The Sweet Slut in Training By DL Sloan Chapter One: Between a rock and a

hard place

  Valarie Evans slammed the door shut and sprinted to the kitchen,

grabbing a bottle of water and chugging it as quickly as she could. She

could still taste the bitter, salty stuff in her mouth and she wanted it

out. She stripped off her thin shirt on her way to the shower. She hoped

the warm, soapy water would wash away her shame, but it was still there

even as she toweled off and put on her warm cotton winter pajamas, even

though it was still mid-morning. She felt cold and vulnerable and exposed,

but mostly ashamed at what she had just done. She tried watching TV,

reading a book and surfing on the Internet, but her mind kept flashing back

to what happened.

  Just a month ago, she had a boyfriend, was still living in Scotland, had

graduated with honors from a prestigious university and was the good girl

she had been all her life. Now, she had no boyfriend, she was living in

the United States and the sticky wet spots on her couch reminded her that

she was anything but a sweet innocent girl anymore.

  Valarie was 23 and certainly had had sex before, but only a few times

with boyfriends. It was never wild or rough or adventurous, unless you

called giving your boyfriend a blowjob in the car in front of his parents'

house adventurous. She had thought it was incredibly exciting and

dangerous at the time, but now, five years later, she knew there was much

she didn't know about sex. And after tonight, she wasn't sure she wanted

to learn. Or did she?

  It all started a little over a month ago when Valarie's boyfriend,

Sebastian, announced he was moving to New Zealand for his job with an

international software company. He said it had always been his dream.

Valarie was disappointed to lose him, but knew in her heart that they would

never have lasted anyway. They parted on good terms and Sebastian even

helped her when she decided to follow his lead and her dream of moving to

the United States. She had always wanted to go. She dreamed of being a

lawyer in some big-city law firm, sending criminals to jail and championing

the common man.

  She had the grades and credentials to succeed, she believed, and decided

to move to the States in hopes of working in a law firm and perhaps

applying for law school. Sebastian had a friend in the States named Roy.

They had been friends as teenagers before Roy moved to the States to live

with his dad. Valarie was especially excited to learn that Roy was a

lawyer at a firm in Baltimore. It was too good to be true.

  Sebastian called Roy and Roy agreed to meet Valarie at the airport and

help her get settled. He didn't have a job for her, but he had contacts

and would help her look. Despite knowing she would miss home, she jumped

at the chance. She didn't own much, so packing was easy. Just her clothes

and a few books and pictures and she was ready. She knew as her plane took

off that she was in for the adventure of a lifetime. Little did she know

just how adventurous it would actually be.

  It all started well enough. Roy met her at the airport and Valarie

found him to be quite charming and sweet. He was six feet tall with sandy

colored hair and lean, athletic body. Valarie knew that Roy was probably

about 27, the same age as Sebastian.

  Roy greeted her with a smile and a quick glance up and down her body,

the sort of look Valarie had learned to expect from men. Valarie was 5

feet, 6 inches tall with striking hazel eyes and silky black hair that hung

straight down to her shoulders. She was trim, with a curvy 34B-28-36 body

that featured long, silky smooth legs and a firm round ass. Her breasts

were average size and a nice round shape that seemed to fit perfectly in a

man's palm. She was fit and trim and in her prime. She was tantalizingly

firm in some places and deliciously supple and soft in others. The

daughter of French Canadian and Scottish parents, her dark features

included lightly tanned skin that accentuated her curves, particularly the

shape of her long, toned legs and her flat tummy. She was the type of

woman who got more beautiful the longer you looked at her. She didn't have

the brazen beauty of a supermodel, but her eyes melted many a heart, her

smile lit up a room and her ass in motion was pure joy to watch.

  Valarie knew she was attractive, but her looks weren't overwhelming or

intimidating to men. She appealed to them with her tight body, stunning

eyes and smile and genuinely sweet nature. She was the sort of girl who

you could take home proudly to mom, but who would also make every other guy

in the room at a party jealous.

  All that combined with her intelligence and Valarie seemingly had the

world at her feet. There was little doubt she would have a great career,

marry a handsome man with an equally great career and they would have

beautiful children and a gorgeous house. That's how life worked for women

like Valarie Evans. Most of the time.

  Roy proved to be a gentleman, carrying her bags to his SUV and opening

the door for her.

  "I can't thank you enough for helping me like this," Valarie said in her

Scottish accent that only made her seem cuter. "Sebastian said you were a

great guy."

  "Happy to do it," Roy said. "I gotta give you credit. It has to be

pretty intimidating to come to a new country and not really know anyone or

even have a place to stay. I admire that. Shows a lot of charcter."

  "Thanks," Valarie said, blushing slightly. She felt warm and realized

she had overdressed. It was a warm spring day and Roy was wearing khaki

shorts, sandals and a polo shirt. She, on the other hand, was wearing

jeans that hugged her ass nicely and a short-sleeved sweater. "Um, I hate

to ask, but do you think we could stop somewhere where I could change

clothes? I didn't realize it would be so warm here."

  "No problem," Roy said as they merged onto the freeway. "But it will be

a few minutes and we don't have a lot of time to find you an apartment

today. If you want, you can climb in the back and change there. I promise

I won't spy on you."

  "Oh," Valarie nodded. She weighed her options quickly. She didn't want

to seem rude by saying she'd rather wait. He seemed very nice and it's not

like he was going to molest her right here on the freeway. He was

Sebastian's friend, which made him her friend, too. Plus, she'd still have

her underwear on and it would only take a second. And she really was too

warm for this weather. "Thanks. I'll be right back."

  She unbuckled and crawled between the captain's chair style seats into

the back of the SUV, well aware that her ass was right next to his face for

a few seconds while she tried to wriggle into the back. He said he

wouldn't look, but Valarie knew any man would find it difficult to pass on

such a golden opportunity. Thinking about it, she actually slowed down,

making sure he had time for a good look. He'd been nice to her, the least

she could do was give him a little chance to ogle. Plus, she knew her ass

was one of her best features, so if that helped make a good first

impression, so be it.

  The ass show continued, she realized, when she leaned over the back seat

and fumbled through her suitcases, trying to find some other clothes. All

Roy had to do was adjust the rearview mirror and he could take a good long

look. Her jeans were tight and her ass round and firm, so she knew it

would be a nice view.

  Finally she found some white athletic shorts that she liked to wear when

she played soccer or jogged and a canary yellow tank top that stopped at

her belly button. She made no effort to rush or hide herself, but she

didn't put on a show either. The car swerved suddenly and Roy blurted,

"Sorry." Valarie just grinned and said, "Not distracted by anything are

you?"

  "No, not at all," Roy joked, knowing he had been busted. "I have hot

girls getting naked in the backseat of my car all the time."

  "I'm hardly naked," Valarie said, sliding back into the front seat next

to him, her shorts and tank top now in place. She had replaced her socks

and tennis shoes with a nice pair of open-toed sandals with a two-inch heel

that was just enough to give her calves that extra curve guys seemed to

like. Valarie wasn't trying to attract Roy - he was Sebastian's friend and

that would be weird - but she still wanted to put her best foot - and other

body parts - forward.

  "OK," Roy said, "I've got five places that I picked out to try for an

apartment. These are places that met your price range and had a room

available immediately. If none of these work, we'll find you a hotel for

the night or something."

  "I'm sure one of them will be fine," Valarie said. "I'm not too picky

and I don't need much room. I have nothing but those bags in the back."

  "Yeah, and I have a couch for you. Once you get your place, I'll bring

it over," Roy said, referring to a conversation he'd had with Sebastian.

He'd told his friend that he was selling his old couch and Sebastian

convinced him to give it to Valarie.

  The first three stops proved frustrating. One place was rundown and had

an odd smell. Another sat right on a very busy roadway and above a

nightclub. The third was OK, but Roy warned that the neighborhood wasn't

safe. Finally, the fourth one was a small building with a total of 12

units. It wasn't in great shape, but it wasn't rundown either. It was in

a decent neighborhood and the offer of a free first month convinced Valarie

that this was the right place.

  The landlord had been unavailable, but his assistant, a pleasant elderly

woman, had made the arrangements and Valarie moved in immediately. While

she walked to a nearby Wal-Mart to stock up on some essentials, Roy

returned to his house to pick up the couch. When he returned, he and

Valarie carried it up the stairs to her apartment. On the way, Valarie's

shorts caught on a nail in the railing outside the building and ripped up

the side, all the way to the waist band.

  Once they set the couch down in her apartment, she looked at her leg to

assess the damage. Roy was looking too. And they both saw her white

bikini panties underneath her shorts and the outside of her ass cheek.

  "Guess these are ruined," Valarie shrugged.

  "Yeah, you might as well go ahead and take them off right now," Roy

joked, glad to hear her laughing right along with him.

  "Sebastian warned me that you were a naughty boy," Valarie teased. "I

didn't believe him, but now I'm not so sure."

  Roy stayed a few minutes longer, helping her settle in. He gave her his

phone number and told her to call if she needed anything. He also gave her

a list of local law firms to contact about a job.

  In the weeks since, Roy had checked on her a couple of times and Valarie

had been almost embarrassed to report that she had found no jobs at law

firms and was working at the Wal-Mart by her apartment to help pay the

bills. She didn't tell him that she had spent almost all her money on

essentials and didn't have a TV, car or any furniture besides her couch.

  At night, she would sit on her couch, surfing the web on her laptop.

Bored and lonely, she had searched some adult sites, finding the erotic

stories more interesting than the pictures. She'd read a good story, then

put on one of her favorite silky nighties and lay back on the couch, gently

touching herself, stroking her breasts. She'd cup them, hold them firmly,

then ever-so-gently pinch her nipples, which hardened under her warm, soft

hands.

  She let her hands trail down her sides and flat tummy, over her thighs,

then between her legs. She rubbed her hands over the carefully trimmed

landing strip of dark hair, parting her lips with her long, delicate

fingers. She stroked them gently over her pussy lips and rubbed in circles

around her wet, swollen clit. Her mind flashed pictures of men. No one

man in particular. Just handsome men with chiseled features, hard chests

and strong yet gentle hands. She imagined those strong hands stroking her

breasts, kissing her neck, rubbing her ass and stroking her thighs. She

imagined a rigid, pulsing cock, dripping with pre-cum, parting her sweet

pussy lips and stroking her velvety pussy all night long.

  Valarie would touch herself like this for close to an hour sometimes,

stoking her fire a little bit at a time until finally she came. She was

always careful not to cry out too loud, for fear of alerting the neighbors

through the thin walls. Instead, she would pant and sigh and moan as the

waves of pleasure passed through her body. Then, every night, she'd take

off her panties and nighty and use them to clean herself and the couch,

then she'd curl up nude under a warm blanket and sleep the rest of the

night.

  Her first month in the U.S. had been eye-opening, but despite the fact

that she had little money, possessions or a job, she felt free and

independent and confident that she had made the right move. She scrimped

and saved her pennies as the first month came to a close, taking as many

hours at the store as she could, trying to make sure she could pay the

rent. The day before the rent was due, she happily dropped a check in the

landlord's mail slot. She had paid it on time, in full and still had about

$50 left over from her last check. It wasn't much, but she could feed

herself and maybe even rent a few DVDs to watch on her laptop.

  The next morning - a Thursday -- she awoke to a loud pounding on the

door. Hurriedly, she grabbed her outfit from the night before. Feeling

particularly naughty, she had worn only a sheer white shirt with buttons

that went from the collar to between her breasts. She slipped it on, not

taking time to button the buttons, knowing full well her cleavage was on

display and a hint her light nipples could be seen through the shirt. The

shirt was long enough to just barely cover her ass. She looked for a pair

of shorts or panties nearby, but could find none. The man at the door was

yelling now and she realized it was Mr. Porter, the landlord.

  She had only met him a couple of times. He didn't seem particularly

nice. He was in his 40s, she guessed and had a roughness to him she didn't

like. He chewed tobacco, had a scruffy beard and smelled like he had just

come from a mechanic's garage. Obviously, the idiot hadn't checked the

slot to realize she had already paid the rent. Well, she'd just open the

door a crack and tell him and get rid of him. She wrapped her blanket

around her and shuffled to the door with only the sheer shirt on. She

clutched the blanket tightly and opened the door a crack, peering around at

him.

  She was surprised when he put his hand on the door and pushed it open.

She stepped back. She had no choice but to let him in. She clutched her

blanket even more tightly as Porter looked at her and frowned.

  "What's this?" he demanded, waving her check in her face.

  "The rent," Valarie said. "Did I not put it in the right place?"

  "You put it in the right place, you just didn't pay enough," Porter

said.

  "Not enough?" Valarie frowned. "But it's the amount your assistant

said. I have the contract ..."

  "Yes, it's the right amount for one month, but you owe for two," Porter

said, spitting a wad of tobacco juice in her sink.

  "Two? I thought the first month was free."

  "Not free," Porter spat again. "Nothing's free, honey. It just meant

you didn't have to pay until the first month was over. Now, you owe for

last month and next month. Got another check for me?"

  "No, I don't," Valarie said shakily. "Look, Mr. Porter, I'm terribly

sorry. I misunderstood. I don't have enough money for two months' rent

right now. I am working as many hours as I can, though, so I will pay you

soon."

  "How soon?"

  "Two weeks?" Valarie said, hopefully.

  "Not soon enough," Porter said. "Pack your shit and get out. You have

until noon."

  He started toward the door, but Valarie stopped him. "Wait, I ... I

don't have anywhere to go. I don't have a car to move my things."

  "Not my problem," Porter said.

  "There must be some mistake," Valarie said, frustrated and scared now.

"Is there any way I can get a little more time? Maybe do some work around

the complex. Clean rooms or something?"

  "Don't need any more cleaning staff," Porter said. "But I feel bad for

you - new to the country and all. I tell you what, I'll give you one more

night to get out. You have until noon tomorrow. All you have to do is

give me a blowjob."

  Valarie was so struck by his words that she didn't realized what he was

saying at first. Then it hit her. "No way," Valarie said angrily.

  "Fine, out by noon," Porter shrugged, moving toward the door. "Anything

you can't take with you, you lose. Leave me some of your panties, will

you?" He chuckled and walked out the door.

  Frantically, Valarie called Roy, but got no answer. She remembered he

said he was going out of town to a conference. When did he say he'd be

back? She couldn't remember.

  She looked at her bank statement and through her purse. She didn't have

enough for even half of another month's rent. What would she do? She

couldn't be on the streets with no money. Plus, she'd only be able to

salvage a few things.

  It quickly became apparent that she really had only one option. She

called Porter and said "OK".

  "OK, what?" Porter teased. Valarie realized he wanted to hear her say

it.

  "OK, I was hoping you would do me the honor of letting me suck your

cock," Valarie blurted it out, hoping that saying it quickly would make it

less revolting.

  "Well, since you asked so nicely..." the phone clicked and a few minutes

later, he knocked on the door. Valarie opened it. She was still wearing

only her shear white shirt, unbuttoned and nothing else. She had dropped

the blanket and stood before him, nearly nude, completely vulnerable and

ready to do what she had to do to have a place to sleep tonight. What

tomorrow would bring, she didn't know, but she'd figure that out later.

  "I thought you looked like the type who couldn't turn down a nice cock,"

Porter teased as if he had the greatest gift to women tucked in his pants.

He pulled them down and waggled his soft cock at her. "Come and get it,

slut."

  Valarie nearly told him to go to hell, but thought better of it and

dropped to her knees. She crawled on her hands and knees over to him,

sitting up in front of him, looking at his cock. She had given Sebastian a

few blowjobs and enjoyed pleasing him that way. She didn't think she would

enjoy this. Sebastian often came quickly and she hoped Mr. Porter would

too.

  She wrapped her mouth around his cock, not wanting to lick it any more

than she had to. She began sucking right away and felt him harden quickly.

He was calling her names like slut and bitch and whore, but she blocked it

out, focused solely on getting him off and out of her apartment.

  He had his hands on the back of her head and was actually fucking her

throat. Sebastian had always been more gentle. He would warn her when he

was going to cum and she'd catch it and spit it out into a napkin. She

found out soon enough that Porter was having none of that. He hammered his

cock in her mouth, making her jaws and neck ache and her eyes water. She

hated him. He came in her mouth and held her head firm. She tried to pull

away and spit it out, but he wouldn't let her. He pinched her nose shut

and said, "Swallow, bitch." Valarie knew she had no choice and, frankly,

anything that got his vile seed off her tongue was a welcome option. She

swallowed, instantly feeling sick to her stomach. Porter wiped his cock

clean in her silky black hair, leaving streaks of cum in it. Then he

pulled up his pants and looked down at her, "Tomorrow, the price goes up to

pussy if you want another night. Otherwise, I need a check or you're out

by noon. I'll be here at 9 a.m. You wanna fuck again, wear something

nice."

  Now, Valarie sat huddled on her lone couch in her warm pajamas,

wondering what to do. She had to go to work in an hour. Should she call

in sick and go apartment hunting? She didn't even have a car. Plus, she

needed the money. No, she had to go to work. If only she could get in

touch with Roy. She was sure that he could help. She hated to ask for

money, but it was far better than what she had just done.

  Just then, her phone rang. It was Roy, thank heaven! "Roy!" she

answered hopefully.

  "Yeah, did you just call a little bit ago?"

  "Yes, yes," Valarie said, on the verge of tears.

  "Sorry, I was checking in at the airport," he said. "I'm getting ready

to fly back from that conference."

  "You are?" Valarie was so happy. "I hate to ask, but I really need your

help. Can you please come by as soon as you land?"

  "Of course," Roy said. "What's wrong?"

  "I'll explain when you get here," Valarie said, too shaken up to tell

him the story.

