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Liv Franklin pulled into her parking space and briefly checked herself out in the rearview to make sure she was presentable. Her delicate cat-eye eyeliner and light touches of makeup were flawless as usual, presenting a beautiful, confident woman in her mid-thirties. There was nothing wrong with her at all, on the outside at least.

On the inside, however, Liv had been feeling a bit mixed up since her awful, erotic experience a few weeks ago. The night when Marco De Luca, her son’s best friend, had blackmailed her into giving a strip tease to all of her son’s other friends. That would have been bad enough, but something worse than that had happened in the process: Liv’s dangerous fetish for humiliation and exposure from her days as a stripper had resurfaced in the worst possible way. She had fucked her son’s eighteen-year-old best friend in front of all his other buddies.

And she had liked it. At least in the moment. Afterward was another story of course. After Liv had a chance to get home and masturbate herself to completion under a scalding hot shower, the shame and guilt came crashing down. She had been tricked and defeated by a boy her son’s age. He had gotten exactly what he wanted from a woman who should have been old and wise enough to run circles around him.

So, obviously, Liv swore that it would never happen again. She certainly wasn’t an idiot. Liv knew that even entertaining a blackmailer’s demands at all was risky. She had only agreed to the striptease because she was put on the spot and panicked. Marco had threatened to ruin her son’s life and she got tunnel vision. It wouldn’t happen again.

Liv had a very simple plan to make sure of that.

She was simply going to make it impossible for Marco to talk with her. She had convinced her boyfriend Craig to drop off and pick up Elliot from school for some “male bonding time” so that Marco wouldn’t be able to corner her again. She blocked his number (which they had used to set of the logistics of the strip show). She had vetoed all suggestions from Elliot for any additional sleepovers at their house.

Liv knew that little shit would try for more. It was just the sort of person Marco was. She had known dozens of men just like him, used to date them almost exclusively in fact: untrustworthy, conniving, immature, dangerous, powerful… attractive.

Liv closed her eyes and counted to ten, brutally crushing the strange flutter in her heart of hearts. It was Vixen, the slutty little stripper she used to be, rearing her head again. She had grown out of those self-destructive urges. She was a grown woman now, in full control of herself. If Marco tried to weasel more sexual favors from her, she would shut that shit down immediately. She would rather burn her whole life to the ground than go one step further with him.

Liv shook herself a little and got out of the car, hustling into the employee entrance of city hall. She was late again. There had been a few incidents this week where her dreams… well, simply put, she hadn’t been sleeping well.

She hoped against hope that she would be able to slip in relatively unnoticed, but it seemed like she was unlucky today. As Liv entered the clerk’s office, Candy the bubbly blonde secretary called her out immediately.

“Ooooooh, look who’s heeeere,” she said in a sing-song voice from behind the desk. “I was afraid that you wouldn’t be in today. That would be a real shame.” Candy punctuated her cryptic statement with a giggle, her eyes shining. Liv’s immediate reaction was suspicion. She and Candy were always professional and cordial, but they certainly didn’t have a buddy-buddy relationship. Liv typically couldn’t stand “popular girl” types like Candy, she had disliked girly girls ever since high school.

Why was Candy acting so chummy?

“No,” said Liv carefully, “Just running a couple of minutes late, Candice. Why? Big meeting today?”

“Better than that,” said Candy with a sly grin. Then, suddenly, from beneath the desk, the blonde secretary pulled a bouquet of roses, a stuffed teddy bear, and a white envelope. “That boyfriend you keep bragging about sent you flowers! So sweet!”

“That’s nice of him,” said Liv, trying her best to look happy and excited. Internally, her confusion only deepened. Craig Harrison was a wonderful man in many ways, but he wasn’t romantic. Liv picked up the envelope. There was some sort of small object inside, along with the card; she could feel it through the envelope.

Enough worrying and fretting. Liv ripped open the envelope with a rough, decisive motion. A small black flash drive fell out into her hand. Working on instinct, Liv immediately palmed it before Candy noticed it was there. Then she pulled out the card.

It had a floral design on the front and the message: “Missing You…” Liv impatiently flipped the card open and read the message.

“Dear V.

I’m so sad that we haven’t been in touch lately. I keep thinking back on that special night together. I bet you can’t stop thinking about it either. Let’s get back in touch.

Love

M.”

Liv had to stop herself from crumpling the card in her hand. That would just raise suspicion. At her fucking job. The little pipsqueak had actually had the balls to try to shake her down at her place of business.

If little Marco De Luca thought this kind of stunt would intimidate her or get into her pants, he was a fucking idiot.

“Must be some mistake,” said Liv flatly, tossing the card down on Candy’s desk. “These flowers aren’t for me.”

Candy’s mouth formed a “o” of shock. “B-but,” she protested, “The man who brought them said…”

“Take a look,” said Liv firmly, nudging the card toward the baffled blonde, “It’s addressed to someone with the initial V. They’re not mine.” Then she turned and walked away, leaving a protesting and confused Candy behind her.

Hopefully, the flowers and stuffed animal would be chalked up to a bizarre miscommunication. What was more concerning to her was the contents of the flash drive clutched in her suddenly-sweaty palm.

…

Liv burned with cold fury as she paced her room, occasionally casting angry glances over to her laptop. Really, she should have known that Marco wouldn’t be true to his word. She had assumed that she would be safe because she hadn’t seen anyone filming, but the usb drive contained low-quality but unmistakable footage of the night she had given the strip show.

Now she was really fucked. The footage that Marco had gotten his hands on before, which showed her in her previous life as a stripper, could have been explained away as a youthful mistake. But this video showed her fucking a high school senior with every sign of slutty enjoyment. It was exactly the slippery slope she had hoped to avoid.

Well, it ended here. Her life might be over in many ways, but she still had her dignity, and it would give Liv great satisfaction to tell this little prick to go fuck himself. Liv Fraklin would rather burn her entire life to ash than give Marco De Luca the satisfaction of defeating her.

Her righteous fury would, of course, have felt a bit more pure and natural if her first instinct on recognizing the footage hadn’t been to masturbate.

Liv gasped as a loud knock sounded at her bedroom door.

“I’m headed to the gas station, Ma,” came Elliot’s sharp, reedy voice through the door. “Want anything?” That was just like her boy. Always sweet and considerate.

“Nope,” she said, trying to keep her voice cheerful and natural, “Have fun, kiddo.”

Right. That was why she had played ball with Marco in the first place. To protect Elliot. When she heard the front door slam, Liv slumped to her bed with a sigh.

She had to contact the little shit and get this straightened out. Not that she would have sex with him again. Hell no. She had made up her mind that even keeping her secrets from Elliot wasn’t worth that. But maybe if she played her cards right, she would be able to force Marco to give up. If she told him there was zero chance of anything further and said she would reveal his blackmail scheme… there was a chance he would back down.

She had to at least try. For her son’s sake.

Liv crushed the unwanted thrill of anticipation inside her as she bit her lip, opened her phone, and unblocked her worst enemy.

…

Marco smiled a broad, blissful smile as he read the message from Vixen.

[Marco. We need to talk. No more little messages sent to my job, for one.]

He had to admit that his opponent in this little game was skilled. He never expected that Liv’s strategy would be complete avoidance. It was actually pretty brilliant. With someone as fiery and reactive as Liv, he didn’t realize that she had the self-control to ignore him completely.

But now that they were back in touch, Vixen was one step closer to losing.

[Ok, Vixen. I agree. No need for games. Let’s talk.]

Vixen’s reply didn’t take long.

[What exactly do you want? You sent me the flowers and card. You’re obviously after something. Let’s hear it.]

Marco chuckled to himself, leaning back on his bed in his messy room. He could see Liv’s expectations laid out in his mind, clear as day. He was supposed to respond back with some sort of filthy sexual proposal, and Liv would respond with an angry tirade meant to intimidate him. But, just like Liv had done, he was about to respond in a way his opponent didn’t expect.

[I don’t want to discuss this over text. Let’s meet up and talk face-to-face.]

This time it took a few minutes for Liv to respond.

[No, Marco. I’m not going to meet you. Let’s finish this now.]

[Then I have nothing to say. Let me know when you change your mind.] Typed Marco quickly. Then he turned his phone off. He would check back on his texts tomorrow morning. If he had a accurate read on the situation, he would have a series of increasingly angry and frantic messages, followed by a sulking message of surrender.

Liv was a strong, fierce, smart woman. That was why Marco felt so attracted to her. It meant that getting what he wanted wouldn’t be easy. But luckily for Marco, as tough and smart as Vixen was, she had some massive weak points.

