Daisy took her time dressing for the party. She wanted to look sexy and provocative. Her braless tits and hard nipples poked shamelessly through the tight red cotton top cut above her pierced belly button. A tiny black skirt barely covered her ass cheeks. The eye shadow was heavy and the lipstick bright red.
Daisy stood in front of the mirror and smiled. The girl staring back at her had that "fuck me" look she wanted to achieve. Not that Daisy was planning on getting fucked. She wasn't that kind of a girl. She just wanted to make Randy Martin regret having dumped her for Monica. Daisy might not be a blonde with big tits but hers weren't bad and her ass was as tight as anyone's.
Daisy had been especially hurt because Randy was only the third guy that she had ever let fuck her. She was just getting over a long term relationship when her best friend Gloria introduced her to Randy. He seemed like a really nice guy. She foolishly let him fuck her on their third date. The next day he dumped her for that slut Monica.
Gloria had come up with the idea for making Randy pay by having Daisy dress provocatively for the party. Daisy was nervous about doing it, but was determined to pull it off. If it was a slut he wanted then so be it. She was planning to flaunt her body and flirt shamelessly. Daisy was going to put on a show that would make Monica look like a nun.
Daisy was a little self-conscious when she saw the look the taxi driver gave her. Acting like a slut was not in her comfort zone. She smiled and gave the driver the address. When he pulled up in front of the house Daisy was surprised that there weren't more cars. It was late enough for the party to be in full swing. She didn't really know the people throwing it. They were friends of Gloria's.
Daisy decided to call Gloria to confirm the address. She searched through her purse and found that she had left her cell phone at home. The cab driver was getting impatient. Daisy paid him and stepped onto the sidewalk in front of the house. She couldn't hear any music. Something wasn't right.
Daisy looked at the address on the slip of paper Gloria had given her and confirmed that she was in the right place. She cautiously approached the front door and knocked. A good looking hunk in his mid twenties wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt opened the door. He was big and powerful like a football player. His blue eyes scanned her outfit.
"Can I help you, Miss?"
"Um... I'm here for the party. There is a party, right? Gloria invited me."
He gave her a strange look.
"Oh yes... the party. Well, Gloria is not here yet, and you are a little early, but you are welcome to come inside and wait. I'm Mike."
She introduced herself and entered. They walked into the front room. There were four other guys, all well built, sitting on couches and chairs watching a basketball game. None of them seemed dressed for a party, and no one else was there, but he did say they were coming didn't he? Mike introduced her.
"This is John, Ray, Brian and Dave. Guys, this is Daisy. She is here for the party. Gloria invited her. Look why don't you take a seat while I get you something to drink. I'm sure the others will be by soon."
Brain and Dave made a space for her between them on the couch. She hesitated. Something wasn't right. She pulled down on the hem of the skirt, but it still rode most of the way up her thighs. Her nipples were poking shamelessly from her top. Daisy could feel all four sets of eyes undressing her. She was getting nervous and hoped the others would show soon.
Mike fixed her a drink. It tasted sweet and fruity. He turned off the television and put on some soft music. Out of nervousness she drank quickly. Mike refilled her glass. She drank that as well. All of a sudden she got dizzy. Her head was spinning. Everything in the room became a blur.
A hand touched her thigh and slid up her leg. Another cupped her breast and squeezed the soft flesh through her top. The hand on her thigh slid under her skirt until she could feel his fingers brush against the crotch of her panties. She pressed her thighs together trapping the hand between her legs.
"Wha... what are you doing," Daisy said groggily.
Mike, who was behind her, tilted her head back. He leaned over and kissed her. His tongue probed into her mouth. Daisy knew this was all wrong and that she should stop it, but it was like she was dreaming and powerless to do anything. Besides, she was the one that had dressed up like a slut. Wasn't she just getting what she had asked for?
Her top was pushed up over her tits. Two hands squeezed her naked flesh. The hand wedged between her legs cupped her pussy. His fingers pushed against her panties and rubbed her slit. Without really thinking Daisy opened her thighs. It was like her body was responding to his touch on its own. Something deep inside wanted this.
The crotch of her panties was pulled aside. A finger slid along her gash which was already slimy with excitement. She felt it slide into her steamy passage. Daisy spread her legs even further. She moaned when a second finger was pushed into her body. She felt a rush of pleasure surge through her loins. A distant voice echoed in her ear.
"What a fucking slut. Look how much she loves it."
Daisy kept trying to focus her mind to stop this madness but it was impossible. Her body was on fire in response to the way it was being touched. She did want more. She found herself squirming against the fingers in her pussy and moaning into Mike's mouth. Both of her nipples were being pinched and squeezed.
