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DRESS3 sucking and licking her toes

"Playing Dress-Up" (Part 3 of 3)

By Orestes

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It was a god awful hot summer day, and if circumstances

were different, I would've been enjoying it by the side

of the pool. Maybe I would've gossiped with the other

women about the latest humiliations that Rebecca

Mitchell had inflicted on some poor neighbour of ours.

And it would have been funny...

... if it weren't for the fact that Maxine and I were

now the subjects of this gossip.

There was no way to know how much of the story Rebecca

or her sons had told to our neighbours. They probably

wouldn't know the whole story. I doubt that anyone ever

did. There might be rumours about my 'date' with her

son, Eric, but I hoped that the details hadn't been

filled in. Maybe the neighbours had seen the way that

Maxine and I, each in turn, had come to Rebecca

Mitchell's condo just the previous evening, with the

look of surrender on our faces.

And maybe the neighbours had seen Maxine walk with

downcast eyes to the condo of Rebecca's older son,

Eddie, while I remained anxiously behind, serving the

queen her tea and rubbing her feet like a goddamned

servant. But no one could know what went on between

Eddie, his friends, and Maxine.

Not even I knew the details.

She came home smelling of beer, and piss, and unable to

express the degradations they had inflicted on her. I

could imagine the taunts as she revealed her almost

middle-aged body to them. I could almost hear their

laughter at the sag of her breasts, and the little

extra flab on her rear end. They must have been

merciless to her. I could see it in her eyes.

More than any of that, it was the unspoken damage to

our relationship that kept us in painful silence. The

secrets we had guarded so closely were falling away,

and even with all of the love we felt for each other,

we couldn't stash all of the secrets back into a paper

bag in the bedroom closet.

Rebecca was closing in on the truth, and there was only

one shot out of this whole ugly mess...

Kristina.

My last friend Kristina, was the only person around

here who Rebecca Mitchell paid any grudging respect to.

In a perverse way, Kristina probably considered her

and Rebecca friends, although I think she's kidding

herself a bit. I didn't doubt Kristina would use all

her skills to try and bail me out , the question was,

how much slack Rebecca would cut her when It came to

me. Even Rebecca praised Kristina's merciless

negotiator instincts, and I'd heard Rebecca brag that

Kristina made sure never found herself on the losing

end of a deal.

Tonight, she was going over Rebecca's on our behalf.

That was my last hope. Kristina.

If Rebecca Mitchell would leave us alone, and let us

repair our crumbling relationship, I'd call what she'd

done to me and Max even.

*****

The phone call came while Maxine was having a nap. It

had been over an hour since I saw Kristina crossing the

complex to visit with Rebecca Mitchell. I waited

anxiously for her to emerge, but she didn't come out.

Instead, the phone rang.

" Hello, " I said quietly, trying not to wake Maxine

up.

" Hi... it's me, " it was Rebecca's voice. " Look,

maybe you'd better come over. I think we can work

things out. "

The tone of her voice was unreadable. It was almost

like she was whispering, and I couldn't tell if she was

actually in a mood to forgive and forget.

This was it. I closed the door quietly as I left our

condo, and began the walk to Rebecca's place. Across

the wide courtyard and from the patios surrounding the

pool, I could feel the eyes of the community following

me. Twice before, I had taken this humiliating walk to

beg Rebecca's mercy.

I'd been as humble as I could. I called her Mrs.

Mitchell. I accepted her little verbal jabs without

protest. I had even spent the greater part of our last

visit together gently sucking and licking at her toes,

hoping to distract her from her purpose.

Now I stood at her doorway again, and found it slightly

open.

I heard a voice coming from inside. I quietly walked

in, my breath quickening. I heard the voice again,

coming from the living room, and realized it was a bit

muffled. It sounded like Kristina's, but I wasn't sure.

I swallowed dryly as I stepped into the living room.

Nothing could have prepared me for the scene inside.

It definitely *was* was Kristina's muffled voice, but I

couldn't see her. Rebecca was fully dressed but the

atmosphere made me feel I was walking in on someone

having sex.

