Author's notes: This is a work of fiction regarding consenting adults, group sex, sexual enslavement and other erotic things along those lines. If you do not like those topics please move along.
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I stood there in shock for a moment, how the hell was I going to get into my building. Suddenly I realized people were disappearing from the windows. Were they headed to the parking garage? I had to get the hell out of here before I really was passed around by them! My keys were thankfully in the ignition, pulling out quickly I drove through the garage getting to the exit just as the security guard came out the front door. He was alone so I gave him a quick wave and blew him a kiss before heading off into the evening.
While my drive home was far less eventful than my drive to work, I felt even sluttier than ever. Each streetlight seemed to be a beacon highlighting my nakedness. Plus, cum had dried on my face, tits, ass and legs. Not only that, the taste of cum and lube filled my mouth and I could still feel what was left of Nick's seed inside my plugged and sore ass. I ached all over, but I felt amazing. My day and night had been a true adventure. I'd been rode hard and put away wet. Pulling into the parking lot of my place I found a spot as far away from the light which illuminated most of the lot.
Looking at my building, which was relatively small, I felt fairly confident I could get into it unseen. Remembering to turn off the dome light, I collected my belongings and opened my car door. It was a quick walk across two rows of cars to the lawn, and up the hill in order to avoid the lit stairway leading to the front door. Looking back at the parking lot I stepped into the lit area around the front door and looked at the hallway inside.
"So far so good." I whispered to myself.
Slipping my key into the outside door, I stepped inside the building, quickly making my way through the inner door and up the side stairs. My apartment was the first one on the left, which meant it was a quick trip to my door. Halfway up the stairs I heard the two guys from down the hall enter the stairwell behind me.
"Oh, fucking great!" I hissed pulling out the key to my apartment and quickening my steps as best I could.
All but running down the hall to my door, I fumbled with the key, managing to open my door and practically spill into my apartment before they saw me. Standing behind the now closed door, I looked through the peep hole into the hallway to see if they made any comment or reaction passing my door. Both of them nonchalantly strolled by. I was safe. I tossed my belongings onto the couch, save for my phone, deciding to send Nick a text.
"Got caught by the four football players down the hall," I texted, "may be late tomorrow."
"LOL, tell them you like it rough and kinky!" He responded, followed by. "Don't park on the roof tomorrow or the cleaning guys won't get anything done, no bra, put your blouse on when you get here."
"Yes Sir!" I responded.
Finally removing my heels, I stretched my feet while plodding off to my bedroom.
"Looks like I'll be driving topless again tomorrow!" I said as I pulled my new favorite toy out. "Come on baby," I continued as I mounted the sybian, "slut's been looking for an orgasm all day!"
The rest of the week seemed to fit into a fairly normal rhythm, well, normal for me. Wake up at my usual time, typically with my hand between my legs. Orgasm, followed by breakfast, shower and possibly another orgasm. Pick out something easily removable to wear to work and put it on over some deliciously slutty lingerie. I'd taken to bringing a light jacket to wear on my way to the car so I could take it off easier as I drove to work topless the remainder of the week. Get to work, put on my top, see what Nick wanted me to wear and put that on, and prepare my ass for his arrival. Spend the day however he wanted, occasionally entertain one or two of his friends as well. In case you're wondering, yes, my old boss did figure out his mouse smelled like pussy the next morning and spanked me for it. The only real difference in the week was stopping by to see Rupert on Thursday night.
"Lady Alicia," Rupert's face lit up as I entered his shop, "so good to see you again!"
"It's great to see you too!" I replied walking up and giving him a big hug.
Rupert's short stature and my 4 1/2" heels put his head right between my breasts as he hugged me. Something he definitely did not mind.
"I hope I am not here too late." I said as he took my hand and kissed it.
"Not too late dear," he replied, "but I do have a card game to get to this evening. Those old codgers can wait though! What can I do for you Lady Alicia?"
"I have that bathing suit I mentioned," I said holding up a small brown bag, "you were going to make it fit better."
"Oh yes," his eyes lit up, "I can do that." Taking me by the hand he led me toward the back but stopped short. "Hang on one moment though," he said as he walked to the front door, "such a seedy element out in this neighborhood these days." Rupert locked the dead bolt and another lock at the top of the door before flipping the sign to closed. "There, now we have privacy!" Taking me by the hand again he led me through a dated purple curtain to an area with two small changing rooms and a pedestal positioned in front of three mirrors. "You go put that suit on," he said pointing me to a changing room, "and we'll make quick work of it!"
