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After the Mall

Part 1

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Chapter I

I noticed the time on the hall clock across from me.  Sure enough it was just
after 10:00 and I knew the driver was due soon to pick me up.  I had doubted him
earlier when he said he'd be picking me up at this time.  Well, he was right and
now I was waiting nervously for whatever lay ahead.

I was pleasantly surprised when my host showed up with a short cape that she
offered to loan me.  "A little something to help you appear somewhat presentable
in public." She said.  A little turned out to be an understatement.  I put it on
and looking at the mirror to see heavily made up male, wearing phallic chrome
heels, legs encased in more than a little tight leather bondage, in a very short
cape.  The cape was so short it was obvious that I was either nude or nearly
nude under neath.  When I twirled the cope opened and showed a glimpse of the
slut maid costume I was strapped into.

"Oh, thanks a lot, that really helps." I said very sarcastically to the
snickering backside of the woman that was responsible for my predicament.  It
had been a long day already and I couldn't believe what I had endured (and
frankly enjoyed ) up to now.  And now I waited for the limo driver to pick me up
for .....  Well, I wasn't sure but I knew enough to be nervous.  Damn him, he
dared me, and with that word my fate was sealed.

I heard the limo pull up and called back that I was leaving.  That got me a
chorus of "Bye, bye sweetheart, be good, have fun.  See you in the morning." 
The snickering that accompanied the replies told me the girls were really
enjoying my predicament.  A load swat told me that they were beginning to enjoy
themselves in other ways too.  I was pretty sure I would be better off staying
and playing with them, but that was not the plan.

I stepped out and walked carefully to the limo in my high heels.  "Watch your
step, one small slip could really hurt the way you are all laced up."  I gave
him my best pout after that comment.  "I wouldn't give me that look again unless
you want me fucking your face before we pick up your date," was his quick reply
to my pout.  "I may be strait, but in that getup you could get me interested
pretty quick.  You are one hot cock teasing slut.  Now sit in the front seat so
we can talk."

I was a bit confused as he was holding the back door of the limo for me.  I then
realized the meant the back facing seat at the front of the passenger cabin
which would mean our heads would be very close as he took up position to drive. 
I sat in the middle of the seat and spread my legs to be strapped in as was
customary with this guy.  He smiled at my automatic position and said "Not yet,
try to be comfortable while we get there, maybe later ."

He went around to his side of the vehicle and a minute later we were on the
road.

"I spoke to that client I told you about earlier.  I told him about your special
.... well you know.  I didn't give him any details, but lets just say he knows
what kind of a girl, or guy, or whatever you are.  He sounded VERY interested. 
Said it was too good to be true.  He really wants to party. Said he may even
have some fun with some friend of his."  He's offering a lot of cash if I can
get you to agree."  The driver left it hanging there.  Now it was up to me
whether I hung myself.

"I don't know.  I was nervous about just one, now it's turning out to be a gang
bang.  I don't think I can let myself get into that kind of a situation."  I
paused, seriously considering calling the whole thing off.

"Oh, I don't think it's anything like that.  He's hinted he may want to take his
friend for a little drive and then its just the two of you for a little fun, as
he put it, later.  Besides, I'll be here to make sure it doesn't get out of
hand." He offered.

"Well, okay, but if I call RED its all over.  I want out and I'm trusting you to
take care of them."  I said with more bravado than I really had.

"Done." he replied.  "That's our code.  You call red at anytime and I'll have
you sitting back there alone so fast you'll wonder where they went.  I've
already told this guy I'd be looking out for you and he said he could understand
that and wanted to have a chat with you first to discuss limits and such.  Seems
all a little crazy but sane.  Heh, what ever works for you guys and I get a
couple hundred extra pocket change."  Then he added "So, you have something for
me?"

"I'm supposed to give you my room key, but I left it at the front desk when I
went out earlier.  I wasn't planning on any of this, and now .....  Well, its
not like I can go up and get it myself."  I let it come out as a plea.  I was
hoping for some help.  I should have guessed.

"Why not, they'll probably recognize you, then again maybe not." He snickered.

"I'll have to give them my name, my real name, dressed like this...  Please
help, they'd give it to you, you're my driver.  Please" I was begging.

"And deprive you of the thrill.  Come on girl we're here and we don't have much
time.  Careful in there, those marble floors are slippery."  He just looked back
over his shoulder at me with his teeth bared in a grin.  I decided I didn't like
him that much after all.

