling it out from under her shirts. She dutifully handed it to Angela, looking around to see if anyone noticed. 

"How does that feel?" Angela asked as she folded Candace's bra with its large cups and put it on the small table between them.

"It feels good," she said, grateful she wore layers.

"Now the sweatshirt," Angela said. 

"But..."

Angela just gave a look of expectation at the weak protest. Candace reached down and grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt with both hands. 

"Can you hold my t-shirt down?" she asked, as she pulled the thick sweatshirt toward the top of her head. Angela reached across the table and took hold of the bottom of the t-shirt, just long enough to give Candace confidence as she pulled the sweatshirt over her head.

The t-shirt climbed with the sweatshirt just far enough to expose the bottom of Candace's large firm round melons. She felt the cool breeze hit her stomach and bottom of her breasts. She shrieked and quickly pulled her t-shirt down.

Angela smiled a devilish playful smile. "Oops," she said. "It must have slipped out of my hand."

"Must have," Candace said. She tossed her sweatshirt into a small clump on top of her bra on the table.

"That's better," Angela said. "What do you have planned today?"

"I have to go to the bank, the store and meet my financial advisor," she said.

"Perfect," Angela said. "No matter what you do today, wear nothing more than you have on right now. Less is OK, but nothing more. It's just a start."

Candace couldn't help feeling a mixture of vulnerability and freedom. She would never be caught dead in public without a bra. From her earliest days of school through college and her professional career she did everything to manage appearances of perfection. 

"It's time to start living," Angela said with a sly smile. She couldn't resist the opportunity to offer an enchanting glance through the small glass table at Candace's lap. 

"Hhhaaa!" Candace suddenly gasped. "Hhhaaa, hhhaaa, hhhaaa! Oh gawd." She leaned back and took hold of the arms of her chair with both hands. Her ass moved up and down, and then almost in circles as a sudden surge of arousal shot through her body. Her nipples ached from the rapid intensity of thickening and pushing out from her well-endowed tits against her t-shirt. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," she panted, wanting to scream. In her mind she pleaded to not let it stop. 

"There'll be more," Angela promised. 

Candace smiled. "Can you teach me to do that?" she asked. 

Angela ignored the question. "One last thing," Angela said. "The next three days you need to prove to me that you are serious about being all in."

"How," Candace asked. 

"Each morning for the rest of this week you will find a package at your door. It will give instructions of one activity you must do that day, and the clothes you are required to wear to do it. Wear nothing more than what is in the package for the activity."

Candace's whole life was about proving herself to others. "Sounds a bit scary," she said, still coming off the jolt of arousal.

"That's one word," Angela said. "All or nothing," 

Chapter Five - Wednesday, The Next Day

Candace woke up the next morning feeling disoriented. Her whole adult life had been devoted to getting up early, going to work and carrying out what she knew she must do to succeed. Everything had changed. Candace had spent the rest of the day before running her errands wearing only a t-shirt, jeans and panties. The bank didn't seem to mind as much as she thought they might, but her financial advisor was caught off-guard by this side of Candace he had never seen. Truthfully, Candace had never seen it either. She couldn't help keeping her arms in front of her breasts, seeing the obvious distraction they were to her usually professional financial consultant. Following Angela's orders dutifully, she wore nothing to bed but her t-shirt and panties. She knew that her guardian angel would somehow know if she didn't follow orders.

Candace eagerly opened her front door just a few inches to look out to see if there was a package as Angela had promised. She was not disappointed. She hurriedly stepped out to retrieve it. She put it on the kitchen counter and nervously opened it. She couldn't help asking herself what she had gotten herself into. 

The contents of the box were simple but elegant. She pulled out a short red cocktail dress and matching four-inch heels, much like the ones she admired on Angela. A simple note at the bottom of the box read: I will meet you at 9:00 to dance the night away at Club Seduzione. Two requirements: Wear only what is in the box (nothing else) and you must "go private" before the clock strikes midnight. 

"What does that mean to 'go private' before the clock strikes midnight," she wondered to herself. She held up the dress impressed by its quality and shocked by how little there was of it. She tried it on and looked at herself in the mirror. The obvious quality of the dress made her feel sexy; the exposure of her skin in it felt risqué. The dress was very low cut, exposing a broad cleavage and most of her tits. Straps crisscrossed in the back down to a tiny short skirt that barely covered her ass. Angela selected the dress to impressively showcase Candace's tits, ass and long legs. The height of the heels raised her ass as well as the exposure risks of the dress. 

Candace immediately felt nervous, wondering why she had ever agreed to this. She had always been used to wearing business attire that covered up the very assets this dress exposed. "I can't go out in this," she kept telling herself; yet she knew she could not rescind on Angela. She had also heard about Club Seduzione. It was known as being an upscale playground for professionals who wanted a seedier club experience. Drugs, prostitution and other services were known to be discreetly available, yet due to the clientele, no charges had ever been filed. It was exactly the kind of reputation that packed the club out all week long.

Candace changed back into her t-shirt and tried to distract herself through the day by working on her résumé. It had been a long time. She was proud of her accomplishments as she wrote them, but wondered if this was all there was to life. It felt foreign to her to not be at work. She was used to strategizing next steps toward corporate domination. She felt frustrated that all she had worked for was now gone, at least for the moment. She had a determined resolve to rebuild her life, but was blind to what it would look like. For now, all she had was a dress, shoes and assignment to go to Club Seduzione to dance the night away.

Nerves kept Candace from feeling hungry for dinner. Instead, she had a glass of wine, showered, and took her time putting makeup on in a way she had not done in years. Her final touch was bright red lipstick on her thick lips that matched her new dress. Candace pulled the dress over her head and pulled it down as far as it would go. It suddenly dawned on her that the box did not include any panties. She went back to the box to double-check and only found the note that specifically instructed her to only wear what was in the box, reinforced with the parenthetical comment, "nothing else." Candace looked at herself in the mirror. She felt beautiful, especially with the meticulous detail work she had done with her makeup. 

She arrived at Club Seduzione precisely at 9:00. She noticed the parking lot was active with cars and people. She was certain some of the activity involved illicit transactions. The only parking spot she could find was in the back row. Dressed as she was, she felt nervous for the long walk to the front doors, possibly interrupting nefarious activity in the shadows.

Candace walked in and instantly felt the music thundering around her. Bouncers at the door managed the crowd, letting in those who they deemed acceptable or who had paid for entrance or other services. Beautiful women were always automatically admitted. Candace far exceeded the minimum standard, especially in the dress and heels she was wearing.

She walked into the large spacious main room where crowds packed around the multiple bars and the large dance floor in the center. Hallways at both long ends of the club led to smaller rooms for private parties, services or business transactions. Scantily clad waitresses moved around the room primarily to sell drinks, but other products and services were also available upon request. 

Candace saw Angela standing at the bar with three men standing around her, vying for her attention. No wonder. She was wearing a shimmering tiny green cocktail dress held on by one thin strap over her right shoulder. Like Candace's red dress, Angela's left little to the imagination. She looked amazing. Angela turned her attention from the three studs and saw Candace walk in. She waved her over. 




