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 THE HARD BODY CLERK: CONTINUING EDUCATION BY DL SLOAN

   CHAPTER 4: GIVE HIM AN INCH... Cori prepared for her day with Miles with
a smile on her face.  She was doing all this for Gerald, but she found she
had truly enjoyed herself yesterday.  It had been a little embarrassing at
times and they had really messed with her head, sort of tricking her into
things she didn't think she wanted to do.  But it had been fun and creative
and a great experience sexually.  She hoped Miles would be every bit as fun
and creative as Sam.  She had resigned herself to the fact that public sex,
group sex and anal sex were no longer things she could say were off limits.
The only thing she could cling to was no rough stuff - though she had been
tied up and fucked twice yesterday, but neither time had been what she
would consider rough.  It was light, creative bondage, but not rough.

   She remembered how Miles had collided with Gerald and had been so angry,
so mean at the time.  Of course, he had also been drunk.  Still, it put a
damper on her excitement for the day as she wondered just how far he might
try to push things.  But, he had been just fine yesterday, so Cori pushed
any thoughts of trouble from her mind and decided that the positive
approach that had made yesterday so fun was the way to approach today as
well.

   Miles had asked Cori to put on a pair of small athletic shorts with a
thong underneath, a white tank top with nothing underneath and white tennis
shoes.  Her hair was to be in a pony tail and she was to wear bright red
lipstick.  Cori followed his orders to the letter, putting on a pair of
blue cotton athletic shorts that were very short and very tight.  She
rolled down the top so the top of her hot pink thong was visible and a full
third of her ass cheeks stuck out of the bottom.  Her tank top was tight,
of course, made of a thin cotton material that molded nicely to her erect
nipples.

   She walked across the resort, happy to not be wearing heels for a change
and glad that, unlike most of the day yesterday, her nipples were actually
covered for the moment.  She knocked on Miles' door and the white-haired
man answered the door immediately.  The stocky man was wearing only a pair
of gray athletic shorts.  His broad chest was hairy and muscled.  He was
athletic and wrinkle free, the body of a fit 45-year old with the hair of a
man 15 years older.  She guessed he was closer to 45 and had just turned
white-haired at an early age.

   He greeted her with a leering smile and stood aside for her to come in.
Cori started to, then, remembering Sam's rule, stopped and asked.  "Is this
a topless suite like Sam's?" she asked.

   "No," the bank CEO said, "but I like the way you think.  Let's do this."
He pulled down on the top of her tank top, stretching the snug material
until her tits popped out the top.  He let the shirt snap tight around her
ribcage under her breasts and led her into his suite, his hand on her ass.

   His suite was just as large as Sam's and, like Sam's, very luxurious. 
It was obvious he was a sports fan with autographed jerseys framed and
hanging on the walls.  She enjoyed sports herself and was impressed by his
collection which included autographed jerseys of Michael Jordan, Larry
Bird, John Elway, Joe Montana and Nolan Ryan, among others.  He had a huge
flat screen TV in the living room which he no doubt enjoyed watching games
on.

   "Big sports fan, huh?" Cori asked.

   "Oh yes," Miles said, studying her tight ass in those tight shorts. 
"How about you?"

   "I love sports," Cori said honestly.  "I'm sure I'm not as knowledgeable
as you, but I love to watch sports and really like playing.  I was a
gymnast and played tennis in high school.  And I was a cheerleader, too."

   "Very nice," Miles said.  What man wasn't happy to hear that his fuck
toy was a former cheerleader and gymnast - oh, flexibility was such a
wonderful quality in a woman.  "Well, that's great, because I thought we
might play some tennis and some golf today.  What do you think?"

   "Sounds great," Cori said.  "I've only played golf once and I'm not very
good, but I'm game if you are."

   "I think you'll do just fine," Miles said.  "Well, I thought we'd start
with tennis.  I'm just going to put my shirt on and we'll be ready to go."

   Miles walked into his bedroom while Cori waited patiently.  She was
liking the sound of this.  Golf and tennis would be fun and there probably
wouldn't be much sex involved in that.  Sure, she'd probably wear these
skimpy clothes, but that was no big deal.  She figured he'd probably fuck
her in the evening, after the golf game and then maybe once in bed.  While
she would love to have another two orgasm day, a day of a little sports and
light fucking wasn't a bad alternative - especially with the man she
considered to be the most dangerous of the three.

   Miles emerged from the bedroom with a shirt on and carrying a duffel
bag, which Cori assumed held a tennis racket and some balls.  As they left
the suite, Miles pulled Cori's top back up, squeezing her breasts first,
tweaking the nipples to keep them good and hard.  As they walked toward the
tennis courts, he outlined a few unique guidelines he expected Cori to
adhere to on the court.

   "I know you're probably a good tennis player and I encourage you to
compete as hard as you want," Miles began.  "But don't forget why you're
here.  Every time you bend over to pick up a ball, you keep your legs
straight and bend at the waist.  And turn so that you're either showing
your ass to me or someone else."

   "OK," Cori said, not surprised by this request.  She couldn't remember
the last time she had bent her knees to bend over in a man's presence. 
Regardless of the outfit they had her wearing, her tits, her ass, her legs
- something was going to get showed off every time she bent this way.  It
was all part of being the cock-tease she was meant to be.

   "Also, you know how Maria Sharapova grunts when she hits the ball?"

   "Sure," Cori said.  "So loud."

   "Yep," Miles said.  "I bet she sounds the same way when she's getting
fucked really good.  You had a couple of pretty good grunts yourself
yesterday.  I want you to do that - the louder and more orgasmic you can
make it sound, the better."

   "All right," Cori said, realizing that he meant to draw a crowd for
their match.  Between her outfit, her posing and the grunting, people would
notice.  Still, it wasn't anything too extreme so far.

   "Third, every time we stop for a break, you'll pour water on your
chest."

   "OK," Cori said.  Wet t-shirt displays weren't out of the ordinary for
her.  She understood that she would need to squeeze her breasts and tweak
her nipples, putting on a show for Miles and whatever onlookers their were.

   "Fourth, every once in a while before you serve, I want you to stick
your finger in your mouth - not a quick lick, mind you, but a deep, long
suck - then stick in the air as if you're checking the wind."

   "Make it look like I'm sucking cock," Cori nodded.  "I understand."

   "Just giving you a little warmup before the real thing," Miles said.

   "Thanks, I appreciate that," Cori grinned.  "Anything else I should know
about our tennis match?"

   "Yes," Miles continued.  "When you're waiting for me to serve, I want
you to bounce up and down.  I'm not talking a little shuffling of the feet,
I'm talking, make those tits bounce until they're ready to bop you in the
face."

   "I understand," Cori said.

   "From time to time, I want you to stretch a little too - you know the
types I'm talking about, lunges, leg lifts, splits, arching your back.  You
know how to show it off, so just do it.  And smile a lot, giggle, be real
perky and happy."

   "OK."

   "Finally, at some point I'm going to signal you and that's when I want
you to fake an injury.  Act like you've pulled a muscle in your thigh. 
Fall to the ground, whimper, but don't cry or scream.  Just follow my lead
after that."

   "All right," Cori said, impressed by the thought Miles had put into
this. Of course, she probably shouldn't be surprised.  You didn't become a
successful businessman without knowing what you wanted, how to get it and
paying attention to every detail.  He had a plan and Cori, his faithful
"employee" would execute it to the best of her ability.

   When they got to the courts, there was one other couple playing tennis
on one of the four courts, which were laid out side by side.  They were
young, probably in their 20s or early 30s, likely honeymooners.  They were
both attractive, the woman boasting silky red hair and a trim, athletic
body nicely displayed in a little white tennis skirt.

   They waved politely as Miles and Cori walked past and took the court at
the far end of the four courts, leaving two courts between them.  Miles
knew the guy would look at Cori - who wouldn't - but since he had a quality
piece of pussy himself, he probably wouldn't ogle her the way Miles wanted.
No need to press the issue or look too obvious by taking the court right
next to them.  Plus, this court was right next to the walking trail running
through the resort, a green mesh screen providing separation between the
courts and trail.  As people got out and about, he had little doubt that
there would be some interested spectators walking by who would have a
greater appreciation for the kind of show Cori was going to put on.

   Still, he couldn't resist dropping a ball and letting roll in front of
Cori.  It rolled past her and stopped at the fence at the end of the court
just behind the young man.  Cori knew just what to do.  She trotted after
it, her tits jiggling nicely, then stopped and turned so her back was to
the man and bent over at the waist, keeping her legs straight as she picked
up the ball and slowly rose back up.  She never looked to see if the guy
saw or not, but it was obvious from Miles' smile that she had indeed caught
the man's eye.  She pranced happily back over to Miles, presenting the ball
to him, giggling as she said loudly enough for the other guy to hear, "I
swear, it's a good thing I'm around to take care of your balls for you."

   Miles pulled her next to him, putting his hand on her ass and looking
back over his shoulder, giving the young man a nod as he led Cori away,
discreetly pulling her shorts even further up between her ass cheeks.  As
Miles expected, the guy only glanced quickly, trying not to stare, but
Miles' had achieved his objective -- if there had been any doubt whether
Cori was his daughter or his playmate, it was gone now.

   When they reached their court, Cori immediately began a stretching
routine while Miles sat on the bench, getting the rackets and balls out of
the bag.  He watched Cori do lunges and twists and bends and leg kicks and
splits, noting how she turned her body in the perfect way to show off her
ass or her pussy or her legs or her tits - knowing just how to maximize the
effect every time, making the most of each movement.  This, he knew, wasn't
the first time she had performed for men like this.

   "Have you ever been a dancer or stripper?" he asked her as she sat on
the court, her legs spread wide, her forehead pressed to her knee.

   "Nope," Cori smiled.  "Why?"

   "Just wondering," Miles said.  "You're an exceptional cock-tease.  I
just thought maybe you'd had some practice."

   "Some," Cori said.  "But mostly I just like doing it.  It's fun, I
think. I mean, comedians do what they do to make people laugh, right? 
Well, I do this to make people happy too.  It seems to work most of the
time."

   "It sure does," Miles said.  "Now bounce that hot little ass of yours
over there and let's play some tennis."

   He watched Cori run, admiring her long, graceful strides.  It was easy
to see that she was very athletic, her lean, perfectly toned body built for
performance, be it in the bedroom, on the dance floor or on a tennis court.
They volleyed for a few minutes, warming up, then started playing.

   "Ladies with great legs first," Miles said, approaching the net and
dropping a ball just over the side.  He wanted to watch her come get it. 
Cori bounded over and, without a second thought, turned her back to him,
bending over to pick up the ball.  He reached out and yanked on her shorts,
pulling them up hard into her ass so that it was pinched between her ass
cheeks and a full half of the bottoms of her cheeks were exposed.  "Roll
the top down more," he said, yanking her thong up even higher above the top
of her shorts and wedging it deeper into her pussy.  Cori stood up and
rolled the top of her shorts down another inch.  Her tight athletic shorts
had now been altered so much that they provided little more coverage than a
pair of high-cut panties.  She knew better than to pick the wedgie out of
her ass, instead letting the shorts outline her curves as she trotted back
to the baseline.

   Looking around, she saw a few people walking around, but no one
particularly close by.  The couple at the other end of the court was
packing up to leave and Cori noticed the guy glancing over at her over his
shoulder as he walked off the court.  They were alone on the court, but not
for long.

   As instructed, Cori stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked it, tilting
her head up so Miles had a good profile view.  Then she stuck her finger in
the air, tossed the ball and struck it with a loud grunt, "Oooh!" The
tennis player in her came out and she struck the ball hard, sending a low,
fast serve toward Miles, who deftly side-stepped it and returned it with a
nice, athletic forehand.  Cori lunged for it, flicking back a wrist shot
with another "Oooh, yeah!" grunt.

   The skin-baring outfit and orgasmic grunts served their purpose within a
few minutes.  Some folks strolled by, laughing at her bedroom noises while
stealing glances at her body - either in appreciation or disgust, depending
on their viewpoint.  But a few men had now gathered around Cori's end of
the court, many of them carrying bagels and cups of coffee or juice as they
enjoyed a light breakfast with their morning stroll.  Some were single,
some married, some older, some in college.  It was a mixed group of about
dozen men who watched, fascinated, as Cori took a break and did a masterful
job of pretending to spill her bottle of water on her chest.

   Her think tank top soaked up the water, becoming nearly transparent in a
matter of seconds.  Her erect nipples were dark and rubbery and easily
visible.  She bounded back onto the court and bounced up and down, waiting
for Miles serve.  She missed it on purpose, chasing the ball back to the
fence in front of the men and bending over at the waist to pick it up.

   She had heard a few low murmurs and chuckles until now, but now that she
was so close to them and so obviously teasing them, they spoke loud enough
for her to hear.

   "I never liked tennis until now," one man sighed.

   "Forget Anna Kournikova and Maria Sharapova," another guy said.  "She's
got them both beat."

   "Hey, don't you need some more water?" one guy suggested.  Cori stood up
and faced him with an innocent smile.

   "You're right," she said, "it's important to stay hydrated." She
exaggerated the bounce in her step - and chest - as she went to the side of
the court and picked up another water bottle.  This time, she made no
pretense of drinking it, instead pouring it slowly onto her chest, using
her other hand to rub it into the saturated top, rubbing her fingers over
her nipples as the water spilled over them.  "Mmm, much better," she nodded
to the man who had suggested she take a drink.  "Thank you!"

   "No, thank you!" the guy said, shaking his head in appreciation.  Cori
half expected them to start shoving dollar bills through the fence.

   "Damn," one guy said.  "I've got a daughter about her age.  I can't be
looking at this."

   "It's OK," another guy laughed.  "I've seen your daughter and she
doesn't look anything like this babe."

   Cori was set to serve and started to put her finger in her mouth again,
but, encouraged by her willingness to play along so far, the crowd was
getting bolder by the second.  "Having trouble gauging the wind?" a young
man yelled at her.  She noticed he was with three other guys his age and
figured them for frat boys on vacation.

   "Yeah," Cori said, slumping her shoulder and putting her lips in an
exaggerated pout.  "Can you help me?"

   "Sure," one of the other frat boys said.  "Pussy juice is a lot better
test material."

   "Really?" Cori said, putting her finger in her mouth like a sexy little
schoolgirl.  She was playing every fantasy role she could think of for
these guys - knowing that Miles was standing at the other end of the court,
enjoying every second of this show he had directed and produced.  She was
just the star talent accepting all the accolades and adoration while he was
really the brains behind it.  This was his vision turned into reality.

   "Yeah, we learned it in physics," the frat boy said.  "Get a big glob of
it on your finger..."

   "Actually, two fingers works better!" his buddy said.

   "Yeah, get a big glob on two fingers and hold them up.  Test the wind
that way, then lick them off and test it again.  I guarantee it will work."

   "Oh, you college guys are sooo smart," Cori giggled.  "OK.  So I just
bend over like this," she bent over at the waist, pointing her ass at them
and spreading her legs a little to give them a nice view of her crotch. 
"And I take my fingers and put them in my pussy like this?" She pushed
aside the crotch band of her shorts and pulled the thong out of her cunt,
pushing it to the side as well.  Now, they could all see the puffy pink
folds of her pussy as she gently spread them with her middle and index
fingers, then slid both inside.  Her pussy lips were already moist with
sweat and she was getting wetter inside the more she got into her
cock-teasing character.

   "Yeah, just like that," they directed her.  "Now you want to get a lot
on there, so you should put them in really deep and really work them in and
out until they're covered really good."

   "You mean like this?" Cori started finger-banging herself, thinking how
stupid she had been to think the guys would let her get away with no public
sex and, in some ways, glad they hadn't.  She had to admit, it was pretty
exciting having a crowd of probably 20 men now watch her play with herself,
knowing that she was the sole cause of 20 or more hard-ons.  There was a
real feeling of power that came with being objectified in this way.

   Miles had come around the net and stood next to Cori, watching her up
close, proudly signaling his ownership by putting his hand on her ass. 
"Good morning gentlemen," he said, addressing them warmly.  "I see you've
succeeded in distracting my tennis partner.  Well, we might as well make
the most of it.  Anybody got strawberries?  I've got the cream right here!"
He slapped his hand lightly on her ass for effect.

   "I'll eat that without the strawberries," somebody said.

   "I don't know, might be sour," someone else said.  "We better see how
she likes it."

   Taking the cue, Cori took her fingers out of her snatch and stood up. 
Playing to the crowd, she held up her fingers, the moisture from her pussy
glistening in the early morning sun.  She arched her back, leaned back and
put both fingers all the way in her mouth, simulating a deep-throat action
before slowly pulling them out, keeping her lips puckered and cheeks
hollowed as she sucked them hard.  She pushed them back in against the
inside of her cheek, pushing her cheek out, simulating the thrusting of a
hard cock.

   "Yummy!" she announced, pulling her fingers out with a smack of her
lips. The guys clapped their approval and Miles jogged back to his end of
the court.  Cori tossed the ball and served, exaggerating her high-pitched
grunt more than ever, "Uh, yes!  Yeahhhh!"

   "I think she just came!" someone joked.

   "I think I just did, too!" someone else said.

   Cori grunted and sprinted and bounced around the court for about five
more minutes, her body now drenched with water and sweat with a little
pussy juice on her thighs for good measure.  She loved playing tennis and
she liked showing off.  This was the best of both worlds.  For the second
day in a row, to her surprise, she was having a blast.  She was watching
Miles intently, knowing he would probably signal her soon.  Sure enough,
his eyes locked on hers and he gave a faint nod, tapping his thigh lightly
but pointedly with his racket.

