Decor Ch. 08

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Melissa grabbed the felt marker from the basket of markers. Lately with all the stuff going on, her shifts had become increasingly annoying. Every guy at the tables she served thought they had a shot with her. A few of them might have, but they always did something that completely turned her off. It was becoming exhausting, especially scrubbing the swear words and dick pictures off at the end of her shift.

Brett approached her casually.

"Hey Mel. Private table 1 is requesting you as a server."

"Who is it?"

"Selma and her friends."

Melissa smiled. Finally a a few hours off from entertaining the stupid male ego. Before Brett could turn around, Melissa slapped him hard across the face.

"Just one slap." Melissa smiled and walked away.

The conversation with Legend ran through her mind, replaying over and over again. The way he spoke was as if he was familiar with her. Not just from sleeping with her, but seeing her on display and even having her as a waitress. Melissa had a fairly good facial recall, and none of her ex-lovers were ever served by her and from what she could recollect through the waves of pleasure, none of them showed up to look at her in Selma's display. Anything he said was suspect which meant all of it could be true or all of it could be bullshit.

She opened the private room door and walked into a rowdy group of females with drinks covering the table. The guest Decor were extremely out of the norm even for a restaurant like Decor. Several couples were frozen mid fuck and spaced evenly throughout the display cases. One couple was doing missionary, another doggy. One display even had a woman frozen mid orgasm with her tits squished against the window and her mouth open ready to scream in pleasure. Her best guess was the Selma offered them an absurd amount of money to pose like that. She never took Selma as someone to exploit people. But then again after being her bitch, anything was possible from someone rich and famous.

"Melisssa!" Selma screamed across the room.

Selma's slurring told her all she needed to know. Then came the smell to confirm it. Melissa didn't bother matching her enthusiasm and waved as she approached.

"Everyone, this is my bitch Melissa." Selma said.

Selma's voice reminded Melissa of her high school days where popular sluts didn't know how to handle their liquor. Once their senses where gone, out came that voice. Annoying and dumb with a hint of entitlement. Being called Selma's bitch wasn't a good sign either. It was shaping up to be the same shit as every other night.

"Hello everyone, I'm Melissa, I'll be your waitress this evening." Melissa reluctantly placed the marker on the table. "Feel free to write anything you want on me. My body is your canvas"

The opening line always felt like a death sentence. Vandalism was tempting enough. Vandalizing a naked, hot server wasn't even a question. Selma pulled herself up and staggered over to Melissa, hugging her tight more for balance than happiness at seeing her.

"This is my bitch right here!" Selma slurred.

She grabbed the marker from the table and wrote Bitch on Melissa's forehead. Melissa wanted to slap her across the face, but pissing off one of the richest girls in the world wasn't something she wanted to deal with after. Especially while intoxicated.

"Everyone call her Selma's bitch." Selma said.

She looked back at Melissa. "Reintroduce yourself."

The last thing Melissa wanted was an annoying customer. Now she had the worst kind of customer, one without repercussions.

"Hello everyone, I'm Selma's Bitch, I'll be your waitress this evening." Melissa said.

Selma laughed so hard, she fell to the floor. The rest of her friends were barely holding it together at the table.

"What's your name?" one girl asked.

Melissa sighed internally. "My name is Selma's Bitch."

Melissa wanted to quit on the spot. She remembered the kind-hearted down-to-earth Selma from the hotel room and wondered if it was all an act. Ever since their display together, she was a terrible person. People always told both kinds of stories, and as it turns out, both were true. She was the nicest absolute bitch Melissa ever met.

Selma lifted herself up.

"We actually didn't really want you as a waitress." Selma said.

"Oh, well I can go wait at another..." Melissa was cut off mid-sentence.

She couldn't move. Selma somehow had free access to a camera without staff's supervision. The rich always played by their own rules.

"We really just wanted a toy." Selma whispered in her ear.

Before she knew it, Melissa was standing naked in front of a celebrity and all her power hungry friends. A box of sex toys was pulled from under the table which included dildos, wands, vibrators and strap-ons among many other BDSM related items. Melissa tried desperately to move, to resist the freeze, but she had no control over her body anymore. The silver lining was that it was all women and not men, so although the psychological humiliation would be more than enough, there wouldn't be any consequences beyond that.

