Author's Note: Ann and Jen are back in this sequel to my story "Last Minute Costume". Although this story may make more sense if you read that one first, it's not a requirement.


Jen tightened the leather belt molding the plastic garbage bag "dress" about her waist one more notch and turned toward the door. She took a deep breath and turned the knob. "Here I come!" she shouted before stepping out of the bathroom into the master bedroom.

Jen walked toward the king sized bed where Ann was sitting and patiently waiting and shook her head. "I can't believe I'm doing this again." She turned toward the full length mirror and studied the reflection. "Although I have to admit, your take on the garbage bag dress is way more stylish than mine was."

"I had a little more time to work on it," Ann said. "But your last minute costume will always be a classic."

Jen placed her hands on her hips and shifted from side to side, amazed that once again the only thing covering her body was a three mil plastic garbage bag. However, unlike the shapeless rectangular blob she had worn to the costume party, this garment actually looked almost nice. Ann's version left out some material in strategic areas and added a leather belt around the waist. Had this dress been fashioned from any material other than black plastic, Jen's outfit would easily have passed for a normal summer dress.

"I can't believe you had to go into the bathroom to change," teased Ann. "It's not like I haven't seen you naked before."

"This looks really nice," replied Jen, ignoring the jibe. "For a garbage bag." She smiled at her best friend. "Brings back some pleasant memories."

"And we're about to create some new ones. Thanks Jenny, for doing this. I know this whole deal is a bit off-the-wall. But it's just one of those crazy things I've always wanted to do. You know. One of those fantasies you just can't get out of your head."

"No need to thank me, Annie. I'm totally into this." Jen turned to face her friend. "We're gonna have a blast."

Ann opened the leather bag at her side. "Ready for your accessories?"

"You bet." Jen walked over and held out her arms. "Was this stuff expensive?" Ann tightened a black leather cuff around Jen's right wrist. Then another about her left.

"Kinda expensive." Ann knelt in front of Jen with two more leather cuffs and fastened one about each of Jen's ankles. "But I just couldn't imagine tying you up with anything but the very best." Ann ran her hand up Jen's leg, under the plastic dress, and over her firm bare bottom.

Jen giggled. "You are soooooo considerate!"

"And now for the final touch." Ann carefully fastened a one inch wide black leather collar about her friend's neck. "Done!"

Jen stepped in front of the mirror and posed. "Looks really kinky." She put her finger through the metal loop of her collar and tugged. "And it looks really hot, too." Jen turned back to Ann. "You know Ann, since today's theme is 'Sensory Deprivation' and all, shouldn't I at least get a blindfold?"

"Don't worry," Ann winked as she attached a leash to Jen's collar. "I've got your blindfold. And a few other surprises." Ann led Jen toward the door. "But I need to get you safely down to the garage first."

Earlier that month...

As was their custom every Friday night, Mike, Tommy, Skip and Ken gathered around the octagonal green poker table to play Texas Holdem. Mike had the most chips - he usually did - but Tommy and Skip were holding their own. Ken was nearly broke.

"I'll raise you five bucks," Mike said as he tossed in a red chip. "Did you guys hear about that costume party last week at the Stevens farm house? I heard it was a riot."

"I don't bother with those things," said Ken. "A bunch of drunk jocks, pouring beer on each other. This time in costumes? No thanks."

"Not invited, huh?" said Skip. "Don't feel bad. None of us nerds ever get invited to those things. That's why we spend our Friday nights playing poker."

"I heard Jen Simons was there," Ken said. "And get this. She was dressed in a garbage bag!"

"What's so great about that?" asked Tommy. "Sounds like kind of a lame costume to me."

"A garbage bag. Just a garbage bag! Nothing else. No bra. No panties. Nuthin. Got it?"

Tommy said, "Oh bullshit. She probably had a bikini on."

"Frank Wilson swears she was naked. He says he got a clear shot of her bare ass when Jen was walking up the steps."

"Wow," said Tommy as the image formed in his mind. "Well then, yeah, I suppose that would be kind of hot."

"Fuck yeah!" said Skip.

"I saw Jen and Ann at the mall the other day," said Mike. "Jen was wearing this tiny red denim shirt, tied off, bare midriff, and these tight little blue jean shorts. It was very nice. That girl has it all."

"Correction," said Tommy. "That girl's boyfriend has it all."

"Yeah," said Skip. "Jeff Johnson has got to be the luckiest guy on the planet. Good looks. Rich dad. Big house with a pool. Ultra-hot girlfriend. And it's a nice pool, too." Skip reclined and closed his eyes. "Damn," he sighed. "I'd give anything to see Jen Simons in a bikini."

