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 ï>¿Codi's Choices by Rfaithfull

   Codi's Choices Ch.  01

   Codi thinks she's being being blackmailed but is she?

   It was certainly fun.  A little dangerous even.  Exciting for sure.

   There was something in his eyes that had made it seem not only
acceptable but inevitable.  The soft but firm tones in his voice, the body
language that seemed to hint at confidence in the extreme.  All in all it
was hypnotizing.  It's true they had done a shot of some very smooth
tequila but she knew it was the excuse for what she was doing, not the
reason.

   So now here she was standing, gently undulating, in front of him while
he sat and pointed his cell phone at her, jokingly directing her.  'Okay,
now bite your lip a little....that's it....always keep your mouth open just
a little bit as you stare into the camera....yes...Wow....you've really got
it'.  He gave a little sigh of admiration as though he could barely control
himself in front of her.  Nothing, no compliment ever given, no gift ever
bought had ever made her feel more special or sexy or wanted than she did
in that moment.  She felt the growing wetness between her legs, relieved
that she still had her shorts and panties on.

   Start to pull up your shirt a little....a little more....let me see that
stomach....' She did as he said, feeling something of a glow coming over
her whole body as the shirt went high enough to offer a glimpse of her
white lacy bra.  She knew he could see it.  That he wanted to see it.  Who
was she at this moment, she wondered.  This couldn't really be her, could
it?  Giving what amounted to a lap dance to a man twenty years older than
her whom she had known for only a few hours.  How does that happen?

   Codi was twenty three and blessed with the kind of body where anyone
might assume she was a stripper or Playmate wannabe.  She was voluptuous,
with a figure most rail thin models could only dream of.  She knew it too
but didn't flaunt it.  She tended to dress down, not overly sexy.  But her
general aura was not having any of that.  Her body flaunted itself without
any effort on her part.  And then there was a smile that could light up a
room and long, wavy, dirty-blonde hair that would fall around her face and
shoulders with that permanently tousled look if she didn't tie it back
every day.

   "Open the button on your shorts for me...."

   She felt something deep in her soul at the request,.It didn't sound like
jokey direction anymore.  She couldn't quite figure out a response so she
just kept smiling and moving as she gazed into those confident seemingly
guileless eyes...and then she realized it wasn't a request at all.  It
wasn't an order either...it was just a statement, a statement of
inevitability.  With the blood pounding in her ears, she realized she was
being overwhelmed by the quiet but powerful sexuality that was fast
enveloping her.  She could feel her pussy moisten as she moved her hands to
the button all the while keeping her eyes on his....she undid the button...

   "Open them wider.....I want to see your stomach"

   She opened the top of the jean shorts a little wider and the zipper
started to come down as they moved.  Now his eyes left hers as he gazed at
her tanned belly and the top part of her white scalloped thong that was
just in view at the base of the zipper and stood out perfectly against her
tanned belly ......she felt an absurd sense of pride and relief that she
had worn this pair today.  That he would enjoy the sight....

   He positioned the phone on the little table next to the couch, leaned
forward and planted the softest kiss she had ever felt right above where
her panties showed......she felt just a hint of his tongue in the kiss and
thought she might orgasm on the spot.

   Then, he stood up, right in front of her, almost a foot taller than her
and she was back to being transfixed by his eyes inches above hers and then
she felt it, the palm of his hand on her stomach and she did nothing
nothing to stop its' slow descent into her panties.  She wondered what he
thought of her being smoothly shaved down there.  Would he think her a slut
or a whore?  Would he like that?  What!?  Where did that thought come
from??

   She had no more time to ponder an answer as she felt the pressure of his
smooth fingers on her clit for just a moment.  She gasped...she thought her
knees might buckle but as soon as the moment happened it was gone and she
felt the finger slowly trace its way down her swollen pussy lips and she
knew he could feel how sopping wet she was.  She thought she would feel him
entering her but then she felt his hand withdraw and she almost begged him
out loud to go back until he brought up his fingers, slick with her juices
and he licked them, tasting her as she watched.  Now she really did feel a
little weak and light-headed and almost fell back onto the couch.  He
steadied her with a firm hand at her back and lowered her down.  What would
happen now?

   He looked down at her and picked up the phone from where it had seen
everything.  Was he going to fuck her now?  Have her suck his cock?  And
record all of it?  She realized with a little surprise that she had wanted
him to.  She would have done whatever he wanted in a heartbeat.  But now,
he had picked up her phone and the crushing disappointment she felt at the
reality that this episode was all but over, shocked her.  Why did she even
let it happen?  She slowly realized that without the camera, she wouldn't
have done any of this, no matter how much she might have wanted to.  What
was it about the camera that defined and enabled this encounter?

   "Don't worry," he said, handing her the phone, apparently reading her
mind.  "It's your phone.  No one has to see this.  You can delete
everything like it never happened.."

   As soon as he said it she was surprised by how negative an action that
seemed.  It turned her on immensely that all that had happened had not only
happened but it had been recorded.  She knew it was dangerous.  She knew
even celebrities' home movies somehow ended up online.  My God, what would
happen if this got out....her, half stripping for a man twice her
age....letting him slide his hand inside her shorts......and then quite
plainly tasting her sexual juices and her seemingly quite happy and hungry
about all of it.....she knew she wanted to see it again, to relive
it......but she couldn't believe these were the thoughts crowding out all
others in her mind.  She looked back at him again and started to recover a
little bit of the normalcy she knew the world always expected, even
demanded, of her.

   "Of course," she heard herself say.  "Thank you.  I don't know what came
over me."

   She waited for his polite dismissal of what had happened.  That's what
you did in polite society.  You let other people off the vulnerability
hook.

   "Really?" he said.

   She heard it as a question.  At least she wanted to...but was it?  It
was a different tone.  She didn't know what she wanted.......and that made
her wonder exactly who she was at this moment.

   Whoever this was, in this room, at this moment, it absolutely,
positively, was not her.....

   What was her, was Codi Samantha Elliott.  At twenty three, the Senior
Realtor at her parents' Realty and Property Management company.  One she
had rescued when it teetered on the brink of collapse.  That had put paid
to a College career she wasn't even able to start.  All those years at the
top of her class.  Straight As every semester......and all for naught
because there was no money available at that point.  Her college fund had
to go back into the business after her father thought property investment
rather than just management, had to be easier than it appeared.  It wasn't
just the money that was needed.  She couldn't even go the student loan
route.  They needed her smarts So it fell to her to whip the company into
shape, reorganize the debt, hire new people, let go of the old ones who did
nothing but take up space.  It was one thing to be telling people many
years her senior, who had been there forever, that they were fired or
warned they were on the verge of it.  It was entirely another when you were
barely nineteen.....  and looked like she did.  Man, they all hated Codi.
Although at work, it was deemed more appropriate to go by her middle name,
Samantha.  It was the first of many casual acts of submerging who she
really was.  Along with dressing down or having to behave in any way that
would help everyone else there and their clients take her seriously despite
her youth and beauty.

   The plan of course was that it would take just a year and then she could
go on to College as planned, but it was apparent very quickly that she was
in for the long haul.  After causing the financial catastrophe, her father
was a shell of his former self and her mother had always looked to him for
strength and now was floundering as she tried to fill his place but in the
end, content to let their only child take on the responsibility.

