"Shaken - Part 2"

By Orestes

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   Kaitlyn Parker couldn't force herself to sleep. 

   For two weeks, she had lied to herself, and had 
suppressed the part of herself that would search for 
the real answers. The Blueberry shakes had made it 
easy, she realized. They suppressed anxiety. They made 
her fit in with the other women.

   And even now, she longed to be that wonderful, 
uninhibited creature who lived for sexual pleasure.

   Everything would be so easy if she would just give 
in to her desires. However, there was a strong part of 
Kaitlyn that refused. It was the same part of her that 
had left home in her late teens to pursue academics 
despite the protests of her parents. It was the part of 
her that had achieved a masters degree in less than 
four years, before returning home for her parents' 
funeral.

   That stubborn, inquisitive part of Kaitlyn was 
reawakened as she stumbled out of the office of Dr. 
Phil Connelly, with the tastes of Pineapple and semen 
mingling in her throat. There was a swell of emotions 
in her chest as she realized what she had just done. 
Exhilaration. Depravity. Satisfaction. But somewhere 
within her, there was also a deep sense of humiliation 
about what she was becoming.

   He hadn't even asked for it. She dropped to her 
knees, and invited him into her mouth. She came twice 
while kneeling beneath him, worshipping his cock. 

   It was every bit the opposite of Kaitlyn's normally 
conservative self, and as sexy as she felt at that 
moment, she absolutely knew that it was the result of 
the Pineapple shake she had just greedily consumed. 

   So she lay in bed alone, her mind whirling through 
the events of the last two weeks, and tried to keep 
herself from masturbating.

   When she woke from a fitful slumber the next 
morning, her body ached from some unknown exertion. 
Kaitlyn's nipples had been sensitive for over a week, 
and now felt even more swollen than before. Her stomach 
and thighs seemed tight from exercise, although she had 
done nothing physical the day before.

   A thought struck her.

   Goddamn, she scolded herself. I forgot about the e-
mail I sent. Maybe I'll be able to find some answers 
after all.

   The thought prompted her to dress quickly, and begin 
her walk to the library. It had been a week since she 
sent the e-mail to her friend, Ellen Caplan, asking for 
information about Baldwin Pharmaceuticals. A sense of 
excitement filled her belly. As long as she stayed 
focused, she had a chance of figuring out this whole 
bizarre chain of events.

   It wasn't until she approached the library that she 
became aware that she had forgotten to wear her bra and 
panties today. She cursed silently at the short skirt 
she had chosen in her haste. It wasn't like her to be 
so careless. 

   " Hi Katie, " chirped Amanda as Kaitlyn approached 
the front doors of the little library building.

   " Amanda ? What are you doing here ? I don't have 
you scheduled until the afternoon. "

   " Oh, I was just feeling a little restless, and I 
decided to come down and check how you were doing. I 
was wondering what you needed to see the doctor about 
yesterday ?"

   Kaitlyn felt self-conscious now. She was painfully 
aware that the short skirt she was wearing was little 
cover for her bare ass and pussy, and of how her 
swollen nipples must appear through the thin blouse she 
wore today. But that wasn't all...

   Something about the way that Amanda was talking made 
her feel... inferior. The young woman had never called 
her 'Katie' before. She was probing for information. 
For gossip. It was like she knew that Kaitlyn had 
switched to the stronger Pineapple shakes.

   Kaitlyn's face went red.

   " Why don't we go inside, " she said, smoothing down 
the front of her skirt. " I need to talk to you about 
something. "

   The two women walked into the library office. 
Kaitlyn had a hard time resisting her instincts to walk 
behind the younger girl.

   Kaitlyn sat at the computer, and breathed deeply. 
Even in her own head, everything sounded crazy. She 
didn't know how her thoughts would seem to anyone else. 
But if she had to trust anyone, it was Amanda. The 
young woman looked up to her. Even idolized her in a 
way.

   " I think there's something wrong with the shakes 
we're drinking, " Kaitlyn began. Amanda was smiling in 
an almost condescending sort of way, but nodded for 
Kaitlyn to continue.

   " Please, Amanda, just listen carefully. I think I 
knew something was wrong since the beginning. Some 
things about me changed in a way that at first I 
thought was harmless. Suppression of anxiety... 
increased assertiveness... sexual energy..." 

