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SISSY SISTER STREETWALKERS by Throne It was a dark street in a disreputable part of the city. Cars cruised up and down, their male passengers eyeing the tawdrily dressed females who strolled along, flaunting their bodies. One car pulled up to the curb. The gruff voice of the driver said, "We're here, sissy. Get your pretty pink ass out of the car and earn me some money." "Yeah," seconded the voice of a female in the passenger seat. "My man needs his beer and you're paying for it." The back door of the car opened slowly and a curious looking figure emerged. It was short and slender and girly. But there was something about it that suggested it was a guy in trashy hooker clothes. And what clothes they were! A pale red belly shirt with the words DIRTY GIRL across the chest in looping dark red letters, black micro miniskirt, fishnet stockings, and silver shoes with two inch chunky heels. A closer look would reveal that it was indeed a guy, one who looked very unhappy with his situation. His distressed expression couldn't be hidden even by generous applications of eye make-up, rouge, and garish orange lipstick surrounded by thick liner to make his mouth appear larger. He also had on large hoop earrings, a gold neck chain with a small charm on it, and metal bracelets that jangled against each other. He looked pleadingly at the car. As he reached out with a supplicating hand the real women on the sidewalk noticed a small purse in the shape of a heart, hanging by a long strap from the middle of his arm. The driver laughed at him and blew his horn, just in case anyone hadn't seen the reluctant TV standing there. The desperate figure ran a hand through his hair, which wasn't long but was full, and had been styled into a mass of tight curls. The car drove off, leaving him standing there looking like a hunted animal. A hissing sound came from the deep shadows in the mouth of an alley. "Here," came a harsh whisper. "Come over here." Not knowing what else to do, the frightened guy squinted and saw someone cowering there. He went to them and was startled to find it was another male, of small stature like himself, and dressed similarly. This one had three overlaid rows of ruffled material across his chest, which together stuck out just enough to suggest small breasts underneath. He also wore tiny shorts which left his smooth buttocks half uncovered. His stockings were shiny and his shoes were stilettos. The dominant color of his outfit was yellow, accented by matching plastic jewelry, all of it oversized, and golden lipstick. His hair was straight and fell just over his ears, crowned by a plastic band that was topped with a bow of the same material. The hidden guy went on, "My name is Carlene. It's really Charlie, but that's what they told me to call myself when I'm out here." The other one said, "I'm Darling. When I'm, um, not dressed up it's Daryl. But I don't want to be here. I'm scared of what might happen." "Me too," said Charlie. "My girlfriend is making me do this. At least I thought she was my girlfriend. But she's also dating this big guy and..." He seemed to run out of breath. "... and they put me here like this." "Same here" agreed Daryl. "Sort of. Except it's my wife and her lover. She... cheats on me and... makes me shave my body and dress like a girl." "This is terrible. I have to earn a hundred dollars before they come to pick me up. And they expect me to... get the money... from men... who..." "I understand. I have to buy my way back home, too." He sighed. "Same amount even. Because they want to take a vacation together and are saving up for it. And they told me that the cops do a sweep every evening after midnight, so if we don't want to get arrested we'll have to get the money before then." "This is awful," Charlie whimpered. Just then a car slowed down and the man behind the wheel eyed them leeringly. "Come out where I can see you, tramps." They moved into the limited light, taking small steps. The prospective customer furrowed his brow. Daryl said meekly, "Hello." The man swore hotly and said, "You're a couple of fags. I want my cock sucked but not by some homo." He hit the gas and sped away. "Oh my gosh," Charlie moaned. "I don't know how I'm going to get through this. I'm terrified. And my testicles ache because I'm not allowed to have sex. Plus these shorts are so tight. The seam is all the way up my bottom." "It could be worse," Daryl assured him. "I don't have anything on under this tiny pleated skirt." "You poor..." Charlie caught himself. He had almost called him 'poor baby'. Sometimes it was so difficult not to sound all girly, even when he tried to stop himself. They stood there in a pool of illumination from the streetlight. As upset as they were they almost didn't notice the car slowing toward a halt, the driver smirking at them. He was younger than the last one and watching them intently. When they belatedly spotted him he had already stopped. He waved them over and smiled unthreateningly. "How you ladies doing?" he wanted to know. "Okay," Charlie answered for both of them. "I notice that you're not real