Thelma and Me Summer of 65 part 2
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The fix - Part 1
I woke up feeling like shit. Come downs are a bitch, and the shit I was
getting from my dealer was cut with god alone knows what, but it was the
best I could afford. I hunted around and found a vodka bottle with one
last swallow left in it, I rinsed my bird cage mouth and savoured the
burn as it went down my throat. The liquor was as good quality as the
junk I was scoring, it was crap, but it did the job.
I needed to get out there and earn my next fix. I ran my fingers through
my long, lank, greasy hair, threw a coat on over the clothes I'd woken
up in and left the squat. I knew my best bet of getting the money I
needed would be the busy crowds wandering the mall. At least dipping
bags and picking pockets was less effort than shoplifting and then
trying to sell the stuff. I never got what the gear was worth anyway. I
just had to watch out for the rent-a-cops, I knew where all the camera
blind spots were, so it was only eyeballs I had to worry about and there
were always ways of avoiding those.
It was a slow day and it took me longer than expected to generate enough
cash to pay Candy, if it had just been for my next fix I would have had
enough in half an hour, but I owed her for what she'd let me have on
tick and I knew my credit was running out. I had to keep her sweet, she
had the best junk in town. By the time I got to her place it was later
than I wanted and to make matters worse her light was off. That meant
she was with a john and I would have to wait. I went into the alley and
waited just out of sight. I watched the streetwalkers hustling, and
found myself wondering, not for the first time, what it must be like to
rent yourself out to anyone with the cash to pay, anyone! I shuddered at
the thought. I'd been hard up in the past, but never so desperate that
I'd consider that. I knew a few of the rent boys, it wasn't unusual for
me to score for them, especially if they owed the dealer for their last
fix, but to earn a living like that. No way!
It felt like I was waiting for ever, I knew it couldn't really be long,
nobody seemed to spend too much time with Candy, but they always came
away smiling. Then I saw her john step out of her apartment building. I
knew it was her punter because she came to the door with him. He licked
his lips nervously, gave her a brief smile and hurried off into the
darkening night. Candy looked across the street, straight at me, and
gave a little nod before disappearing back inside the building.
I walked nonchalantly down the street to an alley a little past her
apartment building, a quick look over the shoulder to check I wasn't
being watched, and I ducked down the narrow way. I went in the rear fire
exit, which Candy had left ajar for me, and made my way to her door,
which again had been left open for me.
"God you stink!" she said by way of greeting.
"Well excuse me. But the squat doesn't exactly have running water,
unless you count what comes down the walls when it rains."
"Well Joanie, before you come any further into my apartment you are
having a shower. You know where it is, the rags you were wearing last
time are in there also. I washed them for you," she said turning away.
My name was Johnny, but her accent always made it sound like Joanie. I'd
tried correcting her in the past, but she always replied, that's what I
said, Joanie, so I gave up.
I went into her bathroom, stripped off and kicked my things into the
corner. I stepped into the shower and set it to as hot as I could stand.
I actually liked being clean, but the shower gel she had always smelled
of flowers. Not a very masculine smell, but I knew from past experience
that she would only send me back if I didn't use it. I lathered up,
including my hair as she never left any shampoo but always expected
clean hair too, and stepped back under the running water. It was almost
too hot to bear, but it felt good to clean off the accumulated grime. I
stepped out of the cubicle and dried off with one of her large, fluffy,
towels, wrapping my long hair in a smaller one.
Once I was dry, I pulled on the boxers, jeans and t-shirt I'd left there
last time. They were freshly laundered, and again had a strong floral
scent. I stepped out of the bathroom and went to see her in her lounge.
As usual she was sprawled on the sofa, scantily clad as always. It was
her uniform I suppose, but she did look good. Her long legs sheathed in
fine, glossy, black stockings the suspenders of her garter belt
stretching up under her incredibly short skirt, which barely concealed
her satin panties. A satin bra pushed her ample breasts up and together,
giving me a wonderful view of her lovely cleavage. Over the top of it
all she had a virtually transparent black negligee. Her deep chestnut
brown hair cascading over her shoulders in soft, glossy, waves. She was
gorgeous and yet again I wondered what made her become a hooker, she may
be a dealer, but I'd never seen her use drugs, and I'd never seen her
high.
"Ah, Joanie, you look and smell a whole lot better. You have my money, I
am thinking."
"Ah, yeah, about that... I'm a little short... Unless you let me have a
bit on tick again," I said taking out the cash I'd managed to lift
earlier and offering it to her.
