Breaking In His Virgin - Club Lush

“Whaat if I don’t bring any more guys around for orgies.

“April, honey, we both know that isn’t going to happen. You love orgies, it is just part of who you are and I accept that. I just can’t live with it anymore. In the most literal sense possible. I’ve been looking for my own place for a while and this will help me get the money. I have to go and so do you. Your boyfriend is waiting for you.”

I can see the hurt in her eyes. The orgies comment went a bit to far, the follow up about her boyfriend a slashing blow. I’d been trying to be supportive but need up accidentally calling her a cock drunk slut.

“Like you’re any better! Going off the be the kept woman or sex slave of a Mann you don’t even know. Just for the money. At least I’m doing what I do with the orgies for pleasure. Not in hopes of a fucking payday.”

“I do find pleasure in it,” I said, feeling the bite of her words, “I just want a nicer guy. Nicer than Mark anyway. Someone with more experience and knows what he is doing. I think I’ve found that with Joshua. Someone who won’t invite strangers around to finger rape me because they think I’ll like it.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry about what happened and for going off on you. I just like having you around. The guys are great but sometimes it’s nice to have another girl to talk to, you know?”

I did actually. We had been friends so long I guess neither of us really guessed what it would be like not to have each other around.

“You’re welcome back any time.”

April didn’t resist as I hugged her, both of us seeming to have the same feelings of sentiment and regret. I didn’t want her to think I hated her because I didn’t. Even with what happened with her orgy buddies.

“I really am. Sorry for what happened. I hope you weren’t hurt.”

“A little but it’s not your fault. You had no way of knowing they would do that. I would also still be going if that hadn’t happened. It really isn’t you. I need to do this for me.”

We hugged again and kissed on the cheek. Our beautiful scene of platonic parting, interrupted by the sound of the door buzzer.

“I think that’s my ride.”

“You’d better let him up then,” April said with a wink.

A tall, pleasant looking man, the driver wore a well fitted uniform. One of the old-style ones with white gloves and a hat. He took my bag for me, handing me a box in return.

“Come down when you are ready.”

With a shallow bow, the driver turned on his heel and headed back down the hallway at a good clip.

“Good luck,” April said, giving me a parting kiss on the cheek.

Sitting on the couch, I pulled the lip up on the box. What I saw there making me gasp. The sight of the outfit was enough to make my eyes widen and my heart flutter. Taking the box into the bathroom, just to be safe, I got out of my street clothes and slipped into the contraption. Made out of an odd mix of leather and lace, with strategic holes around my nipples pussy and ass. The outfit also has pockets but the box also contains a note saying not to open them unless I wanted to be severely punished.

I felt embarrassed and a bit humiliated being exposed like that. The outfit left nothing to the imagination. Though I was also turned on. Knowing I did it because my master told me to. Even if it was by way of a messenger. I hoped Joshua would be the only one to see me like that. If so I would just be turned on. I didn’t mind at all if he wanted to see me that way. It was pretty flattering if I was honest.

I put my clothes back on over the clothes and head down to the limo. Locking up the apartment before I leave. Probably for the last time. My face was burning hot as I approached the limo, wondering if the driver knew what I was wearing under my street clothes.

“Evening, ma’am,” he said, as I slid into the back.

He didn’t seem to know or if he did he didn’t care. Anyway, there was a privacy partition between the front and back seats so he can’t even see me. I try my best to enjoy the ride. Watching the city roll outside the tinted windows of the limo. No one knew I was in there. Everyone probably thinking I was some kind of important person. Not a homeless, unemployed grad. student. Most of the courses were being offered online but I’d had no idea how I was going to pay my tuition. At least until Joshua made his offer. I still wasn’t sure what would be expected of me but figured it had to be better than any regular job I could get.