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  I stared at him, afraid to hope for the best. The 'ifs' in that statement seemed to leave a lot of room for jail time.

  I had six months, though, and I might be able to convince them to let it go at that, or, if they lost the case because of my error in judgment, to convince them to let me continue serving my time with them. I was willing to do pretty much anything that would keep me out of jail.

  I noticed Lyle was playing with the pen thoughtfully, waiting, I supposed, until I'd had time to fully appreciate what they were offering me. I forced a smile. "You won't regret it."

  None of them smiled back.

  "You haven't heard what we'll be expecting from you."

  I blinked. "I'll do it, whatever it is."

  "Anything?"

  I nodded.

  "Take off your blouse."

  My eyes widened. I looked around at the others, wondering if this was some sort of joke. "Excuse me?"

  "The blouse--the pants, too. We want to see what we're getting."

  I simply stared at him, absolutely dumbfounded, convinced I'd either heard him wrong or that it was some sort of bizarre joke--like, I take off all of my clothes and then they laugh uproariously?

  Public humiliation?

  They began to look very displeased. Unnerved, I grabbed the front of my blouse and began fighting with the buttons. When I'd removed it, I dropped it on the floor and stared at them for several seconds before I realized they were still waiting. Slipping my shoes off, I unfastened my slacks and pushed them down my legs.

  Straightening, I braced myself for gales of laughter. When none came, I risked a look at them to see if they were smirking, or trying to refrain from laughing.

  They weren't. Instead, all six were looking me over critically, but with interest.

  "The granny gear will have to go," Charles said finally.

  Everyone nodded.

  "Take off the bra and panties," Lyle commanded.

  Embarrassed, feeling as if I was caught up in some kind of bizarre dream, I did as I'd been ordered.

  The looks I got this time were far warmer and it stirred warmth in my belly despite my certainty that they were just having fun with me.

  "She'll do," Lyle announced.

  Neither Charles nor Michael looked completely satisfied, but they didn't disagree when Colin, Billy, and Stuart all seconded Lyle's approval. I was allowed to dress again. I did so with relief, listening with half an ear to the discussion going on between the six men. Slowly but surely it sank in upon me that the restitution I was offering was the use of my body. It was a stunning conclusion, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was hopefulness that had made me think so, but I could hardly dismiss it when they were discussing the ground rules right in front me.

  It became abundantly clear that they considered they owned my ass. No wasn't to be a part of my vocabulary. Reluctance to perform anything asked would be considered a strike against me--I had no idea how many strikes would end up being 'not good behavior' and count against me at the end of the six months.

  I was too stunned to know how I felt about the situation, but my body had a mind of its own and I began to feel uncomfortably warm and moist and aroused only from the discussion.

  I tried to tamp my rising excitement by reminding myself that this was for their benefit, not mine. I was to please them in whatever way they saw fit. It didn't necessarily follow that any of my wants or needs would be met and I was pretty much a prude when all was said and done. I didn't exactly have a lot of experiences to draw from. Doggy style was about as adventuresome as I'd ever gotten before and I hadn't been terribly thrilled when my ex had introduced me to that.

  What if they demanded that I do something I'd never done before? Something I wasn't comfortable about?

  I studied them one by one.

  I'd do it … because whatever it was it still beat the hell out of prison time.

  It beat the hell out of trying to run again, trying to start over somewhere else.

  Finally, they appeared to settle it between themselves. "Go with Colin and Billy. They'll see that you're outfitted to suit us. I'll meet the three of you at the mall in a couple of hours and we'll check out the apartment."

  Questions of all sorts trembled on the tip of my tongue, but went unasked. Meekly, I followed Colin and Billy out to the parking lot and got in the backseat of Colin's car.

  In a general way, I didn't consider myself a meek person. I wasn't aggressive by any means, but I usually managed to find the backbone to take up for myself when necessary. Currently, however, I was still too frightened and bewildered even to consider balking.

