I woke gently the next morning, feelings of contentment and satisfaction from the memory of the night before brushed against my skin like a cool, spring breeze. Images flashed through my mind of being held up against a wall while Kyle's cock thrust deep inside of me. I could still see the faces of the people watching me vividly in my mind. Their looks weren't mocking in any manner, they were enjoying watching just as much as I was enjoying putting on the show, some perhaps wanting to be a part of it themselves. It surprised me that I hadn't felt ashamed or insecure about being on display; I had loved every second of it seeing the desire etched into their faces as they watched me being railed.

Slowly I stretched, taking my time to get out of bed. I walked downstairs to find Bill reading the newspaper at the kitchen table. He was wearing another pair of panties, and I saw my latex outfit, and the panties he wore last night were freshly laundered and folded tidily on the side. Bill hid his face behind the newspaper as I sat opposite him without any clothes; I didn't feel like getting dressed, and it was my house this morning, so I didn't have to; if Bill had a problem with that, he knew where the door was.

After a few minutes of silence, I transferred the five thousand he requested the night before into his account. Watching him degrade himself had been worth every penny I was about to lend him. I certainly hoped that he would need to borrow money from me again, there was so much more to build on from last night, and I craved to see that look of resignation and humiliation that showed on his face.

Shortly after receiving the money, Bill went out. My mind obsessed over Kyle and Brad's dynamic from the night before and I spent much of the afternoon in front of the computer 'researching' with plenty of self-touching. The more I saw, the more I wanted that level of control, and although there were plenty of people out there willing to serve, I wanted to have that control over Bill. He was a proud man, and it had been thrilling to see him reduced to agree to my terms to live in this house wearing panties. I could only imagine what he would feel if I changed my terms and stated that I wanted to see him dressed in a maid's outfit or something similar to the videos I had watched online.

Feeling curious, I checked WhatsApp to find that Bill still shared his location with me; I had turned off the location sharing before going to the club last night, but Bill had forgotten about it. Acting on a whim, I quickly threw on some clothes and got a taxi downtown close to where Bill was situated. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of anger when I realised he was in a strip club. So that's what he was doing with the money he borrowed from me?

I sat for an hour watching from a distance before he left the club; it was clear from the way he was walking that he'd already had a few drinks. As soon as he got into the taxi that he had called, I walked inside the club. It was pretty much what you'd expect for a seedy strip club like this. Smoke filled the room, and groups of middle-aged to elderly men sat around watching the scantily-clad dancer on the stage. Perhaps in the evening and the weekends this place might be full of a more lively and youthful clientele, but right now it was fairly desolate.

I ordered a soft drink from the bored bartender and on a whim, showed her a picture of my ex-husband asking if she had seen him before. For a moment she didn't reply and I realised she was waiting for some financial motivation to open her mouth. I slipped her a fifty and she pointed towards a table hidden in the shadows in the corner of the club saying that when he wasn't flirting with the dancers after hiding his wedding ring in his pocket, he was always with that group when he was here.

Walking closer to the table, I could see four men playing cards. Trying to appear more confident than I felt, I approached the table and asked to join their game of poker. Three of the men looked towards the one wearing an expensive suit and he nodded, seemingly amused by my presence. The games were casual with small money, but it was clear that these guys were used to playing with higher stakes. Once I'd finally won a game, I showed them the picture of my husband, and immediately the leader became suspicious.

"What are you to do with Bill?"

I explained that Bill was my ex-husband and I had lent him five thousand before his visit here and I was curious how that money was being spent. The leader, a tall, muscular man, introduced himself as Antonio, the son of a well-known local gangster and he ran gambling from this location. Tattoos covered Antonio's arms and neck, and his beard like the rest of his appearance was unkempt and dishevelled, but not in an off-putting kind of way; quite the opposite in fact, there was something about his appearance that I found naturally masculine and incredibly appealing. He announced to my shock that Bill owed him close to twenty-five thousand, and to top that, Bill had said he could only afford to pay him two thousand this afternoon.

"Bill owes others as well, chances are he went to another club like this to spend the three thousand he has remaining on gambling and the dancers."

I made a deal with Antonio, promising that Bill would pay the money he owed, but I needed Antonio to make Bill's situation more desperate. To rack up that sort of debt, Bill must have been doing this for years behind my back with my money, I dreaded to think how much he owed the others. I asked Antonio to speak with his contacts and find out how much he owed, and whom. Now that he knew Bill was lying to him about the money he had, he was all too happy to help me knowing that he would get paid.

