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 From Co-eds to Cumsluts (breast, slut, transform,
piercing)
A story of body modification and bimboization
By Capricorn_One@yahoo.com

Thanks very much to everyone who wrote me regarding my
first story, A New Life for Candace. This story is in
a similar genre, so if you enjoyed my last work you
are sure to like this one as well. 

A big thanks to SiliconeLover from www.bimboslutz.com,
who graciously helped out with Chapter Sixteen. 

As always, comments and feedback are greatly
appreciated. Email Capricorn_One@yahoo.com or
capricorn@bimboslutz.com. 

Chapter One
It all started on a Monday night in a Denny's
restaurant. Four college freshman, Amanda, Jessica,
Lucy, and Megan, sat in the non-smoking section,
finishing off dinner. The check arrived, and Jennifer
reached for it. "This one is one me," she said.

Amanda eyed her arch-rival warily from beneath
blonde-brown locks. Jennifer's jade eyes were cold,
but for Lucy and Megan she flashed her pearly smile.
The pearly beautiful fucking smile that had won her
the Homecoming Queenship, beating out Amanda by just
ten votes. "But I'm smarter," she reminder herself. "I
was valedictorian, and she was only salutorian." High
school grudges die hard, even at University.

The valedictorian's self-esteem deflated a notch when
she Jennifer take out a hunk of cash from a new Nine
West purse and count out a quick thirty dollars.
"Where'd you get all that cash, Jen?" Amanda asked.

"Coursework's been pretty easy, so I started working,"
Jennifer replied.

"Working? What are you doing, selling drugs?!" Lucy
mumbled between chews of Megan's french fries. Lucy
was the fat girl in their group, though she'd have
been quite thin in any crowd except one that included
Amanda and Jennifer. 

"Well... I'm dancing. At a nightclub."

Megan choked on her coke. "Oh my fucking god, you are
a stripper aren't you!" 

Jennifer flashed her pearly smile again. "Puh-lease.
It is exotic dancing!"  

"So your selling your body to buy us dinner, Jen?
Nice. Work that body," Amanda said nastily.

"Whatever, Amanda. I'm making enough that I won't have
to take out loans. The money is great. It is for *me*,
anyway." 

"What's that supposed to mean?" Amanda demanded.

"Well I think Homecoming last year proved who's more
popular with guys, Amanda." Jennifer said, and then
raised her eyebrows. Megan and Lucy nodded, she had
definitely scored a point with that one.

"Sure, yeah, whatever. You're lucky I don't have a job
at that strip club. You'd be making peanuts." Amanda
laughed, trying to recover points.

"Why don't you try it, then? The place is called Club
Erotica. The manager's name is Owyn. Come be an exotic
dancer. I bet you don't last two nights." Jen smiled
and looked at her two cohorts. Heads bobbed. Oh, she
was winning points tonight.

Amanda got up angrily. "Maybe I will!" she shouted as
she stormed off.

Chapter 2
Amanda was wearing black leotards that showed off her
sculpted legs to their best effect, and a short pink
halter top that revealed way too much tummy. It was
the closest she had in her wardrobe to 'slutty'.
Valedictorians, after all, are *not* sluts. But she
figured that's what this fellow Owyn would want to
see. Of course the sneakers weren't slutty, but she'd
have to dance and so sneakers were the right footwear.

Owyn Matthews, sitting across the table in the back
room of Club Erotica, was in his late 20s, muscular,
with a black goatee and a pierced eyebrow. "So, Mandy,
this is how we work here at Club Erotica. We charge an
admission fee at the door. You pay us $50 a night to
dance on stage. You get tips from the clientele.
Anything beyond the $50 fee is yours. Dance well and
you'll make money. If you don't give the clientele
what they want, you'll owe me money. Is that clear?"

She nodded. "Very clear, Mr. Matthews. Oh, and my name
is Amanda."

"Now, frankly, Mandy, I don't think you'll cut it. We
had another one of you college girls come join us last
week, and she had a great smile, nice tits. She's
doing well. You, I'm not so sure about."

She looked as if she'd been slapped. "But...but... I
want to be a stripper. I want to make lots of money,
Mr. Matthews." I want to make more money than that
bitch Jennifer, she thought.

He eyeballed her from behind the table. "Ok. Fine. You
wanna be a good stripper, here's what you do. For
starters." He handed her a business card. It said
Maria's Full-Service Salon, and listed an address and
phone number. "You go see Maria and tell her you want
the works. That'll go a long way towards improving
your chances."

"The works. Right."

"Your first shift is Saturday night." He waved
dismissively at her.

"Great. Thanks, Mr. Matthews. You'll see. I'll be a
great stripper. Way better than that other college
girl."

She was almost out the door when he raised his voice.
"One more thing. I don't ever want to see you in
sneakers again. What are you, sporty spice? Buy
yourself some fucking high heels."

Chapter 3
Saturday afternoon, Amanda strutted into Maria's in
her new black patent-leather platform pump stilettoes.
She didn't have the walk down quite yet, but she was
improving. The saleswoman at Ritual had assured her
these were popular with 'exotic dancers' and Amanda
could see why. The high heels changed the way she
stood, the way she walked, showed off her legs and her
butt and her breast. Too bad they were so
uncomfortable. 

Maria's Salon was dimly lit and smelled of make-up,
perfume, nail solution, and cigarette smoke. Maria, as
it turned out, was a smiling Hispanic women in leather
pants, wearing a lot of make-up and with nails like
daggers. She stubbed out a cigarette when Amanda came
in, and promptly guided the young coed to a chair.

"You must be Amanda," she said. "You are here for the
works, right? Well, let's get started!" 

It started with the Jessica, the nail technician,
applying some form of acrylic extensions to her
fingernails. While the acrylic was setting, the hair
stylist, Pamela, took over to dye her hair. While the
dye was working its magic, Maria herself started to
work on Amanda's face, waxing her eyebrows and
applying what seemed like an awful lot of make-up to
her eyes, lips, and face. Then Jessica came back and
started to polish her nails, and Pamela washed the dye
out of her hair and went to work on styling it.
Finally, Maria pierced her earlobes twice more. It all
happened fast, and Amanda was swept into the process,
never quite managing to protest. 

Finally it was done, and they turned her around in the
chair to see her new look. Her hair was
platinum-blonde, almost white, and styled in a
high-maintenance, slightly trashy, look. Her eyebrows
had been waxed down to a glamorous thinness, and her
face was made up with dark evening colors, her lips
painted large and wet.

"How long until this hair dye washes out?" Amanda
asked.

Maria laughed. "Ha, ha, very funny. When is the bleach
going to wash out. Ha. Listen,  come see me in a few
weeks as it grows out and I'll do your roots. We'll
re-touch your nails then, too."

Amanda looked down at her hands, which now sported
1/2" long talons painted in a French Manicure. "Oh,
I'm going to just take these off after I dance," she
said.

Maria chuckled again. "You crack me up. Do be careful
though. The acrylic is pretty tough but its not
entirely indestructible. Take care of them, though,
and they're as good as permanent."

Amanda suddenly caught up with current events. "The
hair and nails are permanent?! I can't go to class
looking like this!" But when she stared at herself in
the mirror, at her glamorous eyes, her painted lips,
the new earrings, the nails, she knew she looked
incredibly hot. Way hotter than Jennifer. It wouldn't
be so bad to go to class looking like this. This was
her chance to show that bitch up...

Chapter Four
Jennifer was infuriated. Her shift was over and she
was counting her wad of bills and it was clear that it
was not going to be anywhere near what that
valedictorian-turned-stripper was earning. Damn her.
She had to go and get a makeover. Jennifer knew it was
all for spite. Whatever Jennifer did, Amanda had to do
better. Like in school. Amanda was always #1 and
Jennifer was always #2. The *only* thing she had was
her looks, and now that fucking bitch was taking that,
too.

