The Ice Maiden Ch. 02

So it came as a surprise to both of them when it was Meg who initiated the conversation to end it all.

They were in Doug's apartment and had just finished off a marathon session, which it always was when in his home. She was getting dressed when she finally broached the subject.

"When are we going to be done? I can't carry on like this. Ben is starting to get suspicious." He wasn't but Doug wasn't to know this.

"Funny you should bring this up now," he replied, "I think we're about done. It's been fun but it's time to move on."

"So are you going to give me your recordings and delete everything?"

"Yep, I am. I know you won't believe me but I'm not a bad guy Meg. Okay, I used the video to get what I wanted but I'm not a malicious person. I just really wanted to fuck you. And my god, you've proved to be one of the best fucks I've ever had!"

"So ..." Meg said.

"Okay, one last hurrah and you can have the video. My 'bro' has arranged to have a slut party for me on Saturday night and I want YOU to be my slut for the night!"

"You've got to be kidding me," Meg retorted. "And just what the hell is a slut party anyway?"

Doug smirked as she uttered the last words.

"A slut party is where all the women dress up in skimpy outfits. You know, nurses, policewomen, French maids, that sort of thing. Of course there will be lots of flesh showing with stockings and high heels and you'll be expected to perform, if you catch my drift."

Meg shuddered at the thought. "Okay, if I agree to this ... what do I get in return?"

"I promise to give you all the memory cards and USB sticks and I'll delete the video from my mobile. Okay?"

Meg paused before answering. "So that's all I have to do?" she asked hesitantly.

Doug laughed. "Yep, that's all."

"When do you need to know by?" she asked, her stomach already churning as she wondered how she could explain to Ben why she would be out all night.

"By tomorrow night at the latest. I'll give you a call at work around five," Doug replied.

* * * * *

It was five o'clock the next day when her mobile rang. She jolted upright in her chair. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she answered the call.

"Hello Meg. What have you decided?" Doug was nothing if not dramatic.

Meg let out a deep sigh. "Very well. I agree to your proposal. I will be your slut date at this party. At the end of the date you will hand over all copies of the memory cards, USB sticks, everything and I will watch you delete the video from your mobile."

"Very good Meg," Doug replied. "very good indeed. I'll pick you up from your house at nine o'clock." He laughed.

"And how do I know that you won't keep a copy and use it later," Meg asked.

"You're kidding right," Doug laughed, "Why would I want to do that? But I suppose you don't really, do you? You'll just have to trust me won't you!" He laughed some more.

"Oh and before I go, I'll drop your outfit off on Friday. I'm pretty sure I know your size. But then again it doesn't matter if it doesn't fit... now does it.! He laughed even harder. "Oh and by the way, wear high heels and by that I mean really high!"

* * * * *

As Friday dawned, Meg still hadn't worked out how she was going to get away from Ben for the weekend. This was proving to be a big problem. He didn't go out much when they were at home.

As she arrived back at the house she could see a parcel sitting by the front door. Her stomach turned over. It had to be her outfit. But at least she'd got home before Ben. That was one hurdle cleared.

She wasn't unduly concerned when Ben didn't arrive home soon after her. He was often an hour or so later than her usually, depending on the traffic.

Two hours later she was beginning to worry. It was then that fate took a huge hand.

Meg was in the kitchen when the phone rang. She answered it to find that Ben had been rushed into hospital and they were ringing to let her know.

"Oh my god, is he alright?" Meg slumped down onto a kitchen stool, her face etched with concern. She listened to the reply.

"Yes, he has had this problem before," she answered before pausing to listen patiently.

"I see. How long will he be in for? He hates hospitals. I wouldn't want him to stay in for any longer than he has to.

"Huh huh. Okay. So he'll be in all weekend then?"

Meg stood up. She couldn't just sit there. She began to pace the room as the nurse filled her in on what tests they were going to run on Ben.

"Okay, I understand. Can you tell me what time visiting hours are?"

She reached for a pen and jotted down the information.

"Yes, okay, thank you for calling." Meg ended the call and put the house phone back in it's docking station. Although concerned about Ben she couldn't help but breathe a huge sigh of relief.

