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After Brandi trains Christina, Gerard takes next step
Greetings readers.
I wasn't sure where to post this. I considered both my profile page, or a comment at the end of one of the chapters, but after thinking about it, it seems the only likely place it might be seen and read is at the beginning of a chapter.
First, let me say that I can accept constructive criticism. Presented in the right way, it's a very helpful tool to a writer. Additionally, I knew going in that this series was going to be panned. It's the nature of the genre, even though it's placed in novels and novellas. At the beginning of chapter one I warned that this is much different than anything I've written before and its not for everyone. But, I was prepared for the backlash.
That said, there are a couple things I didn't expect, and one I won't accept. I knew there were, for the lack of a better way to put it, trolls. I confirmed this week that there are people that use multiple accounts and downvote stories multiple times. How, you ask? Well, I received two nearly identical anonymous comments to one of my stories; each opening with the exact same line that they voted it one star. When I logged on, they both had been posted 44 minutes before. Too many coincidences. Yet, the system will only let you post one anonymous comment per account per story. After that you have to use your username. That's a lot of effort for one person just to dislike something instead of not reading multiple chapters.
I can't do anything about someone downvoting multiple times. I'm not going to turn off the voting/comment feature even though I could. What I won't accept is anonymity. If you want to pan or complain or question, fine. But step out of the shadows and own your words. I've had one comment state they can't believe I've lowered myself to write this series, and questioned whether or not I turned in my man card. Another used the word 'wimp', while a third I won't mention because it's not worth giving them the notoriety. I deleted all those comments, because they didn't have the guts to own them. That's a prerogative I will continue to exercise.
The funny thing is, since I've begun posting this series, and doing it a lot quicker than I normally do, I've seen a huge uptick in new followers and people liking those particular chapters. Unfortunately, it seems those people don't vote, and almost never comment. I've never pandered for either, and I'm reluctant to do it now. But I am, if only to drown out some of the hate when all I'm doing is trying to provide a different audience a storyline they might enjoy.
Anyway, for those of you that do appreciate the time and effort I put into my writing, I hope you enjoy this latest installment.
Mimaster
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Friday morning, March 15th
Brandi had just pulled up to the curb in front of what she considered her home gym. It was the closest to where she lived, and it was where Gerard worked most of the time. Even if her schedule had her going to one of the nine other locations in his chain, or three like she had planned for the day, she'd usually start her workday there.
Christina had started her day there as well. Not to work out, even though it was the gym she frequented. Up until two days before, it was the one she knew existed. That was prior to Wednesday, when Brandi began taking her on a guided tour of all the gyms in the empire that Gerard had created.
The tour was rather limited. It wasn't like she was literally shown around each of the locations. She wasn't there to compare workout equipment or the square footage designated for aerobics and Zumba classes. She was there to suck the cocks of the men charged with running the facility; two of them at every facility she was taken.
Just like that first time in her personal gym of choice, she had to strip naked in the hallway and enter the men's locker room that way. Once there she would drop on her knees and wait. Excitedly. When the first guy would enter the room, she'd hand him her phone and tell him to record it. She wouldn't get it back until she sucked off the second guy... the two handing it off in their office like a track baton.
She'd dress in the hallway and leave with two loads of cum on her face, wearing them until they arrived at the next gym. She was allowed to wash it off when she got there, Gerard thinking it best to allow each pair of managers to see just how beautiful she was before they marked her. There was a wicked part of Christina that didn't want to, wondering just how slutty she'd look at the end of the day with six men's worth of sperm on her. She did have to wear the last two loads until she was in the vehicle line at the school to pick up her kids, and she had to text Gerard a picture to prove it.
She knew she'd have to suck cock as part of her penance for disappointing Gerard that first time they were together. Although it hardly felt like punishment. She was in the middle of a sexual awakening the likes of which she'd never dreamed. Yet Brandi had warned her to keep her guard up, knowing full well he would be testing Christina in other ways during her three-day trial period as a hotwife wannabe.
There were the pictures he'd demand as proof of her obedience, which she totally anticipated. Making her eat Brandi's pussy to start each of the first two days was unexpected. That was a huge challenge, and not only did she pass, she also enjoyed it. Her most recent challenge... the one that ended her afternoon the day before, was something she never could have anticipated. Frankly, it was one she wasn't sure she could comply with, but she found the courage with the help of her new friend.
"Nice outfit," Brandi winked.
"Thanks," she replied, looking down at what she was wearing. The pale blue tube top stretched tightly over her big breasts, barely containing them. She was showing both cleavage up top, and underboob below. The bright white hip-hugger shorts were made of spandex, and were deliberately too small. The legs stopped at her crotch, and the material pinched up between her thighs creating a very noticeable camel toe effect. Her four-inch wedge sandals strapped up past her ankles and tied in a bow. "I'm feeling very prostitute-y standing here like this."
"What are you trying to say... you don't like my clothes?" Brandi teased.
Christina bent over at the waist, her hands holding the top of the door. Her heavy tits bounced around in the process, the thin material of the top struggling to hold them in. She actually looked like a hooker trying to pick up a John. "I'm not saying that. I'm actually thrilled we're the same size. I don't have
anything
like this in my closet. Or the schoolgirl outfit you loaned me yesterday. I had to go out and buy the miniskirt and blouse I wore Wednesday, for God's sake."
"Yeah, I'm thinking that's the next thing I'm going to help mentor you on. If you're going to be a real hotwife we're gonna have to seriously update your wardrobe."
"I'm all for shopping," she said as she opened the door to climb in. "I just don't know how you walk around dressed like this all day. Or even what I wore yesterday."
"Oh my God, Chris... I don't wear that in public. Those are party outfits."
"Party... what kind of party?"
"Never mind that now... we need to get going."
Christina started to get in, but Brandi raised her hand and she dutifully stopped. She knew something was up; she just didn't know what. She did lob out a guess, saying, "I assume you want me to eat you... where are we doing it? Inside?"
"You don't know how great that sounds, but not right now. I was wondering, how are the nipples?"
"Sore. Very sore."
"Show me. Pull the top down."
Christina realized it was another test. "He's watching, isn't he," she laughed as she reached for the top.
"You know I can't tell you that," she winked.
Sliding it down she let the material fall to her hips. "Does he want me to turn around?"
"Sometimes it's more erotic when you can't see and you have to use your imagination."
Putting her hands on her hips, she stood there like an Amazon. "And yet you can't take your eyes off them."
"I have a different imagination than he does," she shot back, her naughty laugh wafting with the cool morning breeze coming off the nearby ocean. "Come on. Leave them out until we clear the parking lot... but we really need to get going."
Christina sat down, but waited to fasten her seatbelt because she wouldn't be able to pull her top up if she did. And since she was instructed to wait until they left the parking lot, she hesitated.
Brandi would have none of that. "Safety first, Chris. The car doesn't come out of neutral until you buckle up."
"Hmm... tricked me into letting you drive me around topless, did he?" she said as she snapped the clip into the buckle, the chest strap splitting between her breasts.
"Put on your sunglasses and act like you're supposed to be topless. The key to dealing with it is to own it."
"Just don't get pulled over," she sighed.
They were heading toward the freeway when they heard the first honk. Christina ignored the car next to them. Brandi reached over and cupped her friend's left tit, lifting it. When she let it drop back, she grabbed it, flicking her thumb over the swollen nipple, and the new jewelry adorning it.
"Do you like them?"
"The nipple rings? Yeah... I have to admit I do. I still can't believe I worked up the nerve to go through with it. It never would have happened if it weren't for you helping me through it."
"Bullshit. You have more strength than you give yourself credit for. You just need to learn to tap into it."
