Any worries about spending the summer confined to my gilded cage turned out to be unwarranted. Not only did I spend Tuesday mornings with Stephanie, reinforcing our lactation fetish, but, at Nicole's insistence, we also started having official dates on Saturday, creating a sudo lesbian relationship. Nicole also arranged for me to spend my Friday nights with Jessica and Hannah, teaching them the pleasures and responsibilities of a lesbian dom/sub relationship.
Yet, Nichole had much more devious plans than for me to spend my time locked away for the summer. Out of school and away from our parents Nicole's control over me was now unchecked, and looked for new ways to exploit my sapphic sexuality. Decided on a perverse spin on the old teenage right of summer employment. Along with modeling, Nicole announced that she found five women interested in 'contracting my services' to assist in treating 'female hysteria' a homage to the early 1900's when doctors used early electric vibrators to administer pelvic massages. Nicole joked that my tongue was far superior in treating the condition.
While I understood the ethical jump from sex with women, while forced, to sex for profit moved me into the illegal sex trade I gave up trying to escape Nicole's control and accepted her decision without a fight. I was already performing sexual acts on women, so officially adding payments to the equation in a way just made it less personal. It wasn't an emotional action, it was business. I didn't even care when Nicole told me she would be keeping $150 of the $200 each woman was paying for the weekly 'appointments' as a finders fee. In the end Nicole would receive $9,000 from my summer's work to my $3,000.
As my mistress, and now pimp, Nicole took care of all the details. I was scheduled to meet my first client the following Monday morning, where I exited the Uber wearing my thigh high black leather boots and the same strapless red dress I wore on Valentine's Day. As I walked up the suburban driveway, I was conscious how my enhanced figure made the dress noticeably tighter. My enlarged bust prevented me from fully closing the front zipper, placing my cleavage on display, while my rounder hips caused the tight hemline of the dress to constantly ride up, threatening to expose my lack of underwear. Given the location, time of day and dressed as I was, it was obvious that my visit was sexual in nature.
Nicole gave me very little information about my client, only stating she was very interested in employing my services. As I approached the house, an older Asian woman opened the door wearing nothing but a silk robe opened to her navel and leaving the valley between her breasts fully exposed. I instantly recognized her as the woman who manhandled me on Valentine's Day (ch 17). The woman saw me sitting naked in the restaurant per Nicole's orders and followed me into the bathroom, where she confronted me and made me orally pleasure her. When I was safely back at the table, the woman walked past and discreetly left a $100 bill and her card, no doubt giving Nicole the idea to pimp me out.
"We meet again," purred the woman with a devilish grin.
Still in shock, I was unable to respond, and I simply stared wide-eyed. While I was a heterosexual woman forced to live the life of a lesbian, she was the exact opposite. I remember her stating that she was a lesbian having to hide her sexuality due to her families conservative culture and forced to marry a much older man to move to the United States.
"I see you are still enamored with my body," laughed the woman as she stepped aside, "come in and let me look at you."
Slightly embarrassed, I stepped into her home. Not wanting to further embarrass myself, I stood at attention as she slowly circled me while her hand caressed my body. With my fear and arousal linked, my body responded to her touch.
"Yes, very nice", hissed the woman as she pressed herself into my back, her hands encircling me and groping my breasts. "I see you have matured since our last meeting."
"Yes ma'am," I replied as her palms pressed against my hardening nipples.
With a quick lick behind my ear the woman moved in front me. "Come my pet," commanded the woman as her finger grasped the zipper on my dress and led me deeper into her home.
Entering her living room, we stopped in front of her couch and she slowly pulled the zipper as my confined breasts helped to push the fabric out of the way. Like earlier, I stood at attention as she exposed my body. With the zipper undone the dress fell into her hand and she tossed it casually on the coffee table leaving me in only my thigh high leather boots.
"Your body is exquisite," stated the woman as her hands explored my naked flesh. "By far the prettiest I have ever had.
"Thank you ma'am," I breathed as her fingers slid over my moist slit.
"But you are not here to receive pleasure from me," smiled the woman as she pushed on my shoulders, making me kneel before her. "You are here to worship me."
With that she untied the sash of her robe revealing her body and sat on the edge of the couch with her legs spread wide. "Why don't you give me a little kiss," suggested the woman?
Her arousal was obvious, from the flushness of her face to her hardened nipples to her vaginal secretions. She was primed and ready for an orgasm and I knew what I had to do. I crawled towards the curly patch of hair covering my intended target, and wedged my face between her soft thighs, forcing her legs wider as I kissed her nether lips.
"Mmmmm, very nice," purred the woman as she placed her hand behind my head. "Earn your money, my red-headed whore. My husband spends his Mondays on the golf course, paying $200 to put a little white ball into a hole and then eating out," continued the woman as she caressed my hair. "I feel his money is much better spent having you put that lovely tongue into my hole and eating me out."
I didn't hesitate or protest, but simply extended my tongue and wiggled it along her slit, remembering her flavor from the evening at the restaurant. Even though I was heterosexual, it didn't matter. I was here to do a job, and that job was to orally pleasure my client. I nibbled at her clit, kissed her lips and explored her pussy just as I had been trained to do. Furthermore, I was a woman hired to sexually pleasure another woman, a prostitute and as she called me, a whore.
After a few minutes I felt the familiar pulsing of her vaginal walls, she was close. Pushing my tongue deep into her channel I felt her body stiffen and then convulse as her cum flowed over my tongue and into my mouth.
"Yes, very good," breathed the woman, releasing my head and allowing her to look at my cum covered face. "That was the best orgasm I had in a long time. You definitely earned your money."
Each Monday was basically the same. I would arrive at her home after her husband left for his morning game and orally pleasure her. Nicole even started to playfully dress me in sexy golf attire for my appointments.
My Tuesday client was a bit different. She was a professional woman, and thus our appointment was set after work hours allowing my mornings to be spent with Stephanie.
I arrived at her home dressed in what could best be described as a sexy secretary. In fact, I was dressed in the same form fitting black mini skirt and light blue blouse I wore when Annette took me to her office. The key difference being the black thigh high stockings now ended below the hem of my skirt.
Unlike yesterday, I was not met at the door and had to ring the doorbell. After waiting several minutes the door finally opened revealing Annette's boss, Evalin. Still dressed for the office, she wore a professional women's suit; knee-length black skirt with a black blazer over a white blouse, very much the power executive.
