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Chapter Twelve As the beat up blue taxi pulled onto the main coastal highway, I showed Jim what I had found in Rodney's office. Altogether I had stolen six glossy nine by twelve photographs of my missing male self and one handwritten receipt. It didn't look like much, but I knew it could be more than enough to blow the lid off of this wacky caper. The photos all showed me, Bill Richmond, on some unknown Jamaican beach. In two of the photos I was joined by a tall and muscular blonde gentleman. But that handsome, smiling man looking back at me from the photos wasn't really me. Over the course of this investigation I'd learned that it was none other than the elusive William Herndon, enjoying himself inside of my stolen body! Jim slowly looked over the photographs. "So this is what he looks like, huh? Your boss and his friend aren't too bad looking, Janet. Are you sure you're not looking to hook up with them?" she said with a grin. I didn't find her attempt at humor very funny. I ignored her as I looked over the receipt. It gave the name of a Ted Phillips and included an address which I could only assume was where this Mr. Phillips was staying. "Do you know where this address is?" I asked the driver, waving the receipt in his face. He took the paper from my hand and looked it over. "Sure. It's about a thirty minute drive up into the hills. You want to go there?" "Yes, please." "My sister works there from time to time as a maid," he volunteered. "It's a really huge mansion owned by a very rich American." He slowed the car down, hooked a quick u turn and drove back in the direction we'd come from. About two miles down the road he turned off of the main highway onto what looked like a seldom used back road. After a half a mile the pavement ended and a rough gravel road began. Jim and I held on as best we could as the old Chevrolet sedan bounced over the ruts and potholes. The road gradually climbed up into the hills, skirting the edges of the steep slopes as it wound ever upward. Eventually it crested the top and flattened out. The driver pulled to a stop in front of a cobblestone driveway blocked by a large iron gate. There was no house in sight. He turned his head back to us and said, "This is the servant's entrance. It's where I drop my sister off when she works here. I could drive around to the front, but I think that's a different address." I looked at Jim, and she looked back at me, both of us at a loss as to our next move. The fence was too tall to climb, and what good would it do us if we could? "Well?" I whispered into Jim's ear. "What's next? I'm open to suggestions here." But before we could reach a decision, a huge black man emerged from the small gatehouse beside the gate and quickly approached the car. His hand rested menacingly on the handle of the revolver clipped to his waist as he snapped in a deep British accented voice, "What business do you have here? Speak up!" The driver nervously motioned towards Jim and me in the back seat. He walked past the driver and ducked his head down so he could see inside the taxi. He slowly looked us up and down, and his face split into a grin. His eyes, I noticed, seemed to linger on my breasts. Finally, he said, "You must be the two missing birds who're supposed to be working at the party tonight, right?" I looked at him blankly and said "I..." "Weren't you supposed to be here yesterday?" he interrupted. "Well..." I began. "You should always call if you're going to show up late!" he admonished. "Uh...sorry, but..." I tried to explain. "You ought to be! Now wait just one second, I'll be right back!" and before I could get a word in edgewise he rushed back over to his guard house. I looked at Jim, and she looked back at me and shrugged. "Play along, Janet. Let's see what the heck he's talking about," she whispered in my ear. He emerged carrying two medium sized boxes, which he carried back to the taxi. He handed the boxes through the window along with two slips of paper. "These here are your costumes. The party starts at 9:00 PM sharp, but you two need to be here a half hour early. Got it?" Jim and I both just nodded our heads, too surprised by the turn of events to think of anything to say. "All right then, off with you. I'll see you back here tonight." He paused, and then added sternly, "And make sure you're not late again!" He turned away and walked back towards the guard house. The driver put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway. "Where to now, ma'am?" he asked. "Take us to the Half Moon Hotel, please," I said to the driver. I glanced at the pieces of paper the guard had handed me. They were passes allowing us to enter the compound and had been signed by none other than Ted Philips himself! Noticing the driver looking at us in the rearview mirror, I