Date: Sun, 18 Mar 2012 18:51:07 -0400 (EDT)
From: mattwatt
Subject: Clara Wilson's Makeover

Clara Wilson's Makeover (F/F, D/s, Consensual) by  mattwatt
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Synopsis:  Clara's 40 now and like her house needs a makeover. She calls on
Charity and the  makeover  begins

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Clara  was turning 40. Her friends had made a big thing of it, taking her
out and  celebrating with the usual amount of fake funereal trappings. It had
been a hoot  but now she was home and was left with it, just left with it.
She was turning 40  and was mopping about it.

She wandered around fairly early that Saturday, and moped. She had a cup of
 coffee and just looked her house over. She called it always 'the old
girl', and  at times, when sadness was on her, she talked to the house.

"What do you think, Old Girl?" she said. "40! Not the end of the world you
say, at 125 yourself? Maybe not but it feels like the train is making its
way  out of the station."

The house was an old brick Victorian, a style that Clara loved and it was
her main treat in life, living there. But even the 'old girl' seemed to be
down  at the heels these days. That made her even more morose.

Clara had a good business head. She was head of the finance and accounting
department for the firm; she'd worked her way up to that position and
enjoyed it  but she didn't have a head for decoration.

At that point she laughed at herself and said ruefully:

"Not decorating the house, and not decorating yourself!"

Clara was, for anyone who had the eye or took the time to notice, quite a
physical dish. She had large, 38c, breasts with big nipples; her hips flared
 very nicely, thank you, and pouted into a nicely shaped ass. But Clara
draped  herself; she didn't really dress, she draped herself and unconsciously
hid all  of that away. Clara was, to be sure, there for the taking but no
one seemed to  know that, least of all Clara herself.

So, Clara moped. She ended up in the breakfast room with the morning paper.
 She read through it idly, letting her mind drift actually over the tasks
that  needed to be done by her department within the next few weeks. She
wasn't paying  attention.

She got to the back section, and an advert caught her eye. It was, it
screamed, for "Makeover Inc.". It declared itself a newly established business
that would help with makeovers. It declared also that Charity Simms was the
proprietor, and gave a number.

For some reason Clara was struck by it and noted the number.

"Maybe I should give the 'old girl' a makeover!" she said, and that caused
a caustic laugh and the comment in her head:

"Maybe you should give yourself a makeover!"

It made Clara laugh, and comment further:

"Yeah, for my 40th, a personal makeover."

But a counter voice in her mind spoke up then and said:

"Get a grip, girl, they do makeovers for houses, not old maids!"

The very harshness of what she'd just said to herself plunged Clara into
her funk again. But she was determined by now. It's what she'd do for herself
 for her 40th birthday: a makeover for the house.

"That might just push me into making myself over a bit!" she thought then
but realized what a scary thought that was, and pushed it away.

She grabbed the phone, determined now.

A chirpy, cheerful voice answered the phone immediately:

"Makeovers Inc, this is Charity."

"Uh, hi, my name is Clara Wilson and I was wondering about an appointment
to have you look over my, er, house."

(Clara realized that she'd almost said herself; she immediately banished
such thinking to the back of her mind, where she hoped it would stay and
leave  her alone.)

"Love to!" the chirpy voice said next. "Tell me where and a bit about  it."

Clara went on to give the address and describe her home to this  'Charity'.

"Oh," the light, yet sweet voice said next, "That does sound lovely. I can
come as soon as you wish."

"Well, I'm not dressed," Clara said, "Since it's Saturday but come ahead.
Let me just throw on some sweats and I'll be ready for you."

"Good enough," Charity said, "Expect to see me in about 20 minutes."

Clara flew up the stairs to the bedroom and tossed her old Indian blanket
robe onto the bed. She took off her flannel pajamas and grabbed a pair of
used  but serviceable sweats and a tee shirt. Then she remembered and took off
the tee  shirt, swearing now, and put a bra on.

"Otherwise," she said to herself, "You're a walking porno promotion,  girl!"

There was a giggle response to that somewhere in her system but Clara
couldn't quite manage it this morning.

She was barely finished, when she heard the door bell ring. She flew
downstairs now and went to the door, almost out of breath.

She opened the door and found a young, thinnish woman, probably mid 20's,
standing there. She had black stretch pants on, that looked like they were
painted on her, as shocking red tee shirt topped it off, and black ankle
boots.  Her hair was spiky and a dark reddish black color.

Clara put her hand to her chest, a little out of breath, and said:

"Hi, I'm Clara; forgive the way I'm dressed but it's Saturday."

"Charity," the young woman said, taking Clara's offered hand. "Please think
 nothing of it."

"Come in," Clara said, stepping aside as Charity walked in, and in the
process Clara couldn't help but notice the movement of Charity's ass cheeks
framed by the black stretch pants.

"Stop being a goon!" Clara said to herself severely.

"Coffee? Tea?" Clara asked.

"That would be nice," Charity said, "Then we can talk about your plans for
this wonderful house! What a great, great place to live!"

They went into the breakfast area, and all the while Charity was all eyes
for the house. She sighed a number of times, when she saw the features of
the  house.

"This house is super grand!" Charity said enthusiastically.

"I'm afraid that it's like me," Clara said with her rueful laugh, "It's a
bit faded and down at the heels!"

Charity giggled and said: "Nonsense, just a bit of sprucing up is all
that's needed."

Clara went completely and noticeably red at that and it caused Charity to
giggle again and say:

"I meant the house of course!"

Clara laughed and said: "Too bad, I need it worse than the house!" Then she
 broke off from that and forced herself to the main subject again:

"I just turned 40 and want to give myself a kind of gift and I think that
sprucing up the 'old girl'--that's what I call the house--is just the idea,
just  the gift that I want."

"Good for you," Charity said, smiling at Clara, "Sprucing up the old  girl!"

Clara blushed again and that caused Charity to giggle again, and say:

"Yes, I'm talking about the house too!' That got a laugh from both women,
which settled them down, and Clara pushed the issue of her own personal
makeover  away from her mind. She discovered very quickly that, despite her kind
of  prickly exterior, her decoration, so to speak, Charity was genuinely
warm and  easy to talk to. They found their succeeding conversation to be wide
ranging and  interesting.

They seemed to simply enjoy themselves, as they had coffee and Clara got
out some cinnamon rolls that she'd made.

"A birthday treat for me!" she explained.

"Good for you; you deserve a birthday treat!"

"Thank you," Clara said simply and her features wandered into a blush
again.

"I like it when you do that!" Charity said.

The comment took Clara off guard and she said: "Do what?"

Charity laughed her infectious laugh and said: "Blush!"

"Oh," Clara responded, "I do easily, I'm afraid."

"Well it's becoming!" Charity said, and they left the subject there between
 themselves.

Clara asked Charity how much time she had to spare, and Charity explained
that she was only going over the books etc, which was a terrible project for
her  today and had the day.

Clara laughed: "Maybe we should exchange here; I'm an accountant for Dawes
Inc, I run their finance department."

Charity brightened and said: "Maybe we should; let's keep that in mind. You
 can become my angel."

