Chapter 4

I decided to take Mya out in her tiny little outfit. She looked too perfect to keep hidden away inside, and this was the perfect opportunity to push her further. I presented our trip as a learning exercise, a way for her to practice what she had picked up from the lookbook videos, to get over her public shyness. And, like always, she took my words as if they were straight from the Lord.

“Now make yourself ready to go out.”, she immediately went to the vanity. She teased her beautiful thick hair and fine tuned her makeup.

“You’ve learned so much today, angel,” I said, brushing my thumb over her cheek as she finished touching up her lipstick. “Now it’s time to put it into practice.”

She beamed at me, eager as ever. “Really? You think I’m ready?”

I nodded. “Of course. You’re already becoming a big-city girl, baby. Now you just need to feel it. We’ll start small—just a little trip to McDonald’s.”

Her lips parted in surprise. “McDonald’s? Yummy and like ... like a lesson?”

“Exactly,” I said smoothly. “It’s about feeling comfortable in public, about owning how appealing you are. You saw how confident the girls in the videos were, right?”

She nodded quickly, eyes bright with understanding.

“Then this is your chance to try it for yourself. Show the world the beautiful, sexy girl I see every day.”

Her smile spread, and she gave a tiny, excited bounce. “I do wanna try! I wanna be like them!”

Good girl.

I led her out to the car, watching her strut ahead of me in those six-inch stilettos, her ass barely covered by those tiny denim shorts. The top she wore was so innocent, yet oh so casually sexy. She was a vision—a walking temptation—and she had no idea.

As we drove, I reached over and squeezed her thigh.

“Remember, baby,” I said. “Your makeup is your mask. No matter how nervous you feel inside, if you act happy, people will react happy.”

She nodded, hanging onto my every word. “Okay ... so if I just smile and act confident, no one will know I’m shy?”

“Exactly,” I praised, watching her blush at the approval. “And you’re dressed like a real big-city girl. No one will even think twice about it.”

Her lips parted slightly, her fingers playing with the hem of her tiny top. “Wow ... it’s so crazy to think girls really dress like this every day.”

“They do,” I said smoothly. “And soon, you won’t even think about it. It’ll just be who you are.”

She let out a little dreamy sigh, her eyes glazing slightly as she imagined it.

We pulled into the McDonald’s parking lot, and I could see a hint of nerves creeping into her expression.

“You’re perfect,” I reassured her, squeezing her hand. “You look amazing. Just remember what the girls in the videos do—own it. Okay?”

She nodded quickly, determination settling onto her face. “Okay, Jake. I’ll do my best!”

I led her inside, and immediately, all eyes turned toward us. This sexy young girl, looking like a sweet little teasing tramp.

The heels made her taller, the tight outfit made her impossible to ignore, and the heavy makeup made her unforgettable. I felt her clutch my arm tighter, her fingers digging in as she took in the stares.

A group of old men in the corner had their eyes locked on her legs, whispering under their breath. At one of the booths, a husband sat frozen, his wife chatting away while his gaze shamelessly trailed up Mya’s body, pausing at her exposed stomach, then moving higher to her barely covered chest.

And then, the thugs near the soda machine.

A low whistle.

“Shit, what a fine skank,” one of them muttered, his voice just low enough for me to hear.

“Look at that hot piece of ass,” another said, smirking as he nudged his friend.

Mya clung to my arm, her body tensing at the attention. I could feel her heartbeat pounding as she leaned against me, seeking comfort.

I gave the thugs a hard stare, enough to make them chuckle but look away.

This was a perfect moment to teach her something important.

I leaned down, my voice low and sweet. “See, angel? This is what happens when a girl is truly sexy. Men can’t help but look.”

Her breath hitched, her eyes darting around nervously. “They’re all staring ... it’s kinda scary, Jake.”

I cupped her cheek, making her look at me. “Baby, they’re staring because they can’t believe how hot you are. This is good attention. Think of how the girls in the videos would act. Do they look scared when men stare at them?”

She blinked, her lips parting as realization dawned on her. “No ... they just, um ... they flaunt it.”

