Chapter 6; Frat Party Slut.
"Jess, wake-up!"
I heard those words and felt someone shaking me as I awoke from my groggy sleep. The first thing I realized was that I was naked. I could feel my sensitive nipples rubbing up against the coarse duvet. Then I felt a fullness in my ass like I had to take a giant shit.
"Let's buzz her β that will get her awake fast." It was Paul's voice.
Suddenly I felt a churning in my ass as the butt-plug came to life.
"Cut it out you shits, I'm awake!" I growled at my tormentors.
"Are you drunk you little slut?" demanded Glen as he picked up the bottle of whiskey from the night table and began measuring its contents with his eyes.
"I am not drunk, I just fell asleep, that's all. What time is it?"
"Twenty to eight. Time for you to get ready before anyone else arrives. And you're not even dressed yet!"
Glen threw the bag with the shoes, stockings and garter belt next to where I was laying and began taking out the stuff, holding them with two fingers as if they would explode. I began putting on the black stockings, then snapped the garter belt around my waist and started snapping it to the stockings. The two men stared at me in rapt attention.
"Haven't you perverts ever seen a woman put on stockings before?" I asked them in a mocking and somewhat annoyed voice.
"No!" they both answered in unison.
Paul began to stroke my nylon covered leg as I fastened on the Lucite fuck-me shoes, wiggling away as best I could. Finally, I grabbed my Wal-Mart bra and panty set and started to put on the transparent g-string.
"Stop right there, I say you're dressed enough." said Glen. I gave him my dirtiest look.
"Not on your life. I need to put on this lingerie otherwise I will feel too self conscious."
The boys stared at each other.
"No one is going to see her tits anyway." Paul said to Glen in a matter of fact voice. "And it might be fun to let the Brothers take off her g-string, you know, to kinda unwrap their present."
"Those dorks might not find the right hole if she covers it up." growled Glen. "OK, put it on if it makes you feel better."
With that, Glen grabbed my arm as I was putting on my sheer black bra and guided me down the stairs. Two of the boys I recognized from the other night at Glen's house were standing on each side of the curtain. They both gave me a mock bow and then held up the velour curtain that now hung from the doorway to the butler's pantry. As the curtain was raised, I could see the narrow table wedged flush into the doorway and extending into the darkness beyond. It was so dark, in fact, that I had to look carefully to realize that there was another curtain on the inside of the doorway.
I noticed that some kind of a wooden box or trunk was pushed under the table. There was a scratchy wool olive drab blanket draped over the table and one of the boys covered it with a dirty looking white towel.
"You should be pretty comfortable in here" said one of Glen's friends. "We made sure that it was padded and even tried it out ourselves."
I walked over to the table. In my high Lucite platform heels I almost towered over the two boys who were holding up the curtain. Each boy then bent down and took one of my ankles and wrapped a fur-lined cuff around each, fastening them with Velcro. The cuffs were silky smooth, almost sensuous. All of a sudden Glen's head appeared under the other curtain.
"OK sweet-tits, stop fucking around and bend over the table."
Glen held out his arms to assist me onto the table. I bent at the waist and lowered my torso down onto the table. The two boys began spreading my legs and tying each ankle cuff to the table legs. Since the door and table were less than three feet apart, it really wasn't too uncomfortable. I began to wiggle my ass seductively trying to get more comfortable. I felt hands caressing the backs of my legs, my ass and pussy. As I looked up I was staring right at Glen's bulging crotch.
Glen began to arrange the inside curtain around my back and sides. Most of my body was now in the little butler's pantry room with Glen. I noticed that the sounds in the other room were now muffled by the two dense velour curtains. Glen quickly went to work tying me to the table top. He used several colorful silk scarves tied together that he looped under the table and around my back, holding me down firmly with his hand until I was solidly tied to the table.