You are going to pick up tricks with us, bring them back here, and screw their brains out.You are going to pick up tricks with us, bring them back here, and screw their brains out. We may even have you pick up your best friend. But you know what, Honey? I "guarantee" he won't have any idea who you are, and he wouldn't care if he did. All he will be able to think about is this hot-looking fox in front of him that he just HAS to get his cock into. And "you: will want him to do it, too, because by that time you will be one of us, and he will be just another source of income to you. The only way you will "really" get it on is with another hooker; WE know what it takes to get each other hot. I'm getting very hot just thinking about turning you into a really sexy whore. I want to see you all dressed up, made up, with curves in all the right places. We'll turn tricks together, but the special moments, the hot moments, we will save for each other. Besides, Lover, if you don't go along with it, I just might start showing these pictures of you around, you know what I mean?" The threats weren't necessary; by that time I would have given her anything to do what she said she was going to do. She probably knew that already, and just tossed them in to add a little drama. She started that night by examining my feminine wardrobe ("You do have good taste, Honey"). She laced me into one of my corsets, then added stockings, heels, a sheer black peignoir, full makeup, and my platinum blonde wig. |