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Why Me? -- Part 1
by Zoned
 
*****

Richard and I had been best of friends through Junior and Senior 
High School.  He was the athletic "jock" and I was the scholar.   
After high school, I went on to college while Richard married a 
beautiful local girl, Ruth, and went to work in the construction 
business.  We started getting together, Richard and me, during 
the summer preceding my senior year at college for drinking, pot 
and good times. Occasionally Ruth would join us and we would go 
drinking and dancing.  One Friday in June, Richard and Ruth had 
picked me up at my parents house and we went out riding and 
drinking.  We ended up at their place, a third floor apartment 
near DC.  We started drinking so they suggested that I spend the 
night instead of driving me home and I agreed.  
 
We sat around their dining room table drinking beer and Richard 
suggested we play a game of cards.  Ruth asked what kind of game 
we would play and I jokingly replied Strip Poker.  Ruth initially 
objected but was finally convinced by Richard and the game began.  
Richard won the first three hands leaving me with my pants and 
shorts and Ruth in her Bra, Slacks and Panties.  As the next hand 
began, Ruth and I anteed our pants while Richard anteed with 
Ruths blouse.  I looked at my hand, with three aces and thought 
this would almost guarantee a win.  I bet my shorts but requested 
that I keep them on until the end of the hand.  They agreed and 
Ruth raised me.  Richard raised again and I had nothing to bet 
with.  It was agreed that we could owe to the pot and repayment 
could be worked out after the game.  I agreed and raised again.  
Ruth called, leaving her owing two pieces of clothing and me 
three.  Richard called. I drew two cards, a pair of eights, Ruth 
drew three and Richard drew one.  When the time came to bet, 
Richard said he would bet everything if the winner was King, or 
Queen, for the rest of the night.  With a full house I thought 
that was a great idea so I called, Ruthie did likewise and we 
showed our hands.  Richard had a flush, I the full house and Ruth 
had four threes.  She was the winner.  There I was with Richard 
fully dressed, Ruthie in her Bra and Panties and me in my shorts 
with Ruthie obviously in charge.  
 
Her first command was for me and Richard to remove our clothing.  
Richard immediately took off all his clothes but the tension of 
the moment had given me a hard on and I was embarrassed and 
didn't immediately remove my drawers.  Ruth restated the command 
and I slowly took off by underwear.  Richard started laughing and 
Ruthie shook her head stating, "Billy, are you hard at seeing 
Richard naked?".  I said it was the tension of the moment but 
Ruthie stated that she thought otherwise.  She stated that since 
she was queen for the night we would be in for some fun.  Ruth 
went into the bedroom and came back out wearing a bathrobe.  She 
seated herself in the easy chair in the living room and 
instructed me and Richard to come over to her.  Her first command 
was for me to eat her while masturbating Richard to get him hard.  
I said that I wasn't about to touch another man's cock.  Ruth 
said that was part of the price for losing the game.  I still 
said no way and Ruth rose and went to the front door.  She opened 
the door and Richard, who is considerably stronger than I, put me 
in a half nelson and shoved me out the door.  There I was, naked 
with a hard on standing in the hallway of an apartment complex 20 
miles from home.  I knocked on the door with no response.  I 
started to get little bit worried and whispered loudly for them 
to please let me in.  This went on for about five minutes (it 
seemed like an hour to me) when the elevator at the end of the 
hall ringed that it was on this floor, I started pounding on the 
door and it was opened a crack.  Ruth was standing there and said 
if I wanted back in, I would have to do be her total slave for as 
long as she desired me.  I really didn't have any choice so I 
said OK without hesitation.  As I went in the opened door I saw a 
black couple exiting the elevator at the end of the hall.  
 
Once inside, I saw Richard in a jogging suit and Ruth still in 
her bathrobe.  Ruth stated for me to put my hands behind my back 
and Richard subsequently tied my hands with a necktie he got from 
his pant's pocket.  Ruth then told me to get on my knees.  I got 
on my knees and Ruth told me to walk to Richard.  As I got in 
front of Richard, she told me to take his jogging pants down with 
my mouth.  I said "Wait a minute" but was quickly silenced by a 
loud slap and a sharp pain across my ass.  As I looked at Ruth I 
saw her wielding a thin leather belt that came towards my ass 
again.  The pain was extreme, she wasn't holding anything back, 
and I took Richard's jogging pants down with my teeth.  Ruth then 
ordered me to suck Richard's cock which was semi-hard and about 
the size of my hard cock at the time.  Another blow from the belt 
and I put my mouth around Richard's cock and started to suck.  
Ruth asked Richard how I was doing and Richard said I needed to 
learn to use my tongue more, so the belt landed again.  I took my 
mouth off of his cock and started to lick it.  I continued doing 
the best I could to give him a good blowjob and after what seemed 
like 30 minutes he grabbed the back of my head and started to 
fuck my face.  I tried desperately to stop from gagging as his 
cock rammed into my throat and suddenly his jism burst into my 
throat.  With that introduction, I started to gag and tried 
desperately to get away but without the use of my hands, this was 
not possible.  The jism filled my mouth and started to come down 
my cheeks and chin to the floor.  There seemed to be pints of the 
shit coming and it kept coming.  As Richard released his grip, I 
took my mouth off of his cock and Ruth called my name.  As I 
turned in her direction, there was a flash of light which 
temporarily blinded me.  When my sight recovered, there was Ruth 
awaiting the development of a Polaroid print.
 
After the picture developed, she showed it to me and there I was 
in the most compromising position possible.  With jism leaking 
from both corners of my mouth to my chin and a cock, still wet 
from my spit, inches from my face.  Ruth took the picture and 
went into the bedroom, coming back empty handed.  She asked 
Richard how I did with my first blow job and Richard said that I 
would improve in time and winked at Ruthie.  
 
Ruth then said that maybe I was better at cunt eating and 
subsequently told me to crawl to her on my knees.  She told me 
to put my face inside her bathrobe and make her happy.  I 
instantly shoved my face in and started to lick her clit.  I 
alternated between licking her clit, her pussy lips and tonguing 
her cunt.  After about fifteen minutes of this, Ruth grabbed the 
back of my head with both her hands and started grinding her 
pussy into my mouth and nose.  She told me to keep using my 
tongue and the belt fell on my ass again, this time much harder 
than before (obviously Richard was wielding the leather now).  I 
continued to do my best with Ruthie's cunt and eventually her 
legs shivered and the moan told me she was satisfied.  She 
released my head and told Richard that she wanted to get fucked.  
 
Richard replied that after my blowjob, he didn't think he could 
get it up soon without help and looked at me.  I could take a 
hint and crawled to him on my knees, pulled his jogging suit down 
with my teeth and stared to lick and suck his cock.  After about 
five minutes, his cock was hard and he said good night and went 
to join Ruth, who was already in the bedroom.  
 
There I was naked, with my hands tied behind my back in the 
middle of the living room.  I had resigned myself to just playing 
this thing out and getting out at the earliest opportunity.  In 
the meantime, I lay on the couch to get some much desired sleep.  
Four times that night, I was awaken by Richard who said Ruthie 
wanted more and I needed to get him hard again.  I quickly 
discovered that the more times I sucked Richard, the longer it 
took to get him hard. 
 
The next morning, I awoke to see Richard heading out the door to 
work and Ruthie dressed in a bathrobe with a belt in her hand.  
She proceeded to tell me, with the belt landing on my back as a 
reminder, to get my lazy ass out of bed.  I struggled up and she 
proceeded to untie my hands.  As she untied my hands she reminded 
me of the picture she had taken of me the night before and that 
Richard was going to get copies made by some friends of his that 
day.  Any attempt not to do as I was told would result in those 
pictures being delivered to my friends and family.  She then took 
me to the bathroom and showed me several disposable razors lying 
on the sink with shaving cream and a small pair of moustache 
scissors.  She told me to get a shower and shave everything from 
my neck down.  She then pushed me in the bathroom and closed the 
door.  I sat on the john and thought about what she wanted me to 
do.  The picture she had of me would destroy my step father's 
political dreams, he was a capitol hill lawyer, and would make my 
life very miserable.  So I got the scissors and razors and 
started to shave.  How women get used to shaving their legs is
hard to figure because I had a hell of a time.  My underarms and 
chest, along with some "peach fuzz" on my stomach was a lot 
easier.  When I clipped away my crotch hair, I started to think 
about what is was doing, I got a long shower and went to the 
door, still buck naked. 
 
After leaving the bathroom, Ruthie was coming down the hall 
wearing tight jeans and a halter top.  The belt was still in her 
hands.  She hand me a piece of material that seemed like a small 
piece of scrap material and told me to put it on, she had company 
coming.  After further examination, it was a red g-string with 
nothing more than what seemed like a string in the back.  I put 
it on after a whack with the belt against my right thigh.  Ruth 
instructed me to push my measly limp cock between my legs and I 
obeyed.  She next handed me a red garter belt and I submissively 
put it on along with a pair of pink stockings which I attached to 
the garter belt.  She took me to the bedroom mirror and I could 
see my reflection with my ass fully exposed, the back strap of 
the g-string disappeared into my ass crack, and the stockings, 
which felt pretty good against my shaved legs, seemed to accent 
my shaved legs. She then instructed me to go and sit in the 
living room.  
 
After about ten minutes, there was a knock at the door.  Ruth 
instructed me to answer the door and I, seeing no other recourse, 
did so.  There standing in front of me were three ladies, Ruth's 
sister Diane, who I had a dumped about a year ago after a six 
month relationship; Cindy, a friend of Ruth's that I knew from 
high school, she was now in Nursing school; and Linda, a college 
friend during the last semester.  They were each carrying a paper 
bag and Diane looked at me and laughed, saying "Ruth wasn't 
pulling our leg after all" and patted me on the ass as she walked 
into the bedroom.  The other two girls were giggling as they 
followed Diane.  Ruth ordered me to sit on the couch as she 
talked to the other ladies and she went into the bedroom to join 
her company.  
 
I heard talking and laughing coming from the closed bedroom door 
and even thought, though momentarily, of going closer to the door 
to listen.  But instead, I did as I was told and sat on the 
couch.  After about five minutes of sitting, the four ladies 
emerged from the bedroom carrying two of the paper bags.  
Diane started to whisper with Ruth and they started to giggle.  
 
After some more whispering with Linda and Cindy, Diane stepped 
forward and told be to remove my "G-string".  I was very 
embarrassed since Cindy and Linda were "friends" and they had 
never seen me naked before.  During my hesitation, Ruth stated 
that any resistance with her friends' commands and I would really 
regret it, so I instantly dropped by G-string and took them off.  
Diane next command was for me to jerk off and I closed my eyes 
and started to jerk, trying to forget who was watching.  Ruth 
must have read my mind because a slap of a belt against my thigh 
made me reopen my eyes.  Ruth said that if I closed my eyes 
again, I would regret it.   
 
I was "forced" to look at the ladies friends as I jerked on my 
uncircumcised cock, the look of confidence and the grin on Ruth's 
face; the continuous giggle on Diane's; and the look of amazement 
with hands "almost" covering the eyes on Cindy and Linda, were 
enough to make me feel the lowest I had ever felt.  Submitting to 
Richard and Ruth the night before was bad enough but now having 
to masturbate in front of two "friends" and an old vindictive 
girlfriend was, as far as I was concerned, the most humiliating 
act I could perform.  With my uncut cock, the act of masturbation 
was simply pulling the foreskin back over my cockhead and then 
pushing forward and back and forward, over and over again.  My 
cock was starting to respond to the hand job and started to get 
rock hard as I looked from face to face, seeing the obvious 
pleasure the girls were experiencing with my submission.  

Ruth saw that I was approaching orgasm and gave a further 
instruction, "Catch all your cum in your other hand, Bill" and I 
looked at her with an amazed look without moving my other hand.  
Ruth raised the belt and I quickly moved my left hand in front of 
my cock.  I then pointed my cock down towards the floor and kept 
my hand underneath of it.  As my orgasm approached I focused my 
eyes on Linda, the one "friend" I had there, and let my jism 
spurt into my cupped left hand.  The snicker and odd smile on 
Linda's face told me that even she was enjoying my degradation as 
my orgasm started to subside and my left hand contained what 
looked like two tablespoons of my sperm.  Ruth next command 
surprised me even more, "Eat it, lick your hand clean, Slut".

