Chapter 15

When Sally did not return her gaze, Helga followed her eyes to see the woman she had always regarded as the competition being led as if a small girl, by a very big man off the dance floor. Hearing Sally chuckle as the pair disappeared into the men's room, Helga once again turned to Sally and this time extended her hand and they exchanged the normal renewal of introduction that acquaintances do when they meet. That out of the way, Helga paused and waited for Sally to begin.

Sally smiled conspiratorially and leaned forward. "Helga, may I call you Helga?"

"Of course," Helga replied.

"Good, and you must call me Sally. I asked you here today because I believe in that old chestnut; a picture is worth a thousand words. What did you think of your boss's wife's performance today?"

"Well Sally it was pretty amazing. Ed has said some things in the last week about his wife acting strange but he was not too clear as to what he was talking about. He said something about her wanting to act like a house maid or something."

"Hmm yes well it is all part of an experiment really. It started when Helen Carson, a school chum of Carrie, began to fancy her mother. I suspect it was small things, you know maybe Nancy acted silly when Helen was visiting Carrie, trying to be friends with the girls. It might have started with that but for Helen it began to seem as if this older woman was coming on to her or at least announcing her availability. Now this Helen can be a real bitch. Don't get me wrong though, I think the world of her. It's just that she has a dominating personality. I think that when Nancy tried to put the girls at ease by pretending to be one of them, she served herself up on a platter to little Miss "kiss my boots" Carson. Anyway, to make a long story short; Helen has put her collar on Nancy and is training her to be her sexual slave and lesbian slut. She has her ensconced at their school as the cheerleader's adult chaperone where Helen can control a good chunk of her activities. She is going to train her to be an A Number One cunt lapper and all round Slut.

Sally paused to let all that sink in to the professional woman who sat listening raptly with a predatory grin on her face. No doubt Helga was having some inspiration of her own. Sally continued, "Anyway the problem is that Helen cannot be Nancy's full time babysitter and she can't lock her in the dungeon while she goes to high school. I think originally she thought she could bring her to school with her every day but that is just not practical. She and Carrie contacted me because I have a personnel business that really has two parts. The main operation is to provide part-time secretarial and office temps to small businesses for a percentage that is smaller than the bigger agencies and the second part that is smaller but more lucrative and involves finding, training and renting out submissive women to whomever has a taste for that. They came to me because I guess Carrie somehow knew about my business. Anyway I thought I might kill two birds with one stone today. I talked to Bert who owns this club and I think I have a deal where she can work here two days or so a week as a hostess, stripper, dancer and prostitute. She can make all kinds of dough with her body and willingness to do almost anything she is asked. We can't do it five days a week though. It is too hard on the woman and over exposure is not a good thing."

"And the second bird, is why you want to talk to me?"

"Huh, oh yeah ha ha. The second bird yes. Helga I am looking for a spot for Nancy to earn some money. I think it goes without saying that whether it is here at Bert's or in an office, I will be taking a large percentage of the take for promoting and placing our girl. Anyway I would like to offer you, the services of your boss's wife who is currently in the john sucking on a very large hard dick or two; as an office temp. She has skills beyond her mouth. She can type and understands computers and is eminently trainable and very compliant. What do you think? Can you use her? Do you need a secretary/office girl?"

"Oh I think so, replied Helga enthusiastically. Ed has been after me to get someone in to help me with the mundane chores and to man the office when we want to get away for some loving, she continued. It would be like a dream to be able to control my lover's wife. I am tired of sneaking around and was almost ready to break it off, but now..." She became lost in some erotic dream-like thoughts and just stopped in mid-sentence.

"Oh where was I, Helga laughingly recovered from spacing out. Oh yes, now what would little Nancy have to know about the deal you and I might agree on. I don't want to screw anything up in case I decide to just continue as before. Is that little bitch privy to what we talk about?"

Sally smiled her all-knowing sweet smile and placing a hand over one of Helga's she spoke, "no dear, listen to me and understand. Nancy is a sex slave now. Yes she is in training and all but she has no rights, she is not involved any more in discussing what is to become of her. That all changed when Helen pulled her in and she was unable to escape her clutches. Even if Helen tired of her and cut her loose, I have enough evidence against her that I would just take over, and if you decide to help in her reeducation you would become one of her masters, able to dictate what twists and turns her life is to follow. There is no down side for you Helga. So you tell me. Do you want to have Miss Nancy to show up in your office three days a week, do whatever grungy job you give her, crawl under your desk, or a friend's desk, or provide sexual favors to someone who would reward you for those favors? Hmmm do you need some time to think it over dear?"

