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Her four male co- workers and their clients enjoy the fringe benefits of a hot babe who wears whatever they want her to and fulfills all their sexual needs and fantasies upon demand. (M+/F, reluc, exh, intr, mast, oral, anal, bd) *** THURSDAY MORNING Thursday. That meant it was time for Cori Banks' most revealing outfit of the week. And that was saying something, considering what she had worn and would wear the rest of the week. Monday it was a backless red mini-dress that barely covered her thong-divided ass and revealed ample cleavage. Tuesday was a little blue tube top and some matching blue hot pants. Wednesday had been a mini- skirt with a thong underneath and a tiny crop-top sweater (with no bra, of course). She already knew tomorrow would Daisy Duke day. For Saturday, she would be instructed to wear a wildcard outfit, which could be anything the staff chose for her. At 22 years old, Cori had been dressing like this every day for work for the past two years. Those who didn't know better might have guessed she was a stripper or call girl. Far from it. Cori worked at an auto body and modification shop called, "The Hard Body Shop." Two years ago, her hiring — which prompted the name change from Ben's Body Shop — saved the shop, bringing in countless new business. That wasn't easy to do in little Darien, Georgia, and its population of just over 30,000. But Cori, who would never consider herself a slut or do anything she wasn't comfortable doing, had agreed to come in and help keep the books along with providing customer service and doing some advertising. How could she help draw business? By putting her incredible body on display in tantalizing outfits for any customers to ogle at. Ben, the 28-year-old shop owner, and his three mechanics, John, Ty and Chad, had developed a weekly wardrobe and dress code for Cori. This included some general rules such as no bras and mandatory heels every day, and a list of specific attire for each day of the week. Every Thursday was bathing suit thong day, her most revealing outfit of all. She didn't wear the same outfit every week. On the contrary, she never wore the same outfit from one week to the next, unless specifically requested by someone at the shop. Otherwise, she was required to have a different mini-dress every Monday, hot pants on Tuesday, etc. from what she wore the week before. For this reason, she had at least a dozen variations of her daily outfits. Of the bikini thongs, she had three times that many. This was a favorite of all the guys at the shop, as well as the customers, and they were constantly buying her new ones to wear for them. In fact, they bought all her clothes at the shop. Her wardrobe budget was nearly as large as her $25,000 salary. Under normal circumstances, this wouldn't be much of a living, but Cori had almost no expenses to speak of. Plus, she earned bonuses that supplemented her income nicely. She was far from rich, but making ends meet wasn't a problem. The shop provided her a small, fully-furnished townhouse next to the shop. It was rent-free and she had only to pay her utilities and cable. The shop also gave her a free lease on a red convertible Corvette, which had the company logo — a sexy profile of Cori herself — on the side, a front license plate that read "Hottie" and a back plate that read "Hard Body." Again, all she had to pay for was gas. Her benefits included full medical, dental and vision coverage. She even had free use of a gym (which was located in a separate room behind the shop), and a tanning bed. The shop paid for her lunch every day as well. And, of course, all her clothes were paid for by the shop, except for whatever she chose to wear on her own time, which she had little of since the publicity had really picked up. It seemed like everyone wanted a piece of her time and usually a piece of her. Fortunately, her body was committed only to the four guys at the shop, and even their privileges were restricted to a certain number of times per week. Cori was no slut. She knew it and so did the guys she worked with. She was a key part of the shop and the guys were not only her co-workers, but also her best friends. They respected her, treated her very well and she was happy to please them visually and physically in return. She hoped they would like today's outfit, and, after putting it on, was sure they would. Cori wasn't conceited about anything, including her looks, but she knew guys found her attractive and why. She was 5-6, 120 pounds and had an incredible, all natural, 36C-22-34 body. She had natural, golden blonde hair just past her shoulders. Often, she'd wear it in a ponytail. She had blue eyes, a pert nose, full lips, a pretty white smile and small dimples. As pretty as her face was, however, it was all about that magnificent body. A hard body, as the guys liked to call it. Her breasts were very full, round and firm, sitting high on her chest with no signs of sagging and no need for a bra, except to conceal her long, rubbery nipples which were extremely sensitive and seemed to be erect — or at least partially so — all the time. She had a firm, round, bubble-butt of an ass and a tight little pussy with juicy thick lips and light blonde hair carefully trimmed into a tiny "landing strip". Her legs were very long, and shapely with athletic thighs and slender calves and ankles. She had a naturally golden brown complexion enhanced by frequent tanning. She had only subtle, very small tan lines as she generally sunbathed nude. When she didn't she wore only the skimpiest of string bikinis. She had a small red heart tattooed on her left ass cheek and a pierced navel with a small gold ring in it. A cheerleader, tennis player and gymnast in high school, Cori was in even better shape now. She worked out most every day and concentrated her workouts on enhancing the most desirable parts of her body. Today's thong swimsuit did a pretty good job of bringing out her highlights as well. It was a gold one- piece, but oh, how little that piece covered. Two thin gold bands — about the width of a ribbon on a package — connected behind her neck and dropped down over her breasts. The strips were barely wide enough to cover her nipples, let alone the rest of her healthy breasts. More than three-fourths of her breasts were left exposed by the tiny suit. The thin bands of gold cloth connected to a thin gold string at her hips. This string — about the width of a shoelace — went