Pam

My first day ended quietly after a flurry of paperwork and a general idea of what helping Kim with the Scaredy Slut Group would be like. A little after five o'clock, she found me talking to my two favorite seamstresses and getting their honest take on things. I also relayed the prior night's exploits about wearing the sexiest of their incarnations, so far, and all the hands on the exposed parts of my ass and everywhere else.

"Hello Ladies. Would it be okay with you if I stole Pam and took her to dinner as a reward for surviving her first day here?" Kim inquired.

"Not at all," Darla & Melanie offered in stereo, while packing up their things for the evening.

"I'll be stopping back by tomorrow afternoon to see what other new slutty designs you have for me, ladies, since I'll be out and about recruiting and sharing myself throughout the evening," I directed to my pair of provocative clothing makers.

"We are working on some new things, and we'll try to have a prototype ready for your use," Darla replied with a suggestive grin on her face.

Walking out the door behind Kim, she asked, "So, you know that I dabbled in what you're doing now more than a few years ago, but I never had nearly the gumption or fearlessness that you seem to possess. I mostly let others touch me, but only ever had sex with a very few of the employees. How do you continue the way you have, especially this year?"

"It all started five years ago, as you know, with my first orgasm from scaring. After that, I was hooked like a junky. The scares brought me off, and the sharing of my body seemed a natural response as my gratitude. Slowly, I realized that while the scares still did it for me, deep down I really enjoy sex with strangers. So, I'm a lot more slut than Scaredy Slut, but this place is the perfect storm for me. It not only gives me a place to spread myself around, but also allows me to help other women who share my desires."

"I know that it's not politically correct these days, but I really enjoy having sex on the fly, with almost anyone who finds me alluring. I don't have to know their life story, I just love letting them feel me and use me for our mutual satisfaction, and maybe teach them a few things along the way, too."

"Oh, you've taught quite a few of the employees and customers here just how fun these scare houses can be when Pam's wandering through, that's for sure!" Kim replied.

"So, where are we going for dinner?"

"Well, there's this really nice seafood restaurant in the park that has great food and is really hard to get reservations for, unless you know a guy, like I do," Kim offered with a smile.

"Oh, hey, I just remembered. What about getting me some work clothes? Weren't you going to take me somewhere?"

"Yes, I have it all set up for you at the employee uniform store. You have an appointment for eleven tomorrow morning. I took the liberty of picking out some mildly brazen outfits that don't really meet the company requirements, but you are the Queen Scaredy Slut, so... They aren't the most colorful things, but they do show quite a bit of those sexy legs of yours, and the shirts are customized to fit you snugly."

"And how did you know my measurements, might I ask?"

"You should know right now that Darla and Melanie have photographic memories when it comes to other women's bodies, especially ones that they've been intimately entangled with," Kim snickered.

"Well, I can't think of a better way to get measured, can you?" I beamed.

"I rarely swing that way, so I couldn't say, but I do understand your meaning," Kim replied as we came to the front door of the restaurant.

Seeing Kim, the hostess grabbed two menus and immediately took us through the back of the dining room into a smaller one with a handful of tables, all of which were filled but one.

"Thank you, Katerina," Kim said while slipping something into her hand. As the hostess left, she closed the doors separating the small dining area from the main one. Still standing, Kim grabbed a glass of wine from the table and a knife. Tapping the glass, Kim proclaimed, "Ladies and gentlemen, we have here tonight among us the very reason for our recent surge in attendance and profits. Allow me to introduce to you all, Pam, the most prolific Scaredy Slut that there has ever been."

Although there were only about twenty others in the room, the volume of their clapping made me feel like I was onstage receiving some sort of lifetime achievement award. I quickly turned bright red, feeling the burning in my cheeks from embarrassment. As the clapping slowed, Kim took me from table to table and introduced me to all of the top management of the park.

Finally, sitting back at our table and still quite disconcerted, I queried, "Was all that really necessary?"

