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Girls' Nightmare Out
Rogue Alan
11/0-9/02, revision 2/03
(tattoo/piercing; cheat; stranger; interracial; gang bang; exhibitionism; anal;
prostitution; bondage; lesbianism; mind control; rape)
Part 13
Melissa was lying flat on her back, her legs spread, and crotch pointed at the
door when Tom walked in. Kathy was sitting up, and moved to cover herself,
which prompted her friend to sit up on her elbows, examining their visitor.
"Damn girl," Tom chided playfully. "No wonder you two are done so fast, if
that's the way you're greeting them."
Melissa offered a pinched smile, as if she were aware that what she was doing
was horribly wrong, but was somehow becoming used to it, and shrugged as an
answer. "The faster we work, the faster we're free, right?"
Tom bobbed his head in acknowledgment, reminding himself that the pair was
still new enough, that they were trying to do the 'necessary' tricks in some
amazingly record short time, another six months, and neither would likely
remember that there was a goal. Of course, the trick was to keep them from
spiraling into drug use, and loose all of their caution, he'd lost too many
'wholesome' white housewives to the crack pipe, to take anything for granted.
That was what scared him about Michael's plan, was that it risked creating a
stable full of junkie whores. Michael had sworn up and down that it wasn't
that at all, he kept babbling about conditioning, and insisting that the sex
would be all that they got hooked on. Looking at the women, neither of whom
looked more satisfied, having taken a variety of cocks in their cunts in the
past two hours, Tom doubted his partner's claim.
"Well like I said, you're 'free' for lunch, now."
Melissa looked like she wanted to say something, but shrugged again and nodded,
after a hesitation.
Tom chose to ignore it, and continued, "Get dressed. I'm taking you two to
lunch."
The women moved obediently, if not eagerly at that, the worry clearly on their
faces.
"Relax ladies," he began, "we're doing bar-b-que downtown. There's very little
chance that you'll see anyone that you know." he smiled broadly at that, "and
I promise that I won't be pawing you in public. Maybe after lunch." offering
them a leer and raised eyebrows, "But I can't promise you that I'll want a
little dessert, being so full and all."
He watched as the women finished putting themselves in order to join him.
Neither bothered to dress or cover up, as they passed him on the way to the
bathroom, and he smiled at how quickly they'd gotten used to being his. The
make-up took a few moments, each touching up their garish lipstick and gaudy
eye shadow. He would have asked otherwise, but he didn't want to interrupt the
ritual that he knew that they must now associate with being whores.
Finished, it took each only moments to dress, a benefit of wearing skimpy
clothes. He wolf whistled when they were ready and standing before him in their
revealing dresses and spiked heels. These were definitely two hot housewives,
enough so that he had actually considered just keeping them to himself for an
hour or three. But he had a meeting to keep with Mike, and he was intrigued
about whether Kathy had been as 'conditioned' as the man had claimed.
The women climbed into his Seville quickly, through the driver's door. Kathy
going first, which left the petite blonde closer to him. That was fine,
considering that he expected to be inside of her in a short time. Before they
even pulled out of the underground parking lot, his hand was firmly planted
between her slightly spread thighs, with two of his fingers working into her
responsive cunt. Melissa let her head drop back, lolling slightly against his
shoulder, a faint smile on her lips, and her nipples tenting her dress.
The drive to Gates took only a few minutes, the Caddy rolling through green
lights, slowing as he pointed out Bazooka's to the girls. The 'juice bar' was
a local business that he found invaluable. The occasional reticent housewife,
faced with the choice of tricking with total strangers, or dancing where her
husband's friends might see her, invariably chose working on her back. Never
mind that he didn't know the owner of the place, or that the girls dancing
there were generally younger, and eager to sell themselves. His girls didn't
know enough about the sex scene, when he was breaking them in, to consider it
might be a bluff.
The car zipped past Crown Center, and the recently rebuilt Union Station,
places where the women might have spent the day shopping, had they not fallen
victim to his trap. He continued south on Main, to the little barbecue shop
near the site Bazookas had once stood. Inside, the weekend crowd was lighter
than the workday rush, and true to his word, the clientele were the locals, he
could count on one hand the number of white diners, and certainly none who
might know his women in their 'other' lives.