Two of Selma's friends got up and bent Melissa over the table. Selma walked up behind her with the strap on tightly around her waist while stroking the large fake cock. She guided it to the target and began fucking relentlessly. Melissa was overwhelmed with pleasure as the cock and speed were hitting just the right buttons. Doggy style had always been her favorite and Selma was now using it to hammer home that Melissa was just her bitch.

Melissa was the center of attention now for all Selma's friends. She felt a butt plug stretching her asshole as it was wiggled in and the fine tips of markers on her body as she was reluctantly drawn on. Another strap on appeared in front of her and was forced down her throat as she bounced back and forth between the two.

After Selma was done fucking her, Melissa was turned around and placed on the table. Selma resumed her assault on Melissa's pussy, this time both making eye contact. Her cute face hiding a sinister persona. The more she was fucked and humiliated, the more Melissa knew she would get revenge. She was tired of being frozen and taken advantage of. The device people found so much pleasure in brought her so many issues. She felt the pleasure too and she couldn't deny its power. When she inevitable orgasmed, it would be unlike any orgasm she felt before. But since the frozen display she hadn't craved the feeling again. Did that mean she was one of the few that couldn't be addicted? Melissa felt the sensitive touch of wet lips on her nipples, bring her focus back to the pop star and her friends. Her only hope was that they get too drunk to function and moved on to the next thing that caught their attention. But for now, she accepted her fate as a sex toy. As Selma's Bitch.

***

It had been a few hours of standing in darkness before the lights came back on. If it weren't for the relentless pleasure, Kara would have probably fell asleep. Her mouth still formed the perfect smile as the perfect trophy. Rick entered the room followed by Jenny. She gasped at the sight of her sister on display.

"Oh my God. She actually looks really good." Jenny said.

"I told you I was keeping it professional." Rick said. "She's the perfect trophy."

Rick's compliments always felt like backhand insults. After the night on display, she decided to accept them at face value. He thought she was attractive enough to pursue displaying. He wasn't trying to impress her or get in her pants. That was never his intention and despite the night at Decor, nothing he had done since had come close to that. If it did, Jenny likely wouldn't be around him much longer. She never got a chance to talk to her sister, but she knew deep down that if Rick ever slipped up it was game over for them.

Rick grabbed Jenny from behind and kissed her neck. Jenny laughed and lightly pushed him away.

"Stop, Rick."

But Rick pursued. Gently. His right hand rubbed her pussy through her thin yoga pants as his left hand worked her sensitive right nipple.

"I'll stop, when your body stops." Rick whispered.

He kissed her again on the neck and worked his way to her lips as she turned her head. All Kara could do was smile and watch. Rick pulled Jenny's shirt off revealing her large chest contained by her red bra. Kara swore Jenny grew sizes every time she saw her. Jenny pulled away slightly.

"Let's go to your room." Jenny said.

Rick looked up at Kara then smirked at Jenny.

"It's just me and you here."

Jenny made a face. Rick kissed it.

"I'm going to keep going. You let me know if you want to stop."

Rick sunk to his knees and pulled down Jenny's pants and panties in one tug. His fingers and mouth went to work. The pleasure was too much to just stop. She looked up at her smiling trophy sister while Rick ate her out. Kara's pleasure was increasing proportionally to Jenny's it seemed. She never wanted to watch Jenny and Rick have sex, but as his trophy, she didn't have a choice. He set it up like this on purpose. It was too risky having sex in his office with other Decor statues, but at home, there was no risk at all. Jenny of course had no idea, but Kara could tell from her facial expression that she was also approaching her own state of bliss.

Rick stood up and bent Jenny over. He pulled his rock hard cock out and gently entered Jenny. He looked up at her as he fucked her sister from behind.

"Look at the trophy's panties, they're soaked." Rick said.

The wet panties clung to her body. The rush of many emotions going through her mind. The man she hated was fucking her sister while she smiled and watched because she was now that man's trophy. His property. There was nothing she could do to Rick to top this humiliating scenario. Jenny moaned in pleasure as Rick increased the tempo.

