The address on the text message took Mark and me to another town probably about 30 miles away. The salon I have to say looked pretty normal the staff seemed really nice and had my name in the appointments book.
Apparently I was to be given the “works” A large black guy came over to me and introduced himself to me as Leroy. Taking my hand he led me through a door marked Strictly Private. Mark was asked to wait.
The room we entered was again just like any other salon I had been in. nicely finished and obviously the staff took a pride. The room was spotless the stainless steel shined.
I sat in the chair. A cup of coffee, truly delicious, was brought to me by a young girl.
Leroy said he knew what had to be done, which I though sounded odd at the time. Any way he started to ruffle my hair, letting it down and remarking what wonderful condition it was in. I smiled and was starting to feel really good about this when it suddenly dawned on me that something was missing! There were no mirrors in the room at all!
Leroy still chatting away was now cutting long lengths of my hair. Shit of course this is all part of Russ and his twisted mind. He was going to be in control of my hair my style my overall look.
I was worried, but what could I do fight him off? Run out? What would be the point?
Anyhow whether it was the heat or the total lack of sleep and stress I just melted away into a wonderfully deep sleep. I awoke with a jolt, no longer in my chair I was laid out on a couch. My clothes had been removed and I was wearing one of those disposable surgical nighties that never quite do up right.
A feeling of dread crept up on me. I touched my hair. The shock can never be probably explained but gone was my so familiar long hair. My new hair was short, brittle to touch. Was it spikey? So frustrating there were no mirrors in this room.
And itch down below I move my hand to scratch. My hand? I look again both my hands now sport the longest nails I have ever been able to grown the ends of them pure white. The bottom half of my nails varnished to a high gloss with little union jacks. God they look so tarty.
That’s when it dawned on me TARTY. Russ wants me to look the tart. Ooo that bloody itch again I go scratch my pussy. It’s totally smooth my pubic hairs have gone I glance at it I pull back my pussy lips from where I can see my inner lips seem to stand out a deep purple when compared to my skin colour. I look again at my belly, my arms my legs I seem to have that horrible almost orange look type tan. Then I catch sight of something else I pull up my jelly belly a little. Just above my Pubic line is a tattoo. My god it’s a tattoo of the Ace of spades. A round my belly button is a complete circle of words. They simply say “OWNED BY RUSS”
Oh this gets worse and worse on my left boob is a tattoo of a devil having his penis sucked by a fairy tale type creature, I just know this tattoo has been positioned so that it will almost show with whatever type of blouse or top I wear. Unless, of course I decide to go for the roll over pulley look that is.
I get off the couch and look down, my toe nails have been highly varnished to a bright tarty looking red.
Even the tan I notice has been made to look streaky just to make sure that I look like a true slapper I suppose.
I touch my ear. I can feel great big round dangly ear rings. I must look like fucking gypsy lea or something. My nipples to have been pierced with little silver hoops, around my ankle is a bright cheap looking bracelet and on my fingers I see I have some additional rings one is huge with a diamond in the middle of these horrible red colours. Though of course I know it’s not a diamond its cheap tacky costume stuff.
As I walk I can hear a tinkly bell sound. I look round but can’t see where the noise is coming from. Oh no please the noise I can hear is actually coming from me”! Now I realise why I have an itch. I probe in between my pussy lips. My clit has been pierced with a tiny little silver bell as I walk it dingles.
The door clicks and in enters Leroy “Ahhh good your awake how are you feeling”?
Thinking to myself that I have had better days I answer “Get me a fucking mirror now”!
Taken aback, by my attitude, Leroy scurry’s off. He returns with a full length mirror. This time I am the one taken aback. I am staring at a stranger! This isn’t Mrs Carol Smith from the Grange. This is a fucking slag, a slapper oh my god I feel sick. If I had been raped by a group of guys that couldn’t of been more worse than this. Russ has been clever. He has taken away my identity and given me this new woman. I am a woman, whom I don’t recognise.
My god what am I going to look like to our friends, neighbours. Our daughter Kelly is back from her trip in two days how on earth do I explain this look!
Two more guys enter the room “wow this the slag eh Leroy”? My hand moves to cover my pussy, waste of time of course but modesty prevails.
“Yea what you think”? Says Leroy “hey bitch take your hands off your snatch let us dogs see the rabbit eh baby”
“Where is my Husband I demand to see him right now” The fatter of the two guys replies “he has been told to pick you up a little later. We got a note from your benefactor here. Guy called Russ?
He hands me the written not. It’s on Marks works headed paper. Carol hope you like your new look. Don’t worry, thank me later. I know from previous meetings at your house, tasting your delicious food that you love to dance. Well tonight you will get that chance enjoy you lucky girl xxxxx
Some clothes are slung at me “get these on bitch, we got to blow”
The clothes consist of a pair of white open toes stiletto shoes, a very tight and horribly short pencil skirt. And to top this wonderful ensemble a boob tube. No Bra no knickers.
“Hurry bitch we got to get going”
The two guys usher me out onto the street, as we walk down the high street, me tottering in my way to high shoes I am conscious of both men and women staring at me. The women seem to exudes a look of disgust the men just seem to leer at me obviously both sexes making up their minds about my own morality
To stop me wobbling too much on my heels the fat guy as his hand on my arse which just makes the whole montage of slag and boyfriends even more so in the eyes of the public.