Even the lights were dimmed, and it took my eyes a

moment to adjust.

I could see Rebecca was sitting on something, but I

couldn't see what. Rebecca raised a finger to her lips

for me to remain silent, and shared a conspiratorial

smile I didn't return as Kristina prattled on, I now

realized, located somewhere behind Rebecca. It wasn't

the tone of a confident skilled negotiator, but the

private intimate tone of someone desperately working to

please another.

Rebecca moved slightly to one said, and I finally saw

Kristina. She held a ridiculous position, crouched on

her feet, with her arms held rigid at her side, her

body forming a human stool for Rebecca to sit on.

Kristina, the stool, was totally nude, except for her

large black glasses, which looked even more ridiculous

on the embarrassed negotiator than they normally did.

Kristina's glasses were more than a little fogged up as

she grunted from her new position, sweat tickling her

chin from the strain of keeping this unnatural

position.

All the colour drained from her face looked over and

saw me there for the first time. The word betrayal

didn't even come close as Kristina's eyes went wide,

her mind desperately wondering how long I'd been

standing there. How much I'd heard. How deeply she'd

fucked me.

I looked over to the older woman. Then to Paula. What

the heck was Paula doing over here too? Apparently,

just standing at attention in the darkness of the far

hallway, wearing the silly little uniform that for

some reason always made me blush. She didn't look me in

the eye.

I could tell by the look in her eyes, Kristina was

revealing the sordid details of my inner most private

secrets with Maxine. Kristina was using them to curry

favour with the older woman, the same way she'd

revealed Paula's secrets to me, I numbly realised.

Now that she had savoured the betrayed look on my face,

the complete sense of despair, Rebecca was ready to

reveal the rest of her game. She spoke to me as she

started to unfasten her pants.

" Crystal, I know this couldn't have been your idea, to

send poor Kristina here on your behalf. No, you know

better than that. She must have decided to come

herself. "

We were all just silly little toys to Rebecca. Fuck.

Three grown women, all under her command. The one I had

trusted to defend me was lowest of all, displaying her

body in a position that just screamed of submission.

Servitude.

" No, my dear Crystal, " Rebecca continued. " After the

way you salivated on my toes last night, on your knees,

while my son abused your lover... well, I just know

that *you* wouldn't be stupid enough to ask Kristina to

intervene. "

A moment of doubt came. Maybe, Kristina was in the same

boat as Paula and I.

I couldn't, wouldn't, believe she'd do this to me

voluntarily. Yes, she was a bit two faced when with

Rebecca, but so was I when savouring details of Paula's

humiliation. It's so easy to do when the focus is on

someone else. Why was Kristina just kneeling there like

that? I winced at my embarrassed friend as we exchanged

an awkward glances. What the hell could Rebecca

possibly have on her ?

Rebecca was wearing a smart business suit today. I

watched impotently as the grey trousers dropped down

her long legs.

" I thought you might appreciate watching this, little

Crystal. After all, you are a lesbian, aren't you ?

It's a shame that poor Kristina isn't, but I'm sure

she'll do her best. "

I was aware of my own heavy breathing. Yes, I'm a

lesbian. On top of that, in reading the stories I wrote

on the internet, Rebecca must have known about my

arousal at humiliation. It was like she planned this

whole thing around my own kinks, and now I was having a

hard time controlling my excitement.

Kristina's body was so amazing. I couldn't tell you how

many times I had imagined what it would be like to take

a lover like her. My own age. Sexy. Confident.

Now I stood by while Rebecca Mitchell squirmed out of

her silky panties, and positioned herself over

Kristina's face, guiding her to the floor, on her

back. Rebecca knelt down, her knees aside Kristina's

shoulders. Like everything was for Rebecca, this was

just a display of power. She watched me for reaction as

she lowered her crotch onto my friend's face.

I was shaking despite myself. I don't know what aroused

me the most. It could have been the thought of being in

Rebecca's position, with lovely Kristina at her mercy.

