“You can’t be serious Brenda” I began, my eyes staring intently at hers.

“I’m completely serious – I can’t make it this weekend; my boss is going to lose his fucking mind if I don’t go.” Her eyes squinted slightly, making her nose wrinkle. She pushed back a dark blonde curl away from her face before sighing deeply. “Please Erika, I have no other choice. If I don’t send a girl, I’m done.” I watched as her lower lip extended slightly, giving me her famous pout.

“How long do I have to be there?” I asked, shifting slightly at the thought of doing her job.

“Four hours – max” She explained, her hands running through her hair again. I knew this was her ‘nervous’ habit when she wasn’t sure how to approach a situation. “Erika, it’s a western theme – you’ll just have to show up, put the costume on and make sure the boys are having fun. They won’t push you into anything you don’t want to do. I promise…”

“So I don’t have to get naked?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“Not unless you decide you want to.” She laughed, her hands reaching for mine. Her eyes met mine and she squeezed my hands tightly. “I promise it’ll be the easiest two grand you’ve ever made.” I groaned slightly as my eyes rolled back into my head. “Please?” She asked, her grip around my fingers tightening. I nodded slowly, accepting defeat.

“Yeah, Brenda…” I stated slowly, “I’ll do it…” I paused a moment staring at Brenda’s stunning face. She was much prettier than I was – with a pale creamy skin and deep blue eyes. She had a delicate nose and plump rosy lips that made anyone’s knees water. Brenda was a thicker girl, with a tight hourglass shape and large, round ass that currently sat tightly in her shorts – peaking ever so slightly out the bottom of the fabric. Her chest was large and perky – and although I had never seen her completely naked, I had often thought of running my tongue over her entire body.

Brenda squealed contently and pulled my slender frame tightly against her large, perfectly-shaped tits. I caught my breath as I felt the heat rising between my legs. My hands rested against her lower back, aching to lower slightly against the tight fabric on her ass. I resisted turning my head toward her as Brenda kissed my cheek in gratitude.

“What’s the address?” I moaned, my body pressing against hers tightly. I could feel her nipples harden slightly as I shifted away from her. My eyes lowered slightly – trying to get a better view. Tents started to form in her shirt and my pussy ached at the sight.

Brenda quickly pulled away and skipped over to her computer, bending over to grab her laptop from her backpack. My eyes trailed down to her shorts, which were now tightly pressed over her sweet mound, practically outlining every curve of her pussy.

“It’s… uhhh…” she began, her eyes focused on an email on her computer. “342 Barker Street.” Her head turned around to glance at me a moment, catching me staring at her beautiful ass. “Erika…. Erika!” She stammered, snapping my attention back to her blue eyes. “Did you hear me?”

I nodded quickly, embarrassed she had caught me checking her out. How I desperately wanted to bury my face in her ass and lick her until she screamed. I sighed a moment, considering how delicious she would taste – how she would squirm against me and beg for me to stop. How her big blue eyes would stare down at me as I continued to lick every inch of her.

“You better get going Erika – you’re going to be late,” Brenda stated, pulling me from my fantasy. I ran my fingers through my hair and headed for the door – grabbing my purse on the way. I glanced back at Brenda who was now focused on her laptop, feverishly writing an email. I frowned a moment, considering what her job entailed doing.

“Brenda?” I asked, my hand resting anxiously on the doorknob.

“Mhmm?” She asked, her eyes never leaving the computer screen. I fumbled a moment as I tried to pull my keys out from the purse – my other hand still resting on the doorknob.

“No nudity, right?” I asked, shifting slightly at the thought of stripping down into nothing in front of strangers.

“Not unless you want to – “ she confirmed, her head whipping around and smiling at me coyly. “Erika, you’ll have fun. I promise…” she glanced back quickly at her screen again and looked back at me once more. “… I won’t be here when you get back. I have to run out to campus to try and sort out my physics classes. I’ll text you later on tonight. I promise.”

I sighed deeply again, my body on pins and needles – my pussy still damp from the dirty thoughts I had of Brenda moments before. Before I had the chance to reconsider, I had opened the door and headed to my car.

* * *

“Brenda said it was a Western theme?” I asked, staring in disbelief at the material in my hands. The material – also known as my costume, seemed on the small side for a western party. My eyes shifted up to the red-headed woman who had handed them to me. She was dressed in a well-fit black suit with some decorative scarf around her neck. The more she talked, the more I had to fight the urge to pull the ends tight.

“This is…” she began, smiling up from under her clipboard. She was on the short side and rather plain looking – but her eyes suggested there was a hidden spark that would bring a full-grown man to his knees. “Look. Erika, is it?” She asked, glancing down at the clipboard once again. “Obviously, this is your first time here. I’ll break it down for you a little bit—“ she smiled briefly, as my eyes furrowed tightly into a frown.

