"Playing Dress-Up" (Part 1 of 3)

By Orestes

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Maxine woke up, turned over to and stared at me as I 
kept perfectly still. I was pretending to be asleep, as 
I usually did when she woke up this early. It could 
mean only one thing. I sighed and opened my eyes.

"I'm tired Max, couldn't we..." 

"I know, we agreed, you're too pooped in the mornings. 
But I'm  never feel relaxed before bed, and well... 
It's just... I don't mean to nag "  Her voice trailed 
off in that sad way that made my sink into my pillow.

"Okay, okay, just give me a minute....to wake 
up....'kay?" I sighed and  turned over, exhausted. I 
reached over to her hand, but she pulled it away and 
stared out the window. I knew what this meant, as my 
stomached  grumbled and I gritted my teeth swallowing 
my bubbling anger. 

"I'm sorry Crystal. I just....need...you know....." She 
said in her best martyred little voice. Times like this 
were what made me want to leave her. To smack the shit 
out of her. To break down in tears for her selfishness 
in even putting me through it. I'd lived with her since 
I was fifteen  years old and this was the one sick 
little kink that I had to put up with.

I got up and sulked into the closet. She watched as I 
fetched the paper bag and carried it back to out bed, 
as I've done so  many times before. I threw it on the 
bed bluntly. Maxine flinched at my  barely suppressed 
anger. 

"Well...WHAT? " I barked, hoping she'd back down and we 
could make love without the fucking bag, for a change, 
like we used to,

a long time ago. 

"Honey, it just helps me....you know. Please don't be 
like this. I love you Crystal. Please don't make it so 
ugly, okay? " Maxine said through her salty quivering 
chin. I frowned, but was torn. My heart was weakening 
seeing  her there like that, and though it killed me to 
admit it, I knew she was suffering  too.

She couldn't help it. This was just what aroused her 
the most.

I pulled the contents of the bag out and  fumbled out 
of my night gown and poured out the bag full of stuff, 
in tears.

She knew how much it cost us to play this game. Times 
like this, she had a hard time dealing with the guilt 
of knowing how repulsed this little game made me. 

But her fingers decided otherwise as she gutlessly 
avoided my gaze and started  gathering up the bag's 
contents. She fingered herself  as she started dressing 
me...

*****

I was never one to take kindly to bullying. I took my 
share of it in high school - before I discovered the 
fine art of skipping out. Anyhow, with a few more years 
under my belt, I just don't have much patience for 
bullies.

In my work, I fought through all the male biased crap 
to become a respected talent agent, with several of the 
actors and models I represent within inches of stardom. 
I can smell my big break coming.

So if I wasn't going to take bullying at school or at 
work, I sure as crap wasn't going to accept bullying at 
home, of all places. Not after we dropped most of our 
savings into buying into our condo, anyway.

" This is a load of crap, " I told the condo board. " 
Just because one unit has a leak, it doesn't mean that 
we all have to shell out for to replace every roof in 
the development. "

Maxine knew better than to try to keep me quiet. She 
sat beside me with a little smile, and allowed me to 
vent my frustration.

" If we replace one roof, " explained Rebecca Mitchell, 
in an icy voice, " we have to do them all. It would 
look atrocious to have one roof differ from the others. 
We're just not *that* kind of development. "

" It all sounds like a money grab to me, " I continued. 
" Mrs. Richards just wants a more attractive roofing 
material... and you don't mind a bit, do you Rebecca ? 
After all, your son does the contracting work. "

There was muted gasp around the room. No one had dared 
question Rebecca Mitchell about this conflict of 
interest before. Well, fuck 'em. There was no way I was 
going to roll over and spend another five thousand 
dollars just a month after moving in.

I mean, Christ, it was like everyone was just too 
terrified of this woman to speak against her. I had 
noticed the way that the predominantly young white 
couples in this community seemed to pussyfoot around 
her. To tell the truth, it made me a little sick.

Why wouldn't anyone else stand with me ?