   The younger woman laughed involuntarily.

   " What ?"

   " I don't know, Katie, it just seems like you're 
worrying yourself over nothing. So you feel a little 
more self-confident and get a bit horny when you drink 
the meal replacement shakes ? Is that anything to get 
all worked up about ?"

   Kaitlyn's frustration was beginning to show as tears 
welled up in her eyes. More than anything, she wanted 
Amanda to believe her. She needed someone she could 
trust to stand by her.

   " No, you don't get it. Those are just the initial 
symptoms. The more I drank the shakes, the more severe 
it became. There are physical symptoms. My breasts are 
tender and swollen. So are my lips. I've lost five 
pounds..."

   Amanda was shaking her head in amusement. Kaitlyn 
could tell that she wasn't being taken seriously. When 
had this happened ? When had she lost the younger 
girl's respect ?

   " God, Amanda, I really need you on my side. 
Everything is getting out of control, and I can't trust 
myself to think straight. I think I'm addicted to the 
shakes. I spend every moment craving my next taste, and 
it gets worse every day. Think about it... try to think 
about how weird it is that Penny and Erin are now 
acting like servants for the other women in town, just 
because they're addicted to a different flavour... and 
now me..."

   Through teary eyes, she watched the younger girl for 
a reaction.

   " I'm sorry, " Amanda giggled, " but it's hard to 
take you seriously while you're spreading your legs 
like that. "

   Kaitlyn looked down at herself. It was a stupid, 
absent minded motion, and it left her body completely 
exposed at the edge of her seat. The lips of her pussy 
glistened from her almost constant state of arousal. 
She quickly brought her legs together, and began to sob 
with shame.

   " It's happening to me, Amanda. I can feel it. Dr. 
Connelly told me that 20% of the women in the study 
were expected to develop a taste for something more 
than Blueberry. It's happening to me, and I can't stop 
it. Soon, I'll be just like Penny and Erin are. Weak 
and stupid. All of the other women will know. They'll 
see me becoming a bimbo, and they'll laugh about it, 
not seeing that they've been changed too. "

   Amanda's expression was slightly more sober. " You 
can't be serious about this... there's no way you could 
ever end up like Penny. She's not like us... she's..."

   " She's exactly where I'll be in a week. Tell me you 
can't feel it already. You called me Katie this 
morning. You've never called me that before. You have 
trouble taking me seriously now. It's only going to get 
worse."

   The girl seemed to conflicted, possibly struggling 
with the same feelings of incredulity that Kaitlyn had 
been wrestling with for over a week. 

   " Okay, what if I believe you. What do you want me 
to do ?"

   " I don't know. I need a couple of weeks to 
investigate everything. In the meantime, I don't think 
that I can force myself to quit the shakes. I just need 
you to look out for me. "

   " I will... I promise. "

   Kaitlyn stood and hugged the young woman. It felt so 
good to have someone on her side. At the same time, she 
realized that with the difficulty she had in convincing 
even her most loyal friend that something was wrong, it 
would be impossible to convince the others. It would 
just be the two of them, and she hoped it would be 
enough.

   For the rest of the morning, Kaitlyn locked herself 
into the library office while Amanda handled the 
customers. She tried not to think about the rumours 
that would begin circulating about her just outside the 
office doors. 

   The way the women would laugh... for some reason it 
made her wet just to think about it.

   Despite herself, Kaitlyn almost felt like she 
deserved their contempt. After all, she *was* drinking 
Pineapple now, and that made her lower than them. 
Weaker.

   Kaitlyn opened her e-mail account anxiously, and 
found a message waiting from Ellen. 

   ' Sorry, Kaitlyn, but Baldwin Pharmaceuticals is a 
privately held firm, and so there's little public 
information in our files. I can only tell you that they 
seem to be a fairly young company, and have been in 
business for less than five years. I hope you find what 
you're looking for. '

   The librarian was determined that she would. She 
began to send out requests for information to anyone 
she could think of. Government agencies. Trade 
magazines. Public records. She fought through the haze 
that was clouding her thoughts to look for answers.

