Tara's Party

Tara's party was catered, but that didn't mean the **** was off the hook as far as food went. The hapless harem girl was still put to work unwrapping and laying out a veritable feast of appetizers. "You can't eat anything," Tara said. "But hit the liquor. I want guests to have a drunk slavegirl to take advantage of."
"Yes Mistress," came the happy response.
"Oh, and one last thing. I want you looking towards the ground at all times unless specifically told to look somewhere else. I think it will be sexy having you serve everyone here without seeing their faces. Plus a lot of the guests have really sexy feet."

When the first guests arrived, the harem girl was there to take their coats and offer them her sexual services. "I live to fulfill your desires," she said.
"Kiss me on the cheek," said a man's voice. He was rewarded with a quick peck.
"I can beat that. Kiss the bottoms of my feet." She too got what she asked for.
On it went. Each time a new guest arrived, the unfortunate former actress would offer her services, as both coat girl and harem girl. Her ass and breasts were grabbed. She was groped, made to kiss, made she show her tits and ass and legs. Summer was screaming inside. Who were these people who were using her?
Once the guests had all arrived, the duties of the Harem girl changed. She was put in the corner of one of the rooms and told to maintain a slow, sensual bellydance. Every now and then she would be asked to serve the guests drinks, and would happily comply, usually taking a shot herself. After half an hour she was so exhausted from dancing that being told to give a guest a foot rub was a welcome rest. Those feet became the sex ****'s whole world as she did everything she could to give their owner pleasure. She was so drunk she could barely focus, but somehow she never took her eyes off them. "This feels so good," her client said.
"I exist to please, my lady."
After that, it seemed like everyone wanted a massage from the harlot. But then she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Meet me in the guest bedroom," someone whispered in her ear.