Princess Diaries (06): Bell Exposed

The hot shower felt amazing, as she knew it would. So Ariel took her time under the hot spray, probably too much time, since she walked out of the bathroom into her dark bedroom.?Guys?? she whispered. ?Who sleeps at a sleepover? Seriously.??Yeah, come to bed, Ariel,? said Bell. ?Cindy has early practice and I have work and it?s late.?Ariel let her eyes adjust to the dark until she could see who lay where. Cindy and Jasmine lay on either side of Bell, who seemed to be lying favoring Cindy?s side of the bed, leaving room for Ariel next to Jasmine. The naked redhead crawled under the covers over her friend?s naked body to get between Jasmine and Bell. She snuggling close up against Jasmine?s lush warm body. Jasmine in turn spooned Ariel, bringing an arm around to cup a full breast.?Night,? whispered Bell.Jasmine signed. Cindy said nothing, so Ariel assumed the blonde slumbered.*?I want to hear about your auction,? Ariel whispered.?Maybe later, Ariel, I?m tired.??Now, Bell. I did... what you asked.??Ariel fucked her brother,? sang Cindy. The bitch wasn?t sleeping.*?Step, brother!? Ariel retorted, but then she added herself. ?But Cindy?s right Bell, you made me fuck my brother!??Heh,? said Bell, ?admit it you loved it.??No,? lied Ariel. She had, and she?s loved watching the video of her young mother getting gangbanged while Eric deflowered her, too. ?It?s disgusting."?Ariel,? said Bell, her voice deep and calm, ?you?re a slut and we all know it. You had enough cum on you for a troop of men, so don?t lie.??Hrmph,? said Ariel. Her nipples hardened. Jasmine seemed to noticed, she rubbed the fingers of the hand cupping Ariel?s breast across her nipple, forcing the redhead to suppress if sigh.*?Come on, Bell,? said Jasmine. Ariel felt Jasmine?s right arm snake down between them to cup her sex from behind in what must have been an uncomfortable position for her. Jasmine?s hand wiggled a bit to wedge her fingers further between Ariel?s legs form behind, until she had a finger on either side of her labia and one going up the center, directly on Ariel?s clit. She giggled, ?tell us a bedtime story. Ariel need?s a slutty lullaby.??Mhhm,? Ariel mumbled, biting a lip to prevent everyone from knowing how much Jasmine?s hands were playing her. She wondered how much of the flood of liquid gushing from her pussy onto Jasmine?s fingers was her step brother?s cum.Bell grumbled.?All she wants is the gory details,? pleaded Jasmine, sweetly.?The first thing you have to know is? I am a the whore,? said Bell.?I new it,? murmured Cindy.?Stick a cock in it Cindy,? said Bell. ?What I mean is. I ?Bell?, am not a whore. Bell?s the nice, well dressed, somewhat popular high school girl who loves her three best friends and studies a bit too much. No one in their right mind would accuse a girl like Bell of being forward, much less a high class hooker.?Ariel found it odd to hear Bell talking about herself in the third person. But she didn?t comment and interrupt Bell?s story.?A girl named Alanna is the whore and I ankara travesti made her up with some help from John. That?s what this story is really about.? Bell stopped talking, either thinking or waiting for a response.?Okay,? whispered Ariel, when she realized Bell wouldn?t say more. ?Tell me about it.??Right, I?d been set up as much as Harold had. I?d agreed to be a whore for revenge on a hateful man and also to save myself, but John had set the trap for me as much as for Harold. I knew it, and I should have been furious. Looking at it pragmatically, though, I realized I had a plan to get control of my life, fucking my way to solvency.??John had his own plans, in the meantime. Starting with auctioning off my cherry??*Bell is Groomed?You really screwed me,? I said to John. He couldn?t hide a smug smile. I was still sprawled all over his desk, bare assed naked and absentmindedly rubbing my empty pussy. I wanted more. My pussy ached and cramped in need. ?The least you could do is fuck me properly.??And waste an opportunity like this?? said John. He slapped my ass again. ?Up! There?s business to do.??We just did business,? I complained. I couldn?t believe how casual I was being, given the circumstance. Or how horny.He slapped my ass again, in finality. Reluctantly I collected myself. Standing up, I became acutely aware of my nudity. Also cum dripped out onto my thighs, tickling me. I stood, exposed and sticky, while Bete wore clothes like armor. I made a bee-line for my discarded dress and underwear.?Hand those to me,? said John. Reluctantly I put the dress, bra, and panties in his big hand. They were my only protection. John pulled a bin from under the desk and dropped them in. ?You won?t need clothes for a while. And nothing that out of date will do.?Before I could protest, John punched speed dial on the desk speaker phone.*Ring, ring.*A woman answered. Nicolette I discovered. John told Nicolette he had a new ?recruit?. I was special, he said, because... hymen. The two casually discussed a schedule for auctioning me off while I listened in shock.*This is real, said a little voice in my head. Another added, should have asked for more money.?Yer auctioning me?? I interrupted. They stopped talking. He favored me with a patient smile, like I?d just gotten off the short bus. I put the best face on it I could and voice my inner thoughts, ?I should have asked for more.??We?ll make out well, Bell, you get a cut.?I had nothing to say to that. Nicolette and John were fair pimps, at least.?Tell her, Nicolette. She?s a gorgeous sixteen year old with a tight little ass and tits for days,? said John to the speaker. I blushed shyly at his praise. I noticed again, how empty my pussy felt.*?We can?t let them know you?re sixteen. Officially. But we?ll make it clear. You?re worth a bundle,? spoke the woman, then she added, ?if you can handle it.??She?s a real fuck bunny,? answered John. ?Got a bit of a jungle between the legs, though. You?ll have to fix that.?