Date: Mon, 08 May 2023 15:33:28 +0000
From: Samantha Burnett <samerotica@protonmail.com>
Subject: Hostess at Ladies Night, Part 8 (Lesbian / Authoritarian)

Hostess at Ladies Night Pt. 8
By Samantha Burnett

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This is a sequel to "Hostess at Ladies Night Pt. 7", and you should
probably read the other parts to understand this one.

This story contains: Lesbian, Humiliation, Objectification, Reluctance,
Anal, CFNF, NonConsent, Violence

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It had been three anxious months since that last, horrible encounter with
the Tigres gang. I had been watching the local news wide eyed the following
day. There had been footage of a rival gang shooting, and the messy clash
with the police that had followed. The images of the mansion on the hill
had me frozen to the couch, but the mugshot of both T and Bones that
appeared next had me run off to the bathroom and throw up. There had been
arrests. Deaths. Enormous amounts of drugs were seized. I hadn't been able
to process it.

I hadn't been able to sleep during the nights that followed. I felt like a
ghost after nights of being wide awake, lying down, feeling restless, then
getting up again. I didn't answer the texts on my phone. I just couldn't
type whenever I stared at them. I only frequently checked to see if any
unknown number had tried to reach me, and felt tense whenever I did it. I
felt tense all the time. I had felt disoriented during my walk to the
grocery store after the first few days. I avoided looking at my body in the
mirror. I wanted to deny the existence of that tattoo.

Then, after a week or so, I finally entered a more rational phase. I tried
to get my thoughts in order. I knew for a fact that T was arrested, and if
I had interpreted the news correctly, so was Bones, and a lot of the other
gang members. I tried to make myself believe that this was the end of all
this. That I was safe, and that I didn't need to worry any longer. That no
one was going to remember me. That all of it was in the past. A nightmare
from which I had now woken up.

Gradually, I started to pick up my life again, although there was a
constant undercurrent of fear, of paranoia. Going back to the gym was the
first thing I did. Then I started to focus on studying again, although that
was extremely difficult. I had a few Skype calls with my parents and my
little sister again. I told them everything was okay, and used stressing
about finishing college papers as an excuse for my absence. My parents were
worried about that, while to me, that seemed to be the least of my
worries. My best friend had noticed how I wasn't really listening to her
when we finally met up for some lattes again in the coffee place near the
university, like we used to. I used the same excuse for being absent
minded. Study stress.

As the weeks passed, there had been moments where I had forgotten all about
it. I had thrown out all the things in my house that reminded me of the
stupid, stupid thing that I did. The clothes, the ridiculous stripper
shoes, everything. I had removed the piercing from my belly button and put
it in the trash. The only thing left reminding me of that horrible
adventure was that tattoo on my hip. I looked into getting it removed, but
it seemed expensive, and even more so, mentally painful. I wasn't able to
face it. No more navel shirts or bikinis for me, I figured. I'd have to
learn to live with it. Probably for a long time.

I didn't want to maintain the landing strip between my legs anymore, so I
shaved it all off. I didn't want those memories anymore. I got a new
haircut. Shorter. No more wavy long hair, shoulder length hair was going to
be my new look. A Samantha that had nothing to do with the horrible things
that had happened. I considered dyeing my hair, but I postponed it because
I couldn't decide on a color.

Even though my sleep was improving, every now and then I suddenly woke up
screaming. I considered seeing a psychologist, but I didn't know how to
start a conversation like that. I couldn't tell anyone about what had
happened. I didn't want to. The shame I felt about the things I had done
ran very deep. I hoped the nightmares and the occasional anxiety attacks
would simply wear off over time.

It was one of those nights where my mind had been at relative peace. I had
been able to focus on studying, and with my hair still wet, dressed in a
comfy white shirt and panties - I had even thrown out all my thongs except
for a few - I walked to my desk to check for new messages on my phone. It
felt as if I could feel the pulse of my heart in my throat. Three missed
calls from an unknown number. I stood there paralyzed for about a full
minute, trying to breathe, trying to calm down. It was as if something was
in the air. My legs trembled as I went to sit on the couch, my heart
beating like crazy. I tried to tell myself it was probably just some stupid
marketing call center. Or some scam caller.

No voicemails had been left. I considered calling back, even if just to
ensure that I was safe. But I didn't dare to. I felt scared. Instead of
finding out who it was, I turned off the light, and slipped into bed. I was
going to hide in my bed. I was going to hide from life.

I was wide awake, in the dark. I tried to think of other things. Nice
things. Beautiful things. Movies. Good memories. But just as I was trying
hard, the phone buzzed on my nightstand. I cringed. The same number. No. I
wasn't going to pick up. I wasn't there. I was going to pretend I didn't
exist. Tomorrow was going to be another day, and the calls would have
stopped.

I was sweating, my heart was pounding, as I lied there in the dark, curled
up under the sheets. No. This wasn't happening. I wasn't going to have
it. I wasn't going to let these evil people back in my life. Was it really
them? Wasn't there anyone else in the world who would have a reason to
reach me urgently? An hour passed, while every minute seemed like an hour
in itself. Every second I was afraid the phone would buzz again.

But something far worse happened. I felt a spasm in my body as I suddenly
heard two loud knocks on the door. I cringed. Another knock.

"Open the fuck up, bitch."

As scared as I was, in that moment I was more afraid of the neighbors
finding a few gangsters at my door. I had no idea who it was, but I knew
I'd better open the door quickly. I rushed out of bed, in my shirt and my
panties, panicking as I heard yet another few knocks. My hand was shaking
as I then opened the door of my apartment. I was instantly eye to eye with
Big Mama, and a tall gangster I wasn't sure I had seen before. My heart was
racing, as I stood there speechless, while Big Mama's piercing eyes seemed
more furious than I had ever seen.

They just stood there for a few seconds, while I was frozen to the floor,
before Big Mama stepped towards me, and without saying a word suddenly
grabbed my hair, and dragged me into the hallway of my own apartment. I
grimaced, while I noticed the tall gangster stepping inside as well,
switched on the light, and closed the door. Big Mama, the small, scary old
woman, roughly pushed me against the wall, and I could just turn my face in
time so that my nose wasn't bashed against the wall.

"We gonna have a little talk. About loyalty."

I heard Big Mama from right behind me, as I felt her hand slip under my
shirt, her fingers over my naked stomach as she reached up, higher, and
without mercy, took my right nipple in between her fingers, and started
twisting. I breathed fast, through my nose, while my legs were trembling. I
thought about trying to push away her arm, to fight her, but fortunately my
fear was stronger.

"All this time, we hear nothing from you. We call, you don't pick up. Huh?
You gonna explain why you think you don't need to pick up the goddamn
phone?"

She twisted harder in that bullying way, I squirmed, closed my eyes,
clenched my teeth, squirmed again. The pain was intense, but I was too
paralyzed by fear to even dare to move an inch.

She finally let go of my nipple, and her hand slid from my breast to my
back under the shirt, roughly hooking her hand under the waistband of my
panties, and I felt her hard knuckles rub over my bare cheeks before she
pulled it down to my knees. My panties slid to my ankles, just before she
forced my head down, lower and lower. I knelt on the floor, terrified. She
didn't let go of my hair. I felt how she had a firm grip around my hair
while pushing my head down, forcing me on my hands and knees, and there I
was, crawling with her as she started dragging me with her into my own
living room, barely noticing how my panties slipped off my feet and were
left in the hallway, barefoot with just my my wide shirt on, crawled up to
my waist. I was in deep, deep shit.

She led me towards the couch, my own couch, and sat down on it while
keeping a firm grip around my hair, forcing me to sit on my knees in front
of her, and tugging my hair once again so I was looking directly into her
fierce eyes. Those eyes I remembered so well, and had hoped to never ever
have to see again. My fear made me blush, and my thighs were trembling.

She just kept looking at me, into my eyes at first, then down, while at the
same time, I noticed how the tall gangster had approached me, and reached
towards the hem of my shirt, roughly pulling it up, revealing my body, and
as terrified as I was, I even stuck up my arms up, and Big Mama finally let
go of my hair, only to let the shirt get pulled roughly over my head by the
gangster behind me, and there I was, sitting fully naked on the floor of my
own apartment, intimidated by the gangsters I wished I'd never have to deal
with again. But she didn't give me much time to think.

"Spread those goddamn legs!" she shouted, and right after, I felt a rough
kick of her foot against my thigh. I cringed, and quickly opened my knees,
which made me feel even more vulnerable than I already did.

I felt extremely tense while looking into her eyes, not daring to look
away. Those eyes were demonic. As if she was accusing me of many things
without saying anything. I sat there for seconds, while she just stared
into my eyes, feeling my body shake, wanting to tell her I was sorry, for
whatever it was I did or did not do, just to save myself from god knows
what she planned to do with me.

While looking at Big Mama, I then felt the other gangster reach for my
wrists, and I didn't even have the time or capacity to think about what was
happening as she then moved my hands to my back, holding my wrists firmly
together, right before I felt something sharp tie around my wrists. I
couldn't move my hands anymore. I felt so scared that I felt I needed to
pee.

Once my wrists were secured, it was the other gangster's turn to grab my
hair and pull it tightly, painfully even, with me still looking at Big Mama
with my face tilted.

Big Mama's eyes finally wandered down, over my now naked breasts, down to
my stomach, her eyes lingering on my pussy, which for some reason felt so
weirdly intimidating.

"Goddamn pretty white bitch.." she mumbled, while then hunching forward to
me, and suddenly I felt a hard, sharp slap across my face.

"Pretty white bitch without goddamn respect, huh?!" she shouted again, I
cringed, and another hard slap in the exact same place followed.

My jaw hurt like crazy, my cheek stung, but I was too scared to make a
sound, while I felt a tear roll down my cheek. And another. I saw spots in
front of my eyes, and for a second I thought I was going to pass out. T had
slapped me like that once, back in the club, but the way Big Mama did it
felt even more relentless, more violent.

Big Mama reached out, slowly, and took my chin in between her thumb and
index finger, pushing, making me tilt my face even further, while I did not
dare to look away from her piercing eyes, blurred by my tears, the
reflection of pure evil.

"And there I was.." she started, her voice low and so threatening,
"thinking this pretty little bitch was gonna be smarter than that. Thinking
this bitch knew what her place was. Thinking this bitch was gonna be
loyal.. turns out she's just another ungrateful hoe."

She paused, but kept looking at me. My head was pounding, and tears kept
flowing down my cheeks, and I expected another crack every second.

"You been playing dead while the family's going through some rough times,
you been disrespecting. And I ain't tolerating disrespect from
anyone. Especially not a hoe."

She paused again, before she raised her voice.

"Now there's one thing worse than disrespecting, and you better tell me the
truth, hoe."

She reached out and suddenly grabbed my throat, squeezing it tight, I had
trouble breathing.

"You been snitching? Huh? Answer the fuck up hoe. You been snitching?"

"No." It must have sounded more like a squeal than a word.

"You better not be lying bitch, cause I'm gonna find out if you lied. I'm
gonna ask you one more time. You been snitching, bitch?"

"No," I squirmed once again.

She kept her grip around my throat for another few seconds, staring at me
as if really wanting to make sure I was telling the truth.

"Take care of her," she then said with a low, calm voice, while she finally
let go of my throat.

I didn't know what to think. I couldn't think. But before I knew it, the
gangster behind me yanked my hair, hard, and I had no choice but to stand
up, my hands still bound by those sharp tie wraps behind my back. I started
crying, I was desperate, terrified. What were they going to do to me!

"Please, please.. I didn't tell anyone! Please!" I cried, as the gangster
roughly yanked me with her through my apartment, away from Big Mama, as I
looked back at her though the blur of my tears, my body heaving. But there
was no time, no reversing her order.

"Please I'll do anything! I didn't tell.. I didn't tell.. please.." I
begged, but there was no way back.

The gangster dragged me into my apartment's bathroom, and I felt so deeply
scared. She was going to hurt me, I was sure of it. I remembered all too
well how threatening T had been back in the club, even having one of the
women show her scar to me. And now it was my time. What should I have even
done!

"No, please.. I swear I didn't tell.. please.." I kept crying as she pushed
me inside, unable to move my hands, completely at the big gangster's mercy.

She held me still, and reached in her pocket. A black plastic bag. Oh god
no, no.

"No p..pl.."

But it was too late, she was already pulling the plastic bag over my head,
I had difficulty breathing already, and the idea of not being able to see
what she was going to do frightened me even more. This was the end of it,
the end of it all.

I felt how she pushed me forward, pushing me against the bathroom wall. My
body was shaking as I stood there against the cold bathroom wall, naked, my
hands tied, that bag over my head. Then I felt something strangle me. She
was tying something sharp around my neck, and on top of barely being able
to breathe, I felt that I couldn't move my head anymore. She had tied my
neck to.. something. I felt I was choking.

It was as if my life flashed before my eyes. My parents, my younger sister,
my friends, my high school, the parties I had had. Was it really all going
to end here? I felt myself fainting, in between flashes of memories.

Then I felt how she pulled my cheeks apart, and a second later, I felt
something hard press against my anus. It was painful, but I barely even
registered it. Then everything went dark.

There was no dream. Nothing. A long nothing.

When I woke up, the first thing that I noticed was the smell of food. I was
in my bed, laying on my side, feeling very dizzy. As if my muscles were
completely relaxed. It felt as if I had been under anesthesia.

The memories of what had happened before were slowly coming back, but
somehow, now I didn't panic.

After what seemed like half an hour, the tall gangster who had dragged me
to the bathroom came walking into the bedroom, while eating from a box of
Chinese food.

"Well look who finally woke up, if it ain't the lucky girl," the gangster
smirked.

I just stared at her, and I heard foot steps. Big Mama joined her.

"Shit, that bitch lost it even before I got a chance to rip that ass."

"Well maybe she's smart after all.." Big Mama replied, without any sign of
amusement on her face.

Big Mama stepped into my bedroom, and sat next to me on the bed,
immediately pulling the sheets from my naked body, all the way down. She
started stroking my outer thigh.

"Now, I hope I clarified things a bit for you. I think you gonna work a
little harder, ain't you, bringing in that bacon for the family."

I was still scared of her, despite the drowsy feeling that I had, although
it kept me from flinching when she calmly but surely reached under my knee,
and lifted it, so that my thighs were spread apart. I obediently held that
position, while she then slid her hand between my thighs, and casually
started stroking my pussy.

"Yes Big Mama," I said, with a tired voice. My body felt completely worn
out, while I passively let her play with my pussy.

"Good.. I think maybe we can tell T the good news 'bout her girl, she been
asking about you."

I wasn't sure what she meant. Wasn't T in jail? I had seen it on the
news. But I was barely able to think, everything seemed to happen in a
daze.

But then I heard Big Mama talking on the phone behind me.

"Sup T, I got a little surprise for you."

"A surprise huh."

Then she put the phone in front of my face, and lifted my arm as a sign to
take it from her. A video call, and I could suddenly see T's face right in
front of me.

"Princess girrrl!"

I saw that all too familiar looking face, wearing something orange,
probably a county jail uniform, smiling wide, something I had never seen T
do.

"Damn I missed that pretty face, getting warmed up just thinking 'bout you,
babygirl. Been boasting 'bout my baby in here, a lot! Damn you look good,
you all naked for me baby? Is Big Mama taking good care of you? How 'bout
you point that phone down over that soft babygirl body of yours, gimme
something to look at."

I smiled faintly, out of politeness, out of fear, and then awkwardly
pointed the phone down, towards my bare breasts, and down to my naked
tummy. I didn't dare to go further down, with Big Mama's fingers still in
between my legs, casually stroking my pussy.

"Mm that's what I'm talking about babygirl, damn. Show me that pussy too
baby, and those pretty legs. I wanna see them pretty feet too."

Somewhat nervously, I then pointed it down, and I was sure she could see
Big Mama's fingers in between my legs.

