Authors note: This is a sequel to Mr. Miller's Christmas story. You may want to read that one first.

Mr. Miller's 4th of July Party

By

Deputy Duffy

Time moved slowly between Christmas and the 4th of July. Not a day went by that I didn't think about the events that occurred at Mr. Miller's Christmas party. It didn't help that I'd frequently run into people I saw at the party, but couldn't say anything because they didn't know I was even there. No one did, aside from the Millers and the other Santas, that is. I saw Mr. Miller's car at our gas station a couple of days before the 4th. He rolled down the window, and I raced over. He didn't say anything...just gave me a wink. His driver, though, gave me an invitation. I was really psyched, happy that I'd proved myself worthy.

The 4th turned out to be a bright sunny day. Not too hot, but hot enough for a bikini for the women's bodies and the men's eyes. Mr. Miller must have had one rule: a red bikini. It had to be more than a coincidence that all the women wore them, while the guys were dressed in an assortment of swimwear.

Debbie was there, hanging out with Mary. They were both looking good. My face flushed when I saw the blonde that I'd had so much fun with saunter by. I gave her a smile. (I was right, she didn't even acknowledge my existence.) I kept waiting for a chance to talk with all of them, but really, what was I going to say? I guess I chickened out and just enjoyed the beer, the bods, and the bands.

After what happened at the Christmas party I was expecting some wild stuff. But there was nothing really, other than a simple wet-tee-shirt contest. I did hear that there were a couple of hot chicks giving blowjobs in the upper bathroom for a hundred bucks a pop. Of all days to leave my money at home. (Ahem!)

Even though it was a bit of a let-down, I did have a great time and couldn't wait for the next Miller party. Unfortunately that never happened. The newspaper reported that the FBI and the IRS were after him, and they had already seized all of his property. I followed the story as the weeks went by, but they never caught up to him.

(The locals liked to joke that maybe he's hanging out with Whitey Bulger.)

As the months turned into years, I never really stopped wondering what happened to the girls before and after the Christmas party. I finally ran into Debbie one night at a birthday party and got up enough nerve to flat out ask her about the Christmas party. She wasn't really talking, although she did remember seeing me at the 4th party. Later in the night, fuelled by alcohol, I told her I was one of the Santas. Then, having got her attention. I whispered into her ear, "You were great that night."

She flashed me a dirty look, and then she laughed. I was a little confused. She finally said that she knew it wasn't me because her Santa was a lot shorter than I was. She pulled me close and gave me a quick feel and said rather archly that even for a short guy he had a bigger dick then I did. Then (as if I needed more), she threatened to kill me if I told anyone.

And that was that.

But it didn't end my search. If anything, it was now becoming an obsession, even though I knew how pathetic that was. I should have moved on, but it had its hooks into me.

But, finally, about a decade after the party, I would get my answers.

It began with a stroke of luck that came in the form of a tall blonde named Candy. Candy used to live next to me growing up (when she was known as Candice), and we were always good friends. She was also Debbie's best friend back then.

After years of traveling abroad, she moved back into town, and we picked right back up with our friendship, which finally turned into a sexual one, one lonely rainy night. It didn't last too long, however, as we weren't a good match. We were both dominant, both in bed and out, so it just didn't work.

Truth be told, the main reason it didn't work is that Candy likes to humiliate -- sexually humiliate, both men and women. I found this out for the first time when she used to be a cheerleader back in high school, but got thrown off the squad for hazing. God, if you could hear some of her drunken stories about what she used to make those poor girls do.... (But I'm sworn to secrecy.)

I got a taste for myself one night when she announced that she wanted to ride me naked like a stallion (not that way), complete with a horse's bit in my mouth, and a horsehair dildo up my butt, while she beat me with a riding crop. Of course, I laughed it off, but then she emptied this bag onto the bed, and there was her equipment, just like she said. I looked at her in disbelief. She was serious. I can take a lot, but this was too much just to get laid. The relationship cooled with my refusal, but we managed to stay friends.

One night after way too many beers I even told her the Christmas story. She called me the next day and wanted to hear it again. She even came over for a third telling.

It seem to light a flame in her. I think the biggest reason was that Debbie was involved. She also didn't seem to know anything about Mr. Miller or his parties and was a little pissed that she hadn't been invited.

Candy went on and on about Mary. It seemed like they were still friends but she felt that Debbie had turned into a snob over the years. Debbie was now married-with-children to this old rich lawyer worth millions, living the glamorous life -- facts which Candy said Debbie was all too happy to point out. Candy moved to Vegas shortly after that (she never stayed in one place for too long), and I thought I lost my last chance at ever finding out what had happened.

Then about a year later I got a UPS package. It arrived a couple of days after my 31st birthday. Inside was an audio cassette tape and a handwritten note.

It simply read:

Happy birthday, Steven.

