Late Night Hookup

Late Night Hookup Pt. 2 By Samantha Burnett

--- This story contains: Lesbian, Dominance, Prostitution, Humiliation, Objectification, Reluctance, Anal

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It had been months since Charlotte had had her deeply secret, late night hookup. For weeks, she was barely able to think back about her intense adventure. She wasn't sure at all that this was what she had actually wanted. Sure, she had fantasized about being dominated sexually, but the memories of what happened there in that apartment, with that extremely demanding woman, who objectified her, humiliated her, even fucked her relentlessly, made her face flush in deep shame to this day. Yes, she couldn't deny that that she got weirdly aroused by the whole adventure, at the time, and the gorgeous blonde had even masturbated a few times afterwards, to the idea of what happened, and what could happen if she did it again, but it was just too much. too much at once, while completely unprepared, and not having a clear idea at all about what she would or would not indulge in. It even felt as if the woman had taken advantage of her. Of her naivety, of her lack of experience. She hated that thought. It was shameful to realize that she had let that happen.

"Hey baby, whats up. Up for some fun tonite? Msg me"

She had gotten a message from that woman, that "DommeKath" or whatever her name was, a week after that night she wished not to think about ever again, but she had flat out ignored it.

Lately, however, her sex drive again took the better of her. She wanted more adventure. And she figured there would be safer ways to do it. Better ways. With better people. With people who respected her lack of experience, and who'd take things slower. People who wouldn't take advantage of her like that woman had clearly done. Still, she had felt reluctant about even logging into that F4F dating app again. She had only logged in once after it happened, and that was just to deactivate her profile.

Then one night, she just couldn't help herself. What was the worst that could happen? She just reactivated her profile, and while she felt that urge in her body again, she started going through profiles.

Everything was there. From vanilla to hardcore BDSM types to outrageous fetishists having pictures on their profiles that made her eyebrows raise. She hadn't looked that far when she first got on there.

Would she want a vanilla encounter, perhaps? It would at least be, well, not as overwhelming as what she had experienced. She tried to imagine it, but discovered quickly that that was not what she was really feeling.

Her mind wandered off once again as she scrolled through some kinkier profiles. One profile in particular caught her eye. "Mistress Muriel" was her name, and her profile told her that she was a 'soft Domme', that she had 20 years of experience in BDSM, and described her style as "caring and respectful". That certainly sounded a lot better than what Charlotte had indulged in.

It took a few more days before she had overcome her reluctance of actually getting into yet another adventure, but once her curiosity triumphed yet again, she took the chance of at least sending her a message. She had told herself to take things slow this time, and at least this person seemed respectful enough to reach out to.

She went on and wrote an honest message, about how her profile had intrigued her, that she wasn't very experienced apart from a little adventure, that she would like to know more and asked whether she didn't mind her lack of experience.

She received a reply the next day. At first she had grinned about the woman calling her "Little one," and how she was open to "new subs". But what followed was a whole rant about how she would then apparently "train" her, and when she would earn her respect and love, she would be "collared", whatever that meant.

It was very obvious that this woman was very deep into that whole thing, and was probably not looking for a little adventure.

But she did answer, giving her the benefit of doubt, although she wasn't entirely sure that this was what she was looking for either. She replied that she was curious about what that training looked like, that this lifestyle thing fascinated her but that she wasn't sure what she had meant by collaring her, but that she was also looking for a discrete date now and then, rather than a full on "lifestyle relationship" as the woman had called it.

The reply that she got after that baffled her. The woman literally scolded her for not knowing what she wanted, that she had to show some respect, that the adventure she had had was 'probably fake anyway', that she didn't know what being submissive even meant, all phrased in a way as if she knew it all and Charlotte knew nothing.

She read it in disbelief, and for a minute, she even took it personally. She even felt the urge to reply that she was sorry, but it was only then that she just got angry at her, and ignored her completely. So far for trying something else. With her stupid collar, her D/s whatever, and her accusations. God. But she left it there without responding, and without even getting back on that app.

The days following, she felt extremely frustrated. Not only because of the reply she had gotten, but it seemed as if with that reply, her sexual frustration had only grown worse, and that night it reached yet another peak.

Should she just reach out to that DommeKath person again? She knew what she could expect from her now after all. Well, not completely, but at least she had an idea. She even allowed memories of that night back into her mind. She masturbated furiously to those memories under the shower, leaning with her one hand against the bathroom wall, and delivered a hard slap on her own round, perfect ass, in a way trying to relive that experience on her own.

"Arch that back, slut.. " she mumbled, repeating what the woman had said to her at some point, and moved her hand between her legs, rubbing herself, as she gave herself yet another hard slap on her ass, "dirty whore.." she whispered as she then couldn't contain herself anymore, and masturbated herself to an orgasm that made her head spin.

It was as if all the pent up energy of these last weeks just had to get out. As if she was finally able to be honest towards herself about actually deeply enjoying what happened that night.

But while she was able to let go of her inhibitions, and as relieved as that orgasm had made her feel, her frustration stayed. She wanted more. She wanted kinky. She wanted rough.

Sitting on the couch with her towel still wrapped around her body, she then scrolled through her older messages, towards the message Kath had sent her months ago. She hesitated, but only because she thought it might be impolite to reply to that message only months later. How would she react? She practically ghosted the woman.

But what did she have to lose? But then again, what if the woman didn't want to talk to her anymore? In her current mindset, she'd even hate being rejected by her. She was crazy turned on.

"Hey, sorry for not texting, have been kinda busy -"

As she started typing, she felt the adrenaline rush through her body, and right then and there she wanted to touch herself again as she continued typing.

"Up for some fun again soon if you are ;)"

She felt her face flush as she typed it. She knew she was offering herself to that same woman that she had cursed, despised, while buried in her own shame. But the itch between her legs and the thoughts racing through her restless mind defeated all morals and inhibitions.

She felt tense as she was still looking at the screen, and already saw that Kath was typing a reply. The idea that she had read her message was now even thrilling.

"Mmm hi little slut.. what kinda fun you looking for"

She received a first message, but saw that Kath was typing yet again, and Charlotte just waited. Apparently she hadn't minded at all that she had ghosted her for quite a while.

"How 'bout we try some paid fun, bet you like it.. up for it? little whore xx"

Charlotte's eyes were fixated on the screen, and her thoughts ran off, while that itch only got worse. Paid fun. Oh, she remembered very well how the woman had mentioned it before. She had mentioned it even before she left Kath's apartment that overwhelming night. She actually had called it 'that pimping thing'. Those words. But she knew she would be a hypocrite if she denied that even those words, and that whole idea, turned her on. She had whispered it to herself just minutes ago in the shower.

At that moment, Charlotte was just a ball of sexual fire, unable to even keep her hands off herself while reading that message again. She wanted adventure, and the prospect of that being within immediate reach drove her crazy.

"I guess I can try it..?" she then texted back, still careful, but clearly feeling the rush in her body even thinking about it.

The woman did not answer for a while, which drove Charlotte even crazier. Had she read the message? Was she expecting a different answer? Should she just propose that instead she just wanted a similar adventure to what she had already experienced? But no, her body told her clearly that she was up for new adventures, despite her earlier inhibitions. Perhaps even being turned off so greatly by that so called "Mistress Muriel", or whatever the name of that stuck up bitch was, made her long for something uncomplicated and kinky even more. She didn't need acceptance of those sorts of people. And what was the harm in it, when despite her inhibitions and shame, she had clearly really enjoyed that night at Kath's apartment in retrospect? She told herself that she had just been afraid of herself, and that her fear would only get in the way of what she really wanted.

"Keep Friday night free xx"

That's all she texted. Friday night. That was two nights away. It was going to happen. She was going to have another kinky adventure. She didn't know what exactly, but based on her earlier experience with the same woman, she knew that it was going to be a thrill, one way or another. And that was what she wanted.

Charlotte did want to ask more, about whether the plan was for her to come over to Kath's place again, about what that "paid fun" meant exactly, about what was going to be expected from her next Friday. But she didn't. Perhaps she didn't want to know just yet, as it allowed her fantasies to wander free, without having to worry about what it actually was that Kath got in store for her.

"Okay.. looking forward to it. :) xx"

Charlotte re-read her reply after she sent it, and while she just meant it playfully while being carried away in her arousal, she wasn't sure she should have replied that way. Did she sound too eager? Too naive? And did she just confess to that woman who exploited her so intensely, that she had been appreciating it, even while she had been feeling ashamed and even slightly angry for months because of it?

But Kath did not seem to care, as was evident from her follow up text, about an hour after she sent her last message, giving her thoughts plenty of time to wander off, barely able to leave her hands off her own body while trying to imagine what was going to be in store for her.

"Friday 9PM. U can bring the outfit u wore last time. Where can i pick u up?"

Charlotte's heart skipped a beat, as she realized this was actually going to happen. Images of the scandalously sexy outfit she had been wearing while visiting Kath a few months ago, and which she had thrown in a dark corner of her closet ever since, flashed through her mind. She had not been able to even look at it, the thought was just too confronting.

But the last part of that simple message had her confused a bit. Pick her up? Kath was looking to pick her up somewhere next Friday? Was she implying she was going to give Kath her address? That felt a bit dangerous, even though she was tempted to just give it. She clearly wanted this, but at the same time her paranoia about having her privacy invaded kicked in. She had appreciated the discretion around her first visit, and she felt reluctant to just give that up, while at the same time not wanting to miss out on the prospect of a new adventure.

"Can you pick me up at the corner of Wells and Chestnut street? And do I just bring the outfit or wear it?"

It even felt slightly dangerous to give Kath a spot near where she lived. The idea of this woman somehow getting near her real life made her feel somewhat uncomfortable. But she told herself not to be so paranoid. This was about fun after all, and that's clearly also what Kath was looking for.

"OK. U can change later, wear what u want, something easy to take off."

So it was settled. She was going to go and meet this woman again, now that her sexual, perverted cravings got the better of her. And for a second, she felt something resembling panic. Wasn't it better if all of this just remained a fantasy? Was she really going to allow herself to get into one of those encounters again, and possibly regret it for months after, just like what happened last time? But it felt as if it was too late to change her mind now, having already promised Kath that she was up for it, and even gave her the location of a spot near her place.

"Tell me ur going to be a good little whore"

Charlotte's face flushed. There it was again. The sort of language that was just so crazy perverted, even humiliating to some extent, but which turned her on so immensely. It was almost as if Kath was in the room, controlling her, demanding an answer. She remembered those eyes clearly now, that pushy attitude that wouldn't let her get away with anything.

"I'm going to be a good little whore"

Her fingers trembled slightly as she typed it. That feeling of obedience she had felt while she was over at her place, and which she had imagined afterwards when she was in the shower by herself, leading to one intense orgasm after another. But the real thing, as even typing that text felt, was already feeling more intense.

"Mmm yea u better be. See u friday, slut."

Charlotte could barely contain herself. She couldn't think of anything else anymore, even though her mind was caught in a strange blend of doubt and excitement.

The day following, Charlotte was exceptionally cheery while at the office where she worked, contrasting with the weeks before where she had been absent minded, and touchy. Not that day. Her mood swing had seemed so obvious, that at some point a colleague asked her whether she was dating someone. Charlotte had been blushing slightly, and had playfully answered that maybe this was the case. Despite her nerves, it had been as if a weight had fallen off her shoulders. The burden of shame.

Later that day, she felt her phone buzz in her back pocket, and seeing on the screen that it was a message from Kath, she quickly hunched to make sure no one was able to see it while she read it.

"Dont forget to wear slut makeup"

It was followed by a link, which Charlotte decided to open later, in the privacy of her own house, even though she could barely resist. But what if her phone suddenly started to make porn sounds? There was no way something like that was going to happen.

Once home that night, she blinked as she opened the link, showing her a picture of some girl with an almost ridiculous amount of makeup on her face. Glossy pink lips, dark eyeliner giving her eyes some sort of cat eye look, an exaggerated amount of blush and foundation making her face look barely natural. It was just screaming 'porn'. That was not Charlotte's style at all. Sure, she used makeup, but she always used it in such a way that it would look natural while highlighting her facial traits. But apparently, Kath insisted, and she didn't even know how to argue with a demand like that if she wanted to.

Charlotte didn't respond to the last message, but she promised herself she would give it a shot.

The next morning, after a somewhat restless night, Charlotte could barely concentrate at work. It felt as if her colleagues even knew she was hiding a secret from them, even though no one had a clue. She was glad to have the afternoon off, needing the space around her, even though thinking too much about finally meeting Kath again that night drove her crazy, both in good and bad ways.

It was only then that she collected that sexy, slutty outfit from the deep away corner of her closet where she hid it, for the first time since that intense adventure. Fishing the black stockings and garter belt and holding them up took her right back to that night, back to the overwhelming entrance with that bossy woman who had insisted that her thong needed to go immediately, to that same woman who made her practically worship her body in such kinky ways. That woman who completely dominated her, and fucked her in such an unspeakable way.

Even looking at these clothes, at the thong, the bra, and especially the super high platform heels that she had bought especially for the occasion, now made her mind fill up with shame again, and even more so when realizing she was going to do it again. She was going to allow herself to dive head first into something incredibly kinky, into unknown territory, into something possibly even more edgy than what she experienced the first time.

While she was freshening up that sexy outfit, she just could not stop thinking, and had to try hard to not panic a few times. How serious was this "paid" thing anyway? And where exactly was Kath taking her to? Was she even sure she wanted to do this? Could she not have suggested that she did not want to try that, but just come over to Kath's place again? And then what would have happened? Would Kath have been open to it, and wouldn't that have been a much safer choice? Why did she jump on the first thing Kath suggested?

Even after Charlotte took a light meal that night, the unrest in her mind continued, and even the warm shower she took, which had been relaxing her and sending her right back into that kinky fantasy world so many times in the last few weeks, did not work that night. She felt slightly stressed, and had to tell herself repeatedly that it was going to be fun, that she should drop her inhibitions once more, and just let go of all the worries.