  The 'mall' they took me to wasn't one I'd ever visited. In fact, it wasn't what I thought of as a mall at all, and the shop they took me to wasn't one I had ever set foot in in my life. It was extremely doubtful that I ever would have, either, not by choice. Colin and Billy seemed perfectly comfortable and familiar with the place, though. Without hesitation, they followed the salesclerk off to examine the bustiers. I trailed along behind them, humiliated when I had to yield up my size, and then even more embarrassed when the clerk informed us they didn't have much of a selection that was 'that big'. She still managed to find nearly a dozen different styles and colors. Colin and Billy followed me to the dressing room and examined each one as I tried it on.

  They bought them all, including matching stockings. When we left that store, we went to another that was wilder still. I had no clue of what half the things they bought were for. I wasn't sure I wanted to know, but I had the feeling I was going to find out.

  When they'd collected what they wanted from the 'toy' store, we drove to the mall I'd thought we were going to to start with. Neither Colin nor Billy behaved with any more restraint or discretion there than they had at the other stores. It only took the clerk about two seconds to realize that they were doing the buying and the choosing. She kept giving me speculative looks, which I chose to ignore.

  Lyle met up with us as we left that store and the four of us left the mall together. We split up then, Colin and Billy going off alone while I got in with Lyle and gave him directions to my place.

  He looked it over skeptically when I'd let him in the front door. "It's just as well I made other arrangements. This won't do at all."

  I stared at him blankly, too stupefied to figure out what he meant.

  "Pack your personal things, but leave the clothes. They won't do. I'll have someone come over and pack the rest up for you and put it in storage."

  Like a robot, I went into my room, dragged a suitcase out of my closet and packed.

  He drove out of the city. After nearly an hour, he turned off on a long, winding drive and I discovered we were near the river. Tidy log homes dotted the well kept grounds. I recalled overhearing Colin or Lyle mentioning the 'fishing cabin' they co-owned that was on the river and supposed this was it.

  My entire apartment could have been set down in the great room with room to spare I discovered when Lyle unlocked the door and ushered me in. "You'll be staying here for now. We all have keys, so you should be prepared to receive company at any time," Lyle murmured as he guided me through the house and up the stairs to a bedroom just at the top.

  That was a polite way of putting it I thought wryly, feeling tension coil in the pit of my stomach as I stood in the doorway and looked around the room.

  "Just set the suitcase down anywhere. The bathroom's through there," he said, dropping the packages he'd carried in on the bed and pointing to a door on one side of the room. He glanced at his watch. "We need to get back, but you have time to change … and do something with your hair. I don't like it like that."

  I looked at him blankly, uncertain of just what I was supposed to do with my hair. I always wore it pulled tightly into a neat bun when I went to work. I'd thought it looked 'professional'. It might have, but not the profession I was apparently about to be introduced to. Nodding mutely, I watched as he strode back through the door.

  He hadn't told me which outfit
to put on, so I supposed at least some decisions were to be left to me.

  I'd just stripped to my bra and panties and was trying to figure out how to get into the bustier I'd chosen when Lyle stuck his head in the door again. "I thought so. Ditch the bra and panties."

  My mouth dropped open. "But … this is all I have … with me."

  "Exactly."

  I wasn't terribly comfortable with the command, but I reminded myself that I'd not only agreed to do 'anything' to stay out of jail, I'd practically begged him to let me. I couldn't very well quibble over it now.

  Well, I could, but I didn't like the alternative any better now than I had to begin with. It was just sex, after all. I'd managed to stomach ten years of sex with my ex. I ought to be able to do six months with six attractive-to-not-bad lawyers.

  I ditched the bra and panties. By the time I'd managed to struggle into the bustier and fasten the stockings with the straps attached at the bottom, I was clammy with nerves and I felt more naked than if I had been naked. I was also having problems breathing, but I couldn't tell if it was because I wasn't accustomed to having anything snug over my ribcage, or if I was trying to hyperventilate from nerves.

