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   Monica 16: Grass Stains

   "WAIT!"

   Monica Gift danced over the scalding hot asphalt, her bare feet tortured
by the heat. 

   Her three friends had raced ahead of her after the local "Belltower"
Police Officer had busted her for her nudity and lewd sexual acts in
public. Even if she wasn't on edge over it her friends were.

   Ryan Quinones had the trunk of his car open ready to throw in her
blanket and bag when he heard her yell out to them.  He stopped cold and
the three of them looked back at her.

   "Stop!" She added.

   Friend Shane calls back, "Hurry up.  Lets get out of here before that
Cop changes his tune.  You can't be arrested or your parents will kill all
of us."

   Reaching Holden, Monica literally jumps on to his back and tangles her
legs around his waist.  Her feet were raw and needed to get off the
concrete.  His hands gripped her upper legs to support her.

   "Noooooooooo!  I can do more.  That Officer gave me free reign as long
as he's on duty here at the Park."

   Ryan rolls his eyes at her, "Seriously?  He said every other week.  We
can come back in two weeks.  Don't push your luck Monica."

   "It's YOU who should be PUSHING me, Mister.  I'm trying to stay naked
dammit."

   Shane eases in behind her and eyes her ass hovering above Holden's.  He
felt mischievous and took his pinky and silently slipped it up her anal
cavity.  He yells, "MALAMUTE!!" 

   The shock made her scream and squeal at the same time.  Swatting at
Shane she gave him a look that killed.

   "Don't do that to me." She pouted even though she knew the dog was a
female the whole notion of a canine gave her the shivers.

   Laughter all around at her expense made her get moody real fast.

   She vacates her savior in Holden and grabs her blanket from Ryan.  She
then headed back toward the grassy area.  The Cop luckily had left the
vicinity.

   Groaning Ryan hauls her bag back to her as she lays her blanket back out
in another sunlit area of the Park.

   "This is crazy, Monica."

   "I know.  I know.  I just can't help myself.  Knowing that Cop turned
the other cheek gives me confidence.  Give me an hour longer.  If we see
him come back I'll pack up and go.  Okay?"

   "One hour.  I'm timing you."

   She bats her eyes at him and races to hug his arm.

   "Thank you Master." She giggles.

   Returning to his car he closes the trunk and leans on the fender well to
talk with his friends.

   "She's getting out of control." Holden acknowledges.

   Shane agrees, "Dude.  I never imagined she would become this slutty."

   "It's her life.  We agreed to help her so unless you guys are backing
out, that's what we do." Ryan frowns.

   "Who's backing out.  I just know we should get to fuck her more often
too.  Everyone else is getting some." Shane quips.

   "Are either of you even worried about her getting knocked up?  Or,
catching an STD?" Holden stresses.

   Ryan scowls, "I've been on her to use condoms more.  She's listening
more at least."

   The three continue their concerns in private.  All eyes watching Monica
laying out and oiling herself up until glossy.  No matter what their worry,
she kept their interest.

   Out in the grass Monica observed the Park's groundskeepers on large
mowers.  They were at least 30 years of age she decided.  Two of them were
circling around tree trunks and bushes.  One of them noticed her and pulled
next to the other keeper to point her out.  They were far from appalled. 
Smiles were evident.

   Regardless of their paths the two rode their mowers closer until they
got a better view of her.  She fluttered her fingers in their direction and
continues oiling herself.  They tended to circle her like vultures
uncertain whether or not she should be prey. 

   Monica became frustrated by their reluctance.  Her body couldn't become
anymore tempting.  She was out of her mind horny.  Finally she sifted
through her bag and removed her life sized realistic dildo and wagged it
toward them.  Once she knew they had seen it she lowered it between her
legs and put it to good use.  It filled her pussy as if a real stud had
penetrated her.  From the point of entry to each and every exit, she
contorted her body with a dance of desire.  Her moans became loud cries of
need and temporary fulfillment.

   Finally the two men broke.  They drove over and pulled to each side of
her and enjoyed the show up close. 

   Turning their mowers off to hear her better they began to encourage her.

   "Fuck that pussy." One ordered with expectation.

   "Cum all over that dildo." Added the other.

   She couldn't agree more as she arched her back to cum, in the process
bellowing out, "I need the real thing."

   The men look at each other then scan about the area.  They had parked
their riding mowers in a blocking arrangement from the street.  Deciding to
dismount their rides the two men decide to take the ultimate risk.  Both
kneel down beside her, before sprawling out to each side.  Laying close
they caressed her body as she continued her dildo's adventure. 

   "Fuck me." She trembled at their touch.

   The two broke easily.  One man slithered his pants down and revealed his
six inch cock.  He started to roll toward her when she told him of the
condoms in her bag.  Both men made use of them.  It was the smart thing to
do.

   She removed the dildo and tosses it into her bag in favor of their
readiness.  As one man rolls her over on top of him she rears up to ride
his cock.  Her stunning 34DDD's bouncing unrestrained captured the other
man's attention.  His hands gliding up her tummy to caress the shifting
mounds of flesh.

   After a few minutes the second man forces her body over his friends and
crouches behind her.  He was intent on double penetration.  In her favor
was the fact the man was only five inches long and moderately narrow in
girth.  Terrified by his aggression to nudge her over the man on the
bottom, she felt the man she was riding coil his arms around her upper body
and hold her firmly to his chest.  This gave his buddy the perfect aim. 
With a spit lubrication he eases his cock into her ass tightly.  It would
take slow movements to build her bravery to take it.  She grit her teeth
and cursed under her breath.  It hurt but she told herself to overcome
it. 

   The men designed their penetrations like a seesaw effect.  One in one
out, one in, one out.  The maneuver made her brain reel. 

   For five minutes they managed to get her in tune with them.  Her screams
of ecstasy overwhelming her senses.  In a roar of sensitivity she snarls,
"I LOVE ANAL!"

   The two men chuckled and almost simultaneously detonated into their
condoms.  Regardless she felt both men torpedo into her.  The man on top
pulls out and removes his condom and drops over on to his back beside his
friend.

   Monica crawls off of her ride and sprawls out over the second man and
begins sucking his dick.  After a lengthy devour she chooses to lovingly
roll her tongue over his foreskin and down over his balls.  It was there
she lingered to offer them her needy gaze of unblinking eyes.  Playfully
she flicked her tongue like a lizard over his scrotum.  Her gaze while
taunting him made the man ready to jizz yet again.  He knew he wanted too.

   Her right hand shifted over to stroke the other man.  She would then
trade off and treat both to the same tongue lashing.  Her endeavor
succeeded.  Both men frothed over their crowns a second time. 

   Monica's tongue drank deep of both until nothing was left but a glossy
pair of crowns.

   The duo sat up and pulled her into a grateful embrace between the three
of them. 

   Finally, Monica sat up on her knees proudly.

   "I want to drive a mower."

   The younger male chuckled, "Go for it.  Just be careful."

   Clapping rather giddily she jumped up and skipped to the closest riding
lawnmower and sat in the leather seat.  The men took just long enough to
ditch their condoms on her blanket and get dressed, before joining her to
explain the controls.  Once she felt sure of her abilities she put the
mower into motion and headed straight for the sidewalk along the busy
street.  The men had a healthy laugh at her boldness.  Here was a sweet
young Goddess driving totally nude right out along the road for the entire
city to witness.

   That they did.  Multiple cars drove by honking and whistling.  It was a
combination of men and women.  Sadly, one car contained children but
luckily they were more interested in their video games on their cells. 
Their parents kept them from looking but not without enjoying their own
observations.

   Monica cut a long swath of grass before heading back to the men awaiting
her.  Pulling up along side the second mower she put on the brake and let
the man take over.

   She offered them a succulent kiss each then let them be on their way.

   The second they vanished Monica jumped for joy until Ryan joined her.

   "Had enough Whore?" He frowned.

   "NEVER!!" Monica screamed and raced into Ryan's arms.

   He was amazed by her sudden acceptance of who she was becoming.  The
reluctance of sex in her exhibitions had long faded away.  She wanted the
world to see her in every facet.  At every angle.

   "Oh my God, Ryan.  Anal was awesome.  You need to fuck me in the ass. 
Right now!" She tugged him toward the blanket until he grabbed her by the
wrist and forced her to calm down.

   "NOT GONNA HAPPEN.  CHILL ALREADY."

   She pouted, "You don't want me?"

   "Of course I do.  But, I'm not as bold as you Monica.  Let's head home,
I'll fuck you there.  So will Holden and Shane if you want them to."

   Whimpering she notices the local Police Officer returning from his donut
run and loses her nerve.  She knew he might create grief for her even
though he seemed less inclined to create problems.  Another day might be
better she thought. 

   "Fine!  Help me pack up.  I'm ready to go."

   He sighs thankful for her change in tune.

   "I'm riding home naked though.  Take the Interstate.  I want to tease
Truckers."

   As they roll up her blanket and head for the car he chuckles, "Too bad
we didn't bring Shane's truck.  You could have gotten into the bed and
masturbated for the Truckers to see more clearly."

   Her eyes flare wide, "I Sooooo want to do that."

   "Next weekend?" He ventures.

   She fidgets thinking that Brock Quinones, Ryan's Father might come
through for her Bar fantasy.  Sulking slightly she agrees, "Sure." She
could always alter her plans.

   Once inside the car Monica rode shotgun. 

   The ride home led to many a Truck drivers dreams.

   Her dildo mooning through the passenger window brought on the blaring of
horns. 

   Fun times.



   Monica 17: Further More

   On a lovely Wednesday morning , Ryan Quinones sent a text to Monica from
his bedroom.  It was almost time to head out for school and today he was
taking charge.

   Monica was sifting through her closet when she heard her cell ping. 
Shuffling about in her towel still worn after her morning shower she
checked the message out.

   "It's going to be hot out today.  Wear something short, thin, and cool.
Lots of cleavage."

   She nibbles her lower lip while eyes flare at the prospect.

   "I should never have said "Yes Master".  Now he's going to expect me to
obey his every command.  So much for my free spirit.  I'll go along with
this for awhile.  It is kind of fun.  Not forever though."

   She replies with a sensitive, "Yes Sir." then returns to her closet. 
Her wardrobe was large due to the fact her Mother loved shopping.  Luckily,
her Mom said nothing about some of her choices in style.  Her Father even
more encouraging.  He lived a carefree lifestyle.  It was his behavior over
the years that led to her own ideals.  Her Father was prone to showing off
his own stellar physique.  Towels, boxers, swimwear, anything that allowed
others to admire the fact that he spent plenty of time in the gym.  After
his voluntary shopping spree last week she was fully stocked up on sexy
clothing.

   Deciding between a red spaghetti strapped mini dress and a gray dress
that looked normal on the shoulders yet had a thin circular window over the
chest, she went red.

   Dropping her towel in front of her bedroom window she slipped on the
soft cotton blend dress.  With no underwear it clung to her like a second
skin.

   "Oh boy!  This seriously breaks the dress code.  My nipples are
impossible to hide.  If I bend over its...HELLO!" After experimenting what
others might see she shrugs, "I can only be told to go home and change. 
Besides, I've been naked in class.  This is clothed at least."

   As time ran out she chose to decide on pumps, then applied her make up.
She was a Goddess she thought.  Today she also opted to wear her glasses.
Although she wore contacts most days to avoid the nerdy look, this day she
realized that would never matter anymore.  Guys loved her now.  Glasses
would never change their minds.

   With ten minutes to spare she joined Ryan out back by his garage. 

   "Daaaaamn!  Love the dress.  Good choice." He unlocks his car for them.

   "Me too.  Let's just hope the Teacher's don't send me home.  Breaks all
kinds of dress code."

   He smirks, "We just go with it until somebody raises hell."

   "If I get detention...."She's cut off.

   "Then you get naked in detention." He stresses.

   "Yes I will." She smiles brightly.

   The drive to school was quiet.  Thoughts spoke volume.

   Walking into school was courageous.  Her dress even accented her butt
crack.  Boys who had seen her either naked in class, or the showers, or in
the parking lots all whistled dramatically.  Ryan was forced to calm them
down to avoid the attention of Teachers.  The intensity made Monica wet
instantly.

   "Oh my God!  Ryan...Thank you."

   "For what?" He knew already.

   "For boosting my confidence.  Ever since you began daring me I feel the
need to push myself harder.  I don't think I would have ever reached this
goal without you."

   "That dress comes off in Morrison's class."

   "Nothing new." She giggles shyly.

   "You're crawling all the way up to Morrison's desk and sitting in front
of it while he teaches.  You play with yourself until I call you back to
your seat."

   Her eyes bulge with excitement, "Just keep me safe."

   "The whole class will."

   "Yay!"

   Time flew by and Morrison's class filled up fast.  Everyone had been
warned to be extra careful to assist her in her mission.  The guys and
girls all agreed to run interference as needed.

   Wiggling into the class Monica licked her lips and casually raised the
hem of her dress all the way up to her waist as she walked.  The drool was
already lathering up.  Hands rubbed her ass as she stepped through the
gauntlet of boys surrounding her.  She didn't even have to carry her books.
The freedom was becoming more and more exciting.

   Taking her usual seat behind the bigger boys she nestled in until class
began. 

   Ryan entered finally and made his way toward her with an evil look.  Her
heart raced at his demeanor.  As he reached her he handed her something
that caught her off guard.

   "Put this deep up inside your pussy."

   "Oh, hell." She knew what it was instantly.  It was an egg shaped
vibrator.  With a glint of horror toward Ryan she raises her dresses hem
and gently encourages it up through her labia and installs it.  The feeling
of it inside her was strange.

   Before any further eye contacts Teacher "Dane Morrison" entered the
room. He rolled in a movie projector which he sat up in the back of the
room.  Once it was ready he glanced to his sides discovering Monica in her
thin dress.  He knew it was not accepted by the school being so revealing.
He scowls then overlooks it to go to the chalk board and lower a movie
screen.

   Everyone had noticed his reaction to Monica.  They were all worried that
Ryan's plan had gone out the window.  Time would tell.

   With the screen lowered Dane Morrison returned to his projector and
centered the light.  He then opted to begin his lesson plan verbally at
first.  Dealing with Slavery in the deep South he set the mood for the
movie.  The film was a cheap knock off of the Alex Haley book "Roots". 

   With a concerned glare toward Monica he chose to leave well enough
alone. In the back of his mind he rather enjoyed seeing her cleavage.  The
dress was certainly scandalous.  Her legs silky soft and tanned.  Dane
forced himself to turn away and journey to the light switch.  Turning out
the lights he then went over and lowered the blinds on the rooms windows.
Once a shadowed spell was cast Dane started his projector and sit down a
few seats from Monica, amidst the gauntlet of boys.

   Ryan lowered his gaze at seeing Dane take a seat next to him.  So much
for Monica getting away with much.

   As the movie proceeded Dane decided to get up and carefully walk away.
Reaching the classroom door he took his exit to let the movie consume his
students.

   As soon as the door sealed murmuring began.

   "I thought he would never leave." Monica groans.

   Ryan motions friend Toby to make certain Morrison wasn't coming back. 
Toby would stand watch the entire time his Teacher was gone.

   Ryan stands up and steps over to Monica and drags her from her seat by
her hand.  He leads her up to Morrison's desk and stands her in front of
the students.

   "Everyone okay with this?" He glances about the room.

   Everyone offered a thumbs up.  Monica hopped in step and lightly clapped
her palms together.  She loved how her classmates were encouraging her
antics.

   Finally, with a confirmation from Toby, Ryan bends over and grips
Monica's hem.  He lifts her dress up and over her head.  Fully naked save
for her bobby socks and pumps she danced in circles amid the movie
lighting. The images of the actors on her flesh.

   Mischief struck leading Monica to race over to Toby to look out the door
window with him.  She rubbed her burgeoning 34DDD's up his back to make him
chuckle.

   Quickly she pranced around each row of the class to let everyone touch
her at least somewhere.  Mostly her butt and tummy.  Even the girls had
their opportunities to caress her soft skin.

   Then, came the unexpected.

   Ryan had pushed the remote control that came with the egg shaped
vibrator.  The buzzing struck her G-spot making her stop cold and cringe.
It remained consistent effecting her hormones even more than the sheer
adrenalin of being naked. 

   Gasping at the sensations she returns to stalking the aisles between
seats.  Guys would be treated to her breasts surrounding their cheeks. 
Lips were felt between her cleavage.  Occasionally she taunted their lips
with a nipple.  Yes, they were tugged on.  Yes, she shivered at the
nibbling.

   Ryan stood in front of Morrison's desk and snapped his fingers to get
her attention.  She raced across the room to reach him as he pointed at the
floor in front of him. 

   Kneeling before him he increased the remotes power making her reach out
for his hips to keep her balance.  While she was close she intentionally
rolled her face across his crotch, feeling his erection along her
profile. 

   He smirked at her performance then called her to stand up.  She
literally used his clothing to pull herself up.  Her body rubbing all the
way up his body.  Standing face to face she leaned in and kissed him on the
lips.

   The girls of the class released a sigh at the romantic gesture.

   Once the kiss was done Ryan gripped her by the waist and switched
position, she was now leaning her back side against the desk.  From there
Ryan lifted her tiny form up to sit on Morrison's desk.  He placed her feet
on the edge of the desk before stepping back out of the camera's glare.

   With the movie playing all across her body Monica tilted back on one
hand while using her other hand to rub her clit.  Between her own
stimulation and that of the antagonizing egg inside her she began moaning.

   Words began to form.

   "I love you guys." She kissed the air toward various students.  The
girls were giddy at her boldness.  They returned her air guided kisses with
barely audible, "So cool." in the air.

   "I could do this every day if I could.  Tell me what you want me to do.
I'll do my best to do it." Monica whimpers.

   The boys all let their ego's lead them.  The consensus was "Fuck me."

   Monica sighed, "We shall see."

   Toby at the door risks opening it long enough to get a better look in
both directions.  He then sealed the door before turning to Monica.

   "Get Lindsey naked I'll love you forever." Toby grunted smugly.

   Lindsey Ritter was a busty redhead sitting near the windows.  At hearing
Toby she turned beet red and hid her face.  She was far too shy for this
type of activity.  She loved to watch it though.

   Monica exhales loudly, ready to orgasm right in front of everyone.  Even
in her state she manages to do a bit of coaxing.

   "Lindsey?  I dare you to come sit next to me."

   Hearing Monica the class whispers a chant to guide the redhead. 
Finally, Lindsey not wanting to be teased further in the future decides to
take the challenge and journeys to the desk.  Stepping behind Monica she
giggles and leans in to tell her, "I can't believe you get away with this.
So awesome."

   Monica smiles and wags her tongue at Lindsey.  Lindsey bites her lip
then lens down to wag her own tongue along Monica's.  Touching they lead
into a quick kiss.  The room was in awe.

   Suddenly, Monica stops touching herself and drags Lindsey into a firmer
kiss.  She then took Lindsey's hand and guided it down to use them as
replacements on her clit.  Lindsey nearly panicked at touching Monica down
there.  It was more than she ever intended.  Yet once she did Lindsey
stayed on course.  She rubbed Monica and continued kissing her. 

   Monica clawed at Lindsey's t-shirt tugging it upward until it exposed
her belly, then her tiny white bra.  Lindsey was in adrenalin city all of a
sudden.  She felt fingers under the wire of her bra in an attempt to reveal
Lindsey's 36C's.  Finally, Lindsey broke away and proudly got enough
courage to lift her own shirt and bra to let Toby and the others see her
perfect lily white breasts.

   She heard a rash of, "Yeessssssssssssss!" from all the boys.

   Monica rolled on the desk and pulled Lindsey in to suck on her nipple.
In the heat of the moment Toby abandoned his guard dog status to sneak over
and suck on Lindsey's leftover nipple.  A shrill cry of the unexpected left
Lindsey laughing.  She was amazed by the entire situation.

   Toby winked at Lindsey and quickly left her tit to return to the door.

   Monica and Lindsey played a bit more before the egg within Monica tensed
her body up.  Holding on to Lindsey's shirt she braced for the
inevitable. 

   The orgasm let out a guttural cry which drenched the desk under
Monica. 

   The class silently praised their performance. 

   Before anything further Toby rushes in, "Morrison's coming."

   Lindsey quickly charges back to her seat and gets her bra back into
place, shirt following.

   Monica sat there numb even as Ryan waves her back to her own seat. 
Waiting until the last possible second before Morrison came into view
Monica then leaped off the desk and shuffled to her seat. 

   Before she could claim her dress Morrison stepped inside the room and
watched the movie.  Monica claimed her dress but just held it
breathlessly. 

   Everyone grew Leary of the situation.  All Morrison had to do was turn
around and see her.  At the angle he stood there was no hiding behind the
bigger boys.  Lip nibbled Monica slowly pulls her dress over her head and
gets herself covered up.  She hadn't managed to lift her bottom though. 
The dress still rose up to reveal her ass.

   She braved that much just as the movie ended.  Observing Morrison step
to the back of the class to turn the projector off she watches the Teacher
closely.  Monica lifts her dress back up to just below her chest.  She
waited a second longer then showed her tits as well.  Morrison surely must
see her peripherally.  Even in the shadows.

   The room held its breath as her dress crept over her head until she
again sat there naked.  He was oblivious so they thought.  As he unplugged
the projector he called out, "Someone hit the lights please."

   A boy named "Barry" in the front slowly stepped over to turn the lights
on.

   Morrison began to roll up the cord and attach it to the projector.  He
literally leaned over in Monica's direction to obtain the casing that
attached to the projector. 

   Monica smugly sat there squeezing her breasts together.  Pinching her
nipples taunt.  Just as Morrison began to look up the room itself was
blinded by exposed daylight. 

   Lindsey Ritter had lifted the blinds. 

   That was Monica's cue.

   As Morrison faced the light source she stood up and shook her breasts
just as she wiggled her dress down over her body.  A second to bow she took
her seat.

   Morrison stepped forward to his desk and sat on the edge.  He offered a
strange look as he sat in something wet on his desk.  He played it off as
nothing.

   "So, what have we learned watching this movie?" He fidgets.

   Monica raises her hand vividly shaking her chest as she did.

   "Miss Gift?"

   "I learned that slaves obey their Master's."

   He frowns, "That's all you learned?"

   "No.  There's a railroad that's underground."

   As she stared at Morrison she felt the egg terrorize her G-spot yet
again.  The sudden vibration forced a glare at Ryan.  He sat there with one
hand propping his chin up. 

   "Tell me more Miss Gift." Morrison encouraged.

   She shivers her nipples stabbing at her thin red fabric.  Impossible not
to notice.

   "The Underground Railroad is a network of meeting places, secret routes,
passageways that led to safe houses that were used by slaves in the U.S. 
to escape slave holding states to northern states and Canada.  In other
words they hid away in dark, damp places." 

   As her sentence ended the egg devastated her interior.  It became
impossible to conceal. 

   She no more than ended her thought aloud when she grit her teeth and
squealed at the top of her lungs. 

   "SON OF A BITCH!" She echoed throughout the class while gripping her
desk top tightly.

   Another mind reeling sensation attacked her G-spot effectively enough to
chant.

   "FUCK.  FUCK.  FUCK.  DOUBLE FUCK!"

   The class tried not to laugh but it became inevitable.

   Ryan lowered his gaze and let it play out.

   Teacher Dane Morrison stood stunned by her outburst.  At first
speechless until her body convulsed in her seat.  She sat up straight
looking Morrison directly in the eye.

   "THEY SHOULD HAVE STAYED WHERE THEY WERE." She attempted to add to her
classroom topic.  It sounded almost racist although she was far from one.

   Morrison offered a bewildered look as her legs fanned wide exposing her
pussy then closed just as fast.  He only spotted it due to the large lad in
front of her turning sideways to watch her.

   "MUCH SAFER.  MANY GOT CAUGHT." Just like she did.

   With a shrill whine and a deafening exhaustion Monica Leann Gift had an
exploding orgasm right there in class.  Her body limp and expecting
punishment.

   Morrison glared at her sitting down to examine his thoughts.

   "DETENTION!  Room 312 at 4:00 PM sharp.  DO NOT BE LATE."

   Ryan's eyes darted from the Teacher and Monica.  It finally happened.

   Monica regained her composure.

   The class fidgeted at her situation but applauded her with motions to
build her ego with.

   Biting her lip at Ryan, Monica just shrugged.

   The rest of the class was silence.



   Monica 18: Beauty Call

   Leaving Morrison's classroom Monica Gift was timid about her situation.
She knew the detention given to her for her outbursts meant explaining at
some point.  For now though Monica would just continue on in her daily
routine. 

   Followed out by her fellow students including her momentary Master Ryan
Quinones she escaped down the hall out of hearing reach of any Teachers.

   She turns to face her followers that also included friends Toby and his
buddies, plus a pair of girls that took part in the hijinks earlier.

   Monica plants her back against a wall and lifts her skirt to pluck the
vibrator egg from within her pussy.  Once in hand she passes it off to Ryan
dropping it into his book bag to avoid it's messy exterior.

   "Good to have that thing out of me.  Whew!" She giggles at her
entourage.

   Toby eases next to Lindsey Ritter his dream girl, whom Monica had coaxed
into lifting her shirt and bra up in class.  Toby had presumed his wish
fulfillment had broken the ice with the beautiful redhead.  Instead she
brushes off the arm he eagerly placed around her shoulder.

   "Slow down.  Don't let me regret doing that earlier." Lindsey creases
her brow.  Toby offered a shocked response and swiftly removed his arm.

   "Sorry." He groaned.

   Monica eyed the two of them before stepping in.

   "Give Juliet some space Romeo.  If it's meant to be take it to the
balcony." 

   Stealing Lindsey away Monica guides her a few feet distance for alone
time.

   "I hope I didn't create a stalker situation back there." Monica pouts.

   Lindsey bulges her eyes, "What?  No.  I mean Toby's cute and all.  I'm
just...well...nervous about boys."

   "Not dated much?" Monica enquires.

   "Not really.  Well, a movie date twice.  Nothing spectacular."

   "So, obviously still a virgin?"

   Lindsey turned pale, "Yeah."

   "It's okay.  I was there once.  Lost mine at 16.  Up until a month ago I
tried to be a good girl.  I mean I still am at heart.  I just learned to
like sex not long ago.  A lot!"

   "Really?" Lindsey fidgets.

   "Yep.  Anyway let's talk about what you did.  You really took me by
surprise lifting your shirt up.  What made you do that?"

   With an uneasy smile Lindsey whispers, "I admire you."

   Monica drops her chin, "Me?  A role model?"

   "Yes.  I mean the boldness you have.  I like my body.  You obviously
love yours.  The way you show it off whenever you can."

   "I'm a freak." Monica giggles, "I just like being an exhibitionist."

   "I might not be in your league but I do like showing off.  Small doses."

   Before she could continue Ryan steps in pointing at the clock on his
cell. 

   Noting it Monica pauses, "Next bell is about to ring.  Let's meet at
lunch.  Talk more.  Bring your friend."

   Lindsey smiles vibrantly and nods toward the other girl. 

   It made her day to be included.

   Reaching her English Lit class Monica heard some girls mumbling outside
the room on their way in.  Two of them she knew fairly well after her dare
by Ryan to walk out of school nude and sit on Principal Janson's car.  That
was weeks ago.  Far enough back that she needed to befriend them all over
again.  Although chumming it up since that day was helpful Monica had
distanced herself unintentionally.  She needed to focus on school as well.

   Upon seeing Monica stepping forward the lovely Latina "Rosa Montoya"
broke away from her friends to race over to intercept Monica.

   "Is it true?" She asked excitably.

   Monica smirked, "Yes.  I'm a total slut.  You just found out?"

   Rosa jumps in step bouncing her own 36C's with little effort.

   "No, silly.  Did you just cum in ole Morrison's class?"

   "News travels fast." She grit her teeth.

   "No worries.  We got your back Moni."

   "Moni?  My new nickname.  Yay me."

   They were quickly joined by friends "Cheyenne "Chey" Johnson" and "Amber
Meadows".  Both were just as giddy at the prospective news.

   "Whoa!  Everyone keep it down.  I don't need Mrs.  Noble breaking this
up with a vengeance.  The less she knows the better."

   Chey rolls her eyes, "Noble's not a problem.  She's naïve.  All she
thinks about are her cats at home."

   "So it's true Moni?" Rosa lifts her brows hopeful of a good answer.

   "Yes.  It's true.  I had a vibrating egg stuffed up my Moni maker.  Boy
was that difficult to keep quiet." She attempts to escape them.

   "Is it true Lindsey showed off her boobies?" Amber needed to know.

   "Not gonna discuss more than what I do.  Respect!" She points out.

   They knew it was true just by her reaction.  Awe described every face
there.

   Finally, Rosa nudges Monica gently with her shoulder, "I guess we girls
need to step up our game.  Don't want you getting all the attention."

   Monica looked surprised, "Seriously?  I'm not anyone's competition.  I'm
just looking out for my own fun.  By all means though.  Feel free to join
in."

   Chey the gorgeous half black Latina shivers her head smugly, "I got what
it takes."

   Monica merely offered a tsk with the corner of her lip then moves
between them turning to walk backwards long enough to stick her tongue out
at them.  The move made the trio grin like never before.

   Entering Teacher, "Ginger Noble's" classroom Monica found her seat
amongst a number of boys.  This included Toby's friend "Carson Hobbs" and
Ryan's buddy "Holden Reese".  Holden sat directly next to Monica in the
only class they shared together.

   "Heard you got Detention." Holden whispers.

   "First time ever.  Go me." She giggles and adjusts her dress hem
appropriately.  She had no plans of being too risquÃ(C) in Noble's class.
Another Detention or worse would ruin her.  Of course at this point she
really felt above the law for some reason.  Ego?  Confidence?  So many
people in her corner?  Who knew.

   Seating themselves strategically Amber, Chey, and Rosa waved at her from
all directions.  Other girls in the class also grinned at her nervously. 
It became evident this was Hero Worship.  Monica felt honored suddenly in a
strange kind of way.

   Instructor Ginger Noble entered her own class and stood at her desk. 
She was a pudgy woman in her mid 40's.  Peppery salted brown hair that was
long and pinned back behind her.  Not an ugly woman merely out of shape and
timid.  She had a stack of graded tests from two days earlier that she sat
on her desk. 

   "Good morning Everyone.  I have tests back.  Most of you did exceptional
I must say.  Others not so much." She tried to chuckle.

   Without further delay she went about the room passing the results back
from an alphabetical stand point.  Everyone was scattered about so it took
time. 

   Each time her back was turned Monica noticed activity. 

   Cheyenne began by stealthily removing her black lacey bra and dangling
it up for Monica to see.  After a quick swing for the class to witness she
hid it in her book bag.  Her chest was a busty 38D and her nipples were
large and perky beneath a thin grey t-shirt.

   Rosa bit her nail out of adrenalin before removing her own bra.  A sexy
white lace.  With another attention getter swing it was tucked away in her
own bag.  36C and free.

   Amber was the next expected candidate but surprisingly her thunder was
stolen by a thin blond named "Kendra Stewart".  Her 34B's escaped their
prison and danced before all eyes.  Amber not to be over ruled abandoned
her green lace bra and handed it to the boy next to her with a finger to
her lips.  The boy nearly fainted and grinned from ear to ear.  He hid it
under his shirt as the Teacher turned toward them looking for a particular
student.

   As she passed Amber she took things a step further and lifted her yellow
t-shirt up for a free view of her breasts.  The room grew antsy suddenly.
This was definitely a day to remember.

   Four girls had liberated themselves in Monica's honor.  It made her gush
with pride.

   Chey motioned to other girls to join in.  Hesitance and fear kept some
at bay.  Others took the risk.  "Tamara White", "Darcy Hawthorn", "Thea
King", all grew a pair and joined the Braless Brigade.

   Beside Monica, Holden Reese dropped his jaw and eyed Monica.  Monica
returned his gaze with a joyous shrug.  She took the credit silently.

   Every boy in the room looked around to admire each girl and share in
their moments of glory.  Tongues wagged.  The girls felt nasty sexy. 

   With the tests all returned Ginger Noble took her journey back to her
desk.  There she sat and opened her text book.

   "With that out of the way we begin anew.  Page 84 please.  Join me."

   The room returned to normal at that moment as each student found their
necessary page.

   "Today we discover, "Hamlet"." She proudly announced.

   Less enthused than Ginger was the students would rather scan about
carefully while she spoke.

   Breaking out a copy of "Hamlet" by the great William Shakespeare, Ginger
began discussing the books historical sense.  This kept her eyes on the
written word.

   With each second she exhaled knowledge the girls increased their
playfulness. 

   Monica observed Chey lift her shirt up and show her caramel colored
breasts in all their suppleness.  Rolling them about for all to see. 

   Then came Rosa who did the same in pinching her nipples tight and
wagging her tongue at the boy beside her.

   Amber again opted to push the veil and lifts her shirt while turning in
her seat silently.  Facing the boy who held her bra captive she crushed her
tits together and arched her chest forward.  The boy took a speedy
advantage and reached over the aisle to squeeze her left tit.  Amber
offered a false blush then blew him a kiss.

   Each and every girl that had unleashed their inner demons showed their
breasts off. 

   It became a game of one shirt down, one shirt up.  The girls loved the
attention blatantly.

   "Darcy" the most obvious had the largest breasts.  Being a slightly
bigger girl yet curvy offered a view of her monstrous 42D's.  She literally
hoisted her right breast up and licked her nipple.  It was amazing.

   Holden sat fighting laughter pointing from side to side with each
notice. Finally, Monica growled, "Knock it off."

   He realized his activity could draw attention and ceased his
discoveries.

   As Ginger Noble halted her reading she looked up at a clueless room of
innocence.  A deafening sigh she suddenly felt the urge of the water pills
controlling her kidneys.  With a warm smile she scoots her chair out to
stand up.  Holding the book up she grimaces.

   "I would like a volunteer to continue reading while I excuse myself for
a moment.  Any takers?"

   Monica instantly raised her hand with a needy zest.  She didn't even
wait to be chosen she hopped up and shuffled her way toward Ms.  Noble.

   "Why thank you, Monica.  I wish all of you had her eagerness to learn.
Here you go Dear.  I'll be back in a few moments."

   "Take your Time.  I have this.  I love Hamlet."

   Ginger eases her way past as Monica begins reading until the door
closed. She then slammed the book down on to the desk behind her and
sneered at the girls.

   "Is that all you got?" She shook her head.

   Right then and there Monica slipped the spaghetti straps from her
shoulders and let her dress slip to the floor.  The room took a huge breath
as one before being inspired.

   Rosa jumped up and unzipped her jeans then mooned the class.  Her ass
was the perfect Twerker.  She showed off her moves with evident love from
the boys.

   Tamara did the same yet chose to stand face forward and lower her
panties to her pubic hair.  She needed a good shave.

   Chey and friend Thea, a sexy black Goddess stood together with pants to
their knees and shirts lifted to their necks.  Full frontal they used their
fingers to pry apart their labia's.  It was a thing of pure need to express
themselves.

   Boys were treated to touches.  Holden himself leaned across and rubbed
Kendra's lily white bottom.  She squealed like a pig at his touch.  Mainly
due to his finger teasing her anal cavity.  He loved the moment enough to
growl, "FUCK YEAH!"

   As the activity grew too much Monica put her dress back on and began
reading again.  Only two pages forward to make it look good.

   The girls realized they needed to chill and got dressed, returning to a
boring vigil.

   Perfect timing as the Teacher made her way back inside and thanked
Monica who showed her where she left off.  In the process Ms.  Noble
discovered Monic'a dress and sighed.  She knew it was improper but let it
go with a sigh, "That's a lovely dress Monica.  Thank you for taking over."

   Monica throws her arms in the air and takes advantage, "I did my part."

   That she did.

   The room forced themselves to behave.

   Ginger was quite boring.



   Monica 19: Lunch Meet

   A lot of things had occurred over the first half of the school day.  Not
only did Monica Leann Gift have an extraordinarily vocal orgasm in class,
she received her first ever detention.  That situation would play out at
the end of the day.  Her second class caught her off guard.  It was there
that a flock of female admirers made their moves.  She was so proud of
them.

   The rest of her classes seemed less eventful.

   As the lunch break began Monica stopped at her locker to escape her
books.  It was here that friend and would be Master caught up with her.

   "Well, you've been busy." Ryan chuckles and grabs her by the waist.

   She smiles without looking back at him and merely palms his cheek.

   "You should have been there.  It was insane.  I've created Monsters."

   He nuzzles her hair as she finally turns to face him.

   "I need space for lunch.  I promised Lindsey and her friend "Sonya" we
would talk about what happened more.  Give me time oh Master?"

   Her hands palm his chest awaiting a reply.  Ryan nods with a
disappointed pucker, "Sure.  I'll meet you just before you head in to
Detention.  I'll wait for you and give you a ride home after."

   "You're the best.  Remind to jerk you off in the parking lot for being
so generous."

   He rolls his eyes, "Curse you.  Now I won't lose my hard on until then."

   "Just what I wanted to hear."

   One last pat on his chest she darts around him.  As he watches her
depart she looks over her shoulder and lifts her hem over her bare ass. 
Three other boys saw her and whistled.  Their girlfriends weren't as happy
but they still found her intriguing.