First, her son.

Second, her secret humiliation kink.

There was no reason to play this game on Liv’s terms. Marco just had to put Vixen in a situation where he could exploit her weaknesses to the fullest. He already had a solid plan. No matter how hard Vixen resisted, Marco would get what he wanted in the end. And Marco wasn’t just after a quick fuck. No. He had already decided that he wanted Liv, his stuck-up best friend’s mom, on his arm: his loyal, obedient woman. Her dynamite mature body, her sharp mind, her sweet little cunt, and especially her fat fucking titties would all belong to him.

There was no way he could lose. Because Liv had a third weakness. Her biggest weakness of all, in fact.

She was wildly underestimating Marco De Luca.

…

Liv Franklin pulled up the address Marco had given her, squinting at the large suburban house nervously. Light poured from the windows and music could be faintly heard inside, even from this distance.

What the fuck? Had Marco told her to meet him at a fucking party?

It had been infuriating texting with Marco over the past few days. No matter what she said, he had insisted that he wouldn’t discuss the video with her over the phone or by text. He hadn’t threatened her any further, but the fact that the video was just out there in his possession ate her up inside.

Finally, she had caved. Liv needed to get this resolved, one way or the other. She would either intimidate Marco into giving up his attempts to blackmail her, or she would fail and have her life ruined. Either way, it would be over.

She knew that somehow this insistence on seeing her in person was a ploy to trick her into sex again. But that didn’t greatly concern her. She wasn’t some horny bimbo. She could see that shit coming from a mile away and shut it down when Marco tried anything.

A shadowy figure outside her car window made her jump with a sharp knock. It was Marco. Obviously. The sight of his smug face and mud-brown eyes made her want to shudder. But also sent a little crackle of energy down her spine that she didn’t care to think about.

Liv rolled down her window. “Ok, asshole,” she said acidly, giving the little shit a withering glare, “I’m here, you’re here. Let’s settle this.”

Marco grinned, jerking his head backward toward the lit-up house. “Inside, Vixen. Let’s go.”

Liv bristled at the use of her humiliating stage name. “No way, asshole,” she said stubbornly. “I’m not going anywhere with you. Especially not a fucking party. I want to settle this. Now.”

Marco just shrugged and started backing away. “Ok, fine. You’re the one who wanted to talk. I’ll be inside if you want to settle this.” Then he turned and began jogging toward the house. Liv wanted to scream but contented herself with slamming her palm against her dashboard hard enough to hurt her hand.

She should probably call Marco’s bluff and just turn around and drive home. But would he agree to discuss the video later if she did? He had been pretty stubborn so far. This might be her only chance to get this straightened out.

So the plan was to embarrass her in public again, huh? Liv smiled smugly. She had anticipated this might happen. She reached into the back seat and grabbed the mask she had brought along. It was a stylish bunny mask she had worn for a “masquerade night” that they had thrown for the city hall employees. It was the only thing she could find at short notice that would easily hide her identity, but it would do the trick nicely.

Liv got out of her car and slammed the door behind her, pulling the mask over her eyes as she headed toward the house. Marco thought he was so smart, but if his plan was to embarrass her publicly again, then she wouldn’t make it easy for him.

…

Liv's self-congratulatory mood evaporated the second that she stepped inside the front door of the large suburban home.

A small crowd of party guests holding red plastic cups turned to face her. They looked young. Very young.

A few of them even looked familiar.

Oh shit. Marco had just led her straight into a teenage house party filled with high school seniors. And not just any highschoolers. These were her son’s classmates.

Well, she wasn’t sure what she had expected. Marco was a senior himself, so obviously this is the kind of party he would be invited to. Liv remained in the doorway for a moment, wracked with indecision.

She felt unbelievably out of place. As the high schoolers watching her fully absorbed the fact that an older woman in a bunny masquerade mask had just arrived, they looked at each other with suspicion and confusion.

Liv steeled herself and closed the door behind her. This could actually be an advantage. She was a mature adult, so she had no reason to be intimidated by a party of eighteen-year-olds. Hell, she doubted that the teens’ cups were filled with Kool-Aid. If any of them tried to give her sass, she could just threaten to call the cops.

One of the little high school girls who watched her enter suddenly giggled and whispered in her friend's ear, her eye shining mischievously. The blonde she had whispered to laughed in return, her eyes traveling up and down Liv’s body, blatantly checking her out. Suddenly Liv felt underdressed. She hadn’t known she would be going to a party, so she had work her average going-out clothes: a chic leather jacket over a tank top and artfully ripped jeans.

In retrospect, maybe the top and jeans were a bit too tight for a meeting with a sexual blackmailer, and the jeans were a touch low-slung, but she honestly hadn't put that much thought into it.

In other words, although her clothes weren't exactly slutty, they didn't scream “distant, mature, chaste mom” either.

“Marco’s in the kitchen if you're looking for him,” said the brunette who had initially giggled, her eyes glittering with some cruel inside joke. Liv frowned. She didn't like that response at all, and she liked the vibe of amused interest from the surrounding group of high schoolers even less.

“Thanks,” Liv mumbled under her breath, hurrying out of the entryway. This whole situation felt off. The feeling only deepened as she moved into the party.

The crowd parted for her as she made her way through the upper-middle-class home. Whispers and giggles and sidelong glances from the crowd seemed to swirl around her as she went. Judging by their clothes and haughty attitudes, these were the popular kids of the school. Being to the receiving end of their smirking glances transported Liv directly back to her years in high school.

From the beginning, Liv had never been one of the popular girls, and getting knocked up by her scumbag boyfriend halfway through high school had basically torpedoed any chance she may have had for social acceptance. As far as she remembered, Liv had never been invited to a house party like this, but the sense of being surrounded by amused hostility was instantly familiar to her. As Liv passed another group of tall high school boys, she could feel their eyes scanning her curvy body with a mixture of contempt and naked interest.

She must look so fucking stupid… an older woman in a bizarre mask seemingly attending a party of kids almost half her age. The embarrassing thought caused a dark slither of lust to squirm deep in her belly. She breathed heavily through her nose as she finally arrived at the kitchen, pushing the unwelcome sensation away.

This wasn’t the time or place for that kind of distraction. In fact, she was sure that if she gave these asshole high schoolers any sign at all that she was horny, it would make things a thousand times worse. It was essential that she play the part of a mature, unimpressed adult woman, force Marco into their negotiation, and then get out before any of the teenagers acted on the bullying impulses she could sense in their murmurs and giggles.

In the kitchen, a group of teens chattered and laughed loudly around a central island, Pouring themselves a bright red drink from a cooler or beer from a keg. Definitely not like any party that Liv went to in high school. She was lucky if they had half a bottle of liquor stolen from a parent’s cabinet at the kind of parties she went to.

Marco was standing with the group, sipping from a cup himself. He looked a little out of place in this crowd of popular kids, but he was playing it cool. Liv set her mouth in a determined line and headed straight for him.

“Holy Shit,” said a deep cocky voice from the other side of the kitchen island. A tall, powerfully built senior with swept-back dark hair and chilly blue eyes stared at Liv with a shiny, but heartless smile. Liv recognized him instantly. Even as a mom with a son not really interested in sports, every parent in the high school would recognize the basketball team’s star forward.

Garret Stevens was the pride of the high school sports program. Liv had seen his face staring up at her from the sports section of the local paper more than a few times. She had a mildly positive impression of Garret, from her vague sense of parental school spirit. Now, his cold blue eyes scanned every inch of Liv’s body, sticking for a moment on the heavy breasts stretching her tank top. Liv felt a shiver of humiliated lust as his eyes locked with hers, heated and aggressive and disrespectful.

Right now this wasn’t a boy seeing her as a classmate’s mom. He saw her as a piece of meat.

What the hell was going on here? Why was this the first reaction that a party of teens had to the appearance of an older woman?

“So you weren’t lying,” said Garrett with a lazy grin over his cup, looking across the counter at Marco. ‘She’s real!”

“Told you,” said Marco with a cocky shrug, grinning back. “Everybody, this is Vixen, the… woman I’ve been telling you about.” Liv felt her blood run cold. The exchange could only mean one thing. Marco, like the stupid fucking teenage boy he was, had bragged to the whole school about his conquest. Liv was suddenly insanely grateful she had had the foresight to wear her mask.

She wasn’t just some older woman to these teens. She was the milf that Marco De Luca was banging. That explained the giggles and wandering eyes as she entered. It was an utterly humiliating position to be in.