Listen, do with it what you want and get on with your life.

Whips and chains, Candy.

I chuckled and picked up the tape cassette. I was a little perplexed. I mean, who has a tape player nowadays. I took it to the local Radio Shack, and the geeky sales guy hooked me up with a cheap player and some headphones. I couldn't even wait to get home; I plunked in the batteries and listened to it right there in the parking lot.

When the tape started, I was a little slow on the up-take, but it soon came to me that it was a taped phone conversation between Candy and Debbie. It started with some small talk about Debbie's perfect kids and her husband's big cases. I yawned, but came to attention when Candy asked, "Debbie, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Candy. What's on your mind? Your voice sounds funny tonight."

"Really, yeah, been fighting a bug that's all. Anyways, how was the wedding, Debbie?"

"Fine. It was for business, had to make an appearance. Everybody got sloshed. Just put hubby to bed. You know, men."

"Sounds like you had a few yourself."

"Yeah, but just wine. Someone had to drive home."

"Yeah, I'm having a drink myself. You?"

"Shhh...a little gin and tonic. Don't have to drive now, just sitting next to the fireplace."

"I won't tell. Hey, Debbie, I was at the Mirage the other day, and I got a panic attack. I swear there was this guy in there playing craps, who looked just like Mr. Miller."

(Candy was lying here, I could tell it in her voice. She wasn't a real good liar, so I wondered where she was going with this.)

"Mr. Who?"

"You know...Mr. Miller. I never knew his first name."

(Silence.)

"Hello, Debbie. You know who I'm taking about; it wasn't that long ago."

(More Silence.)

"You see Debbie, I know you went to his parties."

"W-what?" (Debbie mumbled.) "How?"

(Candy giggled a bit.) "You remember I dated Steven for a while. He told me he saw you there at one of the famous 4th of July parties. I think it was the last one."

"Who, Steven?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, that asshole." (Ouch. I thought we were still friends.)

"I see you know him."

"God, you don't still see him?" (What, do I have the plague or something?)

"Ah, no, I don't see him. I live in Vegas now. He's still in Vermont."

"Yeah, that's probably where he'll die, too. I can't believe you slept with him?"

"Yeah, me either." (Now that sounded way too convincing.) "But don't try and change the subject. I was talking about Mr. Miller's parties."

"What? It was a 4th of July party. You know: fireworks, beer, hotdogs, music, and that's all."

"That's all, eh?" (Candy prodded.)

"Y-yeah, What?"

"Debbie, do you remember that I'm a year older than you are?"

"Of course, so?"

"So I turned 21 first, like one year before...."

"I know, so?"

"So, I'm trying to say that a year before you went...."

"Oh my god, you went too."

"Bingo." (And the hook had been planted.)

"I-I, Ah, never knew that, but why now?"

"I was always too embarrassed, and, like I said, I just ran into a...."

"I know, a guy who looked like Mr. Miller, but it wasn't...?"

"No, just looked like him, but a flood of crazy memories rushed back."

"I've tried to forget."

"It was pretty crazy, eh?"

"Yeah, blame it on our youth."

"What was crazy was I actually had a good time at his 4th of July party."

"Yeah, I guess I did too, but I was on pins and needles all day."

"Yeah, like waiting for something weird to happen...."

"Yeah, I know what you mean, Candy."

"Something weird...like say...at his Christmas parties."

"Emmm."

"Yeah, every time I see a guy in a Santa suit."

"You, too?" Debbie gushed.

"Yeah, I can't even go to the mall around Christmas time."

"Yeah, but you don't have kids...that's when it will get really hard."

"Right, of course." (Candy moaned, before she added.) "How many?"

"What?"

"Santas. How many did you get?"

"Look, I don't want to talk about this."

"C'mon, I was right there, the year before, so I know, I know. Jesus, I had to take on two Santas." (Maybe Candy is a little better liar than I thought.) "Maybe if we talk about it we can finally put it behind us. I mean, no one I know has been willing to talk. It might help me as much as it helps you. Think of this as therapy." (Yeah, really good.)

"I don't know."

"Well, we should start from the beginning, like I was surprised to find out that you were involved."

"I know. I wasn't as out-going as you."

"Emmm-hum." (I swear I heard Candy biting her tongue.)

"But Mary and me had become good friends after high school, and she just broke up with that lacrosse guy, so she talked me into going. Silly us. We thought we could just pop on by, and they'd let us in."

"Did you know anything?"

"No, I had heard about his parties of course but didn't REALLY know about them."

"Did Mr. Miller give you that 'you got to prove yourself' line?"

"Oh, yeah, but only after."

"After?"

"Well, first we made fools of ourselves by showing up at his 4th party uninvited. The guards just laughed us away. We even tried to talk some of the guys into getting us in, but it seemed if you didn't have an invitation you didn't get in. We really felt like a couple of losers."

