She's invited to a party

"I think I've got a use for her," you say, looking at the exhausted girl on the couch. "She's perfect for the little party I'm having tomorrow."

"Party?" Jerry asks.

"She'll be the star of the show," Steve says. "Wait'll Nikita sees her." The two of you share a grin.

"Sorry Jerry, it's a couples only event," you say. "Next time maybe, but you'll have to find the right kind of date."

"I'll fill you in," Steve tells him as the three of you dress. Jerry looks intrigued but asks no further questions as the two of them leave. As they do you step out and grab Lisa's purse, bringing it back to your office.

Shutting the door you sit at your desk and dump her purse out on it, looking through the contents. There's the usual collection of makeup, tissues, hair and hygiene products, which you push to one side. You go through her wallet, finding and copying her address and other information. You look at her cell phone, finding it password protected. You try her birth year backwards and forwards and get nothing, the the day and month of her birth. The day and month backwards works.

She groans and squirms a little on the couch, her eyes flickering around the room, finally landing on you.

"What are you doing?" she whimpers.

"Downloading your contacts."

"Why?" she whines, sitting up and trying to cover herself.

"I want to make sure that your pictures get to all your friends."

"Pictures?"

"The video of you fucking and sucking. The security cameras will have it all, along with you stealing. It should make for a great conversation piece for your friends. Carefully edited of course."

"Oh God, please don't do that, please! I gave your wallet back. Isn't making me fuck you and your friends enough? You fucked me in the ass, you punished me already, don't do that," she sobs her hand stretched out to you, pleading.

"It's not punishment if you love it, Lisa. You loved getting all your holes filled, you were begging for more."

"Oh God, oh please Mr. Chandler don't do that. I'll do anything, please. You can fuck me anytime you want, I'll fuck your friends, I'll do anything! Please don't send anything out. My parents will see it!"

"Then they'll see what a thieving slut their daughter is, won't they? Their three way whore of a daughter who begs for cocks filling all her holes."

"Noooooo! Please no! Tell me what you want and I'll do it! Anything you want! Please don't send anything!" She's frantic with fear, tears streaming down her face. She slides off the couch and crawls to you.

"I'm on my knees for you, I'm crawling for you, I'll do anything for you, anything! Please! I'll do anything!"

You look down at her, her hands pawing your legs, pleading, her face a mask of pathetic despair, her lovely naked body racked with sobs. You look at her coldly, watching her frantic grief. Her hands caress your thighs as she stares at you, her mouth trembling.

"I can suck you, I can take you in my throat, you can use me, please let me suck you, please don't send anything."

"I've already had all your holes Lisa. You've got to do better than that."

"What do you want? I'll do anything!" You look at her pleading face, pretending to consider.

"I'm having a party tomorrow night. You could come to that."

"A party? You want me to come to a party?"

"Yes. A few select couples. You met Steve earlier, he'll be there."

"Steve?" she sniffles, looking worried.

"The one who stretched you out. The one with the cock you loved so much." Her eyes flicker with memory and she touches her pussy gently.

"He was so big," she whimpers. "He hurt me."

"Yes, but you loved it didn't you? You loved being full of his cock. Well, you're going to get another chance."

"What kind of party is this?"

"A party where you'll be the feature attraction. Where eight people will use you as they please, for as long as they please. Where you'll be a fucktoy for anyone who wants to use you."

"I...I...I'm not sure," she quavers.

"Well, if you're not sure, you don't have to come," you say offhandedly and see the relief cross her face. "Probably for the best. Sending the video to your friends and family will be a much more suitable punishment."

"Oh God no! I'll come to your party, I'll do anything, I'll be your toy," she says meekly, bowing her head in acceptance.

"Very well. Put your clothes on and get cleaned up. Then go sit at your desk and pretend to work. In an hour I'll take you to meet the party planner."

She looks confused at your cheery tone, and dismayed at her situation, but she starts to rise to obey.

"Crawl to your clothes, Lisa. I didn't give you permission to stand." She bites her lip and obeys, crawling across the floor, her delicious ass wiggling at you as she moves. You walk over and stand near the couch.

"You've dribbled come all over the couch. You need to clean that up first."

"Yes sir. I have tissues in my purse."

"Use your panties." You nod towards the torn remnants on the floor and she obediently picks them up. "Pick them up with your mouth, Lisa. Wipe the come up with your panties in your mouth."

You're pleased to see almost no hesitation before she bends to her task, rubbing smears of come from the leather cushions.

She would make a great party favor, you thought.