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them? What started out as private modeling in the safety of Mike's office somehow turned into being exposed in the outer office, down the hallways, and at one point, in a crowded conference room. Then came the poker night fiasco. I thought wearing nothing but a bikini while serving drinks during poker was a bad idea. I was right, and ended up the focus of a gang bang orgy, first on the poker table, then on a couch... I think.

After the poker gang bang I didn't think it could get worse.

I was wrong and then some.

The next morning, I still can't believe it happened or explain why Mike had sex with me in his kitchen as if it was supposed to happen. At home, mom was mad, dad was unhappy, and besides passing out after the gang bang and forgetting to call my parents, Mike had told my dad I was not listening, being argumentative, and insubordinate. Lydia came over to get me ready, literally seduced me, rubbed her special lotion on me, and I was wired for pleasure just like I had been last night. Then she helped me put on the ‘Cute Golf Outfit' which actually turned out to be a ‘Golf Slut' outfit. A thin, extremely short white microskirt, a tiny, thin, sheer light pink thong, and a small sheer white vest like top with two buttons that strained to keep it on me.

When Lydia helped me put my shoes on, I realized she treated me like a BARBIE doll.

And it was exciting her!

As I feared, the golf outing didn't take long to go sideways, Mike was dominating at times, insisting I tease and flirt with the men so they would do business with him and so he could win at golf. At lunch before we teed off, Mike introduced the men as Brett, John and Carl. Brett had dark hair and blue eyes, John had sandy brown hair and hazel eyes, while Carl had white hair and light blue eyes. By the sixth or seventh hole and after much shame on my part, Mike insisted I take my top off, make it seem accidental, and let the men stare at me. It turned into a disaster, my top floated away in a murky pond, and somehow they decided I should strip the rest of the way and wear nothing but a hoodie.

A hoodie that ironically said "DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL" on it.

They took pictures of me naked, I had lost what seemed to be the last of my morals and dignity, and I was so aroused and horny it kept me on edge. Then heading to the next green, whatever number it was, John got frisky and played with my breasts and nipples under the hoodie. I couldn't help it, I moaned, and then he got bold. John put his lips to my ear and begged "How much to fuck you?"

Some perspective before I accept slut of the year award?

The cash that had initially been for me to try on clothes under the guise that they were for Lydia? I have my suspicions that Mike was seducing me the whole time, but being my dad's best friend, it could be he's right when he says it's not his fault that I'm so reserved and get embarrassed so easily. Still, sometimes it feels like he winds me up knowing I haven't experienced most sexual and sensual things. I've had a couple of boyfriends, but I wanted guys who wanted to be with me, not just sleep with me. By that point of the golf outing, and including last night at poker, cash had been offered for my clothes and questionable choices.

I mean at that point I had accepted a lot of cash for questionable choices.

I tried to focus, I was really wound up from frustration, embarrassment and arousal, plus between the secret lotion and equally secret sunscreen Lydia rubbed all over me, I was fighting sexual urges I would never have on my own. Still, I found my voice and gasped "I'm not that kind of girl." John shifted and wriggled under me, it seemed the next green was far away, and why were we in a wooded area? I felt it even as it happened, John pressed his hard cock against my soaked lips and it just slipped inside me. John entered me while I was sitting on his lap. His hand was over my mouth to stifle my moan and any other noise I might make as his other worked at the zipper to my hoodie.

Oh my God, John was having sex with me on his lap.

At the Country Club!

Just like at poker night, things spun out of control in a hurry. I realized we had stopped, Mike pulled the hoodie the rest of the way off me, and Carl helped Brett lift me off John and out of the cart. Right there on the grass, Brett shoved himself inside me and went right at it while Carl's cock was in my mouth before I could gasp. I felt something warm in each hand, and realized there was no more maybe about it, I was now a pornstar... or at least a slut. I was dizzy, super aroused, the grass was itchy, and it surprised me if I'm honest that all of a sudden Brett came inside me. He moved away, Mike entered me, and he was huffing how much he loved me. It sure didn't feel like love most of the time, especially at that moment. I moaned a lot, sucked cocks with no choice, all four men came in me, but some time later, just when I thought it was over, all of them came on me.

Not all at once, but did it matter?

It seemed they had their phones out, but I couldn't be sure.

When it was all over, Mike told me how proud he was of me and I for real just wanted to die. I sat up, my body was covered in cum, including my hair and face. I didn't know where my hat was, I didn't even know where the hoodie was. I just sat there covered in cum and wished I was anywhere else. Mike knelt by me and handed me a small towel. What was I supposed to do with it?

