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I, Candi bySZENSEI©

I, Candi Ch. 11: Candlelit Vigilante

As the candles in the room flickered so did Joe Palmer's heart.

Candi Palmer his daughter-in-law kissed him warmly, rolling her tongue inside his cheeks. He hadn't French kissed anyone in the last fifteen years since his wife Maggie died from cancer. The thought of her came flooding back. Guilt too had a precense.

Still, his daughter-in-law's sensual allure and touch had a massive hold on that empty spot in his soul.

Straddling his lap while sitting on the bed she did her best to maintain his gentleness. Not only were her lips warm and succulent but her palms caressed his scalp and neck. The sensations were hard to overlook. After a few minutes she led her hands down to his polo shirt and began to lift it up over his waist then eventually his chest. Arms moving to escape, Joe broke the kiss just long enough to whip the shirt over his head and fling it aside.

Immediately she dove back into his kisses as his hands rolled up and down her spine. Her 34D tits pressed hard against his hairy chest and he could feel her nipples stabbing him. His left hand moved up her neckline and onto the back of her head to grip it tenderly to fuel her passion.

Her own hands trailed her nails along his shoulders and upper back. Finally, she gasped from the attention and mumbled, "Damian!" Hearing this made Joe hesitate and breath in reality.

"I can't do this, Candi. I love my son. I love you, his wife. I've gone farther these last few weeks than I should have." Her hand immediately palms over his lips and she kisses his forehead. All he could do was stare deeply into her big blue eyes and he began melting. The temptation was intense but his guilt consumed him.

Finally she nudges him back to lay on the mattress giving her the freedom to kiss his chest and neck. He merely gazed up at the ceiling until the sensations forced his eyelids shut. He gave up as she took control and continued her probing kisses down his torso and over his abs. Toiling there her fingers unbuckled his belt and unfastened his khaki's. Seconds later she had her hand down his underwear and was stroking his meaty cock.

Growling under his breath he allowed her to step off of him and escort his pants and boxers from his body.

Kneeling on the floor beside the bed she immediately forced her upper body between his legs until her tongue was rolling up his ballsack clear until it reached the foreskin of his crown. Time and time again she pelted his sack with her saliva. Nibbling and pulling at it gently. Sucking it's fullness. Her eyes daring him not to blink as hers were defying logic.

Joe grit his teeth and hissed, "Dammit, Candi!"

That was when she leapt higher to engulf his cock into her mouth and began swallowing his cock deeply. Moving up and down feverishly allowing moments away to return to licking his scrotum. The bulging ball sack mesmerized her.

He recalled the first time she had done this, in his car outside the strip club in St. Louis. Then, the second time when she took both his cock and his youngest son Kevin's dicks into her mouth at the same time. This much he definitely enjoyed. It was what was coming that he dreaded.

After warm sighs pelted his pubic region her fever was growing. She finally halted her enchantment and crawled up over him to straddle his cock. Her hand reached under and aligned it perfectly before she sat down on him. Warm wet rhythm's gyrated over Joe. His eyes fluttered to look up at her propped over him. Eye's met and stared passionately.

He could tell she was focusing her mind on Damian. This helped his regret. At least this wasn't about Joe himself he thought. Yet, it was impossible to let himself envision Maggie.

Instead he pulled her down and began kissing her again. This led him to begin thrusting up into her to compensate taking away her freedom to ride.

She moaned softly into his mouth as he was succumbing to his own hostile takeover. Long moments they softly frolicked. He then released her and nudged her to sit up. He wanted to watch her ride him.

She stared at Joe intently as she arched her hips and thighs up and down. He enjoyed her glow in the candlelight.

Watching her tits bounce and jiggle was a sight to behold. So perfect. So well poised. So delicious he thought as his fingers reached up to squeeze them in his massive hands. Finally, he pulled himself up with her still in his lap and he began sucking on her nipples one after another. Her hands roamed the back of his scalp telling him how much she approved. Scalding exhales ventured over his shoulders.

She whimpered her adoration as Joe decided to give up completely.

Lifting her 110 pound form as if nothing, with his dick still inside her he stands up. Turning around to gently cradle her back and neck in his hands. Kissing her again he slowly lays her on her back and begins to fuck her tenderly in the missionary position.

She stared intently into his eyes without blinking. Each time his crown pulled out of her pussy then plunged back in her gaze brightened up. She was in love with his approach. The perfect friction on her G-spot excited her every nerve.

"Oh,Damian. It's been so long. I've missed this so badly."

This time Joe palms her mouth and looks down at her with a creased brow.

"Candi? Back to reality. This is Joe making love to you. Now shut the hell up and start showing ME how good I make you feel."

She nods under his hand as he removes it.

"I know it's you, Joe. Believe me I do. Your every move is how Damian treats me. The way you penetrate me is identical. Don't stop, Joe. I need your love."

"I do love you, you little minx. Now shut the fuck up and kiss me."

She trembles and melts back into his embrace letting him continue his talented thrusts. Each time he entered her she whined into his mouth. Moans escalated between kisses. She was nearing an orgasm but did her best to resist. She wanted Joe to cum with her.

He himself was brewing up for a meltdown yet fed off of her emotion. Intensity rose minute after feverish minute.

She gasps, "Joe. I'm going to cum. Enjoy it with me. Please!"

"Right behind you, Kid. Lead the way." He uttered breathlessly.

His thrusts stepped it up a notch as he crawled to his knees over her and forced her hips higher. Her ankles held over her body as if earrings so that he could literally pound staight down into her. This stance caused her to cry out with window shaking brilliance.

"JOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

He concured and detonated deep into her pussy and kept pounding until her body convulsed beneath him. Finally spent he collapsed into her embrace and lay there lifelessly. Neither could move, merely tremble and sigh.

After taking five Joe rolled over on to his back and laid there staring at the ceiling. Candi rolled over and spooned with him tickling his chest hair with her nails and teasing his shin with her toes.

"Thank you, Joe."

He remained quiet as guilt returned. She noted his response and kissed his cheek, "Please don't feel this way. Damian gave his blessing, Joe. You're the next best thing to him being here. I adore you. Please don't turn away from me."

He shakes his head, "I'm not turning my back on you, Kiddo. I needed that."

She caresses his cheek and whispers, "Make love to me more often. Just until Damian comes home for good. I need you, Joe."

"Asking a lot there, Candi. Seems to me my son plans to keep you so busy you might be too sore for me to enjoy."

She giggles, "Possibly! I think I could tolerate you though. After all I just got gangbanged a mere two hours ago. I'm still here. Not sore at all."

He frowns, "I hope that gangbanging thing isn't a habit. Could ruin everyones lives there."

"I know." After a moment to ponder she rests up on her left elbow and plants her right hand over his heart, "OH! So you know Damian and my boss Mark are working out a new job for me?"

He scowls and rolls his eyes, "My boy's lost it. What I want to know is where he's getting the money for all these extras."

"I was wondering that myself. I just hope he's not doing anything illegal over there."

Joe squints in thought, "If he's that stupid to leave you behind while he gets court martialed over something hairbrained it's his own fault."

She nods and pats his chest then eyes his cock with a raised eyebrow, "I guess that might mean you make love to me until he gets out of prison then doesn't it?"

Joe chuckles, "I hadn't thought of that. I suppose we cross that bridge when we get to it."

Her hand glides down his abs and grips his cock again, "I'm still needy, Joe. Fuck me until you go to work?"

He sighs looking over at her bedside clock, "Only three hours until I have to get up anyway. Why not. I'm winded and old. You ride the horse."

She giggles, "My pleasure, Daddy."

"Daddy? I like that."

"Then, that's what I call you from here on."

Candace crawls over him and slips back into the saddle. This time she would ride until the sun rose.

Giddy up!

I, Candi Ch. 12: Plan Be

Yawning vividly, Candi Palmer outstretched her arms to increase their circulation. After a good nights sleep she felt refreshed. She had taken four days off after her gangbang with the Condors and the Huskies. This gave her a chance to recuperate from her maddening workout.

Between the two football teams and her Father-in-Law's sudden appearance that same night to clean her up she needed the time off. That gave her sufficient time to send Damian all of her videotaped footage. She hoped that he found it appealing. A letter back would make her morning.

Hopping out of bed she stretched dramatically and put on a pair of fuzzy slippers shaped like a cat. Nothing else was worn. She rather enjoyed being naked more often these days. She was becoming more confident in her body. As if she needed to feel insecure. She had a hard body and perfectly balanced 34D tits. No sag what so ever. Youth does that.

Prowling to the bathroom first to relieve her bladder she washes her hands and scurries downstairs.

It took less than a few minutes to fire up her laptop and enter her e-mail. Sure enough Damian had gifted her with a letter. Giddy, she opened the mail and settled back on to her sectional sofa.

The letter began with, "INCREDIBLE!!!!!" in big bold letters, then led into, "Hey Beautiful! I think I've managed to watch every video you have made so far. All I have to say can be heard an ocean away. Whistles and applause! That gangbang wasn't quite what I ordered up, but regardless it was Hot as Hell. I think you're becoming quite the slut over there."

She stops reading to brightly gleam her pearly whites, "Thanks to you my ever so demanding Hubby. I never wanted to be a slut. Nympho yes! Slut to the world's eyes, No! But, I am what you want me to be. So, Slut I am!"

Returning her thoughts to the letter Damian continues, "Mark messaged me to let me know that his building additions are going as planned. Won't be long and you can practice all that Massage Therapy you went to school for and dropped out. LOL"

She frowns at his banter knowing that she had wasted his money when she did. She would make up for it soon enough.

"Just to let you know I have a Security company coming in this week to install cameras in every room of our house." She immediately dropped her jaw. "From this week on I will know every dirty deed you perform. If I once spot you overly dressed you can bet on repercussions."

"As I told you before, there will be lots of changes in your life. These are only the beginning. The camera's will be linked to Mark's new office which as you know should be finished by week's end. Well hidden and only known by He and I. His Father Earl will have his own office so there won't be any questions. He can show you the system once it's installed. Dad knows what my plans are. He may not approve but he knows that this is our lives. Not his! Once he comes to grips with who I am now on the inside then he will embrace it. All in good time."

As Candi read the letter she heard a shrill ping telling her that she had just gotten mail. A quick glance to the bottom right hand corner of her monitor she realized that it was her stripper friend in St. Louis, Kody or better known as she would find out in the mail, Cordelia Rhodes. She overlooked the mail for now. This was Damian's time.

"I want you and Mark to discuss your wardrobe at the gym. As long as Earl doesn't get bent out of shape I want you in nothing more than a bikini or something athletically sexy. Mark told me he would let you get away with as little as possible clothing wise. If the members get offended that's when Mark can enforce you wear more. You might need to convince Earl that you might brighten that gym up a little. LOL."

She giggles at that comment, "Yea, right! Earl's the biggest old pervert out there. But, if push comes to shove I'll find handy ways to change his mind." She chuckled at herself shaking her hand like she was giving a hand job. Then, just as quickly she frowned, "Ewww! Earl's like 70."

His letter continues with, "Buy more skimpy clothing as needed. Also, I want you to find more and more ways to give me equally as exciting video's as you've been sending. Get more and more creative. Another trip to that strip club might be a good start. See if Dad will take you back there."

Candi grins sheepishly at the thought then quickly recalls the e-mail earlier, "Hmmm!" Downsizing Damian's letter she locates the "Cordelia Rhodes mail and opens it.

"Hey Fluffy. It's Kody from the club. When are you coming back? You can't begin to imagine how many of our regulars are asking for you. I sat down with our Owner "Pony" after he heard from the bouncers and other strippers how good you were. Business here needs a jump start. You could be the answer, Sweetheart. Any chance you can come back?"

Candi sits amazed by the timing of her letter.

"Here's my cell number Kritter. If there's anything I can do to help let me know. 618-555-6968. Bring that sexy Father-in-law back with you. I might give him a lap dance. Peace, Fluff." Candi nods to herself as she returns to Damian's letter.

The remainder of Damian's letter is purely rave revues and expectations. She types back her reply, "Yes Sir! I just got an e-mail from that stripper Kodi. I'll enquire about dancing again. I won't fail you my loving Master."

Sealed with a kiss she sends off her mail. Just as swiftly she returns to Kody's e-mail and locates her cell number. A swift journey to get her cell from its charger she punches in her number and waits for the other side to answer.

"Hello? This is Cordelia. Who is ya?"

"Kody? It's Fluffy. I mean Candi. Hi!"

In awe Kody's voice brightens up, "Damn Kritter. You must have been online when I sent my letter. How have you been?"

"Great! I was just talking with my Husband about a return visit. Small world. I would love that. But, I have conditions that need met or my Husband will say no."

Kody pauses. Candi could tell that the girl was smoking. "Run those conditions by me. I'll talk to Pony. He's in his office in back."

Candi raises an eyebrow, "You're at work this early?"

"Yeah! I help set up the bar. Seriously, run it by me."

"Okay! I need to go way bolder than I did last time. The bouncer's can't stop me or I'll have to decline."

"Bolder? As in?"

"Totally nude. I have to be allowed to touch myself and let others touch me. I have to be able to leave the stage and work the crowd. I must be able to videotape every move I make. "

"Slow down, Kritter! So far so good if it's planned out right. Pony kicks back the local Cops to stay away. Last time you were here it was necessary to learn who you were. That you weren't a risk to the club. I'm pretty sure Pony will agree if it ups his business. Might need to mentally promote your return to the big spenders." She chuckles.

"Sounds good! I must be able to dance until I feel I'm done for the night. 2 songs or 20. Whichever. If I want to use a vibrator and cum for the crowd Pony must let me."

Kodi sighs, "Wow! You're turning me on."

Candi smiles vividly, "I've never been with a woman. Want to play with each other for the crowd?"

She could hear Kody's hesitation, "Crazy! Might as well have an orgy."

"Is that a No?"

Kody holds her breath and exhales smoke, "I'll consider it. I'm not Bi! But, I might make this one exception."

"Pony can't renege on anything I want to achieve. I'll leave it up to him how he deals with his crowd. But, unless I'm being hurt I don't want him or his bouncers to interfere. Let the crowd enjoy me."

"Sounds to me like you have one crazy Husband. To let you do all that."

"I love pleasing my man." Candi prides herself.

"Anything else I can jot down on my napkin?"

"Yes. I need to be able to get the crowd involved. If the men are willing I want control over their dicks. That means hand jobs. Blowjobs if I feel comfortable. And possibly letting them stick it inside me just for the show of it. No condoms then no penetration though. If they're unclean I'll back off. Men can use a dildo on me. Can you get Pony to allow this?"

"Sweetie, what you want is dangerous."

"I'll bring my own bodyguards."

"Okay, let me call you back I'll go talk to Pony now."

"I'll be here getting ready for a jog. I have to go talk to my employer too."

"Give me 30 minutes?"

"You're the best, Kody." She giggles, "Hey what's all this Cordelia business?"

Kody groans, "My parents were stoners. Don't ask."

Laughter finishes their conversation.

In the meanwhile Candi jumps into a quick wake up shower and dries off.

Scouring her outfits for her jog she chooses a yellow string bikini top that barely covered her bulging breasts and super tight white stretchy shorts. Donning them she admires herself in the mirror to note her nipples stabbing through the bikini top. Her shorts were gently transparent due to her tan. Perfect she thought.

Pinning her hair back into a ponytail she finishes her attire with a Huskies ball cap. As she primped her cell rang. Picking up she noted the number as Kody.

"What's the good word?"

"Hey Fluffy. Pony's here beside me he wants to talk to you."

"Sure. Put him on."

After a brief silence she hears a gruff voice, "So, you're the notorious Fluffy. I've heard good things about you. Some performance you gave for an amateur."

"I love to dance for my Husband. I like feeling sexy."

"Good to know. This is some list of demands here. Might be better to just make this a private party. Invitation only."

"More the merrier. I want all the attention on me during my dances. However I don't want to get your dancers mad at me either. It's just very important that I succeed in pleasing my Husband over in Iraq. Can you accept my demands if I give you any money I make from the crowd? I don't want money from this because I'm not a prostitute."

"Interesting proposal. So you essentially want fucked on stage in my club?"

"By you if you're brave enough. I'll agree to that."

"My,my my! What a tempting offer. Bet you didn't know I've been in a couple dozen pornos in my time. I'm far from afraid."

"Wear a condom and my holes are yours. Just let me do anything I desire without so much as a negative resistance."

"When do you want to do this?"

"Give me two weeks to gather my entourage of bodyguards and cameraman. I'll call Kody and name a few windows for you to plan. Deal?"

"Deal!"

"Awesomeness! Can't wait to ride you, Pony. See you soon. Tell Kody I'm off for my jog. Bye for now."

Conversation over she trots down her staircase feeling her 34D's bouncing wildly in the bikini top. It takes her two minutes to don her shoes by the front door and dart out of her house.

Stepping from her wooden front porch and out into her front yard she stops long enough to stretch and loosen up before her jog. Noting the mid morning traffic as quiet and subdued. With a gentle huff she sprints out on to the sidewalk and heads toward the Gym that she works at.

A number of neighbors are spotted mowing their lawns and washing their cars. She notes a number of men watching her every jiggle and she cordially waves at each of them as she passes by. Luckily for her that school was in session and there were no kids out to observe her morning tease.

Impossible not to notice her she also found a number of appalled women who wished they were remotely as fit as Candi was. Stop signs were the best as She jogged in step while men stopped their cars. If they were alone she would either blow them a kiss or tug at her bikini top as if fanning herself against the brewing temperature.

She enjoyed her morning excursions immensely. It helped her self esteem to the breaking point of total confidence. She knew she was stunning. Why not flaunt it? Right? Right!

Her detour led her to run directly in front of the city firehouse. Outside were parked two big red fire engines that the on duty volunteers were washing. She greeted the four firefighters with a brilliant smile and a devilish squeeze of her tits. In her temptations one of the firemen whom she knew named "Rusty" used his hose to spray a long distance arch at her. She slowed up just long enough to let it sprinkle her and shiver. In turn Rusty motioned her over, "Hey! Come here Hotstuff."

She fanned herself and took a break to bend over and place her palms on her knees. Catching her breath she smiles, "Only have a minute. Gotta get to the gym. I haven't seen you there much lately. Give up on building those biceps?"

The forty something man curled his arm and chuckled, "Maybe I just need something prettier to lift." She in turn giggles and moves in to face him, "Trying to pick me up, Rusty?"

"Sure! How about a couple hundred repetitions with me?" They share a laugh as the other three men gather around her. She shares a glance with each of them as Rusty introduces, "Miles, Edgar, Felix? This here is the towel gal over at the gym. Candi Palmer."

"Hi Guys. Beautiful day to shine up those big red trucks."

Felix Ramirez grins sheepishly, "Grab a bucket and help us. Beautiful day to watch a Senorita suds up."

She puckers in thought. "Now that idea has possibilities. I might have to wax all four trucks up for you tomorrow if you're still out here. My day off tomorrow too."

"Miles" a lanky black man of his late twenty's nods, "Oh, We'll be here. Wearing the matching bikini bottoms tomorrow?" She winks at him, "Maybe less if you Gallant Warriors will help a girl out with a pet project."

Rusty holds his water hose to his side as he raises an eyebrow, "Less? You gonna wash our trucks and skinny dip at the same time?"

She pouts her lower lip, "If you can videotape me doing it, sure. It's for my Husband over in Iraq."

Miles perks up, "Awwww Hell! I'll bring my camera to work in the morning."

She pats her ass for them to see, "And, I'll bring my dental floss bikini. It's a date?"

Rusty shakes his head, "For the whole world to see? What if the cops see that. We lose our jobs and you go to jail."

Candi chuckles and rolls her eyes, "Been there, done that! Out of Jail free card. Don't stress it Rusty. Just have fun and go with it. By the way, did you notice the renovations out at the gym? I get my own massage parlor when it's finished. You four can be my first muscles."

In awe the four men mumble amongst themselves. She enjoyed their ideas. Finally, she leaned upward on her toes and kissed Rusty on the cheek then followed through with the same for each of the others.

"See you at say 9:00 AM?"

Their nods were answer enough.

Pounding the sidewalk once more her jog carried her past a Grocery Store and a few local Pubs. She grinned to herself that maybe she should risk going to a bar or two here in town. Who knows what she might manage to achieve for Damian's pleasure. Thought's for another day.

Nearing the Gym she slowed down noticing the number of cars outside. There were also Carpenter's working on the addition out back. Mark's Camaro was sitting right up front. Beside his Father Earl's Ford F-150. She hadn't spoken to Earl since he got home from vacationing in Aruba. She bit her lip wondering just how well he was going to take her attire. Earl was a perv some days but a business man at heart. That took priority.

Reaching the front doors she looks over across the lot to notice that two of the Four Horsemen were there working out. Rusty and Clarence.

Taking a deep breath she opens the door and enters the lobby. Her fellow employee "Rodney" was working the front counter. Once she entered he dropped his jaw at her bouncing chest under the yellow bikini top. She stuck her tongue out at him and walked right past his station.

Moving through the weight and cardio room she spots Clarence laying down and bench pressing barbell's. She grins evilly and eyes the other members to avoid being caught with her mischievous move.

Feeling safe she swiftly walks by and leans down to pinch his cock beneath his shorts. He nearly dropped his barbell as he looked at her with a moment of shock.

"You trying to kill me Girl?"

She kisses her palm then plants her hand on his lips.

"Sorry Manaconda! I need to ask you and Rusty something before any of us leave. Gotta talk to Mark and confront Earl first. Wait for me?"

"I'll be here!"

Rusty turned around from his leg press to greet a mimicked kiss by her palm and grunted, "Sexy top there."

She stops in her tracks to hop up and down twice to let her titties bounce. "Thanks! My wardrobe gets better if I can convince Earl that nobody will bitch. Defend me Guys."

Whirling on her heels she continues to the back offices just beyond the hot tubs and shower room.

At Mark's door she knocks on the threshold until the door opens. Mark swiftly opened the door to see her waiting. His eyes immediately went to her chest, "Oh, Dad's gonna have a coronary. Get in here before he comes inside."

She darts in past him as he shuts the door and returns to his swivel chair. "Ready to get back to work?"

She sits up on his desk and plants her hands on the edge of it. "Ready as I'll ever be. Have you had a chance to talk to your Dad?"

"A little! He was kind of pissed off about the new addition. When I showed him the blueprint of his new Office he shut up. I explained my reasons as wanting to boost our business by adding a Masseuse."

"Does he know it's Me?"

"Yes and No. When he found out you don't have a college degree he told me I was crazy. He doesn't see the changes in you. Remember, he knows the shy reserved girl who always wore frumpy clothes. Not you the Playboy bunny. I think you need to sit down and have a heart to heart with my Ole Man. Just be careful what you say. Don't let on just how much you really have changed."

"Ok. I can do that. When he comes back in I'll go to his office and get his permission. Wink wink!" Mark groans, "Careful I said."

She smiles, "Trust me, Pimp Daddy!"

He chuckles, "Might as well be."

She fidgets for a moment thinking about her words, "Mark? Where is Damian getting all of the money he's using to finance me? The Military has a base pay. He sends most of that to me for the House payment, utilities, food, etc."

He nods, "This addition is my money, Candi. He's going to be a Business partner once he gets back from overseas. Dad's planning on retiring at the end of the year. That will make things easier here."

"Yes, but this morning he wrote that he was having a Security Company come put in cameras all over our home. That must cost a fortune."

Mark puckers, "Now that is his money. I think he wants to know you're safe now that you have lots of company."

"I'm feeling like a real pornstar these days. All the cameras. I can't pick my nose without being watched." She giggles with a pinky up to her right nostril.

"Not my decision. I just monitor you. Send him the juicy stuff. Just enjoy life and forget those are there."

"I have no choice." She peers out the one way glass of Marks south wall. "Earl's coming in." She drops her feet to the floor standing up. "Wish me luck."

Opening his office door she steps out then glances back, "He seems chipper today."

Mark shrugs, "Piranha with gray hair. Go chat!"

Door closed she steps out into the walkway directly into Earl's sight. She instinctively crosses her arms over her chest. She knew her nipples were perky from the air conditioning. Earl spots her and stops in his tracks to raise his eyebrows.

"New uniform?"

She smiles, "It can be. Can I talk to you?"

The six foot 280 pound man nods, "My office."

"Lead the way, Boss." She bats her eyes.

Beyond Mark's outer office lay Earl's slightly larger domain. He opens his door and goes on in letting her follow. She closes the door behind her as he takes a seat in a big leather chair he had in the corner of his office for relaxation.

She fidgets as to where to stand then lifts her brows inquisitively, "Can I sit at your desk?"

He grunts eying her, "Naaaaaaaaa! Squirm and stand there. What's on your mind?"

She takes a deep breath, "A few things actually. First question might be, does my deciding to be more outgoing create friction for you? Mark seems okay."

Earl folds his arms and lifts his left hand to rub his chin, "Why the sudden change? First you were the Gym Librarian and now you look like the Life Guard from Hef's Grotto."

She snorts at his observation jest then lets her arms down and crosses them behind her back without thinking. This move bulged her chest out even more dramatically.

"Maybe, I just want to feel more like a woman. Not a bookworm. I'm trying to break my bad habits for Damian. I still get shy sometimes but it's fading fast. Does my bikini top and spandex shorts offend you?"

He frowns, "I wouldn't say it offends me. But, our Member's might find it a tad extreme. Especially the elderly women. Of course that's only three members. Trial run on what you're wearing today. The first negative I hear you change. Agreed?"

She hops in her step bouncing her chest without thinking, "Thank you, Earl." She stops and hesitates, "Can I occasionally wear the bikini bottoms too?"

He sighs heavily, "Like I said, the first negative I hear and you wear a hazmat suit. Understood?"

"YES!YES!YES! Thank you."

He leans forward slightly, "Now, what's this about you being a Masseuse?"

She nods with an innocent expression, "It's true I don't have a Physical Therapy degree but I only missed out by one semester. I suppose if it's a big issue I could find time to go back to school. I know what I'm doing though. It was Damian's idea and he approached Mark."

Earl stares at her with squinted eyes, "As long as no Health Board stops by to fine you. Us!"

"Well, it's just a relaxation no bone popping. I don't see a problem." He tilts his head from side to side, "I have a kink in my neck. Can you fix it?"

She releases her behind the back grip and slaps her palms together to create friction. "Care to move to your desk chair so I can stand behind you for a better grip?"

He puckers and looks at his current seating, "I'm comfortable! Let's see what you got."

She points a finger at him while winking, "You just want me in a mischievous angle. Okay, I'll bite."

In response she moves in toward him until she stood between his parted feet. Her upper torso was directly in his face as she reached around both of her hands to rub his neck.

He closed his eyes at her fingers kneading at his neckline as she watched him intently. Biting her lips she takes a deep breath, "Would it bother you if I sat in your lap while I'm doing this?"

His hands reached up to grip her hips and guided her down to rest her ass on his left knee.

"Does that feel better, Earl?"

"Strong grip you have there, Librarian. My shoulders could use a workout too. Do you mind?"

She grins, "You won't feel the full effect wearing that polo shirt. I'm okay with it if you want to take it off."

He chuckles gruffly, "Sure, why not." He then proceeds to pull the white polo over his head and rest it to his side.

She in response pulled his chest hair for laughs causing him to wince in surprise, "That's for calling me a Librarian. Now close your eyes and relax."

She bit her lower lip as he obeyed. Moving around on his lap she easily felt his crotch gaining girth. She kept mum about noticing it and attempted to concentrate on his shoulders. Fidgeting she groans, "This would be so much easier from behind you."

He hisses, "Improvise! I like my chair."

"Ohhhhhhh, Earl! Fine!"

She stands up and repositions to straddle his lap to face him as she sits as best as she could. Her chest crushed devilishly close to his nose and lips with each compression of her fingers on his shoulders. She mumbles under her breath, "There's no other way to do this, Earl. Try your best to behave."

He lays his face directly beneath her cleavage to feel each brush against both sides of his profile. She in turn sighs, "That's not behaving, Earl."

Rolling her eyes she feels his hands roll up her back. He offers her a returned massage as his fingers gently probed her shoulder blades. She exhales on his brow, " Who's massaging whom here? Not that your hands don't feel awesome."

"Just returning the favor." He fumbles as her breasts confine his audible intention.

"Fair enough. Lord knows I could use one myself. You do realize this feels extremely weird though? You are my Boss." She masks her true concern that this might get out of hand and upset Mark who did warn her to be careful.

Earl huffs between her tits, "Don't stop. I have some really sore muscles."

She again rolls her eyes and plays along, "I can tell. I feel a few knots. They're difficult to reach though. Your hands feel awesome by the way. I'm sure I have some knots too."

He chuckles to himself as he runs his fingers under her bikini strings time and time again loosening her top more and more. He told himself she was too naive to notice his devious plan.

She knew. She could feel the strings gradually coming untied.

"Are you certain my bikini top doesn't offend you, Earl?" She played along offering him her actress side.

"It's nothing I can't live with. Just keep working on my knots. I'll keep working on yours."

"If I said I was rather embarrassed right now would that go against my future as a Masseuse here at the gym?" She tried to make conversation.

"If you're embarrassed now then I'm not 100% certain you can handle the position. Our Member's won't get their money's worth if you start blushing."

She nods stretching her arms over his shoulders to locate areas she hadn't worked. Her chest was now totally buried around his face. "I promise you, Earl. I can overcome my fears and do a good job. Just give me the chance."

His fingers now roamed under her thin strand of cloth holding the top taunt. On their way up to her shoulders his forearms pried the top to a dangle over his elbows. She felt the cups of her top begin to droop and took a deep breath, "I think my tops undone, Earl. I hope I don't make you blush now."

"Keep doing your magic. Little lower."

"If I go much lower my top will fall off over your face. We wouldn't want that would we?" As if she didn't know.

"It really aches back there. Stretch, Kid."

She flares her eyes and nostrils and forces herself to raise her body to compensate the distance to reach lower on his spine. In doing so her top slithered from her breasts, forced upward over his hairline until her left nipple exposed right in front of his moustache.

"See? I told you that would happen. Earl I'm so embarrassed. Please forgive me."

He grunts and tells her the same, "Please forgive me too."

Earl's mouth then swallowed her nipple as she gasped, "EARL! I can't believe you did that." Of course she did.

His hands held her shoulder tight, the right hand moving in to squeeze the back of her neck tightly. She tilted her head backwards as his lips continued sucking on her nipple.

She moans lightly, "Earl? Please. We're both happily married. I'm not mad at you but please stop."

He snarls and releases her nipple with a popping sound before his grip loosened. She reaches down and palms his cheeks lifting his gaze to hers, "I won't let anybody know this happened. I promise."

His left hand retrieves her bikini top and offers it too her. She immediately slips from his lap to stand up in front of him to let him view her bulging 34D's as she puts her top back on.

The look on his face was disappointment. Finally, he huffs trying not to look at her.

"Sorry. I'm just so freaking horny I'm going crazy. The wife hasn't given it up for six months now. I'm not the type of guy to buy a hooker. I shouldn't have taken it out on you Kid. You're the sweetest most innocent young lady I know."

She frown's, "I'm not so innocent if I'm hiding this secret without being angry. Right? I'll make you a deal, Earl. Let me wear whatever I want to work and do your best to ignore any negative comments you might hear. I wanna feel freedom as a woman."

He narrows his eyes, "How is that a deal?" "In return I'm going to be brave and let you jerk off in front of me. Our secret pact. Deal?"

His eyes stare deeply at her. In response she kneels on the carpet between his legs and looks up at him with puppy dog eyes. "I'm watching, Earl. Have fun."

He stands up swiftly and moves two steps to lock his office door. He then, unzips his pants and pulls them and his boxers to his ankles. His seven inch cock loomed before her as he watched her press her lips together and stare only into his eyes. Not even a single glance at his erection. So innocent, he thought.

Sitting down he begins stroking his cock. Gritting his teeth he then mutters, "Godamn, you are one beautiful Librarian." She fidgets then sighs as she crawls in to rest her right arm on his upper thigh to which she laid her chin. Still her eyes never left his.

The silence was erotic by itself without her stunning blue eyes.

His palm gripped his shaft snugly and worked it ferociously. After five minutes he growled, "No lube. It's getting irritated."

Candi exhales vibrantly and wags a finger at him, "Only once, Earl. Make the best of it."

She removes his hand then leans in to wrap her mouth around his cock and swallows it long and deep until saliva built up around the rim of her lips. Her eyes taunted him as he gasped.

Finally she pulled away and left his cock coated in spit.

Retreating to his leg just as before she merely watched his eyes. Earl continued jerking off until finally a puddle of cum oozed out and across his thighs and ball sack. A droplet fell on her knuckle as she puckered, "So messy, Mister!"

She then lifted her knuckle to her mouth and licked the droplet off. With that moment gone she crawled to her feet and bent over to kiss his cheek. "Deal?"

He nodded, "Deal! Do what you want. Just don't get my gym closed down."

"Have faith. I'll buy a pair of Librarian glasses and pin my hair back just for you. Bikini bottoms next day I work. If you want you can monogram a couple new bikini's with the Gym logo on them."

"Get out of here before I rape you."

"Later Papa Bear." Bolting out of his Office Candi stepped in front of Mark's glass window and cast him two thumbs up. She knew he was smiling.

Moving back into the gym she found Rusty and Clarence drying their brows with a towel. She stops to stand beside them garnering their attention, "I'm going to strip at a dance club in St. Louis in two weeks. Anything goes. I need my Four Horsey's to guard me so I don't get hurt. Please and pretty please."

Clarence shrugs, "I'm there for you."

Rusty fidgets his lips, "Let me know an exact day I'll arrange my schedule. Girlfriend, remember? St. Louis is a drive."

She pats Rusty on the arm, "Did I say, ANYTHING GOES?"

Clarence nods laughing, "Our bitch here is crazy."

She smiles brightly, "This is true. Bye Guys. Tell the other Horsey's."

With an acknowledged nod she heads past the fitness center Members waving at each of them for reaction. All delicious she thought.

At the lobby she found Rodney staring at her from behind the counter. She hesitates at the front door then steps backwards toward the counter. She leans on the glass and crushes her tits together, "Rodney? Do I look like a Librarian to you?"

He couldn't find the words as his gaze was glued to her mounds pressed tightly together. She giggles, "I guess so. You can't keep your eyes off of my book ends."

She stands up straight and winks at him, "Bye, Rodney."

I, Candi Ch. 13: Four Alarm

Candi Palmer awoke to the repeated jingle of her doorbell. Then a rapture of annoying knocks on her door. Finally, she groans and punches her pillow.

As the disturbance persisted she crawls bitterly from her bed and snatches up her short Kimono style bath robe tying it on. From that point she stormed from her room and down the carpeted staircase to the front door.

Parting the curtain she at first spotted a middle aged man in a gray uniform then a van parked on the street. The gentleman waved at her and pointed toward his van to read the side panel, "SAFE and SECURE SPECIALISTS."

She winces then opens the locks to her door parting it open. "Morning, Ma'am! Palmer residence correct?"

She nods cringing at the brightness of day, "Yes!"

"I have an order here to install a security system. Requested by a Damian Palmer. Are you the Missus?"

She fidgets her lips, "Yep! Don't you people call for appointments? It may be my day off but I do have places to be." She recalls her promise to the Local Fire Department as per yesterday.

The man rubs the back of his neck, "My apologizes Ma'am. Your Husband told us to be here today and set up camera's in every room. Front and back yards also. Premo package for sure. Can't get much safer with the alarms too. I can tell you now that we won't be able to reschedule you in for three more weeks. Local gym here in town has us tied up for at least one week. Your call, Ma'am."

She stops resisting and opens her door wide open, "Feel free! I have to get ready anyway. I apologize for my rudeness. Just not used to getting woke up so early without the assist of a coo coo."

"Well, if it's any consolation my wife call's me a Coo-Coo every now and again."

She snorts at his jest and steps aside. The man then turns toward his van whistling. Attention drawn three fellow surveillance installers step from both in the van and a truck parked just out of her view. Four men total.