   Samantha/Codi had almost no social life.  She knew as the boss she
couldn't date anyone there, even if there had been anyone she liked, and
there was never time to meet anyone else.  When she was out somewhere,
which was rare, the kinds of guys that hit on her, as is so often the case
with beautiful girls, always thought they were God's gift and she couldn't
stand them.  Four unsuccessful online dating adventures had all crashed and
burned.........life was somewhat stalled for her.  Or, worse, perhaps it
wasn't stalled at all.  Perhaps this was its' natural state.

   Gianelli's coffee bar.  That was her one sanctuary for an hour each day.
Not one of the Starbucks type abominations, Gianelli's had been here for
over thirty years.  This was a real authentic Italian coffee bar with
genuine atmosphere where Italian pop music played quietly, under the
hissing of the espresso machine, from an old fashioned tape deck behind the
counter.  Fresh, homemade cannoli and tiramisu tempted from a little glass
case.  It may have served largely the same things as the chain coffee bars
but it was a world of difference to her.  It was a mile or two from the
office but that just guaranteed she would never see anyone she knew there.

   One Tuesday she had had a mid afternoon appointment uptown.  No sooner
was she out the door and headed for her car than they called and canceled.
She sighed with annoyance and then turned to go back to her office....and
stopped.  It was only 2.30 but the wildly reckless thought of just taking
some time for herself came over her.....and she turned back to the street.

   Twenty minutes later she found herself at Gianelli's where her unusual
second appearance of the day merited an upturned brow and a friendly nod
from Mrs.  Gianelli.  It was quieter than at lunchtime, just a handful of
customers.  There was one she noticed that she hadn't seen before.  He was
in his early forties, she guessed.  Very good looking in a blue suit with
an open necked shirt.  Black hair swept back from his face, a hint of grey
here and there..  Even across the room there was something magnetic about
his manner.  Mrs.  Gianelli, who was impervious to such things, had a
slightly wider smile for him than was usual, as she brought out his coffee
and pastry.

   Her phone buzzed and she looked down at text and then quickly responded
to it.  When she looked back up, the man was standing right in front of
her.

   "I know you, I think.  Don't I?" he said.

   She felt like a startled schoolgirl.

   "We do?...I mean....." Now she just felt tongue-tied.  What was the
right thing to be saying?  Something witty or clever or charming?  Nothing.
Of course he saved her.

   "How rude of me.  To just blurt that out.  Please accept my apologies.
My name is Michael.  Michael Carter." Perhaps this was just the worst pick
up procedure she had heard but if it was, it was done with such charm and
such an appealing smile, not yet a sexual one......a smile that reminded
her of how Nick Carraway had described Gatsby's smile.  It believed in her
as much as she could want to be believed in.

   I'm Sam----sorry...Codi.  Codi Elliott.  This was certainly a meeting
for her...not Samantha.  He let the name double take go.  He asked to join
her......

   It would turn out much, much later that he had seen her before but she
hadn't seen him.

   He sat down and they talked and talked.  She didn't find out too much
about him apart from generalized talk of being a business consultant....but
she provided all the specifics one conversation could possibly require. 
Everything about her life poured out of her for over an hour.  The college
drama, the financial mess of her parents' business...no social life....on
and on it went, as though he had been a close friend for years.  It was all
something she had evidently had a need to let out, to vocalize about.  Who
else had there been?

   By the time he told her he had to get going, she wondered if she had
gone too far but once again, his smile assured her she hadn't.  He invited
her to come and look at his new offices sometime which happened to be not
far from her neighborhood..  She would stop by the next day, wearing some
shorts and a tank top, which did not even attempt to hide here body the way
her normal wardrobe at work had to.  She told herself she was just going
out for a walk.....and pretending it was all so casual.  She even thought
he probably wouldn't be there at the moment she chose.  Of course he was
there at that time.  Still emptying boxes...wearing a pair of jeans and a
casual shirt.  He had a little stubble today.  She liked that.  They would
chat and sip tequila and ten minutes later she was dancing for him......and
he was filming her.....and then he was tasting her...

   After what had happened that day, she felt thrills rushing through her
when she later got a text from him asking her to stop by the following
Tuesday, he had something he wanted to show her.

   Tuesday was four days away and couldn't come soon enough.  She couldn't
remember feeling this excited about someone....ever.  Was it even the
someone she was excited about or how he made her feel?  The situation
rather than the person.  She loved not really knowing what it what was.

   On that Tuesday afternoon, as she knocked lightly on his office door,
she was nervous, excited, scared and very alive.  More so than she had been
in memory...it would all disappear in a moment.

   "Come on in." It was a woman's voice.  Idiotically, she instantly felt
jealous.  Why was a woman here?  Who was she?  His wife?  Secretary? 
Girlfriend?  She rounded the corner and saw the back of a shapely woman
hanging a picture frame in the office.  She had black hair swept up in an
elaborate bun.  She wore a red two piece suit, the skirt finishing just
above her knees, black heels.

   'Is it straight?' The voice had a hint of Spanish in it that she hadn't
noticed at first.....she didn't sound old.....

   "Hello?"

   Oh, sorry" said Codi.  "Yes, yes, I think so."

   She's an employee, decided Codi, with no little relief.  At least until
the woman turned around, wiping her hands together, her unbuttoned suit
jacket showing a black low cut blouse underneath and more than a hint of an
ample bust.  "Thank you.  I'm Ana.  "

   She was maybe late 30s, perhaps early 40s.  Tasteful, expensive bling.
Light brown, flawless skin.  Black eyes, beautiful smile and perfect skin.
"Shit', thought Codi, the woman was gorgeous and much too well put together
for an employee.

   "You must be Codi".  So, she had been talked about.  Was that a good
sign?  Maybe she was just expected.

   "Yes, I am.  Pleased to meet you." She extended her hand which Ana took
with a smile on her face.

   "Likewise." She proceeded to keep smiling at Codi whilst keeping hold of
the hand a moment or two longer, before finally releasing it.

   "Don't worry about me.  I'm just an old friend."

   At that moment, nothing the younger woman had ever heard was quite so
wonderful.  It was liberating even.  "Oh.." she said.  Even she could hear
the relief in her utterance.  She felt herself blush at her transparency.
Ana let her off the hook.

   "What a pretty summer dress."

   "Thank you." Codi had tried on six different outfits before settling on
this one, which she thought brought out her blue eyes.  So she genuinely
appreciated the validation from her suddenly 'no-threat', new acquaintance.

   "Brings out your eyes.  Drink?"

   "A drink?" Codi looked at her watch.

   "Coffee?  Water?"

   "No, thank you.  Do you know -"

   "When Michael will be back?  Any minute.  He just had to pick up some
papers."

   "Oh.  Do you work with him?"

   "Not, really.  Like I said, I'm an old friend."

   "Right."

   'That's a nice bra you have on."

   "Excuse me?'

   "Your bra.  It's pretty.  There's just enough of it showing to warrant
comment, don't you think?"

   Codi didn't quite know where to look or what this meant.  "I'm sure
Michael will notice it.  That was the idea, right?"

   It was most precisely the idea.  Codi had tried on more sets of lingerie
for this meeting than she had dresses.  What was up with this woman who was
just smiling back at her?  Who seemed to know way more than Codi liked.

   Before Codi had time to figure out a response, there was some noise of
chatter outside the main door of the outer office and then clearer as the
door opened.  It was Michael and another man.  She felt a thrill at the
sound of his voice, a sexual thrill.  Just from his voice?  Wow, this was
all very different for her.  Wonderfully different.  She couldn't wait to
see his face.  She wondered how it might make her react.  But why did he
have someone else with him?  Was everyone in the world invited to their
meeting?  She thought it would just be the two of them.

