(Lori has just been auctioned off, nude. Her leased, unclothed body will be shared between the mysterious Zelda and the brash Dennis. She is about to willingly sign away her right to wear clothes, as well as her personal freedom:)
How would I continue this story if I was writing as the wicked Charlotte?
'She had done it. She had stripped herself quite nude, deliciously danced naked for her eager bidders, boldly exposing every precious part of her that made her a woman. Now her--what does she call him? Her leaseholder? No: her owner. Her owner was carrying her naked in his strong, muscular arms... taking her to officially sign away three months of her precious life to be in naked servitude to his every wicked, masculine whim.'
The only difference between the above fantasy and reality? Replace the name of the wicked girl above... I'm Lori. I'm twenty-two, above average in intelligence and allegedly way above average in looks--and I really was being carried naked into a room so that I would sign away my right to wear clothing--as well as my personal freedom--for the next three months.
I would officially become nothing but a naked 'pleasure girl' leased out through Central Pink Inc.
I have long, wavy auburn-brown hair, deep blue eyes that men describe as "dreamy," and I'm told that I am quite the long, leggy, and slender little thing, measuring in at 32B - 24 - 32.
My face was happily buried in Dennis's strong shoulder as we entered a conference room. The white room theme continued in here: the floor was alternating white and gray tiles; the conference table was gray with specks of pink and blue.
That pink and blue matched the plush office chairs. As Dennis carried me to one of the pink chairs, I was puzzled. These chairs were constructed differently; the arms just looked strangely angled and there were extensions like pedals springing out from the bottom of the seats.
"I'll sit down first and show our special angel how it's done."
I looked up, startled. I had to wipe my eyes and try to stop my silly bawling. It was the Corporation's stunningly blonde, blue-eyed receptionist--and she was completely nude.
Denise came up to me as soon as Dennis reluctantly let me down. She hugged me hard and kissed me full on the lips and my god: I just wanted to lose myself in the sweet, sexy warmth of that voluptuously naked body as her big bouncy boobs crushed against mine.
Denise was grinning constantly as she pulled her chair out for me to watch. As she leaned her bare ass back, she simultaneously lifted up and spread out her long, muscular legs. I then saw that the arms of the pink chairs were actually knee rests. Then Denise must have pressed an unseen button and the pedal-like extensions... extended. Denise put a foot atop each pedal.
"Curtis," she said playfully, "would you strap me in?"
"I would be honored."
The silver-haired auctioneer and experienced handler of nude women wrapped each of Denise's sweet feet in attached Velcro straps.
He stood back and gazed down upon her curvy, blonde, wide-open nakedness.
"As always, an exquisite sight!" Curtis leaned down and played with each of the sultry nude receptionist's surprisingly soft nipples as she grinned and wriggled. "I well recall that day I auctioned you off; I still do not remember a girl who clung to me so hard and blushed so very much."
He toyed with her between her legs, lightly stroking her long slit up and down.
"But then," Denise addressed me as Dennis was getting me all settled in my own pink display chair, "when it came to my sex act, I said I wanted to blow Curtis."
"So there I was," Curtis continued, "slacks and boxers around my knees, as this sweaty little blusher eagerly sucked me off."
Curtis stood up between her open legs, looking down at her. He took both her hands and bent down and they sweetly kissed.
"You were my father figure--then and now." Denise gushed. "You held my hand so tightly, you got me through it all."
I considered Denise's description of Curtis as her father figure.... and her desire to suck his penis. Things that make you go: 'hmmmm.'"
Dennis, meanwhile, had me all strapped in, legs spread. He leaned in and kissed me too. His hands were roaming all over my body, but especially from my sloppy hole to my bulging out lower lips, then to my pert breasts with nipples turning bright red as they went on high beam.
I glanced over at a sudden movement and saw Zelda settling into her own pink chair. That older, more full-figured all-over woman was even more stunning up close.
She remained fully dressed.
"You're not..." I started.
Zelda laughed. "I am a guest, little one. Not a pleasure girl, and not a female employee! Female guests are permitted to keep their silly clothing on--if they chose to do so!"
Curtis was smiling as he walked over to me. My Dennis graciously stepped aside for him and stood behind me, massaging my bare shoulders and constantly kissing my head.
Curtis took over playing with my bulging lips as he spoke, standing between my legs.
"How do you feel... being this way?"
"I love it!" Now I was gushing. (Better than crying!) "I just feel so... naturally nude, and so loved. I want to invite the whole world in to see what you're touching."
He laughed. "You truly are our naked angel! Your exquisite performance this morning set the tone for all of our future nude auctions." He let his fingers fall into the tight wet pinkness between my lips. Then he surprised me by suddenly poking three fingers into my still-leaky love hole.
"Women show us their legs, their shoulders, their bellies and their backs. And we're supposed to be thrilled. This--"
His fingers curled inside me, pushing up to my G-spot. I helplessly pushed my body to him.
"This is... the source of all human life, the sacred place that we foolish men spend our lives attempting to crawl back into. This is the most beautiful few square inches in our universe... this is what every woman should be constantly exposing."
"All of this pussy-love talk is fine, dear Curtis, but some of us have papers to sign!"
Curtis bowed his head to Zelda.
"I get... carried away by all of this beauty... still, after all of these years, undressing them, handling them, fingering each of their pretty holes. The looks I get: eyes wide, mouths hanging open at my boldness... I cannot get enough of that; I live for those tender looks."
He looked into my eyes as he suddenly pushed his fingers even deeper into me. I gasped and said something like "Oh! Oop!"
"Did you just say 'oh oop'?"
I nodded.
"She is fucking adorable! I envy you Dennis: three months of training this sweet thing's naked body to respond to your every whim, your most wicked desires."
"Why don't you retire?" Dennis questioned. "Lease every sweet naked girl you want--multiple girls--have some dirty fun in your old age!"
He shook his head sadly as he pulled his fingers out of me. He licked them, slowly.
"Oh no; I would fall so much in love with every single one of them, just as you've fallen so deeply for this one."
Dennis turned away.
