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Sylvia was amused by my loss of hair, in fact she laughed loudly at it, rubbing
my bald head with her fingers. "She looks like something from 'Star Trek'" she
laughed and Jared grinned.
"Yes, an alien slut."
"Did her friend enjoy her?"
"Only to watch her, I made slut show her friend what a slut she's become. She
also watched while I fucked her friend." Jared smiled down at me as I kneeled
waiting patiently. "She's a real bitch, that friend of yours, my little slut.
She's suggested some things that I must admit interested me."
"What things?" Sylvia asked and I began to get worried.
"I'll tell you later. Slut is smooth all over, now, quite sleek," he laughed and
I blushed. I avoided mirrors now and they knew it and took delight in making me
look at myself. He was still laughing as he went back to his flat.
"Come on, slut," Sylvia laughed, "I have something for you." She hiked her dress
up, pulled her panties to one side and thrust her hairy pussy in my face. I knew
what to do and began to lick. "So smooth," she murmured as her hands ran over
the skin of my shaven head, "like a billiard ball."
That was what Margaret had called me, I remembered, as I thrust my tongue deeper
into her musky pussy. "Come on, slut," Sylvia said, pulling my face tighter into
her as she rode it, pushing my neck back just a little. "Fuck my cunt with your
tongue!" she demanded urgently, rubbing her pussy against me until she came.
That night, they dressed me in a short black skirt, a white blouse and high
heels. I had no underwear on and they had made me shave my pussy again to make
sure it was smooth. The final humiliation was when they made me shave my own
head to keep it smooth. Sylvia had slipped large hoop earrings through my ears
and I looked more like an alien than before.
I sat in the back of the car, legs apart as instructed as they drove to the
seedy part of town to a small nightclub. I kept my head lowered as Sylvia and
Jared led me through the back way.
"is this her?" the fat unshaven man with a cigar looked me over.
"Yes, how much?" Jared asked.
"Not so fast, let's see her."
"Strip, slut," Sylvia said and I quickly took the blouse and skirt off, standing
in the small office naked except for my heels and collar.
"She pierced?"
"Only her tongue. Show him, slut," Jared said and I obediently poked my tongue
out.
"Pity, but it'll do. Let's talk." Jared and the man walked over into a corner
and they were deep in conversation for a few minutes.
"Listen slut," Jared said, "you will do everything Reggie says, got it?"
"Yes Sir," I said quickly.
"You wait on the tables, sit in their laps, they put money in your tray. Reggie
takes all the money and you wait here until we pick you up. Listen," he said in
a whispered, "don't even think about running, understand?"
"Yes Sir," I whispered.
"Pay close attention," Sylvia said, moving alongside me, "he'll hurt you if you
do."
"Ok," Jared said to Reggie, "she's ready."
"Wait a minute, she can't go out there naked, I'll lose my licence. She has to
have panties."
"We know," Sylvia said with a smile as she pulled a pair of knickers from her
bag. "Put these on, slut!" I pulled them on, it was a struggle as I saw they
were one size two small and were white, almost sheer. I looked in the mirror and
saw the tattoo was vaguely visible through the panties and the crotch of the
tight panties were pulled tightly into my pussy. I looked more of a slut with
those knickers on then naked.
"Nice," Reggie said, "I'm sure she'll get a lot of tips," he said with a loud
laugh and the others joined in. "Georgie," he called and a black woman in a
leather skirt and a halter top appeared at the door. She and Sylvia smiled at
each other.
"Hi," she said, her eyes running over me.
"New girl, show her the ropes."
She led me into another room. "What planet did you come from, love?" she asked
with a smile, looking me up and down. "The knickers are a nice touch. Some of
the girls wear French knickers so the punters can get a quick feel, they get
more tips that way. You look just about naked in those and the back shows off
your bottom. I think you'll do really well, dearie. Let's go."
She gave me a tray with a small bowl on it. "That's for the tips. No taking any
of it," she warned, "although, where would you hide it in those knickers? No
stealing, ok?"
"Yes Ma'am," I said quickly.
"No need to call me that, love. I'm just one of the girls. Are your pussy lips
always red and why are your nipples?"
"They dyed them, Ma'am," I said quickly.
"Permanent?" I nodded, feeling sick, remembering again I was marked for life.
"It's not so bad, kinky but nice." She smiled and I felt grateful. "Ok, love,
out you go, swing those tits, lean over so they can see your arse and the tits,
sit in their laps and get the tips. One thing, though. Are you listening?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Always keep a smile on that pretty face. The punters want to think you're
enjoying it." She stopped and her eyes narrowed. "Maybe you do enjoy it, let's
find out, shall we?"
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