"Four Alarm! Cute! Make yourselves at home. I'm going to go shower and be on my way. I shouldn't be gone longer than two hours. Three tops. I trust you won't steal me blind before your cameras are active."

The man chuckles, "Now that wouldn't prove good business would it?"

"Probably not!" She winks and scurries back up the stairs leaving the four gathered men to watch her wiggle her way north. Her bare ass cheeks perfectly in view beneath the flutter of her robe.

It took the elder man to start snapping his fingers to waver their enchantment.

"C'mon, Fellas! We have work to do. Time is moolah!"

As the four men moved about freely within the house Candi made certain to be on her best behavior. At least as far as what Damian would expect. She left every door in her vicinity wide open and prowled vibrantly.

Two of the men made their way upstairs in pursuit of camera angles. They had to mark the exact locations to set them up. In their sights stood Candi Palmer in her bedroom removing her Kimono style mini robe to boldly prance naked right in front of them. She spotted them while standing in front of her vanity mirror and waved at them sweetly. Her smile was beguiling.

Turning to face them she fidgets her lips, "Don't mind me. Just go about your business." Staring between them for long moments led her to enforce that idea, "No Really! Go about your business."

With her point made she moved into the bathroom and started her shower. Holding her hand under the water until the heat rose to perfection she then stepped in closing the glass door behind her.

The men slyly stepped in to view her lathering up behind the steam covered doors. They could hear her humming a sweet tune. Mesmerized they hadn't heard their boss move in behind them. "Guess which one of you gets the front yard and which gets the back yard? I'll set up the upstairs myself. Get busy before I fire your asses." As if he truly would. Being his offspring.

As the two men jump to it and vanish downstairs the elder Lineman takes note of Candi, "I'm truly sorry about my boys, Ma'am. It's not often somebody as stunning as you keeps their attention. I'll make certain they get the job done and we will be out of your hair within five hours. Best ETA I can offer."

Candi slides the door open to peer around the edge, "No hurry. And, your boys are doing just fine. I'm open minded. As long as the job gets done right. Wanna wash my back?"

The elder is taken back by her offer and frowns, "As nice as that sounds I don't think the wife would like that idea. Enjoy your shower, Ma'am."

Candi smiles at him then shuts her door to finish her shower.

Fifteen minutes elapse until Candi shuts her water off and steps out to dry herself. She wraps her towel around herself then moves into her bedroom. She hears a ladder being hoisted up next to her bedroom window and awaits the rustling to stop. Then came footsteps up the metal ladder until they halted. One of the two men from earlier crawled up to the roof and carefully stepped into where he had plans to drill holes to mount the camera down toward her backyard and deck area.

As he sat in position next to the window Candi bit her lower lip and crawled across her bed to tap on the window to get his attention. As he peered over his shoulder she stuck her tongue out at him and fanned her towel open revealing her full frontal. She then proceeded to crush her chest against the window panes leaving a damp impression of her breasts and nipples. The man in turn nodded with an evil grin and offered a thumbs up.

She then closed her blind to him. Teasing was tamed down as she moved backwards and off of her bed. She located the yellow bikini top the Firemen liked so well yesterday. Sniffing at it she frowned, "Used! Let's see what else might start their fire."

Rumaging her dresser drawers she happens upon the yellow bikini's g- string bottoms which she hadn't warn with its matching top. With a grin she swiftly ties it on and looks herself over in the mirror. " Oooooo! Vanishing string! Love it."

After a little more digging she found a bright red bikini top that was hardly made to match the g-string. Donning it she frowns, "Covers too much."

A fast removal she growls at no fitting outcome. Finally, it dawns on her as she moves down to her underwear drawer. Within it she pulls out a sheer form fitting red bra. Wrestling it on she loves the look of her nipples stabbing out perfectly and her areolas easily seen through the lacey material. Her only problem was the straps. So very gaudy she thought. Inspiration hits as she goes to a sewing kit and locates a pair of scissors. Rabid snips later she maintains the cups and their supports but instead fashions the easy tie straps off of the other bikini top. Knotting the straps into the bra's support clasps she shivers, "Ohhhhhh, Yeah! Looking good. Maybe I should be a fashion designer."

Outside in the hallway the elder Lineman utilizes a step stool style ladder to reach the upper corner of the hallway glaring down the staircase. Candi now dressed steps out of her room to leer up at him, "What's your name?"

The man holding up a tiny bracket for a micro sized camera grumbles, " Charlie. You're Candace. It's a pleasure."

Candace nods, "Right time, right place. Always a possibility."

In response Charlie glares down at her, "Another generation definitely."

She reaches over and tugs at his pants leg, "I'll keep that in mind at reincarnation. Gotta go Charlie. Almost 9:00. See you around 11:00 or lil later. Depends on how much fun I'm having. Peace out."

"Yea, yea!" He growls, "Now maybe my boys might get this job done faster."

Hopping down her front steps Candi darts into a jog feeling the crisp morning air tantalize her sheer chest. The bra was only for show. She would have to watch herself being seen by the wrong people. Luckily the local kids should be in school. Otherwise she really didn't have any concern over being seen. She knew the local cops had her back.

Bobby socks and tennis shoes accented her bikini. For once she let her hair flow wildly instead of being tied back. Within ten minutes of sprinting she reached the Firehouse. Outside waiting were the four firemen she knew from yesterday. Rusty, Miles, Edgar, and Felix. The four men sat around their fire trucks lined up side by side. Buckets of water and suds dotted the driveway. They all stood up watching her approach. Immediately, Miles broke out his camcorder and started filming.

Bouncing to a halt she pointed at the camera, "Hey Hotshots. I'm here right on time. I thought I was going to wax the trucks. They get dirty in one day?"

Rusty grins at her, "We figured they needed a lil touching up."

She raises her chin and smiles sheepishly, "You boys just wanna get me allllll wet. Don't lie."

They all nod in unison as Miles quips, "Wet and slippery."

She again points at the black cameraman, "I hope you don't mind my Fire outfit. Last minute ensemble malfunction. Tad see through."

They noticed long before she brought it to their attention.

"Should I get started?"

Felix hands her a sponge while holding the bucket for her. She swiftly took it from him, "That's too heavy for you. Let's just sit it down here on the driveway." Moving her back to them she bends over and gives them all a tight shot of her g-string buried deep within her butt crack. It's string flowed down into her tiny yellow patch of cloth that covered her pussy lips.

As she bent over she dipped the sponge in then took her time wringing it out. After being satisfied that they were in awe she stood up and began rolling the sponge over the door of the big truck. Swipe after swipe until the red paint glossed over. As she scrubbed intently she was caught off guard by Edgar manning a garden hose. He shot a showering torrent over her backside.

"I'll rinse." He winks.

She froze up in shivers, "OH MY GOD! That water is ice cold. Be gentle. If I pass out you won't know whether to resusitate me or fuck me."

The crew chuckled at her playfulness as Miles calls out, "So, this video is dedicated to your Husband, right?"

She twists to face him displaying a loving glare of admission, "YESSSSSS! Hi Baby. I'm here at the Firehouse to help out. I hope I can finish all these trucks in the two hours I have set aside. Maybe if these big strong Firefighter's could give me a hand I can succeed. I'll need help reaching all those high spots. I'm such a shorty." Rusty in response moved in, "Hey Damian. Long time no see Buddy. I'm glad to help her make this video for you. Keep the peace over there Soldier."

He then wraps his hands around her hips and lifts her to reach the door window. In his outstretched arms he found her butt cheeks right in his face. It was no time at all before he bit her left cheek playfully.

She whimpers, "Ouchie! Now kiss that boo boo."

Easy enough as he pelts her cheek with more than a few kisses. Giggling she leans forward planting her ass crack right across his brow. His nose nuzzled the cloth over her pussy before growling and hoisting his chin upward to bite and tug at the cloth until it pulled away from her flesh.

Miles zoomed in to capture hints of her pussy lips and revealed anal cavity. She heard Miles whistle at his filming. Finally, Rusty's arms grew tired and he lifted her up over his head to sit her across his shoulders. She pats him on the top of the head, "Rise Simba!"

Chuckling Felix lifted the water bucket for her to dip the sponge in. Jokingly she wrung it out over Rusty's hair making him grumble.

His hands moved from her upper thighs to her hips. Easily his fingertips slid under the g-string threads. With two easy tugs he yanked them loose until the strands dangled over his shoulders and biceps.

"Hey! Are you trying to strip me?"

Rusty chuckled and spun her around to face her legs down his spine. Her snatch was directly in his face. She gasped at how fast he managed that maneuver. "Wow! Now I'm dizzy. Thanks Rusty."

His teeth sank into the drooping material as he tugged at it like a snarling beast until he pulled the whole bikini bottom through her legs. With a swift spitting sound he hurled her bottoms to the grass.

Miles patted Rusty on the back, "Easy Simba."

In reply, Candi sneers at Miles, "Hey, Who's the Ringmaster here? If Simba's hungry it must be feeding time." She then seized up gritting her teeth at Rusty's eager tongue. Hissing she releases a yelp and fans herself with one hand while using her other hand to balance herself against the truck. "Oh my God! Rusty where's the fire?"

No sooner offered and accepted Rusty lifts her upper thighs to brace her full weight against the truck and buries his tongue inside her pussy. She immediately arched her back against the fire truck and began moaning. Miles did his best to videotape his hunger. Sloppy drool and pussy juices drowned Rusty's cheeks and chin. All of the firemen marveled at their buddy's feast of bravery. As Rusty continued Edgar and Felix took turns scanning about the streets. Traffic was sparse this morning. Still, the Firehouse was nestled on a corner right where business district meets residential. The firefighter's knew very well how much they had to lose if busted. Yet, how often does this type of situation present itself in a town like this? They had discussed this very thing the night before. It was Rusty knowing Candace already that aided in convincing them it would turn out okay. Regardless, all it would take was a neighbor complaining and their careers were forfeit.

After five long minutes Rusty lets up with a messy but resounding, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAAAA! Delicious. I always wondered what you tasted like Kid."

Miles pats him on the back, "Don't even tell me it tastes like chicken. You racist bastard."

Rusty laughs at the black male, "Naaaaaa! But, juicy as a sweet watermelon. Without the seeds."

Candi rolled her eyes at his leaving. He was mere moments of making her cum hard. Regaining her sanity she finds herself lowered to the ground. Rusty pulled her into a hug that she melded into easily.

Relaxed, she found Rusty's hands tugging at her bikini bras hybrid strings until they came undone. He then nudged her backwards with one hand pressed to her clavicle. At arms length he tucked his fingers between her cleavage and pried the bra from her breasts until her chest came into full view.

She lowers her gaze to see nipples in the sunlight. Before she could even giggle Rusty twisted her body around to face the truck and backed away. This allowed Miles to video her backside.

Without much hesitation Rusty bent over and retrieved the sponge from the bucket of water. "Start cleaning!"

His brusque nature made her smile to herself as she claimed the sponge to suds up where her body had pressed against the fire engine earlier. After a few dunks to replenish her sponge she turns and wrings it out over her chest for Miles. The look of seduction in her eyes made the black man shudder his steady hand. "OOOOOOOOOOOOWEEEEEEEE!"

Without further ado Miles hands Rusty the camera and lets him focus just before moving in to yank his blue t-shirt off over his head. He watched as she carefully sponged his chest as he tossed his shirt aside. "I'm sooooooo dirty!" He chimes as she nods gently.

She moves her sponge hand outward over her left angle and opens her hand on purpose to let it drop. She then offers a shocked expression.

"Oopsie! I dropped my sponge." She then turns her back to him to bend over touching essentially the grass in front of her. As soon as she did Miles began rubbing her ass. He himself knelt down and pryed her ass cheeks apart to view her. She felt his thumbs divide her pussy lips and let out a deep exhale. Then, she felt his fingers twist and turn until he had inserted two sizable fingers inside her.

Rusty moved around to face her marveling at her expression of joy. As swiftly as he watched he moved backwards to capture Mile's finger fucking her from behind. Faster and faster he let his fingers burrow and probe. Her escalating moans became outbursts of ecstacy.

Finally she cries out, "DO NOT STOP!"

Within seconds Candi showers his fingers, squirting all over the edge of the concrete. Miles nodded pulling his fingers free. "Now that's how you do things!"

Rusty chuckles, "You're supposed to wash and wax the trucks not the driveway."

Miles then stands up unfastening his belt and pants to lower them to his knees. Leaving his boxers up he merely slips his 7 incher free through the front of his boxers. Just as he pulls her waist closer Edgar chimes in by handing him a condom, "Wear it then share it!" He hesitates before adding, "With her that is."

Miles cackles at his awkwardness while ripping the condom open with his teeth to ripple it on over his girth. Still bent over Candi offers Edgar her thanks with an upside down thumbs up.

Easy on, Miles pulls her in and stabs his crown into her still draining pussy. Mad thrusts rocket the hormones as Candi fires off a series of shrill moans. He looks around at his partners with a beaming smile of his pearly whites, "She asked where the fire was. Right here! FIRE IN THE HOLE!"

The three onlookers all laughed.

In his torrent Miles turned his hands attention to her dangling blond locks. Snatching up a hand full he pulled her head back. She loved every second of it. Intensity grew and it took very little time before Miles filled his cup full. A ball of sweat he leered his own head back in triumph.

As he nodded with his eyes closed he lost all insight to his surroundings. Then it came.

Felix Ramirez wrung the sponge out over Miles brow and shoulders forcing him to shake his head wildly. "Daaaaamn Felix! Here, my turn."

Miles pulls out of Candi and removes his condom flinging it at the dodging Felix and watching it burst on the concrete. Candi lost her balance and fell forward into the grass. Left there she needed to catch her breath and size up her next move.

Miles tucked himself away then pulled his pants up, "Who's next?" He points at Edgar who had laid low to be the lookout. The elder and portly man held his hands up, "I'm good. You guys have fun."

As Candi laid there she heard barking from within the firehouse. In response Felix mutters, "Spark", knows there's a pussy prowling."

Rusty raises an eye brow, "Let him loose. He's been cooped up in that cage all morning."

Felix nods and steps away for a mere three minutes.

As Candi gathers her composure she rolls over on to her stomach and crawls to her elbows and knees looking up at Miles. Huffing she blows the blonde strands of hair from her eyes, "Now that was intense."

Miles chuckles and shrugs at her, "America's got Talent, Baby!"

She only had enough energy to roll her eyes when she hears Felix bellow, "Incoming!"

Bolting out of the garage came a massive Dalmation who darted about for a few seconds then trained his eye on the non energetic Candace in the grass.

Without supervision the dog rebounded and ran straight for her. At first he nuzzled her face and pelted her forehead with licks. Rusty chuckled out loud and decided to keep filming her reaction. She could only giggle and lift a hand to try and pet him. However the dog moved away from each advance of her hand. Racing about he then moved in for the kill and started sniffing at her shoulder. She brightened up with a look of terror as she felt his cold nasal exhales fan across her rib cage. She whines loudly, "Not again!"

Her mind races back to the local Police hound "Dooley" and her time spent in the jailhouse. Frantic she glares up at Rusty noting the camera still rolling. Eyes wide she realized that fear would not be a wise thing to show Damian. She bit her lower lip and expelled a shrill, "MEEEOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!"

The four men burst into amazement and laughter. Felix started to move in and grab Spark by the collar when Rusty grunts, "Let the dog have his fun."

Edgar had different thoughts on the matter. He replaced the hesitant Felix in moving in to grab the dog by the collar and keep him at bay.

In her predicament she looked up toward Edgar who had suddenly lost interest in their romp. Disgust perhaps but Candi still felt badly for him. Edgar was easily the oldest of the four men. A family man. Maybe even with a daughter Candi's age.

She started to sense that she needed to cease the situation before it escalated. Edgar's demeanor led her to conclude that she was right in doing so.

The Dalmation whines and pulls away from Edgar just long enough to lunge up over her body from the side.

Felix hissed, "Spark! Get off Boy." He rally's to grab the dog's collar pulling him off of her.

Rusty in turn, still filming chuckles, "I think that's his plan. You complaining down there Hotstuff?"

He zooms in on Candi's reddening face as her eyes flutter toward him painfully, "His front claws are digging into my sides."

Edgar in a huff dashes over to her side to assist Felix. Kneeling down beside her checking her side out with concern. EMT's after all. Gallantly they escort the dog off. That's when Candi decided yet again that enough was enough. She didn't need to be scarred up for her strip club appearance within a week. Then she heard, "I guess Damian is shit out of luck."

The other men notice Edgar's sudden vocal disgust of their behavior as he led the dog back into the Firehouse.

.

She fails to reply thinking she should end this. How stupid was this after all? Innocent licks of playfulness was one thing as long as there was no indication of true bestiality. Surely, Damian would be repulsed. Wouldn't he? She was torn. Damian always kept telling her to push her limits. Bolder! BOLDER!

"Keep the dog away from me. Please!"

Hesitantly, Rusty shuts the camera off and dangles it to his hip, "Too far I take it?"

Candi rolls over to sit up, "I don't think bestiality is smart. Who would want me after being fucked by a dog? Would you fuck me afterwards? Would I still be the desirable little slut you wanted to play with again and again?"

He shrugs, "You have a point there. Would feel kind of weird."

She nods up at him, "Turn the camera on and tape me please." With a raised hand he does as he was asked. Candi settles into an indian style position then looks directly into the camera, "Master? I hope I haven't offended you by not letting that play out. I know my decisions are not priority over yours. Still, I feel bestiality is very wrong. Should you force me to do this again, I will. But, only if you order me too. I pray that you understand that my decision today was in your best interest. We both know that I don't want this kind of thing. But, it's not my decision anymore. It's yours! Punish me if you must. Love me if you can. In the meantime I have to head home shortly. The visitor's you sent over are at work as I speak. I need to check in on them. I love you, Sir! Forever!"

Rusty waits a second then shuts the camera off. He then holds his hand out to offer her an assist at pulling her up to feet. She declines and crawls to stand up. He felt lousy suddenly.

"You mad at me?"

She gathers her bikini and puts it on without a word. Once fitted she turns to face him, "No. Not at all. It was a little more than I anticipated. But, no I'm not mad. The window of opportunity for you to fuck me has closed though. Unfortunately! Raincheck?"

Rusty fidgets, "Trucks still aren't waxed."

She giggles and plants her hands on his chest, "I need that video. Can't go home empty handed."

Dislodging the ancient cartridge he gives her the 8MM tape. As she accepts it she lowers her hand to his crotch, gripping his cocks bulge, "I promise you in a few weeks you can put this monster in every hole on my body. Stop over and check my fire alarms?"

"I'll call ahead." He grunts.

"No need. I'll just dial 911 and tell them I'm flicking my Bic."

With a hug she hesitates and looks behind Rusty at Edgar leaning on the garage threshold. She pats Rusty on the arm and moves slowly toward Edgar. She pouts and opens her arms for a hug, "My Hero?"

Edgar shakes his head, "It just brought back memories, Kid. Bad history." He points at her, "Don't be stupid."

She fidgets, "I try not to be. But, it's not my call these days. If you know about bestiality then you must know of other lifestyles. My husband owns me. I would do anything for him. Even if I don't approve. Thank you though. For being so generous."

He accepts her hug then watches her peel away and blow the others a kiss. As she turns away she hears a bark and a rattle of a cage. Instinct was to ignore it. But, a tug drew her to step inside the garage and kneel down in front of the cage. She lowered her chin and allowed the Dalmation to kiss her face with a pelt of drool. She in turn kissed the dog's snout and sang, "And She called it Puppy Love!"

Silence ruled.

Candi headed home.

Her casual walk home led her almost to tears. Had she made the right decision? She knew it was Damian's yet he wasn't there to tell her yes or no. In her heart she felt she made the correct move but her question of Bigger, Bolder was still nagging at her. Too late she knew now. It would be a few days before Damian would tell her what he would have expected.

It was very hard trying to predict what he would consider too much. Maybe she should have told the firefighters to assist the Dalmation in fucking her. She shivered at the thought yet if it would garner the praise of Damian she would have done her best.

"Christ Candace! Get a grip here. What's done is done. Time to put on my game face and get through the rest of the day."

With a deep breath she reached the sidewalk directly in front of her house. She stopped cold and looked over the house itself. "Hmmmmmm! If there's a camera I sure don't see one."

As if on cue her front door opened and one of the younger Security installers stepped out. He closed the screen door and crept to the edge of the front steps.

"Welcome home. I can tell you're looking for something. I'm not going to point it out but it's there. Pitch of the roof."

She held her hand up to shade her eyes at the gutter area. "Ohhhhh! I can barely see it. How cool."

The man nodded and ushered her with a finger to journey up on to the porch. "There's a cam on both ends of the porch. Another directly above the door pointed down."

She leers around casually impressed by their hidden nature. "If I can't spot them nobody can. Good job."

The man shrugs, "Your ole man must be worried sick about your safety installing this much tech hardware." He then looks her over, "I suppose I can see what and why."

Candi sheepishly smiles, "I'm loved. What can I say?" She knows that he see's her nipples totally visible through her fabricated bra. She looks down at her chest and puckers, "I guess you really can see why he wants to look after me. I'm pretty open minded." The man rubs the sweat from his brow on his wrist. "That you are. Not that I'm complaining."

She steps closer and pats his cheek, "For shame! Let's go inside I'm burning up out here."

She leads the way as his eyes follow her bare ass with a thin strand of g- string between her cheeks. He nearly stumbles over the threshold.

Once inside Candi goes into the kitchen and snatches up a bottled water from her fridge. She then slyly hides the 8MM tape in a silverware drawer covered by a dish towel.

Looking out through her French doors to the back yard she guesses, "Same camera angles as the front?"

He nods as another of his cohorts enters the kitchen from the laundry room in the basement. As he eyes her she points at him, "Did you angle the camera just right so I can sit on the washer during the rinse cycle?"

The redheaded man chuckles, "Sure thing. I put your surveillance screens on the west wall near the junction box. So far I was able to witness you come up the drive and in the living room.The back yard is running perfect. Dad's still setting up the upstairs. Jericho is installing cam's in the bathroom upstairs and then the breezeway into the garage. I'm fixing to go put two more in the garage itself. Nice Jeep by the way. Vintage military. Very sweet."

"My husband's pet project. If he ever comes home long enough to finish it." She turns to face the men and leans back against the kitchen sink. That was when the redhead notices her see through bra. His face turns as red as his hair.

"Sorry! Should I cover up?"

Both boys nod in unison. "Please don't."

She offers a beguiling smile, "Your Father thought the same thing. Even though he let on differently. The eyes don't lie. Anyways. I'm going upstairs while you boys finish up. I need a shower."

"Ummm! Jericho is in the bathroom installing right now." reminded the Redhead.

"I'm sure I won't be a bother. There's a glass door between us." She winks and darts between them to scurry up the staircase from the living room.

At the top of the stairs she spots the Father of the band, "Hi, Charlie. I'm home. Looks good so far." The man ignores her and finishes his work. That led Candi to step into her bedroom to spot cameras on all four walls. Now that she knew what to look for. She bit her lip out of excitement.

Journeying her eyes toward the bathroom she noted Jericho on a short step stool . She could only see him from the feet up to mid chest. He was stretching with dangling wires all around him. She grins evilly and steps into the doorway squeezing by his right side, "Don't mind me. I just need to go to the bathroom."

She removes her bikini bottoms and squats down on the toilet. In seconds Jericho heard the sound of tinkling. He gets up enough nerve to look back and down at her. She in turn flutters her fingers at him. Once finished she stands up and disengages her top tossing both articles of clothing to the floor.

Opening her shower door she steps inside and closes it behind her. Starting the water made her utter a shriek, "Cold! Cold! Cold!"

This led Jericho to whisper, "Yeah the water heaters been off because we had to cut the power to wire everything. Sorry about that."

She shivers and grits her teeth, "I should have known that. Silly me. That's okay I just needed a refresher anyway." In her mind she used the term Whore's bath.

Still working, Jericho snuck peeks at her lathering herself up with scented body wash. He had to shake his head and climb down. He knew that his Dad would realize his predicament and wanted to beat him to the punch. Sure enough there was Charlie ducking his head through the bedroom door. Jericho tried to avoid eye contact but Charlie just patted his boy on the shoulder. At least one of his kids had a lick of sense. Even if it took longer than it should have. Enough for Charlie.

As she winded down her chilling shower Candi stepped out and snatched a big towel then fidgeted. She released the bigger towel and instead chose a smaller version. Dabbing herself until satisfied she then wrapped that towel around herself. Opting to leave massive cleavage the towel barely covered her snatch and ass. Humming she stepped out into the bedroom and primped at herself in the mirror.

Finally, Charlie knocked on the door. "If you want us to finish up you need to behave."

Candi frowned, "Go right ahead. I'm going to be at ease in my own home, thank you very much."

Charlie nudges inside to look her over. "Look Lady! My boys are barely over the age. 18, 19, and 21. I don't need you distracting and playing on their youth. It's hard enough getting them to stay busy as it is."

She pouted, "How much longer?" Charlie sized up the bathroom assessment, "Twenty minutes here. Fifteen for me in the Hallway and guest bedroom. Keep your clothes on? Please?"

She shakes her head, "My towel yes. Clothing no. Finish up please."

Growling Charlie turns to face Jericho planting his hands on his shoulders, "Just keep your mind on what you're doing. Let's get done and go home."

Jericho was torn between looking at his Father and at Candi over his shoulder fanning her towel wide open and winking at him. All Jericho could do was nod, "I won't be long."

Charlie turned awkwardly just as Candi shifted away to tighten her towel back into place. She loved teasing. Hearing Jericho move into the bathroom once more Charlie pointed at her to behave. She merely creased her brow at him.

Awaiting Charlie to return to his ladder Candi cautiously tiptoed over to Jericho on his own ladder. She tugged at his pants leg then held a finger to her lips for him to hush. He nodded in response feeling her hands roll up his legs and unite at his bulging crotch. He wanted to faint. She bit her lip and darted her eyes back and forth between the son and the doorway to the hall.

"So, Jericho is it? How long have you worked for your Dad?"

She played her words coyly and loud enough for Charlie to hear her. She knew if she maintained casual conversation he would shrug off her sneakiness.

"About nine months. I graduated from High school last year. Dad wanted me to have a trade."

Candi grinned up at him as her hand rubbed the length of his erection. "That's nice of Charlie to want his kids in on the family business. Did you want to go to college?"

As Jericho tried to do his job and play along he was trembling at his words. "Yea, kinda. I've always been interested in Computers. This is a start I guess."

He felt her clench her teeth around his girth and pinch the crown. That made him drop his screwdriver and wire snips. The sound of them clattering on the floor made her stand erect swiftly, "Here I'll pick those up for you. You stay up there."

Doing so she winks at him and mouthes the words, "I love your cock."

The man shivers with a grin as Candi steps away to move to the bedroom door. Charlie was still on his ladder. Again she puts a finger to her lips to remain quiet. Tiptoe she returned to Jericho and reached up to unzip his jeans. He panicked then and grabbed her hands silently trying not to fall off of his step stool. She frowned at him just as he held a finger up to wait a minute. She held back as he released her hand to watch him unzip his own jeans and dig in for his cock. His words added intensity, "Your Husband's in the Army?"

"Marine's actually. He's been in Iraq forever it seems."

As his dick flopped out she dove into it jaw wide and sucked on it while Jericho tried to maintain his cool. "Does he get any leave to come home?"

She releases his cock with a wagging tongue on his foreskin, "In a month. I can't wait." She leaped back into her mission as Jericho tilted his head back. This was his first ever blowjob. Candi knew it by his shivering. That made it all the more exciting. So intense was her mouth thrusts that Jericho had to grip the door jam for balance.

"Th-that's cool. Do you two have big plans while he's home?"

Again she releases him long enough to speak, "I'm not certain honestly. I'm sure Damian will make it special."

She hesitates a moment hearing Charlie griping out in the hallway. She winks up at Jericho as her hands jerk him off to give her a chance to talk. Calling over her shoulder she asks, "Everything okay out there Charlie?"

She hears a, "Yeah! These old houses are made of oak. Hard ass wood to drill into let alone wire."

"Oh, I know! The wood here is hard as hell. My Husband and Father-in- Law have had that problem too." She then swallowed his cock extra deep and moaned very lightly. He ushered down a barely audible, "Shhh!"

She ignored him and throat fucked herself violently causing Jericho to freeze and fear the worst. He was throbbing hard and ready to burst. Suddenly, she pulls away and jerks him off until her hands get splattered by cum. In his feat of glory he had to clench his mouth over his screwdriver to avoid a gutteral reckoning that his Dad might hear.

Then, out of spite they hear Charlie grunt, "How's it coming, Son?"

Both of them had to resist laughter as Candi defends Jericho, "He's coming along just fine. Almost done even."

A few rapid jerks his shaft was drained and she licked up his cum with a fierce dedication. He had to step down quietly and zip up before returning to his work. She winked, "I'm going to go downstairs. You boy's take your time."

She waved at Jericho with a blown kiss and stepped out into the hallway looking up at Charlie. "That camera will see me coming up the stairs and going down correct?" "That's the plan." Charlie growled.

She shrugged and darted softly down the stairs into the kitchen. Stepping into her breezeway from the side of the house she propped a glass Mason jar under the screen door. A warning should Charlie journey out to check on them. She then moves into the garage.

Both of the other boys had teamed up to finish the garage surveillance. Standing up on ladders to reach two of the four corners the men didn't immediately see her arrival. She utilized that advantage to crawl up into the driver's seat of Damian's Jeep. The vinyl top had been removed long ago and was open.

Once settled she untied her towel and put the seat back. The squeak of the seats track made the boys notice her. She waved at them then planted her feet up on the door panel and the dash. Her fingers then went to work rubbing her clit.

Both men stepped down and moved in carefully to watch her masturbate. She winked at both of them as her left hand raised a breast to swirl her tongue around it's areola. "I just blew Jericho behind your Father's back. Who wants to be next?"

The two men froze without expression, bordering on awe. The redhead looked at her swirling tongue then hopped up into the passenger seat. He unzipped his pants without haste and whipped out a six incher. This made her drop her breast and reposition her legs down to the floorboard in order to lean over him. She immediately swallowed his cock four inches deep and lingered. This forced the man's head back against the cushioned seat. He took just enough time to mutter, "Bryce? Watch out for Dad."

She fed on his erection like a starving child then suddenly broke away. She wanted to feel him inside her. Crawling delicately into place she hovered over him reaching under to place his crown into her pussy. Easing down on it made both of them gasp.

Bryce noted his brother's good fortune and took the intiative to climb up into the bed of the Jeep and stand over her as he whipped his own cock out dangling it low over his brother Jacob's shoulder. As uncomfortable as it was Jacob let her lean into him to swallow Bryce's cock. He just prayed they could finish before Dad caught them.

"Holy shit! Bitch you are fucking "A" HOT!"

She thanked Bryce by swallowing him deeper. It was difficult to ride Jacob and commit to Bryce. Her decision made up she climbs off of Jacob and crawls over him with Bryce's help to stand in the bed. She turned and gripped the roll bar bending over, "Your turn, Bryce. Fuck me."

Bryce did just that spreading her pussy and transplanting his seven incher into her. Jacob felt cheated and turned his attention now on sucking on her bouncing tits. Holding them firm to bite at her nipples. Her moans grew intense. She then tugged on Jacob's shirt, "Get up here beside Bryce. Take turns fucking me. Let's all cum together."

Jacob jumped at the chance and stood beside Bryce awkwardly in the room they had to utilize. Bryce felt generous and pulled out just so that Jacob could take his place. Grunts grew more and more intense. Suddenly, Jacob felt the need to pull out and drench her ass cheeks. In a shuddering convulsion he moves back allowing Bryce to cringe at his brothers cum. Still it wasn't enough to stop him. He managed to ignore the fact and plunge deep into her and keep up his momentum. In five minutes he too pulled out and let his own jizz pepper her ass.

"I soooooo needed that." She huffed reaching for her towel and turning around to stand between the boys. Jacob took her towel and wiped her back side. Bryce in turn was greeted with a warm kiss to his lips. She in turn twisted around and did the same for Jacob.

"I better get back inside before your Dad looks for me. I think he knows I'm trouble." She giggled.

Just then she heard the jar tinkle on the concrete of the breezeway. Her eyes bulged as she crawled down leaving the boys to zip up in rapid fashion. She ducked down as the Boy's raced to their ladders.

Then, to their relief Jericho stepped into view, "Hey! Dad wants a progress report."

No sooner did she recognize his voice Candi jumped up and raced into Jericho's arms kissing him on the lips as she had the Brothers. She owed him.

Shocked and beet red Jericho nods at his Brother's who smirked at each other. They would keep their mouthes shut until later in the night. For now let him think he was the only lucky guy around.

Darting toward the house Candi managed to grab another bottled water and make it to the stairwell, looking up at Charlie. He was waving at the camera while looking at a clipboard. Final checks she presumed.

"All done, Charlie Man?"

He turned around to look down at her, "Inside the house. Just waiting on the Boy's to polish off the garage. We should be out of your hair in no time."

Candi nodded and prowled cautiously up the stairs toward him. In her sojourn she loosened her towel gently so as not to be noticed. Without an expression she reached the top of the stairs and faked a stumble falling directly into Charlie. Her body collided with his lower half, her face pressing sideways into his crotch. He helped her to regain balance and offered an uncertain glare.

"You saved me. I could have fallen down the stairs. How can I ever repay you?" She stood up straight and hugged him tightly. Her towel then slipped off of her body and hit the carpet.

Charlie stood in shock just as she leaned in to whisper, "I felt your OAK tree on my cheek. Don't even deny it."

He growled and looked down over the stairwell. With a puckered lip he grabbed her by the arm and escorted her into her bedroom. He swiftly shut the door and locked it.

Without haste he picks her up and throws her on to her bed and stands over her at the foot. Instinct took over as he moved to the window and opened it. He yelled out, "Boys!" then waited until they opened the large garage door's entrance. Jericho looked up, "Another fifteen minutes, Pops."

"Good! Stay down there and help your Brother's. I'll be down to inspect."

He then shut the window and closed the blind. Turning around he found Candi scooted directly to the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide and her pussy pried open by her fingers, "Fuck me, Charlie!"

He shook his head rolling his eyes then couldn't resist. He dropped his pants and palmed his dick. Then he crawled up on the mattress over her and entered her.

"I knew you wanted me, Charlie. I adore older men."

He grunts thrusting into her, "Guess I need to do this before these cameras in here go live. Out of the question afterwards. Now shut up before I lose my Johnny."

She sighed, "Johnny feels really good."

He noticed how wet she was but chalked it up to her interest in him. After ten minutes Charlie cums inside her and collapses over her. She could only lay there under his weight and pat his shoulders.

"Johnny was magnificent."

Winded Charlie crawls off of her and shakes his head out of disbelief. He tried so hard to deny his attractions. He was old and faithful to his wife. Until today. He would hate himself for monthes to come.

"I gotta get my pants up and get this job done." He then chose to ignore her as he moved away. Candi felt badly again. Her seduction skills were at their prime. She couldn't resist suckering the Father.

She withdrew into herself as he left the bedroom shutting the door.

Eying the cameras at each corner of her bedroom she sighs, "Just like a caged animal now. Maybe my true spots are shining through."

A Dalmation would haunt her dreams that night.

An hour later Charlie knocked on her bedroom door. "We're done and packed up. Everything's working fine. I left instructions on the kitchen counter. If you have any problems I left my card for you to call. Night Ma'am!"

She hugged her pillow in a fetal position. "Night Charlie. Tell the Boy's I said Thank you."

"Sure thing."

Charlie moped all the way back to his van.

The Boys? They gathered in the truck behind the van. They needed to talk. Without Dad hearing.

Charlie was glad to drive home alone.

Alone now.

Candi looks at the ceiling.

"I love you, Master!"

I, Candi Ch. 14: Sweat Shop

Rodney Larsen was the newest employee at Mark and Earl's gym. Shy and almost nerdy he stood at a lanky 5 foot 9. Short sandy brown hair and a gentle case of acne best described the man.