The assembled high schoolers in the kitchen turned to her with demeaning stares at her body, no doubt imagining what dirty things Marco had done to her. She could practically see their filthy imaginations running wild. A sudden throb of arousal overwhelmed Liv for a second. Her long-buried fetish for exposure and embarrassment was rearing its ugly head once again She pushed back at the hot wet surge, getting herself under control.

But despite the iron grip of her willpower, even after squashing down her libido once more, Liv still felt a lingering warm tingle, and her breathing felt a bit more labored.

“So what’s with the mask?” asked a high-pitched voice in a tone of rich amusement. “Did you trick her into coming by telling her this was an orgy or something?” A sporty-looking girl with a cute upturned nose, freckles, and straight, shiny chestnut hair was practically hanging off of the tall basketball captain, staring at Liv with an air of amused contempt.

With shock, Liv realized that she recognized this girl too, for a completely different reason. Liv recognized Emma Parkes from a conversation about girls she had with her son Elliot. This little brat who was giggling behind her hand at the bunny-masked milf in front of her was her son’s crush. After Elliot had blushed and admitted that there was a girl he was interested in, Liv pestered her son into showing her a picture from social media.

Emma had looked a lot nicer online.

To Liv’s annoyance, Marco sauntered over, holding out a cup of the bright red drink to her. “She has to keep her identity secret,” explained Marco over his shoulder with a wink at the chuckling Emma and Garret. “She’s got a job and a man. They would both flip if they heard she’s become a slut for a high school senior.” Marco slipped a daring arm around Liv’s waist. “And that’s not even the worst person who might find out, this little bunny here has a…”

A wave of white-hot rage bubbled up inside Liv, and she roughly shoved Marco away, sloshing some of the red liquid from his cup onto her jacket. “Shut the fuck up,” she hissed, fighting hard to keep herself from slapping Marco across the face. To her annoyance, the outburst didn’t exactly impress the crowd of onlookers, who let out a sarcastic “oooooooooh”, followed by Emma commenting “Trouble in paradise!” in a mocking stage whisper, drawing cruel laughter from the teens.

Liv felt a hot blush creep over her face beneath the mask. “Popular girls” were a weakness of Liv’s. Ever since high school, popular girly girls had always made her feel awkward and off-balance. And now, despite her best efforts, the feeling of frustrated inferiority leftover from memories of bullies was blanding with her awakening arousal over her embarrassing predicament.

Liv locked eyes with the smug little brat for a second and, with a thrill of erotic energy, she watched as Emma sensed her weakness. Shit. Liv needed to wrap this up quickly. Who knew what would happen now that this little queen bee smelled blood?

Even worse, for some fucking reason she was feeling more and more horny. The disrespect… the snide comments… Marco’s crude groundwork that had made all these teens see her as a slutty bimbo… All of these factors were awakening a dark, submissive lust inside her that she thought she had buried forever when she gave up stripping. All of her earlier certainty and confidence that she could deal with Marco suddenly felt a lot shakier.

… at least Marco had the good sense not to spread her name around. Being known as Marco’s anonymous milf slut was vastly preferable to every member of her son’s senior class connecting her identity to her actions.

“I need to talk with you,” Liv said in a furious undertone to Marco, adjusting her suddenly-sweaty mask, “right now.”

“Somebody can't wait to get her boy toy in private,” commented Emma archly, sending another ripple of laughter through the watching crowd. Liv could tell from the stares of the teens that they didn’t just think the joke was funny – they really believed it. They saw her as a trashy slut that wanted to pull Marco into an empty room and jump his bones.

“Th-that’s not… I don't want to… I'm not with Marco, ok?” said Liv hotly. The pretty little highschooler smirked and rolled her eyes, not even dignifying Liv’s weak denial with a response. Something about this twisted situation was stripping Liv of all of her adult authority and power, leaving her feeling like a stuttering little girl. Liv tried not to wriggle at the sudden damp feeling between her legs.

“Sorry babe,” said Marco with a sickening smirk, “I know you're desperate, but I want to hang out a little first.” Then, without warning, the weasely little asshole pulled Liv’s larger body toward him into an embrace. Liv stiffened in shocked outrage as she felt Marco’s erection press into her, but before she could push him away, his lips were at her ear, whispering.

“If you drag me away to a private place right now, everyone will think we're fucking,” he said in a low, coaxing tone. “You wouldn't want that, would you?” Liv shuddered lightly, glaring through her mask at the leering crowd around them. Damn it. He wasn’t wrong.

“So what do you suggest?” she muttered through gritted teeth. It burned her up that she was forced to play along with this worthless little boy. She was supposed to put him in his place tonight, like an older, smarter woman should. And now here she was, painted into a corner again, being handled effortlessly by a boy her son’s age. Right where he wanted her. She recoiled from that thought as it brought another pulse of sickening warmth to her core.

“Calm down,” whispered Marco soothingly. In contrast to his words, the thick bulge in his pants was still pressing up against Liv’s thigh. She tried to squirm away from the inappropriate contact which seemed to radiate heat directly into her body, but Marco was surprisingly strong and held her in place. “Have a drink. Blend in for a little while. Everyone here is buzzed and trying to hook up with each other. Once you aren’t a novelty anymore, they'll forget you exist.”

Liv closed her eyes and counted to five. She had options here. She didn't have to play this stupid game. If she wanted, she could refuse to submit to the ridicule and crude jokes of these immature high schoolers and just leave.

But that would mean giving up on fixing the blackmailing issue tonight. And, more importantly, it would be admitting defeat. She would be admitting that this crowd of young bullies had gotten under her skin.

She would sooner die.

Sensing that she was wavering, Marco held out the cup of bright red liquid, raising an eyebrow with a cocky grin. Liv cursed him under her breath, grabbed the cup from his hand, and took a gulp. The crowd gave a sarcastic cheer as she coughed and spluttered. God, it tasted like they had mixed paint thinner and Hawaiian punch.

“Too much for you, Granny?” asked Emma mockingly.

Liv glared at the pretty little brat from across the room. She didn’t know what her son saw in this bitch.

…

Liv slapped weakly at Marco’s hand again, half-heartedly trying to move it off of her hip where it rested. But at this point, she was too distracted to offer any real resistance.

Her head swam a little as she looked around the crowded living room. Whatever nasty punch the young partiers had made was stronger than she thought, and Liv was now buzzed. Currently, she was trying to find where her jacket had gone.

Garrett had commented that she looked a little hot, and then Emma's hands had been there, slipping her jacket off her shoulders. After that, her jacket seemed to mysteriously slip away into the crowd, leaving Live feeling exposed and vulnerable in her tight tank top.

Her nipples throbbed dully beneath the hungry gazes of the teenagers in the surrounding crowd. She realized that she probably wouldn't be getting her jacket back tonight.

The low, burning flame of humiliated arousal had been steadily eating away at her since she had arrived. Worse, Marco’s claim that the teens at the party would soon forget about her turned out to be overly optimistic. It seemed like everyone at the party was interested in getting a look at Marco’s famous bimbo slut he had been bragging about.

Any time that someone implied that she and Marco were together, Liv was swift to angrily correct them, but her protests didn’t seem to convince anyone. It was mortifying. It was like she had been reduced to nothing more than slutty arm candy in the eyes of these teens. She looked like a pathetic older woman who had been charmed by a high schooler. Worse, not just any high schooler, but Marco De Luca, a burnout she knew was totally beneath her.

And her stupid fetish was making the entire embarrassing situation hard to fully resist. Every passing moment made her feel weaker and hornier and more confused. Bringing the insulting assumptions of the mocking high schoolers closer and closer to reality.

Garrett slammed the rest of his beer, bleached loudly, and called out, “Truth or Dare!”. The crowd agreed with whoops of approval. But although the young people around the living room looked excited and eager, only a handful of boys and girls stepped forward to play the game, forming a rough circle on the furniture in the center of the living room. It looked like most of the teens in the room were hesitant to play.

Garret patted the loveseat next to him, looking meaningfully at Emma. “C'mon, babe,” he said firmly. “You’re playing.” Emma rolled her eyes theatrically. “Ugggghhh… You boys always get so pervy with this game,” she whined, but took her place at Garrett's side as he draped an arm over her shoulder.

Marco began pulling Liv forward, and she realized that she had been in such a distracted haze that she had allowed Marco’s arm to rest around her waist for a few minutes without protest. She squirmed free, far too late to avoid the implications of the casual contact.