Maybe it was the thought of Paula Brooks, standing At

attention in her silly little uniform. Or maybe...

maybe I imagined myself in Kristina's position...

... under Rebecca. Serving her the way I knew I could.

The thought burned through my body, and I could barely

stop myself from rubbing my crotch while I watched the

scene unfold.

Sweet victory this must have been for Rebecca, to

defeat me so completely, and yet know that I couldn't

control my arousal at the twisted scene she had

engineered.

" She's really not bad for a straight girl... one might

even think she had a little experience. Have you been

giving her some lesson, Crystal ? "

Yes, this was all directed at me. Rebecca Mitchell

watched me with that same cold, amused expression she

had given me when I had been at her feet, rubbing and

licking her toes. Her toes had squirmed in my mouth.

Only now, it was Kristina doing the licking, and me

doing the squirming as I watched.

" But truly, Crystal, you should be thanking your

friend. In her misguided attempt to defend you, she

revealed all of your little secrets to me. Now that I

understand your... uh... problems, I feel obligated to

help guide you to a healthier lifestyle. You're going

to be so much happier once I'm calling the shots. "

The mixture of emotions was bubbling in my chest. I

felt betrayed. I had trusted Kristina with every awful

little secret, and I could see in Rebecca's eyes that

she now knew them all. She was amused, and smug, and

oh so condescending. She had all of the power. I feared

her, and hated her, and in a strange way, I needed

her...

... like I had felt about Maxine.

And blending all of these intense emotions was the

underlying, uncontrollable arousal of the scene before

me. Rebecca had read my stories, and she knew every

little twist that would make my pussy tingle.

Like the cruel little twist she gave to Kristina's

swollen nipples, as she ground her body into my

friend's face, and rode her like a cowgirl. Kristina

let out a little gasp of pain that almost made me feel

good, given her betrayal of my trust. As if reading my

thoughts, Rebecca continued to stretch and pinch

Kristina's breasts as she told me what was revealed.

" Mmmm... yes. She told me all about Maxine's little

fantasies about younger women... how she goes after

little girls in their teens, when they're most

vulnerable to her sick lesbian advances. "

I wanted to argue, to scream. I wanted to spit on her

for talking like that about Max like that. What gave

them the right to judge? That what I wanted to do,

furious at her words, but I just kept listening to her

cruel words.

" Then she told me all about little retarded Lucy, who

Maxine abused when she was her teacher. My goodness,

even I was surprised by that. Imagine the scandal... a

teacher in a special education class takes advantage of

a young girl with mental problems. "

No... it wasn't like that. Lucy was smart. Aggressive.

She just had a speech problem. A little stutter. A

lisp. The way she was making it seem was sick and

perverted I swore to myself I wouldn't listen to one

second more...

" But that isn't the end of it, is it, my poor little

Crystal ? No. She makes you do such dirty little

things. "

Shut up, Rebecca. I silently fumed.

" You can deny it all you want, but your face tells me

everything. Don't fight it. For her little schoolgirl

fantasies, she carefully and compulsively makes you

wear this poor retarded little Lucy's school clothes.

She makes you act like.... "

"....a little retard, doesn't she ?"

Her eyes bored into me, but I looked away.

" How does that make you feel crystal? That's not what

Kristina tells me is the worst of it. Playing dress-up.

I mean, sure, that's kinda sick, humiliating and

demeaning. Who wouldn't feel like garbage after you've

sat there dressed like a joke while she tries to

visualize you were....a little retarded girl. That's

what you don't stack up against, isn't it Crystal ? I

mean, knowing your fat dyke girlfriend can only buck

through her orgasm like a pig if it's lispy little Lucy

lapping at her fat old clit. She clearly can't even

visualize you out of the picture anymore, can she? She

may as well put a bag over you face, paint a zero

across you, ask you to just step aside...

while she lets you know who she'd really rather be

with, love, touch, abuse,

or grind her fat ass into the face of, isn't that right

princess? "

I stood there in shock, dripping wet and angry as hell.

" uh....yeah...." I whispered as the blood flooded my

face.