Having only worked at the gym for a mere two weeks he had only two encounters with the beautiful Candi Palmer. Once dropping by for her paycheck, and another time just visiting while wearing a steamy yellow bikini top and white spandex shorts. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. A mere two days had passed since that visit and he found himself checking the work schedule every two hours. Too shy to speak to her the first and second time he vowed to communicate the next round.

Today of course was the day. She was set to be at work at 10 AM. He made certain he was there at 9 AM sharp to prepare his nerves. It was all he could do to avoid his bosses Mark and Earl. Luckily they were too busy with contractors out back for the new wing of the gym. This gave Rodney the run of the facility.

At 9 AM there were only two members there doing cardio. He had high hopes that it wouldn't get much busier that way he could get to know Candace Palmer. She seemed overly nice and bright eyed. Her gaze sparkled when staring at him. For no reason even.

Sitting at the front counter he could easily look out the front windows and see who was coming and going.

Gazing down the gravel drive way leading to the fitness center he spotted his wet dream come true. He leaped to his feet nearly knocking over his chair at the sight. Catching it quickly he hurried around to the glass front door to capture a better look. His jaw dropped to his toes.

"Holy spit! She's jogging in a hot pink bikini and tennis shoes. Her tits are ready to burst out the way they keep bouncing as she runs. How in the world does she plan to get away with working dressed like that? Earl will have a cow."

As she sprinted across the grass beside the drive she notes Rodney looking at her. Behind her sunglasses she feigned not spotting him and stopped out in the grass and began stretching her legs with knee bends.

" Ohhhhhhhh, this day is going to be good." She concealed a giggle holding her lower back as she twisted in step to face her back toward the gym. She then bent over touching her toes knowing full well her bikini bottoms were nearing taunt up the crack of her ass.

"Hold that pose until he faints. " She ordered herself playfully.

After a few more toe touches she stood erect and just twisted from side to side. She then decided enough was enough. Turning back toward the gym she realized that Rodney had left the doorway. Groaning, Candi shook her head, "Figures! He must have been bird watching. Oh well. I'll just have to tease him harder today. See what you've done to me Damian? I'm too a point I look for mischief. Slut indeed! Thank you Master!"

Walking the rest of the way she opens the door and enters into the air conditioned gym. The chill immediately caught her overheated nature. Even as she wiped her brow with her wrist she felt her nipples stab through the thin fabric of her new bikini. The chill made her eyes flare out and her evil thoughts more impressive.

"Morning Rodney. Beautiful day out isn't it?"

Returned to his counter he reached under it producing a roll of paper towels and a bottle of window cleaner. This would be his excuse for standing at the door. He was well prepared to cover his interest. "Hi." He then stepped around her to spray the glass of the door before resting the bottle at his feet. Tearing towels he began wiping the glass. He knew Candi was watching him from behind and tried not to grin.

Candi fidgets, unprepared for his turning her away so easily. Was he gay?

Convinced he had cleaned the glass enough he turns around to suddenly realize Candi had vanished back toward the cardio area. Was he that repulsive? Disappointment insued as he had already lost his nerve in exchange for arrogance.

He would have to try harder over the work day.

Walking through the center Candi stopped between the only two members there utilizing the exercise bikes, "Hi Vince. Good morning Helen. How's life?"

Vince Bradford, a balding fifty something noted her immediately and grinned from ear to ear, "New uniform?"

She revealed her perfect white teeth in a beeming smile at his observation.

"Maybe! That is if Earl and Mark don't object." She turns her gaze to Helen Suiter a forty something brunette with a medium build. Pretty but out of shape definitely.

"That diet and all this exercise is working Helen. I can see a huge difference already." She lightly claps her hands hoping to warm her up.

Helen eyed Candi's bikini with a raised brow. Candi in turn stepped directly to her side to whisper, "I hope what I'm wearing doesn't bother you, Helen."

She huffs and continues her ride yet looks at Candi with a timid smile, "I remember those days. Long gone I'm afraid. Three kids and drag strip stretch marks now. You look stunning. I have no objections. Earl might get new members the longer you wear that bikini. Question is will anybody be actually working out?"

They both chuckle as Candi nods with a smirk, "I hope so. Maybe that might inspire these cheap skates to give me a raise. I hope the other members don't find what I wear offensive. Truth be told I'm trying to change my image. Can you believe Earl called me a Librarian for what I normally wear here? Just because I wore frumpy outfits hardly means I don't keep in shape. Zero glutes! Well almost." She giggles.

Vince leers their direction, "I reckon the frumpy clothes kind of misleads the focus of the gym. You're fit as a fiddle and showing it off will inspire others to get in shape too."

Candi gives him a thumbs up, "My motto too. Weigh less, wear less." She then moves around to pat Vince on the back, "Thank you for being supportive, Vince. Give me a yell if you two need anything. Water? Towel? Respirator? You name it."

The couple both guffaw at her jest as she winks and turns away on her left heel. She moved further into the gym and examined the tarp covered opening to the new wing. Peering through a flap she spots Mark talking to a contractor holding a blueprint. With a deep breath she darts inside the unfinished room amid pounding nail guns. There were six builders at work on the east wall to the far end. The contractor with Mark looked up at her and grinned sheepishly. Mark noted his change of attention and followed suit, "About time you came back to work, Slacker."

She threw her arms out to her side and offered a shamed pouty expression, "Me sorry. I'm back and here to stay." Mark nodded at her bikini trying not to look too hard. She knew he loved it by his refrained gaze. She opened the change of subject with, "The new room is coming along faster than I thought it would."

The carpenter a fifty something, well toned and gently gray of hair looked around him from side to side. "Another three days tops on the interior. Exterior roofing and siding the next day. Room divides and drywalling the next. Electrical touch ups the next. Hi, I'm Craig."

She reaches out to shake his hand as he swiftly folds the blueprint to accept her grip.

Mark steps back slightly noting the silence around them all of a sudden. The workers had all finally noticed Candi in their midst. Mark shakes his head, "Possibly two more weeks the longer you stand here in that bikini. Go do laundry."

She frowns and tugs at her bikini top pulling it taunt to examine it, "Is my bikini dirty?"

Craig looks toward Mark trying not to laugh when behind Candi a nailgun fired a deafening blast behind her making her jump and express a shrill squeal of shock. Everyone in the room burst out laughing as Candi caught her breath and looked at each of them pointing in a wave, "You guys did that on purpose. You nearly scared me out of my bikini. Shame on all of you."

Mark covered his eyes with his right hand, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Stop teasing and go back inside." She pouts and twists on her heels facing toward the tarp then bends blatantly over to pick up a nail. She maintains that position long enough to hear a couple low pitch whistles. Smiling evily she twists around standing erect to show Mark and Craig the nail, "Look i think I'll go paint my nail."

With a fluttered wave of her right hands fingers she bats her eyes around the room, then hightails it back inside. On the other side of the tarp she spotted Rodney checking the pins on a weight machine trying to look busy. She smirks and walks over to the weight machine and sits down on the bench of a leg press. She plants her feet on the pads then plants her arms up to grip the support bars to the sides of her seat. Rodney was standing directly across from her looking right between her fanned out legs. The bikini bottom barely covered her pussy lips.

"Spot me at 250 please."

Rodney faltered for a second then moved the pin between weights. He then proceeded to watch her press the weights easily. Her leg muscles were splendidly defined from years of caring for their well being. She eyes Rodney who blushes, "You should take advantage."

He bulges his eyes at her trembling, "What?"

She fidgets knowing she teased him with just the right words, "Take advantage. Of the gym equipment. It's part of our employment package." She continues her repetitions never once taking her eyes off of him.

He shrugs awkwardly, "I know I should. I have Scooby Doo muscles." He lifts his right arm tightening his bicep then pinches beneath it to appear that his bicep fell down instead of bulging up. She muses at his attempt but barely smiles. She wanted to be intimidating.

He then dropped his arm and started to walk away. She growls, "Get back here, Rodney. Move that pin to 300."

He shudders and returns to assist her as she pauses long enough to tug her bikini bottoms from her ass cheeks and in doing so pulled the front deeper into her pussy lips. Still covered but entirely ready to be exposed with the right move. She winces at him, "Don't try this at home. Wearing a bikini and working out doesn't mix well. Rides up the ass every time I press."

He was beginning to sweat trying hard not to look between her legs. Yet, hoped that a lip would fall free. Finally, he had to turn away.

"Are you okay, Rodney?" She said finishing up her tenth repetition before stopping. With a clank of metal she dropped her feet to the floor and stood up. She stepped away from her seat and showed him her backside as she tugged the cloth free of her crack yet again. Candi then moved around to a bench press where she straddled the bench before laying back on it. She then reached up to a low hanging set of handlebars attached to weight cables. She then tilted her head back to glare toward Rodney, "200 please."

He walked around to her side reaching behind her head to move the pin from 350 to 200. She then began pulling the bar toward her chest heaving the weights. With each downward pull her tits crushed together. Rodney gawked sparingly but maintained a solid interest.

Candi huffed with each lift acting as if her legs were raising from the struggle. Finally, she faintly smiles, "Do me a favor? Can you hold my legs down so I don't hurt myself?"

His eyes grow wide as he hesitates. Taking a deep breath he places his hands on her kneecaps, "Here?"

She tries a lift and fakes him out with her legs forcing up under his weight, "A little higher please." He moves two inches above her knees and presses his weight down. She bit her upper lip and began pulling the weight down again. Each time she did he eyed her crotch. The formation of her pussy was gently exposed on the right side of her bottoms. All he could do was stare.

After ten repetitions she stopped and laid there breathing heavily. He was still holding her legs. She let him loiter there until he realized that she was done. Blushing brilliantly Rodney released his grip and stood up.

She gazed up at him with her big blue eyes then sits up to roll over on to her stomach with her legs facing the weights. There was a padded bar that she entangled her calves over to press the weights. She looks up at him, "I'm only 120 sopping wet. Maybe not even that. I might need you to support me. Place your hands on my lower back."

He moves to her side at first and does as she asks. Her legs begin lifting the weights.

With each curl her bikini bottoms disappear within her butt crack. Finally, she stops for a second to reach back over his hands to lift her bottoms up from it. In doing so she intentionally tugged the bikini higher than necessary revealing to his roaming eyes her anal cavity. He immediately dropped his jaw and tried hard not to drool over her back. That required the aid of his shirt sleeve.

Returning to her curls she feigns difficulty and huffs, "You need to hold my lower back from a different angle. Try facing me and reaching over my body."

Releasing her he moves to the head of the bench and cautiously leans over her profile to run his hands down her spine into position. She grins devilishly in thought as she feels his crotch on her ear. "Yep! Definitely has a woody."

She continues her curls until she lost her energy and stops. He remains in position even as she tilts her profile up to exhale on his crotch. He felt her breath coast up under his gym shorts and freaks out standing erect and moving back a step. She ignores his escape and rolls herself off of the bench. Standing up she fans herself, "Between my morning run and that small effort I think I need another shower." Candi notices Helen and Vince leaving and found the gym vacant. She looked up directly into Rodney's eyes then winces acting as if she pulled a muscle in her shoulder, "Ouch! That didn't feel so pleasant. Would you mind squeezing my shoulder a few times? Help get the kink out?"

She twists her back toward him then steps inwardly to brush up against his body. Her ass was pressed against his erection. He wanted to burst then and there. He refused to let his chance to even touch her vanish.

As his hands palm her neck and shoulder area he squeezes lightly. She rolls her eyes and presses her ass closer to him, "Harder Rodney. Make me really feel the Man."

His eyes bulge as he squeezes harder to hear her lightly moan. He enquires leering over her neckline , "Better?"

Again her ass presses into him as she whispers, "Harder, Rodney."

His grip tightens again as her own eyes bulge under his grip. She resists the pain and wiggles over his crotch, "That's it. God, that feels delicious. Rodney you're a born Masseur."

He chuckles shyly straining as his dick swelled tighter. This extra effort of her ass touching his dick made him nearly ready to explode. He stutters under the tension and tries to make her laugh, "This coming from the Gym's future Masseuse?

"Coming from and getting too. Maybe we should team up and be partners in the Therapy Department. Don't you dare stop Rodney. This feels waaaaay too good."

Her ass gyrates as if her body was suffering from a chill. With each chill his dick throbbed behind it. He wasn't going to stop until she told him to. His own eyes began to flutter. More effort went into her shoulder causing her to cringe at the pressure. She would hold out though. She knew her feminine wiles were gripping his manhood as tightly as his grip on her shoulder.

Finally, he grunts and pauses as she feels a wetness through his shorts on her ass cheeks. Her eyes brighten up as his grip loosens. He turns pale white and steps back twisting his body shyly, "My hands are tired. Sorry. Got to go to the bathroom too."

He bolts around her trying not to let her see the wet spot on his dark shorts. He had unloaded a small pond into his boxers that had soaked straight through. She had to hold her chuckle as he darted to the back of the gym where the restrooms were located.

Once out of sight she burst into laughter. As she gained her composure she spotted Craig the Carpenter looking at her through the tarp with a wink. He gave her a thumbs up and a mimicked squeezing of his hands on invisible shoulders.

She in turn stuck her tongue out at him which led to a flicking like a lizard. He nodded then points down at his crotch. She feigns blushing and fans her face with eyes sparkling, "Oh, My! Is that harassment?"

He looks behind him to see where Mark and his co-workers were before uttering back, "You can take it."

She ponders with her index finger to her cheek, "I suppose that depends on the size. Now doesn't it. Better break out your tape measure and offer me insight."

He nods with a beeming grin, "Raincheck?"

She puckers, "No raincoats until after you step outside. Go build my parlor. I'll pencil you in as one of my first clients."

He pouts his lower lip in reply, "Deal!"

Craig then faded away behind the tarp.

Candi heard shuffling behind her to notice two mid fifties Gentlemen walking over to the treadmill area. Business was going to increase and she knew it. This day was going to be yummy she thought.

Casually eying the restrooms she frowns. Stepping toward them she finds the single rest room and presses her ear to the door. She heard muffled moans and cursing. She grinned from ear to ear. Rodney was in there masturbating again. Candi adored her magic touch.

"Everything okay in there, Rodney?"

He grunted shallowly, "Yea! I'll be out in a minute."

She sighs and licks her upper lip, "Don't be a Minuteman. Take your time. I'll watch. The gym that is. When you get out I'm going to sneak a fast shower before business gets crazy. Will you cover for me?"

He growls back feverishly, "Fucking "A" I'll cover you." He then lowers his voice to a whisper, "From head to toe!"

Giggling under her clenched fist she returns, "Thank you, Rodney!"

He lets out a strained snarl. She knew he had flooded the bathroom in her honor. His final words were a mumbled, "No! Thank you."

She quietly whispers, "My pleasure."

Candi walked away and checked out the two new members that had walked in. She knew one of them but not the other. Tugging at her bikini both top and bottom she waltzed out to greet them. "Hey Eddie! Who's your guest? I don't believe we've met."

The freckled Eddie Bennet huffed under the exhaustion of the rotary belt he was walking rapidly on. Jumping at the sight of her bikini and perfectly tanned flesh he sputters, "Nice get up."

She winks at him, "Then I'm doing my job aren't I?"

He creases his face with a half smirk, "I don't think I've ever seen you like this. You always seemed the quiet reserved type.' He leers over at his partner, "This is my brother-in-law, Dave. He's staying with me and the wife until his divorce is final."

She moves between the treadmills and waves up at Dave, "Hi, Dave! Sorry to hear about the big D." She tugs both of her bikini cups up by the strap as Dave grins, "Not half as sorry as I'm sure your Big "D's" must be feeling right now."

She wags a finger at him with a squint, "Now Dave. Is that any way to treat the Ladies?" She lifts her tits from underneath as she sticks her tongue out at him. He in turn nearly loses his balance on the treadmill and laughs at himself, "Almost made me lose it there."

She smiles shyly, "There's still time."

Peripherally over her shoulder she notes Rodney coming out of the back and reaches up to pat Eddie on the hand, "Keep your cute perverted Bro here out of trouble." She winks hard at Dave then turns away after whispering toward him, " I have a shower to go take. Tell Ellen I said hi."

The two men at first watch her ass wiggling away then turn to look at each other. Dave ponders, "The employees shower on the job?"

Eddie shrugs keeping himself in time on the belt, "Maybe her water got turned off at home."

Dave frowns, "Dude. You work for the water company."

Eddie nods, "She's sure changed."

In response Dave chuckles, "Hopefully not out of that hot pink bikini."

Candi meets Rodney half way as he turns his profile to avoid her spotting his crotch stain. She pats him on the back, "Everything come out alright?" He shivers and nods smiling, "Yeah!"

She winks at him, "Good. Now wash my back. I mean watch my back. You promised."

He nods repeatedly rather nervous at her touch. Once she turns away he grits his teeth to watch her ass wiggle toward the showers. Just before she turned the corner he noticed her untie the left side of her bikini bottoms. The bikini flapped down to reveal her crack in a more vibrant fashion.

Rodney whined. He knew before this day was out he would need to release his inhibitions yet again.

Before she even made it to the showers Candi Palmer had removed her bikini and was walking ever so slowly through the hot tub area. She gave Rodney just enough time to possibly sneak a peek. She felt entirely too evil today. She was dripping wet between her legs at all the torture she was causing.

Looking back casually she growls, "Darn! No peepers."

Shrugging she reached behind her head and tied back her hair with a twisty that she had around her wrist in case she ever needed it. This was all outside in the open. She shivered at the risk. "God! Damian I worship you. I've never felt so alive."

Looking down while tucking her hair up she lost track of her surroundings. A murmered, "Whoa!" caught her off guard. Eyes wide she darts her attention toward the verbal expression, thinking it Rodney. Instead it was another of the Carpenter's. The one that had misfired his nail gun catching her off guard. She wags a finger at him, "Stop doing that."

He placed his hands in his back pockets and just stood there amazed by her boldness and beauty. "Do you always run naked on the job? I'm thinking a membership here is looking pretty tasty."

The man was approximately, 6'2 in height and toned in body. Blonde hair shown beneath his bump cap. As he watched her shivering in his gaze he breaks a gaze back out into the gym. Nobody in sight. He nods to himself and takes a deadly risk moving face to face with her. Looking down into her blue eyes he melts. She merely glistens without blinking.

With an affirmative nod the Man leans down and kisses her on the lips. She accepted his kiss and let her left hand caress his cheek. Lips parted he motions her toward the showers, "Better get in there before anyone else catches you."

She bats her eyelashes up at him as he fidgets slightly, "I won't tell anyone."

Candi shakes her head negatively just before lifting herself to her toes and kisses him again on the cheek, "Yes you will. Go brag." She then points a finger at him, "Do you have a cellphone on you?"

He creases his brow smirking, "Yeah, Why?" as he removes it from his belt pouch to show her. She takes his cell from him and figures out on her own how to take a picture. She snaps a photo of her tits, another of her ass, another of her pussy, and one of her face as she winks. He stands totally in awe of her boldness.

"Hope there's not a Mrs. Hardhat at home to intercept these. Now, Go Brag." She giggles after handing him his cell back, then turns wiggling into the shower room. As the door closed he huffed and shook his head, "Holy Moley. Nope no Missus. Wouldn't care if there was."

The man, "Stan Casey" first headed off to relieve his bladder. He would then go secretly share the pics with his partners.

Outside in the front lobby Rodney manned the counter giving his stained shorts a chance to fade back to normal. Sitting back he heard Mark his boss on the cellphone just behind him.

"Okay, Lisa! I'll be home in ten minutes. I just told the Contractor's I had to run out. Don't let the cats near the snake. We don't need any vet bills or dead cats. Stay calm."

He then hung up and stepped into view. Looking over at Rodney he rubs his chin, "Man the store. My girlfriends freaked out because a big snake somehow made it's way through our pipes and into our bathtub. Crazy as hell. Tell Candi to help you out. Wherever she is." He then left the building.

Rodney puckered and hummed. Thinking to himself, "She already has."

Noting Mark drive away he jumped up and looked out for further traffic. With no boss around he knew he could move about more freely. Stain or not he knew Candi was in the shower and he wanted a peek.

Careful not to look obvious Rodney moved past Dave and Eddie who were still treading and gabbing away. Eying the tarp over the new wing he began walking faster toward the shower room. He heard the water running in the women's shower and sneakily looked around for safety. He then carefully eased the door open and crept inside closing it silently. The showers had large open stalls with curtains shrouding their interior.

Stepping lightly he easily figured out which stall Candi was located in. Stepping quietly he reached the curtain with heartbeat pounding in his chest. He squinted against the steam and dropped his jaw at the sight. There she was with eyes closed in all her glory being pelted by the teardrops of God.

"Look at those perfect titties. Pointy nipples. Areola's so round. That cute little landing strip of hair between her legs. That heart shaped ass." He was squeezing his reincarnated erection. She was a Goddess.

As he stood there watching he heard voices outside the door and shadows beneath it. In a panic he darted into another stall and hugged the blind corner for safety. Strange that they were Men's voices. Overhearing them made him queasy. Then silence. Finally as he held his breath he heard the door creak wide and heard multiple feet quietly shuffling toward the stalls. Over the shower Candi couldn't possibly hear them. He had just enough distance to pick up the foot falls.

Then, Rodney heard the curtain pull wide on her stall and six different whistles. He nearly pissed his pants out of fear. He couldn't storm out there and defend her nor could he for fear of losing his job. He would be forced to merely listen.

Then came the voices.

"See Fella's. Picture perfect. Did i lie?" chuckled Stan the Carpenter.

Startled by the vocal gathering Candi's eyes popped open wide and she saw all of the contractors in front of her. Even the blue print flirt Craig.

"You bragged! Yay! Come on in guys the water's fine."

On the opposite side of the wall Rodney winced at her words. Was she insane?

Stan patted Craig on the shoulder, "Good thing her Boss left. Gave us the opportunity to watch us some sweet booty in private."

She grins pointing a finger at them, "Behave! Don't you have some wood to put up? Things to nail?" She sticks her tongue out at them. None of them desired to get drenched by the shower so merely watched her.

The man beside Stan, Horace, a tall mixed black caucasian shook his head, "Daaamn Stan. Yep. I'm signing my membership after work today."

She giggled with a thumbs up in response.

Feeling the water getting cool she shivers, then came the frigid cold. "Oh my God the hot water ran out it's freezing!"

The men crowd closer and fold their arms. Craig happens to notice, "That shower head is removeable. Why don't you take it down and tease that clit with the water force?"

Candi's eyes brighten, "So creative! As long as you all behave I can do that."

Turning her back to them she reaches up and claims the shower wand and adjusts it for a thin torrent. She then moves it down between her legs. Glancing up at the men as she uses her fingers to spead her pussy lips she applies the steady stream. Immediately she falls back against the wall and begins moaning.

"Dear God, this feels so good. Talk dirty to me, Blue Collar's." Each of the rugged Gent's began telling her things they wanted to do to her. Craig wanted to fuck her against that shower wall. Stan wanted to ram his cock down her throat until she passed out. Horace desired to bury his tongue inside her asshole. Two others voted to pinch and suckle both of her nipples.

Hearing their desires as she studied their faces and emotions made her hormones insane. Stan in her frenzy pulled his cellphone out and recorded her watery masturbation. Seeing this the other five men did the same. Video's had by all. She would merely lean back with trembling limbs and tearful eyes at the devastation to her clit.

Shrill moans got louder and louder as the men looked onward in awe and worry. What if the other Employee heard and came barging in to catch them. Horace voiced that exact same worry, "Loud as she is that skinny guy who works with her will come running to see what's going on."

She halts her moans hoarsely long enough to blurt out, "Rodney adores me I can tell. He won't say a word. Not if he wants to lose his virginity to me." She giggles then begins losing herself to the spicket. Finally, she cries out, "I LOVE YOU SIR!"

The Sir remark made them all appear puzzled but in seconds they merely shrugged it off. She must have been vocalizing her respect toward each of them.

Having spent her juices they merged with the water. Convulsing uncontrollably she nearly lost her balance. Stan leaped in to her side wincing at getting shot by the wand as it curled in her grip toward him. Laughter from the others made him grimace in their direction. He shut the water off leaving dead silence except for her shivering chatter.

"Find her a towel." Craig motioned.

Candi sparked up wagging her finger, "Nooooooo! Lick me dry."

The men each take turns bulging their eyes at the other. Decided in a mental agreement they assist Candi to her feet and let her walk out amongst them. Once within their circle the men smother her with warm breath and sandpaper tongues. Every inch of her body was licked. Nipples sucked on sporadically. Neck kissed. Belly button tickled from within. Shoulders lapped upon. Horace even spread her cheeks and probed her anal cavity.

Craig knelt in front of her and parted her pussy lips to attack her sensative clit. This made her lose balance again over the feeding Horace. He caught her with one hand to her spine and supported her.

Finally, Craig just lifted her legs over his shoulders and buried his tongue leaving poor Horace to hold her 120 pound body on his shoulder. In the process the other three men continued licking her belly and tits. Stan stood back admiring her a moment. Then, in a swift change of mind he leaned over caressing her cheek and kissed her warmly. She embraced it with swirling tongues. Finally, she felt herself cumming yet again and screamed her frustration into Stan's open mouth.

Absorbing the echoed whine he stayed with her tongue until she shook and calmed herself. The men merely rode out her convulsions before standing up and helping her to her feet.

She outstretches her arms to embrace each of them with a hug. This melted all six men. With each hug she whispered just loud enough for the man next to him to hear, "Somebody wants to fuck me next week at my house. Is it you?"

Nods all around as Stan helps her tie her bikini back on. Once in place she walked to the door to the outer gym and peeks out to see Dave the treadmiller just outside the bathroom looking toward her. He offered a thumbs up at her vocal performance. She giggles and sticks a finger to her lips to shush him. He offers her a zipped lip and an unzipped pants with a chuckle. She nods with a playful grin waiting for him to vanish back to his brother-in-law Eddie.

Before stepping out she turns and whispers, "Can you all send me those video's on your cells?"

She knew Damian would love to see them.

Acknowledgements all around she told them her number then waved the men out and back to work.

Closing the door she remains in the room to gain her composure. As she leans quietly against the wall she hears moaning. She opens her mouth with a shocked smile and tiptoes over to the stall where she heard the grunts. She peeks through the curtain to see Rodney jerking a massive nine inch monster in his hand. She fought hard to keep her amazement to a minimum. As he grew red in the face she noted his eyes closed tightly. In his own little world.

Mischief took over as she silently parted the curtain and crept into the stall. She cautiously knelt in front of him on her knees and leaned forward to place her face directly under his ejaculation space. Just out of range so as not to let him realize she was there, she waited poised and ready.

In a fierce roar he erupts a geysor that spit out like a squirt gun and spotted her face from brow to chin, ear to ear. She grit her teeth loving it as she awaited him to open his eyes.

Exhausted by his explosion for a third time today he merely leaned against the wall's corner and mumbled, "Fucking "A"! Candi taste the magic of Hot ROD!" He shook his head in arrogance, eyes still closed. Finally, he flutters his eyes open and looks down prepared to pull his trunks and boxers up. His eyes bulge at the sight of her wearing his cum.

She glowingly giggles with clenched teeth, "Surprise!" She licks the cum spatter on her lips and savors it with a delicious expression, "And, YUM!"

He swiftly tugs at the sides of his trunks but she plants both of her hands in the front band to prevent him from getting dressed. She shakes her head at him, "Tsk! Tsk!Tsk! Not until I taste the Hot ROD!"

He watches her as she swallows a massive fourth of his cock in amazement. Five swift back and forths and a triple flick to his crown to capture remaining droplets she lets go of both his cock and his trunks. Sitting up on her legs and feet she beams toward Rodney.

He gets dressed and stammers uncertain what to say.

She sticks her cum coated tongue out at him and smiles warmly, "Thank you, Rodney!"

He continues trembling as she stands up to face him. He admires his cum all over her face and suddenly bursts into laughter.

She joined him as she leaned on the wall beside him.

Finally, he looks over at her, "That's soooo sick! In a good way."

"Our secret?" She chimes with amazing eyes smiling at him.

"Hell to the No! After all those guys getting to brag about you. No way I'm shutting up." He then winks sticking his own tongue out at her, "Just kidding! After all I'm going to lose my virginity to you, right?"

She rolls her eyes then giggles again as he stuck his tongue out at her.

Candi looms with a threat, "You must be wanting a taste of yourself. Here, lick my chin."

He pulls away, "Gross!"

She looks at him softly without words. He returns the moment.

Then, she palms his cheek. He melts.

She breaks the tension attention and stands erect to walk out of the stall and toward the door. He follows her looking puzzled, then realizes something, "Want a towel to wipe me off your face?"

She pouts her lower lip and offers, "No! I'm going out there wearing you proudly. Take pride in yourself, Rodney. You're adorable. Don't ever think badly of me, please. Besides, when I can find time I can sit on your face and you can return the favor."

After donning her bikini in a rush she shivers at Rodney.

She sticks her tongue out and bolts through the door.

He in turn races after her right into the path of, "EARL!"

The elder owner of the gym had just arrived and was heading to his office when he came face to--"What's that on your face?"

She giggles trying to fight it, "You said I could wear whatever I wanted to at work."

He rolls his eyes then growls while squinting at Rodney. Shaking his head he turns, "Don't encourage her."

Both of them wait until Earl enters his office and shuts the door. Then, a swift look at each other Candi bolts into a bouncing sprint out into the gym. The room had seven new faces utilizing the equipment. As Rodney burst out into the open after her he halted at all eyes on them.

She twisted in her step walking backwards while curling a finger for him to follow her. She then turned forward on her heels and proudly paraded through the gym. In her stride she graciously said hello to each of them before reaching the lobby.

Once there she waited for Rodney to join her. As he stepped around the corner with his teeth clenched in fear yet total amazement he walked straight up to her and hugged her from behind. She enjoyed his tight embrace and his cheek in her hair.

Finally, she turned in his grasp and gazed into his eyes, "No more shyness. You have to learn how to relate to people. Am I clear?"

He nods quietly reaching down under the counter for the roll of paper towels.

"Awww! My hero." She smiled awaiting a towel to wipe her face.

Instead he looks behind her and winces. Bending down again he snatches up the bottle of Windex and marches away, "Spots! I hate spots!"

She offers him a brutal gaze of unbelievability then looks around at the gym behind her.

"Here I'll trade you for the paper towels."

He turns out of curiousity to see her holding up her removed bikini bottoms, coaxing him in. He chuckles impressed by her bravado and makes a hesitant trade. He raises an eyebrow, "I'm really going to use this to clean the glass."

She tears a towel off and starts to wipe her face just as Eddie and Dave shock them on their exit out. Eddie notes the cum rivets still beading Candi's brow and puckers turning the other cheek.

Dave doesn't pay that close of attention to her at first following Eddie to the door. What he did notice was Rodney holding Windex and a bikini bottom. He was taken back by the sight a second more to register what he was seeing. As Eddie pushed on outside the door, Dave took a casual stroll to the counter to lean over and look down at her.

Bare bush and booty, Candi offered an innocent expression toward him. "Thanks for coming. Hope you come see us again. And, try your best to get over the Big "D"."

He nods as she peels her top's cups up to let him view her titties for a daring mischievous and oh so brief instance.

Dave nods, "I won't be getting over the BIG D's any time soon. Trust me I'll be back."

With a wink and a thumbs up to Rodney he joins his brother-in-law in the parking lot.

Rodney could only shake his head, "You're insane. I love it!" He moves in closer behind the counter then pockets her bottoms, "I think I'll save these in case I see more spots."

She smirks, "I can't stay bottomless forever, Rodney. Fun as that sounds."

He puckers looking down at her over his eyelids, "About that loss of virginity comment. When?"

She sighs knowing her schedule was well planned out and fidgets, "How about at least a partial loss until I can check out my schedule at home?"

He scratches his head, "Partial loss?"

She nods with a sheepish gaze, then reaches over to feel him still erect. His eyes bulge at her grip as he peers outside to see only Eddie's car leaving. By the time he looked toward the gym she had pulled his shorts down and was stroking him. Pulling him along with her by his monster she sat down on the bar chair and leaned back spreading her legs.

Rodney's eyes couldn't get any bigger. He darted his nervous gaze back and forth between the lot and the members working out. Finally, he gave in as she guided him up to her pussy. She looks up at him, "All yours. Just be bold, Rodney." He took a deep breath and plunged his cock inside her as her expression offered him a disbelief of how big he was. "Oh my God! Godney you're freaking enormous."

Again he examined his view points around him before moving his hips to feel his cock slide in and out of her. He maintained a hesitant rhythm after hearing her gasp loudly and expel a shrill whine.

He loved the friction. Her G-spot loved his crown.

Finally, he said, "No partial loss. I'm fucking you start to finish right here."

She winced and moaned with his continual pumping. Managing a, "Fuck me Godney! Start to finish! Don't care what's around us."

He closed his eyes to savor her warm soaked pussy. She closed her lids to live off of the sensations. The world around them ceased to exist.

Rodney was determined to cum for a fourth time. In a moment of bold inspiration Rodney opened his eyes to watch her tits jiggling with his thrusts. A sly grin later he reached under her and untied her top removing it and tossing it over the counter. She hadn't even noticed in her state of brewing ecstasy. Her moans were mounting up to a level that was impossible to ignore. Luckily, most everyone in the gym were wearing headsets for music. This gave Rodney the confidence he needed.

"Damn this pussy feels good. Moan louder, I DARE YOU!"

Her eyes bolt wide to stare him in the eyes. A moment of silence just before the storm.

"OHHHHHHHH FUCK! RAM THAT COCK IN ME! FUCK ME LIKE THE SLUT MY MASTER EXPECTS ME TO BE! POUND THAT PUSSY RODNEY! LET ME HEAR YOUR BALLS SLAPPING MY THIGHS."

That encouragement made him smile brightly as he took a moment to look out over the members. Not one of them even looked their direction. Freaking Awesome!

His thrusts became more fierce as his hands squeezed her tits leaving his prints in her tanned flesh. Harder and harder he stabbed into her. Her moans shaking the glass around them.

"ROOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDNNNNEEEEEEY! MAKE ME CUM ALL OVER THAT COCK!"

His boldness was swelling for conquest. All these past two weeks he had fantasized over this woman. Of the things he would do to her. Inspiration rambled through his clouded judgment. Finally, he reaches under her and picks her up in his arms. Just strong enough to properly carry her weight. She cooed under him as his cock in it's girth never once slipped out.

Looking around him he walked backwards to a big glass window facing the gym and all of it's members. Careful to note onlookers he propped her backside against the thick pane and fucked her while risking being seen.

"DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO RODNEY. CARRY ME RIGHT OUT THERE AND FUCK ME ON THE CARPET IN FRONT OF THEM." She huffs heavily with moistened eyes from the pleasure he was giving her. With a trembling reaction she reaches up to palm his face for a dedicated stare.

"RODNEY? I DARE YOU!!!!!"

His eyes bulge as he drifts from her temptation to the outer gym. Finally, he picks her up and cradles her in his arms. Her own arm's wrap around his neck, her legs about his waist. The feeling was amazing.

Standing tall he stepped around the counter and moved to the threshold of the gym. Surprisingly nobody was being that observant. He surveyed the area and noticed the tarp covering the new wing. There were two tarped over entrances to the outer room. If he could just make it over there.

He trudges with his boxers and shorts around his ankles toward it as fast as he could shuffle. Reaching the tarp he barely escaped being caught by one of the women members. Fanning his way under the tarp concealed him from the gym's direct view.

Only one problem.

"Hey Guys? Look who the cat dragged in."

The Construction crew stopped their jobs to spot the couple.

Stan shook his head as Candi still moaning, flirtingly waved at him.

She then returned her attention to Rodney leaning in to nuzzle his ear, "DON"T STOP, FINISH THIS THE WAY YOU WANT IT TO. IGNORE THEM. FUCK ME AND MAKE ME SCREAM BLOODY MURDER."

He closed his eyes and tuned everything out as he propped her against the wall. Thrust after thrust she howled and trickled pleasure all over her ass cheeks.

