Chapter 11
Ali looked around and felt a little giddy about being in control of this huge, opulent layout at the Wilson's sprawling, ranch-style home. As she scurried around in the kitchen, making dips and arranging trays of snacks for the soon-to-be-arriving guests, she felt like the lady of the manor.
She hoped someday that she would have a home such as this for her own. Perhaps when her college education was over, and she was able to land a good job in the communications field. The one thing that would make it even better, she thought with a wistful smile, would be to have the house AND Uncle Alex!
As she prepared another bowl of dip, she considered the prospects in her job-field. Her career counselor at college had told her she was a natural for it. She would not have any problem getting hired by any number of television stations. She would probably have to start off as a weather girl, or a cub, or a location reporter for a while before making the move to a desk, but that didn't bother her in the least.
At first Ali had been worried she wasn't pretty enough, at which her counselor had laughed. Her counselor had told her she had more than enough beauty to sit in front of any camera, television or otherwise, and if she decided to change her mind, she might think of giving Hollywood a shot.
After that, Ali had worked hard on her skills as a verbal communicator, practicing in the audiovisual lab to rid herself of any noticeable accent or speech fluctuation, which might detract from a viewer's attention to her story.
She was gaining more and more confidence in herself with each passing day. She knew when the time came for her to go out and face the job market, she would be more than ready. She was making sure of that.
Ali had everything in place just as the clock struck seven, which was when the guests were due to begin arriving. She heard the kitchen door swing open behind her, and turned to see George smiling at her.
"Do you think this will be enough?" Ali asked a little nervously.
"That should be plenty, Ali," he told her easily, which caused her to relax somewhat.
Ever since picking her up, George had been the perfect gentleman, treating her with courtesy and respect, even offering to give her a hand in the kitchen if she needed it. Ali had assured him she had everything under control, at which he merely smiled and left her to her own devices.
"Come with me a minute," George said, holding the door open for her.
She stepped through, letting him lead her down the hall towards one of the bedrooms. She hesitated at the door while he went on in, her heart skipping a beat. He looked back at her and laughed gently.
"Relax, Ali. What I wanted to show you was this."
He pointed to a beautifully wrapped box on the bed and motioned for her to look at it. Ali entered the room apprehensively, but George simply stepped back from the bed and allowed her to sit on the edge of the mattress.
"Go ahead, open it," he told her. "I went out and bought it today. I was hoping you might wear it tonight to serve the guests. They would love it, especially with you in it!"
Ali untied the bow and opened the box, setting the lid to one side. She pushed away the soft green tissue paper and removed the soft satin outfit from within.
Ali looked puzzled. "What's this?"
"It's called a French maid's uniform. I bought it especially for this party. I hope it fits. I had to guess at the size."
I ... I can't wear this!" Ali exclaimed in a hushed whisper. Holding the flimsy garment up, she examined it closely.
"Oh, sure you can, Ali. Come on. Please! You'll knock 'em dead in it!"
Ali laughed softly, and with some uncertainty went into the bathroom down the hall, locking the door securely behind her. She slipped out of her jeans and blouse; her heart was racing when she removed her bra and panties. There was something exciting and slightly forbidden about wearing a uniform that was so dangerously daring in front of a bunch of men. Especially the older men.
Once Ali had it on, she turned and looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror behind the bathroom door. She admitted she looked sexy as hell in it. She slipped on the black satin shoes, with the three-inch heels, which accentuated her long, shapely calves. The outfit was a definite turn-on! But Ali decided to play with George a little. Just to see how eager he was for her to wear it.
"George!" she called through the door, "I can't wear this! It makes me look like some floozy French whore!"
"Oh, come on, Ali!" George begged, causing Ali to suppress a giggle behind the security of the closed door. "Look, I'll even pay you extra if you'll wear it."
"How much extra?" she called back.
"Oh, hell, I'll give you another fifty bucks. Come on, Ali, I promised the guys something really special tonight, and that costume on you is just the ticket."
Ali stood silently behind the door, laughing into her hands, knowing George really was desperate. "Well, all right," she said at last, unlocking the bathroom door and stepping out.
