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Comic Con Con By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter 4 Once she let go of the end of the poufy skirt, under went her head as she pushed it up a little and sucked on his naval. He could barely breathe trying not to explode as she held open the waist band, licking his rim and then dropped his skirt back down, staring at him before initiating a quick kiss. "I am so hot for you in this right now, that if this nurse could find a needle to keep you this adorable forever, I'd have shot you in the ass with it a hundred times, Natasha." Melissa lifted his skirt again and nibbled through all the panty ruffles with her teeth. "Really?" said another voice nearby, startling them. "Another young one, Melissa?" Benny looked up, in shock, seeing a large muscle bound biker guy staring in the doorway. He was completely bald, yet had a long nasty beard with multiple piercings in each ear and a skull tattoo on his neck. His jeans were filthy and his Metallica t-shirt full of holes. "Tiny, what the hell are you doing here? I thought you were away with the guys?" said Melissa, quickly dropping Benny's skirt back down and pulling out her head from under it. "Yeah well, we cut the trip just a little short when our dealer got busted." He looked at Benny while taking off his black leather silver studded jacket and tossed it on the dresser. "But shit happens, and we were able to sell off everything to some locals while we were down there, ahead of time." "Oh good! So please tell me that means we don't have to worry about getting raided again?" said Melissa, getting up from her knees and ripping off her gloves. "Right?" "That's right, Nurse slut-Lissa," said Tiny, touching her hair and leaning down as she pecked a kiss on his cheek. "So who's the jail bait?" "Oh stop, and she's not under age. It's just an outfit. This is Natasha," said Melissa smiling. "Natasha, this is my boyfriend's friend, Nathan. We call him Tiny. So where is he?" "Oh... hi Tiny," said Benny softly, as he was not sure what he should do, frozen, looking up at the huge guy towering over him. "It's ok, Natasha," said Melissa, seeing him dying from embarrassment. "Don't worry about him? He just looks scary?" "nice and hello Natasha? Cute outfits girls?" laughed Tiny. "Your man and some of the guys stopped for a few drinks just past the border, so I beat them back. Odds are he won't be back until the sun's almost up." "And then what are you doing here without him?" Melissa put her hands on her hips, giving him a look. "Grubbing food and some of his stash as usual, I'm guessing?" "Guilty!" Tiny explained. "I got a little too fucked up and blew most of my cash on a few bad bets, so until I get paid Monday, I'm broke. Your boyfriend is the best, so he told me I could hit his fridge." "That's his problem. He's too fucking nice to you bastards," Joked Melissa. "But how could I have not heard you pull up. I always hear your bikes." "Yeah, well that's my fucking luck lately," said Tiny. "My bike was acting up, so I switched it for my pickup and then stopped here, because I was having some serious cravings. From the look of things though, you must have had a nice party here while your boyfriend was gone, because this place is wiped out. I know he doesn't mind you having your fun with girls here, but I recon he will not be too happy when he finds you chicks ate all his good stash he cooked up." "Shit, Natasha!" Melissa said, getting panicky. "Tiny, you gotta go! I gotta fucking shop and get baking." "I'll hang with her if you want, and keep her company?" said Tiny with a grin. "Bullshit you will, you dirty dog! Like I could trust you at all! Get your ass out and come back later after I bake!" Melissa scrambled and shoved him away before pointing at Benny. "You... pretty girl in the back room, and I'm locking the door. Everybody just move their ass, because I've got so much to do because you're right. He will freak the fuck out!" As Melissa made sure Tiny was gone, she locked the front door and then grabbed Benny by the hand, leading him towards a room behind the garage. "I'll be back within an hour. You stay in here in case any other of his asshole friends show up," said Melissa, stripping as she walked and hopped into some jeans. "Maybe I should just change and come with you?" said Benny, getting nervous. "No, trust me, no one comes in here and do not touch a thing. Plus I can't waste time getting you ready. Just watch tv," said Melissa, clicking on a small tv before pulling on a top and then her boots. "Tiny's probably right that we've probably got until daylight until my boyfriend gets home, and once I toss the shit in the oven, we can continue while it bakes." "You sure?" said Benny, looking around. "What I'm sure about is that youm prior to your new and improved look, he wouldn't be too thrilled with, but you as the pretty Miss Natasha, then all is fine. I have chicks here all the time, and he finds it a turn on," said Melissa, initiating a deep kiss. "I promised you a long wild night, and it's far from over. When I get back, we'll pick up where I left off and I'm sure a few even wilder things might come to mind while I'm gone. Be back soon!" "But do I have to stay like this?" moaned Benny, dying to get out of the outfit. "Can't I...?" "Shit, sorry! You're right, you might have to go," said Melissa, pulling down his panties and pulling out her vibrator. "The bathroom is over there." "Oh thank you.. thank you," sighed Benny, relieved. "But what about the rest?" "Oh no, no, no pretty little girl! We may pick up where we left off if you can even make it without soiling those pretty panties while I'm gone." Melissa changed the channel and giggled. "Here watch this and it should keep you focused on being so cute. If I see that my little darling matures a little by the time I get back, then just maybe we'll advance her to a much sluttier level than even the lovely Agent Romanov." She pecked one more kiss and hurried out as she slammed the door behind her, locking it. He sat down to watch tv, rolling his eyes as she thought she was funny having clicked on cartoons for little girls. He went to the bathroom, peeing like a race horse as he could hear her motorcycle outside start up and speed off. It was strange to just hold up a skirt peeing, pulling up his panties and washing his hands. It was crazy to be alone in a strange house just dressed as he was, watching curly pigtails sway as part of his reflection as he dried his hands, annoyed at t seeing his own prissy image. When he came back out sitting in the chair, he clicked channels, trying to find some sports and then paused, hearing some odd noises as each channel's sound paused between changes. "What the?" said Benny to himself, hitting the mute button as he just listened to the odd vibrating sound. He just listened for a minute, realizing the sound was coming from behind a dingy brown curtain across the room and then started laughing. "She's so gross," smiled Benny, standing up and walking over towards it. "Why the hell would she toss it back there and not turn the nasty thing off. Like I even want to touch that shit, but better there than in me. I can't listen to that freaking buzzing 'til she gets back or it'll make me even crazier than now." Benny grabbed a piece of tissue paper from the bathroom, not wanting to touch what had been up his ass and then pulled back the curtain. "Holy shiiittttt," screamed Benny, almost shitting his panties as he dropped the toilet paper and jumped back. Touching a disgusting vibrator would be gross enough, but instead the rattling nose he heard reverberating wasn't her battery operated sex toy, but instead was emanating from another one of her boyfriend's pets. He had now found the spot where Melissa put away the huge python and even worse, the big guy was only one of many in her serpent collection. He backpedaled slowly, staring at the row of glass tanks, knowing