"It is so tempting. I don't want any trouble at work though. I think I can handle Ed, especially if it means more sack time with me. I want to be sure that I am not embarrassed to have her working for me in a professional office setting. I mean it would not be high profile or important work but still she would have to clean up well and not look like a ten cent floozie," Helga rambled.

"Let's go get her and then you can judge for yourself. She must be in pretty bad shape right now as long as she has been in that john, with all those jones", Sally laughed.

"yeah what is all that? Is she really that much of a slut already? I had hoped to get a nice suburban housewife and introduce her to sluthood," Helga said with a throaty laugh.

As they approached the bathroom with the line of men standing outside waiting, Sally whispered to Helga, "she is just under the influence of blackmail threats and her natural submissiveness and of course a healthy dose of ecstasy enhanced by some gin."

"Oh, I see then," Helga replied as the two women who were fast becoming friends encircled each other's waist with an arm and pushed the swinging men's room door open to see Nancy naked except for her knee hi white girly stockings and the black patent heels. Her hands were holding onto the hairy buttocks of a muscular Mexican who wore his levis down on the tops of his cowboy boots like they were meant to be. He was letting the woman do the work as his thick dick was drawn in and spit back out in a rhymic motion that would have made the most seasoned whore jealous. He had big balls and as they slapped the white woman in face he wondered idly whether she was a working girl who had perfected the innocent middle-aged house wife bit to a tee or if he was truly as lucky as his fantasy said he was. No mind. Suck, suck suck, damn this is the life.

They waited and watched. Nancy was kneeling on her skirt and top. Her thong had long ago become a trophy for one of the early ones who was into that. They could tell she was tired and becoming exhausted. Sally spoke to the next in line, explaining that the cock sucker would return and he would get his, but that she had to go now as soon as she finished off the Mexican. It just didn't seem prudent to try and interrupt a Mexican in the middle of his getting his shaft sucked. Suddenly, he sucked in a big gulp himself and started breathing heavy and cursing, in a good way. Oh God, oh God, yeah bitch keep sucking you bitch. Oh shit I'm coming right down your fucking throat you fucking bitch. And he did just that. Then he pulled out and wiped it on her face and then her hair and held it for her to put it back in her mouth and give it that final little mouth washing that is so nice to get. Pants up and he was gone. The line of men, having gotten the word, were gone. Nancy had not noticed. She stayed on her knees, head bowed, waiting for the next person in line to step up and slap her on the head with his dick or grab her by her hair and pull her into place.

Sally whispered for Helga to wait for her at their table and then turned to Nancy and commanded, "Up. Come on slut, time to go. I wondered what happened to you. You were supposed to be dancing with the customers. Pausing, she stifled a giggle as Nancy struggled to her unsteady feet. How much money did you make for me? What were you charging for blow jobs, slut?" Sally was just having fun as she had arranged with Bert for this little freebie service for his customers. It would probably result in some lifetime customers for the Pink Pussy Lounge. For her part she would get Nancy in the rotation as a dancer, hooker and all-round cash cow. What Nancy would get is an education in the art of the service industry, the oldest service industry.

Nancy removed her shoes and socks and stepped into the old fashioned over sized urinals and Sally flushed the handle causing the water to flow over her. Luckily there was sufficient water pressure to almost act as a shower. Motioning her out Sally handed her a wad of paper towels and as she dried her hair and body as well as she could, Sally tossed her clothes in and flushed a few more times. She tossed the sopping thong and anklets to Nancy who rang as much water from them as possible and put them on while Sally scooped up her cum soaked clothes into a plastic bag she brought for that purpose. Finally Nancy stood there in her wet panty and socks and heels while Sally fished out her replacement clothes. Sally had thought this through and wasn't about to ruin the upholstery in her Lexus nor suffer the embarrassment of transporting a naked hooker though her own neighborhood. Sally gave her one of those little airline type bottles of gin to down and then another, just to keep the ecstasy edge on for a bit and after brushing roughly through her tangle blonde hair she pulled her through the door.