"Fuck that! I'd give two anythings to see Jen Simons naked!" Ken added emphatically as he grabbed his crotch.

Tommy raised his beer. "I'll drink to that."

Skip followed suit. "Bottom's up!"

"Come on Tommy," Mike teased. "Why are you focusing on Jen? Everybody knows that Annie has a crush on you."

"Yeah. I know," Tommy frowned. "She asked me to the Sadie Hawkins dance last year."

"Why didn't you go?" asked Mike. "She's cute."

"I just had a tooth pulled. I was out of it. Remember?" Tommy replied defensively. "Besides, she's always hanging out with Jen. They're best friends. How do you expect me to cope with something like that?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" asked Skip.

"Don't you get it? It's like when you're walking through a parking lot and you see a Jaguar XJ parked next to a Toyota Camry. There's no comparison." Tommy shrugged.

Skip frowned. "So Jen is the Jag and Ann is the Toyota?"

"You're full of shit, you know," Mike said. "A hell of alot more people drive Toyota Camrys than Jaguars. They're very nice reliable cars."

"Yeah, bro," Skip chimed in. "And let's face it. You can't afford a Jaguar."

After taking a shortcut through Baxter Park, Tommy crossed the busy road and coasted his 15-speed mountain bike into the McDonald's parking lot. He dismounted, locked his bike to the bike rack, and entered the restaurant.

"Over here!" Skip waved him over. Ken was seated next to him. Both guys were nursing chocolate milkshakes.

"What's this about?" Tommy held out his smartphone. "Did you guys get this text, too?"

"EMERGENCY MEETING - MCDONALDS 10AM"

"Yeah, we did. Mike's got some super special news he wants to share."

Tommy shook his head. "Why didn't he share this two nights ago when we were playing poker?"

Both guys shrugged. Ken pointed to the window. "I guess you can ask him yourself. There he is."

They all turned to watch Mike's Chevy Blazer pull into an open parking space. Within seconds Mike was trotting up to the table. He grabbed the remaining seat. "You're not going to believe this," he said with an excited smile. "But I'm about to make your dreams come true!"

Mike's three friends sat at attention, as he paused for effect.

"Well?" Ken finally asked.

Mike looked around, making sure nobody was within earshot. He spoke in a hushed voice. "You remember how you guys wanted to see Jen Simons naked? Well, I'm about to make that happen."

Tommy, Skip and Ken looked at each other, then laughed. "Nice joke, Mike," Ken said. "You really got us."

But Mike was not laughing.

"Right. So how are you going to do that?" Tommy asked.

"I know this sounds crazy, but I just got done talking with Ann and she's going to set things up for us."

"Oh really? How?" asked Ken.

"I can't tell you."

"You can't tell us because it's bullshit. Nice try, Mike!" Tommy spoke for all of them. "Lets get out of here, guys."

"Okay, okay. Hold your horses. I'll tell you. But you've got to promise not to tell a soul."

Three guys nodded.

"Here's the thing. Not too many people know this, but Jen and Ann are really, really good friends."

"Come on, Mike," Skip said. "Everybody knows that. They've been best friends since grade school."

"No. I mean really, really, really good friends. Friends with benefits."

Everyone's jaw dropped.

"No shit." Tommy was the first to respond.

"Wow," added Skip. "That's hot."

"Even if that's true," said a still-unconvinced Ken, "how does that fact get us to seeing Jen naked?"

"Here's the thing. You're not only going to see Jen naked, Ann is going to put on a show for us." Mike rubbed his hands together deviously. "The plan is for Ann to talk Jen into doing some kinky sensory deprivation bondage shit. She's going to tie Jen up, blindfold her, and plug up her ears, so she won't be able to see or hear anything."

"You mean so she won't be able to see or hear us," Ken added.

"That's right."

"Wow. That's very hot," said Skip.

"It's hot," agreed Tommy. "If she can pull it off." He thought about it for a few more seconds. "It still doesn't make sense, though. Why would Ann do that? What's in it for her?"

"I don't know," replied Mike. "But Ann said she would do it. She did say there would be some conditions, and she wouldn't tell me what those conditions would be. She said she'd fill us in when the time was right. And we could back out if we didn't like them."

"I'm in," said Skip.

"Me, too," said Ken.

"Well, it can't hurt to see what she's got in mind," Tommy said.

Mike shrugged. "If we don't like Ann's conditions you can walk. Nothing ventured, nothing gained." Mike pushed back his seat and stood up. "So, what do you guys say? Want to check it out?"