Marco flashed her a cocky grin, looking at her with a frank, direct stare. “Let’s play!” he said confidently.

Liv looked at him with shocked disgust. Did this kid think that just because he had gotten her a little confused all of her brains had leaked out of her ears? She wasn't even close to being stupid enough to agree to play a kinky public game with her son's classmates. “Hell no,” she said flatly, making the crowd give a scandalized “Ooooooh.”

It was a petty victory, but it felt good to tell Marco off after being pushed around and manipulated all evening. She felt a surge of satisfaction as frustration painted Marco’s face for a fleeting moment. Then he controlled himself and slumped down into a seat on the couch.

“Don’t worry guys,” he said lightly, “She’s playing.” The other players just nodded, as if it was obvious that Marco made decisions for her. But this time Liv kept her emotions and arousal firmly in check. Marco could say whatever he wanted, but he couldn't force her to play this immature sleepover game.

The gathered group of seven players (not counting Liv, obviously) sat eyeing each other while the rest of the spectators surrounding them crackled with anticipation. Liv took a sip of her disgusting drink to calm her nerves. It felt wrong to be here, inserting herself into the dirty secrets of a high school party. She could practically taste the hormones of the crowd of horny teens in the air. She was glad she had refused to play. With this kind of charged atmosphere, who knew what could happen?

‘Well,” said Emma with a crooked smile, leaning back into Garrett’s embrace, “Are we just going to sit around staring at each other or are we going to play?”

“I’ll go first!” said Garret eagerly, rubbing his hands together. “I choose you, Emma. Truth or dare?”

Emma sighed and grudgingly said “Truth.”

Tyler could barely hold in his amusement as he asked “Ok, ok, I’ve got a good one. How many guys have you ever sucked off?” The guys in the crowd shouted their approval at the question, some leaning forward to pat Tyler on the shoulder to show their support for his bold question. Liv rolled her eyes. She had expected a lot more from this game. Was it all going to be this kind of petty PG-13 bullshit? Her nervousness began to fade.

“Garrett Tyler Stevens!” said Emma in mock shock, “Why do you even want to know? It’s so rude to ask a girl to kiss and tell. And if I refuse to answer?”

Garrett’s grin only widened. “Same rules apply as always, babe. You can skip the first truth or dare and demand a different one, but then there’s no avoiding the second. It’s usually a bad choice.”

“Ugh, fine,” said Emma, hand dramatically flung over her eyes. “If you must know, the answer is eight.” A murmur of aroused interest ran through the crowd. Liv was a little surprised herself. Blowing eight separate guys was a lot for someone who was only eighteen. It looked like little miss perfect queen bee was secretly a bit of a slut.

“You’re next babe,” said Garret, smiling down at her. Emma shrugged and said “Ok then, I pick you, stud. Truth or Dare.” The surrounding crowd leaned in with intense anticipation, waiting for the star athlete’s response.

“Dare,” he said with cocky bravado. The crowd oohed with anticipation and Emma chuckled. “Woooow,” she drawled. “A dare right off the bat, huh? Somebody’s feeling brave. Ok then, big boy, I dare you to whip that shirt off and do some pushups. Give the girls some eye candy.”

Garret slammed back his drink and rose to obey, swiftly yanking his t-shirt up over his head, revealing a tight, muscular body that drew a gasp of admiration from the women in the crowd. Even Liv found herself unable to look away from Garrett’s rippling physique as he threw himself to the ground and effortlessly performed a series of flawless one-handed pushups. By the time he was done, Garrett was receiving whistles and catcalls from the girls, and as he returned to his seat glistening with a light sheen of sweat, Emma murmured “show off”, and pulled him into a brief but deep kiss.

Liv made a mental note to encourage her son to move on from Emma Parkes. She seemed taken.

The game continued around the circle. A girl was dared to simulate moaning noises. A stocky boy was asked if he had ever jerked off thinking about Emma (he had, much to Emma’s disgusted amusement and his shame). Finally, the turn order came around to Marco, who locked eyes with Liv.

“I choose Vixen. Truth or Dare.”

Liv felt a pulse of wet heat flood through her as the crackling sexual energy of the room once again focused on her. She tried not to fidget as she said testily, “I told you, Marco. I’m not playing.” Despite her protest, the crowd still watched her with bated breath, hanging on every word of the exchange. Liv could feel how much the crowd of teens wanted to see her play… wanted to see her subjected to the same humiliations the other players had gone through.

Marco looked a little chagrined and beckoned her toward him. Liv didn’t want to speak with him. She especially didn’t want everyone to see that she would come to him when he commanded her. But something about the atmosphere and the pleasant buzz in her head made it hard to resist. She approached Marco like a moth to the flame.

As she got close, Marco leaned up to whisper, hot and soft in her ear. “Come on Vixen. Loosen up,” he said coaxingly. “Let’s just play for a round or two and then I promise we’ll go and talk about that video.”

Liv wavered. The game had been a lot tamer than she had expected so far, and, unlike these horny teens who wanted to live on the edge, Liv knew that Truth or Dare was a ridiculously simple game to win. You just had to pick “truth” every time and not give a fuck about what other people thought. But something about the situation made Liv feel uneasy. It felt like she was missing something.

She shook her head adamantly. “No way Marco,” Liv snapped, “I said I’m not going to play, and I meant it.”

“God! Enough of this,” said Emma with a disgusted sneer. “I’m bored with this saggy bitch and her whining. Pick someone else, Marco. You heard her. She’s too much of a pussy to play.”

As a grown woman, Liv should have been able to let the taunts of a bratty high school senior roll off her. But Liv had always struggled with controlling her emotions, and the ridicule coming from a little bitch that reminded her of her high school bullies was impossible to ignore. This girl half her age thought that Liv was AFRAID of an immature sleepover game?

Liv looked back at Marco, her eyes blazing with anger.

“Truth,” she spat. The crowd responded with an eager cheer of approval. The look of triumph on Marco’s face made Liv’s blood run cold. She was suddenly certain that she had missed something important.

“Ok Vixen,” said Marco, leaning back on the couch and staring up at her with insolent confidence, “Tell me this: what is the name of the person you are living with right now?” Liv felt the question hit her like a punch to the gut. Marco’s shit-brown eyes sparkled with amusement while the crowd murmured in confusion. They didn’t understand how devastating the question actually was.

Of course, the other person living with her right now was her son Elliot, a classmate of the party guests.

There was no way she could answer the question. Liv weighed giving up entirely and refusing to play any further. She could walk out the door right now, drive home, and regroup. But Emma, that little bitch, was watching Liv closely with a smug smile on her perfect, pouty lips. Liv didn’t want to give her the satisfaction.

Well, she could always test her luck and see what the other option was.

“I won’t answer that. I want to skip,” said Liv in a tight, frustrated voice. The crowd’s confusion deepened. Emma turned to Garrett and whispered something in his ear that made his eyebrows crease. But, despite their confusion, the excitement of the crowd rose as well. There was no getting out of a replacement dare… which meant that it could be particularly juicy.

“Ok then,” said Marco smoothly. He reached down and gently patted his thigh with a big shit-eating grin on his face. “I dare you to sit on my lap.” Liv could tell by the half-hearted noises the crowd was making that they thought this dare was disappointingly tame. But Marco’s confident words made Liv’s heart hammer in her chest.

It was devious. Marco knew that if he pushed her too far, Liv would storm out of the house, game be damned. He had carefully chosen a dare that pushed the envelope, drawing her deeper into a web of arousal and humiliation, while not going so far he would scare her away.

But had he judged correctly? Was Liv willing to sit on this infuriating young man’s lap just to continue this game? The two sexual opponents stared at each other, and in that fragile moment, Liv studied Marco De Luca. Something about him got under her skin. He was worthless. An underachiever even by the standards of a high school student. Losing to him was deeply humiliating purely because of how far beneath her Liv considered him. But for some reason, he had a deep streak of manly dominance that was darkly fascinating to Liv, as much as she hated to admit it. And, although she could scarcely even admit this to herself, his rugged face and broad shoulders… well, they weren’t unattractive.

Cursing herself for getting caught up in distracting thoughts, Liv made up her mind. Although submitting herself to Marco this way was deeply embarrassing, it was a price she was willing to pay to not be seen running away with her tail between her legs.