Candace's Unexpected Journey



Candace was glad Angela was waving her over to the bar. She was convinced a drink was a good way to start. She felt awkward and uncomfortable. She was out of her comfort zone. She hadn't been to a club in years. Until the events of the last day, she had no time for it. As out of place as Candace felt, she was struck at how Angela looked like she was at home in the thundering meat market. She never imagined a guardian angel ever being dressed like that or looking that hot. Her rational mind struggled with the thought; the confining box of her world was being stretched. 

"Hi Candace!" Angela yelled with an enthusiastic smile, to be heard over the music. "I'm glad you came. Get a drink."

"Vodka Cran," Candace said to the bartender. Candace tried to pay when he brought the drink. 

"We don't need your money tonight beautiful," he said. "It's lady's night. Drinks for you are on the house all night. Don't leave thirsty," he said.

Ladies night helped to explain the packed crowds on a weeknight. Nothing brings women in to the club more than free drinks and great music; nothing brings men in more than drunk women. 

"No holding back tonight," Angela said, her feet moving and dancing to the music. "We're here to party. You are way overdue for this. This is all for you. Let your hair down. Let's have fun." 

It took only seconds for more men to circle and approach. Angela assessed the options, grabbed the hand of her handsome pick and let him lead her to the dance floor. They instantly began to dance like they had known each other intimately for years. 

Candace had always been determined to keep men from seeing her as an object of desire. Now, here she was standing in the middle of Club Seduzione, dressed as she was on Ladies Night. It all felt surreal. She felt way out of her comfort zone. The fast attraction she was getting from men made her feel self-conscious, the desire for this kind of attention was something she had worked hard to repress. . It was against everything she had been about in the life she no longer had. Yet she couldn't deny she found the attention strangely flattering. Just standing there made handsome men hover around her in hopes of a dance, or more. Her instructions were to dance the night away. Candace swallowed her first drink and took the hand of one of the hopeful contenders.

Candace surprisingly enjoyed the energy and freedom of the dance floor. She worked hard to control her movements to keep the bottom of her miniscule dress from swirling to expose what was underneath. Bodies moved boldly to the music around her, shamelessly pressing in on one another. After every two or three songs, Candace used the benefits of ladies night to quench her thirst. One of the pretty cocktail waitresses took a liking to her and began bringing the drinks to her. Candace had a line of men wanting to take their turn, with hopes for more than a dance. By the end of the first hour, Candace was relaxed, drunk and enjoying the endless attention on the dance floor. There was something primal about the men's pursuit of women, and the seductive games the women played to toy with them. 

Candace studied Angela all night. She was amazed at Angela's confident sexuality and freedom to party hard. She watched as men prepared their approach, made their passes at her and even used the cover of the crowded dance floor to cop a feel of what they wanted. Even more, she watched as Angela used the power of her sexuality and seduction to take full advantage of the men, unashamedly teasing and using them to get whatever she wanted. She brazenly pressed up against men as they danced, allowing their hands and hers to roam freely. Angela skillfully used her ass with the pounding beat of the music to back into her dance partners with moves that brought them to orgasm on the dance floor. 

The later the night got, the more crowded the bars and dance floor became. Bodies pushing together generated heat on the dance floor. Candace's skimpy dress was soaked. The cold winds of the air conditioning blew down with force, causing Candace's thick nipples to push through the delicate fabric of her tight small dress. Candace continued to feed her buzz with the free drinks. She enjoyed the feel of her lowered inhibitions and the freedom of the dance floor. She watched and learned from Angela's well-honed party skills. Candace had grown accustomed to the feel of flesh pressing in on one another as they moved almost as one to the dance music. She had even begun to enjoy it. She realized the gropes were part of it. She smiled at the surprise some men discovered of her bare ass under her short skirt.

Candace watched as Angela boldly led different men, one by one, down the private party room hallways throughout the night. One time she took two men with her. She always emerged about 20 minutes later alone with her hair a bit mussed and a broad smile across her face. The men would reappear a few minutes after her looking totally exhausted and spent. With her guardian angel powers, they had no idea what hit them. Angela would already be back out on the dance floor seeking her next prey.

Candace felt freer than any time she could remember. She found herself laughing spontaneously on the dance floor. The buzz from the drinks, the feel of flesh pressing in on her and the freedom she had to move to the music was intoxicating. She had forgotten or no longer cared about the exposure her movements might offer of her bare ass and pussy under her dress. She felt like she was in a different world. It was a world where inhibitions gave way to freedom. She began to follow Angela's example, using her scantily covered perfect body to manipulate men for her own enjoyment. She basked in the hypnotic feel of strong hands stealing caresses of her mostly bare breasts, naked ass and the rest of her body. She risked reciprocating, pressing in on their hard dicks with her hands or ass. While one was caressing the soft skin of naked ass during a slow sultry song, she thought it was only fair to seize the moment to reach down the front of his pants and stroke his dick while pressing in close. Before the song was over, her petite hand was covered in his thick white cream.

"Having fun?" Angela asked Candace as she downed another vodka cran. 

Candace was drunk and happier than she had been in years. "Absssllooottly," she answered, slurring her word.

"Don't forget to go private before the clock strikes midnight," Angela said. Angela held up her iPhone. It was 11:45.

"Go private?" Candace asked. 

Angela looked toward the dark hallways at the side of the room. The sign over each said "Private." They were the same hallways Candace had watched Angela take men down all night long.

"Shit, are you serious."

"All of this stops unless you do. I have great things planned for you. But they require all or nothing obedience."

"How?" Candace asked.

"Grab a man and take him with you. I guarantee the rest will happen naturally."

"That's dangerous. Anything could happen."

"In the best way," Angela said. "You now have ten minutes," she added, holding her phone up again. "Take charge. Pick the man you would most want and use him with reckless abandon." 

Candace grabbed another drink and threw it back. She looked at Angela in disbelief of what she was being asked to do. Before she knew it, a tall Latin stallion walked up to Candace with a big smile. He was a 6'6" muscular dream specimen of masculinity. "Dance with me," he said firmly, with his hand out to take hers.

"I have a better idea," she said. "What's your name?"

"Ricardo," he said.

"Well Ricardo, it's too crowded in here for what I want to do with you. I'm throwing a party for two over there," she said, pointing to the nearest hallway to the exclusive rooms. "And you're invited. Want to come?" Candace enjoyed her own double entendre. 

His broad smile grew. 

Candace took his hand and forwardly led him toward the hallway that would take them into the deep recesses of the building. The bouncer at the door took one look at Candace and let them in. Candace's heart beat almost out of her chest in anxious trepidation. It had been months since she had been with a man. That was the one-night fling with Tony at the hotel. She had flirted with him for months; Ricardo was a complete stranger. In a move unlike any in her life, she was now leading a man the size of a NFL linebacker to a private room to have his way with her, and for her to have her way with him. 

Angela smiled as she watched the exchange, and then saw Candace disappear into the darkness with the Latin dream. It was 11:55. She walked toward the bar to seek out her next target. 