The total revulsion of doing what she asked was more that I could 
bear.  I had no intention of continuing this "game" and looked at 
Ruth with a defiant look saying, "Hasn't this gone far enough 
Ruth, I can't go any further.  Haven't I paid my debt to you by 
now?".  Linda, Cindy and Diane all looked at Ruth who started to 
laugh saying, "First, I will decide when your "debt" is paid, and 
Second, unless you want the pictures sent to all your family and 
friends, here and at college thanks to information that Linda 
gave us this morning, you will do as I say.  Now you useless 
piece of trash, eat your own sperm, you seemed used to the taste 
after sucking Richards cock last night."  The last statement 
regarding Ruth's husband brought giggles and gasps from the other 
three girls.  As I started thinking about whether to continue 
this farce, the belt landed on my left thigh with a strong force.  
"Ow, cut that out," I stated and Ruth replied with another hit and 
said, "Eat, now Bitch".  As the Ruth pulled back of a third blow 
I moved my face to my left hand and did what I had just said I 
would never do, stared licking up my own cum.  

The salty taste wasn't the repulsing part, I was not that 
particular about the taste, but the idea of what it was that I 
was eating was very repulsing.  The third blow landed and I 
resolved myself to just get through this "scene".  I started 
lapping and licking and before I knew it, my hand was clean.  

I looked around the room and saw Diane holding her gut because 
she was laughing so hard and Cindy and Linda were giggling like 
young teenagers even though they were both twenty years old (like 
me).  Even though I couldn't see my image in a mirror, I knew 
that my whole upper body was red with shame.  I couldn't believe 
what I had done in the last eighteen hours but didn't see any 
easy way out of it.  Ruth asked the ladies if there was anything 
else they wanted me to do for them and Diane replied, "Maybe 
later, I could borrow him for a cunt eating session". Ruth 
replied, "Anytime" and said it was time to get to work.  
 
I asked softly if I could put my panties back on and cover my 
cock and Ruth replied, "Yes, bitch, you can put your oversized clit 
back in your panties.  From now on you will not speak unless 
spoken too and you will always use your natural voice when 
speaking.  And your 'equipment' will always be referred to as 
your clit, understand?"  I didn't understand what she meant by 
my natural voice but saw no problem in the rest of the 
instructions and replied, "Yes ma'am" as I replace my "clit" in the 
G-string.  

Cindy walked back to the bedroom still giggling and came back 
with two odd looking items and a small paper bag.  As I studied 
the two items, they looked like rubber breasts.  Cindy told me to 
place my hands on the back of my head and walk to the full length 
mirror in the hallway.  I did as instructed and Cindy pulled a 
chair up beside me.  Cindy then opened a bottle of alcohol and 
dipped some on a gauze pad and stared to apply the alcohol to the 
areas around my chest telling me to pay careful attention to what 
she was doing.  She then picked up one of the rubber looking 
breasts and turned it upside down, and took up a double tube item 
with two plungers on top and a medical name on it.  She removed 
the cap and punctured the seal with a pair of tweezers and 
pressed the plungers, combining the two separate tubes and 
spreading the resulting clear gel around the perimeter of the 
fake breast.  Cindy addressed me saying, "Billy, you have to 
cover the entire perimeter of the breast form about a half inch 
from the edge with a small bead of gel, understand?".  

It suddenly hit me like a brick what she was planning on doing 
and I just thought, 'These ladies are crazy, my cock is a clit, 
Cindy is trying to give me breasts, wait a minute'.  My 
concentration was broken by Cindy again asking, "Understand?".  I 
said "Sure", not knowing what was really happening.  As Cindy 
finished her task she raised the breast form to my chest and 
pressed in against my skin.  I jumped with the cold feeling of 
the gel against my skin but Cindy maintained the pressure as she 
counted, "1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9..10..11..12..13..14..15".  
She then released the breast form and nudged it a little causing 
it to "jiggle" but stay in place.  

Cindy stepped back and said, "Billy, jump up and down a few times 
for me to see if the breast form will stay attached.  That gel is 
a new adhesive the hospital is testing for attaching latex based 
forms to skin tissue and I want to see if it will handle the 
weight of that form."  I heard Cindy talk but was transfixed by 
my image in the mirror in front of me, except of the different 
shades of the breast form compared to my skin (which wasn't that 
much different), I had a C-sized right breast.  I jumped up and 
down lightly and the "breast" jiggled and flopped a little 
without coming dislodged.  I jumped higher and shook my body from 
side to side and the "breast" reacted again without coming 
dislodged.  Cindy exclaimed, "Alright, it works.  Now Billy, you 
put the other one on."  

My mind seemed to go blank as I became transfixed by the image in 
front of me in the mirror.  I picked up the other breast form 
which and started to apply the thin bead of gel as Cindy had just 
done.  The breast form actually wrapped slightly around the side 
of the chest to give the total image of a real breast.  As I 
finished the application of the gel, I looked at Cindy who 
quickly said, "Put it on your chest, the solution sets up 
rapidly."  I did as instructed, watching the mirror instead of 
looking down and smoothed the edges of the breast for around my 
chest.  I held the form in place with both hands as I started 
counting like Cindy had just minutes earlier.  After reaching 
fifteen, I looked at Cindy who replied, "You're a good pupil, I 
don't think I could have done it better myself.  Jump up and down 
and see how it reacts".  I did as instructed, somewhat fascinated 
by the idea of having "breasts" and they reacted as if they were 
part of my anatomy.  I guess the full impact of what was going on 
hadn't hit me yet because I found this to be rather novel.

Cindy turned to Ruth and said that the rest of what she wanted 
was in the bedroom and she really had to get to work.  Ruth 
thanked her for the assistance and walked her to the door where 
they whispered together for about two minutes.  Ruth returned to 
the living room and looked at Linda saying, "Phase two, Linda".  
Linda headed for the bedroom but squeezed one of my "breasts" as 
she walked by me saying, "I'm impressed, modern science has come 
a long way" and continued to the bedroom.  She returned carrying 
what looked like a full paper grocery bag and pulled the chair in 
front of the mirror telling me to have a seat.  Since Linda was a 
friend of mine from college, she seemed to give me a lot more 
respect than Ruth or Diane and made me feel more at ease.  Linda 
pulled out a large "tackle" box out of the bag and opened it 
revealing a large assortment of cosmetics in neatly arranged 
"shelves".  I suddenly remembered that Linda had taken 
Cosmetology in the last two years of high school at the 
Vocational Technical Center and I realized what her purpose was 
in this process saying, "Oh my god".  Ruth started to speak but 
seemed to let it go after I didn't continue to speak.  

Linda pulled a plastic card out of the box and started placing it 
against my chest, or what was uncovered of my chest anyway.  
After a few seconds she went back into the box and stared mixing 
up something.  She then started to rub something against the 
"lines" formed by the edges of the breast forms essentially 
making them disappear.  I just looked in the mirror as my 
"breasts" became even more real looking in a matter of minutes.  
She stepped back and told me to stand and turn around.  I did as 
instructed and she came back over and spread the "foundation" or 
whatever it was into the forms edges in a couple of more places 
then nodded and said, "Sit back down".

As I sat down, she started on my face working diligently for 
about 20 minutes.  After she finished I looked in the mirror and 
saw a heavily made up face that I didn't immediately recognize.  
Linda reached back into her back and produced a long wig that she 
started fitting on my head.  The wig was black, just like my own 
hair color and after pinning it to my own hair, she asked me to 
stand and walk into the living room.  As I entered the living 
room, Ruth and Diane both exclaimed, "Oh my god, she's 
beautiful".  Ruth continued saying, "You deserve a round of 
applause Linda, you made a rose out of a turnip, hahahaha".  
Linda said, "Thanks, but I do have to go, the shop is opening in 
a half hour and I need to set some things up."  Again, Ruth 
walked Linda to the door and had a few hushed words with her
before she left.

Ruth returned to the living room and looked at Diane saying, 
"Phase three sister".  Diane said "No problem" and got up and 
walked into the bedroom returning with another grocery bag.  She 
reached in and extracted a one piece white dress and handed it to 
me saying, "Go ahead honey, put it on.  hahahahahaha".  I looked 
at the dress that was given to me and saw that it buttoned up the 
front so I slipped it on like a trench coat and started buttoning 
from the bottom.  I was amazed that it fit as well as it did, 
even though it was kind of loose through the hips and ass 
(probably because I had no hips or ass).  As I buttoned the first 
buttons, I noticed that the dress came down about half way 
between my knees and my groin.  I continued buttoning the  
eighteen buttons but was told to stop with four buttons left at 
the top.  This covered my new "breasts" but left my neck and the 
top few inches of my chest uncovered.  

Diane reached back into her bag and pulled out three pairs of 
white shoes, one pair had very high heels, one pair had medium 
heels, and the last pair were very low heels.  Diane told me to 
try the highest heels on but it became obvious quickly that my 
feet were not going to fit in those shoes.  Next were the medium 
heels and with the open toe, they did fit my feet enough to go 
on.  They had straps that wrapped around the ankle and I looked 
at Diane who said, "Go ahead fasten them."  I knelt down and 
fastened the ankle straps to the shoes and tried to stand.  I 
hadn't thought of how the heels made it difficult to stand.

 I couldn't even think of walking but Ruth said, "Walk over to 
the mirror and look at yourself, slut".  I was actually getting 
used to the "orders" now and just headed for the mirror on wobbly 
legs and took a look at myself.  What I saw in the mirror did not 
look good.  It actually looked at a slightly overweight, rather 
large busted woman with fat knees and no ass in a white dress.  

I looked over at Ruth and ask, "Can I just ask you one question?" 
to which Ruth replied, "Ok, one question".  "Why are you doing 
this to me? I'm a nice guy and I don't mean anyone any harm.  Why 
all this humiliation?" I asked, and Ruth quickly replied, "Do you 
remember how you dumped my sister?" as she motioned to Diane who 
had a shit eating grin on her face.  About six months earlier, 
Diane had come up to college and went to a frat party with me.  
After going to the bathroom, I returned to find Diane talking and 
laughing with two of the frat boys against a wall and I guess I 
got a little jealous, walking over to her and pulling her away by 
the wrist.  When she told me to leave her alone I made some kind 
of comment about her acting like a slut to which I received a 
slap across the face.  I thought I did a great job of maintaining 
my composure but then loudly stated, "You want to act like a slut, 
then go ahead, slut" as I turned and walked out was probably the 
wrong thing to say at the time.  I looked back at Ruth and Diane 
and said, "Yea, I remember, what's that got to do with all this?" 
motioning to the dress and heels I was wearing.  Diane simply 
replied, "Hahahahahahahaha, paybacks are a bitch ain't they 
Billy?" 

Ruth walked past me and into her bedroom, returning with a white 
leather handbag and her own brown purse. She handed me the white 
hand bag saying that all my possessions were in there and it was 
time to go.  The look of shock on my face must of been comical 
because Ruth's stern dominant face that she was trying to 
maintain fell into total laughter in a matter of seconds.  I 
gasped, "GOING OUT, IN THIS, WAIT A MINUTE".  Ruth had regained 
her composure saying, "Bitch, this is the least of it" as she 
grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the apartment door with 
Diane coming behind us.
 
Walking in heels takes practice and I quickly learned that 
lesson.   As Ruth pulled me out the door of the apartment by the 
hand and started down the hall, I was stumbling along behind.  
Realizing how I was dressed and not wanting people to realize I 
was a guy in a dress, I started concentrating on just walking in 
these heels, suddenly very thankful that the high heels Diane had 
brought were too small.  By the time we got to the elevator, I 
had started to get the awkwardness out of my step but still 
wasn't used to walking in these things.  When Ruth walked past 
the elevator and opened the door to the stairs, I started to 
object.  What stopped me was the elevator door opening and two 
guys coming out.  There eyes ran up and down my body as they came 
by me and headed to the end of the hall.  Ruth giggled and said, 
"There you go Billy, you passed the first test," and gently pulled 
me through the door to the stairs.
 
Walking on stairs with heels for the first time was a challenge 
but by the time we got to the ground floor, (the apartment was on 
the third floor), I had gotten the hang of that, too.  As we 
walked to Diane's car, an older model big Thunderbird, I was 
walking on steadier feet but my calves started to bother me.  
Diane unlocked and opened the passenger door and I entered with 
Ruth sitting beside, sandwiched between the two sisters.  As 
Diane started the car, I looked at Ruth and asked, "How long is 
this going to go on?" and she replied, "Well, if you do whatever 
we say for the weekend, then we'll just use you from time to 
time".  The use of the words, "use you", bothered me but I 
thought better than to ask anything else, just hang on for the 
next two days and I'd be out of this situation for the time 
being.  As Diane headed for the city, Washington DC, she placed 
her right hand on my thigh and rubbed it back and forth saying, 
"I think I like you with shaved legs and nylons Billy.  Maybe I'll 
give you a little 'treat' later on".    
 