Liv held her breath as she lowered her plump ass gently down onto the lap of the younger man she despised, obeying his command. Her belly roiled with shame and irrepressible arousal as her ass made contact. As she suspected, Marco was already hard. She could feel his thick cock pressing up into her soft backside. A powerful memory of the last time they had seen each other assaulted her senses… Her giving the cocky little asshole a lap dance… getting caught up in the moment… Sinking his big cock deep into her throbbing cunt… riding him with shameful desperation, her big, plush ass crushing down into his muscular thighs again and again.

Liv bit her lip hard to suppress the moan that threatened to escape as the feeling of Marco’s cock blended with the humiliating, erotic memory. She realized that the entire crowd was still watching her, and they no longer seemed bored or disappointed. She flushed ever hotter as she realized her aroused reaction must have been obvious. She glanced over at Garrett and Emma, and saw with a thrill of anxiety that both of them were staring at her with a sort of predatory fascination.

Garrett was next up.

“I pick you, Vixen,” he said firmly, his icy blue eyes boring into hers. “Truth or Dare.”

Shit. Liv should have known that she would be a focus for the players once she joined the game. Well… she should probably still stick to the tried and true strategy. ‘Truth,” said Liv in a strangled voice, trying her best to ignore the feeling of Marco’s hard teen cock pressing into her ass and the growing heat inside her.

“So, Vixen,” said Garrett cheerfully, playing up his jovial tone for the watching crowd. “You’ve been pretty stubborn all night… insisting that you don’t have anything going on with Marco…” Nasty snicking broke out in the crowd, showing their clear disbelief. Liv felt another rolling wave of shame and heat as she understood that, despite her angry protests, it still seemed clear to the teens at the party that she and Marco had a sexual relationship.

“So my question is this,’ said Garrett with a cruel smirk, “Let’s solve this once and for all. Have you ever fucked Marco de Luca?”

“I… Well I…” stuttered Liv miserably. Titters and giggles began erupting through the crowd as Liv’s mortified reaction made it obvious what the true answer to the question was. Liv wriggled uncomfortably on Marco’s lap. It was a mistake: the movement only reminded her of the hard, thick cock pressing into her… and how hard it had fucked her eager pussy a few weeks ago.

“Yes,” gasped Liv finally, her hands flying up to cover her face in an uncharacteristic gesture of bashfulness. “I… I did.” The humiliation was crushing. She had spent the evening hotly insisting that there was nothing between her and Marco, that he was just some little boy who was totally beneath her. But now, she had been forced to eat crow, publically admitting her secret shame and invalidating all of her claims of mature disinterest.

It didn’t seem like things could get any worse.

“I also pick Vixen,” said Emma in a sweet, cheerful voice. “What do you say, slut? Truth or Dare?”

Liv felt her stomach roil at Emma’s cloying voice. She instinctively knew that this little girl was much more dangerous than Garrett. “It’s… It’s not fair,” she gulped. “Why is everyone just picking me?” She tried to make her voice sharp and accusatory, but even to her ears she sounded whiny and pathetic.

“Those are the rules, Vixen. It's my turn, so I pick who I want,” said Emma breezily. “We can't help it that it's so fun to watch you squirm. Now stop stalling. Truth or Dare.”

Liv thought quickly, through the warm haze of lust that had started to cloud her mind. Emma was an evil little bitch that had already gone out of her way to publically humiliate Liv, and Liv had already demonstrated that she had a weakness for certain truth questions. If Liv asked for truth, Emma would go straight for the throat. So, unintuitively, the best choice was probably to go straight for…

“Dare,” said Liv defiantly, looking Emma in the eyes. Liv might be getting horny and have trouble saying no to Marco, but this annoying little queen bee prompted the opposite reaction in her. Something about Emma made Liv want to scratch her eyes out.

“Ooooh, so brave, Vixen,” cooed Emma with false admiration, giving Liv a coy sidelong glance. “I like that. Well, having someone strip down and do exercises was popular last time. Let's do that again. I dare you to get topless and do some jumping jacks for us”

The crowd loved Emma’s twisted dare, letting out a dramatic “ohhhhh” as they gathered closer to see how the masked milf would respond. Liv felt her body blaze hotter at the obscene command. Her suppressed arousal had wound up so tightly inside her that she felt like she was reaching a breaking point. The watching, disrespectful crowd, her exposed secrets, and especially the hard cock pressed against her ass were making it increasingly hard to maintain her dignity as a mature woman.

But for now, she managed to keep her cool. This was exactly why she chosen dare first. So that she could use her precious skip. “I won’t. What else have you got?” she said grimly, staring down her son’s crush.

The crowd grumbled its disappointment, but Emma didn’t look phased. Liv felt a ripple of unease as she realized that Emma had anticipated her refusal. “Ok then,” said Emma sweetly, “I dare you to take your mask off.” You could have heard a pin drop as the crowd of rowdy teens turned and focused on Liv with intense interest.

They weren’t sure why the thirty-something bimbo at the party was hiding her face, but if she thought someone here might recognize her, then her identity must be juicy. People began whispering excitedly. Was it possible that she was a teacher?

“No! said Liv automatically, without even thinking about it. That was simply out of the question. It would destroy her entire life in a second if she removed her mask. Emma shook her head with a “tsk”. That’s not how it works, Vixen, she said slowly, as if explaining something to someone stupid. “There’s no getting out of the second dare. Now off with the mask, slut. I want to see that pretty face.”

Liv shook her head firmly, and the crowd murmured their disapproval. Suddenly Live began thinking about how easy it would be for a nearby teen to snatch the mask off her face. The alcohol and arousal were making it hard to think. It was time to leave. Things had gone too far already.

Liv tried to rise from her seat but was frustrated to feel that Marco had slipped an arm around her waist, holding her firmly in place. “Wait a sec,” said Marco, speaking to Emma, “If Vixen agreed to go back and do the first dare, would you let her?”

Emma made of big show of considering the request. “Hmmmm,” she said thoughtfully, “Well… Normally I would consider that cheating… But I do think watching Vixen's fat fake titties bounce around would be funny. So sure. Why not?”

Liv turned on Marco with a glare, furious at his unwelcome intervention. “I’m not going to get naked in front of a bunch of highschoolers!” she hissed angrily.

Marco’s reaction stopped her dead in her tracks. He shrugged with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Why not?” he asked simply. “Nobody here knows who you fucking are, Vixen. Isn’t this the perfect place to indulge your little embarrassment kink? You can get naked and no one but you and I will ever know.

Liv hadn’t thought about it that way… Looking at it in that light, it was almost like she was invincible in this erotic game. She might be humiliated in this moment, but it would be Emma who had to go to school on Monday with everyone knowing how many guys she had blown.

Liv’s body pulsed with the pleasant buzz of alcohol and the filthy heat of her masochistic arousal. She tried to think of reasons why Marco was wrong… why she shouldn’t just give in and show the party her naked breasts. She shifted slightly on Marco’s lap, pressing his cock even more firmly between her cheeks. She realized with horror that her panties were hot and moist and had been for some time. This game was turning her on even more than she thought.

“Come on,” whispered Marco in her ear. “You’re all masked up and safe. This is your chance. Let Vixen out to play.”

Liv’s brain felt fuzzy and warm. Without even feeling like she was making a conscious decision, Liv’s hands reached up and shakily gripped the bottom hem of her tank top, lifting it slowly to reveal a sliver of soft, feminine belly. The crowd gasped in delight as the shirt rose higher, inch by inch.

By the time the shirt crept over the bottom swell of her black, lacy bra, the crowd was practically roaring, and Liv had regained her sense of shame, squeezing her eyes shut as her face grew hot with embarrassment beneath her mask. But despite the choking sense of defeat, Liv’s hands didn’t stop, pulling the shirt up and over her face, leaving her wearing just a bra and jeans in front of the slavering teenage crowd.

The shock of adrenaline gave Liv a moment of clarity. She was an adult woman about to go topless in front of her son’s classmates. She had been stewing all night about how everyone at the party was treating her like a slut. And here she was, about to prove them all right.

More importantly, she remembered another excellent reason not to get her tits out in front of Marco.

But it was too late now, the room thrummed with erotic excitement and all eyes were on her. It was a familiar feeling from her days as a stripper: the eroticism of being the center of sexual attention in the room carried her along like a leaf in a current. Even as panic gripped her heart, her numb hands reached behind her back to undo the clasps on her enormous bra.

With a showman’s flourish and an instinctual saucy grin on her face despite her humiliation, Liv whipped her bra off and tossed it into the cheering crowd, revealing the massive globes of her perfect fake tits…

… and the shining metal piercings that still remained on her stiff, slutty nipples.