high up on her hips, ,then plunged toward her crotch. There, it came together at a little triangle of fabric that managed to cover all of her pubic hair. The string re-emerged on her backside in the form of a thong separating her perfect ass cheeks and then separating into the two pieces that rode over her hips. Her back was completely bare, except for the thin loop of string wrapped around her neck connecting to the thin strips of fabric covering her nipples. Cori looked at herself in the full-length mirror, carefully adjusting the suit. She noticed that the crotch was barely wide enough to cover both pussy lips. It would be hard to keep her pussy completely covered by the thin strip of fabric. Of course, she didn't think anyone would complain if she was unsuccessful. The suit was so tight that the straps touching her nipples didn't touch her skin again until they connected to the hip string. Every movement threatened to pop her tits right out of the tight material. In addition to the amazing small, form-fitting suit, Cori wore a pair gorgeous pumps with tiny straps around her ankles. The gold color of the suit and shoes played perfectly off her golden brown skin. When she first started at the shop, Cori had been a bit apprehensive about these outfits. But since the whole attractive girl strategy had been her idea, she could hardly balk at it. She was surprised that after only a couple of days, her anxiety was completely gone. She didn't feel uncomfortable in these revealing outfits at all. While she didn't get off on showing off, she did appreciate the attention everyone paid to her and took pleasure in providing her co-workers and customers with a pleasing view. She felt it was her duty and her way of contributing to her workplace. She took great pride in her work and believed in the growth and value of the shop. Everything she did was with the intention of helping the shop, its workers and its customers. If they benefited, her rewards would come, too. She had always been a team player, and that was her attitude here. It just so happened, her role was sweet and sexy clerk girl. It was a role she found she could play well and made her feel valuable to the shop. She knew she was needed, wanted, liked, respected and appreciated here, and that made her feel good. So, it was with no apprehension or ego, but with plenty of pride that Cori made final adjustments on her suit, checked her hair and makeup and headed off to work. Since her townhouse was literally in the lot next to the shop, Cori enjoyed the luxury of walking to work every morning. Her hours were from 9 to 4 Monday through Friday and from 8 to noon on Saturday. The guys split their shifts, two working each day from 7 to 3 and the other two working from 10 to 6. Three of the four worked from 7 to noon on Saturday, each taking every fourth Saturday off. This week, Ben and Chad had the early shift and were, of course, both already hard at work when she arrived. Chad was working on a car in the garage while Ben was talking to a customer — Cori recognized the man in his 50s, but couldn't remember his name — near the front desk. Their conversation stopped and heads turned as Cori walked in. She was used to this sort of reaction when she entered a room dressed like this, but smiled and glanced down shyly, letting them know she was flattered at their speechless reaction. "Wow! Good morning, Cori," Ben said. "Great outfit today. Turn around and give us a good look." "Good morning," Cori responded, spinning around slowly at Ben's request. "Thanks. I like it. This is the one John ordered out of that catalog a couple weeks ago. It just came in the mail yesterday." "Yeah, he's got good taste," Ben said, staring at the way the ribbon-like suit wrapped around her curvy body like she was some sort of package waiting to be opened. "What do you think, Mr. Bell?" Bell — Jeff Bell — that was his name, Cori remembered. He had been in a few times before, but was not one of the regulars. She remembered the man's daughter, Sue or Sally, something like that, had been a couple years ahead of her in school. "One of your mechanics picked this out?" Mr. Bell asked, obviously approving of Cori's attire. "I think I owe that man a beer. Make that a case." "Old John doesn't drink, but I'm sure he'll be glad to hear you approve. We aim to please here. Isn't that right, Cori? "Sure is!" Cori said. "Good morning, Mr. Bell. How's your car?" "Not too bad," he said. "Just a couple of dings in the side from some kids hitting it with a baseball. Shoulda brought it in a long time ago, but I kept putting it off. Looks like I picked a good day to finally do it." "You're right, Mr. Bell, but I'd say every day's a good day around here," Ben said. "Chad should have your car done in about an hour. You're welcome to wait here or come back and pick it up later." Mr. Bell, his eyes still fixed on Cori, didn't hesitate, "I think I'll wait here." Ben laughed and Cori smiled. Most customers made the same choice. "I thought you might say that," Ben said. "Cori, make sure Mr. Bell is comfortable, will you please?" "Of course," Cori said. Ben went back to the garage to check on Chad and, more importantly, to give Mr. Bell some one-on-one time with Cori. "Mr. Bell, why don't you come have a seat?" She took him by the arm, purposely letting his hand brush against her thigh, and led him to the lounge area. Without a doubt, The Hard Body Shop had the nicest waiting area of any garage in the state, possibly the country. It was a huge room, open and connected to the front desk area, but it was set off and decorated to look like a man's fantasy den. Foremost among the amenities were two leather sofas, four leather recliners and a 52-inch wide screen TV mounted on the wall. A large area rug rested in the middle of the furniture and there was a one of those fake-flame fireplaces under the TV. Just off to the side of the TV/seating area was a pool table, a dart board and a small kitchenette which featured cold beverages and snacks, including chips and pretzels. On the wood-paneled walls were three large framed prints of male fantasy. One was a picture of a Pamela Anderson in high heels, shredded cutoffs and a white tank top tied tightly at her clearly fake breasts bent over the hood of a sports car. On another wall was a print of Tyra Banks, wearing nothing but a LA Lakers jersey, which was just long enough — or too long, depending on how you looked at it — and a pair of black stillettos. She was standing at