(Candy giggled.)

"And after that I didn't think about it much until I got home for Christmas break. (Debbie went to some fancy university in Europe.) Mary called me the first day I was back, excited that she ran into Mr. Miller, and begged and finally got an invitation for us to a gathering at his place. Can you believe she called THAT a gathering?"

"What, his Christmas party?"

"No, it was like a week before the Christmas party...didn't you have to go through that too?"

"I...ah...no."

"Really, then how did you get invited; you were a local, too?"

"I...ah...."

"Never mind, I think I get it. You were always good on your knees."

"WHAT!" (I held my breath. Candy seemed to be on the brink of blowing it -- as it were.)

"Just teasing, but don't feel bad, I'm not too proud of my actions that day either. I should have let Mary go it alone, but she was my friend."

"Yeah, you didn't want to turn your back on a friend, and you're telling me you didn't really want to go either."

"Ummm, not that bad."

"So what happened?"

"It was a cattle call. Basically a bunch of locals for the Millers to play with."

(I wonder why I never thought of it that way.)

"And?"

"And...nothing."

"C'mon, you have to tell me now."

"Really, I have too?"

"Yeah, I promise I won't tell anyone."

(After a lengthy pause.) "You better not."

"I won't, I swear." (Does this tape qualify as "telling" me?)

"Well, I don't know why I'm telling you this, but that night (I think it was a Saturday night), Mary and I found ourselves in Mr. Miller's bar area. It was real nice. There were a couple of girls there along with Mr. Miller and his son...Derek, I think his name was. And I remember a couple of large men roaming around."

"His name was Derek. Now talk about assholes."

"Yeah, but it was the first time I met him or Mr. Miller, so I had no idea. I was a worldly 21. I should have been smarter then these girls. Anyways, more and more women started showing up. I knew a couple of them from around town but none too well."

"How many?"

"Don't know really, maybe twenty or so. The bar area was pretty full. We were just sitting around drinking. The wine was flowing pretty good. Must have been why you had to be 21, although no one checked IDs. I figure the boozing was planned, now that I think about it."

"So what happened?"

"Well, after a while, Mr. Miller went behind the bar and called everyone around. He started yapping, making this speech, nothing memorable, until he said that he knew that we all wanted to go to his parties, but he only had a need for ten of us. And then he dropped the 'so first you're going to have to prove yourselves' line. I should have grabbed Mary by the hair and dragged her out of there."

"But you didn't."

"Obviously, but that was only the start. Then he starts to tell us about the Christmas party. He made it sound so innocent. But I remember the room being dead quiet as he spoke."

"What'd he say?"

"I don't remember his exact words -- I was too flustered -- but I knew he wanted us to play in some sort of sex game, for a chance to win ten thousand dollars. He even had a brief case full of money, which he opened up and passed around."

"That's a lot of money."

"Yeah, especially all in tens and twenties. But I was insulted, I mean, how dare he...."

"That's what you say now, but back then you were just another college girl."

"I was never 'just another college girl,' though I guess it would have come in handy. But I'm no whore."

"Uh, huh."

"None of us were, but maybe you're right, the chance to win a lot of money may have played a small part. But, still, I had no idea what I was getting into when I agreed to participate. Funny, there were a lot of nervous faces, and yet no one said 'no.' It's like each of us was afraid to be the first to say it. He let it be known after we all said yes that no one could change their mind now. When he said that, I started to really get nervous. It was like his whole persona changed."

"How?"

"Well, up to this point he'd been friendly and smiling. Now he glared and a smirked, and then he even turned a little slimy."

"Slimy?"

"Yeah, he said he had some questions for us and he went to the end of the bar and asked this blonde her name, but that was just for starters. Then he asked her if she liked sex, how many guys she'd slept with, how many men she'd sucked, and even if she took it up the butt. Only, he was a little more lewd about it. He went around and asked us all. It was so embarrassing, because when it was your turn you had to say your answers so everyone could hear."

"Did you lie?"

"I had nothing to lie about. I'd been with a couple of guys in high school and a couple in college, nothing kinky. But I didn't want to broadcast it. Then he let it be known that if a guy picked us, we'd have to do 'anything' he wanted. Well, that did it for me; I wasn't going to be someone's plaything."

"But you stayed?"

"Yeah, I figured I'd stick out the night and then talk Mary into never ever going back."

"What else happened that night?"

"Nothing much."

"C'mon.... Something happened."

"God, I can't tell yah this part."

"Did-did you have to see the doctor?"

"What? Wait, how did you know?"

"I knew it! I mean, I did, too. It was so embarrassing."

"Yeah, it always is, but the way Mr. Miller did it...Jesus."

"But at least the doctor was pretty."

"Pretty! Pretty! Yeah, pretty ugly."

"You didn't think she was pretty?"

