Chapter 25

Nancy quickly removed all of her clothes, and as she turned to go back to her bedroom for Sally's next instruction she was surprised to realize that Sally had followed her to the bathroom and had stayed and watched her disrobe. The lustful look on Sally's face spoke volumes. When Sally grasped the sides of her fashionable mid-thigh skirt and slowly raised the hem to her waist, Nancy fatalistically lowered herself to her knees and crawled over to kneel in front of her one time friend's musky, engorged pussy lips.

"You know what to do slut, so get to it. I want your face buried in there like only a pussy-licking cunt whore like you knows how to do," growled Sally.

With barely a whimper of protest, Nancy leaned in and extended her wet tongue into the folds of the labia of her one-time friend and now supervisor/pimp. Nancy began to lick and kiss the soft wet folds of Sally's strong-smelling cunt lips. Sally purred like a kitten and found Nancy's blonde tresses with her strong hands and wrapped the hair around her red-tipped fingers and pulled her tight and then let up. "Pressure and then release," she whispered so only she could hear. She smiled imperiously and said softly "It's good to be the queen."

She chuckled as she repeated an old line from a Woody Allen film[X1]. At least she thought it was his picture. She remembered Mel Brooks and Harvey Korman ... And, oh hell this is a great way to start the day, she decided. She had to remember to let the slut breathe. Mustn't kill the golden tongue, she chuckled and pulled her tight again. Nancy was getting so damn good at this. It was like she was born for it. Her body was fantastic and she had killer looks and her mind, well it was the kind of mind that would not hold her back in the line of work that had now been chosen for her, Sally mused.

"Once a cheerleader, always a cheerleader," she said aloud to no one in particular as her denigration of Nancy continued. She watched the seemingly adoring pussy sucker and thought back to a year or so ago when this same blonde bimbo used to sit and sip martinis with Sally and the other neighborhood ladies from time to time. Well that time was past, thought Sally as a new moment was at hand. "Unh unh oh God, OH GOD; Shit, Fuck," Sally screamed. She held her fuck toy tight for a time, murmuring and groaning quietly as she came down from the high she got from a really good orgasm.

"Mmmmmm that was wonderful my pet," Sally said as she stroked the still kneeling Nancy. "Now we must go. I have to get you some clothes suitable for your new career, girl. Get up and take a shower. You smell like pussy!" Sally laughed.

They were soon walking from Sally's car to the boutique in a neighborhood where one did not expect to find an upscale ladies wear store. And in fact, it was not upscale, but it did stock ladies wear of a type that Sally was seeking that day. Nancy's appearance was not dramatic in any way. Her make up had a little too much bright red, but she would not get stopped and questioned by those officers who protect the innocent public from working girls. Her look was that of a seventeen year old Lolita, out to get what she felt was hers for the taking. Her top and skirt were too tight and too short. Sally had raided the back of Carrie's closet to find clothes the teen was probably not wearing anymore, clothes that Nancy would only wear until her working wardrobe was purchased. The purpose of this interim wardrobe was to keep her off balance and embarrassed so that Sally would have no trouble with her.

Sally had Nancy don a short sleeved zippered white bolero top that tried helplessly to stretch to the top of her pink leather mini, leaving miles of bare white tummy. A stretchy white lycra thong, no bra at all and then a pair of lacy topped white anklets and pink four inch stiletto Mary Jane's rounded out her look, a look which ensured her some long displeased looks from the respectful female public they met along the way. By dressing her this way, Sally was saying to Nancy, "I am the better stronger woman and you will dress the way I tell you to. If you don't like that what are you gonna do about it!"

The answer, obviously, was 'nothing'.

They entered Chez Lynn's and were immediately approached by Lynn, who owned and ran the place. There were a few other customers. One was just a pimp and his number one, there to select a new look for her; after all, you have to freshen up the merchandise from time to time. Interesting enough, the other couple was female too. A young black chick was there with her girlfriend, an older white woman in her early fifties; maybe late forties. There was no question to an observer as to who was dominating. The girl directed her girlfriend, Clarice, to take this or that to the dressing room and come back and model it for her. She shook her head yea or nay and that was that; end of discussion.

Nancy immediately looked their way and watched for a bit. It was so like the relationship that she had with Helen so she watched Clarice to see if she could read her expression. Was she happy? Was she forced to obey the girl as Nancy was forced to obey Helen? Nancy briefly thought she recognized the girl, whose name she learned from the Clarice's responses, was Donna.