As we crossed the DC line, in one of the seedier parts of town, 
Diane pulled up to the curb in front of a liquor store.  She 
turned to me and said, "Would you be a sweetie and go get me a 
pack of Salem Lights?".  I looked at her with a 'Are you 
serious?' look and Ruth spoke saying, "Sure she will, and I'll go 
with her" as she opened the door and stood on the sidewalk 
waiting for me to get out.  I didn't want to get out of the car 
until Ruth said, "Come on Billy, every second you wait will cost 
you a button on that dress. One....two.....three...four...".  She 
quit counting as I got out of the car and stood on the sidewalk 
with her.  Ruth said that she liked even numbers so I would 
unbutton two buttons on top and two on the bottom.  I just kept 
thinking, 'make it through the weekend Bill and you'll be home 
free' as I unbuttoned two buttons on the top of my dress, 
revealing a little cleavage and two buttons on the bottom 
revealing more of my 'manly' legs.  
 
Diane called out, "Here you go" and I looked around and saw her 
holding out her hand.  I bent over inside the open door of the 
car to get the money, a roll of fifty nickels, from her.  As I 
was bent over to get the money, Diane said "Hold out both of your 
hands" which I did as she broke open the roll of nickels into my 
hands.  As the nickels started to fall into my hands about six of 
 them fell on the front seat floor so I bent further to retrieve 
them.  The sounds from behind me of "Oh baby","Flash that ass 
honey", "You can sit on my face anytime Sweetthing" made me 
suddenly remember how I was dressed and the position I was in.  I 
quickly sat in the passenger seat and closed the door and started 
to collect the nickels on the floor.  Ruth started, "One...Two..  
to kneel to get the nickels, Ruth said, "Wait a minute honey, 
three more buttons".  
 
I looked over at the liquor store and there were three black men 
standing in front with shit eating grins on there faces.  They 
had obviously been the ones "catcalling" earlier and equally 
obviously had just heard Ruth's command.  I looked down at my 
body and decided to unbutton two buttons on top and one on the 
bottom.  After completing the "debuttoning" operation, I looked 
down and saw that the cleavage between my breasts was very 
obvious, but the gap at the bottom of the dress still hid the top 
of the stockings and the garter belt straps.  As I knelt down to 
recover the rest of the nickels, the three men started in on me, 
"Come on honey, unbutton them all", "Come on Sweetheart, come on 
over here, I'll give you something to unbutton and unzip".  After 
collecting all the nickels, I started to head towards the liquor 
store but one of the three men, the youngest and biggest, stepped 
in front of me saying, "What, you don't want any of this nigger 
cock, bitch.  You to good for us?".  Ruthie whispered in my ear, 
"Tell them that you'll take care of them after you get what you 
need in the store, in you natural voice".  I froze while the man 
in front of me started to move his right hand towards my breath.  
Not knowing what kind of reaction I would get out of this man 
when he found out that I was really a guy but saw little choice. 
I guess I was getting used to my submissive roll and said, "I'll 
take care of you after I get what I need, Ok?" to the man.  
 
The man stepped back with eyes wide and started laughing saying, 
"It's a fucking faggot, jesus christ, a faggot dressed up like a 
bitch, with tits and everything".  His two friends were laughing 
with him and with their distraction, I walked into the liquor 
store with Ruth right behind me.  As I walked to the counter, the 
black man behind the counter asked, "An what can I get for you 
ladies, directions maybe because we don't see fine stuff like you 
around these parts much".  By now, I knew what was expected of me 
in Ruth's humiliation campaign and said it my normal male voice, 
"I would like a pack of Salem Lights, please".  The clerk behind 
the counter looked amazed as he looked back and forth from the 
breasts to my face saying, "Well I'll be damned, the finest 
looking 'it' I've ever seen".  An obese black man walked up from 
the back of the store laughing and saying in a deep voice, "We 
got ourselves a couple of faggots here Jerome?, think your place 
is going to get a bad reputation here".  As he approached us, he 
took his right hand and grabbed Ruth between the legs and laughed 
as he came up to me and did the same, I couldn't do much with 
both hands full of nickels, saying, "Well, make that one faggot 
Jerome, the other one seems to be an innie, hahahahaha, think we 
ought to teach this 'thing' a lesson about lowering our property 
values? hahahahahaha".  The clerk behind the counter placed a 
pack of Salem Lights on the counter and looked at the obese man 
saying, "Lay off Clyde, customers are customers" and looked at me 
saying "Two fifty" while he shook his head looking at my 
'breasts'.  I put the nickels on the counter and started counting 
them out to 'Jerome' when he said, "I trust you, get on outta 
here before you cause me some trouble".
 
With that, I grabbed the pack of cigarettes and headed for the 
door.  As we left the store, with laughter behind us, I headed 
directly for the car.  As I got to the door, the young guy said 
to me, "I thought you were going to take care of me when you got 
 
out, Faggie boy".  I stopped with my hand on the door handle and 
looked at Ruth, who was standing beside me.  She looked at the 
three men standing 8 feet away and back at me and seemed to 
hesitate, deciding whether or not I would have to 'take care' of 
the young guy.  After three glances at me and the black man, Ruth 
finally said, "Get in the car Billy".  As I opened the door, the 
three men started laughing with the young one saying, "You don't 
know what your missing, faggie boy, I'd have given you a belly 
full, hahahahahahaha".  I opened the car door and got in the car 
with Ruth right behind me.  Diane was giggling as she put the car 
in gear and pulled away from the curb.
 
As I sat in the car, I looked down at my 'breasts' and could 
easily see why the men in the store were fooled, they looked 
quite natural and maybe too exposed but I didn't dare ask Ruth if 
I could button a button back up, they were fake anyway so why was 
I so self conscious.  As we traveled down the street, Ruth asked, 
"We found a Mastercharge in your wallet with your picture on it, 
how does a college student like you with no job get a credit 
card?".  I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Dad got it for me to 
take care of college expenses, he said it was easier than a 
checking account".  Ruth laughed as Diane continued to drive 
toward downtown.  
 
I wondered where we were going as we drove for about 20 minutes, 
through the museums and the mall and into Georgetown.  Diane 
finally stopped the car and backed into a curbside parking space.  
Ruth opened the door and I got out behind her.  She said, "Your 
forgetting your purse Sweetie" and I reached back in a retrieved 
it.  Diane joined us on the sidewalk and we walked about a half 
block to what appeared to be a small clothing shop.  We entered 
and an older lady came to Ruth and gave her a small hug saying, 
"Ah, Ruthie, I haven't seen you in a while".  
 
As I looked around, I noticed that there were other 'ladies' 
showing off outfits to other women but on closer examination, saw 
that they all looked masculine in nature.  It didn't take long to 
figure out that this was a specialty shop of some type catering 
to a 'different' type of clientele.  I was led over to a shoe 
rack and gently pushed down into a seat by Ruth.  A young man 
came to me and removed my right shoe and started measuring my 
stockinged foot.  Then he went into the back and returned with a 
pair of red open-toed high heel shoes and tried the right one on 
my foot.  He then removed my left shoe and replace it with other 
one in the box.  Ruth said, "Well, get up and see if they fit".  
The heels on these shoes were high, like four inches, and when I 
stood I had to hold onto the back of my seat to stay up.  "Walk 
around" came the command from Ruth and I tried to walk in the 
high heels.  After about 20 steps, I started to get the hang of 
it but walking on my tippy toes was anything but comfortable.  
The older lady then returned and started taking measurements of 
my waist, bust and hips and walked to a rack in the back of the 
store returning with a white two piece leather dress that looked 
very short.  "Try this on" she said and pointed towards the 
dressing rooms in the back of the shop.
 
I removed the mid thigh dress I had on and slipped into the 
skirt.  It was tight around my hips, but after sucking my gut in 
just a little, I could get it to buckle.  The dress had a zipper 
on the side that began at the top, right below the top of the 
dress and went down to the hem.  I zipped it down and looked in 
the mirror.  The skirt was very short with the hem coming just 
below my crotch and very tight.  I had to unbutton and unzip the 
skirt to readjust my garter belt and stockings so they would 
remain hidden from view and then put the skirt back on.  With the 
high heel shoes, I appeared to of suddenly acquired an ass which 
 
the skirt seemed to accent.  The top was also leather and had 
four buttons at the bottom, with a very low cut and tight fit.  
After dressing, I left the dressing room to return to the ladies.  
As I entered the room, Ruth nodded her head and with her hand 
indicated that I turn around.  After turning two times, a very 
difficult task in high heels by the way, Ruth said that she 
thought that would do.  She instructed me to pay the lady and I 
looked at Ruth with a questioning look.  "With the credit card 
sweetie" and I thought about how I would explain this to my 
parents.  I reached into my purse and there was the wallet from 
my pants.  I pulled out the credit card and walked to the 
counter.  The bill came to $118 but I just wanted to get out of 
this shop and this scene and get back to normal so I didn't 
complain.  Diane came walking up from the dressing rooms with the 
dress I had worn in while Ruth used a pair of scissors from the 
cashier to cut the tags off of my new outfit.  Ruth walked over 
and gave the sales lady a hug and looked back at me and Diane and 
said, "Let's go". 
 
We walked out to the car and I occasionally held onto Diane's 
shoulder because of the high heels.  My legs were wobbly, like 
when I started ice skating, and without Diane's shoulder, I doubt 
I could have stayed up.  Once I got it into my mind to walk on 
the balls my feet instead of the whole foot, the walking did get 
easier but took alot of concentration.  As we got back to the 
car, Diane unlocked the passenger door first and I looked at Ruth 
with a questioning face.  She replied, "Very good, slut, you can 
get in".  I entered the car and Ruth got in beside me.  Diane got 
in the drivers seat and started driving.  I guess I had ignored 
my cock, or 'clit' as Ruth referred to it, for the past hours, it 
being shoved up underneath the G-string and now started to react 
to me being almost naked in the leather outfit.  I don't know 
whether it was the humiliation or the feel of the leather against 
my ass as I sat down in the car seat, but something was starting 
to arouse me.  As we drove out of Georgetown and into northwest 
DC I began to move around in my seat to get comfortable, but this 
movement just seemed to excite me more and my cock was starting 
to strain as it hardened.  
 
Ruth looked past me at Diane and said, "We haven't had lunch yet 
and it's past 1:00, pull into this McDonald's up here".  As Diane 
pulled into the McDonald's, we all got out of the car and I 
took a few steps holding onto the car before I got my 'heels' legs 
back.  We went into the McDonald's and I thought of an 
opportunity to take care of my hardening cock.  I looked at Ruth 
and said, "Mistress Ruth, could I go to the bathroom, I have to 
pee".  Ruth smiled and said, "Yes Billy, go to the Men's room and 
use the urinal.  Before you do, unsnap and drop the dress to your 
ankles, it's leather and doesn't stain very easy".  I hadn't even 
thought of which bathroom to use and I didn't really have to use 
the bathroom for it's conventional purposes anyway so I said, 
"Well, maybe I don't have to go as bad as I thought".  Ruth 
laughed again and said, "I don't care if you 'have' to go or not, 
do as I instructed".  I steadied my heels legs and headed for the 
bathroom.  The McDonald's was rather empty at this time so I 
thought that maybe I could get away with this in private.  I 
entered the Men's room with challenge and was very happy to see 
that no one else was in there at the time.  
 
As the door closed, I looked around.  The Men's room had two 
urinals and two stalls.  My mind said that Ruth or Diane wouldn't 
come in here so I headed for one of the stalls.  As I pushed the 
door to the stall open to enter, I heard a male voice behind me 
saying, "The lady out there told me to make sure you used the 
urinal".  I looked to my left and saw a large, about 350 pound, 
man standing at the door to the bathroom looking up and down my 
 
body.  I thought that there is no way I was going to let this fat 
slob see me in my G-string so I headed for the door to the 
bathroom.  Mr. Tubbo blocked my exit and repeated, "The lady out 
there told me to make sure you used the urinal".  Well, it became 
immediately obvious that I wasn't going to get past this guy so I 
guess I went into some kind of shock and walked over to the 
urinal and unzipped the leather skirt.  I looked over my shoulder 
and saw the man standing with his back against the wall smiling 
at me.  I unbuckled the skirt and pushed it over my 'hips', what 
there were of hips anyway and let it fall to my ankles.  I looked 
back over my shoulder at the mirrors over the sinks behind me and 
saw what the man was seeing, red garter belt attached to pink 
stockings and the faintest hint of pink panties at the top of the 
crack of my ass.  My ass was fully exposed and moving my eyes to 
the large man, I saw the his smile had turned to a grin.  I 
pulled down the front of my G-string and 'fished' out my three 
quarters hard cock and pointed it at the urinal, thinking, 'Why 
me?'.  
 