Candace turned into one of the first rooms. It was elegantly decorated. The lights were dim. There was a small fully stocked bar to the right, a bed across the room and a small table with chairs against the wall to the left. A small sign on the bed said "fresh sheets." Music from the dance floor was piped in through speakers in the ceiling. 

Ricardo closed the door behind them and took Candace by the waist. He turned her around, pulled her into him and kissed her. She was overcome by his massive size and strength. 

She smiled nervously as his lips separated briefly from hers. "I'm getting a vodka cran. What do you want?" she asked.

"Rum and Coke," he said, more interested in her body than a drink.

Candace poured the drinks and brought them back to him in the center of the small room. She took a sip as she began to dance to the slow song coming through the speakers. Ricardo started to dance with her, as the two of them sipped their drinks, looking lustfully at each other. Candace emptied her glass and set it down as she continued to move her body to the music. Ricardo put one hand on her waist as they danced, while holding his drink in the other. Candace reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt as they moved together. She did her best to reach up and pull the shirt over his broad shoulders. Ricardo finished his drink and tossed it behind him. The two laughed. Candace smiled at the beauty of his dark muscular chest and abs. She immediately began to unbuckle his belt and open his pants before dropping before him to lower them to the floor. He stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side of the room. Candace audibly gasped at the size of his enormous manhood rising before her face. It was far bigger than any she had ever seen. The thick dark prize stood almost ten inches, and no less than three inches wide. The large bulby head looked almost as wide as her petite mouth.

Candace took charge, slowly maneuvering the colossal pipe of impressive flesh between her thick red lips and down her throat until it disappeared. Ricardo had rarely experience anyone who could take his entire length and leave a mark of lipstick on his lower stomach. He squirmed at the ecstasy of being consumed. Candace slowly methodically ascended his length, before taking him in again.

"Oh shit," he said. The massive muscular giant of a man was like putty in her hands. 

Candace reached up and grabbed his brawny ass with both hands as she pulled him in to her. She continued her assault until she could feel he was ready to empty his load. She cruelly stood up, leaving his massive dick throbbing in agony for relief. 

Ricardo reached down and pulled her dress up, partially ripping the delicate material at the side of her skirt. She put her arms up, making it easy for him to pull it completely off of her before tossing it to the side of the room. Her gorgeous naked body stood in front of the Latin goliath. He easily picked her up and laid her down on the bed, moved between her legs and held her feet up as he moved his dick toward her soaked ready pussy.

Candace screamed with pleasure as the massive head began to stretch her pussy to accommodate his entry. Ricardo gently pushed, filling her in a way far beyond anything she had experienced. Every part of her was caressed by his manhood. 

The two began to moan together at the mutual pleasure. Ricardo's hands roughly grasped her large firm tits as he moved back and forth into her love canal. His giant mass towered over her petite luscious body. Candace felt as if she was in heaven. It had been so long and rare that she let herself go like this; she felt lost in his strength.

"Harder," Candace whispered. "Harder, damn it!" she repeated.

With one smooth move, Ricardo reached down, picked Candace's body up and rotated her until she was face down. The unusual length of his dick kept her on him like a dowel. With her ass high and her face pressed into the bed, he leaned forward, reached around her chest, and took her breasts in his hands. He pulled her up against his body so she was on her knees in front of him. His left hand held on to her left breast while his right hand slid down her body to finger her clitoris as he began to fuck her from behind. Candace dropped her head back against his chest as he masterfully handled her body for pleasure. 

"Oh gawd, yes. Harder!" she begged. The rough sex felt reckless, wild and strangely cathartic after the train wreck of her life the last two weeks. She felt lost in his vast strength and unbridled passion. Her climax was growing fast and hard. She could feel the nipples of her tits tighten with unprecedented intensity. "Yes, Yes, Yes!" she screamed. The music pounded with a thundering beat in the room.

"Oh fuck yes!" he yelled as his own climax crossed the point of no return.

Candace's body began to convulse in euphoria. "YES! Take me! YES! Oh gawd YES!" Her pussy gushed as if months of pent-up cum was released like water from a dam. Cold chills covered her body. "Oh gawd, don't stop. Please don't stop."

Candace's epic climax put Ricardo over the edge. "Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh!" he yelled as he filled her with his thick cum. He continued to slam his body against her ass, pushing his almost ten inches deep within her. The volume of cum was more like a large animal than a mere man. 

"Oh gawd, you're going to take me again," Candace gasped as tears began to come down her cheeks. The length and lubrication of Ricardo's orgasm brought her up again toward a second climax. Ricardo fell onto his back, exhausted from his own finish. Candace turned her body so she was sitting on top, continuing to work her own pussy with his manhood, completing the second epic orgasm. She had never experience anything like it. She didn't want it to stop. 

She finally pulled her petite body off the long length of his thick rod.

"Damn, you're good," he said with a broad smile.

"I'm no where near being done," she said. She knelt between his legs and lowered her mouth again over his softening shaft. She delighted in the taste of her own cum mixed with his. "I'm so thirsty," she said. 

Ricardo's impressive manhood immediately rose to the occasion. Candace savored the most impressive dick she had ever seen, and may ever see. She took her time relishing the moment and rare delicacy. She was in no rush. She wanted him, all of him to herself. She basked in watching his body respond to her touch. He was putty in her hands and becoming desperate for release. She masterfully coaxed cum from what felt like every extremity of his body. She used her mouth and petite hands to summon the elixir to quench her deep thirst. 

"Oh shit," he said, feeling the force of the climax intensifying. "Oh damn!" he said, dizzy from her magic. 

Candace smiled at the feel of his massive dick thickening even more with rising cum. She opened her mouth just as the first wave of cum shot from his manhood. It sprayed her like a garden hose before she could wrap her red lips back around him. Her face was covered with a thick coat of white paint and dripped down her chest and tits. She lowered her head, taking in the entire length of his shaft, pumping it to claim every drop. Ricardo's body squirmed from the demands of her insatiable thirst.

Candace used her fingers to wipe cum from her face and tits, licking them clean. "Thank you lover," she said, grabbing his dick as a threat to take more from him. She walked across the room and poured him another Rum and Coke, and a vodka cran for herself. She sauntered over to her tiny dress in a small clump at the other end of the room. She pulled it on over her head, realizing the new tear in the dress exposed the entire length of the side of her leg. She walked out of the small room without saying another word. 

Candace emerged from the dark hallway feeling like a different person. She saw Angela on the dance floor taking advantage of another dance partner. Angela interrupted her dance and met Candace at the bar when she saw her reappear.

"Gawd, that was amazing," Candace volunteered.

Angela reached down and scooped a thick glob of Ricardo's cum from Candace's cleavage. "You missed some," she said with a smile. She licked it off her finger. "Mmmmm, that is good."

"You don't know the half of it," Candace said, beginning to feel like a woman released from captivity. Angela smiled. "Uh, I guess you of all people do," Candace corrected. "I am beginning to like the idea of having a guardian angel," she added.

"This is only the beginning of what I have planned for you," Angela said. 

