Rag Doll
Copyright© 2025 by Tropic
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Margot pulled away turning to the girl stood behind her,"And your daughter Janet; give her a hug too!" Dan felt suddenly flummoxed, "Oh … Janet!" He’d forgot about the girl... yet here she was, a slender fifteen year old teen; yet dressed like a rag doll! An unwanted girl. Dan felt a sudden guilt... he hadn't been arround... he'd been an absent dad.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual Romantic Cuckold Slut Wife Incest Father Daughter FemaleDom Light Bond Exhibitionism Masturbation Small Breasts
Janet and Astrid walked arm in arm like girls do when out in public. Being Sunday they had the day to themselves and it was a blissful sunny morning to be walking round the duckpond in the park.
They were catching up on each other, because working in the same club didn’t mean you were always alongside. Astrid’s performances were late evenings when the club was busy and that’s when Janet was being trained-up for her ‘private engagements’ by Alfie Matlock.
After fitting procedures, a working ‘schoolgirl outfit’ had been tailor-made for her! It was cleverly designed so the outer gymslip could easily be cast off, leaving the very short white shirt and school tie in place. Other accessories included school hat and socks, short stiletto boots and even a white dildo! Astrid laughed and squeezed her arm saying, “Do you know how to use a dildo?”
“Not really! But I do know how to use a riding crop; there was one of those too!”
“Your full of surprises Janet; you really are!”
Janet laughed,”No silly! ... I use to have a little job with ponies! I loved ponies; how about you?”
Astrid hesitated; “Well ... yes I did in a way.”
“How do you mean ... don’t you like them now?”
“Well I had a bad experience with one when I was quite young; and that was that.”
Janet felt Astrid was holding back on something but didn’t press her further.
They continued arm in arm and came to the cafe where they sat at a table in the shade by the pond. The sat together watching the sunlight dazzle on the water.
They were enjoying the pink milk-shakes they’d ordered when Astrid put her hand lightly on Janet’s. She had a serious look in her eyes?
Astrid began giving Janet some sisterly advice about safety with her new job at Earl’s Club.
Before she became a pole-dancer, Astrid was a show-girl in a north African club.
She had been traded by her father before she was fifteen, to a restaurant and bar that was little more than a brothel for the occupying solders at the time.
At first she was simply expected to fetch, carry and clean. Then she was a bar hostess, encouraging the men to buy more drinks. More and more she was pushed towards degrading sexual encounters; until she snapped and refused to do it any more! The boss was cruel in trying to force her to do his bidding; but she defiantly refused to cooperate.