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Chapter 33
A special delivery package was brought to the office addressed to Brenda
Watson, and she knew what it would be, her costume for the evening.
Brenda wondered what she would be wearing. Brenda liked to dress nicely,
with class, not like some oversexed bimbo on the make but she had a
feeling Melissa was going to make her do just that.
Brenda opened the box and her worse fears came true. Melissa couldn't
even be original and was going to have her wear a little black dress with
the emphasis on little. Maybe this should be called slut wear Brenda
thought with a giggle. The shoes weren't much better, one look and CFM
came to mind. Melissa had even included the lingerie. If this was the
look Melissa wanted then that was the look she would get, but it might
take more than a few minutes to do.
"Melissa, where am I to met your client and at what time?" Brenda asked.
"At his hotel around seven," she answered.
"I'm going to need some time to get ready. I have someone that can do my
makeup for me but I'll have to leave now so I can be ready in time."
"This is important so you can go, just be nice to my client. His name is
Preston Kurtz and we do a lot of business with him."
"I won't let you down Melissa."
Brenda returned to her desk and called Ashley.
"Hello," Ashley said into the phone.
"Ashley, hi, its Brenda, I need a big favor, I have a date tonight and
need my hair and makeup done, can you help me?"
"Of course I can, you know my address can you come now?"
"I'll be right there."
Brenda arrived at Ashley's apartment and was buzzed in. Ashley opened her
door and the two embraced.
"Tell me what you are doing tonight so I have an idea of what to do with
you hair?" Ashley asked.
"I have to go out with a client of Melissa's. Let me show you the dress
I'm supposed to wear and then you'll see what I need," Brenda said.
Brenda opened the box and held the dress up for Ashley to see.
"Oh, slut wear, just exactly what does she want you to do with this
client, get him in bed or just look like a whore for him?" Ashley said,
in disgust.
"There's no way he's going to get me in bed and I don't want to look like
a whore, what can we do?"
"I'll protect you Brenda, you'll just look sexy as hell when I'm done,
let's get you in the shower and wash your hair, I have a lot to do."
Brenda showered and dried off her body. She put on the lacy black thong
panties Melissa had been kind enough to include with the dress and joined
Ashley in the kitchen.
"Your hair has grown since the last time I saw you, I can do more with it
now. I have to trim a few split ends and then I can set it, you're going
to look hot tonight."
"Ashley, looking hot is the farthest thing from my mind. Actually looking
like a nerd was more of what I had in mind," Brenda giggled nervously.
Ashley finished setting Brenda's hair and started on her makeup.
"Let me do your nails first. They're going to take longer to do than your
makeup. I want your hands to be as pretty as your face."
"Ashley, please. Don't over do it. I don't want this guy to get the wrong
idea. When he sees me I want him to think I'm like ice."
"Oh you will be, fire on ice," Ashley giggled.
Ashley did both Brenda's feet and hands with red polish. The color would
contrast nicely with the black dress and sandals she was to wear.
"I'm going to give your eyes a smoky look, you know the look that
Victoria's Secret model had, so watch what I do so you can do it
yourself," Ashley said.
Ashley finished Brenda's eyes and put on red lipstick and gloss so her
lips would shine.
Brenda rolled her sheer nude panty hose up her legs and then lowered her
dress down over her head. The dress stopped several inches above mid
thigh and the top was cut low enough to expose her cleavage to well below
her breasts. She sat and looked at the sandals Melissa had sent for her
to wear, the heels were almost five inches tall. There were two long
straps attached to the back of the shoes and Brenda was at a loss as to
what they were for.
"Ashley, what are these straps for?" she asked.
"They wrap around your calf to hold your sandals on, they're very sexy,"
Ashley said.
"Could you show me please?" Brenda asked.
Ashley slid the sandals on Brenda's feet and wrapped the straps around
her calf and attached the straps together just below her knees..
"There, all done, time to take a look at yourself princess," Ashley said.
Brenda stood and almost fell because of the height of her heels, this
might take some getting used to she thought. She slowly walked to the
full length mirror and looked at herself.