Clara blushed! Charity giggled.

Charity turned the conversation in a different direction then:

"Would you show me the house?"

"Yes, but I warn you, I've done no clean up!" Clara said and the inner
voice added an unnecessary:

"Not even on yourself!"

But again Clara pushed that voice away into the back of her head.

They went off to show the house, and Clara found herself, as they went
toward the stairs disappointed that Charity wasn't going to walk ahead of her
so  that she could get another glimpse of her ass.

That thought too was simply pushed back and away. Clara told herself
strictly to 'behave'.

They went through the house, including Clara's bedroom, where the dreadful
robe was still on the bed and her flannel pajamas were there also.

When they got finished with the whole walk through, they sat again at the
breakfast table and Clara said a nervous: "Well?"

It was then that Charity took over:

"You need a make over, girl!" she said firmly.

Clara nodded but then was shocked wide eyed, when Charity continued:

"Now I mean you, you personally, you physically; someone needs to help you
stop being, making yourself so drab."

"Ohhh!" Clara said and was suddenly close to tears.

But Charity went on:

"Don't you worry, girl, Charity's here and in charge and we're gonna do
this together, girl friends like."

"Ohhh!" Clara said again only this time it was a brighter 'ohh'. She was
surprised that Charity ended up knowing what was on her mind so clearly.

"Thank you," Clara said softly.

"No thanks needed, wait 'til you see my books!" Charity said and they
shared a laugh.

Then Charity plunged ahead: "I'm gonna take you and this lovely, lovely
house, the old girl, and make them shine."

Clara blushed!

"You'd best blush," Charity said "Because the makeover starts with you, and
 the house from the foundation outward."

"Ohhh," Clara said.

"You say that a lot," Charity quipped.

"I do, when I'm surprised," was Clara's answer.

"Surprised now?" Charity asked.

"Totally!" Clara replied. "You somehow know what was the basic thing that I
 had in mind all along. It's me. I need the makeover, and I don't know what
to  do. I'm 40 and I'm already old."

Clara cried then, and Charity moved to her immediately and pulled her head
to her shoulder in comfort. Clara put her arms around Charity and said:

"Thank you."

Charity's response was to give Clara a kiss on the cheek.

Clara brightened: "How and when do we start?"

"Today," Charity said. "I need to go and get a few things and I'll be back
and we'll be ready. I want to talk to you also about ideas for the house,
and  I'll warn you that we're going to begin with your bedroom. It has to be
changed  from a dark blah room to a place where a girl goes to find herself."

"Ohh," Clara said, and Charity laughed.

They went to the door, with Charity just a little ahead of Clara, giving
her the chance to scope out Charity's ass again.

Charity stopped, turned around and asked, hands on her hips: "Are you
looking at my ass?"

Clara blushed and shook her head a quick 'yes'; she didn't even think of
denying it.

Charity laughed and said: "Good! You just keep on, girl!"

Clara said: "Ohhh!" and Charity was gone.

Clara flew into action then. She knew that Charity was coming right back
and she wanted to shower and clean up first.

Charity was indeed back soon with a bag of what looked like cosmetic
products.

When Clara opened the door, Charity beamed at her and leaned in to kiss
Clara's cheek.

"I like you!" Charity said.

"Thank you," was Clara's response.

"Got my stuff," Charity began, "First task is the makeover of our Clara!
Ready!"

"No!" Clara said blushing.

"Good!" Charity responded, "I love a nervous woman."

"Ohh!" Clara said getting the corresponding giggle from Charity.

"You go first," Charity said, "No eye candy for you until we've done our
makeover."

Clara went up the stairs ahead of the younger woman and was self conscious
about it.

"Not bad," Charity said, "Lovely even, but too hidden!"

Clara looked at her and Charity beamed at her:

"Your ass, I mean!"

Clara put her hand over her mouth then and giggled.

"Come on, girl," Charity directed, "Bedroom will be our basis of operation
first."


Clara was responding like a school girl flirting or entering a crush and
didn't understand it at all. The look of concern and question were on her
face  because Charity said:

"Okay, tell me."

"You can read me that easily?" Clara said in wonder.

"Yep!" Charity said, "Spill."

"It's embarrassing," Clara said.

"All the better," was Charity's response.

Clara took a deep breath, she realized that there was no way that she was
going to not do what Charity told her to do. She didn't weigh that decision
or  instinct, whichever it happened to be; she just recognized that it was
there and  acted on it.

"I'm afraid that with the giggles and the 'ohhs' I'm acting like a school
girl here!" Clara said.

"Little crush going on?" Charity said with a grin.

Clara just nodded her head and Charity smiled, stroked Clara's cheek and
said:

"Good, business woman's got something going!"

Clara only smiled.

"Okay then, rules," Charity began. "While we do this, I'm in charge; you do
 what I say. Got that?" She was blunt about it.

"Got it!" Clara affirmed, not wanting to even think about where it was
leading.

"Okay, then first things first," Charity said. "I need to see you,  girl."

"See me?" Clara said in a tiny voice, realizing, however, what Charity
actually meant.

"Take your clothes off, please," Charity said.

"Off?!" Clara mentioned, simply struck by the idea, totally struck by  it.

"Or clothes your eyes and I'll take them off you myself," Charity said
then.

"Ohhh," Clara moaned.

"I love that sound," Charity said, getting up from the chair she was
sitting in.

But that was enough to get Clara moving; she grabbed the tee shirt she'd
put on and hauled it over her head, depositing in on a bedroom chair. That
left  her, above the waist, in a shapeless cotton bra.

"Bra's a no-no," Charity said, "Take it off, discard it. It's ugly."

"Ugly," Clara echoed and removed the bra.

"Here," Charity said, handing Clara a pair of large shears from the bag
she'd brought with her. "Cut it up; out with it!"

Clara shook her head 'yes' and actually cut the bra into pieces, putting it
 into a bag that Charity had brought with her.

"Very, very, very nice breasts, Clara! Shouldn't hide them in ugly
clothes," Charity commented to a blushing Clara, and taking time to run her palm
across Clara's breasts and nipples, getting yet another "Ohh!" from Clara in
the  process.

Clara smiled at the compliment and said a quiet 'thank you'; she was
frankly feeling overwhelmed here but not feeling any need to do anything about
it.

"Pants!" Charity said next, and Clara nodded; she'd gone far enough down
this road to not disagree with anything that Charity wanted. She just
reminded  herself that Charity was doing a job here.

She took off the pants she was wearing again, an older pair of sweat pants,
 and handed them to Charity.

"Out with them!" Charity said.

"Out!" Clara said, and Charity echoed: "Exactly; ugly!"

"But look at this!" Charity said next pointing to Clara's white cotton
panties, that had a tear at the waist band.

"Where's your drawer for panties?" Charity wanted to know and Clara went to
 the bureau drawer and opened it. It was filled only with the same kind of
panties.

"Okay," Charity said severely, "Cut them all up; every one of them!"

"All?" Clara asked, wide eyed.

"All," Charity said clearly.