Four horny men came all over my hair, face and body and he gave me a hand towel?

Mike said "The boys think we should take you back to the clubhouse, let you get cleaned up, and send you home." I gasped, but Mike said "Not a word of any of this Julie. You earned the bonus and all the money you got out here. I'll call Lydia to come get you." Oh my God. Why did he have to make me feel worthless after everything that happened? I was crying, gave up trying to wipe myself off because the small towel was already soaked with sticky fluids, and just stood. John helped me put the hoodie on and said "Sorry. You're just so beautiful. I wish I had an assistant like you."

I hung my head in shame and sat in the cart.

Well, at least until Mike got in and made me sit on his lap.

I already felt terrible, shameful and horrible, and the looks people gave me in the Club made everything worse. I took a long shower then stood there in the women's locker room wrapped in a towel. What was I supposed to wear? I didn't even know where my phone was, maybe still at home with my dignity and sanity? The only good thing that happened that whole time was Lydia showed up with a bag and held me. She asked "Again?" I whined "Why does this keep happening to me?" She called me ‘Princess', petted me like a cat, helped me get dressed, touched me more than my last three boyfriends did, and again the thought of me being her personal BARBIE filled my brain.

I mean I am cute, blonde and seem to prefer being naked.

That was sarcasm if you're not clear.

The good news is I was dressed in actual clothes when I left with Lydia.

The bad news is she took me to her nice home and said "Mike wants to talk to you."

I felt an ache in my stomach when Lydia led me to the spacious patio overlooking a massive inground pool. Not only were the three men from golf there, Brett, Carl and John, but Danny and Jeff from the office were clinking beers with Mike near a large grill. All of them had nothing on but swimwear. Mike saw me, smiled, and said "Hey. look who's here." All of them, every man there stared at me like I was a deer in the woods... or something.

More like a blonde they were about to fuck.

Yeah, we're at that point where I used the word ‘fuck'.

Danny and Jeff were crowding me, their hands were on my body, rubbing and touching me, and I almost died when Mike said "Lydia will take you shopping tomorrow honey. Go put on the bikini I left out for you in the bedroom." I cringed when Mike announced loudly, "You know where my bedroom is don't you sweetheart?" Mike waved Jeff and Danny away from us, put his hand on my neck, squeezed slightly, stared into my eyes darkly, then whispered "Maybe an hour or two. Some sun, drinks, a nice cookout and swimming. Flirt with the boys and then you can go home."

I felt dead inside, just wanted to go home, and fully planned to quit on Monday regardless of how much blackmail Mike had on me. I didn't get to complete that thought though because Mike had his whole, large hand on my neck, his thumb pressing against my throat, squeezed enough to make me gasp, and whispered "I already collected from everyone. You'll find the cash by the bikini. Don't be long" and then he let go.

I had no idea where Lydia was.

I also knew for a certainty that I would end up naked and screwed.

Literally.

The man who was polishing the woodwork this morning wasn't around, but a thin, young brunette in a skimpy maid costume straight out of porn stared at me without saying a word as I went up the stairs. My mind raced as I stood in Mike and Lydia's huge bedroom staring at the tiny pile of pink strings that was supposed to be a bikini. The only solace, and it wasn't much, was the $1100 in cash in the envelope. I felt shame and wondered if I had crossed the line to paid sex by that point. What started as extra cash to model clothes his wife might like, has become something lurid and dark, and what worries me the most is ashamed and humiliated or not, when the sex was happening each time, I enjoyed it. I mean for all the humiliation, public exposure and embarrassment, the orgasms were epic and mind blowing.

I put the pink bikini on, but it didn't take long because aside from strings, there was no actual material aside from a matching pair of extremely tiny triangles that barely covered my nipples and areolae. Down there, sopping up my excitement that I didn't understand, the tiny rectangle wouldn't have covered my watchface. I was about as naked as could be, and no pun intended considering the golf outing gang bang, but being forced to expose myself for Mike and his friends was par for the course at that point.

When I put on the brand new, plain white New Balance sneakers with no show socks that were with the micro bikini, I felt like a slutty, sporty slut. Sorry, the best I can come up with considering my situation. After the embarrassing situation in the office with the sheer lingerie, the poker game gang bang, and then the golf gang bang disaster, I was smart enough to know somehow, I would end up naked by the pool. I was having trouble breathing because I was also pretty sure it would turn into another gang bang and including Mike, there were six men.