"Well, I won't stand for it!" she shouted at the
nearest person, which happened to be a pleasant if
geeky-looking fellow in blue jeans. 

"Yeah! Damn straight!" the geek responded. He had no
idea what this very, very hot stripper was talking
about, but he decided it was important to agree with
her. "Don't take that shit!"

Jennifer smiled at him. "Yeah! I won't!" And she
stormed off to see Owyn. The geek, by the way, did not
get any pussy that night, but he did later brag to his
friends that Jennifer and he had "talked."

Jennifer burst into Owyn's office without knocking.
She caught her manager with his pants down. Amber, the
stripper that was blowing him at the time, stopped
immediately when she saw that Jennifer had come in
full feminine wrath. 

"Aw, why'd you have to go and ruin a good suck," Owyn
said. "Christ."

"Listen, Owyn. I know you must have had a hand in our
friend Amanda's little 'makeover'... she didn't look
that sexy before she started working here. What's the
deal."

"Amanda? Who? Oh, you mean Mandy. Yeah, she asked me
for some advice on looking better. I sent her to
Maria. She does good work, eh?"

"I want to talk to Maria, too," Jennifer said. 

Chapter Five
The classroom was a din of noise and confusion as
students hustled to find their seats in the tumultous
few minutes before the professor began lecturing on
the importance of Nietzsche to the postmodern
movement. All thoughts of Nietzsche had vanished from
the minds of Lucy and Megan, however, when they saw
their friend Amanda.

"Oh my god! What's with the new look, Amanda? It must
be hard as hell to type with those nails!" exclaimed
Lucy. 

Amanda brushed a strand of platinum-blonde hair out of
her eyes, flashing her long nails in the process. She
was dressed conservatively, but there wasn't much she
could do to hide her hair, nails, and earrings. "Well,
you're right, it is. But I took a new job and..."

Megan giggled. "Oh, I get it. You're a stripper now,
too! Jennifer is going to be *so* pissed when she sees
how hot you look!" 

"Do I look good?" Amanda said.

"In a trashy kind of way," said Lucy. "I'm sure the
guys at the club love it... I don't know if your
parents are going to be too thrilled, though."

"Ssssh, ohmigod you can't tell them. My dad would kill
me. This is just to prove a point, anyway... I can't
have Jennifer-"

"Can't have me what?" said her rival. The three girls
turned as one, and their eyes went  wide when they saw
Jennifer. Like Amanda she was conservatively dressed,
yet had a radical new look. Her formerly brown locks
were now dyed a deep burgundy, her fingers were tipped
with 1/2" dark purple nails, her eyebrows were waxed
to glamorous thinness, and her ears were now each
triple-pierced. 

"You- you- copycat!" shouted Amanda. Heads in the
classroom turned, hoping to see a catfight between the
two hot girls. 

"I know its rough to keep being second place,
*Mandy*... by the way, I made $1500 in tips last
night. How did you do?"

"I did...fine. Fine. I made plenty of money." But not
$1500, she thought bitterly.

Chapter Six
"Owyn, this is Amanda. Yeah, hi. Listen, thanks for
your advice about Maria, it really helped. But I want
to do better. What do you suggest?.... a piercing-of
what?! Oh, yeah, I suppose I could do that.... You
think a navel ring would help? Yeah? Ok. Can you
recommend a piercer? Hang on, let me get a pencil...
ok... Steve at 'Modern Looks,' got it. Thanks, Owyn.
You're the best."

She hung up the phone and mulled it over. "A piercing
is awfully permanent," she thought. "But on the other
hand, this is just a bellybutton ring, that's like
standard-issue for a sorority girl these days. Hell, I
probably would have gotten one even if I didn't have
to beat Jennifer in this stripping thing..."

Having convinced herself that it was the right thing
to do, she pulled on her new pair of hiphugging
leather pants and a black halter top, then threw a
white blouse on top. The leather pants had been $600,
the first risque thing she'd bought in a while. But
why shouldn't she dress a little risque? She had a
great body, hell, a body people paid money to see. And
she could afford it now.

Modern Looks was a clean and well-run establishment
just a few blocks from the university. It catered
primarily to sorority girls coming for tummy
piercings, but some wild photos on the walls showed
that the piercers also served a more radical
clientele. 

The girl behind the jewelry counter was of Amanda's
age, and had short spiky blonde hair and at least
half-a-dozen facial piercings. She eyed Amanda warily.


"Uh...Owyn said I should see Steve."

"Oh, you're one of Owyn's girls. Whaddya want? Clit?
Nipples?"

"Bellybutton?" Amanda said meekly.

The girl behind the counter laughed. "That's how it
always starts. I'll get Steve."

As he was sitting her down on the piercing bed, Amanda
realized that Steve was quite good-looking, once you
got past the huge ring hanging from his septum. He was
also quite skilled, and the piercing was quick and
relatively painless. Amanda was the proud bearer of a
golden hoop in her navel.

"Thanks so much, Steve. This wasn't nearly as bad as I
expected."

"No problem, Mandi. My pleasure. I hope you'll come
back when you need more work done." He smiled from
behind his bull's ring.

"Oh, I'm not getting  any more work done," Amanda
said.

"I've heard that before," he replied.

Chapter Seven
Amanda had just finished her shift. Owyn had been
right; the bellybutton ring was definitely making a
difference. For whatever reason, the guys really went
in for that sort of thing. She noticed-in her
analytical, valedictorian sort of way-that there was a
direct correlation between how far the girl had gone
towards making herself look like a slut, and how much
money she made as a stripper. Guys, it seemed, really
really liked it when a woman made herself into a
fucktoy. 

She looked up from her musings to see Candi, one of
the strippers, walking over to her. Candi was clearly
modeling herself after Jenna Jameson, though she
didn't quite have the beautiful facial structure.
Still, she did well, and was definitely one of the
"in" crowd. She'd always been sort of nasty to Amanda,
though.

This time it was different. "Hiya, Mandy. Welcome to
the sisterhood!" Candi said. 

"What sisterhood?"

Candi laughed. "The sisterhood of strippers...the slut
club. When a girl gets pierced to make more money as a
stripper, she's in." She took out a pack of Virginia
Slim cigarettes and put one in her mouth, then offered
the pack to Amanda.

"Oh, no thanks, I don't smoke."

"Yeah, I've noticed. I see you with that ill look on
stage everytime a customer blows smoke in your face.
Honey, you're a stripper now...you *have* to smoke."
And she pushed the pack at her.

"Well...I guess one cigarette won't hurt." She drew
out a Virginia Slim with red fingernails and gingerly
placed it in her mouth. Candi lit it for her with a
silver lighter, smirking as Amanda choked on the
smoke.

A few minutes later, Jennifer rounded the corner to
the bar to see Amanda standing with Candi and several
of the other popular strippers. While she watched,
Amanda took a long drag on a cigarette and exhaled,
while the other strippers laughed good-naturedly.
Jennifer froze, anger coursing through her body. Then
she turned away before Amanda could see how upset she
was.

Chapter Eight
It was a Friday night and the Club Erotica was jammed
with hot, sweaty, horny men. Jennifer stalked out on
stage in a tight black dress and sky-high heels,
moving like a panther, til she was at the pole. She
began to swing on the pole, rubbing it between her
legs, slowing inching her dress up bit by bit. 

Suddenly she swung off the pole entirely and spun,
ripping her dress off with one hand to reveal a
gleaming silver navel stud in a taut stomach just
above a freshly-shaved pussy sporting a silver ring.
The boys went wild, and five and ten dollar bills
suddenly appeared in greedy, grasping hands all across
the stage.

