I hadn't been joking when I told Mikey that I fancied taking things down a notch or two for the next stage of my adventures. Although to be fair, I was referring more to the manner in which the fun started rather than where it might lead. In short, I wanted to appear to be the innocent little lady who somehow ended up as the ... well as Sexgirl.

I also wanted to try something different that made me feel rather strange when it was mentioned in passing on the rooftop when we were in Brighton. After a few days back at our house I cornered Mikey in the kitchen.

"Hey, buster, fancy another evening with Sexgirl?" I was standing in our kitchen, trying to seem busy.

My guy threw the can of beer he'd been guzzling into the trash can and pinned me up against the wall, "I thought you'd never ask, princess."

I laughed, "Well, if you'd care to take your hands off my shoulders, and stop trying to spear my belly with your dick, I'll tell you what I want to try next."

"What Jess did next... that has a great ring to it."

"Sorry to disappoint, but it's got nothing to do with my ring." I paused, "Actually, that's not quite true."

Mikey stepped back, "Stop teasing. What's my princess got on her mind?"

"Well... you know you mentioned 'spanking' the other night?"

"I never did," Mikey grinned, "But let's pretend I did."

I thought back to the club in Brighton, "Well you might not have mentioned it, but I seem to recall you slapping my butt."

"Ah, that might have occurred. Enjoy it by any chance?"

"Let's just say that it has intrigued me."

"Or 'yes', in other words."

As Mikey nibbled at my neck I gave an involuntary giggle, "Okay, okay, it's a 'yes', but maybe not in the way that you're thinking."

"Well I'm thinking about glowing red cheeks and squeals of delight. Am I wrong?"

I took a deep breath, "How about I say that surely you can't believe that any self-respecting girl would ever allow herself to be treated in such a demeaning way... if you get my drift?"

Mikey raised an eyebrow, "You know, I'm sure I hear a tiny little bit of emphasis on the word 'allow'."

"Could be," I shrugged, a tiny little bit of nervousness coursing through me. I genuinely wanted Mikey to take the lead here, but at the same time I was starting to fret that he would begin to see me as more slut than Sexgirl -- his Sexgirl -- if I led too much with these odd thoughts that I was experiencing.

"Princess?"

"Look," I said quickly, "it was just me being silly. Let's pretend I never said anything at all, okay? Let's just-"

Mikey put a finger to my lips, "Jess... I adore the new, wild you, and I'd do anything -- well, at least once -- to help you in this new quest of yours, but... maybe, just maybe, you don't need to say too much this time. Remember I know you, princess, and I can read a whole heap into just a word or two from you."

That sent a really weird combination of nervousness and excitement rattling it's way through my veins and nerves, "Um, Mikey, perhaps you might be reading too much into-"

He kissed me, hard, then pulled back and grinned, "You're not the only one with ideas, princess -- and this is a partnership, right?"

"Well, yeah, but-"

Another kiss took my breath away, "Shush, princess. I've let you lead for now, but tonight it's my turn."

I gave a soft chuckle, "Well I suppose in the grand scheme of things that fair is- Tonight?!" My eyes shot open as I finally realised what Mikey had said. "Oh no, I never said anything about tonight!"

"You're always telling me to strike while the iron is hot and all that stuff."

"But Mikey, I didn't mean tonight as in 'tonight when your friend Danny is here' and that's what you mean isn't it?" My heartbeat was almost painfully fast.

Mikey laughed, "Ah, the look on your face, princess -- that was precious!"

As I realised he'd been joking I groaned -- almost entirely with relief, "You sod!"

He gave another laugh and swatted my rump, "That's probably true -- but is there any chance you can wear a nice little skirt tonight so I can imagine some things?"

The thought of something so innocuous gave me a thrill that was totally out of proportion, but delightfully so, "I guess that could be arranged," I told him, "As long as you don't mind just the tiniest bit of teasing during the course of the evening."

I received another firm kiss, "Not at all, princess. Not at all."

One thing that had emerged from the evening with Lucas and the night at the hotel in Brighton was that I simply adored the looks on guys' faces when I was revealing a lot, or at the very least, more than would be normal. There wasn't really any question about what I had discovered within myself -- I was a latent exhibitionist of one form or another, and as well as that, I was finding it increasingly difficult not to indulge in this new passion at every possible opportunity. Whether I would have been quite so eager had Mikey not loved it as well, I don't know -- but fortunately I didn't have to make a choice like that because it drove him wild.

