Chapter 10

We dress. Dezi dropped the slip back over her head and let it settle around her. Dave said. “We definitely have to get you something else to wear.”

She smiles, he pat’s her on the butt and off we go to breakfast.

The dining room is crowded with hotel guests and travelers of all sorts. Dave points out groups and single men for Dezerea to shoot her sparkly beaver at. She obeys him without the slightest resistance and is quite poised as she does it. The men seem to appreciate the morning distraction. The female companion of a man that Dezi is told to expose her cunt to is miffed and gets pissed at her man for looking.

Dezi is not daunted by her anger in the least and even spreads her legs wider while staring at her. The wife quickly stands and marches off in the direction of the kitchen. Soon she returns with a man in tow by his coat sleeve. She points at Dezi and says something to the man. Dezi has not closed her legs a fraction as the man approaches. He clearly sees her pussy sparkling beneath the black slip. He stops at our table and starts to say something to Dezi, but Dave cut him off.

“Is there a problem?” Dave asked the man.

“I’m sorry sir, but the lady over there is upset that this young woman is exposing her private area.

“You mean she’s show her cunt to anyone who wants to look.”

“Ah yes sir.” The man says staring at Dezi’s pussy.

“And that’s a problem?”

“It seems to be for her sir.” The man admitted.

Dave pulls Dezi’s chair out so that the table is no longer hiding her legs. Then he says to Dezi, “Lift your slip up so this man can better see you’re cunt.”

Dezi picks the hem of her slip up and holds it in front of her face so that it looks like a vail on a belly dancer. She spreads her legs into a perfect split.

The man gasps.

Dave asks. “Is that snatch a problem for you?”

“No sir!” he quickly says, then more slowly he says, “But the lady...”

“Perhaps the problem is the lady can’t see this cunt well enough. Should I send my slut over to her and let her see it up close?”

“I don’t think that’s an adequate solution sir.”

“What would you propose?” Dave asks sitting back in his chair and tossing his napkin on the table. “Should we take a vote of the patrons in the room?”

“I don’t think the lady would...”

Dave interrupts loud enough to be heard throughout the dining room. “Fuck the lady, she can God dammed well leave if my slut is disturbing her.” Then in a much quitter voice he says to the man. “If you go back over there and tell the bitch that she can leave if she doesn’t like the view. If you do that you can fuck my slut in the ass or she will suck your cock. What do you say to that?”

The man stands straight, tugs at his jacked like he’s Captain Picard. Turns sharply and walks over to the woman and we hear. “I’m sorry madam if you are disturbed by that woman then you may leave.”

She stands and huffs. “Your superiors will hear about this. Come on Ron let’s leave this disgusting place.”

A ripple of applause ran through the crowd as she stomped out. Her husband seemed reluctant to follow her, but I suppose with some soul searching he stood and said. “Thank you,” toward our table and he trudged out behind her.

Dezi dropped her slip in her lap and scooted her chair back to the table and finished her French toast. Her knees back to a foot and a half apart. The man returned took Dave’s card which he has printed our room number 414 and 7:30 pm.

We still don’t know his name, nor do I think Dave cared. He had no problem having a complete stranger fuck Dezi and Dezi had no problem fucking them.

No one else seemed to have a problem with Dezi showing her pussy and when we finished breakfast and stood to leave there was an audible awwwh from the patrons and the servers. Our server said there was no charge for breakfast, but Dave tossed a fifty on the table anyway.

By now it’s after ten in the morning, Dave pulls out the business card that the piercing tech gave him and dials the number and puts the phone on speaker.

We here it ring, and ring and ring. Dave was just about to hang up before voice mail picked when a groggy voice said. “Hello?”

“Paul?” Dave asked.

“Yes.”

“This is your friends from last night, the sparkly ones.” Dave explained.

“Oh, yeah hey.” He said as recognition seeped into his brain. “I just got to bed. The dammed cops kept me there until almost nine this morning. I spent most of that time waiting for them to decide what to do with me. Idiots.”

