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 �>�Paying For College by alacious_Scribe

   College girl with no money finds a great job with special duties

   Prologue

   Mr.  James was a private person.  Few people knew his name or his
wealth. He was also lonely, he had few friends and no sexual partners.  He
felt ashamed of his sexual proclivities, which were somewhat unusual.  When
he did allow himself to be intimate with a woman, he always regretted it.
His desires were rarely fulfilled leaving his feeling empty and out of
sorts. One day he was meeting with the CEO of a software company he
recently acquired, and he met Maria.  Maria was a college senior and worked
part-time as a gofer.  When he first met her, he wondered what she -(TM)d
looked like naked.  He started spending a lot of time at that particular
company, and he always asked Maria to work with him.  They would start
early in the morning, and not stop until well after dinner.  One night
there was an unavoidable social event, and his 'escort' had to cancel.  The
service didn -(TM)t have anyone available on short notice, so he came up
with an idea...  -�Maria, are you available to accompany me to a gala at
The Met, tonight? -�  -�I could if I had time to get my hair done, and
owned an appropriate gown, -� she told her employer.  Three hours later Mr.
James was the proud owner of a salon, and Maria's hair looked stunning. 
She also had her nails done and was trying on dresses at Georgio Armani. 
Once she selected her ensemble, she changed and strutted out of the
dressing room.  She was the perfect date, lovely cultured, at ease with the
rich and famous, and beautiful.  Mr.  James knew that he would invite her
to his home at the end of the evening. After the Gala, the went to his Park
Avenue Penthouse he used while in Manhattan.  They spent the night doing
things to each other.  Unspeakable things!  Unspeakable things, she
enjoyed. The next afternoon, they were still naked in bed.  Their bodies
needed to recover from a morning of more unspeakable things.   -�Mr. 
James, can we have a serious conversation, -� Maria asked. Releasing her
small breast with the extra-long nipples he looked into her eyes and
nodded.  -�I love working with you!  But, working full time, going to
school full time, and now being your lover, is too much for one person.  If
you let me, I can find a few other girls to help out so nothing suffers. -�
Soon, Maria was overseeing Robin the Junior, Layla the sophomore, and Rita
the freshman.  Mr.  James had never been happier or more satiated in his
life.



   Ch.  01 The Interview

   Stanford Phillip James VIII woke up on his favorite day of the year. 
Today was Freshman Orientation at his Alma Mater.  Hundreds of girls would
receive their Orientation package, with a help wanted ad.   -~His help
wanted ad -(TM) for a new personal assistant.  He lay in bed smiling,
wondering how long it would take to find, hire, and train his newest
personal assistant. After his usual morning routine, he went to the sun
porch off his private office for breakfast.  Cassie, his de facto senior
assistant, had put the final touches on his breakfast table.  She would
wear the Junior Assistant uniform until he hired a Freshman assistant. 
Then she would get promoted to senior Mr.  James sat down to eat, and
peruse the latest financial, and political news.  As he was reading the
Journal, Cassie, crawled under the table, fished out his cock and started
giving him a blow job.  It was one of the things Mr.  James required at
least one of his assistants to do every morning.  He smiled as she
swallowed his cock, delighting in the anticipation of the hiring process.
The shy awkwardness of the first call.  The nervous energy at the initial
interview.  The excitement when he explains the compensation package.  The
puppy-like eagerness to please him to get the job.  Then finally, selecting
the perfect girl, and teaching her what the job entailed. As Cassie started
to lick his balls, Amber, who was about to replace Cassie as his Junior
assistant, walked in.  She wore her uniform and carried some documents
needing his signature.  She set them down, far from anything that might
spill on them before she joined her coworker under the table.  They had
been working together for three years.  Mr.  James thought they were two of
the best assistants he -(TM)d had since Maria had hired Robin fifteen years
ago. Mr.  James put down his tablet and picked up the last strip of bacon.
He chewed it as he savored the oral ministrations of the two girls.  They
kept switching back, and forth, taking turns sucking cock, and balls. 
Sooner than he wanted, his cum burst out into Cassie's mouth.  He sighed in
pleasure as she milked him dry.  The girls crawled out from under the
table, and Mr.  James offered each of them a hand to help them up.  Once
they were on their feet, Mr.  James offered Cassie a breath mint, and she
popped it in her mouth.   -�That was a pleasant surprise!  You haven't
offered to take a load from me since April's graduation party, -� Mr. 
James told Cassie.  -�I wanted today to be special, so I did everything I
could to avoid taking a load.  This way you would appreciate it more. -�
She winked at her employer. He gave her a stern look for several seconds.
Amber stood off to the side wondering how Mr.  James was going to react. 
His mouth turned upwards into a small smile, and he wrapped his arms around
Cassie.   -�Well done, well done indeed!  Now go find out where Jeanie is,
and get her ass in here immediately.  Oh and double-check everything is
ready for today's interviews.  Amber -(TM)s already cleared my calendar for
the next three days.  Cassie kissed Mr.  James on his cheek and strutted
off to carry out his instructions.  Amber handed him the documents and
discussed how to handle them.  She pointed out the few that needed
signatures, then had him initial to confirm he -(TM)d signed them.  Mr. 
James kept glancing at his cell phone.  He had trouble concentrating, as he
wondered when the calls would start.  He licked his lips in anticipation.

   Mandy had had a rough summer.  She received acceptance letters to her
top three college choices.  After doing a lot of research, and talking with
current students, and alumnae, she made her choice.  She was going to
Northwestern.  She filled out scholarship forms, applied for grants, and
tried to get every dime of funding she could.  Every application was
DENIED! Even with student loans, she wouldn -(TM)t be able to afford
tuition, never mind room, and board. Her parents made decent money with
their construction business and had a nice nest egg.  They agreed to pay
her tuition, room, and board.  They paid the first two months fees, for
classes and housing.  Mandy still needed to earn pocket money and pay for
transportation. The day after the check cleared, her father was issued a
notice he was being sued.  A subcontractor used substandard materials which
caused a building to collapse.  Thirty-six people injured and two killed.
Her parents sold everything they owned to cover their legal expenses.  Days
before Mandy had to leave, the civil suit dismissed and the criminal
charges dropped.  It was too late for her father and his company.  His
reputation was beyond repair.  His employees left for other jobs.  He had
no money and no clients, and no prospects.  He took a job as a night
watchman making $10 an hour, and her mom went back into accounting making
decent money. Mandy decided to go to school and figure things out.  She had
a place to live, and the first tuition payment already cleared.  She could
start school, but if she didn -(TM)t find a job fast, she would be in
trouble.  She had spent much of her free time searching for unclaimed
grants, and other funding.  To her chagrin, most of the deadlines had
passed, and monies distributed.  After seventeen rejections, she decided to
talk with the school's financial aid staff.  With her birthday money, she
bought a bus ticket to Evanstown, Illinois.  With the change from the
ticket, she bought food for the two-day journey. After an uneventful trip,
she arrived in time to get some dinner, the first decent meal she had since
she left home.  After eating her fill at the all you can eat buffet, she
found her apartment and began to unpack. Not having a TV or any other form
of entertainment, she decided to walk around campus.  She wanted to
familiarize herself with her home for the next four years.  She stared in
hunger at every vending machine she came across.  "Too bad I only have
thirty-two cents to my name," she muttered in anger. The next morning, as
she ate, she looked around wondering if she would ever meet the strangers
around her.  As she swallowed the last mouthful of yogurt, Her cell phone
chimed.  She glanced at it and saw it was time to head over to Freshman
Orientation. Mandy walked over to the school's auditorium and checked in.
She took the pink envelope an upperclassman gave her, noticing the guys had
blue ones.  'Why color-coded by gender?' she wondered as she went inside to
take a seat.  Mandy realized she was early, and that only a dozen students
had arrived. Since it was going to take time to get the rest of the class
of 2018 checked in, she opened her envelope.  The top sheet was a standard
welcome form letter.  Next was a student handbook, and her class schedule.
She also found a phone list for assorted services, including restaurants
that delivered.  Amanda put all that into her backpack and pulled out the
last sheet of paper.  It looked like an advertisement, and she was about to
crumple it up when the words  -~Above Average Pay -(TM) caught her eye. 
She glanced at the ad: One Female Freshman needed.  Part-Time Job,
Full-Time pay.  Excellent benefits.  Must meet exacting standards of
deportment, fashion, intellect, manners, and availability.  Duties vary. 
Drug, and smoke-free a must. Contact Mr.  James for details (847) 867-5309.
'It looks too good to be true, but it's worth checking out, -(TM) Mandy
thought as she pulled out her phone, and dialed. Before it could ring, a
powerful male voice exploded from her earpiece,  -�Stanford James. -� "Oh!
Mr.  James ....  um, sorry, I didn't realize I would be speaking directly
to you sir, I thought maybe I would be speaking to your assistant...  um,
it's about the job..." Amanda mentally kicked herself for making such a
poor first impression.  She could do this...  so much rested on it. Mr. 
James leaned back in his office chair, and took a deep breath.  He loved
the insecurity of the first contact, the slight quiver of nervousness in
her voice.  It was a power trip for him, and he loved it.  He affected a
gruff surly demeanor, "Who do you think hires my personal assistant?  My
chauffeur?  Never mind, I don't have the time to waste like that.  Tell me
about yourself." "Er, of course, sir, my name is Amanda Jones, I'm 18, from
Florida.  I am starting at Northwestern this year... -� As she talked he
used the details to locate her social media accounts. One of the first
results was an Instagram account that matched the info she provided.  As
she rambled on, he accessed it, grateful it wasn -(TM)t private.  
-�...apply for the position. -� Mandy figured she haad recovered from her
earlier missteps.  She wondered if she impressed Mr.  James with the
academic and civic awards she'd earned.  Mr.  James wasn't even listening.
This part was filler.  Every girl that called had a similar spiel.  Every
single one could have read the same script.  Academic superstar in high
school.  Volunteered at the current pet charity of the woke class.  How
hard they would work for him with an anecdote that painted them in a
positive light.  and they all ended with a sob story about why they needed
the job. None of that mattered to him.  He let them talk so he had time to
peruse their social media accounts.  All he cared about at this stage was
what his eyes told him.  One look at her pics, especially the one of her in
that string bikini, and he knew she was the one he wanted.  It had been a
long time since he had one so...so adorable...so perfect.   -�Thank you,
Miss Jones, I have a few questions for you.  Are you over 18? -�  -�Yes, I
turned 18 in April. -�  -�Do you have a car? -�  -�No, I don -(TM)t.  I do
have a bike. -�  -�A motorcycle or bicycle? -�  -�Bicycle. -�  -�If you're
hired for this position, you must learn to be precise with your language.
In business, ambiguity can cost millions, as one of my former competitors
learned.  Do you have a driver's license? -�  -�I have a Class E operator
license.  Issued by the state of Florida, with no restrictions or
endorsements. -� She had great difficulty keeping the sarcastic tone out of
her voice.  -�Good girl.  You are a fast learner.  Do you have clothing
appropriate for an office environment? -� For some reason, she beamed at
his praise.  It sent a tingle through her body and put a smile on her face.
