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 THE HARD BODY CLERK: CONTINUING EDUCATION BY DL SLOAN CHAPTER 5: TO THE
VICTOR GOES THE SPOILS

   "Look in your upper right dresser drawer," Victor said on the message.
"You will find a white sling bathing suit I would like you to wear.  You
will also find a white t-shirt, which you may wear over the top.  You may
not wear any shorts or other covering over the bottom.  You will also find
white heels you must wear.  They strap around your ankles.  I'm sure you've
worn some like them before.  There is also a black collar you should put
around your neck.  Before you get dressed, rub baby oil all over your body
and put your nipple rings in.  I would like your hair down and you're the
same candy red lipstick you wore yesterday.  I expect you to follow these
directions explicitly and to be at my suite no later than 8 a.m.  The door
will be open.  Knock twice, then come in."

   Cori looked at the clock.  She had plenty of time, but she couldn't take
time to relax like she had hoped.  This endless three-day fuck fest was
wearing her out.  She hoped Victor would take it easy on her today.  Not so
much the sex part - she felt like he deserved to get every bit as much as
the other two had and maybe more since he had waited the longest for his
own day and had been pretty nice to her throughout - but the activities. 
Golf, tennis, snorkeling, fishing, not to mention the photo shoots and
various public appearances had worn her down.  She understood he'd probably
want to show her off too, but maybe just a nice quiet dinner or walk on the
beach would be nice.  Everyone could still see them together without the
physical toll of all the other activities.

   But, if that's what he wanted, she would go along without complaint. 
She had one more day to go.  It had gone better than she had expected so
far and she was determined to not just finish it, but finish it right.  She
could rest tomorrow.  And the next day and several days after that!

   She rubbed baby oil all over her body, making her skin look even darker
and feel even smoother and softer.  She put the nipple rings in - no chain
this time - and put the sling on.  She was surprised to see that this one
actually had very wide straps that easily covered her nipples and part of
her breasts.  The string running between her ass cheeks and up her back was
spaghetti thin like most, however and the suit was a little too short,
which made it press tightly against her pussy lips, wrapping around them
and showing off her camel toe.

   She put on the heels - 4-inch high white ones with straps that circled
her ankles and a strap over the top, showing off her toes.  The custom-made
black collar said "Vic's Bitch" on it - pretty tame compared to many she
had worn - the words written in shiny silver beads.  It was a thin collar,
looking more like a choker than some sort of bondage gear.

   She put on the t-shirt.  It was thin, white with the letters "BJ" in
bright red letters on the front and "U" on the back.  She wasn't sure why
he wanted her to wear this, but she could guess what the "BJ" stood for. 
Not surprisingly, he had gotten her a small, which was big enough for her
shoulders and torso, but didn't allow enough room for her full breasts. 
So, the t-shirt sort of draped over them, falling just short of her navel.
Still, it was more covering than she was used to and it helped make her
walk across the resort a little more comfortable.

   She knocked on his door twice, then entered just as she'd been told. 
She looked around, expecting to see him waiting for her, but he wasn't in
the living area or kitchen.  She admired the décor, which was elegant and
classy.  She went into the bedroom, figuring he'd be laying there with a
hard-on.  Not there either.  She looked in the bathroom, but there was no
sign of him.  She looked out on the balcony and he wasn't there either. 
She was starting to get worried.  Had something happened to him?  Had she
misunderstood the directions?  Or was someone else waiting for her, ready
to jump out?  She walked back into the living room, intent on leaving and
going back to her suite to call him from there.  Then, she noticed the note
on the TV.

   "Cori, play the DVD," was all it said.  She looked on the sofa table and
saw a DVD with "Cori" written on the disc.  She put it in the DVD player
and hit play.  She found a towel and put it on the soft leather sofa before
she sat down so she wouldn't get baby oil all over it.

   She watched the screen and Victor's face appeared.  She noticed that it
was night time and that he was wearing the same clothes as he had been
yesterday and figured he must have taped this last night.  Probably with
Sam's help.

   "Good morning, Cori," Victor smiled into the camera.  "I can't wait for
our day.  It's going to be a lot of fun.  And I have a big surprise for you
that I think you'll like.  I know this is probably a kind of scary way to
start the day, but I assure you I will see you very soon and that you will
not be harmed in any way.  This is a role play and you've shown so far that
you're excellent at playing your role.

   "I want you to take off your t-shirt and go to the third suite from here
- 415 - and knock on the door," Victor continued.  "The man who stays there
is named Barry Coffman and he's usually there alone even though he's always
bragging about these hot women he claims to have back in Colorado.  I know
he's here this week because I saw him yesterday.  He doesn't know about
this role play, so he won't know you're coming or why you're there.  But
you'll tell him that you're looking for me.  Show him the collar and tell
him you're lost.  When he tries to tell you where to go, insist - beg if
you have to - that he bring you to my place.  You're hopelessly lost,
tragically naïve and ditzy and all you want to do is find your man whom
you're sure is suffering with a big old hard-on, waiting for you."

   Victor chuckled and Cori laughed too.  Unbelievable, she thought.  And
yet, she knew he really expected her to do this.  She knew that somehow he
probably had cameras rigged up along the path between the suites to capture
the action, 1) to make sure she did as instructed and 2) to have a record
of his fantasy brought to life.

   "On the way back, you will slip and fall.  You won't hurt yourself, but
you'll knock the straps off her tits.  You'll pretend not to notice.  We'll
see if he lets it go or tells you.  If he tells you, ask him to put them
back for you.  If he doesn't just make sure he gets a good eyeful.  You'll
also bend over at least once to adjust the strap on your ankle.  Make sure
he's behind you when you do this.

   "When you get back here, just stay in character.  I don't want to ruin
the surprise, but you'll know what to do when the time comes.  It won't
happen, but if he tries to pull anything, don't worry.  I'll be watching.
You won't be harmed by him, me or anyone else.

   "Now, take off that t-shirt, tweak your nipples and go to work."

   Cori shut off the DVD and took off the t-shirt, folding it and leaving
it on the couch.  She pulled the straps of the sling to the sides of her
breasts and pulled and rubbed her nipples and the rings, making sure they
were hard, pointing out visibly under the suit.  She put the straps back in
place and walked out the door and down the path.  The grounds here were
immaculate and there was a lot of landscaping.  These suites had a lot of
space in between them, allowing for privacy for each of these rich
residents.  Her heels clacked on the sidewalk as she strode past the first
two suites, finally coming to 415.

   She took a deep breath and stepped to the door, knocking softly.  After
a moment, a man came to the door.  She assumed it was Barry Coffman, but
didn't dare ask for fear of blowing her cover.  Instead, she smiled at him,
pretending not to notice him check her out.  He appeared to be in his 40s,
medium height with dark brown hair, brown eyes and a broad, toothy smile.
He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of baggy shorts and some flip flops.
He had a broad chest with lots of hair and a bit of pot belly that
suggested he'd probably had a few too many beers in his day.

   "Well, good morning young lady," he grinned.  "Care to come in?"

   Come in?  Wow, this guy was something else.  "Uh, no, I don't think so,"
Cori said, using her best bubbly girl voice.  "I need to find Victor Jones'
suite.  Do you know where it is?"

   "Hmm, I'm not sure," Coffman said.  "Why don't you come inside and we'll
see if I have his number anywhere."

   "Really?" Cori asked, schoolgirl-like, "Well, gee, I don't know.  He
told me to come right to his suite.  He said it was an emergency.  He had
to have to have me there right now.  Oh, I'm supposed to be there!  See?"
She pointed to the collar, showing him that she was "Vic's Bitch."

   "So, you're Victor's bitch, huh?" Coffman sneered.  "Looks like his luck
is finally looking up.  If you're his bitch, shouldn't you know where his
suite is?"

   "Well, I've been there before," Cori stammered, quickly making up an
excuse, "but he likes to blindfold me sometimes and a lot of times it's
late at night.  I just can't remember the number and these places all look
the same in the daytime."

   "He blindfolds you?"

   "Yes, you know, kinda role playing," Cori said.  "Handcuffs, costumes,
stuff like that."

   "I see," Coffman said, obviously intrigued.  "Look, whatever's he paying
you, I'll double it."

   "Paying?  Oh, no," Cori said.  "He doesn't pay me anything.  I'm his
little for free.  I love being his bitch.  Well, today I'm his bitch. 
Yesterday I was his slut.  He likes to give me different names on different
days.  Oh, he's so wonderful.  And I just know he needs me.  He probably
has such a big hard-on right now and I'm not there to take care of it for
him.  Please help me!"

   "All right," Coffman said.  "I gotta see this for myself.  Follow me."
He didn't bother to put a shirt on, just stepped out, closing the door
behind him.  "One thing I think you should know about old Victor, though,"
he said, leading her back down the path she had just traveled, "he's got a
different girl here every month.  If you're counting on him to be your
sugar daddy, you're barking up the wrong tree.  He'll leave you here
selling beer at a golf course in two weeks."

   "Oh, no, he'd never do that," Cori said.  "He loves me.  He says he
couldn't do without me for even one day."

   "Whatever," Coffman said.  "Believe that if you want, but I'm just
telling you, when he dumps you, you come back down to my place.  I'll be
your sugar daddy all right.  Anything you want, babe."

   "Wow, thanks," Cori said.  "I really ... ooh," she pretended to stumble
and fall.  She was behind him a couple steps and quickly pulled the straps
off both sides of her breasts, letting the straps push them together.

   "Are you OK?" he asked, spinning around and kneeling next to her.

   "Yeah, just clumsy," Cori said.  "You'd think I'd be used to walking in
these things, but every once in a while ..."

   "Well, they can be awkward, especially when you're so, uh, top heavy,"
Coffman leered.  "Speaking of, you seem to have spilled out there.  Here,
let me help you.  I'm sure Victor would appreciate me keeping you covered
up like the innocent, shy girl you are."

   "Oh, thanks!" Cori gushed as he slowly placed the straps back over her
nipples.  "You're so sweet!"

   "One way to find out just how sweet I am, sweet cakes," he said, making
a blowjob motion with his hand and mouth.

   "Oooh, you're too funny," Cori giggled.  "Oh, is that a snake?" she
pointed into the grass and ran ahead of him.  He looked around and saw
nothing.

   "Where, I don't see anything," he said.

   "I thought it was there," she said.  "It looked like a snake.  A big. 
Thick.  Long.  One." She stretched out these words, emphasizing their
double meaning.  Then, before he could get back in front of her, she turned
around and bent over at the waist, pretending to adjust the strap on her
shoe while giving him a perfect view of her ass.  "Oh, I think this came
loose when I fell," she whined as she loosened the strap.  "Can you help
me?"

   Coffman stepped forward and knelt next to her long, smooth legs,
tightening the strap, then looking up and getting an eyeful of her ass and
the barely covered pussy mound that was only inches from his face.  Cori
wasn't sure what she'd do if he groped her - would Victor want her to let
him?  She guessed she'd go along with it until Victor stepped in.  Coffman
stumbled - or pretended to, Cori wasn't sure - as he got up and reached out
to catch himself.  Cori wasn't surprised when both hands found themselves
on her - one on her hip and the other her ass - as he caught himself and
regained his balance.

   "Sorry," he laughed.  "Lost my balance."

   "We're both a little wobbly today, huh?" Cori smiled.

   They proceeded on, Victor now encouraging her to go ahead of him while
he no doubt enjoyed the one-of-a-kind show Cori's ass in a thong presented.

   "This is it, sweet cheeks," Coffman said as they approached Victor's
place.  He led her to the door and they were both surprised to find a flyer
taped to it.  It said "Lost Pet" in bold letters at the top and below it
were two pictures of Cori.  She recognized yesterday's golf outfit
immediately.  All of the guys had been taking pictures, so they had plenty
to choose from.  The ones on the flyer - which was printed in full color -
were one of her facing straight on, her jacket three-quarters of the way
unzipped, her cleavage and nipple chain popping out.  The picture was
cropped just below the hemline of her skirt.  Beside it was a profile shot
of her in the same outfit, this one full-body, showing off her long legs
and heels.  She noted that she wasn't wearing the leg warmers, so this
picture was taken after she had taken them off.

   Under the pictures, in smaller type, it read: 22-year-old blonde. 
36-22-34.  5-6, 120.  Blue eyes.  Pierced ears, nipples and navel.  Answers
to Slut, Bitch, Babe and Cori.  Last scene wearing nearly nothing ...
except a collar that says "Vic's Bitch" If found, please call Victor at
VIC-BABE.  Huge reward if unharmed and untouched!

   "Wow, looks like he's desperate to find you," Coffman said.  "That's
quite a description.  Nice pictures too."

   "Oh, I wonder if he's here.  He said he would be.  He said to knock
twice and come in.  Do you think I should?"

   Coffman tried the handle without knocking.  "Locked," he said.  "Better
call him, huh?" Fortunately, he had thought to stuff his cell phone in his
pocket on the way out the door.  He dialed the number and Victor answered.

   "Hey Vic," Coffman said.  "I got your bitch here."

   "Where is she?" Victor demanded, doing his best to sound angry.  "What
did you do to her?"

   "Hey, I haven't done anything," Coffman said defensively.  "Not that I
wouldn't like to.  Damn, she's a fine piece of ass.  But she knocked on my
door about 15 minutes ago, lost.  I brought her to your place.  We're
standing outside your door right now."

   "All right," Victor said, his voice calmer.  "Thanks.  I'm sorry I
accused you.  Thanks for taking care of her.  I'll be there in five
minutes. Tell you what, you have a seat and tell her to pick the weeds out
of the flower garden there in the front.  Trust me, you'll enjoy the show."

   "Oh, I believe it," Coffman said.  Then, while Victor was still on the
phone, Coffman said to Cori, "He wants you to weed the flower garden while
we're waiting for him to get back."

   Cori knew exactly what he wanted.  He wanted her to drive Coffman crazy.
Well, she was pretty sure she'd already done that.  But if more is what
Victor wanted, more is what she'd deliver.

   Coffman hung up and sat down in a lounge chair, pulling it up so that he
was only a few feet away from Cori.  What was the point in trying to be
discreet now, he figured.  She was showing off her body to anyone who
wanted to look and Victor had given him the greenlight to look all he
wanted.  So, he sat, staring at her ass and legs while she bent over and
diligently plucked at non-existent weeds.