whispered in Jim's ear, "He must have mistaken us for two temporary servants! This is another lucky break!" "What about the two girls whose places we're taking? What if they show up?" asked Jim. "We'll have to take that chance. If they haven't shown up by now, they probably never will." Jim looked at the box sitting on her lap. "Well, that leads me to my next question. That guy at the gate said we were supposed to be there at 8:30 tonight. What about Joe and James? How are we going to sneak away without them knowing?" She was right. How were we going to get rid of Joe and James so we could get to the party? I mulled over this problem as I watched Jim peek inside her box. Inside was what appeared to be a black silk dress. I noticed our nosey driver looking at us in the rear view again, so I elbowed her in the ribs and told her to shut the box as well as her mouth. ....................................................................... Once back at the villa, we carried our belongings back to Jim's room. Jim opened her box and pulled out the black dress inside. "Is this what I think it is?" she said as she held the dress against herself and looked in the mirror. "It is! It's a French maid's costume!" I opened my box and found that I had the exact same thing. Additionally, under the dress was a white cap, a white lace apron, a white chiffon petticoat with multiple layers of crinoline and lace, a pair of black four inch pumps, a black lone ranger style mask and a matching set of black lingerie. Jim and I looked at one another and laughed. "It must be a costume party. Why else would there be a mask?" I asked, pulling mine from the box and inspecting it. "I guess so," agreed Jim gleefully. I watched as he stripped off her sundress and pulled the petticoat out of the box. She stepped into it, pulled the garment up her slim legs and snapped the elastic waistband in place. Clouds of white lace hung from her hips to about midway down her shapely thighs. It rustled and shimmered as she turned from side to side to examine herself in the mirror. As I watched her primp and pose before the glass, I began to feel a familiar warmth forming deep in the pit of my belly. Earlier, the spectacle of Jim and the hugely hung Rodney Smith making love on the floor of his studio had gotten me incredibly aroused, and now the sight of Jim's nearly nude form was bringing it all back to me. I knew that she was really a man trapped inside of that curvaceous blonde body, but I really could have cared less. She was so beautiful that I couldn't help myself as I stepped behind her and planted a kiss on her slender neck. She smelled wonderful. I cupped her firm breasts in my hands, and she groaned as I pulled at her fat pink nipples. Her soft female form was so different from the hard, muscular bodies of the men that I'd come to know since I myself had become a woman. Not necessarily better, just different. "Oh Janet," she sighed as she leaned back against me. "You're so kind to me. You could never know just how much I miss the touch of a woman." She didn't know it, but she couldn't have been more wrong. It was something that I'd missed it as well. I turned her around and pulled her close, my breasts separated from hers only by the thin cloth of my top. Her lips found mine, and almost before I knew it our clothes had disappeared and we were both lying naked on Jim's bed, our lips locked together and our hands roaming all over each other's body. The ringing telephone startled us from our passionate embrace. It took me a moment to disentangle my limbs from Jim's, and I stretched across the mattress on my stomach and grabbed the phone off the table by the bed. "Hello?" I breathed, panting lightly. "Hi sweetheart," replied James in his deep voice. The sound of that voice made my heart flutter inside of my chest. "I'm just calling to let you know that Joe and I won't be able to make it back to the resort tonight. We've dug up a new lead and we need to follow up on it before it gets cold." I tried to make myself sound disappointed, which really wasn't that difficult. I hadn't seen him all day, and the thought that I wouldn't be able to see him until tomorrow made my stomach twist into knots. "All right, James. But please be careful, OK?" I begged. He assured me that he would, and said goodbye. As I placed the phone back on the receiver, it occurred to me how strange, how different, and ...well, how wonderful, my life had become. Here I was, in bed and about to have sex with a ravishing blonde, and all I could think of or care about was James. I realized that being a woman really wasn't as terrible as I'd once thought it was, and quite frankly I just didn't feel the same sense of urgency about returning to my life as a man. "Well, what did he say?" demanded Jim impatiently, jarring me from my thoughts. As I filled