Nancy was brought back to the matter at hand when Sally's left hand connected with Nancy's bare butt cheek.

"Ohh!" Nancy squeaked out involuntarily as her surprised eyes met with a smirking stare from the jaded proprietor.

"Welcome to Chez Lynn, honey," rasped Lynn. Many years of dragging on V. Slims had robbed her of the ability to project any innocent qualities from her throat. It was just as well. She had no innocent qualities left anyway and maybe she never had any.

"Hi Sally, long time no chat," she said to her long time acquaintance whose interests resembled hers. "Who's your chick friend?" she continued with a smile and raised eyebrow.

"Lynn, I want you to meet a protégé of mine, so to speak. I just call her slut and others have called her worse than that. She's sometimes known as Nancy Brenner out in Brentwood," Sally continued. She watched Nancy to see her reaction.

She was not disappointed. Nancy's blue eyes expanded to the bursting point when her identity was thrown about in public. She stifled a protest, thought about it again, and then looked down in shame at being exposed in her present condition. She could bear dressing and acting the bimbo or worse, as long as there was anonymity, but Sally had purposefully shouted her name to this awful woman and her awful customers. Her face was so red it clashed with the pink leather of her skirt and a gurgling sound seemed to come from down below as all her words of protest struggled to reach the surface, only to be pushed back down from whence they came.

The two women watched the struggle and exchanged glances, while waiting to see if the hapless woman would explode or get her emotions under control. The latter was the victor and they shrugged as Sally prepared to continue explaining her reason for coming there today.

"Lynn, my slut is coming out, as it were. She has been a stay at home mommy for several years and now she needs some new clothes. First, her girlfriend and mistress are young so she needs some clothes that, well I guess you would say we are looking at high school cheerleader type here." She paused, but Lynn simply looked at her as if she had heard it all, and she probably had.

"Next," continued Sally, "she has a lucrative career ahead of her in the cocktail waitress and topless dancer arena which I am managing, and she will need some nighttime clothes. I will look at any stripper outfits that you have, but I figure I will have to go to a specialty store for that. Finally, believe it or not my girl, is going to spend some time each week in an office and she needs some office clothes that are just trampy enough but not so much that gets her ass canned.

Lynn was taking a few notes as Sally spoke, and Nancy's mouth had dropped open about halfway through Sally's explanation. 'What cocktail waitress/stripper career?' she thought in terror. She was not about to parade around in a bar full of men. Especially not where anyone might drop in and recognize her!

Sally just smiled mysteriously as she enjoyed watching Nancy learn things about what her future held, letting them slip out in dribs and drabs. It was better to let the slut absorb them one at a time in advance so she could go through all her stages of disbelief, denial, anger and then finally acceptance. That way, when the time came to shove her out on the stage or pull her into Helga's office, Nancy would not be likely to protest even a little. They had her and they knew it, but it became tedious explaining her options each time a door opened and she was shoved through to some other degrading act or situation.

Nancy had slowly closed her mouth, having accepted the fact that she would serve a bunch of drunks while wearing next to nothing and then have to take it all off for them if that is what they made her do. She would draw the line at prostitution though, that she would never do she decided. Lynn came back just as Nancy was weighing the seriousness of selling one's body, against letting one's neighbor use you as a bitch for her mongrel dog.

"Come now Missy, I haven't got all day. Take off your streetwalker clothes and try this on," insisted Lynn.

Nancy looked numbly at the teen school uniform Lynn held and asked timidly, "uh ok where do I go to change?"

"Go! There is no place to go slut. As you can see this is a small boutique and Clarice is in one dressing room and Eddy's hooker is using the other one. By process of elimination you get the large room, which is right where you stand honey," Lynn said with derision dripping from her words. She dropped the togs on a nearby table and grabbing Nancy firmly by the shoulders she turned her facing the other way and reached around under her breasts and unzipped and removed her tiny top. Lynn whisked it off in one quick move, causing her big titties to bounce up and down wildly for a second or two. Once again, Nancy was in shock which quickly turned to shame, as she saw Eddy and Donna both looking her way. Interestingly enough they both were sporting similar lustful looks as they took in the blonde bimbo being stripped in their presence.

