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Hi, I'm O2BeLISA. CHERRY is a sequel to THE VOLUNTEER. If you haven't
read The Volunteer then none of the characters in this story will be
recognizable and the story, by itself, won't make any sense. So please
read the prequel first which is just how things in the world should be.
CHERRY
I, like, really truly love this section of town. Everyone says I have
the best corner but it wasn't always the best one; it is now, sweetie,
because it's where I work and I'm everyone's favorite! Of course the
street has plenty of traffic, guys going home from working late, guys
looking for a little action, teenage boys without any money but always
willing to yell out the windows of their cars to let me and the other
girls know that we are appreciated. The other girls think they're being
nasty but I think they're just being boys! Anyway, it's a run down
part
of town but there are a few trees along the street so when it rains we
can huddle under them. We still get a little wet but, still, that means
we won't miss the chance of being picked up by a customer who would
otherwise see nothing but an empty street. There's a caf? a half block
away where Rashon can go when it rains and, by taking a table by the
window, he can still keep an eye on us to make sure no one slacks off
due to a little inconvenient downpour.
But it was a lovely night. Warm but with a nice breeze and plenty of
stars in the sky. A yummy night! I hadn't been out on the street for
more than an hour, and had only turned two tricks, when Abbey showed up.
Her being here was unusual for she usually comes to my trailer so that
I
can recount the evening I had spent, that is, tell her what I had done
and with exactly how many men. "Were they rough men? Demanding men?
Tell me more about them," she'd say. She got off on hearing my stories
and I had learned not to leave out any details. More than once she had
cum with her hand in her panties just listening to me.
However, as I thought about it, I hadn't seen her for a few weeks. I
should have wondered why I hadn't seen her but I'm so ditzy these days
that I forget.
As she got closer, I saw that she was dressed in a short skirt,
scrumptious high heels, maybe 4-inch, and a top that barely covered her
nice tits. I also saw that Rashon was close behind her.
"What's going on?" I asked, hugging her. I mean, she's my very best
friend!
"You won't believe it," she said.
"Believe what?" I asked.
"The clinic closed. It was shut down I should say."
"Are you kidding?"
"Gross ethics violations. The state closed us down and froze all our
assets. We're broke, all of us. That's why I'm out here. I have rent
to pay."
I wanted to hear absolutely everything but a car had just pulled up to
the curb and I ran over to it as fast as I can run in 6-inch heels. I
put my head in the window and asked the man if he wanted a date.
"A nice blow-job will do," he said.
"I'm your girl," I answered, opening the door and getting in. "Drive
around the corner, its dark there." When he had parked, I helped pull
down his pants and had him in my mouth before he could say, "How much?"
I give the best blow-jobs on the street; they're so good that no one
has
ever decided not to pay me. As my mouth was sliding down his cock I
began to remember the time when I possessed a cock just like the one I
was making love to. Mine had been about the same size and shape, and
I'm just sentimental enough that I wanted to want to keep this one in my
mouth all night. But I'm a practical girl, a little money-maker, so I
began using a few of my large repertory of tricks to get him off
quickly.
My own cock had been cut off, of course. That sounds really truly gross
but it isn't. I mean, do you miss your appendix? Think about all the
things I can do now that I couldn't do before. Like wear pink lipstick!
I just like that color best. Pink! Pink! Pink! I have full lips,
high cheek bones, and a cute little nose, all courtesy of Meredith's
artistry. There's nothing left of my boy face. I'm beautiful! I wear
five and six inch heels, nothing even a tiny millimeter shorter, and
they are almost always clear Lucite platform scandals. You like? I
wear skirts so short that my ass cheeks peek out, but that's only when
I'm not being careful how I walk. Of course I always try to be careful
how I walk because what girl would want her ass cheeks peeking out?
Embarrassing! My tops are always peek-a-boo bustiers, or sheer lacy
camis, which give my tits about as much exposure as they can get and
still be covered. I call them my "sillies". That short for silicone.
Get it? I remember getting them. I was wheeled back into the surgery
strapped to a gurney with Abbey walking at my side. She was teasing me
by holding out the top of my hospital gown in a pantomime of how my
chest would look when Meredith was though with me. She had stuffed a
pair of her panties in my mouth to keep me quiet but Meredith scolded
her, saying, "Oh, let him scream. He'll be under anesthetic in a
minute."
Although my transformation was good, very good, what the clinic hadn't
been able to do was to rid me of all my memories as a former male.