   Show time, part 2, Cori thought.  Miles hit a shot deep into the corner
of the court, right near where the guys were crowded around.  Perfect. 
Cori lunged for it, planting her foot, then let out a squeal and fell to
the ground, instantly grabbing for her right thigh.  Miles was by her side
in an instant and Cori rolled around on the ground, whimpering in pain, her
soft sobs eliciting both sympathy and groans of lust from her onlookers who
wished they were eliciting those sexy, vulnerable noises by pounding her
pussy or ass so hard that it "hurt so good." Indeed, if you couldn't see
her writhing on the ground, it would have been hard to tell if her little
yelps were caused by pain or pleasure or some mixture of both.  She was
playing it just like Miles had instructed.

   He told her to lie back and asked her where it hurt.  "My thigh," she
said.

   "Where exactly?" he asked, gently squeezing her leg down by the knee.

   "Higher," she said.  He moved his hand up a little at a time as she kept
telling him it was higher.

   "Inside or outside?" he asked.

   "Inside."

   Miles' hands were now nearly touching her pussy, probing high on the
inside of her right thigh.  "Hmmm," he said, pretending to be debating what
to do.  "Better not put any weight on it.  Can someone help me carry her to
the locker room?"

   "Sure!" the guys all scrambled to the gate, one of the frat guys getting
there first.

   "Thanks," Miles said.  "I figure if we each get on one side, we can
carry her in that chair position.  Keep her legs as immobile as possible."

   The each put a hand under her ass and another under her knees, scooping
her off the ground.  But she was wet all over and their hands slipped.

   "She's slippery," the frat guy said.

   "Good thing she comes with handles," Miles said.  He was standing on
Cori's right side and put his left hand on her right ass cheek and his
right hand on her right breast.  "Hold her like this - one hand in front,
one behind.  That will keep her from slipping."

   The frat guy happily followed Miles' lead, glad to have a handful of
firm ass and another handful of big round tit.  Not a bad way to start the
day.  Slowly, partly to keep her from falling and partly to take advantage
of every second, the made their way to the locker rooms which sat just
across the walkway from the tennis courts.  Several of the throng followed,
though a few peeled away, off to the other activities of their day.

   When they go to the front of the building, there were two entrances -
one for men, one for women.  A couple of the guys sprinted to the women's
door, ready to open it for Cori.  "We can't go in there with her and she
needs attention," Miles grunted.  "Men's locker room."

   "Can she go in there?"

   "Any objections?" Miles asked, knowing there would be none.  They went
in and a couple guys quickly pulled up one of the narrow benches between
the rows of lockers.  "No, those are too narrow," Miles grunted again. 
"Anyone in the sauna?  The benches are much wider there."

   "Nope, clear," the other frat guy reported, holding the door to the
sauna open.  It was a large room with several wide benches and platforms
built into the walls, providing ample room for people to sit or even lay
down.

   "Good, turn the heat down a little," Miles said.  They quickly guided
the still whimpering Cori to a wide bench in the middle of the room and sat
her down on it.  "Just lay back and relax," Miles instructed, their eyes
locking as he silently confirmed that this is exactly what he had planned
and that she was going to be fine.  Just play along.  Cori glanced around
the room and counted seven other guys besides Miles.  She wondered what
they were thinking.  Were they all concerned about her health?  Did they
not care about her leg and just wanted a chance to see some skin?  She
wasn't sure what Miles intended to do next, but she was trusting that it
was going to be fun and hoping that it didn't turn into some sort of wild
gang-bang.  She wanted to trust him, but she didn't.  Still, trust or no,
it wasn't like she could just get up and leave.  She had to play her role,
do her part and stick to the contract.

   "All right," Miles said softly as he gently spread her legs, bending her
"injured" leg at knee and pushing it slightly outward to expose her
supposedly injured inner thigh.  "Tell me if this hurts," he said, rubbing
his hand softly over the tender flesh, then rubbing a little harder.  Cori
guessed when he wanted her to respond and did so with a louder whimper that
was sort of a high-pitched yelp.

   "Mmm, that's what I thought," Miles frowned.  "Looks like you've pulled
a muscle.  But it could just be a pinched nerve."

   "How do you know?" one of the guys asked.  "Are you a doctor"

   "No, is anyone in here a doctor?" Miles asked.  He hoped not, because
that would make bullshitting his way through this a lot harder. 
Fortunately, no one was, so he continued.  "I've just played a lot of
sports and had a lot of injuries.  Sometimes, the most painful ones turn
out to be nothing.  A little massaging and stretching and the next thing
you know, the pain's gone and it was like you were never injured at all.  I
had a pinched nerve in my should once and it hurt like hell, but our
trainer massaged it, twisted it and stretched it and then I felt a little
pop and it felt good as new."

   "So, that's what you want to do to my leg?" Cori asked.

   "Yes, I think it might help," Miles said.  "And if you pulled it, it
won't make it any worse, so we don't really have anything to lose.  It
might hurt a little, though."

   "That's OK," Cori said, hoping that Miles just wanted her to keep
playing up the pain and didn't mean that he was actually going to hurt her.
"If it helps, that's fine."

   "Good," Miles said.  "Brave girl.  Did anyone grab my bag?"

   "Got it!" someone yelled, stepping forward and handing Miles the bag.

   "Thanks," Miles said, reaching in and pulling out a ball gag with a pink
rubber ball and black strap.

   "Holy shit!" one of the guys said.  "You carry that in your gym bag?"

   "Look at her," Miles said, not even hinting at a joke.  "You think you
wouldn't be prepared for anything, anytime?  You wouldn't believe half the
places we've fucked.  Problem is, as you heard on the court, she's a
screamer.  So, when you're doing it in a restaurant bathroom, you've got to
be discreet.  This does the trick pretty well.  It's like my credit card, I
never leave home without it ... or her."

   "Don't blame you there, dude," one of the frat guys said.  "Want me to
put it on her?"

   "Sure," Miles said, watching as Cori dutifully opened her mouth and
accepted the ball gag like it was something she put on every day like her
makeup or shoes.  She was an exceptional actress and a terrific sport. 
"You can bite down on this if it hurts too much, babe, or if you need to
scream, this will muffle it so we don't attract the whole damn resort."

   While Cori was playing her role perfectly, inside her head was spinning.
A ball gag?  Inside a room with eight men?  She wanted to believe that this
was OK, but doubts were creeping in.  They could easily gang bang her, do
anything they wanted now, and there would be nothing she could do about it.
She had flashbacks to that awful day at her step-dad's just a couple weeks
ago where she had been drugged, tied up and fucked repeatedly by a group of
men.  She didn't consider it rape because they hadn't known she wasn't a
willing participant.  Only her step-dad knew that and even there a case
could be made that she had sent the wrong messages by fucking him the day
before.  Still, the incident had spurred her to cut off ties to her
step-dad and leave as soon as possible.  Now, was she in the same boat
again?  Would Miles really do this to her?  It wasn't like he had to.  She
was willing to do just about anything and had made that very clear.  She
looked at him and he winked at her.  She didn't know what that meant
though. She had to keep trusting and playing her role.

   "Damn, it's hot in here," Miles said, peeling off his shirt and
revealing a well-defined chest and pretty flat stomach, indicating his
athletic background and current dedication to maintaining his fitness.

   "I turned the heat down some," one of the guys said.  "Want me to turn
it down more?"

   "No," Miles said.  "It's fine.  The heat's good for her leg.  Keeps it
loose."

   "She already looks pretty loose to me," he heard one guy mumble

   "Loose?  She looks tight as hell to me," the other chuckled back.  Miles
pretended not to hear, but loved the way they were talking about her. 
Nothing was hotter than showing a chick off to a bunch of guys and hearing
them talk about how hot she was.  Damn, what a turn on!  He couldn't wait
to fuck her, but he was going to milk this show just a little while longer.

   "Hey," Miles said to the frat guy who had helped him carry Cori, "put a
sign on the door that says `Out of Order', would ya?  We're not doing
anything wrong here, but we don't need any interruptions or anyone getting
the wrong idea.  A ball gag on a hot girl does tend to send a certain
message."

   "Sure does," the frat guy said.  "At least my girlfriend's dad thinks
so. Of course, he was right.  I was taking total advantage of her.  Hell,
she was drunk, what the fuck did it matter to her if I fucked her or not?"

   "Just do the sign, you sick punk," Miles laughed.  College kids would
brag about anything.  A minute later, the kid was back.

   "Hey, I found a marker, but I can't find anything write on."

   "Here, use this," Miles said.  He grabbed Cori's soaked tank top and
ripped it down the middle, right between her breasts, then pulled it off
her arms.  He tossed it to the kid, hitting him in the face because he,
like everyone else, was staring at Cori's big, naked breasts, all wet and
round with those big nipples sticking straight up in the air like two
lighthouses jutting out of adjacent hillsides.

   "It's all wet," the frat guy said, finally coming to his senses and pick
up the white tank top.  "I can't write on this."

   "Use the back," Miles said.  "She didn't get much water on it.  It's
still pretty dry."

   "I'll try," the kid said.

   Miles didn't wait to see how he did.  He looked Cori squarely in the
eye, trying to reassure her.  He could tell she was getting nervous and
understood why.  He had purposely not told her his entire plan, preferring
to see how she would react.  But now he regretted that decision.  He wanted
to excite her and tease her and show her off and maybe embarrass her a
little, but he didn't want to hurt her or scare her.  He realized now she
was getting scared.  He had thought out every detail and, until now, it had
been flawless.  But he had failed to take into account what she would
think. Well, he didn't like it, but he wasn't going to change his plan. 
She'd just have to trust him.  She'd see soon enough that it wasn't going
to go too far.  And after she had taken a load of his cum, he'd give her a
proper apology.  Until then, his sexual satisfaction was his one and only
priority.

   He didn't know if his second wink reassured her or not, but he didn't
wait any longer.  "We need to do some intense massage and need to have some
room to work," Miles said, hooking his fingers in the top waist band of her
shorts and quickly pulling them down, then doing the same thing with her
thong.  He pulled both off, along with her shoes.  She was completely naked
now, her long, curvy tanned body fully displayed for the room full of men,
her skin glistening with water and sweat.

   The door opened and Miles turned his head.  It was the frat kid.  "Holy
shit," the kid said, looking at Cori's naked body.  Miles just raised his
eyebrows and the kid said, "Oh, uh, the shirt didn't work, but I found some
paper.  I posted it on the door."

   "Good," Miles said.  "Just to be safe, tie the shirt around the handle
over there.  All right, Cori, just relax.  You're safe and you're going to
be fine.  No one's going to come in, so it's just the few of us here. 
We're going to take care of your leg and see if we can't get that pinch
nerve straightened out."

   Cori nodded, her eyes locked on Miles' eyes, looking for any sign of
reassurance or danger.  She saw none.  The man showed very little facial
expression.  She felt his hands on her thigh once more, his touch still
gentle as her rubbed the inside of her upper thigh.  "Does that feel OK?"
he asked as Cori whimpered at what she assumed was the appropriate time. 
She nodded.  "Good."

   "Anything we can do to help?" a man in his mid to late 50s asked.

   "Yes," Miles said.  "Have you ever heard of clitology?"

   "No," the man admitted.  Miles looked around and no one else had either.
"How about reflexology?" he asked.

   "That's where rubbing your foot is supposed to effect different parts of
your body, right?" the older man said.

   "Something like that," Miles said.  "I don't really know.  I'm no
doctor, but I think it's something about different pressure points on your
foot relating to various parts of your body.  Well, a doctor friend of mine
- Dr.  Pound - was telling me about this study he's been doing on a
technique called clitology.  He says pussy-ology would be a more accurate
name, but it's too hard to say and cunt-ology just sounds too crude.  If
there's a technical name for it, I'm sure I have no idea.  Anyway, the
point is that he believes that, much like the foot, there are pressure
points in a woman's erogenous zones that relate to feelings throughout
their body."

   "Bullshit," someone said.

   "It probably is," Miles admitted.  "Dr.  Pound is known to have some
pretty wild ideas, so I have my doubts, too.  Still, Cori's in some pain
here and I want to try to help her.  I figured maybe if we did some
massage, some stretching and a little clitology, it might help.  But if you
don't want to help, you're free to leave."

   No one left.  They had just been told that they might have a chance to
touch Cori's erogenous zones.  Whether it was some bullshit medical
mumbo-jumbo or not, a chance to touch a red-hot babe was always worth a few
more minutes of one's time.

   "OK, first let's try to stretch it out a bit, OK, Cori?" Cori nodded at
Miles' suggestion.  Nodding back, he addressed the older gentleman who had
offered his assistance.  "Sir, would you mind holding her left leg down
flat on the bench while I move her right leg around a little?  Yes, that's
it, up on her thigh, good."

   The man was holding Cori's warm, smooth thigh, his eyes focused on the
perfect pussy so close to his fingers.  Her thick pink pussy lips were
moist and glistening, beads of water clung to her narrow strip of blonde
hair.

   Cori pointed her toes as Miles pushed her right leg up until her thigh
was against her breast, then pulled it to the side, stretching her in all
directions.  She was so flexible that this didn't hurt in the slightest,
but she still whimpered softly through the ball gag and squeezed her eyes
shut at times, as if grimacing from the pain.

   "Any better?" Miles asked after a few minutes of stretching and rotating
her leg.  Since he hadn't yet done the clitology stuff he'd been
bullshitting about, Cori assumed she was supposed to say no and shook her
had slowly.

   "OK, let's try some massage and clitology," Miles said.  "I'll rub her
thigh.  As you can see, she has really sensitive breasts, so let's try that
first.  Can a couple of you guys help me with that?"

   They all jumped up to help, but Dax, a slender black man in his 30s and
Dale, a sandy-haired man in his 40s, were the first ones there, taking up
positions on either side of her prone body.  "All right," Miles said. 
"Easy does it, guys.  Gentle squeezing, now, start from the base and pull
up toward the nipple.  Slow and gentle.  That's it.  How does that feel,
Cori?"

   She nodded her head and he smiled, rubbing her thigh, letting his hand
brush against her moist pussy.  Miles noticed the guys weren't talking
much. They weren't sure what to say or do.  Obviously, Cori wasn't
seriously injured, but Miles had been treating this is a medical situation
- not a sexual one.  If they showed too much interest in her sexually,
would he be mad?  Would he make them leave?  Would he take Cori and leave?
What they were thinking and saying were two different things.

   "Does this look right?" Dax asked, both hands on Cori's firm right
breast.

   "Perfect," Miles said.  "I really appreciate this.  You guys are doing
great."

   "D and D working on a pair of double-D's," Dale dared to joke.

   "That's right," Miles laughed along.  "Although she's actually a C. 
Hard to believe, isn't it?  I mean, C's are great, but they seem bigger,
don't they?  I think it's because they're so firm and she's got such a
narrow waist.  Plus those big nipples sticking out.  It just makes it seem
like her breasts are so much larger than that."

   "Perfect size," Dax said.  "Normally, I say the bigger the better.  I
say give every woman in America a free set of DDs when they turn 18.  But I
think we've got an exception here.  Anything larger just wouldn't look
right - she's got the perfect proportions." Miles realized his own comments
were allowing the guys to loosen up.  They could comment on her body
without making him mad.  As they went along, he was sure they'd become
looser and more excited.

   "Try tweaking the nipples just a bit," Miles suggested.  "Maybe roll
them between your fingers.  I know she likes that, so maybe that will help
her feel better." Dax and Dale were happy to oblige.  Miles looked around
the room and noticed that all the guys were trying to discreetly grab and
rub themselves, trying not to let the others that they were getting off on
this.  Well, they were all going to have to settle for their hands - or go
back and give their wives and girlfriends a surprise mid-morning stiffy -
but he had no such worries.  He had Cori and the only decision to be made
was how exactly he was going to put that perfectly proportioned body to
use. There were so many terrific options.  Good thing he had all day to
explore them all.

   "Any better?" he asked Cori, gently pinching her thigh to signal her to
say no.  Cori yelped through the ball gag and shook her head.  "Hmm, better
try the pussy then, huh?  Guys, you keep doing her tits.  I'm going to rub
her pussy.  Maybe it's a combination of zones that will ease her pain. 
That damn Dr.  Pound made it sound so easy, but I'm starting to think he's
just a quack.  Still, can't hurt to try."

   Miles gently squeezed her pussy lips together with one hand then traced
lightly over the exquisitely soft flesh with the fingertips from his other
hand.  Because of the temperature in the room, they were all hot and sweaty
from head to toe now, but it didn't take long for Miles to realize that
Cori's pussy was noticeably hotter and wetter than the rest of her body. 
She was reacting to all the attention.  He had hoped she would - it had
been fun to watch her cum yesterday and a repeat showing today would be
welcome.  But his own desire was growing rapidly.  If she was going to cum,
she'd have to do it quickly.  He enjoyed making a girl cum, but he wasn't
the type to delay his own pleasures very long.

   He traced the outline of her lips, gently working his fingers into the
crease between them, spreading them open and finding her clit.  He rubbed
that hard little button, noticing that she was beginning to squirm a bit as
her clit and nipples received direct attention from three men.  Miles
nodded to one of the frat boys to come over.