Nancy settled her gaze on Donna as it suddenly hit her why she looked familiar. Her mother was Sabrina Jenkins who lived on the other side of town but worked in a worked as a hygienist in a nearby dental office. Nancy went to see her every six months for her cleaning but had only seen Donna the one time that Carrie brought her to their home. When she asked about her, Carrie had said she was too bossy to suit her and Helen, so they dropped her as a potential friend. Nancy could now understand that as Donna inspected the sexy lingerie that Clarice was modeling and then slapped her solidly on the ass and nodded to signal that this outfit was a keeper. She then turned to smile broadly at Nancy's scarlet red face.

Nancy felt herself getting excited as the girl continued to stare and Lynn now pulled her skirt off and accidently, or maybe on purpose, also removed her thong along with it. Standing there in anklets and heels made her feel like a tramp and she moved one hand to cover her shaven slit and the other moved to cover her hardening large pink nipples. A simple clearing of the throat by Sally was signal enough to move those hands back to her sides.

As she stood and looked straight ahead, ignoring her audience which now included both Clarice and Bubbles (the stripper), Lynn held the brief school uniform in her hands for Sally to inspect. The women were for some reason going over it in detail, mumbling and discussing fabric, measurements, cleaning etc as if they had all the time in the world.

The scene was getting charged as Donna began fondling Clarice's firm middle aged ass and possessively feeling her up while keeping an eye on Nancy's naked form. Eddy was ignoring Bubbles all together in favor of the younger and much less used Nancy, as he fantasized about putting her in his stable. Bubbles was behind him and pressing her tits in Eddy's back as even she was watching over his shoulder as Nancy continued her statue imitation. Clarice seemed to be the only one who hardly noticed Nancy as she writhed under the touch of her young mistress. She was no lesbian, and in fact a happily married woman. She would not be here today if fate had not caused her daughter to introduce her to a classmate of hers, who was African-American. She had fallen into Donna's clutches and yearned to please her as lesbians would, but there was no reciprocation offered or desired. She was a willing, if reluctant, slave to her black Goddess who was now nonchalantly exposing and pinching one nipple, then the other. Clarice was just another submissive woman who had been noticed and then acquired by another who desired ownership and domination. The fact that the dominate woman was black only fed Clarice's fetish that developed somewhere and sometime that she not even aware of.

Finally the measuring and conversation was done and Sally and Lynn glanced at Nancy and exchanged little smiles with each other as sharing an inside joke.

"Well are you going to take off those shoes and socks or what?" Lynn asked.

Coming out of her little stupor, Nancy took off her remaining vestiges of clothing. Guessing that Sally would want to make it as embarrassing as possible for her, she placed her foot up on the table to unbuckle the right Mary Jane, exposing her slit as she did. Her DD's wobbled and banged into each other with every movement, to the delight of Eddy and Donna and the chagrin of Clarice who was starting to get jealous of the other middle-aged white slut in the room. Within seconds, Nancy's feet were bare and Lynn tossed her typical white teeny anklets and then a pair of white size 7 tennies with blue stripes and two inch platform soles.

"Those will go with her J. McCain High cheer outfits as well as her uniforms and whatever other junior outfits you pick for her," Lynn said to Sally who nodded in agreement.

The three women walked over to a rack of clothing suitable for a young girl, where Sally or Lynn would pick up one or another selection and hold it up to Nancy's nude body for the other's opinion. Nancy just followed along, wearing only a red face and the new tennis shoes. Her nipples were hard and aroused from the store's air conditioning and even more so from the humiliation she was experiencing. She ignored Eddy and Bubbles but snuck looks at Donna when she felt it was safe. Donna, for her part, maintained an inviting smile on her face and plotted a way to get invited into the game. She had recognized her school mate's mother the moment she walked into the shop, despite Nancy's attire being so out of character for her.

Donna had sent Clarice back to try on a tight fitting under-breast corset which would make her look like a million bucks, but would also take a long time to get into. Donna was going to make the most of this opportunity, since she felt she had been banned from the Brenner home not just by Carrie, but by her mother as well, and she was not going to let that pass. She headed toward the three females, coming up behind Nancy and swatting her playfully but firmly on her ass, then ignored her and went up to Lynn and Sally. Nancy had twirled around in surprise, but she jumped back as the big girl went by. Donna had the look of someone who worked out and didn't take any shit from anybody.