Damn, I was learning to hate marble floors.  My chrome cock-headed heels clicked
loudly drawing every eye to the peace of trash that just walked into the lobby. 
It was plainly obvious that some guy up in a room somewhere was expecting a
visit from a girl that was going to provide some real pleasure for an hour or
two.  I kept my head down to avoid disclosing my real sex to the ten or so pairs
of eyes that were riveted to me in my walk of shame.  That all changed when I
got to the front desk.

I had no choice but to look up at the young lady behind the desk and as quietly
as possible said, "Key to room 411 please."

"Jesus H ..... my god.  You look!"  I seemed to be having that effect on a lot
of people.  She punched something into the keyboard and looked at her screen. 
"Ah yes, Mr.  Or should I say Miss, or Ms.  Just what is it this evening?"  She
reached into a drawer and held the magnetic key card to my room just out of
reach.  "Well, I'm waiting?"

I couldn't believe it, she expected an answer.  I tried to reach for the key
with a smile, but she pulled back and made it clear I needed to further
humiliate myself before I gained possession.  "Tonight I'm little Miss Sex Slave
Maid." I answered hoping that would suffice.

"Oh this I got to see.  Take off the cape.  Little Miss."  She waited, I
hesitated, she added.  "Now, before I call the front desk manager and a whole
lot of unwanted attention to you!"

I took off the cape.  She managed one of the better wolf whistles I'd heard from
a girl.  Thankfully, it was rather quiet and meant only for my ears.  "I've got
to give you credit, you've got balls.  They don't look very comfortable right
now, but you got balls.  That is one hell of a get up.  Who's the luck man? I
dare you to walk out of here carrying the cape, and here's your key."

I was really beginning to hate that word.  I reached for the key.  "Men is more
like it." I said and looking down at my very exaggerated chest added "There's
too much here for just one guy to handle."  With that I turned, and folding the
cape over my arm I walked strait out of the hotel my the main lobby doors.  My
eyes remained glued to the door handle the whole way out.  If I had let my eyes
wander around the room at all I would have melted in a puddle of shame.

The driver was holding the door for me when I came out.  I handed the key to him
as I got in.  He thanked me snidely and continued "I figured you wouldn't get
out there unscathed.  Anyone you know in the lobby?"

It wasn't until then that I realized what I had just done.  The hotel was full
of guests that had been attending the same conference that I was.  There were a
lot of people in there that knew me.  There were some that would even recognize
me in a getup like this.  "Oh shit, oh shit" I thought.  My face must have shown
my thoughts.

"Don't worry about it." The driver said.  " I was watching the whole thing. 
Except for the girl at the counter, noone got a good look at your face.  Now
your, shoes, ass, cock and balls, well everyone saw those.  But your face, well
modesty is the best policy I always say."  He laughed at his own humor.  I
didn't think it was that funny.  "Now, front seat, assume the position, it's not
far to the other hotel."

I did as told and for the first time after I was all strapped in and spread out
exposing myself he did not open the windows.  We went back to the big resort
hotel where I had been earlier in the day.  The driver pulled up to limo
parking, told me to stay put and went inside.  A minute later he was back.

"Your .... date will be right down.  Like I said before he want to talk before
we go for a little drive.  I'll close the privacy window but I'll leave the
microphone on.  He won't know it, but I'll hear every word.  You say red and
he's outta here.  Whatever else is up to you.  All I want is a bit for my
trouble.  He's already said $500.  The first $200 is mine, anything after that
is yours.  Fair?"

"God, I'm scared shitless!" was my honest reply.

Through the darkened window I saw the shape of someone walking toward the
vehicle.  It was obvious we saw dressed for the office in a shirt and tie.  The
driver had gotten out and held the door for him.  He climbed in and sat in the
seat opposite facing me.  I almost threw up.  My heart went strait to my throat,
my balls were pushing it aside trying to climb out too.  I was about to faint.

I knew him.  Knew him, hell we both have been attending this same conference for
years.  He had presented papers, I had, we'd had lunches together over the
years.  We were not close friends buy any means, but we were more than
strangers.  I was going to die.  My heart was beating so hard I barely heard him
speak.  "Wow, I thought I knew what to expect, but you are something very ..... 
I normally like to be the one tying the knots, but in this case," he looked
directly at my bound cock and balls, "I like the presentation."