Clara began to cut up her panties. One after another everyone in the drawer
 got cut up and disposed of until the drawer was empty. Clara stood there
not  knowing what to do next but realizing that she'd be told what to do.

"Those!" Charity said, pointing to the panties that Clara was  wearing.

Clara was nervous but by now had no will to assert to stop the  process.

"Yes," she said, realizing that she'd almost said 'yes, ma'am, '.

Charity laughed because she realized the nearness of that declaration  also.

"Off and cut them up," she said.

"But I won't..." but Charity cut her off:

"Clara, we go shopping for new underwear today, and you don't get to wear
panties because yours are so ugly."

Clara's response surprised herself totally, she giggled!

"That's the spirit!" Charity said, "And we'll see if you have a decent bra
next or else no bra either!'

"Eeeep!" Clara said in surprise.

"I guess 'eeeep'," Charity said. "Show me the bras."

Clara did and they found one that was lacy and Charity said that Clara
could wear it to shop. Then Charity wanted to look over the other clothes. Many
 of them were severe but serviceable for work but there were no acceptable
clothes that would make Clara look good.

"You've got nothing here that's even remotely nice!" Charity said, and
Clara began to cry.

"I know," Clara said, crying, and then quickly she was in Charity's arms
and Charity said:

"Hey, hey, girlfriend, that's why I'm here! We're going to take care of
this."

"We are?" Clara asked.

"Totally..." Charity said but was interrupted by Clara kissing her.

Clara didn't know why she did it; she loved the feel of it; she discovered
that she loved the idea that she was naked and Charity wasn't but she was
chagrined by having made the step.

"I'm ... I'm so sorry," she said in a shaky voice.

"No, no, no," Charity said, brushing her lips to Clara's, "No 'sorries';
nice kiss. Nice!"

"Thank you, ma'am," Clara said, finishing the sentence without  thinking.

Charity just beamed at her then.

"Good girl!" she said and then kissed Clara, and this time Clara's mouth
was open, her lips soft and the invasion of Charity's tongue was a flat out
turn  on for her.

And then Clara was crying again, and again she wasn't sure why.

"I know," Charity began, "I know Clara; I know. Here you are now 40 and
feeling left out and overlooked and kind of down at the heels like the old
girl  here."

"Yes," Clara said in a tiny voice.

"And I think that this thing that's going on now between the two of us is
kind of weird, kind of frightening, kind of sexy, kind of exciting, all of
those  things! That's what I think."

Clara shook her head 'yes' to that but didn't have words.

"And you're not just sure what little Charity is going to do, correct?" she
 asked next.

Clara shook her head 'yes' again, and Charity got really close to her and
said, lips to lips:

"Whatever I want! That's what I'm going to do!"

"Ohhh," Clara moaned and followed that with a 'yes'.

Charity hugged Clara to herself and said:

"But not now, honey, not now!"

"No?" Clara wondered out loud.

"No, first we're going to do a makeover for our Clara and then it's
shopping with Clara and Charity; the girl friends are going out to buy new  undies
for our Clara."

Clara smiled broadly at that.

Charity sat Clara down in front of the bedroom mirror and began to rummage
in her bag for items. She took them out one after another. She spent the
next 20  minutes working, first with her eyes, eyebrows and lashes, some face
cream and  then she spent the next 15 minutes with Clara's hair.

When Charity was done, she smiled and Clara, looking into the mirror at
what Charity had done gave out a loud "Ohhhhhhh! How lovely!"

"Exactly," Charity said, "How lovely is our girl. It's this way,
girlfriend. You have two personalities to show here. Your every day business  'Hi,
I'm Clara' personality is just lovely plain but here we have kind of the
alternative. It's the 'I'm ready for the world' Clara. You know that you're
beautiful both ways but this is how we want you for going out.

"Yes," Clara said, "Going out; I don't know how to thank you."

Charity laughed and said: "I'll show you a way later on, and in the
meantime you say thanks by being my girlfriend, when we go out."

"Oh, I'd love to do that," Clara returned.

"Okay, let's get the gorgeous Ms Tits 'N Ass 2010 something to wear,"
Charity said next.

Clara giggled and Charity motioned for her to go to the center of the room
and simply twirl around slowly. Clara did as she was told, holding her arms
in  the air.

"Wow!" Charity said, "If only everyone else knew what I know; there'd be a
stampede!"

Clara grinned and put her hand in front of her mouth to suppress the
giggle.

"Let's get you dressed, girlfriend, and we're off," was Charity's next
statement.

Charity went rummaging among Clara's clothes and came up with a pair of
white linen slacks that Clara said were probably too small. They were snug,
just  what Charity wanted. They fit around Clara's rounded ass like another
skin.

"This will drive them all nuts!" Charity said.

The slacks were topped off by a red silk 'v neck'. It was big enough to let
 a generous amount of cleavage show.

"Heel?" Charity asked. "Only these sensible shoes?"

"One pair of 'come and get me' heels that I bought once for a costume party
 and never wear.

They were produced and Charity declared that they were exactly right with
their four inch heels. Clara practiced walking with them on and got the hang
of  it pretty quickly.

They went to the mall to do their shopping. They were a smiling, giggling
pair, obviously friends out to do their shopping. The shopping was a hoot
for  Clara, who was really taken by the colors, fabrics and styles that they
picked  out for her new underwear collection, and a whole host of new
blouses, skirts  and accessories. They gathered a good deal of male attention,
which made Clara  even more giggly.

They stopped for a cup of coffee at one point. Clara put a hand on
Charity's hand and said:

"I can't thank you enough for all the help you're giving me."

Charity smiled at Clara and said: "Honey, at the end of the day, when I
have you naked and to myself, you'll get a chance to say 'thank you' with your
 lips and tongue, your mouth and all those lovely tits 'n ass parts that
you  have."

Clara blushed, and admitted:

"This is so sudden for me, so unlike me! I haven't even thought of doing
anything like this for such a long time. It makes me tingle."

"That is you ready for me, honey," Charity said, "And I want you to know
that I'm not just fooling with you. I'm not a 'do 'em and leave 'em' kind of
girl at all. You I want, in lots of ways doing lots of things, and I want
to  hear about what happened long ago that made you think of doing things."

That made Clara smile, and said wistfully:

"I feel so strange, so attractive; it's so much fun, and, yes, I will tell
you."

"Good," Charity said, "It is; it's fun. Here's what we'll do, a little
experiment. I want to show you; so you to walk around the mall and we'll see
who  talks to you. If someone wants to pick you up, they'll ask you directions
or  some trivial information to see if there's any interest."

"Really?" Clara asked.

"Really!" Charity said. "So, you go and walk the mall and I'll be a way
behind you and then we'll compare notes."

Sure enough an elegant looking older woman stopped Clara, as she was
walking and asked some directions. It was all that Clara could do to keep from
giggling. This is what Charity had told her would happen.

They talked just for a few minutes but in the process, the woman put her
hand on Clara's arm to make a contact. It gave Clara a shiver. She'd never
been  in tune with these kinds of things, and only breathed easily, when
Charity  finally caught up with them.