  By the time Roy arrived five hours later, Valarie had calmed herself

down, using her strong mind and will to keep her focused on the task -

finding a new apartment. Matter-of-factly, she told Roy everything that

had happened and what Porter had made her do.

  "I'll take care of this right now," Roy said. He was clearly angry and

ready to fight. While Valarie would have loved nothing more than to see

Porter get what was coming to him, there was no time. Even if Roy

straightened things out, she didn't want to stay here one more night.

  "Please, just let it go," Valarie pleaded.

  "OK, I'll drop it for now, but some day, I'll get him back," Roy said.

"Look, I'm supposed to go into work and check in. Why don't you come with

me and we can ask the guys if they have any suggestions for where you can

go?"

  "I'll take any help I can get," Valarie said. "Oh, do I need to change

into something nicer?"

  Valarie was wearing a pair of denim cutoff shorts that fit tightly

around her ass and thighs and came down just past the bottom of her ass

cheeks. She had on a white halter top that pushed her breasts together.

Her bikini style panties were also white.

  "You look fine," Roy said. "After all, you don't work there."

  "OK," Valarie said. Normally, she would have put on some sandals, but

she decided that some white pumps would at least make her look a little

more stylish.

  Valarie had never been to Roy's office, but knew he was the youngest

staff person at Travers and Nelson. Roy, whose last name was Gordon, had

yet to earn partner status, but certainly seemed well on his way. From

Roy's description it was a small place with just the three attorneys and a

part-time assistant to handle filing and paperwork. They specialized in

corporate law and worked with a small but select group of high-priced

clients. It sounded a little boring to Valarie, who saw herself in a

courtroom arguing cases. But still, she was excited to meet more

real-life, successful lawyers who might be able to help her in her career

endeavors.

  Roy introduced her to them all. Bill Travers was the senior member. At

age 50, he was handsome with silvery hair and a warm smile. Jim Nelson was

in his mid 30s and was the picture of tall, dark and handsome. All of them

were single, no doubt due to the long hours required by a top-notch lawyer,

Valarie thought.

  They all greeted her warmly and listened with genuine interest and

concern as Roy described her situation, leaving out the incident with Mr.

Porter. They through out various suggestions on places to stay, but

finally it was Roy who said, "I have an idea. Valarie, could you excuse us

for a minute. I need to speak with these guys alone."

  Valarie went out into the lobby area, picking up a magazine and trying

to focus on a story, all the while wondering what they could possibly be

discussing. Was Roy going to get her a job here? Oh, that would be

fantastic. And maybe they'd give her an advance on her pay and she could

go get an apartment. Oh, she hoped it was true.

  She was surprised at how long it took and envisioned Roy in there,

battling for her, trying to convince these men to give her a chance. When

Roy came to get her a few minutes later with a big smile on his face, she

knew her hopes had come true.

  She practically skipped back into the office and joined the men at the

conference table. She noticed that they all were watching her more

intently now, eyes roving to places on her body that men like this were

usually more discreet about. She thought little of it. Let them look if

it gets me a job and a place to stay.

  "So, Valarie," Bill Travers said. As the head of the firm, it was no

surprise he was doing the talking. "Roy told us some more details about

your situation."

  Valarie grew wide-eyed and looked at Roy as if she'd been betrayed.

  "Now, before you get upset, he did it to help you and I think we can,"

Travers continued. "I think all five of us in this room have needs and

that we can help each other out."

  "If you're offering me a job, I'll take it," Valarie blurted out,

already forgetting about Roy's betrayal or how that played into the job

offer.

  "Well, I appreciate that, but I think there's more to it that you need

to know first," Travers said. "This job will pay you no money."

  "No money?" Valarie said, feeling hurt and cheated and like she had

wasted valuable time. "I can't do an internship, Mr. Travers. I have to

make money."

  "What exactly do you need money for?" he asked calmly.

  "Well, rent, food, a car, bills, clothes," Valarie said.

  "What if you didn't have to pay a cent for any of those things?"

  "What are you saying?" Valarie asked.

  "I'm saying, we are offering you a job here that will pay nothing in

cash, but will cover all your expenses," Travers said. "Not only that, but

your lifestyle will improve significantly. Fine dining, plush

accommodations, trips to exotic locations, designer clothing."

  "You'll pay for all that if I work here?" Valarie said. "But, I'll

still need some cash, won't I?"

  "What for?" Travers said. "All your costs will be covered"

  "OK," Valarie said slowly. "Why can't you guys just pay me in money?"

  "Because too much money might give you ideas about leaving, and we want

a commitment from you, since we're taking a pretty big risk and taking on a

lot personal expense. You see, the trade we're offering isn't about money

and it isn't about jobs, it's about lifestyle. We're offering you a

first-class lifestyle. Us, well, we like to live a life where we work hard

and play hard. It's hard to find time for relationships. Sometimes, you

don't want a relationship, you just want a pretty young woman on your arm

when you go to dinner and on your cock when you get home.

  "Oh my god," Valarie gasped. "You all want me to be some sort of call

girl for you?"

  "Something like that, but I would prefer to call you a `Personal

Assistant'," Travers said matter-of-factly.

  "Where would I live?" Valarie frowned, hardly believing she was

considering this.

  "With us," Travers said. "We all have very nice homes. You will

alternate between the three of us, living at a different place each day.

That works out to twice a week for each of us, plus one day left over,

which will be your day of rest. That day, you'll get to stay in your own

place - perhaps a nice hotel - by yourself."

  "And you'll have a car, clothes and eat at nice restaurants with us,"

Roy interjected.

  "And what do I have to do for you?" Valarie asked.

  "Well, there would be limits, of course," Travers said. "Nothing rough

or violent or anything like that. But, within the realm of what you would

consider normal sexual activity, you would be required to do whatever we

want, whenever we want."

  "What made you think I would even consider this?" Valarie asked, still

angry and confused. "Just because I gave my landlord a blowjob doesn't

mean I'm willing to do anything just for a place to live. I'm not a

whore."

  "Of course not," Travers said calmly. "We don't think you are at all.

On the contrary, we think you are quite bright and charming and we really

admire your strong character. It took guts to move here on your own with

little more than the clothes on your back. It took guts to give your

landlord a blowjob, too. We know you didn't like it and weren't trying to

be a whore. We know you have class and style."

  "Thank you," Valarie said. "But if I'm so great, then why do I have to

do all this?"

  "Because we also know you're desperate and don't have a lot of options,"

Travers said, his honesty stunning to Valarie. "You're a beautiful young

woman, which means you have something we want. And we can offer you

everything you don't have - job experience, a place to live, a car,

clothes, food and safety."

  "Safety?" Valarie scoffed.

  "Yes, safety," Travers said. "As you've already scene, America can be a

dangerous place for a young woman with no assets other than her body. But

with us, you will not be harmed or degraded. You will be expected to be

eye candy and a source for stress relief in the office and an invaluable

distraction from work away from it. But always, you will be safe."

  "And you said job experience? How will this help me in my career?"

Valarie asked.

  "Well, let me start by explaining that it will not be sex all day long

here in the office," Travers said. "We work very hard here for long hours.

Our days are busy and intense. I would say 90 percent of your day here

will be performing actual legal work - filing, answering calls, preparing

documents, managing our databases and our billing. We get paid based on

billable hours, and I can't bill for my time while you're sucking my cock.

So, any sexual activity will be a short, sweet stress relief. Now, that

doesn't mean we won't expect you to dress up as some nice eye candy for us.

The vast majority of our clients are men. They come by infrequently, but

when they do, they will appreciate a pretty face as well.

  "Now, where your responsibilities would change a little bit would be

when we're on trips, such as the conference Roy just attended. If you were

to accompany him, obviously a good portion of your day and night would be

spent performing other duties."

  "But I still don't see how this helps me with a career," Valarie said.

  "We are a small but very powerful firm," Travers said. "I assure you

that a year of experience from Travers and Nelson will serve you well. I

can guarantee it will be the extra piece you need to get into law school.

We also have many contacts who will be impressed and ready to hire such a

well-trained young woman at an entry-level position."

  "Did you say a year?" Valarie asked.

  "Yes, one year," Travers said. "That will give you time to learn and us

time to get to know you very well. After a year, we'll see what happens.

Who knows, you might want to stay."

  "No way," Valarie said.

  "Don't be so sure," Travers said softly. "Certain lifestyles can be

very addictive. It would be hard for you to go back to a tiny, dirty

apartment, living paycheck to paycheck after a year of living like we do.

Trust me, you will have a great time."

  Valarie looked at them each, right in their eyes, looking for some signs

of a joke or deceit or malance. Nothing but honest, handsome, friendly

eyes returned her gaze.

  "I don't get it," she said. "You are all attractive, extremely

successful men. Why do you need me? I'm sure you have no problem getting

women."

  "True, we can get women," Nelson spoke up for the first time. "But as

you know, there is a great time demand on us here. It's a high-level,

high-stress job. A lot of times, women want us to be home more or do more

things with them. They want more of our time. Or they only want our

money. Bill and I are both divorced and Roy, well, he plays the field

pretty well. But there are lot of games and lot of strings and a lot of

times all you really want is a nice dinner companion and some good sex. No

complications. You want to work in law, so you understand the time

involved and we're all being open about the money, so there are no

squabbles there. This gives us what we want in a very convenient and

extremely attractive package."

  "You don't want to fall in love, get married again?"

  "Not really. I love work, sports and sailing," Nelson said. "Add a hot

young babe to the mix and I'm a happy camper."

  Valarie didn't know what to say. She didn't know what to do. She was

stunned by their offer and their frank comments. She had no doubt they

were very honest about what they were proposing. But still, could she

really trust them? And could she go from being sweet Valarie to a slutty

Valarie?

  "I'm sure you have a lot to think about," Travers said. "How about we

do this: Roy is going to take you to a very nice hotel. We have a lot of

out-of-town clients and we have an agreement with a 5-star hotel downtown.

You'll have a room there tonight. Feel free to order room service, enjoy

the spa, have a drink at the bar - it will all be charged to your room. We

will not question your expenses. Think it over tonight, and if you're

interested, come back tomorrow and we'll have a formal interview."

  "Interview? I thought you were already offering me the job."

  "Well, essentially we are," Travers said. "But no one is hired without

an interview, background check and drug test. Plus, I want to learn more

about your legal skills and your sexual experience and opinions. Come

prepared with a list of questions you have for us as well. Consider this a

partnership where we all have an equal stake. I don't take lightly the

sacrifices we are asking you to make, but please don't take lightly what we

are risking and what we are offering. It is substantial on both sides."

  "OK," Valarie said. "If I come back, what time should I be here?"

  "Call Roy by 8:30 and he'll pick you up," Travers said. "And think

about the position and job requirements we have talked about. Your attire

will demonstrate to us much of your understanding of what we are asking of

you."

  With that, they all shook her hand and Roy took her to the hotel. In

the car, she asked him why he had told them about the incident with the

landlord and he said he thought it showed her mental toughness and resolve.

  "This job will require you to be strong mentally," Roy said. "There

will be a lot of demands on you, both at work and away from it. Your

actions coming here and dealing with the landlord and living with almost

nothing impressed everyone. Nelson and Travers have high standards for

women. They wouldn't settle for any common slut or whore. They don't see

you that way. Understand?"

  "But they want to use me that way, right?" Valarie demanded.

  "In a way, I suppose. But it's all in how you look at it. You will be

well taken care of, wined and dined. Taken on trips, given a car. It's

not like anyone's going to beat you up or slap you around. And you said

yourself, we're all attractive. I hate to sound arrogant, but there are a

lot of women who would probably jump at this opportunity. You were chosen

because we all think you're special."

  Valarie didn't know whether to believe him or not, but she thanked him

anyway.

  Roy dropped her off at the hotel. It was the most luxurious hotel she

had ever seen. It only got better when she realized they were putting her

up in a penthouse suite. She couldn't imagine how much it cost.

  "I'm going to go to your apartment and pack your things and bring them

here," Roy said. "I don't want you going back there ever again. And don't

worry about the couch. Even if you decide not to take the job offer, I

will get you a new one."

  "Thank you," Valarie said. "I think I might lie down and take a nap, if

you don't mind. This has all been a lot to take."

  "No problem," Roy said.

  Valarie drank a bottle of water from the mini bar, then stripped down to

her panties and lay in the huge king-sized bed. The sheets felt so soft

and clean against her skin. She had never laid in such luxury. She peeled

off her panties and let the soft sheets caress her naked body and send her

into a deep sleep. She awoke to the sound of someone in the other room and

bolted up in bed.

  "Hey, just me," Roy called. "Brought your stuff back." He poked his

head in the bedroom and Valarie quickly jerked the sheet up over her bare

breasts, but failed to cover the bare thigh that was uncovered on the side

of the bed closest to him. His eyes flashed to her long, toned leg. "Have

a good nap?" he asked.

  "Yes," she said. "Thank you. I, uh, could you give me a minute,

please?"

  "Of course," Roy said. Then he bent over and picked up her panties,

holding them up by one finger, admiring how tiny and soft they were. "Need

these?" he smiled.

  "Um, yeah, thanks," Valarie said, blushing.

  "I'll be out here," Roy said. "Take your time."

  Valarie dressed quickly and joined Roy in the other room, happy to see

all her things, including her clothes and computer. "I talked to Bill and

if you decide to accept the offer, you can just keep everything here," Roy

said. "This will become your permanent place. Even though you'd only stay

here once a week, you could keep all your things here."

  "They won't rent out the room to anyone else?"

  "We have a very good deal with this hotel," Roy said. "The only guests

staying here would be our guests and we would know in advance so we could

remove anything you didn't want to leave behind. There's a storage closet

on the other side of the bathroom that can only be opened with a separate

key. You can put all your things in there when you need to."

  "This would be my place?" Valarie said, hardly able to believe it. Just

this morning she was in a dingy apartment that she could barely afford.

Now she could move up to something like this? It was overwhelming.

  "Yes," Roy said. "Like Bill said, nothing but first-class all the way.

Something to think about, isn't it?"

  "It sure is," Valarie said.

  "I better go," Roy said. "You think about everything. Call me by 8:30

if you want to come for the interview. And don't forget to think about how

you dress."

  "Any suggestions?"

  "You'll figure it out," Roy smiled. He left and Valarie slowly began

unpacking her things, studying each item of clothing, trying to think what

she should wear. It was then that she realized what she was thinking

about. Had she already made up her mind that she was doing this? For a

whole year? She pictured each of them, all handsome and professional.

They were so confident, but not cocky. Just in control and powerful. Very

sexy indeed. Then she thought about the landlord. She thought about her

old apartment versus this luxurious room. She thought about her old job

running a cash register versus a job with a prestigious law firm. She

thought about riding the bus versus driving her own car. She thought about

scratching enough money for some crackers and macaroni and cheese versus

dining at the finest restaurants in town. She thought about watching DVDs

on her computer versus seeing Broadway-style plays and concerts. She

thought about not taking the offer versus taking it. The choice was clear.

  She began looking in earnest through her clothes, debating what to wear

for her interview. She wanted to impress them with the class and

professionalism they said they admired, but also wanted to show them that

she understood that looking sexy was a major part of the job. Slutty and

classy in the same outfit was a tough look to pull off. Finally, after

trying several outfits and modifying some, she settled on one.

  She hadn't eaten all day and ordered a large meal from room service for

dinner. She was surprised at how comfortable she was with her decision.

She felt relief and excitement, but not fear or angst. Valarie had great

instincts, and her instincts told her this was right.

  After dinner, she took a long bubble bath in a tub that many people

would consider a swimming pool. It was huge! She added some bath oil to

the water and came out with her skin feeling soft and sleek. All the talk

about sex and now the realization that she was about to turn her body over

to three handsome men who would share her for the next year had her very

aroused. She was excited, happy and felt warm all over.

  She thought about turning on her computer and finding a story about a

nice girl who turns into a hot little slut in the hands of the right men,

who help her understand and explore and use her sexuality. Those were the

stories she liked. She identified most with the girls who were basically

sweet and nice and innocent, but found that inner slutty, naughty side and

learned to be a little of both. She stopped short of turning on the

computer, though, when she realized that she was about to become that girl

in real life. She didn't need fiction and fantasy. Her reality was about

to beat those hands down.

  She slipped on a silky pink see-through nighty that hung down to her

hips. It came with a matching thong, and she put this on too. She lay in

bed and rubbed and cupped her breasts through the silky material, She

dipped her fingers inside her thong and stroked her pussy lips, then pulled

the soft material between her lips and used it to rub her clit. She

pictured her new men - Travers, Nelson and Roy. She thought first about

Roy's boyish good looks and broad smile. He was tall and she pictured him

with firm abs and a strong cock. She thought about Travers, the

well-groomed, handsome gentleman who knew what he wanted and took it. She

had no doubt he'd tell her what to do, how to do it and why should she be

enjoying it. Then she thought about Nelson. The man was a god. So

handsome, so strong. She just knew he had a rock-hard chest and solid

biceps. She had to admit that having sex with any of these men seemed like

it would be fun.

  Then she thought about them using her, showing her off in public,

dressing her in sexy dresses and taking her to dinners and shows. She

thought about them sitting at their desks while she crouched below them and

serviced them. She thought about them taking her two at a time. Maybe

even three! They wouldn't dare, would they? Her pussy was so wet now, her

nipples hard. She squeezed her breasts and rubbed her clit in little

circles. She pressed the soft sheets against her body and rubbed them

between her thighs. She curled her toes and stretched her legs, opening

them wider and wider. She thought about them taking her like this, legs

spread wide, pussy wet, nipples hard, and taking turns, fucking her all

night long, one after the other.

