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This story has been kicking around in my subconscious for years but it has taken a long time to get it on to paper. I will warn readers now that the story takes some darker paths latter on and hopefully some unexpected turns. Although still a work in progress the story arc is complete and hard to move. This is my first submitted story so please provide your feedback and input. I am a slut for public opinion. Special thanks to Rezai Balo for helping edit the story and bring it to your eyes. Standard disclaimers, this is a story of fiction and all characters and situations are by definition fictional. Approval is given to redistribute or submit this story to other sites as long as full credit is given no monetary gain is sought. Don't sell it or claim it as your own. Pathways Part 6 By Roxana Riley Sunday found Veronica and I wrapped up in each other's arms. We slept in very late before Veronica took me out for another birthday gift. Shopping!! By the end of the day I had two more outfits thanks to her generosity. I even bought one myself. She talked me into cooking her dinner and since neither of us had someplace to be in the morning we stayed up late, being domestic and watching movies. Monday, Veronica made excuses and dragged me off to see her studio. I sat quiet as a church mouse as she worked over the latest top 40 hits and perfected her craft. I swear she had a true gift. Monday night she had another shift at the Sugar Shack and having nothing better to do, I went to work with her. The night was rather slow and I spent it being a barback, for her and Sue. No crazy stripper costumes, just lots of running to get glasses and extra beer from the store room. Some of the girls gave me friendly waves but overall it was very mundane. Scott gave me the once over but it was clear his thoughts were on other things and never made a comment. Veronica and I escaped at 10 and slinked back to her place for bed. After a hot and sweaty hour we collapsed and fell asleep. Tuesday morning I woke up and my anxiety crept up tell me I needed to get home. My brain said a change of clothes and a night is I should be doing but the argument felt hollow. I had been dressed and living in fem for 72 hours and to my heart it felt so right. "Why go home then?" Veronica asked "Well I have to water the plants and pick up the mail." "Honey those are just excuses. Go do them and then come back." "But... I need to change and..." Placing her finger over my coral covered lipstick mouth "Shusss. That's just your fear talking. What do you want Roxana? I can see it in your eyes you love being here. Let me guess, you were invisible as a boy. But look at you now. Don't tell me you don't love it." "Yes but. Well I need to get back to my life" "Why? Your parents are out of town, no one is at home. School doesn't start for another month and a half. Monique is back at the university. She told me you are not that close to your friends anymore. Well, here I am. We can go out anytime we want. I love your cooking and you make a great slave running around for me at the bar" she laughed. "Stay and move in with me for the summer." It all sounded too easy, too simple. I told her I had to think it over and left before I could I flip flopped.. Dressing in some baggy sweats and pushing my now blond hair under a baseball cap I headed home. Once I got there it was just like she said. I had two messages, one from my parents saying they had made it and one from Monique saying the same. There was no food left in the house and after 15 minutes the plants were watered and the mail picked up. I thought about calling some of my old friends but I couldn't figure out what I would say. "Hey I have been involved with a lesbian bartender and dressed on and off as a girl for the last few weeks. How are you?" After 2 hours I was bored out of my mind and wondering how to fill the day. Why was I staying at home again? Before the sun went down I had my bags packed with the last of the items Monique had given me in a suitcase, and my pills. I forwarded the home phone to my cell and setup for one of the neighborhood kids to water the plants and pick up the mail. It was someone my parents didn't know so it would never get back to them. I dressed in a floral summer dress Veronica had picked out with some sling back wedge sandals. I then headed out to use some of my parent's birthday gift and go shopping for the afternoon. By the time Veronica made it home I had a wonderful coq au vin on the stove and a wine ready for her at the door. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her deeply. "Can I stay?" I pleaded in my best little girl voice? She grinned and threw me up against the wall, kissing me hard before answering. "For as long as you want. But I think I might have to punish you for leaving" Closing the door with her foot she walked me back into the bedroom and I feel onto the cool sheets. Veronica had a wicked grin on her face as she prowled around the edge of the bed over to her dresser. Never taking her eyes off of me she pulled out two sets of handcuffs and a blindfold before strutting back to the bed. Leaning in to kiss me again she pulled my dress over my head and left me in my matching white panty and bra set. As my hands reached up to cup her face I felt the cool metal encircle my wrist and the harsh ratchet of the lock closing down. Pulling back to look me in the eyes Veronica secured one hand and then the other to the headboard. Then she leaned in and lowered the blindfold over my eyes. "They are so pretty but I think it will be more fun if you don't see it coming." I felt her hands run down my side and over my thighs, sliding her fingers along the soft skin. Licking my lips in anticipation I felt Veronica's fingers wrap and around my ankle and with a quick yank pull me flat on the bed and secure my foot with a cuff. Without putting up a fight she made quick work of my other foot and left me spread eagle on the bed. I could hear Veronica shuffle around and after a few minutes climb up on top of me. From the flush feel of her skin she had shed her own clothes before straddling my waist and squeezing me gently with her thighs. I felt her nail run down the center of my body as her weight shifted back. In my mind's eye I could see her inspecting her tussled prisoner tied to her bed. The nail stopped only long enough to release my bra before I felt its smooth polish covered edge circle around my very tender nipples. With agonizing slowness she flicked tips bring my blood to a boil and releasing a gasp from my lips. I could feel each heartbeat pulse under her attention as I tried to raise my body to meet her fingers. "Oh no my little pet, this is my game. No rushing" she whispered before pinching my enflamed nipple and causing me to gasp in the sudden light pain. Before I could take a breath her lips covered mine and she kissed me as warmth spread out over my chest. Whimpering in desire I wished for more to be able to share with her, my breasts too small for what I desired in my imagination. Veronica moved slowly up along my body, her legs and knees pushing higher and higher. I could feel the wet slickness of her pussy as it dragged over my stomach and up over my breasts. Veronica ran her fingers along my trapped arms as they traced the strained muscles, her fingers finally settling and intertwining in my own. My nose was filling with her sweet scent as my own breath started to come in faster and faster gasps. Unexpectedly I felt her lower herself down and my face become covered in the slick pulsing folds of her pussy, its ridges engulfing my nose and mouth. I started to hyper ventilate as I felt faint from the lack of air and gasped trying to suck down more. Veronica ran her fingers through my hair and comforted me as star flashes started in my eyes. She started a rocking that let in small bursts of cool air over my face. "Breath Roxana. Slowly, slowly just breath" She calmed me down. I slowed down I found I could breath just a bit if I kept my breath in time with her thrusts, quick breath in and a long exhale out over her clit. Her hips started to rock as I lost myself to her control, knowing that satisfying her was my only escape. I still felt breathless but my own pleasure built as I felt so completely controlled. Accepting that I could not stop her using my I begin to revel in my subservience. My mind slipping into an inky blackness of licking, breathing, sucking and exhaling. It was so easy to forget all my worries and just focus on her and her pleasure. I felt Veronica lean back and run her hands along my sensitive skin. My nipples still enflamed as she sped up her stroke and my breath matching each gyration. As she went quicker and quicker I found myself hyperventilating which only added to my own building pleasure. It forced feeling to come from all over my body not just my trapped penis. With a cry of pleasure she rocked back and screamed out as I felt her muscles spasm and twitch. Her legs clamping down on my face as my own orgasm rocked me and my breath finally giving out, passing out from gasping. I came to a few seconds later as Veronica, was releasing my bonds. She was tender as she cleaned my face and rubbed some soft lotion over my wrists and ankles. Kissing my slowly she held me in her arms and I smiled thinking how content I felt and how blissful life was. Feeding me small bits of dinner we sat in bed cuddled. Before long we were both satiated and pushed the bed clear to fall asleep in each others arms. One night later as we walked back into the club, Scott grabbed Veronica's and my arm and took us off to a quite area. Giving us each a creepy stare over his bookstore eyeglasses, he started "Look I don't care what any girl or BOY" letting us know right away he knew my secret "does in my club. The only thing I care about is making money. Now so far you have been