The Apartment

The author kindly advises that this story and its characters are entirely fictitious. It contains descriptions of exhibitionism, lesbian sex, and graphic language and is only suitable for persons over 18 years old.

The Apartment

(A legal specialist performs exhibitionist lesbian acts for her client’s entertainment)

Saturday evening at 10 pm. Driving rain lashed the dark floor-to-ceiling penthouse windows of an expensive apartment tower. A storm front had descended on downtown Boston. A laptop’s illuminated screen broke up the darkness of the penthouse lounge room. Placed on the cream-coloured ottoman, the screen was filled with images of hardcore lesbian fucking, of intertwined grinding bodies, of wild filthy sex...

A female business executive, enjoying a glass of wine on the lounge, was captivated by the debauchery. She watched how swollen pussy lips and wet, sticky pubic hair pressed into each other, how grinding red clits sent shock waves through the worm-like moving mass of bodies. Spellbound she followed the mesmerising carnal scene. The girls appeared to her to be ‘on to something’, the only way they would be able to keep up this kind of intensity.

Suddenly she reached over. Her trembling fingertips touched the screen. “Oh my god, is that who I think it is?” she whispered wide-eyed, as she closely watched a girl briefly appearing on the screen before her red panting face disappeared underneath another body squatting on top of her. The camera followed the many hands and lips that squeezed and sucked that girls’ restlessly moving, sweat-covered body. It showed a close-up of her bright red open vagina, surrounded by neatly trimmed dark pubic hair.

The woman’s long fingers slowly touched the keyboard. The computer logged off, the screen’s light gradually faded. Shocked, she hesitantly closed her laptop. Unsteady she stumbled through the semi-darkness towards the bathroom. The sound of running water from the shower area merged with the noise of the rain, lashing against the large apartment windows. The cool running water gave her at least some relief. It was such a turn-on, watching those hot young girls in an orgy, fucking each other’s brains out…

Especially when one of those girls turned out to be your work colleague…

While touching herself in the shower, she was still in disbelief over what she had just seen. Was that really her? A girl from her office, taking her clothes off in front of everyone, exposing herself stark naked in wild lesbian group sex?

If that was her colleague, how did it get to that?

“Yes? Hi Dee. Yes, I’m on my way in. I’m only 10 minutes away from the office. My previous appointment took longer than expected. Just start the meeting. Yeah, yeah, thanks, see you in ten.”

Elise Saunders turned off her car phone as she steered her black Audi convertible down the highway into Boston’s CBD. A short time later the car entered the underground parking of one of the city’s main office towers. On the fifth floor of the white steel-and-glass tower resided Ellersley Davis Ltd, one of the city’s main investment houses. Elise Saunders, employed at the firm as a legal specialist, was late for her 11 am meeting. Twenty years old, brunette, tall, attractive, short dark curls, dressed in an elegant, light-grey designer business suit. Elise’s thick gold-coloured band necklace under her white shirt accentuated her short dark hair and lightly tanned skin.

She was the only sibling of Thomas and Joan Saunders, wealthy and well-connected business people who had made their fortune in the insurance business. She was loath to admit it, but she had only been given the chance to join the firm as a result of her father’s connections.

The elevator doors closed as she pressed the fifth-floor button.

“Well, yeah, I hate it when you say it like this but I guess you’re right about my Dad’s influence. He knows a lot of business people around Boston and did make a few phone calls but then it was really up to me to prove my worth. Gosh look at the time, I need to hurry.”

”Oh hello, sorry I’m late. I do apologise. The previous meeting took too long. Am I on yet?”

“Ah, hi Elise. No, don’t worry dear. Just grab a seat and relax. You’ll be required at the end. Dee, can we get the girl some ‘sparkling’?” Elise shook hands with grey-blond Jo Matheson, a wealthy 50-year-old socialite and long-time high-value client of the company. As a prominent member of the social elite, she was also a close friend of Elise’s parents. The meeting not only involved Elise but also Dee Benson and her secretary Shay Baker. Dee was one of the managing partners of Ellersley Davis.

“Yes, I got my breath back, enjoyed my sparkling mineral water and, so far, was silently following the conversation between Jo and Dee Benson. I glanced at the digital clock on the wall. Just after 11 am, Wednesday, April 15th. My eyes wandered through the elegant boardroom with its walls covered in teak veneer and the large mahogany table. I tried to follow the discussion while I scrutinised Jo’s elegant black and silver outfit. She was a slim lady, good looking considering her age. Grey-blond shoulder length hair, nicely tanned skin, sparkling blue eyes, thin sensual lips, the perfect set of veneers. Lovely, her thick gold necklace band, undoubtedly the real deal, unlike the fake stuff I was wearing... Dee’s assistant, Shay, was a new intern. Typing away on her laptop, making notes of the meeting, I casually studied her features. Eighteen-years young, tanned and quite attractive. Very short curly blond hair, slim athletic body, a bit flat on the chest. Meanwhile, Jo and Dee continued their discussions. Topic was the future strategy of Jo’s financial assets. Every now and then they glanced at me with, what seemed to me like mysterious smiles…”

“Hmmm… whatever. Could be my imagination…”

“You’ve got anything to add to that Elise?” I heard Jo’s voice and quickly switched on. I opened my ledger and pulled out three sets of documents.

“Yeah, I prepared some legal notes,” I said while handing out the paperwork. I suggest we could maybe meet again next week to hammer out the final details and sign the documents.”

The meeting adjourned. Everyone left the boardroom. Jo and I were the last ones. I turned around as I suddenly felt her hand on my shoulder. Her soft lips and perfect teeth were very close to me as she smiled and gently closed the door.

“One more thing before we go, Elise,” Jo whispered while leaning over to me. “I have known you and your parents for a long time. I watched you grow up into a fine young woman. Your mum and I regularly meet and lunch together. You know I’m a well-to-do client and an important one for Ellersley Davis. I…eh…I spoke to Dee Benson about you. We both agreed that you’re very talented. You have a lot of, how shall I put it… ‘qualities’… Could be very beneficial for the company. I’ve suggested to Dee that you should become more involved with the management of me as a client. Would you… would you be OK with that?”

I smiled and felt very flattered. I had been working hard to prove myself, to get away from my father’s shadow. Still, this situation, us here at the door, her so close to me, felt somehow different. Her hand still rested on my shoulder. I notice her fingers, playing with strands of my short dark curls. Her lips and mine were so close. I glanced into her smiling eyes, confused.

I didn’t know what to think of it…

After all, what did I know about her? I had heard about her eccentricity, her slightly bohemian lifestyle. That she could be quite demanding. But all considered… this really was a step up. Here was a chance to further my career. I would manage a client on my own, maybe the first of many, and make my parents proud. I hesitantly agreed.