   "Ever rubbed on a nice hard clit?" he asked.

   "Of course."

   "Good, take over for me here.  Nice and gentle.  That's it.  Now, you
two," Miles pointed at tall man with a bald head and thick beard and
another man with wire-rim glasses and an Oxford shirt.  They looked like a
biker and a professor and made for quite an odd couple, but he was going to
give them a simple job.  "Come here and spread her legs as far as you can.
I need to have room to work here.  I tell ya, this medical stuff is very
tricky."

   They all chuckled, well aware now that this was no attempt to fix Cori's
leg, which they realized probably wasn't even hurt.  This was about making
a hot girl cum and, they hoped, getting a chance to fuck her themselves. 
The two men took their places, grabbing her ankles and pulling her legs
wide apart until she was doing the splits.

   "Good," Miles said.  "Now, pull them up toward her head.  That's it. 
Stop there." Her legs were now spread wide and pulled up so her feet were
even with her breasts.  She was totally exposed and Miles promptly spread
her pussy, using both hands to pull her open.  He held her that way,
kneeling down to put his eye right up to her pussy, pretending to be
examining her.  "Hmm, I don't know.  Sure looks pink and it feels very hot
and moist.  We might need a second opinion.  Care to take a look?"

   Miles had nodded to a man in his mid 30s with dark, slick-backed hair
and the look of a young businessman.  The guy stepped forward, unable to
hide the bulge in his pants as he knelt down and peered inside Cori's
pussy, which Miles was still holding open.  "Sure looks nice and pink in
there to me," the guy said.  "Looks like a healthy pussy."

   "It feels warm and moist to me," Miles said.  "What do you think?" The
guy stuck two fingers inside Cori's pussy, rubbing them around the inner
rim.

   "Very hot, very wet," the guy said.  "If you ask me, she's feeling
really good right now.  I think it's working.  If we keep it up, she might
just go ahead and ... uh ... be cured right now."

   "Yeah, I want to make her get well really hard," Miles laughed.  "I know
I'm about to cure all over her!  Hey, you want to take a look?" He pointed
to the other frat guy, who immediately peered into Cori's pussy and put his
fingers inside her.

   "I concur with your earlier diagnosis," he said.  "If this babe felt any
better, she'd be squirting all over the room.  I think she's just about
healed."

   "Good," Miles said.  "Why don't you to finish the job.  I need to do a
little self-medicating, if you don't mind."

   He stepped back and took off his shorts, letting his thick cock bob into
view.  He watched the two frat guys and the slick-haired businessman fondle
Cori's pussy, teasing her clit, rubbing her lips and fingering her vagina.
He watch Dax and Dale caress her tits until he half expected milk to come
shooting out of the nipples, they were so erect and overstimulated.  The
biker and professor were keeping her legs spread, using their free hands to
either rub themselves or stroke the insides of her soft thighs.  Seven guys
rubbing on his babe.  It was only a matter of time until Cori blew.  He
wanted to be inside her when she did.

   With most available places around her taken, Miles didn't want to
interrupt the scene.  So he walked around to her head, stood over her and
removed her ball gag, letting it drop around her neck.  He was facing her
body so he could watch the show as he pointed his cock straight down,
drilling it into her waiting mouth.  He didn't stop until his cock touched
the back of her throat, noting with pride that she controlled her gag
reflex, ready to take him all the way if that's what he wanted.  The others
noticed too as they all watched Miles enjoy what they could only dream
about.

   Miles pulled back up, letting the head of his cock rest in her mouth
while she sucked and licked and did an unspeakably remarkable and
pleasurable things with her tongue.  He pulled his cock out and let her
tongue perform the same acrobatic moves on his balls.  All the while, his
seven cohorts were stoking her fire to the best of their ability.

   For her part, Cori was feeling good, yes, but also still nervous.  While
it was great to be getting rubbed and massaged by so many guys all at once,
there was still the very real possibility that Miles was going to let them
gang bang her before this was all over.  While she wanted very badly to cum
and to perform for him, she didn't want it to go that far.  But Miles
hadn't invited anyone to do more than touch so far, so maybe that was a
good sign.  Not that she could do much to stop them if he did give them the
go ahead.  She resigned herself to focusing on the two tasks at hand -
cumming and making Miles cum.  Both tasks were well in hand - or mouth -
and she knew they would be completed soon.

   She came first, the overwhelming sensations in and around her pussy and
the maddeningly slow, teasing milking of her breasts finally brought her to
the brink and beyond.  Miles watched her tight, hard body tremble and
listened to the guys describing it:

   "She's cumming, dude!"

   "You should feel this cunt.  It's on fire."

   "I think her clit's going to pop!"

   That and the incredible suction she was now enforcing on his cock was
too much to bear.  He pulled out and blasted his load on her face and neck,
a large glob landing on her chin, another on her tongue and a third on the
pink ball of the ball gag.

   "Damn," one of the frat guys said, watching Cori swallow the load that
had landed in her mouth.  "I can never get my bitch to swallow."

   "You need a new bitch," the slick-haired businessman said coldly.

   All of the guys had stepped away and were watching now, not hiding the
fact that they were stroking their cocks through their shorts and
swimsuits. Miles lifted the ball gag from Cori's neck, letting it roll
through the wad of cum on her chin, then stuffed the ball back in her
mouth. Cori sucked and licked the cum off the ball, swallowing repeatedly
until she had thoroughly cleaned the ball.

   Miles removed the gag and helped Cori sit up.  "How are you feeling
now?"

   "Great," Cori smiled.

   "Can you walk?"

   "I think so." She stood up and walked around with no limp at all.

   "Good," Miles said.  "Get dressed.  We've got a golf game to get to."

   Cori quickly pulled on her thong and shorts and tennis shoes, but
realized that her top had been ripped off and used to tie the handle on the
door.  "Um, what about a top?" she asked.

   "Here it is," one of the frat boys said, tossing it to her.  Cori took
it and put her arms through the arm holes, but it had been ripped right
down the middle between her breasts.  There was no way to keep it in place.


   "Here," Miles said.  He quickly ripped the bottom of the tank top in
about one-inch strips on each side of her chest.  Then he took the two
strips and tied them together in knot between her breasts.  It wasn't
nearly enough to pull the top together, but it secured the two sides just
enough to cover the outside half of both breasts, just barely covering her
nipples.  Her breasts were squeezed together in an impressive display of
all-natural cleavage, blonde breastmeat squeezing through the top.

   "Thank you all for your help," Miles said, putting his hand on Cori's
hip and guiding her to the door.  "You were all great.  Go back to your
suites and give your girlfriends a good pounding or pick up a babe on the
beach.  Have fun.  I know I will."

   With that, they left, leaving seven guys holding their cocks, aching for
release.  Cori knew that one way or another, they would all get off soon,
either jerking off or finding a fuck buddy.  She wasn't worried about that.
She was just glad that they had gotten out without a gang bang or any rough
stuff.  They had treated her well, made her cum and all she had to do in
return provide a quality blowjob to Miles.  Not a bad start to the day at
all.

   They returned to her room and quickly changed clothes.  Miles put on
some khaki shorts and a short-sleeved polo shirt that he had in his bag,
looking very much like the stereotypical golfer when he was done.  Cori, on
the other hand, looked very much like the stereotypical slut for hire when
she was done.  Per Miles' instructions, she put on a scandalously small
black and white plaid mini-skirt, pleated schoolgirl-style.  He made her
pull it up so that the bottom quarter of her ass was uncovered.  Anyone
with any sort of low-angle view would be able to see that she wore nothing
underneath the skirt.  On top, she donned a short-sleeved, white lycra
jacket which zipped up the front.  It was incredibly tight and molded to
her body.  It was short, stopping at her midriff, and had two strategically
placed, short zippers over each breast which, when unzipped, would expose
her nipples.

   Miles had given Cori a gold chain which linked to two small gold rings
he had placed in her nipples.  While her nipples were concealed by the
jacket, the chain running between them was not, as Miles allowed Cori only
to zip it up to just below her breasts.

   He had her keep her hair in a ponytail, adding a candy-red bow and a
fresh application of candy-red lipstick.  She wore bright red stiletto
heels with white leg warmers covering her ankles and shins.

   Her outfit was fit for anything but a day at the golf course, but that's
precisely where he was taking her.  By the gleam in his eye and the care
with which he had prepared this outfit - having the items delivered to her
room, ready and waiting for them when they returned from the tennis outing
- she knew he had put as much thought or more into this as he had the
tennis encounter.  Knowing how creative these guys had been so far - and
willing to help her have an orgasm along the way - she found herself
nervously excited and looking forward to whatever he had in store for her.

   Still, always in the back of her mind was how rude they had been to
Gerald, how arrogant they were and how powerful.  These men were creative
and fun, but also unpredictable and, at times, quite crude.  She couldn't
afford to let her guard down the way she had with the guys at the Shop. 
These men hadn't earned her trust yet, so it was with a mixture of
trepidation, excitement, nervousness and curiosity that she walked with
Miles toward the main lobby of the resort.

   Her attire drew many looks - some curious, some amused, some disgusted
and some lusty - but they walked on.  Miles had dark sunglasses on, so she
couldn't tell where exactly he was looking, but guessed his eyes were
either on her or those watching her at all times - soaking in the feeling
of power that surely came with displaying her like this.  Of course, guys
like Miles weren't satisfied with a little parade across a resort in a
skimpy outfit or a slutty show on a tennis court.  There was always more
with them.  This morning it had been an intense massage and blowjob in a
room full of men.  This afternoon, who knew?

   The first surprise came when they got to the resort lobby and Miles led
her to the front where several people were standing around, waiting for the
next cab to come by.  Miles surely could afford private transportation
instead of taking one of the island cabs, which were basically pickup
trucks with bench seats lining both sides of the back.  Hundreds of them
were driving all over the island all the time, each carrying up to eight
passengers in the back.  Cori had seen them all over, but she had yet to
ride in one.

   She stood with Miles, his hand wrapped tightly around her waist as they
ignored the stares of their fellow travelers and waited their turn for a
ride.  They didn't have to wait long as the cabs came in and out quickly,
one after another.  There was room on one that held two mothers and their
four kids, but Miles politely allowed the couple behind them to go ahead.
Cori found out why a moment later, when a cab that appeared to be full
whipped around the curved roadway, the cabbie yelling, "Room for one more!"
The cab held seven people - all adults, just two women and four men, all
typical tourists with their walking shorts, sandals, baggy flowered shirts,
sunglasses and floppy hats.

   "If she rides on my lap, can you take two to the Island Spring Gold
Club?" Miles asked the cabbie.  The cab driver looked Cori up and down,
smiled and nodded.

   Miles led Cori to the back of the truck where a small step hung below
the open end of the truck.  He was happy to see that the only spot
available was next to the truck cab, which meant they would have to pass
through the rows of people on both sides to get to the seat.  He held
Cori's hand as she stepped up into the truck, first watching her ass, then
watching the people on the truck look at her.  The men were practically
drooling, the women seething.  Ah, the extreme reactions a beautiful young
woman always elicited.  There was no gray area with a babe like Cori,
especially dressed as she was.  Either you wanted to fuck her or you were
jealous of her.  Either you thought her outfit was the hottest thing you'd
ever seen or a disgraceful display of skin.  Miles was pretty sure the vote
on this truck would have been six in favor, two against and one (Cori)
abstaining.

   With everyone's legs sticking out into the middle of the small truck,
the only way to get to the seat was to turn sideways and shuffle step
between the rows.  As Cori did this, Miles wondered who was luckier, those
fortunate enough to get a look up her skirt to see that - surprise!  -
there was nothing but a tiny patch of hair and a soft, wet pussy up there
or those on the other side who were close enough to suck her erect nipples
and could surely tell that she was wearing no bra under that tight jacket.
He supposed it depended on whether you were a tit man or a leg and ass man,
but really, this was a win-win for everyone involved.

   Miles slid in behind her, dropping into the seat next to a dark-haired
gentlemen who looked to be in his 40s with dark Italian features, shiny
white smile and slicked-back hair that Cori thought made him look sleazy.
Miles pulled Cori into his lap, giving a thumbs up to the driver who was
watching out the back window, enjoying the show while he waited to make
sure everyone was seated.

   Cori tried to sit sideways on Miles lap and cross her legs, but there
was no room to turn sideways.  So, she sat with her back to him, her legs
squeezed together between his.  She looked around and smiled at everyone,
trying to act as normal as possible even though she knew she had just
flashed everyone on the bus with her tits on one side and her ass and pussy
on the other.  Most were wearing sunglasses, but their heads were all
turned in her direction and there was little doubt they had seen.  The men
were smiling, the women frowning.  Yep, just the reaction she usually got.

   She had barely gotten comfortable when she felt Miles' hands around her
waist, lifting her up slightly as he situated himself underneath her.  She
wondered if he was pulling his cock out - surely not even he would try that
here, would he?

   He sat her back down and there was something between her legs all right
- his leg.  He had shifted so that she was now straddling his leg.  No more
keeping her legs squeezed together.  Still, she squeezed them tightly
around his leg, doing her best to keep her pussy concealed by the tiny
skirt.  Miles grunted, lifted her again and when she sat down, she felt
both his legs between hers, his knees pushing out, spreading her legs,
forcing her to straddle him and display herself.

   "Sir, do you mind?" Miles asked, lifting Cori's left leg and offering it
to him.  "There's not much room here for her long legs.  It would really
help if she could rest it on your lap."

   "Of course not," the sleazy guy smiled, grabbing Cori's foot and pulling
it up on his lap.  Now, she had her left leg out straight to the side and
Miles was using his legs to force her right leg as far as possible in the
other direction, pressing it against the back of the truck cab.  Cori felt
the warm breeze on her pussy and knew by watching the man across from her
that she was on display.

   "Hey, look at that monkey!" Miles suddenly yelled, catching her and
everyone else on the cab by surprise.  Instinctively, they all looked out
the back of the truck to where he was pointing and, in that split second,
he grabbed the zipper on her jacket and pulled it down to where only the
catch at the very bottom of the zipper was still connected.  Her mighty
breasts took advantage of the extra space, pushing the sides of the jacket
out and revealing several more inches of tan, round cleavage and the chain
running between her nipples.

   "Where, I missed it?" one woman said, looking back toward Miles.

   "It's gone now," Miles said.  "Maybe we'll see another one.  Keep
looking." He knew that at least the guy across from him was looking all
right, his head again pointed toward Cori, but now, instead of looking down
at her crotch, he was clearly staring at her tits.  "Keep looking," Miles
repeated again, lowering his glasses and looking directly at the man so he
could see his eyes.  The man nodded.

   "Look, babe," Miles said, directing his comment to Cori but saying it
loud enough for all to hear, "there's a really great view of the resort."
Indeed, they had traveled up a hill and the view back down over the resort
was breathtaking.  Miles noted that several of the heads turned that
direction, taking his cue, but his buddy across the way and the guy holding
Cori's leg were looking right at Cori.  Miles grabbed the zippers over both
breasts and quickly yanked them down, using his fingers to spread the
openings apart and pull her dark nipples out into the open.  He put his
hands on Cori's upper arms and whispered in her ear, "squeeze," as he
pushed them in.  Cori understood, squeezing her breasts with her upper
arms, pushing them together, forcing more cleavage to pop out and her
nipples to jut even further out through the zippered opening.

   In the span of about two minutes, Miles had managed to put Cori on
display for all to see.  Cori realized this and understood that he had
planned her outfit for a scene just like this.  It was humiliating and
exhilarating at the same time.  The truck stopped at a restaurant and the
man and woman sitting to the left of the man holding Cori's leg got off

   "Ah, room to spread out," Miles said.  He lifted Cori off his lap and
sat her between the sleazy man and himself, intending to have her put her
other leg up and do the splits for the viewing pleasure of those across
from her.  But just before they started up again, two men jumped into the
back, taking the two open seats as Cori stood up, expecting to sit on
Miles' lap again.  However, Miles saw another opportunity.  He slid next to
the truck cab and quickly grabbed the sleazy guy's elbow behind Cori's
back, motioning for him to slide over.  He did, smiling broadly as Miles
pulled Cori gently back down onto the dark-featured man's lap.

   Cori looked at Miles as she sat down, only then realizing what he was
doing.  "Hey baby, I'm Vincent," he whispered in her ear as he put his
hands around her bare waist.  "Don't be afraid to move around a little,
know what I'm saying?  Just enjoy the ride."

   Cori didn't respond verbally, but slowly ground her hips against him as
she re-adjusted herself.  To the watcher, it appeared like she was trying
to get comfortable.  To Vincent, it felt like she was doing her damndest to
hop a ride on his cock.  He felt his cock lurch, instantly hardening and
straining against his khaki shorts, drawn to the moist heat of her pussy
like a flower to the sun's warming rays.

   Cori felt his hardness and shifted again as Miles grabbed her right leg
and stretched it across his lap, again spreading her enough to give the man
across from her a peek at her pussy.  "With that injury this morning, we
should keep this leg stretched out," Miles said, referring back to the fake
tennis injury.  "She hurt her leg this morning playing tennis," he said
louder so that the everyone could hear and as an explanation for why his
hand was now high up on her inner thigh, rubbing and caressing just inches
from her pussy.

   "Hope she didn't tear anything," the man across from them said.

   "Looks like whatever she did, she tore her panties right off," the lone
woman left on the truck sniped disgustedly.