   By the time the library doors closed, and Amanda 
popped her head in the door to say goodbye, Kaitlyn had 
left phone messages and e-mail inquiries with dozens of 
potential information sources. 

   Then she was alone in the building, and her hunger 
returned. As she stood to clear her head, her legs 
almost gave out. 

   Kaitlyn looked herself in the mirror, and could see 
herself trembling. The subtle changes in her appearance 
were beginning to add up. Her lips were pouty and red, 
even without make-up. The here eyes were lit with lust, 
and her cheeks flushed with desire. She needed it now, 
more than ever, and she instinctively knew that even 
the powerful calming effects of the Blueberry shakes 
wouldn't help her. She needed Pineapple. 

   She gathered her purse, and quickly locked up the 
library. As a cool breeze blew down the street, she 
felt it play on the bare skin beneath her skirt. Her 
tender nipples were clearly visible through her thin 
blouse.

   As much as the slutty appearance bothered her, 
Kaitlyn knew that she couldn't wait until she arrived 
home to get a shake. She walked quickly across the 
street towards the general store. She would have to get 
a new case of shakes sometime anyhow.

   Luckily, there were no cars parked in front of the 
store when she arrived. That was a good sign.

   " Good affer'noon, " greeted Mrs. Applebee.

   " Oh, hi, " said Kaitlyn, scanning the aisles 
nervously to make sure she was indeed alone.

   " What can I do you for today ?" The woman had an 
outrageous southern accent that all the school children 
made fun of after visiting the store for candy. They 
would wander into the library afterwards with sticky 
hands, and a new stock of southern slang that drove 
Kaitlyn nuts.

   " Um... I need more of the shakes. "

   " Awl right. Luckily, the doctor brought down s'more 
of the Blueberry un's, 'cause I was runnin' straight 
out. "

   The woman bent to retrieve a package from under the 
counter. 

   " No, I need the..." Kaitlyn's face went totally red 
as she stammered out the words. " I ...um... I mean, 
I've switched to... um... Pineapple. "

   Mrs. Applebee seemed more surprised by Kaitlyn's 
sudden nervousness than her request for the Pineapple 
shakes. " That's jus' fine, deary. It ain't no trouble 
for me. I'll jus' go out back and get y'all a case of 
the Pineapple drink. "

   Once again, Kaitlyn scanned the store, and nervously 
glanced at the door. She tried to calm herself, but it 
was no use. The more she thought of the humiliation of 
switching to the Pineapple flavour, the more aroused 
the became. Then, of course, with the new arousal, came 
a new wave of shame. 

   The southern woman stomped around in the back room, 
searching through boxes of merchandise, leaving Kaitlyn 
staring at the wall behind the counter. Her eyes were 
drawn there, to the adult magazines on the wall. 
Suddenly, she wanted them very badly. The women on the 
covers were posed provocatively, their lips spread in 
mock lust. 

   She couldn't. Not after the way the other women had 
mocked Erin Hansen the previous week for buying 
magazines. 

   Maybe...

   Kaitlyn tried to banish these nasty thoughts from 
her head.

   But maybe... if she bought the magazines, she could 
prevent herself from repeating the way she had thrown 
herself on Dr. Connelly the previous day. She just 
needed something to get rid of her sexual energy.

   " Here they are, deary. " Kaitlyn was stirred from 
her contemplation of the porn magazines as Mrs. 
Applebee re-entered the room. The older woman set a 
case of Pineapple shakes down on the counter.

   " Thanks, " Kailyn said, " Could I have a bag for 
that ?"

   She hoped she wouldn't run into any of the other 
women on the way home.

   " Oh, and... " she couldn't stop herself from 
saying, " I need... a couple of those magazines. "

   Mrs. Applebee looked over her shoulder, as if 
unaware that she even carried the porn magazines. "You 
mean the girly magazines ?"

   Kailyn's pussy moistened with excitement. She could 
feel some of the wetness gathering on her bare thighs 
as her humiliation deepened. " Yes. "

   The store owner paused, waiting for Kaitlyn to 
choose some of the titles. Kailyn's legs were 
trembling, both in anticipation of the nasty images in 
the skin magazines, and of the Pineapple shake she 
would soon be slurping down. 