  Her imagination was running wild now and so were her juices. She was so

hot, so horny. Her fingers were working fast now, touching herself in just

the right spots and just the right way. She stroked her self and teased

herself with gentle pinches. She came with a single muted cry, "Oooh!" her

body tensing, then slowly relaxing in a state of sheer ecstasy.

  Even though it was midnight, she picked up the phone and called Roy.

"Come get me in the morning," she said. She swore she could here him

smiling through the phone. Little did he know that she was smiling too.

  The Sweet Slut in Training By DL Sloan Chapter Two: Learning the ropes

  The next morning, Valarie awoke still excited and happy about her

decision, though a little nervous now that it was about to become reality.

She wondered how long they would wait before they had sex with her, then

laughed at herself. They wouldn't wait. It was only a matter of hours

before they would make her their slut for the first time. It was a little

scary, but she was looking forward to it all the same. They had instilled

so much trust in her, made her feel so good about herself, both in terms of

her looks and her personality, she was confident and ready to prove to them

she was every bit as good as they thought she was. She didn't want to let

them down. How weird was that?

  She got dressed in the outfit she thought would show them she knew

exactly what they wanted from her. It was a little red cocktail dress she

had worn a few times on special dates with Sebastian and he had always

liked it. She picked it because she thought the red showed passion and

strength and confidence and everything else about the dress said sexy and

feminine. It was completely backless, so she wore no bra, of course. It

looped around her neck and dropped over her breasts in two separate red

panels that reconnected just above her belly button. It was purposely a

tight fit to prevent her breasts from falling out, but there was a good

view of her cleavage and her bare abs. She had always received compliments

on her back - and her ass, too, of course - and thought they would

appreciate that view as well.

  Since the dress fit snugly, it hugged her hips and ass, showing off her

curves. Her back was bare to just above her ass and the black g-string she

wore under the dress just barely peeked out over the top edge of the dress.

The bottom of the dress stopped about three inches past the bottom of her

ass cheeks, so she was showing lots of her long, sexy legs and could show

her ass and even her pussy simply by bending over. She wore four-inch

black stiletto heels - halfway between classy and stripper, she thought.

She knew her legs looked great in heels like this, and the mini dress

helped show them off perfectly. She wore no jewelry and very little

makeup. She kept her dark, soft hair down. She looked in the mirror,

pleased with what she saw. She saw sexy and suggestive, but not trashy.

She saw a confident woman in a dress that would be acceptable at a dinner

party or nice club. A little classy, a little slutty, very confident. She

hoped she was sending the right message.

  Roy met her in the lobby right at 8:30 and the heads turning in the

lobby as his eyes popped out of his head and jaw dropped told him that she

had made a good first impression. She smiled and said coyly, "What? Isn't

this appropriate lawyer attire?"

  "It sure is appropriate," Roy nodded. "Come on before you cause a heart

attack."

  Valarie climbed into his SUV, making no effort to keep her short dress

from riding up. She studied the list of questions she had prepared while

Roy drove. She noticed that he kept glancing over at her. She could feel

his eyes on her legs and her breasts. Soon enough, he'd be doing a lot

more than looking, she reminded herself. She felt hot and turned the air

up. Her nipples were hard and her pussy was beginning to smolder. She

closed her notebook and looked at Roy, studying his handsome face and

strong arms. She glanced down at his lap, wondering how big he was.

  Roy escorted her into the office and they found Nelson and Travers

waiting for them in the board room with it's handsome leather chairs and

mahogany table. First-class all the way, Valarie thought to herself.

  Roy pulled her chair out for her and she sat down, placing her

leather-bound notebook in front of her on the desk. She sat up straight,

hands on top of her notebook.

  "I'm glad you decided to take this next - and last step - in considering

our proposed partnership," Travers said. "And I think we all agree that

you absolutely nailed the look we had in mind. Absolutely stunning, yet

tasteful."

  "Thank you," Valarie said.

  "May I ask what you are wearing underneath the dress?" Travers asked.

  Valarie sensed there was more to this question than he was stating. She

had woken up early and played out the interview in her head. She kept

telling herself that she should be flattered, that they found her special,

unique. They had been unbelievably direct and honest and generous. They

had treated her with respect. She felt it was important to repay them at

least that much today. Be direct, honest and show them the boldness and

passion that had impressed them initially. Be bold, she told herself.

  "Of course you may, sir," she said. "I am wearing no bra, of course,

and yes, this dress does feel good on my nipples, which are a little hard

right now. I'm also wearing a black g-string, which I would be happy to

show you for your inspection."

  "Please do," Travers said, clearly pleased by her answer. It was clear

that she had a very good understanding of what they were proposing and had

given it a lot of thought. Travers suspected she had already made up her

mind.

  Valarie stood up and hiked up her dress, showing them the tiny patch of

silk black material covering her pussy mound. Then, she slowly turned

around and gave them the rear view, first standing up straight, then

bending at the waist and putting her hands on the arms of her chair. Her

pussy felt hot and moist and she wondered if her pussy lips were glistening

for them. She sort of hoped they were.

  "Very nice," Travers said. "You have done well. You may be seated."

  Valarie sat back down, resuming her straight posture and hands in front

of her. "If I may say something, gentlemen," she said, "I would just like

to say that I thought a lot about our conversation yesterday. I'll admit I

was overwhelmed and shocked at first, but gradually I realized that you

were all treating me with more respect and honesty than I would have ever

imagined. I know you have more questions today and I just want to let you

know that I will answer anything" - she stressed this word and let it

linger as she looked at them all with her sparkling eyes that shone with

just a hint of naughtiness - "that you ask me with the same level of

honesty and directness. I don't know if this will work out or not, but I

want you to know that I trust you and that you can trust me. Whatever we

discuss today will never leave this room. I had a wonderful evening last

night and I can't thank you enough for the first-class treatment."

  All three men were dressed in tailored suits, though they had all

removed their jackets. They looked so charming and handsome and

professional, Valarie was getting drunk with the idea of submitting herself

to these distinguished and powerful men.

  "Very well said, my dear," Nelson said. "I'm glad we didn't scare you

off yesterday. I assure you that nothing you say or do will leave this

room either. We are not interested in embarrassing you in any way. If you

elect to reject our offer, that will be the end of it. And if you accept,

all actions from right now forward will be entirely confidential."

  "I appreciate that very much, sir," Valarie said.

  The men began by asking her about her academic background and were

impressed with her scores, particularly in her pre-law curriculum. She had

several letters of recommendation from her professors and an impeccable

list of references.

  "Very impressive," Travers said. "I would think you could get into law

school with these qualifications."

  "I haven't tried," Valarie said. "I can't afford it. I came to the

States hoping to get a job where I could make a little money and gain

enough experience to perhaps earn a scholarship. I thought actually living

here might help my chances."

  "Sound logic," Travers said. "Well, I can assure you we will do all we

can to help you earn a scholarship if that is what you elect to do a year

from now. Now, we have some very personal questions to ask you, sexual in

nature as I'm sure you anticipated."

  "Yes, sir," Valarie smiled. "You can ask me anything you like."

  "All right," Roy said, "can you please tell us why Sebastian used to

call you Sweetie?"

  "Of course," Valarie said, aware that she was blushing now. She felt

her pussy growing hotter and she felt tingly all over. "I always tell

people that it's because I'm so nice, but really it's because he said my

pussy was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted."

  Roy's smile told Valarie that he had already known the answer -

Sebastian obviously had talked about her to him - and that she had passed

another test by answering truthfully.

  "I wouldn't mind finding out myself," Roy said.

  "Of course, sir," Valarie said, starting to stand up, but Travers

stopped her.

  "Wait," he said. "We have more questions to ask. Then, if we're all in

agreement about moving forward, we can have some fun. But we're wasting

valuable time that we cannot bill, so let's move on. Valarie, when is the

last time you had sex?"

  Valarie thought a moment and realized it had been over a month ago, with

Sebastian, the day before they broke up.

  "Other than the landlord, of course," Valarie said, "the last time was a

little over a month ago with my ex-boyfriend Sebastian. We had sex in my

apartment, two times that night. The first time I sucked his cock until he

was hard, and then he fucked my pussy doggy style. The second time I was

on top."

  "Did you cum either time?" Nelson asked.

  "The second time, not the first," Valarie said.

  "Do you masturbate?" Travers asked.

  "Yes," Valarie said. "I like to touch myself sometimes."

  "Do you use toys?"

  "No, I prefer my hands," Valarie said. "I take my time, do a lot of

rubbing and stroking."

  "When was the last time you masturbated and what did you think about?"

Nelson asked.

  "Last night," Valarie said. "I lay in bed and touched myself all over.

I thought about the three of you. I imagined you were taking turns with

me. I came very hard. I'm afraid I might have stained those lovely

sheets."

  Valarie couldn't believe how open she was being with them, or how

natural it felt. It made her feel good and open and horny - anything but

ashamed or nervous or guilty. She realized how difficult it was for men

and women to speak to one another so frankly about sex and how wonderful it

was to be able to do so with men she was attracted to and trusted

implicitly.

  "Tell my what you think about cum," Travers said. "Do you like the

taste? The feel on your skin? Do you like to swallow it?"

  Valarie knew they would probably like to hear that she loved and it

swallowed it every chance she got. But this wasn't about telling them what

they wanted to hear - it was about telling the truth.

  "I love to make a man cum," Valarie said. "It's powerful for me,

knowing that I have that little bit of impact on him, that control on him.

I love watching it shoot out or feeling a hard cock pulse inside me while

it's shooting cum. I like the way it feels on my skin at first - so hot

and thick, but it starts feeling rather nasty after a few minutes when it

starts to cool down and gets dry and sticky. I have never swallowed

before, until the landlord forced me to. I don't much care for the taste,

but I don't hate it. I have no problem having a man cum in my mouth, but

I'm not going to say it's yummy."

  "And we don't want you to," Travers said. "I feel safe in speaking for

all of us that we don't want you to fake anything. Don't fake an orgasm,

don't pretend that you love the taste of my cock or my cum, don't act like

you can't wait to be fucked when you're not really in the mood. We want

you to be as brutally honest as you are right now. I want to know when

you're having an orgasm that it's real. I want to know when you whisper in

my ear that you need my cock that you mean it. That's what is hot. That

doesn't mean we won't fuck you at times when you're not in the mood or

we'll avoid cumming in your mouth. There will be times you will do things

you don't want to do. That's just how this works, but all jobs are like

that."

  "Of course," Valarie said. "I understand completely. I will not lie to

you or be fake."

  "Now, that said, I do know women who have said that cum is an acquired

taste," Travers grinned. "Sort of like beer or coffee - most people don't

care for it much the first few times they have it, but after awhile, they

develop a taste for it. Sometimes even an addiction."

  "If I do, I'll let you know," Valarie giggled. "Of course, I guess if

I'm addicted it will be obvious, with me diving between your legs all the

time to get my fix."

  They all laughed as the tension continued to lighten in the room. The

men asked about her history, how many guys she'd had sex with, when she

lost her virginity, if she'd ever been with more than one man at a time, if

she'd ever been with a woman. Valarie answered it all.

  "How about anal sex?" Roy asked.

  "I've had it," Valarie said. "It's not my favorite way to do it, but I

tolerate it and would never deny you that if that's what you desired."

  "Damn, she answers every question perfectly," Roy said.

  "Yes, I think she's answered enough," Travers said. "Do you have

questions for us, my dear?"

  "Yes," Valarie said, opening her notebook. "You've answered most them

already, either directly or indirectly through the questions you've asked

me. But I do have a few."

  She asked them about bondage and public sex and group sex and dirty

talk. She learned that they would expect her to submit to light bondage and

that she would be shown off publicly - and perhaps fucked - if they so

desired. They admitted the possibility of group sex and sex with select

clients.

  "As far as dirty talk," Nelson said. "I have to admit that I enjoy

using words like slut and whore and bitch at times. I wouldn't use them in

daily activity, but they are arousing during sex sometimes and I do like to

talk that way. I hope you won't take it personally, because it is not

meant that way."

  "I understand," Valarie said. "It seems like men work more off of

visual and verbal stimulus than women do. I have no problem with whatever

you want to call me in those situations and I will try to encourage you by

using the same sort of terms, like `make me your little cum slut.'"

  "Yes, say that!" Roy said a little too excitedly. Travers stern look

told him to calm down and be a professional.

  Valarie was out of questions, which was good, because all this talk and

anticipation had made her horny and edgy and anxious with anticipation.

She was sure when she got up there would be a wet mark in the seat. She

squirmed as Travers made the final proposal and presented the proposed

schedule.

  "You will stay with Roy on Fridays, Nelson on Saturdays and me on

Sundays," he said. "Monday will be your off day, then you'll be with Roy

on Tuesdays, Nelson on Wednesdays and me on Thursdays."

  "OK," Valarie said, shaking now, goosebumps on her arm. Every nerve in

her body was on full alert. Whenever someone got around to fucking her,

she was either going to pass out or have the biggest orgasm of her life -

or both.

  "Here is a purchase card which you can use for clothes as I'm sure you

realize you will need to upgrade your wardrobe to meet the demands of this

position. Tomorrow, Nelson will take you shopping and Sunday we will get

your car. Any questions?"

  "When do I start?" Valarie said, squirming.

  "Right now," Travers said.

  Valarie's heart skipped a beat, thinking the moment had finally come.

They were going to fuck her right here, right now.

  "We have a lot of work to do," Travers said. "We've lost a lot of time

today. Roy, please get Ms. Evans set up on her computer and show her what

she needs to do."

  Valarie couldn't believe it. After all that, they weren't going to fuck

her? What kind of men were these? How was it possible that she wanted

them more than they wanted her? It was so frustrating. She wanted to

touch herself, but took a deep breath and reminded herself that she had to

be classy, professional, under control. She didn't know how they could do

it, but she would have to do it too.

  Roy set her up with some filing and account maintenance and she worked

diligently, focusing as best she could on her tasks. But all the while,

she knew eyes were on her. Even as the men worked, she knew they saw her

bending over to file papers, watched her long legs stride confidently

across the room, strained for peeks inside her tight dress. She knew they

had to at least be thinking about fucking her. They were just showing

incredible control - far more than she ever gave men credit for.

  Finally, early in the afternoon, Travers called her in his office and

told her to close the door. This, at long last, was it.

  "I need a little stress relief," he said. "Normally, I'm not the

slam-bam-thank you ma'am type, but I don't have time for much else right

now. So, come here."

  He took her in his strong arms and pulled the red panels over her

breasts to the side so that they squished her tits together. He cupped her

tits firmly, but not too hard, and rubbed her nipples between his

fingertips. Valarie arched her back and thrust her chest toward him,

encouraging him to grab and play all he wanted.

  He pulled her onto his lap and pulled her dress up around her waist. He

cupped her pussy, then put his hand inside the g-string pouch covering her

mound. He felt her moist, hot lips and whispered, "You were ready. Very

good, my little slut."

  "I'm always ready for you," she said softly in his ear.

  He tore her g-string aside and she heard it tear. She didn't care. He

stood her up while he pulled out his cock, then dragged her back into his

lap. She spread her legs and opened herself to him. His rigid cock stood

up firm and strong and soon found its way between her smoldering pussy

lips, their velvety softness pulling him in, his cock drawn to the heat of

her pussy like a sunflower straining for the sun's warming rays.

  She slid her hips and took him fully inside her. She leaned forward and

nuzzled against his neck, then sat up straight and put her breasts in his

face. He grabbed her ass cheeks and urged her up and down on his cock, his

hands dictating the pace, which started slow but picked up fast. Valarie

wanted to fuck him hard and cum all over his cock, but she could tell he

wasn't going to last long, nor was he trying to. This man had a plan for

everything, she realized, even fucking.

  He was good at it, too. His tongue and lips were making her breasts

sing with pleasure and his hard cock was a welcome improvement over her own

talented but admittedly far less exciting fingers. She rubbed her hands

over his chest, working them inside his shirt, feeling his hairy chest and

muscular arms. Very impressive for his age. So was his cock, which was

very hard now, filling her welcoming pussy with its thick, veiny shaft.

Valarie humped harder. "Ride me hard, slut," Travers said through gritted

teeth. He pushed her down hard on his cock and held her place as his cock

spasmed and began shooting thick wads of cum deep inside her. Valarie

moaned and rocked her hips, using her pussy to milk him dry. Slowly she

slid off and stepped back.

  "Excellent work," Travers said. "You may clean up in my bathroom over

there."

  "Thank you, sir," Valarie said. She scurried to the bathroom and

cleaned off and re-positioned everything. Her g-string was indeed torn, so

she took it off and threw it in the garbage. She was sure there would be

no complaints.

  Her first time with Travers had been great, but too short. She wanted

more. She wanted to cum. She was so horny now. Her pussy begged for her

fingers, but she knew she would be expected to get back to work promptly.

She only hoped that Nelson or Roy would take a turn soon. She knew Roy

would probably get her off tonight - how fun it was going to be to spend

the night with him! - but she needed relief now. She couldn't possibly

focus on work. But when she returned to her desk, both men were busy.

  Disappointed, she sat down and checked her email. A note from Nelson:

"My office, blowjob, now." She looked at his office. He was on the phone

and busily writing something. She hurried over and peeked in the door. He

looked at her and pushed his chair back, motioning to her to come over.

She closed the door and went to him, dropping to her knees. He was still

on the phone, involved in what seemed to be a very important conversation.

Valarie knew that wasn't her concern right now. Neither was the needs of

her own pussy. Her only responsibility, her only priority, was to suck his

cock. Oddly, she discovered that she couldn't wait. She had masturbated

last night envisioning Nelson's cock. Now, she could finally see it, touch

it, taste it. She tugged at his trousers and pulled his cock out. It was

semi-hard, but as soon as she touched her tongue to it, he grew fully

erect.

