The Vice Harem

By J Itchen

Maria finds herself drawn into a vice harem run by a local business leader who shares his ladies with his guests at his ‘bunga-bunga’ sex parties. However Maria discovers that it is at the centre of a vice racket whereby businessmen are in a mafia-like group of secret corruption based on sex coupled with blackmail.

Should Maria expose the sex ring or will that mean that she is exposed as well as she is part of it? Should she just be part of the sex games and try to use the men to get that ever elusive acting part? In her new career as a Police Cadet there can only be one answer, but it is not easy to pull away as she is herself involved and taking a full part.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J Itchen
• Release date: Jun 26, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301938179

J Itchen

J is a graduate from Bristol University, England, who is married with four children. Currently lives in Southampton, England, although when young also lived in other parts of the world (Malaysia, Thailand, Yemen Arab Republic).J has been writing for several years mainly for magazines (more usually science rather than science fiction), for specialist books and recently a web site. Starting with science fiction (not fantasy), genres published have also covered the erotic, plus a combination of the two.

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The

Vice

Harem

by J. Itchen

ISBN: 9781301938179

Published by J. Itchen at Smashwords

Copyright: ©2013, J. Itchen, all rights reserved

Chapter 1 – The women cyclists lose their tops

Maria stood by Tasha waiting at the finish for the women’s team cycle race.

This is likely to be the first one of the games where the loser loses a significant item of clothing, Tasha said.

Maria looked around. There had been the first heats in some tennis matches so some men and some women had lost their shirts, but the women still all had bras on. There had also been a wrestling bout where the loser lost his shirt as well. But nothing major as yet, as Tasha said. However the expectation was electric in the air

I am still surprised that there were so many people prepared to remove clothing like this at a party. Maria said. Apparently the clothing you lose cannot be something minor like a shoe or a belt either. Someone has decreed that they want people to end up showing off intimate bare flesh. Maria always like to think that when she went topless it was like being on the beach, but at a party like this it would be a bit more than that. She wondered if her long curly brunette hair could be persuaded to cover her boobs if she had to take off her bra. That would probably not work, or be viable only for short periods. She would have to be topless and proud, and that was it. She knew that she had the body for it and being in her early twenties everything was firm and at its best.

There is obviously a sexy sub-culture in the area that we had not known about until now. Tasha said.

Maria found the prospect exciting. It was like a dare even to be here because she may also have to strip off in public and she did not have much on to start off with. Tasha, Carrie, Annie and Maria had all arrived in their bikinis as that was their uniform for their sport, beach volleyball. Maria had also brought her party dress on top, but they had left that along with their coats at the door when it was made clear that they were only meant to wear their sporting attire. Maria glanced at Tasha’s skimpy bikini top which emphasised her excellent boobs and clearly showed little dimples where the nipples were.

Maria at first had felt under-dressed but soon people had started to lose their shirts in matches so she now felt reasonably comfortable.

I am still surprised that we were invited to this party, Maria said. It’s such a sumptuous place with these large grounds, swimming pool, tennis court, the lot. It is like a private Sports Centre.

I think that they heard that we were game for this sort of thing and that we played beach volleyball. Tasha answered with a grin. Who would not invite four pretty young women who may very well end up going topless?

Our reputation is getting out! Maria laughed. I did not realise when we came that we were expected to play in a knock-out competition like this with other teams. As the loser has to hand over a piece of clothing that means in our case it has to be our bikini tops. Only the winner does not lose anything!

I had heard rumours about it, but we can go topless if necessary, Tasha said. We have done it before. We will not be the only ones here. Tasha seemed almost to be looking forward to it. Maybe she was.

It is almost certain that we will have to go topless, unless we win, of course, Maria said, feeling the exciting anticipation along with some trepidation. I hear that there are three other beach volleyball teams, two women’s teams and only one of men. There are no mixed teams.

We have drawn the men for the first round, Tasha reminded her. That is due just after this women’s cycle race.

At least we won’t be the first to go topless if we lose then, Maria laughed nervously. She knew that Tasha looked great topless. She had a superb model-like figure with shoulder length straight fair hair and perfect boobs with nipples that always seemed to be erect.

We can win, Tasha insisted. We have won against men before and we are good.

I hear that the men have Tarzan style loin cloths on as well as swimming trunks, Maria said, So which do we get if they lose?

