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POOL PARTY
By Parker
an210088@anon.penet.fi

WARNING: This story contains all sorts of non-consensual intercourse,
bondage, domination, humiliation and all that kind of stuff. It is not politically correct!
If you do not want to read this sort of material, I suggest you stop now, before it
is too late. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Copyright 1994 by me (Parker). Feel free to reproduce and disseminate
(unaltered, of course) but be discrete.

This is part one of a four part story.

Part 1

No one was happy to see Jennifer.

Which, to an outsider, might have seemed surprising. With her thick, black hair, flawless
alabaster skin, full red lips and slender, athletic
despite-the-fact-I-never-lower-myself-to- exercise body, Jennifer Watson was one of the
most desirable girls on campus. At least as far as looks went. And the male students of the Phi
Phi Phi fraternity were certainly just about as appreciative of good looking women as one
would expect them to be. Even more so.

This particular good looking woman, however, was the president and head agitator of the
local chapter of Concerned Students for Political Correctness. In her second year at
Bakersville College North, she had been instrumental in the college's decision to withdraw
funding from the fraternity newsletter as a result of certain allegedly sexist comments. She
had later caused the fraternity's sponsoring professor to be suspended indefinitely because of
some unsubstantiated allegations regarding sexual proposals he had made to a female student
(who had, incidentally, received a failing grade just prior to the accusations). All things
considered, Jennifer Watson had been a thorn in the side of the fraternity during her four
years at BCN.

Her most recent success, however, topped them all. She had been working for years now to
get the PPP's annual "Slave Auction" cancelled. Each year, the PPP fraternity and some of the
girl's from one of the sorority houses on campus held a mock Slave Auction to raise money for
improvements to their facilities. For the last few years, they had been raising money to add an
indoor pool to the fraternity house. Not only had Jennifer spearheaded the successful drive to
cancel the Slave Auction (due to the fact that it "trivialized the experiences of visible
minorities who had suffered slavery in the past and mocked the state of women everywhere,
whose present existence was little better than slavery at the hands of the male oriented
hierarchical society"), but she had convinced the college to expropriate the money raised over
the last few years and put it towards the commission of a piece of modern sculpture
celebrating Sisterhood in the twentieth century.

So, when Jennifer showed up at the door of the PPP fraternity house where the members of
the fraternity who had been planning the event were gathered for a drunken 'wake' - a so-
called 'pool party' - no one was particularly pleased to see her.

It was the guy who opened the door, one Mark Spenser, who - despite not usually being a
particularly articulate individual - voiced the feelings of the entire group: "What the fuck are
you doing here?"

Jennifer just smirked. She had been out for a couple of drinks with some friends earlier
that evening and had been on her way to the airport (it was spring break, and she had arranged
to get away by herself for a while) when she had decided to drop by the frat house to see how
they were taking the news. In fact, she was a little drunk.

"Just stopping by to say goodbye," she explained, slurring her words a bit. "Wanted to make
certain that there were no hard feelings."

"No hard feelings?" Mark was incredulous. "Fuck that. You came her to rub it in more like
it."

Jennifer widened her eyes in mock surprise. She *loved* this! "Not at all," she protested,
trying not to laugh. These guys were soooooo stupid. "I did it for your benefit too. It's an
important lesson to learn, but..."

Mark had heard enough. "Why don't you just..."

"Hold on a moment." Mark was cut off by a quiet, intense voice. "She's right." Amazed, Mark
turned to confront the person behind him. It was...

"Gary?" A freshman at BCN and an applicant to join the fraternity. What was...

"Just a second, Mark." The speaker, a tall geeky looking guy with short black hair and
glasses approached and placed his hand on Mark's shoulder. "Jennifer here has a point." The
entire room had fallen silent. Even Jennifer was astounded. Was this guy making fun of her?
"What we were doing was insensitive," Gary explained. "It was wrong. And I think that we
should thank Jennifer for pointing it out to us."

He turned. "Sharon," he called out, "get Jennifer here a drink." He turned back to the girl
who stood, silent and staring in the doorway. "Beer OK?"

Jennifer nodded a puzzled assent, still unsure as to whether or not this guy was making
fun of her.

"A beer," Gary called out. Mark started to say something, but Gary ignored him. "Come in,"
he invited Jennifer. "Let us make up for some of the harsh words that've passed between our
organizations."

In her partially drunken state, Jennifer actually believed him. She entered the room. Gary
closed the door behind her and Mark stomped off. The music started up again, and Sharon - a
short, pudgy girl with pig eyes, Jennifer noticed, conscious as always of her own beauty -
returned a few moments later with a glass of beer. Jennifer accepted it without thanks and
took a sip.

Gary sat her down on the couch as the 'pool party' started up again around them. He began
talking to her about the Slave Auction and generally engaged her in conversation while she
finished the beer and then another, also brought by Sharon. After a while, she began to feel a
queer sort of disassociation, almost as if her mind was floating free from her body. The room
was getting warmer and warmer; the music drifted away...

Jennifer felt a warm, pleasurable sensation on her chest. She looked down to see that her
breasts were fully exposed; her blouse had somehow come open and her bra unfastened.

"G-Gary?" What was... but when she looked up, it was Mark sitting in front of her, playing
with her breasts. Panicked, she brought her hands up to stop him, but she seemed to be
completely lacking in strength.

Everything seemed so far away...

Jennifer drew in a breath to voice a protest, but just as she opened her mouth to speak,
Mark kissed her. The feel of his warm lips on hers sent tingles of pleasure shooting through
her. She could only moan in pleasure as his tongue vigorously explored the inside of her
mouth. She didn't know what was happening to her... or why; but it sure felt good! Too good.
Jennifer stopped trying to stop it. As best she could in her drugged state, she wrapped her
arms around Mark's neck and...

No. It wasn't Mark any more. It was someone else. Some guy she didn't know. Jennifer
struggled to sit up, but she was held down by what seemed to her to be disembodied hands on
her shoulders. She was lying back on the couch, legs spread as the guy fucked his cock in and
out of her wet, fully exposed pussy. Involuntarily, she moaned in pleasure, bucking her hips
up against him to increase the pressure on her sensitive clit.

From out of nowhere, a hand grabbed her thick black hair and pulled her head back and
upwards. She opened her mouth to gasp in pain, and immediately a large, warm cock slid in
between her thick, wet lips. She gagged slightly at this intrusion, but instinctively began
sucking at it. It tasted so good!

The cock in her pussy began to spurt, pumping wad after wad of warm, wet sperm into her
welcoming thighs. She felt a series of little orgasms wrack her body as she slurped hungrily
at...

At...

She wiped ineffectually at the globs of sticky, white sperm which now coated her pale
cheeks. Jennifer wasn't sure how many cocks she had sucked, but a large number of them had
erupted onto her face rather than into her mouth. The sperm felt warm and sticky as she
wiped at it with her long, delicate fingers.

She was on her hands and knees now. Someone was behind her, sawing his cock in and out of
her pussy. She moaned and grunted in pleasure, coming at the same time as cock in her pussy.
She was still halfway through the orgasm when the cock pulled out and another took its place.

It felt so good!

"Please... please... please..."

Mark looked down, a big stupid grin on his face, as Jennifer Watson, on her hands and
knees, mouth and pussy simultaneously stuffed with cock, her beautiful face shining with a
thick coating of sperm and drool, bucked and moaned with obvious pleasure. Jennifer Watson -
the president of the Concerned Students for Political Correctness. Hah! The horny bitch had
fucked at least a dozen guys so far and was still going strong.

That Gary!

What a great idea using that drug. Even though he was only a freshman, Gary's actions that
night had pretty much assured himself not only a place in the fraternity, but a place in the
upper echelons. What a guy. For some reason, however, Gary had not wanted to take a turn
with the bitch - he had even left early with his girlfriend Sharon - but that didn't matter. All
that mattered now was that he get another shot as this whore before the drug wore off.

Mark felt his cock get hard again (for the third time that night!) as he waited for another
turn with the slut.

In the end, the guys had tired before Jennifer. There were only ten of them! Completely
spent, they sat around the room in languid satisfaction, watching in amazement as Jennifer
Watson lay, like some naked and fucked out whore, on the floor in the centre of the living
room. The raven haired slut lay on her back, legs spread widely, moaning and whimpering,
fingers still working busily away in her sopping cunt.

What a whore.

This was the scene that greeted Tammy, Lisa, Becky and Cindy as they entered the frat
house. They were the girls from the nearby sorority house who had been helping plan the fund
raising Slave Auction for the pool.

"What the hell?"

Mark quickly stammered out an explanation. How Jennifer had shown up at the party to
gloat and how Gary had drugged the bitch so she would turn into a slut. He had been afraid that
they might be angry, but the girls seemed more amused than anything else. Jennifer had, over
the last few years, fucked them over with her political correctness as much as she had the
fraternity.

Tammy, the unofficial leader of the sorority group, even sat herself down beside the naked
squirming girl and began playing with Jennifer's exposed pussy. Although not nearly as
beautiful as the slut on the floor, Tammy was still very attractive in a pudgy sort of way, with
shoulder length blonde hair and wide, green eyes. The boys stared in mute amazement as the
blonde girl slid a finger in and out of the slut's sopping pussy. A number of them began to get
hard again.

"Jennifer the campus slut," Tammy muttered, grinning. "Jennifer the fuck-pet." Tammy
looked up at the rest of the group. "I like the sound of that." Half oblivious, the subject of
Tammy's comments moaned and lifted her hips off the floor, trying desperately to grind her
pussy into Tammy's hand.