" So, my brave little girl is gonna tell that mean old

pedophile bitch to get the fuck out of town before I

post last nights photos of her being my son and step-

daughter's human toilet last night all over the

complex. If that doesn't work, my little girl will

threaten to file criminal charges against her. My cute

little victim is going to go home and deliver these

threats, because she knows deep inside what a filthy

rotten pig her abuser was. My little girl do that for

Rebecca, won't she ? "

" Yes, ma' am. " I said, tasting the bitterly honest

words in my mouth.

My eyes went from Rebecca as she rocked back and forth,

to the woman beneath her. God, I hated Kristina at

that moment. Every little whimper of anguish she let

out was music to me. I became engrossed in the way she

gasped to get air as Rebecca pushed herself roughly

onto her smeared and blotchy looking face. I welcomed

the image of Kristina's unnecessarily large glasses

foggy and painfully bent downwards under the force of

Rebecca's thighs..

" But don't worry, dear. I'm taking care of you now. I

won't let Maxine touch you like that ever again. A

little girl like my Crystal need a grown lady's help,

doesn't she ?"

" Yes ma'am, " I repeated, my face on fire. What choice

did I have, since I knew I'd never be able to look at

Max the same way again, even if I still lived her ?

Besides, the way she made it sound...

" Good. I'll do you both a favour, " she paused to

groan, as Kristina worked hard to bring her to orgasm.

"Maxine will land on her feet. She will, of course,

never be allowed to come back here. I couldn't, in good

conscience, allow her to stay around the young

neighbourhood girls... what, with her appetites..."

I wanted to cry, but she was watching me, and I just

couldn't. I didn't know Who I hated more, her for

making Maxine sound like some sort of monster, or

myself for no longer protesting.

" I don't suppose you'll be able to handle the condo

payments alone. No matter. I'll see that the condo

board buys back your unit, at a suitable depreciation.

"

The mention of money seemed to bring her closer to

orgasm. She paused in her little speech as she

concentrated on her impending climax. Rebecca closed

her eyes. I watched dumbly, unable to look away.

" As for you, my dear. I feel a special bond with you.

I'm going to have to make sure that you're taken good

care of. "

Her body began to shake, and for some reason, in that

moment, I desperately envied Kristina's position. It

just would have seemed more fitting.

" Oh, god, yes... my dear... I'll keep you very close

indeed. "

*****

Everything changed so quickly. I wasn't even around

when Maxine moved out of the complex.

I was having tea with Rebecca, and she was giving me

the same satisfied smile she had given on the first day

I had come to her doorway. I tried to smile and chat

while Paula served us, but I couldn't get Maxine out of

my head, or her expression when I told her.

We might not have been able to repair our relationship

anyhow, I tried to convince myself. There was just so

much emotional baggage tied up in our secret life

together.

Besides, Rebecca would have torn her apart. I was

buying Maxine her freedom. That was all that I could do

with my love for her. I tried to think that, I really

did, but I knew otherwise. I knew I was full of shit,

just like Paula.

I told myself I had to do was stay behind, and play

Rebecca's little power games. That I had no choice. It

freed me to know I was a victim yet again, only this

time to the games of another woman. And god, she knew

how to play them.

She knew the perverse thrill and revenge I'd taken

seeing Kristina gasping for breath after Rebecca rode

her face. Her hair had been plastered tot he side of

her head, and her face was slick with Rebecca's juices.

As she sat up, her glasses tumbled off, so bent were

they by the violence of the ride.

She also seemed to feel my eyes flash brightly while

watching her inflict her little indignities on Paula,

who seemed to be around her house on a nearly full-time

basis, looking miserable in her silly little uniform.

Today she had even denied her servant permission to use

the washroom, and I could see in Paula's face how hard

she was trying not to pee herself while we drank our

tea.

I dawdled a while, sipping my tea as slowly as I could.

I know it's cruel. Paula's eyes were pleading.

But it's what Rebecca expected, and I was playing her

game now. Paula let out a little whimper as she finally

lost control, and streams of urine began to dribble

down her bare legs.