  Valarie stroked his shaft with her soft hands while she licked the head

of his cock, then gently took it into her mouth. She looked up at him for

signs of approval, but he was fully into his phone call, actually taking

notes. Talk about multi-tasking, she thought. She went about half way

down his shaft and started bobbing her head up and down slowly, using her

tongue to coat the underside of his cock and tease the underside of his

head, which she knew was extremely sensitive.

  Nelson was a strong, muscular man, obviously in great shape and one of

those guys who had natural good looks and a powerful manliness any woman

would find attractive. Valarie was not surprised that this handsome man

had a handsome cock too. It was above average in size - at least in her

experience - but not some monstrosity that was more freakish than sexy. If

the average cock was 5-6 inches, she guessed his was about 7 and a little

thicker than most. It was also so firm, so rigid, just having it in her

mouth was exciting. She couldn't imagine how good it would feel in her

pussy.

  She wanted to reach between her legs, but she knew this was about him,

not her and kept one hand on his balls and the other on the base of his

cock. She kept looking up to see if he was watching, but he seemed almost

oblivious to her presence, other than the fact that his cock was hard and

obviously responding to her efforts. Had he been with so many beautiful

women, received so many blowjobs that this was ordinary to him? She hoped

she was pleasing him, but she wasn't sure now. She wondered how she

stacked up against the other experiences he had. It struck her that she

needed to perform well or they might fire her. How awful and ironic would

that be? She sucked hard, hoping that's what he wanted.

  Suddenly, she felt his hand on the back of her head and she looked up.

He was now looking at his computer screen, still talking to his client.

But his cock was talking to her and said volumes with a gushing rush of

jism that splattered against her tongue and cheeks and rushed wildly for

the back of her throat. With his hand still on her head, she knew she

needed to swallow and she did. His cum was bitter and salty, but not

altogether unpleasant. She didn't see how she'd ever develop an

appreciation for it, much less an addiction, but there was a certain pride

and pleasure in bringing such a man to that point and then accepting his

cum so willingly and unselfishly. Her pussy was warm and moist and she

felt naughty and horny and anxious for more fun.

  She went back to her desk and tried to focus on work, but her body was

telling her that other things were more important right now. She wanted to

fuck and cum so badly and she felt so naughty and free. About 20 minutes

later, Nelson called her back into his office. So soon, she thought. She

thought they were supposed to take it easy at work, but obviously he was a

very virile man who would demand much of her attention. At least she hoped

so.

  "Valarie, have a seat," he said. "First, I want to thank you. That

felt terrific."

  "Thank you," she said, blushing and proud that she had pleased him.

  "Now, you did well, so I don't want you to take this as criticism, just

tips for how to get better," Nelson said. "If I had to grade you, that was

a solid B. Very good work. Your enthusiasm was great, your tongue felt

fantastic and you swallowed like a pro."

  "But..." Valarie said warily.

  "But, there are some things you can do better and I'm sure, given your

drive and impressive academic resume, want to do better than a B," Nelson

said.

  "Of course," Valarie said eagerly. "Please, tell me how I can be an A.

I want to be the best at everything. Always have, even back when I played

soccer. People said I was too competitive. I know I'm not the first girl

to suck your cock, Mr. Nelson, but I want to be the best. Please tell me

what to do."

  "That's the perfect attitude," he said. "And you have all right skills,

too, so I'm sure you'll be fantastic. One, more mouth, less hands. I want

a blowjob, not a handjob, so gets your hands out of the way. Two, my cock

is seven inches long, not five. I expect you to suck the whole thing.

Three, your tongue and lips feel a lot better on my balls than even your

soft little hands do. Don't forget to lick and suck them. Four, you use

your tongue and lips well, but don't forget your cheeks. Stuff my cock in

the side of them, let me see it poking out against the side of your mouth.

Rub it on your face and in your hair."

  "Yes sir," Valarie said. "I promise I'll do better next time. I'm

sorry I disappointed you."

  "You didn't disappoint me," Nelson said kindly. "You were better than

most, I promise you. And you know I would tell you if you weren't. You'll

have many opportunities to practice and get better and I'm sure you will."

  "Thank you , sir," Valarie said, humbled but determined to be a better

cocksucker. What was she thinking? Two days ago, she wanted to be a great

lawyer, a great mom. Now, in such a short time, her focus had changed to

being the world's best slut? And why didn't she feel worse about it?

Something's wrong with me, she thought, but all she could think about was

her smoldering pussy and how she needed some attention soon.

  The end of the day finally came and Valarie realized that Roy had

decided to wait for their full night together to try her out for the first

time. She just hoped that he wanted to fuck her pussy and not a blowjob.

She'd happily give him one later, but she wanted to cum first so badly.

  "How about we go out for a nice dinner?" Roy asked as they left the

office.

  "That would be great," Valarie beamed. "Is what I'm wearing OK? I

don't have any panties, you know."

  "It's fine," Roy said. "In fact, if you had panties, I'd make you take

them off."

  When they got outside, Valarie started to head for Roy's SUV, but he

held her back. "I might drink a bit tonight," he said, "so I took the

liberty of ordering a car." He nodded to a sleek town car, where a driver

dressed in a black suit waited for them, holding the back door open.

  "Oh my," Valarie said, impressed. "How fun!"

  Roy and the driver - Williams - watched Valarie slide into the back

seat, her dress riding up and flashing generous amounts of ass cheek and

upper thigh to their admiring eyes. Inside were wine glasses, a bottle of

wine on ice and some strawberries. Roy served and sat close to her,

pulling aside the top panels of her dress to reveal her bare tits. Roy had

instructed Williams to keep the sliding dark panel between the front and

rear seats down, and Valarie realized it was so he could show her off to

the driver. She got wetter and wetter as she felt Roy stroke her nipples

and saw Williams' eyes flashing back at her through the rearview mirror.

  Valarie wondered if he would fuck her right here in the seat with

Williams watching. She would have to wait to find out, however, as they

reached the restaurant. Roy put the panels back over her breasts,

squeezing them and pinching her nipples lightly to make sure they stayed

hard and noticeable through her tight dress. He escorted her into the

restaurant, which was elegant. Soft music was playing and the lights in

the dining room were dim and romantic. All of the staff were dressed in

suits and elegant dresses. Valarie felt like she was at a ball instead of

a restaurant.

  Roy had made reservations and escorted her to the table, pulling out the

chair for her. She looked around, taking in the beauty of the place. It

had white linens and golden chandeliers that sparkled in the dimly lit

room. The waiter brought them their menus and took Roy's order of a bottle

of wine. Valarie noticed the waiter glancing at her chest and tingled with

excitement. Men were looking at her even more than usual, and certainly

with more lust in their eyes. She was on display, after all, and her

attire was sending a signal that she was inviting and expecting men to look

at her in a certain way. How sexy was that? She squirmed in her seat, the

anticipation of the night's events growing and growing.

  The waiter brought out the wine and offered the cork for Roy to sniff.

Valarie giggled as the waiter walked away and Roy asked why. "I know

you're supposed to sniff the cork, but it just seems silly to me. Can't

they just let you taste it?"

  "Not when it's this pure," Roy said. "This is premium wine. It's not

to be sampled randomly. Plus, you can tell a lot by how it smells."

  "I guess," Valarie smiled.

  "Don't believe me?" Roy challenged, grinning. "OK, Sweetie. Sebastian

says your pussy is the sweetest thing since chocolate. I can't hardly

taste you right here, though, so how about we try a little experiment?"

  "Sure," Valarie said, knowing no other answer would be acceptable.

  Roy called the waiter over and asked him to wash the cork off and bring

it back along with a piece of string. The waiter did, took their order and

left, again glancing at Valarie's cleavage.

  "OK," Roy said. "Put this in your pussy. We'll let the cork soak you

up, then I'll smell and let you know what I think. Are you wet?"

  "I have been all day," Valarie confessed. "May I go to the restroom?"

  "Of course," Roy said, tying the string to the end of the cork. "Push

it all the way in and we'll pull it out with this string."

  Valarie stood up and walked slowly to the restroom, well aware that Roy

and every other man in the place was watching her long legs, shown off so

nicely by her heels and short dress. She imagined them trying to figure

out what she had on underneath, if anything. She was so wet. She found a

stall and easily slipped the cork inside, letting the short string hang out

of her pussy. It was a thin string, so she hoped no one would notice, but

it hung lower than her dress, so there was always that chance.

  She returned to the table and together they waited 15 minutes before Roy

instructed her to pull it out. Valarie looked around carefully, trying to

see if anyone was watching or if the waiter was coming. But she knew

better. Eyes had been on her non-stop since they got here. She had been

"checked out" by plenty of men, but never leered at like this. She was the

center of attention and it was much more of a turn on than she ever

imagined.

  As discreetly as she could, she slipped her hand between her thighs,

found the little string and tugged gently, feeling the cork move. She

shifted lower in the seat to give it a better angle and it slipped out of

her tight pussy with a barely audible pop. She handed him the string and

he touched the cork. "Ouch! That's hot!" he said, shaking his hand,

pretending to be burned. Valarie giggled and blushed. "OK, maybe not that

hot, but it is warm and wet. Let's see how it smells."

  Roy held the cork to his nose and took a deep breath. He smiled and

took another. "You smell," he said, putting the cork in front of her nose.

She looked around, wondering if any of the leering eyes had figured out

where that cork had been. She thought it smelled OK. Not disgusting, at

least.

  "You pass the smell test, that's for sure," Roy said. "If you taste

like you smell, Sebastian might be right. But I'm going to need more

proof, and I can't wait until later."

  Valarie felt her pussy spasm and thought she was going to cum right

there. He was going to taste her right now! But how?

  "I like a good cigar after dinner," Roy said, holding up a thick brown

cigar. "This is one of the finest Cuban cigars they make. Smells and

tastes fantastic. I wonder, though, if it would smell and taste even

better if it marinated inside you first."

  "Oh my," Valarie said, understanding what he wanted. Without saying

another word, she took the cigar and started for the restroom. Minutes

later, she was back at the table, the cigar tucked neatly inside her,

soaking up her luscious juices.

  They talked about work and the city and her hometown as they dined.

Valarie told him about how she loved cricket and soccer and particularly

loved to play soccer. He told her he'd teach her about American favorites

like football, baseball and basketball. Roy also told her the big news,

which was that the guys shut down the office for one week every year to go

on a staff retreat - which happened to be on Travers' yacht. They sailed

down the coast, stopping at different ports along the way. The retreat was

only a week away.

  "Normally," he admitted, "we dock someplace for the night, go to a club

and each pick up a different woman. This year, however, we have decided to

change things. You're going with us. And you'll be the only woman on

board the whole week. Obviously, the rules will have to be suspended for

that week and you'll get your day off at some other time or be compensated

in some other way."

  "I'm sure it will be fair," Valarie said, already excited about a week

on a yacht, even if that did mean that she would be at the service of all

three men during that time. She should have been apprehensive or ashamed,

but she only felt excited. She knew the saying about men thinking with

their penises. Well, right now her pussy was doing all the thinking and

the only thought was to have an orgasm sooner rather than later.

  When dinner was over, Roy escorted Valarie back to the car, the cigar

still tucked inside her. Once they climbed in the backseat - with the

dividing window still down, Valarie noted - he asked her to spread her

legs. Valarie hiked her dress over her hips and spread her legs on the

leather seat, knowing that Williams could see her pussy clearly in the

rearview mirror. Roy reached between her legs and she felt his fingers

enter her, grabbing the end of the cigar and slowly pulling it out. She

moaned softly and Roy chuckled. "Feeling good, huh?"

  "Mmm-hmm," Valarie sighed. Between her sexual arousal and the several

glasses of wine, she was feeling fantastic. Her inhibitions were gone and

she was ready to pop.

  Roy handed the cigar to Williams, "What do you think?"

  "Smells fantastic," Williams said. "You're a lucky man, sir."

  "Thank you," Roy said. "Enjoy that cigar. I've got a different treat

in mind for dessert."

  Roy pushed Valarie back on the seat and bent over between her legs.

"Only way to find out," he said deeply, looking up at her. Watching her

eyes, he touched his tongue to her pussy and saw her eyes bulge and body

jerk. She was on fire. Smiling, Roy kissed her pussy lips, tasting her

juices, feeling the heat from her core. He stroked her thighs gently and

kissed her pussy with a passion Valarie wouldn't have expected.

  He puckered his lips on hers, sucking on them gently, then teased in

between them with soft strokes of his tongue. Valarie glanced toward the

front of the car and saw Williams watching through the rearview mirror as

he puffed on the cigar that she knew was soaked with her juices.

  She felt Roy's hands slide up her body, touching her belly, her sides,

squeezing her breasts through her dress. He pulled the dress aside again

and covered her bare breasts with his hands, her hard nipples press against

his palms.

  "You do have the best pussy I've ever tasted," he said softly, looking

up at her. He stroked her pussy with two of his fingers, teasing the

outsides of her pussy lips, then rubbing her clit in small, slow circles.

He raised his fingers to her lips. "Here, taste."

  Valarie licked his fingers, tasting her own juices. Normally, she would

have been indifferent to the taste, but in her aroused state, she too

thought she tasted like candy and savored the sweetness that coated his

fingers. Her pussy kept churning out more of that sweet nectar and Roy

kept lapping it up with his warm tongue.

  "Should I make her cum?" Roy asked Williams.

  "I don't think you can stop her now," Williams chuckled.

  "I don't think so either," Roy laughed. He tasted her again, opening

his mouth now. He closed his lips over hers and wiggled his tongue inside,

like he was French kissing her pussy. She put her hands on the back of his

head and wrapped her smooth thighs around him, her heels now braced against

the roof of the car.

  She thought about how she had wanted to cum all day and expected to have

the hardest orgasm of her life or to pass out or both. It was both. She

came in waves of pure pleasure that started from her pussy but went in all

directions, down her legs, up to her breasts, down her arms and back. Her

body was consumed by it, one orgasm after another. They all ran together

and she lost count as she did, indeed, slip out consciousness.

  She came to just a few minutes later as Roy and Williams were helping

her out of the car. "What's going on?" she asked, slurring her speech,

drunk on sex or wine or both.

  "We're at my house," Roy said. "Relax, I'm going to carry you in."

  Valarie threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his

waist, kissing him deeply as they walked up Roy's long walkway. She looked

over his shoulder and saw Williams pulling away as she nuzzled Roy's neck.

  "Damn, I can't wait any more," Roy muttered. He sat down Valarie down

on the walkway about 100 feet from his front door. Looking around, he saw

no one. It was dark, but it was a nice night and many people were out

walking. He decided he didn't care. He unzipped his pants and pulled his

cock out.

  "Oooh," Valarie said, appreciatively.

  Roy picked her up and she wrapped herself around him again, then felt

the head of his cock probing against her pussy lips. She shifted her hips

and Roy dropped her onto his cock, plunging all the way in. She moaned

loudly, forgetting where they were.

  "Shh," Roy laughed. With his hands under her ass, he began lifting her

up and down in rhythm with his steps as he made his way to the front door.

His cock was rock hard and badly in need of the relief Valarie's pussy was

made for.

  He fucked her with hard, deep thrusts, then pinned her against the front

door and jackhammered inside her. Her well-toned, nicely curved body fit

perfectly against him, her breasts pressed against his chest, her moist

pussy pleasuring his cock with intense heat and a snug fit.

  Looking over her shoulder, she saw a couple walking their dog at the end

of the driveway. She stuck up her hand in a feeble wave as they looked at

her and Roy, locked in a passionate embrace directly under the light above

his front door. Valarie didn't care. Roy had been fantastic to her ever

since she got to the States. And tonight, he'd treated her to an amazing

meal and pleasured her like no other in the back of the car. He could take

her into the middle of the street and fuck her like a dog all night long if

he wanted. He deserved it and she was determined to give him anything he

wanted tonight.

  She urged him on with her body, not rushing him to cum, but encouraging

him to take her, to use her, to have his way with her flexible, firm,

nearly perfect body. He nailed her hard against the door and shot his load

deep inside her. She felt his cum spraying inside her pussy, his heat

matching hers. She came again too, then slumped to the porch as he sat her

down gently.

  "So, welcome to my house," he laughed, tucking his cock back into his

pants. "Want to come in?"

  "Gee, I don't know," Valarie laughed, panting on the concrete. "I'm not

that kind of girl, you know."

  "You're THE kind of girl," Roy said. "Come on. I'm not done with you

yet."

  "Ooh, is that a threat or a promise?" Valarie teased.

  "Depends on how you look at it," Roy teased back. "But judging from

your reactions so far, I'd say it's a promise."

  "I hope so," Valarie said.

  Roy ushered her inside and Valarie was impressed. It wasn't a mansion

by any means, but certainly a very nice home for such a young man. It was

large and neatly furnished.

  "Before you ask, I had a decorator put this together and, yes, I have a

maid who comes twice a week to clean," Roy said. "I'm a bachelor. I'm not

this neat."

  "It's a lovely home," Valarie said. He showed her around, his hand

around her waist as they walked through the house, which had three bedrooms

- one of which he used as an office -- and a full basement which Roy had

turned into a "man cave" with a flat screen TV, wet bar, pool table and

workout room. The master bedroom was enormous with a king size bed, a love

seat, a desk and office chair and a huge walk-in closet.

  Valarie excused herself to use the restroom and when she came back, Roy

was laying on the bed, naked, his cock hard in his hand.

  "I know what you taste like," he said. "How `bout you give me a little

taste test, too?"