My head was screaming 'Red, Red, red, you dumb fuck call red!'  I just sat there
speechless as he continued "So my man there tells me you may convinced to play. 
I'd like to rearrange some of that and add a bit more if you agree.  Nothing too
serious and no pain.  I believe in safe words and limits.  I just want a little
big city fun before I go back to the bohunk place where I live.  Just in town
for a convention and tomorrow I go home.   One night, I'll make sure you get
something out of it too.  And I'll add $500 bucks for the pleasure.  What do you
say?"

Nothing hinted he recognized me.  I remembered him always being a nice enough
guy.  'Don't be stupid!' my head said, 'call red' It was actually a little safer
this way.  I knew him, we wasn't too weird, maybe.  And then the other head
started thinking.  'Add more to it' he had said.  More bondage, more than this. 
His talk of safe words and limits meant he was a player.  I bet he has some
gear.  Wonder what it's like?  The other head liked those thoughts.

"I take that as a yes." my date said looking at my now throbbing cock.  It was
starting to fight its leather cage.  Betrayed again!  "Now there is one little
extra thing I'd like to do on the side.  There's this guy and well, for personal
reasons I've got to get something on him.  He's on his way to the airport.  I
was going to offer him a ride.  On the way you could .....  Well, is another
$100 enough to get him a blow job?  But here's the deal.  I don't want him to
see that" he indicated my still throbbing dick.  "until after he .... and I want
to get a picture of you with a mouth full of him when he sees your ....  That
will ensure his silence on something that happened the other night.  Are you
game?  Oh I should add.  He's had a few drinks, so he won't be too hard to fool,
if you know what I mean."

The $100 bucks didn't really matter.  Well, not in the usual way.  Actually
taking money for sex.  Sex, that to be honest I would have considered otherwise,
especially if he had "made me" do it.  I couldn't believe myself.  I was
actually considering trying to go through with this.  The other head may be a
lot smaller, but he can be very persuasive.  I spoke in a low whispering tone to
disguise my voice.  "Make it $250 and I'll be pushing his cum back into his own
mouth with my tongue and I'll have my cock in his hands when you take the
picture."  If I was going to pull this off, I had to make him think I was a
local pro and this was all for money.

"Oh, I like your style.  But how are you going to pull it off?  It's not like
that outfits hides anything." He asked.

Wordlessly, I slipped out of the seat belts and noted his raised eyebrows.  He
liked my simple act of self bondage.  Keeping from looking at him directly in an
effort to avoid detection I knelt between is knees and made myself somewhat
comfortable with my ass on my heels.  The skirt of the maid outfit actually
covered as long a I leaned forward.  I pulled my shoulders back to accentuate my
already ridiculously large tits in their tight leather lace bondage.   Again in
a whisper I explained "His eyes will never get past these."

"You are good, I'm going to have to take good care of you."  He exclaimed as he
reached for the door.

"Not too good I hope." I replied with a wink as he got out of the door.

I lowered my head and waited for the inevitable.  The privacy door opened and
the driver called back.  "Did I mention he was at the same conference as you
were.  I may have forgot that.  Sorry."

"You bastard, that was a setup.  I hope you are proud of yourself!"  I actually
was a bit angry.

"I can't believe that you're going through with it.  You are gutsy. $550 hundred
for you, $200 for me and I know for you its not for the money.  I'll keep
listening just incase things go wrong.  But you're on your own.  Oh, and don't
drip any on the carpet back there.  I'll rape you ass for every drop I find! And
it won't be gentle, understand!"  He was serious, that was very clear.

"Yes sir." I answered realizing I was going to get my second taste of cum in
this one day.  The privacy window closed again leaving me to reap the seed I had
sown, literally.

I felt the driver get out and then the car shift as bags were put in the trunk. 
The door opened and I heard a gasp.  "Oh yeah, John, I forgot to mention. I've
arranged a little entertainment for the drive to the airport.  Just a little
something to cement our friendship, if you know what I mean."  My date's tone
made it clear I was a bribe and we waited to see if it was accepted.

The voice was slightly slurred.  John had been drinking, but he wasn't blind
drunk.  "Jeez, look at the size of those tits.  They can't be real, but who
cares.  And what an ass.  What the hell kind of hose is she wearing.  Now I know
you are really into this bondage thing.  So you got a little love slave in every
town eh.  What the hell, I can't go home without at least a little something."

They climbed in and John sat directly in front of me.  Perfect name I thought. 
My first professional blow job and I get a John.  Life can be funny sometimes. 
My date made himself comfortable on the seat behind me.  The car started up and
I felt the bump as we left the hotel and we pulled into the street.  I didn't
need to be told, we all knew why I was there.