   "It was a thong," Miles corrected matter-of-factly, "and yes, it ripped
unfortunately.  I apologize if it offends anyone here, but pulled and
strained muscles are nothing to mess around with.  If you're too immature
to handle the site of adult woman receiving medical care, I feel sorry for
you."

   Miles' speech was condescending and arrogant, delivered in a mocking
tone that he found funny.  The other men seemed to appreciate it to.  It
shut the woman up as she just looked away, forcing her husband to look away
too, even though he clearly didn't want to.  It bothered Cori a little bit,
reminding her of how cold and mean-spirited these guys could be.  They
hadn't been that way with her yet, but she had maintained the right
attitude, not giving them reason to be.  And, she thought, even though they
had shown no respect for the boundaries she set on Day One, maybe she had
earned just enough respect so far to keep them from becoming mean or
violent with her.  She hoped that was the case.

   She snapped back to the attention when she realized that the man across
from her was now using a small hand-held video camera to record her.  He
also used his cell phone to take a couple pictures.  Somehow, she knew this
would end up on the Internet.  Miles did nothing to stop it, so neither did
she.

   "Moist heat is better for these types of injuries," Miles said.  "Anyone
have a heat wrap or anything?" He knew the answer would be no, so he put
his index finger in her mouth.  She sucked it the way she knew he wanted -
as if it was a cock, bobbing her head, hollowing her cheeks and pursing her
lips.  He did the same with his ring and index fingers and when they were
all "wet enough" he applied his wet hand to her thigh, rubbing it again.

   "Good and wet," he muttered, but not hot enough.  That was his way of
announcing and excusing his next act, which was to put those same three
fingers into her pussy, jabbing them inside her.  "This should warm them
up." He pulled them out and rubbed the moist secretions from her pussy onto
her thigh while the Italian sitting underneath her could hardly hold still,
his hips jerking and grinding as his cock raged just centimeters from where
it longed to be.

   Unfortunately for him, Miles was also getting extremely horny and
grabbed Cori around the waist and pulled her back on to him, quickly
stuffing his bulge between her thighs, thinking seriously about pulling his
cock out and doing her right here.  But he knew they were getting close to
their stop.  Looking down, though, he had an idea.  The back of her skirt
was resting against his belly as her bare ass perched on his lap.  Using
his right hand, which was concealed from the others by her body, he stuffed
the bottom of the skirt into the waist band directly above the top of her
ass crack.  Not that everyone on the truck hadn't gotten an eyeful already,
but this would be a nice parting shot - mooning them all - and would make a
nice first impression on anyone near the entrance to the golf course.

   Cori didn't realize what he had done until the truck stopped and she
stood up to get off.  She realized her skirt was up and reached back to
smooth it down, but Miles' firm hand on her wrist was the only signal she
needed.  She side-stepped back between the rows of legs, well aware that
her bare ass was now inches away from the men in the row she had been
sitting in while her bare nipples were poking out of her jacket top right
at the faces of those who had been sitting across from her.  She felt one
man blow on her bare pussy and another leaned forward far enough that her
ass cheek rubbed across his face.  The man across from her videotaped the
whole thing, getting a closeup of her nipples, no doubt.

   The driver had gotten out and helped her down the step, his eyes taking
her all in at once, his smiling signaling that he was in no way unhappy
with any of the activities on his cab.  Miles thanked him and gave him what
Cori hoped was a nice tip and the cab drove off while Miles escorted Cori
toward the clubhouse.  He let her pull the skirt down and pull the zippers
back up to conceal her nipples.  He also had her pull the zipper on the
jacket back up a couple of inches, still revealing ample cleavage and a
glimpse of that gold chain running between her nipples.

   They went into the clubhouse and Cori noted that it was all men.  Before
she could ask, Miles explained, "This is a men only club.  There have only
been a handful of exceptions made for women - all celebrities and political
figures.  You're the first quote-unquote normal woman to play here."

   "How did you get me in?" Cori asked.

   "I showed them a few pictures, explained how you'd be dressed and waved
a few dollar bills in the face of the manager," Miles said frankly.  "As
I'm sure you know, money and a hot ass can get you almost anything.  Just
put on a good show like you always do and no one will complain a bit."

   "Got it," Cori said.  "Well, thank you.  This is quite an honor."

   "Tell the manager that," Miles said.  "That will get him all hot and
bothered.  Oh, he'll probably want some pictures for his private
collection, you know the deal.  Just go with it."

   "Of course," Cori said.  "I understand."

   They approached the desk, a large, mahogany monster with real gold trim
that made the obvious statement that this was a high-priced, exclusive club
featuring only the finest amenities.  They catered to the rich and famous.
Cori was neither, but here she was anyway, catering to the rich in her own
way, too.  She supposed her outfit was sending the same sort of message -
in a very different way - as the desk about what her purpose was here on
this day.

   A medium-built man with sandy hair and strong, blue eyes greeted them.
His appearance and dark suit suggested to Cori that he might be the
manager, a suspicion he himself confirmed.

   "Greetings, I'm William Hildebrand, manager here," he said, shaking
Cori's hand politely why his eyes roamed over her body in a most impolite
manner.  "Good to see you, Miles," he said, slapping Miles on the shoulder.
The two obviously knew each other.

   "Good to see you, Bill," Miles said.  "Thanks for taking care of us
today.  As you can see, these are special circumstances.  I hated to leave
my niece all alone in the room while I played golf."

   "I understand completely," Hildebrand nodded.  "Would be a shame.  We're
happy to make exceptions to our rules when it's for good reasons such as
this.  I believe your partners are already waiting for you and have the
equipment you requested.  I'll be checking on you throughout your round to
make sure you enjoy your experience.  You will join me for a drink after
your round, won't you?"

   "Of course," Miles said, wrapping his hand around Cori's waist and
leading her toward the exit that opened to the first tee.  "Wouldn't miss
it." As they walked away, Miles flipped the back of Cori's skirt up,
flashing Hildebrand, who smiled and ran quickly upstairs to his office
which overlooked the first tee.  No way he was going to miss this show.

   Sam and Victor met them near the practice putting green close to the
first tee.  Cori did a slow spin for them, showing off her outfit, which
they enthusiastically approved of.

   "So, shall we have a little wager to make this more interesting?" Miles
asked after he had given them a brief rundown of their tennis match and
ride to the golf course.

   "Of course," Sam grinned.  "What are teams?"

   "Me and Cori against you two?" Miles asked.

   "Oh, I'm not very good," Cori said quickly.  "I've only played a couple
times.  I'll be a handicap to whatever team I'm on.  Really, I can just
watch you guys play."

   "Don't worry," Miles said.  "I'm the best golfer here, so it's only fair
that I take the weakest.  I saw how athletic you were this morning.  You'll
do fine."

   "What are the stakes?" Victor asked.

   "Losers pay for the drinks and dinner at the clubhouse afterward," Sam
suggested.

   "Deal," Miles said.  It sounded good to Cori.  She figured she wouldn't
be paying either way - if they won, great, if they lost, Miles would surely
pick up the check.  At least she hoped so.  She wasn't carrying any money.
Where could she possibly put it in an outfit like this?

   The outfit had drawn considerable attention already and as they
approached the first tee, a small gallery circled around them, making Cori
feel like Tiger Woods as she prepared to tee off.  She hadn't been nervous
in front of the crowd on the tennis court.  She was in her element there -
she knew she could play tennis well and was comfortable despite the
revealing attire and sexy show she had put on.  But this attire was even
more revealing and she wasn't at all comfortable swinging a golf club. 
Plus, these guys were a little bolder and more boisterous than the guys had
been this morning.  She supposed it had to do with a combination of alcohol
consumption and a certain bravado that came with being at a guys-only club.
There were no wives or girlfriends to cast disapproving looks or stare
daggers at their men.  She was on their turf and she was nothing more than
an object of lust and desire in this setting.  They weren't used to acting
like gentlemen here and the presence of one hot piece of ass with big tits
sure wasn't going to do anything to stem their testosterone surge.

   So, inevitably, the taunts and comments flowed freely as she bent over
to place her ball on the tee, then stepped back and took a few practice
swings.  Though she was very comfortable in heels, it was still hard to
balance as she rocked her weight back, then forward, rotating her hips and
trying to keep her arms straight as Miles had instructed in a quick
tutoring session before they stepped up to the tee.

   "Ooh, I think the ball is a little too high," one man offered.  "You
better bend over again and adjust it."

   "I've got a ball you can stroke, baby," another taunted.

   "I like the way you grip that shaft, honey cakes."

   "Bend over again so I can plant my flag in your hole!"

   Some were funny, most were juvenile and predictable and a few were crude
and mean.  Miles, Sam and Victor shot angry glances at those last set of
offenders, signaling that they had crossed the line.  They loved showing
their pet off to everyone and were more than happy to let them take a good
look here on the first hole.  If she got a little embarrassed, even
humiliated by the situation that was OK, but they drew the line at blatant
degradation.  That hardly made them role models, just not total creeps,
Cori thought, glad that they at least took a stand at some point and gave
her the reassurance that she was safe at least.

   She blocked out the catcalls and ignored the warm breeze gently blowing
across the exposed portions of her ass cheeks and focused on the ball,
slowly bringing the club back and then rotating her hips, using her toned
stomach muscles to twist her body and drive the club through the ball.  She
was surprised when it took off, soaring majestically into the air, slicing
slightly to the right as it arced gracefully onto the fairway, about
two-thirds of the way to the first hole.

   "Damn!" one guy said.  "Bitch can play."

   "Told you," Miles nodded at her as she stepped back, smiling, pleased
with herself and quite surprised at how well she had struck the ball.

   The others all teed off, each driving the ball further than Cori, Miles
landing his shot on the green and the others laying up just in front of the
green.  As expected, they were all very good golfers and Cori knew that
even her one nice shot wouldn't be nearly enough to help her compete with
these guys.  She had to hope Miles could carry their team.

   They got into their golf carts - Cori riding with Miles while Sam and
Victor rode in the other - and drove down to Cori's ball, leaving the lusty
crowd behind.  Miles scooped up Cori's ball as they went past.  "Best
ball," Miles explained as they drove on toward the green.  "We each tee
off, then use whichever one of us hits the best ball from there.  So, we'll
each take a shot from the spot where my ball landed on the green."

   "Got it," Cori said, breathing a sigh of relief.  It didn't matter if
she had a bad shot.  Miles would bail her out.

   Cori took the first putt, hitting the ball too hard and knocking it off
the green and down a slope back onto the fairway.

   "If I make this, I get to set an obstacle, right?" Miles asked the
others.

   "Sure," they agreed.  Obviously they had a system in place that Cori
didn't understand.  She gathered that the rules would change from hole to
hole.  No matter.  She was just along for the ride at this point.  She'd
keep bending over and showing off for them and do her best to help Miles
win.

   She watched as Miles calmly sank the long putt and pumped his fist,
yelling "Eagle, baby!" She wasn't sure what that meant, but obviously it
was good.  Both Victor and Sam successfully chipped onto the green, then
watched as Miles prepared the obstacle.

   "OK, on your hands and knees, Cori," Miles said.  She was caught off
guard.  Hands and knees?  Did he want to fuck her right here?  Right now?
Well, if they could fuck her tied to a boat in front of cruise ship full of
people, what was to stop them from doing it in the middle of a beautiful
private golf course?

   She got on her hands and knees and Miles walked over to the hole.  "Over
here," he said.  Cori understood that she was to crawl and did so, feeling
her ass wiggle and tits jiggle as she slid her hands and knees forward on
the soft, perfectly manicured grass.  Her male escorts watched in
appreciation of her catlike, sensuous movements and the sight of her ass
and pussy, clearly visible under her mini skirt.

   "Sit up," he said and she rose to her knees.  She expected Miles to
order her to suck his cock, but instead he quickly unzipped her jacket
until only the catch held at the bottom.  He snapped together a button she
hadn't noticed before at her neck and pulled the sides of the jacket open
so that her tits popped out of the newly created opening.  The tight
material squeezed in against her above and below her tits, mashing them
together and forcing them to stick out even more than usual.  They were
big, dark cones mounted on her chest, capped by twin erasers that seemed to
be growing and hardening by the second.  The gold chain hung limply below
her breasts as their compressed state supplied extra slack.

   "Back on all fours," he said.  "Straddle the hole so that your tits are
right over it.  Good, go a little lower - down on your elbows." Cori did so
and Miles knelt down in front of her, reaching under her to feel the
clearance between her protruding nipples and the hole.  There was less than
an inch - not nearly enough space for a golf ball to pass through.

   He walked around to get a look from behind her - the same view the
others had.  "Raise your ass a bit higher," he said, putting his hands on
her hips and pulling her up.  She squared up her knees and stuck her ass as
high in the air as she could.  "Spread your legs a little more," he said.
She slid her knees out on the smooth grass, feeling the heat of the sun
pound against her exposed pussy flesh, hoping that the dark, moist skin
would absorb the rays without getting sunburned.  She'd burned her tits
before and her ass, but never her pussy.  She hated to think what that
would feel like.  Her tits and ass were so dark now, there was no chance of
burning anywhere on her body, unless it was her pussy.  She hoped she
wouldn't be exposed this obscenely long enough for it to be a concern.

   "OK gentlemen," Miles said, stepping back to take a look at his
handiwork.  "Remember hitting the ball in the clown's mouth when you played
mini golf as a kid?  Well, think of this as the same sort of test.  You
have to hit it between the heels, under the creamy thighs - watch for the
dripping pussy juice!  - and between the big titties.  Just like in mini
golf, you can hit it off any part of her body and it's fair game.  Got it?"

   "Yeah," Sam laughed.  "You prick.  Like I'm going to be able to
concentrate looking at that.  Fuck.  Yeah, you got it."

   "Hold real still, Cori," Miles said.

   Sam tapped his ball and it curved slowly across the grass, bouncing
against her leg warmers and stopping between her knees.  He walked up
behind her and made a show of kneeling down to read the green like the pro
golfers did, but all he was doing was looking at Cori's ass and pussy from
about two inches away.  He reached out and gave her pussy a quick squeeze
and her ass a gentle slap before stand up and gently tapping the ball
between her legs.  Miles and Victor were kneeling down by Cori's head,
watching underneath her as the ball tapped against her right nipple and
bounced into the hole.

   Sam happily crawled between Cori's legs and reached into the hole to
retrieve his ball, tugging on her left nipple ring before retreating to let
Victor take his shot.  After watching Sam's shot fall short, Victor hit the
ball harder, giving it good pace as it shot between her legs, under her
pussy and toward the hanging cones of her tits.  It slapped against the
inside of her left nipple, spun along the gold chain which lay on the
ground just in front of the hole and ricocheted into her right nipple.  It
bent her nipple sideways and stuck there, her nipple pinning the ball in
place and reminding Miles of that little flag that bent back and forth
before indicating whether "Price is Right" contestants had just spun for a
nickel or a dollar on the "Big Wheel".

   "Tough titties," Miles laughed at his stupid joke.  He reached under
her, tweaking her nipple before pulling the ball out and tossing it to
Victor.  "Looks like you guys are two strokes behind already.  What's the
matter?  Something distracting you?"

   He helped Cori up, leaving the jacket as it was with her tits popping
out.  He rubbed her nipples in mock sympathy, "Those balls didn't hurt too
much, did they?"

   "No," Cori laughed as she looked around, relieved that no one else
seemed to have been watching.  "Those aren't the first balls to touch my
tits, you know." She laughed at her own joke, because it was a little funny
and because she wanted to keep reminding these guys that she was a good
sport and would go along with their crazy ideas.  Keeping them happy was
always important.

   As they approached the second tee, a golf cart came zipping up with two
young women riding on it.  Cori was puzzled.  She thought this was a
men-only club.

   "Beer guys?" the girls chirped happily.  Then, when they noticed Cori's
unique, bare-breasted attire, one said, "Ooh, cool jacket.  Where did you
get that?"

   "I bought it for her," Miles said, walking over to the cart and
accepting four beers from the girls.  They were both attractive, one
brunette, one African-American, wearing white cotton tank tops with the
course's logo on the front and their names - Monique and Katie - on the
back.  They had on cotton yellow athletic shorts and white tennis shoes. 
They were cute and clearly hired as eye candy for the course members, their
job being to look cute and deliver drinks to the players.

   "I thought this was a men's only course," Cori said after they drove
off.

   "It is," Miles explained.  "And men like nothing more than pretty young
ladies, so they hire college girls or girls just out of high school who are
looking for a part-time job while they take classes at one of the schools
here or look for a sugar daddy to pick them up.  Never been an ugly one in
the bunch.  But, this is a classy course, so the clothes are sexy without
being too revealing.  And doing any more than flirting with the members is
strictly prohibited - as long as the girls are on course time.  I've seen
more than a few leave with a member and I don't imagine they go off to
discuss their golf games."

   "I see," Cori nodded.  "They didn't seem too surprised to see me here,
dressed like this."

   "These girls aren't exactly naïve to the way things work - at least not
the ones who have been here for a few weeks," Victor said.  "Half of them
came down here as someone's plaything and just decided to stay while their
50-year-old sugar daddies went back home to the family."

   "Wouldn't be a bad job for you if you wanted to stay here," Sam said. 
"Of course, you'd probably be pretty uncomfortable.  That's a lot more
clothes than you're used to wearing I bet."