Since I didn't really have to use the bathroom anyway, I started 
to slowly jerk off, hoping the man wouldn't notice.  After about 
15 seconds, the man said, "She also told me to make sure you 
didn't jerk off in here, hahahahaha".  The man approached me and 
put his hand on my ass saying, "If your finished, there's other 
business to be taken care of."  Not knowing what he was talking 
about, I moved backwards and started to redress.  With a now 
fully erect cock, shoving it between my legs would be painful so 
I placed sideways under the G-string.  I reached down and worked 
the leather skirt back over my hips and buckled and fastened.  
After zipping the skirt I looked in the mirror seeing my bulge 
very evident underneath the tight leather skirt.  I thought that 
this was too obvious and raised the skirt to readjust my cock 
between my legs.  After lowering the skirt I saw that this mostly 
covered my 'problem' but left me with a strained cock root that I 
figured I would just have to live with.  As I looked in the 
mirror, I almost cried with the image that looked back, the 
humiliation and degradation I had gone through since last night 
had reached new lows and I didn't know how important hiding that 
picture was anymore.  I shook my head at myself and turned and 
headed for the door but the large man stopped me by blocking my 
way.
 
"The lady said that you would blow me", the man said.  I reacted 
with a gasp and said, "No way, get out of the way and let me go".  
The man laughed saying, "Blow me or I take that ass hole of 
yours" as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.  With 
his fat belly and thighs, his cock was 'hidden' in his groin.  I 
quickly decided that this guy could easily rape me if he wanted 
to, do to his sheer size and decided that this was just one more 
'scene' that Ruth had put me up to.  I said, "Let's at least go 
in one of the stalls", and he replied, "Nah, right here is fine 
with me".  I slowly dropped to my knees and turned my head 
sideways to access his half hard cock and put it in my mouth.  I 
remembered about how my tongue had made Richard react faster the 
night before and wanted this to be over as fast as possible, 
fearing that someone else would enter and suffer more humiliation 
from that.  As the man's cock was in my mouth, I constantly ran 
my tongue over his cockhead and sucked as hard as I could.  The 
man didn't last long as his cock started to harden rapidly.  I 
continued my tongue playing as I sucked as hard as I could.  As 
the cock in my mouth started to spasm, I tried to pull away, 
knowing what was coming next but I felt hands on the back of my 
head and couldn't pull away from the onslaught of sperm that 
started erupting from the man's cock.  As blasts of sperm 
continued to explode into my mouth I heard the creaking sound of 
the restroom door open and heard voice saying, "Hey man, can I 
 
have some of that?".  The man whose cock I had in my mouth 
replied, "Sure, as soon as it is finished with me" in a strained 
voice.  As the man's hands released from the back of my head I 
moved off of his cock and moved as fast as I could in standing up 
and running to the bathroom door.  As I opened the door, I 
encountered a Policeman coming into the bathroom.  I mumbled 
"scuse me" since my mouth was still full of the man's sperm and 
made my way past him.  I didn't hear a reply or look back just 
kept walking rapidly to Ruth and Diane who were looking at me 
with questioning eyes.  
 
As I approached the ladies, Diane asked, "What took you so 
long?".  I swallowed and said with my teeth still sticky from the 
cum, "Shit, I had to blow that fat guy, what did you expect".  
Diane and Ruth both looked at me funny and started laughing, with 
Ruth saying, "What makes you think you had to blow him?".  I 
said, "DIdn't you tell him that I would blow him?".  The girls 
laughed saying that he was just making sure you were using the 
urinal and laughed some more.  While we were standing there 
talking, the policeman I had met at the door of the restroom 
approached us and asked if I would step outside with him for a 
moment.  I said "Sure", and started to walk outside with him.  
Ruth and Diane started to follow but the officer told them to 
stay inside.  
 
Once we got outside, the officer asked me to tell him what 
happened in the restroom.  I said, "I went into the restroom to 
relieve myself at the urinal.  My mistress wanted me to use the 
urinal instead of the commode and sent the big guy in to ensure I 
followed her instructions.  After using the bathroom, the big guy 
told me to blow him or he would 'rape' me in the ass." figuring 
that the total truth was warranted because this was a cop who 
could arrest me.   I continued, "So I blew him.  I didn't see any 
other choice at the time".  The officer just looked at me and 
scanned his eyes up and down my body the asked for some ID.  I 
reached inside my purse and took out my wallet and retrieved my 
drivers license.  The officer looked at the license and then at 
me and then the license again.  He pointed at my 'breasts' and 
asked, "Are these real?".  I replied, "No, there not but they 
make a good impression".  The officer nodded his head and said, 
"Mr. Thompson, the man your accusing of threatening to 'rape' you 
is a businessman in the community here, I'd watch what I say 
about our residents especially since your way out of your 
territory" as he handed me my Maryland Drivers License back.  
"Why don't you come over to my car with me son, or lady, or 
whatever you are" the officer instructed and as I walked over, he 
stayed behind me.  I said, "I'm just telling you what happened 
officer, there's never any harm in telling the truth".  
 
The officer contemplated my last statement and said, "Put your 
hands on the hood of the car and spread your legs".  I was 
somewhat relieved in that this would definintely make those 
pictures Ruth had of me worthless and did what the officer 
commanded. He continued "I'm placing you under arrest for 
soliciting for prostitution and you have the right to remain 
silent, ......".  The spiel continued as my mind went blank and 
first one then the other arm was pulled behind my back and 
handcuffed them.  He put me in the back seat of the car and moved 
around to the drivers seat carrying my purse.  He fished the 
Drivers License that I had just dropped in the purse out and 
started talking on the radio, checking on priors or outstandings 
or whatever those guys do.  As he was talking on the radio, Ruth 
and Diane came out of the McDonald's with a worried look on there 
faces.  As they approached the patrol car, the officer rolled 
down the window and told them he was taking me in, and gave them 
directions to the police station.  I thought it odd but the 
 
officer told the ladies that he had some personal business to 
take care of so it might take a little while to get me to the 
station house.
 
Well, this was a hell of pinch I got myself into.  The officer 
started his cruiser and pulled out of the parking lot of the 
McDonald's and started his lecture. "First, son, you shouldn't go 
out in public dressed like that and expect people to treat you 
normally. Second, you can't prostitute yourself and expect not to 
get arrested, in today's age that's probably the least of your 
risks you should worry about.  And I don't care if you've got a 
cock or a cunt between your legs, looking like you do you're a 
rapists wet dream.  And when you get put in the can around those 
other bad guys, there going to love having something dressed like 
you behind bars with them.  Son, if you wanted to suck cock, your 
going to get more than you can handle in the holding cell, let me 
tell you. And dressed like that and being from Maryland, I'm sure 
the hearing officer is going to think twice about letting you 
back out on the streets anytime soon, so you probably are going 
to have more 'fun' in jail that you ever imagined, 
hahahahahahaha" he said as he continued talking "Mr. Thompson 
said that you gave a pretty good blowjob so maybe you'll be able 
to keep them out of your ass, but I wouldn't count on it. 
hahahahahaha".  
 
I took the opportunity to try to defend myself again, thinking 
that going to jail dressed and looking like I did wasn't a very 
good option, saying, "Officer, what I said was true, I didn't go 
in that restroom to give that man a blow job, I went in there to 
piss and go back to my mistress and her sister.  Please sir, if 
there were anything I could do to change what happened I would 
have but I'm just trying to keep myself out of trouble with my 
mistress.  If there is anything I could say,"  and thinking of 
taking a different turn, "'or do' to make you change your mind 
about arresting me, I would.  I have no modesty or pride left, is 
there anything I can do to make you forget this situation?"  I 
realized what I was offering and I also realized that I had 
lowered myself to what I consider to be subhuman, a dredge of 
society, but at the same time I held my breath waiting for the 
officer to respond to my offer.
 
The officer seemed to laugh more as he took a turn down an alley.  
At the end of the alley, he pulled in front of an open garage 
door saying, "Anything huh, do you know what you are offering?".
I gulped and responded, "Yes sir" as tears started to come to my 
eyes.  He pulled into the open garage door and the door closed 
behind us, although I saw him do nothing to cause the door to 
close.  I looked around and saw a concrete block garage of sorts 
with another uniformed black officer walking up to the car as the 
driver got out and came to the back door.  He opened it and 
asked, "Anything? hahahahaha".  I just groaned as I climbed out 
of the car and stood beside him, still in handcuffs.
The officer repeated, "Anything?" in a louder tone and I mumbled, 
"yes sir".  
 
The officer looked at the black officer, and said, "Will this do, 
I understand it gives good blowjobs".  The black officer said, 
"It, what's with this it shit, that's a fine looking piece of ass 
you got there Daveyboy".  The white officer  said, "It's a guy, 
dressed up like a girl, sorry, it's all I could do on such short 
 
notice.  I didn't know it was a guy until I got him in cuffs.  
Will he do for the time being?".  I just looked at the two 
officers and thought, 'what have I got myself into now,  I guess 
jail dressed like this would be worse'.  The black officer said, 
"Gives a good blowjob huh, well let's see. If he doesn't than you 
can take him in and let the guys in lockup teach him the right 
way, hahahahaha".  With that he unzipped his pants and pulled out 
his jet black cock which looked like a thick sausage even when 
limp. 
 
"Suck it bitch" was the only instruction and I dropped to my 
knees and started licking the head.  As the cock started to 
harden and I started to put the head in my mouth the officer 
started rubbing the back of my head and gently pulling it forward 
into his hardening cock.   As I kept my eyes closed and tried to 
concentrate on pleasing the cock in my mouth, the cockhead grew 
bigger than I realized a cock could.  As the head started to 
swell, I felt it pushing harder against my mouth do the cock 
attached to it lengthening to an unbelievable size.  I tried to 
pull my head back but was restricted by the large black officers 
hands on the back of my head.  With my hands in cuffs behind me, 
there wasn't anything I could do but to try and get this over 
with as quickly as possible.  I closed my lips tightly around the 
cockhead, which filled my mouth and pressed against my gullet at 
the entrance to my throat and started to suck, using my tongue on 
the underside of the cock head.  
 
As the officer started to pull my head into the extremely long 
cock, the enormous (no exaggeration) cock head pressed against my 
throat and finally passed the point of no return.  I successfully 
fought the gag reflex and tried to swallow, which I knew was 
pleasurable to the owner of the cock due to his remark, "Yea, 
bitch, suck my monster cock real good there.  That tight throat 
feels real good there honey."  With that he started to pull my 
head back and forth, essentially using my mouth, lips, tongue and 
throat as a masturbation device.  As he picked up speed and the 
large cockhead repeated pounded and against and through my throat 
opening, I gave up on sucking him and just kept my lips as tight 
as possible on his cock shaft, using my tongue to rub the bottom 
on his cock and trying to synchronize my breathing through my 
nose to keep air going to my lungs.  After about five strokes, I 
thought I had 'mastered' the gag reflex thing but as soon as I 
changed my concentration to my breathing, I felt myself gagging 
on the large cock head.  The black officer laughed, saying, 
"Can't handle it, huh, bitch.  I'll just be a few more minutes" 
and he started pounding the cock into my throat, not even backing 
out of the entrance, effectively stopping air from getting to my 
lungs.  I tried hold my breath as the pounding became more and 
more rapid and suddenly he pulled hard against my head, pulling 
his entire cock (I guess it was about 11 inches long) into my 
mouth and throat.  
 
My jaws were aching from being stretched to unbelievable limits 
for so long of a time but this pain was nothing compared to the 
pain in my throat.  I didn't even feel the sperm being shot into 
my lower throat but my sudden need to vomit and cough was 
impossible to fight.  I started shaking my head and pulling back 
from the cock as I could feel the vomit coming up my throat.  The 
officer allowed me to retract off of his cock and I pulled away 
as his sperm splashed me on the side of my face as his cock left 
my mouth.  I turned to my left and subsequently vomited my 
stomachs contents onto the concrete floor.   As I was emptying my 
stomach I realized that my throat felt like it was on fire and 
the faintly heard the officers laughing.  
 
