As sleep overtook me, I had a dream I had never had before, and I was right back in Frank's office. Not that I had never had a wet dream or dreamt about the night I lost my virginity. I had wet dreams about Frank before we actually had sex, but they became more intense after we did it for real. For weeks after cutting myself off from sex, I had some very perverted dreams.

The dream started with Frank pulling off my panties and beginning to lick my pussy. I closed my eyes, but when I opened them again, Viktoriya was between my legs. It was the first time I had a wet dream about another woman, and I woke up feeling very aroused. Before I could think about it, I slid my hand between my legs and touched myself until I came.

Afterward, I felt ashamed of what I had done, and my embarrassment deepened when I realized a shadowy figure was standing by the door, watching me pleasure myself. It was Kathy; she held the clothes Viktoriya had handpicked for me. There was no mistaking what I was doing, given my loud moans, bare breasts with hard, pointed nipples, and the arch of my back as I screamed out during an orgasm.

I got out of bed, pretending I hadn't just been caught masturbating, and walked casually up to Kathy. She handed me my clothes, her eyes filled with arousal, which I ignored as I got dressed. It wasn't something I would usually wear, but it was better than nothing. The shorts were the sluttiest thing I had ever seen or worn.

They were Daisy Duke shorts, cut so short that my ass hung out of them, with a thin line of denim covering my crotch. If I didn't keep my legs together while sitting, the edge of my pussy could be seen. The shirt was better; it was white, leaving only my stomach exposed and outlining my nipples.

I left without saying a word to the girl because there were things I didn't want to address. My fingers were still wet with my juices, and I sure as hell didn't want to explain why. Telling her I had a crazy sex dream about Viktoriya was the last thing I wanted to say out loud, even to myself. I focused on getting breakfast so I wouldn't think about what my dream meant.

The dining area was empty; Viktoriya had left with her goons earlier, and only the help remained. I bent over, looking through the fridge for eggs when I heard something behind me. When I turned, I saw an attractive blonde in her mid-twenties staring. Her blue eyes gleamed with heated desire, and I knew she wasn't looking at my ass.

I cursed Viktoriya under my breath for making me wear the sluttiest shorts in the world. I was in the worst position, wearing such attire with no underwear. Bent over like that in those shorts gave the woman a clear view of something I wished she hadn't seen. The sides of my pussy were peeking out from between the thin line of my denim shorts.

A curious question stirred in my head, and it frightened me a little. "Did she hire only lesbians, or did some become one while working for her?"

Neither one brought me any comfort; either one of them would inevitably try to seduce me, or I would turn into one myself by being around them. The latter is what I fear more than anything; years of denying my sexual impulses had made me quite sensitive to anything sexual. A slight push at the right moment could make me do things I'd rather not do.

"Can I help you?"

Her voice broke the silence. It was sweet and tender. She looked too straight to be gay in her white shirt and pants. Not that gays can't look that way or have to dress stereotypically. She could blend in with any group without giving away that she is batting for the same team. I guess it is true that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover.

"No, I am just looking for something to cook."

"That is my job. I am Rebecca, the cook here. Ms. Volkova gave me direct orders to serve you anything you desire. We are well stocked here, and I can cook you anything you like," the woman said with a kind smile.

She made me some eggs and toast, which tasted amazing. Rebecca sat beside me as I ate and started a conversation. I noticed the outline of a bra under her shirt as we talked, but I was confused about why it made me feel disappointed. While her breasts caught my attention, mine caught hers as well.

She would, on occasion, glance at my still-hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of my shirt. I didn't understand why the thought of another woman checking me out turned me on, but here I was, aroused, eating my eggs while my tits were being stared at. The only thing I could do was pretend the woman in front of me wasn't fantasizing about having me for breakfast.

It was too much for me to handle at the time, so I pushed it out of my mind. After finishing my meal, I thanked the woman and returned to my room. I didn't want to stop punishing myself because I didn't feel I deserved forgiveness. What I did with Frank still haunts me, as does all the hurt I caused in that affair.

The lesbian tendencies within me were shocking to experience, and I played them off as the result of years of ignoring my sexual needs. It was easier to use that as an excuse than to face the facts. The truth was that Viktoriya's little game was giving me what my body had been craving and helping me see that I was a sexual person.

