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 ï>¿Tara Serves a Small Poker Party by MrXZander

   Exploring her fantasies Tara acts as server for a card game.

   Tara and Zander pulled into a parking space behind the small apartment
building.  A few blocks from the college, it looked large enough to contain
only 8 units.  A short walk to campus and also about a 5 minute walk to the
campus bars, the apartment was very strategically located.  Zander exited
the truck and grabbed Tara's bag from the back.  Tara stepped out and
walked to the front of the truck to wait for him.

   "Ready, Tara?" Zander asked when he approached her.

   Zander had told Tara everything she needed to know about the plans he
had for the night.  This was a huge step into her fantasies, so she was
both extremely excited, but also extremely nervous.  Everything she was
expected to do tonight she had done for her master plenty of times, and she
enjoyed it.  But, to do it for a few strangers was nerve-wracking and yet
strangely arousing.  "Yes, Master," she replied, obediently.

   Zander offered her his arm and she took it.  Together, they walked
across the parking lot to the door to the building.  Once inside the
building, Zander placed the bag on the floor, kneeled next to it and pulled
Tara's mask from it.

   "The guys are in the apartment on the other side of the building, so
they couldn't see us walk up, but from here on, you'll need to wear your
mask." He explained.  She placed the Mardi gras mask on her face and took
Zander's arm again.

   They walked to the end of the hall, up the flight of steps, and then
approached one of the doors.  The number '7' was on the door.  Zander
reached up to knock, turned to his slave and said, "You're going to have
fun, babe." She smiled from underneath the mask and steeled herself before
someone came to answer the door.

   The lock clicked, the handle turned, and the door swung open.

   "Hey, Zander!" the man exclaimed after pulling the door open.  "Great to
see you, again!" He reached out to shake her master's hand.  He then turned
his gaze to Tara and said, "And you must be Miss Tara," while he extended
his hand to her.

   Tara fished her arm from Zander's and shook the man's hand, "Yes, Sir."

   "Awesome!  Please come in!" He said stepping back from the entrance. 
Tara slipped her hand under Zander's forearm and held him while he led her
inside the apartment.

   Once inside the apartment, Tara quickly looked around the room.  The
apartment looked quite new, but the furniture wasn't especially stylish. 
"Grad students..." She thought.  But, the space was very clean.  There was
a couch pushed against the wall, an entertainment center, complete with
every electronic device imaginable, was opposite the couch.  Two recliners
were pushed back in front of the windows to make room for the large poker
table that had been set up in the middle of the room.

   The room itself was fine, but it was the men in the room that made
Tara's heart beat quickly in her chest.  There were 5 men inside the room
in addition to the man who let them in.  A couple of them were sitting in
the recliners, a couple more were setting things up on the table with the
third standing with a drink in his hand.

   "So, we're almost set up here," said the man who let them in.  "We're
all extremely excited to have you here," he said looking at Tara.  She
smiled as best as her nerves would let her.  She kept a firm grip on
Zander's arm as they talked.

   "We're glad we could help," said Zander.

   "This is my place, and I'm Adam.  If you need anything or have any
questions, please feel free to ask." Tara nodded.  "I'll have you meet the
guys in a second, but let me show you where everything is."

   "Sure," Zander agreed.

   Adam led them into the kitchen.  The counter was full of snacks, cups,
and other supplies.  Adam opened the fridge and let her know where all the
beer and mixers were.  He told her where she could find napkins, towels,
and even opened the cabinets in case she needed something different.  Tara
welcomed the distraction, so she concentrated on what Adam was telling her.

   "Everything good?"

   "I think so." Tara replied.

   "Well, like I said, if I missed anything, or if you need anything I
didn't show you, just let me know." Tara nodded.

   Adam then led them back into the living room.  The men who weren't
standing when they came in were all standing now, eager to meet the
'entertainment' for the night.  Tara stood between Zander and Adam as Adam
introduced all the guys to the guests.

   Tara barely heard the names.  She wasn't going to need them right away.
She just wanted to get a look at the guys who were going to be ogling her
all night.

   The men were varied in shapes and sizes.  None of them had much in
common, and none of them were what you would call 'model-like'.  For some
reason, that put Tara slightly at ease.  They didn't really look like
college students to Tara, but as grad students, they probably wouldn't. 
They were all dressed in casual clothes, mostly jeans and t-shirts, while a
couple of guys had hoodies, one man wore khakis, while another had
fashionable athletic pants on.  None of them were overly tall, or
overweight or anything like that.  They were all pretty non-descript.  It
was just a room full of 'normal' guys.

   As Adam introduced them all, they each shook Zander's and Tara's hand.
They were all very polite and every one of them was smiling broadly.  Other
than their eyes taking slightly more liberty in looking over Tara's body,
they all could have been friends meeting for dinner or something.

   Once all the introductions were done, Adam asked Tara, "Have you ever
played poker before?"

   "No, I haven't." She responded.

   "Oh, well, maybe we'll try to teach you a little later tonight." He told
her.  "But, here, let me show you the poker table."