  "I'd love to," Valarie said, suddenly thinking through all the things

that Nelson had told her to be better at sucking cock. She climbed onto

the bed and knelt between his legs. `I want a blowjob, not a handjob', she

heard Nelson telling her. To remind herself, she put her hands behind her

back and used her tongue and lips to pull him into her mouth.

  "Tastes yummy," she said, looking up at him. `Use your cheeks and face,

too,' Nelson's voice rang in her head. She stuffed Roy's cock into her

cheek and looked up at him again, making sure he could see his cock

stretching her face. He was watching and she could tell he was enjoying

the view.

  `Suck and lick my balls, too.' Nelson, again, in her head. She pulled

off Roy's cock and took it in her hand to lift it up and dove underneath,

flicking her tongue underneath his balls, feeling how heavy and dense they

were. She sucked one in her mouth, being careful not to suck too hard or

nip him with her teeth. She knew that would be painful. She let that one

go and sucked on the other ball, coating his sack with saliva. His cock

was resting on her face, along the side of her nose and between her eyes.

  `Use your face,' Nelson had said. She rubbed Roy's cock all over her

face and wrapped her silky black hair around his shaft. He liked that a

lot. His cock jerked and she thought he might cum in her hair.

  "Suck it, slut," Roy said gruffly, that lusty glaze in his eyes telling

her that he was thinking and talking with his cock now. She didn't take it

personally, being called slut. She was beginning to understand a little of

what the guys meant. They could be perfect gentlemen all day long, but

when it came time to fuck, they wanted to unleash their inner beast, so to

speak. Kind of like they were asking her to do - be classy and

professional when appropriate, but slutty and sexy at other times. It was

starting to make sense.

  `I'm seven inches, not five. Suck the whole thing,' Nelson had said.

She guessed Roy was closer to six inches, but the point was the same. She

went down on him, slowly but steadily, not stopping until she had his whole

cock in her mouth. He groaned in obvious appreciation and he put his hands

on the side of her face. She sucked hard so he could feel her cheeks

hollow around his shaft. She pulled up, her muscles fighting against her

own suction until she finally pulled off his cock with a loud pop. The

head of his cock glistened with spit and pre-cum. It was swollen and red

and looked like a big lollipop. Valarie went back down on it, all the way

again. This time, Roy didn't let her up. His hands stayed on the back of

her head and he began thrusting his cock into her throat. Valarie relaxed

and let him take over, letting him use her mouth and head any way he

wanted.

  She felt his first blast of cum hit the top of her mouth. Even though

he let go of her head, she didn't pull back. Didn't think about spitting

it out. She didn't swallow, either though. Instead, she caught all of his

load in her mouth, sucking and licking until he was done. Then, she

crawled up over his chest, cum dribbling down her chin onto her red dress.

She looked him in the eye, opened her mouth and showed him what he had put

there. Then, she closed her mouth and swallowed. Roy just nodded his

approval.

  Later, they were laying in bed, both naked, curled up against each

other.

  "Do you mind if I ask how I was, the blowjob, I mean?" she asked.

  "Very good," Roy said. "You were very good. Why do you ask?"

  She told him about Nelson's critique and advice. "I just know you guys

have had lots of girls and lots more experience than I have and I know you

have very high standards for what you want from me," she blurted out. "I'm

just worried I won't be good enough."

  "You're plenty good enough," Roy said. "Look, you obviously learned

from what Nelson told you and you put it into practice extremely well.

You're going to learn more as we go. But you have nothing to worry about.

You're smart, so you learn fast and understand the relationship we have

here. You're energetic and have a great attitude and you're in fantastic

shape. You're so young and lively and fun to be around. Your eyes and

smile light up the place."

  "Am I pretty enough?" she asked.

  "Of course you are," Roy said. "Now you're just being silly. You're

gorgeous. Would we have picked you for this if you weren't?"

  "But don't American men love huge breasts? Mine are average."

  "Huge breasts are nice, sure," Roy said. "But it's overrated. Most men

I know prefer a woman who is naturally beautiful, and that's hard to find

these days. But you, there's nothing fake about you. You don't even wear

much makeup. You don't need it. You're beautiful, your breasts are great

and don't even get me started on your legs and ass. They are absolutely

fantastic. You have nothing to worry about."

  "Thank you," Valarie said, "I really needed to hear that. Do you have

any other tips for me like Nelson did? Things I can do better?"

  "Sure," Roy said. "Just a few things. I know this is new to you, but

think more about how you're presenting yourself. Even when we're at work

and we're all actually working, we still enjoy the eye candy. Do your job

first, but if you're up making a copy, you could bend over to pick

something up or grab your heel and stretch your legs, anything to show off

a bit. Also, we love those hard little nipples, so if you're on the phone,

maybe use your free hand to tweak them a bit, keep them hard and visible

for us."

  "Sure," Valarie said. "I didn't realize that was such a turn-on."

  "Huge turn-on," Roy said. "Also, you'll get better at this, but start

anticipating what we might want and take the initiative. For instance, in

the restaurant, when you went to the restroom and all those men were

staring at you, it would have been very hot for you to turn and blow me a

kiss or maybe to have dropped the cork and bent over, things like that.

Show off a little for me. I'm taking you there dressed like that to show

you off. It's hot if you like it and do a little of the showing, too."

  "I can do that," Valarie said. "I just have to start thinking that way.

I'll try."

  "It will become more natural, I think," Roy said. "Along the lines of

anticipating, you can do things like ask permission to suck my cock instead

of waiting for me to tell you."

  "You mean, like when I came out of the bathroom and saw you laying here

naked, I should have come over and said, `sir, may I please suck your big,

hard cock and swallow your yummy cum?'" Valarie teased in a sexy girly

voice.

  "Yes, that's exactly what you should have done," Roy said. "See, you're

getting the hang of this already and it's only your first day." He kissed

her on the cheek and they felt silent, drifting off to sleep.

  Roy fucked her again in the morning, sitting Valarie on his cock and

watching her ride him. Valarie didn't have to ask. She knew she was good

at this. Her athletic body and finely tuned legs and ass moved fluidly

while her pussy provided a sensual, slow massage of his cock. She had

never been a stripper, but this was one pole dance she knew how to do with

the best of them. As for cocksucking, dressing like a slut, showing off

and, she was sure, ultimately being fucked in the ass, she knew she had

more to learn from her trio of trainers, but she knew there would be no

words of advice after this one. Roy was enjoying every second of it, his

cock, strengthened by a night's rest, was even harder than it had been the

night before and his stamina was impressive. Valarie fucked him long and

slow, riding him, stroking his chest, feeling his strong arms and toned

stomach. Roy reached up and played with her breasts, cupping them in his

hands. Sometimes he pulled her down flat against him and squeezing her ass

cheeks, occasionally giving them a playful slap.

  Valarie loved the slow, steady pace and her pussy did too. It warmed up

slowly this time, like a pot set to simmer. She got a little hotter, a

little wetter, a little closer with each stroke of his cock inside her.

She loved controlling where it went, how hard it pressed against her, how

it moved inside her. When she got close, she put her head against his

chest, held her breath and rocked her hips as fast as she could. He stayed

motionless, his cock rock hard inside her as she came on top of him.

  As soon as she was done, he rolled on top of her, hooked her knees over

his shoulders and plowed into her, cumming seconds later. He pulled out

and sprayed his jism on her smooth stomach.

  When they were done, Valarie started to get up and go wash it off.

"Wait a minute," Roy said. "Rule of thumb, the cum should always end up

inside you."

  "But you came on my stomach..."

  "Right, but you can still eat it," Roy said.

  "Oh," Valarie said, giggling. She scooped up the cum in her fingers and

stuck them in her mouth while Roy continued the impromptu lesson.

  "You always take it inside you - mouth, ass or pussy - and you always

swallow if it's in your mouth," he said. "Now, sometimes, we like to see

it on your body. If it's in a situation like this, you should know to go

ahead and eat it without being told. Now, if we're in public or at work

and I cum on your face or your blouse, there's a good chance I'll want you

leave it there, at least for a while."

  "Leave it there? But won't people be able to... oh," she said,

understanding what he was saying. How naughty! She didn't know if she

could do that. Wear cum in public? How embarrassing! Just when she

thought she understood what was being expected of her in this deal, she

realized that this was just the tip of the iceberg.

  Roy sent her off in her little red dress with the telltale stain on the

front from last night's activities. Nelson had sent a car to pick her up

and take her back to her hotel, where she could shower and change clothes.

An hour later, Nelson came to the hotel to pick her up. He had sent

instructions for her to dress however she felt appropriate for an all-day

shopping trip, reminding her that it would be wise to wear something that

could be easily put on and removed to make it easier to try on clothes ...

and do other things.

  Valarie didn't have an assortment of what would be considered slutty

clothes, so she did the best she could with what she had. Though she

preferred soccer, she had played tennis a few times and had a little white

tennis skirt that flared out nicely around her thighs. She wished it were

shorter, but at the time she had bought it years ago, her intent hadn't

been to turn on every man she saw.

  She matched it with a canary yellow spandex tube top that, instead of

needing to be slid over her head, could be simply removed via a zipper that

ran right down the front, between her breasts. She wore no bra, so to

expose her tits would take roughly two seconds.

  Under the skirt she wore a pair of French cut yellow panties that tied

in little bows on the side. To get out of her skirt and panties would take

about 10 seconds. Finally, she wore a pair of four-inch black pumps with

straps around each ankle.

  "Very nice," Nelson said when he saw how she was dressed. "This is good

and I'm sure you'll find many other great ideas when we're out today." He

escorted her through the busy hotel lobby which was full of people checking

out of their rooms and grabbing continental breakfast. Several heads

turned as the swishing of her skirt and clacking of her heels on the marble

entry way drew attention. Remembering Roy's advice about showing off,

Valarie spied an empty chair in the lobby and steered Nelson toward it.

  "Oh dear," she said, putting her right foot on the arm of the chair, "my

strap came loose." With her leg in the air like this, she knew her legs

were on display as was her cleavage, which threatened to spill out the top

of the tube top as she leaned over. She had left the zipper half way down

for a reason. She knew Nelson was watching, and so were a lot of others.

After a minute of pretending to fix the ankle strap, she switched legs. "I

better check this one while I'm at it."

  Then, on the way out to the car, which Nelson had left in the valet loop

in front of the hotel, Valarie saw the group of half a dozen valet drivers

grouped in front of the hotel. Their eyes all locked on her as soon as

they came out into the open air and Valarie reacted instantly, dropping her

hotel room key in front of her and just a few feet away from the group.

Ever so slowly, she bent at the waist and picked it up. The skirt didn't

ride up as high as she wanted, but it was still enough to give them a good

show if they just ducked their heads a bit and looked up her skirt.

  "That was nice," Nelson said as they got in the car. "You're adapting

to this very well."

  "Thank you," Valarie said. "I'm doing my best." She thought about Roy's

advice again and said, "Sir, may I please suck your big yummy cock?"

  Nelson didn't seem surprised to hear this, but was visibly pleased. She

was progressing very nicely. "Hmm," he grinned. "Why?"

  A test, Valarie realized. Her first instinct was to say that she loved

to taste him or wanted his cum, but remembered that they had stressed she

be honest and not pretend to love it if she didn't. She answered honestly,

"Because I want to show you what I've learned." Nelson's broad smile told

her that she couldn't have given a better answer.

  "Yes, my dear, you may suck my cock." He sat back and unzipped his

pants, pulling his half-erect penis out into view. Valarie waited for him

to start the car and start driving, but he just sat there. "Oh, I think we

should do it before we go. It's a short drive," he grinned.

  "But," Valarie said, looking around, "the valets are right there, sir.

They can see us. They're watching."

  Nelson looked over at the guys, waving to them and smiling. "So they

are," he nodded.

  The message was clear. He wanted the audience. Again, just when she

thought she had it all figured out, here was another curve from her

trainers. OK, if this is what he wanted. She leaned over in the seat and

took his cock in her mouth, putting her hands behind her back for emphasis.

She knew the valets had seen her head go down. They could see Nelson

leaning back in his seat, his gaze downward. They knew what she was doing.

  She heard voices and looked up. She saw the valets crowded around the

car now, watching her with awe and appreciation. "Please, continue,"

Nelson said gently. "You're doing well, my sweet little slut."

  Feeling tingly all over and exposed and wanton and slutty, Valarie

resumed her task, swallowing all of his hard cock now, bobbing her head up

and down.

  "They'll want to see you swallow it," Nelson said. Valarie understood.

When he came, she caught it in her mouth just like she had done for Roy

last night. She sat up in the car seat, rolled down her window and

playfully wagged her fingers at the valets, as if they needed an invitation

to look at her. She opened her mouth and showed them the mouthful of cum

she was holding. Watching their eyes, she swallowed it in one gulp. The

engine started and they roared off, Valarie waving to her admirers as they

sped away.

  Nelson praised her for her rapid improvement on her technique and

willingness to set aside her inhibitions about public exposure in order to

fulfill his request. "Now, you're doing well with your attire," he said,

"very well. I know your resources are limited, too. So, today, we're

going to fix that. We're going to spend a crazy amount of money so you'll

have hundreds of different choices when it comes to finding sexy and

seductive outfits. That means heels, boots, stockings, garters, lingerie,

dresses, active wear, work wear, jewelry, makeup, the works. Understand?"

  "Sure," Valarie said. "It sounds like a lot of fun. I'm glad you're

going to show me what you have in mind, though."

  "No, I won't," Nelson said. "You already have a good idea, I'm sure,

but I'm going to give you an assistant to help with your selections?"

  "An assistant? Who?"

  "Her name is Coco," Nelson said. "Well, that's her stage name anyway.

Yes, she's a stripper. I think she's done some escort work as well. We

went out a few times. Purely sexual. She's a lot of fun and I think

you'll like her."

  "I can't wait to meet her," Valarie said.

  "Good, because there she is now." Valarie followed Nelson's gaze and saw

a beautiful woman standing at the entrance to an apartment complex. She

was waving and jumping up and down as she saw them pulling over. She wore

no bra and her tits - almost certainly fake - bounced noticeably underneath

her tattered white tank top that had been raggedly cut off just below her

breasts. She was a Brazilian beauty who looked to be a little older than

Valarie - probably upper 20s - and had beautiful skin, the color of which

was clearly inspiration for her stage name. She wore tiny white cotton

booty shorts and a bright red thong and bright red six-inch heels.

Clearly, being naked or nearly so was of little concern to Coco.

  Coco opened the back door and hopped in, her breasts still bouncing as

she leaned forward between the front seats and kissed Nelson on the cheek

and shook Valarie's hand, a broad smile on her face the whole time.

  "It's so nice to meet you," Coco said warmly. "This is going to be so

much fun. I just love shopping. Ooh, and you're right, Jimmy, she is

gorgeous. I can see why you want her hanging around the office. If she's

half as smart as she is pretty, you got yourselves a winner."

  "Thank you," Valarie said, a bit overwhelmed by Coco's bubbly body and

even bubblier personality. This girl made tons of money on stage or on her

back or her knees - wherever she was, Valarie was certain men would follow.

Why wouldn't Nelson and his guys just hire someone like her? Valarie knew

the answer, but didn't want to sound conceited, even to herself. They

didn't hire someone like Coco because they wanted someone who could be like

Coco at times, but also a sophisticated lady and a reliable employee.

Valarie looked at Coco's made-for-sex body and felt a bit intimidated, but

she found comfort in knowing there were men like Nelson who appreciated the

fact that Valarie had more than just looks to offer and found her to be

extremely attractive in her own right.

  Just a few minutes later, Nelson dropped them off at an upscale shopping

area that had many clothing stores, including some specialty stores. He

handed Coco his credit card.

  "No expense is too great," he said. "Get some things for yourself, too,

Coco. Call me when you're ready to be picked up. And, Valarie, be wearing

something appropriate for a a charity fundraiser banquet."

  Coco led Valarie into store after store. She would grab clothes by the

armload and take them to Valarie, who waited in the dressing room, trying

on one item after another. Coco insisted that she see everything Valarie

tried on. "Remember, it's not whether you like it or not or how it feels

on you, it's how it looks to them," Coco said. "A little tighter, a little

shorter than you might like is still a little looser or a little longer

than they might like."

  "You know, not every outfit is for sex, right?" Valarie reminded her.

  "Honey," Coco laughed, "it's all about sex. Always. You think Nelson

isn't going to fuck you after he shows you off at that banquet tonight?

No, he doesn't want you dressed like a hooker, but he wants you to be sexy,

count on that. And if you're sexy enough, he might haul you into some

closet and do you right there. Yeah, Jimmy and those guys are nice guys,

but they still want what all guys want. They just respect you more than

most. Be thankful. They're good guys. They'll take care of you if you

take care of them. And they sure as hell won't hurt you. But never, ever

forget that it's about sex first and foremost. The job, the friendships,

the money, that's all secondary. Remember that every time you get dressed

up for them. Always, always error on the side of too sexy. They'll never

complain, I promise you."

  "OK," Valarie nodded, trusting her new friend's advice. Coco seemed to

know what she was talking about. Valarie liked her. She was a lot of fun

to shop with, even if she was buying things Valarie would never have even

tried on. Good thing she's here, I guess, Valarie thought.

  They bought lingerie, swimsuits, underwear, skirts, dresses, blouses,

tank tops, shorts, stockings, jewelry, shoes, boots and some garments

Valarie couldn't even put a name to. She had never seen some of the

clothes Coco was finding for her. Coco herself bought several items as

well, any of which would serve her well as escort or stripper either one.

  Everywhere they went, the beautiful pair of scantily clad women drew

attention, heads turning, cell phone cameras flipping open, jaws dropping.

