The Ring

This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. Please vote (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments. I love hearing from all of you and you are the reason I do this. This story was from an idea one of my fans suggested.

PS - If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories, and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way.

Chapter 1

Melissa loved the city. She worked in the fast-paced financial world on Wall Street and enjoyed her job. However, what she really enjoyed was the assortment of life in the city. When she wasn't at work, she always meandered around the city trying new restaurants, shops, theaters, or just life in the big city. What she didn't like was being innocuous, bland or just plain unnoticed. She had a couple of girlfriends but no one ever really noticed her and she longed for excitement in her life.

Melissa loved to shop in out of the way antique shops and she found a new one in a back alley in Soho. It was so out of the way and hidden that she knew none of her friends had ever been there. There was not enough space for any large furniture, but it was filled with small bins filled with Knick knacks. As she rooted through the bins, she found several cute items but nothing that she really had to have. Then she found a ring that at first looked ancient but when it brushed up against her hand it began to glow with a brilliance that captured her, and she had to have it.

After she paid for the ring and several other small items, she put the ring on her finger and her whole body tingled with an unknown energy that felt decidedly sensual. As she left the shop Melissa saw a billboard with Victoria Secret models flaunting their gorgeous bodies, encased in slinky, minimalistic lingerie and she sighed. She wished she could lose weight and mold her figure into something that would stop traffic and make men ogle her like that.

Melissa had always wanted to be a beautiful, slim sexy waif, but she loved food and hated exercise. The result was her five-foot figure was about thirty pounds overweight. Her face showed her beautiful facial structure but her heaviness hid her beauty. She could be gorgeous, but she never felt beautiful, sexy or traffic stopping attractive. Oh, how she wanted to walk down the sidewalk and have men stop and stare or wolf-whistle at her.

Melissa slept that night with the ring's energy flowing through her and when she woke up in the morning, she felt energized. She jumped out of bed and when she stood by the bed, the bottoms of her pajamas slid off her, pooling on the floor. Stunned, she ran to the bathroom and everything about her was different and slimmed down. Her face was thinner, showing her cheek bones, beautiful eyes and heart shaped face and she looked strikingly beautiful. She ran to the scale and when she jumped on the needle barely hit ninety pounds but it used to pass one hundred thirty.

Likewise, her tummy was gone with her whole body tightened up and her waist was tiny with a taut muscular form. Her legs were slimmer, shapely and really sexy with her ass firmer and well-formed. Her breasts were still large but firmer and beautifully shaped. Everything about her had changed and she was absolutely gorgeous. She preened in front of the mirror, twisting and turning, not really believing this new body that she had been given. But how had she been given this incredibly stunning figure?

She looked at her hand and the ancient ring on her finger, remembering the energy it created. She thought back to when she put it on and her wish for a sexy body when she saw the Victoria Secret billboard. Could this ring be some kind of a magical talisman that could grant wishes? She stood naked in front of the mirror marveling at her new Barbie doll figure and really wanted to show it off, but she had nothing in her wardrobe that could do that.

Melissa walked around her apartment naked, feeling out her new figure. Her exposed flat, taut belly rippled with her stretched and tight muscles. Her defined ribs dipped into her tiny waist, with her navel being the magnificently bare exposé that drew her eyes away from her full buoyant breasts. Her pale pink nipples were engorged and pleading to be played with. As she shifted her hips her breasts wobbled seductively and all of her legs, from her toes up to her hips could be seen. There was even the hint of her tightly muscled ass cheek. She shivered in exhilaration and longing. She wanted this, oh how she wanted this.

Melissa remembered growing up, her father had a subscription to Playboy and she had always been enamored with the stunning women showing off their incredible nude figures. As she looked in the mirror, she realized that she now had one of those incredible figures. She looked like one of those naked women with a flawless, sexy, dynamite figure that men drooled over. She felt an exhibitionist thrill trembling in her body and she wanted to walk around in a tiny outfit that displayed this fabulous gift. She also wanted to feel a man caressing, teasing and instilling passion into this gorgeous form.