center court, with her hand on her hips, the arena dark except for a spotlight on her and her bulging cleavage and amazing legs. The third framed poster was of Anna Kournikova in a pair of short, skin tight white shorts, white tennis shoes and a tight yellow halter top. Her hair was in a pony tail and her dark tan skin glistened with sweat. Surrounding these large prints were literally hundreds of smaller frames, some 8x10 and some 5x7, with images of other babes. All of the images were "R" rated – skimpy and revealing clothing, but no actual nudity. Publicity images of porn stars such as Racquel Darrian, Jenna Jameson, Kobe Tai, Anna Malle, Tori Welles, Ginger Lynn, Amber Lynn, Teri Weigel and several others adorned one section. Another section included famous models, such as Kathy Ireland, Claudia Schiffer, Elle MacPherson, Heidi Klum, Gieselle Bundchen, Yamila Diaz, Shaune Bagwell, Cheryl Tiegs, Christie Brinkley, Tyra Banks, Rachel Hunter, Bo Derek, Katie Price, Brooke Richards, Stacy Williams, Rebecca Romijn, Brooke Burke, Paris Hilton, Ali Landry, etc. Another section was devoted to TV and movie stars, such as Jennifer Aniston, Alyssa Milano, Charlize Theron, Farrah Fawcett, Cheryl Ladd, Catherine Bach, Pamela Anderson, Shannon Elizabeth, Heather Locklear, Heather Thomas, Halle Berry, Vanessa Angel, Phoebe Cates, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Leah Remini, Jennifer Lopez, Elizabeth Berkeley, Deborah Shelton, Nikki Cox, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Denise Richards, Carmen Electra, etc. Still another section included musical stars such as Britney Spears, Shania Twain, Christina Aguilera, Faith Hill, Gwen Stefani, Mariah Carey, Toni Braxton, Beyonce Knowles, Jessica Simpson, etc. Another section consisted of Playboy centerfolds. The names weren't all famous, but the faces, bodies and images certainly were. There was a sports and fitness section, including images Summer Sanders, Anna Kournikova, Suzy Favor, Jenny Finch, Stacey Kiebler, Trish Stratus, Cori Nadine, Dena Doster, Kiana Tom, Tylene Buck and dozens of pro and college cheerleaders. More anonymous babes were depicted in various outfits, including bathing suits, lingerie, mini-dresses, short skirts and cutoff shorts. Finally, one section was devoted to pictures of Cori in her many different outfits. Some of these were from her calendars, but some were never reproduced anywhere else . They were photos of her with some of the customers, sometimes with their arms around her, sometimes with her sitting on their laps, etc. These and the other photos were the subject of much conversation among both the staff and the customers. A large coffee table sat in the middle of the seating area and was filled with men's-interest magazines and catalogs. There were car and sports magazines, the daily newspaper, Playboy and Playboy special issues, Maxim, Stuff, FHM, Victoria's Secret catalog, Frederick's of Hollywood catalog, etc. Along with the TV was an impressive collection of tapes, including Sports Illustrated Swimsuit diaries, Victoria's Secret fashion shows, cheerleader calendar diaries, Playboy Playmate videos, etc Cori made sure one of these was playing at all times, unless there was a game or other shows people wanted to watch instead. On the rare occasion children or women were in the shop, Cori would switch to regular TV. Cori sat Mr. Bell down in one of the leather recliners and handed him the latest Playboy "Girls of Summer" special issue and offered him a drink. He asked for some coffee and a danish and watched with great interest as Cori turned and walked away. The Playboy in his lap and the Victoria's Secret special on TV couldn't distract him from the site of Cori's delectable ass and perfect legs in motion. Mr. Bell was happily married and would never dream of cheating on his wife, which was probably one of the reasons he wasn't a regular here. But he sure didn't mind taking a look at a hottie like Cori and was damned if he wasn't going to get an eyeful before he left. He certainly got that as Cori bent over at the waist — she did this without even thinking about it any more — to pick up the danish off the table. With her legs ever so slightly apart, Mr. Bell got a great view of the thin material struggling to conceal her tender pussy lips. What he felt wasn't lust or temptation to cheat on his wife, but merely genuine appreciation for the near-perfection of her body. There was no harm in that. Staying bent over, Cori twisted to pour out a cup of coffee. In all, Mr. Bell was treated to a good 30 seconds of Cori bent over in front of him. Finally, she picked up the danish and the coffee and turned to bring them to him. Her breast jiggled slightly as she gave him broad, genuine smile and walked briskly back toward him. "Thank you," he said, accepting the breakfast from her and returning her smile. "Of course," she said. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" It was an innocent question, but Cori knew most men didn't think of it that way. Mr. Bell was no different, as a variety of images of exactly what Cori could do for him flashed through his head. "No thanks, I think I'm fine," Mr. Bell said. "Good. Mind if I join you?" Cori asked. "Of course not," Mr. Bell said. Cori grabbed a bottled water and sat down on an ottoman, which she wheeled over by Mr. Bell's chair. As always, she was conscious of the way she displayed her body. She sat with her legs spread, providing ample view of her thinly covered pussy. Her long legs were on display, and her golden fuck-me heels sparkled from the sun coming through the windows. She leaned forward slightly, pushing her breasts together and amplifying her already impressive cleavage. Her hands were at her sides, resting on the edge of the ottoman. "I'm sorry, Mr. Bell," Cori said, sipping her water and fidgeting with the straps of her bathing suit, "but I forget where you work." "I'm a chiropractor. My office isn't here in town – it's over in Taylor, about 30 miles from here. That's why you don't see me around much." "Oh yeah," Cori said. "I knew that. So I bet you get asked all the time about people with sore backs and stuff, huh?" "Sure, but I don't mind, really," Mr. Bell said, hoping that this was leading to Cori asking for some chiropractic work. He would love to get his hands on her, even if only to crack her back. "Well, I've been having this little bit of stiffness in my lower back lately," Cori said. "Ben says he thinks it's from working