Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.
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Laura let Patricia walk ahead and wondered why the older woman didn't want to walk with her. Then as she passed the front of a clothing store, she saw a young blonde that looked like a streetwalker walking on the other side of the aisle. Laura watched the girl's long legs and her exposed hip flexing in the too high slits of her miniskirt. She stumbled and almost fell when she realized that it wasn't a hooker after all; the girl reflected from the mirror was her!
She blushed in humiliation and then looked around at everyone's stares. Some of the leering people looked at her with lust, while others with disgust, but they all looked at her. She kept her eyes glued to Dr. Adams walking in front, while she blushed with humiliation, not daring to look at anyone else, as she followed the older woman to a beauty salon.
Dr. Adams walked in and told the perky blonde behind the counter, "My Laura is here for her appointment."
'Appointment?' Laura thought, 'I don't have an appointment.' But before she had a chance to think about what was transpiring, Laura was directed back to a chair in the back and her hair was washed. While Laura was otherwise occupied, Patricia took the remote that controlled the small egg in Laura's pussy and began to tease the young blonde with varying intensities. Laura fought to control the fire burning in her sex, but it was useless. She reached down and pulled her skirt up so that she wouldn't ruin it, thankful that she was covered by the black smocked draped from her neck. She was vaguely aware that chemicals had been applied to her hair and she guessed that maybe Dr. Adams thought she needed a little different tone.
While Laura waited with her hair wrapped in strips of foil, her hairdresser was whispering to the other women working at the salon and pointing at Laura. It seems the woman had never met a real-life nymphomaniac before. And Laura certainly *had* to be a nympho. What else could explain the way the girl was dressed or the way she was softly moaning while her hair was cut and dyed. The hairdresser was sure she had seen the tell-tell movement of a hand beneath the black smock. The mewling sounds coming from Laura's throat and her half-lidded eyes were a dead giveaway of the state of her sexual excitement.
However, nothing prepared Laura for what happened an hour later when the hairstylist turned Laura around to face the mirror again. Laura was no longer a blonde, but a very curly haired brunette. Laura stared openmouthed at her reflection, while Dr. Adams put a pair of glasses on Laura. Laura was just about to argue that she didn't need glasses. Then Laura's mind drifted back to the picture of the geek she was supposed to humiliate. Laura looked just like the girl in the picture. Her lip trembled as she took in the implications.
Dr. Adams comforted Laura by massaging her shoulders. "I imagine you must have a lot of questions by now, don't you sweetie?" Then she neatly tucked Laura's now dark hair behind her ears. "Well, please be patient for just little longer and I will tell you everything as soon as we get home."
Laura left a daze. She was so busy thinking about what was going to happen to her; she didn't even pay any attention to the leering stares of the mall patrons, as they made their way back to Dr. Adams's car.
Laura got into the car and turned to Dr. Adams. "Dr. Adams, what is go-"
Dr. Adams put a finger to Laura's lips. "Call me Mummy - remember." Then she trailed the finger down between the former blonde's breasts and snuck it beneath Laura's skirt.
"M-mummy, what
is
going Ohhn!" Patricia's fingers gave Laura something else to think about and soon the young girl's doubts were replaced by the mounting passion coming from her sex. She lost herself to the sensations of the fingers exploring her pussy and didn't come around again until they had arrived at Dr. Adams house.
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"Okay sweetie, when we go into my house, there is going to be a few women there who are going to want to meet you. I'm warning you in advance that some of these women may be upset when they see you, but I promise that Mummy won't let anything happen to you sweetie." Dr. Adams stroked Laura's newly permed and dyed hair, comforting her while the young girl dutifully licked the juices from the older woman's fingers. "Now, I want you to promise me that you will be a good girl and tell the truth, like we discussed. Do you promise, sweetie?"
"I promise, mummy. But, when are you going to tell me-" Laura whined.
"Shush, I'll tell you what you need to know inside. Be sure to bring the envelope dear." Dr. Adams and Laura got out of the car and the two walked hand in hand into the house. Laura carried the envelope which contained a picture of a girl who looked exactly like she did. She wondered how much Dr. Adams knew and why she had wanted her to look like this girl.
When they entered the house Laura looked around at the nicely furnished house. Laura noticed about seven women in the living room of the house. There were several gasps when Laura entered and all of them had angry stares. Laura was certain that they didn't like her; she assumed it was because she was dressed like a prostitute. However, she couldn't have been further from the truth.
A short auburn haired woman cried out in rage and jumped up and ran toward Laura. Laura cringed in fear, expecting to be pummeled by the maniac. Luckily, two of the other women grabbed her before she could reach Laura.
"Bitch! Whore! I hate you! You ruined me! You ruined my goddamn life!" the woman raged, struggling against the arms that held her. She spat in Laura's face - twice. Poor Laura trembled, holding Dr. Adams's hand tightly for security; even giving it an extra squeeze to remind her of her promise to protect her.
Patricia's free hand shot out and slapped the crazed woman in the face. "Cindy! Get a hold of your self!" she demanded, which seemed to calm the woman down, but her chest still heaved and her eyes danced crazily.
Dr. Adams let go of Laura's hand and reached up to stroke her hair. "Ladies, let me remind everyone here, not to confuse Laura with the girls who caused you so much pain." Dr. Adams's hand moved down and undid the bottom tie of Laura's shirt then her fingers trailed to the top tie. "Here, let Laura prove that she isn't like those sorority sluts at all."
Laura prayed Dr. Adams knew what she was doing, because these women looked positively hostile toward her. "Hands behind your neck sweetie," Dr. Adams said. As Laura clasped her hands behind her neck as ordered, she felt the other tie undone and her top fell to the floor. Laura blushed being exposed this way and the feeling of helplessness was magnified ten-fold by the angry belligerent stares of her audience.
Patricia's hands moved to Laura's hips and the former blonde knew what was next. The miniskirt was pulled down her hips and she stepped out of it. She could feel the stares as all the women looked at her shaven aroused sex. She could hear some of them whisper. "pst-would you look at that . . . it's so big . . . she's dripping . . ."