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Transitions III by Desiree Pleasence Chapter 5 - The Works As Sherri put the car in park, rolled up the windows and turned off the ignition, what she had been up to finally penetrated my mind. It was basically trial by fire. Instead of coddling me, she had been pushing the envelope, forcing me to confront my new reality. Rather than waiting for her, I got out of the car and closed the door. When she got out of the car, I was leaning on the roof of the car, arms crossed, looking at her as she closed her door. "Okay, Sherri, I get it now." "Do you?" With that, she pressed the key fob. The car started honking repeatedly, the lights started flashing. I simply nodded and smiled. As she strolled around the front of the car, I shifted my stance. By the time she got to me, I was leaning my side against the car with one arm extended, resting on the roof, my fingertips repeatedly drumming as if I was impatient. I stuck my right hip out in an exaggerated pose, my elbow out, my hand resting on my hip. "Yes, I see that you do" Sherri said with a smile. "Yes, I do, Sherri" I replied as I raised my right arm. I placed my right hand behind her neck, pulled her to me and kissed her. Not a little peck on the lips, a full-blown kiss, opened mouth, plenty of tongue. The horn was honking, the lights were flashing the entire time. Sherri pulled her head back just a little, giggled, smiled and exclaimed "Good girl, there's my Barbie doll." She backed away and grabbed my hand. In the process, she used the fob to disable the panic alarm and arm the security system with her free hand. As she did, I took in the street scene around me. Since it was a Tuesday, the streets and sidewalks were quiet, but not deserted. It's a typical Fort Lauderdale weekday, a mix of tourists window shopping, some of the early office lunchtime crowd emerging from the office buildings. Some pedestrians were openly watching us, obviously enjoying the open display of lesbian lust. Others seemed shocked but hadn't turned away. I saw one young couple with child scurrying away, the woman pulling the hands of her child and spouse, saying "This town really is a freak show." However, the man's head was turned back, looking at us over his shoulder. He smiled and winked. Poor guy - a kinkster with an uptight wife. The sparse traffic, which had briefly paused, resumed. The first car gave a short honk as it passed us. The second car slowly rolled by, the passenger window rolled down. The driver, a pretty young lady, leaned over as she rolled past, knowingly said "You go, girls" and blew us an air kiss. Fun! I could definitely get used to this. When I turned around, I was greeted with another surprise: a gaggle of women were in the window of "A Cut Above." Every one of them with outstretched arms, clapping with their wrists rotated, chins tucked down towards one shoulder, mischievous smiles and a twinkle in their eyes. A gesture now known in certain circles as "The Pelosi." Entering the salon, the little bell mounted over the door was drowned out by taunting jeers. "Sluts!" "Always the exhibitionist, eh Sherri?" "You'd better not let her corrupt you, Barbie." "Go away, ya think we want the likes of you in here?" As one young lady headed towards the reception desk, a woman hooked her arms in ours. "Don't pay them no never mind, Barbie, this is now your home away from home. Hi. I'm Renee Roxx. This is my salon. We're here to make fantasies become reality. This is Suzanne, our receptionist. She'll get your profile started and then the magic begins." Suzanne proceeded to politely and professionally gather my information. Name, phone number, e-mail address, birthday and such. Now firmly in the spirit of things, I gave her Barbie's femme name, e-mail address and, for my birthday, March 9th. Suzanne spoke more loudly. "You hear that, ladies. Today is Barbie's birthday! You know what that means! I'll send out the alert." Returning to a normal tone of voice, Suzanne continued, "Let's see, for today we have you down for..." Suzanne was interrupted by the sound of the door opening, accompanied by the little bell ringing. What the hell? In walked the "You go girls" lady that had driven past us. Getting a better look at her, she looked vaguely familiar. She walked right up to Sherri and said "Sherri...Sherri D'Oliveira, right?" Sherri, ever so polite, said, "Yes, but I fear you have me at a disadvantage." "I thought so. It's me, Jacqueline Bardot. Remember, I represented the buyer for the Shaw sale last summer? "Oh, yes, of course I recall. Sorry I didn't recognize you, you've changed your look a bit, haven't you." "No apology necessary, Sherri. Yes, I