out too hard. Could that be it?" "Sure, it could be," Mr. Bell said Yeah, right, he thought to himself. Like there's any chance her back hurts from anything other than trying to stand up straight with those big knockers. "It could just be the way you're sleeping on it or even just a little strain from lifting something, especially since I notice you like to bend at the waist instead of the knees." "Hmm, well, is there anything you'd suggest for the next time it flares up? Should I come see you?" "You're welcome to come in any time," Mr. Bell said, adding to himself, by all means, come in and I'll check you out very thoroughly. "Or, if you'd like, I could take a look at it now and maybe show you some stretching exercises you can try." "Really!?" Cori feigned surprise. "That'd be great. But I hate to impose." "No problem at all," he assured her. "Why don't you lay down on the pool table where we can stretch you out?" It was far from Cori's first time on the table. Many times she was asked to climb aboard in order to dance for customers or perform for her co-workers. And on many an occasion she had been bent over the table and fucked by her co-workers in some of their after-hours sessions. There would be no fucking this time, but Cori knew there was going to be plenty of touching and she wanted to make sure Mr. Bell knew that was all right. The shop placed no restrictions on customers touching Cori in "non-violent" manners so long as she had no problem with it. The regulars knew Cori's basic ground- rules, which the shop supported fully. Cori accepted light touching anywhere on her body, such as a hand on her thigh or an arm around her waist. She also allowed occasional light grabbing or pinching of her ass and fondling of her breasts, so long as it didn't threaten to leave marks. Anything harsh enough to leave a mark for more than a second or two was strictly off limits, including the staff. If she was going to be showing off 95% of her body every day — or 98% like she was today — it wouldn't do to have bruises and red marks left by overly aggressive hands. Most of the customers understood and agreed with this and very seldom were there any problems. Mr. Bell certainly wasn't looking to cause trouble, either, but he was quite anxious to lay his hands on this hottie. She climbed on the pool table, crawling on her hands and knees to the center of the table. Mr. Bell's view — featuring Cori's delectable ass — was breathtaking. "Where exactly have you been having the pain?" he asked. "Right here," she pointed to a spot very low on her back. "It doesn't hurt bad. It just seems to tighten up sometimes." "All right," Mr. Bell said. "Go ahead and lay down flat on your stomach." Of course, with a pair of 36C's, Cori couldn't lay flat, but she did her best. She folded her arms under her head and spread her legs slightly. Her bubble ass, basically bare with the thong tucked securely between her cheeks, protruded nicely, the curve accentuated by the dip in the small of her back and her long, lean legs. Standing next to the table, Mr. Bell put his hands on her lower back, touching the point where she said it hurt. "OK, you say the pain usually comes from here?" he asked, lightly touching her soft skin. "Does it hurt when I touch it?" "Not a bit." Mr. Bell proceeded to rub her lower back, probing with his finger tips, feeling for tightness. Of course her back is tight, he thought, everything on this girl is tight, including her clothes. His probing fingers discovered no problems, but it wasn't for a lack of searching. She didn't really need any treatment, but there was no chance he was going to pass up this opportunity. "I'd say you have just a little muscle tightness, nothing serious," he said. "But to be safe, I'd like to do a couple other simple examinations, just to make sure." "Oh, that would be great," Cori said. "It won't hurt will it?" "Not at all, unless you really do have some muscle or spine damage," he said. "Now, if you please, roll over on her back and bring your knees up so your feet are flat on the table." Cori did so, and Mr. Bell noticed she had to hold her bathing suit straps in place against her nipples. The fabric was stretched so taut over her breasts that Mr. Bell expected the thin straps to snap like rubber bands. Unfortunately, they held, but he still got an ample close-up of her oh-so-firm breasts. They were so large, he had initially assumed they were fake, but their natural roundness and firmness made him think they might actually be real. Which would make them all the more impressive. "Forgive me for asking, but are your breasts real?" Mr. Bell asked. "No problem. Yeah, they're all me. Nothing fake. Do you think I need implants?" "Oh no, not at all. I think they're pretty much perfect now. I was just curious. Extra-large fake breasts can lead to back problems sometimes, you know. But I don't think that's a problem for you at all. Don't change a thing." Just then, the phone rang. Cori sat up to get it, but saw Ben walking out of the garage, motioning for her to stay put while he picked it up. When he hung up the phone, he came over to the table. "What are you two up to?" he asked, smiling. "Some form of pool I don't know about?" "No," Cori grinned. "Mr. Bell's helping me with my sore back." She winked quickly, letting Ben know to play along, even though she had never complained of a sore back. "Well that sure is nice of you, Mr. Bell," Ben said. "So how bad of shape is she in?" "Oh, she's in magnificent shape. She just has a bit of stiffness in her back. I was just about to check for more serious damage, but I think I have a few stretching exercises I can show her that should clear it up." "Good. She's very flexible. She can put her legs behind her head or do the splits, so don't be too easy on her." "Good tip," Mr. Bell smiled, already thinking of the positions he could put her nubile body in. He had to see it. "Really, she can put her legs behind her head?" "Sure. Go ahead and show him, Cori." Locking her eyes on Mr. Bell's and smiling, Cori lifted her legs up over her shoulders, then, leaning her head forward, locked them in behind her neck. They pushed at the sides of her breasts, squeezing them together. One of her straps slipped off her nipple. She reached to put it back, but Ben stepped in before she could. "Here, let me help you with that," he said. He lifted both straps as high as he could — which wasn't far, due to how tight they were — giving Mr. Bell a few seconds to look at