   All such thoughts left her head as soon as she saw him and he smiled. 
It was a smile that did everything but most of all it made her remember the
feel of his hand sliding into her panties and coating his fingers all over
again, But now he was looking at her waiting for a reply......what had she
missed?  She tried to snap out of it..

   "Excuse me?"

   "I just said it's wonderful to see you again.."

   She all but melted.  Why were these other people here?  Why didn't he
throw them out so they could be alone?

   She was amazed at the intensity of the feeling.  She was already getting
wet between her legs....why?  She didn't want to date him.....he was twenty
years older than her.  It was more than that....she felt fuller....more
evolved......more alive around him.  She hadn't felt it with anyone else in
her life.  It took her entire existence to a new level being the object of
his attention...she was drunk with it.

   The other man, Jasper, was an artist and pleasant enough, she supposed.
Maybe thirty, bearded and paunchy but had that spoiled artist charisma.  He
was the painter of the picture Ana had been hanging.  The conversation
flowed...it was witty, urbane....and she managed to participate even with
her obsessions pounding in her ears and between her legs.  She was sure
they could all see her flushing every time Michael looked at her and
then......GREAT NEWS!!.......Ana and Jasper were going to run an errand
together!  Let them run it to another state!!  But no, Ana said they would
be right back...still...  it was better than nothing.

   As the door closed behind them, she almost passed out at the thought of
being alone with him, for even just a few minutes.  She couldn't speak as
they both listened to the sound of Ana and Justin chatting and Ana's heels
on the stairs down to the street and then, finally, the door opening,
letting the noise of the outside world in for just a second before being
once again banished as the door slammed shut.

   Codi tried to keep her cool.  "You said you wanted to show me -" She
didn't get any further as he immediately held up his hand and the words
died in her throat.

   "We don't have long.  How do you feel about what happened the other
day?"

   'Feel?" She cursed herself for the weak response.  "I don't know.  I
don't know how to describe it."

   He stood up and came toward her but just to pick up the water jug next
to her to refill her glass.

   "I still remember how wonderful you tasted." Now she could feel herself
burning red......and it wasn't all embarrassment.  He smiled at her plight.

   "Did you play with yourself that night?"

   "Yes." she replied instantly.  He smiled at that too.  An appreciative
smile.

   "I see something in you.  Something you may not see in yourself, at
least not yet.  It's why you feel so strongly and strangely about all this.
Do you want to understand it better?"

   "Yes.  Yes, I do."

   "That's what I want to show you.  Yourself.  I will make you this offer.
Do as I say and I will help you to find the answers."

   "What does that mean?"

   "It's simple enough.  Or we can shake hands, say goodbye and you can
turn away from it all."

   The only totally clear thing that she understood completely and fully
was that there was no way she would or even could be saying goodbye.

   "Do we have an understanding?  Do you trust me?" He continued.

   "I don't even know you.....but somehow, yes, I trust you."

   "Good.  Now unbutton your dress."

   Her hesitation, where she just stared back at him, and he looked back at
her, seemed to last for an age...

   What??  Who do you think you are to say that to me?  Are you crazy?" All
these thoughts went through her mind....Except, none of that is what she
actually said.,,,

   "Won't they be right back?" She realized that it sounded like her only
concern.....

   "The door is right there, if you want to leave.  It's fine.  This is for
you, not for me."

   Oh, my God, she thought.  What did that mean?  I'm going to take off my
dress in front of this forty something guy that I barely know?  And it's
for me?  It went against every thing young pretty women are told.  Yes, he
is extremely good looking and I'm sure there are plenty of older women that
would love to take up with him......but,.....  once again........as much as
she processed the racing thoughts that flashed through her head......she
knew that leaving was out of the question.  She knew that he knew it too.
Why was she wasting time?  It was time to cross over into whatever it was
that was waiting for her.  She slowly undid each of the five buttons and
the dress fell open a little.  She didn't try to cover herself but wondered
why?

   "Sit in the center of the couch, on the edge."

   She did, this time catching the dress from opening as she moved, and sat
there, her knees tightly closed.

   "Come on.  That isn't you.  You want me to see you.  Pull the dress open
." She did, and once again was happy at her choice of lingerie.  He breasts
swelled over the blue bra with the white lace edging, the matching panties
tight against her sex.  She looked up to see he appreciated the sight.

   "Very pretty lingerie.  Not a more wonderful sight in this world than a
beautiful woman in just her best bra and panties......like enhanced
nudity."

   "Enhanced?' she asked.

   "Once you're naked, there's nothing else to take off.  You can't get
more naked, can you?" She looked back at him, shrugging with her eyes. 
"Open your legs a little for me..." She did, as though it were the most
common thing to be asked and granted.  "A little more." His eyes wandered
all over her.  It made her.....warm.

   "Show me how you played with yourself that day." Her heart started
pounding again.  Was this really happening?  Why was she here?  Too many
questions.  The only thing she was sure of was that she didn't want him to
mention the door again.

   Her hands started to caress her breasts as she stared into his eyes,
eyes that looked back at her with warmth and, of course, lust.  Just him
watching her excited her more than she could believe.  Was she really about
to masturbate in front of someone?  She had never even come close to that
in any of the unsatisfying romances she had had.  But now, her hands began
to move down her stomach and then she moved her hands to her knees and
began to slowly draw them back up, her fingernails extended down and
tracing up the smooth flesh.  She was putting on a show.  Where did this
all come from?  She ran her hands over the soft material of her thong, her
labia clearly pressing against the tight fabric.  She slipped her fingers
inside the waistband and down onto the soaking wetness of her cunt.

   That was how it sounded in her mind.  Not the school-girly word of
pussy. No, today , and for the first time in her mind, this was a cunt. 
The thought made her even wetter as she began to finger herself in front of
him.  She looked up at him as she moved her fingers over her clit and along
her wet lips.  The back of her hand could feel how wet her panties already
were.  None of the orgasms she had ever had, whether self-administered or
not, had ever felt as good as this and she hadn't even come yet.  Her whole
body felt like it was glowing, gently throbbing and her pussy was the red
hot center.

   "Tell me what you were thinking of when you played with yourself that
day..."

   "I was your secret whore." Her blurted answer surprised her and maybe
even him.

   "That's good.  Did I fuck you?"

   "I fucked you"

   "I like that.  That's what a secret whore should do, right?" He smiled
as she squirmed under her own touch at the words.  "How was it?" She
groaned as her fingers sped up on her clit.

   "It was amazing.  Are you going to fuck me?"

   "Unfortunately, I don't think we have time today to fuck....but we will
soon....."

   She was almost crushed at his words but then she saw him undoing his fly
and taking out his erect cock.  It wasn't insanely big, probably a little
more than normal with decent girth but to her it was the most beautiful
thing she had ever seen.

   "For now, I want you to suck me while you continue playing with
yourself. Will you do that?  Do you want to do that?"

   "Ohhhh yess." He stepped closer towards her, just next to her right leg
so she had to turn to him a little and she took him into her mouth.  She
felt herself start to gush between her legs...she had never been so wet in
her life......his cock slid in and out of her mouth as she licked every
part of it.......she was going to come soon just from the feel of it and
him looking down at her fingers between her legs and then back into her
eyes...

   "I want to watch you come for me," he said.  She nodded.  Of course she
would do that for him....

