Clifford Myles held the best parties in town, and they had all the best people at them. Or all the best men, anyway. Rich men. Influential men. Handsome men.
If a girl wanted to become famous, it was absolutely essential to be at Clifford’s parties. That was where you could meet the men who could elevate you to stardom and success.
But Clifford’s parties always had a theme for the female attendees, and it was always aimed at sexualising them. One month it was “cheerleaders”. The next it was “sexy kittens”, or “lingerie models”, or “naughty schoolgirls”. If you didn’t match the theme, you wouldn’t be allowed in, and you would never, ever be invited back.
This month, pretty 21-year-old Jessica Gold had an invite. It had taken her almost half a year to get it, first begging her friends who had connections to get her name mentioned, and then contriving to bump into Clifford’s male friends in public while wearing attractive outfits. Surely, she thought, if she got enough attention, someone would put her on the guest list.
And now her dream had come true. She had a ticket to attend next weekend’s party.
The theme of the party was “rape victim”, and Jessica stressed over how to achieve it. At first she tried a sexy dress, and ripped it a little. That looked good, but was it enough? She smudged her makeup a little. That was better still. She dabbed at it until it looked like she’d been crying.
Maybe a little more, though. She ripped her dress further, until her bra was showing. But… would a rapist really let her keep her bra? She slipped the bra off and reconsidered. Now the dress was showing a large amount of her titflesh, although her nipples were still covered.
She tried to think whether someone looking at her would assume “rape victim”. Maybe? But they might also just think she was a whore.
She needed to get in. She couldn’t afford to be turned away. This was her one and only chance to *be* someone – to become famous.
Biting her lip and blushing, she removed her dress entirely. Now she was wearing nothing but her panties and her high heels. If she crossed her arms over her tits she looked convincingly like a broken, recently-raped victim.
She ripped her panties a little, just to be sure.
It was embarrassing to turn up to the party half-nude. But she knew that she was securing her future by doing so. When she arrived, she tentatively knocked on the door.
Clifford opened it. He gave a broad smile as he saw how she was dressed – or, rather, undressed.
“Ah, Jessica,” he said. “Come in.”
She stepped inside, and he closed – and locked – the door behind her.
The room was full of men. Lots of men. But no women.
“Isn’t this the party?” she asked nervously.
“Jessica,” said Clifford, “tonight, you *are* the party. We’re flattered that you spent so much effort on dressing to the theme. It’s going to make it very hard for you to believably complain about anything that happens tonight. But in a sense, you really didn’t need to bother – because we’re all going to help make your costume *much* more authentic.”
And as he spoke, a hand clamped over Jessica’s mouth from behind, and two more grabbed her arms, and someone ripped her panties away to expose her naked cunt.
“What’s the matter, Jessica?” leered Clifford. “Didn’t you come here wanting men to help create your future? That’s exactly what we’re going to do. And I think a pretty girl like you deserves a future where you have a rapist’s baby in your belly, don’t you?”
And as man after man stepped forward to shove their cocks into Jessica’s holes, Jessica did her best to be entertaining and enjoyable. Because surely there was still a chance that she could please one of these men enough that they would want to make her their pet – and being a pet might be demeaning, but every big starlet had to start at the bottom….
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