good for business. You help keep the bar running and the girl's fighting is down as they have all taken to you as a little project. Some of the customers have started to ask who you are. I don't give a shit about any of that as long as the money keeps coming in. Don't fuck that up and you are welcome. Cause me any iota of shit and I will farm your ass out to the pimps on 4th avenue. Do you two understand?" We nodded, shaking in our boots. "Good!" Letting go of Veronica he caught me in his stare "now are you going to be sticking around here?" He asked. Nodding my assertion again too scared to talk. "Fine, then I will setup for some id and hire you. You need to be 21 to be here and I am not getting raided for some 18 year old little pussy or being accused of tax evasion for an employee." Pushing me up against a white wall he took out a camera and took 10 or 15 shots, just to make sure he had the right one, and then sent us off to the bar. Two nights later, Roxana Riley had a new ID and a minimum wage job. Life started a new pattern for the next few weeks, Veronica and I were inseparable. She would work on her music during the day and I would do the domestic chores around the apartment, cooking and cleaning. At night I would follow her to work and be her assistant and runner for the bar. To the rest of the girls I became a little sister who they all doted on. I would receive hand me down clothes and gossip about the latest trends. One night I would get makeup advice and the next they would show me how to wrap my legs around a stripper pole. It wasn't very useful but it's what they knew. They also wanted to create a tit fund for me so I could strip when I turned 21, laughing at my small A cups. Only Sierra and Chastity knew my real story. Paris had run off with a real estate broker to Miami and left a sweet note "Come party when you get the chance bitches" as her only goodbye. Two or three times a week Veronica and I would head out after work with some of the other girls and hit a late night after party, stumbling home around dawn. I can honestly say it was some of the most fun I ever had in my life. Scott continued to give me strange stares when I came into work. Not hostile just strange. It came to a head a few weeks after I started officially working. Veronica had the early shift and we arrived around 3:30. Scott could be heard yelling in his office all the way to the front door. Veronica and I, not wanting to catch his ire, quickly got to work and I started to restock the bar from the lunch crowd. Scott slammed his office door and was looking for someone to vent his anger at. "Stupid cow, thinks she can quit on me. That fucking cunt will get what she has coming to her" Scott muttered. I put my head down and started to wash some of the dirty glasses. I could hear Scott getting closer but was trying my best to look invisible. Suddenly it got very quiet. I looked up and Scott was standing right behind me looking over my ass with a quizzical look. Then a smile slowly crept over his face. "Roxana, yes it would work. Congratulations Roxana!!" He cheered "You just got a promotion. Tonight we are moving you up to waitress." "I don't think that such a good idea Scott" Veronica jumped in trying to intervene. "SHUT UP VERONICA!!" Scott screamed. "Angela just quit with no notice and Zoe is already on vacation and out of town. That leaves just one waitress for tonight which ain't going to cut it. She's our number two tonight!" "Scott I am not sure I can do that. What if, well what if I slip up" I tried again Scott pulled both of us to the end of the bar. "Look you little fairy tramp, here is how it's going to be. Either you waitress tonight, and every night until I say so, or I make a few phone calls. First,l the police who I think will want to pick you up. Slutty little thing like you trying to sneak into a bar at 18? They will throw your sweet ass into county jail until your parents show up to make bail. That should be about a week right? And you Veronica, just wait until they find out you were screwing this little minx while he was still 17. That's still statutory rape in this state. You will probably only get 18 months to 2 years. Now I don't want to go making problems but, if you FUCK with me, you will regret it. Am I making myself clear?" We looked at each other and realized we were both screwed if this got out. Looking down I nodded my head in assent. "Good! SIERRA!" Scott yelled "get miss sweet ass in back. I want her dressed and prepped for the floor in 45 minutes. She better look so hot that the Pope himself would tip her twenty. I think I am going to have a nice little conversation with Veronica in my office" Scott dragged Veronica back to his office as Sierra took me behind the stage, shaking like a leaf. "Sierra what's going on?" I asked "Shush love, we are going to get you fixed up and make sure you get through the night" She comforted me "When he is like this you need to stay out of