"So you want to pay off your debt and then get straight back into debt
again. You should be making a profit from what you buy from me. Instead
you are using so much of the product that you end up owing me and want
to owe me more. Me, I'm not such a silly girl. No I will have my money
and let you try the new drug my supplier just delivered. You saw him
leaving. Big wig with some pharmaceutical company, M & R I think he
said, something like that anyway." She took the money gently, confident
that it was hers and that I wouldn't try to hang on to it. She was
right, if I wanted my next fix I wasn't going to even try and hold onto
the money.
I could barely believe she had told me who her supplier was. Not that it
would, or even could, do me any good, he'd never use an obvious addict
like me to peddle his product. "Oh come on Candy, I don't want your new
shit, just give me what I need, and I'll be out of your hair."
"But Joanie, I like you. Why don't you just try the new stuff, if you
don't like it I'll let you have what you want. On credit. You can pay me
next week, as usual. It's free, the first hit anyway." She giggled. I
did like her, and if the junk I was using didn't stop me wanting sex I
could have been tempted by her, even knowing she was barely one rung up
from a street whore. But who was I fooling, she may say she likes me,
but the only way she let me into her apartment was if I had a shower
first. I had to admit though, it felt good to be clean even if it meant
smelling like a cheap tart from using her shower gel. Not that she was a
cheap tart. She charged more for a hand job than I could afford, if I
ever felt the urge for sex it would have to be with one of the two-bit
hookers on the corner. You had to be careful with them though, not all
of them were what they appeared to be. I knew at least one rent boy who
was now plying her trade on that very corner.
"OK, OK, I'll try the new shit, but it'll be a waste of your
merchandise. I need the junk, I can feel the shakes starting already."
She went to the fridge and took out a large bottle. She poured two shot
glasses full and slinking back across the room handed one to me. I
looked at the milky fluid, then at her. "Just knock it back, in one. I'm
sure you'll enjoy it." She grinned at me.
I looked at the glass again. The viscous liquid reminded me of cum. I
gritted my teeth and downed it in one. I gagged at the taste. "Oh my
God, what the fuck was that Candy? It tastes like spunk. Looks like it
too!" I felt my gorge start to rise. "I think I'm going to be sick!"
"Not in my apartment Joanie baby, not here. Not if you ever want to come
here again. You just keep that down and let it do its work."
"But what the fuck is it?" I said, struggling to control my churning
stomach.
"That Joanie, honey, is your future." She leaned in and kissed me. She
stepped back, poured her shot back into the bottle, and grinned at me.
"It will help get you off the crap you were using. It will help me kill
the monkey on your back."
I struggled to stand up, but a wave of euphoria swept through me. It
felt like that feeling you get going down in a high-speed elevator, a
joyous panic, but it didn't stop. I forgot all about the taste of the
damned stuff, this was fantastic.
"Now I'm going to give you a blow job, on one condition, you do the same
to me later. Just grunt once for yes." Candy giggled.
I tried to say yes, but couldn't form the word, just a grunt came out.
But that was OK, it was all she'd asked for anyway. She immediately
undid my jeans and managed to get them past my hips. I wanted to help
but I couldn't seem to control my body. She took them all the way off
and did the same with my boxers, then she eased my t-shirt over my head,
forcing my arms up and pressing her gorgeous breasts into my face. I
could feel everything, I just couldn't move.
She kissed me again, with passion, as she slid down my body coming to
rest on her knees between my thighs. She looked me in the eye with a
smile and slid her Ruby lips over my fully engorged cock. She was a pro,
and it felt amazing.
I have never had a blow job as good as that one and it didn't take long
before I was spurting my cum deep in her willing throat. She sat back on
her six-inch heels, licking her lips with a smile. "My turn Joanie
baby." She said standing up. She lifted her short skirt and pulled at
her panties. The nine inch cock that sprang free shocked me. I thought
she was a girl! "Just lay back and enjoy it honey. Oh, yeah, you have no
option," she added with a giggle. "You did agree to give me a blow job
though, so you can't complain."
To my horror she pushed my unresisting body back and pressed the tip of
her cock against my lips. Try as I might I could not prevent her; my
body would not obey me. She pushed gently and it slipped into my mouth.
I could taste her precum as she slid across my tongue, strangely my body
seemed to respond to the taste eagerly, I didn't even gag as she hit the
back of my throat. My horror grew as she pushed deeper, and I felt her
enter my throat.