   " Just give me a couple. Any of them. I don't care. 
"

   The woman dropped two magazines into a brown paper 
bag, and handed them over the counter.

   " Do you want to pay cash, or should I jus' put 
those on your account, deary ?" The woman was trying 
not to embarrass Kaitlyn, but the librarian's face was 
completely red with shame.

   " On my account, " Kaitlyn could barely manage to 
say, and then picked up the bags with the porn 
magazines and, more importantly, the Pineapple shakes. 

   She stepped out into the street again, her body 
screaming for attention. Every thought was centred on 
getting her next taste of the Pineapple drink. It was 
almost more than she could bear. In desperation, she 
looked for a private spot where she could stop and 
drink the shake. The first place that caught her eye 
was the dumpster beside the general store. 

   Kaitlyn walked unsteadily into the alleyway, 
checking the street to see if anyone was passing by. 
Quickly, she stepped around the garbage bin. It didn't 
completely hide her from the street, but it would have 
to do. She just hoped nobody drove by at the wrong 
moment.

   Her excitement growing, Kaitlyn set the bags down on 
the ground, and rummaged through them for a one of the 
shakes she craved so badly. 

   From the street, she could hear a car pulling up to 
the store. Damn. She hoped no one had spotted her 
kneeling in the alleyway, eagerly pulling open one of 
the plastic containers. She desperately hoped that the 
garbage bin been enough cover.

   Despite her anxiety about the vehicle now stopped in 
front of the store, Kaitlyn couldn't wait another 
moment for the Pineapple shake. The sweet aroma rose 
through the air, and in another moment, she was coaxing 
the warm sticky liquid into her mouth.

   Then it all came to her: the rush of sexual energy, 
the lack of inhibition, acceptance of her position in 
the hierarchy of women. 

   When the container was empty, Kaitlyn held it near 
her lips, and began to scoop the warm liquid out with 
her fingers, licking each one in turn. The pleasure was 
intense. Finally, she dropped the plastic container 
into one of the garbage cans beside her, and reached 
for her bags again.

   Then she froze. 

   While rifling through the bags, one of the porn 
magazines had slipped out, and was laying open on the 
ground. The image on the page was of two women, one 
extending her tongue ever so close to the other's 
pussy. Kaitlyn's body shuddered with a rush of 
excitement.

   From out front of the store, she could hear the 
car's engine still running. She could hear a male and a 
female voice conversing. There was still a chance they 
hadn't seen her. Maybe they were talking about 
something else, she fooled herself.

   Kaitlyn could hear the sound of her own breathing as 
she knelt forward and turned the page of the magazine. 
The new images on the next page pushed her arousal even 
deeper. She needed an orgasm now just to think 
straight.

   Spreading her knees apart, she reached under her 
short skirt to the moist and swollen lips of her pussy. 
With the mixed aroma of Pineapple and garbage in her 
nostrils, everything about this scene felt right. It 
felt good to be dressed like a whore, in a short skirt 
and no panties. It felt perfect to be on her knees in 
an alleyway, hidden only by the garbage bins. 

   And, more than anything, it felt wonderful to be 
pushing two and then three fingers at a time into 
herself as she leafed through page after page depicting 
naked whores in mindless poses. Mindless. It felt so 
good to allow herself to be that way for a moment. It 
was such a struggle to keep her mind on anything other 
than sexual pleasure.

   She began to whimper lightly as a small shudder of 
orgasm wracked her body, but as soon as the little 
climax escaped her, she could feel another, larger 
orgasm coming on.

   The conversation was closer now. The male and female 
voices were near the entrance to the alleyway. Maybe 
they wouldn't come, she tried to deceive herself again, 
but even in this mindless state, she knew it was a lie.

   Frantically, she rubbed her wet opening, hoping 
against reason that she could satisfy herself before 
they came upon her. She could hear their foot steps 
just around the other side of the bin. 

   On the page, one of the women straddled the face of 
the other. In her mind's eye, she imagined herself as 
the woman on her back, extending her tongue lewdly for 
the camera. The imagined the woman above as her friend 
Amanda. This so closely mirrored the fantasies that 
Kaitlyn had been harbouring ever since beginning on the 
shakes, that she gasped aloud with pleasure.