Craig onlooking admired the kid and had a moment of inspiration. He took a bit of tarp and covered rolls of insulation that was soft and cushy. Then he walked over to tap Rodney into reality, "Hey Kid? I made you two a bed. Go lay her down and make us all proud." Rodney nodded and moved her to the rolls and carefully laid her down on to them. The perfect bed he got bolder and reached out to grip both of her ankles like a vice and pried her legs as wide as they could go. Leaning back proudly he thrusts harder than ever. Her arms reached out over her body to touch his abdomen. The sight of her huge tits mashed together and her eyes unfluttering and steadfast kept him eager to please.

Her moans were deafening. So deafening that Horace took a peek out into the gym to make certain there were no curiosity's building up. Puckering he shakes his head, "Some deaf Motherfuckers."

Rodney felt his body mounting up for another detonation. Her squeals were becoming more shrill than ever. Less screaming and more tense whines. She turns purple in the face as Rodney moves more rapidly.

Stan moves in beside Candi crouching down. He looks up at Rodney, "Don't freak out! I'm here to help make this more intense. Trust me, Kid."

Understood, Stan plants his left palm on her lowest abdomen and presses down on her. This forced her G-spot lower and susceptable to a deeper pleasure. She felt the increase instantly as her gaze darted between Rodney and Stan.

Then, with his right hand Stan reached in to rub on Candi's clit. In seconds her eyes rolled back. Between Rodney's crushing thrusts and Stan's vigorous clit massage she was going to orgasm like never before.

Her final gasps led to uncontrolled flailing of arms and mucles. In a resounding scream she exploded all over Rodney's cock, frothing all around it. Stan's fingers showed his crew a webbing of cum on his fingers. He looks up at Rodney struggling, "Keep it up Kid. Don't let up. If she faints she faints."

Rodney fought her legs thrashing in his grip as she mounted another scream that sounded painful. Hesitant a moment Rodney quickly found Candi's glare and reaching arms telling him to conquer her.

Gritting his teeth he found a renewed strength. Combined by Stan's help and newcomer Horace who stepped in behind the kneeling Rodney. "Stay cool Bro. Keep fucking."

Ignorant of Horace, Rodney was obsessed with Candi's attempt at eye contact. He hadn't realized that Horace was fingering Candi's ass. This new attentiveness fried Candi's mind. There were no more pleas. No more reality. Just one more maddening orgasm.

With this new set of quakes. Rodney snarls and plunges his hardest just as he dominates her insides with a flood of jizz.

Exhausted yet refraining from letting go of her ankles, he leered at her like an angry God. He was Godney after all. Final quivers and ending thrusts Rodney pulls out carrying his flood with him. Stan and Horace swiftly move away to join their stunned crew.

As Rodney fights to stand he looks around him in a moment of terror. What had he done? In front of all these people. He was out of his mind.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his calf. Looking down at Candi he turned flush. She had slid from their makeshift bed to the ground. Trying to crawl up but her orgasm's had numbed her balance. In her stance Rodney dropped down to hold her, "I'm sorry, Candi. If I hurt you."

She lays on his shoulder gasping then pats his chest, "You might need to hurt me more often, Godney. That was beyond incredible."

Stan, Craig, and Horace chimed in, "He had a little help."

She sighes, "God's three Wisemen. Somebody go get my clothes. At least Rodney has his shorts."

Moments pass until the crewman "Wendell Friar" brought her her bikini.

Standing with help she dresses. Pausing as Rodney steps away, Candi whispers, "Anyone get video of that?"

Craig lifts his cell, "Wasn't going to miss that show for nothing. ScrUTube here you cum."

She sighs shaking her head as she gives her cell number to him to spread amongst them.

Stan chuckles, "You gave it to us earlier."

Confused by her encounter she shakes her head, "Oh, Yeah!'

Focusing on her walking she made it through the tarp into the outer room. Looking about she notes three of the male members eying her with winks and puckered kisses. She glances around her for another thumbs up. Smiles erupt as she taps her ear then points to each of them for affirmation that they heard. Each nod yes she then zips her lip at them. They return the motion in favor.

Finally she makes it to the front desk to find Rodney sitting in the chair. Moping.

"Why so glum you just cum. Four times unless I lost count." She raised her brow leaning on the counter in front of him.

He looks up, "I wasn't myself. It was like i was possessed. I couldn't stop fucking you." She fidgets, "And, that's bad? Give that demon my number. Rodney, don't shut yourself down. I'll be the first person to tell you that if I wasn't married and owned I'd keep you for myself."

His eyes grow dark and squinting, "You're married? So, now your jealous Husband shoots me? Thanks a lot."

She shrugs, "He does own an M-16 and a Rocket Launcher. He's in Iraq, Rodney. And, believe it or not I have open permission to do as I want. And, if you want me you better fuck the shit out of me whenever I feel sociable."

"So, now I'm a puppet to your needs?"

"No. You hold the strings. My husband holds the machete. I won't deny you after that experience. Just please understand I can't fuck every second of every day."

He nods with a glare.

"You going to fuck those Guys too?"

"Oh, Yes. All six of them. Don't think bad because I'm a nympho. Besides I do whatever my Husband orders me to do. Can you accept that?"

Again he nods with a troubled mind.

"I lost my virginity."

She smirks, "And, gained a fuck buddy. Let's get back to work. I have guys to tease. Lean over here and kiss me on the lips. With passion."

He hesitates then does as offered. Her lips were soft and yearning. Still trembling from her mass orgasms. She parts lips and whispers, "Can I worship you, Godney?"

Her fluttering eyelashes make him chuckle, "Fucking "A"!"

"I'll take that grade and add a plus."

She then drifted away leaving Rodney to create more fantasies.

Poor Godney!

I, Candi Ch. 15: Hush Up

Eddie Bennet had a busy morning. He had traipsed on foot over the last three block radius to read each and every homes water meter. Documenting the usage before journeying onward to the next residence. Today his normal routine journey got a whole lot more interesting. Glancing at his clipboard while making his way behind a large Victorian style mansion he checked the meter first. Then, done scribbling numbers he freezes in his step. Through the corner of his eye on this bright and blistering hot day he would discover the current resident of the said house.

His job was all about addresses not names. Very few customers were known to him. A house was a house. This home however was going to be fresh on his mind each and every month from here on until retirement.

Carefully turning toward the glimmer in his eye he spots a very familiar, face. Okay body. Face came later. He was a red blooded American male after all. He wipes the sweat from his brow and leers over the rim of his sunglasses.

Eying the beautiful Candi Palmer as she was sunbathing in her backyard made him sweat even harder. He recalls the last week seeing her at the Fitness Center wearing dental floss bikini's. Not today however. Today, Candi was forsaking all tan lines. Au Naturale!

There she was basking and baking suspended between a cradle of metal piping that held a net hammock. Primed perfectly away from the backyard shade. She was already golden the last time he had seen her. Now she was preparing to become bronzed. Eyes sealed against the blinding rays of the sun she had no clue that she was being watched.

Eddie rubbed his chin cautiously before moving silently through the grass for a better look. As he got closer he was mentally interrupted by a large moving truck on the side street. The truck screeched it's air brakes in front of the driveway to the large home just over Candi's privacy fence. The nauseating sound forced Candi's eyes open to see what had caused it. That was when her squinting first discovered Eddie.

She sat up on her elbows to face him with an odd grimace of surprise. "Eddie?"

He waved faintly and lifted his clipboard, "Checking the water meter. I always wondered who lived here."

Candi rolls into a sitting position with her legs dangling from the hammock, "This house used to belong to Damian's Grandmother. When she passed away we inherited it. How's Ellen?"

Eddie fidgeted thinking to himself, "Wow! Ruin my day asking about my wife." Then, verbally replied, "Doing great. Do you always sunbathe nude?"

She glanced behind her noticing movement between the wooden planks of the fence and timid talking. She then reverts her attention back to Eddie, "New neighbors. That house has been vacant for two years since Mister Simpson died. His kids must have finally sold the property. I hope they're easy going. I would hate to lose my freedom over complaining neighbors. So far, Mrs. Gainer next to me hasn't noticed my personal loss of inhibitions. It's soooooo hot out here. Thirsty, Eddie? I can make you a glass of Sun tea."

He grips the back of his neck and nods, "That sounds awesome. I'd appreciate that."

She then stands up in all of her glory to face him, pointing with her right hands thumb toward the rear of her property, "Pull up some shade tree I'll be right back."

He watches her prance across the yard wiggling her fanny without even trying to tease him. Climbing the steps of her wooden deck she reaches a set of French doors leading to her kitchen. Opened, she vanishes closing the door behind her.

Outside Eddie swiftly pulled out his cellphone and dialed his Brother-in- Law.

"Dave! You will never guess where I'm at right now." He brightens up with hesitant pride, "I'm in Candi Palmer's backyard. She's sunbathing naked. Dear God, I'm fighting a woody. She just went inside her house to get me a glass of iced tea. Ohhh, she's coming back out here wearing the same sweat she went in with. I'll wager on that. I'll try and sneak a picture if I can. Gotta go!"

As he hangs up to stand vigil, within the house Candi pours tea from a huge sun tea jar into a glass of ice. She peers out her window noting him trying to look casual. She frowns turning her attention to the hidden camera on her kitchen wall. One of four cameras well disguised to capture her every angle.

"Poor Eddie!" she thinks to herself, "If he only knew that there are cameras outside too. Luckily for me they're inconspicuous. I would hate for him to realize it and feel trapped. His wife Ellen can never know that he's over here admiring me so comfortably. Our secret, Eddie!"

Finishing with pouring his tea she notes movement from the home on the other side of the fence. A young woman estimated to be slightly younger than Candi herself stood out on a balcony that joined to a second floor level Master bedroom within the home. She had raven colored hair that sported gentle curls which dangled to her neckline. Not too long , not too short. Her skin was pale but very lovely. Candi smiled, her new neighbor was beautiful.

Gritting her teeth Candi realized that if she went outside now that the girl would see her. She didn't want to make a bad first impression not knowing them. She took a deep breath and knew that Damian would tell her to get out there without shame. Nodding to her inner demon she proceeded to the sliding glass doors and returned to her back deck.

"Here you go Eddie. Nice and cold." Candi looked up toward the girl who immediately spotted her and smiled. A gentle flutter of a wave from her fingers made Candi less stressed out. The girl appeared to not be offended. With a returned wave Candi heard a shrill whistle from within the home. Noting it the girl waved even harder goodbye before disappearing inside. Candi puckered and moved toward Eddie, "That went well. The girl next door just waved at me and smiled. I wonder what the rest of her family is like."

Eddie peered over his shoulder toward the fence, "I don't know. My kind of job I never know whom lives where. It's all house numbers too me. Anyways, you were telling me why you seem so different these days?"

She sheepishly grins, "I was? Okay, Damian wants me to be a slut. Anymore questions?"

He nearly snorts tea from his nostrils mid-sip, "Slut? Why? You're too cute to become something most folks despise. Not that I'm complaining about your changes."

Candi smiles with a giggle, "So, how is Dave coping with his Big "D"?"

Eddie shrugs, "Okay, I guess. Starting your life over at 38 isn't easy. He gave up everything for Wanda. Literally! He walked away with the clothes on his back, a TV, and a microwave. She got a four bedroom house, a new car, and a boyfriend that just moved in. Sounds like a Country song. Go figure!"

With a frown Candi pouted, "So sad! I'm happy he has a Brother-in-law as generous as you are. To let him move in with you and Ellen must be awkward."

"Yea. Ellen's not happy with it but, I couldn't let him live in his truck. It's only until he figures out his next move. Anyway, can I ask you for a favor?"

She raises an eyebrow, "No! You can't fuck me, Eddie. I could never do that to Ellen."

He in turn is taken back beginning to tremble, "That wasn't what I was getting at. I would NEVER cheat on my wife. Standing here talking to you like this is as far as I would go. Geez!"

She reaches out chuckling to pat his arm, "Calm the BP, Eddie! I was joking. Let me guess? You want me to go out on a date with Dave?"

Eddie puckered in thought, "Your husband wouldn't want you to date. No, I was just thinking maybe just keep him company some. To give Ellen and I some free time together, if you know what I mean."

"So, date him but not date him? I'm certain Damian would tell me to rock his world. If he behaves I guess I could go have a drink with him sometime." She suggests as Eddie's face lights up, "Great! So how do we suggest this without him knowing I'm trying to set you up?"

Candi ponders then reaches out to claim Eddie's chilled glass of mostly ice. She then poses with it between her squeezed together tits. "Take a cell picture and send it too him. With the caption text, "Big T's between Big D's. Care to have a drink with me sometime?" T's as in a capital letter T with a multiple meaning. As in Teasing without the "Easing. You get the idea? Here take the photo before my nipples get frostbite. I'll type the text."

Eddie swiftly pulls out his cell and snaps the picture showing her afterward for a giggling approval. Once saving the picture she handles the cell and words her text adding it to the photo, "There! Send it. Then, you better get back to work. I need to finish my sunbathing before the sun moves south."

Seconds later Eddie sends the picture and ponders, "I guess I better delete this pic in case Ellen ever gets nosey. Darn shame." Candi fidgets, "Well, now that you know my address you can come by each month and see it in person. I promise that even in winter you can at least see me naked. No touching though. Deal?"

Eddie shakes his head, "I gotta go before I can't keep my hands outta my pants. Have fun baking those cookies."

As he turns away Candi snickers realizing he meant her areolas as cookies. "Bye, Eddie! Let me know what Dave says. Come by the gym before Friday. Saturday, I'll be in St. Louis."

He waves his clipboard in the air as acknowledgment then disappears around her home. Once gone Candi sets the glass on her deck then returns to her net hammock to bask in the sun's rays. She knew that she needed to tan her backside and carefully rolls over to lay face down. The heat felt delicious. She could almost fall asleep.

Losing track of time in her unexpected slumber Candi's eyes flutter open at an unexpected coolness on her lower back. She leans up on her forearms shocked as her head leers over her shoulders. Her jaw drops wide at the sight of the young woman from the balcony standing over her with a finger to her lips. The darting of her eyes back and forth between she and the fence line concerned Candi.

"Ummm, Hello."

The girl lifted a bottle of suntan lotion for Candi to see then points toward the sun. Candi realized that the woman had dribbled oil on to her back. The raven haired beauty again placed her index finger to her lips to tell Candi to be quiet.

Candi honored the girls request as her new neighbor motioned her to lay back down. Swiftly the young woman applied more oil along Candi's spine as Candi pulled her long blond locks from being in the way. The girls hands rolled all over Candi's back and shoulders before going south and coating her legs and bare ass. Even going so far as the recesses of the crack of Candi's ass.

Once done the girl knelt down beside Candi and warmly smiled before standing up and racing away. Candi shivered at the craziness of it all. She didn't even know the girls name.

After an hour more in the sun Candi decides that she had sizzled enough and rolled out of her hammock stepping cautiously through the grass toward her deck. Then, came a deep voice behind her.

"Her name is HUSH."

Candi swiveled in her step and noticed up on the neighboring balcony a large man with chiseled clean shaven features and a frown. He had a dark crew cut hairline and steel grey eyes. Well muscled behind a black polo shirt.

Candi shivered in his gaze.

"Hi! I'm Candace. Is Hush your daughter?"

The man merely offered an amused expression before turning away and disappearing into the house.

Again Candi shivered, "Wow! It's daylight he can't be a vampire. Still, my new neighbors have got to be the Munster's."

Twenty minutes expire as Candi takes a hot shower and dons a towel which she tied around her. Making her way downstairs she hears her stomach growl, "Easy there, Filly. I guess I haven't even eaten breakfast. Here it is 1:30 in the afternoon." She goes back into her kitchen and admires her barren pantry and fridge.

"Note to self. Grocery shop." She closes her fridge and spots a flier attached to her freezer door for a local Pizzeria. "Hmmmmmmm! Last time I had pizza was when Joe ordered in after we got back from St. Louis." She giggles to her memories, "That poor pizza guy. I bet he's terrified of this address. I wonder?"

Retrieving the pizza ad she found her cell phone and dialed the pizza place, "Hi. I'd like to order a pizza. Large Supreme. No drinks. Do you need my address? Ohhh, phone line GPS? Cool. Hey, I have a question. Who's delivering for you today? Donny? Is he that tall guy with blond hair and goatee? Yea, that's him. He delivered last time I ordered. Why do I ask? I meant to ask him if he and I went to high school together. He looked familiar is all. I can ask him when he delivers. $22.00? Sounds good. Thank you. Twenty minutes. Got it. Bye."

Hanging up she bites her lower lip in mischievous thoughts. Finally her escape to the past made her jump when hearing the moving van from behind the house pull away. Peering out her window to watch the van disappear on to the street in front of her house she gets a brilliant idea and redials the pizza place. "Hi it's me again. Can I add another large Supreme? $44.00. No problem. Thanks again."

Twenty three minutes later the doorbell rings and she opens up to see the man, Donny with hesitant eyes, "No reason to panic. My dad won't be coming home early this time. It's just you and I. Can you bring the pizza's inside while I get you your money?"

Cautiously, he admires her in her towel. Smiling at him she turns away to stride up her staircase while he sets the pizza boxes on her coffee table. His attention returned toward her as she stopped mid staircase to look at him and utter, "Oopsie!"

Her towel fell off leaving her standing there naked. He grinned from ear to ear then stepped over to the bottom of the staircase to view her stunning backside. He watched as she bent over to pick her towel up and look at him between her legs.

"I can't quite recall where I put my money? Care to help me look for it in my bedroom?"

He raced up the stairs almost immediately forcing her to laugh and dart up the stairs to avoid early capture. An immediate right ended both of them in her bedroom. She dove on to her mattress as he halted at the doorway to look around and see a photo of she and Damian together on a dresser. "Who's the guy?"

She fidgeted never even thinking he would be this observant. Puckering she wagged a finger at him, "A man 10,000 miles away. Don't let him scare you. I'm allowed to do whatever I want."

Donny squints, "And your Dad?"

"My father-in-law actually. My real Dad lives in Belleville. My father-in-law is at work and to my knowledge won't be dropping by any time soon. Before was very unexpected. I'm sorry about that. Please don't be afraid. I'm trying to make this up to you."

He looks at his watch, "I've got two more pizzas in my car to deliver. Whatever has to be fast."

She in response pats the bed, "Lay down."

Joining her he stretches out and watches her remove his pants and pull out his seven inch cock. She hovers to his right as she begins stroking him, "Nice pepperoni, Pizza man. Give me ten minutes to make up for the last time. You can always come back over another day. Fair enough?"

He nods as her hands grip him tighter and stroke him more feverishly. As he felt his nerves twitch and throb she smiles and leans down to lick his crown. Followed by removing one of her hands to trail her nails up his belly. She then swallowed three inches of his dick. Long feverish suckles made him tense up and shockingly explode into her mouth. She continues sucking on his cock as her throat muscles swallow his jizz.

Finally, she pulls away and licks her lips. "Now let me give you a new topping."

She straddles his waist and slides her pussy over his crown and guides him inside her as she drops her palms to each side of his shoulders. Looking directly into his eyes she rides his girth with shallow rhythm. "How's that feel, Donald?"

He hisses mid laugh, "I can't seem to find that address. It might take me a few minutes. My GPS doesn't have a signal for some reason."

Candi giggles and rides him harder as his hands reach around to grip her ass cheeks. In a growl he rolls her over and grabs her calves to re- penetrate and fuck her missionary. Five long minutes he pounds at her thighs hearing her moans cry out loudly. She cums all around his cock as he notes her warm intrusion over him. Nodding he growls, "Ohhhhh, Yea! Bitch you are sooooo freaking HOT!"

She smiles trembling, "Bitch? Make that Slut!"

He puckers chuckling, "I can do that. Slut you are soooooo freaking HOT."

"Much better. Now go deliver your pizza's. I'll order a pizza when I'm free for you to come over and continue this. Deal?"

"Free pizza on me! Every time. Least I can do." He gasps as he stands up to get dressed. She lays back rubbing her clit for him to watch her. He shivers with a snarl, "Man, I needed that. Thanks."

"So did I. I apologize about last time. Again. Trust me it won't be a problem. I promise that you can fuck me again and again if you like. Just promise me it's on my terms. No unexpected visits, okay? Your money is on the kitchen table. Get it on your way out. Bye for now, Donny."

He nods, "Sounds good to me. I'll be waiting."

With a final admiration of her beauty he moves through the house then out the front door.

Candi smiled up at the hovering cross view of the five different cameras in her bedroom, "I love you, Master!"

She then fingered herself to cum once more.

Thirty minutes later she had cleaned up and decided what to wear, a white button down shirt over a pink bikini top and a pair of cut off jeans that expressed her butt cheeks with a visible appeal.

A swift primping at her hair she raced downstairs and grabbed one of the pizzas.

Darting out her front door in sandals she walked around her house and down the concrete sidewalk leading to her new neighbors large house. Swallowing hoarsely she climbed the wood steps leading to the front door and rang the doorbell.

Telling herself, "Mockingbird Lane here I come."

After the third ring the man from the balcony opened the door to greet her without expression. Candi held up the pizza in front of him smiling brightly, "Welcome to the neighborhood. Candace or Candi if you don't recall." He merely stares at her face never wavering, "I thought maybe you and Hush might be hungry after moving in."

Behind him she spotted Hush from across the room waving gently as before but immediately looking down at the floor to avoid the eye contact of the man turning around to see her.

With a sigh the man returns to face Candi, "I appreciate the gesture...Candace or Candi. We're rather busy unpacking at the moment as you can see." He hesitates then takes a step back, "Come on in. Ignore the mess."

Candi takes a deep breath and steps over the threshold to let the man shut the door. As he opens the pizza box he inhales the scent, "Hush, get us some paper plates and napkins."

The girl shuffles away into the kitchen leaving them alone. He then closes the box to stand facing Candi, "My name is Gunner. I hope Hush didn't startle you too much earlier. She doesn't know that I saw her over in your yard. She can be rather inquisitive."

Candi nods, "No problem. It was nice of her to wake me up actually. Or, I might have been burnt bad. Is Hush her real name?"

"The ONLY name she knows. In case you haven't gathered the girl is quiet. Not mute or deaf, just quiet."

Candi creases her brow, "It's not for me to pry. I hope you don't think I'm here to create problems."

He smirks, "No problems I can't handle."

She returns his smirk, "Good! I was kind of worried my ummm--free spirit lifestyle might offend you."

"We all have lifestyles. Yours is yours. Ours is Mine." Hush returns with paper towels and plates as Gunner sits the pizza box on a short bookcase. He then takes a plate and places two slices on it before handing it to Hush.

"Go eat!"

Hush claims her plate and before leaving sneaks a pecked kiss to Candi's right cheek. Candi in turn holds her cheek giggling as she watches Hush leave the room and race up the staircase. "Wow!"

Gunner nods, "She's a loving kid."

Candi frowns for a moment, "Okay? Is Hush your daughter? Girlfriend? Niece?"

Gunner takes a bite from a slice and mulls it over before answering mid swallow, "Pet!"

Candi lowers her voice and her profile, "Pardon?"

He finishes his chewing then grunts, "You heard right. I said Pet."

"As in household pet? Crazy."

Gunner grunts tossing his pizza crust back on to the remaining pie, "Like I said we all have our own lifestyles."

Candi ponders this with her fingers over her lips, "I'm going for broke here and prying. I know I said I wasn't here for that. And, I wasn't. Until now that is." She inhales deeply then exhales, "Are you her Master?"

He merely stares at her until she shivers in his gaze. Candi then lowers her own eyes to whisper, "My husband is my Master. I can relate."

Gunner chuckles, "Master? I see no collar. No ring."

"Damian, my Master, told me to remove the wedding ring. Until he returns home I wear his oath around my neck. He's in Iraq."

Gunner's eyebrow raises, "Iraq? I spent six years there. Two in Afghanistan. Those places can change a man."

"I can see that. Damian was what I define as normal before getting deployed. Why does Iraq change a man?"

Gunner rubs his chin, "Men over there own their families. Wives are covered head to toe, faces and bodies are rarely seen. Same for daughter's. They obey anything and everything. In their cases depending on religious values they keep their wives sacred to themselves. Somehow, I don't think your husband follows those values." Candi chuckles, "Yeah, as you can tell Damian is the opposite. I'm not allowed to wear much. The clothes I'm wearing now is as much as I've worn in three weeks. The next time you see me I might be in a G-string bikini or less. I just felt that it would be more appropriate greeting you guys in person wearing clothing."

Gunner smirks, "Your Master, his decisions."

Candi offers a faint smile, "I'm still learning. It's been difficult without Damian here to officially teach me. I can only learn through e-mails or phone calls. I love my husband very much. I take pride in what makes him happy."

"As it should be. Experience is a necessary beast." He concurs.

Candi fidgets in a moment of silence, "Would it be out of line if I asked you for advice? Lessons on how to be a slave?"

Gunner closes his eyes and steps back to the door, opening it, "Your first lesson is simple. OBEY YOUR OWN MASTER! Not another. Until we meet again."

Candi drops her jaw and feels lousy all of a sudden. She starts to apologize then senses that he didn't want her to. Instead she whispers, "Tell Hush I said goodnight. Again, welcome Neighbor!"

He ushers her out with his closing of the door leaving her saddened by her own selfish desires to learn. Walking home she cuts through her backyard and peers up at the balcony of Gunner's home. Out on the balcony stood Hush with a tear streaking down her cheek. Candi began to shed a tear of her own. She had hoped to make a friend. Now it might never be possible.

In a swift reply Candi blew Hush a kiss then waved goodbye before stepping to her French doors. One final look back she saw Hush with Gunner standing beside her with his hand clutching her throat from behind. Hush could only smile back faintly. Gunner stared Candi down and then turned both He and Hush to step inside.

Candi rolled her eyes at herself, "Next time just Hush up, Palmer."

I, Candi Ch. 16: Work Related

Mark and Earl Sterling sat together in Earl's office going over the books. Finances were more Mark's expertise seeing as it was He whom came in to bail out his father's financial struggles over the last few years. Finally coming to a realization Mark sits back in his desk chair to look over at Earl across the office.

"Do you realize that we've had twelve new memberships just this week? Business is picking up." The elder Sterling relaxed in his recliner with an amusing look, "Now you can pay for that damned new addition in progress. You keep adding things to it and we may need two hundred new members."

Mark rolled his eyes, "Trust me Dad, the new wing is going to pay itself off in no time. And, just think you get that spacious new office and I can tear out the wall between our offices for a bigger room."

Earl fidgets, "Do we really need soundproof walls? One way glass windows? What are we opening here an interrogation room?"

Mark chuckles, "Well, for starters the new Massaging room requires privacy don't you think? They can see out but nobody can see in. Trust me the novelty will win people over."

"You think so, huh?" grumbles Earl, " Do you realize that we could get fined if people realize our cute little future Masseuse isn't even licensed?"

"Candi agreed to resume classes and get her degree once Damian gets back from Iraq. You know the girl doesn't drive and these kind of courses can't be taken online. Besides, now that you and I have agreed to let Candi be more open here at the gym I would say that it's she who has increased our memberships. Just look at our Contractor's, they all joined. She's gold and we're the prospector's."

Earl holds his breath thinking of the other day when Candi sat in his lap topless then allowed him to jerk off in private. His hormones were kicking in just thinking about it. That sexy yellow bikini was magic. "Yeah, I like gold. She's certainly a nugget."

Mark creases his brow, "Calm yourself Old Timer. I don't need to pay for a pacemaker."

With his accounting book shut Mark stands up to stretch, "I'm going to step over to the new wing. See how Craig and the guys are coming along. Take a nap I'll be back later."

Earl huffs, "Little snooze sounds good. Don't wake me until lunch."

Mark in turn shakes his head.

Stepping out of Earl's office he closes the door tightly then cautiously moves to his own office sealing the door. Once inside he goes to a cabinet that held a video surveillance of the gym and it's lobby. He had heard rumblings on the down low about Candi's extra curricular activity the other day. Sifting back through a rewind he stops cold and turns pale. There was Candi and his employee Rodney fucking right there at the front lobby counter and then moving from there directly in front of the gym members working out. Escaping behind the veil of the new wing. There were no cameras hooked up out there but he knew for certain the Contractors had witnessed their frolicking. "Holy shit! Dammit, Candi." He then proceeded to rewind further back to witness her stripping in the back room and talking to one of the Contractors and going into the shower room. There was Rodney sneaking in , then minutes later his entire roster of Contractors. Mark quickly covered his face with both hands, "She's insane. Damian old Buddy you created a monster. Who am I kidding, I'm freaking Igor. I let this come this far. If the wrong person see's any of this I'm gonna get shut down." He glances at his watch then shuts the camera's monitor off. Closing his cabinet he decides to lock it before leaving the room.

Outside his office now he moves between the hand full of members working out and heads to the front lobby. There sat Rodney Larsen gazing out the window. Mark could only glare at the boy at first, "Where's Candi? She running late again?"

Rodney swallows hard then points out the front door. Mark stepped over in front of the glass and peered out to see Candi Palmer running toward the gym. This time wearing a white bikini that was skimpier than the one she had worn to work days earlier. His jaw dropped as he watched her massive breasts whipping about barely contained by the bikini top. Amazed he noted a twitch behind his jeans. He winced and tried not to think about the fact that He and Lisa were having intimacy issues as of late.

Sideways he stepped as she reached the door and opened it from the outside. She smiled brightly at them as her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the gym compared to the sunny outside. "Hi Mark! Hi Rodney!'

Rodney merely waved and hung his head low. He had a feeling they were in trouble by the look in Mark's expression. Mark looked Candi in the eye's then lowered his vision to look at her breasts, "First off I can see your nipples through that top. Areolas are visible. Aren't you going a little too far, too fast?" He then looks down between her legs and frowns, "Seriously?" He leans in to whisper in her ear, "Are you crazy? That bikini bottom is so snug I can see your freaking pussy lips. Not to mention your pubic hair is visible over the top of it."

Candi fidgets, "Barely! You can't deny that you like it." He grimaces, "Do NOT make me regret letting you do this shit on business hours."

He then turns his attention toward Rodney, "Do you want to work here?"

The young man perks up, "Yeah!" uttered awkwardly.

"Then, I would advice both of you to stop fucking in my gym. Yes, I KNOW! No more warning's Kid. I see that ugly ass on surveillance again you're fired."

Candi rolls her eyes, "Don't blame Rodney. Blame me. I coaxed him into it."

Mark leers back at her, "Regardless. If My Dad finds out he's gonna have a coronary." Shaking his head Mark turns toward Candi, "Just please try to act more responsible. Being sexy and flaunting it is good for business but come on? Little too extreme."

Candi puckers her lips and belts out, "I'm not changing. If I feel I can get away with something I'm going to do it. If you want to fire me right now go for it. You can be the one to tell Damian you did it and why. I'm certain he would be a little bitter about it."

Mark points a finger at her, "This is still my gym. I allow things for the sake of building our business. Damian is a silent partner. I can't invest all this money just to get put out of business by the cops or the health board. A little flashing here and there when it's feasible. Otherwise, just pose for eyes. Nothing more."

Candi folds her arms under her bulging breasts and stands firm, "I told you I'm not changing. Just have faith in me. I will promise no fucking out in the open but that's it. If I feel foxy I'm going to play. Live with it or fire me."

Mark growls and turns around to walk away in a fume. As soon as he's gone Rodney stands up behind the counter with his jaw dropped, "You so own this gym."

Candi smiles sheepishly, "I do don't I."

With a giggle she reaches up and pulls her breasts out for Rodney to see, then just as quickly covers her nipples back up, "I tanned yesterday. Can you tell?"

Rodney nods drooling, "I love this job."

Candi giggles and pulls her top back into place, "Meeeee too."

With a hop leading into a skip Candi leaves Rodney to growl over his growing boner. Into the fitness center she prowled, checking out who was in the area. She notes a pair of middle aged women she didn't recognize. Biting her lip her eyes flair as her skip leads into a mere fast paced walk past them. Before she could leave their sight she overhears, "Isn't that the girl the police arrested at the Huskies football game against the Condors?"

Their continued whispers force Candi to stop with a frown. Twisting on her heel she shuffles over to stand in front of their cardio bikes, "Yes. That was me. I feel horrible about my actions that day. Trust me the Cops read me the riot act. It was a dare and I was stupid to accept it."

The opposite woman faintly smiled, "I hold no grudge, Sweetie. We all make foolish mistakes. It might not have been so bad if there were no young children around to see. You must be careful about that. In the eyes of the law that could be seen as exposing young children to pornography or worse." Candi feels her stomach tighten up, "I realize that now. Officer Roanoke made me very aware of my situation. Luckily for me I've never been in trouble with the law before. My records clean. They gave me a warning. I'm sooooo glad. I do hope you realize that was why I borrowed the Huskie Mascot's pullover dog head. To hide who I was. Unfortunately it was removed before I could get dressed again. I hope you can forgive me."

The first woman who had spoken smirks, "We were your age once. And, believe you me, if I had as lovely of a figure as you have I might have been equally as bold. By the way that is such a cute bikini. What there is of it. Very daring to say the least."

Candi smiles sheepishly, "I know. My boss has already told me that it's a tad see through. I never noticed when I first put it on. Offensive?"

"Martha? Are you offended?" winks one to the other.

"Why no, Caroline. It is a scorcher of a day after all. I think I might reconsider taking a dip in the hot tub though." giggled Martha Wright.

"Bless you, Ladies. It's been nice chatting. Thanks again for not hating me. Now, I'm going to go into the back and fold some towels. Stop by in two weeks when I get to open my Massage therapy center. I'll give you both a free sample."

Both women nod their approval and show their neediness.

With a fluttered wave goodbye Candi turns and rolls her eyes in thought, "Liar! Lord I hate doing that. Had to cover my ass without actually covering my ass. I'm shocked they haven't said anything about the G- string between my ass crack. Definitely not much hidden. If I bend over you can bet my anus would be visible." She then chuckles to herself, "Just what I want the guys to notice."

She hears hammering outdoors and begins to walk toward the tarp area over the new room. Before she could enter she hears a loud clearing of a throat. Looking over her shoulder she spots Mark's father Earl in the office area threshold. He winces at her and uses his thumb to order her in a silent motion toward his office.

Candi bites her lip and carefully shuffles across the room toward him. "Good Morning Early bird."

He steps aside and grumbles, "In my office. NOW!"

Her eyes and nostrils flare wide, "Oh, oh! What did I do this time?"

She rounds the hallway and steps into Earl's office followed by the man of 67 years. Once both were inside Earl slams the door and turns to see her hopping up to sit on his desk. His eyes narrow at her freedom of thought, "That's not a bikini. That's dental floss. When I agreed to let you wear a bikini at work I didn't mean that you show that much flesh. Hell I can see clean through that thing. If I can everybody can."

She wags a finger at him, "Don't go back on your word. You agreed I could wear what I wanted. Even those two ladies out there liked it. If I can get past them I can't think of a single member that might complain."

Earl steps directly in front of her, so close that she is forced to look up into his eyes. She swallows lightly but bats her lashes at him. He scowls and reaches his hands up to plant both of his palms on each of her shoulders. A snug squeeze led to, "I think we need to renegotiate that deal."

She fidgets her lips, "Okay. What type of negotiation? I want my freedom, Earl. I enjoy being sexy, and hearing all the wolf calls."

The old man moves his palms to her neckline where his fingers entangle her tops thin strand of support. She lowers her chin tilting her profile from side to side eying his hands. After a moment she returns her gaze toward his face with a tremble, "Let me guess. You want another massage."

Earl again grumbles, "This time you assist me more."

She stares at him without blinking, "Earl? I adore you, but I don't want our friendship destroyed by this." She feels her strings separate as he guides her top off of her perfect Tits. Sitting there Candi feeling her nipples perk up under the light chill of their release. Her eyes show him concern as she feels his hands move to squeeze her tits.

"Damn nice. I could enforce that you wear sweat suits on the job. I have more to risk losing than you do Kid."

Candi squirms in her seat lightly as he lowers his lips to kiss on her neck.

"Earl, please. No sweat suits. That feels good by the way." He immediately stands erect to share in her gaze. Then, just as swiftly he returns to kissing on her throat forcing her to tilt further back, her hands bracing herself on the back of his desk.

