The Roommates Pt. 01

This is a spinoff of A Change of Mind. It describes the relationship and activities of that stories main character's first two customer. Some activities overlap and our told from the roommate's perspective. All characters are eighteen or older.

The Roommates Pt 1

The end of my freshman year at collage

Finals has finally ended. The stressful freshman year at the exclusive private college has finally ended.

The only way I can afford the expensive school is the full scholarship I receive from a large law firm in the nearby city. My family's limited finances leave barely enough money for food and clothes. It leaves nothing to pay for school.

My Mom proudly brags to the neighbors, "Becky is so smart. She has a full scholarship for college."

Fortunately, the same firm providing my scholarship has offered me a summer job. Stacy's Dad and two other ancient partners interviewed me at school. Then, they required a physical including blood and urine test.

It seemed like a lot for a summer job, but it pays so much more than my waitress job from last summer. It also means spending the summer in the big city instead of the small town where I grew up.

My friend Stacy abated my nervousness of living in the big city by allowing me to live with her for the summer. Well, Stacy and I are really not friends.

We have seen each other around campus, but run in different social circles. Her beauty and extroverted personality make her queen of the popular group. My shy demeaner leaves me more of a loaner bookworm.

Our body shape matches, and we can probably wear each other's clothes. At five feet eight with slim figures, we probably look alike in a dark alley. Even our 38C breast match. However, that is where the similarity ends. Her blond flowing hair, blue eyes, and perfect completion contrasts with my dark brown locks, brown eyes, oversized nose, and freckles.

The first time I had talked to her was at a formal banquet for scholarship sponsors. We sat at the same table since her dad was a partner at the firm providing my scholarship. Even then, I talked more with her father than with her.

A week later, she asked me for help with a paper required for a class we share. I helped her with that and some other schoolwork. Then in the spring, she asked me if I want to room with her next year. That led to the invite to her house for the summer. Stacy even mentioned her father had suggested it.

I meet Stacy in the parking lot slightly before noon after finishing my English Lit final. We had already moved most of our stuff into storage and packed the rest in her car. Stacy calls out, "Hurry up, I'm ready to leave this school year behind." I hop in, and she roars out of the small college town.

As Stacy drives along, she speaks of the fun we will have for the summer. She excitedly jabbers on about the parties, the boys, and the companionship. I listen lackadaisically. My mind still feels numb from the morning's test.

It takes thirty minutes before I realize we head the wrong direction. I ask, "Why are we going west? Charlotte should be south."

Stacy replies, "We are meeting my mom at a private lake resort for the weekend. My parents visit there several times a year. They have some wild stories about the place. I finally went with my mom for a weekend over Christmas break. I got so drunk. I do not even remember much. It should be an exhilarating way to start the summer."

I am already anxious about living with the Cunninghams and starting the new job. I had hoped to have the weekend to settle in and buy some office clothes. I am not ready to go to a three-day long party.

I attempt to hide my surprise and anxiety by objecting to the change of plans. "I need to shop for some new work outfits," I say. Stacy replies, "I have tons of clothes you can borrow. They are last seasons, but the dweebs at Dad's office will not know the difference."

My dependence on Stacy's family for the summer leaves me no option except to go along with her plan. I quiet my objections while Stacy drives on talking about how fun the weekend will be.

After another half hour we stop at a small-town barbeque place for lunch. A bar, bandstand, and tiny dance floor fill more of the place than the restaurant.

Stacy says lunch is on her. She orders pulled pork sandwiches, potato salad, and margaritas for both of us. I do not drink much, but when I start to object Stacy sternly glares.

I stop before I finish the sentence. I cannot start the summer off in a fight with my only acquaintance in my new city.

The waitress verifies our age, and before I can return my driver's license to my purse, Stacy takes it. She remarks, "I'll need this to check in at the resort." I am a little startled but voice no objections. The waitress returns with our drinks, and our food follows shortly.