have. New hair color and style. After all, what's the point of being a girl if you don't have a little fun, eh?" "So true, Jacqueline, so true..." My memory started functioning. Yes, Jacqueline Bardot, I remember her. Originally from Quebec, now a U.S. citizen by way of a failed marriage. Nice lady. Delightful French accent. Seemed to share our attitudes about the profession. Working together to achieve a shared objective. No stupid pissing contests. A good deal is one where everyone feels like a winner, not some silly zero-sum game with clearly defined losers and winners. Oh, yes, I recalled Jacquie. There was an aura of sexual tension throughout the transaction. Sherri and I had debated who it was that she wanted. We had amicably concluded with a laugh that maybe it was both of us. "Speaking of fun, Sherri, that was some show you put on outside. Whatever would Terrence think?" Jacqueline inquired. "Gee, Jacqueline, I don't know, let's ask him. Hey, Barbie, what would Terrence have thought of our little show?" "Gee, Sherri, I guess I would have been both aroused and envious. But that's irrelevant, being part of it and all." Sherri audibly gasped. "Terrence?" "Terrence is dead," I deadpanned. Then, adding a friendly lilt to my voice, "Hi. I'm Barbie D'Oliveira now. So nice to see you again. It was a delight working with you, Jacquie." Jacquie, obviously stunned, was rescued by Sherri. "Say, Jacqueline, Barbie and I are opening our own brokerage - Transistions Realty. Is there any chance that you might like to join our team?" "Well, I haven't been giving any thought to jumping ship. But now I am. Sure, I'd LOVE to join you and Barbie." I had no doubt in my mind that there was a double-entendre there. I'd wager a big commission that she'd like to join us in more ways than one. I was also impressed by her rapidly making a major decision like that. No hemming and hawing, no equivocation. Decisive. "Fantastic!" Sherri replied. "Tell you what, I'll give you a call next week. Better yet, if you can, why don't you stick around? Barbie's got a big day ahead of her. I think you deserve a bit of pampering. Our treat, consider it an early signing bonus." "Why, thank you, Sherri. I think I will. Thank you so much, but there's no need for you to pay my way. I'll let you get to it! Maybe I'll think of some other way for you to reward me in the meantime" Jacquie said with a wink. At that, Suzanne resumed. "Let's see, Barbie...oh, yes, we have Barbie down for..." Then, more loudly, "...THE WORKS." At that, all the girls in the salon slowly started chanting, "The works, the works, the works." The chanting rose in a crescendo with each iteration until a vision appeared before me and slipped her arm through mine and started leading me into the salon. "Hi, I'm Heather, the salon coordinator. I'll also be doing your hair today. Please, come with me." As the chanting continued, I asked Heather what it was about. "Oh, it's just a bit of girly fun. Whenever somebody is going for a total makeover, we make kind of a production of it. It's meant to make the lucky girl feel special, that she's the center of attention. Today, that's you. It's your special day, Barbie." Sherri stood by idly, grinning, obviously wanting this to be all about me. As Heather led me further into the salon, I saw another beauty wrap her arm around Sherri's waist. I overheard her say "Since Heather is going to attend to Barbie, I'll be taking care of you today, Sherri." Heather took me to a small room in the back and instructed me to disrobe. After I removed my blouse and skirt, she handed me a cute silky pink robe to put on. As I did, Heather commented "I've seen some of your web cam sessions, Barbie. You're a very naughty girl. I love naughty girls. Today, we're going to give you the look to match your spirit. Just put yourself in my hands and Heather will take good care of you. How about you? Do you like naughty girls? She squeezed one of my buttocks, digging her talons into it in the process. Without waiting for a response, she said "Now come with me to my workstation, said the spider to the fly." I sat down in the salon chair. Heather started running her fingers through my hair. "Hmm, let's see what I have to work with here. Yes, I can do something with this mess. Good, you've let your hair grow out a bit." It was true. My hair was unfashionably long for a male. Ever since childhood, I had hated having my hair cut. My father had always had to drag me to the barber in tears. I had never wanted my hair cut like a boy's. As an adult, I was sporting kind of an androgynous look. My hair was parted on the side, the sides swooping below the ears to the back of my