I kept my head down only letting him see my eyes with their heavy mascara lashes
and extreme makeup. I batted them continuously in school girl fashion.  I
reached up with the very long nails and made a real show of undoing his belt and
pulling down the zipper.  I motioned him to raise his butt and ran my nails up
his butt cheeks and back down to pull his pants and shorts down around his
ankles.  He liked that and I got an appreciative sign as I looked at a totally
exposed and only slightly firm cock.  I was going to have to fight the drink
with this one.

I pushed my tits forward and my mouth followed until my lips were around the
head of his cock.  After that it didn't matter.  I started flicking my tongue
and he was lost.  I could have been his brother and it wouldn't of mattered.  He
could see my whole face now.  I made sure of it by looking up so he could get
the turn on of a painted slut with her bright red lips wrapped around his
quickly stiffening cock.  I started playing with his balls.  Those long nails
started to pay off.  I let them slip down a lightly stroke around his puckered
ass hole.  I sucked, and licked.  I kept my tongue moving.  I made sure he could
see it all. Lots of bright red lips, batting eyelashes, the whole painted slut
cock sucker routine.   It didn't take long.  Poor guy obviously didn't get it
much.  I bet his wife never gave it to him like this.  I felt it coming and with
a hand behind my back signaled that time was near.  It all came together
perfectly.  Pun intended.

It had obviously been a long time.  When he started coming it came by the quart. 
The first two squirts filled my mouth.  I grabbed his still pumping dick and
held it in my open hand with nails fully extended I sat up swung around and sat
on the seat beside John.  With my free hand I grabbed his forearm and brought
his hand to my leather bound and very hard cock.  I was so quick he was still
pumping cum into my hand when I kissed him and let a gob of cum swap places from
my mouth to his.  He was so into his own orgasm he didn't see the first flash. 
The second flash got his attention and he began to realize what was in his mouth
and what he was holding.  That got a great look of shock which I'm sure in the
picture could be mistaken for orgasmic rapture.

It was time to get while the getting was good.  I took my cum covered hand and
wiped it all over John's face as he started a verbal train of obscenities.  That
got recorded with another flash.  Before he could react I jumped across the cab
and sat beside the man I only knew as my date.  John tried to lunge after me but
got tangled up in his shorts and pants around his ankles.  He started to get
control, but the drink wasn't helping there either.  "What the hell you trying
to pull, you little queer, faggot piece of shit!"  He screamed.

"Now, now John.  You just settle down and listen.  You just pull you pants back
up and give it some thought.  Unless you want your boss, wife, and local gay
magazine to get copies of these pictures, you had better behave.  Oh, and you
may want to reconsider telling my family about you little discovery in my room
last night.  I was alone.  I was doing my own thing and who cares if I indulge
in a little self bondage.  You on the other hand, seem to enjoy you bondage sex
games with others!  Boys, by the look of these pictures.  Do you think your wife
will be as understanding as I can be?"

John didn't say another word all the way to the airport.  He just sat there and
glared at me.  I got a little joy out of batting my eyes at him a bit and I made
sure to sit so he could see what had been in his hand for quite a while.  When
we got to the airport the driver helped him with his bags, the sky cap took over
and we pulled away for the drive back into the city. 

My date spoke for the first time in 20 minutes.  His tone was very warm and
friendly.  "Want to bet he doesn't sign up for next year's conference?  You were
very good.  I'm glad I had a pro.  Not the first time you've done something like
that I can tell.  Is it going to cost me extra to keep you quiet?"

I couldn't believe my ears.  I fooled him.  He fell for it.  He thought I was a
pro.  I started to relax as I finally realized I could really enjoy this evening
if I was just careful.  I used my feminized whisper to reply.  "Oh that won't
cost you any extra, just as long as you promise not to be so nice to me for the
rest of our date."  Our driver gave himself away as he laughed aloud making it
clear he had been listening in.

My date looked over his shoulder at the driver through the privacy glass and
then back at me.  "That's smart I guess, don't blame you two.  Can't be too
careful these days I realize.  And as for you, I assure you, I can be a real
bastard.  I'm hard on myself when I play.  If you want the same treatment ....."

I turned and knelt on the floor between his knees.  I put my hands behind my
back, thrust my chest out and spread my legs to expose my rehardening cock. 
"Please,"

He looked me in the eye, covered his crotch with his hands and replied.  "Oh you
are not getting off that easy"



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