Part of me winced at my poor neighbour in sympathy, but

we chuckled as we finished our tea nonetheless,

grateful to be even one step up the ladder.

That was the game. Right now, I was on Rebecca's good

side. As much as I resented her new role for me that I

was just a poor, stupid victim of Maxine's sexual

appetites, I was desperate to stay in her favour as

long as I could.

Even Kristina was back in her good books. Sure, she

would have to do a lot of sucking up to regain her

position at Rebecca's right hand, but it was all about

the struggle. This was the part that Rebecca liked

most. She wanted the other women to play against each

other for her favour.

I'm ashamed to admit it...

... almost more ashamed than I was about...

...well, you know...

... but I'm even *jealous* of Kristina when I see her

together with Rebecca.

They laugh together, and I can't help but think that

it's about me. Maybe Kristina is sharing more details.

Like the way I had begun to lisp from arousal when I

told her about our sick sex games.

She was probably telling Rebecca that I *like* playing

the part of Lucy.

God, I'm jealous of the easy way she talks to Rebecca.

Like, despite everything, she's still just a step or

two above me in Rebecca's eyes.

And, worst of all, in my disturbing little sexual

fantasies, I'm even jealous of the way that Rebecca had

chosen to let Kristina lick her that day. I could do

better. I know I could. It's stupid, but I just wanted

to do anything I could to get Rebecca on my side. I'd

be a great little brown nose. Really I would, I heard

myself thinking.

About a week later, after staying in Rebecca's guest

room, with Paula cleaning up after me, I finally

learned her plans for me. To keep me close.

" I really think you need a healthy, long-term

relationship, my dear. Wouldn't you agree ?"

" Yes. " As if there were any other answer.

" Something a little more traditional. Yes, that's the

word. Traditional. "

There was a cruel gleam in her eye. I waited for the

blow.

" I talked to Eric, and he says he's willing to give

you another try. You see, my dear, I always have to

look out for my sons. It's about time that Eric settles

down a bit. I've even talked to him about looking for a

nice, steady girl to marry. "

Marry ? I tried not to reveal my distaste for her son.

" Of course, nothing changes overnight, my dear. I

expect he'll still be getting something extra on the

side. Even my older boy, Eddie, does some of that. But

the goal is stability. If he has a nice girl at home,

who is always willing to please, I'm sure he'll be much

happier for it. "

I tried to hold back my tears.

" But, Mrs. Mitchell, I'm a..."

" lesbian ? Nonsense. After you have a couple of

children, you'll know that it was all a mistake. Don't

worry, my dear. I'll take good care of you. "

Why did that please me so much ? Being under her thumb?

" Things will be wonderful between us. Think about it,

my lovely girl. You'll be family to me. You can come to

me for anything. Why, I'll be your mother-in-law. Over

time, I'll teach you what it means to be a good

daughter-in-law. Now come and give me a hug. "

She was flushing away my sexual identity, but more

than that, I was losing that part of myself that was

different, independent, intelligent, passionate. I 'd

learn to hate and fear that part of myself, and push

it away forever. The old Crystal cringed inside as I

pitifully fell into her arms.

It felt so good to hide in something. To regress. To go

back to ignorance. It was the feeling of sexual

deviant self hatred in exchange for motherly approval.

I tried to hold onto that feeling for as long as I

could. This was my way onto her good side, maybe even

permanently. Maxine would be washed away forever.

And so I became a sperm receptacle for her son. I mean,

there's no delicate way to put it. Rebecca wouldn't

give me permission to go on birth control, and Eric had

me pleasing him at least twice a day. I tried to get

him off with my mouth a lot of the time, or let him cum

on my face or tits. But at night, just before he went

to sleep, he liked to climb on top of me, and fill me

up with his seed.

The irony wasn't lost on me.

For, deep in the middle of the night, at 3: am, when

all was still, I'd know. I'd know who I really was,

and how I'd betrayed every personal and social Idea I

believed in just so some creep could use me as a sperm

ash try. Yes, I could pretend, fight it, deny, cry,

hate, scream, or just plain glaze over in denial,

but...

