I dipped my finger in the burgundy pot and touched up my nipples, careful not to smear the color on my silver hoop piercings.
I went into the bedroom and put on my bra, then took the yellow dress out of its bag. I stepped into it and zipped it all the way up to my neck. All of my dresses had zippers up the front. Tiffany said She found it much more practical. It allowed me to dress and undress myself without any help.
I stepped into matching yellow high heels, then put on all of the bracelets She'd laid out for me.
I stared at myself in the mirror for a long time. I was pretty, I could more than pass as a woman. But I was about to be sold -- correction, had been sold -- to a pair of strangers who were going to have me as theirs for the rest of the day.
Tiffany hadn't even bothered to ask me.
Exactly one week ago, while we were lounging in Her front room watching an old movie on television, She'd idly said, "oh, I may have forgot to tell you, but you're going to spend next Friday with two men. Friends of mine."
She reached forward and picked up a grape and a piece of cheese, not even noticing my stunned reaction. After a few more minutes, She took my hand in hers and brought it to Her lips, kissing it gently. I melted as I always did whenever She touched me.
"Look at me," she said. I did. "You're ready for this. Your hole can almost take my whole hand."
She leaned closer and brushed the hair from my forehead. "They are going to want to use belts on you," She said.
I could tell from Her eyes that She was getting turned on just thinking about it. I felt my cock stirring, tugging against the tape.
"Open your mouth," She said. I leaned my head back and opened wide. She pushed Her fingers as far back in my mouth as She could. I felt the urge to gag but She'd trained me well and I didn't.
"They will ream that pretty little throat of yours," She whispered in my ear. I felt my nipples and cock responding. She leaned forward to kiss me and I eagerly responded.
I licked Her to orgasm twice, my fingers working deep insider Her, Her delicious Juices covering my face, my neck, my hands and forearms. I needed to cum badly but She was tired when I finished and just stood up and stretched.
She could see the question in my eyes.
"No, dear, not tonight," She said, kissing my forehead. I followed Her into the bedroom and curled up on the rough carpet She kept beside Her bed. I cried myself to sleep.
But all of that was last week.
I picked up the handbag She'd prepared and looked inside. A single tube of lubricant, some spray perfume, breath mints, and a pay-per-use cell phone. Everything a whore needed to get on with her business.
The taxi drove for twenty minutes, away from our apartment, onto the freeway then into a residential neighborhood. My stomach was twisting and turning the whole time. I wasn't sure I could go through with it. Everything up until now had been fantasy, roleplay. This would be real people touching me and expecting me to touch them back.
The The taxi turned off the two-lane and onto a side street. The driver pulled up in front of a big two-story place with a pair of black Mercedes in the driveway. Solidly upper-middle class, not too pretentious but not too shabby.
I got out and stood there for a full minute, staring at the house. I started when the phone rang.
"Are you there?" Tiffany asked.
"Yes, Goddess," I answered.
Tiffany was silent for a few seconds. I thought She might change Her mind, tell me that it was all a joke, a test. Instead She said simply, "make me proud," and hung up.
The men called themselves Rashid and Karl.
Karl was European, probably German. Six foot two with close-cropped blonde hair and an athlete's body. He was deeply tanned and had a scar that ran across his left cheek, stopping just short of his ear.
Rashid was darker, I guessed either Indian or Middle-Eastern. He was smaller and slimmer but he scared me. He looked at me with such intensity, as though he was already seeing me helpless and destroyed there on the floor in front of him, begging for mercy but expecting none.
"May I take your purse?" Karl asked, his voice pure ice. I nodded and handed it to him. He opened it and took out the contents, one by one.
"Lubricant. Wise." He turned and tossed it across the room. It landed in a trash canister, "but pointless. Breath mints, yes. And perfume." He came close to me and sniffed. He smiled. He gave a small spray on each side of my neck and put the spray back in my bag.
I was already shuddering. There was no way I could go through with this. The intensity in the room was palpable -- just the level of control they were showing, the cold, almost mechanical way they were going through the motions, was terrifying.
Karl put his hand on my shoulder and turned me toward him. I moved slowly, as gently as I could, trying to be alluring, to send some kind of 'be gentle with me' signal.
He leaned forward and brought his mouth slowly closer to mine. My mind raced, what kinds of things did I want from a woman? I pushed my hips forward, trying to press my belly and thighs against him. I put my arms around his neck and pulled myself close.
I heard Rashid snort from behind me but tried to ignore him. I felt him step closer, his body pressing against me from behind.
I opened my mouth for Karl's tongue. His hand grabbed my jaw and opened it wider. Karl spit a huge glob into my mouth. At the same time, Rashid's hand came up between my legs, the two mounds of his palm expertly finding and crushing my balls. My knees went weak. I would have collapsed if Rashid hadn't caught me under the arms.
I felt Rashid pulling me backwards, dragging me across the room and down a hallway. Karl followed, his face twisted and angry. My high heels slid off, Karl picked them up and threw them back into the front room.