   "I think I could get used to it if it meant living here," Cori said. 
She was joking, but a quick thought ran through her head.  Could she just
stay here year round?  She could do this job and probably live off the tips
- rich guys always gave pretty girls lots of money for doing nothing more
than looking pretty and maybe flashing a little skin.  She could make ends
meet and wouldn't have to worry about taking care of anyone but herself. 
It was tempting, but only for a fleeting moment.  She wanted more from
life. She knew she was smart enough and talented enough to do more than be
a pretty toy for rich guys.  And, while she had several good years left,
she wouldn't be the hot young flavor of the month forever.  Then what?  No,
she needed to start thinking about the future now.  She had come here to
get away, relax and refocus her life and that was what she was going to do
... as soon as she spent another day and a half as the personal, private
entertainment for these three men.

   On the next hole, Cori found herself distracted by the fact that her
tits were sticking out - they seemed to interfere with her swing and she
sliced the ball far off into the woods.  Miles had a nice drive down the
middle of the fairway, but three-putted and their lead was cut to one
stroke.

   Miles instructed Cori to "distract them" and she proceeded to do her
best, stretching, bending over, sighing or giggling, adjusting her leg
warmers, taking long, slow drinks of her beer, sucking on the bottle neck
as she tilted her head back so they could watch her swallow.  All her
tricks helped a little, as both Victor and Sam duffed shots, their
concentration clearly broken by a flash of skin or particularly sexy pose.
At one point, Cori sat down by the tee box, pretending to be tired and
resting while they all teed off.  But, as Sam prepared to strike the ball,
she began a slow, sensuous crawl over to the golf court, giving him a
perfect view of her ass and pussy.  He shanked the shot and didn't even
cart.

   After seven holes, Cori and Miles led by three strokes and Cori felt
good about their chances.  Miles was really good and she had actually made
one nice putt that helped them gain a stroke.  As they finished the hole,
they realized another foursome was waiting on them, so Miles signaled that
they would let them play through.  "Better put these away for a minute,"
Miles said, helping Cori stuff her tits back inside the jacket, leaving the
top buttoned and the bottom of the zipper in tact so that her tits were
mashed together uncomfortably, a mass of cleavage visible in the opening in
the jacket.  "Don't know what kind of guys these are.  If it's a bunch of
old fogies, you're liable to give them a heart attack."

   "They'd die happy," Victor said.  It was a sweet comment that Cori could
tell he meant as a genuine compliment.

   "Thank you," she said, surprised at how much she appreciated those few
kind words.  She supposed it was more how he said it - like he really meant
it instead of the cocky, sarcastic tones these guys usually used - than
what he said.

   They waited by the side of the green as the other foursome approached,
chipping onto the green and greeting them as they walked up.  They weren't
old geezers on the verge of heart attack, but clean-cut young men in their
mid-twenties and early 30s.

   "We heard there was a woman on the course today," one said, nodding
toward Cori.

   "Fine addition to the view, if you don't mind my saying," another added,
glancing toward Sam, Victor and Miles to make sure he wasn't crossing any
boundaries.

   "What do you boys do for a living?" Victor asked.

   "We're all in sales for MedCorp," one bragged.  "We earned this trip for
being top sellers."

   "Really?" Miles said, doing his best to sound impressed.  "Well, I think
top sales people deserve lots of perks.  Nice trips, nice bonuses, fine
women."

   "I couldn't agree more," one of the guys said, looking at Cori.  "Looks
like one of you earned a pretty nice perk yourself."

   "Indeed," Miles bragged.  "Being a CEO of the largest bank in the
eastern U.S.  does tend to have certain benefits.  Say, you guys ever play
miniature golf?" Cori knew what was coming.  She wasn't exactly surprised.
Miles wasn't impressed by these cocky young men and wanted to put them in
their place.  What better way than to show them what kind of control he had
over Cori, tease them and send them on their way with unused hard-ons.

   "I did years ago," one of the guys said.  "But I think big boy golf is
more my speed.  Mini golf is probably good for you ol' timers.  Easier on
those knee and hip replacements."

   Miles, Victor and Sam all looked at each other, their eyes sending
unspoken agreements that it was time to take these punks down a notch. 
Cori wasn't sure exactly what the plan was, but it was obvious that her men
didn't like these guys and were going to use her to teach them a lesson. 
They couldn't tell her the plan, but she was in tune enough that she felt
she could follow their lead.

   "Well, I think you'll find our version of mini golf to be plenty big
boy," Miles said.  "In fact, I'm willing to bet you can't handle it."

   "How much?" one punk asked.

   "How much you boys have?  Did your get an advance on your allowance from
your dads this month?" Sam jeered.

   The young challengers huddled up and counted their money.  "One thousand
dollars," one announced.

   "Done," Miles said.

   "What do mean, done?  We don't even know what the bet is, yet."

   "Ever been to one of those mini golf courses where they have the animals
and windmills and stuff you have to hit around?" Miles said, talking to
them like they were fifth graders.

   "Sure."

   "Well, we're going to set up our own mini golf course hole with two
obstacles - you have to hit between a pony's legs and past a pendulum. 
From 20 feet away.  You each get one shot and I assure you a hole-in-one is
possible.  In fact, I'll demonstrate.  Then, you each take a shot.  If any
one of you make it, you win the cash.  If not, you pay up."

   "Let's see the obstacle."

   Miles looked up the course and saw that no one else was coming.  Good,
they had time.  It made sense - it was the afternoon now.  Most guys
preferred to play in the morning or evening when it was cooler.  But it was
a pleasant day, mid-80s and a nice breeze, so it wasn't uncomfortable for
any of them except Cori, whose tits were still being mashed by the jacket.

   "Cori," Miles said and she moved forward without further instruction. 
She knelt down on all fours over the hole like before, but Miles had her
move forward so her belly was over the hole, taking her tits out of the
equation as an obstacle.  She didn't get it.  All they had to do was shoot
between her legs?  It seemed like that would be an easy shot; they could
bank the ball off her legs and it would funnel right to the hole.  And what
was this about a pony?  That's when she saw Sam approaching with an object
she had seen in pictures, but never had used on her.  It was a small but
plug with a bunch of leather straps sticking out of it.  When put in her
ass, it would look like she had a horse's tail.  He must have had it in the
gym bag on the back of the golf cart.  Cori wondered what else might be in
there.

   "Holy shit," one of the guys said.  "Are you going to put that up her
ass?"

   "No," Sam said, surprising the young men and Cori.  "You are." He handed
it to the guy and waved his hand toward Cori, inviting him to have at her.

   He stepped forward, knelt down next to her and said, "Wait, what about
lubrication?"

   "She provides her own - mouth and pussy," Miles said.

   "Got it." The guy put the plug into Cori's mouth and watched her suck.
She put on her usual show, imagining it was a hard cock in her mouth,
sucking it and licking at it, circling her tongue around it.  But she was
also slobbering all over it - she knew where this thing was going next and
she wanted it to be as wet as possible.  The guy started rubbing her pussy
with his left hand, warming it up, teasing her clit and stroking her lips
until he felt her getting moist.  Then, he pulled the plug out of her mouth
and pushed it gently into her pussy, twisting it around and jabbing at her
cunt with the three-inch plug.

   Finally, he pulled it out and held it up for all to see the juice and
saliva that now coated it.

   "Get your fingers wet and then wet her asshole a little first," Miles
said.  Cori felt two fingers enter her pussy, sliding around inside her,
rubbing her pussy walls.  "That's enough," Miles said.  The guy spread her
ass cheeks and rubbed his fingers around the rim of her asshole, applying
her pussy juice to the puckered entryway.  Then, he pressed the wet butt
plug against her asshole and gently pushed until she opened up, the plug
sliding slowly but easily into her asshole.  Once it was all the way in, he
let go of her ass cheeks which closed tightly around the plug, leaving the
leather tail to hang obscenely out of her.

   It was long enough that it touched the ground and one of the punks
objected, "Hey, that's not fair.  That's a blockade."

   "Shut up," Victor said coldly.  He stepped forward and tied a cord
around the ends of the tail, holding them together.  Then, he wrapped the
end of the tail around a golf ball, tying the tail around the ball.  The
end result was that the tail was now considerably shorter and hung about an
inch off the ground.  It now also had a ball on the end of it which could
be swung back and forth like a pendulum.  "See?" Victor said.

   "All right, start the pendulum," Miles said, stepping off 20 paces and
dropping the ball directly behind Cori.  Victor pulled the ball up and let
it drop.  It barely cleared her leg before sweeping across just above the
ground and flipping up past the other leg where a kneeling Sam caught it
and sent it back.  Victor and Sam played catch this way while Miles lined
up his putt and tapped it toward the holes - the two on Cori he could see
and the one in the ground between her legs that he couldn't.  It passed
smoothly between her legs, narrowly missing the pendulum and sank perfectly
into the hole.

   "Easy as that," Miles said smugly.

   "Hmmph," one of the boys smirked, acting unimpressed.  "Big deal.  I was
all-state in high school and these three all played in college.  I think we
can handle a mid-range putt on a flat green."

   "Hold on," one of his co-horts said.  "They can just wait and drop the
ball and knock ours out when it comes through."

   "Yeah, that's not fair."

   "Good point," Miles acknowledged.  "How about this?  Just before you're
ready to putt, we give the ball a good swing to get it going.  Then, Cori
will just have to wag her tail like a little puppy dog to keep it going. 
Believe me, she's got plenty of wag in that tail.  She can't see you guys,
so she won't know if she's hitting your ball or not."

   "Fair enough."

   One by one, the young men stepped up and took their shots.  Cori wiggled
her ass as best she could, trying to keep that pendulum going, knowing that
the movement likely had a dual effect of distracting the guys.  While she
was far from arrogant about it, she knew she had a nice ass and that the
sight of a tight, swaying ass was tough for guys to ignore.  Just the
slightest distraction could be enough to keep them from making their putts.


   The first one actually hit one of her heels and the next hit the inside
of her right knee and came to a stop against her left thigh.

   "Don't worry, I got this," the next said.

   "Sure about that are you?" Miles asked.

   "Absolutely.  I fuck hot bitches like this all the time.  It takes more
than a cunt to distract me."

   "All right, then, how about a little side wager?  One of us gets to put
our cocks in her mouth after this shot.  You hit, she's yours.  You miss,
she's mine."

   "Now that's a deal.  Bet you're going to hate watching your bitch choke
on my foot-long and then call out my name when you're fucking her tonight
with your two-incher."

   Sure enough, the punk hit a perfect shot.  Cori could tell from the look
on Sam's face that it might have a chance to go in.  She twitched her hips
back and forth rapidly, then felt the slight vibration in her ass as the
ball of her tail smacked against the golf ball, stopping it in its tracks.

   Miles smiled, unzipped his shorts and presented his thick seven-incher,
waving it around before offering to Cori, who sucked him into her mouth for
the second time that day.

   "Since you're such a pro," Sam said to the last guy, "I'm sure you won't
mind if my friend continues with his blowjob while you take your shot."

   "Fuck no," the guy said.  "Long as I get my turn after I make this."

   "Deal," Miles said.  He watched the kid get ready for his shot.  He
started grunting as he fucked Cori's face and Cori picked up what he was
saying over and over, "arch, arch".  She took the lead and arched her back,
making her ass stick up even higher, her curves more apparent, her tits pop
out even more.  Miles took his cock out and put his hand under chin,
forcing her head up, further exaggerating the arch of her back as he
bounced his balls on forehead, then dropped them into her mouth.

   She was shaking her ass, arching her back, sucking Miles' balls.  What
else could she do to distract the golfer?  She started making choking and
slobbering sounds as she worked on Miles' cock and balls, then moaned and
groaned as if she were about to cum.  One of those moans was well-timed,
coming just as he hit the ball.  His head snapped up a moment too early as
her heard what sounded like a woman in orgasm and he topped the ball.  It
was right on line, but hit too softly, it stopped three inches shy of the
hole.

   "Too bad," Miles laughed.  "Pay up and move on."

   Sam collected the money and one of the guys went over to take a picture
of Cori and another tried to grab her ass.  But Victor stepped in between.
"You lose, gentlemen," he said.  "Now drag your shriveled up dicks to the
next hole.  Cori only plays with big boy golfers, you know.  Come back when
you learn a little about respect."

   "Fuck you and that ugly bitch," one of the guys sputtered, furious that
he had lost his money and been shown up by a group of rich old guys.  He
slung his club into a pond and stormed to the next hole with his buddies.

   Cori could tell they were gone, but couldn't see it for herself.  All
she could see right now was Miles' belly as his cock continued to fill her
mouth, his balls slapping rhythmically against her chin now as she settled
into a steady beat, quickly working toward his orgasm.  Victor and Sam sat
back on their cart, drinking a beer and watching the show.  Two more beer
girls drove up, their mouths agape at the x-rated scene playing out on the
seventh hole.

   "Um, you guys need a beer?" one of the girls laughed uncomfortably.

   "Sure," Sam said.  "Got any water?  She might want to rinse her mouth
out in a few minutes, if you know what I mean."

   "Yeah, I don't mind swallowing," the other girl said, batting her eyes
at Sam suggestively.  "But I know some girls just can't handle it.  I'll do
anything for my man."

   "And his money," Victor said, dismissing the gold digger.  "He'd seen
plenty of her type around here.  Pretty but too dumb and too shallow to
know what it was all about.  Not like Cori.  In the short time he'd been
around her, he realized she was several steps ahead of these girls.  Sexy
as hell, yes, but also mature and smart and intuitive.  That's why she was
so fun to play with.  She understood what they wanted and was happy to give
to them for fair payback.  It was all about understanding your assets and
liabilities and the laws of supply and demand.  Everything - including sex
- came down to business sense.  Cori had it and these particular beer girls
didn't.

   The girls stayed until Miles came, watching Cori swallow every drop,
licking her lips hungrily.  She had heard what the little bitch had said
about her not knowing how to take care of her man.  Cori was generally very
friendly with other girls and seldom jealous or judgmental.  But that
bitch's comment had pissed her off and, much like Miles, Victor and Sam had
been with the other golfers, Cori wanted to put her in her place.  None of
these guys was Cori's boyfriend, but that girl didn't know that.  She had
no right to try to steal them from her or to try to insinuate that she was
a better cocksucker.  Cori purposely let a drop of cum seep onto her chin,
then, staring at the sorority girl on the golf cart, stuck out her tongue
and lapped it up, finishing with a swallow.

   "Any questions?" she asked.  Her male companions howled in delight as
the sorority sisters acted offended and sped off, sputtering about stupid
sluts.

   "Way to go, Cori," Victor high-fived her, then slapped her on the ass
like two football players congratulating each other.  "You really put them
in their place."

   "Thanks," Cori beamed.  "You guys did the same with those guys.  I'm
just glad that last shot fell short.  That was close."

   "I wasn't worried," Miles said honestly.  "Punks like that never get the
best of you.  Just like those girls.  You shouldn't worry about them."

   "I don't usually let stuff like that bother me," Cori said, taking a big
drink of water to wash down the remnants of cum in her mouth.  "I just
don't like to be judged.  People judge me all the time.  They think I'm
stupid because of how I look or I'm a slut because of how I dress.  You
guys judged me the other day.  I know.  That's why I was rude to you.  But
as much as I hate that, I hate people thinking their better than me.  That
bitch had no right to think she was better than me.  You don't have to like
me or agree with how I live my life, but I deserve and demand to be
respected."

   It was one of the most frank speeches Cori had ever made, one of the
most self-aware.  And it looked ridiculous coming from a girl standing in
the middle of a golf course, half-naked, a tail hanging out of her ass, cum
drying on her lips and surrounded by three men twice her age.  But she felt
it strongly.  She said it and, she could tell that they heard her.

   "I respect any girl that can suck cock like that," Miles said.

   "You don't have to worry about what people think of you.  Men love and
women hate you.  You might as well get used to it," Sam said.

   Their comments weren't exactly the comfort and support and level of
maturity Cori was hoping for, but Victor seemed to get it.

   "Listen," he said slowly, "you are the hottest girl I've ever seen. 
Honestly.  But don't ever let that define you.  Use it to your advantage to
make your life better.  You're using it now for someone else and I bet
you've done that a lot in your life.  That's nice.  It's sweet.  But people
will disrespect you and take advantage of you."

   Cori thought of her step-dad and his cohorts.  Victor was so right.

   "Hell, we're taking advantage of you now," Victor continued.  "And
there's no chance we're not going to keep doing it today and tomorrow. 
Sorry, you're too hot and that's just the way it is.  But don't let your
whole life be a series of these types of bargains and deals.  If you're
willing to use your body like you are now, you can do a lot of things.  But
don't sell yourself short and settle for a sugar daddy or end up taking
tips from a beer cart.  Think big.  Because, in 15 years when you're the
hottest milf in town, you're going to want something more.  You're smart
enough, so don't every get down on yourself.  Stay tough like you are now.
It will all be worth it some day.  And keep having fun.  Sex is supposed to
be fun and your attitude is perfect."

   "Thank you so much," Cori said, their eyes connecting.  She glanced and
realized that Miles and Sam were already setting up on the next tee.  They
hadn't realized the seriousness of this exchange to Cori.  But there was
Victor, right with her.  She didn't feel any romantic connection to him or
anything like that, but she felt a connection.  Maybe it was almost
father-like - an elder who seemed to truly understand and respect her, even
if he did have every intention of fucking her five or six different ways in
the next day and a half.  Ben at the shop had been like a big brother. 
John had been like a grandfather, even though he wasn't that old.  And Ty
had been the party friend.  Her step-dad had been a jerk, Crisp a near
rapist and Tony a savior.  Gerald was sweet and harmless.  But no one had
been like a father to her.  Maybe he hadn't been yesterday and maybe he
wouldn't be tomorrow, but right then, in that moment, Victor had been the
best father she had ever had.  She didn't know how to tell him that, so
they walked silently toward the next green, ready to continue.