Off stage, Amanda nervously clutched a cigarette in
one hand and fumed. "That bitch one-upped me again.
Not only does she have a navel ring but now she's got
one in her pussy, too." She took a long drag on the
Virginia Slim. When she looked up, Jennifer was giving
her a triumphant stare.

"Damn it, she's not going to beat me!" Amanda swore.

Chapter Nine
Amanda and Lucy wound their way down the city streets
from campus towards Modern Look. Lucy was in
bell-bottom blue jeans and a fuzzy sweater; Amanda was
wearing the skin-tight leather hiphuggers and halter
top that had recently become her favorite outfit. Her
golden belly ring gleamed brightly in her smooth
stomach.

"Why are you dragging me along to this place, Amanda?
Its sooo not my thing."

"I need company. I'm really nervous about this." 

"So why are you doing it? I can't believe you're going
to get all these piercings."

Amanda reached into a vinyl purse and took out a
cigarette and a small black lighter. A moment later,
she was smoking as they talked. "Listen, if that slut
Jenni thinks she's going to get more tips than me,
she's quite mistaken. I'll show her who's more popular
with the guys." 

"You smoke, now, too?"

"Have you ever tried it? Its actually pretty nice.
Relaxing." 

"Stripping, smoking. You are going to be so dead meat
when we go home for Christmas." 

Amanda blew a long stream of smoke. "Whatever. I'm
just doing this for now, till Jenni admits I'm better.
Anyway, here we are." 

They walked into the Modern Look. Steve was waiting
for her. "How's it going, Mandi? Ready for this?"

"You betcha...but I brought a friend to hold my hand
just in case." Her painted lips smiled and she
motioned to Lucy, who was trying hard not to looking
uncomfortable.

This time around, the piercing process was a bit more
painful-which was to be expected, considering how much
work she had done: Both nipples now displayed shiny
gold rings in them, her tongue was adorned with a
stud, and her clit now had a tiny gold ring as well. 

Steve smiled at her. "Mandi, you look fucking hot. The
guys are going to go wild for you."

"Yeah, thass right," she mumbled, her pierced tongue
slurring her speech. "Less see Jenni top this." 

Shaking her head, Lucy escorted her sore friend back
to campus. Neither of them noticed Jennifer and Megan
walking in the direction of Modern Looks.

Chapter Ten
Jennifer's 4" stiletto heels clicked loudly on
concrete as she and Megan made their way from campus
to Modern Looks. She was wearing a tight black
micromini and a burgundy leather jacket that matched
her hair.

"Leaving aside the jacket for the time being--aren't
those shoes a bit too much, Jennifer?" Megan asked.

She gave a half-smile, lipstick gleaming. "Its for
work...I try to wear heels all the time now, to
improve my poise and style. Before you get used to
heels, its impossible to dance gracefully in them."

"Isn't it uncomfortable, though? Those are so high." 

"Well, it was at first, but now its fine. Actually its
getting to the point where flats are less comfortable
for me than heels," Jennifer replied.

"No shit...hey, is this place?" Megan said, pointing
to the Modern Look sign.

"Sure is," Jennifer said, heels clicking loudly up the
steps.

Steve had just finished sterilizing the needles when
they reached the back room. "Oh, Jenni, good to see
you again. I'm just about ready." Jennifer gave him a
quick peck on the cheek in greeting. Then she sat
herself down on the table and removed her blouse and
bra. Her young C-cup breasts hung firmly, nipples
perky from cold or excitement.

A few minutes later it was done. Silver barbells now
adorned each nipple, a steel rod pierced her tongue,
and a tiny diamond gleamed in her left nostril. 

"Looking good, Jenni," the piercer said.

Megan was suddenly outraged. "What are you talking
about! She looks like a slut!" She turned to Jennifer.
"What are you doing? What are your parents going to
say? What's next, a pierced clit?"

"I already have my clit pierced, Megan. You should try
it...it feels soooo good." She licked her lips and
smiled at Steve. Then she looked at Megan again, and
her eyes were steely. "Anyway, this is just to prove a
point. Why don't you bitch at Mandi. This is all her
fault."

Chapter Eleven
Amanda sat miserably at the bar in Club Erotica,
smoking a cigarette and watching Jennifer strut all
over the stage like some sex goddess. "She walks in
heels like they are slippers," she thought. "Its so
unfair."

She took a long drag on her cigarette, her eighth of
the evening. "At least I'm more popular with the other
strippers," she reassured herself.

After finishing her cigarette, she headed into the
backroom to get ready for her shift. She heard Candi's
voice from just around the corner.

"Oh come on, Jenni, take a cigarette. You are the best
new stripper we have, you *have* to be a smoker!"  

"Well, ok-just this once," Jennifer replied.

Amanda couldn't believe it. Every thing she did,
Jennifer always one-upped her. Better looking, better
tips, and now she was even going to be more popular
with the other girls. She took a deep breathe and
anger flooded her body. She clenched a long-nailed
hand and started to round the corner. The bitch was
going to pay!

Owyn's hand on her shoulder stopped her. "Hey now, my
little pussy. No need for a cat-fight." 

"Lemme go, Owyn! I'm going to teach Jenni a lesson!" 

"You think fighting her is going to 'win' your letter
contest?" Owyn said.

She glared at him. "What would you know about Jenni
and me anyway?"

"I know you hate her. I know your hatred of her is
what fuels your passion to be a good stripper. Am I
right?"

Amanda nodded. 

"Well, listen. The thing to do isn't to attack her.
You want to beat her at this game, right, not just
beat her up."

"Yeah. Yeah, that's right."

Owyn smiled, moving in for the kill. "Well, what you
need to do is start working some extra evenings, the
Monday through Thursday shifts..."

"Oh, I can't. I have classes and-"

"Monday through Thursday customers are very hardcore,
very loyal. You want to succeed, make big tips, don't
you? You got to work the weekdays."

Amanda closed her eyes and thought of school. Her
first class wasn't til 9 AM. She'd still be able to
get 4, 5 hours of sleep. She could handle it. She was,
after all, smarter than Jennifer. "Ok, I'll do it."

"Great. Come in this Monday then."

Chapter Twelve
Jennifer was fuming. She paced back and forth in front
of Owyn's desk, stilettoes clicking loudly with each
step. 

"I can't believe you gave her extra nights! She's not
half as good as I am! Don't you realize that bitch is
just a copycat? She even went and got her nose
pierced, just because I did!" 

Owyn looked up at her with a sneer. "Jenni, if I
recall, she was the first one to go to Maria's for a
makeover, not you. So who's the copycat?"

"Fuck you, Owyn! Fuck you. Fine, side with Mandi." She
turned to go. Owyn watched her butt wiggle in its
tight spandex casing for a bit, then called out to
her.

"Jenni...Jenni... who says I'm on her side. What do
you want from me?"

"I want extra shifts, too. Yes or no?"

"Yes, yes..., no problem."

Jennifer trounced out of the room, glowing with
happiness that the strip-club manager had given her
permission to sell her body an extra four evenings a
week.

Chapter Thirteen
9:55 AM, Wednesday morning. Amanda was moving as fast
as she could in the 5" stiletto boots. Wearing heels
all the time had been uncomfortable at first, but
she'd realized it was a necessity if she was going to
learn to achieve the grace and poise that Jennifer
had. She was getting used to it, now, but she still
couldn't run fast. The tight black hot pants and tight
shirt weren't helping her to run, either. 

She knew she dressed like a slut these days, but she
didn't really care. Between class and working at the
club every night, she barely had time to keep her
stripper clothes clean, let alone wash a whole
separate set of 'conservative' clothes. It wasn't like
she looked bad in her stripper clothes-hell, she
looked hot! Anyone who had a problem with how she
looked was probably just jealous. Few people could do
what she did, earn the money she could.