Chapter Six - Thursday, The Next Day

Candace woke up wondering if the night before had been a dream. The hangover confirmed it was real. She was surprised she allowed herself to let go of her usual careful self-restraint for the spontaneous fling she gave herself to. The whole experience was wildly uncharacteristic of her, and somehow liberating. If last night was what it was, Candace wondered what might be awaiting her with the possibility of a new box outside her front door. She opened it and discovered a package waiting for her as promised. She brought it in and unsealed it with eager anticipation. Reaching in, she discovered a volleyball. It surprised her. She hadn't played since her intermural days in college. Under it was a pair of shorts, a tank top emblazoned with the name of her Ivy League alma mater and a pair of tennis shoes. Beneath the shoes was a simple note: City-wide pick-up volleyball at Jefferson Park from 5:00 until 7:00 pm. Accept any invitation you may receive after the game.

Candace held the tiny tank top up and then the shorts. She immediately felt nervous. She would never normally wear anything so small. The idea of going out in public in them was unthinkable; playing volleyball in them was absurd. 

She tried to distract herself again throughout the day by working on her résumé and searching advertised executive positions. Her curiosity worked incessantly to sidetrack her. The time finally came for her second test. She showered and got ready. Candace pulled the tiny tank top over her head and the shorts up her long fit legs. The shirt barely covered her large firm tits, stretching the fabric to capacity. The shorts were so small that they pulled tight against her naked pussy and scantily covered her ass. She put her new shoes on. She was scared to death to walk out her front door dressed like this in broad daylight. 

Candace dutifully arrived at Jefferson Park exactly at 5:00. She felt self-conscious, but also surprisingly sexy in an uncharacteristically risqué kind of way. A strange petrified excitement came over her as she stepped out of her car and walked toward the 250 casual players gathered around 20 nets. Most were in their mid-20s, there to get some exercise with the possibility of meeting new people. She had no idea there were events like this throughout the city to enjoy. Her work had always prevented it. Candace was randomly assigned to a one of the 40 teams of six; she also instantly garnered more than her share of attention by how she was dressed. She felt self-conscious seeing men and women study her body with lust and envy. It was impossible for them not to.




Candace's Unexpected Journey



Very few of those playing volleyball took the games seriously. Candace's competitive nature kicked in. She played hard, which challenged her clothes ability to contain the curves of her fit body. Every jump to reach high for the ball or stretch for a spike caused her tits to pull her tank top up. Candace tried her best to keep her top down. She was mostly successful with a few brief moments of unintended exposure. Her shorts instantly hiked up from the constant movement, exposing her perfect ass for most of the games. 

A big part of the weekly games included the free flow of beer and other beverages among the players. Teams developed creative ways to turn their volleyball games into a giant drinking games. Every point, ace-serve or other victory was celebrated with obligatory team toasts and drinks. The longer the games went on, the worse the play got, but the more fun the players had. Candace was no exception, and the way she was dressed only added to the frivolity. The more she played, and drank, the less she was able keep her her shirt or shorts from hiking up. 

At the end of the games, Candace found herself in the middle of a small group of women and men in their mid-20s, laughing, drinking and having fun. "Hey, glad you came out today," one of her teammates Cliff said. "We hope you can join us again next week." 

"I'll plan on it," Candace said, offering an inebriated smile. "I had the most fun I've had in a long time playing with you guys. Candace's body was sweaty from the two hours of play. Her wet tank top hugged her body making it almost useless to conceal her gorgeous body beneath. Her large nipples pushed through the thin fabric. The bottom of her tank top was hiked up enough to expose her lower abs. 

"A few of us are going back to my place to continue the fun. I just live a block away. Want to come?" he offered.

Candace remembered Angela's instruction to accept any invitation she might receive after the games. She was drunk, relaxed and felt more carefree than she had in months. Cliff's intentions and those of his friends were obvious. Candace looked around at the other men and women in the group having fun. She smiled at the offer of the men ten years younger than her. 

"Sounds like fun," she said. "Let's go."

"This way," he said. A few in the group started to move with them. Candace thought the whole group was going, including other women. By the time they walked a half block toward Cliff's house, the rest of the group had begun to scatter leaving only five of them walking together down the sidewalk. It was Cliff, three of his buddies and her. She began to feel a little nervous, but they were all friendly, joking and laughing as they walked. Before she knew it, they arrived at his house. The sun was beginning to set behind them.

The house was a small Tudor with a nicely manicured small yard in front. Cliff welcomed them into his quaint place and closed the door behind them. "Make yourself at home," he said. He turned the music on, dimmed the lights and opened up his bar. He poured five shot glasses with his finest bourbon.

"A toast to Candace," he said lifting his glass. 

"To Candace!" the other three men cheered. The five lifted their glasses together and downed the first shot. 

Candace blushed at the attention. It had been a long time since she had allowed herself to receive this kind of attention from others.

"I have a toast," Steve, one of the other guys offered. Cliff immediately refilled the glasses. "To true beauty!" Steve said with his raised glass and a look toward Candace.

"To true beauty," the group chimed in. Candace blushed all the more. She drank in their complements; her body buzzed with the second shot after all the beer she consumed at the park. She enjoyed the men's hospitality and friendliness. Their eyes were glued to her exquisiteness.

"That gives me a great idea," Cliff said. "Have you ever played the game 'Guest of Honor'?" It was a party game Cliff learned in college when visiting a friend's sorority. They were having a party and he became their 'guest of honor.'

"I haven't," she said. "How do you play?" The men smiled.

"It is a fun game to get to know each other," Cliff explained. "In the game, you are our guest of honor and we are the hosts. You are our guest of honor, right?"

Candace smiled. "I suppose I am."

"Great. Grab your glasses and let's all go to the living room." Two men sat in chairs while the other two directed Candace toward the couch. She sat in the middle. Cliff put the bourbon bottle on the table between them with a notepad and pencil. "The game is very simple. You are the guest of honor, and the four of us are your 'hosts.' Whenever you win a round, the four of us are required to either drink a shot, answer a question or do one thing you tell us - your choice."

"I like this game," Candace said.

"And of course, when we win, you must do the same."

Candace shuddered a little bit at the idea. She reassured herself these guys all seem nice and it was all in fun.

"It's a little bit like rock, paper, scissors, but with 'shot,' 'question,' and 'action.' As the host, you control the game. For every turn, you secretly choose either 'shot,' 'question,' or 'action.' One of us will guess which one we think you are thinking of, and write it down. You tell us what you picked and we show you what we wrote down. If we guessed wrong, you win, and all four of us must do whatever your choice was: to drink a shot, truthfully answer a question or do one thing you tell us to do."

"And if you are right?" Candace asked.

"Then we win, and you must do the one thing we all picked, either drink a shot, answer a question or do one thing we tell you."

"Simple enough," Candace said. "The odds are in my favor."

"With it getting dark, it might be good to close the front blinds," Mark suggested. Cliff agreed. Candace could see the final traces of the summer sun setting in the horizon as Cliff closed the blinds for privacy.

"Shot, question or action," Cliff said. "Thinking of one?"

"Yes," Candace said, feeling some suspense at the beginning of this new game with four men she had just met in a house she had never been in.