Don't get me wrong, I love sucking cock. I would do it for free it's
just that I get to do it and also make a living. Doesn't that make you,
dear reader, about as jealous as you can get? Anyway, I do remember
being tricked into having my transformation. I remember struggling
against it for a couple of months until I finally realized that I loved
what was happening to me. They said that I would grow to love it but I
hadn't believed them. And now here I am with a cock about to spurt off
into my open and willing mouth. "Open mouth" is just an expression for
my mouth was anything but open. My lips were tightly sealed around his
shaft. If my lips weren't lubricated with a truly, like, generous
amount of lipstick then they wouldn't be able to so rapidly slide up and
down and up and down, so tightly do I attach myself.
When my date dropped me back at the corner where he picked me up, I saw
Abbey strutting along trying to attract a passing car. It was a slow
night so I wished her well but I wouldn't hesitate to try to steal away
the next man who stopped his car. She should know better than anyone
that if I don't get enough cock I become very depressed and upset. Cock
deprived. Still, on most nights there would be more than enough men to
go around.
"Tell me more," I said, when I rejoined her.
"The medical establishment reacted very badly to your transformation.
We published dozens of long articles. You remember how many pictures we
took of you? I think the establishment was just jealous with what we
accomplished. Anyway, what they said was that the photos of you showed
that you hadn't been a willing participant."
"Well, I wasn't," I said. Then I smiled and said, "But now of course I
wouldn't trade this life for any other. The cock I want to have isn't
the one that used to be between my legs, it's the one I stuff in my
mouth or let slide into my cooze. Preferably both!"
"We really did a job on you, didn't we?"
"I can't thank you enough. I mean it." And I really do. I wouldn't go
back if it were possible. "You didn't use any of the photos that had my
hands tied behind my back, did you?"
"We had to. The early pictures were essential to our story. That was
when you were changing the most rapidly. And for a while it was
impossible to work on you unless you were restrained. What the medical
establishment and the State's Attorney General didn't accept was that I
had your Power of Attorney so keeping you tied up, when necessary, was
simply allowing us to accomplish what you agreed to in the contract."
"I think it's all very funny!"
"But all the later photos showed how eagerly you accepted things so I
don't know what all the fuss was about."
"So, what about the other girls? They must have rent to pay, too?"
"Every one of us had taken out loans to keep the project going through
the six months it took. We assumed that once we published our results -
and the results were stunning -- there would be enough unhappy wives,
girlfriends, and mothers who would pay to have bad-boy husbands,
boyfriends, and sons transformed. We expected to end up rich. And
famous because of our important pioneering work. Boy were we wrong..."
"OMG!"
"We wanted to rewrite the science of gender identification."
"Cool!"
"We're going to have a ton of legal expenses going forward. So, the
other girls don't have a choice but to work for Rashon, too."
"Candace, Lauren, Dominica, Meredith and Shannon? All my BFFs?"
"All of us. None of us has a dime and we're persona non grata
everywhere in our own fields. I think some of the girls hope to return
to their old jobs but I don't think that will be possible. At least not
for a few years. Rashon heard about our problems and he suggested that
we work for him, which will give us money until we know how to get past
this."
"The others are going to be out here tonight, too?"
"They're on their way."
"Awesome!" I giggled. "This is going to be fun!"
A man, walking down the street, walked past us and I quickly caught up
with him. How dare he walk past me without stopping! I mean, where is
he going to find bigger tits than mine? I made a show of lifting them
up and then I dropped them so they would flop around in my teeny thin
top. That made him laugh so I asked him if he wanted a date.
"I don't have much time," he said. "I have to be someplace."
"What would you like to do to me?" I asked.
"I'd like to screw you doggy style," he said. "If I had time."
"There's an alley just feet from here," I told him. "There's a car
parked there and I can lean over the hood. Won't take me but a second
to slip out of my panties."
He laughed again. "My, my, you are the little whore, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am, kind sir. But you'll find that not all of me is little!"
"Ok, let's do it. By the way I like your tattoo." He was looking at
the one on my left tit.
"Thanks. It's a mariposa!"
"What's that?"
"It means butterfly in Spanish. One of my customers told me that.
Isn't mariposa just the absopositively best new word you've ever heard?"
I took him by the hand and led him into the alley and up to the car.
"Look how fast I am," I said, turning around, lifting up my short skirt
and lowering my panties to my knees so he could get a good look at my
creamy large ass. How Meredith had made it so large and round I don't
know. But she's a genius! My old skinny boy's ass would have never
worked well in a situation like this. I heard him zip down his fly so I
leaned onto the hood of the car, legs spread wide, and a second later
he
had entered me. He pumped away and I moaned from pleasure. Most of my
johns think I fake the moaning but let me tell you I couldn't stop
moaning if you paid me. Funny isn't it? I was going to be paid. Every
boy in the world should get to be transformed, I thought. Then I
thought, Oh! No! if that happened who would be left to hire me?