"Holy shit!" George exclaimed as she returned to the bedroom. "You ... you look utterly fantastic!"
"You really think so?" Ali asked shyly, blushing slightly under the blatantly lust-filled gaze of the older man.
"Hell yes!" he told her avidly.
"It's kind of skimpy."
"Not really," George replied quickly. "It really doesn't reveal any more than most bathing suits. And maybe not even as much as a lot of bikinis you see most women walking around in these days."
"I don't know."
"It just looks sexier because of the lace and frilly trimmings, that's all."
Ali sighed and looked at herself in the mirror over the dresser. It really did look sexy, especially with the black lacy bra cups and their almost-transparent material. Just the outline of Ali's beautiful pink nipples could be seen through the sheer fabric.
Ali pulled the short skirt of the outfit up and looked at the skimpy triangle of black silk which barely covered her dewy cunt-thatch. She turned, admiring the bulge of her cute, firm ass in the mirror, studying George's admiring gaze.
"Well, maybe you can't see that much after all," Ali admitted with a smile, "but it sure gives you the feeling you're seeing a lot."
"Right. Now, come on. The guests will be arriving any minute."
The sound of a car horn in the driveway served to punctuate his words, and the two of them hurried back to the living room. Even before George could reach the front door, the doorbell sounded. Ali was actually a little glad. She had seen that gleam of lust in George's eyes.
But what really bothered Ali was that she felt as horny as hell in the skimpy outfit, and if George had made a move on her she probably wouldn't have refused him.
"Hey, wait a minute!" George said, stopping just before reaching the door. "You're the maid tonight. You're supposed to get the door!"
Ali blushed but hurried to the door. When she opened it she saw two men, in very expensive sport coats and slacks, standing beneath the porch light. Ali had seen one of them, a local Caddy dealer, doing his own commercials on television, which made her feel as though she knew him already.
"Won't you come in?" she asked politely. "Mr. Wilson is expecting you." She tried to sound formal, straining to keep the sense of excitement she actually felt from her voice. She got into playing the role.
"Wow!" the car dealer gasped to his buddy as he saw Ali in her skimpy outfit. "Would you look at this beautiful little creature!"
"George said tonight was going to be something special, and he sure meant it!" the other man said. His eyes traveled up and down Ali, from head to toe.
Ali blushed as she took their jackets and hung them in the hall closet. She smiled as the doorbell rang again, and went to open it.
With such upstanding community and business leaders coming to play poker, Ali began to think about the opportunity she had for making money this evening, if it presented itself. These men were all rich and could definitely afford her services. And she didn't think they would mind paying for it, either.
Once everyone had arrived, Ali began to relax. S he served a few rounds of drinks, learning to make highballs and simple cocktails with the help of the men, who practically tripped over one another to show her something new to mix.
As Ali poured the various drinks, she took an experimental sip from each of them, just out of curiosity, to see if she liked them or not. She decided she enjoyed the light, white wines the best, and poured herself a glass, setting it off to one side in the kitchen. She sipped from it from time to time, knowing George wouldn't mind. By the end of the first hour of the party, Ali's beautiful face wore a continually rosy glow.
"You know, Ali," said the car dealer during one of the breaks, his voice slightly slurred. "The rest of the boys and I are really knocked out by that outfit you've got on. I don't think I've ever seen anyone so beautiful before in my life who wasn't on the pages of a magazine."
Ali blushed at the loud round of applause and laughter which followed the man's comments. She lowered her eyes bashfully under the appreciative gaze of all the men at the table.
"However," the auto dealer continued, placing his cards face down on the table in front of him, "we were wondering if you would possibly be so kind as to maybe show us a little more of that beautiful body of yours? We would be more than willing to make it worth your while, sweetheart. Wouldn't we, boys?"
There was a rapid chorus of agreement among the men. They all leered at her with lust-filled eyes, which caused Ali to blush even more-especially when each of the seven quickly tossed a twenty-dollar bill on the table and indicated that it was for her.
As she stared at the money, three men who were not playing cards also walked over and tossed their twenties on the table with the rest.