Was I a pornstar now? An escort?

Back downstairs, the half-naked maid stared at me until I asked "What's your name?" She glanced outside, visibly tensed, then very quietly said "Don't make Mike wait. He doesn't like to wait." I was extremely anxious as I went outside nervously, but Mike smiled and waved me over. He handed me an ice cold Pepsi, said the steaks and burgers would be done soon, but I barely got a drink of the cold soda when Mike took it from me, then pulled me roughly into a side hug and whispered in my ear, "No matter what, ignore the guy with the camera." I gasped, glanced at the man taking pictures or video of everything, but Mike gripped my waist, silenced me with a glare, then said quietly "Pay lots of attention to the guys from this afternoon. Jeff and Danny are just here to celebrate us getting their shipping business."

I tried not to whine when I asked "Why am I the only girl here?"

Mike smiled and said "You're all we need sweetheart."

Oh God.

Make gave me the Pepsi again, but after another quick drink I had to set it down when Brett asked me to pose for a photo with him. With nothing on but sneakers and an extremely skimpy microkini. Before I knew it, I had stood there next to Brett, Carl and John as each of them had a photo taken with me. Lydia appeared, but unlike me in nothing but a microkini or the men including her husband in tight small swimwear, she was fully dressed in a black knee length skirt, white blouse, and black blazer that matched the skirt. She took my hand and said "I have something to help you relax Princess." I think it was the special lotion, but it could have been the special sunscreen. Either way, Lydia rubbed it all over my exposed skin, and as my body got warm, my mind wandered. It wasn't long before I was happy, relaxed, and felt a strong buzz of arousal. Lydia whispered in my ear, "Make those men wish they could be with you" but I was confused because between the poker fiasco and the golf disaster, all of them HAD been with me.

I exhaled when Lydia purred in my ear "Now go earn some tips."

I was dizzy, and for some reason felt excited, so either that was extra-special lotion or it was really working. Brett put his arm around me and asked if I would sit on his lap for a picture. I don't know if I sighed or exhaled, but he said "Mike. Come take up a collection. Julie's going to pose for some sexy pictures with us." I gasped, partly because of what Brett said, and partly because his hands slipped between my breasts and the micro top. He was cupping, rubbing and kneading my boobs while rubbing and teasing my nipples. I was struggling to catch my breath, dazed, someone had taken my bikini top, and then Carl pulled me onto his lap and began playing with my breasts. I was trying to focus, lost a bit of time, I think I sat on John's lap at one point, then realized Danny was rubbing my pussy and breathing in my ear, telling me how hot I was.

Trust me, I know how hot I was at the moment.

I didn't realize I had lost my bikini bottoms until John asked someone, maybe Jeff or Danny, could they believe how wet I was. Fingers touched, traced, teased and pushed their way into my pussy and then my mind exploded. I had a massive orgasm that was so intense, so blinding, I didn't realize I was laying on a pool chair until Mike was fucking me. He was grunting that I was the best assistant he has ever had and then it was Brett fucking me. I lost some more time, realized John was fucking me while Jeff's cock was in my mouth and I have no idea whose dicks were in my hands. I had another orgasm, maybe two, blacked out a couple of times, then was confused because I was in a dimly lit bedroom.

I should say ‘we' because some, if not all the guys were in there with me.

I felt intense pain, tears were flowing, and then realized Brett was fucking me in the ass while Mike was doing me from the front. OH MY GOD, I was being double penetrated? Then the Porn writers got their wish as Danny put his cock in my mouth and I blacked out. I woke up around 3am, literally crawled to the bathroom, peed, and did not recognize myself in the mirror. My hair was a wreck, my eyes red and puffy, and a wall of shame surrounded me. Still naked, sore, and miserable, I crawled back to the bed and stared. Danny was in the bed, naked, sound asleep, and really, really hard.

I didn't know where the other guys were, and I didn't care.

In the morning, even if he blackmailed me, I was telling Mike I quit.

I did my best to ignore how hard Danny was, closed my eyes, and awoke at just after 9am. I smelled coffee, my entire body ached, I went to pee, then said ‘screw it' and took a hot shower. When I was drying off and wondering where my clothes were, Lydia showed up in a bikini skimpier than the one I barely had on yesterday. She held me, kissed me softly, called me Princess, and shushed me three times when I tried to speak. She produced a tube of special lotion out of nowhere and before I could complain, she was rubbing it all over my body. Again I felt warm bliss combined with arousal, relaxed, then blindly followed her when she led me downstairs.