Valarie wondered if this was what celebrities felt like, maybe just a

little. Always the center of attention, every move being watched and

photographed, often without your consent or knowledge. She thought about

all the eyes that had studied her ass today, gazed at her breasts, imagined

her naked. She thought about men touching themselves as they watched her,

thought about her, looked at her picture later in the privacy of their own

homes. She'd never had trouble attracting men, but this was a whole new

game. This was being a sex symbol, an object of lust and desire, a piece

of eye candy on display for the world to see. It was far more exciting

than she ever could have imagined and she found herself thinking about

Nelson, her gorgeous date for the night. She was so ready for him, so

ready to be shown off and then used any way he desired. Submitting to him,

pleasing him, it was going to be fantastic!

  "So, I guess we need to pick out a cocktail dress for you for your date

tonight," Coco said. "Cocktail. That's funny. He wants to put his cock

in your tail. That's the kind of dress we need all right."

  They both laughed and Valarie felt herself getting warmer just thinking

about his hard cock in her tight little pussy. She imagined him doing like

Coco said, grabbing her by the wrist, dragging her to some cramped

janitor's closet and fucking her right there, the door barely muffling her

moans of desire, people gathering around outside, knowing what was going

on, listening, waiting to see who would come out. Oh, she'd feel like such

a slut coming out of there. Or would she? Maybe she'd feel like a star

and they'd all be jealous - jealous of her luxurious life, her gorgeous

date, her own beauty and sexuality, jealous that she could and would do

what they secretly wanted to do themselves. Slut or star, either way,

she'd be the center of attention, the object of desire and, hopefully, a

happy girl with a well-fucked, happy little girl with a well-fucked e

object of desire and, hopefully, a happy girl with a well-fucked pussy. o

what they wanted to pussy.

  She went into another dressing room, stripping off her skirt one more

time. This time, she untied her panties, too, and sat on the little bench.

She put one foot on the bench and reached between her legs, stroking

herself, feeling how wet she had gotten after just a few minutes of

fantasy. She started rubbing her clit in little circles, her pussy growing

wetter and hotter. She closed her eyes for a minute, telling herself she

had to stop, to go get the clothes from Coco to try on. Just another

second...

  "Well, well," a happy voice said softly. "I told you it's all about

sex."

  Valarie's eyes snapped open and she dropped her foot to the floor, but

it was way too late. Coco stood in front of her, an armload of cocktail

dresses in hand, her eyes where Valarie's hand had just been. Valarie

looked at the door and realized she must not have gotten the latch all the

way shut.

  "Wondered what was taking so long," Coco said, smiling. "Sorry I

interrupted. Were you thinking about Nelson?"

  "Yes," Valarie said, her face red. "I, well, I was thinking about what

you said. Showing me off tonight, then taking me into a closet. Everyone

listening, knowing what we're doing. Then him taking me home and doing it

all night."

  "He will, too," Coco said. "He's as strong as he is handsome. He'll

have something for you all night. I know from experience." She didn't say

it to be bragging.

  "I assumed you two had ..." Valarie's voice tailed off, not sure who

else might be in the dressing room, and not sure why she cared.

  "A few times," Coco said. "We're sort of each other's booty call, you

know. Horny. It's late. You want a hot fuck and no strings."

  "I understand," Valarie said. "You're so beautiful. I'm, well,

jealous."

  "Of me? Oh, don't be, please. You're so gorgeous. And you don't have

to have fake tits and slutty stripper clothes to get attention. You're

hot, girl. Don't sell yourself short. You think those guys would pick you

otherwise?"

  "I guess not," Valarie said. "I just, I want to please them but I don't

know if I'm doing what they want."

  "Just listen to them and watch their eyes, their reactions," Coco said.

"You pick it up really fast. I didn't know how to dance on a pole. Then I

started. I watched what men liked, what got them out of their seats to

bring me a dollar, what made them yell or clap. I learned what moves they

liked and what they didn't. You'll catch on, believe me.

  "Now, in the meantime, it looks like we need to finish some business

before you try these on," Coco said.

  "Finish business? You mean..."

  "Yeah," Coco whispered. "That's exactly what I mean. You need a hot

fuck, not strings, you need it now, right? Allow me, my dear."

  Coco put her hands on the insides of Valarie's thighs and slowly spread

them open, pushing her back against the wall of the little changing room.

Valarie wondered if anyone was in the other stalls, listening. She

wondered if they heard her little moan as Coco put her tongue to Valarie's

wet pussy lips or if they heard the wet little sound as Coco kissed her

thighs.

  Valarie had never been with a woman before. Never thought about it.

She didn't think of other women that way. Didn't find them attractive.

But now, in this moment, a moment of weakness and lust, she wanted nothing

more than to have Coco's talented tongue inside her, caressing her, teasing

her, tasting her. Coco was better than any man she had ever had down

there. Obviously, Coco was the sort of woman who could please anyone. Sex

was her skill, her art, and she had perfected it.

  Coco smiled at Valarie and kissed her hard on the mouth, her hands

squeezing Valarie's breasts. Valarie found her own hands on Coco's squishy

fake tits, tweaking the nipples the same way she liked to have hers toyed

with.

  Coco's hand felt between Valarie's legs, her fingers probing inside her

pussy now, stroking ever so gently, teasing that oh-so-sweet spot just

inside her. Valarie squirmed on the bench, uncomfortable, hot, wanting so

desperately to cum. Coco was kissing her breasts now and Valarie surprised

herself by pushing on the top of her head, guiding her back down between

her legs. She felt like a guy signaling for a blowjob. Coco obediently

tasted her again, her tongue dancing around her clit, her lips kissing it

gently. Valarie raised her hips and ground her pussy against Coco's face,

making sure that tongue hit just in the right spot. It did, again and

again until finally Valarie hit the peak and came. She bit her lip hard,

trying not to let her ragged breathing give away her moment of ecstasy.

  "Can I ... you?" she said softly afterward.

  "No, I know that's not your thing, at least not yet," Coco smiled back.

"Maybe some other time. I'll let the guys train you if that's what they

want. But you owe me nothing. OK?"

  "OK," Valarie said. "Thank you."

  She put her panties back on and started trying on dresses until she

found the right one for the banquet. "We bought the perfect heels and

g-string to go with this earlier," Coco said. But they had left their

purchases at each store and would arrange delivery later. "We don't have

time to go back. But that's OK. They have plenty of options here. I'll

be right back."

  When she returned, they finished dressing Valarie for the evening and

called Nelson to come pick them up.

  The dress was white, sleeveless and form fitting. It hugged her curves

and came just past her ass, though it would ride up with almost any

movement. It was made of lycra and had hundreds of little holes in it.

They were uniform in size and in straight lines. They were each about the

size of a quarter and spaced about three inches apart on either side and

one inch apart top to bottom. It was almost like someone had perforated

it. Presumably, for an eye-catching look, but, just like a perforated piece

of paper, there was little doubt the dress could be torn easily along the

lines of holes if someone had such an idea.

  None of the holes were particularly close to her nipples - by design,

Valarie had to assume - and she was grateful. With the dress stuck to her

like plastic wrap, there was no concern about it slipping around and one of

her nipples accidentally being exposed. If she - or someone else -wanted

that to happen, they would have to physically shift the material one way or

the other. That was a relief because Valarie was already preoccupied with

tugging at the bottom of the dress to keep from showing off her ass.

  White stiletto heels with white ankle straps drew even more attention to

Valarie's legs and all those who would certainly be studying her ass would

be able to clearly see the thin straps of a black g-string over her hips.

They would also have little trouble noticing that she wore no bra. Even

not erect, her nipples were clearly outlined against the skin-tight

garment.

  She wore large silver hoop earrings, a gaudy diamond bracelet and large

round dark sunglasses. She looked like a movie star on the red carpet in a

dazzling dress designed to draw attention and create a stir.

  "Wow, you look like a million dollars," Coco said as they walked back

out toward the front of the store where Nelson would pick them up. "People

will assume you're famous and ask for your autograph, I bet."

  "You think?" Valarie giggled. "I feel so..."

  "Glamorous?" Coco offered.

  "Exposed," Valarie said, tugging at the bottom of the dress, well aware

that it was showing off the bottom curve of her ass. "I don't feel like

I'm wearing anything at all. You can see everything in this."

  "And yet nothing," Coco said. "That's the beauty of it. Sexy, yes. A

bit slutty, oh yes. Naughty, hell yes. But illegal or scandalous. Nope.

With that gorgeous hunk of a man next to you, all eyes will be on you two

tonight. Every man there will want to trade places with Jimmy and every

woman there will want to have your body and your man. Live it up, sister,

you're going to have a great time."

  "I can't thank you enough," Valarie said. "For this, for all the

advice, for ... well, you know."

  "I know," Coco said. "I see why they like you. You're sweet. In more

ways than one."

  They both laughed. "But you're also sexy as hell. You just don't know

it yet," Coco continued. "That's a good thing. Guys like that. They like

girls who are prettier than they give themselves credit for, who are kind

and sweet but have that little bit of a naughty, adventurous side. You've

got that. All of it. I'd pay a million bucks to have your ass. Hell, I

paid half that for these tits."

  They both laughed again, then waved as they saw Nelson speeding toward

them.

  "Whatever I paid you, double it," he said to Coco as they got in.

"That's a fantastic outfit. Oh my, Valarie, you look amazing."

  "Thank you," she said softly, admiring Nelson, who looked especially

handsome in a tailored dark suit. "It's all Coco. She knows what to do."

  "Well, I grant you she knows what she's doing," Nelson said, "but what

I'm looking at is all you, not Coco."

  "That's what I keep telling her," Coco said. "She doesn't realize how

gorgeous she is. I know you guys love that ass, right?"

  "Of course," Nelson laughed. "Best ass and legs you'll ever see. And

the rest is pretty damn nice too. You have amazing eyes and smile,

Valarie. You look stunning. I can't believe you guys weren't followed by a

dozen guys."

  "Oh, they were watching us all right," Coco said. "Probably see our

pictures on who knows what web sites tonight. Damn cell phone cameras are

everywhere."

  "Well, I like taking pictures too," Nelson said. "That's why we're

going to have a little fashion show later. But for now, we're late. Coco,

do you mind if I drop you at the house and you can prepare the fashion

show? I called the driver and the clothes you guys bought should be

delivered in about an hour. I don't need to see everything all at once.

Just pick out 10 or 12 nice things. You know what to do."

  "I sure do," Coco said. "See you guys later. Val, watch out for the

broomstick."

  Valarie laughed, remembering the janitor's closet. "What was that about

a broomstick?" Nelson asked.

  "I'll tell you later," Valarie said. Then she leaned over, turned his

head and kissed him hard on the mouth. "Thank you for all the clothes."

  "You're welcome," Nelson said. "I'm sure you'll continue to show me

your appreciation this evening."

  "Any way you want," Valarie practically purred.

  "Surprise me," Nelson teased.

  "I'm not sure that's possible," Valarie laughed, "but I'll try.

Speaking of surprises, what exactly is this banquet we're going to?"

  "It's for a charity our firm supports," Nelson said. "Every year, they

have this big black-tie dinner and a silent auction and raise tons of

money. There will be a couple hundred people in there. The food will be

cold and lousy, the speakers will be boring and the silent auction items

are the same every year. Still, it's a great cause and we love supporting

it, so we come every year."

  "Sounds good," Valarie said. "You said black-tie dinner. Does that

mean I should be wearing a black dress?"

  "No," Nelson said. "You shouldn't be wearing anything other than what

you have on right now. That's absolutely perfect. Will most of the women

be in black? Yes, or some other dark color. That's fine, though, because

it will make you stand out that much more. And I want everyone to see you

tonight."

  Valarie was suddenly very nervous. Earlier, the idea of being the

center of attention had been exciting. Now, though, knowing she would be

dressed so differently in front of such a formal crowd, her body so

blatantly displayed, she was jittery and worried. Nelson sensed this and

put his hand on her bare thigh. His touch was warm, strong, reassuring.

  "Relax," he said. "People will look at you, yes. They will comment,

yes. But they will be jealous at heart. You look amazing. Be confident,

be strong. I know you are. Embrace it. Enjoy it. Don't let it

intimidate you. Be a star tonight."

  "OK," Valarie nodded. "Thank you. I'll try... I mean, I will."

  "That's better," Nelson smiled. Then to break the tension, he asked,

"So, it seems that you and Coco got along quite well. Anything interesting

I should know about?"

  "How did you...?" Valarie started, realizing she had given it away just

by saying that much. She blushed, shifted in her seat, remembering Coco's

sweet tongue. "Well, yes, in the dressing room we, uh, got better

acquainted. I hope it's OK."

  "Of course it is," Nelson said. "Never apologize for being a sexy girl.

I know from your interview that was your first time with a woman. What did

you think?"

  "Incredible," Valarie said honestly. "She ... touched me differently

than a man. I liked it."

  "Sure," Nelson said. "That's good. Nothing wrong with that. So long

as you still prefer men."

  "Oh, absolutely," Valarie said. "I'm not attracted to women, really, it

just sort of ... happened."

  "How?"

  "Well, I was thinking about tonight, about you," Valarie said, finding

it nearly impossible not to tell him everything. He was so easy to talk to

about extremely private things. "I was waiting for Coco to bring some more

clothes and I got... excited. I touched myself. I thought about you

taking me into some janitor's closet tonight and having sex with me right

here at the banquet."

  "That's where the broomstick comes in," Nelson nodded.

  "Yeah, well, I was thinking about that, touching myself and forgot about

Coco. She found me in the dressing room with my panties off. She ...

offered to help. She was so sweet. And she said I was too," Valarie

added, giggling.

  "I wish I could have seen that," Nelson said. "Well, like I said, don't

apologize for being sexy. Women can get horny and lusty and naughty just

like men. Janitor's closet, huh? Well, we might just have to scout around

and find one."

  Valarie didn't even think about objecting.

  They pulled up to a conference center attached to a hotel and Nelson

turned the car over to a valet. Valarie noticed the other people walking

in. They were all dressed so nicely. Expensive suits, formal dresses,

most of which were at least knee length. Most the attendees were in their

30s or older, too. Valarie realized she would not only have the most

eye-catching, revealing dress on, but she would also be one of the youngest

people there. Most of Valarie's other experiences that had involved being

the best or most anything involved academics. Otherwise, she had always

sort of blended in despite her sweet demeanor and natural beauty. She had

never been one to draw extreme amounts of attention. That was changing

fast.

  Nelson helped her out of the car and Valarie tugged her dress down.

"Don't touch the dress again," he whispered in her ear. "If it needs to be

adjusted, I will do so."

  "Yes sir," Valarie said softly as they entered the huge building and

followed the crowd into the banquet hall. Already Valarie heard murmurs in

the crowd and felt hot stares on her body. She knew they were looking at

her, talking about her. But she hugged Nelson's arm tightly and felt safe.

She was with the strongest, best-looking gentlemen there and she felt safe

with him. She forced herself to think about what he wanted from her

tonight and not what others were thinking. He wanted her to be proud and

strong and confident, to carry an air of sophistication and class despite

her attire. He wanted to be able to show her off and make other men

jealous. She would do that for him, if she could.

  She returned the lusty looks from men and critical frowns from women

with the same glowing smile that had earned her compliments all her life.

She looked right back into their eyes with her own shimmering jewels,

trusting the pretty, confident, light-up-the-room face that had always been

her best feature. Of course, a lot of the looks were going to what most of

the guys considered her best features - her ass and her legs. They were

displayed brilliantly in this outfit and most of the men didn't even try to

hide their obvious interest and appreciation.

  Nelson was smiling, nodding to familiar faces, leading Valarie to the

bar. He got them both a drink and they continued mingling. They bumped

into acquaintances and he introduced Valarie with pride in his voice,

treating her with all the respect of a princess. A star, Valarie reminded

herself, be a star. She greeted everyone with her sparkling eyes and warm

smile, shaking hands and complimenting other women on their glamorous

dresses. She was witty, charming and graceful.

  "You're doing great," Nelson whispered to her as he led her to their

assigned table.

  He introduced her to the others at the table - four other couples. Two

of the woman looked openly hostile toward her, but the other two were

civil, one of them even complimenting her earrings. For the most part,

Valarie ate quietly, listening to Nelson and the other men shop fishing

stories and discuss the woes of the local baseball team. She ate

carefully, trying to make sure she got nothing on her dress.

  As Nelson had promised, the food wasn't great and the speakers were

boring. But after dinner, a live band started playing jazz and everyone

started drinking and dancing.

  "Come on," Nelson said. "Let's check out the silent auction stuff. I

need to bid on something. We write a big enough check every year, I

suppose, but I still feel like we need to whatever we can."

  They walked up and down the rows of tables, looking at the trips and

expensive wines and other valuable items that had been offered up. Gaining

confidence now, Valarie started leaning over the items, pretending to read

the descriptions, study the bids or look more closely at an item. What she

was really doing was showing off for Nelson and anyone else who was

watching, which, as had been the case practically all day, was any man in

the vicinity. As she bent over at the waist, she knew her dress was riding

up, showing about half of her ass cheeks and, if the angle and lighting

were just right in the now dimly lit dance hall, a peek at her barely

covered pussy. Her long legs looked lean and toned, she knew, in her

heels.

  "Do you ever submit anything for the auction?" Valarie asked.

  "No," Nelson said.

  "You should sometime," she said.

  Nelson looked around, smiling as if he just had a great idea. He

noticed all the men looking at her, but instead of lust in their eyes, he

suddenly saw dollar signs. Most of the men were here with their wives, but

some were here with dates they didn't really want to be with or had come

stag. There would be enough, he knew.

  "That's a great idea," he nodded. "Let's do it right now."

