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Chapter 6


I left early for the train station before my parents were up so I wouldn't have to listen to my mom about my choice of clothing. My shorts were a bit too short for parental approval and my top... It was a bit to small for my big tits. There was a hint of nipple showing through the stretched material and if I got cold... Well, I wasn't wearing a bra so there would be pokies.

I was waiting for Danny outside the coffee shop and one look at his face said I'd chosen my clothes well. I struck a pose and said, "You wanted your study buddies to see you with a tall blonde so I'm delivering one tall blonde as ordered."

Danny's eyes traveled from my four inch, stiletto 'fuck me' heels upwards. His eyes stopped where I knew all male eyes would stop. To get his attention I snapped my fingers in front of his face, "Hey, my eyes are up here."

"Oh, ah, yea.... Wow, Viv, you really look fantastic."

"Thanks," I said and leaned forward. Danny's eyes were drawn to look down the gap between shirt and my chest just as I'd expected. The cleavage I was showing was pretty nice after all. Looking about, I asked softly as if sharing a secret, "Do you think your buddies will notice I'm not wearing a bra?"

"I think every one will notice as soon as you walk onto campus."

"Ah, you say the nicest things." I put my fingertip under Danny's chin and pushed up, "Close your mouth before you start drooling on my shirt."

With coffee and sticky buns in hand we caught the subway. Walking onto the campus a short time later, Danny pointed out the buildings he had classes in. Dodging a bicyclist, Danny said that usually the campus was much quieter on a weekend but with final's week many were here like us to use the library.

Entering the library, Danny said, "Just let me drop my bag off and I'll help you find the right sections where the books you want are." Leading the way to the third floor, Danny entered a small room with a table and chairs. His three study buddies were already there. Introducing me, Danny said he'd be back after helping me.

Deciding to give Danny a rep, I surprised him by putting my arm across his shoulders and pulling him tight against my side, purposely pressing the side of my boob against his arm. "Isn't he just the best," I asked the room at large. The guys around the table didn't seem to be able to talk. Once we were out of sight of the room I reclaimed my arm and laughed, "Well? Did I do enough for your reputation? I told you I take care of my nerd."

"You did enough and more," Danny admitted. "Though, I doubt we'll get much quality studying done now with all of us thinking about you and, umm..."

"My tits?" I laughed. "It's ok, Danny. I know I have boobs. Girls don't wear shirts this tight with this much cleavage unless they want their boobs to be noticed."

Danny found the language section and handed me a heavy English/German dictionary. On another floor he pointed to the shelves surrounding us and said that these were all law books. "Actually," Danny said softly. "It'd be easier to just ask the students in this area any questions about law stuff. Especially if they are guys. I don't think they'll be upset answering any question you ask."

Danny left to return to his studies and three hours later I closed the third dictionary I'd tried and blew out a disgusted breath of air. I still couldn't make sense of the damned documents. They contained words not in any dictionary. Almost as if they'd been made up.

It wasn't just the words though. The sentence structure was all wrong more often than not. Past, present and future tenses of verbs used at random, often in the same sentence. There were even English words mixed in with the German.

The more I tried to make some sense of the documents the more I became convinced they were a meaningless jumble written a couple of sentences at a time on a cheap translation program. No one who knew the slightest thing about the German language could make such a cluster-fuck up unless it was on purpose. Looking at my watch and stuffing the papers back into my purse, I decided it was time for Danny to take a break.

Entering Danny's study room I went to where he was sitting and bent over to give his study buddies a good view down my shirt. "Danny, I'm hungry and you promised to spend some time with me," I pouted in his ear as I ran my fingers through his hair. Danny didn't resist and the other guys seemed willing to admit it was time for a break when I promised to return Danny in an hour-or-so. I put my arm across Danny's shoulders again and held him close after he stood up. Leaning close to nip an earlobe I whispered softly, "Make it believable, Dumbass. Put your hand on my waist."

I held Danny close until we were out of the room and he pulled away. "God, Viv, how do you expect me to study with you... You, you know... Pressing your boobs against me? I don't like being made fun of!"

"Aw, c'mon, Danny. So you get an A- instead of an A. Is that so terrible? And I'm not making fun of you. You were the one who wanted me to pretend to be your girlfriend to impress your buds. Girlfriends get close to boyfriends in case you haven't noticed." I put my hand on his shoulder and massaged the tense muscles. I knew guys and I had a hunch what was really wrong. "You're not angry with me. You're just frustrated and horny. You need to loosen up. Go out. Get laid. Not everything good is in books."

"Stop it." Danny shrugged my hand away, angry now. "Just stop it! Maybe it's not so simple for me to get laid as it is for you. You have a boyfriend. With a snap of your fingers you'd have ten guys lined up ready to be your next boyfriend. I... Never mind. Let's just drop it."

I followed Danny out of the library. "No. Let's not drop it! Danny, you're really close to making me really mad. It's been years since you got done dirty by that bitch in high school. It's time to get over it. In case you haven't noticed we're not in high school any longer. Stop judging me by that bitch's behavior! And FYI, I don't have a boyfriend. If it's any of your business I haven't been out on a real date in months." That was true. I didn't count being bent over a desk while a man I'd just met pushed the tip of his cock inside me as a date.

"But you don't make a sound on your floor at night. Where else are you at night if not with a boyfriend?"

"Haven't you ever heard of thick throw rugs? Or wearing thick socks instead of these fucking stiletto heels you wanted me to wear today? You have any idea how many damned stairs I've gone up and down in these just because you asked me to wear them? My damned feet hurt but I wore them because you asked! And, yea, I probably do spend a lot of nights out of my apartment. I'm with my parents, you asshole, not boyfriends. I get tired of the crap food I make so I go home and let my mom feed me and come back to the city in the morning."

"So... You're not spending your nights with boyfriends and...?"

"No! No boyfriends or girlfriends or whatever else your diseased little mind has imagined!"

Danny's face brightened and then went somber again. "It doesn't matter."

"What doesn't matter," I asked, throwing up my arms in exasperation.

Danny seemed to consider whether or not to answer. Gathering a deep breath he blurted out, "I've wanted to ask you out since I first saw you. I thought you had a boyfriend so I... Besides, what chance would I have with you? So, it doesn't matter that you don't have a boyfriend."

"Why not?"

"I don't have the money to take you on a date," Danny said with resignation in his tone. "Ok? I'm broke! Besides..."

"Besides what?"

"A guy told me about the Three Strikes Rule."

Puzzled, I asked, "What the fuck is that?"

"If a girl rates three or more steps above you then a guy doesn't stand a chance. You're a ten and I'm a five. I'm out of my league no matter how you look at us."

