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   This story unlike most of my others is pure fantasy started when a
friend of mine told me she was thinking of doing these types of parties as
a way to help make money.

   Toy Party

   Sometimes it is better to keep your fantasies to yourself.

   This all started when a woman I worked with decided to start a little
side business.  Unlike me, who kept to myself when it came to my personal
love life, or rather the extreme lack there of, Elaine was one of those
people who once you got to know was not afraid to tell you anything.  I was
still in school and would be there for another year, my fifth, and had been
working part time for Elaine's company for the last two years.  We had
become close friends since I often had to work with her after most of the
other people in the company had gone home for the night.  She took care of
the computer network and even though I was in business school, trying to
get a degree in marketing, she had gotten me interested in how computer
network functioned and seemed to enjoy teaching me what she knew.  She was
quite a bit older, in her late thirties and as I had learned, unable to
have children.  At one time I thought she might have thought of me as the
daughter she never had, but after a few nights working together I decided
that is was more like the little sister, since she was also an only child.

   Often when we were working alone she would just start talking about
things I never would dream of telling other people.  I knew just about
everything about her, from her husband's penis was uncircumcised and very
large to the fact that she had once had a bi-sexual experience in college.
I knew that she and her husband were very open minded sexually and she once
told me how embarrassing it was to have to go to seedy little bookstores in
rather dangerous parts of town to find sex toys and other erotic adult
paraphernalia.  She said she wished there was an easier way.

   When she heard about this company, Passionate Parties that was based on
women having in home sex toy and lingerie parties she figured she had found
the answer.  She contacted them and soon became a salesperson figuring
there were probably a lot of women like her that wanted to have access to
sex toys without the hassles involved in shopping for them in adult book
stores full of creepy people.

   She had done about half a dozen parties and was trying to talk me into
becoming a salesperson with her.  I told her I figured I wouldn't be very
good at it since I didn't have any experience with sex toys, or even sex in
general.  She laughed and said that was even more of a reason that I should
at least come to one of the parties.  She said that until I found a man, I
might as well have some company.  I blushed at such a remark, for more than
one reason.

   She told me how much fun the parties could be and the fact that she
cleared nearly a $1000 for those six parties.  The parties were usually
just women, although sometimes she would have couples parties and she even
did one party for a group of men whose wives had done a party and wanted
their husbands to see what was available but were too embarrassed to have a
couples party.  She said that most parties were full of giggling and silly
little remarks and a lot of blushing, but that once the women were
introduced to the toys and got to see and touch them most bought at least a
couple of things.  Each woman was given a form that they could fill out
privately and hand to Elaine before they left so no one knew who ordered
what.  She also said she was sometimes amazed that some of the most
conservative women seemed to by the kinkiest toys.  She gave me a
conspirator's wink when she told me that.

   Elaine had been trying to get me to at least go to one of her parties
for months.  She continued to tell me about the parties, including one she
said that got pretty risqué.  It turns out that it was a doe party and
besides her and toys they had also brought in two male strippers.  She said
that a few of the women at the party had gotten a little too drunk and had
ended up joining the strippers in taking their clothes off.  She giggled
and said that some day she might even tell me about what happened when the
strippers left.

   One happy hour after work she finally talked me into it.  Maybe it was
the fact that I, as usual, was depressed about the fact that I had no one
in my life and the idea of being around a lot of women looking at and
touching sex toys had me aroused, something I would never admit to Elaine.
She had no idea that I was a very in the closet lesbian who would remain
there at least until I was out of school, since if my sexual orientation
were ever to become known it would mean I would probably be kicked out of
school and would definitely be kicked our of my very conservative and
religious parents home.

   The party was to be Saturday evening, in a small town about 40 miles
from the town we lived in.  Elaine said would pick me up at my dorm and she
said we wouldn't be back until late so I should let my roommates know.  I
told her that they had all gone home for the weekend so that didn't matter.
Elaine smiled a rather wicked little smile and giggled.

   "Well, then there is no reason you can't buy something at the party,"
she said as she wrote down the directions I had just given her to my dorm.
"There will be no one home to bother you if you decide to try it out when
you get home."

   I blushed so red that I could feel my skin burning.  Elaine laughed and
told me to be ready at 5:00.  We would stop for dinner on the way since the
party didn't start until 8:00.  She also told me to wear something sexy,
since after all, I was coming to help her sell a fantasy and she herself
would be dressed as sexy as she dared.

   Elaine showed up at my door about 15 minutes early.  I wasn't dressed
yet and answered the door in my robe.  I saw that she had indeed dressed
very sexy, but tastefully so.  She had on a short skirt that showed off her
very long and athletic legs.  Those legs were encased in a beautiful pair
of hose, the old kind with seams up the back.  On her feet she wore a
beautiful pair of pumps that were higher than anything I had ever seen her
wear to work.  Her blouse was cut low in front and sleeveless.  I could
tell she was wearing a push up type bra because her breasts were definitely
being helped out and her cleavage was a lot more evident than normal.  She
was wearing more makeup than I was used to, with her eyes and lips
accentuated.  I must have been staring because finally Elaine said, "Well,
are you going to at least invite me in."

   "Oh, of course," I motioned for her to come in.  I offered her something
to drink and asked her to sit down as I finished dressing.

   When I came back out, wearing the outfit I had picked out, Elaine shook
her head at me with a look or disappointment on her face.  "I said for you
to dress sexy, not frumpy."

   I looked at what I had on and had to admit it was more like something I
would wear to work.  I really didn't have anything much sexier.  "This is
about all I have," I shrugged.

