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"Playing Dress-Up" (Part 3 of 3)

By Orestes

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***

It was a god awful hot summer day, and if circumstances were different,
I would've been enjoying it by the side of the pool. Maybe I would've
gossiped with the other women about the latest humiliations that
Rebecca Mitchell had inflicted on some poor neighbour of ours. And it
would have been funny...

... if it weren't for the fact that Maxine and I were now the subjects
of this gossip.

There was no way to know how much of the story Rebecca or her sons had
told to our neighbours. They probably wouldn't know the whole story. I
doubt that anyone ever did. There might be rumours about my 'date' with
her son, Eric, but I hoped that the details hadn't been filled in.
Maybe the neighbours had seen the way that Maxine and I, each in turn,
had come to Rebecca Mitchell's condo just the previous evening, with
the look of surrender on our faces.

And maybe the neighbours had seen Maxine walk with downcast eyes to the
condo of Rebecca's older son, Eddie, while I remained anxiously behind,
serving the queen her tea and rubbing her feet like a goddamned
servant. But no one could know what went on between Eddie, his friends,
and Maxine.

Not even I knew the details.

She came home smelling of beer, and piss, and unable to express the
degradations they had inflicted on her. I could imagine the taunts as
she revealed her almost middle-aged body to them. I could almost hear
their laughter at the sag of her breasts, and the little extra flab on
her rear end. They must have been merciless to her. I could see it in
her eyes.

More than any of that, it was the unspoken damage to our relationship
that kept us in painful silence. The secrets we had guarded so closely
were falling away, and even with all of the love we felt for each
other, we couldn't stash all of the secrets back into a paper bag in
the bedroom closet.

Rebecca was closing in on the truth, and there was only one shot out
of  this whole ugly mess...

Kristina.

My last friend Kristina, was the only person around here who Rebecca
Mitchell paid any grudging respect to. In a perverse way, Kristina
probably considered her and Rebecca friends, although I think she's
kidding  herself a bit. I didn't doubt Kristina would use all her
skills to try and bail me out , the question was, how much slack
Rebecca would cut her when It came to me. Even Rebecca praised
Kristina's merciless negotiator instincts, and I'd heard  Rebecca brag
that Kristina made sure never found herself on the losing end of  a
deal.

Tonight, she was going over Rebecca's on our behalf.

That was my last hope. Kristina.

If Rebecca Mitchell would leave us alone, and let us repair our
crumbling relationship, I'd call what she'd done to me and Max even.

*****

The phone call came while Maxine was having a nap. It had been over an
hour since I saw Kristina crossing the complex to visit with Rebecca
Mitchell. I waited anxiously for her to emerge, but she didn't come
out. Instead, the phone rang.

" Hello, " I said quietly, trying not to wake Maxine up.

" Hi... it's me, " it was Rebecca's voice. " Look, maybe you'd better
come over. I think we can work things out. "

The tone of her voice was unreadable. It was almost like she was
whispering, and I couldn't tell if she was actually in a mood to
forgive and forget.

This was it. I closed the door quietly as I left our condo, and began
the walk to Rebecca's place. Across the wide courtyard and from the
patios surrounding the pool, I could feel the eyes of the community
following me. Twice before, I had taken this humiliating walk to beg
Rebecca's mercy.

I'd been as humble as I could. I called her Mrs. Mitchell. I accepted
her little verbal jabs without protest. I had even spent the greater
part of our last visit together gently sucking and licking at her toes,
hoping to distract her from her purpose.

Now I stood at her doorway again, and found it slightly open.

I heard a voice coming from inside. I quietly walked in, my breath
quickening. I heard the voice again, coming from the living room, and
realized it was a bit  muffled. It sounded like Kristina's, but I
wasn't sure. I swallowed dryly as I stepped into the living room.

Nothing could have prepared me for the scene inside.

It definitely *was* was Kristina's muffled voice, but I couldn't see
her. Rebecca  was fully dressed but the atmosphere made me feel I was
walking in on someone having sex.