"M-hm.. that's it. Mama's taking good care of you I see huh. No dick in
that pussy yet, huh?"

"No.." I answered awkwardly. I hadn't had sex ever since this whole gang
nightmare.

"Mmm good, you gonna keep it that way, that pussy is no go area for
dick. Maybe you should visit me in here some time, there's so many of us we
basically run this place, you know what I mean? Doll you up and we'll play,
have a good time. Can't wait to feel that nice tongue again. Show off those
legs and your feet babygirl, you look fucking hot."

I continued pointing the phone camera down my thighs, down my legs, and
even towards my bare feet, while I wondered if she was serious. Was she
really expecting me to go down there, wherever she was?

"M-m-mmm. Maybe you can call me from time to time, my number's changing a
lot but you can always ask Big Mama, alright baby?"

"Mhm," I answered, reluctantly, not feeling too sure about it. This was so
awkward.

"Aight I gotta hang up baby. Show that sweet face one more time. You gonna
take good care of Big Mama? Help us with our little cash flow problems?"

"Yeah.." I answered, even though I hardly knew what that meant, while
pointing the phone back to my face so she could see.

"Call me again soon, yeah baby?"

"I will."

And with that she ended the conversation, and Big Mama took the phone back
from me.

"Alright now listen up," Big Mama said as she reached from behind me and
made me look over my shoulder to her by calmly grabbing my chin. "You're
gonna have a few obligations from now on. I want you to bring in three K
every week. No dick, you heard T. There's a phone on the kitchen counter,
that's the only phone you use when you work for the gang and when
communicating with clients. When you leave the house for the gang, you
don't bring your own phone, you bring that phone. Is that clear to you."

"Yes Big Mama," I said, while trying to let whatever she said sink in,
although I had trouble doing so, partly because of how drowsy I still felt.

"Good. Now there's also some cash and a piece of paper with a few addresses
on it. That's where you gonna get your hair and nails done, and get some
working clothes. When you go to those addresses, you tell them Mama sent
you. You don't mention no names, no nothing, that's all you tell them."

She paused, until I nodded, trying to process everything.

"Now sometimes there'll be a message on the phone with an address you go
to. That's when we arranged a client for you. But that don't mean you don't
arrange clients yourself. You better be working hard to get clients, new or
existing. When you meet a client, you send the address and time to a
contact called 'C' in the phone. You'll get a message back when you'll be
picked up. You never go to a client on your own. Once a week you gonna
deliver the money. Three K, every time, no exception. Once in a while I'm
gonna need your company, and you also gonna be at the club only on female
only nights to get more clients, those are a good opportunity for new
clients so you better work hard to get them."

I nodded again, while I felt the nerves in my body grow, as my new reality
was sinking in. She was actually becoming my real pimp. And I was going to
have to make real money. For her.

"You ain't got to worry about paying your rent or any of that shit no more,
Mama's gonna make sure you got enough cash. In turn, you're gonna help the
family. You ain't gonna reject anything a customer wants. All you do is
upsell, never reject. If I ever hear about you rejecting shit, you're gonna
be in a lot of shit. Is that clear?"

She looked at me with those piercing eyes, and immediately I could feel
that aggression again.

"Yes Big Mama."

I wouldn't have dared to disagree.

"Good," she said after a pause. "Now you better sleep off them drugs, and
start working hard tomorrow, with only female clients it's gonna be a lot
harder to bring in that three K. But you're gonna work hard and prove your
loyalty to the family this time, and if you don't, a lot of bad shit will
happen, not only to you. Is that clear."

"Yes Big Mama," I said, while my heart was pounding. They were very, very
serious about this.

"Alright, keep a close eye on that phone and make sure you got work coming
in. And work on your tan."

And with that, she finally withdrew her hand from my pussy, and got up from
the bed. Without a word, both Big Mama and the other gangster left my
bedroom, and I could hear the apartment door slam shut.

I felt dizzy. And even though there was so much on my mind, I could not
withstand what they gave me. I pulled up the sheets, and fell into a deep
sleep.

I woke up the next day at around 1PM. I still felt tired when I got out of
bed, but that feeling changed to one of intense stress when I saw the
things Big Mama had put on the counter. An old fashioned burner phone with
a charger, the piece of paper with the addresses she had mentioned, and
2000 dollars cash. My allowance for the month. Admittedly, it was much more
than I needed, but even the fact that I'd receive money from that gang to
facilitate my life made it feel even more as if I was starting to be
controlled completely.

I turned on the phone. No messages. One contact in the contact
list. "C". The first few seconds I was relieved that there were no
messages, but I quickly realized that this might be a bad thing. I had to
make that, what, 3 thousand dollars per week! Three. Thousand. Where was I
even going to start!

For some reason I felt desperately alone. All I had was this phone, and the
goal for the money to be made. It felt as if I was completely on my own,
with no one I could turn to for help.

With my thoughts all mixed up and my chest pounding, I finally decided that
first I needed to take care of the things on the list. Hair, nails,
clothes. Tan. All of it felt so surreal. To be ordered to take care of my
body, rather than it being my own choice.

I quickly put some clothes on, and just as I was about to leave with the
intention of using Maps to find the address, I realized that I was doing
something for the gang, and that I couldn't bring my own phone. I wasn't
sure if for this sort of thing the rule even applied, but I was too afraid
to mess things up. I'd have to plan the route upfront, and then hope I'd
find it.

Scribbling down the train and bus stops on the piece of paper, I left my
apartment. The stress was killing me. For some reason it felt as if I had
to hurry, while I really didn't have a clear plan on how to go about all
this. Three thousand within a week. How.

The first place on the list was the place where I'd pick up clothes,
apparently. It turned out to be some small sex shop in an alley called
Delicate Sins. I had to get this over with. I pushed the door open, and got
inside. The place was cramped, full of sex toys, lingerie, DVDs even. Who
even watches those? I felt awkward as I approached the counter, and there
was an older woman with curly brown hair behind it. Was I just supposed to
say what Big Mama had told me? What if she didn't know what I meant, or who
that even was? Wouldn't it sound crazy?

"Hi," I said, awkwardly trying to get her attention as she was doing
something on her phone.

She looked up.

"Mama sent me," I said, with my heart pounding.

She sighed, as if it was a burden for her.

"Follow me," she then said, as she walked into one of the cramped lanes
behind the counter that seemed to be the stockroom.

She stood still, looked me over, as if sizing me up, from head to toe, then
bent towards a row in a rack of shoes, and handed me one white platform
high heeled shoe. If I hadn't worn shoes like that before, I'd be
shocked. It was crazy what I had already been through, and to imagine that
I had sworn off ever wearing such shoes again, and now being pulled right
back in all of this felt deeply frustrating.

"Try this one on, bare foot."

I bent down, and awkwardly unlaced my right sneaker, and took off my sock,
after which I stepped into the very high heel.

"How does it feel?"

"Feels okay."

She took another look.

"It's too big, you'll get tired walking in those pretty soon, honey."

I just stood there, and she handed me another. She seemed more satisfied
this time.

"Wait here, I'll get your things."

Apparently she knew enough even without asking my sizes, and I saw her
collecting packages from the stockroom shelves, putting them into two large
brown bags.

Meanwhile, I suddenly felt the burner phone buzz in my pocket. Nervously, I
got it out, and noticed there was a message.

"Appointment tonight at 9PM for 2 hours, strip tease, pickup at 8PM."

That was all it said. A customer. So this was what my life was going to be
like? Getting messages on my phone, and having to be present? And did I
have to answer them? And where was I going to be picked up?

"Thanks. You mean pickup at my place or..?" I typed back, while the woman
in the store was still collecting things.

"Your place." I received back almost immediately. I had no idea who this
person was.

So tonight I was going to work again. Work. And to think I once started
doing something similar just for kicks.

After another while, the woman came back, with the two large brown bags,
filled to the rim, and handed them to me. They weren't heavy, fortunately.

"If you need more, you just come back. Alright?"

"Okay."

"Well, see you next time," she said, as I stood there, pondering whether or
not she would have to be paid. It seemed to be taken care of.

"Okay, thanks," I said, and awkwardly made my way out of the store.

The next address was only a few stops from this one, and with two large
brown bags, one on both hands, I got off the train at the second
address. Another somewhat obscure place. An Asian beauty salon.

There weren't any customers inside the place as I entered, and a small
Asian lady came walking from the back, a questioning look in her eyes.

"Hi, Mama sent me." I felt myself blush as I said it again.

"Nails and hair?"

I nodded. She took another look at me.

"Spray tan?"

I had never gotten a spray tan before as I was used to sunbeds, but I
figured it'd actually be the quickest way. I didn't feel like laying down
for a long time with all my thoughts driving me crazy anyway. I nodded.

The next two and a half hours were spent in that place on getting my spray
tan, the first time I was getting naked in front of someone in a while, her
putting artificial, light pink nails on both my fingers and my toes, and
getting my hair and eyebrows done. Having cut my hair a lot shorter than it
was a few months ago, now it felt downright humiliating getting extensions
in my hair that made me look like some kind of beauty doll. I was deeply
conflicted about the transformation that was being forced on me.

The whole time, the Asian lady didn't speak a word, which was fine by me,
because I did not feel like talking at all. I simply worried
constantly. What if there weren't going to be enough customers? What would
I do? I tried to think of people I could ask, but who did I really know? I
promised myself to try really hard at the next club night. I simply had to,
it seemed like my only chance.

The only number I had was of that woman named Debra, the friend of that
cruel Kath. Kath. Oh god. Would I be forced to reach out again to them?
After everything that happened, after everything she had put me through? I
didn't want to think about it. I had a customer for that night after
all. Live life one day at the time, I tried to tell myself. Although in the
back of my head, I knew that things didn't work like that. I didn't want to
think about it.

Finally then, all dolled up, I looked at myself in the mirror. I suppose
she did a good job, but I hated the image of the beauty doll I was seeing
in the mirror. God. Even the idea of appearing in public like this
frustrated me.

"Come back every two weeks, okay?"

"Okay.. thanks," I answered reluctantly, and once again without paying
anything, I left the salon.

During the trip home, it felt as if everybody was looking at me. And some
people really did seem to be looking. Guys, girls, I swear I got stares the
whole time. I stared out of the train window, trying to avoid any form of
contact, until suddenly I heard a young girl's voice.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

There were two young girls sitting across me.

"Yeah..?" I answered reluctantly.

"Can I ask where you get your hair done?"

The question stressed me out. For some reason, I didn't think I could give
that address to anyone.

"Oh just a friend," I said with a slight blush. I was bad at lying.

"Oh okay." She paused. "So.. like, she doesn't do other people's hair?"

"No not really," I answered, with a polite smile.

"Okay. Well it looks really cool."

"Thanks." I even managed to smile politely again, even though I was burning
with frustration and shame.

"Can we have your Insta?" the same girl asked after a short pause.

The question surprised me, to say the least. Apparently they thought I was
some kind of model.

"Oh I don't use it."

The two looked at each other, as if they thought I was from another planet,
but just nodded in the end. I didn't want attention. I wanted to get out of
there. I wanted to hide in my apartment.

Once home, I drank some green tea after which I went to lie on my bed, and
tried to reason logically.

The money. So far so good, I was going to make money tonight. But what
about tomorrow? Or the day after? What was going to happen if I didn't get
any more messages on that phone? I knew I was still going to be expected to
come up with that insanely large amount of money. What options did I have?
Post an ad on some website? What, with pictures and everything? And would
Big Mama even approve of something like that? They went all the way when it
came to keeping things secret, it seemed. Should I ask her if it was
allowed? I did not even know how to contact her. So if that wasn't an
option for now, what should I do? Was it almost ladies night again at the
Stiletto club, where all of this had started? I had some hopes for
that. First Tuesday of the month. That was actually next week. But that was
Tuesday next week, and it was only Wednesday now. Could I possibly postpone
getting new clients myself for a week? That seemed very risky. What other
options did I have? Debra. I should have her number somewhere still. But
god.. those cruel women. And I hadn't exactly left them on good terms the
last time. Would they still be interested..? It seemed like such a
desperate option. Maybe see what would happen in the next days? And then
maybe try that if nothing came rolling in? I couldn't believe I was
stressing about money for sex. To think all of this had started because I
just wanted a little adventure. How stupidly naive I was.

I finally started grooming myself, just like I had done for those few
adventures I had already had, except this time it felt so very
different. It hadn't really been about money those other times. It had been
either about adventure, or because I was simply forced to. And what should
I even expect from this appointment tonight? The only thing I knew was that
I was supposed to perform a striptease. I had done that before, back at the
club, when I had been back there probably under false pretenses. I had even
given a lap dance. I should have put a stop to all of this at that
moment. But I had been too naive, once again. And a striptease for two
hours..? Or was there more to it? I tried hard not to overthink it, but it
was difficult not to stress about it.

I finally unpacked the content of the two large paper bags. It was just
like at the club. And at the mansion. Stereotypical hooker wear, lots of
it. Three pairs of stripper shoes, skirts that looked ridiculously short,
stockings, fishnet pantyhose, tiny thongs, skimpy bras. I was barely
registering what I unpacked as I put a number of items in a duffle bag so I
could take it with me to the appointment. I included two of the three pairs
of shoes to fit it all in the bag.

I ate some crisps while I was waiting, it was the only thing I seemed to be
able to hold down. I had my makeup done, heavier than usual, a bit like I
had learned from being at the mansion. They had made it clear enough that I
was always expected to look like some kind of bimbo. I still couldn't stand
looking at those hair extensions in the mirror. My hair was long again,
with volume that looked completely exaggerated. Pretty. The opposite of
what I had wanted to look like after my last awful few days with the gang.

Finally, about seven minutes before 8PM, I stood outside my apartment,
wearing just normal clothes. Linen beige pants, white sneakers, a white
shirt, a denim jacket, and the duffle bag over my shoulder, anxiously
looking to see if there was a car that stopped to come and get me.

Then, at 8PM sharp, I saw a black Mercedes with blinded windows stop right
in front of me at the sidewalk. I instantly knew that was the one. I
recognized the type of car from the time I was involved with the gang. My
heart was pounding again as I stepped towards it, and opened the passenger
door.

"Hi," I said, while peeking in.

Behind the wheel was an older black woman, dressed completely normal,
seemingly in her late forties, voluptuous. I had expected a gangster type,
but she didn't look like it. No braided hair, no baggy pants, just a
perfectly normal looking woman.

"Hi honey, get in," she said.

I stepped into the car, put the duffle bag in between my feet, and closed
the door.

She extended her hand to me, which I shook awkwardly.

"I'm Candy, you must be Princess."

Candy. Was she a prostitute too..?

"Yeah.." I said, too surprised to say anything else.

"Nice to meet you. Alright, let's get going," she said, as she then drove
off.

"I understand it's your first time like this?"

I wondered what I should answer. Like this? Should I tell her about the
experiences I already had? But she was clearly informed, or at least
informed enough.

"Mhm, yeah."

"Alright. Well we had some contact on the phone today."

So it was her. I was glad that now I at least knew.

"I'm gonna be your contact for anything related to what you're doing. It's
important that you don't do anything on your own, except getting
clients. And when you get a client, you're going to let me know about the
time you've got this client planned. If I have conflicting schedules, I'll
let you know. Also, always keep your phone close to you, even when you go
to bed. Sometimes there will be last minute appointments, and I need you to
be ready. I need to know that you understand that."

She looked at me, as if waiting for my confirmation.

"Yeah I understand," I nodded.

"Good. Because if not, both you and I will be having problems, and I think
we both don't want that."

She kept quiet, while she followed the route on the navigation system in
the car.

"Now about these appointments," she continued, "there's a few things you
need to stick to at all times. First of all, you don't do anything without
receiving money first. First they pay, then they get it. Same for any
extras. Money first, action later. No exceptions, even when they try. And
always put the money away before continuing. The base rate that was agreed
with the client for this appointment is 200 per hour, but it can vary
depending on the day or time. Most of the time it will be 200. I'll let you
know when it changes."

