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 ï>¿Joanie Goes to Odessa's NY Wedding byJBEdwardsÂ(C)

   This story is intended to follow "Joanie of Zurich," which in turn
follows "Joanie Goes to Europe."

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   I returned to college for my junior year still in a bit of a state of
shock.  What I had endured in Paris and Zurich during the summer was
unbelievable.  Just to catch you up, I was in love with two men at once. 
The first was Mike, who was one year ahead of me in college.

   The second man was Philip.  He was a banker in NY, specializing in
private banking, which is providing special financial services to rich
people within an investment bank context.  We now know too that he arranges
for his top clients to fuck his mistress.  He is also Mike's cousin, and
Mike had set me up to become Philip's lover, too.  If you find this
surprising, you can imagine how I felt. 

   Mike had taken my virginity my freshman year and then manipulated me
into being both an exhibitionist and a slut.  I liked exhibitionism as it
turns out, but I do not enjoy being such a slut.  It hurts since I was
raised as a good Catholic girl, and I was one, and a virgin, before I met
Mike.  I am now what we call a lapsed Catholic girl. 

   What Mike had realized even before I did, the key to all my bad behavior
is alcohol.  When I am drunk I am a different person.  I become an
exhibitionist, and I am easy to manipulate into a man's bed.  To fight
this, I have forsworn alcohol several times, but Mike and Philip both have
always managed successfully to sabotage me.  They could succeed at this
because for reasons I did not really understand, and still don't
understand, I loved both of them.

   In Paris I had been farmed out to a gangbang in a bondage setting in
order for Philip to win more clients.  Somehow (and I cannot explain it) my
anger subsided after a month or so and I gave up being angry with Philip
for having used me so cruelly. 

   But what happened subsequently in Zurich was even worse.  There both my
younger sister Sarah and I were blackmailed into agreeing to be sold into
sexual slavery for 24 hours.  What happened to us was brutal sexual
exploitation to the extent that the horrors of Paris seemed tame. 

   The main culprit who blackmailed us with information about the dubious
past of our parents was a man called Klaus Schmidt, a Swiss banker.  He is
now under arrest for embezzlement, something I helped to arrange using my
computer skills.  (I am a computer science major, specializing in hacking,
and especially in protection against hacking.  The best way to prevent
being hacked is to have a talented hacker on your side.  I'm your girl for
that.)

   Here is the bombshell: While hacking into Klaus' computer, I learned
that Mike and Philip conspired with him to force my sister and me into
sexual slavery.  This ruined my love for each of them.  There are some acts
that are just not forgivable. 

   I do not know why Mike and Philip behaved that way; I am sure they had
their reasons.  I cannot imagine what they might be, and frankly, I don't
care.  I'm sure money is behind it.  Money and sadism are what drive
Philip. I don't know what drives Mike, but the part of it I have seen is
not nice.

   Indeed with them, as with most people, it all comes down to money; the
details do not matter that much.  I do however make it a policy never to
let anyone know just how good I am at hacking into his or her private
affairs.  I think few things would freak people out more than that. 

   Now I saw my task as figuring out a way to dump both of them brutally
without revealing how I obtained my knowledge. 

   I got an opportunity for the first step fairly quickly.  When I returned
to college, Mike expected to resume our relationship.  He had no idea that
I knew about his role in selling me into 24 hours of horrible sexual
slavery. 

   Mike does love me in spite of his misogyny and cruel ways of showing it.
I love him, too, but am now determined no change and no longer to love
him. 

   For my plans to work, it was key for me to act normally so of course I
agreed to go out with him when we both returned to college.  It was easy to
display my anger with him, since he had spent the summer pursuing his
project of seeing how girls from different countries differed in bed,
something that had made me angry and jealous, even though I was traveling
with Philip and having astounding sexual escapades with him.  Nobody ever
said such feelings have to be rational. 

   Mike took me clubbing and did his best to get me drunk.  He also tried
to get me partially undressed in public.  He succeeded in getting me
somewhat drunk, and got buttons of my blouse undone to the extent that my
bra was clearly visible.  Since my bra supported my boobs from underneath
and left them mostly uncovered, this was fairly risquÃ(C). 

   I did however manage to resist his attempts to show me off too much to
strange men.  Still, I was sorely tempted to let him.  Exhibitionism
remains to this day a serious weakness I have.  Maybe it's my biggest
weakness.  There's a lot of competition for the honor of being my biggest
weaknesses.  I am not a moral person. 

   I also managed at the same time to get Mike drunk, and that is what I
was after.  At the end of the evening we went to a 24-hour MacDonald's for
coffee.  In the quiet there we talked, and I casually asked him if Philip's
wife was working, or not.  I had no idea if Philip was even married, but I
was suspicious because he had never invited me to his home.  He always
fucked me in my hotel rooms. 

   Mike said, "No, she stopped working after the birth of their first
child." After he said this, Mike realized quickly how he had been tricked
into letting me know not only that Philip is married, but also that he has
at least two children!  Otherwise, why would he have said "first child?"

   I asked Mike, "Was Philip married when you asked me to pose as his
girlfriend for his boss?  You do know that was a set-up to get me to fuck
his boss so that he could get a promotion, right?"

   Mike tried to change the subject, but I would not have it.  I finally
got him to admit it: Philip's wife had refused to do anything remotely
related to those antics, and Mike had proposed me as a solution.  He was
the architect of my sexual degradation and humiliation, of the entire
scheme. 

   I was working on a MacDonald's coffee that Mike had bought me, and it
found its way into Mike's face, followed by the most vicious slap across
his face I could manage.  "Fuck you, Mike," I said, in a moment that lacked
all poetry.  The coffee was no longer hot enough to burn his face.  Too
bad. 

   I arose from the table at MacDonald's and staggered a bit due to the
booze in my system as I went for the door.  I was stranded, however, it
being 3am and far from my apartment.  I tried for Uber, but had no luck. 
Few Uber cars were cruising at that hour.  A young Black man in MacDonald's
had overheard and overlooked what happened and he offered to take me home.
I accepted readily. 

   He was really nice, and walked me to my door, waiting to see if I got
into my apartment safely.  He was handsome, too.  I gave him a sloppy and
drunk kiss, and thanked him profusely.  I got his name, which is Mark. 

   Mark said, "You are a lovely woman Joanie.  And if I may add, you have
lovely breasts."

   "Thank you Mark.  Thanks too for the ride and being so sweet.  As a
reward, you want to see more of my boobs?" I replied. 

   He said, "Sure.  Who wouldn't?"

   Then to his shock I took off my blouse and my bra, right there outside
on my doorstep. 

   "Wow.  Joanie you are something," Mark said as he fondled my boobs. 
"But you are drunk.  I would like to see you again when you are sober."
Then he kissed me again and left to return to his car.  I stood there
topless on my stoop and watched his car drive off. 

   What a man, I thought.  I realized Mark was one of the few gentlemen I
had met while in college.  I car drove by and his headlights lit me up, so
I quickly opened the door and slipped back inside. 

   The next morning I woke with a headache but knowing Mike was toast, and
I had solved the Mike problem.  Philip was a married man, a small little
detail he had never told me.  I had my reasons to end it with both of them,
and now there was no need for them to know of my computer hacking.  What I
did not know yet was how to exact revenge.  That would come, I knew, with
patience.  Fate had a way of presenting me with opportunities for
revenge. 

   I once again foreswore alcohol and led a chaste life my junior year in
college, giving me lots of time to devote to my studies, and no more
hangovers.  Mike tried to seduce me a few times.  It was hard to do, but I
resisted all of his attempts.  I was sexually frustrated but happy.  He
began to realize that he had crossed the Rubicon, and there was no going
back.  He had lost me. 

   Then in the spring semester came the bombshell.  Two friends I had made
via my times with Philip were the lovely Odessa, a girl from Kansas who is
a few years older than I am, and Steve, another private banker and friend
and colleague of Philip.  Indeed, I had even had fleeting sexual relations
with both Odessa and Steve the past semester.  Well, the bombshell was that
the two of them were getting married. 

   I was invited to the wedding, which is of course how I learned of it. 
Steve was a close friend of Philip (and doubtless had known all along
Philip was married), so it was a lead pipe cinch both Philip and his wife
would be at the wedding. 

   Worse, Odessa told me that instead of a bachelor's party and a
bachelorette party, they were going to combine them into one big party of
sexual debauchery.  She wanted my help to organize it.  I did not want to
do it, but Odessa begged me, and she is a friend.  Indeed, she is a good
friend.

   In place of the male strippers one sometimes hires for bachelorette
parties, I got Mike and his three roommates.  His roommates are named
Steve, Tony, and John.  This can be confusing with the two Steves, so I
will call this one Roommate Steve.  And instead of the prostitutes for the
men, I got one a few girls I knew who liked sex, and who were not too
particular about their partners. 