Even the lights were dimmed, and it took my eyes a moment to adjust.

I could see Rebecca was sitting on something, but I couldn't see what.
Rebecca raised a finger to her lips for me to remain silent, and shared
a conspiratorial smile I didn't return as Kristina prattled on, I now
realized, located somewhere behind Rebecca. It wasn't the tone of a
confident skilled negotiator, but the private intimate tone of someone
desperately working to please another.

Rebecca moved slightly to one said, and I finally saw Kristina. She
held a ridiculous position, crouched on her feet, with her arms held
rigid at her side, her body forming a human stool for Rebecca to sit
on. Kristina, the stool, was totally nude, except for her large black
glasses, which  looked even more ridiculous on the embarrassed
negotiator than they normally did. Kristina's glasses were more than a
little fogged up as she grunted from her new position, sweat tickling
her chin from the strain of keeping this unnatural position.

All the colour drained from her face looked over and saw me  there for
the first time. The word betrayal didn't even come close as Kristina's
eyes went wide, her mind desperately wondering how long I'd been
standing there. How much I'd heard. How deeply she'd fucked me.

I looked over to the older woman. Then to Paula. What the heck was
Paula doing over here too? Apparently, just standing at attention in
the darkness of the far hallway, wearing the silly  little uniform that
for some reason always made me blush. She didn't look me in the eye.

I could tell by the look in her eyes, Kristina was revealing the sordid
details of my inner most private secrets with Maxine. Kristina was
using them to curry favour with the older woman, the same way she'd
revealed Paula's secrets to me, I numbly realised.

Now that she had savoured the betrayed look on my face, the complete
sense of despair, Rebecca was ready to reveal the rest of her game. She
spoke to me as she started to unfasten her pants.

" Crystal, I know this couldn't have been your idea, to send poor
Kristina here on your behalf. No, you know better than that. She must
have decided to come herself. "

We were all just silly little toys to Rebecca. Fuck. Three grown women,
all under her command. The one I had trusted to defend me was lowest of
all, displaying her body in a position that just screamed of
submission.

Servitude.

" No, my dear Crystal, " Rebecca continued. " After the way you
salivated on my toes last night, on your knees, while my son abused
your lover...  well, I just know that *you* wouldn't be stupid enough
to ask Kristina to intervene. "

A moment of doubt came. Maybe, Kristina was in the same boat as Paula
and I.

I couldn't, wouldn't, believe she'd do this to me voluntarily. Yes, she
was a bit two faced when with Rebecca, but so was I when savouring
details of Paula's humiliation. It's so easy to do when the focus is on
someone else. Why was Kristina just kneeling there like that? I winced
at my embarrassed friend as we exchanged an awkward glances. What the
hell could Rebecca possibly have on her ?

Rebecca was wearing a smart business suit today.  I watched impotently
as the grey trousers dropped down her long legs.

" I thought you might appreciate watching this, little Crystal. After
all, you are a lesbian, aren't you ? It's a shame that poor Kristina
isn't, but I'm sure she'll do her best. "

I was aware of my own heavy breathing. Yes, I'm a lesbian. On top of
that, in reading the stories I wrote on the internet, Rebecca must have
known about my arousal at humiliation. It was like she planned this
whole thing around my own kinks, and now I was having a hard time
controlling my excitement.

Kristina's body was so amazing. I couldn't tell you how many times I
had imagined what it would be like to take a lover like her. My own
age. Sexy. Confident.

Now I stood by while Rebecca Mitchell squirmed out of her silky
panties, and positioned herself over Kristina's face, guiding her to
the floor, on her  back. Rebecca knelt down, her knees aside Kristina's
shoulders. Like everything was for  Rebecca, this was just a display of
power. She watched me for reaction as she lowered her crotch onto my
friend's face.

I was shaking despite myself. I don't know what aroused me the most. It
could have been the thought of being in Rebecca's position, with lovely
Kristina at her mercy. Maybe it was the thought of Paula Brooks,
standing  At attention in her silly little uniform. Or maybe...

maybe I imagined myself in Kristina's position...