"SHE! You got a she. No, we got this old gray-haired man, really homely looking and creepy. But first we had to see this heavy nurse in the bathroom for a blood test. I think it was for HIV. We had to fill out a form, and she wrote a number on the back of our hand. I hadn't had a lot of blood tests, but she didn't seem concerned about the wine we were drinking. It didn't matter; I wasn't planning on coming back for the results, anyways."

"Then you saw the doctor?"

"Eventually. After all of us had our blood tests we were kind of spread out around the room. Mary and I were hanging out by this pinball game, but still it was pretty quiet. Mr. Miller introduced us to the doctor and another guy, who I think was his other son. He was holding a video camera. This drew some protest, but they said it was for the doctor's safety, because he was a real doctor...some BS about malpractice. He also reminded us to be on our best behavior because they were only going to invite ten of us to the party. That was funny, 'cause I'm not sure any of us wanted to go anymore. Mr. Miller turned it over to the doctor."

"What he say?"

"Well, first he explained that he was going to screen us all for STDs and check our overall health and fitness, but first...."

(After a lengthy pause Candy asked,) "First what?"

"He said, first we should.... "

"Strip?" (Cool.)

"Yeah, that's what he said, but not as lewdly as Derek, who was marching around the room, saying it over and over. We were stunned. No one was moving."

"What you do?"

"I looked a Mary and asked her if she wanted to leave. She nodded, and we turned

to leave, and that's when we saw...them."

"Them?"

"Yeah, there were a couple of brawny looking thugs wearing sunglasses, their arms crossed, standing in the doorway. We looked for another door, but that was the only way out."

"Wow, you were trapped."

"Yeah, and about that time Mr. Miller came over and asked us why we weren't undressing. He wasn't really wise about it, simply asking us if we ever had an exam with our clothes on, before teasing us about being shy. He said something about helping and then he reached over and started un-buttoning Mary's blouse. She batted his hands away and said she could do it. Then he stepped back as she undressed. He flashed me a stern look, and this got me going. He didn't leave until all of our clothes were piled onto the pinball game."

"All of them?"

"Yep, everything but our shoes. We tried to stop at our underwear but he wanted all of it off. Around the room there were naked women in all directions. I've never seen so many naked breasts in my entire life. Oh, god, and then...."

"What?"

"That Derek guy came over with a red marker. He drew the same number that was on the back of my hand onto -- onto my ass-cheek, like a side of beef."

"Golly. What number were you?"

"Does it really matter...? I was a seven, alright, a fucking seven."

"Geez, lucky number seven."

"Wicked. Well, the doctor went in order, and, all too soon, he was over to me. He worked quickly, since he had a lot of flesh to get to. He had a stethoscope, and he used that first before doing a quick breast exam, which surprised me, because I hadn't been watching the others go. Then he had me move over to the pool table and lie back and spread my legs. I thought I might die. I mean, right there in the room full of people, I'm spread out like a porn chick on the pool table while this ugly guy spreads my pussy open in all directions. He even stuck his finger inside of me and swished it around. He never even tried to put me at ease. No chit-chat; I just did what he wanted.... And the worst part of it all...."

"The camera?"

"Yeah, that guy with the camera, peering over his shoulder, getting it all on film. Finally, I had to lean over the pool table and look back and say my name and number into the camera. The tape of my so-called exam still haunts me to this very day. God, if my husband ever found out. Did they tape your exam, too?"

"Me? Ah...no."

"Figures."

"Right.... Then what?"

"Well, after Mary went through the same embarrassment, we got dressed and got the fuck out of there. Oh, Mr. Miller told us before we left that he'd be in contact to let us know what ten were picked. I couldn't believe it. He actually thought some of us would still want to come back to his place after what we'd just been through. Ten grand be damned, I wasn't coming back."

"But you did."

"Obviously, but I, ah, not when I left. I wasn't planning on ever returning, and neither was Mary."

"Do tell."

"Well, after we left we didn't really talk about what happened. I think all week went by before she called me and suggested we go out dancing to blow off some steam. I think it was also her theory that we must not have been picked because we hadn't heard from Mr. Miller. So, with relief, we dressed for a night of dancing."

"You never made it there, did yah?"

"No, when we were walking out to her car, a large black limo pulled up and this huge guy gets out and opens the back door. He never even said anything. We peeked in and saw Mr. Miller. The big goon pushes us in before the car pulls off. The first thing he does is introduce us to this beautiful blonde dressed in a shimmering red dress. She was made-up, heavily -- and chewing gum, feverishly. I didn't catch her name, but can you say bimbo?"

"Just the four of you in back?"

"Yeah, but the glass was down so his 'beef' wasn't far away. They never were."

"He picked you two?"

"Yeah, that was the next thing he said, and then he told us when and what time. Mary tried to explain that we weren't interested. She was nervous, so I tried to help, but Mr. Miller wasn't happy. He pointed out that we already said we were in, and it was too late. Like I said, he wasn't happy. Actually, he said he was insulted."