She was out of breathe by the time she got to her
Philosophy class. It hadn't been that long a run.
Maybe it was all the smoking. "I have to keep it under
a pack a day," she thought.

She walked into the class. Everyone's heads were bent
down over their desks, furiously scribbling. The
professor sneered at her. "Perhaps a 9 AM mid-term
exam is too early in the morning for you, Amanda?
You'd prefer we rescheduled for 11 PM, perhaps?" 

Snickers in the classroom. She felt eyeballs on her,
the guys visually feeling her up, the girls scorning
her. She realized her nerves had made her nipples
erect, making their rings clearly visible through her
tight shirt. She looked around for support. Lucy and
Megan wouldn't look at her. Jennifer looked up from
her seat in the classroom, brushed a lock of burgundy
hair out of her face, and shook her head, as if to
say, "can't handle it anymore, can you?" Then she blew
her a kiss. 

Amanda turned and fled, and didn't stop until she was
outside of the academic building in the cool, fresh
air. She reached into her purse and took out a
Virginia Slim. Trembling slightly, she lit it, and
then took a deep drag as the nicotine calmed her
nerves.

She was going to fail Philosophy.

Chapter Fourteen
A week later, the grades on the Philosophy mid-term
came back. Jennifer was trying to look nonchalant,
sitting cross-legged and apparently at ease in her
vinyl pants and black blouse. Only the constant
squeeking of vinyl betrayed her nervousness to those
around her.

The professor stopped at her seat and looked down at
her. In a quiet voice, he said "Very disappointing,
Jennifer. I thought you had a lot of promise at the
beginning of the semester." He handed her exam.

"F", it said in bright red.

"Well, that's what I expected," Jennifer thought. "Its
not like I have time to study these stupid greek piece
of shit philosophers. I'm busting my ass 7 nights a
week on stage."

She glanced up from her test to see Amanda eyeing her.
Jennifer kept it together. She sent her rival a
vicious sneer, and then tossed her head back
confidently, as if to say, "I did fine.". 

Amanda got the message. She looked away, devastated.

Jennifer smiled. "Yes! She's on the verge of quitting.
I can't show weakness now. I've got to keep the
pressure on her, got to get her to quit."

Chapter Fifteen
"I just don't think I can handle it anymore, Candi!"
Amanda said. "I'm falling apart."

Candi popped bubblegum. "Shit, why don't you just quit
school? You make better money as a stripper than as
some anthro-ke-ologist or whatever."

"I can't... I'm the valedictorian of my school! Oh
god, I can't take it."

Jennifer smiled nastily from her corner of the
dressing room. Amanda was definitely on the verge of
cracking. One more push, and victory would be hers.
She got up to go see Owyn.

Candi reached into her purse. "Mandi girl, I have just
the thing for you. Take this." And she handed her a
small pill.

Amanda looked at is suspiciously. "What's this?" 

"Just something to help you get your groove. Take it."

"Well, what the fuck!" Amanda said. She swallowed it
down with a glass of water. "Thanks."  

A few minutes later, things were getting a bit
interesting for Amanda. It was like her senses were
magnified. Pulling on her hot pants, the latex rubbing
against her clit ring, she almost orgasmed on the
spot. The lights seemed brighter, more beautiful.
Sounds were powerful... 

Owyn walked backstage, eyeing the hot, oiled bodies of
his bitches. Jenni was next to him, looking
beautifully trashy. "Girls, Jenni has volunteered to
work the champagne room tonight for the bigwigs we've
got coming in. I need one more girl to volunteer. And
let me remind you... there *is* sex in our champagne
rooms."

Amanda, who was by now rather high, raised her hand.
"Like...I'll do it," she said.

Chapter Sixteen
Owyn set the two girls up with virtually identical
outfits--open crouch fishnet body suits, rubber short
shorts, rubber boob tubes, and clear plastic thigh
boots with 6" heels and 1" platforms. The shorts had
zippers that ran all the way from back to front
allowing total access to the girls' privates. Amanda's
outfit was black, while Jennifer's was white, to
contrast with their blonde and burgundy hair.

Jennifer was nervous, a bit uneasy. She'd heard horror
stories about the champagne room. Amanda, on the other
hand... The blonde stripper was giggling and almost
tipsy, tripping in her heels.

"What's gotten into her all of a sudden? An hour ago
she was on the verge of quitting!" Jennifer thought to
herself.

Inside the champagne room were 6 men, all dressed in
very flash suits. They were sitting round a low table
playing cards and drinking. The largest of the six men
was a huge black guy. His back was turned to the girls
as he peered over his cards. 

Amanda didn't hesitate-she headed straight for the big
black man, and put her hands in front of his eyes.
"Guess who," she giggled, her voice like a little
girls.

Jennifer watched as the man turned to Amanda and
ordered her to sit on his lap. Feeling self-conscious,
Jennifer tried to look and walk as sexy as possible as
she walked over to another of the men, a well-muscled
Italian.

"Would the big man like a drinkie with me?" she said,
trying to imitate Amanda's little girl voice. The
Italian grabbed at her ass as she pulled away and
headed for the bar. 

By the time Jennifer had returned with a drink, Amanda
was in the middle of a deep kiss with the black man,
while a friend of the huge black fondled Amanda's ass.

Jennifer moved in front of the Italian and started to
rub her butt against his cock, then looked over her
shoulder and licked her lips. Out of the corner of her
eye, she saw that Amanda had had the zipper of her
shorts pulled from front to back, revealing her
smooth, pierced pussy. 

Amanda was talking to the black guy, and Jennifer
overheard his name-"Bill"-and his friend's name as
well-"Mike." They were getting it on, Jennifer
saw--Mike was now behind and below Amanda's ass, and
he started to stroke her almost bare ass. Jennifer saw
Amanda blush with pleasure as Mike's tongue wafted
over her asshole and into her pussy. 

Jennifer's man began moving his cock slowly up and
down her butt crack and then reached his hands around
to pinch her nipples. As the Italian grabbed at her
tits, she slowly bent forward to encourage him to play
with her ass. He pulled the back zipper down and
Jennifer found she was now also fully exposed. His
finger found her mouth and she began to suck it in. 

"Hi, I'm John," the Italian guy breathed from behind.
John pulled his finger out of her mouth, and the next
thing Jennifer felt was the same finger applying
pressure to her butthole. He pushed harder as he
slowly inserted his finger into her very tight hole. 

Amanda by now had 2 fingers inside her wet and swollen
pussy and a tongue wriggling wonderfully in her ass.
Jennifer heard her cry out for more tongue up her ass.
Encouraged, she decided to do the same.

"More, up my bottom!" Jennifer cried. John responded
by grabbing her arms and shooting a nasty look at
Owyn, who had been watching the scene from the door.

"What the fuck is going on, Owyn? These are supposed
to be two really nasty sluts and this one has pulled
away when I want to play with her tits! Now she's
telling me to put a finger up her bottom! I'll do what
I want, not what she wants! Did you just get this
bitch out of school or something?"

Owyn looked across at Amanda, who was slowly taking
Mike's cock up her ass while simultaneously sucking on
Bill's cock. She was doing fine at least. He moved in
front of Jennifer and grabbed her roughly, dragging
her away from John.

"You are a stuck-up bitch," he hissed. "And you are
letting me down *very* badly!" He reached into his
pocket and brought out a small glass vial. He broke,
and stuck it under Jennifer's nose.

"Breathe in, you useless slut," he said.  Jennifer
inhaled the popper and felt her skin shrink and her
muscles tense. Owyn broke another and she breathed
again. John gave Owyn a grateful smile, and grabbed
the burgundy-haired stripper.

