Author's note: You need to read chapter 1 to understand who the characters are. Chapter 2 is also a fun read. Enjoy.
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Molly had been living with Charlie for several months now, and life had gotten wilder. Charlie had gotten much nastier with her. Not only in the way he made her dress, but also in the things he made her do.
Even so, Molly was starting to enjoy being the naughty little girl she had become. She didn't feel guilty about the way she dressed or the things she did. She was only doing what Charlie told her to do. Charlie was responsible, not her!
Ever since she had let Charlie dress her very exposed and make her be very naughty, two things had stuck in her mind. It made her feel sexy, and it made Charlie happy.
Even though she probably could have been arrested for indecent exposure on many, many occasions, they had never gotten in any trouble. Call it luck or call it choosing the right time and place, they had never been arrested or even asked to leave anywhere that Charlie had taken her.
Yes, she had caused many guys to grin, smile, drool, and have erections, sometimes embarrassing the guys more than it did her.
She had received some admiring glances from some of the ladies, too. Most of them probably wished that they were gutsy enough to do it!
Of course, there was the occasional person who gave them a disgusted or disapproving scowl.
Charlie always said, "They don't have to look!"
They were probably very dull people who never have any fun!
Charlie was going to have to go to Las Vegas for a convention and attend a couple of days worth of seminars on stock trading.
He decided it would be fun to show Molly off in Sin City, where most anything goes. Molly took some vacation time off from work.
They were going to drive up to Vegas in the Jag.
Charlie had told her which outfits to pack. Of course he never let her pack any bras or panties when they were going traveling.
Charlie always packed his little black case. Molly never knew which toys, jewelry, or new thing he had packed. It added to her excitement.
When they left San Diego, headed north up I-15 for Vegas, Molly was dressed in just this wispy little sun dress and sandals. It had spaghetti straps and buttoned all the way down the front. It was quite short, ending just a few inches below her bare pussy. She felt pretty safe.
Molly thought Charlie might be tiring of their little game, but he had
told her to pack some very exposing outfits and a tiny bikini. While Molly was trying to figure out what was going on, Charlie told her, "From right now until we are in our room in Vegas, every time you get out of the car, you must undo three buttons."
Molly looked down, "Nineteen", she counted to herself, and thought, "We wont stop that many times." As they continued on their trip Molly began to worry. Charlie stopped in Temecula for breakfast. Molly got out of the car, and undid three buttons at the top of her dress.
When they got to Corona, Charlie said he needed to stop and get rid of his morning coffee. He told Molly she better go too, while she had the chance. She got out and undid three buttons at the bottom.
Charlie stopped again in Barstow for gas and another bathroom stop.
Molly undid three more buttons at the top of her dress. There was a lot of cleavage showing now. When the got to the state line, Charlie pulled over and said, "I want a picture of you standing by the Welcome to Nevada sign."
Molly got out and undid three more buttons at the bottom. As she walked over to the sign and turned around to face Charlie, the bottom of her dress was gapping open right up to her crotch. Charlie took a couple of pictures and they were on their way again.
After just a few miles, they got to Jean, Nevada. Charlie said, "Look, our first casino. Lets go in and try our luck." Charlie parked the Jag in front of the casino, got out, and went around to open Molly's door.
He loved seeing her bare pussy and all that cleavage as she got out.
Molly stood there and undid one more button at the bottom, smiled at Charlie, and undid two more at the top. She was all but falling out of the top of her dress and her pussy was almost exposed at the bottom.
They went in and gambled for about an hour. Charlie was happy.
His submissive Molly was showing off again, and he had won $300.00 playing the slots!
Finally they arrived at their hotel in Vegas. They were staying at one of the fancy ones. Charlie pulled up to the valet parking and grinned at Molly.
She thought the parking attendant was going to have a heart attack as she got out, with her tits almost falling out of her top as it gapped open. She spread her legs a little as she got out of the Jag, giving him a real good look at her bare pussy. She locked eyes with the attendant, and reached down to undo three more buttons at the bottom of her dress.
There was now only ONE button, just below her waist, keeping the dress from falling completely open. Charlie took her hand as they walked into the hotel and went to the desk, amid dumbfounded stares and shocked expressions. This was outrageous, even for Vegas! Charlie got their keys and they headed for the elevator with the bellman following with their cart of luggage.