I nodded, although I wasn't sure she noticed.

"Now secondly, always keep an eye on the clock. It's nice for a client when
they get a bit more time, but not for you, and not for me, because it will
mess up my schedule when I come pick you up and you're showing up late. I
prefer to not have to get you out of someone's place. So keep your phone
around, or try finding the first clock you see when you enter someone's
place. I recommend bringing a small purse into the room if you don't have
your things around, and just act like you're looking for something, while
you check the time on your phone."

I realized I didn't bring a purse, I only had my bag. I'd just have to find
a clock this time, or make sure my phone was around somehow.

"Now about this appointment, you should know that this is an all female
appointment," she then said.

Finally a remark where I could show some confidence.

"Yeah.. I can only do female appointments," I answered, using the
opportunity to not come off as a complete newbie.

"How's that?"

She looked at me, seemingly surprised. Did she not know about this?

"Because T doesn't.. she doesn't want me to have appointments with men."

She gave me another look, after which she kept her eyes back on the road,
seemingly pondering.

"So you're T's girl," she finally said.

"Mhm," I answered, awkwardly.

"What's your weekly goal?" she said, after seemingly thinking about what I
just said for another while.

"Three thousand," I answered, and I felt that tension, that stress once
again taking hold of my body as I said it.

She sighed.

"Well better you than me honey. That's a lot of money to be made from only
women."

It was my time to stare in front of me, stressed out even more than I was.

"Alright, well look. You might just pull it off, alright? You're nice
looking from what I can see. Innocent young face, always a plus."

I nodded, although I doubted she believed the target was realistic. Still,
I appreciated her comforting me. At least she was trying.

She kept driving, and I followed the route on the navigation panel once in
a while.

"Alright, I'll give you some tips on how to get more clients, and what you
should or shouldn't do."

I felt comfortable with her. She seemed to feel slightly sorry for me. The
first person who did so genuinely it seemed, apart from maybe Alexa at one
scarce moment, back at the gang's mansion, but she had always been so
awkwardly distant at the same time, perhaps because of the language
barrier.

"So first of all, since this is a strip party, there are probably going to
be more women. So that provides an opportunity to get more clients. You
just act friendly, be nice to them, act enthusiastic, and then you can drop
some hints. But while you do, never openly solicit. They don't like
that. It makes you seem aggressive, and they'll think you immediately want
more money. Be subtle, and when you offer more, always do it one on one,
without anyone else hearing it. They want discretion as much as we do."

I nodded. I was already feeling so thankful for sharing this type of
professional information. I needed it badly.

"Now secondly, always be subtle when you're upselling. If you're not
subtle, you come off as aggressive again, and they might not bite unless
they're drunk. You have to keep them wanting more. It's especially
important with women."

She paused, while I nodded, not sure if I completely understood how to go
about this when the time came, but it'd have to do. I was going to be
subtle.

"Now also, be clear about any boundaries. That saves discussions you don't
want to have. Always be clear about what they can and can't expect. For
instance, since this is a strip party, you make it clear to them that they
can touch, but no touching the pussy. That way you leave them wanting, and
they won't suddenly turn it into some kind of sex party. You can always
upsell, but never go too far, and be strict about your boundaries. Same
with sex. If there's sex and they want anal, you should agree on that
upfront. If it turns out they want it during, then you negotiate again, get
the money first and put it in a safe place. Most customers get that, but
some will really try to test you, trust me."

Again I nodded, trying to process everything she said. She sounded very
experienced, and it felt I was no longer completely alone in this, while at
the same time I found it difficult to accept that all these things were
part of my new life.

"And if you ever get in trouble, you try reach for your phone, message me
the number 6, just the number, and I'll make sure it'll be taken care
of. But only when you're in serious trouble. First try to deal with it
yourself. I won't be happy when you alert me for bullshit reasons, and you
won't either."

She looked at me once more, as if she tried to see whether I understood. I
just stared at her.

"I don't mean to scare you honey, just trying to protect you. Anything bad
happening to you isn't good for me either. We got a deal?"

"Yeah. Thank you.." I said, and I meant it.

"Anytime honey." She paused. "Now there's one last thing. The messages on
the phone, they will only be about appointments or when there's a bad
situation. Nothing else. Don't ask me things, don't get in touch with me
for other reasons. If you have any questions, you ask me in person."

I nodded again, although I regretted that this was apparently a rule too. I
expected to have many more questions. Still, I was glad that I had at least
someone to talk to.

The car took a right, then a left, into a suburb, and we started driving
slower, until we were apparently at the right address.

"Alright honey, time to get to work. Be nice, act like you enjoy it, and
remember all the other things. I know you can do it. I'll pick you up here
at 10:15, so you have 15 minutes to freshen up and get dressed. If you need
more time because the customer wants it, let me know at least half an hour
in advance."

"Thank you," I said again, even feeling a bit emotional. She really seemed
like a person who'd understand me if I had problems, even while she was
being very upfront about certain things. If anything though, I appreciated
the clarity.

I opened the car door, lifted the duffle bag, and got out of the car. As
soon as I closed the passenger's door shut, the car drove off. I was on my
own, in front of an ordinary suburb family house, where the curtains were
closed, although I could see the light on through the curtains.

I took a deep breath, before I then made my way to the front door, and rang
the doorbell, still having no idea who or what to expect.

I saw how the light behind the door flashed on, a silhouette appeared
behind the door, and the door opened.

In front of me stood a woman probably in her late forties, dressed in
slacks, a blouse and flat shoes. She smiled widely at me.

"Hello, come in!" she said, enthusiastically.

"Hi, thank you," I said, smiling politely as I stepped inside, into the
hallway of the house, while she let the door fall back into its lock.

"So you must be Princess, I'm Ella, it's nice to meet you," she said, as
she extended her hand.

"Nice to meet you," I said, as I shook hers briefly.

"Wow, you look gorgeous already," she said, as she clasped her hands
together.

"Thank you," I awkwardly responded.

"Well come on in! Everyone's waiting for you," she said, as she then turned
and walked in front of me. I followed, with the duffle bag over my
shoulder.

I could already hear voices from behind the door. There seemed to be many
people chatting and laughing.

She opened the door, and led me into a spacious living room, where I could
see five, no, six women sitting in a circle. Two couches opposite each
other, and chairs on both ends, where one was free, I figured that was the
one Ella had been sitting on.

They were busy chatting, but the moment we walked in, me after Ella, they
all went quiet, and I saw everyone's eyes turn to me. Oh god, I certainly
hadn't missed being the center of attention. It made me feel awkward. But
it had to be done, and I knew I was going to get a lot more attention soon
enough.

"Everyone, this is Princess," Ella announced me while I was standing next
to her.

I looked around the circle while they all looked at me. Most of them were
in their forties, looking like stereotypical housewives, where two of them
seemed slightly older, and one of them even in her sixties. They all seemed
to be dressed the same way. Slacks, blouses, the outfits you'd expect from
women that age, in a suburb like this.

"Hello," a few of them greeted me, all of them curiously looking my way.

"Hi," I said, not knowing what else to say at this awkward moment.

"What a beautiful face," one of them said.

I just smiled, while already feeling so on the spot.

"I was gonna say the same," another laughed.

I didn't know what to say, or if I should say anything at all. I just tried
to remember everything Candy had just told me in the car. At least the
atmosphere was friendly.

"So, maybe we should explain a bit about what we'd like?" Ella then said,
while the others listened.

"Okay," I tried to sound confident.

"Well, we all come together every week, and a few months ago, we thought
about going to a strip club together, to see what it was like. I mean, why
do men get all the fun, but we don't, right? But these places seem to be so
masculine, and we decided not to, because we would probably not feel
comfortable there. So what we did, was we called a stripper over, for a
striptease here at the house. And it was kind of fun, but the girl.."

"She was annoying, I think we can call it what it was," someone said.

"She was. Or at least, it wasn't really what we expected."

"The girl wasn't what we expected," someone intervened again.

"Okay.." I nodded, as if understanding.

"It was pretty bad, really," Ella continued. "Everything we asked for, she
tried to get more money out of us, she acted completely uninterested, as if
it was some kind of routine where she wanted to make as much money as
possible in the easiest way."

The others nodded in agreement.

"I mean, to give one example, we always thought that stripteases went all
the way. But that girl even refused to take all her clothes off..?"

She looked at me as if I should react to it, which left me wondering what
the right response would be.

"Oh so you mean, she only went topless or something?"

"Yes! Is that normal? I mean, don't strippers go all the way?"

She made it sound as if it had genuinely surprised them, and I believed
her. They didn't come off as people who were going to play games with me.

"Oh I mean, I guess it depends what you pay, but usually they do," I
responded, to my own surprise, as if I knew everything about it. I couldn't
possibly explain my actual circumstances to them, and I wasn't planning to.

"See? See?" Ella turned to the other women, who nodded, as if they had been
right all along, going only by my answer.

"And there we were, we had this whole idea of having a nice looking younger
girl naked with us, fun and naughty, and then she turned out to be nothing
but a greedy little bitch, excuse my language."

Despite the terrible situation I was in, I even thought it sounded somewhat
funny. Their bad experience gave me some confidence.

"Remember what she did when I touched her leg?" one of the others
said. "She threatened that she was going to leave if I did it again, she
actually snapped at me. I mean, come on."

"You're still upset about that huh," another one laughed.

"Well, I thought it was ridiculous."

They all went quiet again, and Ella turned back to me.

"So, and I know this sounds a bit silly, but we do really want to know,
you're not like one of those girls, right?"

"Oh, no, of course not. She sounds pretty awful," I surprised myself once
again with my confidence.

"Oh, good. I just had to make sure, you know? We all agreed that we were
going to make sure upfront, I hope you don't mind."

"Oh not at all," I went along with her.

"You seem much nicer than her already," one of the others commented, and
the others nodded again in agreement.

I started to even wonder what kind of girl that had been, having left them
so disappointed.

"And well, there's another thing I'd like to discuss," Ella then took over
again.

"Mhm..?" I answered.

"Okay well, since that last time, we discussed that maybe we should do
things a bit different this time. So we were thinking, maybe we didn't just
want a regular striptease, but make it a little more, well, personal I
think is the word, right?"

"Mhm, more personal would be a lot nicer," another one chimed in.

Silence, again.

"Okay, so ehm.. what did you have in mind?" I asked.

"Well, only if it's possible of course. But we were wondering if instead of
just giving a striptease, you could just, well, how to put this, just tease
all around? Like mingle with us a bit, flirt with us, while you show off
nice and sexy, be nice and naughty with us.. that sort of thing. Is that at
all possible?"

"I mean.. I think so," I started, but at the same time I thought about
money. This wasn't a standard striptease, after all.

"But like.. it's not a standard striptease then," I tried, carefully.

"Yeah we know.. I mean, it's a lot to ask maybe. If you only do standard
stripteases then it's fine too, but we would really like it if you could do
it like that. It's why we booked you for two hours instead of just one like
we did with the other girl."

"We can offer you extra money for it, we discussed it," one of the other
women then said, while I saw her looking at the others, as if they might
not have agreed on that particular point.

"How much would the extra cost be for something like that? What if we add a
hundred?" Ella then turned to me again.

"Per hour?" I said, remembering very well what Candy had set about being
clear about things.

"Per hour," she confirmed.

At one hand, I wanted to agree to it, just to get it over with. At the same
time, I knew very well how badly I needed to make money, and since they
seemed to have no idea about what would be reasonable, maybe there was some
room for.. I could barely believe I was thinking like that, but there I
was.

"Well I mean.. for 150 extra I can do it," I then said, and I felt
embarrassed about how blunt that may have sounded. I wasn't the type to
negotiate like that at all.

I saw the women looking at each other once again, as if they were
discussing without actually talking.

"Well it's a bit more than we planned to spend.." one said.

"It's almost double the price even," another said, and she was right. For a
moment I thought the negotiation would fail.

"I guess it would help if then at least we know what we can expect, then
I'd be fine with it," another one said.

"You will go all the way in any case, right?" someone then asked me
directly.

"Mhm," I nodded.

"What about touching? Can we touch you?"

"Yeah that last girl was really difficult about it, so this time we'd
really like to know upfront," the woman who had vented about it earlier
added.

"Mhm," I answered, suddenly remembering another thing Candy had said,
"anywhere but pussy," I said, while I felt myself blush slightly.

"Well, it does sound promising, what she's saying.."

I saw some of them look my way, others looking at each other, as if
debating whether or not they should pay that extra amount I had asked for.

"And you'll be really flirty, naughty, show yourself, sit with us.. maybe a
little lap dance now and then.. that's all okay?"

"Mhm, yeah," I said, while at the same time growing a bit nervous about
over promising what I could do. I tried to tell myself that it was going to
be nothing compared to the harsh lessons I had had so far.

"You're not gonna wait to take your panties off at the last minute though,
right?" another asked somewhat suspiciously.

"No, of course not," I answered, my confidence boosted slightly by the
prospect of getting that extra money.

"Maybe you could even wear something without panties? The more we see it
the better, you know."

"Oh let's not push her too much, she can just surprise us, right?"

"Yeah but maybe, I mean, we could tip her if she shows it more?"

"But we agreed that tips would be each on their own, right? We don't need
to discuss that with her now? I mean, they're tips after all."

Apparently they had put a lot of thought into this. And tips definitely
sounded good to me. I needed all the money I could get.

Another quiet moment, as they still seemed to figure out whether the price
worked for them.

"Sorry for us being so careful, we just want it to be right this time, I
hope you'll understand," Ella said to me.

"Of course, it's no problem," I went along again.

"So is anyone against?" the oldest woman then spoke for the first time. "I
mean, we can sit here all night, but the more we talk, the less time we
have for what we invited her for."

"I'm in."

"I'm in."

And soon enough, everyone was nodding.

"Okay, great! Then we have a deal," Ella said to me, and that wide,
enthusiastic smile was back on her face. They really were into this.

"Let me show you where you can change, okay?" she said, while the others
were already chatting again.

"Yeah ehm.. just that payment is upfront," I then said, not wanting to
forget about Candy's tips.

"Oh, of course. It was like that with the other girl too," she said,
apologetically even.

"Everyone, everyone! The payment is upfront, I think that's normal with
these sorts of things."

I just stood there, while I saw all of them reach for their purses, and
Ella stepped forward and collected the money. 700 in total. At least that
wasn't bad at all for a first day. And to think I even negotiated to get to
the amount.

If every day went like this, then I'd at least not have trouble making the
amount Big Mama demanded even in a few weeks. But I wasn't sure I was going
to be that lucky every day. At least, I did not have a clue how just
yet. But I was glad I was making a good start. All I had to do now, was
make it worth their while. And maybe.. even get another client from that
group of women. Maybe.

"There, I have it. It's 700," Ella said, handing me the bills.

"Thank you.." I said, still slightly ashamed about the high extra cost that
I had demanded. But I needed it. From now on, I really needed it.

"Alright, let me show you where you can change."

I followed her out of the living room, through the hallway towards the
bathroom, while I heard the chatter going on behind us.

She opened the door to the bathroom for me and snapped on the light inside.

"So you're going to make it really sexy, right? Really flirt, maybe provoke
them a bit, they love that, maybe some dirty talk now and then.. that's all
included, right?"

They really did seem a bit paranoid about getting what they paid for.

"Mhm, of course," I nodded once again, as I entered the bathroom.

"Okay. Well I can't wait to see more of you, I think you look gorgeous
already. I'll leave you alone now, and please don't take too long, I know
that the clock is ticking," she winked, and I just politely smiled at her
before she closed the door of the bathroom.

It was showtime. It felt that now I had to prove that I was worth the money
they had spent on me.

I finally slid the duffle bag from my shoulder, and took my jacket off,
which I left on one of the towel hooks for now. I noticed how everything in
the bathroom looked tidy and clean. A completely proper house.