her in, I guess she could tell I was a little disappointed. "Don't be upset, silly. You'll see James tomorrow." She kissed me on my lips and giggled with pleasure. "With those two staying overnight in Kingston, we can go snoop around at the party!" She smiled slyly and said, "Plus, now we have more time to play!" She kissed me deeply, and I quickly recovered from my funk. When we finally came up for air, I remembered my purchase from this afternoon. I reached over to the floor and grabbed the bag I'd picked up at the bookstore next to Rodney's place. Handing it to Jim, I said, "I was thinking about you when I bought this." She reached inside the brown paper bag and pulled out a black dildo shaped like a man's penis. I also made sure she saw the strap-on harness. Jim's eyes widened with surprise. I ran my manicured nails lightly over the surface of the black rubber dildo and asked innocently, "Wasn't this about the size of your cock, Jim?" She nodded, seemingly mesmerized by the unexpected sight of the black dildo. I smiled wickedly. "Well, Jim which would you prefer? Would you like to be the boy, or the girl?" "You don't mind if I play the boy, do you?" she asked shyly. "No, that's quite alright," I said, feeling very generous for some reason. I lay back on the mattress and languidly spread my legs wide. "I like being the girl." ........................................................................ Several hours and several very satisfying orgasms later we finally managed to get out of the bed. The bedside clock read 7:30 PM. We ducked into the shower, quickly washed and then dried ourselves off. Taking the matching lingerie sets from inside of the boxes, Jim and I quickly pulled on the thong panties, garter belt, push up bra and sheer black stockings. Jim looked ravishing, to say the least. If we didn't have such an important meeting I would have loved to get right back into the bed with her. We quickly made up our faces, brushed our hair, pulled on the puffy petticoats, and helped each other into our identical black silk dresses. I looked myself over as I pinned the maids cap on top of my head. The bodice was very low cut, with my breasts on display like two scoops of chocolate ice cream in a sundae bowl. A sea of frothy, billowing crinoline peeked out from under the bottom of the skirt and just barely covered the tops of my stockings. I knew that I would have to be very careful when I sat down or bent over. I helped Jim with her cap and her apron; then we slipped into our shoes and, with masks in hand, headed out the door. The high heels and the rustling of our petticoats made a racket as we made our way down the steps. Rodger, our butler, initially gave us a look of disbelief when he saw us in our costumes, but he quickly tightened up his face into a look of stoic indifference and held the door for us as we headed out into the humid tropical night. We took the golf cart supplied to us by the resort over to the main hotel building and waited for a taxi at the taxi stand. I felt very self conscious as I stood there with Jim. We must have been quite a sight in our matching French maid outfits. Luckily, there weren't too many people about, and after a few short minutes a taxi finally pulled up to the curb. Our driver gave us the double take when we hopped in the cab. I could tell he was trying to stifle a laugh when he asked us where we were going. I gave him the address, and thankfully he pulled away from the curb at a moderate rate of speed and drove like he wasn't in a hurry to pick up his next fare. "When we get to the gate, we need to put on our masks, and don't take them off for any reason," I instructed Jim. "Richmond would surely recognize the both of us if he were to catch sight of us." It still felt so strange to refer to myself in the third person, but seeing as I hadn't told Jim who I actually was, or who 'Bill Richmond' was, I couldn't help it. "I'm not sure what they'll have us doing once we get there. More than likely, we'll be serving food and handing out drinks. Just do whatever they ask, and if you get a free minute wander around the place and see if you can find any thing of interest." Jim nodded and added, "I just hope nothing goes wrong." "What could go wrong?" I asked. Twenty minutes later, the cab bounced to a stop outside of the servant's entrance. We put on our masks, and I carefully got out of the cab, conscious of the night air blowing up under my skirt. A different guard emerged from the small guard house, and if anything he seemed even bigger than the man we'd met this afternoon. I handed him the passes, and he looked them over for a moment before he handed them back, walked back to the gatehouse and pressed the button to open the gate. "You're late!" he growled. "A car will be here momentarily to take you up to the mansion." True to