   Reaching the Cafeteria Monica stopped at the door to look for Lindsey.
Finding her at a table with Sonya she slithered through the masses.  To
reach her she had to walk directly by the Teacher's table.  There she
spotted Dane Morrison and numerous others.  She waved at them and ignored
the looks made by the female Teachers.  Namely Ginger Noble and Art
Teacher, "Lola Conroy".  Both were less than impressed by her attire.  They
all knew at the very least she was going braless.

   Suddenly, she bumped into someone crossing her path.  As she apologized
blindly she turned to face the worst possible collider.

   "Mr.  Janson!  I'm sorry I wasn't watching where I was going."

   Principal Lloyd Janson merely stared down at her without expression. 
The entire room fell silent at seeing them so close.  Would he punish her
for anything? 

   "Quite alright Monica.  I wasn't keeping track of my own direction.  You
certainly look nice today."

   Monica sighs from holding her own breath, "Thank you, Sir.  I love my
dress."

   He eyes her cleavage bulging from her arms held closely to her lap. 
Intimidating as his eyes were she maintained her glint of pride.

   "Lovely indeed.  Enjoy your lunch."

   That was it.  As he stepped around her Monica's eyes flared up.

   "Wow!  He didn't say a word about dress code.  So cool."

   Her thoughts reeling she darts playfully over to Lindsey.  She and Sonya
had their jaws drooping at the situation.

   "Oh my God.  Did Janson scold you?" Sonya Bennett a gently overweight
Brunette huffed.

   "Not even.  He looked down my cleavage.  I just know my nipples are
bullets." She literally touches them for confirmation.

   Lindsey blushes, "So bold.  I wish I could be like that."

   "You could.  It's not that hard.  Besides you're beautiful.  I love your
silky red hair.  It's like spun fire." Monica caresses the back of
Lindsey's hair.  It was only shoulder length but stunning.

   "Thanks.  I heard what happened in Noble's class.  Unbelievable."

   "We started a trend.  You should be happy." Monica giggles.

   "Me?  I just broke out of my shell that once."

   "Yeah, about that?  What really prompted you to take that dare?" Monica
had her suspicions.

   Shyly she lowers her gaze, "I don't really know."

   Sonya groans, "Come On!  You like Toby."

   Lindsey puffs her cheeks and flips Sonya off for her outing.

   Monica tilts her head on to Lindsey's shoulder, "Nothing wrong with
that. He's a really nice guy."

   "I know.  I'm just afraid.  You know why."

   Arm around Lindsey's shoulder Monica hugs her with a sympathetic frown.
The hug turns to rubbing her back softly.

   "Well now.  You left your bra off." She winks playfully.

   Sonya butts in, "We all did.  I took my off before lunch.  Word got
around.  We're challenging each other."

   Monica glances about to see girls at other tables.  Sure enough the
nipples were stabbing the room.

   "Wow!  I'm impressed." 

   Sonya cautiously lifts her breasts in honor and jostles them about. 
Lindsey merely turned red and laughed.

   "I like this girl.  Welcome to the gang Sonya.  Sorry I never took time
to know you before now.  Either of you actually.  I really never made
friends with girls much.  Kind of a loner when you get down to it."

   "You seem close to Ryan." Lindsey relates.

   "My next door neighbor.  Hard not to know him.  We've grown closer this
past few weeks.  Not my boyfriend though."

   Lindsey and Sonya both nod at her revelation. 

   Monica surveys the room and still finds Teacher's ogling her.  It made
her nervous.  The men drooled.  The women looked puzzled.

   "So.  Let's get back to Toby." Monica nudged Lindsey with her shoulder
giggling.

   "What about him?" Lindsey stammers.

   "Obviously Toby must have a crush on you.  He blurted out he wanted me
to get you naked.  You jumped at the chance and met him halfway.  We did
touch those perky little beauties."

   "You did more than touch them." Lindsey snorts with squinting eyes.

   "True.  I'm not really into girls but I will say this....yummy." She
sticks her tongue out before adding, "Don't take that wrong."

   Giggling Lindsey exhales loudly, "I'm not.  It felt weird but nice. 
Toby sucking my nipple sent fire over my entire body.  I'm glad he did it
but I'm also terrified about what comes next."

   Pondering her fears Monica forms an idea, "You know what's the most fun?
Teasing guys until they do stupid things.  If you like Toby you should make
him chase you.  Offer him flashes now and then.  Then ignore him until he
can't stand it.  Then tease harder."

   "Harder how?" Both girls had to know.

   "He's only seen those." She points at Lindsey's chest literally jabbing
her right tit.

   "So, more skin?" Lindsey grits her teeth.

   "Of course.  Go as far as you want too.  Just let him know there's
limits.  If he steps over those limits cut him off."

   Terror pales Lindsey's face, "You have no idea how badly I want to try
that.  I'm scared out of my mind."

   Sonya frowns, "Zero experience."

   Lindsey leers at Sonya, "As if you do."

   "Calm down.  We're all friends now." Monica holds her palms up with a
flutter of patience.

   As snide comments subside Monica tries another approach.

   "How about this?  Let's embarrass the hell out of him.  You would be
just as embarrassed.  On equal terms."

   "What do you mean?" The redhead almost teared up.

   "Have you pictured Toby naked in your mind?"

   Eyes flare toward the table below her.  Beet red she whispers, "Yes."

   "Well he's seen half of you.  Don't you think it should be returned in
favor?"

   She suddenly looks directly at Monica, "YES!"

   Her outburst made Monica puff up her lower lip, "Well now!  What if I
arranged something that puts him out of his comfort zone.  Just like you.
If I get him naked for you.  You need to get naked for him.  Fair fight."

   "What?" Lindsey drops her jaw, "How is that half way?"

   "You get both halves.  So does he.  Visually that is.  The situation I
have in mind will put him at a disadvantage.  He has ego but I bet I can
shove that down his throat and make him behave."

   Shivering Lindsey covers her chest with her arms, "What if I don't
behave?"

   Taken back by her Monica sizes up the girl, "Let's hear it."

   Regretting her reply Lindsey pouts toward Sonya.  Her friend felt
awkward.

   Suddenly, Lindsey whispers, "I want to touch him too.  Just not
intercourse."

   "Aww!  How about this then?  Let's get him in the environment I feel
keeps him from going too far.  You do whatever you want because we both
know his ego will let you.  I'll stay close to make certain he behaves. 
Fair enough?"

   "When?  Where?  How?" Lindsey grew eager.

   "Tomorrow.  Girl's locker room after gym class.  I'll bring him to you
there.  Seeing as our gym classes aren't the same.  If I skip class so be
it."

   Sonya exhales a densely verbal, "WHOAAA!  I have gym class when she
does."

   "Then as her friend you need to be supportive of her."

   "Totally.  But, ummm!  Won't we be showering and stuff?  That mean's
I'll be Nakie too." Sonya realizes.

   "You worried what he might think of you?  This is about Lindsey."

   "What about all the other girls?  There's like twenty girls in our gym
class.  They might object." Sonya winces.

   "Look around you.  Nipples everywhere.  Every girl here is in heat."

   Lindsey whines, "What if they take Toby away from me?"

   "Then you step up and fight for him.  Not with fists.  With what he
wants.  YOU!"

   "Sex?  I can't." She panics shaking her head.

   "No silly.  Seduction.  He might look at other girls because let's face
it, no guy can only look at one girl in a room full of nude chicks."

   Not so comforted by her response Lindsey weeps.

   "I don't even know how to be seductive."

   Smirking Monica pinches the girls nose, "Soft words.  Hands all over
your body saying, "Where are they now?" Nibble your lip as you look him
over.  Rub up on him.  The rest is natural."

   "Wow!  God that sounds hot." Sonya huffs.

   "She can do it." Monica stresses with a stem look.

   "I can.  I WILL."

   "That's the spirit.  I swear I'll be there to help you.  You have my
word."

   "Arrange it." Lindsey sounds determined, "I have to see Toby naked."

   "DONE!"

   With a tight hug Monica takes her leave.  After a stolen bite from
Sonya's burger.

   "HEY!"

   Monica opens her mouth to show off the bite as if giving it back.

   Sonya had to laugh.

   Lindsey had to close her eyes and breath.

   At the doors of the Cafeteria Monica runs into Rosa and Cheyenne.  They
giddily confirm they were still braless.

   "Loving it.  Hey?" Inspiration strikes Monica, "Do you guys have gym
class with Lindsey?"

   Both nod as Monica smirks evilly.

   "I need your help."

   The rest was whispers from a huddle.



   Monica 20: DDD Tension

   "Stop worrying.  I got this.  We all knew I would get into trouble
sooner or later.  It's only Detention at least.  Not expulsion." Monica
stops mid stride to sternly look over at friend Ryan.

   "Yet!" He glares back at her.

   "I've wore this dress all day long.  In front of the entire Faculty. 
Principal Janson even looked me over.  Not a word.  As a matter of fact he
liked the dress.  Morrison only gave me Detention because I couldn't
contain my orgasm well enough.  I don't think he even realized that's what
it was.  I just couldn't disguise my swearing out loud.  He just took it
badly."

   Frowning Ryan rolls his eyes, "Maybe so.  You do realize this is
Morrison's week on Detention Duty?"

   "So?  Even better.  I'll go in, apologize, and do my time.  It's only an
hour." She smirks with a playful shrug.

   Ryan shakes his head and averts his gaze to her cleavage, "God I love
you in that dress."

   "All of you do.  Shoulder straps off and the dress hits the floor." She
giggles.

   "Should we keep things quiet for awhile due to this?"

   "You're the Master, Ryan.  You tell me."

   He sizes up her sarcasm then nods, "You should tease Morrison and see
what happens."

   Tilting her gaze at him she huffs, "Somehow I knew you would say that."

   Chuckling he winks, "You know you wanted me to say that."

   "I did." She giggles more, " I'll risk getting expelled just for your
evil desires."

   "We don't know who else might be in Detention.  So play it by ear."

   "Not worried."

   He eyes her smug manner then digs into his book bag, retrieving two
familiar items.

   "Insert the egg again." He hands it off.

   Rolling her eyes with a sheepish grin she lifts her hemline up and
encourages the egg between her labia and deep inside.

   Ryan adds fresh batteries to the remote controller.

   "So, you want me to have another orgasm in Detention?  I'm actually good
for one more.  I think.  Last one was pretty intense though."

   They journey toward Room 312 as they talk.  Time was nearly on the dot.

   Outside the door they spot teacher "Dane Morrison" grading papers at a
desk.  The room was the old Home Economics class until they built the new
wing with a revised Kitchen.  This room was only meant for storage and
Detention time.

   Ryan drags her out of Morrison's visual and obtains a roll of black
electrical tape he had swiped from "Shop Class".  He wrapped the remote
tightly forcing the trigger to continually be in use.  The vibrations
started instantly.  The sudden shock made her dizzy.

   "Seems stronger than before." She shivers with excitement before
snatching at his shirt, "Holy Fuck."

   "You like that don't you?" He grins with expectation.

   "Not for an hour.  I'll orgasm within five minutes."

   "Resist as long as you can." He then stuffs the taped remote into her
small dangling clutch purse along with her cell and lip gloss.

   "I have to go." She shuffles away pouting at him.

   Entering the room she quickly realizes that she was the sole offender of
the day.

   "Ummm!  I'm here Mr.  Morrison."

   Dane looks up from his papers to see Monica fidgeting in step, her arms
dangling in front of her belly.  Her purse suspended between her knees.  In
her striking pose her biceps had mashed her 34DDD's together like grateful
melons. 

   He notes her nipples erect beneath her dresses thin red fabric.  Forced
to clear his throat he grumbles aloud.

   "Please shut the door behind you.  You may then take the seat directly
in front of my desk."

   She instinctively twirls on one foot.  In doing so her skirt fans
outward like an umbrella opening.  Safe to say Morrison had a vivid display
of her curvaceous heart shaped bare bottom.  Behind her Dane Morrison rubs
his beard with a tedious grin forming. 

   Shutting the door she starts to turn when Morrison adds, "Close the
blind over the window.  For the next hour the world outside does not
exist."

   Monica pulls the cord lowering the Venetian blinds until they reached
the end of their roll.  Entering the room once again she notices that he
had already sealed the blinds over the windows facing the sidewalks
outside.

   Few seats were left in the room but she chose to obey and sit directly
in front of him.  Claiming a seat that had it's connecting slate desk
removed.  He could see her entire body.

   With nothing to lean on she sat there fidgeting.  Then, leaning over to
her left side to rest her purse on the floor.  As she reached down the
spaghetti strap on her left shoulder slipped off and over her bicep.  She
left it there.  Purposely lifting the bridge of her glasses instead. 

   She eyed Morrison who had resumed grading papers to let her settle in.
This down time left her at the mercy of the egg.  The vibrations were
storming her senses rapidly.  It was hard to sit still.  With each movement
her chair squeaked.  She was in Hell she thought.

   Dane avoided direct eye contact as he heard his cellphone buzz.  It was
nothing but he played it off as a text.  Instead he activated his cell
camera.  Intentionally he primed the cell toward her.  Poised in front of
him he feigned writing a text.  That went into scrolling mode as if on
Facebook.  All along the video recorded her nervous beauty.

   Undeniably impossible to sit still she tapped her toes on the floor. 
Which led to fanning her legs wide.  Knees parting to give her at least a
millisecond of ease against the electricity between her thighs.

   In her squirming Dane captured vivid moments of her pussy.  His birds
eye view of her vagina left him speechless. 

   He observed her bite her lip, seal and flare her eyes wide, puff her
cheeks, and caress her throat.  He could sense she was either having a
panic attack or was just making a scene to escape her punishment.  Without
eye contact he speaks.

   "Do you know how long it has been since I've had to give anyone
Detention?  Your language today was out of line.  Uncalled for.  What
exactly possessed you Miss Gift?"

   She whimpers faintly as she forms a pouty face and nervously rubs her
legs, "I'm sorry Mr.  Morrison." 

   "You should be.  May I ask what's with the dramatic wardrobe change of
late?  That dress looks more like a Nightie."

   Stuttering slightly she defends herself, "I like my dress.  It makes me
feel sexy."

   Her breathing grows erratic, huffing to blow the hair strands from her
eyes.  Her knees fan from side to side as Dane looks up from his cell
finally, her pussy teasing him first hand.

   "It is a very pretty dress.  Rather revealing though.  Definitely
against school policy of the Dress Code."

   Trembling she now resorts to rubbing her arms. 

   "I've worn it all day.  The only person objecting to it is you."

   "Not objecting.  I just feel as if you're just asking for trouble.  Boys
and all." He stares without expression.

   "They like my dress." Her body quivers.

   He eyes her behavior, "I'm sure they do.  Just be careful.  As long as
nobody complains of your attire I won't be forced to take action."

   He pauses as she breathes heavily.  Her breasts bulging and lightly
tremoring about.

   "Concerning your outbursts earlier.  I believe a lesson must be issued."

   "Yes, Sir." She compresses her lips tightly.

   Dane stands up carefully, hiding an erection he hadn't planned on from
her.  He swiftly turns toward the chalkboard behind him. 

   Her hands immediately palm her face due to her vibrational torment.  She
was growing pale from resistance.

   He locates a lengthy piece of white chalk and reaches high to scribble
down the verse, " I will not be crude in class." Finishing he carefully
returns to his seat.

   Offering up the chalk toward her he growls, "Step to the board and copy
that sentence twenty times please."

   She cringes at her brewing orgasm, knowing that very soon there would be
no hiding her outcome.  Defiant of her nerves she leans forward on her
knees to push herself out of the chair.  In doing so her remaining dress
strap slipped over like it's twin to droop on her bicep.  There was now no
support holding the thin dress up outside of her large breasts.  With each
step she feared the worst but maintained her mission.

   With a deep breath she steps around Morrison and claims the chalk. 
Turning her back to him she hesitantly reached up to write just below his
sentence.  The reach was straining her ability to keep the dress on. 

   He swallowed dryly observing the sides of her body.  The dress was
definitely losing hope.  The cleavage had already lost an inch of once
covered flesh.

   With shimmering eyes she does her best to reach the board.  At her
height of 5'2 she had issues.  Stretching on her tiptoes her skirt rode
high.  He could readily see her lower ass cheeks.  Behind her he carefully
recorded her escapade.  His remaining hand slipped to his crotch rubbing
the formation of his erection.  The scent of her perfume compiled with her
revealing skin made his erection defenseless.

   Seeing her struggle to reach the necessary height he opts to risk
standing up and locates a two level step stool near a cupboard.

   "Here, this might help."

   He rests it facing the board then lifts up just as she turns, her
breasts a mere inch from his face.  Nipple even closer. 

   With a faint whimper Monica notices his expression of shock.  Her eyes
drift lower to discover his confined erection.

   "Thank you." She softly exhales almost seductively.  She now knew her
effect on him.  The question remained.  How far should she take this?  She
knew her dress was dangerously in jeopardy.  There was no way he didn't see
her bare ass.  Now she would stand taller for a much better view.

   Her mind reeled to balance her hormones screaming within.  Climbing the
simple step stool was torture.  Yet she stood on the top and resumed
writing.

   Morrison sat back down behind her.  The difference in height now allowed
him to gawk at her clam shaped pussy from behind.  It was glossy wet and
tiny trickles were gradually creasing down her inner thighs.  Recording it
was required.

   Finishing her second sentence she had to catch her breath and place a
palm on the board.  Concerned Morrison eyes her behavior more intently. 
Keeping silent he awaits any potential for failure.

   As she writes more her words become sloppy and almost incoherent due to
her blurred concentration.

   Morrison had suffered enough.  Ignoring her ability he ever so gently
let his fingers unzip his fly.  Reaching within his slacks he bypasses his
boxers to grip his ever sturdy cock.  Stroking it as he eyed her beautiful
ass he foregoes his cell casting it on to the desk.

   He hears her sniffling and exhale loudly.  Her breathing intensified in
and out with wicked gasps.  Then, the sound of muffled suppressed moans
slipping free of her lips.

   "Everything alright Miss Gift?" He sits forward to hide his cock from
her should she turn.  All she does is nod and continue on.  He sat back and
did the same.

   Feeling devious Dane growls, "You failed to dot the "I" in your first
sentence."

   He waited to let her know when it was out of reach.  Far to her right.
She would have to stretch to reach it. 

   Eying her mistake she extends her right arm out and dots the letter. 
The move proved deadly as her dress pulls taunt and reveals 60% of her
breasts fullness.  The tops of her areolas found oxygen.

   Of course from Morrison's angle he couldn't see them.  Besides he was
more interested in the fact her skirt rode higher still and offered him a
glimpse of her sweetly shadowed anal cavity.

   Monica feeling the sudden chill of her nipples exposing was only added
to by the sensation of the fabric irritating her nipples themselves.  The
rush made her cringe and whimper loudly and dig her fingertips into the
board.  The nails screeching gave them both goosebumps. 

   Morrison began intensifying his jerking off session.  He discovered her
naïve nature, so he thought, intoxicating.

   Eager Dane nods up toward her, "You also forgot to place a period at the
end of Class.  In both sentences."

   Sighing at his perfectionist tendency she gives up and reaches with less
worry.  Her time was almost over.  With a yelp she completes the two dots.
That was all it took.

   Both breasts burst free of her dress and crush against the chalkboard.
The second she back the dress slithered its way down to her navel.  Her
eyes erupt at the freedom.  Dane Morrison was seeing her naked one way or
another.  Giving in to the egg she yelps and staggers on the stool.  Her
brain grew lightheaded. 

   "Oh Fuck." Her hand slides down her front to caress her clit.  The other
hand drops the chalk to the floor breaking.  At this point there was no
denying her need to cum.  Moans escalate, her body tensing, forehead
pressed against the blackboard.

   Morrison's awe of seeing nearly the entirety of her body made him glance
about for prying eyes that he knew were near.

   Haunted by her situation Monica feels faint.  Eyes blurring she expels,
"Forgive me, Mr.  Morrison."

   He couldn't form words due to his rapid stroking.  He just prayed the
crumpled dress about her hips would finish falling away.

   G-spot demanding her immediate release Monica fell backwards helplessly.
This being her fourth orgasm of the day was taking its toll.  Her most
intense one yet.

   Between the terror of Morrison seeing it so dramatically and her own
excitement the world vanished for her.  Monica Gift blacked out.

   Morrison was forced to release his cock to catch her fall.  She
literally landed in his lap nearly dropping them both backwards in his
seat. If not for the desk behind him.  In her sudden fall the dress slipped
over her ass and clung to her calves. 

   Here was this eighteen year old Goddess lying across him.  Her eyes
rolled back into her head as her body spasms.  It was breathtaking.  Her
breasts heaving so beautifully full and perky.  Her flesh golden and silky.
Her thighs drenched in turn soaking his own pants beneath her.  Dane
Morrison nearly panicked as he realized his dick had popped up literally
between her legs.  The tiniest twitch and her labia would touch his girth.
He calmed himself as best he could and caressed her cheek out of concern.
That led to caressing her entire body.  She merely laid there helpless in
his arms.

   He wasn't certain what to do.  He knew he couldn't get help.  He was a
prisoner to her at the moment.

   She was breathing at least.  That gave him hope.  He would just wait for
her to regain consciousness.  He had to kiss her while she was out.  Her
lips sweet and supple.  Trembling beneath his. 

   Her breasts inviting he had to taste her nipples.  Lightly squeeze them.
Reach down her belly to her drowning pussy.  Fingers rub her clit.  Dip
within her. 

   It was then he felt the vibrations and swiftly moved his hand away.

   Panic sets in.  Morrison begins patting her face to revive her.  After
tense minutes she stirs and looks up into his eyes.

   "Did I finish the sentence?" She barely gets out.

   "I believe so.  Forgive me Miss Gift for this compromising situation."

   She realizes her location in his lap and reaches slowly between her
legs. She pleasantly discovers his erection.

   "Hello." She wags her brows tiredly.

   Her fingers then sink within her labia and pries out the egg to show
him.

   "This has to go." She first licks the egg dry then tosses it behind her
on to the desk.  They listen as it vibrates on the wood top without any
words shared.  dWith an unwavering gaze between their eyes Morrison
swallows dryly.

   "That was incredible."

   She smiles warmly, "Now you know why I got crude in class."

   "Yes.  I see that now.  That was certainly unexpected."

   Monica slides her hand back down her belly relocating his cock.

   "So is this." She flares her eyes.

   "Good God!  What have I done." He finds gloom in being caught.

   "It's okay.  This was my fault.  Not yours.  I caused this." She pinches
his mushroom shaped crown.

   Her fingers grip his girth and lightly acknowledges it to life.

   Morrison turned blue in the face at her temptations.  With mouth wide he
reaches to her legs and removes the dress from her.  It falls to the floor
beside them.  She only had her socks and shoes on.

   Monica intentional nudges his cock to smother amid her heated labia. 
The shock made him freeze.

   "Stop!  I can't do this." He pries her fingers from his cock and assists
her out of his lap. 

   Still in her numbed state her legs buckle and she collapses to her knees
in front of him.  Her arms rested on his kneecaps.

   He glares at her unexpected sadness.  She in turn licks her lips to
torment his confusion.

   Suddenly, Dane Morrison places his hands on the stubby chair arms.  He
then lowered his gaze.

   Hesitantly she leans forward and places her chin on the cloth of his
crotch, eying his exposing dick.  Her nasal exhales engulfing his
indecision with a warm blanket of breath.

   Fidgety, Morrison reaches one hand over to guide her hair from her eyes
for a better examination of her demeanor.  He then chooses to remove her
glasses placing them on the desk near the still activated egg.

   She smiles up at him before rolling her left palm along his slacks and
over the meaty foreskin of his cock.  instead of lingering there she
bypasses it to locate and unfasten his pants.  Monica then eases away to
mentally coax him into standing over her to lower his pants.  His boxers
followed them to his ankles.

   She massages his knees as he sits back down then seductively lowers her
face into his erection.  Her lips rolling over his bulging scrotum.  Long
deep exhales lead to a stiffer shade of purple.

   "Wait!  I can't." He groans shaking his head.

   She pouts up at him then proceeds to meld her tongue around his balls.
Pausing there she awaits his indecisive mind.

   Nervously he waves her onward. 

   Her tongue gently glides and surrounds the foreskin on her journey
north. Reaching his crown she flicks it.  Followed by a kiss.

   "Forgive me?" She whispers nuzzling his crown.

   "I do." He nods.

   Monica Gift deep throated him in that very revelation.  He reared back
and rested his head on the chair.  Upon rising to release his cock from her
lips she recites, "I will not be crude in class." 

   She swallows him again and again, each time repeating her punishment. 
On the tenth verse Dane Morrison caresses her cheek.

   "I knew you were stripping in my classroom." He blurts out.

   Eying him she swirls her tongue around his head then whispers, "I
masturbated on your desk today.  You sat in my wet spot."

   She devours his cock again holding it deep within her throat until she
turned pale.

   Sighing he pets her long sweaty mane, "It amazes me how loyal the
students are.  Not a single inclination of betrayal.  You must be something
special."

   She nods with her mouth full then pulls away with a popping sound of
tightly releasing lips.

   "Did you tell anyone?"

   He quivers at her gaze.  Her mouth lingering on his crown.

   "I believe more people know than they let on.  Ignorance is bliss.  I
know I personally haven't mentioned your antics in my class."

   Tongue flicks keep him inspired.

   "Teachers?  Principal Janson?" She enquires.

   He reluctantly declines an answer.  Her pout changes his mind.

   "My advice?  Continue on whatever mission you seem to be on.  I won't
stop you.  I must caution you though.  Do it when I don;'t see you
directly. The same for other Teachers.  Especially Lloyd Janson."

   A succulent kiss to his crown leads to, "Does he know?"

   Dane shrugs, "Nothing gets by him.  He noticed your dress today and said
nothing.  Correct?"

   She nods swallowing him half way before easing back up.  Her left hand
squeezing his balls.  He had to dart his head back again.

   "He said my dress was nice."

   "Then don't worry what he might say until he says it.  Wear it more
often."

   "Is that what you want?" She nuzzles her nose along the length of his
cock.

   "YES." He growls.

   "I intend to.  I have lots of dresses like that one.  Tomorrow I might
wear pink.  Or white.  Both are see through if you look closely.  Don't
expect underwear."

   "Christ woman." He snarls.

   She taunts her features all about his girth and sighs.  A kiss to his
crown allows him to look deep into her needy eyes.

   "Should I get Detention more often?" Her chin resting on his balls.

   He stares at her and nods, "If I give you detention again I might invite
a few Teachers to make sure you cooperate."

   Her eyes flare wide at the prospect, "They can watch me suck your dick."

   "And, I could watch you suck their dicks." He smugly grins.

   Her mouth trembles along his flesh with anticipation of more.

   "I could masturbate for all of you."

   He had, had enough.  Dane leans forward and grips her by the biceps. 
Hoisting her to her feet he turns her back to him before pulling her into
his lap.  His dick pops out in front of her between her legs.  Trembling
her body molds back into his grasp, his arms encircling her and squeezing
her breasts.  Her profile exhales warmly into his ear.

   A tender warm kiss to her neckline forces her eyes to close and enjoy
the sensations.  His beard eventually tickling her into a rash of giggles.

   Snarling he offers a guttural snap, "You're the Devil's Daughter."

   Without a reply she escorts his cock toward her still weeping pussy. 
Instinct kicks in and Dane penetrates her.  A loud gasp upon entry made her
caress his left cheek.  Hips gyrating over him feeds his desire.

   Whispering into his ear she confirms her evil nature.

   "I'm going to fuck boys on your desk."

   He huffs, "Wait until I leave the room."

   "I'm going to roam the halls naked and let boys kiss me all over."

   "Go for it."

   The taunting makes him thrust up into her more forcefully.  Her moans
intensifying with every thrust.

   Morrison decides to play her game.

   "Maybe your next Detention I'll get four Teachers to fuck you on that
desk behind us."

   She yelps softly and nibbles his earlobe, "Promise?"

   "YES!"

   "Make it five Teachers?"

   Growling Morrison lifts them from the chair and forces her to lean over
the desk.  Her upper body crushes into the top and feels his hand on her
shoulders dead center.  He was becoming aggressive.  Her heart raced at his
intentions.

   The hand on her shoulders relocated to the back of her neck.  Grip
tightening he fucked her silly.

   Her moans became muffled screams.  Her acceptance found room for one
more orgasm.  as if she had much choice.

   "God Dammit!" He grunts as he detonates into her pussy. 

   A shrill cry of 'Yessssssssssssssssssss!" hissed across the desk.

   Triumphant over her Dane Morrison slapped her on the ass as his dick
withdrew.  She yelped and hid her face from him.

   It hurt.  A lot.

   She eases up slowly on her arms over the desk and looks back at him
through a web of brown hair.  Giggling she expresses, "You won't be so
crude in class."

   Smugly he slaps her ass a second time.  Her yelp found teary eyes. 
Eighteen more slaps pelted her cheeks.  Each impact he recited the verse.

   She loved every strike regardless of the redness welting up.

   Dane finally exhausted himself and got dressed.  He literally stood on
her dress until he was done.  In his mind he was glad he had gotten a
Vasectomy years ago. 

   Eying the still vibrating egg on the desk he reaches over to capture
it. 

   Monica rolls over on the desk wincing at the fire consuming her ass. 
She trembles as he moves between her legs and slips the egg back up inside
her.  The sensitivity struck home immediately.

   "I believe that was yours.  Wear it home you little slut.  See you in
the morning."

   Nodding slowly she stares into his eyes, "Detention next week?  Five
Teachers.  Bring condoms."

   Pointing at her nose he growls, "NOBODY KNOWS OF TODAY."

   "I won't talk.  I swear."

   "I'll see what I can do.  No promises."

   He steps back, bending over to pick up her dress.  Holding it out by the
strings in front of her. 

   She claims it and slips it over her head.  as soon as it was in place
Morrison yanked her into a kiss.  A warm succulent kiss.  She gave him the
sweetest French lesson ever.

   One last slap to her ass he grunts, "Get the fuck out of here."

   She wiggled toward the door after picking up her glasses and purse.  At
the door she lifts her skirt once more and rubs her ass on both sides.

   With a smile she leaves him feeling like a Beast.

   Dane knew he had it in him.

   Leaving the school with a limp, Monica found Ryan waiting outside.  In
his car blaring Metal music.  She danced her way into the passenger seat.

   "How did it go."

   She starts to speak then shrugs, "Boring."

   "Tease him?"

   "Yep."

   "Orgasm in front of him?"

   "Yep."

   "Was he turned on?"

   "Yep."

   He didn't need to ask anything more.  He knew.

   "You okay?"

   "YEP!" She turns to face him.

   His heart dropped until her hand crept over to his crotch.

   "I owe you a hand job."

   "You don't have....."

   She wrestled his pants open and gripped his cock.  He didn't resist.

   As she jerked him off she spotted Dane Morrison heading to his car.  Her
hand moved faster at seeing him. 

   Ryan noticed.

   Regardless he jizzed all over her knuckles. 

   "Ready?" She smiles at Ryan.

   "Yep!"

   Reaching her cum coated hand out the window she yells, "Bye Mr. 
Morrison."

   He waved back and got into his car.

   Monica never felt so good.

   It was an all time high.

   Until tomorrow.



   Monica 21: Rinse Charming

   After a delicate Wednesday at school, Monica Gift had showed up Thursday
more reserved.  She forwent any dress this round and wore a tight
sleeveless yellow top with buttons down the front.  It did however stop
short at the waist sporting her stunning belly button.  Another clothing
rule broken. 

   Her pants were white spandex however.  Hugging every single curve she
had.  Her butt crack evident by it's creeping recess.  It also offered a
serious Cameltoe.  Impossible not to notice.  It was do or die today.  If
her dress yesterday met approval from even the Principal she felt it might
need another adventurous risk.  Today she wore contacts.  Her glasses were
just too in the way.

   Her first few classes met without any difficulty.  Even Dane Morrison
chose to look the other way even though she did bend over in front of him.
She did notice he hid behind his desk more than usual.  She presumed his
hard on was impossible to conceal.

   Her admirers kept mum overall at her request.  Too much too soon from
the other girls would create unwanted chaos.  She needed her followers to
benefit her later in the day.

   Her last class before lunch she shared with the handsome jock, "Toby".
She had made a promise to her new friend Lindsey that she would get Toby
naked in front of her.  But, only if she did the same for him.  Stressfully
she agreed.

   She had began texting Toby the night before enticing him that she had a
surprise for him the following day.  He had to cut class at 1:00 to join
him outside the Girl's locker room.  Her evil smiley face emoticons left
him hanging.  Toby presumed he was finally going to tag her once and for
all.  He had a shit eating grin all day long.  She merely wagged her finger
at him to behave. 

   At lunch she hooked up with Lindsey to make certain her redheaded friend
hadn't changed her mind.

   "It's almosssssssssssssst time." Monica playfully jabbed Lindsey Ritter
in the ribs.

   Lindsey giggled and swatted at her to stop, "Don't bruise me before he
see's me."

   Eye brows raise at her bravado, "You can't wait can you?"

   "I'm still terrified.  But, I'm going through with it better or worse."

   "I'm proud of you." A soft tender hug is embraced between the two.

   "I just hope he doesn't chicken out." Lindsey pats her hands as if
praying.

   "Doubt it.  Remember to be seductive.  Just not to over the top that it
looks fake." Monica advises.

   "I practiced in bed last night.  It was so erotic."

   "Rubbed that Kitty didn't you?" Monica laughs.

   Blushing Lindsey cringes, "Maybe."

   "Good for you.  I do it every chance I get.  And, I get lots of
chances." She laughs at herself.

   Before any more advice could be given, out of the blue Toby and his
friend Carson showed up.  He spotted them instantly and casually waved.

   "Oh my God!  There he is." Lindsey shivers.

   "Tease." Monica whispers.

   "How?" She shudders.

   "Blow him a kiss."

   Lindsey smiles warmly and blows a kiss over her palm at him.  Toby was
taken back by her response.  He literally pointed at himself for
confirmation it was meant for him.  Her affirmation nod was enough to make
him blush.

   "He's turning red.  Oh my God.  He's shy."

   Monica scowls recalling Toby to be the first dick dangling over her in
the Men's room shooting his load on her, "Maybe a little."

   "You keep this confidence.  I'll see you in the locker room by 1:05. 
Let's give time for Coach Mary to head upstairs to the gym and teach
class."

   "Okay.  I promise I won't chicken out."

   Another hug later Monica steps away. 

   Moving her way through the cafeteria Monica notes the Teacher's table
again scrutinizing over her attire.  She merely fluttered her fingers at
them and joined Toby and Carson.

   "Better eat fast.  You're going to need all the energy you can get." She
sticks her tongue out at him.

   "Oh yeah?  So, how come Lindsey blew me a kiss?"

   "She likes you.  Just give her time."

   "Do you like me?" He smirks.

   "I like all men.  Some girls maybe.  Not quite sure just yet."

   "Why the girl's locker room?" He narrows his eyes.

   "Coach Mary will be upstairs.  Loads of privacy.  Besides I've already
done it in the Men's locker room." She chuckles.

   Carson nods at her joking around.

   "Cool.  I'm game." Toby huffs with a bragging glint toward his Buddy.

   "Great.  I'm going to go get ready.  I can't wait to get you naked." Her
eyes bat at him.

   Carson whistles and elbows Toby, "Lucky bastard."

   "Yup!"

   The clock ticked by without haste. 

   At 1:00 Toby met Monica just outside the girl's locker room.  He tried
to grab her for a kiss but she slaps his cheek playfully.

   "Save it for inside Tough Guy."

   He brusquely holds her arms giving her a chill.  She got immediately wet
from his advance.  She had to close her eyes and retreat into herself to
keep in check.

   "Let's go.  I want a shower." She winks up at him.

   Letting go she grabs his hand and cautiously leads him through the door.
Once inside she locks the door and guides him toward the blind area where
the showers and lockers were.  It was there he found his ambush.

   "Holy!" He growls stopping cold as he spotted Rosa, Chey, Amber, Tamera,
Stacy, Gina, Sonya, Thea, and numerous others standing quietly in wait. 
All were in towels.

   "Surprise." Monica nudges him forward. 

   He was claimed by whispering girls surrounding him and touching him all
over.  He wasn't sure whether to resist and run or have the time of his
life.  As towels dropped he gave in without struggle.  He was now having
Rosa and Chey lifting his t-shirt over his head.  His bare chest had very
little hair but he was toned from fitness training.  They marveled at his
abs.  He smirked with every ounce of nerve he had.  The jock felt
overwhelmed.

   "Nice.  Very nice." He grins down at Rosa.  Then Tamera lost her towel.
Amber next.  When it got to Sonya he winced at her but regardless waved her
to abandon it.  Surprisingly he found her pudgy body attractive. 

   Monica slipped out of her own clothing and muscled in on the fun.  She
unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants.  Stacy and Gina took turns
removing his boots and socks.  Once ready Monica lowered his pants until he
could step out.  Only tented up boxers remained.

   Monica looks up at him, "Ready for the big surprise?"

   He wheezes, "Hell yeah."

   The girls that congregated all around him parted to reveal a pair of
benches moved side by side with towels laced on them for comfort.  On said
towels lay the sexy redhead, "Lindsey".

   His jaw dropped at her beauty.  Sprawled out and supported up on both
elbows she sighs heavily.

   "You got your wish."

   "Daaaaamn!  Wasn't expecting this.  Wow!  Ummmm hi." He swallows.