To avoid any more unwanted temptation, I headed back to my room and watched TV until Viktoriya came back. No matter what show I watched, sex lingered in the back of my mind, and I saw each actor in a sexual light.

For a couple of hours, my desires built, pushing against the dam of my resistance and cracking the walls I had put up. I ignored the desire that had crawled inside me ever since I first met Viktoriya and the women on her crew. A voice whispered seductively in my ear, reminding me of the kiss I had shared with Viktoriya, the sweet taste of her lips, and the thrill it gave me.

Kathy walked into my room before my thoughts could go any further. She held clothes in her hands, a bright smile on her face, and looked at me with her big eyes. The girl bit her bottom lip innocently before replying, "Viktoriya requested your company for lunch and asked you to wear this. She will wait in the car for you."

Great, I thought after seeing what I had to wear. I wasn't comfortable going out in that outfit without any undergarments. The shirt was a pale blue, but it was made for someone with a larger chest than mine. They were a decent size, and I used to call them my Goldilocks tits in high school. They weren't too small or too big. They were just right for the boys of all ages.

The flowing white miniskirt scared me a bit because I feared I would expose myself in public. A gust of wind could lift my skirt, revealing to everyone around me that I wasn't wearing any underwear. Until last night, only one man knew the curve of my breasts, how my nipples would harden when aroused, the black bush on my mons, and how my pussy would open like a flower with its tender pink lips.

Ever since Viktoriya walked into my life, the most intimate part of my body has been regularly exposed. I had walked around in that woman's house completely nude, among women, women who were lesbians. Not that there was anything wrong with being gay; I believed it was normal and not taboo, as some people think.

Kathy was the only one among them I was comfortable being seen naked by. Her sexuality had an innocence to it, making her look adorable as she stared at my body. She looked at me with wonder, as if I were a thing of beauty. It was nice to be adored, even if it was by another girl rather than a cute guy.

I took my time removing my shirt, folding it before placing it on the bed. I told myself I was being kind to the girl, but in truth it was a little cruel. I teased her with a body I knew she wanted to fondle, kiss, or embrace as a lover. I was straight, at least that was what I kept telling myself, and I tried to pretend the whole thing didn't arouse me.

Too embarrassed to look her in the eyes as I unbuttoned my shorts, I looked down to the right as I slipped them off. Her big eyes lit up with desire as she stared at my crotch, and a strange tingling stirred in my belly. I did this with her and no one else because Kathy was safe. The girl watched me like a loyal, well-trained dog, waiting for a command. If I never said anything, nothing would ever happen between us.

I took the shirt from Kathy's hands, took my time looking at it, then put it on. I wanted to prolong the experience because I was in control, which gave me back some of the power Viktoriya had taken from me. Hurting the girl was never the goal; I just wanted to regain some control I'd lost.

The shirt was a little loose and had an opening in the front, revealing too much of my chest. If I wasn't careful, the strap could slide off my shoulder, exposing my breasts. I also noticed that if I bent over too much, my shirt would open up and reveal them in another way. This was why she picked out this outfit for me to wear, because it was all part of her game.

After putting on the skirt, Kathy handed me a pair of black high heels and helped me put them on. I kept my legs open, giving her a peek at the treasure between them. She took the opportunity to look at my moist lips, and I was surprised by how aroused I was.

As I walked to the car to meet Viktoriya, it hit me what I'd let happen with Kathy. Why did I do that? That was the question I kept asking myself, one I was too afraid to answer. I wasn't even gay, but something inside me liked it when another girl looked at me lustfully.

Once I got into the limo, I saw Viktoriya watching me with a cocky grin, and I couldn't help but feel slightly attracted to her. Her hair fell over the right side of her face, bright red lipstick covered her lips, and her dark eyes sparkled with mischief. She wore a black blazer with no shirt underneath; one button held it together. Her breasts were as big as mine, and I could see the soft curves of them sticking out.

She also wore a short black skirt and spread her legs as if daring me to look. I told myself I wouldn't, but curiosity got the best of me. It looked like a meaty flower with pink lips, with a thin patch of blonde hair resting on top of it. A strange desire came over me to press my face closer so I could inhale the scent of this erotic rose.

