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A Shopping Adventure By Dyanne I finally worked up the courage and decided to stop. The store was one of those consignment boutiques that specializes in high fashion women's clothing. The outfits displayed in the windows were always extremely feminine, figure flattering and of very high quality. For three years I had passed this store twice a day commuting to and returning from the office admiring the outfits displayed. I had even found myself detouring trips so as to venture by hoping a new outfit may be displayed. Although I had numerous outfits in my closet, the urge to buy something new was uncontrollable and I knew that I had to satisfy this desire. The outfits were so elegant and sexy I had contemplated stopping by numerous times but could not fathom the courage. Most of my purchases were made from catalogs and lately by internet where I could hide my identity. In the old days I used a variety of ploys, normally that the item was being purchased as a gift. Many times I even had the item wrapped to further my guise. The thought of purchasing a used garment, no matter how nice and pristine the item may be, as a gift did not feel convincing to me. But I hadn't thought of any other excuse as I entered the store. I had left work a little early to arrive prior to the 5:00 PM closing time. Fortunately the store was empty of customers and I had about 15 minutes until closing. This would give me enough time to quickly shop and depart with a minimum of exposure. Upon entering I was immediately met by a beautiful middle aged woman offering her assistance. "Thanks but I'm just looking," was my immediate response. Adding without thought and for no reason, "I need a cheap outfit as a gag gift." A sly smile crossed her face, "feel free to look around and if you need any assistance my name is Victoria". I quickly found the section with my size and immediately became completely engrossed in the shopping experience. The selections and prices were outstanding and the time slipped by as I contemplated numerous outfits. Holding a gorgeous sexy slinky dress out and imagining how it would fit I was shocked by her voice. I had completely forgotten that I was not alone in the shop and was startled by her presence. "Would you like to try it on?" "Wha, wha, what?" I stammered, "I'm not making a purchase for myself," I assured her unconvincingly. Taking the dress from me and holding it up to my chest. "It's a good color for you and compliments your eyes so well," she continued without hesitation. "Why spend money on something that you're not sure will fit. How many dresses or outfits have you purchased that didn't fit or you were not happy with and couldn't return? Why waste the money? The store is closed, the doors are locked and its only you and I. So go ahead, relax and enjoy your shopping experience." My silence or lack of response had obviously spoken volumes for me. "Follow me," gathering a number of dresses she led me to the dressing room. As I followed I could not believe what was taking place. Something that I had fantasized about for years was taking place right before me and it appeared to be completely out of my control. It was as if this woman was reading my mind. I was just slipping into the third dress when she called in "aren't you coming out to show me how they fit"? "I really don't feel comfortable doing this, let alone coming out in front of you," I responded. Then suddenly the door swung open. "We're alone here and I'm trying to help. It is my job to make certain that my clothes fit properly". Smiling at me she hands me a group of dresses, "these are a size 14 tall, with your height they will fit you much better. Let me see how each one fits," as she closed the door. She was absolutely right, they fit perfectly. With each dress I would parade out in front of her for her critiquing. "You know," she stated matter-of-factly as she pulled and tucked on the dress, "these would fit much better with the proper foundations. Why don't you let me do a complete makeover on you? Have you applied any make up before?" Before I had a chance to offer any type of response she fired off with the next round. "I could have you looking tremendous within the hour. Have you ever fantasized about going out in public dressed to the nines"? Once again my hesitancy spoke volumes of my hidden desires and she read me like an open book. "No, my only desire is to dress up in the privacy of my home," I meekly responded. She continued not paying any attention to my response. "It has always been a fantasy of mine to be able to take a male and create this feminine creature. We can fulfill both of our desires and as a bonus I'll give you all five of these dresses". Before I could mutter any objection she had unzipped the dress allowing it to fall to the floor and was hurriedly taking my measurements. Pointing to a door at the back of the room, "there is a shower just through the door and to the left. There are clean towels on the rack behind the door. The only thing I