THE POOL BOY'S GIRLFRIEND "Where are we going? I thought you were taking me to a movie?" "I have to make a stop at a customer first," explained Mark. "Their filter is broken. Besides we have plenty of time to make the second showing and this house is incredible." Sarah Cummings, a pretty, petite 17 year-old with long honey- brown hair and big brown eyes sighed and began to pout. This was the spoiled girl's usual method of getting Mark to do whatever she wanted. Today he simply ignored her and continued driving through the posh neighborhood. When he pulled into the mansion's long circular driveway his girlfriend was indeed impressed. He smiled when she immediately accepted his invitation to see the pool while he worked. Usually, when Sarah was in one of her moods, she could be quite stubborn. This time the sheer fabulousness of the place was enough to entice her. Mark led his unsuspecting sweetheart through the side gate and into the backyard. Sarah was as amazed as he had been, especially when she saw the magnificent lagoon pool. "Wow, this place looks like the Playboy Mansion!" she commented awestruck. "When were you at the Playboy Mansion?" he teased. "I've seen pictures," she replied testily. "Maybe you can be a Bunny," he told her grabbing her around the waist. She was wearing very short khaki shorts and a midriff- baring white tank top. She had a cute little bum and very nice tits. "Mark, stop it," she giggled, but didn't try to move his hand from her ass. "Oh!" she exclaimed, surprised when she noticed the glamorous brunette watching them from her luxurious satin chaise. Mark, of course, knew that Veronica Fox would be there waiting. She rose and sauntered gracefully over to them, shapely hips swaying as she walked. The femme fatale was clad in a shiny gold lame bikini, and was smoking a black cigarette from a long gold holder. She took Mark's hand and kissed him lightly on the cheek, leaving a slight crimson stain. The young man grinned like a fool, ignoring the glowering look that his girlfriend shot at him. "Hello Mark darling, so lovely to see you," purred the brunette in her smoky, sexy voice. "And this lovely young thing must be Sarah," she continued eyeing the girl from behind her dark glasses. She ran the tip of her holder over her tongue and extended a smooth, soft hand towards the girl. "I'm Veronica Fox. Mark has told me so much about you." Sarah took her hand politely and shook it, noticing the woman's perfectly French-manicured nails. She was somewhat intimidated by the glamorous older woman, and embarrassed by the way Mark was staring at her. She was going to kill him if this woman noticed his boner. Actually she was going to kill him anyway. "I'm Sarah Cummings," she replied properly. "But I'm afraid Mark hasn't told me anything about you." She gave her boyfriend a pointed look, which he either didn't notice or simply ignored. "Well then, we'll have to get more acquainted while Mark sees to the pool." She took a drag on her holder and blew a gentle cloud that drifted into Sarah's face. She took the girl by the hand and led her over to the satin-cushioned lounge chairs. Settling into one, she motioned the girl to take the other. Sarah lied down and sank into the thick silky pillows. She gave a contented sigh and ran her hand along the expensive fabric. "Comfy?" asked her lovely host. "Mmm, this is amazing," enthused the girl. "I'm glad you like it. Cigarette?" offered the bikini-clad babe holding up a gold cigarette case. "Sure," replied Sarah, who smoked only occasionally but didn't want to appear unworldly to the obviously elegant woman. She selected one of the unusual black cigarettes with the gold filter-tip. "What kind is it?" she asked as she accepted a light. "It's a Sobraine Black-Russian," Veronica told her fitting a fresh one into her own holder. "They're French. I have them imported specially." She lit it and exhaled a lazy cloud in the air. She watched as the girl copied her, trying to be sophisticated. She was really quite adorable. "You smoke very sexily," she said. "Thanks," answered Sarah blushing prettily. She took another puff under Veronica's watchful eye. The sun was very hot and she was feeling drowsy. She stretched her arms and yawned. "Sleepy are we?" asked Veronica exhaling a cloud towards her unsuspecting prey. "Mmmm," agreed Sarah yawning again. "It's awfully hot." "How about a nice dip in the pool?" "I don't have a suit." "Don't worry dear, I'm sure I have something suitable for you to borrow. Tiffany, take her to the cabana to change." Sarah hadn't even seen the cute bob-haired blonde approach. She seemed to just materialize next to her chair. The girl looked glamorous but business-like in a beige linen skirt and white silk blouse. She groaned as the blonde took her hand and pulled her up from the chaise. It was so comfortable and she just wanted to take a nap. But Tiffany put an arm around her and led her to the large cabana, which was as big as a small house. Once inside she rummaged in a dresser and came up with an itsy-bitsy pink string bikini. She handed it to Sarah and pointed her towards a dressing room. The brown- haired babe went in, took off her tank top, and began wiggling out of her tight shorts. She slipped into the teeny bikini and stood admiring herself in the mirror. The suit was a tad small, and it could barely contain her burgeoning breasts. The door opened and Sarah turned, covering herself as she did so. She was a