Expectations: Do: wear short skirts and dresses, body-hugging clothes. Don't: wear jeans, slacks, tights, or any type of shorts or romper. Do: wear sheer blouses, and dresses that are sheer or transparent. Don't: wear any kind of bra except sheer, cup less, or demi. Do: wear high heels, strappy sandals, peep-toe pumps, and heeled boots. The next Monday. Change hung in the air as Ted Havlicek strolled into his office that...

Sunday: The sun was already high in the sky when Giselle’s eyes reluctantly opened. She’d had a wonderful erotic dream: Andrea had met her in the garage at work and whisked her away to a strip club where she danced with gangs of rich guys. Then she had been ravished by Milos and security chief Connor on the stage in the front window of the tailor shop, each taking turns at her naked body. Erotic dreams are lovely to wake...

Renna lay back in the pool, it’s cool liquid soothed her sex-charged body. Vortan slept noisily on the bank, his large cock still pointed to the sky, his hands behind his head. He snored and Renna laughed softly as she floated in the beautiful lagoon thinking of the past hour of lovemaking with him. The lovers had sailed their tri-wheeled skiff across the scorched ochre sands of the Blue Devil Desert to reach the lush Qui...

Sunday Ted was in Giselle's office, dawn was coming up over the city, and his newest protege had her mouth around his cock. He couldn't speak the words to describe the intense pleasure he was getting from her. She sat in her desk chair, her eyes raised to him as he filled her throat with his hot prick. The lights flickered then went off and everything started to have a shimmer around it. He'd gone to Giselle in her office...

Expectations and Requirements: You should strip down naked before putting on any of the gifts, excluding some of the shoes. This should occur somewhere very open and public. Saturday evening. After the mini orgy in the open window of the tailor shop, wearing only a t-shirt newly silkscreen-printed with Dirty Slut, Giselle rode back to her condo with the handsome dark-haired Greek, Milos. They kissed passionately and he re...

Saturday That morning the doorbell to her condo woke her at ten am. "Who the hell is at my door on a Saturday,” she moaned and rolled over in bed. Giselle had come out of a dream where she had to get ready for work and there were no clothes in her closet or anywhere in her apartment. Her puffy pudenda still tingled from meeting with her mysterious lover in the supply room. If nothing else came from the last week of Tom's...

Friday Last night’s rebellion from Giselle was still fresh on Ted Havlicek’s mind as he exited his private elevator from the tenth-floor suites to the back hall that lead to his office at Havlicek IT Solutions. His secretary must have radar because his intercom buzzed as soon as he opened the door. He keyed the button. “Mr. Havlicek, Mr. Michaels has called twice this morning. Do you want me to get him on the line?” Charl...

Thursday. When you’re the IT designer for all building systems, entrance and security doors, security cams, the HVAC plant, and the electrical grid, you know how to turn things on and off. Ted had shut off one of the main elevators, leaving just one to carry the five hundred or so employees working for the ten different companies in the building. The elevator was constantly packed to capacity, and people had to wait aroun...

Wednesday Another morning and another e-mail, Giselle thought as she sat down in her living room with a fresh cup of coffee. Since meeting Tom at work Monday night, she rarely got dressed at home anymore. So, the neighbors in either of the buildings opposite hers were getting a regular daily show of Giselle's nude body through the large open windows on both ends of her open-floor-plan condo. Steam wafted from her coffee m...

Tuesday Giselle’s naked body burned with lust as she drove back to her condo. Finally getting home sometime after midnight, her pussy still tingled and she was extremely horny from her sexy interlude with Tom. She was barely parked in the lot with the car shut off when she had to finish what he had started. With her car stereo blaring, she dropped her hand into her cleft and started stroking around her swollen clit. Her b...

Monday Evening It was late and the rest of her employees had left for the day. When she had graduated with a master’s in literature from college, Giselle had never thought that in just six or so years she would be heading up Booking and Reeder’s editing department. Her job was to read and make liner notes on the romance novels that the company produced and sold. It was usually somewhat boring, rather like correcting Engli...

My sister’s houseboat on Lake Mead was a ninety-minute drive, through Vegas traffic from my job on the strip. Finally getting away for a well-earned vacation, the marina was far out where the sky blazed with stars, the spiral arms of the Milky Way spun overhead. The lake air was always a bit cooler and driving a quiet road with the top down in my tired old convertible was still a thrill.  I was looking for a bar, a cold b...

The pre-production meeting at the studio had gone longer than I expected and I missed my flight out of LAX. I'd already checked out of my hotel that morning.  The book tour was ending but I wasn't going home, at least not today.  The upside of that was the producer of the movie that was being made from my romance novel was giving me a ride to her place in her twilight blue stretch limo. You might remember the hot redhead...

With my bag over my shoulder, I walked down the aisle of Nordic Trax and treadmills toward the exit of the club. She was leaning back against the reception counter talking over her shoulder to one of the gym instructors.  As I walked up she turned to look at me and smiled. “There you are,” the tawny blonde beamed at me. “I thought I would let you give me a ride home today.  I know you’re not busy, are you?” I looked over...

Elliot hadn’t said when I needed to be at the casino, so I took my sweet time trying to pick out what to wear.  In the first week I was in Vegas I was running out of money, so I had sold most of my clothes.  What I had left wasn’t much. “I pulled out everything clean that I could find, and Daisy it isn’t much,” Corey said looking at the skimpy outfits arrayed on my bed.  “And it looks like all your shoes are stripper heel...