   She could see by the gleam in his eye that Sam already had an idea.  He
had moved on from the encounters with the guys and the beer girls.  His
mind remained focus on one thing - Cori and her body and, more
specifically, how to show it off for his own amusement.  Miles seemed to be
of a like mind and was certainly in good spirits, thanks to the
incomparable feeling of having received two world-class blowjobs in the
past couple of hours - both in front of a jealous audience.

   "All right, since we have such a big lead, we're going to give them a
chance, Cori," Miles said.  "I'm going hit left-handed on this hole and
you're going to, well, it would be easier to show you than tell you.  Take
off your jacket."

   Cori took off her jacket and handed it Victor, who threw it in one of
the golf carts.  Miles took the butt plug out of her ass and they threw
that back in the gym bag.  She was standing at the tee on the eighth hole,
topless, a pair of nipple rings and a small chain hanging between them. 
She had on her tiny black-and-white plaid pleated skirt, white leg warmers
and heels.  The red bow was still in her hair and her candy-red lipstick
looked unblemished despite the blowjob a few minutes ago.

   Miles grabbed the center point of the chain that connected her nipples
and attached another gold chain to it.  He handed her driver to her and
told her to get in her stance as if she was about to hit the ball.  She
measured the distance from the ball, scooting back a few inches to give her
room to extend her arms, keeping her feet shoulder width apart.

   "OK, hold that pose," Miles said.  He ducked down below her arms and
grabbed the other end of the chain that he had just connected to her.  This
end of the chain had a large gold ring on it with a clasp that could be
opened and shut with a quick flip of the thumb.  He opened the clasp and
snapped the ring around the shaft of the golf club, pushing the ring down
until both the chain connecting her nipples and the chain from there to the
club were taut.  Then, he fastened a small clamp to the shaft of the club
above the ring, ensuring that the ring wouldn't slide back up the shaft and
provide any slack.  Cori could feel a slight tug on her nipples, but
nothing painful.  At least not yet.

   "All right, you have to play every stroke of this hole just like this,"
Miles said.  "I imagine you'll want to shorten your swing a bit."

   "I imagine!" Cori laughed, again surprised by their screwball
creativity. She took a short practice swing, barely drawing her arms back,
exaggerating the twist of her torso to try to keep as little strain as
possible on her nipples, then she drew the club forward slowly, testing to
see how far she could follow through.  "Wow, that feels so weird," Cori
said, reminded of her fishing expedition yesterday.  "OK, I think I can at
least hit it.  I don't think it will go far, though."

   "That's all right," Miles said.  "But I should warn you, you must play
your own ball this entire hole and it's the longest on the course."

   "Why am I not surprised?" Cori laughed again.  She took the best swing
she could, so focused on not hurting herself that she barely connected with
the ball, which dribbled off the tee and went just a few yards before
rolling to a stop.

   "Ugh," she groaned.  "This might take all day."

   "I won't complain if it does," Miles said.  They switched the chains to
a different club and watched Cori swing again, admiring the way her nipples
bent first to her right, then swung back to the left as she swung the golf
club, her breasts jiggling with the motion.  "That's a sight that would
never get old."

   The guys each took their shots, even Miles easily out-distancing Cori,
who took six shots just to match their first.  Her nipples were getting
more tender and sensitive with swing - still no pain, just a discomfort
that was aggravating and mildly arousing at the same time.

   "She's starting to get the hang of it," Sam said.  "Better add step
two."

   "Step two?" Cori asked.  What now?  Were they going to tie her clit to
the club too?

   Victor took the red ribbon out of Cori's hair and, with Sam squeezing
her tits together, tied it around her breasts, mashing them together before
wrapping them up in a bow.  The result was a bit of slack in the chain
between her nipples, but Miles slid the ring on the golf club shaft down a
bit to tighten it again.

   "Best present I ever saw," Victor said, admiring the package of tits and
nipples.

   Cori thought she had to look ridiculous, but didn't figure this would
make it much harder to swing than it already was.  That was before Sam went
to the golf cart and came back with a vibrator.  He turned it on and put it
inside Cori's pussy, pushing it back and forth a few times before leaving
it there.

   "Let's see how that affects your swing," Sam chuckled.

   Cori just shook her head, knowing that this was going to be nearly
impossible.  She took a short, hard whack at the ball, surprised that her
breasts didn't bust out of the ribbon.  But Victor had tied it tight.  She
followed the ball, the men laughing as she walked gingerly, careful not to
move the club too much, holding it close to her body.  And she took small
steps, fearful of shaking the vibrator around too much or having it fall
out.

   The little thing was working too, humming happily inside her, slowly
driving her crazy.  By the time she finally sank her put - 12 strokes in
all - her nipples were rock hard, her breasts were ultra sensitive and her
pussy was getting wetter by the second.  They took a few pictures of her,
then reluctantly removed both chains from her as well as the nipple rings.
They also removed the vibrator.  The ribbon was still tied around her tits.

   "I wish she could play the whole round topless," Sam said.  "But we're
almost back up to the clubhouse for the turnaround.  If the wrong people
see us, they might report it to the board.  I don't want to get Hildebrand
in trouble."

   "I've got an idea," Miles said, eyeing the sand trap next to the green.
"You guys got a good load stored up?"

   "Always," Sam said.

   "I was ready to blow half an hour ago," Victor admitted.

   "Good," Miles said.  "Do it however you want, but just make sure you get
every drop on her tits, especially her nipples."

   Sam saw Miles eyeing the sand trap and caught on.  "Sure thing," he
said. They led Cori over the back side of the green just to the side of the
sand trap.  They were secluded back here and Sam wasted no time taking his
cock out.  Victor followed suit and Cori dropped to her knees, sucking both
cocks, alternating from one to the other while they fondled her tits. 
Understanding that time was an issue, neither man tried to hold back, both
reaching their orgasms quickly.  Victor came first, plastering her left
breast with a large load, purposely holding his cock to her breast and
letting the cum seep out rather than jerking it and producing wild jets of
cum.  The result was a fairly solid coating of cum that blanketed from just
above her left nipple, over the nipple and oozed toward the underside of
her breast.

   "Nice shooting," Sam said, and did his best to duplicate the effort with
her right breast.  The second they were done, Miles stepped in and led Cori
by the elbow to the sand trap.

   `Lay on your belly and stick your tits in the sand," he said.

   Cori finally got it.  They wanted to use their cum to make the sand
stick to her breasts.  If they got enough on there, it would look from a
distance like she had a small brown bikini top on when, in reality, she
would still be topless.  "You guys are crazy," she laughed.  But she did it
anyway, pressing her breasts into the soft sand, glad that it wasn't too
rough on her nipples.  She shifted around a bit, trying to make sure she
got as much on as she could, knowing the cum would dry quickly with the
sand on there.  When she stood up, sure enough, both nipples were covered
with sand as was a decent size patch of the skin around the nipples.

   "Wow, that feels funny," she said, looking down at her breasts.  She
noticed that there were a couple globs of cum on the red ribbon, but they
had done a good job of keeping most of it on her tits.  Miles took the
ribbon off and told her tie it back in her hair.  She knew he had seen the
cum on it but, since he made no mention of wiping it off first, she tied it
in her hair anyway.  It was hardly the first time she had cum in her hair
and she knew it wouldn't be the last.

   Now she stood before them with her cum-coated red ribbon in her hair,
her tits covered by a layer of cum and sand and her ass and pussy still
hanging out below her hiked up skirt.  She still wore her leg warmers and
high heels as they approached the ninth hole.  This time when she swung,
there was nothing to restrain her arms or breasts, so she hit the ball
hard, her tits jiggling freely, the sand sticking to them surprisingly
well.

   The guys didn't want to ruin the chance to make her walk the course
naked by fondling her tits as much as they had been, so the focused instead
on her ass, randomly grabbing and groping it, squeezing between her legs as
they waited for each other to tee off.  In the cart, Miles' hand rested
squarely between her thighs, fingering her pussy.  Normally, guys this age
who had gotten off so many times in the last couple of days would have been
worn out by now.  But Cori knew these were men who popped Viagra like it
was candy and had been having sex multiple times a day for most of their
adult lives.  Their stamina and sexual desire seldom waned.  And if it did,
they certainly were happy to use her as a stimulus to build it back up with
their crazy games.

   The green to the ninth hole was next to the clubhouse and was a popular
halfway stopping point for restroom breaks and refreshments.  The guys
decided it was time to see just how well Cori's sand top was working.  They
sent her in to the clubhouse, telling her to use the restroom first if she
needed to, then go to the snack bar and order four milk shakes.  They each
sat at a table several feet from the snack bar where they could watch the
show.

   The door was right next to the entrance to the restrooms, so Cori was
able to duck in with no one really taking notice.  She was happy to find
the restroom unoccupied - not a shock since there were only a handful of
girls working and everyone else here was male.  She sat down on the toilet,
collecting her thoughts.  She wasn't stressed or scared or angry, but she
needed a moment to herself to just relax and not think about what body
parts were exposed, who was looking and how she would be used next.

   She looked down at her tits, aware of the odd feeling of sticky cum
plastered to her skin, topped with a fine layer of soft, light brown sand.
It was such a bizarre site, seeing her nipples stick out, completely
unencumbered, yet completely covered by the sand.  It reminded her of those
swimsuit models who had the swimsuits painted on them so that they really
weren't wearing anything but it looked like they were.

   She sat there for several minutes.  She was tired.  She had fucked so
much the last two days, not to mention snorkeling, fishing, playing tennis
and now golf.  It was exhausting, yet she knew there was no letting up now.
Miles still had half a day and Victor had a full day and they were surely
neither one going to tell her to take a couple hours and take a nap.  It
was OK, she told herself, after tomorrow, she'd be back on her own, just
relaxing for the rest of her vacation.  How nice would it be to go to bed
by herself, sleep in and wake up without a hard cock poking at her
somewhere?  As much as she liked a good morning fuck, she couldn't wait.

   Realizing that the guys were probably waiting for her, she got up,
checked her self in the mirror, then walked out.  She saw them sitting at a
table, smiling at her as she walked out.  She heard a couple of whistles,
but she wasn't sure if it was them or someone else.  Heads were turning
now, whispers and murmurs turning into louder comments as she walked toward
the snack bar, her tits jiggling and her skirt bouncing around, hopelessly
trying to cover her ass and pussy.

   There was a young redhead with perky tits waiting at the snack bar.  She
wore the same outfit the bar cart girls had worn and greeted Cori with a
smile.  "So, you're the guest celebrity today," she said without a hint of
sarcasm.  "The guys have been talking about you all afternoon.  I see why."
There was no judgment in her voice.  She was pleasant and matter-of-fact.

   "Really?" Cori asked.

   "Of course," the redhead said.  "It's not often there's a woman allowed
to play here and if there is she's usually someone really important.  No
offense, but you don't exactly measure up to a Senator in that respect."

   "None taken," Cori said.  "Um, I need four milk shakes, please." She
handed the girl the money Miles had given her.

   "Sure," the redhead said.  "So, what's holding the sand on?  Or
shouldn't I ask?"

   "Well, I'm sure you can guess," Cori said, laughing, relieved that the
redhead had noticed but not judged her or made some grand announcement to
the rest of the place.  That bitch on the golf course would have tried to
humiliate her, but this girl - Robin, according to the name on the back of
her shirt -- was much nicer.

   "I'm sure I can," Robin said, glancing toward the three guys at the
table.  "And I'm sure if your boyfriends would let them, the rest of the
guys in this place would make sure the rest of your body was covered the
same way."

   "They wouldn't do that, would they?"

   "I don't think so," Robin said.  "Those guys come here all the time and
you're the first girl I've ever seen with them.  I think they're jerks, but
they seem fairly harmless."

   "I wouldn't say harmless," Cori said, thinking of how they had treated
Gerald, "but they haven't hurt me and I don't think they will." Just then
she felt a hard smack on her ass and turned to see a large man with a beard
and mustache leering over her, staring at her tits while his left handed
continued to rest on her ass.

   "Might I buy you drink, my dear?" the man sleazed.

   "Uhh, I'm with those guys over there," Cori said, nodding toward Miles,
Victor and Sam, hoping that they would come to defend her.  But they just
sat there, watching and laughing and Cori realized that they had put this
jerk up to it.  Sure enough, the guy chuckled, pinched Cori's ass and
yelled to them as he walked back to toward their table, tossing them a $20
billl, "You're right fellas, tightest ass I've ever felt."

   "I'd tell you to watch your back," Robin said sympathetically, "but it
looks like everyone is already doing that for you.  Just take care."

   Cori nodded and turned back toward the table, carrying a try with the
four milk shakes.  Miles handed her the $20, "Here, you earned it," he
said, grinning.  She took it and tucked it inside her legwarmer, aware that
everyone had seen what had just happened.  The money wasn't an issue.  It
was merely a prop, she realized, to send the message to everyone that she
could be bought and sold.

   "Hey, I like the looks of those milk shakes," a guy at a table next to
them said, leering at her chest.

   "Go get him one, Cori," Miles said.  "And put a little extra bounce in
your step, if you know what I mean.  The man said he likes the looks of
milk shakes."

   Cori knew exactly what he meant, of course.  They wanted her to make her
tits bounce as much as possible while she walked - make her milk jugs shake
for them.  She got up and walked to the snack bar, doing the exaggerated
hip shake, placing one foot directly in front of the other like the fashion
models always did.  She knew this would create some extra bounce and make
her tits jiggle for them.

   When she returned with the shake, she bent over the table in front of
him, did a little shimmy to make her tits smack together, and placed it on
the table.  The man tucked $10 inside her leg warmer and gave her a pinch
on the ass as she walked away.  Now, everyone was waving money and asking
for a milk shake.  Miles gave her the nod indicating that she should serve
them all.  Someone played the pop song with the line "my milkshake brings
all the boys to the yard," which made Cori laugh as she returned to the
snack bar.  For the next half hour, Cori showed off her milk shake while
Robin frantically made the shakes.

   With each delivery, the guys would grab the shake, a handful of ass and
stuff money into her leg warmers.  As she'd walk by the tables, guys were
reaching out, pinching her ass.  They either all knew or suspected what was
holding the sand on her breasts and didn't touch them - at least not with
their hands.

   Some guys got creative and started using spoons to tap her tits and make
them jiggle or golf-glove covered hands to grab a handful.  One guy had a
golf club with him and used it to reach out and lift Cori's skirt in the
back while she brought a milk shake to the man at the table next to him. 
He lifted it high, showing off her bare ass - then her pussy as she lifted
her leg to accept payment.

   When they were done, Cori took all of the money out of her leg warmer
and threw it in Robin's tip jar.  "You earned that more than I did," she
said.  She walked away before Robin could protest.

   Robin returned to the table to find Hildebrand, the manager, talking
with Miles and the others.  "Look, I like this as much as you do," he was
saying, pointing at Cori's tits.  "But I told you before we started this, I
can't have you parading her around her naked."

   "She's not," Miles protested.  "See, her tits are covered."

   "I know what they're covered with," Hildebrand said.  "Plus, I can see
her ass and cunt every time she moves.  Look, you want to fuck her behind
the greens or whatever, go for it.  But there are too many important people
who come here who could shut me down if they felt like it.  I need to be on
the good side of local government and they need to be on the good side of
the people.  If people find out they are members at a golf course where
women are paraded around naked, I'll be the fall guy.  Put a top on her,
please, and pull that skirt down a little."

   "All right," Miles said.  "Sorry about that."

   "Don't worry about it," Hildebrand said, looking at Cori again.  "No
offense, honey.  You're gorgeous.  Damn, you're gorgeous."

   "Thanks," Cori said, pulling her skirt down to where it normally would
be worn.  It was still quite short, but no longer would her pussy be bared
without her bending over.  "No problem." Then to the guys she said, "Hey,
do you mind if I wash the sand off before I put a top on?  It doesn't hurt
now, but that sand rubbing around under that jacket would be pretty rough."

   "Sure," Miles said.  "We'll help you.  There's a water hazard on 10,
right Hildebrand?"

   "Yes," he said.  "Look, if that's where you want to wash her off, just
do it quick, all right."

   "You got it," Miles said.  They got up and left the clubhouse, quickly
teeing off on the 10th hole and making their way down to the green and the
small pond that sat next to it.

   "Take off your leg warmers," Miles said.  "Soak them in the water and
use them as a washcloth to wipe off your tits."

   Cori didn't need to be told to bend over at the waist to roll down her
leg warmers.  When she had them rolled all the way down to the ground, she
nimbly stepped out of them, balancing on one leg, not even losing her
balance when she felt a hand - Miles' as it turned out - caressing her ass.