Mike maneuvered his Chevy Blazer through the old country road's twists and turns with ease, although he was driving several notches over the speed limit. His passengers, Skip, Ken and Tommy, didn't mind. The nervous energy in the truck was infectious.

"Let me get this straight," said Tommy from the front passenger seat. "We're going to Jeff Johnson's house to see his girlfriend Jen Simon naked. How does something like that happen?"

Mike turned on the truck's lights. Although it was still light outside, the sun was close to setting. "That's the plan. Jeff and his family are in Hawaii for a wedding. Jen is house-sitting. Ann and Jen have the whole place to themselves."

"I heard their house is huge," said Ken.

"Yeah, it is," said Skip. "A few summers ago, when I was working for that pool cleaning place, we used to clean their pool once a week. The house is incredible. They've got about twenty acres."

"Here we are," said Mike, as he navigated the Blazer off of the road and through the open front gate of the Johnson estate. MIke checked his smart phone and tapped the screen several times. "According to the text message Ann sent just me, we're going to meet the girls at the main garage. Keep an eye out for a yellow flag."

"The garage is around the right side of the house," said Skip. "Down by the basement."

Mike followed the driveway and took the fork leading to the right side of the house. Just before they reached the dip leading down to the basement garage, he spotted a small yellow flag in the grass. He pulled the Blazer up to it.

"Wait here a minute," said Mike. "I'll be right back." Mike hopped out of the car and trotted down the grade. He was soon out of sight.

"Do you really think this is going to happen?" asked Tommy.

"I guess we'll just wait and see," replied Ken.

"What the hell? Like Mike said, nothing ventured, nothing gained," Skip added. "At least we got a nice ride through the country out of it."

They didn't wait long before Tommy's head came back into view as he jogged up the grade toward the Blazer. He opened the car door and plopped down in the driver's seat. "Here's the deal," he said, turning toward his friends. "Jen and Ann are in the garage. And we're going to go down to see them now. But you're going to have to be quiet. And you're going to have to stay outside of the circle."

"Circle?" asked Ken. "What circle?"

"You'll see it when we get there." Mike hopped out of the car. "Come on guys. Follow me. And don't forget. No talking! Not a peep!"

The three did as instructed and followed Mike, crouching down as if they were breaking out of a maximum security prison. They shuffled down the short but steep hill and approached the home's four basement-level garage doors. Three of the garage doors were closed. One, however, the second from the end, was halfway open. Three sturdy metal office chairs faced the half open door.

"What's this?" Skip patted one of the chairs. "V.I.P. seating?"

"Shhhhhhh!" said Mike holding his index finger up near his lips, just before the four ducked underneath the door.

When Skip, Ken and Tommy straightened up at the other side of the door, they were shocked by what they saw - Ann and Jen were actually there. Since there were no cars in the first three stalls, the two girls - sparsely lit by a lone ceiling bulb and residue of what little light remained of the day - looked quite alone in the large open space.

As promised, standing barefoot in the center of the garage, wearing some sort of shiny black-plastic dress, was Jen Simons. Jen's eyes were covered by a set of swimming goggles. A large black ball gag filled her mouth. Standing behind Jen, lovingly braiding her friend's hair into a ponytail, stood Ann. Ann wore leather boots, a tight leather skirt, and matching black vest over a white blouse.

Ann waved. "Hi guys," she said in a normal voice. "Don't worry, Jen can't hear us." She signaled for them to come closer and pointed to the ground. "Stay behind the yellow line, okay?" She continued her work on Jen's ponytail.

As the guys approached, the ten foot diameter yellow chalk line Ann had drawn on the concrete floor around Jen, became more visible. Skip, Ken, Tommy and Mike stood silently at its perimeter and watched the two girls interact.

They immediately noticed the black leather cuffs wrapped about Jen's wrists, which were locked together behind her back with a small padlock. This padlock also enclosed the end of a thin but sturdy chain that ran upward toward the ceiling, where it was attached to the heavy steel frame housing the garage door motor. The chain pulled Jen's wrists up slightly. With her arms comfortably extended, Jen's hands hovered about a foot from her plastic-covered bum. Jen's clipped-together ankle cuffs and a wide leather collar rounded out her outfit.

It soon became clear that the sexy plastic dress covering Jen's body was fashioned out of a garbage bag. Jen seemed totally oblivious to the presence of the four men. She was quietly humming to herself while swaying her hips from side to side.

"What's that noise?" Tommy asked softly. "It sounds like music."