"Earl? Let me continue to dress like this at work. Please."

His hands leave her chest and glide down her waist to her hips. Once there he unties the bottoms strings until she feels them dangle on her thighs. Her breathing became erratic as his kisses on her neckline led to her shoulders.

"Is that a yes Candi, you can wear this bikini at work every day if you want to?" Earl grumbles under his breath as he stands up to reach out and drag his desk chair closer to sit between her legs at the desk. As he sits down firmly he reaches up and lifts her feet to place them on the desks edge. He then pulled the bikini bottom off of her front to droop over the desks side.

Eying her pussy he moves his face in for a dramatic inhalation just before she felt his lips and tongue frolic over her clit and pussy lips. She brings one of her hands around to place it in Earl's hair. Light moans escape her as his tongue flicks repeatedly on her clitoris causing a rash of tickled sensations.

"Ohhhhhh Earl. This is soooo wrong." Candi grits her teeth feeling the stress, " What about your wife? Mark's mom! I told you the other day that what we did was a one time thing. You're going against my wishes and breaking your promise to me."

Earl lifts his face away from her to look up into her eyes, "I own this place, Kid. I can make any rules I want. That sweat suit is looking like a good idea."

She snarls at him and attempts to lower her feet, "Then I quit. I'm not letting you lie to me and take advantage of me like this. Let me up, Earl."

He sits back in his chair letting her calm down. She pulls her strings and bottoms back into place tying one side then the other. He watches her while rubbing his crotch feeling his erection swell beneath his khaki's.

"Stay put." He barks as he stands up to unzip and lower his pants and boxers. Once down he begins stroking his cock in front of her.

Candi remains expressionless, "Is our deal still in place? Can I wear bikini's every day? G-string bikini's like this one."

He snarls while twisting his crown and moves closer toward her until his cock was hovering over her bikini bottom's concealed crotch. He then huffs, "I'm allowed to jerk off over you anytime I feel like it. I expect you to jerk me off now and then too."

She creases her brow, "Once a week I'll watch you jerk off."

He swats his cock directly against her bottom's fabric. She felt the impact on her clit and it spoke to her. Eyes flare up with each collision of cock to covered clit. She whispers, "Damn it Earl."

"Once a week you jerk me off. I get to do this too." His unused hand moves to her left hip and unties her bottoms yet again to peel it down on one side.

Candi hisses at his maneuver as she then feels his cock touch her pubic hair. "Bottoms on, Earl."

He then switches hands to free himself to untie her other string and once more reveal her pussy to his view. He then swiftly moves that same hand to press in on her cleavage to keep her off balance lightly. Earl then slapped his cock directly on to her bare moist clit. This made her gasp as he continued to slap at it a few times before warmly rolling the length of his cock up along her lips.

"Earl, come on! This is a bit too much."

He sneers at her, "Don't stop me and I'll agree to your terms. But, I get to do this every week. Skin on skin. If not, no deal. Wanna quit here, you go right ahead. We can find another Masseuse."

Candi turns pale at his revelation that she was expendable.

He knew she was worried about her choices. This made him realize that control was in his court. Finally, she narrows her eyes, "New deal. I let you do this once a week. We draw up a valid notarized contract stating that I'm the Fitness Center's Masseuse for a minimum of one year. No firing me."

Earl chuckles lightly then moves his crown directly into thrusting position of her pussy. The maneuver made Candi tense up and gasp loudly, "EARL! No!"

"If you expect that kind of deal then I expect to fuck you once a week." She feels his crown start to enter her and she cringes, "Respect Damian! Please."

"Why? Obviously, you don't. You think I don't hear through the grapevine about your shenanigans? I know you've been fucking around on your Husband."

She begins to grow agitated, "Damian knows everything I do. And, you can bet I'll tell him what you're doing. Let's see you explain that to Mark. Better yet your Wife."

He sighs, "Fine wear your damned dental floss every day. Here's my final offer. Contract NO! Verbal agreements only. Once a week we do this and say nothing to anyone. Not even your Husband."

She shakes her head, "I refuse to lie to Damian. He already knows you jerked off over me. He was fine with it. So am I, Earl. I just feel really guilty going any further because of Mark and your Wife. If there's going to be any more deals I make the foundations of it. I'll jerk you off every other week. You jerk yourself off the remaining two weeks. I'll gladly be naked for those days. You can touch me, kiss my neck. Suck my tits. But, no fucking me."

On her last word he slams his cock directly inside her pussy all the way until she heard his ball sack slap her ass cheeks. This made her eyes grow to the size of saucers. He then began thrusting forcing her to hold her breath and fight off moaning, "Earl! Stop this. NO FUCKING!"

"I'm fucking you this one time. I'm sealing this deal. After today I agree to your terms. Now shut up and enjoy it."

She began crying as his rhythm increased and her G-spot began screaming within. She gave in and accepted his theft of her will. Besides it was most likely that Damian would have ordered this at some point. She stopped crying and cupped her bobbing breasts while eying Earl's reddening face.

She could feel his tension mounting and she uttered, "Not inside me, Earl."

A few more thrusts he pulls out and grips her ankle sliding her off the desk to stand in front of him as he jerked off. Swiftly, he forces her to face the desk and bend over it. Within minutes she felt his jizz shower her ass and lower spine.

She let out a low pitch whine at his ejaculation. Even she had to admit that his performance was damned good for his age.

As he finished shaking his cock he taunted her ass hole with the crown. She leered over her shoulder, "No more taking back promises, Earl. After that I get to do anything I want in this Fitness center. Even if that means walking naked at work as long as the crowd doesn't complain. I'm serious! Do NOT go back on your word."

"Naked in front of the members? Are you crazy? I'll lose my license."

She turns to face him planting her palms on his shirt covering his heaving chest, "Already have, Old Timer. Intend to do it again and again. Stop worrying and enjoy all the new memberships. I'll make you and Mark rich in no time."

Earl is taken back when he hears a knock on his office door. "Dad?"

Eyes timid he quickly dresses, as does Candi. Once both attired Earl points at her to keep quiet. She uses her fingers to invisibly zip her lips.

As he opens the door Mark stands there immediately eying Candi who offered a pouty look, "Earl is such a Meany. He bitched me out about my bikini. You guys are buzz kills."

She pushes past Mark to walk out into the gym area. As she moved away Mark noticed the jizz streaks trickling down her bare ass. His hand swiftly slaps his forehead. Turning to his Dad he snaps, "I don't believe you!"

Earl grimaces and slams the door in his son's face. Earl wanted to return to his earlier attempt to take a nap.

Shocked by his behavior Mark stood silent for three minutes then realized he needed to confront Candi. Storming with a clenched fist he found Candi preparing to head under the tarp. He escorted her behind the veil and grabbed her arm.

"What the fuck?"

She merely stares at him innocently, "What?"

Mark then turns her around rather rudely to point at her ass, "Tell me that's not my Dad."

She winks at him, "It's sweat silly. I was sitting in his leather desk chair. He's 80 for Christ's sake." She then moves to face Mark and touches his chest, "I have a question for you though. Why are you holding out? I'm certain Damian told you to fuck me long ago. Why haven't you? It can't be because of Lisa. I'm soooooo much hotter. Younger too."

He turns red and resists yelling. Finally, he shakes his head, "Maybe I'm faithful. Ever think of that?"

She fidgets then presses herself closer dropping her hand to his crotch.

"Better run home and fuck Lisa then. She's obviously got you rock hard just thinking about her."

"You're becoming a bitch, Palmer."

"Blame Damian for my hormones. Silent partner, remember. Now, it's almost lunch time. I'm going out to say hi to the Contractor's."

Mark shakes his head at her, "Please keep your clothes on."

She puckers, "Nope!"

Forcing herself from him she moves to the back door leading outside. Walking out into the grass of the field in the back of the Fitness Center she peers up covering her eyes from the sun's rays. All hammer's stopped pounding once they realized they had an audience. She waves up at the team and blows kisses all around.

All of them echoed their hello's just before Candi spots their ladder. Stepping out of their view they started hammering shingles into place once again. They were caught off guard as she climbed the ladder and carefully joined them on the roof top.

"Hi guys! It's lunchtime. Who wants to feed me?"

"Feed you? surmises Craig. She steps right up to him as he stands at the peak. Then, she reaches down and unzips his jeans, digging in to drag out his cock through his underwear. She immediately crouched down and began sucking his cock.

Craig chuckled and looked about at his cohorts. She stopped after twelve swallows releasing his cock to look around at each of them, " I'm starving so everyone better share their lunches with me. Liquid diet. Oh, and cell cam's please."

They caught on quickly as she returns to Craig's cock suckling on it faster and faster. It took no time at all to fill her throat with his cum. He barely kept from losing his balance as

Horace moved in beside him laughing. Once Craig zipped up Horace watched Candi swallow Craig's jizz and lick her lips dry. That was his cute to whip out his own cock and dangle it over her face. She smiled vibrantly then licked the length of his girth before probing her lips around its circumference. Mad thrusts and hand assists made Horace howl to the sunny sky. Minutes later he too shot a load into her jaws. Sealing his final throes with a kiss she curls her fingers toward Stan and his assistant Nate. Both men stepped to her sides and unzipped their pants lowering them for a bit of freedom. This allowed Candi to squeeze both men's ball sacks, "MMMMM Sack lunches."

She took turns leaning under them to suck and tug at their balls before stepping it up. Moving back and forth between them Candi took turns sucking their cocks. She tried not to laugh as the two men offered each other a high five. After ten minutes both men flooded her mouth leaving her gasping and swallowing every drop. She had to sit down her legs were quivering. Both men zipped up and sat down beside her.

"You're something, Girl." uttered Stan.

"That I am. Don't forget now. You're all coming to my house and fucking me next week. Am I clear?"

Each of them pucker and nod their affirmation. She then points at them, "No solo's. All of you at one time. No being shy. No mercy. Alright?"

Craig huffed, "Like that rough stuff do you?"

She fidgets, "As long as there's no beating the crap out of me. I am to please."

Again they nod sharing multiple chuckles. She then turned her attention toward the remaining two Contractors, "Justin? Bobby? Your turns. Feed me Seymour! and Seymour."

Justin eagerly edged Stan aside and knelt over Candi whipping his cock out and reaching down to grip her by the hair, "No mercy, right now Wench!" He force fed her widening jaw as he fucked her mouth relentlessly. Her gag reflexes kicked in as she turned red choking and spitting up saliva each time he removed his cock. She kept her jaw open to let the saliva web out into view just before Justin plunged deeper down her throat. Five long torturous minutes until Justin fed her more cum than all of the others put together. Cum spewed from her gaping mouth all over her chest and bikini top.

Her eyes refused to stop watering but once she caught her breath she coughed up, "Hell Yea! Now that's what I'm here for."

Bobby loomed behind her awaiting his turn as she wiped her mouth and took time swallowing the whole of Justin's torrent. In his wait Bobby said, "To hell with it."

He then bent over and pulled her to her feet. Once up forced her to plant one foot to each side of the roof's peak. Her bikini bottoms immediately were unlaced and yanked away from her body. Tossed directly at Justin. Moment's later his jeans were to his knees and he ran his hands up her back until he reached her neck. There was when he forced her to bend over while he guided his cock up into her pussy from behind. Mad thrusting forced echoes of ecstasy out over the open field.

"How's my lunch feel, Whore?" Bobby groaned as his thrusting sped up.

She blew strands of her golden mane out of her mouth as she whined and moaned at the top of her lungs. "This Whore loves it! Don't stop. That's the perfect pace. Your crown's hitting my G just right. Goddamn Boy!"

Sweating bullets Bobby slows his thrusting just long enough to peel his t- shirt over his head and feel the freedom. He buried his thumb up her ass cavity to increase her excitement. Maddening bellows ripped from her hoarse throat. His repetition was fierce and on target every time.

"I'm going to cum, Bobby." She echoes as he drowns her pussy with his own jizz as her dramatic flailing shared his cum with her own.

"Fucking Banshee! Now that's a Gourmet Dinner!"

She's pulled back toward him by her hair laying directly in his arms, dick still inside her throbbing. She gasps for air and reaches both of her hands back to caress his profiles. He could feel her absorbing his passions with slowing exhales. "Thank you, Bobby."

He releases her, nudging her toward Justin who hands her the bikini bottoms in his possession. She casually ties the bottoms back on before taking the time to hug each of them. Catching a final breath she points to each of them, "Don't forget to send me your video's. This whore has to get back to work. Lunch hour's over."

Craig carefully escorts her down the peak and holds the ladder steady for her descent. At the bottom Candi looks up and waves goodbye. Peeking out from behind the tarp into the gym she notes a few new faces. Rodney was assisting a newer member on the weights, spotting him. She felt uneasy due to the smell of sex that became pungent over the last hour. Sneaking past everybody she goes into the showers, peeling out of her bikini and showers off the stank. After a ten minute refresher she dried herself and fluffed up her hair. After getting dressed and sprucing herself up with body spray from her locker she heads back out into the gym area.

Parading slowly through the hot tub area she spies upon one of her favorite Horsemen gearing up for their workout. Clarence Johnson alias "Manaconda" had just laid down on his weight bench preparing to power lift a set of barbell's. Huffing in preparation he falters just long enough to feel Candi swing her left leg over him to straddle his crotch. Her hands reaching up to grip the barbell in between his own hands. This left her glorious breasts to dangle down over his chest.

"Horsey! Good to see you."

Clarence's eyes bulge as he looks up directly into her big blue eyes. He stutters faintly, "H-hey, Candi." Eyes lower to her breasts nearly ready to fall out of her bikini top, "Wassup Girl?"

Candi releases the barbell and sits up on his crotch wiggling for comfort, "You Sir, have never texted or called me about this Saturday in St. Louis. Please tell me that you're coming."

He fidgets and offers her an expression of disappointment, "Sorry Candi. I can't make it. And, before you ask why I gotta tell you that Reese can't either. I'm betting Dave and Sam won't be able to."

Candi sits up straight and pouts down at him, "So, you're going to let me go to this club without bodyguards?"

He shrugs beneath her, "Don't blame us. Blame your Ole Man."

Candi's eyes widen, "What? Damian told you guys not to go? Why would he do that? He knows St. Louis is unsafe for a single woman planning on what I am going to do. He's told me so many times." She shares a doubting sneer at Clarence.

The large black man sat up and guided her off of his body to sit on the bench between his legs. Facing her he plants both of his hands on her shoulders. "Don't be mad at us. Mark suggested we not go along with this once Damian told us he didn't want us to interfere. Trust me, I surely wanted to see you pole dance."

Candi's eyes well up in tears and winces, "I can't fail Damian. I WON'T fail my Master. If you guys won't go then I guess I go alone. So be it."

She swiftly slides away from him with a troubled sneer and heads toward Mark's office. At his door she huffs and wipes her eyes with her fingers. She realized that after her rudeness earlier Mark was probably just going to read her the riot act and send her home. After all he knew deep down that his own Father had fucked her earlier. Puckering with trembling lips she turns away and goes to the front lobby. There sat Rodney who noticed immediately that she had been crying. He sits forward leaning on the counter, "You okay?"

Candi shakes her head, "No! But, I'll survive." She thinks about her predicament and realizes that she didn't want to tell Rodney about her mission this Saturday. Instead she changes the subject, "I have new neighbors. Kind of spooky. I offended the Man of the house and possibly scared off any chances of making a new friend of his girl. Story of my life."

Rodney shrugs, "Just go apologize and start again. Maybe the guy will forgive you."

Candi pouts realizing it was becoming harder to avoid crying. The club date meant so much to her. Even Rodney's advice was slipping past her concentration. She turned away from him without a reply and went to stare out the front door.

"How can I go to St. Louis and dance without a bodyguard? I could get killed. Raped even. Of course, with what I intended to do there rape might be a blurred crime. For that matter, I don't even have a ride there now that the Horsemen aren't going. I might as well call Pony and cancel. I'll never get this chance again though. I just know it. God, I need to talk to you, Damian. Hearing your voice will keep me sane."

Without warning she felt two hands clutch her shoulders and squeeze. She froze in her step and feared looking around to see who it was. Finally, she didn't have to. Her boss Mark was the culprit, "Let's talk outside."

Of her own volition Candi nudges open the front door and steps out followed by Mark. It was hot as hell outside yet it was private. She walks toward the shade of the east side of the building and turned to wait on Mark who trod right behind her.

She opted to beat him to the punch, "STOP! Look I'm sorry about earlier. Obviously, you weren't there to know what I had to deal with."

He put his left palm up to her mouth, "Shut up already. I viewed the surveillance video with audio. I know what Dad did to you. I realize you didn't make any scene of it to avoid hurting anyone. Least of all me. You got what you wanted in the end. I understand you wanting to protect my feelings. Dad was in the wrong. It's over and done with. I'll deal with Pop. Let's hope after he and I discuss things concerning Mom that he will straighten up. If not unfortunately there's not much I can do. I won't kill my Mother by telling her what he's like."

She cries even harder now, "I don't want to be the one to destroy your family over this, Mark. Please forgive me. You're right I'm becoming a monster."

He pulls her in for a hug after looking around for potential witnesses and exhales into her hair, "I think we're all guilty of stitching you together Bride of Frankie. Damian started this fire, and we just fanned the flames. I will say this, you really need to slow up on all this sex on the job before word gets out that my gym is some kind of brothel."

She pulls away and swipes the hair from her eyes, "Mark! I don't want to stop. I adore the attention I'm getting. I'll be careful I promise. Just please don't force the issue. Besides that once my parlor is finished it can go behind closed doors. That is why you installed sound proofing and one way glass, right?"

"I did that for privacy. The one way glass was Damian's idea. He thought it might be stimulating to clients if they could see out into the world but nobody could see in." Mark smirked.

"Seeeeeeeeee! I can get down and dirty with guys and they can feel like we're exhibitionists." She tries to laugh while feigning a blush.

"Monster, indeed. By the way, on my way through the gym Clarence told me he mentioned to you that he had to decline going to St.Louis. My fault but the real blame goes to Damian. We discussed the trip and he told me he wanted you to prove yourself fearless. Therefore, this was something you had to do on your own."

She winces at him, "He told me that he never wanted me to go there alone for my own safety. Why the sudden change of heart?"

Mark hisses in thought a moment while looking away. Then once he knew what he had to say he looked her in the eye. "I'm NOT supposed to tell you this, but Damian contacted that club owner. According to Damian he's arranged everything you need but, you're not supposed to know. If you rat me out I'll fire you and hire a Masseuse to replace you. Am I understood, Hooker?"

Her eyes brighten up, "Damian arranged this?" then she offers a saddened look, "Now it won't feel like an adventure. Now I'm even more depressed."

Mark looks at his watch then hesitates while calculating the hours, "You have thirty minutes to catch Damian at his barracks before he goes on duty." Moving to his belt he unclips his cellphone and dials the number from his index as Candi hops up and down gleefully.

As she takes the phone from Mark she leaps up and kisses him on the cheek, "I'll play dumb, I promise."

He nods with a disbelieving expression as he leans against his building. After a pause of rings that finally get a reply Candi brightens up, "Good morning, Baby." On the other end of the line Damian had difficulty waking up and took a moment to comprehend his wife, "Candi? Hey! Why are you calling from Mark's phone?"

She fidgets, "He thought I needed to hear your voice before I went to St. Louis. Concerned I think. I have bad news, I don't have a bodyguard or a ride there. Mark suggested I talk to you about what to do. Should I cancel? Oh, by the way, I LOVE YOU, MASTER!"

She giggles hearing Damian chuckle over the line, "I love you too, Cunt."

"Sooooooo, what should I do? I really detest failing you."

"I know you won't. If you fail me I'll ignore you while I'm home on leave. I'll even go stay at Dad's." He snarled.

"Nooo! I need my Husband! My Sir! My Lord and Master! TRUST ME! I WILL NOT FAIL YOU! EVER! I just need advice on how best to do this safely. You told me you didn't want me to go alone. And, we both know I don't have a driver's license even if you did allow me to risk driving your Jeep."

"The jeep wouldn't make it there and back, anyway. Needs too much work." After a brief exhale of exhaustion he chimes, "I know what I said. After, a lot of thought about it I believe the risk will prove more stimulating. Find a way there. Do what you were told. Deny nothing. Make it home alive." Again he sounds strained forcing Candi to notice but she presumes he was stretching, "Have Mark stop by Planned Parenthood where his cousin works and stock up on condoms. Enforce those above all else."

"Okay! Now what about a reliable cameraman so you get good footage?" She expresses.

"I thought you said this Pony guy was in charge of that."

"Well, yeah! But, neither of us truly know this guy, Damian. SIR! Do I trust him to get this footage and furthermore give it to me to give to you?"

"Chance we take. Now, what's your day been like so far?"

She freezes in her step firstly looking over at Mark before cringing, "Welll! I kind of got fucked on the roof of the new Parlor by one of the Contractors. Cell videos from all angles."

Mark's jaw drops, "Geezus!"

She continues swallowing hoarsely, "I blew the others for lunch. And--I sort of got nailed in Earl's office. Mark's not too happy with me right now." "Earl? You fucked Mark's dad?" Damian at first sounds winded then bursts out laughing.

"Why are you laughing? Mark's miserable."

"He'll get over it! Hey, I have to get ready before the bugle sounds." She hears a grunting tone to his voice that makes her curious but she shrugs it off, "Keep being creative. Adore my Whore!"

"I adore you too, Master."

Just before he hangs up he releases a resounding roar of release.

Her eyes go wide, "Were you masturbating?"

He hangs up just as Candi almost swears she heard a woman's muffled shriek. A moment of pale expression she looks to Mark. Handing him his phone she shivers, "God! That was weird. I'm hearing things I think."

Mark puts his cell away, "Meaning what?"

"Nothing! He's in Iraq. There's no way he could be having an affair over there. Anyways, it sounded like I heard a woman for a second."

Mark's eyes bulge and he shudders, "Yeah! I doubt that. Besides, look what he would be losing if he were."

She smiles sheepishly, "Are you flirting with me finally?"

He turns away to head back inside, "Not even!" As he enters the Gym door his own face turns defeated. He knew way too much.

Later that evening, Candi steps through the front door of her house and collapses on her sofa. She was dog tired from the heat. As she lay there outstretched she hears her cellphone beep on the charging dock where it had been all day. That was the one trouble with wearing string bikini's, no place to stash her cell or keys. She knew her home was safe unlocked due to the cameras installed everywhere. It would incriminate anybody who broke in.

At any rate she forces herself up to grab her cell and check her messages. "Hmmmm! Pony called. No voicemail." Instinctively she redials his number and awaits his voice.

After five rings he answers but over loud music, "You got Pony!"

"Hey Pony! It's Candi. I saw that you called."

He say's something barely audible but as she tried to decipher it the noise level slipped away, "Hey Kid! Sorry I had to hightail it to my office. Too damned loud out there in the club. Yeah, I called to fill you in on progress here and to make sure you we're going to be a no show." She groans under her breath, "I'll be there. I swear. I only need to pin down a ride."

He huffs from a drag on his cigarette, "No problem! Give me GPS directions and I'll have a Limo come get you."

"A limo? Wow! Really? That would be awesome." She bites her lip knowing that the Limo must have been part of Damian's secret deal with Pony.

"Yeah, that way I know you won't keep my customers waiting. I sent out private invitations. If they all show then you're looking at 300 people. Very important people at that. Lots of money to be thrown around. You sure better be worth all this, Kid. I'm going on Kody's recommendation and your word."

"Oh, I'll be worth their time. Do we still have a deal concerning my demands for doing this?"

"Deal's in place. This club will be air tight closed for a private party. The only woman in the place will be you."

"Wait! What about Kody?"

"No Kody! I told my strippers to take the night off on you. After all, the money they lose will be covered by what you make. Right?"

"That part's fine. I already told you any money I make is yours. But, I was kind of hoping Kody and I could play on stage together."

"No can do! Another time maybe. We can all discuss that once we see how this outing goes. For now I need to trust you."

"And, I need to trust you, Pony. Do you promise me I'll be safe in your care? I was just informed that my bodyguards can't accompany me."

"I gave my bouncers the night off too. You're on your own." He gruffly replied.

"What? No bouncer's? What if I get hurt? Or the guys won't behave?"

Pony carefully grumbles, "Should we cancel this?"

She panics inside, "ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!!!!!!"

"You demanded your own set of rules. I demand Mine. My guest's get their money's worth. As the Owner of this joint I can end the night early if it goes beyond the ability to control. That being said, I expect you to endure things until I feel it becomes necessary to intervene. Are we on the same page?"

She trembles, "Yes!" "Good! We'll talk about the rest once you get here. I like surprises."

"At least that's one of us. Am I promised the complete video of all of this?"

"I arranged to get an old Associate from my Porno days to bring in a bigtime Camera. The quality will be incredible. Close-ups won't be blurry. All that good stuff."

"Wow! So for the night I'm the world's next big Pornstar?"

"Jenna Jameson eat your heart out." Pony chuckles.

"Okay! God! I'm getting horny just thinking about Saturday night. I may have to masturbate before bed."

"Why wait? I'm all ears."

Candi's eyes light up, "I do believe I can fulfill that request, Mister Pony."

She untethers her strings on her bikini bottoms and stands up to abandon them. In a moment of inspiration she walks through the house to her French doors leading to the backyard. Flipping on her night light to illuminate her deck she removes her bikini top and tosses it on her counter. She then steps outside on to the deck and lays back on a cushion lawn chase. Spreading her legs slightly she moves wetted fingers from her mouth to her pussy. Moistening her clit she begins massaging it.

"MMMMMM! Mister Pony? Are you still there?"

"Ohhhhh, I'm here!"

"Goody! I had to relocate to my back deck. I felt like being outside. Can I ask you something?"

"Why not! Ask."

"Are you going to jerk off in your Office?"

"Already am, Kid. Now get busy."

"My clit is soooooooo sensitive tonight. Goosebumps everywhere. Do you plan on fucking me Saturday, Mister Pony the Pornstar?"

"Possibly! Maybe, I'll make a come back." He grunts.

"Or, a cum on." She giggles in playfulness.

"Quit talking and start moaning."

She bites her tongue and eyes the lights on in the upstairs bedroom of Gunner and Hush her new neighbors. She notes shadows in the curtains of the door leading to the small balcony attached to the side of the older home. She grins evilly and starts moaning extra loud in hopes to draw attention. Her fingers now probing inside her delicious gapping hole.

She becomes more focused on herself suddenly and begins to yelp and whine. So entranced that she fails to notice Gunner had stepped out on to the deck to smoke a cigarette. He was admiring her brewing intensity and knew by the sound of it she was planning an exhausting orgasm.

For five long minutes she panted, strained, cooed, cried out, and begged to cum through high pitch echoes. Finally, she explodes in her seat squirting all over her cushion. As she hears Pony snarl loudly and relieve himself she merely utters, "Have a good night, Pony. See you, Saturday. I'll e-mail you, directions through Kody."

Hanging up she turns her attention upward toward Gunner who could only be seen in the dark through the cherry of his lit cigarette. He had since turned out the bedroom light.

She continued rubbing her soaked pussy as she calls out, "I'm sorry if I offended you, Gunner. I'm a baby in this Master's game. I know so little. All I was hoping for was a bit of help in understanding things better."

Silence!

She shivers and burrows her fingers deep once again. The peacefulness and knowledge that he continued to observe her made her even more horny.

"Will you forgive me, My new Neighbor?"

Another drag of his cigarette offered her awareness. Still she played and moaned heavily. Long breathes she ventured to add, "I truly want to be friends with You and Hush. I hope we can."

More moans spill over into an array of, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! My God this feels so good. Please tell me that you forgive me, Gunner. Pleeeeeeeeeese!"

Still silence!

In an abrupt and resounding gasp she explodes another gusher all over her knuckles. Her shrieks fell to numbness. She lay there in her draining flood and could only witness the glowing arch of Gunner's cigarette as he discarded it across her fence and into her yard. Then she heard the door on his balcony open and close.

Only the crickets kept her company.

"That went well." She would lay there in thought for another hour.

Then she would go inside to bed.

Her deepest thought went back to Damian.

"What have you arranged, oh glorious, Master?"

Numbness of mind had now claimed her.

Silence!

Last time.

I, Candi Ch. 17: Rode Trip

She was ready ten minutes ago.

Candi Palmer sat on her loveseat fidgeting while trying not to bite her freshly painted nails. She watched the second hand of her Grandfather clock ticking diligently. Trying very hard to stay focussed, she contemplated her mission. This was by far the biggest thing she had planned for Damian. This was the biggest thing he had ever ordered up. The BIGGEST!

After long breathless moments she sighs abruptly and stands to pace around her living room. With each stride she would peer out her picture window to spy the street out front.

Fanning her nails she groans, "Oh, Damian. The things I get myself into for your entertainment. If not for love and all that."

She continued her stroll about sticking her tongue out at each of the cameras primed down at her from the four corners of the room. She knew that should Damian ever view todays footage that her nerves would definitely be a concern. She tried to stay cool but the mere waiting was enough to drive her to consider drinking.

"Come on already! I only have six hours before show time. It's gonna take almost two hours just to get to St.Louis. " Another peek out the window.

She huffs and swirals around on her heel to continue her creaking of the floor. Stepping to the fireplace she admires her wedding photos. A smile crept over her face. That was a good day. The best! Her life changed forever that day. She had married the biggest stud in Missouri. He looked so perfect in his Military uniform. Finally, she pouts, "I miss you, Baby."

She sulks for a moment then toughens up to bite her lip, "I'm going to make you so proud tonight. Even if it means I end up in traction from being bent into a pretzal all night long." A swift glare up at the camera above her she narrows her eyes before bellowing, "I LOVE YOU MASTER!" She then grips her chest shuffling her tits playfully. They were quite jiggly beneath the white shirt she wore with shoestring lacing up the front. Her entire cleavage and belly button were in plain view, only covered by the laces.

A tight white stretchy skirt without panties displayed her every crevice. Every curve was evident and she loved the look. Her deep golden tan made the shirt and skirt seem almost invisible. Candi knew she was smoking hot. It dawned on her what her life used to be. The frumpy dressed nerd with innocent youth. Now?

"I'm such a slut."

Laughing at herself she almost overlooked her cellphone vibrating on her loveseat where she had sit it. The cushions muffled it almost beyond recognition. She bolts on to the loveseat and snatches it up.

"Hello?"

On the other end was "Is this Fluffy?" in a deep gravel like voice.

"Yep! Who's this?"

"Afternoon Miss Fluffy. My name is Bernard. Your Chauffeur for the evening. I should be in front of your home in the next five minutes. If you would please be ready that would be appreciated."

"Gathering my things up as we chat, Bernie. I'll be standing on the curb like a hooker. See you soon."

As she hangs up she snatches her duffle bag containing her costume, wallet, and makeup kit. Her cell is placed in the outer pocket along with her house keys. Primping quickly in front of a mirror she darts out the front door and down her steps.

Reaching the street she only had time to whistle a tune stuck in her head before a massive white limo turned on to her street. Her jaw dropped and she nearly pissed herself. Jitters set in. She had never been in a limo before. Here she was on her first drive and she would be all alone in luxury. That made her sad.

Pulling up directly in front of her the Driver stepped out in a black suit and captain's hat. The man was African America and for a better word tall but rolly poley. A handle bar moustache adorned his face.

Hand extended she accepts his greeting, "Miss Fluffy. It will be my pleasure to escort you tonight. I'll try to make the drive as comfortable as possible for the two of you."

Her eyes grow large, "Two of us?" Suddenly a window rolls down and a familar face sticks her head out, "Meter's running, Fluff! Let's rock n roll."

"KODYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

Candi literally dives through the window after dropping her bag on the curb. Hugging the stripper she had befriended from "Pony's Express" joyfully. From the waist up she was in the car while her ass and legs flailed on the outside. The driver Bernard rubbed his chin admiring her exposed cheeks. He loved his job.

The man obtained her discarded bag and started for the trunk when Kody called out, "Bernard? Stuff this sexy bitch into the car and let's go."

Shouldering the bag strap he chuckles and palms Candi's hips guiding her in through the window. Once inside he moved to the trunk depositing her bag. The man then returned to his seat behind the wheel.

In the back the two women were still embracing. "Oh My God! It's so good to see you." Candi shivered toward Kody. The brunette felt the same. Even though they didn't know each other very well they had indeed developed a bond.

"Look at you all Whorish! I love it!" After another tight hug they settle back into the plush seats. Candi looks around admiring the mini wet bar and the decor. Caressing the softness of the seats she exhales, "Wow!"

Kody grins at her, "I managed to talk Pony into letting me at least ride along with you. I know your nerves must be insane right now."

Candi holds her hands out to show there was no trembling, "I got this. And, thank you for being my escort. I was feeling very alone a few minutes ago."

Kody nods understanding Candi's commitment and admires her perserverance. "I feel badly that Pony wouldn't allow you and I to explore what you intended us to do on stage. To be honest that kind of freaked me out. I mean, dancing and hearing men hoot and hollar is one thing. But, to go that extreme on stage made me nervous!"

Candi repositions on to her left hip facing Kody and smiles, " I'm sorry if my request was out of your comfort zone. I hope you understand that all I want is to make my Husband very, very happy. Anything creative that I can achieve is going to a good cause."

"Your Hubby sounds like he has you wrapped around his finger. I could never let any man be that controlling." Kody frowns.

"I love Damian. Even if he didn't order me to do things like tonight, I would at least give it my best to make his tour of duty go by smoothly. Here the last month or so I've had the time of my life. I feel so free. Even though to some I look so captive." Candi takes a deep breath then pats Kody on her bare thigh.

Kody was wearing a short black mini dress with loads of bling. Hoop earrings, gold bracelets, a beautiful serpentine necklace studded by diamonds, and a single gold ankle bracelet.

A fast glare out the window Candi noticed the limo was just leaving the city limits. Within the next ten minutes she would be on the Interstate heading north toward St.Louis. Turning her attention back to Kody she brightens back up.

"So Pony was a porn star? That's wild."

Kody chuckles, "Wait until you see the guy. In his prime he might have been Prince Charming. Now? Emphasis on the Harming in cHarming. He's put on a little weight and lost some hair. Adorable none the less."

"I'm sooooooooo stoked for tonight. I just hope the crowd respects me just a little at least. I don't expect perfect angels but it does concern me that Pony won't let you or the other strippers be there. Same for no Bouncers. What if it gets too rough? Can I really count on Pony prptecting me?"

Kody smirks, "You're the one who said no restrictions. Worry about things as they happen. I'm certain Pony will watch your back. However, I'll be honest and tell you that a certain Soldier had a conversation with Pony."

Candi brightens up wiggling in her seat. "Damian? Yes I heard rumors that My Hubby called. Let me guess, Damian told Pony to let it ride. Whatever happens, happens."

Kody pats Candi on the knee, "From what I hear the only thing controlled about this is condoms."

Candi sighs with relief, "Thank God! That's the biggest stress I have in anything I do. Getting pregnant or an STD. So far so good on neither. But, my periods only rear their ugly heads once every three monthes maybe. My body is weird like that."

Kody groans, "Not me! Clockwork every month. How about we pop open a bottle of complimentary champagne and calm your nerves?"

"I'm not that nervous really. Edgy about being able to walk out of my own free will after the show is my big concern. I presume Bernard up front will be taking me back home afterwards."

Kody nods her affirmation reaching across the limosine's seating to a mini bar with a bottle on ice, "As far as I know that's part of Pony's deal. If not, you can call me and I'll get you a ride home."

"Awesome!" Candi watches Kody tear away the foil and expertly utilize a cork screw and bursts open the champage. As she avoided being bathed in froth Candi snatched up two champagne glasses and captured the champagne. Both laughing they settled back as Kody raises her glass, "A toast to the biggest freak in Missouri."

Candi blushes, "Is that Me or You?"

Kody shrugs sipping her drink and offers up, "It's a toss up I guess. So, I have to ask. What brought up the idea of wanting me to play with you on stage?"

