Mistress PC - Vacation free porn video

This is a continuation of the original story Mistress PC. I feel this isn't a 'stand alone' story. I would recommend reading the first part to this. There are references that would be out of place without the full story.. Now, on with the show.... Mistress PC - Vacation After the diner, Tina is driving Marci to the mall, unbeknownst to Marci. "I'd thought we'd go to my place and I'd show you Ms. PC.?" "Mistress said that you were to buy swimwear for vacation. The program isn't going nowhere. I want to do this before something changes." Tina responds with a devilish grin on her face.. The pair walk into the mall. "So, where to now?" Marci quiziczily asks.. "Just follow me." As Tina leads her thru the concourse. The pair arrive at the store. "Bare Necessities?" Marci half-ly complains to Tina. Tina grabs her hand and leads her into the store. As they weave thru the departments, they arrive at Tina's destination, swimwear. As Tina casually flips thru the suits on the hangars, an attendant comes up. "May I help you?" she asks. "Just looking for a few swimsuits for an upcoming vacation." The attendant casually scans Tina for sizing. Tina gestures to Marci. "Not for me, for her, I'm her 'Fashion Consultant' for her trip" as she says it while using air quotes with her fingers.. The assistant turns towards Marci and raises an eyebrow with a half-cocked smile. "Size?" she asks. "Double D," is Marci's response. "And?" as the assistant presses for the proper sizing info. DD is all that Marci knows about her womanly appearance. Tina interjects. "I think we need a proper sizing." With that, the assistant grabs a tape measure and proceeds to take inventory of Marci's waist, hips and breast sizes. "Yours a size 2, Miss. 33, 24 35 with a DD cup." Tina starts off with the one-piece outfits. Beginning with a traditional conservative style, she hands it to Marci and points to the changing room. With lips closed, Marci breaths out thru her nose in the form of a feminine snort, letting Tina know this isn't voluntary. Marci slowly comes thru the door donning the suit. "feeling a bit naked". Tina chortles. "Now a little fashion show, give me a spin". Marci's mind may object, but Marci's body can't refuse Tina's requests. Marci's arms spread out and she turns for Tina. "That's nice, now this one" as Tina hands another suit to her. She was browsing while Marci was occupied in the changing room. Marci emerges in a fire red, French cut, with a plunging neck line. Marci turns to a full length mirror. "It's almost like I'm wearing an arrow that points to my crotch," Marci remarks. "That's the idea, now spin" Tina chuckles... "How does it feel as you move?" she asks. "A bit of tug on my groin when I move my chest. Not like just wearing a thong alone." Marci critiques. Tina chuckles. "Welcome to women's swimwear". Tina feeds a few more one pieces to Marci to try on and model. Then come the Bikini's. Tina hands her a hangar with what could be viewed as a small bra and panty set. Marci's eyes lock on Tina, laser beams could have shot from her eyes. "Try it on with some enthusiasm" Tina tells her. That suggestion changes Marci's attitude, her eyes brighten a bit, she snatches it from her hands and turns back into the changing room, a little bounce in her step and wiggle in her ass. Tina now realizes that she has full control over Marci on this shopping trip, per Mistress's instructions. Tina plans on using this power. The store clerk walks up to Tina. "Anything in particular I can help you with?" As she stands there with her hands clasped behind her back. This posture makes her smaller breasts stick out a bit. "Well, she's buying for an upcoming tropical vacation." Tina replies "Oh. So, where are you going?" the pretty clerk asks, as she playfully twists here torso back and forth a bit. "Oh, Marci and her new boyfriend are going on their first vacation together." Tina casually looks at her name tag, 'Brittney'. "Oh." As the Brittney casually smiles.. Marci walks out of the changing room in her first Bikini. A standard issue red underwire with matching panty's. She pauses to pose for the audience, which just doubled in the last minute. Brittney has a small smile and takes in a light breath, not un-noticed by Tina. As Marci spins, the attendant grabs another model off a nearby rack and presents it to Tina for approval. "Here, you will like this one." Tina hands it to Marci. Tina knows that she phrased it as a statement, not as an opinion. Tina glances over at Brittney with a quizzical smile. Marci later appears in a white, strapless bikini. "Give us a show" Tina gestures with her hand. Marci happily complies, hands on hips swaying her torso. Taking a few steps and stopping, as if she's on the cat walk for a fashion show. Tina asks Brittney. "Could you be a dear and grab another from that rack over there?" as she points to a rack that is labeled 'Micro-Mini' . With a beaming smile, Brittney bounces over to the rack. As Marci takes the next suit, Tina says. "I think our little helper may be a lipstick lesbian and quite enamored with you. You are to give her a good show to 'Jill-Off' to tonight. Especially with the one she's picking out now." "Lipstick Lesbian?" Marci asks.. "A lipstick lesbian is a woman who likes to look very feminine, and is sexually attracted to very feminine looking women too." She takes the suit from Tina and gives her an understanding smile. Brittney arrives back with her selection for Marci as she emerges for the pair. Marci does the now customary poses in the suit, Britney's eyes widen, then she hands the suit to Marci, 'Your friend wanted me to get you another" wanting to please her customer. The. "Thank you, Brittney" makes her smile wide. The door slowly opens and Marci seems to strut out in slow motion, especially to Brittney. Brittney starts her view at each footstep, moving up her long, toned legs to her hips. Showing a bright yellow sharp V triangle barely covering Marci's womanhood. Moving up, the high straps attached to the patch, ascending towards the ceiling, wrapping around her waist to the small of her back. As she turns, the strings intersect at the top of her ass cheeks. As her twirl continues, Brittney's eyes move up past the bottom of her ribs, the bright yellow fabric just covers the front of each of Marci's tits. Her long brown hair drapes over one shoulder, cascading down over one of her tits. Brittney has a stunned look on her face. If Tina gave Brittney permission for her to masturbate right there, she would. Marci shyly asks Brittney. "Could you please be a dear and help me with my strings? I had trouble tying them." As she turns around and presents her back to Brittney. As Brittney gingerly starts to un-tie then retie the straps, Marci looks at Tina with a devilish smile. Tina can see Brittney with eyes wide, showing her disbelief that she's doing this for Marci. Finished, she turns back around, tits pulled in a bit more, causing more side and bottom boob to squeeze out. "Thank you, Brittney" she says with a smile. She bounces up and down a bit, causing her breasts to follow suit. Marci notices on the floor a price tag that someone dropped. She bends over at her waist to pick it up, giving Brittney a full view of her cleavage. Marci can be so cruel. She wonders if it were Mistress instead of Tina standing there, she could see taking Brittney into the back just like she did with Dave at the shoe store. But that was then, this is a shopping trip with Mark's girlfriend. Maybe another time.. Tina asks. "Do you have any bustier's?" Brittney pauses. "Um.. Yes over in that corner." As she points to another location. "OK, Marci will get dressed and we'll meet you there." Brittney smiles and nods as she walks away, beads of sweat start to form on her forehead. "Are you trying to give her a nervous breakdown?" Marci whispers to Tina. "She's a young lady, she can handle it. Plus you came here in Mark's ill fitting