I felt I should hurry at least a bit, I didn't want them to think that I
was trying to steal their money without giving anything in return. I was
going to do my best.

While I was sitting on the closed lid of the toilet seat, and starting to
undress myself, I pondered what I should wear for them. It was clear that
they were pretty eager to see.. well, pussy, I figured. They hadn't made a
secret of that. Maybe I should even do what that one woman had
suggested. Wear something without panties? Wouldn't that be a bit too
upfront? But then again, with how that was definitely one of the things
they wanted, and them mentioning tips, maybe I should just..

Once I slid down the last piece of my clothing, my panties, I rummaged
around in the duffle bag. Something I could wear without panties. Something
nice and sexy. Not that there was anything in the bag that was not sexy, it
just had to fit what they were looking for. They definitely wanted sexy,
and maybe something a bit provocative even. For a second I held up a plaid,
super short red schoolgirl skirt, but I wasn't sure about it.

Eventually, I settled on a combination of a blue shiny spandex skirt, and a
matching blue top. I should hurry. I pulled up the skirt, which really was
scandalously short. It wrapped tight around my butt, and I saw in the
bathroom mirror how it just barely managed to cover my cheeks even while
standing up. Wearing this without panties was very daring. The top I put on
was strapless, and covered only my breasts, nothing else. My tummy was
completely visible. No underwear. It was going to get me tips, or at least
I hoped it would.

I then sat on the toilet again, and slid my feet in a pair of strapped,
transparent stripper heels. The types of shoes I thought I'd never wear
again, and there I was, standing tall on yet another pair of fuck me
heels. It was such a stereotypical part of the image I had tried so hard to
shake off these last few months.

I secured the straps around my ankles, and then stood up, to look at myself
in the mirror again. The micro skirt exposing my bare legs completely,
without anything under it, the sexy, shiny top that matched with the skirt,
and those shoes accentuating my figure, completing the image of a very
slutty stripper. Wouldn't it be way too slutty to appear in this for those
housewives? How had that other girl been dressed? Maybe I should have asked
what they liked.

But there wasn't much time to think, I really should get going now. What
time was it? Oh god, time. I had to make sure I knew what time it was. Had
I seen a clock in the living room? I felt dumb for not paying attention to
it despite Candy having told me to do it. I figured I'd just have to leave
for the bathroom once in a while and check my phone if I didn't find a
clock in the room.

I put my normal clothes into the duffle bag, took a deep breath, then
finally walked towards the door, opened it, snapped off the light in the
bathroom, and stepped into the hallway. The high heels knocked on the
floor, which would give away my presence soon enough when I'd enter the
living room.

So many thoughts were racing through my mind, so many doubts. I had hoped
that those cruel lessons Big Mama had given me would have been enough to be
able to deal with this, but now that the moment was there, I was not sure
about it at all. And flirt with them, provoke them, to talk dirty to them,
was I actually going to be able to do that? But there was no way back
now. I had promised them all of it.

My heart was pounding as I then opened the door from the hallway to the
living room, and entered. The heels clacked on the tiled living room floor,
and while I still heard them talking and laughing before I stepped in, now
the room went quiet very quickly.

Nervously, I stepped in, arching my back as I did, trying hard to apply
everything I had learned, as I then appeared in view of that group of
women. All eyes were on me.

I strutted forward, and hoping to god that they wouldn't think my outfit
was just too scandalous for what they wanted. That would be pretty
embarrassing.

But there was no criticism, just silence.

"I think we're all speechless," Ella then laughed.

"Well I hope that's good.." I grinned awkwardly, while feeling all those
eyes on me.

"Oh it's much more than good.. this is definitely what we wanted," she
answered.

"Now that.. is what I call sexy," I heard another one say.

"A few seconds in and I've already forgotten that other girl," another
laughed, and some were laughing with her.

"Look at those legs.. I mean, wow."

"Uh I'm looking at other things too," someone remarked, resulting in
chuckles all around.

"Well I think we all like you," Ella smirked. "Maybe you can start by
making a round before you continue? So everyone can enjoy taking a look at
that sexy outfit you put on for us."

"Of course," I said, and since it was obviously Ella's place, and she had
been the one leading all this, I figured I'd start at her side.

I walked past Ella, slowly, keeping my thighs together, small steps while
swaying my hips just a bit, while letting my hands run over my hips
teasingly. If I would take any bigger steps, it would make the skirt crawl
up easily. Everything in its right time. I saw how Ella's eyes were fixated
on my legs.

I walked towards the couch, where two housewives in their forties were
sitting, one of them very skinny, the other a bit plump looking. I smiled
at them as I walked past them slowly.

"Hi Princess," one of them greeted me, as if I now finally got to meet
them.

"Hi," I gave her a polite smile as I moved past the two.

"You look very sexy.." said the plump one.

"Thank you.." I gave her another smile, knowing that I promised to flirt
with them, and trying to find a way to somehow make that happen, although I
really wasn't sure how just yet.

The skinny woman next to her noticed the tattoo high up my hip, which was
visible in between the top and the skirt.

"Nice tattoo. Are you a tiger?" she asked with a grin.

"Mhm.." I just said. If only they knew the real meaning of it, and how I
got it.

"Well you're a very pretty tiger," she smiled just before I walked past
her, and I managed to smile back at her.

I moved on to the woman seemingly in her fifties, black short hair,
although I couldn't tell whether it was dyed or not. She seemed somewhat
quiet so far, but she was definitely staring when I walked into her
direction.

"Hi honey," she then finally greeted me when I came closer.

"Hi.."

She didn't say anything else, she just stared at my legs. She was probably
the most difficult to read. I wasn't even sure if she was interested, she
didn't give any hint of actual appreciation. It was a bit awkward, that
first encounter with her, before I tried to casually continue my round.

No one reached out, they were just respectfully admiring what they saw. I
really hoped that this was what they had in mind. Or at least, that I was
doing this first thing right in their eyes.

"God look at that butt," I heard from my left as I slowly walked towards
the couch opposite the one I already passed.

"It's hard to miss," I heard the other, followed by chuckling.

"Hi," I said, pretending I didn't really hear the comments they made about
me while I was looking at the women on the couch as I strutted by slowly,
swaying my hips just slightly, keeping my back arched.

"Hello.." they both said, with a smile on their face.

"Yeah but I mean, so round and sexy, but completely natural. Just imagine
having an ass like that."

"Well it's a bit too late for that!"

"She probably gets stared at all the time, I mean, it can be annoying
too.." someone else said.

"Oh, yeah, that's a real downside," someone said, before bursting out in
laughter. The others laughed with her.

"Does anyone want any more drinks?" I heard Ella say, as I was just making
my way to the chair the oldest woman was sitting on.

"I'm good."

"I'll have another cherry liquor."

"Same for me, thanks."

The women kept chatting like that, making jokes, not harsh ones, and again
the previous girl was mentioned, they kept going on about her attitude. At
least I felt safe with this group.

When Ella passed me, just as I was about to arrive at the oldest woman, she
leaned towards me.

"Maybe you can make another round but make things a bit more personal,
okay? You know, flirt a bit more, show off a bit, you can sit with someone
if you like, like we agreed, right honey? Nice and sexy?"

"Mhm, of course," I nodded, and somehow still needing their approval of me
doing this right. I had to do it right. I promised, and they paid me, more
than they had planned to.

I then finally took a few steps towards the last woman in the circle, the
older one.

"Hi Princess. Very pretty.."

"Hi, thank you," I answered with a polite smile, while her eyes ran over my
much younger body.

Ella had disappeared to get drinks, and I figured I should just start doing
what she asked.

Another round. Now I had to live up to my promise. I started walking back
to the first couch, the one with the skinny and the plump woman, and
instead of strutting by, this time I walked directly towards them, close to
the couch, in between their crossed legs. I didn't really know if I should
say something, how to initiate this, and I could feel myself getting
stressed again.

"You like what you see?" I then asked, feeling awkward, and thinking it
might sound dumb.

"Oh we certainly do.." said the plump woman.

As she was the first one to respond, I figured I could maybe respond back
to her a bit, so I moved slightly to her side, just looking down at how she
was staring at my thighs.

She leaned forward, and extended her hand towards me, as if she wanted to
touch me, but stopped.

"Is it really okay if I touch you?"

She was the same woman who had still seemed upset about her experience with
the previous girl, which was probably the reason she was still careful.

"Yeah of course," I said, standing still in front of her.

Finally then, she reached all the way towards me, and I felt her fingertips
run along my bare outer thigh.

"What are you trying to do?" I then heard from behind me. For a split
second, I thought it was directed at me, as some kind of criticism. I
looked over my shoulder, feeling anxious even, at the other two on the
couch, but it wasn't directed at me. That's how traumatized I was by my
earlier experiences.

"Well I wasn't trying to look under her skirt," the other laughed, followed
by more laughter from the others.

"You really are very nice," the woman running her fingers along my thigh
said to me.

"Thank you.." I said, then looked at the skinny one, who was looking at how
her friend was softly touching my leg.

"You can touch too if you like?" I told her, in an attempt to come off as
inviting, as being forward. That's what they had asked for, after all.

"Mhm.. don't mind if I do.." she said with a grin, as she too leaned
forward, and joined the other one, imitating what she did, but with my
other leg.

"You think she's wearing panties?" I heard again from behind me, from the
other couch.

"Mmm hard to say. I mean, she's definitely a tease, but I don't know how
daring she is."

"They gotta be small ones, maybe a very small thong or something, I don't
see anything through her skirt."

"Well, I'm sure we'll find out soon enough," I heard the oldest woman say,
while I felt so much on the spot, knowing from their comments how much
attention they were paying to me.

"Very sexy.." the skinny woman said, as she trailed all the way to the hem
of the skirt, while I stood there, patiently allowing them, even though it
felt ticklish, slightly sexual even, the way she ran her fingertips all the
way up.

"Thank you.." I said, once again going along with all of it.

I let them play with my thighs a bit like that, but at the same time I felt
stressed once again. What if they thought what I doing was somewhat boring?
Or too passive? How Big Mama had treated me, insisting how I should never
be 'boring' as she called it, was still making me paranoid even now. I felt
like I had to do something.

"Do you wanna see the other side too?" I then asked, actually afraid of not
giving them enough, and still feeling a bit guilty for asking for this much
money.

"Oh we'd love that," the skinny one immediately said enthusiastically, and
both withdrew their hands from me, as if expecting something to happen.

Once their hands were withdrawn, I then carefully turned on those very high
heels. I knew that this was the time to give them a bit more. It felt
embarrassing, but I felt that I had to do it, for the amount of extra money
that they had paid me.

While facing the other couch, I looked over my shoulder, then put my feet
apart slightly, and arched my back a bit more, knowing full well how that
would cause the ridiculously short, stretchy skirt to crawl up a bit. When
would they start to notice?

For a few seconds, it seemed they still couldn't see anything, and I wasn't
sure if I should bend forward more even though I felt how the thin,
stretchy skirt crawled slightly up my cheeks, until I heard them again.

"Ohh, haha, wow. Well she is definitely daring," the plump woman said,
clearly looking high up my inner thighs.

Ella just came back in with a plate with drinks on it as I stood there,
letting them look in between my legs, under that very short skirt that must
have crawled up just about an inch, giving them a perfect glimpse of my
naked pussy.

"What, what's going on?" one of the women on the couch across the one I was
standing in front of asked curiously. "Is she not wearing anything
underneath?"

She tried to peek at what I was showing the women behind me, but she
couldn't see.

"Well we can only say that she is very, very daring.." the skinny woman
teasingly told them.

"So she isn't?"

"All we can say is that she is very daring," she repeated, chuckling,
teasing the women on the other side, even making me grin, while my pussy
was on display for the women sitting behind me.

"Oh come on!"

"You'll get your turn, you just have to wait," the oldest woman remarked
calmly. She was clearly the leader of the pack.

Ella curiously looked at what was happening after she put the plate with
the drinks on the small table in the middle. She stepped towards me while
the women on the other side were still groaning and mumbling about the
others not telling them what they were looking at.

"You're doing great, just perfect. We love it," she told me in a hushed
tone, smiling, beaming even. That was what I needed.

"Thanks," I smiled back at her, while keeping my position in front of those
women, with my back arched somewhat provocatively like that, again looking
over my shoulder to keep seeing their reactions.

"You like it..?" I said, in another attempt to come off as flirty, as a
tease, for that extra money.

"Oh yes we do.. you are very naughty," said the skinny woman, her eyes
sparkling, still looking up my thighs.

"Hey Princess? You can skip Elizabeth on your round, she's really not into
girls anyway, so you can come to us instead," one of the women on the couch
across me said.

"No, no," Ella intervened, "we all agreed to do this, so we're all
participating. Elizabeth paid just as much, so she gets a show too."

The woman on the other side looked slightly annoyed.

"Wow, so eager all of a sudden," the oldest woman remarked, chuckling.

"Well look at her, like you don't wanna see what's under there," the woman
sneered back.

"I do, I do.. but I'm patient, unlike you two."

I was facing the women directly, while still standing there with my back to
the other couch, very slowly swaying my hips a bit. For once, I was in what
felt like a safe place for me. A respectful place. It was the kind of vibe
I might have been hoping when I so naively started this little adventure
before it started to escalate. I should have never gone to that club. And
although my motivations were very different this time, at least I loosened
up a bit in the company of these enthusiastic, respectful women. I felt I
could actually do this, and it was a very welcome boost to my confidence,
given the deep, deep shit I was in.

"I'll show you extra nice," I even smiled at the eager women across me.

"Oh did you hear that?"

"Yeah she's going to tease even more when she comes to us!"

I grinned at their enthusiasm. They were so stoked it was almost funny.

I looked over my shoulder again, and the women behind me just seemed
obsessed with what they were looking it, not even reaching out to touch me
again because they seemed too busy enjoying the view. Maybe the plump one
was still cautious about touching me.

I decided I should probably move on to the woman at the end, Elizabeth, the
one who had been quiet, and was apparently not really into it. It felt
somewhat odd to still go and tease her just like the others, but Ella had
insisted.

I stopped arching my back in that somewhat exaggerated way, and pulled the
very short skirt back down the way it was, then stepped away from the two
on the couch, small steps again, or else the skirt would just crawl back up
and my teasing trick would stop working.

The look on Elizabeth's face seemed somewhat neutral, only a glimpse of a
smile, although I wasn't even sure it was an actual smile.

I arrived at her seat, feeling a bit awkward, with a polite smile on my
face, my hips swaying slightly, even if I didn't try, on those very high
heels.

"Do you want to see too?" I asked her. I figured she wouldn't be inclined
to reach out and touch.

"Sure honey," she said, with that same neutral look.

I then turned, and just like with the others, I put my feet apart slightly,
then exaggerated the arch in my back again. Big Mama had taught me all too
well.

I felt the skirt crawl up from behind as I did, knowing I was exposing
myself, knowing she was able to look at my smoothly shaved pussy. The fact
that she didn't really seem to be into any of this made it feel
embarrassing. I must have been looking like some kind of slut who'd push
herself onto people, with the way I acted. But I couldn't refuse doing it
if Ella insisted I didn't skip anyone.

"Do you like it?" I asked her, like I did the others, although this time it
felt somewhat humiliating. But I did it. I swayed my hips just slightly as
I stood there with my back arched, my butt out, that little skirt crawled
up, knowing I was giving her a view of my pussy directly.

"Yes honey, very nice." Again that neutral tone, as if she said it just to
get it over with.

"I love how she talks. The way she says it, 'do you like it?' It sounds so
innocent, but naughty at the same time, you know?" I heard one of the other
women remark as I kept standing there teasing Elizabeth like that.

"Oh yeah, she's really nice. And so completely different from the other
girl!"

"I'm really glad we spent that extra money on her, you know. I mean, it's a
lot extra, but she's doing it so well."

"And we're not halfway through yet, who knows what else that little tease
will do for us!"