It held me in a trance; unable to look away, I stared helplessly, feeling things I shouldn't. A hunger stirred inside me, frightening me, and it took great effort to look away from this alluring flower. When I met her gaze, the woman smiled; she caught me staring again and seemed to enjoy corrupting my innocence.

"I will let you pick where we have lunch. We can go back to where you punch the clock, or we can go to this nice little lesbian club I know," she said with a smirk, knowing which answer I would pick.

I didn't want her to embarrass me in front of my coworkers by playing her perverted game. I needed the job and couldn't afford to quit out of shame. Through gritted teeth, I replied, "Let's go to that lesbian club."

This was what she wanted to hear, and it was part of her plan. She knew I wouldn't pick a place where people knew me. Hearing me say I wanted to go to a lesbian club stunned my pride and cursed my brother again for putting me in this position.

The club didn't look like I expected, and it was pretty unremarkable for a private club. I expected something more extreme from Viktoriya. Not that it wasn't nice. It was, with a bar in the corner, a dance floor to the left, and tables and booths up front. The club was no different from any other club, except that it was all women.

The women were of all shapes and sizes. They wore a wide range of clothing; some were quite revealing, while others were very conservative. If I saw some of them on the street, I would never guess they were even gay. The place wasn't packed, but there were still a lot of people here. It would fill out more later, when the party crowd showed up.

I realized it looked so tame because it was a Sunday afternoon, and if I wanted to see its true form, I'd have to come back after dark. That's when the freaks come out to play. I was sure there were a few in this crowd, but I couldn't spot any now. They'd be easier to spot when the sun went down, moving through the club like a vampiress hunting prey.

We sat at a table by the bar for a moment before an attractive waitress with dark brown hair in a ponytail approached. I watched her glance down at my shirt, her eyes flaring with desire as she took in the curve of my breasts. She flirted with me as she took my order, and a warm glow spread over me.

I waited for Viktoriya to make her move, and she did after we ate. The woman amazed me; I could not believe someone with a hard, ugly face could be beautiful and sexy at the same time. She had that supermodel appeal, giving off an "I am a bitch" vibe while still making people desire her.

"Now that we have our meal out of the way, let's have some fun. Here is your mission, if you choose to accept it. Go to the bar; don't sit, but lean on it. In doing so, your shirt will open up, flashing your beautiful tits at the bartender," Viktoriya said, her Russian accent making her sound like a spy.

"I can't do that," I shot back.

"Of course you can. But if you can't, you can always take your first strike."

I felt panic rise within me until I blurted out, "No, I will do it."

The fear came as a surprise; I had done worse last night, but I had been inside Viktoriya's mansion. For some reason, I felt safer being completely naked in the woman's home than flashing my tits to one person here. Then it hit me why I felt uneasy about doing it. Behind the closed walls of Viktoriya's estate, I could deny what happened later, whereas in public, my actions would be out in the open and everyone could see them.

The glass in front of me was half-filled with sweet red wine, and I grabbed it nervously. I downed it in one go, feeling the cool liquid slide down my throat and ease my fear. The woman behind the bar had short black hair that spiked out in a wild style and attractive hazel eyes that seemed to smile.

When I leaned against the bar, my shirt gaped open and my face blushed red. The gap in my shirt was wide enough that anyone looking could see my breasts. The bartender started to speak, then stopped when she noticed them and stared. Her lips broke into a smile, her eyes sparkling with desire, and the pulse in her neck throbbed with arousal.

I couldn't help but feel aroused by the woman's reaction. She was in her mid-twenties, a butch lesbian who was slightly on the butch side. A chill of excitement ran down my spine as my nipples hardened and became strangely attractive to the woman.

"What can I get you?" the woman asked, her eyes never leaving my chest.

"A bottle of your best vodka," I replied with a warm smile.

I wasn't fooling myself into thinking I wasn't enjoying the attention my breasts were getting from the woman. I had known about lesbians for most of my life, but I never knew one, or at least was unaware of them. Looking back, I was sure some of the girls I shared a school gym locker room with, and even possibly a teacher or two, were gay.

I wasn't sure, but given how many people were in the club, it was possible. My senior year flashed in my mind: a scene of a bunch of eighteen-year-old girls showering together. None of us tried to cover up, and our nude bodies were on full display. What a delight it would be for a lesbian teen to see what teen boys only dream about, I thought with a naughty grin.