   Cori enhanced the show by spreading her legs enough so he'd be able to
see the pussy pouch between her thighs and bent from one side to the other,
legs straight at all times, so he'd get profile shots of her breasts
hanging down.  She exaggerated all of her movements, making her hips and
ass and tits shake and jiggle as much as possible.

   After about five minutes of this, Coffman's phone rang and Cori turned
around.  She noticed that he had an erection and one hand resting between
his legs.  "Hey Vic," he answered.  "Yeah, she's fine.  Haven't let her out
of my sight."

   "Good," Victor said.  "Listen, I really appreciate this.  I got held up
and it's going to be another five minutes or so before I get there.  I need
to ask another favor."

   "I never we were such good friends," Coffman scoffed, "but go ahead."

   "I'm horny as hell.  I woke up this morning, ready to fuck my bitch and
she never showed when I called her.  Now, I'm so horny I'm about to pop. 
The second I get there, I'm going to have to bang her good and hard, you
know?"

   "That would be my advice," Coffman laughed.

   "Well, it's probably already wet, but I want to make sure.  Can you
please rub her pussy for me and make sure she's ready?  I don't want to
waste a second when I get there."

   "You want me to heat up her cunt for you?" Coffman said, looking at
Cori, who tried to hide her surprise.  "You better tell her yourself."

   "No, no," Victor said.  "That won't be necessary.  Just do it and I'll
be right there."

   He hung up and watched the show.  He had been hiding in some bushes just
down from the suite when Cori arrived that morning, making sure she got
there OK and was dressed properly.  He had followed along, ducking behind
trees and bushes all the way to Coffman's and back, his powerful binoculars
allowing him to maintain a very safe distance.

   Now, he was inside the suite just across from his.  It was unoccupied
this month, but he and the owner had exchanged keys years ago, trusting
each other to check on their places in their absence.  He had a perfect
view of the whole show now.  Plus, they couldn't hear him on the phone.  He
had already checked in with Miles and Sam, who were carrying out their part
of the plan as well.

   He watched as Coffman pulled Cori too him, making her bend over in front
of him and spread her legs.  He pulled the strap over to the side and
rubbed his fingers over her pussy.

   "Ol' Vic was right," Coffman said, breathing heavily now as his
excitement grew, "you're already wet.  You're as horny as he is, aren't you
babe?"

   "Yeah," Cori whined, her breathing exaggerated, sounding almost like
panting.  "I'm horny all the time."

   "I bet you are," Coffman said.  "Well, if Ol' Vic's ever not getting the
job done, you just come on down and I'll give you what you need."

   "Ooh, thanks!" Cori mewed.  "I'd like that!  But Vic's soooo good.  He
gets me off every time." She wasn't sure if Victor was watching or
listening, but she suspected he was doing at least one or the other, so she
was making it the best visual and audible performance she could.  "Oh, that
feels so good."

   "Poor little cunt just needed some attention, didn't it?" Coffman said.
He now had three fingers inside her, pumping slowly.  He watched them go in
and out, her soft pussy hugging his fingers tightly.  He was rubbing his
crotch with his other hand, fighting the urge to fuck her.  Hell, he was
about ready to pop.  He'd probably be done before Victor even got there.

   Just then, he heard Victor's voice and turned to see him walking up the
sidewalk.  "She's ready for you, man," Coffman said.

   "Good," Victor said.  He jogged forward, grabbed Cori by the rest and
pulled her inside, leaving the door open.  Coffman figured it was an
invitation to watch the show and followed them inside.  Victor hadn't been
kidding about wasting no time.  By the time Coffman got to the bedroom, all
he saw was Cori's heels high in the air and Victor's ass pumping away. 
Coffman walked around to get a better view and watched Cori's tits bounce
all over her chest as Victor gave her a good hard screwing.  Technically,
she was still clothed, as Victor had simply pushed the straps over her
breasts aside and had done likewise with the thong strap.

   "Hold these," Victor grunted at him, pushing her feet into Coffman's
hands.  Coffman climbed on the bed above Cori's head and pulled her feet
back over her head, spreading her legs as wide as he could at the same
time. He now had a great view of not only her tits, but also her tight
little cunt being split open by Victor's cock.  Pre-cum was seeping out of
Coffman's cock, staining the front of his shorts.  He let his crotch rub
across Cori's head a couple of times, welcoming any sort of contact he
could get at this point.

   Victor was absolutely nailing Cori, calling her a slut and a whore and
telling her that her little cunt needed to be available to him at a
moment's notice at all times from now on.  She was panting, yes, yes, in
response to either his commands or his fucking or both.  Damn, what a
fucking show, Coffman thought.

   Cori remembered that she had told Coffman she came every time Victor
fucked her and started elevating her cries and moans and whimpers.  "Make
that bitch cum," Coffman encouraged Victor.  "Pound that cunt until she
cums all over."

   Victor just grunted in response, thrusting even harder and faster.  Cori
knew he wouldn't be able to keep up the frantic pace for long and launched
into a series of moans and whimpers, leading up to a massive fake orgasm.
She flared her nostrils and groaned and squealed, arching her back, then
collapsing back onto the bed.

   "Yeah, bitch!" Coffman yelled, high-fiving Victor, who was still driving
into her, though his pace had slowed slightly while he watched what he knew
was a fake orgasm.  He'd seen the real thing from her and could tell this
was just part of the show for Coffman.  Nonetheless, Victor appreciated the
effort.  It was a very convincing performance and his cock lurched inside
her, an involuntary response to her erotic writhing and moaning.

   When she fell back, he picked up the pace again, urging Coffman to
spread her wider as he drilled into her as deeply as he could.  "She just
creamed all over your cock," Coffman said gleefully.  "Fuck that creamy
cunt.  Make her cum again!"

   Cori wondered if she should pretend to go through a series of orgasms,
but Victor's real one interrupted the plan.  He hammered harder and harder
until he couldn't take it any more, quickly ripping his cock out of her and
spraying cum all over Cori's belly.  Coffman let her legs drop and Victor
crawled up her body and fed her his cock, letting her clean off the last
bits of cum as they dribbled out of his dick.

   "Thanks," Victor said to Coffman as he wiped his wet cock against Cori's
cheek and climbed off the bed.  "Look, I know we haven't always been best
neighbors here, but I appreciate this.  I was going to give a reward for
her return, but I know you don't need the money.  But it does look like you
need to get off.  If she gave you a hand job, would that be fair?"

   "I'd prefer a blowjob," Coffman said.

   "Sorry," Victor said.  "All of her holes belong to me."

   "Understood," Coffman shrugged.  "Definitely, a hand job would be
great."

   Cori sat up and scooped the cum off her belly with her fingers, feeding
herself while Coffman shimmied out of his shorts and lay back on the bed.
His cock was hard, thick and wet on the tip.  Cori grabbed it, using his
own pre-cum to lubricate the motion as she slowly jerked it up and down. 
Victor had ambled away, but returned quickly and offered her some lotion.
She squirted it on her hands, then rubbed it on Coffman's cock.  All the
while, she kept looking up at him, making eye contact, licking her lips. 
She purposely let her tits brush against his thighs, his balls and his
cock. She straddled his leg, her wet pussy rubbing up and down on his
thigh.

   "Pussy's wet, bitch," Coffman grunted.

   "That's all the cream from me cumming," Cori said in a sultry voice that
no longer sounded at all like the ditzy, naïve girly voice she had used on
him earlier.  There was no reason to act innocent anymore.  "Does it feel
all hot and wet on your leg?"

   "Oh yeah," Coffman groaned.  "And I've got something hot and wet for you
soon, too.  Can she swallow mine too?" he asked Victor.

   "'Fraid not," Victor said.  "But you can cum all over her tits if you
like."

   "OK, good," Coffman grunted.  Cori's soft, nimble hands were working
wonders on his cock and just the sight of her gorgeous eyes, fuckable mouth
and firm tits was making him crazy.  She was stroking his balls just right
- not too hard like most chicks, but just enough to tickle and tease and
make his cum churn inside.  He felt it boiling up.  Getting hotter and
closer to erupting.  Cori bent close to his cock, slapping it against her
cheek while she continued to rub up and down on it.  He was so close - just
inches - from having it in her mouth.  Even a second inside would be
unbelievable, but the tease never gave in.  She just kept stroking it.

   She put it between her tits and rubbed them up and down along the sides
of his shaft.  Cori could feel the pre-cum oozing out of his cock head but
kept her eyes locked on his, anticipating that first blast of cum any time.
It came a few moments later, hitting the bottom of her chin and spilling
down her neck.  More blasts came, his cum flooding out the top of his dick
like a volcano, the lava flow spilling out all sides, drenching her neck
and tits with an impressive amount of white hot sperm.

   "That was nice, slut," he said.  "That was better than most girls can do
with their mouths and pussy.  Damn, that felt good."

   "Glad you liked it," Victor smiled.  He was holding Coffman's shorts
politely, a signal that it was time for the man to dress and leave. 
Coffman slipped on his pants and, with a final leer at Cori and slap on the
back for Victor, left, whistling a happy tune.

   Victor turned back to Cori, grinning.  "What did you think of that
little game?" he asked.

   "That was fun!" Cori said enthusiastically.  "I had no idea what you
were planning, but it was fun to just kind of go along with it.  I knew you
weren't going to let me get hurt, so I just tried to enjoy it and wait for
the next surprise."

   "Well, you played it perfectly," Victor said.

   "Thanks!" Cori responded, bouncing up on the bed, her cum-covered tits
jiggling for him.  "Can I wipe this off?"

   "Wipe?" Victor laughed.  "When's the last time you got to wipe cum off?"

   "But, you said you didn't want me to swallow it," Cori said.

   "No, I said I didn't want him to see you swallow it," Victor corrected.
"I, on the other hand, would love to watch you swallow it." To emphasize
the point, he sat next to her on the bed, staring down at her breasts. 
Cori lifted one breast then the other into her mouth, licking off as much
cum as she could reach with her tongue.  She made sure Victor got a good
look at the wad clinging to her left nipple before she sucked it off with a
noisy slurp and opened her mouth to show him how it stuck to end of her
tongue.  Then she swallowed.  What she couldn't get with her tongue she
scooped up with her fingers, feeding herself her second load of cum of the
day.  Somehow, she knew there would probably be more.

   "Did you like playing that role?" Victor asked while he watched her
finish her unconventional breakfast.

   "Sure," Cori said.  "It was fun.  I like role-playing like that.  The
Lost Pet sign was a nice touch."

   "I'm glad you liked it," Victor said.  "Because they're posted all over
the resort now."

   "What?" Cori asked, thinking about the crude things it said, the
suggestive pictures.

   "That's right," Victor smiled.  "Don't worry, it's all part of your next
role.  You won't be hurt, so keep your positive attitude and have fun with
it."

   "OK," Cori smiled, putting her faith in him.  "What's my role this
time?"

   "It's a bit more challenging," Victor smiled.  "But I know you can do
it. Have you ever pretended to be drunk or passed out?"

   "I don't know," Cori said honestly.  "I guess so.  I can remember
pretending to be asleep sometimes when I was a kid and then listening to my
mom and step-dad fuck or watch porn.  You know, the typical stuff.  But
that was a long time ago."

   "Well, like I said, I know you can do it," Victor said.  "What we're
going to do is find a small group of guys - who knows, maybe only one or
two - that we think we can do this with.  Sam and Miles are scouting around
right now.  These guys won't know what we're doing though, so there is a
little risk, I suppose, but Coffman didn't either and that turned out just
fine.  Just like before, we'll be around and keeping an eye on things, so
if anything gets out of hand, we'll be there."

   "OK," Cori nodded.  It made her a bit nervous, but she really did have
faith in these guys.  Every crazy thing they had pulled off so far had
worked just fine.

   "When we find the guys, one of us will approach them with the flyer,
making sure they see it," Victor said.  "Then, about five minutes later,
you'll wander along, acting drunk and disoriented and ditzy.  They'll
recognize you, of course, and the game will begin from there.  Will they
call the number?  Will they try to take advantage of you?  Will they just
move on and leave you for someone else?  Who knows?  But we'll be watching.
And listening."

   "Listening?" Cori asked.

   "Yes, you'll have this tiny microphone."

   "It looks like a belly button ring," Cori said.

   "Exactly," Victor said.  "And that's where you'll wear it.  They'll
never suspect it's anything else.  And it only transmits one way, so they
won't hear us or anything.  We'll be watching and won't let you out of
sight, but if something crazy happens or you don't feel safe, say `victory'
and we'll come running."

   "OK," Cori said.  "And just how much should I let them do?"

   "Well, no fucking or anything rough, obviously," Victor said.  "But if
they just want to grab your tits and ass and stuff like that, go with it.
If you don't think they're going to be out of hand, pretend to pass out. 
That should really be fun.  But if it doesn't feel right, just get out of
there or say the code word.  We're not trying to whore you out here, just
have some fun.  Got it?"

   "Got it," Cori said, shaking her head, surprised that she actually liked
this idea.  She loved teasing guys and pleasing them and she always loved
their compliments.  But it would be interesting to see how they treated her
and talked about her when they thought she couldn't hear or wouldn't
remember.  She would be pretending to be ultimately vulnerable, just
without all the dangers that would normally pose.  It was crazy, no doubt,
but it could be fun, too.  "Wow.  You're sure this will be OK?"

   "Of course," Victor said.  "And I promise, it's the last role play of
the day.  I have something else planned for the afternoon and evening."

   "OK," Cori nodded.

   Victor had her re-apply a fresh coat of baby oil to her dark, glistening
skin while they waited for a call from Sam and Miles.  She had finished and
was sipping on a bottle of water when they called.  They had located a trio
of men who had just returned from a morning swim and were walking back up
the hill toward their rooms.  They had seen the posters and commented that
they wished they had seen her because she looked like she'd be worth a good
long look.

   "Give them a good long look," Victor said, patting Cori's bare ass and
sending her on her way down the sloping trail toward the main part of the
resort.  If she stayed on this path, she'd almost surely see them.  She
kept her head up and eyes wide open, but purposely swayed and staggered as
she walked to practice a bit before her close up performance and so that
she could make sure that anyone who saw her from a distance would think she
was drunk even before they noticed who she was.