   Adam walked around the table to show her where things went, what to put
where, and what things were prohibited on the playing area.  The main table
had a few smaller tables near it strategically placed between the seats
where the guys could put their snacks if they wanted.  Tara paid attention
as well as she could despite her nervousness.  Even though the guys were
all nice, easy-going, and seemed 'normal', she was still pretty anxious
about how the night was going to turn out.

   Once Adam felt he had explained everything the best he could, he asked
Tara if she had other questions.

   "No, I don't think so," she answered.

   "Okay, then.  Well, we're about ready to get started, so if you want to
go change, I'll show you where my bedroom and the bathroom are.  You can
change in either one, but you'll have more room in the bedroom."

   "Okay."

   Adam led Tara down the hall and Zander followed with her bag.  "This is
the bathroom," he said turning on the light and stepping aside.  "And then,
this is my bedroom." He stepped across the hall and pushed his door open.
The bedroom was immaculate with a perfectly made bed and a well-organized
desk along with other bedroom furniture.

   Adam flicked the light switch on the wall and stepped into the room.  He
pointed behind the door, "There's a mirror behind the door, too."

   Tara looked back at Zander and shrugged her shoulders.  Zander shrugged
his as well, so Tara just walked into the bedroom.

   "Great." Adam said.  "You can get changed and we'll get our game set up.
When you come out, you can get the guys whatever they need to start, okay?"

   "Sure."

   Adam left the room and shut the door behind him.  Zander placed Tara's
bag on the bed and asked her if she needed anything.  When she replied with
a 'no', Zander told her he'd go back out and make sure everything was good
to go.

   "No, not yet." Tara said.  "Stay in here with me until I'm ready."

   "Okay."

   "Are you sure they all know the rules and everything?" she asked as she
started digging into her bag.

   "Yes.  Adam assured me that all the guys were filled in on the rules and
the plans, so you'll be fine," he told her.  "I told you I met with him
again last week to go over everything and he knows what's up.  You'll be
just fine," he reiterated smiling at her.

   Tara smiled back, but her heart was really racing now that she was
getting ready.  She had dressed in a simple, loose, long-sleeved, white top
over a tank combined with a pair of black tights.  It wasn't incredibly
sexy, but she looked good.  All the guys appeared to enjoy her appearance,
but she knew they were going to see a lot more soon.

   She tossed her mask on the bed and then stripped out of her clothes
while Zander watched.  This didn't bother her at all, of course.  Down to
only her thong, she started to figure out the dress she had purchased
online for her first outfit.  She was supposed to wear 3 different outfits
during the night as the game went along.  Each outfit was supposed to be a
little more revealing, but they were all meant to show her off.  The first
outfit was a tight black dress she purchased from a club dress website.  It
had one long sleeve but left the other shoulder and arm bare.  Underneath
the sleeve there was a cut out at her side that cut across her midsection
and around her back.  It was only about 3 inches wide, so it showed some
skin, but nothing dramatic.  The dress hugged her body and dipped down to
about mid-thigh.  The material had some fashionable strips of reflective
material in it to give the illusion of glitter.  It was a sexy dress, but
it wasn't incredibly revealing.  It was something that would be perfectly
acceptable at any dance club.

   Tara put it on and adjusted everything to fit her body.  She looked at
herself in the mirror to get it right, and then finally sat on the bed to
put on her high heels.  When she had those fastened, she stood up and took
one last look at herself in the mirror.  Satisfied, she looked at Zander,
"Well, I guess I'm ready." Her arms were nervously pinned against her
sides.

   Zander stood up off the bed and walked to her.  He handed her the mask
and said, "Relax.  You're going to have fun.  These are all nice guys. 
They know the rules.  And, you look amazing." He smiled at her.  "If
anything, you're going to make them all nervous."

   She laughed a little.

   "You good?" He asked her.

   She took a deep breath.  "Yep."

   "Okay.  Let me go introduce you formally," he said, winking.

   Zander opened the door, stepped out of room, and walked down the hall.
Tara remained in the doorway trying to beat down her nerves as she listened
to Zander introduce her.

   "Okay, gentlemen," Zander loudly announced.  "Your server is ready to
take care of you." The guys clapped and cheered lightly.  "Now, you all
remember the rules, and how Tara is to be treated.  So, I trust you'll all
be the gentlemen I know you are." The men all acknowledged Zander.  "So,
with that, I give you Miss Tara for the night.  Tara!" He called to her.

   Tara took one more deep breath and walked down the hall to enter the
living room.  When she came into the room all the guys responded by
clapping loudly and cheering.  One guy even whistled.  Tara raised her arm
like she was a showcase model and strut across the room.  She could feel
the men's eyes on her even though she was still very well covered.

   "Thank you very much, gentlemen," she said.  "Does anyone need anything
before you start?"

   The men calmed down and one of them asked Tara for a beer.  The rest of
them set about getting their game started.

   The first hour of the game was quite uneventful.  Tara had retrieved a
few drinks and a few servings of snacks for some of the players, but most
of the time, she sat next to the table on a barstool the guys brought over
from the bar separating the kitchen from the living room.  When a player
left a hand early, some of them would turn their attention to Tara or
Zander and ask them a question or two.  Tara got most of the attention as
Zander sat back on the couch just taking in the game.