"You are so good to me!" I replied heading to the first changing room.
Quickly removing my skirt and blouse, I pulled the bathing suit from the bag placing it on one of the faded brass hooks on the door. In a moment I was naked, with my lingerie neatly piled on a small bench, and stepping into the ruffled bikini bottoms. It had taken a bit of work to find a bathing suit in a pattern I liked that was as unflattering as this one. Thankfully, I'd managed to do both. Removing the tag from the full coverage bottoms, I pulled on the string top securing it in place. Stepping out of the changing room, I stepped onto the platform in front of the mirrors. Rupert was now wearing a fade and well-worn smock with a fabric tape measure hanging around his neck. I watched as his eyes trailed up my legs, over my butt and up my back. There wasn't enough material to spend that much time looking! He moved the changing room door which allowed me to see my back as well.
"How are we doing the back here Lady Alicia?" He asked placing his hand on my right hip. "This is most unflattering as it is."
"I agree," I replied while trying to sound disgusted, "I'd really like to show my butt off if you don't mind." Reaching behind my back, I slipped my index fingers into the bottom of the suit pulling them together and exposing my ass. "Something more like this!" I said loving his reaction.
"So more of a thong then?" He asked while swallowing hard.
"Yes please!" I replied. "You'll be such a life saver!
"If I may Lady Alicia," he said as he moved my hands out of the way, "let me just mark this up."
Rupert's fingers pulled the bottoms back to their normal position, with his fingers dragging slowly across my bare butt, before he adjusted it a couple times by way of giving my bottom a squeeze. He then held my butt with one hand while drawing the new line for my bottoms on the other cheek with a thin clothing marker. Once satisfied he turned and did the other side, still maintaining a hand on me, although this time his hand slipped inside the bottom and was on my bare flesh.
"If I may suggest Lady Alicia," he said not removing his hand yet, "this seems to come unflatteringly high on your back."
"Oh yes, please!" I replied embellishing how much he was saving me the embarrassment of wearing such an unflattering suit. "You're such a doll!"
With his hand still inside my suit on my ass, Rupert traced another line along my lower back barely an inch above my butt. Even as he pronounced his work done his hand lingered a bit longer.
"We will need to cut down the front too though," he said as if struck by inspiration, "or it will look off balance from the back."
"Oh, I agree," I replied as earnestly as I could, "these feel too wide in the front as well!"
I turned to face him, the only downside was that I was no longer able to see his face. His left hand went to my hip, his thumb slipping under the bathing suit as it did, while his right drew the far less modest outline of my bottoms.
"Turn around and take a look Lady Alicia," he said giving my hip a squeeze, "let me know if that's enough."
I turned slowly, making sure my butt was to him, so I could face the mirror. His lines turned the front into little more than an eye patch with the top of the suit's bottoms barely three inches above my clit.
"Perfect!" I replied excitedly turning to him and kissing the top of his head. "You're amazing!" Rupert blushed deeply as I bounced up and down on the stand. "I do hate to ask this though," I feigned embarrassment knowing he was eating this up, "but I really hate the ruffles on the top too."
"Well we should fix that then as well!" Rupert beamed as he stared at my chest.
"I like the string top," I said as I tugged the material covering my left breast as far to the side as I could, "but I would love for it to sit more like this." I'd positioned the fabric, so it barely covered my areola.
"Where would you want the outside to end?" Rupert asked after a brief pause.
"Probably right along this line here." I said letting my fingernail drag down the side of my breast.
"Pardon my touch Lady Alicia," he said as he placed his left hand on my breast, "but between my eyes and these old hands I need a bit to stabilize myself."
Rupert's thumb landed squarely on my hard nipple as he drew the line outside the cup. When he pulled his hand away he gave his thumb a slight flick upward causing me to stifle a moan. As I began to tug the material of the other cup out of the way he went to stop me. That is until I "accidentally" pulled the material too far exposing my entire right boob to him.
"Oh sorry," I playfully groused, "you'll need to draw this one too." I watched his eyes bore into my right breast as I pretended to try to fix the cup. "I'm slightly off size between these two here," I added as I pulled the material over my nipple and positioned it, "I won't tell if you won't."