girls. Correct?" "I... yes," Daryl said, feeling face grow warm from shame. "That's okay. I might still be interested. You in the skirt, let's see your panties." Daryl hugged himself and confessed, "I'm sorry. I don't have any." The guy chuckled. "Well then, you naughty tease, let's see what you DO have under there." "I... oh..." With quivering fingers he gripped the hem of his inadequate skirt and raised it in front. The watcher saw his genitals and laughed. "Damn," he said. "No wonder you have to dress like a girl. There's barely enough there to let you pass for male." "I... guess so." "But that's an advantage for a sissy hooker. Now before I decide if I'm buying, let's see the two of you kiss." The cross-dressed boyfriend and husband were dumbstruck. They looked at each other, knowing that they had to do something to earn their escape from this dreadful fix. So they leaned closer to each other to deliver delicate pecks on the cheeks. The guy snorted and told them he wanted to see some real kissing. Tongues going into mouths. Nibbling on their partner's lips. Licking necks and biting ears. Charlie whispered to Daryl, "Forgive me." "I understand. We don't have a choice." As they kissed each other full on the lips, their audience of one began to snap pictures with an expensive looking digital camera. He made them move their mouths slightly apart so he could see their tongues extending, meeting and probing. He got several good shots of lips on necks and ears. They even had to put their hands on each other's shoulders and chests and bellies and... lower. Both of them were close to bursting out in tears of humiliation when he at last allowed them to stop. They stood there taking deep shaky breaths, hoping he would pay them well for their performance. Instead he told them, "Hey, thanks for all the free pictures. They'll be up on my website within an hour. I'm sure all my subscribers will love seeing you two getting it on like that." "B... but..." Before they could say more he had driven off. The two victims tried to regain some degree of composure. They had to earn the required amounts in the next several hours. Cars drove by, slowing down, some of them stopping to pick up actual women. Another came along and rolled up to where the guys stood. Two tall young men, in good shape and exuding confidence, got out and strode up to them. "So, you sweet honeys, how much for a visit to the alley?" Charlie looked sideways at Daryl. Neither of them knew what to say. Without thinking it through, Charlie blurted out, "We have to earn a hundred bucks by the end of the night." "Well," said the first guy, "it's a long night, so you'll have plenty of time. I figure twenty bucks should give you a good start." Twenty dollars apiece wasn't a lot but it was something. Charlie agreed and Daryl gave a concurring nod. The guys each gripped one of them roughly by the arm and walked them into the darkness of the alley. There was just enough moonlight from above to give limited visibility. The feminized men heard their customers calling each other Tony and Duke, appropriate names for such masculine types. They put their big hands on the reluctant prostitutes' shoulders and forced them down to their knees. "Get to it, " snapped Tony. "Get my jeans opened, you dumb slut." "Yeah," barked Duke. "I'm sure you know how to pull down a zipper and get out a cock." Unbelievably, this was really happening. On their knees, the sissy males did as they were told. Soon each of them was facing a long piece of flesh. They touched them gingerly and saw them grow, felt them bump against their faces. At the same time they parted their lips. Tony and Duke reached down to take hold of their heads so they could thrust their cocks into the waiting mouths. The helpless pair each gave a few experimental sucks. Charlie had a small penis like Daryl. The two of them were mentally comparing themselves to the men who were controlling them. They did not compare well. This was why Charlie's wife and Daryl's girlfriend preferred macho guys to wimps like them. The standing figures pulled the hair of the ones on their knees. Charlie and Daryl began to use their lips and tongues in earnest. They were asked their names and stopped long enough to respond. Then those invading members were shoved back into place. "Come on, Carlene. Suck just the head and use your soft white hand on the shaft." "Yo, Darling. Give my Johnson a bunch of kisses and tell him how much you love him." There were wet sounds, kissing noises, and Daryl voicing his affection for the cock he was lavishing attention on. The customers dragged everything out for what seemed like a half hour. At last they began to groan and grunt, signaling that they were approaching their climaxes. They pulled on the guys' hair and blasted out their loads, which were considerable. Utterly disgusted, Charlie and Daryl nevertheless had to swallow as fast as they could. It tasted salty and was thick and there was so much of it. Each of them felt it leaking out around the edges of their overworked mouths. They sniffled as they sucked out the final drops. Then the men pushed them over backwards, against each other, and zipped