"You believe that shit? Jeez, for a nerd you sure are stupid. Give me your apartment key."

"Why?"

"Shut up and give me your damned apartment key before you piss me off even more. I'll leave you a care package in your fridge so you don't starve this week. No way am I going to feel like shit all week thinking about you eating nothing but Raman noodles. I'll slip the key through the slot in your mailbox when I leave. I'll be with my parents tonight so don't freak out thinking I'm out getting drunk and fucked when you don't hear footsteps above your apartment. When is your last exam," I asked as I took the key from his hand.

"Friday at eleven."

"Ok. Ask me."

"Ask what?"

"Christ Almighty! Do I have to do everything you fucking nerd? Ask me out on a date."

"Ahh, would you go out with me?"

"Maybe." I grinned at Danny's facial expression and continued before Danny could explode. "Get A's on your exams and I will."

"But, I don't have the money! And I won't have you pay for..."

"Do you have a TV and a DVD machine," I asked loud enough to over ride him.

"Yes."

"Have soft drinks or beer?"

"Yea."

"Popcorn?"

"Umm, no."

"Ok, I'll bring the popcorn and the movies. You supply the TV and drinks." I dug in my handbag and brought out my billfold. I pressed two twenties into the pocket of Danny's jeans. Before he could object I told him to shut the fuck up. "Get something to eat and feed that brain of yours before you go back to study. I need my nerd healthy. Consider it a loan. Study hard this week, I expect nothing but A's from my nerds. Next Friday night at eight."

As I walked away I called back, "Don't be late."

Chapter 7

The client above me had a look of intense concentration on his face as he pressed his groin hard against my pussy lips. With a look of complete satisfaction on my face and with practiced ease I was moaning, 'Yes, yes! Come in me... Come in me... Oh, fuck! I love it when you come in me!' The words rolled off my tongue as he gasped and groaned in time to his short, hard thrusts between my legs.

This was his second time coming in me. There wasn't a clock on the hotel room's walls but as he collapsed on top of me, I was able to raise my hand behind his head to take a quick peek at my watch while I held him and kissed his neck. Damn, he still has forty-five more minutes if he wants to try for three times...

I wrapped my arms and legs around him while running my fingers through his hair as he rested to catch his breath. Moving my hips to slide my pussy on his cock made him moan. For several minutes I held him close to kiss and tongue his neck. My watch said he had forty minutes of my time left by the time he'd rested and caught his breath enough to raise his head to kiss me. Just as his tongue entered my mouth, his cock softened enough to slip from my hole.

This guy was easily the oldest client I'd ever had. He wasn't a regular but a businessman visiting the city. A regular of one of Marla's other girls had paid for the guy on top of me to be shown a good time. Because it was on such short notice Marla had asked for a larger fee. I'd already seen my two regular clients and was tempted to turn down the job, but the money offered was just so good! Double what I would have received for a normal client.

I'd just left my afternoon client, leaving him with a smile on his face and lipstick on his cock when Marla had texted (((One Double Now))) One guy, double the money, now... It was already 3:30pm and my date with Danny would start in four-and-a-half hours. If I accepted it might be after five or even six before I'd be finished. But for double the fee...

With the two hundred thousand I had hidden in my apartment I shouldn't have been greedy for more. But I thought of that money as my college fund. Not to be touched. And the convertible I'd seen on the internet site when I'd gone looking, cost more than fifty grand. A double fee would bring me closer to buying it. I texted back (((Yes Address))) It must have been because of my location that Marla had offered the job to me. It was a hotel barely two blocks away. I could easily walk there in less than ten minutes. (((On the way Ten minutes))) (((OK)))

Looking at the guy who'd answered when I'd knocked on the hotel room's door, my first thought was, I hope he won't have a damned heart attack on top of me. He was at least sixty pounds overweight and the room smelled as if he'd smoked a pack of cigarettes while waiting for me to show.

With lungs coated with tar, no wonder it's taking so long for him to catch his breath, I thought as he finally moved off me. I shivered as the sweat he'd left on my skin was exposed to the air. Gathering some blanket I rolled onto my side to wipe my tits and stomach dry. As I moved, we both started laughing when air was expelled from my vagina to make cum bubble from my hole with pussy farts.

Gathering more of the bedsheet, I wiped his cum from my pussy lips and thighs. Reaching further, I lifted and bent one leg to clean the cum that had run down my ass crack as the poor guy moved to lean against the head of the bed to light another cigarette. Again I shook my head to decline an offered smoke. Hell, there was enough second hand smoke in the room for me! Spreading my legs wider, I pressed the wadded up handful of linen harder between my pussy lips and contracted gut muscles to push more cum out. For an old guy who wheezed for lack of breath during sex he sure had a lot of cum in his balls.

Using a clean part of the sheet to wipe one last time up my pussy slit, I rolled over and crawled up to take his limp cock between my finger and thumb to raise it up from the matted hair of his crotch. I was able to suck his entire length up past my lips without getting a mouthful of hair.

The smell of our sex was thick as my nose was pressed into the wet hair around his cock. I cradled his ball sack in my hand as I finished cleaning his cock with my mouth. Releasing him from my lips, I ran my finger over the limp cock. It didn't even twitch. Thank, God! No third time!

I didn't hurry, but I also took it for granted I could leave and he didn't try to stop me. Taking my purse with me, I walked to the bathroom and began to wash sweat and sex from my skin. With more time I would have pinned my hair up and stood under the shower spray. I settled for quick swipes with a damp washcloth now. My purse had tampons in it. My purse always had tampons in it. Slipping in a tampon to keep the cum still in me from dripping out, I left the bathroom.
The old guy smoked while watching me dress. I was still wearing thigh high hose. I'd kept them on when he'd asked.

No visible rips, snags or cum stains. They were good to wear home. Putting on my panties, I sat on the side of the bed we hadn't used to straighten my hose and put on my high heels and bra. For some reason men love watching a woman adjust her bra to make her tits rest comfortably in the cups. I held the front straps and bounced on the bed to make my tits move and settle comfortably into the cups.

Ten minutes later I'd slipped my dress on, given my client one last smoky kiss and was exiting the hotel with a very nice tip resting in one of my bra cups. I never counted money in front of clients but the thickness of the wad pressing into my tit said it was a nice tip. In the taxi I checked my watch. By the time I reached my apartment I'd have under two hours to get ready for my date with Danny.

I un-did enough buttons to reach inside the front of my dress to retrieve the tip from my bra cup. Cutting my eyes up, I met the eyes of the cabbie in the mirror and told him to keep his eyes on the road. I didn't want an accident to slow me down on my way home. I needed to shower and do my hair before my date. Counting it, I cursed the cheap bastard who had, in fact, managed to screw me for a third time. Most of the bills hidden behind the twenty were one dollar bills!