"Hey, love!" Charity said, and then: "Sorry to keep you waiting."

"No problem, I was just giving Jane here directions to Macys. Jane this is
Charity."

Jane nodded politely and thanked Clara, moving away a bit once Charity was
there. Then Charity spoke up:

"We need to go, the gang will be waiting for us."

"Oh, yes," Clara said, following Charity's lead. "Nice to meet you," she
said to Jane and they moved away.

They did notice, however, that Jane was following them discretely, as they
went toward a mall exit.

"We'll make a statement to her now," Charity said softly to Clara.

"How?" Clara wondered and then let out a little surprised sound, as Charity
 swept her hand down and placed it directly on Clara's ass, and began to
squeeze  her ass cheeks. It was then that Charity looked back and smiled at
Jane, who'd  stopped. Charity winked at the older woman, who nodded in return,
as the pair of  women left the building.

Charity took Clara for a drink; it was a quiet place called 'the Velvet
Embrace'. It turned out to be a lounge for women. Clara looked around in
wonder.  She also noted that the older woman had come in and was having a drink
there  also. Clara pointed that out to Charity, and Charity said:

"Wave to her, honey; it's nice to keep people's interest up."

Clara caught the woman's eye and waved. That brought a huge smile to the
woman's face, as she waved in return.

"Okay," Charity said then, "the bathroom is right over there. You go to the
 little girls' room and say a friendly 'hi' to our mysterious woman on the
way."

Clara gulped but got up and was ready to do what Charity told her to do.
There was for her a sense of contentment in doing precisely that: what she
was  told to do. It sent her mind back to scenes that occurred during her
college  days. But she pushed that thought out of her mind for later, as she
approached  the older woman's table.

"Hi," Clara said softly, "It's Jane isn't it?"

"Yes, it is," Jane said, "But I have a question for you."

Clara stopped her progress and waited for the question but was hardly
prepared for it, when it finally came:

"Are you wearing a thong or are you just not wearing panties?"

Then it was Charity's voice that chimed in:

"She's not wearing panties; I wouldn't let her!"

"How delicious!" Jane said.

"Her panties were all so ugly that I made her throw them all away and now
she has no pretty panties to wear, except what we finally bought for her
today."

"My, my," Jane said, "More and more exciting."

Charity stepped up and said: "I'm Charity and you already know our  Clara."

"In a way, yes," Jane said.

"Well, this is Clara's coming out party, so to speak," Charity said. "She's
 40 now and feels overlooked, although if you look at her closely, I don't
know  why."

"Isn't that the truth!" Jane said. "All that tits and ass!"

Clara blushed a bright red, causing Charity to remark:

"And she blushes. But, Jane, right now Clara's on the way to the loo, so
why don't you move over to this side of the table, and we'll both watch her
walk  back to the bathroom."

Clara blushed again and said: "Ohh!"

"She says that frequently," Charity said pleasantly. "Isn't she a
treasure?"

"She certainly seems to be!" Jane remarked.

Then Charity looked over at Clara, who was still looking at the two women
and she said:

"Bathroom!"

Clara 'eeeeeped' and turned to go to the back of the room to the ladies'.
Charity and Jane watched her closely, as she moved away, and although she
was  not trying to use a sexy walk, the wiggle of her ass cheeks against the
tight  white fabric was entrancing.

Clara returned in just a little bit, and found Charity and Jane deep in
conversation.

"Welcome back, love," Charity said.

Jane looked at Charity who was grinning now from ear to ear. The booth that
 they were in was a round one. Charity instructed Clara to move over so
that she  ended up between both Charity and Jane.

"That way we each get to have a hand on you," Charity said, kissing Clara
on the cheek.

"Ohhh, nice!" Clara said. Then she thought for a moment and said:

"I really have to ask forgiveness here; I'm so out of my depth that I can't
 even decide what's next. I've never, since college, had so much attention
paid  to me. I just don't know..."

Charity covered Clara's hand with her own and said:

"We know that, love, and we'll be good guides for you."

"Will you, oh, will you?" Clara said, tears glistening in the corners of
her eyes.

"She's the genuine article," Charity said to Jane who nodded her  assent.

"Okay, sweets," Charity said then, "The college story: tell!"

Clara blushed, and both Jane and Charity laughed, causing Clara to join in
the laugh.

"I'm enjoying this so much!" Clara said, "I'm so glad that I called for the
 makeover expert!"

"Makeover is taking place!" Charity said.

"Yes, ma'am, it is," Clara said and Charity beamed at Jane, who nodded to
show that she too noticed what Clara had said.

"Oh, college," Clara said. "Well, when I was a freshman, I was put into a
room with a senior. She wasn't pleased to have me in the room with her. Her
name  was Tina. She was a very popular athlete. At first I was somewhat in
awe of her  but she tended to dismiss me, and gradually it made me angry, got
under my skin.  So, one day we had it out, and the argument ended with Tina
dismissing me with  the words: 'Kiss my ass!'

"I still don't know where I got the courage to say what I said next but I
said, bristling with self confidence that I didn't really feel: 'Bare it!'

"Tina just stared at me and then did something that I had never, ever
expected. She walked over to where I was sitting on my bed and with a determined
 look on her face, pulled her running shorts, and her panties down and
stuck her  naked ass right in my face!"

Charity and Jane both broke into laughter, and Charity said:

"Wonderful, what did you do?"

Clara got a faraway look on her face and went on:

"If I don't know where I got the courage to say the 'bare it' then the
courage or inspiration to do what I did next is a total mystery to me, but it
was also the beginning of all that happened afterwards. I stuck out my
tongue  and licked her ass crack!"

Clara was blushing furiously, when she said this. Both Charity and Jane got
 huge smiles on their faces and Charity said again:

"Wonderful! Better and better!"

Clara knew that she had to continue:

"She reacted then, Tina did. She turned to me, her shorts and panties still
 down around her thighs and she said very softly: 'I thought so!'

"I looked up at her and was very still, not knowing what she'd do next; I
half expected her to slap me."

"And did she?" Charity asked.

"No, she grabbed me and pulled me to my feet, and kissed me. It was, I
remember a soft and wonderful kiss, almost as though she were taking possession
 of me, which in fact she was. I melted into it, and let her do what she
was  going to do. Then she broke the kiss off and I remained a little addled,
just  looking at her and smiling. She said: 'Clara, Clara, ever been with a
girl?' My  answer of course was 'no'. 'Goodie!' she said next."

Clara stopped and took a drink of her drink. She had a faraway look on her
face. Charity covered her hand with her own and Clara smiled at her.

"Pleasant memories?" Charity asked.

"Yes, pleasant memories!" Clara said, as Charity kissed her cheek.

"Go on," Charity said.

"Yes, um ... ma'am," Clara said, smiling at the two of them, who were
paying rapturous attention to her story.

"Then," Clara went on, "She pulled up her shorts and panties. I admit that
I let out a kind of sound of disappointment. It slipped out of me before I
knew  what I was doing or saying. She just smiled at me, and said: 'Here's
what we're  going to do; I'm going to take a shower, and when I come back, I
want you in bed  naked. Clear?' I had no will to oppose anything that she
wanted right then and I  answered: 'Clear!'