Cliff took the lead and wrote a word down. "What is it?" he asked.

"Question," she said.

"Damn," Cliff said. He showed his paper. It said 'action.' "What question do you want to ask us?" Cliff offered. "It can be anything."

"Have you four ever played this game with a woman before, and if so, what happened?"

The four men all smiled. "Yes we have," Cliff answered for the group. "You are only allowed one question, so we don't have to tell you what happened." The other three men laughed. "Next round," he continued. "Thinking of one?"

"Yes," she said.

Mark wrote down a word on the notepad. "And?" he asked. 

"Action," she said.

Mark turned his paper over. "Action." The men cheered.

"Let's start easy," Mark said. "You need to give each of us a passionate kiss. No pecks. It has to be believable."

Candace felt nervous but aroused at the assignment. She turned to Steve sitting to her right. "OK," she said. She pulled his face close to hers and began to kiss him passionately. The kiss went on for some time. Steve's large hand naturally began to roam her body. She moved his hand away as she pulled her lips from his. "Only a kiss," she said.

Candace dutifully made her way around the circle, passionately kissing each of the men. Each kiss was convincing. Other than the night before, it had been a long time since she allowed herself to be vulnerable with a man and to be lost in a moment of passion. Kissing each one gave her a feeling of incremental liberation. This first "action" of being asked to kiss the men also confirmed her suspicions of the men's intentions for the game.

Candace sat back down, taking her place in the middle of the couch. She smiled as she thought of her next choice. Steve took the small notepad and wrote down his guess. "Shot," she said when she saw he was done writing. Steve smiled as he showed his paper. He guessed correctly. Cliff filled her glass with the bourbon; the men watched as she emptied it down her throat. Most of her inhibitions vanished with it.

"OK, next," Cliff said.

Ben took the notepad and began writing. A call and response rhythm to the game began to develop for each new turn. "Action," Candace said with a smile when she saw him put the pen down. He showed his paper. To everyone's surprise, it said "action." 

"Yes!" Ben said, surprised that the men had guessed three in a row. "We are on a roll!" He thought carefully about his options. "Take off your shirt," he said.

Candace blushed, as she pulled her tiny tank top over her head and set it next to her. She could feel the focused lustful stares of the four men admiring her firm round large breasts. Her nipples jutted out from the cool air conditioning and secret exhibitionist arousal of sitting topless in a room surrounded by the four young studs.

"This is going well," Jim, said, eager for his turn. He picked up the notepad and began writing.

Candace felt flustered and vulnerable. "Action," she said.

"Wow, I didn't see that coming twice in a row," Jim said. He showed his paper. He guessed, "question."

"Take off your shorts," Candace said, without hesitation. The men smiled at her boldness, and responded obediently. All of them had underwear, but their universal arousal was obvious.

"We have a game now," Cliff said as he picked up the notepad. When finished writing he looked up at Candace. "Word?"

"Action," she said boldly. It was a risky move, because she knew her shorts would not survive agreement with her move.

"Damn," Cliff said. He turned his paper over. It said "shot."

"Take off your underwear," she said without hesitation. She enjoyed the moment and the shift in momentum. She also enjoyed watching these four hunks stand up and fully expose their hard cocks. "I like this game," Candace said.

Mark picked up the notepad and quickly wrote his next guess. "Shot," Candace said, keeping the rhythm of the game. "Shot it is," Mark said, turning his paper over. Candace reached for the bottle and poured her own shot to the top, and emptied it. The buzz deepened within her.

Steve took his turn, writing his guess. "Shot," Candace repeated.

"Damn," Steve said. His paper said "action." Cliff filled the four shot glasses and the men threw them back.

Ben picked up the notepad and took his turn. "Question," Candace announced. Ben silently turned his paper over. It said, "question."

Although Ben had the freedom to ask any question he wanted, the men huddled to collaborate on one they would most enjoy. "What's your greatest fantasy if you were fucked all night by four men?" Ben asked.

Candace was taken back by the directness of the question. She knew it was not a rhetorical or hypothetical question. She thought for a moment, intimidated about the reality of all this. "This is all new to me," she said. "Until two days ago, I was living a very different life. Until yesterday it had been a long time since I had even been with a man. I've never been with more than one man before."

"Can't say that anymore," Ben said. "What would your fantasy be of having four men all to yourself?"

"I would want to use them to take and have as many orgasms as possible until the sun comes up," she answered. She couldn't believe the words had just come out of her mouth, but also couldn't deny their truth. All those years of work had deprived her of life and fun. She had a lot of catching up to do.

"Oh gawd, that's hot," Ben said. "Shit."

Jim picked up the pen and paper and began scribbling his next word. Candace watched the motion of his pencil and knew what he wrote. When she saw him put the pen down, she announced, "Action."

"Action it is," Jim said, turning the paper over. After her last answer, Candace knew they would not be able to resist the word. She couldn't either. She watched his writing confirm it.

"Take your shorts off," Jim said.

Candace stood up and performed a kind of striptease, pealing the tight small shorts down her long firm tanned legs. The music continued to play behind them. The men's dicks stood at stiff attention, throbbing from arousal. Except for her tennis shoes, her perfect body was completely naked.

Cliff relished that it was his turn again. He needed little time to write his choice. "Action," Candace repeated, knowing full well what it would mean as the guest of honor. Cliff revealed his paper that matched her desire. "Action."

"Your action is to make your dream come true, using us four men, to take and receive as many orgasms as possible in every way we can until the sun comes up."

Candace smiled. She stood up and moved the small table in the middle of the room to the side. She filled all five glasses with the bourbon, picked up her glass and stood in the center between them. She lifted her glass and said, "To new fantasies coming true." The other men picked up their glasses, allowing them to clink in the center before emptying them.

"Let's do this," she said. The four men all moved in toward Candace to fulfill fantasies she didn't know she had...and a few of theirs.

Chapter Seven - Friday, The Next Day

Candace woke up naked and sore the next morning in the middle of Cliff's king-size bed. Four naked exhausted men surrounded her. It was 9:00; she had only four hours of sleep. She spent the whole night fucking the four men and being fucked by them until glimmers of the sun's rays colored the horizon at 5:00. Every cavity of her body ached from repeated attention. Her skin was sweaty and sticky; her mouth tasted salty. Flashback images of being taken again and again by the four men filled her mind. She moaned at the reminiscences. She felt her arousal grow from the memories, even with as much as her body ached. Part of her felt shocked that she made herself vulnerable to the four men for the epic night, more of her felt some liberating pride.

She tried her best to slowly slide down the center of the bed without waking the drained men. Cliff lay next to her and opened his eyes as he felt her movement. She was unaware he was wakened by her movement, but saw his dick begin to grow in front of her as she slid past his waist. She looked up and saw him smiling at the vision of her perfect body sliding down his messy bed. She smiled as she put her index finger to her lips as if whispering "Shhhh." She moved her thick lips over his dick almost as thanks for the night before. Her mouth slid down his shaft smoothly, consuming the entire length. Her tongue worked his head. Cliff's breathing grew more rapid as she skillfully brought him closer to yet another orgasm. She could feel his dick thickening with impending climax. She squeezed the base of his dick with her fingers as her mouth continued to pump him like a piston. Cliff's body began to squirm dangerously. Candace released her grip around the base just as her head ascended the long length of his manhood. Thick cum shot with force against the back of her throat. Her lips sealed around him, thirsty to catch every drop. She offered a smile to her new spent friend the moment she was confident she drained him completely.