   She didn't see Sam, Miles or Victor, but assumed they had all dispersed
into various areas along the trail, ready to watch, listen and, if
necessary, intervene.  At least she hoped that was the case.  She wasn't
sure exactly what Victor was getting out of this, but he obviously liked
it. Was it the voyeurism?  The control?  The power?  He was dangling her
out there, offering everyone a look or a taste, then yanking her back and
hording her like a precious treasure.  Look but don't touch was usually the
message most guys wanted to send - `look how hot my babe is, don't you wish
you could fuck her?' But in Victor's case, it was more like look and touch,
but don't touch too much.  And since Coffman had received a handjob, it
wasn't like Victor was exactly keeping her off limits from those he was
teasing.  Sure, he'd made Coffman watch first, but the guy had still gone
away happy.  It was a thin line to walk, no doubt, and Cori was wobbling
all over the place.

   She spotted a trio of men walking up the path.  They were all looking at
a piece of paper.  She couldn't see what the paper was or what the men
looked like yet, but she guessed these were her guys and they were checking
out her flyer.  She was nervous, excited, trying to stay focused on playing
the role.  It was easy to do, too, because she really had to concentrate on
having the right movements, the right facial expression and the right
slurred, slow speech to pull it off.  She imagined herself as Meryl Streep,
losing herself in her character.  You're a ditzy, drunk, lost party girl,
she kept telling herself even though none of that was true.

   She had played characters before - slut, submissive, schoolgirl,
cheerleader, etc.  - but in those cases, the guys had always known she was
in character mode.  It was role playing and both parties knew how the scene
would play out, more or less.  This was different.  These guys didn't know
she wasn't a drunk party girl.  It was her job to make them believe she
was. And if she did, she had no idea how the scene would go.

   She made her eyes into narrow slits and let her head drop, bobbing from
side to side.  She walked pigeon toed, which she found helped her
exaggerate her staggering movements back and forth across the paved path.
She couldn't make out their features well, as she didn't want to get caught
staring at them.  They appeared to be three white guys, fairly young, maybe
20s or 30s.  She heard them commenting on the flyer as they passed it back
and forth, talking about her collar, her pet names and her body.  "Damn, if
I had a bitch like that, I'd never let her out of my sight," one said.

   "And it better be a helluva reward to get her back untouched," another
laughed.  "I'd be touching the back of her throat, if you know what I
mean."

   "Well, here's your chance," the third guy said.  He had looked up and
been the first to spot Cori staggering down the sloped path toward them.

   "Holy shit, that's gotta be her."

   "Look, she's got some sort of collar on.  Let's see what it says on it."

   "Hey babe," one of them called out as they approached her.  "You OK?"

   "Hmm?" Cori said, as if she had been woken out of a deep slumber.  "Oh,
hey, how are you guys doing?  Are you going to a party?" She slurred her
words and used a high-pitched, sorority girl voice she hoped would sound
ditzy.

   "So, you're Vic's Bitch, huh?" one said, reading her collar.

   "Mmmm-hmmm," Cori moaned, like it was the best compliment she had ever
been paid.  "Have you seen him?  I need him so bad." She pouted out her
lips.

   "Haven't seen him," one guy said, "but he's looking for you."

   "Oh, I bet he's so horny," Cori cried.  "I wasn't there to fuck him last
night.  He always fucks me before he goes to sleep and first thing when he
wakes up."

   "Can't blame him there," one guy put his arm around her waist.  "Maybe
we can help you find him."

   "Really?" Cori said, looking up at them all with big eyes now, like they
had just told her she had won the lottery.  "Oh, you guys are the best!"

   "We'd sure treat you better than Vic would," one of the guys sneered. 
They were leading her back up the hill now.  No mention of calling Victor
yet.  They weren't getting carried away with their hands yet - just around
her waist and on her back so far - but Cori was getting a bad feeling about
what they might be thinking.  "If I had a bitch like you'd, I'd never let
her leave my sight.  You want to party, girl, you party with me."

   "Mmmm," Cori grinned.  "You sound fun!  I like parties.  Can I please
bring Vic?"

   "Fuck Vic," one of them spat.  She felt a hand on her ass now,
squeezing, rough.  "We'll make you forget all about him."

   Cori realized they had no intention of sending her back to Vic.  They
were going to take her for themselves.  She didn't know if Victor, Sam and
Miles were coming or not, but when she felt another hand pulling at the
straps on her tits, she sent an elbow into his face.  She knew they were
far stronger than she was, so her only ally was the element of surprise. 
Plus, she packed enough of a wallop in her tight, hard body to do some
damage.  The first guy fell back and she jammed her heel into the foot of
the other guy.  She heard him squeal and wondered if she might have broken
a toe.  The third guy grabbed her tightly around the waist, but she spun
away and drove her toe into his groin.  She started running instantly,
taking off up the hill, trusting her superior conditioning to help get her
back to Victor and his suite before these goons could recover.

   She glanced back and saw the guy she had kicked in the groin still
doubled over.  The others were on their feet and moving, but hobbling
slowly, one holding his nose, the other limping badly and cursing.  She
took advantage of the chance to take off her heels, carrying them now as
she flew up the hill barefooted.  She was strong and fast and easily put
distance between her and the guys, who she heard cursing as she ran over
the rise, "Fuck that cunt.  It's a setup."

   She didn't trust that they weren't still chasing her and she didn't stop
until she was back at Victor's suite.  No one else was there and it was
locked.  She debated whether she should keep going - Coffman would probably
help her - but then Victor came.

   "You all right?" he asked, his arms open, giving her a big hug.

   "Yeah," she said.  "I'm fine.  Sorry if I ruined the plan, but I don't
think those guys were going to play along."

   "Definitely not," Victor said.  "We were just coming to rescue you, but
you beat us to the punch, literally.  Nice work, by the way.  Self-defense
classes?"

   "Some," Cori nodded.  "I've taken a few martial arts classes, too."

   "Well, it was very impressive.  Sorry to have put you through that. 
Don't worry, we're done with that for the day."

   "Oh, we can try again," Cori said, surprising herself somewhat.  The
fact is, she had gotten a thrill from it.  She had made herself completely
vulnerable, then defended herself more than adequately when she had to.  It
had been a rush, and she wanted more.

   "Really?" Victor asked.

   "If you want," Cori said.  "I want to make you happy.  I'm not hurt and
I can take care of myself.  You guys are there to watch me.  We can try one
more time, if you want."

   "OK," Victor nodded.  "One more time.  That's it, though." He called Sam
and Miles and sent them on the lookout for another possible encounter,
reminding them to try to be careful about their choices, though there was
hardly any way to tell how the guys would react to Cori and her
predicament.

   "They found a couple of older guys this time," Victor said, hanging up
the phone a few minutes later.  "Sam said they were swapping boating
stories and thinks they might be old sea dogs.  Anyway, they seem a lot
more harmless and, if they aren't, you can sure out-run them.  They're
coming from the spa, so cut across the top of the hill here and you should
see them."

   Cori looked around, noting that there were a lot more people out and
about now.  It was mid-morning and people were done sleeping in or eating
breakfast and were getting on with their day.  That was good and bad.  More
people to deal with looking at her or potentially intercepting her, but
also more people to serve as witnesses - and deterrents - to anyone looking
for trouble.

   A couple of people stared at her as she walked by, one woman offering to
help her or call someone for her, but she stumbled onward.  She saw two men
sitting on a bench ahead and thought they could be the ones.  As she
approached, she heard them talking about boats and fish and she noted that
they both appeared to be in their 50s or 60s, their sun-baked leather skin
a clear indicator of lives spent outdoors.  She wondered why they were
here. Locals wouldn't come to a place like this, but they certainly weren't
Midwesterners, either.  Maybe they had come down from Florida or the
Carolinas for a break from their charter fishing businesses.  Not that it
mattered, but Cori found herself curious about people, who they were, how
they got where they were.  If she knew more about them, she might have a
better idea how they would respond to her.  Were they religious men who
would scold her for her scandalous attire?  Were they dirty old men who
would be thrilled by her presence?  Were they old Boy Scouts who would
kindly escort her home?  Who knew?  But she was about to find out.

   "Hey, that's that girl on this flyer," one of the men said.  Cori
thought it was the one with the darker features.  He was the larger of the
two as well, with reddish skin, made so by the sun and what Cori guessed
was some sort of Native American or Polynesian heritage.  The other man, as
best she could make out through squinted eyes, had light gray hair that he
had grown out and put in a long pony tail down his back.  He was medium
build with leathery tan skin.

   "Shit, it sure is.  Fuck, look at that," the other man replied.  Cori
ruled out the religious men theory right away.  Dirty old men and Boy
Scouts were still on the list, among countless other possibilities.

   "Hey, Missy," the man with the ponytail said, jumping up from the bench
and taking her arm as she pretended to stumble in front of them.  "Are you
all right, little lady?"

   "Ummm, yeah," Cori slurred.  "Thanks.  Mmmm, you're strong." She rubbed
her hands on his arm.

   "You better have a seat," the man said and his buddy took her other arm
and they sat her between them on the bench.  Cori started to fall backward
and they both reached out their arms to catch her.  She felt their hands on
her bare back and wondered what they were looking at - the tiny string
coming out of her ass crack or her breasts threatening to explode out of
her top.  She kept her eyes narrowed into slits, though, her lips pursed,
doing her best to look drunk and sleepy.

   When they caught her from behind, she wobbled and then leaned forward as
if she were about to fall face forward onto the sidewalk.  Again, both men
reached out to stop her and she wasn't sure if it was luck or happy
coincidence that resulted in them both having their hands across her chest
as they pulled her back up into an upright position.  She noticed they
neither one removed their hands from her front or back.  The man on her
left - the one with the ponytail - slid his hand slowly until he had a
handful of her breast.  The other followed suit and she guessed that no one
was walking nearby.  These guys seemed a bit more discreet than the other
group had been.

   "Watch out there, baby, or you're going to hurt yourself," the
Polynesian man said.

   "Well, hell, you can see why she can't stand upright," the other said,
give her breast a subtle squeeze.  "She's a bit top heavy, don't you
think?"

   "That's for damn sure," the other said, squeezing her other breast.

   "So, you're the babe that's on all the flyers," Ponytail said.  "Seems a
fella by the name of Vic is looking for you."

   "Mmmm-hmmm," Cori hummed dreamily.

   "Well, do you want him to find you or do you need help getting away?"

   Cori hadn't thought about that, but she understood now.  They thought
she might be getting abused or raped or held against her will.  Such a guy
probably wouldn't post signs looking for her, but it was sweet of these
guys to be offering to help her anyway.

   "I love Vic!" she whined.  "Have you seen him?  I need his cock so bad.
I haven't sucked it since last night!"

   "Damn," Polynesian said under his breath.  "We better call that guy on
the flyer."

   "Yeah," Ponytail said.  "I was kinda hoping she didn't want to go back
to him.  Wouldn't mind keeping an eye on her for a while, you know."

   "Oh yeah, I know."

   Ponytail took out a cell phone and called Vic's number.

   "You Vic?  Yeah, well, we found your, uhh, pet.  She's safe but she's
awfully drunk or high or something.  ....  No, she can't walk back to your
place alone.  Wouldn't be safe.  She's stumbling around and well, frankly,
the way she's dressed makes a fella think she might be, uhh, you know, for
sale.  Yeah, uh-uh.  We can do that.  Sure, we'll take care of her, no
problem.  What's that?  Label?  Well, she's got the collar and she says she
knows you.  Oh, another label?  Hold on."

   Ponytail set the phone aside and looked at his buddy.  "He says there's
a name tag on the inside of her straps and we should look and see just to
make sure it's the right girl."

   "Of course it's the right girl.  How many...?" Polynesian's voice
trailed off, realizing the opportunity being presented.  Pulling back the
straps would result in a free look at her tits.  "Well, now that you
mention it," he smiled, "you can never be too careful."

   He looked around to make sure no one was watching - unaware that three
sets of eyes were watching every move, easily hidden in the resort's array
of bushes and flowers and mini-gardens - then he carefully pulled the strap
on her right breast off to the outside of her breast.  "Easy, sweetheart,"
he whispered.  "We're not going to hurt you.  We're just taking a quick
peek to make sure you're who we think you are.  Then we'll get you back
where you belong, OK?"

   "Mmmm-hmmm," Cori moaned, leaning against Ponytail while the other guy
examined the inside of her strap.  She noted that he was doing it none too
quickly, no doubt getting a good look at her bare tit and hard nipple as
well.

   "Says `Banks'," he said, looking at the inside of the strap.  Cori
hadn't noticed it when she put the suit on, but obviously Victor had
somehow written or labeled her name inside the suit before having it
delivered to her.  "Check that side."

   Ponytail pushed her gently into the Polynesian's arms and pulled back
the strap on her left breast.  She felt the warm, tropical breeze brushing
over both erect nipples now and a tingling sensation ran through her at the
realization that she was topless in public.  She didn't dare open her eyes
and look around to see if anyone was around.  She was topless and
vulnerable, yet she felt safe knowing that she could handle herself, these
guys seemed harmless so far and Victor and Company were nearby.  It was a
risky yet controlled environment, enough to create a thrill with little
chance of any serious harm to anyone.

   "This side says `Cori'," Ponytail said.  "That's the name on the flyer."
He glanced around over his shoulder, studied Cori's face for signs of
alertness, then gave her breast a firm squeeze, grabbing it by the base and
pulling out away from her body as if trying to milk it, his fingers tugging
on her nipple and twisting it gently before letting go and giving her
breast a quick tap on the underside to watch it bounce.  "Sorry, AJ,
couldn't resist," he muttered as he put the strap carefully back over her
breast, covering her nipple.

   `AJ', as Ponytail had called the Polynesian man, smiled and copped a
good feel of his, groping her right tit before carefully placing it back
inside the strap.  Ponytail picked up the phone and said, "It says Cori
Banks," he said.  "Cori's the name on the flyer we saw.  That's her,
right?"

   "That's her," Victor smiled into the phone.  "Thanks for checking. 
Listen, can you guys do me a huge favor and get her back to my suite?"

   "Uh, sure, I guess," Ponytail said.  "I mean, you can't just leave her
alone, like I said."