   This also describes me, but there was no way I was going to do this. 
Two of them we met before in an earlier part of my college history: Gloria
and Betty.  I also asked my high school friend Connie, who goes to another
school.  To my surprise, all three girls agreed.  Moreover Connie asked if
she could bring a friend named Ginnie.  Of course I said yes. 

   Each girl was to get $5,000 "for expenses," plus free travel and a free
hotel room in a fancy NYC hotel.  That made it fairly easy for them to say
yes.  College students always need money, it seems, and everyone loves a
free weekend in New York City.  I hoped four girls would be enough.  Odessa
thought it would be. 

   Odessa also invited my sister Sarah, as well as of course Steve's sister
Mary Ann, who Steve had once fucked in front of me in order to get a
promotion.  Steve is far from perfect, to say the least, but Odessa loves
him all the same.

   I bought some nice clothes for the party, and had to prepare myself to
face Mike again, as well as Philip and his wife.  I assumed I would meet
his wife at the wedding, not at the debauchery party.  But Philip would
certainly be a guest at the party.  I hoped my sister Sarah would steer
clear of him.  Philip had carnal knowledge of her from our time in Zurich.

   When the time came, I got to the site of the party early, to supervise
things.  It was in a ballroom of a fancy hotel in midtown.  I looked nice,
but not at all sexy.  Okay, okay, I guess I always look at least a little
sexy.  After all, it is no secret I like sex and I have a near perfect body
for it, with curves in all the right places.  Sexual availability is in the
eyes, and my eyes alone made me sexy.

   My clothes did reveal my shapely body, but no skin other than my neck,
head, hands and legs.  I had on beautiful jewelry I had forced Philip to
buy me, including my gold Cartier nail bracelet, my Bulgari gemstone
necklace, and my gold Maltese cross.  The cross was under my clothes,
falling in between my boobs, so only I knew it was there.  It brought me
luck.  My hair was pulled back, giving me a cold bitch veneer, or at least
so I hoped.

   The party began as a cocktail party, and the four men and four women to
serve as entertainment were hidden in another room.  We had free flowing
liquor and small canapÃ(C)s, and the party resembled a bankers' cocktail
party for the first hour or so.  The bankers looked great, wearing suits
and ties and they were well groomed, and their dates were the female
equivalents. 

   Then we put on rock and heavy metal and I told Philip to ask Odessa to
dance to get things started. 

   Philip did not know for sure what was going on between him and me.  He
had invited me several times to meet him in NY, but I always had an excuse.
No doubt Mike had warned him that he had let slip Philip was married, and
no doubt he also knew Mike and I were history, but his ability to fool
himself concerning me was apparently boundless.  Maybe he thought I did not
mind being a mistress and would not care much that he was married.  He
probably hoped that.  I guess he also hoped I had forgiven him his
trespasses.  Guess again, asshole. 

   Since Philip was dancing with Odessa, the soon-to-be groom Steve asked
me to dance.  I happily agreed, and now that I was a little drunk, I danced
sexily, at times grinding my pelvis up against Steve's cock, making it hard
under his clothes.  All the time I had a huge smile on my face.

   When we finished dancing after a few dances, I hugged Steve and then
said how much I missed him, and gave his cock a nice little fondle through
his clothes.  I knew Odessa well enough to know that she would not mind and
in fact would enjoy my antics, especially is she could watch them.  That's
how she is. 

   Steve said, "I missed you too, Joanie my sweet." He smiled at me.  Then
I turned around and left him, walking to the bar.  My dancing and my little
show with Steve were purely to get in a dig at Philip.  In contrast, Philip
got nowhere with Odessa. 

   It was then that they walked in.  This was a surprise.  With the music
blaring away and most people dancing away the evening, in walked Philip's
boss Mr.  Hardigan and his wife.  Even more amazing, Philip's biggest
client, the billionaire Mr.  Harwood and his amazing wife walked in with
them.  All four of them were in the their late 40s/early 50s, much older
than the rest of the 20-something crowd already at the party.

   Both men had carnal knowledge of me, since I had fucked Philip's boss so
that he could get a promotion, and I had fucked the billionaire Harwood so
that he would become Philip's client.  I was completely blindsided; I had
not seen this coming.  I should have.  I was dumb.

   You would think that was a big enough surprise, but with the two couples
was a stunning tall and blonde woman.  Wow.  She as gorgeous: tall, with
blonde silken hair, smooth creamy skin, smallish boobs, a flat stomach, and
lovely long legs.  She would be a winner of any beauty contest.  I tried to
recover from my shock and wanted to think of a way to turn this unexpected
development to my advantage. 

   I looked over at Odessa, and she looked to be just as surprised to see
these five people as I was.

   I quickly went over to Mrs.  Harwood, whom I liked, and greeted her
warmly.  Her greeting was equally affectionate.  She whispered to me that
she and her husband and the Hardigans were up for some no holes barred sex.
When would all that begin? 

   I summoned up inner strength to recover from my shock, and I said, "How
nice.  It will start soon, I'm sure.  Is the same true for the tall blonde
with you?"

   "That is Philip's wife," Mrs.  Harwood said.  "Her name is Ursula.  She
has no idea what she is in for; she is disgustingly prim and proper.  I
brought her here as a present to you.  Let's show the bitch how bankers'
wives are supposed to behave, and get her sexually humiliated."

   Even though I knew Mrs.  Harwood was something else, I was in a state of
shock with the bile expressed.  She had spit out the words.  She continued,
"I know the whole story of how you have been deceived, used and abused, by
the way.  In New York, Paris and Zurich.  It's reprehensible.  "

   Now I was sufficiently shocked that I just stood there stupefied.  Mrs.
Harwood giggled.  Seeing how surprised and stunned I was, she added, "You
would be amazed how much billionaires know.  They make it their business to
know all the angles, about everything."

   All I could do was to hug her, and say, "Thank you."

   "There's more," Mrs.  Harwood said.  "I've arranged for this to be a
masked ball.  I hope you do not mind, since I know you are an organizer. 
People are outside with costumes and Italian masks; they are very elegant,
direct from the island of Murano, near Venice.  No expense has been spared.
If you act quickly, Philip might not realize his wife is here.  Her name is
Ursula, by the way."

   I got busy right away.  I ushered people out in groups to be outfitted
in costumes and made sure Ursula was in the first group.  The costumes were
very revealing for the women.  I noticed Ursula's hesitancy to put hers on,
but Mrs.  Harwood quickly donned hers and insisted with Ursula do the same.
You could see most of Ursula's boobs and a lot of her bare ass.

   Ursula was afraid not to agree, since she knew how important the
Harwood's were to her husband.  Mrs.  Harwood took charge.  She and I
helped Ursula out in the costume.  When she was done I could not tell it
was Ursula behind the mask.  I guess that's the idea. 

   Ursula's outfit did not allow for a bra and had an amazingly short skirt
with a hole cut out to show off her ass.  So no panties, either.  This was
going to be fun.  Then Mrs.  Harwood tucked Ursula's smooth and silken
telltale blonde hair underneath an equally attractive wig.  Instantly she
was a brunette.  She still looked beautiful.

   After around 20 minutes everyone (including me) was in costume.  I
pushed the button I had arranged to signal to Mike and the boys to make
their grand entrance.  They came in and danced around on the stage.  Then
the girls, led by Gloria, entered and joined the boys on the stage, and the
8 of them began to dance with each other.

   The boys began to undress the girls, and the girls reciprocated,
undressing the boys.  They drew it out, teasing the audience, but after a
while the eight of them were clad only in underwear.  Mike and Gloria
descended from the stage and Mike chose Odessa while Gloria chose Roommate
Steve and they each began to undress them, being careful to leave on their
masks. 

   Things escalated.  The rest of the entertainment descended from the
stage, chose victims, and began to undress them, too.  At this point Ursula
tried to flee the party, but the Harwoods and the Hardigans together
blocked her path.  I signaled to Tony, who was the seducer par excellence,
with Roman good looks and a smooth manner, and indicated he should go after
Ursula. 

   Even in costume, Tony could tell Ursula was gorgeous.  She was also a
little drunk, since Mrs.  Harwood had taken her drinking before the party
and insisted she drink.  She had arranged with the bartender to give her
especially strong cocktails. 

   They actually drank a lot.  Tony did his best to work his magic on her,
and after a while (and some more drinking) he seemed to be succeeding.  His
progress however was torturously slow.  But Tony is a determined guy, and
likes a challenge.  I knew he would succeed in the end.  Maybe even in her
end. 

