Chapter 26

Nancy jumped up from the carpet where Donna had left her. No one had told her to stand and so she had stayed where she was. Stayed like an animal, like someone's pet dog, Nancy thought sadly as she rose to her feet. The taste of Donna's pee and her musky cunt scent seemingly a part of her own saliva now, giving her breath that she didn't want anyone to smell up close. As Lynn had a head start, Nancy was double timing it to catch up. Her big breasts were double timing it as well, flopping up and down, and then banging against each other as she hurried across the boutique floor. She tried to make a sudden stop when Lynn stopped suddenly and turned around just when she managed to catch up.

"What the fuck?" exclaimed Lynn as Nancy bumped into the surprised shop keeper. Lynn reacted automatically out of shock and brought her hand up and caught Nancy in the face with an open handed slap that was hard enough to be heard throughout the store and caused Nancy to jump back immediately.

"Watch where the hell you are going you stupid bimbo," shouted Lynn. "No slut is going to run into me in my own store. Now go back and pick up your clothes off of my shop floor, dummy. Do you think this is your own sloppy bedroom where you can just dump your trailer park trash rags wherever you take them off?" To punctuate her demands and shake the woman out of her daze, Lynn grabbed one of Nancy's tits and turned her to face the direction she had come from and slapped her on her rump. Nancy was now back to reality and started back to get her clothes. She began trotting again when Lynn started screaming at her to move her ass or risk a beating.

When she returned, she followed Lynn's instructions like a private first class would a drill sergeant, removing her tennis shoes and putting on knee high white hose followed by white patent leather knee high boots with a four inch stiletto heel. Lynn had her walk back and forth a few times, ostensibly to check their fit, but when Nancy timidly complained they were too tight Lynn informed her that she would get used to them.

Lynn was not a lesbian per se, but she swung both ways, especially if the other female was submissive like Nancy. She enjoyed watched Nancy's big jugs swing back and forth as the blushing woman paraded for her. Lynn held her hand up to stop Nancy and then pulled a tape out and measured around her chest, as if to fit her for a bra. Lynn knew she could just grab her tits and force her to endure her pawing and pinching as much as she wanted, but she enjoyed the pretense of having to make an excuse to touch her breasts and nipples. So she placed the cloth tape on her nipple and held it there with her left hand and reached around with her right hand and moved the tape to her right nipple. Nancy was not short but Lynn was a little taller and loved high heels too, so she was in a good position right behind her to lean in, and while holding the tape she softly groped and pinched Nancy's pink nipples and areoles until Nancy began to writhe and moan softly. Lynn had her mouth next to Nancy's ear and whispered, "You like a woman to play with your titties don't you slut? You are just a lezzy tramp who would suck any woman who told you to get on your knees, wouldn't you? I asked you a question, my sweet sweet bimbo. Answer me! You are a slut and a lezzy aren't you Nancy??

"Yeah, I, ah mean, yes Miss Lynn. If you say so, I guess I am." Nancy could not believe she was reacting to this crude woman who treated her with disdain, but her knees were wobbly and she felt her pussy starting to get very hot and runny. Her first thought was that she hoped Lynn would not notice her pussy juices as they started to run down her thighs. She hated that she got excited so easily and that she leaked so profusely. Nancy worried about her new boots. She hoped her juices did not run down that far. Did patent leather ruin easily? No, no only suede boots were a problem. Um, uhnn, uhnn, Lynn was still making circles with her thumb and index finger on both of her areoles. She was pinching her hardening nipples, and then pulling those nipples. The tape measure had long ago hit the floor. Nancy was now uncontrollably humping the air in front of her, bending and thrusting her big ass back into Lynn's rough tweed business suit.

"I do say so my little slut. Look at you. You need a fuck more than that whore Eddie brought in, don't you?" She twirled Nancy slowly around. "Don't you slut? Tell me you need to be fucked."

Lynn had Nancy in a close crush with her arms crossed behind the naked woman's back and her hands kneading her ass cheeks. Nancy was close to hyperventilating as Lynn's perfume threatened to stifle her breathing, and Lynn was painting Nancy's eyelids and nose and cheek and lips with her own thick long wet tongue.