Danny was an opportunity for just a little bit of teasing exhibitionism, and there was no question in either my mind or Mikey's that it would be appreciated by all three of us one way or another. I was also already looking forward to the moment Danny closed the door behind him on the way out so that Mikey could demonstrate to me how much the evening would have turned him on. It was probably that particular thought that had me choosing a short, pleated skirt and a lightweight cotton top with a neckline that plunged whenever I leaned forward. Sexy matching undies (perhaps a tad more sheer than were entirely comfortable for me) completed my 'fit for the evening.

Mikey was drooling as soon as he saw me, but -- bless -- he still managed to remind me that Danny wasn't going to be like Lucas and emigrating the following week. "You do remember that he's going to be seeing you again in the near future? You'll have a constant reminder-"

"You want me to dress like this or not, buster?"

"You want to then?" he countered.

"Yes -- now you answer."

Mikey gave me a grin that would make a great white envious, "Oh yeah."

"Then what are we worrying about?" My voice cracked slightly with the pent up excitement.

"My only worry is that I make a mess in my jeans."

I giggled and grabbed Mikey's hand, pulling it under my skirt and against the front of my nearly sheer -- and already slightly damp -- knickers, "That help?"

"You behave yourself!" Mikey complained, smiling.

"I always do," I assured him, "Although I will admit that sometimes it's bad behaviour."

Mikey flexed his fingers against my dampness and warmth, "Just you be careful, princess."

I groaned, pressing against him, "Oh I will." I began to grind a little, "I certainly, definitely, absolutely, will be as-" I yelped as the doorbell interrupted us. "Damn!"

Mikey gave a final stroke and pecked the tip of my nose, "There'll be plenty more later. Now, you take a deep breath and I'll let Danny in."

Danny had always been one of my favourites among Mikey's close circle of friends, mainly because he was always so full of fun and life, respect, rather fine good looks and a deep-running masculinity that had long evicted any childish streak. The only mystery about Danny was why the heck no girl had managed to get him to commit. If I was going to flash a lot of thigh and maybe even a fair bit of cleavage, I could be confident that Danny would firstly enjoy it and secondly keep it to himself. As usual, Mikey had managed to somehow arrange for the perfect evening for a brief appearance of Sexgirl -- even it was to be a far more demure version than had been seen on her last two outings.

As soon as Danny walked into the living room, where I was waiting behind a completely artificial relaxed smile, he let out an appreciative whistle, "Wow Jess, you are looking seriously cute tonight! I thought you were lucky before, Mike, but... wow!"

I covered my embarrassment with a nervous laugh, "Oh stop it! But thanks anyway. Nice to see you again Danny."

Mikey put an arm across my shoulders, "I know I'm lucky, Dan, even if she's a pain at times with her fake shyness."

As I protested, Danny laughed, "Well I for one would say that was a cheap price to pay. I mean, seriously, dude -- wow."

I disentangled myself, blushing heavily, "I think that's my cue to go pour the drinks. Usual all round?"

"Absolutely," Danny nodded.

"You got it, princess," Mikey swatted my rump as I walked away.

The tone for the evening was set.

I can't deny that I felt gloriously under-dressed when Danny had first walked through the door. I know I wasn't showing anything more than a lot of leg, but it was certainly a lot more than Danny had ever seen before, and it totally appealed to the new exhibitionist streak in me. I was, without a doubt, revelling in the new sensations, and when I returned to the guys bearing drinks, I had another of the flashes of control that I had felt so clearly at the hotel in Brighton. I didn't exactly lift my knees higher as I walked in, but I was almost disappointed that I hadn't picked a skirt that was even shorter...

The plans for the evening were as open as they always were when Danny came to visit, and we were soon sitting around laughing and joking, listening to Mikey's somewhat retro tastes in rock music. When the topic of conversation turned towards my clothing, I was once again plunged into that weird mixture of nervousness and excitement. The latter emotion received a boost when Danny responded to a comment from my guy.

"I'll say it again, Mike, I've always admired Jess but that skirt is perfect for those lovely legs."

"I keep telling her," Mikey nodded, "But I think she's too shy to wear the right things too often."