  The skirts were shorter than I was used to--actually, I wasn't used to skirts at all. I'd bought dress slacks for work. The rest of the time I wore jeans.

  I had the horrible feeling my bare ass was hanging out of the bottom on the dress. I couldn't tell by feeling, but there sure as hell was a breeze blowing over my buttocks and between my legs.

  The top was knit and fitted. When I had it on, I could see my nipples poking through like hard little rivets. Trying to calm my racing pulse, I headed for the door before I remembered the hair. Pivoting on my heels, I went into the bathroom and pulled the pins out, letting my dark auburn hair fall around my shoulders. Shrugging, I grabbed a brush off of the vanity and combed it. The short hair in the front kept flopping over my eyes, but somehow I didn't think he'd be thrilled if I pinned it back with bobby pins.

  "Ready?"

  I jumped when he bellowed up at me. Scurrying from the bathroom, I hurried to the head of the stairs. I wasn't used to wearing heels either and gripped the banister in a white knuckled fist as I slowly descended.

  When I got to the bottom, I noticed Lyle was looking flushed, his eyes glittering.

  He examined me from head to toe for a good minute. "Better," he finally pronounced, grasping my arm just above the elbow and leading me from the house again.

  "You think you can find your way out here without any problem?"

  I nodded. I wasn't sure if I could speak. My tongue seemed to be glued to the roof of my mouth. My belly was shimmying inside like baked Alaska. I could feel my pubic bush tickling my leg and had to curl my fingers into fists to resist the urge to do something totally uncouth--like scratch.

  I could also feel the air conditioning wafting across my pussy. It made goose bumps all along my thighs. It was like having someone blow a cool breath across it and made it impossible for me to get my mind off of my pussy.

  This was going to take some getting used to.

  To my surprise, everyone was working as usual when we got back to the office.

  As if nothing at all had changed, Lyle handed me some letters to type up and settled at his desk.

  Feeling strangely let down--feeling strange all the way around, I went to work.

  My first indication that absolutely everything had changed occurred when I was called into the conference room again about an hour before quitting time.

  This time, a chair was sitting at the foot of the table. It had been pulled back nearly against the wall. The partners were reading over something when I came in, but Lyle lifted his head. "Lock the door and then take off the blouse and skirt."

  My belly jumped, but after only a brief hesitation, I moved to the door and locked it, then pulled the top and skirt off. When I straightened, I saw I had their undivided attention.

  Chapter Three

  "You can sit in the chair … for now."

  I sat, crossing my legs. After glancing at me several times, Billy got up and moved toward me. Catching my upper leg, he lifted it and placed it over one arm of the chair, then reached down and grasped the other leg and hooked that one over the opposite chair arm.

  I could feel a blush rising in my cheeks as my nether lips parted and air caressed my exposed pussy.

  He stared at my pussy for several moments and finally got down on his knees and dragged his tongue along my cleft. It was as if a current of electricity had sizzled along every nerve ending in my body. Goose bumps popped out all over me. I wouldn't have thought it possible for my nipples to get any harder, but they did, tightening until it felt as if they were being pinched.

  Parting the flesh around my pussy with his fingers, he began to suck my clit. Heat rushed through me. My position in the chair and the restrictive bustier worked against me. I couldn't seem to catch my breath.

  Despite everything, I was acutely conscious that we weren't alone and, with an effort, lifted my head.

  The other five partners were watching, their faces taut, their eyes slumberous with desire.

  I bit my lip to keep from moaning as he continued his pleasurable assault. Just as I was beginning to feel as if I would cum, however, he pulled away. Getting to his feet, he leaned down and sucked each nipple briefly, and then returned to his seat.

  My body was buzzing, my mind too chaotic to make sense of anything. I realized that that was all I was going to get, however, and straightened.

  "No. Keep your legs there," Lyle ordered.

  I paused in the act of putting my legs down and returned them to the arms of the chair.