   She continued to be bent over at the waist while she soaked the leg
warmers in the warm pond water.  Miles took advantage of the opportunity to
stand behind her and pose while Sam took pictures.  Miles lifted Cori's
skirt, proudly displaying her ass like a model showing off a new car on a
game show.  Then he knelt down next to her and pressed a bright, white new
golf ball against her pussy lips, sticking it in just far enough that she
could hold it there while Sam took pictures.  Miles removed the ball and
pushed the shaft of his golf club between her pussy lips, sliding it back
and forth across her clit while the camera snapped away.  The leg warmers
had long been soaked before Miles finally stepped away and the impromptu
photo shoot was over.

   Cori stood up and Sam and Victor stepped up, taking the wet leg warmers
out of her hands.

   "We'll take care of this," Victor smiled.  He manned her left breast
while Sam took the right.  First, they both squeezed the excess water out
of the leg warmers, letting it spill over her breasts, immediately washing
away much of the sand.  Then, gently but with enough firmness to scrub off
the particularly sticky spots, they held and rubbed her breasts, wiping
away sand and cum.

   Cori couldn't help but respond to the feel of the soft cloth rubbing
over her breasts, her nipples responding to the gentle strokes and
occasional tugs and tweaks.  Cori had always had sensitive breasts, and the
attention the guys had paid them throughout the course of the outing was
getting to her.  She wouldn't have complained if they had cut the outing
short and one of them took her back to his room for a long, slow fuck. 
Yes, she thought that would feel really good right about now.  But, of
course, they had all recently gotten off.  They were in play mode, gearing
up for their next go-round.  She had to remind herself that it might be a
while before she got a chance to cum - if she got one at all.  If all they
wanted was blowjobs the rest of the night - always a distinct possibility -
she'd be out of luck most likely.

   The stimulation continued when Miles dried her off using a soft
terry-cloth golf towel and then put the nipple rings and connecting chain
back in.  Victor held her nipples steady while Miles put the rings in, then
gave both nipples a lick and suck.  Her nipples were achingly hard now and
the guys were taking notice.

   "Damn," Victor said, "your nipples are always great, but they're
unbelievable right now.  They look like they're about to pop."

   "They feel like it," Cori mock pouted, sticking out her bottom lip. 
"You guys are driving them crazy."

   "Well, no reason to stop now," Victor said, resuming the nipple play
while Miles and Sam finished the hole.  Victor sucked and licked on her
nipples, pinching whichever one his mouth wasn't on.  He tugged on the
rings and pulled the chain up and down and side to side, twisting and
bending her nipples in all directions.  Cori whimpered but it was obviously
a cry of happiness and frustration, not pain.  When it was Victor's turn to
finish, Sam and Miles took up the cause, each gently pushing her breasts
from the sides, slapping them into each other.

   Miles then grabbed the chain and led her to the next tee.  He was
gentle, but the tug still extended her already rock-hard nipples even more.
She felt the twinge of pleasure mixed with just an ounce of sweet pain
shoot from her nipples as if it was a jolt of electricity running from one
nipple to the other across that gold chain, the rings acting as
superconductors to multiply the experience.  She felt her pussy growing
warmer and her clit was hinting that it would like some attention.

   Before Sam put his tee into the ground, he held it up against Cori's
nipple, which was still distended by Miles' pull.  "Look at that - almost
the same length.  Fuck, we should tee off on those instead."

   They all looked at each other, the thought striking them at the same
time.  Maybe there was a way they could do just that.  Sam used a pocket
knife to strip off a thin piece - barely wider than a thread - of the golf
towel.  They had Cori lay down on her back and Miles held her left breast
steady while Sam placed the stem of the tee alongside Cori's nipple, then
used the thread to tie them together, almost like a splint.  With the stem
alongside her nipple instead of on top of it, the small head of the tee
rested on the end of her nipple.

   "Hold your breast real still and squeeze it tight," Miles said.  Cori
did so, growing more and more nervous by the second.  This seemed very
dangerous and quite possibly very painful.  Plus, it didn't seem like they
had planned this one in advance, so she was questioning their judgment. 
They had already drank a few beers and were no doubt high on testosterone
and adrenaline at this point.  Could they be sure they wouldn't hurt her?
She knew one thing, she was going to hold her breast very still.

   Miles bent over her and gently placed his golf ball on the tee attached
to her nipple.  Sam was taking pictures again and Victor was reminding
Miles to be very careful.  "Let's not drive for show on this one, fellas.
Nice, easy, controlled swings, OK?  I still got a full day tomorrow and I
don't want her out of commission."

   "No problem," Miles smiled.  "Don't worry, Cori.  We wouldn't hurt you
for the world.  Just hold still.  If I miss, I'll miss high, I promise."

   Miss?  Cori felt only slightly better.  Miles stood over her now,
testing his stance as he straddled her head, making sure he wasn't stepping
on her hair as he slowly wagged the club back and forth in small practice
swings, measuring the distance, making sure he could hit the ball without
hitting her.

   Finally, he drew back slowly and took a half-power swing, making sure
his contact was true as he hit the ball cleanly off the tee.  She felt a
quick tug as the club just barely scraped across the top of the tee.

   "How was that?" Miles asked her, at least some genuine concern in his
voice.

   "Fine," Cori smiled.  "I have to tell you, I was a little worried.  You
guys try stuff I would never think of."

   "It's all fun - as long as no one gets hurt," Victor said.  "You're a
good sport."

   Sam shot next, clipping just a bit more of the tee, but not enough to
cause more than a moment's discomfort.  Victor was overly cautious and
topped his shot, sending reverberations down through her breast and making
it jiggle as the ball dribbled meekly down the fairway.

   "That was great," Miles said, removing the tee from her nipple.  "Let's
see that during the Masters next year."

   "Master-baters, you mean," Sam laughed.

   They let Cori take the hole off as she put her jacket back on, unzipping
it to the catch so that her cleavage and the gold chain were still quite
visible.

   Miles was spending more and more time fondling her now, obviously
warming up for a night of sexual adventures and Cori was starting to look
forward to it too, hoping for a chance to cum.  But the problem was, his
golf game was suffering and Victor and Miles tied the score through 15
holes.  Miles needs to focus so we can win, Cori thought, but she could see
in his eyes that he was thinking about something besides golf now.

   "Since the tit tee off went so well," he said, "what do you guys say we
flip her over?  I don't know about you, but I'd sure like to hit that ass."

   "I like the way you think," Sam nodded.

   They had Cori lay down on her belly this time, actually resting on her
elbows and knees, her ass sticking high in the air.  They flipped her skirt
up so it rested in the small of her back.  Miles put a tee between her ass
cheeks, near the top of her crack.  "Squeeze your ass real tight," he said.
She did and he flipped the tee with his finger.  It barely moved.

   "Look at that ass," he said.  "Damn, that is one tight, firm ass, babe.
You must really hit the gym, huh?"

   "I try," she said.

   "Well, just remember how hard your squeezing now when I'm inside you
tonight," Miles said.  "I want to feel the same thing."

   "That tee's about the same size as your dick," Sam joked.

   "Got it good and tight?" Miles asked Cori as he set the ball on the tee.


   "I think so."

   "OK, here goes." Miles took a practice swing, testing the height of the
ball.  With her ass so high in the air, the ball was setting around knee
height, much higher than a normal tee shot.  When he was comfortable with
his swing, he drew back and took almost a full swing, driving the ball off
her ass.  It sliced badly into the trees, but he didn't see it.  He never
took his eyes off her ass.  He knew at least once tonight, he was going to
own that thing.

   He stepped aside and Sam stepped.  Feeling a little more comfortable
now, Cori wiggled her ass invitingly.  "You want to hit this, too?" she
asked playfully.

   "Already did, remember?" Sam laughed.

   "Ooh, yeah, how could I forget!" Cori squealed, wiggling her ass some
more.

   Sam took a little extra time setting his ball on the tee, squeezing and
rubbing her ass, tapping her cheek to admire the tightness of her body.  He
was totally distracted by the time he shot and his shot veered off badly
into the trees, but took a wild ricochet and landed just in front of the
green.

   Victor knelt down behind Cori, admiring her pussy and noting that it was
moist - probably a mixture of sweat and some of her own juices produced by
the various stimuli of the day.  He rubbed her pussy gently, parting the
soft lips and then sliding his golf ball up and down her juicy slit.

   "I haven't hit a straight shot all day," he said.  "They say spitballs
make a baseball go crazy directions.  Let's see what hot pussy juice does
to a golf ball.  Couldn't make it any worse."

   He placed the wet ball on the tee, noting the way her juices glistened
off the surface of the pristinely white ball.  He couldn't wait to coat his
own balls in those juices again.  Thinking of that, he smacked the ball
hard.  It went straight down the fairway, but the thick juice coating the
ball made it skid as it landed, taking a crazy hop sideways into the
sandtrap.  They took the tee out of Cori's ass and proceeded toward the
green.  When Victor found his ball, he held it up for all to see.  Much
like the cum on her tits earlier, her own viscous fluids had caused the
sand to stick to the ball, coating it.  He chucked it into the woods and
dropped a clean ball for his next shot.

   Miles missed an easy putt and suddenly he and Cori were behind.  He
hooked another drive and missed two more easy putts.  Cori hit one, but by
the end of the round, she and Miles trailed by two strokes.  Cori didn't
realize Miles had lost the bet on purpose and was disappointed for him. 
She had wanted him to win, especially this being his day with her.  Plus,
she knew he was extremely competitive, so she felt responsible for making
him lose - and buy dinner for everyone.  He could afford it, of course, but
she knew how guys were.  It was about pride and bragging rights and all
that macho stuff.  Miles wouldn't like the other guys making fun of him
during dinner.  She told herself she'd have to make it up to him by being
extra fun and flirty during dinner and that much more enthusiastic in bed
later.  No problem there, she mused to herself, I'm so horny I won't have
to do much acting to make I him think I want to be fucked.

   They went into the clubhouse, Victor and Sam high-fiving each other
while Miles consoled himself by putting his arm around Cori's waist,
resting his hand below her skirt, directly on her ass cheek.  He tugged
Cori's zipper up half way, making sure that her nipples weren't exposed,
though her cleavage certainly was.  Hildebrand was waiting for them as they
came in and quickly escorted them into a private dining room.

   "Please, have a seat and enjoy your meal," he smiled, not taking his
eyes off Cori's chest.  "I'll have Cameron bring you out some drinks."

   He started to walk away, then stopped as he reached the door, "Oh, as
you know, this dining area is completely private.  You may, uh, do as you
please in here."

   "Thank you, William," Miles nodded.  "Please come back and join us for
dessert if you have time."

   "I just might," Hildebrand grinned.

   Before Cori could even sit down, Miles was pulling her jacket off and
throwing it onto a love seat.  The room was much smaller than the public
area, but still had room for two tables, each seating six, and there was
also a leather love seat, couch and a mini-bar with four stools.  It was
quiet, dark and private.

   Miles pulled Cori's chair out for her and pushed it in, watching her
tits bounce as she hopped up to let him push her in closer to the table. 
He looked around for the silverware, but didn't see it.  He hoped they
hadn't forgotten his special request.

   They all sat down and Heather appeared moments later.  She was a petite
girl with small breasts, but the kind of body that definitely appealed to
an ass and leg man.  Her butt was small and tight and her legs seemed very
long and slender for such a short girl.  She wasn't a hard-bodied, toned,
athletic type like Cori, but she had a cute face, the great lower body and
just enough curves to catch a man's eye.

   "Hi, I'm Heather," she said.  Obviously, she had been prepped for the
occasion and didn't even do a double take at the sight of Cori's naked
breasts with gold nipple rings connected by that small gold chain.  "May I
bring you something to drink?"

   They all ordered drinks and Miles added, "Could you also go ahead and
bring out our silverware?"

   "Of course," Heather said.  "Mr.  Hildebrand mentioned that you would be
wanting it.  I'll bring it right out."

   She walked away and Cori noticed that all of the guys watched her ass as
she left the room.  Hell, even with her sitting right there, topless, they
still looked.  Guys just couldn't help themselves, could they?

   Heather returned moments later with their drinks and silverware.  One of
the napkins had a red band wrapped around it and she handed this one to
Miles.  "I believe this is the special set you requested, sir."

   Miles thanked her and unwrapped the silverware.  He hadn't even told
Victor and Sam about his plan, but when he held up the knife, fork and
spoon, they began to get an idea.  Cori, on the other hand, didn't
understand.  Why did each of the handles have a hole in them?  And why were
there short silver chains attached to each?  She found quickly, as Miles
unclipped the gold chain between her nipples and replaced it with the
silverware.  He clipped the knife and spoon to her left breast and the fork
to her right.  There was ample slack in the chain for the utensils to rest
comfortably on the table, only providing a slight tug down on her nipples.

   "Brilliant," Sam nodded to Miles.

   "I have to eat like this?" Cori asked.  She wasn't mad, just surprised.
What wouldn't these guys think of next?  She'd never had her nipples teased
in so many ways before.  This was definitely a new one.

   "Yep," Miles said.  "And, Cori, please be sure you order some soup, a
salad and some kind of meat.  You need to use all of the utensils, my
dear."

   "Of course," Cori giggled, holding up the silverware and shaking her
head.  She put the fork to her mouth, testing the distance.  The chain was
too short to reach her mouth without her either bending her head or pulling
up on her nipple.  She bent her head, but Miles quickly admonished her.

   "Head up, back straight at all times," he said.  "If anything moves, it
better be your nipples."

   Cori laughed again and tried it, feeling the pull on her nipple as she
put the empty fork into her mouth.  She looked down at her breast, seeing
the end of her breast turned up, her nipple pulled up and back.  She had
sucked her own nipples plenty of times before, hoisting her breast into her
mouth.  But this, well, this was totally different.  This was a more
drastic pull on her nipples than the boat or golf swing either one had
been. Because of the potential for injury, the guys had left a little more
slack on those occasions.  But this time, there was no slack between her
nipple and her mouth.  A very big meal was going to be sweet torture for
those hardened buds.  Cori didn't know how much more they could take, but
she was anxious to find out.  As long as it didn't cross over from
stimulation to pain, she could and would handle it.

   She ordered grilled chicken with pasta, a salad and cup of soup. 
Heather brought the soup first, setting it down in front of Cori.  "Ah, a
little further away," Miles said.  Heather moved it a few inches from Cori
until the spoon would just barely reach the cup - and then only if she
pulled hard enough on the chain to distend her breast and stretch her
nipple to its fullest length.

   "Pefect," Miles said, his gaze unwavering as he watched her eat the
soup, slowly taking one spoonful at a time.  Her left nipple would first
stretch way out to reach the cup, then snap back only to be pulled up to
her mouth.  Out and up, out and up, over and over her nipple was stretched
and pulled.  Cori could practically hear a personal trainer screaming in
her ear, "Out!  Up!  Out!  Up!  Come on, 20 more reps!  Feel the burn! 
Out! Up"

   Well, there wasn't really a burn, but there was a distinct,
uncomfortable tingle in her left nipple, it's sensitive nerve endings
getting so overmatched that they went from hypersensitive to almost numb
now.  That was until she dropped a bit of the soup on her breast.  It
wasn't hot enough to burn, but it was hot enough to get her attention. 
Miles, to his credit, quickly wiped it off with a napkin and Victor held an
ice cube to the reddened area, rubbing it all over her breast and nipple
until it had melted and the redness had dissipated.

   "Better?" he asked.

   "Yes, much," Cori laughed.  "Thanks.  I guess I'm not used to eating
with my left hand."

   She finished the soup without further incident, but the salad came next.
At least this was with her right hand and there was no danger of burning
her tits.  She did drop some ranch dressing on her right nipple and Miles
commented that it looked a lot like the load of sperm that had adorned that
same breast only a couple hours ago.  He lifted her breast to her mouth and
she licked it off, her breast tingling at the feeling of her own tongue on
her nipple.  She shifted in her seat.  She felt hot and moist and was sure
that she was going to leave a mark on the leather seat.

   Hildebrand came back and sat at the table with them as the main course
was brought out.  Heather brought him a steak and he joined the others in
watching Cori tackle the difficult task of cutting the chicken, both
nipples extended to their fullest as the cut with the knife in her left
hand and held the chicken down with the fork in her right.  The pasta was
equally challenging, as Miles insisted she twirl it on her fork.  The
twirling motion twisted her right nipple, adding torque to the steady pull.
It didn't hurt much because she stopped every time she sensed that she was
about to pass into the pain area, but the discomfort and stimulation was
unending.  Her nipples were puffy, red and ached from the near-constant
teasing and tormenting they had taken today.  None of it had been violent
or painful, but the constant attention was taking its toll.  Her clit
throbbed and she now not only wanted release, but needed it.  She needed to
cum so bad to relieve the pressure in her clit and nipples.  She didn't
know if it would help, but she felt her clit and nipples were swollen and
raw and about to pop.

   She felt this way inside, but outwardly, she maintained her composure.
Oh, sure, they could tell she was feeling some effects, but they had no
idea just how much she was feeling it.

   Dessert was a dish of ice cream and Cori couldn't believe her sense of
relief when Miles told her she didn't have to keep using the silverware
attached to her nipples.  He removed all three pieces and re-attached the
gold chain connecting her nipples.  Cori reach for the spoon to eat the ice
cream, but Miles stopped her.  "Use these," he said, gently flicking her
nipples.  "They're looking a little red and swollen.  The cold might do
them some good."