After handing me a bottle, she leaned in and said, "Nice try, but you're not getting a discount. They are nice, really nice, but that will only work on Tuesday night."

I looked at her, puzzled.

"Don't play coy with me. I know when someone intentionally flashes their tits at me. You only get a discount for that on topless Tuesday," she said with a playful smile.

I made my way back to my table, handed Viktoriya the bottle of vodka, then said, "I got to pee," and left before she could say anything.

I didn't really need to pee; I just needed some time alone to think. There was a seductive appeal to the lesbians I had been meeting, and each one chipped away at my resolve. My resistance lessened with each encounter, and I grew too comfortable. The idea of being with another girl went from never thinking about it to seeing women sexually.

The restroom was pretty nice, with white-tile sinks under a long mirror and a row of green bathroom stalls to the left. A small black couch by the door looked inviting, but I wanted to hide in one of the stalls. That's when I heard something coming from one of them. It was the sound of someone experiencing pleasure, and I realized someone was having sex.

Leaving the restroom to find solitude elsewhere would've been a wise move, but curiosity was a seductive bitch. I felt myself being pulled toward the middle stall, where the moans were coming from. With each step, the sounds grew louder, and I could hear a woman's voice saying, "That feels good, mistress…Mmmm… I love how you eat my pussy…Mmmm."

I could feel myself getting wet as I approached the stall door, slightly ajar. In their haste, they hadn't closed it properly, and it seemed like a seductive siren calling to me. Bewitched by the echoing cries of pleasure from within, I reached out and opened the door wider.

A young, attractive redhead, no older than nineteen, was leaning against the bathroom stall. The white blouse she wore was unbuttoned; the red lace bra became more visible as the girl arched her back in pleasure. Underneath the short black skirt she wore was a woman licking her pussy, and beside that person were the girl's discarded red lace panties.

I couldn't make out the other woman's facial features because her face was buried between another girl's legs. I could only guess she was much older than the girl, in her late thirties or early forties. She wore a dark blue blazer over a white blouse and dark blue dress pants. The woman's brown hair was cut stylishly short to her mid-neck.

A story formed in my head to explain how the two of them became lovers. The older woman was the young girl's boss, and the girl was her secretary. After spending long hours alone together, the older woman decided to seduce the young girl. She needed something to get her through the stressful workweek, and sex was a cure for that.

I would never know for sure, but I had heard stories like that. They usually involved a married man, not a lesbian boss. From the way the girl was moaning, her boss was quite talented with her tongue. Hearing the girl's moans and witnessing the sexual act made me very aroused.

The girl let out a loud moan as she climaxed against the older woman's face, and for the first time, I wanted another woman to lick me that way. I noticed how attractive the older woman was as she pulled away from the girl. When she saw me, her face hardened into a scowl. I knew I had crossed a line by watching someone have sex without being invited. I stepped away to leave and was near the exit when the older woman pushed me against the sinks.

"Do you know what a naughty girl gets when she peeks on someone having sex?" she said with a taunting grin.

Before I could say anything, she leaned in and whispered into my ear, "They get fucked," as she slid her hand underneath my skirt.

I was already wet from before and became wetter as my pussy was being rubbed by the woman. She wasn't tender about it, rubbing forcefully as she inserted two fingers deep inside of me and started fucking me hard with them. When she pressed her lips against my, I moan into her mouth as we kiss passionately. I could taste her lover upon her lips, which excited me more.

She pulled down the strap of my shirt off my right shoulder until my breast came free. My nipple poked out hard with the need to be caressed and suck on. The woman kissed down my neck quickly to my exposed breast. While squeezing my tit, she licked around my nipple before sucking on it.

It didn't last long; she was hungry to taste something else as she dropped to her knees. I thought I knew pleasure when Frank had his way with me three long years ago. This was beyond anything I had experienced before, as the woman's expert, serpent-like tongue swarmed inside me.  My knees nearly buckled when she wrapped her lips around my clit and started sucking hard on it.

An intense orgasm was building within me that was going to blow like a powerful volcano. The restroom was filled with my moans, and the moment before I came, the woman pulled away from me.  She had an evil look in her eyes, and her sadistic grin was wet with my juices.