... under Rebecca. Serving her the way I knew I could.

The thought burned through my body, and I could barely stop myself from
rubbing my crotch while I watched the scene unfold.

Sweet victory this must have been for Rebecca, to defeat me so
completely, and yet know that I couldn't control my arousal at the
twisted scene she had engineered.

" She's really not bad for a straight girl... one might even think she
had a little experience. Have you been giving her some lesson, Crystal
? "

Yes, this was all directed at me. Rebecca Mitchell watched me with that
same cold, amused expression she had given me when I had been at her
feet, rubbing and licking her toes. Her toes had squirmed in my mouth.
Only now, it was Kristina doing the licking, and me doing the squirming
as I watched.

" But truly, Crystal, you should be thanking your friend. In her
misguided attempt to defend you, she revealed all of your little
secrets to me. Now that I understand your... uh... problems, I feel
obligated to help guide you to a healthier lifestyle. You're going to
be so much happier once I'm calling the shots. "

The mixture of emotions was bubbling in my chest. I felt betrayed. I
had trusted Kristina with every awful little secret, and I could see in
Rebecca's eyes that she now knew them all. She was amused, and smug,
and oh so condescending. She had all of the power. I feared her, and
hated  her, and in a strange way, I needed her...

... like I had felt about Maxine.

And blending all of these intense emotions was the underlying,
uncontrollable arousal of the scene before me. Rebecca had read my
stories, and she knew every little twist that would make my pussy
tingle.

Like the cruel little twist she gave to Kristina's swollen nipples, as
she ground her body into my friend's face, and rode her like a cowgirl.
Kristina let out a little gasp of pain that almost made me feel good,
given her betrayal of my trust. As if reading my thoughts, Rebecca
continued to stretch and pinch Kristina's breasts as she told me what
was revealed.

" Mmmm... yes. She told me all about Maxine's little fantasies about
younger women... how she goes after little girls in their teens, when
they're most vulnerable to her sick lesbian advances. "

I wanted to argue, to scream. I wanted to spit on her for talking like
that about Max like that. What gave them the right to judge? That what
I wanted to do, furious at her words, but I just kept listening to her
cruel words.

" Then she told me all about little retarded Lucy, who Maxine abused
when she was her teacher. My goodness, even I was surprised by that.
Imagine the scandal... a teacher in a special education class takes
advantage of a young girl with mental problems. "

No... it wasn't like that. Lucy was smart. Aggressive. She just had a
speech problem. A little stutter. A lisp. The way she was making it
seem was sick  and perverted I swore to myself I wouldn't listen to one
second more...

" But that isn't the end of it, is it, my poor little Crystal ? No. She
makes you do such dirty little things. "

Shut up, Rebecca. I silently fumed.

" You can deny it all you want, but your face tells me everything.
Don't fight it. For her little schoolgirl fantasies, she carefully and
compulsively makes you wear this poor retarded little Lucy's school
clothes. She makes you act like.... "

"....a little retard, doesn't she ?"

Her eyes bored into me, but I looked away.

" How does that make you feel crystal? That's not what Kristina tells
me is the worst of it. Playing dress-up. I mean, sure, that's kinda
sick, humiliating and demeaning. Who wouldn't feel like garbage after
you've sat there dressed like a joke while she tries to visualize you
were....a little retarded girl. That's what you don't stack up against,
isn't it Crystal ? I mean, knowing your fat dyke girlfriend can only
buck through her orgasm like a pig if it's lispy little Lucy lapping at
her fat old clit. She clearly can't even visualize you out of the
picture anymore, can she? She may as well  put a bag over you face,
paint a zero across you, ask you to just step aside...

while she lets you know who she'd really rather be with, love, touch,
abuse,

or grind her fat ass into the face of, isn't that right princess? "

I stood there in shock, dripping wet and angry as hell.

" uh....yeah...." I whispered as the blood flooded my face.