“This is our western wear. It consists of your handkerchief – which is to be worn around your head, like a bandana.” She demonstrated by tying the scarf around her deep red hair. “You’ll also be wearing your shirt – which is to be buttoned at your own discretion… and your thong. There are heels in the change room. Put them on when you’re done getting ready.” She smiled a cheeky smile at me, before heading toward the fabric change room.

“Payment is cash upon closing.” She started, her eyes narrowing slightly. “These clients are very wealthy and they’re here to have a good time. You are under no obligation to do anything additional they might ask, but many girls do… in exchange for tips. You need to stay here until 1 am to receive your money. If you don’t want to do anything extra, find another girl – most will happily take over.”

I stared at her a moment in disbelief, clutching the small items in my hands tightly. For a moment I considered what Brenda would do for these men… whether she accepted “tips” as the manager suggested.

“Remember Erika, you’re in the client’s home.” She shifted her weight slightly, keeping her voice barely above a minimum. “this gentleman is one of our preferred clients. He holds these parties weekly –“ she raised her finger at me accusingly, before resting it on my chest. “He likes to have fun. His friends like to have fun. Your job is to help that happen. To start, you’ll run the beer tray… we’ll take it from there. Now, go get dressed. Meet me here in two minutes.”

I glanced down again at the “outfit” she had handed me and turned into the change room. This was not the outfit I had envisioned when Brenda mentioned no nudity.

I quickly removed my t-shirt and pulled the top over my head, noticing it rested considerably higher on my body than I had expected. The bottom hem of the shirt rested just below my nipples – leaving the lower portion of my tits hanging out. Three tiny buttons pulled as my large chest pressed against them. I decided to leave the buttons done up – or face my tits jiggling free the rest of the evening.

In a quick motion, my shorts and panties came off, resting in a heap on the floor. I slowly pulled the bright blue thong up, watching as the material pressed into my pussy lips tightly. The shoes, as promised, rested against the mirrors edge – shining brightly in a silver sparkle color. I slipped my feet into them hastily – and turned to find Ms. Manager.

I walked toward the group of girls – all in matching outfits to my own. I immediately noticed a petite thin blonde had opted to undo her top two buttons, pushing excessive pressure on the tiny button closure. My eyes focused briefly on her thin waist and tiny, round ass – noticing how it seemed to bubble against the fabric – the thin material disappearing in her perfectly formed cheeks. She was much thinner than I was – yet seemed to have a perfect hourglass shape. Thick black glasses rested against her nose – giving her a nerdy librarian appearance.

Three other girls stood against a wall, talking vividly with each other. One girl was a deep caramel color, her eyes a darkened hazel that shown brightly against her black hair. She fidgeted with her top a moment, pulling the fabric up slightly – allowing a slight section of her deep brown nipple to poke out the bottom of her top. I could overhear them talking about the tips they earned last weekend. The caramel-skinned girl mentioned having got the most last weekend than ever before – and she purchased that new Mercedes she had her eye on. My eyebrows rose slightly as I continued to listen intently to their updates.

We were joined by our manager, Miss Redhead moments later. I felt the heat in my cheeks begin to rise as she started assessing the girls and me. She smiled intently at us, obviously pleased with the results of her costume.

“Ladies, welcome back!” She began, her eyes scanning each girl over with a certain deliberate pause. “It’s nice to see some of our top earners joining us tonight… Sasha, I hear you’ve finally purchased that new Mercedes? That is fantastic.” She nodded at Sasha who as now smiling ear to ear. Her eyes sparkled even more than before.

“We have a new-comer this evening, who isn’t familiar with our rules and routines… Erika – have you thought of a nickname you’d like to go by?” I furrowed my brow slightly – Brenda hadn’t mentioned a nickname.

“uhh… a nickname?” I began, my eyes shifting between the girls – who were now intently staring at me. Suddenly, I felt self-conscious; I lifted my arms over my chest to hide the ample cleavage pushing out the seam of my top.

“A nickname – something you want to be referred to while you’re at work.” Sasha began, smiling sweetly at me. “My real name isn’t ‘Sasha’; it’s Catherine… unless you want your family finding out you do this for a living?”

I shook my head solemnly; there was no way my father would approve of such a profession. “Uh… how about Brandi – you know, like the drink?” My arms loosened the grip on my tits… allowing the fabric to return to their puckered positions.

“Alright; Brandi – here’s how this is going to work.” Miss Redhead began, her eyes skimming the girls again. “Every evening there will be a total of five to fifteen girls attending an event. Each gentleman has an opportunity to choose the girls they want to attend – as a sort of popularity contest of sorts. We will add your photo to the register of girls if you make it through the evening. The party starts in 15 minutes – which will consist of anywhere from twenty to two hundred attendees.