now he had exposed them to the room's light when he pulled back the curtain. One by one, they seemed to be awakening, pissed off like he had just disturbed the rows of snakes like it was feeding time at the zoo. Below the huge Burmese, some bright emerald tree boas snapped at him, slamming their faces angrily into the glass. Between the rattling of the thick diamondbacks and the hissing of a cobra with his hood wide open, Benny was slithering against the far wall himself as he made his way towards the door. It could have been all the tainted brownies he ate making him paranoid, but he felt trapped and under attack, like he couldn't breathe, never thinking twice as he unlocked the door. Once he flipped the second deadbolt, he slammed the door behind himself, catching his breath as he leaned back against the door, sliding down to the floor. As the air returned to his lungs, he held out his hand, staring at it tremble and looked up, seeing a shadow enter his line of sight. "That was some scream, Natasha," said Tiny, reaching down and lifting him to his feet. "I rushed in when I heard it. You ok?" "Sorry, I didn't even realize I screamed that loud," said Benny as Tiny reached in, hugging him. "I didn't know there were snakes in there. I just got startled, and I thought one was out." "It's ok," said Tiny, breaking the hug but still holding on to Benny's shoulders. "They don't call him Snake for nothing, princess." "Oh, I guess I know that now," smiled Benny, taking a breath. "So let me ask you something, Natasha, and don't take this the wrong way? How old are you?" said Tiny, looking down at his mounds in the costume. "Obviously you're no little girl, and at least in high school right if you can handle the amount of weed you took in, let alone be out this late, fucking around with Melissa without your parents out looking for you?" "You serious! High school was over a few years ago," laughed Benny as softly as he could, covering his mouth. "Plus I haven't lived with family since way before then, as I really don't have much family, and I'm not from around here. I may be a little fucked up from eating too many brownies, but I don't look that young in this outfit Melissa got me into, do I?" "Well you do look nice and young, but that's definitely a good thing," said Tiny, picking him up and throwing him over his shoulder. "Let's go for a ride and we'll find out about that." "Tiny, what ride?" yelled Benny, stunned as his head was suddenly half way down Tiny's back as he carried him. "What the hell are you doing, put me down." "It's just a quick joy ride, cupcake," said Tiny, tossing him inside his pickup truck across the bench seat. "You didn't want to stay there with all those scary reptiles anyway." "Stop it!" yelled Benny, trying to open the passenger door. "Get me the hell out of this truck." "Child lock, so pretty little girls can't fall out cupcake, and put on your seatbelt if it makes you feel better," smiled Tiny, pointing to the panel on his door and pulling out of the driveway. "We're just taking a quick ride to see a few friends, unless you want to prolong it." "Don't touch me, and I can't go anywhere like this!" yelled Benny, pushing his hand off his leg. "Now cut this shit out and turn around." "Let me give you some advice, Natasha, if you don't want to be touched," said Tiny as they turned down and then got onto the highway. "Then you really shouldn't be dressed so sexily my pretty little cupcake." "I am not your cupcake, and I am dressed for Melissa," said Benny, pushing hard against the door but it wouldn't open. "Please just take me back Tiny. Let me out! You're scaring me." "If I let you out here, you'd really be scared, because there are some bad people out here that wouldn't treat you nicely like I would," replied Tiny, reaching over and touching his leg. "Now if you really never want to see Melissa again or anyone you care about then fine, I'll unlock the door." "Please Tiny. No fucking chance are you leaving me out here, and do not touch me. You're high and just calm down!" cried Benny, looking outside as they got off the exit ramp at the burnt out houses and seedy surroundings. "Don't be fooled by my outfit, and Melissa would not like this. Now back away and just take me back!" "No, don't you be fooled being picked up by that skank. You little bitches are a dime a dozen for her, and she picks up a little princess every chance she gets," said Tiny, getting nasty and turning towards Benny, looking fierce. "Plus you think I trust jail bate like you. You might really be old enough, but who the hell knows where your slutty ass has been, and I'm not into to catching anything again." "Again! Stop this, there is nothing to get from me. I'm a good...good gir... I mean clean and not some slut!" screamed Benny, shaking with fear. "Please just take me back!" "Yeah, I'm sure girls like you have spent plenty of time in the back, but It's a two seater with this nice comfy bench upfront, so that will have to do, my sweets," said Tiny, pulling up in a dark spot behind a trailer. "Now you had your fill of our brownies, but if you expect me to protect you, all I want is a little taste of some cupcake." "Please Tiny," Benny yelped as Tiny slid his way. "I'm not into boys. Only girls!" "See, that we have in common, and I'm no boy jail bate," said Tiny, grabbing hold of Benny and pulling in his face, pressing his lips against his for a moment. "Now we both know how sweet girls are, but that's because you've never tasted a real man like you're about to." "MMMMMmmmm," mumbled Benny, kicking and trying to scream to no avail as Tiny held on to him, kissing him trying to push his tongue into his mouth. They struggled for a few minutes as Benny refused to open his mouth, wanting to vomit just from feeling his grizzly beard scratch across his mouth and chin. When finally Tiny released him, he felt his hands moving under his dress and then grabbed both of them with his. "Stop it!" screamed Benny, kicking the dashboard, trapped under him. "Get the fuck off me?" "Oh you are a feisty little bitch! I like that!" said Tiny, chuckling at his anguish. "But you damn well better be sticking that slutty tongue in my mouth,if you know what's go for you? Now do exactly as I say and I'll let you keep those prissy little panties on, but fuck with me again and you'll find out if my crabs have healed. Do we understand each other, jail bate?" Benny was practically hyperventilating as he nodded, looking into to Tiny's blood shot eyes. He couldn't care to watch, closing his eyes, repulsed as he leaned in, scraping his face with his straggly facial hair, suddenly making out with a nasty biker. It couldn't have been farther from Melissa, as he felt himself weeping inside as their tongues exchanged kisses, and then happily Tiny pulled back and climbed off him after a few minutes. "You are a tasty little tart, Natasha," grinned Tiny, unbuckling his belt. "What are you doing? You said just kiss you and I did! I mean we did," gulped Benny, starting to flip out as Tiny was unzipping his pants. "Please put that away. Please! Please kiss me again if you need to. Just chill and we can make out." "Don't worry I'm a man of my word pretty girl, but see I told you you'd feel better kissing a real man." Tiny wiggled his sweaty ass from his pants. "Just because I said I'd let you keep those panties on had nothing to do with me and mine. Now it's been a long day, so let's get this cupcake licking the frosting off mine before I rip that pretty little dress off you and leave you out here for half the trailer park to snack on." All he could hope for now was that he was hallucinating from all the brownies, but instead they only served to heighten his senses, as Tiny's big hand grabbed the back of his neck. It was almost like he was palming a basketball as he wrapped his fingers around Benny's skull, forcing him down with vengeance as Benny cringed, closing his mouth as Tiny's loose manhood slammed