   After just a couple of minutes, he knew she was close.......

   "I want you to know...I'm filming this..." At the sound of those words,
she pulled her mouth off his cock, looked up at him...  and began to
come...hard.  Harder than she ever had before in her life.  My God, her
whole body tremored as the orgasm thrashed through her and she kept rubbing
her clit.  He was filming this?  No, it couldn't be true......but she kept
coming and then, as he stroked himself while he watched, so did he.  His
hot cum splashed over her breasts and bra, over her stomach and onto her
panties and thighs.  She was shocked how hot it was.  Two big streams
followed by smaller drops.....she looked down at her cum covered body and
felt another shudder.

   "You're filming me?"

   "I'm filming us.  Now give me your panties." Oh God, he's some kind of
weirdo.....She didn't know why he wanted them off now, some kind of trophy
perhaps.....but she slipped them off, damp as they were with her own juices
and his cum.  He held them to his nose, breathed deeply in and then
proceeded to use them to dab the cum across her body.....she could feel his
drying cum all over her torso and then he was wiping her thighs and between
her legs on her shaved and still ultra-sensitive pussy......  (post sex, it
was evidently no longer a cunt to her she noted) ....At that moment they
heard the door downstairs open, admitting the noise from outside.  They
could hear Ana and Jasper talking and laughing.

   "I guess they're back." he said calmly.

   "Oh my God!  Where is the rest room?" She gasped.

   "Downstairs." Codi started to panic, her dress all open, cum everywhere
on her.....nearly hyper-ventilating as she stood, trying to button up her
dress and compose herself.....just five lousy buttons,,,why was it suddenly
so hard?  The footsteps and voices on the stairs were getting closer.  Then
he handed her back her damp panties.  She went to put them in her bag.

   "No.  Put them back on." Oh, dear God.  She wasn't going to argue about
it.  She quickly stepped into them and pulled them up feeling the clammy
mixture of their fluids against her sex.  She almost came again.  He had
wasted no time putting his cock back in his pants.  He looked utterly cool
and calm.  As for her, she felt there was no way in this world anyone
coming in through that door would not be able to look at her and not know
exactly what had just happened.  She felt an overwhelming sense of
humiliation but even that just started to get her excited again.

   The door opened.  Ana looked right into her eyes and then smiled a
neutral smile "So, what did we miss?"

   Codi didn't sleep well that night.  Her mind swirled through feelings of
humiliation, anger, regret, and then the memory of how she had felt in that
room.  The extraordinary sexual energy she had experienced within her and
then the mind-blowing prolonged orgasm.....and then the humiliation and
regret would return.  She would tell herself that he didn't really film
them...that he just wanted to see her reaction...then she realized that was
just stupid...and then the thought flashed into her mind for just a micro
second that she would have been disappointed if he wasn't telling the
truth. The thought was banished immediately...but it had been
there....where did that come from?  What kind of sicko was this guy to film
such a thing without asking her?......and then all she could think about
again was her coming as he spurted his come onto her...she hadn't even
showered yet, not wanting to wash off the dried cum.  Was she some kind of
slut now?.....She put her hand between her legs and groaned.....

   At her desk the next morning, regret was winning the day.  She tried to
put it all out of her mind..though she knew that was hopeless.  She
wondered what to do next.  She had to go back and confront him..right? 
Demand he destroy the video he had made.....report him to the
police......for what?  They'd have to watch the film.......that wasn't
going to work....her criss-crossing thoughts received a jolt at around 11am
when she received an email...with a video attachment.  She didn't recognize
the email address but she knew right away it was from him.  Oh Good
Christ...she thought......it was on the company email server.....no-one but
her could see it, of course, but just knowing it was there was enough.  She
closed the app and hurried to the bathroom.  Alone in the stall, she
brought up the email on her phone....

   All it said was : 'Thought you might like a preview....' She scrolled
down to the attachment and felt the blood pounding in her ears.......she
clicked on it.....there was some low club-style music and then....the
screen was suddenly full...of her....masturbating in front of him on that
couch.....her dress open, now she knew why he had stood to one side of her
rather than right in front of her......just so the camera had a clear view
of everything..........then the music sped up as it cut to her sucking his
cock...loudly...she frantically tried to turn down the volume and just
managed to as she heard the bathroom door open and someone come in....she
pressed Pause... ...

   ........holding her breath as the person seemed to take an hour and a
half at the sink before leaving.......she resumed the video.....it had been
edited so that some of the shots were now close ups......she looked into
her own eyes as she sucked his cock.......and the panic and dread she felt
began to mix with extreme horniness......she pressed the heel of her hand
into her crotch........then it cut again....and he was shooting cum all
over her and the look in her eye was clearly one of lust and
satisfaction......then it cut again.....to him spreading the cum all over
her body with her panties and then her putting them back on....and finally
to just her face, filling the screen and then the words she had spoken "I
was your secret whore."

   My God, was ever a truer statement made?  It was only sixty seconds
long, the edited highlights, you might say.....  but it did a
lot...everything in fact.......she was so turned on...and disgusted,...and
proud......and regretful and ashamed and scared.......she struggled to get
to her feet and walked back to her office, convinced that everyone around
her knew exactly what was on her phone.

   At her desk, she continued to panic whilst also being alarmingly
excited. What was wrong with her?

   This line of meditative thought was quickly interrupted by another
email. From him.  'Lunch?  One o'clock at Gianelli's?' it said.  That was
it.  Her initial thought was how this could be such a casual, normal email
with the video hanging over everything.  Damn right, she'd meet him for
lunch...she'd tell him to get rid of that video and ask him who the hell he
thought he was sending that video to her.....

   "You look lovely."

   She blushed.

   "Thank you.  So do you." It wasn't quite the way she had planned to
start the lunch but it was done now.

   They had been seated for a few minutes now and for some reason small
talk was happening.  Normal, chatty, bubbly, meaningless small talk.  And
she was a willing participant.  In fact she was doing most of it.

   The waiter was at their table.  He was filling their water glasses and
gathering their menus after taking their order and then.....

   "So?  How did you like your video?  Wait til you see the full version
now, you're fantastic in it."

   She blushed beet red immediately as she looked up at the waiter.  There
could be no doubt that he knew exactly what they were talking
about........but then perhaps not....as he had no reaction other than to
smile politely and walk away.  Her voice dropped to a near whisper.

   "My God, why did you send that thing?  And while I was at work?  What if
I had just clicked on it outside of my office?"

   "Well, I guess that would have been interesting..." He smiled.

   "It's not funny!" She managed a credible tone of anger.

   "Are you mad at me?  I thought you would love it.  Maybe when you see
the full..."

   "That isn't going to happen".  As she said it, deep down in the animal
part of her brain, for just a split second, was a voice saying that 'Oh
yes, that absolutely has to happen!".  But the rational, normal
conventional and scared part of her brain was ahead on points and the tiny
scream was drowned out.

   "No, you've got to delete them, destroy them!  Immediately!"

   "Why?"

   "Why??"

   "Yes.  Why?  No-one's going to see them that shouldn't.  And don't tell
me you don't really want to see it." Deep in her brain there was a little
cheer!

   "I do not.  I didn't give you any permission to film me, much less make
multiple versions.  What are you?  Some kind of freak?  It's a total
invasion of my privacy."

   "I don't think so.  More than that, I don't think you think so."

   "What?  I know what I think."