   "Oh come on, let me see what you have.  I bet I can find something
sexy," Elaine took my hand and led me back the room I shared with my
roommate.

   She quickly started going through my closet.  When she didn't find
anything she liked she started looking in my roommate's closet.

   "Hey, that's not my stuff," I started to pull he away when she came out
with a dress I had never seen my roommate wear.  It was a red halter dress
that looked very sexy.

   "Hmmm, let's try this on you.  You said she is gone for the weekend, she
will never know," she handed me the dress.

   "I can't wear her stuff without asking," I said as I held the dress up
against me.  Now my roommate is a size smaller than I am and 4 inches
shorter so when I held the dress against me it appeared that it would be
impossibly short, much shorter than anything I would normally wear.  And
since my roommate was smaller I knew that the very low neckline would show
much more cleavage than I had ever shown outside of a bikini.

   "Oh come on, I was a college girl once myself, I know that closets are
free game," Elaine laughed as she watched me check myself out in the
mirror. "Come on, we really have to get going.  Get changed will you."

   Elaine was right, my roommate was always borrowing my clothes but I
still never borrowed anything of hers, and definitely not something so
provocative, that I had never even seen her in.  I decided that I would at
least try it on and was waiting for Elaine to leave the room.  But she just
stood there, waiting.

   "Well, come on will you, I want to see it on you before we go," it was
obvious Elaine was not going anywhere.  I turned around and started to
unbutton the blouse I was wearing.  I slid it off and put it on a hanger
and back into my closet.  Then I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the
floor.

   "PANTYHOSE????????," Elaine almost screamed.  "God girl, you have to
stop wearing those things.  Remind me that I am taking you shopping when we
get a chance.  You need to get some of these," she lifted her skirt up on
her right thigh to show that her hose were held in place by a lacey garter
belt.  "For tonight, you are tanned enough to not worry about anything on
your legs.  But now, those panties, don't you have anything sexy, which
dresser is yours anyway?"

   I pointed to my dresser and Elaine immediately opened the top drawers,
where my underwear, bras and pantyhose were stored.  I stood there in my
bra, pantyhose and panties, the halter dress lying on the bed as she
rummaged through the drawer.  Finally she found a pair of panties she
decided would be good enough.  "These aren't exactly sexy, but they are at
least something my grandmother wouldn't wear." She tossed them on top of
the dress.

   I looked at them and Elaine sat down on my desk chair.  It was obvious
she wasn't leaving until I was dressed the way she wanted me to be.  I was
embarrassed and blushing as I removed my pantyhose.  Wiggling out of them I
also felt guilty.  I started to pick up the dress and panties and head for
the bathroom down the hall.

   "Hey, where are you going?" Elaine said.  "Don't tell me you are that
modest?  Come on, we are both women here.  What, do you go and change in
the stalls at the field house?"

   I stopped walking and blushed even more.  I walked back towards the bed
and lay the dress back down.  I turned away from Elaine and unhooked my bra
in the front, letting it drop off my shoulders.  I tossed it aside, careful
not to turn so that my breasts would be exposed to Elaine.  I then slid my
panties down.  When I stood up I realized I was standing right in front of
the mirrored closet doors, and Elaine was watching me in them.  Her eyes
seemed to be roaming over my body as a small smile crept across her lips. I
suddenly felt strangely excited.  I wasn't sure if it just the fact that I
was standing naked in front of a woman I had often thought about when I
fantasized, sometimes masturbating in the same bed that was now between us,
or if it was her smile.  My nipples were rock hard and the excitement was
causing the rest of my body to react.  I suddenly realized that I had been
just standing there for way too long and when I looked up Elaine's eyes
were looking at my face.  I quickly slid on my panties and grabbed the
dress, sliding it over my head.

   "Wow," Elaine said with a breathless voice.

   As I looked in the mirror I almost had to say wow myself.  I was also
embarrassed because I had never worn something so outwardly sexy out in
public before.  The dress was very short, much shorter than I would
normally wear.  I would definitely have to be careful sitting or bending in
it.  And the neckline plunged down showing much more of my cleavage than I
ever would think of showing.  And the thin material of the dress and lack
of a bra made my rock hard nipples clearly visible.  I was amazed my
roommate, the prim and proper girl that she was, even had something like
this.  But then again, on her it wouldn't be nearly as tight, short or
uplifting as it was on me.

   "Much, much better," Elaine smiled as she stood up and took my hand. 
"Time to go, before we never get out of here."

   I wondered what she meant by that last statement as I grabbed my purse
and we walked out the door.

   The drive would normally take about an hour, but Elaine was what some
might call an aggressive driver.  Or totally nuts, whichever you prefer. 
She sped along the interstate at what had to be close to 80 mph, her little
radar detector flashing on her dashboard.  As she drove we chatted about a
variety of topics from work to gossip to the latest controversy involving
the rather interesting politics of Utah.  We reached Salt Lake City she
took an exit and started heading towards one of the more affluent
neighborhoods.

   "There it is," Elaine pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant I had
only heard about before, but I knew it was exclusive and expensive.  It was
an Italian place called The Tuscany.  I knew I couldn't afford to eat here.

   "Elaine," I wasn't sure how exactly to broach the subject so I just
decided to go be honest.  "There is no way I can afford this place.  I
though when you said dinner that at most it would be Chili's or Macaroni
Grill, not The Tuscany.  I probably couldn't even afford and appetizer
here."

   "Oh, I didn't tell you, this is going to be a fun party," Elaine said as
she did what might be called a glancing stop through a stop sign, rolling
would have meant she actually slowed down.  "The woman giving it is very,
very rich and has invited a lot of her rich friends.  So basically what I
am saying is that I am probably going to make a lot of money on this party
and besides that, this is my favorite restaurant in Utah so it is my treat.
Not only that, but considering my husband decided to take a weekend in
Vegas with his friends I figure I deserve to pamper myself a little."