This time when I returned to my corner Candace, Meredith, Lauren and
Dominica were there. Rashon was waving his arms in that way he does
when he's explaining things. When they saw me the six of us girls did a
group hug.
"Let me look at you," Candace said.
I took a step back and did a little curtsey. That made my "sillies"
bounce but then everything I do make them bounce.
"Let me look at you girls, too," I said. They were wearing really
really cool slutty clothes in bright colors and shinny fabrics. They
wore lots of jewelry and stiletto heels. I knew that under their short
skirts they were wearing the tiniest thongs money can buy. When I asked
them where they had bought everything they said the clothes had come
from Rashon. Rashon tries to come across as nice but he's a pimp so
when it comes to money he's a bastard. It will take the girls some time
to pay off the cost of the clothes since Rashon charges like a lot of
interest.
Then I noticed that the other three girls who work for Rashon weren't
there and I didn't think all three could be with dates. When I asked
Rashon about them he said, "I moved them a block over. I figure that
you know each other well enough to work as a team. If you put all your
talents together there shouldn't be any reason for any man to go
anywhere else. Cherry, I know that may mean a few less tricks for you
but for the good of the group keep your panties on once in a while.
OK?"
"Whatever," I answered.
"Now, I can't possibly manage the six of you at one time if you are
fighting over johns. You need to specialize. That way you can divide
them up and won't be scratching each others eyes and pulling hair
because two or three of you want the same man."
"I specialize in everything," I said.
"I know you do, Cherry, you're the most specializing girl I have ever
known."
Candace said, "I don't think anyone of us knows how to pick something."
"Maybe I can help?" I said.
"Go ahead," Rashon replied. "What are you thinking?"
"Let me see if I can pick some good choices for them." The girls were
uncomfortable with this, it showed on their faces, but I went ahead
anyway. I like to help people. "Candace," I said. "You get to do anal
if someone specifically asks for that."
"Oh, my God!" Candace said. She almost fainted.
"Candace, I said 'get to.' You know, like, you get to do it!" I
couldn't understand why this seemed to make her feel upset. I know I'm
not as smart as I used to be but getting to do something fun should get
a good response. Right? "I mean, look at her rear, Rashon, it's bigger
than mine."
"Indeed it is," Rashon said. "And a fine ass it is, too."
"Do you really think it's a fine one?" She was trying to determine if
we were serious and not just trying to make her feel better.
"The first time I met you, back when I was a boy, I wanted to reach out
and pat it," I said.
"I had no idea," she said. "Really, I didn't."
I turned to Meredith. "Why don't you handle the times when two or more
guys want a girl at the same time. It pays more, too, since you collect
from more than one john." A tear ran down Meredith's cheek.
"I wouldn't know what to do," she said, now softly crying.
"They will," I said. "Just go with the flow."
Rashon said, "Meredith, relax, you don't have to go with more than three
men at one time. Think about it, you only have three holes so what
would you do with a fourth or fifth john? Keep going, Cherry, you're
doing fine."
"Dominica," I said, "There's a car in the alley that makes it real easy
to do doggy. You could stay there, and just wait, and we could send
johns back to you. It's a car that's been stripped of its tires so it's
always there."
"Get into the backseat with them?"
"No, just lay on your tummy across the hood, silly."
"You mean with my ass up in the air?"
"Yes," I giggled.
Dominica started to hyperventilate so I hugged her. "You'll love it," I
told her.
Lauren said, "I'm afraid to learn what I have to do."
"Oh, come on," I answered. "You get to be a blow-job artist. I don't
know why I let you get the plum job but, take it, it's yours."
"Oh," she said. "Maybe that's not so bad."
"Tomorrow night bring a pillow with you. It's ok when you're in a car
but when you have to kneel on the ground all night your knees can get
really red and sore. There's also a lot of broken glass around here."
"Oh, my! I never thought of that," she said.
"Shannon, you and I are going to be substitute hitters. If someone
wants anal and Candace is occupied, then one of us gets him. We can
flip a coin so we won't fight over him. And there are plenty of guys
who like doggy and the car's hood is easily big enough for two if
Dominica is already with someone. As for me, I don't want to miss out
on all the times when more than one guy wants to have a girl.
Personally, I like lots of variety."
"What about me?" Abbey said.