 -�I have some, but not much.  As soon as I get my first check, I can buy
more," she replied, worried that her wardrobe was about to cost her this
job.   -�Finally, Miss Jones, can you tell me the difference between a
shrimp fork and a salad fork? -� "A salad fork is smaller than a dinner
fork and used for salad.  Aa shrimp fork is small and placed on the right
for shellfish," she hoped that was good enough.  "My parents made sure to
teach me manners, I won't embarrass you," she responded as she thought of
her questions.   -�I have some questions.  The ad is light on details about
the job.  Can you tell me more about it? -� Mr.  James leaned back on his
chair and rested his feet on his desk after she asked that question.  He
had been wondering if she would ask about the job.  Anyone who didn't was
either too intimidated, or blase, either way, they didn -(TM)t get an
interview.  -�Of course you can ask, and I -(TM)ll even answer.  You will
work for me as one of four personal assistants.  You will start as the most
junior assistant, but if your work is satisfactory, you have a job until
you graduate.  Your duties will be to do anything I ask, or what Cassie,
Amber, or Jeanie tell you.  You need to be able to cook, clean, drive, and
above all else, be completely loyal, and trustworthy.  You will have access
to secrets of both a personal, and business nature.  Those secrets in the
wrong hands could ruin, not only me, but the lives of everyone who works
for me, and my suppliers. -� He took a deep breath, and continued,  -�For
this, you will be well-compensated.  There is also a generous benefits
package, room, and board, and access to all amenities.  Are you still
interested? -�  -�Very much so, -� Mandy said, trying but failing to
contain her excitement.  If she eliminated her rent, meal plan, and had a
car, she would only need to pay her tuition and books.  She figured the
salary would cover that, She hoped there would be a little to spare.  -�I
will have my car at the student union tomorrow at ten am, you will be gone
until late afternoon, does that work for you? -� Without even looking at
her schedule, Mandy responded,  -�I -(TM)ll be there. -�  -�Good!  I need
your full name, exact date of birth, and social security number so that I
can run a background check. -� Mandy recited the requested info, as she saw
other girls dial their phones, hang up, and dial again.  She smirked when
she realized that they were calling Mr.  James about the job.  Thinking it
might help, she told him,  -�There are a dozen girls trying to call you
right now.  They look frustrated. -� Mr.  James chuckled, impressed at her
observational skills.  He felt surprised that she was comfortable enough to
share not only the facts but her impression as well.  Deciding to test her,
he asked:  -�What makes you think they -(TM)re calling me? -�  -�There is
one three rows in front of me, she dials, listens, curses hangs up, and
tries again.  I -(TM)m pretty sure she -(TM)s getting your voicemail. -� He
licked his lips, almost certain that she -(TM)s the one.   -�Doubtless you
-(TM)re correct.  On average I get over a hundred calls each year, and only
about twenty get interviews.  I -(TM)ll send you a text message with
instructions.  Follow them as precisely as possible.  There may be other
candidates riding with you.  I look forward to meeting you tomorrow, -� and
the call ended.  Seconds later she got a series of text messages... Mr. 
James: 58315 East Camden Drive.  Hair: Modern conservative style, natural
color.  Makeup: Conservative colors, and natural looks.  Nails: manicured.
If polished conservative colors.  Clothes: Formal business attire.  Suits
with skirts preferred.  Hosiery is mandatory with skirts.  Shoes must
compliment the outfit in both color, and style.
Mandy read the message several times and thought about what she would
need to do.  She was a natural brunette, with gold highlights.  She wore
her hair in a shoulder-length bob.  She didn -(TM)t much like makeup but on
occasion used some lip gloss or blush to accent her natural beauty.  Her

nails were trim, and not polished.  So that was all kosher.  'The wardrobe
might be a problem,' she thought.  Then she remembered her mom bought her a
business suit at a thrift store, just in case.  It was a few years old but
a classic style so it should be okay.  It was a mid-thigh grey fitted
skirt, and matching short jacket with a pale pink blouse.  She also had
several hold-up stockings in several colors.  She even had a pair of
open-toe wedges that matched. She figured she needed to iron the clothes,
and she didn -(TM)t want to wait until the last minute.  She left
orientation and headed back to her apartment.  As she dashed past a pretty
black girl, she heard her say,  -�A shrimp fork is..., -� Mandy laughed, so
she was unable to hear anymore. ( ¥ ) ( ¥ ) ( ¥ ) After fielding dozens
of phone calls, he had scheduled three appointments for tomorrow.  For some
reason, he was much harder on the candidates this year than normal.  Every
time he started to ask his questions, he saw the picture of Mandy on his
screen.  No other candidate was even close to her in looks or attitude.
Pressing a buzzer on his desk he signaled his current assistants to come
into his office.  First, he gave Jeanie a hard stare,  -�Why were you late
this morning? -� "My plane had a mechanical failure, and made an emergency
landing." She knew better than to apologize. "You're traveling to close a
time-sensitive, multimillion-dollar deal.  Your plane breaks down.  How
would you explain to your shareholders why they lost millions in revenue.
Would any excuse stop them from removing you as CEO?  What lesson did you
learn?" "Not to travel at the last minute, and to always have a backup
plan," Jeanie said, looking down at the floor. "Good my pet.  Now I will
think over your punishment, and make it part of the screening process
tomorrow.  Go to your room, and think over how disappointed I was." "Yes
sir." She stood up, kissed his cheek, and left the room. Once Jeanie had
left, he handed Cassie a sheet of paper.   -�These are the three interviews
I -(TM)ve set up for tomorrow.  Go check their permanent records. -� Cassie
nodded, took the slip of paper and left on her mission.  -�Amber I need you
to call Burt Macklin, give him the info on these three, and have him send
the reports to my email. -� Mr.  James knew that the retired FBI agent
would find out everything about them. It had been a long day, and Mr. 
James wanted to go to bed.  He debated calling Jeanie to his bedroom, but
he didn't want to feel relaxed and happy tomorrow.  That might make him go
easy tomorrow.  He -(TM)d made that mistake a few years ago, and it had
cost him.  He went to bed and dreamt of the pretty Mandy in that oh so sexy
bikini. ( ¥ ) ( ¥ ) ( ¥ ) After she finished ironing her suit, Mandy
went to dinner.  While she was getting her meal, she overheard some girls
talking about a rude obnoxious guy.  She smirked when she heard  -�Fuck
Stanford James, the asshole. -�  -~Guess they didn -(TM)t get an interview,
-(TM) she thought to herself. After dinner, she called her parents to
check-in.  She told them she had a job interview in the morning, but she
was one of at least twenty under consideration.  Her parents were grateful
she was already finding employment opportunities.  They had enough cash
flow issues.  If Mandy could pay for her school that was one less thing to
worry about. Mandy took a shower and gave herself the full treatment.  She
exfoliated, shaved, plucked, and all the things that women do to themselves
to look their best.  She went straight to bed but didn't fall asleep for
ages.  Her alarm woke her for breakfast, she brushed her hair and put on a
sweatsuit before she headed to the dining hall. After breakfast, Mandy
watched interview technique videos until she had to get ready.  She dressed
and headed over to the Student Union, hoping no one would be riding with
her.  She was there, ten minutes early, and saw a silver Town Car at the
curb.  There was a handsome man, about a decade older than Mandy, was
holding a sign that said  -~Mandy, Isis, & Sara -(TM).  -�I -(TM)m Mandy,
-� she told the driver.  He opened the door, and she got into the backseat.
The partition was up discouraging any conversation.  A few minutes later,
the pretty black girl Mandy saw yesterday joined her.  "Hi, I'm Isis," she
said as she offered her hand.  "How are you Isis, I'm Mandy," she replied
as they shook hands.  The driver got in and drove away.  As the car pulled
away, a girl wearing a business suit started running and yelling at the
car. Mandy knocked on the partition, and it opened.  "Is that...," "She was
late," and the partition rose again. Mandy followed their route on a map on
her phone to make sure that they were going to the right place.  Isis sat
there in silence sending text messages non stop.  Mandy was happy when they
pulled up to the house she had seen on Google Earth when she -(TM)d checked
the address.  The car stopped under the portico, and the door opened. 
Mandy and Isis got out and looked around.   -�Thank you, -� Mandy called to
the driver as he got back into the car, and drove out of sight.  Isis
ignored the chauffer and sent another message.  Mandy walked up to the
front door, rang the bell, and waited, gave herself a once over.  The front
door opened, and the girl who -(TM)d opened it was wearing a gray business
suit almost identical to Mandy's.  Mandy noticed it was a designer label
and not made of polyester.  She felt a bit ashamed of how poor she was. 
Before she could say anything, the girl who opened the door spoke. "Hi, I'm
Cassie.  Mr.  James Senior assistant.  You must be Mandy, and you're Isis.
Relax ladies, three years ago I was standing right where you are, nervous,
and scared.  It turned out to be the best job I've ever had." "Yes, I'm
Mandy, Mandy Jones, nice to meet you, Cassie." Cassie smiled at Mandy, then
at Isis.  Her eyes narrowed as she saw Isis continued to stare at her
phone. She glanced back and gave a small shake of her head.  "Well, I hope
I get the job then!  I need it!" she said, giving away any possible
negotiating advantage she might have had.  "I have my resume here .." she
said, offering it to Cassie. "Hold on to it.  If Mr.  James wants it he'll
ask for it." "Ladies, this is a demanding job, but it has some great
rewards!  I haven't started Senior year, and I have a job offer from a
multinational, firm for an executive director job.  My major is art
history, not business.  The contacts you -(TM)ll make, and the people you
-(TM)ll meet are the creme de la creme of their profession." Cassie grabbed
Mandy -(TM)s hand and pulled her into the house.  "Isis, have a seat and
someone will be with you shortly," Cassie said as she shut the door. 
Without letting go, she led Mandy through a dark hall filled with medieval
antiques.  The only light came from faux torches along the walls. "Yes, of
course," she replied, while she maintained some dignity.  It wasn't easy to
be professional, as she got pulled through the dark hallway. "Mr.  James
had an ancestor who was a Grand Master of the Knights Templar.  He -(TM)s
fascinated by their history and legends." Cassie told her as they reached a
set of massive oaken doors. Cassie knocked on the right door and opened it
a crack.  "Mandy -(TM)s here sir," she called into the room, before opening
the door, and gesturing for Mandy to enter.  As she walked in, Cassie
called out, "Good luck, -� before closing the door. From what she could see
the office looked like a ren-fest storage unit.  Swords and shields
decorated the walls.  There were weapons, banners, and other objects she
couldn -(TM)t identify.  Mandy saw an older distinguished-looking man in a
navy blue, pinstriped, three-piece suit.  He remained seated in his
personal throne, and it wasn -(TM)t white, or porcelain.  As Mandy watched,
Mr.  James spoke into an old cell phone.  His hair was short like a Marine,
high, and tight, and had started to go salt and pepper.  He had a full
mustache and trimmed goatee.  She stepped closer to his desk, and heard, 
-�Tell me the difference between a shrimp fork, and a salad fork." He
listened for a few seconds then said, I am sorry Miss Hayden, but this job
is not right for you.  I do wish you luck in your job search.  Have a nice
day." He disconnected the call, and almost immediately it started ringing.
Mr.  James held the power button, and the phone shut off.  Walking around
his desk, he extended his hand,  -�You must be Mandy, I -(TM)m Stanford
James.  It -(TM)s a pleasure to meet you. -� "It's a pleasure to meet you,
Mr.  James," Mandy said taking his hand.  He loved how soft, and warm her
hands were, and he let himself imagine, just for a moment that he was
touching her breasts.  He had to remind himself, not yet, not yet.  He
couldn't wait to have her tied to his desk and use her body.  But first, he
had to make sure she would be willing.   -�Let -(TM)s go out onto the
patio. It -(TM)s a bit less stuffy, and intimidating out there.  Would you
like something to drink or a bite to eat.?" Mandy looked over Mr.  James
and found him to be handsome, and well dressed.  She was glad he realized
his office might be a little overwhelming. Without waiting for an answer he
picked up a landline.  "Cassie bring a platter and pitcher of something to
the patio, and join us after you do that thing." "Right away Sir." Mr. 
James led Kristen to the patio and signaled her to sit at the glass top
table.  The patio was like something from a Country Club brochure.  The
view was incredible, with a wide view of the town below, and the river
beyond.  The dorms and towers of the campus were visible over the trees
across the river. "Before we begin, let me tell you how this will go. 
