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 ï>¿Codi's Choices by Rfaithfull

   Codi's Choices Ch.  02

   Codi Samantha Elliott, was fast becoming aware of two warring factors or
personas within her.  It wasn't like a split personality...  more a case of
of two natures.  One that had been dominant since pretty much birth:
Samantha, the all business, tightly wound woman in her early 20s that
everyone at the office grudgingly respected and eagerly resented.

   Then there was the other side of her that no-one knew and even she
herself was only now beginning to recognize.  Codi, the walking epitome of
youthful, animal sexuality that though still repressed was beginning to
assert herself.

   She didn't go by her given name of Codi at work as it was hard enough to
get people to take seriously a twenty three old of such abundant brains,
beauty and sexuality with a name like that no matter how dressed down and
pulled back she made herself.  Sounded much too much like Candi to her ears
and those of everyone of her jealous detractors.

   So it was Samantha by day, she who was indeed the brains of the whole
company.  The one that had saved it.  But somehow that didn't translate
into affection at the office.  As far as the rank and file were concerned,
particular those multiple decades older, God had showered way too many
gifts on her shoulders.

   And work at the office was relentless these days.  The real estate
explosion had resulted in massive turnover in almost all of the company's
properties as people cashed in and out and new tenants were sought and
signed.  Some of the last remaining investment properties acquired by her
Father's misadventures were also caught up in this as the very real hope
began to emerge that their value might catch up to their debt.

   It became close to overwhelming as, ultimately, despite the supposed
support of key employees, every decision of any real significance was
passed on to her.  Why was that?  If she was honest she would admit it was
her own fault.

   When she had come back to rescue the company and saw how shell-shocked
her parents appeared to be at what lay before them, her first instinct was
that the only person she could truly trust to execute what was
necessary...was herself.  Now, just a few short years and thousands of
decisions later, no-one else really knew in detail the sprawling nature of
the company's assets and obligations and how they needed shuffling.

   Imminent disaster was no longer the case, she had guided it out of that
stage, but keeping it at bay still relied, here and there, on some creative
book-keeping and asset valuations of which she preferred to be the only one
aware.

   It meant that most working days finished past 7 or 8pm when she could
finally pour herself a glass of wine and either microwave something or put
together a salad for dinner.  That was also when the working half of her,
that half that bore so much pressure throughout the day, would slowly
recede and let the other part of her, the ever growing part it seemed,
begin to take over.

   She would try to pay attention to the news but before long she would
take a shower, then put on a tee shirt and panties, lie down on her bed and
reach for her tablet, propping it up beside her and would open the file
that she feared and celebrated seeing.  The video file that Michael had put
together.  Perhaps Ana too.  My God, she hadn't even fucked Michael
yet........the thought whirled around her head and how much she wanted it
shocked her.

   As she watched, and saw herself in moments of extraordinary sexual
activity she would relive those moments and it would all come back to her.
She could see herself, looking up at Michael as he came all over her
breasts while she brought herself off...right on front of a camera she
hadn't known was there until moments before.

   As she watched herself orgasm, soaked in his come, her fingers would
slide down into the top of her panties and she would always be both
surprised and ashamed of how wet she was.  She would lift those slick
fingers to her mouth and taste her sex before reaching for her vibrator and
then feeling it pulse on her clit.

   With her other hand she would reach into her night stand for the butt
plug they had sent her and gently ease it into her ass, a task that became
easier each time, as she moved the vibrator all over her drenched pussy and
remembered that the most wonderful and scary parts of it all were that Yes,
it had really happened, but also that it had been filmed and she didn't
even have the original file.

   He had told her that only those who should see it would see it.  She had
misunderstood that to mean that she had final say in who that might be but
it quickly became clear she was mistaken.  Who did they show it too?  Did
they have parties where they played the recordings of their victims who
were powerless to stop it?  Dear God, that thought could make her come
almost on its' own.  Or was she the only one?  For a split second she
enjoyed that possibility but then quickly realized that was staggeringly
unlikely.

   They were too practiced at it.  But as she arched her back in fabulous,
rolling orgasm, watching her screen-self on her knees, furiously playing
with herself whilst eating out a woman who called her a 'Whore' and whose
husband she had just fucked as part of a 'challenge', she remembered what
he had said......

   That she needed to do this and, when she had balked, he took it upon
himself to blackmail her with the video evidence of her behavior that would
surely shatter her career in terms of anyone ever taking her seriously
again, much to the delight of her fellow workers.  Then what would become
of the company?  Her parents?  Herself?

   It was very necessary he said, for her to know who she was.  That he
would show her a persona that she had kept hidden.  No, not hidden, that
wasn't right......undiscovered was more accurate.  That it would be who she
really was.......and the fact that what had already occurred in that
journey of discovery was only the very beginning both thrilled and
terrified her.

   It was Friday morning when she received the call.  She had just answered
without looking at her phone, assuming it was yet another tedious but
urgent business call.  "Yes." she said, simply.

   "Hello, Codi.  Did you miss me?"

   As soon as she heard his voice, her day was transformed.  She felt
something churning deep down inside her as the emerging part of her all but
took over, right here in her office.  How dare he have the power to do
that? Who did he think he was?  She noticed it was rapidly becoming a
mismatch, when the everyday part of her had to confront this other new her.

   She found herself reaching for something witty to say.  Something clever
and independent.........

   but found that "Yes." was all that came out.  Now said in an entirely
different tone than when she had picked up the phone.  If one tone had been
cold iron, this was warm caramel.

   I'm so sorry, I have been out of town on business.  I was hoping you
would be available for dinner?"

   "When?" As if it mattered.  She would be available.

   "Tonight.  Maybe around 7.30.  At Caprice?"

   She paused.  She wanted to prevaricate, umm and aw as though there were
many demands on her time and maybe this one didn't make the grade.....but
before she could say anything....

   "Can't wait to see you." The call was over.  She had managed three
words. Ten letters.  She felt stupid and embarrassed.  But something else
as well.  Unbelievably excited.  Where might this evening lead?

   Her mind raced.  Would they be alone?  She knew better than to assume
that.  What would she find herself doing a few short hours from now?  She
pressed her thighs tightly together as she felt her heat rising right
through her tailored suit pants.  Would it all be filmed?  Of course it
would.  That scared and thrilled her.  Why?

   What had she gotten herself into?  Twenty plus years of middle class
morality fought for control.  This was all horribly wrong.  It had to stop.
When she had first been challenged to do something that never in her
wildest dreams or nightmares would she ever have contemplated doing, she
had done it.  Why?  Because she was threatened with exposure.

