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 Janice Chapter 1

   By Storyteller J

   Janice stood, towel in hand, gazing at her reflection in the mirror. 
Moving the towel to one side, she looked closely at her naked body.  She
needed the money, she thought, but...  could she really do this?  Her
outfit for the evening was hanging on the chair next to John's desk.  With
a quick worried look, she checked the office door to make sure it was
locked, not that it mattered, she sighed; after all she had agreed to do
the job.  Part of her had been having misgivings ever since she had
accepted the job.  Another part of her was secretly looking forward to the
evening.  I mean, what the hell, She knew before she had agreed to take the
job that it wasn't the kind of job a girl would want to tell her mother
about.  After all, even a stag party doesn't pay a cocktail waitress
$1200.00 for one nights work.  She needed the money and that is all that
this was all about...wasn't it.  She moved over and picked up the small
outfit she had been asked to wear.

   She was 24 years old, single mother, with a three year old, a junior in
college, a week behind on her rent, and with in days of having her car
repossessed, what a mess.  It seemed like she was always short of money. 
She had been working as a bartender or waitress for weddings and parties
for the last several years.  The money wasn't bad; but it just wasn't
enough to pay the bills.

   She and a friend, named Anna, who like Janice was young, single and also
had money problems, had discussed their difficulties on many occasions. 
Anna had recently started working some stag parties and Janice had watched
her friend's financial picture improve dramatically.  Anna wasn't getting
rich but at least she could pay her bills and there was a little left over.
Anna had suggested several times that she should work stag parties, and
even introduced her to her boss, John Le Nore.  John was better known for
his topless bar, but also owned the business that Anna sometimes worked for
catering private parties, mainly stag parties.  She felt like he was a bit
of a shady character and had always said no when either Anna or John had
asked her to work, until tonight.  If fact, as her money situation became
more desperate, she had finally called John.  She asked if he had a party
she could work and told him her situation.  He sounded pleased that she had
called and made an appointment to meet with her..

   The Sons of Iowa Social Hall was a 9,000 square foot private club used
mainly by John for booking his private parties.  The club was on 130 acres
of land a few miles east of El Cajon on highway 94.  It was set way back,
out of site from the road and there were no other buildings in sight. 
Janice parked next to the only 2 cars in the front lot and walked to the
entrance.  It wasn't fancy, but it was clean.  The parking lot was black
topped with parking lights and painted parking stripes, much like a
supermarket.  A gated one-lane road circled the building to another smaller
parking lot without lights or striping in the back.  From there the road
continued on around the building to the other side and back to the front
lot and another gate.  She tried the front door, it was open and stepped
in, pausing by the door she looked around.  There was no one in sight.  The
entry hall was 12 x 24 with a large hostess table that looked more or less
fixed in place, at the far end of the room.  Large, open farmland, pictures
hung on the wall to the left and a series of windows lined the wall to the
right.  A double doorway to the left of the hostess table led to a large
open room with a stage, dance floor, and dinning area.  On the other side
of the room, a doorway led to a separate bar.  Along the back wall, of the
room, there was a small kitchen area, two restrooms, and John's office.

   John came out of his office to greet her, "Janice, back here!" he
called. She walked quickly crossing the room to his office. "Come on in,
sit down" he said pointing at a chair.  "Would you like some coffee or
anything?"

   "No" she replied trying to hide the nervous quiver in her voice.

   "Well I'm glad you called, you're an attractive girl, and I think you
will do well." "You do know that this will be a stag party, and that there
will be, most likely, some nudity." John said looking her questioningly.

   "Yes"

   "You've thought about this and you're Ok with it, then?" he asked
looking at her, to gage her reaction.

   "Yes" she said not wanting to betray her doubts.

   "You don't have a husband or boy friend would object to you working
here, do you?"

   "No, no husband and no boy friend "

   "You every done anything like this before?" he asked " No, not really,
but I'll be alright."

   He looked thoughtfully "What does, not really mean?"

   "Nothing...  I mean I've stripped for a boy friend a couple of
times...but nothing professional"

   "Oh, well," he said dismissively "let me tell you what we have to offer
then.  I know you said you needed 3 to 4 thousand, by Monday, but I'm not
sure that is possible, but here is what I have." He said watching her
intently.  "We Have a Party for 75 people Friday night, with a bar and
appetizers set up here in the dining area and we will need 2 people here to
serve the drinks and keep the food replenished.  They will get $100 each
plus tips.  We also will need 4 Stage Strippers, they get $250 each plus
tips, if they stay on the stage, and an extra $300 each, for anyone that
works the floor"

   Janice could feel her hopes diminish as he spoke.  She felt sick to her
stomach, she had counted on this, but he wasn't talking the money she
needed.

   "As you can see these jobs pay well but they don't come close to paying
what you said you needed."

   " I guess you're right, I was hoping I could do better." Janice said,
her head drooping "I'll have to think of something else, but thank you."
She was surprised to feel a level of disappointment that had nothing to do
with money.

   "What will you do?"

   "I don't know," she shook her head "but something, I need the money"

   "Well..." he seemed to hesitate "I don't know if you would be interested
or even if you could do it but..."

   "What?" she inquired a feeling a ray of hope return.

   "Well there is one other thing.  There will be a second private party,
in the bar for a few select people.  The door to the bar will be locked. 
The room will be rented to them, but we will not be involved.  The girls we
put in the bar will be working for them; and the money for the girls will
be on the bar in an envelope when she arrives .  The girls will have the
key to the exit door.  What happens in that room will be up to them, if the
party members leaves happy, there will be more work, of a similar nature.
If they don't leave happy, then we will re-negotiate the fee for the night.
Only the man paying for the party and a few friends that he will personally
invite will be allowed in.  We have agreed that this number will not exceed
a total of 15 people, that's what they have paid for.  They will come and
go, though the exit door to the back parking lot, which the girls will
open. They want a private place to talk some business without being seen or
interrupted and they want a special level of service.  I was going to put 2
girls, one bartender and one cocktail server, in there at $1500 each plus
tips."

   "For 15 people?" Janice's eyes picked up "Special Level of Service?"

   "Well, it's not really spelled out," John said watching her closely "
but basically what they want is that there servers be dressed in skimpy
outfits, they what to verbally spar with the girls and they want the
freedom to get a little touchy feely.  That means that ever time you walk
to a table you are probably going to have guys, making comments, ogling
your tits and grabbing your ass and you are going to have to deal with
this, with out pissing them off."

   Janice thought about that for a minute, she needed the money but could
she deal the comments, the looks, and the hands.  $1500 was better, but it
still wasn't half of what she needed.  She had never dealt with the locker
room side of the male world before, could she do it?  She felt some fear
and trepidation, but there also was a certain excitement, at the prospect
of dealing with a group of men on such a sexual basis, maybe. 'Do you think
one girl could do it for $3000"

   "I don't know," John said looking at her for a moment, not really
surprised, knowing the level of her desperation.  "Stand up" She stood and
felt a twinge go thru her, anticipating what he would be asking next.  He
looked at her hard, undressing her with his eyes.  "Turn around slowly" She
turned slowly feeling his eyes as they roamed over her scrutinizing her
body from head to toe. "Drop your blouse and skirt, you can keep the bra
and panties."