" So, my brave little girl is gonna tell that mean old pedophile bitch
to get the fuck out of town before I post last nights photos of her
being my son and step-daughter's human toilet last night all over the
complex. If that doesn't work, my little girl will threaten to file
criminal charges against her. My cute little victim is going to go home
and deliver these threats, because she knows deep inside what a filthy
rotten pig her abuser was. My little girl do that for Rebecca, won't
she ? "

"  Yes, ma' am. " I said, tasting the bitterly honest words in my
mouth.

My eyes went from Rebecca as she rocked back and forth, to the woman
beneath her. God, I hated Kristina at that moment. Every little whimper
of anguish she let out was music to me. I became engrossed in the way
she gasped to get air as Rebecca pushed herself roughly onto her
smeared and  blotchy looking face. I welcomed the image of Kristina's
unnecessarily large glasses foggy and painfully bent downwards under
the force of  Rebecca's thighs..

" But don't worry, dear. I'm taking care of you now. I won't let Maxine
touch you like that ever again. A little girl like my Crystal need a
grown lady's help, doesn't she ?"

" Yes ma'am, " I repeated, my face on fire. What choice did I have,
since I knew I'd never be able to look at Max the same way again, even
if I still lived her ?

Besides, the way she made it sound...

" Good. I'll do you both a favour, " she paused to groan, as Kristina
worked hard to bring her to orgasm. "Maxine will land on her feet. She
will, of course, never be allowed to come back here. I couldn't, in
good conscience, allow her to stay around the young neighbourhood
girls... what, with her appetites..."

I wanted to cry, but she was watching me, and I just couldn't. I didn't
know  Who I hated more, her for making Maxine sound like some sort of
monster, or myself for no longer protesting.

" I don't suppose you'll be able to handle the condo payments alone. No
matter. I'll see that the condo board buys back your unit, at a
suitable depreciation. "

The mention of money seemed to bring her closer to orgasm. She paused
in her little speech as she concentrated on her impending climax.
Rebecca closed her eyes. I watched dumbly, unable to look away.

" As for you, my dear. I feel a special bond with you. I'm going to
have to make sure that you're taken good care of. "

Her body began to shake, and for some reason, in that moment, I
desperately envied Kristina's position. It just would have seemed more
fitting.

" Oh, god, yes... my dear... I'll keep you very close indeed. "

*****

Everything changed so quickly. I wasn't even around when Maxine moved
out of the complex.

I was having tea with Rebecca, and she was giving me the same satisfied
smile she had given on the first day I had come to her doorway. I tried
to smile and chat while Paula served us, but I couldn't get Maxine out
of my head, or her expression when I told her.

We might not have been able to repair our relationship anyhow, I tried
to convince myself. There was just so much emotional baggage tied up in
our secret life together.

Besides, Rebecca would have torn her apart. I was buying Maxine her
freedom. That was all that I could do with my love for her. I tried to
think that, I really did, but I knew otherwise. I knew I was full of
shit, just like Paula.

I told myself I had to do was stay behind, and play Rebecca's little
power games. That I had no choice. It freed me to know I was a victim
yet again, only this  time to the games of another woman. And god, she
knew how to play them.

She knew the perverse thrill and revenge I'd taken seeing Kristina
gasping for breath after Rebecca rode her face. Her hair had been
plastered tot he side of her head, and her face was slick with
Rebecca's juices. As she sat up, her glasses tumbled off, so bent were
they by the violence of the ride.

She also seemed to feel my eyes flash brightly while watching her
inflict her little indignities on Paula, who seemed to be around her
house on a nearly full-time basis, looking miserable in her silly
little uniform. Today she had even denied her servant permission to use
the washroom, and I could see in Paula's face how hard she was trying
not to pee herself while we drank our tea.

I dawdled a while, sipping my tea as slowly as I could.

I know it's cruel. Paula's eyes were pleading.

But it's what Rebecca expected, and I was playing her game now. Paula
let out a little whimper as she finally lost control, and streams of
urine began to dribble down her bare legs.