his word, a high end Mercedes sedan driven by another burly man soon pulled down the cobblestone drive and stopped a few yards inside of the gate. We hurried to the car as fast as we could in our heels on the uneven surface, and the gate closed behind us with an ominous clang. The Mercedes carried us down the driveway to an enormous building shrouded in the dark. The place was built right on the edge of a large bluff, and the lights of Montego Bay could be seen in the distance. The driver led us to a back door and opened it for us. The door led into a very modern and very busy kitchen. We watched for a few moments as the cooks and their helpers franticly chopped, fried and baked the food for the eminent party. A harried looking man in a white apron approached us and in an exasperated tone said, "Where have you been? You're late! The guests are beginning to arrive!" He herded us into a back room, where he led us over to a table loaded with boxes. He looked us over with a critical eye before smiling and saying, "Oh yes, you'll do very nicely. My name is Carl. You two are new around here, so I'll walk you through what we'll be expecting out of you. Your job will be to serve the drinks and snacks to the guests. You'll pick them up at the bar, and then walk among the guests until they are all gone, then come back for more." From one of the boxes, he pulled out what looked like two rectangular serving trays and laid them on the table in front of us. These weren't ordinary serving trays, however. On one side of the tray a thick leather belt was attached, while on the other side hung two thin chains from each corner. Reaching back into the same box, he handed us each a black leather dog collar with a metal ring embedded in the leather. "These go around your necks, ladies," he ordered. I took it from his hand and buckled it around my neck as he watched. "Well, don't just stand there; hold up those trays for me so I can buckle them on! I'm in a hurry here!" he admonished, so Jim and I hastily picked up the trays and did as he asked. He walked behind me, grabbed the belt, and cinched it tightly around my waist. He did the same for Jim, and then he took the slim chains hanging from the two front corners and hooked them to the eyelet on the dog collar. Carl turned from us and rummaged through another box while Jim and I exchanged nervous glances. "Ah, here we are. Hands behind you, ladies," he said as he pulled two pairs of nickel plated handcuffs from the box. "What are those for?" I asked with alarm, backing away from him a step. "Why, for you, of course. It's part of your costume. Surely the agency told you what was going to be required of you tonight?" Of course I had no idea what we were supposed to be doing! "Uh, yes, I just forgot," I said helplessly. I turned and put my hands behind my back. He clicked the handcuffs shut on my wrists, the metal cold against my skin. We'd passed the point of no return, and had no choice but to go along with the ruse. "You won't need your hands for what you'll be doing," he said with a smile as he secured Jim's slim arms behind her as well. And he was right. With it fastened to my body as it was, I was a walking serving tray. Finally, he pulled from the box two silver chains with a single key dangling from the end. These he hung around our necks. I could feel the key resting between my breasts. He placed his hand on the small of my back and said, "This way, ladies." Our petticoats rustling and our hands tightly secured behind our backs, we walked from the locker room, into the kitchen and through a swinging door into a large barroom. There were no guests in there at the moment, but I could hear music, laughter and voices from the next room. He led us over to the bar. Behind it was a man dressed in a Pink Panther costume, complete with long pink tail. The look on his face told me that he'd rather be someplace else. He perked up when he caught sight of Carl leading us over to the bar. "Ladies, this is Keith, your bartender. He'll help you to load your trays. When the trays are loaded, walk them out among the guests and let them take what they want. When a guest takes something from your tray, you are expected to smile and give them a curtsy. When the tray is empty, come back and Keith will load you up again. Understand?" We nodded, and he walked off back to the kitchen. Complaining to Keith, Jim asked, "What's with the handcuffs? How are we supposed to do anything with our hands locked behind our backs?" "Hey, do I look like I'm in charge? I just work here!" Keith smiled and at us and gave us a wink. "But you still have to be nice to me. Not only will I be loading up your trays for you, but I'll be the one who'll be letting you ladies use the restroom behind the bar when you feel the need." He proceeded to load up my tray with flutes of