   She lowered her eyes, slowly ever so slowly her hands timidly moved to
the buttons on her blouse, the age-old good self, bad self-argument was
raging in the back of her mind, but her body didn't seem to be listening.
Lifting her eyes and focusing them on a spot behind John, she took a breath
and began to repeat, I can do this, I can do this, to herself as she undid
the buttons of her blouse, hesitating for a second and then lightly
shrugged her shoulders, dropping the blouse to the floor, before she could
chickened out.  The skirt followed, slipping down past her hips and
floating to the floor with her blouse.  Janice step forward away from the
pile of clothes, her mind racing, she was wearing as much she would wear on
the beach, a beige bra with matching thong panties, but she felt naked.  A
warm lightheaded tingling sensation was flashing through her.  She fought
to maintain a cool detached attitude.  Her eyes giving her a way, betraying
her as they nervously shifted from the spot on the wall to John and back
again, looking for any sign of his reaction.  She was surprised at the
coolness in his expression.  His eyes swept over her with a detached
professional look that reminded her of Arnold at the pawnshop, when he
examined the ring she had hocked yesterday.

   John wasn't bad looking, although she had never would have thought of
him as being her type.  In fact she had never, until now, thought of him in
a sexual way, but his detachment bothered her.  Instinctively she stood a
little straighter and turned, giving him a profile view, and then without
even being aware of it she arched her back to accentuate her ass and
inhaled expanding her breasts, as her nipples grew hard, extending,
thrusting out against the sheer lace of her seamless bra.

   John liked the way she stood, tall and elegant, in her underwear.  She
was scared, but she was proud.  Her blue gray eyes sparkled, her long
blonde hair hanging in long thick waves down to her shoulder blades.  Her
tits were nice, 36 C's he thought to himself.  Her firm waist and hips, he
decided were almost perfect.  "Nice ass" he said absently: "drop your bra."

   Janice froze, the question was becoming very real now, could she really
work almost naked in front of a bunch of men.  John noticed her hesitation"
If you can't show your tits to me...what's going to happen Friday night if
and when some guy cops a feel?"

   She new he was right, if she was going to do this, she had to change. 
She had to get bolder, to rid herself of her feeling of humiliation and
discomfort at being naked in front of others.  Reaching up and grasping the
clasp between her breasts she unhooked and whipped her bra away in one
motion.  She tried to boldly look him in the eye, as he stared at her
breast and nipples.

   She didn't like the cool reaction he displayed.  She was very
uncomfortable standing almost naked before him while looked her over like
some item of merchandise.  Without thinking, she slowly moved closer to
him, never taking her eyes from his.  Still no reaction on his part, damn
him!  She was finding it increasingly difficult to stand before him with no
sign of desire or approval coming from his eyes.  What was he thinking?

   Several moments pasted his eyes still lingering her and then she took
his hand and placed it on her breast, it felt good.  His eyes flickered,
his reserve slipping, and then he inhaled, his hand gently closing to grip
her breast, kneading it momentarily and then his fingers contracted slowly
across the surface of her breast until they were pinching her nipple and
stretching it, twisting, and tugging at it.  She saw with satisfaction the
flames of lust in his eyes.  Victory at last some measure of approval.

   Her breathing was quick and shallow, her eyes at half-mast, and she
began to weave slightly on her feet.  Her breast was stretched, extended
and distorting as he continued to pull on it.  Janice steadily eased her
shoulder back from him as he pulled on her nipple increasing the strain on
her breast and nipple and the electric feeling surging up from her pussey..
.  He let his hand drop from her tit, stepping back, he stammered "ah, I
think we better keep this on a business level...  for both of us" he added
almost apologetically.  " You can get dressed now"

   Wow!  She thought as she tried to gather herself, She was surprised and
stunned to realize that she had actually taken his hand and placed it on
her breast I never would have thought that I could do something that.  She
could still feel the intense heat in her breasts and cheeks.  That was
incredible; I never thought that I would like it so...  rough...  like
that..

   John fought to maintain his cool approach, but it was to late, she had
won that round, she knew it and so did he.  Turning to pickup her clothes
her eyes dropped to his crotch and she saw the outline of his cock pushing
against the fabric of his trousers.  With her back turned she resisted the
urge to shove a fist in the air and shout YES!

   John blinked several times, trying to shake the memory of her erect
nipple between his fingers.  It had been some time since he had been
affected so strongly by a young girl.  He thought the business he was in
had deadened him to such feelings, but here he stood feeling like some high
school kid.  He waited while she dressed, with his back turned, and tried
to recover his self-control.

   $3000 is a lot for one girl, I might be able to sell it for...  say
$2500 plus tips." His face thoughtful and showing no personal interest in
her.

   She was surprised at his quick recovery and her reaction him She didn't
quite understand why, but something in her felt offended "If you get them
to agree to $2500, I will do it." She all but whispered

   "Well if you think you want to and can do it"

   "I think I proved I can and I will" she said looking him in the eye "
You copped a feel...right" "Yes well...  you know," he said, "for that kind
of money they will have expectations"

   "What?  I don't have to fuck'um do I" she said surprised at her
boldness.

   "No and if you did, I wouldn't want to know about it.  What you do in
that room, on that night, is your business, but they do want a video tape
of the evening."

   "What?" she stammered, "I thought they wanted privacy."

   "Hey!  they are paying a lot of money; if they want it, they get it. 
Maybe they want it for something to remember and maybe they want it for
something else.  That's their business.  Besides, a video offers you some
protection too; after all, they are not going to get to far out of line
knowing they are being filmed.  Think about it!" he indignantly.

   "I guess you are right...  OK" she conceded "but who is going to do the
filming"

   "We have 4 mounted cameras that cover the room and they want the right
to bring in one of their own camera for close ups.  We have a kid in, La
Mesa that will edit all the tapes into one finished video and then destroy,
all the out takes.  They will have to pick up their copy of the video at my
office before four o'clock the next day or it will be destroyed also"

   "OK"

   "Ok then, if this is settled, I'll see you Saturday night then at 9
o'clock."

   "Ah...what should I wear?"

   "We will have a costume for you, Stop by Hilltop Tailoring for a
fitting, when you leave here.  I will call to let them know to expect in 10
to 15 minutes.  It will be here, for you, Friday night," he said.

   As she reached the door he called to her " Oh, by the way shave your
pussey and anything else that may need it."

   Janice swallowed hard "My pussey?'

   'Yes um!  I told you the costumes would be skimpy"

   "OK...  well I guess...  I'll see ya then." Janice said again turning to
leave.  For the first time since had arrived she became aware that there
were other people in the building.  She saw two men working on the staging
lighting, watching her as she left.  She could tell they had heard at least
the last part of the conversation between her and John.  She felt the heat
rise as she blushed, wondering what they thought.  Looking straight ahead,
she walked briskly to her car.

