Something… DIY. And Minimalist.

“We couldn’t find anything, so we like, made this real quick,” said Allen with a smile. Odis was behind him laughing himself silly. He held up a monstrosity made of spare change and a dollar bill, held together with super glue and fishing line. One nickel for each of my tits, and a dollar folded into a triangle to cover my pussy. That was IT. All suspended by fishing line.

“Absolutely fucking not,” I protested the entire time they tied the damn thing onto my body. “This is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen.”

“We should do a photo shoot!” yelled Zach, eyeing me up from a distance. “This is just too damn good!”

I spent a half hour catering to the very specific demands of a group of boys who wanted to see me humiliate myself in every single playboy-style pose they’d ever seen. Kneeling, laying down, straddling a raft, bent over the pool railing, cramming a pool noodle into my mouth…

“Smile!”

“Look hornier!”

“Push your boobs together!”

This was the main event at the “party” until they got bored and made me act as their poolside waitress, pouring and serving them booze from dad’s liquor cabinet on a little round tray.

“Okay, I’ve had enough games. Michael, can I plow your sister?” Odis asked out of the blue. I finished pouring Zach’s drink and my heart sank to my stomach. Odis’s dick was downright monstrous. And he was not gentle.