*I won?t get into travesti ankara the rest of what they talked about. John wrapped it up by agreeing to meet later. He disconnected and punched another button, calling in Curly. The bald muscular doorman appeared so promptly I jumped. With a squeak, I folded up instinctively, taking cover behind my arms and hands.?Stop that, Bell,? John said. He came around the desk and put his hand under my chin, pulling me up until my spine was straight and I almost needed to tip toe despite the heels I still wore. ?Get comfortable in your new role. You?re a prize. Anyone who sees you like this should feel privileged. And their wallet should be lighter.??It?s? bizarre,? I said. I didn?t mind being nude, or fucking John. I expected I should mind, though. I should have felt embarrassed, or shy. I?d acted that way just then in front of Curly. But it was habit, or social expectation, not any real shyness on my part. *?I guess it?s ok.??It?s your natural state,? he said. ?Think of yourself as a panther in a menagerie. Panthers aren?t awkward or shy, even when they?re on display for the crowd.??A panther has fur,? I stated.?So do you,? John said, pointedly looking down below my bellybutton. My curly pubes! I blushed, at that more than anything.*His jibe set me at ease. Harold usually threatened or forced me to do to what he wanted. John charmed and reasoned to convince. Harold always felt more like a boss than a father to me. I?d just learned how accurate that feeling was. Harold wasn?t a father, not mine, anyway. In many respects, I?d been his employee, doing drudge work and playing daughter unwittingly. I had a new, better boss in John. I didn?t need to fear him. A great weight lifted off my shoulders. I exhaled pent up tension.*?Okay,? I said.?Great,? John smiled. ?I think of it as a customer facing job without clothes.?*He stepped back to address Curly. Now both men had full view of me. I concentrated on breathing: inhale then exhale, once more, and again.*?Curly, meet Bell. She?s agreed to work for us until she goes off to college.? Judging by his nonchalance, Curly didn?t seem to think it odd to find a nude freshly sodomized highschool girl in his boss?s office. ?She?s coltish as you saw just now. She?s on the outs with her family, too. So she?ll be staying with us for now. Show her the guest room. While you?re at it, give her a tour of the house and introduce the staff. Inform them her services are available on breaks if she?s not otherwise occupied. Her pussy is strictly off limits, but anything else goes.?Wrapping my head around being ?available? for anyone?s sexual whim took effort. The implications of agreeing to ?do whatever John asked? had been abstract until that moment. I would be the staff?s fuck toy. This was all moving so fast. I wondered how many staff there were.When I didn?t protest. He added, ?Make sure she joins me for dinner.? *?Um. I have school Monday. I don?t have a car, my homework, or clothes,? I said, trying ankara travestiler to stall while I got my feet back under me.*?We?ll take care of it, as well as the title change, an auction, and all the rest. Let me manage the logistics, you work on being a good whore,? he said, somehow without any note of condensation. ?Now if you?ll excuse me...??Wait, wait,? I said, finally able to push back. ?I need that house in my name before I fuck anyone else. That was the deal!?*?Bell, it?s going to take a miracle to get the title switched in time for the auction, but I?ll get it done. In the meantime you need a lot of preparation and training. That?s one reason you?re nude right now, to get used to being naked but not vulnerable in front of strangers. We have an auction Friday after next, do you really want to go into a stranger?s bed all bushy and skittish???But, if I?m working here???You?re in training. I thought I made that clear.?I?d angered him. John?s anger didn?t promise violence like Harold?s did, so I almost didn?t recognise it. Harold usually communicated anger with a slap or shout.*I nodded agreement.?What?s the other reason?? I asked. When it was clear he didn?t understand the question, I added, ?that I?m not wearing clothes? what?s the oth-??Because I like it,? he said. With a wink, John went back through the bookshelf door, closing it behind him. Curly waved an arm toward the door.?Naked ladies first, I guess,? I said. I swallowed down my fear and walked out into the vestibule. A shiver ran down my back. This was real, even if it felt surreal. Without having to ask, John showed me to the bathroom just down the hall so I could clean up.?Thank you,? I said when I got out, feeling clean, if still exposed. I couldn?t imaging walking around with cum dripping down my legs.?We?ll start with the grounds,? said Curly, heading for the front door.Shit, I thought. Even in the dark, someone might still see me.The cold ocean breeze robbed me of my breath. I could feel my skin tighten and my nipples harden from the misty cold air. Curly removed his jacket and put it over my shoulders.?Thanks,? I said. As I hunched up and closed it around me, I noticed Curly wore two shoulder holsters with pistols. ?Nice guns.?With a clownish grin, Curly flexed his arms showing off his massive biceps. I snorted at his wordless pun. I wanted to hug him, for being so considerate.The three story, twenty-three room mission style ?house? sat on a long rectangular acre, nestled between two taller houses overlooking a steep sea side cliff. It had two pools, a pool house, a gym, a library, a theater, and a small greenhouse.After touring the gardens and pool house overlooking the stairs down the titular sea cliff, we reentered the house via the attached greenhouse. Curly put his jacket back on after I handed it to him. I could see he liked having his pistols concealed. I couldn?t help feel the same way about my breasts, even in the steamy room.Mitch, the part time gardener, was a weather worn white haired Japanese looking man with an incongruous British accent. He seemed more than a bit uncomfortable seeing me nude and made a point to mention his wife conversationally to Curly, politely letting me know he wouldn?t want me services.*I?d always been so shy and reserved.