"Then what happened?"

"Gee, why so excited?"

"Sorry, it just sounds so...."

"It was nerve racking, is what it was. We knew we were out of our league with this guy and his whole crew. And then he tells us that we will both be at his house, and we'd better be on time. I tried once again to politely explain, but he shook his head and leaned forward and flipped on this small TV. When it started up it was a little out of focus, but then it cleared up."

"Oh, my, it was the tape his son took."

"Yeah, you're paying attention. He made us watch. First the doctor with me and then with Mary. It was the first time I saw Mary's exam because I didn't want to watch it when it happened. I couldn't believe the doctor had had Mary climb on her back onto the pinball machine like that. She even had had to lift her legs high into the air. It was so not right. Of course, the camera zoomed right in between her legs as the doctor probed her with his fingers. It was tough to watch. The other thing I couldn't believe was that Mary had shaved her pussy completely, so you could see everything."

"So he blackmailed you?"

"I guess. I mean, he never made a specific threat, but it was enough that we both agreed to participate when he asked us again."

"Then he dropped you off?"

"Ah...yeah."

"Wait, Debbie, what else happened?"

"Nothing."

"Don't lie, I can hear it in your voice, silly girl."

"Jesus, I know you're enjoying this, but please."

"Maybe a little."

"I shouldn't tell you this but -- what the hell, I've told you this much. Before he dropped us off he had a little fun with us."

"He had sex with both of you?"

"No, a different fun."

"Huh?"

"Well, like I said he wasn't happy.... Think punishment."

"Oh, oh..., OH! He spanked you?"

"Ah-hah. Well, Mr. Miller spanked me, and the blonde did Mary. It was also the blonde's idea that it be a bare bottom one. That bitch. But that's all I'm saying about that. Before he dropped us off he handed us invitations and told us to not worry about what to wear because he'd have something for us but he said we should do up our hair and makeup. I think he said look 'hot.' Then he...."

"Then he...?"

"The last thing he said as we got back to Mary's car was that he wanted us both shaved...ah, down there."

"Like Mary."

"Yeah, but I knew he meant me. If it couldn't get any worse."

"So how did that go?"

"Just one more humiliating step. Later that night, Mary showed me how she did it, and then I tried it. It was so weird. I mean, I'm sitting on the edge of the counter shaving myself in front of my girlfriend. Although, Mary had to help around my, you know...."

"Asshole."

"Easy for you to say."

"So you were shaved clean?"

"Yeah, for the first and only time. So, anyways, after a sleepless night in which we changed our minds a million times, we finally decided it'd be best if we went. There were just too many unknowns to not go."

"He was pretty scary."

"Yeah, but I wonder if it was all an act. Anyways, Mary drove us over. The drive was eerily quiet. I think Mary knew I was more than a little mad at her. I mean, this was her stupid idea in the first place, and yet, I knew she had had no idea that any of this was going to happen. In fact, I don't think any of us did. Only now am I guessing that that was Mr. Miller's master plan. Think about it. With his money why not just pay ten whores? They're not too hard to find."

"Just stick to the story."

"Right. When we got there, all the girls together, it's easy to see that he picked the ten of us who looked the best...well, naked. Mr. Miller, dressed in a black tux, finally sauntered in. He was back to his chipper personality. He tried to put us at ease. Then he broke out that case with the money and started explaining the rules. He made it sound so simple. I looked over at Mary and wanted to strangle her. I mean, up to this point, I just thought I might have to have sex with some guy. But now I knew it was all luck of the draw. Could be one guy, two, three, maybe more. When he paused, a bunch of us tried to ask questions simultaneously, but he just glared at us, and then he went right on with what he was saying...and it just got worse and worse."

"What he say?"

"He explained that he was only giving them one hour, so we all needed to be prepped for sex, since he had a feeling the guys were going to skip the foreplay. He made it sound logical, but I kind of felt it was just an excuse to play some more of his power games with us. His sons walked into the room with a couple of hulks shadowing them. At least they didn't have cameras. They gave each of us a brown shopping bag and a marker, and we had to spread out. We all had to write our names and our numbers from last time on the bags. Then we had to open them and place them at our feet. When we were all ready, they collected the markers. My heart was pounding. I had a bad feeling."

"Why the bag?"

"A little slow, girl. Mr. Miller cleared his throat and said that frigging 'S'

word."

"S-word...? Wait.... 'Strip'?"

"Yeah, I REALLY hate that word. Why couldn't he just say undress or disrobe?"

"Because you weren't...you were stripping. Stripping for their viewing pleasure."

