Hostess at Ladies Night

Hostess at Ladies Night Pt. 8 By Samantha Burnett

This is a sequel to "Hostess at Ladies Night Pt. 7", and you should probably read the other parts to understand this one.

This story contains: Lesbian, Humiliation, Objectification, Reluctance, Anal, CFNF, NonConsent, Violence

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It had been three anxious months since that last, horrible encounter with the Tigres gang. I had been watching the local news wide eyed the following day. There had been footage of a rival gang shooting, and the messy clash with the police that had followed. The images of the mansion on the hill had me frozen to the couch, but the mugshot of both T and Bones that appeared next had me run off to the bathroom and throw up. There had been arrests. Deaths. Enormous amounts of drugs were seized. I hadn't been able to process it.

I hadn't been able to sleep during the nights that followed. I felt like a ghost after nights of being wide awake, lying down, feeling restless, then getting up again. I didn't answer the texts on my phone. I just couldn't type whenever I stared at them. I only frequently checked to see if any unknown number had tried to reach me, and felt tense whenever I did it. I felt tense all the time. I had felt disoriented during my walk to the grocery store after the first few days. I avoided looking at my body in the mirror. I wanted to deny the existence of that tattoo.

Then, after a week or so, I finally entered a more rational phase. I tried to get my thoughts in order. I knew for a fact that T was arrested, and if I had interpreted the news correctly, so was Bones, and a lot of the other gang members. I tried to make myself believe that this was the end of all this. That I was safe, and that I didn't need to worry any longer. That no one was going to remember me. That all of it was in the past. A nightmare from which I had now woken up.

Gradually, I started to pick up my life again, although there was a constant undercurrent of fear, of paranoia. Going back to the gym was the first thing I did. Then I started to focus on studying again, although that was extremely difficult. I had a few Skype calls with my parents and my little sister again. I told them everything was okay, and used stressing about finishing college papers as an excuse for my absence. My parents were worried about that, while to me, that seemed to be the least of my worries. My best friend had noticed how I wasn't really listening to her when we finally met up for some lattes again in the coffee place near the university, like we used to. I used the same excuse for being absent minded. Study stress.

As the weeks passed, there had been moments where I had forgotten all about it. I had thrown out all the things in my house that reminded me of the stupid, stupid thing that I did. The clothes, the ridiculous stripper shoes, everything. I had removed the piercing from my belly button and put it in the trash. The only thing left reminding me of that horrible adventure was that tattoo on my hip. I looked into getting it removed, but it seemed expensive, and even more so, mentally painful. I wasn't able to face it. No more navel shirts or bikinis for me, I figured. I'd have to learn to live with it. Probably for a long time.

I didn't want to maintain the landing strip between my legs anymore, so I shaved it all off. I didn't want those memories anymore. I got a new haircut. Shorter. No more wavy long hair, shoulder length hair was going to be my new look. A Samantha that had nothing to do with the horrible things that had happened. I considered dyeing my hair, but I postponed it because I couldn't decide on a color.

Even though my sleep was improving, every now and then I suddenly woke up screaming. I considered seeing a psychologist, but I didn't know how to start a conversation like that. I couldn't tell anyone about what had happened. I didn't want to. The shame I felt about the things I had done ran very deep. I hoped the nightmares and the occasional anxiety attacks would simply wear off over time.

It was one of those nights where my mind had been at relative peace. I had been able to focus on studying, and with my hair still wet, dressed in a comfy white shirt and panties - I had even thrown out all my thongs except for a few - I walked to my desk to check for new messages on my phone. It felt as if I could feel the pulse of my heart in my throat. Three missed calls from an unknown number. I stood there paralyzed for about a full minute, trying to breathe, trying to calm down. It was as if something was in the air. My legs trembled as I went to sit on the couch, my heart beating like crazy. I tried to tell myself it was probably just some stupid marketing call center. Or some scam caller.

No voicemails had been left. I considered calling back, even if just to ensure that I was safe. But I didn't dare to. I felt scared. Instead of finding out who it was, I turned off the light, and slipped into bed. I was going to hide in my bed. I was going to hide from life.

I was wide awake, in the dark. I tried to think of other things. Nice things. Beautiful things. Movies. Good memories. But just as I was trying hard, the phone buzzed on my nightstand. I cringed. The same number. No. I wasn't going to pick up. I wasn't there. I was going to pretend I didn't exist. Tomorrow was going to be another day, and the calls would have stopped.

I was sweating, my heart was pounding, as I lied there in the dark, curled up under the sheets. No. This wasn't happening. I wasn't going to have it. I wasn't going to let these evil people back in my life. Was it really them? Wasn't there anyone else in the world who would have a reason to reach me urgently? An hour passed, while every minute seemed like an hour in itself. Every second I was afraid the phone would buzz again.

But something far worse happened. I felt a spasm in my body as I suddenly heard two loud knocks on the door. I cringed. Another knock.

"Open the fuck up, bitch."

As scared as I was, in that moment I was more afraid of the neighbors finding a few gangsters at my door. I had no idea who it was, but I knew I'd better open the door quickly. I rushed out of bed, in my shirt and my panties, panicking as I heard yet another few knocks. My hand was shaking as I then opened the door of my apartment. I was instantly eye to eye with Big Mama, and a tall gangster I wasn't sure I had seen before. My heart was racing, as I stood there speechless, while Big Mama's piercing eyes seemed more furious than I had ever seen.

They just stood there for a few seconds, while I was frozen to the floor, before Big Mama stepped towards me, and without saying a word suddenly grabbed my hair, and dragged me into the hallway of my own apartment. I grimaced, while I noticed the tall gangster stepping inside as well, switched on the light, and closed the door. Big Mama, the small, scary old woman, roughly pushed me against the wall, and I could just turn my face in time so that my nose wasn't bashed against the wall.

"We gonna have a little talk. About loyalty."

I heard Big Mama from right behind me, as I felt her hand slip under my shirt, her fingers over my naked stomach as she reached up, higher, and without mercy, took my right nipple in between her fingers, and started twisting. I breathed fast, through my nose, while my legs were trembling. I thought about trying to push away her arm, to fight her, but fortunately my fear was stronger.

"All this time, we hear nothing from you. We call, you don't pick up. Huh? You gonna explain why you think you don't need to pick up the goddamn phone?"

She twisted harder in that bullying way, I squirmed, closed my eyes, clenched my teeth, squirmed again. The pain was intense, but I was too paralyzed by fear to even dare to move an inch.

She finally let go of my nipple, and her hand slid from my breast to my back under the shirt, roughly hooking her hand under the waistband of my panties, and I felt her hard knuckles rub over my bare cheeks before she pulled it down to my knees. My panties slid to my ankles, just before she forced my head down, lower and lower. I knelt on the floor, terrified. She didn't let go of my hair. I felt how she had a firm grip around my hair while pushing my head down, forcing me on my hands and knees, and there I was, crawling with her as she started dragging me with her into my own living room, barely noticing how my panties slipped off my feet and were left in the hallway, barefoot with just my my wide shirt on, crawled up to my waist. I was in deep, deep shit.

She led me towards the couch, my own couch, and sat down on it while keeping a firm grip around my hair, forcing me to sit on my knees in front of her, and tugging my hair once again so I was looking directly into her fierce eyes. Those eyes I remembered so well, and had hoped to never ever have to see again. My fear made me blush, and my thighs were trembling.

She just kept looking at me, into my eyes at first, then down, while at the same time, I noticed how the tall gangster had approached me, and reached towards the hem of my shirt, roughly pulling it up, revealing my body, and as terrified as I was, I even stuck up my arms up, and Big Mama finally let go of my hair, only to let the shirt get pulled roughly over my head by the gangster behind me, and there I was, sitting fully naked on the floor of my own apartment, intimidated by the gangsters I wished I'd never have to deal with again. But she didn't give me much time to think.

"Spread those goddamn legs!" she shouted, and right after, I felt a rough kick of her foot against my thigh. I cringed, and quickly opened my knees, which made me feel even more vulnerable than I already did.

I felt extremely tense while looking into her eyes, not daring to look away. Those eyes were demonic. As if she was accusing me of many things without saying anything. I sat there for seconds, while she just stared into my eyes, feeling my body shake, wanting to tell her I was sorry, for whatever it was I did or did not do, just to save myself from god knows what she planned to do with me.

While looking at Big Mama, I then felt the other gangster reach for my wrists, and I didn't even have the time or capacity to think about what was happening as she then moved my hands to my back, holding my wrists firmly together, right before I felt something sharp tie around my wrists. I couldn't move my hands anymore. I felt so scared that I felt I needed to pee.

Once my wrists were secured, it was the other gangster's turn to grab my hair and pull it tightly, painfully even, with me still looking at Big Mama with my face tilted.

Big Mama's eyes finally wandered down, over my now naked breasts, down to my stomach, her eyes lingering on my pussy, which for some reason felt so weirdly intimidating.

"Goddamn pretty white bitch.." she mumbled, while then hunching forward to me, and suddenly I felt a hard, sharp slap across my face.

"Pretty white bitch without goddamn respect, huh?!" she shouted again, I cringed, and another hard slap in the exact same place followed.

My jaw hurt like crazy, my cheek stung, but I was too scared to make a sound, while I felt a tear roll down my cheek. And another. I saw spots in front of my eyes, and for a second I thought I was going to pass out. T had slapped me like that once, back in the club, but the way Big Mama did it felt even more relentless, more violent.

Big Mama reached out, slowly, and took my chin in between her thumb and index finger, pushing, making me tilt my face even further, while I did not dare to look away from her piercing eyes, blurred by my tears, the reflection of pure evil.

"And there I was.." she started, her voice low and so threatening, "thinking this pretty little bitch was gonna be smarter than that. Thinking this bitch knew what her place was. Thinking this bitch was gonna be loyal.. turns out she's just another ungrateful hoe."

She paused, but kept looking at me. My head was pounding, and tears kept flowing down my cheeks, and I expected another crack every second.

"You been playing dead while the family's going through some rough times, you been disrespecting. And I ain't tolerating disrespect from anyone. Especially not a hoe."

She paused again, before she raised her voice.

"Now there's one thing worse than disrespecting, and you better tell me the truth, hoe."

She reached out and suddenly grabbed my throat, squeezing it tight, I had trouble breathing.

"You been snitching? Huh? Answer the fuck up hoe. You been snitching?"

"No." It must have sounded more like a squeal than a word.

"You better not be lying bitch, cause I'm gonna find out if you lied. I'm gonna ask you one more time. You been snitching, bitch?"

"No," I squirmed once again.

She kept her grip around my throat for another few seconds, staring at me as if really wanting to make sure I was telling the truth.

"Take care of her," she then said with a low, calm voice, while she finally let go of my throat.

I didn't know what to think. I couldn't think. But before I knew it, the gangster behind me yanked my hair, hard, and I had no choice but to stand up, my hands still bound by those sharp tie wraps behind my back. I started crying, I was desperate, terrified. What were they going to do to me!

"Please, please.. I didn't tell anyone! Please!" I cried, as the gangster roughly yanked me with her through my apartment, away from Big Mama, as I looked back at her though the blur of my tears, my body heaving. But there was no time, no reversing her order.

"Please I'll do anything! I didn't tell.. I didn't tell.. please.." I begged, but there was no way back.

The gangster dragged me into my apartment's bathroom, and I felt so deeply scared. She was going to hurt me, I was sure of it. I remembered all too well how threatening T had been back in the club, even having one of the women show her scar to me. And now it was my time. What should I have even done!

"No, please.. I swear I didn't tell.. please.." I kept crying as she pushed me inside, unable to move my hands, completely at the big gangster's mercy.

She held me still, and reached in her pocket. A black plastic bag. Oh god no, no.

"No p..pl.."

But it was too late, she was already pulling the plastic bag over my head, I had difficulty breathing already, and the idea of not being able to see what she was going to do frightened me even more. This was the end of it, the end of it all.

I felt how she pushed me forward, pushing me against the bathroom wall. My body was shaking as I stood there against the cold bathroom wall, naked, my hands tied, that bag over my head. Then I felt something strangle me. She was tying something sharp around my neck, and on top of barely being able to breathe, I felt that I couldn't move my head anymore. She had tied my neck to.. something. I felt I was choking.

It was as if my life flashed before my eyes. My parents, my younger sister, my friends, my high school, the parties I had had. Was it really all going to end here? I felt myself fainting, in between flashes of memories.

Then I felt how she pulled my cheeks apart, and a second later, I felt something hard press against my anus. It was painful, but I barely even registered it. Then everything went dark.

There was no dream. Nothing. A long nothing.

When I woke up, the first thing that I noticed was the smell of food. I was in my bed, laying on my side, feeling very dizzy. As if my muscles were completely relaxed. It felt as if I had been under anesthesia.

The memories of what had happened before were slowly coming back, but somehow, now I didn't panic.

After what seemed like half an hour, the tall gangster who had dragged me to the bathroom came walking into the bedroom, while eating from a box of Chinese food.

"Well look who finally woke up, if it ain't the lucky girl," the gangster smirked.

I just stared at her, and I heard foot steps. Big Mama joined her.

"Shit, that bitch lost it even before I got a chance to rip that ass."

"Well maybe she's smart after all.." Big Mama replied, without any sign of amusement on her face.

Big Mama stepped into my bedroom, and sat next to me on the bed, immediately pulling the sheets from my naked body, all the way down. She started stroking my outer thigh.

"Now, I hope I clarified things a bit for you. I think you gonna work a little harder, ain't you, bringing in that bacon for the family."

I was still scared of her, despite the drowsy feeling that I had, although it kept me from flinching when she calmly but surely reached under my knee, and lifted it, so that my thighs were spread apart. I obediently held that position, while she then slid her hand between my thighs, and casually started stroking my pussy.

"Yes Big Mama," I said, with a tired voice. My body felt completely worn out, while I passively let her play with my pussy.

"Good.. I think maybe we can tell T the good news 'bout her girl, she been asking about you."

I wasn't sure what she meant. Wasn't T in jail? I had seen it on the news. But I was barely able to think, everything seemed to happen in a daze.

But then I heard Big Mama talking on the phone behind me.

"Sup T, I got a little surprise for you."

"A surprise huh."

Then she put the phone in front of my face, and lifted my arm as a sign to take it from her. A video call, and I could suddenly see T's face right in front of me.

"Princess girrrl!"

I saw that all too familiar looking face, wearing something orange, probably a county jail uniform, smiling wide, something I had never seen T do.

"Damn I missed that pretty face, getting warmed up just thinking 'bout you, babygirl. Been boasting 'bout my baby in here, a lot! Damn you look good, you all naked for me baby? Is Big Mama taking good care of you? How 'bout you point that phone down over that soft babygirl body of yours, gimme something to look at."

I smiled faintly, out of politeness, out of fear, and then awkwardly pointed the phone down, towards my bare breasts, and down to my naked tummy. I didn't dare to go further down, with Big Mama's fingers still in between my legs, casually stroking my pussy.

"Mm that's what I'm talking about babygirl, damn. Show me that pussy too baby, and those pretty legs. I wanna see them pretty feet too."

Somewhat nervously, I then pointed it down, and I was sure she could see Big Mama's fingers in between my legs.

"M-hm.. that's it. Mama's taking good care of you I see huh. No dick in that pussy yet, huh?"

"No.." I answered awkwardly. I hadn't had sex ever since this whole gang nightmare.