After having groomed herself and having gotten into comfy clothes - blue Adidas track pants and a white shirt, with easy, comfortable underwear - she took another look at that dreaded picture Kath had sent her, before starting to work on her makeup.

Surprisingly, putting on her makeup and gradually applying more and more, seeing her own transformation in the mirror while her face was turning into that of some kind of porn girl, got her in the mood somehow. It was as if she was putting on a mask, as if hiding her real self, and assuming some kind of slutty identity. The thought comforted her. In a way, she imagined, the real Charlotte would not be recognizable.

Watching herself in the mirror, the dark blue eye shadow that she had barely used before put on so heavily that it could hardly be called natural, the eye liner drawn to accentuate her eyes in a slightly exaggerated way, her eye lashes colored in a dark black, contrasting with her pale complexity, her lips covered in an explicit pink gloss, the combination of the slight amount of foundation and clearly visible blush making her face look almost like that of a doll, she grinned for a second. This was on the verge of being just silly, especially in contrast with her comfy, casual clothes.

She continued her makeover by carefully painting both her finger and toe nails in a bright pink color. She promised herself to remove it once this adventure was over and not leave any traces for when she'd be at the office again.

At 8:45, Charlotte decided it was time to get ready and leave her apartment, her nerves rising to sky high levels. She realized that Kath was probably already be on her way, and she felt the adrenaline rushing through her body increase.

It was weird even leaving her apartment, in her sneakers, track pants, a gray hoodie over her white shirt, a gym bag over her shoulder, while her makeup was done so very heavily. She snickered to herself at the idea of going to a very fancy gym where people wear makeup.

But at the same time, she felt this slight paranoia of being seen like this. Fortunately the apartment building was quiet, but once out on the streets, she already thought every person was eyeing her up and wondering what she was up to, even though no one could possibly know.

She walked a few hundred feet up to the point where she had told Kath she could be picked up, and waited there, occasionally grabbing her phone to check if she had any new messages, but there were none. She didn't even know what car to look for, but she figured it would be obvious once Kath would arrive.

And it was. Eventually, Charlotte saw a car stopping right around the corner, a small Toyota. She approached the car, and tried to look inside from a respectable distance, slightly bending, as she then suddenly stood there eye in eye with that very kinky woman she had been having so many doubts about. She immediately recognized her face, and it sent a small adrenaline shiver through her legs.

She then stepped closer towards the car, and then opened the passenger door, peeking in.

"Hi.." she said, feeling somewhat awkward about meeting her like this, after their wild adventure months ago.

Kath took a few things off the passenger seat as Charlotte stood next to the car, freeing up the seat for her, before Charlotte stepped in, placed the gym bag in between her legs, and then just like that, she sat right next to the woman she had been thinking about so much. With whom she had had such a life altering, perverted experience. The idea of her now being here, near her own apartment, felt oddly intimidating. The adventure had always felt as a distant thing, safe and far away.

Kath looked at her as the car still stood there right on the corner, gazing at Charlotte without a word. Charlotte looked back, an awkward smile on her pretty, heavily made up face.

Then slowly, Kath reached out to Charlotte's face, and she could immediately feel the woman's dominance in the air. She brushed some of Charlotte's blonde hair behind her ear, and then touched her ear with her fingers, squeezing her ear slightly.

"Very pretty.. I missed that face."

Charlotte felt goosebumps creeping down her spine as she managed to keep that slight smile on her face, while looking into Kath's eyes, and for a moment, she thought she was referring to the long time she had been ghosting her after what happened, and was afraid of a remark in that direction, but she said nothing.

But then the intensity with which Kath's fingers held Charlotte's ear increased noticeably.

"Are you going to be a good little whore?"

Just like in the texts, but hearing it, in reality now, in that car so close to her house hard Charlotte's mind spinning again. Exactly like at Kath's apartment, she was definitely not one for small talk.

"Yes," Charlotte answered awkwardly, and already she couldn't believe she was going so far along into this whole game so willingly, feeling deeply worried about the risk of being seen in that car by someone she knew, or anyone seeing what was happening just by looking into the car as it was parked there alongside the road.

"Mhm.. yeah I know you are.." Kath replied while she loosened the grip around Charlotte's ear, as if she used the pressure only to make a point.

Charlotte swore she could see a slight smirk on the woman's face when she then let go of her ear, and finally turned her eyes away from Charlotte and set the car in motion.

She casually turned up the radio volume, and there they were, listening to some Italian radio station as they drove off to new experiences for Charlotte.

But after passing the first few traffic lights, Kath turned down the volume slightly to be able to talk to Charlotte.

"Come here.." Kath said idly, while keeping her eyes on the road, and casually reaching out to Charlotte.

Charlotte was still processing the way Kath was coming off as dominant as she had been, as if being here in the car, outside, made no difference to her from being inside. The tone, and her unclear demand, triggered something inside Charlotte that she had felt while first visiting, and what she had been longing for despite her inner struggle.

But what did she actually mean? Charlotte knew very well how strict she was, and how she barely would even tolerate questions. She nervously moved slightly on her seat, but while she did, Kath kept extending her hand towards her, as if it was a hint to come closer, while not taking her eyes off the road.

It felt daring to be doing this, right there in the car, with people in other cars possibly being able to see what was happening. But she gave in, while doubting, and leaned her upper body, her face, more towards Kath.

Finally, as she approached Kath's hand, she felt those fingers yet again reaching for her ear, and first gently, then more firmly, pulling on her earlobe, as if wanting to force her down.

Charlotte, while feeling her face redden, went along with it, and felt herself pulled down, all the way to the level of Kath's waist, staring at the older woman's thigh wrapped in jeans while feeling that strict pinching grip around her earlobe, feeling her own body heat up because of the shame.

"I promised my customers an experienced, very willing little slut. So you're gonna have to try hard, aren't you."

Charlotte's face flushed even deeper, while trying to process what she said. But she knew very well what answer was being expected, despite her still being unsure about the concept of 'customers' in the first place. Who was she even referring to? And customers? Plural? How far was Kath going to take this, and did she even realize she was just in it for another one time adventure?

"Yes," Charlotte answered from that peculiar position, with her head moved down.

"Yeah you are," she heard Kath's low, determined voice again as the car took another turn, as if it was obvious that Charlotte would have to play along nicely.

"Good whores behave nice and clingy. Are you gonna behave nice and clingy? Like a good little slut?"

Charlotte wasn't even sure she could give an honest answer, but had to tell herself that all of this was still their kinky game, and she should just play along and give the expected answers. It was very obvious what that woman was expecting her to say, with these suggestive questions.

"Yes," she answered again, while being aware of the doubt in her voice, in her body.

"Mm.." she heard Kath mumble, ".. good little whore. You're gonna practice on me now," she said while slowly but surely tugging Charlotte's ear up, allowing her to sit straight again, and finally let go of her ear, leaving Charlotte in the passenger's seat blushing still.

Charlotte felt confused, as she had no idea what exactly Kath meant by that. She felt somewhat lost, and once again she doubted whether this was a good idea at all. She realized that whatever it was they were going to do, it would be different, perhaps even more demanding of her, from what they were doing last time. Was she actually ready for this, and had she not been all too eager to just jump on a new adventure?

Kath looked to the side, to Charlotte, as Charlotte just sat there, their eyes meeting and Charlotte feeling ever so insecure.

"Well? Reach out to me, use that pretty little whore hand," she then said using a tone that almost sounded as if she was bored while explaining it.

Charlotte actually felt pressured, while even then in the car Kath managed to be so very demanding, humiliating her, using words that were so condescending, while acting as if that's the least that could be expected of her. Again there were these doubts on her mind. Was she really letting this woman treat her any way she wanted?

She wasn't even sure whether she was trying to teach her something, or ridicule her, but she finally then reached out, and laid her hand on Kath's upper arm, stuck in a black leather jacket, awkwardly caressing her, as if showing some kind of affection.

Kath did not respond, and Charlotte didn't know whether she should stop after a while, or just continue. She chose the latter just to be sure and avoid criticism.

"That's a good slut. Keep looking at me."

Charlotte just sat there, in the passenger's seat, looking at Kath, who kept her eyes on the road while driving, and feeling her face flush at the thought of how deeply humiliating that little act was.

"A customer needs to feel like she's the most important thing to you," she then finally continued. "You exaggerate everything, you make everything sexual."

She looked at Charlotte, as if wanting to make sure that she understood her, and Charlotte just nodded awkwardly, as if she understood.

"She doesn't look at you, you get clingy. She suggests something, you agree enthusiastically. She wants to see that slutty ass, you bend over. You make an effort with every thing, you understand me?"

Charlotte felt herself getting more tense by the minute, while her hand was still awkwardly caressing Kath's upper arm, her eyes on her while sitting next to her in the car, as she saw Kath's face turn to her, as if wanting to make sure she really understood.

"Mhm," Charlotte said, while feeling ever so secure. She was not sure at all.

"What's that?" Kath sounded pushy.

"Yeah," Charlotte then said, loud and clear, as if she was some child having to speak up, and once again she realized she might have been right about this woman exploiting her lack of experience, although now she was even confused about that. Perhaps she expected her to be more experienced than she was?

"You've got speak up. They want to hear you. If they want to see pussy, you take your panties off. They stick a finger in you, you ride it like a good slut." She paused briefly. "Those people pay good money for you. I don't want you to go acting like some prude."

Charlotte gulped quietly, as she started to understand that there were going to be pretty high expectations. That this was maybe a bit more serious than the vague idea that she had of it. But there was no turning back now. She wouldn't even be able to come up with the right words, besides having given into doing this so clearly in the texts they had been sending back and forth. And those people? Again plural? What was that really about? Did Kath imagine there going to be multiple in a row? And in how far was this still a game? Had she underestimated all this, in her nagging craving for another adventure?

They kept driving, with Charlotte being too insecure to stop awkwardly caressing Kath's arm, her shoulder even, in an attempt to show that she was able to be 'clingy' as she called it, and she had the feeling that every car that passed would be able to witness the strange game was going on inside their car.

The car then took another turn, into a quieter street, and finally drove up a parking lot in between two apartment buildings. Kath parked the car, and when the engine turned off, she looked into Charlotte's eyes again after turning on the interior light inside the car, with Charlotte's hand still where it was. She couldn't believe she had forgotten how pushy Kath could be, and how hard it was for her to be anywhere near being in control of herself when she was in her presence.

"Are you alright?" Kath then said, and it was probably the first nice thing she said to Charlotte ever since they've met at first.

"Sure," Charlotte just nodded, downright relieved to receive at least some kind of empathy while facing this new adventure, and it gave her at least some confidence.

"You've done that makeup very well.. good girl," she said, and Charlotte even managed to give her a meek smile. It sounded almost motherly, in a twisted way.

Kath checked her phone, apparently to look at the time, and then unfastened her seat belt.

"Alright, let's go."

Kath opened the door on her side, and Charlotte followed her lead, picking up the gym back from between her feet, and got out of the car. Once outside, she took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air, trying to get herself together. If she had known about the weight of any of this upfront, she probably would not have agreed to it. And wasn't that the mistake she made the first time?

Even while the two of them walked towards one of the apartment buildings, Charlotte following Kath, she had to talk herself into believing that this was what she really wanted. Adventure was what she wanted. Kinky adventure. And not with people like that ridiculous "Mistress Muriel". She'd still pick Kath over some stupid 'mistress' like her. But now, now she had to put some effort into it. This wasn't going to be easy, but it was going to be adventure for sure.

Kath was dressed regularly, not for sex, as she clearly was on that first night Charlotte was visiting. Wearing jeans, the black leather jacket and flat black boots, with Charlotte being almost a head taller than the older woman next to her, but that said exactly nothing about the dynamic between them.

She followed Kath up the gallery stairs, and with every step, it felt as if she felt more nervous. What was waiting for her? What if she froze? What kind of person was there? Or people? Did she even remember what Kath said exactly?

Kath stopped at one of the doors, and Charlotte's heart was beating faster as she heard the lock of the door open seconds after she pressed the button next to the door, standing right behind Kath.

The door opened, and a large, butchy woman appeared, seemingly about as tall as Charlotte herself, but in contrast, she was thick, with short red hair, barefoot, and dressed in gray jogging pants and a wide football shirt.

She held the door open, and Kath gave her a quick hug, by means of a greeting.

"Janice," she heard Kath say, her voice calm.

"Hey Kath, how's things," she heard the woman say, while Charlotte clearly saw her peeking over Kath's shoulder, to her.

Janice's eyes seemed almost predatory, and it sent a slight shiver down her spine. Was this the person? The customer? She did step in behind Kath, but just as she tried to think how she should greet Janice herself, both Kath and Janice seemed to completely ignore her, while the front door was still open.

"Can she change here?" Kath pointed to a door directly on the left of the short hallway.

"Yeah, yeah, you know the way."

Charlotte noticed very clearly how Janice was staring at her up and down, over her hoodie, over her Adidas pants, and while she had the urge to look away when those eyes met hers, she just managed to give her a polite smile, feeling pushed trying to remember what Kath had told her about giving a customer attention. The smile wasn't returned, which made Charlotte feel even more insecure, as she then stepped into the room, the door opened by Kath.

Kath was quick to turn on the light in what appeared to be the bedroom, and closed the door. She gave Charlotte a slight push in her back.

"Alright, go change."

Charlotte nodded slightly, as she quietly sat down on the bed, taking off the hoodie and leaving it behind her on the bed, and on to untie her sneakers, taking them off, and pulling the socks from her feet. The idea alone that this Janice woman would see her in something as slutty as she brought was hard to imagine, but she knew very well that that was going to happen.

Kath stood in front of the bed, in front of her, a hand on her hip, as if wanting to follow every move of the beautiful blonde starting her transformation.

"Give me the bag," Kath then said, reaching out her hand, just when Charlotte was pulling her shirt over her head, revealing her simple white bra.

Without a word, Charlotte left her shirt on the bed with her hoodie, reached to the bag, and handed it to Kath.