need is your shoe size." Providing the required information I wandered to the shower at a complete loss for how I had let this endeavour progress to this point. I had wandered into the store about an hour ago to make a quick purchase of a dress or two. Now I found myself preparing myself for a make over and who knows what. I wasn't complaining as she was absolutely correct in her assessment of the situation. It has always been a fantasy but one I never really expected to act upon, yet somehow she had manipulated me into this position. My emotions were mixed, on one hand I very much wanted to continue but my fears and anxiety searched feverishly for an easy means to end the charade. I towelled off and slipped into the short pink robe Victoria had left for me. Entering the room I was startled to find Victoria talking with another woman and immediately started back to the dressing room. "Oh its alright Hon, this is my friend Denise, she'll be helping with your transformation". I had just made it to the dressing room door as Victoria finished. Looking up I found my clothes gone from their hanger. "Denise has been busy shopping for you, come and see what wonderful things she brought". The point of no return had passed and I now realized that I was at their mercy. I felt Victoria's had on mine as she quickly led me into a waiting chair. For the next 45 minutes both women dotted and fussed over me like a mother on prom night. My body hair was removed, my eyebrows plucked and tweezed. I was given a pedicure, a manicure with false nails and then a bright red nail polish applied to all. Next silicone breastforms were attached with some form of adhesive and finally they went to work on my face. They both seemed extremely pleased and excited as they finished the last touches of lip stick. "You look divine Hon," exclaimed Denise. "Lets get you into your outfit, maybe we'll take some photo's," added Victoria. "Here, put these on," stated Victoria handing me a matching white lace bra and panty set. I hesitated, not wanting to disrobe in front of these women. "Come on dear, we've seen it before and you surely don't have anything to hide," Denise blurted out as she helped me out of my robe. It was a little awkward not being used to the long nails but I managed with Denise helping with the bra hook. Next came a white corset that was cinched extremely tight, followed by sheer panty hose, then a wicked pair of 5" red stiletto heeled sandals with thin straps that tied at the ankles. The final piece of the outfit was a white slinky dress with long sleeves and a back zipper. The material was a clinging type that hugged my body, sashaying sexily as I moved. It was a fishtail style dress with the back being a mid calf length and the front cut about three inches above the knees, thus showing plenty of leg. I was now fitted with a shoulder length blonde wig. Then the two women stepped back to admire their work. They were quite proud of their creation complimenting one another and me about how wonderful they had me looking. Seeing my reflection in a full length mirror I was both shocked and amazed at the transformation that had taken place. Victoria announced that a toast was in order and champagne was opened. Various toasts were made on behalf of my arrival into the female world. After a couple of drinks I took a seat and the sex appeal of my dress became immediately apparent. The cut of the dress coupled with the weight of the material caused it to ride high on my thighs exposing a large amount of leg. Conveniently seated in front of the mirror I could readily see the image I was conveying much to the delight of Victoria and Denise. "Are you ready"? Victoria asks as we are finishing the last of the champagne. Dumbfounded I question "for what". "We need to go out and show you off. Why, you don't think we would go to all this work just to sit around here do you". 'Why protest,' I thought. Once again she had manipulated me, but we both knew that I was a willing participant. "So what are the big plans for the evening and where are you taking me?" "We want to keep it a secret, but I'm sure you'll have a verrrry good time" was Denise's sexy response. Our first stop was at a small sleazy photography shop that was closed. We were granted entry after some conversation between Victoria and what appeared to be the owner. "What is this all about?" I questioned as we entered the store. "I promised you photo's. Besides you need to have some identification with you." Her statement brought me back to reality. I didn't have any type of identification or money on me. The only items that I had seen them put into my purse were cosmetics and perfume. I would bring this up later. Photo's were quickly taken. Denise paid the gentleman and she was handed a small red document that looked like a passport, then we were escorted to the door. Walking to the car Denise slid the document into my purse, "you'll need this later". As we drove along Denise described the hot night club that we were going to and how much I would enjoy myself. I