   My sister Sarah was at the party, and now she came up to me for the
first time.  After some hugs and greetings, she told me to be careful. 
"What do you mean?" I said.

   Sarah answered, "I overheard some of the bankers talking.  They said
it's likely Philip's mistress, "Joanie of Zurich" they called you, is here
tonight, possibly with her sister Sarah."



   "No shit?" I said.  "They referred to me as 'Philip's mistress', and
'Joanie of Zurich'?" 

   "Yes," Sarah said.  "And they all want the two sister fuck experience. I
guess their plan is to figure out who we are under our masks, and seduce
each of us."

   "Good luck with that," I said.  "Bankers are disgusting."

   "There's more," Sarah said.

   "Pray tell, little Sis," I replied. 

   "They called us porn stars.  One of the bankers said he must have
watched the Zurich videos at least 100 times.  He called tonight the
opportunity of a lifetime," Sarah said, looking at me.  "I think we should
just go."

   "You should, for sure.  I can't: I'm the key organizer.  I'm doing it
for Odessa."

   "Well, if you stay, then I stay," Sarah said.  "We girls have to stick
together."

   I wanted to kiss her, I was so grateful.  I don't know if you have tried
to kiss someone while wearing a glass Venetian mask.  It can't be done. 

   Meanwhile, the other guests got the orgy message, and men and women were
pairing up and undressing each other.  The party was working as planned. 
Mr.  Hardigan and Mr.  Harwood both found willing young friends of Odessa,
and Mrs.  Hardigan and Mrs.  Harwood, older of course but still pretty,
found two willing friends of the groom Steve. 

   Mrs.  Harwood waited until Tony had gotten Ursula undressed down to her
panties before she stopped worrying about her seduction and went after her
own young stud.  Ursula had beautiful firm breasts, with just the right
amount of bounce in them. 

   Ursula seemed very drunk, and I felt sure none of this would have
happened had she been sober.  It also would not have happened were it not
for Mrs.  Harwood.  That gave Ursula the excuse to run wild; it was for
business. 

   I'm not sure exactly who started the sex.  I guess it was inevitable
after the undressing.  I think it might have been Gloria and the
groom-to-be Steve who were the first.  After a long session of passionate
kissing and mutual fondling, Steve took Gloria from behind, and really
nailed her.  Once he saw that happen, Mike put the moves on Odessa, even
though she was the bride-to-be, and was fucking her on the floor,
missionary style.  She looked to be enjoying it, and met his every thrust,
smiling up at him. 

   The two of them fucking opened the floodgate, and soon the party was an
orgy with rampant fellatio and fucking.  I did not participate, but instead
drifted over to Tony and Ursula.  Tony had not yet managed to get into her
panties.  This woman was a hard nut to crack!

   I decided to help.  Ursula has luscious breasts, and I began to kiss
them and gently suck at her nipples.  I had to lift my Murano mask for my
lips to be able to kiss and suckle at her breasts, but I made sure nobody
could see my face. 

   Ursula turned so red at the lesbian ministrations that I could see it
through her mask.  But she said nothing and did not try to stop me.  She
did not know who I was of course, not only because of my mask, but because
she did not really know much about Philip and me.  Or at least that is what
I assumed. 

   I learned much later from Odessa that she knew all about me.  Instead of
being jealous as most wives would be of the mistress of their husband, she
was actually grateful.  Their marriage had been in danger due to the
pressure Philip was putting on her to fuck his boss, and she knew exactly
how I had been set up to do it in her place. 

   I don't know if she knew how much I saved her by what I did in Zurich.
It was nice she thought of me that way, but the more distance I could put
between the Wilson family and myself at this point, the better.

   Tony, bless his soul, saw Ursula's reaction to my ministrations.  While
I suckled at her tits, Tony continued to kiss her, but gradually slipped
her panties down.  She stepped out of them.  This was all the help Tony
needed, and I left the rest to him.  He got John to come over, and soon he
was pounding her from behind while she gave John a blowjob.  The latter was
not easy through her mask, she had to slightly life it up as I did with her
boobs.  John told me later given the constraints, she did a good job.

   Mrs.  Harwood was right there too, and I'm sure Ursula felt that she had
no choice.  Then she succumbed to her primal needs herself. 

   I got a huge smile from Mrs.  Harwood while two men at once were fucking
her: one in her ass, the other one doing it in the usual place.  I could
just imagine how wild she must have been when she was my age.  She had to
have been, if Harwood had fallen for her.  He was a pervert in extremis. 

   I looked for Philip.  I could not find him.  I systematically searched
the entire room, but could not find him.  It took a while.

   I went to the staging room and found him there.  He was getting a
blowjob from one of the waiters.  Well, good for him.  Who knew?  Too bad
he was clearly ashamed of his gay behavior.  I heard a click behind me and
turned around to find Mrs.  Harwood with a camera.  She whispered to me she
also had some great shots of his wife getting it from Tony and John at the
same time.  I smiled at her and gave her another hug.

   She indicated for me to follow her, and I did.  We found another room
and then she kissed me passionately.  I was not into this; I was not nearly
drunk enough.  She should have been a boy scout: she was prepared for
anything.  She produced a bottle of Scotch whiskey seemingly out of thin
air. 

   Mrs.  Harwood and I proceeded to get plastered together, and then I
could handle it and we had amazing lesbian sex.  I'm not mentally into
Lesbian sex, but if someone is performing cunnilingus and doing it
expertly, well it's easy for me to get into that.

   She began by undressing me until I was naked.  I returned the favor. 
Then she went down on me, the way only a woman can.  When she also inserted
fingers, I just lost it and had a violent, over the top orgasm. 

   We rolled over and I went down on her in the same way she had done with
me.  That was much harder for me than letting her do me.  Wanting to
satisfy her, I used a trick Odessa had used on me in Zurich, using my
body's weight to finger fuck her with great force.  It was not long before
she came, too.  She told me it was her third time of the party.

   When I rolled off her onto my back, I saw we had an audience.  Tony and
John had gone looking for me and had been watching.  "Been here long,
boys?" I said.  Tony smiled at me.  "Long enough, Joanie.  God the two of
you are hot." 

   Mrs.  Harwood said, "Well, are you going to do something about it? 
Nobody, well no man that is, has fucked Joanie tonight."

   That was all Tony needed.  He jumped on me and John jumped on Mrs. 
Harwood.  Mrs.  Harwood said, "Joanie, five dollars says I can get John to
cum before Tony."

   "You're on," came my rapid reply.  While the four of us went at it, Mike
and Roommate Steve came in looking for Tony and John, and Gloria and Betty
soon followed them.  All four of them were quite surprised and just stood
there, enjoying the show.  Rather breathlessly, Tony told them of the bet,
never missing a beat as he pumped in and out of me. 

   The four of them began to bet among themselves.  Mike and Gloria bet on
Tony cumming first, while Steve and Betty bet on John.  Both men seemed to
last forever.  But Mrs.  Harwood knew a lot more tricks than I did, and
eventually John shot his load into her and collapsed on top of her.

   The only trick I knew was squeezing my vaginal muscles to grip the man's
cock.  I had realized I could do that only recently, during the Zurich
gangbang.  Men seemed to love it. 

   Betty gave Roommate Steve the high five and then embraced him and gave
him an open mouth kiss for quite a while in celebration for winning the
bet. 

   Tony smiled and relaxed, allowing himself to explode inside me.  After a
brief recovery lying there on the floor, with cum oozing out of me, I got
up and so did Mrs.  Harwood.  Both naked and recently ravished, we dressed
ourselves and re-entered the party, being careful to don our masks. 

   Some people were partially undressed.  There were girls who were
bottomless but still had their bras on, and men who were wearing only their
shirts and nothing else.  One guy was naked except he was wearing a tie.  A
naked woman had her hands tied behind her back with a man's silk tie
holding them together.  I can only guess what happened to her.

   When the party ended I said goodbye to the Harwoods and the Hardigans,
and went back to my hotel room, completely exhausted.  I collapsed onto my
bed, and my cell phone dinged.  Odessa had sent me a text thanking me for
the party, and said it was the best party ever!  She followed with a phone
call, and told me that she ended up getting fucked by four different men,
none of them being her fiancÃ(C) Steve, who she was to marry the next day.
She was happy.  I was glad. 

   Then she said that Philip was over the top upset when he learned Ursula
was not only there, was but that she was publicly nailed by two men (I knew
they were Tony and John).  Worse, Ursula saw how Philip behaves when she is
not there.  The scene she saw part of was not pretty.

   I was happy, naked, exhausted, drunk and full of cum when my room phone
rang.  The front desk was calling.  There was a man there who wanted to see
me.  He identified himself as Philip.  I said, "Please tell him I am asleep
and have no desire to see him or anyone else.  Do not give him my room
number.  He is persona non grata for me."