Part of me winced at my poor neighbour in sympathy, but we chuckled as
we finished our tea nonetheless, grateful to be even one step up the
ladder.

That was the game. Right now, I was on Rebecca's good side. As much as
I resented her new role for me that I was just a poor, stupid victim of
Maxine's sexual appetites, I was desperate to stay in her favour as
long as I could.

Even Kristina was back in her good books. Sure, she would have to do a
lot of sucking up to regain her position at Rebecca's right hand, but
it was all about the struggle. This was the part that Rebecca liked
most. She wanted the other women to play against each other for her
favour.

I'm ashamed to admit it...

... almost more ashamed than I was about...

...well, you know...

... but I'm even *jealous* of Kristina when I see her together with
Rebecca.

They laugh together, and I can't help but think that it's about me.
Maybe Kristina is sharing more details. Like the way I had begun to
lisp from arousal when I told her about our sick sex games.

She was probably telling Rebecca that I *like* playing the part of Lucy.

God, I'm jealous of the easy way she talks to Rebecca. Like, despite
everything, she's still just a step or two above me in Rebecca's eyes.

And, worst of all, in my disturbing little sexual fantasies, I'm even
jealous of the way that Rebecca had chosen to let Kristina lick her
that day. I could do better. I know I could. It's stupid, but I just
wanted to do anything I could to get Rebecca on my side. I'd be a great
little brown nose. Really I would, I heard myself thinking.

About a week later, after staying in Rebecca's guest room, with Paula
cleaning up after me, I finally learned her plans for me. To keep me
close.

" I really think you need a healthy, long-term relationship, my dear.
Wouldn't you agree ?"

" Yes. " As if there were any other answer.

" Something a little more traditional. Yes, that's the word.
Traditional. "

There was a cruel gleam in her eye. I waited for the blow.

" I talked to Eric, and he says he's willing to give you another try.
You see, my dear, I always have to look out for my sons. It's about
time that Eric settles down a bit. I've even talked to him about
looking for a nice, steady girl to marry. "

Marry ? I tried not to reveal my distaste for her son.

" Of course, nothing changes overnight, my dear. I expect he'll still
be getting something extra on the side. Even my older boy, Eddie, does
some of that. But the goal is stability. If he has a nice girl at home,
who is always willing to please, I'm sure he'll be much happier for it.
"

I tried to hold back my tears.

" But, Mrs. Mitchell, I'm a..."

" Lesbian ? Nonsense. After you have a couple of children, you'll know
that it was all a mistake. Don't worry, my dear. I'll take good care of
you. "

Why did that please me so much ? Being under her thumb?

" Things will be wonderful between us. Think about it, my lovely girl.
You'll be family to me. You can come to me for anything. Why, I'll be
your mother-in-law. Over time, I'll teach you what it means to be a
good daughter-in-law. Now come and give me a hug. "

She was  flushing away my sexual identity, but more than that, I was
losing that part of myself that was different, independent,
intelligent, passionate. I 'd learn to hate and fear  that part of
myself, and push it away forever. The old Crystal cringed inside  as I
pitifully fell into her arms.

It felt so good to hide in something. To regress. To go back to
ignorance. It was  the feeling of sexual deviant self hatred in
exchange for motherly approval.

I tried to hold onto that feeling for as long as I could. This was my
way onto her good side, maybe even permanently. Maxine would be washed
away forever.

And so I became a sperm receptacle for her son. I mean, there's no
delicate way to put it. Rebecca wouldn't give me permission to go on
birth control, and Eric had me pleasing him at least twice a day. I
tried to get him off with my mouth a lot of the time, or let him cum on
my face or tits. But at night, just before he went to sleep, he liked
to climb on top of me, and fill me up with his seed.

The irony wasn't lost on me.

For, deep in the middle of the night, at 3: am, when all was still, I'd
know.  I'd know who I really was, and how I'd betrayed every personal
and social Idea  I believed in just so some creep could use me as a
sperm ash try. Yes, I could pretend, fight it, deny, cry, hate, scream,
or just plain glaze over in denial, but...