   But was that it it?  Maybe the situation she faced and the debauched
challenge she had accomplished, with time to spare even, fully recorded for
posterity and who knows whose entertainment?, actually had been buried
somewhere in those wildest dreams and nightmares.

   And now she was excited to have dinner with her blackmailer who had made
that happen.  Though he would have preferred the word Enabler. 
Perhaps........

   She tried to rationalize it.  He already had film of her doing shocking,
sexual things so what difference did it make if there was more?  But what
the hell did that mean?  An acceptance that more shocking actions lay ahead
of her.  Maybe even tonight.  Surely not actually at Caprice?  She nearly
laughed at the thought that that had even entered her head.  It was a
famous, high-end restaurant.  It was not likely that it would be the scene
of another degradation/liberation.  And, if it was, which of those would it
actually be?  Where could this all end up?

   She had to go tonight.  There was no option.  But she had to end it, or
rather it had to end itself.  How would that happen?  Then it came to her.
It was so simple that it seemed to placate both sides of her internal
struggle.  She told herself, simply, that it would all be over when she
just fucked him.  That was it.  That the whole thing would disappear, like
a burst soap bubble.

   He was the magic hold on her, wasn't he?  It wasn't her dark inner self.
It was him.  He was the key and the reason and everything else, all the
psycho-babble was nothing more than exploitation of her naivete by an older
sophisticated man.  She even realized, quite suddenly, that when it was
over he would destroy the films of her......

   That he would know her short journey was over and no longer need or want
them.  Could she sell that to herself?  She had to try, didn't she?  That's
what good, decent girls did.

   She headed home early to get ready for him.

   By the time she sat in the back of her Uber, in a cream colored silk
suit with pants, featuring a jacket that offered a glimpse of her white
lacy bra, all that she wore beneath, and anklet wrap heels, she was
definitely not the same girl who went to work this morning.  Wow, did she
love the truth of that!  Before Michael, she had never even thought of
owning such an outfit.

   As she stepped toward the door of the restaurant and rewarded the
employee who won the race to open the door for her, with a glittering
smile, she knew just about every eye in the restaurant was on her.  As the
Maitre'D approached, she heard Michael's voice.

   "That's all right, Jacques.  I believe it's my lucky day."

   He looked as polished as ever.  Crisp shirt under a designer suit,
freshly clean shaven, blue eyes glinting from that tanned handsome face,
flecks of grey at his temples.  She wondered how long he took to get
ready.....less than her two hours she thought.

   "Of course, Sir." conceded Jacques, as Michael took her hand, gently
kissed her on the cheek, and leaned close to whisper; "You are a Vision!"No
doubt he could or even should have done better than that line but she felt
that familiar and dangerous warm stirring in her just at the sight of him,
his breath, and the slightest touch of his lips on her ear.

   Dinner was fabulous.  At least it all looked fabulous.  She found
herself too nervous to eat much.  The conversation had been interesting,
warm, witty and utterly devoid of any mention of how they really knew each
other.  What shared experiences they had.  Finally.....he refilled her
glass of champagne.

   "What did you think of our gift?" She knew right away he was talking
about the little butt plug and also how he had said 'our' gift.  Ana.  She
was never very far away it seemed,.

   "It took a little while to process."

   "And a little while longer to get used to?"

   She smiled a little.  "Yes."

   "But you wanted to?"

   "Yes.  I trusted why you gave it to me."

   "Progress.  Very good.  But you're not wearing it tonight, are you?"

   She chose to avoid the question.  How did he know everything?  It wasn't
at all fair.

   "Am I just a project to you?  You push my buttons and see which ones
work?"

   "Not at all.  If you're anyone's project, you are your own."

   "But I don't have he right to walk away from the project, do I?  Not
without risking ruining my life."

   "I wonder if it would really be ruined."

   "Oh come on.  You know it would.  That's why you hold the evidence over
me."

   "I fully concede that for the person you are now, Yes, disclosure would
be ruinous."

   Huh?  What?  The person I am now???  Maybe she should come back to
that..........

   "But you still threaten me with it?" her voice rose a little. 
Challenging.  He looked up at her with those deep blue eyes that hardened
just a tad.

   "I wouldn't say 'threaten'.  I would say that the evidence of your
adventures thus far, and the very real possibility of them coming to
light......is more of a surety.  A guarantee of performance.  Your own."

   Just hearing those words, she felt herself getting flushed and warm and
felt it between her legs.  Why?  Why was this such a turn on??  Near total
loss of control?  She dug down deep for the 'winning' strategy she had come
up with earlier.

   "Maybe I just need to fuck you, really hard, and you'll lose all
interest in my journey." She tried to make the word 'journey' sound
dismissive but........

   He smiled at her.

   "Really?  Maybe...." He reached forward and ran the back of his fingers
slowly down her cheek which caused her to almost melt right there at the
table......His hand fell away and he straightened back up in his chair. 
"But even if I did lose interest in your journey, and I don't think I
would.....what makes you think you would?"

   "I think...I mean....." Her voice drifted away.....as did the subject of
discussion.

   He handed her a little box.  "Go and put this in.  Now."

   She knew what was in the box.  She also realized she wasn't going to say
No.  In the bathroom she took the black and white butt plug out of the box.
It was bigger than the one they had given her before.  She licked the end
of it and gently eased in into her ass.  The feeling greatly stimulated her
and then she realized that her body connected this feeling to the
masturbation and mega orgasms that usually accompanied it and was already
preparing itself.  She pressed her clit for a second and felt a shudder.

   She told herself that she had better stop or she would be a puddle on
the floor right here.  All kinds of images of what might, could, or would
happen this evening rushed through her head.  She wrenched herself back
from the edge, checked her smoky eye make-up, fiddled with her loose dirty
blonde hair, touched up her lipstick and walked back to the table.

   After smiling and managing to lightly touch her ass as he chivalrously
stood and held out her chair to welcome her back to the table, Michael
continued where he had left off.

   "I want this a lot for you.....but as much as I do.....I know you want
it more.  You need it.  Deep down it bothers you that you are the person
you are and not who you really should be."

   Man, she thought.  Most people would pay top dollar for this type of in
depth therapy.  He wasn't finished.

   "I bet you touch yourself in bed every night conjuring up more and more
things you might do because I made you do it.  Sexual things that right now
you can't even admit to yourself that you want.....She blushed even more at
his ability to see right through her.  His look then moved away, he was
finished with his 'analysis' and seemed for the briefest moment
uninterested in her which, she realized with annoyance, she didn't like at
all.  He gestured for the check, which arrived quickly.  He signed and got
to his feet, then extending his hand out for her to take, his smile
returning.

   "Are you coming with me, Codi?" She took his hand and stood up from the
table.