"Mmm good, you gonna keep it that way, that pussy is no go area for dick. Maybe you should visit me in here some time, there's so many of us we basically run this place, you know what I mean? Doll you up and we'll play, have a good time. Can't wait to feel that nice tongue again. Show off those legs and your feet babygirl, you look fucking hot."

I continued pointing the phone camera down my thighs, down my legs, and even towards my bare feet, while I wondered if she was serious. Was she really expecting me to go down there, wherever she was?

"M-m-mmm. Maybe you can call me from time to time, my number's changing a lot but you can always ask Big Mama, alright baby?"

"Mhm," I answered, reluctantly, not feeling too sure about it. This was so awkward.

"Aight I gotta hang up baby. Show that sweet face one more time. You gonna take good care of Big Mama? Help us with our little cash flow problems?"

"Yeah.." I answered, even though I hardly knew what that meant, while pointing the phone back to my face so she could see.

"Call me again soon, yeah baby?"

"I will."

And with that she ended the conversation, and Big Mama took the phone back from me.

"Alright now listen up," Big Mama said as she reached from behind me and made me look over my shoulder to her by calmly grabbing my chin. "You're gonna have a few obligations from now on. I want you to bring in three K every week. No dick, you heard T. There's a phone on the kitchen counter, that's the only phone you use when you work for the gang and when communicating with clients. When you leave the house for the gang, you don't bring your own phone, you bring that phone. Is that clear to you."

"Yes Big Mama," I said, while trying to let whatever she said sink in, although I had trouble doing so, partly because of how drowsy I still felt.

"Good. Now there's also some cash and a piece of paper with a few addresses on it. That's where you gonna get your hair and nails done, and get some working clothes. When you go to those addresses, you tell them Mama sent you. You don't mention no names, no nothing, that's all you tell them."

She paused, until I nodded, trying to process everything.

"Now sometimes there'll be a message on the phone with an address you go to. That's when we arranged a client for you. But that don't mean you don't arrange clients yourself. You better be working hard to get clients, new or existing. When you meet a client, you send the address and time to a contact called 'C' in the phone. You'll get a message back when you'll be picked up. You never go to a client on your own. Once a week you gonna deliver the money. Three K, every time, no exception. Once in a while I'm gonna need your company, and you also gonna be at the club only on female only nights to get more clients, those are a good opportunity for new clients so you better work hard to get them."

I nodded again, while I felt the nerves in my body grow, as my new reality was sinking in. She was actually becoming my real pimp. And I was going to have to make real money. For her.

"You ain't got to worry about paying your rent or any of that shit no more, Mama's gonna make sure you got enough cash. In turn, you're gonna help the family. You ain't gonna reject anything a customer wants. All you do is upsell, never reject. If I ever hear about you rejecting shit, you're gonna be in a lot of shit. Is that clear?"

She looked at me with those piercing eyes, and immediately I could feel that aggression again.

"Yes Big Mama."

I wouldn't have dared to disagree.

"Good," she said after a pause. "Now you better sleep off them drugs, and start working hard tomorrow, with only female clients it's gonna be a lot harder to bring in that three K. But you're gonna work hard and prove your loyalty to the family this time, and if you don't, a lot of bad shit will happen, not only to you. Is that clear."

"Yes Big Mama," I said, while my heart was pounding. They were very, very serious about this.

"Alright, keep a close eye on that phone and make sure you got work coming in. And work on your tan."

And with that, she finally withdrew her hand from my pussy, and got up from the bed. Without a word, both Big Mama and the other gangster left my bedroom, and I could hear the apartment door slam shut.

I felt dizzy. And even though there was so much on my mind, I could not withstand what they gave me. I pulled up the sheets, and fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up the next day at around 1PM. I still felt tired when I got out of bed, but that feeling changed to one of intense stress when I saw the things Big Mama had put on the counter. An old fashioned burner phone with a charger, the piece of paper with the addresses she had mentioned, and 2000 dollars cash. My allowance for the month. Admittedly, it was much more than I needed, but even the fact that I'd receive money from that gang to facilitate my life made it feel even more as if I was starting to be controlled completely.

I turned on the phone. No messages. One contact in the contact list. "C". The first few seconds I was relieved that there were no messages, but I quickly realized that this might be a bad thing. I had to make that, what, 3 thousand dollars per week! Three. Thousand. Where was I even going to start!

For some reason I felt desperately alone. All I had was this phone, and the goal for the money to be made. It felt as if I was completely on my own, with no one I could turn to for help.

With my thoughts all mixed up and my chest pounding, I finally decided that first I needed to take care of the things on the list. Hair, nails, clothes. Tan. All of it felt so surreal. To be ordered to take care of my body, rather than it being my own choice.

I quickly put some clothes on, and just as I was about to leave with the intention of using Maps to find the address, I realized that I was doing something for the gang, and that I couldn't bring my own phone. I wasn't sure if for this sort of thing the rule even applied, but I was too afraid to mess things up. I'd have to plan the route upfront, and then hope I'd find it.

Scribbling down the train and bus stops on the piece of paper, I left my apartment. The stress was killing me. For some reason it felt as if I had to hurry, while I really didn't have a clear plan on how to go about all this. Three thousand within a week. How.

The first place on the list was the place where I'd pick up clothes, apparently. It turned out to be some small sex shop in an alley called Delicate Sins. I had to get this over with. I pushed the door open, and got inside. The place was cramped, full of sex toys, lingerie, DVDs even. Who even watches those? I felt awkward as I approached the counter, and there was an older woman with curly brown hair behind it. Was I just supposed to say what Big Mama had told me? What if she didn't know what I meant, or who that even was? Wouldn't it sound crazy?

"Hi," I said, awkwardly trying to get her attention as she was doing something on her phone.

She looked up.

"Mama sent me," I said, with my heart pounding.

She sighed, as if it was a burden for her.

"Follow me," she then said, as she walked into one of the cramped lanes behind the counter that seemed to be the stockroom.

She stood still, looked me over, as if sizing me up, from head to toe, then bent towards a row in a rack of shoes, and handed me one white platform high heeled shoe. If I hadn't worn shoes like that before, I'd be shocked. It was crazy what I had already been through, and to imagine that I had sworn off ever wearing such shoes again, and now being pulled right back in all of this felt deeply frustrating.

"Try this one on, bare foot."

I bent down, and awkwardly unlaced my right sneaker, and took off my sock, after which I stepped into the very high heel.

"How does it feel?"

"Feels okay."

She took another look.

"It's too big, you'll get tired walking in those pretty soon, honey."

I just stood there, and she handed me another. She seemed more satisfied this time.

"Wait here, I'll get your things."

Apparently she knew enough even without asking my sizes, and I saw her collecting packages from the stockroom shelves, putting them into two large brown bags.

Meanwhile, I suddenly felt the burner phone buzz in my pocket. Nervously, I got it out, and noticed there was a message.

"Appointment tonight at 9PM for 2 hours, strip tease, pickup at 8PM."

That was all it said. A customer. So this was what my life was going to be like? Getting messages on my phone, and having to be present? And did I have to answer them? And where was I going to be picked up?

"Thanks. You mean pickup at my place or..?" I typed back, while the woman in the store was still collecting things.

"Your place." I received back almost immediately. I had no idea who this person was.

So tonight I was going to work again. Work. And to think I once started doing something similar just for kicks.

After another while, the woman came back, with the two large brown bags, filled to the rim, and handed them to me. They weren't heavy, fortunately.

"If you need more, you just come back. Alright?"

"Okay."

"Well, see you next time," she said, as I stood there, pondering whether or not she would have to be paid. It seemed to be taken care of.

"Okay, thanks," I said, and awkwardly made my way out of the store.

The next address was only a few stops from this one, and with two large brown bags, one on both hands, I got off the train at the second address. Another somewhat obscure place. An Asian beauty salon.

There weren't any customers inside the place as I entered, and a small Asian lady came walking from the back, a questioning look in her eyes.

"Hi, Mama sent me." I felt myself blush as I said it again.

"Nails and hair?"

I nodded. She took another look at me.

"Spray tan?"

I had never gotten a spray tan before as I was used to sunbeds, but I figured it'd actually be the quickest way. I didn't feel like laying down for a long time with all my thoughts driving me crazy anyway. I nodded.

The next two and a half hours were spent in that place on getting my spray tan, the first time I was getting naked in front of someone in a while, her putting artificial, light pink nails on both my fingers and my toes, and getting my hair and eyebrows done. Having cut my hair a lot shorter than it was a few months ago, now it felt downright humiliating getting extensions in my hair that made me look like some kind of beauty doll. I was deeply conflicted about the transformation that was being forced on me.

The whole time, the Asian lady didn't speak a word, which was fine by me, because I did not feel like talking at all. I simply worried constantly. What if there weren't going to be enough customers? What would I do? I tried to think of people I could ask, but who did I really know? I promised myself to try really hard at the next club night. I simply had to, it seemed like my only chance.

The only number I had was of that woman named Debra, the friend of that cruel Kath. Kath. Oh god. Would I be forced to reach out again to them? After everything that happened, after everything she had put me through? I didn't want to think about it. I had a customer for that night after all. Live life one day at the time, I tried to tell myself. Although in the back of my head, I knew that things didn't work like that. I didn't want to think about it.

Finally then, all dolled up, I looked at myself in the mirror. I suppose she did a good job, but I hated the image of the beauty doll I was seeing in the mirror. God. Even the idea of appearing in public like this frustrated me.

"Come back every two weeks, okay?"

"Okay.. thanks," I answered reluctantly, and once again without paying anything, I left the salon.

During the trip home, it felt as if everybody was looking at me. And some people really did seem to be looking. Guys, girls, I swear I got stares the whole time. I stared out of the train window, trying to avoid any form of contact, until suddenly I heard a young girl's voice.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

There were two young girls sitting across me.

"Yeah..?" I answered reluctantly.

"Can I ask where you get your hair done?"

The question stressed me out. For some reason, I didn't think I could give that address to anyone.

"Oh just a friend," I said with a slight blush. I was bad at lying.

"Oh okay." She paused. "So.. like, she doesn't do other people's hair?"

"No not really," I answered, with a polite smile.

"Okay. Well it looks really cool."

"Thanks." I even managed to smile politely again, even though I was burning with frustration and shame.

"Can we have your Insta?" the same girl asked after a short pause.

The question surprised me, to say the least. Apparently they thought I was some kind of model.

"Oh I don't use it."

The two looked at each other, as if they thought I was from another planet, but just nodded in the end. I didn't want attention. I wanted to get out of there. I wanted to hide in my apartment.

Once home, I drank some green tea after which I went to lie on my bed, and tried to reason logically.

The money. So far so good, I was going to make money tonight. But what about tomorrow? Or the day after? What was going to happen if I didn't get any more messages on that phone? I knew I was still going to be expected to come up with that insanely large amount of money. What options did I have? Post an ad on some website? What, with pictures and everything? And would Big Mama even approve of something like that? They went all the way when it came to keeping things secret, it seemed. Should I ask her if it was allowed? I did not even know how to contact her. So if that wasn't an option for now, what should I do? Was it almost ladies night again at the Stiletto club, where all of this had started? I had some hopes for that. First Tuesday of the month. That was actually next week. But that was Tuesday next week, and it was only Wednesday now. Could I possibly postpone getting new clients myself for a week? That seemed very risky. What other options did I have? Debra. I should have her number somewhere still. But god.. those cruel women. And I hadn't exactly left them on good terms the last time. Would they still be interested..? It seemed like such a desperate option. Maybe see what would happen in the next days? And then maybe try that if nothing came rolling in? I couldn't believe I was stressing about money for sex. To think all of this had started because I just wanted a little adventure. How stupidly naive I was.

I finally started grooming myself, just like I had done for those few adventures I had already had, except this time it felt so very different. It hadn't really been about money those other times. It had been either about adventure, or because I was simply forced to. And what should I even expect from this appointment tonight? The only thing I knew was that I was supposed to perform a striptease. I had done that before, back at the club, when I had been back there probably under false pretenses. I had even given a lap dance. I should have put a stop to all of this at that moment. But I had been too naive, once again. And a striptease for two hours..? Or was there more to it? I tried hard not to overthink it, but it was difficult not to stress about it.

I finally unpacked the content of the two large paper bags. It was just like at the club. And at the mansion. Stereotypical hooker wear, lots of it. Three pairs of stripper shoes, skirts that looked ridiculously short, stockings, fishnet pantyhose, tiny thongs, skimpy bras. I was barely registering what I unpacked as I put a number of items in a duffle bag so I could take it with me to the appointment. I included two of the three pairs of shoes to fit it all in the bag.

I ate some crisps while I was waiting, it was the only thing I seemed to be able to hold down. I had my makeup done, heavier than usual, a bit like I had learned from being at the mansion. They had made it clear enough that I was always expected to look like some kind of bimbo. I still couldn't stand looking at those hair extensions in the mirror. My hair was long again, with volume that looked completely exaggerated. Pretty. The opposite of what I had wanted to look like after my last awful few days with the gang.

Finally, about seven minutes before 8PM, I stood outside my apartment, wearing just normal clothes. Linen beige pants, white sneakers, a white shirt, a denim jacket, and the duffle bag over my shoulder, anxiously looking to see if there was a car that stopped to come and get me.

Then, at 8PM sharp, I saw a black Mercedes with blinded windows stop right in front of me at the sidewalk. I instantly knew that was the one. I recognized the type of car from the time I was involved with the gang. My heart was pounding again as I stepped towards it, and opened the passenger door.

"Hi," I said, while peeking in.

Behind the wheel was an older black woman, dressed completely normal, seemingly in her late forties, voluptuous. I had expected a gangster type, but she didn't look like it. No braided hair, no baggy pants, just a perfectly normal looking woman.

"Hi honey, get in," she said.

I stepped into the car, put the duffle bag in between my feet, and closed the door.

She extended her hand to me, which I shook awkwardly.

"I'm Candy, you must be Princess."

Candy. Was she a prostitute too..?

"Yeah.." I said, too surprised to say anything else.

"Nice to meet you. Alright, let's get going," she said, as she then drove off.

"I understand it's your first time like this?"

I wondered what I should answer. Like this? Should I tell her about the experiences I already had? But she was clearly informed, or at least informed enough.

"Mhm, yeah."

"Alright. Well we had some contact on the phone today."

So it was her. I was glad that now I at least knew.

"I'm gonna be your contact for anything related to what you're doing. It's important that you don't do anything on your own, except getting clients. And when you get a client, you're going to let me know about the time you've got this client planned. If I have conflicting schedules, I'll let you know. Also, always keep your phone close to you, even when you go to bed. Sometimes there will be last minute appointments, and I need you to be ready. I need to know that you understand that."

She looked at me, as if waiting for my confirmation.

"Yeah I understand," I nodded.

"Good. Because if not, both you and I will be having problems, and I think we both don't want that."

She kept quiet, while she followed the route on the navigation system in the car.

"Now about these appointments," she continued, "there's a few things you need to stick to at all times. First of all, you don't do anything without receiving money first. First they pay, then they get it. Same for any extras. Money first, action later. No exceptions, even when they try. And always put the money away before continuing. The base rate that was agreed with the client for this appointment is 200 per hour, but it can vary depending on the day or time. Most of the time it will be 200. I'll let you know when it changes."

I nodded, although I wasn't sure she noticed.