   "Do you?  Do you think about the fact that when you first danced for me,
opened your shorts and let me taste you....." She looked around.  His voice
hadn't dropped at all.......it was still the same tone he had had all along
but to her, he might as well have been standing on his chair and screaming
around the restaurant.  ".....you started on a journey."

   "Journey?  What journey?"

   "One that you trusted me to guide you on.  Remember?".  She looked back
at him.....utterly dumbstruck.

   "And I intend to do so."

   "What....what are you saying?  What does that mean?"

   "Remember when I said this was all for you?  Well, it is."

   "What if I don't want it?  Because I don't."

   "Yes you do.  You'll come to know that soon enough but in the
meantime.....it falls to me."

   Her powerlessness and his controlled calm were combining to get her a
little hot.  Not that that didn't annoy her a little, being betrayed by her
own body.  But she wasn't about to surrender to that.....she couldn't.

   "I don't think I can see you again unless you destroy those videos."

   "That can't happen.  Like I said, I'm doing this for you."

   "I think you need my cooperation, don't you?  To do this noble thing for
me?"

   "I don't want cooperation, I want participation.  And you'll very much
want to participate."

   "You don't listen very well, do you?"

   He smiled at her wavering, weakening voice.

   "Alright, I'll make it easy for you.  Finish your journey, let me show
you the way......or I will email that full length, edited and truly
magnificent video to everyone in your company.  How's that?  Now you have
an excuse.  That's what you need, right?" His tone still hadn't changed.

   She was stunned.  Was he joking?  One look told her he was most
certainly not.  She felt fearful, shocked, dizzy, and, most regretfully,
turned on as hell.  She could feel her pussy oozing.  If she'd had to stand
up at that moment, there was no way she could have done it.  Michael looked
as calm as ever, looking back at her.  When would she get to fuck him?, she
idly thought.  Jeeesus, what kind of random thought was that?  He was
blackmailing her.  He was a total lowlife.....wasn't he.......?

   Just then the waiter returned with their food.  Eating was no longer an
option.  Finally there was capitulation, surrender...and she heard herself
say:

   "What do I have to do?

   He smiled his smile.

   "It's going to be okay.  Really.  Better than okay.  You're going to
find out a lot about yourself."

   It had been two days since that lunch of all lunches....and nothing.  No
contact at all.  She didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. 
When an email finally came, she still wasn't sure.

   "Meet me at this address tonight.  It's a little party at a gallery at
7. Dress classy but sexy too.  See you there."

   So, these were her orders.....not even an attempt to make it an
invitation.

   An address was at the bottom of the email.  Quite a distance across
town. Even not knowing what the evening would entail, it was something of a
relief that it wasn't going to be anywhere near her neighborhood.

   What if she just didn't go?  Would he really send that video to everyone
in her company?  As soon as she thought it, she knew it didn't matter.  She
couldn't risk it.  All those pudgy male agents that stared at her with
their fake smiles when she walked past.  The women who judged her mostly
because of the leers of all those pudgy agents.  Her parents would be
mortified......her clients would hear about it...even see it.....No...it
didn't bear thinking about.  But the other very real thought in her head
was that she wanted to go.  Mostly her social life was boring, predictable,
and this was anything but that so far.

   Was she going to end up back at his place?  Would he expect her to?  Was
it as simple as that?  But before the blackmail, she had already asked him
if he was going to fuck her?  Difficult to appear hard to get now.....and
when she was honest she had to admit she hoped he was going to fuck her. 
But that was that naughty little voice inside her that was being heard from
again and again and had a big part in her finding herself, after a nice
warm bath, carefully shaving her legs and then her pussy making the skin
silky smooth.  Best to be at your best and be ready for the occasion,
explained the little voice.  My God, just the thoughts going through her
head were making her moist already.

   She took her time on her make up.  He had said to dress sexy but as any
girl knows, that means much more than just clothes.  She plumped up her
thick lashes, applied a little more eyeliner than normal and then some very
dark eye shadow giving that smoky look that really made her dark eyes pop.
She already knew lingerie was important to him.  "Enhanced nudity" indeed.
Black would be the obvious choice with the black dress she had in mind. 
Was it too obvious?  She even thought of wearing matching thigh-high
stockings.  Would he like that?  Of course he would, he was a man with a
pulse, wasn't he?  But would it make her seem like she was trying too hard?
She was over-thinking it, she decided.

   She picked out a hot pink lacy thong with a white lace edge in the back
that would make anyone lust and a matching strapless bra that would barely
contain her..Her breasts really were pretty gorgeous, she thought, as she
looked in the bathroom mirror.  She cupped them in both hands and then
gently squeezed her nipples in turn.  She wondered if he would be sliding
his cock between them, tonight?  She had never done that with any of her
previous lovers, or wanted to, but now the thought careened into her head
like it was the most normal thought in the world.

   She tried three tighter than tight dresses that accentuated her
magnificent curves but that was too much for a crowd of strangers.  Didn't
want to be branded some kind of a party-girl right away.  She had way more
to offer than that.  She finally selected a little black dress, with
spaghetti straps.  It had a daring but not too daring neckline offering
just a glimpse of the lacy bra.  It had a full flaring skirt that fell to
about two inches above the knee.  She decided to go bare legged and chose a
pair of Jimmy Choo heels that had a two inch thick ankle strap.  She looked
at herself in the full length mirror once she was finished.  She was
pleased with the results as she turned to see all angles.....with finally a
little turn to the mirror as she lifted her dress to see that thong, with
the pretty lacy edges at the top of her ass and smiled to herself...... 
Man, she never got to do this!!.....You wanted sexy?  You got sexy, mister.
She was totally ready for whatever Michael had in mind.

   On the drive to the gallery her mind kept racing as to what might happen
after the gallery opening.  Would it be dinner?  What would that lead to?
Would she discover something about herself tonight?  Would it happen so
soon?  Whatever it was.  Or was this all just a normal, run-of-the-mill
date with a handsome, charismatic man who was blackmailing her?

   One thing she was thrilled about that surprised her, was just the fact
that on some level, maybe many levels, this was exciting.  Something she
realized had been absent from her life for a long while.

   As she approached the Valet parking, she could see quite a few people
exiting their cars and greeting friends outside the gallery with air-kisses
or handshakes.  So it really was an event.  She could forget about the
possibility that it was just going to be him and it would turn out to be
his gallery and they would fuck like bunnies.  Just as well, she thought,
unconvincingly.

   He stepped into her path just before she reached the gallery doors.  He
hugged her, and of course she hugged him back.  "Wow!  You look
sensational!" He looked pretty good to her too in his charcoal gray suit
and crisp blue shirt.  But she wasn't going to do that again.  "Thank you."
she said, and left it at that.

   "Come on in.  Have some champagne." He graciously led her ahead of him
as they walked in and almost immediately a waitress in black tie wear was
proffering champagne.  Michael took two glasses and handed one to Codi who
was busy looking around.  The gallery was quite large.  On two floors with
an opulent staircase in the middle of the room.  Off the main floors, there
were smaller viewing rooms.

   It was pretty crowded.  There must have been more than a hundred people.
Old money types and young beautiful people and then some old money types
actually with young beautiful people that were probably not their
grandchildren.  She was glad she had taken the time to get ready as he had
requested.  Everyone was dressed to the nines...including Ana.  Ana?  What
was she doing here?  Well, right now she was looking fabulous in a black
and white figure hugging dress, walking forward to greet the two of them.
Codi was flashing back to that time when Ana and that guy Jasper, had
almost walked in on them.  Suddenly she realized that maybe this opening
was for Jasper, and then of course there he was, shaking hands every two
seconds with someone or other like it was the most onerous task in the
world.