"Please..."

Everyone laughed.

Except Lisa. Typical. She was a tall, attractive girl with long black hair and a pair of
horn-rimmed glasses that gave her a studious, old-fashioned appearance. Lisa was the one who
always saw the downside of things.

"You've got a problem here," she said, frowning. "This is fine now when she's drugged, but
what about when she sobers up?" The guys looked puzzled. What about it?

"She'll cry rape," Lisa explained.

Immediately, the guys in the fraternity began talking loudly. Once again, it was Mark who
voiced their feelings. "But she was willing," he protested. "Everyone saw it."

"Who do you think they'll believe?" Lisa asked him.

Mark fell silent.

"She's right," Cindy agreed. "No one will ever believe that she willingly fucked all you
guys."

"Fuck..." Jennifer mumbled, half-conscious as Tammy played with her pussy. Every time
she was about to come, Tammy would pull her hand away. " Fuck me... please..."

"Especially after what she did," Becky stated, continuing the thought. Despite the fact that
Becky was a pale skinned red head and Cindy negro, the two girls were known as the 'twins'.
The went everywhere together and were co-leaders of the cheerleading squad.

"Getting your pool money confiscated," Cindy finished, "and getting the Auction cancelled."

The guys in the fraternity looked glum. The twins were right. When word got out, they
would be lucky to stay out of jail, never mind being kicked out of school.

Mark swallowed. That asshole Gary! No wonder he hadn't stuck around. Next time he came
around...

"Don't panic," Tammy smirked, looking up from where she sat on the floor beside the
squirming girl. "I think I see a way out of this..."

Jennifer stared dimly upwards through the haze of lust that suffused her body. The hand in
her pussy had moved away, but she was still able to masturbate herself. It didn't feel as good
as when someone else was doing it, but at least she actually brought herself off. Jennifer
hazily watched the others in the room as she rapidly slid her fingers up and down over her
pussy. They seemed to be talking about something...

Why were they all being so serious? Why didn't one of the boys fuck her again? She needed
it so bad...

"Fuck me..." she whined. "Somebody... please?"

But it was no use. They were busy with something else. One of the girls - Lisa, her fogged
mind informed her, properly placing the name with the face - had taken off her clothes and
was getting dressed again, this time in a different set of clothes. Jennifer's mind groped and
struggled with an idea. What was it? Then she realized: they were *her* clothes! Lisa was
getting dressed in Jennifer's clothing.

Jennifer giggled madly: with her jet black hair and slim build, Lisa looked something like
Jennifer, at least from afar. It was funny: Lisa playing Jennifer!

Still... still, a thread of unease writhed its way through her drug-induced haze. Almost
against her will, Jennifer began to pay attention to what was being said: "...car keys. Phone
when you get there and... at airport. Make sure they see you, but not too..."

What was happening?

Then Lisa was gone, still wearing Jennifer's clothes and jacket. The unease Jennifer had felt
was washed away as another orgasm, smaller this time, racked her body while the door swung
shut.

What was going on?

Another girl, the name 'Tammy' entered Jennifer's groggy mind, turned her attention
downwards. She smiled as she noticed that Jennifer was focusing on her. Jennifer felt another
twinge of unease cut through the fading lust at that smile. She felt that she must know this girl
from somewhere. Wasn't she...

Tammy reached down and pulled the confused girl into an upright, sitting position. Jennifer
grunted with discomfort as she felt the now-cold sperm dribble out of her suddenly aching
pussy when she sat up. "Come along, little Jennifer Fucktoy," Tammy whispered. "Time to get
dressed and go home."

Home. Something in Jennifer's mind objected to being called 'fucktoy', but 'home' sounded
good.

Warm. Safe.

With some help from Becky and Cindy, Tammy pulled Jennifer's slender arms upward, and
slid the a thin top down over Jennifer's head and over her chest. The three girls than heaved
Jennifer to her unsteady feet, and pulled some sort of miniskirt up to her waist. Jennifer
squirmed, not liking the feel of the tight polyester on her skin, but could not effectively
resist. Finally, Tammy reached down and strapped a pair of four inch heels onto the feet of the
weakly struggling girl.

"All done," Tammy announced, standing. "Let's take a look."

Suddenly unsupported, Jennifer stood uncertainly on the heels, looking about the room.
Everyone was staring at her. The guys... Mark... the girls... Confused, she turned in a circle,
stumbling slightly on the heels, looking about until she caught sight of herself in a mirror.

Omygod!

The girl staring back from the depths of the mirror looked like a complete slut! She wore a
tight, black polyester skirt that barely covered four inches below the rounded bottom of her
asscheeks. Likewise, the bright, pink sleeveless top clearly revealed the outlines of her
nipples, and hung only halfway down her front, clearly exposing her stomach. The only other
item of clothing the girl was wearing was a pair of shiny black pumps. The girl's tangled,
matted hair gave her a wild, sexy appearance, as it hung down over her face, half concealing
her wide, brown eyes and thick, pouty lips.

In the mirror, Jennifer saw Tammy come up behind her, and then felt the other girl's hands
reach around and cup her thinly covered breasts.

"Come along, little play-slut," Tammy whispered in her ears, nibbling and biting between
words. "Time to go home."

Home. That sounded right.

Warm.

Safe.

Still dazed, Jennifer allowed herself to be led by the other girls, unresisting, out the back
door and across the parking lot to a waiting car. In fact, she couldn't have fought back if she
had wanted to; the drugs and alcohol made it almost impossible for her to walk unaided on the
four inch heels, and she was forced to lean on the other girls for support.

On the way to the parking lot, the girls encountered a group of guys heading in the opposite
direction. Jennifer looked one of them in the eye and tried to ask for help, but he just smirked
at her. Another guy whistled as the girls walked past.

"See," Tammy said, to no one in particular as the boys moved away. "No one will see
Jennifer Watson. Just some party slut."

Finally, they reached their destination. Becky unlocked the back door and shoved her inside
with the aid of Cindy.

Jennifer's last thought before she finally passed out on the back seat where she say between
Tammy and Becky - the former still playing with her breasts - was of home.

Safe.

END PART ONE

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Part two
PARKER7.TXT -- 2/4

POOL PARTY II
By Parker
an210088@anon.penet.fi

WARNING: This story contains all kinds of non-consensual sexual activity. If
you don't like reading this sort of thing, stop now, before it is too late.

This is the second part of a four part story.

Copyright 1994 by me (Parker). Feel free to distribute (unaltered of
course), but be discrete.


=================================================================

When Jennifer eventually regained consciousness, she found herself fastened securely to a
heavy brass bed by four sets of cold metal handcuffs, each one attaching its respective wrist
or ankle to the four corners of the bedframe. She struggled not to give in to panic as her mind
slowly replayed for her the events of the previous... what... evening? Jennifer had no way of
knowing how long she had been unconscious.

Her conscious behaviour, however, was another story. Despite the drugs and alcohol, her
memory was pretty much intact: the arrival at the frathouse (for a little bit of frat-baiting);
the drinking; the strange feeling of disassociation; the... the sex (Jennifer's stomach heaved at
the thought); the trip to the car...

Then nothing.

Where was she?

Jennifer shook her long, dark hair away from her face and looked down at herself. Oh god! It
was every bit as bad as she'd remembered! With the exception of the shoes - her feet were
now bare - she was still wearing the clothing in which she had left the party. The pink top;
the miniskirt... Someone seemed to have cleaned her up a bit, but there were still spots of
dried cum dotting the tank top and miniskirt.

She squirmed, testing her bonds. No luck. The unyielding handcuffs just bit a little further
into her wrists, adding another layer of pain to overlay the general ache which permeated her
abused body. The captive girl moaned in agony as the slight movement of her legs rubbed the
inside of her thighs together. She had obviously been rubbed raw the night before.

Jennifer opened her mouth to scream for help, for anything, but could only manage a weak
sound that was halfway between a groan and a sob. She shivered in misery. The after affects of
the drugs and alcohol had left her throat parched and her head aching.

"Help me," she whispered.

As if on cue, the door opened. Tammy Sinclair entered the room, carrying with her a large
bottle of mineral water. Jennifer's parched throat seemed to swell shut at the sight of it.

"Water?" she moaned.

Tammy smiled. The short blonde girl carefully sat the bottle down beside the bed - out of
Jennifer's limited reach, of course - and sat down on the side of the bed.

"How's our little girl?" she asked mockingly. "Not feeling too good, hmm?" She reached
over and ran her fingers through her captive's thick black hair. "Little Jennie have too much
to drink?" she cooed. "Poor Jen-Jen."

Jennifer ignored the insults.

Only one thing mattered. "P-please... water."

"Well, maybe a little later," Tammy chuckled. "We have some things to talk about first."
She moved her hands lower, dragging her short, pudgy fingers down her captive's tear-stained
cheek and then down to her barely covered breasts. Jennifer stared, wide-eyed and
unbelieving, as the younger girl began to play with her firm tits. She squirmed in discomfort,
but was unable to pull away. Tammy, however, couldn't help but notice these attempts to avoid
her touch.