across his cheek. A quick pinch of Tiny's fingers across his nape felt like he could snap off Benny's head as he writhed in pain, opening his mouth with a squeal as Tiny pulled him up a little and then in an instant down again he went with his lips wide open. There would be no missies this time as his manhood slid right into his mouth, dancing into the back of his throat. It was a sensation impossible to fathom and then suddenly his pigtails were as much Tiny's handle bars as they had been Melissa's. From zero to sixty his piston was humming in and out of his mouth as Benny's squeals now purred like an engine. Tug after tug it was hard to believe the friction his lips were creating, and even worse the moans of pleasure that now streamed from Tiny. It was bad enough Melissa had her way with him, holding him the same way, yet now another person was controlling him like this. The incredible games he had played with Melissa had now gone horribly wrong, and then the moment he dreaded yet hoped would finally end this disaster seemed imminent, as he felt him tense up. "Oh yeah cupcake! Suck hard, you fucking skank," yelled Tiny, until suddenly he pulled so hard Benny thought the pigtails almost ripped from his head. "One more deep throat, miss jail baaaatttteee!" As the explosion rushed down his throat, it was like his pigtails were wings on a plane being yanked and held outward on each side. He could barely believe this could have just happened, until finally he gagged down every ounce his throat could handle, as the rest dripped down his face, and then suddenly a knock at the window startled both of them. "Are you fucking kidding me, Tiny?" yelled a man. "Open the fucking lock." "Hey, Teddy," said Tiny, shockingly flicking the lock. "You're early, man." "No, you're five minutes late," said Teddy, opening the passenger door. "So this is her?" "Wipe your face and smile for the man, cupcake," said Tiny, flipping Benny off him as suddenly Benny was sitting up with the passenger door open and a stranger was looking at him, still stunned. "It's ok honey. Let's get you away from this scum," said Teddy, helping him out of the car as a woman came over, grabbing his arm. "You go with Melanie, and she'll clean you up." "Thanks," mumbled Benny, barely knowing what hit him as the woman began toweling all the goo from his face and helped him from the car. As he stepped to his feet, another girl joined her and he tried regaining his composure as they whisked him inside a dark back door.They were two middle aged women with immense breasts in sexy dresses, showing off way too many tattoos, as he was just happy to be freed from Tiny. When the door closed behind them, Teddy returned his attention to Tiny, and then took a wad of cash from his pocket. "And you know better than to sample the merchandise after we've agreed on a price. That's bullshit man. Don't you even have an ounce of self- control?" said Teddy, peeling off some hundreds. "Don't you dare try any shit after we have a price," said Tiny, watching him count. "This is a top quality jail bait looking bitch that claims she is over age. Now just pay me and you go figure out the rest." "Fuck you asshole. Half now and then if I see you're right, you'll get the rest in a little while," said Teddy, tossing some hundreds into the car. "I'll give you a table in the back and a few rounds on the house while I make sure. Now pull your fucking pants up, and I'll have her on in thirty minutes." Teddy walked away now and through the back door, leaving Tiny to count his money. When he got inside, they shone a flash light into Benny's eyes, interrogating him as he found himself now sitting in a small back room with Teddy and two scantily clad women. "That Tiny is an asshole?" said Teddy. "You just sit, and the girls will clean you up. You ok?" "Yes, thanks," sighed Benny, grossed out. "Can I please have something to drink? Anything to wash out that taste please." "There's no drugs in you right?" said Teddy, checking his pupils. "Just a lot of weed he said?" "I think so?" gulped Benny, confused. "Here," said one of the girls. "Down this and it'll take the edge off?" "So is it true you are already out of high school 2 years, Natasha?" said Teddy as Benny downed a stiff drink. "And where exactly are you from, missie?" "More than that? I'm twenty two. Wow that was strong!" sighed Benny as the girls were wiping his face and then suddenly powdering it. "Where am I? And I'm not from around here. I drove here from Albuquerque." "You do look so much younger, but that's a good thing if you're not bullshitting me, honey?" Teddy said as they handed him another. "Got any proof?" "Not on me?" said Benny, downing the second. "Not in this?" "Then I guess your word will do for now," replied Teddy as the girls began fixing his makeup. "And we'll help you change later after we clean you up, but for now this will have to do?" "Ok, anything else would be appreciated," said Benny as a lip brush was painting across his lips. "You mean like something less little girlish or innocent?" Teddy asked as they were brushing at his cheeks and then tightening his pigtails, pulling on the ends before brushing through them. "Yeah, I guess," said Benny embarrassed, looking away and seeing the thick gold barrel in one of the girl's hands. "Well you can walk in heels though, right?" said Teddy as one of the girls began re-curling one side of his hair. "Uuumm well yeah," said Benny, looking over, seeing that his loose wavy curls had been destroyed from tugging and were being redone. "Good, because that we'll have to change for now, and then we'll see about the rest later," said Teddy as suddenly the other girl was pulling off his Mary Janes. "Walking out in the flats just wouldn't work around here." "Oh but it's just that my girlfriend dressed me like this for some fun together, but at this point I'll wear whatever to get back there," Explained Benny as they were curling the other side now. "It's a long story, and I appreciate you and the girls helping fix me up." "Don't mention it," said Teddy smiling, looking him over. "Tiny said you were some form of stage performer. That wasn't bullshit either, right?" "It's true, and I did a whole show in heels higher than these yesterday if you can even believe that," smiled Benny as they finished his hair and then helped him to his feet. "So you'll help get me back now then?" "Now? Of course not! I just paid big money for you to perform on my stage now," said Teddy, grabbing him by the arm. "The whole little prissy thing goes over big here if you find a girl that can pull it off, and you Natasha, look incredible in the role." "The stage?" Benny gasped as Teddy dragged him from the back room through a small door. "Paid money!" "Yes doll, you're about to meet a different type of audience than you're probably used to," said Teddy, pushing him into a little room alone. "Now dance like the little slut we both already know you are, or I'll let them tear you apart. These pervs love to fantasize about a pretty little tart, and tonight you'll be in all of their dreams, princess." "No, let me out!" yelled Benny as the door slammed behind him, as the lights started slowly coming on. As he smacked the door with his palm, he quickly realized it was instead a handleless, mirrored panel, and as lights above him turned up a touch more, it was apparent he was standing in front of a three way, floor to ceiling mirror. He spun forward away from the reflection, seeing nothing but a gold pole centered in this small hexagon shaped room. In front of it, a red curtain spanned the 3 front sides of the hexagon, and beneath him he was standing on a red carpeted floor. "Please," yelled Benny, seeing the carpet start to slowly rise. "Let me the hell out of here. Holy shit!! I'm no stripper." "No, you're just a dancer, and they can only reach you from the thighs down if you cooperate," replied Teddy through a small opening in the door. "But if you don't