"Oh my God Ashley, what have you done, I'll be raped if someone sees me
looking like this," Brenda exclaimed.
"Don't you like it?"
"God yes I like it, I look so, so hot. Just wearing this is making me
want a man, what am I going to do Ashley?"
"What ever you want, you're the woman in charge."
"I feel like I'm naked wearing this, it's such a turn on, what if my date
wants to have sex, what should I do?"
"Have sex if you want or don't, you're the woman. Have you had sex with a
man yet?" Ashley asked.
"Once," Brenda blushed as she answered.
"What did you do?"
"I did it with my mouth."
"Was it hard for you to do?"
"Not really, Danny instructed me and I did what he said to do, I really
didn't do much Danny just moved my head up and down."
"Did it bother you when he was finished?"
"A little, why?"
"Because the first time is the hardest but after you've done it once the
more you do it the easier it is. It doesn't bother me at all anymore, if
I feel like doing it I do it and if I don't want to I don't. For me its
no different than a girl going to bed and spreading her legs except that
I do it with my mouth. Tell me how you felt after you did it?"
" I didn't know what to do when he came in my mouth so I spit it out onto
the street. I felt ashamed of myself for letting Danny seduce me so
easily and for what I had done."
"Did you feel at all happy that you had cleared that hurdle so to speak?"
"Now that you mention it I did after I thought about it for a while."
"And I guess you discovered that those things don't bite. I'll be honest
with you Brenda the more of a woman I have become the more I like doing
that, it's my way of having sex with a man. Most guys don't know I still
have my boy bits so having them screw me is out of the question. Brenda
you still have some male thoughts in your head and when you see yourself
dressed like this the first thing you think of is sex and your female
self wants to please the male thought. This is the most dangerous time
for a girl like you, you want to be a woman but your brain says to be a
slut for the male thoughts. The longer you remain this way the more you
will think like a woman and react to sex like a woman. When that happens
you will look at yourself dressed like this and wonder if your date will
be pleased and not how fast I can get him in bed."
"I'll try to be good Ashley, really I will."
"Look Brenda, I'm not saying not to have fun just be careful and if you
want to have sex go ahead and do it. You'll find it really is enjoyable
when you are in control and you do what you want, not what the man wants
to do to your head."
"I'll remember that, thanks."
"I'll call a cab for you, where are you going?"
"To the St. Regis. Everything is taking place there, dinner and show and
the guy has a room there so at least I don't have to go outside looking
like this. Do you have a jacket I can borrow to get to the cab?"
"I have one that will be perfect, at least your boobs will be covered,
your legs are on their own," Ashley giggled.
The cab arrived and Brenda left with a promise to take good care of
Ashley's jacket.
Brenda knew her dress was short but after sitting down in the back of the
cab she realized just how short it was, her entire leg was exposed and
the driver was taking full advantage of the view. The taxi arrived at the
hotel and the doorman opened the door for Brenda. When she swung her legs
out he was greeted with a view he wouldn't soon forget. He took Brenda's
hand and helped her to her feet after spotting the incredibly tall heels.
"Thank you," she said.
"It was my pleasure miss," he replied.
Brenda clicked her way into the hotel and asked the desk clerk for
Preston's room number.
The clerk phoned his room to inquire as to whether he was expecting a
guest.
"He's expecting you miss, he's in room 1740," the clerk said.
Brenda could feel the distain in the clerk's eyes and realized that they
thought she was a whore, so this is how a sexy girl feels she thought.
Brenda rode the elevator to the seventeenth floor, walked to Preston's
room and knocked on the door.
The door opened and a middle aged man smiled at Brenda. It was the smile
of a wolf looking at a sheep before a meal.
"Hello, I'm Brenda Watson," she said, offering her hand.
"I'm pleased to meet you, I'm Preston Kurtz. I must say Melissa wasn't
kidding when she said I would be pleased with you, you're a doll," he
said.
"Thank you Mr. Kurtz."
"Call me Preston, may I get you something to drink before we go?"
"No thank you, Preston, I'm fine."