"Now that's no way to behave," she said with mock firmness. She grasped one of Jennifer's
nipples between two fingers and squeezed. Jennifer stiffened and groaned in pain. "You're my
little playmate now," the blonde said, still squeezing. "My little play puss. Little playtoys
don't try to move away. They take what's given to them and are thankful for it." With one last
twist, she released the throbbing nipple and then resumed toying with Jennifer's breast. This
time, Jennifer didn't pull away. There was silence for a few moments as Tammy finished with
the breast and worked her way slowly down Jennifer's stomach, under the miniskirt, and onto
the captive's pussy. Jennifer tried to close her legs, but she was unable to do so because of the
cuffs on her ankles. Hopelessly, she moaned and whimpered as her tormentress slowly sank
one... and then two thick fingers into her raw pussy.

"Please... Tammy," she begged, voice hoarse and dusty. "Don't..."

Tammy smirked at her. "Don't you remember me little Jennie?" she asked, fingers still
inserted. "You must."

Jennifer just shook her head, confused. She knew Tammy by name, but not...

"I was the person who represented this sorority at the hearing last year," the blonde
explained, "during the inquiry into racial equality in campus organizations." She slowly began
to move her fingers in and out of her captive's painful, fucked out pussy. "You remember. That
was the inquiry where it was determined that our sorority didn't have a large enough
representation of visible minorities," Tammy continued, "and our funding was cut off by sixty
percent." By now, Jennifer was having trouble following Tammy's words, as the other girl's
fingers were sending waves of stabbing pain into her belly. She remembered the inquiry
though; it had been her idea...

"That's this sorority. That's why our house is only about half full. That's why we have
plenty of room to keep you here for as long as we want." Tammy abruptly jerked her fingers
free of Jennifer's pussy.

"Ahh..." Jennifer's hips bucked with pain.

"So you're going to make it up to us," Tammy finished. "To me. You're going to be the house
pussy slave." Tammy reached over, opened the bottle, and took a long slow drink of water. Her
words slowly sunk in as Jennifer watched her drink.

Pussy slave! Tammy finished drinking and methodically screwed the cap back on. "And
what's more," she continued, "you're going to help replace the money that was confiscated for
the pool at Phi Phi Phi. We've arranged a little part time job for you."

Jennifer tried to say something... to question what was happening, but her throat was too
parched to let out anything but a hoarse cough. And her head ached so much!

Tammy stood. "Well," she said sweetly, "I've given you a lot to think about right now. We'll
talk more later." The girl turned and walked out of the room. The bottle of water, on the other
hand, was left on a side table, just out of Jennifer's reach.

She had no way of telling; it could have been hours or it could have been days before the door
opened again. Jennifer had no way of measuring time other than by the slow, steady increase
in torment as her bound body became more and more dehydrated. Her wrists and ankles had
been rubbed red and raw by her frenzied attempts to get loose - to reach the precious bottle of
water sitting beside the bed - but it had been no use. She was still chained firmly in position
on the bed when Tammy finally re- entered the room.

"How are we doing pet?" the girl asked.

Jennifer looked up at her with bleary, red-rimmed eyes.

"W-wat... er," she croaked, voice dusty and dry.

Tammy smiled nastily. "Water?" she asked, all innocent. "Are you getting thirsty?"

Jennifer nodded weakly.

"Well then," Tammy said cheerfully, "I'll give you some water, but you'll have to do
something for me first."

Jennifer just stared at her.

Waiting.

"Ever since your little display at Phi Phi Phi the other night," Tammy told her, "I've been a
little hot. All that delicious sex..." The girl sighed wistfully. "And none for me." She sat down
on the side of the bed and slipped a hand under the pink top. Jennifer didn't pull away. She'd
learned that lesson. "So," she continued, "I was just thinking... wouldn't it be nice to have a
little pussy slave to take care of me when I get hot? A nice, obedient little play puss to give me
the tongue whenever I want it."

Jennifer stared in horror, eyes wide. The drug-induced sex with the boys had been a
nightmare, but this... this was sick. She wasn't a lesbian! (Not that she didn't support the
lifestyle choices made by...)

"I'm sure a lot of the girls her would appreciate the same thing," Tammy continued.

Jennifer coughed out an answer. "N...no." Never.

Tammy frowned, removing her hand from the older girl's breast. "Well," she said, "If
you're going to be unreasonable, I'll just have to come back and talk to you about it later." She
slid to her feet and stalked away, closing the door behind her.

"N... no," Jennifer repeated to the now empty room.

This time, Jennifer was certain that days had passed before anyone came back into the room.
It must have been days. She had tried to hold it, but had finally admitted defeat as her swollen
bladder gave way and the beer-piss that had been building up for the last few hours had
sprayed out, soaking the bed and her upper legs. That had been hours ago; the moisture had
long since dried off her thighs, but the smell was maddening.

"Pee yew" Tammy muttered as she entered the room. "Has little Jennie had an accident?"
Jennifer's face burned with mortification. It hadn't been her fault, but some instinct that had
been bred into her since her childhood toilet-training kept chanting her guilt over and over to
her.

She had been a bad girl.

She had done a bad thing.

"It sure does smell like it," came another voice. Not Tammy. It was Lisa, the tall dark
haired girl who had dressed up in Jennifer's clothing and taken her car. In fact, she was still
wearing Jennifer's clothes. Jennifer's eyes struggled to muster the non-existent moisture
necessary to create tears at the sight of these relics of her life before the events of the party.
No tears though; just a dry stinging sensation in her eyes.

The pudgy blonde girl looked down on her.

"Well pet?" she asked. "Ready to begin?"

Jennifer nodded. She had been ready for the last few hours, ever since she had voided
herself on the bed. That had been the final blow; she knew that she would do whatever they
said. At least until she had a chance to get free.

Anything for some water.

Tammy smirked and looked over at her friend. "I told you," she said.

"We'll see," Lisa sniffed, brushing her long black hair back from her face. "She hasn't done
anything yet." The girl bent over and began pulling down her - Jennifer's - slacks.

"She will," Tammy said confidently.

In a few moments, Lisa had removed her glasses and was naked from the waist down.
Jennifer tried to close her eyes, but was unable to turn away. She watched in horrified
fascination as the girl stretched her long, thin legs, climbed on the bed, and straddled
Jennifer's face with her thighs. Lisa's pussy, thick with tangled black hair, was soon directly
above her mouth.

Jennifer gagged. She immediately felt almost smothered by the smell of pussy.

"I can't believe she's gonna do this," Lisa predicted pessimistically.

"Just a second," Tammy said. The blonde opened the water bottle, poured some of the liquid
onto her palm, and quickly splashed it over her friend's pussy. A few drops fell free and landed
on Jennifer's face. The captive girl swallowed as best she could, but a good portion of the water
glistened invitingly in Lisa's pussy hair.

Jennifer moaned. Not enough.

Not nearly enough water.

"Do it," Tammy said. "Jam your snatch in her ugly face."

Obediently, the dark haired girl lowered her naked crotch onto Jennifer's face, jamming
her pussy over the girl's nose and mouth. At first, Jennifer kept her mouth firmly closed,
revolted by the sight and smell of the other girl's pussy. She just couldn't do it; she couldn't!
But, a few moments later, the feel of the water on her lips forced her to open her mouth and
extend her tongue.

Water!

Tammy had splashed Lisa's crotch with precious water. Jennifer - slowly at first, but
then with increasing enthusiasm - thrust her tongue out between her parched lips and began
to lick. The taste of the water overcame all inhibitions. Within moments, she was slurping
away loudly at Lisa's cunt, her dry tongue scraping along the outside of Lisa's pussy.

"She's doing it," the girl cried, excited. "She's licking my pussy. The little slut." Lisa,
excited by the captive's obedience, let out a moan of intense pleasure as she reached up to
fondle her own tits. "Harder," she moaned, grinding her sopping pussy into the unwilling
girl's face.

Jennifer shuddered as another wave of shame and revulsion washed over her while Lisa
gasped and writhed on her face. But she couldn't help herself. She had to have moisture! The
water was gone now, but Lisa's pussy was beginning to produce juices of its own. Still
parched, Jennifer thirstily sucked away, oblivious of all else as Lisa began humping her
crotch up and down on top of her face.

Nothing else mattered.

Which was why, after Lisa quickly came with a shuddering, intense orgasm and climbed
slowly off the bed, Jennifer was shocked to find more girls in the room. It was Becky and
Cindy. The twins.

Cindy held a camera.

"You're next," Tammy said, gesturing towards Becky. The slender redhead needed no further
encouragement. Already naked, she giggled as she climbed aboard, small tits bobbing merrily.
A natural redhead. Once again, Jennifer was forced to lick and suck the girl to climax, all the
time desperately slurping up and drinking down and much as possible of the precious pussy
juice.

An irregular burst of light attested to the fact that Cindy was capturing the entire event on
film, but Jennifer didn't care any more. Her whole world was focused on the tight, wet pussy
being ground into her face. She needed the liquid.

Next was Cindy. Jennifer gagged and began chocking as the black girl climbed aboard shoved
her wet, smelly pussy in the captive's face, but she soon started lapping away with
enthusiasm, just as she had done for the other two girls.

Finally, Tammy herself straddled the captive's face. By now, Jennifer was no longer
revolted by the other girls' pussies. They were just a source of nourishment. She even moaned
in frustration when Tammy, after coming twice, loudly, climbed off. Involuntarily, Jennifer
raised her head off the pillow in a vain attempt to capture just a few more drops of pussy
juice from Tammy's dripping pussy.

She couldn't help herself. She wanted more. Not sexual pleasure, as she had felt none, but
moisture.

Sweet moisture...

Cindy, still half naked, took a few more pictures, moving around the bed to capture the
scene from a number of different angles. Their captive's hair was once again (as it had been at
the pool party) matted down onto her sweaty forehead, this time stuck down with pussy juice
rather than sperm. In fact, the girl's entire face shone red with the exertion and results of
her efforts.