Then Lynn released her, turned and walked a few feet away. Nancy slumped, grabbed around for support where there was none, and then slid to the carpet drooling in sexual ecstasy. Lynn looked down on the fallen woman with a sneer and then walked over and prodded her with her shoe, "Come on, get up you whore, we have to get you dressed."

Soon Nancy was standing before her, somewhat composed and recovered, wearing a white sheer blouse with lace strategically placed to conceal her nipples, a stretchy tight pale yellow miniskirt and her boots, of course. The orders were no lingerie of any kind, so there was none.

"Now model them for me please," Lynn demanded. Nancy walked back and forth a few times and Lynn was pleased with her selections. The boots caused Nancy's tits to jump and jiggle. Being double or triple D, they had no choice without support. The skirt showed off her bubble butt when she walked and Lynn could imagine the drooling that would occur in the executive offices at Mars Enterprises when she walked through.

"Uh, Ms. Lynn may I ask a question?" Nancy inquired.

"You just did, bimbo, : laughed Lynn. "Oh, okay go ahead, dummy," she continued after achieving the desired effect of making Nancy feel stupid and helpless.

"May I wear a pair of panties and a bra please? My breasts might bounce out of the top of this blouse and I can't bend at all without showing my pussy."

"No you may not," was all Lynn replied. To accentuate her feeling on the subject she strode the two steps over to Nancy and quickly unbuttoned the two top buttons of her blouse. "Now again, show me," she demanded.

Nancy walked away, turned and walked back toward Lynn. As she did one of her tits actually did bounce up and out of the top. Nancy looked up at Lynn in horror but continued until she stood right in front of her tormentor. Lynn laughed and said with a sneer, "That should get you a raise, don't you think?" Nancy stood quietly and Lynn stuffed her tit back in and redid the lowest button saying, "There now you are ready I think; just one more test."

Lynn sharply grasped Nancy's elbow with thumb and finger and pulled her into Lynn's executive office. Sitting behind the desk was a dark haired and dark skinned distinguished looking woman wearing a dark pin-striped jacket. Nancy at first took her to be Lynn's boss and stepped forward, intending to plead her case for some lingerie to lessen the embarrassment she was sure would follow if she had to go on job interviews dressed in this way. She stopped short as she got a better look at the woman. She didn't know where she knew her from, but she knew her.

Lynn was laughing nastily now as she said, "Nancy I would like you to meet your prospective new boss. And Bubbles, I want to introduce Nancy, the bimbo I was telling you about who needs a job in the worst way."

As total recognition flooded Nancy's face, Bubbles and Lynn looked at each other and burst out laughing. Then Bubbles rose and shook Nancy's hand. She had to grab it as it hung by Nancy's side. Nancy was almost in shock. It was bad enough to do the bidding of her own daughter and all the other dominant women that had been brought in the assist in her transformation, but "Bubbles" was a whore. She earned a living by fucking all kinds of men she didn't know to make her pimp rich. She was a WHORE!

Bubbles was grinning and laughing as she pulled Nancy in closer and around her desk. This was the easiest money she would earn all day. "Come here honey; let's see what your qualifications for the job are. Did my assistant tell you what your duties will be?" Bubbles burbled at Nancy.

"Uh, no Ms. uh," stammered Nancy.

"You all can call me Bubbles, honey. Miss Bubbles. Ha ha ha," Bubbles continued.

Then curiously Bubbles, or Miss Bubbles that was, pulled Nancy completely around the desk until she was standing right next to the high-back faux-leather chair that Lynn loved. Pushing down on both her shoulders Bubbles soon had Nancy on her knees. "Now you just crawl under my desk honey and I will show you what your duties will be," crowed Bubbles. And if you are a good little girl and make Miss Bubbles happy, well I will give you that fucking that Lynn says you need. Or if you prefer we can bring Eddie in for that. Its up to your Mistress anyway isn't it?" added Bubbles, looking to Lynn who was enjoying the show immensely.