When Amber and Stephanie came up to the huge beachside mansion in Malibu, they had no idea what to expect. They had just broken into the modeling scene at their first debut at Los Angeles fashion week, both of them walking in shows for Fendi and Prada. They had become fast friends, especially when they realized that they were both invited to the big afterparty at Frey Peterson’s house. He was the owner of their agency, and a bit of a recluse—except when it came to these parties.
“He’s the youngest agency owner in America, isn’t he?” asked Stephanie, sweeping a hand over her head to make sure her sleek ponytail was in place. They had just walked out of their rental car, and making their way up the steps towards the huge house.
“Yep,” said Amber, looking around her. “He’s only in his thirties—and look at all the money he’s got.”
“Maybe we should try and get a date with him,” said Stephanie with a giggle. “That would solve all of our money problems, wouldn’t it?”
Amber laughed. As they got up to the door, they could hear the sound of muffled, loud music coming in from the inside, but on the outside, it was completely quiet. If someone had walked passed the house on the main road, they would have never known there was a party happening inside.
“Are we in the right place?” asked Amber. “Or maybe we’re early.”
“No, we’re on time. A little late actually.” Stephanie ran the doorbell on the side of the door, but heard no chimes on the inside. She rang it again, and they waited. Weird, she thought. Is the doorbell broken?
After a few seconds, the door opened and a man popped his head out, giving them a sour look. “The invitation denoted that you were supposed to only ring the bell once,” the man said, shifting his head back and forth to both of them.
The girls looked at each other, then Amber stammered, “I’m sorry,” she said. “We thought it was broken.”
The man sighed and stepped out. He was wearing a simple black button down and black pants and had an iPad and touch pen in his hand. “Name?” he asked, looking down at it and scrolling through it.
“Uh--I’m Amber Roche.”
“And my name is Stephanie Caudill.”
The man continued to scroll through the iPad.
“Do you need our IDs?” asked Stephanie.
“Nope,” he said, without looking up. “We’ve got your photos in the system.”
He kept scrolling until he found their names, then he tapped the screen with the pen. “You guys are all set,” he said. “Let me give you the run-down of the ground rules. This is Frey Peterson’s home, and an extension of his brand. That means that you should consider this work as well as pleasure. Understand?”
Both girls nodded.
“Excellent,” he said. “I’ll have you go ahead in and get changed.”
The girls looked at each other, confused.
“What do you mean?” asked Amber hesitantly. “What’s wrong with what we’re wearing?”
“It’s not up to the Frey’s dress code,” he said curtly, stepping back and pushing the door open. “You’ll understand when you go in. Down to the other side of the foyer and to the left, there will be stairs where the party is. Follow the music. Don’t go anywhere else, or else.”
The girls thanked him and nervously made their way into the house. The foyer was large and marbled, but it was completely dark with no lights turned on. Both girls were hit with a mix of apprehension and excitement as they heard the music get louder. They found the stairs, then, with clasped hands, began to descend.
They came to a long hallway with a row of doors, and another man standing in the center with an Ipad in his hand. He raised an eyebrow when he saw them. “First time?” he asked?
“Yes,” said Amber. “How could you tell?”
The man chuckled. “Your clothes are too nice.” He opened up the door next to him, revealing a bathroom on the other side that was so large it could have been a spa. In the center of it was a tall, glass booth.
Stephanie recognized what it was and scoffed. Seriously, she thought, a spray tan booth?
“Take off all of your clothes and put them over there,” he said, pointing to a row of wooden hangers on the rack. “Just state your name to pick it up at the end of night.”
“All of our clothes?” Stephanie asked, incredulous.
“Everything but your panties.”
The girls did as they were told. Amber went in first. The machine was so high-tech, it jumped to life as soon as her feet stepped it. She stood still, as it began to slowly rotate her. Then, with a loud whooshing sound, color burst out and began to cover her entire body. But instead of a bronze color shooting out of the tubes, it was a bright, neon pink.