"Hi Tommy," Ann said with a friendly smile. "That's Katy Perry. It's one of Jen's favorite albums." She pointed to Jen's ear. "The noise is coming from her earphones."

"What brand?" asked Ken.

"Yeah. And what's the source of the audio?" said Skip.

"Okay, you geeks," Ann said with a knowing smile. "I had a feeling you'd be wanting the details. Listen carefully." She pointed to Jen's ears. "Jen has a set of Pyle swimmer's headphones inside her ear canals. They're 100% airtight and watertight. Back here," Ann pointed to a tiny MP3 player clipped to the goggle strap, "is a Waterfi. It's a modified waterproofed iPod Shuffle." She pointed to the goggles. "These are Nike Challenger swimmer's goggles. I spray painted the insides black." Ann crossed her arms. "Right now, Jen's world is a very dark and very loud place."

"And the garbage bag?" Tommy joked.

Ann smiled. "Husky 42 gallon three mil thick contractor's clean-up bag."

"So we can talk normally and she won't hear us?" Ken asked.

"The iPod is cranked up to level eight. She's listening to a one hour long DJ party mix. Absolutely no quiet parts. Isn't that right, Jen?" Ann reached forward and squeezed her friends boobs through the plastic dress. Jen giggled and shifted around a little.

"Damn. She really can't hear a thing we're saying." Skip was impressed.

"Nope. She can't hear a word." Ann tied off the end of Jen's ponytail with a black elastic band and let it drop on her back. She lifted up the back of Jen's plastic dress, exposing her firm bare bottom, and rubbed it playfully. "And she doesn't have a clue you guys are here right now."

All the guy's jaws dropped. Ann quickly let the plastic fall back down over her friend's cheeks. The four spectators shifted uncomfortably as their brains routed blood to a different part of their anatomy.

"So you guys let me know if you'd like a show."

Ann nodded to Mike. Mike signalled for his three friends to follow him to the other side of the garage door. When they were all on the other side, standing next to the three chairs, the garage door closed.

"Holy shit!" Ken was the first to comment.

"I can't believe this is really happening!" added Skip. "That was unbelievably hot. Hell yes, I want a show!"

"What's the catch?" asked Tommy. 'We still don't know Ann's conditions."

"Okay, here's the thing," Mike said. "Ann doesn't believe that you guys will just quietly sit and watch this awesome show she has planned for you."

"I can see her point," said Ken.

"She wants a guarantee that you guys will stay quiet. And as you can see, she knows you're geeks. So she also wants a guarantee that you don't have any spy cameras or other hidden electronic devices on you."

"How the hell can we guarantee that?" Tommy asked. He pointed to a button on his shirt. "This could be a spy cam. So could Skip's pen. Is she gonna search us? I doubt if she has a metal detector."

Mike took a deep breath. "If you really want a show - and Ann promises me you won't be disappointed - she wants me to duct tape you guys to these three chairs - naked." Ken, Skip and Tommy looked at Mike in disbelief. "And I've got to put duct tape over your mouths, too."

"What the fuck!" said Tommy.

Skip started laughing. "Holy moley! Well, that would certainly guarantee no hidden electronic devices!"

Ken started undressing. "Count me in. I wouldn't miss this for the world."

Tommy suddenly realized there were only three chairs. "Hey, what about you, Mike? You don't get taped? What's up with that?"

"If you guys decide to do this, I've agreed with Ann to sit this one out. I'm going to make sure nothing bad happens to you." He pointed to the top of the grade they had just walked down. "I'm going to pull my car forward there. That way I can keep an eye on you guys. But I won't be able to see what's going on in the garage. Ann and I have been good friends for a long time and she trusts me. You guys - not so much. So if you decide to go ahead with this, I'll be watching your back the same way Ann is watching Jen's back."

"Shit, I hope not," joked Ken. "I kinda liked the way Ann was watching Jen's backside just now. I don't think I'd want you looking at me that way."

"Okay, I'm in," said Skip. "I understand Ann's logic. It makes sense." He turned to his two friends. "Ann's just looking out for Jen. Mike's going to be watching out for us. And if putting on a show for three naked guys turns Ann on a little, I'm okay with it. I don't know about you guys, but I really want to see this."

Tommy, taking note of his friend's votes, threw up his hands. "Shit. Let's do it then," he said.

Skip, Tommy and Ken stared nervously at the closed garage door. When they first spotted the chairs, they hadn't noticed that Ann had drawn precise lines on the driveway specifying the location of each chair, as well each chair's intended occupant.