"Well, Abbey, you get the rough trade. The men who like to be just a
little rough with a girl."
"Thank you!" Abbey said, obviously pleased with my choice for her.
"You might get your faced slapped a couple of times."
"Promise?" she said.
"I've been spanked more than a few times," I said.
"Why did I ever want to be a lawyer?" she replied.
Everything was like totally cool for a few weeks. The girls were
earning money and I had my VBFs around me. I had made so much money
when I first started out on the street that I still had much of the
100,000 left. Abbey had bought me a trailer and I bought lots of slutty
clothes and make-up and I have a really neat teddy bear collection that
I line up on my bed so they are there to greet me when I come after a
long night out. I can't believe I once wanted a sailboat. Can you just
picture wearing 5-inch heels while you're fixing the jib or whatever
sailors do? So, I saved lots of money there. I had enough left to buy
each of the girls a trailer in the same park I live in. They accepted
my offer, and thanked me mucho, but I realized they understood for the
first time that they would be there for a long time. Which was ok with
me!
Anyway, I said everything was like totally cool for a few weeks. But I
was going with, like, less than half of the johns I was used to going
with. And that is like so not cool. I mean, one night maybe ten guys
asked for anal but they came at different times so Candace got to do all
of them and I thought that was just too barfulous. If I had had a
mirror and held it up to my naked ass it would have had a snarly face.
It would have said, "Come on, Cherry, how about my turn?" I soooooooo
thought about it for a long time, although it's hard for me to
concentrate too much, but I finally decided that I had to find another
corner where I could get all the customers. I'm just not a girl who
likes to share, I guess.
So I moved and, sure enough, the corner I picked suddenly became the
hottest corner in town. I love it when all the headlights from passing
cars illuminate me. Like they're spotlights and I'm a famous porn star
or something! Maybe I should wear sunglasses?
The other girls are doing fine but I'm doing absogoddamnlutely better!
We still see each other every morning for coffee. There was this old
double wide that I bought for Candace and, since it's the largest, we
usually meet there. We drink and talk until cigarette butts are piled
high in the ashtrays. For some reason seeing me smoke made them want to
do it, too. I don't smoke on the street because I'm like this big
ecology person. So when I'm working I chew bubble gum and I can blow
bubbles up to about six inches across. It's so awesome unless one
breaks across your face. One time I was doing this blow-job and this
guy was extra large and I had forgotten to take the gum out of my mouth
and this guy says, "Hey, I feel something strange. Like sticky?" Boy
was I embarrassed!
Sometimes in the afternoon we get together to bleach each other's hair.
Mine was done at the clinic and I love it but I need to touch up my
black roots but only every month or so. Dominique, Shannon and Lauren
have gone blond and I think Candace and Meredith will join us soon.
Dominique is now actually talking about going platinum. Of course my
best friend Abbey is a natural blond. Jealous!
Last week Meredith thought she was pregnant. Everyone was so down on
her for forgetting to take her pills. But it turns out it was just some
indigestion or something. I can't get pregnant but I think it would be
fun to be worried about it and have to buy one of those test kits and
sit on the john and see if the test strip comes up pink. The next time
I'm in a drug store I'm going to buy a kit anyway. I mean, why should
the other girls don't get to have all the fun?
Abbey got a black eye. Candace, Shannon, Lauren and Dominica are upset
about it but Abbey thinks it will bring her other customers and doesn't
try to hide it with make-up. I was slapped a couple of times, I told
her that, and I didn't particularly like it at the time, but I like
thinking about it, remembering the sound of his hand connecting with my
cheek, remembering how that made me do something he wanted that I was at
first hesitant to do so, yes, I understand how erotic it can be. There
are some bad boys out on the street - perhaps I should even say thank
heavens for that - but they shouldn't leave marks on us! I like to have
my nipples pinched but I don't want them to be sore the next day.
Well,
maybe a little sore. I need to get off this subject...
Unless someone makes some trouble the police leave us alone. We do have
to give them free ones now and then and Dominica was shocked when she
heard about it. As a lawyer she was used to pushing the police around
and now they, literally, do the pushing. Abbey always claps her hands
together and insists that they handcuff her. She's so cool! A few days
ago two really cute cops gave me one of those bumper stickers that
read,
"I support my local police." One of those stickers you get when you
donate to their fund or something? I stuck it on the rear of my skirt
but it fell off somewhere and they haven't given me another one.
There's a big strip mall being built near the trailer park and some of
the construction men who came from other towns have rented trailers.
