Chapter 10
Arthur looked at Chloe with disappointment when she walked in. "Take all that off. I don't even know why I bother with you if you're going to keep losing your clothes." She dutifully stripped, a card fell out from the waistband of her skirt when she slipped it off. Arthur picked it up, making a show of ignoring the stark naked beauty, "Steve Aranowsky, where did you get this?"
"A man gave it to me just now. He was trying to pick me up."
Arthur's attention was fixated on the card. Steve was a major client, plus he owned the strip mall. Arthur figured he might be able to save some money on rent, "You will call him. Tonight."
"What?" This was out of nowhere.
Arthur handed her back the card, "Call him, or we're through. You'll go on a date with him, and you'll be extra nice. You understood me, yes?"
Chloe nodded. There was obviously something between Arthur and that weird dude. She wasn't psyched about going on a date with the guy, but Arthur was hooking her up with free clothes, and what harm could there be in an innocent little date. But "extra nice".... She didn't like the sound of that.
"Now, for tonight, I have something special!" Chloe noticed Arthur's mood had flipped. This morning he had actually told her that she would be going out on a date, but how did he know? It certainly didn't seem like Jeff had known he was going to ask her out. Maybe Arthur had some mystical ancient Greek trick for telling the future. Whatever the case, she liked his attitude better now than when she had walked in and she didn't think it would help to dig.
Arthur pulled out a luxurious strip of gold string and lame fabric and tied the ends with simple shoe lace knots to the silver chain around her neck. The gold strings draped onto her breasts and off the sides slightly; the fabric, a four inch wide strip, rose back up low over the swell of each nipple, so low that the top edge just concealed her little nubs with plenty of pink left showing above. The material covered her to a couple of inches on either side of her nipples and stopped. There was no string or other cover beyond the scrap and the chain, and she was bare from the side of one tit, around her back to the breast flesh on the other side.
The loop hung low in the middle, shaping itself to the contours of her pert globes and forming a window for the deep valley between them. Looking down, Chloe saw the fabric looked painted on, and looking straight down she had a clear view of the little chains hanging off her engorged clit. Just the sight made her press her legs together involuntarily. She could feel the gold cloth cling, which reassured her that it wasn't about to slide off.
Arthur then brought out a matching skirt. This wrapped around her left side and angled up to the right. On the left, the cloth came two inches below her butt, but as it crossed, it got shorter. Her small patch of pubic hair was just covered, but bottom of her slit was exposed, emphasized by the silver chains, and a couple of inches of crack were left uncovered above and below in back. The skirt continued to rise so it was only three inches wide over the middle of her right thigh, in back, it ended in the middle of her butt cheek. A single thin gold string traversed the large expanse of naked ass and leg, and Arthur tied it off with a simple shoe lace knot, no safety. Of course, anyone could rotate the skirt to place the gap wherever he liked.
He gave her strappy gold pumps, this time with no platforms, but a taller heel at six inches. Chloe was in a sharp tip toe and hoped he wouldn't make her wear anything higher. She doubted her feet were long enough for a higher heel. Arthur next carefully removed her makeup with a special chemical and scrubbed away the cum on her face and tits with a sponge before reapplying a new coat (of makeup). Gold mascara, gold lipstick, gold earrings. The gold color contrasted against the somewhat more utilitarian silver, and in spite of its brighter color drew more attention to her bindings. The blush was again pink. He added a large gold bow to the bottom of her long braid, which he wrapped over the soiled thong already binding her hair. For his last touch, he replaced the ribbon on top of her head with an even larger golden bow. The bow on her braid was six inches across, but the one on top was massive, draping off to the sides like a floppy hat.
There was definitely more material in the one bow than in everything else she was wearing combined. Tonight she would be all golden, except for one detail. Arthur pulled out a spray bottle.
"I am not superman, but I did make a promise. When I explained your situation, a couple of the owners around here decided to help out."
Chloe realized the spray bottle had a milky white liquid sloshing in it. There had to be over a pint in there! She stared dumb in disbelief.
"Stand still now," Arthur walked around, her spraying a thin mist on her bare back and legs, then paying special attention to her face and breasts, getting some of the shopkeepers' semen on the gold clothes. "I mixed in some baby oil to keep it moist and some gold glitter to go with your outfit. A true slut should wear cum proudly, but I don't want it getting all crusted tonight. Just glossy."