   Before I could respond and say that I couldn't let her do that she had
driven up to the front door and a very finely dressed Valet opened my door.
I had forgotten about how I was dressed until I caught him staring down at
my legs and very short skirt which was ever shorter now that it had hiked
itself up a little after the thrill ride from Provo.  He took my hand and
helped me out of the car.  We walked in and Elaine gave her name to the
maitre d'.  He found her name and led us to a nice table.  I could feel the
eyes of many of the men in the restaurant on us as we walked through the
tables.

   The waiter was there a moment later handing us the menu and explaining
the evening's specials, which I found it interesting that he didn't also
give prices, just descriptions of what they were.  He asked if we wished
for something from the bar and Elaine told him we would be ordering a
bottle of wine.

   When I opened the menu I almost choked.  I was right I couldn't even
afford the salads, although I might actually be able to afford an
appetizer.

   "Put that down, I am ordering for both of us.  That is if you don't
mind. I know if I leave it up to you that you will order the least
expensive thing on the menu," Elaine reached over and snatched the menu
from my hands.  "Let me see, if I remember you like seafood." She perused
the menu, seemed to make her choices and put it down.  She then picked up
the wine list and after a couple of minutes had decided.

   The waiter returned to our table.

   "We will start with the Terra e Mare," which was an appetizer of
calamari and shrimp with a wonderful sauce, "and then Lynne will have the
oven roasted salmon and I will have the Veal a la Funghi.  A bottle of 1997
Kistler Chardonnay should accompany these nicely."

   The waiter took our menus and left for the kitchen.

   "So how do you like my choice for dinner?" Elaine said as the wine
steward brought the bottle of chardonnay to the table.

   "It is wonderful," I waited for the steward to pour some wine into
Elaine's glass.  She tasted it and nodded to the steward who then filled
both of our large wine glasses half way and then put the bottle in a
beautiful wine chiller.  When the steward left the table I continued, "But
it is way to expensive for you to be treating me."

   Elaine laughed, "Girl, one thing you need to learn is when someone says
it is their treat, don't argue.  Now have some wine, relax and enjoy.  I
know I am." Elaine held up her glass in a small toast.  As held up mine she
touched my glass.  "To a girl's night out."

   The wine was wonderful and I found that the waiter managed to make sure
my glass never got anywhere near empty.  The Terra e Mare came and it was
delicious.  The calamari was crispy and tender, the rock shrimp perfect and
the red pepper aioli and fennel were perfect accompaniments.  I savored
every bite as Elaine and I chatted.  I also kept feeling the eyes of many
of the male diners on the two of us.

   We eventually got around to talking about the party just after the
entrée's and a second bottle of wine arrived.

   "I am going to have to ask you to be very discreet and not tell anyone
who you see at the party tonight.  Most of these women would not like it
known that they have a kinky side," Elaine giggled at the last comment.  I
was beginning to feel the effects of the wine and I joined her.  "They
wouldn't exactly want anyone to know that they were truly the dildo queens.
One of these women came to another party I had and," she looked around to
make sure no one was listening, "she bought this huge strap on.  I really
wonder who she used it on, her husband or another lover."

   I had never heard the term strap on before and I was just tipsy enough
to ask what it was.  "A strap on?  What in the world is a strap on?" I
giggled, funny images of bizarre sexual devices running through my head.

   "Oh, basically it is a dildo that a woman can wear and fuck someone
with," Elaine said as the man behind her suddenly started choking on
whatever he was drinking.  Elaine looked guilty and whispered, "I guess I
better quiet down.  Wine always makes me loud, not that I am not loud
anyway.  My husband says I am a real screamer." We both started to giggle
again.  "I will show you one at the party.  You can even play with it if
you want."

   "Oh I don't think so," I giggled.  But I was looking forward to seeing
one.  I had heard that some lesbians used them and the idea had always
excited me.  The idea of a woman fucking me was suddenly added to my
growing list of fantasies that up to that point had mainly included only
tongues, fingers and vibrators.  "I always thought that those kind of
things were just something you heard about in porno movies."

   "Oh no," Elaine leaned forward and whispered, "a lot of women use them,
both on men and on other women.  It is a control thing, gives you a feeling
of power, like you are in control of the other person."

   "You mean you have used them?" The look on my face must have been
something because Elaine giggled at me.

   "Of course, if I am going to sell them, well I figure I had better try
them." She looked around, "Although I have never had one used on me, and I
always wanted to try that.  I have only used one on my husband and he
really got turned on by it and to tell the truth so was I.  But I have
always wanted to try being on the receiving end of one."

   "Well, wouldn't it be just like having your husband, you know," our
whispered tones must have made us seem like we were some type of
conspirators.

   "Oh, well, yea, but different," Elaine was more serious suddenly.  "I
mean I love it when my husband fucks me, both in my pussy and in my ass,
but to have another woman do it just seems like it would be so hot, and the
fact I wouldn't have to worry about when she was going to cum, so she could
just keep fucking me until I couldn't take any more.  That is what I want
to try.  Haven't you ever thought about what it would be like not to have
the guy cum, to be able to just keep going and going?"

   "Well," I blushed and looked down.  "To tell the truth I wouldn't know
what it was like either way."

   "Oh my god," Elaine covered her mouth and her eyes got huge.  "You can't
still be..."

   I just nodded.