Over the next couple of hours, I decided to stay and play poker with Antonio and his friends over a few cocktails. The more I drank, the more flirtatious and lustful I became and I even decided to try and find one of the dancers for a personal dance. I hadn't been with a woman since my college days, and I was feeling in the mood for a personal erotic dance from a beautiful woman. Leaving Antonio and the others, I found one of the dancers talking to the girl behind the bar, a leggy blonde with an impressive cleavage that couldn't have been natural. Even with beauty enhancements like lip fillers, hair extensions, the excessive make-up the blonde who looked to be in her early twenties had an air of innocence about her, though when I sat next to her at the bar and listened in on her conversation with the barmaid, it was clear she was ditsy and a bit of an airhead. Still, I didn't care about that right now. I wasn't planning on having an intellectual conversation with her.

When the bar worker moved to another customer, I got the blonde's attention and was hit with a sense of familiarity, like I had seen her somewhere before but couldn't place where. She seemed a bit surprised that a woman like me wanted a dance from her, but money was money, and she was more than willing to do it.

Daisy, which I guessed wasn't her real name although it fit her image, completely led me to a private room and lightly pushed me down onto the chair. She started about her regular routine as she bent down to touch her toes in front of me, offering me a cheeky look between her legs and back up at me. Her ass was like a peach, small, round, and firm, and I envied her figure as she danced in front of me, Maybe it was because I'd had a few drinks, but Daisy's dancing was having more of an effect on me than I thought it would. I don't know what it was, but ever since the split with Bill, I'd been quicker to become aroused by the slightest suggestion, my mind ruled by foreign desires that had never crossed my mind before.

Thinking of Bill made me realise where I had seen this woman before; this was the woman from the video my friend sent when Bill had been caught. I froze briefly for a moment, caught between my lust and the hurt Bill had caused, but I quickly came to realise that this wasn't Daisy's fault. Bill would have paid for her time, probably with the money I had given him. There was no way that Bill would have got someone as attractive and shallow as Daisy into bed by his charm and looks alone.

Suddenly I wanted more, and as Daisy removed the last of her underwear and sat on my lap facing me, I gently touched her back, pulling her closer.

"Touching costs extra, sweety."

I smiled and winked playfully at her.

"Extra is fine."

Daisy smiled, matching my energy and she came in close for a kiss, picking up on my lame attempt at flirting. It had been a long time since I had kissed another woman and I had forgotten just how much better women were at kissing. My hands travelled down to her perfect butt and I couldn't help myself as I groped her as she giggled. I turned my attention to her perky, ample breasts, weighing them in my hands as I gently caressed them.

If I had any worries that Daisy would be creeped out by my actions, I had been mistaken. Daisy allowed me to explore her fake yet perfect body with my hands and I was beginning to feel a little pent up with lust. I could feel my wetness seeping into my panties and Daisy smiled knowingly when she detected the scent of my arousal. She too was glistening between her legs, and it was obvious that she was enjoying the opportunity to do her job with another woman, I was guessing it was mostly male clients that she had in places like this.

I lifted my skirt and motioned for Daisy to straddle my leg. I felt her moist pussy touch my thigh as she sat and as she reached in to kiss me, I grabbed hold of her waist and softly guided her back and forth, allowing her to get off on my thigh like a bitch on heat. The humiliating act didn't seem to affect Daisy who moved to kiss my neck as she frantically grinded herself against my leg. I took her perky nipples between my fingers and gently rubbed them, waiting until they were erect before pinching them; she cried out in response but doubled her efforts against my leg. Daisy looked deep into my eyes as she gripped onto my shoulders, wildly humping my legs, until the pleasure she felt was etched on to her face and she could no longer hold my gaze as her eyes shut.

"Such a good little slut."

Breathlessly, Daisy climbed off of me and took a second to regain composure, though she didn't seem too bothered by being called a slut as she smiled weakly at me. She then looked at the clock and sighed.

"Shit. I've got another session. I feel so guilty I can't return the favour, I can make the session cheaper for you."

Daisy genuinely looked regretful, and although I felt built up without any release due to her performance, I could find other ways to get my own pleasure.

"It's okay, Daisy, you've earned every penny. I'm sure I'll see you again sometime, maybe you can return the favour then."

"That sounds great."