her dark nipples before replacing the straps over them. "Mr. Bell," Ben said, pointing to Cori's fully exposed crotch. "Would you mind helping her with her suit. It seems to be pulled up a bit tight." Sure enough, the thin strap of cloth covering her pussy was pulled so taut that it had slipped in between her puffy pussy lips. "Oh, certainly," Mr. Bell said, with a seriousness that made it sound like she had an open wound and he had to stop the bleeding. As he reached out, he found that his hands were actually trembling with excitement. He gripped the fabric where it emerged from her pussy lips. It was loosest here and he could get his fingers under it. Gently and very slowly he pulled up, sliding his fingers under the fabric and, as a fortunate result, between her velvety-soft pussy lips as he went. When he had the entire stretch of cloth out of her pussy, he pulled up on it as high as he could. This had to cause the thong to really dig into her ass, but he wanted to get a good look at her bare pussy before he covered it back up. When he finally placed the suit back over her pussy lips, Mr. Bell lightly patted her twat . looked up and said, "All better?" "Yes, thank you," Cori smiled. "Well," Mr. Bell said, admiring Cori's total package, contorted like a pretzel, tits, ass and pussy on full display, "I guess you really can put your legs behind your head. Very impressive." "Thanks. We did a poster like this once, didn't we, Ben?" Cori asked. "Oh yeah. It's in the calendar this year too," Ben said. "Tell you what, Mr. Bell, since you've been so helpful with Cori, how about a free copy of this year's calendar?" "That would be great," he said. "I guess I better go about earning it. Cori, why don't you go ahead and put your legs back down and I'll continue my examination." Mr. Bell was disappointed to have to tell Cori to put her legs back down, but the disappointment didn't last long. He got to play with her body some more, now. He told her to keep her knees bent, shoes flat on the table. "OK, now keep your shoulder blades flat against the table — Ben, you might want to help her — and I'm going to push her knees to the side. This will twist you back and waist and should tell us if there's any discomfort." Ben held Cori's bare shoulders against the table while Mr. Bell twisted her legs, knees together, first to one side, then the other. He pushed her knees to the table, twisting her body at the waist. As he did so, he ran his hands along her thighs and ass, enjoying the feel of her warm, soft skin. Her tan, like her body, was flawless and her skin was so soft and smooth he wondered if she bathed in lotion every night. "Does that hurt at all?" he asked, holding her legs against the table and staring at her gorgeous ass. "No." "Good. Now roll over onto your hands and knees, please." Cori did, and her heavy breasts, aided by gravity, strained more than ever against their flimsy restraints. Her ass wiggled invitingly as she positioned herself on the table. Mr. Bell directed her through a series of moves. "Now, put your head all the way down on the table ... yeah, that's it ... and now lift one leg and kick it straight out behind you ... perfect ... now the other ... OK, relax. Did any of that hurt?" "Not at all. But now my suit's riding up again. Would you mind?" Cori asked, still on her hands and knees and wiggling her ass. "Certainly!" Mr. Bell said. "Pesky little thing, isn't it?" This time, he approached from the rear, gripping her thong just above her ass crack and pulling on it slowly. First, he pulled up on it, further wedging it into her pussy. Then he let the stretchy material snap back between her ass cheeks and pulled it slowly out of her pussy. Like before, he pulled it away long enough to take a good look before carefully laying it back over her lips. Again, he patted her twat gently, letting her know he was done. "Thanks! Well, what do you think about my back?" "You can get it up now," Mr. Bell said. "I think it's fine. Just a minor strain. Stand up and I'll show you a couple stretches you can do that should help it. If you forget to do them, I'm sure your co-workers and customers will be eager to remind you. "First, put your feet and knees together and bend over straight at the waist. Good, now grab your ankles and hold that pose for 30 seconds. You'll feel a stretching in your back. That's what we want." Both Mr. Bell and Ben stood back and admired the view for the full 30 seconds. "Now, do the same thing, only with your feet spread just a little past shoulder width. No a little wider. That's it. Good. Now hold that for 30 seconds." Ben gave Mr. Bell the thumbs-up sign. "Yeah, Cori," Ben said. "I definitely think you should do these exercises every day." "Well, actually, she should do them at least three times a day," Mr. Bell said. "And more than that couldn't hurt. This next one is good too. Go ahead and cross your legs, then bend over at the waist, grab your ankles and hold for 30 seconds. Excellent! Still no pain right?" "Right," Cori said. These stretches were no problem for her at all. She stretched every day before and after her workout and she was very flexible. "No pain at all." "OK, now go ahead and show me how you can do the splits." Cori, demonstrating her amazing athleticism and flexibility, promptly dropped to the floor, legs fully spread. "Wow, impressive!" Mr. Bell noticed that her suit had again scrunched up between her pussy lips. He didn't wait for her to ask for help this time. He simply stepped forward, crouched down and took matters into his own hands, pulling the suit back into place and, of course, fondling her velvety pussy in the process. "Now, put your hands on your lower back and twist as far as you can, both to your left and right sides, keeping your legs split," Mr. Bell instructed, noting how this put not only her pussy on display, but how putting her hands behind her back forced her tits to stick out even more prominently than usual. "Now, lean forward, stretch your arms out in front of you and lean forward as far as you can with your legs still spread. That's it. Touch your forward to the carpet if you can. Excellent!" The men stood behind Cori to get a good view of her ass in the position. "All right, you can stand up," Mr. Bell said, again adjusting Cori's suit for her — both on her tits and pussy — as she stood up. "If you do those exercises at least three times a day, every day, that should help." "Great! Thank you so much," Cori