"She went to take her shower and I took my clothes off. I was not quite as
'big' then as I am now but almost. I waited, I will say impatiently.
Eventually  she came back; she locked the door and took her robe off. She was an
athlete and  built like one: smallish breasts, lovely thighs and hips, and
ass. I was all  eyes looking at her, as she approached the bed that I was in.

"'Covers off, show me, Clara!' she said, and I obediently swept the covers
down and off of me. I was naked. I didn't know what to do next, and, with a
kind  of shame, I told her as much. She smiled and said that I should leave
it all up  to her.

"Then she was crawling onto the bed where I was and my heart was pounding
through my mouth, I was so excited. But she took over totally. The first
thing  that she did was to lie down next to me. I remember that she was
stroking my  face and then kissed me. It was a wonder of a kiss and so exciting to
feel her  nakedness pressed against mine. There was a softness yet a hard
demand to it; I  don't know, it's hard to describe.

"You're mine now, Clara, my Clara," she said softly, and I knew the truth
of that, undisputed truth. "Come out here with me now and let's prove that,"
she  said to me next and almost bodily hauled me out of bed, I had no will
of my own  by that time. This was totally new and totally exciting to me.

"Then she had me on the floor on my knees, in front of her, almost a
position of worshipping her. I looked up at her and she was grinning at  me."

"Ready to eat me, my Clara?" she asked.

"Yes, Tina," I said softly and she pulled my face into the nest of her
pubic hair and crooned to me: "Lots of tongue, seek your goal and I knew
instinctively what to do."

"Oh, yes," she sighed, "Clara knows how to eat pussy!"

"And that's what I did, and she said that I did it really well. And then
she wanted me on the bed playing with myself, and that was harder to do than
eating her had been but I was still turned on and I lay back and did it.
She  made me open my eyes and stare at her, while I played with my pussy. It
was so  exciting, and I knew again the truth of her telling me that 'I was
hers'.

"But then she was ready for bed; she snuggled down and was asleep pretty
quickly but I couldn't sleep; I was so horny that I was ready to explode. It
took me a little bit to decide what to do. I knew this much at least about
Tina,  she was the world's sounded sleeper. I got out of bed, giggling at
what I was  going to do.

"You see, I wanted to eat her again. It had been so good and so exciting
but I wanted her to kind of know that I'd done it. So, with a wicked thought,
I  got out of bed and put on really bright red lipstick. I carefully pulled
the  covers off of Tina and began to kiss my way down her naked belly,
leaving a  trail of lip marks."

Clara giggled, and continued: "By the time I was finished eating Tina
again. She had the red lip marks all over her. I went back to bed and played
with myself again but I left the red lipstick setting out, where it could be
seen."

I woke the next morning with her standing over me and grinning at me. She
was naked but was still decorated all over with the lipstick. I had the
covers  pulled up to my nose and had a huge grin on my face. I was so shocked
that I  had, had the courage to do that. It seemed like such a decisive step
for me. She  yanked the covers off and said: 'Good morning, dirty girl! What
did you do last  night?' My response was simple: 'I ate you again, Tina!'
'So I see, ' she said,  climbing into the bed and placing one of her thighs on
either side of my face.  Then she settled down and I had her wonderful
pussy pressing down on my face, my  lips and my nose again. I seemed to be lost
in this new world of sex that I'd  never ever anticipated.

We set a kind of pattern like that. It was discrete but it was frequent.
All she had to say to me was that she was going to take a shower, and I knew.
By  the time that she'd be back in the room, I'd be in bed, naked and
waiting.

It lasted for a year; for her year. It was her last year and afterwards, I
mean after graduation, she just kind of faded. I mean, gone, nothing  left."

At this point Clara wiped her eyes and Charity moved over and, to Clara's
surprise, put her arms around her. The thought of that bereavement, brought
back  again, was overwhelming for Clara, surprising but overwhelming. Clara
let  herself sob into Charity's shoulder.

"Bitchy thing to do!" Charity said, and then: "Let's dance."

"Please, just let me say that after that I was always skittish; I was
afraid, you know that I was becoming or was ... a..."

"Lesbian?" Charity suggested.

"Yes," Clara said with another sob.

But then Charity broke in: "Or just someone who enjoys both men and  women?"

Clara looked at her through tear filled eyes. It was a new thought.

"I don't know!" Clara said.

"We're going to find out," was Charity's comment.

"We are?" Clara asked in a tiny voice.

"Yes, my love, we are."

All the while, Jane was sitting back and just watching, as though making a
decision. She said then:

"Hey, guys, this old broad has to go; I'm going to leave you to it."

"Dance first," Charity said, "We'll sandwich our girl on the dance floor
and show her how the girls dance."

Clara giggled at that point and they went to the dance floor. They moved to
 a fairly dark part of the back of the dance floor. It was filled with
women in  various embraces, dancing and, many kissing. Clara was turned on by
the sight  and the nearness of Charity. They began a slow dance and Clara let
Charity take  her in her embrace. She pushed herself against Charity and
then felt Jane  pressing against her ass.

"Ohh, this is nice!" Clara said.

"We'll make you pay for nice with the next dance," Jane said.

"You bet," Charity chimed in.

The slow dance ended but not before Charity said softly to Clara, forcing
her to make the decision: "Kiss me, Clara; the make over is proceeding."

Clara didn't hesitate, she leaned forward, feeling the pushing of Jane's
breasts into her back, and kissed Charity. She kept her mouth slightly open
and  realized that Charity wanted her to initiate any tongue contact. She
did. Then  she could feel Jane's hands at her hips and then clutching the swell
of her ass  cheeks. She moaned into Charity's lips.

Then the music picked up, and they danced again. They went with the rhythm
and both Charity and Jane were bumping against Clara, in front and behind.
Then  Charity snuck her hands down and unbuttoned the waistband of her white
pants.  She put her hands at Clara's side and tugged the pants down until
they were  around her knees, leaving her naked ass and pussy in plain view.

"Ohhhhh!" Clara said.

"Like that?" Charity asked, mouth against Clara's.

"Like that, ma'am," Clara answered, totally subsiding into her submissive
role.

Then both Charity and Jane switched positions a little so that they were
dancing now with their backs to the wall, and Clara was dancing with her
naked  ass to the room. She also had her legs spread so that her pants didn't
fall down  further.

There were many women who stopped just to watch.

The dance ended and Clara reached for her pants to pull them up.

Charity said a soft: "Don't!" and Clara left them.

At that point Jane's phone rang and she answered it, and then explained
that she really did have to go. She collected a kiss from Clara, while running
 her hands across Clara's naked ass and a hug from Charity. She gave
Charity her  phone number and said one last time that she was sorry to have to
leave.

"Our Jane's gone," Charity said, "Unhappy about that?"

"She made me nervous," Clara said, "I don't know, she kind of got in the
way of the two of us."