found myself becoming more and more apprehensive about the night's upcoming events. Finally I spoke up, "what am I supposed to do for identification and money at this place"? Victoria smiled broadly and turned to me, "oh, Hon, you won't have to worry about money." "And we have already taken care of your identification, so you're just fine," added Denise, both women giggled at this exchange. The next stop was at a small night club in a seedy part of the city. By now I was extremely nervous but felt somewhat protected by the mere presence of these two women. It was about 8:00 PM as we entered the establishment and I was thrilled to see that it was virtually empty of customers. We were met by the doorman which Victoria seemed to know. She immediately cornered him to the side in conversation. My tension was rising as the door man kept glancing over at me. Finally we were lead over and seated at a small table. Denise retrieved drinks from the bar and we sat there making small talk. The club was long and narrow with a bar running along half of the one wall. At the end of the bar there was a small stage with musical instruments set up and a variety of tables scattered about. Sitting in the solitude of this table I was starting to relax. As we consumed our drinks the place started filling and a line began growing at the door. It was obviously going to be a full crowd in no time. Next the band started playing and the place came to life. The tables around us were filling rapidly. Victoria leaned over saying "lets move up to the bar". I had started to relax and enjoy myself in the protected area of the table, now I had to get up a walk around in front of everyone, let alone move up to the bar in a display position. Somehow I knew this is exactly what these women had in mind. As we made our way to the bar it now suddenly dawned on me that the vast majority of customers were men. There were a few women but a quick calculation showed that approximately 80% of the crowd was male. Taking a seat on the high bar stool I suddenly felt very exposed. The slinky dress draping across my legs I felt every eye in the house was on me and in fact most were. Turning quickly in the stool I came face to face with the bartender. "Hi ma'am, what can I get you ladies to drink"? Victoria immediately ordered me a double and sodas for them. As he returned with the drink order Victoria blurts out "Oh by the way you may want to check her ID," nodding at me and laughing profusely. Smiling at me as he leans across the bar, "well you heard the lady". Scared and confused, I completely forget about the photo session until I hear Denise. "Just show him you're ID Dyanne". By now Victoria was in the process of retrieving the red document from my purse and handing it to the bartender. It seemed as though time had stopped. He slowly read over the document looked at me, then back at the document, then to Denise and Victoria who were smiling ear to ear. It was one of those feeling where everyone knows the joke and is laughing except you. But I realized that I was probably the butt of the joke, I just didn't know what the punch line was. A large smile also appeared on his face as he handed me the document, "the drinks are on the house tonight". I looked over to the two women that had placed me in this situation for some answers. "Have fun and enjoy the evening, we'll be back later to pick you up". I started to slide off the bar stool only to be stopped by a pair of arms. "Are you ready to get started, I am and I'm going first". I looked up into the eyes of the bartender who had come around to the other side of the bar. "What are you talking about?" I questioned. "Look don't play stupid with me honey. Your girlfriends have already been paid, it's not my problem they're leaving you here for the dirty work". Again I questioned, "I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about." He ripped my purse from my hands, pulling out the ID he opened it and thrust it in my face. The document looked very official, under the title of occupation listed in bold upper case letters COCK SUCKER. My heart raced and my mind searched hastily for some means of retreat from the inevitable conclusion to the evening. Taking the document and slipping it back into my purse I suddenly became aware that the commotion we caused had drawn the attention of the entire crowd. I now found myself seated on this high bar stool, legs crossed and this slinky dress exposing most of them, leading down to this sexy pair of stiletto heels. If ever there was a blatant advertisement for sex I was the embodiment. The voice startled me back to reality, "you have many desiring fans and you don't want to keep them waiting do you"? The bar tender took me by the hand and lead me down from the seat and into a backroom. As we left the bar room I could hear the whistles and jeers in the background. We entered a small office and he pushed me to my knees I found myself facing his crotch as he hurriedly dropped his trousers. His cock was massive and already hard as he pull his