First, you -(TM)ll tell me about yourself.  Then I -(TM)ll ask some
questions based on our conversation.  Then we'll review your background
check.  Based on our conversation at that point, one of two things will
happen.  Either Cassie will escort you to the door, and you return to
campus.  Or I start to ask the third set of questions, to get to know my
newest assistant.  Do you have any questions? -� Mandy took a deep breath,
-�I do.  But, I have a feeling you -(TM)ll answer them as you interview me,
and I know, that you don't have the time to waste like that. -� She
parroted his words from their first conversation.  Mr.  James smiled, and
nodded,  -�Good Miss Jones, you -(TM)ve learned that lesson as well. 
Impressive. -� Cassie walked onto the patio carrying a platter loaded with
finger foods.  A second girl followed her, dressed in the same business
suit, in black.  She had two pitchers, one lemonade, one iced tea in her
hands.  A third girl, in a dark maroon version of the suit, carried several
glasses.  The food and drinks were set on the table, and the other three
girls pulled up chairs, joining the interview.   -�You already met Cassie,
Amber is in the black suit and Jeanie in the Maroon.  Ladies this is Mandy
Jones. -� All three girls smiled at her, and Cassie gave her a thumbs up.
She nodded in greeting to Cassie.  "Mandy, this is Amber, and Jeanie,"
Cassie said indicating which girl was which.  It was clear to Mandy that if
she got the job, she would be the junior assistant.  Then, to give herself
a little time to gather her thoughts, she crossed her left leg over her
right.  Which made her skirt rise up her thigh and revealed her stocking
tops.  "So young lady.  Tell me about yourself.  Where you grew up, what
your family was like.  Summarize your life story for me." His eyes bored
into hers.  He noticed the hint of naked thigh above the stocking and
licked his lips. Jeanie began to pour drinks for everyone,  -�What -(TM)ll
it be Mandy, Tea or Lemonade? -�  -�Lemonade please,'' she responded, then
looked back to Mr.  James. "Well," she began, "I graduated from Barton High
School in May.  I was on the swim team, and the cheer squad, which might
explain why I like to exercise.  I had a boyfriend for a few months,
nothing serious.  Once he left for college he stopped contacting me, so I
guess I -(TM)m single.  I worked as a lifeguard at a community pool.  I
plan on majoring in journalism, with a minor in either communications or
marketing.  I have two siblings, and a dog at home.  I haven -(TM)t met
anyone at school yet, so I -(TM)m scared and alone.  My parents had a
business setback and are unable to help pay for my schooling so I need a
job..." She thought about how her family had gone from living in a
five-bedroom 3 bath home to a double-wide trailer.   -�...I guess I -(TM)m
an average Florida girl, -� she shrugged her shoulders. All through her
monologue, she crossed and uncrossed her legs.  Each time the skirt hem
rode higher showing Mr.  James more of her firm pale thigh. He smiled as he
watched her hem slide higher, and higher, wondering if this is a ploy by
the young woman.  Using her sex appeal to get him to hire her.  He chuckled
to himself.  If she only knew.  After he listened to the abridged version
of her biography, he pulled out a sheet of paper from a folder. "Amanda
Genevieve Jones.  Age 18, born 12:03 am April 2, 1995.  Graduated Barton
high with a 3.89 GPA, 5'4" 116 pounds, size 2 woman, size 5 shoe.  You won
63.2% of your swim meets, senior year.  You worked at Whitestone Pools for
two years, where you earned $19,289.14.  You rescued 3 people, and
performed CPR once, saving 8-year-old Grace Maries' life.  Every year on
August 11th her parents send you a gift basket.  Mother Marcia Jan Jones
n�(C)e Bradley, a senior accountant at Richmond wholesale foods.  Father
Preston William Jones, former contractor, currently an Armored Truck Guard
for Wells Fargo.  Sister Kelli Marie Jones age 16.  Brother Robert Ward
Jones age 12.  And a four-year-old beagle named Roy Brown. -� Mandy sat
there in shock at the amount of personal detail Mr.  James had discovered
about her and her family.  It was creepy!  She wondered if she needed this
job bad enough to accept his invasion of her privacy.  She forced herself
to be courteous, but she felt outraged.  Mr.  James looked at her smiling,
-�I like that you named Snoopy's cousin after the man who shot down the Red
Baron.  That -(TM)s like the ultimate in geek trivia, with pop culture
thrown in. -� Mandy chuckled,  -�Dads a history geek, and loves Peanuts. 
It was his idea. -� Mr.  James looks back down at the paper,  -�Dated Mark
Paul Hoster for 5 months 3 weeks until he met one, Lucy Temple. -� Mr. 
James paused and sipped his Iced Tea, "I -(TM)m sorry you had to find out
this way, -� with genuine sorrow in his eyes.  Cassie reached out and
patted her arm.  Jeanie and Amber looked on in silent commiseration.  Mr.
James said,  -�He's a real jerk for treating you that way.  You deserve so
much better than some loser like that." Mr.  James handed her a tissue, and
asked,  -�Do you need a moment, or to use the bathroom? -� "It's okay," she
said.  She sputtered mentally for a moment, and then returned to the
present.  "You've done your research," she said.  "May I ask why?" She
wondered if she still wanted the job.  She felt creeped out that he
identified her brother and sister.  This did not seem like a typical job. 
-�I -(TM)m sorry about this.  I have some sensitive government contracts,
and they run a deep background check.  I hired a retired FBI
counterintelligence agent to run the same checks for me."  -�That makes
sense, -� Mandy admitted, relieved that he wasn -(TM)t a creeper.  She
poured herself some lemonade, then didn't drink it.  She was too nervous to
risk her hand shaking it out of the glass if she -(TM)d picked it up.  Her
hands fell to her lap, while she waited to hear more, too anxious to speak
further at the moment. He looked at her, reading the anxiety in her eyes,
but impressed at how well she hid it.  She sat there composed, and the way
the light was hitting her, she seemed to be glowing.  Mr.  James envisioned
her naked in his pool as he watched from the balcony.   -�Are you planning
on participating in any extracurricular activities? -� "Extracurricular? 
Do you mean like sports?  or whatever?  I don't have anything that will
stop me from working the hours you need...  but studying will be
important..., I think..., no, I know I can be available for you whenever
you need. -� Mandy said as she met his eyes.  "The four of you will share
the job, so you -(TM)ll each have time for your studies. -� Mr.  James
looked her in the eyes while he poured a glass of lemonade.  He loved this
part.  He was the spider, she was a fly.  She was already trapped in his
web, she hadn't realized it...yet. "Before I tell you about the job, I'm
gonna tell you the situation you're facing.  You're an 18-year-old
freshman. No place that serves booze will hire you.  That leaves fast food
joints, supermarkets, mall kiosks, call centers, or big box stores.  First,
they rehire returning seniors and juniors who worked for them last year. 
Then sophomores who were lucky enough to get a job as a freshman.  Any jobs
left at that point go to athletes, and scholarship kids.  By the time you
get a job, it'll be time for Christmas Break. -� He poured himself another
lemonade and took a big sip.  -�So now you have to choose, Stay here for
Christmas break, making $9 an hour.  Or go see your family, and have no job
when school starts again."  -�Or you can come to work for me.  Your duties
range from picking up dry cleaning to escorting me to social functions. 
You will travel the world.  Everyone of these ladies has been on every
continent, including Antarctica. -� Mr.  James bit into a pretzel chewed
and swallowed.  "Your compensation package is a three-room suite bedroom,
office, and sitting room.  All meals, full use of all amenities.  A
mid-size sedan for your personal, and business use.  An iPhone, an AmEx
card to pay all school, and work expenses, including clothing.  You will
also get a monthly stipend of $1,000 to buy anything else your heart
desires." Mr.  James looked at his current assistants.  They had been
examining Mandy from head to toe and taking copious notes.   -�Ladies, what
do you think? -� She'd been aware of the other girl's scrutiny.  She
understood part of the interview process was to see if she would work well
with them.  The actual job didn't sound too difficult.  She hoped that Mr.
James would like her as much as he liked the other girls.  Mandy already
had a massive girl crush on Cassie and felt drawn to Amber as well.  She
had trouble getting a read on Jeanie.  She had been quiet, and serious like
she had something on her mind.  "We need to hear from her about what she
thinks of the job so far, then we can tell her the rest, -� Amber said. Mr.
James turned to Mandy.  "Well, young lady.  What do you think so far?"
"I'll do it, I'll take it, I'll do whatever you ask.  It's more than
generous, and I need it.  Yes, I accept, -� Mandy gushed, eager to get an
agreement from him before he changed his mind. "She's a bit of an eager
beaver," Amber chimed in, as Mr.  James, and his assistants started
laughing at her reaction.  She was far from the first girl to react that
way, and wouldn -(TM)t be the last.  But it -(TM)s different when you have
the job and are watching someone else react. When their laughter subsided,
Mr.  James looked at Cassie, "What do you think so far, Cassie?" "Well, her
panties are cute," Cassie deadpans as the other girls start to giggle. The
corners of Mr.  James's mouth curve up in a slight smile.  "Yes, and her
legs aren't bad either.  But what about hiring her?" Mandy blushed when
Cassie commented on her panties.  Then when Mr.  James commented on her
legs, she was both horrified and flattered.  She hadn -(TM)t realized that
her skirt had ridden up so far.  She tried to lower it, but the way she was
sitting on it, prevented her from moving it to a more modest position. 
"Miss Jones, there are a few things about this job that make it ...unique.
There is a uniform, of sorts, and some special tasks.  Cassie, you know
what to do. -� Mr.  James stood up, and left, leaving the four girls alone.
Cassie stood up,  -�Alrighty bitches it -(TM)s time. -� She took Mandy
-(TM)s hand and led her into a nearby mudroom.  There were four tote bags
in the room.  Three had a name on them the fourth was blank.  The three
women stripped out of their clothes and rolled everything up.  Once all
three of them had removed all their clothes, Cassie said, "Your turn Mandy.
Strip, or use that door over there." Cassie pointed to a door leading to
the driveway.  "If you choose to leave, you don -(TM)t get the job." "So if
I stay, and put on the uniform, I have the job?" She wasn't sure if staying
meant she had it, but she knew that leaving meant she didn't.  Unfastening
her jacket she folded it, then unhooked her tight short grey skirt, sliding
it off.  Her blouse didn't quite meet her ivory panties, and her flat tummy
glowed in contrast to the white, and ivory.  She slipped off her blouse,
and only hesitated a moment before she unhooked her bra, and slid it off
forwards.  Holding it in her right hand, she slid down her panties, aware
of the contrast her trimmed bush and her pale skin.  The lingerie joined
the rest of her clothing.  Finally, she rolled the hold-up stockings down
the length of her legs and draped them with the rest.  Mandy waited to see
what the uniform would be, surprised that no one had started dressing.
Cassie looked at her and smiled.  "You won't have the job until he hands
you the AmEx card.  But, the only time a girl got this far and didn't get
the job was because she refused to strip. -� Amber took a wad of material
out of the tote with Cassie's name on it.  They both helped Cassie dress in
a black garter belt with red trim, matching stockings, and shoes.  "This is
the Senior assistants uniform around the house, -� she told Mandy.  "It's
pretty," Mandy said, looking around for the rest.  It took a few seconds
for her to conclude that there wasn't anymore.  Mandy blushed a bright red,
as she experienced a sick but fascinated dread.  She needed that Amex card
for her education!  But, it -(TM)s more than a bikini would show, even a
tiny one.  But, he paid well, very well, so if he wanted her to walk around
in sexy underwear so be it.  Mandy steeled herself, wondering if the
uniform got smaller the more senior you were.  At least they were in a
private house, no one else would see them like this.  Yes, she could do
this.  She was positive. Jeanie opened the bag with Amber's name on it,
pulling out some lingerie.  Cassie and Jeanie helped Amber into a red
corset with black trim.  It wrapped around her waist without covering her
breasts.  It hung down to her belly button so her ass and mons were
visible. She also had matching heels.  Once Amber was  -~dressed -(TM),
Jeanie grinned.  "For the first time, I get to wear something," Jeanie
said. She walked over to the tote with her name on it and pulled out a
bunch of straps.  She began to warp herself in them with her friend's help.