I was a dyke.

Eric's dyke.

My whole fantasy life was filled with images of Lucy,

and Maxine. Sometimes I fantasized about Kristina. Or

Paula, in her uniform. And humiliation. Lots of

humiliation. From Rebecca, or Maxine, or whoever.

In reality, and more humiliating that any of my

fantasies, I was just a silly little fuck toy Rebecca's

immature, piggish son. Eventually, he'd get me

pregnant, and then I'd have to marry the stranger who

pumped his seed into me every week.

Even when we weren't having sex, life with Eric was a

fucking nightmare. I'd work a full day, and come home

to make dinner for him. No matter how much I cleaned up

after him, the condo was still a mess. The idea of

having kids in this place made me sick.

Then I'd just disappear, like Eddie's wife had, into a

life of domestic chores, and pleasing my man. No one

really knew Amy. She didn't have any opinions. She was

little more than a household appliance.

So when Eric brought some friends home on a Saturday

night, a few weeks after I moved in, I wasn't in the

mood for his shit. So far, I had held my tongue, hoping

to stay on Rebecca's good side. But this was too much.

" Hey babe, I'd like you to meet Randy, Frank, and

Kevin. And this is Kevin's girlfriend, Trish. I figured

we'd have a little fun tonight. I told Frankie how good

you're getting at blow jobs. And Trish won't let Kevin

do her in the ass, so I told him that he could do you.

She just wanted to watch. "

I'd been holding my temper so long, that I just let him

have it.

" No fucking way, you horrible little pig. There's no

fucking way I'm letting you share me with your friends.

You can give Frankie a goddamned blow job yourself, if

you're so fucking eager to get him off. There's no

fucking way that your mom would let this happen. "

Then I was out of there. On my way to Rebecca's. She

had told me "you can come to me for anything," and I

was ready to cash in. This was too fucking much.

I pounded on Rebecca's door, and was surprised that

Paula answered. Normally, she would have been home with

her family in the evenings. There were other voices

from inside too. When I stepped in, I found that

Rebecca had quite a few guests.

Their eyes fell on me as I entered the room. They were

the women of the neighbourhood. There were nearly a

dozen women here.

My face went red. I had tried to avoid most of my

neighbours recently. After all, they had heard the

rumours. They knew that Maxine had moved away. They all

knew that I was living with Eric now. What they must

have thought of me...

" Hello Crystal, " Rebecca greeted me. " We were just

taking about you. "

I flushed further as the women around the room laughed.

Even Kristina was laughing. All of these women were

above me in Rebecca's little hierarchy. I could feel

it.

" I just got a call from Eric. He told me you might be

on your way. "

I didn't know what to say.

" Can I... uh... t-talk to you in private ?"

The women laughed at my involuntary stutter. God... how

much did they know ?

" No, my dear. I'm entertaining. We can talk right

here. "

Tears began to well up in the corner of my eyes.

Rebecca looked so predatory right now. She was in her

element.

" I... um... " I couldn't keep from stammering. All of

these women were making me nervous, and they were just

waiting for me to screw up. " I need you to t-talk to

Eric for me. "

" My poor stupid thing... I already told you that I

just talked to him. He said that he wanted you to help

him entertain some friends. Is that too much to ask ?"

I looked around the room. Why was no one stopping her ?

" B-but, he want's me to have s-sex with them. "

I can't believe I said that in front of all the other

women.

There was a long moment of silence, broken with a few

chuckles from around the room. Rebecca finally spoke.

" I'll tell you what, my dear. If you're a good girl

tonight, I'll talk to Eric for you. How's that ? Why

don't you go to the upstairs washroom and get cleaned

up a bit..."

" But I..."

" No arguements. Get freshened up a bit, Then you can

come down and socialize. "

I felt like I was walking into an ambush. Slowly, I

retreated from the room, and went upstairs. The women

were watching me a giggling. God, that made me horny.

The humiliation in front of these women was almost a

sweet taste in my mouth after weeks with Eric.