“Exactly,” I murmured, brushing my thumb over her lips. “Embrace the looks. Respond with sweet pouts and fluttering lashes. You deserve this attention.”

Her face softened into pure trust, and then she nodded. “Okay, Jake. I’ll try!”

We took our trays to a table, and I watched as she experimented, her big false lashes fluttering slightly as she tossed a shy glance toward the men at the counter. It was adorable, watching her take her first steps.

After a moment, she turned back to me, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

“Jake,” she whispered, “why do these men look at me?”

I gave her a knowing smile. “Tell me what you think, angel.”

Her lips parted, and for a second, she hesitated. Then, her face lit up with understanding.

“Because I’m a hot piece of ass?” she said softly, testing the words on her tongue.

My grin widened. “That’s right, baby. My hot piece of ass.”

She beamed at the praise, absolutely glowing as she melted into my arms. “Oh my God ... I am...” she giggled, suddenly giddy. “I really am a hot piece of ass!”

The way she said it—so innocently filthy—sent a thrill down my spine.

“Yes, you are,” I whispered, kissing the top of her head. “And you’re only getting better.”

She nuzzled against me, practically purring.

I could see it happening—how the attention was starting to feel good to her, how the stares and whispers that had once made her nervous were now exciting.

She didn’t even know she was being trained.

She thought she was just learning how to be confident.

She had no idea she was already becoming my perfect little slut.

Going to McDonald’s with Jake felt like the biggest treat. I hadn’t been there in forever—not since I was a little girl. Back in my tiny village, trips to places like that were rare, but I loved it just like every other kid. That same giddy excitement bubbled up inside me as we pulled into the parking lot. But this time, it wasn’t just about the food.

It was the way Jake held my hand, the way my makeup felt like a mask, turning me into someone bold and different. It was the way my tiny shorts hugged my hips, how my six-inch heels made my legs look longer, and how my pussy rings clicked and jingled softly with every step, keeping me wet and needy. My buttplug reminded me of its presence every time I moved, making my hips sway naturally as we walked inside.

“Jake,” I whispered, leaning close to him, my lips brushing against his ear. “My cunt rings make me so wet.”

He grinned, his hand resting on my lower back, guiding me forward. “Just your pussy rings?”

I giggled, biting my lip. “Well ... maybe not just the rings...”

The moment we stepped inside, I felt it—every set of eyes turning toward me. Men of all ages followed my every movement, their stares hot and heavy, making my skin tingle. I felt my pulse quicken, but instead of shying away, I lifted my chin and fluttered my fake lashes at a group of young black men sitting in the corner.

“Look at that hot piece of ass,” one of them called out, his voice dripping with disdain.

“Fuck, what a fine skank,” another added, his eyes raking over my body.

The words hung in the air, and for a second, I froze. My heart thudded in my chest, torn between fear and something strange, something ... exciting. Jake’s hand tightened on my waist, steadying me, and I immediately felt safe again. Protected.

But the comments lingered, echoing in my head, sending a little tingle down my spine. They noticed me. They had taken the effort to comment on me. I mattered.

We carried our food to a table, and as I sat down, I felt the buttplug sink deeper inside me, pressing in a way that only heightened my arousal. The slick heat between my legs grew more intense, my cunt rings shifting and clicking softly, teasing me even more.

Jake leaned across the table, his eyes locking on mine. “Embrace it,” he said, his voice calm but commanding. “When men talk about you that way, you’re doing good. You’re stronger than them. You’re mine, and no one can take that from you.”

I was his. The thought sent a rush of heat through me, making my pussy clench. I felt a fresh stain of wetness seep into my tiny shorts.

I licked my lips, my heart racing, and leaned closer. “Jake,” I whispered, my voice soft but filled with something new—something bold. “I loved the way those men looked at me. It made me feel ... so fucking hot.”

His eyes gleamed with approval, and a slow smile spread across his face. “Good girl.”

My breath hitched at his praise, a thrill running through me. “I want to be your slut, Jake,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, but the words were clear and raw. “I want to make every man look at me the way they did. I want them to know I’m yours.”

Jake leaned back in his seat, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “You’re learning fast.”