"Look," Cindy giggled. Jennifer had extended her tongue as far out of her mouth as she could,
and was running it desperately over as much of her face as she could manage, still trying to
capture whatever moisture that was available. Laughing and giggling, the four girls watched
for a while, fascinated, until Tammy ushered them out of the room and shut the door behind
them. Finally, it was just her and Jennifer alone again.

"There, little puss sucker," Tammy smirked. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" Jennifer had
given up trying to suck in any more pussy juice and just lay there, staring upwards with
hatred. Control had returned, and with it an intense hatred for the person who had so degraded
her. The blonde girl, however, was unimpressed. Laughing, Tammy ran a hand over her
captive's forehead. She gathered up a glob of pussy juice and brought it down to the older girl's
lips. Hatred was immediately forgotten. As was pride. Almost against her will, Jennifer opened
her red, swollen lips and accepted Tammy's juice-covered finger in her mouth, sucking
thirstily. After she had sucked the moisture off of it, Tammy pulled it out and repeated the
process until Jennifer's face had more or less been scraped dry and Jennifer lay still, hoarse
and panting with humiliation.

She needed more.

"Don't be greedy now," Tammy cautioned as Jennifer laboriously turned her head and gazed
longingly at the bottle of water. "There'll be plenty more pussy juice for you soon."

Still, she poured a handful of water into her palm and allowed the older girl to lap it up.
Jennifer did so, but this time she was keenly aware of her humiliation: lapping water out of
this bitch's hand like some dog. Nevertheless...

Finally, Tammy stood up to go.

"Wait," Jennifer protested, throat now lubricated with moisture. "What's... h-how long are
you going to keep me here? You can't just..." She let the thought trail off, unspoken.

Could they?

Tammy smiled down at her. "Why, just until you earn back the money you had taken from
the boys; for their pool."

Jennifer was both puzzled and enraged. After a brief struggle, the puzzlement won out;
there wasn't much point in venting her anger while she was fastened down so securely.

"But... how?"

"Don't you worry about that, little play-puss," Tammy cooed. "It's all arranged. You start
training for your new job tomorrow." With that, the blonde coed turned out the lights and left
the room.

"Wait..."

The door swung shut. And Jennifer, who now had taken in enough moisture to form tears,
began to cry.

END PART II

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Part 3

PARKER7.TXT -- 3/4

POOL PARTY III
By Parker
an210088@anon.penet.fi

WARNING: This story contains lots and lots of non-consensual sexual activity. It
is not intended for minors or for those who are easily offended. If you fall into either of
these categories, stop reading now.

This is the third part of a four part story.

Copyright 1994 by me (Parker). Feel free to distribute (unaltered, of
course), but be discrete.


=================================================================

The job, it turned out, was stripping.

The trainer was a hard looking oriental woman named Kim. Kim Loo. She worked as a
recruiter and trainer for a chain of 'gentleman's clubs' across the country. In particular, she
worked for the local club of the chain: 'Pussywillows', located in nearby Point Hope. Tammy
had met her there during the 'end of the school year' celebrations after her first year of
college. Evidently, they had worked out some sort of deal for Jennifer to work at the club. At
least, if Kim wanted her.

And it seemed she did.

Jennifer was still fastened down on the bed when Kim Loo had shown up at the sorority the
morning after the captive's first session of pussy sucking. The girls had gotten her to repeat
her duties that morning, but had been meticulous in getting her cleaned up for her 'audition'.

Kim had looked down on the captive girl as she stared back from the bed with wide, confused
eyes, still dressed in the pink top and miniskirt in which she had left the pool party. The
oriental woman was careful not to show any emotion as she stared down at Jennifer with
impenetrable black eyes, but she knew instantly that this girl would be perfect for the club.
Pussywillows specialized in fresh new talent, its patrons preferring the slightly hesitant and
embarrassed newcomers over the more experienced professionals. As well, the professionals
knew better than to hook up with a place like Pussywillows, as it was more than stripjoint.

Jennifer fit the bill perfectly.

After what seemed like an eternity to Jennifer, the woman had turned to Tammy.

"She'll do." That was all. The woman turned and walked out of the bedroom.

"What's going on?" Jennifer whined, thoroughly frightened.

"She's going to be your new boss," Tammy explained gleefully. "And trainer. You start next
week at Pussywillow's in Point Hope."

Jennifer's eyes widened with shock and she chocked back a cry. She knew all about that
place. In fact, she had spent much of the previous summer picketing in front of it, and
gathering signatures on a petition to have it shut down. It was one of her few unsuccessful
causes.

That was enough.

"No way," she stated. "No fuckin' way I'm doing it." Jennifer began to struggle with her
bonds. "Now let me loose you bitch." She thrashed about on the bed, but to no avail.

Tammy just smiled.

A nasty smile.

"I think," the blonde coed said mildly, green eyes sparkling with malice, "that it's time to
show you something. A demonstration." She walked to the other side of the room, bent over,
and slid open a battered wooden drawer. When she straightened up, she held in her hand a
metal rod, about two feet in length, with a plastic handle on one end and a small bulb on the
other. A small red switch sat beside a plastic dial on the handle.

"This," she announced happily, "is a cattle prod." Jennifer stared in horrified fascination as
Tammy walked up to the side of the bed. "I'm going to give you a jolt on low power, just to give
you a taste of it. If I have to use it again, however, it will be turned to full." She flicked the
switch. The rod emitted a low humming sound as Tammy waved it slowly over her captive's
face and then lowered it to Jennifer's stomach.

Jennifer shook her head. "No... NOOOOO......"

Pain.

The pain was unbelievable. It went so far beyond anything Jennifer had ever imagined a
human being could experience and still survive that she was for a moment utterly certain that
she had somehow spontaneously burst into flames and was being consumed by the fire. Indeed,
she was shocked to find herself intact when the burning finally died down.

Tammy looked down in satisfaction. Jennifer's eyes were wild with pain and her quivering
lower chin was covered with glistening spittle from where she had virtually foamed at the
mouth. That should do it.

"That was on low power," she reiterated. "Next time it's on full. If you continue to
misbehave, you'll become rather... intimate with it." Tammy paused to let her words sink in.

"Do you understand?"

Jennifer, still racked with the pain-filled aftershocks of the jolt, nodded her head in
emphatic agreement. She was certain - she knew - that she could not survive a jolt at full
power. It would surely kill her.

Tammy smirked in satisfaction. The prod seemed to have done its job. Turning, she called
out: "Becky. Cindy." The twins appeared in the doorway and entered the room. "Get her ready
for her first lesson," Tammy ordered.

It was to be the first of many.

The lessons took place in the sorority common room.

For about three hours every morning and then every afternoon, Kim taught Jennifer the
rudiments of stripping. At first, she kept her clothes on. Kim taught her how to stretch and
move her sleek body to show off most effectively her various 'assets' (as Kim called them).
She learned to bump and grind her crotch in an obscene circular motion; how to prance with
grace on the four inch pumps they forced her to wear continually. Jennifer was taught how to
swing her narrow hips in a sexy manner; how to move in a way that caused her tits to bounce
up and down on her chest just so.

In short, she was being trained to act the perfect slut.

When the 'basics' were over, Kim started in on the actual stripping. Against her will - but
enthusiastically, under threat of the cattle prod - she learned how to remove her various
articles of clothing, one by one, in way calculated to drive men wild. Again and again, the
mortified girl was forced to strut her stuff in front of Kim and the sorority girls, and
slowly... teasingly... strip down to nothing. Once naked, she was instructed in the 'fine art' of
showing off some of the usually hidden parts of her body: slipping her hands under her firm
titties and pushing upwards; crouching with legs spread to show off her pussy; turning, back
to the audience, spreading her legs and bending at the waist...

When Kim was satisfied that she had made a good start on the actual stripping, Jennifer was
shown some other necessary skills for her new role in life: the oriental woman demonstrated
how to apply thick layers of what was almost stage makeup for use under the bright lights of
the catwalk; how to pout like a spoiled slut and run her pink tongue over her now bright, red
lips. How to blow sexy mock kisses to an (for now) imaginary audience. She was shown how to
tease her own nipples - after, of course, they had been suitably rouged - so that they stood
proud and firm on her chest.

Day after day she practised...

The extreme humiliation of these lessons was not lost on Jennifer. The fact that she - a
person who had dedicated her life to eradicating such sexist, male-gratifying images - was
forced to learn how to behave like some adolescent fantasy-slut drove her wild with
frustration and anger.

But there was nothing she could do.

Absolutely nothing.

She had refused only once to obey a command, early on in the second lesson. Smiling a
sadistic little smile, Tammy had taken the now crying girl into the bedroom and, without
saying a word, had used the cattle prod on her.

At full force.

As promised.

When the convulsions at last had died down, Jennifer found herself alone in the room,
curled half naked into a fetal position on the floor. She knew what she had to do. Sobbing with
pain and humiliation, she pushed herself to her feet, straightened her meagre clothing, and
stumbled back into the common room to continue the lesson.

Kim had been waiting for her.

And the lessons resumed.

The oriental woman could not, of course, spend all of her time at the sorority house training
her new employee. She had other duties. She had, however, left certain instructions which the
girls followed with enthusiasm. For example, when she was not actively engaged in a
particular lesson, Jennifer was to be kept in full 'slut dress' - tight miniskirts; wispy tops;
plastic pumps; heavy makeup - in order to practice and become accustomed to her new role in
life. Thus, for the full two weeks of her training, Jennifer was forced to prance around in full
makeup and wore nothing but short, tight miniskirts, revealing tops and high heels. Before
long, the sleek, sexy walk of a hot slut became second nature to her.