When I finish the first drink, orders another round of drinks. When the drinks arrive, Stacy states, "Since I'm driving, I can't have another." She passes both drinks from the second round to me. She adds, "I will catch up when we get to the resort." Then Stacy glares at me as if I am delaying her day.

At this point, I am beyond arguing. I passively drink both second-round drinks in addition to finishing my first drink. It leaves me giddy as we return to the car.

As I slip into my seat, I see Stacy placing our driver's licenses into a large brown envelope setting on the pile of our stuff in the back seat.

We arrive at the resort about a half hour later. Only a small sign saying "The Farm" marks the exit from the highway.

Traversing the small forest-lined winding road for a few miles leads to an ornate metal gate in a tall brick wall. Ten feet tall marble statues of a nude man and women hold the gate hinges. They are anatomically correct and remind me of pictures of Greek statutes I have seen in art books.

Golden letters exclaiming "Welcome to The Farm" boldly embellish the gate along with figures of angels and demons.

Another statue on the side shows a naked man holding out a serving tray containing two wine goblets and a speaker box. Stacy presses the button on the box. After a short introduction, the gates open.

Just inside the gate we stop at a small building. Stacy grabs the brown envelope. I follow her into the reception office.

A smiling woman in a low cut minidress and high heeled boots hands us each a glass of wine as she checks us in.

She requests our driver's license to verify our identity. Then, she asks for our medical reports. This shocks me, but Stacy hands over the brown envelope with a polite grin.

As the clerk removes the enclosed documents, I notice one contains the test results from my employment physical. A similar notice on Stacy also appears.

The clerk retires to the adjoining office. After a moment, she returns the envelope along with another one. She indicates the package holds a map, access code, and all other required information.

She informs, "The club is closed tonight, but the beach, stables, and corral bar are open. You are scheduled to have dinner served at your cabin at seven. Have fun, and call if you need anything."

We return to the car. Stacy hands me the map and drives down the road by the lake. We pass a sign pointing to the club and another pointing to the stables.

We stop at a house by the lake. Stacy says, "We will unpack later. Let's change and begin to explore."

She grabs a backpack and the packages from the office. She commands, "Follow me."

I explain, "I need my suitcase." Stacy's smiling face responds, "I have clothes for you. Now, hurry up." Then, she turns and briskly strides to the front door.

I hurry to catch up. A few taps on the keypad by the door and Stacy enters. I quickly follow through the open door before it closes with a click behind me.

I trail up the stairs and into an ornate bedroom with a king size canopy bed. I think, "Who needs a bed that big?" Stacy dumps her bags on the bed. She removes two outfits. She hands one to me and begins undressing.

I stare at my new ensemble. It consists of a pink bikini and a short wraparound plaid mini skirt. My conservative parents would never let me wear anything as skimpy as this.

The panty barely has enough material to cover my crotch. Little more than strips would cover my backside. The top only has small triangles connected by strings to cover my breast. The skimpy skirt is so short it will not even completely cover the bikini bottom. I stand there stunned.

As Stacy slides on her red bikini bottoms, she looks at me and chides, "Hussle up, I want to start sightseeing." She soon finishes donning her outfit that matches mine except for the color.

Stacy glares at me. I begin changing in front of her. She smiles and watches as I strip naked. Then, I partially cover myself with my new outfit.

Stacy leads out from the house grabbing the map from the car. We follow the lake a short way until we come to a small beach and picnic area. Then, we turn inland on the road to the stables. There we stop at the corral bar.

This establishment consist of a long stand-up bar and a half a dozen tables. Behind the bar stands a buff man wearing a translucent mesh shirt and a cowboy hat.

A waitress stands in the corner drinking a pink soda. She is attired in old west saloon lingerie. Her ample bust nearly bursts from her corset. Her garter belt and fishnet stockings frame a small lace panty.

Two men stand at the bar in cowboy attire. They drink a bottle of a blue concoction and complete the rooms residents.