   "Right," Victor said.  "And I'm just heading back in from an early
morning fishing trip.  We're still on the water, but we'll be back soon. 
If you can take her to my suite and stay with her until I get there, I'll
pay you a nice reward."

   "He wants us to take her back to his suite and wait for him," Ponytail
smiled at AJ.  "He says he's on the water fishing and will be back in a
while.  Wants us to make sure she gets there safe."

   "It's our duty as gentlemen," AJ grinned.  Just then, Cori passed out -
or pretended to do so - her head dropping suddenly into AJ's lap as her
body went limp.  He caught her and held her close to him.

   "She just passed out, man," Ponytail smiled.  "We'll probably have to
carry her, but we'll get her there."

   "Thanks," Victor said.  "If she comes to at all, try to get some liquids
down her.  It will help her sober up faster.  I don't have any coffee, but
use whatever you can find."

   "Got it," Ponytail said.

   Victor told them where his suite was and where they could find a key
outside and told them he should be there in about an hour.  "Keep her warm
for me, fellas."

   "Will do, but I'm not sure she's going to be ready for you there,
partner," Ponytail said.  "She's pretty out of it."

   "Oh, she'll be ready," Victor said.  "She's always ready, trust me." He
hung up the phone and Ponytail shook his head.

   "Well, whaddya think of this?" he asked, chuckling.  "Day sure got
interesting fast, didn't it?"

   "Sure did," AJ grinned.  "We got an hour huh?  You know, I have my
camera with me.  I don't think she's going to care if we get a picture or
two to remember her by, do you?"

   "Even if she does, it ain't like she's going to remember it," Ponytail
said.  "Come on, help lift her up over my shoulder.  We gotta carry this
bitch to this guy's place."

   "Man, I wish I was 20 years younger," AJ grunted as he lifted Cori up
and helped put her over Ponytail's shoulder so that her head and chest hung
over his back, her waist was on his shoulder with her ass sticking straight
up in the air and her legs hanging down over his chest.  "I'd steal this
little piece of ass from that guy so fast."

   "I know," Ponytail said, gripping her legs tightly to keep her from
falling over his back and also to keep her heels from accidentally kicking
him as she flopped around limply on his shoulder.  "She's the hottest
little thing I've seen in a while.  Takes me back to my glory days. 
Remember how we'd get a boat full of little cuties and take them out on the
water, get them drunk and party all night?  Man, those were the days."

   "Yeah, but they never wore little outfits like this back then," AJ said
as they walked slowly down the path.  "These sluts today don't care, they
just show it off to everyone.  God bless `em for it, too."

   AJ walked just a half step in front of his buddy so he could get a
closeup look at her ass and pussy, which were being so prominently
displayed now, that little bit of string leaving little to the imagination.
"Hold on," he said, making Ponytail stop.  He reached between her legs and
carefully positioned the string between her pussy lips, spread them gently,
tucking the string inside, then letting them close around it.  "Damn,
that's a nice little cunt," he said.

   "I like those titties, too," Ponytail said, walking again.

   AJ fell behind and watched from the side as her tits jiggled and wobbled
inside the suit, bouncing along with Ponytail's stride.  "Yeah, they're
nice all right," AJ said.  "Real firm, aren't they?  And those nipples. 
Fuck, they stick out further than your dick, old man."

   "She's going to see how far my dick sticks out in a minute," Ponytail
said.

   "Really?" AJ asked.

   "You said you had a camera.  We got an hour.  I think it would like nice
to see her holding onto my big prick, don't you?"

   "Sure, but you aren't going to fuck her, are ya?" AJ said.

   "Nah," Ponytail said.  "I just want to have a little fun is all."

   "I like that," AJ said, plucking playfully at the string running up
Cori's back.  It was stretched taut and was suspended several inches away
from her body.  "I think this thing's about to snap."

   "Now that would be an awful shame if that happened, wouldn't it?"
Ponytail said, nodding to another couple as they walked past, staring at
Cori's ass.  "She just had a little too much to drink, I'm afraid.  Just
taking her home to sleep it off, you know."

   They nodded, jaws agape as they walked on, not sure what they had just
seen.  Ponytail just chuckled and playfully slapped Cori's ass cheek. 
"Damn, that's even more solid than her tits," he said.  "What do they call
them these days?  Hard bodies?  We got ourselves one nice little hard body
right here."

   "I bet she does those stair exercises and aerobics and stuff," AJ said.
"Have to, to have a body like this.  Here, let me carry her for a while."

   Ponytail stopped and put his hands on Cori's waist, lifting her off his
shoulder.  As he transferred her to AJ's shoulder, he put his hands on her
ass, lifting her up onto his shoulder.  AJ, too, took advantage of the
opportunity to cop an extra feel, putting his hands on her breasts as he
hoisted her upper body over his shoulder until her ass was right next to
his cheek.  He held her legs steady and they moved onward with their prize.

   Cori listened intently as they talked, all the while trying to focus on
staying limp and relaxed, letting her body bounce, not reacting to their
touch as Ponytail now played with her straps and enjoyed the unobstructed
views.

   She wasn't sure what was going to happen next.  They kept talking about
pictures, so she guessed they'd probably try to pose her and get some
shots. Ponytail's comment about showing her his cock concerned her, but he
said he wasn't going to fuck her.  Still, a man with a hard cock and
opportunity was prone to making some irrational decisions, she knew.  What
he said now and did 30 minutes from now with her at his complete disposal
might be two very different things.  Still, he was an older gentleman who
no doubt had some maturity, common sense and decency.  She liked to think
they wouldn't take advantage of her any more than the pictures they had
talked about.  She was about to find out.

   "Here it is," Ponytail said.  "Got the key.  Let's get her inside.  We
still have about 45 minutes.  Let's get that camera out."

   AJ hauled her inside and lay her gently down on the couch.  "OK, let's
get some shots of just her first," he said.  "You pose her, I'll take the
pictures."

   "Well, first, let's make her a little more comfortable," Ponytail said.
He took her right leg and draped it over the back of the couch and put her
left foot on the floor.  Then he took her arms and pulled them above her
head so they hung over the arm of the couch.  She was now spread open,
inviting the camera to drink in her long, lean body.  Those long legs
stretched out and draped lusciously across the couch, her trim belly
dipping neatly into her compact pussy, her tits jutting out from her flat
stomach.

   Cori kept her eyes closed, her body loose, trying not to anticipate or
react to anything, but just be a limp doll for them to move and manipulate
as they saw fit.  She'd break out of character if she had to, but so far
they hadn't crossed the line or made her feel like she was in danger.  She
did think about the pictures.  Not just these, but all the pictures that
had been taken of her in compromising, humiliating, suggestive or downright
x-rated situations in the past.  She wondered how many were floating around
on the Internet, posted to various sites, passed via email from friend to
friend.  How many guys had bragged to their friends about fucking her, even
though 99 percent of them hadn't?  How many had seen her image, maybe even
fantasized about her or jerked off while looking at pictures of her?  It
was mind boggling.  She hoped it would never come back to bite her as she
got older.  What would her husband or kids or employers or friends think?
What would the guys back at the shop think if they saw these shots from her
vacation?  Surely, they would be posted online soon.  It was scary, but
Cori had never focused on what others thought of her and it was too late to
start now.

   Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt Ponytail's hands spreading her
pussy lips and pulling the string on her sling suit up even tighter against
her pussy, rubbing it intentionally across her rubbery clit.

   "Get a closeup of that, too," Ponytail said.  "Here, let's see what she
looks like inside." He gently spread her pussy lips, pulling them apart. 
"There, get a shot of that."

   She could hear the camera clicking and knew that AJ was snapping away.
She felt them pull her straps off, once again exposing her breasts. 
Ponytail squished her tits together, no doubt for a nice shot of her
cleavage.

   "Make her suck her finger," AJ said.  Ponytail raised her hand to her
mouth and put a finger inside.  Cori tried hard not to suck on it, even
though her instincts told her otherwise.  Doing so might blow her cover. 
She let the finger rest in her mouth, her lips pursed around it.

   "Put the other hand on her pussy," AJ said.  She could hear the
excitement in his voice and wondered if both men had hard-ons.  Soon, she
feared, they wouldn't be content with a little posing and groping.  Hard
cocks had a way of demanding attention.

   Sure enough, she heard Ponytail unzip his pants, heard them hit the
floor.  He turned her over, putting her head on the arm rest and pushing
her up on her knees so her ass was in the air.  Pretending to be limp, she
lay her legs splay out and fell to the couch, but he picked her back up and
held her in place while AJ took shots of her ass.  Then, Ponytail stuffed
pillows under her belly to keep her ass in the air while he stood next to
her and put his hard cock under the tiny white string coming out of the top
of her ass crack.  He used his cock to pull up on the string, stretching it
across her crotch and making for a great picture.

   "That was a neat shot," AJ said.  "I got your cock and the string and
her ass and pussy all in it."

   "Good.  Get this one," Ponytail said.  He went around to the end of the
couch and stood in front of her head.  She felt his cock brush against her
cheek and could smell his balls and the salty scent of his pre-cum, but he
didn't try to put it in her mouth.  She wasn't sure why, but then realized
that a picture taken from behind would still look like she was blowing him.

   "Nice," AJ said.  "Smile and put your hands on the back of her head. 
Yeah, perfect.  Looks like she's deep-throating you."

   "I tell ya," Ponytail said, stroking his cock as he stepped away, "I
haven't had a hard-on like this in years.  I hate to waste it.  I have a
mind to ...."

   "Better not," AJ said.  "Look, cool off a little.  Take some pictures of
me with her."

   AJ posed Cori and himself in several similar photos, then glanced at the
clock and realized that Victor was due back within the next 15 minutes.

   "OK, one last picture," he said.  "Then we better get her dressed and
straightened up a bit."

   "Well, make it a good one," Ponytail said.

   "I saved the best for last," AJ said.  He put the head of his cock
against Cori's mouth and then tapped her lightly on the cheek.  "Come on,
sweet cheeks," he said.  "Open up and give us a kiss."

   Cori waited what she felt was the appropriate amount of time before
acting like she was hearing him in her sleep.  "Mmm?" she moaned softly. 
"Mmmm-kay." She pursed her lips, not opening them, but she was sure it
looked like she was giving his cock a big kiss.  She could feel the soft
head against her lips and when he pulled away after the photo, she felt the
gooey pre-cum still clinging to her lips.

   Not to be outdone, Ponytail urged her to open her mouth just a bit,
using his finger to gently pull her lips apart.  Then, he popped just the
head of his cock in between her lips while AJ took the picture.

   "OK," AJ said, setting the camera aside.  "We better zip ourselves up
and put her back together."

   "Wait just a second," Ponytail said, shifting his hips and popping three
inches of his cock into Cori's mouth.  "He did say we needed to get some
fluids down her, didn't he?"

   Cori's mind raced.  What should she do?  Before she could make a
decision, she felt Ponytail's warm cum spraying across her tongue and
hitting the back of her throat.  Instinctively, she swallowed, but told
herself not to suck until she heard Ponytail say, "Come on, babe, take a
big drink from the straw." He was patting her cheek, encouraging her to
suck.  Poor guy probably hadn't had a blowjob in years, she thought.  No
wonder he came so fast.  She sucked and felt him push further into her
mouth, shooting the last of his load directly onto her tonsils and down her
throat.

   "What the hell did you do that for?" AJ asked.

   "What's the problem?" Ponytail said, pulling his cock out and quickly
putting his pants back on.  "She needed fluids and I gave them to her. 
She's not going to remember.  She swallowed the evidence, so he'll never
know.  I'm happy and they'll neither one ever know or care."

   AJ shrugged his shoulders and followed suit, putting his cock against
Cori's lips, gently parting them.  "Suck the straw, baby," he cooed,
stroking her cheek and her hair.  She sucked hard as if trying to get a
drink, not the head-bobbing, tongue-wrapping style she would normally
employ for a blowjob.  While not her best work, it certainly produced
results.

   "Damn, she's sucking so hard," AJ said.  "I'm afraid I'll drown her."
But he didn't let that stop him as he fired his own weeks-old load into
her, the salty, gooey load coating her tongue and gums as she slowly
swallowed it all.

   Given more time to react differently, Cori might have stopped them
before things went this far, but Ponytail had cum before she could think.
Then, the only choice seemed to be to do the job right.  Swallow so as to
leave no mess and let the guys get away scott free if that's the way Victor
chose to handle it.

   Moments later, they had her suit back in place and had carried her to
the bed, leaving her there while they waited in the living room for Victor.
He arrived a few minutes later.  After shaking hands and thanking them, he
asked, "Were you able to get any fluids in her?" He knew the answer, but
wanted to see what they would say.

   "She drank a little cu... uh, coconut juice, but not much," Ponytail
said, nearly stumbling.  "She kept mumbling that she was thirsty."

   "Really?" Victor said.  "That means she wants to swallow some cum."

   "Huh?" AJ asked.

   "Come on, I'll show you," he said, leading them into the bedroom.  He
climbed on the bed, straddling Cori's face.  "Are you thirsty, babe?" he
asked, stroking her neck.  "Here, I brought you a popsicle.  Just open your
mouth and lick it and let the juice run down your throat."

   Cori let her lips fall open and Victor used his cock to open her mouth
the rest of the way, straddling her face as he filled her mouth with his
cock.  He stroked it slowly in and out of her mouth, telling her calmly to
suck the popsicle, lick it, swallow the sweet juice.

   "I'll be damned," AJ said.  "She's one hot little pole-sucker."

   "You should see her when she's awake," Victor bragged.  He pulled his
cock out and bounced his balls on her lips, then stuffed his cock back
inside her.

   Cori lay there as passively as she could, but she knew the old men
couldn't see her tongue, so she let it work at full speed on his cock,
licking it and wrapping around it, teasing the pee-hole and fluttering
across the ultra-sensitive underside of the head.  The old men had received
sub-par blowjobs, but Victor was getting close to her best work.

   He made her work for 20 minutes, giving her his cock head, his shaft,
then his balls to lick and suck.  Finally, he tucked just the head of his
cock in between her lips and let his cum dribble out in a slow, steady
stream that dribbled down the length of her tongue and trickled down her
throat.