Candace slunk off the bed and crept quietly into the family room. She pulled on her tight tank top, shorts and new shoes before making the short one-block walk back to her car. She continued to reflect with surprise at the events of the last two days, and how much her life had begun to change. She would normally have been at work for a couple hours by now; today she had nowhere she needed to be. She wondered what waited for her. She arrived back to her place and found another package outside the front door. Her body ached from the night before, but after the last two days, she had a curious excitement about what was in the new box. She also wondered what it would require of her.

Candace opened the box and laid the contents on the table next to her. Like the others, the box contained clothing and a note. Candace was stunned that everything in this box was from Bordelle's exclusive high-end signature leather collection. She had never worn leather, but was familiar with the Bordelle brand through friends who did. She knew that each item would have cost several hundred dollars, if not more. She held up the small soft black leather dress, then the matching leather bra and panties, and then the ankle boots with leather straps that wrap up the thighs with four-inch heels. The outfit was salaciously sexy but snobbishly classy. "Damn," she said. She realized the price of the outfit was probably enough to pay her downtown rent.

Candace looked in the box for the note. It simply said, "answer the door." At that moment, her doorbell rang. Candace looked out the peephole and saw Angela standing there wearing a sports bra and short cut-offs. "Damn, she's hot," Candace thought to herself. Candace opened the door and let her in. 

"I see you got today's package," Angela said, walking in toward the table as if she owned the place. 

"Uh, yeah," Candace said. "High-end stuff," she added.

"It's yours to keep," Angela said. "Have it on and be ready to go at 8:30. I'll pick you up. We need to be there by 9:00," she said matter-of-factly. 

"Where?" Candace asked.

"It is a secret location here in the city," Angela said. "Everything about tonight is clandestine. No expense has been spared to protect its secrecy. I'll explain more when I pick you up. I just need to ask one more time if you are all in," she said. "If so, tonight will be the final and ultimate test."

"Sounds big," Candace said, caught off-guard by Angela's seriousness.

"It is," she said. "Epic, really. Some of the most powerful people in the city will be there. A million dollars and more will be won or lost. Your life will never be the same, but to be there requires your total commitment and utter allegiance, no matter what. It will require everything from you, maybe more than you thought possible. I just need to know, are you all in?"

Candace weighed the question. She was used to making high cost/benefit decisions. She was used to risk analysis when a lot was at stake. Yet, Angela was requiring a decision of total commitment while offering no details. Candace thought about the last two days, and how her life had changed since knowing Angela. She had had more sex and fun in the last 48 hours than she had in the last several years put together. She felt more liberated and free than she had in years. It was clear that Angela was taking things again to a new level. She realized it came down to her willingness to trust her guardian angel.

"I'm all in," Candace answered. 

"Very good," Angela said with a bright smile. "I'll pick you up at 8:30 and explain more then. As before, wear only what was in the box." She paused for a moment and then added, "and maybe a little perfume."

Candace realized that she probably still reeked from the volleyball and all night after-party at Cliff's house. "I might even shower," she said.

"That would be good," Angela said.

Angela pulled up in front of Candace's place exactly at 8:30 and honked her horn to announce her arrival. Candace walked out looking like a model in a high-end catalog, or an escort from an exclusive service. Candace felt beautiful in the rich outfit. In her old life, she would never have "wasted" money on such an extravagance or been seen in public in such a bold sexy outfit. 

"Damn you look hot," Angela complemented as Candace entered the passenger seat of the silver BMW M6 convertible. If I wasn't so into men..." she said with a sultry smile.

"You don't look so bad yourself," Candace said. Angela was wearing an almost transparent silk sleeveless blouse with a black leather miniskirt and black heels. The transparency of the blouse showed just enough to confirm she was not wearing a bra.




Candace's Unexpected Journey



Angela handed Candace a leather blindfold. "Put this on," she said, without an option. Angela stepped on the accelerator and sped off down the street. Candace dutifully put the blindfold on; she couldn't see anything. Rather than driving straight to the secret location, Angela took some unnecessary turns to ensure Candace would be unable to track her route.

"Listen carefully," Angela said. "You must do exactly as I tell you, and it may go well for you."

"I understand," Candace said.

"These are powerful people who have a lot at stake. They have a lot to gain and a lot to lose," Angela added, to reinforce the importance of Candace's complete allegiance. "I don't want to scare you, but there have been some who did not follow the rules who were never seen again." Angela could feel Candace's sudden understandable fear. "However, for many who have, their lives have taken off in ways they never dreamed."

"Was that true for you?" Candace asked.

Angela's pause before her response was itself an answer. "Today isn't about me," she said. "Mr. Bentley and Mr. Johnson are two of the wealthiest and most powerful men in the city. You may have heard of them."

"I have," Candace said. 

"They are also best friends," Angela continued. Every month they host a very exclusive invitation-only private party where the two of them play high stakes poker, each putting up a million dollars. They are pretty evenly matched, so the million dollars basically goes back and forth between the two. For them, it is more a night of friendly competition than it is the money, but the money makes the stakes costly. They play until one of them wins a million dollars and the other loses everything."

"Impressive," Candace said.

"That's just the way these guys roll. As I said, it is a party. For them, it's all about competition and fun. Each of the two men invites a half-dozen men to watch them play. While they watch, the guests also enjoy free food that would rival a cruise ship, an open bar, music, video games, several big screens showing non-stop porn and most importantly the benefits of each victory level."

"Sounds like a bachelor party."

"It is, but on steroids. Everything for these two men is extreme."

"What do you mean 'benefits of every victory level'?" Candace asked. 

"That's where you come in," Angela said. "Mr. Bentley and Mr. Johnson each provide a gorgeous woman to represent them by serving them and the guests at each level of the game. You have been selected by Mr. Bentley to represent him."

"I'm flattered," Candace said, surprised that Mr. Bentley even knew who she was, let alone would select her to represent him.

Angela smiled. "He's very picky."

Candace blushed under the blindfold.

"Mr. Bentley and Mr. Johnson realized that their play for money alone was a bit boring for them and for their guests. Its much more fun and suspenseful when the high stakes are not only money, but something tangible."

"Like what?" Candace asked.

"Like you," she said. 

"Are you serious?" Candace asked.

"Like I said, it is high stakes." Angela stepped on the accelerator down a long stretch of a street before turning another corner.

"How does it work?"

"It's pretty low key at first," Angela said. "Mr. Bentley and Mr. Johnson sit down and start their game at a table in the middle of the room. You and the other girl serve food and drinks to the dozen guests. The men come ready to party, so be ready for a lot of flirting. Flirt back and tease them."

"Sounds simple," Candace said. "I can do that."