   The appointment with the tailor went smoothly.  An oriental lady, the
shop owner, gave her a costume and asked her step into the changing room,
remove everything except her panties, put on the costume and return for
marking.  The costume was a one piece dress, buttoned in the front, fairly
low cut, Sleeveless, with a short mini skirt, hanging only 4 or five inches
below her crotch.  Oh well she thought it could have been worse.  The
material was heavy stretch type used in ski pants.  The girl made several
quick marks here and there with a marker and stood back looking at it
intently as if to visualize the finished product.  Then she moved back in
for a couple more marks around her under arms and under her breast. 
Stepping back she smiled "That should do it"

   Janice arrived at the social hall just before 9 pm, she was nervous; she
didn't know what to expect for sure, whether the guys would like her or if
she could handle herself in the manner that they expected.  What did they
expect?  She had nagging thoughts on what they might be expecting since her
interview with John, but had dismissed her suspicions as nonsense, after
all this was a public place.  Besides she had not agreed to do anything
more then to wear a skimpy costume, put up with some comments and possibly
let them play a little grab ass if they were fast enough.  Was it going to
be just a business meeting with her as a sexual after thought, she
wondered, or would she be the center of attention in a heated evening of
sexual skirmishing.  Over the last couple nights she had become aware that
there was apart of her that was excited at the prospect of having a group
of men view her as a sexually object.  What ever had happened to woman's
lib?  She giggled, her mind racing, Was she to be an ornament to decorate
the table, or the main entree?  She started toward the entrance.  "Looks
like the parties in full swing" she murmured as she looked around.  The
parking was about a third full.

   John met her in the hallway; he had been sitting at a table across from
his office.  The Music was loud and a bunch of guys were watching a girl
dance on stage, She must have just started her number.  Janice thought she
almost fully dressed.  John rose to meet her.

   "Nervous?" he asked as she approached.

   She thought about trying to put on a brave front, but gave up the idea.
"Yes, I not sure what to expect."

   "From what I've seen, I think you will do just find" John said smiling
at her encouragingly.  "If you do find it's to much for you to handle by
yourself, there is a intercom behind the bar, just call anytime before
11:30 and we will get you a helper, after that your on your own.  Your
friend Anna will be working on stage tonight and has volunteered to stick
around and help you if you need her.

   "Thank you, but I think I will be alright, at least once I get going.  I
just have to get over the jitters.  Once I get past the skimpy costume and
start serving drinks I will be fine." She smiled bravely, surprised to hear
that Anna was stripping.

   "Ok" he said pointing to the office " You can change in there.  Your
costume is on the back of a chair and there is a mirror, if you need it, on
the back of the door.  When your dressed, unlock the office door, but go
into the bar thru the other door in the office it will let you in right
behind the bar.  Look around and make yourself comfortable with the room, I
will be over shortly to show around and help you find anything that you
haven't be able to find.  This is the office door key, and this one will
open the back door so your customers can come in.  Your customers will be
wearing red nametags like this" he said holding up for her to see..  Don't
let anyone in without a nametag."

   Janice nodded and took the keys and headed for the office.  John watched
her walk to the office, his eye on the way her hips moved.  He was thinking
of her standing so proudly in his office, in just her panties, and the way
her tit had felt and those nipples.  Cut it out, your acting like a silly
schoolboy, John thought to himself.  He thought of her costume waiting for
her in the office, as silly as it seemed, he found himself eagerly
anticipating the chance to see her in it.

   Janice closed the office door locking it She looked at the mirror on the
door it was full length.  In a corner against the wall behind his desk
there was a hand sink and small hidden medicine cabinet with shaving
implements and aftershave.  Looks like John used the area to shave, she
thought to herself, wondering why that mattered to her, but it did.

   The costume was on the chair in front of his desk, it was light beige.
She looked around the office.  It was a nice looking room with dark
paneling, a 6'rosewood desk with a leather office chair behind it and two
straight back wood chairs with upholstered seats in front.  The wall behind
the desk had both base and wall cabinets stretching along most of the wall.
The door to the bar he had told her to use was in the corner.  She walked
over and unlocked the door looking in, there was a white envelope lying on
the bar just a few feet away.  She started to reach for it and stopped. 
Later she thought it's time to get dressed.

   Walking back to the mirror, she unbuttoned her blouse, laying it over
the other chair.  She unfastened her bra and put it with the blouse.  Next
she stepped out of her slacks.  She looked at her self in the mirror. 
"Well girl what are you getting yourself into?" She asked softy.  She ran a
hand up her sides to her under arms.  Oops!  She thought your getting a
little sweaty their girl, and you showered less than an hour ago.  I think
your nerves are showing.  Walking to the sink she found a towel hanging
next to it.  I hope he doesn't mind my using his towel, she thought, and
washed her under arms.  She held the up the towel and smelled it before
drying herself.  She could smell him.  She shuddered.  "Oh god girl, your
getting horney." She whispered to herself.

   She stood looking at herself in the mirror, wondering if this was a
mistake or not, but not knowing what else she could do.  Finally she turned
a picked up her costume.  She almost shrieked when she saw it.  "Oh my
god!" she said " I can't wear this." She stood looking at it.  Turned it
around, she sipped her arms in and started to button it.  It was to tight;
it was almost two inches to small.  She looked at it, and then tugged on
it, and it stretched, she had forgotten that they were using a stretchable
material.  She tried again and buttoned one button at the waist, she
reached for the next button up and buttoned it.  That was it!  No more
buttons "Goddamn!" she muttered.  One button an inch and a half below her
navel and one an inch and a half above her navel that's all there was
holding it together.  I fit her around the waist and chest like a second
skin.  The stretch material cut just below the underside of her breasts,
which then jutted tantalizingly out over the heavier material.  Her breasts
were held in place by a panel of sheer nylon stocking material, which
incased each breast much like nude pantyhose fit a woman's leg.  She was
totally exposed.  Well her breasts were totally exposed.  She stood looking
at her nipples watching them swell and extend, protruding like to small
fingertips pointing out through the material encasing them..  The material
was skin toned and so sheer it was as though she was wearing nothing over
her breast.  She could see the little bumps in her areola and the small
creases in her aroused nipples.  She stood looking in awe, she couldn't
help being impressed with the workmanship.  It fit to perfection, but it
was so brazen, in your face, here I am sexually.  There no way she could
wear it.  She walked around the room nervously trying to think what she
would tell John.  That's when she noticed that the skirt was completely
open in the front.  It was a wrap around shirt with no over hang.  The
skirt came together held perfectly in place by the two buttons at her
navel. It fell from there with both ends of the skirt perfectly aligned,
touching together, just barely, from button to hem.  And the hem was
shorter than the one in the tailoring shop.  This one wasn't more that 2
inches below her crotch.  My God!  She exclaimed again, turning to look at
her back in the mirror.

   "Well at least it covers my ass, well at least it does as long as I'm
standing up straight it." She mumbled

   "Ah shit," she said looking around frantically.  " There's no pants for
this thing.  Am I supposed to wear this with out...oh fuck!...hmh...yeah...
most likely!  I'm supposed to wear this fuck me dress and entertain 15
guys...  shit they are going wear this little girl out." She sat down on
one of the straight back chairs, trying to think of what she was going to
do.  The Hem was weighted lightly just enough to make it hang right, and
the front vent was stiffen ever so slightly with some sort of facing
material which seemed to keep it hanging straight without being overly
stiff.  But when she walked the material would swing exposing her, how
exposed would depend on how fast she was moving.  She sat shaking her head.
What was she to do, she slowly looked over at herself in the mirror and
quickly slammed her legs back together.  Standing up, she quickly decided
this was definitely not a dress to sit in.  It was a great out fit to wear
for a lover but not for a bunch of strange men.  She had visions of being
ravished by 15 men, which she quickly pushed away.