underwear down. Grabbing the back of my head he pulled me forward and my mouth opened accepting his cock. After the initial gag response I found myself starting to enjoy the experience as I'm sure Victoria had known all along. His grip on my head relaxed as I started to take control of the rhythmic bobbing on his shaft. I could tell within moments, from his moans, that I was bringing him much desired pleasure. In turn I found myself in an ever excited state mirroring his. The more excited I made him feel the more I seemed to enjoy it, the thrill of being able to excite this man was stimulating and exciting me likewise. Suddenly he came releasing his cum deep into the back of my mouth. Swallowing his load I felt a deep disappointment that my fun had ended when I heard "next". Part 2 After what had been hours spent on my knees pleasuring the male patrons of the establishment I finally finished with the last one. Relieved I looked up to see Victoria and Denise smiling at me from the corner of the room. After the fifth or sixth customer the whole ordeal had became a blur, somewhat like a bad dream. I had no idea the number of men that I had serviced but knew from the way I felt there had to be many. My face and dress were covered with cum, my hose had been worn through at both knees, my jaw, knees and back ached. They tenderly helped me to my feet and into the bathroom where they removed my dress and cleaned me up. After refreshing my makeup I was put in a new dress and panty hose, then lead out to the car. The entire time they complimented me on what a wonderful job I had done, how I was a natural cocksucker and how happy I had made the men. Everything was a blur, somehow seeming that it was happening to someone else and I was viewing it from afar. Yet I knew that it was real and somehow it was completely out of my control. I hadn't had a thing to drink in hours but I still felt very intoxicated and needed sleep in the worst way. We arrived at my house and they helped me in and to bed. It did not occur to me at the time or did I care how they had obtained my keys and knew my address. I was only grateful to be home and able to sleep. As they were leaving Victoria turned, "sleep well Hon we have another big day planned and you'll need your rest. You do want us to clean up your dress for you don't you? I'm sure you'll want to save it as a reminder of your big coming out party". They both laughed hardily at this and Denise adds as they left "kind of your debutante ball". I woke to the ringing of the phone. The noise was deafening and killing my ears, my head was splitting with the worst headache imaginable. Hoping against hope it would stop I finally rolled over and answered, "hello..." "Time to get up sweetie, I told you we had a big day planned." The voice was familiar but I was having difficulty thinking at all let alone recognizing the strange voice on the line when suddenly I realized my attire. Still clad in the corset, bra and panties and attached breastforms from the previous night my memory started rushing back to me. Denise continued, "get up and shower, pay close attention to your beard. There is a hair removal lotion on the vanity. We'll be over in an hour to help you dress. Don't be late and there are pills on the vanity for the headache. Take two and it will pass in twenty minutes. Do as we say or you'll dread this day for the rest of your life." Then she hung up. I was already starting to dread it. The memories of the previous night were rushing back into my aching head. I had no idea what more they could do to me, but I feared that it may be worse, as I popped the pills into my mouth and climbed into the shower. The hot water felt wonderfully as it seemed to wash away the dirt and some of the memories. I had mixed emotions from the ordeal. It had been humiliating and demeaning yet I found myself stimulated and excited. After the initial repulsive gesture and shock I may have actually enjoyed sucking cock. I don't remember much after the first couple guys but I did find myself satisfied that I was able to bring pleasure to them, a control of some sort. Exiting the shower I found both women leaning on the vanity. "You're going to need to hurry, we have a lot to get done." "What may I ask are the big plans for tonight.". "Well," Victoria started, "you made quite an impression last night and one of your admirers has requested a date. We don't want to disappoint him, do we? He will be here in 45 minutes to pick you up". Victoria and Denise set about their work of transforming me into their sex toy. This time I was put in a matching black bra and bikini set, followed by a black corset. Then a pair of black stockings with lacy tops that attached to garters from the corset. Next came a sexy pair of 5" stiletto heels with straps which were wrapped around the ankles and tied. Finally to my surprise a rather conservative looking dress. A coat dress that buttoned up the front only the bottom three buttons were conveniently missing. Thus when I walked or sat the dress slipped open exposing