Tommy, the man in the middle, sat comfortably between his two identically bound and naked friends. In accordance with Ann's precise specifications, Mike had done a thorough job. Tommy's arms were at his side, taped to the chair's back supports at the wrist and above the elbow. Tommy's legs were spread and taped to the chair's legs, once at the ankle and again just below the knee. Three strips of duct tape covered his mouth, insuring his silence.

Tommy chuckled. Ann was nothing if not careful. There was no way Jen would be able to hear him now.

Tommy looked over toward the Chevy Blazer parked about 75 feet away up at ground level off to the side of the house. He could see Mike, who had courteously turned on the interior dome light as a service and reminder to his friends. At the moment, Mike was sitting in the driver's seat, composing a text message on his phone. Mike looked up and, noticing that Tommy was looking his way, flashed the thumbs up sign.

Inside, an electric motor engaged. The garage door slowly opened bathing the three naked men in artificial light.

"HMMMMMM!" the three guys expressed in unison as their eyes adjusted to the well lit scene before them. There not fifteen feet away stood Jen Simons, wrists still locked behind her back to the dangling chain, ankles cuffed, mouth gagged, eyes blindfolded - totally, completely, 100% naked! Exactly as Ann had promised.

Ann pretended not to notice the guys as she liberally coated her friend's tanned skin with baby oil. Jen's magnificent body glistened in the illumination provided by two flood lamps Ann set up at either side of the garage door.

Three wide-eyed guys were not disappointed by the view. Jen's perfect hourglass figure was a wonder to behold. The effect was enhanced by Jen's muted, but very sexy dancing, as she wiggled her hips in time to the loud upbeat music the iPod pumped into her head. She giggled as Ann double-coated her full perfect breasts and chirped when Ann's oil-covered hand slid over her toned abs toward her cleanly shaved pubic region.

Ann courteously turned Jen 90 degrees to the left, giving the guys a spectacular profile view. Her amazing curves drew another round of muffled vocal applause.

Ann clipped a silver chain leash to Jen's collar. She pulled on it gently, bending her friend forward. Jen's breasts dangled invitingly, like ripe fruit on the vine. Jen lifted and squeezed Ann's perfect globes with her oily fingers. "These are amazing, dontcha think? I would kill for a set like this."

Ann knelt in front of her friend, her head looking up, her mouth open. She slowly pulled the leash further, carefully guiding Jen's nipples down toward her tongue. Jen moaned when Ann started sucking her breasts. After alternating from one breast to the other for several minutes, Jen's nipples were hard as pebbles. Jen moaned contentedly. "She loves it when I do that. These babies are so sensitive."

"Check this out." Ann turned Jen another ninety degrees, providing an unimpeded rear view. Ann ran her hand up between Jen's glistening butt cheeks. Reflexively Jen put her legs together and tensed her bottom. "What is she thinking? Right guys? Be right back."

Ann left Jen to retrieve a three foot wide spreader bar, that was laying on a table at the back of the garage. Ann knelt down and set the spreader bar just behind Jen's heels. She unclipped Jen's ankles and gently nudged the naked girl's calves apart. As Jen's feet separated, her center of gravity moved closer to the floor, pulling her bound wrists higher above her back. When her feet reached the ends of the spreader bar, Jen was forced to bend forward to take the strain off of her shoulders. Ann clipped Jen's ankles to the bar's metal loops, locking her friend's spread legs in place.

With Jen's torso now parallel to the ground, Ann clipped the leash to the center of the spreader bar. "Jen can handle just a little more tension, if you ask me." Ann stood up and adjusted Jen's wrists upwards another six inches, completing the perfect strappado.

"Now is this a pussy, or is this a pussy?" Ann ran her hand between Jen's butt cheeks a second time, experiencing much less resistance, and laid two fingers over Jen's slit.

"OWWWMMMMM" cried the helpless girl when Ann pushed these two fingers deep inside her friend.

"Wow!" Ann examined her fingers. "I've never seen her this worked up. She's shivering! She doesn't usually do that. Maybe this will calm her down." SMACK! Jen peeped as Ann playfully smacked her friend's firm bare bottom. Ann winked at her audience. "I know, I'm such a jerk, right?"

Skip, Tommy, and Mike watched with rapt attention. Their eyes remained glued to the show despite the massive erections each was now sporting. The music emanating from the speakers lodged within Jen's ear canals was still audible. Tommy laughed to himself when he recognized the iPod's current selection: Katy Perry's hit song, "Peacock".

Once more, Ann turned her friend another ninety degrees. Although the spreader bar made the turn a tad more difficult, seeing Jen's profile while in a stringent, leg spread strappado pose, was well worth it.