For the second day in a row, I didn't get breakfast.

Actually, I blacked out during the cookout and hadn't eaten since lunch at the club.

I sighed because I was really regretting taking the money to model for Mike.

I exhaled when Mike smiled and said "There's my girl." He was naked and seemed to be really hard. But even as I exhaled with the knowledge that sex was imminent, Brett and Carl came in from the patio. I inhaled because they were also naked, and so was the thin maid from yesterday. Brett squeezed her ass and said "Go take a shower, Julie will entertain us." I glanced towards the front door but hung my head. Even if I could get away, I didn't know where my phone or clothes were and I think my car was at home.

How did I get into this mess?

Mike waved me over, wasted no time moving me into position, and entered me right there against the counter. I moaned even though I didn't want to as Mike began fucking me in his kitchen. The only bright spot and it wasn't much of one, was that Lydia took off her microkini and pressed against John who appeared out of nowhere. I fought my orgasm, determined to not let Mike win, so when he wound himself up, tensed, then pulled out to cum all over my stomach, chest and face, he smiled and told me how awesome I was.

I did not feel awesome at all.

Brett lifted me onto the huge kitchen table, pulled at my body until he entered me, then just took what he wanted. I blocked everything out, waited for him to finish, then lay there as he came all over my stomach, thighs and legs. Carl was about to step up when the maid came into the room and he said "Ah, nice and clean." I stared at the ceiling until I realized they were done with me, sat up, told Mike I quit, and he laughed. I went upstairs, cum dripping off my body, took another shower, then stood there drying off and wondering where my clothes were. I went into Mike and Lydia's spacious bedroom, searched until I found her lingerie drawer, and put on a sexy light purple set. I found jeans that fit me, a nice blouse and a pair of flats I really liked. I was pretty sure they wouldn't care if I took clothes and shoes considering the things they've been doing to me the last few days.

Unbelievably, the orgy was still going on in the kitchen.

Mike was fucking the pretty brunette maid and Lydia was getting it both ways from Carl and John. It made sense considering how creepy he is that Brett was watching all of them while jerking off. I found Lydia's phone by the front door along with several sets of keys, got lucky with the UBER app on her phone, and ordered a ride. Then I spotted a backpack sitting right by the front door. In it were my clothes from yesterday, the skimpy bikini, the new sneakers, and an envelope thick with cash.

Damn, there had to be 3K in there.

Three Grand? Wow.

It sucked that I had to earn it the hard way.

Once I was home, disaster struck again.

Mom snapped "Don't even speak to me. Get ready for Church and not a single word of your mouth." Daddy narrowed his eyes at me and said "If you have any sense, you will close your mouth and say extra prayers." The only good news was that my phone and keys were in my bedroom and somehow, my phone was charged. The bad news was when I saw the pictures Mike had sent me with a text that read "Look how great these pictures came out."

I felt an icy chill as I saw what the pictures were.

A compilation of me in sexy and erotic photos that looked like I was out of control. There were many shots of me barely in the porn fused ‘Golf Slut' outfit, all clearly taken in public, smiling and flirting, hanging off or sitting on the laps of John, Carl, Brett and Mike. I honestly didn't remember some of the photos. The last few in that set were the ones where I had lost my top, but seemed to be taken from behind or the side of me. Thank the Lord none of the nude shots were there. There were several I did not recall being taken, of me, clearly inside the office building, in nothing but the sheer white lingerie.

I held my breath.

Who took those photos?

Then there were four of me in the microkini from Mike's office, clearly taken at work, and again I wondered who took them and how I didn't realize they were taken. All combined, they made me look promiscuous, for lack of a better word. Bold facts, they made me look bad. Finally there were a lot of photos of me in the pink microkini from yesterday evening at the cookout pool party at my expense. On laps, standing close to the guys, hanging off them. I gasped because out of context, they came across as me flirting and acting totally unlike myself. I told you before, I may be blonde, people have low expectations of me, but I'm not dumb. Somehow I knew the intention of sending the photos to me, the way they were selected... it had to be a message... or some kind of blackmail.

I also knew there were naked and sex pics, as well as video of me somewhere.

God I prayed Mike would never use them against me.