   In the car, she asked him more about his business but got back only
polite generalizations so, the rest of the way, they rode in near silence
downtown to the wharf district.  She wondered why he didn't try to get
closer to her in the car.  Hold her hand.  Try to charm her.  Even squeeze
her thigh.  Isn't that what men did with beautiful women they wanted to
fuck?

   Especially one where you've already come all over her once before and
might want to again?  Not him.  At least not tonight.  It bothered her no
end that she couldn't figure him out at all and yet she was like an open
book.

   He parked on the street, outside a recently developed former warehouse
and walked around to open the door for her..  She got out and looked up at
the large building.

   "Where are we going?"

   "To see some friends." He said, and then turned to the entrance and
pressed the intercom button.......

   They stepped out of the elevator straight into a huge loft apartment. 
Down a few steps was a large sunken room, luxuriously furnished with floor
to ceiling slatted windows every six feet or so along the far wall.  To the
mid left was a bar area and red pool table and beyond that a plush living
room area of couches and coffee tables with a very large flat screen TV on
the wall.

   To the right she could see a large open plan kitchen and then just a
little further into the room was a long dining table where three couples,
at least that's what Codi presumed them to be, sat, evidently having just
completed a fine meal.  She recognized Ana.  Of course Ana would have to be
part of any evening with Michael, it seemed.  She did look pretty fabulous
though in a figure hugging red and black buttoned up dress that came down
to mid thigh, her lush black hair tumbling around her shoulders.  Red
lipstick on Cupid's bow lips.

   Open bottles of wine were up and down the table along with half finished
desserts.  There was laughter and relaxation in full supply.  One of the
men, casually but expensively dressed, maybe late forties, good looking in
a cologne ad sort of way, stood up and waved them in.  He had thick black
hair that was all swept back and tied into a small ponytail, two days worth
of carefully groomed stubble on his face.

   "Michael!  About time.  Come on in.  Have a glass with us...."

   Michael smiled and waved back as he gestured for Codi to walk ahead of
him.  The man who had stood up watched Codi as she approached and held out
his hand in greeting.

   "And who in the world is this fabulous creature!"

   She was a creature now, no less, she thought.  Presumably this was what
passed for sophisticated charm.

   "My dear Johnny, this is Codi.  Our new and wonderful friend." Codi took
note of the possessive pronoun but was then surprised at Ana rising from
her seat and walking to greet her very warmly.  They air kissed. 
'Wonderful to see you again, Codi." There was a smile to go with it.

   "Thank you Ana.  You look spectacular as always."

   Ana gave a sincere nod of appreciation.  "Thank you, beautiful!  " What
a smile she had, thought Codi.  Maybe they were going to be friends......"
You look good enough to eat." Codi began to feel undercurrents again.......

   A handshake and long lingering look from Johnny as he introduced himself
was quickly followed by Michael introducing her to the others.

   There was a tall looking European man named Claude in a blue flannel
summer suit and a shirt without a tie.  Somewhere around forty, Codi
guessed, with a certain flawed Euro trash glamour.  Next to him sat
Abigail, an attractive Real Housewives business type about the same age. 
Her uber-highlighted blonde hair was mostly up in a bun but some tresses
hung down and framed her attractive but slightly hard good looks.  Her
jacket was around the back of her chair, leaving her sitting in a bare
shouldered, knee length, tight white dress as she sipped her wine and
nodded in polite greeting to Codi.  Ana of course seemed to be the
'partner' to their host.  Johnny.  Or was that mere wishful thinking?

   The last couple though were quite a bit younger, right around Codi's
age. They were both Mediterranean looking.  Perhaps Italian or Spanish. 
The young man, Eduardo, was handsome and seemed to know it as he slouched
in his light pink pants, white shirt and sockless feet in espadrilles.  A
head of long brown curls completed the look.  He offered a curt nod.  His
date though was quite different.

   It was not often when there might be some dispute as to who was the most
beautiful and sexy woman in a room when Codi was present in full form.  But
this girl gave her a run for her money.  She was maybe twenty or twenty
one, olive skin, wore a sleeveless short LBD, had long killer legs that
disappeared into designer heels, long black hair that streamed down to her
bare shoulders in a sort of shag cut, with bangs down to her eyebrows.  Her
very pretty, high cheek-boned face lit up with a mega watt smile as she
reached out her hand to Codi and looked her right in the eyes as she
introduced herself.  "Isabella.  How are you?" The name was perfectly
appropriate.

   She was not foreign.  Her accent was pure East Coast.  New York? 
Jersey? Maybe Philadelphia.  There was, though, an immediate connection. 
It was as though they belonged to the same exclusive club.  The club of
young.  beautiful women for whom all the world's experiences are markedly
different.  For good and bad.

   As Codi took her seat and accepted a glass of wine from Ana, she was
wondering why they were here?  Was something going to happen?  Was she
going to be given another challenge?  How would she react if she was?

   As the evening progressed she found herself having a perfectly normal
but wonderful time.  They were all excellent, entertaining company and she
was clearly in the role of Michael's 'date'.  That made her feel better
than it should have, she thought, but this was also the type of evening the
demands of her work always denied her.

   Isabella was in College studying Art History.  Codi had more than a few
twinges of envy as she thought of the college experience she had never been
able to have but she liked the engaging young woman.  Eduardo, of course,
was starting a club of some sort that was guaranteed to change....something
or other.....  Johnny was an Entertainment lawyer and he had a few fun
stories to tell complete with name dropping.  Abigail was a Corporate Event
planner on a very large scale with personality to burn......

   She began to get a glimpse at a life she could be living away from the
office.  Intelligent, amusing conversation with interesting people.  She
felt Michael squeeze her hand under the table while he was talking.  She
smiled and squeezed back.

   By the time they all moved over to the living room area couches, it was
close to eleven and everyone was feeling pleasantly buzzed as cool music
softly streamed from the ceiling speakers.  Codi had enjoyed bonding a
little with the women, even Ana, the relationship with whom she still had
yet to completely figure out.

   That was when the evening began to change.

   "Isabella?' said Johnny.  "Have you told Codi how you are working your
way through College?"

   "No, Johnny.  It is not the first thing I bring up with a new friend."
She was smiling, Codi smiled too, knowing she was being teased about
something and happy to be included in the banter of friends.

   "Can you guess, Codi?" continued Johnny.

   Codi shook her head non-commitally and shrugged.  "I don't know.  Heart
Surgeon?  International Super Model, maybe?"

   They all laughed along at that one and Isabella especially seemed to
appreciate it and nodded her head sideways in gracious thanks.

   "She's not quite correct though, is she, Isabella?"

   "No.  Not quite.  Actually, four nights a week, I'm a dancer."