   "Don't you look great?" said Ana.

   "Look who's talking" said Codi.  Maybe she and Ana could be friends she
thought....since she was an old and dear friend of Michael's.  Might be
best to get along with her.  They had to have been an item at some point
though, right?  Never easy to get past.  Listen to me, she thought.  I talk
like he's my boyfriend or something when the truth is....I have no idea
what we are.

   Before the small talk could even get going, Michael was pulled away by
someone and promised he'd be right back.  Ana and Codi just gazed around at
the crowd.  "Nice looking bunch", said Ana.

   "Yes.  Is this all for Jasper?'

   "It is.  You like art?"

   "Sure.  Is Jasper your....."

   "Lover?  Main squeeze?  Boyfriend?"

   "Something like that, I guess."

   "No.  He's just a project of mine."

   Codi looked away from the crowd and back to Ana to see if she could
figure out what that meant exactly.  Ana just smiled back.

   "I loved your video."

   A feeling of utter drowning enveloped Codi in a split second.  That
bastard........

   "What...?"

   "I haven't seen someone come that hard in a long time....or make Michael
come that hard."

   With drowning being rapidly replaced by rage, Codi turned away and
headed for Michael.  She brusquely pulled him away from his little group in
mid conversation.

   "You son of a bitch!" Codi tried to make sense of rage and whispering
co-existing.  "You told me no-one was going to see that video."

   Michael looked over at Ana who just smiled that dazzling smile back. 
Michael gave Codi a harder look than she had seen before.  He stepped back
from her.

   "No, I didn't.  I said no-one would see it who wasn't supposed to."

   "What the hell does that mean?"

   "It means that I will decide, in your best interests, who's supposed to
see it."

   Codi was ashen.  What she had tried to spin in her mind as some sort of
off center romance

   had taken a decidedly darker tone.  Then, of course, his smile returned.
"Don't worry.  You will ultimately determine what happens by your actions.
Now, I have to get back to the group you so indelicately pulled me away
from.  Go back to Ana.  She will tell you how you can help yourself."

   And he walked away.  What was happening?  Help myself??  Who were these
people?  What had she done to deserve this?  She walked slowly back to Ana,
who handed her another glass of champagne.

   "Feel okay?"

   "What do you care?"

   "Oh, stop pouting.  Or is it self-pity?  Neither of those is going to
help you with your task tonight."

   Codi felt a stirring of dread in the pit of her stomach.  "My task?"

   "It's why you're here."

   Codi waited a long moment.  Silence."Are you going to tell me?"

   "I want you to ask me.  Nicely."

   Codi gave her a sarcastic look.  "Ana, beautiful, wonderful sweetness
and light Ana, what is my task?"

   "That's better." She turned back to look Codi in the eye.  "It's 7.15
now.  We are going to be here for precisely two hours.  I like that you
think it's a nice group here because you have just those two hours to make
two of them come."

   "Come where?"said Codi, hoping a destination of some sort might be the
answer but not really believing it would.  Ana's answer quickly confirmed
it would not.

   " Your choice.  On your face, in your pussy.....on your magnificent
tits."

   Back came that sinking feeling.....but impossible to deny that something
else was stirring as well."What?"

   "You heard me."

   "Which two people?"

   "Any you choose.  Just no-one you have met before."

   "I have to find two people to fuck me?  Here?  Where am I supposed to do
this?"

   "Up to you.  It's a big gallery.  Plenty of nooks and crannies.  Doesn't
have to be two fucks.  A blow job is fine but they have to come on your
face if you do that.  Just no hand jobs.  Too easy.  " So many rules....the
thought of her having a guy come on her face...even insisting he do
so......this was really taking her to a new level of just about every
emotion....

   "Easy?  I can't just walk up to strangers and drag them to the rest room
with me and-"

   "No rest rooms."

   "What?"

   "No rest rooms allowed."

   "Pray tell why?"

   "We don't have cameras in the rest rooms."

   Now there was definitely a combination of feelings swirling inside
her......

   "Have to record this adventure..........for your library", continued Ana
by way of explanation..

   "I can't do this."

   "Then don't.  And just deal with the email everyone's going to get
tomorrow.  Which is going to be tougher for you?"

   "But how?  I..." Now they both recognized in her new voice the tone of
her surrender and acceptance of the situation.  At that moment a waiter
walked past with some hors-d'oeuvres.  Ana took one and then asked him...

   "If this girl came up and asked you to fuck, you'd do it, right?" Codi
wanted to disappear into the floor.

   To his great credit, the waiter took it all in stride....."Well, Ma'am,
actually I play for the other team but I'm sure no-one as beautiful as she
would have to ask."

   "She does tonight." said Ana with a smile as the waiter resumed his
rounds.  "Look, you're wasting time.  You only have one hundred and ten
minutes left.  Do it or don't do it."

   With that, she walked off, leaving Codi alone with her pounding heart,
dread, fear and rapidly moistening pussy.

   Codi started scanning the crowd and just felt overwhelmed.  She also
realized one added potential complication.  This was an Art exhibition
opening.  Not a legendarily favored event for straight men.  There were
lots of couples......and no-one was going to give up their Sugar Daddy very
easily She was a beautiful, sexy young girl.  There were probably a lot of
these guys here that would love to chat her up and then take her home for a
quick fuck and forget........heck, a few of them had already smiled and
nodded at her from across the room.........but this was different.  How
many of them would have the guts to fuck her here?  In a fairly crowded
gallery.  Especially if they were here with a wife or their regular
arm-candy.

   She could see more than a few of those women were now looking at her
with openly hostile suspicion.  Solo girls that looked like Codi were not
at all popular with them.  Holy shit!Twenty five minutes had gone by
already with her scanning of the crowd and racing mind.  This was
impossible!

   Finding even one person and getting the deed done would be a miracle,
but two??  No-one was hitting on her....she realized she would have to do
the pursuing.  What if she came on too strong to someone and they turned
her down?  What if they were offended or outraged?  Or made a scene?  How
humiliating would that be?  Forget about all that, she told herself.  This
was just for the next hour and a half, an emailed video would be for her
whole life.

   She determined she had better find a location most suitable to the task
at hand.  She headed for the big staircase and went up to the next floor.
There were fewer people up here...strolling in and out of little viewing
areas and alcoves.  But it was far from deserted.  Jesus, there didn't seem
to be so much as a janitor's closet.  And then she saw it.......an actual
closed door.  That meant a room behind it.  Just pray it isn't locked, she
thought........she almost ran to it, reached and turned the handle
and....it opened....  Praise the Lord!  She stepped inside.  It was a
storage room with a big table, some stacked chairs and boxes......this was
something of a real breakthrough......at least now she had a location.  A
plan began to form.....about time...there was only an hour and fifteen
minutes to go........

   She must have gone down the stairs and back up half a dozen
times...scanning the crowd each time as though she would see something
different.  You have to talk to someone, she kept telling herself.  But how
do you just walk up to a stranger and ask them to fuck you?  Right now. 
Right here.  You had better figure it out, she thought or her world was
going to be a very different place tomorrow morning.