my legs and tops of the stockings. This made for a very sexy slutty look which greatly pleased the two women. I was given instructions as to how I was to act and perform. He would be calling within minutes for a "date" and that I would accept. I would accompany him and perform oral sex as he requested. For these services I would be paid $100.00 and I was expected to bring the money to them. Failure to bring back the money would be dealt with harshly, I was told. The phone rang and I was instructed to answer. "Hello". "Hi, may I speak with Dyanne"? "Yes, this is Dyanne." "I'm sure you do not remember me but we met briefly last evening." I could hear him snickering. "Through a mutual friend I was provided your phone number and they indicated you would be available for entertaining tonight. Can you accompany me to dinner?" "Yes I guess. But you do know that the fee is $100.00 for the evening". His laughter echoed from my eardrum, "oh don't worry about that, I'll be over in 45 minutes, be ready." Victoria ripped the phone from my hand screaming, "never discuss money on the phone. Always let him bring up the matter of money." She continued berating me and hounding me on how to negotiate the payment terms until the doorbell rang. It was almost a relief to be leaving. It suddenly dawned on me that I was walking out of my home leaving it to strangers and that I was walking out dressed as a woman. What if one of my neighbours saw me? Fortunately it was dusk and I would probably pass from a distance. Opening the door, "hi Dyanne, I'm John. Are you ready?" Victoria's voice rings out from behind me, "not only is she ready, she can't wait to get started". With that she pushes me out onto the front porch closing the door behind. I hear their laughter inside as I catch my balance. I stoop down to retrieve my purse which had slipped off my shoulder with the shove and John instantly seizes on the opportunity. As I catch my balance he steps forward bringing his crotch in line with my face. "Vicki said you couldn't wait to get started she was certainly right." "Vicki?" I questioned. "Her close friends are allowed to call her that, her employees and subjects must address her by Victoria. What are you waiting for?" Nervously I unzipped his trousers. I hurriedly tried to get this over with, before any neighbours might happen by. It was dark enough that you really couldn't see the porch well from the street. His belt came loose easily and I had his pants down quickly and his cock in my hand. He was not hard and I stroked him as fast as I could trying desperately to raise him. Slowly he started to become erect and I slid his enlarging manhood into my mouth. Working feverishly to bring him to completion he started to moan getting louder and louder as my intensity increased. Suddenly the porch light came on and we were a spectacle for the entire neighbourhood. After a couple minutes he came, erupting in the back of my throat. I swallowed his juices and he helped me to my feet. "Vicki's right," he stated, "she has a real winner here and the night's just starting." He lead me to his car where I performed again on the trip to his house. By the time we reached his house I was feeling dizzy and disoriented, the same feeling that had come over me the night before. The next few hours were a blur as I remember very little. Things were starting to come back into focus as we pulled into the drive my head buried into his lap for the untold time of the night. I finished what little he had left and went into the house. There I was met by Victoria and Denise, "give me the $100.00". Oh my god in all the disarray I had forgotten. "I forgot to get the money," I meekly said knowing there would be a price to pay. "You fool," spat Denise. "You'll pay dearly for this," added Victoria. "Lets go." With that they pulled me out and into their car. We drove to the red light district of the city. "I set you up with any easy nights pay and you screw it up. Now you can see what it's like to really have to earn it. Get out and don't come back until you have the $100.00 you owe me." The car screeched off as I shut the door. I am more afraid than at any time in my entire life. I am alone without money in the roughest part of the city. My fears run from being killed, to raped, to being arrested. The alternative being a few quick blowjobs sounded absolutely divine. It was late and I didn't want to be here when the sun came up. Gathering the nerve I flagged down a few cars. Most were not interested in a TV. Finally a black man stopped and showed interest. He was only willing to pay $15.00. By now I was starting to beg. "I need $100.00 and I need it within the next couple of hours," I pleaded. "I know where there is a party and you may be able to make that kind of money, but I need to know if you're any good. I can't be taking you down there and charging for your services if you ain't any damn good. If you want to prove your self on this then I may be able to help." He had his cock out in his hand looking at me and then down at his hardening