   She caresses her stomach and moves her fingers over her breasts to
circle each nipple.  All while looking up at him without blinking.

   "Worth the wait?" She pouts.

   "HELL YES!" He looks toward the ceiling and bellows, "THANK YOU GOD!"

   He tries to move over her but the girls crowd in around him.  Rosa and
Chey slither into his sides and taunt him with their breasts.  Nipples
teasing his arms and ribcage.  They stood on tiptoe and nibbled at his ear
lobes.  He looked distressed.  Afraid that this might be some cruel joke.

   Monica then moved behind Lindsey and knelt beside her. 

   "He's still hiding from you isn't he?"

   She nods feverishly, "Yes.  I'm naked.  He's not."

   "Make your move, Sexy." Monica whispers so that only she could hear her.

   Lindsey sits up with legs to both sides of the benches.  The gap forced
her legs wide.  She then seductively moved forward to grip the waistband of
his boxers.

   "I'm going to help you out of these." She tells him with a soft alluring
voice.

   He nervously nods as her fingers pry the boxers low until his monster
cock springs out from under the elastic.  The shock of it's appearance made
Lindsey drop her jaw and look at it's wag with a mesmerizing gaze.

   "Oh my God!  He's huge.  Sexy but huge."

   Toby suddenly smirked, "Glad you like him."

   She nods repetitively, "I do."

   Monica crawls toward the edge of the benches and pats the end with her
hand.  Lindsey scooted toward Toby softly and sensually.  Her eyes
glistening with desire.

   He swallowed at her advance but there was no denying it.  He was rock
hard.  Every girl there cooed at the sight of it.

   Monica sets up on her knees and whispers to Lindsey, "Do you want to
touch it?"

   Another helpless round of silent nods she hesitantly raises both hands
up to delicately caress his cock.  His eyes rolled back at the sensation.

   "He's magnificent." Lindsey whimpers petting it with both sets of
fingers.

   Monica groans silently at her comment.  A bit much she thought.

   "Do you want me to show you how to stroke him?" Monica offers.

   "No.  I can do it." She murmurs with confidence.

   Monica settles back almost disappointed but knew this wasn't about her
desires.  She wanted to help her friend.

   As Lindsey probed her palms around his girth she watched as Rosa and
Chey roamed his chest with their own hands.  Behind him stood Amber and
Stacy touching his back and scalp.  The sight made Lindsey turned on beyond
belief.

   All around them the other girls began touching themselves.  Turned on by
the actions taken.

   Toby enjoyed her naïve caresses.  Finally, Lindsey found his bulging
ball sack and marveled at it.  Looking up at him with doe like eyes she
whispers, "Does it hurt?  Being so tight."

   He huffs, "Pure agony.  God you're beautiful."

   "Thank you.  I love your body too."

   "No.  Not just your body Lindsey.  Everything about you."

   She finds his change in demeanor cute, "I'm glad you like all of me. 
I'm doing this much at least to show you I'm trying."

   "Trying?  Truthfully you didn't have to go this far." He clears his
throat, "But, I'm glad you did."

   She smiles at him warmly, "Sit with me."

   The girls gracefully follow his descent as he straddles the bench in
front of her.  Her fingers resuming their touch of his cock.  Now the two
were closer. 

   "You can touch me again if you like." She shyly lowers her gaze.

   Cautiously he starts to squeeze her breasts then stops.  Instead he
chooses to place his palms on both sides of her face and draws her into a
kiss. 

   The girls around them all offer a deep exhale of his choices.

   It was romantic.

   Even Monica had to whine at them.

   After a tender kiss Lindsey lowers her face to kiss his neck, then
chest. Her hands roaming his shoulders and biceps.  Eventually their trail
returned to his cock.  Toby had to restrain himself.

   "I'm going to lay back now.  Will you jerk off and let me watch you?"
She gives him the sweetest pout.

   "I can do that."

   He stands back up and hovers over her legs.  It was awkward but he
managed.  Stroking himself while never once letting his eye contact avert
from hers, he felt a sudden need to show her he could ignore the other
beauties around him.  It wasn't easy.  They had began touching him again.

   Behind him knelt Amber who marveled at his swaying ball sack.  Her hand
gravitated in to lightly squeeze them.  He noticed but said nothing.  As
did Lindsey.  She too said nothing.

   Lindsey bit her lower lip in anticipation.  She had seen pornos but
never once in person.  She knew it would get messy.

   Groaning he rapidly moved his hand.  The friction driving his sensations
to the brink.  As his body quaked Lindsey moved closer beneath him until
her thighs were directly under him.  It was there she coaxed him further.
Touching herself she rubbed her clit and offered her own adorable moans.

   "Hurry Toby."

   Eying her needy glare he nutted like a thunderstorm.  Shot after shot he
detonated a massive coat of white all over her.  Her pubic region flooded.
Her belly pelted.  Her chest trickling from droplets.  In his final throes
he lowered toward her massaging fingertips and slapped his dick on her
knuckles.  She removed her fingers and boldly let him caress his crown over
her clit.  She looked terrified but remained calm.

   "Christ!  That was more than I've ever shot." He breathes heavily.

   She moans and lays there lifeless.

   Monica smirked to herself, "I got more than she did.  Lies!  Lies!  All
lies."

   The girls suddenly nurtured closer to admire his leftovers on her.  Toby
had to back away and stand up before he fell backwards.  He suddenly
realized the girls were hungry.  Rosa, Chey, Amber, Tamara, and Gina
crouched around Lindsey and began licking his cum off of her body. 

   Lindsey was in too much ecstasy to fight them.  It did feel good after
all. 

   Monica used her index finger and gathered a droplet from Lindsey's chest
before Chey sucked on her nipple.  With a tender move she placed her finger
up to Lindsey's mouth and smeared it on her lips. 

   Lindsey glanced over at Monica who shared an extremely tender moment
with her.  Lindsey licked her lips and flared her eyes.

   "That tastes good." The redhead whispered.

   Monica kissed her on the cheek for just a moment before Lindsey yelped
and lifted her gaze.  Between her legs was her friend Sonya licking her
clit.  The girl stared at Lindsey with a grim look of "OH FUCK!  WRONG
MOVE."

   Lindsey crinkled her nose and dropped her head back down.  Her left arm
covered her eyes.

   Sonya decided to continue.

   Lindsey let her.  The regret would come later.  Her friend had a
talented tongue.

   Above them Toby watched and kept jerking off. 

   Monica stood up and got dressed.  Her mission was over.

   The other girls? 

   Their moans filled the room.  Every damned one of them was masturbating.

   Toby took turns standing over each of them for inspiration.

   After a round of screaming orgasms Toby shot a second load. 

   Strangely it was on Sonya's ass.

   Her expression after lifting her glossy lips from Lindsey's snatch was
priceless.

   Everyone had a good laugh.

   Finally, Toby crouched down beside Lindsey.

   "Next time, let's just do this alone.  Okay?"

   She smiles embarrassed by enjoying Sonya so much.  It was unexpected.

   "Definitely."

   "God you're beautiful." He brushes the red strands from her eyes.

   Melting she forces herself up to stand in front of him.  She hugs him
tightly feeling his wet erection rub against her belly.  His hands rub the
length of her spine, then her ass cheeks.  It was tenderness all the way.

   Lindsey was glad things went this far.

   Toby embraced her knowing he would fuck her very soon. 

   Hell, knowing him he would fuck every girl in the room.

   Including the chunky goddess Sonya. 

   Yeah, Toby was a whore.  He just played it off with style.

   Monica left the locker room before the bell.

   Slightly disappointed.

   She hadn't even touched herself.

   What the hell?



   Monica 22: Lay Away

   Dave Calahan was lucky to still own his Mattress Store.  After a nasty
divorce his e-wife got everything else.  The arrangement got so bad that he
secretly lived in his store just to keep it open.  With no house to call
home he was forced to utilize his own place of employ to lay his weary
bones.  It was either that or impose on his Sister Lucinda and her family
of seven.  Not much choice really.  He had a back room with a Fridge and
Microwave.  A table and chairs along with a TV in his break room.  The only
tough aspect was that he had to bathe in the small powder room set aside
for customers.  Nothing was going his way.  Until today.

   This beautiful Friday afternoon might be sparse concerning sales but the
rest of his day was looking up.

   Dave and his showroom Salesman "Billy" were re-arranging the stock out
front to make the furnishings more appealing.  He had spent a small fortune
on bed linen just to be eye candy in hopes sales might get a boost.

   Hearing the front bell tinkle upon entry the two men halted their
relocation of a Queen bed set to offer services to the potential
customer. 

   Dave strolled to the front of his store alone.  The sight he found took
his breath away.

   "Well if it isn't the Hammock Girl.  How's life Kid?" Dave admired the
young beauty before him.

   Monica smiled warmly as she approached him in tight white shorts that
offered a hint of camel toe, bobby socks with pumps, and a spaghetti string
white top that held little to be desired.  Her tanned flesh peered through
the garment vividly.

   "Hi Dave.  Miss me?"

   The man in his 40's rubbed his chin, "You know it.  What brings you to
my fine establishment?"

   She holds her wrists behind her back to bulge her breasts more, "I'm
looking for a comfortable bed....to play in."

   His brow raises at her mischief, "Play in?"

   "You said I could come play in your store.  Here I am." She sways her
upper body from side to side.

   His pulse rose at the idea that she really took advantage of his offer.
He figured that day in her backyard was a one time event.  Surely she
wouldn't want anything more to do with old farts like he and friends Elvis
and Owen.

   Contemplating his next move Dave looked over his shoulder to spot where
and what younger Billy Samson was up to.  He wasn't certain if Billy could
be trusted in this situation.  He being in his mid-twenties of age. 

   "A warning might have been better.  My sales guy needs to be filled in
before I risk this." He frets.

   She pouts with a puffy lower lip, "Why?  I want everyone to see me.  He
can too." 

   "Yea!  Problem is he's Gay.  I'm not sure how he feels about such
things."

   Monica fidgets her lips, "Let's find out." She then loudly calls out,
"BILLY?"

   Her voice carried enough to catch his attention.  In seconds the man
made his way through the store.  Dave was beet red.

   "Someone call me?" The five foot five young man with boyish looks
approached.

   "Hi Billy.  I'm Monica.  A friend of Dave."

   Billy eyed her stunning presence then glared over at Dave with a mental
question.

   "What am I missing here?" Billy dared to be filled in.

   Dave grumbles, "I'm doing my best to try and keep from offending you,
Billy."

   "Offending me how?" His brow wiggled.

   "Dave's afraid you will be upset with the idea of an exhibitionist
posing naked in his store."

   Billy looks around him dramatically, "Where is He?" 

   Dave closed his eyes humiliated.

   "Not a He.  A Me." Monica giggled.

   "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!  I knew that." Billy chuckled waving his hand at
her in a girlish way.

   " I'm sorry Billy." Dave whispered.

   "Don't be.  It's your store.  Just don't give me any hassle when I
decide to do that." He smirked at Monica.

   Monica busted up at his dramatic expression, "Too funny.  I like Billy,
Dave."

   Billy feigns a blush, "I might just make you my new fag hag."

   Her eyes flare with mischief, "I kissed a girl and I liked it.  But I
love boys."

   " Well I've done more than that and it was just blah.  I love boys too."

   "God help me." Dave shakes his head.

   "If you're asking for my blessing I say go for it.  Just because I'm gay
doesn't mean I'm a prude.  Besides, Dave needs to get over "Mona".  A young
sweet thing like you might take his mind off of the Ex."

   "Ex?  Oh, I'm sorry Dave." Monica felt badly.

   "Life goes on Kid."

   Monica leans into him offering a hug.  He could feel her chest crushing
into his.  The scent of her hair made him realize that his dick was having
fits.  He was forced to hide his erection nervously.

   Billy noticed immediately pointing at it devilishly, "And, there's my
raise."

   Monica took a deep breath before laughing, "Oh my God.  So funny.  It's
okay Dave.  I know it can't be helped.  I'm too hot."

   Dave nodded with a smirk, "So!  You're okay if I take any risks here,
Billy?"

   Billy places his left hand on his cheek, "This I have to see."

   Dancing in step Monica cheers with clapping hands, "How can we make this
extra awesome?"

   Dave shrugs looking at Billy, "Any ideas?"

   "So I'm a Bedding Planner now?"

   "Oh my God!  I'm going to pee." She laughs harder.

   "Not on my fresh linen." Billy hisses.

   "So I suppose cumming on said linen is out of the question too." She
giggles and rubs up on Dave in front of Billy.

   "Ordinarily I would say No." He frowns mid smirk, "But, if you can make
David here smile for even a minute I'll allow it."

   Dave rolls his eyes, "IT'S MY STORE." 

   "I have nothing more to say." Billy humbly excuses himself laughing.

   Dave groans as Monica decides to hug him, her chest crushing hard into
his.

   "Can I do anything I want?" She peers up at him with doe like eyes.

   "Christ Almighty!  Yeah!  It's only illegal.  Hell I barely do business
enough to stay open as is."

   She felt bad suddenly, "Is it really that bad?"

   "Yeah!  I'm probably going to have to let poor Billy go here soon. 
Can't afford to pay him."

   She increases her hugs strength making Dave sigh and rub the length of
her spine.

   "What if we did something to increase business?" She digs her chin into
his chest.

   "What are you suggesting?"

   She releases him and runs her hands through her long brown hair, "How
about we have a raffle?"

   "What?  Raffle off a bed?" He looked puzzled.

   "Yes.  Something cheaper.  But the raffle gets better.  The winner gets
to give me a naked baby oil massage on said bed.  Wherever they want to set
the bed up.  Condition being it must be set up outdoors."

   "Hmmmm!  I might just buy all the tickets." He chuckles.

   "Why would you put yourself deeper in debt?  You can do that to me just
by asking."

   His brows raise out of surprise, "Really?"

   "Absolutely.  You and your friends helped me awhile back.  I'll return
the favor."

   "After Billy heads home?" He hints.

   "Sure!  But let's do something crazy before then.  That bed set up in
the front window facing the street.  I want to masturbate on it with people
walking by."

   "Busy sidewalk.  That Vapor store next door does lots of business. 
Hell, all the stores around me do more business than I do."

   "You go make up 20 raffle numbers on paper.  I'll find us some buyers."

   Twisting in step she wiggles away.  Her shorts barely containing her ass
cheeks.  Dave had to slap his face at his luck.

   Monica left his storefront and stepped next door to the adjoining
building.  A Vapor shop called, "Darth Vapor's".

   Entering she discovered a pair of Stoner types in their late 20's
running the store.  They immediately took interest in her and jumped to
assist.

   "Can we help you?" Said he shorter of the two.

   She looks around at the different types of flavors in a large case.

   "Do you sell a flavor called, "Sexy Bitch"?"

   Both shake their heads, "Can't say that we have."

   "How about "Perfect Body"?"

   "Nope." He eyes her chest, her nipples grandstanding for their pleasure.

   "That's okay.  I don't smoke anyway.  But, now that I have your
attention can I ask you a question?" She stretches on her toes.

   The taller bearded Salesman hisses, "Shoot."

   "Do you two think I'm sexy?"

   Both men drop their jaws and utter as one voice, "Yes."

   "So sweet.  Thank you.  Can I be blunt with you?"

   "Yeah." They nod.

   "I'm going to masturbate in the front window of the Mattress store in
about an hour.  Would you watch me?"

   They offer a numb expression of disbelief.  The taller one decides to
speak, "No way."

   She pinches her nipples in front of them while nodding affirmatively
slow and innocently.

   "My friend Dave is raffling off a bed too.  Fifty dollar entry per
raffle ticket.  Incentive being, if you win you get to give me a baby oil
massage on that bed.  Condition being the winner must set the bed up
outdoors for all too see.  His choice where."

   The men stand unblinking at her words. 

   "This a joke?" The shorter man mutters.

   "Not at all.  Interested?  Please say yes." She bites her lower lip and
dances on her toes.

   A shrug amongst themselves they still doubt her intent.  Finally Monica
fidgets a moment before just lifting her shirt up to show them her breasts.
That was enough to convince them.

   "Fifty dollars a ticket right?" The shorter man,"Paul" rubs the back of
his neck.

   "Yes.  Can I count on you two?"

   Nodding with conviction the men agree.

   "Awesome.  If you have friends that are trustworthy call them and get
them next door in about fifty minutes.  Deal?"

   "On it." The taller man, "Nick" quickly replies.  Both men had their
cells out at the same time.

   "Oh, and if for any reason neither of you win the raffle?  I'll come
back another day and do a raffle at your store.  Anything I can help to get
you guys business."

   Their eyes meet at the possibilities. 

   She wiggles away smiling.  She knew she was on a roll.

   Returning to Dave's she laughs at seeing Billy spreading rose petals on
the bed in the showroom window.

   "So sweet.  Thank you for being on my side." She steps over to the man.

   "Oh these aren't for you.  I'm going to have my own raffle and jerk off
in the window after you're done.  I might get in on the action."

   "You should." She busts up laughing.

   "Two can play this game."

   "Absolutely."

   "I'm just kidding.  While I might wince at seeing you naked I do admire
your boldness.  Now if you get any handsome young men naked I might start
howling."

   "I'll do my best.  Just for you."

   "Give me a hug you Bitch." He smirks.

   She jumps at the offer.

   Dave returns with a bowl filled with cut up numbers.

   "I only made 10 numbers up.  I didn't see much reason to make more. 
This is too short notice to get many folks in here for this."

   "Ye of little faith." Monica sighs with a frown.

   "I just hate losing money.  While this bed isn't top of the line it's
still not cheap."

   "Relax.  Once tonight is over you will thank me." She convinces with a
grin.

   Looking at his watch Dave returns his gaze to Billy.

   "Where the hell did you find rose petals?" Dave discovers the mess.

   Billy smirks, "I never leave home without them.  I'm a romantic."

   Dave slaps his forehead, "Unbelievable."

   As the clock runs out Monica begins to realize her idea might have gone
south.  Nobody had showed up.  Still, traffic was heavy.  Mostly in cars
though.  The sidewalks were getting scarce of people so late in the
evening. 

   Finally, she shrugs and looks at Dave, "Guess I'm all yours."

   He merely stared at her hurtful expression, "Sorry Kid."

   She shrugs, "I'm still doing this."

   With another glare outside she pulls her shirt up over her head and
stood topless.  The shorts dropped equally as fast.  Now only in her bobby
socks she threw her arms in the air to cry out.

   "FREE AT LAST!"

   Billy covered his eyes and excused himself, heading to the back of the
store. 

   Crawling up on to the mattress Monica faced the massive window of the
store.  Propping her upper body under pillows for a more perched appearance
she spreads her legs and begins massaging her clit.

   Dave eyes her then has a brilliant idea.  He leaves her to head outside
and face his own showroom window to watch her.  He even went so far as to
record her on his cellphone.  This made Monica smile.

   Her smile brewed as Dave's friends Elvis and Owen showed up parking in
front of the store at angles.  Then came friends of theirs.  Mechanics from
Owen's car sales. 

   Before long there were seven viewers outside. 

   Then stepped out the Vapor boys, "Nick and Paul".  They were accompanied
by three of their friends whom disbelieved their story when they had called
them.  All eyes now knew for certain it was a fact.

   Dave raced in to get his raffle papers and stopped just long enough to
look at Monica.

   "GET BUSY."

   She laughed at his frantic outburst and forced herself to give a better
show.

   As she saw money being handed over and numbers given out she whimpered
at her sensations igniting within.

   Burrowing fingers up inside her pussy with her left hand and stimulating
her clit with her right hand she was building up for a liquid fireworks
display.

   As the gathering watched her intently even more people took interest. 
Dave was forced to race back inside to make up more raffles.  Luckily Billy
was way ahead of him.  He had seen the crowd grow and had helped his boss
out.

   "Thanks Billy.  This is insane." Dave races away.

   Under his breath Billy chuckles, "Just wait until they realize it's me
they win with the bed."

   He was joking of course.

   After selling twenty two raffle tickets Monica became so in tune that
she squirted all over her knuckle.  The scene generated a greedy applause
from outside.  Her hormones wouldn't let her stop.  After a minute of titty
teasing for them she rolled over and propped her ass in the air mere inches
from the window.  She then began masturbating all over again in a doggy
style position.  In her glorious ecstasy Monica buried her face into the
pillows moaning and crying out her vivid reality.

   Dave decided to be sneaky and bring the gathering indoors without her
knowing.  Silently the group enters and surrounds the bed.  During her
quest for Nirvana she screams and detonates a second round of scalding hot
juices.

   Still with her butt in the air posing, Dave decided to lean in and slap
her on the ass.

   The shock made her squeal and lift her face away from the pillows. 
Eying the group she makes eye contact with each of them.

   "Well hello there." She giggles.

   Rearing up on her knees she crushes her 34DDD's beneath her squeezing
hands.  All eyes dropped to watch her playfully jostle her boobs about. 
Tongue swirling her nipples in unison of each other.

   "Best drive-in movie I ever saw." Owen chuckles.

   The band of men smirk amongst themselves at his jest.  Age showed.

   Monica nibbles her lower lip then pats the mattress all around her,
encouraging everyone to sit down.  Greedy the bunch follows her lead and do
as told.  She then makes a journey from one to the next hugging them from
behind and trailing her nipples along their shoulders and neckline.  The
men were mesmerized and receptive.

   "Which one of you wants to win this bed?" She softly, seductively
recites.

   "ME!" They all erupt.

   She shyly settles back on to her calves.

   "Who wants to give me a massage on this bed?"

   "Cut it out.  We all do and you know it." Dave rolls his eyes as the men
laugh.

   "I meant now.  Not after they win the bed." She coyly points out with a
sly grin.

   This made the group stir.  They all would love to.

   "Dave?  Call out the number of the bed winner first."

   He nods at her request.  Digging from a second written copy of the
numbers in a jar he calls out, "17"

   She giggles, "Not any more.  I just turned 18."

   Their eyes bulge at her comment. 

   "It's true.  She's 18 so stop your panicking." Dave scowls.

   The winner was Nick's friend "Wade".  Wade was a stoner with long blond
hair and worked at a Car Wash.

   Hugging him for winning she whispers into his ear, "Take me and the bed
anywhere you want.  As long as it's outdoors and people can see you massage
me all over."

   He chuckles, "Maybe a Car Wash stall where I work." 

   She claps her hands with a rapid joy at his idea.

   Once accepted Monica turns to Dave, " Now call out a number to see who
gets to massage me right here, right now.  On another bed, of course."

   Dave offers a hesitant expression.  He hadn't planned on utilizing every
bed in the store.  Grimacing he reaches in for another number and calls
out, "5" .

   A mechanic from Owen's dealership chuckles and reveals his number to
everyone.  All around him he heard groans from those who were not selected.

   Monica pouted at their behavior.  She hadn't counted on their desires
becoming so evident.

   As she fidgeted a familiar voice called out from the far end of the
room.

   "Oh just let them all massage you already." grumbled Billy.

   Her eyes located him and she smiled as he dangled what appeared to be
rope and a ball gag.

   Dave shakes his head in thought, "Does Billy keep all of this crap in my
store?"

   Before Dave could react further Monica crawled off of the bed and
seductively wiggled her way toward Billy.  Reaching him she offers him a
devilish look.

   "Use these much?" She hisses.

   "Every chance I get.  Let's tie your hoochie coochie up."

   Giddy she holds a finger up to make everyone wait there a moment.  This
gave Billy a chance to bring her to a King Size bed complete with a
stunning wrought iron headboard and footboard combo.  He had already placed
a disposable cloth over the mattress itself.  The covering would keep the
use of any oils from getting to the mattress and staining it.

   Monica hops into bed and looks confused.

   "Never been tied up before?" Billy raises a brow.

   "Actually, no.  Should I lay on my front or back?"

   "When I do it I lay on my belly.  Obvious reasons." He pats his own ass
delicately.

   She huffs, "TMI!"

   Regardless she stretched out on her stomach and let Billy tie her ankles
wide and tightly to the footboard.  Her wrists were then bound snugly to
the headboard.  So tightly that she couldn't flex her limbs an inch.

   "There!  Now for the final touch." He then places a ball between her
lips and tethered a leather strap around her head.  Her hair carefully laid
to her left profile to expose her succulent neckline. 

   "Ready Boo?" Billy sighs heavily.

   With a muffled "Mmmhmm!" She settles there in wait.

   Billy lifts a bottle of baby oil over his head, "Come and get me.  I
mean HER."

   The group filters around from all angles until they see her bound spread
eagle.  Their comments were brutally honest.  They all loved her ass and
the perfect little hole in it.  Her cheeks widely expressing both the
cavity and her clam shaped pussy.  They could tell she was tightening her
abdomen and leg muscles.  It was like her pussy was breathing.

   Dave glanced at Billy with concern.  Billy merely waved a set of fingers
as if to tell him to relax.  That wasn't going to happen.

   Each of the group found a place to sit on the mattress.  Going so far as
to crawl over the footboard to sit between her legs.  The mechanic "Ross",
who had won this massage took a pillow and carefully placed it under her
belly to hoist her ass in the air more vibrantly.  It was a work of art.

   Billy then offered him the baby oil bottle as if giving him an Award. 
He accepted graciously.

   Tilting the bottle high he coated every visible inch of her flesh. 
Billy had even heated the oil in the microwave for a tender feeling of
warmth.  Monica cooed.

   Ross then led the way to massaging her spine and shoulders.  He nodded
to the others to enjoy her arms and legs.  Before long she adored six sets
of hands roaming her flesh.

   Nick from the Vapor store began squeezing her ass cheeks, prying them
apart for a lively exposure of inviting temptation.  His thumbs teased her
ass hole causing her to expel a confined exhale.  Followed by a whimper of
pleasure.  With that she burrows her face directly into the mattress. 

   Dave begins feeling awkward about everything even though friends Owen
and Elvis nudge him for being their hero.  He didn't feel like one.  It all
felt wrong.  This young girl might be old enough to make her own decisions
but she still seemed to follow along when others threw ideas at her.  Was
this her decision or was she just trying to make everyone else happy?  He
knew one thing.  The massage was as far as this gathering was going to get.
Enough was enough.

   Turning to look at Billy he spotted the gay gentleman with his own hand
down his pants fondling himself.  It wasn't Monica that had his focus
though.  It was easy to realize it was all of the concealed erections that
the men had which was the cause.  With a scowl and an albeit angry look at
Billy the gay man rolled his eyes and pulled his hand from his pants. 

   Fingers discovered her labia and slipped inside her.  Nick and a friend
named "Patton" were exploring the pink recesses of her pussy.  Her moans
were enough to offer them hope that this might progress further.

   With Dave's returning gaze he spots the men digging in and clears his
throat loudly.

   "The massage doesn't include inside there Fellas."

   Below them Monica rears her head back and attempts to locate Dave.  He
edges around the others and kneels beside her to see her trembling eyes.

   "Do you want them to stop Honey?" He surmises.

   Shaking her head negatively he hears a strangling, "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

   His gut required antacid at that point.  This was going beyond his
comfort zone.  Still he looked over at Owen and Elvis for direction.

   Finally, Dave rises and throws his palms in the air.

   "Get her off then stop.  Nobody is having sex with her in my store.  Am
I clear?"

   The men groan at his choices but they comply.  With help lifting her
hips even higher Nick twists and turns his three submerged fingers and
finger fucks her.  Her shrill muffled screams echoed throughout the
showroom. 

   Patton had began slapping her ass as well.

   Dave had to step outside and smoke.

   In minutes Monica juiced the bed covers beneath her and Nick's knuckles.
Her straining against the ropes binding her was a show all by itself.  The
struggle was a major turn on.

   Finally, Billy intervened and untied her hands and ankles from the
rails. She still had the ropes attached to her limbs for show.

   Rolling over ever so slowly on to her back she gave the group a look of
yearning.  She outstretched her arms and legs once more.  The guys took the
hint and retied her body tauntly to the bed rails.  Now they had a full
frontal view of her heaving chest and hungry eyes.  The ball gag forced
drool over her cheeks. 

   Just seeing her helplessness the men eyed each other for further
decisions.  Did anybody want to keep things going? 

   Ross Devlin certainly did.  The baby oil flowed freely across her body.
Hands decided instantly to at least frolic over her chest and belly. 
Everyone had their chances in crushing her tits together and slickly
pinching her nipples. 

   It wasn't long before fingers fed her pussy once again.  Hands took
turns inserting and exiting.  All but three of the guests had knuckled her
hole.  Her eyes were trembling and glossy.  Her soft moans pleaded through
the ball gag.

   "Want this thing off?" Owen settles next to her head.  Her nod affirmed
his option.  In seconds he unbuckled it and removed it in a spatter of
saliva.

   Swallowing to catch her breath she huffs, "Please don't stop."

   Everyone scans about for Dave discovering Billy instead.  Billy's eyes
bulged at their expectant reliance on him for a decision.

   Monica quickly glares at Billy, "Please Billy.  Let me go further." 

   Billy throw's his hands up, "That's not for me to allow.  I'm out."

   Abandoning them Billy shuffles toward the front door.  Just outside he
faces Dave.

   "You might want to get in there.  That girl is caaaaaraaaazy."

   Flicking his albeit cashed cigarette butt into the street Dave bolted
back inside.  His blood pressure soaring he reaches the bed side and drops
his jaw.

   The group had untied Monica's ankles and had forced them back under her
suspended arms.  There they retied her ankles to her elbows.  She was
hogtied and trembling sensually like a leaf.  In this position she was like
a butterfly of beauty.  Her pussy free for the taking.  They had even
replanted the ball gag back into place to keep her mouth confined against
any sudden outbursts.

   Pants were dropping like flies and dicks were wagging in her direction.
Monica's eyes were flared with uncertainty.  There were no condoms
present. 

   Dave started to hold his breath when Billy returned to see the sausage
party, his words out of pure awe, "Oh, now I'm so in."

   Dave growls, "KNOCK IT OFF!  ALL OF YOU.  OUT OF MY DAMNED STORE."

   Nudging his buddies at first they pulled their pants up and vacated. 
Followed by Owen's mechanics.  Then the Vapor Boys and their friends.  This
left only Dave.  Billy chased after the group like a lost puppy.

   As the front door closed Dave turned to the trussed up Monica.

   "Are you bonkers?" Dave snaps.

   She nods her head affirmatively then winks at him.  He merely sneers at
her before turning to Billy in the distance.

   "GO THE FUCK HOME!" Dave yelled.

   Billy vanished out the door with a jingle of the exit bell.

   With all quiet Dave journeys to lock the door and lower the lights in
the showroom.  It was dark outside now and he felt more comfortable that
nobody would return.

   Monica merely laid there waiting.  Her binds becoming less painful.  As
Dave reached her she found him taking his clothing off.  Down to his boxers
he grumbles.

   "Want me to untie you?"

   Her head shakes negatively.  She was happy in her current position.

   "Sorry Kid.  I couldn't let those bloodhounds loose in my store like
that.  I wanted you all to myself.  That okay with you?"

   Again her head nods joyously.

   Dave drops his boxers and crawls into bed between her trickling thighs.
There he poised his erection and slowly teased her clitoris.  Her muffled
moans led to his entry.  Her pussy tight and warm.

   "You wanted this all along didn't you?" He whispers.

   Nodding she rubs her cheek on his.  The tenderness meant everything.

   Dave fucked her silly.

   Until age took over. 

   It was enough for him.  He stood up and got dressed.

   An hour later Monica was untied and released. 

   Stretching her limbs from their accrued numbness she struts over to hug
Dave.  He melted at her embrace.

   "Thank you Dave."

   He smirks, "Who am I kidding.  You wanted all of those guys."

   She shrugs helplessly, "I'm fine with just you.  I made your day."

   "That you did.  Let's not do this again."

   As she gathers her clothing they walk to the front entrance before he
realized she was still nude.  Before he unlocks the door he sizes her up,
"Going out like that?"

   She puckers then gives him a kiss on the cheek. 

   Her exit answered his question.

   She left with her clothes over her shoulder.

   Stepping next door she found the Vapor Store closed. 

   Frustrated she walked home.

   It was only six blocks.

   She made friends along the way.



   Monica 23: Dial Tone

   Saturday morning was looking up as Monica woke up to the sounds of birds
chirping outside her bedroom window.  She rested well for once.  It had
been an exhausting week at school.  Her antics had gained a following.  She
had played matchmaker.  Had multiple orgasms in school.  Even seduced her
History Teacher.  Just last night she had sex in of all places a Mattress
store.  The only thing that could have made it better is if she had gotten
to go as far as she wanted to.  Her friend Dave had other ideas.  She
didn't hold it against him. 

   Future connections were made in her mission to be the exhibitionist
supreme she desired to be.

   As she laid there at 8:34 AM she heard her cell phone ping next to her
on the bedside stand.  Plugged in to charge she carefully handled it.

   Blurred vision at first she read the text, "Are you awake?"

   "It's from Brock next door." She wrote back saying, "See for yourself
Daddy Perv." She crawled from bed nude and stood in front of her window to
let her neighbor see her.  She shook her boobs to be mean.

   He texts back, "Looking perky this morning."

   Giggling she types, "I need a shower."

   "My shower is hot.  Come on over.  Ryan's gone."

   She knew Ryan had to go help set up the Pizza parlor for Prep.  Still
she frowns, "I can't.  Parents are home."

   "Saw your Mom leave twenty minutes ago.  Only Aaron's at home."

   This piqued her curiosity.  It had been nearly two weeks since her
shopping trip with her Father.  Usually he was up hitting the gym by now.
Fidgeting she texts back, "Raincheck Daddy?"

   "Sure.  Oh by the way.  I have the news you've been waiting for." He
writes.

   Her pulse quickens, "Good news?"

   After a long wait he returns with, "Tonight if you want."

   The news makes her dance in step.  Even though her ass was still tender
from Morrison's hand and the guys from the Mattress store she was eager to
reach this particular goal.  She opens her screen and sticks her upper body
out of the window.  She waves up at Brock looking down at her.  He loved
her zest for life.

   Quietly Monica calls Brock and whispers, "I'm too excited to type.  So,
your friend Holly gave me the go?"

   "Sure did.  On conditions."

   "What conditions?" She whispers looking over her shoulder for shadows
under her door.  Just in case her Dad was near.

   "Nothing good.  He said he's put the word out about a young hottie
wanting to strip for the bar.  Sounds like a packed club if you can handle
it."

   Dancing in step she bites her knuckle, "I can handle it."

   "Once you enter Holly locks the door.  You don't leave until Dawn."

   "Okay."

   "Everybody gets to touch you.  Turn anyone down he boots you out."

   "You know I love being touched."

   He sighs, "They're allowed to get a lil rough but he forbids violence."

   "How rough?"

   "You really gotta ask that?"

   "Sexually?  You know before I worried about that.  I've had time to
think differently.  I'll deal with sex if it gets wild.  I'll mostly just
dance and flirt and let them paw me up."

   "Monica.  You know damned well a bunch of drunk horny men will take full
advantage of a sexy young girl like you."

   Her heart skips a beat as she tells herself, "God I hope so."

   "Still there?" He worries.

   "Yes.  I'm not worried as long as you're there."

   "That's just it.  I have to wait outside.  I'm just your ride."

   "Seriously?" She was glad to hear of that condition.  She was stressed
that Brock might interfere.

   "Yeah.  On your own Kid.  Not too late to back out."

   "Nope.  Just tell Holly to enforce condoms."

   "Holly's an old Biker.  He won't obey your wishes.  It's one hell of a
Russian Roulette Monica.  You sure?"

   A grim reality sets in, "I'm on birth control at least."

   "That doesn't prevent STD's."

   "Quit trying to scare me.  I'm prepared mentally.  What time do you want
me to meet you out back?"

   "I'll text you when I'm ready.  Probably around Midnight."

   "Hopefully my parents leave town.  I'll go out and grill my Dad and see
what their plans are."

   "Okay.  Talk at you later."

   "Bye Daddy." She hangs up and blows him a kiss.  She watched him jerk
off looking down at her.  Through his opened bedroom window he shot cum
down into his yard.  She clapped at his performance.

   Closing her window she races to her bathroom and grabbed a ten minute
shower.  She needed to clean herself up.  She reeked of sex.  Perfume
concealed only so much.

   Draped in a short towel tied around her tiny body she opens her bedroom
door and steps out.  Shuffling to the Kitchen she discovers her Father
Aaron reading the morning paper.  She lays her cell on the table beside him
without a thought.

   "Wow.  You're home still?  Where's Mom?"

   Aaron lowers his paper and leers over his shoulder at his daughter.

   "Had to drive over to Princeton.  There's an Antique Auction tonight. 
She offered to help the Owners."

   "Sounds fun.  What about you?  No golf with clients?  No mountain
climbing in the Swiss Alps?"

   She opens the refrigerator to grab a bottle of juice.  While bending
over her towel declined to hide her bare ass.  She knew her Father was
staring.

   He hadn't said a whole lot since their sexual encounter awhile back. 
She didn't really push it.  There was a part of her that felt guilty of
betraying her Mother.

   "Have you eaten breakfast?" She closes the refrigerator door and turns
to face him. 

   Thinking with a vivid expression he closes his paper neatly and sets it
in the chair next to him.  He then rotated in his seat to grab her by the
waist.

   "I was just about to do that."

   Caught off balance she squeals as he drags her towel off of her and
brusquely hoists her on to the table in front of him.  He pried her legs
wide and eyed her beautiful snatch.