Daisy rushed to get dressed again and left the room with me as she went to another room for a pre-arranged meeting with another client and I returned to the table with Antonio, who raised his eyebrow after seeing me leave the private room looking dishevelled.

I downed his shot, and when the other guys were distracted in an animated conversation with three of the dancers, I subtly grabbed Antonio's hand and guided it between my legs so he could feel how excited I was. His smile lit up his face and he reached down my skirt and underneath my panties, decided to get a better feel. I moaned quietly, as there were now six of his friends chatting with the three dancers, completely oblivious to Antonio caressing my slit with his finger under the table, pausing only to raise his finger and wipe it over my lips. The scent of my arousal flooded my nostrils, and I felt intoxicated with lust.

"Antonio. How would you and your friends like to join me for some fun?"

I followed Antonio to his chauffer-driven limo and sat in the back as the other six men joined us inside. Within minutes they were groping me and stroking my body through the clothes, teasing me until we arrived at my house. This happened so smoothly and without question that this kind of thing happened frequently with Antonio. The moment my front door closed behind me, one of the men removed the dress I was wearing. Antonio lifted me as if I weighed nothing and carried me upstairs while the others followed as I pointed out which room was the bedroom. The men undressed around me and I knelt on the bed, servicing whichever cock came in front of me with my mouth while servicing two others with my hands. Before last night, I'd never had sex with more than one other person present, and now there were seven naked men in my bedroom.

Intoxicated with lush, a frenzy overtook me as I strived to pleasure the men in the room. They were rough with me, manhandling me and passing me around between them as if I were a toy for them to share. I exhaled sharply as I felt their teeth bite into my skin and incredibly, I asked them to do it again; scratch that, I begged them. They soon discovered that the pain was turning me on, and as one of them was deep inside me, I felt another pinch and twist my nipples. The sharp pain caused shivers of pleasure to ripple through my entire body, and I felt myself give way to the orgasm surging through my whole being.

As the man pulled out and spurted his load upon my chest, another dick quickly replaced him leaving me no time to gather my senses. I could only imagine the look on Bill's face should he walk in on this scene. The image I conjured up of his shocked face in my mind caused my body to convulse in pleasure once again as one of the men used my mouth as his personal fleshlight as he dumped his substantial load in my mouth, causing me to cough up his cum and let it spill down my chin and onto my chest.

Instantly, another cock was in my mouth, only this one was by far bigger. My eyes watered as the cock pushed against the back of my throat, causing my gag reflex to kick in. He pushed in as far as he could go and held me down as I briefly panicked for air. He released his grip as I gasped for air and immediately stuck my tongue out, begging for more. I looked up to see Antonio pull out his phone and he called Bill while he pulled my face back over his cock.

"Bill, I've been informed that you didn't give me as much as you could have by one of my colleagues. I suggest you get the money together quickly or else accidents may occur."

Despite my wishes, Bill didn't return home as Antonio and his friends continued to use my body. I encouraged them to continue being rough with me, and by the time they were finished, angry red marks covered my sore and thoroughly used cum-drenched body. Antonio, ever the gentleman, offered to stay and get his guys to make me a cup of tea but I guessed he had a busy life so I told them to go, leaving me lying on the bed feeling more satisfied than I had in my entire life. Having an idea, I wrote a note on my notepad on the bedside table addressed to Bill. Smiling with a smug sense of contentment, I closed my eyes and relaxed.

Before I had time to drift off, I heard Bill clumsily slam the front door. He called out for me, but I pretended to be asleep and I heard him stumble up the stairs, clearly intoxicated. Instead of coming straight into my room, he went into the spare room where I allowed him to sleep before coming into my room wearing just the panties. Good, he was learning. I sneaked a peek as he picked up the letter I had written to him.

Bill,

If you're reading this note you've returned home before I've awoken. I can't put into words how titillating it was to see how pathetic you looked cleaning my cum-stained panties with your tongue last night. As you can see from my body, I've had quite an eventful day and am in a generous mood.

Should you want to borrow another five thousand, you will lick my entire body clean. I will allow you to stay temporarily, whatever your decision, but these are the terms should you need the money.

Elizabeth

I pretended to stir as if I were half asleep and saw Bill holding the note with a dumbfounded expression. The cogs were turning in his mind, weighing up the humiliation of what I offered against the money and I knew he would be in panic mode after the phone call from Antonio earlier. Antonio had told me that he'd already spent part of the money paying him, and he'd been gone for another four hours beyond that. If he had headed to another strip club and gambled some more, I doubted much of that money was left. Now if Antonio could speak to his contacts and they started to push for payment from Bill, he would feel pressured to find a solution.