Rebecca was giving me this cold glare. Everyone else in 
the room seemed to find sudden interest in wiping the 
lint from their pants, and checking the polish on their 
shoes. I felt like... well, like suddenly I had a big 
red and white target painted on my forehead.

The president of the board spoke again, with that same 
icy calmness that seemed to paralyse everyone else in 
the neighbourhood. " Well, I'm glad for the feedback, 
but maybe we should just put this to a vote now. "

Fucking politics. I guess you sort of expect back room 
deals and coercion amongst professional politicians. 
But I didn't really expect it here. Hell, this witch 
was asking every couple in this development to shell 
out thousands of dollars, just so that her friend could 
get a nice new roof, and so her son could pad his 
pockets. I knew that some of these couples couldn't 
afford it.

Paula and Mike Brooks couldn't afford it. Mike had been 
out of work the last couple of months. And Paula 
wouldn't just let it slip by, I was sure, but I'll be 
damned if they didn't raise their hands in favour of 
the motion.

Just the previous day, my close friend Kristina 
Albertson had complained loudly to me about the dirty 
workings of the condominium board, but now that push 
came to shove, her hand was raised with the others. It 
left Maxine and I as the only people in the room in 
disagreement.

" The motion is carried, " announced Rebecca, still 
giving me a glare.

I stewed about it for the next week. Privately, a lot 
of the people in the condo complex seemed to agree with 
us. I didn't really want to start a war over this, but 
I got the feeling that some of the people really 
wouldn't stand up to Rebecca without someone to lead 
the fight.

" I really do admire your courage, Crystal, " Kristina 
told me conspiratorially. " Not too many people ever 
stand up to the condo board the way you did last 
Friday. "

Kristina had been a friend of mine, from the agency, 
for years. In fact, she was the one who urged us to 
have a look at this community. I think she puts some 
effort into playing the part of the office nerd, with 
glasses too big for her face, and a just-slightly-out-
of-fashion wardrobe. In reality, she was one of the 
best agents around, and could negotiate circles around 
most anyone I know.

As much as Maxine had tried to calm me down (a 
relationship needs at least *one* level head, and 
despite our other little problems, she was it), I was 
still worked up about it. Kristina's casual attitude 
had me steamed. " Well then why didn't you vote my way? 
All it would take is a simple majority, and she 
couldn't push us around. "

" I don't think you understand. As a survival tactic, 
I'm careful not to piss of Rebecca Mitchell. If you 
think that I play hardball, you haven't seen anything. 
Some of the stories going around about her... she lives 
for this kind of challenge. I'm actually surprised that 
she hasn't done anything to you yet."

" Like what ? Hell, she runs the condo board, not the 
CIA. "

Nonetheless, most of our neighbours seemed to view it 
the same way. Although they were sympathetic, they 
seemed to be watching with a morbid curiosity, and were 
absolutely sure that Rebecca would put me 'back in 
line.'

*****

That evening I was still fuming over our spineless 
neighbours and the whole Rebecca thing, when I saw 
Maxine with that look in her eye. You know, * that *  
look.

I sighed and really made her suffer this time for it. I 
was tired of defending  myself In the outside world and 
here she was coming at me from inside too? I shuddered 
at what our friends would say at seeing how bizarre 
things had become between us. Her appetites were 
getting stronger over time. 

True, there were only clothes, right? Sure they don't 
fit, and I look like a damned fool in them. They were 
just ordinary clothes. Clothes of a high school girl, 
much like I had been when I met Max. 

Okay.... it wasn't the JUST clothes. It's what they 
represent. 

It was about a lie. We spent each day meticulously 
avoiding our past. But in our own ways, we lived out 
our twisted secret. I did it in my private writing. Max 
did it in this sad little sex game.

I felt like a fucking freak show parading around the 
bed while she watched. Wasn't this what guys were into? 
Well, guys were probably into lingerie, not some 
ordinary fifteen year old girl's clothes!  I always 
believed that living with a woman would help me escape 
from typical male perversions.  