jaw. The back was only just below my shirt collars, however. I'd always wanted to let it grow out, but my desire was repressed by my stupid efforts to conceal my true nature. Heather continued her musings. "Well, obviously, you're going to want to let your hair grow out. We're going to color your hair a very bimboesque platinum blonde and shape it up. Sherri and I considered even paler highlights but concluded that a single color would look even trashier and make it easier to touchup your roots every three of four weeks. After that, we'll enhance your look with 18" clip-in human hair extensions that I've already prepared in your new color. I'm sure you'd like permanent extensions, but they're not really permanent, would have to be removed and replaced every six weeks or so and we don't want to destroy your fine hair with glues, sew-ins or tape. Finally, we'll frost the tips with a cute shade of light pink like you've gone on about online. Since we don't want to fry your hair, the pink will be a temporary spray on color. You can decide if you want permanent pink frosting down the road. To anyone reading this: I'm not going to bore you by reciting the step- by-step procedures of my makeover. You're big girls. If you want to know more, make an appointment at "The Cut Above" or your local salon. Or, if you don't have the nerve for that, jump on Google and YouTube and you can learn how to release your inner self there. There's no substitute for hands-on pampering, but you can learn everything there and even purchase what you need anonymously. When all was said and done, Heather stood behind me. All she said was, "Well, what do you think?" I sat there trembling and short of breath, my heart beating rapidly. I couldn't believe it. I was fucking hot. I looked like a model, or an actress...or a porn star! My tresses were to die for. The front still swept over and to the side. The sides feathered and fluffy, the pink tips loose and breezy, courtesy of Heather's magical curling iron. Instead of it all being one length, Heather had layered and texturized it all with her special scissors. It was impossible to distinguish between my real hair and the extensions. My hair was so full, with so much body, my face looked smaller. My hair fell over my shoulders, all the way to my elbows, which were resting on the arms of the chair. I already knew that when I stood, my locks fell three quarters of the way down my back, almost down to the small of it. I took in the reflection of my face in the mirror. Terrence was dead. I was all Barbie. It would be impossible to pretend to be a boy anymore. My eyebrows were super thin and arched, also dyed a lovely shade of blonde. They were much, much thinner than the full style that's so popular these days. They screamed "I'm a woman. I love being a woman. A woman who enjoys being a bit of a bimbo, too." I raised my palms to lift the feathery locks and admired the three brilliant pink rhinestone studs that Heather had pierced into each ear. I looked like such a babe, especially with my bright pink fingernails, which now extended half an inch beyond my fingertips. Back to my face. It was amazing! Heather's ministrations with foundation, contouring, blush and highlights yielded miraculous results. My eyelashes were long & full, courtesy of three applications of jet black mascara. Black eyeliner, top and bottom completed the look. Well, maybe it was the eye shadow that completed a look. Multiple shades of pink and blue adorned my eyelids, with sparkling white frost just below my eyebrows. My glossy pink lips looked like they were made for kissing and sucking cock. Taking it all in, I realized I looked like the girl of my fantasies. I could give the babes of the television reruns in my youth a run for their money. Judy Landers. Pamela Lee Anderson. Anna Nicole Smith. I was a walking wet dream come to life! Heather repeated herself more emphatically. "Well, Barbie, what do you think?" Startled back to the here and now, I responded. "Oh my God, Heather, you truly are a magician. It's like you read my mind, stole my dreams, made them even better and brought them to life. I want to jump through the mirror and ravage that sexy bimbo I'm looking at!" Heather smiled a knowing smile and simply said "Thank you, Barbie. I know just how you feel!" I turned to the side and took in Sherri's visage as she sat in the next chair. The magic had been worked on her as well. Her hair was cut and colored the same as mine, except she didn't have the pink frosting. Her brows were as thin and arched as mine. The same contouring and color scheme. She'd even had two new piercings in each year and wore six of the same pink rhinestones as