Liv felt a certain twisted satisfaction as she saw the dumbfounded look on Marco’s face and felt his cock twitch against her pillowy ass. Liv had never in a million years thought that Marco would see her naked breasts again, so when she decided to keep the piercings that Marco had saddled her with as a degrading powerplay, it had seemed like a harmless, kinky secret. A reminder of the awful, but deeply erotic experience the young dominant man had put her through.

Besides, Craig had loved them, and he never needed to know why his girlfriend had gotten the piercings in the first place.

But Liv could see it in the boy’s muddy brown eyes. Marco knew the truth that Liv couldn’t even admit to herself: that Marco still had some sort of perverse hold on her. The shiny metal studs were irrefutable proof that Liv couldn’t forget about when he fucked her.

“You’re not done yet, slut,” said Emma with a cruel giggle. “On your feet Vixen! Show us those jumping jacks!” Liv glared at the pretty little brat sitting across from her. As erotic as she found this exposure, it didn’t make her like this smug little bitch any more. She swiftly rose to her feet and stood in the middle of the breathless circle of high school seniors. She could feel the sharp eyes of dozens of her son’s classmates burning into her exposed breasts, topped with stiff nipples that broadcast her humiliating arousal at her predicament.

Then she started jumping, sending her big round tits bouncing and jolting in a painful, ridiculous display. Hooting laughter spread through the watching crowd, although Liv also noted that most of the boys were also pitching tents in their pants.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of bouncing breasts, the ordeal was over. Liv sat down and demurely crossed an arm over her chest. Her fake tits were far too large to be hidden completely by an arm, but at least she was able to shield her nipples from the hungry eyes of the crowd. Liv looked around for her bra and shirt, but it seemed like they had disappeared just like her jacket had while she was distracted by her jumping jacks. She took a shuddering breath a let it go. She would just look silly if she scrambled around and tried to find them right now.

“Ok, who’s next?” asked Garrett, beginning to slur his words a little.

“Me,” said Liv firmly. “I’m playing now, right? So I get a turn.” Emma looked a little disgruntled, but Garrett nodded. “Yep. In fact, you probably should have gone after your boyfriend. Our bad. Go ahead and choose someone.”

Liv bristled internally at Garrett casually referring to Marco as her boyfriend, but she had more important things to worry about.

Like revenge.

Emma glared at her from Garrett’s side, accurately sensing where this was going.

“Emma,” said Liv with great satisfaction, sitting back on Marco’s lap like a queen on a throne, her huge tits poorly covered by one thin arm, “Truth or Dare?”

“Dare,” said Emma sharply, her eyes defiant. Liv felt giddy with power. So Emma wanted to act tough, did she? Liv would make her regret it. Of course, she had to be careful. As much as Liv would like to dare Emma to suck cock and add a ninth man to her tally, Liv wasn’t as free to act as the high schoolers were. If it got out that Emma dared Liv to take her top off… well, kids will be kids. But if some parents heard that an adult woman had dared Emma to suck cock in public… that would probably start an investigation into who the mystery woman was.

Luckily, Liv had the perfect idea. Devastating while not going too far. When she was in highschool, there was a girl in her class who was bullied for months because she had kissed another girl during a game of spin the bottle. Liv knew how cruel high schoolers could be. After her dare, people would be whispering behind Emma’s back until graduation and beyond.

Liv couldn’t wait to wipe the smug look off the little bitch’s face. “I dare you to make out with a girl!” she said triumphantly. But wait… who should Emma’s partner be? “Make out with…” Liv hesitated. Anyone else she pointed to would also catch the same flak from the same-sex kissing. That hardly seemed fair. There were two other girls in the circle playing truth or dare, but could Liv really justify dooming them to rumors and giggles along with Emma? Maybe if Liv wasn’t so distracted and horny, she would have thought this through better…

Liv looked up from her panicked thoughts to see Emma standing above her with a strange smolder in her eyes.

“I didn’t say who to kiss yet. What are you doing?” asked Liv stupidly, her arm suddenly pressing harder against her naked tits from her surprise.

“Doing your stupid dare, slut,” purred Emma, her hand slipping behind Liv’s head and twining her fingers into Liv’s raven hair as she pulled the older woman forward into a rough kiss.

Liv grunted in surprise and displeasure as the soft lips of her son’s high school crush met hers. She wanted to push the bratty younger woman away, but her arm was trapped between them… and besides, something horrible was happening inside her. Her pathetic, exhibitionist lust was roaring and swelling, filling her to bursting with dark, twisted heat. The act of being performatively kissed by the bitchy, popular bully was sending her humiliation fetish off in a powerful way.

Against her will, Liv found her stiff, affronted posture melting.

As the crowd chattered and pressed closer, Liv felt Emma’s wicked little tongue slip between her lips, exploring her mouth with confident, eager movements. Liv was getting carried away by the delicious wrongness of being dominantly kissed by a younger woman; she couldn’t help but swirl and tangle her tongue submissively with the high school senior’s. Ironically, she was living out a fantasy that her own son had jerked off to dozens of times: a steamy make-out session with Emma Parkes.

Emma herself warmed up to the kiss as well, sensing her prey’s crumbling defenses and reluctant submission. Emma’s slim hand tightened in Liv’s hair as she dominantly controlled the kiss. Her other hand snaked up between them, her fingers demanding entrance beneath the arm modestly concealing Liv’s huge tits…

Liv tried her best to resist the younger brat, but she was at the limits of her willpower, and the humiliating kiss just felt so good. Her sweaty arm fell away, allowing Emma to roughly grab and squeeze the milf’s big fake tits, much to the enjoyment of the crowd. The feeling of giving in to the horrible, beautiful bully who had been tearing her down all night was somehow deeply cathartic. It was like Emma was finishing the job her high school bullies had begun so long ago: finally completely crushing her and showing the world how much of a pathetic slut she was.

Liv couldn’t have said how long the makeout session lasted. She felt dazed and horny when Emma finally pulled away, a strand of saliva hanging briefly between them. Liv at least had the satisfaction of seeing that the bratty queen bee was also blushing and breathing heavily as they stared into each others’ eyes. Well… as shameful as that had been for Liv, maybe Emma would have lesbian rumors about her flying thick and fast after all after that performance

The moment was broken when Marco tapped Liv on the shoulder, forcing his phone into her hands. “Sorry to ruin the fun ladies,” he said apologetically, “But Vixen needs to see this.”

Liv stared down at the phone in confusion as Emma retreated to the embrace of Garrett, who looked stunned but happy at his girl’s slutty show. On the screen of Marco’s phone was a text conversation, a discussion about how someone was coming to join him at the party and would be arriving soon. For a second, in her confused state, Liv didn’t understand why Marco was showing her this. Then she read the name of the contact.

Elliot.

Fuck.

Liv’s blood ran cold as she reread the last message. Elliot had texted Marco that he was here. Two minutes ago. Liv felt panic engulf her. She had never even considered this a possibility. Elliot wasn’t the kind of kid that went to parties like this. Oh God… he was probably moving through the party now… toward the loud boisterous crowd in the living room.

Where his mom was topless, sitting on his best friend’s lap after just having made out with his crush.

True, she was masked, but Elliot knew her too well. Knew her voice. There was no way he could see her like this, mask or no. But how could she escape? Any way she tried to exit might be directly into the path of her son if he was already in the house. And she still didn’t have her shirt or bra.

Liv looked up into Marco’s eyes, defeated and weak, silently begging for the help of a man she despised.

“Vixen,” said Marco with a sickening, triumphant grin, “I dare you to do seven minutes in heaven with me. Right over there.” He pointed to a slightly ajar door on the wall of the living room. Liv gulped, looking for some way she could refuse… but Marco had her right where he wanted her. There were no other options if she didn’t want Elliot to see everything. Liv couldn’t trust herself to speak. With a lump in her throat and a burning blush beneath her mask, she nodded.

“Hey, that’s not fair!” protested Garrett, leaning forward. “It’s not your turn!” From the bulge in his pants and the annoyed look in his eyes, Liv guessed that the cocky jock had already made plans for what he had wanted to dare Vixen to do next round.

Marco shrugged and got up, pulling Liv to her feet in the process. “Sorry man, but she needs it right fucking now. Don’t you, Vixen?” He paused, waiting for an answer. When Liv realized that Marco would refuse to move until she responded, she mumbled. “Yes, that’s right.”

Despite the protests of the crowd, Marco pulled Liv to the door and they slipped inside, closing off the bright, hot room behind them.