“What the hell?” she asked, looking down at her naked body, now speckled with bright paint. She stepped out of the booth, and Stephanie went in after her. They started to feel more and more uncomfortable, but they knew they had to go through with it. Stephanie got sprayed with the same neon pink.
They came back out to the hallway and the man gave them a quick once over before instructing them to continue to go down the hallway and down the steps at the end. As they made their way down the stairs, a scene of debauchery unfolded in front of them. It was nothing like either of them had thought it would be. The music was loud and the room was darkened, illuminated only by the bright neon stripes that were painted on the walls and on the naked bodies of the partygoers. Nearly everyone was drunkenly groping each other as they danced.
Amber moved closer to Stephanie, shocked as she looked at everything around them. There was strange, bright neon furniture scattered around the room and many people were coupled on top of them, kissing and petting heavily as they gyrated on each other. There were strange contraptions hanging from the ceiling, all of them with ropes of bars, of which the likes neither girl had ever seen. When they looked down at themselves, they saw that the paint they were wearing was glowing bright.
They were not expecting this. Even people that had been to the parties hadn’t told them anything about this. Both girls looked around, not knowing what to do, and then Stephanie spotted Frey Peterson himself standing by the bar, sipping a drink. There was a man in front of him, chatting as they scanned the crowd. They both had cropped, brown hair, but Frey had a bit of a stubble over his chin. They were the only ones not naked and covered in paint. They were both wearing very expensive looking dark suits, shirts, and shoes.
“We’ve got to go talk to him,” said Stephanie, momentarily forgetting that she was nearly naked. “Let’s get a drink and then try to get his attention.”
The girls walked towards him, doing their best to look sultry and ultra-feminine. Around them, some of the people started to succumb to sexual fun, but they tried to stay focused and approached the bar. Both of them ordered then made sure to start dancing right in front of Frey. He glanced over a few times, but he was more interested in watching a woman right next to them that was getting her underwear taken off by another girl.
“He’s not looking,” said Amber. “Quick, give me a kiss.”
“A kiss?” asked Stephanie, confused, but before she could say anything else, Amber stepped close to her and pressed her lips against hers. They wrapped their arms around each other, pulling their bodies close, and started to let their tongues roll into each other’s mouths. Amber even went as far as to lift her hand up to rub Stephanie’s breast, moaning loudly to make sure that Frey could hear them over the music. They didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the music, or the intense sexual energy that surrounded them, but they started to get very into giving each other deep, licking kisses.
Eventually Frey’s attention turned to them, and he watched them intently for a few moments before coming up to them.
“Sorry to interrupt you, ladies,” he said as they pulled away from each other. “I just want to make sure you guys are enjoying yourself.”
“We are,” said Amber, nodding emphatically. “Thank you so much for having us. This is such a—a interesting party.”
“You girls are new, aren’t you?” he asked. The other man had come up behind him and was looking at them, hungrily. Both of the men had their eyes fixated on the girls naked tits.
“Yes,” said Stephanie. “We just walked our first show a couple of days ago.”
“I remember them,” said the other man. “The Fendi show. I was there. I’m Eric Oakland, one of the model directors. I’ve been keeping my eye on you guys. I’m impressed with what I see.” Both girls suddenly recognized him. He had been at both of their castings for the show.
“Thank you,” said Amber, trying to block out the sounds of moans that were getting louder around her. “We were hoping to continue working for you, for a long time.”
“Is that so?” asked Frey, stepping closer to her. “I like the sound of that. Why don’t we enjoy ourselves and get to know each other a little more in our VIP section?” He motioned over to the corner of the room that was sectioned off with leather-covered chesterfield couches and a hutch with a stripper pole. There were strange ropes and bars hanging from hooks from the ceiling and walls.
The girls knew that they couldn’t say no. They followed the men through the crowd of people who were now in different positions of fornication somehow managing to dance and have sex seemingly at the same time. When they got into the section, the men directed the girls to stand up on the hutch and grab hold of the stripper pole.
“Let’s have a little fun,” said Frey, opening up a large black truck in the corner. He pulled five canisters of body paint. “I think you guys need a little bit more color.”