Kim grabbed my hand and held it firmly while staring right into my eyes when she replied, "This place may be your perfect playground, but the better you know the people in this room, the longer you'll be able to stay, doing the things that you love to do, so yes, it was absolutely required. Plus, they need to know the face of the person who is bringing about their bonuses for breaking attendance records and increasing our overall profit during the scarefest."

"Okay, then. Can we just eat now? I'm really starving."

Kim giggled softly and waved over a server who had been patiently waiting across the room. Once we ordered, we quietly ate and talked the evening away. Occasionally, one or another of the other folks in the room would take one of the spare chairs at our table and pick my brain, while others simply ogled me from across the room. Not that I was anything to look at in my oversized scarefest T-shirt, but they had probably seen more on video as I strutted through the park last night or any of the previous ones.

After a quick pick from the dessert cart that was brought to our table and a few bites, I was whipped and said the same to Kim.

"Okay, let's get out of here so that you can get your beauty rest and call Dennis to let him know how things are progressing," Kim suggested as I was already rising from the table.

A few of the managers moved over quickly to wish me a goodnight, including David, the guy who developed the box that I'd broken in a few nights ago.

"Don't forget to bring some of your new recruits by to help us test some more ideas," David reminded me while giving me a big hug. There was no reason to be shy with him. He was, after all, one of the first people here to see me completely naked, and never took advantage.

"I met three new young ladies last night who suggested they might come back tomorrow night. So I'll be sure to show them your magical box and hopefully get them to take it for a test drive to boost numbers there this weekend. I'm sure that they'll spend some time in the house and in the box, especially since I planned on showing them the ropes."

"Well, thank you very much, Pam. I'll try to stop by and take a gander, if that's alright with you," David replied while kissing my hand like the gentleman he was.

Finally free, Kim and I walked a little further together until she stopped. "I'm over this way, so have a restful night and stop by to see me tomorrow before you go hunting."

"You know I will, because I'll be trying on some new things with Darla and Melanie after I go to get my uniforms for work."

Fortunately, the walk was short, and I spent the time on the phone with Dennis. I shared my day while he shared his, and that he was already missing me badly. Entering the hotel room, it suddenly felt much too empty. We talked for a few more minutes before saying our "I love yous" and hanging up. As soon as we did, I texted Rachel to see what time she was off and to see if she'd like to spend the night.

While waiting for her reply, I stripped off everything except the T-shirt and watched a little television. When Rachel finally got back to me, it was with a quick call.

"Hey, sorry it took me so long to get back to you, but I'm cleaning my area now and should be there in about twenty. You can tell me all about your day as soon as I do, but now I have to go," Rachel fired off quickly before hanging up.

It was only ten-thirty, but I was seriously fading. Fortunately, Rachel knocked just before I dozed off, and I walked over to let her in.

"Hey, Beautiful," she said while wrapping me in her arms and kissing me tenderly.

"Hey, yourself, now come with me," I responded while pulling her toward the bed. Sitting down on the edge, I whipped off my shirt, leaving me naked, and pulled her on top of me as we lay back to kiss some more.

"I really need a shower. I smell like a greasy kitchen," Rachel protested, but made no move to leave.

"Okay, I'll be right here when you get done," I said while quickly drifting away into la-la land.

Rachel

Seeing that Pam was already passed out before I reached the shower, I took a nice, long, relaxing bath that loosened all the right muscles and left me feeling a little horny. Slipping nude, under the covers with Pam, I moved in behind her and became the big spoon with my arms around her and cupping her soft breasts. This was a position that had previously been reserved for just one other person, and I felt very happy taking his place, even for just a couple of weeks.

*****

Morning came too early for me, but with inarguably some terrific benefits. Pam's tongue was taking long, slow, wonderful laps between my labia while adding a little flick of my clit near the top. If there was a better way to wake up, I had never experienced it in my lifetime, and I moaned my appreciation.