"Yeah, well, as it turned out, but he could have at least said 'please.' This time no one tried stopping at underwear. It was like we all knew he meant to the skin. They even wanted our shoes this time. His sons came around and collected the bags. Funny, when they took them away, I really felt naked -- buck naked. I had to look around the room at the nine other naked women just for comfort. It was brief because Mr. Miller said something about oral sex."

"Really, wow, who did you have to blow?"

"You're such a pig. Although, that's what I thought, too. But in walked that blonde bimbo again followed by a red haired mini-bimbo, both wearing slinky red dresses. Mr. Miller handed them both something while he was telling us to form two lines. I snuck in behind Mary, but watched as the blonde stuck these 'things' on a couple of barstools."

"Things?"

"Yeah, I don't know what they're called. They were made of rubber and were shaped to look like penises."

(Candy laughed.)

"Well, I'd never seen one before. They must have had suction cups because they stood up on the stools with no problem. One by one, we had to move up and take them things into our mouths. It was so disgusting. They didn't even wipe them off in-between girls. The guys were standing behind the bar, and they seem to enjoy watching us. But at least watching is all they did."

"What were the girls doing?"

"Oh, thanks for reminding me, like I'd forget one perverted detail."

"Just wondering."

"Ok, well, they each stood by a chair. I got the blonde bimbo. The first time by she made suggestions. She even grabbed my head and moved it up and down until I gagged."

"It takes practice."

"Whatever, like I really wanted to know how to suck cock -- no, thank you. That's why I got married. Then we even had to go again. This time she boldly fondled our breasts, as we sucked, and then the next time she, well, she fingered us, as we sucked. I'm glad I didn't go first, or I think I would have slapped the bitch."

"The guys must have really liked that part."

"They did. One of his sons even suggested we go again, but there was a knock on the door, and that heavy nurse from last time was back with a younger gal."

"Why?"

"That's what I was thinking, but I'd come this far to know it wasn't good. Mr. Miller smiled like the devil and announced that there was one more part of our anatomy to be prepped. I didn't even know what he meant, but a couple of girls whimpered. I dumbly followed my line into a bathroom along with the heavy nurse while the other line went with the younger gal. I still didn't know what was going on, but at least the guys were gone for now."

"You, ah, she was there to give you an enema, wasn't she?"

(There was a long silence before Debbie continued.)

"I almost forgot that you went, too. I didn't even really know what that meant. I mean I'd heard of it, but never.... There were so many really rotten parts to it. Like, we have to get them in front of each other, and then, when we had to go, you know, and then we had to get another one to rinse out and go again, and then we had to wash our lower bodies in the tub with a handheld thingie. And then, as if to cap off our humiliation, the nurse shows us this tube of lubrication, and then she had all five of us line up and bend over, hands on knees. One by one she went down the line and put her finger...I mean, lubed us all.... Both openings. I cursed her and myself. I still wonder why we let her do this to us. She was just a nurse. I mean, no one even argued."

"Wow, that does sound brutal."

"It was, there were a few tears shed, but I didn't, until it hit me."

"Huh?"

"Well, it hit me that I'd just been prepped for not only regular sex, but that other dirty kind as well."

"It's called anal. I don't even have to ask, do I?"

"NO, NEVER!"

"At least until that day."

"Glad you're enjoying yourself."

"C'mon, I'm just trying to help. Now, what happened next?"

"What, are you writing a book?"

"Let's not start again."

"Ok, but you better never ask me this stuff again. God, it has to be the booze."

"I won't. Now quit stalling."

"Ok, so let's see. Oh, the two women brought in our outfits -- or maybe I should say 'slutty Christmas costumes.' It wasn't much, but I was glad to have something on and was a little surprised that it included white panties. It felt funny putting them on with the lubrication and all. After we dressed, the blonde opened this closet, and it was loaded with red boots. We had to try them on by trial and error until we got a pair that fit. The other girl came around with these silly stocking caps. Finally the bimbos came around and applied more makeup and sprayed us with some cheap perfume. I didn't really know, but I figure we all now looked and smelled like cheap whores. Well, cheap whores going skiing."

"Skiing?"

"Yeah, the red stocking hats."

"Oh, I get it." (Candy laughed.)

"Yeah, laugh, but then we had to wear all this down a runway like a bunch of airhead models or something. The darkened crowd seemed to enjoy it. I'd almost forgotten about the party part of the evening, for obvious reasons. Just when I didn't think it could any worse...."

"What happened, Debbie?"

"I can't, I just can't."

"No, you can, because I kind of know what's coming."

"Jesus, they did that to you too?"

"Yeah, it caught me by surprise."

"Wait, it just hit me. If you went through all this the year before, why didn't you tell me. You could have saved me."

"Me, well, I, ah, wait, if I remember right, you hardly talked to me after high school." (Nice save.)

"Oh, do we have to go over that?"

"No, no, it's in the past. I'm happy that we've patched it up." (I have my doubts about that, and I think Debbie did too, because she started right up again.)