But Tammy wanted more. Under threat of the cattle prod, their unwilling trainee was only
allowed to speak either in a breathy whisper - Tammy had forced her to practice it for hours
on end - which the girls referred to as her 'sex kitten voice', or in a high, nasal whine (the
'bimbo' voice). In either case, she was not allowed to use words of greater than two syllables.
At first, Jennifer had been unable to maintain the new voices, and the girls were 'forced' to
administer a number of humiliating spankings during which their captive was forced to thank
them after each swat - in the appropriate voice, of course - and apologize for her
disobedience. With such encouragement, Jennifer was soon able to maintain the voices without
conscious thought, but the limit of two syllables made it difficult for her to articulate any sort
of complex thought. Soon, she was speaking only in short, simple sentences.

Evenings, of course, she was required to service the girls, and she quickly became quite
proficient at pussy sucking. The thought of being required to slurp the other girl's pussies
every night soon lost its terror, and more than once she became quite angry at herself when
she involuntarily felt a flush of pleasure when Lisa complimented her. 'First chance,' she told
herself, face buried deep in the other girl's pussy, 'and I'm out of here.'

That chance, however, never seemed to come.

Still, Tammy wanted more.

After a few nights, Tammy appeared in the bedroom with a large black dildo. "You're always
going on about how the blacks are treated on campus," the blonde coed laughed. "Put your
pussy where your mouth is." She threw the massive object onto the bed beside the older girl.
Jennifer, naked except for her shiny black pumps and a black pushup bra, looked warily at
the thing as she sat on the side of the bed. It must have been at least ten inches long. They
couldn't...

Tammy, sensing the older girl's hesitation, walked over and picked up the ever present
cattle prod. "Do it," she ordered menacingly. Trembling, Jennifer reached over the grasped
the massive black dildo. "Now," Tammy continued, "lean back against the pillow and start
fucking yourself with it."

Jennifer looked up. "T-Tammy..." The other girl sighed and flicked on the cattle prod. The
low, electric hum immediately filled the room with the promise of pain. That was enough for
Jennifer. Hastily, she lay back against the pillow, spread her legs and began inserting the
dildo.

"What's up?" It was Cindy, followed, as ever, by Becky.

"The slut here's been complaining that she doesn't get enough cock," Tammy smirked. "Isn't
that right?"

Jennifer nodded unevenly from the bed where she was still trying to force the dildo inside
her stretched pussy. About half of is had now disappeared from view.

"Say it." Tammy waved the cattle prod.

"I... I w-wanted some c-cock," Jennifer groaned, as another inch was sucked inside.

The twins giggled. "I'll get my camera," Cindy cried, running out of the room. Tammy,
laughing, walked over to the side of the bed. "C'mon little fuckpet," she cooed. "Get it in...
that's right." By the time Cindy returned with her camera, Jennifer had finally managed to
encompass the entire dildo, and was just beginning - on Tammy's instructions - to start
sliding it in and out.

Becky reached over and began playing with Jennifer's nipples, but Tammy caller her
away. "Let her do that," she stated. Becky pulled away. "OK Jennie Cockslave," the blonde said,
"start putting on a show. Rub your little titties and play with yourself until you make us
believe that you've had an orgasm." Jennifer turned beet red with embarrassment, but did as
she was told.

Tammy was holding the cattle prod.

And so, sleek legs stretched wide and trembling with tension, Jennifer began to masturbate
in earnest. She closed her eyes and began thinking about... about anything other than where she
was; about being with a boy. A nice boy. A boy who would treat her with respect; who would
realize that she too was a real person with goals and aspirations of her own; a boy who would
make long, tender love to her...

Finally, the fantasy began to have an effect. Her pussy juices started flowing, and for the
first time since the pool party, she began to feel some sexual pleasure. The large black dildo,
now glistening, slid in and out... in and out, while she teased her own nipples through the
sheer bra. Her brightly painted lips parted and she let out a small moan of pleasure as the
cock drove her higher... higher... higher...

Finally, she came. A wave of pleasure rolled over and throu
long days and hours of humiliation and suffering. She felt warm and.



Instead of the warm, understanding lover of her dreams, she saw herself, stretched half
naked on a bed, legs spread wide and a large, black dildo stuck halfway up her pussy, while
Tammy and the twins - Cindy with the camera - looked on and laughed.

"What's with the slut?" It was Lisa, who had just entered the room. "She gettin' off?"

And, for only the second time since she had been abducted from the pool party, Jennifer
began to cry in front of her captors...

Every night after that, Jennifer was required to put on a show for the sorority girls.
Usually with the black dildo, but sometimes with other objects such as bottles or flashlights.
Usually up her pussy, but not always. Many nights found her lying with her ankles chained up
around her ears, running the dildo in and out of her tightly stretched asshole.

She never came again, but soon became adept at faking sexual excitement. And the girls
didn't care. It was even more degrading when their captive's moans and grunts of pleasure
were entirely put on...

Still Tammy wanted more.

One night, she showed up in the bedroom with a new toy; a long, pink dildo strapped to her
crotch. First, she had Jennifer give her a blowjob. The older girl had balked at first, but she
soon found herself on her knees in front of the pudgy blonde, running her thick, pouty lips up
and down the plastic cock. "Tell me how much you love it," Tammy ordered, running the cattle
prod lightly along Jennifer's naked back.

"Mmmm..." Jennifer moaned obediently, "I love to suck cock. Give it to me. S-slide it into
my mouth..." The girls liked this, and forced her to continue, switching back and forth from
the 'bimbo' voice to the 'sex kitten' voice. Cindy took numerous pictures as Jennifer slaved
over the plastic cock, running her slender fingers up and down its spit glistening surface and
sucking it deep into her throat.

After a while, Tammy pushed Jennifer back down onto the bed and climbed on top. The other
girls laughed and clapped with amusement as the blonde ringleader spread Jennifer's legs and
began to fuck her with the dildo. Jennifer didn't resist - she didn't dare - but that was not
enough. Tammy wanted active participation. A few slaps and pinches later (and, inevitably,
the threat of the cattle prod), Jennifer was moaning and grunting like an experienced whore
as Tammy rammed the plastic dildo in and out of her pussy. Afterwards, the girls all had to
give it a try, each one insisting that Jennifer react as if overcome by lust. In this manner,
Jennifer was trained to fake an orgasm; going over it again and again until the girls agreed
that she had it right. Soon, despite the fact that the sex with the dildo gave her no pleasure at
all, Jennifer was bucking, moaning and screaming out orgasms like a porn star. Like the rest
of her slut behaviour, it became second nature to her.

But Tammy wanted more.

Anal sex.

The blonde girl had been forced to use the cattle prod for the third time when Jennifer
objected to being sodomized with the enormous phallus. As usual, it had proved an effective
tool: the next night found Jennifer sitting on Tammy's lap, riding the greased plastic dildo up
and down her anal passage. All the time mauling her own breasts, moaning and whining like it
was the best thing she had ever felt.

By this time, the girls were regularly filming these little training sessions. Jennifer didn't
object.

She didn't dare.

Finally, a little over two weeks later, Tammy and Kim decided that Jennifer was ready for
work. As a prelude, Tammy set up a 'coming out' party, inviting the boys from Phi Phi Phi to
witness the results of their hard work.

Mark was the first one to arrive. He was greeted at the door by a vastly changed Jennifer.
Not the clothing: she was still wearing the same polyester miniskirt, pink top and high heels
he had last seen her in at the pool party. That was the same. But everything else... it was like
night and day. This Jennifer - the one who opened the door - gazed up at him with wide,
adoring eyes. This Jennifer slowly ran her tongue over her thick, pouty lips before asking
him, in a deep, breathy voice: "Come in. Can Jennie take your coat?" (Even now, Jennifer
couldn't help but blush in helpless embarrassment at this final humiliation - Tammy had
decreed that she was no longer to refer to herself in the first person.) This Jennifer flounced
away, jacket in hand, with her hips swinging back in forth in an inviting fashion. This was not
the president of the Concerned Students for Political Correctness; this was one hot slut!

By the time the rest of the guys had arrived, Mark was comfortably seated on a large chair
in the common room. The new Jennifer - Jennie she was called now, Jennie Fucktoy - had
greeted each one of the guests individually - some with long, deep kisses - and was now busily
serving drinks. An oriental woman - must be Kim, he realized, remembering his
conversations with Tammy, from the club - was given a position of honour right at the front
of the room. Directly in front of the cleared area that would serve as a makeshift stage, she
would have the best view of the upcoming show.

Finally, everything was ready. Jennifer was led out of the room by the twins and Tammy
walked to the front of the impromptu stage and called loudly for attention.

"Ok everyone," she called out. "Listen up." The room quickly fell silent. "Tonight," she
stated in a mock announcer's voice, "it is my pleasure to present BCN's very own Campus
Boy-Toy; our very own sex bitch and pussy-sucker: Jennie Fucktoy!"

Lisa hit a switch, and the lights dimmed in the non-stage portion of the room while a slow,
raunchy blues number cranked up through a pair of old speakers behind the stage. After a few
moments, Jennifer appeared on stage.

The new Jennifer.

