CHAPTER 28 Girl's Night Out
It had been a thirty minute drive to the restaurant. slut knew this only
because she had spent much of it staring at the clock on the cd player. Miss
Karen played her jazz loudly, so slut couldn't even attempt to hear the few
conversations that took place in the front seat. She spent most of that time
wondering if the dread she sensed was stronger than the delicious anticipation.
If she performed well, she thought, she would be allowed to serve Miss Tawny.
To prove she was worthy, she could endure a lot. She was relieved to be able to
climb out of the car, once Miss Karen had parked in the restaurant lot.
The building was small, but the parking lot was full. It was still daylight, so
slut felt very exposed and conspicuous in the parking lot with the two well
dressed and beautiful women. Next to them, she must look like a...slut. She
was a slut, she reminded herself. There was no sense in denying it.
Miss Karen snapped open her purse, handing slut a small plastic container.
"This is your salad dressing, slut. I want you to hold it in the palm of your
left hand with your right hand around it so that you can be sure you won't drop
it. That's it. Now, tonight you will not speak unless we tell you to. You
will keep your eyes on the table in front of you. You will mind your posture
and how you carry yourself, and you will attend to our needs without question.
Do you understand?"
She was already trembling. "Yeth, Mith Karen."
"Looks like a whore, sounds like a retard.", Miss Karen quipped. Miss Tawny
laughed out loud, attracting the attention of the doorman. He smiled at the
three of them. The women started off toward him, so slut followed the
appropriate distance behind, concentrating on walking just as Miss Karen
required. She felt silly, holding the little container as though it were a
priceless Faberge egg. She felt a soft breeze blow over her bare cunt,
reminding her of how short the skirt was. She couldn't look up. slut did not
want to see the doorman's expression. Her bouncing breasts, held as they were
in the thin, tight tube top, caused her nipples to harden. This, in turn,
caused her cunt to begin to flow. She would not think about that, though. She
could not help it, and could only do as Miss Karen wished. It was better not to
think.
They passed through the doorway wordlessly, while the doorman greeted them
cheerily with a "Good evening, ladies." slut felt bad that no one answered him,
but resisted her own habit of being polite in order to comply with her
instructions. The restaurant was very dark on the inside. The host was already
leading Miss Karen and Miss Tawny to their table by the time slut realized they
were moving away from her. She was used to having to wait. It must be a really
good restaurant, she thought.
The ladies were led to a very small table for two. The host seated Miss Karen
and Miss Tawny, then noticed slut and became confused. "I apologize. I
understood...is it a party of three, then? I believe the reserva-..."
"Oh, it's alright. We did reserve for two but decided to let our friend here
tag along. She's having a lot of problems lately. Do you mind?"
"Oh, not at all. Would you like me to move you to a...". The host sounded
slightly purturbed, but only slightly.
"No, we can't upset your reservations for the evening. An extra chair will be
fine!" Miss Karen touched his arm reassuringly, and he smiled.
slut stood awkwardly next to the table while Miss Karen and her friend began to
look over the menus. She felt rediculous holding the damned container. She had
made the mistake of looking around a bit and had noticed people looking at her
with disgust on their faces. She knew they hadn't expected such a nice
restaurant to cater to...whores like her.
The host returned, this time with a curious expression on his face. He had
noticed the container. "Special diet?", he asked.
slut's face reddened at her inability to answer. She shouldn't have looked at
him to start with, and now had to redirect her eyes to the table. He held the
chair for her as she sat, concentrating on keeping her back from touching it,
and ensuring that it was properly arched. She didn't think he would ask again,
but he did.
Miss Karen waited a dreadfully long time before she answered for slut. "She's a
deaf mute." Her tone was curt. "And yes, it is a special diet item for her."
"I'm so sorry.", the host replied earnestly. He held a menu out to slut, who
started to accept it.
"That won't be necessary. She doesn't need a menu.", Miss Karen said
pleasantly.
Slut withdrew her hands, then knew she had made a mistake, or at least had
exposed Miss Karen's statement that she was deaf, as a lie. Her heart
fluttered.
After quickly collecting himself, the host informed the ladies that their waiter
would be Amanda, then retreated back to his station.
Slut remained completely still, concentrating on her posture and keeping her
eyes on the table in front of her. Miss Karen patted the linen tablecloth
immediately in front of slut, which was her signal to put the container down.