Ann stepped over to the side and picked up the tail end of a long black garden hose. Tommy, who hadn't noticed it before, followed the length of the hose back to the faucet of a large laundry sink mounted against the back wall of the garage. He wondered what led Ann to use waterproof equipment - swimmer's headphones, swim goggles and a waterproof iPod - to isolate Jen from the real world. At first it seemed like just an irrelevant feature of the kit that Ann had chosen to keep Jen in the dark. He now watched Jen's tormentor gleefully, waiting to see what this incredibly creative girl would do next.

Ann gripped the spray nozzle and and set it to the "mist" setting. Jen moaned appreciatively as Ann covered her the naked girl's body with a fine layer of hot moisture. Soon Jen's hair was soaked. Large drops of water quickly formed on Jen's oily skin and rolled seductively over and off of her face, breasts, hips and legs.

Ann stopped and switched the nozzle to "jet" mode.

"EEEEEPPP!"

Jen peeped as Ann sent a quick forceful jet of hot water toward the helpless girl's nipple. Ann continued the torture, shooting hot jets of water at random points on Jen's body. Jen screamed into her gag while twisting as much as her restraints would allow.

After tormenting her friend for several minutes with the jet, Ann moved behind Jen and wrapped her left arm around her waist. With her right hand she pushed the hot tip of the spray nozzle gently up to the rim of Jen's asshole. The helpless nude girl whimpered into her gag while shaking her head "No".

Skip's chair leg squealed as it scratched the concrete. He nearly tipped over.

Ann turned toward the noise and queried her audience. "Dare me to do it?" she asked, with a mischievous smile. "You know, they say enemas are good for you."

The guys just stared at her. Ann pulled the nozzle away and shot a quick stream of hot water over toward her captive audience. "Watch the noise," she said softly.

"Jen's been a great sport so far," Ann said. "Let's give her a reward." Ann walked off to the side and retrieved a Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator. "This is our girl's favorite toy," she said as she lightly buzzed Jen's breasts with it. After running the vibrator along Jen's bottom and thighs, Ann nudged it between her legs up against Jen's very accessible pussy.

Jen immediately started moaning loudly while swaying her hips. Ann reached her free hand into a pocket and retrieved a clothes pin. Ann held the open clothespin under Jen's left breast as the naked girl's moans got louder and louder. She turned toward the guys with an impish smile and said, "I know. I'm pretty evil, huh?"

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" screamed Jen as the clothespin gripped her nipple. She immediately started twisting her shoulders in an effort to dislodge it. When her efforts proved unsuccessful, Jen started crying, petulantly shaking her breasts from side to side like a hurt child. Ann stepped back and watched her unhappy friend pout for about a minute.

She turned to the guys and shrugged. "Now look what I've gone and done," she said with a smirk. "Do I take it off... "

The guys remained still.

"... or do I add another?"

All three guys nodded enthusiastically.

"My type of audience!"

"EEEEEEOOOOOOOOWWWW!" Jen cried as Ann clipped a second clothespin to her other breast.

Ann stepped back and crossed her arms, watching the show with the three guys. Jen did her best to dislodge the wooden tormentors, hopping about while twisting her torso, but the clips did not budge. Finally Jen gave up and started sobbing.

Ann put her hand on her friend's back to calm her. She quickly removed the two cips. Jen sniffled and moaned as Ann gently massaged the offended breasts. Ann turned to the guys. "That was kind of mean. Those clothespins pinch pretty hard. She's pretty mad at me right now - but I know how to fix that!"

Ann knelt behind her friend. "OOOOOH!" Jen yelped as the tip of Ann's tongue found its home on Jen's clit. Ann, obviously no stranger to the current view, grabbed Jen's thighs and pressed her face deep into her ass. While Ann lost herself in the magic of her bound friend's pussy, Jen lost herself in the feelings of ecstatic bliss created by Ann's tongue. After an escalating series of muffled verbal emanations - which the guys viewed as an enthusiastic acceptance of Ann's apology - Jen's body shook as she climaxed powerfully. Ann, did not let her friend go after just one climax, though. Jen trembled and moaned as several more orgasms were coaxed from her shuddering frame.

When she was finished, Ann got up, wiped her mouth with her hand, and circled her satisfied friend - who was now hanging forward limply, attempting to catch her breath. She crouched down in front of Jen and cupped her face, before kissing her once on each cheek.

Ann, who for a moment seemed to almost forget that she and Jen weren't alone, got up and ran her hand over her friend's oiled wet body. Then she winked at the guys. "Eat your heart out, fellas." She walked over to the S.U.V. parked in the far stall, and leaned up against it.