   "I was thinking more of eggs and bacon." She giggles as he rubs the
insides of her thighs.

   "I was just recalling how tasty you were awhile back."

   "I'm all yours Daddy.  I told you that before."

   "I know you did." He kisses her left foot which he poises before him. 
Sucking her toes made her giggle and try to get away.

   "That tickles soooo much."

   "I remember making you laugh as a baby by doing that." He chuckles then
growls, "Dammit!  That sounded all pedophile didn't it?"

   "Yeah.  But I know what you meant."

   "Okay.  Memory lane is closed.  I'm going in."

   He rubs his chin then collides his tongue with her clit.  The lapping
made her toes curl and she whimpers to his delight.

   "Oh my God, Daddy.  That feels ssoooooooooo good."

   He slows up to murmur, "Miss me?"

   She reaches for him trying to set up but he had her pinned, "Very much."

   He notices the rosy tint to her ass cheeks, "Who's been spanking that
bottom?"

   "Who hasn't?" She giggles rubbing her foot along his bicep. 

   Aaron Gift rears back suddenly.

   "Still swear never to get mad at me?" She rubs her clit to keep his
interest.

   Shaking his head he grunts, "I don't wanna know do I?"

   "I will tell you anything and everything as long as you don't punish
me."

   He considers her offer but knows he's already made his bed of roses by
sampling his kid.  How could he be cross with her?

   "Fill me in while I eat."

   He draws her closer on the table and devours her pussy.  His tongue
dipped inside her making her squirm and tense up.

   Whimpering and moaning she goes into details.

   "I had a vibrating egg inside me during History class.  I had an
orgasm."

   He mumbled with his mouth full, "Sounds interesting."

   "I got Detention for it.  Our secret from this point onward?" She
quivers.

   Nodding he flicked her clit like a lizard.

   "I fucked Mr.  Morrison in Detention.  It was sooooooooooo HOT!" She
rubbed herself above his forehead as he ate her.

   Aaron surprisingly didn't pull away.  This made her continue.

   A finger teases her anal cavity making her squirm and lube up before his
eyes.

   "I went out of town and sunbathed nude at a big park.  Talked to lots of
guys there.  Fucked a few."

   Each time she added more Aaron ate her harder.  She was quickly feeling
his attentions.

   "Fuck!  Ohhh Daddy."

   Fingers slide inside her pussy as he nibbles her clit.  Twisting and
turning.

   "Do you hate me Daddy?" Guilt struck her for telling him her hijinks.

   "No." He races his fingers in and out of her until he heard a sloshing
sound of how wet she was getting. 

   "I'm becoming a slut."

   "Somehow I knew that."

   "I can't stop driving men crazy.  I love to make them want me.  Even
girls in school like me."

   He chuckles, "Maybe you should have a slumber party sometime."

   She tenses and squeezes her tits firmly, "All boys or all girls?"

   He shakes his head nuzzling her tiny triangle of pubic hair.

   "Girls of course.  Invite your blond friend Lisa."

   Monica lifts her head, "You want to fuck Lisa?"

   "She was pretty sweet.  Married though right?"

   "So are you."

   "Don't remind me.  You can't get mad at me if I'm not allowed to give
you hell."

   "Give my pussy hell Daddy."

   Aaron winces at her then smirks, "Wanna see what your ole Man's got?"

   "Yes." She hisses.

   Aaron stands up placing her right knee under his armpit then vengefully
finger fucks her like a madman.  The rhythm was so fast that her head began
to spin.  In and out he blessed her with the God of Speed.  She screamed
and covered her mouth as her juices flowed.  With an insanity crying within
Monica gushes like a fountain drowning the table cloth and the floor below.

   Admiring her mess Aaron leans over his daughter and bites a nipple.

   "Owwww!  Shit!  Shit!  Shit!  That was incredible."

   "Didn't know your Daddy had some tricks in him did you?"

   He lifts her up to sit on the table and cradles her in his arms.

   "I love you Daddy."

   "Love you too.  Even if my baby girl confesses to be a slut."

   Laughing she looks up at him, "Fuck me?"

   He sighs, "Not this time sweetheart.  Lil here and there but not this
round."

   She pouts and reaches low to grab his erection behind his sweatpants. 
She refused to take no for an answer.

   Dropping back into his chair he pats her legs, "Now!  Now!  I said no."

   Whining she kicks her feet like a baby.

   Finally, she stops and accepts his wishes.

   "I have a busy night anyway.  I need to conserve my energy."

   Aaron sits back and eyes her, "Meaning?"

   "Meaning I have plans." She sticks her tongue out at him. 

   He frowns, "Okay.  Keep your secrets for now.  Just don't get hurt."

   "I won't.  Oh, we should try anal sometime.  I found out I really like
that."

   "Yep.  Slut."

   She nods repeatedly, "Hand job at least?"

   Her brow raises with the hope he might say yes.

   "Fine." He relents.

   She hops down and leads him into the Living Room.  He drops his sweats
and lets his beast roam free.  Monica knelt before him and took both hands
to task.  Her Father was that large.

   Watching her rub her pussy for lubrication to lather him up he merely
chuckled.

   She was becoming a pro at this.  Hell, she was becoming a pro at
everything sexual.

   "Am I doing okay Daddy?"

   She corkscrews his crow making him grit his teeth.  Not even his Wife
had ever did that.

   "Perfect.  Stroke it faster."

   As she built up steam the cordless phone next to them on the table rang.
Aaron eyes the annoyance and decides to look at it.  His eyes narrow, "It's
your Mother."

   Monica's eyes flare, "You should answer it."

   Squinting at her he growls, "Are you nuts?"

   "I dare you." She teases him with an open jaw of "DO IT".

   He shakes his head, "Be quiet."

   Answering he livens up, "Hey Sweetheart.  How's the Auction?"

   Monica could hear her Mother blathering about all of the Antiques she
wanted.  The entire time she stroked his cock harder and faster.  He huffed
a number of times and closed his eyes at the brewing sensations.

   "We don't need a piano." He sneers.

   As the conversation continued Monica felt mischievous.  She leaned
forward and swallowed his cock whole looking up at him with daring eyes. 
Kneading at his balls only made him squirm harder.

   Groaning aloud his Wife questioned what he was doing.

   "Muscle spasm.  Working out the kinks as we talk."

   Monica gave him vicious head until her face turned blue from lack of
air. Finally, Aaron planted his massive hand on top of her head and forced
his daughter to stay there longer.  Eventually, he released her up for a
loud gasp.

   The breath knocked out of her was echoing.  So much so her Mother
wondered what that was.

   "Monica just woke up.  Yawning out loud.  Morning Sweetie."

   "Morning Daddy.  What's up?" She mumbled so that her Mother heard her
convincingly.

   "Me." He winked.

   Monica smirked then went low to suck on his balls.  So hard that he grit
his teeth. 

   "Sorry Honey.  Our wondrous daughter is being stupid."

   Monica lets up and playfully adds, "Mom?  Dad's sitting on the TV
remote."

   He hears her Mother chuckle and tell him to behave.

   "Hey!  Watch it Youngster.  I'll turn you over my knee."

   Monica smiles brightly then lays across his lap.  He pats her silently
on the butt then sticks his pinky in her ass hole.  The shock made her jump
and squeal.

   Another debriefing occurs as Aaron covers his tracks.

   "She's wrestling with me.  I jabbed her in the ribs.  Tickling her now."

   He really does this time.  His fingers know her ticklish spots well. 
Giggling she crawls to her knees on the couch and points at him to stop. 
He makes a face at her which prompts Monica to take him into an
uncomfortable zone.

   Straddling his lap she reaches beneath her and guides his cock up inside
her.  Sitting down on him she hugs him with an evil grin.

   "What was that Hon?" Aaron didn't quite hear his Wife.

   Nodding with a confused look Aaron felt his daughter gyrate on top of
him.  Up and down softly and sensually.  His voice cracked in his
conversation.

   "Yeah.  Buy that.  Feels good.  I mean it feels right.  To purchase." He
presses his lips together as Monica moves up and down harder.

   "Are you two still wrestling?" Charlotte Gift was heard to say.

   Monica took the initiative and stretched to the table next to the sofa.
From the phone cradle she put her Mother on speaker.

   Aaron's eyes grew large and he dropped his phone.

   "Aaron?" 

   "I'm here.  Keep talking."

   Monica smothers her Father in warm close intimate caresses.  Her chest
coaxing his mouth to feast on her nipples.

   He did just that as Charlotte rambled on.

   "Do you remember that cute little bicycle we bought Monica for her 5th
birthday?"

   "I loved that bike.  I rode it everywhere.  Up and down alleys.  I
remember Daddy holding my arm and back when the training wheels were
removed."

   He rubs her back from butt to neck sensually.  This was just too erotic.

   "That brings back memories.  Doesn't it Aaron?" Charlotte sighs.

   "Yup.  Every time she went down I helped her back up.  Rode that sucker
like a champ."

   Monica giggled and licked her Father's nose.  His cock felt snug and
strong within her.

   "Anyways.  I just noticed a similar bike here at the Auction.  Oh,
speaking of Auctions.  Monica dear I got a piece of mail from your school
about a Class Slave Auction.  Parents bid on students to do chores and
stuff and the money goes to a worthy charity."

   Monica moans as she slides up and down his shaft, "Sounds fun.  I hope
somebody cool buys me."

   "It is for a good cause.  The local Nursing Home needs wheelchairs."

   "If this muscle of mine doesn't ease up I might need a wheelchair."

   "In your neck?" Charlotte knows he always has neck strain.

   "Yeah.  Kinked up bad."

   "Monica?  Massage your Father's neck for him."

   "I can do that." She sighs throwing her arms around his neck and leaning
in to kiss him on the lips.  He moans and kisses her long and hard.  The
atmosphere was smoldering. 

   "I hear that.  You must be doing something right." Charlotte is
oblivious.

   Aaron pulls away and gasps, "Our daughter has magical hands.  Little to
the left Sweetheart."

   He holds her body and rolls them both over to lay on the sofa.  His dick
never leaving her.  He positions her on her back and holds her right ankle
out at arms length.  Aaron Gift fucked his daughter missionary.

   He held a couch cushion over his daughter's face to mask her escalating
moans.  Even through the padding her whines were shrill.

   "Feeling better?" Charlotte strays away as if looking through Auction
items.

   Aaron grunts, "Getting there."

   His entry and exits were soft and sensual now.  He chose to remove the
cushion and look into his daughter's watery eyes.

   "That's just beautiful." He murmurs.

   "I'm glad I could help you Daddy."

   "Little longer Sweetheart.  A few more kinks."

   "I'm going to spoil him Mom."

   Charlotte sighs, "I'm sure you will.  Is there anything you want me to
look for Honey?"

   Monica digs her nails into her Father's ribs forcing a loud guttural,
"FUCK!"

   Charlotte acts worried, "What happened?"

   "I dug my fingernails into him by accident.  Sorry Daddy."

   "I'll show you sorry Young Lady.  Prepare to be tickled til you pee."

   He rams his cock into her harder forcing a loud squeal that led to
another and another and another.  The friction within her made her cry out.

   "Stop Daddy.  I might pee for real." She gasps and moans at the same
time.

   "You two play nice." Charlotte laughs.

   "Oh we're playing." He growls leaning over to give Monica's breast a
loud suctioning exhale that made her break out laughing.

   "Oh my God.  I can't believe you just did that." Monica laughs
uncontrollably.

   He tenderly sucks her nipple making her caress his scalp.  Her left leg
rubbing his hip.

   "Mmmmmm!" Monica releases without thinking.

   Aaron ignored her delight and tenderly kept fucking her. 

   As conversation quieted down Charlotte kept calling out, "Hello?  Where
did everybody go?"

   Aaron hisses in a low tone, "Right here.  Monica's just massaging my
neck so deep that I lost all thought."

   "I'm getting good at this.  Maybe I should become a Massage Therapist."
Monica giggles.

   "Come here.  I'll show you a real massage." Aaron pins her down in the
couch and starts fucking her pussy without waver.  She immediately cringes
and belts out, "Not so rough Daddy."

   Her eyes tear up at his assault.  She was going to cum and cum hard. 
There was no hiding that fact from her Mother.

   "Ow!  Ow!  Daddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" 

   Charlotte listened closely without so much as a clue to what was really
going on.

   "Don't break me Daddy."

   "Little muscle will do you good." He grunts as her face contorts with
her hormones.

   "It feels so good but it hurts." She whimpers as her legs tremble.

   "Take it like a Champ.  You'll feel 100% better." He chides.

   "FUCK!  FUCK!  FUCK!" Monica blurts in recession. 

   "Watch your language young lady." Charlotte grows cross.

   Her moans become uncontrollable and suddenly she doesn't care what her
Mother hears.

   Aaron was close to feeling the same way as he begins straining.  Another
few minutes he was going to explode.

   "Ohhhh yeah.  Take it." He mumbles.

   "What was that?' His Wife questioned.

   "Making our kid cry.  Best back rub she ever had."

   "Don't hurt my Baby."

   Monica holds her breath turning beet red at his assault.  She ushers,
"Don't stop.  Hurt me."

   "What?" Charlotte acted confused over the line.

   Monica lost it.  Her scream was loud and clear as she orgasms. 

   "Thank you, Daaaaaadddddyyyyy."

   He follows her with a resounding grunting array as he detonates a load
into his daughter's cunt.

   "NOW THAT'S HOW IT'S DONE!" Aaron yells out.

   Monica catches her breath, "Holy shit.  Mom?  Don't ever let Dad give me
a massage again.  My body's putty."

   "That sounded like..." Charlotte stops talking.

   Aaron hisses, "Like what?"

   "Nothing.  It will only create problems." She hesitates before adding,
"I know how you sound Aaron."

   "What?  "

   Monica crawls to her knees and sucks his cock of any leftover droplets.
Once finished she sighs and lays her chin on his hip.

   "Mom?"

   "Yes?" Charlotte sounded upset.

   "It was just a massage.  What did you think?  Oh crap.  EWWWWWWWWWWWW!
Seriously, Mom?" She winks at her Dad.

   Convinced Aaron puckers his lips.

   "She's batty.  Go buy more Antiques.  Just not the Piano."

   Charlotte regains her composure and laughs, "I feel so stupid.  Forgive
me?"

   "EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Monica adds up the gross sounds.

   "Your Father is not EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!  I love you both.  I'll be home
late.  Bye for now."

   Monica reaches over and takes the speaker off.  Aaron makes certain that
she had hung up.

   Satisfied Aaron pulls Monica up to hold her in his arms.

   "That was wrong on every level." He shakes his head.

   She exhales on his chest warmly.  A thought forms an evil smirk.

   "We could call Uncle Gary."

   Aaron rolls his eyes, "Let's not and say we did."

   "Chicken." She giggles.

   "Once was enough.  That was fun but damn risky.  You could see me in
Divorce Court."

   "I would come live with you."

   "Christ!" He shakes his head, "Okay you dial the number."

   Monica clapped and made the call.

   "Aunt Louise?  Is Uncle Gary there?"

   Aaron laughed and hung up on them.

   He still fucked his Daughter for another round. 

   In his own bed.

   Monica stained the sheets.

   As they finished up Aaron's cell rang.  It was his brother Gary.

   Shaking his head he answered.

   "Hey Little Brother.  Yeah she called."

   Monica rolled on top of her Father and rode him the entire conversation.

   Gary heard it all.

   Luckily Gary had an open mind.

   "That was Hot."

   Monica giggled, "When can I come over?"

   His brother chuckled.

   Aaron played it off but Gary wasn't buying it.

   Finally Aaron broke, "Keep your mouth shut Brother."

   "What starts in the family stays in the family." Gary chuckles more.

   Monica hopped out of bed and tracked her cell down.  She returned to her
parents bed and climbs back into the saddle.  Aaron just couldn't lose his
erection.

   Gently riding her Fathers cock Monica lifted her cell up and took a
downward selfie. 

   Aaron tried to get her to stop but Monica forwarded the naked picture of
her on Aaron to Gary's cell.

   "Dammit Monica." Aaron snapped.

   He hears Gary gasp, "Holy Shitola.  My neice is sexy as hell."

   She lowers over Aarons's chest rubbing her breasts on him while
whispering, "Thank you Uncle Gary."

   Rolling his eyes Aaron lost his mind.

   "Anytime Beautiful.  Send me some more."

   "Maybe later.  If you're nice I'll have phone sex with you sometime."

   Aaron grips her wrists, "REALLY?  Knock it off."

   "Be nice to her Big Brother.  She's all grown up and letting off steam."

   "Keep your mouth shut about this Gary.  I mean it."

   "Not a peep.  You got my word."

   Monica strokes Aarons's cock while laying over him.  She pouts at his
reluctance.  This was just the kind of exhibition she craved deep down in
her soul.

   "I'm sorry Daddy."

   "Yeah Daddy.  She's sorry."

   Behind her back Aaron see's her cell flash go off and she offers a
shocked expression.

   Rearing up she sends another picture of her ass to Uncle Gary..

   His reply was a soft, "Sweet Jesus Almighty."

   Monica shared the photo with her Father.  Somehow her angles were dead
on target.  He could not only see her anal cavity and pussy but her hand
stroking Aaron beneath her.

   "Uncle Gary?  Did you faint?"

   She hears him jerking off in the background, "N-no!  I'm still here
Sweetiepie."

   "Are you dreaming about taking me from behind?" She giggles softly.

   "I'm going to Hell." He grunts fast tracking his load with a deafening
snarl.

   Aaron groans his bitterness, "Enough of this.  Bye Bro."

   Gary loses the battle.

   "Fuck you Monica." Her Father sneers hatefully at her.

   "I can call Lisa next?" She brightens her eyes.

   He stops to stare, "Just set up a meet."

   "Gladly.  About that slumber party.  Let me have one here when Mom is
gone.  All guys.  I want you to watch."

   He closes his eyes and gives up, "When?"

   "Next weekend.  Make sure Mom's gone all weekend.  Invite Uncle Gary
too."

   The truth hurt.  His baby girl was indeed a major slut.

   Sadly, he was liking the ideas.

   "Going to go shower.  Coming?" She crawls away coaxing him with a wiggle
of her ass.

   He followed like a lost puppy.  He fucked her once more against the
shower tile. 

   Monica screamed bloody murder.

   Her night was only beginning. 

   Naptime.



   Monica 24: Bar Fight

   Brock Quinones awaited Monica Gift in his back driveway.  Setting in his
jeep he wondered if tonight was a mistake.  He had arranged an after hours
gathering of a few drinking buddies and a number of other local bar hounds.
Roughly guessing ten or more.  At least those he knew about.  No telling
how many others his bartender buddy "Angus" had tipped off about the
exhibitionist coming to visit.  He wasn't proud of this achievement.  This
young lady might get hurt and there could be little he could do to help
her. Luckily, he found at least the comfort that the bar's actual owner,
"Hollister aka Holly" was a good friend.  Even though Holly used to be a
bad ass Biker back in the day.  After ten more minutes of wait Monica
stepped around the corner of his garage.  She was wearing a tight blue
dress that barely covered her ass.  The front cleavage was wide open and
revealing 60 % of her chest formation.  Her massive cleavage bulged with
each step threatening to escape captivity.  No bra for certain as her
nipples strained the fabric taunt.  Up her hips the dress had blue
shoestring laces that were threaded to both sides of her fabric.  There was
no mistake.  Zero underwear was being worn. 

   She wore extra high 6 inch stiletto heels making her 5'2 height increase
to 5'8.  Her long dark brown hair flowed freely over her shoulders and down
to the middle of her back.

   "I'm here."

   "I see that.  Looking hot Monica."

   "Thanks, Daddy." She wiggles up into her seat beside him.

   "You positive you want to do this?"

   "I'm positive I want to be seen naked by hungry eyes."

   "Wolves don't just watch their prey Monica.  They attack."

   "Save me Daddy." She shivers then leans over to give him a kiss on the
cheek.

   "If I can.  Don't hold anything against me if it gets out of control."

   "I trust you Brock.  You have friends there right?"

   "Yeah, but my friends have seen you before.  Don't think for one second
they don't think about fucking the shit out of you."

   She fidgets in her seat, "Quit trying to scare me.  I'll manage this."

   He frowns with a loud sigh, "Ok.  Here we go."

   Starting his jeep he drives them six miles into the country to a back
woods bar known as "Holly's" as owned by "Hollister Drumond".

   "It's dark out here." She wheezes at the only pole light for miles.

   "Darker inside." He growls knowing things were going to go south fast. 

   The interior of the bar was dimly lit without any of the neon beer signs
glowing to know it was closed.  Music could be heard at least from a
jukebox.  Brock counted twelve trucks and four cars.  That many sure made
it look open for business.

   "More people than I expected." He huffs, "I only know two cars.  My
drinking buddies, "Dawson and Vic".  They were at my house once when we
watched you playing in your bedroom."

   "When was this?" She purred.

   "Not long ago.  Right after you turned 18.  If not a day or 2 before
hand.  Sick fuckers I know."

   "Watching only.  Nothing illegal about that as long as you weren't
caught.  I hope I made you all happy that day."

   "Ohhh, you did." He smirks shutting his jeep off.

   Spritzing herself up from a tiny perfume bottle she returns it to her
clutch purse and sits it between their seats. 

   "Do I smell yummy?"

   "Do I need to answer that?" He huffs.

   "Feed my ego."

   "They're going to eat you alive."

   Fanning herself at his answer she inhales deeply, "As long as my head
isn't mounted on the wall later."

   "Want me to go in first and check things out?  Holly might let me do
that at least."

   "No.  I want you to stay right here and let me go in alone.  You can
come in later if they let you."

   "Not going to happen.  I told you Holly's conditions."

   She offers a beguiling look, "But, Daddy."

   "Why would you want to circle the wolf's den without back up?"

   "I want them to size me up without you scaring them."

   He growls clutching his steering wheel tightly, "I'm going to regret
this."

   She giggles then crawls out of the jeep heading toward the front door.
He merely sits there watching her ass wiggle in his headlights.

   At the door she peeks inside to see eight men sitting at the bar
drinking.  Six more throwing darts.  Two more shooting pool.  There were
two men behind the bar.  Two very big, mean looking Biker types.

   "Eighteen." She calculates, "There were more in the schools Men's room."

   Shrugging she opens the door and enters casually.  All eyes drifted
toward her within two minutes.  Nobody said a word.  They merely feasted on
her allure.

   After a moment of being ogled in a dead silence she raises her arms in
the air and belts out, "THE STRIPPER'S HERE!" 

   Everyone resumed what they were doing with very little interest at the
moment.  Maybe they were just giving her a chance to bolt and run.  She
chose to stay and step up to the bar.

   Climbing on to a barstool she sat her clutch purse on the bar.  The
bartender was a hefty fellow with a grey t-shirt and a black leather vest.
He had a beard and lengthy hair pinned back behind his head.  Tattoos
wrapped his arms in an ornate set of sleeves. 

   "What's a girl have to do around here to get a drink?" She tries to
appear beguiling.

   The other Gentleman was a taller man equally as large as his associate
but had a full beard of grey that was dangling down to his chest.  He was
easily older and wore wire rim glasses and a green camouflage bandana
around his head.  His t-shirt had a "Harley-Davidson" logo on it.

   This man who was drying a glass beer mug sneered at her, "Pop machine's
outside."

   She fidgeted, "It's okay.  I don't drink alcohol anyway.  Not old
enough. Are you "Holly"?"

   "You the slut?"

   Her jaw droops with awe.  Had Brock led on that she was a slut?  The
idea made her smile brightly.

   "I guess we'll find out." She sticks her tongue out at him.

   The other bartender chuckled, "I'm "Angus".

   "Hi, I'm Slut." She eagerly extends a hand across the bar.  Angus took
time to shake it lightly.

   Holly huffed and stroked his beard, "Got I.D.?"

   She opens her clutch purse and produces an identification card that
documented her birthday.

   "Pretty much just turned legal.  Six weeks ago.  We got us a barely
legal slut.  Nothing better." Angus looks over Holly's shoulder as he held
it.

   "Yep.  I expected more people.  Did my age scare guys off?" She glances
behind her.

   "Few in the back room.  Some of us prefer things a little less crowded."
Holly grumbled and moved on to drying more mugs.

   Angus shakes his head, "The old man just doesn't want things too out of
hand."

   The owner sighs heavily, "Not worried in the least.  She should be
though."

   "Trying to scare me off because you think I'm incapable of handling any
situation?" She frowns.

   Holly growls slinging his dish towel over his shoulder.  He then plants
his massive hands on the bar to stare her down, "I'll take the cell phone
now."

   Monica opens her clutch and removes her cell handing it over to him by
sliding it on the bar, "Guess I can't call for help now.  Can I?"

   The elder pockets the cell, "Lock the door Angus."

   Angus nods and steps away to lock the door and close the blinds.  Monica
never once watched him do so.  Her eyes trained on Holly's with her best
fearless gaze. 

   Angus went about closing every blind in the Club.  He had help with a
few by the guys throwing darts.

   While it was just Holly and Monica, the older man leaned even closer to
her.  She could feel and smell his breath.  He had certainly been drinking.

   "Quinones tell you my conditions?"

   "Anything goes as long as there's no violence.  I swore Brock to no
interference just like you expected.  I can handle rough as long as there's
no beating on me."

   "Get out." Holly huffs.

   "What?  Noooooooooo!  I'll take my chances.  Besides you said no
violence."

   "You got no say in my bar.  You don't make any conditions.  You just
made your own decision."

   "I'll go on faith that no violence means no beating me up.  I'm not
leaving." She holds her ground.

   As she rests her elbows on the bar to move her face closer to his, she
sticks her tongue out at him.  The ice was broke.  Holly had to chuckle.

   Monica nearly pissed herself.

   "REEL IT IN FELLAS." Holly stands erect and motions with waving hands.

   Suddenly, the darts stopped flying.  Pool cues were set aside.  The room
circled her on her chair.

   "NO NAMES!" Holly bellows.

   Monica raises a finger high, "JUST MINE.  CALL ME "SLUT"."

   The group had to laugh at her interruption.  She had balls to say the
least.

   Angus waved at Monica, "Forget I told you my name."

   Holly shook his head at the bartender, "Get some damned Music going. 
She's got some dancing to do."

   One of the pool players took off with quarters for the jukebox.  In
minutes he selected a good ten songs that fit a stripper.  She barely knew
any of them.  Holly being older had an affinity for 80's Metal.

   She knew a few but not many.

   The first tune was the old "Def Leppard" classic "Pour some Sugar on
Me". She did know this one.

   Spinning on her bar chair she stood up and danced her way out to the
dance floor.  There she realized they already had a stripper pole.  She had
never actually used a pole before but she felt like conquering the world.

   Gripping the pole with her right hand she swung herself around numerous
times.  Eyes watched her closely.  She noted the growing lust in their
eyes. The natives were getting restless fast.  Talk amongst them made her
leave the pole and venture amid them.  She turned her back to them and
brushed her way into the horde.  Her ass rubbing against crotches.  Her
palms caressing cheeks and beards.  She even swiped a ball cap that had a
Bass patch sewn on it.  Wearing it she made her way around the men one by
one offering them her own greetings through body nudges.

   She was shocked by her balance.  She had never worn stiletto heels other
than practicing around the house.  Her balance was occasionally off but she
managed to catch herself.

   By the end of the first song she returned to the pole.  The second song
was "GNR's, Welcome to the Jungle".  They were tiring her out fast she
thought.  Two fast songs in a row.  She huffed the hair from her eyes and
kept up.

   This time she lifted her dress up and gave them a view of her lower ass
cheeks.  While dancing up close hands caressed her butt and caressed the
sides of her body.  Her hair whipped about and she threw herself face
forward into a number of men to kiss their cheeks.

   As that song played out the men were looking antsy.  She wondered what
she was doing wrong.  She knew her dress was coming off soon she was just
pacing herself.  Patience she thought.

   She noticed the guessing ages of the men there were in their 40's.  A
few younger possibly.  Not that it mattered.  Hunter types.  Biker types.
Farmer types.  As she danced she realized the body count was increasing. 
Definitely over the 18 she counted from outside.  Holly had said others
were in back.  She figured 2 or 3 more.  Her guess now was getting closer
to 25 or more.  Her heart pounded with excitement.

   Finally, a slower song. 

   "Aerosmith's "Angel".  She hadn't heard it before but she loved the
beat. It allowed her to dance in a sultry manner.  Hands in her hair like a
wild woman.  Slower struts.  More sensual brushing up on guys.  This song
the men were loosening up more.  Hands reached around her and clutched her
breasts.  She loved the change in adrenalin.

   Holly actually stepped into the mix and waited until she spotted him. 
Smiling devilishly she stalked toward him and teased him with her palms up
his chest.  She even caressed his beard.  Turning her back to rub on him he
waited until her hands raised above her head before swiftly gripping them.

   She froze at being captured and tried to look up at him.  Before her
eyes reached that goal she spotted two men draw out large Hunter's knives
and let her see the glinting chrome blades.  Her eyes trembled at the
sight. She didn't resist Holly's grip.  She knew Brock was outside.  Surely
these men wouldn't hurt her.  It was intimidation.  Still the worry made
her tense.

   The men stood to her sides as Holly held her hands high and nudged her
body away from his.  Enough for the men to tease her further by letting her
feel the cool steel on her heated flesh.  A trail up her legs.  Across her
chest.  The lengths of her arms.  Finally the knives snipped the two thin
shoulder straps.  They proceed down to the laces going up her bare sides.
Lace by lace was cut.  She felt the dress loosening about her.

   A loud moan of freedom as the final laces were cut.  Within Holly's
grasp Monica twisted her body dramatically until the dress slithered off of
her body and on to the floor. 

   She assumed Holly would release her now that she stood in front of
everyone totally nude.  Not just yet though.  The knives weren't done with
their missions.  The Hunter's used the tips to encircle her nipples.  The
erotic chill stimulated her hormones.  Down her belly ever so gently they
trailed.  She was afraid to breath. 

   Kneeling in front of her the knives drew down toward her snatch.  She
felt one of the knives carefully shave her tiny triangle of pubic hair off.
As the second Hunter's hand brushed the hair away he leaned in and kissed
the area. 

   Monica began shaking.

   Once the men stood up Holly lowered her arms and twirled her to face
him.

   "DANCE!"

   The fourth song began with "Girls, Girls, Girls" from "Motley Crue". 
She did know this one.  Her energy returned.  She wasn't harmed.  Though
edgy she realized maybe she was moving too slow.

   Forcing herself to move faster and more aggressively she went about
literally diving into guys with a hunger in her eyes.  Tits teased them as
they knelt low enough to let them motorboat her.  Nipples were kissed. 
Sucked on.  She giggled and kissed their cheeks upon leaving them.

   By the end of the song "Angus" brought around a tray of Kentucky Bourbon
shots.  Passing them around the men waited until everyone got one.  Once
the group had their shot glasses Angus stepped over to Monica.  There was
two shots left on the tray.

   "DRINK!" He ordered.

   Her eyes bulged.  She had never liked beer even.  Let alone the hard
stuff.

   Swallowing hoarsely she relents.  She throws back the first shot boldly.
The choking lasted 3 minutes.  Everyone laughed and belted back their own
shots.  As she regained her composure Holly handed her the second shot.

   "DRINK!" He barked.

   Whimpering Monica just did it.  She choked another three minutes fanning
herself.

   She had literally missed out on 2 songs.

   Once she recovered she was nudged back into dancing.  The booze hit home
fast.  She was feeling good.  More in tune with the music and the needs of
the men.

   The band, "Buckcherry's" hit "Crazy Bitch" fired off and Monica danced
as if possessed.  Her hands went everywhere now.  Over her own skin and
theirs.  Crotches were grabbed.  Rubbed.  Their hands did the same.  Her
clit was massaged multiple times.

   She was horny as hell.

   Finally, Holly grips her by the arm and drags her to the bar.  Hoisting
her up to sit on the bar itself he gripped her knees and spread her legs
wide.  He then turned to the following cadre and snarled, "EAT!  BE MERRY!"

   Guy after guy sat in front of her and ate her pussy.  Angus stood behind
her to keep her from falling backwards.  Her moans echoed throughout the
bar.  Laughter filled the room.

   "How ya feeling Slut?" Angus leaned in whispering into her ear.

   She whimpers loudly as her clit is bitten, "In Heaven."

   "Night's young." He kisses her ear lobe tugging on it.

   "Here until Dawn.  Right?" She shivers.

   "Yep!  Regret coming here?"

   "FUCK NO." She huffs and licks his cheek.

   The booze was warming her up.  Any insecurity she walked in with was
long gone.

   After 11 men ate her the 12th guy brought up a beer bottle and escorted
it up her pussy.  He put her hand on the bottle and stepped back.  Monica
took it forward.  Fucking herself she moaned and eyed the men lustfully.

   Before cumming Holly stopped her and removed the bottle.  She looked
disappointed.  He then yanked her from the bar and walked her briskly
toward the pool table.  He cradles her into his arms and tosses her on to
the green felt.  She rolled over on to her back and watched the table get
surrounded by men.  She couldn't see around them.

   Her hand automatically reached between her legs to massage her clit
vigorously.

   Hands swarmed her suddenly.  From every angle she had hands.  She
laughed loudly and cried out, "I LOVE THIS."

   She even had fingers in her mouth.  Up her pussy.  In her anal cavity.
Tits crushed.  Nipples pinched.  Toes sucked on.

   Once it stopped she felt lost.  A cool chill crept over her as her
wrists were grabbed and held outwardly above her head stretched toward
corner pockets of the table.  Lifting her head up she spotted men toward
her feet taking their clothes off.  Dicks appeared all around her.  Her
eyes fluttered at the sight.

   Holly stood behind her head and gazed down at her.  She plopped her head
back to peer up at him.

   "Having fun yet?" He sneers.

   "YES!" She leaps to impress.

   She feels a man climb up on the table wearing a condom thankfully.  A
man with a meaty seven inch beast.  He hovers over her thighs and lines it
up for a perfect penetration.  She was so wet there was zero need for
lube. 

   "OH MY GOD!" She expels and feels his thrusting begin.  Her moans
escalate fast as he fucks her.  She cums quickly.  He follows behind
shortly after.

   As he withdraws another man takes his place.  Ten guys in a row she
screams her lungs out until she grows hoarse.  They just kept coming and
cumming.  Condoms on all. 

   After the 13th man it gets more aggressive.  A man lays beside her and
pulls her on top of him.  She finds the energy to straddle and ride him
fiercely.  Her breasts bouncing wildly.  She eyes Holly with a readiness to
cum once again.  He admired her determination. 

   Suddenly, another man crawled up behind her and nudged her forward on to
the other man.  He brought with him a tube of lube and coated her anal
cavity.  Once teased he moves closer to enter her cavity.  Double
penetration made her voice return with maddening cries of pleasure.

   Five minutes vanish before a third man crawls up in front of her.  He
grips her face and pats her cheeks until she opens her mouth.  His own
seven incher sank deep into her throat.  This was a first for her.  Pussy,
ass, mouth.  She took it like a trooper.  Exhausted she started losing
steam. 

   No man left her alone for hours on end.  Every guy there but Holly and
Angus had fucked her by 5:00 AM.  27 men total.  Seconds for a few of them.
Her ass raw from being slapped repeatedly.  Even her tits were smacked
around.

   Over that course she kissed them passionately and offered her thanks. 
Unfortunately she had procured more than a few nasty hickies.  All over her
body.  Explaining these would be a worry for her.

   From the table to chairs.  They bent her over everything.  She sucked 27
dicks valiantly.

   As all the men stood about waiting for things to wind down, Angus laid
out a couple dozen towels on the dance floor. 

   Pulled from sucking off a Biker, Holly dragged her over to the towels
and roughly forced her down on them.

   "KNEEL!"

   She sat on her knees and looked up at him with mascara streaks down her
cheeks.  She was a sweaty.  bruised, reddened ass mess.

   Snapping his fingers at Angus brought the bartender over with two large
bowls.  One was sat in front of her.  The other held over her by Angus.

   Monica peered up with doe like eyes as Holly kneeled in front of her. 
He grabs her by the back of the neck and forcefully pulls her forward.  He
plants her face into the bowl at her feet.  Her entire face submerged and
gurgled for breath before he lifted her back up. 

   Her facial features and hair strands were milky white.  The cum of every
man there had been emptied from their condoms into the bowls.  She sat
there letting the cum trickle into her mouth and eyes. 

   The audience approved.

   Surrounding her she sat proudly and rubbed the trickles of cum across
her body.  Without warning Angus tilted the second bowl to drown her body
with.  She looked as if she was albino even with her precious tan.  Cell
pics were flashing all around her from every angle.

   All night long pics were being taken.  Even video.

   Helpless she sat there soaking.

   Then, she realized something.  Pointing at Angus and Holly she hoarsely
whispers, "You didn't fuck me."

   Bowl aside Angus joins Holly to stand over her.  They unzip their flies
and pull out their cocks.  She presumes to fuck her so turns and leans
forward to prime her red ass in the air in wait.

   Instead she feels a warm liquid rinse her down.

   The sudden shower made her rear up and turn back toward them.  She was
being pissed on.  It excited her in a weird sort of way. 

   Without warning 27 dicks took time to piss on her.  She had piss in her
mouth even.