little embarrassed by showing so much skin. Two women were standing in the doorway, a very buxom blonde in a white bikini, and an equally well-endowed redhead in an emerald-green suit that matched her eyes. "Hi," said the blonde. "I'm Darla, and this is Margaret." "You can call me Maggie," added the redhead. "Nice to meet you," replied Sarah. "Are you friends of Miss Fox?" "Oh, yes," agreed Maggie with a grin. "Very good friends." The two large breasted women standing there staring at her and smiling made Sarah a little nervous. She started to try to walk out of the room, but they stood there blocking the way. "Excuse me," she said a little petulantly. The tall redhead stepped forward into the room. "Such fair skin," she commented caressing one of Sarah's bare shoulders. "She'll need protection from that harsh sun," agreed Darla producing a pink tube. She squeezed some pink cream into her hand and began rubbing it onto Sarah's shoulders. The teen gasped and tried to step away but Maggie held her fast. "What are you doing?" she demanded trying to get out of her grip. "Shhh sweetie, don't squirm," the flame-haired femme whispered. "I guess she didn't get enough sleepy smoke," she added to Darla. The blonde nodded and moved her oily hands down to the girl's chest. "That's ok, the lullaby lotion will settle her down shortly." Her prediction proved correct as a warm tingling began to spread through Sarah's body. Her limbs felt heavy and lethargic, and she could barely keep her eyes open. "That's better," declared Darla, her hands moving down the front of the girl's bikini bottom. "Mmmm, nice and wet," she cooed sliding her lotion-slicked fingers through the girl's bush and between her lips earning a moan from Sarah. "Let me feel," insisted Maggie, running her hand over their captive's bum and between her legs. "I just love wet pussy." The two bikini clad babes busied themselves with feeling up young Sarah, over and under her bikini. She was quickly oiled, aroused… and extremely sleepy. "Sorry to interrupt ladies, but Ms. Fox would like to see the little slut," said Tiffany from the doorway. The women were disappointed, but knew better than to keep their Mistress waiting. They led the deliciously drowsy damsel outside. Veronica Fox was waiting poolside, lounging naked on a thick velvet towel. Mark lay prostrate on his belly between her long tanned legs, his hands bound behind his back. He was eating her pussy while she smoked languidly from her holder. She looked up when the female foursome came out of the cabana. "Does she like the sleep cream?" she asked. "Her little boyfriend certainly does." "Oh, her cunt is nice and creamy," replied Darla. "Good. Why don't you and Margaret fuck her in the water? Tiffany, they'll need the pool toys." Darla and Maggie led the drugged damsel down the steps and into the cool water. They removed their tops, releasing their massive mammaries, which acted like huge flotation devices. They sandwiched young Sarah between their bodies and began kissing and touching her, quickly getting rid of her pink bikini. Tiffany arrived with a large plastic pail and emptied the contents into the water. The collection of brightly colored dildos floated in the pool. Darla grabbed one and began easing it into Sarah's swollen slit, while Maggie rubbed another over her tits, causing her nipples to harden. Veronica watched interestedly as her vixens molested the tempting teen. The girl was unimportant by herself, popular and pretty, with a nubile body, but nothing spectacular really. However, the girls she hung out with were a different story. Rich and gorgeous, they were the crème de la crème of the debutant set. Emma Saunders, 17, daughter of Sam Saunders who was the biggest furrier in town. Candace O'Rourke, also 17, had a famous actor for her daddy. And the prize, Gretchen Carlson, the youngest at just 16, and heiress to a make-up fortune. It was for them that all of this had been arranged. For their seduction, abduction, and subjugation. The crème de sommeil was working perfectly, making Sarah sleepy, obedient, and very, very horny. She was ready for her instructions. "Tiffany, untie our amorous young man," she ordered getting up. She fitted a fresh cigarette into the holder and let Tiffany supply a light. Once the naked pool boy was on his feet, she pushed him into the pool before sliding in herself. Darla and Margaret had the girl squirming and panting as they reamed her with the plastic cocks. They ceased their activities and parted to give their Mistress access as she glided toward them. "Hold her up," Veronica ordered, sliding in front of the sleepy Sarah. She inhaled on her holder and placed her lips over the girl's. She gave her a long, wet kiss, white smoke mingling with their tongues and drifting lazily from their mouths. Sarah's deep brown eyes were glazed and vacant, but she wasn't quite asleep. "Oh pool boy." "Yes Mistress Fox?" "Have you ever fucked this little slut in the ass?" "No Mistress Fox." "Well why not? She looks like she'll love it. Put your dick in her bum." Mark moved behind his girlfriend and slid his rod up her tight hole. She grunted and began to push back against him. "You like that, don't you slut? I thought you would. Now be a good little whore and listen. I have a job for you." She blew more smoke into Sarah's face. "Relax and let my sleepy smoke take you to dreamland slut, while I tell you what to do. I'm having a little party this weekend…"