mine. It was almost like I was looking at myself. We could pass for sisters! But my reaction definitely wasn't sisterly, well maybe it was, incestuously speaking. I wanted to fuck her here and now. It would almost be like fucking myself. ?Lord, Sherri, I want to jump your bones. What do you think?? I said as a held my hands to the side of my face, framing my face with my extending fingers and their long pink nails. ?I say ?Go for it, bitch. Take me. I?m hot, ready and wet for you already, Barbie girl.? At that, Renee came over and took Sherri?s hand, saying ?Hey, none of that. What kind of joint do you think I?m running here? You think I want a couple of rutting bimbos soiling my stations with their sex juices? You bet I do, but not now. Come with me, Sherri, it?s time for Barbie?s birthday present. Yours, too, Sherri. You?ve refused our kindness for too long, I?m not taking ?no? for an answer any longer. If you still refuse, feel free to find another salon.? Renee spun Sherri?s chair around and pulled her out of it in one swift motion as Heather did the same with me. We looked at each other, shrugged and let ourselves be led away. There was no point refusing, not that we wanted to. Chapter Six ? Initiation. ?Suzanne, lock the doors, forward the phones, make sure that the security cameras are off and instruct our neighbors to close off access to the courtyard? Renee called out as she us to the back of the salon. To the rest of you: please join us or leave, you know what?s happening. Cheers erupted and song broke out: Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Barbie and Sherri. Happy birthday to you. No one left. The place was definitely crowded. As the day had gone on, more and more women had filtered into the salon, just milling about as in anticipation of something. With the staff, there must have been thirty visions of feminine delight gracing the salon. Not a single wilting violet among them. All were exquisitely made up, as one might expect in a beauty salon. As we passed the dressing room, Renee volunteered that Sherri & I should feel free to get our purses if we might desire a cigarette. We did and we did. Renee then led us out a backdoor. Much to my surprise we entered a tropical courtyard, which even featured a gurgling fountain, enclosed on all four sides by other businesses. This being March, the temperature and humidity were quite comfortable, especially with all of the tropical foliage. The foliage also served to block the view from nearby skyscrapers. Who would have imagined? Renee yelled out, ?Champagne for everyone.? A table by the entrance held a plethora of champagne glasses, already filled. I felt so elegant strolling into the tropical oasis, holding a flute of champagne in my now feminine hand. ?Okay, Barbie and Sherri, you sit here side by side in this loveseat? Sherri instructed. Heather stood behind me. Sherri?s hairdresser Katherine stood behind her. They started massaging our shoulders as Sherri and I lit up. Hmm, champagne, a massage and a cigarette. What else could a girl want? I was to learn soon enough. After the rest of the ladies entered the courtyard, Renee spoke up. ?Okay, everyone, your attention please. As you all know, today is a special occasion. Today, we celebrate Barbie D?Oliveira?s birthday and her joining the sisterhood. Furthermore, Barbie?s wife, Sherri D?Oliveira has finally consented to partake in one of our birthday celebration. Fine time, right?? Everyone applauded. When it died down, Renee stood in front of Sherri and another woman stood before me. Now, some introductions are in order for our new sister. She and I have already met. Barbie, standing before you is Gillian Kane, the owner of the boutique next door, ?The Rest.? I?m sure you?ll be getting to know her quite well. Besides us are our respective daughters, both special girls like you. This is my delightful daughter Ruby. Besides Gillian is her daughter Kandy, who is still trying to feign that she?s not one of us. She?ll come around. To the rest of the ladies: there is one new item of business. I have learned that Barbie and Sherri will soon be opening their own real estate brokerage, Transitions Realty. I trust that you will consider them for all of your real estate needs.? ?Now, as for the celebration. You all know the rules. As the mistresses of ceremony, Gillian and I each get two minutes. Since it is their first time participating, Ruby and Kandy will also get two minutes. After that, you each have a minute. You were all given a ticket, which indicates who you are assigned to. Their names are followed by your assigned number. You know what to do when your number is called. When the next number is