Once Jeanie had it on, it ran all around her body, and covered almost
nothing, and was the sexiest of the three outfits.  -�Are you ready to see
your uniform? -� Cassie asked as the other two girls smirked.  Something
about the deliberate flaunting of their nudity was worse than being nude.
The clothes emphasized the nakedness of each girl.  Mandy was aghast at the
thought of what her uniform might be.  But, it was her uniform, and there
was, some tiny part of her that was proud it was hers.  A flicker of
defiant acceptance crossed her face as she replied, "Yes Cassie, I -(TM)m
ready." Cassie pulled a box out of the unnamed tote and handed it to Mandy.
"Everything you're going to wear in this house for the next year is in that
box.  No additions or subtractions." The box was quite big, and all sorts
of images of dresses, and costumes flicked through her mind.  She took the
box and felt its weight.  She looked at the spiderweb of straps Jeanie was
wearing and considered it might be bondage wear.  The faces of the three
girls were a sight to behold.  It was difficult to read exactly what each
was thinking, but they seemed eager to see her reaction.   -�Go ahead, and
open it, -� Cassie told her. Placing the box down, and lifting the lid,
Mandy saw ...boots!  Black boots!  Shiny black boots!  Open-sided lace-up,
rather sexy shiny black boots!  "Fuck!  They're gorgeous," she muttered,
forgetting for the moment the bit about them being the total of her
clothing for the next year when in the house.  She lifted the first boot
from the box, and felt it, looked at it.  Looking at Jeanie, who'd had to
wear the for the last year, she added, "But they are fucking sexy boots,
aren't they?" grinning, enjoying the moment. "They should be your size. 
Mr. James is very thorough about things like that," Cassie told her. "I
wore them all last year, you'll get used to it faster than you expect. 
Besides, it saves time, and money on laundry." Jeanie told her, "And pretty
comfortable too.  Not quite like sandals, but not as bad as heels usually
are." Jeanie told her, getting on her knees to help her put them on. 
"Hurry up ladies we still have one last thing we have to show Mandy before
she gets the job," Cassie told them. Mandy looked up at Cassie as she said
that, but she wasn't too concerned.  Jeanie helped her put on the sexiest
fucking boots ever, as Mandy guessed that Mr.  James liked nude girls. Once
Mandy had her boots on, Cassie led a parade of naked female flesh through
the house, and down to the basement.  The march through the house amused
Mandy, but also made her feel oh so sexy.  Cassie Stopped before a large
iron door that looks like it came off a medieval castle.  Cassie looked at
Mandy.  "This is the final hurdle.  Feel free to leave anytime.  All you
have to do is tell any of us that isn't tied up...," The other two giggled,
"...and one of us will take you to your clothes, and you can leave.  If you
stay and do as you're told, you -(TM)ll get the job."  -~Tied up, -(TM)
Mandy giggled,  -~What a sexy way to describe working, -(TM) she thought.
Cassie pounded her hand on the door, and the sound echoed on the far side.
When the echoes died, Mr.  James's voice deep, and foreboding comes from
the other side "Who goes there?" Cassie responded, "You're humble, and
loyal servants wish entry Master.  We bring the prospect, to do your will,
and satisfy your desires." Cassie winked at Mandy. Cassie's reply was a bit
dramatic but fun.  It seemed they all had a good sense of humor.  The
dungeon aesthetic, Cassie's ritualistic response, and the nudity made Mandy
feel deliciously sexy.  She was eager to join this team, and not only for
the money.  The job was almost hers, one more hurdle, whatever it was. The
door creaked open, "Follow us, and do what we do", Jeanie whispered, as the
door opened to expose what was beyond.  The walls were of gray stone, and
from the temperature, and acoustics, it was not a facade.  The only lights
were actual, honest to god flaming torches.  There was one every few feet
along all the walls.  Overhead there was a large wooden chandelier with 200
candles, all burning bright.  The effect was like something out of Game of
Thrones. The central fixture was a raised dais with an oversized ornate
gold throne shaped like a dragon.  Mr.  James sat on the throne and looked
like he was some medieval lord.  He was wearing black swashbuckler boots,
pantaloons, and a sleeveless tunic.  the tunic had an elaborate, and
colorful pattern on the chest.  To Mandy, he didn't look like a man in a
costume.  He looked as if he belonged on that throne.  Cassie nudged Mandy
to walk forward.  When they reached the foot of the Dias, Cassie, Amber,
and Jeanie all dropped to their knees.  Their legs spread open, and their
arms crossed behind their backs.  Mandy thought the least ridiculous part
of this surreal experience was the skimpy lingerie that didn -(TM)t hide
any assets or frontsets. Distracted by everything, Mandy didn't follow
Jeanie's instructions and failed to kneel.  The dungeon was beyond her
comprehension.  She was in sensory overload.  While waiting for
instructions, she scanned the room, seeing odd, uncomfortable-looking
furniture.  There were two large wooden X's, several frames with complex
pulley systems.  A couple of clear boxes that resembled aquariums.  There
were stocks, pillories, and other pieces she couldn't name or describe. "As
you instructed master, we have brought the prospect attired, as you
commanded.  She is here to witness the punishment of the one who defied
you," Cassie intoned.  -~Wait!  What? -(TM) Mandy thought when it
registered that Cassie had mentioned the prospect.  And what was that about
punishment?   -~I -(TM)d better pay attention, -(TM) she tore her eyes away
from the room and focused on Mr.  James.  "Very well.  We shall make use of
the St.  Andrews cross.  Secure the one in need of chastisement." Mandy's,
eyes grew wide as Cassie, and Jeanie went to the wood X.  Cassie secured
Jeanie -(TM)s wrists, and ankles.  Then she picked up an object and forced
it between Jeanie and the X.  The object made her buttocks stick out.  Once
she in position, Cassie turned and bowed to Mr.  James. "Paddle her," he
commanded. Cassie walked to a storage box designed to blend into the room
and opened it.  Inside were many items, some of which Mandy knew, some she
didn't.  There were whips, riding crops, and more exotic, objects.  Cassie
took out something that looked like a ping pong paddle and returned to
Jeanie.  She drew her arm back and held her position.  Mandy -(TM)s eyes
grew wide as she realized that Jeanie was about to get spanked. "Come sit
on my lap," Mr.  James said to Amber and Mandy, as Cassie waited for the
command to begin.  -~He's talking to me, -(TM) Mandy thought, feeling
self-conscious about her nudity.  She followed Amber up the steps to the
throne and sat on Mr.  James's left thigh.  Amber straddled his right leg.
Once they sat, the dias rotated until it was facing the two women and the
X. "Begin," Mr.  James commanded.  Cassie's arm flew forward striking
Jeanie on her buttocks.  "One" Jeanie called out as Cassie drew back, and
struck her again.  "Two," she said as tears came to her eyes.  Her ass was
starting to redden as Cassie continued to deliver hard blows.  Jeanie
continued to count each one, her voice cracking as she fought back her
sobs. Mr.  James smiled and rested a hand on Mandy's bare thigh. 
Whispering in her ear, "I do not do this to be cruel.  Jeanie failed in one
of her duties yesterday morning.  Now she is being corrected for that
failure." As he gently caressed her thigh. Amber purred as Mr.  James
started to rub her clit.  "Do you like watching this, Miss Jones?  Is it
making your pretty little pussy wet?" He continued whispering in her ear
watching the ongoing punishment of Jeanie.  Mandy couldn't take her eyes
off the paddling, but felt sorry for Jeanie, she could see the girl was
suffering.  "Um, Sir, I feel sorry for Jeanie.  I can't help thinking what
it would be like to be there, getting paddled like that...," her voice
trailed away.  Like most people, she didn't like pain.  But, there was
something about the humiliation of getting spanked in front of people.  It
was doing things to her, nice things, things she enjoyed.  "I'm feeling...
kind of...  hot...  it's all ...  so...so sensual Mr.  James," was the best
she could come up with. "18," Jeanie said her voice hoarse. Mr.  James let
his hand slide higher on her leg.  "How would you react if I told you I
wanted you to suck my dick while Amber licked your cunt?" he asked as his
hand ever so lightly grazed her outer lips. "Wow, ok...," trying to buy
time, remembering that this was the final hurdle.  If she passed this test,
the job was hers.  "Um, I'd assume you had a good reason to say that Sir,"
she replied, with more confidence than she felt. His hand grazed her pussy
and tickled her clit.  "I said it because I want you to suck my dick while
Amber eats your cunt, -� he said enunciating every word.   -�This is part
of the job my dear." "25," Jeanie said, through her sobs. He slipped the
tip of a finger inside her.  "If you are not willing to be my sex toy, as
well as my assistant for the next four years, then Amber will escort you
out.  If you want this job, take my hard cock out, and wrap your pretty
little mouth around it." Amber looked at her, raised her eyebrows, and gave
her a slight smile, and nod encouraging her to do it.  "28," Jeanie said,
her words almost unintelligible as Cassie continued to rain blows on her
ass.  "So that -(TM)s it?  nothing else?  I agree, and I'm in?" Mandy
asked,  -�No more surprises. -� It wasn't like she'd never given a blow job
before, and he was hot for a guy more than twice her age.  With Amber's
encouragement, she undid his pants and freed his swollen cock out.  She
leaned in ready to slip his big rod between her lips, looking up at him for
confirmation that she had the job.  "To be clear, this will not be only one
blow job.  It will be oral, vaginal, or anal sex.  You will allow me, my
other assistants, and a few select others access to your body at all times.
Refusing is cause for termination.  There will be times you will be in
Jeanie's position, or on one of the apparatuses for my amusement." "50"
Jeanie wailed, and Cassie stopped. "Put her in the pillory, then come up
here," he said to Cassie. Cassie carried out his instructions and hurried
to join her master at his throne.  She knelt before him and awaited further
instruction. "So Miss Jones are you going to accept these terms?  Or are
you going to leave?" Cassie implored her with her eyes to do as he asked.
Amber was nodding trying to encourage her.  Even Jeanie through her tears
seemed to be telling her to do it. It was worse than she'd expected...  it
was like she was his whore, to give to anyone!  She didn't see any other
choice.  She'd be a prostitute.  She leaned down, and sucked his penis into
her mouth, looking up into his eyes, a yes written in them.  Cassie and
Amber applauded for her when she took his cock into her mouth.  He pulled
her off him and kissed her on her forehead. He pulled an envelope out of
his pocket and handed it to her.  "Cassie will go over the details with
you. You and the others are free to stay and watch or to show Mandy her
room." He stood up and walked over to where Jeanie stood tears falling from
her eyes.  Mr.  James thrust himself into her and began to pull her hair as
he roughly fucked her swollen ass. "So do you want to watch this or see
your room now?" Cassie asked as Amber hugged her.  Mandy returned Amber's
hug.  "I'll stay and help Jeanie when he's done," Amber said, releasing her
new coworker from her embrace.  "How about we all meet in Jeanie -(TM)s
room in an hour to have lunch, and tell Mandy about what the hell she
-(TM)s gotten herself into." Cassie nodded, "So Mandy up to you?" Mandy was
part of the team,  -~Get used to being a whore, -(TM) she told herself. 
'If I'm a whore, I'll be the best, classiest, whore there ever was. "I'd
like to stay, and watch Master fuck Jeanie, so I can learn what to expect!