   "Tell her what type of dancer." continued Johnny.

   "An exotic dancer."

   "Oh", said Codi, not sure if this was a joke or some such fancy......but
also not wanting to embarrass Isabella with her reaction if she was
serious. "Really?"

   "Yup.  A stripper.  Are you offended?"

   "Good God, no.  Not at all.  I guess I'm surprised.....but I don't know
why....."

   "It's good money." said Eduardo, for some reason.  Codi wasn't entirely
sure if she was being put on and it must have showed....

   "I don't think our new friend believes you." said Johnny.  Before Codi
could assure anyone who wanted to know that she was quite prepared to
believe and move on....Johnny continued,

   "Why don't you give me that lap-dance you owe me, and show her how you
earn that good money?"

   A very quiet but obvious shift had taken place in the room, a new type
of energy and Codi, two glasses of wine in, had to admit to being turned on
by it.

   "Here, Johnny?  Now?"

   "Indulge me." Johnny sat back in his chair.  The two other women looked
as turned on by all this talk as Johnny was and Codi felt that clicked up
several notches when Isabella's body language and demeanor did an abrupt
change.  She not so much got up from where she had been sitting as uncoiled
herself......Codi found herself pressing back harder against Michael

   Isabella's walk toward him was pure, undulating, skilled
sexuality....... "I don't see any money yet.......did you think this was
free, Johnny boy." Isabella's eyes were on Johnny as she stopped and stood
right in front of him, almost touching, her legs apart, her hands on her
hips, but she knew every other eye in the room was roaming over her now.

   Codi was almost jealous but knew she would never be able to do such a
thing......  The thought thrilled her but she knew she couldn't do it.  The
challenge at the Art Gallery....well, she couldn't have imagined she could
do that either but it was almost private, despite the cameras, just her and
ol Chuck and then of course his wife, but she didn't have to see anyone
actually watching them.

   Johnny dug into his pocket and pulled out a slim wad of cash.  He peeled
off a note and held it toward her,......She slowly pulled up her dress on
one side, revealing a wonderfully tanned and toned thigh until finally
there was a glimpse of the band of her yellow thong.  She pulled it
slightly away from her skin as Johnny slid the folded hundred dollar bill
underneath just as she snapped it back against her.  She pulled up the
other side of her dress and proceeded to give Johnny the lap dance of his
life.  She peeled the dress up and over her head and bumped and ground
against him in just her yellow bra and thong.....

   "Here's another $100...for your bra...." called out Ana as she threw the
bill down for Ana.

   Isabella turned her back to Johnny, her ass just about at his chin, and
turned to face the room as she pushed back against Johnny.

   "Why don't you come here and take it?" Ana didn't have to be asked
twice. She stepped over to Isabella and with her face barely an inch in
front of Isabella's, she reached behind her and unclipped the bra before
slowly easing it off her small but perfectly shaped breasts and then
happily grabbed it and brought it to her nose.  Without taking her eyes off
the young girl, Ana slowly slid the hundred dollar bill into the other side
of the thong to Johnny's and stepped back.  Isabella continued to grind
against Johnny as she then let her hands move over her breasts and then
down her body until her right hand slowly moved into the top of her thong
and then down.....

   "Oh, my" said Abigail, who was beginning to squirm herself.

   "I'll give you $500 right now for a blow job!" said Claude.

   The loud words seemed to stun everyone for just a moment.  They looked
at Claude, who had been pretty much just open mouthed gaping until now,
wondering if he was serious or joking and then of course, as Claude let the
offer hang out there, all eyes went to Isabella who straightened up, slowly
withdrew her hand from inside her thong, her fingers glistening with her
juices which she proceeded to lick off, to the gasping thrill of everyone
and......

   "The trick, my dear Claude, is making everyone think they can buy sex
with you, Not actually doing it.  Unless, of course, you want to." Without
making any attempt to retrieve her dress or bra she slinked back to the
couch and half lay down in a very provocative pose, one leg up on the
couch, the other stretched out on the floor, the yellow thong enhancing her
tanned thighs as she looked back at everyone, and sipped on her wine.

   Codi's heart was racing at all this.  She found herself hugely turned on
by the whole exchange, Isabella's performance, the sexual tension in the
air.......she found herself leaning back towards Michael and whispering in
his ear...

   "What did you mean earlier, when you said the person I am now?"

   Michael looked at her, "Because you are not going to be that person for
much longer."

   "Who will I be?"

   "The real you.  The one you've kept locked up all these years.  No,
maybe 'locked up' isn't right.  Let's say 'unformed'"

   Codi looked at him, lost and unsure.

   "It's going to take a while and things might get a
little....uncomfortable..", continued Michael.  "But it will happen."

   He studied her for a moment and ran his fingers across her cheek as he
liked to do.

   "You want it to happen, don't you?"

   "I don't know.  I don't really know what it means."

   "Maybe I can help show you.  Give you an idea."

   Codi looked at him, her eyes searching for a definitive answer in his.

   "You're going to make me do it, aren't you?  Tell me you're not going
to" "She heard herself say......

   Codi waited for the words of reassurance but nothing could have prepared
her for what then came out of Michael's mouth.

   "Codi might surprise you, Claude.  She's not nearly as innocent as she
looks.  Are you Codi?"

   Her cheeks burned bright red, a rising sense of panic coursing through
her as everyone's attention shifted to her.  She looked at Michael with
pleading eyes.  He squeezed her hand and then released it, patting it a
little as he shifted away from her.

   "Oh, that's right", said Ana.  "Why don't you stand up for us,
sweetheart?"

   Codi tried her best to laugh it off.  "Stand up?  Why?"

   "Just do it Codi.  Please.  You know it's best to do what you're told."

   "My my...this is getting interesting, " sighed Abigail.

   Codi slowly stood up, feeling a moment of unsteadiness as she did. 
Everyone's eyes were on her.  Isabella didn't even seem to mind that she
was suddenly not the focus of attention.

   "Let's lose that lovely cream jacket, honey." continued Ana.

   Codi hesitated.

   "Do we really have to go down that road?"said Ana, almost wearily.

   Codi looked around at Michael, wanting him to know she felt betrayed but
all she could feel was the whirling and growing thrill inside her.  What
would they make her do?

   Codi let her jacket fall to the couch and stood before them in her lacy,
bejeweled white bra and the tight cream pants that hugged her thighs and
ass.

   "Can anyone tell her what to do?  Or just you, Ana?" continued Abigail
who was looking very turned on.

   "You go right ahead, Abby.  She really likes it when you call her a
whore." said Ana, matter of factly, turning to face Codi, "Don't you?"