Ali smiled to herself, feeling her pussy start to heat up from the excitement. These men were willing to pay her one-hundred-and-forty dollars just to look at her. But it wasn't the money which really mattered to her, or what made it so exciting.
Here were ten very prominent and wealthy businessmen who were willing to pay to ogle her body. She had control over them, and could get them to do what she wanted-which would not only satisfy her own sexual lusts, but pay her handsomely in the process.
The thought of taking on two, or more, of these men at the same time was an incredible turn-on for her. Ali could feel her knees quiver slightly, and felt the tell-tale twinge in her cunt which told her she was all ready turned on by all this.
"What did you have in mind?" Ali asked in a low, sultry voice.
"Why, just your top, sweetheart," the car dealer told her quickly. "We'll give you this money just to be served by you topless. We would just love to see those beautiful tits behind that fabric."
Ali thought about it for a moment, smiling sexily at the men who were sitting at the table and watching her with hot eyes. The thrill of doing that was exciting her tremendously; the fact they all had tossed in a twenty-dollar bill just to see her tits added to the spice of the situation.
A part of her, a shameless part, wanted to do just what the men were asking her-to strut her semi-naked body shamelessly in front of them. Well, she thought, as long as they were willing to pay for it, why not?
"Hey, men, let's have a little more encouragement for the lovely young lady." George tossed another ten on the table, then clapped his hands for the others to do the same.
The other men quickly added their tens, thinking perhaps ALI was in need of encouragement, but Ali looked at George and saw him grinning, aware she wasn't doing it for the money at all Or, at least not all of it.
"All right," Ali said. "I guess it can't hurt."
Her hands quickly moved to the buttons along the front of the outfit, then halted. "You can look, gentlemen, but no touching. Touching costs extra. Understood!"
There was a quick, enthusiastic round of agreement from all the men. They all gulped at their drinks and waited eagerly, their eyes riveted on Ali's sexy, sleek body.
Ali slowly unbuttoned the top and peeled it down to her waist, teasing the men with her slowness. She then reached behind her back and unfastened the single clasp of the lacy bra. Letting the straps dangle at her sides for a moment, before finally letting the cups fall free, she revealed her magnificent boobs to the men's hungry gazes.
There was an immediate gasp from them as they finally got a full glimpse of Ali's large, firm and luscious tits.
"God, will you look at those!" one of the men exclaimed.
"I don't think I've ever seen a more beautiful pair of tits," said another, causing Ali to blush with arousal.
She pulled the outfit down, leaving herself bared to the waist.
"Wow!" gasped the auto dealer. "I'll bet there aren't another set of tits like that in the whole fucking state. They ... they're perfect!"
Ali was a mass of quivering emotions as she stood in front of the admiring men. Her pussy was tingling wildly, and she felt a sense of pride in their comments about her breasts.
"I think I'll get you all another round of drinks now," Ali told them, hurrying into the kitchen to hide her feelings from them.
"Don't take too long!" one of the men shouted after her. "We wanna look at you a hell of a lot more than we wanna slug down another round of booze!"
Ali stood shivering in the kitchen, her firm, naked tits jiggling with each movement she made. But she was not shaking out of fear. It felt so weird, so totally strange, and completely turned-on to be walking around in front of these strange men with her tits jutting out, loose and free before her.
"Be just a minute," she called out.
Ali made the drinks and put them on a tray. Her head was spinning from excitement, and she took a gulp of her own wine. She drained all the glass before setting it down. She had never had so much to drink in her life, but she felt the need for fortification at the moment; although she wasn't sure why. She took a deep breath, let it out slowly, picked up the tray and headed back to the dining room.
"Whooeee! There's our topless waitress!" the auto dealer shouted. "Goddamn, boys, that turned out to be the best fucking investment any of us ever made!"
Ali offered the drinks to the men. Many of them echoed the sentiments of the auto dealer, and Ali began to relax a little. She discovered she was actually starting to get wet from having so many important older men ogle her semi-nude body.
She served the last drink and the men returned to their cards for a little while longer. Licking their lips, each stole glances at her where she sat on the sofa. After a while, ALI returned to the kitchen to pick up a tray of snacks she had prepared earlier.