"Oh, did I wake you?" Pam asked while leering at me from between my thighs.

"Yes, and I'm furious," I groaned as fingers slipped into my puss.

"How furious?" Pam inquired while flicking my clit and pumping her digits in and out of me.

"Fuh... Fuh... Fuuuccckkk!" I wailed as my orgasm hit hard. I clenched and bucked as she kept her fingers pumping while she sucked my swollen nub into her mouth and held on tight. My hands quickly gripped her hair and pressed her even harder against my eager sex as a second peak washed over me and caused me to coat her face in my juices. She let me relax after that one, while gently cleaning me up.

"That's just a little 'thank you' for staying with me last night and letting me rest. I really needed the sleep and to not be alone," Pam shared while slowly moving up my body before reaching my lips and kissing me like a lover.

"Well, I'm off today, so now I'm going to take a little nap. Care to join me?"

"Sounds wonderful," Pam purred while snuggling up behind me like I had done her only hours ago.

Pam

Rachel didn't last ten minutes before she was out cold. I stayed there a little while longer before easing away and heading to the bathroom for a shower. Twenty minutes later, I was clean and dry and ready to start my day. Walking naked to the kitchen, I started a pot of coffee before moving back into the bedroom to look for something to wear.

I decided on one of my own skirts and button-down shirts combos and opted for panties, at least until the evening. I put my dirty stuff into the washer and got it going before getting some coffee. Finding my Scaredy Slut pin, I clipped it to my shirt for advertising purposes. You could never advertise too much, my old boss used to say, and I thought it was particularly appropriate in this business.

Sitting on a chair near the sliding glass door to the porch, I sipped my coffee while planning out my day. It was already ten, so I would need to leave no later than ten-forty to get to my appointment for my work clothes. After that, I'd planned on going to see Darla and Melanie to see what sexy stuff they had to offer. Of course, there would be some in-depth research with the two of them to test the product's irresistibility. Once we completed the 'leg work,' there would still be some free time to waste, so I figured I could take Rachel to lunch and then begin to visit the houses before they were open, since I still hadn't seen two of them.

Getting off the chair, I got to work, packing my backpack with clean, sexy stuff, and getting dressed. The only panties I had were thongs, and I was okay with that, since they wouldn't be on after I got to Darla and Melanie's office anyway. Obviously, I would be trying on their newest wares, and we certainly didn't want anything impeding the view of what I was endorsing. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I really should be representing the Scaredy Sluts twenty-four-seven, now that I was in management, so I quickly decided no more panties for me while I was here.

Dressed and ready to go, I slipped quietly into the bedroom and gave Rachel a soft kiss. She mumbled, "Wait for me," with her eyes barely open.

"You get some more rest, I've still got to try on work clothes. I'll call you when I'm finished, and we can grab a late lunch, then check out the houses before they open. I've got a pack full of slutty attire for us to try on later tonight," I responded softly while rubbing her head as she drifted back off to sleep.

Slipping away, I looked up the directions to the place where they hand out the work uniforms that Kim had texted me. It was on the far side of the park, back behind the attractions, in a large warehouse made for storing all sorts of seasonal decorations. Walking that way, I saw the sign and headed into a small waiting area where a few other employees seemed to be waiting for their clothes.

Looking toward the counter, I saw a young woman whose nametag read, 'Daphne.'

"Hello Daphne, I said while extending my hand in greeting. Hesitantly, she took it while staring at my chest and looking for my name, but only saw my five-year SS pin.

"Hello...?" she paused.

"Oh, sorry, I'm Pam. I work with the Scaredy Slut department, and I'm new. I'm here to pick up some uniforms for myself. Apparently, they were tailor-made, per my boss."

"Ohhh... Are you her then?" Daphne questioned while still gripping my hand.

"Yes," I responded while shaking her hand in an exaggerated manner.