Daddy knocked, stepped in, frowned, then asked "Are you defying me on purpose? After everything that happened yesterday, all the promises you made, you stayed out all night again, no call, nothing. You even went so far as to leave your phone here. What is going through your mind little girl?" I said "Daddy, I need to tell you something." Dad exhaled, held up his hand, then said "If Mike hadn't vouched for you when he called me a few minutes ago, you would be the only 19 year old I know to be grounded." I blinked rapidly then asked "Mike called you?" Daddy blinked, touched my face, exhaled, then asked "Are you okay baby girl? You look tired." I sighed "I'm hungry daddy. I didn't get breakfast."

I didn't tell him I missed dinner as well, because what if he asked why?

Daddy shouted "Marie? Honey?" I sat on my bed as mom appeared, stood next to dad while putting her earrings on, then saw the look on his face. He said "She missed breakfast" and mom stared at me, exhaled, then said "I'm still very unhappy with you Julie, but we can skip Church and go to a late breakfast or early lunch. You two decide while I go change." Mom walked off and daddy said "Mike told me he misunderstood a couple of conversations and that you weren't insubordinate, you just ask a lot of questions." I sighed as Daddy continued "He also said you're working on a couple of private projects for him and that you are exceeding his expectations."

I blushed, exhaled, then looked at dad and hated myself for doing some really questionable things for money as I said "Mom never asks for anything. Let's go to Church, then lunch." Mom said from somewhere in the hallway "Make up my mind" then she exhaled "Get ready Julie. I want a good seat." Dad smiled at me then said "Tell her how sorry you are, promise to call if you're not coming home, and mean it this time." Once dad left, I stashed the money with all the rest and stared at it. There was a lot of unexplainable cash in the drawer. I moved a bunch of my panties to cover the money, changed into a pretty white, knee length, short-sleeved dress and brushed my hair. I was still wearing the expensive light purple lingerie that I had ‘borrowed' from Lydia. It was nice and made me feel sexy. With flats and my phone, mom handed me a warm pop-tart and said "For now." I got a Pepsi out of the fridge, but when she gave me a look, I put it back and got a bottle of water.

Church went well, I said some extra prayers, but of all the humiliation I have endured recently, nothing compared to the terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach when Jeff walked up to my father and shook his hand. Mom was talking about her garden and asked me if I wanted to watch the new episode of BOSTON BLUE with her. I was staring at Jeff when mom asked "Do you know him?" I exhaled and said "Yes, from work" then I said "But I didn't know he goes to our Church." Mom scolded me "It's not your Church or mine honey, it's the Lord's." Dad came over blushing, glanced back at Jeff who was now holding hands with a pretty redhead, then asked "So you've been modeling for Mike?" I gasped, mom gripped my wrist, and dad said "Something about helping Mike pick out outfits for Lydia?" I swallowed and lied "It was just a couple of times, no big deal."

Daddy gave me a look then asked me and mom, "How about GOLDEN CORRAL?"

After lunch, forgiveness from mom, and some grocery shopping with mom while dad got his hair cut, I was in my room at home when Danny called. I stared at the number, didn't recognize it, then answered with a deep sigh "Hello?" Danny said "Hi Julie, it's Danny. I got your number from Lydia." I didn't know what to say, so I just said "Hi." Danny asked "Do you want to do something? Maybe go see a movie, get some dinner, or we could just go for a walk?" I asked "Danny, are you asking me out?" He said "I'm trying." I said "I'll text you my address. Come here and hang out with me while I get some stuff done. You'll have your answer once I see how you treat me with my clothes on." Danny was gasping, trying to speak, so I teased "That's what you really want, right? To spend time with me while I'm dressed?"

Danny gasped "Text me your address Julie" and hung up on me.

I sent it to him, saved him in my phone, then realized what I had just said. ‘Spend time with me while I'm dressed?' I sat on my bed blushing when mom came in and asked "Are you going to do your laundry? I'm done if you want to use it." I said "Yes. I was just coming to tell you a friend is coming over to hang out with me." Mom smiled and asked "Shaina or Kelly?" I said "Danny. He wants to go out with me so I'm making him hang out while I get stuff done." Mom smiled and laughed "Making him work for it. That's my girl" and she left. I gathered up my laundry, started a load in the washer, then came up with an idea. I found my old lockbox from high school, put the key on the ring with my car keys, and locked all the cash up. It was a lot of cash. Then I remembered the box set Lydia gave me with the dildo and vibrator in it. I put that on the top shelf of my closet, blocked it with stuff, and sighed.