I follow Stacy to the bar as she orders us each a margarita. As the bartender turns and steps back to prepare our drinks, I realize he wears only chaps, boots, and a small tight pair of denim shorts on his lower half. He returns with our drinks. It requires concentration to avoid gawking at his crotch. As I raise my eyes to his face, he just smiles.

Stacy gulps her cocktail and request two more. Her expression reproaches me for falling behind. I start to remind her I was two ahead after lunch, but she turns and orders another round before I can speak.

After the next round, I begin to feel dizzy. I stagger to a table and the refuge of a chair. Stacy orders two more drinks. She joins me at the table.

I mumble out, "I can't afford all these drinks." She confidently counters, "Don't worry. I'm charging it to my dad's account. You can settle up later." I am uncomfortable about being indebted to her dad, but my alcohol numbed brain is unable to argue.

The waitress grabs the drinks from the bar. She saunters over to our table and deposits Stacy's last round. Stacy hefts her glass and gulps it down while her eyes chastise me for my procrastination.

In an effort to delay additional drinking, I ask the waitress, "Is there anything to eat." She quips, "You can eat me, or if that's not to your taste, you can suck on any of the guys at the bar."

When my buzzed brain finally comprehends her meaning, my face flushes. My mouth hangs open as my initial reply catches somewhere between my brain and my vocal cords.

The waitress calls to one of the guys at the bar, "Hey Tiger, it looks like she wants you."

Stacy uses the opportunity of my open mouth to hoist my glass and pour my drink down my throat. The rest of the night is blank.

The next day.

I wake the next morning in the bed back at the lake house. My head aches, my mouth is dry, and my numbed brain barely comprehends my location.

Next to me lies Stacy and an unknown man, both totally naked. I think he may have been one of the guys from the bar.

Then, I realize I too am fully nude. I attempt to slip off to the bathroom, but I am trapped by the man's muscular arm around my waist.

I attempt to move the restraint. Even asleep, his strength exceeds my own. I next try slipping out, but that results in my gasp as his hand slides to my crotch.

The sound and movement wakes Stacy and draws her sight to me. She develops an evil grin as she notices my predicament. Her eyes brighten with a devilish inspiration.

She grabs her phone from the nightstand and starts snapping pictures of my scandalous predicament. I blush as she moves to an optimal vantage point to document my sordid position.

I meekly scream, "Stop," That only results in waking my brawny captor. He responds by pulling me tightly against his torso and smiling for the camera.

My red-faced photo shoot ends when the alarm on Stacy's phone blares. An agitated Stacy announces, "Hurry! My mom will be here in an hour."

She rushes the man out the door barely giving him time to grab his pants. Then, she rushes into the bathroom. Soon, I hear the shower running as I attempt to catch up on events. My hungover brain is not up to the challenge.

Stacy calls me to join her in the shower. I slip in and begin soaping up just as she finishes and gets out. When I finish my morning bathroom needs, I join Stacy in the bedroom.

Stacy has me rub suntan lotion on her before she dresses. Then, she assists applying lotion on me. She dresses in a different bikini than yesterday and sets out one for me.

I begin slipping it on and realize it consist of only a few skimpy bits of cloth with strings to tie it on. I feel extremely self-conscious, but do not want to offend Stacy, so I finish putting it on.

Stacy says, "That looks great. The color matches your eyes." I just nervously smile back and follow her down the stairs.

Stacy's Mom enters through the front door before we reach the last stair. Stacy says, "Hello Mom. This is Becky." I shake Stacy's Mom's hand and say, "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Cunningham." She replies, "I've heard so much about you from Stacy and my husband."

We eat lunch with Stacy's Mom. Then, Stacy and I walk to a nearby beach. We grab some towels and wine coolers from a small unmanned kiosk.

Stacy chugs her drink as I sip mine. Then, she grabs two more and says, "keep up." I bow to pressure and finish my drink as Stacy hands me the next. Then, she pulls her phone from her beach bag and snaps a picture of me holding my drink.

I smile and pose for the next couple. Then, she takes a selfie of us together. After a few more snaps, she walks away.