"Let's give her a few minutes to rest," Ann said. Skip, Tommy, Ken and Ann watched Jen as she stood all alone inside the yellow circle - her glistening body still brightly lit by the flood lights. They could still faintly make out the music being pumped into Jen's ears. Ann started tapping her foot. "You think I'm pretty, without any makeup on," Ann sang softly to herself. She stopped and looked over at the guys. "I'm not a huge Katy Perry fan myself. I'm more into techno. But I have to admit it, 'Teenage Dream' is a catchy tune. Don't tell Jen I said that, though."

Jen was fine for a little while. But it didn't take long before the disoriented girl, wondering if she'd been left alone, started to panic. She moved her head around, as if moving her head would improve the view through her swim goggle blindfold. She made noises into her gag, "HAWOHHHWWWW! HAWOHHHWWWW!" in an attempt to say "Hello". She shook her head in an effort to alter the intensity of the deafening soundtrack being pumped into her head, which so effectively masked every other sound in the garage, even as it overloaded her senses. After another pause, Jen struggled and whined. She did her best to turn toward the flood lights, since they were a constant source of warmth.

For a second, the tinted goggles gave the guys the discomforting impression that Jen could see them, as if she were looking directly at them through sunglasses.

"I thought about dropping a little spider on her bum," Ann told the mesmerized guys. "But that would just be too creepy." Ann walked over to her naked friend with a shoelace. She dangled its end over Jen's bum. "Let's try this instead."

"EEEEEPPPPPPP!" she screamed as the "bug" landed on her bare butt cheek. Jen wiggled her bottom and shifted around as hard as she could, hoping this would get rid of the bug. Unfortunately it only caused the bug to run into the crack of her ass. "EEEEEEEEEEEE!" yelped the distressed girl.

"WHACK!" Ann pretended to kill the bug after it crawled back out onto her cheek. But Jen was left visibly shaken. Ann massaged Jen's bottom where she had slapped it, before bending down and planting a big wet kiss on the spot. Jen relaxed her body. She seemed relieved to know that she once again had company.

Ann walked over to the far side of the garage and retrieved something shiney from a table. "This is her second favorite toy." She tossed the silver ball-tipped butt hook from one hand to the other. Ann set the hook down on Jen's back, and started fastening a length of rope to the end of Jen's ponytail. "You'll see why in a moment."

Jen, recognizing the familiar shape and cool feel of the object resting on her back, became visibly excited. Ann grabbed the bottle of baby oil at Jen's feet. She poured some oil into Jen's butt crack and then over the end of the butt hook. "Open wide!" she said as she gently pushed the ball tip into Jen's ass. Jen accepted the intruder with a soft moan.

Ann pulled the ponytail extension rope back and threaded it through the loop at the end of the hook. "I know. It looks uncomfortable, but believe me. Jen lives for this."

Ann pushed lightly on Jen's back while pulling on her ponytail, forcing Jen to arch. Ann lightly lifted Jen's chin until she faced forward. Then she tied off off the rope.

"Pretty hot pose, huh?" she asked the guys - who nodded enthusiastically. Ann playfully cupped Jen's protruding breasts in her hands. "Doesn't she look exactly like one of those naked woman figureheads they have on the bows of those old pirate ships?"

Ann walked over to the table and came back with a strange looking black object. "Here is the thing that really drives her completely nuts. It's called a G-spotter." She rubbed her index finger along the attachment's four inch long curved shaft. Ann picked up the magic wand vibrator and pushed the G-spotter attachment onto its end. She carefully nuzzled the device into her friend's pussy. When she clicked the switch, the vibrator immediately came to life, "BZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!."

Jen gasped, and offered a heartfelt, "OOOOHHHHWWWW!" She offered an even louder "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" when Ann attached the long handle of the vibrator to the butthook with a short velcro strap and let it go. Jen's moans and cries grew more intense as she rapidly approached her first forced orgasm. Soon after that came her second. And then her third. "WOOOOOHHHHHHOOOOOHHHHHHHH!" It was difficult to gage since they all seemed to blend together. The well-gagged Jen was visibly struggling to catch her breath.

"I don't know how long it'll be before Jen passes out," she told the guys. Ann checked her watch. "But I do know that she's going to run out of music soon. So we kinda need to wrap this up." Ann turned the vibrator off and set it on the ground next to her panting friend. She then gently removed the butthook after untying the cord connecting it to Jen's ponytail.

Jen was just barely holding on at this point. Her legs were wobbling. Ann rubbed her friend's bottom. "I've never pushed her anywhere near this hard before. But she did really well, don't you think?"