Jennifer was man-handled across to the card table, and
unceremoniously dumped on her back. John and the other
2 men moved towards her. 

At the other end of the room, Phil, who had been
drinking at the bar, decided it was time to join in. 
He walked over to Amanda, who was being simultaneously
fucked in the ass and mouthh, and moved into position
to get his cock inside her cunt.

By now, Jennifer's clothing had been ripped off, and
she was naked except for her boots and the torn
remains of her body suit. The two men held her ankles
while John fed his cock into her ass. Her stomach
muscles were screaming and her back hurt as the cock
rammed home. She looked over at Amanda, and knew she
had to do take it. "I have to beat that fucking
bitch."

Don, who had been holding her ankles for John, came
around and stuck his cock in her mouth. "Take my cock
all the way you stupid cunt," he groaned. She opened
wide, and he pushed deep.  

Meanwhile, Bill had also startd to fuck Amanda's
mouth. Amanda felt spit and pre-cum mix in her mouth
and slowly slide down her check. Mike kept heaving his
cock up her ass, and Phil was now sliding his cock
slowly in and out of her cunt.
  
Amanda's mind came and went. "I love these
strangers... I love everyone in the room. Even
Jennifer!" she thought to herself. She looked over to
a straining Jennifer, who was doing her damnedest to
look like she was enjoying the brutal mouth fucking
she was receiving. 

"OOoouuummm, mmmmm" she groaned, trying to make the
men happy. Don pulled out of her pussy, and Jennifer
gasped "Oh yes baby you make love so good'! Don looked
at her for a second, and then brought his hand down
with a sudden crack. Her face was suddenly red and
swollen. "I don't ever make love you stupid fucking
whore, never, I fuck silly little bitches like you,
fuck 'em, you understand, cunt?" he screamed.

Jennifer started to say she was sorry but Don's cock
was replaced by Stan, the last remaining client's.
Stan was huge; it literally felt like he was tearing
his way into Jennifer's cunt. Owyn arrived just in
time with another vial of amyl. Jennifer breathed in
to scream, and her pain was washed away with her mind
for a minute or two. 

Amanda, meanwhile, had swallowed her first load but
the ecstasy was starting to wear off. 'Fuck me,
honey," she slurred at whichever man was using her
cunt now. Then her ass was slapped hard as a new cock
entered her asshole...

A short while later, the men departed. Amanda was
lying on the card table stomach down. She could feel
the cum drip out of her stretched and sore cunt. Her
mouth tasted horrible as she belched up the strong cum
flavors left by Bill and his friends. 

"Candi...I've got find Candi...I need another dose of
that shit to make me feel so good again," she thought.
Amanda knew the e had saved her. The sex had been so
nasty and hardcore... she would have to ask Candi what
normally happened to the girls at these champagne
thingies. 

Jennifer was rubbing her face where that bastard had
slapped her. What did she say wrong? Her asshole was
still flexing and moving in its own rhythm. She must
be better at this shit next time--she had to prepare. 

Amanda's eye met Jennifer's as they tried to move from
where they were dumped at the end of the evening.
Amanda was the first to break the stare. "I've got to
find Candi," she mumbled.

Jennifer stretched and felt the cold cum in her hair.
Her first thought was for a cigarette. She smiled as
Owyn flipped his lighter and handed over a cigarette,
like a little white cock for her to suck on. 

Over Owyn's shoulder she could see Amanda talking to
Candi. They were laughing and looking now and then at
Jennifer. Amanda's head flipped back as she swallowed
down another dose of e. 

Jennifer looks desperately at Owyn and he smiled
viciously. "Mandi made you luck like a catholic school
girl. You better do better next time."

Chapter Seventeen
Amanda smiled at Lucy from across the table. Lucy was
fat and frumpy, but she was an old friend. It was
important to make time for her. This was going to be a
fun dinner.

"So, like, we haven't hung out in a while, Lucy!"
Amanda said.

"Yeah, well, I guess you've been spending all your
time with your stripper friends, Amanda," Lucy said. 

"Aw, I'm just working. I'm going to tough it out till
the end of the semester. I know Jenni can't hack it
anymore. I was so much better than her in the...
Anyway, I've got the evening off. Do you want to go
clubbing tonight? We'll pick up some boys..." She
raised her sculpted eyebrows suggestively.

"Clubbing? It's a Tuesday night. We have 9 AM class."

"Oh forget class. God. You are probably still a
virgin. Come on, have some fun.  You're only young
once ya know."

"Actually I wouldn't go clubbing even if we didn't
have class."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Amanda didn't pick up
on the nasty tone that had been building in Lucy's
voice.

"Don't you get it? I hear what happens at that club
you work at. Its embarrassing to be seen with you. You
look like a slut, you smoke like a chimney, and... you
do drugs and fuck men for money!" Lucy was almost
shouting.

"Sssshhhh," Amanda glanced around nervously. "Its not
like that."

"Tell me how it is then," Lucy said tightly.

For a moment the two girls stared at each other. Then
Amanda looked away, her eyes falling on her pack of
Virginia Slims. She lit one up. "You wouldn't
understand."

Lucy stood up. "Yeah, I guess it's a slut thing, huh."
She started walking away.

"Well fuck you, Lucy! Fuck you! Who wants to hang out
with a fat loser like you anyway!" she shouted. Lucy
didn't turn around. After a few minutes sitting by
herself, Amanda got out her cellphone.

"Hello, Candi? Its Mandi. Wanna go clubbing
tonight?... Great... definitely, bring some Ecstasy...
I'll see you there."

Lucy had already been forgotten.

Chapter Eighteen 
Jennifer was laying on her stomach in a black catsuit,
high-heeled feet kicked up behind her, long-nailed
hands holding a cigarette as she watched her video
rental for the evening - "Best of XXX Hardcore".

She'd been embarrassed by her performance in the
champagne room last week. She'd vowed it wouldn't
happen again. There were rules for success in pleasing
men, she'd learned, and she needed to know these rules
if she was going to beat Mandi in the champagne room
tonight. Hence the porn video.

The woman in the video lit up a cigarette and walked
towards the male lead. Jennifer noted how she walked
in the heels, feet one in front of the other so he
butt swayed magnificently. She watched how she smoked,
treating the cigarette like it was a cock, something
to suck on joyously. Jennifer got up and tried to
imitate.

"Fuck Barbi! Fuck Barbi! Fuck your slut!" the woman in
the video said.

"Fuck Jenni! Fuck Jenni! Fuck your slut!" Jenni
repeated, imitating the woman's high-pitched voice. 

She fast-forwarded to watch as "Barbi" brought her
head down on an enormous cock. She watched her facial
expressions, how she made her lips into an O and then
slid them over the cock, until it was deep into her
throat.

Jennifer put the tape on pause and reached over to the
huge dildo she'd bought the day before. She touched up
her glossy purple lipstick and then brought her mouth
to the dildo, imitating the woman... deeper, deeper.
She had to work on her gag reflex...

When the video was over, she got up and went to the
bathroom and carefully, very carefully, took the butt
plug out of her ass. It had been in for a few hours,
and now her hole was large, inviting. She rubbed it
with lubrication, and then headed over to the Club.
She made sure to bring the Ecstasy with her. If Mandi
was going to use drugs to get an advantage, so would
she!

Chapter Nineteen
Art History 101, Wednesday 11 AM. Lucy and Megan,
sitting far away, were taking notes studiously. But
Amanda never sat with those losers anymore. Mostly she
was surrounded by guys, checking her out. She wasn't
sure why she came to class anyway-maybe just to get
new clients? As soon as the professor started speaking
about the importance of Hittite contributions to
Mesopotamian sculpture, Amanda's eyes had glazed over.