clothes, you need something proper to wear home. "Meet me over there." As Marci enters the changing room, Tina goes off to other departments. Meeting at the Bustiers, Tina has a black thong and a pair of skinny jeans in hand, she hands them to Marci. "here, place these on first." As Marci returns from the changing room, Mark's shirt and her new jeans, accenting her curves. "Much nicer" as Tina hands a bustier to Marci, a red frilly model. Walking out of the room, donning the selection, Marci's breasts are noticeably propped up and her waist is trimmer, if that could be possible. It doesn't pair with the jeans, but Tina is looking for fit and form. Next, a black one. Marci is getting good at being a quick change artist and quickly emerges, handing the red one back to Tina. She turns her back to Brittney and asks. "Be a sweetheart and lace me up?" as Marci presents the laces located on her spine, a corset/bustier hybrid with strings to tie like a corset. As Brittney gingerly starts to tighten the laces, Tina injects. "Put some elbow grease into it girl, nice and tight." With that, Brittney pulls firmer with each row, as Marci's waist contracts. The stiffness causes her to straighten up and her already ample chest to pop out. Marci walks over to the full length mirror to view the results. If you put some black leather boots on her and she'd be a Dom for Brit. Brittney has the same thoughts and desires. Tina walks up behind Marci and whispers in her ear. "You like this look, hot and sexy. Wearing corsets turns you on" Marci's eyes widen as one corner of her lips curl up in agreement. Next a white one is handed to Marci. She returns to Brit and asks her to unlace the corset. A bit of shaking can be viewed in her hands as she complies. Slightly licking her lips with furrowed eyebrows, Brit tries to keep herself under control. The last one, mostly plain white with a little black trim, but a vine and floral pattern adorns one side. The vine starting just above the groin cascading around the back, then back to the front, with the flower ending at the front of the tit. But the same effect as the first bustier, pump up the breasts and slim the waist. "Nice. Wear that one home" Tina instructs her. "One last item, those shoes gotta go." As Tina takes her hand. They make a quick visit to the shoe department and Marci settles on a simple pair of 4 inch heeled sandals, per Tina's 'recommendations'. This lifts her a bit, but also her butt. As they walk to the cash register, it's noticeable with her breasts and butt sticking out opposite ends, a wiggle in both as they approach the counter. Accompanied by Brittney, she slides behind the counter to ring up the items. Tina notices the store manager at the counter. "I just wanted to let you know" as Tina tells her. "That Brit here was a really big help assisting us today." As Tina places all the items on the counter, as well as the tags from the items Marci was wearing. The manager scans the items, knowing this was no small sale. Marci adds. "We'll be back, and I'd like her to assist us again." Brittney faces the floor, embarrassed with the praise, her face a bit blushed and a smile on her face, knowing she'll see Marci again. The manager responds. "Thank you very much, she's one of our best employees. She' very helpful to our customers. Have a good day." As the manager turns and walks away to attend to other activities. Brittney rings up the transaction, just under $600. Marci stares daggers at Tina as she hands Mark's credit card to Brittney. Tina leans in and whispers into her ear. "pay no attention to the cost, just think how sexy these makes you feel. You want to look sexy for Tom." Marci's face softens and shimmies her breasts thinking of Tom. All bagged up, Brittney takes the bags and escorts the pair to the door. Handing the bags to Tina and Marci, Brit says. "Thank You for shopping at Bare Necessities today, it was a pleasure assisting you." The standard corporate line at the end of the sale, especially one this large. Tina gently grasps Brits' hand and gives a feminine shake. Turning to Marci, they grasp hands, but Marci leans in and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, I'll be back for more." Brittney can't ignore the wetness in her panties anymore. Marci and Tina turn and exit the store to walk into the mall. Marci swinging her hips, waving goodbye. Brittney goes to her boss. "I need to take a break", her manager nods in approval, as Brit makes a bee line to the employees restroom. "Let's stop for something to eat." Tina tells Marci. She's knowingly giving Marci commands as opposed to asking her opinion. She's testing her powers of suggestion over Marci, not knowing how long this will last, she wants to make the most of it. They sit down in a local food court, each with salads after Tina informs Marci on the importance of eating light to keep her shape. She makes sure to tell her how delicious it all is. After finishing their delicious lunch, the two just sit and chat. Looking over at a pair of good looking men just standing and talking with each other, Tina says. "Just look at those men talking over there." Marci casually looks over and sees the subject of Tina's comment. "Just think how nice is ass looks." Tina is keeping an eye on Marci. "Think about wrapping your arms around him, squeezing his firm ass as you kiss him." "That's all you're thinking about now, his lips. His strong arms pulling you close." Marci unknowingly parts her lips and slightly licks them. "You're thinking of feeling his crotch, how big his hard on is. Just think of how great it would be to go down on him." Another absentminded lick of her lips, and her breathing deepens as Marci breathes thru her slightly opened mouth, she can't take her eyes off of him. "Think of your lips wrapped around his cock." Indentations of her nipples can be slightly seen thru her bustier. "Now, think how good he kisses as the weight of his body lays on top of you." Marci's eyebrows raise up has her eyes widen and her breathing quickens. "Answer me, if I wasn't here, if he came over to ask you out, would you give him your number?" A quiet 'yes' passes her lips as her face changes to a look of wanting. "Marci, stop thinking of him." She shakes the cobwebs from her head, looks at Tina and says. "What the hell were you doing?" "I just wanted to see what your reaction would be, for you to see what it's like to be a woman and fantasize about a man." Tina smiles. "Well, stop it! Let's go home so I can give Tom a proper fashion show." "Oh, no, these items are for the trip. You are not to wear them before then. But I'm not opposed to the idea behind that." They stand up to leave. Walking towards the handsome man, sitting with his friend, Tina leans into Marci and says. "Give him a long, hard stare as we walk by. Have a soft smile on your face." "I hate you right now." Marci snaps, but is forced to comply with Tina's instructions. Marci and the man lock eyes as they pass by, Marci slightly smiling. As they walk away, Tina notices in the reflection of a shiny steel wall panel that he is getting up from his chair. Tina leans in again and says. "Smile. You will be polite in your rejection, flirt a little with him. If he offers you his number, graciously accept it. Hard nipples." The man approaches the pair from behind. "excuse me" as he tries to get their attention, they stop and turn towards him. "I saw you in the food court and was wondering if I could buy you a coffee, or something. " Marci smiling, nipples slightly muffled by the bustier, but still noticeable. "Well, I don't even know your name." she sexily says as she slightly twists her torso back and forth, displaying her wares. "Cameron.. My name is Cameron." As he extends his hand in friendship, while viewing her tits. It's hard not to notice. Marci grasps his hand. "Marci, and my friend is Tina" as Tina gives him a smile and nod. Marci takes back her hand and curls her hair behind her ear with her