cooperate, then trust me you'll be grabbing a lot more poles than this one. Now make love to that pole, and your fans, then I'll allow you to change in thirty minutes. Enjoy Natasha." "None of this can be happening!" screamed Benny, grabbing his face as suddenly his feet were brightly illuminated as the curtain slowly rose past his ankles. He was frozen, hearing some whistles and cat calls as he clutched the pole, wishing it would begin to rise with him attached, yet knew there was nowhere to go. Instead though all he could do was look down at his feet now in shiny pink patent stiletto heels that had a pointy toe, knowing they were the only change to his outfit, watching the light sparkle at his feet. Still pushing out of them were his white ruffle ankle socks that now glowed under the black light, and he turned away from the curtain, not wanting to look. That quick little twist towards the back wouldn't matter, as he was instantly face to face with his own reflection, with his palms on the glass, leaning forward. Just him bending over a little only served to incite more whistles as the curtain now fully opened. As it rose his new audience enjoyed the full view of his frilly ass as he was almost weeping, trying to hide his face, looking down. "Oh yeah!" yelled a man distinctly as Benny glanced out at all the men drinking and applauding, wanting not to look at all. "Now this is what we've been waiting for!" "And that's what we're talking about!" screamed another, seemingly salivating. "Shake that booty, you little shank." Like it or not, he could see scary guy after scary guy holding up bills in their hands as he cringed, seeing them staring at his rear end. Whether he intended to or not, his ass was vibrating in fear, which only invigorated them more as he couldn't believe he was stuck as the girl in the mirror before them! What had started as an innocent sex game had changed into him becoming the jail bait fantasy of an entire gentlemen's club as his mind searched for a way out that didn't exist. "I suggest you start dancing, Natasha or I will pull back my bouncers," said Teddy through the slot. "Trust me, if I do, they will tear you apart. Now I'm going to start the music, and when I do, get to work." To the left and the right of his little stage area, he could see a huge muscle bound bouncer looking out at the crowd. The dollar filled fists did seem to reach only partially onto his platform, and he quickly realized if they were relieved of their duty protecting him, that all hell might break loose. It was tough enough just to straighten his back as he leaned back against the gold pole behind him, flanked by men now tossing single bills onto his platform. There he was in pigtails with big bows, in a short prissy dress, showing off his silky panties like some dainty little girl whose outfit had shrunk, on display as the sluttiest sissy for every drunk and pervert to enjoy. They had pumped up his makeup, giving him over blushed rosy cheeks and sparkly eye shadow behind his already long lashes. The obvious trampy look was finished off with bright fuchsia, glistening over lined lips, as his mouth never looked bigger and seemingly more inviting. But inviting in anything wasn't something he wanted any part of, as he heard the first note stream from the sound system. He looked over his shoulder now as a spot light shone right in his face, and then almost jumped from his heels, feeling a hand grab his ankle. The pole was like a security blanket as he grabbed on and spun away from the grasp, only to spin right around towards the crowd as there was nowhere else to go. He was front and center holding the gold metal floor to ceiling cylinder, looking out at everyone going wild. At the moment, he thought to himself, if he could calm his nerves enough not to freak out, he'd be ok as he'd always been at home on stage. He had always loved being the lead vocalist and center stage icon, except not in heels or a dress! When he looked to his right and then left, he saw two strippers on either side and realized even in this, he was the center of attention. Guys were front and center near every pole dancer, yet at least three times the men crowded towards him. Scantily clad girls of various ages and looks in skimpy lingerie at either side of him were swinging around their poles, yet a vast majority of the fellas wanted a piece of him. When he looked down, a bouncer gave him a look before twisting his finger to get moving and then inched away from his side perch, following his subtle command. Like he was jumping off a cliff, he leapt to his pole and the rest was history as he swung his head back. As his pigtails swung around his head like a yoyo and snapped off his cheeks, he tried not thinking about how many hands had touched his legs with each slide down his pole. That a girl," yelled Teddy through the wall slot. "Now just prance in your heels, swing around and gyrate and you got this down pat, girl. You're already a hit. You're just a little girl again in the park, spinning around the swing set pole. Now just hold on like you did back then and spin around, princess!" It was such a small space, he had little choice but to keep moving if he didn't want to be pulled into the crowd. In some strange way, he just tried to picture himself as the little girl spinning like Teddy suggested, and luckily he was high enough to imagine it. He was prancing and dancing in a way he could have never known he could, yet even if it was horrible performing, the crowd loved every second. At least being as high as a kite, some of this seemed surreal, as he tuned out all the faces performing, and then finally the music ended as his curtain began descending. "Oh thank gawwwddd!" sighed Benny, extremely relieved as the curtain dropped and they let him out of the room. "I'm done!" "Nice job for your first time, honey," said Teddy, working on scooping up the money. "We'll help you change now." "Thanks, then you can help me get home now, please," sighed Benny as Melanie started unzipping him. "Please, I did what you asked, and I don't even care anymore if I even have to leave in this." "Yeah, you did what we told you for one shift, princess!" said Teddy with a grin. "You've got four more, and at least a dozen people already paid for lap dances. Now shut up, and let the girl's help you change." "Four more shifts! Lap dances?" gulped Benny, freaking as they held his arms and dropped his dress to the floor. "You mean by me?" "Hey, boss I don't think you got exactly what you paid for?" laughed Melanie as she started pulling off his panties. "What the fuck is this?" asked Teddy, infuriated at seeing the lump. "Holy shit.... that stupid mother fucker Tiny!" "No please!" Benny yelped as he stood with his dress and panties around his ankles as they stared at his limp member. "He'll hurt me. I..I... really wasn't trying to hide anything? I didn't ask for any of this?" "You're right!" said Teddy, holding up his hand. "When you're right, you're right, honey! Obviously if he knew what he had in you, then either a big tough biker asshole wouldn't have let you suck him off, or if he really knew, then he would have asked for much more money." "You paid him for me?" asked Benny as they grabbed his arms, pulling his bra open. "Hey stop it. Please, this is all nuts. I'm no one's possession!" "Really, I would have paid more, and as it is you must have paid top dollar for these prosthetics. Amazing work!" smiled Teddy, touching his silicon boobs before reaching under, grabbing hold of his little winkie, squeezing as the girls pulled an outfit over his head, trapping his arms inside it. "Now you've got four more sets, and some good clients to handle for me. Fuck with me and you really won't need to hide what I'm holding on to.... That's if you're even looking to keep it? Maybe we'd be doing you a favor?" "Please no," Benny pleaded, feeling it being twisted and unable to move his arms, wiggling. "Please, it's really