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THE STARLET SLAVE 18
joypaine
18. Snappy Clothes
Well, I thought bitterly, so much for chivalry and romanticism, and all that
sort of horse shit. While he was giving me all that sweet talk, Dicky had been
planning a gang bang for me! I was going to tell him what I thought of him, and
about the whole idea, when he pulled his hand out of his pocket. And guess what?
He had the control box of the Persuader in his hand. Shit! he'd been buzzing my
asshole all the while he'd been playing Mr. Nice Guy!
I had a pretty good idea by now how the evening was going to turn out. Even
before he told me to strip. Well, I told myself, this is the absolute bottom.
After I put up with 24 hours of Old Nelly for ten days -- to get this -- things
couldn't get any worse.
Shows how little a girl knows, sometimes.
Even after my "professional" experience, it was embarrassing to strip in front
of my friends (some friends!), especially when I had been planning to have a
nice old-fashioned normal party evening with them. But Dicky and the Persuader
didn't give me any choice. He told me to take my time about it -- nice and slow,
"by the numbers" -- slow and sexy. Pantyhose first. He said that if there was
anything that turned him off it was a broad in pantyhose, so let's get them off
before the dress, even.
The fellows started whistling and clapping and cheering as soon as I unzipped my
dress, and they gave a real round of applause when I let the garment fall to the
floor and stepped out of it. Dicky had me walk around a bit in my slip, just to
get everybody in the mood, and then gave me the nod to take it off.
Well, you remember that I had worn my sexiest peekaboo bra and panty set -- the
ones that were part of my working clothes on those rare occasions when Peck
didn't want to present me as pure slut.
Pure slut! Now there's a contradiction of terms for you. Just like what Old
Nelly used to call an oxymoron in his English class. See -- I'd learned
something from him besides how to get fucked, in both senses of the term.
After I'd taken off my slip, the guys started joking about what would happen
with a pair of tits as big as mine when I took off my bra. And of course they
had to make the test, to find out.
I was very proud in those days of the fact that my tits didn't sag a bit without
any support. Hell, I still am proud of it -- even after all the abuse they've
taken. But Dicky said, don't worry -- he had some real snappy underwear for me.
s# So off came the bra, and on went the "snappy" replacement. It was a pretty
stupid looking thing -- it was apparently made from a standard bra, but the
fabric had all been cut out of the cups, leaving just the straps and a ring of
cloth circling each tit. And some strips of elastic had been sewed into the
rings, in the form of a big X, criss-crossing the tit, and crossing each other
right at the nipple, where they had sewed a big button.
It didn't look very snappy to me, but then Dicky showed me why he had given it
that name. He grabbed the buttons, one in each hand, and stretched the elastic
out as far as it would go, and SPLAT! They snapped, all right -- and hit right
on the nipples, with devastating pain. And all the guys cheered as I screamed.
They all took turns with the snapping for a while, and then they had me take off
my panties . . .
The snapping button at my clitoris hurt almost as much as the ones on my nipples
did. And then they snapped all of them together for a while.