* * * * *

Meg visited Ben on Saturday afternoon. He appeared to be in good spirits despite being in obvious pain. In fact he seemed happier than she did, which wasn't surprising. For Meg the night and all it entailed was looming large and she was not looking forward to it at all.

It arrived all too soon. It was a little after eight o'clock and Meg had showered and was now standing naked in front of the mirror applying her makeup.

Finishing with her lipstick she turned and opened the parcel that lay on the bed. She'd not looked at it since it had been delivered the previous day.

Ripping off the sellotape she peeled back the paper and opened the box. Inside was a blue policewoman's outfit. She pulled it on over her head and straightened the spaghetti straps. It was too small. Glancing into the mirror she grimaced. The upper half of the outfit was a basque and was so tight that her breasts were almost popping out over the top. Then she noticed the two badges on the front. One was a police badge and the other a name plate. Her name was Officer Naughty.

It was ridiculously cheesy. She rolled her eyes and sighed as she looked lower and turned slightly to the side. The bottom half was no better. From the waist it flared out, puffed up with layers of exposed black lace. It barely covered her backside.

With another sigh she turned back to the box. Inside was a paper bag together with a pair of stockings and a thong. Opening the bag she found a police hat and a black belt with an attached pair of fake handcuffs. She shook her head in dismay.

She smoothed the stockings up her legs and attached them to the clips inside her outfit. They were fishnet stockings but with the widest mesh she'd ever seen. She pulled on the thong. It had to be the skimpiest thing she had ever worn. It was just thin lace with the minutest triangle of fabric to cover her pussy. She was glad she had fully shaved herself down there.

She opened up the drawers in her wardrobe that housed her large collection of shoes. She went along the rows discounting one pair after another before turning her attention to some boxes stowed at the back. She pulled them all out and removed the lids. Some of these shoes had never been worn. She picked out a black pair that she thought might be suitable.

"Oh wow," she gasped as she checked out the size of the heel. With her vanity about her legs she could understand why she had bought them. They looked sensational but with a 6" heel and no platform sole to help ease the angle of her foot she wasn't sure if she could even stand up in them for long, let alone wear them all night.

Mindful of Doug's request she knew she had to try them on. Holding onto the bed she bent and slipped them on her feet. She stood upright and tried to walk. They were surprisingly comfortable but it was like standing on tiptoes all the time and it took her a good fifteen minutes to master walking in them without stumbling.

As it neared nine o'clock she went downstairs to wait. She couldn't resist looking at herself in the full length mirror in the hallway. She turned from side to side admiring herself. Pretty hot she thought, smirking to herself before she realised she'd just congratulated herself for looking like a slut.

At exactly nine o'clock the doorbell rang. She opened the door to find Doug standing there. He was casually dressed in trousers and open necked shirt.

"Holy shit," he breathed as he took in the sight in front of him. It was all he could do not to jump on her right there and then.

"You look fucking amazing Meg," he added as he gazed hungrily over her body. Meg without thinking gave him a little twirl, instantly berating herself for her action. What the hell was that all about!

"Come on, it's time we were there," Doug said as he took her hand and they walked to his car.

* * * * *

They arrived at the apartment twenty minutes later. Doug let himself in. The noise inside was deafening as heavy, bass beat music thudded out of a couple of large speakers. Meg surveyed the scene. She wasn't alone in the skimpy outfit department. Every woman there was wearing some kind of slutty, sexy outfit with ample cleavage and large heels the order of the day.

Doug held Meg's hand as they walked further into the apartment.

"Dougie, Dougie, over here!" A voice called out, barely heard over the music. A man approached, a dispirited looking blonde haired woman trailing behind him.

"Greg!" Doug shouted in return. They met and hugged each other. "Good to see you Dougie," Greg said as he slapped him on the back.

Greg turned towards Meg. "And this must be Meg. Dougie's told me a lot about you," he added with a smirk.

He turned to introduce his partner. "And this is Tina. You two have a lot in common you know." They looked at each other and then back at Greg.

"You're both married and your husbands aren't here!" he sniggered derisively.

Meg looked with dismay at Tina. She noticed the slightest grimace from Tina who then shrugged her shoulders as if to say it didn't matter.