The next day, in the afternoon, I was in an internal boardroom meeting. There were about eight of us around the table. Financial advisers, partners, Dee Benson and me. Some of us had our laptops open. During the discussions, I glanced at my screen as an email arrived. Jo Matheson asked for a meeting at her home. She would send her chauffeured limo to pick me up at six. It seemed strange to me, so short after yesterday’s meeting. Why the urgency, why not wait till next week? I knew though that I didn’t have a choice. She was too valuable as a client and she knew it. During a tea break, I confirmed.

That late afternoon I stepped out of the limo and entered a restored colonial-style building on the outskirts of Boston’s CBD. Her large residence was on the fourth floor. I left the elevator and found her apartment number. Jo let me in and organised the refreshments as I marvelled at the size of her home. It covered almost half of the fourth floor. The many rooms had high ceilings with delicate stucco decor. The floors were partially polished timber and lush dark green carpet. The rooms were filled with antique furnishings. Large paintings in elaborate gold frames covered the light-grey walls. Jo’s home epitomised expensive elegance and style.

I settled in on a large cream-coloured sofa in the main living room and made myself comfortable amidst the patterned soft cushions. Jo returned from the kitchen and sat next to me as she served aperitifs and hors d'oeuvres. We conversed… We drank white wine and wandered through the many rooms while she gave a running commentary on the different features. As we paused at one of the high front windows she singled out an apartment, right across the narrow street, on the same level. The brand new tower on the opposite side had only recently been finished. Through the large glass frontage, one could see straight into the apartments’ main lounge room.

“You probably quietly asked yourself why I invited you over, Elise.” I nodded. While enjoying her hospitality I had wondered when the business part would come up.

Jo came closer to me. I felt her fingers running up my arm and heard her voice as we both glanced out of the window. “You see that apartment on the fourth floor over there? I own it. I bought it recently. It’s empty as you see, apart from the very large circular bed in the lounge room, behind the glass façade. It serves a purpose though. It’s for, let's call it, …’ the entertainment’… of me and most of my neighbours in this building…” I looked at her smiling eyes, confused.

Entertainment?

Jo nodded as her fingers gently straightened the collar of my white shirt. “You see Elise, I told your mother Joan over lunch recently that I not only found you a competent professional but also quite attractive. That you were a talented girl in so many ways… Your mum smiled and proudly agreed. You know Elise; I would like to see you utilise all your… ‘talents’… for Ellersley Davis.”
I was flattered but found the situation unsettling. I still wasn’t sure where all this was going. She looked into my questioning eyes and continued; “There are girls that are invited over at the apartment sometimes. Girls who enjoy experimenting with other girls. They explore their… sensual side… and share that with us… as spectators…” Jo turned around, looked out of the window while slightly pushing aside the thin white sheer curtains. “You know Elise,” she continued while glancing at me over her shoulder; “For some time now I have thought about… what it would be like… I mean… if you would be at the apartment… over there… sharing your… ‘other talents’… with us…”

It slowly started to dawn on me what she was getting at. I stared at her smiling face in utter disbelief. The shock made my mind go blank. I blushed. I found her suggestion offensive and highly inappropriate… For a moment I thought of abruptly leaving but I was in two minds. She was too important as a client. Also, I couldn’t walk out for other reasons. There was the firm… there were my parents…

There was my ego…

So I decided to show discipline and restraint. I tried my utmost to be diplomatic; “Wow, I...eh, I’ve got very little experience with all that. I...eh, I don’t think I’d be the type for that Jo, to be honest…”

Jo just smiled benignly. She moved really close to me. “I think,” she said while running her fingers through my short curly hair; “I think you would be… very… suited, my dear.” With open mouth and bated breath, I followed her long, tanned, slightly wrinkly fingers circling the top button of my white shirt, sliding around the contours of my small chest. I gradually realized there was a hidden, devious side, to this elegant and sophisticated older lady. She slowly moved around me, ogling my curves. “From what I see you have… everything… that is required, Elise. I think… with your… eh… ‘assets’… you would be very suitable… and a very quick learner.” I noticed how Jo almost breathed those last words. “But I sense, … you might need some time to think it over, to get used to this quite… unusual… and, well, shall I say, rather ‘intriguing’ idea.”

For a few seconds, I just blankly stared at her, while trying to come to grips with all this. I eventually managed to produce a faint, polite smile. I slowly finished my wine and tried to make a dignified exit amidst the most uncomfortable silence. “Oh, Elise,” Jo said while letting me out; “There’s a business function tomorrow night at The Continental Hotel. You and your parents, you will attend, won’t you? Maybe we could catch up, somewhere private, and talk about all this a bit further in detail…” A nod, a quick glance. I was still too shell shocked… What did she think I was? A slut? A whore? I just quickly headed for the elevator, trying to hide my indignation and inner turmoil.

The thought of what was happening at Jo’s apartment, however, kept me awake that night. My mind just didn’t leave me alone. The initial shock of her indecent proposal had subsided. I had been single for some time. There had been no time or energy for anything else than work. My imagination ran wild with images of naked girls grinding and, in front of the sliding windows, exposing themselves to ‘their audience’ high up across the street. It was 2 am. In my anxiety, I had kicked off the bed sheets. Aroused, naked and restless, I rolled onto my stomach, spread my legs and pushed up my buttocks. My face buried itself deep into the pillows. My fingers frantically slid up and down in between my labia, trying to sooth the twitching between my slim legs. It didn’t take long for my trembling body to seize up. I pushed up my small hot buttocks, I gasped, I let out a small scream. I felt my lower muscles seize up. “Oh, fuck yeah,” I whispered as my orgasm reached my brain. My loud ecstatic moans filled the atmosphere of my quiet apartment. God, coming was the best thing ever. I finally got up and stumbled naked into the bathroom for a shower. Dripping wet I casually wandered through my apartment. I showed myself off in front of the large standing mirror, turning, squatting and groping my slightly tanned hard naked flesh. It felt so good, squeezing my flat breasts and towering hard pink nipples.

Had I been too easily shocked, too judgmental, too prudish? Was Jo right? Did I have certain… ‘talents’… ‘assets’… that others would want to see? Would I enjoy exhibiting myself… stark naked, showing my most private parts to strangers?

What would it be like… to take my clothes off… in front of Jo Matheson… Me, naked, turning for her, showing myself off, slightly opening my legs, following her eyes, how she would ogle my buttocks, my small breasts, my pubic hair, my hot vagina…

Would I have the courage?

I thought about my colleagues at Ellersley Davis. Did anyone know about Jo’s indecent proposals, about her lesbian ‘entertainment’? Did they quietly endorse it as a ‘price to pay’ for her ongoing patronage? I studied myself in front of the large mirror while spreading my legs more and more. I tried different poses. I imagined myself in Jo’s apartment, in front of the glass façade. I would look at the many people on the other side while fingering myself between my legs. I would slightly turn, showing myself from different angles, displaying my smooth, stark naked flesh to ‘my audience’, in all its raw confronting detail.