When they got to their room. Molly was breathing hard and her face was flushed. She had never been that exposed, in public during the day before! So much for the safe little dress!
They went for dinner with Molly wearing a very short tan skirt. The lacy tops of her thigh high stockings were showing below her skirt. She had on brown heels. The blouse that Charlie had chosen for her to wear was a very light peach, almost a flesh color. If it weren't for a little stitchery on the front, you might have thought she wasn't wearing a blouse at all! Good thing they were in Vegas!
The next two days Charlie had to spend in all day seminars. Molly spent her first free day lounging by the hotel pool wearing the tiniest little bikini Charlie could find. It was just three little triangles of yellow cloth and some strings!
That evening the went to a topless dinner show. The ladies on stage were dressed in real high cut thong bottoms, panty hose, and platform spiked high heels. They were wearing sparkling jeweled necklaces, long dangly ear rings, and sparkly pasties covering their nipples.
Charlie said, "Maybe I should dress you like this sometime. But I like your nipples to show. They are such a rosy color and always pointed!"
Molly noticed something different about the lead dancer's breasts. Yes, they were full and firm, like hers were, with a lovely curve going up the bottom of her breast to her nipples which were centered and pointing straight forward. Molly thought, "My nipples are better." Molly's nipples were about the same size as her ring finger, with just a slight taper ending in a rounded point about a half an inch long.
But there was something else. Molly realized that she could actually see the dancer's nipples, poking out thru the silver jewelry covering her areolas. "Oh my God!" Thought Molly. "Her Nipples are pierced! She has barbells thru her nipples, holding her jewelry in place. No adhesive required."
Molly didn't tell Charlie what she had seen. Apparently Charlie hadn't noticed that the lead dancer wasn't wearing pasties like all the other dancers. They enjoyed a great show and a fine dinner. Molly had an idea!
The next day, while Charlie was at his seminar, Molly looked in the phone book and found a couple of businesses , close to their hotel, that advertised tattoos and body piercing. She put on a very short little red pleated skirt and a white top that was a soft, gauzy material. Charlie wasn't there to tell her what to wear, but she was sure he would approve of her choices if he were there.
She slipped on some high heeled sandals, picked up her purse and her room key, and headed out. She stopped in the lobby and asked the doorman for directions to the address of the closest shop she had found in the phone book.
Even in Vegas, where people tend to let go and get a bit wild and crazy, she still attracted a lot of admiring looks as she strolled down the sidewalk. She had learned over the months that she had been with Charlie that she could turn men's heads, and turn them on.
It made her feel sexy. Her self esteem had soared and now she felt confident that she could do anything!
When she got to the address she was looking for, it was a modest building, with signs in the windows advertising tattoos and body piercing. She couldn't see inside, but it looked okay from the outside, so she went in.
There was a small lobby with a front counter. There were books of tattoos on the counter. The girl behind the counter looked Molly over with a friendly smile on her face. "May I help you?"
Molly told her she wanted to find out about getting her nipples pierced, and maybe her belly button. The girl hollered thru the doorway leading to the back of the shop, "Hey, James, can you come up front?"
James walked thru the door, "What can I do for you?" He asked.
Molly suddenly wondered if this had been a good idea or not.
James was wearing khaki shorts, a brown tank top that said "Las Vegas" on it, and white tennis shoes. What had shocked Molly was all of his tattoos and piercings! He had tattoos all down both arms, on his legs below his shorts, on his neck and even one on his shaved head!
He had big bone plugs thru his ear lobes, studs in both sides of his nose, a ring thru one eye brow, and when he had spoken to Molly she had seen his tongue stud.
Molly nervously told him she was curious about getting her belly button pierced, and maybe her nipples.
James said, "Come on back to my office. I'll try to answer all your questions."
Molly went around the end of the counter and James escorted her back to his office. He explained to her how piercings were done and what after care need to be done. He also told her there would be some pain involved, but that it wasn't that bad, and would only last a little while.
He told her she could have straight or curved barbells, or captive ball rings thru her nipples, and showed her some samples. She asked about nipple jewelry and he showed her lots of different dangles and some very pretty nipple shields that he said could be worn behind her barbells.
She asked about the cost and was an appointment necessary. She told James, "I'll talk to my man about it and be in touch."
James handed her his business card.