Melissa stretched her body watching just how sexy her new figure could be, then grabbed her phone and called her boss. She shivered as she waited for him to get on the phone and then told him that she needed to take a sick day. She added, something was going on with her body and she needed to figure out what was going on. When she hung up, she smiled and knew she needed to adorn her figure so she could show it off.

She took one last look in the mirror and ran to her closet. All of her current clothing would swamp her new figure and that wouldn't do. She wanted to show this figure off, so she went to the back of her closet. These were all her clothes that were either to small or out-of-date. A few minutes later she had a pile of old stuff clothes on her bed. Her first pass was to get rid of the old ugly things and soon she created a Goodwill pile on the floor, this was over half the pile on her bed.

She began trying on everything leftover and soon half of the remaining had joined the Goodwill pile on the floor. Most of the remaining clothes were from her first year in college or in some cases high school. In the end she had three pieces that could do justice to her new figure. A slinky dress from high school that fit like a second skin and really showed off her tiny waist, hips and legs but was too small for her large breasts. There was a pair of low-rise painted on jeans and an old blouse that couldn't contain her breasts.

The dress was perfect except it required modifications of the neckline to fit and show off her breasts. She took out some shears and modified the neckline until it had a deep V that showed the insides of her breasts. The top of the dress was so tight that it required lots of modifications to fit and when she was finished, the top was open dangerously close to her nipples. The rest of the dress was skintight, very short and damn she looked unbelievably beautiful and sexy beyond anything she ever dreamed of.

For the blouse she cut off the top buttons until the top button was several inches below the bottom of her breasts. Then she cut off the bottom of the blouse, turning it into a crop top that not only showed of the top of her breasts, but also a very sexy under boob. Her prominent ribs were sexy as hell, because they dipped into a taut, tiny waist.

Lastly, she began cutting on the jeans and turned them into a minuscule pair of daisy dukes that mostly consisted of seams and showed off her hips, legs and ass cheeks.

As she modeled her outfits she felt a primal sexuality, knowing that for the first time she was going to display her body to anyone that wanted to look. As Melissa practiced her walk, she started to become slightly more comfortable, she started standing straighter with her breasts thrust out, her already flat tummy tucked in, and her head held high. She widened her stance, and her legs were exposed all the way to her hip. She began swinging her hips, showing off her legs, the ripples in her taut stomach and seductive swaying of her barely contained breasts. Melissa began to feel erotically confident and found herself wanting to show off her virtually naked body. She felt like an underwear model showing off everything she had, and she shivered with exhilaration.

Melissa's swinging hips got a little wilder and she loved the muscles in her taut belly bunching and knotting. Her breasts, stomach, hips and legs all began to shimmy with her breasts giving an audacious and very sexy sway. At one point her left breast escaped her blouse, exposing her nipple to the imaginary crowd. Melissa felt her legs tremble and she almost sagged as she thought about that happening as she strutted her stuff.

She was excited, thrilled and scared, but loved the exposure. She gathered her wits, deftly tucked her nipple back underneath her crop top and knew when she did this for real, she needed to be careful. However, in the pit of her stomach she actually wanted to have wardrobe malfunctions as ogling stares raked her bare skin.

She continued practicing different walks, the way she shifted her hips or strutted and observed how they made her breasts bounce and wobble. As she shifted her hips, she saw how the muscles of her belly sensuously wriggled and hips shifted to reveal her legs and portions of her ass cheeks. The more skin she revealed, the more excited and brazen she had become. She was ready to show off her new form.

Melissa had no room for any money, keys or credit cards, but she did need to find more clothes to wear, so she clutched her smallest purse and added some credit cards and apartment keys. Now she was ready. She left her apartment and stood in front of the elevator in a pose that showed off everything.

When the elevator door opened, she was disappointed because no one was there. When the door opened on the ground floor a group of men froze with mouths hanging open and eyes bugging out. She walked past them with her hips swinging and breasts wobbling and no one moved as their eyes undressed what little of her body was covered. Not a word was said as she walked out into the street. Goosebumps erupted on her skin and she felt eyes from everywhere caressing her barely concealed form.