She picks a spot toward the lake and sets out her towel. She casually sits facing the water. I move to join her.

Stacy removes her top and lays down to tan. She stares at me and says, "Take your top off so you get an even tan." I reply, "I don't want to be topless in public."

She responds, "You did not have a problem yesterday in the bar when you played strip darts. You are not very good at darts."

I start to argue that I could not have played and lost at strip darts last night, but I do not actually remember. I just stand there with my mouth hanging open.

Stacy retrieves her phone. She shows me a photo. It displays me standing there completely nude. She flips through several other snapshots. I am removing my skirt in the first one. Then, I slip off the top and the bottoms of my bikini in subsequent photos.

There are several with the guys and one with the waitress where she is also topless. I try to grab the phone.

Stacy says "I already uploaded them to the cloud. You cannot erase them." I give up. Then, Stacy says, "Now do what I want, or I'll send the pictures to everyone at school."

I stand in shock for a moment searching for a way out. Finally, I surrender. I place my towel next to hers, sit on it, and slowly untie my top. Soon, it falls to the side leaving my untanned breast shining for anyone to see.

Stacy comments, "Now that's better. Just do as I say, and we will both have more fun." She smiles and looks me over for a minute. Then, she adds, "Now, lose the bottoms."

My heart misses a beat as I contemplate this latest command. I am angry, astonished, and anxious at the same time. How did I become trapped in this predicament?

I just sit there with a stunned look on my face. Stacy picks up her phone. She quietly mumbles to herself, "Now, who should I send the pictures." She softly names my old roommates, some of her friends, and then several of the guys at school.

I submit in defeat. At least, nobody else currently occupies the beach. I undo the bows on the sides of my bikini. They just sit there unrestrained. Stacy grabs them and my top.

She takes them to the kiosk and hangs them from a small flagpole hanging off the side. Lastly, she takes a picture of my clothing flying high for all to see. She grabs another set of drinks before returning to me.

Setting the drinks between our blankets, Stacy swings around and starts taking pictures of me. I start to coverup with my hands and arms. Stacy will not allow it.

She sternly reminds me, "I already have enough blackmail material, so you might as well relax, smile, and enjoy yourself." I dutifully pose for several more shots before we both return to sipping wine coolers and sunbathing.

A while later Stacy's mom drops by. She says, "I thought I'd check on my girls before I go riding." I am somewhat embarrassed by my lack of clothing, but Stacy's mom says, "Don't worry. If I was your age, I would sunbath nude, too. Nobody at the farm is worried by nudity. Just enjoy yourself."

Stacy hands her phone to her mom. She asks her to take some photos of us together. Next thing I know, we are modeling a nude photoshoot for Stacy's Mom. Of course, I am the only one completely naked.

We finish off with Stacy with her mom posing for me followed by Stacy's mom and I modeling for Stacy. Then, Stacy's Mom says goodbye and leaves.

The rest of the afternoon goes smoothly. The four wine coolers have my inhibitions thoroughly sedated. I model for more pictures. Then, we go for a swim.

After swimming we rinse off at an outdoor shower at the edge of the beach area. It is really just two shower heads mounted to a wooden pole.

Stacy insists I pose for more pictures while I wash. I go to retrieve my suit, but Stacy says, "I like the way it looks and the way you look without it. Leave it there."

She pics up her top and both towels. Then, we head back to the house to dress for the evening. I cannot believe I am walking around completely naked.

The Club

Stacy lays out my clothes and accessories for the evening. I receive a black miniskirt and a lavender top. The top is slightly transparent, and Stacy provides no undergarments. Of course, my stuff remains locked in her car. Purple high heels and an amethyst pendant complete my ensemble.

Stacy's outfit matches mine except the blouse and shoes are pink, and she has a red bra and panty set. She also has a ruby necklace.

Stacy directs, "We will go to the club for dinner." I expect a country club. Entering a strip club feels shocking.

I am inundated by lights and music. Red and gold dominate the color scheme. The man I woke to this morning swings around a big pole in the center of the room. His outfit matches what he wore this morning.