   I wanted to say he can damn well replace me with his right hand, but of
course I did not.  Even I do not speak to a hotel employee that way.

   "Yes miss, I understand.  I will take care of it," came the reply.  I
thanked him, hung up, and gazed out of the window at the facing skyscraper,
quietly falling asleep. 

   The wedding was the next day.  I was filled with dread.  Steve's sister
Mary Ann was the maid of honor, and she is the most beautiful woman I have
ever seen.  I live in a weird world, and Mary Ann and Steve have a
brother/sister incest thing going, but hopefully that ended, or will end
once Steve marries Odessa.  My former lover Philip is Steve's best man, and
my sister Sarah and I are bride maids. 

   Odessa is of Russian extraction (hence the name) and is a blonde beauty
born and raised in Kansas, and so the wedding is superficially traditional.
But Odessa is one sick puppy from a sexual standpoint.  This explains the
dresses we bridesmaids are supposed to wear. 

   Sarah, Mary Ann, and I all met in my hotel room the morning of the
wedding to help each other into the dresses.  They are undoubtedly the
sexiest and most revealing bride maids dresses in history.  I asked Odessa
how we could wear these in a church.  She told me she cleared it with the
priest.  I said, "Really?  Does the priest really know how revealing these
dresses are?"

   Odessa told me, "Yes.  Mine is even more revealing.  He's cool.  He's
gay, and his taste runs to underage boys.  Steve has the goods on him, so
we can do what we want."

   All I could say to that is, "Oh.  Okay." Only a banker could blackmail a
priest, and not care about the boys who get fucked up by him.

   The dresses were a lovely soft yellow in color, were backless of course,
and had a plunging neckline.  "Plunging" does not really do them justice.
The dresses of Sarah and Mary Ann, who are each a few inches taller than I
am, plunged down to below their navel, revealing their belly buttons and
some skin below them.  In my case the dress plunged to the pubic hairs
above my cunt.  I had to get waxed, and lost my "landing strip" in order to
have no pubic hair showing with this dress. 

   I also had to be careful how I sat, so as not to expose my cunt. 
Odessa, Sarah, Mary Ann and I are all four exhibitionists, though to
different degrees.  Odessa might be the most exhibitionist, and Mary Ann
the least.  I'm probably tied for second with my sister Sarah. 

   We could not wear a bra with these dresses, and I could not even wear a
thong.  They did not really hug our boobs, either, so unless we were very
careful, people could get flashes of boob constantly, at times even of our
nipples.  We vowed silently to be careful. 

   When the three of us left the hotel, walking across the lobby, everyone
froze to stare at us.  People just do not dress like this in public.  This
was going to be quite a wedding.  Philip and his wife would be there, with
Philip leering at me no doubt, and I expected the church to be packed with
bankers, since word had gotten out that "Joanie of Zurich and her sister"
were in the wedding party. 

   The leering would be in overdrive, that's for sure.

   The Swiss bankers had porn videos made when we were sold into sexual
slavery for 24 hours in Zurich; they were popular with bankers.  Now they
could see us in the flesh.  And thanks to Odessa there would be lots of
flesh to see.

   I had developed a strategy to deal with Philip and all the bankers.  I
figured the dress would be a big help.  I shared my strategy with my sister
Sarah, and she liked it.  We got to the wedding without incident; it was a
nice Catholic church on the upper west side of Manhattan. 

   Odessa was radiant.  Her dress was certainly over the top, and at
various times she revealed, in one way or another, her entire body, other
than the parts a micro bikini would cover.  She is really a piece of work.
Steve apparently liked what she was doing, too, because he never stopped
smiling, right through his solemn statement, "I do." Good for them, I
thought. 

   The wedding was lovely.  The fireworks would begin no doubt at the after
party.  There were no wardrobe malfunctions at the wedding, and I was glad.
Even though I am a lapsed Catholic, I still have a certain reverence for
the sacred parts of a church. 

   The reception was held in the ballroom of the Harvard Club, in midtown.
Steve had gone to Harvard, and as an alum, he could join the exclusive
club. We all piled into taxis and went there. 

   It was open bar, and even though I am not drinking these days, given the
situation of a roomful of bankers lusting after Sarah and me, not to
mention the awkwardness of being the mistress (actually the former
mistress, but Philip did not know that yet) of Philip, with both him and
his wife being there, was scary.  So I had a Scotch whiskey.  They pour a
generous Scotch at the Harvard Club.

   I immediately put my plan into action.  I found a handsome banker and
started up a conversation.  I quickly realized he was a jerk, not right for
the part.  Plan B: I found the girlfriend of another banker.  I told her I
wanted to meet a banker who was not a friend of Philip Wilson.  Did she
know of one?

   She told me about Joshua Sims.  She said he hated Philip, and the
feeling was mutual.  Then I asked if he had come to the party alone, and
she said yes.  She pointed him out, and I went over and introduced myself.
We made small talk for a while, and I'm sure he was wondering who I was,
why I was there, and especially why, given my sexy outfit, I was speaking
with him. 

   It took a while to explain who I was and why I needed a male protector.
He recognized me as being Joanie of Zurich, enough to ruin the effort.  But
he hated Philip, was unattached at the party, and those two things were
paramount.  Once I told him I was Philip's former mistress, but Philip did
not know that yet, he was all in. 

   To show he had possession of me, he put his arm around me.  I told him
lower, and he understood: my dress exposed my entire back and was open over
much of ass, too.  He put his hand on my bare ass, letting a finger fall
into the crack.  Everyone could see that, including of course Philip.

   When the dancing began we moved to the dance floor and were dancing to
the beat.  Sarah and a man who had picked her up joined us.  Mary Ann and
her date joined us, too.  We all danced in a clutch.  It was fast dance
music and we were all six gyrating around.  That's when the wardrobe
malfunctions began. 

   Mary Ann had the biggest boobs of the three of us, and one of her boobs
broke free at one point.  She did not realize it, and then the other boob
escaped as well.  Sarah told her, and she said, "What the hell?" and fixed
her dress.

   The second wardrobe malfunction was with Sarah, and again, her boobs
broke free.  Before Sarah even realized it, Mary Ann's boobs broke free a
second time.  They were both dancing with exposed boobs, and plenty of men
were enjoying it.  I signaled them by tapping my boobs, and they both
restored their dresses to the factory settings.

   The third time Mary Ann's boobs broke free, she gave up and pulled her
date off the dance floor.  They returned when a slow song came on, and then
the men all pulled us girls up hard against their bodies. 

   This was the moment I had waited for.  I explained my plan to Joshua,
and he smiled broadly in agreement.  He played his part well.  Joshua was
great.  We "accidentally" danced over close to Philip and his wife, who
were also dancing, and then Joshua put me in front of him so that his arms
went around me from behind, and I was facing Philip.  Remember, the front
of the dress went down to the top of my cunt; this was obvious to everyone.

   I remembered standing facing the audience on the dais in the Church,
with my cunt only millimeters from being on display.  This thought got me
aroused.

   Joshua stuck his hand down the front of my dress, and began to finger
me, right there on the dance floor, with my front facing Philip's face, and
the back of his wife.  I closed my eyes and enjoyed the fingering.  Joshua
managed to pull the dress down a bit (the fabric had some give in it),
exposing at least half my cunt to anyone who was looking, and Philip was
looking intensely at Joshua fingering my cunt.

   I did not know this, because my eyes were closed.  Joshua whispered to
me, "Now." This was my clue to begin softly moaning, and I promptly did. 
It was not hard, Joshua was really good at fingering a girl, and I was
actually enjoying it.  The exhibitionist element was fantastic. 

   I had not thought of that beforehand, I was concentrating on tormenting
Philip, but of course after a short bit I realized I had to be on display
not just to Philip but perhaps to a significant part of the wedding guest
list.  My eyes were closed because I did not want Philip to realize I knew
he was there. 

   Joshua then turned me sideways, so that Philip could see his hand in my
cunt, fingering away, and his hand on my ass, at the same time.  He then
began to finger my asshole, too.  He pulled again on my dress, and the
fabric stretched a little more, so that Philip could plainly tell I was
being fingered front and back at the same time. 

   I moaned some more.  At this point one of the bankers asked to cut in on
Joshua.  In a break with protocol, he told him he would ask the lady.  My
eyes flashed open, and I recognized one of the bankers we had overheard the
night before, hoping to meet Joanie of Zurich.

   My being Joanie of Zurich was Philip's handiwork, as I knew from my
hacking of Klaus Schmidt's computer and having read his email and Facebook
messages.  So it seemed appropriate.  Plus, it would have been rude for
Joshua or me to refuse such a request at a wedding reception, and I did not
want to spoil things for Odessa.