She folded her hands in her lap, as she had been trained to do when seated in
public.
Miss Karen and Miss Tawny discussed the menu as well as the wine selections for
a few minutes until the waitress arrived. The waitress sounded very nice to
slut, but she couldn't look up to see what she looked like. She spoke of a few
specials the chef had prepared for the evening and offered to bring beverages
and an appetizer while they perused the menu. Miss Karen ordered wine for
herself and Miss Tawny, and said to the waitress, "Our friend here doesn't
drink. Could you just bring her a glass of water and a straw please?" The
waitress, of course, was agreeable. slut sensed a note of surprise in her
voice, and dreaded the thought of any further exchanges. Her nipples were
trying just as hard as they could to push through the tube top. The restaurant
was almost cold, and that certainly didn't help.
Soon enough the waitress returned with the wine for the ladies and the glass of
water for slut, as well as an order of shrimp cocktail, one of slut's favorites
in her old life. It was time to order, and Miss Karen ordered rack of lamb for
herself and a plain leaf salad for slut, to be brought out with the entrees.
Miss Tawny ordered mussels. As soon as the waitress took the two menus and
departed, Miss Karen removed slut's straw from it's paper wrapper and placed it
in slut's glass of water. "You will not drink unless I tap your glass, and when
you do, you must simply lean forward and drink through the straw. You are not
to touch the glass." Slut remained still and quiet. She would not be tricked
into speaking.
"I am not sure your knees are wide enough. Adjust them." Miss Karen's tone was
so casual that her instructions simply blended in with the quiet, casual
conversations going on around them. Slut had known her knees were not at least
twelve inches apart. She had hoped Miss Karen wouldn't notice. A few inches
would not draw attention, but twelve inches was quite wide considering the
length of the micromini and the fact that she wore nothing beneath it.
Nevertheless, she adjusted them. Feeling the cool air move up between her legs
gave her a sense of exposure that made her nervous. Who could see? Anyone?
Now she had made two mistakes. She needed to concentrate, and not to think, she
told herself.
Now Miss Tawny leaned over to whisper in slut's ear. "I haven't tasted you yet.
I'll bet you taste really good. Take your spoon and push it up into your cunt.
I'll let you know when I want it, okay, honey?" slut nodded slightly, feeling
as though some acknowledgement was required. She unrwapped her silverware from
the linen napkin and, as subtly as she could, moved the spoon down between her
legs. It felt cold against her cunt lips, which were still sensitive from her
time on the humping bar. In one slow but deliberate motion she gently pushed
the spoon up into herself until only about an inch of the end protruded out.
She would have to hold it in place to keep it from falling onto the floor,
though. Slut tried to cover her right hand with her left to conceal just how
close it was to being directly on her bare cunt.
Over the next few minutes things were relatively event free for slut. She
succeeded in avoiding letting her mind wander, and concentrated totally on
simply doing as she was told and on being ready to respond to any instructions.
Her cunt was responding to having the spoon inside it, and she was sure she
could smell herself, but hoped that was as far as it went. There seemed to be
good circulation.
Miss Karen fed her a couple of shrimp, holding them up to slut's lips with her
fingers. Slut was sure this had been seen and blushed brightly each time. The
shrimp were delicious. The diet Miss Karen had kept her on was strictly
regulated, very healthy, and quite bland. She had eaten quite a lot of canned
tuna, but that's as close as she had gotten to seafood until tonight.
The waitress brought salads for Miss Karen and Miss Tawny, and asked slut if
there was anything she needed. Again Miss Karen announced, "She's deaf and
mute.", and added, "She's fine for now, thank you." Slut noted the long pause
before the waitress responded, and knew that now her curiosity had been aroused.
She watched them eat their salads using her peripheral vision. Her stomach
ached, she was so hungry. Miss Karen's salad was covered with thick blue cheese
dressing that contained huge chunks of cheese. At least she would be getting a
salad of her own - that was something, and something would be better than
nothing. All she needed to do was wait. Miss Karen reached over with her salad
fork and tapped it against slut's water glass. Slut leaned forward to take the
straw into her mouth and took a sip, quickly sitting back up. She had seen
movement out of the corners of her eyes. People around them had noticed, and
were watching.
Between bites of her salad, Miss Tawny said in a conversational tone of voice,
"I just don't think it's appropriate for you to enjoy icewater. Reach into the
glass with your hand, scoop out the ice, and put it in your mouth."