   Less than an hour now....back up the stairs.....and then.....she saw
him. A man on his own.  She had seen him before downstairs.  With one of
the trophy wives/girlfriends.  The kind of woman who probably had

   a chihuahua at home that drove the man of the house crazy.  She could
tell even from across the room the guy was here under duress.  He was
aimlessly heading up the stairs but seemed relieved to be alone for a
while....He was probably in his mid fifties but not bad looking and in
pretty good shape.  Still had a full head of gray hair and the kind of
permanent tan that rich people always seemed to have.  She felt a tsunami
of emotion in her stomach....was she really going to try this?  What if he
got mad?  For Christ's sake.....stop dithering, she told herself.  Just
talk to the guy.  Maybe he'll ask to take you to an empty storage room?

   She caught up to him where the stairs turned away from the room below.
She smiled at him as she passed him.

   "Having a good time?" He looked around reflexively at the voice, with a
small smile that grew wider when he took a look at his questioner.

   "Well...."

   "Not your kind of thing?"

   "Not exactly."

   "Mine neither." said Codi before reaching up and pretending to pick off
and then flick away a piece of fluff.  An invasion of his space he was
rather pleasantly taken aback by.  She now stood a little closer than was
polite and looked him in the eyes.  Eyes that were a little unsure, maybe
even panicked a little, but not for a moment looking away."

   Codi put out her hand.  "I'm Gina."

   He took the hand.  "Charles".

   "And what would Charles prefer to be doing for fun tonight?"

   She couldn't quite believe how calm she sounded.  Inside she was raging
all over the emotional map.

   Charles looked back at her, trying to maintain his smile, but utterly
lost for words.  She smiled back and gently guided him along the corridor
towards the storage room pausing only to pretend to look at another one of
the small gallery alcoves.

   "You like what you see?" she asked.

   He looked at her for a moment and then the picture she was looking at.

   "Sure.  Absolutely"

   She led him back down the corridor toward the storage room door.  "You
know, I haven't seen what I was looking for all night, but Charles, maybe
you can help me find it in here." If he had been a dog, he would have been
panting now.  She opened the door and and led him in before closing the
door behind him.  "What are you looking for in here?" he said.

   She flicked on the light, her heart pounding a mile a minute, and turned
to him.

   "Charles, I am looking for a real man in here." She reached out and felt
a cock hardening in his trousers.  "Are you that real man?  The kind that
can give me the fucking I truly need?"

   If he didn't have a heart attack, she thought, she had a pretty good
chance of pulling this off.  She was so unbelievably turned on by just the
possibility and the situation.  What it was like to feel this way!!  Her
whole body and mind just crackling with pent up sexual energy.  God, this
was the greatest high in the world!  The moment hung there in the balance
as scrambled thoughts of propriety and loyalty ran through Charles'
brain...........was he going to balk!!  Oh shit!!...........and then she
saw it cross his eyes......the look of a man who married a younger woman
and now sleeps in his own room........a man who gets snapped at if he
leaves his shoes out.....a man who isn't allowed to order a steak in a
restaurant anymore.......and she knew she had him.  She looked him in the
eyes as she unzipped his pants and released a respectably sized and very
hard cock.

   The waves of turn-on grew even more intense for her as she realized she
was actually pulling this off.  And it was being filmed!!....it was almost
enough for her to come right then.

   She turned to the table, her back to him, and moved her legs apart and
then reached back and pulled her dress up over her ass, showing her pink
panties to a thunder-struck Charles......who she briefly worried again
might actually have a heart attack as he stared at her.....

   "Fuck me, Charles.  Fuck me now and fuck me hard..."

   Somewhere in Charles, a switch was thrown!  He lunged forward and pushed
her panties aside and was inside her in a second.  All the way inside her.
She gasped at the fact that she was really getting fucked, by this stranger
in this storage room!  It was actually happening!!  She didn't think it
would take long but she couldn't believe after just a couple of minutes
that she might come before Charles........  but it was building inside her
fast, a tidal wave of pleasure starting to explode and make her quiver and
shake......  "Oh my God!  I'm coming!" Charles of course, poor guy, thought
he was entirely responsible for it which wasn't quite the case but it was
enough to send him over the edge too and he grunted and staggered forward
and emptied himself into her.  She wasn't even beginning to recover from
the enormity of her orgasm when the door flew open...startling both of them
and there she stood.  Charles' wife.

   "What the fuck is this?"she snarled.

   Codi remembered her.  She was about thirty five, maybe five four, long
raven hair, in a short silver cocktail dress.  She was cute, with just a
hint of botox.

   "Tera!  Close the door!" said Charles, closing the door himself, before
starting the traditional mindless line of the caught red handed, "It's not
what it looks...."

   "Don't even try.  Who the fuck is this whore?" What was it about the
word?  She wasn't a whore and had no plans of becoming one...yet there was
something about being called one, even calling herself one, that was doing
a number on her....but Tera wasn't finished yet with her opening inquiries.
"And why is your cock inside her?" This last part wasn't entirely true as
Charles' member had quickly lost its' vigor, slowly slipping out of Codi's
drenched pussy and now hung listlessly, glistening with sex's juices. 
Charles could scarcely get a word out.  The Real Man in him had run for the
hills and he was clearly back to old hen-pecked Chuck.  He started to put
his cock away when Tera stopped him.

   "No.  Don't put it away.  Let it hang in shame until I say otherwise.."
Charles hands went back to his side without protest.  And now the focus
turned to Codi.  Tera was blunt.

   "And who are you, whore?  I knew you were trouble when I saw you
downstairs.  This is what you like to do, is it?  Fuck strangers in public
places?  Other women's husbands?  Do the others keep you on as some sort of
paid slut?  Because that isn't going to happen here."

   "No, not at all.  Really.  I'm so sorry.  I've actually never done
anything like this before." Somewhere, deep down, Charles ego got a much
needed little boost for all the wrong reasons.  Codi was suddenly mindful
that she now had only forty five minutes left to do this all again.  For
some reason, she now had every confidence it could be done.  "I'm really
sorry." She turned toward the door.

   "Oh no you don't," said Tera.  "If you walk out that door right now, I
will be right behind you and announce from the top of the stairs to
everyone what a money-grubbing whore you are." Codi felt a little tremor of
excitement at that happening......but it would likely screw up her discreet
attempts to hunt down her next project.  She had better let the little
woman have her moment.

   "I want to hear you say, 'Tera, I am sorry I fucked your husband.  I'm
just a little whore who can't help spreading her legs for anyone'."
Charles' ego took a renewed hit there and was now sinking fast.

   Codi looked at Tera and thought about how Michael and Ana would be
listening to this later and instead of feeling shame she could feel the
waves rising in her again.

   "Tera, I am sorry for fucking your husband."

   "And?" said Tera.

   "I'm just a little whore...." right there she knew she was in danger of
coming again soon..." who can't help spreading her legs for anyone."

   "Good."

   "Can I go now?"

   "Not quite.  See all that mess on my husband's cock?  Your scum, his
cum...get on your knees and lick it clean.  I'm not taking him home like
that."

   Less than forty minutes left.  Codi sank to her knees in front of
Charles, who couldn't even look at her, and began to lick him, tasting her
own juices mixed with his cum......and the wife watching....her body
betrayed her and she started to come again.  She tried to hide it but the
quiver in her muscles was too much....

   "Holy Shit!!  Are you coming?  You're coming just from licking up that
mess???"

   Codi didn't know where to look.  Tera wasn't finished and walked over to
her husband's side looking down on the kneeling and gently quivering Codi.
"You have to be the biggest whore I've ever seen.  Is there nothing that
doesn't get you off?"