"Sorry," Daphne apologized while gradually pulling her hand from mine.

"No apologies necessary. You have very soft hands and strikingly sexy, green eyes."

Clearly embarrassed by my flattery, Daphne whirled away shyly before muttering, "I'll go and find your clothes," before she vanished through the steel door behind the counter.

I heard a good bit of chatter for about thirty seconds before she and four others stumbled back out. Daphne was burdened with a medium-sized box that had stamped on it, 'Special Order' in big bold print. Setting it on the counter, Daphne asked, "Can we see what they look like?" referring to her, the other two girls, and the two guys who followed her from the back.

"Of course! Do you have a changing room of some sort here, so that I can make sure that they're the correct size?"

"Um, yes, right through here," Daphne pointed back into the warehouse, while extending her other hand to me. I grabbed the box under one arm and her hand with the other as she pulled me toward the back, with all the others following closely behind.

Daphne pushed open a women's bathroom door, pulling me along like there was some sort of prize inside. The other two young ladies followed, and I glanced at the stalls before opting to move toward the long vanity on the opposite wall. Setting the box down, I opened it up and found seven medium blue button-down blouses and seven khaki skirts that were much shorter than the shorts that the other women employees wore. All of the attire bore the Scaredy Slut logo.

"Skirts, huh?" Daphne said with a jealous tone.

"Why don't we get to wear skirts?" another girl questioned.

"Yeah!" the third one punctuated.

"I'm sure that it's to keep you young ladies safe from unwanted advances. And probably to save the company from lawsuits."

"But why do you get to wear that stuff and not us?" Daphne inquired, with youthful ignorance.

"Do you ladies know what the Scaredy Sluts are all about?"

"Don't you just wear sexy clothes and tease all the guys?" one of the other girls mumbled.

"Actually, we members get off on being scared and then offer sexual favors to those who frighten us. Plus, we have some fun with the crowds in the houses by letting them touch us and play with our bodies for our mutual enjoyment. Basically, we're sluts that love to be scared, hence the title, Scaredy Sluts," I explained while removing my shirt and trying on one of my new ones. Of course, I wasn't wearing a bra, so all three got a good look at my breasts.

"Wow, nice tits!" one of them squealed aloud as I adjusted the blouse before unbuttoning one of the top ones that I'd just buttoned.

"There, that's better, and thanks for the compliment," I stated while still fiddling with the fit of the shirt. It was definitely custom-made, because there was no spare room in this one. Even after pulling it down as much as possible, it left about two inches of my abs exposed, which even I thought was a bit daring for a daytime uniform. The upside was that as snug as it was, my tits wouldn't be spilling out accidentally, unless I left another button or two undone.

Spinning slowly around while eyeing myself in the mirror, I unconsciously muttered, "That does look good on me, doesn't it?" meaning for it to be only in my head.

"Yes, it does!" Daphne offered, and the others agreed, "But it could use a good ironing," she added while rubbing the wrinkles down on my back.

"So, what about the skirt?" one of the others blurted out while I enjoyed Daphne's seemingly innocent touch. I had a feeling that all of them were hoping to see my bare ass and pussy. And that was exactly what they'd see since I'd sworn off undergarments to advertise the Scaredy Sluts more vigorously.

"Oh, yes, the skirt," I said while beginning to pull the plastic wrap off of it.

That's when one of the other young ladies took it from my hand and suggested, "Why don't you get undressed while I take care of that for you," with a wry smile on her face.

Her encouragement was all I needed as I unfastened the three buttons on my skirt before slipping my thumbs underneath. Glancing around at the three of them, I paused for effect while they all simply stood there with their mouths slightly open and stared at my crotch in anticipation. The one who had taken the work skirt from me hadn't even made an attempt at pulling the plastic off as her tongue pierced her lips and moved slowly back and forth in rapt expectation.