Standing in the doorway behind the common room, Jennifer felt like she was about to throw
up. She had considered trying to slip out the back, but Becky and Cindy were keeping a close
eye on her. And, of course, the threat of the cattle prod was a potent one. She was simply
unwilling to risk the cost of an unsuccessful attempt to escape.

"...Jennie Fucktoy!"

Tammy had finished her spiel. The music had started up.

Showtime.

Knowing she had no choice, Jennifer took a deep breath and walked onstage.

Mark hooted and hollered with the rest of them as Jennifer - no; Jennie Fucktoy - appeared
onstage. He couldn't believe that this was the same bitch who had given them so much grief on
campus over the last four years. This girl - this slut - walked slowly towards the front of the
stage; lips parted in an appealing pout; long, sleek legs moving in time with the bass; hips
swinging... It was amazing. Was this the same anal retentive Jennifer Watson who had crashed
his party a couple of weeks ago? He felt his cock harden as the bitch-slut on stage strutted her
stuff back and forth in time with the music...

Jennifer tried to ignore the cries and catcalls - the mad, leering faces - as she went
through the routine. She had been through it a hundred times before, but never with an
audience. She felt her hardened nipples (thirty seconds of rubbing had done it backstage) push
against the front of her thin, pink top as she strutted across the stage. Almost too late, she
remembered to lick her lips and smile at the audience...

The terrifying image of the cattle prod shot through her mind...

Unbelievable! This Jennie Fucktoy or whatever they called her was unfuckingbleievable.
What a babe! She was presently crouched down in the centre of the stage, legs spread and
pussy clearly visible between her thighs.

Mark reached down and began to stroke his cock.

Jennifer kept the technique of the strip tease in the forefront of her mind, trying to ignore
all else: straighten up, twirl and bend (wiggle your ass); unfasten the top while back is to the
audience (smile over your shoulder); drop top, turn, push breasts up, fondle (lick your lips
and smile); let tits go, wiggle back and forth to make them shake (moan and smile); reach
down and insert thumbs in waistband of miniskirt...

Tammy watched in satisfaction. It was going perfectly. The boys were going wild as Jennie
Fucktoy, now totally naked except for the pumps, stretched her legs and ran her hands up and
down the outside of her pussy. Tammy had wanted to take it farther, actually make her
masturbate herself with the black dildo, but Kim had turned down that idea: no penetration.

At least not in this state.

Finally, the show was over. The music faded and Jennie was left standing, naked and
glistening with sweat as the boys laughed and cheered. Tammy glanced over at Kim who had
quickly stood up. The woman nodded at Tammy and walked past the panting Jennie and into the
kitchen. Tammy walked on stage, grabbed the stunned Jennie by the arm, and dragged her,
stumbling in the pumps, back into the kitchen.

Kim had taken out a piece of paper and placed it on the table beside a pen. Still naked,
Jennifer stared blankly at the paper. What did they want her to do?

Then Tammy began to speak: "It's a contract," she explained. "Between you, me and
Pussywillows. For your job."

Confused, Jennifer glanced down at the paper. One particular phrase jumped out at her.
Three months. THREE MONTHS. She looked over at the girl who held her by the arm. "T-Three
months?" she asked, still speaking in the low breathy voice. "I... Jennie works three
months?"

"Bimbo voice," Tammy ordered.

Jennifer swallowed and repeated the question, this time in high, ditzy voice.

This time Tammy nodded. "That's right. After that, you'll have paid back the money we lost
for the pool."

It wasn't much, but Jennifer grasped firmly at that small bit of hope. There was an end in
sight.

A way out.

Three months...

Hand shaking, she reached down and picked up the pen. It was difficult to handle, as she was
still unused to the long, bright red nails that had been glued to her own fingernails, but she
managed to sign her name in a shaky scrawl. Tammy quickly grabbed the pen and signed her
own name. Kim, less anxiously, added her own name to the document.

The oriental woman smiled in satisfaction as she pocketed the pen. She looked over at
Tammy who was openly grinning. "Have her at the club by noon tomorrow." That said, she
turned and left the room.

Tammy turned to Jennie. "Well Jennie," she laughed. "You're all set. Just one more thing?"

Jennifer looked puzzled. What more could there possibly be?

Tammy gestured to the common room where the boys were still clapping and cheering.
"You've got an adoring audience to satisfy," she explained. Jennifer started to protest, but
Tammy just grabbed the older girl's face and dragged it closer. "And," she continued, "if I hear
of one complaint - just one guy who thinks that you aren't enjoying the gang banging you're
about to get - you'll spend the night with the cattle prod turned on to full power and stuffed up
your cunt. Do you understand?"

Jennifer nodded. What else could she do?

Laughing, Tammy jerked her around and shoved the hapless girl back into the common
room. The cheering rose to new heights...

END PART III

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Part 4

PARKER7.TXT -- 4/4

POOL PARTY IV
By Parker
an210088@anon.penet.fi

WARNING: This story not only contains rather a good deal of non-consensual
sexual activity, it actively features it. If you don't want to read about such things, stop
now.

This is the forth part of a four part story.

Copyright 1994 by me (Parker). Feel free to distribute (unaltered of
course), but be discrete.


=================================================================

Kim Loo watched in satisfaction as her newest employee looked around, slightly confused, at
the murky inside of the club. She didn't look happy. And why should she? Pussywillows wasn't
much to look at during the day: the florescent work lights highlighted the same seediness that
lent the nightclub a sense of attractive danger when the lights were low. And besides, with the
attractions featured up on the catwalk, who noticed cheap formica tables and cracked, fake
leather seats?

Kim loved her job.

Particularly at moments like these, when some stuckup rich young college bitch - the kind
of bitch who had treated her and her family like shit all her life - began her career as an
'exotic dancer'. Most of them came more or less willingly, needing money - often for drugs -
or just being attracted to the 'glamorous' lifestyle. Indeed, there were plenty of girls around
willing to strip - or whatever - if the price was right. A situation like this, however, with a
girl like Jennifer, that was the best.

Kim well remembered the events of the previous summer - the picketing; the chanting
students; the publicity... The chance to pay back the leader of that particular episode was not
one to be missed. The possibilities...

Well.

Kim Loo straightened up and carefully wiped her face clean of expression. It wouldn't do to
let the girls see her true emotions; it would weaken her control over them if they realized
that the 'dragon lady' had feelings and emotions just like they did. What would happen would
happen.

"Here she is," Tammy announced.

The blonde girl was leading her unresisting captive by the arm while her three confederates
trailed along behind. In her other hand, held flat against her leg, was the cattle prod. Needless
to say, Jennifer had been well behaved on the trip over from Bakersville. The four girls had
taken turns getting their pussies eaten out in the back of the car.

"Signed, sealed and delivered." The short blonde girl gave a shove, sending Jennifer
stumbling forward. She was dressed in her by now usual slutware: tight black skirt, thin top,
four inch heels and overdone makeup.

She looked frightened.

Perfect.

"Good," Kim Loo said, emotionless as ever. "We will take her from here." She gestured to
another girl who had just entered the club. "Sue," she ordered. "This is the new girl. Jennie.
Show her around and get her ready." Sue, a statuesque blonde girl, gestured for Jennifer to
follow, but before Jennifer could obey, Kim grabbed her tightly by her teased-up black hair
and jerked her face around.

"What do you say?" the oriental woman asked, voice calm.

Jennifer trembled for a moment, but then realized what was required of her. "T-thank you
Ms Loo," she answered, still in the low, sexy voice the girls had forced on her. The trainer
nodded in satisfaction and released Jennifer's hair. Sue, smirking, walked away and Jennifer
followed. Kim was pleased to note that the girl swung her hips widely back and forth in a sexy
manner as she walked. These girls had done some good work. Nevertheless...

"Is there anything more?" she asked, turning back to Tammy.

"Uhmm..." The blonde girl seemed momentarily at a loss. "The... uh, money..."

"You will pick her up on Sunday morning and return her on Tuesday morning," Kim stated
evenly. "That was the deal. Her earnings each week will be waiting with her on Sunday. In
cash."

Tammy nodded. "Fine," she said, backing away. "But you don't mind if we drop by just to...
watch." Tammy blushed slightly at this last statement.

Inwardly, Kim sneered. "You may come whenever you wish," she answered, her tone
revealing nothing of the contempt she felt for these girls. She would like nothing better than to
get control of all of them... but, she had to be realistic.

Jennifer was enough.

For now.

As it happened, Susan Jacobs actually knew Jennifer. Not well, but they had been classmates
in their first year at BCN. Beyond that, however, they had nothing in common. Jennifer's
family was rich, whereas Sue, a tall blonde girl with large, bouncing tits, had come from a
poor family. In fact, she had at first drifted into exotic dancing as a way of earning extra
money to help her through school. It had been so easy in the beginning: a stag here, an out of
town convention there... everything had gone well until she had made the mistake of working a
bachelor party at which a fellow student attended. Word quickly got around, and before long
her life at the college was made a misery of pinches, slaps, feels, sly looks and innuendo. By
the end of her first year at BCN, she was generally regarded with contempt by the other
students, ignored and ridiculed by the girls and treated like a whore in open season by the
guys.

She didn't return for a second year.

The full time stripping just followed naturally afterwards. She wouldn't return home to
admit defeat. Working in hamburger joints just didn't pay.

So what else was there?