The next day in my office behind my laptop, the erotic visions from the previous night still occupied my brain. I squeezed my legs together as my eyes wandered towards the hallway. I left my desk, wandered into the long corridor and glanced at my female colleagues, passing me by. How many of them knew about this? Were they somehow involved? Had some of them discretely agreed to ‘perform’ at Jo’s apartment? My hot imagination ran riot.

A hand, touching my arm, startled me. “Elise, you look lost. Are you in thoughts?” Dee Benson’s voice brought me back to reality. “Oh, …yes, sorry Dee. I was distracted for a moment.”

“Is it about Jo Matheson maybe, everything OK with her, Elise?”

“Yes, I was at her place yesterday. Looks nice where she lives. We had a very interesting conversation…”

“Remember Elise, she’s important. She might be a bit demanding, even eccentric. Just try to manage her, try to keep her happy. We make a lot of money from her in fees, we can’t afford to lose such clients.”

Dee’s intern, Shay Baker, looking for a few signatures, interrupted her. I slightly nodded as I slowly went back down the hallway, towards my office. I turned around and saw Dee in the distance, signing papers.

Was Dee somehow involved? How much did she know about all this? And young sexy Shay… Did she maybe agree to take her clothes off for Jo? Did she offer her naked hard body for Jo’s gratification?

With my mind in turmoil, I returned to my desk and my laptop. An email icon flashed on the screen. It was from Jo Matheson. I double-clicked. She confirmed she would be at the Continental Hotel tonight. She wanted to talk things over with me. I knew what the conversation would be about. The sexual tension felt like a fever and made me feel on edge. Under the desk, my long fingers slid in between my legs, rubbing against the fabric of my tight light grey pants, trying to mitigate the discomfort.

My mind still hesitated. My body had already made up its mind.

That evening, on the back seat of my taxi to the hotel, I watched the deserted streets and neon lights flash past the car window. I was nervous and in thoughts, trying to prepare myself for the conversation with Jo. The taxi pulled into the hotel driveway. A valet opened the door. I stepped out and straightened my knee-length black cocktail dress while clutching my silver purse.

My mum and dad were waiting for me in the lobby. Together we strolled through the foyer towards the main ballroom. The space was packed, with around eighty guests in evening attire attending the function. Waiters dressed in black uniforms with white gloves offered champagne and hors d’ oeuvres while a string quartet was playing in the far corner. Friends and acquaintances immediately surrounded my parents and engaged in animated conversation. One of them was Jo Matheson, a dear friend of my mother Joan.

“Hello Elise, I just told your mum how well you’re doing at Ellersley Davis. Sorry Joan, I just have to whisk her away for a moment and introduce her to someone...” As Jo pulled me away I looked over my shoulder at my mum who just smiled and raised her champagne glass.

“Oh Ella dear, do you have a moment? I want you to meet someone.” Jo gestured at someone in the room. A tall, slim, and tanned middle-aged woman with short black hair separated herself from the crowd. “Elise,” Jo said; “May I introduce you to Ella Anderson, a long time friend of mine. Ella is a photographer who works for real estate companies. Ella, this is Elise Saunders, a legal specialist with Ellersley Davis.”

“Hello Elise. Hmmm… ‘Saunders’… the daughter of Thomas and Joan I presume?” Elise nodded and smiled as she shook Ella’s hand and exchanged air kisses. She couldn’t help noticing Ella’s bright blue piercing eyes and slightly masculine face. “Yes Ella,” Jo continued; “Elise now… personally… handles my business at Ellersley Davis…”

Yes, I somehow missed those mysterious smiles between Jo and Ella as my mother found me in the crowd and demanded my presence. “Sorry Jo, I just have to borrow her for a moment to meet some friends of ours.”
Later in the evening Elise and Jo’s eyes met again across the room. Elise hesitated. She knew Jo expected her to make a decision. She thought about her career at Ellersley Davis, the importance of Jo Matheson as a client, and her desire to escape her fathers’ shadow. She watched her parents mingle in the crowd. They didn’t know about their daughters’ naked ambition. They didn’t know she was considering taking her clothes off for her client. She watched Jo slowly moving towards the foyer. “Have you eh… have you considered my proposal?” Jo asked as they caught up. Elise tightly clutched her silver purse, slightly blushed and just nodded. “Yeah, I eh… I thought it over and... well…”

Jo just smiled. “I’m glad you have decided to ‘accommodate’ my request. I’m looking forward to watching you utilize your many eh, ‘talents’. I’ve told my neighbours about you. They’re all at home, standing at their windows. Some even with their telescopes, ready for your ‘performance’. Why don’t you join me in the limo. Your ‘audience’ is waiting.” Elise glanced over her shoulder. In the distance, she could see her parents, surrounded by friends in the ballroom. They were unaware their daughter was about to perform in a peepshow.

All those people, waiting in eager anticipation to ogle her stark naked body. A scary thought, but strangely exciting at the same time. She turned around and nervously followed Jo towards the waiting limousine.

“You know Elise,” Jo said while the limo silently floated through the empty streets towards her apartment; “I somehow sensed that you would accept my invitation. You see, I’ve known you and your mum since you were a little girl.” I always thought you were, well…. very talented...” The car slowly floated around the corner. A nervous Elise felt Jo’s breath and her fingers, playing with her short curls. She looked into Jo’s glazed eyes.

There was indeed a very disturbing side to this proper older lady. Elise’s mind was slowly going numb. Jo’s fingers had traveled further downwards and grazed the inside of her slightly opening legs. She was so aroused she couldn’t think straight anymore. With Jo’s hand in between her legs, she squeezed them tighter together to somehow suppress the incessant twitching. “Hmmm,” Jo whispered, with her hand still stuck deep, her fingers rubbing over her panties; “Oh dear, I feel you’re very ready for ‘your audience’, aren’t you?”

Yeah, that limo ride. I discovered what kind of an indecent lady she really was. Her slightly wrinkly lips were really close to mine. We could have easily kissed. I felt her fingers, stuck in between my legs, pushing deeper, pressing against my vagina. Given the chance, she would have ‘tasted’ me between my legs right there on the back seat. I glanced at the driver, watching us through his rearview mirror. Those dark prying eyes. But yes, I admit. I wanted him to watch. I could have easily taken my clothes off for him. I would have told him to keep on driving. I would have teased him, showing him my ‘assets’ from different angles, posing for him on the back seat.

