Monica Gift came home from a lengthy late night walk. A lazy Saturday evening for once to counter weeks of outrageous activities. Over the last few weekends which included the Slave for a Day Charity event and dealing with the lesbian girls High School Coach Marion Murray and her lover Karla she was pretty wore out physically and mentally.
Her High School Principal having bought her and made her a sex slave led to more than she bargained for. She expected teachers galore to have tapped her holes more than a few times. Miraculously an odd turn of events worked more to her advantage. Lloyd Janson switched it up and admitted his own sick desires to be her slave. Thriving on the abuse, she made Knave as she referred to him her bitch.
Not only to create havoc by pushing him into decisions that could have blown up in her face but to show off in front of her fellow classmates. By ordering him into sexual misconduct with many of her Braless Brigade and her nerdy protégé Jimmy Newton it had slipped beyond chaos. Lloyd adored Mistress Monica so much he simply could not tell her no to anything. His career on the line he pushed onward in his loyalty. As much fun as it was she needed time off. Even a Mistress struggled with a bit of conscience now and then.
Teachers not only from her school but surrounding schools wanted her and she had ignored them due to Knave and fulfilling the promises she made to Jimmy for his assist in the yearbook debacle. Each of those taking part in the sly sexual photos that only they knew existed were getting away murder. Their sneakiness a resounding success had passed through the editing process and the yearbook was off to the printers. Those girls in her Brigade who had contributed to the mischief secretly had a bargain with Monica to do one sexual act with the pudgy often called gross Jimmy Newton. That originally did not go over well until many discovered just how talented he was. Big dicks and energy spoke volume. Lord have mercy! Thankfully those favors were nearing their end. A week longer at worst, best in some cases. Jimmy was living the dream. So was Knave.
Tonight however things would become a bit more intimate. Having strutted through town in tight grey hot pants and a thin white spaghetti strap camisole that was sheer in its majority she could have gotten into all kinds of naughtiness like the hot pink bikini string along a few days back. Not over the top sex today she merely wanted to feel freedom and let the guys drool. After three hours of mental mischief she found her way home. Extra clothing tucked under her bedroom window in a bag by a shrub was hidden away just in case her Mother was home. Busted recently for being outdoors in nothing but a towel with her roleplaying Master Ryan Quinones, Charlotte was keeping a closer watch these days. When she wasn't drunk off her ass. Monica liked to be prepared.
While on her walk her parents Aaron and Charlotte did indeed come home from the Country Club. Both were pretty intoxicated. For once not alone. They had chosen to socialize with a pair of clients from her Father's work. Both men Aaron's age! Peeking through a window before heading around to find her extra clothing she spots a note tacked to the front door. Tiptoeing up on to the front porch she unpins it and reads it beneath a dim nightlight.
"I checked to see if you were home. Left voicemail on cell. Guess you left your cell home or got too busy. If you come home and find this I need a favor. Your Mom is plastered off her ass. I popped her a sleeping pill to help her along. The two guys we have over are Mitch and Jared. Clients of mine. I need you to come home and tease them. Far as you want to go long as Mom is out cold. From what I hear these guys like to watch. So, game on my slutty but loving Daughter....Dad."
Monica's eyes flare up with interest as she nibbles a nail, mostly with her lips so as not to chip it. Paper crumpled up she tosses it over the rail into the bushes. With another peek inside she see's the four of them sitting in their dimly lit living room, watching television with drinks in hand. Her Mom resting next to her Dad looked cozy and far beyond tipsy. Aware but not that aware. Decision made to stay in her current attire she reaches for the door knob and enters. Game face applied.
"Hey! You guys are still up. Company even." She folds her arms over her sheer chest with the paper bag of clothes just in case her Mom was of enough mind to override her drunken state.
"Hi Pumpkin." Aaron sat forward slightly beaming with pride. "Mitch? Jared? This is our daughter Monica."
"Hey there Monica." Mitch smiles standing up to outstretch a hand of friendship. His body blocking her Mom's view Monica let her arms fall, his eyes immediately noticing her perky quite visible tits. Nipples stabbing hard and saying hello she hoped Charlotte was oblivious once he sat back down. Mitch in turn looks back at Jared still sitting as if saying are you seeing this? Jared had noticed her dancing eyes long before her dancing breasts. Both quite stunning.
"Hi." She bites her lower lip while shaking Mitch's hand. In turn her other hand waving at Jared with a tad of flirtatiousness. Those eyes were all Jared could process. Devious and delightful they were.
Quickly folding her arms again, bag blocking her while Mitch returns to the sofa, Monica looks at her parents. Dad winking at her while Charlotte squinted her eyes as if straining against the darkness of the room, "Aren't you cold? It's chilly in here."
"I'm hot actually." Male eyes falling to her grey hot pants and that extremely evident cameltoe. Even Aaron's! "How many drinks have you had Mom? You look pretty toasty."
"Not enough." Charlotte grins, patting Aaron on the chest with a loving glare. Aaron leans down and kisses his wife, Charlotte acting a bit sensual. The alcohol was definitely stimulating her hormones. After a lengthy tug to her Husband's lower lip Charlotte settled in under his armpit and sighed.
Monica changed the subject turning to the TV, "What are you watching?"
Aaron grinned flipping channels quickly while Charlotte had her eyes closed. On mute the other channel was a Porno. The second Charlotte stirred the channel changed to a Sporting event.
Eyes sparkling Monica fans her face allowing one breast to be seen. All eyes were drawn to its availability while they had the opportunity. Her bubbly nature led to covering herself as if modest, accompanied by a drooping jaw that spoke, "Perverts.",followed by a razzing tongue sticking out at the two men. Well received!