"The game starts to get interesting whenever Mr. Bentley or Mr. Johnson lose $100,000 to the other. It's called 'going to the next level.' There are ten levels to the game."

"What happens at each level?"

"Suspense grows," Angela said. "The loser pours a shot of Macallan whiskey (at his own expense) for his girl to drink. Then, the winner calls out one thing the loser's girl must do." 

"Like what?" Candace asked.

"It starts of easy," she answered with a smile. "They always start by calling out a piece of clothing to be removed. To add to the rivalry, the other girl removes that piece of clothing from her. The good news is only one piece of clothing can be taken at a time. Once it is removed, it is lost for the night."

"That's good," Candace said. 

"It gets better. Any part of your body exposed when clothing is removed is free to be enjoyed by Mr. Bentley, Mr. Johnson and their guests. They can touch all they want, but they are not allowed to fuck you," she said. "You are also free to touch the men any way you want, or any way they ask you to.

Candace gulped.

"Of course, if it reaches the third or fourth level though, the girl is usually naked. Your whole body becomes free game."

"Damn," Candace said. She shuddered a bit at the thought of being naked in a room with 14 men free to touch her uncovered body. 

"Just hope Mr. Bentley has a good night of cards," Angela said.

"What happens with the next levels?"

"As I said, the winner calls out one thing the loser's girl must do. Of course, by that time in the evening, the party is well underway, the suspense of the card game is growing and the men in the room have all taken full advantage of the open bar."

"They can call out anything?" Candace asked.

"Anything," Angela said. "The game is over when one of the players reaches 'level ten.'"

"What happens then?" Candace asked. 

"The grand prize is taking the loser's girl home with him for the rest of the weekend," Angela said.

"Damn," Candace said out loud, realizing what that might mean for her if things don't go well."

"Just know that neither of these men like to lose," Angela said. "It's all fun for them, but it's fun because they are highly competitive."

The car suddenly skidded to a stop in a gravel parking lot. "You can take your blindfold off," Angela said. 

Candace took the leather strap off and looked around. The racy silver BMW was parked in front of what looked like a remote industrial warehouse somewhere outside the city. A dozen other cars were parked near her. Because of the other mostly rundown buildings around them, she could not get her bearings of where they were. She felt a tinge of apprehension realizing no one knew she was at this underground location except Angela and Mr. Bentley. Even the note in the box at her place only said, "Answer the door," rather than naming a location like the other notes had. For the reasons Angela had described on the drive over, Candace was dressed beautifully but scantily like a high-end escort. The news that some were never seen again added to her jolt of trepidation. She tried to reassure herself that she was with Angela, her guardian angel. It was 8:53.

Angela punched the numbers on the keypad and opened the large heavy oxidized metal door. A large man in a suit stood guard inside. When he saw Angela, he let the two through without saying a word. Candace heard the heavy door close and lock behind them. Angela led Candace to a small elevator that took them to the top floor. Candace gasped in surprise as the elevator doors opened to what looked like an extravagant casino. As Angela had described, there was a fancy card table up on a small stage in the middle of the room, with two overstuffed chairs, all surrounded by gold railing. The windowless room was lit dimly except for spotlights over the elevated card table. A dozen people holding drinks were enjoying animated conversation as they waited in suspense for the party to begin. Pop music filled the room. Most of the large high def TVs around the room were already showing porn, while a few others waited for guests to take the controls to play video games. 

Candace followed Angela across the thick plush carpet toward two men standing near the center of the room. Both men looked to be in their late 40s. They had rugged faces with strong jaws. They both looked fit, which was consistent with Angela's profile of their extreme personalities. One had dark hair and was 6'1", the other was blond, and was a couple inches taller. Both were wearing suits with stiff button shirts without ties.

"Excuse me, Mr. Bentley," Angela said as they approached the two men. "I want to introduce you to Candace."

"Ms. Teso," so nice to meet you in person," he said, admiring her body decorated in the leather he had picked out. 

"Thank you," Candace answered awkwardly, shaking his hand.

"This is Mr. Johnson and his prize Scarlet," he said, pointing to his blond competitor and a tall redhead vision standing next to him. Candace returned Mr. Johnson's handshake and then Scarlet's. Candace was taken back by Scarlet's beauty. She was 5'10" with long red hair and fair skin. Her body was perfectly curvy, almost like a doll or cartoon drawing. Her tall fit body touted firm 38DD breasts yet a small waist, a perfect rounded ass and endlessly long legs. Her skin was like cream, her lightly curled red hair fell half-way down her back, as her transparent green eyes stared back at Candace. Scarlet wore an unusual tight-fitting elegant short semi-transparent dress that showed off her curves. A lace thong and clear high heels were the only other items decorating her voluptuous body.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Johnson," Candace said with her usual strong confidence. "Is that a Roosegaard Intimacy 2.0 dress?" she asked Scarlet. Candace could feel Mr. Johnson approvingly stripping her with his eyes, assessing the ultimate prize he was playing for. 

"Yes it is," Scarlet answered boastfully. 

"Very nice. I've heard about them but have not seen one on someone."

"Or not seen one," Scarlet said pridefully.

"It looks like all the important people are here and the hour has arrived," Mr. Bentley said. "We begin in one minute." The two men shook hands.

Mr. Bentley turned to Angela and Candace. "Ms. LaGuardia has explained your role tonight?" he asked.

"Yes sir, she has," Candace said.

"This game means a lot to me," he said with some seriousness in his voice. "He beat me last month, and I want my money back. I also want Scarlet."

"I can see why," Candace answered.

The bell rang. The two wealthy powerful men took their chairs on the stage and the game began. Like Scarlet, Candace picked up her tray and began serving food and beverages to the guests. The two women were eye candy. The men enjoyed flirting with the gorgeous hostesses, the only two women in the luxurious room. There was no question that the porn playing around the room twisted how the room full of male guests ogled them.

The card play between the two intense friendly competitors went back and forth. As usual, each played cautiously at the beginning. After an hour of play Mr. Johnson yelled out, "Level One." All the attention in the room turned to Candace. Scarlet set her tray down and sauntered across the room to Candace. 

"You won't see this again tonight," she said cockily as she pealed the leather off Candace's shoulders and down her body. Cheers from the inebriated men echoed around the room with high fives. The game was now underway. "I can't wait to strip the rest off of you and watch this room full of men enjoy that gorgeous body of yours." Scarlet took Candace's dress as a prize and laid it down next to Mr. Johnson's chair. "This belongs to you now," she said with a smug smile. 

"Thank you Scarlet," Mr. Johnson said, slapping her ass as she walked by.

Candace suddenly felt dangerously exposed as the first one to lose. The thin soft leather bra was only a half-cup, exposing most of her breasts; her matching leather thong barely covered her pussy, and did nothing to cover her ass. Her long tanned legs poured through the binding straps to her boots. She was the focus of the lust-filled room.

"Come over here," Mr. Johnson said, waving Candace over to stand in front of him.

Candace felt self-conscious standing there as Mr. Johnson admired a better view of her body. He enjoyed watching her notice the movement in his lap from his arousal. "Can't wait to see more," he said. "It won't be long."