Slut blushed again, knowing she was being watched by who knew how many people.
Now she would have to take the hand away that camouflaged what was going on
between her legs. All she could do was to follow the instruction quickly, and
to not think about it. It was not her business to worry about herself. Her
business was to please Miss Karen and, now, Miss Tawny. She reached up with her
left hand, scooping a bit of ice out of the glass and putting it into her mouth.
It took her three tries before she got all of the ice out. She returned her
left hand to it's position and took a few deep breaths, hoping the attention she
was attracting would lessen.
Luckily, slut was left alone for a few more minutes and she felt she was not
being watched so intently. She was able to relax just a bit, at least enough
that she was breathing normally again. The mistresses were discussing Miss
Tawny's "farm" and the house that would be built there for Miss Karen. Slut had
no idea what all of this pertained to, and tried not to let herself begin to
wonder. They spoke as though her presence was of no consequence to them, which,
she supposed, it wasn't. She had gotten accustomed in many circumstances to
being treated this way, just not in public, and not by anyone other than Miss
Karen.
Just after the waitress took away their salad plates, Miss Karen addressed slut.
"One of your duties while in public is to make life easier for your owners. For
example, when one of us needs to pee, we should not have to wander the
restaurant in search of the restroom. You should locate it, inspect it, and
return. Then, when we need to pee, you will accompany us to provide any service
we may require. Go now."
Slut hesitated, much too long. She could not stand up and free her hands
without having the spoon slip out of her cunt. If she kept her hands, or at
least one of them, over her cunt to keep the spoon in, it would be...well...Oh,
God! Tears welled up in her eyes. Miss Karen was nibbling on the shrimp.
Maybe she could...the restaurant was dark...maybe...
Slut was rising, removing her left hand only long enough to move the chair back.
Then, with both hands over her crotch, she moved off through the restaurant to
find the ladies restroom. She knew she looked like a little girl who had waited
too long to pee. People noticed, she saw the surprised, disgusted looks on
their faces. She felt desperate, moving quickly, casting about frantically to
see any sign of the restroom. She moved straight down a row of tables, then
right. She reversed herself and went past a few booths, toward the kitchen.
Then, there, to the right! She pulled to open the door to the ladies restroom
and it was locked! Tears trickled down over her cheeks. She would not
sob...she could not give in. She didn't matter. It wasn't about her. She
blinked, squeezing the last drops our of her tear ducts. Thankfully the door
finally opened. The overweight woman coming out stopped, looked slut up and
down, wrinkled her nose, and muttered, "Have you no shame?", as she lumbered by.
Slut ducked into the restroom, locking the door behind her. Oh, God! She just
needed to breath a little bit - to calm down for the return trip. She took
note of the restroom, even straightening it up a bit. She wiped off the toilet
seat. Seeing herself in the mirror was a shock. Until then she had no real
idea of how visible her nipples were, pushing so insistently against the thin
fabric of the white tube top.
She removed her hands from her cunt, just to see if she could keep the spoon in.
It began to slip out immediately, and she knew she couldn't walk like that. She
was so wet that her thighs were now coated with cunt juice. The restroom was
quickly filling with the odor of female arousal. Slut knew that if she stood
there, dwelling on her situation, she might just break down. Who knew what sort
of cruel fate would await her then? She had seen what had happened to that
girl, "Lizbeth". She had to go back to the table. She had to do her duty.
She tried keeping the spoon in with just her middle finger extended down to hold
it in place. If she could give the appearance that her hands weren't all the
way "down there", she might be able to get back to the table without...it didn't
matter, but...
Slut unlocked the door and made her way quickly back to Miss Karen's table. She
held the spoon in with her right hand, leaving her left free to swing as though
everything were normal. Maybe, at least, those to her left who hadn't seen her
coming the other way, wouldn't notice. She kept her eyes to the floor in
front of her as she walked. It was better to keep herself free of the glares.
She didn't need to suffer more.
Back in her seat, with her chest heaving, she tried her best to calm down.
"Well?", Miss Karen asked. "Did you find it? Is it clean?"
"Yeth, Mith Karen. It ith keen.", slut whispered. She was supposed to be mute.
"How many toilets?", Miss Tawny asked.
"One, Mith Tawny."
"And the door can be locked?". It was Miss Karen again.