   The guys were very polite to Tara, but they all cussed and ripped each
other on various subjects, not only their poker play.  Zander could see the
flow of the game, but Tara was almost surely lost.  Fortunately, the guys
were all taking turns trying to teach her some of it.

   Adam had told Tara to get herself a drink early on, so she sat on her
stool sipping her drink.  She looked far more relaxed after half an hour or
so than she had at the beginning.

   An hour flew by.  Tara had made maybe a dozen trips to the kitchen and
maybe learned a little bit about poker, but she mostly sat and watched the
guys.

   Adam's watch buzzed on his wrist and looked up at Tara.  "Looks like
it's time for an outfit change, Tara."

   "Yes, Sir." Tara responded and slipped off the barstool.

   Tara had been placed in the farthest corner of the room, so she had to
walk completely across the floor to get to the hallway.  Every single guy
watched her ass as she walked by like they had every time someone asked her
to get something from the kitchen.

   Zander got up from the couch and followed her down the hall and into the
bedroom.  He shut the door behind him.

   "So, not so bad, is it?" He asked.

   "No, not at all," She replied.  "Kinda boring, actually." She pulled her
mask up and off her head and then tossed it onto the bed.

   "Well, maybe this next outfit will stir things up a bit." Zander
offered.

   Tara pulled the next outfit from the bag and started to pull off the
dress.

   "Are you excited or anything?" Zander asked her.

   "Not really," she answered.  "I mean, I know the guys are looking at me,
but it doesn't feel any different than if I were out at a bar or
something."

   "Yeah, I can understand that."...  "Well, they're all drinking, and like
I said, maybe this outfit will make things a little more interesting."

   Zander went to the door and told Tara, "I'm going to use the bathroom.
Do you want me to wait on you outside?"

   "No.  I'm good." She said.  "I'll just meet you out there."

   "Okay." Zander replied and exited the room.

   Tara walked down the hall and re-entered the living room.  The couple
guys facing her direction saw her first and both let out a "woo-hoo!"
Tara's second outfit was much more revealing than her first.  She kept the
same black high heels, but her dress was replaced with a tight mini skirt
and black bikini top.  Her mini skirt was open at both hips; the front and
back were held together by a few straps on each side.  About 3-4 inches of
her bare hips and thigh were showing on each side of her body.  The bikini
top had black triangles covering her breasts with spaghetti straps tied
around her neck and behind her back.

   Her original dress was acceptable in any dance club.  This outfit was
far more suited to something in Miami or LA.  She was covered, but by much
less fabric

   When the two guys hooted at her, the rest of the men snapped their heads
around to look at Tara.  Upon seeing her new outfit, they all exclaimed
their appreciation.  Some yelling, a few claps, and a few choice words let
Tara know they approved of her outfit.

   Tara, appreciating the attention, did a quick spin for the men before
thanking them and asked if anyone needed anything.  One of the guys wanted
a rum and coke, so Tara turned on her heels and walked to the kitchen. 
Every eye in the room watched her ass bounce with each step as she walked
away.  They all turned back to the cards once she entered the kitchen, but
they all commented back and forth about Tara's look.  "Damn!" "Did you see
that ass?" "Nice legs!" "And those tits!"...

   Zander simply sat on the couch smiling.  He knew Tara could hear them,
and he was sure she was enjoying it.

   Tara, having fixed the drink, returned, and approached the man who had
ordered the cocktail.  Most of the guys looked up from the game when she
re-entered the room, so they all saw her bend over a little more than
normal when she placed the drink in the holder in front of the player.  Her
breasts strained at against the top as she leaned forward.  "Here you are,
sir."

   "Why thank you, Tara."

   Tara took the opportunity to walk around the table and gather up a few
of the empty plates and bowl on the tables.  Most of the guys took the
chance to look at her while she was near.  Their eyes were almost level
with her abdomen and a slight glance downward put their gaze right between
her thighs.  Her ass was covered by the skirt, but not by much.  If she
were to bend over like she did when she delivered the drink, the men would
be able to see her tiny black g-string she had to wear with the skirt.

   Having collected all the trash around the tables, Tara once again took
her seat on the barstool.  She had to be careful to keep her legs tight
when she pulled herself up on the stool and had to sit with them crossed.

   Tara had to retrieve a few more things from the kitchen as the game went
on.  The men were getting a little more loose now that they had a few
drinks in them.  They were becoming more and more friendly with Tara,
asking her more questions and talking to her a little more.  Tara was
becoming more loose as well.  She was nearly finished with her second drink
before too long, and she was enjoying teasing the guys when she served
them.

   They all flirted back and forth.  The guys were quite comfortable
calling out to her, and it seemed like Tara was starting to learn some of
their names.  A couple of the guys, one of which appeared to be having no
luck at all, Zander observed, were especially chatty with Tara.  They asked
her questions, joked with her, and tried to teach her a bit about poker.

   The unlucky gentleman was forced to fold once again and he yelled out in
playful frustration, "Oh, Tara!  I'm just not getting any cards!" Tara
laughed politely, while the guy continued to complain.  The rest of the
table laughed along with his antics.  He stood up, grabbed his hole cards,
and brought them over to where Tara was sitting.  He approached her, put
his hand on her shoulder, and asked her, "Now, what the hell am I supposed
to do with these?"