   For Codi, that word was like a cattle prod into her.  But it also
produced a new combination of feelings: fear, abundant shame and growing
lust that were all battling each other.

   "Tell her, Codi." Don't make me......."

   "Yes," interrupted Codi in a soft voice as she turned and looked
directly at Abigail and then shamefully down at the ground.  "I like being
called a whore." She felt outside of her body, mind spinning

   "Well, okay, pretty whore, take off those pants" called out Abigail.

   Codi began to fumble with the buttons......."Why don't I help you with
that?" continued Abigail as she moved over to Codi and got on her knees in
front of her, looking up into her eyes as she unbuttoned and then unzipped
the cream silk pants before beginning to peel them down her thighs, clearly
knocked out by the beautiful young woman's body.  Codi stepped out of the
pants and stood before them in just her bra, her high heeled anklet heels
and tiny white G-string, feeling every emotion under the sun.

   "Holy Shit!" exclaimed Abigail as she let her hands roam all over Codi's
ass and thighs, even planting a kiss just below her navel.  "She is just
stunning.  Can I....?"

   "I bet she's dripping wet already.  Why don't you see, Abby?"

   Codi, riddled with shame, knew she was.  But was it shame about what was
happening in front of everyone?  Or how she felt about it?  That was much
more complicated.

   She looked down as though it were all happening to someone else as
Abigail gently kissed her way down to the front of the g-string before
sliding a finger to the side of the flimsy material and Codi felt the
finger slip into her dripping molten core and felt herself becoming a
little unsteady.

   "I think you had better lay her down," offered Johnny.

   "What happened to my blow job?" cried out a disregarded and classless
Claude.  "If I call her a whore, will she blow me?"

   "Just relax, Claude.  Let's see where this goes." offered Michael.  Codi
looked at him as she lay down on the rug and watched Abigail, still on her
knees, pull up her tight skirt to allow for more movement as she bent down
over Codi.

   She kissed her on the lips which Codi found herself responding to and
then she felt the older woman move down on her body, one hand gently
pushing her legs apart and then the G string and, for the first time in her
life, she felt another woman's lips and then tongue on her pussy.  She felt
a shudder at the touch.  Abigail felt it too.  "You need this, don't you.
Everything that's happening?"

   "Yes.  But why do I?" It was almost a whisper.

   "You taste divine." As she moved her hands under Codi's legs and pulled
them up and further apart, she saw the butt plug.  Codi knew it and
flinched in shame as Abigail pressed on it, moving it so that Codi could
feel spasms of pleasure in there.  Abigail raised her voice.  "Can you
believe it?  She has a a butt plug in." She could feel the interest of all
the others in the room at the words.  "Oh, my God, you really are a
perfect, beautiful little whore.  And I mean that as a compliment."

   Codi knew she would be coming soon and coming hard as that 'whore' word
resounded in her head and Abigail's tongue expertly explored her sex.  She
began to groan as she looked up and saw Ana, her dress unbuttoned and
draped either side of her body, with her hand in her exposed panties
stroking her pussy ever harder.

   Even the beautiful Isabella was not immune and was starting to rub
Eduardo's hard dick right through his pants who was pretty excited himself.
"Wow!You do throw a great dinner party, Johnny!" He called out.  For his
part, Johnny was speechless as he watched the young beautiful girl writhe
on his floor as Abigail expertly and joyfully ate her out.

   Codi began to come hard, right on Abigail's mouth.  Her body shuddered
and convulsed as Abigail worked her tongue even harder and then finally
withdrew as the young woman continued to come.  She moved up to kiss Codi
deeply, all her own juices smearing on the young woman's mouth.  "I could
eat you all day." Abigail moved back to the couch, pulling her skirt back
down, her face a sparkling mix of saliva and Codi's pussy juice.

   Johnny and Claude, each displaying hard-ons in their pants, looked to
Michael for guidance.....

   "Codi, would you like to suck these men?"

   "I can't do that."

   "I think we both know that you can.  More than that, that you will."

   "Please Michael.  It's too much."

   "If I didn't know that you really want and need to.  I wouldn't ask."
Codi looked back at him, feeling the inevitable direction this was going.

   "In front of everyone?" She tried and failed miserably to make that a
negative thought.  Even to herself.

   "Yes, Codi.  In front of everyone."

   "Wow.  She's really going to do it!" said Isabella as she left Eduardo
and moved closer to Codi on the center of the large rug.  She sat down next
to Codi's head and began to stroke her hair as Claude and Johnny disrobed
and approached her fabulous body, her breasts still heaving from Abigail's
efforts.

   "Do you want her too, Isabella?" said Ana.  Codi's body felt the sting
of those words.  She wasn't even being asked.  Others would decide her
fate.

   "Of course you do.  You'll just have to wait your turn though." said
Ana. "Just play with your pussy right there while they fuck that pretty
mouth."

   With that, Isabella slid her hand inside her yellow thong and started
playing with her wet pussy, so close to Codi that Codi could almost taste
it.  Visions of this happening at her office with everyone there watching
and filming her on their phones flashed through her head like an electric
shock.  The deep shame of what she was doing mixed combustibly with the
spreading sexual churning throughout her body.

   Claude and Johnny had opened their pants, displaying quite respectable
erections.  She registered that neither man was unattractive.  In fact in
another setting, Codi might have found either one of them quite 'dashing'
but that didn't matter now.  She was going to be used by both of them
because that is what Michael wanted and therefore she wanted it too.  That
was the truth of it.  More than that, she couldn't get away from how it all
made her feel inside.  Maybe she was using them?

   Her orgasms, so much more powerful now, were really just the waves in
the glorious ocean of emotion she felt at these sexual episodes.  The
anticipation, the others watching, (oh my God, the others watching!), the
possibly imminent ruination of her respectable life and good name, the
pulsing wetness of her pussy, the sensitivity of her rock hard
nipples....it was like a glorious high and desperate low at the same time
that no drug could ever match.  But the high was winning tonight.  She was
rapidly becoming addicted to it.  She didn't just want it, she needed it.
Badly........

   "Get on your knees for me." Michael said softly.  She did so.  "Put your
knees further apart." She did so, looking up at him for approval and
received the soft hand stroke on her cheek as a reward.

   Johnny was the first to touch her, just along her shoulder.  She
shivered at the touch.

   "You are ridiculously beautiful and sexy.  You know that, don't you?'
Codi didn't say anything as Johnny continued to touch her.  She looked up
as Claude stood in front of her stroking his cock as she looked at the
gorgeous Isabella with her hand working inside her panties.

   She moved over on her knees, almost crawling in front of the two men but
kept them either side of her, leaving a clear view to Michael so he would
have the unobstructed view she knew he wanted as she took hold of each cock
and began to stroke them, all the while staring at Michael.