Tom smiled at the shouted 'Hi may I help you?' greeting, that was part of the
restaurant's charm. After a brief wait in line, he ordered for them and himself,
then paused at the condiment bar to collect the requisite combination of sauces,
while the women carried the trays at his direction. Fans turned silently
overhead, linked together by a long leather strap that snaked back to a single
motor in another room.
He led them to the northwest room, which was separated from the main dining
area, but retained a view of the city. The women followed docilely, trying not
to see anyone, and not to be noticed. The girl at the checkout counter had
popped her gum, eyeing them critically, but saying nothing. Tom enjoyed the
responses of the people they passed, looking around to watch the fun. Almost
universally, the women cast envious and/or venomous glares, and often turned
to strike their men, who were surreptitiously trying to ogle the beauties.
Kathy's entire manner shifted though, when she saw who was seated at a table
in their chosen room. Even from three steps ahead of her, Tom heard the
brunette's breath catch. He looked back, expecting that she'd look stricken or
scared. Instead, her eyes were heavy lidded. Her teeth indented her lower lip
slightly, and she held a hand in front of her crotch, pressing hard against it.
Melissa eyed her friend as if she'd gone crazy, but Michael stood before the
blonde could react, moving forward and ignoring Kathy completely, asking Tom
to introduce him to Melissa. Tom did, going along with the other man's charade.
Kathy was still standing in the doorway, and Tom had to physically move her to
the table. He waited for some indication from Michael, who quickly sat Melissa
on his right side, then suggested Tom have Kathy sit between them on the other
side. He still hadn't so much as looked at the brunette.
"You're gorgeous!" he enthused, staring intently at Melissa, while Tom
distributed the food. She smiled hesitantly, looking toward her friend, who
was sitting ramrod straight, chest moving with her short, rapid breaths. Kathy
hadn't taken her eyes off of Michael, and didn't seem aware that anyone else
was even present. For several moments, Michael talked with Tom in generalities
about 'business', going on about how glad he'd been to be able to work with
Tom and 'his ladies', and insisting the job must be the best.
"I mean, who wouldn't want their choice of gorgeous women ready to ball you or
suck you off, or do whatever else you wanted them to do, man?" he looked around
conspiratorially, "I guess it's a good thing that we're alone back here, eh?"
Tom just nodded, he was amazed at the way Kathy was behaving. But it was just
the beginning. Michael's meal was almost finished, and he waved at the food
before Melissa and Tom.
"Go ahead and eat. I'll find some way to keep myself busy." he suggested.
As they did, while listening to Michael go on about the other people he'd met
at the clinic, Tom watched Kathy out of the corner of his eye. She still hadn't
touched her food, and seemed barely aware of anything but the man on her
left side. Abruptly Michael changed tack. He turned to the brunette.
"My, but aren't you fine. We've met before, haven't we?"
Kathy managed a slight nod.
"Damn right we have, I'd never forget an ass like that. You're just too hot for
any one man, aren't you?"
Another brief nod, her teeth digging into her lower lip again.
"I'll bet that you want to do it right here, you're so hot, don't you?"
Tom managed not to choke, when Kathy nodded yet again, without so much as
glancing at him, and Melissa gasped audibly.
"Then go at it, baby. Why don't you suck me off, while our friends here eat.
We'll get a doggie bag for your food."
Tom stared at Michael in amazement. That was too much, there was no way even a
housewife that Tom had worked completely into her role in his stable would do
something so blatant in public. But even as he told himself that it was
impossible, Kathy shifted around. He leaned back in amazement, as the brunette
unhesitatingly dropped to her knees, ducking under the table. There was an
audible 'zip', and a moment later Michael was leaning back, with one hand on
the woman's head, as she offered him a fervent blow job. The wet slurping and
sucking noise seemed to fill the room, and Tom self-consciously checked to be
sure that no one else had noticed.