themselves up. "Not bad," said Tony. "But wait," he went on with no surprise, "are you a couple of pansies?" "Whoa," added Duke, also not startled. "Cause if that's true, you should be paying us to suck off our big wangs. Right?" Had the buyers known all along what they were getting? Was it their plan from the start to break the unwritten but understood contract of the streets? And how would the laws of fair commerce apply? We may never know the answers but what we do know is that they decided to each toss a few crumpled bills at the sprawled sissies. Then they made the two kiss each other, long and deep, so that they could share the messy cream still on their tongues. It sickened the boyfriend and husband but they had no choice. Then they gathered up their miniscule payment. Daryl put his in his purse. Charlie had a zippered change keeper, brightly colored and with cartoon unicorns on it, into which he put his. Tony and Duke guffawed at the sight, walked off, got back into their car, and drove away. The sissies staggered back toward the curb and stood there wondering what would happen next. One of the real hookers called to them, "Hey, girls. I think you got something on your chins." Several ladies of the night laughed at that. A pair of them sauntered over. One was Latino and the other Black. They crowded the sissies up against a wall. "So, you girls trying to steal our business?" the Latino wanted to know. She was dark-eyed and had high cheekbones. "Yeah," contributed the Black. "You think you got such fine pussies you can take over our block?" "We... um... don't have..." Charlie had trouble saying the word. "... pussies." "We're men," Daryl pointed out. "And we're not gay." "Really?" The first one peered at them as if she couldn't see the obvious. "You could have fooled me." "And you're straight?" the Black one marveled. "For true?" Before they could answer she turned around, aiming her bulging ass at them. She backed up further, pinning Daryl against the bricks, and rubbed her sexy sitter against his trapped crotch. For good measure she included a few twerks. When she stepped away she turned toward him again and lifted his skirt. "Well how about it. Snap! He really got a dick under there. Stiff but it sure ain't big. Kind of like a mini-dick." She chortled at her cleverness. "You could never cure no woman's need with that, so I guess it's good that you turned queer and be hunting for cock." She looked him up and down. "Yeah, you a total cock-magnet, in a faggot kind of way." With a final derisive laugh she dropped his skirt and turned away, wagging her ass exaggeratedly as she returned to her former spot. The guys just stood there, more upset than ever. Several cars stopped but, seeing that the uneasy pair were sissies, drove on. But then a van parked. The back doors opened and a quartet of guys in letter jackets piled out. Two more exited the front seats. The half dozen of them closed in on the sissies. "Looks like just what we wanted," one hulking figure said. "Yeah. We made that dare that all of us would try some sissy mouth and here it is. I'm still up for it." There was a chorus of agreement. They wanted to know what it would cost and Charlie half-told and half-asked for twenty bucks each. "Double deuces," another guy said. "Dig it out, men. A hundred and twenty total. No freebies." Another offered, "Not unless these wussies want cock so bad they're giving free blowjobs." That provoked lots of laughter but, to the relief of the sissies, the money appeared. They handed half to each of them and watched it vanish into purse and change keeper. Then they herded them into the alley and back further than they had been before. Suddenly there were cocks being bared all around. The involuntary hookers were pushed down onto their knees -- again -- and large impressive cocks were put in easy reach for their mouths. Hating every second of it, they lapped and licked and sucked. Each guy wanted it done a little differently. A few times one of them would stop and make his sissy start on the next ready tool. Then they would trade back and forth to prolong the experience. Spunk started to spurt. There was cream on the sissies' lips and down their chins -- again -- with more on their brief tops. It dripped onto their thighs and they got it on their hands. The smell of it filled the air. Both of them were sobbing as they finished their final lettermen and gagged down what they hoped were the last servings of cum from this group. Swaying on their knees, they consoled themselves with the thought that at least they had made a fair amount on this encounter. But then one of the guys, the tallest, with the broadest shoulders, and as they recalled, the most monstrous bone, decided he wanted more. He dragged Daryl around so he was facing Charlie. Misunderstanding his desire, imagining he wanted more of what they had been made to do earlier, the boyfriend and husband kissed, putting added passion into it along with some ear lapping and shoulder biting. They even pulled up each other's tops and applied oral suction to the waiting nipples. The college guys just stood there gaping at the action. At last