fingers. This is part of her flirting actions with him. With pouting lips, she says. "Sorry, I'm sort of in a relationship right now, but I am flattered with your offer." Cameron reaches into his pocket and pulls out a sale receipt and a pen. He proceeds to write his name and phone number on the back of it. "Well, if you find yourself available, I'd be honored if you'd give me a chance." As he presents the paper to her. Marci smiles and takes it in one hand, as she takes her other hand and slowly raises it to his chest. Taking her index finger, she touches his top shirt button and starts to run her fingernail down his chest, curving left and right around the buttons as she lowers it to his stomach. She giggles says. "You just made the top of my list." Smiles, and puts the paper into her pocket. Fluttering her eyelashes. "Bye", as they both women turn and walk away. Letting her ass sway with each step. Tina asks. "Top of 'YOUR' list?" "Well, he's the first, so naturally he's on top. Jealous?" Marci giggles. "You made me do it, remember." After a few days of preparation and anticipation, our odd couple are finally at their Caribbean vacation bungalow. While Mark is indisposed of in the bathroom, Tina's phone vibrates, it's a message from Mistress: "BTW, I gave you a small power of suggestion over Marci. Not like your shopping trip, but enough for her to think that you have a good idea. She can override it eventually, but she'll feel compelled to comply with your suggestions until then. Enjoy... M ;-)" Mark emerges from the bathroom, washing up from the long flight, the bright yellow bikini, the one that Brittney liked so much, is conspicuously laid out on the bed for Mark to view, Tina sitting next to it, smiling. "Already, and THAT one?" as Mark gestures to the small geometric triangles on the bed. "Yes, we need to get a good base tan going. If you start with the one piece, you'll have odd tan lines when wearing this. Now, 'come out Marci". Mark quickly unbuttons his shorts, then starts to undo the top buttons of his shirt. Just in time to catch his chest inflating under it. As he works down the buttons, his hips widen and force the zipper of his shorts to open with the tugging of the fabric. "Next time, a little warning." Marci says as she shimmies out of Mark's shorts. As Tina removes her own wardrobe, she says. "Now, do me." Marci has a sly look on her face as she walks towards Tina. "Not that" Tina says with a smirk. "Tom... We'll have time for that later. If I get a base tan like this, Tom will have some explaining to do with bikini tan lines on his chest. Marci playfully pouts a bit and complies. Once at the pool, Tom picks a pair of lounge chairs so that anyone can get a full view of Marci. As they lay out their towels, Marci comments. "You know, Speedo's really aren't in style for men right now, it's the longer, looser shorts." "Yes I know, but again, Tina will have an odd tan line later if Tom wears long shorts. Plus, I'm use to getting some stares, although mainly from men. Also, Mistress gave Tom a nice package, why not flaunt it a bit, women check things out too. It's no different from a woman with a good pair hanging in a hammock from her chest, I just have a different package hanging in a hammock between my legs. And, since this is a common international vacation spot, there are some European men here in similar attire. I'll blend nicely." Tom takes the suntan lotion, with a big smile hand hands it to Marci. "Ladies first". Marci knows Tom is loving this. "Use it generously, I'll do your back in a minute." Marci leans in and coyly says. "why can't I have you do it all?" "As tempting as it sounds, I'll pass for now. It would be a turn on, for both of us. I think I would 'grow to the occasion' and I would be on display for all to see. Ladies can handle most of the lotion themselves, their men are responsible for the back and shoulders. Plus, it's sort of erotic watching a beautiful woman poolside, sloooooowly lathering lotion all over her body." "So, women DO know what they are doing." As Marci starts to dispense the lotion up the length of her legs, she then slowly starts to massage in the oil. "Yup!" Tom says as he lies back in the chair. Later on, after a bit of time in the sun, Marci sees Tom lying on his stomach in the lounge chair. She grabs the bottle of lotion, straddles his legs at his knees and kneels on the chair. She takes the warm bottle of lotion, she fills a palm and proceeds to apply, liberally, to his back. Taking her time, she massages the lotion into his skin. Taking note of the contours of his back. This is the first time she really had a chance to interview is body with her eyes. All previous times were low light or she was pre-occupied with other activities. Now she can take her time, using her fingers to trace the valleys in between the muscles Mistress granted him. The width of his shoulders, his shoulder blades pushing up from his spine. The taper running down to the small of his back, with his spine being the ladder that runs up from his ass to his neck. Marci lays another layer of lotion on and uses her fingertips to work it in. Not realizing her hips rocking back and forth against his ass cheeks as she works up then down his back, her focus is on his muscles. His hands are under his head, so his arms are spread out left and right. Marci works in lotion on his shoulders, then caressing his biceps as she runs her hands up and down his arms. She takes note of how small and delicate her hands are compared to his forearm. She fantasizes doing this same routine to his chest, with him face up. Leaning forward, she unknowingly puts pressure on her pussy as it presses on his ass. Tom squeezes his ass cheeks together, causing further rubbing action on her pussy. Her applying suntan lotion turned into a sensual public massage. "MMmmmmm" from Tom. "Don't stop. Keep doing that, it feels good." He realizes what effect this is having on Marci, both the massage and the suggestion he just planted. Marci takes in the suggestion, she continues to use her palms pushing up his back, fingertips pulling down, tracing around his shoulder blades, fantasizing. With each stroke, Marci's torso leans forward and back, rolling her groin back and forth over his butt, as he squeezes his cheeks together, reciprocating a massage to her. Marci realizes her hips are starting to shimmy back and forth plus her heavy breathing and beating heart, she quickly sits up. Her nipples prominent, dotting the center of the two yellow triangles on her chest. Standing up, the increased blood flow to her womanhood had caused some swelling, a bit of a camel-toe has appeared. She quickly tells Tom. "I'm going in for a swim". Tom smiles, knowing her situation. She needed to cool down and take her mind off of her man. A thought flashes thru her mind, just a week ago, she was the man in the relationship. Quickly walking to the edge of the pool, she dives into the deep end. Gliding underwater, she appears on the other side and pops up at the edge, crossing her arms on the deck of the pool to support her. Glancing at the people in the chairs, all the men have their eyes on her. This is just a continuation of the show she gave them moments ago. Feigning a smile, she pushes off and starts to do laps the length of the pool. Another challange for this new woman. Her breasts move the water past her body different from Marks' body. Some extra ballast to work with. If she thought the men would turn their attention away with her in the pool, she was wrong. Having her ass move up and down the length of the pool with the water curling around her orbs, was just as erotic to them. Cooled down, and more importantly, calmed down, she exits the pool. Walking up the steps from the water, she slowly takes her hands and slicks her hair back squeezing out the water. This caused he breasts to be on full display for all of the men to view, just as Mistress ordered. Marci casually waltz's over to her