champagne, and as I stepped away from the bar he advised, "Remember, smile!" With some trepidation I left Jim with Keith and headed out with my tray, feeling somewhat ridiculous. I walked through the arched doorway of the barroom and into the cavernous ballroom beyond. Large crystal chandeliers dangling from the ceiling dimly lit the spacious room filled with a swirling mass of partygoers. In the far corner of the ballroom was a large marble staircase leading up to the front entrance. It was manned by more of Mr. Phillip's hired goons, checking the guest's invitations and ushering them through the door. It was already crowded in the large room, and more guests dressed in a dizzying array of costumes seemed to be streaming down the staircase every minute. A band was busy playing on the stage directly in front of me, and couples talked, laughed, danced and milled around the huge room. Here and there throughout the crowd could be seen people wearing the stereotypical outfits of the S and M crowd; cowboys in chaps, policemen in boots and leatherjackets, and a few ladies in their dominatrix costumes wandering around with drinks in one hand and whips in the other. Indians, women dressed as birds with elaborate plumage, zombies, Zorro, Cat woman, vampires, superheroes and too many others to mention could also be seen. It was hands down the most fabulous costume party I had ever witnessed. I took in the scene as I eased my way along the outskirts of the crowd with my tray of refreshments, trying to remain unnoticed. I soon found that Jim and I were not the only maids working the party. I counted three other young ladies dressed just like us, with their hands tightly cuffed behind their backs. Just then, a guest dressed as a pirate stepped up to me and took the first glass of champagne off of my tray. To my surprise he stuffed a dollar bill into my prominently displayed cleavage with a smile. I gave him a crooked smile and curtsied as I had been instructed, but I as I did so I felt a hand reach up under my short skirt and begin to fondle my buttocks! I jumped, and the drinks on my tray sloshed inside of their glasses. I couldn't afford to make a scene, so I quickly moved away from the grinning man who was grabbing at my ass. Unfortunately, as I continued to move through the crowd, I began to feel more hands reaching under my petticoats and grabbing, pinching and stroking my butt. There was nothing I could do about it. I was helpless with my hands fastened behind me and I certainly didn't want to draw attention to myself by screaming or jerking away and spilling the champagne. To add to my list of troubles, most of the guests insisted on tipping me, which meant another dollar bill was shoved down the front of my dress before they grabbed a handful of my boobs. I forced myself to smile, curtsy and submit to these unwanted attentions from the all male partygoers and a few of the females as well. After the last glass of champagne had finally been taken from my tray, I hurried back to the barroom to take a break from all the wandering hands. I looked around for Jim, but she was nowhere to seen. Keith loaded my tray with shots of liquor and collected the money sticking out of my bodice. As he slid the money into the tip jar, he noticed the sour expression on my face. "Getting a little rough out there?" he asked. When I nodded, he added, "Well, it's only going to get worse! The more they drink, the rowdier they get! But you must have known that when you signed up for this gig. God knows you're probably getting paid enough for it." His words alarmed me. But before I could ask him what he meant, he turned away to wash some glasses, and I was forced to go back out into the ballroom with my freshly loaded tray. By the time my tray was once again empty I must have had fifty more dollar bills stuffed into my bra. I scurried back to the barroom. Jim was already there, standing at the bar while Keith loaded her up. She looked kind of nervous and frazzled. When I stood next to her at the bar and looked into her clear blue eyes, I could see fear in them. Alarmed, I whispered, "How are you holding up?" "Not so good. I don't think this was a good idea to come here, Janet." I gave her a disgusted look. "Why not?" I asked. "I know being grabbed and squeezed like a roll of Charmin is kind of demeaning, but it'll all be worth it if we can find some information on Richmond!" "I talked to some of the other 'maids' that are working this party. It turns out they're all strippers and prostitutes! They were all hired from a call girl agency in Montego Bay!" She cast a nervous glance towards Keith, who was filling up some glasses with beer at the other end of the bar. "We should get out of here! I can put up with being pinched and pawed by all the men out there, but I really don't feel like having to give blow