A nude woman adorns the stage in the far corner. Pornographic pictures and statues decorate the walls.

We take a table for four as a waiter quickly approaches. Stacy orders drinks and dinner while I sit in shock.

I am not sure what my drink contains, but it tastes extremely strong. After dinner, we sit enjoying the ambiance and additional drinks.

A scantily clad couple approach us, and the guy cracks a corny line about providing big sausage. Then, they ask if we want dances.

Stacy accepts. Soon, the guy dances in front of me as the lady dances for Stacy. The dancers remove each other's clothes. Shortly, I have a naked guy gyrating in front of me.

Stacy requests the dancers switch for the next song, so the nude woman dances for me. She introduces, "Hi, I'm Jenny," as she takes my hands and moves them to her sides.

She turns, and my hands fall to her bottom. Placing her hands over mine she squeezes. I am actually squeezing a naked lady's butt while she shakes it in my face.

She quickly turns to face me. My hand brushes her crotch before I can pull it back. She grabs it and places it back on her crotch. Then, she smiles and states, "Have fun, I am." She swiftly reaches under my skirt and gropes me.

At the end of the song, she gives me a quick kiss before collecting her money, dressing, and moving to the main stage. We move to a table closer to the stage. Stacy buys me more drinks. We sip and watch while our dancers strip and perform mutual oral while hanging from the pole on stage.

The rest of the night becomes kind of a blur. Stacy's mom leaves with the guy who first danced for me. He is naked except for a collar and leash.

Later as the crowd thins, the cowboy from last night and the dancer who groped me, Jenny, joins Stacy and I. They each dance for me. The dances are full contact.

The next thing I know, I am dancing for the Cowboy, and Stacy is pulling my clothes off while Jenny takes pictures. Several other patrons are watching.

The song ends. Before I can dress, Jenny pushes me into a seat and starts stripping for me. Stacy hands me a drink. I chug it.

Jenny pulls my face to her crotch. Stacy orders, "Lick it." I obey. I mouth her crotch for the remainder of the song.

On the next song Jenny starts dancing for Stacy. This break allows me to locate my outfit and slip it on. At the end of the song, Stacy gets a mischievous smile. She whispers something to Jenny and the waitress.

The waitress returns with another round of drinks and hands something to Jenny with a smile. Then, she kneels before me, lifts my left foot, and slides a garter up my leg. She gropes my crotch before retreating.

Stacy follows up with a toast, "To the stripper, Becky." I give her an awkward confused glance. She just smiles back and signals for me to drink.

In the break before the next song, the announcer says, "Now, on the main stage, Cowboy Bob, and appearing for the first time, the lovely Becky Wilson." Before the shock wears off, Bob has taken my hand and marched us halfway to the main stage.

I start to resist. Bob pulls my arm. In my drunken state, my resistance is ineffective. We are on the stage as the music begins to play.

I stand there as Bob starts to dance around me. He pulls off his shirt and slides it over my head before tossing it aside. He moves behind me, places his hand on my hips, and starts swaying from side to side to the music. I automatically follow his serpentine motion.

A ripping sound interrupts my gyrating as I realize Bob has ripped my blouse open. A quick grab and a toss and the remnants fly into the audience.

His hands return to my hips, and we continue to dance. He lifts my miniskirt for a few flashes before moving around to face me.

He moves my hands to his hips. A quick flip of his fingers on the side clips, and I am holding his briefs. Before I can toss them to the crowd, he bites them and pulls them from me. He drops them in the corner of the stage next to his shirt.

Bob energetically dances around me several times. Seeing his forceful cock thrust, I start attaining the lusty spirt. I dance more excitedly and allow my anxiety to ebb.

My brief joyous rowdiness abruptly halts as I feel Bob rip away my skirt. I now stand on stage wearing only shoes and a garter. I am fully laid bare.

A grinning customer approaches, and Bob pushes me forward. He gazes at my crotch as he slips money into my garter.