Charlotte continued undressing, and her worries just would not stop, while Kath unzipped her gym bag, and started tossing items of clothing to Charlotte, making her look up for just a second as one of her black sexy stockings was thrown right at her feet while she slid her blue Adidas pants off her smooth long legs.

More items followed, and as she unclasped her bra, and let her perfect, full breasts out, she saw both her stockings being joined by her black garter belt, and the sexy black thong she was not allowed to wear while over at Kath's place the first time.

She finally lifted her hips to slide down her simple, comfy white cotton panties, and having put all her clothes in a pile behind her on the bed, she attached the small garter belt around her waist.

"How are you gonna act again when you get out there?" Kath said, like a teacher wanting to make sure her student remembered.

"Clingy," Charlotte responded as she looked up briefly to Kath's ever serious face, while immediately worrying again about whether she could do that.

"And who is the most important tonight?" Kath continued after a brief pause, not affirming Charlotte's answer, while Charlotte was pulling up the sexy, delicate black stockings, and attached them to the garter belt.

She looked up at Kath before answering, not even sure what the answer to that was supposed to be.

"The customer..?" she answered, and she couldn't believe she sounded like some little girl, feeling so very inexperienced with what was apparently being expected of her.

Again, no answer, while she saw only the thong laying in front of her. Kath was very clearly putting herself in control of what she was going to wear exactly, even though she had presumed she was going to wear the whole outfit, including the bra and the dress.

She picked the high strappy black platform heels from the gym bag, and handed them to Charlotte. Without a word, she took them, and bending down, she put them on her stocking clad feet, securing the straps as she did.

"Come here.." Kath then said, in that same dominant voice Charlotte remembered so well from her first adventure. That voice that secretly became an obsession for Charlotte in the past few weeks, after she finally allowed herself freely to remember fragments of what happened.

No dress, no bra. In just the garters, stockings, thong and high heels, the leggy blonde finally stood up on the very high heels accentuating her height and her legs even more, and took a few steps towards Kath, while her beautiful bare breasts bounced slightly with her strut on those high shoes, until facing her from a few feet away, a somewhat insecure look in her eyes.

"Show me. How are you going to behave, little whore."

It wasn't a question. Charlotte felt so very awkward, as she then took a step closer towards Kath, reaching out to her leather jacket just as she did in the car, and just like before, caressed Kath's shoulder, over her upper arm, while she stood there in that incredibly sexy, skimpy outfit, even topless, contrasting so heavily with the fully clothed, shorter Kath.

"Closer," Kath said while casually reaching out to Charlotte's small garter belt, hooked her finger behind it, and pulled on it slightly, towards her.

Charlotte moved even closer, until Kath stopped pulling, with her bare nipples now just slightly touching Kath's leather jacket.

"Sway those hips a little bit," Kath said while looking down to Charlotte's waist, as her fingers left the gorgeous blonde's garter belt alone, trailed over her hip, and then rested on the soft, bare skin of her left ass cheek.

Kath's voice sounded as distant, careless as ever, while Charlotte awkwardly started to move her hips slightly, seductively. Despite her embarrassment, she knew very well that this was what Kath was expecting.

"That's right.." Kath continued approvingly, while her hand started to squeeze Charlotte's butt slightly. "Pretty ass.." she mumbled.

"Are you going to remember?" she then looked up at Charlotte, again being treated as if she was some schoolgirl, as if she was a child, the way she was treated. It was humiliating, yet given Charlotte's inexperience, it even made sense in some twisted way.

"Yeah.." Charlotte answered, while feeling so very insecure.

"I've told them your name is Angel, so you remember that."

Charlotte just nodded, as she tried to process even more instructions given by Kath.

"When we go in there, you introduce yourself as that, and start acting like a little slut. You're gonna make sure we get a good price for you. You remember how to act like a good little slut?"

Again Charlotte felt the pressure increase, trying to remember what Kath had told her in the car just about 15 minutes ago.

"Yeah.."

"How do good little sluts behave?"

"Clingy," Charlotte answered, feeling herself blush once again.

"And what do they do?" Kath looked into her eyes with that stern face Charlotte had become obsessed with.

"Exaggerate everything..?" Charlotte answered after a slight hesitation, trying to remember the answer to it.

"That's right.." Kath mumbled, before glancing over Charlotte's body again, as Charlotte could almost feel those eyes on her uncovered breasts.

"Show me your ass."

Charlotte was thrown off slightly, but given what she just repeated, she knew very well she was being expected to demonstrate what she had just been taught.

She stepped away from Kath, and while feeling the shame in every limb, she turned her back to Kath, and arched her back, keeping her long, stocking clad legs straight, sticking out her perfect ass while the garter straps ran tight over her cheeks.

"Bend more," she said while Charlotte suddenly received a sharp slap on her ass.

With her face flushed, and that same aroused tingle in her tummy as what she had felt while at home in the shower fantasizing, Charlotte immediately leaned forward, resting her hands on her upper thighs, sticking her ass out to Kath with her legs straight, her feet slightly parted, showing the shape of her mound through that small thong. She felt like such a slut already.

After a slight pause, she felt Kath's hand resting flat on her left cheek, right before she started firmly kneading Charlotte's ass with both her hands. Charlotte let out a sigh, as for the first time since their first meeting, she got carried away by that firm, strict touch of Kath's hands.

With her mouth open, breathing slightly faster, Charlotte forgot about the world around them, the strange situation she was in, and the expectations that made her so nervous before. If anything, she wanted her to keep going. But Kath soon turned the pretty, adventurous blonde into a second gear of arousal, as her hand slid right in between her legs, rubbing over the black piece of fabric over her pussy, before starting to squeeze her mound from under her.

Charlotte gasped, as she felt her body heat up. This was what she had been missing. Kath's fingers wandered down, and started to continuously squeezed her labia, alternating between increasing and decreasing pressure between her decisive index finger and thumb.

"You want me to take care of you later, baby?" Kath said from behind her, clearly noticing the blonde getting turned on.

Yes, that was what Charlotte wanted. She wanted Kath to use her, to control her sexually. She felt no doubt in her body at that moment, as she got carried away by her arousal, in the same way she had been taken advantage of back in Kath's apartment.

"Yes.." Charlotte just gasped, enjoying the moment so intensely.

"Ask for it."

"Please take care of me later," Charlotte sighed, with her face flushed.

"But first you are going to be a clingy little hooker, aren't you."

"Yes," Charlotte half squirmed without the least bit of hesitation, while feeling those fingers under her working her up.

"Gonna make as much money as you can, aren't you," the extremely pushy woman continued.

"Yes," Charlotte affirmed while immersing in their little game.

Then, just like that, Kath let go of the aroused girl's labia, and gave her a casual slap on her cheek.

"Alright horny little slut, get up, Janice and Darlene are waiting."

Charlotte stood up straight, and was trying to process the hint that there were in fact two customers, not one, but the intense arousal she got from Kath at least made her a bit more confident about wanting this. She wanted Kath's adventures, how else would she explain her immense arousal? What else would explain that damp thong? She was going to play this kinky little game.

Kath patiently waited for Charlotte to get up straight and face her, only to reach out and in a casual manner, reaching to Charlotte's left breast, enclosing her fingers firmly right around Charlotte's nipple. Not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to again let Charlotte feel that very controlling effect that she just couldn't stop from arousing her. Charlotte looked down, into the woman's eyes, who clearly wanted her attention while standing still like that, keeping her fingers firmly around her nipple.

"Now, when we go in there, you introduce yourself to both of them, separately. As clingy as possible. What's your name again?"

"Angel."

And in an intense blend of arousal and nervousness, Charlotte was then led to the door by Kath, holding her by her nipple, walking slowly, as if they were doing some kind of crazy show.

"Don't forget to move your hips, and always walk slow. They want to look at what they're paying for, not trying to catch up."

Charlotte just quietly obeyed, and for some reason, despite the nerve wrecking list of instructions, felt like an actual slut as she then tried to move her hips more, walking slowly with Kath as she then opened the door, making it look like a slow, sexy strut when they finally walked down the hallway, with Kath holding her nipple in such a humiliating manner. Even the mere idea of walking around there in this house she had never been before, not even acquainting herself with whoever was there before changing into something as incredibly slutty as this, was something that Charlotte could barely believe was happening.

Charlotte's high heels clacked on the laminate floor of the hallway, as the half naked blonde was guided towards the door at the end, where rock music could be heard.

"What are you doing when someone sticks a finger in you?" Kath asked, as if some random test.

"Ride on it," Charlotte said after a short, embarrassing hesitation, right before Kath opened the door in front of them, leading the gorgeous, scandalously dressed tall blonde into the apartment. By her nipple.

Inside, sitting on both sides of a kitchen counter with stools around them, were the woman Charlotte had already seen briefly, although not clearly, and across her, on the other side of the counter, was another woman. Her appearance was like that of the woman she had seen first, but noticeably shorter. Both had the same short hair style, one blonde, the other red, and appeared to be about in their forties. They were dressed simply, and not feminine at all, although Charlotte could only fully see the one woman she had seen earlier, with the jogging pants and the wide football shirt.

They were having a conversation while both having a beer, which stopped when Charlotte and Kath's little parade came in. She felt so very much on the spot, while walking in led by Kath just gently pulling her nipple, wearing nothing but those sexy black garters, stockings, thong and high heels, the latter announcing her presence loudly on the hard floor. She just felt both pairs of eyes curiously glancing over her long stocking clad legs, over her waist, her bare breasts. The idea of walking in here topless, being led by Kath tugging her nipple, walking in as if this was some kind of pet show, was so crazy.

She barely dared to look any of the women sitting there in their eyes, as she was obviously being looked at so curiously.

"Hey Kath, are you staying for a beer before you go?" the woman on the other side of the kitchen counter said, as she slid off her stool to walk to the fridge.

"Yeah sure, just one," Kath said casually, as Charlotte could now also fully see the other woman. Wide jeans, a checkered shirt, and crocs, about the same height as Kath.

Kath finally let go of Charlotte's nipple, reached around her, and gave her a slight push in the back, towards the other woman still sitting there. Charlotte knew what was being expected of her, but her nerves were at an all time high.

The way the woman was looking at her legs, and seemingly at her thong, as she then walked up to her, it felt so very intense.

"How've you been, good?" she heard the other woman talk to Kath as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, and heard how the bottle of beer was being opened.

"Yeah, yeah, same old.. thanks," she heard Kath's voice behind her. "Looks like you're settling in nicely in here."

"Yeah we're just taking it easy, getting some stuff here and there, you know. Trying to really make the place our own instead of an Ikea model home," the woman in the baseball shirt responded, even turning her eyes away from the gorgeous, super scantily dressed tall blonde.

Charlotte then finally stood next to the woman, awkwardly, but as close as Kath had taught her, her nipples actually brushing against the woman's upper arm as she was sitting there on one of the stools.

All the women laughed about the Ikea remark of the woman, while Charlotte was trying to find the right moment to do what she was supposed to do.

Charlotte felt herself blush, which was probably hidden well under her makeup, while she then reached out, and carefully started to caress the woman's back.

"Hi, I'm Angel," she then said, somewhat quietly, and she could feel the humiliation in her body as she slowly swayed her hips, while the laughter just started to die, and the conversation seemed to go on as if she wasn't even there, but it was impossible for the woman not to have heard her say it.

But the woman didn't even look up to her, while Charlotte did her best to not take her own eyes off of her, as she had been taught. Instead, she felt the woman's hand reaching around her, and rest calmly on her bare ass, caressing it, casually, before the caresses turned into firm squeezing, all the while still having that conversation with the others.

"Heard they're building a large Tesco around here? That sounded convenient."

"I think just an Express one," the woman next to Charlotte said, while continuing to squeeze the gorgeous blonde's perfect, exposed ass.

Charlotte couldn't believe they were continuing their conversation just like that, barely acknowledging her, except for that hand, while it was so very obvious she was there, and while it was impossible they could have missed her awkward introduction. She felt how that apparently pretty strong hand squeezed hard enough to part her cheeks now and then, groping her while she did her best to stand still, with her hand still running over the bulky woman's shoulder and upper arm as she had been taught.

"Oh? I thought I read it in the paper."

Charlotte suddenly felt the woman's hand withdraw from her naked skin, only to be followed the second after by a firm slap right in the same spot, making Charlotte tremble slightly for a second, although she just gave the woman an awkward smile, while she felt so embarrassed about that slap on her bare skin being loud enough for everyone to hear. As if acknowledging her that she felt it, for a reason she couldn't really understand herself. The woman didn't even look, and there was no response from anyone, as they just kept talking as if nothing happened.

Then, while Kath and the other woman were talking about this and that, as if nothing unusual was going on, the woman next to Charlotte finally looked up to her, while she let her hand slide up her back, all the way over her spine, with some pressure, until she reached Charlotte's neck, where she gently, but firmly squeezed.

"How about you make yourself useful, slut," she then said calmly, looking up into Charlotte's eyes at last.

Charlotte could barely believe for a second that she was being talked to like that, by someone she had never even exchanged a word with.

But apart from the words she used, what really made Charlotte feel awkward was just a hint of a smirk on the woman's face. As if she was ridiculing her and got pleasure from it.

Charlotte just kept looking at her, not being sure what to do, while that woman still held her neck.

"Get me and Darlene a few more beers, pretty face," she then finally added, while she let go of Charlotte's neck, trailing her fingertips back down her spine, until she finally let go.

The way she was treated was so incredibly embarrassing for Charlotte. Her own insecurity, among these women who were very obviously used to something like this, acting casual, yet belittling her at the same time by almost completely ignoring her, except her body, and taking that weird, exaggerated form of attention she was giving them for granted.

Charlotte finally withdrew her hand off the woman's shoulder, and just stood there for a few seconds, indecisive, until the woman looked up to her again. Charlotte felt as if some spotlight was turned on her when there was a short silence, only the rock music in the background playing.