The way things were going lately, I didn't need a vibrator or a dildo.

Danny never showed up, Lydia did, and while I was happy to see her, it confused me.

I was folding and putting away my laundry when she appeared in my bedroom doorway. Lydia was dressed differently than I had ever seen her, wearing a simple short-sleeved, knee length dress with Fall colors in sort of a camo pattern. Her hair was down and straight, and she held me as she said "I didn't forget about you. We're going to go shopping tomorrow after the morning meeting." I had worked for Mike two weeks now, one of those weeks in ever increasing instances where ‘modeling' had leaned towards exposure and humiliation, but I cannot recall a single morning meeting. Lydia was playing with my hair and asked "Want to go with me to try on some lingerie? Maybe we can get our hair and nails done after?"

I frowned at Lydia and said "I can't keep upsetting my mom. If for some reason I'm not coming home, I have to let her know." Lydia smiled then said "Well, pack what you think you need, or you can steal from my closet and drawers like you did this morning." I blushed but Lydia teased me "I'll punish you when I have you naked and alone." I put my head against her ample chest and sighed as she said "Get what you need, I'll go make peace with Marie." I put some things in a bag, including a charger for my phone and then after a couple of minutes, daddy stepped in, shut the door to my bedroom, and asked me "Is this true? You're spending a third night with Lydia and Mike. Is there something you want to tell me, little girl? Is something going on I need to know about?"

I swallowed as daddy stood there arms crossed, then he finally exhaled and said "If it wasn't Mike Clark, I would be worried with the all-nighters, the change in behaviour, the suddenly sassy attitude and the idea that out of nowhere you're modeling? I raised you to make good choices Julie Marie." I looked at the floor because most of my recent choices were poor, and were not made by me. Daddy held me, kissed the top of my head, then said "I love you baby girl" and left my bedroom. Lydia came in, fell onto my bed, and laughed "Whew. I haven't gotten a third degree from a parent since I started seeing Mike. They really love you."

I looked at Lydia, took a scary chance, knelt by my bed, took her hand, then asked "You know some of the stuff Mike is making me do is wrong, right?" Lydia let go of my hand, sat up, glared at me, then hissed very quietly "Making you? Mike warned me that you were getting ahead of yourself but I didn't want to believe it. Julie, no one made you wear dresses or skirts, model lingerie or bikinis, and we certainly did not ask you to scream ‘Fuck me' to horny guys who had been drinking while playing poker. You were naked, clearly aroused, shouted ‘Fuck me' and from what I hear, you were a major tease on that golf course as well." I sat down, started to cry, and Lydia said "I'm going home to think. Maybe Mike is right about you." I gasped "WAIT" and grabbed at Lydia's hand, she stopped and stared down at me, then let go of my hand to shut my bedroom door.

Lydia pulled me up into an embrace, led me to my bed, laid next to me, then played with my hair and said "Everyone has a different speed in life. You are polite and proper, reserved and decent. I adore you Julie, but you can't blame Mike or the guys for being attracted to you." I cried "I know but..." Lydia asked "Do you want everything to stop? All the money and attention? You can just be Mike's Assistant, put in your hours and come home, we'll find another cute young lady to try things on and entertain clients." I inhaled but listened as Lydia said "Or, you can stop pretending to be better than everyone else and ask yourself if you relax and trust us, is there even a limit to what you could have?"

Lydia kissed me, it was a warm and passionate kiss, then she said "I was sad when Mike let Kylie go, swore never to fall for anyone who would just leave me, then you came along." I sighed and said "I don't know how to be a girlfriend." Lydia smiled, touched my nose, kissed my lips, then said "Yes you do, and aside from the minor hiccup moments ago, you have been a really awesome girlfriend." We both blushed, then Lydia purred very quietly "I mean you could pay more attention to me..." I asked "When we're at the beach house and it's just us? Could we...?" Lydia seriously blushed then said "We can go at your pace baby."

We got up, straightened our clothes, then Lydia opened her small purse and pulled out some cash. She said "Here's $400, just because." I blushed and asked "Because why?" She said "Well, I said we were going to go try on some lingerie. I didn't tell you where we were going to try it on, but it sure isn't VICTORIA'S SECRET."

I stood there as flames rolled across my body and did not understand why.