Deep down, however, Sue felt a sick sort of contempt for herself and the life she had chosen.
A contempt she knew would be shared by her friends and family back home if they were ever
to find out how low she'd sunk. The only excuse she had - the only reason she could live with
herself and what she had become - was her family's poverty. She made the best money she
could, and every week sent some of it home to her family. And that was why, when faced with
what she believed to be a rich slut like Jennifer who didn't have to strip for a living but
instead chose to do it, Sue quickly felt a deep and abiding hatred.

"This is the change room," she explained roughly. "We do six routines a night. All changes
will be done here."

The rich slut nodded.

Bitch.

Silently, Sue stalked down the short hallway to the stage entrance. "This is the catwalk
where you'll do the show." She shoved open the door and walked onstage. Jennifer followed. The
catwalk was a long, thin stage with a row of footlights around its perimeter. A shiny metal
pole ran from the floor in the centre of the stage to a slot in the ceiling.

Sue gestured to the rest of the club. "Between routines," she said, "you'll be expected to
'mingle' with the customers."

Jennifer looked puzzled. "Mingle?" she asked, in her low sexy voice.

Sue sneered. As if the slut didn't know. "Yeah," she grunted in response. "Mingle. You know:
be friendly."

Jennifer started to say something else, but before she could figure out how to articulate it
in words of less than two syllables, the other girl had started to walk away. Jennifer tried to
frown, but it came out more of a pout as a result of the way her face was made up. Sighing
prettily, she flounced after her guide, just as she had been trained to do. The tall blonde led
her through a opening at the back of the club and into a short hallway with a series of doors.
She walked to the last one on the left and opened it.

"This is where you'll be sleeping during the week," she announced. "When you're not..."

Jennifer, looking around at the small, dingy room (really nothing more than a large closet
with a bed), stopped listening as the other girl droned on. She felt like she was about to cry.
The clothes... the club... she had to get out of here!

"...tonight at nine."

Sue stopped speaking and looked over at the new girl. "Do you understand?"

Jennifer, interrupted from her thoughts of escape, quickly nodded. One lesson she had
learned well over the last few weeks was that she must always to agree with whatever anybody
said about anything.

Just smile prettily and nod.

Sue wasn't impressed. She just grunted and left the room. Alone for the first time in hours,
Jennifer sank down onto the bed to relieve the pressure on her feet. She had become somewhat
proficient in getting around on the high heels, but her feet always ached.

'I've got to get out of here,' she told herself.

*****

If there was one thing Butch Haskall knew well (by no means a certainty), it was strip
joints. And strippers. Or, as he and his friends at the meat packing plant called them, peelers.
And this new girl - Jennie Fucktoy she called herself - was one the best. He had sat spellbound
through her first two shows, bleary eyes wide and staring under a lank of thin, greasy hair,
watching appreciatively as she strutted her stuff in front of his appreciative eyes.

Talk about new talent!

This babe was loaded with it.

He had been disappointed when she hadn't appeared out in the club after the first show, but
he hadn't given up hope. The other girls came out, so he figured she would too. Sure enough,
his vigilance paid off soon after her second routine. There she was, face and upper chest still
covered with a faint sheen of perspiration as she walked slowly out of the dressing room door.

Butch was there before she had taken two steps.

She had been surprised.

It hadn't been nearly as bad as she had expected. Humiliating, yes, but not as much as the
strip tease she had been forced to perform at the sorority house. Here, no one knew her. She
was anonymous. And the overdone slut makeup, so humiliating and degrading, had acted as a
kind of mask. Those laughing, jeering men in the audience... they never really saw her. She
was just a thing, a piece of meat, fuel to light the guttering torch of their fantasies. On stage,
with the footlights creating a mere lurching silhouette of the beer swilling crowd, she could
imagine herself above it all.

Pure.

Distant.

Untouchable.

"I'm Butch," came a gravely voice from directly in front of her. Startled from her thoughts,
Jennifer looked up to see a fat, thick-lipped man in a dirty jean jacket and baseball cap.

"Uhh..."

Mingle?

"I sure like your show," he drawled, face creased by a wide, gap-toothed grin. "Your tits
are real nice."

"Uhmm... thanks." Jennifer fought to maintain a friendly smile on her face. Kim had made it
clear what would happen if there were any complaints about her.

If possible, the man's grin grew even wider.

"Buy you a drink?" he asked.

"Uhmm... thanks."

Butch felt a wave of sheer lust surge through his body at the sound of her voice. So deep
and... and sexy. By god, she sounded like she needed a good fucking right here and now. Still,
first things first.

"Buy you a drink?" he asked.

"I'd love that," she answered.

Slowly, Jennifer was gaining confidence. She seemed to be in control. This asshole was so
much in lust with her he'd probably do almost anything just to get her to sit with him.

What a jerk. Maybe this wasn't going to be as difficult as she'd thought.

Kim wandered back into the club. She'd stayed to catch Jennifer's first show - not bad for a
beginner, but there had been a few things that could be improved upon - and had then left for
dinner. She looked around the club, and her gaze immediately fell upon the table where
Jennifer sat with some fat geek in a baseball cap.

Oh yes!

Try as she might, Kim was unable to keep the smile from her lips as she approached the
table. Time to tell the girl about the other part of her job.

Jennifer started slightly as Kim appeared beside the table.

"Good evening," the oriental greeted Butch, "I'm the manager of this club. Are you having a
good time?"

Butch nodded his head rapidly up and down. Was he ever!

Kim gestured at Jennifer. "Do you like her?"

"Yes ma'am," came the answer. "I surely do."

"Well... she's quite the little slut," Kim said, in a normal tone of voice. "Aren't you dear?"

Jennifer swallowed and fought down a cold wave of fear. "Yes Ms Loo," she answered, "I am
a... a slut." Kim just stared in silence. Jennifer almost bolted in panic. What had she... Oh.
"Jennie," she corrected herself, overdoing the sexy voice to make up for her lapse, "is a slut.
A hot little s-slut." Sick to her stomach, she looked over at Butch who was staring at her with
his mouth wide open.

"And how would Jennie like to fuck the nice man here?" Kim asked. Jennifer felt her heart
start pounding like it was going to burst out of her chest.

A whore.

She was being turned into a whore!

She felt an intense wave of hatred at the thought of what those girls had done to her. When
she got out of here...

No.

"Oh yes," she answered, giggling slightly. "I'd like that a lot."

Kim turned to Butch. "Normally," she said, "I charge a hundred for her. But just for
tonight, you can have her for twenty. Is that satisfactory?"

Once again, Butch's head almost popped off from nodding so hard. The fat man reached into
the pocket of his greasy jean jacket and pulled out a crumpled twenty dollar bill. Kim took his
money and then herded the two of them to Jennie's workroom, with its dingy little bed.

"Be quick now," she called after them as she closed the door, "she had to be back onstage in
fifteen minutes."

From the catwalk where she pushed her greased and shining tits together for the pleasure of
the cheering onlookers, Sue Jacobs saw Jennifer disappear through the door with Butch.

'Slut,' she thought, spreading her legs and rubbing her pussy up and down against the metal
pole. Most girls didn't start turning tricks for at least a couple of months.

In the little bedroom, Jennifer's training once again came in handy as Butch trailed a thin
line of drool down onto her chest while he pumped his thick, greasy cock in and out of her
pussy. She'd managed to spend a few second rubbing her clit - while Butch watched, eyes wide
- before the actual sex, so it wasn't as painful as it might have been. Still, the bucking and
grinding... the moans of lust... the panting... the lips- slightly-parted-tongue-poking-out look
of lust as he mauled her tits and rammed his cock in and out of her...

It was all training.

Kim had been certain that he wouldn't last long, and she was not proved wrong. Within ten
minutes, Butch stumbled out of the little room and staggered off towards the bar, no doubt to
do a little bragging. Well... let him. It wasn't every day a greaseball like him got to fuck a high
class whore like Jennifer.

Kim entered the little room to find Jennifer sobbing on the bed. Mercilessly, she reached
down and slapped the girl sternly across the face. "You're on stage in five minutes," she stated
angrily. "Get ready."

Flushing red, Jennifer stumbled to her feet and scampered out of the room.

Onstage a few minutes later, Jennifer no longer felt quite so distant. Quite so untouchable.
She now knew that the men out there were not just passive observers; they had the right to
buy her and use her as they wished. She was up there on stage not for entertainment, but as an
advertisement.

She was a whore!

And, if she there had ever been the possibility of her somehow forgetting that fact, the loud
cheer that went up when - after she had removed her shiny g-string and was crouched with
her legs spread wide - a thin, cold trickle of sperm dribbled out of her pussy and trickled
down her leg taught her otherwise.

She fought to hold back the tears.

Standing beside the bar, Kim smiled at the watcher's reaction as the glistening trail of
sperm trickled out of Jennifer's spread pussy. Between that and Butch's talking at the bar, she
had no doubt that Jennifer would turn out to be a very busy, and profitable girl.

And on her first night, too.

*****

The interior of the club seemed dark and menacing in the soft red glow of the exit light.
Jennifer didn't mind, though. Tonight, the darkness was her friend. After three nights in this
hellhole - three nights of being forced to parade herself onstage like some kind of cheap slut,
and then endure in apparent enthusiasm the endless stream of cocks - Jennifer was finally
escaping. During the course of the evening, she had managed to leave a half-chewed piece of
gum (Kim now had her chewing gum constantly; she said it enhanced the 'slut' image as well as
strengthened her jaw muscles and helped cover the 'sperm breath' from swallowing so much
cum) into the doorlatch, preventing it from closing properly. Once out, she could go to the
police and...

"Going somewhere?"

Jennifer started. Who was it?