"Yeth, Mith Karen."
Slut noted that some sort of nonverbal exchange passed between them, but she
couldn't be sure. Miss Karen tapped on her glass again, and she leaned forward
to drink. "Each time the waitress comes to refill your glass, you will
automatically scoop the ice out and eat it.", Miss Karen said. Slut nodded
slightly after taking her sip. "Drink all of it, now."
Slut leaned forward again, to drink the glass empty through the straw.
Just then, Amanda, their waitress, appeared with the entrees. She placed a
plain leaf salad to slut's left. The little plastic container remained directly
in front of her. After placing the mistresses' entrees, she asked if anyone
needed anything.
Casually, Karen replied, "Yes, our friend here could use more water. She is
simply insatiable! And, could you give her extra ice?"
Amanda, eager to please, quickly replied "Sure!" and took slut's now empty glass
off for a refill.
"You may dress your salad now.", Miss Karen said.
Slut was famished, so reached for the little container in front of her with her
left hand and peeled the lid off. She had suspected all along that it might be
filled with some of the cum she had worked so hard to collect over the past
weeks. There was a generous amount of it, much more than was needed to dress
the salad. She nearly swooned when the acrid smell of it reached her nostrils.
Slut simply dumped it into the salad salad bowl and started to put the lid back
on the container. Miss Karen stopped her by saying quietly, "You'll need to
lick it clean before putting the lid on. Not a drop is to be wasted."
Slut was glad to have cum on her tongue again, whatever the circumstances. She
couldn't help but glance around at the other tables, though, to see who was
watching. She quickly regretted it, as she did have a small audience. As
daintily as she could, she quickly swirled her tongue around the inside of the
little plastic container to ensure all of he cum was removed. Just then the
waitress returned with slut's fresh glass of icewater.
"Must be really good dressing. Home made?", Amanda asked.
Slut started to nod, then remembered she was supposed to be deaf.
"Apparently.", Miss Karen answered offhandedly. "That girl has no manners
whatsoever."
"Well, there is a first for everything. I've never had a patron lick anything
like that before.", Amanda said.
Neither of the women responded to the comment and she finally moved off toward
the kitchen. Slut began scooping the ice out of her water glass and eating it
as fast as she could. People were still watching. She could sense it. She
crunched up and swallowed the ice as fast as she could, not just to please Miss
Karen but to be able to begin eating her salad.
"I'd like to have your spoon now, dear.", Miss Tawny said just before eating her
first mussel.
Slut was glad to comply, but for her audience. She reached for another handful
of ice, knowing they would be watching her do that while she slipped the spoon
out of her oozing cunt with her right hand. She held it out to Miss Tawny,
handle first. Unfortunately for slut, Miss Tawny chose not to take it right
away, forcing her to hold it out for several long seconds while she continued to
shovel ice from the glass to her mouth. Now she noticed more heads turning her
way, and her pulse quickened again.
Thankfully, Miss Tawny finally took the spoon and held it up to her nose. She
passed it back and forth under her nose as though it were a wine cork, studying
slut's aroma. Slut felt compelled to watch, though not directly. It was
important to her what Miss Tawny thought of her...taste. Miss Tawny's tongue
finally reached out and touched it, but slut couldn't read anything in her
expression. Miss Tawny put the spoon down and slut turned her attention to the
salad.
The spinach leaves were literally floating in the cum. Slut couldn't wait any
longer and reached for her salad fork. "If I recall correctly, you aren't
permitted to use utensils.", Miss Karen said while chewing on her rice.
Slut's face bloomed into a bright crimson blush yet again. Oh, God!, she
thought. It was best not to think. She hadn't made a mistake with the fork,
technically - other than forgetting a rule, but...it was best not to think. It
wasn't about her. It was better to do what she was told. Her job was to please
Miss Karen.
With a steely determination, she moved the bowl over in front of her and reached
into it with her right hand. Taking a large leaf, she swirled it around a bit
in the cum and leaned forward over the bowl to avoid any spillage. Turning her
head slightly to the side, she quickly lifted the leaf and pushed it into her
open mouth. Cum dripped down over her hand as well as out of the corner of her
mouth. Mmmm...it felt sooooo good to feel the cum slipping down her throat.
She licked the corner of her mouth off, then her fingers, and reached into the
bowl for another leaf.