   His name was Samuel, and he pulled me into him.  I guess he had been
watching me being fingered and having my cunt exposed, because his cock was
hard.  My dress had returned to its original state, and I was relieved,
since I was not sure that would happen.  So my cunt was still highly
accessible, but not exposed to view. 

   Samuel put his arm around me as we danced, and placed his hand at the
small of my back.  He whispered in my ear, "You're Joanie of Zurich, aren't
you?"

   "Yes," I confessed. 

   "I have a picture of you on my computer's desktop screen."

   "I'm sure you do," I said with an edge in my voice. 

   "I think you are beautiful, and I am thrilled not just to meet you but
to hold you in my arms."

   "We're only dancing, Samuel," I said.  "Let's not get carried away here.
Thanks for the complement; you're handsome yourself."

   "Can I cop a feel, please?" he asked, sounding pathetic, like a little
boy. 

   I could not believe this.  Who would ask such a thing?  But then, I
thought, my dress was outrageous; not my fault, but he did not know that.
And I had just allowed a man to finger me and expose some of my cunt right
in front of him.  How prim and proper could I b, after all? 

   He sounded so vulnerable and sweet, if completely offensive, asking his
question, my tone softened. 

   "Dance me over to where Philip Wilson is looking at us, and when he is,
you can discretely feel up my boobs," I said.

   "But aren't you his mistress?" he asked, apparently worried Philip might
be annoyed.

   "It's OK.  Philip is a pervert, and he likes to watch me get handled by
other men.  He enjoys the show." I said, cynically.  It may in fact be
true, but I was desperately hoping it was not. 

   Samuel did as I ordered.  These bankers are good at following orders! 
But I thought he would slip his hands under the straps covering my boobs.
Instead he pushed them aside, exposing them to everyone, and then massaged
my boobs for all to see.  I guess he does not understand the word discrete.
At least Philip had a bird's eye view.  I was angry, but it also got me
aroused. 

   Then he went out of bounds, and imitated what Joshua had done, pulling
down my dress, exposing my cunt, and fingering me.  I pulled away from him,
said "Thanks for the dance," turned around and headed towards the bar.

   Samuel then grabbed for my dress so as not let me go, and it fell off me
into his hand, leaving me naked in high heels.  Everyone stopped still and
stared at me.  I smiled and grabbed my dress from Samuel, slapped his face,
and Sarah and Mary Ann rushed over to me to help to hide my nudity and to
help me put the dress back on. 

   I got the giggles, and often the giggles are contagious, and Sarah and
Mary Ann caught the giggles, ad the three of us giggled over to the bar. 
Joshua met me there.  I figured being rendered naked in the middle of the
party was enough of a humiliation to justify leaving it early, so I bid the
girls goodbye and left the Harvard Club, asking the doorman to hail me a
taxi.  He got me one in seconds. 

   Joshua opened the door of the taxi for me.  "May I join you?" he
asked. 

   "Sure, if we are heading in the same direction, why not?  Were are you
going?" I answered.

   "To your hotel," came the reply. 

   I said, "Sure, hop in then." I told the driver the name of the hotel and
off we went.  Then it occurred to me.  "How do you know which hotel I'm
at?"

   "Oh, I didn't until now," Joshua said.  "I'd love to buy you a drink at
the hotel bar, if you would allow me.  Your hotel has a nice bar."

   "Yes, I know.  That would be fine." I needed another drink, anyway,
after having been naked in front of the entire party. 

   Joshua and I went directly to the bar, me still wearing the outrageous
dress of course.  I ordered their special cocktail, called Sunset in the
City.  I love that cocktail.  He ordered the same.  He then said, "I'm
sorry about what happened with you and Samuel.  Everything was going so
well until then.  I must say, too, I enjoyed everything, if you know what I
mean.  I am attracted to you."

   I said, "Thank you, Joshua.  Yu have talented fingers, and I enjoyed it,
too."

   "Do you think it had the desired effect on Philip?" he asked. 

   "I hope so," I said.  "I also hope it was not undone by Samuel
accidentally rendering me naked."

   "I hope not too." Joshua agreed.  "I cannot believe what a beautiful
body you have.  It is perfection itself.  You know, this may not be the
time or place, but I would love to kiss you, Joanie."

   I ordered another Sunset in the City.  Joshua did, too.  "The time will
be after we finish our drinks," I said.  "You're right, this is not the
place.  You can kiss me at the door to my room, okay?"

   Joshua answered with a big smile.  I took my time with my second drink,
thinking things over.  I was beginning to like Joshua.  I reminded myself
to be careful, but I had already had too much to drink, and my slutty
nature had emerged from the depths where I had buried it.  Shit, I thought.
This was followed by a resigned oh, well.

   We made small talk at the bar.  Joshua told me while I was dancing with
Samuel my sister Sarah had told Joshua I was an exhibitionist, and then she
winked.  I realized she was trying to help him seduce me.  I think she
thought I needed some sex.  Maybe she was right. 

   Joshua would have a moron not to realized I was an exhibitionist after I
told him to finger me publicly at the party, but Sarah was just trying to
help.

   Joshua also wanted to know what was going on with Philip.  I told him a
small part of the truth.  Philip had neglected to tell me he was married,
and I would have nothing more to do with him, and had been using him,
Joshua, as a means to torment him.

   "Well, I'm really glad you chose me to help you to torture Philip."
Joshua said.  "I had, and am still having, a ton of fun with you.  You're
the first girl I've met whom I've liked in several years, already."

   I said, "Don't get too carried away, my sweet man.  We've only know each
other a few hours, and I am off bankers."

   I told him it was time for the kiss.  Joshua helped me off the stool at
the bar, a delicate maneuver with the dress, and despite my best efforts to
remain proper, I ended up flashing my cunt to several nearby men at the
bar. This got me aroused.  Them too, I suspect. 

   At the door to my room, I turned my back to the door, faced Joshua, and
said, "Goodnight, Joshua.  Thank you for all you did tonight." Joshua
leaned forward and gave me a sweet, gentle kiss.  I loved it.  I pulled him
into me and gave him a much more passionate, open mouth kiss.  Our tongues
met and the kiss lasted a long time. 

   Joshua broke the kiss, and said, "Let's pretend Philip is watching," and
then he stuck his hand down the front of my dress and began to finger me. I
let him do it, and I moaned.  Then he moved the straps off my shoulders,
and the dress gradually slid off my body.  We never broke the kiss, and he
never stopped fingering me.

   Now I was naked in the hotel hallway, being fingered and moaning. 
Thrilling as this was, it made me nervous.  I broke the kiss, and fumbled
around for my key card, opened the door and pulled Joshua into my room. 
Then I undressed him, and took him to the window.  I had previously of
course opened the drapes, and all the lights were on. 

   I fell to my knees and took his cock into my mouth.  It was already
hard. Joshua told me later it been hard nonstop since our dancing together.
I got him to cum in my mouth in a near record 3 minutes.  Then he pushed me
to the floor, still in the window, and he performed cunnilingus on me,
eating me out delicately and then furiously.  Like some of the songs Ike
and Tina Turner used to put over, he began softly but ended up being rough
and hard. 

   As he ate me, he stuck a finger in me.  I gasped when he did that, and
he inserted a second finger, all the time lapping at my clitoris.  His
other hand went to my boob to play with it, as well.  I moaned quite
loudly.

   Soon it happened.  Joshua gave me an orgasm and I screamed.  I don't
know exactly what I screamed.  It's hard to describe.  The best I can do is
that it was a blend between a groan and a high-pitched screech.  But one
thing is for sure: It was loud.  It was even very loud.

   The room contiguous probably heard me, if anyone was there.  Another
window overlooked the bed.  I had opened its curtains, too.  I looked at
Joshua's cock and it was hard again.  I took his hand and led him to the
bed.  He followed like a puppy dog.  His face had a silly smile on it.

   I was about to get on the bed when the room phone rang.  I picked it up,
and it was the front desk, saying that a woman named Sarah was down in the
lobby with three other people, and the four of them would like to come up.
I put him on hold while I checked with Joshua, and he said okay, so I said
yes, please send them up.

   The hotel provides two terrycloth robes for the room and we threw them
on.  Sarah and Mary Ann and the two men they were with entered the room. 
They were not surprised by our state of undress.  I told them we were about
to go to bed.  They laughed.  "Don't let us stop you," Sarah said.  Mary
Ann nodded assent. 

   I slowly untied Joshua's robe, and he still had his erection, bless his
soul.  He untied mine and slipped it off me.  I could see that the other
two men were watching intently.  Sarah brought things down to earth by
asking if she could use the minibar?  I said, "We can do better.  Call the
hotel bar and ask for six Sunset in the City drinks to be sent up.  They're
great."