Bill must have swallowed his pride as he started to carefully lick the parts of my body covered in their cum; though a part of me wondered if he would still do it if he knew who it was that produced the mess. I stretched as if I was waking, smiling tauntingly at him as he cleared the mess with a look of disgust. Despite how he felt, I had already noticed the bulge grow inside the panties that he was wearing. I didn't say anything, just enjoyed the victory as he cleaned the cum off of my body, revelling in how good it felt to be massaged by his tongue while knowing how humiliating he found this.

As Bill moved to my chest to clean off the cum drying there, I reached out and started stroking his cock through the panties. Like with the night before with my feet, Bill didn't show any objection only this time I acted much slower and more deliberately with my hands. He leaned closer, urging me to stroke him quicker and harder, but he wasn't the one running this show. I continued teasing him and he doubled his efforts, licking the cum with more enthusiasm in an attempt to persuade me to award him. That was exactly the attitude I wanted him to adopt, and I was starting to see it in him. He was eager to please me, even if it was just for the money for now, it was a start that I could work with.

Bill moved up to my mouth, licking the cum off of my chin and my lips and I kissed him, the lust overcoming the anger I had felt towards him as I wanted him to taste the cocks that had been in my mouth. He was shocked that I had kissed him, but again, he didn't object, even as I pushed the cum down his throat with my tongue.

"Lay down on the bed."

I laced my voice with as much authority as I could muster, and Bill complied, his cock still straining to poke through the panties. Straddling his face, I allowed him to clean the cum seeping out of my freshly-fucked hole, and he did so with more enthusiasm. Bill's tongue delved inside, scooping out the cum with a manic eagerness and I continued to spur him on by stroking his cock slowly through the panties. I couldn't help but giggle as it throbbed in the lacy confinement, desperate for more. Drunk on the power I held over him, I rubbed myself over him as he worked his tongue, driven by lust using his face to stimulate myself.

Fuelled by his humiliation, I felt the pressure build rapidly inside and an intense orgasm ripped through me as I sat full weight on his face, squeezing his balls as he writhed beneath me. The pain must have pushed him past the point of no return as I watched his cock twitch pathetically underneath the panties as he sprayed his load. I couldn't imagine how frustrating it must have felt to orgasm that way with no stimulation at the point of climax.

I rolled off of Bill and lay on my back, taking a moment to recover. Bill sighed as he checked the sticky stain in his panties and I giggled.

"If you keep doing that, Bill, you're going to have to buy your own panties to wear while you stay here."

For a moment we lay there in silence, and it wasn't lost on me that this was the first time we had shared a bed since I had discovered his infidelity. The reminder of his betrayal caused me to bring up the money he owed and whether he would be able to pay it back eventually. With what I was about to lend him for accepting my offer in the letter, I'd already lent him nearly a third of his yearly salary, Amazingly, whether it was because he felt sensitive because of what he'd just done, he opened up to me. Bill owed nearly fifty thousand to several people like Antonio, though I didn't react when he said his name. It was a debt I could easily pay should I want to, but I wouldn't do it out of principle.

"Look, I have the money to help you, but as you know, I owe you nothing. The fact I'm letting you stay here free of charge after what you've done is more than generous. Now I know you've been pushed outside your comfort zone with what I've had you do to stay here and to borrow money, but I've enjoyed every second of it. I want more, and I'm willing to help you make money if you go along with it while still allowing you to stay for free for the time being. Would you be interested?"

Bill paused to think. I knew that everything I had him do damaged his fragile masculinity, and if his friends or co-workers found out, he would be broken. However, he owed a lot of money; fifty thousand or so to his gambling friends, and now ten thousand to me. There was nowhere else to go, and he knew he couldn't hide from people like Antonio. I couldn't help but wonder if in a way he had enjoyed what I had done to him; he had been so quick to climax both times I had teased him in the panties, and he didn't put up too much of a resistance when asked to clean the cum out of my panties or off of my body. I knew that would cause an internal struggle in his mind; he'd always been a bit homophobic, and in his mind, one hundred per cent straight. The last few days I had tested his resolve, and he'd been more pliable than I originally thought he would be.

"Yes, I would be interested."

Bill sighed, somewhat deflated but he agreed. If only he knew the things I had planned.