"Now secondly, always keep an eye on the clock. It's nice for a client when they get a bit more time, but not for you, and not for me, because it will mess up my schedule when I come pick you up and you're showing up late. I prefer to not have to get you out of someone's place. So keep your phone around, or try finding the first clock you see when you enter someone's place. I recommend bringing a small purse into the room if you don't have your things around, and just act like you're looking for something, while you check the time on your phone."

I realized I didn't bring a purse, I only had my bag. I'd just have to find a clock this time, or make sure my phone was around somehow.

"Now about this appointment, you should know that this is an all female appointment," she then said.

Finally a remark where I could show some confidence.

"Yeah.. I can only do female appointments," I answered, using the opportunity to not come off as a complete newbie.

"How's that?"

She looked at me, seemingly surprised. Did she not know about this?

"Because T doesn't.. she doesn't want me to have appointments with men."

She gave me another look, after which she kept her eyes back on the road, seemingly pondering.

"So you're T's girl," she finally said.

"Mhm," I answered, awkwardly.

"What's your weekly goal?" she said, after seemingly thinking about what I just said for another while.

"Three thousand," I answered, and I felt that tension, that stress once again taking hold of my body as I said it.

She sighed.

"Well better you than me honey. That's a lot of money to be made from only women."

It was my time to stare in front of me, stressed out even more than I was.

"Alright, well look. You might just pull it off, alright? You're nice looking from what I can see. Innocent young face, always a plus."

I nodded, although I doubted she believed the target was realistic. Still, I appreciated her comforting me. At least she was trying.

She kept driving, and I followed the route on the navigation panel once in a while.

"Alright, I'll give you some tips on how to get more clients, and what you should or shouldn't do."

I felt comfortable with her. She seemed to feel slightly sorry for me. The first person who did so genuinely it seemed, apart from maybe Alexa at one scarce moment, back at the gang's mansion, but she had always been so awkwardly distant at the same time, perhaps because of the language barrier.

"So first of all, since this is a strip party, there are probably going to be more women. So that provides an opportunity to get more clients. You just act friendly, be nice to them, act enthusiastic, and then you can drop some hints. But while you do, never openly solicit. They don't like that. It makes you seem aggressive, and they'll think you immediately want more money. Be subtle, and when you offer more, always do it one on one, without anyone else hearing it. They want discretion as much as we do."

I nodded. I was already feeling so thankful for sharing this type of professional information. I needed it badly.

"Now secondly, always be subtle when you're upselling. If you're not subtle, you come off as aggressive again, and they might not bite unless they're drunk. You have to keep them wanting more. It's especially important with women."

She paused, while I nodded, not sure if I completely understood how to go about this when the time came, but it'd have to do. I was going to be subtle.

"Now also, be clear about any boundaries. That saves discussions you don't want to have. Always be clear about what they can and can't expect. For instance, since this is a strip party, you make it clear to them that they can touch, but no touching the pussy. That way you leave them wanting, and they won't suddenly turn it into some kind of sex party. You can always upsell, but never go too far, and be strict about your boundaries. Same with sex. If there's sex and they want anal, you should agree on that upfront. If it turns out they want it during, then you negotiate again, get the money first and put it in a safe place. Most customers get that, but some will really try to test you, trust me."

Again I nodded, trying to process everything she said. She sounded very experienced, and it felt I was no longer completely alone in this, while at the same time I found it difficult to accept that all these things were part of my new life.

"And if you ever get in trouble, you try reach for your phone, message me the number 6, just the number, and I'll make sure it'll be taken care of. But only when you're in serious trouble. First try to deal with it yourself. I won't be happy when you alert me for bullshit reasons, and you won't either."

She looked at me once more, as if she tried to see whether I understood. I just stared at her.

"I don't mean to scare you honey, just trying to protect you. Anything bad happening to you isn't good for me either. We got a deal?"

"Yeah. Thank you.." I said, and I meant it.

"Anytime honey." She paused. "Now there's one last thing. The messages on the phone, they will only be about appointments or when there's a bad situation. Nothing else. Don't ask me things, don't get in touch with me for other reasons. If you have any questions, you ask me in person."

I nodded again, although I regretted that this was apparently a rule too. I expected to have many more questions. Still, I was glad that I had at least someone to talk to.

The car took a right, then a left, into a suburb, and we started driving slower, until we were apparently at the right address.

"Alright honey, time to get to work. Be nice, act like you enjoy it, and remember all the other things. I know you can do it. I'll pick you up here at 10:15, so you have 15 minutes to freshen up and get dressed. If you need more time because the customer wants it, let me know at least half an hour in advance."

"Thank you," I said again, even feeling a bit emotional. She really seemed like a person who'd understand me if I had problems, even while she was being very upfront about certain things. If anything though, I appreciated the clarity.

I opened the car door, lifted the duffle bag, and got out of the car. As soon as I closed the passenger's door shut, the car drove off. I was on my own, in front of an ordinary suburb family house, where the curtains were closed, although I could see the light on through the curtains.

I took a deep breath, before I then made my way to the front door, and rang the doorbell, still having no idea who or what to expect.

I saw how the light behind the door flashed on, a silhouette appeared behind the door, and the door opened.

In front of me stood a woman probably in her late forties, dressed in slacks, a blouse and flat shoes. She smiled widely at me.

"Hello, come in!" she said, enthusiastically.

"Hi, thank you," I said, smiling politely as I stepped inside, into the hallway of the house, while she let the door fall back into its lock.

"So you must be Princess, I'm Ella, it's nice to meet you," she said, as she extended her hand.

"Nice to meet you," I said, as I shook hers briefly.

"Wow, you look gorgeous already," she said, as she clasped her hands together.

"Thank you," I awkwardly responded.

"Well come on in! Everyone's waiting for you," she said, as she then turned and walked in front of me. I followed, with the duffle bag over my shoulder.

I could already hear voices from behind the door. There seemed to be many people chatting and laughing.

She opened the door, and led me into a spacious living room, where I could see five, no, six women sitting in a circle. Two couches opposite each other, and chairs on both ends, where one was free, I figured that was the one Ella had been sitting on.

They were busy chatting, but the moment we walked in, me after Ella, they all went quiet, and I saw everyone's eyes turn to me. Oh god, I certainly hadn't missed being the center of attention. It made me feel awkward. But it had to be done, and I knew I was going to get a lot more attention soon enough.

"Everyone, this is Princess," Ella announced me while I was standing next to her.

I looked around the circle while they all looked at me. Most of them were in their forties, looking like stereotypical housewives, where two of them seemed slightly older, and one of them even in her sixties. They all seemed to be dressed the same way. Slacks, blouses, the outfits you'd expect from women that age, in a suburb like this.

"Hello," a few of them greeted me, all of them curiously looking my way.

"Hi," I said, not knowing what else to say at this awkward moment.

"What a beautiful face," one of them said.

I just smiled, while already feeling so on the spot.

"I was gonna say the same," another laughed.

I didn't know what to say, or if I should say anything at all. I just tried to remember everything Candy had just told me in the car. At least the atmosphere was friendly.

"So, maybe we should explain a bit about what we'd like?" Ella then said, while the others listened.

"Okay," I tried to sound confident.

"Well, we all come together every week, and a few months ago, we thought about going to a strip club together, to see what it was like. I mean, why do men get all the fun, but we don't, right? But these places seem to be so masculine, and we decided not to, because we would probably not feel comfortable there. So what we did, was we called a stripper over, for a striptease here at the house. And it was kind of fun, but the girl.."

"She was annoying, I think we can call it what it was," someone said.

"She was. Or at least, it wasn't really what we expected."

"The girl wasn't what we expected," someone intervened again.

"Okay.." I nodded, as if understanding.

"It was pretty bad, really," Ella continued. "Everything we asked for, she tried to get more money out of us, she acted completely uninterested, as if it was some kind of routine where she wanted to make as much money as possible in the easiest way."

The others nodded in agreement.

"I mean, to give one example, we always thought that stripteases went all the way. But that girl even refused to take all her clothes off..?"

She looked at me as if I should react to it, which left me wondering what the right response would be.

"Oh so you mean, she only went topless or something?"

"Yes! Is that normal? I mean, don't strippers go all the way?"

She made it sound as if it had genuinely surprised them, and I believed her. They didn't come off as people who were going to play games with me.

"Oh I mean, I guess it depends what you pay, but usually they do," I responded, to my own surprise, as if I knew everything about it. I couldn't possibly explain my actual circumstances to them, and I wasn't planning to.

"See? See?" Ella turned to the other women, who nodded, as if they had been right all along, going only by my answer.

"And there we were, we had this whole idea of having a nice looking younger girl naked with us, fun and naughty, and then she turned out to be nothing but a greedy little bitch, excuse my language."

Despite the terrible situation I was in, I even thought it sounded somewhat funny. Their bad experience gave me some confidence.

"Remember what she did when I touched her leg?" one of the others said. "She threatened that she was going to leave if I did it again, she actually snapped at me. I mean, come on."

"You're still upset about that huh," another one laughed.

"Well, I thought it was ridiculous."

They all went quiet again, and Ella turned back to me.

"So, and I know this sounds a bit silly, but we do really want to know, you're not like one of those girls, right?"

"Oh, no, of course not. She sounds pretty awful," I surprised myself once again with my confidence.

"Oh, good. I just had to make sure, you know? We all agreed that we were going to make sure upfront, I hope you don't mind."

"Oh not at all," I went along with her.

"You seem much nicer than her already," one of the others commented, and the others nodded again in agreement.

I started to even wonder what kind of girl that had been, having left them so disappointed.

"And well, there's another thing I'd like to discuss," Ella then took over again.

"Mhm..?" I answered.

"Okay well, since that last time, we discussed that maybe we should do things a bit different this time. So we were thinking, maybe we didn't just want a regular striptease, but make it a little more, well, personal I think is the word, right?"

"Mhm, more personal would be a lot nicer," another one chimed in.

Silence, again.

"Okay, so ehm.. what did you have in mind?" I asked.

"Well, only if it's possible of course. But we were wondering if instead of just giving a striptease, you could just, well, how to put this, just tease all around? Like mingle with us a bit, flirt with us, while you show off nice and sexy, be nice and naughty with us.. that sort of thing. Is that at all possible?"

"I mean.. I think so," I started, but at the same time I thought about money. This wasn't a standard striptease, after all.

"But like.. it's not a standard striptease then," I tried, carefully.

"Yeah we know.. I mean, it's a lot to ask maybe. If you only do standard stripteases then it's fine too, but we would really like it if you could do it like that. It's why we booked you for two hours instead of just one like we did with the other girl."

"We can offer you extra money for it, we discussed it," one of the other women then said, while I saw her looking at the others, as if they might not have agreed on that particular point.

"How much would the extra cost be for something like that? What if we add a hundred?" Ella then turned to me again.

"Per hour?" I said, remembering very well what Candy had set about being clear about things.

"Per hour," she confirmed.

At one hand, I wanted to agree to it, just to get it over with. At the same time, I knew very well how badly I needed to make money, and since they seemed to have no idea about what would be reasonable, maybe there was some room for.. I could barely believe I was thinking like that, but there I was.

"Well I mean.. for 150 extra I can do it," I then said, and I felt embarrassed about how blunt that may have sounded. I wasn't the type to negotiate like that at all.

I saw the women looking at each other once again, as if they were discussing without actually talking.

"Well it's a bit more than we planned to spend.." one said.

"It's almost double the price even," another said, and she was right. For a moment I thought the negotiation would fail.

"I guess it would help if then at least we know what we can expect, then I'd be fine with it," another one said.

"You will go all the way in any case, right?" someone then asked me directly.

"Mhm," I nodded.

"What about touching? Can we touch you?"

"Yeah that last girl was really difficult about it, so this time we'd really like to know upfront," the woman who had vented about it earlier added.

"Mhm," I answered, suddenly remembering another thing Candy had said, "anywhere but pussy," I said, while I felt myself blush slightly.

"Well, it does sound promising, what she's saying.."

I saw some of them look my way, others looking at each other, as if debating whether or not they should pay that extra amount I had asked for.

"And you'll be really flirty, naughty, show yourself, sit with us.. maybe a little lap dance now and then.. that's all okay?"

"Mhm, yeah," I said, while at the same time growing a bit nervous about over promising what I could do. I tried to tell myself that it was going to be nothing compared to the harsh lessons I had had so far.

"You're not gonna wait to take your panties off at the last minute though, right?" another asked somewhat suspiciously.

"No, of course not," I answered, my confidence boosted slightly by the prospect of getting that extra money.

"Maybe you could even wear something without panties? The more we see it the better, you know."

"Oh let's not push her too much, she can just surprise us, right?"

"Yeah but maybe, I mean, we could tip her if she shows it more?"

"But we agreed that tips would be each on their own, right? We don't need to discuss that with her now? I mean, they're tips after all."

Apparently they had put a lot of thought into this. And tips definitely sounded good to me. I needed all the money I could get.

Another quiet moment, as they still seemed to figure out whether the price worked for them.

"Sorry for us being so careful, we just want it to be right this time, I hope you'll understand," Ella said to me.

"Of course, it's no problem," I went along again.

"So is anyone against?" the oldest woman then spoke for the first time. "I mean, we can sit here all night, but the more we talk, the less time we have for what we invited her for."

"I'm in."

"I'm in."

And soon enough, everyone was nodding.

"Okay, great! Then we have a deal," Ella said to me, and that wide, enthusiastic smile was back on her face. They really were into this.

"Let me show you where you can change, okay?" she said, while the others were already chatting again.

"Yeah ehm.. just that payment is upfront," I then said, not wanting to forget about Candy's tips.

"Oh, of course. It was like that with the other girl too," she said, apologetically even.

"Everyone, everyone! The payment is upfront, I think that's normal with these sorts of things."

I just stood there, while I saw all of them reach for their purses, and Ella stepped forward and collected the money. 700 in total. At least that wasn't bad at all for a first day. And to think I even negotiated to get to the amount.

If every day went like this, then I'd at least not have trouble making the amount Big Mama demanded even in a few weeks. But I wasn't sure I was going to be that lucky every day. At least, I did not have a clue how just yet. But I was glad I was making a good start. All I had to do now, was make it worth their while. And maybe.. even get another client from that group of women. Maybe.

"There, I have it. It's 700," Ella said, handing me the bills.

"Thank you.." I said, still slightly ashamed about the high extra cost that I had demanded. But I needed it. From now on, I really needed it.

"Alright, let me show you where you can change."

I followed her out of the living room, through the hallway towards the bathroom, while I heard the chatter going on behind us.

She opened the door to the bathroom for me and snapped on the light inside.

"So you're going to make it really sexy, right? Really flirt, maybe provoke them a bit, they love that, maybe some dirty talk now and then.. that's all included, right?"

They really did seem a bit paranoid about getting what they paid for.

"Mhm, of course," I nodded once again, as I entered the bathroom.

"Okay. Well I can't wait to see more of you, I think you look gorgeous already. I'll leave you alone now, and please don't take too long, I know that the clock is ticking," she winked, and I just politely smiled at her before she closed the door of the bathroom.

It was showtime. It felt that now I had to prove that I was worth the money they had spent on me.

I finally slid the duffle bag from my shoulder, and took my jacket off, which I left on one of the towel hooks for now. I noticed how everything in the bathroom looked tidy and clean. A completely proper house.

I felt I should hurry at least a bit, I didn't want them to think that I was trying to steal their money without giving anything in return. I was going to do my best.