"If you want to cum you must first pleasure my little pet. Only after you lick her sweet little pussy will I do the same for you," The woman said while licking her lips seductively.

Strong emotion stirred within me, and I felt this intense need to release the built-up energy inside me. Never in my life had I ever felt this much desire to cum, and I would do anything for it to happen. The whole world had faded away while this woman aggressively attacked my body. Now that she had stopped, the whole world came rushing back, and we were no longer alone.

The redhead was standing beside us the whole time, and I never even noticed her. To get my release, I had to do the unthinkable and make the pretty little redhead cum with my tongue. I dropped to my knees as the girl removed her skirt, revealing a smooth, hairless pussy. The girl had a cute little ass, which I held onto as I inhaled her scent. 

Her pussy smelled intoxicatingly sweet, and it tasted even better than it smelled. After the first lick, the sweet nectar exploded in my mouth, delivering an addictive flavor. She held my head while grinding her cunt into my face as I ate her out. I drank down her juices with a thirst that could never be sated.

I knew the woman was close to cumming by the intensity of her moans and the throbbing of her cunt. She let out a loud, satisfying cry as an orgasm ripped through her, sending waves of pleasure crashing into her body. The delicious juice that poured out of her was better than wine and tastier than any cocktail I had ever drunk.

When she pulled away, an emptiness settled in my belly, and only by placing my head between another girl's legs would I feel whole again. I was a sight on my knees, one breast hanging out, my face covered in another girl's juices. I looked up at the woman like an obedient dog, ready for its reward.

Instead of getting my treat, I tasted the woman's bitter betrayal. She handed the girl her red lace panties, and I watched the redhead get dressed. I looked at the older woman with pleading eyes, and she snickered with an evil laugh.

She placed a finger under my chin as she said, "That should teach you never to stick your nose into someone else's sexual business," and walked away with her lover.

The woman's action didn't just break me; she dropped a sixteen-ton nuke on the walls I've built around my sexuality. All of my resistance, the delusion of being straight, and the need to punish myself sexually were no longer there. Not only could I see clearly that I was bisexual, but it had always been there, lurking on the edge of my consciousness.

It was buried so deep that it took Viktoriya's actions last night for it to peek its head out, but I wasn't ready to accept it yet. Denying it wasn't something I was going to do anymore, and I would be open to the possibility. I didn't know what my limit was when it came to sex. From what I'd already experienced with girls, there might not be any limit.

When it came to men, I wasn't sure what those limits were, but I seemed to be okay with fucking a married man who was my best friend's father. If I could cross that line, what other line would I cross alongside them? The thought of me sucking some guy's cock made my mouth water and made me want to do that even more now.

I got off my knees, slipped the loose strap of my shirt back over my shoulder, covering my bare breast, then licked the juice off my lips before washing it away with the cool water from the sink. Damn, I thought the girl tasted good, and it made me wish Frank had taken me to his bedroom. If he had shared me with his wife, the last three years would've been totally different.

Not being able to cum was affecting me in ways that made every action feel sexual. I walked out of the restroom, swinging my hips seductively, my eyes scanning the room for a way to release my built-up sexual energy. When I heard the song on the dance floor, I knew exactly what to do. The song was fast, with a good rhythm to dance to. After making my way to the center of the dance floor, I began swaying my hips to the beat.

My hips moved like a cat in heat, announcing to everyone that I was a sexual beast ready to fuck. It didn't take long for my seductive sway to lure someone in; I felt their body press against my back and their hands on my hips. I ground my ass against the girl's pelvis as her hands slid up to my breasts.

The woman's hot, steamy breath caressed my neck as her hands played with my breasts. A moan escaped my lips, but the loud music silenced it. Not knowing who this woman was made it even more exciting. She only saw me from behind and didn't know who I was either.

When the music slowed and the lights dimmed, I turned around. Our lips found each other in the dark; her mouth tasted sweet, and I could almost make out what she had been drinking. As we kissed, her right hand pulled down the strap on my left shoulder until my breast popped out.