It was then that I realized something. Time. I had to keep track of
time. And it was only then that I started to look around to find a clock,
but I couldn't find one. I'd have to visit the bathroom once in a while to
check the time on my phone. Who doesn't even have a clock in their living
room. It frustrated me.

"I'm also really curious about that butt she's been hiding," said one of
the women on the couch I had yet to revisit.

"Well, not exactly hiding.. I mean, with what she's wearing, I have a
pretty good idea!" Laughter all around.

"You know what I mean.. To actually see it is different."

I was looking over my shoulder once again, to see how Elizabeth was
responding to what I was doing, no matter how awkward it was.

"You can go on now, I think they're waiting," she said as I looked over my
shoulder, a faint smile on her face.

"Okay," I said, again smiling politely at her.

I stood up straight, adjusted the stretchy little skirt once again, and
finally started walking into the direction of the other couch.

"There she comes," one of the women said as I walked towards them, and I
saw both of them curiously looking my way, directly at my thighs, as if
they were interested in only one thing by now. With every step I felt
watched by those two.

"Oh she's really going to tease now," Ella said, apparently expecting quite
a show. I just smiled at her briefly.

"Did you ever fall wearing shoes like that? They seem really difficult to
me," one of the women on the other side asked.

"Not so far," I smiled at them.

"Is it very different from wearing regular pumps? I mean, those are really
high."

"You have to put the heel down first with every step and push your
shoulders back, then you're fine," I answered, while approaching those two.

"I think she just says that, but she obviously wears them all the time, I'm
not going to try it for sure," the other one laughed.

I then stood right in front of those eager two women. It was teasing time
again. I didn't turn, not yet. I had to give it a bit extra, I
promised. They had been respectful, even while playful, the whole time. And
comparatively? They had been easy to please so far. For a moment, the
worries that had been on my mind the last 20 hours were only present in the
back of my head.

"So.. you wanted see what's under my skirt?" I asked them, smirking
slightly, and the room went quiet. "Did you deserve it?" I continued,
taunting them a bit, just playfully.

"Oh you are bad! You said you were going to make it nicer!"

"What a tease! Perfect!" Ella laughed hard.

"You think I'm a bad girl?" I continued, without making the slightest move,
just looking at them. I was on a roll even.

"Oh you are if you're not going to show us, I swear."

I waited a bit more, even enjoying having some control for once, even
though I knew I'd have to deliver eventually.

"Well I guess I better show you then.." I then playfully gave in, and
slowly turned around for them.

I parted my legs, a bit wider this time, arched my back and felt how the
skirt crawled up. But I didn't stop there this time. I reached back, took
the hem of the skimpy skirt in between my fingers, then bent slightly, as I
slid the short skirt all the way to my waist.

"Oh! Ohhh.. my god," one of the women behind me gasped, as I stood there
with my cheeks completely exposed, resting with one hand on my thigh,
sticking it out to them.

"You're giving them a heart attack, Princess!" I heard Ella exclaim.

"Oh my god. That has to be the most beautiful ass I've ever seen. So nice
and round.. and firm!"

"She definitely has good genes," smirked the other.

I kept looking over my shoulder, and both pairs of eyes were fixated on my
butt.

"Can I just.." one of them said, while leaning forward a bit, and extending
her arm, "give it a little slap? Not hard or anything, just a little one?"
She hesitated, and looked up to me and I could see the hope in her eyes.

I trusted them. If only she knew how much worse I had experienced.

"Mhm..?" I said, while keeping my position like that.

"I can?" she said, now even more eager, apparently surprised by me allowing
it.

"Of course," I said, in that same easy going tone I had used so far.

"Mm.." she said, right before giving me a soft slap on my right cheek.

"Wait, that's allowed too?" the chubby, reluctant woman on the couch across
me turned to Ella, as if she was supposed to know.

"Well if Princess is okay with it, it's allowed I guess?" she smiled.

"Oh that was so hot, did you see how it wiggled just a bit?" I heard the
woman behind me say enthusiastically.

"Can I do it again?"

"Of course," I said willingly.

Another soft slap on my naked flesh was heard in the room.

"I swear I'm going to remember this ass forever," she said, and I heard
chuckles from the others.

"Why does my daughter never bring home friends like her? I mean,
seriously. If you ever want to become friends with my daughter, let me
know, okay?"

I grinned over my shoulder.

"And I'll never wear panties when I come over?" I responded, flirting with
her yet again.

"Hmmhmm, you can just dress like this every time."

"Who knows," I even laughed.

"Guess you should give her Nora's number then so they can become friends,"
someone laughed.

Actually hearing someone mention her daughter's name felt awkward, even
though I had no clue who she was.

"Well I'm telling you, if I had an ass like that, I'd also become a
stripper," the other woman behind me remarked.

"It's a bit past that time though, isn't it!"

"Yeah well, I guess I'll just look at hers."

"Can I slap it once more before you go? I just love to see that butt
jiggle?"

"Mhm.." I said, patiently waiting before I felt another soft slap land on
my bare butt.

"Mmm thanks, that was a wonderful show honey," she said.

"You're welcome," I smiled, as I finally stood up straight, and pulled the
stretchy skirt back down over my cheeks.

Finally then, I made my way to the oldest woman of the group, but she
gestured for me to go to Ella instead.

"You can go to her first. She's been arranging most of this whole thing so
she can finally enjoy it a bit now too, it's only fair," she said.

"Okay," I said as I changed direction towards Ella, sitting in the other
chair near the entrance of the living room, and I could already see the
sparkle in her eyes, a slight blush on her face even.

"Do you ever have girls this naughty in your class, Ella?" I heard someone
ask while on my way to Ella.

"Oh god forbid, I hope not, they're way too young!"

I wasn't quite sure what that meant, although the guess I made was right.

"Ella's a high school teacher," someone elaborated.

"Maybe you can get your grades up, Princess!"

"Oh I bet she'll have no trouble convincing Ella," another laughed.

I smiled over my shoulder to the women chatting and laughing away, but they
went quiet shortly after, as if expecting something, or at least wanting to
hear how my interaction with Ella would go. It felt as if I had to give
them something.

"So.. can you please help me with my grades, Miss Ella?" I said, while Ella
stared at me.

She didn't answer, and I decided to just put on my little act again. I
turned slowly, and then made that arch again, letting the skirt crawl up.

"Maybe this will this help with my grades?" I asked over my shoulder,
knowing she could see my pussy.

The women cheered.

"What a tease! No one can resist that, I swear."

"Oh you're such a bad girl," Ella laughed, "I love it."

Then I got an idea. I remembered the stupid little plaid schoolgirl skirt,
some porn style thing, that I had seen while unpacking the outfits and
packing my bag. That might give me a good opportunity to check the time,
too.

"I actually have a schoolgirl skirt, I can put it on if you like."

"Ohh, that's perfect! A really sexy one?" someone from behind me asked.

"It's very sexy.." I smiled at Ella, rather than the woman I heard behind
me.

"Oh, I mean, you don't have to do that especially for me," she said, being
polite as ever, "although I am definitely not saying no!"

"It's no problem.."

"But without panties right??" the plump one on the couch remarked.

"Well it depends on how naughty a schoolgirl she is, doesn't it?"

"Yeah but I mean, I was looking forward to seeing her naked, so if she's
going to wear -"

"Oh hush, she's going to be naked, don't be so paranoid."

"Maybe she can do it after the round?"

"Oh, wait, wait, I just want to give you something," Ella then said as she
reached for her purse, and got another fifty out of it, handing it to
me. "Here, because you're doing so great and you're so nice about
everything," she said, and I could even notice a blush on her face.

"That's really nice, thank you," I said, and I felt actually eager when I
put the bill in between the waistband of my little stretch skirt. I should
really try and get more tips like this. I could definitely use the extra
money. Back at the club it hadn't been about money. Now it was all about
that.

"I'll just finish the round and then I'll wear the skirt, okay?" I asked
her, following the suggestion one of the women had made.

"That's perfect, thanks so much." Ella was beaming.

I adjusted the skirt once again, and then walked up to the oldest woman,
the one who had tried to calm down the others a few times.

"How about you come sit on my lap for a bit, honey," she said, reaching out
with both arms to me, before I got a chance to offer her the little show I
had given the others.

"Of course," I smiled politely at her.

She was a heavy set woman, with red hair that was almost certainly dyed,
wearing slacks and a blouse, very much like the others, but definitely the
oldest, going by the wrinkles on her somewhat puffy face.

I quietly wondered how old she was, while I stood next to her feet, and
bent through my knees, feeling the short skirt crawl halfway up my naked
butt easily as I did, and I immediately felt her hand wrap around my waist
as I parked my now naked cheeks on her thighs, but quickly trailed down to
simply raise my skirt all the way up to my waist.

"Oh look at Trudy getting cozy with her!"

"Watch out Princess, Trudy is bisexual, she might hit on you!" Ella
laughed.

"Hi honey," Trudy then said, while at the same time I felt her hand slide
down to my cheeks, starting to caress them softly, followed by a few
pats. "Can you scoot back just a bit?"

"Of course," I answered in that same willing tone I had been using the rest
of the night, while I did as she asked, adjusting how I sat on her lap.

Immediately I felt her hand return to my cheek, squeezing it, before she
actually started to knead my cheek. It felt somewhat embarrassing, letting
her just go and do that. As if I was no longer completely in control, even
though I knew that this was probably within the boundaries of what we
agreed on.

"Oh get a room already.." Laughter all around.

I was sitting with my back to most people in the living room, my face close
to Trudy's.

"I didn't know you could do that, you can actually touch her like that?"

It was probably the plump woman again.

"She seems okay with it."

"Well what part of 'anything but the pussy' didn't you understand? It's not
that difficult, is it?" Trudy then said, raising her voice to address to
the others.

"Well I guess someone is experienced, geez," I heard the other reply.

I just sat there, allowing her to knead my right cheek, and it took only a
short while before she switched to my left.

"That feels very nice, honey," Trudy then said to me, lowering her voice,
speaking in a quieter tone.

"Thank you.." I answered, somewhat awkwardly because of her taking control.

"Would you consider going bisexual if you could be with a girl like her?" I
heard the others continuing their conversation while I sat there on Trudy's
lap. "Oh I don't know. A show like this is not the same as sex. I love
looking at her though, god."

"If you would ask if a girl like that could turn me on? I mean, yeah, look
at her," someone laughed, while they continued their discussion about when
or not they'd be into girls. "But probably a bit too young for me. I mean,
my daughter is probably older than her, it wouldn't feel right. I don't
want to know her age." "Ignorance is bliss, right?" More laughter as they
continued.

"Are you going to show your surprise to me too?" Trudy said, as she
casually kept squeezing my butt.

"My surprise?" I wasn't even sure what she meant.

"Well, the others got to take a look at what's under that short little
skirt of yours."

I just smiled slightly, knowing she was well aware that I wasn't wearing
anything under it, and already squeezing my bare butt.

"Maybe you can put those pretty legs apart a bit and show me that pretty
pussy," she said, with that same quiet, low voice. For some reason, it
sounded sexual.

"Of course.." I then said, as I then spread my legs a bit while sitting on
her lap, giving her a view of what was between my thighs.

"That's a very pretty pussy.." she continued in that calm tone, while the
others likely didn't hear our conversation.

"Thank you," I said with another awkward smile as she looked down directly
at my bare, smoothly shaven pussy, my nudity contrasting with the pants she
was wearing while I sat on her lap.

"Shame we can't touch it, don't you think?"

I wasn't sure about her. Her tone really did sound as if there was
something actual sexual about what she was asking. Could I.. should I?

"Well that's just the rules," I responded with an awkward smile.

"Mhm.. I understand honey. But sometimes girls get a little creative with
rules, just saying. What do you think about that."

Did she mean..? Oh god, this was so difficult. But maybe, just maybe I
could get another appointment out of this. but what if she didn't mean that
at all? Wouldn't that be ridiculously embarrassing? But then again, while
all of this had been light hearted, there was still an enormous pressure on
me to come up with money. But offering sex to this old woman..?

No one else seemed to be listening, the others were in a very busy
conversation.

"Well you can if you make a private appointment," I then said, while I felt
a quiver run down my spine, feeling dead nervous about how she'd react.

"I see.. a private appointment, huh. Did I just hear you soliciting,
naughty girl?" she said with a slight smirk on her face, while she
playfully tapped my butt two times.

I didn't say anything, but just smirked back. The last time I was caught
soliciting, all hell started to break loose.

"Well, I gotta say I'm not usually into girls like you. I prefer the girl
next door type more. But you might just be the exception. Especially since
you're nice, and I gotta say, you're pretty good at acting all innocent."

I just kept smiling, not knowing what to tell her.

"And I think you have a pretty nice ass," she added with a grin, looking
into my eyes directly.

"Thank you." It felt almost like an automatism by now, to thank someone for
compliments like that.

She stayed quiet for another while, just looking into my eyes, casually
caressing my butt, looking at me as if wanting to make sure of something,
although I didn't know what. It felt weirdly tense.

"Well maybe you can give me a little appetizer, you know, to convince me.."

I wasn't sure what she meant, and I just looked at her, feeling somewhat
puzzled.

"Like what," I answered, quietly, really not wanting anyone else to hear
what we were discussing.

"Well maybe you can let me touch that pretty pussy for a little bit."

I felt somewhat pressured. I knew I really did need appointments like this,
but just openly let her touch my pussy, while the others couldn't? And then
what? What would the others think?

I looked over my shoulder briefly to see who was looking, even considering
letting her feel just a bit.

"Oh, not here honey. How about when you go freshen up, you'll wait a bit
longer, I'll pretend to have to go to the bathroom, and you'll give me a
nice little appetizer before you continue your little show here.. how about
that."

"Okay," I nodded, not even sure about what I was doing, or what I was
getting into.

"Well, you can go now, you can just tell the others you're changing
clothes, I'll give you a few minutes."

And with that, I felt another few taps on my bare butt, gave her a faint
smile, and then slid off her lap, pulling the stretchy skirt back down from
my waist, and took a few steps away from her. I could see some pairs of
eyes turn my way again.

"So ehm, if you want me to put that skirt on, I can go change now?" I
directed my question at Ella.

"Oh I'd really love to see that, I bet it looks great on you," she smiled.

The others caught on quickly.

"But just the skirt right? No panties?" The chubby one still seemed to be
worried they were not going to get a good show, even now.

"And can you come back topless? I think we'd all like to see more of you
this time around," another mentioned.

"Oh what a good idea. Ella's gonna get a really naughty schoolgirl,"
someone laughed.

"Of course, no problem," I smiled at them briefly.

"She said yes? Is she going to go topless?" I heard someone say to another
in a more hushed tone.

I left them discussing and walked back towards the door back to the
hallway, and closed it behind me before finding my way back to the
bathroom.

The first thing I did in there was check what the time was on my phone in
my duffle bag. Five past 9. Okay, so less than an hour to go.

I then fumbled around in the bag, and did indeed find the schoolgirl
skirt. Or well, an excuse for it, of course. Everything in the bag was
ridiculously revealing, provoking, every single item. It was a super short
plaid skirt, that didn't look as if it was even long enough to cover my
butt. It looked more like a belt than a skirt. It'd have to do. I was
fairly sure they wouldn't mind.

I finally sat back down on the toilet seat, giving my legs some rest as I
pulled the top off, followed by the stretchy blue skirt I was wearing,
which I then replaced with the schoolgirl skirt. God it was short. I stood
up to see how short it really was, felt at the hem of it in the back, and
noticed how it was revealing the lower part of my cheeks.

But I was ready, were it not for my agreement with Trudy. I felt tense. She
knew what I really was now. The seconds seemed to last minutes, but
finally, I heard the door of the living room open, briefly heard the
chatter in the background, and then footsteps coming towards the
bathroom. There she was.

I put on my polite smile, and was greeted by a faint smile on the much
older woman's face, meeting her at the entrance of the bathroom.