They select the party genre at the time of booking. Costumes must be worn at the time of the party starting… but the most you can wear is the costume. If you want to take the costume off, try to convince a man to pay to see your goods first – remember, once it’s off, it doesn’t go back on…”

She paused a moment as she hushed the girls who were now giggling at the comment. Obviously, some chose to wear something different.

“There are a few house rules that we will cover at the beginning of each party—which will be disclosed at the time of the party. The rules for this party are as follows… girls pay attention.” The four other girls calmed down slightly, excited to get out to the gentlemen currently entering the building.

“This party has seven rules; all must be respected and followed. Anyone not following the rules will not be paid – they will also be removed from the registry. Understood?” We all nodded our head in agreement, my breath catching in anticipation of hearing the news and requirements.

“Rules are as follows.” She glanced down at her clipboard a moment, reading the scribbled notes on the paper.

“Rule 1: Tips must be paid in cash, personal cheques are not allowed. You will all have a tab on the bar and also with me. Gentlemen will pay me before any additional requests are allowed.

Rule 2: Remember, your main goal is to please these men. You will not be rude or take an attitude with them. Disrespect will not be tolerated.

Rule 3: If you’re going to be engaging in sexual acts – protection is available, but can be used at your discretion.

Rule 4: If you will be involved with another hostess, you must split the tip between the two of you. Remember, when one wins – we all win.

Rule 5: Requests from the party host should always be kept. Especially if you’d like to return. You don’t need to do anything for free – but I don’t want to hear of him being unhappy.

Rule 6: Any guest here may buy a drink for a hostess. Drinks should be accepted — always.

Our last and final rule – remember the boundaries. You’re here to impress. You’re here to help these men enjoy their night. Spread yourselves around – don’t cling to one man. Once your costume is taken off – it stays off for the rest of the night.”

Sasha smiled intently, adjusting her top further up. I could feel my pussy starting to ache as her deep brown nipple slipped down lower in her top. Her tits bulged out of the top – pushing the buttons further than before. With a knowing nod, Miss Redhead dismissed us all, handing each of us a drink tray as we walked toward the doorway.

* * *

I walked nervously in my heels, feeling the pressure of my top rubbing against my nipples slightly. I still didn’t know what I was in for, but my mind was already racing as I began walking up the stairs nervously. I watched as Sasha’s ass swayed just inches from my nose – watching the thin fabric continue to push further into her ass cheeks as she walked up the stairs intently. My eyes trailed down toward her pussy. I could see a thin slit and a tight outline of her lips pressing into the fabric. My mouth shivered a moment as I imagined pressing my face into her caramel sweet spot. Maybe tonight wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

We walked into the main foyer, where nearly forty men were standing – waiting for the party to begin. We were met by catcalls and whistles as all eyes stared openly at the five sets of tits helplessly bouncing in our small shirts. I could feel the stares continue to press on as I walked past a group of five men. Their eyes lingering intently as I walked past them, my tits falling slightly in my shirt – pushing the buttons apart further.

A gentleman walked toward the group of us, a drink in his hand. It was obvious from his grin—this was the party host. “Ladies –“ he began, his arm reaching out to welcome us. “Welcome. My name is Carlton. I see a lot of familiar faces … and beautiful asses” he chuckled, as the group of guys laughed in unison with him. He walked down the line of us, his eyes entranced on our thin white tops. “I do, however;” he started, his eyes resting on my tits. “See a face I’m not familiar with…” His eyes lifted a moment, staring intently at my flushed face. “Who are you, sweetie?” he began, as his body began walking around the back of me.

I felt a lump in my throat harden, as I pushed the word ‘Brandi’ from my mouth. It was no louder than a whisper and I could feel his eyes glaring at my ass as he spoke.

“Brandi—“ he whispered back to me, “is this your first party?” His eyes met mine as his fingers trailed over my shoulders and down the side of my body. I could feel shivers forming beneath the thin fabric – as my nipples began to harden with his touch. I nodded slowly, the tray shivering as my hand shook slightly.

He nodded slightly as a smile crept over his face. “Gentleman, we have an angel among us. Miss Brandi here has never attended our parties…” He looked at me knowingly, and he winked at me. “Miss Brandi – would you be willing to remove your top for me?” he asked, the guests waiting in baited breath for a response.

I smiled meekly, feeling my nipples continue to harden beneath the fabric at the thought of baring my tits for the entire room. My pussy warmed at the thought of all the dirty thoughts and invitations I might receive. “I suppose… sir…” I began, “that would depend on your offer.”

The gentleman running the event briefly walked over to Miss Redhead and spoke in a hushed tone before walking back over to me – his eyes focused on my heaving chest. He grabbed the tray from my hand and passed it over to Sasha. My eyes locked on hers as she smiled intently at me.

“Miss Brandi,” he began, “how about $2,000?” My eyes widened at the thought of an additional $2,000… but I remembered Miss Redhead’s caution of removing clothing. Once it was off – it remained off – until I went home.