Charity laughed, a kind of a crystal laugh and said:

"Clara, darling, you're so genuine. Jane was hovering around hoping to
maybe scoop you up from me; take you into a dark place and get her pussy eaten
and then go home to her hubby in suburbia."

"Ohhh!" Clara said.

"Sounds nice?" Charity asked softly.

"Not as nice as you," Clara said, brushing the side of Charity's face with
her lips.

"My Clara!" Charity said and initiated a kiss.

The music swelled again, and Charity said to Clara, again mouth to  mouth:

"Big finish to the dance now, siren."

"Yes, ma'am," Clara said, clinging to Charity. "Tell me please, and I'll do
 it."

Charity laughed again and said softly: "Take the pants off now and dance,
Clara."

Clara pulled her pants down and struggled out of them and then was in
Charity's arms. She said softly into Charity's ear:

"May I talk please?"

"Yes, sweet ass," Charity said, licking Clara's ear.

"I don't know what to do. I mean Tina eventually left me and ... I just
don't know what to do."

"I'm in charge of the makeover, honey," Charity answered. "I'm in charge of
 our Clara now. I want Clara and I want Clara later in that lovely house."

"Oh, good," Clara sighed, "Just, just tell me; tell me."

"Well, first of all, we dance, and then we'll go home and I'm going to take
 a shower. Do you understand, Clara?" Charity said.

"Yes, ma'am," Clara said, "Completely."

She then took Charity's earlobe in her mouth and chewed on it a bit.

"Bad girl!" Charity said, "Knows how to treat her Charity."

"But show me, always show me; tell me, make demands; I'll do them, I'll
certainly do them!" Clara whispered back.

"I know you will, Clara, my Clara; I just know you will," Charity said.
"Now let's get rid of that lovely shirt!"

"Oh, this is exciting," Clara said, taking the red silk v neck off and
depositing it on a chair with her pants. She automatically took off her bra,
and  wore only her shoes.

"Now isn't Clara the hit of the room?" Charity said. "Just isn't  she?"

"So exciting!" Clara whispered. "Everyone's looking."

"Yes, they'll come to watch and see if I let you go, and then the wolves
get you," Charity said.

"And then what would they do to me?" Clara asked, absolutely tingling at
the feel of Charity's hands on her ass.

"Take you to dark places and use you," Charity said.

"Oh dear!' Clara said.

"Like the sound of that, Clara?" Charity asked.

"I'm afraid I do; you bring out that side of me!" Clara continued.

"Not tonight!" Charity said, loud enough for a group of women nearby to
hear. "She's only mine tonight."

One of them nodded and said, in a hoarse voice: "Next time!"

Charity looked at Clara and then said back to the woman: "Yes, next time; I
 get to watch!"

"You do indeed," the woman said, "You're the Boss."

"Am I your boss, Clara with the magnificent ass, it's what they call me
here, Clara the naked? Clara the desirable? Clara my pussy girl?" Charity
asked.

"Yes, ma'am," Clara said and then let out a loud groan as Charity pushed a
long finger into Clara's ass hole.

"Ahhhhhh!" Clara squealed and the watching women laughed.

"Do her, Boss!" one said.

"Make her lick your finger, Boss," another voice said.

"Want to do that, Clara? Want to lick Charity's finger? Know where it's
been?" Charity almost taunted Clara.

"I want to do what I'm told," Clara said, actually taking the finger into
her mouth and washing it with her tongue.

Charity turned to the women then and said:

"Girls, she's ready for me, and I'm going to take my bitch Clara home; but
how 'bout a kiss for each of you before we go?"

They gave her an appreciative look and moved in. Clara with a throaty
'eeep' was suddenly surrounded by them, being kissed, being mauled, with hands
on her ass, hands at her nipples, hands delving into her pussy. She was
completely overwhelmed by it. Then they nodded to Charity, who had gathered
Clara's clothes and handed her the v neck and her white pants, but discarded
the  bra into a nearby waste can.

"Ohhh," Clara said.

"You're so full of 'ohhs' tonight," Charity said, "And there are more to
come!"

"Yes, ma'am, I hope so," Clara said, as lost in Charity as she ever had
been in any other person, and contented with that totally.

Clara looked over her shoulder at the figures of the retreating 'wolves'
and said to Charity: "They look so fierce."

"Well, in their way they are," Charity said, "That's why I said that, if I
let them have you, I'd be there. They like at times, when the mood strikes
them,  to beat on a girl, make her beg, plead. They think it's fun."

Clara shivered. "I don't know that I'd like that."

Charity smiled at her: "I'm a lover, sweet darling, I might spank you now
and then but I'm not going to beat you. Unless you ask for it."

"Ohh," Clara said, and then added "Spank!"

"Hmm, I'm really getting your attention tonight," Charity said then.

Then she noticed a bit of commotion toward the back, where the 'wolves' had
 gone, and she said:

"Come with me, I'll show you."

They walked back to the door and went into a back room. There were four of
the rough looking women that Charity referred to as 'wolves'. In the middle
of  them was a matronly lady, probably between 50 and 60. Wearing a demure
red skirt  to the knees, a white blouse and sensible red shoes with
moderately high heels.  One of the wolves was kissing her, as she struggled a bit.

Clara watched wide eyed.

The kiss broke up and the lady said: "No, please, this is a mistake; you
need to let me go."

"A mistake you made, Helen," came the answer.

It was at that point that they looked around and saw Charity and Clara. One
 'wolf' said:

"Hey, it's the Boss and her babe." Then turning to the nervous matronly
woman she said:

"This is the Boss, she's cool. Tell you what, Helen, you make your case to
the Boss and if she accepts it, then Helen, you're out of here."

The woman turned to Clara and Charity with a kind of relief smile on her
face:

"Boss?" she inquired.

"That would be me," Charity said. "You are?"

"Helen," the woman said, "Helen Gaines."

"Hi, Helen Gaines," Charity said, "You have a question?"

"Uh, yes, uh, please," she said, "This is a mistake."

"Yes?" Charity said then, listening.

Clara stood a little behind Charity, she found herself being turned on by
the idea of the dark room, its rough 'wolves', and, strangely, the seeming
plight of this woman. She couldn't help think that she liked the idea of the
 woman being here, so civil and urbane and out of place and now, in danger.
She  breathed her hot breath onto Charity's neck and slowly pushed her
right tit  against Charity's arm. She rubbed the tit and nipple against
Charity's arm a  bit, hoping that Charity would notice and the others wouldn't.
Charity did but  at least one of the others did also.

Charity trailed a hand, while talking to Helen and rubbed it up and down
Clara's stomach but one of the 'wolves' winked at Clara, who blushed, causing
 the 'wolf' to laugh.

"I, uh, don't want to be back here," Helen said.

"Fine, then why are you?" Charity asked.

"I, uh, told, uh, Meg, that I'd meet her back here," Helen said.

"Did she force you?" Charity wanted to know.

"Well, no," Helen said.

"Were you surprised to see the others here?" Charity asked.

"Well, no," Helen said, "Meg said that the others would be here."

"But now you don't like it?" Charity asked.