"Hi honey.." she said, in a low voice, as she walked closer to me. Really
close.

I just kept smiling, and she didn't even comment on what I was wearing, or
the fact that I was now topless. Just the skirt and those high shoes.

"So, how about that appetizer.. hmm?"

She seemed turned on, as she stepped even closer, as she reached out and
started playing with the waistband of the tiny skirt I was wearing.

"I knew it the moment you stepped inside.. I could just see it.. you're not
just a stripper.." she said with that same low voice, as she trailed her
fingers down, and she didn't even have to lift the skirt to reach my
pussy. Within seconds, I felt her fingertips brush along my outer labia.

"Do you mind?" she then asked calmly.

"No," I simply answered, and I felt that I had to give her a bit more
access, no matter how humiliating this was, feeling my face heat up by
shame.

I parted my feet just slightly, my thighs no longer touching, and
immediately I felt her fingertips slide in between my legs, trailing along
my lips, before then using her hand to grope me there, slowly, but very
confidently. I felt goosebumps appear on my upper arms. There I was, again
letting someone not only see, but actually touch my private parts. And I
had to let her. I had to make money, whether I wanted to or not. I felt
like such a slut, willing letting her touch me like that.

"Mm.. nice and warm. Very nice.." she said, clearly enjoying the feel of
that area that was forbidden for all the others.

"So tell me, pretty girl.." she continued, as she kept groping me there,
trailing her fingers along my lips, "what's on the menu at those private
appointments.. hm?"

I wasn't sure what to say, but I knew full well that I simply wasn't
allowed to reject anything. That meant that the menu was simply a blank
slate to be filled in.

"Well, anything you want," I answered, awkwardly.

"Anything, huh.. not so innocent at all.." she kept rubbing me there. "Does
that include anal, pretty girl..?"

"Mhm."

"Mm.. good.." she said, as she pressed herself against me slightly, our
faces close, and I couldn't do anything but allow her to keep touching me
like that in between my legs. "I love anal, always had a thing for it."

She kept rubbing me like that without saying anything, until she finally
withdrew her hand, and reached for her purse, to withdraw her phone.

"Well why don't you give me your number, maybe I'll book an appointment
some time," she then said, finally stepping away from me.

She tapped on her phone while I walked off to my bag, getting that burner
phone from it, since I didn't have my new number in muscle memory yet. She
patiently waited as I tapped on my phone, then reached out to her to get
her phone, and typed the number under a new contact she had named
"Princess". Without a word, I gave the phone back to her.

"Thank you.. alright, probably time to get back in there and continue your
little show. Make sure you show that ass extra good when it's my turn," she
winked.

I just smiled, feeling deeply embarrassed by this whole thing, by her
knowing that she could just call me and get way more than she was seeing at
this party.

I checked the time on my phone once again, then slid it back in the bag,
leaving her in the bathroom while making my way back to the living room.

As soon as I stepped in after opening the door and my heels clacked on the
tiled floor like before, I could see all faces turn to me again. Again, a
silence, as I walked in with a slight smirk, full aware of how revealing
that outfit was, and how I was topless, just as someone had requested.

"Wow Princess, that is daring.." someone exclaimed.

"You could call it that!" someone laughed.

I just smirked, although I felt somewhat embarrassed about how provocative
my new excuse for an outfit must be looking.

"That is a very short skirt."

"I think I just saw her pussy while she was walking," I heard someone say
in a more hushed tone, but I could hear it easily.

"Did you see her breasts.."

"Well they're hard to miss!" More laughter.

I decided to walk directly towards Ella. I was wearing the skirt especially
for her, after all. She glared at me, and I saw her blushing. In a way, it
was cute. Someone being intimidated by me rather than immediately trying to
control me was a nice break from all the other cruel things I had
experienced so far.

"I'm just so in love with that ass, look at that.." I heard from behind me.

"So.. how about my grades, Miss Ella," I played their little game, no
matter how corny, when Ella seemed too speechless to say anything, and the
rest of the room was quiet apart from a mumble now and then.

"Oh! Yes your grades," she giggled. "Well you look very naughty!"

"I do?" I put up a fake innocent look.

She seemed to become even enthusiastic about this silly little game, while
I heard the living room door open and close again. I peeked to the side and
saw Trudy coming back in.

"Oh you do, coming to me asking for help dressed like that! Is there even
anything under there?" she kept gazing at my skirt.

"Well.." I said, teasingly, playing along, and reached down to the hem of
the very short skirt, right in front of Ella, the rest of them unable to
see what I was showing her, and slightly lifted it.

"Oh. That looks," she paused, "very naughty," she said in a hushed tone, as
if it was meant for just me.

"Don't you think she should be spanked, Ella?" someone suggested, resulting
in more encouragement from the others.

Ella grinned, but seemed reluctant.

"Oh, no. I mean, I don't think Princess would like that," she said, while
looking up to me, seemingly unsure what she could expect from me, and I
could tell she secretly wanted to, but she was very cautious with me.

I liked her. To me, she seemed like the most normal person I had
encountered ever since ending up in this mess, and I wanted to give her
something for it.

I gave her a slight smile, before I then stepped aside, next to her, bent
through my knees, and draped myself over her lap, feeling that ridiculous
skirt ride up my butt as I did.

"Ohh Ella! Well now you just have to!"

Ella didn't do a thing at first.

"I just love how her body feels like this," I heard her say, while the
others were waiting.

"But now she needs to be spanked, look, she's laying over your lap!"

"Spank her! Spank her!" the others joined in, cheering for Ella to spank
me.

"Are you sure it's okay?" I then heard Ella's voice closer to me as she
hunched over.

"Of course, just a little bit."

It took another while, before I felt a very soft pat on my butt. She was
very careful.

"Oh come on, do it harder than that!"

"Well I don't want to hurt her.."

"That is not nearly going to hurt her!"

"I don't think she'd like that."

"Well I think I even slapped her butt harder," I heard one of the women
remark, probably the one who had enjoyed to see my butt jiggle.

Given how nice and playful she was, I decided to just provoke her a little
bit. I started arching my back while laying over her lap, causing my butt
to stick up, as if inviting her to do it again at least.

"Oh look at what she's doing," someone hissed immediately.

"She wants it Ella, look! Just do it!"

"Oh god what a tease, this is terrible!" Ella laughed.

I felt her hand on my butt, just caressing it, not smacking it.

"Her skin feels so nice.."

"Spank her! Spank her!"

"Well okay then.." she said, right before then actually dishing out a
proper smack on my butt, which sounded all too clear in the room.

She could do it after all. It didn't hurt. I was used to much, much more
pain. If only she knew. But I liked to at least return the favor of her
being nice to me. She clearly enjoyed it.

"Yes! That's it! Another! She has been bad!" The others were clearly
getting enthusiastic.

"Is it really okay?" she quietly asked me again.

"Of course, you can do one more," I answered, knowing full well she
wouldn't cross any lines I drew for her.

Another firm smack followed, much to the amusement of the others.

"Oh god I think that was really hard. I didn't hurt you did I?"

I smiled. She was so thoughtful in all of this. I finally got up from her
lap again, supporting myself with one hand on the chair's armrest for a
second.

"I'm fine, don't worry," I smiled at her. Her face was flushed by then.

"You're so perfect," she beamed once again, "I know I'll never forget
this."

"So you'll take care of my grades?" I just teasingly responded.

"Yes, yes, I think I'll take care of your grades," she giggled. "Can I give
you a hug? You're just so nice," she then said, reaching out her arms.

"Of course," I smiled, and I saw how she stood up to give me a hug, feeling
my bare breasts pressed against her for a few seconds as we did.

"I'm so glad we chose you, well Trudy and I did, you're just perfect," she
repeated once more, while I just smiled.

"Oh I think we all want hugs like that, how did that feel, Ella!" someone
laughed.

I trusted her, more than anyone in this room, although all of them had been
really nice. An idea popped into my mind.

"Hey can you give me a sign when it's 10? I couldn't find a clock
anywhere."

"Oh there's one right behind Elizabeth, right there on the cupboard. But I
can tell you when it's 10, no problem!"

"Thank you," I smiled as we ended the hug. How did I miss that clock, even.

"I think the others are desperate to see more of you, so I'm not going to
hold you up any longer," she grinned.

Finally then, I walked away from Ella, starting yet another round through
the living room, wearing just that scandalously short schoolgirl skirt,
heading towards the couch with the plump, cautious woman next to the skinny
one.

I saw the cautious woman eyeing me up and down, obviously interested, her
cheeks red, but seemingly pondering something.

"Is it okay without the skirt?" she said, although I wasn't sure what
exactly she meant.

"Oh god, you are completely obsessed," the skinny woman said, while laying
her hand on the other one's thigh with a grin on her face.

She seemed embarrassed.

"I'm just really curious what she looks like without any clothes on," she
said defensively, her face now flushed.

"You want me to take the skirt off?" I then asked her directly, again
teasingly, although almost feeling sorry for her.

"If it's okay, I mean.." she said, clearly feeling as if I put her on the
spot.

I didn't answer, but reached back, simply unzipped the skirt, tugged it
over my hips, and let it slide down my legs, towards the floor.

I carefully stepped out of it, standing there naked on just those high
shoes. I was never going to get used to being naked around people I barely
knew, but them being so respectful made a huge difference in how I felt.

"Better?" I even asked her with a smile, while I took a few steps towards
the two, giving them a perfect view of my now completely naked body as I
stood there.

"Yeah, I mean, thanks, you look very nice," she still seemed nervous, to my
slight astonishment.

The skinny one reached out to my outer thigh.

"Can we still do this now..?" she asked.

I was about to answer, when Trudy interrupted.

"Oh god, you two are behaving like a bunch of nervous schoolgirls. Do you
really think she has a problem with that? And when you're being so vague,
the poor girl won't know what to do."

Laughter from the others, except from the women in front of me, who sat
there staring at Trudy as if they had just been reprimanded in class. But
she didn't stop there.

"Can we do this? Can we do that? She's obviously good at what she does, but
you're just making things awkward for her this way," she kept scolding
them.

"But Trudy, she's really nice, come on, everybody enjoys her. I'm sure
Princess is doing fine, aren't you Princess?" Ella defended the others.

Trudy didn't give me time to answer, and I just smiled awkwardly at Ella.

"Princess, come over here for a second, let's show these schoolgirls how
these things work."

"But it was our turn!"

I wasn't sure what to do, but then hesitantly started walking towards
Trudy, entirely naked this time.

"I'm doing this for you, you know? You paid for this too, right? And we
paid extra for her to make things a bit more personal, but if you don't
know what you want, how is she even going do to that? I'm sure she can do a
regular striptease, but we agreed that was not what we wanted, right?"

"Well, I know what I want I think.."

"Well, apparently Trudy knows all about how this works!" one of the women
on the other couch laughed, sarcastically.

"Of course she does."

Trudy seemed unfazed, and fixated her eyes on me instead, as I walked in
front of her.

"Why don't you stand here, and give me a sexy little dance," Trudy said to
me while pointing at a spot right next to her, her voice slightly quieter,
while the others were still debating about whether or not Trudy was
bluffing. "You can expect a nice tip from me if you play along extra nice,"
she added.

Tips. I needed tips. And even without that added comment, it felt as if she
was going to expect a bit more than what I had given them before. I already
knew she was not exactly ignorant when it came to all this, given what
happened before. Besides that, she was the one that could use the most
convincing because whether I liked it or not, I was dependent on her to get
that appointment. I couldn't believe I now had to actually work for it, for
that woman so much older than I was.

It wasn't that difficult to recollect what I had learned at the club, or so
very forcefully in Big Mama's room. What I had learned about how to seduce,
how to not be 'boring'. What was more difficult, was the idea that those
women, who had no idea about me, and probably thought I was just some
stripper making extra money, would now see what I was capable of doing.

I started to sway my hips, standing there completely naked, on those high
stripper heels, my feet slightly apart, next to that much older woman,
while I started to run my hands over my body. Over my hips, up my stomach,
teasingly, but this time like a professional.

"That's very nice honey.." she said, while she reached out, and started to
caress my bare thighs with her wrinkled fingers.

I could hear the room going quiet, and I felt the pressure to perform
increase. The fear of Big Mama was so deeply imprinted in my memory, that I
continued to move my hands towards my breasts, cupping them, softly
kneading them.

She seemed to take that as a hint, and reached out to my chest herself,
without saying a word. It was only seconds later, when I had willingly
moved my hands back to my hips for her to give her access, and her hand
touching my bare breast instead, that I realized just how conditioned I had
become. It was shocking even to myself.

"See.. she doesn't mind at all.. I think she likes it, don't you Princess,"
she said, her voice low, but given the silence in the room everyone could
hear it.

"Mhm.. I love it," I responded, knowing full well what she wanted to hear,
or had been conditioned to think she'd want to hear, while she started
fondling my breast.

I kept swaying my hips, even while no one had asked me to. I was still
deeply afraid of any criticism, of her lashing out hard like Big Mama would
do if I forgot about something, even though that was unlikely to happen.

She then started tugging my nipple, gently but surely, between her wrinkled
index finger and thumb. I willingly let her, while knowing and feeling full
well what the effect of that would be.

"Very nice.." she said, while running her thumb over my now hard nipple,
and without saying a word, she reached out to my other breast, which was
only slightly out of reach.

I willingly bent my upper body towards her, and within a second, she
switched to my right breast, and did the exact same thing, leaving me with
two hard nipples. The room was dead silent. No laughter, no hushed voices,
nothing.

She moved her hand away from my breast, trailing her fingertips along my
naked tummy, and further down, dangerously close to my pussy, but moving up
towards my waist just before going too far down.

"That's a very pretty pussy.. I'd like to see it better."

Again, I knew what to do. I had learned the harsh way how to show off
provocatively, even though the idea of people watching to which all of this
was obviously new made it feel embarrassing. But Trudy seemed to know what
she could expect, and she was definitely expecting something.

"Of course.." I said, before I then stepped in front of the chair, and
while already anticipating the astonishment of the other women in the room,
I lifted one of my feet, and planted it high up on the armrest of Trudy's
chair, causing my thighs to be wide open, my pussy right in front of her
eyes.

"Oh wow, that's.." I heard from somewhere in the living room.

"Did you see how easily she did that?" I heard another hushed voice.

"She has clearly done that before," another chuckled.

"If I'm ever going to try and wear shoes like that, please stop me if I'm
going to try do something like that."

More chuckling, while Trudy was looking directly in between my legs.

"Very pretty.." Trudy said.

"You like it?" I repeated in yet another attempt to come off as flirty, as
willing, the way they clearly appreciated I was acting.

"Mm I do honey, it's very sexy," she said, as she reached out again, and
gently ran her wrinkled knuckles over my bare inner thigh as I stood there,
patiently.

There I was again, showing my naked body off completely, despite all the
promises to myself that I would never, ever do something like this again.

"I think I saw a very pretty ass too.." she then said, while she kept
stroking along my thigh with her knuckles.

For a few seconds, I didn't really know what to do with that remark, until
I realized it was a hint. To think that if I had hesitated like this with
Big Mama, I'd undoubtedly get harshly punished for it.

"Well we're seeing a pretty ass already, Trudy, maybe you'll be the one
who'll have to wait this time," someone else sneered, resulting in loud
laughter.

"I can show you," I then said, looking down on Trudy, while the others
seemed too busy joking to hear what was said between us.

"Would be a nice opportunity to convince me," she responded in a more quiet
voice, just as I was about to withdraw the high stripper heel from the
armrest.

Immediately I felt that pressure increase again. I was dependent on her for
a private appointment. For money. I didn't want to screw that up. I really,
really needed the money. And I remembered all too well what she was
primarily interested in. My ass. But in front of the others? How was I even
going to do that without looking like a complete slut?