chair to dry off. Once dried, she asks Tom to lotion her back, so she can lay facedown and ignore the world for a while. She asks Tom. "Would you be a dear and take care of my back." Not wanting to get a burn. Tom happily complies to her request, but he knowingly sits off to the side. He doesn't want his member playing peek- a-boo with the other guests. He starts to undo the bows on the top for her string bikini, Marci lifts up her head. "What are you doing?" Tom replies. "No tan lines here. Just stay on your stomach. Before you get up later, just reach around and tie them off." As he completes his task, he slathers in the tanning oil, returning the favor of the massage earlier. Marci smiles, the sounds of the pool side drift off as she closes her eyes. A short time later, Marci wakens to the same song that put her to sleep, the sounds of the pool. She extends her arms against the chair and pushes up. Turing around, she sits up facing the pool. Noticing the feel of her hair against her nipples she looks down, then at the guests across the pool taking in the erotic sight of her hair draped over her naked tits. She looks down at the lounge chair, her bikini top still laid out on the chair. She quickly spins back around, resuming her previous position. She then ties the strings around her back, Tom did tell her about this earlier. Some of her old male habits are hard to break, sitting up after tanning isn't a chore for a man. She resumes her sitting position and looks back over at the men across the pool, mouths agape. She gives them a coy little smile, 'Oppsies' on her part. She can't blame the men for looking. Tom, still laying down next to her, eyes still closed says. "You'll never do that again, will you?" He smiles. The next day, the beach is the destination. In their room, Tom and Marci are readying themselves for the day. Tom lays out her yellow bikini on the bed again. Marci replies. "For the beach too? Wasn't yesterday enough?" "Yesterday was just the appetizer. Yes, wear it today. 'You will enjoy this'." Knowing her suggestion should push past any further objections. "You won't be alone, you know." Tom, standing naked by the bed, spreads his arms out and says. "Tina, please." Marci says. "Come out, Tina" and Tom's body complies, shrinking in stature but expanding in all of the womanly areas. Tina reaches down and grabs her bikini that was also on the bed. "A girls' day out on the beach." But unknown to Marci, Tina realizes that if 'Marci and Tom' are on the beach, then Marci will only get looks from afar. If it's 'Marci and Tina', then Marci will have to deal with men personally on the beach. Out at the private beach side for the resort, Marci and Tina lay claim to a pair of beach chairs for seaside relaxation. But Tina ensures it's in a high traffic area. Setting the chairs closer to each other, they sit down and start to apply sunscreen to each others' back. While Marci is running her hands over Tina's back, Tina tells her. "Remember yesterday when I told you that it was erotic seeing a woman apply slowly apply suntan oil to herself? Well, watching two beautiful women apply oil to each other's body is hotter than that." Marci smiles, knowing what Tina says is true. Tina gives Marci a casual suggestion. "Take your time, give the men a good show. Don't forget to get my chest." Marci slows down a bit but seems to be a bit more animated in her actions, getting every nook and cranny of Tina's back and shoulders. Marci grabs the bottle of lotion and says. "OK, turn around", as Tina swings around to face her. Marci resumes her actions by massaging the oil into the tops of Tina's breasts, being sure to get under the edge of the bikini top and straps. Tina looks over Marci's shoulder and spies several groups of young men stopping what they are doing and watching them. Tina turns it up a bit by closing her eyes and arching her back a bit, extending her breasts out a bit to enhance the show. With the pair properly lathered up, they start the long, hard task of sunning themselves. Sometime later, after a few flips front to back, Tina says. "Let's stretch our legs, let's go for a walk." Another suggestion to another tactic to show off Marci to the beach goers. Another slightly erotic scene, two beautiful , bikini clad women, walking in the surf. After a trip around the beach, Tina ensured that it was a slow walk, back at their chairs, Marci looks up at the resort. "I gotta pee, I'll be back in a bit." Tina responds. "Why go all the way back up there, that's too long of a walk. Just take a swim way out. We are at the ocean, anyway. Go pee out there." Marci smiles, Tina is right. Besides, guys do it all the time.. Marci wades out into the surf, and takes a dive into the warm water. Swimming out, she casually moves around. She's noticing the difference in the buoyancy of a woman's body. Breasts have a lot of fatty tissue. With the generous amount Marci had, plus the salt water normally making items more buoyant, she notices she can just float on her back with her natural life preservers poking out of the water. This made it easier to relax and let her water 'flow'. Taking advantage of the natural buoyancy, she just floats around using a back stoke to maneuver . Fifteen minutes later, she's emerging from the water. As she's walking in the surf, she slicks her hair back with both hands, another erotic beachside view for the men. Not paying attention to her surroundings, she was focused at Tina, Marci missed the growing wave developing behind her. It crashes into her back, pushes her forward and down into the foamy surf. Emerging from the white froth, Marci stands up and catches her breath. She notices the tiny triangles are no longer on the front of her tits, they are on top of her breasts, with her nipples laid bare for anyone to see. She quickly turns around, but that only allows the other bathers behind her a generous view. Marci can't win in this situation. She grabs the bottoms of the flimsy fabric, pulls them out and bends over to allow her tits to hang down so she can tuck them back into the bikini top. But what this does is gives the beach goers a good view of her ass in a thong and her camel-toe between her long legs. With herself now composed, she walks out of the water to her chair. She passes by a husband and wife in their own chairs. Once Marci passes, the wife elbows the grinning husband. What the wife doesn't see is their 15 year old son lying on his blanket, grinning ear to ear. As Marci is standing at her chair, drying her hair with her towel, a football lands nearby and tumbles to the foot of her chair. A familiar tactic to Marci, once Mark.. Have a football or Frisbee 'accidentally' land near a beautiful woman to start a conversation.. Now she's on the receiving end of the tactic. She feels obligated to play along. She bends down to pick up the football, giving the boys full view of the top of her tits. She attempts to pick it up with one hand, as Mark would customarily do, but her smaller hand prevents it. Scooping it up with two hands, she places it in her right hand, cocks her arm back and expertly rockets a spiral right past the nearby man. Marci may look like a woman, but knows how to throw like a man, right down to extending her leg and twisting her foot . But she still has to get accustomed to the mounds of flesh on her chest when she throws, the men are not focused on the flying ball, just the jiggling flesh in front of them. Marci stands there with her hands on her ample hips, waiting for one of them to retrieve the ball and reciprocate. Finally, the ball is picked up and sent back to Marci, but in her attempt to catch it, it bounces off her body. She still needs to take into account her tits when catching the ball. Tina sees the action and walks over to Marci to watch. A few volley's back and forth, one of them has the courage to walk up to introduce himself. Before he gets there, Tina suggests how cute he is and that since Marci responded