"I don't think that I do, not sure," Helen said, showing a bit of confusion
 at this point.

"Helen, Helen," Charity said, running her hand across Helen's cheek. "I
think that you should give them a chance. It seemed really exciting a few
minutes ago, right?"

"Right," Helen answered, after a brief pause.

By then Clara had dropped a hand down to cup Charity's ass cheek; she felt
as hot as the proverbial firecracker, wondering what they'd do to Helen.

Charity went on, after pushing her ass cheek slightly back at Clara's  hand:

"Here's what I think is going to happen," Charity said next. "Meg and the
girls are going to take your clothes off Helen, and I think that you're
going to  want to stand there and let them."

"Oh," Helen moaned, her face getting red but not bothering to deny  it.

She turned to Meg then and said: "I think that someone should oblige her,
give our Helen the ride that she secretly wants."

Helen only looked on, pale now and glancing at the 'wolves' who were
watching her intently.

Charity continued: "Take her clothes and play with her; she'll like  that."

Helen moaned again and said a very civil: "I'm sorry, ma'am, for causing a
problem here."

"Thanks, Boss," Meg said.

"No problem," Charity said to Meg. Then she turned to Helen and said:

"Enjoy your walk on the wild side, Helen."

"Thank you," Helen said then in a tiny, nervous voice.

Meg was there in an instant, and the others also. Clara watched transfixed,
 while Meg unbuttoned the spotless white blouse that Helen was wearing,
without  even a word from Helen. The blouse was tugged out of the skirt and
given off to  one of the other 'wolves'.

Helen wore a camisole, which Meg dealt with quickly by fetching a large
knife from her pocket. Helen squealed and jumped but Meg growled:

"Still or I'll cut your nipple off!"

"Yes, yes, Ma'am," Helen said, as Meg cut the camisole away from her.

The bra was dispatched quickly and a hand snaked around from behind Helen
and grabbed her nipple, twisting it hard. Helen closed her eyes, at the pain
and  sighed a great sigh.

Clara was now standing fully behind Charity, and rubbing her stomach and
pussy against Charity's ass.

Meg undid the side button of the skirt and unzipped the zipper. The skirt
went down revealing a pair of thigh highs and red satin bikini panties.

Meg just grinned at Helen, as she dragged her belt off of her waist. "Take
your panties off, Helen," she said. "You want what we have here."

"Yes," Helen said, and then stammered: "Yes, I do." She whisked the panties
 then down and off.

The scene provided a contrast that was delicious: the urbane, older,
totally naked woman and the rough looking others, who were dragging belts off
their waists, as their naked play thing waited, her arms cross under her large
 tits, just waited.

Charity took Clara by the hand then and walked her toward the door. They
stood there long enough to see three of them with belts begin to wail away at
 Helen, who shook into an orgasm rather quickly, after the belts began.

Meg looked over and said: "Thanks Boss." Then she blew Charity an air kiss
and Charity returned it, holding onto one of Clara's ass cheeks, as they
left  the room, still hearing Helen's moaning and cries, as the belts
continued their  work.

Clara, as they left the room, was stunned; she turned to Charity and kissed
 her. She was shaking. She was almost incoherent.

"Oh, my gawd was that hot! Do to me whatever you want," she said. "Take me,
 share me! Make me like Helen in the back room."

Charity kissed her again: "Sounds like makeover is almost complete. Now
home and shower."

They left then, hand in hand.

That night was a reprise for Clara, a total reprise. She was in bed; she
was naked; she could hear the shower running. Charity had said to her in a
very  pointed way:

"I'm going to take a shower now, Clara!"

"Yes, ma'am," Clara had responded, alight from the tension of it, and the
thought of waiting for Charity as she had always waited for Tina.

The light was subdued and soft, when Charity came into the bedroom from the
 bathroom. Her nakedness was haloed by the light from the bathroom.

"Take the covers off, bad girl," Charity said and Clara obeyed instantly,
showing Charity her nakedness.

"That's my girl," she said. "I want you to know, Clara, that I'm not going
to go away like Tina."

"Oh, thank you," Clara said.

"Clara's mine," Charity went on, "Simply mine. I want the babe with the big
 tits and lovely round ass, and I want the grand old house."

"Yours, just yours!" Clara responded.

"But right now," Charity went on, "I'm coming for Clara's mouth."

"Ohhh!" Clara sighed.

"Yes, missy, 'ohhh'!" Charity said with a soft laugh. "And just what is
Clara's mouth going to do?"

"Anything that the Boss wants!" Clara said resolutely, absolutely meaning
it.

Then Charity was on the bed, her knees splayed out on either side of Clara
but she'd turned around to face the foot of the bed and be able to bend and
kiss  Clara's pussy hair. She did that and got another sighing 'ohhh' from
Clara.

"Clara, like what you see?" Charity asked.

"Love what I see," Clara said, "Lovely ass, Boss."

"Good now this is the first and is the declaration," Charity went on. "I
want you to make love to my ass!"

"Ohh," Clara sighed breathlessly, and leaned her head forward, grabbed
Charity by the hips and began by kissing Charity's ass cheeks.

"The declaration," Clara said to herself, "That's what was never there with
 Tina. I was only used, not bad but not like this. This is wonderful!"

Her kisses strayed into the crack of Charity's ass. Charity made a moan
herself and then lowered her own head and began to kiss Clara's pussy  hair.

"Mmmmmmm!" Clara moaned and swept her tongue up and down the full length of
 Charity's ass crack, finally reaching the rosebud of Charity's ass hole,
and  licking at it.

Charity moved in a few minutes, after letting Clara lick at her. She was
lying on top of Clara and kissing her, whispering to her:

"Clara, you're mine now! Whirlwind courtship! Big stuff here! All  mine!"

"Finally," Clara said, "You came for me."

"Here's this for my Clara," Charity said next, and moved so that now she
was presenting her pussy to Clara.

Clara ate Charity and then Charity licked the moisture off of Clara's face
before moving and eating Clara. Clara turned out to be very vocal in the
process, and Charity loved that.

They lay exhausted after a bit.

"Long day," Charity said.

"Long day," Clara admitted, "Can't believe all that has happened."

"I left a gift for you on the nightstand," Charity said.

"Ohhh," Clara giggled, when she saw a tube of bright red lipstick  there.

Clara used it that night, as she knew she would. Charity slept soundly.
Before putting on the lipstick, Clara said, to the night and to the sleeping
Charity:

"I love you Charity. It's crazy! It's been so short a time but I am so
wrapped up in you!"

Then she went on to decorate Charity. The red lipstick prints were all over
 Charity's body. In the morning, when Charity went into the bathroom, she
hooted  and came out saying: "You are outrageous, girl!"

Clara was grinning at her with the covers pulled up to her chin. Charity
pulled the covers off of Clara and jumped on her for a kiss.

"Charity's decorated!" Clara said!

"Charity likes it!" was Charity's answer.

They dismissed the craziness of any idea of the two of them having 'found'
someone, and just decided to obey their instincts. The work on the 'old
girl'  got going in earnest.