***

Jenny put her hand on the glass to stabilize her body from the thunderous thrusts. She couldn't help but look up at her frozen golden sister who stared ahead smiling without a care in the world. Jenny was always jealous of her sister's natural body and good looks. To see her on display in this context was highly enjoyable and added a psychological pleasure Jenny had never experienced before. For all the fuss she made about wanting to be Decor, Rick had finally put her in her place. And the display was perfect. Her sister shined as a gold trophy, a prize any man would want to own.

Rick wasn't done yet. He slapped her hard on the ass. She loved it when Rick got rough.

"Beg me to fuck you harder." Rick said.

Jenny bit her lip. She was a sucker for dirty talk too. Another slap on the ass. The shock wave vibrating her tits.

"Come on you dirty little slut." Rick egged her on.

"Fuck me hard, Rick. Fuck your little slut." Jenny said through her moans.

Rick grabbed a handful of Jenny's hair, the pain drowned out by pleasure, and tilted her head so she stared at Kara.

"You see what I did to your sister. She's my property now. Just a dumb trophy showing everyone I'm the man." Rick said. "Tell me what you see in front of you."

Jenny hesitated. Rick slapped her ass with force.

"Tell me."

"I see a dumb trophy."

It was the truth. Witnessing Kara in this state, relegated as an object by her boyfriend was the hottest thing she'd ever seen. Having her fuck him in front of her, although awkward at first, only made things more hot. How could they ever have sex again that would be as taboo and pleasurable as this. She'd always want to fuck in front of Rick's new prize.

She wondered what was going through Kara's mind. To see her sister being fucked by the man she hated while she happily stared at nothing. Her pussy was practically dripping around the damp thong.

"Tell me Kara is a dumb slut and deserves to be my prize." Rick said.

Jenny was fully complacent now. Like the puppeteers hands controlling the puppet, his cock and masterful thrusts had finally taken control of her.

"Kara is a dumb slut and she deserves to be your prize."

Jenny didn't disagree with anything Rick was saying. After Kara blew up on her over something she didn't do, she did deserve this fate.

"Again."

"Kara is a dumb slut and she deserves to be your prize." Jenny said between moans.

She felt the thrusts slowing down. Although Rick likely wanted more, even he had his pleasure point and hearing Jenny call her sister a dumb slut while looking at both, was probably it. She felt a little trickle down her pussy as Rick pulled out. He quickly forced her on her knees, aimed and blew a load all over her face. Her mouth opened instinctively as his cocked entered for a final cleaning. Rick fucked her mouth for a few minutes and then pulled out. He stepped back and took a picture of Jenny on her knees covered in cum with Kara standing proudly behind her.

Jenny got up with a satisfied grin. Rick walked over and held her tight as they stared at Kara.

"You think she enjoyed it?" Jenny said.

Rick pointed to the puddle below her legs. "Slut is getting off on it."

"You ever going to put me on display in here."

Rick shook his head. "You're the best part of my day."

Jenny blushed. She kissed him softly on the lips and then looked back up at her sister.

"And is she the best part of your night?"

Rick put his hands on his hips and stared at Kara with pride.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but your sister's hot too. Can't stand her attitude, but there's no denying she's beautiful. With her own display, I'm taking the best part and showcasing that. No one cares what she thinks, we just want to look at her."

"Then why put her here."

"Because I won her. And whatever I win goes in that case." Rick said. "Now we can stand here all day admiring your sister, or we can go grab a snack."

Jenny took one last look at her sister. She only had herself to blame for becoming a trophy. They left the room and turned the light off, again leaving Kara in the dark.

***

Bill creaked open the door and turned the lights on in the private room. The bodies that were on display were gone and on the table was evidence of a chaotic girls night out. With a butt plug in her mouth and many curse words and crude drawings covering her body, Bill found Melissa in the corner of the room. After Selma and her girlfriends were done playing with her, she was placed in the sex toys box along with the other sex toys and remained frozen. For the two hours since they left, she was just another sex toy sitting where she belonged.

Bill pulled the plug from her mouth and unfroze her. Melissa looked up at him with mixed emotions of anger and humiliation. He helped her out of the box, took his coat off and put it around her. They sat down at a nearby table.

"I'll do it." Bill said. "I'll tell Mr. Lawson everything. And you don't have to sign that contract, in fact I advise against it."

Melissa rested her head on Bill's shoulder and he wrapped his arms around to comfort her.