   "Use one hand to touch yourself while you suck them, Codi." he said.

   Oh, my God...not in front of everyone!  But no such words came out.

   "You're filming this, aren't you?" She said, before finally lowering her
head and taking Claude into her mouth, her hand moving down inside her G
string to play with her pussy as told.

   "Of course", said Michael.

   She almost whispered.  "Are you going to make them pay me.  Like they
did her."

   "Is that what you want?  Not just to be called a Whore, but to actually
be one?"

   Codi's cheeks were on fire, her heart beating a mile a minute,as Michael
regarded her for a moment that felt like a lifetime.

   Finally, he spoke.  "No.  You're not ready for that yet" The 'yet'
catapulted around her brain.  "It could happen, but not tonight.  We'll
have to see what's best for you."

   They'll decide that??

   "This would not be the real thing, anyway.  It's not like you're going
up alone in a hotel elevator to meet a client you know nothing about, is
it?"

   Codi was disappointed, enraged, turned on, ashamed, mortified at
herself...at him...at them.  Why was having no say in what happened so
complicatedly powerful?

   "Tonight, is just for you to show our friends what can do.  Now, go
ahead."

   She felt the tip of Johnny's cock...and begin to lick as she took hold
of Claude's.  She turned and took Claude into her mouth.....She realized it
was important for her to do this well.  Really well.  For her audience. 
She felt ashamed that she loved them all knowing that she was being coerced
to do this.  It was so much more of a turn on mixed with the shame than if
it had been her idea.

   The emotional hurricane inside her helped her put on a world champion
display of fellatio that had all of her audience loosening their clothes

   "I think she's going to have to do a little more for them than suck,
don't you?  said a clearly heating up Ana.

   "Oh yes." said Michael.

   "I think we flip a coin as to who gets to fuck her from behind while she
continues sucking the other."

   "What do you say, Codi?  Do you care who does what?"

   Codi just half-groaned, half whimpered......but the excitement and
trepidation was beyond her experience.

   Ana flicked her coin........and announced Johnny would be the one to
fuck her.

   Codi groaned at the exchange that stoked the fire in her.  A flip of a
coin had decided who got to violate/pleasure her.  She had had no say. 
Except that she could say No, couldn't she?  Couldn't she?  Would she even
if she could?

   She felt Johnny move behind her and run his hands down her back, moving
her onto all fours, stopping only to unclasp her bra, releasing and then
stroking those magnificent tits.

   "Oh my God, that's not even fair.  Look at those!" Isabella looked at
Codi, registering the scared ecstasy on her face.  Codi then took Claude's
dick into her mouth.

   Johnny began to pull down Codi's white G string.  "She lifted her knees
one by one to help him.  He held them in his hand.  "Codi, you slutty girl,
these are just drenched.  You really want to get ravaged, don't you?" Codi
groaned and squirmed again.

   "Answer the man, " said Michael.  She looked back at him and then hung
her head, "Yes.  Yes, I do."

   Johnny held the soaked G string up to his nose and breathed in.

   "No, give me those." said Isabella.  Johnny handed the wet garment to
her.  Isabella took it and smelled it herself, tasting it.  "Ummmm so good,
Codi.  Here, you try." She then moved to Codi.  "Open your mouth," Codi did
so and Isabella proceed to put the wet, sliver of underwear, now almost
transparent, on her tongue the sides hanging out of either side of her
mouth.

   "Now you look ready to be fucked." Codi returned to the job of stroking
a hyper-ventilating Claude's cock as she felt Johnny's cock behind her, at
her pussy, and then.....he was inside her, filling her, and the high of her
sex drug went to ever newer heights.  She could hear herself gasping like
an animal in heat and wondering how anything that felt so good could also
be so unforgiving.

   "Oh, look how she loves to be fucked in front of everyone!  You love it,
don't you, Codi?"

   "Yes.  Ana.  Yes." said Codi letting the G string fall out of her mouth.

   "Thank Johnny for fucking you."

   "Come on, Codi.  Don't be shy."said Abigail.

   Codi was all gasps as the cock inside her plunged in and out and she
tried to keep Claude's dick well taken care of.  The feel of being fucked
by one man while she sucked another was beyond

   belief.  She pulled off of Claude's member for just a moment to
answer......

   "Johnny.......Thank you....  for fucking........  me."

   "Don't forget Claude."

   "Thank you for letting me suck your cock."

   "My God, what a fabulous slut!" said Johnny.

   Codi could feel inside her something different with all this......  It
wasn't just a building orgasm, as welcome and powerful as those always
were, but instead it was a warm and pulsing energy inside of her, like an
unbelievably powerful edging except it was constant....there was no going
beyond it......no end in sight......it was just constant ecstasy!  My God,
would she ever be able to give this up?  Why would anyone give it up? 
Could she ever control it?

   "I think we need a little more," said Ana.  "Isabella, get on your hands
and knees right next to Codi.  Claude is going to fuck you from behind just
like Johnny is doing Codi."

   Isabella apparently needed no further encouragement, pulling off her
thong and lining up so close to Codi that their thighs were touching. 
Claude wasted no time in pushing into Isabella whose gasps were now a
fabulous accompaniment to Codi's own.

   There was more to come though as Abigail and Ana stood up and slowly
stripped out of their dresses proudly showing their toned bodies, hoping to
compete with the two stunningly gorgeous young girls that were getting all
the attention.  Abigail more tall and slender, Ana more busty and petite
but what each had in common, besides their natural good look and bald
pussies, was some very fine plastic surgery up top, doing a good, if maybe
premature, job of keeping the years at bay.  They slowly peeled off their
panties, dropping them on the floor, and moved over in front of the two
young girls, then sitting down on the floor and spreading their legs,
Abigail in front of Isabella and Ana in front of Codi.  Ana picked up the
G-string from the floor and took a long savoring inhale from the still damp
material.

   Isabella was already going to town on Abigail's bald pussy, as Claude
began to fuck her, which was making Codi squirm just at the oh-so-close
sighs and sounds of it.  Ana moved herself into position in front of Codi
who looked at the older woman's pretty, wet pussy and the small trimmed
landing strip, seeming almost like a guide for where she should go.

   She closed her eyes, lowered her head and began to lick and suck and
felt the initial rolling ripples of her orgasm coming at the first taste as
she felt Johnny's cock inside her and Ana's clit under her
tongue.........She could barely process what she must look like.  Who was
this person doing this?  Why did it feel so.........

   The orgasm built fast and she tuned out the commentary coming from Ana
and occasionally, between gasps, from Abigail, but something began to
change.  She began to feel that the fucking she was getting from Johnny and
the pussy eating she was giving Ana, as others watched, in front of
Michael's calm presence, was exactly where she wanted to be.  What did that
make her?

