December 1980
The club's annual Christmas party was winding down, and Sally was feeling very little pain. She'd been tossing back screwdrivers most of the night with her mother, while Sylvia looked on, nursing her soda.
Sylvia was her mom's official driver for the night, since she was still too young to drink, and besides, after seeing what alcohol was doing to her mother, her stepfather, and now her sister, she had sworn never to touch the stuff. Sally didn't care; she was having fun. She'd flirted with a number of the men at the party, but had teasingly moved on whenever they began to get too close.
Finally, her mother had had enough. She was shit-faced, and babbling, and Sylvia decided it was time to take her home. She tried to talk Sally into coming home with her, but Sally had her own car, and she was in no mood to quit partying.
Just then, Ted appeared at the bar, and escorted his wife to her car. He smoothly played the part of the concerned husband as he helped her to the car, giving his wife a warm kiss before sending her and Sylvia on their way.
When they were gone, Sally headed back to the bar for another drink. After she'd picked it up, Ted materialized next to her.
"Why don't you come with me," he said with a wicked gleam in his eye. "I've got something I want to show you."
Sally felt her insides lurch. She knew from experience that whenever Ted said he wanted to show her something, it was usually something that involved her getting fucked. Ted led Sally down the stairs, down to a part of the club she'd never been before. They came to a door, which Ted unlocked, opening onto a short hallway. Sally could hear muffled voices behind a door that lay at the end of the hall, and this puzzled her.
Ted stopped her then, and pulled out a vial of cocaine. He offered Sally two heaping spoonfuls then took two for himself. He gave Sally another dose then gave himself another one, as well. Then he put the vial away, reached for Sally and pulled her to him. He kissed her deeply, intently, and Sally responded, although she was still puzzled. As he kissed her, he reached a hand under her skirt and ran his fingers under the gusset of her black silk panties, feeling her bald pussy, which immediately began to moisten.
"We're not going to do it right here, are we?" Sally asked breathlessly when they broke the embrace.
"Heavens no," Ted exclaimed, as he pulled the vial back out and gave Sally yet another couple of hits of the white powder. "I'm just getting you warmed up. We're going to the 'other party,' the one only a few of us know about."
He said this with such a shit-eating grin that Sally was immediately suspicious. What was going on here? In the two-plus years that she'd been Ted's slut, she had done anything and everything he'd told her to do, but this time something was in his tone, and in the way he looked at her, that sent a chill up her spine. She had a sense that she was about to break new ground in perversity, and she couldn't decide whether to be afraid or excited.
Nevertheless, she willingly followed Ted's lead as they walked toward the door at the end of the hall. When they reached the door, Ted gave a rhythmic knock, two slow raps, followed by three quick ones then two more slow knocks. Immediately, the door opened and they were ushered into a plush room that was filled with cigar and cigarette smoke.
Sally was stunned to see the room filled with five men, plus the one who had let them in. They were sitting around an ornate card table, playing poker, and drinking whiskey. She looked wildly at Ted for a second as it began to dawn on her what was about to happen. Ted simply gave her a steely look in response as if to say, "you can't back out now."
Quite simply, the men looked at her the way a pack of dogs would look at a big juicy steak. Sally knew most of the men in the room. There was Jerry, the golf pro, a tall, lean man with sandy blond hair, the man who had let them in the room. He had returned to his seat and was shuffling a deck of cards. Next to him was a man she didn't know, a short, stocky fellow of about 50, with a mostly-bald head. Then there was Mr. Thompson, the head of the board of directors for the club, a stately man in his late 50s with a patrician mane of silver hair. She didn't know the next man, a rich-looking fellow in his mid-40s, but she knew well the man to his left. That was Bill, a wealthy industrialist with whom Ted had done some business with in the past. Bill had fucked her on two previous occasions, and quite well. Finally, there was Tom, a swarthy man in his mid-30s with dark hair that fell about his shoulders. He owned a real estate company, and while she'd met him a couple of times, they had not fucked as of yet.
"Gentlemen," Ted addressed the group. "Some of you already know Sally here, but for those who don't, I'd like you to meet my stepdaughter. She's agreed to entertain us tonight. Bill can attest to the fact that she's one horny blonde."
Bill just nodded and gave a wolfish grin, and Sally felt herself turning red, but she also felt herself getting excited. It wouldn't be fair to say that all the sex that she'd been engaged in over the previous months had become mundane, but it had been quite a while since she'd had a really new sexual experience, and this was definitely something new. She'd never before taken on more than three men at once, and now here were seven men who were obviously ready to fuck her. Perhaps if she'd been sober, she might have been more dismayed at the prospect, but the vodka and cocaine had fueled her libido to the point where she was up for just about anything.