This continued until slut had eaten all of the spinach leaves and nothing
remained but the cum. Miss Karen suggested she use the straw to suck up the
remainder of the cum, and reminded slut that she was not to waste a drop, which
meant she would have to lick the bowl clean to complete her meal. Her cunt was
positively vibrating, as it always did when she had cum coating the back of her
throat.
Slut quickly sucked the remaining cum up through the straw, then lifted the bowl
to lick it clean. She held some of the sweet man juice in her mouth, swirling
it around and over her teeth and gums, savoring the taste and texture. Who knew
when she would again be so rewarded? Flash images of herself sucking and
fucking different men began to play in her mind, and she imagined herself being
filled in all three holes, there, on the restaurant floor. Her motor was
running, and it was running at full speed. Her chest heaved, causing her
freakishly long, fat nipples to rise and fall dramatically in their tube top
casement.
Miss Karen broke the cycle by tapping on slut's glass with her fork. It was
time to drink all of her water down again. She needed to concentrate, to get
all of those distractions of big, beautiful cocks out of her mind. She drained
the glass quickly, realizing she would need to pee soon.
Miss Tawny then said to Miss Karen, "When do you want to send her over to
Charlotte?"
"Oh, is that where your surgeon friend is?"
"Yes, it's convenient to the farm."
"It would be that."
"Well?"
"The sooner, the better. I'm getting clausterphobic at the house. Not because
of you, but I just...the neighborhood...too much attention makes me nervous.
The husband might come around or something."
"So, you're ready to go back?"
"In a week or two. The sooner I go the sooner I retire. Do you mind?"
"No, I love you!"
Miss Karen reached forward to squeeze Miss Tawny's hand. Slut hadn't realized
they cared about each other that much.
"What do you want done?"
"I think she could carry forty double-d's well, you?"
"Oh, sure. You want the nipples done?"
"Yes, and the lips. If they were fuller she'd be much more sensuous. Don't you
think?"
slut knew Miss Tawny was looking at her. She was trembling. They were talking
about her! Forty double-d's? She would be a freak! A whore! It would
be...everyone who saw her would know she was a... It was best not to think.
Miss Karen knew best.
"Anything else?"
"Well, yes."
"What?"
"slut, look at me.", Miss Karen instructed. Slut looked, and saw a face that
was dead serious. "I am altering your body to suit my needs. You have no
choice in the matter. I am enlarging your breasts, making your lips fuller, and
having your nipples made permanently erect. The other item that I require is a
circumcision. This means the flesh surrounding your clit will be removed so
that it will be in a constant state of exposure. I will then choose appropriate
piercings to adorn it. Do you understand?"
slut swallowed hard. She was stunned, speechless. Her heart was in her throat,
and tears welled in her eyes. She wasn't being asked to consent. She couldn't
consent, she was nothing. Property can't consent. It was going to happen, she
knew. Did she understand? Yes, she understood. She nodded slightly.
"Delightful!", Miss Tawny exclaimed. "I'm looking forward to having my use of
this one while you're gone."
"I have no doubt of that.", Miss Karen answered casually. "Eyes on the table
now."
Slut instantly redirected her gaze to the empty bowl in front of her. She
wished it had more cum in it.
Miss Karen and Miss Tawny then began to make small talk about old acquaintances
and shared memories while they finished their meals. The time did not pass
quickly for slut, what with all of the things that were to be done to her
bearing heavily on her mind.
She almost missed the significance of Miss Tawny's subtle announcement that she
had to go to the ladies room. Slut snapped out of her stunned worrying and rose
to her feet. She made her way quickly, concentrating on swinginer her hips
properly and ensuring her breasts bounced just so, to the ladies room. Finding
it empty, she returned in the same manner to the table. On her approach, Miss
Tawny was already standing up. "Lead the way.", she instructed.
Slut held the door open for Miss Tawny and followed her inside to be of service.
"Lock the door. Always lock the door for me."
Slut silently turned to slide the barrel bolt lock closed.
"I assume Karen has trained you in public restroom use?"
Slut was confused. She didn't know what that meant, so shook her head. She
hadn't been told it was okay to speak.
Miss Tawny shrugged. "Your Mistresses don't use public toilets. We are above
that. Come here. Kneel down."
