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As Lisa arrived at home, the twins were crying. She was still drained,
and excited at the same time, about the wild sex, she had encountered.
Kayla, was heating up dimmer for the children, when Lisa walked in.
"So? Why didn't you tell me you knew Mr. Brown?" Lisa asked.
"Oh him?" Kayla answered, with her own question. "I know him, but not
too well. We've had a few times out together, and he tried to get into
my panties, but never succeeded. Why?"
"Did he get you drunk?" Lisa pressed.
"I got really drunk, the last time." Kayla said smiling. "But I was
good. I didn't do anything with him."
"It was nice you told him about us though." Lisa said sarcastically.
"He damn near told everybody about our intimate encounters."
"How did he know?" Kayla asked, with a shocked look.
"You and your big drunken mouth, told him." Lisa snapped back. "Next
time you ......"
Lisa stopped as she finally remembered what all transpired at the bank
office. He had cum inside her, and she wasn't protected. Her face
turned white with fear. She could be carrying his child inside her,
this very minute.
"What is it?" Kayla asked. "What's wrong?"
Not wanting to sound like a slut, Lisa said nothing, and went to take
a shower.
As she peeled off her skirt, she found it stuck to her ass, like glue.
Her inner thighs were coated with the crusty dried substance. Her
pubic hair was matted, and her genitals, had a strong musty odor. He
had certainly left sperm inside her vagina.
Quickly Lisa ran the water and jumped in to clean her privates of the
foul substance. Her pussy lips were sore, as she remembered the huge
tool that was in her not long ago. Tears streamed down her cheeks as
she though of the possible approaching pregnancy. How she missed Paul,
and his gentle ways.
The rest of the night was quiet, with neither woman talking too much
about how each knew Mr. Brown.
The next morning was Friday. Both women went to work, and on the way,
dropped off the children at daycare. Everything returned to normal,
until that night.
The phone rang, and it was Mr. Brown. Kayla answered.
"Hello Ms. Richards. How are you this evening?" He asked pleasantly.
"Oh I'm fine. And you?" She asked.
"I've hired a sitter for the children tomorrow." He said plainly.
"That will give you time, to meet me at my office. Be here at ten
o'clock, and wear something sexy, if you know what I mean."
You said children?" She asked.
"Yes my dear. Bring Mrs. Stone along with you also." Brown said.
"We're going to have a party. Make sure she dresses up also. I'll send
clothes along for her, with the sitter. Good bye, Ms. Richards."
After the strange call, Kayla confronted Lisa on what had been said.
Lisa trembled and turned white as a ghost.
"What is it?" Kayla asked. "What's the matter?"
Not wanting to admit, she had a sex romp in Mr. Brown's office, Lisa
said she was just not feeling well.
"Well anyway, he's got a babysitter hired for us tomorrow. We're
invited to a party at his office. He's even sending clothes along for
you. Isn't that sweet?" Kayla said with an excited voice.
The thoughts of having this vile man, touching her again, made Lisa
sick to her stomach, and she ran to the bathroom to vomit.
"I hope you feel better by tomorrow morning." Kayla said,
sympathetically.
Lisa could only think of how degraded she would feel tomorrow, and
probably Kayla also. She wretched as she vomited again.
Saturday morning came, and Lisa had slept well Thoughts of the
previous night, had long been forgotten. She had a dream of her loving
Paul, tenderly making love to her. The dream was so real, that her
fingers still held the essence of her musky womanhood. She smiled to
herself, as she headed for the shower.
As she was drying off, Kayla entered the bathroom, and admired her
tight physique.
Lisa's pleasant thoughts were cruely interrupted, as Kayla spoke.
"Don't forget. We have a party to go to this morning."
Lisa suddenly remembered, about what had transpired, a few days ago.
She wondered again, about what kind of humiliation, she would have to
endure today.
At nine o'clock, the doorbell rang. There at the door, was an elderly
woman, holding a hanging garment bag, with an envelope.
"I am here to babysit. My name is Ethel." The woman said, handing the
envelope and bag, to Lisa. "And these are for Lisa."
Lisa took the items and laid them down on the sofa, as she gave the
woman a tour of the house. Getting to the bedroom, they saw Kayla
hummung to herself, as she applied her makeup. Kayla had no idea as to
what might be expected of her this morning.
After showing the babysitter around, Lisa left her, to attend to the
children. She grabbed the bag, and envelope, and headed to the
bedroom, to change.