Clara was as good as her promise. She took time from work to go and look at
 Charity's books. She swept into the office, pleated mini skirt swirling,
large  breasts pushing against a silk v neck shirt, wearing daring slut heels
and told  the smiling receptionist who she was and that she was here to
help with the  books.

"Charity said that you were to go in as soon as you were here," the
receptionist, Nancy, said politely.

Clara entered the office and shut the door behind her.

"Boss!" Clara said.

Charity smiled and nodded.

Clara moved then, immediately her silk v neck was on a chair, and her bra
on top of it. Then her skirt was next and her yellow panties. Then Clara as
on  her hands and knees crawling toward Charity, who moved her swivel chair
so that  Clara could get at her.

Clara ate Charity first through the gusset of her panties and then she
removed those and ate her for real.

"Good morning, ma'am," Clara said, when she was finished and sitting back
on her heels.

"Good morning, love!" Charity said, going to her and raising her up for a
hug and a kiss.

They spent much of their time together, as much girlfriends, as actual
lovers. Clara did get Charity's books straightened out and the projects for the
 'old girl' went swimmingly.

About six weeks later Charity announced that they were going to have a
special evening. She even oversaw Clara's clothing for the evening, dressing
her  in a mini skirt with big buttons down the front and a simply, tasteful
blouse,  and 'slut heels'.

Clara let out a loud 'eeep', when she realized, that night, that their
destination was 'the Velvet Embrace'. Her head swiveled and she said in an
astonished and excited voice:

"Helen?"

"Tonight!" Charity said.

"You'll be there?"

"Every minute!"

"Ohh!" Clara said.

They went to the bar and were drinking, when Charity told Clara that she'd
be right back. Clara was drinking, when she was embraced from behind. She
stiffened a bit, when she noticed it didn't feel like Charity. Then she
heard  Meg's voice saying:

"Gonna play with the wolves tonight, Clara?"

"Yes, maybe," Clara said breathlessly.

"Frightened, Clara?" Meg asked next.

Clara noticed Charity then, standing by her and she smiled as she admitted
to Meg that 'yes' she was frightened.

"Okay, procedure," Meg said, "You come first and alone. Go into the back
room. The Boss will be coming right after you."

"Yes, ma'am," Clara said, all tingly. She didn't see Meg nod to Charity, as
 she moved away from Clara, nor that Charity was smiling.

When she did look at Charity it was with a kind of mask of concern on her
own face.

"Now?" Clara asked.

"If you're ready and you want," Charity said.

Clara stopped and said: "I want to please you always, Charity; let me do
this to please you."

Charity stroked Clara's face and said: "Clara, you always please me."

"Then, yes," Clara said, "I want to do this."

She walked slowly but resolutely back to the back room. She went in and
shut the door behind her, knowing that Charity was coming. She never expected,
 even in her fright, the reception that she got.

Hands grabbed her as soon as she entered the room. She was pulled back and
forth by three of them. In almost a flash her skirt was simply gone,
buttons  shooting across the room, and fabric of the skirt lying aside.

"Ohhhhhh!" she said, as she was tossed among the three large women  again.

This time it was her blouse that shed its buttons everywhere and joined her
 skirt on the floor. Then someone grabbed her by the back strap of her bra
and,  apparently with a knife, slit through the bra, adding it to the pile.
The knife  wielder did her panties next and Clara was left breathless with
only her 'slut  heels' on. All of this took not even five minutes to
accomplish.

Once she was naked, strong hands held her wrists together above her head
and bound them to one another by a leather strap. The strap was attached to a
 hook from the ceiling. And Clara, helpless, breathing hard and completely
turned  on, was strung up to the ceiling of the back room, naked and waiting.

Then the door opened and Charity came in. It had been only seven minutes
that Clara was in the room.

"Thanks, Meggy," Charity said, "Blanch, Ronnie!' The three large women
nodded to Charity and said: "Any time, Boss, she's a fun one, lost of squeals
and noises, while being prepared."

Then they left.

"But the wolves," Clara said, and Charity answered:

"Honey, I'm all the wolf that you need!"

"Ohh!" Clara said, a blush of red suffusing her and breaking into a  smile.

"And aren't you gorgeousness itself," Charity said, stroking Clara's
nipples with her outstretched hands.

"I don't think that I'll ever get used to you saying that to me," Clara
said.

"Then I'll keep saying it over and over, love," Charity said, pinching the
nipples now and getting a little squeal from Clara.

"What shall we do, oh what shall we do with our Clara?" Charity said in a
sing-song voice.

"Shall we treat her nice like the special lover that she is?" Charity mused
 and went on: "Shall we do this maybe?"

When she'd said that she licked a nipple getting a mewling response from
Clara.

"And then this?" Charity went on, this time biting the end of the  nipple

"Awwwww!" Clara groaned, and Charity grinned at her, did the same to the
other nipple.

"Shall we go back here and play with Clara's nice, nice fanny?" she cooed.
Then she kissed Clara's ass and said:

"Clara, my Clara, you have a wonderful fanny!"

"Thank you," Clara said softly.

"Kissable!" Charity said, kissing Clara's ass.

"Biteable!" Charity said and Clara 'eeked' immediately, waiting for the
inevitable, and Charity laughed and said:

"Clara, Clara, you're so much fun to play with, you're a carnival all by
yourself. I'll never tire of playing with you. Bite now!"

"Eeeeeek" Clara said again, as Charity bit her ass cheek and then moved to
bite the other one too.

Charity trailed her hands along the skin of Clara's back, as she walked
round and round, singing: "Clara, Clara, hanging there and at my mercy; Clara,
 Clara what shall we do now?"

"Anything!" Clara said.

"Like this?" Charity asked, as she stopped her circuitous walking and
pushed a finger into Clara's pussy.

"Ohh, yes!" Clara said, writhing on her bound hands. "Yes."

"Or this?" Charity asked, as next she moved around the hanging woman again
and pushed a finger into Clara's ass.

"Yessssss!" Clara said.

"Or maybe best is this!" Charity said then, as she grabbed a chair from the
 side of the room and placed it directly in front of Clara. She maneuvered
Clara  so that her legs were now draped over her shoulders and Charity put
her mouth  directly on top of Clara's pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Clara sighed, as Charity held onto Clara's lovely ass
cheeks and began to eat her pussy in earnest.

The noises for the next ten minutes in that back room were love noises. It
was Clara continuously moaning and the wet, wet sound of Charity eating her
 pussy.

Finally, Clara was bucking and bouncing on her bonds from the force of her
orgasm. Then Charity was hauling her down until they could be face to face.
 Clara cooed at her and licked her own juices from Charity's face.

"I love you, Charity," Clara said.

"I love you too, Clara," Charity said. "Had enough fun for tonight?"

"Exciting, thrilling, totally with you!" Clara said.

"Makeover is complete!" Charity said. "Job done. Now you're mine,  period!"

"Oh yes," Clara said.

"Home," Charity repeated, and began to gather up Clara's discarded clothes
and haul her down from the ceiling hook.

"Home," Clara agreed, putting her arms around Charity's neck for a  kiss.