Fuck it! I shrugged and put the money in my purse and buttoned up my dress again. Sure wasn't the first time I'd been screwed over on a tip. Not the first time, but I'd given up keeping count of all things job related. Just over six months working as a whore and number of men, number of times I'd been with men counting my regulars, number of... Numbers were just a jumbled, meaningless mess by now.

I closed my eyes and rested my head back into the seat. Hell, I'd lost track of the number of everything... One thing I did know... I knew the exact date I'd stopped trying to keep track of the number of men who'd fucked me...

The Not So Distant Past...

I'd been working for Marla less than a month. Most days I still had only one client a day as Marla and I worked on schedules and distances needed to be traveled. Thursday morning I'd just finished with the man Marla had sent me to. Texting her, (((Done More?))), a few minutes later I received (((No Office now?))). (((OK)))

Arriving in Marla's office she wasted little time in making her offer. "A very rich client is throwing his buddy a bachelor party at his house. Saturday from noon to whenever Sunday morning it wraps up. He wants three or four girls to attend and we agreed on a set price for each girl." Marla wrote down a number and slid it across the desk for me to see. FUCK, YEA!!!

"If you agree you'll be the third of my girls to accept. Not sure if there will be a fourth." I'm sure my greed must have been evident because Marla grinned like a fisherman who'd just landed a big fish.

Thinking quickly I knew I could tell my parents I had a Girl's-Day-Out planned with someone I'd met at one of my temp jobs. Shopping in the city with a sleepover at her apartment... I could come to the city Saturday morning and catch a Sunday train for home...

"I'll do it," I eagerly accepted.

With the good news out of the way Marla told me the bad, asking if I'd ever tried anal sex. When I admitted I hadn't, she said it wasn't that bad as long as a woman prepared first. Marla spent a few minutes telling me to give myself two or three enemas as close to 11am Saturday morning as I could manage. Using lubricant and relaxing during the act itself would make it much easier for me, too. I nodded my head. I'd known the day would come when I'd have to do anal. For the money I was being paid, this job would make my first time worthwhile.

Telling me there would be a car outside her office at noon Saturday, Marla got up from her desk to see me out. At the door, I turned and asked a question that hadn't been covered, "How many men do you think there will be at the party?"

"I was told between twenty and twenty-five."

Holy, fuck. Holy, fuck. Holy, fuck. Holy, fuck... The litany kept running through my brain the entire train ride home. Twenty-five men! What the fuck did I just volunteer for? Well, of course, I knew... I'd just volunteered for my first gangbang...

That night and Friday I spent time on my laptop watching porn. Specifically, porn of one woman with many men. Women with one, two and even three men using her body at the same time. Porn where a woman was surrounded by men waiting their turn between her legs.

I felt like calling Marla and backing out many times, but I didn't. I wanted money for the security deposit plus first and last months rent on an apartment in the city. I needed my own place for the growing wardrobe I was accumulating. Marla had been great letting me put clothes and shoes in her office storeroom that I couldn't take home without my mom asking where I was getting the money to buy them. I'd also been using her office bathroom to change clothes and put on makeup. Marla had been great, but she'd also been hinting more and more often that I needed to get my own place.

Saturday, I was outside Marla's office with two other women I'd never met. The car that picked us up took us to a huge house in a very exclusive gated community. There were already twenty or thirty men eating and drinking around the large backyard swimming pool to cheer our arrival. In no time I had a drink pressed into my hand and I downed it to more cheers. It had been made strong and I nursed the second.

We ladies met in the kitchen and agreed this might be an Ok party after all. I suppose it surprises no one that I was the tallest by a wide margin. For about an hour we ate BBQ, drank and socialized around the pool circulating among the men. I was getting less nervous and thinking this wasn't going to be so bad when the host started speaking.

"Gentlemen. Gentlemen! You've seen our beautiful entertainment. Aren't they lovely?" Cheers... "Now, I've decided that a couple of contests will liven things up even more!" More cheers... "And to keep the ladies interested in the contests, I'm going to award an amount equal to what they are already being paid to the winner of each contest!" There were more cheers and yells as he held up a thick wad of money and waved it in the air. I joined in as well with the prospect of doubling, maybe even tripling, the money I'd already been promised. I'd be moving into the apartment I'd seen advertised near my train stop by Tuesday!

When the cheers died down, the host put the money in his pocket and pointed to a table that I'd been wondering about. Or, rather, I'd been wondering about what was lined up on top of the table. Three volumetric Pyrex flasks. The type you see in laboratories. The long necks looked about six inches long and an inch in diameter with a stopper on top.

"Gentlemen! Ladies! I know there's no lack of enthusiasm and, the men at least, will leave behind proof of their enthusiasm!" More cheers and jeers... "One of these flasks will be given to each lady. After each of you have left behind proof of your enthusiasm, you can watch them as they collect and save that proof!"

Picking one up he held it above his head for all to see. Pointing to a spot on the neck the host continued. "Each is measured to 250 milliliters. Which ever lady fills her flask first, wins the first contest!"

Oh, shit, I thought as what he meant sank in. I had a mouthwash bottle that held 250 ml. That's a lot of cum! From my experience I thought about how much each man left inside me... Shit! That's a lot of men!!! I began to really appreciate how many men would have me once the party began in earnest. Easily more than all the men I'd been with my entire life!

"Second and third place winners will receive lesser awards," our host continued once the cheers had died down a little. "Our second contest will be during our official toast for our grooms coming marital bliss. Each of our ladies will toast our groom with the contents of their flask!" Cheers and lewd comments… "I, of course, will be the judge and the lady who drinks their flask empty first, wins the second contest!"

Damn! I've swallowed cum since becoming a whore, of course. Hell, in my first week one client I met in his office had me sucking his cock so fast I hadn't had a chance to undress. He didn't even want pussy, just a blow job. Ten minutes later I was walking out of his office with the taste of his cum on my tongue and the money that I would have received for a full two hours of fucking in my bank account. Just for giving a quick blow job. I wasn't thrilled at the taste of cum but it wasn't near as bad as I'd feared. But, That's a lot of cum, I repeated to myself.

Our host handed each of us girls a flask and announced that it was time for the real party to begin! With so many men touching and undressing me, I felt excited enough to know I wouldn't need lubricant. Once naked, I was pushed to my knees while cocks of all sizes and colors were offered before my mouth to suck and give short hand jobs to.

