I Ubered to my auction carrying several outfits in a garment bag. I wore jeans and babydoll T-shirt in case someone wanted to fuck the girl next door.Nicolette ushered me into makeup as soon as I walked in. Within an hour she had me presentable. I wore a beautiful emerald green velvet corset with black lace accents and matching green pumps, black thigh high nylons, and panties with garter straps attached.“I don’t look lik...

The Saturday morning, just six days before my action, I awoke to the feeling of someone sitting on the bed next to me. I waited with closed eyes to be shaken, and then used, however they wanted me, but they remained seated, disturbing me no further.“I guess one of you finally discovered I’m not locking my door,” I said without opening my eyes.“Not really,” a female voice replied. I opened and turned a bleary eye to see Ni...

High school felt smaller somehow. In just three days, over the past weekend, my life changed completely and now school halls loomed in around me, tight and claustrophobic. Friends greeted me with the same sense of fun, interest, or cool indifference as before. Class curriculum remained the same. An uneasy, unfamiliar emotion settled over me like a pall. At lunch, sitting amongst my good friends, I recognized the uneasy fe...

I got an idea of how connected Bete’s organization was on Sunday morning when Curly took me to the DMV. The place was locked down, of course, but a short wide woman with a Filipino accent met us at the locked glass door. Curly pulled a fat envelope from his breast pocket. She opened the door, grabbed the packet, and motioned us in. Despite the obvious bribe, the woman ran me through the driver’s test and the eye chart bef...

The hot shower felt amazing, as she knew it would. So Ariel took her time under the hot spray, probably too much time, since she walked out of the bathroom into her dark bedroom.“Guys?” she whispered. “Who sleeps at a sleepover? Seriously.”“Yeah, come to bed, Ariel,” said Bell. “Cindy has early practice and I have work and it’s late.”Ariel let her eyes adjust to the dark until she could see who lay where. Cindy and Jasmin...

Bell’s three best friends sat silently the whole time, wrapped up in her sordid confession. Now, at its end, they stared at each other, waiting for someone to speak. No one seemed to know what to say.She couldn’t blame them. She, Belladonna, their life long friend, a whore and a deceiver by her own admission, deserved no mercy. But she wanted it. Hoped for it. She sat, waiting for judgement to fall on her.“You lying bitch...

Matthew unhooked my arms. I exhaled and slumped in exhaustion. He would release my ankles and remove my blindfold next, then we could go home. It was over. I’d passed his test. I badly needed to be fucked.Instead of pulling off my blindfold, Matthew moved away from me. Then I heard the loud, long scraping noise of something being dragged toward me. The cacophony stopped as cold metal bumped rudely against my sore ass. It...

It became a game between us. Unspoken. What humiliation would he demand? How low would I stoop? Almost anything, we knew. Any scrap of affection or moment of intimacy he promised I paid for with a currency of shame. I streaked across the city, his cum on my face, for a cuddle. What would I do for a fond caress? I came to dread he demands while pining for any morsel of affection. I paid for a hug with another public blowjo...

I heard the unmistakable roar of his damned motorcycle coming up the street. Matthew had returned. Pent up tension accumulated over the last four hours drained from me in a rush at the sound. Everyday I worried I would come home and find him gone. I deserved nothing less, but I couldn’t stand the thought of separation. Tonight, after working late, I came home to my own private hell: an empty house. I got out of bed, notic...

 [An interlude with Matthew] Some things are going to happen that will seem odd if we don't dip into Matthew's side of things for a bit.Keep your marital problems to yourself. Don’t even tell a friend, and never a co-worker. Good advice I would have given anyone until recently. You see, I did confide in Jack, my co-pilot, about our marital turmoil. In turn, he betrayed me. Sort of. He got Janice, our crew chief, involved...

“I have a confession to make,” said Bell.“Isn’t that the point?” asked Cindy.“Well, yeah. But... I got us ‘confessing’ about our first times because I’ve been too chickenshit to tell you all about my fucked up life,” she said. Bell took a deep draught from the flask as if to prove she still needed liquid courage. “I’ve wanted to tell you all for so long, but I’m not sure you’ll see me… No. I know you won’t see me the same...

“Wait, wait,” said Cindy. She pointed back to Jasmine, “you were in a private porno and you think I’m a slut?” “Sure,” shrugged Jasmine. “I’ve only been with Aaron. You’ve been around, that’s the rumor, anyway.” Ariel sighed in relief. Jasmine didn’t have any other boyfriends. Aaron and she sounded like fuck buddies, nothing for Ariel to feel jealous about. “I haven’t been around and or on camera,” corrected Cindy dramati...

“If you must know, Aaron was my first,” said Jasmine.“The guy who lives above your garage?”“Isn’t he Israeli?”“Yes. And yes,” she admitted. “And of course, he’s poor as dirt.”“And you’re…”“Palestinian. Obviously,” Jasmine didn’t need to say how well off her father was, her Model X was parked outside waiting to take her home in the morning.“I thought that was weird, him staying there,” said Bell.“It’s complicated, which I...

“Washing your breasts feels so nice, Bell. I can see why boys obsess about them,” said Ariel. She gazed at Bell’s hard pink nipples as her hands slipped over the brunette’s soapy breasts. “So much more fun than washing my own.”“You’re such a slut, Ariel,” said Bell. She nodded over Ariel’s shoulder. “Why don’t you get Jasmine clean while I wash your back.”Ariel pushed her thumbs across Bell’s nipples a little harder than...

“Where the fuck have you been?” she said. “In there,” I pointed and crooked my wrist around to indicate the bathroom, which was right past the bar and right again. I noticed her untouched drink sitting on the bar. “Why the aggro Rachel? Someone piss in your martini?” “Something like that,” Rachel snapped. “What took you so long?” “Nature called and we had a long talk,” I explained. She rolled her eyes irritably at my corn...