…

Elliot Franklin moved through the party, nodding to people he recognized with what he hoped was suave confidence. Inside, he felt like a bundle of nerves and adrenaline. This was his first big party. He still couldn’t believe that Marco had managed to get him invited.

What was even more surprising was that he had the opportunity to go at all. Normally his Mom was so strict that he would never have the chance.

Elliot loved his Mom, but sometimes she could be so boring.

But tonight, in a miraculous convergence of circumstances, his mom happened to be on a date night with her boyfriend on the same day that Marco happened to get him an invitation. Elliot would have to thank Marco when he managed to track him down. He felt a little guilty that he and his best friend had been growing distant lately. Elliot just felt that they were on different tracks in life. Marco was staying in town to work at an auto shop, while Elliot was headed to a prestigious university in the fall.

And it didn’t help that Elliot refused to believe the crazy stories that Marco had started telling lately.

Elliot moved toward the crowd, finally reaching the living room of the luxurious suburban house where the party was being held. Apparently, Garret Stevens’s parents had left him home alone for the weekend or something.

As Elliot arrived, he was disappointed to see that the crowd was breaking up. Apparently, whatever they were gathered for was over. He considered turning around and looking for a drink, but then he heard a voice that stopped him dead. Emma was in the living room.

Elliot unconsciously smoothed his hair and stood up a little straighter as he fought the flow of the crowd and entered the living room, making a beeline toward the loveseat where Emma sat. Unfortunately, Garret Stevens, the host of the party and basketball star, had his arm around her. That sapped Elliot’s excitement quite a bit, but before he could turn and leave, Emma saw him, her face crinkling into a cute smile.

‘Hey, it’s Eric!” she said cheerfully. “So glad you could make it!” Elliot sat behind Emma in Physics, and had been helping her with homework over the past semester. He obviously wasn’t thrilled that she called him the wrong name, but it was an improvement over before, when she didn’t interact with him at all.

Garrett belched, looking a little annoyed. “You came at a bad time buddy,” he said with his usual cocky attitude, “You missed all the fun.”

“Fun?” asked Elliot quizzically. Yeah, that was right, practically everyone at the party had been gathered in the living room for some reason.

“You know that slutty milf that Marco De Luca has been bragging about banging?” asked Garrett with a chuckle. “Well, he managed to convince her to come to the party.”

Elliot’s mouth fell open in disbelief. “Vixen?” he asked in a shocked tone, “She’s fucking real?”

“Oh yeah,” said Emma, her eyes sparkling captivatingly with amusement. “And she’s even sluttier than he described.”

“Tits are bigger than he said too,” grunted Garrett, prompting a heartbreakingly flirty punch to his side from Emma. “Here, check this out.” Garrett fished around behind his back and pulled out a sexy black bra with massive cups from where he had been hiding it behind him. Elliot’s eyes widened as Garret shoved the lacy underwear into his hands. He didn’t know if he had ever seen a woman in real life with tits that big. Well, except for one woman, but she didn’t count.

“She’s got fucking naked in the middle of a party?” asked Elliot in a strangled tone. It was hard to imagine that any woman could be that slutty. His mind boggled even thinking about it. He was beginning to regret not getting to the party a little earlier.

“Oh buddy,” said Garrett with a secretive grin, for some reason staring at Emma, “She did way more than just take her top off.” Emma blushed and said, “Shut up, asshole. I’m bored. Let’s go get drinks.”

Elliot was still reeling from the revelation that the ridiculous, made-up conquest Marco wouldn’t stop bragging about was actually a real woman. He ran his thumb over the soft, lacy material of the bra. “Where’s Marco,” he asked Garrett and Emma as they got up and headed out of living room.

Emma giggled and motioned toward a door. “Seven minutes in heaven. The pathetic slut couldn’t wait another second. But I wouldn’t wait up for your buddy. I get the feeling that they will be too… invested to stick strictly to the time limit.”

Garrett and Emma followed the last of the crowd out of the living room, leaving only a few other people besides Elliot. So Marco really was hooking up with a hot milf. The idea made Elliot feel strange… Guilty and horny and confused all at once. He looked toward the door on the wall, made sure nobody was watching him, then moved closer.

Elliot glanced again at the sexy bra in his hands, then up at the door in front of him. Right behind this door, his best friend was…

Elliot gulped, and, with one more quick look to check that no one was paying attention to him, gently placed an ear up to the door.

His pulse quickened as he heard unmistakable soft, wet noises.

…

Liv slammed the door behind her, her heart in her throat. She slapped a hand over her mouth, trying her best to stifle her heavy breathing.

That had been close. Too close. She had been a minute at most away from being caught by her son.

And now she was trapped alone with an 18-year-old who made no secret of wanting to fuck her brains out.

The door turned out to lead to a walk-in closet with shelves of towels, linens, and cleaning supplies. It would have seemed big for its purpose at any other time. But right now, standing next to Marco, who had a bulge in his pants and a glint in his eye, it seemed very cramped indeed.

The sight of the horny boy so close to her in the dim room sent a flash of heat through Liv’s overstimulated body. She realized with shock that the threat of exposure hadn’t damped her arousal at all. If anything, it raged inside her stronger than it had before.

Which was especially concerning, because Liv had trouble saying no to Marco even when she wasn’t a quivering, sopping-wet mess.

Marco didn’t try to trick her, or confuse her, or even convince her this time. He simply pounced, Pushing Liv back up against the door as his strong arms wrapped around her waist and he planted hot, hungry kisses on her neck.

Liv tried to find the inner strength to push this arrogant boy away, put when her arms rose to his chest, they just rested there, feeling the hard, muscular plane of his pecs. She closed her eyes and instinctively threw her head back further, her body welcoming the younger man’s kisses even as her mind was in turmoil.

“Marco, stop,” she panted, trying to get back into her usual tough, streetwise mindset that this boy had somehow shattered. “I can’t. Elliot might be in the next room!” Her whisper sounded breathy and weak in the suddenly-stuffy air of the closet. She could have easily pushed Marco away. But she didn’t.

And when Marco reached down and popped open the button on the front of her jeans, Liv’s only protest was a strangled whimper. Marco’s strong, rough hand tickled for a moment at her belly, then plunged down under the hem of her panties.

Liv gasped as fireworks seemed to pop and fizzle in her brain. Her arousal had been suppressed and held back for too long, and now, as Marco’s fingers made contact with her throbbing, slick flesh, the dam inside her blew open, releasing a flood of red-hot, filthy lust.

Liv didn’t try to stop Marco anymore. She stopped thinking and seized Marco’s head, pulling him up from her neck into a deep, wet kiss. Liv’s tongue tangled with one of her son’s classmates for the second time that night as Marco’s firm fingers rubbed and teased, stuffed down the front of her tight jeans. Liv tried with difficulty to hold back her moans. She needed to stay quiet. It was still definitely possible that Elliot was in the next room.

Really the best idea would be to stop. But that was out of the question at this point. Liv still hated Marco, and saw him as utterly beneath her, but that was part of what made it so hot. Submitting to a snot-nosed kid like him was humiliating. And she had always gotten off on humiliation.

Maro’s other hand fumbled at his belt, and before she knew it, the younger man had seized Liv’s hand, bringing it to his crotch in a silent command. Liv hesitated for only a moment before submitting once again, wrapping her graceful fingers around his throbbing thickness, stroking the length of the cock that had so recently been pressing into her ass.

Just as both of their hands began moving faster, Liv’s phone began buzzing. It was enough to momentarily snap her out of her daze. Liv broke the kiss, softly cursed, and fished the phone out of her pocket.

Craig, her boyfriend was calling. Fuck. Because of the horrible, erotic distractions of the evening, Liv had totally forgotten that she had promised to meet Craig at his place hours ago. After all, her meeting with Marco was supposed to have been short and to the point.

And thinking about that made Liv remember, with a flush of shame, that she was supposed to be stonewalling Marco tonight. Intimidating him. Making clear that she would rather burn her life to the ground than ever do anything sexual for him again. And yet here she was, topless with him in a closet, stroking his cock and making out with him while he fingered her.

And it wasn’t even because he promised to delete the footage if she did.

Liv watched with a mixture of guilt and relief as the call went to her voicemail, then looked back up at Marco, who was watching her with an intense expression.

“Marco, enough,” said Liv, regaining some of her confidence. “I wanted to meet tonight to discuss your blackmail attempts. I don’t want to do anything sexual with you.”