   Codi really needed to get out of here.  "I guess not," she said and
started to get up on her wobbly legs.

   "Oh no, don't get up.  And undo that dress.  Codi reached up and slipped
the thin straps off her shoulders.  "And lose the pretty bra." Codi did so,
letting her perfect breasts fall free.

   Tera took a moment.  "Now, got to say...that's not a bad rack", said
Tera, who had quite a rack of her own though not courtesy of Mother Nature.
Codi looked back up to see Tera pulling up her dress and felt her stomach
swirling again.  Could she just get out of here?  Jeez, I'll grab that gay
waiter if I have to but I have to get out of here......

   "I don't think it's fair that I be the only person I the room that
doesn't get to come, do you Charles?"

   Oh dear God.....thought Codi.

   "Er...no, dear!"

   Tera was right in front of Codi now, she pulled her tiny black G string
aside showing a puffy pair of pussy lips and then spreading them, showing
pink.  She leaned back against Charles to offer Codi greater access.

   "Bury your face in this pussy, whore."

   Codi was in a kind of stoned orgasmic shock.  She had never even made
out with a girl, much less eaten pussy.  Had never even come close, had
never even fantasized about it.....but right now, as the waves of pleasure
continued to ripple through her......she realized there was nothing she
wanted more in this world right now than to taste the intoxicatingly
aromatic pussy right in front of her.

   She started to lick it, her tongue searching for the clit and trying to
figure out what she was doing in her orgasmic state, when it occurred to
her that this would count!  Tera would count!  Tera could be her second
conquest and she was already licking her pussy.....  so kind of half way
there!  No need to stalk someone else!

   "Better do a good job, whore.  I'm going to be very mad if you don't get
me off."

   Codi realized that was right.  This wasn't a guy.  Coming was not
guaranteed.  There couldn't be more than thirty minutes left, maybe much
less, so realistically, it was this or nothing.  Could she eat a pussy to
climax on her first attempt?

   "Look at her Charles, with all my cunt juice over her face.  You like
that, don't you?" Charles made some kind of non-committal sound.  "You keep
at it, whore.  Don't make me take your picture down there and plaster it
all over Social Media."

   Codi licked and sucked away....her tongue swirled around Tera's clit. 
She became attuned to the little movements and groans coming from the
cheated upon wife.  As if being controlled by someone else, first she was
sliding one figure in side to caress Tera's G-spot...then she had two in
there,,,,,even more groaning and gasping...Wow, maybe I'm a natural at
this, she thought.......but how much time was going by?  She was so busy
wallowing in the high of being hyper-aroused and still on the verge of
coming that she couldn't be sure.  Didn't matter anyway, nothing she could
do except hope for the best.  God, she was enjoying eating pussy!  Who
would have guessed that half an hour ago?

   Tera's groans were becoming more significant....much more....."Oh God,
Charles....I'm going to come.  I'm going to come all over the slut's
face......watch me....."Codi felt a hand on the back of her head forcing
her onto the pussy as Tera began to cum and squirt.....some right into her
mouth and also onto her face...,,,,, which tipped Codi over the edge and
she began to come again.  My God, how was so much intense pleasure
possible? Where had it been all her life?  Tera's squirted cum continued to
drip down her chin and onto her breasts and then ran into the material of
the dress at her waist. ...Codi was glad she had worn black.

   Tera stated to straighten herself up, as Codi just sank to the
floor...."Alright, you eat a good pussy, Whore ....but don't let me see you
sniffing round my husband again.  You understand?"

   Codi knew much better than Tera that that was never going to happen. 
"Yes.  I understand." Tera opened the door in a big gesture and strode out.
Charles looked back at Codi and wasn't sure what to say...he settled for
nothing, remembered to put his dick away, and walked quickly out to catch
up to his wife.

   Codi caught a slight reflection of herself in a silver tray on the
table. The just-fucked look never looked more fitting.  She was even still
tingling........

   As she found her way downstairs after trying, and mostly succeeding, to
clean up, she saw there were still eight minutes to go.  She had made it
and she had to admit there were few challenges in her life that she
relished crushing more than this one.  No video nightmare tomorrow but that
was far from the only reason hurtling around inside her.

   She didn't see Ana or Michael in the crowd but that didn't matter.  She
swept out the front door and over to Valet parking like she was on a cloud.

   The next day, the high, like so many highs, was gone but remembered,
dreaded and regretted as two parts of her, one newly strong, struggled
against each other.....

   She threw herself into her work, trying to take her mind off what had
happened.  She wasn't exactly ashamed of what she had done.  She was more
worried.  Worried about a loss of control.  She knew she couldn't deny
herself the insane amount of prolonged pleasure she had
experienced......no-one in their right mind would give that up.  She just
wondered where it was leading.  Michael had said she would find out a lot
about herself during this journey of discovery.  Right now she just had
more questions than answers, like who responds to blackmail by giving the
blackmailer more ammunition?  But it didn't really feel like blackmail.  It
felt more like a justification, or like he had said, an excuse as well as a
motivator to do something she would never otherwise do.

   The email arrived at 10.30.  It just said 'Enjoy!" It also had a video
attachment.  Her stomach started churning and Dear God, was her pussy
getting moist already?  And she was worried about losing control?  Maybe
she already had.  But that couldn't happen, mustn't happen.  She wasn't
come kind of sexual crack head, was she?  No, that wasn't her.  Whatever
this was, her dominant everyday side had to stay in control.........didn't
it?

   She waited for the restrooms to be empty and slipped into a stall.  She
attached her headphones and even with those on, she set the volume so low
she could barely hear it.  She pressed 'Play'.  It was just another short
edited version.  Only ninety seconds.  It started with a couple of choice
clips from Tera where the word 'Whore' was repeatedly used.....the churning
in her stomach and heat in her pussy only got more intense.  Then from a
different angle...how many cameras did they have in there?......there she
was with her dress around her waist and Charles thrusting into her......she
felt a little dizzy watching it and remembering........just watching
herself getting fucked was deeply moving her......and then of course there
she was, eating Tera out....  something she couldn't believe was now in her
realm of experience......and being rewarded with her squirted juices which
was in a category of its; own..........she had to get out of here....she
realized it wouldn't take much for her to make herself come and then also
realized that was why she had brought her phone in here to watch the video.

   She could have just closed her office door.....but here she was sitting
in a stall and starting to think about pulling up her skirt and plunging
her fingers into what was already a soaking wet pussy...no way she could
risk that in her office........the moment reached critical mass when the
video ended with her in close-up, telling Tera that "I'm just a little
whore who can't stop spreading her legs for everyone." She snapped the
phone off and was saved from a noisy session of bringing herself off when
she heard someone else come in.  Oh my God, she thought she was going to
pass out right there.  This had to stop.  It took all of her will power to
pull herself together and at least look and sound normal as she said 'Hi'
to her fellow worker at the sink.

   She went back towards her office and outside her door there was a
delivery man with a package for her.  She knew it would be from them.  She
signed for it and took it into her office.  It had a little card that just
said 'See You Soon!  Enjoy practicing with your present the next few
days.'. She couldn't even tell if she was happy or not that they had
contacted her.  She opened the little box and peeled aside the tissue paper
and there was a blue sparkly little disc.  She held it and pulled up on it
until the tissue paper fell aside and she saw that she was now holding a
rather bulbous object.  She had watched enough porn to know what a
butt-plug was.  She sat down heavily in her chair to steady herself as the
two parts of herself went to war again.