Candi fidgets, "I don't know. I guess I just felt comfortable with you. I needed moral support and knew I could count on you. I've never been with a woman before and I wanted to experiment with you. For Damian."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence. Maybe the biggest freak in Missouri is your Husband."

Candi giggles, "That's true."

Kody watches Candi swallow down her champagne and begin checking out the limo again. She opened the side window and caught the air inhaling dramatically. She noted the Interstate entrance looming and spotted a multitude of Semi Trailers on the road.

"Wow! there's a convoy of Trucker's up ahead. I hope traffic doesn't make us late."

Kody shakes her head looking at a digital clock console, "Plenty of time. Let's have some fun to kill the time."

She reaches over and pulls Candi by her chin into a steamy kiss. This caught Candi off guard. Still, she shivered in excitement as the breeze rustled their hair.

Lips linger and tongues frolic, leading to hands roaming over each of their bodies. Kody breaks away with a gasp and reaches her hands down to lift her stretchy skirt up to her waist. Candi's eyes brightened up and she felt obligated to do the same. Neither woman wore panties. Candi went so far as to unlace her shirt and remove it as well. This left her naked except for her shoes.

Kody bit her lower lip and said, "What the hey!" and disrobed herself entirely also.

Both immediately melted into each others embrace kissing and fondling each other. Kody made the final move and broke away to crawl to her knees and nudge Candi back into her seat. The brunette lowered her face between Candi's thighes and began flicking her tongue like a lizard. Candi ran her nails through Kody's long flowing mane, "God! That feels so good. For a first timer I think you're awesome."

Kody winks with her mouth full and lifts away just long enough to say, "Never thought I would tell any woman this. You're delicious."

As the girls played they heard a loud blaring horn. The semi driver in the other lane had spotted them through the open window. The girls both began laughing. Candi noticed the driver motioning her to lower the window more for a better view.

Kody reaches over and rolls the window pane the rest of the way down. "Enjoy!" She yelled up.

Returning to her eating Candi let her eyes wander. There it was. She suspected as much. There was a tiny video camera moving about to capture their every move. She giggled, "Pony has a camcorder on us. I had a hunch he might. All good! Keep eating."

Waving at the camera she mouthes the words, "I love you Master." then began moaning loudly.

Eyes rolling into her head she quickly cums. As Kody departs she returns to kiss Candi in the seat. Candi leaned over and began sucking on Kody's 36C's. Kody loved her attention more and more. Surprisingly, Kody actually enjoyed the passions of another woman.

Gracefully, Candi pelted the stripper with warm seductive kisses along her chest leading down her belly. She made Kody giggle abruptly by swirling her tongue within her belly button and nuzzling the tiny piercing connected to it.

Without much time to waste Candi made her own way down to tenderly lick Kody's clitoris and insert a single finger into her pussy. This led to sensual probing and eventual fingering at a more rapid pace.

Kody took no time in cumming all over Candi's finger. Amazed by each other Candi rises up and melds back into an awaiting set of lips. Long kisses and frenching kept them busy for the next ten miles.

Breaking up reluctantly to catch their breath they remained snuggled to each other.

Another blare of the Semi driver's horn returned their attention in his direction. Candi beamed a smile in his direction and peeled away from Kody to crawl halfway out the window to jiggle her tits up at him.

The driver gave her a thumbs up and pointed toward the roof of the limo. He then yelled down at her, "There's a sunroof."

Candi creased her brow and ducked back inside to inspect the roof interior. She discovers a moon roof that activates at the touch of a button. She grins as it opens up wide. Immediately she stands up and lifts herself up through the moonroof's opening. Nearly half of her body was out in the open air as it briskly attacked her flesh and whipped her hair about. It felt wonderful.

Finally, Kody took the initiative to join her squeezing in beside her to share in laughter. Candi swiftly pulled Kody back into an embrace and began kissing her. They both knew the driver loved it. It was all he could do to keep his truck in his own lane.

Another semi horn honked forcing the girls to look behind them as they found the limo pinned in by the two big rigs.

"This is AWESOME!" cried out Candi to allow Kody to hear her over the wind.

Kody winked at her, "They love us."

Candi nodded rapidly as her right hand tried to keep her hair from blinding her. Kody leaned into Candi, "Let's go back inside and tie our hair back then really give them a show. Want too?"

Candi agreed with a mischievous smile. She raises a finger up at both drivers to tell them to wait. Ducking back down to their seat the girls swiftly tied their hair into ponytails. Before they could get back up Candi reached over and inspected the camera noting it to be on a lengthy cord yet tucked away behind the adjacent seat. Tugging it out to full length she outstretches it to find out whether it would reach out the moon roof.

She then turns to Kody, "Wanna be my anchor and film me?"

Kody's eyes flare wide, "Anchor you? What are you planning?"

Candi then pulls her up to stand beside her as they return to the outside world. Candi drapes the camera into a necktie around Kody's throat for safe keeping. She then palms the roof and glares at Kody, "I'm sitting on the roof and laying back. Hold my legs to keep me from blowing off the car. I don't wanna die on the Interstate."

Kody's jaw dropped as Candi placed a foot on Kody's hip to hoist herself up facing the driver behind them. Carefully, she reached the roof and sat her ass on the cool metal. Her balance seemed secure as long as Kody gripped her knees.

The drivers were in awe of her. Simultaneously they honked as if a serenade. This made Candi wave at both of them and blow kisses. Laying back on one elbow she used her remaining hand to play with her pussy. Kody crawled out between Candi's legs and poised the tiny camera to record first Candi playing with herself then swift wide angle shots of the Semi drivers and the oncoming traffic of the Interstate. It was getting dark outside so the video would need to be procured quickly. Luckily headlights from the semi helped the visual. As Candi continued to play, Kody primed the camera to her side. Facing the blond she nestled down to once again eat Candi's pussy. Candi admired her friends zest for a good show.

Finally, Candi got bolder and lifted her right leg from Kody's grasp and plant her foot on the threshold of the moon roof. Kody held the other leg for dear life yet maintained her eating. Candi never felt so liberated. She reached out and claimed the camera to hold it for a firmer view as Kody devoured her clit and sank her tongue up inside her..

Massive echoes of moaning were lost to the wind velocity. Shaking Candi dropped her foot back inside before cumming. She feared the tensing of her muscles and going limp soon might make her lose balance. Kody immediately gripped her tight and fed on her until she cum all across the stripper's face.

Exhausted Candi laid back flat on the limo's roof. She looks about her at the drivers noting both of them using cell cameras to record her. That made her day.

Kody licked her lips at the men then felt the exhiliration of their feat. She craved more. Carefully, Kody crawled up to sit on the roof facing Candi. Candi had now wrapped the back of her knees to the threshold. Kody shocked Candi by stepping her entire body outside on to the roof merely holding her self by her hands. Repositioning was a bitch with the wind and movement of the car but Kody managed to turn her entire body around with her ass in the air. She then slid her legs to both sides of Candi and slithered her body back over Candi's, forcing her to remain laying back. Candi realized what she was doing and held her friends hips tightly as she reached her destination. Kody intended to 69 Candi on the rooftop. Candi took a deep breath and smothered her face into Kody's snatch.

Opposite of her Kody again devoured Candi's pussy. The sight was something to behold for the Semi drivers. They were honking fiercely. This made their show all the more potent. Both girls moaned and stayed steady with their mission. Within minutes both of them flooded each other's mouthes. Candi found it diffilcult to hold the camera steady. All she could do was try her best.

Her best was good enough she thought. After all, glancing at the driver's she noted dueling cellphone cameras. At least one of them remained constantly steady as she notes the Semi to her left had a driving partner whom had awoke in his slumber cab at the howling of his partner. This effort was worth it Candi acknowledged. A firm thumbs up toward the cell made the men share in her enthusiasm.

The driver called down, "That was a thing of beauty."

Kody managed to safely crawl over Candi and topple herself back inside the limo. Once in position she again stood up between Candi's legs to wave at the driver's. With a motioning finger to hold on Kody ducked back inside and returned three minutes later holding a piece of paper with numbers written in lipstick. Though hard to read due to the wind, the driving partner saved his video then dialed the numbers on the paper.

As Kody's cellphone rang inside the limo she ducked back down. Candi followed suit dropping limply into the seats. Her whole body ached from the turbulance. Her hair although tied back was still a mess.

Kody snatched up her cell and answered it, "HEY! Send me that video for posterity." She grinned toward Candi, "That was sooooooo intense. I'm glad you liked our little show. We're headed to St. Louis. Fluffy here has a show at Pony's Express tonight at 6:00. If you guys have time drop in I'll get you in the door in return for that video."

Listening intently Kody fidgets, "Awwwwww! Okay, maybe next time. Have a safe drive to Kansas City. Thank you for the video. Bye."

After a few minutes to process Kody shared their video experience with Candi. They were in awe of their experience.

Shortly after they settle down the sliding glass window between the driver Bernard and the back of the limo ushered down. Bernard shook his head while looking back at them through the rearview mirror. "If you two ladies are done risking your lives and my insurance I'll gladly give you a better video."

Raising his right hand backwards toward the opening, Bernard waves a videotape. "Courtesy of Pony and somebody named Damian."

Candi sits stunned then darts a glance toward Kody who gradually fans herself frantically, "Damian knew enough to video even this? Oh my God! My husband is a genius."

Beside her Kody frowns, "Maybe! But, you have to ask yourself, just how does a guy in Iraq manage so much from clear over there."

Candi ignores her and bolts across the limo's sitting area to clutch the videotape. Before moving back she throws her right arm around the burly Chauffeur and hugs him tightly. The man chuckles mid huff and tells her, "Sit back down and get yourselves together. I'll be pulling up to the club in twenty."

With a release Candi stumbles her way back to Kody's side and looks over at her with a look of dread.

"I know what you mean. I question that myself. Damian has a million friends though. I'm certain he has loads of help in getting things arranged. He's a beautiful man, Kody. I have full faith in him."

The stripper faintly smiles, "Handsome devil is he?" Candi holds a finger up then looks around her for her tiny handbag. Opening it she pulls out a thin plastic covered set of photos. Searching for the one she had in mind she shares a glimpse of it with Kody.

Eying it Kody felt flushed at the sight. She knew the man beside her in a wedding photo. All too well she thought. Still, she remained mum, "Handsome indeed. You're very lucky."

Candi couldn't agree more.

For the rest of the ride they got dressed and primped at their hair. Words were carefully chosen from that moment onward.

Kody allowed her mind to drift back to three years ago. Damian and his entourage had a Bachelor party at Pony's. During their drunken endeavors Kody in her youth fell prey to the man. She felt sick realizing that she had fucked Damian Palmer without the slightest ounce of remorse toward his blushing bride. With a loud exhale she did her best to put the moment out of her mind. She dearly adored this girl beside her. Regardless of her husbands past. Out of respect now, Kody would remain silent. She herself had changed over the years.

As Bernard departed the interstate and careened off of the exit leading into the city, Candi sighed and merely stared out of the window. She needed this moment to get her nerves in check.

Within eight minutes Bernard entered the parking lot of Pony's Express. Coming to a halt at the back entrance he shut the engine off and stepped from the drivers cab. Strolling back he opened the car door for the women and gentlemanly assisted their exit. For his deed both women offered him a hug out of thanks.

Shutting the door, Bernard then made his way to the trunk to obtain Candi's bag. After closing the trunk lid he escorted the ladies into the back door. Within minutes the driver had relinquished her bag to a single bouncer and bid his farewell.

Candi blew Bernard a kiss on his way out, received by a wink and a playful grin.

The bouncer looked Candi up and down then growled at her. She offered him a hateful sneer then hissed like a cat bearing claws.

Kody broke out laughing, "Careful Brutus! Fluffy is in the house!"

For better or worse!

I, Candi Ch. 18: Fluffy's Revenge

Candi Palmer followed her friend Kody and the biker looking bouncer named Brutus out into the bar area of the club. The lights were dim yet it was evident by the movement just outside of the bar that this promotion was going to be big.

In awe Candi gazed about the audience and staging area to witness cameramen with large camera's. They were in their final moments of setup as a member of the crew faked dancing around the stripper pole to garner laughs. They were making certain all angles were covered. There were smaller cameras at each corner of the room to capture the far away angles and close-ups.

"Wowza! This is all for me?"

Behind her amazement came a gruff voice, "The notorious Fluffy!"

She reverts her attention to a looming man of his late 40's, with sparse hair and a deep tan. He wore a white button down shirt and blue tie, accompanied by blue jean slacks. Both of his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.

Candi nods sizing him up, "Looking more like a Clydesdale than a Pony, Pony."

He fans his arms from side to side, "This IS St. Louie, Baby! Home of the Clyde's."

She fidgets at his flirtations then looks down at his crotch, "Let's just hope that you can keep Clyde in the stables and not prove to be a Shetland."

Kody snorts behind Pony and moves in to pat her boss on the back, "She sure has you sized up." She then uses her fingers to mimic a three inch width, "Try My Little Pony!"

Everyone laughs in order, even the brawny Brutus.

Pony lowers his gaze and nods to himself, "Yeah, yeah! Brutus take Fluffy's bags back to the dressing room."

Candi abruptly points at Brutus snapping, "And DON'T be trying on my outfit!"

Brutus turns red and snarls then walks away.

Kody leans on Pony's shoulder, "Be careful Fluff. Brutus just might out of spite. We wouldn't want your outfits stretched out and you looking like you're dragging around a cougar skin rug."

Pony smirked then moved to sit up on a bar stool. He motions Candi to join him. Sitting her clutch purse on the bar she eases up into a stool across from him. Once facing the man Pony looms his gaze back at Kody, "Go on back with Brutus. I'll let you stay here and help Fluffy get made up and ready for the stage. Afterwards, don't let the door hit the whore." Kody sneers and winces heavily, "You have such a way with words, Pony." She then squeezes Candi on the shoulder, "See you in back. Don't let him trample you."

Candi nods with a wink as she watches Kody depart. A second later, she turns her vision toward Pony.

"So! Big Hoss! How many people am I guaranteed to bring in house tonight?"

The man shrugs, "Over 300 invites were sent back. Never sent out invites before so who truly knows what kind of turn out you get. Only the folks that saw you dance before know you. The other invites I sent out were to the real moneymakers. If they show up I say you should be bathing in bills."

She smiles, "I can bed presidents. Woohoo! Is our other agreements intact? I can do anything to anyone I want?"

"And, they can do anything to you they want. I expect you to keep your end of that bargain. Words out that's the case. Don't make me a liar."

"As long as nobody gets too brutal. I'm fine with it. Please enforce condoms."

"Words out on that restriction too. No cover, no hover." He chuckles faintly.

"Thank you."

He puckers looking at her, "Y'know, I'm going to advise you to protect yourself. Just in case, I'm telling you that you should do your best to remain anonymous. Sexy little gal like you might get some unwanted fans if they know what to look for. Get my meaning?"

"Ummmmmmm! You really believe I might get a stalker?"

"Never know, Kid. You're a little too appealing. Natural beauty without any makeup. Perfect body. Everything a man wants. I would even be careful speaking. The friendlier you are the more they fantasize."

She raises an eyebrow, "Yes, but isn't that the point? To be their fantasy?"

"Not at the risk that you get hurt outside of my protection. I put thought into this Kid. Work with me on this."

"Okay? So what should I do?"

He stands up and stretches out over the bar to clutch a paper bag behind it. Hoisting it over he sits it on the bar then digs inside it. Out comes a pink leather mask which he shows her. She drops her jaw, "You want me to wear a leather mask? Oh, wait it has cat ears. I see what you intend. You want me to play Catwoman." She giggles, "What are these buckles?"

He motions at her throat, "Neck straps. These keep anyone from yanking it off. Pull your hair up inside it."

She shakes her head, "No. I want my hair out and easy for guys to grip. I'll wear the mask if you think it's show worthy. Where I come from not many people I know would recognize me anyway. As far as strangers go I think the mask is enough to protect my identity."

Pony offers a negative response, "Those big blue eyes would be easy to spot. We need to fix those too."

Again he digs into the bag and produces a small box. Lifting the lid he turns it to show her the contents.

"Cats eye contact lenses? That's kind of neat. I can wear those too."

"Glad you see things my way." He holds a finger up, "One more addition to your disguise."

A final search inside the paper bag he introduces her to "Fake tattoos. Let's put a tramp stamp on that lower back. Something guys would love and the nut jobs would remember to look for later if they feel insane. Hopefully it would throw them off."

She goes expressionless, "I feel like you know there's going to be stalkers before I even dance."

He frowns, "I've been in this business a long time, Kid. I know that when guys see something they like, they pursue it. I made a promise to your Hubby to keep you safe. I'm doing my best here."

She understands and shares a warm glint, "I appreciate that, Pony."

Noting a clock behind the bar Pony urges her, "You better go get ready. Brutus and I open the doors in an hour. You have thirty minutes more to get ready. Once the seating is full I'll motion the DJ to start your entrance song. I'm sending Brutus to the parking lot to be on call if needed. Otherwise, you're on your own. I will NOT step in unless I see blood."

She shivers, "I'm not afraid to claw some eyes out. I'm tougher than I look."

He winks, "I knew that the second I heard your voice."

He stands up and points her toward the backroom.

Candi stretches in her step then stops to look over at Pony. She slowly moves in and reaches down to grip his erection, "Just saying hi to Clyde." She then twists in her step and vanishes.

Locating Kody in a small dressing room Candi see's her sitting in a chair lost in thought. So deep were her thoughts that she didn't know Candi was behind her. Candi waved her right hand over Kody's eyes to get her attention.

"You alright, Cordelia?"

The brunette frowns at the use of her real first name, "Don't push it Fluff. I can make you up to look like a clown."

They share a laugh as Candi sits across from her holding the gathered additions given to her by the club owner.

"Might as well be a clown. Pony gave me enough costuming to be one."

Kody examines the mask, "This is cool. I didn't know he invested money on you. Other than promoting you of course. He's usually cheap as hell."

Candi fidgets, "In all honesty I don't want to wear any of it. I need Damian to see that it's me out there. Not somebody in disguise."

"Did you tell Pony this?"

"No. I understand that he's looking out for my safety. We can film a cell cam segment with me putting this stuff on and Pony's reasoning. I'm sure Damian will understand too."

Kody nods along with her friend before a second of silence. Suddenly, Kody claps her hands together once.

"I bought you something too. I hope they fit."

She twists in her chair to procure a box under the makeup table behind her. Handing it off Candi eagerly opens it up to stare at them in awe.

"Stiletto heels. Ummmmmmm! I've never wore stiletto's in my life. It might be short lived if I try wearing these on stage."

"Try them on. Size 7 if I guessed correctly."

Candi grits her teeth then takes the right foots heel and slips it on. Then the left foot. Standing was surprisingly easy. She puckers toward Kody, "Size 7 works. Good call. I guess if I can balance on roller skates I can balance on these. If not they can roll me back to the stage in a body cast and have their way with me anyways."

Kody belts out a shrill laugh and watches Candi walk in the heels quite well. Dancing in them would prove the true test. "I got this. Thanks for the gift oh bosom buddy."

"My pleasure. Let's get you unpacked and dressed."

"I've been thinking about that. Why make the guys wait. I can tease like crazy without stripping. If I'm going to wear those heels it might be safer not having to remove things over my feet. Let's skip the fuzzy outfit. Heels, mask and Me! Good enough."

Kody shrugs, "Not much to the imagination. But, it is your show, Critter."

Thumbs up Candi strips out of her clothes including her heels for the time being. Naked she stands up with her back to Kody. She then bends over bringing the fake tattoo around for Kody to grab it.

"Paint me up, Van GoGo."

Kody giggles and assists in dampening Candi's spine with a water bottle before gently applying the print of a cougar slashing out at any onlookers. The cougar of course had a cute red bow on it's head.

"You're a little young to be a cougar unless you're chasing toddlers." Kody chuckled.

"Blame Pony. At least it has a hint of Hello Kitty." Candi giggled along with her cohort.

Once applied Candi admired herself in the mirror.

"I've never ever thought of getting a tattoo. It looks cool on me, but I dunno. I hope Damian doesn't get any ideas about a real tattoo after seeing this. I like my flawless skin."

"Tattoo's aren't so bad as long as they're tasteful." Kody points at the tribal on her left hip.

"Yeah, but you look hot with yours. It fits you. I'm not convinced I'm cut out for any tats."

Easing into her seat Candi made certain not to sit back on the newly pressed tattoo for fear of messing it up. She reaches out to grip the leather mask and slips it over her head, jostling it about over her scalp for a good fit. Tugging at her hair to pull it out for a flowing look was difficult but she would have to make the best of it. She then reached both hands up to clasp the tiny buckle together.

"Oh, wow! I love this look. Sexy Me!"

As Kody puckered her approval Candi opened the contact lens case and carefully slipped both contacts into her eyeballs. She then stared at herself in the mirror. "MeeeeeeeeeOwwwwwwww! I'm digging Pony's idea here. I'm soo ready."

After twenty minutes more of banter they could hear random music telling them that Pony and Brutus were letting people in.

Over the music Candi heard her cellphone ring and swiftly dives into her bag to obtain it. Looking at the caller her jaw dropped, "It's Damian!"

As Candi answered it Kody decided to step away out of guilt and check out the forming crowd. The first fifty people had taken their seats or were at the bar ordering drinks.

She spotted a band of men she knew very well and decided to sneak out to greet them without Pony seeing her. Luckily he was busy taking money.

"Phil. Doyle. Walter. Hey Guys!"

The fifty something gentlemen were handsome and fit. Easily understood that they were hardly poor.

"Hey yourself Beautiful." winked Doyle Chamberlain, a millionaire property developer.

Phil stood shyly away from the rest as they talked.

"Phillip, I hope you're not this shy during the show. This girl is a dream come true."

Phil smiled reluctantly. All day long he had sensed a bad omen. He thought hard about canceling his trip but his brother Walter gave him hell. Not too mention Doyle had informed him that their current business negotiations were hardly finalized. Phil needed to lighten up and live a little. Doyle made certain his entrapment worked.

As their conversations winded down Kody noted another fifty or more people settling in.

"I better head out Guys. Before Pony has my hide. Enjoy the show. Fluffy is awesome. Trust me!"

On her final vote Kody shuffled back into the dressing room. Candi was still on the phone.

"I won't let you down, Damian. MASTER! I hear my adoring fans rumbling now. Oh hey, my friend Kody that works here just showed back up. I love this girl." A brief crease in her brow while listening Candi lowers the phone and reaches toward Kody.

"Damian wants to talk to you."

Eyes wide and dreading Kody claims the cell placing it to her ear, "Hello?" Damian's voice was gruff and distant, "I remember you very well."

Kody swallows hoarsely, "I'm sure you do. Your WIFE loves you very much."

Damian sighs, "As she should! I hope our history remains just that."

"Of course. I'll look out for Candi like she's my own sister."

He clears his throat, "Who know's, maybe one day the two of you might truly become sister's. I seem to recall a certain loyalty in your voice and actions."

"I'm very fond of your wife."

"SLAVE!" Damian bellows.

"Yes. Your slave."

With a darkening tone Damian whispers, "Our secret!"

Kody grimly smiles regretfully, "Yes. I'll give her a hug for good luck. I hope to meet you sometime in the future. Stay alive over there, Soldier."

She then returns the phone to Candi, "Hi Baby! SIR!"

Damian hisses, "She sounds nice. Focus on your job. Tonight MUST be outstanding. If you want your reward."

"Reward? Sir?"

"PERFECTION!" He snarls making her tremble, then leaves her to listen to a dead line. Damian Palmer had hung up.

She stares without blinking as Kody shy's away from even looking at her. Kody hated the situation at hand. Part of her wanted to fill her in on the past. The other half feared destroying the girl's soul.

Yet, another half recalled an evening three years back. A very memorable evening.

Under her breath Kody ushered, "Godammit!"

After a few minutes of reflection Kody turns to face Candi and reaches down to take her hands. Kneeling before her she looks directly into her eyes, "You ready, Sis?"

Candi mumbles, "Perfection. I have to succeed. I'm definitely ready. Are they?"

She was so smug and confident. Kody used to be this way. As Kody pulled her into a hug the two sighed on each others shoulders.

The door behind them made just enough noise to break their bond. Brutus ducked his head inside, "Let the cat out."

Candi lifted her chin off of Kody's hair to face him, "Gotta put my claws on. Be right there."

Door shutting, Kody swiftly moved her palms to both sides of Candi's face. A warm kiss to her lips left no words. Candi merely smiled and nudged her friend aside to gather up her stiletto heels and don them. Standing fiercely with pride in her eyes, Candi grips her tits and lifts them into a jiggle.

Kody stands up to face her, "Brutus was talking to me. I have to leave the building. I'll be outside with Brutus. I won't leave I promise."

Candi ignores Kody and steps toward the door. Opening it she turns to lower her gaze toward the floor.

"I want you and Brutus to go home."

Kody drops her jaw. She hesitantly notes the girls persistent demeanor. She would honor her request, against her better wishes. Of Brutus she had no say. That would be up to Pony.

As Kody left she formed a tear.

Making her journey from the room to the back curtain leading to the stage she sat her bag of tricks down beside her. It was then that Pony met up with her. He looked her over with a smirk, "No costume? Brave girl."

She stares up at him through her cat eyes, "Pony? I want you to go to your office and stay there. Do not argue with me, please."

He winces at her, "I own this place Kid."

"AND FOR THE NEXT FEW HOURS I OWN THIS STAGE. AND, THESE MEN OWN ME!"

"Not happening'! I'm your only safeguard. It's on me if condom's aren't used. Besides there's things I need to get done before the end of the night."

She folds her arms over her chest defiantly. He could tell she would refuse to enter the stage unless he agreed. Finally, he rolls his eyes.

"I'll present you then disappear for an hour. You take the blame if anything goes south."

"None of these men will go south. BET ON THAT!" Pony shakes his head, "Five minutes, Kid."

Stepping out on to the stage Pony feels the spotlights heat as he grabs a microphone from a man on the sidelines.

"ARE YOU FELLA'S READY FOR SOME CATNIP? OR IS THAT CATNIPPLES? GO WILD GENTLEMEN. YOU KNOW MY RULES. BREAK THEM!"

The crowd roars at his words. Their eagerness to play made Candi explode inside. Pure adrenalin spoke out to her. She was ready.

The music changed to her very first dance song. Her signature tune of Janet Jackson's "Black Cat".

She tilts her head on to her shoulder as the curtain draws open, "Oh the memories. This is for you, MASTER."

The audience whooped and hollered their applause as there she stood in all of her glory. She could hear them acknowledge that she had left her clothes at home. She had made the right decision.

As the spotlights fluttered around her on the floor she had a brilliant idea. She dropped to her hands and knees dramatically and chased the lighting. The sound manager understood immediately and narrowed the beams into smaller spots.

Candi darted seductively about rolling one second then prowling the next. The spotlights waved from side to side forcing her to pursue them. Finally she crawled to the stripper pole and clawed her way up it. Her gaze then stabbed directly at the crowd. She then hissed and clawed toward them. The crowd loved it.

As the song progressed she met with the rhythm and beat by flailing her body sensually and darting from one side of the stage to the next. She played coy at first like a real cat shying away. It taunted the men into a verbal frenzy. Hearing their rants she wagged a finger around the room and mentally scolded them.

Toward the end of the song she made certain she prowled to the middle of the stage on all fours and curled up into a ball on the final note. Applause rang through the building as her second song rolled out.

Ted Nugent's "Cat Scratch Fever" forced her to her feet fiercely and circled the stage dropping to her knees at the edge to lick her paws. So close to the edge she felt hands roll over her legs and in to tickle her clit. She looked down at them and hissed playfully and clawed at them as if defending herself then just as swiftly smacked her own hand as if to say "Bad Kitty".

With that move she stood up and prowled in another direction doing the same tactics three more times to give the men their chance to be bold. They needed to realize they could gradually get away with anything. Each time she fanned her legs wide and let their hands roam.

The cameraman would zoom in on their hands first then her face to witness her tongue swirling around her lips. After long moments the lighting manager snuck a few more thin spotlights to chase. Well planned by the cameramen the lighting manager was told to scan the spotlight directly over the crotch of a standing man. This caught Candi's eye and she giggled.

Stalking the spotlight on all fours she reached the edge of the stage and pawed at the man's jeans. She looked up directly into his eyes and said, "Mousey!" This prompt left her to outstretch placing her mouth and teeth directly over the man's bulging erection. Doing so made the man fan his arms from side to side enticing the crowd.

He then placed his hands into position to unfasten his jeans. Each time he did she pawed at him as if kneading until he had unzipped and unhooked his belt and pants. Boldly he peeled his boxers down and let the whole room see his eight inch mouse.

She teased it with the music's rhythm tickling the foreskin and finally utilizing her tongue to lap at the crown. The crowd applauded as she noted three more men stand up and do the same. This made her feel the need to go from man to man. Prowling from each she sucked on one after the other then rolls around on her back playfully as if rejoicing.

Nearing the end of the song she crawls back toward the curtain to dig inside her bag. This made the four men stand there stroking themselves. From the bag she pulls out five clear plastic salad bowls which she slid across the stage at each of the men. Once noting the men catching them she reaches back inside bringing forth two large balls of red yarn. She holds them in her teeth until she reaches center stage where she leaves them.

Her next song begins with Harry Chapin's "Cats in the Cradle" which allows her softer sensual side to offer the men her tender approach. As the song plays she crawls to each of the four men and holds the bowl up to their cocks giving them the right idea of filling them with their ejaculation.

A few more suckles on their cocks brought more men to boldly add their own bravado. She collapses on her back with her shoulders to the edge of the stage drawing one of the newcomers in to nibble on his balls. That same man squeezed her tits and pinched at her nipples. She grew goosebumps at his touch.

The men beside them on both sides nudged closer to reach out and roam their hands over her body. A single hand found her pussy hole and inserted fingers. This made her wiggle in delight.

The man she was feeding on chose the moment to ram his cock deep into her throat. Back and forth for long thrusts. Finally, she pulls away with tears welling up due to his girth. She rolls over and licks her lips before prowling back to center stage.

It was there that she took the balls of yarn and playfully tied sections around both of her ankles. She then found targets along the stage that had yet to get brave enough. Candi then rolled the balls to trail strands of yarn in their direction. Once unrolled the men caught both balls and realized what she wanted. They literally used the yarn to drag her across the stage into their grasp. Once close they grip her stiletto's and bring her ass cheeks to the ledge. The men then moved to each side spreading her legs wide.

One of the earlier men who already had his pants down slipped through the crowd and nestled in to slap his cock on her clit. This made her arch her back at the thrill. Condom added he swiftly stabs his cock inside her and continually pumps until she bellows out an echo of moans. Drowned by the music the crowd could only witness her silent pleasure. As did the cameramen.

Fucking her for the duration of the song the man filled his condom with jiz before pulling out. Holding the full condom up for the crowd he bowed then reached beside her head to empty the contents into the salad bowl. This would prompt the crowd to add fuel to her diet.

Gleefully she clapped like a child and started to push herself back up on the stage. The two men that had caught her balls of yarn had other ideas. They decided to step away from each other in order to make the string taunt. Then they pulled her back to the ledge. The gathering separated enough to allow the two men to yank her legs as wide as humanly possible.

Her heart pounded at the tension on her thighs as the outstretching allowed the crowd a dramatic view of her hole gaping for entry. She hoisted herself up on to her elbows for a better view and hisses.

The crowd began to talk amongst themselves until a line formed. Six men dropped their pants and underwear readying their chance at that glistening hole. The first man immediately donned a condom and dipped his seven incher inside her pussy. He rolled his head back at how warm she was even through the latex.

As the song closed he had thrust inside her at minimum thirty times. Snarling he pulls out of her and greets the crowd with yet another full condom. From his left the salad bowl was offered for him to spill its contents into the stew.

She squeezed her tits together sighing at the drama unfolding. Noting the other bowls were being filled from the sidelines by men jerking off into them. She smiled at their efforts.

Her next song was a little more aggressive as "Girls, Girls, Girls" from Motley Crue stormed the building. This fueled the remaining men in the line to dive right in and fuck her harder. The next gentleman leaned over her and gripped her by the throat forcing her toward him. The strain was unbearable yet she endured. His grip cut off her air flow as his thumbs pressed heavily on her windpipe. Her felt the tiny buckle of her mask loosen slightly. At the thought her eyes flared wide. Then just as quickly she didn't care. Her body was convulsing at his pounding inside her. With a muffled scream she has her first orgasm.

Giving way to another man the gent released her throat and allowed him. He went on to add his shots to the salad bowl. This new man was black and smug. She felt his fingers reach under her chin strap and use it to pull her limply back toward him. He rammed his girth inside her then leaned forward to kiss her. Candi offered him her best tongue action under his assault.

Time after time men jumped forward to replace another. To her joy the consistency of the men were filling the bowls rapidly. By the time three more songs had passed she had been fucked by twelve others if not for short durations.

Finally the men holding the yarn taunt loosened their rein allowing her to close her legs around the man now fucking her. Wrapping her ankles about his waist she cried out in ecstasy. This particular man lifted her off the stage and cradled her in his arms. He chose to turn around and face the crowd who cheered as his thrusts caused her to arch backwards. In her keel men rolled their hands all over her, squeezing and taking turns sucking on her nipples. Her mind was lost to the pleasure felt. So deeply that the cameramen filming her were the furthest thing in her mind.

Growling loudly the man torpedoed his jizz into the condom so forcefully that she felt its torrent. Finally, the man lifted her up into the arms of the crowd. She was now surfing over the heads of at least fifteen younger men. With their sheer mass they held her high with ease. She could only stare up at the ceiling and the intensity of the lights. Rolling her eyes back she felt them spread her body out. She then felt the cold chill of a beer bottle being inserted inside her. Then, another being eased into her ass. Jointly the bottles were used to fuck her. Slightly painful she bites her lip and accepts the brew screw. Beer was still in the bottles, with suds up inside her and spilling out toward the floor. Men were beneath her catching the beer trickling off of her ass cheeks.

Laughter ensued at her expense.

For ten minutes she endured it before the men chose to stop and carry her to a table far from the stage and set her down on it. It happened to be the table of Kody's friends Doyle, Phil, and Walter. Doyle grabbed her behind the knees and drew her around to face him smiling at her exhaustion. She gathered her senses and smiled at him. Raising her left hand up she palms his face and offers up a playful growl. Doyle nods moving his hands to his pants and stands before her. As he unfastens his slacks she leans in and licks his nose. Laughing he drops his pants and sits back down on his stool. He then strokes his erection slapping it on her ankle. She hisses and watches as he decides to ease her off of the table and into his lap. She was slid perfectly into his penetration. For ten minutes she rode him without realizing he had no condom on. At this point her hormones shoved away her sensibility.

He kissed her warmly as he nestled her shoulder and neckline. His teeth tugged on her masks buckle until the clasp literally broke away. This left the strap dangling between her breasts. She tried to be concerned but lost interest due to his passions. Finally, he began tensing up under her writhing thighs. Awaiting his explosion she heard a voice behind her antagonize Doyle.

"Save some for me and Phil. Her I mean. Not your jiz."

The voice immediately struck her as familiar. Her eyes bulged and her thoughts cried out, "Please God, don't let that be..." She then felt Doyle pull out and pepper her with his cum all across her belly, hips, and legs.

Snarling Doyle yells back across the music, "All yours, Walt." then heaves her ass back on to the table. She froze suddenly and scanned the crowd. The cameramen were zooming in on her next move. She trembled, "Oh, Damian. I can't fail you. God help me."

Walter winced as he pulled her toward him to face her. He was more concerned with getting his fingers violated by Doyle's leftover jizz than checking her out. Gathering napkins he begins to clean her when she claws at him dramatically hissing. She then rolls her fingers over the peppered spots on her body. time and time again she licks the fluid off of her fingers and offers seductive purrs.

Doyle chuckled to her right, "She likes my milk. Does a body good don't it?"

She nods in his direction allowing Walter to now explore her chest. She reaches up and pulls his head in between her breasts and crushes his profiles. Her mind races in thought.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." She fears looking to her left. Bad enough to face Walter.

