She becomes a party favor.

During the year that followed, Vixxen and Mason would have sex as often as she could make it happen, which wasn't very often at all. She could barely get any fetishes or fantasies out of him. He was the first heterosexual man she had ever met who has no interest in seeing his woman eat pussy, and didn’t even care have two women at once.

Such was his anger at her, she asked if he wanted her to try to get Kira to join them in bed again. It was an event she thought unlikely, considering what Kira had said when she left, but he declined flatly.

He said one whore in the house was enough.

Whatever it took to turn this man on, Vixxen had lost it some time ago.

Also he had lost interest in dancing with her. He also had lost interest in eating meals with her, and often even talking to her. He would go days without speaking a word to his wife.

She would go to him wearing a variety of tight and revealing clothing she hoped that he might find appealing, trying to find anything she could use to get him going. Nothing seemed to work.

When they were invited to parties she dressed well, at his request usually in something tight and sexy. She could make a tight dress look really fucking good, and her husband seemed to respond well.

When they went to pool parties she would wear a very small and well fitting bikini, at Mason’s suggestion. Vixxen got the impression that Mason letting his colleges and managers check out her body helped him professionally.

At one party a couple of the girlfriends and one wife ended up topless, and Mason suggested that Vixxen take hers off as well. At least he was talking to her, and he was being nice so she did.

They were at the rooftop pool for the building his boss had one of the larger suites at. It was very nice, and very exclusive.

Mason thought she was just a whore at this point, no telling how many men she had fucked, or if there might actually be a kid out there somewhere from her. Maybe she had HIV, certainly she had come to him unclean.

But she could be useful for his career, his boss in New York seemed to have taken a liking in her, and he was always flirting with her. Maybe she could be of some use before Mason moved on. If he could trade her body for a promotion he would do it in a second.

Mason could not deny how her tits were even bigger with the fat on her, and that her ass was even better looking, all he had to do was get her started, and it would be easy from that point. She was a whore who loved sex, she fucked her own dad, she fucked the old man who owned the club in Vegas. She would fuck anyone given the right circumstances.

Vixxen took off the very tight fitting top of her skimpy white bikini, and conversation in the area stopped. Her breasts really did look that good.

Mason noticed that his boss Larry was staring, mouth open, good deal. He pulled his boss aside for a few minutes, and then told Vixxen he had to leave, as an urgent client matter had come up. He had to get downtown to the office.

Vixxen grabbed her top and started to put it back on to leave, but he stopped her. “You are staying Vixxen, enjoy the rest of the party, it is early yet,” Mason said to her softly, he took her top and put it in his pocket. “You won’t need that baby, I should be back later, if not I am sure Larry will give you a ride.”

“What the fuck?” Vixxen thought to herself, before quietly responding. “You want to leave me here alone? Almost naked?”

“That’s something your comfortable with right?” Mason asked sarcastically. “You spent years naked in front of people right? For a living? Thus should feel natural.”

Vixxen was stunned, she didn’t know what to say.

“You will be fine, I will pick you up later.” As he said this he took her by the hand and walked her over by the door, to a bit of privacy.

“Just have fun, enjoy the party, and be nice to my friends Vixxen,” Mason said quietly. “Make sure and be very nice to Larry, I am up for my own office, and it might help.”

Vixxen gave him a stern glare, she had a lot of questions, but she knew exactly what he meant by being nice to his boss. He meant for her to fuck Larry.

They both saw that all the women were topless now, there were only a small number of people there, and each man had a beautiful date, and all seemed comfortable being topless.

“I will be back later, if I can’t make it I am sure there is somewhere Larry can find some room for you in a bed here tonight,” Mason continued, ignoring her questioning look. He shrugged, “or a sofa, or the hot tub…somewhere.”

“Mason?” She finally responded, pleading, unsure of what this would mean for them. She didn’t want these men. She didn’t want Larry.

Mason’s look became very serious, almost dangerous looking, but he spoke very quietly, a very pronounced whisper. “This is what I want, this is what I fucking need. Just make sure Larry enjoys his night. You are a fucking whore, why don’t you be what you are for our good for once? Do what you are best at.”

Mason reached down and pulled a string on her bikini bottom, and then the other, pulling it off of her and then putting it in his pocket as well.

Then without another word, he turned and left her there.

Vixxen stood there in the cool night breeze of New York City, fully nude, and now alone. Her husband already in an elevator headed to the parking garage. She knew exactly what he wanted her to do.

She looked around and saw another woman had taken off her bikini bottom, and one of the other guys had taken off his swim trunks to show off a fairly small erect cock. This was turning into something out of a pornoghrapic movie.

She looked around briefly and didn’t see Larry, finally turning to see him a few feet from her, tenting his swim trunks, and holding a bottle of champagne and two glasses. “Care to join me in the hot tub?”

Why not? What was the difference, at least she could enjoy the hot tub. She saw a couple of women were kissing each other, and another was going down on another man as her husband watched. That was the kind of party this was.