   Then I removed Joshua's robe but kept mine on and we both got on the
bed. He put me on all fours, facing the others, and then positioned himself
behind me.  He flipped up my robe, exposing my ass to the group.  He stuck
his finger in my cunt, I guess to check that I was still wet.  I was, and
he stuck his cock into me, quickly plunging it all the way in. 

   I love being entered from behind; cocks hit different places when that
happens.  It felt so nice, I moaned loudly. 

   Since we were putting on a show for our friends, actually I gasped when
he plunged it in, and then began to moan as he pumped in and out, fucking
me nicely.  Sarah took off her ridiculous bride maid's dress, and undressed
her date.  He was already hard from having been watching our little show,
and she took his cock in her hand and led him by the cock to be right in
front of me.  My face was at cock height, and he stuck his cock in my
mouth. 

   Now I was getting it from both ends.  May Ann and her date also got
naked, and then the doorbell rang.  Sarah answered it naked, and the
bellboy came in with the tray of six cocktails.  He kept looking at Joshua
and me fucking, and me sucking Sarah's date.  He could not pull his eyes
away.  He came close to spilling the drinks.  Finally he put the tray of
drinks on the table. 

   Sarah got in front of him, and she stood naked, her boobs jiggling.  She
was blocking his view of us, but giving him plenty of her to look at.  She
thanked him for the delivery, signed the form, tipped him a few dollars,
and kissed him while fondling his hard cock through his pants.  Then she
led him to the door and gently pushed him into the hallway.

   Once he was gone everyone laughed except Joshua and me.  Joshua was lost
in his own world pounding into me with his cock, and I was moaning too
loudly to be able to laugh.

   Then Sarah said, "Stop Josh.  Don't squirt in my sister.  Save yourself
for the game I am going to propose!"

   Josh ignored her and kept pumping in and out of my cunt.  But I decided
to heed Sarah, so after a minute or two more of pleasure, I moved away from
him so that he had to stop.

   Joshua and I had to catch our breath.  My cunt was engorged with blood.
It was swollen.  I was so turned on it was remarkable.  Once we recovered,
Sarah began.  "We're going to play truth or dare, OK?" Everyone nodded,
smiling. 

   "I'll begin," Sarah began, and she looked at Mary Ann's date.  "Truth or
dare?" He chose truth.  Sarah asked him how many women he had laid during
since January 1, not counting whores.

   She was smart to add that last caveat.  Most of these bankers routinely
fulfilled their sexual needs with call girls. 

   He said, "Well, not counting call girls, unless you count the Christmas
party, it's none, I guess."

   Of course we had to ask what happened at the Christmas party, but he
refused, saying he answered the question truthfully.  Then it was his turn,
and he looked directly at me and said, "Truth or dare, Joanie?" I chose
dare.  He told me I had to walk, slowly, dressed only in a short tee shirt,
to the ice machine and get some ice.  Then I was to put a cube of ice in my
cunt and walk slowly back to the room.  No bra, and no panties, were
allowed.  He had to approve the tee shirt.

   That would certainly put me on display to anyone who might come back to
a room on this floor.  Then I remembered the ice machines were only on the
even numbered floors, and this one was odd. 

   I said, "But the ice machines are on the floor below or above, not on
this floor."

   He said, "I know.  You'll need to take the elevator.  I would not
recommend the stairs alone.  You never know whom you'll run into.  Now get
a move on!"

   I shrugged, bouncing my boobs, and headed to the door.  I removed a tee
shirt out of my carry-on and slipped it on.  He said, "No Joanie.  That
won't do."

   "It's the only one I brought," I replied.

   "Do you have a scissors?"

   "Just a nail scissors."

   He told me to give him the scissors and he put the tee shirt on me and
proceeded to cut it up while I wore it.  I was scared his hand would slip
and cut me, so I was not paying attention to what he actually cut, as long
as it was not my skin.  When he finished he had transformed the tee shirt
into the most provocative tee shirt I had ever seen. 

   It was now a bit short, and my bare cunt was showing, and quite a bit of
my naked ass.  It was now sleeveless like a wife beater shirt and if you
stood to the side you could see most of my tits.  He also had made it scoop
necked so even if you looked straight on you could see most of my tits. 
When I moved, all was revealed.  Basically I looked more obscene than if I
had been nude.  Or at least that's the way I felt. 

   Well, it was a dare, so I drank another swig of my Sunset in the City
cocktail for courage, and began my journey to the ice machine.

   He followed and stood just outside the door, watching me walk to the
elevator.  "Slow down!" he called out after me.  I slowed down.

   I got lucky and the elevator was empty.  I went to the ice machine, got
a bucket, and placed a cube in my cunt and grimaced at its cold.  Then I
went back to the elevator, carrying the bucket of ice in front of me.  When
an elevator came, there was a couple in it.  I joined them, and they were
shocked, it was clear. 

   I said, "Long story," and got off at the next floor.  I'm sure at one
point they saw my nipples, and the man openly stared at my cunt, until his
partner admonished him, saying, "Burt, you have a date, remember?" I
wondered if they saw the steady tiny stream of ice water leaving my cunt
and dribbling down my legs. 

   The man stared after me, keeping his finger on the door open button and
leaning out to watch we walk slowly, naked, towards my room, my ass on
display as my tee shirt rose and fell with my steps.  I emphasized the
natural wiggle in my walk for his benefit.  His date yelled at him again,
and he let the elevator door close and continue on its tasks. 

   When I got to the room, Mary Ann's date was waiting for me just outside,
and kissed me and stuck his finger in my cunt, feeling the coldness of the
almost completely melted ice cube.  He told me to insert another one.  I
obeyed. 

   He told me to get on my knees and suck his cock, right there in the
hallway.  I like being dominated by a strong masculine voice when I'm
drunk, so I complied, even though he was Mary Ann's date. 

   The elevator stopped at our floor, and he got spooked when faced with
the real prospect of strangers seeing him getting a blowjob in the hallway.
He stopped me and we returned to the room.  I kept the obscene tee shirt
on.

   It was my turn for truth or dare, and I chose Joshua.  He chose truth. I
said, "Tell us why you and Philip hate each other, Joshua.  We can't wait
to hear!"

   There was silence for a good two or three minutes, as everyone looked at
Joshua, who was clearly debating things in his mind. 

   "I can't do that," Joshua said.  "I'm sorry."

   I was devastated.  I had been planning to hear his story.  Shit, I had
just fucked him-he owed me!  I said, "Shit, Joshua.  I just walked and got
ice wearing only this tee shirt.  I walked back with an ice cube in my
cunt. If I can do that, you can do this."

   After a brief pause, I added, "If you still want a chance to shoot your
cum deep inside me, ever, you had better tell us now."

   This was a tad aggressive, and Sarah quietly made a gesture with her
hand as if it had burned, indicating my reaction was too strong, and
inappropriate. 

   "Okay," Joshua began, sighing deeply.  "It's humiliating, is all. 
There's a lot to tell, but I'll cut to the chase.  Philip's wife was my
wife before she was Philip's."

   The room suddenly became quiet.  "They had an affair, and I knew nothing
of it.  She did not want to divorce me or lose me, she was just a bit wild
is all.  But Philip wanted her.  So Philip arranged things so that she
hated me, and we got divorced."

   The silence persisted as we waited for Joshua to continue.  But he did
not; apparently he was done.  I was not going to touch this, but finally
Sarah broke the silence when she said, "Tell us how Philip arranged things,
Joshua." She said it in a soft, feminine and sweet voice. 

   Joshua continued, "Philip arranged for one of their more spectacular sex
sessions to be secretly filmed, by a professional who used high quality
hidden video cameras, or when appropriate, a telephoto lens.  He got them
fucking in my bed, in the park, on the beach, behind the dumpsters on West
16th Street, and more.  He got them fucking the usual way, in strange
positions, and with Philip taking her in the ass.

   "The quality of the video was top of the line.  It was as if it were
made in a Hollywood film studio.  I have no idea how he did this without
Ursula finding out, but he did, he must have hired truly top talent.  And
Ursula had no idea, of that I'm sure.

   "As I said, she was a little wild.  He also got her taking on two guys
at once, and neither one was Philip, nor I.  He also got her with another
woman.  You get the idea."

   All of us got the idea.

   Joshua continued, "You're probably thinking he showed it to me.  He did
not.  Instead he had the guy make a video compiling all the scenes.  He
clearly had a professional do it, and it was very well done. 

   "Three days before the party, he posted it on a secret web site, and
gave all the private bankers a link to the video from an anonymous email
account.  It was a protected site, and it could not be downloaded.  "

   I knew that was not true.  A good computer science undergraduate could
have done it.  I certainly could have, but I'm not a good student; I'm a
great student, modesty aside.  But that's beside the point. 