Opening the envelope, her eyes grew wide with disbelief. It red:
"Mrs. Stone,
I truly enjoyed our meeting the other day. I look forward to this
mornings meeting, and hope it is just as fruitful, and fulfilling as
the last one was. I hope you haven't enlightened Ms. Richards, as to
the purpose of the meeting, as I would like her to be surprised. I am
sure you will both be thoroughly satisfied with the results of our
agreement. Please follow all of my instructions explicitly."
Lisa felt her stomach twist in knots, as she unzipped the garment bag.
Inside she found anothe note, pinned to the dress, it contained.
"This is your entire ensemble. Please don't wear anything else, other
than what is found in this bag. The shoes you wear, are your choice,
however, the clothing is all in here. Make up is also at your
discretion. The limo will pick you up at 9:45.AM.
See you then."
Lisa removed the items from the bag. There was a beautiful dress, a
garter belt and stockings, and nothing else. She hurriedly searched
the bag, but found no underwear, other than the garter belt. Was this
an oversight? Was she expected to wear only this, without anything
underneath? The instructions did read, that she was to follow his
instructions ecplicitly. She then hoped the dress was long enough, to
preserve her modesty, at least what little she had left.
As she stripped down, and fastened the belt around her waist, and slid
on the stockings, she felt very feminine. Her thick dark bush, was in
contrast to the light blue belt. She next pulled on the dress. It was
also a light blue, gauze type material. As she fastened it and looked
in the mirror, she was again blushing. Her nipples, although light
pink, were clearly visible, through the thin material. The hem of the
dress, was also showing off alot of her long slender legs.
Next Lisa sat, to apply her makeup. She noticed the dress had ridden
up, so that her furry patch, was peeking out from below the hem of the
dress.
Again, Lisa weighed the thought of being homeless, or agreeing to this
vile man's disgusting wishes. She decided, that whatever he made her
do or wear, was worth the price, of being with her children. She vowed
to humiliate herself, at the expense of her childrens home. She only
hoped, someday she could forgive herself, and have her children
forgive her also, for the sacrifice she was about to make.
After applying a small amount of makeup, she stood, and admired her
body. It was then, that Kayla entered the room.
"Oh my. You look good enough to eat." Kayla said.
Lisa thought about her words, and wondered if Kayla would have the
opportunity, to do just that, today.
Within moments, a horn blew outside. It was the limo, here to pick
them up.
On the short ride to the bank, the driver constantly looked into the
rearview mirror, trying to get a peek, of Lisa's furry crotch. After
unsucessfully trying to pull the hem down, she allowed it to ride up,
giving the driver his cheap thrill.
At the bank, the women were greeted by Shawn. She smiled, as she
escorted the two, into the conference room, where five men were
already holding a meeting.
Of the five, one was Asian, three were white like Mr. Brown, and one
was black. Lisa and Kayla were stunned to find a meeting in progress.
Kayla had expected a party, and Lisa was trembling, in expectations of
be further humiliated. Even more so, she was nervous, that Shawn had
closed the door, and stayed inside.
"Ah, gentlemen." Mr. Brown spoke. "I see it's break time. Let's have
some coffee and a roll."
Lisa didn't like the way he said "roll."
"Mrs. Stone?" He continued. "Would you do the honors? And Ms.
Richards? Would you please serve the rolls? Gentlemen? We'll continue
with the meeting, while these young women serve the refreshments."
Shawn led Lisa to the table, and handed her the coffee pot., She then
handed Kayla the plate of rolls.
As Lisa nervously walked to the table, she was well aware of what she
might be showing, if she were to bend over. She hoped they would at
least hand their cups to her, to fill.
"Gentlemen?" Mr. Brown said. "Please pay close attention. The women
can serve the refreshments without help. Please make sure you take
notes, if you wish to invest in our upcoming proposistion."
All the men immediately turned to Mr. Brown, and became serious again.
Lisa exhaled a sigh of relief, as she reached around each man, to pour
the coffee. As she arrived at the head table, she foundMr. Browns cup,
at the back of the table behind him. She would have to bend over the
table to pour the coffee for him. She knew that in doing so, she would
bare her privates, to the rest of the men in the room.
"I'll take mine, with cream and sugar." Mr. Brown said, in between a
bunch of financial talk.
Lisa bit her lip, and bent over to pour the coffee. She had thought
about pulling the cup forward, to eliminate the need to repeat her
exposing, but there were many paper, and documents in the way. She
knew she would have to repeat the showing of her bottom, to add the
cream and sugar.