The men in the room laughed.

"We'll see about that," Mr. Bentley said as he dealt the next hand. 

Another 45 minutes passed. The card playing was focused and careful. "Yes!" Mr. Johnson said. "Level two has been reached!"

Candace cringed. The men cheered. Scarlet set down her tray again and strutted across the room toward Candace with a shot glass of whiskey. Candace threw it back. "What's your pleasure Mr. Johnson?" she asked. He had Candace's bra, thong or boots to choose from.

"I think we'd like to free those tits, wouldn't we men?" Mr. Johnson asked loudly to the room.

Cheers went out in agreement.

Scarlet stepped behind Candace and unclasped her bra. She then walked in front of her in a showy way and pulled her bra off her large tits. Men in the room cheered again. Scarlet cupped Candace's breasts in her own petite hands, lifting them playfully. "I think Mr. Johnson would enjoy these, don't you?"

Candace dutifully followed Scarlet over to the center table. She could feel her nipples growing from the exposure and cool air pumped into the room. "Step up here," Mr. Johnson said. Candace walked up the two stairs and stood by Mr. Johnson. He reached over and cupped her breasts before kissing one. He pulled her closer as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, gently closing his back teeth on the soft thimble-sized flesh. He took his time enjoying his level two prize. "I'll look forward to more of these later," he said.

Candace stepped down from the stage and continued to serve food and drinks as the card play resumed. Men took advantage of enjoying the feel her tits, but also helped themselves to her mostly bare ass and legs. One guest poured chocolate from the dessert fountain over one of her breasts before licking it clean. Candace felt vulnerable but also couldn't deny some arousal at the attention. 

Candace could feel Mr. Johnson's momentum building. He was two-levels up, which meant he was $200,000 ahead of Mr. Bentley. The farther he got out ahead, the higher he could raise bets, putting Mr. Bentley at further risk. Her concern was justified a half an hour later. 

"Level Three!" Mr. Johnson claimed out loud.

"Damn," Mr. Bentley said frustratingly.

Scarlet was already standing near Candace. "And the march continues," she bullied with a prideful tone. "I'm going to enjoy watching you be taken again and again. They might even let me tie you down to make sure you don't get away."

Candace picked up the shot glass herself and poured it down her throat. She could feel the buzz of the high-octane whiskey begin to move through her body.

"Take 'em off," Mr. Johnson said. The men in the room cheered as Scarlet lowered Candace's leather thong down her fit tanned legs. 

"I think you're going to like this," Scarlet said to Mr. Johnson as she ran her fingers between the folds of Candace's pussy. Scarlet was surprised by how moist her love box was.. "And it appears she likes it," Scarlet said.

"Looks like you are enjoying it too," Candace said, watching Scarlet's Intimacy 2.0 dress expose her arousal.

Mr. Johnson called Candace back up to the stage and sat her on the table in front of him. Candace put her feet on the armrests of the chair so her legs were open and her love box was available for his inspection. Mr. Johnson leaned over to smell her pussy as if taking in the aroma of a fine wine, before moving his lips to taste the exquisite vintage. Candace moaned in delight. Mr. Johnson wanted desperately to continue, but knew he had all weekend to take from her everything he wanted. But first he had a card game to win.

Candace resumed her service, now fully vulnerable to the brazen touch of the men throughout the room. She made her way from man to man wearing only her leather boots. Scarlet taunted her mercilessly.

Mr. Johnson relished in his growing advantage, and enjoyed the freedom to begin playing more aggressively. Mr. Bentley's fierce competitive nature persevered. "The games not over until the last dollar is laid down," he kept telling himself. He played carefully and strategically against Mr. Johnson's new more aggressive approach. Mr. Bentley gradually began to regain lost ground. It took more than a half an hour, but he recovered his first $100,000. They continued their play for another 45 minutes until Mr. Bentley recovered his second $100,000. 

"I've got you now," Mr. Bentley said.

"You're not even close, just a little lucky," Mr. Johnson argued.

The two continued to play for what felt like eternity to Candace. Scarlet continued to mock her while the men took their turns enjoying advantages with her naked body. "Even!" Mr. Bentley said, recovering his third $100,000 after another 30 minutes of play. 

"Damn it!" Mr. Johnson yelled.

Mr. Johnson resumed his more cautious approach, but the momentum continued for Mr. Bentley. In a bold move with a pair of sevens, he secured his first $100,000 from Mr. Johnson.

"What a comeback," Mr. Bentley cheered. Mr. Johnson couldn't believe it; neither could Candace. "Level one. Here we go!" Mr. Bentley boasted. 

Scarlet walked over to the line of whiskey shots, picked up a glass and drank it.

Candace walked over to Scarlet, enjoying the pleasure of revenge. Scarlet started to pull her tiny almost transparent dress off. "Ah, ah," Candace said. "That's for me to do," she said. Candace slowly pulled the zipper down the back of the rare Dutch-made dress. "These moments can't be rushed," Candace said. The dress continued to expose Scarlet's arousal at being suddenly exposed in front of the lust-hungry men in the room. Candace pealed the dress off of her nemesis, feeling suddenly as if things had begun to even out. Candace reciprocated Scarlet's flagrant massage of her large breasts. "Oh Mr. Bentley, I think you are going to enjoy these," Candace said, mocking Scarlet. "The rest of you men are too." The men cheered as Candace laid Scarlet's dress on the stage next to Mr. Bentley.

Scarlet made her ceremonial walk over to the stage. Mr. Bentley fondled Scarlet's stunning creamy breasts, before kissing each with considerable attention.

Suspense grew with the next round, but the momentum continued for Mr. Bentley. After a mere half an hour of play, he took another level from Mr. Johnson. 

"Damn," Mr. Johnson said. "I should be almost finished with you by now."

"I'm just getting started," Mr. Bentley said.

Candace was standing near the line of whiskey shot glasses, picked one and carried it over to Scarlet. Scarlet's pale face turned red with irritation and embarrassment. She thought the early momentum of the game for Mr. Johnson would spare her this humiliation. 

"Mmmmmm," I think these belong to Mr. Bentley, she said as she lowered the lace thong down Scarlet's legs. The men cheered at the sight of Scarlet's beautiful naked body accented by her white four-inch high heels.

The game continued for the next couple of hours with each man having brief runs before momentum reversing in favor of the other competitor. In the fray of it, Candace and Scarlet had both lost their shoes, and Candace was even required to give Mr. Johnson a lap dance, which she had seen but never done before. Mr. Johnson was visibly satisfied with her performance. During the course of play, Candace and Scarlet began to take competitive pride against each other in their service to the men. The more drunk the men got, the more they wanted from them. The more the men wanted, the more they gave.

There had been only one other time in all their previous games where one of the men did not reach level ten. As the clock approached 2:00, Mr. Johnson looked up at Mr. Bentley. "I think we only have one option."

Mr. Bentley looked over at Candace servicing one of the men nearby. "I think so," he said.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it appears that we have reached the place of a tie-breaker. This has only happened once before in the history of our epic games."