I swallowed and asked "Some... someone's going to watch us try on lingerie?" Lydia blushed "Yes, but it's supposed to be a surprise, and the good news is I will buy you whatever you like. Money is not an option." I swallowed again, moved to drink some water from the bottle on my nightstand, then pleaded with Lydia "Just a try on, right?" Lydia showed me her crossed fingers and said "Nothing will happen that you don't want to happen, I swear."

Again, I didn't feel better or relieved.

Lydia watched me put the cash in the lockbox with the rest, then said "I'll go with you when you get ready to deposit it. If I'm with you, no one down at the bank would dare even give you a funny look when you bring in that much cash." I sighed. With my bag in hand to spend the night at Lydia's beach house, mom hugged me, narrowed her eyes at Lydia, then said "I can get another idiot husband, a new car or even a house. Julie is all I have in this World." Dad smirked then said "I'll just go live with your sister" and mom huffed "You will not. The only woman who will ever sleep with you is me." Dad hugged me, kissed the top of my head again, then we left. Lydia said "Just leave your car here and ride with me. Also, Mike said after you used my UBER app for the ride this morning that I should put my info in your phone just in case."

Did not see that coming.

As we backed out, Lydia said "You're my girlfriend and I intend to spoil you."

Did not see that coming either.

I was looking at my phone while we drove and wondering what happened to Danny, but when I texted him "Hey? What happened?" he never replied. Odd. We pulled into a busy strip mall and parked in front of a store called ‘ILLUSIONS'. It was well lit, had mannequins in the windows with various sexy lingerie on them, and a small sign by the door that said "SPECIAL MEMBERS ONLY SALE." Inside, a beautiful tall redhead wearing nothing but thin, skimpy, sheer white lingerie greeted us and fawned all over Lydia.

Well, now I know where the lingerie from the other day came from.

Besides being hotter than actual fire, the redhead seemed to have no shame being at least seven eighths naked. Yeah, math again, sorry. On her tall, voluptuous body, the thin, sheer, skimpy lingerie did not cover much. At all. Lydia was holding the redhead with her arm around her and said "Holly, meet my girlfriend Julie."

I felt a sudden slap in the face of both irony and deja-vu.

I asked "Holly? I've never met a redhead named Holly?" She smiled and said "Well as far as I know, there are only two of us. My sister in name and hair color only lives down in Florida and manages a bikini store."

I looked around, but didn't see any cameras.

Easily 6' tall, maybe about 25 or 26 years old, Holly was in my mind the perfect female. Even though I was still getting used to being Lydia's girlfriend, just staring at Holly's fit, mostly naked body made me want to spend more time with her. I was unsure what to say, so I stood there feeling like the lesser of the three women. Then I stifled a grin at the thought that with Lydia having dark hair, me being blonde, and Holly having red hair, if a brunette showed up, we'd have the full collection.

I checked once more for cameras, but didn't see any.

Lydia touched my waist, kissed me softly, then asked "Are you okay? You sort of spaced there for a moment." I put my lips to her ear and whispered "Have you and Holly ever?" Lydia gripped my dress in her hands, it excited me for some reason, then she purred "No, I wish" into my ear. We were holding each other now, Lydia sighed, then Holly said "If you're ready babe, I have a good selection set up and the guys are waiting for the show to begin." I swallowed as Lydia stepped back and said "I'll need a tube of the lotion." Holly looked at me, smiled, then said very quietly, "The polite but pent up ones are the wildest." As I stood there seriously blushing, Lydia teased "Oh Red, you have no idea."

Now Holly looked at me like all the men had, as if I was about to get laid.

Damn.

I felt a range of conflicting emotions as Holly took my bag from me, put my phone in it, then went to the front counter. With an amazing smile, she came back and handed Lydia a tube of lotion that looked like what she had used on me a few times previously. The emotions came from seeing where Holly led us, which seemed to be some kind of stage. I felt that icky feeling creep slowly across and up my body as I looked at rows and piles of lingerie, most of it skimpier or less, then at the curtain across the stage where I just knew men were waiting to see me. Oh sorry, us. As if I wasn't already curiously drawn to Holly and her mostly naked masterpiece body, she stood there smiling and watching as Lydia and I undressed. Holly took our clothes, shoes and lingerie and put them in a large bin of sorts. She left with our clothes and stuff, put the bin behind the counter where my bag and phone now were, came back, smiled at Lydia, then asked "Just the lotion and we're all set?"

