Sandra sat up with a start as she woke up, not knowing where she was.

She had been sitting, which was strange for sleeping. And now she was standing, but her balance was all off and she couldn't feel anything above her waist.

What was the last thing she remembered? She had shown up for a job at this old frat house. Not the usual jumping out of a cake job that was so common at these parties, but one assisting a want to be magician.

He had requested she show up dressed like a magician's assistant and she had done her best, complete with black tights and a black corset and those long black gloves. She had felt like a million dollars, even if tonight was going to barely pay for 3 credits next spring.

The magic show was rather unimpressive, but she had done a bang up job assisting. Her purpose as she saw it was to provide distraction, first and foremost. She had moved seductively, swishing her ass back and forth, while bending over to pick up things she had accidentally dropped.

This wasn't always easy for her, since sometimes she knew guys from class at these parties. But tonight it was all strangers, so she was able to let loose and tease them with her body. It was going all so well until he had her back against this cabinet and threw a sheet over her head.

Yes, a dirty old bedsheet, like the sheets were ever washed in this house. But she strutted her legs, trying to show them off as the sheet only covered her top half.

And then he said some magic words and she now realized that was the last thing she remembered.

She felt the door to that cabinet close against her leg and she kicked it open. She shifted her weight around, feeling herself unsteady in her heels. Feeling her nylon covered legs slip past each other as she shifted them back and forth.

How long had she been out? Was it only seconds? Was she still at the frat party? Why could she only feel her bottom half? She had so many questions.

And then she got some answers, as she felt multiple pairs of hands on her legs. One pair of hands grabbed her butt and her pussy and lifted her legs up onto the cabinet. More hands stroked up and down, sliding along the nylon towards her pussy while another pair hand ran towards her feet.

She didn't think it would go this far, but now she knew better. Her contract had stipulations for how far things could go and what they would cost, and these guys must be better off than they looked. This was going to pay for way more than 3 credits, she realized, as she felt someone wrap her legs around his waist.