Pulled back to my feet I was hemmed in. My head being turned in one direction after another to kiss and be kissed as hands roamed over my tits and ass. I wasn't sure which man the hand belonged to that pushed between my legs to roughly finger my pussy. There was more laughter when a voice that sounded like the groom's told the waiting men, Boys, this bitch is wet and ready. After one hand reached in to squeeze one of my tits especially hard and rough, there was more laughter as another voice declared that he'd won his bet because my large tits were natural.

The groom had been given his choice for which woman he wanted first and he'd chosen me to laughter as he declared, "My wife-to-be is only five-four so this may be my last chance to fuck a tall girl!" The flask was taken from my hand and eager men escorted me to a bedroom. It was the prospective groom who covered me while still more hands grasped my ankles to spread my legs wide for him.

Whoever it was who'd pronounced me 'wet and ready' had told the truth as the groom's cock easily slid inside me. Our sex was watched amid catcalls and shouted advice given by our audience. I could hear similar shouts from nearby bedrooms where the other two ladies had been led. The groom started by moving slowly inside me as we kissed but it wasn't long before he raised up on locked arms to pound his cock into my pussy.

I wanted to touch myself while I was fucked. But my wrists as well as my ankles were being held now. Shouted advice came from the men watching. From time to time the hands holding my ankles pulled to spread my legs wider as the groom fucked me.

Through half-shut eyes I watched as men undressed and began jerking their already hard cocks. God, there's so many men... and most of their cocks were already wet with pre-cum as I watched. To the enjoyment of my audience, over the dull, rapid sound of our bodies coming together, I was making the grunts of expelled air expected from a woman receiving hard sex. The grunts may have been from being fucked hard but the groans were all mine as I got caught up in the excitement of having sex in front of others for the first time. My yell of, Oh, shit! Fuck me harder! was matched by other yells of, We will! I think I might have come right then if the groom hadn't come deep in me first!

When the groom pulled out my wrists were released and I was quick to use my fingers to press my pussy hole shut so his cum wouldn't leak out. There was a lot of money riding on who could fill their flask first! My ankles were released and I raised up on my knees. Handed my flask, I pulled the stopper out with my teeth and put the opening just below my pussy. I relaxed my fingers and watched as a small stream of cum slid down the long neck of the bottle. This is too slow, I thought and began pushing the six inch neck of the bottle between my lips.

The one inch diameter glass tube with its thick walls filled me completely. I knew it wasn't just collecting cum but also my own pussy juice from the walls of my vagina. I'm not one of the women who has the problem of a dry vagina! My problem was that I produce too much! Especially when I come. I've returned home from dates many times with the crotch of my panties discolored with dried and drying pussy juice even if I hadn't had sex. I'd gone out on a lot of dates in high school and I'd had a lot of panties needing to be rinsed out while I showered before my mom saw them. Especially after I started letting boys touch and finger my pussy inside my jeans. I'd needed to shower often after dates just to clean my crotch! I hadn't come with the groom but I'd been close to orgasm. I was very wet and not just with his cum. Fucking myself with the long neck of the flask wouldn't just collect the men's cum faster, it would help me fill the flask quicker with my own pussy juice.

Watching me push the neck of the flask between my pussy lips, the men soon began chanting cheers of, 'fuck the flask', as it was soon called, became a crowd pleaser. But I wasn't given much time to look at the flask. It was taken away as I was pushed onto my back again so another and then another and then another man could crawl between my legs to slide their cock inside me.

During the groom's 'inaugural' fuck, the men around the bed had given him the space to fuck me. That space was gone and never to reappear as my gangbang continued.

Another man moved onto the bed and, pushing a pillow under my head to raise it up, began to mouth fuck me at the same time. Other hands reached in to grab and squeeze my tits as I took two men for the first time. Still other men captured my hands to place them on their cocks expecting me to give hand jobs as I was fucked in mouth and pussy.

This was all new and very exciting to me. One of my secret porn thrills had been watching a woman with many men on my laptop. Fantasizing about multiple partners while masturbating... I was discovering that the real thing was sooooo much better than fantasy. I came during the third fuck... And again during the fourth...

What wasn't exciting was when a man using my mouth while waiting his turn in my pussy would lose control and come. It had been declared a rule that cum in the mouth couldn't be used to fill the flask because of a girl cheating with spit. I didn't mind them leaving tributes on my face. I could finger nudge that cum into the bottle as well as the cum tributes on my stomach and tits.

But, it was the cum in my pussy that would probably win the first place prize for me. Giving me a chance to collect not just the man's cum from my pussy but, also, all the pussy juice I'd produced. Thankfully all the men were horny. After watching and hearing me getting fucked time after time and reaching in to squeeze and fondle my tits, they were already very close to coming once between my legs.

In my experiences while dating and my limited time as a whore, I'd become a pro on the different types of cum. From thick wads of white cum that clung to my face and tits without moving to the thin, very watery cum that gushed out of my pussy to stain the bed sheets. All these types went into filling my flask as time went on. Thick clumps of white suspended in a watery soup of cum and pussy juice.

Other men showed up to the party while we were upstairs in bedrooms and they were soon joining the men who'd already come. Fresh, larger loads of cum were interspaced with second and third loads of smaller amounts as men moved from room to room, girl to girl and pussy to pussy. It was right then that I gave up all hope of keeping count of the number of men I fucked during my time as a whore.

One thing I noticed was that men in a group act much cruder. Or perhaps they were just more honest expressing what they were really thinking. Shouts of, 'I'm going to fuck that bitch's cunt so hard' and 'Hurry up and come in that whore' and 'I'm next on the slut', plus other equally abusive terms were common. Things very few men would say if they were alone with a woman, even a whore like me, were shouted out for me and all present to hear. Which was fair I thought when I had time to do any thinking. After all, I was a whore and I was the one on her back or on her hands and knees letting ten, twenty and more men fuck her. I was the one discovering that I liked group sex!

The only thing I didn't allow was anal sex while the contest to fill the flask was ongoing. I kept pushing men away from my ass. Yea, I'd given myself pretty thorough enemas before coming to the party but I didn't even want to think about trying to collect cum from my ass!

It took almost two hours of fucking and by the time the shout went up of, 'We have a winner!', I was speckled with dried cum on my face, tits, stomach and back. I was in such a hurry to fuck the flask and hand it off to take the next cock that it wasn't until I was on my back and spreading my legs again that I realized that the shout had come from the man looking at my flask! I'd won!

Second and last place prizes were still up for grabs and as I placed the stopper into my flask it was agreed that I be allowed to rest until those prizes had been decided. Taking my flask with me outside to the pool, I presented it to our host who, after looking at the fill line, agreed that I'd won.