"Well we usually keep our beer in the fridge, darling," the woman said with a sarcastic grin on her face, while the others were looking at her. The other woman chuckled a bit, and Kath gave her a stare as if she wanted to urge to do the right thing, whatever that was.

Charlotte just smiled and nodded, while feeling embarrassed about her apparent hesitation. As if she was some child in school who didn't know what to do what the teacher asked, her eyes then roaming around the kitchen, and seeing the large fridge.

"Yeah of course," she then answered, hearing her own voice, trying hard to speak up like Kath had told her, after which she turned to the fridge, the sound of her high heels clacking on the floor drawing attention to her again as she took a few steps towards the fridge while the women were silent, her hips swaying almost even naturally as she did.

Charlotte opened the fridge, while she heard the woman's voice again, from behind her.

"Some damn sexy legs on this one."

"Oh and she knows it too, she loves to show off," she then heard Kath say from behind her, as if she was making promises about how she was going to behave.

"Is that right.." she heard the woman again, and Charlotte just knew she was being stared at with full attention by all three of them while doing something as trivial as getting a few beers from the fridge.

Charlotte saw how the fridge was well stocked with beers, and retrieved two bottles of beer from it while slightly bending, realizing how with every move she was giving a bit of a show in that scandalously slutty outfit, and while she closed the fridge again, she saw a bottle opener and a number of caps lying near the sink. She took another few steps, and quietly opened the two bottles, the caps joining the others, still feeling as if every move was registered and assessed by the women behind her.

As Charlotte then finally turned, she saw both of the women glancing over her legs, over that skimpy thong, over her bare breasts, having their full attention with every step, Kath spoke up again.

"I think maybe Darlene would like to get to know you a bit better too."

The way Kath was suggesting it even sounded as if it was some criticism, or at least pressure to do what they had discussed before. Charlotte just nodded slightly to Kath, as if she knew. She couldn't believe she was being treated like a nine year old, where everything needed to be spelled out for her.

She put one bottle on the counter where the one woman, Janice, was sitting, who was still eyeing her up and down with every move without saying a word but seemingly enjoying her obedient little show, and then walked around the counter towards Darlene, while the conversation between the three finally resumed again.

Darlene was still eyeing her up and down as Charlotte finally appeared in full view at the other side of the counter top, where she was sitting, and Charlotte knew that her humiliating, slutty little ritual had to be repeated.

She then walked closely to her, holding the remaining beer bottle in her hand, knowing Kath was following her every move like a hawk as she did, and realizing full well how her fully exposed breasts were slightly bouncing with every step, feeling yet again so very naked in the presence of these casually dressed women.

Approaching Darlene, who was dressed in jeans and a simple shirt, crocs on her feet, Darlene reached her arm to her, and Charlotte felt it wrap around her lower back and felt herself pulled towards her, her barely dressed body now pressed against the woman, while she took the remaining bottle from her casually and put it on the counter top.

She wondered whether she should even repeat the same thing she had been telling Janice, the other woman, but then, remembering clearly what Kath had told her about equal attention, she looked at Darlene, who was looking down the beautiful blonde's long, stocking clad legs, and draping her arm around her shoulder.

"Hi, I'm Angel," she introduced herself in that rehearsed, embarrassing fashion, and like Janice, she barely seemed to register it, her eyes absorbing her delicious figure, wandering from her ankles to her thighs while Charlotte started to caress the older woman's back again in that affectionate way.

Darlene then casually reached out to her upper body, towards her breasts, and even while Charlotte had the tendency to flinch, she couldn't, in this close affectionate grip. Not that she would even dare to.

Then, just like that, the woman took one of Charlotte's nipples between her index finger and thumb, gently, but clearly tugging at one of her nipples, before moving to the next, sending a slight tremble down the tall blonde's legs and feeling her face flush under the ridiculous amount of makeup.

She felt even more embarrassed when she noticed that only these few tugs made her nipples rock hard, and it took only seconds before the woman seemed to have noticed.

"Oh you like that, don't you," she remarked, for a moment looking up into Charlotte's eyes. Charlotte just grinned awkwardly, and feeling so very embarrassed about her body betraying her.

Charlotte couldn't really figure out whether Darlene expected an answer from her, as she then turned her eyes to Kath again, while her hand was caressing Charlotte's naked tummy, down towards the sexy black garter belt, trailing her fingers up and down over Charlotte's naked, soft skin.

"Does she do anal?" Darlene then asked, as if she wasn't in the room herself, asking Kath as if she was completely in charge of what could be expected from her.

"Of course, it's her favorite. Why don't you show off Darlene that pretty ass of yours, Angel."

Charlotte immediately knew what that meant, as if every single thing Kath hinted at was a trigger for her to take action, despite barely registering what was being said about her. As if it was even natural Kath was completely in charge of her,

Charlotte immediately knew what that meant, as if every single thing Kath hinted at was a trigger for her to take action, despite barely registering what was being said about her, and once again feeling that pressure of having to do things right. As if it was only natural Kath was completely in control of her.

She felt how Darlene's hand was withdrawn from her body, and the arm around her waist letting go of her, as if she knew what was supposed to happen.

Charlotte, while trying not to show how her nerves were at an all time high, then stepped away from her, her hand slipping off Darlene's back, and turned around. She knew what to do, but doing this right in front of these women, full of expectations, was yet another level up from doing it in front of Kath.

Taking a few steps away from Darlene, right there on her side of the counter, Charlotte then bent forward, and knowing very well how Darlene's eyes must be focusing on her uncovered ass in that skimpy g-string thong, she bent at the waist, all the way forward until her hands were once again resting on her stocking clad thighs, literally showing off her ass to Darlene, feeling like such a slut, feeling her legs tremble slightly because of the intense feeling of humiliation. Was she literally selling her body like that? Showing off what they were going to get if they paid for her?

Charlotte almost jumped as then, out of the blue, Darlene's hand slapped hard on her right ass cheek, followed closely by her left, letting one of her perfect cheeks jiggle after the other while she gasped quietly. Sure, they weren't hard enough to leave a long lasting sting, but they certainly were not playful either. As if they were full of meaning, full of reassuring that she was only a piece of pretty meat for those two, as if announcing how she was going to be treated.

"Very pretty.." the woman behind her mumbled, as Charlotte obediently remained in that slutty pose, not daring to just stand up straight.

"She gets a lot of praise for her ass," she heard Kath remark, as if holding a sales pitch, and making it seem like Charlotte had been doing this many times before.

"Mhm.. I can see why," Darlene commented, leaving Charlotte feeling complimented in some twisted way.

She then felt Darlene's hand lay flat on her right cheek, like Janice had done before, and it felt so very condescending as she just stood there in that bent position while Darlene started squeezing her cheek, flat out groping her, trying her best to seem okay with it, offering herself like some complete slut, while those women didn't know that she had been instructed to do so just minutes before.

"Nice and obedient slut too, isn't she."

"Well I hope she's not gonna be a whiny bitch like that last girl we had over, what was her name? Alice?" Janice commented from across the counter.

"Said she was gonna charge extra for getting her nipples red," Darlene chuckled from behind Charlotte, while still groping her ass as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Yeah she was a piece of work," Janice laughed.

Charlotte felt herself getting more confused about what all this was, and what Kath's game was in all this. So she did this regularly? Renting girls out that she met through that F4F app? And were they like her, trying a new adventure and being talked into doing this? And did what she just heard not seem more like a professional escort, asking for more money for something? Was this really still a game they were playing?

"Yeah I had a little chat with her about that afterwards, but I think this one's better for you," Kath remarked, almost even apologetically, as if she was responsible.

"Back here, slut," Charlotte again heard that condescending tone from Darlene, followed by another hard slap on her ass. She couldn't believe how this crude way of treating her was considered completely normal.

Embarrassed, without a word, she stood back up again, and turned to face Darlene again, who was looking at her as if she was testing her. But Charlotte kept trying. She had to be clingy, she had to exaggerate.

She walked back up to the older, butchy woman, and repeated the ritual from before, pressing her half naked body against her in that same clingy way, while she immediately felt Darlene's arm wrap around her bare waist like she did before.

"Does she like kinky games?"

Charlotte kept feeling awkward about them talking about her in third person, as if she wasn't able to talk herself somehow.

"Oh trust me, the kinkier the better. Isn't that right, Angel."

Charlotte looked at Kath, awkwardly, seeing Kath's sharp eyes, as intolerant of any push back as ever, as if forcing Charlotte to go along into this, while perfectly aware that it was all new to her.

"Mhm," Charlotte found the courage to play along, nodding despite her insecurity, although too nervous to really speak up.

What was she even committing to? What did they even mean by kinky games? Was she supposed to know? And didn't they expect someone much more experienced?

"Mmm.." Darlene then mumbled, as if she was very satisfied with the answer, while she reached out again and playfully ran her hand on Charlotte's flat, bare stomach again.

"I think we're gonna have a lot of fun with this one. What do you say Janice, book an extra hour of foreplay?"

Charlotte awkwardly looked in the direction of Janice, who was calmly witnessing how Darlene was getting acquainted with her, while apparently the grownups were deciding her fate for her.

"Yeah, let's do it," Janice responded with a slight, satisfied smirk.

"So, two hours and anal as an extra?" Kath asked casually, as if taking an order at a restaurant.

"Yeah, yeah.. and some S&M play."

Even at the casual mentioning of that term sent a slight tremble down Charlotte's leg. She always hated the harsh sound of it, although she realized full well that that definitely was what she had been doing with Kath the last time she was there. It was just that she associated it with people being tied up in ridiculous rubber outfits and being tormented for hours.

"Oh, yeah of course. Alright.." Kath said, while Janice got off her stool and reached into her pocket, casually handing Kath a wad of bills, while all Charlotte could do was observe it helplessly, Darlene's hand still wrapped around her waist.

"Let's see.. five.. and.. six hundred," Janice elaborated as she put the money right in front of Kath.

Charlotte couldn't believe the money she saw was actually for her. Or for what she was going to do here, anyway. Money actually being involved made it all seem so very real, even though she had started to realize that this definitely was not the first time Kath was doing this. Pimping girls, that was.

"Yeah, perfect," Kath said just as casually while putting the money in her purse, before gesturing at Charlotte. "Come here Angel," she said, literally as if a mom was summoning her young daughter.

Janice let go off Charlotte's waist, and Charlotte walked towards Kath, while maintaining that sexy strut barely consciously.

Kath then stood up from her stool, and reached out to her and took her wrist, and only by means of pulling on it, led her back towards the door to the corridor where they came from, away from where Janice and Darlene were sitting.

While standing in the door opening, where they had some privacy to talk away from the women, Kath stopped and looked up to her.

"Are you gonna be a good girl tonight?" she said, while keeping her voice down. As if she wanted to make sure Charlotte was up for it.

"Mhm, yeah," Charlotte nodded, with a mind full of doubts, but somehow still wanting to keep her promise towards Kath.

"Keep acting clingy, exaggerate everything, they love that, you understand? The way you move, the way you talk, always give them a little extra."

Charlotte just nodded, but apparently that was not good enough for Kath, who even seemed slightly stressed.

"I asked you something, you understand?" she repeated with some kind of urge in her voice.

"Yes," Charlotte said, uncomfortably looking into Kath's eyes.

Kath kept staring for seconds, as if she wanted to make sure that Charlotte meant it.

"I don't want any complaints. Now go in there and show them a good time. And remember what I said. I'll pick you up in two," she continued, while Charlotte once again found herself doubting between this being a game or some weird, edgy reality, as she felt Kath's hand reaching around her, and pushing into her lower back, as a sign for her to go back in there.

If anything, Charlotte felt even more nervous after Kath's pep talk, as she made her way back into the apartment, and knowing Kath was looking at her, exaggerated her sexy strut, not wanting her to be disappointed, even though it seemed so very clear that she was yet again using her naivety.

"Alright, have fun with her you two," she heard Kath from behind her.

"Thanks darling, I'm sure we will," Darlene, the shorter woman said, while Charlotte walked back towards her, and seeing Janice glance at her stocking clad legs as if she was ready to receive her bought goods, not even looking in the direction of the corridor as Charlotte heard Kath's footsteps going down the corridor, and heard the front door closing from afar.

Darlene then held out her hand for Charlotte to take it, and Janice joined them as Charlotte took it, the three of them walking towards the living room area, while Charlotte felt so awkward walking there in between those two butchy, older women, topless in just that skimpy lingerie, in their apartment.

But it was only then that Charlotte saw what else was there in that L-shaped apartment. Right around the corner of what she had been able to see was a large bed, with a red rubber sheet on it, and she felt her nerves increase even more when she saw what was laid out on it. A riding crop, a dildo attached to a harness, some small bottle she couldn't really identify, all nicely laid out at the end. What was she getting into here?

But Charlotte was led towards the large couch on the other end, accompanied by the women. Darlene then let go of Charlotte's hand, and both of them took place on the couch, leaving some space between them.

"Are you gonna sit down, pretty girl? We want to get to know you a bit better," Janice said, still having that slight smirk on her face that seemed by now as if it was her natural expression.

"Sure," Charlotte even managed to smile politely, and promising herself to do the best she could with what Kath had instructed her. She had to at least try.

Charlotte turned and sat down on the couch, right in between those predatory older looking women glancing her over still. She crossed her legs to at least seem confident, while her heart was pounding.

The taller one, Janice, immediately reached out to her blonde hair, running her fingers through it, touching her scalp, while she could feel Darlene's fingers sliding along her stocking clad thigh.

"Pretty thing aren't you.." Janice said, "I bet most customers hire you for your pretty legs, or is it your face?"

"Or your ass?" Charlotte heard Darlene say.

Charlotte felt so very awkward, the way she was being talked to, and apparently the women even expected an answer. She had to bluff. She had to exaggerate.

"Oh.. my legs most of the time, yeah," she answered, lying her way out of this.

"Hmm.. give me a nice kiss, Angel with the pretty legs," Janice then said, while she could feel her fingertips increasing pressure on the back of her head, as if wanting her to come closer to her.