   As the final drops arrive Holly again bends down in front of her. 

   "Now that's a beautiful sight."

   Monica softly nods and licks her lips.

   "It's Dawn.  Get the hell out of my bar and don't come back."

   Holly then lifts his hand.  Angus returns shortly after with a video
tape and her clutch purse to place in his palm.

   "Here Pornstar.  A gift for Quinones."

   She holds it and carefully stands up on weakened legs.  Her heels
hindered her so she took them off to walk.

   Stumbling she stops a few feet away from the door.  Turning back she
spots her dress on the floor.  She kicks it aside and returns to look at
the now standing Holly.

   Eye to eye she manages to hoarsely growl, "Did I do good?"

   The room offers her a resounding "Yes."

   Holly puckers and says "Fuck it." under his breath.

   The old man hugged her as messy as she was.  Even rubbing her back
tenderly.

   "Go home Slut."

   "Can I come back?" She begs.

   "Find another bar." Holly points at the door.

   Saddened she limps away and out the unlocked door.  Angus held it open
for her.

   As the door closes Monica tiptoes over the gravel rocks toward Brock's
jeep.

   He wearily watches her arrive.  He hops out and looks her over.

   "Jesus!  Look at you.  You can't go home like that."

   "Sneak me into your house." She whispers dryly.

   "Ryan's there.  I can't do that."

   She rolls her eyes and gives up, "He's fucked me too Daddy.  He's my
Master."

   "What?"

   "Here." She hands him the video, "Holly taped it for you."

   Claiming it he looked toward the bar.

   "Wait.  Ryan's what?"

   "My Master.  I let him dare me to do things.  He knows what I'm like."

   "About me fucking you?"

   "No.  I never told him that.  He might as well know.  I can't hide this.
Look at me."

   "I'm sorry Kid.  I never should have allowed you to do this."

   "I would do it again."

   He shivers at her admission.

   "I need to take a piss.  Get in the jeep."

   She tosses her heels and purse into the back seat.  After that she drops
to her knees in front of Brock.

   "Pee on me.  You know they're watching us.  Show them you think I'm a
slut too."

   He looks down on her and shakes his head.

   "Christ." He unzips quickly and douses her one last time.  She smiles up
at him.

   Once he trickles his last he starts to zip up but she reaches out and
stops him.  Pulling him closer she sucks his dick right there with the
people inside watching.  He looks up at Holly at the door and nods
heroically at the Owner.  He jets cum into her throat loudly.

   A hard swallow later she sits back and looks up at Brock.

   Zipping up Brock snarls, "You've lost your mind."

   "I adore you Daddy." She whispers.

   "Your real Daddy won't once he see's you."

   "I'll tell him to cover me for a few days and hide at your house."

   "Fuck!" He grabs her by the hair and drags her to her feet.  Escorting
her around the Jeep he forces her into her seat.

   Minutes later Brock Quinones drove her toward home.

   She reeked of booze, cum, and piss.  He needed to get her cleaned up
fast.

   He chose to drive south to a tiny burg called, "Anderson".  There he
knew was a sleazy "Roach Motel".  A shower and warm bed would hide her out.

   Monica fell asleep in the Jeep.

   He had to check in then carry her to bed.  Once asleep he took her cell
and text her Father.  He did his best to text as she might. 

   "Staying at a friends.  Be home after school Monday night.  I brought
clothes.  Love you." Kissy emotes.

   Sending it he felt like a trapped rat. 

   He had to get her some clothes.  As he sat there the cell wrote back. 
Her Father Aaron texted.

   "At that sexy Lisa's you promised to set me up with?"

   Brock palmed his forehead in shock.  Monica was getting her Dad laid?

   Deciding to text back one last time Brock added, "Yep.  Doing my best.
Bye."

   The final replay was, "Have her send pictures."

   Brock left that alone.

   He pondered his next move.  Who was Lisa?

   Scrolling her list of contacts he found a Lisa and Michael.  The only
Lisa in there.  It had to be her.

   With a deep breath he took the risk of calling the number.

   After five rings a groaning woman's voice answered, "Hello?"

   Gritted teeth Brock speaks, "Do you know Monica Gift?"

   "Maybe.  Is this her Dad?"

   "No.  You don't know me.  Monica is in trouble.  I'm a friend but I
can't help her like a woman could."

   He fills her in awkwardly and Lisa sounded deeply concerned.  After a
long drawn out guilt trip Brock convinces her to drive over with clothing
and sanitary needs.  He tells her he will leave the key under a floor mat
in front of the room number.

   After a quick check on a snoring Monica he decides not to wake her. 
Locking up and hiding the key Brock Quinones heads home.

   His blood pressure was off the charts.

   Nervous breakdown was where he was headed.

   "Stupid!  Stupid!  Stupid!" All the way home.

   "STUPID!"



   Monica 25: Farm League

   The stunning blond "Lisa Porter" pulled into the parking area of the
small town shit motel called the "Stikkit Inn" named after the local
scumlord, "Lyle Stikket".  She knew of the place, even stayed there a few
times in her younger days.  Since marrying Michael Porter her choice of
lodging improved immensely.  Parking her White Corolla in front of the room
given to her by an unknown source she wasn't sure what to expect.  It was
Monica's cell that called her.  She left a message for Michael as to where
she was going.  Just in case.

   Cautiously looking around before locating the room key she unlocks the
door and peeks inside.  Sure enough there was Monica covered up and
snoring. Entering just as cautiously she checked the room out before
shutting the door.  Opening a curtain enough to get some daylight she eased
around the bed and noted the girls matted hair.  The odor made Lisa wince
and pinch her nose.  A return to the window opened them up for fresh air.

   Sitting beside Monica she finds the girls cellphone left by the bed. 
Brock left it there in case Monica needed him.  Along with a note.

   Lisa read the note saying, "Sorry I couldn't stay.  Room is paid for the
weekend to give you a chance to get yourself together.  I couldn't take you
home because of Ryan.  Regardless of what you told me.  I text your Dad and
told him you were staying at a friends.  Acted like I was you.  He
mentioned a Lisa so I called her.  She's coming to stay with you.  Sounds
like a nice girl.  Call if you need me....Brock."

   Lisa looks in Monica's texts and discovers the truth.  Even the text
about setting Monica's Dad up with Lisa herself.  Reading that text made
Lisa shake her head. 

   "The guy was cute." She snickered and set the cell aside. 

   Letting Monica sleep some more Lisa stepped out to her car and brought
in a small bag of clothing consisting of sweats and t-shirts.  Clean
towels. Toothbrush and paste.  Body wash.  Shampoo.  Among other needs.

   After sitting there an hour scrolling in her own cell Lisa decides to
nudge her friend awake.

   "Hey Not so Beautiful?  Wake it and shake it."

   Monica groans and tries to roll over.

   "Ohhhhhhh no.  You need to get up and tell me what the heck happened."

   Realizing the voice finally she rolls back over and stares at Lisa. 
Disbelief crossed her face.

   "Yes.  You're not dreaming.  What did you do?"

   Monica tucks her pillow under her more then sighs.

   "Gangbang."

   "Wow.  Sure smells like one.  I brought you stuff to get cleaned up."

   "Where's Brock?"

   "He brought you to this Motel.  He left you a note here.  Called me to
come babysit you."

   "Oh!  It's good to see you." Monica pouts.

   "Were you hurt?" She eyes the covers imagining what might be hidden.

   "No.  Just dirty.  Lots of hickies."

   "May I?" Lisa pinches the covers as Monica releases them. 

   As Lisa pulls them back to see her entire body Monica rolls over and
gives her the complete view.

   "Hickies between your butt cheeks even.  They worked you over good."

   "I loved it." Monica brightens up.

   Sighing heavily Lisa nods, "I liked my first one too."

   In awe Monica sits up curling her legs under her then winces at the pain
all around.

   "You've been in a gangbang?"

   Lisa smirks, "Two.  I told you Michael and I were Swingers."

   "Awesome!  They used condoms.  All of them.  Poured cum on me from
bowls. At the end they pissed on me."

   "I can tell." Lisa offers a repulsed expression.

   "Sorry." She presses her lips together, "My ass hole hurts.  I've only
done anal once before.  I got it a lot last night."

   "You need to be more careful.  Gangbangs can tear you up.  My vagina was
ripped slightly the second time."

   "Ouch.  I feel fine overall.  Just really, really dirty."

   "Why don't I draw you a bath and get you smelling better.  I'm here as
long as you need me."

   "Awwwww!  Thank you for coming.  I loves my friend Lisa." Monica offers
a hug.

   "Let's save that for when you smell like cherry blossoms." 

   "Right."

   Lisa gets up and goes into the bathroom and fills the tub with water and
bath beads.  Once it reaches a decent depth and still hot she steps out,
"Your Jacuzzi awaits."

   Monica eases out of bed and steps past Lisa.  The water was perfect as
she slid down the wall into the steaming bath.  Lisa returns with a wash
rag and body wash.  Kneeling beside the tub Lisa wouldn't take no for an
answer in bathing the girl herself.

   Once the flesh was cleansed well Lisa brought out the shampoos and a ice
pitcher she used as a fresh water container in washing Monica's hair.

   Relaxing only for a few minutes Monica pulls the stopper on the water
and let the dirty stank go down the drain.  A secondary shower was needed
to cleanse even more.

   Once done Lisa held a large towel out for the girl.  Cloaking her after
a healthy dry Lisa then pulled her into a tight embrace.

   "Feel better?" Lisa rubs Monica's back.

   "Much.  Thanks again."

   "Any time."

   Lisa leaves Monica to brush her teeth and hair.  A hair dryer got things
back to normal.

   While Monica did her thing Lisa removed the smelly bed sheets and left
the top covers.  One to put over the mattress the other to cover up with.
She removed them from the room entirely.

   As Monica exited the bathroom she paced a bit before sitting on the bed
and picking up her cell.  She read the texts Brock had sent then blushed.

   "Oh boy.  My Dad replied with something personal.  I'm glad it wasn't
more."

   "I read the texts.  Sorry I snooped." Lisa bit her nail.

   "It's ok.  So you know my Dad wants you now." She giggles.

   With a deep breath Lisa replies, "We will see.  Michael and I have an
open relationship.  As long as we stay honest about it.  Your Dad is cute.
What about your Mom?  Does she know he strays?"

   "Oh no.  She would divorce him in a second."

   "I have to ask.  What you and your Father did at the Mall.  Doesn't that
bother you guys?  Especially about your Mom not knowing."

   Monica fidgets, "Truthfully?  I love my Mom but I don't care.  I like
satisfying my Dad.  He fucked me yesterday while My Mom was on the phone
with him.  We had her on speaker.  So erotic."

   "So he doesn't care either?"

   "No.  Well, maybe a little.  Not enough though.  Obviously not if he
wants to sleep with you." 

   "He knows I'm young and sexy."

   "Yes you are." Lisa giggles.

   Monica brightens up, "We should have a threesome with Daddy."

   "Slow down Beautiful." She ponders, "Okay.  But only if you have a
threesome with me and Michael."

   "Deal!!!!" Monica jumps in her seat then winces.

   "Should we have your Father drive out here and care for you?" Lisa felt
he should.

   "No.  Brock told him I was staying with you until after school tomorrow.
I don't think I can hide all these hickies so school might be a few days
without me."

   "A few days?  A few weeks.  Those won't just go away."

   "True.  I can use make up on the ones around my throat and chest.  My
Mom seeing these would be bad."

   "You might not have much choice.  Your Mom won't let you be away from
home too long.  If she was like my Mom, three days max."

   Sighing heavily Monica just draws her knees up to her chin and stares.

   "If you don't want to stay here Michael and I have a couch."

   "I can have people come to me here.  I just feel badly for Brock's son.
Well for Brock too.  Ryan doesn't know I went to the gangbang.  He doesn't
even know his Dad has had me.  I just told Brock that Ryan has fucked me
for awhile now."

   "Wow!  You get around Critter."

   "Critter?  That's cute."

   "Pet name.  Bad habit.  Sorry."

   "It's alright.  I like it.  Beautiful is better though."

   Laughing felt healthy.

   Lisa finally pats her own knees, "So, what now?"

   "I haven't eaten since yesterday.  Unless you count cum." Monica
cringes.

   "Anderson does have a Mom and Pop Diner.  Five booths and a counter." 

   "I don't have any money."

   Lisa rolls her eyes, "Big Sis has credit cards."

   "Aww!  We're related now.  So cool."

   "Siamese twins."

   "Yep!  Stuck together at the lips."

   Monica dives at Lisa and kisses her on the lips.  Lisa accepted and they
fell back on the bed.  Twelve minutes later the Twins split up.  Breakfast
in bed.

   Miles away Brock Quinones was drinking coffee when his son Ryan finally
woke up and came downstairs. 

   "Hey Dad." Ryan opened a cabinet for a pop tart box.

   "Son.  We need to have a chat."

   Frozen as he opened the foil wrapper he looks up, "About what?"

   "Monica."

   "What about her?"

   "What's this "Master" stuff about?"

   "Wow!  She told you that?"

   "More than that.  Don't worry I'm not pissed off.  We both have some
demons in us."

   Ryan drops his jaw uncertain what to say.

   Brock sets down at the breakfast table and motions Ryan to join him. 
Once seated Brock nods and gives up.

   "I had sex with her too.  No more secrets.  I'm not going to sleep with
her anymore.  I begged her not to tell you so don't be mad at her."

   "I'm not.  This is weird."

   "You realize that you really can't control that girl right?  It's just a
game to her this Master stuff."

   "I figured.  It's just fun.  So far she's done everything I tell her
too."

   "And, she might keep that up.  The girls become a nympho." 

   Clasping his hands together around his coffee mug Brock growls, "I'm
going to tell you something.  Once I'm done I want you to go to Monica. 
Alright?"

   Ryan looks in the direction of the "Gift" home next door.

   "She's not at home."

   "Where at then?"

   "In Anderson.  The "Stikkit Inn" Motel.  I left her there to get things
together.  She had a rough night."

   Ryan sits up with a glint of horror in his expression.

   "She's fine.  Just...tired."

   "What did she do?  What did YOU do?"

   "Something I let her con me into.  I think you know her better than me
when she wants something her way."

   "Tell me."

   "How about I show you instead?"

   He motions his son to follow him upstairs to Brock's bedroom.  There
Brock places the videotape of the night in "Holly's" bar.

   They watched excerpts of it with fast forward.  Ryan nearly pulled his
hair out.

   "She wanted that.  I honestly did try and talk her out of it.  I'm
ashamed of myself for even allowing it.  Let alone arrange it.  If you hate
me so be it."

   Ryan watches the parts of her on the pool table with 3 guys in her at
once.  Then the bowls of cum.  Followed by the urination squad.

   "That's fucked up." Ryan mumbles.

   "Blame me!  I'll accept my fate."

   "No Dad.  It's my fault.  I brought this out of her.  Look at all those
hickies.  Her Parents will have a cow.  Her Mom at least."

   Brock looks bewildered, "Why not her Dad?"

   Ryan swallows harshly and just offers a strange expression.

   Brock caught on quick, "Incest too huh?"

   "I have to get to Anderson." Ryan jumps up.

   "Hold on.  I called some girl named Lisa from her cell.  She's out there
with her.  I just needed to be honest with you."

   "Thanks.  I'll go call her before I leave."

   Ryan got dressed and headed for his car before dialing.

   Back in Anderson,

   Monica had donned the sweats Lisa had brought her and the two had drove
over three blocks to the "Sunny Side Up" diner.

   Sitting at a booth the two girls giggled and talked about their kiss. 

   The waitress was a young girl herself.  Possibly twenty at best. 
Bringing them glasses of water with her.

   "Morning.  My name is "April".  What can I get you today?"

   "My aren't you a looker.  Small town life does something right." Lisa
winks.

   April smiles warmly, "Why thank you."

   April was 5'4, petite, with 34C's.  Short brown hair and big brown eyes.

   "What's good here, April?" Monica ogles the menu.

   "Blueberry pancakes.  We have a special of those with sausage and two
eggs."

   "Sounds yummy.  I'll take that.  Scrambled." Monica grins up at her.

   Lisa adds, "Just bacon and 2 eggs for me.  Sunny side up like the sign
says."

   April jots it all down then steps away.

   As soon as she leaves Ryan calls.  Monica looks at her cell.  With a
sigh she answers.

   "Hey Handsome."

   Ryan was already driving.  He was three miles from Anderson.

   "Are you okay?  Dad filled me in."

   "I'm fine.  We're eating breakfast at the Anderson Diner.  Me and my
friend Lisa.  You recall my Pizza Delivery friend?"

   "Yea.  Tell her thanks for watching over you.  I'm on my way there now.
Five minutes away maybe."

   "You didn't have to.  But I'll be waiting."

   They hang up and Lisa looks at Monica's face.

   "This Ryan sounds like he cares."

   "He does.  I just like doing things on my own.  I'm sure he wants more
but I'm happy being free."

   "Good boys are hard to come by."

   "I like all boys though.  Some girls even." She sticks her tongue out at
Lisa.

   Monica brightens up with a brilliant idea, "My Dad asked for pictures of
you.  Let's take some and send them to him."

   "Now?" Lisa squints with a hint of, "Seriously?"

   "Yes.  Come on.  Please with sugar and me on top?"

   Grinning sheepishly Lisa looks around the small Diner.  There was only
two older men at the counter.  The workers were either cooking or assisting
in back.

   "Make it quick."

   Lisa lifts her T-shirt and bra to reveal her perky 36C's.  No bra.  She
then leans back winking at Monica's primed cell camera.  A snapshot later
they giggle over the pose.

   "More." Monica hints.

   Gritting her teeth Lisa stands up in her own sweats and steps back a few
feet.  She then turns around and moons Monica for a picture.  No panties
on. Commando this day.

   "More." Monica insisted.

   "What more do you want?"

   "Coochie!"

   "Good Lord.  He better at least show me a cock picture after this."

   "He will.  I'll make him send one." 

   Looking around again for safety Lisa lowers the sweats to her knees and
lifts her shirt up over her breasts.

   At that exact moment Ryan pulled up in front of the big glass windows
and saw the event.  He dropped his jaw at Lisa's bravado. 

   Behind the counter young April also caught the lovely blond in her
stance.  Her eyes bulged and she smiled like never before.

   "Over your head." Monica motions, knowing April was watching.

   Lisa growls and pulls her T-shirt over her head and drags her hair
through.

   "Down to your ankles." Monica dares.

   "Really?" Lisa whispers and hurries to comply.

   The luscious blond was nude.

   The picture was perfect.

   Lisa hears the side door ping and bends over to pull her sweats up.  As
she stood up straight she realized April had seen her as well as Ryan. 
April zipped her lip with a grin and a thumbs up.

   As her shirt went down Ryan was behind her.

   "That was HOT!" He chimes.

   Lisa blushes, "You must be Ryan."

   "You must be Lisa."

   They shake hands just as April brings their food.  As Ryan scoots in
beside Monica April steps up to Lisa.

   "That was incredible.  You have a perfect body." April turns red with
her vocal admiration.

   "I guess our compliments are even now.  Except for one thing."

   April rests the food on the table before asking, "One thing?"

   "You've seen me and I haven't seen you." Lisa winks tickling April in
the ribs.

   Giggling April looks over at Monica and Ryan.  Ryan was mesmerized by
April's cuteness.

   Monica sighs, "What else is there to do in a town this size?"

   April holds a finger up, "Give me five minutes.  Lester is ready to pay
his check.  I need to make sure my Aunt Greta won't step out of the
Kitchen. I might just surprise you."

   Scurrying away Lisa puckers her lip and sits down eying Monica and Ryan.

   "I didn't see that coming."

   Monica begins sending pictures to her Dad while hugging her body against
Ryan.  She stops only to peck Ryan on the cheek.

   "Thank you for coming out here."

   "I have your back.  You know that."

   Smiling warmly she whispers, "Thank you Master."

   He huffs, "You know that's not true."

   "I will obey you whenever you want me to do something.  Just let me do
what I want when I feel the desire.  Fair enough?"

   Nodding Ryan agrees, "Fair enough.  I can't believe you did that
Gangbang."

   "Brock told you?"

   "Told me?  Showed me the video." He puffed his cheeks eying Lisa.

   "Video?  My aren't we just all Debbie Does Dallas.  I wanna see." Lisa
giggles.

   Ryan chuckles, "Pretty sexy yourself."

   "I haven't seen you naked yet Mister Ryan." She wags her finger smiling
evilly.

   Monica straightens up in her seat, "Show her.  I dare you."

   Ryan creases his brow, "What?"

   "Here in the Diner.  Be brave like Lisa did."

   As they antagonize each other Monica's Dad "Aaron" texts back.

   "Here's Dad.  He says, "That is one FINE ass woman."

   Lisa offers an impressed expression, "I still haven't seen his picture
neither."

   A quick text later Monica tells her Dad to send him a dick pic.  Then it
dawns on her, "Wait a second.  You saw my Dad's dick at the Mall."

   Lisa blushes, "Oh yea.  I guess I did.  How did I forget that?"

   "You just wanted to see it again." Monica narrows her eyes pointing at
Lisa.

   "Sue me.  I'm a slut too."

   Ryan shakes his head, "Wow!  This is insane."

   They get distracted as the old Farmer Lester and his friend both leave
at the same time.  April asks for one more second then hurries into the
Kitchen.  Seconds later she returns.

   "Okay.  Aunt Greta stepped out back to smoke.  What you did was so
freaking sexy." April speedily recites.

   "So, let's see just how wild you are." Lisa encourages.

   April eyes Ryan, "Hi."

   "Hey." Ryan nods.

   Biting her lower lip April discards her apron to the next booth then
quickly unbuttons her white blouse.  Beneath was a lacey pink bra.  She
lifts it up to let her perky breasts breath.  Nervous April looks over her
shoulder before removing the shirt entirely.  Then the bra unclasped and
she sat it over the clothes in the booth.  She was topless.

   "Don't stop there." Lisa winks. 

   April eyes Ryan then turns her back to him, "Unzip my skirt."

   Ryan swiftly obeys and she wiggles it down to her feet stepping out. 
Now other than her socks and shoes she wore only a pink thong.

   Ryan huffs at her shape, "Wow!"

   Monica admires his interest and needs to escalate.  Just for Ryan.

   "Might as well lose the thong too." She giggles.

   "I only have a few minutes more.  Greta usually smokes two before coming
in."

   Bending over the thong peels off and she tosses it. 

   "Bravo.  April you have a stunning body.  I love that silky soft
snatch." Lisa grins reaching over to caress the pubic area, "Ryan?  You
should feel how soft this is."

   Ryan hesitates until April steps closer to him.  Encouraged he caresses
the area and sneaks a thumb along her clit.  April's eyes flare and she
hisses, "That sent shivers."

   Monica poises her camera, "May I?"

   "Just don't use it against me." She continually looks over her shoulder
then out into the parking lot at cars driving by.

   Monica snaps a quick set of three poses.

   "Your turn Ryan.  Strip and pose with April." Lisa motions him to hurry.

   April fidgets, "Group pose?"

   Lisa leaps up and quickly loses her shirt and drops her sweats.  Posing
with April.  Monica snaps pics of Lisa and April touching each other's
breasts.

   With an elbow to his ribs Ryan takes the hint and stands up.  His shirt
comes off and he quickly unfastens his jeans dropping they and his boxers
to his boots.

   April dropped her jaw at his proud erection.  It was huge to her.

   "Oh my Gosh.  He's gigantic."

   "Touch it." Monica charms her.

   "Let's both touch it." Lisa pulls a shuffling Ryan further from the
table.  There Lisa crouches dragging April down with her.  They both stroke
his cock playfully laughing.

   April marvels at his girth.

   Monica pushes the envelope, "Both of you lick his cock."

   Lisa grins at April, "Want to?"

   April distorts her mouth, worried of Greta returning.  Finally she nods
with a wanting grin and joins Lisa in molding their tongues to each side of
his crown.  Ryan was grinning from ear to ear.

   After the picture Lisa hops up and quietly tells April to stay there. 
She gets dressed really fast before leaning down over April's shoulder,
"I'll run interference if Greta steps inside and comes this way.  I can see
the door open from here.  Have fun."



   April pauses to look up at Ryan who offered her a look of please don't
stop.

   Monica scoots out of the booth and kneels beside April to hug her from
the side.  April tensed up slightly but Monica offered her a friendly, "I
think you might be my new bestie."

   "I like friends.  I don't really have many in this hick town." She
replies.

   Before letting the girl give up Monica joins her by reaching up to
squeeze Ryan's balls.  His dick instinctively twitched higher.  The sudden
move made April giggle.

   "I think he likes you." Monica winks.

   April shrugs faintly, "I don't get to meet guys much.  My family is kind
of confining."

   "You look like you know what you're doing."

   "Now and then I date but mostly it's just things I make myself do."

   "You like taking chances don't you?  Just like I do.  I'm an
exhibitionist.  I've recently graduated to loving sex."

   "I sneak out at night sometimes and walk naked in the fields."

   "Stick with me April.  I'll be your streaking partner." Monica grins.

   Lisa whispers loudly, "Hurry it up.  Greta just lit her second
cigarette."

   "What do you want to do more than anything right this minute?" Monica
stares her in the eye.

   "I've always wanted to fuck on the job.  I dream of a guy coming in and
seducing me while I wait their table."

   Monica leaps up and pulls her to her feet.  Moving to the next booth she
helps April hop up on the table. 

   "Get over here Ryan."

   Ryan trudges in his lowered pants and stands between April's legs. 
Monica then pats Ryan on the ass.

   "Make her dream come true."

   Ryan looks down at April swallowing harshly, "You sure about this?"

   April looks up nodding, "Please.  Do it."

   Lining his cock up to her pussy he barely coaxes it inside her.  The
girl was tight as hell.  Wet though.  One thrust later he was on his way.
April moaned immediately.  Louder and louder.  The shriller her voice
became the more Ryan panicked.

   "Don't stop." April reaches for Ryan with emotional eyes.

   Monica snaps picture after picture. 

   Mid thrusting Ryan notices a grain truck pulling off the road into the
far end of the parking lot.  He keeps fucking but eyes dart back and forth.
Her warm pussy was loosening up and feeling entirely too good.

   Monica see's the truck too and frowns. 

   As the truck parks a pair of men jump down and start to walk toward the
Diner.

   "Better stop.  Customers." Monica says then stops to squint, "Wait.  I
know them.  They were at "Holly's" last night.  Keep going Ryan.  Give
April the complete fantasy."

   Monica then pats April on the arm with a smile.  Leaving the Diner to
Lisa as Guardian, Monica steps outside and walks toward the Farmers.

   "What?  You guys following me?" She giggles and walks over to greet
them.

   "Look who it is.  We figured you went home and crawled into bed crying."
Said one of them.

   "Crying?  Buddy, I loved every second of that.  I may be tender right
now but I could go more."

   "We would but we don't have time.  Only grabbing a quick bite then
hitting the fields.  Raincheck?" Says the other.

   "Sure.  But, the tables might be full." She winks and uses her thumb to
point at the windows.

   Both men glare toward the Diner to see April's legs in the air.  Ryan
was a heated sweaty mess but kept on going. 

   "Is that April getting screwed on the table?" The larger Farmer grunted.

   His friend tilted his ball cap back, "God damn.  It is April.  Who's she
with?"

   Monica steps between both of them and hugs an arm each, "My friend Ryan.
Let them have their fun."

   "Where's Greta?  She's going to beat that girl's ass."

   Lisa pops over to the windows and taps her wrist.  Greta was done
smoking.

   Monica waves for Ryan to stop and hurry out.  He doesn't see her until
Lisa grabs his arm.  Watching the panic set in Ryan pulls out of April. 
April quickly crawls off the table and takes Ryan by the hand.  She leads
him into the bathroom.  As the door closes Monica and Lisa felt relieved.
Lisa sat down quickly.

   "Gentleman?  Let's go get you some breakfast." Monica giggles and pats
their asses.

   The men "Drake" and "Lonnie" uneasy follow along.  They knew things
could get ugly once Greta came in.

   Entering the Diner Monica sat them at the table Ryan and April was
fucking on.  Lonnie lifted up April's clothes with a funny look. 

   Lisa quickly leaned over "Drake" and snatched the uniform.  In doing so
her breasts caressed his cheek.

   "Morning Studly." Lisa chuckled.

   Hiding the clothes swiftly beside her they heard Greta open the back
door and enter the Kitchen.  The woman then came to the Chef's counter
looking over into the Diner.

   "Where did that girl go?" Greta frowned.

   Drake spoke up, "April's in the restroom.  Think she's sick.  We can get
our coffee if you can make us some Steak and Eggs."

   Greta looked concerned but went back to her cooking.

   "Smooth." Monica winks at Drake.

   The noise from the bathroom was muffled but there was no mistake they
were still fucking.  Laughter had to be contained as the toilet flushed.  A
sign they presumed meant the two were done.  Lisa giggling softly left her
booth and took April's clothing with her. 

   Gently knocking Lisa whispers, "I got her clothes."

   The door opens quietly and narrowly.  Ryan with his pants up claims his
shirt and her clothes.  Seconds later Ryan steps out and shuffles over to
Monica sliding into the booth.

   Lisa returned to the table also and looked at Ryan, "How was it?"

   Drake stood up to go get coffee but took time to pat Ryan on the back.
The action made Ryan smirk and blush.

   Minutes later April fully dressed with apron on emerges from the
restroom with the brightest smile of her life.  She looked at Lonnie
cautiously then lowered her gaze.  The man snapped his fingers at her to
get her attention.  He winked at her and gave her a thumbs up.  April shyly
stepped to Monica's table whispering, "Thank you."

   Ryan gets a spontaneous peck on the cheek before April steps away to
face her Aunt.

   Greta asked April if she was okay.  The girl merely nodded and said,
"Much better now."

   Lisa and Monica finally ate their breakfast with evil grins.

   Before leaving Monica steps over to April at the counter. 

   "Hotel.  Room 12.  I'll be there all night if you want to stop by.  Ryan
will be too."

   Her eyes brightened up.  Her excitability was contagious.

   As Lisa paid for their meal she also paid for Lonnie and Drake. 

   "Leave the girl a tip." Lisa points at them.

   "Will do." Drake nodded.

   As Monica, Lisa, and Ryan left the Diner Lisa chuckled and stepped over
to the window next to the two men's booth.  They looked up just as she
lifted her shirt and pressed her bare breasts against the glass.  Both men
reached over and rubbed the glass as if touching them.

   April busted up laughing.

   "Too much fun, Critter."

   Ryan followed them back to the Hotel.



   Monica 26: Licking Wounds

   Back at the "Stikkit Inn" Hotel.

   As soon as Monica, Lisa, and Ryan enter the Hotel Room Monica turns to
Ryan and lifts her shirt over her head.  Then her sweat pants came off.

   "See my battle scars?" Monica frowns.

   Ryan steps back to see over twenty separate hickies gracing her body
from neck to toe.

   "Damn Monica.  That's a lot of bruising.  How do you plan on explaining
this to your parents?" He sizes her up.

   "I just have to hide these from my Mom.  Dad will shut up fast.  He
might be grumpy but he won't ground me or anything."

   "So much for anymore classroom exhibitions.  Everyone is going to wonder
why you're hiding."

   "Oh I'm not letting these stop me.  I'll just blame the hicky rash on
you." She giggles.

   "Me?  Yeah they'll buy that.  Not even."

   "So I tell them the truth then.  My flock will stand by me."

   "Maybe."

   Lisa clears her throat, "You're stripping in school?"

   Monica waves her hand gayly, "Pffft!  What haven't I done in school."

   Shaking her head Lisa sighs, "Wish I had done that."

   "You still could." Monica winks.

   "Critter?  I'm a married 25 year old woman.  I can't go into a school
like you're doing without going to prison.  I love my Michael too much to
be wearing Orange."

   Monica hears her cell ping.  Looking at it she realizes her cell is
nearly dead.

   "It's my Dad.  Cell has 25% charge." Still she reads his text, "Oh,
here's his dick pic for you."

   Lisa laughs and hovers over her shoulder to look, "Yep.  I recall that
monster."

   Ryan groans as Monica shows him.

   "Now you know why I love my Daddy." She sticks her tongue out at Ryan.

   Lisa pats Monica on the back, "Sweetie?  I need to get back home.  Keep
the things I brought you.  My offer of the couch is still open if you
change your mind."

   "Thanks.  Brock paid through tomorrow.  Besides I want to visit more
with April.  So does Ryan."

   "Okie.  You call me as soon as you get back home.  Tell your Dad I'll
consider meeting up with him after Michael knows I might.  Please be
careful.  No more gangbangs for awhile.  Heal up."

   Hugging her Monica sighs, "I know I want to try more.  I can't help it."

   "At least wait until I can join you." Lisa giggles, "You take care of
her Ryan.  Good luck."

   He nods and offers her a hug too.

   Leaving with a wave they watch her get into her car and drive away.

   Ryan then leers at Monica, "Don't ever hide shit from me again.  I need
to be there to keep you from getting hurt."

   "NO YOU DON'T.  I went through this with your Dad, Ryan.  I told Brock
there are things I just need to do without interference.  Live with it."

   "How many guys had sex with you last night?" He had to know.

   "Just under 30 somewhere."

   His eyes bulge and he starts to pace the room.

   "30?????????  Are you out of your mind?"

   "I was out of my body." She laughs, "Ryan?  Please stop.  You wanted me
to push myself.  I did.  I'll keep doing that."

   He grumbles loudly, "So, how many next?  50?"

   "I would try it."

   "You're committing suicide Monica.  That's too many."

   "No it's not.  It's my life and my body.  If I want to fuck 100 guys one
after another I will.  Either be my best friend and challenge me or I'll
find someone who will."

   He stares in awe of her drive and finally shrugs, "Alright.  I'm with
you because I care."

   "Good.  Now take a nap with me I'm bushed."

   "You do know I deliver pizza in about 3 hours right?"

   "Oh.  Call off.  Or call Holden or Shane and have them stay with me.  I
can introduce them to April."

   He sneers at her.  Ryan kind of liked April.

   "I'll call them.  Both of them are off tonight."

   "Thank you.  I also need my cell charger and some clothes.  If I make a
list can you sneak into my bedroom and grab stuff?"

   "With your parents home?  Just tell your Dad to pack things for me."

   Eyes rolling Monica groans, "FINE!  I'll tell him to bring them to your
job.  DO NOT tell him what I did.  Let me be the one to explain it to him."

   "Good.  I don't need roughed up for letting you do that.  Wait until I'm
like graduated and off to college."

   She sways in her seat on the bed, "Yeah.  Probably better.  Speaking of
college.  When does your brother Kyle come home from school again?"

   Ryan stares at her without expression, "Why?  So you can have all of the
Quinones men?"

   "I never even considered that.  But, now that you mention it." She
offers a grim creased brow, "No.  I wondered if he knew that guy with the
dogs from the park.  They go to the same college and all."

   "Uh-huh!  Who knows.  Whenever you hear a Motorcycle pull up out back
you will know when I do.  I'm not his babysitter."

   She pouts and stares at Ryan rather lost all of a sudden.  Finally she
stands up and drifts into his arms for a much needed hug.

   "I'm sorry if you think differently of late." She huffs over his
shoulder.

   "Only that you obviously had sex with my Dad too.  Behind my back."

   "He didn't want me to tell you.  I didn't want to tell him about you
either.  I only wanted to keep peace between you two."

   "I get it.  It's out there now.  I'm not that pissed.  Besides I
encouraged you to have sex with your Dad.  I'm probably the sickest of both
of us."

   "I call them both "Daddy".  I'm worse."

   A tense groan led to their separation.  Ryan looks around him awkwardly,
"Ok.  Use your text to tell your Dad to pack what you need.  I'll go get it
while I'm on break from work."

   "Thank you Master." She whispers.

   "Master?  Nahhh!  Just your friend."

   "Not true.  When I say Master that's your cue to make me obey you.  No
matter what."

   "That kind of makes you the Master doesn't it?"

   She mulls it over, "Ok, I guess I am.  But, I'll relent to you on
occasion.  You just take the cue running.  Deal?"

   He laughs shaking his head, "Yeah, sure.  Hey, tell April good things
about me.  She was pretty hot.  I felt chemistry."

   "No you felt her cum all over your cock in that tiny bathroom."

   "That too.  Still, I would date her."

   "I'll see what I can do."

   One nod later Ryan left her room and hit the road.

   Monica texted her Dad then hit the bed.  Out like a light.

   Shortly after 3:30 in the afternoon Monica heard knocking at the motel
room door.  In a daze she crawled from her bed sheets and stumbled to the
door.  Without even looking to see whom was knocking Monica merely opened
the door and hid her eyes from the bright mid day sun.  Never too worried
about who saw her nude she stood there hugging the door while blinded.

   "Well, now.  I surely wasn't expecting this." 

   The voice was new to her as her eyes adapted to see a short portly man
in his mid 60's. 

   "Oh geez!  I'm sorry.  I was out cold and expecting it to be somebody
else." She hid further behind the door.

   "No harm done.  I'm the owner of this motel.  Name's "Lyle".  Just
checking if the room was still occupied.  I noticed the renter leaving
earlier and not return.  Thought maybe he changed his mind and locked the
key in the room like most of my renters do."

   "No.  I'm here.  He rented the room for me to escape my family for a
couple nights." She decides not to be shy and step into perfect view of her
full frontal nudity.  She had zero shame these days.  As she does he
swiftly notices all of her hicky bruising. 