We arrive at a small back street hotel. Not one I’ve seen before and im pushed through the door to be greeted by a large woman. “Ahhh great here you are at last. My goodness the fellas are going to enjoy this one, where you find her, she Polish, Romanian?”
“ na” said the fat guy “she’s a Brit” The fat woman eyes me up and down again I detect that look of faint disgust on her face. “A Brit eh? Well we will all do well out this one I think what’s your name sugar”? I was about to say, when the other guy says “Candy” her names Candy.
“Ok Candy come along with me” We go into a smaller room. “ Now it’s the usual thing” says the fat woman. Do a nice dance for them, I think this group are celebrating some kind of win on the horses or something, Looks like they are making a day and night of it” She giggles.
A younger woman well almost girl really comes into the room. “This is Shelly” “hi” says Shelly. God she can be only about the same age as our daughter. I also notice the way she is dressed she looks very similar to me. “The New look Candy”! Only much much younger.
Shelly says “ok well you look a bit older than the usual; still maybe it’s the old mother and daughter routine the guys want. We will go in the room Pour the guys some drinks, flirt a bit, I am sure you know what to do, you look like you done this a fair bit eh”, she laughs “what are you 40 odd” Feeling a little flattered I say I’m 45. Well why not knock 10 years off for god’s sake.
She continues. “Now you’re the old bird that I have been told to mark out of ten, Look don’t worry, I am sure you will do ok. Though the message I have been told to give you is a bit odd! Tell Candy at least 9 out of ten or its boys in blue time. “God knows what that means but sure you understand it”?
Shit that bloody Creep again I think controlling as ever.
“Shelly” I ask, “Look I am a bit worried about being marked by a fellow ummm “what is she I think? “Artist” I scrabble for the right description. When Whore springs to mind of course but I just don’t want to think that that is where we are heading.
I continue, “What are you going to be marking”? Shelly looks at me as if im a complete idiot. “Well your dance routine, how you behave to the guys, our act and of course any extras we agree on with them at the end of our paid two hours”
Oh fuck I think. “Our act”? I ask. “Yea Shelly replies thought the usual bit of snogging you suck my tits Ill do yours maybe you could finger me make out I am the bad daughter the usual shit. Right hun sit down on the bed spread your legs”
“ why” I reply, then, Shelly replies as though it’s the most natural thing to say in the world “ Ill lube your holes up then you do mine ok. I guess at your age you can struggle a bit with dryness, well at least until the second or third cock eh” again the laugh. The fat woman also joins in “yep the joys of aging eh Candy” and she winks at me.
Whilst Feeling quite affronted by this discussion I do as I am told and Shelly goes about the business of “lubing my holes”! My god I think this could be my bloody daughter doing this. She deftly applies said lube working it inside my pussy lips and then pushing a little into my rectum. Feeling like a greased chicken about to be roasted, which is, on this occasion, probably not such a weird metaphor to use. I now do the same to Shelly. Her pussy like mine is shaven of all hair giving her even more the look of a little girl; she turns round and opens her bum for me. Thinking back to Laura I think this is becoming a little to familiar. Both lubed we sit on the bed. “Won’t be long now” says the fat woman.
“I’m a big fan of your clit piercing hun” says Candy “really sexy think I might get mine done. Just jingle it for us”
Oh fuck it I think why the hell not I am where I am at the end of the day. I get up and in front of Shelly’s face waggle my bottom my little clit bell jingling in time.
“Fuck Candy” says the Fat woman that’s pretty hot”! Shelly also joins in with the complements. “Love it sweetie, just love it” She places a finger on my bell and flicks it, a weird sensation pulsates through my pussy. I look up and the fat woman is actually masturbating in the chair opposite. Unlike ours her snatch is very much au natural. “Come on ladies how about you give me a little sugar help get you warmed up eh”
I think I know what she wants, oh god really I think to myself. Shelly is down on her knees licking at this grotesques woman’s pussy hole. I can hear little slurping noises as her little tongue flicks around. “Fuck you dirty little slag you know what mummy likes don’t you”? Says the fat woman, legs spread wide her large pants hanging of one foot.
Thankfully I am not asked to join in with the licking but feeling a little left out and worried that licking might be next for me I decide to be proactive.
I walk over to the fat woman who by now is obviously in a private moment of pure oral pleasure. I kiss her full on her lips. She looks up and smiles and placing her fat hands round the back of my head pulls me to her for a longer kiss. Did I enjoy this you may ask? Actually it didn’t feel as horrible as an outsider might think. She was a fantastic kisser as it happens.
“Right girls enough” says fatty. “It’s show time get in there have fun but make sure the customers are kept happy ok”?
“Sure mum” Shelly says, Mum! No I think surely not. I want to ask but we are quickly ushered into another room. This room is a little dark and dingy. Suddenly a bright light falls upon us revealing about 8 guys who cheer and clap when they see us. “Fuck it’s only a mother and daughter” I hear I guy say. “Oi mum show us your tits darling “more laughter.
“Let’s take the drinks round” Shelly whispers, picking up a tray of glasses and some spirits.
I will never forget this moment for the rest of my life
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In a perfect world, bareback sex is of course fine - but can I ask what's wrong in yr fellas putting a condom on?