   As Johnny pounded into her pussy and she felt the gorgeous Isabelle
right next to her, rendered even more gorgeous in sexual thrall, Codi's
tongue returned to its target and worked and worked it.  She knew what Ana
was feeling as she sucked and licked at the little bud of a clit.  Ana
cried out as she felt what was coming and finally it was there.  She came
shatteringly hard, squirting onto Codi's chin and cheeks, even hitting
Abigail and Isabelle, right next to them.  Codi looked at Ana, heaving and
shuddering on the floor.  Codi felt strangely satisfied at the sight.

   Ana just lay there breathing hard, until finally, and to everyone's
delight, Ana pulled herself up and proceeded to lick her own juices off
Codi's mouth and cheeks and chin, finally just kissing her on the mouth
before falling back against the couch.

   It was evidently too much for Claude who cried out and thrust into
Isabella once more, spraying his come into her pussy in spurt after spurt.
It sounded like Isabella was coming too which pushed Johnny over the edge
and Codi felt the spray deep inside her.  Abigail moaned at the removal of
Isabelle's skilled tongue but finished herself off in epic fashion, her
stomach contracting as she came.

   Isabella was far from finished and no sooner had Claude collapsed out of
her than she demanded that Eduardo start fucking her immediately!  He
almost tripped on his way over before moving on top of the now lying down
Isabel who spread her legs for him, Claude's cum slipping from her cunt. 
He unbuttoned his pants and plunged a good sized, rock hard dick into her.

   Only Michael was physically uninvolved now but his mind was whirling as
Codi looked at him while taking turns sucking the two hard dicks on either
side of her.  He was surprised at how carried away he was getting....

   "Move over Isabella and play with her clit while he fucks her and let
her lick you.." Michael was always the ideas man..

   The sexual energy in the room was like a living thing as Codi edged
closer to Isabella, looking deep into her eyes as Eduardo continued fucking
her, before kissing her way down the beauty's stomach until she could feel
her clit under her fingers as Eduardo was pounding in and out of her pussy.
Codi started to lick at the beautiful Isabella's clit, the motion of
Eduardo moving inside her, right below her nose, his cock covered in
Isabelle's pussy juice and Claude's cum

   Codi moved her body around so that her pussy was right next to
Isabella's face and soon she could feel Isabella licking her cum soaked
pussy, their respective cum loads now smearing across each other's mouth
and cheeks as Codi licked what she could get to of her pussy around
Eduardo's thrusts.  She couldn't believe how much she loved this.  Way way
more than she could have imagined.  The fact that the other five people in
the room were watching it all, close up, sent the most lustful parts of her
mind into overdrive.....

   Ana made her way over to Michael's couch and sat next to him, rubbing
his crotch as they both stared at the scene before them.  Abigail was now
slowly rubbing circles around her clit and squirming.

   Codi had never been so wet in her life and yet another orgasm rocketed
through her and into Isabella's mouth.  "Dear God, " she thought, "where
has this fabulous filth been all my life?" It wasn't just the sex, it was
the feeling of being outside her body, watching the others watch her and
what she saw in their eyes.  The judgment, lust, contempt and adoration.

   Ana sat open mouthed, still rubbing Michael's cock through his pants. 
Codi continued to gently grind on Isabella's face as Eduardo kept fucking
her ever more frantically.

   Abigail,now had her cell phone out, almost in Codi's face.

   "I want her to taste Eduardo's cock with all Izzy's pussy juice and cum
on it."

   Eduardo was starting to lose his mind with lust.

   "You'll do it, won't you Codi?"said Abigail.  Codi's whimper of a non
answer was the most enthusiastic affirmative any of them could have hoped
for.

   "Isabella, play with that butt plug of hers while she sucks him..."
Isabella certainly responded to guidance thought Codi as she groaned,
feeling Isabella's fingers at her ass, two fingers starting to move the
plug......in and out,,,,,,she felt Abigail move with her camera to record
it before moving back to see the whole scene in front of her and starting
to play with her own pussy once again as she watched......and filmed.

   Codi reached up and grabbed hold of the base of Eduardo's cock and
slowly pulled it out of Isabella's soaking, fragrant pussy, her body
reacting to it's absence in involuntary jerks......

   Eduardo's big cock glistened in the light with Isabelle's thick pussy
juice mixed with Claude's cum.  Codi didn't put it in her mouth right away.
She looked at Michael, Ana still pressing on his crotch.

   "Come on, Codi.  We're all watching and waiting." He said.

   Codi tremored at the words, lowered her head and put out her tongue and
began to lick it up and down......all over......  savoring every pass.

   "How does she taste", asked Abigail.  Codi looked into her cell
phone....

   "Pure sex." Isabella moved the butt plug a little harder as she said
it.....and Codi felt another orgasm approaching fast.......

   Eduardo was clearly not going to hold out for long either.  Codi moved
to ease Isabella back, placing the girl's fingers on her own clit to
masturbate herself which she eagerly did as Codi began to pump his cock, up
and down with her right hand....so she didn't obstruct anyone's view and
pointed the tip right at Isabelle's dripping pussy.........it took only
seconds of this and then.....he began to come......HARD.

   Great bursts of hot come sprayed onto Codi's neck as she turned away and
onto Isabella, splashing her pussy, upper thighs, her hand and
stomach........Isabella cried out and all three of them were coming
together, to the stunned delight of their audience.....Eduardo finally
stopped his outpouring and fell back onto his heels..........there was a
communal sigh from everyone in the room........but that little, familiar,
insistent voice deep inside was telling Codi she wasn't finished.......she
was beyond surprised at what she realized she was about to do, appalled
even but she was powerless to stop it......

   Codi moved over Isabella and ran her fingers slowly through all the cum
on the lower part of Isabelle's body stopping only to taste it.....and then
she lowered her head to Isabelle's stomach and began to lick.......great
gobs of cum.......she moved off Isabelle's head and positioned herself
between her legs and began to lick her pussy.....taking up more cum.....and
then........

   .....she moved up to Isabella's face and began to kiss her, sharing the
cum which went back and forth from one to the other, much of the cum
leaking down onto Isabella's neck.  Isabella turned and pulled Codi around,
as she maneuvered them into a 69 position and proceeded to grind her cum
soaked pussy into Codi's face as she gorged herself on Codi's
own........with the others looking on, mouths open.

   "My God," whispered Ana.  "She's becoming shameless...."

   "Yes.  We'll have to think of something," countered Michael.