Chloe's tits and gold painted face now had a glazed look to them. Looking in the mirror, she realized she looked worse than naked. Arthur bent her over and had her place her hands on tone of the full length mirrors around his shop, "We are not quite done preparing you for your date."
Behind her, she saw Arthur come out with a big, clear bottle. He knelt down and started working a finger into her asshole. After plunging in and out a few times, he replaced his finger with the nozzle of the bottle and squeezed. Chloe felt a cool liquid pour into her. "With those piercings, you will probably want to stay away from activity up front," Arthur looked at her meaningfully, "but I know you like sex, so it's important to keep lubricated." Arthur gave her a small gold clutch bag made of the same lame fabric that was lying on the counter, "I gave you a lot just now, but I also put a little bottle in your purse, just in case."
"Th... Thank you," this day was full of surprises. Arthur confused her. He could be so mean sometimes, but he also seemed to care in his way. Of course, it
was
him who had dressed her up like this, but it's not like he'd put a gun to her head and forced her to be a slut for her coworkers. That had just sort of... happened. Every way she looked at her situation, she kept finding that she was the root cause of everything that was going on in her life. Well, if she was a slut she might as well own it. The notion of taking charge of her sluttyness was like an epiphany. If she was going to be a slut, she was going to do it on her own terms, and if she did it on her own terms, she knew she could keep it together. Chloe smiled her first genuine smile since Jeff had asked her out. Some lube leaked out of her ass and started trickling down her leg.
She went through her poses with gusto, letting Arthur get his fill on his camera and bringing out poses from her cheerleader days. Splits, deep stretches, high kicks as well as she could pull them off in her towering heels. At least the clothes gave her lots of mobility. The forceful movements also caused her clit piercings to go nuts and her sore clit was throbbing by the end. For his part, Arthur figured he'd have to see the doctor the next day for Viagra if he was going to fuck her the way he wanted. Now he was still recovering from the morning. She was hot, but he was seventy six.
Chloe walked out of the shop confidently to catch her bus and made it to the bus stand just as it arrived. The bus was packed and she ended up standing in the aisle between the seats. The men in front and behind her soon turned to face her direction. She was feeling naughty and smiled at the guy in front of her, who took that as an invitation to rub her tits. Inevitably, he slid his palm under her little top. A look of confusion crossed his face and he looked at his hand.
"That's my boyfriend's jizz," The stranger looked at his hand in disgust. Chloe grabbed it and licked it clean, giving a big smile. The stranger's mouth dropped and he numbly put his hand back. The guy behind her saw the same thing, and got bold, groping her ass. She thrust it back towards him and gyrated to the hands rubbing her up. They slid their palms around her slippery skin, mauling her tits and ass cheeks. Other guys decided to get in on the fun and she was soon covered by hands. She wanted to protest when someone slipped a slimy finger up between the folds of her labia, but her voice was cut off by fingers from two hands slipping into her mouth. She felt more hands kneading her cheeks apart. Someone must have noticed the copious lube leaking out her back door because a finger was soon pumping slowly back there. She pumped back.
All the hands stimulating her body got her so worked up that the pain in her pierced clitty barely registered. She was just enjoying the moment, working herself up and down on the fingers in her lower orifices and slurping at the series of hands migrating to her mouth dripping with oil enriched jizz. Her mouth was soon so loaded with the stuff, that when the commuters put their hands back they had mainly just added some of her spit to the original concoction. Chloe's body was hardly getting any cleaner. More fingers joined the first ones in her ass and pussy and people switched around, sharing. At any one time, at least three different people had a couple of fingers in the busty coed. Hands pulling out wiped off on her sticky skin and mixed her own sex fluids and the lube with Arthur's special mix.
By the time the bus came to her stop, she had licked a lot of the special semen coating, but she looked even wetter and glossier than when she had left the store. Thinking of herself as a slut was starting to feel pretty liberating. Once she stopped thinking of fucking as shameful, she realized she could have a lot of fun. And no one seemed to care if she walked around flashing her pussy at everyone.
All this sex was putting a cramp in her exercise regimen, though. She wouldn't get in any exercise tonight, and she was determined to find time for her jog tomorrow. Now, though, she remembered Arthur had asked her to call someone.
"Hello, is this Steve?"