“I’m a good student,” I said with a playful pout, sipping on my milkshake. The cold, creamy drink slid down my throat, and all I could think about was Jake’s cock. My pussy pulsed at the thought, my thighs clenching together under the table.

“I’m going to keep practicing,” I said, my voice dripping with promise. “I’ll get better at sucking cock, I promise. I’ll make sure no one else can do it as good as me.”

Jake chuckled, his hand sliding up my thigh under the table. “I have no doubt you will, angel.”

His touch sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I bit my lip, barely holding back a moan. I felt so proud, so happy to be learning for him, to become everything he wanted.

As I sipped my milkshake again, my mind swirled with thoughts of him—his big cock, his strong hands, his steady voice telling me how good I was. I couldn’t wait to show him how much more I could learn.

My eyes fluttered shut for a moment, savoring the warmth that spread through me. I’ll be perfect for you, Jake.

The encounter at McDonald’s confirmed what I had long suspected—Mya was a natural. She had taken to the attention like a duck to water, her embarrassment blending seamlessly with her arousal. She didn’t even realize how obvious it was—the dark stain on her tiny jeans shorts, betraying just how wet she had gotten from the comments and stares. My control, her innocence, and the growing hunger in her eyes were a perfect storm.

As we left, I couldn’t help but push things further. I drove us toward the mega grocery store, eager to see how she would handle it. The thought of her strutting through the aisles in her skimpy outfit—those barely-there shorts showing just a hint of the underside of her ass, her six-inch heels clicking on the linoleum floor—filled me with anticipation.

The second we walked in, the shift in the atmosphere was immediate. Normal customers—families, older couples, dads pushing carts—turned to look at her, their eyes widening at the sight of her streetwalker makeup, tight clothes, and confident sway. Mya, of course, noticed none of it.

She was too busy marveling at the endless rows of products, her heels tapping loudly as she pushed the cart ahead of us.

“Wow, Jake! Look at all the stuff!” she said, her voice bubbling with excitement. “We didn’t have stores like this back home!”

Her hips swayed naturally as she walked, the buttplug reminding her to keep her movements slow and deliberate. The tiny shorts rode higher with every step, the curve of her ass catching the light.

A man passing by leaned toward me, his voice low and breathless. “That ass...”

I smirked, giving him a nod before returning my attention to Mya, who was now crouched down to inspect something on the bottom shelf. The position made her shorts ride up even higher, exposing the soft underside of her cheeks. She didn’t even realize the show she was giving, completely absorbed in her task.

Her heels wobbled slightly as she stood back up, tossing a box of crackers into the cart with a triumphant grin.

“Can I pick anything I want?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with delight.

“Anything,” I said, smiling. “Go wild, angel.”

She giggled, spinning the cart around. “We need more cucumbers!” she said playfully, her voice light and innocent, completely unaware of how filthy the words sounded.

I raised an eyebrow, amused at how naturally the porn language had started slipping into her everyday speech.

“More cucumbers, huh?” I said, chuckling. “You must really like them.”

She winked, biting her lip. “They’re really ... useful,” she said, tossing one into the cart with a flourish.

Her naivety and willingness to please were intoxicating. She had no idea how she sounded or how every little movement of hers sent heads turning in every direction. She was giddy, bouncing on her toes as she explored the store, her body practically glowing with excitement.

“Jake! Look at this cheese! It’s so fancy!” she exclaimed, holding up a wheel of brie. “Do you think it’ll taste good?”

“Absolutely,” I said, watching her drop it into the cart.

She wandered off again, her eyes darting from shelf to shelf, picking things with reckless abandon. Fruits, vegetables, snacks—everything caught her attention, and she wanted to try it all.

When we reached the produce section, she leaned in close, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Do you think they’ll have big sausages?”

I nearly laughed out loud, marveling at her transformation. She was learning so quickly, her language becoming dirtier, her confidence growing with every passing moment. And the best part was that she didn’t even know how far she was being molded.

As we walked through the frozen foods section, a young guy stocking shelves nearly dropped a box of pizza rolls as he watched her pass. Mya barely noticed, too busy bending over to grab a pint of ice cream.

“I like this store,” she said, standing back up and licking her lips. “It’s sooo fun.”