Never had she felt this exposed, this sensual, nor this sexy. She controlled every eye in the area and her nipples responded as they engorged and ached to be played with. The butterflies in her now miniscule belly spun as her stomach muscles shifted her hips back and forth in an erotic sexual show. Her pussy had never had an ach to be played with like it did now. Her whole body was sexually alive and every eye roaming over her exposed skin only added to her sexual craving.

Melissa smiled and inside she was awash in anticipation and excitement. She didn't know what was coming, but she wanted it, whatever it was, she was ready. She stood straight, tightened her stomach muscles, pulled her shoulders back with the panels of her blouse uncovering her straining nipples. A glance down revealed her brazenly exposed nipples and her breath caught in an excited gasp.

With an exaggerated swing of her hips, she began walking. The panels of her blouse would swing in time with her saucy, hip swinging walk revealing or concealing her entire breasts and the muscles in her belly rippled in her sexy playmate walk. She could barely breathe with the wanton and brazen playmate walk showing everyone what she had, as her hips thrust, and breasts swayed.

Melissa felt her insides tumbling with erotic need, while she tried to maintain proper playboy demeanour on the outside. She felt hundreds of eyes caressing or licking the naked parts of her body. Her eyes clouded over with lustful craving, her blatantly exposed breasts and edges of her nipples were achingly engorged, and her pussy was drenched in her nectar. She could smell her arousal because her pussy was awash in her nectar.

She could smell her scent and knew everyone else could too. This knowledge only made her pussy generate more of her scent and filled her with carnal, wanton desire. This Playboy Walk was more exciting than any of her fantasies. Everyone believed that she was going to put on a show in a few moments. As the anticipation built, her legs trembled even more and a couple of times she stumbled.

Her barely exposed nipples looked as if they were ready to burst, the muscles in her torso shuddered excitedly and her scent permeated everything around them. Her breathing was in excited gasping heaves that only added to the seductive sway of her breasts. But her eyes were clouded in a lustful fog, and she knew that if she touched her clit, she would orgasm immediately. She was excited beyond anything she had ever seen or felt.

The crowd following Melissa's walk grew to immense proportions and their eyes roamed over her body with lustful intent and their hands kept rubbing their pants to keep from caressing this tempting vision next to them. Melissa felt a man next to her, his eyes glued to her swaying breasts and his hands near her, while his desire flowed into her already needful form. As his eyes tweaked her nipples, she saw his tongue lick his lips. Once again, her legs trembled, and she stumbled as she could almost feel his lips nibbling her nipples.

She had almost forgotten the crowd with this man's lustful desire washing over her. She could sense that he didn't want to just fuck her, he wanted to drive her insane with lustful craving and give her rapture she had never experienced before. His desires were palatable, filling the space between them. She could feel he filled out his suit in a powerful way, but it was his eyes that told her he was used to getting what he wanted. Right now, his roving eyes told her that he wanted to spend time exploring every nook and cranny of her gorgeous, delicious body. His demanding eyes told her that he would take her however he wanted, but she would be the ultimate recipient.

Melissa was buffered with lustful desires enveloping her. It seeped into every pore of her skin, filling her with everyone's passion for her mostly naked form. Her mind was lost in a whirlwind of carnal emotions while her body quivered in desperate need of release. Melissa had never felt the wild desires that she felt coursing through her, and they were getting stronger by the second. Her mind was captured by her body's needs, and she couldn't rid herself of the overwhelming wanton desires, nor did she even want to. She wanted nothing more than to let these men compete for who could give her the most bliss while the crowd watched.

Melissa's leg quivered and she had to stop and gather her strength. Only after she heard the words, "Can I help you?" did she realize that she stopped in front of a lingerie store. There was a distinguished man standing next to her with his hot gaze stripping her naked. She knew that he could see every sexy part of her new figure. He latched onto her arm and steered her into his shop.