The room became silent, as she bent, to pour the coffee. She felt the
heat of everyones stare on her bare ass, as she filled the cup. As she
turned, Kayla and Shawn, were staring also.
Kayla had a sour look on her face, and Shawn just smiled widely at the
display.
Lisa continued around the table, to finish the coffee service.
"Anyone else like cream or sugar?" Mr. Brown asked.
All the men readily nodded, as they pushed their cups to the center of
the table, which meant that Lisa would have to bend over, at least
five times more. She felt nervous, and began to blush profusely.
As Lisa returned to get the cream and sugar, Kayla was behind her.
"What were you thinking?" Kayla whispered. "Are you some kind of slut,
going without underwear, with that dress?"
Lisa shugged her shoulders, and proceeded to serve the additives.
After she was done, Mr. Brown spoke again.
"OK Ladies. You can wait in my office, until we wrap up this meeting.
Ms. Benson, will show you the way."
All three women were silent entering Mr. Brown's office. Shawn left
them alone, and soon Kayla began to speak.
"What the hell is wrong with you lately? Are you trying to bang ol'
Mr. Brown?"
"I ... I couldn't ... I ....." Lisa stammered.
"What kind of slut are you turning into?" Kayla asked. "You're dressed
like a whore, and now you don't know why?" Kayla asked. "Oh my gosh.
You're not even wearing a bra."
"M .... Mr. Brown ... told me not to" Lisa said, Wringing her hands.
"He wants to humiliate me."
Stunned by Lisa's explanation, Kayla felt pity on her.
"I'm sorry .... I didn't know." Kayla replied, reaching out, to
embrace Lisa.
Then, there was a knock at the door. As it opened, there was Shawn
again. This time, she was carrying a box. She entered, and set it on
Mr. Brown's desk.
From the box, she removed a tape. A video tape. She went to the VCR,
in the corner, and inserted it. She turned on the player, and began to
leave.
"What's going on?" Kayla asked.
"I'm sorry." Shawn replied, pointing to the TV, as she again left.
"Watch that, and you'll see."
The video started out, in a car. It was dark, and grainy, but it was
easy to recognize Kayla. The scens showed her being quite drunk, and
babbling about something.
Lisa turned up the volume, and became shocked. In fact, both women
became shocked as they watched.
"I haven't had a cock, since I became pregnant." She said, slurring
her words.
"You haven't made love since before your baby was born?" A strange
muffled voice asked.
"Nope." She replied. "At least not with a man."
"Well then. Who?" The muffled voice asked.
"Well, my roomate and I have fooled around. It was OK, but she needs
to learn more."
"So. You've made it with women before?"
"Oh yeah ...... tons of times, when I was younger. My boyfriend would
force me into picking up girls, and briging them home, for him to
watch."
"Did you ever get off?"
"Oh yeah. There was one ... she would beg me to talk dirty to her, as
I made it with her. She was fat, but I love big breasts."
"Describe your roomate, and talk dirty."
"Well? She's got these huge suckable titties, and a nasty hairy cunt.
A nice round ass, and she moans alot during sex." Kayla admitted, to
the guy questioning her.
"Would you like to fuck your roomate again?" He asked.
"Fuck yeah." She readily answered. "Who wouldn't? I mean she has a
great body, and she really gets horny, when someone plays with her
twat."
Kayla was embarassed at her drunken addmission, and remained silent.
The scene swithched, on the screen, and showed Lisa, with her face
buried between strange femal legs. The camera, panned down, and showed
a stream of white liquid, dripping from her noticably used hole. Then
the film ended.
Both women looked at each other, and simutaneously apologized to each
other. As they embraced their apologies, the door opened again.
Mr. Brown entered, and closed the door.
"I see you two are still friends." He said, ejecting the tape. "Good.
Now Mrs. Stone? Would you be kind enough to explain what you were
doing, and why you were doing it?"

"I was having sex, with Mr. Brown, and his secretary. Mr. Brown's
bank, owns the mortgage on the house, and we will be evicted, if I
don't do as he says."
"That's not quite right. Is it?" Mr Brown explained. "Did I force you
into anything you didn't want to do?"
"Well ...." Lisa remembered his words. "No. I did it because I chose
to do it."
"Good." Mr. Brown said. "And now, Ms. Richards. You also have a
choice. Either you play along willingly, or the city inspector, will
evict you. Two adults and four child ren in that small house, is
unacceptible, according to city and state code. And without your joint
income, it will be hard to find a place to live.