Carrie is going to insist that we get their swimming trunks, Tasha grinned. They can keep their flaps of material as hopefully those will not hide much anyway.

It is only fair because if we lose we lose our bikini tops, Maria said. But that is all we have to take off because once we are knocked out we are out.

However the final is the best of three so we will have to play at least two games and rumour has it that you lose an item of clothing for every game you lose, Tasha said. Tasha grinned, un-fazed by this.

Maria had not heard this. She did not fancy going completely naked in a crowd of people. Topless she could cope with, but totally nude seemed like going too far.

Oh, by the way, Tasha said, have you seen that your hero Adam Manley is here?

What, the movie producer? Maria was immediately interested. Where is he?

Over there near the cycle race end post, Tasha said. It looks like he wants a front row view of the losing women’s team removing their tops.

Thanks for telling me. I must go and speak to him, Maria said, see you shortly for the volleyball match. Maria set off with indecent haste.

Come immediately after the cycle race and the top removals have taken place, Tasha called after her as Maria moved away.

Maria squeezed through the small crowd that had gathered for the end of this race, mainly consisting of men. She placed herself by Adam Manley.

I understand that you are Adam Manley, Maria smiled at him and shook his hand. He was younger than she had imagined, perhaps in his late thirties, with a thin athletic build topped by short business-like hair. I am Maria.

Adam smiled graciously at her but did not say anything.

I understand that you produce movies? Maria continued I studied to become an actress, but I never broke into movies. It has been the biggest regret of my career so far.

What sort of thing were you specialising in? Adam asked her nicely. He did not seem to object to her intrusion at all. Maybe he like a pretty girl with long thick curly brunette hair talking to him dressed just in her bikini.

I did some singing and dancing, but I was really interested in some character acting, Maria said.

Did you ever go for the sexy roles? Adam asked, glancing at her C cup bikini top.

I was prepared to do just about anything to get a role, Maria said, remembering. I was even prepared to do bit parts as the nude sex interest. However I found that the interviews for those were usually just fucking scams.

I know, Adam said gravely. So you were scammed then?

Well, fucked is a better way to describe it, Maria sighed. I realised that it was a scam when after the Lead Man had fucked me the supposed Director also wanted to screw me too.

What did your boyfriend have to say about that? Adam asked. That is assuming that a beautiful and intelligent woman like you has one.

I didn’t tell him, Maria said I did not want to upset him unnecessarily. He knew that I was likely to have to strip off for the interview, but he did not think that I would get banged.

I know, it happens all the time. Adam said almost nonchalantly.

Well I would really like to know how to spot a scam and what is genuine, Maria said. I may be prepared to try for a part again if I knew that it was a genuine interview.

Wouldn’t your boyfriend object, or is he now your husband or have you split up? Adam asked.

Oh, we are very much together, Maria said. I love him and we may get engaged soon, but we are not married. I may have to edit what I pass on to him.

Maria realised that being full and frank with Adam was happening so easily and naturally. She had never met him before but here she was telling him more than she had told her boyfriend Sean.

Well, I sometimes commission different types of movies, Adam said And I can bear you in mind. What I do is sometimes I have business partners around which can include movie directors for all sorts of different movie ideas. What I could do is invite you along to meet some of them.

That would be fantastic, Maria agreed. This sounded like exactly what she wanted.

Great, I will do that then, Adam said. But if you will excuse me the cyclists are just about to come in. I have a women’s team and I don’t think that they are the world’s best cyclists, so they may need my support. He moved off towards the finish line.

Maria grinned to herself. The support they may need would be to bare breasts suddenly exposed to the crowd. She found Tasha again.

He has promised to invite me to meet some of his movie business partners, Maria ecstatically told her.

Did he say precisely when or where? Tasha asked. Did you give him your contact details?

No, Maria admitted.

Well in that case he is likely to forget and you have got absolutely no-where, Tasha said. You need something definite. People like him get asked so many times by people like us for an opening, you have to stand out and get a specific invite date.

Maria knew that she was right. She would have to pin Adam Manley down.

The first women cyclists are coming in. Tasha said, craning to see.

Do they do it by the combined time the team takes, or by what order they come in? Maria asked, straining to look over the mainly male crowd who were mostly taller than her.

I don’t think that matters in this case, Tasha said. I think that it is fairly clear that the team in yellow have lost.