penis. It was quite large and growing as I slid into the front seat and down between his legs. He was obviously satisfied, as we arrived at the party before I had finished. The party consisted of ten men playing cards and shooting dice in the back of an old grocery store. They were quite amused by the sight of me. I was highly recommended by my driver, but the consensus was that they weren't paying for my services. There were a few interested individuals but I wouldn't earn the $100.00 I needed. Finally after much debate they agreed to pool their resources and pay the $100.00 I had asked for. In return I would be required to provide blowjobs to the entire ten men plus the driver that had brought me. I was not in any bargaining position. "Who's first?" With the promise of another blow job I was promised a ride home. I gave the driver directions and buried my head into his lap hoping that I could make it home before light. Moments later he came into my mouth, I swallowed as the car stopped. I sat up looking around, I was disoriented. The door opened and I was suddenly pushed out onto the street, the car speeding off into the distance. Dishevelled I walked aimlessly along the road when a car passed slowly then stopped. It backed up and the window rolled down. "Have you got my $100.00 asked the passenger?" "Oh yes," I screamed. "Have you learned your lesson?" "Yes I have." "Do you want to work for me or should we put you out on the streets to try and make a living as this little slut you are?" "I'll work for you," I pleaded. "Are you sure"? "Yes." "OK, then get in." Once again I was cleaned up and put to bed. The foreboding words echoing in my head. "Sleep tight and get a good nights rest for we have another fun filled day planned". Part 3 I awoke to the same scenario, a shower and a note with my instructions on what outfit I was to wear. The ringing of the phone brought me back to reality, it was Sunday and my guess was that the call was from Steve. We had a standing golf date with two other employees every Sunday and he was probably calling for confirmation. The four of us played at a small club on the outskirts of town around 1:00 PM every Sunday. None of us being proficient golfers this was perfect. It was not a popular place to play and by Sunday afternoon it was virtually deserted and we could play at our own pace. I contemplated answering while searching for an appropriate excuse when the phone stopped ringing. I wondered if the call was from Steve or someone else. I would need to contact Steve before he arrived unannounced to pick me up. Picking up the phone I dialled his number, the line went dead. Again I dialled the number only to have it go dead once again. I spun around shocked by the laughter coming from behind me. "Oh dear," Victoria chuckled, "don't worry about your golf date I cancelled that for you. Steve was very understanding," she continued. I wondered about their conversation but I knew not to question her motive or methods. My instructions were provided and my makeup applied. However this time I was made to apply it with their help and instructions. My day would consist of two outings, one in the afternoon followed by a second date for the evening. I was to make all the arrangements and they would check back with me in the morning. The first date went by quickly and I found myself actually enjoying myself and looking forward to my evening date. It too seemed to pass quickly and I found myself actually disappointed at evenings end. It had not occurred to me that the disorientation and nausea that I had encountered before did not accompany today's events as I dosed off to sleep. There was a lot of things going on about me that I was not aware of, as I slept soundly that night. Denise was a professional trained in mind manipulation. The nausea that I had felt was the effect of a drug that had been administered to me as a topical lotion applied to the penis's of the men I had been servicing. This drug had two effects. The first and most important was lowering my resistance and allowing my mind to be easily manipulated. The second effect caused a very mild dependency or craving. While I slept my mind was altered and bombarded by a tape loop that was played repeatedly convincing me of my need for cock. I would lust after this and do anything to quench this need. I was being conditioned that my very survival depended on this. Denise had found me a very willing and compliant subject and started withdrawing the drugs immediately. That explained the lack of nausea I encountered Sunday. Waking Monday I found my instructions and showered. Usually there was an outfit laid out for me, I looked around and found nothing. Opening a drawer in my dresser I found all my underwear replaced with sexy lingerie. As I rifled through the other drawers everything was replaced. I ran to the closet. Where business suits, dress shirts and ties had hung there were now dresses, gowns, skirts and blouses. I heard voices coming up the stairs and know it had to be Victoria and Denise. "Look, enough