"Ok, We got back to our room and Mr. Miller came in with his crew. He said we looked good out there, but there was something missing. He pulled Mary over and put this red thing in her mouth and tied it around her head. She was whimpering. And then the bastard started to tie her arms. I tried to help her out, but one of his goons grabbed me. His sons joined in, and they tossed her around pretty good. Her top even got ripped in the process. She's busty, so they had their fun, groping. After watching what happened to her, most of us were pretty scared."

"What...?"

"I know, what next. Mr. Miller left, but the rest of them helped us form this circle and kneel down. Then we had to press our chests down to the floor and fold our hands behind our backs so our heads were almost touching. They came around and tied our arms and gagged us. I didn't get why they had to do this. It wasn't like anyone was fighting them."

"It was just a final reminder of who was in charge."

"Maybe, or maybe it was so we wouldn't complain anymore. I knew I would have for

the next part."

"Yeah, it might have been that, too."

"It was the worst yet. The blonde bimbo came around the circle lifting up all of our skirts, and the other girl came around and cut off our panties with scissors. I closed my eyes, I didn't want to see anymore. I figured there was a reason for this, and yet, when I felt a hand on my naked backside, I had to look back. It was that blonde again wearing a sly smile and holding a small object in her hand. I felt something cool on my asshole and then.... Well, you can imagine what that object was and where she put it. If felt so strange, but didn't hurt as much as I'd been led to believe. She left it in me and moved on to the next girl, and around the circle they went. There was a bunch of people walking around that circle, some stopping to move the object in and out, some just gawking. That's when I finally saw him."

"Who?"

"It was that guy again with the video camera. Just another reason why they gagged us and tied us up. No way I'd let that happen, but it did. It seemed like forever before the thing was removed, and Mr. Miller came back in, and we were led back to the stage. No one wanted to walk back out onto that stage, dressed as we were, but they had a solution.

"Solution?"

"Yeah, they had these collars waiting and each one had a chain, like we were puppies on a leash. One by one, down the stage and back. Because my skirt was so tight I could feel the lubrication and its slimy effect with every step. I swear it was oozing out of me and down my thighs. Finally, we were led upstairs into these rooms. I got a small bathroom. I remember thinking I'd seen way too much of his bathrooms. Jesus, Candy, how many bathrooms did his place have."

"I don't know...a bunch."

"No shit. So I'm left to just sit on the potty and pray."

"Pray?"

"Yeah, pray that no one would walk through that door. Because what Mr. Miller said about us doing 'anything' was ringing in my head now."

"Oh, I thought you were praying for the ten grand."

"Hardly. Because of all that happened earlier, I had forgotten all about that. I still wonder if anyone even got that or if that was just a ruse."

"Maybe." (Candy giggled.) "So...how many guys?"

"Just one. The door opened, and there he was."

"Santa."

"Yeah, of all things. I just shook my head. How fucked...."

"Yep, you were about to be."

"Funny, Candy. He just sat there, looking at me like a Christmas goose just out of the oven. And then this horn goes off and scares the shit out of me...."

"No, the enema took care of that."

"You're so gross.... He rushes over and, well, had a good time with me. End of story. Goodnight."

"Not so fast. What he do? I mean, you were in a bathroom."

"Yeah, but that didn't stop him. Ok, let's get this over with. He stripped me naked, and then he was all over me. He found a groove and did that position for a while and then went on to something else. It was sex. Just sex, you know what that is."

"Right, don't give me that."

"Ok, it was dirty sex. He went in both places, but thankfully he never took my gag off. When he started really pounding me, it was the only time I was glad for the head start, because it hurt a little, but I know it could have been worse. He came a couple of times and washed me off in the shower. After that I found Mary, who'd had a similar experience, and we got the hell out of there."

"You sound like you didn't like it."

"Just because YOU liked it.... Yeah, all tied up, while some stranger does you. Wait, you said TWO guys, so you probably LOVED it."

"Not really, but if it happened now.... I'm older, and maybe I would."

"Huh?"

"Think about it Debbie, has anything like that ever happened to you again?"

"I have had sex, you know.... I've got two kids."

"I'm not talking sex or making love. I'm talking about being ravished while being bound and gagged. Being totally helpless to stop him from exploring your body. Helpless to stop his darkest desires from being unleashed. I'm sure he did things to you that no other man has ever done. Been to places no man's ever touched before. Scratched an itch you didn't even know you had. All for the simple reason that he could. I know you, Debbie, you would never dare give a man such an open-ended invitation to use you for his sexual pleasure. No, you'd be worried that someone would call you what you were that night...his fuck-toy."

"I, ah...I, ah..." Debbie stammered. "Gross."