  "Now?" Valarie asked. "But what could you have to ...." It dawned on

her what he had to offer. Her.

  "Now, don't worry, I'm not going to prostitute you," Nelson said. "But

I think we can let someone have a little fun in exchange for a big check to

a good cause."

  "Whatever you want," Valarie said, the words leaving her mouth before

she had time to think about what she was agreeing to. He outlined it to

her quickly.

  "Do you think they will like that?" she asked. "I mean, it's pretty

racy for a formal crowd."

  "Someone will write a big check," Nelson said. "That's all this big

crowd really cares about. And we write a big enough one they will listen

to us."

  He found one of the board members and laid out what he wanted to offer.

The man looked at Valarie approvingly. "Are you sure you're up for this,

my dear?"

  "Anything for such a good cause," she smiled back.

  "OK. Well, let me get my camera."

  Five minutes later, a new auction item was added to the table. The item

displayed was a picture of Valarie in her barely there white dress.

Underneath, it said: "For bid, the Valarie experience. Winner gets to

remove Valarie's panties and keep them. Winner receives one slow dance

with Valarie and a kiss from Valarie. Winner gets to take up to 10 photos

of and/or with Valarie. Minimum bid: $1,000."

  "Do you really think someone will pay that much for ... me?" Valarie

asked.

  "I know it. Just watch."

  Valarie and Nelson stood near the bar, sipping their drinks, watching as

first one man, then others started gathering around the bid table. Valarie

was stunned to see several of them making bids. She had assumed no one

would bid and nothing would happen. Now, she realized, she would be paying

up very soon. The auction was almost over.

  The winner was a young man about Valarie's age. He was a bit chubby,

but not altogether unattractive. "I'm Jeff," he said, introducing himself

to Nelson and Valarie.

  "Very nice to meet you, Jeff," Valarie said. "Thank you for bidding on

me. I'm flattered."

  "You're beautiful," Jeff said. "I would have kicked myself if I hadn't

bid. So, um, where do we go to do this?"

  "Right here," Nelson said.

  "I get to.... Right here?"

  "Yes. Valarie, why don't you show him his first prize?"

  Valarie looked around, aware that circle of men was beginning to form.

She took a deep breath and tugged her dress up the rest of the way over her

ass cheeks. She hooked her thumbs in the straps of her g-string. "They're

all yours," she teased. Then, biting her lip and pouting sexily, she said,

"but I can't get them off by myself. Can you please help me?"

  Men were groaning and offering assistance and Jeff beamed as he knelt

down in front of her. With shaky hands, he grabbed the straps of her

g-string and slid them down her thighs. The silky material clung

stubbornly inside her ass cheeks and to her moist pussy, but gradually gave

way. As it did, Jeff licked his lips and Nelson slowly tugged Valarie's

dress back down over her ass cheeks.

  Valarie stepped out of the underwear and Jeff stood up, waving it

triumphantly to the group of onlookers, grown, professional men in tailored

suits whooping and hollering like frat boys now.

  "Care to dance," Jeff asked Valarie, holding out his hand.

  "Of course, kind sir," she said, taking his hand and placing it around

her waist.

  On the dance floor, Jeff kept his hands on Valarie's hips and she had

her arms around his neck. She whispered in his ear, "You can grab my ass

if you want."

  Jeff didn't need any further encouragement, quickly running his hands

down her hips and cupping her ass. He gave her firm cheeks a little

squeeze as their feet moved slowly to the music. Valarie knew everyone was

watching them dance, could see her pressed closely to him, could see his

hands on her ass and her not resisting. They could see him reaching lower,

touching the bare flesh of the bottom curve of her ass cheeks, his fingers

just inches now from her exposed pussy. Her nipples were hard now and she

could feel them pressing against his chest. Everyone would be able to see

them as soon as the song was over and they'd see her excitement and know

she was aroused. Jeff surely already sensed that, from her hard nipples

and the telltale dampness of the g-string that was stuffed in his pocket.

He had to know. He was aroused too, she could tell. His cock was hard and

pressed against her belly. She thought about Nelson's cock, about making

it hard too.

  The dance ended and Valarie gave him a big kiss on the mouth, not

denying his tongue's entrance into her mouth. She felt his cock lurch

against her and suddenly felt a pang of guilt to have made him so hard

without offering him a release. But that wasn't part of the deal. They

went back to the bar and the board member who had helped them before

offered his camera to Jeff.

  "Take the pictures and I'll give you the memory card to do with as you

please," he said.

  Valarie looked around for Nelson, but didn't see him. She knew he

wouldn't be far away.

  They stood before a curtained backdrop that had been used for the photos

of the top fundraisers and volunteers. First, Jeff took pictures of

Valarie posing for him, cupping her breasts playfully, sucking on her

finger, bending over a table, straddling a chair. Then, he had the board

member take pictures of her kissing Jeff on the cheek, him standing behind

her, cupping her breasts, her bent over the table, with him behind her,

hands on her ass. Finally, he had her stick her tongue in her mouth and

make a fist with her hand as if she were offering him a blowjob, looking at

him with her sparkling, naughty eyes. Then, for the last picture, he had

her kneel down in front of him, his bulge noticeable in his pants as she

licked her lips and put her hands on his belt buckle.

  "Those are great!" he said, thanking her. Valarie stood up and smiled

back at the group of onlookers, laughing, letting them know she was having

fun. Kill them with sweetness, she thought. She was just giving Jeff a

farewell peck on the cheek when she felt a hand grab her wrist. It was

Nelson. He looked serious and started leading her through the crowd, not

roughly, but quickly. They exited the banquet hall and entered a large

concourse. Nelson looked behind them. There were a few people in the

concourse, milling about, but not money. He led Valarie to a small door,

grinning now. Valarie was too. On the door it said, "Janitorial Service."

He wagged a key in front of her, then opened the door. Valarie scurried

inside, Nelson right behind her.

  Within seconds, her dress was around her waist, her legs were around his

waist and he was all the way inside her. He pinned her to the wall with

his hips and he grabbed at her dress, pulling it until her nipples were

poking out of two of the holes. He immediately started tweaking and

pulling them, then put them in his mouth while he put his hands under her

ass and started lifting her up and down. Valarie seldom made a lot of

noise during sex, but she was breathing hard now, groaning with each hard

thrust. Nelson, too, was grunting. They bumped into trash cans and stacks

of paper towels and bottles of cleaning supplies, creating a racket and

drawing a small crowd outside the door.

  Valarie had her legs and arms wrapped around Nelson, clinging to him

tightly, molding her body to his. Valarie had never really cooled down

after her orgasm with Coco. In fact, she'd be on edge, aroused, ready to

go all day. Every second of the day had revolved around sex in some way

shape or form and the sum total of the evening's events had made her every

bit as horny as Nelson. She came suddenly, a quick shriek followed by a

long, low whimper as she clung to him. She knew if anyone was outside,

they would have heard her. She didn't care.

  "Someone's having a good time in there," she heard a deep voice say from

the other side of the door. Couldn't argue with that. Nelson doubled his

efforts now, dropping her down onto a table, throwing her legs over his

shoulders and driving his cock down into her. He came inside her in a

torrent of white, creamy jism, a loud, triumphant grunt announcing his

accomplishment to the world outside.

  Afterward, they clutched each other tightly, giggling as they listened

to the people outside, speculating who was in there and what was going on.

Naturally, many mentioned the "girl in the slutty white dress" and she knew

they suspected that she was involved.

  They put themselves back together and prepared to go out and face the

crowd. Nelson led the way, leading Valarie by the wrist. There was a

little applause, some laughter, some sneers and some disapproving looks.

Valarie and Nelson didn't care. The smiles on their faces were genuine and

nothing could wipe them away.

  Nelson led Valarie to the nearest exit and out to the car, opening the

door for her, always a gentleman.

  In the car, Valarie looked at Nelson, drawn not only by his appearance,

but his confidence and charisma. "Coco called you Jimmy before," Valarie

said. "Is that what you would like me to call you, sir?"

  "Well, certainly don't call me sir away from the office," he chuckled.

"But no, I don't much care for Jimmy. I let Coco do it because, well..."

  "She's Coco," Valarie nodded.

  "Yeah," Nelson said. "But you can call me a James or Jim if you like.

Or stud."

  "Stud it is," she laughed. "No, I like Jim. Thanks for a wonderful

time tonight, Jim. Thanks for all the clothes, Jim. Thanks for fucking me

silly, Jim. Yeah, I like the sound of that."

  "The way you say it, I like it too," Nelson said. "And I don't just

mean your accent."

  "I just can't believe I did all that tonight," she said.

  "All what?"

  "You know, showing off like that, auctioning myself off, having sex with

you in the janitor's closet," she said. "I just... I never thought I'd do

anything like that. And I didn't think I would, well, like it so much.

It's such a turn-on, but it's so scary too. I just can't believe it all

happened."

  "Well, I hope you don't think we're done for the night," Nelson said.

  "Oh no," Valarie said quickly. "Coco warned me about that."

  "What did she say?" he smiled.

  "Not to expect much sleep," Valarie laughed.

  "I'd say that's true," Nelson said, putting his hand on her thigh.

"You've got me thinking all kinds of naughty thoughts."

  "Really?" Valarie said, flattered. "I never thought I made men think

that way."

  "You sure do," Nelson said. "Lots of guys going home from that banquet

tonight might be fucking their dates, but they'll be thinking about you."

  "Oh dear, you really think so?"

  "I guarantee it."

  When they got back to his house, Coco was there and so were all of their

purchases from the day. It was getting late, but Coco was used to late

hours and Nelson and Valarie were far too high to think about slowing down.

After a quick tour - as quick as you can tour a 5,000 square foot home - of

his home, Nelson led Valarie into his spacious living room where Coco had

made arrangements for the fashion show and photo shoot. She had the

clothes laid out and Nelson's camera and tripod set up. A straight-back

chair, baby oil, lollipops, a hard wood bench and bottles of water were

among the props nearby.

  "How was the banquet?" Coco asked.

  "Great," Nelson said. "Valarie made a very large donation to the cause

and I made a very large donation to her pussy."

  "And I didn't fall on the broomstick!" Valarie laughed.

  "Sounds like a wonderful night," Coco said. "I can see you're ready for

more, so let's get started. I have picked out a sampling of some of the

clothes we bought today. Valarie, you will model them for Jimmy and he

will probably take some pictures, ask you to do a few poses. When you get

to where you can't wait any more, you two can go fuck like bunnies and I'll

call a taxi. Sound like a plan?"

  "Perfect," Nelson said. "Well done, Coco."

  Coco handed Valarie an outfit and showed her behind a small curtain she

had set up. "I don't get to watch?" Nelson moaned. He had taken off his

jacket, tie, shoes, socks and slacks and watched in the comfort of an

unbuttoned dress shirt and his boxers.

  "Easy, tiger," Coco teased back. "You get to play dress up and Barbie

doll and whatever else you want with her all night. Let the girl have some

peace and get a chance to show off a little for you before you start

ripping her clothes off again."

  "All right, fair enough," Nelson chuckled. "But I'm horny and in the

presence of two beautiful sluts. I'm not responsible for my actions."

  "Neither are we," Coco teased again.

  The first outfit was a sexy piece of lingerie. On top was a sheer white

scarf that tied loosely around her neck with a frilly bow at her throat.

There were no sleeves or back to it. Instead, the ends hung loosely like a

pair of drapes over either breast, leaving bare the smooth skin between her

breasts and her belly. A matching pair of sheer white bikini panties and

some white stilettos completed the picture.

  Valarie strode confidently across the floor, her long, strong legs

carrying her athletic body sensually. She turned and let him see from the

back, then faced him, hands on hips.

  "Outstanding," Nelson nodded. He stepped forward and touched the soft

fabric, lifting one side of the top to expose her breast, then letting it

fall back down in place. "Pose for me."

  "How?" Valerie asked, ready to serve.

  "However you want," Nelson said. "Tease me. Show me what you have.

Think about centerfold and swimsuit models you've seen pictures of."

  Valarie realized he was testing her, to see if she had learned enough

yet to understand how to display herself for him and the others. Right

now, she had to think about it, arching her back to make her breasts stick

out, pinching her nipples to make them hard, keeping her legs straight and

slightly spread when she bent over to give the best view of her ass, pussy

and legs all at once. She had to think about how to purse her lips or pout

or smile, how to suck on her finger or cup her breast to demonstrate

arousal and desire. It wasn't easy, but she did it without instruction

from either Coco or Nelson. The camera snapped repeatedly and she trusted

that was a good sign. She could see now she would have to practice this,

however, to become so natural at it that displaying her body in its most

sexually appealing way would become second nature.

  The next dress made her hole-filled, skin-tight dress from the banquet

look like a ball gown. It was black with spaghetti straps over the

shoulders and hung down to her knees on her left side. The hem, however,

was curved, angling sharply up her body. The slinky garment covered her

right breast, but there was no right side to the dress. Her thigh, ass and

side of her breast were completely exposed and one needed only to "pull

back the curtain" to see the whole show. In effect, it was like a single

curtain draped over one about two-thirds of her body, leaving one entire

side bare. The clingy material wrapped around her firm round breasts and

the dark dress matched her silky black hair. Black stilettos were the only

shoes for this dress and Valarie's had a pair of sexy thin straps around

each ankle.

  Again, Nelson nodded his approval and took many photos. Valarie used

the open side of the dress to her advantage, putting a leg up on the coffee

table, showing off the curve of her legs and ass, the smooth skin of her

belly and the tantalizing roundness of her breast.

  The show-stopper outfit, though, was the most extreme mini skirt Valarie

had ever scene. It was bright red, six inches top to bottom, with a five

and a half inch slit up the side. She wore it low on her hips to cover her

pussy, leaving a wide bare space between her navel and the top of the

skirt. The slit, which was on one side only, left her thigh exposed and was

an invitation for a gentleman friend to reach underneath. The top was no

less appealing. It was a deeply scooped cowl, the same bright red color

and stretchy, soft satiny material. It tied behind her neck and the loose,

low hanging scoop neck reconnected just above her belly button, where the

top came to an end. It wrapped tightly around her waist, accentuating the

curve from her breasts to her waist. Red pumps matched perfectly.

  Nelson took dozens of pictures, occasionally touching his hard cock

while Valarie teased him with her legs and ass and her stunning eyes. She

stood, legs far apart, and bent over at the waist, showing him her bare ass

underneath that tiny skirt. She got on all fours on the bench, reaching

back to grab her heels, showing off her curves and her flexibility at the

same time. She straddled the hard back chair, arms supporting her chin on

the back of the chair, legs spread wide, looking long and lean and

inviting.

  "That's it," Nelson said. "I can't take it any more. Great job, Coco.

Now leave. I've got something to do."

  "You mean someone," Coco laughed. She gave him a kiss and Valarie an

hug and let herself out while Nelson approached Valarie.

  "Have you seen the pool yet?"

  "No," she said.

  He took her by the hand and led her out onto his beautifully landscaped

patio, handcrafted hard wood chairs and benches were spaced out perfectly

around a firepit and inground pool. The early summer air was cool this

late at night and Valarie shivered in her tiny outfit.

  Nelson hugged her to warm her up and to feel her up at the same time.

He felt her breasts through the soft material, then inside it. He pinched

her nipples through it, hoping that the material would feel good against

the sensitive buds. He cupped her ass and touched the part of her upper

thigh exposed by the slit in the mini skirt. He kissed her on the mouth,

their tongues intertwining, their chests pressed together. Valarie ran her

hands over his hard chest, loving the feel of his muscles. She grabbed his

ass, pleased by its firmness and obvious strength, which would add power to

his thrusts.

  She closed her eyes and moaned as he kissed her neck and pushed the top

of her dress aside, filling his hands with her breasts. She felt his palms

on her nipples, rubbing them ever so gently. She nibbled on his ear and

felt his cock surge against her thigh. He was one of those guys, huh, she

thought? Loves to have his ears licked. She made a mental note.

  He was sucking on her nipples now, his hands moving down, reaching under

her skirt, grabbing her ass, following its tempting curve right to her

pussy, which welcomed his fingers with a warm, wet kiss.

  She wondered about neighbors being able to see or here, but it was pitch

black outside the ring of light from the patio lamps. She wasn't even sure

if there were other houses nearby or if anyone was in ear shot. Not that

it mattered now. Nothing was going to stop this from happening and she

didn't care how many people watched.

  She let him lean her against the outdoor bar. She put her hands on it

and leaned over slightly as he hitched up her skirt and entered her from

behind, his cock sliding easily into her pussy. He reached around and

cupped her breasts again, a bit more firmly this time. He thrust into her

with force and power, but also control. Just like he was at work, at a

banquet or anywhere else, Nelson always seemed in control. And here, now,

his cock was the master, a benevolent ruler, to be sure, but a powerful one

as well. It commanded her pussy with long, deep strokes that gave her

immense pleasure. Hail to the king and his mighty sword, she thought to

herself, thinking she might bow to him and kiss his feet if he made her cum

yet again.

  She didn't expect it to happen, though. The chill air had sapped her

mood momentarily and she was only now working back up. Surely, he would

finish before she reached that point. But Coco was right. Nelson had

amazing stamina and he got what he wanted. He wanted Valarie to cum and

willed his cock to make that happen before it could rest. He played her

pussy like a violin, sawing his cock back and forth, making beautiful music

with her lips and clit until the happy tune finally ended with Valarie

shuddering to a climax. As soon as she recovered, Nelson spun her around

and pushed her to her knees, painting her face with his cum, his cock

creating a masterpiece with broad strokes across her nose, eyes and cheeks.

Some of his "paint" spilled into her hair, adding streaks of white to her

raven-colored locks. He was careful not to get any on her clothes,

however, because this was one outfit he wanted to see again.