the kneeling submissives turned their eyes up, hoping for approval. "You are so freaky," said the towering guy. "They really are, Ace," said another one. "But you had your fun," declared Ace, "and now it's my turn." He got completely out of his pants and shorts and stood there between them, legs apart. Without being told to, Charlie was confronting his supersized cock and automatically began to fondle it. Even though he had so recently ejaculated, its length grew and the girth widened. Ace told Charlie to lick his balls. Then he directed Daryl to kiss his ass. Not fully understanding what was expected of him, the sissy in the rear began to press his lips against those muscular buttocks. Ace laughed at his stupidity and snarled at him to get his face into his crack and kiss him where it counted. Daryl felt his stomach lurch at what he was being ordered to do. But he was surrounded and helpless. He parted the firm rump halves with his fingers and pressed his face into the cleft. It was humid and smelled earthy. He held his breath as he poked out his tongue and used it to penetrate the forbidden spot. Somebody made a remark about how he was 'eating Ace ass'. Charlie continued to deliver a suck job. After everything that had already happened and the specific requests he had fulfilled, he knew how to vary his technique and give the recipient maximum pleasure. The onlookers were talking about how the two sissies had made out in front of them and what a good job they were doing now. Their unanimous conclusion was that they had found two twisted perverts who loved to do sick stuff. Ace kept them at it for another ten minutes. Then he growled at them to trade places. On their knees, stockings tearing against the rough dirty ground, they shuffled around until they had reversed positions. Now Charlie had to perform the more disgusting task. He made choking sounds, which Ace and the others found funny. In the end, Daryl had to suck just the swollen knob of Ace's killer cock, while Daryl reached around to stroke it, all the time still plunging his tongue in and out, alternating that with licking up and down and rimming round and round. Ace hollered and hosed the inside of Daryl's mouth with an overload of spunk. The distraught sissy gulped it down but again got it all over his front. After being mouthed fore and aft until he was fully sated, Ace stepped out from between them. The others inched closer, expecting to see more swap spitting, which the boyfriend and husband did, even thought it again included ejaculate and worse. Ace made a show of peeling off two fives from a thick bankroll and making the guys take them with their teeth. More laughter erupted. At last the group left the alley, with the sobbing sissies leaning over and supporting themselves with their hands on the dirty ground. They got up and stumbled back to the mouth of the alley to resume their work stations. When no one stopped they tried assuming sexy poses, even though it added to their mortification. At last a sleek car pulled up and a tall slender guy, middle aged, got out. He offered them a certain amount of money and, after a moment of silent calculation, Charlie figured it was enough to pay their way off that forsaken street. He agreed. "But you dirty dolls haven't even asked what I want," the man said, seeming to savor whatever he was thinking. They still agreed, fearful of not making enough and perhaps being left there to be caught in a law enforcement sweep. The driver politely opened the back door of his car and spread a sheet on the seat, then bid them get in. Charlie pointed out that they had to be brought back there when he was done, which he said would be fine. As he drove them away, Charlie got his lips close to Daryl's ear and whispered that at least this didn't appear like it was going to be too bad. The driver looked back over his shoulder. "I'm Lewis. You two look so delicious. My pretty dollies." He snickered. "Bet you can't wait." He was starting to sound a touch loony. They were having second thoughts but there were no second options. They were dressed so girly, without any ID or credit cards, no cell phones, and carrying only the money they had so disgracefully earned. Lewis muttered a few comments to himself, adding to the atmosphere of wrongness. He pulled into a small parking lot alongside a cheap hotel. There was a sign that said something about restricted parking. He hopped out, scrambled around and opened one of the back doors. They got out uncertainly and followed him toward an unmarked side door. He opened it and went inside with them following, down a long featureless corridor, and out into a shabby lobby. There was an old Black man behind the registration counter and a younger one, tall and brawny, in front of it. They were smoking odoriferous cigars. "Hello, boys," Lewis squeaked. Then, deciding he had made a faux pas, he put his hand over his mouth and tried to look contrite. "I mean," he corrected, "hello, men. Look what I've brought with me tonight. Nice new dollies. So yummy." He grew serious and asked, "Are my usual accommodations available?" The man behind the desk assured him they were. The