Preston surveyed the beauty standing in front of him, Melissa finally
sent a girl that wasn't taller than him and this one had curves. All the
other girls had been ex-models and would stand as tall as him without the
impossibly high heels they wore and they didn't have much in the figure
department. Their faces were pretty but their figures lacked what
Brenda's offered, nice sized breasts, a curvy ass and drop dead gorgeous
legs. Preston had never been turned on by the other girls, but Brenda was
different, and he might have to make an exception about sex with this
one.
"We might as well be going then, shall we?" he said as he extended his
arm.
Brenda knew what was expected and placed her hand on his arm as they
walked to the elevator. Holding his arm really didn't bother her because
it helped steady her as she walked on the tottering stilts that made her
legs look so good. They were soon seated at a table with five other
couples waiting for a convention dinner. Introductions were made around
the table and Brenda couldn't help but feel the stares from both the men
and women, the men out of lust and the women from hate, she felt like
crawling under the table.
Dinner was served and Preston tried to make Brenda feel more at ease and
she was starting to enjoy his company. Preston was a salesman before he
became the national sales manager for the firm he worked for and had the
reputation of being able to sell ice to an Eskimo in winter. Brenda
finally paid attention to Preston and ignored the other guests at the
table figuring that this was part of the business of being an escort, the
only person that was important was the client and the rest could go to
hell as far as she was concerned.
Dinner was finished and the show began. It was a combination of second
tier talent and short business speeches and lasted for two hours. Brenda
wondered why people would bother to go to these things without a gun held
to their heads.
"Preston, why do people come to these things, they're terrible?" she
asked.
"Several reasons Brenda, one is to be able to go to a city like this and
enjoy yourself and use it as a tax deduction and secondly to meet a girl
like you. It's an opportunity for married guys to get away from their
wives and have a little tryst."
"Why Preston, that's not nice," Brenda said with a giggle and reached for
his hand.
"The show's over would you like to go have a drink or should we go to my
room and have one there?" Preston asked.
Brenda thought of how the evening had gone and the stares she had
received and decided she would rather go where she wouldn't be seen.
"I'd rather go to your room, it's quieter there," Brenda said.
Preston escorted Brenda from the room with the men not believing his
incredible luck to be with this girl. Preston was an average looking man
of fifty years and looked all of those fifty years. He had a little
paunch to show from years of business lunches and there was nothing
especially good looking about him, he was just average and yet here he
was, holding hands with the most desirable woman in the room. Eyes
followed their every move, actually Brenda's every move hoping that her
breasts might fall from her dress or her panties would be exposed with
every movement of her legs, Brenda was definitely a walking wet dream.
Preston opened the door to his room and escorted Brenda in and locked the
security lock.
"Have a seat Brenda," he said pointing to the sofa. "I'll get something
for us to drink, what would you like?"
"I'll have anything with vodka," she replied.
Preston poured a individual bottle of vodka into a glass of ice and added
orange juice and brought it to Brenda.
"Here you are, vitamin C with a kick," he laughed.
Brenda liked Preston. He was very funny and made her feel at ease with
him. She knew Melissa had mentioned no sex and she was happy with that
but she also knew he must have spent a lot of money to date her and after
the initial impression when she met him she wondered if he was going to
want to get his monies worth, time would tell.
Preston sat next to Brenda and started to talk about this and that, all
the typical sales bullshit and Brenda listened intently and was soon
caught up into what he was saying, he had talked her into having sex and
she was agreeing with him that she should do it with him, it truly was an
ice to the Eskimo thing.
He leaned and kissed Brenda on the lips and his tongue soon penetrated
her lips. His hands had easy access to her breasts and were soon inside
her dress fondling her nipples. As the fire rose inside of her, Brenda
thought about what Ashley had said, the first time was the hardest and
after that it was easy just do it when you want
Brenda was feeling hot at this moment and felt Preston take her hand and
placed it on his tented pants, he was hard and wanted her to take his
erection in her hand. She took it and gave it a squeeze and she knew if
she continued she would be the whore that came into the hotel.
"Get on the bed," she whispered.