<Click>

As soon as I hit the light switch in the washroom, I

could feel my legs weakening beneath me.

On the counter...

... it was the paper bag.

I could barely catch my breath. How the hell could

Rebecca have it ? Had she used it as one final piece of

leverage on Maxine ?

Quickly, I closed the door behind me. Somehow, I was

afraid that someone would see me here with it.

Then it hit me. I knew what was expected.

I caught my reflection in the mirror. I could see how

heavily I was breathing. A rush of sexual emotions was

coursing through my body. They were feelings I never

thought I'd have again.

Slowly, I reached up and wiped the hair out of my face.

My lips were spread seductively. I could feel my pussy

growing moist.

Obediently, I began to braid my hair into Lucy's pig

tails.

Normally, I would have let Maxine dress me. Like a

doll. But this was a part of Rebecca's humiliation. I

would debase myself voluntarily. Right beside the bag

of clothes, she left a pair of scissors, a razor and

some shaving cream.

Once my hair was up, I began to shed my clothes. I knew

what Rebecca wanted. My nipples were swollen from my

smallish breasts, further evidence of my arousal. I sat

at the edge of the tub as I trimmed and then shaved the

hair off of my pussy.

She wanted me to play the part of a little girl. As

sick as the games between Maxine and I had become,

Rebecca knew how to take it that step further.

Inside the bag was the familiar clothing.

It gave me a sexual charge just seeing them. I couldn't

help but rub my pussy as I chose an outfit. Young.

Innocent. That was the look.

I looked myself in the mirror again. I briefly wondered

if I should practice my lisp, or the halting,

stuttering manner of Lucy's speech. No. It wouldn't be

necessary. That was beginning to come naturally.

Then, fighting against every logical impulse in my

being, I pulled open the bathroom door and began

towards the stairs. They would see me as I came down,

dressed in these silly clothes. Even Paula, in her

ridiculous uniform, didn't come close to this kind of

shameful display.

My stomach was turning, but my pussy reminded me why,

no matter how much I complained, I always went along

with this power game.

The first laughs came as they saw my stupid little

skirt, and out of style sneakers. It took every ounce

of strength to keep descending those stairs. I couldn't

look at them. My face was glowing red, I was sure.

" Why, you look lovely, Lucy. Why don't you come down

and show the ladies your outfit ?"

" Y-yes, ma'am, " I answered.

Every eye in the room followed me. I glanced up at

Paula to see her hiding a smile.

The humiliation was almost too much. I could feel a

little orgasm coming my way, without even touching

myself, and I fought to hold it back.

I stood beside Rebecca.

" Now, you said you wanted me to call my son, isn't

that right ?"

" Um... y-yes, pl... please... mommy. "

Oh god, that felt good. She would be my mommy-in-law

soon. And I would always be her little Lucy.

" While I dial the phone, be a good girl, and pull down

your panties for me, Lucy. "

My hands were shaking badly. I didn't want to be in

this position, in front of all of these women. But it

gave me such a rush of sexual energy to reach forward,

and squirm out of the little panties that used to

belong to Lucy.

Rebecca's hand raised up the front of my skirt, and

gently rubbed across my bald pussy. She was touching

me... right in front of all of these women. I could

feel my slickness on her fingers.

" Hello, Eric, " she finally spoke into the phone, her

hand exploring me as she talked. " It seems that our

little Crystal is upset by you sharing her with your

friends. "

A pause. My pussy was sending waves of pleasure through

me as she negotiated the way her son could use my body.

" Yes, dear. I tried to calm her down. I'll tell you

what... we'll set some ground rules to make her feel

better. Let's keep it down to one friend at a time...

yes, the others can watch, but if anyone wants to use

her pussy, they'll have to use protection. "

My body shuddered towards orgasm. I felt like such a

fool. I should have know she would side with him. All

the while she kept touching me. My body could take no

more.

" ... yes, yes, in the ass is fine... that's good,

dear... I'll send her right home as soon as we're done

with her... I think Kristina wanted a turn..."

My eyes locked on my friend, and then I disappeared

into my pleasure.

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