I'm sure Amber could use help when he's done." She glanced over to see her
Master punishing poor Jeanie's ass.  Mandy felt a little sick, she'd never
even thought about anal before.  She wondered how long it would be before
Mr.  James claimed her brown cherry.  She made a mental note to ask the
girls to help prepare her for that eventuality. Cassie draped her arm
around Mandy.  "That master shit is only for certain occasions.  The whole
dog and pony show is only for parties, and when we're initiating a new
assistant.  Otherwise, it -(TM)s Mr.  James.  When you want something
special, a girlish 'please master' usually works." Cassie's arm felt nice
... "Oh cool, only I -(TM)ve never had my ass fucked.  I'm curious, and
well...I need to...  be ready for... -� she gestured at Mr.  James pounding
Jeanie's pud. Mr.  James grunted and rammed in one more time driving his
cock deep into Jeanie's ass.  As Jeanie screamed in protest, he sent
rockets of cum into her bowels.  When he fished, he kissed Jeanie on the
cheek and pulled his cock out of her cum coated bowels.  Amber immediately
went to his side and dropped to her knees.  She opened her mouth, took his
shaft into her mouth, and began cleaning it. "That's the worst part of the
job, one we do.  After he cums, one of us has to clean his dick no matter
what orifice it's been in," Cassie told Mandy. Once Amber finished cleaning
him, he fastened his pants, and walked out of the room, stopping to look at
Mandy.  He reached out, tweaked her nipple, and left without another word.
Amber stood up, "I'm gonna go brush my teeth, can you help Jeanie?" Cassie
nodded and went over to Jeanie.  She opened the pillory and helped Jeanie
stand up.  Leading her out the door, she called to Mandy, "Close the door,
and follow me. -�



   Ch 02 The Initiation

   Cassie and Amber expose Mandy to their world.

   She led Mandy back up the stairs, and into the west wing of the mansion.
They went through a door that led into a long hall with four doors.  Each
door had a name tag on it, Cassie, Amber, Jeanie, and the newest one,
Mandy. Stopping in front of Jeanie's door, Cassie waited for Mandy to open
it.  She helped Jeanie into the bedroom and helped her lay on her bed. 
Jeanie's eyes closed and she fell asleep.  Cassie caressed her on the head,
then led Mandy out of the bedroom.  She pulled the bedroom door closed. 
"Amber should be here in a minute, and we can get to know each other.  But
for now, you got any questions?" "Questions?  Wow!  I don't know, there's
so much to take in, I mean, where do I start?  Like what's the worst thing
I should prepare for, but I guess that's cleaning his dirty cock?  How
often does he need sex?  How does he like to get off?  Blow jobs?  Ass? 
Pussy?  Is it ever unexpected or is there a warning?  and what's this about
doing anyone anytime he wants?  Who else do we have to have sex with? 
Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining.  I want an idea of what to expect?
Or should I forget about it?  Oh never mind, I'll find out anyway.  I'm a
bit overwhelmed and euphoric." Mandy paused for a breath, as she realized
how true that was.  She was happy!  A spontaneous grin spread across her
face, and she gripped Cassie's hand.  "You know, I think I'm going to like
it here.  So what do we do to unwind?  I mean, I'll have work to do for Mr.
James, and do my schoolwork, but we all need to let go sometimes, right,
what's the normal thing?" Cassie started laughing, "Whoa girl slow your
roll.  Got all those answers." She put her hand on Mandy's knee.  "It's not
as bad as you think.  I feel the worst part is the physical punishments. 
But then again, I'm the first assistant who never got one.  Cleaning his
cock is gross, but you get used to it." Amber walked in and sat down on the
floor at Cassie's feet. "Sex isn't his big thing, he's into control.  He
likes being able to control everything you do.  Sex is one of the ways he
exercises his control." Amber lays her head on Cassie's thigh, and Cassie
starts to play with her hair. Amber chimed in "If you think Mr.  James is
hot, wait until you see some of his former assistants, and their husbands.
Not to mention Jacki -(TM)s sweet little thing of the week." Cassie nods in
agreement, "Yeah, that last one she brought.  The closet nudist she was
mentoring, she was pretty hot." Cassie agreed.   -�Besides former
assistants and their spouses, there are a few special business associates.
There is a list and you -(TM)ll get to know who they are, but Mr.  James
must give the okay beforehand.  They don't have free reign." "As for how
often, and such.  He's not picky as long as one or two of us has a hole
open, he'll stick it in.  There may or may not be any warning, but he is
pretty considerate, and always lubes himself before sticking it in. -�
Amber started speaking, "If one of us has a major project or test, the
others take on her duties so she can study.  One of us works every weekend,
and another stays on the property to lend a hand or hole if needed.  The
others are free to do whatever.  Oh, and he is a huge donor to the college.
So if you need extra time for an assignment, he -(TM)ll arrange it." Cassie
started speaking again, "Of course we're free to play around with each
other.  No sex with guys or other women, without his permission.  That's to
prevent STDs.  Trust me with all the sex you'll be getting, and watching,
you won't need more." Amber kissed Cassie's thigh then said, "There's lots
of recreational options here.  Sometimes he -(TM)ll tell us some thing
-(TM)s off-limits, but most of the time we -(TM)re free to use any of it
any time." Turning to Cassie she said, "I'm ravenous, how about we order
lunch?" "Good Idea," Cassie said, "I'll see if Jeanie is awake, and if she
is we can all eat with her." Cassie stood up and gently knocked on the
bedroom door.  Without waiting for a response she headed in closing the
door behind her.  Mandy and Amber sat there in silence, Mandy reviewing
everything she'd learned.  Several minutes passed and the door opened and
Cassie came out helping Jeanine walk to a chair.  She put down a cushion in
the shape of a doughnut and lowered herself gingerly until she sat on it.
"Did you have to hit me so hard Cassie?  Damn my ass hurts." "Well don't
fucking be late.  You know how he is on day one of a new school year,"
Cassie said to her. "Fuck Cassie, you never felt how much this hurts." "And
you know that if I had gone easy on you, he would have done it himself.  He
hits a lot harder than I do.  So chill the fuck out bitch or I won't rub
ice on your swollen ass later." Cassie told her. "Well since you were so
sweet, eat my cunt you skanky whore", she said as they all burst into
laughter. Once they all settled down again, Jeanie looked at Mandy.  "Well
Chiquita, let me tell you about spankings since it -(TM)s so fresh on
my..., -� she squirmed a bit,  -�mind.  First-year gets 25, second gets 50,
third 75, and fourth 100.  I had gotten used to 25, but 50 fuckin' hurt."
"That's why it increases each year.  He knows that you get used to them so,
after a year, you get more.  Besides after the first year, you know what's
expected, so you shouldn't get any." Cassie replied. "He doesn't spank you
for every mistake, he considers how you handled the mistake as well.  For
example, Jeanie knew she had to be here by breakfast yesterday.  She was
late because she failed to have a contingency plan.  If you make a mistake,
tell someone and we'll fix it.  It's when you try to cover shit up or do
something stupid that you end up with a swollen ass." Amber told Mandy.
Mandy was a bit shocked at the number of paddle strokes, she would do
anything she could to avoid getting those!  "I'm sorry you've had a shit
day." She said to Jeanie. Jeanie shrugged her shoulders and smiled.  I've
had worse, but fuck. I can't think of any right now." Everyone laughed at
her comment. Amber reached for a landline phone in the room, and dialed two
numbers, "Hey Jon it's Amber.  I need four burgers, with fries, and
chocolate shakes.  Send 'em to Jeanie's room.  Yeah, we got a new girl
Mandy.  You'll meet her later, but she is pretty hot, you'll like her. 
Thanks, hun." "What happened to Isis," Mandy asked.  She realized she
hadn't seen the pretty black woman since they arrived. "Her preoccupation
with her cell phone killed any chance she had.  Well that and how she
didn't thank Manny, the chauffeur.  As soon as you went in, I told her to
leave." "I can't believe how lucky I am.  Mr.  James told me that hundreds
of girls call, and out of them all, I got the job. -� "Yeah, hundreds call,
Like twenty get interviews.  This year, you were the first interview.  Now
Franklin, the butler, has to tell all the other applicants that the job was
filled." Cassie said.  -~Manny the chauffer, Franklin the butler, -(TM) she
thought in shock.  It hadn't occurred to her that there would be other
staff working in the mansion.  Pretty obvious if you thought about it.  She
had gotten used to the idea of only wearing her boots around the girls, and
Mr.  James.  Manny, Franklin, Jon, how big is the house staff she wondered.
She gulped as she mentally adjusted to this new information.  She felt
embarrassed knowing that a stranger would see her naked when lunch arrived.
"If these two skanks can keep their dick-suckers quiet, I'll walk you
through the shit in your packet." Cassie said glaring at Amber, and Jeanie
who stuck out their tongues at Cassie. Mandy picked up the large manilla
envelope and ripped it open.  She pulled out a sheaf of papers.  -�There
-(TM)s the usual new employee paperwork bullshit, Application, I9, W4,
Direct Deposit, life insurance beneficiaries, health insurance, 401K, and a
non-disclosure agreement.  Get them to me sometime tomorrow.  Next is a
check for 1,000 dollars.  That -(TM)s your first monthly stipend.  We all
pool that money into an investment account.  It's up to you if you want to
join up.  It has a better than average return. -� Mandy paid attention to
Cassie as she explained the contents of the envelope.  The forms would be
easy and could wait.  She liked the idea of starting an investment account,
it's not like she needed the cash now. Cassie stretched her arms up over
her head and arched her back.   -�Damn, my shoulders sore, -� as she moved
it in a circle to loosen the muscle.  -�Aww, poor baby.  Should I get some
ice for your swollen, bruised, shoulder? -� Jeanie asked her voice filled
with sarcasm.  -�Bitch you broke the rules, not me.  You deserved to be in
pain, I didn -(TM)t do shit. -� Amber, and Mandy laughed at the exchange. 
-�As I was saying before the anal slut opened her pie hole..., -� Cassie
said to Mandy.   -�That's the all-important AmEx card.  It pays for
everything you buy.  You can't buy the Mona Lisa, a house for your parents
or a pick up for your brother.  Use common sense.  School expenses,
clothes, furniture for your room, things like that.  If you're in doubt
call me, and ask.  If you lose it, call me immediately.  I can suspend the
account to give you time to find it or order a replacement." The envelope
started vibrating.  "That would be your iPhone.  It has all our numbers in
it as well as the people Mr.  James will tell you to call.  Some of the
names will look familiar.  Do not lose that phone.  Last year the
first-year girl did.  It was bad.  Mr.  James fired and blacklisted her. 
Last I heard she's flipping burgers in River City, IA. The last item is
important.  Almost as important as the phone.  It's a set of numbered keys.
Key one key is for the private entrance to this hallway.  Key two is for
your room.  Key three is for all other doors in the mansion.  Key four
starts all the cars we -(TM)re allowed to use without permission.  Key five
is for...Well...you'll learn about that one when you need to." She looked
at the phone as it vibrated, but didn't answer it since Cassie didn't seem
to expect her to.  Another secret, this one needs a key.  So far the
surprises have been pretty benign, and Cassie was so blase about it, it
couldn -(TM)t be too important.  The only thing she had to cope with was
being seen nude by the staff.  She colored as she thought about it! Cassie
picked up the phone, and read the text message aloud to all the girls, 
-~Welcome to your new home.  Get settled in today, tomorrow you start with
breakfast.  Cassie will explain.  SJ. -(TM) She handed the phone to Mandy,
"I'll explain later," as someone knocked on the door.  Amber opened it, and
a young, good looking man entered.  Mandy adjusted her position to hide her
exposed bits from this new person.  She twisted her head to see him.  
-~He's cute, -(TM) she thought as he walked into the room. "I guess Jon
couldn't wait to meet the new chick." Amber looked at Mandy "Come over
here, so our resident perv can get a good look at you for his spank bank."
"You want me to go over to you," she asked Amber, a little incredulous. 