Pulling away she has a sudden inspiration that might save her. So she hoped.

She slides as if to go into Walter's lap then notes that he was ready. His dick was in full view and primal. She whined under her breath not counting on him being so prepared.

"Nooooooooooo!" She feared helplessly.

Walter slid his seat back and allowed her to drop her heels to the floor between his legs. She made a swift decision and palmed his girth while leaning in to lick on his earlobes. The less this man looked directly at her the better she thought. Even worse she needed out of sight to avoid the man Phil to her left.

Giggling out of nerves and trickery Candi kneeled down between Walter's legs and forced herself to take a deep breath before planting her lips around his shaft. Bobbing back and forth while squeezing his balls led him to finish quicker than he had hoped. Her intent exactly.

Just as he tensed to cum she pulled her jaw away and jerked him rapidly until her entire chin, mouth, lips, and nose were coated by cum. She felt like vomiting. Even more so as her eyes averted to the man's lap to her left.

Luckily the man had his pants still on.

Crawling away from Walter under the table she weeps slightly as she finds it necessary for performance to run her hands over Phil's crotch. She found no erection.

"Thank you, Lord. I owe you one."

She instead eases her way up between Phil's legs to stand facing him with cum frothing from her lips. She prayed that her appearance would gross him out. As Phil looked directly at her chin she again praised Pony for his decision to disguise her. With the contacts and mask on she wouldn't be nearly as recognizable.

Faking her giggles she snuggles up to Phil and kisses him on the cheek. Walter's jiz made Phil wince and feel repulsed. She shrugs looking over at Doyle then the crowd and peels away to finally escape the table.

Dancing about she fondles multiple cocks until she could make her way back to the stage.

Reaching it she stumbles amidst a gathering of Black males that circle her. They force her to her knees and crowd together releasing six monsters on her at once. She wipes her chin of jizz then notes a cameraman aiming a handheld directly down between the men. She licks her lips of Walters remains then wags her tongue at the camera before attacking the beasts before her.

Sucking one after another she tussled with their aggressive nature. All of them force fed her with their hands behind her head to make her suffer. In their gestures of torture her mask was gradually prying away from her skull. She began to ball then forced her emotions back. Her tears would reveal her fears. Damian could never bear witness to those emotions. She would gasp and laugh after each cock release playing it off that the men's girth and pressure had made her eyes tear up. Not far from the truth.

On her last of the black men she noted the salad bowl being passed between the others. It was half full. Her mind was racing. Then, her third worst fear happened. The last black man yanked her mask completely off and held it high over his head yelling, " I SKINNED THE CAT!"

He then tossed it out into the crowd.

Her eyes bulged in their dampness. In doing so she felt a contact lens slip out and on to the floor. In their shuffling another of the black men crushed it under his shoe. She was unraveling fast now, even as the man in her mouth continued to redden her cheeks under his assault.

Finally, her other contact slipped out. She was revealed to the world. Surrounded for the moment she was safe. But, the second she hit the stage she knew the risk of recognition was greater. The man pulled out of her mouth and flooded her face. This allowed her to hide behind another mask of cum.

As the black men began to disperse, a white man in a business suit stepped in to assist her to her feet. Guiding her toward the stage delicately he rubs her spine then her ass. Admiring it he stops her ascent and peers over his shoulder at the crowd. Grinning from ear to ear he slaps her ass hard. This left a print on her cheek and caused her to yelp.

Nodding at the crowd with ego he held her firm and spanked her other cheek garnering the same result. Time after time he slapped her gathering a cheering section. She finds her hands on the ledge to hold herself firm to allow him to continue.

Her teeth clenched she felt his final slap just as he began to unfasten his pants. Inspiration strikes and he removes his belt before dropping his pants. Curling up the leather he draws back and snaps the belt on her ass roughly. This made her cry out. Two more strikes he exhibits before wrapping the belt around her neck and cinching the belt through the buckle. He brutally snugs it up around her throat and palms the center of her shoulders. Then he shoves her forward until her chest crushes on to the stage. She felt him then move in for the kill. He aimed his six inches well and penetrated her ass. For the next eight minutes the crowd cheered him on as her ass felt like ripping. She resisted tears and became bitter. Her final act was to hiss, growl, and snarl like a cat. Her nails clawed on the stage floor.

Her only thoughts, "Please hurry up. Please don't let him recognize me. Please don't let Damian see your pain. Please!"

Exploding in her ass the man arches his back and leers over at the crowd chuckling. "TIGER BY THE TAIL, BABY!"

The men loved his roughness and humor. He pulled out and stepped aside to spread her ass cheeks wide to visibly show the onlookers his jiz drooling from within. Finally, he unfastened his belt and snapped it for the crowd's approval. In agony she stands proudly with her back to the crowd. A moment of silence then she shakes her ass out of defiance. Let the world think she loved it. In some ways she did. More so if certain people weren't observing her.

She crawls back up on the stage and prowls about to the music. The song now becomes the band, "Whitesnake, "Here I Go Again".

Her dancing made her sweat matted hair lash about. She utilized her locks to disguise her face each time she stalked toward the table of Walter, Doyle, and Phil.

In her stride she noted Pony had rejoined the crowd holding up her pink leather mask for her. She made her way toward Pony and bent down to hover over him. She claims the mask then puckers deciding to reach over and playfully pull it over Pony's head instead. The crowd in turn roared with laughter. Shaking his head as she forsakes anonymity he pulls the mask off and watches her brave the stage.

Candi admitted to herself, "I'm so stupid. This is for you Damian. No hiding. Not from Anybody."

Still she resisted eye contact with the table. However she did notice that Phil was walking away through the crowd toward the bathrooms. A sigh of relief entered her soul. This gave her a few more minutes. If only Walter didn't get a good hard look at her.

As the song faded down Pony took the stage beside her with a microphone.

"What do you think of my little Hellcat here, People?"

The crowd cheered and tossed fistful's of money on the stage.

Pony in turn chuckled and feigned a blush, "Awwww For Me?"

This drew jeers and laughter at his expense. Finally, he holds a piece of paper in the air, waving it about.

"The time has come, Gentlemen and not so Gentle Men. Pull out those raffle tickets I handed out at the door."

Candi coyly stepped in behind Pony to whisper, "What raffle?"

He looks over his shoulder, "Blame that Husband of yours. This was his idea."

"What are you raffling off?" She shrinks.

He merely smiles, "I told you I had things to do tonight. By the way, that mask should have been put back on." She regrets not doing it, "I know. I know. I refuse to hide from Damian. What's done is done."

Pony shakes his head, "Tell yourself that after this gig is over."

Her eyes flare wide. What was Damian's plan?

She spots Phil returning from the Men's room and timidly she hides behind Pony. Phil was looking directly at her and creasing his brow. The lights were in his eyes luckily as he shades his brow with his hand.

Pony returns to the mic, "When I call out your winning ticket you get the honors of coming up here on stage to feed the Cat. Looks like those bowls of cr 猫 me are spilling over. Doesn't it Fluffy?"

He then sidesteps to put his arm around her shoulder and guide her out of his shadow. She pulls her hair down over her cheek and shy's away from direct eye contact. Her remaining hand merely claws toward the crowd.

Behind She and Pony, a cameraman nudges an inflatable kiddy pool out to center stage. Pony then escorts her to step up into it. She kicks off her heels so as not to puncture the pool and lowers herself into a sitting position.

Pony then calls out, "The winning number belongs to "PHIL JERIKOFF."

Candi chokes immediately, "Noooooooooooooooooooo!"

Out in the crowd Phil had just reached his table when he heard the number. He froze in his step and looked at Walter and Doyle who egged him on. He shook his head hesitantly until Doyle points at him, "We came here to close that Property deal. Get your ass up there or I'll take my business elsewhere."

Walter in response stood shocked. He knew Phil needed that property for a new housing division. Without the property he would be forced to lose a fortune. In turn Walter nodded for Phil to just do it.

Phil wanted no part of this. He only came tonight for the deal. Not to eyeball some stripper getting her brains fucked out.

He growls and looks toward the stage then hears the crowd chanting, "PHIL! PHIL! PHIL!"

Finally, he shakes his head and shuffles reluctantly toward a set of steps to the side of the stage. With each step Candi's heart pounded in fear. Even if it had been five years since he had seen her how could he not recognize his own daughter.

"Daddy! No!" Phil stumbled on the last step and walked slowly toward the pool and Pony standing over it. She had pulled her hair low on both sides of her face in disguise. Her hair was so much longer than when she lived at home with him. Her tan dark and golden. He knew her to be this shy, awkward, pale skinned nerd. His work kept him from raising her properly. Even when his wife, her mother died he had sitters over more than not.

Phil hadn't even ventured to come give away his daughter at her Wedding day.

As Pony left her side to scoot the large salad bowls of cum toward them, Phil decided to look her over. His brow creased heavily as she sulked. Just as he tilted his head out of a glimmer she clawed and hissed at him behind her mane.

Pony lifts a bowl of cum up and hands it to Phil who offers a look of disgust at it.

The club owner then raised his mic up to start a chant.

"FEED THE KITTY! FEED THE KITTY!"

The crowd in turn rejoiced and continued the verse. Doyle and Walter left their table and shoved their way to the stages rim. Doyle yelled out, "DROWN THAT PUSSY!"

Walter laughed then suddenly caught Candi's eye. He winced and looked ever so harder before dropping his jaw. He swiftly looked at Doyle with shock. Another glance at Phil who was trying to ignore the girl in the pool.

Candi realized that Walter knew it was her. Uncle Walter knew! She coyly placed a finger to her lips that made Walter go pale. A look of sadness crossed his face. Then came the reminder that this woman, his very own niece had blown him and wore his cum. He had to turn away.

Phil closed his eyes as he saw her climb up to her knees. Without further wait he spills the bowl of cum directly over her head, cloaking her in a milky mask that seeped into every crevice , every pore. Her own eyes sealed to avoid blindness. Yet she took that moment to locate a camera trained on her and sit up proudly. Hair to her sides now. Face perfectly in view. She had chosen to risk everything for her Master.

A second bowl is handed to Phil who dumps it on to her bulging breasts. Yet another bowl coats her spine to her ass cheeks. A final fourth bowl less full is drained over her gaping mouth. She choked on its denseness and stood carefully up to throw her arms in the air in triumph. The cum was enough to conceal her face from Phil.

Applause all around left Phil suddenly feeling more attentive. He smiled at them with a smirk.

As Candi turned her back to Phil he admired her ass and the tattoo on her lower back. He rubbed his chin slightly while at the edge of the stage Walter moved about nervously in his step. Doyle cheered the crowd on with a wave of his hands.

"SUCK HIS DICK! SUCK HIS DICK! SUCK HIS DICK!"

The venture created another wave of chants that made Candi whine under her breath. She tilted her head on to her shoulder to glance shyly at Phil who was trying to fend off their goading.

She took a deep breath as she eyed the cameras then turned to carefully step out of the pool and walk directly up to Phil. Her head lowered he couldn't see her face. She knelt down in front of him and unzipped Phil's trousers to his discomfort. He found her fingers peeling away his boxers to remove his gently aroused penis. Her own Father was getting turned on. She swallowed his cock in all of her cum coated glory and felt him shiver in his step. He actually grew harder with each constriction.

Through the corner of her eye she saw Walter holding his hands over his face out of shock and unease. Still, he said nothing. For the best.

She released his cock from her lips and rolled the foreskin over her face. Phil suddenly didn't care that other men's jiz was smearing all over him. She kissed the crown and took a bold initiative to raise her gaze directly up toward Phil. Her piercing blue eyes locked on to his for all of two seconds. Then she lowered her eyelids and swallowed him whole yet again. He was stammering in his steadiness as her mouth reared back and forth without relent.

Suddenly, Doyle restarted yet another chant.

"ADD HIS JIZ! ADD HIS JIZ! ADD HIS JIZ!"

Walter grit his teeth and offered an expression of agony. He hated himself for certain. Yet he calmed when he saw Candi wag her index finger in his direction. All those years of watching her grow up he would silently lust over his own Niece. Nothing of course would become of it. Until today. Without even knowing. Fidgeting at her he realized that his desires came true. Exhaling he utters, "Holy Shit!"

Phil had to lean on Pony for support as Candi continued her feeding. This was totally for Damian. Better or worse. Her vows were equally as steadfast during her lifestyle change as it was on her Wedding day. She would hate herself later.

Phil groaned as Pony looked to the crowd and chuckled, "I think ole Phil is ready to blow." He then raises the mic up to Phil's echoing moans for the crowd to capture. Finally, Phil detonates as Candi pulls back and assists him with ejaculating a new coat of paint all across her face. Again she looks up directly exposing her blue eyes to him.

Shaking sporadically, Phil tried to look her in the eye but had to seal his lids to catch his breath.

Done, Candi crawled to her feet and circled the stage with her arms outstretched. She stopped directly over Walter and leered down at him. She stood smugly then dangled her left foot down to taunt his face. Walter choked but lowered his eyes to her toes parting his lips. Without another thought he sucked on two of her toes until she laughed at the tickling sensation and yanked her foot away.

Toward Doyle she raked cum on to her fingers and splattered it in his direction. He chuckled and raised his beer.

Taking a final bow she scurried off the stage and into the back room. It was here that she dropped into a chair and fell silent.

Thirty five minutes later the crowd and the music ceased. Pony made his way back to the dressing room. He noted her quiet retreat.

"You okay, Fluff?"

She scowled and looked up over her brow, "Not really. I'll live. Damian had better be proud of me or I've destroyed everything I love."

"I'm sure he will be. You were a trooper, Kid. That Phil guy topped the evening."

She rolls her eyes and shivers but says nothing.

Sensitively, Pony picks up a towel and wipes the cum from her face and body. Kneeling in front of her he lifts her feet and even wipes between her toes. She faintly smiles as she stands up and turns around to let him wipe her back side.

"Hey Pony? You planning on letting Clyde out of the stables?"

He looks up at her chuckling, "Ain't you had enough?"

She twists to face him with her palms draping to the sides of his face.

"I'm not leaving here until Clyde meets Dale. The cameramen need a taste too. Damian would scold me for forgetting anyone."

"Well, too late for the shutterbugs." He replies standing up over her.

She reaches in and squeezes his balls gently as she gazes up into his eyes.

"Too many horses in here. They need let out to run."

He grins sheepishly and palms the back of her head merely pulling her in for a hug. "Mister Ed needs his rest. Another time, Kid. You coming back?"

She ponders the question then sighs on his chest, "Only if Kody can join me. And, you promise to make it up to Clyde for penning him up."

He shakes his head, "AWWWWW HELL!"

He eases her off and unzips his pants dropping them to his ankles. No underwear he reveals a monster cock of nine inches and salami thick. She marvels at it with an open jaw as he grips her shoulder twisting her around in step. He then bends her over and eases his girth inside her pussy. She moans instantly, "Oh my God, Pony! That's not a Clydesdale, that's a freakin' Centaur."

His rhythm increases as her upper body flails madly. Their footing constantly inches them forward with each thrust until she reaches a loveseat along the wall. For long minutes she's bent over the arm. In her furor of ecstasy her eyes wander the pictures tacked to the wall. One in particular catches her eye.

A tear wells up on her face as Pony seals his eyes for a brutal outcome forming within. There before her was Kody naked in the lap of her husband. His mouth around her nipple.

The date written on the polaroid was two days before their Wedding.

Kody and Damian knew each other already.

She takes a deep breath and winces, "Pony? If you cum this quick I'm going to kill you. FUCK ME STALLION! GODDAMN IT FUCK ME!"

Without knowing it his amped up adrenalin took her mind off of the obvious. She would steal the picture before she went home.

For thirty minutes Pony saddled up and kept riding. Once he showers her ass with gloss he rears back and exhales abruptly like a horse whinnying.

She falls over on to the loveseat when he pulls out and curls up into a sitting fetal position. She had so many thoughts in her head. Her Father. Her Uncle. Her new friend knowing her Husband. Her job. DAMIAN!

As Pony dressed he eyes her silence. With a deep breath he sits down beside her.

"I'm all ears."

She flutters her eyes at him and smiles, "Thank you, Pony. For everything. I loved tonight."

He nods with a puckered lower lip, "Hope your Hubby loves the movie."

"I'm certain he will." She eyes the photo on the wall, "Isn't Kody beautiful?"

Pony glares back at the pic that Candi's pinky caresses.

"Always has been. Even after having a kid. No stretch marks. That was at some Bachelor Party she danced for. Private outing here at the club."

She smiles at him coyly, "Did you know that, that was Damian she was dancing on there?"

He creases his brow, "Say what?"

She crawls from the loveseat and goes to grab her cellphone. Looking up a photo of Damian and herself in happier days. She then shows him their picture.

"Wow! Cute picture. You guys looks great together." He nods gently lowering his eyes.

After a moment to pause he adds, "I doubt Kody even knows that was your Husband. Awkward though. I wouldn't jump to conclusions."

She frowns, "I'm not. Besides, that was then, this is now. I'm the wife. I'm the slave. He's my Master."

Chuckling Pony stands up placing his hands in his pockets, "Limo's outside to take you home. I imagine your adoring fans are all gone by now. Let's get your things together."

She leaps up jiggling her tits and throws her arms around him for another smothering hug.

He feels disturbed by her findings but keeps it to himself.

Before she goes she asks if it was possible to take a shower, her stench was remarkable to say the least. He swiftly agrees and takes her beside his office where his private bathroom was. Inside she found his single stall shower and banished the nights scent and stickiness. Finished up she sneaks across the club and finds her clothing. Slyly however she takes the photo of Kody and Damian down. Hiding it away in her bag.

Dressed and things gathered Pony returns to lead her through the club to the side door. Outside sits Bernard her Chauffeur. Spotting their exit the burley black man jumps from his seat and opens the side door for her.

"After you, Miss Fluff."

She crawls inside and waves goodbye playfully to Pony. As Bernard shuts the door he returns to start the engine. Pulling out on to the road she leans her forehead on the window in thought.

For the next twenty minutes she rode home in darkness. The city light long in the distance. She notes an intercom and fidgets before pressing the button.

"Bernard?"

"Yes, Miss Fluff?"

"I'm lonely back here. Can you pull over and join me?"

She hears him grumble under his breath unable to decipher his words. Yet, she feels the car slow down and pull over. Luckily, they had just left the Interstate. Seconds later he opens the door and crawls in beside her. She smiles at him then eases into his arm. He could hear her sob.

"What's wrong, Miss Fluff?" he glared at her with concern.

"I just need to be held. Can you offer me that?"

"Absolutely, Miss Fluff. Just so you know I'm a happily married man."

"And, I'm a happily...owned woman."

"Owned? You don't happen to be related to my family down south is you?"

She thumps his bicep chuckling through a tear.

"I would be honored if that were true. I just need a quiet cry. Off camera. Off the record."

"Plenty of suit to dry your eyes on then."

She smiled and placed her head on his arm.

The tears were few, but evident.

I, Candi Ch. 19: Tension Mounts

Candi prowled the Fitness Center in her purple G-string bikini. With every step she heard whispers abound about her near perfect body. Especially her tight heart shaped ass that her G-string's strand vanished within. To the onlooker it was bare ass all the way. Just how she wanted to be presented. The more feedback she heard the better.

The days were getting longer and the gym members were coming out of the woodwork. Some of them older members who during a single visit after months away were suddenly there three to four days a week now. She loved it. Often on her tours of the gym she would welcome them back. Each time examining their reaction toward her boldness. As surmised, not one negative comment came out of any of them. She would go so far as to make sure her Employer's Earl and Mark knew exactly how the clientele felt about her. Today, she restrained herself somewhat. After her stage show at Pony's Express turning into a full fledged porno she needed to lick her wounds. After all, out of 300 people in the nightclub she either tasted or felt well over 100 men inside her holes. As fun as it was that day, it would haunt her for weeks to come. Not due to the sex or their aggressive nature, but of seeing her very own Father watching her fuck every guy in sight.

Luckily for her Pony made her wear a leather mask and cats eye contact lenses. Even after losing her disguise during the show that maintained her identity. Still, there was no possible way to avoid her Father and his reluctant sexual experience. She knew very well that her Uncle and her Dad's Business Partner egged him on until he unknowingly forced her to seduce him orally. His own flesh and blood. The images in her head made her nauseous. She still recalled looking directly into her Father's eyes mere feet from his face. For a split second she could tell that her Father found something familiar in her. She prayed that it was just her own stressed imagination.

Regardless of the travesty, she accepted her situation and fulfilled her commitment to Pony, and got some magnificent footage for her husband Damian. As a tear formed she shook it off quickly. With a shiver she whispered, "Water under the bridge. I did what was necessary. Damian will be proud of me. I know it!"

So lost in thought Candi barely felt two powerful hands grip her shoulders from behind. Pausing to enjoy their strength she closed her eyes and allowed the hands to massage her. After a few moments of adoration she tilts her head back to see, "Dave! Well hello stranger. Long time no see."

Dave Tremont was the Brother-in-law of Eddie Bennet. The two of them had worked out together two weeks back as a guest to Eddie.

He releases his grip giving her the opportunity to turn around and face him. She then melted into a tight hug that made him aroused instantly. She clung so closely to him that she could feel his manhood's twitch. She winces and puckers up at him, "That was fast. So, do you still have that cell photo I had Eddie send you?"

He smirks, "No way am I deleting that pic. Yes indeed!"

She giggles lightly, "Good! I hope that has kept you warm at night while getting over your Big D." He knew she meant his divorce.

"Hell, I made a poster out of that pic and hid it from my sister inside my closet door. Needless to say that door's wide open at night as I lay in bed."

She grins sheepishly and lowers her left hand down to grip his bulging erection behind his pair of sweatpants. Looking up at him she jerks at it while pondering, "Did you do this a lot?" He blushes and looks around at any onlookers. Quite a few men saw her maneuver. It made him slightly uneasy. "Couple times a day if you must know. I think we have an audience."

She shrugs while continuing to pinch his cock through the cloth gently stroking it. "Do you truly care right at this moment, Mister?"

He grits his teeth sighing, "Guess not! Little bold for my tastes. I suppose I'm not used to this kind of thing so publicly. You're certainly not shy."

She only shakes her head negatively. "Should I stop, David?"

His brain said yes, his cock said no. He couldn't even form words let alone a decision.

Biting her lower lip she moves her hand up from his erection to slide it beneath his t-shirt, then eagerly slipped her fingers under his sweats and underwear. Now she literally palmed his flesh. His cock raged into a sturdy rock. Before he could even think he had to inhale at her touch.

"My! Somebody is glad I did that."

Tortured by his predicament he swallows hoarsely and looks around him. He noted numerous grins and even a few thumbs up. That was encouraging he thought.

"You massaged my muscles. Now it's your turn."

"Ummm! Can't we get in trouble for this?"

She rolls her eyes, "Do you really think any man here doesn't want to be in your shoes right now? Shush and let it flow."

He had to close his eyes and tense up. As her strokes grew more intense it only took mere minutes to jizz all over her hand. Her eyes bulging at his grunts she uses her other hand to pull his sweats out to peer down at her grip. She then whispers, "He's so purple! Like my bikini."

He finally opens his eyes just as she pulls her cum soaked hand out to look at it. This made him queasy. Watching her nervously, she raised her sticky fingers up to wave it around the room in all directions. He could hear the members praising her bold nature.

She studied Dave's face as she put her fingers up to her mouth to begin licking his cum from her digits.

"Good God! You're too much."

She winks at him, "I don't recall asking you for money. I just paid you back for my massage. And, gave you sweet dreams for many nights to come." Nodding he adjusts his swollen junk and tightens his sweats. "Gee! I guess after that my offer to go get a beer with you is lame."

"I'm free tomorrow night. See? I'm not too much after all."

Dave chuckles, "Meet me at "CanTINA's tomorrow night at 8:00?"

"I'll be there. Any preference as to what I wear?"

"Do you own a dress?"

"Dress? But, of course. I am a Lady after all." she giggles, "Yea! Yea!"

He stares at her speechless until, "Well, I guess I had my workout for the day. I'm heading home. Thanks for the greeting." He turns to walk away then points back at her. "Don't be late."

As Dave disappeared Candi picked up a towel from a weight bench and dried her hand. Then, gazing around her she belts out, "DON"T FORGET MY MASSAGE PARLOR HAS IT'S GRAND OPENING NEXT MONDAY. BETTER BOOK YOUR SESSION BEFORE IT FILLS UP."

Earl Sterling, her elderly boss opened his office door at the commotion. He spotted Candi in her purple bikini and grimaced. Before he could yell she frowned, "I know, I know! In your office, NOW!"

She shuffled barefoot across the gym and stopped in front of the grumpy 59 year old. She then turned around to face the members, "THE SCHEDULING BOOK IS AT THE FRONT COUNTER! THE FIRST THREE CUSTOMERS GETS THE BEST MASSAGE I'VE EVER GIVEN."

Earl watches their reaction with gritted dentures. To his shock over half the members raced toward the front. His jaw dropped out of awe. In his surprise he feels Candi place her hand on his chest, patting it, "Can't you just see that mountain of money? Come on Earl. Let's get this over with. Before Mark comes in from outside."

Stepping into Earl's office she plopped down into his recliner and kicked back. As he followed her in he snarled, "That's my seat."

She sprawled out flamboyantly expressing her body in a defiant freedom. Sticking her tongue out at him she caresses her chest and mutters, "Sorry to inform you but I have the best seat in the house. As you well know."

Earl scoffs at her sarcasm, "Y'know Palmer, you're getting a big head on those shoulders of yours."

She rolls her eyes, "Get real, Earl. I've seen your head. Promises, promises!"

He merely stares her down before shaking his head, "I've lost interest. Get your ass back to work. And, try to behave." She hops up out of his recliner delighted by his denial of her. She truly didn't feel in the mood for Earl's perversions. She at least for today had a much desired raincheck.

Standing before him she pouts falsely for his benefit. On her tiptoes she pecks him on the cheek and steps to the door. Her back to him she pivots her torso and pats her ass cheek, "Best seat in the house. Don't even try to deny that. I'm going to go misbehave now. Bye, Earl."

He felt defeated. He didn't have the fire to fight her today.

Moving back into the busy gym she strolled with her hands held by the wrist behind her back. She knew by tightening up that her Tit's were bulging in her tiny bikini top. Humming sweetly she makes her rounds winking and sticking her tongue out at the attentive male members. There were only two other females in the house. Lesbians at that. Partners to be precise. They were faithful to each other and enjoyed Candi's show just as much as the men.

To the far west corner of the gym huddled three male members chatting amongst themselves and eying her casually. Her curiosity overcame her and she shuffled slowly in their direction. "Morning Guys. Barry I know." She winces in thought, "Tom? Gordon?"

"Good memory." admires Barry Sullivan, concurred by nodding at the behest of Tom Abrams and Gordon Levine.

"Beauty and brains. Complete package wouldn't you boys say?" she bragged.

"Indeed, indeed! That was some show earlier. Mighty brave of you. My question is just how do you get away with that kind of exhibition?" queried Gordon.

"It's easy. See?" She smiles mischievously as she peels her bikini top down to reveal her bulging tits. Her nipples hard from the sheer joy of expressing herself.

All eyes drifted down to view her as they nodded their approval. "My, my, my! Those are dangerous." Tom hisses faking as if he were going to squeeze them. He stops in jest, uncertain of her intent. As he does she rolls her eyes, "Stop teasing me or I'll stop teasing you."

Tom raises his eye brows and glances between her and his two friends. With a sigh he reaches out and clutches both of her breasts and jiggles them. "Oh those feel nice. Guys? You should really give these puppies a squeeze. Nothing fake about these."

He lets go allowing Barry and Gordon to claim one breast each. To their delight she lets out a gentle moan. "Such strong hands." Tom chuckles, "Looked like you had a nice strong grip yourself earlier. That guy nearly fainted."

"That would have been embarrassing." She frowns, "Have you boys signed up for my massage parlor's Grand Opening?"

Tom shakes his head, "Not yet! But I bet your Grand Opening is one beautiful sight to behold."

She shivers as Barry and Gordon release her tits. Covering them back up she smiles warmly at Tom. "All of my openings are grand. You three need to sign up."

Barry rubs his chin, "Do we get what that guy got earlier?"

She stares wide eyed and contemplates, "Most likely, only with warm oils to help things along."

Gordon folds his arms and narrows his eyes, "I don't recall you ever being this bold. I like this change in you. Will you get naked for me during a session?"

"Gordy? I just showed you my tits. Do you really need to ask?"

He fidgets, "Well yeah! Do I get to touch you anywhere in our session?"

Again she rolls her eyes, "You just squeezed my tit. Did you witness me slapping your hand away?"

He shakes his head feeling stupid. "You know what I mean. Anywhere other than the tit?"

She ignores everything around her and steps directly up to Gordon who lets his arms drop. She turns around pressing her back directly in contact with his front. She bends over touching her toes allowing her bare ass to nestle against his crotch. He found the courage to let his hands rub her ass cheeks while looking around the room for onlookers. His fingers tugged the string between her ass cheeks and pries it outward to view her anal cavity. He huffs and exhales at Barry and Tom as they lean inwardly to catch a glimpse of their own.

Tom chuckles and licks his left hands middle finger and slyly reaches in to caress her cavity. She jumps at his touch, shivering, but doesn't straighten up.

Finally, she stands up and presses herself further into Gordy's embrace. He wraps his arms around her and lays his chin into her blond hair. Her right hand stretches behind her to palm his cheek.

"Any more questions, Gordy?"

"Yeah. Can I fuck you out in my car in five minutes?" She giggles, "Fuck me? In our session perhaps. Not in your car, and not today. But, yes. I'll fuck you, Gordy."

She peels away from Gordon and moves to Tom slipping into his hesitant arms. She then looks up at him with her chin pressed into his chest. "What about you? Do you desire to fuck me or just finger my ass?"

He turns red slightly, "Both!"

She blows him a kiss, "Good answer."

Candi then slips away into Barry's arms, "And, you my handsome Knight?"

"Polish my Lance I might just joust with you."

"So shiny you can see yourself. Absolutely."

All in agreement she winks at them as she hears her boss Mark and the carpenter Craig talking behind them. Eying her actions Mark grimaces. Craig merely smirked and tried not to notice.

As Mark continued to eye her Candi defied his gaze and pulled Barry's arms around to encompass her front. His left hand was placed on her left breast and his right hand was carefully guided down to her lower belly. His fingers barely dipped below her bikini's clothe.

Mark shakes his head and moves away toward his office. He like his Father felt defeated by her.

Twenty feet away the two Lesbian lovers both whistled and clapped at her bravado.

Their cheering brought on even more encouragement from the other members. Not a single member looked away.

Candi felt her adrenalin spike and steps away from Barry's fondling hands. She took three steps away then turned around to face the trio of men. She then began dancing erotically in front of everyone. Blowing kisses at the men she moves about the members starting with the lesbians and kisses both of their cheeks for their applause. She then glided between one member after another until she had kissed them all on the cheek.

Her journey ended at the middle of the floor where she had started. Continuing her dance she teased them by untying her bikini top and letting the strands dangle.

Utilizing her right forearm to cover her chest cups she moves the fingers of her left hand down to untether the bow to her bikini bottoms. As the strings fell her bottom peeled gently aside revealing her tanned hip and inner thigh. The members grew louder in their praise forcing both Mark and his Father Earl to vacate their office to bare witness to her unveiling.

They no more than stepped into view than her bikini top was flung aside leaving her topless. She jiggled her tits from side to side. Finally noticing Mark and Earl she pointed at them while lowering her face to look over her brow mischievously.

Before Mark could take a step she pinched her bottoms final string and yanks the bottoms off of her body. She tossed them over at the Lesbians.

Mark barged over to her and grabbed her by the wrist forcibly dragging her toward his office. He could hear the crowd booing his roughness. He didn't care. Before Earl could follow him inside Mark slammed his door and locked it.

He then whirled around and threw her against his door pinning her to it. His face was full of fury. So mad that he found it hard to even speak. For the very first time Candi feared Mark.

She pouted and kept quiet in hopes he would calm down. Outside she could still hear them talking about her boldness. All good! If she could hear it then Mark could hear it.

Finally, Mark lunged in and kissed her hard on the lips. She was stunned by his decision. At first she hesitated then swiftly melted into his furious passion. His kisses stormed over her neck and shoulders. She knew that sooner or later Mark would break. His resistance was lingering for far too long. She gasped and whispered, "About damned time."

Suddenly, without warning he stopped and pulled her away from the door unlocking it and yanking it open. He again drug her by the wrist back into the center of the gym and awaited until the members quieted down. He twists her around and pulls her back to his chest gripping her by the throat. All the while Earl stood wide eyed by his son's madness.

"I need to know. Is there anyone here appalled by this woman's actions? Please show your hands if you are offended."

He immediately heard a roar of "HELL NO!" as he scanned about toward every single face.

Candi stood expressionless within Mark's grip.

Easing up Mark turned her to face him and eyed her without blinking. He growls, "Fine! Greet your fans properly. We'll discuss this after your shift is over."

Released, Mark steps away and looks around fanning his arms, "I apologize for my actions. You all know what this kind of activity could do to my Dad and Me. I'm letting this happen on the condition that nobody rats us out. Enjoy!" He ignores Earl's growls and returns to his office. Earl stood speechless for a moment then he too vanishes.

Candi stood emotionless for a moment to let everything sink in. Then a smile crept across her face. A moment to breath. Then, bouncing vividly in step followed by a loud shrill squeal she belts out, "YESSSSSSSSSSSS! I love you guys."

The remainder of her shift would prove bonding. Member after member admired her zest and praised her for her openness. Not one member issued an objection.

Earl in his office scratched his head, "What was the world coming to?" Then, he chuckled, "To work out at my gym."

At shift's end Candi put her bikini on as assisted by her co-worker Rodney Larsen. Rodney looked her in the eyes and grit his teeth, "Man-o-man! That was amazing."

She nods smiling brightly, "God, I'm so horny after all that attention and no sex."

He raises an eyebrow, "I guess I could..." He was then cut off by his cellphone ringing. Swiftly pulling it from his shirt pocket he groans, "My sister Rhea. Hold that thought."

She pats his arm, "You go ahead and talk to her. I need to talk with Mark before I leave."

Separating Rodney heads to the lobby while Candi swallows hoarsely and makes her way to Mark's office. Knocking on his door she eases it open to peek inside. Mark sat in his swivel chair facing the door with his head looking down at the floor.

She eased in and closed the door softly before turning and holding her wrist in front of her. "You wanted to talk before I headed home?"

He sighs heavily, "Looks like you won. Amazing as it is the members love what you're doing. My question is, how long before the wrong person blabs and the cops come a calling."

She fidgets, "Ummm! Unless it's the State Police I think I can wiggle out of that one. Thanks to Damian." She notes his saddened features and cautiously decides to kneel down in front of him. He looks away.

Candi placed her left hand on his right hand which resided in his lap. She then reached out to claim his left hand dangling off the edge of his desk. One in possession she guides the hand to her throat and attempts to tighten his fingers around her.

"I know you liked how this went earlier. I could feel it in your kiss." He swiftly yanks both of his hands out of her reach and folds them in front of his chest.

"Yeah! About that. Shouldn't have happened." He deeply clears his throat, "Look Candi, I love Lisa. We're just having some intimacy issues right now. Both of us are having troubles explaining what the problem is. I know she loves me but she's struggling to explain herself. So am I." He almost forms a tear.

Candi pouts feeling his emotions tug at her. She recalls all of the soul searching she had been forced to realize while Damian was changing her life.

He rubs his eye and shakes it off, "Between our problems and dealing with the gym, Dad fucking you, how I have to keep that from my Mom, and you terrorizing the town, I'm stretched in all directions." He sits idle for a moment and then chuckles, "Oh, this topped the cake. The Mayor himself called me to make an appointment Monday. He wants to be the first customer to get a massage." He leans forward, "You CANNOT be this open toward the Mayor. I'm going to draw the line. Am I understood?"

She fidgets, "I'll wear a sweat suit. Bikini underneath. Wow! The Mayor. Okay. I can do this. You have my word."