   She shrugged along with him and laughed, "I have no idea."

   "Exactly!" He continued to complain.  "It's been like this all night!  I
can't get any damn cards!" He turned back to the table and humorously
exclaimed his frustration even further.  "I'm telling you, Tara, if you
weren't here, I'd probably be pretty mad right now." He said, smiling.

   "At least he's a good sport, about it," thought Zander.  He watched the
man stand up from the table and put his hand on Tara.  That was within the
rules, so Zander had no need to react.  But, he recognized the men at the
table were getting a little more liquored up.

   The hand ended, and the next one was dealt.  The man who received the
bad cards last hand called out to Tara, "Hey Tara, I think I need to change
something up."

   "Okay." She replied.

   "How about you come over here and play my hand for me?" He asked her.

   "Oh, no.  I have no idea what I'm doing." She said.

   "No, it's okay," he said, rising up from his seat.  "Come on over here
and I'll tell you what to do." The other men at the table started laughing
and made teasing comments at the bad-luck guy.  "You can't do any worse
than I am doing right now, and maybe with you sitting in my seat, you might
distract the guys a little more than I can." All the guys laughed.  Yet, no
one protested.

   "Well, all right," Tara said, lifting herself so she could slide off the
stool again.

   "Awesome.  Come on." He motioned for Tara to take his seat, pulling it
out for her.

   Tara walked over to him, sat in his seat, and he pushed it in for her.

   "So, what do I do?" she asked looking around the table.  She could see
all the eyes looking back at her.  Some of them were meeting her gaze, but
the majority were focusing on her chest.

   The guy behind her leaned over her and reached around her to the table.
"Here, these 2 cards are ours, so you can look at them." Tara reached out
for the two cards.  "But, don't show them to anyone else; they're just
ours."

   Tara slid them to her, picked them up and then held them to her chest.
After looking at all the other players, she re-focused on the cards and
held them in front of herself.  Mr.  Bad-Luck looked down over her
shoulder.

   "Nice move, Buddy," Zander thought and chuckled in his head.  He knew
the man had a straight shot right down Tara's cleavage when he looked at
the cards.

   Tara played the man's hand for him as he gave her instructions.  He had
her place a few bets and it looked like all the men enjoyed seeing her
breasts move with her movements collecting and placing the proper chips. 
The man to her right appeared to really enjoy the close-up view of her side
breast when she reached out to place a bet.

   Mr.  Bad-Luck got pushed out of the hand by someone going all-in with
their hand, so he had to explain what happened to Tara.  "Say 'fold',
Tara."

   "Fold." She parroted.

   "Now, toss the cards we have over to the dealer, there."

   Tara obeyed.  "What happened?"

   "Well, Chris over there bet all of his money, and I'm not going against
that." Mr.  Bad-Luck explained.

   "So, we lost?"

   "Yep.  We lost."

   "Awww..." she groaned.

   "But, thank you, anyway, Tara.  You at least were able to place a few
bets for me."

   "Well, okay." Tara said.  Still pretty confused by the game, she simply
stood up from her seat.  Mr.  Bad-Luck took the opportunity to hug her when
she turned to face.  "Thank you, Tara."

   She hugged him back, politely.

   The other players laughed at the sly move of their friend.  A couple of
them shook their heads.  Tara simply walked back to her seat shrugging to
the other players.  A few of them clapped in appreciation as she returned
to her spot.

   A few hands later and the second hour was through.  Mr.  Bad-Luck
continued to be chatty, but the other player was also talking quite a bit
with Tara.  He had just won a big pot when Adam told Tara that the second
hour was up.  Per usual, everyone turned their heads to watch Tara leave.
But, just before Tara got to the hall way, the player called out to her. 
"Hey, Tara!"

   Tara stopped.  "Yes, sir."

   The player grabbed a chip from his stack and told her, "I'll give you
$20 if you slip off that tiny thong and show it to us before you go change
again."

   The g-string's tiny straps were plainly visible in the bare spots on her
hips.  It did look like an extra strip of cloth, but it was obvious it
wasn't part of the garment.

   Tara hesitated for a moment, but then replied, "Sure!" But, she knew if
she tried to remove it, the mini skirt would have to come almost all the
way up for her to get to the straps on her hips.  So, she put up her finger
to the table to say: "One second" and walked into the hall out of their
sight.

   Zander, sitting on the couch, could still see his slave, and he watched
her slide the skirt up over her ass.  She found the straps of the g-string
and pulled it down over her hips.  The g-string fell to her feet while she
pulled the skirt back in place.  She stepped out of her g-string and
reached down to pick it up.

   She stepped back into the room holding the g-string in her open palm. 
She walked toward the table as the guys all cheered in excitement.  She
walked with a strut right up to the player and let the g-string hang from
her finger in front of him and the other players.  "How's this, sir?" she
asked.

   "Awesome!  Just awesome!" he replied.

   Tara reached out her other hand and the player placed the chip in her
hand.  "Thank you, sir." She said.

   "No.  Thank you!" He said back to her.