   "You get beat up?" He squints to examine each of her marks.

   "No.  Just a hungry bunch of guys." She sighs delicately pulling her
bangs from her eyes.  She needed to take her contacts out.  Sleeping in
them was not a good thing but she had forgotten in her tired state.  Not
too mention she had no solution nor her contact container.  She thought to
herself "Medicine cup it is."

   "In my hotel room?" He glares around her to see no other occupants.

   "Oh no.  It happened elsewhere.  But, I'm sure the hotel gets plenty of
action even without my participation." She giggles.

   Nodding the older man had to agree, "True dat.  Looks like the worked
you over pretty good."

   She noticed him checking her body out and felt slightly awkward.  Still,
Monica couldn't ignore mischief.

   "Oh they did.  I was held down and taken hard.  I feel like my ass is
bruised even.  I just can't see back there.  Does it look terrible?" She
twists in step to show her backside to him.  She even went so far as to
bend over and spread her butt cheeks.  The older man had trouble forming
words at her boldness.

   "Young lady, you have hickies between your butt cheeks even.  Must have
been a wild party."

   "It wasn't really a party.  I just let a bunch of guys gangbang me."

   He scratched the base of his skull and shook his head, "My, my!  You
poor thing.  Need any lotion applied to those hickies?  Might soothe the
aching."

   Tempted to let him she notices a pickup truck pulling up.

   "Rain check?  My friends are here.  They came to keep me company.  Bless
you for the offer "Lyle".  "

   He realizes their arrival as he grins sheepishly, "Going to be
shenanigans in my hotel room here?"

   "Probably!" She giggles.

   "No reason to keep it down.  You're my only tenant presently.  If I get
more I'll let you know to quiet things down a notch."

   "Thanks Lyle.  You're a sweetheart."

   "That's what all my ole ladies say." He winks.

   He turns as her friends Shane and Holden step from Shane's pickup.  Lyle
takes the liberty of chuckling at the boys, "Y'all have fun with that one."

   The boys grin and salute the old man.  As soon as his back is turned
they both eye Monica with a gross expression.

   She whispers loudly with a pouty face, "Is that look toward him or
me?" 

   Checking her out as they reach her Shane takes her hand and twirls her
in step whistling, "Someone did a number on you."

   She wiggles proudly, "Don't ask the number because I'm not positive how
many.  Under 30.  The amount of guys, not their ages.  I think the average
age of the guys there were 40 and up."

   Holden offers a queer expression, "God I hope you used protection."

   "They did.  It was enforced." She hops in step nervously, " My butt
hurts really bad."

   "Bet you didn't use a butt plug in preparation did you?" Shane chuckles.

   She whines wishing she had thought of that, "Nooooooooo!  It's not like
I've ever used one of those before.  I need to invest in one."

   "There's a sex store up the Interstate about 15 miles.  I think it's
called the "Licker Store"." Holden adds.

   Monica puckers, "So which of you sexy studs is taking me shopping?"

   "You must think we're rich being Pizza Entrepreneurs." Shane scoffs.

   "Pleassssssse?  I'll blow you guys."

   "Blow?  That's all?" Shane rolls his eyes.

   "You try having every hole you have filled multiple times and expect to
get laid." Her smirk was spirited.

   "Nobody to blame but yourself Miss Slut." Holden offers his opinion.

   She giddily dances in circles, "I know!  Isn't it awesome?"

   "You really went that far?  I thought you were bullshitting." Shane
again rolls his eyes knowing full well she did.

   "Yep.  Loved it.  Can't wait to do it again."

   Holden frowns his concern, "This can't be healthy, Monica."

   She immediately puts a hand up and glares darkly at him, "Stop!  This is
my life.  Oh, I also did shots of Bourbon.  So nasty.  Took the edge off
though."

   "Jack?  That stuff puts me on my ass." Shane recalls.

   "I don't know what kind or who.  All I know is my ass was put on...a
lot." She laughs at her own joke.

   As they banter about a small white car pulls into the gravel parking
lot. Monica didn't even both to hide her nudity.  With the sun in the car
windows she couldn't tell who it was.  Only Holden stepped in front of her
as a precaution.  Until she pushed him aside.

   The car stops behind the pickup truck and a power window rolls down to
reveal a familiar face.

   "Hi!" 

   "April!  Hey sexy.  Glad you could make it." Monica darts out to her car
and around to the drivers side.  Being barefooted the hot gravel made
Monica dance to reach the girl.  Diving into her window she hugs the short
dark brown haired beauty. 

   "I love how much freedom you have.  I would be scared shitless." April
flares her eyes shyly.

   "Ohhhhhhhh NO!  You don't go there Missy." Monica points at her.

   "What did I say?" April drops her jaw shocked.

   "You just fucked my friend Ryan in your Aunt's Diner.  In front of a
huge glass window.  On a booth table top.  Don't you dare act shy." She
reaches in and puts the car in park before opening her door and dragging
the girl from her seat.  The girl had to struggle to shut the engine off. 

   April had changed out of her uniform into a pair of white shorts and a
lavender plaid button down shirt.  Her legs were lightly tanned but for the
most part it was easy to tell the girl wasn't a sun person.  Funny
considering the place this girl worked at was called "The Sunny Side Up
Diner". 

   "Guys?  This is my new bestie, "April" , I don't know your last name."
She grasps.

   April blushes as the boys stare her down with a glint of lust. 

   "My last name's "Wallace"."

   "April Wallace?  This is Shane and Holden.  Two of Ryan's friends.  Mine
too."

   "Hi." She flutters her fingers bashfully.

   The boys were dumbstruck by her beauty.  Ryan hadn't even told them
about her.  Let alone tapping her in a Diner.  Disbelief was evident.  No
way did Ryan fuck this girl.

   "Okay.  Rocks are hot.  Gotta go." Monica hobbles dramatically into the
shade of the hotel structure. 

   Standing there with uncertainty April fidgeted and kicked the toe of her
left shoe into the gravel.  She was pretty nervous about meeting new guys.
Even she couldn't believe her actions earlier in the day.  The recollection
gave her shivers.  Damp in certain areas.

   "Isn't she beautiful?" Monica pined.

   The guys both nodded and finally overcame their own shyness.

   "So you work at a Diner?" Holden jumps at his first thought.

   "Yes.  I work for my Aunt Greta as a Waitress.  So boring.  Mostly
farmers in the morning.  Like Lonnie and Drake."

   Monica smugly added, "Fucked them."

   Shane shook his head at Monica's attitude.  He then turns his attention
toward April.

   "Did you really....you and Ryan?"

   Biting her lower lip the brunette nods sheepishly, "Yes."

   "It was soooo HOT!  Her body is incredible.  She saw my friend Lisa
strip down for cell pics and jumped at the chance to join in."

   Monica threw her body into Shane to sweeten her giddiness.

   April laughs faintly at Monica's exuberance.

   "I've always wanted to be naked in public.  I just never could get the
right opportunity.  Once I saw how bold your friend Lisa was I knew I had
to try."

   "Try?  Girl you blew the doors to that Diner off their hinges.  I was
afraid the sprinkler system was going to go off.  So HOT!" Monica couldn't
contain herself.

   Holden winces, "I think you're still drunk."

   "Nope!  Just loving life." Monica shrugged smiling.

   April continues to blush and bat her beautiful brown eyes.  Often shying
her gaze away to look at her feet before returning to enhance their
attraction toward her.

   Monica frowns and points at obvious erections in both men, "See these?
They weren't caused by me and I'm freaking naked.  They can't keep their
eyes off of you."

   This makes April grip her left wrist with her right hand.  In doing so
her gently unbuttoned cleavage bunches tightly together.  She liked to
offer at least a temptation when wearing button down shirts.  Her 36C's
were eager to please.  Yet, she maintained a playful shyness.  She did
indeed love the thought that she had created these erections.

   Monica eyed the guys trying not to blush in their own set of nervous
reaction.

   Finally, Monica changes the subject. 

   "Hey.  You don't happen to have any hand lotion in your purse do you?"

   April peps up, "Yes, actually." She turns to wiggle her shapely petite
ass toward her passenger door and leans through the opened car window for
her purse.  In bending over April offered them an innocent glimmer of butt
cheeks as she stretched into the interior.  Once retrieving her purse she
straightens up and turns to face everyone.

   "It's scented.  Lilac." She produces a nearly full tube of lotion.

   "My body is pretty tender.  I could use a nice gentle rub down."

   April starts to step forward and hand it to Holden when Monica clears
her throat, "No.  Guys get too rough.  Why do you think I need the lotion.
Help me out?" 

   April flares her eyes, "I noticed the bruises.  Ouch."

   "Please?" Monica pouts toward the girl.

   Stuttering slightly she trembles, "I can."

   Joyously clapping her hands in a silent manner Monica turns and skips
into her Hotel room.  Once inside she throws herself on to the bed.  There
she lay patiently kicking her feet in a playful display.

   The guys both shrug at April who coyly steps between them to reach the
doorway.  The boys stood three feet apart.  April knew her perfume alone
had them following her at close proximity.

   Entering the room April shivers at seeing Monica awaiting.  She was
beautiful.  Even with all of the bruising. 

   Shane starts to shut the door when Monica stops him, "Leave it open. 
It's sexier."

   The guys stood in the doorway watching as April stood above Monica
gritting her perfect teeth before sitting down next to her.

   "I've never put lotion on another girl before." She mumbles hesitantly.

   "I won't bite.  If I let them do this they would devour me." Monica
sticks her tongue out at the boys.

   April giggles, "And, that's a bad thing?"

   "Seriously?  Look at me.  No it wouldn't be a bad thing.  Still I need
to recover a little before any more rough stuff."

   The small town Goddess expresses a pouty face, feeling empathy for the
wounded girl.  With a deep inhale "April Renee Wallace" dabs lotion on her
palm before resting the tube aside.  With a nervous yet delicate touch she
spreads the lotion over the bruises along Monica's spine.  Monica pulled
her long hair to her right shoulder to give the girl room to work.

   "Do they hurt?" April winces as Monica moans ever so tenderly.

   "Not so much.  Just tender.  You have a soft touch.  I like that."

   "I try." April exhales softly. 

   After coating her neck and shoulder wounds, April bypasses Monica's ass
and goes further south to the backs of her legs.  Once done that left only
the cheeks and what bruises lie within the recesses of her crack.

   "Keep going.  I took a shower so I'm clean in all the right places."
Monica giggles and arches her ass in the air. 

   April fans herself while squirting more lotion on her palm.  As she did
so her eyes drifted up toward Shane and Holden.  Both boys were nurturing
the tented jeans over their crotches.  She had to blush.  No choice.  Both
men were drooling at the sight of one girl touching another.

   Leaning over Monica April whispers, "I think your friends are having fun
watching this."

   Huffing at the revelation Monica sighs verbally, "I bet they might have
more fun if you acted like you were getting turned on."

   Giggling April whispers, "What if that were true?"

   Monica returns to smother April in her lengthy hair whispering, "I say
tease those bastards for all they're worth."

   With shivering eyes and a deafening smile April hisses, "Okay."

   Sitting up April acts as if struggling to get comfortable on the
mattress.  Moving about every few seconds she groans with a deep exhale. 
Finally, she untucks her buttoned down shirt from her shorts.  That led to
another brief encounter with Monica.  Adding lotion awkwardly between her
butt cheeks and trying not to actually touch her anal cavity nor her
pussy. 

   "Oh my gosh.  It's so hot in here." April fanned herself.  It was rather
stuffy even with the windows and door open.  The motel didn't have air
conditioning.  Merely a sluggish ceiling fan that helped very little.

   April decides to unbutton her shirt and remove it.  The boys observed
every button abandoning her fingers.  As the shirt was cast aside on the
floor she tried again.  She wore a lacey white bra to match her shorts. 

   Her secondary attempt was delayed as Monica chose to roll over on to her
back and lay there waiting.  April was turning her blush off and on at a
rapid pace.  She couldn't decide.

   "Don't stop now." Monica sighed as April's hands hovered over her with
lotion.

   "You like this too much." April giggles then pointing at the boys, "So
do you two."

   Shane nods his head, "No denying that."

   With hands coated in lotion April scoots out of bed and walks over to
Holden, "Do you mind taking my shorts off so I don't get them messy.  White
gets stained so easily."

   Holden raised a brow then swiftly leaned over to unbutton her shorts. 
Unzipped he eyes her lower belly and the thin white thong beneath.  Guiding
the shorts low he had to crouch until she stepped out of them.  Her snatch
was right in his face.  The scent was terrorizing his appetite.  The floral
aroma of her perfume attacked his hormones.

   April peered down at him bashfully, his eyes looking up at hers.  With a
warm smile she retreats back to the bed.

   "Where was I?" She kneeled on the covers with her hands poised.

   "You were going to lotion my boobies."

   With a giggle April moved lower and did just that.  She found the
breasts more appealing than she ever imagined.  This being her first set of
tits ever touched.  Outside of her own.  Monica moaned with each
compression.  The girls fingers going from merely applying lotion to full
on squeeze.

   "How am I doing?" April softly whispers as she hears both men above her
watching exhale a faint, "Perfect." She blushes toward Holden and Shane, "I
was asking her."

   Monica sighs loudly, "You need to take that bra off and let me touch
yours."

   April offers an expression of disbelief, "Okay."

   Holden automatically assumes she might need help and darts to her side
of the bed.  April in turn rears erect on her knees and watches him over
her right shoulder. 

   A simple unclasp leads Holden to carefully assist her arms out of the
straps.  The cups were peeled off for Shane to view.

   "Thank you." April bats her bashful eyes.

   Monica immediately yanks her off balance by the wrist and guides her to
lay at her side.  As April observes her, Monica caresses the girls breasts.
Encircling the areolas made April shiver and moan faintly.  Nipples perking
up like bullet casings.

   "I think the boys like your boobies." Monica offers loud enough for the
guys to hear.

   Shane clears his throat, "Ummm!  We like it all."

   "Ryan loved it all." April giggles as Monica warmly exhales over her
nipple.

   "They haven't seen it all though." Monica succulently kisses April's
nipple forcing the girl to arch her back.

   Trembling with excitement April kicks her legs about and points toward
Shane, "I want HIM to take my panties off."

   Shane jumps at the chance.  Racing to her toes she stops him with a foot
on his abdomen.  Her beguiling smile held him at bay while Monica continued
feasting on her nipples.  As Shane eyed the actions April suddenly lowered
her foot.  Her toes lightly caressing his bulging jeans.

   "He feels really big." April whispers.

   Monica halts long enough to notice the girls revelation.  She hissed,
"So is Holden.  You should see them."

   Holden nods with his mouth dropped.  He couldn't agree more.

   Suddenly April hoists her hips up from the mattress.  This gave Shane
the nudge to escape her foot just long enough to escort her thong over her
thighs and down her legs.  A quick drop of hips and raising of legs led to
the thongs escape.

   Shane eased up and returned her foot to his crotch.  Before her he
placed the thong up to his nose.

   "Sweetest scent ever." Shane mumbles.

   Below him Monica grins, "I bet she tastes better.  I'll go find out."

   With her lips kissing her way south over April's belly she reaches the
girls clit.  A lizard like flicking of her tongue made April coo like a
dove.  After a good ten licks Monica stops. 

   "Yummy.  You guys really need to taste this."

   April's eyes flare nervously as Shane looks at her for confirmation that
she was okay with it.  The nibbling of her lip shyly awaited his takeover.

   Kneeling he samples the young beauties labia then clit.  April moistened
up quite well.  Instantly even.

   Moans escalate as Monica joins in kissing the girls belly button arena.

   Above them Holden sweats it out until April notices his expression. 
With a glint of passion April coils her finger to call Holden in to the
smothering.

   He rubs his chin before deciding to step around to Monica's side. 
Leaning over to her left shoulder Holden devoured the girls nipple.  Her
hand in his hair to commit.

   The sensations made sweet April Wallace build up for a very shrill
release.  Still the attention increased.

   While the four of them enjoyed themselves the sound of a car pulling up
in the gravel out front filled the air.  Then a car door opening and
shutting.  Then a shadow in the doorway.

   April squinted to see, "RYAN!" 

   Ryan Quinones stood with the belongings of Monica he had picked up from
her Dad.  Seeing the group molesting April he felt rather jealous.

   "Looks like you guys are having fun." Ryan growls.

   With a raised arm reaching toward him April offers a pleading set of
eyes, "I want you Ryan."

   Shane looks up from her pussy with a drenched chin to see Ryan.  With a
smirk he calls out, "We were just getting her ready for ya Bro."

   "Uh huh!" Ryan rolls his eyes.

   Monica and Holden peel away and give April time to regret their
departure.  The girls eyes proved that she needed more attention.

   "Twice in one day Handsome." Monica sits up but still caresses April's
belly, "Better drop my bag and your pants.  Your lunch breaks about over."

   Ryan tosses the bag aside and swiftly drags his pants and boxers down to
his ankles.  Hobbling over to April, Shane backs away to give him room. 

   Ryan grips the girls ankles and drags her closer to the edge of the bed.
With a smirk he lowers in to penetrate April.  He holds her legs wide while
he thrusts gently.

   "Faster." April whimpers.

   He puckers and accelerates his hip movements.  The moans grew loud.

   In her brewing hormonal shift April reaches out for Holden and Shane. 
This shocked Ryan.  Finally he shrugs and nods his approval.  Both men
hovered over her tits and fed.

   Monica had moved aside and went to stand in the doorway to watch.  The
boys were having too much fun.  So much so Monica herself was feeling
neglected.  Still, she wanted April to enjoy the experience on her own.

   Turning away Monica steps outside the room on to the sidewalk that
aligned the whole building.  It was cooling down more outside so the
concrete was more bearable.  Looking toward the Office sign she had a
brilliant idea.

   Shuffling from her room she walked to the front door to the office. 
Cars were driving by on the rural road through town.  Someone had to see
her.

   Entering the Office she hears a television that sounded very much like
the moans of April.  Wincing Monica tiptoed around the front desk to peer
into the adjoining room.  There sat Hotel Owner "Lyle Stikket" watching a
black and white video feed of the events in her Hotel room.  Monica dropped
her jaw. 

   "Are you jerking off to my friends?" She blurts out.

   The elderly man jumped out of his recliner with his dick dangling.

   "I didn't hear you come in." He catches his breath.

   "In a few minutes you might hear Ryan come in.  Inside her." She giggles
leaning against the threshold.

   He starts to use a remote to shut the TV off but Monica leaps toward him
to wrestle it away.

   "Hey!  I wanna watch too." She sticks her tongue out at him.

   Clearing his pipes he ushers, "You do?"

   "Yup!  I can't see it very well though.  I need my glasses.  Contacts
are soaking.  So, me blind."

   Monica steps in front of the TV and bends over while rubbing and patting
her ass lightly. 

   Behind her Lyle swallows harshly and steps closer to her.

   "I think she's about to have an orgasm." Monica snickers and uses her
hand in a jerking motion.

   Lyle presumes it to be a sign and begins jerking his cock nice and
purple.  All the time observing her ass mere inches from his crown. 
Playfully she points at the 34' TV screen as if deciphering what was going
on. 

   As they hear April scream out loud Lyle Stikket ejaculated a stream of
white ooze all over Monica's bare ass.

   "Whatcha doing back there Old Timer?" She wiggles her ass.

   Monica rubs the creamy residue all over her ass then stands erect.  She
twists in step pointing down at the man mischievously..

   "Did you just jizz on me?"

   Lyle was exhausted and fell back into his recliner, "Free room here
anytime you want it Young Lady."

   "So sweet.  Thank you." She hops in step allowing her bruised breasts to
bounce.  She had to wince and clutch them tenderly.

   He suddenly felt awkward.  He had been busted for illegally having video
cameras hidden in his rooms.  This girl could be trouble if she talked. 

   Eying his haunted look Monica realized his worry.

   "Don't sweat it Uncle Lyle.  I'm not ratting you out.  Just always be
cool to me.  Deal?"

   He nods reluctantly then pats his lap with an insistent repetition. 

   Monica fidgets slightly then sits down in his lap throwing an arm around
his neck.  His hands rubbed her legs.

   "Do we have a deal?" She stares him in the eye.

   "Promise to stay here more often?" He grunts.

   "When I can.  Sure!"

   "Promise to stay naked all the time?"

   "I Guarantee that." She laughs.

   "Let me cum on that ass again?"

   "If you want."

   "How about your tits?"

   Giggling she pats his shoulder, "What?  Not my face too?"

   "Can I?" He chuckles.

   "Nope!  Neck down you have a deal."

   "Fair enough.  Can I fuck you?" He pushes the opportunities.

   "Now!  Now!  Mister Stikket I have to draw the line somewhere." She
rolls her eyes.

   "Please?" He begs.

   Crawling off of his lap she kneels down in front of him.  She then
carefully crushes her tits toward his still hard erection.  She smothers
his cock between them before winking, "You can fuck these.  Last offer."

   "DONE!" He chokes loudly to thrust up between her battered mounds.  She
laughed along with him as they heard Ryan nut inside April over the TV
behind her.

   "I think he's done." She huffed as Lyle's cock stretched up to tap her
chin.

   With a look of unexpected awe Monica sneers playfully, "Watch it Buddy."

   He chooses to continue daringly trying to touch her chin more often as
he thrusts.  Finally, he feels a second coming.  Monica feels his nerves
twitch and looks down at his crown peeking in and out of her tits
compression.  The second she looks down he detonates all over her chin and
lips.  She opens her mouth caught off guard and catches another spurt
directly into her mouth. 

   "Oh my God!" She talks trying not to move her mouth.  Her expression
that of unintended panic.

   "Almost done." He growls.

   One final grunt puddles on her chest.

   She leans forward and licks his pants.  His pooled up cum on her tongue
staining his shorts.

   "That was mean Mister Stikket." She pouts wagging her tongue in a
disgusted manner.  She laughed quickly and changed her expression to
giddiness.  Even as he looked sad for his stunt Monica leaned forward and
kissed his crown.

   "Muah!" 

   She then stood up swiftly, "Gotta get back to the room.  See you soon,
Uncle Lyle."

   "Uncle Lyle?  That's cute Kid."

   "Don't miss me too much."

   With her tongue sticking out she raced from the room and out the Office
door.  Her return to the Hotel room was quickly paced.

   Once she reaches the room she steps in to see April spooning with Shane
and Holden under each arm.  Ryan laying over her.

   "Isn't that romantic." Monica giggles.

   April huffs, "Hi Bestie.", in a soft sweet tone.

   Monica offered a pouty delight that the girl felt that way.

   Ryan finally peels off and out of April.  Standing erect he pulls his
pants up.

   "That was fun.  I need to get back to work.  Call me sometime Farmer's
Daughter." He winks at April.

   "I will.  I promise."

   Shane and Holden decide to back away leaving April naked and alone.  She
pouted at their vacancy.

   Seeing her reaction Ryan scowled, "Hey?  Fuck my buddies."

   April's eyes flare with intensity.

   "Okay."

   Ryan then stepped to the door beside Monica.  He looks at her face which
still had leftover droplets.

   "I don't wanna know.  Call me when you need a ride home."

   "Thank you Master." She coyly pokes him in the ribs.

   The next hour was "NUTS!"

   Literally.



   Monica 27: Micky DDD's

   Toward nightfall Monica was left alone with Holden and Shane.  Young
April Wallace had to go home.  A happy girl to say the least.

   Monica had showered yet again to get the stench of Lyle Stikket off of
her.  Stepping out in a bath towel Monica found the boys kicked back
watching TV.  She kept the hidden camera to herself.  Still it amused her
where it might be hidden.

   "I'm getting hungry.  Ryan should have brought pizza." She held her
growling belly.

   "Only that Diner up the road.  Where April works."

   "There's a McRonald's out by the Interstate.  Near that Adult
Bookstore."

   Monica's eye brow peaks, "The Licker Store", right?  We should go there.
Buy me some toys Boys."

   She hops on her knees at the foot of the mattress to hint her desires.

   "Don't you ever get tired?" Shane creases his brow.

   "Hey!  I just got you two laid.  Well, Ryan and I did.  Still, you owe
me."

   "Owe you?" Holden sneers.

   "Okay, you don't.  I just don't want to sit here all night.  I need
action."

   The guys groan, "Get dressed."

   "Yay!"

   She quickly puts on a short white mini dress that her Dad had plucked
from her closet by request.  Nipples dynamic.  Areolas shadowy and evident.
Her cleavage more revealing than concealing.  Spaghetti strings barely
holding the dress to her shoulders.

   Her hickies were equally visible through the material.  Even her bosom
granted their slight exposure.  Of course her Dad had no idea when packing
the dress for her.  She didn't care.

   "Am I sexy?" She twirls in step at the base of the bed.

   Eyes glare over her body before both boys shrug.

   "Always." Holden admits.

   Shane looks concerned, "Aren't you afraid people might think you were
beat up?  Those bruises look ummm...brutal."

   "I'll just point the finger at you two.  They did it Officer.  Arrest
their lips." She giggles.

   The guys crawl out of bed and head for the door.  Along the way they
literally pick her up by the armpits and guide her out the into the parking
lot.  She squealed all the way.  At the truck she climbed into the middle
of the bench style seat.  Holden's hands helped her along.  Up under her
skirt that is.

   The drive took them around fifteen minutes.  Deciding first to stop at
the McRonald's burger joint.  She coaxed them into going inside to eat. 
The place had a number of middle aged couples.  It was easy to tell that
they ate there fairly often.

   Standing back away from the counter eying the menu, the boys hadn't even
noticed Monica lift the back of her dress up to mid cheek exposure.  With
no panties on it was simple enough to tell.  She ignored those behind her
watching.  Let them say whatever crossed their minds.

   Finally deciding their order the boys shuffled forward.  A lanky teenage
boy with red hair and freckles stood to receive their order.

   Behind him Monica counted a chubby girl of African American persuasion.
Across from her at the grill station was another lad in his mid 20's, also
African American.  He was ogling Monica with interest.  So much so he
stepped back further to see around Shane and Holden.  No Manager material
evident at this point.

   Monica fluttered her fingers toward the man then turned around to look
at the seating arrangement behind her.  This gave the Griller a clean shot
at her butt cheeks.  Feigning dropping her clutch purse she even went so
far as to bend over and touch the floor.  In doing so her sexy little ass
offered a tantalizing sample of clam shaped pussy and bruised rectal
area. 

   Standing and returning her view toward the counter she saw the Man
rubbing his goatee.  His grin was pure interest.

   "What are you wanting Monica?" Shane peered over his shoulder.

   She glared toward the Man at the grill and blurted, "Something Beefy. 
Special sauce."

   Holden frowns toward the Cashier, "Yea, she will take a Big Mick meal.
Coke for the drink."

   The cashier chuckled and shook his head.  Holden paid the tab.

   Leaving Holden to grab the tray forthcoming, Shane trudged over to
Monica, "Really?  Can't we have a nice quiet meal?"

   She fidgets and turns to show him her ass, "Nope!

   Spotting her cheeks Shane immediately looked up to realize everybody in
the seating area had seen her.  Mumbles were filling the air.

   "I'll find us a booth." Monica skipped away.

   Dancing through the room she caught whispers saying things ranging from,
"God help that poor girl." to "Tramp." and even, "Sweetest ass I ever saw."

   Monica took time to flutter her fingers about at every diner in the
room. Graciously the men smirked and the women glared with distaste. 
Regardless Monica was pleasant toward them.

   Dancing her way to a booth in the back of the eating area she leans over
the table as if brushing off the table top.  Her dress rode even higher. 
Lingering too long Shane reaches her and slaps her on the ass.  It was
still tender from her night at "Holly's".  The impact made her exhale a
deafening squeal.

   "Ouchie!" She stands erect and rubs her ass carefully.

   "Don't get us thrown out of here." Shane whispers.

   "Not going to behave." She sticks her tongue out at him.

   Holden finally makes his way to the table with the food tray.  The
second he arrives Shane nudges Monica to scoot over into the booth.  All
three took a seat.

   The boys dug in wolfing their dinner down.  For once they tried not to
notice whatever Monica might be doing.  She was at least nibbling at her
fries.  Content that her belly had something substantial in it. 

   Evil eyes were examining the room about her.  Monica wanted to tease but
knew the women about her would object if she went too far.  Finally, she
ate her burger.

   Five minutes later Monica notices a tall White male in his mid 30's
behind the front counter.  By his actions it was easy enough to tell he was
the Restaurant Manager.  Her eyes flare up when she notes he and the Fry
cook looking her direction.  Obviously the younger man had let him in on
Monica's tantalizing arrival.  A flutter from Monica's fingers acknowledged
the Manager's attention.  He grinned and offered a simple nod.  Work then
continued leaving her to pout.

   Shane realized after she waved at the Manager that the Man had no
interest in stepping out into the eating area and tell her to straighten up
or leave.  Still both boys sweated at the others gaze.

   "I have to go potty." Monica shivers at a sudden chill.

   The boys grit their teeth afraid to let her out of the booth.  She
raises an eye brow to offer her mental attitude.

   "Fine!  I'll just go under."

   Monica eases her body sideways to crawl beneath the table.  Once beneath
the boys tense up due to Monica rubbing their crotches on her way through.
The second she stops they turn their vision toward the others eating.  All
eyes were studying them.

   Holden went so far as to shrug and frown.  Shane however nodded with ego
at her ventured hand.

   On her knees she shuffles to escape the table.  As she stands facing the
tables around them she hops in step.  Her 34DDD's bouncing about.  Her
palms giddily halt their movement as she shrinks trying to feign a blush.
It was a failed attempt the second she crushed her tits together. 

   Prancing around to spot the restrooms she wiggled her way toward the
counter.  The Manager stood near the register beside the young redheaded
boy.  They watched her with devoted eyes.  The boy was beet red trying to
appear in control of his emotions.

   The Manager kept cool and smirked as she walked by.  Again she flutters
her fingers with an innocent but oh so guilty look in her eyes.  Again
Monica gently lifts her hemline to only reveal her lower cheeks.  A mere
tantalizing at best.  She wanted to make sure the Manager wasn't going to
stop her for her actions. 

   In the side hallway leading to the restrooms Monica spots a side door
from the Prep center open up.  Out stepped the black man on a mission.  He
times his departure to coincide her arrival.

   "Oopsie!" She stops cold to avoid the door.

   The man eyes her from head to toe. 

   "Mmm!  Mmmm!  You are too fine." He puckers with admiration.

   Monica sheepishly grins up at his 5'7 stature.

   "You just want to see my ass again." She wiggles an index finger toward
him.

   "Hell yea, I do." He chuckles.

   "Nope.  Not this time." She shakes her head with mischief.

   A glint of disappointment takes the expectant man back.

   A moment of strained pause Monica reaches for her hem and lifts her
skirt up to her belly button.  She gives him a half frontal view.

   "Only the front this time." She beams.

   "Damn!  Who whipped your ass?" He eyes her snatch and the bruises
shadowing it.

   Smirking she blows dangling strands of hair from her cheek, "Who
hasn't?"

   He didn't know what to make of her answer.

   Rubbing her tummy she looks down, "I hope all this fast food doesn't
ruin my shape."

   "You just need lots of exercise to work it off." He winks.

   "My thoughts exactly.  I have a question for you."

   He eyes her smug look, "Ask."

   "I'm going over to that Adult bookstore when I leave here.  What kind of
toys should I buy?"

   His eyes dance, "Big black dildo with my name on it."

   A glance at his name tag made her sigh, "Winston?  I might have to smoke
it."

   "I'm better than any dildo." He points at his erection with both index
fingers.

   "Maybe I should buy the dildo and have a threesome with you." She smiles
biting her lower lip.

   "I'm off in thirty minutes." He suggests coyly.

   She goes expressionless while pondering the thought, "Dildo's rubber. 
You need one too."

   "I'll buy some over at the store." He nods, then averts his gaze toward
the outer eatery, "What about your boyfriends out there?"

   "Bodyguards.  I do what I want.  I have another question."

   "What?"

   "How cool is your Manager?"

   "Todd?  He's cool."

   "So, if I strip out of this dress and just walk out into the dining area
he won't call the cops?"

   Winston drops his jaw, "Serious?  He might need to ask you to leave if
the dinner folk complain.  Not that he would want to.  It's his job
y'know?"

   "What about the other two workers?"

   "Herman will just shy away.  Estelle?  Bull dike.  Might pin you down
and chew your clit off." He chuckles.

   "Ouchie!  My clit's really tender.  All of me is."

   Again he eyes her belly bruises, "Gangbang?"

   Sheepishly she lets out a deafening exhale, "Yes."

   Puckering he nods, "Daaaamn!  Wish I had been there."

   "No disrespect, but you would have been the only black man there."

   "Never had a black buck before?"

   "Oh, I have." She eases by him slowly rubbing up against his side, his
left hand grazing her butt cheek, "Potty time."

   He watched her disappear into the bathroom.  He was forced to return to
work as he noticed new customers arrive.  Truck drivers. 

   After a much needed tinkle and a freshening up from a perfume vial
Monica returns to the restaurant.

   Uncertain of discarding her dress she spotted the two women whom sneered
so heavily at them get up and leave.  That in itself made her feel more at
ease.  She stepped into view of the front counter noticing a pair of men
ordering.  The Manager Todd was taking their order.

   Pausing to glare about at the remaining eaters in the room Monica
decides to keep her dress on.  Heart beating fast she knew she needed to
make a scene.  One step at a time she thought.  Regardless she hiked her
hemline higher than earlier.  Todd must see her bare ass.  It was destiny.

   Choosing to avoid looking toward Shane and Holden she pranced over to
the condiment counter.  She used that area as her first assault.  Let's see
if Manager Todd would order her out.

   No mistaking that he saw her after hearing a guttural clearing of his
throat she looked over her shoulder.  Her eyes bulged.  It wasn't Todd.

   Instead it was one of the Truck drivers.

   "Sweet as that ass is do you mind if I grab some Ketchup?" He stares
down at her.

   "Sowwy!" She steps aside after getting her own cups of ketchup.

   "Don't be.  After hours on the road it sure is nice seeing a cutie like
you."

   The second Driver steps to her opposite side, "What have we here,
Clyde?"

   Monica smiles over at the other man.

   "How old are you?" He grunts.

   "Old enough.  Barely." She beguiles him.

   "Lot Lizard?"

   She flares her eyes, "Oh no.  Just a tease.  I'm an exhibitionist."

   Puckering the driver nods, "Tease harder."

   She winks up at him, "If I don't get thrown out I will."

   A glare over their shoulders they spot Todd watching them.  Todd nods
and turns away.  Winston by his side talking.

   Behind the drive thru window the girl Estelle wagged her tongue toward
Monica.

   Herman the Red?  He went about wiping off tables.  Hiding his face.

   "Looks like that Manager turned his cheek." Trucker "Burt" leaned low to
sniff her hair.

   Monica sets her ketchup aside and pivots in step to face the counter. 
With a hunger in her eyes she stalks her way toward the front.  Reaching
the counter Monica slaps her palms on the surface to get the attention of
Todd.

   The Manager hears the impact forcing him to twist slightly.  His eyes
narrow as she smiles up at him with an almost possessed gaze.  With a
creased brow Todd approaches her.

   "Can I help you?"

   She lowers her gaze even further until her long hair drifts down over
her eyes.

   "Hi Todd.  I'm going to remove my dress and go streaking in the
restaurant.  If you want to call 9-1-1 be my guest.  That, or start
whistling at my sexy ass." She huffs the hair from her lips with a timid
pause, "I'm waiting."

   Behind Todd both Winston and Estelle whistle toward her.  Todd shook his
head and turned to his employees with arms extended to his sides.

   "Really?  You do know we have security cameras here right?" Todd shakes
his head.

   Winston shrugs, "Does anybody really look at those videos?  I'll take a
copy though."

   Finally, Todd returned to face Monica.  His eyes bulged at the sight.

   Her dress was on the floor.  Monica Gift leaned on the counter smirking,
her breasts dangling over the cool metal counter top.

   Behind Monica the 2 truck drivers Clyde and Burt stood back admiring her
stunning body.  Bruises and all.

   Further back Shane and Holden were defeated.  While she was away Holden
had called their friend Ryan to keep him posted of their evening of
babysitting.  The conversation led to, "OH FUCK."

   The remaining customers sitting about the room were chuckling about her
stunt.  Eager to see if she would be thrown out, arrested, or pawed up.

   Monica batted her eyes up at Todd who was left speechless.  He was torn
as to what to do.  He knew she was mischief incarnate.  She was a tiny
Goddess to be certain.  He did feel a swelling in his slacks. 

   "I guess you got your way." Todd shakes his head concerned about his
customers.

   Finally, Clyde turns to the eaters in the room.

   "Anybody here repulsed by seeing this lil gal naked?"

   Monica heard the chatter but maintained her gaze toward Todd.  She
intimidated him into a sweat.

   From behind her Holden steps past the drivers and reaches Monica's side.
He leans over her shoulder.

   "Ummm!  What are you doing?"

   "Giving everyone a full meal deal.  Todd's feasting his eyes right now.
Aren't you Todd?"

   The Manager chuckles, "I plead the Fifth."

   She bats her eyes up at him then twists ever so slightly to hop up on
the counter.  Scooting her ass around she lets her legs dangle on the other
side.  Todd had to step back to avoid her flailing feet. 