I was on my knees, dry hacking through a very sore throat, 
 
dressed "to kill" in a white short leather dress and low cut 
leather top, fake tits glued to my chest, high high heeled shoes 
and handcuffs when I saw the flash of light to my side.  I turned 
and (again) heard the distinct noise of a Polaroid camera 
ejecting a photo.  All I could think was 'Not again'.  The White 
officer addressed me, "Just a little additional warranty, 
combined with the prostitution charge, to ensure you keep your 
mouth shut.  We have you home address in Maryland and we will be 
keeping that little prostitution charge in abeyance unless you 
give us reason to do otherwise.  I called information and found 
your phone number too, so I or we may be calling you in the 
future if we decide we need anything, ok bitch".  All I could 
think of was 'What choice to I have' before answering, "Yes Sir".  
The officer continued, "Very good, now when we call we'll ask for 
you, Bill, and the if you hear the person on the other end say, 
'Saskachawan', then you know that you will have to do whatever 
they say, is that understood bitch?".  "Yes Sir" was my reply as 
I realized that speaking was becoming a task with my sore throat. 
 
As I turned to my right, I noticed that the black officer was 
nowhere to be seen and the white officer approached me and 
unlocked my handcuffs.  As I rose, I again realized the 
unsteadiness of the high heels and in my weakened state, the 
unsteadiness became worse.  I rapidly wobbled over to a concrete 
wall a few feet away and steadied myself.  The officer brought me 
my purse and told me, "Honey, your on your own.  You friends were 
heading to the station house which is four blocks to your right 
off of the alley and another three blocks on your left.  
Remember, if we have any problems with you, we can still press 
these charges and now we have a photograph to support the 
charge".  
 
After making the last statement, the officer walked to the front 
of the "garage" and opened the garage doors via a button to the 
right.  I saw that I was expected to leave to I tried to 
straighten my outfit and brush off my knees as I flexed my leg 
muscles to try and get my high heel legs back.  The officer said, 
"Go ahead bitch, get out of here or I will take you in".  With 
that statement I started walking gingerly towards the open garage 
door.  I exited the garage without even looking at the laughing 
officer.  I kept swallowing to try and sooth my throat that felt 
sore and acrid after the deep throat and vomiting.  The first 
thing I needed was something to drink so I walked out the short 
alley and turned right to look for a restaurant or store.  
 
The pedestrian traffic was rather light, considering it was mid 
afternoon on a Friday but the people I did encounter seemed to 
look at me funny and avoided me.  I didn't know what was 
different but thought that I better find a mirror to check myself 
out.  I saw a gas station a block ahead and thought that it would 
be a place to clean up and get a drink.  I tried to hurry to the 
gas station but quickly realized that hurrying was not practical 
in the heels so I just steadily headed for it.  The other people 
on the sidewalk were still giving me funny looks and avoiding me 
as I finally got to the gas station.   I reached into my purse to 
look for some change for a soda and found none so I took a twenty 
dollar bill I keep stashed away in a side compartment of my 
wallet and approached the cashier.   The cashier wasn't paying 
attention as I approached and asked for change for a twenty keys 
to the bathroom.  When he looked around at me his eyes grew in 
size, I had forgotten how I was dressed and my male voice seemed 
to surprise him from my appearance. He started talking in an 
aggressive tone saying, "We don't cater to freaks like you, get 
out of here before I call the cops." and then quizzically asked, 
"What's that shit on the side of your face?, Oh god, you fucking 
faggot, get the hell out of here.  We don't want you on the 
 
property."  With the last question, I faintly remembered the 
spray of sperm on the side of my face and as I reached my right 
hand up to my cheek, I encountered alot of sperm on the side of 
my face.  It had somewhat solidified over about half of my cheek 
all the way from my temple to my jaw.  
 
My mind's first reply was to try and talk the man into giving me 
the change at least but as he pulled a baseball bat out from 
under the counter and started for the door of the booth, I 
decided that leaving was probably a good idea.  I kept my right 
hand over my cheek as I moved as fast as I could in the heels 
back towards the street.  The calls, "And never come back you 
fucking freaking faggot" arose behind me as I made it to the 
sidewalk.  A group of four hard hatted workers were working on a 
pothole in front of the station and one of them yelled to the 
others, "Faggot alert, let's have some head bashing fun boys".  
The four headed for me as I started walking faster down the 
street.  A call from the direction of the gas station, "Get you 
asses back to work, I ain't paying you to lally gag around" 
seemed to set the hard hats back to their tasked, and probably 
saved me from a beating.  All I could say was "OK Billy, fuck 
this guy acting shit.  Act and talk like a girl and you will get 
further.  A liquor store a half block up was my next objective.  
 
I entered the liquor store thinking 'How can woman wear these 
fucking shoes all the time' and started looking around the store.  
I went to the refrigerated section and found a large bottle of 
spring water and headed for the checkout.  I added a small 
package of tissues and Scope at the checkout and approached the 
cashier.  He rung up the merchandise and said, "Five eighteen" 
without even looking at me.  I handed him my clutched twenty and 
received the change without opening my mouth and looked around 
the store for a restroom.  I noticed a makeshift bar/backroom 
towards the back of the store and headed in that direction.  As I 
approached the backroom, which had three older men sitting at a 
table with a bottle of Vodka in the middle and cards being dealt, 
I thought about how this all got started, and thought 'Just 
because I wanted to see Ruthie's body and have some fun with her, 
now look at me'.  There were two bathrooms at the back of this 
room, one marked 'Guys' and the other 'Gals'.  I instinctively 
headed for the 'Guys' restroom but realized the situation I was 
in and changed to the 'Gals' room.  I entered a small restroom 
and closed and locked the door.  As I looked in the mirror, I saw 
why people were looking at me, the black officer had emitted an 
enormous amount of sperm that had almost covered my right cheek.  
I wetted a paper towel and started to rub the shit off of my face 
but quickly realized that the makeup and rouge (if that's what 
they call this stuff) was coming off with the hard scrubbing so I 
started using light rubbing and warmer water and this seemed to 
preserve more of the existing makeup on my face.  As I looked at 
myself in the mirror, I still saw me with a wig and makeup and 
couldn't see how anyone could mistake me for a girl.  After 
getting cleaned up and drinking some water and gargling, my 
appearance seemed somewhat normal, if anyone could consider this 
normal, and my throat wasn't hurting and burning quite as bad.  
After one more swig off of the spring water, I threw everything 
except the tissues, which I put in my purse, in the trash can and 
collected myself and walked back out the door.
 
As I exited the store and looked around the get my bearings.  I 
was scared because I was getting used to this abuse and it wasn't 
bothering me as much as I knew it should, I should be a nervous 
wreck by now, but instead I just wanted to get to the Police 
Station and Ruth and Diane.  I figured I had walked about two 
blocks so I headed back up the sidewalk.  The other pedestrians 
weren't avoiding me anymore, which was good; but the male 
 
pedestrians were ogling me, which was not good.  As I walked the 
next two blocks, starting to get cramps in the calves and thighs 
of my legs from these ridiculous shoes, I noticed a sign that 
said 'Police' with an arrow to the left.  Three more blocks and 
I'd be there so I quickened my pace to the maximum allowed with 
these shoes on and tried to ignore the complaints of my feet and 
legs.  
 
As I approached the Police station, I noticed Diane's Thunderbird 
in the parking lot, although it seemed to be empty.  With a sigh 
of relief, that there was a friend (if you could call Ruth and 
Diane that) within reach, I headed for the front door of the 
Police Station.  As I entered through the doors, I surveyed the 
waiting room in front of me.  The room was rather full with some 
'odd' looking people, the observing of who would have interested 
me in another situation, but my focus was for Ruth and Diane who 
I spotted standing over in a corner talking to an officer who had 
his back to me.  As I approached, Ruth called out, "There's our 
lost soul, come on over Billy and meet our new friend", 
indicating the officer.  As the officer turned to face me, I saw 
that it was the same officer who had 'arrested' me earlier in the 
day.  Ruth turned to the officer saying, "We will be talking to 
you later" and then came to me with Diane in tow, took my hand 
and we left the station house.  Without incident, or any talking, 
we got in Diane's T-bird, me in the middle with both girls on 
each side as Diane left the parking lot.
 
Once we were on the road, Ruth started with, "You had us scared 
there Billy, I'm sure glad you figured a way out of that mess" to 
which I replied, "I don't want to talk about it, OK?".  Diane 
spoke up saying, "But we want to here all the gory details, 
couldn't you humor us a little, I'm sure that you wouldn't want 
to walk and hitchhike home dressed like that. Hahahahahaha".  I 
looked and Diane and shook my head and kept quiet.  Diane asked, 
"Well, what's it going to be, walk or talk?".  I said, "You've 
got to be kidding, do you have any idea what I have been through 
in the last couple of hours?", "No, that's what we want you to 
tell us.  We have the basics from Officer Grant but we want the 
juicy details" was Dianes reply.  
 
"Let's just go home and then I'll tell you about it, ok.  I'm 
tired and my legs are killing me.  Please." I said as Diane 
turned the corner and pulled up to the curb.  Ruth spoke now, 
"One more stop, then were going home Billy.  Get out".  I exited 
after Ruth on the passenger side and Diane stayed in the car, 
beside the fire hydrant.  We walked up the sidewalk about half a 
block and came to a storefront, 'Pleasure Toys, for the 
discriminating adult" was the sign on the door.  As Ruth opened 
the door, all I could think was 'Here we go again'.
 
We entered the store and Ruth said, "We need to make it quick, 
before the cops come and our ride has to move".  I looked around 
the store and couldn't beleive the 'items' on the shelves, hung 
on the walls and in the glass case infront of the register.  
There were rubber and metal cocks, odd looking devices, and 
equipment.  Some clothing on the back shelf and leathery things 
on the back wall were where Ruth initially headed and I followed.  
She reached up high and pulled down four 2 inch leather straps 
with some kind of buckle on them and an odd looking leather whip 
like device with many knotted strands coming off of a handle that 
started small, about 1" in diameter, where the strands attached 
but enlarged to what looked like 2 1/2" in diameter at the end 
topped with a 3 1/2" leather ball.  The handle was made of 
strapped leather and looked dangerous.  She also picked up a two 
foot long rod with a one inch wide and three inch long hard 
rubber 'flap' mounted on the end.  She handed these items to me 
 
and started walking looking at a rack of 'clothes' near the wall.  
 
The 'clothes', if you could call them that, were acutally black 
rubber looking 'panties' with rubber-like cocks attached to the 
front.  She started looking at sizes, I didn't know if she was 
looking at the cock sized or panty sizes, and I couldn't figure 
out why I would need to wear something like that, I already had a 
cock.  She chose two of them and handed them to me.  I glanced at 
them real quick, the smaller pair had a very long and thick 
'cock" attached to it while the bigger pair had a more normal 
sized 'cock' attached while inside of the panties was some type 
of hardened rubber device that epanded where the cock was 
attached and a softening rubber piece that went down toward the 
crotch.  
 
A loud cough broke my attention from the panties, if you could 
call them that, and I looked up to see an irritated Ruth looking 
at me and standing along the sidewall.  I walked to her and she 
had three things in her hands which she handed to me.  My hands 
were rapidly filling but she moved off to the glass case in front 
of the cashier who suddenly had taken a definite interest in us.  
She asked if she could see a couple of items and pointed them out 
to the cashier.  The cashier extracted the items from the case 
and handed them to Ruth.  One was simply a round, rubbery 
looking, ring and the other was a small bottle of something.  
"Ok, we'll take both of these and a tube of that heat lotion, 
too" was Ruth's remarks as she but the items on the counter.  She 
glanced at me, saying "Pay the man Billy" as she headed out of 
the store.
 
I placed the items I had in my hands on the counter finally 
getting a chance to see the pictures and the names of the boxes 
that Ruth had last handed me.  A suction dildo, a anal plug, and 
an extra large vibrating butt plug were the names and the 
pictures took my breath away.  Up to this point, the only thing 
actually 'attacked' by Ruth were my pride and my mouth.  I never 
thought about my asshole but Ruth obviously had.  The cashier 
rang the merchandise up and said, "One sixty seven eighty five, 
will that be cash or charge mam".  I thought what the fuck and 
answered in my natural voice, "Charge" as I dug the charge card 
out of my purse.  The male cashier laughed as he took the charge 
card and completed the transaction.  He bagged up the merchandise 
and handed it all to me laughingly saying, "Have a good day sir".
 
I exited the store and started walking down the block to where 
Diane was parked.  Ruth was standing beside the passenger door 
and opened it as I approached.  We seated ourselves and we were 
on our way back to Ruth's apartment.  "What is all this stuff 
for?" I asked until Ruth replied quite adamantly, "From now on, 
don't speak unless your spoken too, understand?".  "Yes Mam" was 
my only reply.  The rest of the trip back to the apartment was 
quiet except for an occasional giggle by Diane as she looked at 
me. 