   Tara then took the g-string, stretched it between both of her hands and
then brought the underwear up to her mouth.  She bared her teeth and bit
down on the fabric.  Her fingers pulled the garment down before letting the
straps snap back up.  Tara looked around the table with her underwear in
her teeth.  All the men hollered and cheered for her.  "Nice!" "Wooo!" "All
right!"

   Tara spun in front of them and started walking out of the room again. 
She reached up, pulled the g-string from her mouth and twirled it on her
finger as she turned the corner to the hallway.  The men continued to cheer
as she exited.

   Zander clapped and laughed along with the guys.  He rose up off the
couch and followed her into the hallway.

   Inside the bedroom, Zander laughed at Tara, "That was pretty good, Tara.
You have them going now."

   "I know.  That was fun!" she agreed.

   "Are you enjoying yourself?"

   "I am now.  That last guy telling me to take my underwear off was pretty
hot."

   "Oh yeah, how hot?" Zander asked as he approached her.

   Tara knew what he was looking for.  She stood in front of him and took a
small step to open her legs a bit.  "Why doesn't Master find out?" She told
him.

   "Exactly what I planned on doing," he replied.  Slowly, he dipped his
hand down in front of her and then brought it back up underneath the skirt.
His finger found no resistance as it curled up underneath her.  His middle
finger slid along her lips.  He smiled as his finger confirmed how wet Tara
had become.

   "Yes, I would say that you are having fun now." His finger then slipped
up into her.  "Oh yes, you're having fun."

   Tara let out a breath when his finger pressed into her.  "Uhhnnn..." she
sighed.

   Just as quickly as he slipped into her, he withdrew his finger.  Tara
looked up at him with a twinge of disappointment.  But, she watched him
bring his finger up to his mouth and taste her.  He held her eyes with his
as he sucked her flavor from his digit.  They enjoyed the sexual tension
for a moment before Zander asked her: "Now, you know what happens with this
3rd outfit, right?"

   Tara recalled the plan for the third outfit and responded, "Yes,
Master."

   Zander entered the living room and took his spot back on the couch. 
When he sat down, he looked over at Adam and they exchanged a nod.  Adam
looked back at his cards while Zander sat back to wait on Tara.

   After several minutes, Tara opened the bedroom door and started walking
down the hallway.  She entered the room, and once again, she was greeted
with cheers.  These were the loudest and most enthusiastic yet.  Every man
was very excited upon seeing Tara's final outfit.

   Tara was dressed in a full-body fishnet catsuit.  Covering her breasts
was a small, tight tube top.  A similar small tube top/skirt was found at
her hips.  Again, turning before her audience to give them a full view of
her outfit, the men could see that her bottoms did not cover her entire
ass. The crease where her cheeks meet her thighs was in plain sight right
below the hem of the skirt.  The men all clapped and cheered as she strut
her stuff in front of them.

   "Now can I get anything for anybody?" she asked.

   A couple guys asked for refills and once again, every eye in the room
watched her ass walk away.

   The men struggled to get back to their game after seeing Tara's new
outfit.  They continued to comment on it while she was gone.  When she
returned, all the guys turned to watch her again.  The game was halted
until they had seen enough of her.

   As she placed the drinks on the table at their respective owner's spots,
the guys studied her every move.  The tube top was hiding her breasts, but
it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra.  And now, with the smaller skirt,
the men were concentrating their looks between her legs.  She still bent
over when she served them, so the nearest chairs tried to lean back to see
if they could get a better look at her ass.  Certainly, they were all
curious if she was wearing underwear now.  As she walked, you could see
their heads follow her, their eyes fixed on her ass.  When she stopped at
the table, it almost looked like some of the guys were slouching in their
seats to possibly get a better angle up that skirt.

   A couple guys asked for more snacks and the whole process repeated
itself when Tara returned.  If Tara was nervous, she wasn't showing it now.
She seemed to be enjoying teasing these men.

   Once everyone was taken care of, Tara returned to her seat.  She was
careful when she sat so no one could see up her skirt, but it was plain to
see the skirt rode up when she sat down.

   A few hands were played, and it was just like it had been for the past
few hours.  The men talked amongst themselves, talked to Tara, flirted with
her a little and so on...

   Zander caught Adam's gaze after a hand finished and Adam nodded.  Zander
nodded back.

   "Tara," Adam called out, "Come over here." His tone was slightly firmer
than it had been all night.

   "Yes, sir," Tara replied.

   She slipped off her chair, and hastily pulled the skirt back down over
her ass.  Once she got that straight, she walked around the table to Adam's
side.

   "Tara, I think it's time we all saw those tits of yours," he said.

   "Yes, sir."

   "Take that top off." He told her.

   "Yes, sir."

   Tara crossed her arms, grabbed the tube top and lifted it up over her
head.  The men at the table all sat silent as her breasts were revealed to
them.  They were still underneath the fishnet, but they were easily
visible.

   One of the guys broke the silence by saying, "Whoa..." The rest of the
guys then joined in stunned responses.  "Holy shit..." "Oh wow..." "Yes!"

   Tara stood beside Adam like the slave she was.  She knew this was the
point Zander had told her about.  At some point during the 3rd outfit, Adam
was going to be in control of her, and she was instructed to do anything he
said.  So, Tara stood next to him awaiting his next command.