"Come on Tina let's go mingle. Help yourself to drinks you two, the bar's through there." Greg pointed towards what Meg took to be the kitchen area.

Doug watched as Greg and Tina walked away. He turned to Meg. "Did you see that Tina. Greg's been banging her for a couple of months now. He works with her husband. Silly cow thinks she's in love with him. He just wants to fuck her as often as he can. Mind you with a body like that, who can blame him. She's certainly stacked."

Meg couldn't help but agree with him. Tina did indeed have a fine body. Large firm breasts that had no hint of sag even without a bra and solid but shapely legs. In her skimpy nurses outfit she looked extremely fuckable.

As the evening progressed the drinks flowed and the mood became ever more raucous. Meg was drinking heavily. She was hoping the night would end as quickly as possible so that she could return to her comfortable, safe world. She didn't want to socialise in any way, shape or form with these people. This was a world that was alien to her.

But as she drank so her inhibitions crumbled away. It wasn't long before she was dancing with a large crowd to the driving beat of some heavy music. Even though she seemed to be one of the older women at the party, she had boundless energy and could still move like a twenty year old.

She seemed oblivious to the groping and touching of her body that was increasing minute by minute. But then again there was such a press of bodies on the improvised dance floor she wouldn't have known whether it was incidental or accidental contact that was being made with her arse or breasts.

She hadn't seen much of Doug. He was clearly not much of a dancer and had wandered off to talk to various people. It was obvious that he seemed to know most of the guests.

Feeling the need for a drink she made her way to the designated bar area and helped herself. She knew she was almost drunk but knew she needed to dull her senses a bit more for what she expected was about to start. She'd already seen some people getting hot and heavy with each other. She quickly knocked back her first glass and helped herself to another.

Sipping at her drink she surveyed the room and finally spotted Doug. He was stood behind that Tina woman who she'd been introduced to earlier. He had his hands stuffed inside her nurses uniform and was clearly enjoying himself as he fondled her large breasts.

Tina, for her part, had her eyes closed. Meg couldn't make out if the look on her face was one of pleasure or horror.

It was then she felt someone come up behind her.

"Perfect fit," she heard a man's voice say as he held her by her hips and ground his cock against her arse. It had to be large and erect as she could clearly feel it pressing through the layer of lace and into the cleft between her cheeks. "That's why I like my women to wear high heels!"

She cringed and tried to move away but an arm instantly coiled around her waist to hold her firm. He continued to grind into her arse, lifting the layers of lace up to allow him to burrow deeper until he was almost dry-humping her as his other hand closed around her breast.

He squeezed as he nuzzled into her neck. He sniffed deeply. "You smell divine." he muttered as he began to nibble her earlobe. Meg, without realising, tilted her head to give him better access. Despite the present circumstances, she'd always liked having her earlobes nibbled!

The arm coiled around her waist dropped lower and within seconds his hand was between her legs. As his fingers reached her pussy, Meg reacted and gasped.

"My my, who's aroused then," he smirked. "Clearly you're begging for it." He turned to Doug. "Come on bro, I think these girls need a good old fashioned seeing to!"

Meg now realised that it was Greg behind her and he certainly was aroused if that bulge that was pressed into her arse was anything to go by. As Greg led her away she looked over her shoulder to see Doug following with Tina.

Both couples entered the bedroom. Meg gasped as she looked around the room. It was unbelievable. A giant bed took up centre stage. It was covered in red satin sheets. It was then she saw the mirrored ceiling.

"Oh my god!" she whispered to herself.

"Yeah, I know," whispered Tina flatly as she moved past her. She'd obviously been here before.

Meg resisted Greg as he tried to get her up onto the bed. She stood awkwardly off to one side watching as Doug and Tina climbed on.

Greg moved closer to her. He whispered in her ear. "Is there a problem Meg?"

"Yes," Meg said. She was confused. She didn't want to be here at all but knew she had to comply with Doug's wishes if she was to stand any chance of getting the video footage destroyed. But now it looked like Doug was giving her to his brother. She was faced with the prospect of possibly being fucked by Greg.

"I ... I ... but you're Doug's brother," she stuttered, "I can't ... I'm ..."

Greg interrupted her. "No I'm not. I'm actually his cousin. I've only just moved here recently. The party was Doug's idea but most of the guests are his friends not mine."