jobs to twenty or thirty of them later on tonight!" What she had just said painted a mental picture in my mind that made my jaw drop wide open. Belatedly, I realized that in my eagerness to track down the truth, we'd placed ourselves in a very precarious position. I abandoned any hopes of snooping around and began to quickly think about escape. My mind working furiously, I tried to formulate the best possible solution to our current predicament. The keys to the handcuffs where around our necks. Working together, Jim and I should be able to unlock our handcuffs and hopefully sneak out. I turned to Jim. "You're right, Jim. We've got to cut our losses and get out while we can. I've got a plan, but we'll need to find someplace where we won't be seen. Look around and see if you can find a room or someplace private while you're giving out those drinks. I'll do the same, and we'll meet up back here." A look of relief replaced the worry in her face. "All right, Janet." Jim headed back out into the ballroom, and Keith soon had me loaded up with drinks again. I made my way back into the crowded ballroom, looking in vain for a door or secluded alcove where Jim and I could get rid of these trays and handcuffs and try to sneak out of this wacky party gone wild. Unfortunately, I couldn't see any doors leading from the ballroom. The only way in or out seemed to be the marble staircase guarded by three brawny goons. I slowly made my way through the crowd, giving out drinks and vainly trying to avoid the ever present wandering hands, when suddenly standing before me was the tall, muscular guard who'd been at the gate this afternoon. The evil grin on his face made my blood run cold. He was blocking my path, and as I tried to step around him two of his henchmen grabbed me by the elbows. "Hey, what's the big idea?" I complained. A stab of fear ran through me. Had they discovered that I wasn't really one of their paid prostitutes? They didn't answer. Instead, they led me to the far side of the ballroom, and the guard pushed aside some draperies to reveal a hidden door. He opened the door and I was hustled inside. A couch, a TV set and a small wet bar was all the furniture the room contained. On the far wall was a door that appeared to lead outdoors. "Take off the serving tray and throw her over the arm of the sofa," he ordered. His men quickly unbuckled the tray from around my waist and pushed me down so that I was lying face down across the arm of the couch with my butt up in the air and my face in the cushion. "Why are you doing this," I squealed from my embarrassing position. He lifted up my skirt, and his large hand stroked my rounded buttocks as he explained, "Carl, the head chef, complained to me that you were late. I talked to Mr. Phillips, and he thinks that something should be done about it. Something to make sure you aren't late in the future." Relief briefly flooded throughout my body. They hadn't discovered my secret! I yelped as he smacked my bare butt with his hand. "You were instructed to be here promptly at eight thirty, and you had the audacity to arrive at nine fifteen! Didn't I tell you myself that you shouldn't be late?" he asked, slapping my ass again for emphasis. "Y... yes," I stammered. "Yes what?" he asked harshly, giving my butt another stinging slap. "Yes...sir?" "You've been a bad little whore, and you need to be punished. Give it to me!" he said to one of his associates. Turning my head, I saw that he was handed a tube with the words "Astro Glide" emblazoned on the side. He pulled my thong out of the crack of my ass, and I watched helplessly as he made a big production of applying a thick coating of the gel to the end of his index finger. His hand reached behind me, and I jumped when I felt his finger begin to butter my anus with the lube. "For a whore, your ass is still really tight," he commented as his large finger began to penetrate inside of me. "It's almost a shame to stretch it, but Mr. Phillips has insisted." "Please don't do this to me," I pleaded. I gasped with shock as I felt his thick finger reaching deep inside of me. I tried to get up but his companion's strong hands pushed me back down and held me there. "Please!" I moaned, my face buried in the sofa cushion. He began to use two fingers, stretching me open even further. I'd never had anything inserted into my butt, not even a doctor's finger. This was a completely new and humiliating experience for me. "I think she's ready," he said to his companions. "Hand me one of those butt plugs." "Which one?" asked his friend. I pulled my face out of the cushion to see what they were talking about. In his hands the man held what looked like three oddly shaped dildos. They were each about five inches long, and they were all alike, except that they were three different sizes. They all started out slim at the