   They were nearly behind her now. In desperation to 
cum, Kaitlyn leaned forward amongst the garbage, and 
put her face to the glossy page of the magazine. She 
let her tongue roam along the image of the woman's 
pussy, suspended above the other woman's face.

   In this position, with her face lowered to the 
magazine, but her ass still raised in the air, she 
could feel her short skirt fall up around her waist. 
Her bare ass and pussy were fully exposed as she 
continued to frantically rub herself towards an intense 
climax.

   It was at this moment that the couple found her. 
Kaitlyn couldn't stop herself. She was moments away 
from cumming. She didn't even look up at them, although 
she could see their shadows on the ground beside her. 

   She just pumped her hips back and forth, and 
relished the special humiliation of being found here, 
amongst the garbage, openly masturbating while letting 
her tongue play across the lewd image of a porn 
magazine.

   " Oh my god, is that... ?" the male voice started.

   " It's Katie Parker... from the library," finished 
the female voice, with some amount of amusement.

   Through a new wave of utter humiliation, Kaitlyn 
could feel her body shaking in climax. Her fingers 
dripped with her juices as her body began to buck, and 
she moaned wildly against the magazine. She could feel 
their eyes on her as she completed the degrading scene 
for them by collapsing onto the garbage coated surface 
of the alleyway and thrashing about in pleasure. 

   By the time she caught her breath, and looked up 
from the magazine, the couple was gone. Left behind was 
the dirty, shameful feeling that tickled Kaitlyn's 
pussy with lingering pleasure. Quickly, she scooped up 
her bags, and headed home.

   She dreaded what was sure to happen the following 
day. The rumour would spread quickly amongst the tight 
circle of women who were on the product trial. Kaitlyn 
started out early for work the next morning, hoping to 
avoid seeing anyone in the street. She reminded herself 
to wear panties today, but couldn't find a bra that 
would fit her comfortably now. Her smallish breasts 
were almost a full cup size too larger than her 
conservative bras. Kaitlyn had to settle for a light 
sweater that wouldn't reveal her constantly erect 
nipples.

   Once at the library, she sat down in the office, and 
began to write another e-mail.

   This one was to a medical journal.

   It was hard to keep her mind on what she was 
writing. A part of her was craving to go out and 
interact with the other women. They would further 
humiliate her, she knew, but a part of her longed to 
take her place, however low, in the hierarchy of the 
women.

   She kept the e-mail simple. ' Please don't delete 
this e-mail. It's a serious request. I'm hoping you can 
point me towards any research into a drug that is 
similar to female hormones. It would induce extreme 
sexual arousal, amongst other mental and physical side 
effects. Anything you can send would be of help. "

   Truthfully, she didn't hold out too much hope. The 
early responses from the previous day's requests were 
beginning to appear in her account, and each was more 
disappointing than the last. There was very little 
information to be found anywhere regarding Baldwin 
Pharmaceuticals.

   Luckily, most of the women stayed away until Amanda 
began her shift in the afternoon. Once the younger 
librarian was there, though ,the local women began to 
congregate. They chatted and joked with each other, and 
with Amanda. The way they kept looking at Kaitlyn gave 
her little shivers of arousal. She just knew they were 
talking about her.

   She tried to ignore it, and loaded up her book cart 
to re-shelve some books, but every time she came 
anywhere near the women, there would be a few moments 
of silence as they whispered amongst themselves, 
followed by a round of laughter. 

   The message was clear. She was no longer *one* of 
them. Until she accepted her position as subservient, 
she would be the butt of their jokes.

   " Amanda, may I see you in the office please ?" 
Kaitlyn tried to sound assertive in front of the other 
women, but it didn't come out quite right. Even Amanda 
joined the laughter on that one. Nonetheless, she broke 
away from the other women, and led the way to the 
office. Kaitlyn followed behind obediently.

   " My god, Kaitlyn, I just heard about last night. Is 
it true ?"

   Kaitlyn's face went red. " Yes."

   " And I suppose you're going to blame this on the 
shakes ?"