  "We bought this in white, black and silver, too," Valarie said, as if

reading his mind. "I'm glad you like it."

  "I like everything you bought, everything you do," Nelson said. "But

you said you really appreciated all I bought for you. Are you sure you've

thanked me enough?"

  "I'm just getting started," Valarie smiled devilishly. She dropped her

top and skirt on one of the deck chairs and walked naked toward the house,

wearing only her heels and his cum.

  "I'll be damned," Nelson muttered to himself, shaking his head.

"Hottest little slut I've ever scene." He trotted after her, ready to play

with his toy some more.

  The Sweet Slut in Training By DL Sloan Chapter Three: Hot Wheels

  They had sex three more times that night, napping in between. Valarie

rode him once, took it doggy style another time and lay back and spread her

legs wide the third time. She came once more, him three times. They both

were wet and sticky and as happy as could be. Valarie didn't think she was

falling in love with Nelson, but she sure loved the fun they had together

and the fact that he turned her on as much as she did him.

  She had some doubts about that same level of attraction for Sunday.

Travers was a nice looking man for his age and she respected the way he

handled himself and appreciated the way he treated her. He was first-class

all the way. But still, he was old enough to be her father. "Or my

father's friend," she told herself, finding that much less creepy. Still

after two fun-filled, sex-filled nights with Roy and Jim, she wondered how

Travers would be. Boring?u Creepy? Would she be able to get aroused for

him? Should she fake it? She knew she wasn't supposed to, but, wasn't

that better than the alternative? Despite her worries, she woke up in a

great mood.

  Nelson helped her pick out an outfit to wear for Travers and promised to

have the remainder of the items spread evenly between her place and theirs,

so there would always be options wherever she was staying for the night.

  "Hmm, he said he was going to take you car shopping, so you'll want to

make a good impression on the sales guy, maybe get a good deal," Nelson

said, rummaging through her new wardrobe. "We need something that shows

off your legs and ass - you can bend over the hood or pump the gas, give

him a little show. Plus, Travers will love that. He's always gone after

the leggy girls."

  Valarie made another note, telling herself to get on her computer and

start keeping a file on the guys, their likes and dislikes. Like Nelson's

ear thing and Travers leg thing. She'd need every edge to keep them happy

and satisfied for a whole year. At this pace, they'd be tired of her in a

week, she thought.

  "This is perfect for car-shopping," he said, holding up a tiny little

jumpsuit that was checkered black and white like a racing flag. It was

full-sleeved and body tight, but the legs ended at the tops of her thighs.

A zipper ran from the neck line all the way down to her crotch. Nelson

insisted she wear it with no bra or panties. "It's so tight, it will

really show off your nipples and your pussy lips," he said. "Plus, it

won't be really easy to get out of, even with the zipper, so we need to

make sure Travers can see or touch whatever he wants, when he wants."

  She wore black, thigh-high stiletto-heeled boots and a silvery hoop

earrings from last night's banquet.

  "Damn, they might give you a car for free just for walking in looking

like that," Nelson said. "Man, I wish you could be here one more day.

It's going to be a long wait until Wednesday."

  "I'll see you tomorrow, Jim," she said.

  "Yeah, but tomorrow you're off limits and Tuesday will just be, you

know, something quick in the office. I'm talking about Wednesday, when we

can really have some fun."

  "I can't wait," Valarie said, kissing him on the mouth.

  She walked out the front door, surprised at how easily she handled the

boots as she strode down the walk to Travers, who was waiting in his BMW.

  "Well, that's certainly a fitting outfit for today," Travers smiled,

opening the door for her. "I must say, I can't wait for a trip to victory

lane."

  Valarie giggled appropriately at his lame joke. "Well, gentleman, start

your engine."

  "You seem bright and cheery this morning," Travers said. "I was afraid

Nelson might have worn you out."

  "He tried," Valarie laughed. "But don't worry, I'm in good shape. I'm

100 percent and ready to go for you, sir."

  "Please, call me Bill," he said. "The dealership doesn't open for a

couple more hours. Have you had breakfast yet?"

  "No," Valarie said. "But I'm starving."

  He took her to a small diner, not the upscale setting she expected from

him, but it was nice and charming in its own way. The food was good and

the patrons, mostly older men more interested in talking sports and

drinking coffee than actually eating, certainly didn't seem to mind

Valarie's presence. She heard them making several jokes amongst themselves

about taking her for a test drive, checking her oil with their dipstick and

getting a better look at her air bags. The usual frat boy type of humor

that some men never seemed to tire of. Valarie wasn't offended in the

least. She found it cute and flattering and took it upon herself to give

them a treat - one she figured Travers would appreciate. She excused

herself to go the restroom, which meant walking past the group of regulars.

Or, in this case, it meant leaning over their table, her top unzipped to

her navel, and asking them if they knew where the restroom was. Some were

too awestruck to speak and those more aware stalled her, asking why she

needed to know, why she hadn't been here before, anything to keep her

leaning over in front of them. She looked back over her should and saw

Travers smiling as he watched.

  On the way back from the restroom, Valarie stopped at the old fashioned

juke box just outside the kitchen and found a song she recognized, though

she wasn't fully versed in American music. She strode back to the table of

regulars, hands behind her back, pouty look on her face and asked, "Does

anyone have a quarter I could borrow? I really want to hear this song."

  "Dance for us and it's yours," one of the men said, handing her a

quarter.

  "But of course," she smiled. "I always dance to this song."

  She put the quarter in, waited for the rock ballad to come on and

started shaking her hips, swinging her arms and wiggling her ass to the

beat. Slowly, she made her way back to Travers, reaching the table as the

song ended. She looked back and saw every man looking at her, some of them

actually applauding her little show. The big question was, did Travers

like it. The smile on his face and the bulge in his pants told her he did.

  "Um, sir, I mean Bill," she whispered, leaning across the table toward

him. "Is there something I can do to help you with that." She motioned

toward his crotch with her eyes.

  "Later," he assured her. "Now, it's time to buy a car. You can help me

with that. I have a feeling we're going to get very good service."

  "I really can't believe you're going to buy me a car," Valarie said.

  "Actually, we're not buying it," Travers said. "We do some work with

the guy who owns this dealership. To reduce some of his costs, we worked

out an arrangement to where we would each lease a new car every year.

While this one isn't part of the deal, I think they'll be willing to work

with us."

  They pulled into the lot and found that there were already a handful of

people doing some Sunday car shopping. Everyone took note when Valarie got

out of the car, her flashy outfit and stunning looks drawing every eye from

the rows of high-end cars to her own set of hot wheels.

  Three eager salesmen scrambled toward them, eager not only for a

potential sale, but also the chance to get a closer look. Travers stopped

them, holding his palm up, "Sorry boys, I deal only with Jacobs. Could one

of you get him for us, please?"

  One of the men scurried away, nearly tripping as he looked back over his

shoulder at Valarie. While they waited for Jacobs, Travers and Valarie

looked around the lot. Valarie didn't really know or care much about cars

- this was Travers' deal all the way - so she resumed doing what she knew

was her job. She leaned over the hood of the cars, looking at imaginary

dents or scratches. She knelt down to peer in the window at the odometer

or to read the sticker in the window. She opened a door and leaned in,

knowing her ass and legs were on display, sticking out of the vehicle. She

knew Travers was watching the whole time and assumed some of the others in

the lot were too.

  As she stood up and closed the door, she turned and saw Travers and

another man shaking hands. Jacobs. He was younger than Travers, probably

in his early to mid 40s, balding with a bit of a beer belly. He had a

friendly smile and firm handshake.

  "Pleasure to meet you, Valarie," he said. "Bill tells me you need a

car. I think we can help you out."

  "Great, thank you so much," she said.

  "So, what are we looking for?" Jacobs asked.

  "I was thinking of something sporty, fast, sexy," Travers said.

"Something that fits her. She will occasionally be running errands for us

and, when she does, you can bet one of us is expecting her to arrive

quickly and take care of something right away."

  Valarie didn't know if Jacobs understood what Travers was saying, but

she sure did. If he called her, all hot and bothered, he expected her to

be able to get to him quickly and take care of him.

  Jacobs nodded, his eyes quickly roving over her body, trying to be

discreet. He showed them a few different cars before Travers selected one

for a test drive. It was a sporty little convertible. He got in the

passenger seat, Jacobs rode in back and Valarie drove. It was a stick

shift and her legs pumped as she shifted, both men watching her smooth

thighs and heeled boots work the pedals.

  "What do you think?" Travers asked after a few minutes.

  "I love it!" she said. "It's amazing."

  "Well, I like it too, but do you mind if I drive for a few minutes? I

need to make sure of one thing."

  They switched places and Travers stunned both Valarie and Jacobs by

pulling his cock out of his pants. "Let's see if there's enough head

room," he said matter-of-factly, easing the car back into traffic. Valarie

glanced back at Jacobs, who was slack jawed. She smiled and bent over,

taking Travers' cock in her mouth. She felt it harden and bobbed her head

up and down, working it into the back of her mouth. She peeked back at

Jacobs again. The man was wide-eyed and touching himself. Valarie was

just working up a good rhythm and expecting Travers to put his hands on her

head and finish the job when he pulled over.

  "Jacobs," he said. "You drive now. We need to see if there's enough

room back there."

  "For what?" Jacobs asked, realizing instantly what a stupid question it

was.

  Valarie climbed in first, unzipping her jumpsuit all the way to her

crotch. Travers straddled her chest and she pressed her small, firm tits

around his cock. He fucked her tits with quick hard strokes, his orgasm

very near thanks to her oral skills. He put his cock in her mouth,

straddling her face, and she sucked diligently on the head and licked his

shaft. He came quickly, pulling back and covering her face with a load

that he had clearly been saving up for a couple days. It coated her lips

and nose and eyelids.

  He sat up and zipped his pants. "Yep, plenty of room," he said. "We'll

take it. Let's just add it to our deal, OK?"

  "I, uh, don't know if I can do that," Jacobs said.

  "What will it take to convince you?" Travers asked.

  "Could I..."

  "No, you can't," Travers snapped, anticipating the question. "But you

can jerk off on her, if you want. OK with you, Val?"

  Valarie nodded, afraid to open her mouth and have the cum slide in.

Travers hadn't told her to swallow it yet.

  "Hell yes, it's a deal," Jacobs said, looking at Valarie, her tight

body, her cum-covered face, her eyes sparkling behind jism-coated lashes.

He parked the car quickly and Travers took over the driving, taking them

back to the dealership. Valarie lay in the back seat, Jacobs straddling

her chest now, his hand rubbing his cock just inches above her face. He

was stroking it hard and fast and she wondered when the last time he'd had

sex was. He sure was hard.

  The answer was obvious when his cum poured out in bucket loads all over

her face. The poor man hadn't gotten off in quite some time. A few days

ago, Valarie would have been disgusted by such an inordinate amount of the

creamy, sticky stuff on her face, but now, she felt more proud than

anything. She had made two men very happy by doing little more than

dressing sexy, teasing and giving them a place to shoot their load. All in

all, it seemed a fair price to pay for a car like this and Valarie was

pleased that she was keeping up her end of the bargain. Everyone was

happy. No one was getting hurt. It was fun and exciting. Yes, this

lifestyle was crazy, but she was catching on and liking it a little more

every minute.

  I want the charecter to look like myself. I am 5'6", with striking

hazel eyes and black shoulder length straight hair. My measurements are

34b-28-36. I have the curves in the right places.

  "You will stay with Roy on Fridays, Nelson on Saturdays and me on

Sundays," he said. "Monday will be your off day, then you'll be with Roy

on Tuesdays, Nelson on Wednesdays and me on Thursdays."

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like attention to both my lips and my clitoris.. Both are rather sensitive

and respond to sofft touches... i like being kisssed while someone is

touching me..

  Blowjob while test driving car Soccer game in tube top and booty shorts;

wet, muddy, crowd watching Friend helps shop; public fashion show;

modeling/photo shoot

  I am from Glasgow, scotland and i am the office assistant at a law firm

here.

  I want myself to be the charecter. My turn offs include pain, too much

violence, trashy stuff, bathroom, animals etc. I am a little submissive in

that i like being under control. I like being told what to wear etc.

something like a dress code and a code of conduct for me to follow. at the

same time i should be free to make my own decions if i wish. with cori. i

like how she is made to wear different outfits and how the guys share her.

i have always had a fantasy about being shared. I want the charecter to

look like myself. I am 5'6", with striking hazel eyes and black shoulder

length straight hair. My measurements are 34b-28-36. I have the curves in

the right places.

  I am working as an office assistant at a law firm here. I wear ladies'

suit to work. roleplays with a bit of control excite me. I have fancied

going on a cruise with for men and that scenario turns me on a lot.

  I want the charecter to be name Valarie. Age 23   Skin tone/ethnicity

(are you tan, pale, etc.?) I have a mixed parentage. Dad is french

canadian and mom is a scott. I have a slightly tanned skin.   How would

you describe the shape of your breasts? Are your nipples dark or light?

Are they large? Especially sensitive? i'd have to say round for the want

of a better word. It is nice and goes with the contour of my body. My

nipples are light and are sensitive but not too much.   Do you shave or

trim your pussy? I trim.   Do you have any tattoes or piercings? No.

Only my ears are pierced.   What do you consider your best feature (legs,

eyes, breasts, etc.) I like my legs a lot. And the way i loook from

behind.   What do men consider your best feature (might be the same answer,

might not). My legs, my ass and my eyes. some say they have a spark and

look "intelligent".   What are you hobbies, interests, other than sex?

Again, this can be your character, not necessarily you. Do you have any

sort of athletic background? Music? Anything that might make the story

more personal and realistic is good. I am a big sports fan. soccer and

cricket. Love both. I read a fair bit too. I have tried my hands at

sports back in school but not anymore.Musuc..well not really. I have

always been an outdoors person. I have played soccer in the rain lots of

times. (it rains a lot here in the uk and i like getting wet)   Can you

tell me any more about the cruise fantasy? I like the idea a lot. Any

particular parts to how it would come about, who you would be with, where

you would be going, etc. I can make up a lot of things, but if you have

particular visions or ideas, it will probably help to start with those and

then I can take it fom there. I will tell you how i have fantasised that

one. The yatch belongs to a friend of my bf's..we share a ver open

relationship. His friends visit often. On one occasion, we decide to go

on a cruise for 4 days and each of them will have me for one of the days.

they will decide what i wear, where the yatch will go, who does what to me

and all... and we go..   Please feel free to ask me anything u wanna

know, however intimate.   It need not be in Sotland. just add how i got

to where the story is taking place. I have no such preferences. I do not

mind name calling but not a lot.You know i should be under control, yet

free. Nothin over the top but some intimate name calling would be great. I

love fantasies and i love reading stories.

  It takes time to build alright. I am not really vocal. I like hearing

others though. I do make sound when i cum but i am not too loud.   I find

it easy to trust you, i do not know why.  Anyways i am only too glad to be

answering your questions. I have never enjoyed anal sex much. I have

never enjoyed the sensation much. Whether to include it in the story, well

that really is your choice. I leave it to the author and his

sensibilities. If that makes the story better, i have no qualms. i do not

enjoy it much though.. I can see that you are a nice guy. easy to be with

and really understanding. I hope the story would be just as good.

  I have never been to the US before. I am not familiar with any part of

that country except for what i have seen on TV and the stuff i have read

about. I have no problems about having the story set in US.

  I have swallowed cum but and i like it. I don't get overwelhemed by it

or anything but i am all right.

  About men, I like men with great bodies especially the chest. I like

the sculpted greed god like looks. I love resting my head on someone's

really strong chest. I like them to be intelligent with a streak of

adventure in them. He should be engaging to talk to and should have great

ideas for  me.

  When you're feeling sexy, what do you like to wear? i like to wear

something like a negligee or just a long shirt, mostly white with nothing

underneath. Somethin that feels sliky on my body. You know, something

that can give a ticklish feel at times.

   How about when you're feeling naughty ? I like to dress up. Mostly

very short skirts so i can show off my legs,  with lace panties or g

strings underneath. Halter tops, tank tops or  just short white t shirts.

   What's the naughtiest thing you've ever worn? Ever done? i can't

think of anything. maybe goig out to the supermarket pantiless in a short

skirt. It was pink and rally short. I did not wear panties. I wore it

with a white tank top. I have not been really slutty or naughty in my life

yet. Its just fantasy for me. Gives me a high thinking of it though

  When i feel aroused well, i feel excited at all times.. i am kinda on

the edge most of the time and i usually feel very happy. a sort of warmth

spreads over me in anticipation (of what , i do not knopw exactly). I get

an urge to get back to my room, wear somethin silky and feel myself all

over with my own hands.

  I can't wait to get my hands on whatever it is that you are going to

send me tomorrow...

  When you're touching yourself, where do you touch most? I touch myself

all over, feel my entire body.. breasts, legs, belly, hands, face ass....

  How do you touch your breasts and nipples? I cup my breasts.. hold it

tight.. rub my hnds over it... pinch the nipples ever so lightly.

  How do you like to be touched? Do you ever use toys or do you prefer

hands and tongues?

  I like to be felt all over. With bare, warm hands. I don't use toys. I

prefer hands and tongues anyday.

  U can ask me anything... don't worry about being blunt or anything. I

like a very soft sensual touch.. More teasing than forceful.. I like

attention to both my lips and my clitoris.. Both are rather sensitive and

respond to sofft touches... i like being kisssed while someone is touching

me.. hope thats all u need to know... dunno y but i can often picture

myself playing soccer in some really sexy attire with the 3 guys now...

Maybe we can have that scene in a future story... Val