with the football, she obligated to flirt as long as possible with him. "Hi, I'm Mike." Then pointing to his friend in the distance. "that's Bob" Marci smiles and curls her hair around her ear. "Marci, and this is my friend Tina." "Hello" as Tina nods. "You sure do know how to handle a football." Mike compliments her. "Well, I have brothers and grew up on a farm, sort of customary to toss a football around." Marci bends a knee forward and slightly twists her hips. "So, the two of you are on vacation, together?" Marci questioning why two attractive men are vacationing at a resort. "It's not what it seems. My girlfriend broke up with me about two months ago. Then a month ago my name got drawn for a 4 day, 3 night stay at this resort. Boy, did she try to make up with me. But I figured 'screw her', a bro's weekend was in order. Of course the 3 nights are on the front end of the week, so we're flying out in two days. We're trying to make the most of our time here." "Oh." As Marci gives a slight smile. "We were going to try and get a volleyball game together, do you want to join us?" Mike asks. Marci looks down at her outfit and at Tina's. "Not today, we just got here, maybe another time?" as she reaches out to take the football out of his hands, she places her hands on his, then slides them onto the football to pull it out of his grasp. "Go long" and she steps back like a quarterback with the football, ready to rocket one off. Mike quickly runs back towards his friend as Marci launches it over his head towards Bob. She waves back to Mike as he stumbles while backpedalling looking at Marci. The girls giggle and turn to go back to their chairs.. "If I wasn't here, you'd do him." As Tina plants a suggestion but looks for her response. Marci just smiles. The next day the routine seems to be the same as before, but Tina lays out the French cut, low plunge one piece. Marci thinks this is a small reprieve from the string bikini. But she doesn't realize that this fashion also accents all of the right curves and can be just as sexy. Tina follows suit with her own one piece. Knowing Mike and Bob may be at the beach, volleyball may be in the cards. Later in the day while Tina and Marci are busy sunbathing, Mike walks up to the bathing beauties with a volleyball, tossing it hand to hand. "Good afternoon ladies, how's the vacation going?" as he uses it as a opener. Pulling down their sunglasses, poking their eyes over the frames. "Oh, hi Mike. We're having a good time, present company included." Tina starts off the conversation, wanting to keep Mike around for Marci. Even though she's Marci's boyfriend at times, she wants to see how far she can have Marci get involved with Mike, playing matchmaker. She knows Mike and Bob will be leaving soon, so a bit of island romance is just the thing a girl needs. Mike takes the hint of the 'present company included' reference. "We're looking to pair off with someone for volleyball, interested? The sun is just as inviting over at the courts as it is at the chairs." Tina doesn't let Marci any input. "Sure, we'd love too. Meet you there." Soft smiles exchanged as Mike walks away. "What are you doing?" Marci chastises Tina. "We're on vacation to have some fun. I like them, they seem nice, plus I'm getting a bit bored just laying here. What could happen on the beach? Anyway, Mike is cute and you're hot for him." Tina knows she's planting suggestions. "There's no harm in a bit of flirting, and you like to flirt with Mike. We're going over to play with them." That last statement is purposely left open to Marci's interpretation. "Plus, Mike has a nice chest and ass. You can't help but notice." Of course Tina pairs with Bob so that Tina is with Mike. A few volleys back and forth goes as expected, most of the plays are from the men. Even though Marci has more successful experience at playing volleyball, that was during the 'Mark years'. As Marci, a different set of parameters are in action, as the globes on her chest setting her natural balance off. But she's still playing a lot better than Tina and Bob. On one time Tina is handing the ball to Tina at the net, Tina say. "You play and act like a girly girl". Marci smiles, but the suggestion takes. Now she's dropping the ball more. When the ball rockets near her, she pulls in her arms away from it not to get hit, with a little girly 'Oh'. A flutter of her lashes and a smile, she says sorry to Mike. Walking over to get the ball, hips are swaying. Bending over for the ball, she makes sure not to bend her knees and gives Mike a nice view of her ass and camel-toe. With these new 'girly' actions in play, Mike's game is brought down too. With all of the jiggling mass for Mike to look at, and the occasional giggle and 'Oopsie' from Marci, it's hard for Mike to concentrate on the game at hand. But he doesn't realize Tina is playing another game. Another ball handoff at the net, Tina smiles and whispers. "you're acting like you have a schoolgirl crush on him". Marci blushes and walks away. As the game plays on, Marci can be seen flirting a bit more, curling her hair behind an ear, soft smiles at Mike. But also noticed by many her tits are now accented with her nipples poking thru. The game goes as Tina wanted, her and Bob creamed their opponents, but it was all in fun, especially for Tina watching her friend act like a schoolgirl for Mike. As the afternoon wears on Mike wonders if the pair would be interested in meeting at the resorts nightclub later, it's their last night and would like to treat them to a night out. Tina doesn't give Marci a chance to respond. "We'd love to, 8 o'clock?" The men agree to it as they split off to their respective rooms. Back at their room, Marci asks Tina. "What are you doing? Going out on a date with them?" she sternly says. "Marci, calm down. Believe me, I have no intentions of double dating with them. " More suggestions for Marci, Tina needed to calm down the situation. Her second statement was a half truth, she had no intentions on Bob, but she did want Marci to experience a vacation romance. "Listen, they're nice guys. We had some fun on the beach, right?" Marci nods in agreement. "Right now, you and I are a pair of unattached women at a vacation resort." Tina walks over to Marci and looks her in the eyes, emphasizing her words. "There's nothing wrong with a little harmless flirting and having the company of two young, attractive men. Right?" "You're right. I'm sorry I overreacted. I'm still adjusting to women's hormones. What Tom and I had is one thing, but these are new struggles for me to keep in check." "Marci, you just referred to Tom as if that person wasn't in this room. Maybe not in body, but in spirit. Remember who I am." Emphasizing again into Marci's eyes. "Trust me, I'll let you know when things go too far. Just let things play out and see where they go, have some fun. No need to have guilty feelings, Tom's here too." Marci processes the suggestions. "OK. When you're right, you're right. Fun, we're here for our fun." As Marci composes herself. "We have a couple of hours, just take your time to get ready." Walking up to what the resort calls a 'club', but it's more like a nice outside bar with seating for light eating and a dance floor surrounded by tiki-torches. Marci's wearing a thigh length low cut red sundress, Tina is in a floral strapless sundress, that ends below the knee. Tina ensured that Marci was the hotter one tonight. Meeting up with Mike and Bob, they couples have engage in light chit- chat as they nosh on various appetizers and a few light drinks. Even though they are light drinks, with Marci's lighter frame, they have a bit more of an impact, taking off the edge. After a few tunes played for the dance floor, Mike takes Marci's hand and motions his head to the dance floor. Tina leans into Marci and whispers. "Thrilling, go dance with him". Marci's heart flutters a bit as he leads her out to the dance floor. Tina turns to Bob, sort of shrugs