Melissa was still staring at the vacant spot where her friend had been. Her
eyes searched the restaurant as Tom's were, and finally coming to rest on her
pimp. He saw the hint of fear in her eyes, asking what had happened to her
friend, and if she'd have to join her. Tom shrugged minutely, then pointedly
resumed eating. Melissa grudgingly followed suit, her body tensing each time
Michael made a low compliment or request, or whenever they heard the low moans
Kathy was making.
A few minutes passed, and then Michael grabbed the table, thrusting against
Kathy's bobbing head and cuming noisily, loudly telling her to 'swallow it all',
and asking 'doesn't that taste good?' The muffled response to the question, an
obvious assent, startled Tom and Melissa alike. Kathy cleaned him dutifully,
zipped him up, then resumed her seat. Her eyes were only for the man she'd
just eagerly blown in public, not caring if anyone else had seen her doing it
or not. She sat at the side of her chair leaning close to Michael, shivering
visibly when he set a hand on her thigh.
Tom had already decided the man's 'mix' would have a definite use for his
business. The question was whether it was too strong. He had a sudden image of
Kathy hanging onto Michael's leg, and refusing to go back to her husband. Or
worse, refusing to turn a trick without him being present. But he'd satisfied
Hiram's paid demand for the woman, and had realized not one, but a pair of new
recruits who'd been turning tricks for nearly three months, and had
successfully tested a new drug combination with her, so even if she proved
useless as a 'married white whore', after Michael's little experiment, he
couldn't complain.
Melissa excused herself to go to the ladies room, clutching her small handbag,
and waiting uselessly for a moment for Kathy to join her. She was gone for
several minutes, long enough Tom imagined that she might have been getting
herself off, to alleviate what she'd likely begun to feel, while watching her
friend throw herself so fully into the role he'd forced them to assume.
Instead, Melissa had choked down all three of the airline sized bottles of
Jack Daniel's that she'd sequestered in her purse that morning. She'd hoped to
keep them for later in the week, and had meant to stash them in various nooks
and hidey-holes in her home and at work. What she'd just seen though, had cut
through what buzz that lingered from her earlier binge. She couldn't believe
Kathy had done it so calmly. She was still afraid Tom would demand similar
treatment from her, and while she'd been more than a little aroused at the
thought of being with him during the drive over, the idea that she might be
asked to be a whore in public, made her sick to her stomach.
The nausea eased, as the alcohol quickly blurred the edges once more. She
checked her make-up, popped a pair of tic-tacs, chewing the tiny candies in
her haste, and returned to the table, after carefully tucking the empty bottles
into the trash. She tried to make a mental note to pick up more on her way
home, the liquor stores would be closed the next day, and she didn't want to
be caught short.
Kathy's behavior didn't change during the rest of the meal. She hung onto
Michael's every word, and seemed to hunger for his touch, yet she didn't act
out or seem possessive or jealous. When Tom suggested that they head back to
the hotel for a more 'friendly' discussion, Michael smiled and agreed, then
suggested that he drive Melissa back, while Tom returned with Kathy. Tom
realized that it was a demonstration of how much power he had over the brunette,
and was impressed when Kathy simply nodded, making no effort to argue, and
smiling serenely rather than pouting.
In fact, the moment that Michael was out of her sight, it was as if nothing
had happened. Kathy was as obedient as she'd been since agreeing to Tom's terms,
but the reserve crashed back into place. She was almost frigid, compared to
what he'd seen at lunch. Most amazingly though, was that she seemed unaware
that her behavior had been any different before. Tom told her to lean against
him and she did, submitting to his caresses and attention, but remaining
distant. Tom found himself wanting her to react as she had for Michael, and
wondered if that total unconscious devotion could be shifted from person to
person.
He stopped himself from working her up manually, interested in how quickly
she'd be ready to fuck from a 'standing start', when she saw Michael again.
There were a number of things that he needed to check, before he bought into
his partner's idea of a 'pharmacologic leash', but there was so much potential
already, that it wouldn't be easy to keep an open mind. Open pants however,
was a different story. Tom smiled, as he considered the sort of 'research' he
was about to do.