The large crowd stayed outside but continued to ogle her through the display window. The owner of the shop introduced himself, "Good morning, I own this lingerie shop, my name is Fred, and I have a proposition for you."

Melissa turned to him and came out of her lustful fog, "My name is Melissa and what is your proposal?"

Fred had stopped her in front of a six-foot-high clothes rack. Melissa looked at him with lust clouded eyes and wondered what was next. He turned her towards him with her back towards the window. His hands rested on her hips, and she felt molten lust on her skin as his hands began to travel up her taut belly, over her prominent ribs and stopped as they caressed the bottoms of her breasts.

Melissa looked into his eyes and seeing a man that was used to getting his way. Her hands didn't move as she felt his soft caresses on her ribs and the bottoms of her breasts. Some how this seemed right. She wanted him to caress her, feel her and tease her. Her new body was supposed to titillate and provoke the right man and she felt like he was the right man.

He looked passionately into her eyes as he waited for her to stop his hands advance. Melissa didn't move as his hands moved to the single button of her crop-top and unbuttoned it. Her breasts sprung free, and his hands slowly engulfed her breasts. Melissa didn't move but let him slowly expose her breasts and play with her engorged nipples. She moaned as his hands caressed her breasts feeling the weight of her breasts as his fingers toyed with her engorged nipples.

She sucked in a deep passion laden breath as his fingers squeezed her nipples Her stomach quivered and her pussy gushed as she felt his hands create magic in her body. Her breathing became more difficult as she whimpered, "What is your proposal?"

His eyes bore into her, and she could feel his hunger pouring into her. This was exactly what she had hoped for, and her entire body shuddered with lustful craving. He bent down to whisper in her ear, "I want you to model my erotic Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years costumes and maybe model lingerie in the store." As he finished his lips brushed her ear, before nibbling down her neck until his lips reached a distended nipple.

Melissa felt passion rushing through her as Fred played her body like a Stradivarius. Her legs shook and she grabbed his shoulders to steady herself. While his lips sucked and nibbled on her nipple, his hand slowly descended down her muscular belly until his fingers slid underneath her daisy dukes. She gasped loudly and her hips tilted towards him as his fingers caressed over her clit and slid between her slick pussy lips.

As Fred played with her body, she felt the rush of an impending orgasm rushing towards her. Her hips began to tilt towards him, begging for more and deeper penetration. Fred kept lightly teasing her, keeping her moving towards her climax but not letting her get there. He let go of her nipple and whispered in her ear, "Would you like the crowd watching you to see just how passionate you can be?"

Melissa had forgot about the crowd the minute he undid her crop top, but now the thought of having all of them watch her climax sent uncontrollable craving through her. She had been teasing the crowd since she walked out of her apartment, and she really did want to give them more. Her whole body shivered as she moaned, "Yes, Oh God Yes!"

Fred's lips latched onto her nipple again as his hands did short work of stripping her crop top, then he stripped her daisy dukes down her legs until she was completely naked. When she was totally naked, he turned her to face the crowd outside the window, quickly raised her arms and tied her wrists to the edges of the six-foot overhead clothes bar. Her arms were stretched wide, and her breasts were lifted magnificently showing off their perfect symmetry with her nipples pleading for Fred to play with them.

Melissa looked down seeing her body exposed even more and quivered in excitement. She saw that she was totally nude with her breasts on perfect display leading to her distended ribs, shrinking to her tiny waist, sexy muscled hips and succulent, dripping wet pussy. Then she looked out the window and saw a huge crowd lusting after her deliciously displayed body. Whatever came next, she was ready, willing and desperate to experience it.

Melissa shivered as she watched the crowd gather in front of her and then Fred grabbed her right foot, stretched it to the edge of the clothes rack and tied it to the bottom edge of the rack. He repeated the motion with her left foot, and quickly she was spread wide with her legs and hips totally exposed. She truly felt like a Playboy model exposed to the crowd for their viewing pleasure, tied within a frame and spread into the shape of an X.