sore, and of course I'm looking to keep it. I need that!" "That moron Tiny has no idea how valuable a lady boy as pretty as you could be! Does he?" said Teddy, squeezing harder. "I just have to be more discrete with who we let in on your little secret, because in the wrong hands, some of our clientele would be none too happy, yet the ones who would thrilled would pay quadruple for a pretty little thing like you, Natasha." "Please stop it! I'm not really a lady boy," said Benny, panicking. "Please don't call me that. This is just a big misunderstanding. Please, you're hurting me!" "Fine, I'll let you keep this for now if you cooperate, but since you're adamant about being a girl, not a lady boy, then we'll make the necessary adjustments," grinned Teddy, letting go down below and pushing at his fake breasts. "Do a good job and maybe I'll help you pay for the ones I'm sure a girl like you really wants. Fuck with me and you'll regret you ever liked being in dresses. Do we understand each other?" "Please Mister Teddy. You've got it all wrong. This chick I met gave me these, and she dressed me. It's what she's into," cried Benny as they pulled out his scrunchies, and his hair went into his face. "Boss, how authentic are we going here?" said Melanie as Benny felt a girls hand trade places with Teddy's, yanking him back and grabbing a handful of his hair forcefully. "If you want me to cut it off and make everything perfect on her, then I think I can." "Remember last time I had a girl like her that could pull off this type of outfit, we made a bundle," said Teddy as Benny felt something wrap around his penis tightly. "Snip off whatever you need to, and make her the little sissy they've been asking for." "Please, no," cried Benny, trying to pull down his hand and pull it away. "Are you crazy even thinking of this? Please, I'll do the sets and lap dances! Please, I'll do whatever you need, no problem!" "But that's not what I'm...." Melanie started to say as Teddy stopped her. "Well then..?" smiled Teddy, sweeping the hair from his Benny's face, looking into his eyes and holding out his hand towards Melanie. "That's quite enough of that Melanie. With our friend Natasha being more agreeable to performing,then we'll ease her worries, so why don't you just tuck that back for now." "Thank you," gulped Benny, feeling a moment of relief. "Oh... yes of course boss," smiled Melanie, wrapping some duct tape around it and yanking it back. "And wait, I can do even better than that, if you want me to use one of our falsies we use for effect, and it'll hold the rest really well." "I like that, and that will allow you to use some of your recent training, Melanie," smiled Teddy. "That's awesome! I've been dying for the right opportunity," replied Melanie, getting excited, taking down a few boxes from the shelf. "She'll be perfect for this. Lori, come help me." "Plus, that should make her quite a bit more comfortable under the circumstances, since she's really not ready to come out fully as a lady boy just yet?" said Teddy. "Right dear?" "Yes please, tucking is fine," moaned Benny, trembling. "Please, tucking I can handle." "Good, then sit back, take a seat and spread wide, but absolutely don't move, Natasha," said Melanie, taking the plastic cap off a pink razor as Lori pushed him back onto a leather nutshell shaped modern chair. "We've just got to go to more of a landing strip before we pull back, and then this will hold perfectly." Lori now held his legs up and parted them wide as Melanie bend down slicing away some of his pubic hair on each side and then completely off his balls. It felt weird yet sensitive as it happened so quickly before she followed spraying something sticky atop his penis and ball sacks. "Wheeewww," gulped Benny as she manipulated him with so much force as inside went his testicles like he was Black Widow except now he could feel her press so hard against his crotch and hold it. "Don't move for two minutes just to be safe while it takes, and I'll make it look natural with your own pubes," said Melanie, with a scissor and pic in her hand. "Consider this your last man-scaping, and when I'm done, trust me what curly Qs are left down there will hide any seams once I pull them through. Now sit back and let Lori fix your other head while I handle the other one." It was the craziest series of small pinches as she pulled at each and every little pube, making sure they were exactly in place. He could care less about anything happening to his hair on top, as her nails constantly poked into his crotch as he sat with her uncomfortably working between his stretched out legs. Hair after hair she carefully yanked and them trimmed until finally two minutes became five, then ten as she had him continually lifting his legs open wide into the air. When her blow dryer finally came on, it felt like a torch on his crotch and then he could feel her finger pushing, wiggling underneath him. "How's that feel, Natasha?" Melanie asked, moving her index finger against the bottom of his tucked memeber. "Really weird?" said Benny, confused, trying not to fidget. "Like I'm stuffed." "Well maybe because you didn't let her arms out yet," said Lori from behind, working on his hair. "Yeah well, we do have her stuffed like a sausage in more spots than one," giggled Melanie, picking up a scissor. "Eyes closed, and we'll safely finish that cutting, sweetie." "But no! We had a deal that..!" cried Benny as he almost jumped up. "Ssshhh chill. It's not that. That little thing is perfectly safe tucked away," replied Melanie, as she now brushed through his hair in front. "The only cutting is so we'll finish off your pretty new look, since Lori's just about finished in the back. You're on again in five minutes, and if you think you drove them wild last time, then they're about to empty more than their wallets this time." Just the thought of what she said sent a shiver down his spine as he shook, hearing the constant shearing around his face. "Please, Natasha," said Melanie, starting his face. "Eyes closed, and be freaking still. There are no do overs here if you fucking twitch again." "Sorry," sighed Benny, feeling the heat near his ears and then near his forehead. Between hairspray and the constant pulling, he sat there knowing he'd be back on soon. He already knew what to expect, and this time he had already agreed to it yet, how much worse could it get he feared, as finally they were touching up his makeup again. "Stand up, and let's fix you," said Lori, pulling his arms out from being tucked. "I hear the last song before she's on." He felt his arms go inside his outfit, and then her tightly zip up the back. A few tugs getting it straight and then a quick touch at his lips before finally he felt them no longer touching him. "Oh ladies!" said Teddy, coming back inside. "Wonderful work, and this looks even more perfect on such a pretty little ginger." "Thanks boss," said Melanie. "You can open it and time to go Natasha. They'll go wild just seeing a peak of the drapes now matching the carpet on this little tramp." "Especially those gross bastards that aren't allowed anywhere near pretty little things like she resembles," smiled Teddy, scratching his chin. "I'm going to charge them ten times the rate for a lap dance with you, Natasha." "Holy crap!" gulped Benny, as he opened his eyes, grabbing the ends of his dress and shaking his hair. "Teddy, please, I can't go out there like this. Please, even put me in something slutty like the other girls." "They see slutty every night, and at either side of you," said Teddy, shoving him right through the door. "Very few girls of age can pull off what you can. You, my dear, are unique in so many ways." Benny looked down, wondering if the warm sensation he felt was his own urine streaming down his legs, but instead it was just a touch of lotion squirted on by Lori as she rubbed it on him. It was hard to believe they could have found an outfit more slutty than