Slut did as she was told. Miss Tawny had pushed her tube top down off her
breasts and was toying with her nipples, twisting and pinching them. Slut
moaned. Despite all of the orgasms she had had earlier on the humping bar, she
was needful of more. All of the torments of the evening were catching up with
her. She wanted to serve Miss Tawny, badly.
Miss Tawny raised the toilet seat and guided slut's upper body with her hands
until the back of slut's neck rested on the forward edge of the toilet. Slut
knew some of her hair was hanging in the toilet water, and hoped it was clean.
Miss Tawny knelt now and took slut's left nipple into her mouth. It felt so
good! Slut couldn't recall the last time she had enjoyed having her nipples
sucked. Miss Karen's friend was an expert at making a woman feel good, slut
knew. She only hoped she could provide service to the sexy woman. After so
much time practicing eating cunt on the pig, she ached for a chance to service
either Miss Karen or Miss Tawny. Now slut's right nipple was being sucked,
licked, and bitten while Miss Tawny stroked her left nipple. Slut closed her
eyes, relishing the sensations that were so generously being bestowed upon her.
She felt so grateful.
Miss Tawny finally stopped ministering to her nipples after only a minute or two
and stood in front of slut. She lifted the hem of her dress to reveal that she
was not wearing panties, and straddled slut's body as she stepped forward,
facing the toilet rather than turning her back to it. When slut was looking
directly up into Miss Tawny's pretty pussy, Miss Tawny bent her knees and
lowered herself down until her pussy was only a couple of inches above slut's
lips. "You will open your mouth as wide as possible, and you will swallow every
drop."
Almost instantly a trickle of bright yellow urine began to drop down into slut's
mouth. She nearly gagged, but valiantly swallowed the first bit of it to make
sure she could accommodate the rest. Her trouble was that she couldn't swallow
without closing her mouth, and when she did the increasing stream of urine had
no place to go but to splash on her lips and stream down over her cheeks and
through her hair into the toilet. Miss Tawny must have been holding back for
some time, as slut's mouth was filled quickly four times before the flow
returned to a trickle and finally stopped. Miss Tawny rose and stepped over
slut. "Now get up and rinse your mouth out."
When slut made a move toward the sink, Miss Tawny snapped, "In the toilet!"
Feeling as though she could not be more degraded, slut lowered her head into the
toilet and loudly sucked some water into her mouth to rinse it out. Luckily the
toilet had been flushed and was only faintly yellow from the excess urine that
had drained into it from Miss Tawny.
"Now come clean me up!"
slut turned toward Miss Tawny to see that she had lifted the hem of her dress
above her pussy and had spread her legs a bit. Slut shuffled over on her knees
to lick Miss Tawny's cunt a few times. She must have been too tentative as Miss
Tawny grabbed her head on either side and pulled slut's mouth tightly into her
pussy. "Deeply. Clean me!"
slut extended her tongue to it's full length and forced it up through the cleft
of Miss Tawny's pussy, relishing her taste as well as her smell. She had hoped
the "cleaning" would lead to more, but was pushed off after a few seconds and
told to "Blow me dry."
So, on her knees in the ladies restroom, slut dutifully blew on Miss Tawny's
cunt until it had dried.
When they began to arrange themselves to leave, slut placed her hand over her
mouth. It was the signal that she was requesting permission to speak. She had
to pee badly herself, and had noted that a lot of urine had splashed onto the
tank top. She was also concerned about the urine in her hair, which was
completely wet, but only on the sides. She hoped to ask to pee and to dry
herself using the restroom's hand dryer. Miss Tawny opted to ignore her,
though, and told her only to pull up her tube top and to "lead the way" back to
the table.
It was another long walk through the restaurant for slut. Now she strutted and
made her tits bounce with piss in her hair and on her clothes. It was better
not to think. At least she managed to keep her eyes on the floor rather than to
look around.
When they finally reached the table, Miss Karen announced enthusiastically that
she needed to go as well. Slut led the way to the ladies restroom and assumed
the position she had been taught, and served her owner as a human toilet for the
very first time.
Miss Karen had not concerned herself with being as tidy as Miss Tawny had.
Slut's face and hair were now soaked with urine, and Miss Karen did not allow
her to wipe it off for the trip back to the table. slut rightfully concluded
that anyone who had watched her escort the two women to the restroom must surely
know what had happened in there. Now she was a piss drinker, she thought. How
low could she go? But, she told herself, it didn't matter. It wasn't about
her.