his way" "But I can't be a waitress" I whined Giving me a hug, she assured me it would be ok. "Here swallow this. It will dull the edge a bit." handing me a candy like pill. I swallowed it as I looked over to Scott's closed office door. Sierra started by putting me in the club's waitress uniform. It consisted of a short, pleated black mini skirt and a white satin tank top with the bars name brazened across my chest. To top it off I was required to wear long hoop earrings and a charm that hung down into my cleavage. I still had some breast forms on so I didn't look too flat chested. On my feet were a pair of 5 inch maryjane shoes with a block heels and a pair of stay up fishnet stockings. Sierra brushed out my hair, styling it a bit and pulling it back over one ear with a clip. She then started to darken my makeup, bright red lipstick, dark eye shadow and tons and tons of eye liner and mascara. As she worked she filled me in on the rules. "Ok this will have to be the crash course so listen well. Scott does not care what a customer does. If a bouncer calls it out of line then ok but do not ever complain. Trust me on this one. Clients can be expected to touch the waitress. Grabbing, pinching, slapping, pulling you into their laps and tugging on your outfit are expected. It's a rough club so you are going to have to get use to it, hun. You are expected to act like you like it. No questions. Scott wants us all to act like we love everything these stupid fucks try. If a client wants to buy you a drink or a shot, you agree and better well drink it. Dancers can fake it with mocktails but waitresses are expected to down the real stuff. If he wants something more, push him off onto a dancer. I will keep an eye out for you Roxana so if you get into trouble, catch my attention and I will keep them busy. And most important, make money and tips. The house gets a cut of your tips and makes its money off the booze. Scott tracks every table and every girl on how much she makes. Again trust me, you don't want to fall behind what he is expecting. It should be a busy night so if you go with the flow it shouldn't be a problem." I was really starting to float now. It had been a while since I took anything and this stuff was hitting me hard. By the end of Sierra's little speech I was giggling but I think I understood. "Ok Sierra I will try" Kissing her on the cheek as I held on to her for balance. "Wow that's some good shit" staring at my fingers. Sierra guided me to the front of the house and after a few minutes I was kept my balance. Everything seemed like such a good idea though. I think I would have agreed to anything by then. Sierra handed me off to Jessica who would be working the floor with me. "Shit Sierra what did you give her?" "Don't get your panties in a wad, she will mellow out in a few minutes" Jessica sent me off to the front of the floor. It had a little more foot traffic but none of the big time high rollers that would cause Scott to go ballistic if I fucked up. It was pretty easy work but quick and tiring. If anyone was without a drink I would hurry over and lean down on the table, leaving my ass up in the air and take the drink orders. I was to flirt as much as possible but be quick with the orders. I would take the orders over to Sue, as Veronica worked the patron side of the bar, and bring them back as soon as possible. It was encouraged to mess up serving them so I came across as an airhead. As high as I was and inexperienced to boot, It was no act. When I served the drinks I was to make as much bodily contact as possible and then move onto the next table. By Six o'clock we were slammed and the rest of the night was a blur. Since they were short I ended up working a double shift all the way to close, although we did get a third waitress, Clair, around 10:00. I don't remember much of the night but all the girls kept telling me I was doing ok. After a few hours I zoned out and let go and it started to be kind of fun. My ass was sore from all the grabbing and I do remember one enterprising guy had me over his lap and my skirt hiked up before I knew what had happened. He was fingering my ass for 30 seconds while I squealed in panic/delight before a bouncer grabbed him and escorted him away. Veronica had been kicked out at 10:00 so I was all by myself when Scott cornered me at closing time. "Well you didn't totally suck tonight" He said as I swallowed my panic. "Your speed was ok but your tips need work. I want you in here at 2:00 Monday, Wednesday and Friday to work with Jessica and Sierra on how to improve. Jessica will cover waiting tables and Sierra will cover flirting and your look. Veronica and I had a little chat and she will take over at home and continue your girly lessons. In two weeks I don't want to ever remember you were a guy. You are to stay dressed 24/7, live with her and do every single thing she asks. If I even catch wind that you appear as Riley or hear that she is not getting