   "Oh, I don't mean there is anything wrong with it, but I didn't know a
girl as sexy as you could have made it through high school without some guy
getting to her.  You told me you had a boy friend back home." Elaine took a
sip of wine and I realized that I had just finished my fifth glass, and it
was already full again.  How did that waiter get in and out so fast, and
how much of our conversation had he heard.

   "Yea, but he and I have never done anything but a little kissing.  And
to tell the truth, I don't know, I just have never been that interested in
doing it with him, or any other guy," I knew suddenly I had drank to much,
because what I said was way more than I had meant to.

   "But you admitted to me you did masturbate and fantasize sometimes,"
Elaine leaned forward much more interested suddenly in what I just said.

   "Yea, hey isn't this food great," I suddenly had turned my attention
back to my salmon.  It was delicious and my head was spinning from all the
wine and I realized I had better get something in my stomach.  I also
didn't want to answer any more questions, particularly who or what I
fantasized about when I played with myself.

   "Yes, delicious," Elaine took my hint and let the subject drop.  We ate
in silence for a few minutes and then went back to small talk.

   I drank one more glass of wine with dinner and realized that I had drunk
almost two glasses for each of Elaine's one.  I had quite a buzz when I
realized it was nearly time to leave.  We had finished dinner and both
declined either dessert or coffee.  We had spent the rest of the time
talking about all sorts of things, but I managed to keep the conversation
steered away from anything that could lead me back down the path where I
could put my foot back in my mouth.  But the more I watched and was with
Elaine, the more I thought of other fun parts of her body that I wouldn't
mind having in my mouth, and places I wouldn't mind her exploring with her
beautiful lips and soft tongue.

   The waiter brought the check and we were back to the valet.  Again the
young man who opened my door checked out my legs as he held the door open
for me.  I on the other hand was checking out Elaine's as she climbed in.
The morning exercise classes she so often told me about really toned her
legs and I couldn't help but wondering what they would feel like.

   When Elaine sat down she caught me staring at the top of her thigh,
which was showing because as she sat down her skirt had ridden up.  She ran
a finger under the hem, "Don't you hat skirts that do this, but this car
seat is so low it almost always happens.  I am sure the valet's don't mind
getting a little flash now and then anyway." She hiked it up high enough so
I could see the white flesh between the top of her hose and, and what I
wondered.

   I blushed and looked straight out the window.  We pulled away from the
curb and about two minutes later we were turning into a gated community. 
We stopped at the guard shack and Elaine gave him her name, she was on the
list and was let right in.  Less than a minute later we pulled up to a
mansion that could easily have passed for the clubhouse of a very nice
country club.  Several cars already were parked in the drive and Elaine
parked behind a Range Rover.  We got out and I helped her carry in one of
the three bags that served as her sample cases.

   She rang the bell and a beautiful woman, in her late forties I
suspected, answered the door.  She was dressed like Martha Stewart on her
Living show.  She smiled at Elaine and let us in.  I was introduced to her
by only her first name but immediately recognized her as the wife of a
prominent politician and wondered if she was the one Elaine had told me
about who bought the strap on toy.  She smiled at me and shook my hand. 
Her eyes wandered over my body, stopping conspicuously at my breasts.  She
smiled and then asked us both to follow her.

   We were led through the large home and down into the basement. 
Everything was beautiful and the art on the walls was some of the best I
had ever seen outside of a museum.  The basement huge and a combination
game room, will a full sized pool table, and home theater complete with the
largest television I had seen outside of a club.  A large coffee table sat
in the middle of the sectional that was the seating for the television.  We
were told we could set up our stuff there and that her friends, who were on
the deck enjoying drinks, would be down in about 15 minutes, to give us
plenty of time to set up.

   Elaine immediately went about setting things up.  She said she always
put out the mild stuff first, sexy lingerie, lotions and lubricants, some
very tame looking vibrators including one that looked like a magic wand,
toys like a penis shaped soap on a rope and a rubber ducky that she said
was actually a vibrator, a few books and some videos about lovemaking.  She
pretty much emptied the first bag.  The other two she put next to the large
entertainment center.

   "Depends upon how they react to these will depend on if we open those,"
Elaine said as she arranged everything on the table.  She picked up a funny
looking vibrator that seemed to have two small ears at the end of it. 
"This is my biggest seller, it is called the Rabbit or Bunny.  These two
little things here, well, when you slide it in, they sort of cradle your
clit and the vibration is pretty intense.  My husband said this is the only
thing in the world he is jealous of." She then picked up a pair of panties
that had something sewn in the front, right where my pearl would be.  She
handed them to me.  "These are remote controlled panties," Elaine picked up
a small remote control and pressed it.  The panties began to buzz and
vibrate in my hand.  "My husband loves me to where these when we go out.  I
personally find it fun, except when he turns it on when I am trying to have
a serious discussion with someone."

   My mouth was hanging open at this point.  Elaine reached over and took
the panties.  She laughed when she did so and held them from her fingers as
she pressed the button again and they continued to buzz.  "Maybe we should
have you try them on for the party.  You can put them on right over your
panties and still get the same effect." She held them out as I just stared.

   She laughed and put them back on the table.  Just then we heard the
women coming down the stairs.

   There were six other women along with our hostess.  Each carried a drink
or glass of wine.  They were all dressed in the preppy, Martha Stewart
Style, but what each one was wearing was worth as much as what I spent a
year on clothing, and that wasn't counting the jewelry.  If you added that,
most had more on their body than most people made in a year.  Our hostess
introduced everyone and several of the women were ogling the objects on the
table.  Others I noticed were checking out Elaine and myself.  I felt out
of place, dressed so sexy and being so young in a roomful of older women,
all dressed as is they were going to a PTA meeting.