   "If I call John and tell him I can't wear this, he will just send Anna
in to do it.

   No, that won't work" she thought, "This outfit won't fit Anna.

   No he said he would send her in to help if I needed, She thought.  He
must have a costume around here somewhere for her, or he wouldn't send her
in.  She started poking through the cabinets, it didn't long and she found
another costume just like hers folded on a shelf.  So obviously he wasn't
taking any chances, if she cried uncle he would just send in Anna and she
would be out the money.

   "Damn girl, you get into more messes."

   It wasn't like she was a virgin; she hadn't been one since she was
thirteen.  She wasn't a prude, after all she had fucked almost every man
she had ever gone with, she thought to herself.

   The first time she had see her ex with his new girl she had picked up a
guy in a bar and fucked him in an alley behind the bar.  But that was about
as wild as she had ever been and really to be honest she hadn't gone out
with that many guys.  She had slept with 6 to be exact, not counting the
guy in the alley.  Still, she thought of herself as being "a Good Girl" Not
the Type of girl who would entertain a room of 15 men with Tits hanging out
and in a short skirt and no panties.  My God.

   "Well girl, I guess, times are a changin'," she said.  "I'm here, I need
the money, I'm going to have to do it, and so, I might as well try to have
some fun with it.  Yeah, hah, hah, what a bunch of BS"

   Standing in front of the mirror she looked herself in the eye "Well
girl, you pull it off?  If you do, you will get yourself out of one jam,
but can you stay out of trouble after that?  I guess we'll find out.  It's
not going to get any better thinking about it.  Lets do it." She said
heading to the bar.

   When she stepped into the bar she pickup the envelope and counted the
money, $2500 in cash.  Now where was she going to put it, after going thru
all this, she sure didn't to lose it.  She had left her purse in the car
and her clothes on the chair in the office.  She looked around she spotted
a small empty plastic jar and put the money in it, shoving it to the back
behind some other items on a shelf under the bar.  Then she began to check
the bar set up.

   She had been working for close to half an hour getting ice, cutting
lemons, a few limes and such when John came in the room.  She had almost
forgotten her outfit until she saw his eyes staring at he breast as he
approached.  " Oh shit " she muttered half turning away, before stopping
and facing him.

   His eyes lifted for a moment " A little jittery are we he smiled" his
eyes dropping back to breasts.

   "Jittery..  Hell I feel Naked!"

   "Well for all practical purposes you are." He laughed

   "Very funny" she tried to ignore his eyes on her

   "I like" he said fidgeting slightly " You have great nipples"

   Embarrassed she looked down and saw that her nipples were hard as rock "
Gee, what does a girl say to something like that...  Thank you...  I guess"
she said and stared back at him.  "I didn't find any panties to go with
this outfit."

   "I know.  Well it looks like you are finding your way around OK, any
questions?" He asked doing his best to look unaffected by her.

   "I won't be able to bend over without showing my ass and pussy!" she
fussed, not willing to let him ignore her discomfort.

   "The guys will appreciate it" He quipped, "My advice is don't bend over
unless you need to, or unless...  you want to."

   "Smart ass!"

   He chuckled.  She was beginning to feel annoyed by his attitude of
indifference again.  She wasn't sure what kind of reaction she wanted from
him.  During the interview, when he was feeling her nipple, he had been
ready to throw her on his desk and have his way with her.  Is that what she
wanted?  Janice wasn't sure but she knew that if she was going to be on
display for him, she definitely wanted to have more impact then this.  "Do
you have the keys for the back bar."

   "No we won't be using our liquor, they have their own, one of the guys
will deliver it to you shortly.  It's there booze, this is not our party,
and we just rented the room.  Your working tonight form them and whatever
happens is between to you and them."

   "OK" what about mixers?"

   "He should have what they said they needed, there will only be twelve to
fifteen guys so it won't be hard to work from bottles." he smiled.

   "No except for working naked, it will be a piece of cake." She said
straight-faced

   The door open and Carl came in with three boxes stacked on a handcart.
Janice turned quickly to the back bar, busing her self with a bar towel.

   "Where would you like these?" he asked.  John stood quietly waiting for
her to answer him.  She gave him a dirty look, seeing that he had no
intention of helping her out.

   "Set them next to the end of the bar and I will get them," She stammered

   "Ok but I need you to check them in and sign for the stuff." Carl said
as he plop the boxes down on the floor at the end of the bar.

   "John will sign for it."

   "No, I can't do that, Carl is from the liquor store down the way,
Remember this has nothing to do with my operation here, this is their thing
and you represent them.  You will have to check the order in and sign for
it." John grinned knowing full well that she had been trying to avoid
facing the young man.  "It's prepaid isn't it Carl." John asked moving to
one of the tables, he sat down facing the bar.

   "Yes it is." The youth declared as he put two bottles on the bar, ready
to check them in with Janice.

   She had lost her case and she knew, as she turned and looked at John
with his shit-eating grin and she stuck her tongue out.  John grinned back
at her.

   Carl was stacking bottles on the bar, from the first box, when he looked
up, Janice saw the shocked look on his face and watched him fumble one of
the bottles.  She caught it just as it rolled off the edge of the bar.  She
giggled liking the affect she was having on him and found herself hoping
John had notice too.  "You almost dropped one." she said it setting it back
nonchalantly on the bar.  His eyes were glue to breasts now, she looked
down and saw that her nipples were standing fully erect demanding there
share of attention, He was young, maybe 19 or 20 Janice guessed.  She found
his nervousness exciting.

   "Sorry..." he stammered taking a quick breath.  He reached to retrieve
the bottle Janice had replaced on the bar and in the process knocked his
paper work off the bar on to the floor; he quickly moved to pick it up. 
Janice found she was enjoying his reaction, better than she had John's,
even if John had paid her some compliments.  She felt a certain sense of
power watching the young man fumble about.  He continued to do his job,
while timidly seeking peaks at her tits.  What would he do, she wondered if
he knew she wasn't wearing any pants?  A smile played across her lips as
she thought about what his reaction might be.  John had not shown any
interest in that area.  She was surprised he had not checked to make sure
complied with his instructions; I guess he figured he would know soon
enough.

   As they worked to finish the check in, he couldn't keep his eyes from
straying back to breast.  Finishing the first two liquor boxes she moved
around to the far side of the bar so she could see the mixers and other
items in the third box, still on the floor.  Carl had squatted down and was
reading off the bottles in the box as She checked them off the invoice. 
She saw his face at crotch level, not more than a foot away, as he looked
up she reached across the to get something and unable resisted a smile when
she heard him fall over against the bar.

   Taking a small step, she spread her leg slightly, she felt delightfully
wicked.  Her vaginal lips open and clit extended in excitement, she felt
the coolness of the air between her legs.

   "Are you all right?" she asked looking down at him as he lay on the
floor against the bar

   "Yes I just bump my head." he said, barely audible, his eyes firmly
fixed on her pussy.

   "Well ok then thank you" she said waiting for him to have a good look.
Then she moved back behind the bar and signed his invoice.

   She was on fire; She was astonished at her behavior, she had never felt
so much power as woman.  A few more minutes and he would have actually been
drooling and so would she.  I better get a grip she thought to herself or
it going to be open season on Janice tonight.

   John chuckled after Carl had left.  " For a girl who was so upset a few
minutes ago, you seem to be adjusting just fine." He said with a wicked
grin.