“I … I” I stammered, my lips unable to form words properly beneath the heaving of my breath. I cleared my throat a moment as I regained my composure. “I believe… sir… that you can do better than that.” A few gentlemen in the audience laughed at the comment. My cheeks flushed more than ever – I didn’t want to embarrass him in front of his friends.

The man smiled again and chuckled to himself. “Miss Redhead… you’ve found a feisty one.” His eyes focused back down again on my chest – my nipples now hardening against the fabric, pushing the thin material away from my skin.

“Alright –“ he started, “let’s do this $4,000. But…” he began. “I get to take the top off you… however I see fit.” My mouth dropped slightly at the thought. The group of men in the foyer waited in anticipation of my answer – seemingly knowing something I didn’t. I nodded in acceptance, looking over at Miss Redhead for approval. She smiled slightly, before writing down the number on her paper.

Carlton smiled intently at me, his hands reaching for my shoulders before turning my body away from the crowd. I could hear loud moans coming from the crowd – obviously upset that their view had been blocked. His hands rested momentarily on my back, securing my body in place – before planting his lips intently on my aching chest. A brief moan escaped my lips as I fought the wetness forming between my legs. His hands wrapped around to my tits, cupping them tightly in his grasp. His thumbs skimmed at my thick, hardened nipples before moving toward the buttons. I looked briefly to the group of girls – all of which were intently watching his expert hands moving in tight circles over my thin material.

His mouth lowered slightly, skimming beneath the thin fabric before finding my swollen nub briefly. My head flicked back in enjoyment, despite my urge to remain un-phased by his advances. His tongue plunged deeper, swirling gently over my nipple again – catching it in his teeth through the fabric.

I felt his hands slide up the bottom of my top, pulling the thin fabric over my swollen mounds – pressing against my nipples but not letting them free. His fingers flicked at the fabric gently, releasing the bottom button from its lock. I again caught my breath, although this time, I realized I was anxiously awaiting for the fabric to fall from my shoulders.

His hands pushed up higher, as my heavy tits fell freely into his hands. My deep pink nipples pressed harder against his thumb as he continued to work them tirelessly. He pinched at the flesh intently as my pussy responded with a deep pang of enjoyment. His mouth closed over the top of my nipple again as he continued to lap at the sensitive nub. Twirling it around in his mouth as my breathing heightened.

I could hear moans coming from the audience, which continued to turn into anxious pleas and cries to turn around. His mouth momentarily nipped at my nipple – sending another wave of passion through my body. His fingers continued to undo the remaining two clasps, sending the fabric to the floor.

His mouth raised higher until his body was standing against my own. My nipples grazed his shirt intently, practically begging to be touched again. I could feel a thickness in his pants pressing tightly against my thong. My pussy responded again, I knew the fabric would likely show signs of the wetness that had started to pool against it.

He lowered his mouth to my ear and intently whispered, “Brandi – your tits are incredible. We’re going to show all my friends how amazing they are… okay?” I nodded anxiously, desperately wanting him to have his way with me – unable to control myself.

His hands rested firmly against my chest – concealing my swollen chest with his hands expertly. “My dearest friends –“ he began, turning my body to face the crowd. His hands continued to press intently against my nipples, squeezing my nipple between his open-palmed fingers. My ass pressed back against his thickness in enjoyment. “Brandi here – has an amazing set of tits. Let me tell you – they’re incredible.”

His head lowered down toward my ear again, “are you ready?” he asked, his tongue briefly licking against my earlobe and biting at the sensitive lobe. I nodded again, my ass pressing back into his further. He body tightened against mine – obviously enjoying the feeling.

His hands lowered slowly, dragging my tits downward in his grasp before releasing them free for the room to see. I could hear catcalls and whistling in approval as my tits bounced freely for the men. My body continued to press against his as his hands lowered down the side of my body, resting momentarily against the thin fabric of my thong.

“Brandi – I need to see the rest of you now… But not here” he whispered. “I need to have you first… before they offer…” I nodded again, my body aching to be touched. Knowingly, Miss Redhead walked toward Carlton and pulled his hands away from me – over to the clipboard. I could see her chatting briefly with him – before motioning to me again.

“Gentleman, I want you to enjoy yourselves – enjoy these beautiful ladies.” Carlton bellowed. “Each lady here is exquisite. So feel free to chat with them a little bit.” He laughed momentarily, as a gentleman called out about my price. I watched as Carlton shook his head momentarily a moment. “I know Troy – everyone should feel the incredible body Brandi has… and you may ….” He paused a moment before grabbing at my tits again.

“But I’m going to talk to Brandi first….” He winked at me a moment before turning his head toward the crowd. “Of course, Brandi might be open to offers of helping… or watching…”

To be continued…

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