But as much as I hated Maxine replaying this chapter of 
her life, I could never let anyone know her * past *. 
What she'd done with me was immoral, but what she'd 
down with Lucy was illegal, Lucy being her student and 
all. 

Maybe the illicit nature of their affair was the reason 
that Lucy was still at the centre of Maxine's fantasy 
life. Why the clothes in the bag were hers...

not mine.

I just wished that she loved me enough to not make this 
everything. Our whole relationship. 

I'm not Lucy, I proudly thought as I tearfully I did my 
hair in twin pony tails.

*****

The next Saturday, as I tanned out by the pool, the 
battle between Rebecca Mitchell and I flared up again. 
It both began and ended in a matter of five minutes.

" Hello Crystal, " Rebecca Mitchell sat down beside me. 
The woman was in her forties, and had two adult sons 
who also lived in the condo complex. The way she 
strolled around the grounds, like some sort of a queen, 
always picked me.

What picked me more was the way everyone just seemed to 
let her get away with everything. And that look in here 
eyes. The look she was giving me now was almost the 
same look I so often dreaded from Maxine. Her eyes just 
glowed with excitement.

Mostly Rebecca's trips were just little indignities. 
Like the way she forced Susan Allen to rent a garage 
outside of the complex so that no one would have to 
look at her crappy second-hand car. Or when Paula 
Brooks took some odd jobs around the complex, to help 
make ends meet, Rebecca actually forced her to wear 
this silly little uniform to make sure everyone *knew* 
that she was an *employee* now. The similarities made 
me shudder, I mean the whole costume thing, although 
Paula's was a real costume, not like me and Maxine's 
stuff. Those were just clothes, thank god! 

" You know, when you two applied to join the complex, I 
wasn't sure that it would really be appropriate to 
welcome a couple of lesbians into our community. Some 
of the other couples thought it might be politically 
fashionable to have a pair of resident lesbians. Well, 
I didn't argue with them. "

" How big of you. " I said masking the storm inside.

" Of course, I've had time to reconsider now. It really 
doesn't set a very good example, does it ? An aberrant 
lifestyle is one thing if the participants keep to 
themselves, and don't cause problems. It's quite 
another when they begin to make waves. "

" Listen, Rebecca..." I said, my throat going dry.

" I've already listened. I listened to you at the board 
meeting. Yes... I think everyone heard what you had to 
say. "

I sat up in my lounge chair both fearful and furious. 
Her attitude was unbelievable. She just went on 
talking, as if I should be honoured to be  sitting with 
her. She was fully dressed in a smart business suit, 
and despite us both sitting on lounge chairs at the 
pool's edge, she made me feel like it  was *me* who was 
dressed improperly.

" Did you know that I'm a lawyer, Crystal ?"

I froze, afraid my body language would show.

" Yeah. I think I heard that somewhere. " I coolly 
replied.

" It was quite an allegation you made, that I would 
support a resolution, just because it benefits my son. 
That's almost...

...slanderous, actually. " 

Danger. Hell, you'd have to live in L.A. to know how 
easily a frivolous law suit can come up. There was no 
way I was going to let her know how vulnerable I really 
was OR back down, but her words scared me shitless.  
You've got to walk on egg shells when talking to 
lawyers in L.A., that's for sure.

" Did you also know that I work for the district 
attorney's office ?"

" No, I..."  hating how weak that came out.

" Hush. I was talking. As I was saying, the D.A.'s 
office does a lot  of investigations. There might be 
one that's of interest to you. "

This was almost funny. What the heck did she think she 
could dig up on me ?

" New technology brings about new sorts of crimes. I 
began an investigation a few days ago into on-line 
pornography. "

Oh shit. Lucy. It's all coming out. She knows...oh god, 
oh god.

" It seems that someone calling herself GlamBamMam is 
publishing pornography on the internet.  You wouldn't 
know anything about that, would you Crystal ?"