what he was dressed in, but instead there he was, the little lamb about to be fed to hungry wolves. As they closed the little back stage door, there would be no initial shock about what to expect as he stepped further into the dark pentagon and leaned back against the pole, wanting to cry. When the lights started to slowly come on, he knew exactly what he was in store for,, as ready or not the curtains began to slowly rise. When the front drape rose up just an inch or two exposing his familiar white ruffle socks atop patent black shoes, the roar of the wolves erupted as they thirsted for their lamb. He was that lamb chop that they craved with an unwavering thirst, except this time they had taken their lamb and sissified him even further, like the sluttiest little Bow Peep like prissy. As the curtains fully opened and he clutched the pole, it was like a paper back fairy tale had been crossed with bad porn as the music went on. It took him two or three deep breaths, and then he shook his head, not believing the extent of their work. "Let's go, princess," said Teddy through the opening. "You promised me no issues, so get to work, or trust me I promise I will. Now work it girl, before I let them turn you into chopped meat!" Benny took one last breath now, stunned at how he had been remade from a dainty slut into a complete little sissy. On his feet, black patent pumps and white ankle socks were similar to before, yet now everything else was completely pink. It was hard to believe it could be even worse than the delicate dress Melissa had him in before, yet now the big, puffy skirt was dramatically shorter, completely exposing him. Underneath it, thin pink lace panties mostly covered his ass with some ruffles, yet barely covered anything in front, being semi-transparent. A tiny pink satin bow sat right in the middle of his flattened crotch, and above it, an inch of his auburn pubes were clearly on display. Even worse, the thin lace left the clear impression of shapely vaginal lips behind it, as somewhere underneath all this he was expertly hidden beneath his latest prosthetics. Seeing his image, he instinctively pushed down on the skirt, but all it did was pop right back up from the sewn in, unwavering underwire. He was a little girl with her panties on display for all the world to see, and everyone that did see, wanted to do much more than that. He had complained non-stop earlier when Melissa's girls made him over, yet now he'd give almost anything just to have his hair straightened like Black Widow again. He had no idea if that would even be possible again, swallowing hard, looking at himself, yet at the moment he knew he still had more shows to do. He reached up, at least realizing that the cutting was up top instead of below, knowing thankfully his manhood was somehow trapped underneath, but just seeing his new appearance didn't make it any easier. In front, the cutting had created cute little bangs, and behind them his entire head had been twisted into dozens of doll like, thick barrel curls. It looked so much shorter, as the springy auburn coils no longer draped down on his shoulders, yet sat atop each other in four or five layers. When he pulled one straight out, he realized his hair was still long, but also that the coil was going nowhere fast as it recoiled, snapping right back in place. With pink glistening lips, and his entire face done in a palette of pastels, he could hardly keep his composure, feeling himself tremble as he pushed down on his dress again. It was the daintiest dress that a little girl could wear, in pink satin decorated with lace and bows, yet now he was in it. He closed and then reopened his eyes, astonished at all that had transpired, as this all seemed so surreal that he was the sissy in the petite dress. From Black Widow to pretty in pink, he was in a shiny satin dress with puffy capped sleeves, a slim satin bodice with a high rounded neckline, and the short puffy underwire skirt. A small bow sat delicately in the center at the rounded neckline inside, and around it on each side, sat a pink lace overlay collar. The same tiny bows sat at the edge of each lace trimmed sleeve, and also around the hem of the short skirt. Around his waist, a thick pink silk ribbon formed a sash before ending in a big bow in the back, and atop his head, the matching ridiculously large pink silk bow held his springy curls from his bangs. "I'm so screwed," said Benny to himself, swallowing hard as he turned and everyone went wild. Suddenly, rather than raunchy heavy metal like he swung to earlier, the DJ incited the crowd even further as the silly "Good Ship Lollipop" song instead oddly emanated from the club's speakers. Once again, he was completely disturbed by every touch on his bare legs, and money now flew at him like a ticker tape parade. With even the slightest twist of the pole, there was no way to stop the troubling feelings in his head or the momentum of red curls springing one way and his skirt popping higher the other way, with each step. At least it eventually turned to girly pop music as he danced as best he could like the sissy they screamed for. Just playing the part had him feeling sick, yet the outfit didn't need much help, as their hands seemed to never stop touching him. Gross guy after guy wouldn't stop grabbing or screaming for him, and then without warning, after about ten songs the bouncers lifted him off stage. "Put me down!" cried Benny, kicking and screaming as hands were all over him as they carried him through the crowd. "Please, I'm doing my act. I'll dance more. I'll dance faster. Teddy, help!" "You're fine, Natasha." Teddy's voice sounded as they put him down in a corner chair, alone. "You're safe in here. It's just time you met some of our good customers between sets." "Oh?" said Benny, realizing he was in a chair in a corner in a private room and then looked over, seeing four Asian men. "Hi... fellas." "They only speak one language well, and it's not English, Natasha," said Teddy, looking over at the men and nodding. "But I don't speak Chinese," said Benny, knowing that's not what he meant. "It's the universal language we all know, and they're not Chinese, honey," replied Teddy, standing up and leaving. "Be gentil with her gentlemen, if you expect a long night of good service. This is just a taste, and you can see how delicate she is. Enjoy your first lap dance Natasha, and don't worry, I'll be leaving Bruno with you. Now chop chop girl." As the door closed, the men rushed over, and suddenly all hands were upon him. He wanted to die, being touched and kissed by the mob and swiftly Bruno stepped in. "Sit down and she'll come one at a time," said Bruno, pushing them back as they raced to their seats on command. "Get moving. Time is limited, and they pay by the minute." "Ok!" yelped Benny, being lifted by the arm and shoved towards them. "Ok, I'm going." He had received many lap dances in strip clubs, but now began as the stripper this time as he found himself now sitting atop the first lap. Being touched on his legs and under his skirt completely creeped him out, and then he jumped up when a hand entered inside his panty. "Sit forward! Make love with your eyes into theirs, and gyrate," said Bruno, pushing him right back towards the man. He wanted to die, sitting back down, straddling both of the man's legs inside his, and then sliding his ass back and forth. Bruno then lifted Benny's arms around the man's neck and pushed his fingers up towards his hair. He had been on the other end of this quite a few times, but now was stuck staring into his almond shaped eyes and rubbing his fingers right through his hair. It was complete insanity having to rub his ass across his crotch, feeling it rock hard and then accept the kiss of the total stranger. That first kiss was almost as gross as with Tiny, yet this time he just accepted the man's tongue, letting it wander through his mouth. With his hand rubbing right against his