She paused, her balls resting against my chin. "Don't worry Joanie, you
will come to love this. Besides you will need cum to stave off the
craving for the serum you drank. It is probably the most addictive
substance in the world, one dose and you need it forever. Cum is the
only thing that can hold back the withdrawal." She started humping my
face.
My struggles were all in my head as my body just wouldn't obey me but as
she face fucked me she kept up a steady stream of words. Telling me I
was a good girl and that I would come to love my new life as her live-in
lover and assistant. When she finally shot her load deep in my throat I
found that I had stopped trying to get away from her.
As she pulled out the last trickle of her cum coated my tongue. I was
shocked at my body's reaction, a shudder of ecstasy swept through me.
Candy's beautiful face came close to mine, her lips pressed my lips and
her tongue snaked into my mouth. Finally she pulled away. "I've wanted
you since I first saw you. Back then though you weren't desperate enough
to trust me when I suggested you try something new. Six months ago you
were actually selling more product than you were using, you were clean,
had your own apartment and you were turning a profit. I watched as you
slowly used more and more of your merchandise and I knew that you would
one day be ready for me to turn you." She reached into a cupboard and
took out electric hair clippers. She plugged them in, switched them on
and started running them over my legs. "You are going to love this bit,
I promise. You won't believe just how sensitive your body can be without
all this hair blocking you from actually feeling the world around you."
She continued up my thighs and I got very nervous as she stripped my
pubic hair. She carried on and trimmed the few hairs from my belly and
chest. "OK that's the front done. Sorry about this but I have to put you
face down to do the back." She easily flipped my drug wasted body over
and finished removing my body hair. I heard her switch off the clippers.
Then I heard a different buzzing sound. Oh my god! What was she going to
do to me now?
"We're going to have to think of a street name for you Joanie," she said
as I felt something, vibrating, press against my buttock. "Once I've
finished getting you ready we can talk about it. You'll be able to
control your body again soon. Right now though I have to get rid of the
stubble left by the clippers." She ran the vibrating device over my skin
and I realised that it was just an electric razor. She swiftly finished
my back and turned me back over. She did the same to my front, and when
she had finished I could feel the air currents in the room gently
caressing my skin. When Candy bent over and kissed my nipple while
stroking my leg I almost came, it felt amazing. A low, unintelligible,
grunt managed to escape my lips. "I told you, you would love it." She
giggled.
"OK girly, time to get you dressed," she said in a more serious tone.
Girly? What was she on about? I wanted to scream at her that I wasn't a
girl. I was as much a girl as she was, judging by the cock still hanging
down below her mini skirt.
"I'll talk you through your new uniform as I help you into it. First
we'll put your stockings on." She slipped my left foot into the toe of a
bunched-up stocking, the sheer nylon sending shivers of ecstasy through
me as she slid it up my leg. Once again an involuntary low moan escaped
me. "I knew you'd like wearing stockings." Candy giggled. The same
happened as she put the other stocking on my right leg.
"Ooh, Joanie, you really do like it," she said kissing away the precum
trickling from my freshly rampant cock. "I'll just put your garter belt
on and clip your stockings to it." She did as she said, pulling the
garter straps very tight. "I'll have to do something with this," she
added stroking my hard on. "It's almost a shame to hide it away, it is a
very pretty clitty." She giggled. "Pretty clitty." She kissed it again
and then buried it deep in her throat. Even the knowledge that she had
the same as me between her legs couldn't stop the inevitable eruption as
her expert mouth, tongue and throat brought me to orgasm again. She
licked the last drops of cum from me, licked her lips and then kissed
me.
"Oh my pretty Joanie, you are going to get so used to the taste of cum.
Either the real thing or the serum, there is no escaping it now. One
shot of that and you're hooked, worse than the junk, but at least it
won't kill you. In fact the exercise will make you fitter. Now let's get
your panties on before you get all excited again." She slipped a tiny
pair of silky knickers on me, the sensation of them brushing my nylon
clad legs was excruciatingly pleasurable. "Woah, down girl!" She giggled
forcing my cock between my thighs and pulling the panties up tight. "As
much as I like sucking on your pretty clitty I'll have to start charging
you the going rate. And I ain't cheap baby!"
I felt her fumbling with my feet. "You will need to practice with these
before we send you down to the street corner. Six-inch stiletto heels
take some getting used to, even if they do have a two inch platform."