   " Yes... I mean... no. I mean, I don't know. I just 
can't seem to control myself much anymore. If I just 
had more self control, I wouldn't have let myself do 
it. Oh god, Amanda. You must think so little of me now. 
"

   The younger woman paused. " I'll admit, it's pretty 
hard to take you seriously after I heard the rumours. 
But you're my friend, Kaitlyn, and I've always 
respected you. If you say it's the shakes, I want to 
help you to figure it all out. "

   " Thank you. " Kaitlyn hugged the young woman again, 
trying to suppress the sexual urge sink to her knees 
and show her appreciation more directly. " I'm going to 
keep on trying, but I have to find a way to control 
myself. That's the most important thing right now. "

   For the rest of the day, Kaitlyn fought to keep her 
dignity amongst the town women. It was hard. She got 
the feeling that they could *smell* that she had 
switched to Pineapple flavour. Combined with the rumour 
that was surely circulating about her, Kaitlyn couldn't 
even meet the eyes of the other women. 

   She couldn't deny it. They would know. It was just a 
matter of time until she ended up like Erin or Penny, 
moronically serving every whim of the other women.

   As the library closed, she could feel her appetite 
for the Pineapple shake growing again. She had eaten a 
light lunch, but the food had seemed lifeless compared 
to the wonderful texture and aromas of the meal 
replacement shakes. 

   One thought dominated her mind.

   I have to find a way, she reminded herself. I have 
to find a way to stop myself from slipping further. One 
more public humiliation would end it. She could never 
redeem herself after that.

   Quickly, she walked towards home. Since she had 
returned, she had taken to walking instead of driving. 
It was probably just a habit from her university days. 
Besides, she didn't much enjoy driving the oversized 
pick-up truck she inherited from her father.

   Now, though, that was her destination. It was her 
escape. The only way she could prevent herself from 
another humiliating scene... the only way she could be 
sure... was to get into that truck and drive away 
before drinking the next shake.

   The engine roared in the rusty old truck as Kaitlyn 
pulled it out of the garage for the first time in 
months. On the passenger's seat was the package of 
Pineapple shakes, and, for some impulsive reason, the 
two porn magazines she had bought the previous day. 

   It wasn't long before she was driving too fast on a 
rural road, and the crotch of her panties were soaked 
in anticipation of her next taste of the fragrant 
shake. She tried to resist for as long as she could. 
She needed just a few minutes to get far away from town 
before she could finally indulge herself. 

   Direction didn't matter. The large truck bounced up 
and down from the uneven surface of the road, feeding 
another sensation to Kaitlyn's aroused body. In 
response, she pressed the gas down further, and enjoyed 
the responsive rush of power from the engine. Finally, 
when she couldn't suppress her sexual urges any longer, 
she hastily slammed down on the brakes, and pulled off 
to the side of the road...

   Right in front of the 'Paddock Pub'. An involuntary 
shudder went down Kaitlyn's spine.

   The Paddock was well known locally as a strip club. 
It was, in fact, the only strip club within miles, and 
served the needs of three local towns, and traffic on 
the nearby highway. The parking lot was jammed full of 
cars and trucks for tonight's show.

   Some part of Kaitlyn must have known that she was 
driving in this direction. She couldn't believe she 
could be so stupid. Had she really meant to bring 
herself here, she wondered, or was it just another 
mistake to prove how dull her mind was becoming. 

   Whatever the reason, her timing couldn't have been 
worse. Wednesday. Amateur night.

   Thoughtlessly, one hand drifted down to her damp 
crotch. All her life, the local folk had talked about 
this place in hushed tones. It was like a dirty little 
secret. Sitting here now, thinking her dirty little 
thoughts, Kaitlyn couldn't help but fantasize about 
what it would be like to walk through those doors. It 
would be so naughty of her to step into the room filled 
with  odours of beer, smoke and sex, and watch these 
bimbos display their tits for the audience. 

   With her other hand, she popped open one of the 
plastic containers, and raised the Pineapple shake to 
her lips.

   As soon as the thick drink was on her tongue, her 
decision was made. 

   One step out of the truck, and she dropped the 
plastic container to the ground.

   On her next step, she wiped her mouth with her hand. 

   Each step toward the pub brought a new level of 
excitement. Her heart pounded in her ears as the thrill 
of obscenity raced through her mind. She thought of the 
thrill of walking in to the strip club, surrounded by 
men. She thought of the way they would undress her with 
their eyes.