Marco smirked. “That’s what you keep saying Vixen, but I don’t think it’s the whole story.” He looked down significantly, and Liv realized mortifyingly that she hadn’t stopped stroking Marco’s stiff young cock the entire time she was talking. It was like her body had a mind of its own. It didn’t matter if her boyfriend called, or if it was wrong, or if she hated Marco’s guts: her body wanted cock now. Every nerve in her body sang with desperate arousal. She could feel hot juices slipping down to cover Marco’s fingers.

“No… I… I just,” she said lamely, trying to find some way to deny the mutual lust of her son’s best friend and her.

“Shhhh,” said Marco soothingly. He withdrew his fingers from between her thighs, but alarmingly both of his hands now moved to her hips, gripping her jeans and beginning to slip them downward. “It’s ok. You need this. Why can’t you be Vixen just for tonight? Forget all about how you have to be responsible, and mature, and superior… and let out the dirty little slut you locked inside. You can tell yourself it was a moment of weakness tomorrow and promise to never do it again. But tonight… just let go and take what you really want.”

The thought of submitting to this cocky boy was too deliciously humiliating to resist. Liv caved, thrusting aside all of her objections. She threw her arms around Marco’s neck and kissed him deeply as her jeans finally cleared the swell of her ass and fell to pool at her feet.

Now that Liv had surrendered completely, her perception became a frenzied blur of lust. The dim room now felt hot and humid as Marco swiftly tugged his clothes off, leaving his naked body gleaming in the dim golden light that slipped under the door. Liv pulled him toward her hungrily, feeling her stiff pierced nipples scrape his muscular chest as her tits crushed against him. His hard cock was thick and stiff in her hand once again, but this time she had no intention of stopping at a handjob.

Marco was on the same wavelength. He reached out one arm and roughly swept a row of stacked towels of the shelf to the floor, creating a soft place to complete his conquest. His strong arms gently lowered Liv to her back.

Marco loomed above, kissing her deeply, their tongues writhing together again as he took his position between her eagerly spreading legs.

Marco entered her swiftly while their lips were still locked, drawing a soft appreciative sound from deep in her throat as she felt his hot, iron-hard length fill and stretch her completely. She had refused to admit it to herself, but she had missed this since she fucked her son’s best friend the first time. His cock felt like it was meant for her.

After her long evening of slowly rising erotic tension, Liv’s body hummed with deep sexual bliss as Marco began thrusting with long, powerful hip motions. Her soaking wet pussy made loud squishing sounds as he worked, but Liv no longer cared. Although she hated to admit it, this little asshole was able to do things to her sexually that Craig had never been able to. It felt like she was back in her early twenties, fucking a bouncer at the club to work off a night of erotic humiliation. Liv’s hips moved in harmony with Marco’s, her internal muscles gripping and milking his cock eagerly.

Marco’s pace was deep, and rough, and thorough, hitting all the right spots inside her. His hands were all over her breasts… especially her pierced nipples, the secret symbol of her continued submission to him. The frantic, flesh-slapping pace of the two lovers increased. They were making no attempt to draw out or savor this filthy fuck session. Both Liv and Marco were horny and desperate for release. The evening had wound both of them up, and they would both stop at nothing for orgasm.

Liv recognized vaguely that the light had dimmed slightly. Two shadows blocking the light streaming in under the door showed that someone was just on the other side. But Liv was past caring. Her body had been screaming for release all evening, and Marco’s hard teen cock was going to give it to her.

Liv was so far past caring that she didn’t even bother to hold back as her powerful climax gripped her. She let out low, sultry moans, wrapping her long silky legs around Marco’s hips and gripping his sweaty back so hard she left red claw marks on his shoulders that would take days to fade. Marco himself grunted and strained as he felt Liv’s eager pussy spasm and flutter around him, setting off his orgasm as well, cumming deep inside her milf pussy.

…

Elliot gulped and adjusted his pants as he heard the unmistakable sound of a female orgasm behind the closet door.

God, Marco was so lucky. Now that he knew “Vixen” was real, Elliot would have to milk his best friend for all the juicy details later. If she was that slutty, maybe he could even get some pictures or something…

Elliot felt the hard-on in his pants throb dully. Somehow, this party just didn’t seem that interesting anymore. Especially since it was clear that Emma was here with Garrett. Actually… since his mom was over at Craig’s, maybe going home and having some private time was more appealing.

Elliot felt the soft, lacy black material of the bra in his hands, He looked around the living room suspiciously. No one was paying him the slightest bit of attention, all too drunk and focused on the friends they were talking to. Which was probably a good thing, considering how long he had been listening at the door.

Elliot took a deep breath, and, his heart hammering, he stuffed the bra under his shirt to hide it and swiftly made his way out of the house.

Just a little souvenir to enhance his fun tonight as he remembered the slutty moans from behind the closet door.

…

Liv lay back, panting heavily on the stained and damp bed of towels with a hand over her eyes. Even through the rosy afterglow of her powerful orgasm, guilt and shame were creeping back in.

“Oh, right,” said Marco as he tugged his jeans back on standing above her, “We were going to talk about the sex tape I have of us. Don’t worry. I have a plan. You just need to do one little thing for me and I will leave you alone.”

Liv wanted to protest and take the hard line she had promised herself she would use on Marco in this meeting, but the tough words died on the way between her brain and lips. They would just sound ridiculous immediately after giving in to his twisted desires. “What did you have in mind?” she asked dryly.

“It’s not ready yet,” said Marco, his voice muffled by the shirt he was pulling over his head. “I can let you know when the time is right. But don’t worry. I swear no one else will see that video until you have a chance to do what I ask you to.”

“Whatever,” said Liv wearily. She was inwardly relieved. Now she would have a chance to regain her confidence after her crushing defeat tonight, and hopefully refuse Marco more effectively when he did spring his demand on her.

“Hang tight for a second,” said Marco with a crooked grin, his hand on the door, “I’ll make sure the coast is clear.” Then he swiftly opened the closet door a crack and slipped outside, closing the door behind him.

When he was gone, Liv guiltily pulled out her phone. She felt a dark sinking feeling as she saw that Craig had actually been calling and texting quite a bit over the past two hours. The last call was just the only was that she noticed in the quiet of the closet. She had cheated on him tonight. With a high school student.

Internally, she resolved that it would never happen again. She would make it up to Craig somehow, even though he would never find out what happened. But first, she would need to come up with a good lie for why she hadn’t shown up and missed all his calls and texts.

Liv jumped a little as the door to the closet opened fully, filling it with golden light. Marco tossed her tank top down to her, followed by the jacket she had lost earlier in the party.

“Coast is clear,” he said briskly. “Elliot left the party.”

Liv frowned up at him as she grabbed the shirt and jacket. “And my bra?” she asked irritably.

“Couldn’t find it,” said Marco with an apologetic shrug. “Some perv must have taken it.”

…

By the time Liv bustled into Craig’s apartment, she had time to calm down and regain some of her usual confidence.

“Hey babe!” she called out as she slipped off her shoes, “Again, I’m so sorry for missing all your calls! I don’t know how I slipped into a nap that deep. They must be working me to hard at the…

Liv’s words trailed off and her eyes widened as she took in the scene in front of her. Rose petals were scattered around her boyfriend’s dining room table, along with guttering, burnt-down candles and a long-cooled romantic dinner.

In front of it stood her lean, rugged boyfriend. After the horrible teen party, he was a sight for sore eyes, mature, manly, and a little sheepish. This sort of romantic display wasn’t really like him at all. It could only mean that there was some sort of special occasion.

“Well, it wasn’t great timing, Liv,” he said with soft smile to show he forgave her, “But I hope the mix-up didn’t spoil the mood too much.”

Liv let out a soft gasp as Craig fell to one knee, reaching into his back pocket to produce a small velvet box.

“Olivia Franklin, I know that it might be a little soon, but will you marry me?” asked Craig seriously, his eyes grave.

Liv’s mouth was open in shock. Craig was right, this was soon. But in that moment, Craig looked so good to her. Stable and safe and wholesome after her awful erotic nightmare of a night. And she had a deep feeling that she owed the poor man something.

And maybe most importantly, Liv had the sneaking sense that committing further to Craig might help her resist Marco’s temptation.

Which is why she said, “Yes!”, took the beautiful diamond ring, and slipped it onto her finger.

Craig rose immediately to pull his new fiance into an embrace and kiss her. She rested her head on his shoulder with a sigh, feeling safe, happy, and guilty all at once.

Craig rubbed her back, then paused.

“Liv… why aren’t you wearing a bra?”

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