Chrissie The Saga of a Lovestruck Sissy Maid
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"Chrissie" Part XLIII
by c.w. cobblestone
Ron held the door open, leering at me. As I slipped past him into the
garage office lugging a case of transmission fluid, he slapped me on the
ass and started pawing my butt-cheeks.
"We're gonna have us some fun today, Chrissie. I been a'waitin' a long
time for this -- and you can bet your sexy little ass I'm getting my fifty
bucks' worth."
I had no earthly idea what he was talking about and couldn't ask, since I
was forbidden to speak at the garage, lest I blow my cover as a mute auto
parts delivery girl. But when the other mechanic Jim strutted into the
office kneading his crotch, followed by Randy, who smirkingly counted out
a series of $20 bills, I began to get the picture.
Randy waved the money in my direction. "Chrissie, don't worry about them
other cases of tranny fluid just now. I want you to go back into the
garage with Jimmy and Ronnie and show 'em what you can do with that
little tongue of yours. Go on and be a good girl, 'kay?"
I bit my lip and suppressed a gasp. Randy was pimping me out to his
mechanics and I was unable to beg him to reconsider. Ignoring my whimpers
and facial expressions of abject desperation, he flipped the "CLOSED"
sign around in the window, grabbed me by the elbow and escorted me toward
the garage. After we'd widened the gap between us and the other two men,
Randy leaned in close and pressed his lips against my ear.
"You better not say nothin' to Becca or Karl about this, you hear me?"
I nodded, scared shitless.
When we got to the garage, Randy tossed a pair of oil rags onto the
concrete floor. "Here, kneel on them."
Knowing I had no choice, I obeyed as Ron stepped forward unzipping his
pants. "First dibs."
Jim nudged him aside fumbling with his fly. "Bullshit, motherfucker, me
first."
"Fuck you."
"Fuck YOU!"
The men jockeyed for position like fifth-graders on the playground.
"Come on, fellas." Randy chuckled. "Chrissie, just do 'em both at the
same time, so you can get it over with and we can get on back to work."
"Yee-hah, a gang-bang." Jim whipped out his greasy cock and flopped it up
and down.
"No, I done told you, just blowjobs," Randy warned. He nodded at me. "Get
busy, Chrissie, we ain't got all day. I don't want to keep the garage
closed for too long. Suck 'em both."
With his arms folded, Rebecca's pig of a stepfather supervised while I
fellated the two grimy appendages. I alternated back and forth like I'd
seen the porn stars do it way back in my Chris Tomczak days, when I was a
normal man who sat on furniture and jacked off to women in dirty movies.
Since then, in my new life as Chrissie Pooh Martin, I'd performed
countless humiliating sex acts, so I was able to quickly put aside my
disgust and act like there was nothing I'd rather do than kneel on a
garage floor sucking two greaseballs' cocks in the shadow of a jacked-up
Subaru.
Ron climaxed first, shooting his mess in my hair. Jim followed minutes
later with blasts aimed at my nose. Randy applauded.
"Damn, Chrissie, you done me proud." He pointed toward the bathroom.
"Now, use one of them oil rags to get yourself cleaned up, and get the
rest of them cases in here, and then you can go."
Jim chuckled as I picked up one of the rags. "And throw that damn thing
away when you're done with it, girlie -- I don't mind a little grease, but
I don't want cum under my fingernails!"
With tears welling in my eyes, I nodded and scurried away to clean the
semen off my face and hair, chased by the soul-crushing cackles of my
tormentors.
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Rebecca held court in the Shear Elegance Salon, basking in her role as
Big Boss Owner. Gathered around her were her manager and best friend,
Gina, and cosmetologists Brianna and Cyndi, who worked on a pair of
customers' hairdos. Since I didn't recognize the two clients, I kept my
mouth shut as I carried in a case of conditioner.
My mistress frowned at me from her seat in a salon chair. "Chrissie!
What's them smudges all over your butt?"
I looked in the wall mirror and saw Ron's grimy handprints all over the
back of my dress where he'd groped my ass earlier. I blinked at Rebecca,
unsure whether to speak.
She nodded at the two customers. "Gina told them about you. Go ahead."
"Yeah, you can talk -- they already know you're a sissy," Brianna added.
The customers smirked. I squirmed.
"Were you rolling around in mud, Chrissie?" Rebecca's eyes flashed. "What
the hell did you do?"
"Uh, Jim ... the mechanic ... um, he grabbed me, Ma'am," I peeped.
The ladies cracked up.
When the hilarity died down, Rebecca shook her head. "You slut. I bet you
came on to him, didn't you? Did you bat your eyes, Chrissie?"