The limo stopped. Jo and Elise left the car, took the elevator and entered Jo’s modern apartment. They both went down the sparsely lit hallway towards the lounge. This was where it all would happen. The ceiling spotlights, the round rotating bed. In thoughts, her fingers touched the red leather upholstery. She slowly went to the floor-to-ceiling glass sliding doors and looked across at the building on the other side. All the lights on the opposite side were on. She could see ‘her audience’ as silhouettes, standing behind their windows. “You see Elise,” Jo said from the back while flicking a few switches; “They’re all eagerly waiting for you. Many even have telescopes. They all want to see what you’ve got to offer…” Elise glanced behind her as Jo switched on the lights.

She gazed at the slowly rotating bed and changing spotlights. This was the stage where she would be naked, showing herself off to ‘her audience’. “We’re waiting my dear. Shall I help you… unzip… your elegant black dress?” Jo’s soft voice was right behind her. She was still hesitant but knew she didn’t want to disappoint her. She thought about her parents, socialising in their stylish outfits at The Continental. They didn’t know their daughter was about to take her clothes off for her client. This apartment. The windows. All those people over there… waiting. This was where she would exhibit herself, stark naked, and touch herself in front of everyone. Behind her was her client who demanded her flesh in all it's raw, confronting detail. She ventured towards the glass facade where ‘her audience’ grew impatient, then slowly turned around, looked at Jo and gradually pulled down the back zip of her black dress. She gently slid it off her shoulders, showing Jo and ‘her audience’ her tiny black underwear in front of the window.

“Open the sliding doors, Elise, and step out onto the balcony.” Elise followed Jo’s directions. She felt the cool air flowing inside, swirling around her. “Go outside Elise, and slowly take everything off. Your ‘audience’ wants to see you naked. Then come inside onto the bed.” Elise turned and glanced over her shoulder at Jo as she stepped out onto the balcony. The street down below was quiet at this time of night. She saw her voyeurs as shadows on the other side and felt their prying eyes. She took a deep breath, gathered her courage, and unclipped her bra. As it slid off she squeezed her small hard breasts.

“You want to see this? Yeah, look at me…” Elise whispered the words as she revelled in her nakedness in front of ‘her audience’. She looked across the street as she slowly unclipped her panties and pulled away the fabric, revealing her neatly trimmed black pubic hair around her protruding labia. From the inside, Jo stared at her hard naked butt cheeks. Elise was focused on the crowd in front of her. She leaned back against the window, fingering herself between her opening legs. “Look at me,” she breathed. “This is what you’re all here for, aren’t you? I’m your entertainment tonight. Look at my red vagina. Can you see inside? Can you all see how wet it is? I will show you everything… everything…” She felt the many staring eyes as she touched herself and squeezed her flat hard chest, giving herself as a hot fuck toy to her demanding audience.

Eventually, she turned around, carefully stepped inside and showed herself naked in front of Jo. “Is this what you always wanted to see Jo, is this how you always wanted me?” she teased, while still fingering herself. “Yeah…hmmm… very nice,” Sandra whispered. “Yeah… this is what I wanted for many years… It was worth the wait, Elise. Very nice indeed…” Jo was for a moment mesmerised by Elise turning in front of her, stark naked. She had waited a very long time to see Joan Saunders’ young daughter like this. Elise moved forward, connecting with Jo’s stretched out hand. She slightly pushed up her chest as it squeezed her small breasts. Breathlessly she followed it sliding down across her hard midriff. She gasped and stared at Jo. The hand went straight between her legs. Elise moaned and moved her midriff. Jo’s hand grabbed her hard in her pubic hair. “Oh yeah Jo,” she breathed. “Yeah, right there. Feel me up, as you always wanted.” “Hmmm,” Jo whispered; “Just lovely. Lovely flesh you’ve got, and a supple young vagina. You will be perfect for what I have in mind…” Elise just sighed. She closed her eyes and moaned while slightly opening her legs, fucking Jo’s fingers that slid through her pubic hair in between her sensitive labia. She gazed into Jo’s eyes and read the old lady’s extreme excitement.

“Oh yeah Elise,” Jo breathed. “I always wanted your naked body. You will be a… very… talented ‘fucker’ indeed, Miss Saunders…”

Elise just faintly smiled. She somehow suddenly liked that crude word. Stark naked, she slowly moved onto the rotating bed under the spotlight. She leaned back on her stretched out arms behind her. This is where all the fucking would take place, right in front of her demanding ‘audience’. The bed slowly turned until Elise faced Jo. She threw her head back and opened up her legs really wide, playing with herself while giving Jo a close-up view of her opening vagina. “Look at me Jo,” she sighed. “Look at your naked girl. See what she’s got between her legs.” Jo incessantly stared at Elise on the rotating bed from a distance. She definitely had the ‘talents’ to be a star performer. “Open your legs wider Elise, masturbate for me and ‘your audience’, show them what kind of a… horny girl… you are.” Elise was slowly losing herself in the moment, showing herself off, stark naked, on the slow-turning bed under the spotlight. She started to love the situation she was in. The changing lights, Jo at the back of the lounge, the voyeurs on the other side… They were all ogling her, staring at her ‘assets’. She went on her back, spread her legs impossibly wide and lifted her midriff, showing off her opening slit. “Yeah, look at me. All of you,” Jo heard her whisper.

“I will be your ‘entertainment’ tonight. I will be your…horny fucker.”

The voyeurs across the road were glued to their telescopes. They had an excellent view of Elise, as she displayed every inch of her stark naked flesh before them. They watched her lean body contort under the spotlight as she masturbated wildly, giving some relief to the twitching between her legs. She was the center of a hot peepshow and loved every bit of it.

“Turn around Elise. Open up your hard butt cheeks. Your audience wants to see everything, they want to look right in there.” Elise followed Jo’s instructions and turned around.

Elise was too aroused to care anymore. She was on all fours, spreading her knees wide, bending her back. She had turned into submissive fuck meat. Her mesmerised ‘audience’ watched it all through their telescopes.

At the back of the lounge, Jo was touching herself through her elegant black dress. This was a dream come true. She had always imagined doing this with Elise, when she glanced at her, while politely socialising with her mother. And now her dream had become a reality.

Jo observed how Elise fingered herself more intensely. Her body was curling and twisting. Her face gradually distorted. “Oh fuck,” Jo heard her whisper. The round bed slowly kept on turning. As she faced Jo, their eyes met. “Oh fuck Jo, I’m so gonna come. Look at me Jo, look at how I come in front of you.” She suddenly trembled and gasped as her body stiffened up. It shook and lifted itself off the dildo, bending backward into an impossible curve. Her butt cheeks clenched together. Jo saw liquid shooting out of Elise’s throbbing red hole. Her eyes wandered over Elise’s raw twitching slit, her lean, sweat-covered body, and small rock hard breasts.