   When he was done, Victor climbed off the bed and walked the men to the
door.  "Gentlemen, do you like boats?" he asked.  They said yes and he
said, "Good.  Go down to the docks and find Captain Jack.  His boat is your
charter today.  Take as many friends as you like.  He'll take you anywhere
you want to go, on me.  Just tell him Cori sent you."

   They thanked him and walked off, quite happy.  They had a camera full of
pictures, two freshly blown cocks, a day on a boat and a whale of a story
to tell.

   When she heard them leave, Cori sat up and came out into the living
room.

   "You were perfect," Victor said.  "That was great.  Just what I wanted."

   "I'm glad," Cori said.  "I wasn't sure how far I should go.  They were
cumming before I knew it."

   "Yeah, old guys like that can't hold it for long," Victor said.  "You
did the right thing.  Made their day, that's for sure.  Now, you've done a
lot for me - for all of us - these last three days and I'm going to be
asking for more before the day's over.  But, I want to do something for
you."

   "Taking care of Gerald is enough," Cori insisted.

   "No, it's not," Victor said.  "You deserve something too.  And I'm going
to give you two things.  One, I'm going to eat your pussy for as long as
you want and make you cum as many times as you can.  Two, I'm going to send
you to college."

   "What?" Cori asked.  But Victor wasn't ready to talk about college yet.
He pushed her back on the couch and shoved aside her suit, burying his face
in her pussy.  He lapped at it with his tongue and circled the clit,
stroking it up and down.  He stabbed inside her pussy with his tongue and
sucked on her lips and her clit.  Cori gave in and enjoyed it for what it
was - a pretty damn good piece of pussy eating.  She felt her pussy heating
up, juices starting to flow.  She put her hands on the back of his head,
gently guiding him, urging him on.

   He took his time, though, not rushing her through it.  He stoked her
fire slowly, heating her up one degree at a time.  She went from warm, to
smoldering to hot over the course of the next 30 minutes, finally boiling
over with a body-wrenching orgasm that hit hard and fast, went away, only
to revisit with series of after-shock style mini orgasms that came one
after another for the next 10 minutes.  When she finally had nothing left,
she slumped and moaned softly, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

   "You're welcome," Victor said, standing up and wiping pussy cream off
his face with a towel.  He went into the kitchen and brought back a soda
for each of them.  "How about something to drink besides cum," he laughed.
She laughed too, sitting up and taking a long drink.

   "What were you saying about sending me to college?" she asked, taking
another sip.

   "Do you want to go?" he asked.

   "Well, yeah, I mean I guess so.  I took two years.  I just never
finished."

   "Now you can."

   "How?  Why?"

   "Why, because I think you have a lot to offer besides sex, though that's
more than enough.  Believe it or not, I didn't get to be where I am today
by using and discarding people.  I got where I am by getting the best out
of people.  I find their strengths, use them to my benefit and reward them
well for their service.

   "At first, I assumed your strengths were strictly superficial.  Look
great, fuck great.  And I was willing to pay a lot for that quality
service. Your sexuality is a gift, Cori, not a curse.  Not everyone could
be as hot as you - not just because of your looks, but your personality,
your willingness to trust and play and please.  You're incredibly special
and I would never take that for granted.  But, just because I wouldn't
doesn't mean other guys won't."

   "That's for sure," Cori frowned.

   "Of course, other guys have taken advantage of you, assumed you were a
slut or a whore.  I know better.  I know you're smart and creative and have
an independence and determination that are very impressive.  And most
important, you've got a heart that's even bigger than those nice tits of
yours.  You were willing to do a lot of pretty humiliating and probably
pretty scary things to help someone you barely knew."

   "Thank you," Cori gushed, blushing.

   "No, no," Victor said.  "I don't mean for this to get all mushy. 
Remember, I'm going to be fucking the hell out of your ass in a little
while, so don't think I'm some old softy.  I'm still a horn-dog who's more
interested in your cunt than your brain.  But, I'm at least willing to
recognize that you have a brain.  And I don't want to see you in 10 years
some washed up old stripper or porn star whose been used and abused by too
many men who leave you all drugged out and broke and pathetic with fake
tits and too many plastic surgeries to count.  You're better than that.  In
10 years, I want you to be happy and successful and doing what you want
with your life."

   "That would be great," Cori said.

   "So, here's the deal.  A good friend of mine is the dean of the business
school at Bramble Jackson University, hence the BJU shirt you were wearing
earlier.  Anyway, I'm pretty sure I can get you in there, if you want to
go."

   "Wow," Cori said, "thank you, but I really can't afford it.  I have a
little money saved, but not enough to pay for two more years of school."

   "Well," Victor said, "I'm pretty sure you won't have to pay a dime."

   "Really?" Cori said.  "That's amazing."

   "You will have to work for it, though, and I don't mean cleaning dishes
in the dining room," Victor said.

   "You mean..." Cori looked down at her nearly-naked body.  Victor nodded.
"But you said I was more than this.  That you wanted to see me do more with
my life."

   "Yes," Victor said.  "In 10 years, I don't want you to be washed up and
used up.  But 10 years is a long way away and you're prime right now.  What
I'm proposing is not that you be a whore or a slut, but that you
participate in a few carefully controlled situations and, in exchange, you
get the education you need to be whatever you want to be.  It's two years,
Cori, in exchange for the rest of your life."

   Cori was skeptical, of course, but she found herself believing and
trusting Victor.  He wasn't suggesting any of this for his own gain, as far
as she could tell.

   "What's in this for you?" she asked.

   "Not much," he said.  "Oh, I come to the occasional football game and I
wouldn't mind a little reunion with you.  But that wouldn't be more than
once or twice a year.  And my buddy would owe me a pretty big favor, but
you know how that goes - probably never be repaid.  Nope, I promise you,
this is about you.

   "Now, there's a few different ways you can look at this," he continued.
"I understand if you don't want to do it.  Go back to working at the body
shop, whatever, I get it.  But if you want more, this is the way to get it.
You can't afford college.  You can't go on scholarship because you've been
out for too long and don't have the grades to support it.  You're a good
athlete, but not good enough to merit a scholarship, either.  People go to
college on whatever they can.  Athletics, brains, rich family or, in your
case, a nearly perfect body with the brains to know how to use it."

   "So, what would I have to do?" Cori asked.

   "Well, that would be up to my buddy.  I talked to him briefly about it
yesterday and he was a little skeptical too.  This is pretty unusual,
obviously, and his career would be at risk.  But, he likes a hot pussy like
the rest of us and was intrigued by the idea.  He wants me to send him some
pictures and an application today.  Then, we'll call him and see what he
says.  You two can negotiate a deal - I know you know how to do that.  Find
something you're comfortable with, assure him you won't turn him in and you
just might have a free education."

   "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to at least talk to him," Cori said.

   "That's the way I looked at it.  All right, let's start on your
application.  He sent me a form that he modified for your particular
situation.  After all, I don't think it's your SAT scores he's going to be
interested in."

   "I suppose not," Cori frowned.  "But they weren't bad."

   "You have much more impressive numbers to dazzle him with, trust me,"
Victor said.  "What are you measurements, anyway?"

   "36C-22-34," Cori rattled off the numbers that she had been so
accustomed to sharing with male admirers over the past few years.  They all
seemed so interested in those silly numbers.

   "Yes, those are the kind of numbers that get girls like you into
prestigious business schools," Victor smiled.  He sat on the couch with his
laptop and had Cori sit next to him.  He pulled the straps off her breasts
for the occasional eye candy or grope as they worked.  Indeed, Victor's
friend had created a very un-academic-like form that asked for some
extremely personal, sexual information.  Finally, when they were done, the
modified college application looked like this:
Name: Cori Banks
Height: 5-6
Weight: 120
Age: 22
Measurements: 36C-24-34
Hair: Blonde (natural)
Eyes: Blue
Tattoos: Small red heart tattoo on left ass cheek
Piercings: Navel, nipples and clit

   Plastic surgery: None Skin tone: All over tan, no tan lines Pubic hair:
Trimmed into blonde landing strip Sexual preferences: Prefer men by far,
but have enjoyed past lesbian encounters Do you give blowjobs?  Yes Do you
swallow cum?  Yes Have you had anal sex?  Yes If so, did you enjoy it?  Not
as much as oral and vaginal, but yes.  Have you ever had multiple partners?
Yes, I have been gang banged by several men at one time.  Have you ever had
sex in public?  Yes.  Have you ever participated in bondage?  Yes. 
Submissive or dominant, which describes you better?  Submissive Nipple
sensitivity?  Extreme!

   Objective at BJU: To utilize my natural assets to obtain a scholarship
which will provide for my room, board and tuition for two years while I
complete a business degree.

   Pertinent skills: Sucking cock; dancing; teasing; terrific stamina,
conditioning and flexibility for extended, extreme or repeated performance.

   Extracurricular activities: Former cheerleader, tennis player and
gymnast.  Work out daily if possible.

   Education level: Two years of college

   Work history: Worked at a body shop in Darien, Georgia.  It was my idea
to generate more business by dressing in a sexy manner on a daily basis and
to tease and flirt with the customers.  Profits rose drastically and we
secured a major account with the city due to my influence.

   Also helped revive floundering restaurant in San Diego by changing the
name and hiring and training a staff of young, attractive waitresses who
could attract larger crowds, particularly male truckers.  Developed a new
menu befitting this market and strategy.

   Career interests: I enjoy helping others and am a creative and bold
marketer.  I would love to own my own business, be a marketing director for
a major corporation or assist with fundraising for a major charity.

   Statement of case for financial support and intent to earn
scholarship/repay loan as applicable: I am a very sexually oriented and
gifted young woman.  I am no slut or whore and will not be treated as such.
But, I understand that sex sells and sex pays and that it is far and away
my greatest asset at this point in my life.  I have been willing in the
past to utilize sex for both my gain and that of others and am willing to
do so again, provided that certain guidelines are set in place assuring my
safety and fair treatment at all times.  I realize that two years free
room, board and tuition is worth a lot, but I know that I am worth a lot
too.  I propose a fair trade of services that will be both beneficial and,
hopefully, enjoyable for both parties.  I understand and suggest that my
particular assets - and willingness to use them - could be beneficial in
many areas on a college campus and am interested in sharing ideas as to how
to best use my body to suit your needs.

   Cori read all this over, shaking her head, unable to believe that she
was about to submit an official document like this.  But when Victor asked
if she wanted to send it, she nodded yes.  Everything on it was true.  It
was one thing to know the truth and quite another to write it down and send
it to a complete stranger.  She was putting herself out there once more,
trusting people who had done little to earn her trust.  Was she naïve,
stupid or just a trusting soul who preferred to see the best in people? 
Maybe a little of each, she supposed.

   Victor sent the file to his friend and they sat together on the couch,
eating a light brunch of fruit and cereal.  Twenty minutes later, Victor's
computer beeped, indicating that he had a message.

   "Well, he's impressed so far," Victor nodded.  "He wants to see pictures
and a video of you."

   "Really?" Cori asked.  "Has he done things like this before?  What do
you think he wants from me - I'm mean, specifically?"

   "I don't know specifically," Victor shrugged.  "You'll have to talk to
him about that.  But in general, I know he's a legitimately decent guy who,
like most of us, just happens to have a weakness for hot women.  I know
he's screwed around with his share of coeds before, but I don't think he's
ever had a formal agreement like this - at least not that I know of.  He's
not married and he's not violent, so I don't think he'd give you any
problems."

   "Well, I trust you, but I definitely would want to meet with him before
I made a final decision."

   "I'm sure he understands that," Victor said.  "But I'll reiterate it
when we respond with some pictures and videos of you.  Actually, I have
several pictures from the past few days that I'm sure he'll find very
interesting, so we just need to do a new video.  I think something that
shows your beauty, hard body, flexibility and sexuality would be the final
piece in getting him to do this.  Remember, this is a big risk for him too
- if word got out, he'd lose his job, his credibility, everything.  You're
both going to have to trust each other, based so far on nothing more than
my recommendation that you do so."

   "I understand," Cori said.  "Well, as far as the video, I haven't had a
good workout in a while.  Maybe I could workout while you recorded it? 
I'll wear something sexy so he can see my tits bounce and my ass wiggle and
all that stuff you guys like.  And I can do some stretches and things like
that."

   "Perfect," Victor said.  "Why don't you just wear that sling and heels
you already have on?  I think that would be very sexy.  I'll provide some
commentary, which will allow me to also direct you a little.  Just follow
my lead like always."

   Cori agreed.  She took off "Vic's Bitch" collar and put her hair in a
ponytail and reapplied her red lipstick while Victor prepared the camera
and lighting in his small but functional personal gym.  He had a treadmill,
a workout bench attached to a few weight-and-pulley devices, an exercise
mat and a large exercise ball.  One wall was a full window with a sliding
door to the secluded back patio, so there was ample natural light
illuminating the room.

   "OK, let's start by having you sit on the bench, straddling it with your
legs spread a bit, resting your hands on the bench so that your arms are
squeezing your tits together," Victor said.  "Introduce yourself, then
slowly get up and go over to the treadmill.  You'll start by walking and
I'll get some close-ups of your ass.  Then I'll have you jog a little bit
if you can in those heels and I'll get some good shots of your tits.  Got
it?"

   "Got it," Cori said, taking her place on the workout bench.  She
straddled the black leather bench, keeping her legs spread wide and leaning
forward, using your upper arms to squeeze her tits together as she looked
into the camera with her dazzling smile.

   "Rolling," Victor said.

   "Hi, Dr.  Harris, I'm Cori Banks," she smiled naturally.  Then, she
slowed down, talking clearly and using pauses, licking and pursing her lips
at appropriate times to emphasize her meaning.  "I really want to go to
B...J...U... and I'm willing to put every ounce of energy I have into it
and do whatever it takes to get a scholarship.  To give you an idea of what
I'm capable of, we've put together this little video for you.  I hope you
like it."

   She got up and turned toward the treadmill, looking over her shoulder as
Victor zoomed in on her, letting the camera pan slowly down from her
seductive smile to her bare back to her amazing, nearly bare ass and her
long, athletic legs with her perfectly sculpted thighs and calves.  She
paused, then walked slowly forward, careful to exaggerate the movement of
her ass by crossing one foot in front of the other like a runway model.