   She looked at him and smiled sheepishly " I guess even this job can have
its moments"

   "I think you are going to be just fine." John said starting for the
door. " Oh I talked to Mike, he said the main party would probably continue
for another hour or two but that he and his group would be moving back here
in about 15 minutes, They'll knock on the door when they get here." John
turned to go.

   'Ok" Janice said

   John stopped at the door and looked back just in time to see Janice bend
over, with her feet spread, to pick the last box up off the floor.  "God
dang!" he muttered to himself as looked at her bare ass and pussy.  "I
don't know what so special about that girl, I'm surrounded by cunt and ass
all day long.  What is it about her that gets me so excited." He said to
himself running his hand down his pant leg trying to sooth his ridged cock.

   This might not be so bad after all Janice thought, I kind of enjoyed
teasing that kid and I sure liked it when John missed a step on the way
out, bet he thinks about that image for a while.

   She had just finished putting the last bottles in order on the back bar
and was looking around the room when she heard the knocking.

   "It's Party time!" Janice said walking over to the door.  Standing
partly behind the door as she opened it she checked for nametags of the
first 5 or 6 guys coming thru the door.  "Good evening Gentlemen my name is
Janice and it will be my pleasure to be your server this evening."

   Hello, hiya they greeted her as they came thru the door and went their
way.  She returned to the bar.

   "Can I get you anything to drink?"

   "I'll have a Stoli on the rocks"

   "Make it two" came another reply

   "Chivas and water"

   "I'll have Gin and Tonic and a Grand Marnier in a shifter for Mike he
should be here momentarily."

   "Jack Daniels straight up"

   "And I'll have a Gentleman Jack and water" was the last

   "Ok Gentleman, be right there" as she hurriedly prepared the drinks.

   She assembled the drinks on a bar tray and walked slowly to the table.
She was waiting for there reaction.  Nobody had noticed her yet; only her
head had been visible around the door, as they had entered.  She didn't
have long to wait.  Approaching the table one of the guys looked up and
choked out "Ah...  wow!  Now that's the way I like 'em.  Hey Charlie look
at the hooters on this chick."

   She was self-conscious as they all turned to look at once, but felt a
certain element of excitement at the same time.  She was pleased that they
liked her hooters.  She tried to keep from smiling at their looks and at
the various comments.  She moved up closer to the table to set the drinks
in place.

   "I believe you had the Stolis she said setting them down in front of the
two guys to her left and then setting the other drinks down where they
went. Almost immediately the fumbling began for money to tip her.  The last
one to tip was sitting across the table from her and held a ten-dollar bill
up short-armed so she would have to reach for it, thus giving everyone a
better look at her tits as she leaned out over the table.  She knew what he
was up to and smiled as she leaned forward to take the bill.  Mike came
into the room as she was reaching for it and had a good look at her ass. 
Hearing his footsteps, she started to turn, as she straightened, Mike was
already there.

   "Hi, I'm Mike the Grand Marnier" he said dropping a five on her tray.

   "Thank you, Mike the Grand Marnier " she said returning to the bar.

   Wow!  She thought 7 drinks and she had $40 on her tray already, 6 fives
and a ten.  If this was any indication she was going to do all right
tonight.  A few minutes later 3 more came in and she got their drinks. 
Over the next ten minutes the others all came in.  She counted heads as
served the last arriving men their drinks.  15 right on the button, so far
so good, everyone was behaving, they had all had a good look at her breast
and no one had yet coped a feel.  She didn't really expect that to last,
and a part of her really didn't want it to either.  Somewhere inside a
voice was trying to warn her, afraid of what might happen once they started
with the roaming hands.  She ignored her premonitions of fear.  She was
actually starting to enjoy the feel of appreciative eyes on her breasts. 
No one had noticed her naked pussy or her ass yet.  A part of her was
eagerly awaiting the discovery, and part of her was worried about being
naked and alone with 15 men.  Her excitement and anticipation was
definitely getting out of hand.

   Now that everyone had their drinks the focus of their attention had
shifted from her to the business they had come to discuss.  Over the next
hour she watched and waited, occasionally someone would push an empty glass
towards the edge of the table and she would make another drink and bring it
to the table returning with the empty.  She was beginning to get bored and
wondered if anyone really found her to be all interesting.

   Earlier she had been afraid of what might happen, to her, wearing such a
revealing outfit, but now she found she was more worried that nothing would
happen.  She wasn't sure which would be worse, it would be terrible, if her
worse fears were to happen, but if after putting herself on display like
this, if nothing did happened, could she live with that?

   Mike stood up from the table and walked over to her.  "Can I get you
something?" She asked. "Yes I think we are bout ready to relax for a while,
would you bring us all another round." "Certainly, I'll be right over with
them" she smiled at him He walk over to the Jukebox put in a Five-dollar
bill and started picking songs. She made the drinks, and carried them to
the table on a large tray. She approached the table with the tray elevated
to clear the shoulders of her guest and began setting the drinks down. 
This time the tips were ready and waiting, and as she reached to take them
one of the guys cupped her left breast in his hand and squeezed gently. 
She hesitated for just a second.  She knew that everyone had seen him
feeling her up, but nobody had said anything or even snickered.

   Without saying a word she straightened stepped back and moved over one
position on the table to resumed reaching for the tips.  Wondering as she
did if anyone else would grope her.  She only had three tips left to
retrieve when another hand reached up and began to massage her right
breast. She looked at him, and he looked back in her as he innocently
continued playing with her breast.  God he's brazen she thought and reached
for another tip, taking it she step back from the table and the hand that
had been massaging her breast.

   "Don't forget my tip" the short-armed fellow from earlier said.  "

   "No, I won't" she smiled moving over to another position at the table to
reach for it.  Again the arm was short and she had to reach across the
table to get the bill.  Grasping the bill she was surprised as a hand slide
between her legs and rub her clit.  She stopped and looked back.  Mike
smiled at her.  Damn!  she had forgotten about him back there picking
music. He handed her another five and continued to play with her clit as
she moved back against him.

   "And don't forget mine" he said with a smirk

   "Thank you " she mumbled as she moved away

   "My pleasure, believe me." He said letting his fingers gently slide from
her as she moved a way from him.  He watched, as she appeared to shiver
walking back to the safety of the bar.

   She was breathing faster and harder as she returned to the bar.  "Well
the cats out of the bag now." She thought to herself as she reached the
safety of the bar.  She stood leaning on the glass washer.  Her knees were
so week she had barely made it back, she wondered if anyone knew that she
had had an orgasm on the way back to the bar.  She kept busy behind the
bar, washing glasses, for a few minutes wondering if Mike would tell
everyone that she wasn't wearing any pants or if he would keep it as his
own dirty little secret.  Her hand was trembling; her leg twitched and
there was juice, from her pussy, running down her leg.  She grabbed a bar
towel and quickly wiped herself.  She knew that she was an exhibitionist,
but she had always kept it contained.  She and her ex had played around
some; she always blamed him for talking her into doing the things they did.
But she knew she loved doing it, and would have done most of it herself if
she hadn't been afraid.  She was thinking of how they use to flash
truckers. She remembered how she had let him talk her into it, They were
driving on the highway coming back from El Centro, He had asked her lay
down on the front seat with her head in his lap, she had taken her panties
off for him, and he asked her to put her left leg on the floor, pressing
her knee against the dashboard, and to place her right foot on the seat,
raising her knee up and pressing it against the back of the seat, and they
waited for a truck to pass them on the right.  When it did, he had told she
was to pull skirt up and let the driver see her pussy.  She had protested
at first, but was secretly excited at the idea.  She froze when the first
one went by.  She was so excited by the idea of a strange man looking at
her pussy, she could hardly breathe, she had been over come with excitement
and sat there paralyzed watching him drive by unable lifted her skirt.  The
next time as a truck approached he had her pull her skirt up early and wait
until he had passed before he let her lowered it.  She had been so excited
she hadn't able to look, turning her head away at the last second.  She had
to ask her husband if the trucker had seen her.