"I'm so sorry this keeps happening." Bill said.

Melissa was never one for revenge. But over the past few months, her experience of unwillingly playing the victim had expanded her view. This would be the last time she found herself in a compromising position. And Selma was going to get what was coming to her. Two can play the freeze game.

"I'll sign the contract. You were right, we need to keep everything in place." Melissa said.

"You don't have to..."

"It's fine. I don't want to talk about it anymore."

But she did want to think about it. If any of her plans were to work, she needed a camera. She needed to find Legend. Now there was incentive to start digging deep. Legend would be proud.

***

Kara's first break as a human trophy finally came. Except it wasn't Rick there to unfreeze her, it was Jenny. She opened the trophy case door with the camera in hand.

"Before I unfreeze you, I just wanted to let you know that I didn't sabotage your party. The cards were put in my hand after I was frozen."

Jenny aimed the camera and unfroze her sister. Kara blinked a few times before taking note of her surroundings below. Somehow the freezing never lead to discomfort despite 99% of the women wearing 3 inch heels or higher. In fact Kara felt the opposite. Refreshed and energized. She stepped down from her post and stood in front of Jenny with her arms crossed. The feeling and sound of all the jewelry when she moved still made her feel like a whore.

"So then who put the cards in your hand?"

"Paul."

"You understand what you're implying here, right?"

Jenny nodded.

"And did you ask Rick about it?"

"He won't tell me anything business related." Jenny said. "I think you need to talk to Paul if you really want to know the truth."

Jenny never lied to Kara about issues between them. She was right, Paul would be the only one with the answers she was seeking.

"So are we cool?" Jenny asked.

"Why Rick? Of all the guys, why him?"

Jenny led Kara to the couch and they sat down.

"I've never told anyone this, but a year ago I went to a college party with Macy. We didn't know too many people to begin with, so when she started chatting it up with a guy, I was kind of just there by myself. After about 30 minutes I started to feel drunk, like really drunk. But I knew I hadn't drank much."

"You know not to let your drink out of your sight."

"I didn't. It must have been a hell of trick because it was in my hand in front of me the entire time."

"So what happened." Kara asked.

"Well I clued into what was likely happening and I could see all the guys leering at me. I knew my time was running out, so I texted Rick 'Help' with the house address."

"Why Rick?"

"He was the most recent contact." Jenny said. "So I started fading in and out. A few guys approached me and I thought that was going to be it. They had me right where they wanted me. Then Rick showed up. Turns out he was at his friends house nearby. About 5 men ran in with him and they pulled the guys off of me just as they got my shirt off."

"Rick saved you?"

"He carried me out to his car..."

"And how do you know he didn't do anything..."

"And brought me to the hospital. He was there when I woke up."

"How come Mom and I never heard about this?"

"Because it's embarrassing. Do you want mom to know about Decor? Heck I only know about because I saw it."

"I'm glad he saved you, but he also put me in that exact same position." Kara said. "And I was used like a dirty whore."

"I know. And I had no interest in him. But being with him everyday. It just kind of happened." Jenny stared at the ground disappointed. "You have every right to hate him, but I just... can't."

It was a tough position to be in for Jenny, but Kara appreciated her sister's honesty. Jenny loved them both and didn't want to choose. And Kara didn't want to make her. She hugged Jenny.

"I didn't know you talked dirty." Kara said with a smile.

Jenny blushed. "I'm sorry. We shouldn't have done that, but it was so... fucking hot. I mean you looked gorgeous up there."

"Well if there's a silver lining to Rick, he knows how to present my best image."

Kara's stomach gargled.

"You want to go raid the kitchen?"

Jenny smiled and led the way.

***

"Is that everything?" Mr. Lawson said standing behind his desk, staring out the window.

"Yes, that pretty much covers it." Bill said.

Melissa wasn't sure how he would take it. She never really met Mr. Lawson, but from what she had heard, he was more likely to keep his anger in check than to lash out. True to form, Mr. Lawson sat down calmly

"There's just one problem with your story." Mr. Lawson said. "No cameras at Decor had the unaware function."

"So then what did Legend use on me." Melissa said.

"Full transparency. I had the unaware devices destroyed. Except in the process the head of R&D noticed one was missing." Mr. Lawson said.