I had to fight from laughing! Yeah, this was 
embarrassing as hell, but thank GOD this was all she 
had! I can't believe here I was ready to  - 

SHEEZZZ!!! * This * was her big secret? Yeah, so I 
wrote erotica under a silly  name. Half my readers 
we're probably husbands of all my best girlfriends, and  
maybe some of their wives read it too, so what ?  I 
felt a flood of blessed relief  that me and Maxine had 
once again escaped dangerous exposure, and was about to 
launch into my boring defence of freedom of speech, but 
the queen bitch  just rolled right along...

" Yes, it seems that she writes about all sorts of 
naughty things. Some of her stories include teenagers, 
and blackmail, and all sorts of humiliating things.  
Things that go well beyond community standards. Quite 
sickening really. "

I frowned, remembering some of my raunchier stories and 
seeing the faces of  people like Kristina flinching at 
my love of humiliation. It could be tricky to  explain. 
But I had been careful. Always used a pen name when I 
posted.  Sure, maybe I had let some real life 
information slip out once I knew someone  online, but I 
couldn't believe Rebecca Mitchell had made the 
connection.  Surely she was fishing and had only 
tracked it down to this complex. 

She would've already nailed me if she had proof right? 

But the threat in her voice was apparent. I didn't know 
quite yet what she was threatening to do. I mean, I 
couldn't actually be convicted of a crime for writing 
this stuff, could I ?

" It would be a shame if this sort of thing became 
attached to your reputation, wouldn't it ? I'm not sure 
you'd be able to draw many actresses or models as 
clients... or at least perhaps not the kind you're 
looking for. You could help in casting silly porn 
films, or models for dirty magazines maybe. Does that 
kind of career move interest you ?"

Rebecca was fishing for a pressure point. If frivolous 
litigation didn't scare me, maybe criminal charges 
would. If that didn't do it, maybe she could threaten 
my career. The truth was, I was more fearful than she 
knew... not about what *she* could do to me, but of 
what Maxine would do if she  found out about my 
internet stories. 

Some were about.....clothes. 

I'd changed the names of course, but Maxine would know 
I'd violated an unspoken rule between us. Silence. I 
needed her more than she needed me.  That's why she got 
away with what she did, and I couldn't risk Maxine  
finding out that I'd was capable of turning personal 
private details our sex life into disgusting little 
smut stories! Especially where I'd lied and wrote 
myself  as enjoying the whole thing! It would KILL her, 
and me...

A long minute of silence passed between us. She was 
watching me with a tight-lipped, satisfied little 
smile.

" What exactly do you want from me ?" I spat out. 

" Not much. You know, it's a shame we got off on the 
wrong foot, Crystal. I'm sure my son Eric would like to 
entertain you sometime. In fact, seeing  you here now, 
all trim and tanned beside the pool, you seem just his 
type. "

" Rebecca...You're kidding - 

" Call me Mrs. Mitchell... and yes, I know you're a 
dyke, Crystal.  It's just quite silly this whole 
lesbian nonsense, that's all. I've seen Eric looking at 
you. I'm sure he could awaken a more natural desire in 
you than your usual sordid proclivities. If you'll just 
take let him take you out for dinner... then I'll 
forget this whole thing. "

My face was burning with anger at the NERVE!!! I 
flashed on tossing  this cruel monster into the pool, 
but  I thought better of it. She did, after all, work 
for the D.A.'s office.

" Go fuck yourself, you sick bitch, " I spat, instead.

Her expression didn't change. She almost, in a perverse 
way, seemed pleased by my resistance. She had this air 
of self confidence that I couldn't fucking stand. It 
was obvious she felt she'd already won, and  knew I'd 
come crawling back to ask her son for a fucking date!

And as crazy as it was, I couldn't say I wouldn't.

Okay, so I was a bit rattled. I remembered what 
Kristina had told me about this woman. It was no wonder 
all the neighbours were afraid of her. This bitch was a 
total psycho. But there was no where to run.