We were in one of those rare moments, where the wait was likely better than the unveiling, although, based on the look in her eyes, maybe not. No one uttered a word, not even me. In fact, I don't think any of us even breathed as I pushed it down until the top of my puss was exposed and then paused again.

"So, are you going to open my new skirt or are you just going to stare?" I whispered rather sexily, I thought.

"Um, yeah, I'll do that," the young woman mumbled almost robotically as her hands tore away the plastic, while her eyes never left my groin.

Glancing around at the other two, they were also deeply focused on the stalled movement of my current skirt. Just before I started again, I heard the faintest of squeaks and, from the corner of my eye, noticed the bathroom door cracked open as the two guys ogled me wantonly. With all eyes watching and my pussy beginning to leak generously from all the attention, I began moving it down until the skirt was at the top of my thighs. I released it, letting it fall of its own accord.

I watched the three women first as they simply leered while licking their lips. Then, turning toward the guys, I saw both of them grab their inflamed pricks through their shorts while muttering things like, "Damn, she's hot," and "What a fucking body," and my personal favorite, "Wouldn't you love to fuck her!"

Stepping out of my skirt that had landed on my shoes left my legs spread a little wider and opened my labia, exposing my slick pink center. One of the young women knelt down to get a closer look and noticed my seepage. "You must be really turned on the way your pussy is leaking,"

The second one, who was still holding my skirt, absentmindedly handed it to me before joining her friend on her knees. She moved in even closer than her friend, so I spread my legs further to offer them both a better view. I could feel her hot breath on my thighs and wanted so badly to pull her face right into them.

That's when we all heard, "Hey, what are you two pervs doing holding the women's bathroom door open like that?" from another male voice.

The guys spun away from the door, letting it close, as all three of the girls jumped backward. I quickly slipped on my new skirt and stuffed my old stuff into the box. Grabbing it, I moved out of the bathroom quickly and straight toward the man lecturing the two young men.

"Excuse me," I offered gently.

"Yes, Ma'am!" he replied gruffly, obviously annoyed that I had interrupted his hardline speech.

"May I speak to you privately for a few moments, just to clear the air?"

"Sure, let's go into my office," he said to me, before turning back to the two guys and adding, "You two are on notice. Don't let this happen again!"

We walked across the warehouse toward a door on the other side, and he opened it for me like a gentleman. Following me inside, he offered me his hand, simply stating, "Sam, warehouse manager. Please have a seat."

"Hello Sam, I'm Pam, newly employed Scared Slut unit manager."

"I guessed," Sam smiled with an appreciative glance at all my exposed and accentuated assets.

"All of this is my fault, Sam. I tend to let my sexy flag fly, as it were, wherever I go. I came by to collect my new custom-fit uniform, as you can clearly see, and it led to a bit of a show, which caused those poor young men much frustration. They must have heard the girls and me commenting on my new outfit, so they just peeked to see what it was all about. Anyway, is there anything I can say or do to keep them out of trouble?"

"Don't worry about those two goofballs. I was just cranking them a little to keep them honest. As far as anything you can do, I appreciate the offer, but I am a happily married man who has no interest in cheating on my wife. However, to be honest, I find you very attractive. You are quite alluring for someone middle-aged, shall we say, and I do love your free way of thinking," Sam responded.

"Thank you for not being too hard on them, and the lovely comments," I offered, while uncrossing and crossing my legs to tease him a little.

"I have to admit to seeing you in one of the houses last night in your tempting attire. You have a spectacular ass and wonderfully perky tits," he admitted as I uncrossed my legs again and left them apart.

"Oh, these old things," I teased while cupping my breasts through my shirt before unbuttoning a couple more buttons and leaning forward a little to let them fall out. As Sam pushed his chair back a little, I saw his hard cock fill the front of his shorts. In turn, I unfastened the rest of my shirt and peeled it to the sides, exposing my chest and abs.