said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek and a hug, squeezing her tits against him. "I feel better already." Just then Chad came out to tell Mr. Bell his car was ready. "All done, Mr. Bell," he said. Then he noticed Cori for the first time that morning. "Wow, nice outfit, Cori. I'd say that's about a 95!" "You think?" Cori smile. "It is pretty skimpy." "What's a 95?" Mr. Bell asked. "Oh, that's how we rate Cori's outfits for skimpiness," Chad explained. "A 95 means that 95 percent of her body is exposed. That would be a record, I think. She's usually around 75 or 80 percent in her skirts and tank tops." "Well, if you rate them for how she looks in them, this one's a 10," Mr. Bell said. Everyone seemed to agree on that, including John and Ty, who came walking in. "Definitely a record," John said, clearly proud of his selection. "Top that, Ty." "Well, it will be fun trying, won't it, Cori?" Ty said. "We'll have to look through the catalogs and see what we can find." Cori took a couple of photos with Mr. Bell before he left and Ben promised to send him an 8x10 (to his office of course) as well as adding Mr. Bell to the wall at the shop. Mr. Bell drove off with his calendar in hand and a huge smile on his face. How many repair shops left their customers feeling that good after forking over $600? Not many, and that's why Cori was so valuable to the shop. A sexy outfit and a few harmless poses had made Mr. Bell's day and, because she understood what this was all about, Cori felt nothing but pride in herself and her role. Ben was also proud of her, but moreover, her little stretching exercise with Mr. Bell had left him quite horny. He hadn't used one of his nights with Cori last night, so he was more than ready for some action. "You fellas know what you need to do back there?" he asked the guys. They, of course, knew what he meant and told him to go ahead — they had plenty of cars to work on and John would watch the front desk. Ben took Cori by the hand and led her to his office and closed the door. This wasn't at all unusual. The guys were each allowed a certain number of sexual encounters with Cori each week. Being the owner, of course, Ben had the most, being assured of 5-10 per week. John, the senior mechanic, had her 3-5 times per week and Ty and Chad had her 2-3 times each. The guys were not permitted to exceed their allotment. To help ration out everyone's time, they came up with a weekly schedule for each night. A full night — which could begin as soon as work ended and last until morning — counted as two on each man's weekly allotment, whether they had sex with her one time or six times during the night. The guys were flexible on their nights and would frequently trade to accommodate one another's schedule, but in general, Ben took Cori on Sundays, Tuesdays and Fridays, accounting for six of his 10 weekly encounters. John took Mondays and Thursdays, leaving him with just one other time during the week. Ty and Chad alternated Saturday nights and Wednesday nights, each taking one additional turn sometime during the week. On these nights, the guys could basically do whatever they chose with Cori. Sometimes, they wanted to go on "dates", taking her to eat, or to a movie or a game. Sometimes, they stayed in all night. Sometimes, they went to her place, sometimes to their own and sometimes to a hotel. The men generally used their non-nightly encounters for at-work or right-after-work sex. Ben was spending one of his four "floating fucks", as the guys called them,, now. Cori, of course, willingly followed him into his office, ready to please him as was her job. She knew this would probably be a quick one — they usually were at work. Ben was a sweet guy, but when he got horny, he was very focused on getting off and gave in fully to his animal instincts. He could come across sounding rough and dominant when he got like this, but Cori had learned long ago that in no way did he look down on her. Taking control and being aggressive helped him get off, and there was nothing more to it than that. That's what he did here. He took control. He wasn't interested in small talk or kissing and hugging. He wanted to fuck his hot-as-hell shop clerk. After closing the door, he started barking orders and unzipping his pants. "Show me what you learned from, Mr. Bell," he said gruffly. "Bend over and grab your ankles. That's it, show me that hot little ass. Do you know how bad he wanted to fuck you? I bet he jacked off on his way home just thinking about what a slut you are." Cori didn't say a word. She wasn't a bit scared; Ben would never harm her and she knew he didn't consider her a slut. But she knew that this little power play was like a fantasy to him. She was very important in that fantasy, of course, but her role didn't call for any speaking parts right now. She was supposed to do whatever he told her to and speak only if told to. "Spread those legs like you did for Mr. Bell. That's it, show me that pussy, too." He stood behind her now and pulled up on her thong until it tightened and slipped between her pussy lips again. "Oh dear, your pussy's showing again! Let me help you with that, you naughty slut." He was see-sawing the thong back and forth across her clit now. Cori displayed her incredible balance, holding her position without wavering. "Your pussy's wet. You liked it when he touched you, didn't you. Yeah, you liked that and that's why you kept losing your thong in your cunt. You naughty little slut," Ben was talking through clenched teeth now, his hard cock rubbing against her soft thigh as he played with her thong. "Put your hands on the coffee table and let's do this right." She had to stand up and take two steps to get to the coffee table in front of his desk. She bent over at the waist again, legs spread, and place her hands on the coffee table, which was at about knee height. This position — which she'd been in many times before — succeeded in keeping her ass at a nice, high level while also allowing her tits to be fondled. Ben got behind her and snapped her thong to the side of her puffy pussy. A moment later, all seven, thick inches of his cock were buried in her pussy. He leaned over her and pulled the straps away from her tits. He gave them a good squeeze, tweaking both rubbery nipples, before putting his hands on her hips and beginning to give her a good, hard fuck. He pounded away at her pussy as he had done so many times before. Always, he was impressed by the tightness and elasticity of her pussy, as