tip, but they became very wide towards the middle before tapering down somewhat to the tee shaped base. "I think she can handle the fat one," said the guard. It was then my fear addled brain realized what they were for, and that they intended to push the biggest one up my ass. It was huge! I began to struggle again, but to no avail. They were too big and strong, and my hands were cuffed behind my back. "Hold still, you silly twit!" my tormentor ordered. "It'll only hurt worse if you fight it!" Panting, I lay still as I felt the tip of the butt plug begin to penetrate my defenseless anus. Slowly, he pushed it deeper, and I could feel my anus stretching to the point of pain. The deeper he pushed, the more painful it became. I bit into the cushion and groaned as he gradually worked it inside of me. Just when I thought that I couldn't take any more, the pain began to recede. I could feel the tee shaped base of the butt plug as it was pushed down into the crack of my ass, nestling between my cheeks. "There we go, baby. It's all the way in now. That wasn't so bad, was it?" I felt bloated inside, like I had to use the bathroom. My anus still felt stretched, but not to the point of pain. He pulled the thong back into my crack, gave my ass a pat and pulled my skirt back down. "Are we allowed to fuck her?" asked one his henchmen as he helped me to my feet. He leered at me, eyes full of lust. "No, her pussy is off limits. That's reserved for the guests only!" I started to breathe a sigh of relief, but it caught in my throat when he added, "We are allowed to use her mouth, though. Get on your knees, bitch!" Sadly, I realized that I could do nothing but obey. Slowly, I fell to my knees on the thick shag carpet, and the first one approached me and dropped his trousers. His penis was already erect. "Open wide, baby!" he ordered, steel in his voice. As his penis advanced towards my open mouth, it occurred to me that coming here had been a very bad idea. ........................................................................ After they'd finished with me, they released my hands so that I could fix my makeup with the cosmetics in the powder room. They put my serving tray back on and with a slap on my ass they turned me loose back into the ballroom. I slowly made my way through the crowd towards the barroom in a daze. My jaw ached, my mouth was filled with the taste of their semen, and as I walked, I could feel the butt plug rubbing against my insides in a most uncomfortable way. The worst thing by far, however, was the fact that my vagina was dripping wet with desire. Something deep inside of me had become aroused from being at the mercy of those strong, ruthless men, and it frightened me. I was so panicked that all I could think was that Jim and I had to get out of here, and soon! I scanned the crowd, looking for her blonde head, but she was nowhere to be seen. I entered the archway to the barroom and to my relief she was standing by the bar chatting with Keith. When she saw me she said, "Where have you been, Janet? I was starting to get worried!" Hoping she wouldn't notice the way I was walking, I replied, "It's a long story. I'll fill you in later. But in the meantime, I did find someplace where we can get out of these handcuffs." "Thank god! The auction begins in ten minutes!" "What auction? What are you talking about?" Looking around with her wild, scared eyes to see if we were being overheard, she replied in a whisper, "Keith filled me in on the whole deal. It seems that this is some kind of weird kinky charity event. You, me and the other three 'maids' are going to be auctioned off to the highest bidder! They'll be allowed to do with us as they like!" I realized that it was now or never to beat a hasty retreat. "Quickly, follow me, Jim! I found a private room on the other side of the ballroom. It's even got a door that leads outside." Leading the way, I pushed through the crowd towards the door hidden behind the draperies. Once we were inside, it would take just a few minutes to unlock the handcuffs and make our way out the backdoor. I was busy thinking about what we'd do once we got outside, but I really should have been paying more attention to just getting through the door. Before we'd pushed even half way through the crowd, four of Mr. Phillip's goons had swooped down upon poor Jim and I. Taking us by the arms, we were hustled over towards the now dark stage. The musicians had packed it up, and the stage had been cleared except for a single microphone stand in the center. Standing in a row in front of the stage were the three hired prostitutes dressed in their matching maid outfits. There was a petite Asian girl with waist length black hair, a slim brunette and a lovely dark skinned beauty. They smiled in greeting as we were arranged next to them, our trays were removed and