I shot a warning look to my guy. This was getting a tad too close to the kind of conversation that had started up in front of Lucas. I realised I'd be disappointed if Mikey tried the same tactic again because I was on a mission to try to discover more about the new me -- about Sexgirl.

I needn't have worried. Or rather, maybe I was just worrying about the wrong thing...

Danny, oblivious to the silent conversation Mikey and I were having, nodded at my clothes again, "And that top is rather cute, as well."

"Same story," Mikey told him, "I do tell her, but she won't listen."

"I always listen," I assured them, "But I make my own mind up. Now, who wants another drink?"

"About time," Mikey grinned, "And also about time you were well behaved."

Danny nodded, "Another beer would be great, and Mike does have a point there. You really should listen to him, Jess."

I feigned a yawn, "Yeah, right."

As I bent to grab Danny's glass, Mikey swatted my rump again. An alarm bell began to ring, but I was so busy trying not to show off too much down my top that I must have ignored it. I laughed instead, "Hey, you. Watch the hands."

"Fair enough, princess." Without warning, I felt the hem of my skirt being momentarily lifted and another firm swat connected with my butt.

I squealed, "Hey!"

"Behave," Mikey grinned at my shocked look.

I frantically tried to say 'no!' without alerting Danny.

"What's up, princess? Annoyed that I've let Danny know who's boss here?"

Oh he's good -- I was answering before I could stop and think, "You are not the boss, buster! I am entirely my own-"

As Danny cheered, Mikey grabbed my arm and dragged me close, "Oh yeah?"

As the pressure drew me lower, towards my guy's lap, my eyes opened wider, realisation dawning, "You wouldn't dare!"

"In my own home? Oh, I would!"

I love Mikey with all my heart. He tugged at my arm and there was a silent question in his movement. Pull back and I'll stop -- do you want that? I collapsed across his knees, my mind whirling off into space.

"Mikey!" I managed as his free hand contacted the backs of my thighs and started to push upwards towards my barely covered butt.

"Too late, princess. Now I have to prove to Danny that I'm the boss in my own home." He gave an audible swallow, "Oh yeah, and show him just how much cuteness he's been denied!"

Danny gave another whoop of joy as I felt my skirt clear my butt, the almost sheer knickers all that stood between his gaze and my ass. When the first full-on slap came from Mikey's hand, I started to struggle for real.

"Mikey!"

He gripped tighter, "Sorry Danny -- I just had to let you see this. Is she cute or is she cute?"

"Mike, Mike, Mike! I mean oh wow, dude! I'm gonna be dreaming about that cute, cute ass for a lifetime!"

I squealed and wriggled, feeling as if the entire world could see me. I also felt the most incredible surge of arousal, and power like never before.

Mikey slapped me again, his fingers lingering in a way that sent ten thousand volts through me. I could feel his hardness pressing into my belly and my mind was accelerating past the outer planets. It accelerated when Mikey said, "Oh Danny! One off deal -- you think that's cute? You should see her without the knickers."

Danny whistled again as I squealed again, "If you're offering...?"

Mikey's hand grabbed the waistband of my knickers and started to pull as I wriggled even more fiercely, but with even more lack of direction. Mikey was struggling but knew he had enough control, "Go on then, Dan. You just have to see this once."

Before I could react, there were three hands on my knickers and my ass cheeks were exposed. "Stop it the pair of you!" I gasped.

The undies were off my feet before I could draw breath and I just knew what Danny could see, and how close he was. Sexgirl was busy telling me I was being too slow, and for once the real Jess was determined to make the most of Mikey's naughtiness. I wriggled and started to pull back away from my guy. My legs began to part, and more to the point, my top started to slide up my body.

All three of us were laughing, somehow, even though we all knew this was way outside our normal laughing experiences. With yet another squeal my top slipped over my head and I slithered from Mikey's grasp, my skirt barely covering my modesty, my boobs only covered by a skimpy bra.

"Enough!" I yelped, between laughs.

"Never!" Danny rejoined, reaching for my bra strap.

"Mikey! You wouldn't let him surely?"

Mikey laughed and unclipped my bra with stunning ease, "Princess, I've wanted to show you off for so long, I'm not letting this chance go!"

"Mikey!" I turned my attention to Danny as he started to try to pull my bra off completely, "Danny! I'm supposed to be your friend!"

"Believe me, Jess, you're getting to be even more of a friend by the second. Jeez, Jess, I've wanked over you in private a hundred times before, but this is going to serve me for the next thousand."