"That shit isn't art," she thought. "Now love-making,
that's an art." Then she corrected herself. "Not
love-making. Fucking. I have to learn the vocabulary."

Jenni had earned considerably more tips than her in
the past few champagne room nights. It was as if she'd
gone from catholic schoolgirl to hardened sex-goddess,
with a whole new vocabulary, and a wide range of sex
techniques. Amanda had finally figured out her secret
when she saw Jenni browsing in the adult film section
of the local video star. Jenni was learning from porn!

So of course, Amanda had taken to watching it now,
too. She couldn't let Jenni have a competitive
advantage. And it was actually pretty enjoyable. Take
the film she'd watched last night. This blonde with
big tits had been so hot that all the men dropped
whatever they were doing and fucked her on the spot,
everywhere she went. That was the sort of triumph
Amanda was working for. And the blonde in the film had
clearly been having a good time-she must have orgasmed
a dozen times. The thought of all those cocks, in her
cunt, stimulating her pierced clit... Amanda was
suddenly wet. She reached a hand down between her legs
to touch herself-

Her reverie was interrupted when the professor dropped
her exam results on her desk. "F".

"When did I take an Art History exam?" she thought.
Her mind was very fuzzy. She needed more sleep. It had
been hard as hell to get up this morning. Who decided
to start the day so fucking early? No one should be
out of bed before noon.

She tried to go through her courses. "French, F. Art
History, F. Psychology, F. Western Civ, F... I think
I'm taking one other course, but I don't remember. Was
it that really early morning one? With the German
dude, Nittsy?" Why was her mind so fuzzy. Was it the
Ecstasy? 

She gave up thinking about it. She was probably
failing that early morning course, too, whatever it
was. Suddenly, she felt very sick to the stomach. Her
parents were going to *kill* her. She needed to go
outside for a smoke. 

Outside, it was a bit snowy, but Amanda didn't have
any problems navigating in her stiletto-heeled boots.
She couldn't believe people made such a big deal about
high heels. They were easy to walk in, if you made an
effort. And the payoff was totally worth it. Flats
were less comfortable than heels, these days.

A familiar voice jarred her. Jenni. On a cellphone,
just ahead. Her arch-rival was wearing an expensive
coat with gaudy black fur lining, leather pants, and
high heels. "She looks pretty good, that bitch," she
thought, in begrudging admiration.

As she walked past, she eavesdropped on Jenni's
conversation. "Yeah, Mom, I'm not coming home for
Winter Break... Why? Well, its cause I've been
selected to be a teaching assistant. So I have to stay
here to work with the professor... Yeah, it's a big
honor. Thank you, I'm glad I make you proud. I'll miss
you too..."

Amanda kept walking, staying cool outwardly. Inside,
though, she was devastated. "Ohmigod she really is
better than me...she's beating me in stripping and
she's actually doing *well* in school. Ohmigod.
Ohmigod. What am I gonna do? I'm failing all my
classes and she's gonna be a fucking TA ohmigod."

She had to beat Jenni in something. She couldn't be
second-best in everything. She had to be better than
Jennie. If it couldn't be in grades, then in would
have to be in stripping. A wild plan suddenly hatched
in her mind.

Chapter Twenty
"Jenni, I am really glad you'll be working the
Christmas break," Owyn said to her. "Your friend Mandi
took the break off." He was lying, but Jenni was too
busy painting her nails to notice it.

"Yeah, well, I didn't have a lot of choice, Owyn. I
flunked all my classes. I can't go home, my parents
would kill me."

"Oh? How did you convince them to let you stay here?"

She laughed, and blew on her wet red nails. "I told
them I was a TA. Can you believe that?"

"You are a TA, Jenni.. Tits and Ass, that is. I'll see
you tonight."

"Yep, see ya, sexy," she said, and hung up the phone.
Glancing at her watch, she realized she was running
late. Maria was expecting her at 2, and then Steve
over at Modern Looks at 4.

Maria didn't mind that she was five minutes late.
"Looking good, Jenni," she said. "We're all set for
you here."

Jenni took a seat and Angela, the hair weaver, came
out. Jenni had figured that since stripping was now
her career, she might as well take it to the next
level. One element of that involved lengthening her
burgundy hair from its current length to halfway down
her back. 

While Angela was doing that, Jessica, the nail
technician, went to work on her pinky
fingernails-piercing each one with a small silver
ring. She didn't have to type anymore, so why not?

She thanked Maria, and then it was over to Steve.
She'd slept with Steve a few times these past couple
weeks, nothing serious as far as she was concerned,
but he'd been impressed enough to agree to do some
work for free. 

"Love the hair, Mandi. You are one fucking hot slut,
you know that!"

"I try," she replied.

"So what do you want done?" Steve asked. 

She showed him a drawing she'd found, of a twisting
wreath of roses. "I want that tattooed around my upper
left arm. And I want this-" a circular pattern of
roses-"around my bellybutton. Oh, and I want a second
tongue piercing."

"Wow, baby. That's some serious stuff. What's gotten
into you?"

"Well, I dropped out of school. Got to focus on my
career." She smiled, painted lips glistening
invitingly. He smiled back, then went to work.

Chapter Twenty-One
Since she'd failed out of school, Amanda had lost her
dorm room. Thus, she was recovering in an apartment
Owyn had helped her find. It was in a sleazy section
of town, where the rents were low. It was a very cheap
pad--the whole apartment stank of sweat and cigarette
smoke and there was even a mirror on the ceiling. 

The apartment was pretty empty. She didn't have a lot
of possessions, anymore-with no one to help her move
and not a lot of time, she'd just dumped all her books
and most of her old clothes into the trash. She'd kept
the stuff she needed for work, and had managed to move
her TV and her radio. Initially she'd been planning to
move her computer but, well, the TV had been heavy
enough and lugging that PC in her high heels had
looked like it was going to be a lot of work. 

"Oh well," she thought. "It only had every paper I've
ever written on it. No big loss. Jenni's papers were
probably better anyway. My strengths are in other
areas. I know that now."

She looked up and saw her reflection in the mirror,
sprawled out in the bed. Her feet were visible
sticking out of the covers; they were strapped into
special stretchers which Doctor Ferguson had said
would help her wear higher heels. "You must wear these
24/7 for a week after your surgery," she remembered
him telling her. 

The doctor had done other work, as well, on her
breasts, but it wasn't visible under the blankets. The
surgery had been expensive, but the doctor had given
her a discount because she was one of "Owyn's girls."
Owyn apparently had sent him quite a few referrals in
the past.

Deciding to have the surgery had been easy once she'd
come to grips with the fact that Jenni was smarter
than her. Apparently a lot smarter. She, Amanda, it
turned out, was just another dumb blonde. Probably it
had been luck, the whole good grades thing. 

"That's why I did what I did. It was the right thing
to do," she told herself. 

Chapter Twenty-Two
Jenni lounged complacently at the bar in Club Erotica,
enjoying a beer and cigarette. She wasn't working this
evening but she liked to hang out with her friends and
tease the regulars. Plus there was supposed to be some
new "star" tonight and Jenni wanted to check out the
competition. With Mandi gone, Jenni was top bitch at
the Club these days, and, she admitted to herself, she
missed the competition. 

"Mandi was a bitch but she was fun to beat," Jenni
thought.

Owyn was on stage, microphone in hand. Jenni felt like
he was looking right at her when he shouted, "And now
gentlemen, I'd like to introduce... the new and
improved... Mandi!" 