Charlotte knew that she couldn't refuse. In fact, she just felt that 'nice kiss' making it something sexual, for some reason.

She leaned towards Janice, causing her to lift one of her exposed cheeks from the couch, on which she immediately felt Darlene's hand caressing her skin, while she approached Janice's face. Janice wasn't leaving anything to chance, and the moment she pressed her lips against those of the much older woman, she felt how Janice opened her mouth, and before she knew it, their tongues were twirling in a kiss that felt very sexual, Janice's tongue feeling as if wanting to devour her, while she was sitting there, topless, in just those garters, stockings, thong and high heels, her bare ass being caressed casually, objectifying, by Darlene while she was kissing Janice in that passionate way.

"Mmm, tasty little tongue. Go on, give Darlene a nice kiss too," Janice then finally urged her as she ended the kiss.

Charlotte could barely believe she was acting like this, making it seem she was exactly what she was promised to be. A hooker, making out with anyone who'd pay her. She withdrew herself from Janice, and simply leaned the other way while she felt Darlene's fingers slide off her bare cheek, only to be replaced by Janice's on her other cheek, as she then sat there leaned towards Darlene. Darlene had an expectant look in her eyes, as if nothing about kissing another woman within seconds was out of the ordinary, not giving Charlotte any time at all to think about what was happening.

She felt Janice's hand eagerly squeezing her exposed cheek as she was entangled in yet another overly sexual kiss, followed by a soft slap, while she felt Darlene's flat hand running over her face, and playing with her hair, making her feel like some kind of sex toy in between those two older women lusting for her.

"You said you like showing off, hmm..?" she heard Janice comment from behind her, as Darlene finally broke the kiss too. She could only presume that Apparently that getting to know kiss was satisfying enough at least, and that she had nailed the first steps.

Charlotte didn't answer, as Darlene seemed to still want her attention while holding her head, Charlotte looking right into Darlene's predatory eyes, until she felt a sharp surprise smack on her ass, sending a shiver through her body.

"Anybody home?" she heard from behind her, sarcastically, while Charlotte felt her face flush, and finally looked at Janice from the corner of her eye, Darlene still holding her in that same position, the expression on Darlene's face not even changing as Charlotte was being reprimanded by her friend.

"I asked you something honey."

Charlotte tried hard to maintain her confidence, while she felt as if she was being criticized already. She knew she had to go with the flow of this. There was no escaping. She had committed herself to it, not only to Kath, but also simply by being here, by presenting herself like an escort, by even letting these women pay for her.

"Mhm, I love it," she even tried to live up to the promise Kath had made about her, feeling so very awkward about admitting it now herself.

But while her talking like that was clearly a little act, the two women seemed to expect no less. No surprise, no comment on it.

"Alright, show us what you got then. How about you do a nice striptease for us, you'd like that, wouldn't you."

"Mhm.." Charlotte responded, still not at all sure what she was in for, while Darlene finally let go of her.

A striptease! And it wasn't at all like she had much to take off, she only had that sexy, slutty thong really covering herself.

Once again Kath's words echoed in her mind. Exaggerate everything. She had to do it. She had to give them some kind of slutty performance.

"You got a favorite strip song honey? I guess you like hip hop like the others? Or is some rock good? We like rock better."

Charlotte had to think for a second about what that even meant. They really did seem to think she was used to all this, and expected her to even have a preference as to what music to strip to.

"Oh, I don't mind really," Charlotte said, trying to seem casual as she sat up straight, while Janice was searching on her phone for some music to play.

"Some Guns 'n Roses?"

Charlotte saw how Janice was looking up to her from her phone, and Charlotte felt herself getting more and more insecure by her paying so much attention to this whole thing. As if they were expecting something special from something she had never really done before. Sure, she danced regularly while clubbing, but this was so very different, and she'd be so much on the spot.

"Mhm, sure."

She heard a new song coming from the speakers, and the volume being turned up. It was show time.

Charlotte felt her legs tremble slightly as she stood up, tall on her dangerously high heels, in that skimpy outfit, the two women on the couch looking up to her expectantly as she then turned to face them, in front of the couch. Once again she had to repeat to herself what Kath said, and reminded herself that this was just a game. A game that she had committed herself to. A game that she had wanted.

She saw both of the much older, butch women glancing at her, glancing at her perfect, long stocking clad legs, the bare skin right above the black stockings with the garter straps adding a sexy, delicate touch to her bare skin, at her skimpy black thong, right over her toned tummy, and up to her bare breasts. She could feel the objectifying effect when she saw Darlene looking at her legs, her face neutral, but it was that same neutral look that made it seem as if they were really expecting something from her. As if it was her job to change that neutral look into a satisfied one.

Charlotte then daringly started to gyrate her hips, as she moved her hands down, to run them over her hips, over the sexy garter belt, sensually moving them down, while it felt as if she was being assessed like someone taking some kind of test.

She knew those two were demanding. They had paid money for this, and it was very clear from their attitude throughout, that they had been expecting her to not show any inhibitions. They had been expected the polar opposite. Someone who knew how to be a slut. Maybe someone who was even a natural at it, while Charlotte definitely wasn't. But now she had to perform, and she had to do it as well as she could.

As she moved her hands up, to the rhythm of that rock song she barely knew, she saw both women's eyes follow them, following every move critically, as if undecided whether she was good enough still. It was even a relief for Charlotte when Janice then bent towards her, just when she ran her hands over her bare, round breasts, caressing them softly, seductively even, and seeing Janice reach out to her stocking clad legs, as if wanting to touch her, on impulse, she stepped forward slightly to accommodate the woman. She could barely believe she was doing that, but in some twisted way, that hand reaching out for her felt like some sort of approval, of admiration. She was actually accommodating her while Janice's bulky, older body hunched slightly towards her, as if having trouble to reach out to her.

Janice did not seem surprised in the least as Charlotte moved closer to her, and ran her hand over Charlotte's pretty, stocking clad thigh as she stood there dancing a bit right in front of them, with Charlotte now actually cupping her bare breasts with her hands, and caressing them, even squeezing them a bit, like she imagined an actual stripper would do.

She felt almost desperate for more approval, with Darlene just sitting back and watching, as her friend, or however they were related, ran her hand over Charlotte's outer thigh seemingly casually, while the somewhat loud music did not give a chance to communicate with them, and the only approval she could really get at this point was from the women's body language, which made her situation even more nerve wrecking.

But she knew very well she couldn't just stop there, just teasing softly like that. She had to prove that she was going to live up to what they paid for. Exaggerate everything. That was her key to approval, she felt. But now that she was on her own, without the strict, dominant Kath micro managing her every move, she felt lost, and desperate to hold on to some guidance. But the only thing she got to go with were Kath's brief instructions, which she tried to remember hard. She remembered how Kath had explained how to show herself off. How to anticipate even a finger entering her. How to be "clingy". She just had to try, or she'd look like some kind of fool, and that, despite the peculiar situation she was now in, was something she really wanted to avoid.

Charlotte finally made the daring decision of really going the extra mile. Kath had made it very clear that there would be expectations, and that she had to fulfill them. And that's what she was going to do, she told herself.

With the two women still glancing over her beautiful body, she then turned, and while still swaying her hips seductively, she felt her face flush yet again as she then, just like that, bent over, just as she had done while introducing herself to Darlene near the kitchen counter, her hands resting on her thighs, and the g-string thong not covering much at all as she kept her legs straight, causing her ass to stick up for the women to watch.

Then, without being able to see what was happening behind her, she felt two hard smacks on her bare ass, echoing in the room, and making her slender legs tremble slightly on those very high heels. As if showing her ass like that, like some kind of slut, was an invitation to smack it. And she allowed it. What else could she do? She even reached around and trailed her fingers along her stockings, up towards where her stockings were attached to the garter straps, with her cheeks stinging slightly.

It looked as if allowing those firm smacks seemingly casually, she was completely okay with it. Used to it, even, which she really wasn't. And these women were serious with their smacks. They were not petting smacks. They were full of intention. But she thought of them as a confirmation that she was doing good enough. That despite the humiliation that came with it, she was on the right track.

Charlotte then finally felt brave enough to step things up a bit more. This was supposed to be a striptease after all. That was what Janice had requested.

She stood up straight again, and with her back still towards the women, she looked over her shoulder, as if expecting any hint on what to do next. But all she saw, was the two women casually looking at her back, at her ass. No instruction was to be expected, which she felt silly even thinking about within seconds. She had to continue, on her own initiative.

Then, after a moment of swaying her hips to the rhythm of the rock song, and caressing her hands once more over her hips, she finally hooked her thumbs under the thong, on her hips, and while her mind was full of doubt, full of shame, she started tugging the thong down, slowly, teasing the two women behind her without looking at them.

She bent over slowly, while she dragged the thong down, feeling the thin strip of fabric leave her crack, off her mound, and feeling so very exposed as the air hit her naked pussy, so slutty, as she then pulled it down further, knowing full well that the women behind her were likely looking right at it, baring it all for them.

Not a word was heard from behind her, as the small, sexy thong then finally dropped to her stocking clad ankles. They were expecting this too. And they kept expecting, she felt it.

Carefully keeping her balance on those very high heels, Charlotte then stepped out of the small, sexy thong, and the idea of standing there practically naked, in front of those two demanding women, drove her crazy. Maybe they didn't even expect her to strip naked this fast. How long was the song going to last anyway? What would she have to do during the rest of the song? Would they think she was even more of a slut than what they had been expecting, if she had taken off her thong too quickly?

But there was no criticism, nor any sort of approval, and Charlotte couldn't do much else other than continuing her little show. Once again she bent forward, after leaving the thong on the floor, and in an impulse, she even parted her feet slightly more, as if actually wanting to show off her pussy, while the pretty blonde felt herself blush, seductively exposing herself completely like that. It felt to her as if that was the kind of behavior that Kath would expect from her in front of these women, in return for the money that was paid for her. She did not want to fail.

Her hands were just touching her ankles as she then quietly shuddered while she received another non-verbal sign of approval, a hard smack on her bare ass, making the tall blonde's perfect, naked cheek jiggle, while she felt another hand crawling up her bare thigh, just inches away from her now exposed pussy, and while it felt humiliating, intimate, it also was a clear sign that they appreciated it, and that was what Charlotte needed.

She let it all happen. She showed herself like a professional hooker, not protesting one bit while she received yet another hard slap, even though she felt the impact through her whole body, and slightly trembled on her high heels when another smack followed. As if she was even giving them time to have their way with what they were seeing in front of her.

Then finally, when the hand on her thigh was withdrawn, as if it was a sign that she was good to continue, she stood up straight again, and finally turned. The expression on the women's faces had barely changed. Still those neutral looks, as they glanced over her body, her now exposed pussy, as if she was a piece of candy to be judged, the way their eyes lowered towards the blonde carefully trimmed strip between her legs. Charlotte smiled slightly, embarrassed, as if admitting that what she was doing was pretty daring, but they barely seemed to notice.

Charlotte then resumed running her hands over her hips, slowly, while slightly bending, using her hands to tease with her body like a professional stripper, while feeling so very naked now that her thong was right there on the floor, showing herself off in just those sexy sheer black stockings, the black garter belt emphasizing her sexy looks, while standing tall on those high shoes.

Janice then gestured for her, and Charlotte stepped towards her, standing right in front of her, even keeping that sway with her hips as she did. But Janice kept gesturing. Charlotte felt a bit confused, as she then leaned towards Janice slightly. Janice reached out, and seemingly casually then took her left nipple between the thumb and index finger of her right hand. It was a controlling grip, and Charlotte stopped moving, still having that slightly embarrassed smile on her face, but feeling the squeeze intensify, until she literally tugged at it, forcing Charlotte to move forward even more, until she had not choice but to put her knee on the couch next to Janice, gasping, then holding her breath as she felt that stinging pain in her nipple.

The look in Janice's eyes seemed even slightly strict now, as her face was right in front of Charlotte's for a second, their eyes meeting. Janice then let go of her nipple, to Charlotte's relief, but before she knew it, she felt Janice's hand on the back of her head, forcing her to move her face to Janice's shoulder, to her neck.

"Use that tongue," she heard Janice say simply, in that ever flat tone.

Charlotte wasn't sure at all what Janice hinted at, but at the same time, the request sounded simple. And while feeling so very awkward, Charlotte then stuck out her tongue, letting it touch the older, butch woman's neck. Again, relying on not hearing any protest or sign of correction and taking it as approval, she awkwardly started to lick Janice's neck. It felt so incredibly sexual, and she felt like such a slut, giving into doing this without any form of protest, as if it was the most normal thing to expect.

As she was licking the older butch's neck like some kitten, she felt a hand press on the small of her back, pressing firmly, which must have been Darlene's, and the only way she could even think of responding, was arching it, making her already compromising position even more daring, with her bare ass pushed out and the sexy black garter straps running tightly over her bare skin, probably for Darlene to enjoy looking at from next to her. But just as she did, she felt another hard smack against her ass, making her sigh, and she was sure Janice noticed. Another smack followed, and she was sure Janice noticed her responses. But there she was, her butt still pushed out like that, with one knee on the couch, one foot on the floor, and licking Janice's neck like a professional hooker, allowing the other woman to spank her like that while assuming that completely slutty pose.

After a few firm smacks, she felt Darlene's hand run over her still warm cheek, admiringly caressing, although she knew for sure that the expression on her face probably hadn't changed. Then the hand was withdrawn, and she was just there, continuing her sexual, humiliating act of running her tongue over Janice's neck. Then, she felt Janice's arm move slightly, and within seconds, felt her hand playing with her soft breasts, pushing them slightly, making them dangle because of her position. But that only took seconds, before she felt her index finger and thumb around her nipple, just like before. But this time, the hard pinch that followed was even harder than before. So hard that Charlotte stopped licking, and just hunched further towards the back of the couch, squirming.

"Yeah you like that, don't you," she heard Janice's calm voice, as if her squirming was a sign of joy.

But Charlotte knew by now what they expected. They expected her to enjoy kinky games. Charlotte was too caught up in the moment to think, but knowing she was expected to play along, to exaggerate even, she allowed it.