The look on Amber's face told her to shut up and obey.  Getting up, she
scuttled over to her, still covering herself, and turning herself away from
him.  Her left arm covered her breasts, and her right hand was covering her
nether regions.  Her face was a bright red, showing how humiliated she
felt. "You might as well let him see everything.  He works here full time,
and he'll see it all anyway.  He ignores us, because he's seen so much of
us he -(TM)s bored.  You, you -(TM)re new, so..." Jeanie said, shifting her
weight to try, and get comfortable. Jon licked his lips as he stared at
Mandy, "Damn Amber was right, you are hot.  Hotter than these nasty ass
sluts anyway." Several pillows flew in his direction at his comment.  "And
you're the only cook I know that can screw up boiling water," Amber taunted
him. "Let him see everything?  You mean like...  pose for him?" blushing
deeper red, but feeling her nipples protrude.  The good-natured banter,
relaxed Mandy a little, but she still felt uncomfortable.  She had to make
herself drop her arm uncovering her tits for Jon to ogle.  She hoped in
vain that the flying pillows would distract him from her pert ripe breasts.
Jon leered at Mandy's body.  "Oh wow, you are hot, girl.  I look forward to
seeing more of you, a lot more. -� He pushed in a cart with the girl's
lunch on it.  "Hope you ladies like it." "About as much as that crap you
made us last night," Jeanie said. Jon flipped the bird as he left, closing
the door.  Amber distributed the burgers and shakes to the other girls. 
Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Amber started to eat.  Mandy accepted
the plate of food with a, "Thank you," and also sat cross-legged.  She
balanced her plate on her right knee. "Believe it or not, Jon's gay.  He
likes to get the first look at the new girls.  It's a good way to see how
they'll react to people checking them out.  That will happen a lot," Cassie
told her. "Hang on, what do you mean, 'that will happen a lot'?  I thought
it was Mr.  James, us and some staff ?" she asked, eating the most savory
burger she -(TM)d ever tasted. "Parties!  Just because there are other
people in the house the uniforms don't change." Cassie said, taking a bite
of her burger. "Oh shit!  I'd forgotten," Mandy replied.  She shuddered,
wondering how she'd cope with throngs of strangers looking at her, in boots
and a smile. Jeanie looked at Mandy and noticed she looked aghast at the
thought.  "Don -(TM)t worry hun, it's look but don't touch.  Anyone who
does, well Mr.  James makes an example of them."  -�It's only happened once
since I started.  Most of the people are professionals, and treat us pretty
well, -� Cassie said as she finished her lunch. Mandy ate the last of her
lunch in silence and thought about how her life was about to change.  She
studied her coworkers, Amber, on the floor, Jeanie, on her cushion, and the
beautiful Cassie.  Mandy was in awe of their casual, easygoing, fun-loving,
rapport. Once they all finished, Amber said, "So let's get changed, and go
shopping for the shit Mandy needs.  Your clothes should be in your room,
get dressed, and meet here in a bit," she told Mandy. As Cassie was walking
to the door, she called out, "Before I forget, there -(TM)s a pocket on
side of your boots.  This way you can carry your phone and other items
while working." Amber and Cassie left to put on street clothes.  Jeanie
looked at Mandy "Sorry I can't go with you hun, the spirit is willing but
the ass is beat." She giggled at her joke. "I'm sorry too, Jeanie," she
replied, stroking the girl's arm before she went to her room.  Unlocking
the door, she walked into her home for the next four years.  It was
identical to Jeanie's except it was empty.  Well not quite empty.  The tote
bag that held her boots was in her room, with her name on it.  She peeked
into her closet and found her clothes hung up. Taking off the boots, she
located the pockets before putting them in her closet.  She took out her
clothes and looked at the outfit she was wearing when she -(TM)d arrived
only three hours ago.  It seemed like a lifetime, so much had happened. 
Mandy took her panties, and put one leg through the leg hole, and stopped
for a second.   -~Underwear is a waste of time. -(TM) she thought, 'if I'm
naked all the time.' She tossed her panties, and bra aside, pulled on her
skirt, and blouse, leaving the jacket behind.  She put on her stockings and
as she grabbed her shoes, she looked at her boots.  A wicked smile crossed
her face and she put down the wedges.  She put on her boots, storing her
credit card and phone in the pocket. Once she dressed, she returned to
Jeanie's room to find Amber, and Cassie was waiting for her.  "So where do
we go?, and how long have we got?  I don't know where to start?" she said,
looking at Cassie. "That's why we all go with you hun," Cassie told her. 
"We do know where to go, and who to blow...so to speak, to get things done.
First, we're going to your house to get anything you want there, Clothes,
pictures, whatever.  Then we'll buy some furniture, and clothes for the
stuff that I know is coming up.  Then we come back here, and help you get
your room set up, have dinner, and hit the town." "Sounds good to me",
Amber said. "Good, then you drive the van," Cassie told her. First, they
went to Mandy's apartment, to get her belongings.  That didn't take long.
She only had a few personal treasures she hung on to throughout the
implosion of her family.  There was her clothes, most of them were cheap
and old.  Once her stuff was in the van, Cassie returned the keys, and
arranged a refund for the unused rent. Then Amber took them to Williams
Sonoma to pick out furniture for Mandy's rooms.  It took a few hours to get
coordinated pieces that fit Mandy's tastes and in the space allowed.  Once
they had a bed, nightstands, dresser, couch, desk etc...  Mandy paid with
her card. She headed over to Cassie, she heard her tell the sales rep,
"...we need it delivered and set up today."  -�I don -(TM)t know if that
-(TM)s possible.  Let me check with my manager, -� the clerk told them.  He
walked over to an old fat guy wearing an ill-fitting suit.  They held an
animated discussion, and the old guy walked over to the three coeds. 
-�Hello Miss, I -(TM)m the manager, can I help you? -� he said in a
condescending manner. Cassie appraised him and shook her head.  She could
tell he was a small man who believed in his power, and no one could tell
him what to do in his little fiefdom.  He was far from the first guy to act
like this with Cassie.  Most likely not the last.  Cassie had learned long
ago how to deal with overzealous functionaries like him.  -�My friend spent
over twenty-five thousand dollars on furniture for her new apartment. 
Right now it -(TM)s empty.  She needs her purchases delivered, and set up
today. -�  -�Impossible.  Our deliveries are scheduled several days in
advance, -� he told her as he polished his glasses "Okay, now you -(TM)ve
shown the little chickie that you're Mr.  Big and powerful.  Now I'll tell
you what -(TM)s going to happen.  You will have this furniture loaded in
that truck parked by your loading dock.  Four of your best warehouse guys
will deliver her purchases, and assemble it.  TODAY!  If you refuse, I
-(TM)ll send a text to my boss.  That will start a chain of events you
won't like.  My friend will get a fifty percent discount, free delivery,
and set up, and you will get promoted to customer."  -�Oh, -� He asked,
smirking,  -�And who pray tell is your boss, little missy? -�  -�Stanford
James. -� The store manager had his crew start to load Mandy -(TM)s
purchases before the three girls left the store. Next, they drove to an
upscale clothing boutique.  The store was immense and carried everything
from swimsuits and lingerie to ball gowns.  When Cassie entered, several
sales clerks ran over, and greeted her with air kisses.  She smiled and
introduced them to Mandy by name. "Now let's see, we need several business
suits meeting Mr.  James's requirements.  Five cocktail dresses.  Three
ball gowns, and one red carpet dress.  Five, no make that six bikinis.  A
bunch of casual clothes, pajamas, workout gear, sexy lingerie, and of
course shoes for each outfit." Cassie told the staff surrounding them. The
head saleswoman snapped her fingers and waved her staff away.  They
scurried off to find outfits, as two others took Mandy's measurements. 
They paraded a dizzying array of clothes for her approval.  Mandy was being
overwhelmed by the colors, styles, and fabrics presented to her.  As Mandy
drowned in fashion-forward clothing, Cassie and Amber shopped for
themselves. Mandy's eyes sparkled at the beautiful dresses, gowns, and
other clothing.  It was obvious that they knew Mr.  James's preferences. 
Every item was either sexy, demanded respect or both.  She started to go
through the outfits, choosing the ones she liked.  As she looked at each
one, she noticed two older gentlemen that had their eyes fixated on her. 
Mandy had the required clothing, now it was time for the naughtier pieces.
The staff started brought an array of lingerie, in a bounty of colors, and
styles.  Everything from Granny panties to dental floss, teddy -(TM)s,
negligees, camisoles, and more.  Stockings, not pantyhose, and garter
belts. Mandy felt out of her depth.  She felt overwhelmed with the choices,
this was way beyond her sheltered experience.  Looking about in near panic,
she called  -�Cassie, help! -� Cassie strutted over to the dressing rooms
and looked at Mandy.  She smirked when she thought back to her first time
here.  How overwhelmed she had been.  The colors alone were enough to give
you nightmares about crayons. As soon as Mandy saw Cassie, she blurted 
-�Help!  What am I supposed to wear?  I haven't a clue what Mr.  James will
want!" She laughed when she saw that Mandy looked as if she were drowning.
that was something every new girl went through their first few days. 
"Well, get some stuff to wear under clothes.  A few sexy items for when we
visit the Playboy Mansion and the rest is up to you.  Things that you like,
and make you feel sexy.  If you feel sexy, then you'll act sexy, and have
more confidence.  If Mr.  James wants something specific he'll either tell
you to buy it or gift it to you.  Don't worry, there are no wrong choices."
"Oh well, in that case...," Mandy grinned like she'd been let loose in a
candy store.  She chose some simple items that would make her feel special.
Then she added a few more practical pieces in case she had to be the
Professional Assistant. "Should I try some of these on to make sure they
fit?" She asked Cassie as she glanced at the older gentlemen who were still
leering her. "If you want to, that's fine.  They did take all your
measurements, and I've never had them get a size wrong with me." Cassie
said, imagining her in some of the stuff she -(TM)d picked out. "Well if
you don't think it's necessary, we're spending a lot of Mr.  James' money.
I want to be careful, make sure that it's well spent." Mandy looked to the
young woman she was beginning to idolize, waiting for her to tell her what
to do. "Honey, the man is going to be the first trillionaire in the US.  He
can afford this.  Believe me," Cassie said, smiling at her.  "But if you
want to show off that hot little body of yours, in some of those sexy
outfits, I won't complain." Mandy blushed at Cassie's words.  She wondered
why she felt titillated by the thought of public exposure.  She giggled to
herself at the word titillating!  Mandy had been uncomfortable and thrilled
when Jon checked her out.  She had no idea why she liked it and wondered
why she wanted to experience those feelings again.  Cassie looked through
the lingerie and picked one especially risque outfit up.  "Ya know, this
may not fit quite right.  Why don't you go try it on, and let me see how it
fits." She handed the outfit to the younger woman. Mandy giggled.  There
was so little to the outfit, what was not to fit?  It covered her nipples
and pussy, but not much else.  The stockings were sexy, and it was in her
pile of things to keep!  Taking the set, she went into a changing room and
changed into the scanty outfit.  Once she was in the ensemble, she pulled
back the curtain beckoning to Cassie, trying to get her to come to her.
"Hey Amber, what do you think of that outfit on Mandy?  Does it fit her
right?" Cassie shouted across the store. Amber looked toward the dressing
room.  "I can't tell.  Not enough light and this is a bad angle.  Mandy
hun, step out, and turn around so that we can all see if it fits," Amber
shouted, even louder than Cassie had.  Even the stock crew in the back of
the store had come out to see what was going on. Every eye was now on
Mandy. Everyone waited for her to step into the brighter lights of the
store, and show off her almost unclad body.  That delicious thrill of
revulsion and fear tore through her again.  She blushed as she took a
breath, and forced herself to exit the safety of the changing room.  There
seemed to be a lot more people.  Mandy felt hot fluid seeping out of her,
and onto her not-yet purchased panties.  She hoped no one would notice. 