I couldn't ask Maxine to move out of this community 
just weeks after moving in. Not without a damned good 
reason, anyhow. She would suspect something,  
especially with her little secrets hounding us! She was 
so squirrely  and paranoid about people knowing about 
her thing for younger gals, she would never accept some 
half-baked explanation. 

Either way, I was screwed. If Rebecca blew the whistle 
on my stories, not only would Maxine never trust me 
again, it would only be a matter of time before the 
whole  Thing came spilling out and people not only 
crucified us for our age difference, but Maxine for the 
whole Lucy thing. I knew she wasn't a pedophile (or at 
least, that's what I convinced myself to believe) but 
as a teacher, she'd be toast, and t would be all MY 
fault! What the fuck was I THINKING writing this stuff? 
Talk about fucking yourself!!!

In desperation, I went to see Kristina. She had 
experience here, and she's always been on my side. I 
just needed to know how far Rebecca would press this 
thing.

" She's fucking crazy, " I told Kristina, over a glass 
of lemonade. " And I just want to end this fight. Does 
she hold grudges for long ?"

" What did she dig up on you ?"

" Pardon me ?" I froze for the second time today, my 
nerves were totally shot.

" Yesterday you were gearing up for a fight. Now you're 
looking for a way out. I've seen how Rebecca Mitchell 
works. She must have dug up something pretty nasty to 
get you this rattled. "

I felt my face go white and felt weak and light headed. 
So that was it. Everyone else knew.

At the meeting they sat there, knowing exactly how 
crazy and  dangerous this woman was, but no one would 
warned me. Now they were circling to watch how severely 
Rebecca would punish me for daring to speak against 
her. Thank god Kristina was on my side.

No, that's not right. It's not like the others women 
were on Rebecca's side.

It was just the subtle pleasure of knowing that the 
beast was focused on someone else. Relief almost.

" Okay, so she has something that'll hurt me bad, " I 
admitted, for the first time showing a little emotion. 
"I just want to know how far she'll go with this. "

Kristina took a more sympathetic tone.

" It's not that bad, Crystal. She gets everyone 
eventually. She just really loves these power games. If 
you play along with her, she'll get tired of kicking 
you around. Honestly, she'll soon find someone else to 
torture. Remember Susan Allen renting that garage, or 
Paula Brooks agreeing to wear that embarrassing little 
uniform ? 

I nodded as my face went flush remembering how the 
other women, myself included, got quite a charge out of 
Susan having to park outside the complex  in a separate 
garage and walk in as people smirked, let along poor 
Paula's domestic service clothes. Something about the 
image of our whole complex knowing about Paula dressing 
up like that was strangely arousing to me.

" Crystal, they were BOTH once in your shoes, squirming 
just like you! Did everyone talk? Of course, that the 
point, public ridicule. But it's over now,  and the 
most Susan and Paula have to endure is everyone knowing 
what  they're willing to stoop to, that's all. Rebecca 
forgave them and things are fine. "

" Just don't piss her off again. Knuckle under and give 
her a little show, and you'll be fine too. " 

I stared for a long time at the floor, frowning at her 
words. 

Play along ?

I don't think Kristina had any idea of what playing 
along would mean to me. It would mean going on a date 
with Rebecca's son. It would mean flushing my 
relationship with Maxine. We were hanging my a thread 
as it was.

I couldn't stand the thought of losing Maxine. I'd been 
with her since I was a little fifteen year old. She was 
like a mother, friend, lover and pain in the  ass all 
rolled into one. I didn't realise,(clothes aside), now 
much I really DID  care until I faced actually losing 
her. I fought the tears as I continued staring  numbly 
at the ground.

If I DIDN'T do it, the whole thing would come down on 
us. 

No, here. 

I sighed, knowing I had no choice but to go along so 
that Rebecca would lose her taste for blood. Maybe 
there was still hope that she wouldn't discover about 
me being underage, or learn about Maxine and Lucy years 
before me. 