   The hostess went over to a set of doors that I thought led to a closet
and opened them.  What they hid was a full bar.  She offered to make us
drinks and Elaine accepted for both of us, even though I knew I probably
shouldn't have anymore, since I had drank more than my share of the two
bottles at the Tuscany.  I am not sure what drink she made us, but it
tasted wonderful, and only when I had finished my first did I realize that
the taste had hidden an awfully large amount of alcohol.

   Once we had our drinks Elaine introduced herself once more and just said
I was there since I was thinking of also doing these parties.  She
explained that the party was to show the women lingerie and other things
that they might want to add a little more excitement to their love lives.
She said that what was on the table was her introductory products, and that
if they wanted to as the night went on she had more daring products for
them to peruse.

   As the women settled into the sectional Elaine started to pass around
some of the lingerie.  I kept sipping my drink unaware of its potency, and
also examined some of the pieces.  They were not that well made, but they
were certainly sexy.  I found myself fantasizing what Elaine would look
like in some of these pieces.  I hadn't realized how hard my nipples had
become until I held up one of the pieces to see what it would look like on
me and saw them pressing against the thin material of my roommates dress.

   "Hey, that would look great on you," Elaine commented.  It was a baby
doll and rather tame.  "You know what, why don't you try it on?"

   I looked at Elaine with a look of shock on my face.  She hadn't
mentioned anything about this and actually said that the women at the party
did not usually try anything on, although she occasionally would model a
piece if asked.  All the other women quickly agreed with Elaine and two had
said they really were interested in that piece and would love to see what
it looked like on someone.  I felt trapped but saw no way out.  Our hostess
stood up and offered to show me where the downstairs bathroom was.

   I couldn't see an easy way to back out, and actually found myself sort
of looking forward to seeing what I looked like in this sexy outfit.  I had
no lingerie of my own that was sexy and this might just be the first piece
I would add to my wardrobe.  I followed our hostess.

   The downstairs bathroom was something to behold.  Most houses did not
have a master bath that was this nice.  It had a dual showerhead stall that
was as big as a walk-in closet, a huge tub with whirlpool jets that could
easily fit four people, but was not truly a hot tub.  It had a small
separate closet that held the toilet, and suddenly I decided I had better
visit it since I suddenly had to pee desperately.  It was probably the
nerves and alcohol both working on my bladder.  The hostess showed me there
was even a small closet with hangers where I could hang up my clothes.  She
closed the door behind her as she stepped out and I dropped the lingerie on
the floor quickly headed for the toilet.

   After I peed I just let my panties drop off my ankles, since I was going
to be putting on the ones that went with the outfit.  I made sure I cleaned
up really well and wished that I had trimmed my unkempt bush.  I wasn't
quite swimsuit season yet and I had really let it get out of hand over the
winter.  Oh well, I would just have to make sure I tucked everything in.  I
walked over to the lingerie and bent over to pick it up.  When I did I
noticed my reflection in the mirror.  My ass was clearly visible under the
short dress, as was my pussy.  I admired myself for a second, giggling that
it might just be fun not to put my panties on for the rest of the night and
then I stood up and quickly changed into the baby doll.  My dress went on a
hanger, my panties I totally forgot in the toilet.

   The baby doll was sexy and not really all that revealing, except for the
fact that my nipples were now as hard as they had ever been in my life.  I
was sort of trying to figure out some way of hiding them when Elaine
knocked on the door.

   "Need any help in there," she called through the door.

   "No, no, I am coming," I yelled back.  Oh well.  I took a deep breath
and walked out.

   The women were all looking at a variety of toys and outfits, and several
outfits had been put aside.  I looked at them laid out, and realized I
would also probably be modeling those outfits, one of which was totally
sheer.  As I walked up to the table several of the women commented on how
great I looked in the baby doll.  I must admit, I felt sexy and loved the
way the outfit showed off my long muscular legs.  One woman asked that I
turn around so she could see the whole outfit, which I gladly did.  I don't
know if it was the alcohol I had in my system, the sexy feeling the outfit
gave me, or a combination of both but suddenly I was looking forward to
modeling the other outfits.

   "Wow, now girls, I can't say that we will all look that great in these
outfits, but you can see how sexy they can make you look," Elaine looked
directly at my erect nipples, "and feel.  Lynne, would you be willing to
try a few more outfits on for us?" she nodded to the ones that were laid
out.

   "Sure, why not," I giggled.

   "But first, does anyone want to see that outfit a little more up close,"
our hostess chimed in.  "I know I would." She got up and walked over to me.
She ran her hands over the material that hung loose.  "Nice satin.  Could
you show me the panties?" She gently ran her fingers over the material on
the side of my breast.

   "Okay," I said, as I looked at Elaine, my voice as much a question as an
affirmation.  She nodded back at me.  I lifted the bottom of the baby doll
and showed her the thong that lay underneath.

   "Could you turn around?  I would like to see the back," everyone in the
room was now looking at our hostess and me.

   "Well, there really isn't much of a back," I said blushing, "but okay."
I turned around and lifted the back over my bottom.

   "Nice, very nice," she ran a finger under one of the sides of the thong,
rubbing it against my skin.  I felt my nipples, if it was possible, growing
harder and more sensitive.  Even worse, I was afraid I was getting the
crotch of the thong wet.  Satisfied, our hostess asked if anyone else
wanted to see anything.