called, get out of the way or, as you know, your name will be removed from the guest list for the next celebration.? ?Let the initiation begin! Ruby, Kandy, give us the cushions.? Renee and Gilllian placed the cushions on the ground and kneeled before us. ?Heather, start the clock.? I heard a slap and a chime. Before I knew what was happening, the ladies had our smocks untied and open and were pulling our panties down. Neither Sherri nor I resisted. ?Okay girls, spread ?em? Renee squealed. Before the words had finished escaping her lips, the ladies used their hands to spread our legs apart and dove into our crotches with their faces! Renee started lapping at Sherri?s vaginal valley. Gillian wrapped her lips around my cock and started sucking at it. She was gentle and tender at first. But, as I rose to the occasion, she started bobbing on me wildly. I couldn?t believe it. Here I was, getting a fantastic blowjob with all these women looking on. The bell chimed. ?One minute remaining, ladies? Heather pronounced. I looked over. Renee had progressed to licking, sucking and even nibbling Sherri?s engorged clitoris. Sherri looked at me and said ?See, I told you woman had secrets and fantasies, too?. Ruby and Kandy moved closer, obviously preparing to take their turn, the outlines of their erect cocks clearly visible on their tight miniskirts. Sherri and I laid back in the loveseat and smoked indulgently. The bell rang again. Renee and Gillian promptly scooted aside. They were promptly replaced by Ruby and Kandy, who took up where their mother?s had left off. What? Didn?t Sherri say they were underage? Fuck it, what could I do at this point? ?Ladies, I?m glad to tell you that Sherri is as delicious as I have dreamt,? Renee pronounced. ?Gillian, what?s your verdict?? ?Barbie is just as delicious. Her precum is as sweet as sugar, no bitterness,? Gillian responded. All I could do was stare at the pretty girl as she sucked my cock. She was more tentative than her mother. She seemed to be enjoying herself. But, in her eyes, I sensed trepidation, like she wasn?t totally in the spirit of the event. There has to be a backstory here. An unknown nurturing instinct blossomed in my mind. I caressed the back of her head. ?Kandy, you look so beautiful. You are so beautiful. Thank you for helping me celebrate my birthday, darling. I?m looking forward to getting to know you. I hope we?ll become close friends.? The bell chimed. ?One more minute, girls,? Heather announced. Kandy, seemingly soothed by my words, seemed more enthusiastic. She was looking into my eyes as she began sucking harder. Looking over, I saw that Ruby was simply sucking on Sherri?s clitoris as if were a nipple. Sherri looked like she was definitely enjoying Ruby?s suckling. She took another drag on her cigarette, leaned her head back and exhaled a thin stream of smoke towards the sky. The bell chimed again. Ruby and Kandy scooted aside but I could tell that Kandy didn?t want to go. She looked into my eyes as a daughter would into her mother?s. They seemed to say ?Let me stay with you.? Sherri was trembling uncontrollably. She?d obviously had another orgasm. Out loud, I said ?Women are so lucky, able to have multiple orgasms.? The next pair of women took their places. I was flabbergasted to see Jacqueline Bardot?s ruby lips wrapped around my glistening member. Oh yes, it WILL be a delight having her on our team! Heather?s massaging stopped. She walked around the side of the loveseat. I looked up at her as Jacquie was sucking the head of my cock. The way she lubricated my knob with her saliva generated wet slurping sounds with each stroke of her lips. Heather smiled down at me. ?Hey, Barbie, special girls like us can have multiple orgasms, too. Would you like me to show you how sometime?? ?Oh, yes, Heather. Please.? ?You got it girlfriend. It will be my pleasure. I?ll be in touch. I do have one more instruction for you. When you think you?re about to cum, wave your hand. As your creator, so to speak, I get your cum.? I nodded my head several times as I breathlessly said ?Okay, Heather.? The bell chimed again. A new pair of faces were buried in our crotches. I looked over to Sherri again. She was obviously having another orgasm. Or was she? Had she ever stopped trembling? Was it all one extended orgasm? I?d have to ask later. I was enjoying myself too much to ask right now. The little goth girl who had her almost black kips wrapped around me as looking at me with an evil glint in her eye. Her expression seemed to say ?You don?t know how lucky you are, bitch. You don?t really deserve this.? Fuck her. I wrapped my hands around the back of her head and pulled her all the way down my