While I was sitting on the closed lid of the toilet seat, and starting to undress myself, I pondered what I should wear for them. It was clear that they were pretty eager to see.. well, pussy, I figured. They hadn't made a secret of that. Maybe I should even do what that one woman had suggested. Wear something without panties? Wouldn't that be a bit too upfront? But then again, with how that was definitely one of the things they wanted, and them mentioning tips, maybe I should just..

Once I slid down the last piece of my clothing, my panties, I rummaged around in the duffle bag. Something I could wear without panties. Something nice and sexy. Not that there was anything in the bag that was not sexy, it just had to fit what they were looking for. They definitely wanted sexy, and maybe something a bit provocative even. For a second I held up a plaid, super short red schoolgirl skirt, but I wasn't sure about it.

Eventually, I settled on a combination of a blue shiny spandex skirt, and a matching blue top. I should hurry. I pulled up the skirt, which really was scandalously short. It wrapped tight around my butt, and I saw in the bathroom mirror how it just barely managed to cover my cheeks even while standing up. Wearing this without panties was very daring. The top I put on was strapless, and covered only my breasts, nothing else. My tummy was completely visible. No underwear. It was going to get me tips, or at least I hoped it would.

I then sat on the toilet again, and slid my feet in a pair of strapped, transparent stripper heels. The types of shoes I thought I'd never wear again, and there I was, standing tall on yet another pair of fuck me heels. It was such a stereotypical part of the image I had tried so hard to shake off these last few months.

I secured the straps around my ankles, and then stood up, to look at myself in the mirror again. The micro skirt exposing my bare legs completely, without anything under it, the sexy, shiny top that matched with the skirt, and those shoes accentuating my figure, completing the image of a very slutty stripper. Wouldn't it be way too slutty to appear in this for those housewives? How had that other girl been dressed? Maybe I should have asked what they liked.

But there wasn't much time to think, I really should get going now. What time was it? Oh god, time. I had to make sure I knew what time it was. Had I seen a clock in the living room? I felt dumb for not paying attention to it despite Candy having told me to do it. I figured I'd just have to leave for the bathroom once in a while and check my phone if I didn't find a clock in the room.

I put my normal clothes into the duffle bag, took a deep breath, then finally walked towards the door, opened it, snapped off the light in the bathroom, and stepped into the hallway. The high heels knocked on the floor, which would give away my presence soon enough when I'd enter the living room.

So many thoughts were racing through my mind, so many doubts. I had hoped that those cruel lessons Big Mama had given me would have been enough to be able to deal with this, but now that the moment was there, I was not sure about it at all. And flirt with them, provoke them, to talk dirty to them, was I actually going to be able to do that? But there was no way back now. I had promised them all of it.

My heart was pounding as I then opened the door from the hallway to the living room, and entered. The heels clacked on the tiled living room floor, and while I still heard them talking and laughing before I stepped in, now the room went quiet very quickly.

Nervously, I stepped in, arching my back as I did, trying hard to apply everything I had learned, as I then appeared in view of that group of women. All eyes were on me.

I strutted forward, and hoping to god that they wouldn't think my outfit was just too scandalous for what they wanted. That would be pretty embarrassing.

But there was no criticism, just silence.

"I think we're all speechless," Ella then laughed.

"Well I hope that's good.." I grinned awkwardly, while feeling all those eyes on me.

"Oh it's much more than good.. this is definitely what we wanted," she answered.

"Now that.. is what I call sexy," I heard another one say.

"A few seconds in and I've already forgotten that other girl," another laughed, and some were laughing with her.

"Look at those legs.. I mean, wow."

"Uh I'm looking at other things too," someone remarked, resulting in chuckles all around.

"Well I think we all like you," Ella smirked. "Maybe you can start by making a round before you continue? So everyone can enjoy taking a look at that sexy outfit you put on for us."

"Of course," I said, and since it was obviously Ella's place, and she had been the one leading all this, I figured I'd start at her side.

I walked past Ella, slowly, keeping my thighs together, small steps while swaying my hips just a bit, while letting my hands run over my hips teasingly. If I would take any bigger steps, it would make the skirt crawl up easily. Everything in its right time. I saw how Ella's eyes were fixated on my legs.

I walked towards the couch, where two housewives in their forties were sitting, one of them very skinny, the other a bit plump looking. I smiled at them as I walked past them slowly.

"Hi Princess," one of them greeted me, as if I now finally got to meet them.

"Hi," I gave her a polite smile as I moved past the two.

"You look very sexy.." said the plump one.

"Thank you.." I gave her another smile, knowing that I promised to flirt with them, and trying to find a way to somehow make that happen, although I really wasn't sure how just yet.

The skinny woman next to her noticed the tattoo high up my hip, which was visible in between the top and the skirt.

"Nice tattoo. Are you a tiger?" she asked with a grin.

"Mhm.." I just said. If only they knew the real meaning of it, and how I got it.

"Well you're a very pretty tiger," she smiled just before I walked past her, and I managed to smile back at her.

I moved on to the woman seemingly in her fifties, black short hair, although I couldn't tell whether it was dyed or not. She seemed somewhat quiet so far, but she was definitely staring when I walked into her direction.

"Hi honey," she then finally greeted me when I came closer.

"Hi.."

She didn't say anything else, she just stared at my legs. She was probably the most difficult to read. I wasn't even sure if she was interested, she didn't give any hint of actual appreciation. It was a bit awkward, that first encounter with her, before I tried to casually continue my round.

No one reached out, they were just respectfully admiring what they saw. I really hoped that this was what they had in mind. Or at least, that I was doing this first thing right in their eyes.

"God look at that butt," I heard from my left as I slowly walked towards the couch opposite the one I already passed.

"It's hard to miss," I heard the other, followed by chuckling.

"Hi," I said, pretending I didn't really hear the comments they made about me while I was looking at the women on the couch as I strutted by slowly, swaying my hips just slightly, keeping my back arched.

"Hello.." they both said, with a smile on their face.

"Yeah but I mean, so round and sexy, but completely natural. Just imagine having an ass like that."

"Well it's a bit too late for that!"

"She probably gets stared at all the time, I mean, it can be annoying too.." someone else said.

"Oh, yeah, that's a real downside," someone said, before bursting out in laughter. The others laughed with her.

"Does anyone want any more drinks?" I heard Ella say, as I was just making my way to the chair the oldest woman was sitting on.

"I'm good."

"I'll have another cherry liquor."

"Same for me, thanks."

The women kept chatting like that, making jokes, not harsh ones, and again the previous girl was mentioned, they kept going on about her attitude. At least I felt safe with this group.

When Ella passed me, just as I was about to arrive at the oldest woman, she leaned towards me.

"Maybe you can make another round but make things a bit more personal, okay? You know, flirt a bit more, show off a bit, you can sit with someone if you like, like we agreed, right honey? Nice and sexy?"

"Mhm, of course," I nodded, and somehow still needing their approval of me doing this right. I had to do it right. I promised, and they paid me, more than they had planned to.

I then finally took a few steps towards the last woman in the circle, the older one.

"Hi Princess. Very pretty.."

"Hi, thank you," I answered with a polite smile, while her eyes ran over my much younger body.

Ella had disappeared to get drinks, and I figured I should just start doing what she asked.

Another round. Now I had to live up to my promise. I started walking back to the first couch, the one with the skinny and the plump woman, and instead of strutting by, this time I walked directly towards them, close to the couch, in between their crossed legs. I didn't really know if I should say something, how to initiate this, and I could feel myself getting stressed again.

"You like what you see?" I then asked, feeling awkward, and thinking it might sound dumb.

"Oh we certainly do.." said the plump woman.

As she was the first one to respond, I figured I could maybe respond back to her a bit, so I moved slightly to her side, just looking down at how she was staring at my thighs.

She leaned forward, and extended her hand towards me, as if she wanted to touch me, but stopped.

"Is it really okay if I touch you?"

She was the same woman who had still seemed upset about her experience with the previous girl, which was probably the reason she was still careful.

"Yeah of course," I said, standing still in front of her.

Finally then, she reached all the way towards me, and I felt her fingertips run along my bare outer thigh.

"What are you trying to do?" I then heard from behind me. For a split second, I thought it was directed at me, as some kind of criticism. I looked over my shoulder, feeling anxious even, at the other two on the couch, but it wasn't directed at me. That's how traumatized I was by my earlier experiences.

"Well I wasn't trying to look under her skirt," the other laughed, followed by more laughter from the others.

"You really are very nice," the woman running her fingers along my thigh said to me.

"Thank you.." I said, then looked at the skinny one, who was looking at how her friend was softly touching my leg.

"You can touch too if you like?" I told her, in an attempt to come off as inviting, as being forward. That's what they had asked for, after all.

"Mhm.. don't mind if I do.." she said with a grin, as she too leaned forward, and joined the other one, imitating what she did, but with my other leg.

"You think she's wearing panties?" I heard again from behind me, from the other couch.

"Mmm hard to say. I mean, she's definitely a tease, but I don't know how daring she is."

"They gotta be small ones, maybe a very small thong or something, I don't see anything through her skirt."

"Well, I'm sure we'll find out soon enough," I heard the oldest woman say, while I felt so much on the spot, knowing from their comments how much attention they were paying to me.

"Very sexy.." the skinny woman said, as she trailed all the way to the hem of the skirt, while I stood there, patiently allowing them, even though it felt ticklish, slightly sexual even, the way she ran her fingertips all the way up.

"Thank you.." I said, once again going along with all of it.

I let them play with my thighs a bit like that, but at the same time I felt stressed once again. What if they thought what I doing was somewhat boring? Or too passive? How Big Mama had treated me, insisting how I should never be 'boring' as she called it, was still making me paranoid even now. I felt like I had to do something.

"Do you wanna see the other side too?" I then asked, actually afraid of not giving them enough, and still feeling a bit guilty for asking for this much money.

"Oh we'd love that," the skinny one immediately said enthusiastically, and both withdrew their hands from me, as if expecting something to happen.

Once their hands were withdrawn, I then carefully turned on those very high heels. I knew that this was the time to give them a bit more. It felt embarrassing, but I felt that I had to do it, for the amount of extra money that they had paid me.

While facing the other couch, I looked over my shoulder, then put my feet apart slightly, and arched my back a bit more, knowing full well how that would cause the ridiculously short, stretchy skirt to crawl up a bit. When would they start to notice?

For a few seconds, it seemed they still couldn't see anything, and I wasn't sure if I should bend forward more even though I felt how the thin, stretchy skirt crawled slightly up my cheeks, until I heard them again.

"Ohh, haha, wow. Well she is definitely daring," the plump woman said, clearly looking high up my inner thighs.

Ella just came back in with a plate with drinks on it as I stood there, letting them look in between my legs, under that very short skirt that must have crawled up just about an inch, giving them a perfect glimpse of my naked pussy.

"What, what's going on?" one of the women on the couch across the one I was standing in front of asked curiously. "Is she not wearing anything underneath?"

She tried to peek at what I was showing the women behind me, but she couldn't see.

"Well we can only say that she is very, very daring.." the skinny woman teasingly told them.

"So she isn't?"

"All we can say is that she is very daring," she repeated, chuckling, teasing the women on the other side, even making me grin, while my pussy was on display for the women sitting behind me.

"Oh come on!"

"You'll get your turn, you just have to wait," the oldest woman remarked calmly. She was clearly the leader of the pack.

Ella curiously looked at what was happening after she put the plate with the drinks on the small table in the middle. She stepped towards me while the women on the other side were still groaning and mumbling about the others not telling them what they were looking at.

"You're doing great, just perfect. We love it," she told me in a hushed tone, smiling, beaming even. That was what I needed.

"Thanks," I smiled back at her, while keeping my position in front of those women, with my back arched somewhat provocatively like that, again looking over my shoulder to keep seeing their reactions.

"You like it..?" I said, in another attempt to come off as flirty, as a tease, for that extra money.

"Oh yes we do.. you are very naughty," said the skinny woman, her eyes sparkling, still looking up my thighs.

"Hey Princess? You can skip Elizabeth on your round, she's really not into girls anyway, so you can come to us instead," one of the women on the couch across me said.

"No, no," Ella intervened, "we all agreed to do this, so we're all participating. Elizabeth paid just as much, so she gets a show too."

The woman on the other side looked slightly annoyed.

"Wow, so eager all of a sudden," the oldest woman remarked, chuckling.

"Well look at her, like you don't wanna see what's under there," the woman sneered back.

"I do, I do.. but I'm patient, unlike you two."

I was facing the women directly, while still standing there with my back to the other couch, very slowly swaying my hips a bit. For once, I was in what felt like a safe place for me. A respectful place. It was the kind of vibe I might have been hoping when I so naively started this little adventure before it started to escalate. I should have never gone to that club. And although my motivations were very different this time, at least I loosened up a bit in the company of these enthusiastic, respectful women. I felt I could actually do this, and it was a very welcome boost to my confidence, given the deep, deep shit I was in.

"I'll show you extra nice," I even smiled at the eager women across me.

"Oh did you hear that?"

"Yeah she's going to tease even more when she comes to us!"

I grinned at their enthusiasm. They were so stoked it was almost funny.

I looked over my shoulder again, and the women behind me just seemed obsessed with what they were looking it, not even reaching out to touch me again because they seemed too busy enjoying the view. Maybe the plump one was still cautious about touching me.

I decided I should probably move on to the woman at the end, Elizabeth, the one who had been quiet, and was apparently not really into it. It felt somewhat odd to still go and tease her just like the others, but Ella had insisted.

I stopped arching my back in that somewhat exaggerated way, and pulled the very short skirt back down the way it was, then stepped away from the two on the couch, small steps again, or else the skirt would just crawl back up and my teasing trick would stop working.

The look on Elizabeth's face seemed somewhat neutral, only a glimpse of a smile, although I wasn't even sure it was an actual smile.

I arrived at her seat, feeling a bit awkward, with a polite smile on my face, my hips swaying slightly, even if I didn't try, on those very high heels.

"Do you want to see too?" I asked her. I figured she wouldn't be inclined to reach out and touch.

"Sure honey," she said, with that same neutral look.

I then turned, and just like with the others, I put my feet apart slightly, then exaggerated the arch in my back again. Big Mama had taught me all too well.

I felt the skirt crawl up from behind as I did, knowing I was exposing myself, knowing she was able to look at my smoothly shaved pussy. The fact that she didn't really seem to be into any of this made it feel embarrassing. I must have been looking like some kind of slut who'd push herself onto people, with the way I acted. But I couldn't refuse doing it if Ella insisted I didn't skip anyone.

"Do you like it?" I asked her, like I did the others, although this time it felt somewhat humiliating. But I did it. I swayed my hips just slightly as I stood there with my back arched, my butt out, that little skirt crawled up, knowing I was giving her a view of my pussy directly.

"Yes honey, very nice." Again that neutral tone, as if she said it just to get it over with.

"I love how she talks. The way she says it, 'do you like it?' It sounds so innocent, but naughty at the same time, you know?" I heard one of the other women remark as I kept standing there teasing Elizabeth like that.

"Oh yeah, she's really nice. And so completely different from the other girl!"

"I'm really glad we spent that extra money on her, you know. I mean, it's a lot extra, but she's doing it so well."

"And we're not halfway through yet, who knows what else that little tease will do for us!"

It was then that I realized something. Time. I had to keep track of time. And it was only then that I started to look around to find a clock, but I couldn't find one. I'd have to visit the bathroom once in a while to check the time on my phone. Who doesn't even have a clock in their living room. It frustrated me.