your full cooperation and I will strap your ass so sore it will bleed for two days. Veronica will get even worse." Crying I nodded. "Now I am not a total ass. I know this is a summer gig for you. You keep improving and doing a good job and by September I will have another full time waitress and you can go back to whatever." Hope blossomed at the thought of my normal life. I started to rationalize with myself. I was thinking of dressing the rest of the summer anyway. I could go back to being me before school was out and no one would be the wiser. Scott hit me with one last one "Here, these should help a little on your skin and shape" pressing some pills in my hand "Bottoms up." He said. To blasted to correct him I swallow each one under his watchful gaze. "Sierra will give you those every day." They walked me out to a waiting cab and settled me in for the drive back to Veronica's. I stumbled up to her flat; well I guess now our apartment and let myself in. The place was dark but I could hear her in bed still awake. I stepped out of my outfit and slid under the sheets next to her. She immediately started to say how sorry she was but before the words left her mouth I closed it with a kiss. Looking into her eyes I whispered "tomorrow" and wrapped myself in her arms falling asleep. I woke up feeling scared and worn out. My calves hurt, my bottom was sore, even my nipples itched. How did I get into this mess and more importantly how was I going to get out? Scott scared me and I was sure he was serious about his threats. I lay in bed for an hour, curled in Veronica's arms listening to her breathe as I considered what options I had. Finally I rolled out of her arms and headed off to the kitchen to make breakfast. The simplicity of cooking calmed my brain. Veronica, woken by the smell of coffee, came up behind and wrapped her arms around me, resting her head on my shoulder. "He's a bastard" she said softly. "He is, but what choice do we have" I answered Turning to serve the French toast we settled into her love seat, to feed each other and relax in the comfort of being close to someone. "Are you ok?" I asked "I was worried for you when he pulled you back to his office" "I'm fine" She said bluntly and didn't want to talk about it anymore. After breakfast, not wanting to move, Veronica started to paint my toe nails as I leaned back against the sofa. "He promised me I could go home at the end of the summer if we played along." "Do you believe him?" Sighing "I don't know. But I have to believe in something. I could run away to my parents but he would track us down" We sat in silence, neither with much to talk about as she finished painting my nails. Handing the bottle over it was my turn. It took my mind off things for a little while and I enjoyed the calming feel. "Plus I am not sure I could go back now. You and Monique have awoken something deep inside of me that feels so right. Maybe this is my path in life and I am just discovering it now." When I was done Veronica got up and pulled me to my feet. She walked off and came back with another set of pills and a big glass of orange juice. "We should get started" She said quietly. "Scott already gave me some pills last night" "Roxana, but he was very specific on what my role was and what would happen if I didn't do my part. Sorry love, bottoms up". Swallowing another set of what I assumed were hormones we started in half hearted on my lessons. Veronica would cover basics, how to dry long hair, order to put on my makeup, walking and movement in heels, in flats, in skirts. Everything that she could think that made her part of the fairer sex was covered. It wasn't all bad and after a few days we got over mopping and back to our playful selves. She had a different style than Monique's but it was still fun. Unlike the playful domination of Monique, Veronica was a big sister showing the tricks to a loved one. I would tease her mercilessly by calling her "Sis". This bugged her even more as she was a few years older. No matter what I did though I could usually have her smiling by the end of the afternoon. Jessica would meet me at the club for waitress lessons, how to carry a large tray of drinks, making change without thinking, how to get a bigger tip (leave large bills), and shorthand for the orders. Since I had a desire to someday be working in a restaurant, I took it as an opportunity to learn and didn't mind. Jessica was never warm, looking at me as competition but we got on ok. She knew not to piss off Scott so if this was what he wanted then this is what he would get. Sierra was a different story. She was friendly, but almost too bubbly about the whole experience. She made me take a second set of pills every day. They looked different and I think they were more than just hormones. They left me in kind of a bubbly mood and I would listen to everything she said like it was the most important thing in the world. Her lessons were the most personal, how