She followed him to a large outdoor hot tub, very aware of the looks she was getting. She really had a beautiful body, something few women ever had a day in their lives.

Where most women looked better in clothing than they did without, Vixxen’s body was one of the few the looked better naked.

He sat the bottle down beside the hot tub and helped Vixxen into it, placing one hand firmly on her naked ass as he did it. He gripped her ass firmly, and then gave it a light smack as she got in.

“Marvelous,” he said as he watched her move past him.

They enjoyed a few glasses of champagne, she figured she needed it to loosen up, she hadn’t been with anyone but Mason in a while.

Surprisingly Larry talked to her warmly, like an old friend. That was nice, and he did touch her a lot. Her arm, her shoulder, her upper thigh, and then he pulled her next to him in the tub and put his hand on her breast, and began to lightly fondle it.

They spoke about her workout regimen, and he had actual questions on how she balanced her caloric intake against her workouts. “You didn’t get that ass from a spin class, how do you keep it big and hard like that?”

“That’s what she said,” Vixxen said under her breath, from a TV show she had been watching.

Larry laughed, in a very creepy manner.

She didn’t mind his hand on her breast and he kept it there, and she didn’t mind his eyes on her tits, and he kept them on her as well.

She noticed that the rest of the group was keeping to themselves, far from the hot tub. The party was changing, with few people there, and the people there were now mostly involved in sex acts, and not with the person they came with for the most part.

She had been introduced to many of them in recent months, and she could see that a few wives and girlfriends were making out with men they hadn’t come with, and one beautiful girlfriend was sucking off a guy who wasn’t her boyfriend on some pool furniture. Two of the girlfriends were making out in the pool while two men watched them. This party was getting sexual fast. Suddenly she wasn’t so sure.

Vixxen excused herself, to go get a snack from a kitchen nearby the pool area for residents who hosted parties.

She was very self aware as she walked into the kitchen, grabbing a towel to dry off a bit, as not to get the floor all wet.

She placed the towel on the counter. She was comfortable in her skin, if not at all comfortable with being naked and alone, nor with what her husband wanted her to do with his boss that night.

He wanted her to earn him a promotion with a fuck. He called her a whore quite a lot more and more often, doing this for him wouldn’t help her with that perception at all. But if he already though her a whore, what different did it make?

But as she felt the cool night breeze, and was becoming a bit lost in the music. Fuck Mason. Fuck that hypocrite who jerked off to her talking about fucking a woman, then called her an abomination for fucking a woman.

She found a spread of fruit, crackers, cheese and cured meat. Very little of which she would normally consume, but she did put some grapes and strawberries on a small plate.

There was music playing and she allowed herself to get into it a bit, gently swaying to the rhythm. Vixxen was a professional dancer, and was trained in classical dancing as well, she could look good dancing to anything.

Larry excused the rest of the guests, and quietly walked into the kitchen, awestruck at the beauty before him.

“My god, Mason has done well,” Larry thought. He had fucked his share of strippers, Mason had as well, Larry had been there for some of them. But none of them had anything on this tall black goddess of a woman.

Beautiful toned legs, a narrow waist, and a fucking work of art in a big muscled ass. Thank the gods Mason was kissing ass to get the promotion, Larry decided he needed to drag out that choice for a while, to see what he could get out of it. Maybe more than just tonight. He wanted all of the beauty he could get.

“Let’s get through tonight first,” Larry thought.

Larry was a fit man, but not a big man, or a young man. Where her husband had told him Vixxen was almost twenty four, Larry was almost fifty, and it showed. He was 5’6” if he really stood up straight with shoes on, and he was lean and on the thin side.

He dropped his swim trunks, and walked up behind the beautiful dancing woman. She had her legs somewhat spread as she swayed to the music, unaware of him.

Her mind seemed to be somewhere else, gently dancing, enjoying the snack, and Larry didn’t know it but she was enjoying being naked in front of people again.

As he got closer, her body became even more appealing, her ass just kept getting bigger and more muscular. He realized just how tall she was, at least 5’10”, maybe taller. He weighed 140lbs, he would be surprised if he outweighed her by much. He had to have her, tonight.

She was startled and overturned her plate as she felt something between her ass cheeks, it was a hard cock, it had been pushed well up between them.

She felt a man close behind her, and felt hands move around the sides of her ass, pulling her into him. “Well here we go,” Vixxen thought to herself. This is why Mason has brought her to this place.

This is why she had been presented to his boss in this way, she looked over her shoulder, she could see it was Larry.

She felt Larry start kissing her neck, and felt him place his cock between her legs and start working it against her pussy.

It had been a while since she had sex, months at this point, her body responded quickly to the contact. She was dripping wet almost as soon as he touched her body in a sexual way.

She needed this, Mason wanted her to do this, and she had no clothing. If Larry wanted her, and she needed a good fuck, who cared if it was wrong. Who was to say it was even wrong?