her shoulders and motions the same for him and her, she has no intentions, other than support for her friend. A few songs later, the worked up couples work their way back to their table. More casual conversation, some more dancing as the night progresses. With Tina giving subtle suggestions on Marci's flirting, She notices a bit more close dancing between the two, and a bit of grinding on Marci's part. The night moves on, and the couples end up at a corner of the bar to carry on their conversation. At one point, Mike grasps Marci's hand and says. "It's a nice night for a walk on the beach, wanna come?" Marci's eye brighten a bit, she looks at Tina. She responds with a soft smile and nod of approval. With that, the pair walk off, hand in hand into the moonrise on the beach. Leaving Tina and Bob back at the bar. Tina tells Bob that she's appreciative of his company, but she's not interested in any island romance, she's here for Marci, she's had some 'changes' in her life and Tina was 'helping' her out with them. Bob has the same story. But he actually has a girlfriend back home. With Mike's breakup with his girlfriend, then this trip came up, this was a way for Bob to help him thru it. Mike actually had strong feelings for his 'Ex', before her breaking up with him. He was being Mike's wing-man on the trip. Bob has no intentions of any romance either. Tina is relieved, no awkward moments. Tina picks up her glass for a toast. "to the wing men". Bob reciprocates. "So just a casual night, keep me company?" Tina asks with a smile. "I'd be honored" Bob responds. Later on, last song, Tina and Bob are on the dance floor as the song ends. Tina leans up and kisses him on the cheek. "Every good wingman deserves a kiss goodnight for their good deeds. Thank you, Bob" "Good night, Tina, Thank You too." With that, they part the dance floor, each alone, back to their rooms. Fifty minutes after getting back to their room, Tina can hear the 'bleep-bleep' of the card key opening the door, Marci is home. Two hours after they pair left for their 'walk' on the beach. Tina, in a night shirt with her hands on her shapely hips, mockingly says. "It's about time you got home, young lady. Where - have - you - been!" with a sly smile on her face. "Well" as Marci looks lightly down, smiling and curling her hair behind an ear. "We just took a walk for a while." "And?" Tina feels like she's interrogating her. "And, nothing... ...... We just.... talked" smiling, walking away from her and kinking her head to one side, leading Tina on. . "Just walked and talked?" "Well yeah, on the beach, in the surf and moonlight, just talked." "With a good looking man, on an island vacation, in the moonlight and the surf, just talked?" "Yeah, knowing what happened with his girlfriend, I broached the subject and offered a sympathetic ear. I have a unique perspective when it comes to men and knowing what to say. He really liked her, but she dropped him for someone with deeper pockets. When he won the trip and she tried to get back together, that sealed the deal, he saw her for what she was. Sometimes a girl can get a guy to talk,, especially when she knows how he feels." Tina has a somewhat sad look on her face.. "But the mini makeout session helped lift his spirits." Marci has a devilish grin. Tina beams at her friend. "He's not into revenge sex to get back at her, but he was enthusiastic when I 'accidentally' tripped into him and he stopped me from falling. The 'Thank You' kiss broke the ice." "You sly dog.. But you said he wasn't into revenge sex.. but what about you?" "A girl doesn't kiss and tell." Giggling as she walks to the window. "Well, it's late and we had a long day. I'm turning in." Tina lets Marci have her little victory. Fifteen minutes later, Marci emerges from the bathroom ready for bed in her own nightshirt. Tina has an idea and a small trick up her sleeve. "It's late, I'm turning in. You look tired, you should be feeling really tired." Marci becomes flushed and her eyelids a bit heavy. "You need to get a good nights' rest. Bed for you" Tina suggests, Marci agrees and sloshes to bed. "Marci, you're so tired, you'll be sound asleep when your head hits the pillow". Marci mistakes the suggestions for casual bedtime talk. As instructed, Marci closes her eyes as she snuggles her head into the pillow and quickly drifts off to sleep. Tina leans in and whispers into her ear. "Deep sleep. Dream of Mike and you walking on the beach tonight." A smile grows on Marci's sleeping face, dreaming of the night as instructed. "You trip and fall into Mike's arms, he leans in and kisses you." Mmmmm from Marci "You unbutton and remove his shirt. You turn around and he unzips your dress." Marci starts to breath a bit heavier. "You face him and let the dress fall to the ground." her nipples can be seen thru the thin nightshirt. "You walk into his arms and kiss again. He's yours. He does everything just as you want. He gives you your desires. This is what you wanted to happen, he fulfills your desires. You are dreaming what your desires are. You let Mike be your dream man." Tina rolls away. "That should make her dreams interesting." As she lays her head down to sleep, she hears Marci strained breathing and long moans. Tina's compressing years of a young woman's experience into a two week vacation. In the morning, Tina is already awake. Marci opens her eyes, exhausted from her dreams, her panties soaked from her late night desires. "You had a restless night, are you ok?" "Yeah, I guess I just couldn't get comfortable.." Marci uses as an excuse. But her hard nipples and wet sheets give her away. One hot shower with a masturbatory session, Marci emerges from the bathroom refreshed, tensions relieved. Afternoon rolls around with Tina and Marci still mulling around their room. Tina emerges from the bathroom naked and tells Marci. "Tom, please" as she holds her arms outstretched. Marci fulfills her request. "Come out Tom" as Tina's body is commanded to morph from a petite Tina to a very masculine and well endowed Tom. "I was wondering when you were coming for a visit." Marci says to Tom. Tom walks over to a chair with a small pile of clothes on it, he bends down, grabs it and tosses it on the bed towards Marci. "As much as I'd love to do you right now, we have other obligations to fulfill, mainly you have obligations." Marci stares at the pile on the bed. "Today we get it all out of the way. No more distractions at the beach, today is entertainment day. There is a bar across town with a wet tee- shirt contest later this afternoon. Then there's a club with amateur night later." Marci takes in a deep breath staring at the pile on the bed, knowing there is no way around this, especially knowing Mistress. She picks up the clothes. One is a thong and a pair of short shorts, a pair of 4"heeled pumps, and finally a low cut, form fitting halter top. "No Bra?" Marci asks.. "Not needed where we're going." Tom walks towards Marci. "remember, you won't be up there alone, it will be a line of girls." This is no relief to Marci. "Yeah, but all of us are vying for 'best in show'. " "Don't worry, once you're on stage, all of you anxiety will fade away." Marci and Tom at the bar, Tom prods Marci to go and sign up for the wet- tee contest. After she signs the waivers, they hand her a too small white tee-shirt to change into. Holding it open, it's clear it's a woman's half shirt, with a wide neck opening for showing cleavage. Marci gives Tom a 'I'm not happy' look and proceeds to the change room. Marci walks out of the change room to give him her halter top, nipples blazing. "I hope you're happy. A fair amount of underboob apparent." "Remember, it's not me making this requirement, but I'm happy to participate." That's no comfort to Marci. "Listen to me" Tom looks into her eyes, making a strong suggestion. "once the water hits your body you'll want to be every mans sex object. You'll thrill at turning them on. Their cheers will make you want