   Leaning back on her palms she stretches her toes out to caress Todd's
hip.  That led to an attempt to home in on his crotch.  A move that he
chose to evade.

   With a pout Monica hears Holden on his cell talking to Ryan.  Her eyes
flare up at hearing his name.  She then tilts her neck back as far as it
could go.  Her 34DDD breasts arching toward the Menu Canopy above her.

   "Ryan?  Hi Ryan." Her voice raised.  She then faced Todd again with a
snap of her gaze, "That's my Master."

   Everyone in the Kitchen area dropped their jaws.

   Playfully Monica spreads her legs back and forth.  Each time she did her
pussy puckered wide then closed.  Wide again.  Closed.

   Winston was heard to quip, "Jesus Christmas."

   "Hi Winston." She winks toward him, "Can I get some service?"

   Before anybody could even question her comment, Estelle nudged Todd
aside and planted her face into Monica's thighs.  The Dike had skills.

   "Holy Spit!" Monica wiggles letting her neckline arch backwards once
again.

   Todd was stunned by his employee.  He wanted to stop her but for some
reason he couldn't.  This type of behavior was almost too gold to not be
prospected. 

   Moans escalate as Holden places his cell to her ear.  Once she hears
Ryan's voice she shivers.

   "Master!" She squeals, "I'm being eaten out.  God yes.  She's really
good at it."

   Monica rubs her toes against Estelle's hips.  In doing so Estelle lifts
up long enough to snap, "This is some damned tasty pussy, Master Man."

   Ryan hears her and laughs.  Monica squeals as she returns to devour her.

   Deciding to slip back on her palms to lay flat on the surface she see's
Clyde and Burt and waves at them, "Miss me?"

   The men chuckle as Holden leers back uneasily while trying to keep his
cell held to Monica's ear.

   "Maybe they should put you on the Menu." Clyde laughs.

   Moaning louder Monica palms her breasts crushing them under clutched
fingers.  In a mad huff she darts her head up.

   "I want Todd to eat me."

   Todd turns red slightly, "Afraid not.  Let's wind this down before
anybody else walks in.  I can't let you keep this going."

   Winston growls behind him.  Regardless Todd stands his ground.

   Estelle rears up again, "Few more minutes.  I got this girl where I want
her."

   Monica giggles, "Let her finish.  Please."

   Todd frowns looking out the windows.  Traffic even off the Interstate
was quiet tonight.  Deciding against his better judgment he curses lightly,
"Hurry it up."

   Estelle tore Monica's pussy up.  She raised her legs and even lapped her
tongue across Monica's anal cavity.  In her ecstasy Monica cried out to
Ryan, her hand rubbing over an embarrassed Holden's crotch. 

   Writhing on the counter Monica builds her moans vocally.  A squeal
became a yelp.  Turning into whimpers.  Then an outburst of exhaled swear
words.  In her final throes Monica Gift screams and gushers all across
Estelle's face.  The woman reels back in triumph.  She stands victorious
and looks toward the ceiling with a trumpeted, "NOW THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKIN'
ABOUT!"

   Monica convulses and breathes heavily.  Her arms rubbery and lifeless
suddenly.

   Todd couldn't deny the fun of watching that.  However he had to snap his
fingers.

   "Clock out Estelle.  I can't have you working back here like that. 
Unsanitary."

   "Say what?" The black Diva raises a brow while wiping her face on her
work shirt.

   "You're not fired just letting you off early."

   Todd then waved toward Holden who told Ryan he had to call him back.

   "Get her out of here.  Don't come back." Todd ordered.

   By now Shane had moved in to help Holden drag Monica off of the counter.
They helped her get dressed and forcefully escorted her toward the exit. 
In her last bit of strength she calls out.

   "We're going next door to the Licker Store.  Follow me."

   Once outside Holden encouraged her into Shane's truck.  As they sat
there Shane chuckles, "Should I go get more napkins?"

   "How about a refill?" Holden had to add his own snide remark.

   Monica wiggled in her seat, "Buy me toys!  Buy me toys."

   As Shane rolled his eyes he pulled out of the lot and headed toward the
Adult Bookstore.

   The night was just getting started.



   Monica 28: Licker Store

   Entering the Adult Bookstore was like walking into a strip club.  Neon
lights and Metal music blasting.  Monica was in total awe of the walls of
toys, magazines, lotions, condom varieties, you name it.  Even Shane and
Holden strolled about almost embarrassed.

   There were six middle aged men searching the shelves.  Only one of them
had a girlfriend in tow.  Older to make it less appealing.  Mid 50's she
was. 

   Behind the counter was a younger woman with blue hair that feathered
down over her shoulders and ended in black tips.  The back of her hair was
thinner and followed her neckline in length.  Her build was 5'5, a lithe
but toned shape that easily put her into a league all her own.  She had a
pale complexion yet her flesh was instantly alluring to the eye.  A nose
piercing gave her an interesting appeal.  Although unable to see her entire
frame from behind the counter she wore clothing to justify her job.  Lacey
white boy shorts offered her lower body a sensual exoticness that caught
the fascination of the customer.  From the waist to just below her 34C bust
was bare flesh.  A dangling trinket drifted down from her belly button,
while a royal blue colored lace top contained her perky breasts.  The house
made lots of money on this girls appearance alone.  Although extremely sexy
there was a hint of Nerd to her.  Possibly due to her glasses which had a
thick blue frame.  Finally her tummy, hips, inner thighs, and upper legs
had a well designed set of tattoos.  Thorny vines in a maze of sensuality.
A similar arrangement of thorns surrounded her upper arms and tangling her
shoulders.  Crystal blue eyes amid perfected mascara topped off this
Goddess.

   Beside her stood a lanky man whose sexual preference was in question. 
He was regionally in her age group if not slightly older.  Standing taller
at 5'8 he had a Feuxhawk dangling forward like a feather and piercings of
his own.  Outside of that nothing special.

   They took a dark interest in Monica who danced about mesmerized by her
surroundings.  Amused by her they kept a close eye on her youthful
exuberance.

   Shane made his way over to the movie selection.  Chuckling at various
movie titles that borrowed from familiar big screen blockbusters he kept to
himself.

   Holden trailed behind Monica feeling more protective.  He knew that at
any moment her spontaneous impulses might lead to trouble. 

   "Oh my God!  Look?  A double dildo." Monica lifts the packaged beast
from its hook on a wall.  She immediately poises it toward Holden with a
glint of "Buy it for Me" on her face.

   "Did I just win the lottery?  Look how much that thing is."

   She doesn't care, her eyes continue to persuade.

   "I dunno Monica.  My card is almost maxed out and I just got it."

   Slithering up behind him with a finger to her lips was the blue haired
employee of the Store.  She crept to his back without notice and set about
to tease his hairline.  A soft whisper into his ear made him jump.

   "Always give a lady what she wants.  Happy Fem Happy Him."

   Monica examines the woman with sudden admiration.  She immediately
stepped toward Holden and forced the toy into his hands. 

   "HELLO." Monica brightens up at the taunting woman as she continues to
coax Holden into agreement.

   Holden shivered at her touch.  Her scent made his dick leap to life.

   "Glad I could be of service.  Anything else you want him to buy you?"
She winks.

   "Everything in the store." Monica giggles.

   "Expensive tastes.  You better get more credit cards." She continued to
beguile Holden.

   Nervously he laughs then panics pulling away from her.

   "Nice hair.  Nicer tats." He chokes up.  Then he realizes her attire.

   "Thanks.  And, thanks.  Eyes up here Good looking.  Okay, now down
here." 

   The woman was inspirational.  Monica loved her charisma.  She was easily
reminded of her friend Lisa.

   "I think I lust you." Monica offers a bubbly dance.

   "It must be my see through boy shorts."

   Holden trembles as he dares to look directly at her thighs.  Behind the
thin lace fabric he spotted a well designed pubic bush of equally dyed blue
fur.

   "Whoa!" He muttered.

   While stunned Monica reaches her hand out, "I'm Monica."

   "Hey, I'm "Crystal".  Who's handsome here?"

   "That's Holden."

   Crystal puckers a blown kiss toward him, "Cute name.  Like to "Hold"
things?"

   Stammering Holden could only nod and sweat.

   Swiveling in step Monica searched amongst the customers.  She then
swiftly points.

   "That's my friend Shane over there."

   "Boyfriends?"

   "Oh no.  I just fuck them now and then." Monica giggles.

   "Gotta keep them satisfied." Crystal grins.

   Holden attempts bravery, "Yeah, our Buddy Ryan is her Master.  We're
just like bodyguards."

   Crystal winces with a wry grin that turns into a smile.  She then teases
an index finger down Holden's shoulder until it reached his bicep.  She
then gently squeezed it.  There was very little muscle there.

   "You must work out." She feigns admiration.  In all reality she would
think, "Uh huh."

   He grits his teeth, "Twice a year." then chuckles.

   Crystal loses momentary interest in him and peels away.  Her venture
leads around him toward Monica.  Facing her she reaches both hands up to
play with Monica's long brown hair.  Easing the hair from her shoulders she
admires Monica's throat.

   "Master you say?"

   Monica freezes in step.  Her eyes were haunted by Crystal's piercing
eyes.  They were incredible.

   "Well, not really.  Kind of though.  It's more of a game really.  I
swore to obey anything he wanted me to do when it came to exhibition.  Even
sex." Monica manages to get out through a dry throat.

   Crystal takes advantage of Monica's nervousness.  Using both of her
hands the blue haired bombshell encompasses the girls throat.  Admiring her
hands by darting her profile from side to side Crystal realizes the true
beauty of Monica Leann Gift.

   "Your neckline is perfect."

   Monica wrinkles her nose, "Are you a Vampire?"

   "No.  But, it looks like you've had lots of blood drawn the last few
days." Crystal releases her target to gently touch any bruises in sight.

   "Oh, the bruises.  Yeah, I had a gangbang recently." Her eyes flare up
at the memories, "Loved it."

   "I see.  Was this something your "Master" ordered?"

   "Oh no.  This was something I wanted to do for myself.  Ryan wasn't even
around.  So much fun."

   Brow growing curiosity Crystal warmly smiles, "You need one of these."

   Crystal lifts her chin to find a lovely lace choker around her own neck.
It was blue but with a thin ring of white lace.  Clasped in the front with
a silver dollar sized white Cameo.

   Monica examines it closely with trembling fingers.  Hesitantly she
decides better of it.

   "You can touch it.  It's designed to attract."

   Monica realizes then that the cameo had a large thumb print on it.

   "Whose finger print?" Monica already knew the answer.

   "It belongs to my "Master"."

   Monica's jaw drooped low, "Really?"

   "Yes.  I have served my Master for four years now.  Right out of High
School."

   "Wow!" Both Monica and Holden huffed.

   Holden had difficulty maintaining his attention though.  While hearing
her words his eyes were on the girls white lacey boy shorts.  Her ass was
chiseled perfection.  The shadow of her butt crack was very vivid beneath
the fabric. 

   "I want a collar." Monica brightened up with a look of necessity.

   "Why?  For show?  If you do not truly serve this Man you call Master the
collar is only ornate.  It has no meaning in life."

   "I can be my own "Master".  If I want a collar it serves my purpose."

   Crystal thins her smile down to pressed lips of amusement.  She then
changes the subject.

   "Do you see my tattoo's?"

   "Love them." Monica nods.

   "My Master's name is "Thorne".  These are symbolic that I am caught in
his grasp for life."

   Another round of "Wow!" from Monica and Holden.  A third mumble gasped
through the lips of Shane.  He had finally realized the new girl of the
group.  He had hightailed it over to sneak up behind Holden.

   Crystal twists in step and eyes Shane from head to toe.

   "Your bodyguards are slow on the mark."

   Shane realized that she was meaning that he hadn't noticed her before
now.

   "Sorry.  Kid in a candy store." Shane winced.

   "Never forgiven.  If the candy is ignored it means you don't have the
acquired taste for it."

   Holden thinks about her answer, "Dude!  She's calling you Gay."

   Shane expresses a look of "Say what?"

   Crystal swiftly turned away toward Monica.  Monica in turn pointed
toward the man behind the front counter.

   "Is that Thorne?"

   Crystal shakes her head, "Definitely not.  He's your friends type."

   Shane groans loudly, "I'M NOT GAY."

   Snickers expel from Monica as Crystal rolls her eyes playfully. 

   "So, Thorne isn't here?" Monica grows curious.

   "No.  He expects me to keep in shape at all times.  Not just physically
as you can tell." She trails her nails over her body.

   Continuing on Crystal finishes her story.

   "Thorne has given me a mission.  I work here for his pleasure.  He then
uses my earnings as spoiling me for whatever I might want."

   "Pleasure?  Are you a Hooker?" Shane grunts hoping to hit a nerve.

   "No.  I am forbidden to charge money for my body.  By pleasure it
primarily means eye candy.  Casual touches.  Teasing eyes.  Whatever might
excite all eyes be they male or female."

   "I still want a collar.  I can wear it when Ryan wants me to."

   Crystal faintly giggles, "If you say so, "Mistress"."

   "Mistress Monica.  You sound like a Madame at a Brothel." Shane chides.

   Crystal narrows her eyes and turns to Shane, "Why is it your friend here
has a massive hard on?  While you do not.  You should go to the counter and
meet "Lovebird".  He might excite you more."

   Shane holds his palms up defensively, "I told you I'm not gay.  I got
laid earlier by a hottie.  Holden and I both did."

   "Wasn't me neither.  I'm still licking my wounds." Monica chuckles while
patting Crystal on the butt playfully.

   Crystal smiles over her shoulder at Monica's courage.

   "Tell me more about Thorne?  Maybe I can encourage Ryan to act more like
your Master."

   "A true Master makes his own persona and builds from within.  Without
great strength and determination no man can control a woman.  A slave must
trust her Master.  I trust Thorne with every ounce of my soul.  Even that
is his."

   Shane groans reeling to walk away, "And, I'm out."

   Crystal tilts toward his departure, "See?  How hard was that coming out
of the closet?  Tell Lovebird I said, "Be gentle."

   Rolling his eyes Shane flipped her off and went back to the Magazine
section.

   Monica couldn't stop giggling.

   Stretching a palm toward Crystal, Monica added, "Not laughing at you.  I
swear.  It's hilarious that you taunt Shane like that.  He's so not gay."

   "I know.  Isn't it fun?" Crystal winks.

   Holden had to know, "Why are you treating him like that then?"

   Crystal creeps into Holden's body face forward.  Her left palm caressing
his chest.  Her left foot lightly teasing the calf of his leg.  Holden was
dying inside.  Her breasts were pressing against his ribs.

   "I see strength in him.  He has potential.  Sometimes it takes a push to
force the "Master" to the surface."

   "Shane?  A Master?  Not even close." Holden smirks.

   "We shall see."

   Her hand slides down his shirt and fingers lightly slip beneath Holden's
waistband.  They stop there but dig ever so gently into his abdomen.

   "Daaaaamn!" He wheezes.

   Monica pouted, "Hey!  I want to know more about Thorne."

   Crystal pecs Holden on the cheek then releases him.  Before she turns
completely away her right hand lowers and pats his hard on.

   "Don't go away."

   Holden wanted to jerk off.  Badly.

   "Thorne?  Description?" Crystal wonders.

   "Everything."

   "Thorne is very tall.  6'4.  Very muscular.  Tattoos everywhere. 
Goatee. Big brown eyes.  I think."

   "You think?" Monica looks puzzled.

   "It is hard for you to understand.  I have taken a vow to never look him
in the eye unless he demands it."

   "So weird.  Go on."

   As they chat the other customers wander closer from angles.  Each wanted
to eavesdrop.  That and lust over the girls.

   "I met Thorne at a tattoo parlor.  My Mother and I were trying to decide
what we wanted to get."

   "So, he's a tattoo artist?"

   "Yes.  One of many jobs.  He does Roofing on the side."

   "What attracted you to him?"

   "You don't see it now but I'm very shy.  I tried to admire him but for
some reason I couldn't get past his goatee.  My Mother had to drag me out
of there that day.  I went back on my own because I felt a calling.  It's
hard to explain.  On that day he blindfolded me and pierced my clit.  So
erotic."

   "Wow!" Monica was mesmerized.

   "His voice was deep and commanding.  Yet reassuring.  Never once did he
compliment me or degrade me.  His touch tender when I felt the need.  Dark
and demanding when he felt the need.  I kept returning week after week."

   "Did he fuck you in the parlor?"

   "Never.  That was sacred ground.  We never had sex until he knew I was
ready.  He developed my soul.  My body was claimed later."

   "So when did he put a collar of ownership on you?"

   "On the anniversary of the day my Mom and I came in to his parlor.  Yes,
I have seen his eyes.  But most days he wears dark sunglasses.  I have seen
colored contacts on him though.  So I do not truly know the color of his
eyes."

   Holden hearing her had to inhale her closer.  Step by step he closed in
on her from behind.  Crystal didn't acknowledge him.  His eyes seal from
the scent of her perfume.

   "That's crazy.  Tell me more.  Please."

   "He forced me to realize what my shyness meant.  It was inner defiance
of what I should be.  He would text me every weekend to meet him somewhere.
Each time he would challenge my soul to open up and release the fire
within."

   "Sex?"

   "Soon enough.  Not at first.  I needed to be comfortable in my shell.  I
lost weight in between meets not because he expected it.  Because I needed
to be confident in my body.  I knew I was pretty.  I would hear men whistle
or stare me down.  At first I liked it.  Then I grew to entice it."

   "I like to tease guys too.  I know they all want me." Monica grins
devilishly.

   "It's not about ego.  You should do it for them not yourself.  I did
what Thorne challenged me to.  Each time I pushed myself harder and harder
until things happened naturally.  He adores showing me off.  I adore
keeping him happy."

   "Sex?" Monica insisted.

   "Many times even before Thorne and I.  His challenges covered it all. 
From streaking to stripping for others.  Strangers.  I was never to make
eye contact with those I was challenged to have sex with.  Protection
always he preached.  I felt safe that he was near."

   "So Thorne watched you having sex?" 

   "Oh yes.  Most times.  Not always.  There were times he would tell me to
meet someone alone.  It was a test.  I never failed him."

   Hovering dangerously close behind Crystal, Holden held his breath.  As
the girl spoke she totally ignored him.  So he thought.

   Crystal never let on that he was there yet she bent ever so slightly
until her butt smothered up against Holden's crouch.  His erection taunted
by her butt crack.  He nearly fainted.

   "Working here at the "Licker Store" was his way of keeping me in the
public eye.  I swore to him that I would always make men desire me."

   "I desire you." Holden barely whispers.

   In response she places fingers in the sides of her boy shorts and peels
the back of them down an inch.  Her butt crack now revealed more.  Holden
cringed his eyes at the sight.  It was begging him to touch it but he was
frozen toward the allure.

   Monica couldn't laugh.  She admired Crystal's behavior.  By offering
more Crystal maintained his interest.  Yet kept her focus on Monica
herself.

   "I can't get enough of this." Monica huffs.

   dSuddenly before another word or movement could be exchanged Shane
bursts toward them excitedly.

   "Coach Randall is here.  He just pulled up outside."

   Holden wasn't even fazed by the knowledge.  He was too in tune to
Crystal.

   Monica shrugged, "We're all adults.  Let him have his fun."

   Crystal rolled her butt crack along the contour of Holden's erection
without even a reaction to Shane.

   All of a sudden Monica had inspiration.

   "Wait.  Everyone hide.  It's my turn to play "Bluebird".  "

   Crystal snickered, "Bluebird?  I like that.  Too much like "Lovebird"
though.  Only you can call me that."

   Shane drug Holden off of Crystal and he immediately felt the separation
anxiety of it.  Regardless the boys faded to the back of the room behind
magazine racks.

   Monica herself mischievously went around Crystal and yanked her boy
shorts lower than before and slapped her ass.  The move made Crystal squeal
and growl at the same time.  A second later Monica had her skirt pulled up
and Crystal returned the favor.  The two girls would become good friends.

   Coach Paul Randall entered the store none the aware.  He was a single
man.  His best friends were his dog and his Television stuck on ESPN.  At
least that's what anybody truly knew about him.  A Basketball junkie since
he was a kid he went on to playing in College but ultimately ended his
career as a High School Coach himself.  He was content.

   Like all Men he had his secrets.  Temptations that led him away from any
simple bar scene.  While a reasonably handsome guy he didn't have the suave
attitude to meet women on his own.  This led to an easier recourse.  Thus
the "Licker Store" had a recurring customer.

   Having been here many times before he knew the layout.  Therefore, with
hands in his pants pocket he shuffles about through the various and still
loitering customers.  Reaching the video section he like Shane earlier
examined the DVD assortment.  It was time for something different he
thought. 

   As he sorted through the section, to the opposite end hid Shane and
Holden.  They cringed behind a turn style rack of, of all things flavored
Lubrication.  Their whispering led to an intentional arrival.

   "I like "Fireball".  It's cherry flavored but it makes your body feel
all crisp and cozy.  I find it relaxing."

   Shane's eyes bulge as he turns to look directly at a Man's crotch.  He
instantly bolted into standing up Straight.  It was the other Employee the
man Crystal called "Lovebird".  Shane swallowed hard as he faced the
smirking man.

   "I'M NOT GAY!"

   Lovebird creases his brow and points between Shane and Holden.  Holden
had to stand tall just to avoid the stance he was in bending over to look
around the rack.  Shane had twisted to face Holden for support and had
literally pressed his crotch against Holden's ass.  The realization made
Holden uneasy enough to stand quickly.

   Lovebird winked, "Could have fooled me."

   Holden held his palms up out of defensive tactic just as Shane darts
back and forth between Lovebird and Holden.  In doing so Shane's chest
touched Holden's hands.  Both of them turned beet red.  Growling Shane
pushed Holden's hands away.

   "Dude!  You're not helping."

   Lovebird adds fuel to the fire by using his hand to make a jerking off
motion toward Holden.

   "Try the Fireball.  Don't say I didn't give you good advice."

   He then turns away and moves on.

   Shane and Holden wince at each other.  Awkward!

   Coach Randall had come prepared.  With a pocket full of quarters he
decides to move from the DVD's into an enclosed Movie Booth.  Entering he
shuts the door and takes a seat in a Theater style chair.  It even had
motion sensors that moved as the Actors did at pivotal moments.  Concluding
which movie he wanted to see he pumped in multiple quarters.  Locked in he
felt at ease enough to lower his pants and release the beast.  Five minutes
into the movie he had nurtured a full erection.  The movie was about tender
love making.

   Just as he began to stroke harder he is interrupted by a soft knock at
the door.

   "Occupied!" Paul Randall answered.

   Another soft knock leads to a louder version of "OCCUPIED!"

   He then hears a soft sweet voice, "May I join you?"

   His eyes erupt into saucers.  He could tell whoever she was that she was
young.  Her voice soft and almost trembling.

   Snarling he quickly zipped up and cautiously opened the door. 

   As she looked up at him Monica Gift stood outside waiting.  Her dresses
thin spaghetti straps dangling over her arms.  The front hem drooping over
her bulging breasts and barely clinging to their fullness. 

   Her eyes glistened with a well portrayed hopeful innocence.  As if lost
and wanting to be found.

   Hands held by the wrist in front of her aided in crushing her tits
together for the best pose possible.  Her loosely dangling second hand had
bunched up the front of her skirt to reveal her legs all the way up to her
thighs.  Pussy barely concealed.

   "Hi." She seductively expelled before nibbling her lower lip.

   Paul Randall swallowed dryly, "Do I know you?  You look familiar."

   "Yes.  Kind of." Her soft voice beguiling.

   Nervously looking around the room Paul doesn't notice anything that
appeared to be a staged trick.  Everyone was minding their own business. 
Finally, Paul's gaze returned to Monica.

   "Why would you want to come inside?"

   She eyes the movie playing behind him.  A Man and a Woman were moaning
from the tenderness offered to each of the Actors.  With the ultimate
sadness in her eyes connecting with her yearning voice, she points at the
movie behind him.

   "I want that."

   He hadn't even noticed her bruises. 

   Again he searches for some sign of a prank.  Outside of the prying eyes
of unknown customers he felt safe.  Finally he takes a deep breath and
opens the door wider.  Monica took the hint.

   Shuffling inside she moves to the far side of the seating and stands
there bashfully.  All fake of course.  She wanted Paul to assume she was
innocent.  Somehow he knew differently.  Oh well.  Paul needed something
different right?

   She leans over the seat and pats it.  As she did her dress billowed open
to reveal her breasts.  He did see nipples.  Barely.

   Hesitantly he sits down. 

   "You go to the High School I coach at.  Don't you?" He suddenly recalls
her for certain.

   "Yes." She whispers with her head lowered.

   "Crap!  Probably 17 aren't you?"

   "Would I have gotten into this store if I wasn't of age?"

   "Point taken.  Barely18 then."

   "Yes.  Please don't turn me away." She pouts.

   He eyes her fidgeting.  Her dress begging to be lost. 

   "I'm going to watch my movie now." He settles back and enjoys his show.

   Monica shivers and decides to risk it.  She wiggles her dress down to
her feet and stands there as if chilled.  Her hands rubbing her arms.  Paul
keeps his gaze on the movie.  He knew all too well what she had done.  He
wanted to know what she might do next.

   As the movie escalated into a temptation of kisses that flowed from head
to toe upon the Actress, he heard Monica softly whimper and nudge his seat.
After two more efforts Paul nods with a sigh.

   "Crawl on in here."

   Monica jumped at the chance.  She moved between his knees and sat down.
She then turned her body's profile to her right side.  Tucking her toes
beside his right hip she moved into almost a fetal position.  Her chest
crushing over the left of his chest.  She placed her hands between her
thighs.  Her head resting in the cusp of his neckline.  She got comfy
indeed.

   Paul grew hard instantly.  Having lost his first attempt.  He then led
his left hand up to rub her back tenderly.

   "Thank you." She exhales in a faint whisper.

   "Let's just hope this is legit.  If I lose my job over this or get
blackmailed...." He trails away as she pecks him on the cheek.

   Her left hand rose from her lap to rub his chest as her attention turned
to the movie.  She didn't move otherwise just sigh heavily in contentment.

   As the movie required more quarters Paul growled.  They were in his
pants pocket.  He had to contort slightly to reach them, which meant
basically lift her up.  Once he had procured his change he handed the
quarters to her.

   "Go feed the movie."

   She slowly peeled away and stepped next to the box beside the TV
monitor. He could now see her backside.  A thing of beauty.  Save for the
bruises.

   "What happened to you?" He choked up.

   She turns after feeding the box every quarter she had.  The movie then
continued.

   Turning around she pouts, "I was kissed all over."

   "Kissed?  That all?"

   "No." She sheepishly yet bashfully added.

   "Do I want to know?"

   "No." She whispered while rubbing her chills away again.  Her nipples as
full as they could ever get.

   Paul swallows and takes the biggest risk of his life.  He begins
unbuckling his belt again.  As he did Monica knelt between his legs.

   "Can I help?"

   Her whispers tore into his soul, his hands easing away.  She in turn
finished the job.  Belt unbuckled.  Pants unsnapped.  Zipper lowered.  A
tug brought his pants to mid thigh.  Boxers followed.

   Six inches of cock sprung forth, mighty.

   "I like him." She examines his girth with a shy expression.

   "Let's watch the movie.  Crawl on up here."

   She eased back into the position she had been in before.  In doing so
she felt his cock alive between her deepest recesses.  If she fanned her
knees wide his crown would be in perfect view.  His girth caressing amidst
her labia.

   As the movie got steamier Monica began to snuggle closer.  Her lips
lightly kissing his earlobe.

   "I want that." Again she whimpers.

   "CHRIST!" He growls with a dark inhale. 

   Paul Randall then lifted her to move her legs.  She faced him with one
legs to each side of his, albeit awkwardly.  He pulled her closer until her
chest mashed against his.  Both of his hands rubbing up and down her back.

   Monica melted into him with a succulent kiss.  Both of them were lost in
the moment.  Amid the moans of a stunning Actress behind them.

   After a lengthy passion Monica gently eased her pussy over his crown and
cautiously settled with him inside her.  The bruises around her pussy were
extremely sensitive.  She exhaled whines that were a mixture of pain and
enjoyment.  She hid the pain.

   He just let her do the work.

   Rising up, sinking low.  Again and again.  She dove back in for more
passionate tongue swirls and melding lips.  She felt if she did all of the
work the pain would be less.  If he took over she questioned if she could
handle it.

   As his body committed to a quick release he had to break away from her
lips.

   "I'm going to cum.  You have to climb off.  Please."

   She retreats with pouting lips and slithers to his right side as coaxed.
Paul Randall then jerked off.  As his hand rapidly stroked his cock Monica
kissed his neck.

   "Good God in Heaven." He blurts as cum detonates a foot in the air. 
It's droplets rain on her upper thigh.

   As he keeps relinquishing his reservoir Monica returned to his lips.  He
was lost in her.

   As they made out Monica lowered her right hand to well up his cum on her
fingertips.  She then lifted her hand up toward their lips.  She broke the
kiss long enough to lick her fingers off for his amazement.  Once done the
kissing resumed.

   The movie ran its course.

   After ten more minutes Paul had gotten dressed.  As had Monica.  He left
the room first asking her to wait there.  Just to be safe.

   She only waited two minutes.  Long enough for Paul to leave the Store.

   As Monica looked around the store she spotted Crystal toward the back.
She was suspended in a sex swing from a hung bar above.  Her legs fanned
wide for viewers to observe.  Wincing Monica made her way over to her side.

   "Where are Shane and Holden?"

   "I hid them in that movie booth over there." She points with a wink.

   Almost on cue the two young Men burst from the booth with haunted looks.

   Crystal then sighed, "Maybe he's not Gay after all.  Gay porn booth."

   Monica busted up laughing.

   Crystal heard what Monica had done.  Loving this girl more with each
breath.

   After lengthy purchases of a Swing, amid other toys she managed an
I.O.U. out of Crystal.  Ryan would cover her debt tomorrow.  She and
Crystal hugged. 

   They would miss one another. 

   Shane and Holden flipped Crystal off. 

   Eying the McRonald's still lit up Monica sighs, "Take me through the
Drive-up window."

   One quick drive over Monica finds Manager Todd at the window.

   "Hi Todd.  Where's Winston?"

   "Said he was going over to the store to find you.  Guess he missed you."
He said.

   Pouting Monica shrugs, "Another time.  Did you miss me Todd?"

   She coaxed him into leaning out the window and hugging her.

   It was enough.

   They all got a free Coke.



   Monica 29: Four Shame

   Returning home after her weekend sabbatical Monica Gift sat in Ryan's
car beside him.  She needed to collect herself and make certain her bruises
were concealed well.  She had hoped to come home this early in the morning
and find both parents already off to work.  No such luck.

   "Mom's home.  Why couldn't it be Dad?" She looks haunted suddenly.

   Ryan Quinones yawned at having to go out to the town of Anderson and
retrieve her before daylight.  She had already missed school Monday to get
herself together.  She needed to go back today or risk her parents finding
out that she had skipped a day.

   Ryan leered over at her drearily, "Can't hide from this.  Just go in and
get it over with."

   Monica fidgets, "I know.  It's not like she's going to start yelling at
me.  Dad told me she was alright with my staying at a friends.  It's not
like I do that ever.  She wants me to have friends."

   "I don't think your friend Lisa qualifies.  She's what 25 years old and
married?"

   "Right.  Which is why I texted "Lindsey" ahead of time and have her to
cover for me if my Mom goes snooping.  I just stayed with Lindsey as far as
she knows."

   "Smart I guess.  Until your Mom wants to meet her."

   "So, I just bring Lindsey by to say hi.  I'll be fine." She convinces
herself, "Okay!  I'll be back in an hour to ride with you to school."

   Monica vacates the beater mobile and carries her acquired bag of
necessities toward her home.  At the back entrance she unlocks the door and
enters into a tiny mud room before the journey into the Kitchen.  Her Mom
was standing there sipping coffee.

   "You're up early.  It's barely dawn." Charlotte Gift smiled gently
toward her daughter.

   "I know.  I had Ryan come pick me up so I could shower and change for
school.  Lindsey's parents are like you guys up and gone before the
chickens wake up."

   "Oh?  What do her parents do?"

   Monica smirks, "I don't really know.  Barely met her Mom and Dad."

   "Hmm!  Why have I never heard of this Lindsey?"

   "The same reason you don't know about Amber or Chey.  You and I barely
cross paths these days to talk really."

   Charlotte nods her agreement to be disappointed at that realization,
"That is true.  I'm sorry Sweetheart."

   Shrugging Monica starts to step away when Charlotte clears her throat to
regain her daughters attention.  Open arms awaited.

   After a hesitant hug Monica pecks her Mom on the cheek and again begins
to bail.

   "Are you hiding a hicky with make up?" Charlotte sneers, halfway a grin.

   "Can't hide much from you can I?  Blame Ryan."

   "Ryan?  Next door Ryan?  Since when are we dating the Neighbor?"

   "Couple weeks now.  I don't know why but I suddenly started liking the
guy.  Sorry I didn't fill you in on my life."

   "I'm fine with Ryan.  He's a nice boy.  Good choice."

   "Thanks Mom.  I better get cleaned up and dressed.  Long day.  Test in
Chemistry."

   "One more thing before you go?  I want to apologize for what I said over
the phone to your Father and you the other day.  It just sounded as if more
was going on than any tickling and massage to your Father's neck."

   "Again...EWWWW!  Get real Mom.  Dad loves you.  I love you.  So not
going there."

   Charlotte lowers her gaze, "You're right.  I'm being silly.  Forgive
me?"

   "Nothing to forgive.  Just don't let that kind of insecurity push Daddy
away.  You know that couldn't have made him feel secure about your
marriage. Just saying."

   "Absolutely.  I apologized as soon as I got home.  Things are fine."

   "Awesome.  Can I shower now?"

   "Go.  Get squeaky clean." Her Mother waves her away.

   Monica darted away expressing unseen eyes flaring wide at the reasons
for ying.  She had no choices outside of a dark truth that would destroy
everyone involved.

   Ducking into her bedroom she locked her door.  She then undressed and
raced into a hot steamy shower in her adjoined on suite.  Once done she
dried her hair and brushed her teeth.  From that point on it was getting
dressed, more makeup applied to shade her bruising.  She wore a button down
long sleeved shirt of black and put on a pair of white jeans.  She felt
safer wearing more even though it was going to be hot out.  Already sweaty
she groans and goes to her closet.  There she finds a yellow sun dress
which she packs into her book bag.  She knew it would be nearly transparent
but that didn't even bother her.

   Hair long and flowing to help hide her bruises, she then got her tennis
shoes on to leave.

   Opening her bedroom door she nearly ran into her Mother.

   "You're still home?  Taking the day off?" Monica was taken by surprise.

   Charlotte nodded, "I think so.  I could use a day off.  It has been
ages."

   "Wow!  Lucky you."

   "You could stay home with me."

   "Sorry Mom, can't.  Chemistry test remember?"

   "Oh yes.  Cannot miss that now can you.  I love your hair today.  It's
so silky.  Are we using a new shampoo and conditioner?"

   Monica almost snorts thinking of the cum bath mere days ago that coated
her scalp.

   "Yep.  Head and Shoulders." She giggles out loud then jumps into
thought, "And Back and Chest.  And, Belly and Ass."

   "So cute.  You better get going."

   "Yea Ryan's probably waiting in his car.  I love you Mom." She rapidly
darts away.

   Charlotte Gift observed her pace with questioning eyes.  Something was
certainly different about her daughter.

   The day started off slow.  Monica tried her best to behave.  Eyes leered
from all angles wondering why she wore so much.  They hadn't seen her in
pants in weeks.  She merely blew kisses to keep them interested.

   Even Mr.  Morrison had to question her change in behavior.  For that
matter, all of her Teacher's did.  Some thankful.  Others saddened.

   Toward lunch Monica was confronted by three of her Braless Brigade,
"Chey, Amber, and Kendra".

   "Spill it.  What's wrong with you?  At least you're not wearing a bra."
Amber chided.

   Monica swivels in step, "Hiding.  Sorry.  Hickies everywhere."

   After a jaw dropping sway of Monica's hands pointing at her worst areas
the trio of beauties broke.

   "DO TELL!" Cheyenne bounced in step.

   "Sure you girls can handle it?" Monica sticks her tongue out at them.

   Kendra tries to catch Monica's tongue laughing by wagging her own tongue
near her face.  Monica surprises her and connects their tongues before a
rash of giddiness.

   Pulling them into a huddle Monica whispers, "Gangbang."

   The huddle fell dead silent.  Uncertain what to believe.  Finally, after
a round of glares between the girls Amber breaks the silence.

   "Was it Hot?"

   Chey quickly adds, "How many?"

   Kendra was speechless, she merely awaited a high five.

   "Very hot.  And a lot." Monica winks and heads toward her locker.  They
followed her like lost puppies.

   Bouncing in step Chey had to ask again, "How many?"

   Monica remained mum as she unlocked her locker.  A challenge suddenly
made her freeze in step.

   "I'll tell you guys as long as you don't think badly of me."

   "NEVER!" Kendra burst forth.  The other girls nodded in agreement.

   Monica poises her eyes to look as if she was rolling them back into her
head as she thought back to her night at Holly's bar.  Calculating as best
as she could remember she shivers at the final count.