   One of the women held out a white sheer outfit that while covering
everything would leave nothing to the imagination.  Another woman held out
a racy outfit that consisted of corset with stockings and garters.  It also
consisted of a pair of panties that were lacking a crotch.  A third held
out a schoolgirl outfit that consisted of knee socks, white panties, a
plaid skirt and white blouse.  I grabbed the third and headed back to
change.

   This outfit was obviously for some guy who had a schoolgirl fantasy,
although if I had ever worn this to school when I had to wear a uniform I
would have been caned.  The skirt just barely covered my bottom, the blouse
gaped open in front and squeezed my breasts together giving me much more
cleavage than I usually had.  I must admit that it looked sexy, in a kinky
sort of way.  I imagined what it would be like to be the bad schoolgirl,
the one who would be spanked by her teacher, after class, when everyone
else had left.  I reached down the front of my panties and gently rubbed
myself.  Again Elaine was knocking on the door.  I left the baby doll on
the floor next to the tub.

   When I came out again a few of the women had started to pass the toys
around.  The Rabbit was getting a lot of attention, as was something from
Hitachi of all places called The Wand.  One woman was looking at the cover
of a videotape that Elaine had brought.  It was called "Celebrating
Orgasm." Elaine was explaining that it was an educational tape in which one
woman showed several others ways to either have, or improve their orgasms.
She also had in her hand "Masturbation Memoirs", "Please Don't Stop:
Lesbian Tips for Givin' & Getting It" and "Whipsmart: A Good Vibrations
Guide to Beginning S&M for Couples." The doors to the entertainment center
were open, revealing a VCR that had been turned on.

   I stopped by the bar and finished my drink before I walked back over to
the group.  By the way they stopped their conversation I could tell they
liked the outfit.

   "And here is our bad schoolgirl, Lynne.  She is wearing what every horny
old man wishes the teenage schoolgirl would wear to class everyday,"
laughter filled the room.  "Oh, but wait," Elaine reached over and opened
up bag number two, the one that she said contained some of the kinkier toys
and reached in.  Out came a wooden paddle with a leather gripped handle,
"this is a great accessory for this outfit."

   Elaine reached up quickly and grabbed my wrist, pulling me down over her
lap.  She quickly lifted my skirt and gently tapped my bottom with the
paddle.  Everyone was laughing as I turned bright red with a combination of
excitement and embarrassment.  I remembered when I was younger,
masturbating thinking about my high school English teacher doing just this
to me.  Only in my fantasies my panties would be pulled down and my bottom
truly spanked, first with the paddle and then with her bare hand.  Almost
involuntarily I pressed myself against Elaine's knee.  It seemed like she
responded with gentle pressure of her own.  Then she let go and helped me
back to my feet.

   Everyone continued to laugh and one woman mentioned that her husband, a
college professor, probably would love to have that paddle hanging in his
office.

   "But, to really finish off that outfit, shouldn't she have pigtails?"
our hostess chimed in.  "I mean, come on girls, we all know our husbands
would be all over this outfit.  Sit down and let me fix your hair." She
pushed back and spread her legs.  She patted the small spot she had just
created.

   I did and found that in order to stay on the couch I had to press
against her.  She started reached over and grabbed two elastic bands that
Elaine had used to hold the order forms and catalogs together.  Elaine
reached into her purse and offered her a hairbrush.  She started to brush
my short hair pulling harder than I thought was necessary.  When I
complained she told me to stop being a baby and soon was working on two
pigtails, again pulling my hair forcefully and putting it in very tight
braids.  All the time she seemed to be pressing her crotch and breasts
against me at every opportunity.  I couldn't help but respond a couple of
times by pressing back into her groin or breasts.  Each time I did I was
rewarded with a sharp tug with the brush or of my braids.  For some reason
this made me want to do it again.

   "Wow," Elaine said once it was done.  "You look...  young."

   I got up and looked in the mirror and I had to agree, I looked a lot
younger than my 21 years.  The pigtails and the outfit gave me sort of a
slutty innocent look.  A few of the women commented on how that a look like
that would keep their husbands hard all night.  I had a funny feeling that
this outfit would be a big seller, along with the paddle that went with it.

   Elaine started to empty out the rest of the bag the paddle had come out
of.  The items she was removing were kinkier than the stuff she had out
already.  Larger dildos, anal toys, more daring outfits and a lot of
leather and bondage items such as blindfolds, restraints and gags suddenly
joined the more tame items on the table.

   One outfit, a leather corset that had no cups to its bra, but did have
some built in support for under your breasts, with stockings that connected
to garters but no panties immediately got our hostesses attention.  Elaine
noted that the full outfit also included faux fur lined restraints for both
ankles and neck.  She took those out of the bag and laid them down next to
the corset.

   I thought the bag was empty when Elaine took out one last item, a riding
crop with a forked tip of soft leather and a handle of ribbed leather.

   Our hostess got up and made another round of drinks while the rest of us
continued to look at the new items on the table.  While we did so Elaine
put one of the videos in the VCR and turned it on.  A few minutes later the
large screen TV was filled with the image of a woman playing with herself
while the surround sound speakers filled the room with her moaning.

   "I love this video," Elaine said as most of us sat staring at the
screen. "It taught me so much about loving myself.  "'Celebrating Orgasm'
is one of the best videos ever made to help a woman explore her own body,
or anyone else to explore a woman's body in my opinion."

   I don't know if anyone else really heard her as the woman on the screen
had just had her first orgasm and most of the women in the room were paying
attention to the close-ups of the woman's body as it quivered in ecstasy.

   I was sipping my second drink and was amazed how comfortable I was
feeling, even in this very provocative outfit, with everything that was
going on.  The sexual tension in the room had increased when Elaine had
started to empty the second bag and now, with the video playing, it was
beginning to rise even further.  Several of the women couldn't seem to sit
still.  Everyone's face, except Elaine's, was flushed and a few women
seemed to be breathing more rapidly.  The drinks also started to disappear
quickly.