   She stepped on the treadmill, spreading her legs wide and placing her
feet astride the belt.  Victor came around behind her, keeping a tight shot
of her ass with her legs spread wide, the sling suit splitting her ass
cheeks.  She started the treadmill and began a brisk walk, accentuating her
long legs with long strides that showcased her ass nicely as well.

   "As you can see," Victor began his commentary, "her ass and legs are
perfect.  Look how tan and toned her legs are - very athletic and feminine
at the same time.  And her ass is just as smooth and firm and round as it
looks on this video." Still filming, he reached out and squeezed her ass
cheek, then pulled on the string splitting her ass, tugging into deeper
between her legs.  Cori never broke stride.

   "If you enjoy looking at this ass, think how much fun it is to touch and
play with any time you want," Victor continued.  "Of course, the view is
pretty good from the front, too." He moved around to the front of the
treadmill, keeping the camera focused at her waist so that he now had a
tight shot of her bare belly and the camel toe created by the taut sling.
"I don't think I have any words to do that justice," Victor continued. 
"Perfection is the best I can offer.  And these are mighty fine, too." He
panned up now to her tits, letting the camera record her jiggling knockers
for a few moments before reaching out and pulling the straps to the
outsides of her breasts.  Her hard nipples pointed straight at the camera,
bouncing lightly atop her firm breasts.

   "As you can see, these are the real things," Victor said.  "They are big
and round and firm with amazing rubbery nipples.  Nothing fake here.  Ever
seen a better pair than these?  Me either." He reached out and rubbed and
tweaked her nipples, tugged on the nipple rings, then bounced her breasts
and gently slapped them together so Harris would be able to see them in
action.  "You should see these things when she's running," Victor said. 
Cori took the cue and turned up the speed on the treadmill, careful not to
go to fast.  She had long ago mastered the art of running in heels, but it
was still tricky to go very fast.  Besides, a light jog created a nice up
and down bounce that guys really seemed to enjoy, so she settled into a
rhythm, letting her tits playfully bounce along to her long, graceful
strides.  Victor let the camera and her tits do all the talking for a few
minutes before slowly panning out and signaling for Cori to move on to the
next part of the workout.

   She stopped the treadmill and came around to the workout bench with
weights and pulleys.  Her breasts were still bare with the straps from the
sling pushing against them from the outside, squeezing them together.  She
sat straight up, straddling the bench and reached up for a metal bar
attached to a pulley.  She kept the weight light and did several reps,
pulling the weight straight down behind her head.  Naturally, the exercise
caused her to arch her back and her tits stuck out even more, a highlight
not missed by Victor and his all-seeing camera.

   The scene was just as inviting moments later when Cori was laying on her
back on the bench, the pointed toes of her heels tucked inside a leather
strap attached to one of the pulleys.  Keeping her legs together, she
slowly pulled the weight down, then let it back up until her legs were
sticking straight in the air.  Victor moved the camera so it was just
inches from her pussy, then tugged the sling up so that it slipped in
between her pussy lips.  The sun coming in the window glistened off her
moist pussy lips, which went teasingly in and out of view as she slowly
raised and lowered her legs.

   "As you can see, she has very nice, strong, long, lean legs - athletic
but not too much muscles.  Toned just right," Victor said.  He stopped Cori
and replaced the leather strap connected to the pulley with a handle that
split into two separate straps.  He put one foot in each, then stepped back
to make sure he got a good shot as she pulled the weight down with her feet
and legs pressed tightly together, then, slowly spread her legs as wide as
she could, her legs trembling slightly at the effort to support the weight.
But Victor wasn't worried about the weight.  With her legs spread wide and
her sling now burrowed deep between her lips, her cunt was perfectly
displayed.  Any man viewing that would surely find it irresistible.  It was
pink and puffy and moist with that cute little tuft of blond hair on top.
Nothing could be more inviting or desirable.

   "Of course, strength and tone is nothing without flexibility," Victor
said.  "You see she can spread her legs pretty well, but you haven't seen
anything yet." Cori had already taken the cue and released the weights. 
She sat sideways on the bench, then put her legs on the bench, her feet
stretched out to the sides.  Slowly, she spread her legs into a full split
until they were flush with the bench, as was her pussy.  She looked
straight at the camera, smiled and then leaned forward, keeping her legs
straight while she reached down and placed her palms flat on the floor. 
Victor filmed her from all angles, studying her legs, her well-displayed
ass and her hanging tits.  His cock was aching for her and he knew how this
little video would end.  He resisted the urge to tear into her ass right
then and there, reminding himself that this video needed to showcase all of
Cori's assets and skills as much as possible.

   Cori stood up and spread her legs shoulder width as she bent over at the
waist and again put her palms flat on the exercise mat.  Her legs were
straight and her ass filled the frame of Victor's camera.  She dropped to
the floor and lay on her belly, then kicked her legs up behind her,
grabbing her ankles.  Victor had a notion to grab cut the leather straps
off the stupid weight machine and hogtie her like that while he had his way
with her for the rest of the day.  Damn, she was hot and impossible to
resist.

   She rolled onto her back and did a series of scissor kicks before
kicking her legs up over her shoulders, then pinning them behind her arms.

   "As you can tell," Victor said, "she's strong, athletic, flexible with a
great deal of stamina and a knack for teasing.  I know you've got athletes
on scholarship there with far less physical ability than Cori has.  And I'm
sure you're already envisioning her value to the university.  Donors write
larger checks faster when they have the right incentive.  Blue-chip
recruits expect the best in everything - including women.  Board members
approve budgets - such as staff increases and bonuses - much more willingly
when they're in a good mood.  Want to see how good of a mood Cori can put
someone in?  Here."

   Victor panned out and pointed the camera down as he pulled out his cock.
Cori crawled to him on her hands and knees and looked right into the camera
as she filled her mouth with his cock.  She made sure he could see her
cheeks hollow as she sucked, her lips purse as she licked and kissed, and
her cheeks bulge as he stuffed his cock into the side of her mouth.  Then,
with a lusty gaze in the camera, she took the full length of his cock down
her throat, actually guiding Victor's hand to hold the camera to the side
so Harris would be able to see it when her tongue slithered out and
lathered Victor's balls at the same time she was deep-throating him.

   "I think you'll agree," Victor grunted, "that her skill and technique
are extraordinary.  And it's fair to say she enjoys what's she's doing. 
It's always so much better when a girl jumps at the chance to suck your
cock, or better yet, begs for the chance.  And then there's the swallowing,
but we'll get to that later.  As good as this feels, I think I should show
you just how nice that pretty pink pussy is, too." He pulled his cock out
and pushed Cori onto her back.  She lifted her legs up once more, spreading
them and pinning them behind her arms.  Victor handed her the camera and
she held it between her breasts, pointing down as Victor speared her cunt
with this hard shaft, the thick mushroom head leading the charge deep
inside her.  She grunted and moaned and whimpered for effect as Victor laid
into her, shaking the camera with every forceful thrust, his balls slapping
wetly against her pussy.  "It's so damn tight and hot," Victor grunted.  "I
can assure you, she's in perfect shape, inside and out.  This is one tight,
hard fucking body."

   Victor almost came, but stopped abruptly and pulled out.  "Of course,
most sluts these days will offer their cunt or mouth at the drop of a hat.
But the number who will bend over and take it up the ass is a little
smaller.  Naturally, I'm happy to report that Cori is in that terrific
minority." He took the camera back knelt behind her as she kneeled now on
all fours.  He pushed the back of her head and she dropped down to her
elbows, letting her head drop to the floor as she raised her ass up for
him. He held the camera in his left hand while he pulled on her right ass
cheek.  Cori pulled on the left, spreading herself for him and he pushed
his wet cock through her tight outer ring into gloriously snug asshole. 
His powerful cock nudged her open a little at a time until he was balls
deep inside and pounding her ass with a determined, steady rhythm.

   He was close to coming, so he stopped and pulled out and carefully set
the camera on the workout bench, checking to make sure he could get Cori's
entire body in the frame.  He then repositioned himself behind her, smiled
and waved at the camera and then re-entered her ass, which gaped open
readily for him this time.  Cori whimpered as he filled her once more. 
Sweat glistened on her body and her breath came in soft, erotic pants that
only fueled Victor's lust more.

   "She even likes it a little rough," Victor panted, slapping Cori's ass
sharply.  "So long as it's not too rough.  Right?"

   "Right," Cori nodded her head vigorously.  "Spank me a little, please!"
He slapped her ass a couple more times, then grabbed her ponytail, gently
pulling her head back, forcing her to arch her back and thrust her ass back
against him as her head tilted toward the ceiling.  While his left hand
held her head in place, he reached underneath her with his right hand and
tugged on her tits, which jutted out, her hard nipples now pointing
straight ahead.  Victor imagined that the profile shot of her nipples
sticking out was amazing on the camera and accentuated the effect by
reaching around in front of her and pulling straight out on her nipple
ring, stretching her nipple to its maximum length before letting go.  Cori
moaned again and Victor recognized that soft whine that came from deep
inside her.  She was nearing an orgasm, even though he was fucking her ass.
What an amazing bitch.  Well, her cumming on camera didn't lock up a full
scholarship, he didn't know what would.

   He hastily stood up and sat down on the large exercise ball, leaning his
back against the wall and planting his feet on the floor to keep the ball
steady.  Then, he held his cock upright while Cori lowered her ass on to
him.  They were facing directly toward the camera and Victor was confident
they were still in view.  When he was fully inside her, he spread her legs
with his and worked on her pussy with his right hand and her tits with his
left.  She rode up and down on him, using her long legs to push herself up
and down while he tended to her most sensitive areas.  The closer she came
to cumming, the faster he rubbed her clit, the harder he tugged her nipples
and the faster she bounced on his cock.  When she finally came, Victor
grabbed both of her legs and pulled them back up by her head, pointing her
spasming cunt directly at the camera.  Though she wasn't a squirter, she
still presented a pretty picture of pussy sweetness as she fell limp back
against him.

   He pushed her onto the floor and she knelt before him, bouncing on her
knees as he stuffed her mouth with his cock, which only seconds before had
been in her ass.  "That's right," he said.  "Ass to mouth is no problem for
this one, my friend.  She takes it all ways, all day.  Suck me good, baby."

   She didn't have to suck long before he was spewing cum all over her
face. He aimed carefully, making sure he got her eyelids, forehead, cheeks,
nose and lips.  He picked up the camera and zoomed in on her face as he
pushed his softening cock against her lips.  She opened up to suck and
clean him.  "Look at that," he said.  "She just keeps sucking.  And she
loves that cum.  I tell you, she had a cum breakfast - three servings, you
might say - the other day and ate every drop.  Maybe you could have a
nutritionist do a study with her on the effects of a cum diet.  Fuck, look
at her lick it up." He pulled out of her mouth and filmed as she scooped
wads of cum into her mouth, shoveling it in with her tongue and fingers,
tasting and swallowing, smiling for the camera the entire time.

   She hadn't told Victor what she was going to do next, but quickly
bounced up and told Victor to keep the camera on the doorway.  Seconds
later, her sling came flying in, landing on the workout bench.  And a
second after that, she followed, wearing only her heels and the thin, white
BJU t-shirt which hung down just far enough to cover her pussy.  She was
carrying a bottle of water and walked in slowly, seductively, licking her
lips and eyeing the camera.  She swung her legs over the workout bench and
sat down, her pussy exposed, her nipples clearly visible through the thin
material.  She took a long drink of water, tilting her head back and
turning to the side so he could get a profile of her drinking and
swallowing.  Then she let the water spill down her front, soaking her
shirt, which quickly became transparent.

   She turned back to face the camera and smiled.  "So, Mr.  Harris, do you
think there's any room at all for a girl like me at your school?  I don't
want to fuck for grades, I'll earn those with my brain.  But I really want
to go there and I'll work hard in and out of the classroom to make sure you
don't regret giving me a scholarship.  I'm not looking for trouble or drama
- I just want a chance, an education and a little respect.  I'm not
conceited, but I know I have a lot to offer in return.  I believe I was
given this body and these skills for a reason, but I know they can't last
forever.  I'm planning for the future and willing to give you the best
present I can.  I've given it some thought and I think I was destined to go
to B...J....U," - she spoke slowly, emphasizing the letters as she licked
her lips, "don't you?"

   Victor stopped filming.  "Perfect," he said.  "Absolutely perfect. 
That's the hottest video I've ever seen in my life."

   "Thanks," Cori said.  "And thanks for getting me off again - you're
really good at that.  I never cum when I'm getting fucked in the ass, but
that was great."

   "Any time," Victor chuckled, pinching her ass.  "Why don't you throw
that sling in the wash and go take a shower.  I'll upload this video and
send it to him."

   Cori chose to take a bath instead, soaking and resting for nearly an
hour.  When she came back out, she remembered that the sling was in the
wash but she couldn't find the BJU t-shirt she had been wearing.  She put
on her heels and walked into the living room naked with her hair down and
body refreshed.  She wasn't surprised to see Sam and Miles there with
Victor.  They were all watching the video, which Victor had playing on his
big screen TV.  It was at the point I the video where Cori was
demonstrating her flexibility, just before Victor fucked her.  Cori knew
all three men had very early flights tomorrow and suspected they all three
would want a farewell fuck.  Obviously, now that Victor had played with her
for a while, he was willing to share his toy for a bit before bed time.

   "There's the star," Miles smiled.

   "Bring the camera," Sam laughed.  He grabbed Cori by the wrist and
pulled her toward the bedroom.  Miles was right behind and, indeed, Victor
followed with the video camera.  Sam pushed Cori onto the bed and lay down
next to her.  Miles fell into bed on the other side of her and both men
began touching and kissing all over her.

   "Didn't think we were going to leave without one last roll in the hay,
did ya?" Sam laughed, stuffing two fingers in her pussy.

   "No," Cori giggled.  "You're not going to take turns?"

   "Nope," Miles said.  "Victor is donating some of his time, but we
thought it wouldn't be fair to keep you to ourselves all afternoon and
evening, so we're doubling up.  Not a problem, is it, sweet cheeks?  Last
time I checked, you had three holes and a pair of tits that were all
cock-worthy."