   "Very nice." He complimented her.  "Now, go get me a beer and some
pretzels." He ordered her.

   "Yes, sir." She confirmed.

   She turned and walked to the kitchen.  The rest of the table watched her
walk, but then turned quickly to Adam.  The all seemed to ask him at once,
"What the hell, man?" "Why did she listen to you?" "What's up with that?"

   Adam looked to the kitchen, then back at the players.  "Well, she is
mine to control for the next hour or so," he told them.  "I can tell her to
do anything I want."

   "Anything?" Several men asked.

   "Well, yes, anything within the rules," he told them.  "But, the rules
leave a lot of fun to be had," he said with a smile.

   "Whoa!" "Wow!" "Damn!" All the men shockingly exclaimed.

   "So, once I get going, just let me know if any of you have any
requests."

   All the guys exchanged looks amongst themselves and seemingly licked
their chops at the prospects before them.  They all waited for Tara to
return from the kitchen.

   She came around the bar with a beer in hand and a bowl of pretzels.  She
held them in her hands in front of her, but all the guys were staring at
her chest.  They continued doing so when she placed the bowl on the small
table and then the drink in front of Adam.  This time, when she bent over,
her breasts pressed against the fishnet body stocking.  All the men drooled
at the sight.

   "Thank you, Tara."

   "You're welcome, sir."

   "Now, go ahead and lose that skirt while you're standing there."

   "Yes, sir."

   Tara hooked her thumbs inside the skirt and pushed it over her hips. 
The skirt fell to the floor and she stepped out of it.  The men all stared
at her almost completely exposed body.  Her breasts were on display beneath
the fishnet and the only thing covering her pussy was a small thong over
the stocking.  The men had lost all interest in the game for the moment. 
It took Adam to break their gaze.

   "Now, whose deal is it?" He asked holding the deck of cards.

   One by one, the men snapped free of their hypnotic stares and tried to
re-focus on their game.  Tara remained at Adam's side while one of the men
shuffled the cards.

   "Tara," said Adam.

   "Yes, sir."

   "Go stand over there." He said pointing to the side of the table
opposite him.  "I want a better view."

   "Yes, sir." She walked around the table, again, the guys watching her
now exposed ass bounce with every step until she was opposite Adam.

   "Yes, that's better." He said.  "I like that a lot better.  I don't have
to turn around to see those tits and that thong now."

   Tara stood in the direct eyeline of Adam, between two other players. 
Inside the slow betting, Tara watched the men next to her turn their heads
and look at her.  Their faces less than a foot from her body, their eyes
showed exactly which part of her body they were looking at.

   She stood there for an entire hand.  The men who didn't play out the
hand spent most of their down time looking at her.  She simply tried to
remain still and looked over the game through her mask.

   Once the cards were collected and passed to the next dealer, one of the
men turned to Adam and half-whispered, "Hey, man.  I sure would like to see
her ass some more."

   Adam replied to him in a normal voice, "Sure, why not?  Tara," he called
to her," turn around for us and show us your ass."

   "Yes, sir." Tara turned around and faced away from the table.

   "Come on, now, show us that ass.  Bend over." Adam clarified.

   Tara bent over at her waist.  Her thong split her ass cheeks and pulled
at the fishnet underneath it.  It certainly felt as though the thong was
not completely tight against her skin as she was bent over like that.

   Several guys expressed their appreciation for what they were seeing. 
But, Adam's voice cut through them all, "Nice, Tara.  Nice..."

   Every guy was turned in their chair to look at Tara.  For a few moments
they enjoyed the view, but then one of them suddenly spoke up, "Hhhmmm... I
don't know, but it seems like there's still something in the way."

   A couple guys seemed surprised when Adam agreed, "Yeah, you're right."
He issued an order to Tara, "Tara, stay right there and get rid of that
thong."

   "Yes, sir," she responded.  Reaching up with her hands and still bent
over, she slid the thong over her ass, hips, and finally her thighs. 
Finally, her pussy was visible to all the guys at the table.  Peering
through the fishnet, they could see her pussy and ass.  She wondered if
they could see how wet she was at the moment.

   The men all quietly, but excitedly looked upon her nearly naked ass. 
They all exchanged incredulous comments as if they couldn't believe they
were staring at such a pretty pussy.

   "Yes, stay like that for a second, Tara." Adam told her.

   "Yes, sir."

   "Mmmm...  That's nice," Adam commented.  The others agreed in their own
ways.

   "Now, come here, Tara."

   "Yes, sir." She said as she stood back up and walked around the table
again.

   "I want to play a hand with you on my lap," he said.  He pushed himself
away from the table and smacked his hands on his thighs.  Tara turned in
front of him and sat in his lap.  Adam situated himself and tried to reach
the table.

   "Go ahead and put your arm around my neck, Tara," he told her.

   "Yes, sir." Tara was nervous enough being naked in front of so many guys
for the first time, but sitting on a guy's lap was even more shocking to
her.  Shocking that she was obeying!

   She lifted her arm over the man's head and leaned back a little against
him.  Her breast pressed against his chest.  The rest of the men at the
table were all stunned.