"I'm also really curious about that butt she's been hiding," said one of the women on the couch I had yet to revisit.

"Well, not exactly hiding.. I mean, with what she's wearing, I have a pretty good idea!" Laughter all around.

"You know what I mean.. To actually see it is different."

I was looking over my shoulder once again, to see how Elizabeth was responding to what I was doing, no matter how awkward it was.

"You can go on now, I think they're waiting," she said as I looked over my shoulder, a faint smile on her face.

"Okay," I said, again smiling politely at her.

I stood up straight, adjusted the stretchy little skirt once again, and finally started walking into the direction of the other couch.

"There she comes," one of the women said as I walked towards them, and I saw both of them curiously looking my way, directly at my thighs, as if they were interested in only one thing by now. With every step I felt watched by those two.

"Oh she's really going to tease now," Ella said, apparently expecting quite a show. I just smiled at her briefly.

"Did you ever fall wearing shoes like that? They seem really difficult to me," one of the women on the other side asked.

"Not so far," I smiled at them.

"Is it very different from wearing regular pumps? I mean, those are really high."

"You have to put the heel down first with every step and push your shoulders back, then you're fine," I answered, while approaching those two.

"I think she just says that, but she obviously wears them all the time, I'm not going to try it for sure," the other one laughed.

I then stood right in front of those eager two women. It was teasing time again. I didn't turn, not yet. I had to give it a bit extra, I promised. They had been respectful, even while playful, the whole time. And comparatively? They had been easy to please so far. For a moment, the worries that had been on my mind the last 20 hours were only present in the back of my head.

"So.. you wanted see what's under my skirt?" I asked them, smirking slightly, and the room went quiet. "Did you deserve it?" I continued, taunting them a bit, just playfully.

"Oh you are bad! You said you were going to make it nicer!"

"What a tease! Perfect!" Ella laughed hard.

"You think I'm a bad girl?" I continued, without making the slightest move, just looking at them. I was on a roll even.

"Oh you are if you're not going to show us, I swear."

I waited a bit more, even enjoying having some control for once, even though I knew I'd have to deliver eventually.

"Well I guess I better show you then.." I then playfully gave in, and slowly turned around for them.

I parted my legs, a bit wider this time, arched my back and felt how the skirt crawled up. But I didn't stop there this time. I reached back, took the hem of the skimpy skirt in between my fingers, then bent slightly, as I slid the short skirt all the way to my waist.

"Oh! Ohhh.. my god," one of the women behind me gasped, as I stood there with my cheeks completely exposed, resting with one hand on my thigh, sticking it out to them.

"You're giving them a heart attack, Princess!" I heard Ella exclaim.

"Oh my god. That has to be the most beautiful ass I've ever seen. So nice and round.. and firm!"

"She definitely has good genes," smirked the other.

I kept looking over my shoulder, and both pairs of eyes were fixated on my butt.

"Can I just.." one of them said, while leaning forward a bit, and extending her arm, "give it a little slap? Not hard or anything, just a little one?" She hesitated, and looked up to me and I could see the hope in her eyes.

I trusted them. If only she knew how much worse I had experienced.

"Mhm..?" I said, while keeping my position like that.

"I can?" she said, now even more eager, apparently surprised by me allowing it.

"Of course," I said, in that same easy going tone I had used so far.

"Mm.." she said, right before giving me a soft slap on my right cheek.

"Wait, that's allowed too?" the chubby, reluctant woman on the couch across me turned to Ella, as if she was supposed to know.

"Well if Princess is okay with it, it's allowed I guess?" she smiled.

"Oh that was so hot, did you see how it wiggled just a bit?" I heard the woman behind me say enthusiastically.

"Can I do it again?"

"Of course," I said willingly.

Another soft slap on my naked flesh was heard in the room.

"I swear I'm going to remember this ass forever," she said, and I heard chuckles from the others.

"Why does my daughter never bring home friends like her? I mean, seriously. If you ever want to become friends with my daughter, let me know, okay?"

I grinned over my shoulder.

"And I'll never wear panties when I come over?" I responded, flirting with her yet again.

"Hmmhmm, you can just dress like this every time."

"Who knows," I even laughed.

"Guess you should give her Nora's number then so they can become friends," someone laughed.

Actually hearing someone mention her daughter's name felt awkward, even though I had no clue who she was.

"Well I'm telling you, if I had an ass like that, I'd also become a stripper," the other woman behind me remarked.

"It's a bit past that time though, isn't it!"

"Yeah well, I guess I'll just look at hers."

"Can I slap it once more before you go? I just love to see that butt jiggle?"

"Mhm.." I said, patiently waiting before I felt another soft slap land on my bare butt.

"Mmm thanks, that was a wonderful show honey," she said.

"You're welcome," I smiled, as I finally stood up straight, and pulled the stretchy skirt back down over my cheeks.

Finally then, I made my way to the oldest woman of the group, but she gestured for me to go to Ella instead.

"You can go to her first. She's been arranging most of this whole thing so she can finally enjoy it a bit now too, it's only fair," she said.

"Okay," I said as I changed direction towards Ella, sitting in the other chair near the entrance of the living room, and I could already see the sparkle in her eyes, a slight blush on her face even.

"Do you ever have girls this naughty in your class, Ella?" I heard someone ask while on my way to Ella.

"Oh god forbid, I hope not, they're way too young!"

I wasn't quite sure what that meant, although the guess I made was right.

"Ella's a high school teacher," someone elaborated.

"Maybe you can get your grades up, Princess!"

"Oh I bet she'll have no trouble convincing Ella," another laughed.

I smiled over my shoulder to the women chatting and laughing away, but they went quiet shortly after, as if expecting something, or at least wanting to hear how my interaction with Ella would go. It felt as if I had to give them something.

"So.. can you please help me with my grades, Miss Ella?" I said, while Ella stared at me.

She didn't answer, and I decided to just put on my little act again. I turned slowly, and then made that arch again, letting the skirt crawl up.

"Maybe this will this help with my grades?" I asked over my shoulder, knowing she could see my pussy.

The women cheered.

"What a tease! No one can resist that, I swear."

"Oh you're such a bad girl," Ella laughed, "I love it."

Then I got an idea. I remembered the stupid little plaid schoolgirl skirt, some porn style thing, that I had seen while unpacking the outfits and packing my bag. That might give me a good opportunity to check the time, too.

"I actually have a schoolgirl skirt, I can put it on if you like."

"Ohh, that's perfect! A really sexy one?" someone from behind me asked.

"It's very sexy.." I smiled at Ella, rather than the woman I heard behind me.

"Oh, I mean, you don't have to do that especially for me," she said, being polite as ever, "although I am definitely not saying no!"

"It's no problem.."

"But without panties right??" the plump one on the couch remarked.

"Well it depends on how naughty a schoolgirl she is, doesn't it?"

"Yeah but I mean, I was looking forward to seeing her naked, so if she's going to wear -"

"Oh hush, she's going to be naked, don't be so paranoid."

"Maybe she can do it after the round?"

"Oh, wait, wait, I just want to give you something," Ella then said as she reached for her purse, and got another fifty out of it, handing it to me. "Here, because you're doing so great and you're so nice about everything," she said, and I could even notice a blush on her face.

"That's really nice, thank you," I said, and I felt actually eager when I put the bill in between the waistband of my little stretch skirt. I should really try and get more tips like this. I could definitely use the extra money. Back at the club it hadn't been about money. Now it was all about that.

"I'll just finish the round and then I'll wear the skirt, okay?" I asked her, following the suggestion one of the women had made.

"That's perfect, thanks so much." Ella was beaming.

I adjusted the skirt once again, and then walked up to the oldest woman, the one who had tried to calm down the others a few times.

"How about you come sit on my lap for a bit, honey," she said, reaching out with both arms to me, before I got a chance to offer her the little show I had given the others.

"Of course," I smiled politely at her.

She was a heavy set woman, with red hair that was almost certainly dyed, wearing slacks and a blouse, very much like the others, but definitely the oldest, going by the wrinkles on her somewhat puffy face.

I quietly wondered how old she was, while I stood next to her feet, and bent through my knees, feeling the short skirt crawl halfway up my naked butt easily as I did, and I immediately felt her hand wrap around my waist as I parked my now naked cheeks on her thighs, but quickly trailed down to simply raise my skirt all the way up to my waist.

"Oh look at Trudy getting cozy with her!"

"Watch out Princess, Trudy is bisexual, she might hit on you!" Ella laughed.

"Hi honey," Trudy then said, while at the same time I felt her hand slide down to my cheeks, starting to caress them softly, followed by a few pats. "Can you scoot back just a bit?"

"Of course," I answered in that same willing tone I had been using the rest of the night, while I did as she asked, adjusting how I sat on her lap.

Immediately I felt her hand return to my cheek, squeezing it, before she actually started to knead my cheek. It felt somewhat embarrassing, letting her just go and do that. As if I was no longer completely in control, even though I knew that this was probably within the boundaries of what we agreed on.

"Oh get a room already.." Laughter all around.

I was sitting with my back to most people in the living room, my face close to Trudy's.

"I didn't know you could do that, you can actually touch her like that?"

It was probably the plump woman again.

"She seems okay with it."

"Well what part of 'anything but the pussy' didn't you understand? It's not that difficult, is it?" Trudy then said, raising her voice to address to the others.

"Well I guess someone is experienced, geez," I heard the other reply.

I just sat there, allowing her to knead my right cheek, and it took only a short while before she switched to my left.

"That feels very nice, honey," Trudy then said to me, lowering her voice, speaking in a quieter tone.

"Thank you.." I answered, somewhat awkwardly because of her taking control.

"Would you consider going bisexual if you could be with a girl like her?" I heard the others continuing their conversation while I sat there on Trudy's lap. "Oh I don't know. A show like this is not the same as sex. I love looking at her though, god."

"If you would ask if a girl like that could turn me on? I mean, yeah, look at her," someone laughed, while they continued their discussion about when or not they'd be into girls. "But probably a bit too young for me. I mean, my daughter is probably older than her, it wouldn't feel right. I don't want to know her age." "Ignorance is bliss, right?" More laughter as they continued.

"Are you going to show your surprise to me too?" Trudy said, as she casually kept squeezing my butt.

"My surprise?" I wasn't even sure what she meant.

"Well, the others got to take a look at what's under that short little skirt of yours."

I just smiled slightly, knowing she was well aware that I wasn't wearing anything under it, and already squeezing my bare butt.

"Maybe you can put those pretty legs apart a bit and show me that pretty pussy," she said, with that same quiet, low voice. For some reason, it sounded sexual.

"Of course.." I then said, as I then spread my legs a bit while sitting on her lap, giving her a view of what was between my thighs.

"That's a very pretty pussy.." she continued in that calm tone, while the others likely didn't hear our conversation.

"Thank you," I said with another awkward smile as she looked down directly at my bare, smoothly shaven pussy, my nudity contrasting with the pants she was wearing while I sat on her lap.

"Shame we can't touch it, don't you think?"

I wasn't sure about her. Her tone really did sound as if there was something actual sexual about what she was asking. Could I.. should I?

"Well that's just the rules," I responded with an awkward smile.

"Mhm.. I understand honey. But sometimes girls get a little creative with rules, just saying. What do you think about that."

Did she mean..? Oh god, this was so difficult. But maybe, just maybe I could get another appointment out of this. but what if she didn't mean that at all? Wouldn't that be ridiculously embarrassing? But then again, while all of this had been light hearted, there was still an enormous pressure on me to come up with money. But offering sex to this old woman..?

No one else seemed to be listening, the others were in a very busy conversation.

"Well you can if you make a private appointment," I then said, while I felt a quiver run down my spine, feeling dead nervous about how she'd react.

"I see.. a private appointment, huh. Did I just hear you soliciting, naughty girl?" she said with a slight smirk on her face, while she playfully tapped my butt two times.

I didn't say anything, but just smirked back. The last time I was caught soliciting, all hell started to break loose.

"Well, I gotta say I'm not usually into girls like you. I prefer the girl next door type more. But you might just be the exception. Especially since you're nice, and I gotta say, you're pretty good at acting all innocent."

I just kept smiling, not knowing what to tell her.

"And I think you have a pretty nice ass," she added with a grin, looking into my eyes directly.

"Thank you." It felt almost like an automatism by now, to thank someone for compliments like that.

She stayed quiet for another while, just looking into my eyes, casually caressing my butt, looking at me as if wanting to make sure of something, although I didn't know what. It felt weirdly tense.

"Well maybe you can give me a little appetizer, you know, to convince me.."

I wasn't sure what she meant, and I just looked at her, feeling somewhat puzzled.

"Like what," I answered, quietly, really not wanting anyone else to hear what we were discussing.

"Well maybe you can let me touch that pretty pussy for a little bit."

I felt somewhat pressured. I knew I really did need appointments like this, but just openly let her touch my pussy, while the others couldn't? And then what? What would the others think?

I looked over my shoulder briefly to see who was looking, even considering letting her feel just a bit.

"Oh, not here honey. How about when you go freshen up, you'll wait a bit longer, I'll pretend to have to go to the bathroom, and you'll give me a nice little appetizer before you continue your little show here.. how about that."

"Okay," I nodded, not even sure about what I was doing, or what I was getting into.

"Well, you can go now, you can just tell the others you're changing clothes, I'll give you a few minutes."

And with that, I felt another few taps on my bare butt, gave her a faint smile, and then slid off her lap, pulling the stretchy skirt back down from my waist, and took a few steps away from her. I could see some pairs of eyes turn my way again.

"So ehm, if you want me to put that skirt on, I can go change now?" I directed my question at Ella.

"Oh I'd really love to see that, I bet it looks great on you," she smiled.

The others caught on quickly.

"But just the skirt right? No panties?" The chubby one still seemed to be worried they were not going to get a good show, even now.

"And can you come back topless? I think we'd all like to see more of you this time around," another mentioned.

"Oh what a good idea. Ella's gonna get a really naughty schoolgirl," someone laughed.

"Of course, no problem," I smiled at them briefly.

"She said yes? Is she going to go topless?" I heard someone say to another in a more hushed tone.

I left them discussing and walked back towards the door back to the hallway, and closed it behind me before finding my way back to the bathroom.

The first thing I did in there was check what the time was on my phone in my duffle bag. Five past 9. Okay, so less than an hour to go.

I then fumbled around in the bag, and did indeed find the schoolgirl skirt. Or well, an excuse for it, of course. Everything in the bag was ridiculously revealing, provoking, every single item. It was a super short plaid skirt, that didn't look as if it was even long enough to cover my butt. It looked more like a belt than a skirt. It'd have to do. I was fairly sure they wouldn't mind.

I finally sat back down on the toilet seat, giving my legs some rest as I pulled the top off, followed by the stretchy blue skirt I was wearing, which I then replaced with the schoolgirl skirt. God it was short. I stood up to see how short it really was, felt at the hem of it in the back, and noticed how it was revealing the lower part of my cheeks.

But I was ready, were it not for my agreement with Trudy. I felt tense. She knew what I really was now. The seconds seemed to last minutes, but finally, I heard the door of the living room open, briefly heard the chatter in the background, and then footsteps coming towards the bathroom. There she was.

I put on my polite smile, and was greeted by a faint smile on the much older woman's face, meeting her at the entrance of the bathroom.

"Hi honey.." she said, in a low voice, as she walked closer to me. Really close.