“Look Paul, I know this is an inconvenience for you, but we have a request.

“If it’s for that gorgeous woman I’ll do whatever you want.”

Dezi giggled. “Thank you sir.” She shouts at the phone.

“Paul, we want to remove the bling and just put the bar bells in to reduce the chance of getting them snagged and complicating matters until she heals.”

“That’s a wise decision, but it’s going to hurt.”

“I can take it sir.” Dezi shouts again.

“I’m sure you can.” Paul agrees. “And you take it better than anyone I’ve seen and the pain too.”

We chuckle.

“Ok let me get an hour or two of sleep and I will call you and you can come over to my house. There’ll be less prying eyes there anyway. I’ll call you and give you the address.”

“Okay, see you then.” Dave kills his phone and drops in his coat pocket. He looks at us and asks. “Anyone up for a little shopping?”

Dezi squealed clapped and hopped up and down.

We were right down town where the expensive designer shops were and so we walked to a small exclusive boutique Dave knew about that wasn’t far. As soon as we walked in and they spotted Dave we treated like Vegas high rollers.

Cappuccinos were delivered to the four of us. Dezi ignored hers as she and a horde of sales persons browsed the clothing. Dave and I sat in comfortable chairs sipping the sweet brew as Tony began hitting on a cute sales girl that wasn’t currently assisting Dezi.

Dave turned to me and said. “For a situation where your wife was basically raped by me and my friends you have taken this whole situation in stride.”

I hung my head and responded. “To be perfectly honest Dave, I’m ashamed to say I have hoped something like this would happen to us some day. I could have never dreamed it would be something so radical that my wife’s personality would be split by it, but I had hoped something of a sexual nature would happen to loosen Pam up in the bedroom.”

“You don’t seem to mind being dominated along with her. In fact I think you rather enjoy being used as much as she does.”

Surprised at his observation I looked up at him blushed and re-hung my head again. “I guess I didn’t know I had a submissive streak in me, but now that you and George have exposed my weakness. I find I enjoy being humiliated by having to put your cock into my wife’s cunt so you can fuck her and never thought I would like getting fucked myself until George shoved his long dick up my ass.”

Dave mused. “I guess I’ll have to come up with some other things to humiliate you with.”

My face reddened again and I told him. “Let’s not get too creative. We don’t want to split my personality.

“Oh I don’t think we have to fear something like that. I think you can handle quite a bit of debasement before cracking.” He laughed and it was just odd enough to scare me a little.

I glance at a price tag if a flimsy garment next to me and it seemed exorbitant. I asked Dave, “How do you afford these clothes, weekends at high priced hotels, limousine service and all of the other stuff that you spend your money on.”

He laughs, “First off it’s not my money. My father owns the company, and just so you are aware. Your wife isn’t the first wife I’ve turned into a slut, nor will she be the last, although,” Dave admits. “I’ve never had a slut as exquisite and as desirable as Dezi and dad is going to love using her.

Dad lets me use company funds, because I keep him in free, ... well the term’s all relative isn’t it, free pussy. I let dad use my whores whenever he gets the urge and he foots the bill, or at least the company does.”

I kind of took umbrage to the word whore when he was referring to my wife, but I didn’t correct him, not that it would have mattered if I had, he would have ignored me. I do however, remind Dave that when Pam re-inhabits her body, if she has a problem with what he’s done, well dear old dad, nor Dave, nor anyone else, will get any of my wife’s snatch and neither will I for a very long time if ever.

Dave acknowledged that this situation was far different than any other whore he had transformed and would need to be handled with lamb skin mittens.

Dezi and the sales clerks had picked out several outfits that they like and my wife was in the process of trying them on. One by one she models them for us, a short black mini dress looks particularly hot on her and Dave gives the ok on it even though the cost of the thin garment is over eight hundred and change.