Maria caught a glimpse of Adam as he hugged a sweaty girl in yellow lycra who had just crossed the finishing line. The girl was pretty, buxom and with wavy long fair hair. She did not look particularly athletic but she was definitely puffed out. The other girls in yellow gathered around Adam as he hugged them in turn. They were a bevy of beauties, but not necessarily the right build for cycling. They turned as a group, hands around each other’s waists with Adam in the huddle and two girls on either side of him. They went up onto the make-shift platform that was there. This meant that the crowd had an excellent view of what was about to happen. The girls in Adam’s team all had long wavy hair, but two were fair, one black and one was a strong red colour. Maria noted that they all looked attractive and buxom. Presumably Mr Manley liked them like that.

The winning blue team also went up on the platform hugging each other victoriously.

When they were all there, Adam stepped out of the line of his team and said something to them. As one they lifted their lycra tops off over their heads. Almost in a synchronised way four pairs of naked breasts popped into view, bouncing gently after being released from the lycra. The move confirmed Maria’s impression that the girls were all fairly busty once the squashing confines of the lycra had been removed. A cheer went up from the men. They clearly liked what they saw.

Maria was intrigued about how they had stripped off so confidently as one on the say of Adam.

Adam went to the girl at the end of the line, briefly cupped her breasts before taking the lycra top off her. He then did the same to the next girl, then the next, then the next. They all seemed very happy for him to do this, almost pushing their breasts forward for his attention when he came in front of them. Adam handed a lycra top to each person in the winning team. They waved the lycra above their heads in celebration. The mini ceremony over the cycling women all climbed down and joined the crowds.

Time for us to perform, Tasha said. No fuss there, just off with their tops. It was odd the way that Mr Manley went along the line to hold every one of their boobs, don’t you think? Do you think that they are all his mistresses?

If I was a man and it was my team and I could get away with it, then I bet that I would do the same. Maria said.

It was still odd, though, Tasha said. They all seemed to expect and want him to do it.

Maria and Tasha turned and headed for the sandy pitch where a beach volleyball pitch was set out.

I think that topless or not I will go for a swim afterwards, Maria said.

Unless there are male swimming heats, Tasha said In which case the loser could be an interesting spectacle for us!

Those are a bit later, Maria said I suppose that they leave the games that could leave someone naked until later.

Or maybe the guys wear swimming tops as well, Tasha said. We will have to see. We are novices in this.

Or even topless party virgins. I can’t wait, Maria grinned. As long as she was just topless then she was OK with that.

Chapter 2 - The first volleyball match

Carrie and Annie were already on the sand pitch when Tasha and Maria arrived. Carrie’s short black hair and curvaceous figure contrasted with Annie’s thin long fair hair and slender body, even though they were of a similar height. Four men approached with their Tarzan style outfits.

You don’t usually wear those for your beach volleyball matches do you? Annie asked them aggressively.

Well, it varies, one hunky man said. Tonight we do.

When we win we are having your swimming trunks, not those funny flappy things that you have added. Carrie told them in a matter of fact tone.

The men looked at each other.

The rule is that we hand over one item of clothing, a second blue-eyed and fair haired hunk of a man said. We were planning to hand over the top layer.

You don’t have layers in beach volleyball, Annie said You just have swimmies. We either play you for your swimmies or not at all. We can take the whole lot, flaps as well, if you want, but we definitely have the swimmies.

We are not handing over our bikini tops if you are not prepared to hand over your swimming trunks. Tasha added. That would not be fair.

We will win anyway, a third man, a thinner, tall but wiry-looking, man said what the heck.

Maria hoped that they were just being cocky and were not experts.

Agreed then, Carrie said. If we win then you stand in a line and we remove your swimming trunks here on the court. If you win you can remove our bikini tops.

OK, nodded the first man, looking round at his mates for their assent.

This should be interesting, a man from the slowly growing audience said.

The men went onto the court.

Maria eyed the opposition. They all looked quite tall and athletic and maybe they would be better than her team. However there was nothing to it other than to play. This was what the party theme was all about, sport with the frisson of exposure of intimate flesh for the losers, along with sexual anticipation about where it could all end up.

They played. The men were indeed strong and could hit the ball hard from a height as they jumped. Maria’s team were behind and she started to think about losing her top. She knew that the man taking it off