The ride back to the apartment was silent for about fifteen 
minutes.  When we turned off the Capital beltway on the way back, 
Diane repeated, "Well, let's hear all the details Billy".  When I 
sighed and said, "Can't it wait til we're back at the 
apartment?", Diane pulled the car off to the shoulder of the 
road.  Ruth got out and instructed me to do the same.  Not 
knowing what was going on, I got out of the car and stood on the 
shoulder while Ruth quickly got back in the car and I heard 
laughter as they drove off.  It happened so fast that I didn't 
know how to react.  After figuring that the apartment was about a 
mile down the road and seeing no other recourse, I started 
walking.  

Walking a mile seemed to be nothing but the heels told me 
otherwise.  To further compound the situation, traffic and loose 
gravel on the shoulder severely limited my ability to walk with 
any speed.  I heard and ignored some catcalls from vehicles as 
they passed.  I was about half way back to the apartment when a 
van pulled off the road in front of me.  I mumbled "Oh shit" as 
the passenger door opened and a short broad shouldered hispanic 
guy got out.  He looked at me and said, "Come on honey, we'll 
give you a ride wherever you want to go".  As I approached the 
van I replied, "That's ok, I don't have much further to walk 
anyway" in my male voice and the man by the van started laughing.  
He stuck his head back into the van as I arrived at the back 
bumper.  

Not thinking there was anything to worry about, I started walking 
between the guard rail and the passenger side of the van.  The 
hispanic guy confronted me saying, "What's a guy dressed like you 
walking down the side of the road for, huh gringo".  As I debated 
whether to answer, confront, or try to muscle my way past him, 
the sliding door on the van opened and I was grabbed by two guys 
who muscled me into the back of the van.  They then threw me onto 
the floor face down, the van door closed and the van started 
moving.  Someone held my face into the plush carpeting as several 
men talked rapidly in spanish to each other.  After about five 
minutes, I felt the van skid to a stop.

After stopping, I crawled to the back of the van and turned to 
face my kidnappers.  The back of the van had a 'couch' across the 
width of it and I pushed my back against the couch encountering a 
pair of stockinged legs directly beside me.  My eyes quickly 
traced the stockinged legs up to a buxom brunette sitting on the 
couch.  Looking forward, I saw four captains chairs, all occupied 
by hispanic looking guys.  My mind considered the options 
available to me and quickly decided there were none.  "What do 
you want?" was the first thing that popped into my mind and I 
vocalized it to my captors.  "We wanted teach you faggot a lesson 
for hanging out on our turf.  Namely, we're going to beat the 
shit out of you, pendejo" was spoken by the oldest looking member 
of the group, who was sitting in the chair behind the drivers 
seat which was turned facing me.  As he was talking, the hispanic 
lady sitting on the couch was feeling the texture of the collar 
of the leather outfit I was wearing.

"Hey guys, how about letting me try this outfit on before you get 
it all bloody", was the next comment from the girl sitting on the 
couch.  The older guy laughed and said, "OK faggot, the lady here 
wants your dress.  Take it off, NOW".  Realizing that I had on 
almost nothing underneath the dress, just the g-string, 
garterbelt and pink stockings, I hesitated in following that 
instruction.  The hesitations obviously was not acceptable to my 
captors since the guy sitting beside the older man stepped 
forward and grabbed my hair and pulled on it.  The roots of my 
hair started to hurt but that pain went away as the pins 
fastening the wig to my own hair gave way.  The guy holding the 
wig in his hands looked at me and the wig and then shrugged his 
shoulders, threw the wig down and grabbed my hair saying, "When 
Raul give you and order, obey it".  "OK, OK" was my reply as I 
started unbuttoning the top to the outfit.  I removed the top and 
handed it to the lady who was sitting above me and then 
stood/crouched to unzip, unfasten and remove the short skirt.  

As I handed the skirt to the lady, the catcalls from the guys got 
even worse.  "Damn check out those titties"; "Look at those 
dainty little panties on that fag"; "Waste of flesh to have those 
jugs on a fag like that" were the comments that I understood with 
others flying around in spanish.  The guy that had been holding 
my hair again grabbed hold of my hair and pulled me towards the 
seats up front, roughly depositing me on the floor in the middle 
of the four captains chairs.  The guys all looked down at me and 
laughed with the only english comment, "What a sorry looking 
gringo piece of trash". 

"Let's just beat the shit out of it and leave it for the 
vultures" was the next comment from the driver's seat.  Raul, the 
obvious leader spoke up saying, "We were looking for a piece of 
pussy when we grabbed this sick freak, let's give it a chance to 
redeem itself with it's mouth.  If it can take us all in the next 
twenty minutes, then maybe it could get it's freedom".  "Start 
sucking bitch, the clock starts now" said Raul as he unzipped his 
pants and pulled a limp uncut cock out.  I was scared, well 
scared wasn't the word for it really, and seeing an opportunity 
to get out of this 'situation', I took it.  After all I had 
already sucked three cocks and they seemed pretty happy with my 
performance and the use of a clock just made me want to bring 
these four guys off as soon as possible.  

I climbed up to my knees and went after Raul's cock.  Since my 
own cock is uncut, I know how sensitive the cockhead is, since it 
is not exposed to the environment hidden away behind the 
foreskin.  I first used my hand to pull the foreskin back to the 
base of the cock and then started using the tip of my tongue on 
the underside of the cock in front of me.  This maneuver seemed 
to get the desired effect as the cock started to grow to it's 
fully hard state of about 7 inches.  I then started the process 
of tittilating the cockhead with my lips and tongue before 
starting my up and down motion.  The time that it took to bring 
Raul off using my throat, tongue, lips, and sucking power seemed 
amazingly short but the amount of jism that came from the cock 
was tremendous compared to my very few cock sucking experiences.  
The sperm had filled my mouth and kept coming.  Knowing that they 
wouldn't want me to spill any on the plush carpet of the van, I 
took a dive and buried the cockhead in the back of my throat to 
let it finish it's spasming.  This caused me to have an almost 
irristible urge to vomit but the swallowing technique seemed to 
resist this urge.  Raul was screaming in spanish as his orgasm 
subsided and I used my tongue to clean the cock in front of me 
and complete the 'job'.

I looked around, realizing that time was of the essence, and 
moved to the driver and unzipped his jeans.  After extracting his 
cock, also uncut and about half hard but very skinny, I pulled 
the foreskin back and started into my 'assignment'.  This cock 
was unlike any I had ever seen in that is grew and grew in 
length, to probably about 10 inches but remained very skinny, 
about an inch in diameter.  This formed kind of a spear and I 
continued to work on getting it to release and go on to the next 
one.  The time it took to bring this cock off, I had started 
thinking of these as cocks ignoring the men they were attached 
to, was lengthy to say the least.  No matter what 'tricks' I 
played on the cock, I didn't get the expected reaction of moans 
and thrusts that I had gotten from the other four cocks I had 
sucked.  Not knowing what to do or how to get this guy to react, 
I started throating and swallowing around his cock head which 
felt weird, like a long finger shoved down my throat.  I started 
to move up and down on this pencil dick, using my throat and 
swallowing technique to the max and still I got no reaction.  
Worried that I would fail the time problem involved in this 
"test" and still get the shit beaten out of me, I thought I would 
go for broke.  Since this guy wasn't wearing underwear, I managed 
to get my right hand in to caress his balls.  With no reaction 
from this idea, I moved my hand further back and started to press 
my middle finger against his asshole.  This trick got one hell of  
reaction with a moan from the guy and a sudden thrust into my 
already sore throat.  As I continued to press against his 
sphincter muscle in his asshole, he started to moan louder and 
thrust harder, almost violently, into my mouth.  As I felt his 
thrusts becoming more and more violent and frequent and not 
knowing how long I could keep this up without vomiting, I shoved 
my middle finger past his sphincter muscle and buried it into his 
asshole, pushing and pulling my finger back and forth.  This 
caused the pencil dick in my mouth to start spasming and the jism 
started to come.  The first burst felt painful as it 'shot' into 
the back of my mouth and the second didn't feel much better.  I 
tried the same trick that I had used on the last cock and buried 
my face in the man's crotch, taking his pencil dick to the 
furthest reaches of the back of my throat.  His remaining spasms 
could be felt in my gut as they bypassed my gullet and finally 
subsided.  I rapidly pulled off of the cock and started to lick 
it clean, finishing yet another 'job'.

I looked at my last two conquerors and decided that the man in 
the passenger seat was my next objective.  As I unzipped his 
pants and pulled out is already hard cock, I was stunned by its 
sheer size.  It was only about 6 inches long but was about 3 1/2" 
thick with an cock head that was markedly larger in diameter than 
the cock shaft.  As I just stared as this odd looking cock in 
front of me, the guys around me started laughing, saying "Let's 
see him throat Pablo's horse dick" and "There's your challenge 
bitch".  As I started working on this odd shaped cut cock with my 
tongue, I tried to put it in my mouth.  I quickly realized that 
the tricks I had learned were useless against a cockhead this 
size since putting it in my already sore throat would have 
surely ripped it to shreds, I concentrated on just the cock head 
with my lips and tongue.  The challenge was a rather easy one 
since after about two minutes, the moaning was becoming louder 
and louder.  I remembered the last trick of using my finger on 
his asshole but as soon as my finger started to penetrate his ass 
cheeks, the slap on my right ear told me that he didn't like that 
trick.  I continued concentrating on nothing but the enormous 
cock head in my mouth when I heard the fourth guy say, "I don't 
want a blow job, I want to sample that skinny ass".  Raul quickly 
responded in spanish to 'Manuel' to which he replied, "Oh, I 
forgot'.  I wondered what he had forgot but quickly forgot the 
whole exchange myself as the monster dick started to spasm in my 
mouth.  The three spasms were not as severe or plentiful as the 
last two and I quickly finalized this job and turned to the last 
cock.

This was the hair puller and I approached him with trepidation.  
I didn't know how much time I had left, it's not easy to keep 
track of time while sucking cock, but I kind of knew that I 
didn't have much.  I approached the last guy and pulled down his 
zipper.  The cut cock that presented itself to me was just about 
Richard's size so I went to work on it with my tongue, lips and 
throat.  This guy laughed as I started and then grabbed me by my 
hair and started fucking my face.  This wasn't that unusual to me 
after Richard and the cop but this guy was doing it violently.  
My hair felt like it was being pulled out by the roots and I 
thought he was going to bloody my lips or nose with the violent 
down thrusts.  After what seemed like five minutes of this 
violent behavior, with my assailant pulling back til his cock 
head was at my lips and then jerking it down to full penetration 
in my throat, the cock in my mouth started to spasm and the jism 
started to come.  This guy, unlike the other two, pulled my mouth 
off of his cock and started to come in my face, in my eyes, on my 
forehead, on and up my nose and on my chin.  As he quit 
ejaculating on my face, he took his cock and rubbed it on my hair 
and ear to 'clean' it.  

With my face covered with cum, dripping off my nose and chin, I 
looked back at Raul who glanced at his watch and he said, "Sorry 
bitch, it took you twenty two minutes, hahahahaha".  "Buy you did 
such a good job, we'll give you a 10 second head start in getting 
away from us" he continued as he slid the van door open. 
"Starting now" was his last statement as I jumped out the door 
and started running for the woods, about 50 feet away.  As I ran 
across the gravel clearing in stocking feet (I seemed to have 
lost my shoes somewhere in van), I heard laughter behind me, the 
van door slide closed and the van engine revving.  I thought that 
they were going to run me over so I ran as fast as I could for 
the cover of the trees.  As I cascaded into the brush at full 
speed, I felt the underbrush scratch and tear at my feet and legs 
as I heard the sound of gravel being thrown by the van behind me 
as it sped out of the clearing and down the dirt road.  I took a 
moment to pause and analyze my situation, and get myself 
'unhooked' from the sticker bush I had ended up in.  I looked 
behind and saw some things on the gravel where the van had been.  
Thinking that maybe they had left me my clothes, I walked back to 
the site and saw my purse, shoes and wig laying in the gravel.  

I looked at myself and saw a disgusting sight.  My cock was hard 
as a rock and sticking out of a red g-string, with a red garter 
belt and pink stockings and two 'breasts' attached to my chest.  
The stockings were scratched up around my shins but still held 
their form.  I looked around and realized that I was at a sewage 
treatment plant surrounded by trees with a small gravel parking 
lot serviced by a gravel road.  'Ok, Billy, how do you get out of 
this one' was all I thought and I considered my options.  Just 
sit down and cry was the first and most logical of all the 
options I had but didn't seem to solve any of the problems.  
Walking down the road and seeing where I was seemed a logical 
first step but with hardly any clothing on, that could lead to 
some trouble if I was seen.  