"Yeah.." a sigh escaped her lips.

"Yeah I know you do, kinky slut."

Janice then finally let go of her nipple, but without the slightest pause, she moved to the other one, repeating that tight, painful grip. Charlotte closed her eyes, and held her breath, before letting out a deep sigh, followed by a squirm as Janice even started to twist it, just for a few seconds, but long enough to drive Charlotte crazy, her nipples being tormented sadistically by that older butch.

"Mmm.. are you a dirty slut?" she heard Janice's same, low, calm voice.

"Yeah.." she sighed once again, while at the same time feeling a hand touch softly between her legs, along her mound from behind, and probing in between her lips within seconds, actually dipping into her pussy.

Charlotte couldn't believe how very sexual all this became just in a matter of minutes. She actually then felt what must be Darlene's finger probe inside her pussy.

"She ain't even lying, she's fucking wet," she heard from behind her, to her deep embarrassment.

"Doesn't even surprise me, she looks like she's getting off on this shit. Kinky bitch."

Just as casually as that finger had entered her, she then felt it slide out of her pussy, just like that, as finally Janice also left her nipple alone. Charlotte could feel both her nipples still burn from the hard pinches, as Janice then simply pushed against her shoulder.

"Dance some more baby."

Charlotte felt herself blush deeply still, as she finally took her knee from the couch, and stood up straight, her nipples rock hard, and her face flushed as if she just actually had rough sex.

As she stood up straight, Darlene then held out the riding crop that she saw on the bed before, the handle pointing towards Charlotte.

"Here, something to play with," she said, and the pressing look in her eyes once again gave Charlotte no choice.

Charlotte had no idea what she really meant by it, but she took the handle with a slight, obedient nod, and there she stood, with that kinky riding crop in her hand.

Awkwardly, she started dancing again, in just the garters, stockings and high heels, practically nude in front of those demanding two women. What was she even going to do with that crop? What did they expect her to do now?

As she started to move her hips again, she then nervously improvised, and ran the crop over her stocking clad leg, teasingly, while the two watched her seemingly critically. They expected her to act like a complete slut, that much was clear to Charlotte. And that's what she had to do.

She even felt the courage to lift the crop up higher, running the end over her bare thigh, and teasingly over her pretty, trimmed blonde pussy, running the slightly ribbed crop over her mound, in between her legs. Janice and Darlene kept watching, while she noticed how Janice's hand reached towards Darlene's thigh, and started to caress the inside of her thigh. They were getting in the mood while watching her move sensually to the rhythm of the loud rock music that was still playing.

Once again she turned around, somehow even feeling motivated to turn them on, as they now more obviously were, even though the only evidence of it was Janice running her hand over Darlene's thigh as they watched her. She repeated what she had done while facing them, running the tip of the crop over her leg, and, while being very aware of how slutty it must be looking, slid the crop in between her legs again, as the women saw how the crop ran between her outer lips, and slide in between her gorgeous cheeks, poking out the back.

She did it a few times, and felt as if she was really getting all out with this. She was getting the hang of it, for better or worse. This was the slut she had in her, it must have been. The moment she removed the crop from between her legs, again she felt a hard smack on her ass. And another. But instead of freezing, she wanted to give it to them, as she slowly learned that clearly those smacks were a sign of approval, of joy of those otherwise almost stoic looking women.

With the crop still in her hand, she then daringly bent over yet again, and it took only seconds before she received another few hard slaps on her bare cheeks, as if standing in that position was an invitation to do so. Charlotte felt such a strange mix of embarrassment and joy in acting like this, inviting those two to actually deliver those smacks, because she even anticipated them. And the two women behind them certainly delivered. More hard smacks on her perfect bare ass followed, the last one leaving a definite sting. It barely occurred to her how ironic it was to be standing there with that kinky crop in her hand, yet her being the one whose ass was being smacked at the same time.

She stood straight again, and kept dancing like that for another while, swaying her hips, softly running the tip of the crop along her stocking clad legs, even playfully patting her own butt with it, while realizing she was leaving no doubt to those women about how kinky she supposedly was. How much of an actual hooker she was, which she really wasn't.

She then heard the music volume being turned down, shortly after which Janice appeared next to her as she stood there, teasingly playing with the riding crop still, looking at Janice with a slight, half embarrassed smile on her face.

Without a word, Janice reached out to her, put one hand on her chest, and another on her lower back, and Charlotte figured out she wanted her to arch her back by the pressure she put with her hands.

"You like being spanked, don't you," she then asked, although it barely sounded like a question, and with the volume of the music down, everything could be heard again.

"Yeah.." Charlotte answered, still going with the flow of everything that was happening, of what was obviously being expected.

"Legs open."

Charlotte obeyed, planting her feet slightly more apart following that simple command, while having her back arched which caused her ass to stick out, and the announcement that she was going to be spanked had her filled with anticipation and nerves at the same time.

She should feel degraded, being ordered around like that as if she was some kind of toy, but at that moment, she reveled in it. Her excitement was stronger than her shame, even though the latter was definitely present. Was she slowly realizing that she was getting off on this kind of shame?

Then, while in that willing position Janice put her in, with her back arched, her bare cheeks sticking out so obviously, the handle of the riding crop still in her sweaty palm, Janice caressed her still warm cheek briefly, before taking her left garter strap between her fingers, and letting it snap back against Charlotte's ass.

"Yeah.. you're a horny little bitch, aren't you," Janice continued as she stroked her left cheek once more.

"Mhm.."

Charlotte then felt Janice reach around her, wrapping her arm around her waist, holding her in a steady position.

"I'm gonna spank you a little bit. And after each spank, you're gonna tell us how wet that makes you. You got that?"

Charlotte swallowed at the thought before answering, as she noticed how the women's expectations were increasing.

"Yeah.."

The smack that then landed on the tall blonde's perfect ass felt more aimed, more intentional than the others. Charlotte quivered, but she was held steady by Janice's strong arm, while Janice's hand lingered on her stinging cheek. Wow, this actually hurt.

Charlotte had only seconds to compose herself, as she knew she had to play along. But god, that was going to be humiliating.

"That makes me so wet.." she then tried, awkwardly, her voice sounding like a sigh.

Janice chuckled, as her hand then wandered from the blonde's cheek towards the inside of her thighs, casually then brushing Charlotte's pussy between her willingly parted legs, before gripping her outer lips, and pinching hard, holding her lips in a strong, downright mean grip.

Charlotte winced, then squirmed as she felt the tendency to want to break free somehow from the butch woman's downright mean grip, but she didn't dare to.

"Oh-ho, we all know a whore like you can dirty talk better than that," Janice smirked. "I think you just like being rough handled a bit, don't you, you kinky bitch. You like being put in your place."

Charlotte's face flushed as she held her breath, her right hand waving the riding crop next to her as if wanting to fend off whatever was happening to her, not aimed at anything in particular, while teetering on her high heels.

"Hmm..? Are you kinky like that?"

Janice wouldn't let go of that tormenting grip between Charlotte's legs while she kept pushing her in that same, calm voice.

"Yeah," Charlotte squirmed, as it seemed like it was the only way out of the punishment she was forced to endure.

"M-hm.." Janice then answered, as if Charlotte just confirmed what she thought, while the grip then finally loosened, and changed into a soft, fondling gesture, with Janice's chubby fingers trailing along her mound.

"You're gonna try harder from now on?"

"Yeah.." Charlotte answered, barely realizing what promise she made, while being overwhelmed by the sudden increase of expectations. Dirty talking? Was that even something she was capable of? But apparently, she had to try.

Janice then withdrew her taunting fingers from between Charlotte's thighs, and landed her flat hand onto Charlotte's ass once again, with that same certainty as before. Charlotte sighed, her legs slightly trembling, while Janice kept holding her around her waist in that firm grip. As if she was some little girl who was kept in position like that.

"That makes my slut pussy so wet, I love it," Charlotte then responded, while her face flushed, hearing herself talk, or half sighing.

Janice didn't respond this time, leaving Charlotte desperate for approval, and ready to flinch at the thought of that hand once again squeezing between her legs. But after a few teasing taps on the same cheek, she received another well aimed smack.

"Mh.. I love it, it makes me so wet.." Charlotte went on, feeling so insecure without any kind of approval other than not being reprimanded again for not doing well enough, while degrading herself in front of these two butches.

The process was repeated another five times, before Janice then trailed her finger down Charlotte's slightly opened crack in her slutty position, down to her labia, making Charlotte feel anxious about being pinched like that again, but instead, she felt Janice's finger digging in between her lips, causing a wave through her body as she then felt a finger pushing inside her pussy, even hearing the wet sound as Janice's possessive finger slid in easily, into her wet, slippery hole, while standing there feeling powerless as she let the older woman have her way with her, her arm around Charlotte's waist still as if she was some object to use.

She held her breath as then, as simple as that, Janice's finger was joined by another, feeling her pussy getting filled up, and squirmed slightly as the bigger, older woman then started to fuck her pussy in a steady, very determined manner, her two fingers sliding deep into her pussy, the palm of the older woman's hand rhythmically clapping against Charlotte's skin with every thrust, while she just stood there, held in position, her stocking clad legs spread for easy access, while the uncontrolled moves of the riding crop still in Charlotte's hand gave away her inner sensations as it moved uncontrollably.

"Mm.. that kinky shit is making you wet isn't it. You slut."

Janice's voice was calm as always, while Charlotte's body warmed up intensely, both by the idea and the sensation that she was being finger fucked by that woman as if she was some kind of toy, standing up,

"Mhm.." Charlotte answered, overwhelmed by the way she was being treated, right before a small squirm escaped her lips.

"Speak up like I told you, bitch. I can also take that pretty nipple and drag you through the house for a while, if you need to learn."

Charlotte froze. It sounded literally like a threat, feeling confused about the direction in which this was going. Was she herself to blame for this? Should she not have admitted that she liked it kinky like that? Had she been given a choice at all in this?

Charlotte felt herself panic, even though the timbre of Janice's voice did not change at all, and those two fingers just kept steadily fucking her pussy. As if it was completely natural for her to treat someone like this. She was just so crazy dominant.

"I love the kinky shit, it makes me so wet," Charlotte then tried, her face flushing once more, and feeling so insecure and humiliated saying these things.

"Mhm.. you gonna keep up that dirty talk, or do I have to teach you?"

"I'm gonna keep up the dirty talk," Charlotte promised immediately, shuddering at the thought of being dragged around the apartment by her nipple, remembering Janice's earlier pinches, starting to believe the woman was actually capable of doing something like that.

"Too bad.. I'd have enjoyed punishing a dirty little bitch like you."

Charlotte kept quiet, save for the occasional squirm escaping her lips, while feeling herself being so humiliated by that condescending talk.

Janice went on, keeping the beautiful blonde in position as she kept fucking her pussy.

"So you said you like it up the ass, don't you," Janice then challenged her again.

For a second Charlotte hesitated. What was she expected to say? And did she even say that? Wasn't that pretty much decided for her when they negotiated with Kath? But given that promise of being punished if she didn't keep talking like that, and the simple fact that Kath promised the two women that she was into all of this, it felt as if once again she was given no choice.

"Mhm.. I love it up the ass," she said, feeling the humiliation in every vein while nervously trying to meet those women's expectations. Talking like that made her feel so ashamed. As if it was really her own idea to say those words.

Finally then, Janice then slowly withdrew her probing fingers from the blonde's tight pussy, leaving Charlotte feeling aroused and embarrassed at the same time. The way she was allowing all this, letting her get fucked right there in the middle of the room, putting on a show for the other woman still sitting behind them watching, she couldn't believe this was her. How did she become this dirty.

But that feeling of degradation even intensified as Janice then simply wiped her sticky fingers on Charlotte's bare lower back, and while it was a small thing, Charlotte felt the deeply condescending effect of it. As if those women barely saw her as a person, just appreciating her body, and anything sexual she said or did.

Janice reached back down, once again sliding her hand in between Charlotte's beautiful ass cheeks, teasingly running her fingers over her still slightly opened folds, then upwards through her crack, slowly, softly, while Charlotte barely wanted to admit how arousing that actually felt. It was as if by admitting her actual arousal, she'd admit this wasn't just a game, but that she was an actual slut, loving all this. She felt her stocking clad legs tremble slightly as Janice's finger briefly brushed over her anus while trailing up, but not even stopping, as if it meant nothing, while reminding Charlotte how she had just been pushed to confess she loved it up there, up her ass.

She felt how Janice's fingers then ran up her lower back, up her spine, until she finally reached her neck. Charlotte squirmed as that soft touch then changed, Janice applying more pressure in her neck, before sliding up and grabbing a handful of the blonde's hair tightly, tilting her head back forcefully.

"But first, you're going to show Darlene what you can do with that expensive slut tongue of yours. See if you're worth those premium rates, aren't you, little bitch."

"Yeah.." Charlotte could only answer, while her head was still being tilted uncomfortably, feeling Janice's firm grip, as the older woman's mouth was close to her face, feeling her warm breath right there in her ear.

"Yeah, what." Janice then raised her voice slightly, which felt once again threatening to Charlotte.

Charlotte felt confused as the woman started to become so pushy, not being sure anymore about whether she gave her the wrong idea about what she actually liked, or whether she was pushed into this.

Within the seconds Charlotte frantically tried to search for the right thing, or rather the expected thing to say, she felt Janice's arm withdraw from around her waist, and while her other hand was still holding the blonde's head tilted in that firm grip, Charlotte felt Janice's fingers pushing into her mouth, without mercy, easily doing so as Charlotte was still gasping, there was no way she could have stopped her.

"How 'bout you show me what that slut tongue can do. Lick."

With her face deep red, and her head still being tilted, she didn't hesitate for a second as she started to actually curl her tongue around the older woman's fingers, which were pushing further and further, at the point where Charlotte thought she'd start gagging.

"Keep licking, I didn't tell you to stop," she heard the woman's dominant, pushy voice right into her ear.