panties as they kissed, he now regretted all the lude acts he had done himself in strip joints, now understanding how cold and gross it felt as the recipient. "Ok, time's up. Move down and pick up the pace," said Bruno, tapping his shoulder. "Ok," nodded Benny, sliding back while fighting back tears before getting to his knees, getting ready to unbuckle the man's belt. "No free bees, Natasha," said Bruno, pulling him right up. "The night is young, and they haven't paid for any of that. I meant the next man. His time is up, and you've got four more sets and many more dances." "Sorry," said Benny, relieved, springing to his feet and right onto the next lap. "I'm on it." With each dance he got better, gyrating and sliding around sexily and by the tenth or fifteenth, he lost count. Every set of eyes he looked into almost seemed lifeless now, and every boner was just another bump in the road under his crotch. At least he was still pretty high with things a bit fuzzy, so happily all the gross faces of disgusting men of many creeds and colors weren't resonating in his mind. As much as he had to at times look directly into their pupils, he more looked through them, kissing so many total strangers while dry humping like it was all a hallucination. With each encounter being mostly short leaving no lasting memories, they had him working his way through more patrons than he could imagine. In the end he left with nothing except a bad taste in his mouth, plus that of cigarettes or alcohol before finally he was again back stage on break, being changed yet again. As the night wore on, his buzz began wearing off, and yet he had no fight left in him, more easily accepting his role as a dancer and boy toy, worried more about the acts he'd be expected to perform once his last performance had ended. As they changed him for his third time on stage, he wasn't even at the half way point yet, and his body already felt numb. He was pretty sure they might have drugged him even further when they allowed him a few drinks, but either way there was nothing he could do about it. They at least allowed him a few pretzels as he sat while they pulled out his ribbons and began separating his ringlets. The little bit of salt tasted like filet mignon, as they almost could have done anything to him as they were raking through his curls and then re-curling some of it with an iron that looked as thin as his index finger. He gave no trouble to Lori as she gingerly pulled just a few tight little ringlets into some sort of tiny pigtails this time, and wound in tight bands above each ear. He just stood there conserving whatever energy he could as Melanie redressed him, dropping a new outfit over his head and pulling through his arms. When she spun him, he could see the full effect, as gone were the doll like barrel curls, yet some precious looking little girl still remained? His youthful looks, which he thought would be an asset as he got older instead had betrayed him this evening, as all he could do was just stand now, even flinching as they tied in his small bows before Melanie zipped up his dress. They had taken the dainty little pink sissy and re-dressed her, looking like it was her first day of private school, except there would soon be nothing private when he'd hit the stage. Like it or not though, he was adorable in a white short sleeved blouse above a grey, dark green and navy plaid romper, whose skirt gave a full glimpse of his white panties, like of course no school girl would. Under it's peter pan collar, a plaid cross tie sat perfectly in the center and matched the adorable plaid bows in his hair. Behind his bangs, his hair had been middle parted and arranged in two very small crown-sectioned, front side high pigtails on each side, which barely waved with each movement. From each mini crown pigtail, six or seven of the tiniest perm like tight barrel curls hung down behind their hinge pined plaid bow, and a shiny snapped in navy beret sat at each temple. Behind his ears, the rest of his coils had now been separated, forming an explosion of springy, tight curls like a perm at the back of his head as he turned, knowing once again none of this could be good. He had at least graduated from sissy to a young precious school girl skank, but either way the disgusting clientele would once again be killing each other to get their hands on him. Inside his hexagon oasis, he went, grasping his pole as at least in there he was safe from any predator for a few minutes, until he'd have to serve the crowd individually. He spun around, swinging his skirt like it was second nature now, oddly more comfortable than ever as he slid up and down the pole. He looked out, strutting and dancing without noticing thing anymore, as his focus was on tuning out all the perverts that couldn't wait to get their hands on him. He no longer even had a clue about how deep they were into the night, as his only reference of time was being measured by the length of each song he'd be dancing to. When one song transitioned to the next, seeing his bouncer grunt, being pushed back into the stage caused him to look down at the odd situation, and then he wasn't sure if his eyes were deceiving him as he looked down at the scene. "Don't you fucking move an inch, Bruno," said a gruff voice interrupting his zen and then reaching out his hand. "Come here, little girl. You are Natasha, right?" "Uumm yes," shivered Benny, seeing a revolver pointed at Bruno's head. "Now come," said the man, holding out his other hand. "I won't hurt you, princess?" "Hurry up, Natasha," said Melissa, stepping out from behind him. "Unless you're looking to stay here." "Melissa! Never happier to see you!" sighed Benny, taking the man's hand and suddenly being carried by him in his left hand. With Benny's arms clinging around the man's neck, he pushed right through the startled crowd as they began getting unruly until he seemed to know exactly where he was going, kicking open a back room door. "So where is that mother fucker Tiny, and I think you took something that belongs to my girlfriend didn't you, Teddy," said a gruff voice as Benny hung on as a huge bulky biker slammed the door behind them. "Is that's hers?" Teddy asked with the fear of death in his eyes. "I am so sorry, Snake. I didn't know. Please take her, no problem." "Enough with the bullshit," said Snake, cocking the trigger. "Where's Tiny, and how did this happen?" "He's passed out in the other room, and please take anything else you want, Snake," said Teddy, pissing his pants. "I don't want any trouble with you, or any of you! Please, you and the boys are great customers, and you know you're always welcome. He just brought her in and sold her to me! I just wanted a dancer that looked like jail bait, that wasn't really underage. You know how the fellas enjoy that." "How much?" asked Snake, pissed off, pushing the gun forward. "Three grand, but I only gave him half so far," said Teddy, holding out a wad of bills. "Here take it, Snake. Please! I told him he'd get the rest if she worked out, and after she did her job." "You better not have hurt her," said Snake, shaking from anger. "No, no one touched her," cried Teddy,cowering. "Well not in that way. All she did was pole dance, perform, and do lap dances. Kissing and petting, but nothing else." "You're full of shit, Teddy," said Snake, grabbing his collar. "No really!" cowered Teddy. "I mean I won't bullshit you, Snake. She probably would have blown half the place by the end of her last shift, but she couldn't do more anyway. Pretty and innocent as she looks, she's still a lady boy underneath, so regular sex wasn't happening of course." "You're so full of..." said Snake, cocking the trigger as he reached under Benny's skirt, feeling nothing. "No, it's a prosthetic," said Teddy. "Fake, like all the other shit on her." "Mmmmmelissa?" Snake said with his head on a swivel. "Well," Melissa came over, pulling down the gun and kissing her boyfriend as