I was a dyke.

Eric's dyke.

My whole fantasy life was filled with images of Lucy, and Maxine.
Sometimes I fantasized about Kristina. Or Paula, in her uniform. And
humiliation. Lots of humiliation. From Rebecca, or Maxine, or whoever.

In reality, and more humiliating that any of my fantasies, I was just a
silly little fuck toy Rebecca's immature, piggish son. Eventually, he'd
get me pregnant, and then I'd have to marry the stranger who pumped his
seed into me every week.

Even when we weren't having sex, life with Eric was a fucking
nightmare. I'd work a full day, and come home to make dinner for him.
No matter how much I cleaned up after him, the condo was still a mess.
The idea of having kids in this place made me sick.

Then I'd just disappear, like Eddie's wife had, into a life of domestic
chores, and pleasing my man. No one really knew Amy. She didn't have
any opinions. She was little more than a household appliance.

So when Eric brought some friends home on a Saturday night, a few weeks
after I moved in, I wasn't in the mood for his shit. So far, I had held
my tongue, hoping to stay on Rebecca's good side. But this was too much.

" Hey babe, I'd like you to meet Randy, Frank, and Kevin. And this is
Kevin's girlfriend, Trish. I figured we'd have a little fun tonight. I
told Frankie how good you're getting at blow jobs. And Trish won't let
Kevin do her in the ass, so I told him that he could do you. She just
wanted to watch. "

I'd been holding my temper so long, that I just let him have it.

" No fucking way, you horrible little pig. There's no fucking way I'm
letting you share me with your friends. You can give Frankie a
goddamned blow job yourself, if you're so fucking eager to get him off.
There's no fucking way that your mom would let this happen. "

Then I was out of there. On my way to Rebecca's. She had told me "you
can come to me for anything," and I was ready to cash in. This was too
fucking much.

I pounded on Rebecca's door, and was surprised that Paula answered.
Normally, she would have been home with her family in the evenings.
There were other voices from inside too. When I stepped in, I found
that Rebecca had quite a few guests.

Their eyes fell on me as I entered the room. They were the women of the
neighbourhood. There were nearly a dozen women here.

My face went red. I had tried to avoid most of my neighbours recently.
After all, they had heard the rumours. They knew that Maxine had moved
away. They all knew that I was living with Eric now. What they must
have thought of me...

" Hello Crystal, " Rebecca greeted me. " We were just taking about you.
"

I flushed further as the women around the room laughed. Even Kristina
was laughing. All of these women were above me in Rebecca's little
hierarchy. I could feel it.

" I just got a call from Eric. He told me you might be on your way. "

I didn't know what to say.

" Can I... uh... t-talk to you in private ?"

The women laughed at my involuntary stutter. God... how much did they
know ?

" No, my dear. I'm entertaining. We can talk right here. "

Tears began to well up in the corner of my eyes. Rebecca looked so
predatory right now. She was in her element.

" I... um... " I couldn't keep from stammering. All of these women were
making me nervous, and they were just waiting for me to screw up. " I
need you to t-talk to Eric for me. "

" My poor stupid thing... I already told you that I just talked to him.
He said that he wanted you to help him entertain some friends. Is that
too much to ask ?"

I looked around the room. Why was no one stopping her ?

" B-but, he want's me to have s-sex with them. "

I can't believe I said that in front of all the other women.

There was a long moment of silence, broken with a few chuckles from
around the room. Rebecca finally spoke.

" I'll tell you what, my dear. If you're a good girl tonight, I'll talk
to Eric for you. How's that ? Why don't you go to the upstairs washroom
and get cleaned up a bit..."

" But I..."

" No arguements. Get freshened up a bit,  Then you can come down and
socialize. "

I felt like I was walking into an ambush. Slowly, I retreated from the
room, and went upstairs. The women were watching me a giggling. God,
that made me horny. The humiliation in front of these women was almost
a sweet taste in my mouth after weeks with Eric.