I didn't want my hair to get wet so I gathered it up in a bunch I could hold in one hand and walked down the steps into the pool to let the cool water wash me free of cum while the other ladies still fucked for lesser awards. Damn, that cool water felt good between my legs!

The Present...

The taxi slowing in front of my building brought me back to the present. Shaking my head, I dispelled the last of my memories and paid the cabbie off. In the foyer of the building I took off my heels to run the stairs to the fifth floor. I was in a hurry to shower off any remaining cum from my body and the stale smell of cigarette smoke from my hair.

Out of the shower I dried my hair as much as possible then wrapped a towel around my head to keep the wet strands out of my way while doing my makeup. Taking a quick look at the clock beside my bed I knew there was nothing for it but to show up at Danny's apartment with wet hair.

I like my long hair but sometimes it's a real pain! You try enjoying a meal when your date thinks it's romantic to sit at an outdoor table at a café 'under the stars' and it's windy. First of all, you can't even see the damned stars because of the lights of the city and second of all, I'm trying to get one damned forkful of food without chewing on my hair!

All day I'd been trying to decide what to wear. The clothes I wore to 'work' were totally inappropriate. Short jeans and a t-shirt would do. I was still hopping around on one foot putting on my last sneaker when there was a knock on my door. Eight o'clock on the dot... I opened the door to let Danny in.

"Right on time. I guess traffic wasn't bad," I joked and began gathering my things.

"Actually, I've been standing outside your door so I could knock at exactly the right time. You told me not to be late."

"I'm the one running late and I'm sorry," I apologized, pointing to the towel on my head. "I'll have to comb and brush my hair out at your place."

Danny and I hadn't seen each other much during the week except in passing. I'd had clients and he'd had exams and studying. Danny seemed so nervous and upset I was surprised he wasn't shaking. Talking only to answer direct questions and then with short answers. Walking down the stairs to Danny's apartment his nervousness seemed to increase. When I asked if something was wrong he said there was nothing. Stopping, I didn't enter his apartment after he'd opened the door.

"C'mon, Danny. You're acting squirrlier than usual. What's up?"

"Ok," Danny sighed and came back out into the hallway. "I've been trying all week to figure out what this is."

"What, what is?"

"This! All of this. You asking me out and all."

"If I remember correctly you asked me out."

"You told me to!"

"You didn't want to ask me out?"

"Of course I did."

"Then what's the problem?"

Danny threw up his hands, his mouth moving but no words coming out until, "Stop twisting my words. My guts are already tied up in knots. I feel like I've been here before and the rug is about to be pulled out from under me again. So, just be straight with me. Is this a real boyfriend/girlfriend date type date or just a two friends date. Or do you still want me to do something for you, so you..."

"You're too smart for me, Danny," I interrupted. "I do want something."

"I knew it! I knew you couldn't be interested in me." Danny seemed to deflate like an old tire. "What is it you want?"

"A pizza. I've been on the run all day and haven't stopped to eat. I'm hungry and popcorn just ain't gonna cut it."

"A pizza... You want a pizza?"

"I'm buying until you get a paycheck, but the only thing I want from you, is for you to order me a pizza."

"That's all?"

"That's all, except for this..." I began before leaning down and forward to kiss him. His lips were stiff from shock at first but soon we were kissing like a couple should. I think we both tried to deepen our kiss at the same time. Our tongues kind'a met in the middle. Releasing his lips after several seconds, I whispered, "Danny, was that a girlfriend/boyfriend kiss or a kiss on the cheek between just friends?"

Chapter 9

The Not So Distant Past...

The tip of a cock being forced into my ass for the first time was something I'd been anticipating ever since I'd accepted being one of the girls to attend this bachelor party. Perhaps not anticipated so much as being resigned to. In the car bringing us to the party, the other two ladies had even joked about how sore their pussies and asses would be afterwards with this many men to satisfy. Since 'good girls' would never allow a cock up their ass, I'd never tried it while dating. So, I'd waited nervously for my first anal experience.

In the time since volunteering for the party I'd bought an enema kit. Late one night when my parents were sure to be asleep downstairs, I'd practiced giving myself enemas. Maybe as a youngster I'd needed an enema but, if so, I didn't remember it. The slender nozzle was the first thing I remember being in my ass other than what was meant to be there. It wasn't so bad.

The warm water filling my colon gave me the uncomfortable feeling that I needed to take a huge dump. As the pressure built inside me I began tightening my anus, thinking, Just a little more, a little more... Withdrawing the nozzle and finally releasing brought me a great deal of relief and a somewhat pleasurable feeling. It wasn't so bad.

With my colon cleaned out I returned to bed. After sliding my six inch vibrator into my pussy until it was good and wet, I put the tip to my ass. I pushed in and pulled it out to experience what a cock might feel like inside me. It wasn't so bad.

It wasn't so bad... That thought was going through my mind as the groom pushed the tip of his cock against my anus until it slid into my ass. His grunts and my cries as he continued to bury his length deeper up my ass with hard thrusts caused the men waiting for their turn to laugh and call out lewd things like, If that whore's ass was cherry it ain't no longer! I hadn't told anyone my ass was indeed cherry, not that it mattered now. My last cherry was well and truly gone. I learned something as the cock buried itself deeper up my ass. I learned that there is a huge difference between sliding a smooth, lubricated plastic cylinder into my ass and having the much larger girth of a barely wet with pussy cream human cock forced up my ass!

I hadn't had a chance or given any thought to lubing up my ass. It was too late now! After my short rest in the pool, the host had taken my hand and led me to a table beside the pool. Bending me over the table, he'd started fucking my pussy until his cock was wet. Seconds later all I could do was grip the edges of the table and press my forehead hard into the surface as he began fucking my ass.

All I could do was grit my teeth. In far less time than what it felt like to me, I felt him push hard against my ass cheeks as he emptied his cum deep in my ass. No sooner had he moved away than there was another man to take his place... And another man after that one. By now my ass was stretched by cock and lubricated with cum and I wasn't in any more discomfort than feeling like I needed to shit.

Some of the men that followed came in my pussy but spent time fucking my ass as well. By the time the sixth or seventh man had cum in my ass even the feeling I wanted to shit was gone as cum leaking from my ass and pussy combined to wet the polished surface of the table underneath me and run down my thighs.

It was when the men tired of taking me one at a time that they led me inside the house. One man laid on a couch and others positioned me on top of him. Facing upwards as his cock slid up my ass, another man moved on top of me to fuck my pussy while yet another stood to the side of the couch and began fucking my mouth.