"I ... I don't know, Mrs. Martin." I gulped. "Um ... please ... uh, can I
talk to you in private for a second?"
"No, we ain't talkin' in private. Anything you got to say, you can say it
in front of everyone."
"I ... but ... but ..."
"But nothing. If you got something to say, say it."
I drew a breath. "Well ... um ... Randy told me not to say anything, but
I think I should tell you."
Rebecca raised her eyebrows. "Tell me what?"
"Um ... well, he ... um, Ron and Jim gave him $50 each, and he made me
... he made me ..."
Unable to continue, I broke down sobbing.
"Aw," the blonde customer said. "Poor thing."
Rebecca cocked her head. "Why are you crying, Chrissie? What did Randy
make you do?"
I closed my eyes. "Suck ... them."
Brianna smirked. "So, you're NOT a little slut -- you're a little whore!"
"Aw, be nice to my little baba," Rebecca said. "I'm sure it was horrible,
poor thing. You okay, Chrissie?"
"I ... I don't know, Ma'am. I'm so sorry, Mrs. Martin. I didn't want to
tell on Randy, but I didn't think I should keep that from you, either,
and I didn't know what else to do, so I figured I'd go ahead and tell
you, because I know I'm not supposed to keep stuff from you, but, then
again, I didn't want to--"
Rebecca cut me off: "Jeez, Chrissie, would you shut UP? You jabber on and
on. I ask you one question and you give me your whole life's story."
"S-sorry."
"I asked if you was okay."
"Um ... yes, Ma'am. I'm fine. Thank you."
My mistress studied me for a few seconds. "Well, nobody likes a
tattletale, Chrissie." She tightened her lips. "Randy's probably not
gonna be happy when he finds out you told on him."
A long moan escaped my lungs, which seemed to amuse the ladies.
Rebecca giggled and waved her hand. "I'm just kidding, baba. I won't say
nothing to Randy, I promise."
Perhaps I should've taken umbrage at how my mistress had toyed with me in
front of a roomful of people like that, but all I felt was gratitude for
my mistress's rare jovial mood -- and for her kindness in sparing me
Randy's iron fist of wrath.
I practically sobbed the words: "Oh, thank you, Mrs. Martin, thank you so
much."
"You're welcome, baba. But, you know, if I don't talk to Randy about
this, the greedy old bastard is just gonna make you keep doing it,
right?"
"Uh ... I ... um ..."
I hadn't thought that far ahead and started to cry again.
The brunette customer frowned at Gina. "You sure he likes being treated
like this?"
Rebecca answered for her bestie: "Oh, Chrissie's a little crybaby, he
loves it. Don't you, baba?"
I wiped my eyes. "Yes, Mrs. Martin."
"Tell them how much you love being my little sissy slave."
Folding my hands, I conjured up my most sincere tone. "I do love serving
Mrs. Martin -- it's what my whole life is dedicated to. I'm really sorry
for crying; it's just ... it's just that sometimes it's hard, but that
doesn't mean I don't love serving Mrs. Martin, because I really, really
do. All I want is for her to be happy. I'm ... I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to cry like that."
"Aw, that's alright, Chrissie," the brunette customer said, her bottom
lip protruding. "I'm sure that WAS hard for you. I feel bad for you,
Chrissie."
Rebecca rose from the salon chair and ruffled my curly locks. "Chrissie
will be alright; my little baba is stronger than he looks, and he puts up
with all kinds of stuff for me. Don't you, baba?"
"Yes, Mrs. Martin. Thank you, Mrs. Martin."
"That's cuz you're my little sissy doll, ain't you?"
"Yes, Mrs. Martin, thank you, Mrs. Martin."
"You're welcome." Rebecca smiled and touched my cheek. "I'll figure out
how to deal with Randy, don't worry. Now, why don't you finish running
your errands and then hurry on home and start dinner? I'll be back in a
little bit, 'kay?"
"Y-yes, Mrs. Martin. Thank you."
"You need stop off at my ma's and pick up Taylor first."
"Yes, Mrs. Martin, thank you. And ... I'm so sorry for crying earlier."
"Aw, that's okay, baba. I get it. It's no fun being a prostitute, huh?"
"Um, n-no, Ma'am."
My mistress giggled and touched my nose. "Aw, my little hooker. Run along
now, baba. I'll see you when I get home."
"Yes, Mrs. Martin, thank you, Mrs. Martin."
As I dashed out of the salon, I heard the brunette customer laugh and
say, "Damn, Gina, you weren't kidding."
The blonde in the next chair sniggered. "No shit! OMG, what a cute little
obedient sissy. I want one."
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