   The cards were dealt and the players were able to collect themselves and
play out the hand.  Tara remained on Adam's lap as he looked at his cards,
played with his chips, and made his bets.  He did all of this with one hand
while the other arm he placed behind her back.  His hand rested on her hip.
She could feel his thumb stroke her skin slightly over the fishnet.

   The play went around the table twice before Adam decided to fold his
cards.  He tossed his cards to the dealer and let his hand drop to Tara's
legs.  He let his hand land on her thigh, and he even gave her a gentle
squeeze.

   Here she was sitting on a stranger's lap, virtually naked, and he had
both of his hands on her!  One hand was at her hip, and the other was
secretly squeezing her thigh just inches from her increasingly wet pussy.
Zander had told her all of this was within the rules, but she was
surprising herself how she was allowing it to happen.  And, how much it was
turning her on!  She was becoming so aroused taking orders from someone
other than her master and letting another man put his hands on her.

   The hand played out and the winner collected his chips.  Adam raised his
hand from her leg and then smacked her thigh firmly, but lightly enough. 
"Now, I think Chris over there would appreciate you accompanying him for a
hand."

   "Yes, sir." Tara stood up and walked over to Chris.  He pushed himself
away from the table just as Adam did, and she took a seat on his lap. 
Chris was a bit smaller than Adam, so she had to sit a little higher on his
lap.  She reached around his neck just as she had done with Adam, her
breast pressed against Chris' chest.

   About halfway through the hand, Tara could feel Chris begin to get hard
underneath her leg.  His cock strained against his pants and pressed
against her leg.  She was turning on this guy just sitting on his lap.  Her
pussy continued to get wet.

   The next hand she was passed off to the next guy.  Once again, she sat
on a man's lap, put her hand around his neck and sat quietly as the played
their hand.  This happened until she had spent one hand in every guy's lap.
Their every movement she felt against her skin, and more than the one guy
started to get hard while she sat with them.  After the 3rd guy, she was
worried her pussy would leak on their pants.  When she stood up off the 4th
guy's lap, her worries were confirmed.  There on the man's pants was a
quarter-sized wet spot.  She didn't know if the man would notice or not;
she just moved to the next man for the next hand.

   The sixth and final man's turn happened to be a longer than usual hand.
There were several rounds of betting and 3 of the guys remained in the
action.  She had endured nearly 20 minutes of sitting naked on 6 different
man's laps and had a dozen new hands placed on her body.  A few of those
hands roamed closer to certain parts of her body than others.  One man
basically had his full hand on one of her ass cheeks while she sat on him
and another had his hand so high on her thigh, her skin started tingling
with arousal.  The man before this last player attempted to assist her up
off his lap and let one of his hands reach a little higher than she
expected, and it pressed up under her breast.  She was being felt up by 6
different strangers!

   Finally, the last hand was finished and she stood up off the final man's
lap.  The man was right next to Adam, so when she stood, the man slapped
Adam on the arm, and pointed to the large wet spot on his jeans.

   "Oooo, Tara!" Adam exclaimed.  "It looks like you're enjoying yourself
on our laps, aren't you?"

   Half embarrassed, but still truthfully, she admitted, "Yes, I am, sir."
She turned to the man and apologized, "I'm sorry, sir."

   "Oh, god no!" He said.  "Don't you be sorry.  That's hot as hell!"

   "How hot are you, Tara?" Adam asked.

   "I don't know, sir." She replied.  The response was more for the fact
that she didn't know how to answer rather than saying "Fucking hot!" like
her body was screaming.

   "Well, why don't you find out?  Go ahead and take your hand and find
out."

   "Yes, sir." Tara reached between her legs and pressed a finger against
her pussy, only the fishnet was between the two.

   Before she could pull her finger away and show it to Adam, Zander stood
up from the couch.  "Here," he spoke, "let me help you out a little bit,
Tara."

   Tara felt Zander kneel at her side before she could see him and watched
as he pressed against the inside of her legs, forcing her feet apart.  Once
she was standing with her feet further apart, Zander reached up between her
thighs and grabbed the fishnet.  "Oh yes, she's turned on," he commented.
She could feel both of his hands working with the fishnet between her legs.
She felt him ball his hands nearly into fists and pull them apart. 
Everyone in the room heard the fishnet rip when he pulled it.  Zander
adjusted his hands between her thighs and pulled again.  The "RRIIPP"
sounded through the room once again.  Zander brought his head in front of
her to examine his work; his head just inches from her sopping wet pussy.

   "There we go," he announced and stood back up to retreat to the couch
again.

   Tara stood there facing the table, a torn hole in her fishnets now bore
her clean-shaven pussy to the whole room.  The men were all "ooo-ing" and
"aaa-ing" as she stood there with her legs apart.

   "Now, Tara, show us how wet you are," Adam commanded her.

   Tara obediently responded by pressing her hand between her legs and
immediately driving a finger into herself.  She sawed it back and forth a
couple times letting her juices coat the finger fully.  She removed the
finger after a few seconds and slowly spun in back and forth in front of
her letting the light shine on it.  The men were excitedly stunned, their
eyes wide open, but their mouths fully agape.

   One man stared unblinkingly at her pussy, and quietly said, "Do that
again."

   Adam repeated the command, "Touch yourself again, Tara."

   Tara reached down, inserted a finger, and looked at the faces staring
her down at the table.