  They went back to business, but I hadn't a clue of what they were discussing and couldn't have cared less. I couldn't think about anything but my cooling cunt and the discomfort of being left hanging. Minutes dragged by. Finally, Lyle signed the paper he had been reading, passed it down and then rose from his chair. Pausing in front of me, he reached down and began teasing my clit with his finger. Heat and moisture instantly began to gather in my sex and I caught my breath. After a moment, he slipped his finger downward and pushed inside of me until his knuckles were brushing my nether lips. Leaning closer, he caught one of my nipples between his lips and began sucking it as he thrust his finger in and out of me.

  I lost my breath entirely for several moments, had to struggle to drag in a breath of air. A moan slipped out before I had time to consider stopping it.

  Almost as if that was what he'd been waiting for, he withdrew. Straightening, he returned to his chair. When he'd seated himself, he unzipped his pants and pulled his engorged cock free of his trousers. Crooking a finger at me, he summoned me from the chair.

  Swallowing with an effort, I moved to stand in front of him, staring down at his cock as if I'd never seen one before.

  I hadn't seen his.

  It was … huge.

  Catching my wrist, he tugged until I realized I was supposed to get down on my knees. He caught my hair, tipping my head back. "No teeth and no stopping until I'm completely satisfied and you've wrung me dry."

  I glanced from his face to his cock, feeling my heart trying to hammer its way out of my chest. Leaning down, I took him into my mouth, sucking the rounded head and slowly slipping his cock deeper. He released a long breath, his fingers clenching in my hair.

  I needed no urging. By this point, my entire body was thrumming with unrequited lust and it excited me even more to taste him, to feel him in my mouth. It wasn't something I'd ever done with anyone except my ex. It wasn't something I would ever have thought about wanting to do, but I did want to and far from being repulsed about the order to suck him dry, that only made me more eager.

  I worked his cock feverishly, enthusiastically. Each time he groaned with pleasure, my heart pounded a little faster. Doubt shook me when I felt his cock jerk in my mouth and knew he was about to cum, but he'd apparently expected as much--either that or he was so enthr
alled he couldn't think beyond release. His grip in my hair tightened. He shuddered, uttered a deep, growling groan as he erupted. I gulped as his seed spewed down my throat, felt myself hovering on the verge of climax and sucked him hard until his cock ceased to jerk in my mouth.

  I was panting for breath when I sat back at last on my heels. I hadn't cum, though, and my body felt like it was on fire.

  Stuart summoned me. Feeling more than a little dizzy, I got up and moved to him. Taking his cock in my mouth, I sucked and stroked him as I had Lyle. I was so close to orgasm when he began to cum I thought for certain that I would climax, too.

  I didn't, but I discovered I was expected to service each one of them. By the time I'd sucked them all dry, every muscle in my body was screaming with fatigue and my cunt was driving me crazy.

  For about five seconds after I'd finished with Michael, I thought sure one of the six would finish me off. It wouldn't take much. I'd been hovering on the brink of exploding almost from the moment I'd first got down on my knees.

  "You can go now."

  I stared at Lyle blankly, trying to wrap my mind around the fact that I'd given everyone else there goody and I wasn't to have mine.

  Slowly, it filtered through my heat fogged mind. I was being punished. I was here for their benefit.

  Ordinarily, I would probably have gotten angry at that point. My ex had certainly tried to beat subservience into me, but he hadn't succeeded in doing anything more than driving me to hide my rebellion--and finally driving me away. I found I couldn't light the spark, though. I was just too tired and too wound up to think beyond my disappointment. With an effort, I got to my feet and dressed.

  "Do you need directions to the cabin?"

  "No," I said a little hoarsely.

  About halfway to the cabin, I recovered enough for resentment to set in. I'd been good. I'd sucked each one of them until they'd cum, sucked them until they couldn't cum anymore. It was grossly unfair that they hadn't brought me off. My body was still sparking and sizzling like a downed power line.