"You know, Ali," the car dealer said when she returned from the kitchen, "the boys and I have been talking. We've been enjoying your little show so much, so far. Well, we'd like to see more of you."
The combination of lust and wine blurred Ali's mind; at first she was puzzled by his comments. Then she understood perfectly what he meant.
"More?" Ali asked in a sexy, sultry voice.
The successful businessman smiled at ALI and nodded his head. "You got some of the longest, most beautiful legs any of us have ever set eyes on, and the boys and I sure would like to see you- well, you know-in the altogether."
Ali felt a tremor of excitement rush through her. Along with her spike-heel shoes, all she really had on was a pair of black mesh hose, a black lace gaiter belt and silk panties, which barely covered her now very wet pussy and disappeared into the crack of her ass, and an ultra-short skirt.
"Oh, I don't know," Ali told them, acting shy and demure.
But her attitude let the men know she was more than willing not only to show them all she had, but willing to do other things for them as well. Only as long as they were willing to pay.
"Ali, you can't deny us now," one of the men pleaded.
Ali looked at the man and smiled, flirting. He was short and wore glasses, and looked old enough to be her grandfather. His brown eyes begged the lanky, beautiful young woman, in ways words never could. She was almost tempted to strip bare just for him, without the consideration of additional cash, but the sensible side of Ali's nature kept her from it.
"Here, look, darling!" the car dealer said, quickly deducing the reason for her hesitation. "We're not poor men. We're all willing, and more than able, to pay for what we want from you. We want you to be happy about the whole deal, and we want you to know how much we want to see you!"
With that, he tossed a fifty-dollar bill on the table, and it was quickly followed by fifties from all the men. Ali smiled sweetly at them, walking slowly to the table. She picked up the stack of fifties and placed it in her small clutch purse, adding it to the twenties she had received earlier. Then she went back to stand beside the table.
"We want Ali! We want Ali!" the men began to chant, clapping their hands in time with their cries for her.
Ali moved to respond, but before she could, a pair of hands circled her from behind. They came to rest lightly on her tits. ALI felt a sigh escape her as George Wilson's strong fingers began to caress her rapidly hardening nipples.
Another pair of hands quickly hooked themselves into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, along with her skirt and garterbelt and hose. Someone else lifted her feet one at a time, and removed the garments and her shoes.
Cool air caressed Ali's suddenly naked cunt. Hands continued to manipulate her tits, and she was filled with lust and lewd desire.
The car dealer looked at her body in awe. "Far-fucking-out!" he gasped. "Now, that's what I call a waitress!"
"That's what I call a BODY!" another man shouted.
Ali shuddered with lust. She had never felt anything so wild, so exciting as standing stark naked before a whole group of older men. They were behaving as she would expect the boys in her college classes to behave.
"Man, would you look at that!" one of the men said. Nudging his neighbor at the table, he pointed at the twin rivulets of clear pussy juice running down Ali's strong thighs. "She's hot! This chick is actually getting turned on by all this!"
Ali heard the buzz of excited whispering around the table, but couldn't really understand what the men were saying. Even in her semi-aroused state, she could see the lust in their eyes and the way they were licking their lips, hungrily.
"Gentlemen," George said softly from behind her, getting their attention immediately, "let me tell you a little something about our beautiful waitress here.
"Now, Ali loves sex. She loves to suck a cock until it feels like your nuts are going to simply explode, and she can fuck you like you've never been fucked in your life. I guarantee it."
"Yeah!" the men yelled enthusiastically. All their eyes were fixed on the squirming body of Ali, who was leaning back against George. She was letting his hands roam freely up an down her luscious body.
"However, despite that fact, there is a cost for her services. Now, I promised all of you that this would be a very special evening, and I meant it. But I also told Ali it would be, or could be, a profitable night for her as well.
"All of you have already given seventy bucks apiece to take a look at her, but if you want anything more from Ali-and I know you all do," he added with a sly grin, "then it's going to cost you another one hundred dollars each."
"And what do we get for that?" asked the auto dealer.
"Tell them what they get, Ali," George urged, gently pinching her hard nipples, sending little bolts of electricity through her.