other one evaluated Charlie and Daryl with an inscrutable face. Both sissies were squirming inside at the way those eyes roved over them. Lewis pulled out a fat wallet and gave the deskman several twenties, then handed another to the stone-faced guy. Lewis put a hand on the middle of each of his finds' back and pushed them toward a flight of six steps covered in badly worn carpet. They climbed them as if they were ascending to a gallows. Lewis giggled, sounding mentally unmoored. He pointed at a door and said it was his special space. He called down to the two in the lobby, "If my toothsome dollies try to run away, I know you won't let them." The clerk nodded and the other one just stared. Charlie and Daryl wanted to flee. Or hide. Or something. Instead, they entered the room, which contained a sagging bed and a beat up dresser, along with a chair that looked like it had been salvaged from someone's trash. The sissies stood alongside the bed, trying to think of a way out of this. "Now girls," Lewis said, his voice enthusiastic. "I think you'll like what I have planned." Fearing something creatively bizarre, Charlie informed him, "We're not gay... Sir. Our wives, or rather one wife and one girlfriend, did this to us." He filled in some of the other details, hoping that would inspire sympathy. "Not gay," Lewis said thoughtfully. Then he burst out tittering. "Well, that's just perfect, good-good dollies. You don't want to... to... have guy things done to you. You don't want me to make you cum. You hate the idea of that, but it's exactly what Lewis is going to do to you. Make you cum. And make you like it. Love it." He cackled. "Tell me you don't want me to touch you." "Well," Charlie said, trying to sound reasonable, "we'd prefer that you didn't." Lewis was slowly approaching. "But you are paying us." "So," Daryl offered, "if you want to touch us... a little bit... that would be okay." Lewis hunched forward, arms bent, hands out front, as if he was stalking them. He got directly in front of Charlie and caressed his bare upper arms. "Soft." He kissed one. "And tasty. You've been sweating." He stuck out his tongue and licked spunk off Charlie's chin. "Flavorful dolly." Next he went to Daryl and sniffed his face. "You've been a busy dolly. Not gay. But sucking cocks." Lewis nuzzled his neck and kissed the bite marks Charlie had left. He slurped his ear, getting spit all over it. "Juicy dolly." The seemingly demented man sank down before Daryl, whose lips began to quiver. He felt so vulnerable in that unwanted outfit. When he glanced toward Charlie for possible help he saw only another figure as defenseless as himself. Lewis pressed his lips to Daryl's crotch area, ran his hands over his stocking tops and the bare thighs above. He got his face under the brief skirt and slipped his fingers up under his belly shirt and found his nipples. Simultaneously he began to lick his little pecker and toy with his chest. In spite of himself, Daryl got hard. Lewis licked his small balls, grabbed his butt, and pulled him so they were tightly together, face to crotch. He engulfed his penis and sucked hard a few times. Daryl told himself that his erection was only because he had been denied sex for so long. But doubts about his sexuality had been set into motion and would be difficult to reverse. Lewis stopped for a moment to ask them their feminine names. He laughed softly and repeated 'Darling' and 'Carlene' several times, as if he was trying to turn them into a mantra. Daryl breathed a sigh of relief but an instant later that hungry mouth was on him again. Remembering what Lewis wanted for his money, Daryl breathed, "I'm not gay. Honest. I don't want you doing that. Please don't make me come." He sounded sincere because he was sincere. This was revolting and deeply disturbing. Lewis ran his hands down and up Daryl's legs. "So nice." (suck, suck, suck) "So satiny smooth." (lick lick lick) "My special thinks-she's-not-a-sissy dolly." (swirl swirl swirl) Daryl moaned. He sobbed. He didn't want this to happen. His distress was Lewis's special entertainment. Talented fingers fiddled with Daryl's nipples. "Please," Daryl pleaded. "Don't finish me, Lewis. Don't make me... OH! I'M... I CAN'T..." And then he exploded. His body trembled. His muscles contracted. He fired his load, small though it was, smaller than any of those he had swallowed earlier, and Lewis gulped it down with gusto. Daryl sniffled and began to cry softly. He had been taken past his limits and would never again be sure of his masculinity. "Next," Lewis said merrily, gesturing for Charlie to take Daryl's place. As if under a spell, the second sissy put himself where he was wanted. Daryl sat on the edge of the dilapidated bed, held his hands together between his knees, and let his head hang down. Yet he couldn't keep himself from surreptitiously peeking at Charlie, the insides of whose thighs Lewis was nibbling as if they were some exotic fruit. His hands roved over Charlie's exposed skin. He lowered his shorts to his ankles and had him step out of them, then placed a half dozen kisses on his unimpressive penis, bringing it fully to life. He