Lucy laughed. "Yes, that is what I mean. All right put these on."
My outfit, starting from the bottom, was a pair of black patent leather shoes with white cotton ankle socks, a purple velvety skirt that was so short it hardly covered my you know what and had the word "slut" in gold letters going up on both sides, and a cream colored top that opened in a kind of circle from my neck, leaving my breasts totally exposed. I was sure I looked like a total slut and didn't need those words on my skirt to tell that to anyone. I looked down at myself. I had to admit my tits were really cute sticking out so nicely without needing a bra for support. I was more worried about the skirt, actually. I bet I couldn't afford even the slightest swish wearing a skirt as tiny as that and no panties!
"Ok, honey, let's go," Lucy said.
I followed her out into the hallway and we went past the staircase to this small elevator which Lucy told me went directly to Mr. Alberto's "rooms".
"He's waiting for you, honey," Lucy said as we stood side by side while the elevator made this loud cranking sound that made my think we could go crashing to the ground at any second. Worrying about this made my almost forget how I looked. But Mr. Alberto reminded me as soon as the door opened and I stepped into his office. He was standing there looking straight at me.
"Mmmmm, every bit as good as I hoped," he said, checking me out in my outfit.
"Thank you. I look like a slut."
"Yes, you do. That's the idea, Elle. This is my annual "Stud and Slut Party". In order to be invited you have to be first rate in one of those categories. You have to be a ten."
"Are you saying my Mom is a ten as a slut. And my aunt."
"I am saying that. In fact, your mother is one of the most popular sluts that we have here. Your father and uncle may not be tens as studs but they are above average and they get points for having tens for their wives. And you, my dear, are definitely a ten. Now, let's be on our way. We're having the contest without delay. It's hard to keep secrets around here so I scheduled the contest for now, before the word gets out about you."
I took a deep breath and followed Mr. Alberto out the door. We entered a hallway that was much larger than the one outside my room. I was seeing the main part of the house for the first time. No one was around except for two black guys like Stanley and dressed like him in skin tight black clothes. Mr. Alberto nodded at them and then told me he had twelve guys like that working for him at the mansion. Wow, twelve!, I thought. We didn't see any guests because they were all in the auditorium, waiting for the contest to begin. Finally, we came to a door that opened onto the back of a stage. It was much smaller than the stage at our high school but it was amazing for a house with a ceiling that must have gone up at least two floors. You could hear the chatting from the audience and a few shouts now and then and the sounds had that big roomy quality like you always hear in an auditorium. The curtain was closed and it was very beautiful, made of purple velvet, like my slut skirt, and it looked brand new. Two women were standing on the stage. One was a very pretty bleached blonde, dressed in a top like mine with her tits showing only she was wearing satin pants instead of a skirt. The other woman was Lucy. She was still in her maid uniform, but just the bottom half of it. Lucy had nothing on at all from the waist up except her necklace. Lucy had beautiful medium size breasts, a little bigger than mine, a little smaller than the blonde's.
"We were supposed to have a grandmother type as one of the judges but I changed my mind. I want to give Lucy a treat, she is such a loyal worker," Mr. Alberto said. Then he introduced me to Bette, who was like twenty-seven years old and totally beautiful like I said. She smiled and kissed me on the cheek and then she put out her hand and touched both my nipples. I stepped back.
"Gosh, you have the firmest young tits. I adore your tits, sweetie."
Well, this was a cock contest not a tit contest, I thought, and I was little offended that she just went ahead and touched my breasts when she didn't even know me, but I didn't say that, I just smiled back at her and said I thought she had nice tits too, which she did. I felt like a jerk I suddenly wanted to get out of there. I had started to feel kind of sexy in my slut outfit but now I was feeling scared. I looked behind me. Two of Mr. Alberto's Jamaicans were standing by the wall, watching me. It was too late now, I knew. Then, just as I realized that Mr. Alberto had disappeared, I heard his voice. He had stepped in front of the curtain and was talking to the audience with a microphone.
"This year, studs and sluts, instead of introducing the judges and then bringing out the contestants, we have a surprise judge with us and so I am going to introduce the contestants, and we have eight of them, and then bring out the judges. As I call your names, stud contestants, please come up to the stage and make a row over to my left. All right, Edward Johnson...
Oh, boy, I thought, here we go.