   "Okay.  Keep in mind that when this happened I was a little busy to keep
any exact body count.  All I can tell you is it was under 30 guys.  Maybe
27 or 28."

   The trio of beauties look stunned by her revelation.  Frozen in time
they opt to look at each other for reactions.  Finally, Amber chuckles,
"That's it?"

   The other two girls begin to smile at Monica.  Kendra and Chey move in
to hug Monica's arms. 

   "We want to hear all about it.  Tell us." Chey bubbled.

   Monica sighs and offers them a quick tour down memory lane.  The group
marveled at her adventure.  Once finished Monica absorbed their mentality
toward the extreme nature of that night.  The girls were far more receptive
than she predicted. 

   Cheyenne exhaled loudly with a giddy sigh, "I want to be just like you."

   Laughing at Chey, Amber chided her friend with, "As if you're not a slut
already."

   "Takes one to know one." Chey retaliated playfully reaching out to try
tickling her friend.

   Monica had a brilliant idea all of a sudden.

   "Are you girls up to a challenge?  My braless beauties."

   The three girls pucker, stare at each other then shrug.

   Monica then reopens her locker to sift through her book bag.  She
unpacks the sundress she had brought along due to the heat.  She had
changed her mind about wearing it but kept it in reserve for another day.

   Each of the girls eyes the nearly transparent material.

   "Who wants to wear this dress first?  I'll allow panties under it, but
that's all."

   Amber eyes it, "I don't think that would fit me.  I'm probably 30 pounds
heavier than you."

   Kendra turns pale, She knew her size was closer to being compatible.

   Cheyenne almost a perfect fit.  The thrill entices her to bite her nail
and bulge her big brown orbs out of intensity. 

   "I'll wear it.  For how long?" Chey quivers.

   Monica ponders the time.  Lunch still had 25 minutes left.

   "Wear it through lunch.  You must go into the lunch room and let
everyone see you in it."

   "Teachers too?"

   Monica nods with a stern expression, "Teachers too.  If I can get away
with it so can all of you.  I hope." 

   The chuckles were sparse but evident. 

   People were all around them at this point.  The hallway was filling by
the second as the students left class.

   Monica lifts the dress for Chey who examines the students watching
Monica herself.  The dress held up made them attentive and hopeful for a
new show.  As Monica observed the eyes all seeing she turns to Chey.

   "Strip."

   The young Black Latina Senior swallowed dryly trying to get up the
courage.  Her friends holding their breath to see if she could actually do
it.  In a bold move Chey drops her bag to the floor and wiggles her white
shorts to the tile floor stepping out of them.  In doing so the students
took more interest.  She stood there in her orange t-shirt and a black and
red thong.  She stared at everyone watching for a brief instant to realize
they were encouraging her to go further.

   "So crazy." Chey hisses before yanking her shirt up over her long raven
curls.  A moment later her soft voluptuous 36D's were jiggling for all to
view.  Nipples dark and deadly amid her creamy chocolate flesh.

   Now wearing only the thong, socks, and shoes she decides to relish in
the freedom.  A quick adrenalin dance offered her fans a joyous mixture of
nerves and success.  Her friends admired her triumph.

   Monica withholds the dress as Chey reaches for it.

   "Not just yet.  Hug your fans." Monica points toward some boys. 

   Eyes erupting Chey prances directly over to four boys and hugs each of
them tightly.  Her breasts crushing against their chests.  Their hands
rubbing her back and down to her thong.

   Seeing her attentiveness more boys surrounded her and expected hugs. 
Uncertain she glares back at Monica.

   "Rule number one...never let your fan base down."

   Chey grits her teeth and continues hugging.  Eleven boys in all.  Two
girls.  This included her Latina friend Rosa who nearly died laughing at
her sisterly friends bravado.

   Monica looks at Rosa whom she hadn't ran into again since the day she
talked friend Lindsey into teasing Toby.

   "Hey Stranger.  Don't laugh, you're next." Monica expresses coyly.

   The Latina beauty flares her eyes and pinches her nipples, "At least I'm
in on the braless part."

   Cheyenne grabs Rosa from behind laughing, "If I can do it so can you."

   Head shaking Rosa pries Chey away, "Another time maybe.  I'm not that
bold just yet."

   "Holding you to that." Monica points as she hands Kendra the dress
instead of Chey.

   "Huh?  What?" Kendra is taken by surprise.

   "Why does Chey need to wear the dress now?  Everyone's seen what they've
dreamed of already.  So, you wear the dress."

   Before Kendra can react Monica spots Principal Janson at the far end of
the hall.  Swiftly Monica encourages the group of boys beside the
tantalizing Cheyenne to huddle around her.  Blocking her from being seen as
Janson literally walked right by them.  Chey nearly had a panic attack
fanning herself with her hand.  Mostly because the horde of boys had her
back to the wall and were pawing her up the entire time.  As Janson walked
by them she found a boy sucking her nipple.  It was difficult not to
squeal.

   As Janson vanished the huddle dispersed leaving Chey wide eyed and
overheated.

   "See how easy that was?" Monica chuckled.

   Cheyenne looked at Rosa to her left, "Bitch!  You are so doing this
tomorrow."

   "Who you calling Bitch?  Bitch!" Rosa giggled, "We'll see.  Let me get
my nerve up."

   Monica pointed at Rosa for commitment but there was only hesitance. 

   "How can you get nerve up?  I saw you guys in Noble's class.  Both of
you were more naked than dressed.  Chey had her thong down even.  Heck, so
did you Rosa.  You were twerking for the class."

   Both girls agreed even with a bashful glance toward each other.  It was
enough for Chey to shrug and ease her thong down to her ankles seductively.
The guys around her offering a near silent "Whoa!" for her added
performance.  Stepping out of the thong Chey kicked it out blindly into her
adoring fans.  Whom caught it took her by surprise.

   "Darius!" She choked up.

   Monica noted his arrival.  Smirking toward him she shied away from
letting on that Darius had already fucked Monica herself in the Men's
locker room a few weeks back.

   Darius Howard was the Varsity Football teams Running back.  Big man on
campus so to speak.

   "Daaaaaaaaaamn Chey.  I wondered what you had hidden under those
clothes. SWEET!" He ogled her closely while stepping near her space.

   "Get a good look Darius.  You probably won't see it again." She pretty
much despised Darius.  Having grown up near him and his brothers all of her
life.  They were assholes toward she and her sisters. 

   Monica intervenes sensing tension, "Slow down and breath." She plants a
hand on Darius to keep him at bay.

   Cheyenne glares at Darius and is tempted to get dressed when Monica
turns her words toward the creamy Goddess.

   "Ok, I know disgruntled when I see it.  History doesn't have room right
now.  Get along.  If you really want to be like me then you must not let
things get to you.  Darius?  Treat her with respect.  Chey treat him as if
he's just another set of eyes wanting you."

   Darius chuckles, "I do want her.  Always have."

   Chey narrows her eyes, "Couldn't tell.  You always put me down.  Ever
since we were little."

   Monica knows lunch time was ticking away fast.  While they may have a
sizeable gathering for concealment this tense atmosphere was going to break
the blockade up.

   "Darius?  Tell her how you really feel.  Overlook your past." Monica
stresses.

   He shrugs scratching the back of his neck trying to formulate the words.

   "You know what it's like having older brothers who expect you to be just
like them?  I'm older now.  They're not here.  I might still be a dick but
I'm also man enough to apologize for the past.  I've liked you forever
Chey. I just couldn't let on because of Clarence and Antoine.  Chey?  I'm
sorry."

   She shivers covering her breasts with her arms as Rosa snuggles close to
support her friend.

   "I kind of liked you too.  Even though you were a prick." Chey sighs.

   Monica lowers her hand from the chest of Darius to his belt buckle,
"Want to prove how sincere you are Buddy?"

   Darius eyes her fingers on his buckle, "Huh?"

   "Drop those pants and join her.  If you mean what you say then embarrass
yourself.  Don't let her feel as if she's alone."

   His eyes bulge as he looks around him at the other guys.  With only a
moment to decide he hands his bag to a fellow teammate and jumps into
unfastening his pants.  Seconds later he lowers his jeans and boxers.  Chey
and Rosa glue their gaze on his erection.

   "You're not alone!" He squints at Cheyenne with dedication.

   Monica steps to Chey and Rosa, peeling Rosa away from her friend.

   Cheyenne swallows dryly, "I can't believe you did that for me."

   "I'll go further.  I don't care if this costs my position on the team."
He swiftly removes his Jersey to stand shirtless, pants to his knees.

   Cheyenne Johnson whimpered with almost teary eyes at his gesture.

   Monica smiles, "Come on guys.  Hug already."

   The two ease into each other, he feeling her nipples on his chest, she
his erection probing her thighs.  So close she had to bulge her eyes with a
glint of "OMG!" toward Rosa and Monica.

   Darius winks away from all the girls toward his buddies.  They knew he
was only playing along.  At least he let on he was putting on an act.  Was
he though?

   "Forgive me Chey?  I really am sorry."

   She sighs a warm exhale across his neckline, "You can treat me like crap
around your brothers.  But no other time.  Or I'll kick your ass."

   He hugs her tighter rubbing her spine from shoulders to lower back.  She
melds into him snugger feeling great comfort.  Finally, his hands go lower
to squeeze her ass.  She feels his cock gently slithering amid her wet
labia.  Her eyes tremble.

   "Darius?" She whispers.

   "Yeah?" He softly replies.

   She looks toward Monica for assurance, her heart pounding.  Monica
merely motions her to continue.  So did Rosa biting her nail.

   "Darius?" Again Chey whispers, "Show your friends you're the Man."

   Instinct took over, literally lifting her by her ass up against the wall
behind her.  Her legs wrapped his torso. 

   Darius Howard fucked his age old rival. 

   He grunted hard. 

   She squealed and dug nails into his shoulders.

   The gathering closed ranks as Lunch was ending.

   Eyes from behind marveled at his balls slapping her inner thighs
vividly. Juices trickling down to the tile below.

   Suddenly, Darius slowed his pounding hips into a more sensual manner. 

   Cheyenne sighed heavily and expelled, "Oh Darius." over and over.  His
lips kissing her throat.

   Monica scanned about the halls, even Teachers were circulating. 

   Principal Janson was looking their direction with interest.  Monica
noted a haunted glare on his expression.  This led to her fluttering her
fingers at him.  He failed to wave back.  Luckily the gauntlet disguised
the sex partners from view.  Still, Monica sensed that he knew.

   Hearing a muffled snarl and a shrill whine the gathering knew the two
had finished.

   A swift move to get dressed the group eases up their pile up to let the
couple breath.

   Chey huffed and primped at her tight curls.  Her eyes happy.

   He stood smug yet returned a wink at her.

   Back to normal, Darius coughed, "Too easy." then fist bumped his buddies
while walking away.  Behind his back he gave Chey a thumbs up.  At least
there was hope.

   Monica, Rosa, and Amber surrounded Chey with giggles.  The girl shivered
and bounced with exhilaration.

   "I can't believe I did that."

   Rosa chuckled, "So I'm next tomorrow right?  Can I do Darius too?"

   Chey punched her friend in the arm.  With a jealous growl she changes
her tune, "I dare you to."

   Everyone laughed.

   Suddenly, Monica made a realization

   Kendra had disappeared.  Taking the dress with her.

   "Where did Ken go?"

   Out of no where Kendra Stewart brought her blond self back into their
midst.  She was wearing the sundress proudly.  Her 34B's proudly visible,
nipples pointing like daggers.  The skirt revealing her thin white lacey
thong. 

   "Where did you go?" Monica narrowed her eyes.

   "To lunch.  I was starving.  Everyone loved me in the dress.  Even
Principal Janson.  He stopped to look me over then smiled and kept on
going. It was such a rush."

   The group of girls stood in awe.

   Monica hears the bell ring for next class.

   "Keep the dress on until class is over."

   Kendra swirls in step, "Nope!  Until school is over.  Meet you back here
later."

   The thin perky blond gathered her clothes from the floor and rushed them
to her locker.  The rest of her day was pure adrenalin.

   Monica puckered her lower lip as the girls dispersed.

   "Well!"

   Monica was speechless.



   Monica 30: Hell Razor's

   The following day Monica Gift eyed her yellow sundress dangling in her
locker.  Shocked by Kendra Stewart's wearing of it most of yesterday she
had to smile.  Her friends were coming out stronger than she imagined. 
Still, she felt as if she herself was losing steam.  Maybe it was her
recovery period that held her back.  Utilizing her friends to keep the
school wanting more and more.  She swore her comeback would be "Epic!"

   Students were whispering everywhere, eying Monica at her locker.  Their
words just out of reach.  She shrugged.  Nothing was going to bother her.

   "Hey Monica." Interrupted her thoughts.

   Turning she spies "Tamara White" and "Thea King" from Ginger Noble's
class. 

   Thea was an impish Nubian Goddess of 5 foot tall 95 pounds.  Long black
silky hair in a ponytail.  Her big bold brown eyes full of life.

   Tamara was a shapely white girl with short sandy blond hair that barely
touched her shoulders.  She was equally as beautiful even with a slightly
beak shaped nose.  The rest of her led to supermodel status. 

   "Tam?  Thea?  Hey wassup?"

   Thea glows hugging her books to her chest.  A well rounded 34D set. 
Remarkable for such a petite girl.

   "We just wanted to say we love what you're doing.  Getting the girls to
come out of their shells is so cool." Thea beams.

   "It's nothing.  I just didn't want to be the only one in the spotlight.
All of you girls are gorgeous.  You need to express yourselves more."

   Tamara repositions her book bag on her shoulder.  Her grey t-shirt
vividly wrinkled but rebounding by expressing nipples from bulbous 36C
mounds beneath.  They were attention getters for certain.

   Thea was less noticeable wearing a black button down shirt once her
books lowered to show her chest off.  Evident but less so.

   "I'm glad you two are opening up more too." Monica fans herself at Thea,
"Especially you Missy.  I saw you and Chey spreading those pussy lips wide.
Hussy!"

   Accepting Monica's wink Thea grins sheepishly, "Once I started I
couldn't stop myself.  Did you see I let boys touch me down there?"

   "I did!" Monica nods favorably.

   "Chey told me about her and Darius.  I didn't expect that.  They hated
each other." Thea frowns.

   Monica shrugs lightly, "Not so much anymore I'm thinking."

   "It was awesome how you got those two together.  I hope the peace
stands." Tamara adds.

   "Time will tell."

   Thea grits her pearly whites, "Can we join your club?"

   "Club?  I didn't know I had any club.  I'm just helping you all to
realize your potential.  But, sure.  If you want my help I'm in."

   Tamara shivers with excitement.  The possibilities endless in her
mind. 

   "I'll try anything.  Just say when." Tamara responded.

   "Slow down.  When the time is right I'll set things in motion.  Okay?"

   "Awesome!" Tamara bounces on her toes.

   Monica eyes Thea, "You however can get started right here and now."

   Reaching forward with both hands Monica unbuttons the top two buttons on
Thea's blouse.  It reminded her of Ryan's challenge in her first bouts of
exhibition within school.

   By unbuttoning her blouse Thea's dark bosom rounded into a more visible
display.  The girl lowers her gaze to see her tits looming into view.

   "The girls look good today." Thea giggles.

   "Those buttons stay unbuttoned all day long.  Understood?"

   "Yep!  I won't touch them.  Even if I get told to by a Teacher to button
up."

   Monica chuckles, "See you in Detention then."

   Her own hopes that Morrison might come through today made her grin
devilishly.  She expected a Detention as he had planned to bring in other
Teachers this time.  Monica might still be tender but the idea made her wet
as hell.

   Tamara felt left out, "Maybe I'll wear a button down tomorrow so I can
do that."

   "Why?  Your pants will be coming off."

   Tamara bulges her eyes at Monica, "Oh really?"

   Monica recalls something from their Gym class and smirks, "Brilliant
idea." 

   Rubbing Tamara lightly on her abdomen Monica makes the girl wince from
the unexpected move.

   "See you in Gym."

   As Monica departs, Thea shrugs at Tamara then huffs, "I might have to
skip class to see this."

   Tamara offers a stunned but glowing expression.  She couldn't wait.  She
was so proud of her new outlook on life that she made certain guys looked
at her chest.  Posture and a well poised finger drew them in.  Ego led the
way.





   Monica entered Dane Morrison's class and sat down next to Ryan.  He was
yawning from a lackluster sleep the night before.

   "Why so exhausted oh, Master?" Monica pondered.

   "Stayed up late talking to April.  We're going on a date Friday night."

   Monica leered at him with a blank expression.  For some reason she felt
left out.  She knew he was just her friend but the idea of less time with
him bothered her.  She would get over it.  April was a sweet girl.  Monica
was happy for him.  It would still nag her the rest of the day.

   "Hey!  I have a shopping list for you.  I need things before my gym
class." She expects.

   "Like what?"

   She jots down her needs and passes him a ripped piece of paper.  He
reads the short list and nods, "I have this stuff at home.  I'll swing by
during lunch and grab them."

   "Thank you, Sir." She blows him a kiss.  He always brightened up when
she adored him.

   Teacher Dane Morrison entered his class room with more enthusiasm than
usual.  Today he spent more time facing his students with more interest. 
This sudden change made his pupils groan.  They had grown accustomed to
being ignored overall.  Settling in he sat on the edge of his desk with a
hand full of papers.

   "Pop quiz Kiddies." He smirked.

   Passing them around from front to back the kids examined the questions.
Deciding to stroll around the room while everyone retrieved a quiz he eyed
Monica.  She returned his gaze with curiosity.  Puzzled by his stare she
chose to look down at her questions.  Most were easy.  Some were
uncertain. 

   "You can all begin.  We'll go over them afterwards.  Pay close attention
to Number Four.  It can be tricky." He winks at Monica cautiously.

   She read the question but it made no sense.  Her mind tried to
comprehend when it dawned on her to try something.  She swiftly leers
around her carefully before showing Morrison 4 fingers.  He in turn nods.
Another wink makes her shiver.  She points at him then herself to which he
again nods.  Counting three fingers she easily figured out that he had
found at least three other Teachers to play with during detention.  She bit
her lower lip and offered him a beguiling glare of unblinking eyes.  He
knew she understood.

   Now all she had to do was get Detention.

   The quiz went over easily.  As class drew to it's close she hadn't done
anything to warrant Detention.  Before she could decide on it she had a
thought.  It didn't have to be Morrison to give her Detention.  She would
get it elsewhere.

   As the bell rang she shuffled forward to Morrison's desk.  Waiting for
the class to empty she whispered, "Room 312 still?"

   "Yep.  Don't be late.  I made sure nobody else got Detention."

   "Awesome.  I'll be there."

   She quickly vacated the classroom and headed to her next class.





   Word was out that something was going to happen toward days end.  Monica
had told Holden and Shane to give hints to her followers.  Monica's plan
was simple enough.  When Ryan had brought her list of needs to school
during lunch she was ready. 

   During her Art class Monica had talked friends Thea King and Amber Welch
into joining her, unknowing what she had in mind.

   The trio reached the Gym which was alive with sweat inducing activity.
Being a Co-Ed Gymnasium half the court was for the Boys playing Basketball,
the other half Girls practicing Volleyball.

   Luckily both Coaches "Paul Randall" whom Monica had played with at the
Adult Bookstore secretly, and Girl's Coach "Marion Murray" were notorious
for getting class started then fading away to their offices until the end
of class.  Trusting their students.

   Monica took advantage of the daily negligence and waltzed right in with
her girls.  Thea and Amber behind her like lost puppies following her as if
their Mother.

   Circling the gym floor for everyone to notice their arrival Monica made
certain that all sides noted her finger to her lips as a sign to keep their
being there quiet.  Loud noises such as whistles and choice words would
draw attention of the Coaches.  The students knew to watch her back. 

   Once that drama was out of the way Monica points at her friend "Tamara
White" whom was playing Volleyball to stop and join her at courtside.  The
other girls kept playing to keep the activity level noticeable to the
offices below the court.  Their interest in Monica still curious.

   Sprinting over to Monica, Tamara still braless under a Maroon shirt
bounced her breasts about without care.  She wore white gym shorts and tube
socks to match.  The boys noticing immediately yet quietly commenting about
her.  Especially when Monica pointed at them with a Thespian reaction as if
saying, "Look at those Boobie's dance."

   "Hey!  You really did skip class to be here." Tamara looks shocked by
Thea and the addition of the lovely Amber.

   "Wouldn't miss it for the world, Sweet "T"." Thea gleamed her pearly
whites.

   Amber greedily jumps in, "I can't wait to see what Monica has you do."

   Monica removes her backpack before saying with raised eye brows, "Oh no.
You two just had to be here.  Now we all do what Tamara is going to do.  We
support our girl here by example."

   The three girls look at each other with bright eyes bordering between
terror and excitement.

   "Join me Ladies."

   Taking the lead Monica marches up the wooden bleachers behind them. 
Reaching the halfway point between courts Monica sets down.  The other
three to her left in the order of Tamara, Thea, then Amber.  Pretty maids
all in a row.

   Monica grins sheepishly as she unpacks her bag.  Producing a large
plastic cereal bowl and a 2 liter bottle of water first.  Tamara holds
both.

   "Are we thirsty?" Tamara narrows her eyes.

   Shaking her head without speaking Monica then pulls out a full can of
shaving crÃ"me passing it over to Thea.  Holding it up Thea asks, "Are we
shaving our legs?"

   Refraining from words Monica's final retrieval was a pack of 8
disposable pink razors.

   "Close." Monica winks.

   Jaws dropped the second Monica stood up and began unfastening her white
jeans.  Wiggling them down over her hips to her ankles she stops only to
kick off her tennis shoes.  Stepping out of her pants she was naked from
the waist down.  Only her black button down shirt dangled to hide her
thighs.  Lifting her shirt for all to see her lower half she knew her
hickies would be visible.  She was testing the waters of what people might
say.  With a glance to her right she noted the gathering of boys watching
her.  She slapped her ass and stuck her tongue out at them.  The consensus
was wagging tongues in return.

   "Oh my Gosh!  They adore you so much." Thea giggles.

   "No.  They just love nudity on a hot girl.  Hot girls.  PANTS OFF
LADIES!" She snaps.

   Adrenalin pauses within the girls until Amber hops up and drops her own
blue jeans and bright orange thong.  The tanned brunette took pride in
showing off her body.  She went so far as to lift her shirt up and jiggle
her breasts toward the boys.  Even the girls below on the court stopped to
acknowledge her boldness.

   Finally Thea and Tamara stood up in unison both taking loud deep
breathes through their teeth to get the courage up.  Their shorts and
underwear were off while gaining fans by the second. 

   Monica was impressed that her three protÃ(C)gÃ(C)s hadn't chickened out.
All knew the severity of their actions if busted.  The risk was great and
they marched on.

   However, there were quite a few students below who were still in the
dark concerning their risquÃ(C) behavior too date.  Fingers were crossed by
all four girls that trouble wouldn't follow.

   Monica unbuttons her shirt and removes it before sitting.  Totally nude
aside from her socks she blew kisses all around.  Most embraced her with
cheers of silent expression.  Some shocked yet keeping their reactions to
themselves.  A number of Boys began to leave their side of the court. 
Those less courageous stayed behind and continued playing basketball. 
Their dribbling at least maintained the necessary noise level as not to
attract the attention of the Coaches below the court in their Offices. 

   Of the girls side the risks taken were with mixed reaction.  This was
the first time that Monica, let alone her entourage had encountered the
scourge of the school.

   Cheerleaders.

   The most popular girls were always the Cheerleading Squad. 
Optimistically the best and hottest of the hot.  The best dressed.  Best
hair.  All around dreams of every Jock on the Varsity.  Girls either
exceptionally easy or devotedly reserved.  Mostly easy.

   In her gut Monica Gift knew that even the Cheerleaders had to have known
of her exploits by now.  The secret was hard to keep.  Even though the boys
around her before now had sworn their pact of secrecy she knew that was
bull.  Regardless she took chances.  So would her friends obviously.

   What did nag at her soul was why none of the Cheerleaders had approached
her before now.  It was impossible for them to deny that the popular boys
were ignoring them more of late in favor of Monica and her flock.  Were
they waiting for their chance to pounce?

   There wasn't time to give it any further thought.  Her current mission
had maybe 25 minutes.

   "Water in the bowl.  Share the sink Ladies."

   Tamara with a trembling hand poured the bottled H2O into the bowl, while
Thea held it for her.  She left water in the large bottle for later.

   Amber tormented the boys by waving the shaving crÃ"me can up in the air
as she stood up to roll her fingers over the curves of her gently
overweight belly and down into her dark pubic hair.  The boys shook their
heads and grinned from ear to ear.

   Four disposable razors from an 8 pack were passed around.  As they were
getting ready Monica trickles water from the bottle into her gently thick
pubic hair.  Since her gangbang she had let it grow without tending.  The
other girls followed her liquid lead. 

   Amber was first to lather up her bush.  Joining her was Monica, Tamara,
then Thea.

   The girls were even more encouraged by the lustful eyes of the boys
standing below them.  All drooling like crazy. 

   Amongst the boys was Toby's friend, "Carson" and a number of the Jocks
from Varsity.  All bud's of Darius Howard.  The rest were seeing the
freedom for the very first time.

   Monica of course had encountered most of them when she had showered in
the Boy's Locker room awhile back.

   As the Foursome of exhibitionists delicately shaved their "Hoohaw's"
they had trouble not flirting with their eyes.  Back and forth between
their jobs and the gaze of the boys they had to know reactions.  It was
instant turn on for everybody.

   "Look at your Admirer's girls.  They worship you for your beauty and
your boldness." Monica gives them continual courage.

   Tamara had rolled her T-shirt up to her chest not yet exposing them to
the world.  She just wanted to keep it from getting messy.  Only her full
belly down was feeling a breeze.

   "Zoe Klein" is pacing the floor by the net.  She doesn't look very
happy." Tamara whines, "I can tell she wants to rat us out."

   "Ignore her until it happens." Monica trims carefully around her
clitoral area, "Our word against hers.  We'll be done and dressed before
she decides to cry for help."

   Thea cleans her razor in the bowl shyly.  Her eyes still bright and
unblinking at her sightseers. 

   "My Dad's a Minister.  He can't find out I did this." Thea pauses.

   "So stop and get dressed." Amber growls.

   Thea grins sheepishly, "I don't want to."

   Monica glares over, "That's my girl.  Feed their Ego's Ladies.  The lust
is killing the boys."

   She was accurate.  Four of the Jocks took the chance of approaching
closer.  Scaling the bleachers until there was only two steps between they
and Paradise.

   "You girls are just plain Freaks." prodded the handsome 5'8, 220 pound
"Tyler Mason".  He had short dark hair with well groomed stubble on his
chin.

   Beside Tyler stood three other Football players from the Varsity
squad. 

   "Garrett James" a chunky black giant of 6'3, 385 pounds.  "Carlos
Esperanza", a Hispanic stud 5'8, 240, with black hair down to his neckline
and an unshaven look.  His smile stole hearts everywhere he went.  Finally,
"Rico Chavez", a Puerto Rican charmer with big brown eyes and well defined
muscle.  He was 5'7, 220. 

   Above them Monica winks as she finishes her shave abandoning her razor
into the bowl.  A quick rinse left her flesh appealing.

   "Would you rather we go back to being shy and less exciting?"

   Garrett shakes his puffy cheeks rapidly while muttering a huff of
yearning thoughts, "Please don't.  Especially Thea."

   The tense raven hued beauty smiles with her eyes as she blushes, "Almost
done Garrett."

   Amber rinses her coochie with the 2 liter waterfall before rubbing
herself boasting, "Silky smooth and tingly."

   Tamara White was struggling to finish.  Her bush had been thicker than
the others.  With no scissors to trim it down first it was troublesome. 
Beet red she kicks her feet out of the annoyance of her quest.

   Tyler amused by the blond steps up another plank, "Here, let me help
you."

   Her eyes bulge as he moves to sit down right between her legs on the
step at her feet.  He claims the razor from Tamara's trembling hand and
slowly lowers his own fingers into a working angle.  His delicate approach
made the other girls grin.  With each pass of the razor he was doing a
noble job of removing her tangles.  Tamara's look of awe never left
Tyler. 

   "Oh my God!" She whispers as his pinky touches her clit to keep it safe
from the razors blade.

   The gathering on the floor grew behind everyone the second Tyler took
charge.  Going in for the kill had created curiosity and jealousy.

   Flustered by the attention being received, Cheerleader "Zoe Klein", a
stunning blue eyed blond with long crimped hair began cursing under her
breath.  The 5'4, 125 pound Goddess prowled the courtside with hands on her
tight gym shorts.  Huddling in her way were two of her fellow Cheerleaders
unsure how to react.  "Becca Wright" and "Violet Rainier" were torn by
loyalty to Zoe and their sudden admiration of Monica's minions.

   Becca stood 5'2, 118, with black straight hair that stopped just below
her earlobes.  Brown eyes were always picturesque.

   Violet had long red hair that was wavy and glamorous in style.  Green
eyes cemented her allure.  Even though a rash of freckles all over her body
would look sightly to some, hers were perfectly arranged and sexy.  Not too
mention her busty 38C's that danced with every step.  She was the taller of
the three Cheerleaders, at 5'5, 130.

   Zoe had, had enough.  Stomping her way up the bleachers around the boys
she stood towering over Monica.  An evil glare made Tamara and Thea cringe.
Only Amber stood up defensively.

   Monica stretches her body to lay back with her elbows on the plank
behind her.  Peering up at Zoe she attempts friendship, "Hey there Zoe."

   Zoe was beet red suddenly, fuming yet speechless as her eyes darted
between Monica then Tyler's focused hands.  Finally, Zoe chooses her words,
"You used to be nerdy and boring."

   Monica puckers her lower lip, "And, you were never nice or gave me the
time of day.  Never good enough for you and yours."

   "None of us were good enough for you Rich girls." Amber adds with hands
on her hips.

   Tamara coos at Tyler's continued touch forcing Zoe to crease her brow
with a glint of sadness.  A tear was forming in her eyes.  With one last
sneer she questions, "Are you calling me a "Bitch"?"

   Amber nods heavily for Zoe to notice, "We're all Bitches.  Bitches in
heat."

   Zoe stands expressionless as her friends Becca and Violet join her on
the bleachers.  Both girls maintained their cool.  They were only there as
support.  They admired Tyler's tenderness as well.  Jealous all around. 
Zoe's support group went unnoticed by her.

   fter a lengthy sulk Zoe groans loudly then yanks her own shorts down to
her ankles, a bright pink pair of lacey boy shorts followed.

   The entire gym mumbled as one.  She was the fantasy of every guy in
school.  Now here she was bottomless and perfect.

   "Hand me a fresh razor." She barks.

   "Ask nicely." Monica teeters a razor before her eyes.

   Sitting down beside Monica slowly, she calms her nerves, "Please?"

   Becca and Violet's eyes erupt at their girlfriend's unexpected move. 
They literally froze in step. 

   "Friends from here on out?" Monica dangles the razor.

   Zoe nods with a weakening spirit as she notes Monica tilting the 2 liter
awkwardly over the blonde's lap.  Cool trickles escaped between the light
brown fur of Zoe's pubes and the pink glory of her pussy's thin labia. 
Razor accepted, Amber passes Monica the shaving crÃ"me.  With another
assist Monica ushers a mound of lather over Zoe's thin landscape. 

   Monica winks at her, "Want me to shave it too?"

   The blond eyed Monica with a glare of arrogance, "Noooo!  I want Tyler
to shave me next."

   She tries to seduce Tyler with a bright smile and fluttering eyelids. 

   The Jock looks up from Tamara's snatch as he touched her up, "I'm good
right here.  Garrett will do it."

   Zoe grimaces.  He was the one Varsity player that repulsed her.

   Luckily Garrett shakes his head feverishly, "Nawwww!  My eyes on Thea."

   Both Rico and Carlos wave their chances away, instead moving in on the
gorgeous Amber.  She stepped over to give them room to sit at each side of
her.  Amber Welch was in Heaven.  Their attentions handy and charismatic.

   Lost suddenly, Zoe eyes her creamed up bush with a wince.  Before
tackling it she hears a loud, "I'll do it."

   Her eyes bolt wide to see whom it might be that saves her.  Stepping up
was the lank "Carson Rudolph".  Carson was nothing special.  Not ugly.  Not
handsome.  He was just himself.  Awkward but still easy to talk too if
given the opportunity.  Knowing he wasn't a stud boosted Carson's bravado.
He had nothing to lose.  Merely a reputation to gain.  He was the guy who
shaved the most perfect girl in school.

   Horror crossed Zoe's face until Monica hugs her arm, "Friendly. 
Remember?"

   "I can't believe I'm going through with this." Zoe cringes as Carson
moves in to sit between her quaking legs.  Above her Violet and Becca offer
grossed out expressions.  Regardless, poised with surgical prowess Carson
peels the razor from Zoe's fingers.  As he begins shaving her Zoe whines
and leers up at Violet.  Their expressions making her ill.  The girls
studied his delicate moves, finally approving of him.  Violet herself
poised an index finger up to her lips biting a nail.  Becca just nibbles
her lower lip.  Both girls warming up.

   Monica knew class was ending soon yet she led on valiantly.  Eying Tyler
as he finished up Tamara then rinses her she throws an arm around the beaky
beauty, "I think Tyler deserves a kiss.  Don't you?"

   The stunner nods puckering her lips, eyes closed awaiting expectation.
Unaware of her surroundings Monica points at Tamara's lap.  Tyler took the
hint and eases in awkwardly.  He kissed her wet clit.

   Eyes rip wide at the shock of his kiss, her laugh similar to the
eruption of a young "Julia Roberts" from "Pretty Woman".

   Before he rises he flicks his tongue along her entire pussy and over her
shaved arena.  She couldn't stop laughing until he hugged her.  She
relished in his arms.

   Amber had hands all over her as Rico and Carlos adored her curvaceous
full figure.  Rico massaging her pussy made her squeal.  Carlos squeezing
her left tit left him chuckling in triumph.

   Thea darted her gaze all around her in awe.  Having finished herself she
had merely watched everything play out.  She suddenly felt left out until
her eyes met Garrett's.  He was rolling his hand over his mouth wiping away
drool.  She giggled at his behavior then grit her teeth.  Standing up she
unbuttoned her black shirt to reveal her full frontal.  After fanning her
shirt wide to offer a view of her breasts Thea took a step up and leaped
into Garrett's arms.  Her own arms wrapped around his flabby neckline.  A
peck on the cheek left him to roll his eyes back.  He was smitten.

   During the chaos Carson polished off the still trembling Zoe.  She
presses her lower tummy down to marvel at his handiwork.  Fingers caress
the softness of his deed until a pucker forms over her lower lip.  Eyes
batting she felt shameless.

   "Do I get a kiss?" She does as Tamara did closing her eyes.

   Carson winked at Monica first then stood silently.  Leaning down he
chose a true kiss over anything sexual.  As his lips succulently kissed
hers, Zoe's eyes fluttered open in shock.  Violet and Becca's hearts
melted.

   "Now that's a true Gentleman." Monica whispers toward Zoe as their lips
lock.  Zoe kissed him back.  Without regret.

   As the gathering noticed the students on the gym floor head for the
showers they realized the bell was nearing. 

   Monica pointed at Violet and Becca with a stern glare, "You're next."

   The girls flare their eyes and step away grinning.  Hearts pounding.

   Carson knelt down and helped Zoe guide her boy shorts on.  Then her gym
shorts.  She loved his sincerity.  He then walked her down the stairs. 

   Before the original four could get dressed they sat back laughing at
their achievement.  The girls were exuberant.  The Jocks enjoying their
giddiness.

   Ignorant of their surroundings the group was caught off guard.  A loud
whistle echoed throughout the gym. 

   Panic ensued as the Jocks stood up to block the girls gallantly.  All
accept poor Thea.  Garrett had turned around to face the whistle.  Still
embracing Thea in his arms with one hand on her ass, the other rubbing her
upper back.  Her shirt hiked high.  Her bare ass promptly arched outward to
reveal her clam and luscious anal zone.  She was a deer in headlights
facing the girls.

   Coach Randall stood bitterly with his arms stretched wide for answers.
Head shaking he eyes his boys.  With a loud snarl he points away, "Hit the
showers."

   Garrett swiftly lowers Thea to the plank and lets her go in order to
run. He huffed a "Sorry Thea." before hobbling away.  All four boys bolted
down the bleachers leaving the girls defenseless and only half dressed.

   Randall spots Monica and grits his teeth.  He recalls her from the Adult
Bookstore.  Swallowing hoarsely he admires the other girls standing half
naked.  Amber still totally nude.  She was having too much fun. 

   The Coach looked around him.  It was lifeless in gym now.  He ponders
his next move as the girls finish dressing.

   Amber lagged behind the others as they advance down the set of bleachers
to face Randal up close.  He stood awaiting Amber who literally walked down
with her shirt still off.  Monica had to smile at her protÃ(C)gÃ(C).

   Sneering Coach Randall shook his head while rubbing the back of his
neck.

   "I only have four words for you girls."

   They waited.  Amber just now pulling her T-shirt over her head.

   A moment of silence before pointing at each of them simultaneously.

   "DETENTION!"

   "DETENTION!"

   "DETENTION!"

   "DETENTION!"

   Monica was going to have company.