   "Fine with me," Cori said.  While she had enjoyed much of her time with
these strange, egotistical men, she was also very happy that this three-day
ordeal was almost over.  In a few hours, she would hopefully see them all
for the last time - well, except maybe Victor, whom she liked the most of
the three and whom she assumed would probably visit her at college if
things worked out.  But she wouldn't miss Sam and Miles at all.  Still,
they had been fair to her despite breaking her rules and she had come too
far now not to give them her best effort one more time.  She grabbed their
cocks and stroked them, feeling them both harden in her soft hands.  She
envisioned them each taking turns in all of her holes, cumming once or
twice each, then being done.  The sooner she got them off the first time,
the closer she was to saying good riddance.  She made a move to suck Miles'
cock, but he pushed her away and laughed.

   "She's trying to rush things, Sam," he said.

   "I think you're right," Sam nodded.  "Oh, Cori, you're much too smart to
think we were going to settle for a slam-bam quickie.  We like to play,
have fun, you know that.  Besides, we're paying an awful lot of money for
this.  You've earned every penny so far, but your job isn't over yet, my
dear."

   Cori frowned, trying to hide her disappointment.  Just when she thought
she was getting close to the finish line, they were telling her she had to
run a few more laps.  "OK," she said in the best chirpy voice she could
muster, "what's the game today?"

   "Sundae relay race," Sam said.  "Here's how it works.  We're going to
stand at this end of the room and cover our cocks in different stuff you
would find in a sundae - minus the ice cream, which is already in that bowl
over there." He pointed to the other side of the room where there was a
bowl with two scoops of ice cream sitting on the end table next to the bed.
"First, there's chocolate, then fudge, then whipped cream and finally a
cherry.  You have to crawl back and forth from the bowl to us and get as
much of whatever's on our cock onto the sundae as you can.  Of course, you
can only use your mouth to transport everything, so I suggest you suck hard
and long and get as much as you can.  We wo't move to the next topping
until our dicks are clean.  And you can't eat any of the toppings, either.
We'll keep going until you've made a complete sundae.  If you can finish in
under 30 minutes, we'll give you a reward.  If it takes longer than that,
we'll deduct $50 from Gerald's next check for every minute you're over. 
Got it?"

   Cori looked at them and at the distance from the bowl to where they were
standing.  She guessed it was about 15 feet.  That was going to be a lot of
crawling back and forth.  She'd have to suck as much as she could in her
mouth each time --- better to take more time sucking and get a full
mouthful than to waste time crawling back and forth.  Her plan formulated,
she nodded that she was ready when they were.  This, Cori frowned to
herself, was the sort of humiliating activities she had expected from them
all along.  There was nothing in this for her.  There was no adventure, no
fun, no pending orgasm.  Just her subjecting herself to their whims and
desires.  Thank goodness the whole three days hadn't been like this.  She
pushed the negative thoughts aside, focused on the fact that her real
vacation was only hours away, and got on her hands and knees.

   She looked across the room.  Sam and Miles were smiling, holding their
chocolate covered dicks in their hands, waiting to feed them to her. 
Victor stood to the side, video camera in one hand and stopwatch in the
other.  "Ready, set, go!" he said.  Cori had done many a slow, sensual
crawl for men before, but this time she scrambled ahead as quickly as she
could, aware that her tits were slapping into each other and swaying back
and forth.  She went to Sam first, opening her mouth wide and engulfing his
cock.

   "Now that's a hungry little bitch," Sam laughed, putting his hand on the
back of her head and thrusting his cock into her mouth.  "Get a good
mouthful of that, you little slut."

   Cori licked and sucked as quickly as her lips and tongue could work. 
She filled her cheeks with as much chocolate as she could, continually
fighting the reflex to swallow.  Funny, it had taken her a while to learn
to control her gag reflex, but seldom did she have to deal with not
swallowing - except for when a guy wanted her to hold his cum in her mouth
for a while.  Anyway, she had planned to get as much chocolate as she could
from both cocks, but realized that she couldn't possibly hold this gooey
chocolate syrup in her mouth without spilling or swallowing it while she
opened her mouth to suck Miles.  She'd have to empty her mouth first.  She
quickly scrambled back and spit the chocolate out onto the ice cream,
disappointed at how little it looked like.  She looked at Sam's cock as she
headed back and was surprised to see that a lot of chocolate still
remained.

   "Gonna have to suck harder than that, babe," Sam said.  "I figured you
to be the kind of girl who could suck the proverbial chrome off a trailer
hitch or a golf ball through a hose.  You better be if you're going to win
that reward."

   Cori chastised herself for not doing better and hollowed her cheeks
around Miles' cock, sucking loudly like a child who has reached the bottom
of a glass of milk.  She traced her tongue around the head of his cock,
finding large deposits of chocolate caked there and along the thick veins
of his shaft.

   "I think she's doing better this time," Miles said happily.  "Damn, that
feels good."

   Cori hurried back and spat out the chocolate again, encouraged to see
that indeed she had been more successful this time.  She headed back,
determined to remove all remaining chocolate from both cocks this time. 
She wondered how long it had been already.  Five minutes?  Ten?  She lost
track of time when she was fucking and sucking.  She couldn't worry about
that now.  She licked Sam's cock as clean as she could until he
acknowledged that it was good enough.  She collected it under her tongue
and held it there while she finished off Miles' remaining chocolate.  By
the time she had spat it out and returned, both men had covered their cocks
in hot fudge that was just warm enough not to be hardened but no so hot as
to burn.

   "The longer you take, the thicker this stuff is going to get," Sam
taunted.

   Cori knew that and hated him suddenly for teasing her like that.  She
attacked his cock with animalistic vigor, her mouth devouring him, her
teeth scraping along the sides of his cock as she slurped almost every bit
of hot fudge off him in one quick, efficient trip.

   "Impressive," Sam said, nodding.  "But watch your teeth, slut."

   Cori didn't respond, focusing on the same sort of success with Miles'
cock.  She figured if she could get him in one trip too, that would make up
for her slow start and she might just have a chance at finishing in under
30 minutes.  She was slowed by Miles, who put his hands on the back of her
head and gave her mouth half a dozen good hard thrusts before stopping and
letting her do her work.  He's a prick, too, she thought.  After three
days, these two were showing their true colors again - the same colors they
had shown when she first met them and when she saw them mistreating Gerald.
She hoped Victor wouldn't treat her the same way tonight, and she didn't
think he would.  He was no saint, but he had a level of decency and
humility and maturity these guys lacked.  That said, he sure seemed to be
enjoying the show.  She noticed that he was stroking his cock with one hand
and holding the camera with the other.  She wondered if he was keeping
track of the time.  Just then, he announced, "15 minutes left."

   Despite Miles' delays, she got him in one trip too and now had only the
whipped cream and cherry to go.  She figured she was in good shape.  The
whipped cream should be the easiest thing yet.

   She was right, the whipped cream didn't stick to their cocks nearly as
much as the chocolate and fudge and she was able to make relatively short
work of that layer of the sundae.  She figured she had a good 10 minutes
left and only two cherries to retrieve to finish the job.

   She reached Sam and went to get the cherry, which was perched neatly at
the base of his cock.  Then her heart sank.  She saw that the cherry had
been tied to his cock via a thin piece of green string that looked like a
stem at first glance.  She looked up at Sam.

   "To get it off," he said, "you have to work it up my shaft, then untie
it ... with your mouth.  And no biting, bitch."

   Cori frowned and decided to take it one step at a time.  She bobbed her
head down on his cock, feeling it pressing down her throat as she tried to
reach the cherry.  She pursed her lips tightly around it and pulled back.
It came about a quarter of an inch before slipping out of her grasp.  She
bobbed back down again, pursed her lips again and pulled, trying to wrap
her tongue around the string for extra leverage.

   While Cori was struggling with her task, Sam was in ecstasy.  Her lips
and tongue were working wonders on his cock and he was about ready to say
screw the race and give her the skull fucking she deserved.  But he held
off, making the most of every second of pure pleasure, watching this
gorgeous young woman give him the best blowjob of his life.

   Cori had to bob her head repeatedly, working fast and furious until the
cherry finally was up to his head.  With his cock narrowed slightly just
below the crown of his head, she used the extra bit of space to wedge her
tongue between the string and his cock.  Sam could hardly stand it - her
tongue was literally now tied to the underside of his cock.  In all the
times he had tied women up or played other games with them, why hadn't he
thought of this one before?  What could be better than a tongue tied to her
cock?

   Cori moved her tongue from side to side, trying to stretch the string.
It was tied in a knot, so untying it was out of the question.  She needed
to stretch it until the string snapped.  And the only way to do that was to
keep rubbing her tongue side to side along the bottom of his shaft.  Sam
was yelling and cheering now, professing that nothing had ever felt this
good.  Cori ignored him as best she could.  She was making progress now. 
She felt the string weakening as it was soaked through with saliva now. 
She sucked hard on the cherry itself and felt it pop into her mouth,
suddenly free of the string and his cock.

   She scrambled back and put the cherry on the sundae, then looked at
Victor as she headed toward Miles.  "Three minutes," he said, frowning. 
Cori thought briefly that it was sweet that he wanted her to win the race.
She didn't have much time, but she now knew how to get the cherry off and
worked much more quickly on Miles.  Her jaws ached but she drew the cherry
slowly up his shaft, determined to finish the job.  Once again, she wedged
her tongue between the string and his cock, feeling his prick leap in her
mouth and knowing that it obviously felt wonderful to him.  She didn't
care. She worked frantically on the cherry, twisting her head to avoid
Miles' attempts to shove his cock down her throat again.  She would gladly
deep throat him as soon as this was over, she told herself.

   "Thirty seconds," Victor said.  Angrily, Cori sucked with all her might
and the cherry flew into her mouth.  She scurried back across the floor,
spitting the cherry onto the sundae with five seconds to spare.  She
collapsed on the floor, but Sam and Miles weren't in the mood to give her a
break.  She had brought them to the brink of orgasm and they weren't going
to let her stop there.  Miles picked her up and she wrapped her legs and
arms around him while he drove his cock into her pussy.  Sam approached
from behind and split her ass cheeks with his cock.  She was impaled in
both holes now, and together they lifted her up and down, groping her tits
as they did so.  After a few minutes, they traded holes, turning Cori so
that she clung to Sam while he fucked her cunt and Miles claimed her ass
one last time.

   They were so lusty and horny they fucked her recklessly, tossing her up
and down, slamming into her from all angles, then throwing her down on the
bed.  Miles forced his cock down her throat before she was ready and even
Cori gagged momentarily before catching up with him.  He pounded her throat
for a few seconds, then pulled back and filled her mouth with his cum.

   "Don't swallow," he instructed.  She held it in her mouth while he
continued to pump more and more cum into her.  When he was done, he said,
"Now, put that on the sundae, bitch." Cori nodded, knowing now that they
intended for her to eat that nasty sundae, and crawled over to it, spitting
his impressive load on top, white cream now coating the bright red
cherries.

   She had barely turned around when Sam grabbed her and stuffed his balls
in her mouth.  She licked and sucked on them, then accepted his throbbing
cock for a few quick thrusts before he came in a flood of salty cream.  She
knew not to swallow, holding it in her mouth while he finished, then
spitting it on the sundae as well.

   "I think our friends would like to see her eat that sundae, don't you?"
Miles sneered to Sam.

   "I think our friends would enjoy that a lot," Sam agreed.

   "Friends?" Cori asked.

   "Yeah," Miles said.  "All of my buddies are going to enjoy watching this
video.  Damn, they will be some jealous SOB's."

   Cori knew better than to protest.  She preferred to stay blissfully
unaware of the pictures and videos of her that no doubt populated many
adult web sites these days.  Too many guys with cameras had had
opportunities to think it wasn't out there.  She just didn't like to think
about it.  But here was Miles, prick that he was, telling her point blank
that he was going to send her video to who knows how many friends.  She did
a great job of hiding her anger as she ate the ice cream, playfully holding
up a spoonful of cum and showing it to the camera before she smiled and ate
it.

   When she finished the ice cream, Victor shut off the camera and Miles
handed her an envelope.  "Here's your reward," he said.  She opened it and
saw that it was filled with $100 bills.

   "That's $10,000," he said.  "That's to get you started in college - I
guess your books and room will be taken care of, so use it to get some new
clothes, buy a car, whatever you want.  Just take care of yourself, keep
having fun and don't stop being a sexy slut."

   The words were hardly mushy, but Cori sensed that was as close as Miles
got to expressing caring for someone, so she thanked him with a hug and a
kiss on the cheek.

   "Look, kid, you know you're smart, so don't let guys like us ruin you,
all right?" Sam said.  "If anyone gives you any trouble, call me and I'll
take care of it.  Got it?"

   Again, Cori was surprised that Sam showed some level of caring for her.
She hugged and kissed him as well.  They both left without another word,
leaving Cori naked, exhausted and holding $10,000.

   "That was an easy 10 grand, huh?" Victor asked.

   "Not easy," Cori shook her head.  "So, am I really going to college?"

   "If you want," Victor said.  "Harris saw the video and loved it, of
course.  He absolutely wants you there, no expenses.  When you're vacation
is over, you'll fly there to meet with him and work out whatever details
you both agree upon."

   "Wow," Cori shook her head.  "Wow.  I don't know if I can do it."

   "What do you mean?" Victor asked.  "You did it for a guy you don't even
know for the past three days.  You won't do it for two years to take care
of your entire future?"

   "It's humiliating sometimes," Cori said, trying not to cry.  "This, this
was very degrading.  Yeah, $10,000 is great, but that was the first time
they really treated me like a whore."

   "Look, I understand," Victor said.  "I do.  I know there's a line and
they crossed it.  But you have to look past that now.  You have a future
that will be free of humiliation and degradation if you choose it.  Or, you
can live a whole life of it.  If I were you, I would use every advantage I
had right now.  Your best asset is still that hard body, no matter how much
you want to deny it sometimes.  Me, I used my dad's connections to get a
leg up on everyone.  I got the best teachers, jobs I didn't deserve and
raises I didn't earn.  But now look at me, my company is successful because
I made it that way.  I needed help to get there, sure, but I don't need it
now.  You need that hard body to get there.  It's a big price to pay, but
you've already paid a lot, why stop now?  Plus, I know you like it half the
time - you smile and play and cum.  You loved making that video with me
earlier, didn't you?"

