This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere.
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The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission.
This story takes place in the entirely fictional city of Springfield, California, so don't go looking for it on a map. And in my little fictional world, there are no unwanted pregnancies or STD's, except as plot driving devices. The author encourages the practice of safe-sex.
Also, although this story (and subsequent chapters) are placed in the "Novels and Novellas" category, that is primarily because no other single category made any more sense. This overall storyline has some aspects of group sex, interracial sex, lesbian sex, heterosexual sex, anal sex, as well as BDSM sexual activity. If any of these types of activities bother you, you might want to stop reading now.
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Torrie was squirming on one of the crude wooden benches that littered the upper story of the Eastside Mall. She had been sitting there for almost half an hour and had drawn a bit of attention. The fact that she was an attractive twenty-two year old with bright pink hair and a killer body wasn't the only reason. She was also dressed for all the world like a cheap hooker. She had on a leather mini-skirt that was far too short, no panties, stiletto heels and a fishnet top over a satin bra. She also was wearing candy-apple-red lipstick, blue eye shadow and a very noticeable perfume. It was the sort of outfit she never would have worn just three months earlier, but that was before Isabel Turner took control of Torrie's life.
Isabel was Torrie's mistress. They had known each other on and off for a while, but several months earlier, Torrie had become Isabel's sexual submissive. Torrie had always been aroused by strong personalities, and Isabel had just such a countenance. Isabel had spent some time one evening making sure that Torrie would be "compliant" enough, then took the girl into the cooler at the convenience store where she worked, spanked her to orgasm while fucking her with a plastic bottle, then took her home the next day. Torrie had a closet full of clothes like the ones she was wearing that Isabel had bought for her to wear. Isabel's parents were rich and generous in regards to their daughter, so Isabel had splurged on the sluttiest, nastiest outfits she could think of for Torrie to wear. She like her submissive to behave as a whore and Torrie would do whatever Isabel asked of her. Because Isabel was the only person who made Torrie feel alive. For years, Torrie had become increasingly discontent with her life, and the buxom brunette that was Isabel Turner had made Torrie's heart beat again.
Isabel was wandering aimlessly on the other side of the second story of the mall. She had a scarf on over her head and was wearing sunglasses, as she didn't want to be recognized. She came from wealth, as her father owned a series of very successful clothing stores up and down the California coastline, and had his fingers in a number of other businesses as well. And he wanted Isabel to be a prominent part of the family business. She had been trained her whole life to take over when he retired. She often wondered what he would do if he found out that his only daughter was a lesbian who was playing bondage games with a girl who worked at a gas station and was miles below the Turner family in regards to the social scale. But Isabel couldn't think about that at the moment. All she could think about was the beautiful girl sitting across from her on the park bench. She had called Torrie on the cell-phone that she had provided the girl (and only Isabel knew the number for) and made sure she was ready for "pick-up," which was Torrie's cue to get into one of her costumes. She had brought Torrie to this public place, taken her into a public bathroom, spanked her several time when she was sure they were alone, then stuck some vibrating pleasure balls into the girl's dripping pussy. Then she had instructed Torrie to go sit on that bench until she received a signal from Isabel to return to the car. She had come to the conclusion that human males could sense a girl in heat, as they had flocked to Torrie like dogs. She saw Torrie blush as they made crude comments and advances. Isabel could only imagine the humiliation that Torrie was feeling as her body unwillingly moved her towards orgasm as she was pawed at by strangers. Torrie had been forbidden from touching herself or doing anything to relieve her growing arousal. She was told to flirt with anyone who came on to her, but then to send whoever it was on his way. It was that humiliation that turned both girls on, and only Isabel was allowed to end it.
Isabel wandered by and saw that Torrie was alone. She signaled for the girl to spread her legs slightly, which Torrie did. Isabel got a good look up the girl's skirt and the glistening delight between the girl's thighs. She motioned for Torrie to close her legs before wandering off, leaving her submissive to almost literally stew in her own juices for a while. Just then, she heard a voice behind her.
"Isabel?"
She turned and saw Janine Carpenter standing there, and her heart involuntarily jumped. Janine had been her best friend for many years before Janine's family fell into hard times. Her parents had gotten divorced after her father was sent to jail for tax evasion, and Janine and her mother had found themselves struggling to make ends meet. When Janine's economic standing went down the toilet, so did her social standing and all of their friends had completely cut her off. Only Isabel still spoke to her, and even she didn't go out of her way to do so. Isabel felt a pang of guilt about that. Janine was a pretty girl with long brown hair and a pleasing figure, and the two had "experimented" a few times when they were younger. Janine was one of the only people who knew about Isabel's lesbianism. And like a REAL friend, Janine had kept Isabel's secret.
Isabel hugged her friend with genuine warmth. She hated the social rules that separated them, but she had to keep up appearances if she expected to inherent her father's business. But Janine had come from that world, and she understood all too well the rules of it all. "Janine!" she said back, then got her voice back under control. "It's been too long."
"I know. I'm sorry I've been too busy to call." Both girls knew that wasn't the reason, but it was a pleasant enough lie. "What are you doing here? I thought you'd be rather be caught dead than be caught shopping here?"
Isabel released the girl from her hug, but made sure that Janine's back was facing Torrie. Isabel needed to keep an eye on her servant and make sure she behaved. "There was something I couldn't find at Park Place Mall, so I decided to slum and try here. Just a pair of shoes I was looking for. What are you doing here?"
"Working," Janine said, blushing. She remembered the days when "working" was a four letter word for young debutantes such as herself. "I got a job at Victoria's Secrets. It's not much, but it helps pay the bills until I graduate. I'm a semester behind due to . . . transferring credits and everything." After her sudden plunge into relative poverty, Janine had transferred to the less expensive and less prestigious Cal State University.
Isabel smiled. Janine was a smart cookie, and Isabel knew she would be okay. Once Isabel was in a better position, she would try and help her friend out. Thinking about that made her feel a little better. She glanced over Janine's shoulder and saw that Torrie was glancing over, wondering what her mistress was doing talking to another girl. Torrie was also gripping the edge of the bench, and Isabel knew the girl was having an orgasm. The vibrating pleasure balls had done their damage. Torrie was trying to divert the advances of a couple teenage boys while keeping her orgasm under control. But Isabel had seen that complexion and that rigidity of form too many times in the prior months to be fooled. She smiled to herself and turned back to Janine.
"You look good," she said, meaning every word. Janine actually looked . . . healthier.
"I . . . you know," the other girl started, "I think being poor may have been one of the best things that ever happened to me."