she gently pulled down Benny from his arm. "Yeah, I kind of helped make her life more normal, but she's just a girl with a tiny weenie problem... You know like a tiny weenie weenie, but trust me, she's a girl. Look at her, honey? Look how cute she is." "Melissa, this is more fucked up by the second," said Snake, shaking his head. "I don't mind you bringing home girls. We agreed on that, and I'm cool with it, but..." "But nothing.. look," said Melissa, rubbing her boyfriend's arm and flipping open a video on her phone. "She sang last night at Comic Con, and look at her as Black Widow. Sure, she needed my talents to help her, but could any regular boy look or sing that sexy?" "I guess not," said Snake, as she leaned in, sticking her tongue in his mouth. "Exactly, honey," said Melissa, breaking the kiss and petting his hair. "Now go have fun kicking the shit out of Tiny while I change her into something we can get out of here in. I doubt it would look too good having some little school girl in a romper on the back of a Harley in the middle of the night." "Yeah, good thinking." Snake kissed his girlfriend firmly one last time before grabbing Teddy's forearm. "Now show me where fat boy is, and I'll meet you outside in five minutes, pronto." "Perfect," winked Melissa as they left, and she immediately pulled back his panties, looking under and getting pissed. "Mother Fucker!" Melanie and Lori giggled at her frustration and then stopped, seeing her anger. "You cunts have got some nerve," yelled Melissa, going nuts as she ripped them off Benny. "Where the fuck do you come off doing that to her." "You kidding," said Melanie, snapping back as Melissa pulled off his romper. "First of all, we had no idea this was anyone's lady boy, and second you should be grateful we protected that little shit down there, or one of our customers might have snapped it right off during little prissy's lap dances. The bitch can grind like she's done it before, and begged us to make him even more of a sissy than when we found him." "What!" said Benny getting angry as she pulled off his blouse. "Melissa I...." "Shut up, and I'll deal with that later," said Melissa, turning and looking at him nastily before bending down, undoing the straps across his ankles. "Sorry," nodded Benny nervously in the crossfire as she pulled off his socks and shoes now. "Ok bitches, show me the adhesive that you used, so I can fix this and I want my outfit she came in! Plus the pink sissy thing you had her in, and I'm taking what she's wearing too," said Melissa, pointing as she pulled off his bra. "Now get them and get the fuck out of my way while I find something she can leave in without drawing any more attention." "Here," said Lori, tossing her the adhesive. "It's good shit, and be careful if you plan on keeping any pubes." "You stupid bitches," said Melissa, looking at the label and shoving it in her bag. "You know how much work this will be. I can't even fuck with this for forty eight hours!" "Yeah, well it's not like we're training in those rich bitch stuck up makeup artist's classes like you," said Melanie as Melissa pulled out his bows and bands. "I've been training too, but half the shit we learn this is in the backroom, and it's served us fine. Now just admit that shit looks really good on the little twat." "Yeah convincing in the dark, you dumb bitches," replied Melissa, tossing clothes everywhere. "Don't you have anything here that you can actually wear outside?" "It's a strip joint," said Lori, rolling her eyes with a smirk. "Everything we've got here draws attention." "These will do," said Melissa, holding up some jeans. "Hey," yelled Lori. "Those are my jeans I came in today." "And thanks, they should fit her. Good thing you're not too hippy," Melissa held them up, stretching them a little and giving her a dirty look. "I'm sure your boss will understand you leaving in his lingerie under the circumstances." "Whatever," said Lori, annoyed as she held them out against Benny. "And your vest must have looked so cute with them? How could I have mistaken you for such a glitter chick?" teased Melissa, taking more of her stuff and then looking over at Melanie. "So now with that settled... Melanie, your boots are about a 9, right?" "I fucking hate you! I just fucking bought these," Whined Melanie, unzipping her spikey black leather boots and nastily tossing them towards Melissa. "Eight and a half. I hope lady boy's toes don't cramp too much in them." "Glad you were worried! She's an eight, but we'll make due," said Melissa, pulling out a thong and bra from a drawer and looking back at the girls. "And since you were both just so accommodating, take off your earrings Lori, and of course Natasha will be so grateful for your bracelets and every fucking ring, Melanie." "You suck, bitch," said Melanie, tossing the jewelry at Melissa's feet as she snapped Benny's black lacy bra and he stepped into the little thong. "You know I do love sucking, and I would have been sucking all night except...." Melissa helped Benny into the jeans. "Some stupid bitches ruined my fun by gluing shit over my girlfriend's private area." "That's a shame," uttered Lori, sarcastically rolling her eyes again as Melissa fastened his jeans and then was buttoning his vest in the front. "It really is?" giggled Melanie, as Melissa was zipping Benny's feet inside his boots. "Accidents happen. Now you've got what you want. Please get the fuck out. Here, take my back pack too. I shoved all your fucking costumes inside." "Yeah, I guess I do and thanks," said Melissa, changing Benny's earrings and sliding on the jewelry. "And nice job on the curls, ladies. So cute on her. Interesting you didn't miss much detail, and it's almost a shame they have to go, but of course they no longer go with her look. Hope you don't mind this last little thing, me using your gel." "Like you're actually asking?" said Lori as Melissa was raking through his hair with her fingers, pulling them out. "Exactly, I'm not," said Melissa, giving her a nasty look. "Maybe you should be. Sissy loved her curls," teased Lori as Melissa was soaking them with a spray in gel. "Right, little princess?" "You know... Maybe she did, but I don't think she asked for a haircut," said Melissa, glancing over at Lori, annoyed, hearing Snake's motorcycle gunning outside as she kept raking through curls with her nails. "She only lets me do her hair." "Yeah, we got that now, and all we cut was fucking bangs. Perfect for a sissy, and big fucking deal," said Melanie, folding her arms. "Now I think I heard your ride, so please let us go back to work, and I'm sure my boss will be back in soon." "Yeah, I can't keep my boyfriend waiting. Excuse me a second," said Melissa, turning and walking behind them, putting the spray bottle back on her vanity. "But you know my professional opinion is you ladies could use a little trimming yourself, and I've got just one last second to help you before I go." "Ooouuccchhh," yelled Melanie as Melissa grabbed her pony tail from behind and then Melanie looked down at the floor, stunned, hearing a noise that couldn't be. "Holy shit! No!" "You mean yes, and let me not forget the bangs, honey," said Melissa, grabbing the back of her remaining hair and then slicing crooked short bangs across her forehead. "Now how cute is that Melanie?" "Are you crazy!" yelled Lori, seeing her friend's ponytail on the floor and then Melissa lunged at her, grabbed her by the neck, holding the scissor near her jugular. "Yeah I am bitch, and don't you move, Melanie," Melissa ordered as Benny stood amazed as Melanie shivered, freaking out at seeing her hair everywhere. "You better never fuck with me or anyone associated with my boyfriend's gang again. Now turn around, because you need my professional opinion too, right?" "Melissa, please, you don't have to so this?" cried Lori, turning around. "I love my hair." "Of course you do, and you'll be cute in bangs, too," said Melissa, cutting al