The wig and purse could help me look like a near naked woman but 
not with that 'clit' sticking out of the g-string so eliminating 
the hard cock was the first objective of any plan.  That was easy 
considering what I had been through but as I got into the act the 
fantasy I imagined was being in that van sucking those cocks.  As 

I started to cum, a drop of cum fell from my face to join with 
mine on the ground and I remembered the cum all over my face and 
figured that would have to be taken care of before going 
anywhere.  I opened my purse and saw that none of the contents 
appeared to be disturbed including the package of tissues I had 
bought at the liquor store in town.  I managed to get the cum off 
of my face with gentle rubbing, at least my face didn't feel too 
sticky to my fingers.  I repositioned the wig on top of my head 
as well as I could (reminding myself to bring a small mirror in 
my purse from now on), picked up the shoes and purse and headed 
down the road.

The gravel felt very rough and pointed under my feet but I 
thought that I could make alot better time without those damned 
heels, so I continued on with just my pink stockinged feet.  The 
road went up a small hill and as I crested the hill, I got a look 
at where I was.  There was a small community of single family 
homes with Richard and Ruth's apartment complex on the far side.  
Route 210, a major highway, was in front of the apartment complex 
and was in plain view with the traffic getting heavy with the 
Friday rush hour commuters heading home.  The community seemed 
rather quiet with a small grouping of trees separating it from 
the apartment complex.  I figured is was about 300 yards or so to 
the trees and knew that I had to get there if I stood any chance 
of getting out of this situation.  Seeing no-one outside or no 
traffic in the development and the mostly downhill course to the 
trees, I covered my 'breasts' as best I could with my right arm, 
clasped the purse and shoes in my left hand, and started running.  
I heard a solitary scream from one of the residences as I made a 
mad dash toward the trees and was elated, for the first time in 
two days, when I finally made it to the trees and got out of 
sight.  

Ruth and Richard's apartment complex was a secure complex and 
it's only entrance was in front, alongside that major highway.  
Seeing that was not an option, I considered what other options I 
had available.  'Second apartment from the right, third floor' 
were the first thing to come to mind as I started studying the 
rear of the building.  Thinking that I had located the correct 
apartment balcony, I picked up a medium sized rock, took aim and 
threw it at the sliding glass doors.  'Bullseye' was my thought 
at it hit the door, not hard enough to break but hopefully hard 
enough to get the girls attention.  After a couple of minutes 
with no response, I let go another rock, again hitting my target.  
The doors opened and Ruth walked out looking around for what was 
making the noise.  Hiding behind a tree, I hollered Ruth's name 
and her eyes focused on me.  "Come on out from behind that tree 
Billy" was her response so I stepped aside from the tree.  By now 
Diane had joined Ruth on the balcony and they both started 
laughing with Diane saying, "What happened to you?".
"I need some clothes" was all I could say as I heard a balcony 
door opening on the second floor, one door down from Ruth's 
apartment.

I quickly dove behind the tree, shielding my almost nude body 
from the tanned lady coming out on her balcony dressed in a 
bikini bathing suit.  I was relieved when she lay on the chaise 
lounge facing away from me.  When I looked up at Ruth's balcony 
again, I saw my two mistresses coming out carrying a camera with 
a telephoto lens.  Ruth motioned me into the open and I complied, 
letting them take a few pictures as a posed for them. Ruth then 
threw a bathrobe out into the middle of the parking lot and then 
they went back inside, sliding the door closed.  Looking up and 
down the parking lot and seeing no other people, I darted out 
onto the pavement and grabbed the bathrobe and quickly put it on.  
I then proceeded to the front door and buzzed Ruth and Richard 
apartment.  Ruth answered on the intercom and said "I hope you 
can explain all this, and where is that cute outfit you bought" 
as laughter was heard in the background.  "I got shanghaied by a 
van load of guys and they took the outfit" I spoke into the 
intercom.  "I had to blow all four of them to get out of the van, 
please let me in" was my plea as I heard the door buzzer go off 
allowing me entry.  I rushed up the stairs, not wanting to be 
seen on the elevator, and quickly got to Ruth's apartment door.
As I approached the apartment, the door opened and I darted in.
 
Diane was rolling in laughter as I got in the apartment and Ruth 
was having a hard time keeping a straight face as she demanded 
details about my 'adventure'.  I quickly relayed the story and 
Diane finally came to me and hugged me saying, "My poor baby, 
what you need is a nice hot bath".  That idea did appeal to me 
and I said so.  As Ruth went to run the bath water, complete with 
scented bath oil and bubbles, Diane reached into a bag and pulled 
out a tube and started applying it to the perimeter of my 
'breasts'.  Diane told me that the ointment in the tube was a 
neutralizer for the adhesive and my breasts should just fall off 
in the hot bath water.  I stripped out of the few clothes I had 
on and climbed in the bath water.  Amazingly, Diane stripped also 
and climbed in with me, lathering my body with scented soap.  The 
first kiss took me by surprise but in my exhausted state and my 
recent questioning of my male ego, I didn't resist.  As we lay 
and hugged and kissed in the relaxing bath, I seemed to doze off, 
welcoming the soft female flesh beside me in the relaxing bath.

After awaking from my seemingly short nap, I found myself alone 
in the bathtub.  I laid back and reflected on the days events, 
somewhat pleased with myself at accomplishing all that I had 
without any damage to my body or reputation but worried about 
what other plans Ruth had for me.  The bathroom door opened and 
Ruth entered wearing a sport bra covering her rather large 
breasts and the rubber underwear from the store, a rubber 'cock' 
sticking out in front of her.  "Get out, dry off and come to the 
bedroom" was her only statement as she left the bathroom.  I did 
as instructed and entered the bedroom to find Diane there naked, 
her C sized breasts jutting out from her body with hard nipples.  
Ruth advanced and attached the leather straps we had purchased in 
the adult shop in town to my wrists and ankles and directed me to 
lie down on the bed.  As I laid on the bed, Ruth and Diane pulled 
my arm and legs to the four corners and attached straps on them 
to cords attached at the corners, essentially leaving me 
stretched spread eagle on the bed.  Diane went to the dresser and 
then approached my cock, retracted the foreskin and started 
slipping something over it.

"Like this?" Diane said to Ruth who came over and looked at my 
half hard cock saying, "All the way to the base".  Diane complied 
and I could feels something cool around my balls.  "What is that 
thing fo...." was what I said before I was rudely interrupted by 
Ruth saying, "Silence Slut" and felt the palm of her hand slap me 
across the cheek.  "Ok already" brought yet another slap.  "Don't 
speak unless expressly asked slut, do you understand?" was Ruth's 
order as I replied, "Yes Mam".  

Diane addressed me saying, "I really liked you Billy, but the one 
thing that you could provide me was a good fucking.  You never 
lasted more than a couple of minutes and hardly gave me a chance 
to get into it.  The cock ring I just put on your 'clit' should 
stop you from cumming before I want you to.  Now to show you what 
I mean." and she moved her face between my legs and started to 
lick and suck my cock.  I remembered her telling me when we were 
'dating' that she gave a dynamite blow job but only to guys she 
loved and now I was seeing that she was right.  Her tongue and 
lips felt exquisite on my cock and a big relief after the day's 
'activities'.   As Diane kept up her oral activities, my cock got 
harder than I ever remember it being and the head started to get 
ultra sensitive.  After about two minutes to Diane's oral 
actions, I felt like I was going to spurt in her mouth but found 
that to be impossible.  As I moaned in ecstasy from the feelings 
in my crotch, Ruth strattled my chest and stuck her rubber cock 
into my open mouth saying, "What's wrong Billy, having trouble 
cumming?  That ring around you cock should take care of your 
cumming too soon and in the meantime, a little face fucking 
should keep your mind off of your cock anyway.  Hahahahaha".   

As Ruth started to forcefully thrust her rubber cock into my 
mouth and throat, Diane changed positions and was now fucking my 
hard cock.  The desire to orgasm started to grow exponentially 
with Diane's tight cunt muscles playing their well remembered 
'games' on my cock but this was not to be. After 10 minutes of 
this, my cock head started to get sore from the friction and 
inability to cum but this was not at the top of my thoughts since 
I was continuing to deal with a very large rubber cock pulmetting 
my throat in hard fast strokes.  Diane command, "I order you to 
cum now Billy, fill me up."  I mumbled from around the cock and 
Diane and Ruth got off of me and stood to the side of the bed.  
"I ordered you to cum and you didn't, I think you want some 
punishment.  Cum right this very second or else you will get 
punished like you never believed" were Diane's next comments to 
which I replied, "I can't cum".  

This comment was quickly followed with a balled up sock being 
shoved into my mouth and a whooshing sound that ended with an 
unbelievable pain in my cock head.  As I screamed into the sock, 
I saw Diane, with a bigger smile than I had ever seen before, 
holding the item with the rubber pad on the end pulling back and 
following through to contact the pad with the head of my cock.  
With my over sensitive cock head already sore and pulsing with 
blood, the second contact seemed even worse than the first.  The 
girls commented on how big my eyes had become as I helplessly 
fought against the restraints on my wrists and ankles.  Diane was 
openly giggling as she took a third swing at my cock, this time 
much harder than the previous two.  My attempts to scream through 
the sock created very little noise and Diane handed the paddle 
whip to Ruth who moved down between my legs.  The first shot to 
my exposed balls seemed almost unbearable but was nothing 
compared to the second and third whacks.  The sound of the paddle 
contacting my most sensitive flesh was extreme and seemed 
magnified with the pain coming from my sensitive organs.  

"Do you think he has learned his lesson yet Sis?" Ruth asked 
Diane.  "I think a little more discipline is necessary" was her 
reply as she moved to a paint bucket sitting on the window sill 
and put her hand into it.  I didn't immediately recognize the two 
small metal items she extracted and was relieved when she moved 
them past my groin and towards my upper body.  That relief was 
short lived as I recognized the metal alligator clips in her 
right hand and she moved towards my right nipple.  My nipples are 
very small so Diane had to pinch it between her finger nails to 
get it to rise to an acceptable level which I thought was rather 
painful.  The pain was nothing compared to having the alligator 
clip attached though. I had never thought much about my nipples 
but now realized they were very sensitive and tender and I 
started thrashing around on the bed with the extreme pain coming 
from my chest.  "Lie still slut" was Ruth's response to my 
thrashing and it was accented with a very hard slap to my balls 
from that wicked paddle whip.   I tried to pant and concentrate 
on staying still but found that very difficult.  This matter was 
of course further complicated by the attachment of the second 
clip on my left nipple.

As I was thrashing around on the bed, screaming as best I could 
through the sock in my mouth, and fighting the bonds on my legs 
and wrists again.  I found that after about fifteen seconds, the 
extreme pains started to subside leaving a bad but not unbearable 
pain in it's place.  As I calmed down, tried to relax and 
reopened my eyes, I saw Ruth standing beside me holding the 
damned paddle thing in her right hand.  I was totally surprised 
when the small pad whooshed down and landed on my left clipped 
nipple.  This produced a whole new set of pains through my chest 
and she continued by alternating between my right and left 
nipples for five strokes each.  After finishing with the 
whipping, Ruth set the whip down and left the room, still wearing 
the rubber cock panties and saying to Diane, "I'll leave you 
alone for a few Sis, have fun".  

After Ruth had left, Diane approached me and removed the sock 
from my mouth saying, "Quiet Billy, I'll take good care of you".  
I started panting and was amazed at the shock of pain from my 
nipples as she simultaneously removed both alligator clips.  She 
then started to rub my nipples and stomach, moving down to my 
cock and balls.  She removed the cock ring and started kissing 
me.  The reaction of the removal of the cock ring caused my cock 
to start to come to life so to speak and an intense orgasm soon 
followed.  "I'll always be here for you Billy" was the last 
statement I heard as I had my most intense orgasm that I could 
remember. As Diane climbed on my chest and presented her cunt to 
my lips, I didn't hesitate in leaning my head forward and burying 
my tongue and lips into her soft wet pussy lips.  I attached her 
clit and her inner lips, moving my tongue and lips as fast as I 
could on her female sex.  I was rewarded in about three minutes  
with Diane's shuddering body and her cries of her own orgasm.  "I 
knew you could treat me well Billy, it just took some 
'encouragement' that's all, hehehehehehehehe" was Diane's reply 
after regaining her composure and getting off of my chest.  

"Oh my god, it's after 5:00, you have to get ready" Diane said as 
she undid my restraints and help me get up from my prone 
position.  "Come on, you have to get bathed and dressed, we have 
company coming over" she said as she shuttled me out of the 
bedroom and into the bathroom.  I was in a daze from what I had 
just been through, my thoughts mixed up between feelings I had 
for Diane and the way her and Ruth had been treating me.  She 
started running the bath as I looked on in wonderment and saw all 
the instruments of my trade laying on the bathroom counter, fake 
tits, makeup kit, tit adhesive, and wig.  As Diane poured some 
scented oil into the bathtub, she reached across and grabbed me 
by my balls and pulled me towards the tub.  The still naked Diane 
help me into the tub and said, "You have thirty minutes to get 
cleaned up and feminized, at least from the waist up."  and she 
left.