Lydia smiled, began rubbing the lotion all over my naked body, and I felt sheer warm bliss within seconds, followed by arousal within moments. I was happy, care free and somewhat horny as Lydia kissed me softly then said "So here's how it's going to work. Each pair of lingerie that you try on, you stand there, turn, pose and flirt. They will bid on it, and the winner pays for two sets, one for their significant other, and one set for you. You get to keep every set that sells. Plus, you can earn tips for photos, flirting, who knows what." I felt a moan bubbling and swallowed as I stepped closer to Lydia, exhaled slowly, then whispered "I'm about to get laid, huh?"

She held my face in her hand, smiled, then said "Very likely."

How do I keep getting into these situations?

And always for money, too.

Lydia seemed dazed as she purred "My Kylie did four of these. She liked the first one so much she asked to do another. Holly sold a lot of lingerie thanks to Kylie." Holly smiled and said "Renee still calls me to do a try on." I blinked. Who was Renee? Lydia handed me a thin, sheer, light pink set that was really kind of pointless, slipped into a pretty orange set of lingerie that looked amazing on her, then kissed me warmly as I was pulling the thong into place. She said "Relax, don't overthink, and we can order whatever you want to be delivered when we get to the beach house."

I exhaled, nodded, then asked myself, "What's the worst that could happen?"

Once I had the sheer light pink set on, Holly pressed a button, the curtain parted then drew back, and I froze. 8 men. EIGHT MEN! Besides Brett, Carl and John, Jeff and Danny were there with Mike. Well, now I knew where Danny was. I didn't know the other two men and held my breath. Six of the eight men had all had their way with me. Mike, Danny and Jeff, a few times now. Plus, didn't Brett, John and Carl have somewhere to be? Who were the other two men?

Time seemed to stop as I stood there pretty much naked and stared at the two new guys. One was tall, maybe late 20's, had shoulder length black hair, gray eyes, and seemed to be an athlete or maybe a body builder. The other man was shorter, maybe 5' 8", no more than 30, and looked more like a lawyer or accountant. Mike said again, "There's my girl" and I just wanted to cry. I forced a smile, tried to pose and flirt, but was surprised when the shorter accountant said "I'll take it." Mike whispered something to him, he blinked as he stared at me, then said "$20 bucks for a photo with Julie." I already had a bad, lousy, icky feeling about all of this, everything. Then I saw both Holly and Lydia were dressed now, both of them in pretty short sleeved, knee length dresses that fit them.

Damn.

Did Lydia trick me?

The accountant came up onto the stage, seemed really nervous, and said "Hi, I'm Joe." We hugged, he smelled like vanilla, and then he slipped his arm around my side and smiled as the same man from the pool party cookout took our photo. I really had a bad feeling. Joe whispered, "My God you are beautiful" then got down off the stage and high fived most of the guys. Something about them high fiving and celebrating me being mostly naked crossed a wire or something because I could feel an orgasm looming. No one had touched me, but I felt a full body wave of warmth and held my breath.

One moan in this room and I would get fucked for sure.

Yeah, I used the word ‘fucked'.

Thankfully, aside from leers and comments, I tried on a slinky red set and then a sheer white set like what Holly had on and what I had worn the other day. Both sets sold, the red to Brett and the white to the other new guy who told me his name was Blake then forced a kiss on me. The good news other than paying for a photo and staring creepily at me, Brett was chill. I had stood behind the drawn back curtain each time to change lingerie. Each set I tried on ended up with wet panties because ick or not, this was overwhelming me and exciting me for some strange reason. Plus Lydia had rubbed my entire body with that secret lotion. Mike shouted to Holly that they had taken a collection and she asked "What for?" Mike came over to where I was, asked if I needed some more lotion, and then I froze with fear.

I knew it.

Somehow I knew the lotion was some kind of aphrodisiac.

Before I could answer, both he and Lydia unclasped the bra and peeled down the panties Blake had just bought. I stood there unable to move or think as now I was completely naked where all the men could see me. Mike said to Holly "I just collected $900 bucks from the guys and will put $200 in for myself. We want Julie to change where we can see her, rather than behind the curtain."

Oh no.

As he said that, Lydia was rubbing the lotion onto my naked body and I was overwhelmed as her hands rubbed my breasts and nipples. I closed my eyes, fought to suppress it, but a long, deep moan escaped my lips. Worse, when I moaned, Lydia slipped her hand down to my pussy, teased my lips with her fingers, and I had nothing left as I gasped "Fuck me."

... absolutely to be continued.

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