   "Oh yes he saw you," he had replied "in fact he didn't pass us he took a
good look and then backed off, he's coming again get ready."

   She lifted her skirt again, promising herself she would look the driver
in the eye this time, but hid her face again.  It took five or six tries
before she was able to looked a driver in the eye as he stare at her pussy.
She was so worked up she turned her head into her husbands lap and with her
hand firmly pressed between her legs she convulsed into the most earth
shattering orgasm she had ever experienced.

   She remembered one guy driving along side, for several miles, watching
her.  The heat rising from her pussy as he continued to watch her became so
intense she was sure her pussy must have been glowing as bright as a
flashlight.  He was a big burly looking fellow.  She got so excited as he
looked at her she could hardly breathe.  Finally he made a big O with one
hand and pushed 3 fingers in and out in a fucking motion, she had caught
her breathe and stuck a couple fingers in herself and started pumping them
in and out as she watched him.  He hit the air horn stuck his tongue out
with a fast licking motion, as if he was eating her.  She climaxed right in
front of him.  He watched as she climaxed, and flashed her a big OK with
his fingers, as her convulsion subsided.  It was all she could do to keep
from asking Bob to pull over so she could fuck that driver.  She fantasized
about him for months afterwards.

   She looked up with a start, but no one was empty, she had to stop
thinking these thought.  This was the wrong night to be carried away with
sexual fansty.  Stay calm and do your job.  There are 15 guys here; if you
do one, it's going to turn into one big gangbang.  You don't want that. 
Just get the job done she told herself and then if you can't control
yourself, you can do what you have been threatening to do for months, go to
a bar and get laid.

   "Janice, do have any snacks over there?" Mike called.  "Yeah, they sent
some Party mix.  I'll bring it right over.  She grabbed the bag opening it
and poured it into a black plastic bowl.  She walked over to the table and
as she handed the bowl to Mike a hand slip in thru the front vent of her
skirt and stroke her clit, which by now was fully erect. She swallowed "You
guys are making it very hard for me to do my job." She said looking the
offender in the eye. "You are making us very hard also." Mike said with a
husky voice.  Her offending gentleman was still massaging her.  She looked
back at Mike, he was watching her She finally moved a way and returned to
the bar.  I need a drink she thought.  She poured herself a Grand Marnier,
a double, and took a sip.  I don't know why I'm so horny tonight, I have
never been this far out of control before, she thought taking another sip.

   'What do you like to hear?" Mike asked heading back to the jukebox

   "I really am not familiar with that juke box.  I don't know."

   "Well come over here and help me pick some songs."

   Taking a deep breath she tossed down her drink and went over to joined
him at jukebox "How about this one?" he asked

   "It's ok"

   "I noticed that you drink Grand Marnier too," he said

   'Oh I'm sorry I know that it's your booze, I'll be glad to pay you for
my drink." She apologized.

   "No, no I don't care about that, I was going to offer you this one" he
said holding the snifter in his hand out to her "Its a fresh one, I haven't
drank from it.  I still a have a full on the table."

   "Oh thank you," she said taking the drink, and then spotting a song she
liked " I like that one there." she said pointing at it.  He punched the
numbers.

   She watched as he flipped thru the pages on the jukebox, "How about this
one?" he asked

   "I'm sorry I not really a fan of his music." She said placing a hand up
near the top, and leaning in for a better look at the selections.  They had
flipped thru a couple more pages making two more selections, when she felt
his hand on her ass.  Janice froze in place; she knew when she came over
with him that it was bound to happen, but what she still hadn't decided
what should she do?  She should tell to keep his hands to himself, but she
didn't know if she really wanted to do that.  She took another sip of Grand
Marnier, remembering what John had said "Hey!  they are paying a lot of
money; if they want it, they get it." Is this what he was talking about? 
She asked herself.

   John continued to talk music while stroking her ass gently thru her
costume.  She liked the way his hand felt, but this was the wrong time and
place.  She was still trying to decide how to handle his advances when
suddenly she realized he had moved his hand under her skirt was now
massaging her naked ass.  She swallowed, blinked, and took a breath but
still didn't say anything.  Oh God, she said to herself, do I really want
to do this.  She remained silent, while he took more and more liberties. 
She drained her drink.  She felt him slide his finger between her legs and
find her wet spot, and god but she was wet, he stroked it several times,
she moved, impulsively, slightly spreading her legs and bending just enough
to give him better access.  She shuddered as he insert his finger deep up
into her cunt.  She was warm all over and getting warmer.  Slowly he slid
first one and then two fingers in and out of her sopping cunt.  She gripped
the top of the jukebox with both hands and dropped her head as she felt the
approaching climax.  Reflected in the glass front of the jukebox, she could
see the others watching.  She watched them and felt Mike's other hand move
to one of her tits and he began to massage it and pinch the nipple.  See
looked up at Mike, he was looking at the other guys smiling.  He unbuttoned
her only two buttons.  Oh god what was she doing, she ask her self.  She
made week attempt to push his hand away.  But "no not yet" he whispered in
to ear and turned her slowly and gently herded her towards a near by table.
She heard the sound of his zipper and knew was taking his cock out.  God
was she really going to let him fuck her in front of everyone.  She knew
she should stop this, But.  She felt him moving into position.  She stopped
thinking, giving up all pretenses, she gave into the moment.  She just
wanted, he pulled her costume off, she leaned forward over the table
placing both hands flat to brace herself, spread her legs and waited.  She
lifted her eyes to look at the others and saw their lustful looks as they
watched her.  She watched them as Mike mounted her.  He placed his cock up
against her tunnel and entered her, in front of god and everybody.  Her
eyes widened as he entered, telegraphing to the others the moment Mike had
possessed her.  He stroked in and out of her.  She threw back her head
began to moan softly as he fucked her, stretching the walls of her cunt,
and drive deep into her.  "Oh god, do it...  fuck me, fuck me hard." She
moaned.

   Mike pushed his cock deep into her cunt and held it there feeling her
squeeze him.

   "You really are a hot one aren't you?  You sure you want me to do this,"
he whispered in her ear

   "Oh god yes, do it...  please fuck me, fuck me hard."

   "Ok" and he start moving his member in and out, shoving it up into her
hard, banging her with a resounding slapping sound as the bodies came
together.

   "Is that what you want, hard like this?"

   "Yes" she cried.  John plough into her with a vengeance, grunting on
each forward thrust.  Several minutes had passed as pumped her watching her
tits swing with each impact.  She was looking at the others making a small
grunting sound each time he reached his deepest penetration.  John leaned
close her ear as he fucked her" Have you ever been gangbanged before?" he
asked

   "No" she said

   "Well, you will be tonight, at least 15 times"

   "I know," she whispered between grunts.