Charlotte desperately licked along Janice's thick fingers, making it feel even sensual, while she tried hard not to gag, feeling the danger of those fingers poking into the back of her throat, and breathing through her nose uncomfortably while nervously trying to keep balance on those high heels with her legs still spread.

"That's right bitch. If you don't talk, you'll just have to show me, hmm?"

Then finally, to Charlotte's relief, Janice withdrew her fingers from her mouth, leaving her gasping for air. But Janice didn't take her hand down, and instead, held those slippery fingers right in front of her mouth.

"I didn't tell you to stop. Lick."

Charlotte couldn't believe the amount of humiliation she was being put through right from the moment where she had been tricked into her little confession. Just like that first time with Kath, she got herself into a position where she wasn't sure at all whether she liked it at all, because of her cursed, insatiable curiosity.

She nervously then stuck out her tongue, and feeling deeply ashamed, she then started to lick Janice's fingertips with the tip of her tongue.

From the corner of her eye, she saw the older woman smirking, clearly enjoying her sadistic game. She seemed to revel in humiliating the blonde even more now that Charlotte had more or less given her the green light to do so.

"Mm.. think you can be an obedient whore now? Or do you need a lesson."

Charlotte swore she saw a spark of eagerness in the woman's eyes, an eagerness to give her a lesson instead, whatever that meant. But she really didn't want a lesson, realizing now how harsh she could be.

"I'm going to be an obedient whore now," Charlotte said, in a hurry, not even daring to return the tip of her tongue back to Janice's fingertips right after she said it.

"Mm.. we'll see.." Janice answered in that same calm voice. "On your knees," she said, as she tugged on Charlotte's hair slightly.

Charlotte bent through her knees, as she felt the pressure of the demands these women would be making from her increase still.

She was just sitting down on her knees, on the floor, while Janice stepped to the other side of her, her head tilted for a few seconds as she still held Charlotte by her hair, who felt another harsh tug, as if Janice wanted to drag her along.

"Crawl, come on," she said with that same pushy voice.

Charlotte awkwardly planted her hands on the floor, and crawled with her, back towards the couch, where she was surprised to see Darlene sit, but entirely nude this time, looking at her being guided so harshly by Janice, having that same slight smirk on her face, obviously enjoying the show.

When they approached the couch, Janice yanked Charlotte up by her hair, forcing her upper body to straighten.

"Up, on the couch bitch."

Charlotte climbed up on the couch, gasping because of the tight grip, her face still flushed, and looking at Darlene's bulky, naked body while she was guided onto the couch, planting one knee on the couch, and just as she wanted to lift her other knee on it, Janice pushed her head down, face flat onto Darlene's large breasts, feeling her flesh like a cushion under her cheek, leaving Charlotte with one foot on the floor, and one knee on the couch, her legs forced to spread wide that way.

Finally then, Janice let go of her hair, leaving Charlotte in that vulnerable, wide open position, while Darlene took over the grip on her hair. She didn't have time to think at all, while she was being pushed around like some rag doll.

Darlene tugged her hair, lifting Charlotte's face slightly from her bare, big breast, while she felt Janice's hand trailing down her stocking clad right leg, over her calf, squeezing it, and feeling her up towards the back of her knee, then down again, possessively, while Charlotte was awkwardly leaning over Darlene's naked body.

"Stick out that tongue," she heard Darlene say sternly, while still hovering with her face over the much older woman's naked, milky white breast.

Charlotte, barely able to process all the pressure they were now putting on her, did as she was told, her tongue just barely touching the woman's skin.

Then, with her tongue stuck out, Darlene guided her head over her breasts, literally using Charlotte's hair to guide her tongue over her body, down her large breast, over her nipple.

"Suck."

In her confusion, and with her body filled with shame, she wrapped her lips around the woman's large nipple, and actually sucked on it, which resulted in Darlene moaning.

She let Charlotte suck on her nipple for a while, before she tugged her hair yet again, leading her up again.

"Keep sticking that tongue out," she then heard Darlene say, Charlotte apparently having wrongly assumed that she was dismissed after being moved away from her nipple.

But as if that humiliating command was not enough, she then felt how her head was tilted, and before she realized what happened, she felt Darlene deliver a a harsh slap on her cheek. Jesus Christ!

Then, as if nothing happened, with her cheek still burning, Charlotte's face was lowered again, and the ritual started all over. Charlotte, with her deep red face licking over Darlene's naked breasts, guided to her nipple, Charlotte even starting to suck it by herself as her head was held still right in that spot, as if trained to know how to do it within minutes.

Charlotte couldn't even make sense of her bewildered thoughts anymore. Wasn't this sort of thing exactly the reason why she had not answered Kath's texts for so long? Was she letting her limits get pushed yet again? Was she even still herself? And how did she even get into a position licking a woman's body in such an extremely sexual way, and doing that to someone she felt never even physically attracted to?

Darlene then moved Charlotte's head lower, forcing the beautiful tall blonde to lick over her chubby belly, causing her back to arch even more, which seemed like an invitation for Janice to run her hand over her exposed cheek, right before using her thick fingers to rub right in between her cheeks, over her anus, applying pressure as she did, up and down, from her rim to her anus. Charlotte certainly didn't get time to process the shame in what she was doing, or forced to do.

"I want to fuck her whore ass, let's move to the bed, what do you say."

Charlotte felt so powerless as she started to realize there was no escaping of that happening. Being fucked in her ass. And to think that not only had Kath promised for that to happen, she even agreed to it. There was no way out of it, but it being announced so explicitly, as if it was an unavoidable ritual, was making her dead nervous.

"Sounds good to me, I'm ready to cum," she heard Darlene say, as she then felt how Darlene moved forward, once again pushing the blonde to the floor, and keeping her face so close to the floor that for a moment, Charlotte thought her nose was going to actually hit the floor.

"Walk," she then heard behind her, while at the same time she felt a sharp, merciless slap on her ass. The crop.

Charlotte clenched her teeth as she tried to endure the sting, but already felt Darlene forcefully tug her hair, up, and she had no choice but to crawl with these two women, to the large bed, where apparently her fate awaited her.

"Like a bitch, put on a show," Janice barked from behind her, while yet again she felt that riding crop land hard on her ass.

Charlotte sat still for a moment, breathing heavily, thrown off by the pain, but Darlene had no patience with her, nor mercy.

Slowly, the poor, beautiful blonde, in just those slutty garters, stockings and high heels, was led through the apartment, putting one knee in front of the other, making her hips sway slightly that way, the garter straps running tightly over her gorgeous round ass as she crawled towards the bed.

"Up, get on there."

Finally, Darlene let go of her hair, much to Charlotte's relief. God, that was becoming annoyingly painful.

"On your back," she heard, as she just started crawling onto the rubber sheet of the bed.

Charlotte obeyed, while she was growing more and more anxious about what was going to happen to her.

"Here, scoot forward," Darlene pointed to the edge of the bed, "feet on the floor, ass on the bed."

Charlotte scooted forward, lying there with her back on the rubber sheet, with her high heels planted on the floor.

While lying on her back like that, she saw Darlene approach her, the older woman's bulky, naked body joining her on the bed, kneeling next to her face, and before she realized what happened, Darlene lifted her knee, hovered over her, and sat right upon Charlotte's face.

Charlotte was perplexed, as she suddenly smelled the older woman's pussy, her hairy bush tickling against her nose, so dominantly sitting right on top of her. Having a woman, and especially a woman like Darlene, sit on her face was the last thing she ever imagined would happen to her, but there she was.

"Stick out that tongue, make me cum," she then heard Darlene say from above.

Charlotte knew she had no choice but to do it. She was going to lick that large woman's pussy. With her mind captured by intense shame, wanting no one to ever know about this, she then stuck out her tongue, and pressed it against Darlene's damp pussy, against her folds, which were slightly opened, allowing Charlotte's tongue to easily slide in between them, the scent penetrating her nostrils, tasting her, while she found the woman's clit, pushing her tongue against it, licking around it, even in an attempt to prove that she could do it, motivated by the harsh criticisms she got earlier, whether they were just playing or not. She knew very well that she was pressured into this, but there was just no escaping.

"Mhh... fuck.. yeah baby.." she heard Darlene moan, as she kept going.

But as if that overwhelming moment wasn't enough, without being able to even see what was happening with that woman sitting on her face, she felt how what must have been Janice's hands part her thighs and grabbing under her right knee, lifting her legs, and shortly after, feeling her fingers push once again in between her cheeks, carrying lube this time, making Charlotte shiver feeling that cold lube being spread across her anus.

She was being prepared to get fucked, in her ass, and even the realization of it made her freeze. But once again, while she was distracted by the thought of getting fucked, Darlene then scooted slightly forward on top of the blonde's pretty face, causing the tip of her tongue to touch something different entirely. Darlene's ass.

Oh god, what the hell did she get into. What were they thinking!

But there was no stopping. As if it was the most normal thing in the world, with Darlene's chubby thighs squeezed against Charlotte's ears, the doubt about what was being expected was taken away soon enough.

"Come on, lick that ass, bitch," she heard Darlene's now haughty, aroused voice.

Charlotte awkwardly started to move her tongue over the older, chubby woman's ass, while she felt as if every last piece of dignity was being stripped away from her as her tongue ran over the woman's ass.

"Like that.. that feels good.." she heard, while at the same time, she felt a firm grip around both her ankles, as her legs were being lifted up high, her knees forced to bend with the way her knees were being pushed back towards her, and with the way she was lying down at the edge of the bed, she was giving Janice all the space she needed to fuck her.

It only took seconds before she then felt something hard probe against her sensitive, lubed up anus, decisively, helplessly pinned onto the bed in between Darlene's thick thighs, her tongue buried in between the woman's big cheeks.

Charlotte's squirm was muffled by Darlene's cheeks, as she felt what was clearly a dildo, probably a strap on, push right into her anus, deeper and deeper, the lube making sure that was no problem at all, while her legs trembled as she felt her asshole stretch. She was getting it.

Charlotte held her breath as she felt that hard, thick thing enter her tight asshole, while still lying there with Darlene on her face, as slowly but surely, she felt the dildo slide back, and then in again. Janice was starting to fuck her.

She tried to grab something, but there was nothing to grab, the rubber sheet being entirely smooth and flat, as she then, barely consciously, started to hold onto Darlene's thighs, grabbing them tight as she tried to endure what was happening down there.

Janice's rhythm then increased, and she found herself getting fucked proper, grimacing and squirming under Darlene's ass, as the sound of Janice's body clapping against Charlotte's naked thighs then filled the room as she was ass fucked mercilessly.

Charlotte had closed her eyes, as she tried to just surrender to what was happening, while she once again felt Darlene move, and felt that damp pussy she had been licking earlier right on her nose.

She thought she was going to pass out, as Darlene then reached down to spread her lips, and started to rub her clit right on her nose, as if she was some kind of object, being humped by that chubby older woman, while feeling that dildo fucking her ass at a high pace, actually feeling how her nose was being used as a sex toy.

"Fuck.. yeah.. hmmmgg... yeah.." she heard Darlene groan as she was literally being used like some fuck doll.

"Make me cum, pretty bitch.. yeah.." she heard as she felt how Darlene's thick thighs were occasionally trembling.

Charlotte wasn't even aware of time anymore, as she was being used like this, being fucked like this. She didn't know for how long Darlene was rubbing her clit on her nose, while she was being fucked steadily, deep in her ass.

"Fuck.. FUCK!!" Darlene shouted, as she clenched her thick thighs tightly around Charlotte's ears. She was cumming.

Darlene then finally started to relax, not moving, and just stayed there, as Janice then finally let the strap on slide out of her ass, and Charlotte felt as if her ass was some kind of big, gaping hole.

Then, after what she seemed like a full minute, Darlene then finally climbed off of her, while Charlotte finally opened her eyes again, feeling confused, ashamed, soiled, degraded to her core.

She just lied there on the bed, while she saw how the still completely naked Darlene walked over to Janice, who was just unstrapping the harness she had been wearing while fucking her. Darlene hugged Janice, and kissed her on her lips tenderly, which was an image that would be burned onto Charlotte's brain forever.

"You can take a shower and get dressed honey, it's almost time," Janice then turned her face to Charlotte, right before kissing Darlene again.

Charlotte felt so very awkward, being dismissed like that, as she then quietly nodded, and finally, still somewhat dizzy, climbed off the bed, and finally stood back on the floor, teetering on her high heels as she felt so very tired.

She walked past them, while the two weren't paying attention to her at all, for the first time that night.

It felt as if her ass was destroyed, and the feeling was emphasized with every step she took, as she walked back into the direction where she came from earlier, towards the hallway. Dazed as she was, she tried a few doors before finding the bathroom, and locked the door.

Her legs were still trembling as she stood there for a while, trying to calm herself, trying to breathe slow, through her nose, while she held her hands against her face, as she wasn't even sure what just happened.

Then, longing for a shower pretty badly, she finally sat down on the toilet, lifted her one foot, fumbling with the straps of her shoes to open them, eventually managing to take them off, moving her toes to relax them, before she then took off the black stockings, and finally the garter belt.

Seconds later, inside the shower cabin, with the warm water running over her body from the shower, letting the water run over her face, she calmed down slowly. This had been crazy. This was way, way beyond what she had expected. Way beyond her limits, as far as she was aware of where her limits were. It felt as if what had happened, especially during the last hour, had been a different reality.

She washed her body with the clean cloth hanging over the shower cabin door, but hardly dared to touch her ass even with the cloth, as if she was afraid of how it might feel. But at least the shower freshened her up, as if she was washing off everything that had just happened, so she could be herself again.

While she was still relaxing under the warm stream, she vaguely heard the doorbell ring from the hallway, and heard voices outside the bathroom moments later. She realized that was probably Kath.

Not wanting to let Kath wait for too long, and wanting to go home herself, she then finally got out of the shower, and dried herself off. She grabbed the pieces of cloth that she had been wearing, her shoes, and then, naked, opened the shower door, and returned to the bedroom she had been in with Kath while she had changed into that skimpy hooker outfit.