repeated the nipple stimulation, at the same time slipping in a compliment for Charlie's ruffled top. Charlie arched his back and tried to control his arousal. Lewis giggled and snaked his hands around behind him, pawing his bottom and teasing his most sensitive nether spot with one fingertip. Charlie made a valiant effort to contain himself. In a wispy voice the sissy implored, "Please, Lewis. Don't make me finish. Not like... like Darling. Don't make me... make me feel... make me feel like I'm..." That was as far as he got. Lewis's irresistible technique succeeded again. Charlie squirted out the meager contents of his testicles in three forceful shots before he slumped, standing there like his muscles had gone limp, which to an extent they had. His narrow shoulders shook. He whimpered. Tears of defeat slid down his rosy cheeks. Lewis looked from one to the other of his 'converts'. He held his hands about three inches apart and clapped them. "I did it. Two more dollies for my collection. Dollies with itty bitty dolly dicks." He rubbed his hands together. "And such a taste treat." He extended his tongue and wiggled it lewdly. "The distinctive flavor of dolly cream." Charlie went and sat alongside Daryl. Lewis came and kissed first one and then the other, full on the mouth, lingering, running his tongue over each of theirs. They had no will to resist. Then he made them kiss each other. Finally he handed Charlie his discarded shorts and watched avidly as he pulled them back on. They thought he might want some kind of reciprocal sex from them but apparently that wasn't part of his dream scene. He ushered them out of the room and down the stairs. The way the two Black men looked at them it was obvious they knew, or had a good idea, what had occurred, which intensified the shame the sissies felt. Lewis led them to his car and they got into the back seat once more. He took them to a spot several blocks short of where they had started. "Dollies need their exercise," he pointed out. "You can walk the rest of the way. Maybe you'll meet even more new friends." As they began to walk Lewis giggled and called out, "Sweetmeats, don't you want your money?" They rushed back, their burden of shame growing heavier still. He handed them each several bills and they hurried to conceal them in their bag and keeper. With the strange character's giggles ringing in their ears, they started again for their rendezvous point, eager to be picked up by girlfriend and wife. The walked seemed longer than it was. Lurking denizens of the neighborhood made rude comments and horrid suggestions. At last they were back where they had started a few hours ago, though it seemed like a lifetime. Daryl's wife and her bull of a lover pulled up to the curb. The pair of sissies were stunned to see Charlie's faithless girlfriend and her bedmate in the back seat. The sissies were not allowed to ask questions. They merely handed over their money and waited silently while it was counted. The total was divided in half and given to the women. "You know," Daryl's wife said impishly, "this was quite a coincidence, you two wimps ending up on the same corner." "For sure," agreed Charlie's girlfriend. "It's almost as if we had planned the entire set-up." She laughed and the other three joined her. Daryl's spouse went on, "Us girls had a terrific night of sex with these real men. You pussy boys paid for our drinks, and beer for these studs for the next few days. But we're still partying. So how about we give you bus fare and you take public transportation back to our place." A few dollars were given back to them. "Darling knows which bus to take. And which one to transfer to. And the right subway to ride after that. Plus the direction to walk for the last eight blocks or so. It's really late, so maybe nobody will notice you. But you'd better get moving. I'm sure the cops have been by once already, and they'll probably be back again soon." "Yeah," Charlie's girlfriend went on. "But at least after this you'll have a whole week to recover. You know, before we bring you back here next time for more fun and games." The car pulled away and raced to the end of the block and around the corner. The cuckolded husband and boyfriend looked at each other and began walking toward the bus stop, their feminine footwear adding a certain attractive swish to their hip movements. As they passed out of earshot, two hookers who had been listening in spoke to each other. "What was that crap about police? The cops never cared about this street and probably never will." "I know. Never seen one here unless they want some free head. So I guess that clever bitch was just trying to mess with those sissies' heads. Sometimes it's fun to do that to a guy when he's nothing but a loser wimp and deserves everything he gets." "Truth," concluded the other. Then, just because she liked the sound of it she repeated, "Truth." ********* (This was an effort to play with a theme I've been thinking about. If you liked it, let me know what other adventures might befall sissies like this who get put on the streets to sell their favors and earn money for their ladies. So many possibilities.)