Once I stood back up straight, I turned around. I had to at least try. The
room went more quiet again as I then assumed another pose for Trudy. I
parted my feet, more than I'd do if the idea of having to convince her
wasn't planted in my head, and then bent at the waist, resting my right
hand on my thigh, feeling how my cheeks parted simply because of the pose I
was assuming. It must have looked at least as slutty as when I just showed
her my pussy.

"Mm.. that's very nice.." I heard Trudy from behind me, right before I felt
one of her hands on my left cheek, caressing it with the palm of her hand,
right before I felt her squeeze my cheek, opening my crack even more,
feeling her thumb almost at the inside of my crack, making me feel very
aware of how she was looking directly at my anus.

I just stood still like that, allowing her to look at me in a way that
could be thought of as some sort of inspection. The others couldn't see
what she was looking at, how she was exposing my ass even more by squeezing
my cheek like that, but I'm very sure they got the idea.

"She does keep surprising me," I heard someone say, in awe of what she was
seeing, apparently.

"Definitely not innocent," someone chuckled.

I was under too much stress to say anything, and I just stood there, hoping
Trudy would make up her mind about inviting me for a private appointment,
while she gently kept squeezing my cheek, releasing tension, then
increasing again, kneading it.

Eventually, I felt her hand withdraw, and move to my hip, casually stroking
before I felt a few soft pats on my cheek.

"Alright honey, time to give the others the show they want."

I felt my face glowing as I stood up straight again. I would never get used
to being looked at that way. I wasn't like other girls doing this sort of
thing. The girls at the Stiletto club were very different.

Meanwhile, there was more chatter in the room, and when I looked to the
side, I saw that Elizabeth, the woman at the far end who had been mostly
passive when I did my little show for her before, seemed to be leaving, and
the others were making a fuzz about it.

"Are you sure you want to leave already? You liked her show, didn't you?"

"Now let's not push her, I'm glad she stayed for as long as she did. Do you
want us to pay back half?" Ella offered her.

"Wait what? I'm not going to pay back half, we were all in on this!"

"No but we knew Elizabeth was sacrificing herself, and I think it's nice
that she stayed this long."

Ella once again proved herself to be the nice teacher she apparently
was. She really seemed like a caring person.

"Oh no really, that's not necessary. It's just not for me, and me being
here will just make things awkward."

I kept standing there, completely nude on my high platform heels, waiting
while the group was arguing.

Ella had stood up as well, and was about to show Elizabeth out, but before
they did, the two walked towards me.

"Thank you, Princess, for the nice show," Elizabeth said, in a somewhat
stiff way, clearly having only been present, and even been paying, because
her friends had wanted her to, which made me feel even more awkward
standing there naked in front of her.

"You're welcome," I smiled politely.

Ella then walked with her to the door, and for a moment, I wasn't sure what
to do.

"I can't believe she didn't want to stay."

"Well it means more attention for us, I'm not complaining!"

More chuckling.

"Sooo I think it's our turn now?" one of the women said.

"Well she wasn't done with us yet before Trudy -"

"Oh god, here they go again.." Trudy mumbled from behind me.

The women on the couches across each other kept bitching at each other,
couch against couch, about whose turn it was. I didn't mind so
much. Despite wanting to give them their money's worth, which I figured was
only fair, I was on the clock. The arguing wasn't my fault.

Ella finally came back, and stood next to me, while the women still went on
about whose turn it was, how they had all paid, that Trudy got more than
them, they just didn't stop.

"I'm so sorry, you must be wondering in what kind of place you ended
up. They're not usually like that, I swear," Ella grinned, while she took
my hand in hers in a somewhat motherly way, rubbing my palm with her thumb.

"Oh it's fine, I don't mind," I answered. It was the truth.

"Now girls, girls!" Ella finally spoke up. "I have an idea. What if we move
to the dining room, so we can all sit a little closer together, and
Princess can tease us all a bit at the same time. I think it's better than
fighting the whole time and not getting anything, don't you agree?"

"To the dining room? How would that work?"

Ella seemed to be wondering too now, about what she proposed, trying to
find creative ways to make this work.

"Well.. maybe.. what if she gets up on the table? And we all sit around the
table?"

There was some mumbling, again about their little disagreement, but things
were definitely quieter.

"Is that okay? For you to get on the table?" Ella then asked me.

"Yeah of course, I mean.. no problem, if that's what you want."

I wasn't even sure how, but the women then finally seemed to agree.

"Alright, the dining room it is," someone said, and the rest followed her
lead, getting off their seats, and making their way towards the door all
the way in the back of the living room.

Ella still held my hand, as me and her walked in last.

"I still can't believe I have such a sexy girl in my house, all naked," she
grinned at me.

"I'm very real," I joked at her, while strutting along with her, taller
than her on those very high platform heels.

"Oh I know you are, I can feel you."

The dining room was a smaller room, but with a large brown dinner table in
it, and around it were eight chairs. The women were taking their seats, and
Ella led me to the head of the table.

"So ehm.. you want me to stand on the table? Should I take my shoes off?"

She seemed undecided.

"Well they do look really sexy on you, like a real stripper, you know? I
mean, of course you are, but you know what I mean."

"Maybe she can just get on there on her knees and crawl back and forth a
bit, I'm sure she'll look great," Trudy then said, her voice as calm and
serious as before, while sitting at the other end of the table.

"Oh maybe you're right! Is that okay?" Ella turned to me again, as if it
was a brilliant new idea that would make her plan work.

"Mhm, sure," I answered, although feeling a bit nervous about it. I wasn't
sure how I was going to do that and still give them what they had paid
for. But it was their idea, not mine.

"So ehm.. are you sure you don't want me to take off my shoes?" I asked
Ella.

I didn't want to damage her dining table with those dangerous high
heels. What would her husband even think? Was she married? Did he live here
too? And where was he now? Apart from all that, I'd really like not wearing
those shoes for a few minutes.

"Oh no it's fine honey, we're going to get a new one soon anyway, and it's
damaged in a number of places already. Don't worry about it."

"Okay.." I then said, and I knew I had no choice but to get up on the
table, for whatever little show they were expecting now.

I put my one knee up on the table before I put my other knee on it,
carefully moving forward a bit so I was all the way on there.

"Maybe start with a sexy crawl toward me, nice and slow," Trudy then
said. Again she was clearly the one taking charge.

"Mhm.." I said, not really feeling as if I had a say in it. In a way, I was
kind of glad that she was instructing me, because I wasn't entirely sure
what to do.

I then put my hands on the table, on all fours, and there I went. I knew I
had to make it sexy, daring, and I even knew how. I was trained, whether it
had been against my will or not.

With my back arched, one knee in front of the other, very slowly, I started
to crawl on top of the table, surrounded by the women sitting and watching
while I was fully on display. The room went quiet again as all attention
was turned to me.

"Oh, wow. The dining table really was a great idea, Ella," one of them
said, clearly satisfied with what she was seeing.

I didn't think it was a great idea at all. As much as I had already been on
display in various situations, being there completely nude on top of the
table, with those housewives surrounding me, my naked body being watched
from all sides, felt as if I was reaching yet another level of exposure.

"That is just the sexiest thing I've ever seen," I heard someone say,
clearly in awe.

With the group much more quiet than before, and crawling there on the
table, my naked body for all to see, my butt swaying seductively with the
long, slow strides I was taking, with my back arched, my breasts swinging
slightly with every move, and realizing only seconds later how I was doing
this without having received any explicit instruction. Apparently the harsh
lessons that Big Mama had taught me, and the fear of what would happen if I
did come off as anywhere near boring was still deeply rooted in my
subconscious.

"My goodness, look at how she moves.."

"I think she really is a little tiger," one of them chuckled.

"Mmm she's a sexy tiger."

"I really like my front row view," someone I had just crawled past
remarked.

"I think most of us have a pretty good view now except for Trudy this
time!" someone poked fun at Trudy, who was sitting at the head of the
table, facing me. The others laughed.

"Oh I'm pretty sure she'll make it worth the wait once she turns and gives
me a nice show.. I think she knows what I like to see by now. Right,
Princess?" Trudy remarked, while clearly looking into my direction in a way
that seemed as if she was going to expect something. The others went quiet
again.

"Of course," I answered, playing the part once again. She seemed satisfied,
but kept gazing directly into my eyes. Once again I thought back of what
she and I had discussed privately.

The seconds of silence felt awkward, while I had no choice but to continue
my sexy crawl, knowing I was being observed so closely, from all sides.

"I can't even imagine she's any different in normal life. It seems like she
was just born a tease."

"It makes me think of what you said about her being a friend of Nora. What
if she came over, had dinner with the two of you, and helped cleaning off
the table. She'd probably bend at the waist while picking up every plate
right next to you, sticking out her ass, then look back, and go, 'do you
like it?'"

The others burst into laughter, while the way she was kind of mocking my
voice, imagining me in that situation, felt humiliating. But I had to leave
them to their little fantasies. I had to tell myself that they were making
fun of my act, not making fun of me as a person, to make this visit at
least feel remotely positive. I knew for a fact that it could have been way
worse.

"Even watching her load the dishwasher would probably be a treat!"

"Do you load the dishwasher as sexy as you do teasing us here, Princess?"

"Mhm, all the time," I played along once again, giving a polite smile to
whoever was looking at my face at that moment.

"Well you can load up my dishwasher anytime, honey."

More laughter, while I kept crawling towards Trudy at the head of the
table. So far no one was touching me, they were just enjoying the show,
while they kept making their silly jokes, but when I finally arrived in
front of Trudy, she reached out to me with her palms up.

I wasn't sure at first what she was planning to do, until I came closer,
and her plan revealed itself. She reached towards my chest, and before I
realized what she wanted, she cupped both my breasts, squeezing them like
she had done before.

"There she is.." she said with a faint smile while looking into my eyes.

I just smiled back at her, once again remembering our little agreement, and
what she already knew about me. I patiently allowed her, my face right in
front of hers while I was sitting there on the table on all fours, and just
like before, she started rubbing her thumbs over my nipples with a slight
bit of pressure. It had the exact same effect, and yet again, I had no
choice but to let her.

"Now Princess.." she started while she kept playing with my nipples like
that, "I think you owe us a few lap dances, hmm?"

"Mhm.." I replied, remembering what we had agreed on, although I was
letting them lead me through what they wanted so far.

At the same time, I felt a hand on my butt, softly caressing my left cheek,
squeezing my flesh slightly a few times.

"Oh I almost forgot that we can touch her," I heard someone laugh from the
side, just before another joined and started to do the same with my right
cheek.

"Now why don't you go and make a very nice, sexy round along the table,
showing off that sexy body.. and asking who wants a lap dance, what do you
think."

"Sure," I replied, and telling myself that I knew how to do this. Or at
least, I had done it once before, back at the club. I was able to do it. I
should be able to.

"Mm.. but only after you turn around and give me a sexy little show, you
know what I like to see.."

And with that, she let go of my breasts. Yes, I knew what she wanted to
see, and yet again I was reminded of our little secret. And there I was,
having to convince her once again, or at least, that's what it felt like.

It didn't take a genius to figure out which position she wanted me to take,
even though this time there hadn't been any specific instructions.

I started turning around at the head of the table carefully, causing the
few hands resting on my butt to slide off my skin, until I was positioned
with my rear towards Trudy. My hands were back on the table, and with my
back arched, causing my butt to stick out invitingly, my legs parted,
causing my crack to open, I started to give her a little show by gyrating
my hips slowly. I knew she could see everything, just like before. My labia
on full display, but I had a pretty good idea of what she wanted to look
at. My anus, which was exposed just as easily.

Once again the idea of being watched like that from behind, and Trudy
probably having thoughts, fantasies, about my ass, which she had been very
clear about in our brief private conversation before, made me feel very
much on the spot.

It didn't take long before I saw the same two women who had been touching
my butt before, now both reached for my breasts, cupping them under me,
gently kneading them, with me patiently allowing it while I put on that
slutty show in front of Trudy.

"God, her skin feels so smooth and sexy."

"She's definitely something," I heard Trudy's low voice from behind me,
right before I felt her hand on my left cheek again, squeezing it like
before, opening my crack more than how exposed it already was. "How about
you use your hands a bit, honey."

That remark was a trigger for me. It had been a part of the violent drill I
had to suffer with Big Mama, and for a second, even this woman suggesting
I'd use my hands felt like criticism that could end in a bad way, even
though that wasn't reasonable to think in this situation.

Probably for that reason, I didn't hesitate at all, as I then reached back
with my right hand, and started to seductively caress my right cheek, the
one Trudy wasn't touching, while I supported myself with my left arm.

"Mmm.. but how about.." Trudy then said, as I suddenly felt her fingers
around my wrist, moving my arm forward while I was too confused to really
push back, ".. a little sexier, for all that money you're getting.." she
said, as she moved my hand towards my inner thigh, gently but very surely,
while I felt reluctant, not entirely sure I should allow this or whether I
even wanted to do this for them, "..hmm?" she added, as she guided my hand
in between my legs.

I felt reluctant, but I didn't dare to protest. What if this could simply
be expected for this amount of money? Or what if she'd turn me down for
that other service we talked about after all? I needed that money. I needed
to get at least one extra customer out of this. And what would the others
even think if I went this far? Things had been at least a bit more innocent
and playful until now, and touching myself there just seemed like slightly
crossing the boundaries of what all this should be, in my mind at least.

The room had gone very quiet again, the hands that had been on my breasts
were withdrawn, and before long, I found myself softly running my hand in
between my legs, teasingly rubbing my pussy. I knew how to do it. It was
just that I hadn't expected at all to be doing this now, and it felt
somewhat embarrassing. As if things had just crossed the line between
playful and obscene.

"I'm just astonished how Trudy has a way with these things," someone then
broke the silence.

"But is she okay with this? I didn't hear you ask her that, Trudy. Are you
okay with this, Princess?" I heard Ella's genuinely worried voice.

"Oh trust me, girls like her aren't as innocent as they look. For this kind
of money, you should see how they act at a bachelor party," Trudy answered
before I had a chance to respond.

"Well.. but I like her the way she acts with us," Ella responded, trying to
defend her point, or even me. She was genuinely a sweet person.

"I mean, I think it's hot what she's doing there, even though I can't
really see it," someone else remarked after a few seconds of silence.

"You'll get your turn.." Trudy said, while I kept stroking my labia slowly,
as I presumed Trudy expected. Despite feeling embarrassed doing it in front
of that group of what seemed to be housewives, I definitely still
remembered how to tease, even to this extent. As if it never left my
system, and was easily triggered. The one thing I was most concerned about,
as I was harshly conditioned to be by Big Mama, was doing anything wrong.

"Are you sure this is okay, Princess?" I heard Ella again.

"Of course," I even gave a polite smile to where she was sitting at the
table. I didn't want her worried, or myself causing some kind of
conflict. What option did I have? To tell her what I was already doing was
not okay? And apart from that, there was the idea that I still wanted
another customer out of this.

"Very sexy, honey," I finally heard Trudy's approving voice, "now why don't
you start making that round so everyone can enjoy you being such a sexy
tease."

"Okay," I said, and while I was just trying to make up my mind in which
direction I'd go, I felt two gentle taps on my right cheek. "And don't
forget those lap dances, honey."

"There comes our sexy tiger again," one of the two women sitting at one
side smirked. It was the couple of women who had been the most forward
before, apart from Trudy.

I smiled at them, and just because they were the first to mention anything,
I decided they'd get the first turn, even though I was still busy trying to
figure out what they'd expect. Or maybe more precisely, what Trudy expected
me to do.

But that was resolved quickly, because they had their own ideas.

"Could you maybe lay on your side?"

"Of course.." I said, trying my best to maintain that flirty, easy going
tone that I was sure of by now they appreciated, as I then lowered myself
onto the table, face towards them, resting on my side.

It took only seconds before the other one reached out towards my left
breast, and the fondling continued, the expression on her face making it
clear she was enjoying it, occasionally looking into my eye, while I
started to feel the other woman stroke my outer thigh.

"She looks like she's flexible," the woman stroking my thigh then said,
"can you put your one leg up all the way in the air?"