shaft. I felt a brief moment of resistance before my head slid into her throat. When I let loose, she pulled back and squinted with a look that said she was going to get me for that. Yeah, right. Sorry, I?m really not into the S&M or B&D scenes. However, looking at her, I imagined her attempting to dominate me. The bell chimed. And chimed. Each time, a new pair of faces were going down on us. I lost track how many women had sucked on my giant clit. I realized that a fair number of the women had had unladylike bulges in their crotches. They were still women as far as I was concerned. You get my point. The bell chimed again. I looked down, amazed. Renee was between my knees. Gillian was greedily and rapidly rubbing her tongue directly on Sherri?s nubbin. The implication sunk in. The women were now coming back for seconds but were switching between Sherri & I! It meant that at least 15 beautiful ladies on sucked on me! This was wilder than any fantasy I had ever had or heard. Men! They really have no clue. The feeling of my cock slipping down Renee?s throat, her lips wrapped tightly around the base, snapped my mind back to the here and now. The bell chimed. Before I knew it, Ruby was slurping on me. Kandy was eagerly licking up and down Sherri?s slit. Each time Ruby reached the peak of the valley, she tickled Sherri?s clit with the tip of her tongue. That did it. I felt the first nascent tingling that foretells an eruption. I don?t know where I found the energy or the presence of mind to remember Heather?s instructions but I waved my hand languidly. It took a split second but Heather caught on. She dropped to her knees and gently nudged Ruby aside. ?Don?t go anywhere Ruby, stay here by my side, girlfriend.? Heather wrapped her lips around the head of my cock just in time. I immediately started cumming. And cumming. And cumming. But Heather never swallowed. I could tell. Her Adam?s apple never bobbed. Not once. Her cheeks swelled. A trickle of my cum dribbled out the side of her mouth. Ruby moved in, stuck her tongue out, licked it off, drew her tongue back into her mouth and moaned. Seeing that, my cock swelled again and I felt even more cum go into Heather?s mouth. Finally, Heather withdrew. My still erect cock slipped from her mouth. She squeezed her swollen cheeks together. A generous amount of my cum fell onto the head of my cock. Heather cupped her hand behind Ruby?s neck and pushed it gently towards my groin. Ruby wrapped her lips around my cock and sucked it all off. Heather squeezed more cum onto my cock. Again, Ruby sucked it all off. Heather did it again. This time, Ruby licked it off, tickling the underside of my crown with the tip of her tongue rapidly, like she had done with Sherri?s clitoris. Heather drew Ruby?s lips to hers. She squeezed her cheeks in tightly, pumping the rest of my cum into Ruby?s mouth. Ruby?s cheeks swelled. Then she squeezed it into Heather?s mouth. Cum was dribbling out the sides of their mouths. Heather squeezed a lot of the cum back into Ruby?s mouth. But not all of it. As they gazed into each other?s eyes, they both swallowed. Their appetites were still not sated. They commenced licking the cum off the sides of each other?s mouths. I had never seen anything so beautiful. I reached over and wrapped my hand around Sherri?s. I imagined doing the same thing with Sherri. I knew that, eventually, we would. Oh fuck. What?s happening? I was getting light headed. My pulse quickened. I felt chills running up and down my spine over and over. I started shaking and couldn?t stop. I was short of breath. I was gasping for air. I threw my head back and started moaning. I started yelling. ?Yes! Yes! Oh my God. YES! YES! YES! OH! OH! YEEEESSSSSS! My chin fell to my chest. I just sat there whimpering. ?Yes. Yes. Yes.? I felt like I was melting. The only thing that kept me from weeping was not wanting to ruin my makeup. I realized that I was grasping Sherri?s hand so tightly that my nails were digging her palm. As I regained my senses, I loosened my grasp on her hand. But she didn?t withdraw her hand. Instead, she squeezed my hand firmly. I opened my eyes and gazed into Sherri?s face. The look on her face and in her eyes was pure love. I saw tenderness. I saw hunger. I saw pride, like the proud look on a teacher?s face when their student has finally grasped and understood a difficult concept. Oh God. I love her so much. She smiled, like she was reading my mind. Like she knew each and every one of my thoughts. She squeezed my hand tightly, digging her nails into my palm. I started shaking screaming again. ?Oh fuck! Not again! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! No! No! No! It?s impossible! How can it be? All she did was look at me, smile and squeeze my hand. NOOOOO! IT?S IMPOSSIBLE!? My body shook even harder. I squeezed Sherri?s hand tightly again. ?YEEEEESSSS. ALL SHE DID WAS LOOK AT ME!? I threw my head to the side so that it was resting on my shoulder and looked at her again. My field of vision started narrowing. Everything to the sides melted away. It was like looking through a camera lens as the iris slowly closes when you change the depth of field. The last thing I saw was one of her eyes. Then nothing at all. I slipped into unconsciousness. When I opened my eyes, all the women were gathered around me with looks of concern and wonder on their faces. How could they have moved so quickly? They were scattered about when I closed my eyes. Heather lifted my chin. ?You okay, Barbie?? ?Oh yes, I?m more than okay,? and started laughing uncontrollably. All of the girls joined in. My laugher finally subsided. ?Welcome to the sisterhood, Barbie. That, my dear, was lesson number 1 in Heather?s course in multiple orgasms. There are more lessons to follow.? A realization spread on my mind like the sun rising on a dewy spring meadow, rays of light sparking through thousands of dew drops. I had never had a real orgasm before. Baby orgasms, perhaps, just the smallest hints of the real thing, but never a REAL orgasm. Ejaculating is not an orgasm. They?re so much more, so, so much more than merely cumming. And now that I understood them a bit, I knew they?d come more freely in the future. I just had to learn to let go and let them consume me. I turned back to Sherri and started to speak. She raised her outstretched index finger to her lips and made a ?Shhh? gesture with her lips. She?s so wise. She?s right. Words aren?t necessary right now. ?Here, Barbie, I think that calls for a second glass of champagne.? I gladly accepted the cool glass that Renee?s hand offered. Feeling my overheated fingers come in contact with the cool moist drops of condensation on the glass did it to me again. I shuddered. I trembled. The chills up and down my spine. My senses were awakened, as if they had been slumbering my entire life. Amazing. I took a sip of the champagne. The bubbles felt like they were dancing on my tongue. I swallowed. I could feel the chilled fluid tickle my insides as it flowed down my throat into my stomach. How could I not have noticed that before? Every nerve of my body was standing at attention, like golden stalks of wheat in a field, blowing this way and that with the slightest breeze. ?Here, Barbie, have a cigarette. There?s nothing like a post-orgasm cigarette.? Looking up, I saw Gillian holding out the pack of Virginia Slims in front of me, the lid already flipped open. I reached out and used my pink talons to grasp the filter of one and started to pull it out of the pack. Oh, that?s beautiful, seeing my painted nails, both delicate and dangerous. I started trembling again. As soon as I had withdrawn the cigarette, Sherri?s hand reached out and took one as well. She raised a lighter to the cigarette I held between my index and middle fingers, the filter between my still glossy lips. As she pressed the button and the hammer squeezed the piezoelectric quartz, I thought I could hear thousands of little electrons screaming as they released the voltage to ignite the flame. I sucked heavily, filling my mouth with mentholated smoke. As Sherri transferred the flame to her own cigarette, I inhaled deeply, feeling the cool smoke fill my lungs. I could feel that first initial rush of nicotine spread to my brain and through my limbs, so relaxing. After a moment, I exhaled a plume of smoke. ?Come on, Gillian, let?s leave the lovebirds alone to gather their wits,? Renee said. As they retreated, they were lighting 120s of their own. I looked around. Ruby and Kandy had lit up as well. Kandy was staring at me as she smoked, a look of wonder on her young face. As Sherri and I smoked, fragments of conversation drifted into our ears like bubbles floating across the room from an unknown source and bursting in my ears, releasing the words they carried. The women were milling about, murmuring. ?That was the most beautiful thing I ever saw.? ?Did you see that? All Sherri did was look at her and Barbie had an orgasm and passed out.? ?Fuck. Why can?t I have a love like that? Don?t I deserve it?? ?I hope they know how lucky they are to have discovered each other.? ?True soulmates.? ?I may have to steal that Barbie girl away.? ?Don?t bother trying, can?t you tell that she?s in love?? ?I say go for it. I?ll take Sherri. She?s the one who can induce an orgasm with a single glance.? ?I think it?s time to ditch my boyfriend.? ?Good, when you