School had started up again. My friends were planning dates for homecoming. Most of them were fucking older college guys so it took a lot of persuasion to have a date to the dance. While everyone was sliding on dress-code appropriate gowns, I was sliding the zipper of a skin-tight cocktail dress up my side. My boss, Mr. Rob Sterne, had bought it for me along with a new car and standing appointments at an expensive downtown hair and nails salon. I felt sexy and sophisticated, even though I was just barely eighteen and I was, in fact, a virgin. My boss didn't know that, though.
I was nervous because I was on my way to my first "work party" at Mr. Sterne's lavish home. My search history was full of orgy porn and frantic questions about what to expect with group sex. Since I had gotten the job, I realized that I was going to have to part with my virginity. I was scared, but the image of my boss's face would float into my head each night as I masturbated. It's what kept me coming back to work. I was curious. What would it be like to be used by him?
I pulled into the dark driveway in the middle of the night. The pathway to the home was lines with dim, orange lanterns. The large country home had lights on in every window and I could hear party chatter as I approached the front door.
Mr. Sterne's daughter swung open the door to greet me. She was the same age as I was and seemed to be more involved with her father than either of them had told me.
"Hi Jamie," she giggled.
She was wearing the exact same dress as me, but in a slightly smaller size as my cleavage was slipping out of the top of my dress and she barely had any.
"Hi Lynnae," I breathed nervously.
She led me inside.
The house was full of men and women, all my parent's age or older. They were wearing black tie clothing and holding champagne and wine in sparkling glasses. As I entered the foyer, several smiling faces turned to face me.
"Welcome, Jamie," said Mr. Sterne walking down the marble stairs toward me.
"Good evening," I said. My pussy suddenly felt wet at the sight of him. I glanced at his pants, hoping to see his hardness and gauge his dick size.
He noticed my gaze and his face became stern. "Come with me, you two. Our guests are waiting." He did not take my arm but I felt his forcefulness in the way he walked past me. I immediately turned and followed him, his daughter by my side.
He led both of us into his office and closed the door behind him. He reached into the drawer of his desk and began placing objects in front of us. "And you both are wearing the garters and brassier I provided to you for tonight?" he asked, his voice void of emotion.
I nodded. Lynnae looked at me and smiled.
"Is that a yes, Lynnae?" said her father.
Lynnae's smile faded and nodded at Mr. Sterne. He walked around the desk and took the objects in his hands to us. He clasped a leather collar around my neck and clipped a long leather leash to the collar. He did the same to his daughter.
He held up a swat and said "Your job tonight is to excite my clients. Everyone in the sitting room are new clients and you two are going to represent how desperate my business competition is. It's very important to stay in character during this. It's an acting job. I'll be watching to make sure I don't see any mistakes."
My mouth was dry and I cleared my throat uncomfortably. "Mr. Stern, this collar is really tight, can I loosen it?"
Rob turned furious eyes on me but said nothing. Instead, he touched the swat to my exposed breast, bulging from my dress. The touch was soft and delicate. Almost loving. It did not match his angry glance. Then, he used the swat to slap my skin in the same spot, my body jumped and his eyes were fixated on my breasts.
"Dad, don't make her red. They might do that to me if they know you can do it to her," complained Lynnae, her hands clasped behind her back as if standing in a formation.
Rob raised the swat and then lowered it, deciding at the last moment not to share the stinging pain with Lynnae.
He yanked our leashes in his hand and lead us into the foyer once again. We walked through the fascinated crowd of men and women. I couldn't help but notice their knowing grins and their whispers as we passed. Two men opened glass French doors into an ornately decorated sitting room. On the plush velvet sofas were six men and two women, all in business clothes and holding cigarettes or glasses of brandy.
The adults looked astounded, but smiles crept over their faces.
"This is my assistant," Rob said, yanking on my leash. I tripped on my stilettos and fell to my knees. "She's like my competitors. She's powerless. She's nothing. All she does is follow my lead because that's all she can do to survive. If I interact with her at all, she's thankful for it." She'll do anything," he said. His voice was firm but casual, as if he was describing his day. He leaned over my kneeling body and pulled hard on my dress, forcing it below my breasts, exposing me.
One of the man whistled. Another one tugged at his crotch and looked at my hanging breasts in amazement.
My leash was yanked again, urging me to my feet. I did so and Mr. Sterne led me to the sofas, forcing me to stand in front of each person but keep my eyes on the ground.
After I had stood in front of each person, He pulled Lynnae to her feet. "This is my second assistant for the day." He stared at her and she looked back up at him. "This is my daughter."
One of the men whistled again. The others made perverse sounds.
"She'll do anything I say. Not just because I'm her father. But because of who I am. Everyone in my business is the same way."
"Pull her dress down," called one of the men.
Instead, Rob yanked the leash, knocking her sideways a few steps. She reached up to her side and unzipped her dress. It fell to her feet, revealing her slim, tanned body dressed in see-through lace lingerie.