   "Yeah," Cori admitted.  "That was fun.  You're probably right.  This is
probably the best opportunity I'm ever going to get.  I mean, what other
options do I really have?  I can't afford school any other way and I don't
have a real career without a degree.  Other girls strip and work for escort
services and model.  I guess if they can do it, I can too, huh?"

   "That's right," Victor said.  "No one can take away your self-respect
and self-worth if you don't let them.  I know you've had some bad things
done to you - I've participated in some of them - and yet you know you're
better than that.  Eventually, everyone else will too.  Some of us already
do."

   "I don't know," Cori said, frowning.

   "Look, why don't you just go meet with Bob --- uh, Mr.  Harris," Victor
said.  "You can talk about it, see the campus, see what he has in mind and
go from there.  If you don't like it, you've lost nothing - I'll pay for
your flight there and anywhere you want to go afterwards.  If you like it,
well, you're on your way.  And it's not like you'd be imprisoned.  You
could quite anytime."

   "You're right," Cori said.  "What do I have to lose just talking to him?
Let's call him and set it up."

   Victor made the call and made arrangements for Cori to fly in to meet
Bob Harris the day she left St.  Thomas.  She'd fly straight to BJU, which
was along the coast in North Carolina, then, regardless of her decision,
return to Darien, Georgia for at least a few days.  She wanted to see Ben
and John and Ty again.  She wanted to tell them so much of what had
happened in the last few weeks and get their ideas on what to do next.  She
knew she could trust them over anyone else.  In fact, she wanted to call
Ben tonight and see what he thought about college, but Victor had precious
few hours left with his toy and made it clear that he intended to make the
most of it.

   "You like sunsets?" he asked, not waiting for an answer.  "Should be a
beautiful one on the beach tonight.  Let's take a walk, shall we?"

   "OK," Cori said.

   "Just wear the BJU shirt and nothing else," Victor said.

   "Nothing?" Cori asked.  "No thong or heels?"

   "Nothing," Victor said.  "The t-shirt is just long enough.  People will
assume you have a bikini on underneath.  Even when they see your ass
cheeks, they'll assume it's a thong.  Until they get closer and they might
catch a glimpse of that sweet little pussy of yours peeking out.  They'll
notice those hard nipples and the way your tits jiggle.  Then, they'll
realize you're naked underneath.  But by then, we will have passed them and
they'll be left to wish they had gotten a better look.  Sounds like fun,
doesn't it?"

   "Yeah," Cori smiled genuinely.  "It does.  You like to show me off,
don't you?"

   "Who wouldn't?" Victor said.  "Yeah, a little stroll showing you off
like that is going to make me really horny.  Get ready for a long night of
banging, baby." He held up a little bottle of blue pills.  She just smiled,
shook her head and took his hand as they walked out the door.

   They strolled casually down to the beach and sure enough, it was a
beautiful sunset.  There were lots of other people out walking too, many of
them paying little attention, while others' eyes popped as they realized
what they were seeing in the fading light.

   Victor noticed a couple gaining on them from behind.  He put his arm
around Cori's waist, using his forearm to pull her shirt up just a little
further.  Now, it would be clear that she was wearing no swimsuit
underneath.  "Damn," he heard the guy exclaim under his breath as they
passed by.

   "Don't you want to pick up some seashells to take back with you?" Victor
grinned.  Cori laughed and walked ahead of him so that both he and anyone
else around could see.  Then, she bent over at the waist, knowing her ass
and pussy were exposed, and slowly gathered up a handful of seashells.

   She wasn't sure how many people saw her, but heard Victor say proudly,
"Hey, look but don't touch fellas.  That belongs to me."

   Well, for tonight, that was true, Cori thought to herself.  But starting
tomorrow, she was going to start making decisions about her future.  If she
gave herself to someone, it was going to be for one of only two reasons,
either it was helping her get what she wanted or it was because she liked
the guy.  No more using her body to make money for other people, do favors
for folks or because she felt sorry for someone.  It was time to look out
for herself.  That much was clear.  How to do it was another question.

   She stood up and Victor took her hand and immediately began leading her
back up the beach.  Five minutes later, they were back in his suite and six
minutes later he was balls deep in her pussy, having bent her over the back
of the coach as soon as they walked in the door.  He pounded her with a
furious lust and Cori knew that her little show on the beach had driven him
crazy.  He grabbed a handful of her t-shirt, using it as a handle to get
better leverage.

   Cori was powerless, just keeping her legs straight and holding on for
the ride.  The back of the couch was slamming into her tummy as he thrust
back and forth inside her.  She felt the sting of his palm on her ass, then
he grabbed her shirt again and she felt it being ripped away.  He stopped
fucking her long enough to twirl the shirt into a thin rope, much like
rolling a towel to snap it in the locker room.  Then, he looped the shirt
over her head and told her to put it in her mouth.  She did and he held
both ends, like the reins on a horse.  He held the shirt in one hand,
spanked her ass with the other and rode her for another five minutes before
pulling his cock out of her pussy and plowing it into her ass.  He
continued to spank her and pull on the "reins" while she bucked beneath
him, trying not to throw him off, but to get him off.

   "Yes, yes, my little bitch," he panted.  "That's a million dollar ass
you have there.  Oh, you're going to be rich little bitch someday.  Oh,
damn, that's nice.  Fuck, yes!"

   Just as he was about to cum, he pulled out and yanked on the t-shirt,
spinning her around.  As she gasped for breath, he filled her mouth with
his cock and instantly began blasting his cum onto her tongue, into her
cheeks, between her teeth and down her throat.  She gurgled and swallowed
and sucked, taking the whole load without spilling a drop.

   The rest of the night went much the same.  They never slept a wink. 
Victor said he'd sleep on the plane and Cori could sleep on the beach.  He
fucked her pussy in bed, then she gave him a blowjob on the patio at about
2 a.m.  He took her ass as she bent over the dining room table at 3:30 a.m.
and she polished him off with a blowjob at 5 a.m.  Then he showered and
left, giving Cori a peck on the cheek and stuffing his card between her
tits - which were now squeezed back into the white sling she had worn the
day before.

   Cori staggered slowly back to her own room, exhausted from three days of
virtual non-stop fucking, her mind and body both totally spent.  But she
was also happy, exhilarated.  The three-day marathon was over.  She
wondered how many times she had been fucked, displayed, photographed and
fondled in the last three days.  If there was a world record for such
things, she had to be close to breaking it.  But, she still had a full week
in paradise to relax and recover and, she recalled, Rudin had promised to
upgrade her to first class.  She wondered what that would entail.  Right
now, she needed some first-class sleep.  When she entered her room, she
didn't even bother to change or shower.  She simply kicked off her heels
and collapsed on the bed.

   She slept all day.  She didn't even here the maids enter and leave.  She
heard nothing, dead to the world for almost 12 hours.  Finally, she woke to
a pounding on the door.  Had one of the guys missed their flight?  She
hoped not.  Barefoot, she stumbled to the door, her white sling still
molded to her nearly nude body.  She peeped through the hole in the door
and saw Gerald's smiling face.  She opened the door, smiling, happy to see
him.  Mr.  Rudin was behind him as well.

   "Hey!" she said, her voice hoarse after just waking up and going all day
with no liquids.  She realized that probably the last thing she drank or
ate would have been the multiple loads of cum Victor had dumped down her
throat.  She hadn't eaten or drank anything else in the last 24 hours. 
Suddenly, she realized she was very hungry and thirsty.  She opened the
door wide and let her guests enter.  "Come on in, guys!"

   Both men entered and Cori and Rudin waved it off as Cori offered them a
seat.  "No, we can't stay," Rudin said.  "I just wanted to stop by and tell
you that you are the lucky recipient of a free room and service upgrade."
Cori remembered that Gerald had no idea what had been going on the last
three days and nodded to Rudin a subtle appreciation for his discretion.

   "That's great!" Cori said.  "What does it mean?"

   "It means you get a full suite like many of our long-term guests use, a
full 24-hour menu of room service options, free use of a golf cart on the
resort and priority seating at our restaurants with no wait.  You also have
a chair and table reserved for you at the pool and beach with fifteen
minutes notice."

   "Thank you so much!" Cori said.

   "You're very welcome," Rudin said.  "Thank you, Ms.  Banks, for being
such a great guest.  Gerald, whom I believe you have met, will assist you
with moving your things to the new suite.  Please understand, too, that
tips are no longer necessary or welcome for the remainder of your stay, Ms.
Banks.  You are now on all-inclusive status.  Our staff will not expect nor
accept gratuities from you."

   "I can't thank you enough!" Cori said.

   "I'll see you before you leave," Rudin said as he left.

   "How are you, Gerald?" Cori asked, turning to her friend.  "I haven't
seen you for a couple of days."

   "I was off - a paid vacation!" he exclaimed.  The excitement was beaming
from his face as he explained to Cori about his bonus and chance to go to
school.  Any regrets she had about the previous three days were washed away
and she wondered about her plan to only look out for herself from now on.
If she could do something to make someone this happy, wasn't that more
important than her own happiness?  She wasn't sure.  She'd take it on a
case by case basis.  Men thought with their penises half the time, but she
intended to let her heart be her guide and her body simply the tool to
carry out whatever plan or task needed to be done.

   Gerald loaded up Cori's bags and clothes and drove her down the cart
path to her new suite.  Her heart jumped when she saw whose it was - Sam's.
They were going to let her stay in Sam's suite for the remainder of her
stay.  Well, so long as he wasn't there, she knew it was a nice place. 
Obviously, he had agreed to it, which was nice.

   Cori showered and had a nice meal at one of the resort's restaurant and
Gerald drew up a new plan for her for the remainder of her stay.  She spent
the next seven days sightseeing, shopping, laying on the beach, snorkeling,
boating, riding jet skis and having the time of her life.  Not once was she
naked in public.  Not once did she have sex.  Not once was she groped or
photographed.  Sure, a couple guys tried to hit on her, but no more
aggressively than they did any of the other women.  It was nice, quiet and
relaxing.  The perfect vacation and just what she needed.

   She had put off calling Ben back at the shop.  She didn't want to think
about the future or anything right now.  But as the vacation drew to a
close, her thoughts turned more and more to her options.  The Shop. 
College.  Something else?  Maybe her own restaurant?  It boggled her mind.
She called Ben, but he wasn't home, so she left a message that she'd be
there in three or four days.  She couldn't wait to see them all.

   On her last day at the resort, Cori stopped by Rudin's office to thank
him and say good bye.  The man had been good to her and she wanted to thank
him.  She was wearing a light blue St.  Thomas tank top with a scoop neck.
The top ended at her belly button, leaving a few inches of bare tan skin
before reaching the top of her tight, navy blue athletic shorts, which had
triangular notches cut out of both sides, showing off a little bit of her
upper thigh.  She wore white sandals and her hair flowed freely.  She wore
no bra and her nipples were hard against the snug tank top.  She looked
sexy, but it was certainly appropriate attire for a beach resort.

   "Hello, Cori," Rudin said, standing up from behind his desk.  He was
dressed in a white button-down dress shirt, dark slacks, no tie or jacket.
"It's great to see you.  I guess you're all set and ready to head back to
the States, huh?"

   "Yeah," Cori smiled.  "I've loved it here so much and everyone besides
you-know-who has been so great to me.  I just wanted to thank you for
everything."

   "You're quite welcome," Rudin smiled genuinely.  "You've bee a pleasure
to have here.  I hope you can come back soon."

   "Oh, I'd love to," Cori said.  "Maybe in a few years when I have my own
company, I can buy one of those suites for myself."

   "Maybe," Rudin said.  "But you know, you could probably get one now, if
you wanted."

   "Really?" Cori asked.  "I don't have any money." As soon as she said
those words, she knew what he was proposing.  Unbelievable.  Here we go
again, she thought.  And he seemed so nice, too.

   "Look," Rudin said.  "You know I like you and I'm not going to try to
trick you into anything.  If you want to do it, we can work something out -
something safe, discreet, none of the public nonsense those guys pulled. 
If you don't want to do it, no problem.  I can still get you a discount any
time you want to come and will never ask again."

   So, he was a nice guy.  No pressure.  No blackmail.  Just a simple
trade. Was it worth it to her?  This is exactly the sort of decision she
was going to have to make a lot from now on, she guessed.  This wasn't
about doing anything for anyone else.  This was a chance to do something
great for herself by doing something for a man who had been nothing but a
gentleman to her.

   "What do you propose?" Cori asked, smiling.  "I mean, Gerald got paid,
Sam, Victor and Miles got what they wanted.  And you, well, you got nothing
but headaches.  Seems to me I might owe you a bit anyway.  And, if you're
proposing some sort of trade for a place to vacation, well, that might
work, so long as it's not too extreme."

   "No, not at all," Rudin grinned.  "I was thinking I could get you a time
share for one of the suites and set you up to come maybe three times a year
for a week to 10 days.  We'd schedule it when Sam and his boys were gone so
you wouldn't have to deal with them.  You get the first-class suite, all
expenses paid except your airfare and I get an hour with you every other
day during your stay.  Nothing extreme.  Just straightforward stuff - oral,
anal or pussy at my choosing.  It would be at my house, so it would be very
discreet."

   Compared to other deals Cori had worked, this one was pretty favorable.
He wasn't asking for much in return for a suite that would have run her
$5,000 a week, minimum, not to mention all the other expenses.

   "If I change my mind?" Cori asked.

   "Simple, we just cancel the deal, no hard feelings, and you pay off your
tab for that particular trip.  No further money owed."

   "No one will know?"

   "Not a soul," he said.

   "I can't believe I'm saying this," Cori said, "but you have yourself a
deal.  Now, I've got about 15 minutes before I need to go.  May I thank you
properly but quickly for all you've done?"

   Rudin unzipped his pants and Cori knelt down in front of him, quickly
turning his semi-erect cock into a throbbing 7-inch piece of steel-hard
meat.  He didn't come close to lasting 15 minutes - about five - before he
filled her mouth with a prodigious load of cum.  Cori realized that the man
obviously hadn't had sex for a while and felt a little sorry for him. 
Though she had told herself she wasn't going to make decisions based on
being sorry for someone else anymore, it still made her feel better about
her decision, knowing that she was giving a nice man rare moments of pure
pleasure.  It was a remarkable gift to be able to offer and she suddenly
felt very powerful.

   She swallowed his load happily, then left with a bounce in her step,
promising to visit again soon.