It was in the time that followed that I began to feel the extreme pleasure of being mastered. Not with handcuffs or any form of binding. This was not the feeling one has during BDSM which, no matter how realistic, one knows is just playacting. No, this was the feeling of knowing that these men were in control. They could and would do what they wanted with my body. I had no control of where, when or how many at a time would fuck me and, God help me, I was enjoying that feeling as I relaxed to accept whatever was coming. I wanted to be mastered. When I realized that and totally surrendered my body to their use, I knew my pussy was wet from more than just their cum.

The three of us ladies weren't given a rest until evening when the main meal was served. We ladies were allowed to wash off in the pool before the meal, which was very pleasant. Cum from our pussies, ass and bodies was washed away. Naked, we sat, ate and drank at the groom's table. I was feeling light-headed from the champagne when the meal ended. After the meal the flasks we'd filled with cum were presented to us as our host gave a toast to the groom.

I made the mistake of smelling the cum collected inside. It wasn't pleasant even though it had been refrigerated until now... I knew that to drink the contents I'd have to hold my breath. I had one ace up my sleeve. I knew from being taught how by boys I'd dated in high school that I could shotgun a beer in two seconds flat by relaxing my throat and letting it pour past without swallowing. I'd just do the same and shotgun the cum.

Which I did to the cheers of the men watching. I tried not to think about what I was pouring down my throat, Just get it down, I thought. Hopefully it would stay down. I had no interest in knowing what upchucked cum tasted like. To more cheers my empty flask hit the table first a split second before my nearest competitor's and I was declared the winner of the second contest. That money is all mine and it was worth it, I thought as I grimaced at the sour, cummy after taste.

The girl next to me had made the mistake of taking the time to swallow and had choked on the taste or the smell or both. Coughing, while cum ran out of her mouth as she set her almost full bottle on the table as I was declared the winner. Men began shouting for me to drink her flask and our host held up his hands for silence. "Now, you can't expect her to accept this dare for nothing, can you? She's won all my money already, so why not take up a collection? Perhaps that will persuade her."

Money was passed forwards and quickly piled up on the table in front of me. When the host declared the pile tall enough he handed me the second flask. Mixed in with the cum from either my first flask or this second, I knew I'd be drinking another woman's pussy juice for the first time as I raised another almost full flask to shotgun it. Slamming the empty flask onto the table, I grabbed the money and held it over my head in victory as I tasted a not very pleasant, cum flavored burp.

I was given time to run into the house to put the money in my purse and, leafing through it quickly, I counted over three thousand dollars! Along with the money I was being paid and the two prizes I'd won, I had my apartment and much, much more! It would take months of being a whore before I equaled the amount of cum I drank in that single five minutes but it was worth it.

I was more than willing to drink more cum for this kind of money. And there would be lots more cum during the night, but no more money, as men came in my mouth or collected cum from my pussy and from tributes on my tits and stomach in cups and glasses. There was also more pussy juice as men pushed us ladies together wanting to watch lesbian action as we sucked cum from each other's pussies.

The Present...

Sitting on the floor of Danny's apartment in front of a coffee table cluttered with the remnants of pizza and beer cans, I wasn't thinking about all the cock and cum I'd had in the months I'd been a whore or while dating in high school. I was thinking about the thrill, the excitement I'd felt that night during my first gangbang as I surrendered to the uncertainty of knowing someone else was in control. Just as I was uncertain and excited now as I gave control to my date. On dates I like a guy to be in control. He might ask what movie I wanted to see or what I might feel like eating... But I liked him to make the first moves. I'd gotten Danny this far. Anything after this point was up to him.

Finished with pizza, Danny microwaved the popcorn as I selected one of the movies to watch. I'm sure neither of us even remembered any of the movie the next day. We spent most of the time sitting on the couch talking and exchanging stories of our growing up. I carefully kept from asking about any of his high school years.

I know Danny was thinking about our kiss as much as I was but he made no move to kiss me again. He didn't even try to put his arm around my shoulder or sit close enough to do more than brush our shoulders together now and then. I was secretly enjoying his obvious indecision on what to do. I sure as hell wasn't going to initiate anything. Like I said, I'd gotten the two of us this far. Anything further was up to him to initiate.

Danny had to start his weekend job as a waiter at a diner early in the morning and I'd told him I was spending the weekend at my parents so we headed for the train stop about ten-thirty so I could catch the last train. The idiot did at least muster the courage to hold my hand during the walk, but it was only as the train pulled in and stopped that he hesitantly leaned forward to kiss me. This time I waited to see if his tongue... It did. But we had no time for more as I boarded the train for home and our date was over.

We waved as the train pulled out and I leaned back into my seat. I was very satisfied. Not by the sex I'd had during the day. Truth is, I wasn't getting much of a thrill from any of the sex I had as a whore except for the rare gangbang parties I could attend. Regular sex with my regular clients... It was like acting in a long running play. You might be able to fake it for your audience but that thrill of the first night's performance was missing. I'd seen on so many couches and desks and beds... But being on a real date as I hadn't in many months? That excited me! As I moved my legs, I knew the wetness in my crotch wasn't from the three men I'd fucked earlier today...

Chapter 10

It wasn't until Monday on the train back into the city that the full consequences of what I'd set in motion hit me. I couldn't believe what I'd done! I'd turned a perfectly good neighbor/fellow tenant into an almost boyfriend. An almost boyfriend who lived, literally, ten feet below me. A boyfriend who heard every step I took if I wore shoes on the hardwood floor. A boyfriend who could knock on my door five seconds after stepping out of his door. How the hell was I going to continue explaining my nightly absences? I'm sure the other passengers were amused watching me whack my forehead with the palm of my hand several times while wondering aloud how I could have been so stupid!

Juggling Mom, Dad and Danny seemed impossible. Either Dad and Mom needed to know I had an apartment or, somehow, I'd have to explain to Danny why I had an apartment I never spent the night in. I was so screwed... An example of how screwed I was came in the form of a knock on the door less than a minute after I stepped in.

"Hey, Danny. Come on in."

This was Danny's first time in my apartment and he looked around with interest at how I'd furnished it. I'd bought each piece of furniture one by one as I'd found what would mesh together.

"This is really nice, Viv."

"Thanks. I think it's pretty homey. So, what's up? I thought you'd be headed out to work at your regular weekday job by now." At least I'd been hoping that he'd already left.

"In a couple of minutes. I just wanted to drop by and... Look, Viv. I'm sorry to be this needy but, are we Ok? Damn, I hate to be this, this..." Danny shrugged unable to come out with the right words.

I supplied the word. "Nerdy?"