"Don't tell me you don't think about him, from time to time. The dirty things he did to you and, more importantly, the way he made you feel: so wanted...so lusted after. And the best part, you didn't have to battle with your high moral dos and don'ts. No, you had no decisions to make. Hmmm, maybe just one: whether or not you were going to enjoy some pleasure for yourself."

"I didn't like it.... I didn't."

"Sure, tell yourself that. I suppose he never made you come?"

"No, no."

"Liar."

"Ok, ok, maybe, but that's not fair. I mean, I'd been stripped naked, poked and prodded, first with fingers and then toys.... It was a case of so many firsts...so many fought feelings. Yeah, maybe I was more than a little ready for sex. And yes, maybe he was good. Ok, great, or maybe it was that he was bigger or thicker than.... And maybe I gave up fighting it. You're right, I was his and that was that. He did to me things a proper woman just shouldn't like.... Oh gosh.... But still, you're not going to get me to say that I liked it."

"You don't have to. You just did."

"No, wait, no, you just tricked me, that's all."

"Yeah I did, but you always think you're so high and mighty. Really, what's this 'proper woman' shit? You've never worked a day in your life. You married a rich mark twenty years your senior, for what, love? Please. I'm glad you at least got to have kids, and they're doing well. Although having a nanny and a maid on duty does help, huh? Wouldn't want to miss your tennis lessons with Pier Antonio. You see, you and me aren't that different after all. We both use men to get what we want. We just wanted different things out of life."

"What are you talking about?"

"You see, I did trick you, but not like you're thinking."

"Again, what the fuck...."

"You remember at the start of this conversation, when you said that my voice sounded different, and I said I had a bug."

"Yeah. So?"

"Well, I feel fine...real fine. It only sounds like that because I'm taping this

call, you twit."

"Taping what...? WHAT?"

"That's right, someone smarter than me set it up. You see, I don't know what happened to the Miller tapes once the feds raided the place, but now I have my own."

"So?"

"So, I let you in on another secret. I never went to the Miller party. I've never had sex with even one Santa. I've never had sex with any two guys at the same time. And I've definitely never let a guy tie me up."

"You little bitch!"

"Yeah, maybe, but only when needed."

"So what're you planning to do with the tape?"

"It's not what I'm planning to do with the tape."

"Huh?"

"Well, I've already had my fun with you. Like, I know that wasn't the first time you've been tied up, now, was it?"

"Oh, you bitch, you said that was behind us."

"No, I lied. I can't believe you dumped me like a rock after that. I knew you wanted to try, but would never let go of your fears."

"No, I'm not like that; I'm not."

"Sure, you complained, but once I tied you up you seemed to enjoy it. Remember all those fun little toys I had back then. They made you come and come. Or was it because you were too helpless to stop me from using them? And then when I climbed up your body, my pussy over your face, you didn't say no. No, I remember you licked and licked. We had some fun times. It was only after -- when you told Mary -- that you changed, eventually into her little ass-kisser." (Wow! I always wondered.)

"Bite me."

"Been there, done that. But I know someone who'd love a piece of you. In fact, I think you've been his fantasy girl for years now."

"What?"

"Yeah, you see I'm going to send him this tape, and, well, what he does with it is up to him."

"Him?"

'Yeah, I'm sending it to Steven."

"Steven? Your Steven?"

"That one."

"But why?"

"He's my buddy and I don't turn my back on one because of what other people think. I only wonder what he'll do with it. We both know he was one of the Santas. Don't we? I'm sure it was the best night of his life. He's kind of a control freak. Likes his women to follow and obey. He'll probably cum in his pants just listening to this." (I didn't, but was pretty close.) "I mean, I know you'll probably do anything to keep this tape from your husband."

"Why? It's just a tape. Doesn't prove anything." (Despite her words, Debbie sounded concerned.)

"No, maybe not. But does prove that you're not as pure as hubby might think. And let's not forget that there are tapes out there of his wife in all those compromising positions and, funniest of all, tapes of her having sex with Santa. And let's not forget that the feds might have them. Doesn't your husband work on a lot of federal cases?"

"Yeah, I guess, and it wasn't Santa. Stop saying that. But why?" (Debbie was really whining, now.)

"Why?"

"Yeah, why would you do this? Jesus, are you that jealous that I finally have it all?" (Debbie sobbed.)

"No need for that, Debbie. I think I already told you why. Plus, nothing has even happened yet. But I assume you'll be hearing from Steven some time this year. Maybe around Christmas time. Heck, I might even send him a Santa suit this year."

"You wouldn't!"

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That's where the tape ended.

I wiped my brow. A grin slowly formed on my face. It was the best birthday present I ever got.

I rubbed my palms together. After ten long years, I'd finally heard what happened to Debbie and the girls. I took the cassette out of the player and kissed it before heading home to plan the next step. I think it was time for Debbie to recreate the events that happened that historic night...for me...live and in person.

I guess sometimes persistence does pay off.

The End

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Edited by C. Lakewood

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