to brush a man's arm with your tits, blowing in his ear as you leaned over, how to grab his gaze from across the loud room and hold it until you slid into his booth. My mind was always playing tricks on me with Sierra. She was so good at both her job and her lessons I felt aroused every second. From her demonstrations as well as the sultriness of my own actions you would think I would have had a constant erection, but things were staying still down below. I could feel every other part of my body sing, especially my nipples. She even took time to work on my kissing and make out skills. Stripers have a whole set of tricks for making it feel like they are the most passionate people in the world, working you up to heights before turning and walking away as your money runs out. Sierra taught me all the ones she knew. I worked most nights, with Scott adding shifts whenever he felt like it. I think I was doing better but Scott made me turn over my tips as soon as I got them, to Sue and Veronica. By the end of the night I was so buzzed due to the mandatory drinks that I couldn't remember what I had made. Scott promised to keep it all and save it until I "retired". Most evenings were pretty normal, but a few got crazy. One night we had a big spender who rented out a private booth and was ordering a new bottle of Moet and Chandon Champagne every twenty minutes. He had three girls with him, including Chastity. By the third bottle I was included in every toast, and by the fifth he had pulled me in over his lap and was stroking my thighs as I was held down over his lap. By then I was pretty drunk myself and it was getting hot feeling his hardon pressed up against my stomach. Chastity saved me before things got out of control, drawing his attention and blowing in his ear. I sneaked out of the room but couldn't stop giggling. Veronica gave me a strange look when I came out but was happy enough later when we fell into bed and I got to work between her thighs. Scott sent me out with Sierra one day with instructions for a new makeover. Salon de Bella was not the fancy salon Monique had taken me for my birthday. It was located in a strip mall down the street from the club. Although clean, it was run by a woman who used to work at the Sugar Shack and had saved up enough money to start her own business. She specialized in working on girls at the local clubs. Sierra and Bella had a long discussion on my look and what would be right. I ended up going a few shades lighter and now had a brassy blond hairdo with a few dark streaks worked in. Extensions had also been added and my length was now past my shoulders. Not that I had any say in how I turned out. I also received a new set of ? inch acrylics with a squared off tips, painted in a French tip manicure with pink and a white tip. Last, they added two new piercings. One, I actually loved which was a beautiful bellybutton piercing of a blue azure butterfly. It sparkled and dangled just below my navel. The other one I was not so sure about, a barbell tongue stud. Sierra commented "You won't use it but it will excite the guys and increase your tips". Licking my lips and tongue I just agreed. Most of the fight was out of me now and I was just bidding time until September and my release. Plus everything sounded like such a good idea after my afternoon pills. Giggling I sat back and let them clamp it in. I may have had concerns about my tongue stud but Veronica loved it. Two nights later when I was somewhat healed I proceeded to test it out on her swollen clit. I had convinced her to share some of my shots at work that night, it was a going away party for Chastity who was off to a new club Scott had a contact with on the east coast, and so we were both buzzed. When we got back to the apartment I went to work seducing her, brushing up against her nipples and running my hands along her soft skin. In no time I had her shirt off and had pushed her down into the love seat. As she sat back and watched, I swayed side to side to some soft music I had put on and slid between her spread legs. Rubbing up against her knee I leaned in to kiss and suck on her ear. By this time she was moaning slightly and had closed her eyes in pleasure. I slid my stud over her nipple and she gasped not expecting the feeling. As she arched her back up I took the opportunity to slide her skirt and panties off. Running the stud up along her now swollen and exposed lips I could hear Veronica bite her tongue as her fingers ran through my hair and pushed me to my knees. With a wicked grin I really went to work, blowing my hot breath over her clit. As Veronica rose up to her first orgasm I sucked her enflamed clit into my lips and rubbed it against my new stud. She came hard and fast, clamping my face with her legs. Slowly I brought her back down and then quickly back up as I learned to love the extra sensation I could bring to my lover. She came 3 more times before I relented and let her take me to bed.