Danny looked sheepish. "Yea... But, a girl as beautiful as you are... I mean, you could date any guy you wanted to and every once in a-while I can't help wondering why you'd want to see me? Jeez, do I sound as pathetic to you as I do to me? It's just, I got burned pretty badly and I hope we'll both be honest with each other."

I placed my hands on Danny's shoulders and gave him a little shake. "We're Ok. You're my nerd. I don't hurt my nerd and I don't let others hurt my nerd. Ok? You just need to gain a little more self-confidence but we can work on that. I think you're a pretty good guy and I'd like to continue seeing you. You're not in high school any longer. You're studying shit I can't even pronounce and in case you haven't noticed, you've turned into a pretty decent looking guy. At least when you remember to comb your hair," I joked. I gave him another shake, "I hope you'll stop comparing me to the bitch that burned you so badly, but we can work on that, too.

"I'm going home again tonight. Mom's a little under the weather with a cold or the flu so I'll be there to help out. Clean the house and stuff. If I know Mom though, she'll get up and cook a big dinner. How about I bring back some leftovers with me tomorrow morning and you can drop by after work for pot roast, mashed potatoes, gravy and whatever else I can bring? That should convince you that this is real for me. I don't pry Mom's pot roast out of Dad's hands for just anyone. So, you tell me. Is my nerd Ok?"

"I think you're incredible. And the food sounds great! I haven't had a real home cooked meal since I was home at Christmas. Your nerds Ok." Going up on tip-toes, Danny gave me a short, but nice kiss. He left in a much better mood.

Looking out my window I waited until Danny walked out of sight on the way to the subway before calling home. "Hi, Mom. I've kind'a promised Danny a home cooked meal tomorrow night. Think you can put on a big pot roast with mashed potatoes and whatever else goes with pot roast?"

"That's no problem," Mom replied. "No problem at all. Why not bring Danny home with you? He can eat right from the oven instead of leftovers."

Yeah, I'm sure Danny's comments about, 'Viv's apartment looks so good...' would go over great as dinner conversation. "Mom, we've had one date. It's a little early to subject Danny to Dad's interrogation."

Mom laughed but agreed to cook enough to have plenty of leftovers. Hanging up I checked my texts to make sure the time hadn't been changed for my first client of the day and began changing into 'work' clothes. I had a shitload of things to do today in between seeing my clients. I needed another apartment! One where my parents would believe I could afford. Tonight over pot roast I intended to tell them it was time I had a place of my own. A place Mom could visit anytime she wanted.

That night my parents took the news I was moving out pretty well. I guess they accepted it was time I was on my own. My 'new' apartment wasn't near as nice as my apartment above Danny. Really, it was more of a walk-in closet but the rent was cheap and it was a place my mom could have a key to. I didn't plan to keep anything from my job in it. No expensive jewelry, dresses, shoes... No whips, chains or toys...

I didn't see Danny again until he knocked on the door the next evening. My last client of the day had run overtime because I hadn't the heart to ask him to pull out when he'd started fucking me, trying to come for a third time. Besides, with two apartments to pay for now the extra money was worth it.

"Hang on, Danny," I called out. "I got home from work later than I'd planned and just got out of the shower."

"Oh. Ok, I can come back..."

"No, you don't have to. I'm going to unlock the door. Give it a slow five count and then come in."

When Danny came in I was back in the bathroom with the door closed. My apartment isn't that big and we could hear each other easily through the door. We talked about this-that-and-the-other while I finished drying off and began my makeup. After a few minutes Danny went quiet but intent on my mascara I didn't pay it any mind thinking he was just tired from work. Only after putting on my robe for the walk to my bedroom to finish dressing did I see Danny sitting on the couch with...

"Ah, shit," I muttered. I'd placed the papers on the coffee table so I could look at them from time to time in an effort to figure them out. I'd forgotten they were there. Danny was holding them now.

"Viv, why, if you're trying to decipher these... Why did you sign them? Why did you sign them using a fake name? Your handwriting is all over these pages and I may not be an expert but," Danny held up a page and pointed to my signature. "But, that's a fake name in your handwriting."

"I...Uhh, umm, I'm..." I threw up my arms in defeat. "I got nothing."

"Viv, I really like you. I think I'm damned lucky you even considered going out with me. But, Viv, I don't need drama and lies. What's really going on? Are you seeing me just for more help?"

"No! Danny, I promise I'm not trying to trick you for more help!" I sighed and walked to the couch and sat down. I could tell Danny was upset because he wasn't even trying to look at my boobs through the gape in my robe. "Do you remember the story on the news of the guy who committed suicide a little while ago? Jumped from his office window..."

Danny nodded slowly and I continued with a carefully edited story as close to the truth as I could go. "He was the guy I worked for in the office. The day he jumped, less than an hour before he jumped, he asked me to sign those. Why? I don't know why. But he told me they were important and to keep them safe and secret. I've been trying to figure them out ever since. But, they don't make sense! They're just a mish-mash of the German language."

"And these," Danny asked, holding up the four pages of columns marked IMPORTANT.

I shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine."

"Did he give you anything else?"

"Two things. One..." I reached over and retrieved the letter from my end table's drawer and handed it to Danny. "He asked me to mail that for him. I think he didn't trust the mailroom of the building. Maybe thinking someone would intercept it. That's what I figure, at least."

Danny read the label. "A Federal District Attorney? Viv, why haven't you mailed this already?"

"Don't you think they'll be curious how a dead guy is sending them mail? My fingerprints are all over that damned envelope. Years from now if I get fingerprinted for a background check for a job I'm applying for I don't want a guy showing up with a Federal subpoena. I thought I'd get some gloves and transfer everything to a clean envelope but I've kept putting it off. I don't want to know what's in there."

"But..."

"Look, Danny," I interrupted. "Your fingerprints are on the envelope now, too. You go mail it as it is. We'll have a contest to see who gets subpoenaed first."

"Ah, no. I guess not. A clean envelope sounds like a good plan," Danny said handing back the letter for me to put away again.

"And these make no sense," he asked holding up the German papers gain.

"None. Sentence structure is wrong. Misused tenses of verbs. It's like someone used a dictionary to put German words onto the paper. There are even made up words. Hell, there are even English words mixed in."

"English words..." Danny mused as if to himself. "That sounds like something from early cryptology I read about. Putting a message within the body of a larger message. Viv, can you read through these and make a list of all the English words?"

"Sure. I've almost got the damned things memorized by now." I got a pen and paper and a few minutes later handed Danny the list. He sat in silence for a couple of minutes.

"The guy who jumped. He was a lawyer?"

"Yeah. Some kind of expert on international finance and contracts or something."

"Son-of-a-bitch..."

"What?"