<Click>

As soon as I hit the light switch in the washroom, I could feel my legs
weakening beneath me.

On the counter...

... it was the paper bag.

I could barely catch my breath. How the hell could Rebecca have it ?
Had she used it as one final piece of leverage on Maxine ?

Quickly, I closed the door behind me. Somehow, I was afraid that
someone would see me here with it.

Then it hit me. I knew what was expected.

I caught my reflection in the mirror. I could see how heavily I was
breathing. A rush of sexual emotions was coursing through my body. They
were feelings I never thought I'd have again.

Slowly, I reached up and wiped the hair out of my face. My lips were
spread seductively. I could feel my pussy growing moist.

Obediently, I began to braid my hair into Lucy's pig tails.

Normally, I would have let Maxine dress me. Like a doll. But this was a
part of Rebecca's humiliation. I would debase myself voluntarily.
Right beside  the bag of clothes, she left a pair of scissors, a razor
and some shaving cream.

Once my hair was up, I began to shed my clothes. I knew what Rebecca
wanted. My nipples were swollen from my smallish breasts, further
evidence of my arousal. I sat at the edge of the tub as I trimmed and
then shaved the hair off of my pussy.

She wanted me to play the part of a little girl. As sick as the games
between Maxine and I had become, Rebecca knew how to take it that step
further.

Inside the bag was the familiar clothing.

It gave me a sexual charge just seeing them. I couldn't help but rub my
pussy as I chose an outfit. Young. Innocent. That was the look.

I looked myself in the mirror again. I briefly wondered if I should
practice my lisp, or the halting, stuttering manner of Lucy's speech.
No. It wouldn't be necessary. That was beginning to come naturally.

Then, fighting against every logical impulse in my being, I pulled open
the bathroom door and began towards the stairs. They would see me as I
came down, dressed in these silly clothes. Even Paula, in her
ridiculous uniform, didn't come close to this kind of shameful display.

My stomach was turning, but my pussy reminded me why, no matter how
much I complained, I always went along with this power game.

The first laughs came as they saw my stupid little skirt, and out of
style sneakers. It took every ounce of strength to keep descending
those stairs. I couldn't look at them. My face was glowing red, I was
sure.

" Why, you look lovely, Lucy. Why don't you come down and show the
ladies your outfit ?"

" Y-yes, ma'am, " I answered.

Every eye in the room followed me. I glanced up at Paula to see her
hiding a smile.

The humiliation was almost too much. I could feel a little orgasm
coming my way, without even touching myself, and I fought to hold it
back.

I stood beside Rebecca.

" Now, you said you wanted me to call my son, isn't that right ?"

" Um... y-yes, pl... please... mommy. "

Oh god, that felt good. She would be my mommy-in-law soon. And I would
always be her little Lucy.

" While I dial the phone, be a good girl, and pull down your panties
for me, Lucy. "

My hands were shaking badly. I didn't want to be in this position, in
front of all of these women. But it gave me such a rush of sexual
energy to reach forward, and squirm out of the little panties that used
to belong to Lucy.

Rebecca's hand raised up the front of my skirt, and gently rubbed
across my bald pussy. She was touching me... right in front of all of
these women. I could feel my slickness on her fingers.

" Hello, Eric, " she finally spoke into the phone, her hand exploring
me as she talked. " It seems that our little Crystal is upset by you
sharing her with your friends. "

A pause. My pussy was sending waves of pleasure through me as she
negotiated the way her son could use my body.

" Yes, dear. I tried to calm her down. I'll tell you what... we'll set
some ground rules to make her feel better. Let's keep it down to one
friend at a time... yes, the others can watch, but if anyone wants to
use her pussy, they'll have to use protection. "

My body shuddered towards orgasm. I felt like such a fool. I should
have know she would side with him. All the while she kept touching me.
My body could take no more.

" ... yes, yes, in the ass is fine... that's good, dear... I'll send
her right home as soon as we're done with her... I think Kristina
wanted a turn..."

My eyes locked on my friend, and then I disappeared into my pleasure.

***

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