   "Two fingers, Tara," Adam said.

   "Yes, sir." She said as she inserted another finger into her dripping
pussy.  She stared at Adam, but he never took his eyes off her hand at her
opening.

   All the men watched her finger herself for a few moments.  Comments were
thrown her way, like: "Wow," "That's so fucking hot!", and "Holy shit!"
Instinctively, she reached up with her other hand and started massaging her
breast.

   One man noticed, "Jesus, look at that.  She's really getting into this."
When she heard that, she realized how turned on she was getting.  She was
basically masturbating herself in front of 6 strangers through a hole in
her fishnets that her master had ripped for her.

   She kept driving her fingers into herself in front of these men when she
noticed Adam break his stare for a moment.  She then heard her master move
behind her.  She felt him rise up behind her and then felt his hand at her
neck.  He pulled her back against him and forced her head back to his.  He
whispered in her ear as he held her, "I think you might like to use this."
As he spoke, she felt something being dragged across her stomach and then
up between her breasts.  A couple of the men started saying their comments
louder when she finally saw Zander's hand bringing her dildo up to her
mouth.  He squeezed her neck and whispered, "Open up," and she opened her
mouth to accept the fake cock.

   Zander pushed the dildo into her mouth while her one hand still fingered
her pussy.  She was fingering herself, massaging her own breast and was now
being fed a dildo in front of all these men.

   After a few strokes in her mouth, Zander told her, "You take it." Tara
took the hand from her breast and grabbed the dildo from Zander.  She
focused her gaze upon it in front of her instead of the guys at the table
and continued to suck it.

   After a several seconds, Adam spoke up, "Move to the barstool, Tara. 
Don't you dare take those fingers out of that pussy."

   Tara turned her head to locate her chair.  She removed the dildo from
her mouth to put her hand on the arm of the chair.  She stepped up onto the
chair and positioned herself to face the men at the table.  She leaned back
in the chair and spread her thighs so the men could see her hand thrusting
in and out of her pussy.  Once she was in place, she returned the fake cock
to her mouth.  All the men stared at her while she masturbated herself and
sucked on her dildo in perfect view.

   "Have her use the dildo instead," one man said out the side of his mouth
to Adam.  He didn't want to turn away for even a second.

   "Yes," Adam agreed.  "Tara, use that dildo on your pussy."

   "Uh, humm," was her reply since the dildo was still in her mouth.

   She slowly removed her fingers from her pussy, bringing them up in front
of her, and played with her own slickness in front of the men.  She spread
her fingers to reveal the strings of pussy juice between them.  The guys
all exclaimed when they saw this, "Awwww!"...  "Wow!"...  "Damn!"...

   After repeating that trick a few times, she brought the dildo to her
fingers so she could run her wet fingers over the wet dildo.  She lowered
both hands to her pussy.  She spread her pussy open with her slick fingers
and positioned the dildo in front of her hole with the other.  She watched
the dildo sink inside of her as she pushed it in.  All the players at the
table loudly called out when they saw the dildo disappear into Tara.

   Tara started driving the dildo in and out of her pussy while her fingers
made circles over her clit.  She looked up and saw the six men staring
directly at her wet pussy, dildo, and fingers.  She was masturbating for a
room full of strangers and she was feeling an orgasm building.  Her legs
started to twitch as they struggled against the impending orgasm and
holding her up in the chair.

   She rubbed more vigorously with her fingers and held the dildo deep
inside her.  The orgasm built even faster.  Her legs started to shake.  The
orgasm hit her, and her legs clapped shut around the dildo still inside
her. She arched her back up away from the chair, and she cried out from her
open mouth.  She thrashed her head from side to side as the orgasm rolled
over her again and again.  Every man stared at her in silence.

   The orgasm slowed and Tara opened her eyes.  She continued to rub her
pussy slowly enjoying the sensitivity and looked out at the table in front
of her.  She felt like such a slut having an orgasm with a dildo deep in
her pussy right in front of all these guys, but at the same time, she loved
it.  She loved feeling like a slut in this moment.

   Almost on cue, Zander appeared beside her and reached between her legs.
He replaced her hand on the dildo and slowly removed it from her wet pussy.
Tara looked at him and tried to catch her breath.  Zander let the dildo
release from her pussy and brought it straight up to her mouth.  Looking
directly at her, he put it right at her lips.  Looking back at him, she
opened her mouth and accepted the used dildo into her mouth.  The men all
cheered in appreciation as she sucked the cock into her mouth and tasted
herself...

   Zander and Tara walked back down the hall, Tara still had her mask on,
but she was dressed in the white top and tights she wore at the beginning
of the night.  When they entered the living room, all the men clapped and
cheered for Tara.  Adam approached Zander, thanked him and Tara for letting
them be a part of this and handed Zander an envelope.  "We collected all
the chips we threw at Tara after her 'show' and cashed them in already. 
So, this is your tip.  Thank you very much." Zander handed the envelope to
Tara and thanked all the men in the room before they walked out the door.

   Second Outfit = A halter top and black skirt with lace on each side of
the hips.

   Final outfit = Fishnet body stocking, with black tube top covering tits,
black thong covering pussy, high heels.