These are real down and dirty working men, the kind of men who have
wives back home but are attracted to whores. They're not the sort of
men my BBFs would previously have looked twice at but with our schedules
it's hard to find Mr. Right. Candace and Abbey go out with them but
they do it casually, although a couple of times I've been in Candace's
trailer and I've seen doing her laundry and mixed in with her stuff I
see men's work clothes. I don't know which guy the clothes belong to.
Dominica and Meredith have had a few hot affairs but each time it seems
they pick men who treat them badly.
Lauren has it real bad for one of them, a guy named Ronnie. He's
younger than she is by about ten years so she knows she has to work hard
at keeping him happy. I just found out that he has moved into her
trailer. I know she is giving him money as he doesn't work a regular
schedule and he always has enough money to go out while she's working.
She talked me into dating Ronnie's friend, Kenny, and I did it as a
favor to her. Now I like him as he's a lot of fun but he drinks too
much so when we go back to my trailer he sometimes passes out on my sofa
before I can get him back to my bedroom to make love to me. If he's
still passed out when I'm leaving for work and I give him a little peck
on the cheek. After I come home from working I need to crash and he has
to leave for the construction site. Still, we do find time to be
together and we sometimes see a movie in the early evening. In the dark
he feels me up which makes me feel like a teenager. He likes to pull
my
panties aside and slip a couple of fingers inside me. I had no idea how
awesome having a pussy would be! I mean, how could I have known? And
to think I got mine free! With just two fingers inside me I want to
slip down on the floor and given him a blow-job. So can you imagine how
I feel when I actually have a cock inside me? But I don't get down on
my knees - not there -- because I want him to think I'm more than just a
girl-gone-wild.
When I'm out with Kenny I pull my hair back into a bouncy blond
ponytail. My lipstick and nail polish are the same totally cool pink
and I tie my ponytail with a big pink ribbon. I look like his little
virgin schoolgirl date. Ha ha! I'm never without heels but when I'm
with him I wear them with skin tight jeans because they make my ass look
so good. For a top I pick a halter in some slinky material that
exposes
both my navel and my shoulders. A halter makes me look so choice and it
turns me on to know that with only the tiniest tug he can have it off
me
so he can ball it up in his large hand and toss it aside.
Kenny has a temper so I know if I tried to date someone else he would
probably beat me up. He doesn't think what I do at night is really
dating, so I'm safe with that. He doesn't take advantage of me, well,
just a little advantage, as he has child support payments to make so he
does borrow money for that. I don't know if he's divorced from his wife
or what but I know he wants me, not her! He's out on parole for doing
something but he won't tell me what and I'm always worrying that he will
do something to get sent back. If he does I guess I'll be faithful to
him.
Anywho, back to my new corner. Wouldn't you know, I wasn't out there
even a week before I recognized a boy I picked up as having been in the
same dorm I had lived in. I told him I knew him because we had gone to
the same school. He looked at me and wondered how he had missed meeting
the coolest girl in school! Me! If he only knew! He asked me what my
major had been and I drew a blank. I think Paul was going to be an
engineer - what ever that is - but I'm not really sure. Anyway, I
wanted to talk to him because I remembered that he had known Tammy, but
only after I gave him an extra special blow-job, for old time's sake,
although I really don't need toooooooo much of a reason.
Actually I invent lots of reasons for doing extra special ones like when
it's someone famous' birthday. My most absopositively choice ones are
going to be on December 2, Britany Spears' birthday! If you're a boy
reading this then you'll want to come and have a date with me that day.
If you're a sissy reading this then you should decide to join me by
giving the best blow-jobs you've ever given. I know, you think you
always do special ones but, believe me, you can always do better. It
just takes some effort. Set up a goal for yourself of, say, ten
minimum. I mean, if all of us, nationwide, did this then Entertainment
Tonight would report on it and we would start a new fabulous trend!
Some countries have a holiday called Cinco de Mayo and the good old USA
would have Second de December! Think about it.
"Do you remember a girl named Tammy?" I asked, wiping some you-know-what
from my chin.
"Tammy? Sure, I remember her. Did you know she got into trouble?"
"No? What did she do?" I was still on my knees looking up into his
blue eyes. Guys like it when a girl stays down on her knees until he
leaves.
"Cheated some dude out of some serious money," he said, pulling up his
pants. I pulled up his zipper, very slowly, like I wanted him to know I
was sorry we were finished. Then I helped him buckle his belt. "He
got
his money back but she's doing six months in county. Actually, I think
she may be out next month."
And she'll need my help, I thought. Stay tuned, dear reader, as I'm
sure I'll have lots to report after I get together with Tammy again.
Abyssinia!
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