already. I have a job to report to. You have had your fun so let's end this charade," I blurt out. "You're not in much of a bargaining position are you." Denise pointed out. "You need to call your office and take the week off. Make up what ever excuse you deem appropriate. We are going to continue this for the next week. I believe that you actually like this and don't really want to go back to that old boring office job. If by next Sunday you decide that you want to return to your previous life, we will return everything back to what it was last Friday. I don't think you can do that, you like cock way too much to give it up". It was a very scary and sobering thought but I knew that she might be right and the fear raced through my head as I dialled the office on her cell phone. The week was a blur of activity. The mornings consisted of make up lessons, training in feminine mannerisms and sexual prowess. Afternoons and evenings were filled with "dates" normally three a day. The week flew by and my day of decision quickly descended upon me. Friday came and I returned home after my feminine lessons to await the phone calls from my "dates". I waited anxiously by the phone anticipating its ringing. As the day progressed and there were no calls, I started to grow anxious and despondent. I picked up the phone making certain it was still working. The line sprang to life, the phone had been configured to allow incoming calls but to restrict outgoing. I was becoming desperate, I wanted the phone to ring and was eagerly anticipating my next encounter. It suddenly occurred to me how much I wanted this and found myself disgusted. I looked at myself much as a craved drug addict, with my drug craving being for cock. The thoughts kept pounding in my head. I was becoming desperate for a hard cock, to caress, to fondle and slide into my eagerly awaiting lips. It was becoming an obsession, the only thing occupying my thought process. I had always been a very strong willed individual and resolved myself to the fact that I would exercise these thoughts from my mind. It had been less than 18 hours since my last encounter and found it unbelievable that my urges could be this strong. I set about staying busy to occupy my mind, finally setting to bed at 11:00 PM. Saturday morning I woke, showered and dressed per Victoria's instructions from the previous day. My outfit was a conservative white dress, very understated from my usual attire and I wondered what was in store. I immediately started on house work and laundry to keep my mind occupied and away from the thoughts that kept creeping in. At 11:00 Victoria and Denise arrived. "Tomorrow is your big decision day. So we have arranged for a little test of your will power today," they cheerfully announced. "come on were going to lunch, its your choice." As we drive my mind searches frantically for a secluded location offering me the least chance of being recognized. I finally settle on a small, quiet Italian restaurant in the western suburbs. It is a beautiful sunny day as we are seated outside at a small table. The place caters mainly to business lunches and evening meals with Saturday lunches being very slow. My choice had been successful as the place is probably half full. We order and start to eat when the talk suddenly turns to a gentleman seated alone at a table across the room. Victoria mentions how attractive he is followed by Denise's observations. Their conversation quickly evolves into innuendoes of his penis size and sexual prowess. I am becoming uneasy with the conversation as it is stimulating my desires and needs. I concentrate on other thoughts and my meal, desperately trying to ignore the ongoing banter of these two women. They are acutely aware of my circumstance and revel in my dilemma. "Oh Dyanne, my dear, what do you think of the gentleman over there?" Victoria asked, giggling like a school girl. "Bet he's hung like a horse, don't you think?" adds Denise laughing loudly. Her voice has drawn the attention of a couple seated two tables away and they glance over disgustingly. The thoughts and desires that I had so successfully kept from my conscious suddenly come rushing back. I not only needed this encounter, but I found myself wanting it and willing to do almost anything to achieve it. As I struggled trying desperately to fight back these desires they kept up their teasing onslaught of innuendoes. "Wouldn't you like a nice hard cock to suck on right now? If you ask him real nice I bet he'll probably accommodate you. Maybe just go over and sit down beside him, say hi while you slowly run your hand over his crotch. You know you want it you little slut. Just go on over and introduce yourself." In all the commotion and noise we had drawn his attention. He glances over smiling. "Go ahead," Victoria encourages, "he's looking over here at you. "Just look at that bulge in his pants", Denise chuckles. They know that they are driving my crazy and continue their torture. I do not want to succumb but I can't hold out any longer. My mind searches for