   Cori shook her head, laughing again.  Oh my god, these guys were
determined to drive her crazy.  She knew the cold wouldn't help at all.  It
was only going to make her nipples harder, more sensitive, her horniness
growing to levels she had seldom reached.  But again, she was calm as she
dipped her right nipple into the soft, cool ice cream.  It was vanilla and
the white dessert looked fantastic against her dark skin as she raised her
breast to her mouth and sucked the ice cream off, remnants clinging to her
lips and chin, in no way a subtle reminder to the guys of how their cum
looked on her face.

   She looked at Hildebrand and was surprised to see that he was rubbing
his crotch.  She had this effect on guys before, of course, but she didn't
expect it from the manager of such a prestigious club, a man who seemed so
calm and professional.  He wasn't even trying to hide it and, she noted, he
had reason to be proud.  His bulge was sizable.  Uncharacteristically for
her, she felt an urge to see it.  To lick it.  To make it so hard that it
feel like a piece of steel inside her pussy and she would ride it for hours
while she came over and over again, finally getting the release she needed.


   Miles interrupted her brief fantasy by reminding her to use both breasts
to eat her ice cream.  She continued on, looking each of the men in the eye
as she did so, knowing they liked that eye contact as they imagined her
sucking them off the way she was slurping the ice cream off her tits.

   When she got to the bottom and only a little of the melted ice cream lay
pooled in the bottom of the cup, Miles dumped it on her tits.  "Don't
forget your milk, little kitten," Miles said, and she lapped up the last
drops, letting out a playful "purr" at the end.

   "Our little kitten likes like it could use some petting," Sam teased.

   Heather brought out the check and handed it to Miles.  He looked at it
and then handed it to Cori.  "I'll take care of mine and Sam's," he said.
"You take care of yours and Victor's, OK?"

   "What ... I don't have any...?" Cori sputtered.  "I don't have any
money. I didn't realize ... I'm sorry ..  where would I put it?"

   "Well, now, that's a fair question," Hildebrand said, leaning back, idly
rubbing his crotch.  "Here, she made all that money on the milk shakes
earlier and gave it all away.  No good deed..."

   "Indeed," Miles said.  "Well, I suppose I could cover for you, but it's
not hardly sporting.  I mean, you lost as much as I did.  I already paid
for your milk shake and your golf and now I have to pay for two more meals?
Just another gold digger, huh?"

   Cori knew he wasn't serious, but he was acting serious, which told her
that she needed to play along.  Obviously they had something up their
sleeve for how she was going to pay.  And the way Hildebrand was rubbing
his crotch through his pants, she had a feeling she knew how.  Well, it
wouldn't be the first time a girl had paid for a meal with a blowjob.  Or,
maybe if she was lucky, he'd fuck her and she could cum too.

   "No, I'm not a gold digger," Cori said, frowning.  "I'm so sorry.  Can't
I prove it to you by paying another way?"

   "Like how?" Miles asked, smiling now that he knew she understood her
role.

   "I don't know.  Maybe I can wash some dishes or wait on some tables or
something," she said.

   "Nope, got plenty of staff tonight to take care of all that," Hildebrand
said.  "Plus, I only pay minimum wage so people can work off tips.  You'd
have to work a lot of hours to pay for all of this."

   "Yeah, well, there must be something I can do to cover the cost of these
meals," Cori said.  She stood up and walked over to Hildebrand, dropping to
her knees in front of him.  "Please, I'm begging you."

   "Well," he smiled, "there is something you could do for me...."

   "What, I'll do anything," Cori said.

   "It's true, she'll do anything," Sam crowed.

   "All right," Hildebrand said.  "Well, I think a nice bit of around the
world action would probably pay for a meal."

   "Around the world?" Cori played dumb.

   "Yes, around the world," Hildebrand said.  "My cock in your ass, your
pussy and your mouth - not necessarily in that order.  You might not know
the name, but I'm sure you've played that game many times."

   "Yes, I have," Cori smiled up at him.  "But you said one meal.  What
about the other?"

   "We put out a brochure to try to attract some high-end clients,"
Hildebrand said.  "We customize our literature for each client, trying to
sell them on what they like - beautiful course, high-end restaurant,
luxury, etc.  And some, as you might imagine, are particularly fond of our
beer girls and servers."

   "They are beautiful girls," Cori said.  She didn't realize Heather was
behind her and heard the compliment.

   "Well, many of our girls prefer a bit of anonymity for one reason or
another," Hildebrand continued.  "Maybe they ran away from home or dropped
out of school and don't want their parents to know.  Or maybe they had an
abusive boyfriend.  Or maybe they do a little illicit business on the side
with some of our customers.  I don't know of any specific examples, of
course, or I'd have them fired, but I've heard enough rumors to know it
happens.

   "Regardless of the reason, it's tricky to include their photos in our
promos to these particular clients.  You, on the other hand, clearly have
no qualms about anonymity.  So, if you would perhaps model our uniforms and
take a few pictures that we could use in our brochures, that would be fair
trade value for another meal."

   Cori thought for just a second, then agreed.

   "Excellent," Hildebrand said, unzipping his trousers and pulling out the
hard cock he had been rubbing for the past 15 minutes.  It was an
impressive dick, Cori admitted, looking to be at least seven inches long -
probably closer to eight - and looked thick and meaty.

   "Here?  Now?" Cori asked.

   "You ate here and now.  Your check is here and now.  The time to pay is
here and now."

   "Of course, Cori said.  She moved forward between his legs and took his
cock into her mouth.  He leaned back in his chair, looking down, watching
her lips slid up and down his shaft while her tongue encircled his head and
glided along the underside of his cock.  He watched her cheeks hollow as
she sucked hard and he looked into her eyes as she stared up at him and
deep-throated him.  He put his hands on the back of her head, making sure
she stayed there for a while, impressed that he heard no gagging or
choking, felt no attempts to back off.  She was firmly in position, all of
his cock stuffed into her mouth and throat, and apparently was willing to
stay there as long as he wanted her to.  He had an urge to pinch her nose
and cut off her air - not to be cruel, but just to see how long she could
keep this up.  He'd had plenty of deep throat blowjobs before, but never a
girl who swallowed him this effortlessly.  Shit, what an amazing feeling.
What an amazing girl.  He wanted to cum right then and there and make her
swallow his load while Miles, Victor and Sam watched.

   Hildebrand was glad to see Heather had stuck around for the show too. 
The little blonde slut had a great ass.  Maybe now that she saw how hung he
was, she'd make a bid for a promotion some evening after work.  Damn, he
hoped so.  He never made his girls have sex with him, but had gladly
drilled every single one of them who had ever made the first move.  Heather
would be a nice addition to his pussy collection if she was willing.  But
that was for another day.  Right now, one of the hottest sluts he'd ever
seen was giving him the blowjob of his life.  And he was about to be dumb
enough to tell her to stop.  In his game of around the world, he had barely
left the country.  It was time to head south, where it was even warmer,
wetter and stickier.

   He pushed her away, stood up and had her lay across the arms of his
chair.  With her heels still on and her legs as straight as she could them,
her ass and pussy were about waist high.  He had to bend his knees just a
bit, but any discomfort was well worth it as he calmly spread her thighs
and slid his cock into her juicy cunt.

   "Now you're talking," Sam encouraged him.  "That was a mighty fine meal.
Get your money's worth out of her, pal."

   "Hey, I just thought of something," Miles said.  "What about tip? 
Heather did a great job.  What do you say, Heather, want to have your pussy
licked?"

   Heather was taken aback at first, but watching Cori throughout the
dinner and then watching her suck and fuck with Hildebrand had gotten her
considerably aroused.  Plus, the sight of Hildebrand's thick cock had been
a welcome surprise.  "Are you sure she doesn't mind?" Heather asked.

   "No, I don't mind at all," Cori grunted as Hildebrand pounded into her
pussy.  She was already on the verge of orgasm.  She was going to cum as
fast as a high school boy on his first date.  She never came that quickly,
but then again, she'd had 18 holes of unconventional but highly effective
foreplay.  She was primed and ready.  And, though other girls didn't turn
her on, she saw no reason not to share the joy with the beautiful waitress.
"This feels so ... uh ... good ... uh ... you deserve to ... uh ...
cummmmm!!!  ... too!"

   Cori came on the word cum and felt the pure pleasure of a long-awaited
release course through her.  It so powerful, she must have blacked out for
a minute, because when she regained her senses, things had changed.  Now,
Hildebrand's cock was imbedded in her ass and Heather had taken up the
offer and had her legs spread wide, her warm, pink pussy under Cori's nose.
Cori looked up and realized that Heather was laying back on one of the
tables and Cori's chair had been pushed up to the table.  Hildebrand had a
good hold on Cori's hair, holding her head up to Heather's pussy level.

   "Lick that cunt, bitch," Hildebrand growled.  He had clearly crossed
over from horny professional to horny wildman, a sure sign that she was in
for a hard ass-fuck.  Cori knew that when guys changed tone like that, they
were giving in to their natural instincts.  There was no more gentlemen. 
There was no more putting on a show for the others.  It was just big, hard
cock taking control of tight, hot ass.  Hot, hard, relentless fucking at
its best.

   Cori buried her face in Heather's sweet cunt, filling her mouth with her
pussy lips as she lapped up and down her slit.  Meanwhile, Hildebrand began
his onslaught, slamming hard in and out of her ass, driving her forward,
then yanking her back, pulling just enough on her hair to remind her to
move with him.  Cori was still reeling from the orgasm and the
overstimulation continued, cock and pussy filling her thoughts and senses.
They were all she smelled, tasted, heard, saw and felt.  And, at the
moment, cock and pussy were all she cared about, too.

   Hardly an experienced pussy-licker, Cori was nonetheless confident she
was doing a good job on Heather's snatch.  Partly because she knew what she
herself liked, partly because she knew she had good oral skills and mostly
because Heather was moaning and groaning and squirming as Cori brought her
closer and closer to orgasm.

   Meanwhile, Hildebrand had thoroughly staked his claim to her asshole,
given a good pounding and stretching and could take no more.  He pulled
out, hurriedly walked around next to Cori and offered his cock to her mouth
once more.  She pulled away from Heather long enough to suck his cock for a
minute, well aware of where it had just been, then watched as he fired his
load onto Heather's smooth pussy and flat stomach.  She knew before he said
it that she would be asked to eat it off the girl.

   So, the guys took great delight when Cori began lapping at the fresh
load, licking it up and swallowing it.  All without being told.  What a cum
slut they had here!

   It took Heather only a few more minutes to get off too, sitting up and
kissing Cori on the mouth when they were done.  Five cameras captured the
image.

   They gave Cori a minute to recover and drink a glass of water. 
"Heather, do you have an extra uniform here," Hildebrand asked the
waitress, who had re-dressed.

   "Yes, sir."

   "Good," Hildebrand said.  "Get it for Cori to wear in the photo shoot,
please.  And let Mr.  Banner know we're ready."

   "But my uniform is too small for her," Heather said, looking at her
small, perky tits and petite body, then at Cori's.

   "No matter," Hildebrand said.  "A little cleavage will be good
advertising."

   "Who's Mr.  Banner?" Miles asked.  He was loving this, but he was also
anxious to get Cori back to his room for the rest of the night.

   "The photographer," Hildebrand said.  "I had him come out earlier today
to get some pictures of Cori for my own personal enjoyment.  I thought
there might a chance for some future photo opportunities, so I asked him to
stick around."

   "We never saw him on the course," Miles said.

   "No, he has some extremely high-powered lenses," Hildebrand said.  "He
was able to get many shots from a distance where you certainly could have
seen him, but likely would not have noticed him.  I assure you, none of
your faces will be recognizable in any of the photographs.  Anyway, he's
waiting for us outside.  As soon as Cori puts on the uniform, we can take a
few pictures and you can be on your way."

   "Sounds good," Miles said.

   Heather returned with a hot pink version of the uniform.  She removed
her nipple rings and chain first, then pulled on the thin cotton tank top
with the course logo on top.  As Heather had predicted, it was far too
small for Cori and her tits did indeed squeeze together and spill out
through the deep neck opening.  Heather's name was on the back, but they
could Photoshop that out if they needed to.  The pink athletic shorts
looked good, showing lots of leg and forming nicely to her ass.  But Miles
had a suggestion.

   "The uniform requires a thong, correct?" he asked.

   "Yes, you're right," Hildebrand said.  "Heather, do you have a thong
Cori can wear."

   Heather retrieved a black thong from her locker.  Cori put it on and
they had her roll down the tops of her shorts to that the top "whale tail"
of the thong was quite visible.  The hot pink and black contrasted nicely,
both showing up well against her darkly tanned skin.

   The uniform also called for tennis shoes, but everyone agree that Cori
in heels was definitely the way to go.

   Refreshed and feeling good after her thunderous orgasm, Cori was in
great spirits, gladly playing and teasing and posing for the guys.  They
had her pose on the tee, leaning on a golf club, her tits hanging down, her
legs straight, her ass high and tight.  They had her get on all fours and
act like she was lining up a putt.  They had her kissing a golf ball, as if
for good luck.  It would be a very sexy brochure, indeed, and a highly
successful one if sent to the right patrons.  But Hildebrand would have to
keep it discreet - if anyone in local government got a hold of it, he could
be in trouble.

   When the shoot was over, Cori gave the clothes back to Heather and put
her own little skirt and jacket back on.  She gave hugs and kisses to
Hildebrand and Heather and left with Miles.  This time, they rode with Sam
and Victor in Sam's car, rather than flash another cab full of tourists.

   Cori found out why Miles was in such a hurry to get back.  As soon as
they walked in the door to his suite, he ripped off her jacket and skirt
and threw her on the bed.  He was naked an instant later, pounding into her
pussy with the pent up passion of a man who had gone days or weeks without
sex - not one who had gotten off twice already in the same day.  But
watching her eat with those chains on her tits and then fuck and suck with
Hildebrand and Heather had made Miles extremely horny.  The photo shoot
just delayed the inevitable, which was that he was going to bang her hard
as soon as they got back.

   That's what he did, drilling her pussy as he pinned her legs over her
shoulders and drove into her with all his weight and momentum.  "You liked
that big cock in you earlier, didn't you?" he taunted.  "You liked eating
that sweet cunt, too.  And you just love prancing around and showing off
your tits, don't you slut?"

   "Yes, yes," Cori panted, trying to withstand the power of his thrusts
and keep from cracking her head on the padded headboard.  She felt the
power of his hips as he surged into her over and over.  "Yes, I loved it
all.  Oooh, yes, hard, just like that.  Make me cream."

   "Maybe later," Miles grunted.  "My turn now, slut." He pulled out of her
and flipped her on her stomach, lifting her on her hands and knees.  He
remembered how he had told himself earlier that he was going to own her ass
tonight.  Well, it was time to take ownership.  He spread her ass cheeks
and pressed his cock against her puckered hole until it opened, allowing
entrance to yet another thick piece of cock meat.  This one was
particularly hard and ready and Miles wasted little time in giving her ass
the same ravishing he had put to her pussy.

   She rocked forward with his powerful thrusts, looking up too late and
hitting her forehead on the headboard.  It hurt dully, but the padding had
taken the worst out of the blow.  No matter, even if she had been knocked
unconscious she didn't think he'd stop right now.  And she didn't blame
him. She had been equally, uncontrollably horny just a little while
earlier.

   Like hers had been, his orgasm came in a powerful wave of lust and
electricity, manifested by several bolts of sticky white cream that he
blasted across her ass and back.  As they lay there, Cori looked at the
clock for the first time in hours, surprised to see that it was nearly 10
p.m.  With Miles' permission, she took a hot bath, washing away the days'
remnants of sweat, cum, pussy juice, grass, sand, tanning lotion, ice cream
and the like.  It was incredible the number of different things her hard
little body could become exposed to in a day's time.  Was there anything
that wasn't attracted to her body?  Cori laughed the vain thought off.  She
knew better.  She wasn't the vain, conceited type.  Sure, she realized she
was attractive and guys liked her, but she also knew that part of it was
how she dressed, how she presented herself.  There were a lot of women who
were as attractive or more so than she, and there were others who dared to
bare skin the way she did.  It was her combination of the two - beauty and
willingness to show it off - that separated her from many.  She was neither
proud nor ashamed of that fact.  It was just the way she was and the
circumstances she had gotten herself into.

   Her thoughts were interrupted when Miles came into the bathroom, naked
and stepped into the tube, straddling her.  Without a word, he gave her his
cock and she sucked it willingly, lapping at his balls, coating the
underside of his cock with her tongue and letting him slap it gently
against her face.  He came again, his load this time diminished to a few
small bursts of creamy white cum that he sprayed into her hair.  He put his
cock back into her mouth until she had licked the last drops out, then
stepped out, dried off his feet and told her to come to bed naked.

   Cori finished her bath, not bothering to wash the cum out of her hair.
There was still some in there from the golf game earlier today, too.  She'd
wash it out in the morning when she took a shower.  She got out and put on
lotion and walked back into the bedroom.  Miles was in bed, naked, already
asleep.  She lay down next to him and was soon asleep herself.

   She wasn't surprised when he woke her up at 3 a.m., spreading her legs
and fucking her for about 10 minutes before shooting inside her and rolling
back over and going to sleep.  He woke her up again at 6:30, tapping his
cock against her cheek until she woke up and gave him the cock-swallowing
blowjob every man deserves first thing in the morning.  She swallowed it
all, then got dressed and went back to her suite.  She took a hot shower,
taking extra time on her hair, then check her messages as she got ready for
the day, putting on more lotion, a little makeup and brushing her teeth.

   Victor was on the machine, and he had instructions for her.