Jenny quickly approaches. She kisses my crotch as she slips me money. By this time, all eyes in the place are on me. Several other tippers come forward followed by Stacy who hands me a shot. I gulp it down as the song ends.

As the next song begins, Bob comes up behind me and grabs my waist. He lifts me and transfers me to the stage center. Just forward of the pole. He spins me around, so I face him with our sides to the viewers.

Placing his hands on the sides of my head he pulls me to him and plants a lusty kiss on my mouth. As the kiss breaks, he pushes my head down. I go to my knees. Now, his cock projects right in front of me.

In my mind, I hear Stacy ordering, "Suck it." I cringe but feel compelled to obey. I plant my lips on his member and vigorously attack.

Bob's erection solely encompasses my mind. Nothing else matters. His essence erupts. I gag but still swallow. Only then do I hear the crowd applauding. I feel my face flush and wish to run, but I remain kneeling in humiliation while gazing at the crowd. I cringe at what I performed in public.

The waitress brings me a drink to start the next song. She indicates it is from the Manager. I gulp it down and almost throw it back up.

The music is slower. Bob and I dance together. We only break to talk to tippers.

Several patrons ask for table dances. I answer, "But I don't really work here. I couldn't."

When the song ends, Bob dresses. I am unable to locate my previous attire. I just stand there waiting on Bob. We exit the stage together as Jenny replaces us.

Bob excuses himself as we approach Stacy's table. I beg to Stacy, "Let's go. I have lost my clothes. I feel sick. Please. I need to go."

Stacy replies, "You look great. Just sit down and relax. Everyone has already seen you naked, so why worry about apparel. Besides, the place closes pretty soon. Bob and Jenny want us to join them for an afterwork swim."

I sit down and attempt to disappear. Stacy intrudes, "Don't worry. I recorded your whole show, so you can relive every minute."

A guy approaches and ask for a table dance. I start explaining how I do not actually work here. Stacy interrupts and says, "Go ahead, I want to see you do it. Besides, you could use the money."

A stern look from Stacy and I relent. I get up, and Stacy waves the guy's buddies over to join us. On the next song I perform a table dance. After each has received a dance, Stacy interjects, "It's my turn."

I object, but Stacy insists. She threatens, "Make me happy. I can still send video of tonight to people at school or my dad. I really like you. Don't make me hurt you." I dance as Stacy requests.

When I finish, I start to sit down, but the four chairs at our table are taken. The first guy requesting a dance offers me his lap. A nod from Stacy directs me to take it.

I do not want to, but I have no will to fight Stacy. I sit. I can feel his boner through his pants. He places his arms possessively around me with one hand in my crotch. By the next song, he begins fingering my pussy. It actually starts making me aroused.

Jenny approaches. She says to me, "Come quick. The manager wants to see you." Stacy nods. I leave with Jenny.

Jenny leads me upstairs, knocks on a door, lets me in, but stays outside. She closes the door behind me.

An attractive, thirtyish women wearing a velvety purple dress sits behind a large desk. She orders me to stand in a spotlight shining in front of her desk. I comply. She spends a minute examining me up and down. Then, she tells me to slowly turn around.

When the examination is over, the interrogation begins. She confirms my name, and that I am the Cunningham's guest. She asks, "Do you want a job at the Farm?" I reply, "No. I have a summer job at Mr. Cunningham's law firm."

I try to explain how Stacy Cunningham has pushed me to drink too much, and things got out of control. She stops me saying, "It does not matter. You still cannot steal my clients. Now, give me your money."

I hand her the money in my garter. She counts it while I stand nude in front of her. The amount amazes me. She takes half plus ten for the garter's cost. Then, she hands my portion back.

She says, "I should punish you for not getting permission first. However, since you're the Cunningham's guest, I will let it go." She hands me her card and exclaims, "If you want to solicit any more work here, please contact me first. Now, dismissed." I leave and return to Stacy just as "last call" is made.

I wait in intoxicated arousal for what will happen next.