well as how hot and wet it got for him every time. It was a rare woman who could be ready to go anytime, anywhere. That was one of the things Ben loved about Cori, and he knew that he did love her. No, not in a marrying sort of way, but in a very close friend sort of way. He thought of their relationship as if he was fucking his best friend's little sister. He liked her, protected her and took care of her, but there was nothing wrong with being hot for her too. The fucking was hard and fast, but far from brutal. He buried his cock to the hilt with every long, hard thrust, never slowing his furious pace until, at last, he spewed a gushing load of thick cream into her accepting pussy, which continued to squeeze his cock for every drop until he pulled out. Then, without needing to be told, Cori turned around, dropped to her knees and cleaned his cock with her mouth. All of the guys like for her to do this, of course, but Ben was the only one who insisted upon it. Not once had he fucked her without her cleaning his cock when he was done. "Whew, I needed that one!" Ben said, stuffing his cock back in his pants. "Thanks, babe. Wow, you really do look hot in that suit. John's in for a good time tonight, especially since he picked that one out." "I hope he likes it," Cori said, putting her suit back in place. "He was so excited when he picked it out." "I saw his face when he came in, he likes it," Ben assured her. "Well, get cleaned up. I'll watch the front desk until you get back." A few minutes later, after a quick but thorough cleanup, Cori came back out to the front, looking as hot and fresh as when she first walked out of her townhouse that morning. Ben and John were both at the front desk while Ty and Chad were in the back, working on a pair of cars. "So do you like your suit, John?" Cori asked, rubbing up next to him. "I sure do. Better than I even imagined," he said, putting his arm around her bare shoulders. "But I do have one suggestion." "Really? What is it?" "Baby oil," John said. "I think you'd look absolutely amazing all oiled up in that suit." "It would probably slide right off her," Ben laughed. "All the more reason to give it a try, huh?" John smiled, and produced a large bottle of baby oil from under the register. "What do you think, Cori?" "Let's try it!" she smiled. "Want to give me a hand — or two?" "Of course," John said, wiggling his fingers. "I better get back to that Chrysler," Ben said, walking toward the garage. "Have fun!" "All right, why don't you have a seat on that stool and we'll get started," John said. Of all the guys at the shop, John was probably the sweetest and most protective of Cori. He was sort of like a father-figure to her, though not in a sick incestual way. Of course, the fact that he had dated her mother long before Cori was born had been the cause of a bit of uneasiness at first, but Cori had long ago cured John of any guilt about fucking her. He was by no means a dirty old man. Sure, he liked to fuck Cori and never shied away from his opportunities, but he was also respectful of her and all women. He often gave Cori advice and was her shoulder to lean on. Cori loved him, too, and repaid his kindness by allowing him to have his way with her and live out every older man's fantasy — fucking a hot young babe less than half his age. Cori always like her evenings with John. She liked all the guys, as a matter of fact, and loved them each in their own way. Ben, of course, had a couple of different sides. Sometimes he wanted to romance a bit, and other times he simply got down to business. Either way, he enjoyed talking dirty and being in control. Ty, who was probably her best friend and the guy she had the most in common with, liked to role play and take Cori out in public. He had a very active imagination and Cori was always happy to live out his fantasies with him. He also had the biggest cock of all of them at a full, very thick 10 and a half inches, and made a genuine effort to pleasure her as well as himself. Chad had the smallest cock, though it was still a respectable six inches, the same length as John's. But John's was significantly thicker than Chad's. But Chad was perhaps the horniest of all the men, which was saying something. He also was the kinkiest and talked the dirtiest. He loved porn and sex toys. He was a lot of fun — a party kind of guy — who Cori loved for his playfulness. He was not someone she could take very seriously and, though she knew he would protect her, was the one she felt least close to. He was the only one she didn't think she'd be friends with if they didn't work together. Though she trusted them all, John was the one she trusted the most, even more than Ben and Ty. She wasn't all that attracted to him physically, of course, but he had a nice body for his age and no trouble getting a hard-on. He was the least adventurous of the guys when it came to sex, but Cori had taught him a lot of new tricks and helped him give in to his natural instincts. So, while he still held back sometimes in fear of hurting her, he was now much more apt to "fuck the shit out of her", make her deep throat him or even fuck her ass. Cori found it fun to tease him and drag the wild beast out of him. She considered it a personal victory to get him to call her a bitch or a slut while he was fucking her. That just wasn't in his nature and it was fun to see it when he let himself go. She could tell he was feeling particularly frisky today and knew the suit had a lot to do with it. She gladly yielded to him as he poured oil on his hands, then began rubbing her neck and shoulders. She was sitting on a backless stool behind the counter and John was standing next to her with the bottle of oil on the counter. "Oh, that looks good already," he said, staring at her skin, which now glistened where he had rubbed the oil on it. The oil made her tan appear even darker and her skin feel even smoother and softer. He worked behind her neck and then down her back, gently coating her with oil. He stopped when he reached the spaghetti straps on her hips and came around to the front. One by one, he rubbed down her arms and shoulders, then he moved to her chest. Instead of pouring the oil in his hands first, he now poured a generous amount over her cleavage, letting it run between her breasts, down her stomach and in between her thighs. It began to seep into the suit, making it darker and vaguely transparent, her dark nipples becoming more noticeable through the fabric. "Oooh, that's