The girls stood still while the men got to work at spraying them with colors. Frey focused on their breasts, covering them with a few stripes of bright neon paint. They even painted a bit on their faces and necks, covering them with crazy designs, all of them glowing under the blacklights.
Once they were finished, the men sat down in front of them.
“Why don’t you dance for us while that dries?” Frey said. “Show us a bit of your skills.”
The girls glanced at each other, but did as they told him, twisted their bodies with the beat of the music as they swung together from the pole. The men looked on with their legs spread open and their hands brazenly finding their way onto their cocks, rubbing them through their pants. Amber and Stephanie started to feel themselves getting a little bit uncomfortable, but they didn’t stop. A little bit of shimmying might be their ticket to becoming a supermodel. The men wanted more than shimmying, however. Much, much more.
Just as Amber spun around to shake her ass in the men’s face, Frey stood up, taking a step forward and wrapping his arms around her, taking her completely by surprise. He pulled her off of the pole, cupping a hand gently around her breast.
“Looks like it’s dried up,” he said, his voice breathy. He was bold, and brash, and clearly didn’t care about how comfortable she was. He pressed his hardness against her leg, letting out a low moan from deep in his throat. He began to grind against her ass, and her nipples hardened against his palm.
“You’re a sexy girl,” he whispered into her ear. “I’ve been noticing your hot little body on the catwalk. Why do you think I signed you?”
Amber took in a sharp breath as his hand slowly began to drop from her breasts, sliding down her to her waist. She leaned forward slightly, further pushing her ass back against him his growing bulge. He stood back, and unbuckled and unzipped his pants, sliding them down to his underwear to release his throbbing cock.
Amber turned to look at it, and her jaw dropped slightly. He was huge, bigger than she had ever seen. Then, she noticed Stephanie standing behind him, getting tits groped.
“Damn, Frey, you did a good job finding these,” said Eric. “Let’s cuff them up.”
Neither girl had any idea what that meant. Eric lifted up his hand towards the glowing contraptions that were hanging down from the ceiling. They were one a strange pulley system, and he pulled them down easily. As he did, the girls noticed that it was a long metal bar painted in bright neon pink with clasps on either side of them.
“I think Miss Amber should get the honors,” said Frey. He grabbed Amber’s wrist and pulled her towards him. Amber was confused, looking up at the bar that swung over her.
“What is this?” she asked.
Frey replied by lifting her wrist up to the bar and strapping it in quickly. “Come on, give me your other hand,” he said. “You’ll like it, I promise.”
Amber gingerly lifted her hand, starting to get increasingly more uncomfortable, and Frey strapped her other wrist in easily. The contraption forced Amber to keep her arm suspended up in the air and completely immobile. She felt like a piece of meat hanging in the butcher stop, fresh for consumption. She could feel her feet dangerously close to getting lifted up off the floor.
Stephanie was looking at her with her mouth agape. Eric still had his hands on her. “What should we do with this one?” he asked, pinching her nipple. “Why don’t you give your friend a kiss?”
He walked forward with Stephanie until she was only a hair away from Amber. “What do you think?”
Stephanie locked eyes with Amber and nodded slightly. She leaned forward, ready to give Amber another kiss.
“Nuh-uh,” said Eric with a smirk. “I’m not talking about a kiss on those lips.” He put a hand on top of Stephanie’s head and pushed her down forcefully, bringing her down to her knees. Frey put his hands along Amber’s underwear, playing with the lacy texture before letting his fingers lightly trace their way to the spot between her legs. Her spread pussy lips were barely covered by the fabric of her underwear, and he rubbed them gently, sending shockwaves through Amber’s body.
“You’re nice and wet,” he said to her, noticing how soaked she had gotten, and then to Stephanie he said, “She’s ready for you. Take her underwear off and taste her.”
Stephanie edged closer to her, still on her knees with Eric’s firm hand on top of her head. She moved her hand up to place her fingers into her waistband of her panties and slowly slid them down to her ankles. Her pussy lips were agape, and her clit was protruding. Eric pushed her head forward, and she pressed her open mouth against Amber’s velvety slit. Stephanie was an amateur to pleasuring a woman, but she could figure out the basics. She used her tongue to massage her sensitive clit, and Amber inadvertently started to move her hips, grinding herself into Stephanie’s tongue.