Jo was very impressed. She couldn’t stop touching herself through her expensive black cocktail dress. She felt breathless, her mouth was dry. She was mesmerised by the Elise’s raw, confronting performance. Joan Sanders’ daughter was a very talented exhibitionist fucker. She would use her but let her wait. Keep her hungry. Eventually, Elise would do anything she’d ask of her…

Anything…

Jo smiled as her hand slowly reached for the switches. The round bed gradually stopped turning. The lights above Elise’s naked exhausted body on the bed gradually faded.

Later that night a black limo arrived in front of Elise’s apartment building. Dressed in her black knee-length elegant cocktail dress, clutching her silver purse, she climbed the stairs. She watched the red taillights of the car disappear in the distance as she swiped her keycard and entered the building. In her apartment, she kicked off her shoes and slowly unzipped her dress while turning on the shower. She slid off her bra and squeezed her small breasts. She sighed. Her nipples were still hard and sensitive as she stepped out of her small black panties. “Oh god, I’m so sore,” she whispered while she slightly squatted. Her body responded as her fingers caressed the swollen raw edges of her still twitching opening. In the shower, she screwed off the shower head. She spread her legs wide and inserted the tube deep inside her aching flesh. She felt the cool water hitting her inner walls, rushing out of her red opening, cooling her sore labia and clit. She spent the rest of the night, and early morning, naked on her bed, nursing her sore genitals. Her mind was still working through the events of that evening. Restlessly her body bent and twisted itself on the bed. At the mercy of the chemicals rushing through her brain, she groped her hot glowing skin and throbbing nipples. She fingered herself on the lounge, posed provocatively in front of her large standing mirror, pretending to be still in the peepshow before ‘her audience’.

The following Monday afternoon Elise had an appointment just outside Boston. An emerging tech company was preparing an IPO and needed legal advice to be incorporated with its share offer document. She entered the company’s modern offices and met the board of directors. Elise, dressed in an elegant dark blue designer suit and white shirt with upstanding collar, had difficulty concentrating. Her mind was still going through her experiences at the apartment. She thought about the voyeurs across the road, looking at her through their telescopes. How she, Elise Saunders, opened her legs wide for them, showing off her vagina and opening her butt cheeks, exhibiting herself... Who were these people anyway? Maybe they were mainly men, who were watching her with their hard cocks out. They might be stroking themselves while watching her touch herself. Like in some seedy, deliciously dirty peepshow. Elise smiled and sighed behind her open laptop. The experience had been such a huge turn-on. She never imagined she would enjoy something as extreme as that so much. She had discovered her inner exhibitionist and secretly longed for more.

Later in the afternoon, during her discussions with the various board members, she noticed a blinking email icon on her laptop screen. During a tea break, she double-clicked the message. It was from Jo Matheson. Nervously her eyes flew through the content. Jo thanked her for her ‘entertainment’ and mentioned that her neighbours were very impressed. She would be at Ellersley Davis tomorrow morning.

That was all.

Elise closed the message. She was in thoughts for a moment and stared at her empty computer screen. There was no mention of what she really wanted… an invitation for a repeat performance, an opportunity to visit the apartment again. The handful of male and female executives in the boardroom noticed how this young, elegant, dark-haired legal specialist was staring at her empty laptop screen. They didn’t see how, underneath her respectable veneer, her naked exhibitionist desire slowly consumed her.

She clicked her email icon and sent back a reply; ‘Do you want me to provide some more ‘entertainment’?

A minute later another email arrived; ‘Dear Elise, we’ll talk at ‘ED’ tomorrow morning.’

The boardroom meeting ended around 6 pm. Elise’s black Audi convertible cruised over the highway towards downtown Boston. A cool summer breeze messed up her short black curly hair. She made a hands-free call to the office, telling the receptionist that she would be back in tomorrow morning.

The next morning at 10 am a meeting took place in Ellersley Davis’ conference room. Jo Matheson, Elise Saunders, and young intern Shay Baker had gathered around the large mahogany table to discuss Jo’s short-term investments. Shay Baker represented Dee Benson who was away on business. After the meeting ended Elise followed Shay to the door. She couldn’t help noticing Shay’s elegant outfit. Her eyes wandered down her tight fitting white shirt, her light grey dress pants that wrapped itself beautifully around her small hard bottom. While opening the boardroom door, Shay felt Jo’s hand on her shoulder and turned around.

“You know Elise,” Jo said. “Young Shay here has eh…‘managed’… my account for a short time until we found you as a proper adviser.” Elise was visibly shocked by Jo’s words. She understood immediately the implications of her statement. She blushed and looked with wide-open eyes at Shay, who just faintly smiled. It confirmed what she somehow had long suspected; others had been into this too. She followed Jo’s fingers sliding up Shay’s arm, playing with her short blond hair. Shay was apparently familiar with all this. To Elise’s surprise, she even seemed to relish it. “Yes Elise,” Jo said; “She has proven to be… very skilled, very eager, intense even. And very…uninhibited… weren’t you, my dear?” Shay’s mysterious smile said more than a thousand words. This totally changed Elise’s perception of Shay Baker who now turned out to be so much more than met the eye.

“You eh… you know my weaknesses all too well, Jo…” The older woman just faintly smiled. “I know your talents,” Jo replied while her fingers released the top buttons of Shay’s white shirt, partially exposing her small cleavage. "You’re at your best when you’re naked in bed, with your legs wide open.” Elise looked at Shay while taking in Jo’s crude words. She saw how Shay didn’t object but seemed to agree, with Jo’s description of her. She looked aroused, although slightly embarrassed. Shay was much better at hiding that itching feeling between her legs than she was.

The next day at work Elise had trouble concentrating. The thought of young blonde Shay, fucking at the apartment, in front of ‘her audience’ had kept her awake all night. That afternoon, during a business meeting in the conference room, Elise double-clicked a just arrived email. As an investment advisor explained his strategy proposals to the assembled ‘suits’, Elise read Jo’s message.

It was about this Saturday night. About a time and place, about what she should wear, and what she was expected to do. It was about a lesbian orgy in the apartment.

Elise was shocked but kept her composure. Group sex, anonymous fucking. She slightly blushed and felt feverish. “Oh my god…” she whispered. This would be her first ever orgy. With a faint smile, she carefully closed her laptop. After the meeting, she wandered down the hallway towards her desk. She caught a glimpse of intern Shay Baker, coming out of Dee Benson’s office. “I didn’t know you were involved with Jo Matheson,” Elise whispered to her, as she pointed towards her office.

“Yes, and through her Ella Anderson… Have you met her, Elise?” Shay asked while closing the door behind her. Elise raised her eyebrows and silently nodded. She remembered Jo’s introduction at The Continental Hotel a week ago. “She’s quite something,” Shay said. “She’s the photographer… and she’s bisexual.” Elise knew. “I met her a week ago. She has those bright blue eyes, a heavy tan, and a masculine face, with very short black hair. She does work for real estate firms, doesn’t she?” A wry smile appeared on Shay’s face. “Yeah, that’s the official PR-line. That’s what she tells everybody and that’s what everybody thinks. But there’s not a lot of money in that kind of work…” Shay paused, came closer to Elise, caressed her face and whispered close to her ear.