Danny put the new list where both of us could read it. "Look here, these words are in order. Shanghai... National... Bank... What does that suggest to you?"

"Son-of-a-bitch," I echoed Danny. "Timmy was trying to tell me something and he mixed it all in with the German so his secretary wouldn't even know."

"Timmy?"

"He liked when I called him that. Said no one had since high school."

"Did he say anything else that day?"

"He said he'd stolen a lot of money and that they were on to him. Meaning the other partners in the firm. Almost his last words to me were that he was a dead man already. He just wasn't buried yet. He gave me the file, said to keep it safe and secret and that I could leave for the day. By the time I got to the street he was... He was there already."

"Damn, that's tough," Danny said. We sat looking at the pages again and Danny started pointing to words on my list and matching them to where they were in my German pages. "I count three more banks named. I think this is what your lawyer wanted to keep hidden. But, what about these," Danny asked pointing to other words.

"Those are just gibberish words. Letters and numbers and symbols that don't make sense in German or English."

"You have a laptop?"

"Yea, but no way are we using it for any of this. I already thought of using it to translate the documents but didn't. I'm no rocket scientist but even I know the Feds can track computers and shit. That's why I wanted to go to the library with you that day."

"You have a very sneaky mind," Danny grinned. "But I think you're right about this. Come on, we'll use mine."

"But won't that lead people to you?"

"No. You'll see."

I felt a little silly padding around in the hallway in my slippers and bathrobe but I didn't want to take the time to dress. Tuesday night is hair washing night so I grabbed my combs and brushes and followed Danny downstairs.

I brushed crumbs off the cushion of his couch and looked at it dubiously. "When was the last time you cleaned these cushions?" I had on a white bathrobe and didn't want to get it dirty.

"I'm sure someone cleaned them at least once before dropping it off on the curb."

"You got this off a curb? And I sat on it? Eww!"

Danny was busy typing on his computer and nodded distractedly. Choosing to stand, I took off the towel from around my hair and began combing out the tangles in the damp strands.

"Why aren't you concerned someone will track you down?"

"This is a second hand, maybe even a third hand computer," Danny explained. "It's old and it's crap but it's all I need to surf the internet and its IP isn't connected to me in any way. The other reason I'm not concerned is that."

I looked at what he pointed to. "What is it?"

"It's a parabolic microphone that I've modified. Instead of sound it now collects and amplifies radio waves. It also acts as a transmitter. Look at where it's pointed."

I looked and it seemed pointed at the coffee shop down the street over a block away. "With that I can connect to the coffee shop's Wi-Fi even from here. Free internet. Anyone following the internet trail will find it ends right there with potentially tens, if not hundreds, of customers sitting around sipping coffee and using the cafe's Wi-Fi every day."

I nodded in understanding and gathered another handful of hair to comb. "Well, ain't you just the nerdy little nerd."

"Smile when you say that." Danny drawled in what I guessed was supposed to be a Western accent. He waited as if expecting a reply, then sadly shook his head. "I guess you never read The Virginian."

"You mean a book? I think I read one once. Something about Jack and Jill going up a hill. I had nerds to do my reading for me."

"Ha-ha, smart ass. Careful what you say to me though because this nerd may have solved the problem because... we... are... in."

I looked at the computer screen. On it was the main page for a bank with a blinking cursor in the box asking for an account number. Another box was immediately below that asking for a password. Danny handed me the sheet with the list and asked me to read off the gibberish words that followed each in the documents. He typed while I read.

"Here goes nothing," he muttered and hit ENTER. The screen blanked and we waited with sinking hope as time dragged on. But then the screen filled with a blinking message box saying Access Denied.

"Well, it was a good idea," I sighed in disappointment.

"It's gotta be this," Danny said thoughtfully, thumping his fist on the table. Looking at the pages again he frowned then whooped in triumph. "Look, I put in the bank from the first paragraph but you read the gibberish words from the third paragraph! Read me the gibberish listed in the first paragraph."

I did and Danny typed those in. Again the screen blanked for a long time. "I said I got free Wi-Fi. I never said it was fast," Danny muttered when I started fidgeting. The screen finally came back and when it did there was a different message... What is the name of your favorite Aunt?

"YES!" Danny crowed in triumph. "The list! Any female names in the first paragraph?"

"Matilda."

Danny typed that in and hit ENTER. Again the screen blanked but this time the wait was much shorter. Another question... What was the name of your favorite pet?

"That one's easy," I said before Danny could ask and pointed to the name on the list. "Snoopy."

"Snoopy? Makes a little sense. It's easy to remember and no one would guess it." Danny hit ENTER and we waited. I was still close, looking over his shoulder. Danny was so intent on the screen I doubt he even realized he mumbled, Damn, you smell good, out loud. I smiled and let it pass while switching to use my hair brush on my now almost completely dry hair. I leaned closer to let Danny get a good whiff of me. Clean skin and hair makes a wonderful aphrodisiac.

This time when a screen appeared it said, WELCOME TO.....

Danny leaped up from his chair and did a victory dance while pointing a finger at the screen and yelling, "Yes! In your face, bitch! I owned your ass!" Turning he held up a hand for a High-Five. My hands were full so I tapped his palm with my hair brush.

Danny calmed and cleared his throat. Pointing at me and stumbling over his words, "Ah, you might wanna... I mean, umm..."

I looked down and saw that my robe had loosened and I was showing quite a bit of cleavage and tit. Pulling my robe closed and tightening the sash around my waist I nodded my thanks. Danny sat down in front of the screen and I leaned in to study it, also. This time there were two lines of boxes. The upper line was titled Account Number and the bottom line was titled Account Password.

"Ok, this is the first paragraph and these pages with columns are numbered, sooo... Let's go with the page that is numbered One. Read me off the top series."

I read off the series of numbers on the top left of the page. It fit exactly into the boxes. As I read off the numbers, letters and symbols at the top of the right hand column, Danny typed them into the bottom line of boxes and sat back. I was looking over his shoulder. So close we were almost cheek to cheek in anticipation of what might come next. Danny held his finger over the ENTER key and asked if I was ready. I nodded and he stabbed the key.

This time when the screen blanked it stayed blank until we were both fidgeting. But then it came back with a long list of Commands Available. I leaned further forward to read the smaller print but Danny read faster than I did. I saw commands for Transfer, Deposit, Withdrawal, and others before Danny, waving my hair out of his way, pointed to one at the bottom... Check Balance.

"Let's try that one first," Danny suggested and when I nodded he clicked it. The screen blanked and came back almost immediately. 38,000,000.00 USD...

"What's a USD," I asked.

"U.S. Dollars," Danny answered softly. "Viv, we just became millionaires..."