As I scrubbed myself clean, I thought about what had transpired 
and saw no way out at this time.  I should have called this thing 
off when it started last night, during or after that poker game, 
instead of letting everything blow way out of proportion like it 
has.  I have been essentially raped in my mouth by seven 
different guys yet I had no recourse against them without 
exposing myself to the aftereffects of releasing that picture and 
that I had to stop.  I finished my bath in short order and made 
my way to the sink.  I figured I would start with the ridiculous 
fake tits and managed to prepared my self and attach them with 
short order.  The makeup to disguise the seam around the breasts 
was a bit of a pain but I was able to accomplish that task with 
short order.  As I applied my facial makeup, I garnered a new 
respect for women dolling themselves up for going out.  This was 
a pain and the result was far from perfect, I guess a trained 
hand is better that a novices.  Realizing I was running short on 
time, I assembled the wig on top of my head and pinned it in 
place.  After one last look in the mirror, I saw what looked like 
a ugly lady with big tits and a semi-hard cock, I headed out to 
the apartment's living area.  

As I entered, I saw Ruth and Diane sitting in the living room 
with Ruth on the phone and Diane fidgeting with a black outfit 
and a needle and thread.  I lightly coughed and Ruth quickly 
ended her conversation and Diane looked up saying, "You can start 
with what's on the kitchen counter there Billy.  I need a few 
more minutes with this dress."  On the kitchen counter was a 
package of black fishnet stockings, black garter belt, skimpy 
black bra and a pair of black panties.  I examined the panties 
first and they appeared to have been modified with a slit in the 
crotch area.  As I put them on, it became obvious that my asshole 
was still exposed to the open as my cock, balls and asscheeks 
were covered by an almost transparent material.  The bra wasn't 
much, just a support garment really exposing just about all of 
the breast with the exception of the underside and sides.  The 
fishnet stocking felt ticklish as I put them on and secured them 
with the garter belt.  After putting on the clothes that were 
there, I made some minor adjustments and headed back to the 
living room.  

"Give me another minute" said Diane as the front door started to 
open.  I quickly moved back behind the wall of the kitchen with 
the introduction of a new person and as I looked back, I saw 
Richard entering with a gray haired man.  The man with Richard 
looked to be in his fifties, broad shouldered and tall and was 
dressed in a tailored suit and tie.  Richard entered the living 
room and Ruth got up and gave him a kiss asking, "Long day 
honey?".  "I had some other business to take care of after work, 
and my boss here wanted to come to the party tonight so I had him 
follow me home and help out with the stuff I got together.  
Where's my whore?" was Richard's reply and Ruth called out, 
"Billy, come out come out where ever you are".  Seeing that the 
situation didn't looked good for me, being Richard's 'whore', but 
seeing no other alternative, I came out from behind the wall, 
dressed in the open bra, black transparent panties, fish nets and 
garter belt.  "So what do you think Fred?" Richard asked the 
older man, "Not bad, I can see the traces of a limp cock under 
the panties but other than that, she makes a believable bitch".  
"You have to use your imagination and try to ignore that useless 
piece of skin under his panties, make believe it's just an 
enlarged clit Fred.  That's not what we're interested in right 
not now anyway.  You want to go to the bedroom or stay out here 
in the open?" Richard said addressing his boss.  

Fred looked around the room, at the conservatively dressed (blue 
jeans and short sleeve blouses) ladies and chuckled before 
saying, "Right here's ok with me" and continued his chuckle.  
Richard looked back to me saying, "Ok whore, on you knees and 
service Fred for me".  Somehow I had anticipated this and true to 
my new found subservience, dropped to my knees in front of the 
older man and unzipped his pants and fished his uncut limp cock 
out of his pants. As I started my oral maneuvers on Fred's limp 
meat, I found the just the act of getting him hard was a feat.  I 
used all the tricks I had learned that day, tongue tip tickling, 
hard sucking, and lip muscles until I finally got him hard after 
about two minutes.  Then I started using my throat with the 
swallowing technique but this didn't seem to get the reaction 
that I had previously received from the other cocks so I started 
a hard face fucking motion coupled with a lot of tongue play and 
lip muscle action.  After what seemed like a half hour but 
probably was more like 10 minutes, the six inch (approximate from 
experience) cock started to spasm and the jism seemed to ooze 
into my mouth and throat.  I swallowed it all easily and cleaned 
his cock with my tongue and lips, finally finishing the 'job'.  
"Not bad for a new girl Richard" Fred said to Richard and Richard 
replied, "The best thing is he will just go and go" as he 
unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and stepped in front of 
me.  I didn't need any guidance as I concentrated all my mental 
and physical energy into taking care of yet another cock.  After 
last night, I knew alot more about Richards cock and preferences 
and I took his entire semi-hard cock into my mouth and used my 
tongue and suction of bring him hard and taking him into my 
throat.  The swallowing technique worked well on Richard and the 
burst of his cum into my throat came only about three or four 
minutes after I started this blowjob.  After cleaning Richard's 
cock, he pushed me away with his hand with enough force that I 
fell on the carpeted floor.  "Go fix you makeup Whore" was 
Richard only comment as he zipped his pants and went to the main 
part of the living room to talk with Ruth.  "I'll help you Billy" 
came from Diane as she got up and accompanied me into the 
bathroom.

As we entered the bathroom, I noticed that Diane was carrying the 
black outfit she had been working on and two white garments.  
"Fix you lipstick honey" was her comment and I went to task as 
Diane started work with the enema bag in the tub.  After I had 
finished my lipstick repairs, Diane went to the medicine cabinet 
and to a tube of something that she put lightly spread on the 
enema nozzle.  I noticed that the enema bottle was full and 
hanging on the shower bar of the tub and Diane ordered me down on 
all fours.  The nozzle itself was uncomfortable but not really 
painful as it penetrated my asshole and became lodged in my 
bowels.  The introduction of the warm water into my stomach was 
uncomfortable but bearable compared to everything else I had so 
recently go through.  I noticed that the panties I was wearing 
were modified in such a way as to make this whole procedure 
possible with removing them and I wondered where they had gotten 
this type of underwear from.  As the water solution was fully 
introduced into my intestines, the cramps began but were somewhat 
ignored when Diane got down beside me on the floor and whispered, 
"I think I'm falling in love" and gave me a passionate french 
kiss.  As she broke the kiss, removed the nozzle and started to 
refill the bottle, she occasionally looked at her watch and 
finally told me to relieve myself.  I quickly made my way to the 
commode and the gush of water into the commode was a tremendous 
relief to my system.  My relief was short lived as the same 
procedure was repeated two times, complete with the french 
kissing of my former girlfriend, until Diane was satisfied that I 
was cleaned out.  "Fix your lipstick Honey and we'll get you 
dressed" was her comment as she started to unbutton the back of 
the black outfit she had been sewing earlier.

After repairing the lipstick, the kissing messed it up even more 
than the cock sucking, I turned back to Diane who told me to 
raise my arms as she slid a black dress over my torso.  The dress 
was low cut with a closely knit 'netting' being the only thing 
that hid my cleavage, essentially making my cleavage visible to 
everyone.  The dress hung to just above my knees and I thought 
that at least the length was modest, a relief from my previous 
cross dressing experiences under the hands of the sisters.  This 
relief was short lived however when Diane told me to step into a 
odd looking white garment.  The garment was ribbed and flare wide 
at the bottom and as Diane pulled it up to my waist and attached 
it to something on the inside of my dress, I found my dress 
flaring out around me about 18 inches on from my body all around.  
Next came a white apron with attached at the waist and covered 
the front of the lower dress, it's length matching up perfectly 
to the hem of the dress.  Diane handed me a pair of black four 
inch heels and I subsequently put then on.  "Turn around for me 
Honey" was her request and I did as ordered.  "Very good, let's 
go".

As I entered the living room, I got "Whoa" and applause from Fred 
and smiles and nods from Ruthie and Richard.  "Have a seat" was 
Ruthie command as she motioned to an easy chair in one corner of 
the room.  As I sat, I realized that the ruffles on the skirt 
made it ride up and exposed my legs and crotch to the other 
occupants of the room.  "Very good Diane, I approve" said Ruth to 
her sister.  

"Could you all go get me some beer, like two cases should be 

enough.  We have some things to set up anyway", Richard said from 
the kitchen. "Sure honey" was Ruth's quick reply as she turned to 
me and said, "Come on Billy".  As she headed for the door, I just 
did what was expected and followed Ruth and Diane out to Diane's 
car.  This time Ruth climbed in the back seat as I sat up front 
with Diane.  The skirt rose up as I sat and Diane rubbed my 
exposed crotch whispering, "Later Honey" to me as she started the 
car.  We drove about two miles down the road until we came to a 
tavern that I knew was frequented by bikers.  'Oh Jesus' was all 
I could think as we all got out of the car and Ruth spoke quietly 
to me saying, "If you have to bend over, bend at the waist like 
the guy you are, not at the knees if you know what is good for 
you".  

We entered the tavern and I got some unwelcome looks from some of 
the rough looking guys, and girls, in seated in there as we made 
our way across the room to the package goods side.  The package 
goods store had a separate entrance but I was just following the 
ladies as I sure they wanted.  Ruth approached the counter and 
told the clerk that she wanted two cases of long necked 
Budweiser.  The clerk said, "I'll bring them right out, would you 
like me to load them in the car for you three ladies".  Ruth 
replied, "No thank you, Billy here can handle them".  "Ok, your 
the customer" was the clerks reply as he rang up the purchase and 
Ruth paid him.  I realized I was still standing with my back to 
the bar crowd and decided to change my position until Diane said, 
"Right there is fine Babe".  The man brought the beer out on a 
dolly and started to move it towards the outside entrance.  
"Right there fine" Ruth said pointing to a spot about two feet in 
front of me.  The man deposited the very large cases of beer in 
front of me and returned the dolly to the walk in cooler.  I knew 
what was expected of me now but with that crowd behind me and the 
knowledge of what lay beneath my skirt, I was very tempted to 
bend at the knees and suffer the consequences from Ruth until I 
saw here opening and closing an alligator clip in her hand.  
'Fuck it' was all I could think as I swallowed what little pride 
I had left and bent at the waist to pick up the beer.  I found 
that I still had to bend at the knees and actually flex them 
outwards once I discovered the weight of the cases of beer.  I 
thought that either the high waist band on the skirt opener 
wasn't exposing as much as I thought or the guys and gals 
directly behind me didn't look my way as I started to get good 
handholds on the two cased of beer. 

The "WOOOOWEEEE, CHECK THAT OUT GUYS" along with the sounds of 
chairs sliding behind me indicated otherwise.  I tried to quickly 
lift the cases to cover my probably exposed rear end but the 
weight coupled with the unexpected imbalance of wearing high 
heels caused me to loose my balance and set the cases down hard 
and fall onto my hands.  This caused my dress expander to land 
against the top of the two case of beer and pushed it up to my 
thighs, thoroughly exposing me from the waist down to the 
gathering crowd behind me.  A woman's screech, "ITS A GUY, 
GODDAMN, ITS A GUY IN A DRESS" was the words that started my 
heart to quicken and caused my entire system to go into a panic 
mode.  A quick peak at Ruth and Diane didn't quell my panic any 
because they were both white as ghosts looking behind me.  I 
managed to shuck the shoes easily, thank god for slip ons, and 
got the cases of beer under my arms and hoisted them up to my 
waist, with the tops of the long neck bottles pressing against 
the bottoms of my breasts.  As I stood and got my balance, I saw 
Diane holding the outside door open and I made a bee line for it.  
As I got outside and headed for the car, three guys exited from 
the door to the tavern and started jibing me, "Hey honey, must 
not have much of a cock down there to dress like that", "That's a 
nice mouth, hahahahahahahaha".  As I got to the car, I managed to 
free a few fingers on my right hand to open the handle on the 
door on the passenger side and set the beer roughly in the front 
passenger seat.  I managed to quickly squiggle into the back seat 
of the car.  As the drivers door opened, I looked up and saw Ruth 
carrying my shoes squeeze in beside me and Diane jump in the 
drivers seat.  As the car started and pulled across the parking 
lot, Diane said, "That was fun, lets to it again".  With Ruth 
close beside me, I could almost hear her heart racing as she 
said, "No thanks".

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