My already scrambled brain went ballistic, "You've....?"

Danny laughed, "Sorry Mike -- just had to be honest."

"Music to my ears, Dan!"

As I stared at them both, my fingers froze. With a whoop, Danny yanked my bra away from me and gave another yell of delight, "Oh, Mikey! Jess! Those tits... oh perfection!"

In shock I stared down at my nakedness, genuinely overwhelmed, surprised by Mikey's audacity, surprised to be feeling so wet, so hot. When Mikey stood and pulled me to my feet, I rose. When his trembling fingers unzipped my skirt, I let it fall.

I stared down at first Mikey's bulging shorts, then at Danny's. "Guys.... In one second I'm going to run out of this room." Mikey put a hand on my shoulder, "Unless," I added, "you stop me."

Danny stepped forward and raised a hand towards my exposed tits. He looked at Mikey, behind me, but I answered instead.

"That would stop me, Dannny."

"You really mean it?"

"Danny," I breathed, "Touch them. Touch my tits."

As his hands close over my breasts I let out a moan. Over my shoulder I said to Mikey, "This is out of my control. Thank you."

"You do realise," he managed, "That you've just made it impossible not to fuck you, princess?"

I nodded, and smiled. "Oh yeah." When Danny gave me a questioning look, I focused on his eager gaze, "And yeah," I added, "That means you too."

Clothes were discarded in every direction, hands swarmed over my naked flesh and I subsided to the living room rug, two long, hot, hard cocks vying for my wetness and warmth. Danny held back just long enough for me to look into his eyes and ask him, politely, to 'fuck me right now'.

The only bit of persuading I had to do that night was getting Danny to ejaculate inside me. The first time, he pulled out, thinking that was what I needed but I'm told I made it very clear that this was not my idea of heaven, and the next time, when he fucked me as I pretended to be tied up over Mikey's knees, he positively filled my already soaking pussy.

We all played for hours with some sort of unspoken agreement that this was Danny's one chance with me, and that he was more than welcome to make the most of me. I can safely say that he explored every inch of me -- not all of them external ones -- and he's only the second guy, after Mikey, who I've helped to come no fewer than four times in one session.

I rose to my full power that night. I could have got either of them to do anything I wanted, and all I had to do was be honest with myself and acknowledge the fact that anything they wanted, I wanted. I knew that the next time Danny saw me in my normal suit or t-shirt and jeans, he'd remember my naked pussy, my bare ass, my exposed tits (not breasts, Sexgirl was still in control). Oh yeah, and I'd remember what his hot, hard cock felt like pounding my wetness.

Danny left around three in the morning. Mikey and me saw him out, both of us still naked and viewing the now-clothed Danny as the odd one out. He embraced Mikey and then hugged me. "This," he said, "Is not quite how I thought this evening would pan out."

"Disappointed?" I asked.

Danny ducked his head and drew my right nipple into his mouth, "Not really," he muttered, his voice obviously muffled, "But, Jess? Mikey?" He stood, "I can't thank you both enough. Even... even if I never see you like this again outside of my dreams."

Mikey nodded, "The pleasure's not entirely yours."

I kissed Danny and stepped back, "Make the most of the memory. But like Fleming said...."

"If you're gonna mention Thunderballs..."

I gave a quiet laugh, "No... more like never say never...."

The guys gave each other a slightly puzzled, hopeful from which I cut short, "But best to think that this was a one-off, even if it was the best one-off ever."

After the door had finally closed on the grinning, exhausted Danny, I turned to Mikey and shrugged, "Happy with your new slut?"

"You're not that. You're never that. And you know it. You're just getting the pleasure you deserve."

I nodded slowly. It felt right. "That doesn't mean to say I didn't like having another guy's dick in me."

"Oh I know, princess. That was one of the highlights for me."

"Glad you think so. Does that mean that I've earned your presence on a dress shopping trip then?"

Mikey raised an eyebrow, "That sounds more like a penalty."

"I guess that depends," I said with a smile, "On whether I need help slipping into and out of the dresses in those little changing rooms..."

Mikey glanced down, "I scarcely believe it, but my cock just twitched."

"Good boy. But I think I might have another reward for you as well..."

"Carer to share?"

"No. And especially not after you bullied me out of my clothes tonight. But do remind me that when we get back from the shops, I need to call Melissa..."