Just when I thought I couldn't possibly feel more exposed right there on
top of the table. But there was something else going on. There was
something in the eyes of the woman asking me to do it that I didn't
like. That smirk, as if challenging me. And even though she, or even Trudy,
might not have had bad intentions at all, it felt as if they were trying to
push me around, and I wasn't going to have that. Sure, if they had been a
bunch of gangsters, I'd know I wouldn't be able to push them away. But this
was different.

Suddenly I thought back of the little pep talk that Alexa, the woman who
had helped me with my clothes and makeup back in the gang's mansion, had
given me. About being a strong girl. About telling myself that no one could
hurt me. That I was the sexiest, the strongest. And while it had helped me
only for a brief moment then, I figured it might definitely help me
now. Who did they think they were? And did they think I was some weak,
scared little mouse? They were just a bunch of housewives. I had
experienced worse than this. Much worse. Did they think they could
intimidate me? No, instead, I was going to intimidate them. The way Trudy
had pushed me before had already irritated me, but I had been insecure,
scared even. But that was going to change. I felt a deep urge to take
control again. If they wanted provocative, they were going to get it.

Without saying a word, I then leaned back a bit, resting on my elbow, and
then slowly raised my right leg into the air. I kept going until my foot
was raised all the way, my leg straight. But I didn't stop there. Just as
Trudy had me do before, I then reached towards my crotch with my hand, and
started to slowly stroke my pussy, while lying there in that very open
position.

I saw the woman who had asked me to do it watch me quietly with her mouth
open, and seconds after, the others started to cheer, louder than before.

"Oh my god, look at that!"

One of them even clapped her hands, as if applauding.

"Isn't she the best? Isn't she just the best?"

"So far for sweet and innocent Princess!"

My change in attitude was noticed immediately, or at least, it felt like
that. And I enjoyed it. I enjoyed having that feeling of control again. I
needed it, and I wasn't going to let go of it this time.

And I wasn't finished just yet. The woman who had asked me to do it was
still quiet, staring at me with her mouth open. She seemed speechless.

"You like that?" I asked her, with a smirk on my face that might have even
seemed slightly devious. It felt as if I was turning the tables on her.

She just kept staring at how my hand moved teasingly between my legs, at my
leg raised up all the way, as if in a slight shock.

"Huh? Oh, yeah," she finally mumbled, seemingly having some trouble
processing what she was looking at, before looking away from me, to the
others. She seemed to try to make it look casual, but in my mind, she did
it because she was embarrassed. Intimidated. I was reaching my goal. I had
to hold on to this state of mind.

"You know that feeling where you're both jealous and kind of turned on at
the same time?" she then muttered.

"I know exactly what you mean!"

But I still wasn't finished with her. I wanted to crush her. I wanted to
crush all of them. They weren't going to see me as some weak girl, someone
reluctant because she didn't have much experience. Because I had
experience, no matter the way I had accumulated it.

I kept my eyes on her.

"So you want a lap dance?" I then asked her directly, forcing her to look
at me again by talking directly at her.

She seemed startled by my direct question.

"Uhuh, yeah..?"

Feeling much more confident now, I finally withdrew my hand, and lowered my
leg, before then getting on my knees to move towards the edge of the table,
and then moved my feet over the edge to slide off of it.

"Move back a bit."

I could hardly believe myself, the way I was now directing her. But I loved
riding that wave of confidence, of control.

Without a word, she scooted her chair back to give me some space. It felt
as if I could have told her to do anything. Realizing I apparently had that
power felt like a huge relief.

Immediately then, I moved towards her, and facing her, I moved my leg up
over her lap, and within a matter of seconds, I was straddling her, while
putting my arm around her shoulder for support. They were going to remember
not to mess with Princess.

I then started grinding her lap, slowly but surely, my naked body pressing
against her clothes.

The room was bustling again while I did it.

"Look at how she moves! Look at that butt!"

I smiled, without anyone seeing it. So this was what revenge felt like. Or
at least, in my mind it felt like revenge, and that was all that mattered.

The woman I was giving a lap dance seemed speechless. She didn't even
attempt to touch me anywhere, she just sat there.

After a short while, I then moved off of her, and turned around in front of
her. This time with my back to her, I put my butt right into her lap, and
started to grind slowly again, while having a chance to look into the room,
although I looked mostly at the floor. Not because I was shy. I was
concentrating, and I didn't want anyone to distract me.

"Wow, I can see why guys must like this," I heard someone say.

"Well I can tell you that girls like this too!" the woman I was doing a lap
dance on finally exclaimed. It was followed by a loud wave of laughter.

Finally then, I decided that this was all she was going to get, and I got
off her lap, standing up straight again, while looking at the other woman.

"You want one too?"

"Oh god yes," she grinned, and immediately moved the chair back, just as I
had directed the other woman to do.

I repeated the exact same thing as I had done on the other woman,
straddling her. She seemed a bit less intimidated, and moved her hand
around me, stroking my back before giving my butt a few playful pats. I
didn't mind. I was going to stay in control from now on.

"Oh wow I had never imagined how this would feel," she said after I had
turned around. "She's going to be the hero in my fantasies for a long time,
believe me."

The others burst out in laughter while I kept performing, but even I
couldn't help but smiling. These women really had no ill will in them, and
perhaps that made my own mind trick work. In any case, I had Alexa to thank
for it.

After I was done with her, I hesitated a bit, but I decided I was going to
make my way back to the others over the table, not around it. By that time,
I was very sure they were going to be satisfied with my services.

I put my knee up onto the table again, pulled my other knee up onto it, and
there I was again, on top of the table, crawling towards the other side,
slow and sexy.

Across me were the skinny woman, and the chubby woman who had been so
reluctant around me before, not knowing what was or wasn't allowed. I
decided to resolve that first. She was going to be an easy target in my
flow of what felt like a revenge on my nervous self.

I crawled directly towards her, my eyes fixating her, smiling. I decided
that she deserved a little show too, before offering my lap dance.

I remembered well how she had been reluctant to touch me, and I was going
to play into that. I turned around on the table, and assumed a similar pose
to the one with Trudy. My knees apart, my back arched, completely on
display for her.

My own courage surprised me, while I then reached back, gave a few gentle
pats on my butt, right before gesturing back at her with my finger, as if
inviting her to touch.

"She's flirting with Angela, look!" someone exclaimed. So that was her
name.

"Well you better do what she wants!" another chuckled.

Angela got the hint immediately, and reached up towards my butt. The first
few seconds she seemed cautious still, caressing my right cheek gently, but
then, to my slight surprise, she started kneading my cheek in a way that
was more firm than I expected.

"You go Angela!"

"What is she doing?"

"Having a good time with that perfect ass, what else," the skinny woman
next to Angela grinned. Loud laughter again. They seemed to be opening up
even more in their enthusiasm.

But then she did something I hadn't expected from her at all. She suddenly
withdrew her hand, only to have it land back with a hard, stinging smack on
the same cheek she had been touching before. I jumped slightly, and I was
sure it had left a mark. It was as if she didn't know her own strength.

"Oh, Angela, careful," Ella gasped.

I looked back at her over my shoulder, and saw Angela blush heavily,
looking at Ella while she seemed afraid to have done something that wasn't
allowed after all. She then looked back at me as if she was a child who had
just been caught stealing cookies and feeling bad about it. Despite the
whole situation, her expression seemed endearing.

"It's okay," I then said, trying to comfort her. I had experienced much
worse, and with her clear realization of guilt, I almost felt sorry for
her. "You want a lap dance?" I continued to offer her.

She just nodded, her face still red like a tomato.

For the second time, I then turned around, and climbed off the table. I
stood there waiting for a few seconds before she realized what I was
expecting, and then nervously scooted back her chair.

She was the biggest of all of them, and I had to spread my legs pretty wide
to be able to straddle her, but I managed to do it. And just like with the
others, I started grinding her lap slowly. I still felt a bit for her, as
she seemed to still feel guilty about that hard smack, and I wanted to make
her understand that it wasn't a big deal. I reached for her arm, and gently
guided it around me, so that her hand was back on my butt. No smacking this
time. Not even kneading. She just carefully caressed, while I gave her a
bit more time than the others.

"Aw look at that.." I heard Ella's motherly voice again, "isn't she nice,
Angela?"

Angela still didn't speak. It was only when I turned around when I heard
her voice close to my ear, as if she didn't want the others to hear it,
"thank you, you really are nice." It brought a genuine smile to my face,
while performing my slow grinding ritual.

I gave the skinny woman a lap dance too, everyone was going to get a
turn. What I remember mostly from performing on that woman, was that the
contrast between sitting on that much bigger woman's lap was somewhat
awkward to adjust to while performing on her bony legs.

Lastly, there was Ella, who had been so very nice to me the whole time. I
looked directly at her while I came walking towards her, smiling at her. I
didn't mind at all coming to her. If only I would be able to find more
women like her to be my customers, then this whole predicament wouldn't be
as bad as it was.

"Hi," I smiled as I stood in front of her. "Do you want a lap dance or do I
need to be spanked again?" I teased her.

"Oh," she started to laugh. "Honestly I'd love both, but.." her eyes
sparkled.

I didn't wait for her to make up her mind, but I did have an idea. First
she was going to have the lap dance like the others anyway. I stood in
front of her, straddled her, and performed my little act, while she ran her
hands over my back. It even felt as if she did it because she cared for me.

"I just wanted to say you've been so great, you were just perfect. And I
love what you just did for Angela, that was so nice of you," she spoke to
me quietly while the others were still chatting and joking among each
other.

"Of course, no problem," I smiled while I was continuing my little show,
giving her the same as the others.

While I had turned around to finish my lap dance with her, she then told me
that it was time. I had done what they paid for, I was pretty sure of
it. But it didn't mean I was going to let go of part two of my little plan
for Ella. Just because I wanted to. Because she had genuinely cared for me.

I stood up from her lap, but turned around towards her again, took a few
steps towards her to stand on her side, and just as she started to talk to
the others, "Okay everyo-", I started lowering my body over her lap, just
like before.

She started to giggle, as I then invitingly patted my butt a few times.

"Oh Princess, you really are a tease aren't you!"

And it didn't take long before I received yet another few slaps on my butt,
patiently playing the bad girl act she had loved so much before, before
getting up.

"Thank you sweetie, you really are the best," she beamed as I then finally
stood up straight again, knowing my visit had come to an end.

Ella then stood up to get everyone's attention, putting her arm around my
waist as I stood there, still nude except for the stripper heels.

"Okay everyone, listen up! Time's up with our gorgeous Princess,
unfortunately!"

She even sounded like a teacher, taking charge and talking to her friends
like that, with me standing there like some student she was telling them
about. Except, a very naked student.

"Well I think she's made up more than enough for our previous attempt to do
this, what do you think?"

"Oh totally. From now on, we're only going to invite her."

"Well but we said this was going to be a one time thing though, right? I
mean, it's not cheap.." someone said in a worried tone.

"I was just joking. Or was I? I mean.. wow."

Some others started to chuckle.

"Well if we'll do it again, I definitely want her."

The others nodded in agreement.

"So do you get dressed now, or how does that work?" Ella then asked me,
relying on me as the one knowing all the ins and outs.

"Mhm," I smiled.

She then leaned towards me, holding her hand at my ear. "In the meantime,
I'll take care of that tip Trudy promised, okay? And maybe others will have
tips too."

Once again I was impressed by how nice and considerate she was.

"Thank you.." I said, before I then finally made my way out of the dining
room, away from everyone, strutting down that suburban house in just the
heels, towards the living room, where I picked up the school girl skirt
still on the floor, before I continued towards the bathroom.

I only noticed how tired my legs were when I sat down on the toilet seat to
finally take off the high heels. I rubbed my feet a bit, before then
getting back in my normal clothes.

I was proud of myself. I had managed to pull this off, and it felt like I
had at least a new strategy to feel more comfortable with all this. The
Alexa trick, was what I called it in my head. Above all, this had been very
good money. Maybe three.. or four appointments like this in a week, and I'd
be able to meet Big Mama's high demand. But four appointments like this in
a week? How was I even going to get those? This one had been arranged for
me, but what if nothing else came through? What if Trudy wouldn't contact
me within a week? Then how was I supposed to get that money?

I tried not to panic again, while I got into my regular underwear, my
pants, shirt, socks, and finally my shoes. Maybe Ella..? Or maybe the
chubby woman? She seemed interested in her own way, didn't she?

But I remembered all too well what Candy had told me. To not be too
aggressive. I'd have to be subtle. Maybe I'd still have a chance to talk
someone into it?

I checked my phone to see what time it was. 7 past 10. Candy would pick me
up in 8 minutes. If I wanted to see if I could talk someone else into my,
well, other services, I'd have to be quick.

With my duffle bag over my shoulder, I then stepped out of the bathroom
wearing my normal clothes, and I saw the women having gathered in the
hallway, ready to leave as well, and seemingly waiting to say goodbye to
me.

But having them so bunched up together didn't give me a chance at all to
talk privately to anyone, while I exchanged a few hugs and goodbyes.

Trudy didn't say anything as I said goodbye to her. She only touched my hip
briefly, before gently patting on my butt a few times. I felt myself blush,
being once again reminded of what she was hinting at. But I knew that I
wanted her to contact me. Soon. I just couldn't tell her with the others
around.

When I gave the chubby woman a slight hug, I felt her pushing something in
my hand. Another 20. "Thank you," she just said, and quickly looked away
again. No chance talking to her.

The women said goodbye to Ella quickly, and before I knew it, I was the
only one left, standing in the hallway with Ella.

"I have a few more tips for you," she then said, turning to me, holding out
her hand to me, with a small wad of bills.

"Oh thank you," I said, as I took the bills from her with a polite smile.

I didn't want to count in front of her, but glancing at it, I figured it
must be something like 35, 40 in total.

"I'm so glad we picked you, you did really great, did I already tell you
that?" she smiled.

"You did, thanks," I laughed.

"So.. is anyone coming to pick you up?"

"Mhm."

"Maybe we should look out of the living room window, so we can see when
someone arrives. What kind of car is it?" she said while I followed her to
the living room.

"Eh.. a black Mercedes."

There was an awkward silence as we stood there, and I realized that this
might be my last chance.

"You know, if you want I can give you my number, maybe if you want some
time alone with me," I then said, feeling myself blush a bit.

Ella looked directly at me, with an expression on her face I couldn't quite
bring home.

"I'm not sure what you mean?"

I started feeling awkward when that question came.

"Like, you know. If you want to spank me again or something," I faked a
playful little smile, although I felt myself blush as I said it. "Or
anything else you want."

She gazed at me, and when I saw some sort of disbelief in her eyes, I
realized I might have made a mistake.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" she then raised her voice in
what seemed to be disbelief. "I didn't think you were like that, I honestly
didn't!"

She swallowed, then sighed.

"I thought you were a nice girl. Just a tease. This is really
disappointing," she continued after a pause.

I froze. Of all the women there, the one I had really liked was her.

"Okay sorry, forget what I said," I said, deeply regretting what I just
did, running my hand through my hair while looking down. This felt so
deeply humiliating.

"Well the problem is that you said it."

Her words stung so bad, I felt like I was going to cry. I managed to
swallow my tears.

Just then, a car pulled up and stopped in front of the house.

"I think that's your taxi." Her voice sounded so much colder than before.

I just nodded, as I started walking to the front door. She still had the
courtesy to open it for me.

"I really didn't mean to -"

"Bye Princess."

I turned, and while I walked to the car, it felt like I was carrying a
stone in my stomach. I felt like such an idiot. It felt as if I had ruined
everything for her in just those few minutes. And not just for her, also
for myself. I'd probably never see her again, while I had left her thinking
I was some kind of slut. A hooker. The hooker that I really was.

"Hi honey," Candy greeted me as I opened the passenger door of the black
Mercedes.

I got in without a word, put the duffle bag between my feet, and we drove
off.