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Chapter 7
It was another night in L.A. and I was driving the mistress to the dungeon
from her house in the
Hollywood Hills.  She enjoyed having a nude chauffeur and she also knew I
hated to do it.  I
knew that there were too many ways to get into trouble doing this.  When I
saw the red lights in
my rear view mirror, I almost fainted.
"Just sit there and let me talk" Pamela said with an air of bravado.  When
the female officer came
to the window, she did a double take.  My hands were in my lap, trying to
cover my nakedness
but it wasn't doing much good.
"What the hell is going on here?" she demanded.  "Lady, are you in trouble?"
"Not at all officer" Pamela replied. "My slave is just driving me around."
"It's nice and dark and it
does embarrass him so."
"You can't do this lady" the cute policewoman told her.  "I admit it sounds
like fun, but I think I
may have to take you in."
"Now officer" Pamela told her, "We're not hurting anyone and I'm sure he
would do almost
anything to avoid trouble."  "Isn't there anything we can do for you?"
The way that she said it
made me realize that Pamela's antenna was working and that she was banking
on the fact that the
young policewoman was a kindred soul.
I was totally stunned when she smiled and replied, "You know, there is
something you can do for
me."  "My sister gives lingerie parties and I was going to one after work."
"Her model for the
male stuff couldn't make it and I think that he would do a fine job."  "If
you are interested in
avoiding trouble, why don't you follow me?"
She got back into her cruiser and motioned for me to follow.  We drove over
to the 405 and
down into Marina Del Ray. We entered a parking garage of a high-rise a block
off the ocean and
parked.  The officer came back with a police raincoat and told me to put
this on.
"I'm off duty now so we should have some fun" she explained as we got into
the elevator.  Pamela
walked with us acting like a queen.  She always seemed to be in charge of
any situation.  When
we got off the elevator on the 10th floor, the police lady led us to an
apartment and knocked.
The door opened to reveal a room full of typical Southern California young
women.
They were in a party mood and were laughing and dancing.  We made an unusual
entrance
that silenced the crowd.  When the hostess explained that the policewoman
was her sister, the
group relaxed a little but there were still a lot of looks at Pamela and
myself.
"Girls, I saved your party, I found you a model" joked officer Rica.  "I
think
you'll like him."
Pamela volunteered me to serve drinks for the hostess and she thought that
this would be a nice
kinky twist to her little party.  Of course, Pamela had to pull the raincoat
off me to the shrieks and
squeals of the assembled young women. Although I pleaded to let me wear
something, I was outvoted by the ladies who were really getting into the
whole scene. I did my
turn as a waiter but there was always a hand patting my butt.  They had a
good time making jokes
and nasty comments.  Eventually, the sister started to give her lingerie
party and I was able to sit
behind the group of women.  The first items were the typical nightgowns and
teddies.  When
she went into the lotions and sexual toys, the mood started to become a
little more ribald.  Some
of the younger hardbodies thought nothing of opening a blouse or pulling up
a T-shirt to try the
creams or teasing one of their friends by pushing the plastic vibrators
under their skirts.  When
the hostess asked for a volunteer to model the g-string outfits, a buxom
brunette stood and started
to pull off her clothes. The other ladies whooped and hollered and she
pulled the tiny cloth patch
over her curvaceous body and then paraded around the living room.  The
policewoman's sister
then announced that the only items left were for the husbands and
boyfriends.
"Bring the model up" they all started yelling and I was pulled from my seat
into the center of the
room.  I was told to display the various jock strap devices and cock rings.
The sexual tension was
now becoming very serious when the hostess turned on the vibrating cock-ring
and my
prick started to respond.
"OOOHHHHH, look at that" a girl squealed, "He's getting a nice big hard on".
"Put some of the
heat lotion on him" another one suggested and then I was being covered with
a red lotion that
became warm when it hit the skin.
"Blow on it Sally, make it get hot" one friend yelled to another and Sally
did. She moved her head
next to my straining organ and blew until I could feel the heat on my skin.
I felt like the only
drink of water in a desert from the looks on the faces of the buyers.
Pamela sensed that these ladies were now very horny but didn't have the
nerve to take the next
step.  She walked up to me and started rubbing my thickening cock.
"Why don't you show these nice ladies how hot you can get?" "Give them a
show."
"I don't think they want to see that mistress" I pleased. "Why don't we go
now?"
"WE WANT A SHOW" several of the women started to chant.  It was the same
phenomenon that
occurs at Chippendale's and that type of club.  When you get women alone
together, they get
worse that men. They wanted me to entertain them now.  A small dark beauty
handed Pamela a
lubricant and told her that "this is what he needs."
Pamela opened the tube and squeezed a large glob on my cock.  "Go ahead,
show them how this
works."  I knew from her tone I had no choice.  I grabbed my cock and spread
the lotion over the
shaft.  Slowly I started to stroke my turgid organ as I watched the hungry
eyes of the women.
The joking had now stopped and I could see real lust starting.  Some on
their hands were creeping
up to their breasts or between their thighs.  A few were even stroking the
girl next to them.
"Pump it slave, show them how you like to jerk off" "Show them how you like
to cum." Pamela
was ordering me and it was distracting me.
I started to lose my erection which made Pamela upset.  I thought that the
ladies were going to
see what happens to slaves who don't please their mistresses. Fortunately
for me, the
Policewoman walked over and told Pamela that maybe I just needed a little
inspiration.
Looking at me, she started to unbutton her blue uniform.
"Tell me slave boy, have you ever seen a naked police lady?"  "What do you
think I
have under my uniform?" "Well, slave boy, I am naked under my uniform
because it turns
me on!" She was swaying as she teased me while flicking her tongue over her
full lips.  This really
got the other women going again and they started yelling "Take if off,
strip!"  The police woman
grinned and started to sway more while revealing her hard body.  She was
showing more skin
and it really started to turn me on.  When the big tits came into view, I
got my hardness back.
When the blue pants came off and I saw her full pussy lips, I started to
feel the liquid surging up
from my balls.  When her hands, replaced mine and began to stroke the slick
flesh, I knew
that it was only a matter of seconds before I lost my load.  The ladies were
chanting "Make him
cum" and I was bucking my hips. LAPD's finest was giving me a tongue filled
kiss and pulling on
my cock as fast as she could move her hand.  She pushed her full body
against mine and started to
rub up and down.  Slowly, she slid down my torso and licked at my throbbing
cock.  I put my
hand on my prick and gave the last few strokes that were needed to finish.
The force of
the ejaculation shot the white cream onto the face, tits and belly of the
woman in blue.  The
audience was thrilled by the sight of my climax and cheered.  I knew a lot
of boyfriends and
husbands were going to get lucky tonight.
"Not bad" whispered my arresting officer.  "Maybe I'll take you home to play
with sometime when
your mistress is not using you."  "Now what am I going to do with all this
cum on my body?"
"Oh, he will take card of that" Pamela said.  "Slave, clean this nice lady
up."  I knew what I had to
do and sucked all of my load off her face, her breasts and her fingers.  I
was also ordered
to lick her belly until it was all gone.  I wish I could have stayed at the
party but Pamela decided I
was enjoying myself too much.  A sex slave is for the enjoyment of the
mistress I was told.



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