   A pair of hands clasp her tits squeeze them roughly, 'That feel so good"
she said with horse whisper, opening her eyes she saw two guys leaning
across the table, towards her, each massaging a tit as Mike fucked into her
harder and harder.  She had three of them working her and as she looked
past the arm of one the men playing with her tits.  She saw that the rest
had turned their chairs to face her and were watching.  God I've become a
side show, hell !  I'm center ring, she thought to herself as she
rhythmically moved her ass up to meet and receive the fullest possible
penetration from Mikes thrusting member.  She felt his cock throb, jerking
deep inside her and climax, shooting his jism into her.  Oh shit they
aren't using rubbers she thought as she felt his cum flood her cunt.  Mike
pulled out and another man, quickly eased the head of his cock up into her,
hardly missing a beat, and drove it home, replacing the memory of Mike's
cock.  He fucked her hard much harder then Mike had, his cock longer and
thicker, he was banging deep into her moving her innards around, making
room for his massive cock.

   "You like that Bitch!  You like having my cock shoved up your cunt.  Do
ya, do ya bitch?" he said leaning forward and whispering in her ear.

   "Yeah" she grimaced, pushing her ass back hard against him " Do me, come
on you stud fuck my cunt give it to me I want your cum, come on baby shoot
it, shoot your cum way up inside me, that's it" she rasped, in between
grunts, in a voice so husky and emotional she would never have recognized
it as her own.

   She was so lost in passion she didn't even know he had quickly shot his
wad and had been replaced by another man until she heard him say "Damn that
little slut is good" she opened her eyes in time to see his bare butt
moving back to join the others at the table.  Then she notice all the
others sitting at the table were naked.  Waiting their turn, she thought,
and shuddered as another orgasm rushed thru her trembling body.  How many
orgasms can one person have in one night?  How many have I all ready had
she wondered?

   She felt herself picked up and turn over on the table, her legs pulled
and spread and some one else stepped in between her thighs his cock in
hand, he pressed it into her, and she felt him slide slowly into her.  She
heard voices encouraging him "That's it Ted give it to her...  fuck her
come on Ted slam it to her, that's the way to do it, she likes it like
that, hard and fast isn't that so honey?"

   "God Yes" It feels so good don't stop Do it Do it she cried not even
knowing who she was talking to as she slide into another orgasm.  "This is
fuckin incredible," she moaned.

   A pair of hands grabbed her and pulled until she lay with her head
hanging over side of the table.  Her face twisted into position and someone
shoved his cock into her open mouth and fucked her, his cock slamming
against the back her mouth.  She turned head and tip it back and down, the
next thrust pushed its way down into her throat, She fought the instinct to
gag as he held his cock deep in her.  Slowly the gag reflects subsided, she
found she was able to breath in small breaths through her nose while he was
fucking two to three inches down her throat.  That's a first she thought I
never was able to deep throat my ex.  She liked it, it didn't hurt and
really wasn't un-comfortable she decided, once she was able to relax. 
Minutes later he stiffened and she felt him come deep in her throat.  "God
she good, I've never had a woman take me all the way down her throat like
that.  It was great.  I don't think she spilled a drop." He said pulling
out. "I want to try that," another voice said and another cock slid into
her open mouth.  He pumped her an couple of times, she worked at relaxing
her throat moved her head around trying to find the right angle, suddenly
he slip down into her and she relaxed letting him have his way.  He was
larger then the first guy going an inch or more further into her with each
stroke and he was thicker.  She laid their getting fuck from both ends,
thinking she wanted this to go on forever and never end.  She had died and
gone to heaven, her version anyway.  Three or four more had taken a turn in
her mouth when someone picked her up and moved her to a small bench.  She
was laid face down on it and a cock immediately was pressing against her
asshole.  She opened her mouth to say that she had never done that before
only to have a cock slipped in her mouth before she could utter a word.  He
was thrusting hard trying get down her throat, she move head around trying
to accommodate him.  Finally they were lined up correctly and he slid down
her throat.  He was a long one, not as thick as some of the others, but he
5 to 6 inches down into her.  She reached up with her hand up to touch her
throat trying to feel the end of him but his cock was pressing down into
her chest.  She was so focused on taking that long cock, she hadn't even
noticed that the guy behind her had penetrated her ass and was humping her
deep and hard.  Another first, she thought when she became aware of his
efforts and the pleasure which was slowly replacing the pain of his enter
into her bowels.

   The party began to breaking up just after 2 in the morning.  Somebody
was still on the bench, fucking her.  "Come on we got to go, were the last
ones.  It's time to get out here." " OK just a minute, I'm almost there" he
humped faster collapsing on her as he came. He pulled out, stood, grabbing
the bar towel they had been using to dry her cunt with and wiped his cock.
He leaned over her as zipped his pants "You are one fantastic slut, I hope
I get with you again sometime" and he kissed her on the forehead. Turning
to his friend he said, "All right were outa here!" and the door slammed
shut.

   Janice lay sprawled naked on the bench semen running out of her and down
the crack of her ass.  It took a minute or two before she realized that the
party was over and she was alone. Slowly she sat up, taking the towel and
wiped her thighs and stomach.  Her pussy was way to sensitive when she
tried to wipe it.  Check herself she was surprised at how red and inflamed
the area was, her vagina lips were swollen and open.  God!  I can't believe
I did this.  She thought getting up and walking into the Ladies room.  She
sat on the toilet after peeing she gingerly tried to wipe the evening's
semen residue from her ass and pussy.  She did the best she could work with
a tissue.  Returning to the bar she looked for her costume.  She found it
draped over the jukebox and pulled it on leaving it unbuttoned.  She
grabbed the exit door key from the bar walked over and locked it and
retuned to the bar she quickly straightened the work area and then stopped
to look at herself in the back bar mirror.

   Shit I've got sperm all over my face she thought and grabbed a towel. 
Turning on the water, she wet the towel, and began doing her best to clean
the cum from her hair, forehead and face.  When she finished cleaning her
face, she gargled with a shot of vodka trying to clean her mouth and clear
her throat.  She swallowed a small sip and it burned her throat all the way
down.  God it must be raw she thought.

   She pulled back her costume and noticed several dark spots on her
breasts.  She ran a hand questioningly over the area and realized they were
small bruises from somebody's fingers.  She had several hickeys around her
nipples and they were swollen and sore to the touch.  I didn't even feel it
she thought, turning to walk around the room picking up empty glasses. 
There was another envelope on the table, just like the she had received at
the start of the night.  Picking it up, she counted out another ten one
hundred dollar bills.  Looking at the money she thought to herself, now I'm
officially a prostitute and giggled wondering how she felt about that. 
Some old fantasies came to mind.

   .  After washing the last glasses she dried her hands and buttoned her
costume.  Oh, oh, I'm going to feel it in the morning she thought to
herself, as she become aware of the feelings of tenderness in her abdomen.
Something's within her had definitely been moved around during the evening.
Yes and some things had really been stretched much further than they ever
had before.  Tomorrow morning should be very interesting.  With those
thoughts she gathered her money and went back to change in the office.