more." Marci blinks a few times. "I hope so" not realizing the suggestions' hold on her. On stage, all of the well endowed beauties are lined up. The music plays as the women, including Marci, dance in place, working the cheering crowd. The MC calls contestant number one to the front. Marci is number four of the pack of eight girls, so she'll get an idea of what to do. The girl twists and turns to entice the crowd. The MC reaches into an ice barrel and pulls out a quart bottle of water. Snapping off the top he reaches over the contestant and starts to pour over the woman's breasts. The crowd goes wild as she picks up the pace. Two more contestants down, now it's Marci's turn. The MC calls over number four and Marci struts forward, her high heels making her tits and ass more pronounced. Taking queue from her predecessors, she lightly twists and turns. The MC applies the customary lubrication to her chest. The ice cold water hits her tits, it sends a chill up her spine and causes her back to arch, pressing her wares tighter to the now translucent fabric. Now Tom's suggestion is triggered. Her nipples harden and protrude from her shirt, circled by her now visible pink areolas. Her hips start to sway more suggestively to the background music. Her hands go up in the air above her head as she starts to gather favor amongst the crowd. Twirling and swaying, she goes into showgirl mode. All men should be looking at her. She turns around, and presents her ass to the crowd. The MC pours a stream of ice-cold water cascading over her ass cheeks running down her long legs. With a bright eyed, wide mouthed smile on her face, she works the crowd. Leaning forward and shimmying her tits for the men. She stands up, turns around. Bending over at her hips and legs shoulder width apart, she stretches out her hands and places her palms on the floor, her torso folded in half against her knees. Giving the crowd a view of her split ass cheeks and camel-toe. The crowd cheers, Marci smiles. Marci's turn is over as the next girl walks out. Now back in line, but Marci continues with the gyrations. Turing to her left, she becomes face to face with contestant number three in her own wet tee. Marci presents her tits to her neighbor as the two women rub their shirted nipples together. Marci lowers her hands to number 3's ass, cups them and pulls her into Marci. Hips swinging, both turn around and rub their ass cheeks together. Marci is drinking in the attention. Lost in the crowd is Tom, cheering on his girl. He scans the crowd and sees the excitement of the men cheering on his girl. He notices cell phones snapping pictures centered on his woman. But he's also noticing how much fun Marci is having. Unsure how much of it is his previous suggestions or just Marci being Marci on the stage, the center of all of these men's attention. All girls done, the MC walks behind the show-girl line with his hand over each one's head, Marci has the loudest cheers from the frenzied crowd, she won. Losing a bit of control in her excitement, Marci jumps up and down in her heels, her tits pop out and in from under her shirt, thanking the men. A few more twists and turns, plus blowing a thank you kiss to the men, Marci walks off stage with the line of girls. With bright eyed excitement, Marci finds Tom at the bottom of the staircase. "I WON!" Tom smiles, he's proud of his girl.. Now it's s full time chore moving with Marci thru the crowd of men. All want to get a selfie with her, even with Tom right next to her. Tom motions to one of the bouncers to enlist his help with getting her thru the sea of horny men. They get the girls backstage. 15 minutes later, a dried off Marci reappears in her original halter top, carrying her crumpled tee, her hard earned trophy for today's event. Smiling, she leans in and kisses Tom. "That was fun, once I got over the initial apprehension. Thank you." "My pleasure, plus a hundred others." He smiles back. They head back to the hotel. Marci cleans up and dolls up for her next appointment, amateur night. Marci wears the same outfit as the night she met Tina at the hotel bar as Marci for the first time. Right down to the ruby red lips, cleavage magnet necklace and dangling earrings. Donning her 4" red pumps, she struts out of the hotel on her man's arm, into the taxi, now to the strip club. It's a quite ride to the club. Marci has a bit of butterflies in her stomach. Tom can tell she's a little nervous, her hand in his gives him a tell with her grasping his hand in hers. "A little nervous?" he asks. "A little." She takes in a deep breath. "The contest earlier today seemed easy to manage. I wasn't alone on stage, sort of like strength in numbers for a girl. Plus I still had a top on, I know it was translucent, but it still had a lot more fabric than the bikini top. This will be different, I know I'll still have a thong on, but that's all. And I'll be the focus on stage, for an extended time too, three songs long." "Well, tomorrow you'll look back and it'll be a short memory for you" he looks at her, she gives a tight lip smile. Looking in her eyes, he says. "Once your foot hits the stage, all of your apprehension will disappear, you belong there. When the music starts, you want to be every man's fantasy." Another tight lipped smile from Marci. At the 'Gentle Men's Club', once all of the formalities are out of the way. Even filling out release forms in case she falls, Marci watches a few of her armature associates take the stage, some look like they've done this before judging by the eagerness as they walk on stage. She makes mental notes of their moves, slow and sensual. Unlike the wet-Tee contest earlier which was fast and furious. She combines these notes with notes from watching some videos on the computer when she researched this before the trip. It's her turn. The MC introduces her as 'Mary', she didn't want to give her real first name, which is common for armature night. A deep breath and she walks up the stairs in her pumps, when her foot hits the stage floor, her nervousness washes away and a look of confidence forms. She pauses, looks at the men staring at her, and the music starts. So many men, so many fantasies to fulfill. As her body moves to the music, she uses the pole as a prop to steady her. Halfway thru the first song, she squats down and motions for the female bartender to grab her zipper. When she does, Marci starts to rise up, pulling the zipper down her back, exposing her back. Thirty seconds before the end of the song, Marci is shimmying out of the dress, it drops to the stage. Standing there in her red bra and thong, the dress crumpled at her feet, she steps out of it, bends over at her waist with her legs shoulder wide. She looks back at one of the patrons and smiles. Grabbing her dress, she hands it to the barkeep to put aside. The next song, with the restrictions of her dress removed, her hip actions are wider. She can squat down on the pole with her knees wider. She plays up her routine on the stage, soft smiles on her face, not unnoticed by Tom. Again, thirty seconds before the second song ends, her bra is unclasped as she cups the fabric to her flesh, straps dangling on her arms. A deep breath and the cups fall forward into her outstretched hands. Nipples at attention, her areolas puffed out, she's turned on, and on full display. Seeing a relevantly handsome man, dressed nicer than most others, she figures he has a bit of money. She kneels down and crawls towards him, the walkway for the bartender acts as a moat keeping them apart, she sits up on her heels and lightly tosses the bra onto his head. The song ends. Song three, she pulls out all of the stops, her ass is shaking at men. Crawling on the stage, hip motions simulating sex while looking at different men, she makes her mark on them. The song ends and she's laying face down on the stage, sweating and breathing heavy, a devilish smile hits her lips. A rousing round of applause as she leaves the