“She’s has a very lucrative side-business, Elise… She’s secretly shooting porn...”

“It’s for the Chinese market, clandestine imports. You know, under the counter hardcore magazines. And she sells footage to them for illicit DVDs…”

For a moment Elise just stared at Shay. She was shocked and puzzled at the same time. If Ella was doing that sort of stuff, then why did Jo Matheson introduce her to her?

Elise whispered as she reached over to Shay; “I know from yesterday that you eh… were at Jo’s apartment. Did you ever… I mean… with Ella… did you perform… for her?” Shay looked at her in silence for a moment. She had managed to keep it a secret for a long time. Nobody was supposed to know. She blushed and turned, facing away from Elise. “Yeah… I eh… well… you know, I really liked it the first time at her place, Elise. It was just great. I wasn’t there alone. There were other people…” Shay turned around and looked at Elise; “Some of those people you probably know… We knew we were all there for the same thing… group fucking. I did it everywhere, with anyone and everyone. And then there were the cameras… and spotlights. And Ella, and her assistant watching... God… such a turn-on.” Shay slowly sat on the edge of Elise’s desk. “I’m eh, I’m in my prime, Elise. I’ve got a hot young body. I know everyone wants to fuck me. It’s too good to let it go to waste.”
“So I fuck. I mean a lot. With anyone.”

“And Ella… well, …Ella knows girls. She knows me. Through Jo, she managed to seduce me into it. You know, fucking at Jo’s apartment… you get so wild and hot… you’ll do anything… anything… to satisfy the cravings. Lesbian, group sex… doing it with total strangers… thinking about it still makes me so horny. I need it so badly, it makes my skin crawl… There must be many wank magazines in China with me in it… full-page photos… me, stark naked over two pages, with my legs wide open...”

“Jo and Ella… they take advantage, because they know I’m hooked…”

“What about you… are you hooked, Elise?”

Elise looked at her in silence. She didn’t know. She had taken the first step and performed for Jo. Ella Anderson knew about her. Only time would tell if she would end up in front of her camera…

It was a cool but sunny Saturday afternoon. Elise Saunders and her parents, Thomas and Jean Saunders, went up the stairs of The Asquith Hotel in downtown Boston. An elegant and exclusive establishment, The Asquith’s garden tearoom was famous for its setting and elaborate afternoon tea. Elise’s father was dressed in light grey trousers, an immaculate white shirt, and a navy blazer. She and her mother wore matching sleek, tight-fitting, knee-length floral dresses, accessorised with breezy scarves and designer sunglasses. The elegant appearance of the eminent Saunders clan coordinated well with the stylish surroundings.

“What’s the matter, Elise? You seem so unsettled. Is everything ok at Ellersley Davis? Have some more tea and cake, darling…” Elise’s mother Joan felt her nervousness. Elise was in hot anticipation of the events of late that evening at the apartment. “Yeah,” Elise lied; “I’ve got some important work for Monday so I want to start preparing today…” Under her floral dress, she slightly squeezed her legs together. The thought of being in an orgy, fucking with several strange girls, made her restless.

Late that afternoon she returned to her spacious flat. She immediately took off her clothes and went into the shower. Dripping wet she left the bathroom and roamed her apartment stark naked. She couldn’t stop herself from spreading her legs, furiously rubbing her twitching vagina. On the sofa. On the dining table. On the kitchen floor. In the hallway. She masturbated everywhere. Images of wild group fucking had been with her all day. Any release would only be temporary. Tonight, they could all do with her whatever they wanted. Naked, she rummaged through her closet. She chose her elegant short silver evening dress. Shay had told her to wear items that she could easily take off. With practical zippers and clips for easy stripping.

Around 10.30pm Jo’s limo arrived at her door. Elise slipped into the back seat of the large vehicle. She glanced at and tried to ignore, the drivers’ prying eyes, visible in the rear view mirror. Fifteen minutes later she left the car, entered the building and stepped into the elevator. Nervously, she slowly opened the door to the apartment. The interior was sparsely lit apart from a red glow coming from down the hallway, where the lounge was. Elise slowly moved towards the red light. She heard the moaning sound of people fucking, amidst the beat of loud music. In the darkness, she didn’t notice the tiny cameras, hidden in the ceiling of the rooms where the downlights used to be. Unbeknown to her she would play her part in one of Ella’s secretly recorded films for the Chinese market. Upon entering the bedroom the full extent of the orgy-in-progress hit her. Shocked she gasped while staring at the large pile of intertwined female bodies on the very large round rotating bed. The naked girls were snaking over and under each other, the collective flesh moving like a frantic worm-like mass on the beat of the music. The pulsating sweaty meat slowly turned under the spotlights on a round, red upholstered bed, much larger then she remembered from last time. The floor was wet and sticky, covered with half-empty green and black champagne bottles. Along the walls, away from the spotlights, a few naked girls leaned against the dark walls. Some lay sprawled out on the floor. They looked ‘out of it’… dazed… their eyes hollow. Elise knew they had taken something.

Despite Jo’s detailed email, she found the whole scene overwhelming, but an enormous turn-on in all its depravity. She slowly kicked off her silver heels and moved towards the large turning bed, carefully avoiding the half-empty champagne bottles that littered the floor and soaked the carpet. She came closer to the frantic worm-like mass. It was impossible to guess how many people were down there. Most of the girls she could identify had dark pubic hair were Asian or white and very young. The mass of bodies moved on the rhythm of the incessant beat. Elise knew from Jo’s description that most of them had taken something to keep them going. The fucking would be frenetic for the next few hours.

A few hands reached out from the moving flesh and managed to grab the hem of Elise’s silver dress. Already too aroused to resist, she was pulled towards the edge of the very slow turning bed. With open mouth she watched the hands move up and slide between her legs. She felt them under her dress, strange fingers sliding over her vagina, and probing in between her buttocks. Elise, being pulled further onto the bed, only feebly resisted. She breathed heavily and spread her knees further apart. She gasped. Her body shook as many fingers pulled aside her panties and explored her most intimate regions. More hands appeared pulling up her silver dress, squeezing her hips and hard small buttocks, fingers searched and hooked into her willing flesh.