   She stepped into the office and was surprised to see Anna and John
seated at the desk talking.  "Hi" she said in a horse murmur.  She was
embarrassed and wondered if they knew what had happen or if it showed.

   "Anna was worried about you and wanted wait to be here just incase you
needed her or anything." John said as Anna watched her closely.

   "I'm Ok," she said trying to clear her raspy ness from her voice "But
thank you"

   "Good, Did they all have a good time?" John asked

   "Yes" she said keeping answers short because she still hadn't recovered
her voice.  "every one had a good time"

   "I'm sure they did" John replied smiling at her

   "I think I'm getting a bit of a sore throat though," she whispered

   John and Anna exchanged glances" I'm sorry to hear that." He said with a
hint of a smile in his eyes.  "Well I will be in the other room while you
dress." And he turned winking at Anna on his way out.

   "You ok Janice" Anna inquired

   "Yeah...  Why?"

   "Well 15 guys...I mean that's a handful for a girl" Anna said calmly

   Janice looked at Anna with a growing defensiveness as she picked up her
clothes.

   "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to question your abilities, I was just
concerned?  Anna smiled reassuringly.

   Is that why you and John were waiting for me?  Janice snapped, turning
back and dropping her Costume and began to dress.

   "I was waiting because I thought you might want some one to, you know
just to wind down with after your shift.  John was waiting to pickup the
video tapes so he could drop them off, for editing, on his way home." Anna
answered softly watching her.

   Janice turned towards Anna quickly with a shocked look, her face growing
pale.  "Shit!  I forgot about the God Damn videos." Janice said looking
horrified as she sank down on the chair with her clothes.

   "Don't worry about it." Anna said trying to sooth her. Janice stared
down at the floor for several moments and then shook her head.  "You don't
understand," she said dejectedly

   "Yes I do" Janice shook her head.  "Yes I do, I know exactly what
happened and don't worry about it.  I'm sure that in the morning when the
guys start thinking about it they are not going to want any one to see them
on that tape either.  When they fail to pick up the tape, I'm sure, John
will give it to you and you can do whatever you want with it.

   "You know what happened in there?" she asked startled.

   "Yes John and I check on you a 2 or 3 times, the first two times it was
business as usual, and the last couple of times, you were getting the
business." She laughed.

   "Oh shit!" Janice said hanging her head "You both saw us...I don't how
it happened things just seemed to get away from me."

   "Well honey, what did you expect?  You were all but naked, and alone in
a locked room with a bunch of horney men for almost 5 hours.  I mean it
would seem strange to me if something didn't happen" Anna said earnestly.

   "If he gives me that tape I'm going to destroy it!"

   "That's what I was going to do with mine, but I changed my mine." Anna
said smiling

   "You have one of these?" Janice ask incredulously

   "Yes, my first party, but it was only 8 guys.  You make me look like a
wimp with 15!" Anna chuckled.

   "I had never done it with more than one guy before, in fact I had only
had 7 men up until tonight." Janice said " I guess I more than doubled that
number tonight."

   "Anna chuckled "You go girl!" and held her hand up to Janice for a high
five.  Janice smiling reached and slapped her palm against Anna's.

   Starting to feel better about things Janice said " I guess I better get
dressed so we can get outa here."

   "You need a ride?" Anna inquired

   "I all ready had one, several in fact." Janice laughed.  "No, I'm fine,
my cars out front."

   "Smart ass!...I'm glad your OK, I'll see you tomorrow " Anna waved as
she left.

   John came in the room a she finished buttoning her blouse.  "You ok with
the way things went tonight?" he asked.

   "Yeah, every thing went fine" she answered.

   He looked at her appraisingly "Does that mean you would be interested in
doing some more parties?"

   "I don't know, we'll see when the time comes" she said and then added
"But I would like the tape form this evening, if the guys don't pick it
up."

   He looked her as if he were deciding some thing "What are you planning
to do with it?" "I don't know but, I'll feel better if I know where it is."
She said

   "Well I was thinking of keeping that one for myself" He smiled at her.
"You wouldn't mind would you?"

   "John!  What would you need with a tape like that, with all the girls
you are surrounded with every day?"

   "Well" He said still smiling broadly " what's the old saying about being
lonely in crowd."

   "You don't strike me as a lonely guy" she said surprised to fine herself
flirting with him. "Well maybe I'll just watch it a couple of times first."
He teased.

   "From what I heard, you already watched a good part of it." She
snickered "Did you like what you were watching." She could feel the heat
rising in her pussy, and the tingle of nipples extending again.  God girl
what's wrong with you!  You just finished getting gang banged by 15 guys
and your ready to go again?

   "Very much" he said looking uncomfortable "It's always pleasure to
watch, the efforts of, someone who enjoys what they are doing"

   She smiled "Thank you, that's a nice way to phrase it."

   "You did say you enjoyed yourself did you not?" His smile holding what
she thought was a hint of lust.

   "Well as I'm sure you know, it's always a pleasure to work with those
who enjoy what they are doing." She added with a smug look.

   He laughed, "Yes it is, much better that way" he stood watching her for
several moments and then added.  " I know most of the guys on that tape
with you.  They are all married businessmen from the north county area and
they all have partied here before.  I will be very surprised, if any of
them, comes back for that tape.  I will do my best to get it for you and
don't worry; there will not be any other copies of it.  That I promise."

   "Thank You John," she added "I thought you had said that they were going
to have camera in the bar to do some filming, they must have forgotten it,
because I never saw one.  In fact I forgot all about the videos until Anna
said something before she left."

   "No they had one, it was a small hand held camera.  One of the last two
guys to leave brought around front to me as they were leaving.  It was
getting late so I asked Anna to dropped the tapes in La Mesa on her way
home."

   "I can't believe I did this tonight," she said shaking her head.  "I
don't know want happen I just got completely out of control.  It's never
happened like that before."

   "Most of the guys on that tape will be saying the same thing come
tomorrow." John said. "Parties like this are usually booked by one guy, in
this case Mike, who hopes something like this will happen.  He makes all
the rules and conditions hoping to create a situation where something like
this will happen.  Everyone else just shows up at a party with no
expectations."

   "You mean this sort of thing doesn't happen all the time?" Janice asked
not knowing if that made her feel better or worse.

   "No most girls will work a party like this and not give anything more
than they have to.  Some girls, not many, like the idea and other times you
get a new girl, who lacks the experience to deal with a party like this and
is overwhelmed by the situation and just succumbs to it."

   "I think I might fall into the last category, this time, but I'm worried
I might fall into the middle one next time.  " Janice said thoughtfully.

   "You mean that you liked it and might want to do it again?" he asked

   "I don't know, I might say no tomorrow, because...  if I had to do
another party, I don't know if it would turnout any different.  They didn't
have to work very hard to get me on my back; that scares me.  I've always
been a bit of exhibitionist, but I've never done anything like this before.
I was always more or less in control of the situation, but tonight, while
it might have started out that way, at some point it changed and I found
myself ...just along for the ride...no pun intended.  I think that the
costume, the time spent in anticipation and the privacy of the backroom
contributed to me being almost ready before they even arrived.  I'm
surprised to realize that I did enjoy myself tonight...  and that bothers
me"

   "Well, You are the most honest person I've every dealt with in a
situation like this.  I think you will work it out and in the future, what
ever happens, it will happen because you want it too."





   Continued in Chapter 2
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