Ali swallowed hard and focused her eyes on the men at the table, who were all waiting eagerly for her reply. "You get me," she told them in a low, throaty voice. "You get me any way you want me, as many times as you want me."
"All Right!" the auto dealer yelled, rubbing his hands together. "This is going to be fun!"
"A word of caution, gentlemen," George said. Kissing the side of Ali's neck lightly, he caused her to shiver. "No rough stuff. No whippings, no bondage, no forcing of any type. Anyone who tries forfeits his money, and will be asked to leave. Understood?"
Ali felt a rush of affection for George. Despite the fact that he was acting like a pimp, he also had enough presence of mind to look out for her and her safety.
"No problem!" the car dealer agreed. He stood up and approached Ali, his hands reaching out to fondle her big tits. Letting his palms rub her nipples, he drew a little sigh of pleasure from her.
Ali mewled helplessly under the direct, confident stares of the men, knowing before the night was over she was going to suck and fuck every man there, and probably more than once. She knew that once she got started, there would be no stopping her until she had completely drained every one of them. The thought sent a chill of excitement down her spine.
"You're a good girl, aren't you, Ali?" George asked softly.
"Yes ... yes. I'm a good girl," she answered weakly.
George laughed and ran his hands over Ali's ribcage, then down to her dripping pussy. "You mean that you're a good fuck, don't you? Isn't that what you really mean, Ali?"
Picking her up, he placed her on the table, on her ass, with her legs dangling over the edge. He scattered men and chairs out of the way.
Ali offered no resistance as George opened her legs wider, then reached between them and gently pried apart her puffed up pussy lips. He bent over and kissed Ali squarely on her cunt, shoving his long, slippery tongue deep into her saturated pussy.
"Oooohhhh!" Ali moaned, feeling the wonderful tongue spearing into her tender cunt.
George wriggled his tongue inside the young woman's snug cunt, rippling it across her clit, causing Ali to moan and hunch her ass up off the table. The furious spasms of orgasm flashed through her cunt as soon as George's tongue touched the aroused little button.
George teased the leggy woman's clit until Ali was quivering and rolling her pretty ass around on the table. Then he stopped, leaving her just a few licks from total release.
"Ohhhh, please, just a little more!" Ali begged, whimpering as she looked through glazed-eyes at George, who was standing between her lewdly splayed legs.
She was so hot! So incredibly hot! The men all stood round the table, watching and drooling over her bared, turned-on young body, which only made each rocking tremor of her excitement that much hotter and more delicious.
"Ohhh, please, George! Just a few more licks!" Ali moaned. She felt like a slut to be saying such things in front of all these strange men, but she did, not caring what she sounded like. "Please, George, please make me cum!"
George tickled Ali's clit with his tongue and she lifted her ass off the table. She moaned and wiggled her pussy helplessly in search of the final tongue-stroke which would send her rocketing over the top.
"Now," said George, stopping once more, "Ali, are you a good girl or a good fuck?"
Ali chewed on her lower lip and moaned. The hot driving pulses of her need to climax were throbbing like liquid fire all through her young body.
"Ohhh, yes! YES!" Ali finally yelled.
"Yes, what!" prompted George.
"I'm a good fuck! I'm a fantastic fuck! I'm the best fuck any of you will ever have in your Lives! And I can suck your cock until your knees buckle and you beg me to stop! Now fuck me with that hot tongue of yours and finish what you started!"
George rubbed Ali's clit gently, keeping her aroused to a fever pitch, but not quite letting her get her rocks off completely. With his free hand he reached down and unfastened his pants, pulled down his zipper and removed his big cock. Stroking the shaft a few times, he brought it to complete hardness as the rest of the men watched raptly.
"Yes, ALI," he said softly, "I'm going to fuck you all right, but not with my tongue, baby doll. No, I think I've got something you will like a hell of a lot more. It's bigger, harder and will fill your tight pussy up a hell of a lot better than my tongue will, I assure you."
Ali heard his words through her lust-fogged brain and knew what he was talking about. She also knew George would be only the first of many cocks she would be getting tonight. But she didn't care! Ali wanted his cock, any cock! And she wanted it now!