She lay my limp body flat on the sofa. "Just one more indignity before
we finish getting you dressed Joanie baby. She slid something from
beneath the couch. She lifted my shoulders and when she put me back down
I felt a cold, hard, object under me. "This is the latest thing from
Melandren Technologies, a portable augmentation machine." Candy said
putting a box like device across my chest. I heard it click as it
engaged with the plate beneath me. "It really is marvelous, what
normally takes a full operating theatre can be done by a complete novice
in their own home." She flicked a switch and I felt the machine clamp
tighter to my body as a humming sound started. "This will hurt a
little."
I felt a cold, wet, sensation followed by something rubbing my chest,
especially to either side of the pectoral muscles. Suddenly there was an
excruciating pain as I felt something forcing its way through my skin
from both sides of my chest. The pain quickly died away, but I felt
whatever it was pushing further in. "That's as bad as it gets, trust me
I know, they did the same thing to me when I was like you. You will end
up a bit tender for a few days, but you'll have a beautiful rack to show
for it." She smiled at me, fondling her own tits. "Just like mine." She
seemed so proud of her beasts, it was so hard to think that she wasn't
really a girl, even her cock still waving about in front of me couldn't
detract from her undeniable beauty. I suddenly realised that even after
all this I still fancied her.
"OK, while the machine gives you beautiful breasts, I'll explain your
new duties shall I? First you will be my personal assistant, you will
keep clients entertained if I am busy with another. Second you will
learn to use your body to pleasure others, I'm going to enjoy teaching
you. Third you are going to live here with me and make love to me at
every opportunity." She giggled. "We are going to have such fun
together. Of course you will have to walk the street now and then, we
wouldn't want the other girls getting jealous." She smiled at me as if
she was doing me a favour. I actually managed to angrily grunt,
incoherently. "Oh Joanie, I knew you'd fight off the drugs quicker than
most, being an addict has so few advantages. You'll be back on your feet
in no time at all." The machine over my chest made a ping! "OK, time to
reveal the new you, before we have to cover you up again." She giggled.
"You will have to wear a bra at all times for the first couple of weeks
to support your new boobs while they heal. It's a lot more comfortable
too, believe me, I know. Some of the pain will come back initially too
as the local anaesthetic wears off. You can have pain relief, but
nothing opiate based. You aren't going to have anything like that ever
again. It's for the best." The machine went click, Candy lifted it off
me and sat me up. There was an odd pulling at my chest.
"I'm sorry but to start with you need the support of a full cup, give it
a few weeks and we'll get you into something a little sexier, something
more revealing." She giggled and held up a satin and lace bra. It looked
enormous to me. "I know, it's nice but more like something your mother
would wear." She slipped the straps over my arms, made some little
adjustments, and hooked it together behind my back. She adjusted how the
huge mounds on my chest fit into the cups and stepped back. "Nearly
perfect! We'll leave the final touches to your clothes until later. For
now I'll do your nails and make-up." I felt my eyes open wide in renewed
horror, the first sign that my body was beginning to obey my will again.
A moan came from my reawakening throat, further proof that I was
regaining control.
"Oh hush don't be such a baby. I know it's hard, but you really must
trust me on this. You want to look as beautiful as possible to get the
best clients. Get yourself a good patron and you are set for life, well
until you start to lose your looks anyway. Even then with the right Guy
he could even pay for surgery to keep you looking gorgeous for longer."
All this time she was attaching long false nails to my fingers. Then she
shaped them into wicked looking talons, and painted them a deep red.
"Our clients seem to prefer red nails on their girls," she said as she
applied the lacquer to my last nail. "I did your hands first because you
need to keep them perfectly still while they dry and you are beginning
to get some control back. Now I'll do your face. I'm sorry Joanie, but
plucking your eyebrows is going to be a little painful. I'm going to do
it as fast as possible, but that means more pain. On the plus side it
does mean it will be over sooner."
She picked up a small box and took out something that at first glance
appeared to be a band-aid. She rubbed it between her hands and peeled it
open. She put one half on the side, took the other and applied it to my
face, about where my left eyebrow was. "Sorry," she said and pulled it
away again. It felt as though she had ripped half my face off and I
would have screamed if my body had let me. As it was, I just let out
another moan, this time one of agony not horror. "Please don't hate me,
but I have to finish this." She reapplied the strip and ripped the rest
of my face off, or so it seemed. She continued, sticking it on and
ripping it off, for what felt like hours but could only have been
minutes. Then to my relief she stopped and smoothed a cream on my
eyebrow. Almost instantly the agony subsided a little.