   Finally, after disengaging, she moved back around and offered one long
last sensuous kiss to Isabelle....and then.......she heard it....  "If
they're going to make me do this stuff, I'm sure glad it was with you."
said the young stripper/student.  The words jarred Codi.  A lot.  She did
an actual double-take.  So...she wasn't alone....of course she wasn't
alone....deep down she had to have known that.

   So what did that mean?  Her 'connection' with Michael.....it was
manufactured, tailored for her consumption?  No....no one was that good at
mind games, were they?  Was she the Goddess of naivete?  No matter what it
meant...  it changed something......

   Only then did Codi, cum drying on her body, turn to the couch and regard
them all, finally moving her glance to Michael who looked right back at
her, in that measured way he had.

   "Are you going to make me fuck you, Michael?  Going to make me take out
the butt plug and fuck me in the ass in front of everyone?  Is that what
you want now?" She was surprised how much irritation the confirmation that
she wasn't a unique case made her feel.

   "Make you?"

   The question hung in the air.  Codi's orgasms and what she was beginning
to think of as her 'sexual glow' was subsiding...the other 'her' was
starting to return.  She had to stand up for herself, didn't she?

   "Well, it's not going to happen, I'm afraid.  You took too long."

   For the first time in a very long while, every head turned away from
Codi and to Michael.  Even Ana had stopped playing with him.  What would
his response be to this unexpected behavior?

   "I guess that was my mistake." He said.

   "Yes, it was." Codi, proud of the spontaneous power-play that surprised
even her, reached back to her ass and slowly pulled out the plug, looked at
it, rolled it between her fingers and then casually discarded it on the
floor.

   "So, you no longer want to put your theory to the test?" asked Michael.
"That all I needed was one time with you and this would all be over?  You'd
rather it continue?  Maybe you would have been right.  Maybe it would have
been all over.  Just a wild dream you could have looked back upon on lonely
nights."

   Codi looked at him, honestly not at all sure what she thought.  The sex
of the evening was still pulsing through her, the memories too, of what she
had done and been willing to have done to her.  It thrilled her more than
she could fathom.  But she was starting to come down to earth.  That other
side of her was reasserting itself and she felt for the first time in hours
that she should cover herself, that she had indeed done something to be
ashamed of.  She reached for the two pieces of her suit

   Michael saw the change too and knew she wasn't ready to stop it yet.  He
smiled.

   "Suddenly not afraid of the consequences?  Maybe you 're making the
right decision.  You're certainly smart enough or maybe lucky enough to
know you don't have to worry about your exposure tonight.  I know
I....we.....  are looking forward to your continuing journey too much.  At
least for what's left of it."

   Oh shit, thought Codi, finality had reared its' very ugly head.  What
would happen then?

   "You're excited too, I think." Michael continued.  " I know I am.  I'm
especially looking forward to the next stage of the journey."

   Codi waited....and waited.....

   "I can't wait to see it." Codi didn't take the bait.  "Don't you want to
know what it is, Codi?"

   Codi just looked at him....and then....."Alright, Michael.  What is it?"

   "You.....performing.......  with Isabella........  at her club."

   Huh?  What?  thought Codi,...  very much back in the struggle of her
duality.

   "Have you ever thought what it's like to be a stripper?  On stage in
front of all those people?  Them all staring at you.  Paying you.  Buying
lap dances and whatever else from you.  Of course you'll have to approach
them and ask them first....negotiate......even tease a lot......but a
stunner like you, you'll be very popular.  Maybe some of the guys from your
company would like some free passes?  What do you think?  Maybe they'll
recognize you under all the make up, maybe they won't."

   Codi shivered, knowing he could look right through her.  "It might
happen tomorrow, might be a week or even a month from now but I'll be sure
to give you a couple of hours notice.  What do you say?"

   Codi could only look down, aware that even after everything she had done
this evening, she was blushing at the thought of being forced to be a
stripper......in front of a packed club of people.......with who knows who
in the audience?  That seemed a very big step.  Way outside of the usual
controlled environment she felt somewhat safe in.

   "I think we'll make it a challenge.  We'll set your earnings goal at
say, $2,000....no....$2,500 for the night.  What do you think Izzy?  What
will she have to do in the VIP to make that?"

   She looked down at Isabelle who widened her eyes slightly in trepidation
at how good of an earning night it would have be to make that......

   Codi's heart began beating faster......but not just at this latest
bombshell, as stunning as it was.  Something else.  Did he sound angry? 
Had his sophisticated, faux philosopher veneer slipped?  Was he embarrassed
to have been spoken to this way in front of his associates?  Where on earth
would she be on this journey if the Michael dynamic she had instinctively
trusted...changed?  And into what?

   "Another thing, we are uploading all of your wonderful edited videos,
including tonight, to a special website." Codi's stomach jumped into her
throat as she looked up, stung with both excitement and dread....and, for
the first time,...real worry.

   "Don't worry, it will be password protected and I will be very careful
to whom I choose to give that password....but you know what they say, once
something is on the web, it's there forever."

   Her fears about the change in Michael, and therefore her situation...her
journey, coursed through her.  Codi began to think she had very much
overplayed her hand........assuming she had ever even had a hand in this
game?  And why had she done it?  Deep down, had it just been jealousy?  Was
it just that stupidly simple?

   She pulled on her crumpled jacket over her spectacular, cum streaked
body, the jacket hanging open succeeded only in making her look even more
like pure sex.

   She looked down at the ground, suddenly wanting to avoid everyone's
gaze. Were they just contemptuous of her now?  She heard them all
whispering amongst themselves.  An hour ago she was their peer or at least
a treasured object of desire.  Now they were all getting dressed and acting
like she wasn't even there.....like a discarded toy.  At least that's the
way it felt.......  even Isabella had gotten up and was back with Eduardo,
asking about something.  A shower, maybe?  To wash it all away.....just
like that.

   Of course Michael saw it all in her.

   "Oh, no, don't do that.  Don't beat yourself up now!  You did great
tonight!  And you felt fabulous doing it.  I know you did.  Might be
starting to feel a little different now...a little shameful....but that's
the journey we're on, isn't it?"

   Was his tone different?

   "Besides, if it helps, I can tell you your theory was wrong.  No way I
am letting you get off this train just yet, fabulous ass or no fabulous
ass. Must say though.....I am looking forward to seeing you take it that
way...for the first time, after all that preparation with the plug?"

   His tone was definitely different.

   "Might be me, might be someone else.  Might even be a group of someone
else's...and afterwards it will all be on the web for you and others to
enjoy....hidden by a password.  What was your first pet's name anyway?" She
flinched as he grinned.  "Just kidding, sweetheart.  It's exciting to think
about though, isn't it?  We still have a long journey ahead of us, don't we
Codi?"
   Codi thought she might faint.