It's not easy for me to back away from a fight. 
Especially so quickly, before I've even had my chance 
to get my licks in. Nonetheless, a few minutes later, I 
was walking back past the pool towards Mrs. Mitchell's 
condo, just sure that everyone could the shame of 
defeat on my face.

I had wrapped a towel around my waist when I went to 
Kristina's place from the pool, but I was still wearing 
only my bikini top, which made me feel a little 
underdressed, standing at Rebecca Mitchell's door. It 
reminded me of the way her eyes had wandered over me 
appraisingly when suggesting that her son, Eric, might 
like me.

" Oh, it's you, " she said, in mock surprise.

My face reddened. This moment was almost more than I 
could stand. I was just like all the other women who 
lived in the complex, here to kiss Rebecca Mitchell's 
ass. On some level, I was already plotting my revenge. 
Someday, I'd find a way to take this bitch down.

It was so humiliating and...

made me feel like I was in high school again...

with the other girls laughing at me because I was flat-
chested...

and I would just blush, and take it.

Self consciously, I folded my arms in front of me, and 
cleared my throat.

" Hi Mrs. Mitchell. Um, I'm sorry about what I said by 
the pool..." the shame of submission was heating my 
blood.

I hoped, belatedly, that Rebecca hadn't actually read 
much of the stories I wrote on the internet. If she 
read the way my characters get off on being abused and 
humiliated, she might assume I was the same way. I also 
hoped that she didn't notice the way I was squirming 
under her gaze.

" And..." she said, expectantly.

" And I'd really love to go out with Eric, and set 
things straight between us. "

" That's a good girl, " she responded, as if praising a 
pet for a trick. " I'll have Eric pick you up at 
seven."

There was a knot in my stomach the rest of the day. The 
timing wasn't actually bad. Maxine was off on a 
conference for the weekend, and so I didn't have to 
make an excuse for going out. My real concern was that 
the neighbours might see me. I would just die if anyone 
guess what price I had to pay to make peace with the 
queen.

And, of course, there was the risk that word would get 
back to Maxine when she returned on Sunday evening.

So I spent the remainder of the afternoon in nervous 
anticipation. I tried to remember if I had ever met 
Eric before. Of course, I knew his older brother, 
Eddie, who did all of the repairs and renovations 
around the community. But Eric... I couldn't connect 
the face to the name.

It was silly of me to get that nervous feeling that 
people always get before a date. Not that I've ever had 
much experience dating. Maxine and I got together when 
I was fifteen years old, and so I didn't ever spend 
much time playing the field. Nonetheless, I got that 
nervous, "what am I going to wear" feeling, like I was 
going on a job interview or something.

It was silly too that I showered, and did my hair, and 
wore some nice panties for the date. Fuck, that's 
embarrassing. Okay, so I didn't know exactly how far 
Mrs. Mitchell expected me to go with her son. I hoped 
that he would be nice about everything, but I still 
couldn't help but think that maybe he would want to 
kiss a little, or do some groping or something.

By seven, I was waiting by the window in a carefully 
chosen outfit, with a sickeningly submissive feeling in 
the pit of my stomach. I couldn't believe what I was 
willing to do to keep my secret, just hoping that Mrs. 
Mitchell would eventually tire of this game.

He was late. I felt like such a fool, waiting at the 
window for a half hour before he arrived. Finally, a 
car pulled up, and Eric honked his horn.

This was it. As quickly as I could manage, I scrambled 
into his car. I hoped that no one had seen me.

Too late, I recognized him. Fuck. This was the pig that 
had been hitting on me the first day that I moved into 
the complex. He had been with a couple of friends, and 
had made a few comments about how nice my ass looked as 
I carried in moving boxes.

I had responded with a few taunts about his language 
and grooming skills.

" Hi baby, you ready for our date ?"

" Uh, yeah. Let's go, " I said, betraying my nerves 
about being seen by the neighbours. I hoped he didn't 
interpret it as enthusiasm on my part.