“Good girl,” Eric moaned, pushing Stephanie’s face deeper in-between Amber’s legs.
Frey had started to rub his cock again, and had a hand firmly on her breast. He teased her nipples, pulling at them forcefully.
Eric decided to move Stephanie from her Amber’s cunt and directed her attention to his crotch. He unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped my pants to release his throbbing cock.
He pressed it against Stephanie’s lips until she parted them, then sunk himself into her mouth, wasting no time in pumping his full length in and out of her with a hand on the back of her head.
Frey had all of his focus on Amber, sucking her nipples as his fingers explored her moist cunt. He brought his head up to kiss her, forcefully letting his tongue swirl around inside her mouth. Amber could feel his engorged dick pressing against her thigh. Her wrists were getting sore from the cuffs, and her arms were getting tired from being held up. The music still blared in her ears and she had a full view of the other people in the room who were in various different fuck positions.
“How’s that feel?” asked Frey, whispering into her ear. “I bet you want something to fill up your tight little hole, don’t you?”
Amber looked at him, breathing heavily. In any situation she would have never done anything like this, but she was so thoroughly turned on that she couldn’t say no. She nodded, no longer feeling as embarrassed about everything that was going on.
Eric had Stephanie laying face up on the couch, and had pulled her underwear off. He was on his knees in front of her, and was putting all of his attention on her pussy. He shifted his body and brought up his hand so that he could slide fingers two fingers into Stephanie’s wetness. He took advantage of her juices to lubricate her ass as he pressed his tongue against her clit, sucking on it hard. He ran a finger around her tight hole, getting it ready and moist. Slowly, he inserted a finger into the tightness, eliciting a moan from Stephanie in response.
He tongue-fucked her pussy as he worked another finger into her ass, further opening up her hole. His other hand was jerking himself off, getting his cock more and more swollen. After a few moments, he pulled out his fingers and sat up on the seat next to Stephanie, lifting his hand up and curling his finger into a “come hither” movement. Stephanie shifted her body onto his, straddling him. He put his hands around her waist, pulling her up into position and sinking her onto his cock. Her pussy expanded around it, and she moaned, bouncing on top of him. He groped her breasts, taking one of his nipples into his mouth to suck as she fucked him.
In the meantime, Frey hadn’t released Amber from her cuffs, and had knelt down in front of her to get his own taste of her wet bud. Amber tried her best to hold herself steady, but her knees where closing together because of how forceful Frey was being as he sucked her clit. She groaned in a mix of pleasure and pain as her thighs instinctively.
“This won’t do,” he said, standing up. He reached up to the bar that Amber was attached to, and for a second, she thought that he was going let her wrists go. Instead, he pulled lose another, smaller bar that was hanging on top of it. This one also had straps, and he took it and placed it at her feet, strapping her ankles in. Now, her legs were forced to stay open as he went back to the task of eating her out, licking up her juices and sucking on her clit as he stroked his dick. He kept her like that for a while, reveling in her helplessness. Finally, he stood up, kissing her again before looking over at Eric who had shoved his cock into Stephanie’s hot asshole.
“I think I might let this one go,” he said. He reached up again to finally take her wrists out from their clasps. Amber gave a huge sigh of relief as she massaged her wrists. He undid the bar on her ankles letting her stand normally again. But the men weren't finished with them. Frey went back to the wall with glowing neon paint. Neither of the girls had noticed that hooked onto the walls were various rubber dildos that blended into the neon colors because they too were bright and glowing. Frey pulled down a long, bright purple double dildo and instructed both of the girls to get onto the seat and to lie down, facing each other.
Frey was in charge of rubbing Amber’s asshole, getting it as gaping and wet as Eric had gotten Stephanie’s. He stood above her, and gently began to rim her with his thumb, getting her used to the sensation. Frey continued to rub, then inserted a finger, then two, putting a hand firmly on her stomach to keep her from squirming.