I just kept smiling, and she didn't even comment on what I was wearing, or the fact that I was now topless. Just the skirt and those high shoes.

"So, how about that appetizer.. hmm?"

She seemed turned on, as she stepped even closer, as she reached out and started playing with the waistband of the tiny skirt I was wearing.

"I knew it the moment you stepped inside.. I could just see it.. you're not just a stripper.." she said with that same low voice, as she trailed her fingers down, and she didn't even have to lift the skirt to reach my pussy. Within seconds, I felt her fingertips brush along my outer labia.

"Do you mind?" she then asked calmly.

"No," I simply answered, and I felt that I had to give her a bit more access, no matter how humiliating this was, feeling my face heat up by shame.

I parted my feet just slightly, my thighs no longer touching, and immediately I felt her fingertips slide in between my legs, trailing along my lips, before then using her hand to grope me there, slowly, but very confidently. I felt goosebumps appear on my upper arms. There I was, again letting someone not only see, but actually touch my private parts. And I had to let her. I had to make money, whether I wanted to or not. I felt like such a slut, willing letting her touch me like that.

"Mm.. nice and warm. Very nice.." she said, clearly enjoying the feel of that area that was forbidden for all the others.

"So tell me, pretty girl.." she continued, as she kept groping me there, trailing her fingers along my lips, "what's on the menu at those private appointments.. hm?"

I wasn't sure what to say, but I knew full well that I simply wasn't allowed to reject anything. That meant that the menu was simply a blank slate to be filled in.

"Well, anything you want," I answered, awkwardly.

"Anything, huh.. not so innocent at all.." she kept rubbing me there. "Does that include anal, pretty girl..?"

"Mhm."

"Mm.. good.." she said, as she pressed herself against me slightly, our faces close, and I couldn't do anything but allow her to keep touching me like that in between my legs. "I love anal, always had a thing for it."

She kept rubbing me like that without saying anything, until she finally withdrew her hand, and reached for her purse, to withdraw her phone.

"Well why don't you give me your number, maybe I'll book an appointment some time," she then said, finally stepping away from me.

She tapped on her phone while I walked off to my bag, getting that burner phone from it, since I didn't have my new number in muscle memory yet. She patiently waited as I tapped on my phone, then reached out to her to get her phone, and typed the number under a new contact she had named "Princess". Without a word, I gave the phone back to her.

"Thank you.. alright, probably time to get back in there and continue your little show. Make sure you show that ass extra good when it's my turn," she winked.

I just smiled, feeling deeply embarrassed by this whole thing, by her knowing that she could just call me and get way more than she was seeing at this party.

I checked the time on my phone once again, then slid it back in the bag, leaving her in the bathroom while making my way back to the living room.

As soon as I stepped in after opening the door and my heels clacked on the tiled floor like before, I could see all faces turn to me again. Again, a silence, as I walked in with a slight smirk, full aware of how revealing that outfit was, and how I was topless, just as someone had requested.

"Wow Princess, that is daring.." someone exclaimed.

"You could call it that!" someone laughed.

I just smirked, although I felt somewhat embarrassed about how provocative my new excuse for an outfit must be looking.

"That is a very short skirt."

"I think I just saw her pussy while she was walking," I heard someone say in a more hushed tone, but I could hear it easily.

"Did you see her breasts.."

"Well they're hard to miss!" More laughter.

I decided to walk directly towards Ella. I was wearing the skirt especially for her, after all. She glared at me, and I saw her blushing. In a way, it was cute. Someone being intimidated by me rather than immediately trying to control me was a nice break from all the other cruel things I had experienced so far.

"I'm just so in love with that ass, look at that.." I heard from behind me.

"So.. how about my grades, Miss Ella," I played their little game, no matter how corny, when Ella seemed too speechless to say anything, and the rest of the room was quiet apart from a mumble now and then.

"Oh! Yes your grades," she giggled. "Well you look very naughty!"

"I do?" I put up a fake innocent look.

She seemed to become even enthusiastic about this silly little game, while I heard the living room door open and close again. I peeked to the side and saw Trudy coming back in.

"Oh you do, coming to me asking for help dressed like that! Is there even anything under there?" she kept gazing at my skirt.

"Well.." I said, teasingly, playing along, and reached down to the hem of the very short skirt, right in front of Ella, the rest of them unable to see what I was showing her, and slightly lifted it.

"Oh. That looks," she paused, "very naughty," she said in a hushed tone, as if it was meant for just me.

"Don't you think she should be spanked, Ella?" someone suggested, resulting in more encouragement from the others.

Ella grinned, but seemed reluctant.

"Oh, no. I mean, I don't think Princess would like that," she said, while looking up to me, seemingly unsure what she could expect from me, and I could tell she secretly wanted to, but she was very cautious with me.

I liked her. To me, she seemed like the most normal person I had encountered ever since ending up in this mess, and I wanted to give her something for it.

I gave her a slight smile, before I then stepped aside, next to her, bent through my knees, and draped myself over her lap, feeling that ridiculous skirt ride up my butt as I did.

"Ohh Ella! Well now you just have to!"

Ella didn't do a thing at first.

"I just love how her body feels like this," I heard her say, while the others were waiting.

"But now she needs to be spanked, look, she's laying over your lap!"

"Spank her! Spank her!" the others joined in, cheering for Ella to spank me.

"Are you sure it's okay?" I then heard Ella's voice closer to me as she hunched over.

"Of course, just a little bit."

It took another while, before I felt a very soft pat on my butt. She was very careful.

"Oh come on, do it harder than that!"

"Well I don't want to hurt her.."

"That is not nearly going to hurt her!"

"I don't think she'd like that."

"Well I think I even slapped her butt harder," I heard one of the women remark, probably the one who had enjoyed to see my butt jiggle.

Given how nice and playful she was, I decided to just provoke her a little bit. I started arching my back while laying over her lap, causing my butt to stick up, as if inviting her to do it again at least.

"Oh look at what she's doing," someone hissed immediately.

"She wants it Ella, look! Just do it!"

"Oh god what a tease, this is terrible!" Ella laughed.

I felt her hand on my butt, just caressing it, not smacking it.

"Her skin feels so nice.."

"Spank her! Spank her!"

"Well okay then.." she said, right before then actually dishing out a proper smack on my butt, which sounded all too clear in the room.

She could do it after all. It didn't hurt. I was used to much, much more pain. If only she knew. But I liked to at least return the favor of her being nice to me. She clearly enjoyed it.

"Yes! That's it! Another! She has been bad!" The others were clearly getting enthusiastic.

"Is it really okay?" she quietly asked me again.

"Of course, you can do one more," I answered, knowing full well she wouldn't cross any lines I drew for her.

Another firm smack followed, much to the amusement of the others.

"Oh god I think that was really hard. I didn't hurt you did I?"

I smiled. She was so thoughtful in all of this. I finally got up from her lap again, supporting myself with one hand on the chair's armrest for a second.

"I'm fine, don't worry," I smiled at her. Her face was flushed by then.

"You're so perfect," she beamed once again, "I know I'll never forget this."

"So you'll take care of my grades?" I just teasingly responded.

"Yes, yes, I think I'll take care of your grades," she giggled. "Can I give you a hug? You're just so nice," she then said, reaching out her arms.

"Of course," I smiled, and I saw how she stood up to give me a hug, feeling my bare breasts pressed against her for a few seconds as we did.

"I'm so glad we chose you, well Trudy and I did, you're just perfect," she repeated once more, while I just smiled.

"Oh I think we all want hugs like that, how did that feel, Ella!" someone laughed.

I trusted her, more than anyone in this room, although all of them had been really nice. An idea popped into my mind.

"Hey can you give me a sign when it's 10? I couldn't find a clock anywhere."

"Oh there's one right behind Elizabeth, right there on the cupboard. But I can tell you when it's 10, no problem!"

"Thank you," I smiled as we ended the hug. How did I miss that clock, even.

"I think the others are desperate to see more of you, so I'm not going to hold you up any longer," she grinned.

Finally then, I walked away from Ella, starting yet another round through the living room, wearing just that scandalously short schoolgirl skirt, heading towards the couch with the plump, cautious woman next to the skinny one.

I saw the cautious woman eyeing me up and down, obviously interested, her cheeks red, but seemingly pondering something.

"Is it okay without the skirt?" she said, although I wasn't sure what exactly she meant.

"Oh god, you are completely obsessed," the skinny woman said, while laying her hand on the other one's thigh with a grin on her face.

She seemed embarrassed.

"I'm just really curious what she looks like without any clothes on," she said defensively, her face now flushed.

"You want me to take the skirt off?" I then asked her directly, again teasingly, although almost feeling sorry for her.

"If it's okay, I mean.." she said, clearly feeling as if I put her on the spot.

I didn't answer, but reached back, simply unzipped the skirt, tugged it over my hips, and let it slide down my legs, towards the floor.

I carefully stepped out of it, standing there naked on just those high shoes. I was never going to get used to being naked around people I barely knew, but them being so respectful made a huge difference in how I felt.

"Better?" I even asked her with a smile, while I took a few steps towards the two, giving them a perfect view of my now completely naked body as I stood there.

"Yeah, I mean, thanks, you look very nice," she still seemed nervous, to my slight astonishment.

The skinny one reached out to my outer thigh.

"Can we still do this now..?" she asked.

I was about to answer, when Trudy interrupted.

"Oh god, you two are behaving like a bunch of nervous schoolgirls. Do you really think she has a problem with that? And when you're being so vague, the poor girl won't know what to do."

Laughter from the others, except from the women in front of me, who sat there staring at Trudy as if they had just been reprimanded in class. But she didn't stop there.

"Can we do this? Can we do that? She's obviously good at what she does, but you're just making things awkward for her this way," she kept scolding them.

"But Trudy, she's really nice, come on, everybody enjoys her. I'm sure Princess is doing fine, aren't you Princess?" Ella defended the others.

Trudy didn't give me time to answer, and I just smiled awkwardly at Ella.

"Princess, come over here for a second, let's show these schoolgirls how these things work."

"But it was our turn!"

I wasn't sure what to do, but then hesitantly started walking towards Trudy, entirely naked this time.

"I'm doing this for you, you know? You paid for this too, right? And we paid extra for her to make things a bit more personal, but if you don't know what you want, how is she even going do to that? I'm sure she can do a regular striptease, but we agreed that was not what we wanted, right?"

"Well, I know what I want I think.."

"Well, apparently Trudy knows all about how this works!" one of the women on the other couch laughed, sarcastically.

"Of course she does."

Trudy seemed unfazed, and fixated her eyes on me instead, as I walked in front of her.

"Why don't you stand here, and give me a sexy little dance," Trudy said to me while pointing at a spot right next to her, her voice slightly quieter, while the others were still debating about whether or not Trudy was bluffing. "You can expect a nice tip from me if you play along extra nice," she added.

Tips. I needed tips. And even without that added comment, it felt as if she was going to expect a bit more than what I had given them before. I already knew she was not exactly ignorant when it came to all this, given what happened before. Besides that, she was the one that could use the most convincing because whether I liked it or not, I was dependent on her to get that appointment. I couldn't believe I now had to actually work for it, for that woman so much older than I was.

It wasn't that difficult to recollect what I had learned at the club, or so very forcefully in Big Mama's room. What I had learned about how to seduce, how to not be 'boring'. What was more difficult, was the idea that those women, who had no idea about me, and probably thought I was just some stripper making extra money, would now see what I was capable of doing.

I started to sway my hips, standing there completely naked, on those high stripper heels, my feet slightly apart, next to that much older woman, while I started to run my hands over my body. Over my hips, up my stomach, teasingly, but this time like a professional.

"That's very nice honey.." she said, while she reached out, and started to caress my bare thighs with her wrinkled fingers.

I could hear the room going quiet, and I felt the pressure to perform increase. The fear of Big Mama was so deeply imprinted in my memory, that I continued to move my hands towards my breasts, cupping them, softly kneading them.

She seemed to take that as a hint, and reached out to my chest herself, without saying a word. It was only seconds later, when I had willingly moved my hands back to my hips for her to give her access, and her hand touching my bare breast instead, that I realized just how conditioned I had become. It was shocking even to myself.

"See.. she doesn't mind at all.. I think she likes it, don't you Princess," she said, her voice low, but given the silence in the room everyone could hear it.

"Mhm.. I love it," I responded, knowing full well what she wanted to hear, or had been conditioned to think she'd want to hear, while she started fondling my breast.

I kept swaying my hips, even while no one had asked me to. I was still deeply afraid of any criticism, of her lashing out hard like Big Mama would do if I forgot about something, even though that was unlikely to happen.

She then started tugging my nipple, gently but surely, between her wrinkled index finger and thumb. I willingly let her, while knowing and feeling full well what the effect of that would be.

"Very nice.." she said, while running her thumb over my now hard nipple, and without saying a word, she reached out to my other breast, which was only slightly out of reach.

I willingly bent my upper body towards her, and within a second, she switched to my right breast, and did the exact same thing, leaving me with two hard nipples. The room was dead silent. No laughter, no hushed voices, nothing.

She moved her hand away from my breast, trailing her fingertips along my naked tummy, and further down, dangerously close to my pussy, but moving up towards my waist just before going too far down.

"That's a very pretty pussy.. I'd like to see it better."

Again, I knew what to do. I had learned the harsh way how to show off provocatively, even though the idea of people watching to which all of this was obviously new made it feel embarrassing. But Trudy seemed to know what she could expect, and she was definitely expecting something.

"Of course.." I said, before I then stepped in front of the chair, and while already anticipating the astonishment of the other women in the room, I lifted one of my feet, and planted it high up on the armrest of Trudy's chair, causing my thighs to be wide open, my pussy right in front of her eyes.

"Oh wow, that's.." I heard from somewhere in the living room.

"Did you see how easily she did that?" I heard another hushed voice.

"She has clearly done that before," another chuckled.

"If I'm ever going to try and wear shoes like that, please stop me if I'm going to try do something like that."

More chuckling, while Trudy was looking directly in between my legs.

"Very pretty.." Trudy said.

"You like it?" I repeated in yet another attempt to come off as flirty, as willing, the way they clearly appreciated I was acting.

"Mm I do honey, it's very sexy," she said, as she reached out again, and gently ran her wrinkled knuckles over my bare inner thigh as I stood there, patiently.

There I was again, showing my naked body off completely, despite all the promises to myself that I would never, ever do something like this again.

"I think I saw a very pretty ass too.." she then said, while she kept stroking along my thigh with her knuckles.

For a few seconds, I didn't really know what to do with that remark, until I realized it was a hint. To think that if I had hesitated like this with Big Mama, I'd undoubtedly get harshly punished for it.

"Well we're seeing a pretty ass already, Trudy, maybe you'll be the one who'll have to wait this time," someone else sneered, resulting in loud laughter.

"I can show you," I then said, looking down on Trudy, while the others seemed too busy joking to hear what was said between us.

"Would be a nice opportunity to convince me," she responded in a more quiet voice, just as I was about to withdraw the high stripper heel from the armrest.

Immediately I felt that pressure increase again. I was dependent on her for a private appointment. For money. I didn't want to screw that up. I really, really needed the money. And I remembered all too well what she was primarily interested in. My ass. But in front of the others? How was I even going to do that without looking like a complete slut?

Once I stood back up straight, I turned around. I had to at least try. The room went more quiet again as I then assumed another pose for Trudy. I parted my feet, more than I'd do if the idea of having to convince her wasn't planted in my head, and then bent at the waist, resting my right hand on my thigh, feeling how my cheeks parted simply because of the pose I was assuming. It must have looked at least as slutty as when I just showed her my pussy.