Amidst all the hands, fingers and moving flesh she realised she first had to get to the balcony to present herself to ‘her audience’. In a disheveled state, she slowly dislodged herself from the mass of hands and fingers and stumbled barefoot towards the large sliding windows, out onto the balcony. The cool air surrounded her as she looked across the street. Up there, on the other side, many onlookers were crowding behind the windows. She slightly turned and stared through the glass behind her at the sweaty moving mass of human worm-like meat. This place… all this horny fornicating flesh… this was what she was about to become. Elise Saunders, legal specialist at Ellersley Davis, here on the balcony, about to take off her elegant clothes… She would join the raging orgy in front of her… to become just another piece of writhing flesh… She turned and gazed at the windows of Jo Matheson’s apartment. She slowly pulled down the back zipper of her silver dress. She glanced at ‘her audience’ as the fabric slid off her shoulders, exposing her black underwear. She slowly and carefully unclipped her tiny bra, exposing her small hard breasts and red nipples. In front of the orgy, with her back against the glass, she unclipped her black panties. Stark naked she slightly squatted and opened her legs. Her hands wandered over her breasts, down her hard midriff and between her opening legs, all under the watchful eyes of Jo Matheson and her voyeur neighbours.

On the opposite side, two silhouettes behind a window watched Elise as she took her clothes off and fingered herself, stark naked on the balcony, with the worm-like moving mass of bodies behind her.

“Hmmm… she’s a very talented girl, isn’t she…” Ella Anderson murmured while looking at Elise’s naked performance from the opposite side of the street, behind the high windows of Jo’s apartment. “I told you I found you another performer,” Jo said. “I hope your cameras, over there in the ceiling, are working. You should have hours of hi-res footage for another DVD. I think she will be in great demand with the Chinese. You’d probably get her naked in front of your camera, or put her into one of your swinger groups. I think all your regular fuckers would love to get into her. With a bit of coaching, she would be up for anything. We could make a lot of money out of her…”

“Isn’t that something,” Ella smilingly mused; “The daughter of one of the most respected business families of Boston, in front of us, stark naked, fingering herself on a balcony, joining an orgy and appearing in a Chinese porno film… I thought I’d seen it all.”

Elise, unaware of the cameras, had fingered herself into such an erotic state that she simply had to go inside and join the mass of moving bodies. She left the balcony and, stark naked slowly approached the worm-like mass on the large rotating bed. Hands reached out, sliding over her thighs, squeezing her buttocks. Fingers found a way into the space between her legs, opening up her throbbing labia, rubbing the flesh in the canyon between her hard arse cheeks. She squatted more and more, and slowly merged with the moving flesh. The maelstrom of moving bodies was taking her along. She felt strange fingers and sucking mouths in between her wide-open legs. Many strange hands were roaming, squeezing and groping her naked flesh. Bodies slowly moved on top of her, as she became just another piece of flesh, another worm.

Her first wild orgasm didn’t solve anything. She bucked, her body snake-like contorted. Her legs went to jelly. She gasped but soon another tongue slid through her wide-open vagina, another set of lips locked onto her jumping clit, another strange wet slit pushed itself onto her mouth. The many hands that roamed her snaking flesh, and the mouths frantically eating her vagina drove her wild. “Oh fuck yeah… eat me… come on… eat me!” Her wild screams were drowned out by the incessant beat to which everything moved. Many hands groped her hard flesh and flat chest. Lips were fanatically sucking her rock hard towering nipples. The smell of champagne, sweat and bodily fluids overwhelmed her. She was a wild fuck toy, belonging to the moving intoxicated mass, which frantically stimulated and used her throbbing meat.

Champagne was used by some to spray and cool off the moving bodies. Some high and drunk naked girls in the lounge simply poured out the bubbly liquid over the pulsating pile of naked flesh. One bottle slowly found its way to Elise. She was on her back, eating and sucking another strange vagina. With her legs impossibly wide, she twisted her body as she felt the cool liquid being poured out over her, running down her midriff and into her pubic hair. The cold neck of the bottle was teasingly sliding down her chest and hard stomach. She slightly lifted her midriff as the neck slid up and down between her labia, over her hot opening. Suddenly it turned and jammed deep into her red slit. She screamed and wildly snaked around to get away. It was touching and rubbing her cavity walls in all the right places. She lifted her midriff even further but couldn’t escape. “No, no, oh please nooo!” she screamed. Her voice was lost in the beat, her red panting face disappeared underneath wet pubic hair and sweating bodies. The bottle tilted, the cool bubbly champagne rushed inside of her, making her lean body twist and shudder. The hidden cameras recorded how her midriff slightly raised itself above the pulsating mass. Elise was being penetrated between her legs with a champagne bottle, roughly jamming in and out of her throbbing hole. The bottle eventually pulled out, spraying sticky bubbly liquid all over Elise’s sweat covered filthy meat, and everything around her. Mixing with the sweat and other fluids it lubricated the constant substance-fuelled movement of the fucking ‘worms’.

It was just after 2 am.

The lounge room was dark and largely deserted. Elise came to her senses. She was lying on the wet carpet in between empty bottles, naked and in a mess. Her skin was sticky and stained. Her eyes were hollow, her genitals red and raw. Four frantic girls were still tribbing as a group under the red lights on the rotating bed. A few strange naked girls were lying motionless with their legs wide-open on the wet, champagne-drenched carpet. Elise managed to drag herself off the floor and stumbled towards one of the back walls. She was tired and sore. She glanced at two girls, slumped in a nearby corner. Elise noticed their tattoos, their half-closed eyes, their blank stares. It was obvious they were ‘out of it’ and had taken ‘something’. One of them slowly gestured to her to come over.

“Squat over us,” she incoherently slurred. “Come on, give us your slit, you beautiful whore…”

Elise just tiredly smiled. “Yeah,” she whispered. “Yeah, that’s me… a beautiful whore…” She hesitantly stumbled up to the two strangers. She slowly positioned her feet wide apart and deeply squatted over the two girls, bracing with both arms against the wall. She glanced over her shoulder at the foursome on the rotating bed. The girls were riding their hot vaginas into each other. The two strange girls slowly got in position underneath her, staring at her raw open vagina between her wide-open legs. Elise slightly jumped. She felt their warm mouths make contact with her hot opening. She felt their lips sucking on her labia. Their prying fingers opening her up even further, their hot tongues slowly sliding up and down on the inside edges. Their fingers delved in between her hard sweaty buttocks, sliding over- and pushing into her anus. “Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah…” she moaned while she looked over her shoulder. “Beautiful…” she whispered. “I watch them fuck over there while they’re eating me over here. Oh yeah… right there… wonderful… finger me, girls… eat me… enjoy…” The hidden cameras recorded a stark-naked Elise, leaning against one of the dark back walls, squatting more and more, pushing out her small dirty arse cheeks. Her lower midriff jerked forward and backward, fucking the faces of the two girls, licking and sucking the flesh in the thigh space between her legs. “Don’t stop, don’t stop…” she moaned as the side of her panting face rested against the wall.