She held her arms out at a slight angle and turned spun around trying to
keep her eyes on Cassie. Cassie walked over, and circled Mandy, like a
shark.  She tugged and the top, to see if it was too snug, and how much
accessibility the bottoms offered.  After she ran her hands all over Mandy,
she called out to a shop assistant.  "This is too loose.  Bring me the same
thing but a size smaller." Then she untied the top, and let it fall to the
floor.  Everyone could see Mandy's firm pert breasts and erect nipples. 
The spectators enjoyed the physical scrutiny Cassie was giving Mandy.  At
least from what Mandy could see.  Cassie's hands felt so good on her body,
her skin.  -~What? -(TM) she thought,  -~A size smaller? -(TM) Without
warning, her bra was off, and a small spasm ran through her insides.  Mandy
kept her hands by her sides, her breasts exposed, and she hated that she
loved it so much. "Amber walked over and cast a critical eye on the
bottoms. "Hmm, these appear to be a bit loose, to don't cha think, Cass?"
Amber slid her hand inside the panties and rubbed Mandy's pussy.  "Yes,
definitely too loose, I have my finger in her pussy, and no one can tell."
"Let me see," Cassie replied.  She pulled the bottoms to the floor so that
everyone could see Amber's fingers jammed deep into Mandy. Mandy almost
died with embarrassment!  Her face must have been a deep red, she could
feel the flush rising from her chest, and she was going hot, and cold.  Her
nipples shot out and her pussy was sopping around Amber's intruding
fingers.  -~Why didn't anyone object? -(TM) she wondered.  It was as if the
store -(TM)s staff didn't find it unusual to watch a girl get stripped and
fingered.  it strange to have a girl stripped naked, right on the sales
floor, with customers, and staff watching.  They all appeared to be
enjoying the show.  Mandy stood there, and endured it, knowing that her
body was telling Cassie, and Amber that she wanted more. A sales clerk
walked up to the threesome and handed Cassie the same outfit.  "We didn't
have it in a size one, so here -(TM)s a size zero." She smiled as both
Cassie -(TM)s, and Amber -(TM)s grins grew bigger. Once Cassie had the
smaller outfit, the salesgirl pinched one of Mandy's nipples.  As she
rolled it between her fingers, she said, "Nice.  Nice indeed," she said as
she kept playing with it using only two fingers.  Amber continued to finger
Mandy as Cassie reached between her legs, and started to rub her clit. It
was getting to be too much for Mandy.  There was still a small part of her
that wanted it all to stop, but she felt so decadent, so naughty, so sexy.
Her body craved the attention, the touches, and the orgasm that was
creeping through her body.  "Don't fight it," Cassie whispered into her
ear, "This will end when you let yourself cum.  The longer that takes, the
greater your humiliation." "I...  I can't help it.  It -(TM)s a reflex I
can't...," Mandy's face was a picture in conflicting emotions.  She was
trying to cooperate, to get it over with.  There was still a small voice
inside her telling her to fight, that good girls didn't cum in public.  She
wanted it to end!  She never wanted it to end.  She wanted to cum!  She
wanted to run, and hide.  All the while her body responded to the touches.
Her arousal built until she reached a state of libidinousness, and needed
release. One of the few men in the store had walked up close and was using
his phone to record the erotic scene.  "Dude, her other tit is available.
You wanna lend a hand here?" Cassie asked him, and whispered into Mandy
-(TM)s ear "I warned you..." He reached out and brushed his hand over her
nipple.  When no one objected he squeezed her left tit, and made sure to
get a close up of his hand crushing the soft flesh. "Oh fuck!" she
murmured, her hand made a feeble attempt to stop him from mauling her
proffered breast.  Amber continued to pump her fingers into the nude girl.
Cassie tormented her clit, the salesgirl sucked on a nipple.  The guy
pulled her nipple so hard she thought it would double its size.  all while
he recorded it in high def, in front of an audience.  She felt used, and
abused, ashamed of herself.  Despite Cassie's warning that resistance would
prolong her humiliation, she still struggled.  She grabbed the wrists of
the salesgirl, but couldn't' t bring herself to pull it away.  She wanted
this!  The finger fuck was nothing compared to the mind-fuck!  Mandy was on
a journey of self-discovery, learning things she never would have if she
hadn -(TM)t made that phone call. Now that Cassie -(TM)s hand was slick
with cream she pulled away from Mandy's clit and pressed her fingers into
her ass.  Cassie, and Amber fingered both her holes.  Cassie started to
lick, and suck her neck while everyone ignored her mild protests. "Yes,
yes, yes, yes," she moaned, her hips rolling with the double fucking.  Her
hands now pulling the man, and girl onto her bared tits.  Her eyes shut, a
grimace on her face, and her orgasm increased in intensity. Cassie wrapped
her hand around Mandy -(TM)s throat, and whispered in her ear, "Cum for the
audience you little slut.  Let all these strangers watch you climax, in the
middle of the store.  They'll upload the videos to YouTube, and the whole
world can see what a hot little slut you are." Cassie's hot breath in her
ear and the nastiness of her words was enough to push her over the edge. 
She made a long guttural sound from deep within her chest as her insides
contracted over, and over.  The tightness around her throat only adding to
the sensations overwhelming her.  Her body was rigid, yet it convulsed with
energy, as her orgasm ripped through her.  Then, just like that, it was
over.  The last wave washed over her, and she almost collapsed, her knees
weak, her energy spent. "Oh," she whimpered, abashed at her total nudity,
and wanton lust in such a public setting.  She blushed crimson, trying to
cover up her breasts, and pussy, looking for a place to hide. Cassie
wrapped her arms around Mandy to support her.  Amber offered her fingers up
for cleaning.  The other two participants, in Mandy -(TM)s degradation,
each took one of Amber -(TM)s fingers into their mouths.  They savored
Mandy -(TM)s essence, then stepped back, and gave the three friends some
privacy. "I'm so sorry!  I don't know what possessed me!" she mumbled, "I
-(TM)ve never behaved like that before, I'm so sorry!" Mandy looked for a
place to hide, and to put on some clothes.  Horrified that she had
displayed herself so salaciously!   -~I'm not like that, -(TM) she told
herself.  She felt confused and ashamed of her lewd behavior.  She glanced
at her audience, as she wondered if they'd enjoyed watching people force
her to cum.  When she was able to stand on her own, Amber walked over to
the man who -(TM)d recorded their encounter.  Mandy missed the rest, since
Cassie dragged her into the dressing room, and closed the curtain.  "You
were fantastic," she said, holding Mandy tight.  "Mr.  James will be so
proud when he sees that video." Mandy looked up a little surprised.  "You
mean you're not ashamed of me?  For being so slutty, in front of everyone?
-� Mandy's eyes widened in horror, yet it was a thrill too.  "Did I handle
it okay?" Mandy's desire to please Cassie was becoming the dominating
factor. "It was a test.  Mr.  James wants to know how his new girls handle
humiliation and public exposure.  The only way to find out is to...  expose
and fondle you.  You did great." She smiled at Mandy and hugged her.  
-�Now time to dress, and pay for your stuff, then on to school to pay for
that, and home for dinner. -� Grateful that she passed the test, Mandy
relaxed into Cassie's hug and whimpered.  It had been an eventful day, full
of new experiences, and surprises.  She felt drained.  Her desire to please
Cassie kept growing with each encounter.  She wondered if, despite being
straight, she was falling in love with the woman. Cassie handed her the
smaller panties, and bra, and said "I think everything else got boxed up
and loaded in the van.  I guess you -(TM)ll have to wear this until we get
back to the house. -� Wiping her eyes, she grinned at the undersized
patches and floss she had to wear.  "Anything for you, Cassie," she
giggled. As she took and struggled into the almost panties, and felt her
tits spill out all sides of the undersized bra. Cassie admired the
underboob and the cleavage exposed by the lingerie.  Once Mandy had
squeezed into the panties and bra, Cassie opened the door, and led her to
the van.  Without a word, Amber threw it into gear and drove to their
school.  Pulling up in front of the Admin building, Amber parked the van
and shut it off. "You need to go pay for your classes," Cassie said. "What?
Like this?  They might refuse me!  I mean, everyone in college will know
what a slut I am." In her mind, the college was going to be a safe place to
hide, to be normal.  She had resigned herself to full-time nudity and sex
on demand.  The public depravity at the boutique had pushed her past her
limit.  Mandy knew she would do whatever Cassie said, no matter what.  She
had started to worship the young woman. "Okay ..." one look at Cassie was
enough to convince her, and grabbing her file of papers, she climbed out of
the van.  At least she wasn't nude this time!  Now, where was the Admin
building? Cassie and Amber got out of the van and walked several steps
behind her toward the Admin building.  It was late in the day, and few
visitors were around if the almost empty parking lot was an indicator. 
Although she got a few stares, it wasn't too bad.  That gave Mandy
confidence and she strutted into the Administration building. At Reception
she asked the lady, "Excuse me, I'm a new student, come to pay the year's
tuition fees." She could feel the woman -(TM)s disapproval radiating in
waves! The receptionist pointed to a door, "Go through that door, down the
hall last door on the right." Cassie opened the door, and Amber had a
devilish smile on her face. When Mandy looked into the corridor she
recoiled in horror when she saw it crowded with men of all ages, and sizes.
They packed the sides leaving a narrow passage the length of the hallway.
Cassie looked at her, and said, "The last gauntlet.  Those in the know
always come to get a look at the new girl." She waited for Mandy to walk
down the hallway, letting each of them see her almost naked body.  -~Oh
well, the last gauntlet it is then, -(TM) Mandy thought to herself.  
-~Might as well get it over with, -(TM) She took a breath to steady her
nerves.  She thrust her chest out, stood tall, with fake confidence entered
the hallway.  As soon as she crossed the threshold into the hallway, the
men and women began to whistle, cheer, and applaud. As she moved through
the crowd, she exaggerated the sway of her hips.  Mindful that her bare ass
in the thong was out there for everyone to ogle, as she sashayed down the
passage.  She glanced at the crowd as she passed them, and found no one
looked at her face.  Not surprising since her dark pubes peeked out from
the too-small panties.  For breast lovers, her top was only big enough to
cover most of her nipples and they quivered with every step.  She doubted
that any of them would recognize her in clothes. The noise grew louder as
she got closer to the door labeled Registrar.  Damn!  She was blushing
again!  When she made it to the door, she spun around and blew them a kiss.
It hadn't escaped her notice that they'd been waiting for her, expecting
her. Mandy pushed open the Registrar's door and approached the counter. 
She had her enrollment form, acceptance letter, and payment ready.  She
decided to pretend she had clothes on and be as normal as possible.  She
hoped everything was in order so her ordeal would pass quickly and she
could go back to the safety of her room. The clerk behind the counter was a
student on a work-study program.  His supervisor warned him about the
almost naked girl that would show up, but he thought it was an urban
legend. 'It's a joke, it has to be,' he thought when the cheers started. 
Now face to face with a gorgeous, almost naked brunette he was at a loss
for words.  His hands shook as he took her paperwork, and ran her card.
Much to his chagrin, everything went through without a SNAFU.  the one time
he hoped for something to be FUBAR, nothing was.  Which in his opinion was
TARFU.  All too soon he finished with her.  He tried to think of something
to delay her, but his mouth was dry, and he couldn't speak.  He handed
everything back, and squeaked, "You need to go to the library for your
student ID." "Thanks," she giggled at the bookish but cute guy.  She was
grateful he hadn't done or said anything about her garments.  If she acted
normal despite her lack of attire, then she hoped everyone would act her
normal.  She left the Registrar's office and headed toward the library,
without Cassie or Amber. When her fellow students saw her, phones appeared
as if by magic.  Everyone was capturing her image, to share with their
friends and uploaded to the web.  Her unclad form got shared with the
entire student body in a matter of minutes.  Her luck held and few of them
focused on her face.  Unaware of the chaos left in her wake, Mandy went up
to the desk in the library, "I need an ID." The poor student who worked in
the library almost had a heart attack when he saw the bare buxom babe. 