Kayla then realized she was being blackmailed, probably much in the
same way that Lisa had.
"What do you want me to do?" She asked, in a defeated voice.
"Well my dear. We seem really agreeable. Are we agreeable, let's say,
to so me those tiny titties of yours?" Mr. Brown said.
The thought of her doing something nasty, and perverse, was one thing,
but now she was confronted by the reality, of actually complying with
the demands. She balked at first, but then hanging her head, she
lifted her blouse and bra, in one movement, and bared her small
breasts. Much in the way, that a woman would flash.
Kayla's breasts were small, but looked as though they were still
growing. They were what some called puffies. That is that the nipples
and areolas are round, and formed an extra ball, at the end of her
small orbs.
"Magnificent." Mr. Brown crooned. "Do you mind if I touch them?"
Kayla slowly shook her head and faced the floor, as this strange man
kneaded, and pulled on her sensitive nipples.
Soon after, Mr. Brown released the breasts, and stood back.
"Now that you two are so agreeable, maybe you'd like to supply some
entertainment, for my future venture partners."
Kaylas head snapped up, as she glared silently at the disgusting man.
"I'll admit." Mr. Brown said. "That you two could probably cinch the
deal, but it is up to you. I will not force you to do anything.
However, if you decide to do this, it will be at my commands, and you
must follow my directions completely."
Mr. Brown headed for the door.
"If you will agree to my little plan, please call Ms. Benson, and tell
her of your decision. If not? You may leave anytime you wish. But
remember, It's hard enough to find a place to live, without the
stigma, of losing your kids, and your house, in the first place."
With that, the man left, and closed the door.
"This is plain old blackmail." Kayla said.
"I know." Lisa answered. "But what else can we do? He's got us over a
barrel."
"He had you over a desk too." Kayla answered. Trying to make light of
the situation. It worked somewhat, as far as Lisa was concerned.
"Can we really do this?" Lisa asked.
"I'm going to need a couple of stiff ones, first. And I mean drinks."
Kayla answered, light heartedly, to disguise her nervousness. "I guess
we'd better get that woman in here, and tell her we agree, Huh?"
Lisa nodded her head in shy agreement, knowing that this was going to
be a long hard day.
After informing Shawn of their decision, both women avoided each
other, and looked around the office. Kayla, being inquisitive,
searched through the desk drawers. She found a ledger, which contained
many names and phone numbers. Behind each, was a few odd letters. She
recognized some of the names, but couldn't understand what they were
written in the book for. The third last entry, was her own. It was
followed by, Lisa, and Shawn. Whoever shawn was. Footsteps in the
hall, alerted her to the coming of someone, as she replaced the book,
and closed the drawer.
Ms. Benson appeared at the opened door, with a box. She was red faced,
and handed the box to Lisa.
"These are for you." She said. "There is a note inside."
She left quickly, but not before Lisa noticed, Shawn's bra, was now
missing.
Both women gathered at the desk, as they opened the box. Inside was a
note, attached to some papers, along with rope, handcuffs, a small
makeup bag, and a variety of dildos.
Both women blushed at the sight, and wondered collectively, what they
had agreed to.
They quickly read the note.
"From now on, you will throw all of your underwear away. You will
never again require it. Any underwear you are now wearing, must be
removed immediately. There is makeup in the bag. Please use it
generously. You will both required to wear this makeup, at all times.
Henceforth, you will not have the word "no" in your vocabulary. You
will find formal contracts which you may sign. The choice is still
yours. However, failure to sign, will result in alternative measures
being put forth. There is a mirror, inside the closet door, for your
makeup application. If you are both still in agreement, youwill follow
these instructions, and you may bring the signed contracts, along with
this box, back to the board room. Again. You realize any thing you do
is strictly voluntary, and in no way are you being forced to sign
anything. The choice is yours."
After a long silent deliberation, Lisa grabeed a pen off the desk.
"I'm sorry, but I really don't have a choice." She said downheartedly.
Kayla paused while watching her sign, then grabbed the pen, and also
signed.
"In for a penny, in for a dollar." She said.
As they prepared to leave the office, Kayla stopped.
She reached around her back and undid her bra, tossing it in the
garbage can, and then reached under her skirt, and slid her panties
off.
"Well, I guess we're both whores now." Kayla said, with a somber tone,
as they exited the office.


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