She turned on the light, and with a feeling of relief because of the fact that she'd be leaving soon, she got back into her regular panties and bra, put on her blue Adidas pants and the white shirt, putting her socks and sneakers back on, and finally the hoodie. She didn't bring a hairbrush, and decided to just put her hair in a ponytail.

Charlotte felt odd as she put the sexy lingerie she had been wearing back in her gym bag, together with the high heeled shoes. As if she was putting her other personality back where it belonged. In the bag.

For a moment, she didn't really know what to do now that she was all packed up and ready to go. Wait in the hallway for Kath to appear? Was it even Kath that had arrived? And if it was, what if they were waiting for her instead? And wouldn't she seem like some weird shy child if she did?

But as much as she didn't want to face those women again, facing her own embarrassment knowing how they had just been treating her, while she had undeniably acted like an actual hooker, she gathered her courage and then walked back towards the end of the hallway, and pushed open the door to enter the kitchen area again, that area where she had been lead into by Kath earlier, topless, guiding her by her nipple and wearing that extremely provocative outfit.

Walking in there now in her casual clothes, she saw the three women, including Kath, standing around the kitchen counter as they had done before.

"There she is, our little star," Kath mentioned, while Charlotte just smiled awkwardly, seeing Darlene sit there in a purple long bathrobe, Janice dressed just like before, both of them glancing at her casually, not even all too interested as they did before.

"Over here, baby," Kath gestured simply, and Charlotte walked towards Kath, who put her arm around her waist, pressing the tall blonde against her, softly caressing her hip over her clothes, while taking a sip from yet another beer with her free hand.

"So how was she, did she do well?" Kath simply asked Janice and Darlene, making Charlotte feel so belittled yet again, while Kath's hand wandered down her ass, caressing her butt softly over the smooth track pants.

Charlotte felt as if she was being judged by a jury, as if she had been partaking in some kind of talent show, while she knew very well how those women had humiliated her so roughly only minutes ago. She even felt nervous about them disclosing the things they criticized her for to Kath, as Kath had made it so clear that she had to go all out.

She saw Janice and Darlene look at each other, as if trying to make up their minds on how she performed, while she still felt Kath's hand softly brushing over her ass, standing next to her as if she owned the pretty blonde.

"Yeah, she was good. Better than that weirdo from last time," Janice smirked, making Darlene actually laugh this time.

"Less whiny for sure," Darlene added.

"She had some trouble talking like she should now and then," Janice then said, her tone even serious, making Charlotte blush awkwardly, remembering so vividly what she meant.

"But overall she was nice. Kinky slut, that's for sure."

"And she's a looker. Those damn legs," Darlene now actually winked at Charlotte, who could do nothing but smile politely, despite her embarrassment.

"And ass," Janice added with a smirk on her face.

"Yeah you had some fun with that, huh."

They both laughed, as Kath then squeezed Charlotte's butt lightly.

"Yeah that's how she usually makes an impression. Rating from 1 to 10? How did she do," Kath then asked them casually.

"I think, hmm.. a firm 8," Janice then said, Darlene nodding in agreement.

"If she'd be open to some kinkier shit and learns how to talk, she could get to a 10," Janice added.

Charlotte did her best to hide her embarrassment as she stood there listening to those women talk about her so directly, and in the third person, as if she wasn't even there.

"Well I promise she'll get to a 10 next time, she just needs a bit of extra motivation," Kath then nodded, slightly tapping Charlotte's butt.

Charlotte didn't even want to think about a next time, still buried in shame about everything she did, everything she let those women do to her.

"You want to get to a 10, don't you?" she then asked Charlotte directly, her eyes as sharp and demanding as ever.

"Yeah," Charlotte nodded, as if she was still conditioned to answer immediately, but trying to tell herself that this was all just part of the game, that this was just another one time, kinky experiment.

"Good girl," Kath said as her hand now caressed over the blonde's back, while the two women looked at them, an amused, slightly greedy grin on their faces, as if already looking forward to the next time.

Kath gulped from her beer bottle, and then gave Charlotte's lower back a slight push.

"Give them a nice kiss, we gotta get going."

Charlotte awkwardly then walked up to Darlene, wishing she'd just be taken back to her place already, but trying to comfort herself by the thought this would be the last time she'd see these women.

She leaned down slightly to Darlene, who sat closest to her, and knew very well what was expected, and it wasn't a kiss on the cheek. She leaned towards the older woman's face, and gave her a soft kiss on her lips.

"Mm.. see you next time, honey."

Giving her a slight, embarrassed smile, she walked around the counter to Janice, as those women once again didn't make any effort to come to her, just as they didn't when she first entered, to sell herself to them.

She repeated the ritual with Janice, the taller one of the two, and for a second, she thought she should explain that she wasn't actually a hooker, that she was just a regular girl, and that this was just a little adventure, an experiment, and that she wouldn't even return a second time. But that would just cause a scene, and she didn't even dare to speak up like that.

"Bye honey, keep that nice ass in shape," Janice remarked with a teasing grin after she kissed her goodbye as well, and it felt as if those eyes were still lingering on her ass as she finally walked off to Kath.

"Alright baby, got everything?" she asked Charlotte, who nodded.

"Think this one is yours still," Janice then said from behind her.

Charlotte looked over her shoulder, as she saw the woman dangling the black, sexy thong she had been wearing earlier from her finger, before casually throwing it at Charlotte, who just managed to catch it.

"Always the same with those sluts, forgetting about their panties," Kath joked, as the two women laughed out loud.

Charlotte grinned awkwardly, as she held the skimpy thong in her hand, not even taking the effort to put it in the bag. She just wanted to get out of this place.

Finally then, Kath took Charlotte's hand, and Janice slid off her stool at the counter to walk them out.

Not a word was spoken while they walked down the stairs on the outside of the apartment building. Not that Charlotte minded, she was just relieved to be able to breathe in some fresh air.

The two of us got back into Kath's car, Charlotte planting her gym bag in between her feet as she had done on the way over there, and without a word they drove off.

Charlotte was still trying to process everything that had happened, so she didn't mind the silence, as the music played on the car radio, although she did start to wonder what kind of person Kath really was, considering none of this had seemed new to her. In fact, it had seemed that this was definitely not her first time renting out a girl like this.

Then the car took an unexpected turn, off the main road, along a few apartment buildings, taking another turn to drive onto a completely empty parking lot in front of a supermarket.

Charlotte woke from her endless pondering and peeked at Kath, but as always, the expression on her face had barely changed.

Kath stopped the car in the middle of the parking lot, and turned off the engine, after which she switched on the interior light, then looked directly at Charlotte, with that dominant stare she knew so well.

She kept staring at her, without saying a word, making Charlotte feel uncomfortable, not sure if she should politely smile to downplay what she was doing, not knowing at all what was going on.

"Show your ass to me."

Charlotte felt confused, and just kept staring at Kath, not sure what she even meant by that. But it was that tone, that tone that had made her come crawling back and got into yet another edgy adventure with this woman, that made her go along into it.

"Okay, like.." Charlotte answered, feeling insecure about not knowing exactly she expected, as she turned sideways slightly, lifting her butt from the seat, and leaning towards the door on her own side. Silence, again.

"Show your ass to me," Kath repeated simply, coldly staring at her.

Charlotte figured that she apparently didn't do enough, and then, after hesitating slightly, she awkwardly pulled her one leg onto the seat, and bent all the way towards the window, looking over her shoulder for some kind of approval, as her ass was then sticking out towards Kath slightly.

"I can't see your ass. Show your ass to me."

Charlotte responded with an understanding, embarrassed smirk, as it then became clearer to her what she actually meant. Right there in the car? In the middle of that parking lot? But she seemed dead serious, as always, leaving no doubt that that was actually what she was insisting on.

Charlotte reached back, and then, while still feeling somewhat paranoid about people possibly seeing them right there in that car with the interior light on in the middle of that empty parking lot, pulled both her blue track pants and her panties down at once, exposing her ass.

For a few seconds, there was an intense silence in the car, while Charlotte sat there in that cramped position, feeling vulnerable while she was sticking out her bare ass to Kath, as if offering it to her, while knowing full well what Kath was capable of.

Then she felt a sharp smack against her exposed cheek, which had already been abused so heavily that night.

"Is that how I taught you to show your ass?"

Charlotte panicked slightly, and then tried harder by arching her back, bending her upper body all the way down, hunching down, causing her beautiful ass to stick out once more, and just like that, she was offering herself like some kind of slut again.

The silence in the car was nerve wrecking, as she then felt Kath's fingers trail over her bare cheek, and then, to Charlotte's dismay, the finger slid in between her cheeks, and she flinched as Kath's fingertip then touched her still sore anus, causing her head to bump against the car door.

"Oh.. you got fucked there good, didn't you. Dirty whore."

Charlotte clenched her fist, terrified of being touched there again, and so deeply embarrassed about Kath pointing so explicitly how she had let herself be used that night.

But she felt a very different sensation, making her shudder as Kath then slid her hand right in between her legs, literally groping her pussy, squeezing it roughly.

"Wider, open wider," she heard Kath's pushy voice.

Charlotte couldn't help but complying immediately, giving Kath even easier access as she was fondled like that, squeezed between her legs like that, hardly able to concentrate as she managed to spread her thighs a bit more in that cramped position.

"You had trouble talking, hmm? Didn't I explain you how to talk to them?"

She felt Kath's hand applying pressure to her pussy, while at the same time hearing that belittling, criticizing question. As if she was reprimanded.

"Hmm..?" Kath continued, taunting her, as she then stuck out her finger, and probed against Charlotte's lips, and before she knew it, she heard the slippery sound of that finger entering her wet pussy, ashamed of that wet sound in the quiet car, giving away her arousal so easily.

"Answer me."

"Sorry.." Charlotte responded, in what sounded like a squirm, as she couldn't believe how sensitive she was to that pushy, dominant Kath.

"I think you need to be trained a bit more, don't you. On how to behave.." Kath continued reprimanding her, as she felt that finger now sliding towards her clit.

Charlotte held her breath before letting out a loud sigh, somehow completely captured by the way Kath was treating her. Once again that woman was able to mesmerize her, even after everything that happened.

"..and to show some respect to me. Don't you."

Kath's finger circled around her clit, leaving a silence in which just Charlotte's quick breathing and the slippery sound between her lips was heard. Charlotte held onto the handle of the door in a firm grip, as Kath then started to rub her clit, so skillfully, making her feel completely controlled, while unable to resist the sensations flowing through her tired, used body.

"Y-yeah.." Charlotte squirmed.

"Are you gonna answer immediately when I text you next time?"

Charlotte felt herself blush in deep shame, as she was then reminded of how she had been ghosting her before, and having that pointed out to her with that finger tauntingly rubbing her clit was so deeply humiliating, and barely believing that this strange mix of shame and guilt was bringing her even closer to an orgasm.

"Yeah I thought so, you slut. You're going to learn how to respect me, aren't you."

Charlotte was panting in that awkward position, while Kath kept talking to her like that, in that controlling voice, able to make her agree to anything at that point.

"Yeah.. oh f-.."

Charlotte felt her thighs trembling, as she was caught in what seemed like a trance, yet the words she heard from behind her were hitting so deep.

"H-ahh.." Charlotte then squirmed loudly, held her breath, then squirmed again as her body was shaking, cumming hard, bumping her head against the car door a few more times as she did, in that awkward position, with Kath's possessive hand still between her legs, slowing down how she was rubbing the beautiful blonde's clit.

Then finally, Kath withdrew her hand, giving Charlotte some time to recover. Charlotte was breathing slower, deeply, enjoying the relief of her orgasm. But she wasn't given much time, as Kath already started the car while she was still sitting there, curled like that, with her ass exposed.

Charlotte then awkwardly pulled up her panties and her pants and sat straight onto the seat again, while Kath simply drove the car onto the main street, staring at the road as if nothing had just happened, with Charlotte's face still flushed by her recent, intense arousal.

"Come here," Kath then said, calmly, as she kept her eyes on the road.

Charlotte remembered what that meant from their previous trip, and moved her upper body towards Kath, again in that awkward position. She remembered very well how Kath had taken her ear between her fingers the last time.

Kath reached out to her, her arm around Charlotte's neck, and then found the blonde's lips with her finger, still sticky, Charlotte smelling herself, but she obeyed by opening her mouth, which was exactly what Kath was expecting, and within a split second, she felt Kath's finger enter her mouth.

Charlotte didn't even need an instruction on what to do, even though she felt ashamed of doing it, all by herself, as if she had been conditioned by how Janice had treated her earlier, although this time it was Kath's single finger instead of those chubby fingers Janice had forced in between her lips causing her to gag almost.

She started licking around Kath's finger, without ever being told to do so, as they kept driving. But that was the effect Kath had on her, and she was giving in to it, for the first time without any real reluctance.

The risk of being seen from other cars was lower this time as it was already late, and fewer cars were on the road, but the realization of sitting there next to this woman, tasting the sweet and sour of her own pussy juices made her feel like an actual slut. But she didn't stop. She was pleasing Kath, and as dirty and slutty as it felt, she enjoyed it.

Then, as they approached the apartment building where Charlotte lived, Kath finally withdrew her finger from Charlotte's mouth, needing both hands on the wheel as she made the turn, to stop right there on the corner where Charlotte had been picked up earlier that night.

"Give me a kiss," Kath then said as she parked the car in the exact same spot as earlier.

Charlotte smiled slightly, as she knew this was goodbye, at least for now, leaned into Kath, and actually gave her a willing, sensual kiss on her mouth. She couldn't decide whether she was actually grateful for this humiliating adventure, she could barely think straight, acting on feelings only.

The expression on Kath's face barely changed as she then finally ended the kiss.

"I'll be in touch soon," she said calmly, but so reassuringly, before Charlotte then picked up her gym bag, and with a blush still on her face, then opened the car door.

"Okay," she said, with her lips curling into a disoriented smile.