   Aided by the sweetness of the Pineapple shake, her 
imagination rushed to the next step. She imagined how 
horny it would make her to watch some horny slut 
shaking her body on the stage. Kaitlyn knew how wet 
that would make her. Then, inevitably, she would lose 
control of her inhibitions, and climb onto the stage 
herself.

   She knew exactly how the artificial lust of the 
sticky Pineapple would make her unable to resist the 
lure of exposing herself to these unknown men. She 
could already feel her swollen nipples pressing against 
the fabric of her sweater, and aching to be released.

   The more she thought about it, the more it turned 
her on. She was nearing the doorway now, and her body 
buzzed with anticipation. Everything about this felt 
wonderful. She would open her legs for these men, and 
show them how wet she was. She would linger at the edge 
of the stage, holding out her breasts for their eyes. 

   The door opened and Kaitlyn stepped in. 

   A mischievous smile crossed her face as the men 
began to gawk at her. Everything about her radiated 
sex. 

   Then she saw them. At one table, three of the town 
women were sitting, watching the show. Suddenly, 
Kaitlyn's stomach was filled with anxiety again. Jenna 
Klein looked her way, and their eyes met. 

   Kaitlyn could hide nothing. These women knew. Jenna 
nudged her friends, and they too looked her way. The 
women laughed amongst themselves. They knew exactly 
what she was here for. Kaitlyn felt like they could 
actually smell her uncontrolled arousal through the 
smoky air of the strip club.

   *They* were here to watch.

   *She* was here to dance for them.

   It took all of Kaitlyn's will to back out of the 
door into the cool evening air.

   More than anything, she wanted to go back in there, 
and display her body like the cheap slut she was 
becoming. But not in front of Jenna. Not in front of 
the other women. The way she knew they would watch her, 
with amusement, made her wet with humiliation.

   Her heart was in her throat.

   Stay or go.

   If she had paused an instant longer at the door, she 
would have been lost. Kaitlyn knew it. She pressed down 
the gas pedal further, racing back towards town. She 
needed release. She needed it more than anything.

   When she reached her destination, she slammed the 
brakes again, letting the tires screech their 
disapproval. The large truck came to a stop, and 
Kaitlyn stumbled out the door.

   She knocked on the door three times loudly, and then 
three times again.

   Open the door, she begged. Please.

   " Katie ?"

   " Please Amanda, let me in, I need your help so 
badly. "

   The teenager showed her confusion in her expression. 
Kaitlyn was shaking.

   " Oh, god, Amanda. I can't tell you what I almost 
did. If you don't help me, I'll probably go back. I 
can't control myself. "

   " It's okay, Katie. Come in. "

   Kaitlyn stepped into the warmth of Amanda's house. 
In the living room, her boyfriend was laying back on 
the sofa, watching a movie. Amanda pulled her boss 
aside, into the kitchen.

   " I know it now, Amanda. I know I really *can't* 
control myself. I need you to do it for me. I need you 
to control me... sexually. If you don't do it, someone 
else will. You're the only one I can trust. You're the 
only one who knows about the shakes. "

   The young woman seemed stunned by Kaitlyn's manner, 
but recovered quickly. She stepped close to her friend, 
and took her shaking body into her arms.

   " It's all going to be fine, Katie..." she said 
soothingly.

   Kaitlyn could feel the control of the younger woman 
wrapping around her. This felt right. She needed one of 
the other women to control her. One of the women who 
drank Blueberry. She needed to belong to one of these 
women. This would make everything better.

   " You poor thing, " Amanda continued. " You really 
do need someone to take care of you. I'll take care of 
all of your needs. "

   Kaitlyn could feel herself melting into her friend's 
arms. Her cheek brushed against Amanda's, sending a 
shiver of lust through her. The girl was warm, and 
soft, and smelled like blueberries. One of Amanda's 
hands slipped under her skirt, and softly played along 
the moist crotch of Kaitlyn's panties.

   " Mmmm. This is where you belong. You stay here a 
minute, and I'll talk to Brad. He's going to enjoy 
helping me to break you in. "

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