"Mm.. that's very nice.." I heard Trudy from behind me, right before I felt one of her hands on my left cheek, caressing it with the palm of her hand, right before I felt her squeeze my cheek, opening my crack even more, feeling her thumb almost at the inside of my crack, making me feel very aware of how she was looking directly at my anus.

I just stood still like that, allowing her to look at me in a way that could be thought of as some sort of inspection. The others couldn't see what she was looking at, how she was exposing my ass even more by squeezing my cheek like that, but I'm very sure they got the idea.

"She does keep surprising me," I heard someone say, in awe of what she was seeing, apparently.

"Definitely not innocent," someone chuckled.

I was under too much stress to say anything, and I just stood there, hoping Trudy would make up her mind about inviting me for a private appointment, while she gently kept squeezing my cheek, releasing tension, then increasing again, kneading it.

Eventually, I felt her hand withdraw, and move to my hip, casually stroking before I felt a few soft pats on my cheek.

"Alright honey, time to give the others the show they want."

I felt my face glowing as I stood up straight again. I would never get used to being looked at that way. I wasn't like other girls doing this sort of thing. The girls at the Stiletto club were very different.

Meanwhile, there was more chatter in the room, and when I looked to the side, I saw that Elizabeth, the woman at the far end who had been mostly passive when I did my little show for her before, seemed to be leaving, and the others were making a fuzz about it.

"Are you sure you want to leave already? You liked her show, didn't you?"

"Now let's not push her, I'm glad she stayed for as long as she did. Do you want us to pay back half?" Ella offered her.

"Wait what? I'm not going to pay back half, we were all in on this!"

"No but we knew Elizabeth was sacrificing herself, and I think it's nice that she stayed this long."

Ella once again proved herself to be the nice teacher she apparently was. She really seemed like a caring person.

"Oh no really, that's not necessary. It's just not for me, and me being here will just make things awkward."

I kept standing there, completely nude on my high platform heels, waiting while the group was arguing.

Ella had stood up as well, and was about to show Elizabeth out, but before they did, the two walked towards me.

"Thank you, Princess, for the nice show," Elizabeth said, in a somewhat stiff way, clearly having only been present, and even been paying, because her friends had wanted her to, which made me feel even more awkward standing there naked in front of her.

"You're welcome," I smiled politely.

Ella then walked with her to the door, and for a moment, I wasn't sure what to do.

"I can't believe she didn't want to stay."

"Well it means more attention for us, I'm not complaining!"

More chuckling.

"Sooo I think it's our turn now?" one of the women said.

"Well she wasn't done with us yet before Trudy -"

"Oh god, here they go again.." Trudy mumbled from behind me.

The women on the couches across each other kept bitching at each other, couch against couch, about whose turn it was. I didn't mind so much. Despite wanting to give them their money's worth, which I figured was only fair, I was on the clock. The arguing wasn't my fault.

Ella finally came back, and stood next to me, while the women still went on about whose turn it was, how they had all paid, that Trudy got more than them, they just didn't stop.

"I'm so sorry, you must be wondering in what kind of place you ended up. They're not usually like that, I swear," Ella grinned, while she took my hand in hers in a somewhat motherly way, rubbing my palm with her thumb.

"Oh it's fine, I don't mind," I answered. It was the truth.

"Now girls, girls!" Ella finally spoke up. "I have an idea. What if we move to the dining room, so we can all sit a little closer together, and Princess can tease us all a bit at the same time. I think it's better than fighting the whole time and not getting anything, don't you agree?"

"To the dining room? How would that work?"

Ella seemed to be wondering too now, about what she proposed, trying to find creative ways to make this work.

"Well.. maybe.. what if she gets up on the table? And we all sit around the table?"

There was some mumbling, again about their little disagreement, but things were definitely quieter.

"Is that okay? For you to get on the table?" Ella then asked me.

"Yeah of course, I mean.. no problem, if that's what you want."

I wasn't even sure how, but the women then finally seemed to agree.

"Alright, the dining room it is," someone said, and the rest followed her lead, getting off their seats, and making their way towards the door all the way in the back of the living room.

Ella still held my hand, as me and her walked in last.

"I still can't believe I have such a sexy girl in my house, all naked," she grinned at me.

"I'm very real," I joked at her, while strutting along with her, taller than her on those very high platform heels.

"Oh I know you are, I can feel you."

The dining room was a smaller room, but with a large brown dinner table in it, and around it were eight chairs. The women were taking their seats, and Ella led me to the head of the table.

"So ehm.. you want me to stand on the table? Should I take my shoes off?"

She seemed undecided.

"Well they do look really sexy on you, like a real stripper, you know? I mean, of course you are, but you know what I mean."

"Maybe she can just get on there on her knees and crawl back and forth a bit, I'm sure she'll look great," Trudy then said, her voice as calm and serious as before, while sitting at the other end of the table.

"Oh maybe you're right! Is that okay?" Ella turned to me again, as if it was a brilliant new idea that would make her plan work.

"Mhm, sure," I answered, although feeling a bit nervous about it. I wasn't sure how I was going to do that and still give them what they had paid for. But it was their idea, not mine.

"So ehm.. are you sure you don't want me to take off my shoes?" I asked Ella.

I didn't want to damage her dining table with those dangerous high heels. What would her husband even think? Was she married? Did he live here too? And where was he now? Apart from all that, I'd really like not wearing those shoes for a few minutes.

"Oh no it's fine honey, we're going to get a new one soon anyway, and it's damaged in a number of places already. Don't worry about it."

"Okay.." I then said, and I knew I had no choice but to get up on the table, for whatever little show they were expecting now.

I put my one knee up on the table before I put my other knee on it, carefully moving forward a bit so I was all the way on there.

"Maybe start with a sexy crawl toward me, nice and slow," Trudy then said. Again she was clearly the one taking charge.

"Mhm.." I said, not really feeling as if I had a say in it. In a way, I was kind of glad that she was instructing me, because I wasn't entirely sure what to do.

I then put my hands on the table, on all fours, and there I went. I knew I had to make it sexy, daring, and I even knew how. I was trained, whether it had been against my will or not.

With my back arched, one knee in front of the other, very slowly, I started to crawl on top of the table, surrounded by the women sitting and watching while I was fully on display. The room went quiet again as all attention was turned to me.

"Oh, wow. The dining table really was a great idea, Ella," one of them said, clearly satisfied with what she was seeing.

I didn't think it was a great idea at all. As much as I had already been on display in various situations, being there completely nude on top of the table, with those housewives surrounding me, my naked body being watched from all sides, felt as if I was reaching yet another level of exposure.

"That is just the sexiest thing I've ever seen," I heard someone say, clearly in awe.

With the group much more quiet than before, and crawling there on the table, my naked body for all to see, my butt swaying seductively with the long, slow strides I was taking, with my back arched, my breasts swinging slightly with every move, and realizing only seconds later how I was doing this without having received any explicit instruction. Apparently the harsh lessons that Big Mama had taught me, and the fear of what would happen if I did come off as anywhere near boring was still deeply rooted in my subconscious.

"My goodness, look at how she moves.."

"I think she really is a little tiger," one of them chuckled.

"Mmm she's a sexy tiger."

"I really like my front row view," someone I had just crawled past remarked.

"I think most of us have a pretty good view now except for Trudy this time!" someone poked fun at Trudy, who was sitting at the head of the table, facing me. The others laughed.

"Oh I'm pretty sure she'll make it worth the wait once she turns and gives me a nice show.. I think she knows what I like to see by now. Right, Princess?" Trudy remarked, while clearly looking into my direction in a way that seemed as if she was going to expect something. The others went quiet again.

"Of course," I answered, playing the part once again. She seemed satisfied, but kept gazing directly into my eyes. Once again I thought back of what she and I had discussed privately.

The seconds of silence felt awkward, while I had no choice but to continue my sexy crawl, knowing I was being observed so closely, from all sides.

"I can't even imagine she's any different in normal life. It seems like she was just born a tease."

"It makes me think of what you said about her being a friend of Nora. What if she came over, had dinner with the two of you, and helped cleaning off the table. She'd probably bend at the waist while picking up every plate right next to you, sticking out her ass, then look back, and go, 'do you like it?'"

The others burst into laughter, while the way she was kind of mocking my voice, imagining me in that situation, felt humiliating. But I had to leave them to their little fantasies. I had to tell myself that they were making fun of my act, not making fun of me as a person, to make this visit at least feel remotely positive. I knew for a fact that it could have been way worse.

"Even watching her load the dishwasher would probably be a treat!"

"Do you load the dishwasher as sexy as you do teasing us here, Princess?"

"Mhm, all the time," I played along once again, giving a polite smile to whoever was looking at my face at that moment.

"Well you can load up my dishwasher anytime, honey."

More laughter, while I kept crawling towards Trudy at the head of the table. So far no one was touching me, they were just enjoying the show, while they kept making their silly jokes, but when I finally arrived in front of Trudy, she reached out to me with her palms up.

I wasn't sure at first what she was planning to do, until I came closer, and her plan revealed itself. She reached towards my chest, and before I realized what she wanted, she cupped both my breasts, squeezing them like she had done before.

"There she is.." she said with a faint smile while looking into my eyes.

I just smiled back at her, once again remembering our little agreement, and what she already knew about me. I patiently allowed her, my face right in front of hers while I was sitting there on the table on all fours, and just like before, she started rubbing her thumbs over my nipples with a slight bit of pressure. It had the exact same effect, and yet again, I had no choice but to let her.

"Now Princess.." she started while she kept playing with my nipples like that, "I think you owe us a few lap dances, hmm?"

"Mhm.." I replied, remembering what we had agreed on, although I was letting them lead me through what they wanted so far.

At the same time, I felt a hand on my butt, softly caressing my left cheek, squeezing my flesh slightly a few times.

"Oh I almost forgot that we can touch her," I heard someone laugh from the side, just before another joined and started to do the same with my right cheek.

"Now why don't you go and make a very nice, sexy round along the table, showing off that sexy body.. and asking who wants a lap dance, what do you think."

"Sure," I replied, and telling myself that I knew how to do this. Or at least, I had done it once before, back at the club. I was able to do it. I should be able to.

"Mm.. but only after you turn around and give me a sexy little show, you know what I like to see.."

And with that, she let go of my breasts. Yes, I knew what she wanted to see, and yet again I was reminded of our little secret. And there I was, having to convince her once again, or at least, that's what it felt like.

It didn't take a genius to figure out which position she wanted me to take, even though this time there hadn't been any specific instructions.

I started turning around at the head of the table carefully, causing the few hands resting on my butt to slide off my skin, until I was positioned with my rear towards Trudy. My hands were back on the table, and with my back arched, causing my butt to stick out invitingly, my legs parted, causing my crack to open, I started to give her a little show by gyrating my hips slowly. I knew she could see everything, just like before. My labia on full display, but I had a pretty good idea of what she wanted to look at. My anus, which was exposed just as easily.

Once again the idea of being watched like that from behind, and Trudy probably having thoughts, fantasies, about my ass, which she had been very clear about in our brief private conversation before, made me feel very much on the spot.

It didn't take long before I saw the same two women who had been touching my butt before, now both reached for my breasts, cupping them under me, gently kneading them, with me patiently allowing it while I put on that slutty show in front of Trudy.

"God, her skin feels so smooth and sexy."

"She's definitely something," I heard Trudy's low voice from behind me, right before I felt her hand on my left cheek again, squeezing it like before, opening my crack more than how exposed it already was. "How about you use your hands a bit, honey."

That remark was a trigger for me. It had been a part of the violent drill I had to suffer with Big Mama, and for a second, even this woman suggesting I'd use my hands felt like criticism that could end in a bad way, even though that wasn't reasonable to think in this situation.

Probably for that reason, I didn't hesitate at all, as I then reached back with my right hand, and started to seductively caress my right cheek, the one Trudy wasn't touching, while I supported myself with my left arm.

"Mmm.. but how about.." Trudy then said, as I suddenly felt her fingers around my wrist, moving my arm forward while I was too confused to really push back, ".. a little sexier, for all that money you're getting.." she said, as she moved my hand towards my inner thigh, gently but very surely, while I felt reluctant, not entirely sure I should allow this or whether I even wanted to do this for them, "..hmm?" she added, as she guided my hand in between my legs.

I felt reluctant, but I didn't dare to protest. What if this could simply be expected for this amount of money? Or what if she'd turn me down for that other service we talked about after all? I needed that money. I needed to get at least one extra customer out of this. And what would the others even think if I went this far? Things had been at least a bit more innocent and playful until now, and touching myself there just seemed like slightly crossing the boundaries of what all this should be, in my mind at least.

The room had gone very quiet again, the hands that had been on my breasts were withdrawn, and before long, I found myself softly running my hand in between my legs, teasingly rubbing my pussy. I knew how to do it. It was just that I hadn't expected at all to be doing this now, and it felt somewhat embarrassing. As if things had just crossed the line between playful and obscene.

"I'm just astonished how Trudy has a way with these things," someone then broke the silence.

"But is she okay with this? I didn't hear you ask her that, Trudy. Are you okay with this, Princess?" I heard Ella's genuinely worried voice.

"Oh trust me, girls like her aren't as innocent as they look. For this kind of money, you should see how they act at a bachelor party," Trudy answered before I had a chance to respond.

"Well.. but I like her the way she acts with us," Ella responded, trying to defend her point, or even me. She was genuinely a sweet person.

"I mean, I think it's hot what she's doing there, even though I can't really see it," someone else remarked after a few seconds of silence.

"You'll get your turn.." Trudy said, while I kept stroking my labia slowly, as I presumed Trudy expected. Despite feeling embarrassed doing it in front of that group of what seemed to be housewives, I definitely still remembered how to tease, even to this extent. As if it never left my system, and was easily triggered. The one thing I was most concerned about, as I was harshly conditioned to be by Big Mama, was doing anything wrong.

"Are you sure this is okay, Princess?" I heard Ella again.

"Of course," I even gave a polite smile to where she was sitting at the table. I didn't want her worried, or myself causing some kind of conflict. What option did I have? To tell her what I was already doing was not okay? And apart from that, there was the idea that I still wanted another customer out of this.

"Very sexy, honey," I finally heard Trudy's approving voice, "now why don't you start making that round so everyone can enjoy you being such a sexy tease."

"Okay," I said, and while I was just trying to make up my mind in which direction I'd go, I felt two gentle taps on my right cheek. "And don't forget those lap dances, honey."

"There comes our sexy tiger again," one of the two women sitting at one side smirked. It was the couple of women who had been the most forward before, apart from Trudy.

I smiled at them, and just because they were the first to mention anything, I decided they'd get the first turn, even though I was still busy trying to figure out what they'd expect. Or maybe more precisely, what Trudy expected me to do.

But that was resolved quickly, because they had their own ideas.

"Could you maybe lay on your side?"

"Of course.." I said, trying my best to maintain that flirty, easy going tone that I was sure of by now they appreciated, as I then lowered myself onto the table, face towards them, resting on my side.

It took only seconds before the other one reached out towards my left breast, and the fondling continued, the expression on her face making it clear she was enjoying it, occasionally looking into my eye, while I started to feel the other woman stroke my outer thigh.

"She looks like she's flexible," the woman stroking my thigh then said, "can you put your one leg up all the way in the air?"

