What A Deal - S01 E49

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What A Deal - S01 E49

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 49

made sure to wear one of her business suits as I had requested.

I greeted her at the door. "Well, hello, Suzanne. You look delicious."

She blushed. "Thank you, think."

I invited her in and explained the deal to her. "I have four friends coming over for poker." Her eyes immediately went wide. "I have a mask for you to wear and I want you to stay in your business suit. I'm going to come up with an amount that they will pay for each piece of your clothing...."

She interrupted me immediately. "Wait! I can't do that! What do you think am? love my husband and I have two kids. I can't do something like that!"

I looked at her closely. "Suzanne, let me explain two things to you. First, I still have the photos of you from the restroom. She looked down and cringed. 'Second, I know what kind of financial problems you have. It doesn't take a lot to find out that you and your husband are in trouble since he lost his job. Her shoulders slumped and tears came to her eyes. "These guys are all old married guys and they are going to pay to remove your clothes until you are naked. Whatever you make, you keep. I stepped up to her. "You are, after all, my personal little slut."

She lifted her head and tears were starting to roll down her cheeks. Cindy stepped up next to her and seemed to want to comfort her. Suzanne then unloaded. 'My life is such a mess now." Deep breath and sob. "My husband seems to have lost himself since he lost his job. Another light sob. "I mean, I try to stay happy for him, but it's tough on me, too. He has no confidence, no desire, and no real drive any more. I'm afraid it's going to affect the kids, too. She started crying and Cindy looked up at me. She motioned for me to hug and comfort her, but that's not where I wanted to go. I did it anyway and she almost collapsed into my arms.

She cried for a minute and then stood back up. She wiped her eyes a little, threw back her head, and seemed to get herself under control. "Look. I have played dom/sub games with my husband, and I know you think liked it in the restroom." Her eyes jerked from me to Cindy and back. "Well, maybe I did, a little... but I can't have sex with these guys. I will not. I will let you send out the pictures before I do that."

I smiled. "Suzanne, you will not have sex with these guys. All you will do is let them pay for the right to strip you while you act as our hostess. You will submit to this, but they will stay dressed. Understood?"

She stared at me for a second. "No sex? You're not going to ask me to do anything to then, right?"

"No, Suzanne, I will not ask you to have sex with them." I smiled. "Just me and Cindy."

"Can you tell me their names so I can make sure I don't know them?"

"Sure. Their names are Bob Carriker, Randy Robinson, John Kelleher, and Peter Jones. Is that okay and are you ready to perform?" gave her a nasty grin.

She looked back and forth from me to Cindy and finally let out a big sigh. "Yes, sir."

I grinned at that. 'Good. You will start serving the drinks and every time around the table, when it gets to me, III deal the hand that decides who gets to strip off the next piece. Each piece will cost $20 more than the previous one. Understand?"

"Yes, sir. She appeared totally defeated now.

Cindy took her hand and led her upstairs while I got everything set up.

The guys finally started arriving at about 7:30. I had not told them anything about what was to happen. We settled around the table and got into position to start.

In the meantime, Cindy had taken Suzanne upstairs to make sure one of the masks that I bought was going to fit. When Suzanne came back downstairs it was by herself. Cindy didn't want our guests to know that she was even there. Her cover story was that she was out of town on business. When Suzanne came into the den, she was wearing both a mask and a kind of hat that held all her hair up under it. It appeared that she wanted to try to hide her identity as much as possible.

When she came into the room, I called her over and introduced her to the guys. "Alright, guys, Miss S. has agreed to be our hostess for the night. There are some particular rules to this game that are new. I will start the dealing tonight and every time it comes back around to me, the winner of that game has first option of removing the next piece of Suzanne's clothes.

It costs $20 for the first item and $20 more for each piece after that." There was grinning and some shock on the guys faces. "We will go, in order, her jacket, her blouse, her skirt, her bra, and finally her panties, which will cost $100. She will not remove her stockings and shoes. If the guy with the first option declines to pay, we will bid on it starting at the agreed upon amount. The money will go into this jar." I held up a large glass jar. "You may touch and feel her a little during the delivery of drinks, but there will be no sex. She is not a prostitute. She is just here for eye candy. After the game you guys can go home and attack your wives. They all chuckled and were checking out Suzanne. I picked up the cards. "Okay, everyone, who wants something to drink?"

They all ordered beer of some time, since there were three different kinds in the fridge. Suzanne nodded and went to the kitchen. She came back with the beers and started handing them out. When she gave me mine I ran my hand lightly over her ass. Everyone noticed. We started playing and as the hands were played, the guys asked Suzanne for some of the munchies and refills. She spoke to them with an affected deep sounding southern accent and responded promptly. I guess she was trying to disguise her voice as well.

When the first 'clothing' game came around, Suzanne stood right next to me and put her hand on my shoulder, as if awaiting the outcome. She seemed pretty relaxed at the moment and I wondered if it was just acceptance or if she was enjoying doing this as long as her identity was hidden. Bob won the game and smiled at Suzanne. He reached out and put $20 in the jar on the table while she walked over and stood in front of him. He stood up and turned her around by the shoulders. He reached up and took her jacket, taking it down her arms just like he would do any jacket and put it over his arm. Then he quickly ran one hand up over her tits. She jerked at that and turned to face him. But she didn't say or do anything. She just reached out to take her jacket and then walked over and put it on the couch. We continued the game.

There was still not much going on, but the next time around things started to get interesting. It was time for the blouse. Peter won this game and I could see his anticipation at stripping her blouse off. Suzanne again waited thru the game at my side and even leaned her hip against my shoulder. Finally, after the win, Peter grabbed $40 and put it in the jar. Suzanne went and stood right in front of him. She pulled her blouse out of her skirt to make it available to him all the way to the bottom. He started unbuttoning her blouse, making sure to rub his hands up against her tits as he did so. He took his time and kept staring at her bare skin as it came into view. When he got to the bottom, he pulled it open and ran his hands up over her tits to get to the shoulders of the blouse. Then he lowered it down her arms and let it drop to the floor. We could all now see that she had a very conservative lightly padded bra on, cream in color, and very supportive. Peter took his time brining his hands back down over her tits and could see Suzanne shiver or tremble from the action. Finally, he sat back down and Suzanne turned to the table.

"Does anyone need another drink?"

Everyone passed, but she picked up her blouse, put it on the couch, and went into the kitchen. She didn't return for a few minutes. We continued our game and now Suzanne, when asked for a drink, was having her ass patted and rubbed a little and a couple of times somebody would run their hands over her bare back.