A figure moved slowly out of the shadows.

"Sue?" Jennifer no longer realized that she was talking in the low, sexy voice. It had
become a habit. "What..."

Sue smiled nastily. "I saw the little manoeuvre with the gum," she said quietly. "Figured
you'd be trying to get out."

Jennifer trembled. She knew the blonde girl hated her, although she didn't know why. If Sue
gave the alarm...

"Now," the tall stripper continued, "I've no problem with you leaving. In fact, I'd prefer it.
But I'd like a little favour first."

"F-favour?"

"Yeah." Sue stepped a little closer. "All my life I've been treated like shit by rich bitches
like you. Now the shoe's on the other foot. You do what I say, or I'll make sure you never get
out."

Jennifer trembled. "What do you want?"

"Your lovely little slut's mouth and tongue," came the answer. "In my pussy for starters...
and then in my ass." "S-sue..." Jennifer started to whine, but the other girl was firm.

"That's right," Sue repeated. "The only way you get out of here tonight is to eat me out, front
and back."

She had no choice.

Shaking with fear, Jennifer fell to her knees in from of the tall blonde. Sue was naked
underneath her thin, cotton dressing gown, so it was a simple matter to part the cloth and
nuzzle her mouth into the girl's already wet pussy. Within moments, Jennifer's by now
experienced tongue was hard at work, licking and slurping busily. After her two weeks of
daily pussy lapping at the sorority, the smell and taste no longer bothered Jennifer. She didn't
like it - in fact, she hated it - but it was by no means as repulsive as is had been the first
time.

Sue moaned as Jennifer's experienced tongue did its work. Involuntarily, the blonde girl
grasped the back of the kneeling girl's head, and jerked her face harder and harder into her
sopping pussy. Jennifer gasped for breath, but continued licking. The sooner Sue came, the
sooner she could go.

"Tell me how much you like it," Sue moaned.

"Mmmmm..." By now, Jennifer was able to moan and recite her lust without missing a lap
of the tongue. "I love your pussy... I love to suck..."

"Bimbo voice," Sue ordered.

Obediently, Jennifer giggled, tongue still buried deep in the other girl's pussy. "Tastes
good," she said in her high pitched bimbo voice. "Nice pussy..."

Sue came... and came... and came...

Finally, just when it seemed like the orgasm would never end, Sue shuddered one last time
and opened her eyes. "Geez Jennie," she whispered, "you know your way around a girl's
pussy."

Jennifer blushed with shame, but it wasn't visible in the darkness. She started to climb to
her feet, but Sue grabbed her shoulder and held her down. "Don't forget the second part," she
warned.

Jennifer sank back to her knees, head hanging with humiliation. Things kept getting worse.
Still, it would be worth it if she could just get out of here. Sue would end up in jail with the
rest of them.

Oblivious to her impending incarceration, Sue turned and shoved her bare ass into
Jennifer's face. The kneeling girl tried to pull away, but Sue reached back and grabbed two
handfuls of black hair. "Get sucking ass licker," she ordered, pulling tightly on the other
girl's hair. Jennifer moaned with pain, but stuck her face inside Sue's ass crack and, gagging
slightly, began to lick. The smell was horrendous, but she resolutely forced her small, pink
tongue into the girl's anus and began sucking. Almost immediately, she felt a warm, soft object
slide out towards her face.

"Mmmmm...." She tried to pull away, to cry out, to do anything, but it was no use. The
blonde girl had her firmly by the hair. "That's right you little Fucktoy," Sue muttered,
squeezing her ass muscles. "Eat a little shit."

Jennifer had no choice. The soft, squishy turd was forced up against her face, lips and
finally between her half-clenched teeth. She gagged with revulsion at the taste, but couldn't
stop it. It was either swallow or choke. Another turd came out... and then another as she
thrashed away, trying frantically to remove her face from the other girl's ass. Sue just
laughed, holding the smaller girl's face in position until she had finished shitting.

Finally, it was over.

Sue released her hair, and she fell back onto the floor, face and mouth covered with shit.
Coughing and gasping, she crawled to her knees as Sue walked slowly away, quickly
disappearing into the shadows. She wiped desperately away at the filth with the back of her
hand, but seemed to succeed only in spreading it about her face.

"Jennie..."

Jennifer stopped wiping. It was Sue's voice coming from somewhere in the darkness. "You
did your part, but you know how I told you how I would let you go?"

Jennifer knelt in place, frozen in silent.

The lights clicked on.

"I lied."

Standing around her, in what had been impenetrable darkness, stood Kim... Lisa... Becky...
Cindy... and Tammy.

With the cattle prod. Face and hands covered with Sue's shit, Jennifer fell back onto the
floor and began to cry.

"Well," Tammy cooed, walking forward. "It looks like little Jennie shit-face has a lesson to
learn."

The crying girl closed her eyes as the buzzing cattle prod - surely set to full power -
slowly descended towards her...

*****

The next three months went by in a blur of dancing and fucking; dancing and sucking;
dancing... Kim had finally settled on the bimbo voice for the daytime and the slut voice for
night, and Jennie had all but forgotten what her normal voice sounded like. Each weekend, the
girls from the sorority showed up to collect their pussy slave take the small envelope
containing her weekly earnings. Each weekend would be spent servicing her four mistresses
in every way they wished. Sometimes, Mark and a few of the guys would come over, and
Jennifer would serve them too, showing off her newly developed fucking skills. Jennifer
never stopped hating it - hating it with a passion - but by the end of the first month, she was
almost looking forward to the weekend stays at the sorority house. As well as the her duties
and a stripper and whore, Sue had decided that she liked the idea of having her own little toilet
slave. Jennifer had quickly become intimately familiar with the inside of the other girl's
asshole, all thoughts of rebellion having been crushed by the final application of the cattle
prod.

After a while, Sue began feeling generous and started sharing Jennifer out among the other
girls at the club. Most mornings were spent servicing the other strippers, either their
pussies or - for a few of them - their asses.

Jennifer complained to Kim, but the oriental woman just laughed. "Saves money on toilet
paper," she said.

And that was that.

By the end of the three months - Jennifer had kept track by making small cuts in the side of
the cheap wooden dresser - Jennifer was so swollen with hatred and frustration that she felt
she would burst. The only thing that kept her going was the thought of what she would do when
the three month contract was up.


Finally, that day arrived.

Right on schedule, Tammy showed up as Jennifer waited expectantly in the daytime-empty
club. At Kim's insistence, she had even done herself up special - for the last time, she vowed.
Dressed in the same tight polyester miniskirt and revealing pink top in which she had begun
her new career, she waited impatiently to leave, her thick, red lips falling into their now
habitual pout as she chewed a thick wad of gum.

Tammy smiled when she saw Jennifer, but didn't say anything. Jennifer pouted back at her.
'Just wait,' she told herself.

The pudgy blonde girl walked over to the table where Kim was sitting. She pulled a piece of
paper - the contract - from her purse and placed it down on the surface in front of the
oriental woman. Kim didn't say anything; she just took out a pen and signed.

Jennifer looked on, puzzled. What were they doing?

Tammy took the pen and then likewise signed.

Kim briefly read the paper and then nodded. "This is in order. We've bought out the option."
With these words she handed a thick envelope to Tammy. Tammy grinned down at her. "Should
you tell her?" she asked, "Or should I?"

Kim shrugged. "You tell her."

Jennifer had had enough. "Tell me what?" she burbled in an airheaded manner. "What's
going on? Jennie's finished here."

Sue, who had just entered the room, laughed.

"No," Tammy grinned at her. "You're not. Kim here just bought out the option on the
contract."

"Option?" The room seemed to spin and Jennifer thought she was going to faint. Sue walked
closer and grabber her by the elbow.

"Yes," Tammy explained gleefully, "The three months was a trial period. To see how they
liked you." She glanced down at Kim. "Evidently they like you a lot. They've signed you for the
full seven years."

Seven years. Jennifer tried to move away, but Sue's grip was iron.

"But you won't be bored," Tammy continued. "Pussywillows is a chain. They've got clubs all
across the country. You'll get to do all sorts of travelling." Still smiling, the pudgy blonde girl
walked slowly forward until she was standing right in front of the horrified Jennifer. "For the
next seven years," she said, articulating slowly and carefully, "you'll be stripping and
fucking your way from one side of America to another."

Her words finally began to sink in.

"Noooo..."

"Quite an opportunity, I'd say," Tammy joked.

"Tammy," Jennifer cried, "you can't..."

"Slut voice!" Tammy was suddenly stern. Immediately, Jennifer's voice deepened to a sexy
purr.

"Please," she breathed hoarsely, "don't leave Jennie..."

"Bimbo voice," Tammy said.

"Oh... don't leave me," Jennifer begged, voice high.

Tammy, however, ignored her pleadings. She turned and began walking away.

"Nooo... you can't... Please..."

"Oh." Tammy stopped and turned. "This comes with the deal," she said, tossing a slender,
metallic object to Kim. The oriental woman caught it without standing.

It was the cattle prod.

Jennifer began to cry and scream - strangely appealing in her new voice - but Kim just
gestured to Sue to take the crying girl backstage. Tammy's last view of Jennifer was of her
well rounded ass, tightly packed into the polyester miniskirt, swinging back and forth as the
tall blonde stripper led her, still crying, into a back room.

Outside, Tammy opened the door and sat down beside Lisa who occupied the driver's seat. The
twins were in the back. "Well girls," she laughed, riffling the money from the envelope,
"Time for another pool party."

THE END

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