   I sipped my drink as I watched what was happening and suddenly realized
that I was incredibly horny.  I reached over and picked up the leather
corset and all its accessories.  "Would anyone like to see me in this?"

   The reactions in the room varied from Elaine's knowing smile, to two of
the women whose mouths hung open as their heads nodded, to two women who
seemed embarrassed by the idea.  The most interesting was our hostesses. 
She said forcefully, "Yes, put it on.  RIGHT NOW."

   Suddenly I wasn't sure what I had gotten myself into.  But still I
walked into the bathroom and removed the outfit I was wearing and began to
put on the various pieces of leather I had carried in with me.

   I started to take off the schoolgirl outfit and lay it next to the baby
doll.  I looked at the leather and nylon that I had brought in with me. 
This was crazy I said to myself, but I was also aroused.  I had never
before thought that modeling sexy stuff for a bunch of middle aged women
would turn my on so much.  Of course the fact that Elaine was there helped
since I was rapidly getting a crush on her.

   First I put on the corset.  I fully intended on wearing the thong from
the baby doll I had worn earlier, but wanted to see what the outfit would
look like on me without it.  The corset was snug and even my small breasts
had to be squeezed to fit through the holes in the cups, but they were also
supported nicely by the structure underneath.  My bottom was completely
nude and my unkempt naked mound looked like a wild patch of brush on an
otherwise smooth plain.

   The stockings had a design on them I had not seen when Elaine had laid
them on the table.  Small whips and handcuffs made a very beautiful pattern
in the lace.  You really could not see what they were unless you looked
closely.  I loved the way they looked on my legs as I attached the garters
to them.  The black of the stockings made my blonde mound even more
prominent.  I wished I had a pair of shears handy to trim it and make it
less prominent.  Even a brush, to sort of tame it, would have been handy.

   Next came the cuffs.  I decided to try on the ankle cuffs first.  They
felt smooth and sexy against my skin.  The wrist cuffs were the same, but
somehow those made me feel restrained for the first time.  There was
something about just having them on that made me feel like someone else was
suddenly in control.  When I added the collar the feeling became more
intense.  I found myself unconsciously touching myself, running my fingers
through my tangle of pubic hair, pinching my nipples.  I looked at the
thong of the baby doll lying on the floor where I had left it.  I realized
that it would look silly with the rest of the outfit.  The red satin would
be so out of place with all the black and leather.  Neither my own panties
nor the white cotton ones of the schoolgirl outfit would work either.  I
took a gulp from my drink and decided to go out as is.  The only real funny
thing I noticed about the outfit as I looked in the mirror was my pigtails.
I sort of looked like a kinky version of Heidi.

   When I walked out of the bathroom another tape was playing on the TV. 
Two women were on the screen, one voraciously eating out the other. 
Everyone had there eyes glue to the screen except Elaine, who when she saw
me gave me a big smile and a wink.  Her eyes traveled over my body,
stopping first at my naked breasts and then at my exposed pussy.  She
reached over and was going to turn off the tape when I shook my head no. 
Instead I just walked in front of the TV to get the other women's
attention.

   I was amazed by the variety of reactions once again.  Three of the women
actually blushed and turned away.  Two looked embarrassed, but couldn't
help but check me out, staring at my naked breasts and pussy.  One excused
herself almost immediately to use the bathroom, her hands trembling as she
carried her drink over to the bar.  And our hostess, she just nodded
approvingly, smiling, no smirking, as she leaned back into the couch, her
finger playing with her inner thigh.

   Elaine stood up and quickly attached a leash to the collar.  "Oh I
forgot, it also comes with this leash and these straps if you buy the whole
set." I looked down and saw that four leather straps, each with a clip like
that on the end of the leash had been attached to the four legs of the
table.  This table was large probably 6 feet square so that it would be
easily accessible to anyone sitting on the sectional.  It also meant that
it was more than large enough for a person to lie down on.  I hadn't
noticed until then that most of the table had been cleared off.

   "Now you will notice that each cuff and the collar all have rings for
attaching the clips.  Lynne, if you will lay down just for a moment,"
Elaine pulled downward on the leash from behind.  To avoid choking I had to
obey her command.  I lowered myself to the table and as she continued her
pressure, leaned back until I was completely lying down.  Elaine took one
of my hands and held it out, clipping it into the first strap.

   "Now if you ladies would be so kind," Elaine motioned for each of them
to attach the other straps to my ankles and other wrist.  Each strap was
adjustable so as they attached them they were able to pull them tight.

   I suddenly found myself spread-eagle on the table, my legs towards the
sectional, and my head towards the TV.  I was completely exposed, my bare
and now very damp and opening mound easily visible to everyone in the room.

   "Now, of course most people would use these on a bed, but as you can see
there are many other options.  Tables, a chair, over the back of a couch
are all options.  Also, as you can see, once a person is clipped in, it
would be almost impossible to escape, so make sure you trust whoever you
play with these types of toys completely."

   Elaine got up and was standing almost right above my face as she spoke,
her legs spread slightly.  When I looked up I noticed a completely hairless
mound.  She was not wearing any panties.  She reached over and picked up
the riding crop from the edge of the table.  I shuddered and squirmed,
suddenly realizing what a vulnerable situation I had put myself in.  I also
felt my mound growing wetter, opening more; I could almost smell my own
scent filling the room.  I was scared and excited at the same time.  My
head was spinning from a combination of the alcohol and the fact that
somehow I had let myself get strapped down, nearly naked, in a room full of
women I didn't even know.