Just when I thought I couldn't possibly feel more exposed right there on top of the table. But there was something else going on. There was something in the eyes of the woman asking me to do it that I didn't like. That smirk, as if challenging me. And even though she, or even Trudy, might not have had bad intentions at all, it felt as if they were trying to push me around, and I wasn't going to have that. Sure, if they had been a bunch of gangsters, I'd know I wouldn't be able to push them away. But this was different.

Suddenly I thought back of the little pep talk that Alexa, the woman who had helped me with my clothes and makeup back in the gang's mansion, had given me. About being a strong girl. About telling myself that no one could hurt me. That I was the sexiest, the strongest. And while it had helped me only for a brief moment then, I figured it might definitely help me now. Who did they think they were? And did they think I was some weak, scared little mouse? They were just a bunch of housewives. I had experienced worse than this. Much worse. Did they think they could intimidate me? No, instead, I was going to intimidate them. The way Trudy had pushed me before had already irritated me, but I had been insecure, scared even. But that was going to change. I felt a deep urge to take control again. If they wanted provocative, they were going to get it.

Without saying a word, I then leaned back a bit, resting on my elbow, and then slowly raised my right leg into the air. I kept going until my foot was raised all the way, my leg straight. But I didn't stop there. Just as Trudy had me do before, I then reached towards my crotch with my hand, and started to slowly stroke my pussy, while lying there in that very open position.

I saw the woman who had asked me to do it watch me quietly with her mouth open, and seconds after, the others started to cheer, louder than before.

"Oh my god, look at that!"

One of them even clapped her hands, as if applauding.

"Isn't she the best? Isn't she just the best?"

"So far for sweet and innocent Princess!"

My change in attitude was noticed immediately, or at least, it felt like that. And I enjoyed it. I enjoyed having that feeling of control again. I needed it, and I wasn't going to let go of it this time.

And I wasn't finished just yet. The woman who had asked me to do it was still quiet, staring at me with her mouth open. She seemed speechless.

"You like that?" I asked her, with a smirk on my face that might have even seemed slightly devious. It felt as if I was turning the tables on her.

She just kept staring at how my hand moved teasingly between my legs, at my leg raised up all the way, as if in a slight shock.

"Huh? Oh, yeah," she finally mumbled, seemingly having some trouble processing what she was looking at, before looking away from me, to the others. She seemed to try to make it look casual, but in my mind, she did it because she was embarrassed. Intimidated. I was reaching my goal. I had to hold on to this state of mind.

"You know that feeling where you're both jealous and kind of turned on at the same time?" she then muttered.

"I know exactly what you mean!"

But I still wasn't finished with her. I wanted to crush her. I wanted to crush all of them. They weren't going to see me as some weak girl, someone reluctant because she didn't have much experience. Because I had experience, no matter the way I had accumulated it.

I kept my eyes on her.

"So you want a lap dance?" I then asked her directly, forcing her to look at me again by talking directly at her.

She seemed startled by my direct question.

"Uhuh, yeah..?"

Feeling much more confident now, I finally withdrew my hand, and lowered my leg, before then getting on my knees to move towards the edge of the table, and then moved my feet over the edge to slide off of it.

"Move back a bit."

I could hardly believe myself, the way I was now directing her. But I loved riding that wave of confidence, of control.

Without a word, she scooted her chair back to give me some space. It felt as if I could have told her to do anything. Realizing I apparently had that power felt like a huge relief.

Immediately then, I moved towards her, and facing her, I moved my leg up over her lap, and within a matter of seconds, I was straddling her, while putting my arm around her shoulder for support. They were going to remember not to mess with Princess.

I then started grinding her lap, slowly but surely, my naked body pressing against her clothes.

The room was bustling again while I did it.

"Look at how she moves! Look at that butt!"

I smiled, without anyone seeing it. So this was what revenge felt like. Or at least, in my mind it felt like revenge, and that was all that mattered.

The woman I was giving a lap dance seemed speechless. She didn't even attempt to touch me anywhere, she just sat there.

After a short while, I then moved off of her, and turned around in front of her. This time with my back to her, I put my butt right into her lap, and started to grind slowly again, while having a chance to look into the room, although I looked mostly at the floor. Not because I was shy. I was concentrating, and I didn't want anyone to distract me.

"Wow, I can see why guys must like this," I heard someone say.

"Well I can tell you that girls like this too!" the woman I was doing a lap dance on finally exclaimed. It was followed by a loud wave of laughter.

Finally then, I decided that this was all she was going to get, and I got off her lap, standing up straight again, while looking at the other woman.

"You want one too?"

"Oh god yes," she grinned, and immediately moved the chair back, just as I had directed the other woman to do.

I repeated the exact same thing as I had done on the other woman, straddling her. She seemed a bit less intimidated, and moved her hand around me, stroking my back before giving my butt a few playful pats. I didn't mind. I was going to stay in control from now on.

"Oh wow I had never imagined how this would feel," she said after I had turned around. "She's going to be the hero in my fantasies for a long time, believe me."

The others burst out in laughter while I kept performing, but even I couldn't help but smiling. These women really had no ill will in them, and perhaps that made my own mind trick work. In any case, I had Alexa to thank for it.

After I was done with her, I hesitated a bit, but I decided I was going to make my way back to the others over the table, not around it. By that time, I was very sure they were going to be satisfied with my services.

I put my knee up onto the table again, pulled my other knee up onto it, and there I was again, on top of the table, crawling towards the other side, slow and sexy.

Across me were the skinny woman, and the chubby woman who had been so reluctant around me before, not knowing what was or wasn't allowed. I decided to resolve that first. She was going to be an easy target in my flow of what felt like a revenge on my nervous self.

I crawled directly towards her, my eyes fixating her, smiling. I decided that she deserved a little show too, before offering my lap dance.

I remembered well how she had been reluctant to touch me, and I was going to play into that. I turned around on the table, and assumed a similar pose to the one with Trudy. My knees apart, my back arched, completely on display for her.

My own courage surprised me, while I then reached back, gave a few gentle pats on my butt, right before gesturing back at her with my finger, as if inviting her to touch.

"She's flirting with Angela, look!" someone exclaimed. So that was her name.

"Well you better do what she wants!" another chuckled.

Angela got the hint immediately, and reached up towards my butt. The first few seconds she seemed cautious still, caressing my right cheek gently, but then, to my slight surprise, she started kneading my cheek in a way that was more firm than I expected.

"You go Angela!"

"What is she doing?"

"Having a good time with that perfect ass, what else," the skinny woman next to Angela grinned. Loud laughter again. They seemed to be opening up even more in their enthusiasm.

But then she did something I hadn't expected from her at all. She suddenly withdrew her hand, only to have it land back with a hard, stinging smack on the same cheek she had been touching before. I jumped slightly, and I was sure it had left a mark. It was as if she didn't know her own strength.

"Oh, Angela, careful," Ella gasped.

I looked back at her over my shoulder, and saw Angela blush heavily, looking at Ella while she seemed afraid to have done something that wasn't allowed after all. She then looked back at me as if she was a child who had just been caught stealing cookies and feeling bad about it. Despite the whole situation, her expression seemed endearing.

"It's okay," I then said, trying to comfort her. I had experienced much worse, and with her clear realization of guilt, I almost felt sorry for her. "You want a lap dance?" I continued to offer her.

She just nodded, her face still red like a tomato.

For the second time, I then turned around, and climbed off the table. I stood there waiting for a few seconds before she realized what I was expecting, and then nervously scooted back her chair.

She was the biggest of all of them, and I had to spread my legs pretty wide to be able to straddle her, but I managed to do it. And just like with the others, I started grinding her lap slowly. I still felt a bit for her, as she seemed to still feel guilty about that hard smack, and I wanted to make her understand that it wasn't a big deal. I reached for her arm, and gently guided it around me, so that her hand was back on my butt. No smacking this time. Not even kneading. She just carefully caressed, while I gave her a bit more time than the others.

"Aw look at that.." I heard Ella's motherly voice again, "isn't she nice, Angela?"

Angela still didn't speak. It was only when I turned around when I heard her voice close to my ear, as if she didn't want the others to hear it, "thank you, you really are nice." It brought a genuine smile to my face, while performing my slow grinding ritual.

I gave the skinny woman a lap dance too, everyone was going to get a turn. What I remember mostly from performing on that woman, was that the contrast between sitting on that much bigger woman's lap was somewhat awkward to adjust to while performing on her bony legs.

Lastly, there was Ella, who had been so very nice to me the whole time. I looked directly at her while I came walking towards her, smiling at her. I didn't mind at all coming to her. If only I would be able to find more women like her to be my customers, then this whole predicament wouldn't be as bad as it was.

"Hi," I smiled as I stood in front of her. "Do you want a lap dance or do I need to be spanked again?" I teased her.

"Oh," she started to laugh. "Honestly I'd love both, but.." her eyes sparkled.

I didn't wait for her to make up her mind, but I did have an idea. First she was going to have the lap dance like the others anyway. I stood in front of her, straddled her, and performed my little act, while she ran her hands over my back. It even felt as if she did it because she cared for me.

"I just wanted to say you've been so great, you were just perfect. And I love what you just did for Angela, that was so nice of you," she spoke to me quietly while the others were still chatting and joking among each other.

"Of course, no problem," I smiled while I was continuing my little show, giving her the same as the others.

While I had turned around to finish my lap dance with her, she then told me that it was time. I had done what they paid for, I was pretty sure of it. But it didn't mean I was going to let go of part two of my little plan for Ella. Just because I wanted to. Because she had genuinely cared for me.

I stood up from her lap, but turned around towards her again, took a few steps towards her to stand on her side, and just as she started to talk to the others, "Okay everyo-", I started lowering my body over her lap, just like before.

She started to giggle, as I then invitingly patted my butt a few times.

"Oh Princess, you really are a tease aren't you!"

And it didn't take long before I received yet another few slaps on my butt, patiently playing the bad girl act she had loved so much before, before getting up.

"Thank you sweetie, you really are the best," she beamed as I then finally stood up straight again, knowing my visit had come to an end.

Ella then stood up to get everyone's attention, putting her arm around my waist as I stood there, still nude except for the stripper heels.

"Okay everyone, listen up! Time's up with our gorgeous Princess, unfortunately!"

She even sounded like a teacher, taking charge and talking to her friends like that, with me standing there like some student she was telling them about. Except, a very naked student.

"Well I think she's made up more than enough for our previous attempt to do this, what do you think?"

"Oh totally. From now on, we're only going to invite her."

"Well but we said this was going to be a one time thing though, right? I mean, it's not cheap.." someone said in a worried tone.

"I was just joking. Or was I? I mean.. wow."

Some others started to chuckle.

"Well if we'll do it again, I definitely want her."

The others nodded in agreement.

"So do you get dressed now, or how does that work?" Ella then asked me, relying on me as the one knowing all the ins and outs.

"Mhm," I smiled.

She then leaned towards me, holding her hand at my ear. "In the meantime, I'll take care of that tip Trudy promised, okay? And maybe others will have tips too."

Once again I was impressed by how nice and considerate she was.

"Thank you.." I said, before I then finally made my way out of the dining room, away from everyone, strutting down that suburban house in just the heels, towards the living room, where I picked up the school girl skirt still on the floor, before I continued towards the bathroom.

I only noticed how tired my legs were when I sat down on the toilet seat to finally take off the high heels. I rubbed my feet a bit, before then getting back in my normal clothes.

I was proud of myself. I had managed to pull this off, and it felt like I had at least a new strategy to feel more comfortable with all this. The Alexa trick, was what I called it in my head. Above all, this had been very good money. Maybe three.. or four appointments like this in a week, and I'd be able to meet Big Mama's high demand. But four appointments like this in a week? How was I even going to get those? This one had been arranged for me, but what if nothing else came through? What if Trudy wouldn't contact me within a week? Then how was I supposed to get that money?

I tried not to panic again, while I got into my regular underwear, my pants, shirt, socks, and finally my shoes. Maybe Ella..? Or maybe the chubby woman? She seemed interested in her own way, didn't she?

But I remembered all too well what Candy had told me. To not be too aggressive. I'd have to be subtle. Maybe I'd still have a chance to talk someone into it?

I checked my phone to see what time it was. 7 past 10. Candy would pick me up in 8 minutes. If I wanted to see if I could talk someone else into my, well, other services, I'd have to be quick.

With my duffle bag over my shoulder, I then stepped out of the bathroom wearing my normal clothes, and I saw the women having gathered in the hallway, ready to leave as well, and seemingly waiting to say goodbye to me.

But having them so bunched up together didn't give me a chance at all to talk privately to anyone, while I exchanged a few hugs and goodbyes.

Trudy didn't say anything as I said goodbye to her. She only touched my hip briefly, before gently patting on my butt a few times. I felt myself blush, being once again reminded of what she was hinting at. But I knew that I wanted her to contact me. Soon. I just couldn't tell her with the others around.

When I gave the chubby woman a slight hug, I felt her pushing something in my hand. Another 20. "Thank you," she just said, and quickly looked away again. No chance talking to her.

The women said goodbye to Ella quickly, and before I knew it, I was the only one left, standing in the hallway with Ella.

"I have a few more tips for you," she then said, turning to me, holding out her hand to me, with a small wad of bills.

"Oh thank you," I said, as I took the bills from her with a polite smile.

I didn't want to count in front of her, but glancing at it, I figured it must be something like 35, 40 in total.

"I'm so glad we picked you, you did really great, did I already tell you that?" she smiled.

"You did, thanks," I laughed.

"So.. is anyone coming to pick you up?"

"Mhm."

"Maybe we should look out of the living room window, so we can see when someone arrives. What kind of car is it?" she said while I followed her to the living room.

"Eh.. a black Mercedes."

There was an awkward silence as we stood there, and I realized that this might be my last chance.

"You know, if you want I can give you my number, maybe if you want some time alone with me," I then said, feeling myself blush a bit.

Ella looked directly at me, with an expression on her face I couldn't quite bring home.

"I'm not sure what you mean?"

I started feeling awkward when that question came.

"Like, you know. If you want to spank me again or something," I faked a playful little smile, although I felt myself blush as I said it. "Or anything else you want."

She gazed at me, and when I saw some sort of disbelief in her eyes, I realized I might have made a mistake.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" she then raised her voice in what seemed to be disbelief. "I didn't think you were like that, I honestly didn't!"

She swallowed, then sighed.

"I thought you were a nice girl. Just a tease. This is really disappointing," she continued after a pause.

I froze. Of all the women there, the one I had really liked was her.

"Okay sorry, forget what I said," I said, deeply regretting what I just did, running my hand through my hair while looking down. This felt so deeply humiliating.

"Well the problem is that you said it."

Her words stung so bad, I felt like I was going to cry. I managed to swallow my tears.

Just then, a car pulled up and stopped in front of the house.

"I think that's your taxi." Her voice sounded so much colder than before.

I just nodded, as I started walking to the front door. She still had the courtesy to open it for me.

"I really didn't mean to -"

"Bye Princess."

I turned, and while I walked to the car, it felt like I was carrying a stone in my stomach. I felt like such an idiot. It felt as if I had ruined everything for her in just those few minutes. And not just for her, also for myself. I'd probably never see her again, while I had left her thinking I was some kind of slut. A hooker. The hooker that I really was.

"Hi honey," Candy greeted me as I opened the passenger door of the black Mercedes.

I got in without a word, put the duffle bag between my feet, and we drove off.