The two girls mysteriously looked at each other as they stared into Elise’s red open vagina, squeezed it open with their fingers, and smelled the inside of her warm flesh. One of the girls ran her tongue through Elise’s short dark pubic hair. “Oh yeah,’ she whispered to the other; “Oh shit, look at this chick. Feel her pubes, smell her warm meat. God, I fuckin’ love it.” The other nodded as she slid her fingers up and down in between Elise’s hard butt cheeks. “Yeah, and look at this. She’s got such a tight little butt hole. I can hardly get two fingers in it. I think we both could eat her all night…”

“Maybe… maybe we should?” Both naked girls grinned mischievously and playfully flicked their tongues at the prospect.

A hand of one of the girls reached down towards the carpet. Her fingers searched the wet surface until they found a tiny plastic bag. She glanced down and pried open the bag, coating her fingertips with a white powder. She carefully rubbed the white soggy substance between her fingertips and curled her tongue as she showed it to the other girl. She just stared at the moving fingers and nodded. Both girls repositioned to the front. Elise moaned as she felt them both licking up and down her throbbing wet vagina. She slowly moved her midriff, attempting to fuck those two mouths between her legs, eating her out. She felt warm lips latching onto her swollen labia. Fingers slid up and down on the inside, rasping her oversensitive clit. The two hot girls excitedly grinned as one of them carefully smeared the soggy substance inside Elise’s labia and onto her hard clit.

It didn’t take long for it to take effect. It traveled quickly from Elise’s hot slit through her throbbing veins to her brain. “Oh fuck, what’s happening…” she moaned. “What are you two doing to me?” Elise started to tremble. Her pulsing vagina started to glow. She squatted deeper while pushing herself from the wall with stretched out arms. With her mouth wide-open, she squinted as she threw her head backward. She jerked her lower midriff in hard little fuck movements. She looked down at the two girls, their fingers stretching her labia, both their tongues licking deep into her. She suddenly felt light-headed. Her nipples were glowing, her clit was so hard, it started to incessantly jump. It was the cause of her sudden spasms. She shivered and moaned loudly. Her midriff moved wildly on those two tongues sliding between her legs. Her hard buttocks clenched together and shook with hard sudden movements.

Elise could hardly stand anymore. Exhausted and confused her legs had turned to jelly. She leaned against the wall. Wide-eyed she panted and felt the two girls, how they fanatically sucked her flesh. What was happening with her? She felt so hot. Her vagina was throbbing like hell, more than at any time during the evening. She panted and moaned. Another orgasm was rapidly building up.

She looked at the two girls with their mysterious grins. “Who are you? What have you done to me? Oh fuck… I’m coming again…” Elise’s flesh trembled. She suddenly stiffened up. Facing the dark wall, she gasped with wide-open eyes. Her lower midriff jerked. A small amount of liquid shot out of her hole. The two girls quickly licked her vagina clean.

One of the girls got up and, in front of Elise rubbed her fingers together. “We want to eat you all night beautiful girl,” she whispered close to Elise’s ear. “We’ve smeared a strong aphrodisiac between your legs, mixed with…well… ‘something else’, to keep you going... for the next few hours. That stuff is really full on. You’ll be fucking until you pass out... I don’t know who you are baby, but tonight your naked body belongs to us.”

For a moment Elise just gazed at her. The girls’ audacity took her by surprise. She watched her slowly lick her fingers. Elise closed her eyes as their open mouths met, their tongues slid over each other, their saliva mixed. The rest of the aphrodisiac quickly traveled from her mouth upwards and hit her brain. “Do whatever you want,” she sighed as she felt the impact of the chemicals. “I don’t care.” The twitching became too much to bear. She slowly slid down on the floor as her throbbing flesh gave way. On the wet carpet, in front of the two girls, another orgasm hit her brain. Her hot moans filled the lounge room. The girls watched Elise’s body snake on the floor. On hands and knees, they slowly crept towards her. For the next few hours, in a dark corner of the room, both girls took advantage of Elise’s writhing flesh.

It was 04.30am.

Elise slowly came to her senses. She was lying slumped on the wet carpet of the lounge room. Naked, sore and confused, she slowly remembered how those two strange girls had used her flesh for their gratification. Lying on the carpet, they both had been hotly riding up their vaginas against her from different angles. She had felt them groping, eating and sucking her everywhere. Together they had been a frantic cluster of sweaty bodies, arms, and legs. She didn’t know about the cameras in the ceiling. The aphrodisiac had only slightly worn off. The red lights in the room were still on but the empty bed had stopped rotating. A few disheveled looking girls were dozing in a corner. Elise slowly got up and, on wobbly legs, stumbled around the lounge. Trying to avoid the empty bottles, she was looking for her silver dress. She found it like some dirty rag, lying next to the round bed. It was wet from the champagne but she didn’t care. She couldn’t be bothered finding her underwear. She had left it probably somewhere on the balcony. Barefoot and filthy she unsteadily found her way out of the lounge room, down the hallway, to the apartment’s front door. She got into the elevator and stumbled out of the building. Down the road, she spotted Jo’s parked up limousine. A knock on the side window woke up the driver.

In the middle of the night, the chauffeured automobile silently floated through the empty streets. On the large black leather back seat, Elise in her short silver dress sat slumped in a corner. She was exhausted and still felt the aphrodisiac’s lingering effect. She thought about Shay’s words, about Jo as a client, and about the many strangers who she had fucked with. She casually glanced at the rear view mirror. Her eyes met with those of the driver. She wearily smiled and pretended to doze off. Deliberately she slowly opened her legs more and more. The driver stared through the mirror, ogling Elise’s bright red throbbing vagina. He just gasped and grinned. This girl at the back in the silver dress had certainly been ‘very busy’ tonight.

At her building’s front door she swiped her key card as the limo with the voyeur driver disappeared into the night. Back in her apartment, she dropped her short dress on the floor and stumbled straight into the shower. Wet and sore, she opened the fridge, took out an icepack, and wedged it between her legs, soothing her sensitive genitals. She stayed in bed that Sunday, nursing the fiery red area between her legs.

The event profoundly changed her. Images of what had happened to her on Saturday night kept racing through her mind. She was still sore when on Monday morning at work a glowing email entered her laptop. Everyone across the street had loved the detailed view of her naked body and had watched her wild antics. Reading Jo’s email turned her on. Her awoken desire raised her heartbeat and made her feel slightly feverish. She was pleased with herself and mischievously smiled at the thought that her naked body and fuck skills had convinced Jo Matheson to stay as a client at her firm for a long time.

She didn’t know about the cameras. About the footage, Dee Benson had seen weeks later on her laptop. How Dee had recognised her in Ella’s footage of a lesbian orgy... Elise Saunders, legal specialist at Ellersley Davis, performing in a porno film.

Elise realised more than ever… that she was hooked. There was no turning back from all this anymore. It would be only a matter of time before her urges would become unbearable and she would be ready to perform again for her client at the apartment.

Another email arrived. Elise double-clicked the icon. It was an invitation from Ella Anderson…