Amazement set in when he came face to face with the rumor come to life.  He
was a bit smoother than his counterpart in the registrar's office.  As
Mandy stood for her ID photo, he claimed the pictures were  -~messed up
-(TM), and asked her to stand, bend, twist, and squat. After the third
picture, it became clear that he was taking advantage of her.  Mandy
assumed that this was yet another test so she didn't object.  Not wanting
to disappoint Cassie or Mr.  James, she posed as requested despite the
lewdness.  Out the corner of her eye, she noticed that other students in
the Library were watching with interest. After taking dozens of pictures,
he finally had Mandy sit on the stool, took a normal ID photo, and printed
it.  Once it was ready, he gave it to her with his phone number.  "I'm a
photography major, and I always need models, you -(TM)re a natural.  Call
me some time for a real photo session." He smiled at her while leering at
her one last time. Mandy took her ID, and the number, looking at him in
consternation.  She'd never considered becoming a lingerie model.  She
decided she would ask Cassie about this taking him up on his offer.  Mandy
was somewhat delirious from the highs and lows of the day.  She and didn't
trust herself to distinguish a decent proposal from an indecent one. She
made her way to the doors of the library and took a deep breath.  She
decided to own it, and strutted, letting her natural shimmy captivate those
that saw her.  Before she could take a dozen steps Cassie had liked up to
her right arm and Amber her left.  Mandy stopped short when she realized
they were in lingerie as revealing as hers.  The trio walked arm in arm
through the campus. Cassie's shoulder bumped Mandy as they walked.  "You
did it, girlfriend, you passed everything.  You -(TM)re one of us, and we
-(TM)re all in this together.  That's why we stripped down.  You aren't
alone anymore.  Like the Three Musketeers All for One, and One for All."
"So I'm finally, IN?  WOO HOO!" she gushed in pleasure. As they strutted
back to the van, Mandy handed Cassie the card with the photographer's
number.   -�Hey Cassie, the guy who did my ID wanted to know if I'd do some
modeling for him?  Was that another of Mr.  James -(TM)s things? -� "Nah,
that's some horny guy trying to get the half-naked chick into his bed. 
What you do when you're not on the cock, as we call it, is your business.
As long as you don't break the rules." She kissed Mandy on the cheek. "I
won't, I hope I don't forget any." The sounds of the paddle striking
Jeanie's ass still echoed in her ears.  It filled her with equal parts
dread and desire.  "So it's okay if I call him?" She had fun posing for him
and loved how sexy she felt. "Usually we all hang together, but everyone
needs personal time.  Hell, I have an idea.  Maybe we can get some group,
and individual portraits for Mr.  James as a Christmas present." Amber eyes
started shining, "Oh God, he'd love that!  I'm in.  He could come to the
mansion?  Or should we go to his studio?  It would be fun doing it
together" "Oh definitely at the Mansion.  Seeing those pics of us in the
office, his bedroom,s and around the grounds, will drive him crazy.  He'll
fuck us raw for weeks," Cassie said. "Oh, Is he rough then?  I've never had
rough sex before, -� Mandy admitted. Cassie stopped dead in her tracks. 
She looked at Mandy, her mouth agape.  Amber put her hand over her mouth
trying not to laugh, her eyes twinkling. "You did see the dungeon, right?
That -(TM)s not for show.  We spend a good amount of time, tied down,
getting fucking, and sucking.  For an older guy, he's got a shitload of
stamina and amazing control.  He can fuck for hours without cumming." It
was Mandy's turn to look surprised.  "Yikes!  I guess it can't be too bad.
I mean, you guys survived.  I guess I'll cope, somehow...," Mandy
concluded. "Can we go home now, or are there more little bombshells for you
to drop?" "We're the only bombshells around," Amber said, gesturing at the
students following them. Mandy laughed at Amber's response.  "So we're the
three bombshells..." Amber and Cassie exploded in laughter. When they could
speak again, Cassie nodded, "That's the best description of us and the
effect we have." They arrived back at the van, Amber started it up, and
drove back to the mansion.  When they arrived they saw the delivery truck
leaving. Cassie nodded in approval, "Looks like your stuff has arrived. 
Let's go see how it looks." Amber parked the van, and they went in to see
Mandy -(TM)s new room. Jeanie was standing in the hall when her friends
walked in.  "I've been following the uploads, lots of pics, and some hot
fucking videos.  I'm sorry I missed all the fun. -�  -�I want to see
those," Mandy said.  She was more interested in seeing her debauchery than
checking out her new room.  "I guess I'll have to tell my mother that my
education is paid for.  I just have to let my sugar daddy, and his friends
tie me down and fuck all my holes whenever they want." Mandy grinned.  -�No
need to worry, your face wasn't identifiable, -� Jeanie told Mandy, patting
her arm. Mandy was glad the foursome was together again.  She hadn -(TM)t
known them long, but being back with Jeanie filled a void Mandy hadn -(TM)t
realized was there.  Throwing Mandy -(TM)s door, open Cassie strutted in
like she owned the place.  She plopped down into the recliner as Amber and
Jeanie went outside and got Mandy -(TM)s possessions. Cassie looked up at
Mandy who was standing in the doorway.  "So tell me how your day was?  How
did you feel?  Was anything too far out of your comfort zone?" "Oh my! 
It's been the most amazing, most challenging day of my life!  Nothing like
I -(TM)d expected!  I think I -(TM)m good with everything, but I had so
many new experiences, I haven -(TM)t processed them all.  It was filled
with highs, and lows, fear, and arousal, and... -� she shook her head at
the enormity of how her life had changed over the last few hours. Mandy
considered her feelings and blushed when she remembered how turned on was
when Cassie stripped her that first time.  "Everything was way beyond my
comfort zone, but nothing was out of bounds.  At least not with you."
Cassie let a tiny smile dance over her face when she saw the puppy-like
expression on Mandy's face.  Mandy couldn't help but return the smile, it
felt too nice to have Cassie smile at her like that. Once all the boxes
were out of the van, and all the ladies were back in uniform, they all
gathered in Mandy -(TM)s room to relax. "Before we begin we should order
dinner.  Since it's your first night here, Mandy, pick a meal for us."
Cassie handed it to Mandy, "dial #069 to get the kitchen.  Yes, Mr.  James
does have a unique sense of humor." "How about steak?  I could do with a
big juicy steak!" she suggested, then blushed when she thought of how
sexual that might sound.  Getting no disagreements from the other girls,
she dialed the kitchen.  "Oh yeah, hi it's Mandy, the new girl.  Can we
have some dinner, please?  Steak, and fries for three?  Great!  Thanks, -�
she hung up, and said, "I hope that's okay with everyone?" "I think Mandy
plans on skipping dinner tonight since she ordered three dinners.  Cassie,
Amber, Jeanie, and Mandy make four," Jeanie said, teasing the new girl. The
other two laughed.  "Oh shit!" Mandy swore as the color once again rose in
her neck and cheeks.  She reached for the phone, dialing again.  She
spoke," Sorry, it's Mandy again.  I can't count.  We need four steak
dinners.  Yeah, sorry ...thanks!" She put the phone back down.  "Oops!  I
wonder how many other screw-ups I'll make!" she wondered aloud. Cassie
looked at Mandy,  -�So we had a lot of fun today while Jeanie got her ass
beat, and had to stay home.  She could use some relief.  How about it. 
Mandy? -� "It's been a heck of a day!  What can I do to make poor Jeanie
feel better? -� Mandy inquired, as she sat on the floor. Jeanie spread her
legs open, exposing her shaved snatch to everyone's view.  Mandy could see
that the redness had started to fade, but there were some nasty bruises
left from her ordeal.  Jeanie smiled and held her pussy lips open waiting
to feel the new tongue on her moistening pussy. Mandy was eager to do
anything Cassie asked.  She was desperate for her approval and wanted to
impress her, needing Cassie to like her.  So she was a little disappointed
that Jeanie was to be her first pussy.  She knelt between Jeanie's legs,
one hand on each thigh.  Mandy, glanced over to Cassie's beautiful pussy,
looking forward to pleasuring her. Mandy leaned forward, inhaled Jeanie's
scent, watching her fluids flow.  She swiped her tongue over her growing
wetness and dipped the tip of her tongue onto the damp outer lips.  She
felt the soft warm flesh of the woman's pussy.  It tasted tangy and sweet.
Mandy tried a lick from as low down as she could get to the top of the
fragrant slit. Looking up at Jeanie, but with a glance at Cassie, Mandy
asked, "Is this okay?  I've never done this before."  -�Do what comes
naturally sweetheart, and things will cum, -� she said to the pretty, nude
teen.  Mandy found the taste not as unpleasant as she thought it would be.
It was piquant and earthy.  She spread the lips apart and leaned in to
probe her friend's depths.  -�Fuck I needed this, -� Jeanie sighed leaning
back in the chair as she spread her legs further apart.   -�Long slow licks
baby girl, long, and slow.  Think about what you like, and do that. -�
Cassie sat there recording them while Amber focused on the lovers and
caressed herself.  Standing up, Amber walked over to Jeanie and held her
finger out, and Jeanie sucked it into her mouth like it was a miniature
cock. Mandy was so focused on the moist pussy in front of her that she had
no idea she was being recorded.  Or what Amber was doing above her.  Mandy
shifted positions, and was on all fours, her ass pointing right at Cassie,
her lips glistening in arousal.  Mandy began to lap at Jeanie -(TM)s pussy
making sure to drag her tongue over her labia, and caress her clit before
going back down again. Cassie started to wave her hand in the air to get
Amber -(TM)s attention.  When Amber looked at her she made a few gestures,
letting Amber in on a plan that was running through her mind.  Amber
grinned and nodded.  She pulled her finger from Jeanie's mouth and snuck
out of the room. She returned a few minutes later, completely naked,
wearing a strap on.  The attached smallish dildo had ridges, and nubs, and
other protrusions covering the surface.  Mandy was tongue fucking Jeanie so
hard, that she was oblivious to what the other two were about to do.  Amber
positioned herself behind Mandy and pretended to jerk off the dildo.  Then
she thrust it toward Mandy acting like she was fucking and spanking her. 
Cassie recording it all. Jeanie was getting close.  She had been horny all
day, since she her wrists were bound, she needed a release.  She pictures
and videos of her friends having fun with Mandy.  Running the gauntlet,
then joining together to cement their bond.  It was a rush and Jeanie felt
miffed she had to miss it.  Jeanine shuddered through a mini climax
remembering her first day.  She couldn -(TM)t wait until they saw the
montage she -(TM)d put together, as they ate dinner. Jeanie watched Amber
acting a fool, and she knew what was about to happen.  She started to
stroke Mandy -(TM)s hair as Amber lined up, and rammed the rough textured
dildo deep into Mandy -(TM)s pussy in one shot.  -�OH FUCKKKKKKK, -� Mandy
yelled, as her pussy expanded wide to accommodate the toy.  Amber began to
fuck her roughly, reaching out, and pulling Mandy -(TM)s hair.  -�Bitch who
told you to stop eating cunt.  Lick that bruised bitch, and make her cum,
while I ram your slut hole with my fuck stick. -� Mandy didn -(TM)t realize
how close she was to yet another orgasm, but Amber -(TM)s words drove right
to the heart of her arousal, and she collapsed to the floor as she
convulsed in pleasure. As she watched, Jeanine rubbed her clit, and soon
she was calling out,  -�I -(TM)m FUCKING CUMMING... -� Amber went into the
bathroom, dropped off the toy, and returned with two damp towels.  She
handed one to Cassie, who put her phone down.  Cassie began to wipe Mandy
down, while Mandy lay there mewling in pleasure. Amber took care of Jeanie.
Once the sweaty girls were clean, a light knock on the door announced the
food had arrived.  Cassie rolled in the cart, and served everyone, while
Jeanine set the montage to play on Mandy's new Flat screen.