Sam was really getting worked up now and gripped his hard-on through his khakis. Upping the ante, I spread my legs as wide as the chair would allow before moving a hand between them. Our eyes were locked as Sam countered by opening his shorts and pulling his hard cock free for me to see. Adding another level to things, I hiked up my skirt and then placed my legs over the chair arms. Wide open and ready for business, I fingered my puss while tweeking my nipples as Sam pumped his stiff prick with his fist.

The moans and grunts quickly escalated, and we each came while staring at the other. Sam's seed shot in the air in front of him and landed on the floor, while my juices spritzed across the floor and dribbled on my chair.

As we caught our breath, Sam spoke. "Well, that... that was... very fun."

"It would have been better if I'd been sitting in your lap with your sheathed cock inside of me, but I won't complain about a great jerk-off session," I added.

"Like I said, happily married, so..." He replied, still trying to get his breathing under control.

"So, was your wife with you when you spotted me in the house?"

"No, I was curious about all the talk related to you. I wanted to see for myself if you lived up to the hype," Sam answered.

"So?"

"A resounding, Yes!"

"Does your wife like the horror houses?"

"She could take them or leave them."

"Bring her to one and let me know when you'll be there. I'd love to see her reaction," I teased while still touching myself, as Sam put his shrinking tool away.

"I'll ask her and see what she says. On what nights do you frequent the houses?" Sam queried.

Pulling my legs closed, I stood up, pulled down my skirt, and buttoned up my shirt, while answering, "Every night that they are open, throughout the season."

"Well, it was very nice to meet you, Pam. I hope to see you around the park in the future, and please don't hesitate to say hello when you see me," he said while walking toward me and extending his jerk-off hand toward mine.

"Maybe next time our fluids can co-mingle a little more intimately," I teased before picking up my box and heading out the door with a wave.

I crossed the warehouse back to where I started and popped out the door where I'd picked up my uniforms to find Daphne and her two friends still gossiping about our earlier escapades.

"Hello Ladies, anything happen while I was gone?"

"What did you tell Sam about us?" one of the two girls, who leered awfully close to my puss, asked.

"First off, what are your names. When someone is as close as you two were to my pussy, I like to know names."

"Joy and Nat. Now what did he say?" Joy questioned almost demandingly.

"Whoa! That is no way to talk to anyone, especially someone who shared something so personal with us!" Daphne barked at Joy.

"I... I'm sorry. I was just worried that we might get fired, that's all," Joy apologized with her head down.

"There is nothing to worry about, even for your male friends. I showed you myself willingly, and you looked; that's all. I smoothed things over with Sam, telling him that I was just showing you my newest apparel.

"But what if we wanted to do more than look?" Nat inquired while grinning.

"Well then, young lady, we could arrange that, but not here in your workspace. You could join me one night while I'm out and about touring the houses."

"What nights do you go to them?" Daphne quickly asked.

"All of them. On days that the haunted houses are open, I'll be wandering about, recruiting, and sharing myself from their opening to closing."

"Well, we all have plans tonight, but since there is another Saturday, why don't we meet up somewhere before they open and you can show us how it's done," Daphne suggested.

"That sounds fun. Why don't you call me Saturday when you're all in the park, and we'll find a place to meet," I suggested while writing my number on Daphne's hand.

"Now, if you ladies will excuse me, I have to get over to the Scaredy Slut apparel design department to see what their latest ideas look like. It should be a fun time trying on their newest skimpy wares," I added before reluctantly releasing Daphne's hand.

Walking out, I imagined what it would be like dining on each of their young bodies one at a time and then later in a pile of wanton flesh. The flashes of their naked bodies permeated my libidinous mind, and before I knew it, I'd arrived at Darla and Melanie's door. Melanie opened the locked door and noticed the fluids running down my inner thighs right away. Pulling me inside quickly, she planted my ass on a chair and dove in eagerly. My hands found the back of her head just before climaxing the first of several times before she let me up.

To be continued...