something to say as I saunter across the courtyard. "Hi," is the only thing I can think of as I sit down beside him. I slide my chair over close, cross my legs in a feminine gesture and proceed to run my hand up his leg and onto his crotch. His cock is already enlarging and as I look into his eyes I see him smiling with anticipation. "I need you so badly. Can we go someplace private?" Before he has an opportunity to answer I feel a hand on my arm pulling me out of my chair. "Please excuse her. I hope she didn't offend you but she's this little slut that we can't take anywhere without her embarrassing us. Again we offer you our apologies." As they drag me back to the car I was so disappointed. I realized the game they were playing by teasing me with the forbidden fruit then withdrawing it from me. But what was their point and when would this game end. As I'm dropped off at my house Denise advises me. "Tomorrow is your big day of decision but based on today's performance I don't see any way you want to go back to that old boring life. What do you think dear?" "Now don't be sneaking out tonight in search of some cock you little slut. If you have any thoughts of going back to your old life you're going to have to give that fun up," chuckles Victoria. Sunday I awoke early. After showering and putting on my make up Denise and Victoria arrived. They have brought my outfit for the day and I immediately recognize it as the sexy white dress I had worn on my first night with them. "Oh you remember your debutante outfit don't you. We thought that today will be your real coming out party and you should wear it again." After dressing they carefully checked me over approving every detail. We then left the house without any information for the day's events. I knew that they would have something special planned but I had no idea how devious they could actually become. Driving out of town the suspense was killing me but I was refusing to ask what adventure they had planned. They could tell that it was bothering me and the silence in the car heightened the tension. We turned off the interstate and a wave of fear washed over me. We were heading towards the golf club. I couldn't stand it any more. "Where are you taking me"? Laughing profusely they responded in unison, "golfing of course, it's Sunday." "Please not there," I begged. "Oh yes my dear," giggles Victoria, "let's see how much will power you have. There is nothing planned or pre-arranged. We will arrive at the clubhouse and go in for a drink. Your friends have been invited to the bar. They know absolutely nothing. They are to order drinks at the bar and then take a seat. After finishing their drinks they are to proceed with the golf outing. They are not to approach anyone or start any conversations. They can engage in conversations started by others. If they do as instructed they will be rewarded handsomely." Again they both giggled like school girls. It was 12:45 as we entered they clubhouse, fifteen minutes before our usual tee time. We took seats at a table and Denise walked to the bar. Moments later she returned handing me a drink. "Have fun, we'll be back later to check on you," and they rose leaving me siting there alone. Moments later my coworkers entered walking to the bar. I looked away hoping that they wouldn't notice me. Staring out the window I found myself starting to think about them, in terms I'd never dreamed of. Time seemed to stand still and I found myself desiring them. The urges came rushing across me and I thought of Denise and Victoria sitting out in their car laughing hysterically. I vacillated back and forth. One part of me wanted to shut this out and return to my former life, yet a large part wanted to proceed with these desires. I was pulled back and forth. What I wanted and what I felt was right, were at odds, and it was becoming increasingly apparent that what I wanted was going to win out. I now worried that they may be finishing their drinks before I made a decision. I glanced quickly at the bar to see how they were faring. Steve caught my glance and we made eye contact. I could tell that he made a recognition but couldn't place me, dressed as I was. It was now the point of no return as I rose and started across the room towards 6 desiring eyes. "Hi boys mind if I play along?" I asked teasingly feeling every bit the slut that I had become. I already had my hand in Steve's pants, "don't ask, just let me please you. I'll explain things as we go". By the time we reached the first tee box my head was buried in Steve's lap. We were quite a site on the course. I had made my way through the threesome before we reached the second green and made the rounds with each three more times. I had never enjoyed golf so much in my entire life. After the round Steve drove me home where he spent the night while I enjoyed myself two more time making up for the lost opportunities of the previous two days. As he left for work in the morning the phone rang. "Good morning gorgeous I see you've made your decision. It's time to go to work Hon."