“I take it you haven’t done this before," Frey said to her. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.”
“I can tell that she has,” said Eric, motioning his head to Amber. “She’s doing this way too easily. Tell us the truth. Have you had a cock up your ass before?”
Stephanie moaned, taking deep breaths as Eric squeezed three fingers up her back hole. “Yes,” she gasped out. “I have.”
“So, you are a good slut,” said Eric with a chuckle. “Just the way I like it. Get on your hand and knees for me, slut.” He pulled the fingers out of her ass and took the double dildo from Frey.
Stephanie flipped her body over, getting herself onto her hands and knees. Eric spread her cheeks, and placed the head of dildo against her loosened hole, sliding it up into her ass. With a little pressure, the monster popped its head into her hole, digging its girth as far as it could go. It was long, and huge, and Stephanie had to brace herself to take its full length.
The other end was still dangling free, and Amber slid her body into position with her pussy right underneath the other tip. Frey gripped the other end of the dildo and eased it into Amber’s cunt.
Stephanie began to move her hips, taking the dildo deeper into her lubricated ass, forcing her end to go further inside of her. Both girls quickly found a rhythm—Stephanie rocking back and forth as one side of the dildo plunged into her ass, and Amber grinding as the other end of the dildo sunk deep into her pussy. Amber's eyes were wide open watching the dildo work in and out of Stephanie’s ass. Their breathing was becoming more and more rapid as her pussy lips widened and puffed.
Both men got up closer to them, and placed their cocks up to their heads. Amber opened her mouth to take Frey’s huge member in her mouth, sucking and teasing the fat head with her tongue. Frey grasped her ponytail to keep her head steady. Amber did her best to keep her hips thrusting the dildo into her cunt and into Stephanie’s ass while keeping her lips firmly around Frey’s cock.
Stephanie kept up the rhythm as she sucked Eric’s dick, moaning on it. The men kept their rods deep in the girl’s mouths while they focused on the movement of the dildo slipping back and forth.
As Amber thrusted, she felt a tension begin deep in her pelvis. It started to build faster and faster as Stephanie drove the dildo deeper in her pussy. She felt her nipples tense, and the breath catching in her lungs. The ripple of orgasm started slowly, moving through her body like electricity. Around her, the sounds of everyone else at the party fucking got her closer and closer to her peak.
Frey groped her nipples again, pulling at them before lifting his hand up to give her a small slap on her cheek as he pushed his rod into it. The sight of Stephanie’s gaping hole with a bright dildo inside of it drove her even wilder with lust. Suddenly, the wave of pleasure crested, and all she could feel was the huge gush of release as an orgasm rocketed through her body. As her body quivered, it seemed to trigger an orgasm reaction.
Frey moaned loudly as he thrusted hard into her mouth and jetted out a long stream of hot sticky seed shot out from the head of his manhood. Some of it cascaded over her tongue, but he pulled himself out and let some of it drip over her mouth and lips.
The dildo kept ramming into her pussy, as Stephanie kept fucking her hole with the rod up her ass. Stephanie lifted up a hand to let her pussy, her fingers finding her clit and rubbing it hard. With a loud vocalization, she orgasmed hard, collapsing onto her elbows with Eric’s dick still in her mouth. Eric followed right after her, grunting as he exploded a waterfall of semen all over her face and mouth.
The men staggered back as Amber pulled the soaking dildo out of herself and Stephanie. She looked around her, and realized that nobody had really paid attention what had just gone down in the booth. They were way more preoccupied in the massive orgy they were having. The men quickly scooped up their clothes getting themselves back together as they watched the girls who lay on the booth seats, gasping with exhaustion.
“You girls look like you need a drink,” said Frey, putting his jacket back on. “What do you say?”
Amber stared up at them, glancing at Stephanie who had equally smeared make-up and wild hair from the intense fucking they had just experienced.
“Sure,” Stephanie said finally, still trying to comprehend what had just happened to her. “Let’s have a drink. Make it a strong one for me.” She smiled, and Amber smiled back.
“Same for me,” she said.