And then there she was in all her platinum-blonde
glory, Mandi, new breasts jutting out, proudly fake,
still adorned with gold rings but now twice as big.
She was dancing on 6" spikes like they were slippers,
touching her pierced clit, licking her lips with
pierced tongue, sliding her oiled body up and down the
bar.

The men in the audience were going wild, hundreds of
dollars being tossed onto the stage. And Mandi was
clearly into it, loving the attention, getting off on
the wanton sluttiness of her job, her body, her self.
One look at her eyes and Jenni knew that Mandi had
given herself up to her new role. 

"Well, fuck her. Stripping is all I've got left. If
that bitch thinks she can get a little bit of silicone
and suddenly she's going to be number one, she's got
another thing coming." 

She stubbed her cigarette out and went to go see Owyn.
He'd know some good plastic surgeons, no doubt.

Chapter Twenty-Three
It was a Sunday afternoon and Mandi had an appointment
at Maria's. She knew Jenni was off getting surgery at
this very minute. If she was going to keep her
competitive advantage, she had to act now. 

When she got to Maria's, the place was the same as
always-trashy d cor, a bit smoky, and filled with
slutty-looking women. 

"Mandi, OHMIGOD I love the new tits," said Angela,
mincing over on her stilettoes to get a closer look.
"Did Owyn send you to Doctor Ferguson?" 

Mandi smiled. "Yeah...he does great work. I may go
back to get them larger, what do you think?"

"Definitely," said Angela. The other girls nodded. 

"I remember when you came in to see us for the first
time, Mandi..." Maria chuckled. "You were like this
doe-eyed baby. Now look at you. Just another nasty
plastic slut, selling her body."

"And proud of it!" replied Mandi. "So you gonna get
started making me nastier, or what?"

The salon sluts went to work. Angela wove her some
extra hair, so that her platinum-blonde locks went
down almost to her ass. Jessica lengthened her nails
with acrylic extensions to a glamorous 3/4" each, and
Maria pierced each nail with a small gold ring.

"These nails are going to take some getting used to,"
said Maria.

"As long as I can still smoke, dress, put on make-up,
and give a hand job, I'll be fine," said Mandi,
admiring her new talons.

 From Maria's, she headed to see Steve. She'd heard
rumors that Jenni had fucked Steve a few times, so of
course she had too. The man was a great lay, what with
that pierced cock of his. She remembered it clearly.
They'd gone into the back room of the piercing parlor,
and he'd shoved her face-forward onto the table, then
hiked up her skirt. A moment later, he was taking her
from the rear, pounding away. She'd loved every minute
of it, had started shouting. When it was over, she
licked his pierced cock clean. She'd still had cum on
her face when she walked out into the waiting area
past a half-dozen sorority girls coming for the navel
piercings.

She had smiled at them. "Pierced clit. Its worth it."

There were no sorority girls at the piercing parlor
today, just Steve and her. They'd already talked on
the phone about what she wanted done, and after a
brief chat, he went to work. 

A few hours later it was done. On her right arm, Steve
had tattooed a ring of barbed wire surrounding the
words "Cum Slut." On her left ankle, a similar tattoo
marked her as a "Nasty Whore".

"The guys at the club will go crazy over those,
Mandi...," Steve said. "What else are you having
done?"

She took the opportunity to light a cigarette. She did
that every chance she got, these days. "I want my
tongue pierced twice more. But before you do that...
what do you say I suck that pierced cock of yours?"

"Sounds good to me... you nasty whore." 

Mandi smiled, and licked her painted lips.

Chapter Twenty-Four
Jenni was ecstatic. Dr. Ferguson had done incredible
work. She was literally a walking wet dream, a sex
bomb. There was no way Mandi could compete with her
now. 

She looked in the full-length mirror on the wall of
her apartment. A week in the foot stretchers had been
as beneficial as the doctor had said-the 6" spiked
heels were barely noticeable. Of course, flats were
out of the question now, but Jenni had thrown out all
her flats when she'd moved out of the dorms anyway. 

Her eyes wandered upward. Her shaved, pierced pussy
was just barely hidden by a vinyl micromini. Her
midriff was bare, to show off her tattoo and piercing.
And then there were here breasts. There was no trace
of the naturally beautiful breasts that had once been
her finest asset. No, now there were just huge,
jutting DD-mounds of silicone, as plastic as the cheap
rings hanging from her pierced nipples. 

She moved her gaze to her face. Her make-up was as
thick and trashy as always. Her eyebrows arched high,
quizzically, her nose-stud gleamed, a dozen cheap
plastic bangles dangled from her ears. This was all
the same. But her lips... gone were the cute, sensual
lips of the past; thick wads of collagen had given her
a swollen cupid's bow. They were just what she had
asked the doctor for-"cocksucking lips."

She ran her long-nailed hands, nail-piercings
gleaming, through her thick, burgundy hair and licked
her new cocksucking lips with her triple-pierced
tongue. 

"Jenni is a hot, nasty slut," she said to the mirror.
"Let's see Mandi top this."

Chapter Twenty-Five
Mandi burst into Owyn's office, high heels tapping
like a machinegun on his hard floor. She slid into the
easy chair across from his desk and sat there for a
moment, totally distraught.

"Um... can I help you, Mandi?" asked Owyn. "What's
wrong?"

"Its Jenni. She looks... too good. How can I compete
against that?"

He thought about it for a second. "Well, if you are
serious about competing with Jenni, you need to go see
Doctor Ferguson and ask him to take it to the limit.
The works. Then Jenni'll have nothing on you."

"I...I can't. I know what that involves... Its too
extreme."

"I see. Well, that's fine. You can be the #2 stripper
here. I don't care, one way or the other."

"No! Its not that." She was flustered. "Its not too
extreme. No... its just that I don't have any money."

"Eh? How can that be? You make great tips."

"I've been spending it all... on clothes. Cigarettes.
Ecstasy."

"I see." Owyn looked pensive, thoughtful, for a
second. Then he smiled nastily. 

"I'll loan you the money."

"Really? You'd do that for me." 

"Sure. Provided you sign a contract making me your
exclusive agent, promoter. You know. So I can be sure
I recoup my loan." He reached into his desk. "As it
happens, I have one right here."

Mandi grabbed the contract and pretended to read it
over. Her Ecstasy-damaged mind couldn't make heads or
tails of it. Perpetual non-terminable agency
relationship? Relationship to continue indefinitely
following recoupment of loan? What the fuck did that
all mean?

"This looks fine," said Mandi. "Have a pen?"

He handed her one. It was a bit hard for her to write
with her pierced nails, but she managed to scrawl out
a signature.

"Great! We're all set then," Owyn said. Mandi got up
to leave. "Before you go, though, suck my cock."

"What?" said Mandi. She was clearly confused. Was he
ordering her to suck his cock? She sucked cock for
money but she wasn't some slave or something.

"You heard me. You want this surgery-you want to beat
Jenni--you do as I say. Now come over here, and suck
my cock." He slid down his pants, revealing a
fully-erect 9" monster. 

The blonde stripper got up and walked over to where he
sat. She stood nervously by Owyn. "Get under the
desk," he said. "And suck."

She did, taking his dick deeply into her throat,
running her lips up and down his shaft, all the while
licking his head with her pierced tongue. Her mind was
reeling. When had she lost control?

"Oh, yeah...that feels great," he said. "You are one
hell of a cocksucker. Oh, yeah...swallow it all down."

When she was done swallowing his load, he pulled his
cock out of her mouth. A dribble of cum oozed down her
chin. She was still crouched at the foot of his chair.


"You know what you are, Mandi? A slut. No, not just a
slut. You are a cum slut. Say that."

"I'm a cum slut," she choked out, humiliated. It was
one thing to joke about this with Maria and the girls.
This was another thing altogether.