At around twenty, he was a couple of years younger than 
me. He drove a nice sports car, no doubt paid for by 
his mother, and looked every bit the spoiled son. 
Expensive clothing, jewellery... and now his mother had 
even given him a classy girlfriend.

Fuck, I felt like a prize hog... just about to be 
brought in for the slaughter.

And speaking of pork, he brought to a barbecue rib 
restaurant. Wonderful. Men and meat. Just my kind of 
evening.

No complaints, I promised myself. Anything to get on 
Mrs. Mitchell's good side... for now.

So I smiled and laughed politely while he talked like a 
fourteen year old about his favourite bands and comic 
book characters. He seemed totally oblivious to the 
fact that I had brushed him off that first day we met. 
I guess he's really gotten used to having things handed 
to him by his mother, and he didn't really question it 
anymore.

It was almost two hours before we were out of the 
restaurant. It was going to take me a really long 
shower to wash away the smell of cigarette smoke and 
animal flesh.

As for Eric, now that one appetite had been filled, he 
began to work on his next one.

" Yeah, you're not bad. Mom says you used to be a 
lesbian or something. Was she serious ? "

I almost choked on that. " No. Not 'used to be' - I 
*am* a lesbian. "

" Shit - I guess that means you make out with other 
chicks. Man, I'd like to see that sometime. "

I wasn't about to offer an invitation. Eric reached one 
of his big hands over and began to rub up and down the 
inside of my leg as he drove. As much as it gave me the 
creeps, even worse was the fact that he hadn't wiped 
his hands very well after the restaurant. Little 
smudges of barbecue sauce were rubbing off on my legs 
and skirt as he ventured further towards my crotch.

And I let him do it. I wasn't submitting to him, I had 
to remind myself. This was for Mrs. Mitchell. Somehow, 
that made it better.

Hell, I'd rather be bested by a cruel icy bitch like 
Rebecca Mitchell than a dumb jerk like her son. I'm 
ashamed to admit it, but some part of this really 
charged up my sexual imagination. It was stuff that I 
probably would have used in one of my stories, before I 
was caught, that is.

Eric's big sticky fingers pushed roughly against the 
crotch of my panties. I looked around to see if any of 
the other drivers could see anything. This was fucking 
humiliating, being toyed with by this guy while he 
drove around in another of his toys.

"  You've got a wet one for me, dont'cha ? "

God no. It was just the white hot shame of the 
situation, as my panties  thankfully shielded me from 
his further debasing prodding! I couldn't control 
myself. My embarrassment grew as I wondered if he'd 
reveal this little detail to his mother. I'd never be 
able to look her in the eyes again.

" Maybe... " I squeaked out, not wanting to argue.

" Unbutton your blouse, " he told me casually. " I want 
to see those titties. I've had my eye on those for a 
while. "

Could this evening get any worse ? I considered telling 
him to turn the  car around right then, as his fingers 
across my panties seemed less a  violation than him 
seeing my naked breasts on this mock date! Jesus his 
nerve -  Not only was I being paraded around town in 
his sports car as some sort of prize,  but now he 
expected me to show him my tits while in public. 
Slowly, with shaking hands, I began to unbutton my 
blouse. I held it closed, careful not to reveal myself 
to other drivers.

Apparently site of my bra wasn't going to be enough, so 
to appease him, I timidly pulled my bra up above my 
breasts, and opened my blouse just a little so that he 
could see. He almost swerved off the road as he 
consumed the sight as I felt stupid for being proud 
that he liked them this much. The prick was enjoying 
this little game.

" They/re okay. Not as nice as I imagined. Let me have 
a feel. " He said  without even the slightest hint of 
awareness for my feelings. I knew he was an oaf who I 
wouldn't wipe my feet on under normal circumstances, 
but it still hurt. I felt silly and like a depressed 
high school girl , sitting there with my boobs on some 
bargain rack!