My relief was short lived as she picked up the second bit. "I know this
is painful, but these wax strips are the quickest way, and the pain
quickly subsides, especially when I put the anaesthetic gel on." She
attacked my right eyebrow. By the time she had finished my moans of pain
had become squeaks of agony. Again she smoothed the cream onto my
eyebrow, and again the pain receded.
"That's the painful bit over with. Time to make you even more
beautiful." She took out her make-up bag and started laying out bottles
and pots and tubs and little trays of things, I had no idea what most of
it was. I recognised eyeshadows, but apart from an assortment of brushes
I couldn't have said what any of it was. "Now this is the perfect shade
for you." She held up a small tube. I knew what that was alright,
lipstick. I tried to struggle, but my body was still being traitorous
and all I managed to do was move one finger, slightly. "But I'm getting
ahead of myself, lipstick comes last." She kissed me and started
applying potions and lotions and creams to my face., then some powder.
Followed by about three or four different shades of eyeshadow, and
finally she applied the lipstick with a brush and topped it off with a
coat of lip gloss. "It's a good lippy, supposedly kiss proof, which it
is for the most part, but the gloss ensures it stays on. I'll give you
another one the same shade that isn't kiss proof. Most of the johns
expect some sign that they are getting what they pay for, even if they
have to make sure they clean it off before they go home to the wife."
I started to struggle, all be it very sluggishly, and managed to mumble,
"Yyyoouu bbbiisshh, wwwaahhvv yyyoouu ddduunn tttoo mmmee!"
"Oh Joanie, baby, don't be like that. It really is for the best. The
crew that run the drugs in this area were after you, even if you didn't
realise it. You were going to have to move on or go into hiding.
Whatever you did they would have found you eventually. Then you would
just have ceased to exist, or at the very best wish that you had. So all
in all I think I did you a favour." She slipped a little pink satin top
on me settling the spaghetti straps on my shoulders. "Sorry about this,
but I think I'd better restrain you. We wouldn't want you getting hurt."
She snapped a cuff around my left wrist. There was a long, thin, chain
attached to it, the other end clipped to a ring bolted to the wall of
the apartment.
I actually managed to get my body to move and jerk the chain, albeit
feebly. "Don't waste your strength Joanie, honey, the chain may look
thin but it's a lot stronger than you." She stepped back and looked me
over. "I knew I'd forget something. Now hold still, I don't want to have
to hurt you." She pulled out an odd-looking plastic device, it looked a
little bit like a toy gun. "I promise this won't hurt, much." She came
close and with one hand turned my head. I felt something touch my ear,
followed by a slight sharp pain, and I realised she had pierced my ear.
I tried to struggle but her hand on my head kept me still as she fired
two more studs into that ear before turning my head and putting three in
the other side. "I'm actually surprised you don't have any piercings;
most street thugs do. I suppose there was no point, you were never going
to have the money for big, flashy, gold earrings. Now baby you have the
holes, and the earning potential to have three big gold hoops on either
side. And as pretty as you are, I'm sure you'll earn the cash in no
time. As long as you can control the urge for the serum that is. There
are only two things that satisfy that particular craving, I should know,
the serum itself and fresh, warm, salty, cum. You can wank in a glass
and drink your own, but it won't work. It only seems to be someone
else's that can satisfy, but we can help each other there."
That was when I realised, she was addicted to the stuff herself.
Weirdly, I felt sorry for her. She was beautiful, even her cock couldn't
stop me thinking that. Under other circumstances she could have been a
model. Then it hit me, she was just like me. She'd been tricked into
drinking the stuff too and turned into a hooker.
"I know what you're thinking. Don't, it's not true, I actually wanted to
be a girl and becoming a prostitute was my way to being able to afford
the operations. The guy you saw leaving here offered to pay for the
enhancements if I tested a new product for his employer. That was the
serum. I was one of the first, before they realised it was instantly
addictive. They have an antidote now, but I don't really need it. I like
sucking cock. And the cost of the antidote is about the same as good
SRS."
SRS? For a minute I couldn't figure out what that was. Then it hit me.
"But I don't want to be a girl! And I definitely don't want to have my
cock chopped off!"
"Don't be silly Joanie, they don't chop it off. They just peel the
banana and invert it. Well, they do take your balls but that's a small
price to pay I think." She gave me a beautiful, happy, smile.
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