Mark nods, "Thank you! I think I'll give Rodney a raise and appoint him as the Doorman. He can keep a constant lookout for incoming members and non-members. It's the only safe way I can let you continue this nudity thing. I'll talk with Dad and calm him down."

She smiles warmly, "Mark? We both know you love seeing me naked. We both know I make you hard. And, there is no way that Damian has not told you to fuck me silly."

He clamps a hand over her mouth, "Stop! Yes to all of those. But, I want to remain faithful to Lisa. It's just me. So, please chill out on the seducing idea. Faithfulness is important to me. Unlike other members of my family."

She nods silently. With a deep exhale she stands up. She had briefly been reminded of her own Father's actions. She needed to talk to Damian soon.

Mark shares a thoughtful glare with Candi, then flutters his hand for her to go.

"Get on home. Tomorrow is another day."

Candi smirks, "About tomorrow! I was thinking of masturbating for the members. Any complaints?"

Mark lowers his head and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Like Dad and I have said, one negative complaint and you're going to stop all this. Before we get closed down. Understood?"

She smiles in the threshold of his opened door, "So, that is a Yes bring your dildo?"

He shakes his head forced to form a smile.

"Leave the dildo at home. Just use your fingers until the time is right."

She giggles in response, "Dildo it is!"

As she darts out he again pinched his nose, "How in the hell did I let Damian Palmer talk me into all of this?"

As Candi walked through the gym she overheard Rodney snapping. She sprinted the last few steps to round the corner into the lobby. She noted Rodney looking out the front door with his cell to his ear.

"No I'm NOT GAY! Dammit Rhea. I have a girlfriend. Yes a real flesh and blood girlfriend. No I'm positive that she isn't a blowup doll. You'll meet her when I want you to meet her. Stop pushing me. Go jerk off your boyfriend or something. But, leave me the fuck alone about my social life."

Candi frowns then has a brilliant moment. She tiptoes up behind Rodney and plants her arms around his waist. He loses his train of thought just as Candi enters the conversation. She reaches up and grabs Rodney's cellphone and steps away.

"Hello? Who is this? You had better not be trying to steal my man or I'll kick your ass. His sister? Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, Rhea! Shit! I'm sorry. I've heard a lot about you." She rolls her eyes, "Well, yeah. He does say you're a bitch fairly often. You should try treating your brother better. He is so sweet."

Rhea's next words force Candi to drop her jaw and narrow her eyes, "You don't even know your own brother. He is most certainly not gay and I can vouch for him that he's not a virgin. Believe what you want. I'm real and I can prove it. Name the place and time."

Rodney holds his mouth amazed yet terrified by what was next.

"Rodney? Rhea wants us to join them at the movies this Friday. I'll make myself free if you want me to go. Sounds fun."

Rodney chokes out, "Fine! Anything you want Baby."

Candi frowns wincing at him, "Baby?" she silently motioned with her lips, "Be a MAN!"

He quickly gathers his courage and snatches his cell back, "Fine! We'll be there. Text me the movie times and what town the movies at. Yes you're a bitch. My girlfriend's name?"

Candi bites her lip for a moment, "I can't believe your sister doesn't even know my name at the very least." She in turn snatches his cell away yet again, " Hi Rhea. It's me again. For what it's worth my name is Candace. I'm sorry your brother feels the need to hide the fact I exist. We can have a long talk Friday night. Let's get Pizza before the movie. My treat. Maybe I can melt away the Bitchy heart Rodney seems to believe is impossible. Ok, here's Rodney."

He reclaims his cell dumbfounded then gathers his wits, "She is nice! I'm sorry I feel it necessary to keep secrets. I just know how the family is. You're all so critical of me because I like my privacy. Look, I have to close up. Candace says to tell you goodbye. So, bye!"

Swiftly he hangs up and glares at her.

"What the hell?"

Candi shifts seductively toward him and stands on her tiptoes to kiss him full on the lips. After warm moments she breaks away and pats him on the chest with both hands, "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. I'm saving your ass. I'm not your girlfriend, only when it's necessary to role play. I am married after all. Let's put your sister in her place. Deal?"

He shakes his head in confusion, "Yea, okay! Deal."

She smirks, "Now practice on being a REAL MAN. Don't act so pussy whipped. Can the Baby stuff. Call me WENCH or something."

"How about we practice at your house. I'll take care of your needs."

She fans herself, "On one condition."

Shrugging he awaits her offer.

"You think about all of the pent up frustration you've had over the years and take it out on me."

He ponders the request, "That might get you killed."

"A Real MAN would prove his point without blood on his hands. If you kill me I can't humiliate Rhea for you. Right?"

"Shut up Wench!"

The night was young.

I, Candi Ch. 20: Crotch Rocket The morning was warm and humid as Candi Palmer walked toward work. Normally this was her chance to get in at least a short jog. Today however she just felt like casually walking and spending the time in thought.

Haired pinned back, she wore her dark sunglasses and today's choice of a leopard print G-string bikini. She went so far as to bling herself out with ankle jewelry to accent her wild woman persona. Candace of the jungle.

Contemplating her date in the evening with Dave Tremont she smiled spotting the bar named "canTINA's" in the distance. Named after the owner "Tina Quinones". Topic for a later thought.

Passing the firehouse she was shocked to see that the local firemen were all inside. Just as well she thought. She didn't really have time today to tease them further.

Approaching a crosswalk she watched as a Police squad car eased it's way to the shoulder. A familiar face was behind the wheel. One that she had not seen since her night in jail nearly a month ago. She smiled brightly as he waved at her.

"Morning Phil. I haven't seen you around in awhile. How's the profiling?"

He leaned his arm on his window sill and admired her beauty.

"Still fingering the bad guys. Or in your case girls."

She steps up to the car door and leans in for a stolen hug. She knew that she needed to be careful who saw her being so friendly with the cops in town. Word might get out like wildfire and create friction.

Phil didn't care. He certainly enjoyed the brush of her breasts on his arm. As she stepped back he ran his gaze over her from head to toe. She politely twisted in her step to allow him a view from all angles.

"You do realize that those kind of bikini's are illegal to wear in public."

"So arrest me. Fight me to the ground as I resist." She giggles.

"Just letting you know. Until I get any reports I won't stop you for it. Besides, you know damned well that you make my day."

Shifting her shoulder bag she sticks her tongue out at him, "I bet I do. Don't you be stroking that nightstick until after dark. That's my job when you decide to allow it. It doesn't seem like the cops in this town want much to do with me. I know that Damian has given you all permission to play with me."

Phil fidgets looking forward through his windshield for a moment, "I reckon it's just caution on our part. We can't get so involved that we put our career's on the line. Small town gossip can get messy." "No more messy than all the stuff I get away with. With your help I might add."

"True dat! So far other than that stunt you pulled at the football game there's been no complaint's. Just learn to observe what you're doing before you do it."

"You know I'll push my limits, Phil. Let people complain. Damian wants me to act like a slut. I enjoy teasing. I'll watch it when kids are out of school."

"Not every person in town has an open mind. Church folk. Elderly. Just be smart."

"If you keep playing Father figure I'll go against your wishes. I can easily strip this bikini off and finish my walk to work. We can test that theory and see who complains."

He frowns, "Now, now! Keep it on."

She lowers her sunglasses and winks at him over her brow.

"Have a good day Phil. Tell Dale I said hi."

He watches as she wiggles across the street in front of him and whistles to himself. Some day he was going to have to either arrest her or fuck her silly. Most likely both.

Continuing her journey she kept the name Phil on her mind. Her father's name was Phil. After the events in St. Louis she still felt ashamed of herself. She allowed her own Father to sexually abuse her during her dancing at Pony'S EXpress. Not that he knew it was her. Or at the very least let on that he knew. Still, she shivered at the moment that he paused at mid eye contact. As if a recognition yet without certainty. She pouted at the thought of what he would have to say if he realized the truth. About both of their actions.

"Will you STOP!" She taps the ball of her hand on her temple. Thinking about it was making her miserable. She needed to be perky and attentive to the gym members. Today she was determined to push her limits even further. Yesterday, she had proven that her nudity at the gym was applauded at. They loved her.

Distracted by her inner turmoil she hadn't heard a motorcycle idling up behind her on the street. A few revs later she turns to face the biker. Pulling to a stop he removes his helmet to reveal the Four Horsemen member, "Reese Owen".

"Hey Stranger!" He calls out.

"Oh my God! Reese! Where the heck have you been? You Horsemen have been scarce since that day you guys raped me. To my liking of course." "Been out of town. Rode up to Sturgis with some buddies and my girl. Clarence told me that you've upped your game. Sorry I wasn't around to bodyguard you in St. Louis."

She shrugs moving in to offer him a hug. She smelled delicious he thought.

"That's okay. Clarence told me that Damian forbid you guys to watch over me. No need to play out any rehearsed story."

"I knew Clarence told you. That hardly means that I wouldn't have defied Damian's wishes. At least you look safe and healthy."

"I'm great! Few mental scars I don't really care to share with anybody but Damian." She smiles brightly, "Thank you for your concern though."

"Need a lift? I'm heading to the gym right now."

She eyes the bike, "Am I going to get burnt on the pipes? It's not like I have any protection."

He chuckles, "It's only three blocks."

Brainstorm, She steps in to force him to set up perfectly straight. Then, she throws her right leg over his lap until she could be assisted into position. Facing him, she straddled his crotch with her ass rested on the fuel tank. She then claims his helmet, holding her sunglasses between her lips Candi puts it on. Now holding her glasses she drops them into her shoulder bag. He merely shakes his head, "Thank God my Girl lives five towns away."

Lifting the smoked visor she takes her shoulder bag and drapes it around his neck. Following that she wraps her legs around his waist.

"You ready?" He smirks.

"Not yet." To his surprise she unties her bikini top and releases her Titties to the world. His eyes bulged as he shot a glance around him for onlookers. As he does she grips his jaw and forces eye contact, "Stop worrying. Enjoy me!"

Nodding nervously he again asks, "Ready now?"

"Not yet." Both of her hands go to her sides and release the bows to her thong. Yanking it free of her body she places both garments in her shoulder bag behind him. In reaching the bag her chest crushed hard against his.

"You're crazy."

"You're rock hard." She lowered her right hand to squeeze the outline of his bulging erection. He looked down at her as she playfully reached her hand inside his sweats to stroke his cock.

"How am I supposed to drive and not get us killed?"

"Are you ready?" She winks as her visor goes down.

"Not yet!" He jests reaching up to squeeze her tits together and high enough to suck on both nipples as one. The move made her coo.

"Now I'm ready."

Carefully he reached around to grip the throttle and rev the bike numerous times. The vibrations shot through her body. He could hear her cry out "Oh Shit!"

He pauses a moment before taking off to lift the visor to see her eyes wide and anxious.

"You okay?"

"I've never been on a motorcycle. You hear stories about the vibrations. Dear God! They're true."

He chuckles and revs the bike multiple times as each circulation made her shiver with hormonal anticipation.

Without warning he chose to take off down the street. It was difficult to keep his eyes off of her. After a moment she pulled her hand from Reese's sweats and threw both arms around his neck.

"Take the long way."

He chuckles, "Hold on tight."

She squeals as he speeds up and heads for the outskirts of town. Luckily traffic was slim on the country roads. The few cars that they did pass offered looks of bewilderment at worst. A mile out he turns down a narrow side road as he hears her breath increase. She moaned loudly, "Faster!"

On the open road he took the risk and reached the velocity of 70 miles per hour. The roaring between her legs swiftly made her cum. She screamed into his ear as she hugged him. He felt lucky that she wasn't very heavy and that his years of strength training made him ready for anything.

Reaching a small clearing with a lone tree he pulls over and stops. Shutting the engine off he props the kickstand and removes the helmet from her head. She trembled violently in his arms. In response he peels her away gently and holds her chin in his left hand. Her eyes met his and wept.

He then pulled her into a warm kiss. One that smoldered within seconds. Finally, becoming an inferno. She ferociously clung to him running her nails through his hair. His grip on the helmet was lost and it fell into the grass below.

Her weight pushes him backwards until he laid back on to his seat. His hands roamed her hair and spine as their kiss tormented each others souls. Finally, she breaks away with a gasp and plants her hands on his chest lifting his shirt up to kiss his chest. He merely laid back and looked up at the blue sky. He felt her hands sliding back into his sweats until she could encompass his cock. Finally, she forced herself up to sit over him as she pulled his dick out to begin stroking it.

She was stunning in the sunlight. An Angel he thought.

After two minutes of stroking it she untangles her legs and climbs up on top of him. Fighting the sweats she managed to slip her pussy lips over his crown and feel it ease into her. After a long sigh she begins riding him.

Gyration after gyration she moaned and planted her hands on his stomach. He himself followed along with guttural moans of his own. Five minutes escape before he forces himself up careful not to topple the bike. He literally lifts her off of his cock just as he explodes a geyser of froth all along her inner thighs. Strength fading fast at the feat he falls back to his seat. She in turn merely stretched out on top of him with her right arm draped over his chest to lay her chin on.

Ten minutes they lay there in the morning ambience.

Finally, she pats his chest.

"That was incredible. We need to do this again."

"Sound's like a date."

"I'm sorry that you might feel guilty. I know how much you like your girlfriend."

He scowls, "She would never ever do anything this cool. For now, don't remind me of her. Guilt I'll deal with later."

"If there's anything I can do to soothe the guilt just let me know."

Reese chuckles, "Do? Like what? Give me more guilt?"

"Absolutely! I love my Reese's Pieces."

He shakes his head and sits up, pulling his shirt down. Adjusting his sweats he grimaces, "Yeah. Stained. That looks obvious."

"I'll wash them off at the gym. You can wear a towel."

Puckering he positions her so that he could step off the bike and retrieve his helmet. He plants it back on top of her head then pats it. Her eyes sparkle looking up at him.

"We need to get you to work."

She offers a quirky expression, "It was worth my being late. You just got my motor running. I'm ready for more."

"I can only imagine."

He straddles his seat and lets her wiggle around him to sit on the seat behind him. Her tits crushed hard into his back. "Wanna put your bikini back on?"

She again wraps her legs around his front this time.

"No way. Let the world see me."

He leers around to face her closing down the visor.

"Hang on Evel."

As he turned the bike around he started up and roared down the road.

Holding on? She did.

Twelve minutes later Reese pulls up to the gym parking lot. He grit his teeth at how many cars were already there. He was hardly used to this many members. As Candi hopped off and removed her helmet he ventured, "Business is booming. You have anything to do with that?"

"Of course. Everybody loves Candi. I'm sweet like that."

She hands him the helmet and claims her shoulder bag. Swiftly she locates her bikini and puts it on. She waits for Reese to get off of his bike and prepare to follow her in. She takes two steps then stops to rub her inner thigh where he had splattered her with his morning jizz. "My legs are sticking together. You shoot me with super glue?"

He laughs, "That's what you get."

She frowns and turns to walk in the glass doorway.

Once inside she finds three people in line to make appointments for her massages. She smiles and squeezes her way between the men to look up at Rodney behind the counter.

"Wow! My log book is filling up fast. I might have to take my work home with me."

She then sticks her tongue out at the young men.

She recognizes one of them as a Condor. She refrains from saying his name because she couldn't honestly remember it. Instead he spoke up, "I brought you business. This is Darrell and Peck."

"Hi Darrell. Hi Pecker." She winks his direction.

"Didn't I tell you this girl was smoking hot?"

She feigns a blush glancing over as Reese sneaks past heading into the fitness center.

"How did you know about my new promotion?"

"Kevin let on to Kyle that you were going into business. He's drumming up customers for you."

"Awwwwwwww! That's sweet of him. I'll have to call him later. While you guys are here why don't you join the gym. You know the perks."

"That's the plan."

She giggles and licks her upper lip, "Rodney? Give our friends here a one day pass. I'm thinking they might join within the hour. I'm going to work out today myself. You might need to spot me."

"Sure thing."

"Good! Speaking of spots I need to go take care of something. Stick around."

She swiftly slides past them and moves toward the locker room. On her way she heard escalating whistles from all directions. She in turn twisted on her heels and blew kisses around the room. Once her emotional artillery ceased fire she darted into the locker room and peeled her bikini back off. Stopping just long enough to pin her hair back into a pony tail she heads into the shower stall to rinse off her lower regions. Once cleaned up she returns to her locker and cascades her body with alluring body spray. The pheromones in it were tantalizing even her.

Bikini back on she lets down her hair and brushes it out. Inside her locker door was a lengthy mirror that she checked herself out in. She jostles her breasts around as if fluffing them up. Then, she fidgets and reaches up to the photograph she had swiped from Pony's Express. She truly didn't know what to make of it. Her Husband had toyed with her new friend Kody at his Bachelor Party three years ago. Did he have sex with her? Did Kody lie to her all along or had she just forgotten who Damian was? Surely, she danced for hundreds of strange men over the years. Still, Damian had his lips over Kody's nipple. With a pout she replaces the photo inside and closes the locker door.

She would mull the situation over for another week then decide whether to question Damian and Kody about it. For now she was having the time of her life. Leaving the locker room she sets her handbag behind an artificial tree for safe keeping. She then moved casually toward her new Massaging room. Inside it she shut the door behind her and merely absorbed the atmosphere. Walking about the room she has to touch the newness of everything. From the oil storage shelves to the stereo built into the wall. Towels, sheets, room divider for people to undress behind. She looks about for the hidden cameras. They were so invisible that she couldn't find them. Good, she thought. Less stress on the client.

She loved the fact that the wall facing the gym were one way windows from top to bottom. She could see out but nobody else could see in. She felt her heart flutter at the prospect of sex in front of everyone yet they couldn't even witness it. The customers were going to feel invincible.

At the back wall of the room she discovered what looked like a massive wooden cabinet. She tried to open the doors but soon realized that they were artificial.

"Hmmmmmmm! What's the purpose of that?"

She then heard the door open behind her as Mark walks in. Her boss sealed the door behind him.

"Hey! i noticed you on camera in here. Let me show you what that cabinet is. This was a gift from your contractor buddies."

He twists the door handles an opposite direction until she spots the cabinet pop open around the sides. Mark then used the handles to pull the cabinet out and drag it down from the top. Resting the entire cabinet on the floor from its wall connections. She swiftly noticed the twin mattress hiding behind it.

"They gave me a hideaway bed?"

Mark grins, "Just in case you need room to play. Cool huh?"

She sits down on it and looks up at Mark.

"Can I talk to you? I mean in absolute confidence?"

He in response sits next to her, "Bend my ear. What's up?"

She offers a confused expression trying to decide how best to approach her internal troubles. Finally she stabs her crystal blue eyes in his direction.

"You went to Damian's bachelor party right?"

He nods without question, "Yea. Wild night. Cardinal baseball game and a few strip clubs. I got so drunk I could barely drive home. I should really have stayed at the Hotel room the guys got. But, no! Stupid me drove home weaving and slapping my face all the way. Why do you ask? You already knew I went."

"Please keep this between us, Mark. I found a photograph of Damian and my friend Kody on the wall at Pony's the other night. He was sucking her nipple. Yet, she hasn't let on the fact she knows him."

"That was three years ago, Candi. People come and go in her business. She might not recall that night outside of a picture. I don't even remember her. There was a lot of strippers around us."

"Yea, but if you look around them at the background they're sitting on a bed. Sheets and all. Did you guys take any strippers back to that Hotel room?"

He shrugs, "I didn't go back to the Hotel. I haven't heard any stories from the guys about any strippers at the room. That doesn't mean it's not possible. Ask Damian."

She frowns, "I'm afraid my questioning him will get me into trouble. That's not the worst of last night."

He notes her discomfort, "Anyone hurt you? You look fine."

"I'm great. I won't give you a rough number of guys that had me. I don't want you to look at me any more harshly than you already do."

He shakes his head, "It doesn't matter to me what you do. Just stay clean. I mean YES it does nag at me the way you seem to push your limits. Damian's turned you into a creature of need."

"Nympho? Slut? Whore? All of the above? I know. Trust me I know. Since I allowed Damian to control me just to prove my love and devotion I can't help my hunger. I do anything and everything just to make him smile. I love being the new me. But--"

"But?" he raises an eyebrow.

"Something else happened last night that I hadn't counted on." She grits her teeth.

Awaiting her to finish he waves his hand to nudge her response.

"My Father and Uncle were there."

Mark drops his jaw, "Oh hell! Did they see you?"

"How could they not? Most of the night I was wearing a leather mask with contact lenses. I even had a fake tattoo on my spine. That was a pain to scrub off this morning. Anyway, toward the end of the night my mask got pulled off and my lenses fell out and got stepped on. So I was wide open to be recognized. I know for certain my Uncle recognized me but my Dad did his best to avoid any direct eye contact. Now if my Uncle doesn't rat me out I'll be fine."

"Shit! Maybe your Uncle will protect you." Mark sighs.

"Welllllllllllllllll! I do have something over him. I kind of sucked his dick when I wore the mask. He shot his load all over my face. I used that to escape my dad. He was really grossed out by it."

"That's insane. I'm not sure what to say about you going that far."

"What was I supposed to do? I swore to Damian I wouldn't fail him. If I had reacted badly to them they might have hauled me out of there before the night was over." She winces, "It gets worse."

Mark places a hand on top of his head scratching it. For long moments he sat in awe until she got up the courage to finish.

"I had to risk my Dad realizing it was me. He was called on stage as a raffle winner. I know he didn't want to but the men there all egged him on until he did. I sat in a rubber kid's pool while Dad dumped bowls of cum all over me. The cocktail disguised me pretty well. Between that and the fact I've changed so much in the four years since Dad saw me last. Tan, long hair bleached by the sun, muscles toned up, fake tattoo. It all helped. I mean he was literally standing right over me. I know he looked into my eyes at least twice. If he puts two and two together I'm toast."

"Geezus! Well at least you didn't blow your own Dad."

She cringes with teeth gnashed tightly.

"Mark's eyes grew wide, "Tell me you didn't."

She nods whimpering, "I did. The crowd made him open up at the very last second. I couldn't refuse. The camera's were all zooming in on me. Believe me if I could have avoided it I would have." she lets her admission sink in before adding, "He still didn't recognize me. Yet at least."

Mark stands up, "Only you have to live with it. I don't think badly of you."

She leaps to her feet beside him watching as he lifts the hideaway bed back into place and latches it tightly.

"I'm glad. Now, if only Damian doesn't look at me like I went too far." She nods regretfully.

"Somehow I don't think Damian is going to let anything bother him."

As he moves to the door he looks out the wall of Plexiglas, "Place is getting packed. Dad's actually being forced to greet the new people. I talked to Rodney, he's going to keep his eyes peeled for newcomers. Tread lightly today. I see at least three people I don't know yet."

"I'll have them eating out of my hands by noon. Faith, Mister!"

He sighs shaking his head and takes his leave. Candi followed him out.

As Mark entered his office Candi parted ways and moved about the gym. Her leopard print G-string tugged proudly between her legs. Her thin strip of pubic hair lightly appeared above the snatch patch. She loved the fact it slipped into view. The animal in her was indeed stalking it's prey. What's a little extra fur she mused.

Eying Reese straddling a weight bench backwards and pulling down the assisting bar she wondered. It hadn't occurred to her earlier. She moves toward him and in turn straddles the leftover room on the bench facing him.

"Horsey? Would you level with me if I asked you a delicate question?"

Reese strained to continue pulling the weight up and down, "Sure! Let's hear it. But, yes I love fucking you."

She smiles sheepishly, "And, I adore that crotch rocket. And, I don't mean the motorcycle."

"Good. Because that bikes a Harley. Not a Crotch Notch. Also I cleaned up my clothing. You looked preoccupied."

She puckers, "Sorry about that. I intended to." She then exhales, "Here goes. Did you and the other Horsemen go to Damian's bachelor party?"

He growls at the intense weight he was playing with. "Yeah! Me and Clarence went. The other's made excuses. Why?"

"Were you at the Hotel room that night? With Damian and the strippers?"

He halts his lifting and releases the bar to drop his hands in front of him. He fidgets with his gloves while looking at her chest.

"I was there. All night. Why?"

She cringes, "All I want is honesty. Please. I think I'm owed that much."

He winces awkwardly, "I'll do my best."

"Did Damian have sex with any of the strippers?"

He pauses to recollect, "I'm not sure. I passed out on the second bed. Tequila did me in. I seem to remember a brunette he got totally naked. I'm not certain what happened when I passed out. When I woke up it was just the five of us. No strippers." "Five? You, Damian, Clarence, and who?"

He grimaces, "Your Hubby's best man Bart. And, Damian's football buddy Sawyer."

She wiggles her lips in thought, "Both of them are in the Military like Damian. I can't really ask them. Would Clarence know?"

He shrugs, "Good question. I know ole Manaconda tried his best to tap those strippers. I stepped on a condom the next morning but honestly I think it was Clarence's. You didn't hear that."

Nodding with a pressed grin she reaches over and pats his chest, "Thank you, Reese. I'm sorry if I placed you in an awkward position."

"No problem. Damian loves you. I'm guessing he kept it clean."

"I'm not so convinced yet. I'm okay with it if he did. I just don't want to feel lied to after all these years."

"Understandable. Keep your chin up. By the way, how did the Club show go?"

She crawls to her feet and stands to his side, "Perfect."

Walking away she felt sad. Reese didn't need to know about her Family antics. Mark was sufficient.

The three younger men Peck, Darrell, and the Condor player that she had trouble naming were puttering around with the dumbbells in a corner. She strolled in their direction. These were the newbies that Mark had noticed earlier. At least she hadn't noticed anyone else unfamiliar.

"Do your Coaches let you three get off with such tiny weight workouts?"

The Condor she now recalled to be "Ben", one of the sideliner's that night pepped up at her voice.

"Hey! Welcome back. We're just goofing off right now. Thanks for the free pass."

"I'm just glad you caught my pass. I've heard nasty rumors about your hands."

Darrell and Peck busted out laughing. Ben just shook his head.

"Benjamin? Do you even know how to hold a football?"

He rolls his eyes, "Of course I do."

She then caught them off guard as she pulled her bikini top down to reveal her tits. "Prove it. These are a similar shape to a football."

The three were amazed by her boldness. Eyes swiftly dart around the room to note onlookers. This made them hesitant until Candi reached over and grabbed Ben's right hand. Lifting it to her breast he closed his fingers around her right tit.

"Grip the ball more firmly."

He chuckled nervously as she coyly winks at his friends. Before another word Peck reaches in for her other breast, "No. Hold it like this Dufus."

Ben growled and squeezed the tit he held even harder and kneads his fingertips at it's playfulness.

She breaths in heavily smiling, "Very nicely done, Benjamin. I think Peck might need more pointers. Oh wait. Darrell has a pointer in his pants. But, Peck won't need that. I'll have to improvise."

Darrell is pulled closer as Candi drags him to her side by his shirt. She then drops her hand to rub the crotch of his jeans. "Goal post?"

They all chuckle together as Candi releases his crotch and positions her bikini back into place. Peck and Ben growl at their toys being taken away.

"I'll let you three practice more during your massage appointments. Okay?"

They nod with a disappointed expression which leaves her rolling her eyes.

"I know, Guys. Trust me I'll make it up to you. Right now though I have a little show that will prime you guys for next time. Deal?"

She holds an index finger up, "Give me fifteen minutes to butter up the other members here. Don't leave."

She reluctantly steps away and makes her rounds to each and every member. Today it was all male. Not a single woman in the house. Her flirtations were capturing everyone's imagination. Finally, she stops at the lobby and casually steps behind Rodney to again lower her bikini top and crush her nipples into his back. He looked over his shoulder and leers down at her.

"I remember those. Didn't I Titty fuck those last night?"

She giggles, "That's right. You talented stud you." Covering back up she adds, "I'm going to lose the bikini in a few minutes. Keep your eyes open for strangers I don't know."

"I'm on it." He nods. "Yes. You were definitely on it last night. This is today though. Any more rude calls from Rhea?"

"Just texts. My sister's a pain. The movies this Saturday. Not sure what flick just yet."

"Does the movie matter? You're going to be too busy to watch any movies. I expect you to be bold. Prove to Rhea how wrong she was about you. Even if you make her mad."

"Yea. I'll do my best. It's going to seem weird around her though."

"Rodney, stop! We practiced last night. You put on a really good show. Turned me on bigtime. As if you couldn't tell by your swell."

Blushing her grins, "I did fuck you pretty hard didn't I. Want the hair I pulled out back?"

"Keep it for my voodoo doll. You can prick me even when I'm not right there with you."

"Haha! Go strip, I'll use the intercom to call out the fake name "JOHNNY MUSCLE, Come to the lobby."

"Cute! I adore you Hot Rod. See ya."

Moving back into the fitness area she looks over at Ben and his friends offering another patient finger which she shares around the room to the others. She quickly sneaks up to the office door of her elder boss Earl. Placing an ear to it she hears snoring coming from his work area. With a cheesy grin she darts past Mark's office and snatches up her handbag from behind the fake tree.

Discarding the bag after lifting out its contents she goes into performance mode.

She giggled and placed the eight inch rubber dildo vibrator between her breasts and folded her arms out in front of her. Her chest crushed together hides the dildo accept for the crown peeking up between them.

She moves by Reese and winks at him, "Come watch the show."

He offers a confused expression but stays where he was working out.

She moves into the majority of members and steps up to a middle aged man known as Stanley where she backs up to him, "Untie my top please."

He chuckles and pinches the strings on her back and about her neck until it loosens and dangles over her arms. Thanking him with a peck on the cheek she moves on. Reaching another pair of men she stands between them, "Untie my bikini bottoms please."

They immediately respond and draw the strings apart until even her bottoms draped to her sides. The patch remained in place as she kept her legs together and waddled to the center of the room. She then eyes Ben and his friends, coaxing them with a wiggled finger.

The men moved in shyly at first until she spoke, "Hurry it up. I'm really horny."

Facing her she smiles brightly, "Peck? Pull my top off and go give it to that guy in the red ball cap."

Peck looked at his buddies first then toward the man in the cap who looked to them still striding on his cardio treadmill. Finally Peck grabbed the straps and peeled it off of her chest as she loosened her arms enough to let the cloth go away. He then whistled to himself and walked over to the man who wore the cap, "She wanted you to hold on to this for her."

The man laughed shaking his head as he claimed it and draped it around his neck for safe keeping.

Candi looked at Darrell, "Darrell? Pull my bottoms off of me and take them to that guy back in the weight room. He's the big muscular guy with freckles."

Darrell did so leaving her totally naked now. She shivers with intense adrenalin as he vanishes into the next room. reaching Reese he cautiously stutters, "Uhhh! Candi wants you to hold on to these for awhile. So umm, here."

Nervously he drapes her bikini bottoms on the weight bench and darts away. Reese merely shakes his head wondering what she was up to.

As Darrell returned to Candi and his friends she wiggled her bare ass at him. He could only stare at her perfect shape. Giggling she quickly unfolds her arms and wags the rubber vibrator in the air. Vibrantly she calls out, "Who wants to watch me use this?"

Every man in the room whistled and stopped immediately what they were doing. Nobody moved closer but everyone sure paid attention.

She whirled around to Ben and marched up to him with a crushing hug. His hands immediately dropped to her ass and squeezed it. In his grip his squeezing displayed her anal cavity time and time again. The room was deafening. Nobody wanted to breath.

Breaking away from him Candi sat down on the carpet and waved the dildo around the room. "Welcome to my Magic Show. I need a willing participant from the audience to assist me. Anybody?" She leers behind her toward Ben, "There you are. Come on down. Don't be shy."

Ben grits his teeth as the audience shares a thumbs up with him. He knelt down on his knees beside her. She then placed the dildo in her mouth turning the vibrator on to let it wiggle in her throat. For a few minutes she showed off her deep throat talents before taking it out with a gasp, "YUMMY!"

She then reached out to grab Ben's hand and Place the hilt of the toy in his hand. He felt embarrassed but maintained his composure. As she started to lay back she spotted Reese stepping between the onlookers. He shook his head trying not to laugh as he walks up to her.

"You might need this to avoid Mark's carpet cleaning bill." Handing her a towel to put under her.

He then stepped back fifteen feet and stood his ground with arms folded in front of him. She giggled and hopped up just long enough to roll the towel out under her bottom.

She then laid back and spread her legs for all to view. The onlookers whispered amongst themselves. Compliments flooded her ears. This made her happy to offer them this show.

"Ben? Have your way with me. Give them a good show. I want to break some ear drums here today."

Ben took a deep breath then leaned forward to carefully insert the crown of the dildo up inside her. Once fully in she gasps and calls out, "It's soooooo fucking BIG." sensually.

Laughter filled the room as Ben restarted the vibrator. It began to pulsate within her antagonizing her g-spot immediately. Moaning ensued without a second to waste. Ben was stunned by her reaction. Her face had already expressed a feeling of ecstasy.

He moved the dildo in and out of her pussy as it already began trickling.

Her moans developed into shrill whimpers then a hum of build up in her throat. Her hands darted into the air reaching up toward Peck and Darrell.

"Come to me!" She uttered with wanting eyes.

They hesitantly dropped to their knees to her left and behind her head. She reached out to Darrell behind her and brought his hand to her breast. He took initiative and began squeezing.

Her other hand palmed Peck's cheek at first as her left foot rose up for him to claim her ankle. This displayed her pussy even more to the members. Her right leg rose up toward Ben who traded his hands to hold her leg to his shoulder. Her hips raised he could plunge the dildo straight down inside her deeper. His rhythm increased as his own desires to make her explode intensified.

Candi herself let her fingers roam down to massage her clit vigorously. With each rub she yelped. All this extra assistance made her mind reel. Within minutes her moans echoed loudly enough for Mark to step out of his office and join the gathered members. He grit his teeth at her exhibition. Even though nobody had said a word he worried about one day getting grief over it. Still, as he looked over to each member he could tell they were mesmerized. He would take the risk. Reese stepped close to him arms still folded, "I fucked her on my Harley before work. She's something."

Her throat was becoming raw as she squealed in delight. Five more minutes of the wagging dildo she screamed out then squirted her juices all over the towel and Ben's knuckles. Still he probed the dildo until her hand stormed into the air trembling wildly. Her eyes had rolled back into her head. Orgasm at it's finest.

Silence befell the room as Peck and Ben lowered her legs to the carpet. She laid there chest heaving under Darrell's palms. Finally, he too sat back to just observe her.

Within minutes Candi sat up on the towel and chuckled, "Now you see it! Now you saw it! Thank you all for coming to my show. Oh, wait. That's coming after my show isn't it?"

The members howled and whistled in laughter.

She took the dildo from Ben and placed it inside her mouth to succulent her own juices. After long moments of dramatic MMMMMMMMMMM's she pulled it out licking it all over for them to view.

"I'm delicious!"

Mark shook his head at Reese, "She asked me about Damian's bachelor party."

Reese squinted, "Yea. Me too. I said nothing."

Mark nods, "She knows. Denying it is all we can do until Damian gets home on leave and breaks it too her. It's their problem. I believe she's going to accept anything Damian throws her way."

Reese ponders then pats Mark on the shoulder before walking away.

Candi was helped up by Ben and Peck as she wobbled in standing. She rubbed her pussy and brought her fingers up to Peck's nose, "Aren't I sweet?"

She took those same fingers to the nostrils of Darrell and Ben. "Just imagine that warm sweet scent all over your dicks. See you guys at your appointments." Blowing a kiss she makes her rounds to tease each member with her fingers. The trio of Condor's could only express high fives.

Reaching Mark, Candi attempted to share her fingers with him but he winced away.

"Hey now. I don't need Lisa picking up that smell on me when I kiss her."

Candi giggles, "You know you want this scent all over you. Fine! I'll just go get cleaned up and fold some towels."

He nods, "Start with that towel you left on my floor."

She looks over her shoulder, "Why? Somebody out there will take it home and sleep with it. Just leave it there. Trust me."

As she walked away Mark thought to himself, "Damian ole Boy? I hope you know what you're doing."

Just as she surmised The man with the red ball cap picked up her towel and hid it away in his bag. He had at least left her bikini top dangling on the treadmill.

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