"Who's this 'I'? You're not an I. You're just a
fucking object. Don't ever refer to yourself as an
'I'. Say, Mandi is a cum slut."

"Mandi is a cum slut," she said. Her eyes were wet;
tears were coming, but she was trying not to let her
humiliation show.

"A total bimbo who only lives to fuck."

"Mandi is a total bimbo who only lives to fuck." The
tears started to drip down her cheeks.

Owyn sneered. "I don't want see fucking tears. Why are
you crying? Who you are now, that's who you wanted to
be. You *chose* this road. And you know what? You're
damned good at it. You're a hot, nasty slut."

She blinked back the tears. Why was she so upset? Owyn
was right. He was telling it like it was. "Mandi is a
hot, nasty slut," she said huskily.

"That's right. What are you?"

"A fucktoy." She said. It was a commitment. "An
object. A whore." With each word she uttered,
something beautiful inside of her died and something
nasty took its place. "Mandi is a trashy bimbo slut.
Mandi is an object for men's pleasure. Mandy is just
two tits and a cunt. Mandy is a bitch in heat. Mandy
lives to suck cock." 

Hot cum suddenly sprayed all over her face. She
realized Owyn had been masturbating while she spoke.
She used a long nailed finger to scoop it up and then
licked it greedily. "Cum is Mandi's favorite food."

"I'll call Doctor Ferguson," said Owyn. "You're gonna
be so fucking hot."

Chapter Twenty-Six
"What do you mean, she went back to see Doctor
Ferguson?!" Jenni shouted. "That's not fair!" 

Owyn shrugged. "What do you want me to tell you? She's
in surgery now."

"What's she having done?" 

He told her. Her eyes went wide.

"Ohmigod that's so extreme..." She paced around the
room. "But what am I gonna do? I've come too far to
let that bitch one-up me."

"So go have it done."

"Fuck, I can't...I don't have the money."

"I'll give you the same deal I gave her, if you want."


"What? What deal is that?"

"I'll loan you the money if you sign a contract...
It'll make me your exclusive agent, promoter. You
know. That way I can make sure you pay me back." He
handed her a contract.

"Yeah, sure. This seems fair." The legal jargon meant
nothing to her. She signed it clumsily. "Is that all
you want?"

"Actually, there is one more thing..." He started to
unzip his pants. It was time to make sure this cum
slut knew her place.

When he was finished with her, Jenni was licking cum
off her own face. "You know, Jenni, its been great to
watch you and Mandi go from coeds to cumsluts. Really
fucking great."

"Jenni is a bimbo slut. Cum is Jenni's favorite food,"
Jenni replied.

Chapter Twenty-Seven
Owyn came by Dr. Ferguson's clinic a few weeks later
to pick up his new stars. Ferguson's big-titted
receptionist bimbo was an ex-Erotica stripper, and she
didn't give him any lip when he asked to see the doc.

Ferguson was glad to see him. "Ah, Owyn. You must be
here to get your sluts. My finest work. Walk with me."
They started to head towards the rear of the clinic.

"What procedures did you end up settling on?"

"Quite a lot, actually. I did some further work on
their legs, for starters. Neither of them is going to
ever wear flats again, that's for sure. They'll be
lucky to walk in 5" heels. I removed two ribs from
each side and liposuctioned their waists; I got both
down to 18"." Owyn nodded, and the doctor went on. 

"I used a series of implants in the breasts to bring
them both up to 65GGG cups. Of course there was facial
reconstruction as well. I added extra collagen in the
lips to give them that perfect cocksucking look. Then
I redid their noses and brought out their cheekbones,
and implanted false eyelashes. Steve was good enough
to come by and do electrolysis, permanent make-up, and
the labia piercings." 

"And their minds?"

"You had them in the right state of mind when they got
here so no personality modification was necessary...
but I kept them on the drugs the whole time anyway.
The loss to IQ was sharp. They'll never again be
anything but dumb bimbos, I'm afraid.

"Damn... its all covered. These girls are going to be
fucking perfect."

"They *are* perfect, my friend," the doctor replied.
"Look and see for yourself." And he flicked on a
switch, revealing a scene from a wet dream. 

Mandi stood leaning against the wall, legs spread
wide, long-nailed hands against the wall for support.
Her feet were encased in 7" heeled pumps that left her
toes practically at points. She was wearing a black
vinyl dress that showed off everything. Her breasts
were like basketballs, their nipples adorned with
enormous gold hoops, while her waist was tiny. Her
face was perfect, with a small nose, high cheekbones,
heavily made-up with dark, slutty colors. Her lips
were fat and soft and slick with lipstick. Her eyes
were vacant of anything except lust.

Jenni was on all fours, leather-clad ass sticking into
the air, face buried in Mandi's pierced cunt. Her
pendulous breasts were if anything larger than
Mandi's, her waist almost as small. As the two men
watched, she brought Mandi to orgasm with a long,
triple-pierced tongue while fingering her pierced
clit.

Out of the corner of her eye, Mandi saw Owyn watching
her. With a smile, she reached behind herself to rub
her own ass invitingly.

She didn't have to ask twice.

Chapter Twenty-Eight
Mandi Mounds and Jenni Slut had top billing at the
Club Erotica every night of the week. On the side,
they were doing some XXX porno work, and making great
money--although they didn't see any of it. Their
manager, Owyn, was "saving" it for them. Their loans
from Owyn had long since been repaid, but they were
just a couple of dumb bimbos, why not let him manage
the money? He kept them well-supplied with clothing,
drugs, and cigarettes, which was about all they cared
about. That and cock-but they got paid for that.

The two cumsluts were lounging by the bar waiting for
some champagne room clients when two college girls
approached them. The first girl was slightly
overweight and was dressed like an average Gen Y. To
Mandi and Jenni, though, she looked like an
overweight, underbreasted Puritan. Her friend was
little better. Both had fresh, cute faces. They seemed
vaguely familiar.

"Hi, my name is Lucy," the girl said. "And this is
Megan. Could you go backstage and tell Amanda Royce
and Jennifer Davis that some old friends from college
are here to see her."

"There's no Amanda Royce working here," said Mandi.
"Is there, Jenni Slut?" 

Jenni exhaled smoke from her lungs. "No, sure isn't
Mandi Mounds. No Jennifer Davis either. College co-ed
bitches can't hack it at this place. Just nasty sluts
like Mandi and Jenni." She took another drag on her
cigarette.

"Hack it... whatever," Megan replied angrily. "Like
guys want trashy bitches like you." 

"Let's get out of here, Megan. I don't think Jennifer
and Amanda are around anymore," Lucy said. "Besides,
she's right. Look at her tips. She's what the guys
want."

"Give me a break! I could make more money as a
stripper than these two whores. I've got class!"
shouted Megan.

Lucy grabbed her friend's hand. "No you couldn't. Now
come on, let's go."

Megan pulled her hand away. "Just because you're fat
and couldn't hack it, don't tell me I couldn't! What
do you know!" She looked around angrily and then saw
Owyn dressed in a dark suit by the back room. She
hustled over to him.

"Excuse me, are you the manager of this place?" she
asked.

"Yes, I am," he said, raising an eyebrow.

"I want a job!" said Megan. "I wanna show those two
silicone bimbos what a real girl can do!" 

"Why don't we talk about this in my office," said
Owyn. "I can give you some advice." And he smiled
broadly.

Lucy was left standing with Mandi and Jenni. She was
fuming. "Fat! What the fuck does she know. I... I...
I'll show her." For a moment she made eye-contact with
the huge-breasted, wasp-waisted bimboes.

Jenni looked at Mandi and licked her fat lips. Mandi
stepped forward. "Mandi and Jenni have a friend you
should see who can help. Her name is Maria."

THE END


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