In addition to their appreciative nods, the guys' erect, throbbing cocks gave Jen the standing ovation they were currently unable to provide with their hands. Ann noticed and smiled. She walked over to the table and picked up a plastic tube container. After popping of its top, Ann firmly squeezed the tube and liberally coated her palms with a good helping of its contents.

"You gentlemen have been great," she said. "And I wouldn't be a good hostess if I sent you guys home like that." She pointed to their erections.

Ann knelt in front of Tommy and rested her elbows on his knees. She smiled up at him before crooking down and taking his rigid cock deep into her soft warm mouth. Simultaneously, she reached out her arms and took hold of Skip's and Ken's cocks with her well lubricated hands. As she sucked and teased Tommy toward orgasm with her mouth, her hands skillfully pumped Skip's and Kenny's cocks as well. It didn't take long until all three guys, wound up beyond imagination, sprayed the contents of their cocks out into the open air - except for Tommy, whose load was safely and tidily expelled into Ann's receptive mouth.

"What a mess!" Ann giggled, licking her lips as she stood up. There was cum all over Skip and Ken's legs as well as Ann's hands and forearms. Ann jogged back to the laundry sink. After adjusting the water temp she picked up the spray nozzle. She rinsed her arms clean. Then she walked up to the astonished guys and took about a minute to spray them clean as well.

Once they were washed, Ann walked the hose back into the garage, leaving the nozzle next to Jen's foot. "I've got some cleanup to do here, too. But for us this unfortunately is the end of the show." Ann took a bow. "Bye bye!" she waved as she walked backwards a few steps.

Ann pressed a button on the back wall and the garage door slowly dropped down, officially ending the show.

"You guys don't know how much I've been looking forward to this poker night," Ken told Skip and Mike. Tommy was absent. "Keeping this thing to myself has been murder."

"No one would believe you if you told them anyway," Mike said.

"You know, I wonder if Ann ever told Jen about us. Or did Jen know we were there right from the start?" Skip asked.

"Trust me," Mike replied. "Jen didn't have a clue. And she still doesn't know. And the funny thing is, she doesn't care!"

"Huh?" Skip was perplexed. "What do you mean by that?"

"It's hard to understand - unless you're the person in the dark," Mike said. "The whole thrill of this kind of thing is that people might be watching you. And there's no way to tell if they are. Or who they are. It can be a major turn on for some people. You've just got to know Ann the way I know her. She's a devious one." Mike took a sip of his beer. "Ann promised Jen there wouldn't be any pictures or video, but refused to tell her if there would be an audience."

"Which is kind of like saying, 'Yes, there will be an audience', isn't it?" Skip said.

Mike shrugged. "It is and it isn't. The beauty is that Jen will never really know. Now, whenever she sees a guy staring at her in a less than wholesome way, she's gonna wonder, was he there? Is he remembering that time he saw me naked?"

"And coming all over the place!" Ken added.

"But guys are gonna gawk at her no matter what. Jen is gorgeous," Skip replied.

"Whoa. What a total mind fuck!" said Ken. "I'll never tell."

"I have to admit," Skip said. "That is kind of hot. Especially since we're actually members of that secret club that watched her." Ken and Skip high fived each other.

"Lucky bastards," Mike said. "I didn't get to see dirt. And then when Ann went down on the three of you..."

"Yeah, Mike, why didn't you rescue us?" Skip said.

"Lucky bastards."

"Tommy hit the jackpot," Ken said. "Scoring that middle seat. But I'm not gonna complain." Ken looked up at the clock. "Hey where is Tommy, anyway? We need to get this game started."

"Beats me," replied Mike as he reached for his phone. "I'll give him a call." He pressed the speed dial.

Tommy picked up after seven rings. "Hey, Mike."

"What's up dude?" Mike asked. "Why aren't you here?"

"Damn, I'm sorry," Tommy replied. "I forgot all about it."

"How could you?" Mike asked incredulously. "We never miss poker night. What's going on?"

"Ummmm... I'm just sitting here, you know, taking a drive," Tommy answered sheepishly, "in my Camry."

Ann was kneeling at Tommy's feet, naked except for the cuffs and collar outfit Jen had recently worn. The bound girl lifted her mouth off of Tommy's cock. "You don't own a Camry," she said.

"Hey! Who said you could take a break?" He playfully tugged on Ann's leash.

Ann smiled and dove back down on Tommy's cock.

"I'll catch up to you guys next week," Tommy said - before hanging up and turning off his phone.