The woman's other hand slid beneath my skirt; I thrust my hips against her fingers as she fuck me with them. It didn't bother me at all that we were doing this in public. She kissed down my neck to my breasts, sucking on my nipple as her finger probed deeper into me. I came as soon as the song ended and the lights went up.

I heard women giggling in amusement and saw the smiles on their faces. None of them seemed upset that two women had just had sex on the dance floor. The real horror came when my lover and I made eye contact for the first time. We weren't strangers, and she was one of my professors. I saw her on Tuesday and Thursday right after lunch.

We broke a school rule, one that could get her fired. If it ever came out that she had sexual contact with one of her students, her career would be ruined. It would be a huge scandal, one that would leave neither of our lives the same again. Lucky for us, what we did happened behind the walls of a lesbian club. What happened there would stay there.

We broke off to go our separate ways. She went back to her seat as I returned to mine, and the look on Viktoriya's face told me she knew everything. It soon dawned on me that my face was flushed with sexual arousal, and I had not adjusted my shirt before sitting down. My hard, erect nipple was still wet from the woman's drying saliva and had a light lipstick smudge on it.

She knew I was ready to be taken and would willingly walk into her bedroom. None of us wanted that to happen, or at least not yet. We both knew the game would end; my brother's debt would be paid, and we would go our separate ways.

Viktoriya was having too much fun pushing me sexually, and I could see in her eyes that she wanted to keep playing with me. I didn't want to stop because I would go back to my normal, boring life. Not that I would go back to refusing sex, but by staying with her, I could explore my sexual needs further.

There was no need to say the words. Our eyes sealed the deal in the silence of our screaming desires. She told me about the club as I covered my exposed breast, and we drank for a while before leaving. I was a little drunk and felt no shame about what I had done inside that club. It was usually tame during the day, but at night it could get very sexual.

Viktoriya confirmed that Topless Tuesday was real. The club was packed that night with topless women trying to get cheaper drinks, and some even walked around completely nude. The club held a special license that permitted it, since everyone was willing and of legal age. No one under twenty-one was allowed to drink alcohol, but that rule was broken from time to time.

After returning to Viktoriya's mansion, I had Kathy draw me a bath and slipped in. The hot, soapy water felt good on my skin, and I lay there as Kathy washed me with a sponge. A moan slipped out when she ran the sponge over one of my nipples. Pulling a Frank was something I didn't want to do, but my desire was too strong.

She let go of the sponge when I grabbed her hand. Her eyes lit up as I lowered it between my legs, finally giving her permission to touch me. I closed my eyes as her fingers slid into me and moaned out in pleasure as she gently played with my pussy. She took her time exploring my womb with a tenderness no lover had ever shown me.

Kathy found my clit with her thumb as her fingers slowly moved in and out of me. I surrendered to the girl's touch and climate, moaning loudly. My body was covered in soap as I stepped out of the bath. Kathy was on her knees, drying my body with a blue towel, staring at my crotch. I knew what she wanted because I wanted it too.

When I spread my legs, she got the message and slid her face between them. The girl didn't have much experience pleasuring another girl, but what she lacked in that was made up for by her tenderness. She moved her tongue and drank my juices in a soft, loving embrace. Kathy was making love to me in the most innocent erotic way, which took me longer to climax, but it was still quite pleasurable.

She kept licking me as a bolt of electrifying ecstasy washed over me, leaving me speechless as my mouth hung open. After regaining my composure, I removed her maid's outfit and led her to my bed, where we made love. As I held her close, caressing her body, I listened to her story, word by word.

I was the second person she had ever been with sexually, and the first was her best friend, Susan. Her friend knew she was secretly gay, and on her eighteenth birthday, even though she was straight, Susan offered her body to Kathy. The next day, it bothered her to see her friend pretend the night before had never happened.

While making her friend cum, Susan admitted in the heat of passion that her boyfriend had never made her cum like that. That was why she left that small town for the city: to find a lover who would be there the next day. I slid my hand between her legs and whispered into her ear, "Come back tomorrow, and we can repeat this."

We made love again until the girl fell asleep in my bed. I traced my finger across the girl's flesh, down the valley between her breasts, over the peaks of her nipples. They hardened as the girl slept; she let out a moan, and there was no doubt she was dreaming about me. Sleep soon overtook me too, and I fell into the most peaceful slumber I had ever known.