stage. Once on the floor, the participants are allowed to work the crowd if they want to, but they must split tips with the wait staff. The next song starts, and Marci continues, working the patrons sitting at the bar. She's getting paid for every thirty seconds of attention, making sure each get appropriate attention for the amount tendered. Her thong quickly fills, looking like a grass skirt. Making her way to the man she tossed her bra to, he graciously hands it back to her. She hands it to the barmaid to put with her dress. She gives him a bit more attention than the others, and it pays off, he places a $20 in the front of her thong. She takes the folded bill, turns it on its side and slides it under her thong, sticking out left and right in front of her legs. She squats down in front of him, grabs each side of the bill with her hands and slowly runs it down the fabric, running it in front of her wet pussy, then back up to the top, and pulls it out the side, places it in her waistband. Standing, she grinds against his lap and feels his hardon thru his pants. Turns around, gives him a motorboat and moves on. Tom is taken back with the fun Marci is having. Was it his suggestions again, or is this Marci's/Mark's alter ego? He wonders why Tina hasn't tried this before? After working the crowd a bit, she gathers the wad of bills and hands them to an employee of the bar for safe keeping while she's on the floor. A floor manager comes up to her and whispers in her ear, someone wants a private show in a private room. The manager motions to another handsome man, also well dressed. Sure, why not? Marci struts over to him with the manager. Laying down the rules. No sex, no genital touching. Her thong stays on. If she allows, he can touch, but not her pussy. All agreed and the pair disappear into a private room, the manager closes the door behind him and instructs a bouncer to guard. Fifteen minutes later, Marci emerges from the door, with a $50 on each hip, smiling, hips swaying as she walks. The man appears a few minutes later, shirt half unbuttoned, his hair a bit disheveled. Looking a bit closer, a small wet spot can be seen in the front of his groin. He pulls out his shirt from his waist band and lets it hang loose, hiding the spot. Marci dances up to Tom, smiling. "I'm so good, he creamed in his pants. Your turn is later." As she pokes at his chest lightly. Marci gathers her clothes from the bar and is directed to the back for the dressing room. Emerging five minutes later, a clothed Marci struts out of the back room. A manager hands her the pile of bills and tells her 15% is customary for the staff, the common tip jar is at the bar. Holding the fat stack of bills, she struts over to the bar and places the entire stack in the jar, stuffing it full. The barmaid and waitresses look at her with wide eyes. Marci removes one $20, showing the barmaid and says. "For the taxi ride home, but you gals earned the rest." Smiles are exchanged and she struts off. Walking by Tom, she grabs his lapel and leads him out of the club like a puppy dog. The taxi ride back to the hotel was just as quiet as the ride to the club, but this time Marci had a wide smile on her face. Her hand stroking Tom's hard on thru his pants. Back in the room. Marci excuses herself to the bathroom to freshen up and put on a change of clothes. She emerges in a blouse and skirt, more conservative, except for the straining of the buttons against her ample tits. Marci starts performing for Tom as he sits on a stool from their room. He places a stack of bills on the table beside him, not unnoticed by Marci. As the music plays, Marci casually unbuttons her blouse as her body sways, eventually drops it lightly at the side. The dance moves on and Tom gets to deposit bills in various pieces of clothing. Now topless and wearing only a G-string and stilettos , Marci goes into overdrive. Grinding on Tom's lap, he lays a five dollar bill in the back of her string and slides it down between her ass cheeks. When she faces him, another five gets tucked under each of her exposed tits. He is rewarded with a 'motor boat', and he eagerly accepts. After Marci backs away and is shaking her ass for him, she turns around to see a folded twenty sticking out of the top of his shorts. She dances over and straddles his knees and sits face to face. Moving her head down, she kisses his neck, then chest as she unbuttons his shirt on the way down. She takes the 20 in her mouth and slides it out of his waist band. Sitting up, she pulls it slowly out and places it in her G-String. Looking straight at Tom, with no expression, she unbuttons his shorts and slides them down. His cock springs forth from the zipper as Marci moves down on her knees. Stroking it with her hand, she looks up at Tom. He nods at her as she starts to lick up from his balls to the tip, kissing the tip at the end. She repeats this, slowing down, then instead of kissing the tip, she takes it in two inches, wraps her lips around the shaft and slides off.. She looks like she's licking an ice cream cone then eating the top. As Marci performs her oral arguments to his shaft, Tom asks. "Marci, what does Mark think of all of this?" Marci pauses, sort of a strange question given the current activities. "Well..." as she pauses to give a loooong lick up his shaft.. "Mark is aware of the position he is in, both figuratively, being once a man and now a is gorgeous woman. And literally.." As she looks down at her knees, kneeling in front of her man, worshiping his cock, she gives another long lick and kisses the tip, with a smile. "So Mark figures, since he started this process, then he should play along." Marci returns to the base of his cock, extends her tongue and curls it. Wrapping the sides of her tongue along the side of his cock, she runs up the length then kisses his tip. . "But Mark also hopes that when his turn comes around, that his girlfriend will remember his enthusiasm, and then returns the affections." Then Marci opened wide and engulfed Tom's cock right down to its base. Working her lips up and down the shaft, she's working to suck as hard as possible. Causing Tom to inhale deeply. Popping off his dick, fearing he'd cum too soon, she pinches the base of his cock for thirty seconds to squash the sensation and prolong the moment. She continues to stroke it and says. "Mark feels he's paying it forward". Tom, with eyes closed and mouth slightly open, nods in agreement. Marci stands up, turns around, places her thumbs under the waist band of her G-string. Sliding them down, she bends over to present her ass to him and give him a view of her engorged pussy from the back. She slides off her G-string and straddles over Tom's lap, presenting her tit to him, he gladly accepts. Marci grabs his cock with one hand and positions it under her pussy. She slowly lowers herself onto his shaft, smiling with every inch gained. She reaches the base, on his lap, they're face to face as she's sitting on his lap. Marci takes the smile away and just plainly looks into Tom's eyes. She shimmies her hips back and forth then squeezes her pussy as tight as she can around his cock. "So, a beautiful woman is giving you head and you ask her questions about a man?" As she makes a circle with her hips around his cock. "Does Marci have your attention now?" With a slight strained look on his face. "yes Ma'am. Full attention." "Good Boy." As she leans in for a kiss. Undulating her pussy muscles, massaging his cock. As they break off the kiss, Tom says. "woof, woof" and mimics a panting dog. Clinching her muscles again, Marci rises up his shaft, giving a slight slurp sound as his cock exits. She reaches down and wraps her fingers around the base of his cock. She takes her index finger and wraps it behind his balls, pulling them forward up his shaft. "I may have to keep this dog on a short leash.... Stand up." As she put pressure on his cock, pulling it and his balls up. She uses it like a leash and lead