a leash was attached to the ring on our leather collars. The brawny man from the gate took hold of the end of mine. "I wish I had the money to afford you, you little slut," he hissed. "The things I'd do to you!" I quivered in my high heels at the thought of it. I glanced over at Jim, who looked just as frightened as I did. Her leash was held by one of the men I'd given a blowjob to earlier, and he winked and blew me a kiss when he saw me looking at him. He'd had a very thick cock, and he'd come in copious amounts, all of which I had been forced to swallow. A single spotlight was turned on and aimed at the center of the stage. The crowd seemed to realize that the entertainment was about to begin because they began to quiet down and gather around the stage. You could never understand just how nervous I was at this point. My hands were bound behind me, my ass was stuffed with the butt plug, and I had no idea what was about to happen. Finally, after a few minutes of waiting, a man in a motorcycle policeman's costume stepped up onto the stage and swaggered over to the microphone. Like everyone else at the party, he was wearing a mask, so I couldn't really tell what his face looked like. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a slim waist. He wore a policeman's cap pulled down low, a leather jacket, tight pants that I had to admit he filled out very nicely, and knee length leather boots. As he took the microphone in his hand and held it up to lips as if to speak, he was stopped by spontaneous applause rising from the audience. "Thank you, Thank you," he said in acknowledgement, his voice booming from the loudspeakers. "To those of you who don't know me, my name is Ted Phillips, and I'd like to welcome you to my humble home. I'd also like to thank all my dear friends who've managed to be here tonight. I hope that you're all enjoying yourselves." The audience clapped and voiced their approval again, and when they'd finished he said, "The reason for tonight's little affair isn't just for fun. We're all here to raise money for the city of Montego Bay's free clinic. By giving up a little bit of your money, we'll be helping those less fortunate than ourselves, and doing our small part in turning our beautiful island into a true paradise!" The audience erupted into applause again, and he was forced to wait for them to quiet down. "And if you have to give away a little bit of your hard earned cash, what could be better to spend your money on than something like this?" He motioned towards the guards, and one of them led the Asian girl by her leash up the short flight of stairs and onto the stage. The spotlight followed her as she was led to the center of the stage. "What's your name, my dear?" Phillips asked, taking her by the elbow and holding the microphone up to her lips. "Mai Ling," she said softly, smiling brightly. The audience showed its approval by cheering and whistling. Turning towards the crowd and winking like a carnival huckster he said, "Imagine yourself lying in this young lady's perfumed embrace! She's very available, but only if you can afford it!" He gave her a quick kiss on the lips before her handler pulled her away by her leash and positioned her a few feet behind him. One by one, the other girls were taken up onto the stage and introduced for the pleasure of the audience. When Jim's turn came, I noticed that she'd pulled herself together enough to walk proudly with her head held high. Thankfully, she had the smarts to introduce herself as 'Candy'. The ballroom rang loud with the whistles, feet stomping and clapping from the rowdy audience. Jim seemed to be the most popular girl yet. Then my brutish handler pulled on my leash, and I, too was led me up onto the stage. I held my head high and tried to appear calm and confident, but I was very conscious of the extra large butt plug lodged in my behind. When I stepped up onto the stage it was so quiet that you could have heard a pin drop, and I thought that maybe something was wrong. But then the audience let loose such a barrage of noise I thought the roof would cave in. When the crowd finally quieted, Mr. Phillips spoke into the microphone. "And what is your name, young lady?" Nervously, I whispered my fake name into the microphone. "Julie." He looked me up and down and licked his lips like a starving wolf. "You are what I would call an A-number one piece of ass, Julie!" Leering into the crowd, he added, "Wouldn't you like to cut yourself off a piece of this, ladies and gentlemen? It could be yours for the evening......But only if your wallet is fat!" My handler yanked on my leash, and I was led away from the spotlight and lined up with the other girls. "Alright, ladies and gentlemen! Are you ready to start the bidding?" The crowd roared its approval, and the auction began...... To be continued......