kind of cold," Cori giggled. "I can see that," John said, noting the rise in her nipples. "Let me warm it up for you." He lifted the strap off one breast and held it with his left hand while he rubbed the oil all over her breast with his right. He copied the procedure on the other breast, thoroughly coating both breasts in oil before replacing the straps over her nipples. "Go ahead and stand up," John told her. She did, and oil began streaming down her thighs to her calves, dripping onto the floor. He knelt down in front of her and rubbed the oil all over her flat stomach, then poured more on, thoroughly drenching the tiny thong covering her pussy. He worked this in, too, lifting the material first to one side of her pussy, then the other, while he rubbed oil all over, including into her pussy lips. Her pussy glistened with moisture, looking more inviting than ever. He replaced the cloth over her pussy and admired the way her cameltoe was defined by the soaked, elastic fabric. He poured another generous amount of oil on her ass, then lovingly rubbed it all over and in between her ass cheeks, pulling the thong out of the way in order to reach every square inch. By now, the bottle was three- fourths empty and there was more than enough of it running down her legs that he didn't have to pour any more. He rubbed all over both legs, making sure she was covered completely. He even had her remove her shoes and rubbed oil on her feet before she put the sexy heels back on. He finished by dabbing a bit of oil on her forehead and cheeks. She was officially covered from head to toe in baby oil and very little else. She looked sleek and sexy, her body glistening, tan and moist. "That's perfect," John whispered, in awe of his own handiwork. "Walk around and let me take a good look, please." Of course Cori was happy to oblige. She walked out from behind the desk and back and forth across the entrance area, spinning around to give him a good view of all sides. They had done a lot of things to her body over the years, but she could never recall being thoroughly covered in oil like this — at least not when she wasn't tanning by the pool or on the beach. She was surprised at how slippery her shoes now were, her feet sliding around in them. And, even though it had seemed like a joke at the time, she found that her suit, despite being tight enough to snap at any moment, really did slide around on her body now and felt like it could slip right off. "Amazing," John said again. Cori was flattered by his genuine appreciation of her beauty. "I think the guys need to see this. There's nothing going on up here. Let's go show 'em." Cori followed him through the swinging double doors into the garage, where Ben, Chad and Ty were all hard at work. "Hey guys," John yelled over the sounds of equipment and loud rock music, "check this out." All three men looked up from their work, then put down their tools and came over for a closer look. They had never seen Cori quite like this before. "Damn, that's hot, John!" Chad said, slapping John on the back and looking at Cori admiringly. "I didn't think you could top the suit, but you sure did," Ben added, laughing. "Has it slipped off yet?" "Not quite, but there's still hope," John laughed. "Shit, Cori, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I don't know if you've ever looked better," Ty said, wide-eyed. "And that's saying something." "Thanks," Cori said, spinning around again to give everyone a good look. They all touched her oily skin, laughing at how slick she was. "Damn, Cori, you're going to make a mess wherever you sit," Ben laughed, clearly not caring if she stained every piece of furniture in the store so long as she looked this good. "And John, you might need to order another of those suits. I think this one might fall apart from all that oil. Or at least be stained." "Don't worry," John said. "I'm going to order about 50 more of these. I'm going to get every color you can think of, and I'm going to get a couple that are a size smaller, just to see what happens." "Go right ahead," Ben said. "Place the order today, if you like. That way a new one will probably be here by next week." John went off to place the order, using the company credit card, of course, and Cori went back to her post at the front desk. She cleaned up the oil on the floor, then placed a towel over her chair and sat down. It was now almost 11 a.m. and it would soon be lunch time. Usually, Cori walked down to the diner three blocks down to get the guys their lunch and bring it back. Sometimes, they had her go to a fast-food place or order pizza. She thought about walking to the diner today and wondered how in the world she'd be able to keep the suit from slipping off her breasts and/or pussy. She didn't mind being scantily clad in public, and had many times had to be conscious of short skirts with no underwear or drastically low-cut tops that cut down to her nipples. But she'd never really worn something quite so revealing as this in public, and certainly not with the very real possibility of it falling off entirely. Harry, the 58-year-old mailman who weighed nearly 300 pounds, came through the door bringing the day's mail. As always, this was the highlight of his day. He loved to deliver to the shop every day and see what the beautiful Cori was wearing. She automatically stood up to greet him, letting take a good look from head to toe. She noticed his eyes bulge a bit when he noticed that her body was covered by oil. "Good morning, Cori," he said. "Great outfit today. Mind if I...?" Before he could get the words out, Cori was already leaning across the counter top, poking her tits out at him. His question was the same every day, and so was her response. He wanted to squeeze her tits, and, of course, she let him. He never put his hands inside her clothes, but today it was hard not to. When he squeezed her right tit, the cloth slid right across her nipple and over her round breast, snapping against her side. "Sorry," he said, nonetheless groping her bare breast and nipple for several seconds before replacing the strap. "Well, thanks. Have a nice day!" Harry said, turning to leave. He took one last glance, then walked away, his day made by one minute of pure joy. Of all the routes in town, he was sure he had the best. Hell, there was a waiting list to fill in for him on his days off. It was all because of Cori at the Hard Body Shop. More to come... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 47