His free hand snaked into my blouse, marking my blouse 
with barbecue sauce on its way. I just sat there dumbly 
while this guy squeezed my hard nipples between his 
fingers, still numb from his insults and angry at my 
growing  passivity.

" Oh, man. This is too much. I can't wait any longer. "

He withdrew his hand from my blouse, which was a 
relief. The relief was short lived. He took the 
opportunity to begin to unzip his jeans, and work his 
cock out from his underwear.

    " Come on. Take care of it for me. "

   This was more than embarrassing. Even in the hours 
leading up the date, I didn't expect that things would 
ever get this far. Now, for the first time in my life, 
there was a real hard cock in front of me, and he 
expected me to please him. I know that sound 
ridiculous, but as I said before, Maxine and I got 
together when I was pretty young, and I hadn't fooled 
around with guys.

   I didn't have to do this, did I ?

   Then I thought again about Mrs. Mitchell. That cold 
glare she gives. A weird sexual chill wend down my 
spine. No, I didn't want to piss her off any further. 

   I unfastened my seat belt and crawled up onto the 
seat. Somehow, I couldn't imagine doing this in a 
sitting position, so I knelt there in the passenger's 
seat, and brought my face down into his lap. 

   His cock. Okay, so I didn't have much to compare it 
to, but it seemed short and thick to me. I mean, I've 
seen magazines and stuff, and all the guys just seemed 
to have longer, thinner dicks. Or maybe that was just a 
camera thing (like the camera adding ten pounds, or 
something). 

   He groaned as I flicked him with my tongue. I was 
delaying putting this thing into my mouth. The whole 
idea repulsed me. Not only had Rebecca Mitchell beaten 
me, but now she had turned me into a cheap hooker for 
her son, blowing him while he drove around town, 
showing off his car. 

   " Hurry it up, baby, I need to cum so badly. "

   His big old sticky hand buried itself in my hair as 
he pushed the back of my head downwards. 

   So that was it. I allowed his fat cock into my 
mouth, and began to suck it as best I could. I wouldn't 
want him telling mommy that I didn't put in an effort. 
Fuck, that's twisted. 

   I began to bob my head up and down in his lap, 
hoping like hell that no one in the cars surrounding us 
could see what I was doing. I choked a couple of times 
as he pushed too hard against the back of my throat.

   The car slowed now. Eric had pulled onto a main 
drag, where everyone slowed down to check out the cars, 
the dance clubs, and the people. I heard a group of 
guys hooting and hollering from a big truck as they 
passed by. 

   " Way to go, buddy !" they congratulated Eric, as I 
continued to try to get him off.

   His breathing was getting short now, and I might not 
know a lot about men, but I knew he would cum soon. 
Like a true gentleman, he held my head tightly, to make 
sure he would cum in my mouth. 

   " Hey, how are you doing tonight, ladies ?" I heard 
Eric's voice. The fucking prick. He was actually 
flirting with some women in the next car while I 
prepared to swallow his seed. 

   It came without warning. Suddenly, my mouth was 
filling with his bitter load, and I did all I could to 
choke it down. He continued to push my head up and down 
as I took my first taste of semen. 

   When he finally released me, I choked and sputtered 
as I pulled my head out of his lap. 

   I should have known better. The women that Eric had 
been flirting with were still right beside us, and 
watched I retreated from his cock, a thick rope of 
sperm and drool connecting my lower lip with his 
manhood. My blouse still hung open, and my hard little 
nipples were plainly visible.

   I wanted to scream, ' No... I'm not just some stupid 
cock sucker, who will service any guy who's mommy buys 
him a nice car. '

   But that's what I felt like, and they could see it 
in my face. 

   And I could see something in one of their faces too. 
The passenger. Recognition. 

   Oh, fuck. This was one of the women that Maxine 
worked with. I met her at the Christmas party. 

   Quickly, I ducked my head back into Eric's lap. I 
didn't want to give her time to place me.

   " That's right, baby, " Eric cooed. " You get every 
last drop. "

   I could hear the women from the next car laughing to 
themselves.

***

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