Preston went to the bed and Brenda undid his pants and underwear and
pulled them down enough to allow his erection to spring free. She took it
back into her hand and slowly pumped it.
"Oh God Brenda that feels so good," he said.
Brenda laid down in the bed next to him and took his hand and placed it
on her breast.
"Rub me," she said.
Preston rubbed Brenda's breast and then she took him in her mouth, she
was doing the work. She felt the tip and let it slide to the back of her
throat and caressed the shaft with her tongue. She pulled it out slowly
and then let it slide back in as she made love to the penis. Ashley was
right, doing it her way was wonderful and it felt good doing this, it was
incredibly erotic. She felt Preston grow tense grabbing her breast with
intensity, which made her love his member that much more and then she
felt him flow into her mouth. She loved the way she felt as the slickness
filled her mouth, she sucked for the first time, she wanted this thing in
her mouth and she wanted to please it.
It finished spurting the liquid and Brenda pulled the penis from her
mouth and went to the bathroom to spit the liquid from her mouth into the
sink. Spitting the cum from her mouth woke a new feeling in Brenda,
disgust. How could she have let the salesman talk her into giving him a
blowjob, that's what it was, a blowjob, not orally satisfying the man but
a blowjob, something a whore gives a man she doesn't even know, for
payment. Brenda filled a glass with water and tried to wash away the
disgusting taste in her mouth. As the taste lingered it brought to bare
what she had just done, prostituted herself. She wanted to cry.
"I have to go," she said when she re-entered the room.
"You were fantastic Brenda, I'd like to see you again when I come to
town," Preston said.
Seeing Preston again was the farthest thing from Brenda's mind at this
moment, she just wanted to get out of here. How should I respond to that
Brenda wondered, he thinks I'm a whore and he's a client and if I don't
say the right thing Melissa won't trust me to re-supply me with drugs.
"You were wonderful too Preston, the best I've ever had," she said with a
smile.
"I left a tip in your purse for you, you were worth every penny of it,"
he said.
That statement really hit home with Brenda, she was now a paid prostitute
and like it or not Melissa would think of her as one, how could I have
let this get so far out of hand she wondered.
"Thank you so much Preston, give me a hug so I can go," she said.
Preston rose from the bed and Brenda gave him a hug. I can't believe I'm
doing this right now, hugging a man with his pants and underwear around
his ankles and a deflated penis hanging free below his shirt, this is a
picture my mother would love to see.
Brenda grabbed her purse and was soon out the door. She walked to the
elevator, which deposited her in the lobby. Her heels clicked on the
marble floor until she reached the carpet but the noise had caused people
to look at her. She was still beautiful to look at and she received her
stares, except she thought everyone knew what she had just done, she felt
ashamed.
Brenda found a taxi and entered, she felt cheap and looked it too. Brenda
gave the driver her address and they were off.
Brenda opened her purse and removed the wad of bills. She counted it and
found that her tip was one thousand dollars. Brenda hadn't noticed the
driver watching her.
"Good night tonight, honey?" he asked.
"Mind your own business," Brenda answered, she wasn't in any mood to
listen to some crap from the driver.
"You know I get lots of requests for girls like you, if you work with me
I could hook you up with some real money," he said.
"You don't know anything about a girl like me so why don't you just shut
up and drive," she responded.
"Suit yourself, I'm just trying to help you out sweetie," he said.
"You're trying to help yourself out and I'm not your sweetie."
Brenda arrived at her apartment and exited the cab, throwing the faire on
the front seat of the cab, she was in no mood to make nice with the
driver.
Brenda entered her apartment and thanked heaven that Annie hadn't seen
the way she was dressed. She removed the dress and heels and washed her
face clean of any makeup. Her skin was clean and soft, she was a pretty
girl even without makeup on, but when she looked at herself in the
mirror, she saw her reflection and felt dirty. Her eyes began to fill
with tears and the dam broke, she was no longer a sweet girl, she was a
whore and felt nothing but distain for herself. How could she have done
such a stupid thing she wondered as she fell on her bed and cried until
she found the world of sleep.
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