Chapter 6
Meeting Miss Stacey
Michelle was starving. She felt it more this morning then unusual. It was now
her forth day without eating. The scale flashed the results of 108. Not bad for
5'9" 1/2. She never counted the extra half though. She stumbled her way to the
kitchen. Today's meal like always would be simple. There was a molding piece of
cheese, she didn't know or care what kind, and a rotting piece of lettuce. She
grabbed the lettuce and began eating it. It tasted rancid. When finished she
grabbed the cheese and began choosing. This tasted far worse, and began to make
her feel sick. The urge to vomit grew as she took bites and chewed the hard
molded cheese. When Michelle finished her meal she reached for the warm glass
of expired milk, that she had placed out last night. It had that going bad
flavor, which was only amplified by its warmth and the meal she had just eaten.
She gagged and she gulped down the nasty milk. It does a body good, she kept
telling herself, between gags. Finally she vomited a little into her hand. She
caught herself though and swallowed the rest back down. She dumped the puke in
her hand into the milk. She chocked down the remaining milk, with some
difficulty. Almost every gulp caused her to gag and almost retch. Michelle never
allowed herself to vomit, and when she did she forced herself to lick it up.
This was particularly difficult when she got sick. One time she had the flew for
about week and must of puked a dozen times. After trying She found herself to
sick to eat the puke, so she collected it in a bucket. The next week when she
felt better, she downed the entire bucket. There wasn't that much because she
had little in her stomach to begin with, but to her surprise it was much more
difficult to down cold puke. But she managed. After finishing her meal she went
to get dressed. She put in her butt plug, put on a shot skirt and tight top, and
5 inch heels. Today she would also wear a g string and her tack bra. It was a
tight bra lined with sandpaper and filled with a large number of tacks inside.
It was very uncomfortable but not really painful because very few of the tacks
would pierce her skin, unless of course someone squeezed her tits. Today was
Saturday, and as such she was to spend her entire day at Miss Stacey's. When she
finished dressing she applied her makeup and when she felt she looked enough
cheap enough, she left her apartment, carful to leave the door unlocked. The
reason was too fold. First it provided her no security, so that anyone with the
will could enter her apartment. The second was a more practical reason. She had
no place to put the keys. Her outfits never had pockets and she didn't carry a
purse. She forbad herself to carry any money, because it would leave her more
helpless in desperate situations. So there was no reason to carry a purse. Today
though, money would be an exception She tucked a fifty into her bra, carful to
stick in the side strap so it wouldn't offer her any protection from the tacks.
The fifty would be given to Miss Stacey so she could enjoy a day or night out.
Mis Stacey was Tom's girlfriend. Well, she was more his girlfriend then Michelle
was. She new full well that Tom was fucking other women, but she didn't actually
meet Miss Stacey until her fourth or fifth date with Tom. He had just got done
using her and she was cleaning his dick with her mouth when Miss Stacey walked
in the bedroom. The dumb drunk had apparently given her a key to his apartment.
What the fuck! You bitch
Stacey grabbed michelle's hair and pulled her to her feet. She began slapping
and punching her calling her a cheap fucking whore.
I'm sorry Miss" Michelle kept repeating while simultaneously careful not to
avoid any of the blows. Stacey was a little hesitant at first but when it but
when it became clear that she wasn't offering any resistance and was in fact
apologetic, she quickly took advantage of the situation. Besides although
Michelle was 3 or 4 inches taller, Stacey while not fat had a clear weight
advantage. Michelle stood naked with her arms at her side while and her head
bent to the side as Stacey held her blond hair with a fist. Finally she turned
her anger on Tom. Who the fuck is this whore huh? Tom was laughing, the whole
incident amusing him. Relax baby she just a ho, she don't mean nothing. She
cleans my apartment for me.
And your dick too?
Well fuck since she's here.
You bastard.
Please miss don't be mad at him, he's right I am nothing. I am a whore and I
seduced him. Please take you anger out on me.
Fuck you bitch, Stacey said shaking her michelle's head by the hair. Fuck your
skanky ass.
Yea, Tom said take it out on her she deserves it.
Fuck you too Tom. I;'m tired of your shit.
Aby it aint my fault the bitch seduced me.
Stacey still visibly upset gave finally let go of michelle's hair, but gave her
another hard slap to the face.
Fuck the both of you.
Stacey marched out of the apartment. Tom was grinning from ear to ear.
Get over here bitch and finish.
Yes Sir.
Michelle wasn't around for th makeup conversation, and doesn't know what lies
Tom told Stacey, but apparently they had reconciled. Tom was apparently
successful in convincing Stacey that the incident was all Michelle's fault, and
that she had no reason to be jealous, because Michelle didn't mean anything to
him. A few weeks later. Michelle found Stacey standing in the middle of her
apartment.
What a fucking shithole!
Apparently Tom had told her that she didn't keep her door locked. Tom always
knocked though for some reason. The look on Stacey's face told Michelle that Tom
had told her allot more. Her look of contempt, disgust and hate was blinding
obvious.
Michelle was dressed only in a bra and panties, stood and waited for Stacey to
speak. Instead she walked around the apartment ignoring Michelle and checking
out the place.
She then walked back and stood in front of Michelle.
This is the biggest shithole I've ever seen.
I'm sorry Miss.
No bitch, but you will be. Nobody comes between me and my man.
I'm very sorry Miss, Please forgive me.
Fuck you cunt. You aren't worth forgiveness. You aren't shit.
Yes Maam.
I'm sorry I'm such a whore, please let me make it up to you.
Tom says you clean well, but after seeing this dump I don't believe it.
I do clean others places well. Please give me a chance to make it up too.
Fine cunt, come over my place tomorrow. I want the place cleaned spic and span.
Yes Miss
That Miss Stacey whore
Yes Miss Stacey.
And so every saturday after that Michelle walked her way to Miss Stacey's
apartment to clean it for her. The job got progressively tougher as Miss Stacey
obviously began to stop doing any housework, instead waiting for the weekend for
Michelle to come.