do, take my husband. Please.? ?If that?s what happens, I think I?m going to have to feminize my Gerry?. I?d heard enough. I tuned it out and looked at Sherri, mouthing, ?I love you,? silently. ?I love you back,? she mouthed. As we stubbed our cigarettes out, Renee?s MC voice filled the room. ?Okay ladies, it?s time for the grand finale. Heather, position please.? Heather started strutting towards us saying ?What?s the fucking point? I?m so goddamned jealous right now I doubt I can get it up.? A knowing laughter, tinged with remorse, came from somewhere. ?Yeah, I know what you mean, Heather.? Heather stood before me. She untied her smock and shimmied out of it till it fell to the floor. ?Barbie, look me in the eyes.? I did. Heather stroked her limp, though substantial penis. She stopped, saying ?It?s not there, I want somebody to look at me like Barbie and Sherri looked at each other. It?s pointless. Sorry ladies.? ?Heather. Look at me.? She returned my gaze. I spoke to her. ?Heather. You do realize that was because of you, right?? The faintest hint of a smile tickled the outer corners of her lips. She stroked her cock, which started coming to life. ?Yeah? Really?? ?Yes, Heather, really. It was so beautiful, the way you took all of my cum in your mouth and shared it with Ruby. THAT was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. Tender. Oh so decadent. It was beautiful,? I murmured. Heather stroked her penis, now fully erect, again. A drop of precum formed at the slit. I leaned over and licked it off with the tip of my tongue. ?You?re as delicious as you are beautiful as well, Heather.? Another drop, even larger, emerged. I licked that one off, too. ?Heather, I don?t think I?ve ever had a real orgasm before today. I have YOU to thank for that. And I intend to. I want lesson number two in Heather?s course in multiple orgasms, after all." Heather?s pace stroking her cock quickened. ?We?ve just met and you?ve already taught me so much. Thank you, Heather. I?ve learned that an orgasm is more than just cumming. It?s so much more. It?s physical stimulation. It?s visual stimulation. It?s mental stimulation. It?s tenderness. And it?s raw sexual energy. It?s all of those things combined. It overwhelms the brain. It goes into overload, sending wild signals coursing through your body, You feel it in every pore, from the tips of your toes up. I want to learn so much more from you. I want to feel that beautiful cock fucking my ass as well.? Her pace increased even more. ?Look at me, Heather. Am I pretty?? ?Damned right you?re pretty, you?re a Heather now. I made you look like that.? ?That?s right, Heather, you did. I?m Barbie, but I?m also a Heather. I?m your creation. Do you know what I want?" ?No, what do you want?? ?I want you to feel your cum filling my mouth like mine filled yours. The first load of cum I ever get. I want it from you. I want to share it with Sherri like you shared mine with Ruby. I want to prove to you that I?m an able student, worthy of your lessons. Please? Won?t you please pump my hungry mouth with your cum? I?ll try not to spill any. But if I do, I?m not going to lick it off. I?ll wear your dried cum on my face like a gold star on an ?A? paper. I want the world to know that Heather has created me, a cum hungry slut. That I?m proud to be seen by the world with her dried cum on my face. Won?t you do that for me? Make me a proper slut? Please?? ?Damn, girl, you do have a way with words. Open up. Come and get it.? She grasped the back of my head and pulled my open lips to her cock. I wrapped my lips around them as tight as I could. She pumped and pumped my mouth, filling it with her cum. When she had stopped throbbing, I backed away so she could see my swollen cheeks. Sherri and I proceeded to give her the show she had given us. It was heavenly, feeling the cum passing back and forth between us, like a cock that kept on cumming and cumming. I felt some trickle out the corner of my mouth. As promised, I didn?t lick it off. Finally, Sherri and I swallowed looked at Heather?s face, into her eyes and swallowed her nectar. I looked up at Heather, joy in my eyes. Cum on my face. ?What do you say, Heather, do I pass the course?? ?Fucking A, you pass. No, fucking A plus, you pass.? At that, she started shaking. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She closed her eyes and started to collapse. Gillian and Renee rushed over, slipped their arms under her hairless armpits and gently lowered her to the floor. She quickly regained consciousness. Still lying on the ground, she looked around at the faces peering down at her. She smiled. ?It?s official ladies, Barbie is magical.? Applause filled the room.