   The hostess spoke next.  "Yes, it seems like when someone is tied up
like this you could do almost anything you want to them." She looked me
over, like she was examining some inanimate object.  "Isn't this also a
piece of the outfit?" She reached down and picked up the blindfold and a
second later everything was dark.  I could no longer see what was going on.

   "You know, this looks like something I would like to see how it works,"
the hostesses voice continued.  I heard a slight buzzing noise as well as
the sound of a woman having an orgasm from the surround sound speakers. 
Suddenly something touched my left nipple.  It was buzzing, vibrating and
it felt wonderful.

   "Oh god," I exclaimed involuntarily and arched my hips up off the table.

   I heard the voice of the woman who had gone to the bathroom.  She was
asking for something.  Another sound, and another feeling on my other
nipple made me tense up.

   "No," I started to say.  Suddenly I was scared.  Things had gone too
far. But as I started to ask them to stop I suddenly heard Elaine's voice
whispering in my ear.

   "Easy baby, I won't let them hurt you, just relax and enjoy what is
happening," her lips brushed my ear as she whispered.  Her hot breath made
my body even more receptive to the sensations that were starting to
envelope it.

   Suddenly someone brushed against my inner thigh.  Suddenly another
sensation, something entering my open and receptive mound as a set of lips
covered mine.  Whatever was entering me started to fill me, then something
brushed against my pearl.  At that moment whoever was controlling it must
have turned it on because suddenly I felt for the first time why we love
vibrators so much.  The tingling that shot through my pearl, and from there
my entire body made me moan deeply as I opened my mouth and let a waiting
tongue in to explore.  Whoever was kissing me was very good at it.

   A vibrator left one of my nipples and was replaced by a set of lips, a
tongue and nibbling teeth.  I felt fingers exploring me, caressing,
massaging, pinching and tickling.  I heard rustling, heard a zipper being
lowered.  I felt skin touch my skin.  I felt a breast brush against mine, a
nipple joining the vibrator still teasing my other breast.  The set of lips
that had been joined to mine suddenly disappeared and I smelled someone's
sex as smooth skin was brushing against my lips.  My tongue reached out and
I tasted, for the first time in my life, another woman.

   I am not really sure exactly what happened next but I know I tasted more
than one woman.  The first was shaved bare, was it Elaine's?  I had noticed
hers was naked but I had no way of being sure.  Her skin was so soft on my
lips and tongue.  I found that the blindfold only added to my excitement.
Who was this?  I knew I must be doing something right by the moans and
eventual scream of orgasm when I sucked her pearl, whose pearl I wondered,
deep into my mouth and nibbled at it with my teeth.  As soon as she left
however another took her place.  Hairy, bushy, with full large lips and a
pearl that seemed to be almost an inch long, who did this belong to?  How
different she felt to my lips, tongue and nose.  How different she smelled
and tasted.  I didn't care who, I only wanted to explore, smell and taste
her.  I only wanted to give her pleasure.

   Soon however I could no longer ignore what was going on between my own
legs.  Whoever was working the Rabbit, for I had identified it by this
point, really knew what they were doing.  She would bring me to the very
edge of orgasm, only to back off, leaving me balancing on a razors edge. 
But I had reached my limit.  The next time she brought me close I started
to hump against her movements.  At the same time I started to devour what
was now my third woman's mound.  Different again, with soft downy fur and a
taste that was much sweeter than the last.  As I humped suddenly a tongue
joined the ears of the rabbit as several sets of fingers began to probe and
explore every inch of my body.  I small and well lubricated vibrating toy
suddenly began pressing against my anus.  As I arched my back it easily
slid into me and that sent me over the edge.  I screamed out as my body
tensed and bucked, as I pulled against the straps holding me down.  I
arched my back as the pussy in my face started to rub itself all over me,
covering my entire face with her juices, using my nose to rub her pearl
against as she to began to reach orgasm.  I tried to help her, tried to use
my tongue and mouth, but the tongues, the fingers and the toys were all
unrelenting as wave after wave crashed down on me, and just when I thought
they would have mercy, that I had had enough, they would come again and
stimulate me once more until I finally cried out and collapsed into a
soundless darkness that no blindfold could provide.

   When I awoke I had been released from the straps and was lying on the
couch, my head cradled in the hostesses naked lap.  I noticed her mound was
also naked.  Elaine was curled up like a cat at the hostess's feet wearing
only a collar.  Everyone else had left.

   "She is awake," the hostess said when I opened my eyes.  She reached
down and started to gently roll one of my nipples between her fingers,
almost absentmindedly, as one might stroke a cat if she were lying in your
lap.

   Elaine looked up at me and smiled.  She took my hand and kissed it
gently, then held it to her cheek.  "I am so glad you are awake," she
whispered to me softly.  "I am so glad that you had a chance to meet my
mistress," she reached over and started to unzip the third bag, the one she
had not opened.  "And the night is still so young." She reached inside. 
And what a night it was.

   Elaine and I still do parties at our mistress's house once a month as
well as others whenever we can.  Few of them are nearly as lucrative as the
ones at the hostess's mansion.  The last one we did there had over twenty
women present and cleared us almost $3500 in sales.  I have taken over the
duties once delegated to the 'Celebrating Orgasm' video and have found I
have a real knack for demonstrating many of our toys to the women at our
parties.  Most love the one on one attention we provide.  I have also
started doing some parties on my own, and am keeping my eyes open for
someone I can sign up as a rep.  Of course I will have to have Elaine help
me teach her some of our sales tricks.