"Oh I see," Meg replied. She didn't see though, but knew she had to go through with this. She would have to suffer the indignity of having sex with yet another man if she was to get what she wanted.

"Anyway, what has that got to do with anything." Greg pulled her to him and before she had a chance to resist he kissed her forcibly, grabbing the straps and pulling down the top of her dress, exposing her breasts before he closed his hands around them. He squeezed them hard. Meg couldn't help but moan into his mouth as she realised she was more turned on than she thought.

He broke the kiss and moved Meg over to the edge of the bed. As she made to climb on he stopped her. "No Meg, just stop right there and bend over," he commanded. She complied and as she bent lower her policewoman's outfit rode up to fully expose her arse to his lustful gaze.

Licking his lips, Greg lifted up the layers of black lace. "I do so love high heels and fishnet stockings," he drooled, "and your legs are just perfect."

He ran his hand up the inside of one stockinged thigh,before slipping between her arse cheeks to find and linger briefly to touch her pussy; as if to gauge how wet she was; before reaching up with one finger to drag her thong down and out of the way.

Even though she was expecting it, Meg still jerked from the initial contact as she felt Greg's cock push up against her outer lips. Her eyes closed and she swallowed hard, widening her stance in preparation of what she expected to be painful.

"Ohh god... fuuuck ..." she groaned, the reality of his entry far exceeding the expectation as Greg pushed his thick cock inside her. She bent lower, hoping for relief as he paused to allow her to grow accustomed to his size. And then he began to move, slowly at first before he picked up the pace. Meg's tits began bouncing back and forth as Greg picked up momentum. He was soon going deep, thrusting hard, giving her every inch of his manhood, her initial cries beseeching god soon changing to loud grunts each time he rammed home.

Lifting her head slightly Meg looked across the bed. Right in front of her, Doug was fucking Tina. She was laid on her back as he pounded away on top of her. Her legs were clamped tightly round his back. Meg could see that her stiletto heels had left long scratch marks on his flesh.

Tina too was moaning and grunting, her breasts moving rapidly up and down her body in time to his thrusts.

Meg looked at Tina's face. Her lips were full and red and slightly parted as her breath came out in small gasps. She didn't know why she did it but she reached down and kissed her full on the lips. Tina choked with surprise before recovering and began to return the kiss. Meg then surprised herself again when taking hold of Tina's impressive breasts she began to fondle and caress them.

God they felt so good in her hands. As she felt how hard the nipples were something went off inside her. She didn't know what it was but it excited her beyond all reason. She felt a sudden rush of arousal. She didn't know if it was because of Tina or the fact she could feel her orgasm building. Whatever it was, at that moment she didn't care. She lowered her lips to Tina's once more and kissed her harder.

Doug and Greg looked at each other and laughed. They could not believe their eyes. What a night this was turning out to be!

* * * * *

It was a little after four in the morning when Doug got Meg back home. His final act was to present her with an envelope containing the memory cards and a couple of USB sticks. She watched as he deleted the footage from his mobile phone. And then he was gone.

Once inside she stripped, the policewoman outfit going straight into a black refuse bag. She would put it in the dustbin in the morning. She was naked now, the thong and stockings long since destroyed. As she climbed into the shower, exhausted and extremely sore, she recalled how the evening had ended.

After Greg had unloaded a huge amount of his cum inside her, he and Doug swapped partners. Doug proceeded to fuck her in the arse, whilst Greg did the same to Tina.

During the rest of the night Greg and Doug stopped only to replenish their drinks whilst they took it in turns to fuck either herself or Tina. When they couldn't get an erection they persuaded them both to have a kissing and groping session on the bed. This had led to her bringing Tina off and then Tina reciprocating.

Shocked initially at how much she had enjoyed it, now she began to agonise over what she'd done. Did this mean that she had discovered she had lesbian tendencies? She had no idea but now was not the time to dwell over it. She was so tired she could barely stand. As quickly as she could she ended her shower and climbed into bed.

Although glad that her ordeal was over she realised she was not only physically exhausted, but mentally too. All those weeks of having to endure hard sex with Doug whilst at the same time deceiving Ben had taken their toll.