   Joshua was not done.  "He used their private emails to bypass the bank's
security.  I was included.  Nobody knew Philip had done it.  It was
untraceable.  But also everyone knew Philip had done it.  It is so
completely his style. 

   "Everyone that is except my wife.  Philip convinced her I had done it. I
had spied on them, made the video, and distributed it to humiliate both of
them. 

   "But in reality of course it was I who was totally humiliated, since she
was my wife and I had no idea.  I was blindsided.  I also loved her, and my
heart was broken.  When it became public, instead of crawling back to me,
her true love, begging forgiveness, she came home the next day with a
lawyer and divorce papers. 

   "Philip had arranged the lawyer for her; he's a talented lawyer, if
anyone here ever needs one.  I never had a chance.

   "As a postscript, and this is for Joanie, Ursula refused to fuck his
boss for him, and told him to get his mistress to do it.  Yes, she knew he
had a mistress.  His mistress refused, too. 

   "It was Ursula's idea for Philip to ask his cousin Mike to find a
college girl who Philip could seduce.  He was frantic: he only had a week.
But she was adamant.  She has become a bitter, nasty person.  She is no
longer the woman I loved and married.  That's Philip's doing.  Midas had
the golden touch.  Philip has the touch of misery."

   Joshua walked over to the table and took up his Sex and the City
cocktail and drank it down.  He said, "These are good.  Want to order some
more?"

   That was the end of the Truth or Dare game.  We were all pretty quiet.
His last remark left me completely devastated.  I did not know what to do
at this point.  It was late and the hotel bar was closed. 

   I was lost in thought.  Philip's wife and his mistress had both refused
to do for Philip what I did on only our second weekend together.  This said
something about my sexual nature, and me as a woman, and it was not good. I
had to do some serious self-examination, that was clear.  Why am I so
strange?  I was on the precipice of entering a deep funk.

   Mary Ann came to the rescue.  She said, "Let's all get dressed.  I know
a nightclub downtown that's open late.  Their cocktails might not be as
good as a Sunset in the City, but I think they're good. 

   There were six of us, so we took two cabs.  The mood began to brighten
with the change of scenery.  I was still reeling from Joshua's story about
Philip and his wife.  I was reconciling it with what I knew about Philip. I
was still on the brink of a funk.  I do know that my sister Sarah shares to
some extent my proclivities towards wild behavior (to put it mildly. 
Perhaps my Mom was even more sexually extreme when she was our age.  I have
some evidence to that effect.  Perhaps I could hide behind genetics?

   I had been blinded by my love for him, but I now realized that he is
truly an awful person.  Of course, I already knew that from what he done to
me in Paris and especially Zurich where he roped in my sister for sexual
subjugation as well as me.  Putting this together with Joshua's story, I
had independent confirmation of a man capable of deeds beyond belief. 

   His wife Ursula did not come out smelling like a rose, either.  And my
first love Mike is a bottom dweller, that's for sure.  My judgment in men
is perfect: Perfectly bad.

   I felt bad for Joshua.  But I also felt close to him for having the
courage to tell that story to all of us.  Mostly I felt sick to my stomach
for having been so naïve and having allowed myself to be so cruelly used,
and even, at times, enjoying being cruelly used.  That's the part that
upset me the most. 

   Memories change with time.  The brain filters out the bad parts and
keeps the good parts.  The memory of pain fades, but not so much those of
pleasure.  At least that's how it is with me.  I liked that so many men
desired me.  I knew it was not really I, it was just lust and a need to
subjugate and abuse women, and it was horrible, but damn it, it turned me
on.  I could not help it; it just did.

   I never wanted to do anything like that again, but now that I have, a
tiny part of me is glad that I did.  I experienced something most women are
happy never to have to experience. 

   But I have done it, I know about it now, and there are aspects of it
that arouse me.  I am aroused now as I remember some details, such as being
tied to the bed, arms and legs spread and immobilized, and facing nine men
in Paris who wanted to ravish me.  Five of them got to do it, too, before I
escaped. 

   I loved the look of lust in their eyes for me.  They were hard for me.
They wanted me.  It's awful, and embarrassing, but I like that.  For me,
that look in their eyes before they took me is more important than the sex
itself.  I wonder if that's true for other girls?  I have no idea how to
ask such a question, so probably I'll never know. 

   I rationalized the shame of letting myself be used, by thinking about
all the sexual facts I had learned about myself.  I already knew from Mike
that I am an exhibitionist and a slut if I drink, but I learned from Philip
that I like a dominating man, rough sex, and can even handle a gangbang or
two.  I can tolerate bondage.  I'm pretty sure sadism and masochism are
out! Boy is that a low standard for a girl. 

   Most girls go through life never knowing what their reactions would be,
for example, to a gangbang.  There is no reason on earth why a girl should
have to know that.  Most-almost all-girls go through life innocent of all
these perversions, and whether or not they would like them.  That's
probably not such a bad way to spend and to enjoy one's life. 

   Speaking of enjoyment, I enjoyed dancing with Joshua at the nightclub,
and we all had more to drink.  I was getting very drunk, and so were Sarah
and Mary Ann. 

   At one point, Mary Ann came over to me and asked, "Is it hot in here?" I
said yes, and she said, "Here, let me help you, Joanie," and she removed my
top.  I was now only in a bra above the waist.  I stood up and removed her
top in revenge.  She just giggled, and I began to giggle, too.

   We teamed up and went over to Sarah, giggling.  Sarah looked at us with
surprise in her eyes, and I somehow managed to giggle out, "We were hot."
Then Mary Ann removed Sarah's top, too.  Sarah simply smiled.  What a
sister I have!  We began to compare bras. 

   I said, "We need an independent judge." They both agreed.  We could not
agree on who it should be, since we all wanted our own guy.  Sarah
suggested the bartender.  So we all went over to him, and stood
side-by-side facing the bar.  We were still all giggling. 

   Sarah said, "Hey, barkeep.  Please settle a dispute.  Who has the best
bra?" She shook her boobs.  Not to be outdone Mary Ann and I shook our
boobs, too.

   "Sorry girls.  I only judge boobs, not clothes.  Come back when you're
topless," The bartender said, neatly avoiding the possibility of offending
the two of us he did not pick.  I'm sure he expected that to close the
issue.

   We went away disappointed, but caucused together.  I'm not sure who
suggested it, but it was not I.  We returned to the bar.  Sarah said, "Okay
Mr.  Barkeep, you can judge our boobs." She said, "On three, girls: One,
two, three." We all removed our bras at once.  Then we all three wiggled
our boobs.  They wiggled a lot more this time, no longer being constrained
by our bras. 

   It is not easy to render a bartender speechless.  They have seen
everything.  But he was flummoxed, and just stood there.  Finally he
recovered, and said, "Ladies, these are three of the best sets of boobs I
have ever seen.  I could not possibly choose one.  Maybe I should take you
all three home with me and I can do a detailed study."

   He was joking of course, but I was ready to go!  Mary Ann said however,
"Sorry barkeep, we have dates," and she pointed to the three men who were
standing together a distance away but watching us, and they were clearly
amused. 

   The bartender was enjoying this, and I think, relieved we were there
with dates.  He then said, "How about you all three stand up on the bar,
and we'll let everyone at the club vote on your boobs?"

   I don't know if he was serious or not.  I suspect not.  But we caucused
and decided to do it.  I was the most reluctant, which should tell you
something about the moods of Sarah and Mary Ann just then.  Also, I was
without panties.

   I knew there was no contest: Mary Ann's boobs were perfection itself. 

   That would be remarkable, if it were not that her whole body, from her
hair to her face, to her cheekbones, her shoulder blades, her soft and
feminine skin, her flat tummy, her adorable belly button and her long and
shapely legs were not only the equal of her breasts, but perhaps even
better.  I know from my logic class at college that one cannot improve upon
perfection, so Mary Ann's breasts had to be the best in the world. 

   Sarah climbed onto the bar first.  Quite a few people noticed this
gorgeous young thing topless on the bar.  I climbed up next, saving Mary
Ann and the best for last.  The bartender helped me up, and as he did his
hand "accidentally" found my cunt under my short skirt (I had no panties
on).  He quickly stuck a finger in it, too.  I ignored it, I was that
drunk. 

   When I realized what he had done, I started to look down at him, but got
dizzy from the booze, so instead looked straight ahead, out at the dancing
crowd.  His hand stroked my leg as it left my cunt.  He also helped Mary
Ann to climb up and he managed to get a handful of her right boob.  She
ignored it, too.

   When our dates saw what was happening, they migrated over to the bar to
get a bird's eye view in reverse, looking up underneath our skirts.

   The bartender killed the music in mid song (a good one, too) to make the
announcement, that he requests the crowd to choose who has the best boobs
of the three women standing on the bar.  This will settle a dispute.  He
added, "The stakes are high, ladies and gentlemen.  The winner will get
free drinks for an hour."

   A cheer went up from the crowd, and when it died down the bartender
said, "Can I have a volunteer to distribute the ballots?" a woman jumped up
to volunteer, and he gave her a pile of blank index cars and a box of pens.
"Okay," he said, "Take it away girls."

   Cell phones were flashing throughout the room.

   Sarah went first.  "I'm Sarah, everyone." Then she wiggled her boobs. 
There was a big cheer for Sarah.  I went next and followed her lead, and
Mary Ann was last.  The woman volunteer collected the cards, and the
bartender went over them, making piles. 

   The bartender said, "Well everyone, it was a close contest, but Mary Ann
wins by a nipple!" 

   Everyone laughed, and Mary Ann got off the bar, followed by Sarah.  I
was too drunk to get off the bar safely.  I was already flashing a bunch of
men who could look up my short skirt and see my bare cunt, just by standing
on the bar.  I would have flashed even more men if I had tried to kneel
down on the bar to get off it. 

   The bartender helped me, but at one point I fell into him, with my bare
boobs pressed against his chest.  My inadvertent flashing due to not
wearing panties had already aroused me.  My cunt was wet with my juices. 

   The barkeep had arranged things I think so that I fell on his hands,
which "inadvertently" pushed my skirt up around my waist, giving him quite
a show, as well as anyone else who could see behind the bar.  I was
basically naked except the line around my waist the skirt made, and of
course my high heeled shoes.

   I could get away with it, I figured, since I was drunk as shit.

   He moved his hand and he fingered me for a minute or so.  I was now
seriously turned on, but I managed to ignore it again, to push my skirt
back down, and then I idiotically apologized for falling on him and even
more idiotically thanked him for his help.  He gave me his best cocktail,
on the house. 

   He sniffed his fingers, made a soft sound that could have been a yum,
and he said, "How about a little kiss, sweet pea?" 

   I said, "No, I only give big kisses, hunky barkeep," and I put my arms
around his neck and kissed him gently.  He kissed back, and opened his
mouth.  I opened mine, and he pressed an erection against me.  After a
couple of minutes I broke the kiss, and said, "Wow, thanks," and gave the
outline of his hard cock in his pants a little stroke, and winked at him.

   Then I walked over to Joshua and rejoined the group.  When finally we
all left the bar, we three girls were still topless, and we hailed three
cabs that way.  By the way girls: It's really easy in NY to find cabs if
you hail them topless.  Joshua and I went to my hotel, and I put my blouse
on in the cab, leaving my bra in my purse.  I could not enter my hotel
topless.  There are limits. 

   I thought it was nice of Joshua to see me back to my hotel, and I said
goodnight to him in the cab, and thanked him for a lovely evening.  He got
out too however, and he paid off the cab.  He said he'd walk me to my door.
I knew where this was going.

   At my room door I said goodnight again, and kissed him.  He's not Philip
so he did not undress me while we kissed.  When the kiss ended he said,
"You know, Joanie, when we were playing truth or dare earlier, you said..."

   I said "Shh," and put my finger to my lips making the shush gesture. 
Then I opened the room door, pulled him in after me, and kissed him again,
this time really meaning it.  I turned on all the lights and brought him to
the window.  I said, "Undress me.  Do it slowly."

   Joshua said, "But everyone across the street will see us."

   I said, "If they don't like it, they don't have to look."

   He said, "Okay, that makes sense.  And he undressed me slowly.  He
kissed my shoulders once they were bare.  My bra was still in my purse, so
they became bare right away.  He turned me around and slobbered on my
boobs, sucking on my nipples.  They he unzipped my mini skirt, and slipped
it off and immediately began to finger me.  I leaned in to kiss him while
he fingered me. 

   I pulled away and quickly rendered him naked.  He pushed me down to the
floor, spread my legs and proceeded to eat me out.  It felt wonderful.  He
knew what he was doing.  Probably Ursula taught him, during her wild
period. Anyway, he was good.  I relaxed and enjoyed it.  Yum, I thought. 

   He stopped when I was on the verge of cumming.  I had felt it building
in my loins.  But I knew why he had stopped, and I was right: He reared up
and plunged his cock deep inside me.  I was so primed for this!  He did the
same moves he had done earlier before we went to the nightclub, and once
again I loved them all. 

   It took a while, but I finally came with a noisy orgasm.  Yes, I
screamed, and possibly the nearby rooms heard it, too.  I hope they did.  I
know men love it when they get you to scream when you orgasm, but that's
not why I did it.  It just popped out of me.  This man was good in bed!  Or
more correctly, he was good on the rug in front of the window. 

   He fucked me a long time, and after he blew his load we moved to the
bed. I opened the curtains intended to give the bed privacy, so that it had
none.  We had one more fuck before we fell asleep; I rode him cowgirl
style, just to please the voyeurs, if there were any.  Afterwards I was
exhausted. 

   He spent the night, and he fucked me in the morning.  He stood me up
against the window, all naked with my boobs flattened by the window panes,
and took me standing up, from behind.  He had to get me to stand on a small
stool he had found in the bathroom, since I am so short, so that his cock
had an easy entrance.  I enjoyed the sex, and especially being so brazenly
and deliberately on display. 

   I'll never know if any voyeurs got to see it, but there were so many
windows that could see me in the skyscraper across the street, I'm fairly
sure somebody did.  That thought helped me quickly reach a climax, and yes,
I screamed again.  I think I needed it, as sort of a post wedding
cleansing, strange as that may seem.

   I showered after the morning fuck and when I was shampooing my hair he
entered the shower.  My eyes were closed as a precaution from getting soap
in them, and I became aware of his presence only when he began to soap up
my boobs. 

   He made sure my private area was well washed.  One could even say very
well washed.  I opened my eyes, smiled, and took some shampoo from my hair
and massaged his cock with the shampoo.  It had been soft, exhausted no
doubt from all the sex, but boy in my soapy hands did it quickly spring
back to life! 

   He put me on all fours, right there in the shower with the water coming
down, and he took me from behind.  We had a super soapy fuck.  I liked the
feel of the falling water on my back while we did the deed.  We knees hurt
a little at the end. 

   Neither of us came, so we rinsed off the soap, especially the shampoo in
my hair, dried ourselves quickly, and returned to the bed, and fucked until
checkout time.  I came twice during that fuck!  I had to blow dry my hair
before we could leave.  I am a girl, you know.  My cunt was truly sore at
this point, and his penis looked red and raw. 

   "How can I see you again?" he asked, as he stood next to me after I had
checked out in the lobby.  "I don't want to ask Philip for your
coordinates!"

   "I'm sorry Joshua, but I will not date bankers." I said, with a mixture
of sadness, anger, and disgust in my voice.  "I know we just fucked each
other senseless, and I loved every minute of it.  You're good in bed.  I
like you a lot in the 24 hours I've known you, and during the five times we
fucked during these past 24 hours.  But you're a banker. 

   "After Philip, Paris and Zurich -- hell, you have even seen some of it
because the Swiss bankers made a widely distributed porno starring me, and
without my consent -"these are just an entire group of people I never want
to see again.  And that's your world, the world you work in and live in. 

   "I'm sorry about this, but I'm not going to change my mind."

   Joshua was smart enough not to argue that he was not at all like that,
that Philip's group of bankers was different, and stuff like that.  It may
even be true, but I was having none of it, and he realized that. 

   Probably though, he was in fact one of them.  After all, the initial
reason he was drawn to me was that he became infatuated with his
imagination of me after watching the Swiss porno of me getting gangbanged,
doing a strip tease, and fucking for an audience.  That is not the ideal
way to attract a man.  Nor is it a good beginning for a relationship.

   I wanted to ask him if the real flesh and blood me was better than the
fantasy version, or just different.  I hoped I was not disappointing!  Did
I fuck him as well as he had fantasized?  I certainly did it enough times
with him! 

   Or was it enough just to be able to fuck his fantasy girl?  And to fuck
her repeatedly.  even standing up in the window.  Reality can never match
fantasy.  But it does come with more powerful orgasms; at least it does in
my case.

   He looked sad, but I knew he would get over it.  As Mike once said,
bankers always find a solution.  That's what they do.  He nodded, and then
we kissed one final time.  The doorman opened the door of my taxi, and it
sped off to La Guardia airport.  I had quite a weekend, to say the least,
and I survived it.  I felt my life was finally beginning.