The Awakening Of Chastity Ch 09

A Work Of Fiction.

Part 9 - Shopping Spree

Terri :

Tom is in a rage as Candy reveals that I've been taking smack all day. He drags me out to the car, calls me a "..fuckin' idiot!" and tells me to "..get in."

I'm still on that needle high, but know that Tom is really upset. The drive home really is awful. No music on. No talking. The occasional huff from Tom. Really not where I particularly want to be.

We get it. It's stupid o clock - again, yet Tom is slamming the door, turning to face me...face full of anger.

"What the fuck? You stupid fuckin' idiot!". He's trying so hard not to explode...not to go off on one. "Just what the fuck did you think you were doing, you stupid bitch?"

"I-I-I dunno..." was the best I could muster. Just made him angrier.

"I just through...." I started. "'Just fuckin' thought' what, Terri? It'd be fun? That's so fuckin' dangerous, you idiot!" he exclaimed.

Silence for a few moments. Long moments. What felt like long moments. "Then why?"

"Well, Candy asked..." I started.

"...and you thought that she was cool? That poor cow is controlled. You can see it. She's afraid of Martika. Doesn't want to displease her. That's the shit that's keeping her like that...controlled. You want to be like that? Like her? Fuckin' hell, Terri, she's owned! You want to be a fuckin' slave?"

He's right. I'm too tired to argue. There's nothing to argue, actually; He's hit the nail on the head. She's 'controlled' and 'owned' by Martika. Do I want that for myself? No.

Ok. At least one decision made. But, I can't really say much as I am still under the influence. I tell Tom that we need bed, and that we need to get up fairly early as April, Martika's right-hand bitch, is going out with us on a shopping spree in which I'm going to have my own hooking clothes.

"Fuck!" is all he can muster at the moment, and we go to bed. No hugs...he pushes me off.

Alarm goes off and we get up. I'm still in my makeup and things. Didn't really sleep much, however stoned I was, as I'd pissed off Tom. Tom's very easy going and so to have him upset like this was just...painful.

So, we're up and I'm showered. He's made breakfast and I ask him about today, of course, apologizing profusely first about doing heroin in the brothel with Candy and Donna. Tom says that he's not going.

Ok.

So, anycase, I get dressed and perfumed, reapplying my heavy thick makeup, do my hair and put on all the rings and bangles - all Sarah's, of course - and light up a cigarette and have a coffee, again to get into the role.

Tom, thankfully, can't resist this heavenly, slutty creature and has his way with me again. Full, frantic, violent sex.

With a vagina full, and spilling, of his seed I kiss him goodbye, again saying sorry for yesterday, and leave. No coat today, it's like I don't really care who sees me in the neighbourhood. Thankfully though...nobody's out.

...and I drive the 30-40 minutes over to Martika's, and park the car. Stepping out, I light up. Gotta look - and feel - like one of the girls again, even though it's not my working day as such....just a Saturday...in which Martika has ordered me to go out with you, April, to get me my hooking clothes and jewellery.

April :

I'm there already, boo. Martika told me to get my shit together and arm myself with her credit card, so I'm there waiting for the bitch. My owner's not sure if this Chastity's husband's gonna be there or not.

Turns out he's not and she's just there on her own.

My owner's told me that my sister, Candy, had her on the needle all yesterday and, when she left after her shift, there was some shit going down between her and her husband.

Bitch comes to the door and I'm just taking a drag from my cigarette.

"All ok, boo?" I ask.

"Fine." she answers.

"Y'want a bump?" I ask.

Terri :

So, there's April at the door, looking like she's ready to sell herself, and she asks me if I'm alright. I guess she's heard about the thing that happened with me and Tom. Then she bloody asks me if I wanted to do a couple of lines! I had to remind her that I was driving!

April :

Well, if you remember, I went back in and banged out a few lines, boo. Then armed with my handbag, containing my cigarettes, my lighter and Martika's Credit Card, we hit the road.

So we drove over, actually back from where the slag came from, to do our shopping. Gonna be a fun fucking time.

Terri :

April insisted that we smoked as we drove and we just talked about general chit chat. I'd never talked, really, with her much before. Only in passing. So I asked her the obvious...how long she's been with Martika.

She's very proud of that; tells of how she sought her out, after reading some her articles on a website called The Experience Project and talking about how she trained her. It all echoed things of just how my Tom found out about her.

We talked about Mark - Martika's husband - and just how he is...and we talked about Martika's children.

"She's got children?" I recall asking.

"Yeah, boo. Miya, Jasmin and Suzanne." - which is what she had at the time - "...all created from whorin', boo. All from punters. Ain't that cool, yeah?"

'Wow..' I think to myself. That is amazing.

Anyways, we park in town, and get out...out in the daylight. I'm a little...shall we say...conscious of looking just how I look. The little red leather skirt, the fishnets, the heels. April is likewise, with a purple leather mini and a white top. She acts like it's normal.

I remember her saying "Boo, this is the kind of shit I wear all the time. My owner..." - there's that term again, first from Candy (her sister) and now from her - "...wants us to look like ho's all the time. It's been beaten into me, boo, over the years. B'sides, these types of clothes are all I own.", trailing off with "You get used to it, boo. C'mon, let's go..."

So, first off, we go to the lingerie shop. "Bitch, you need a bunch of hot bras and suspender belts. No panties, we never use those shit.."

Which was the line echoed out into the store when April got bras in red, blue, white and black...

Straight at the till, with people behind us, and the till girl saying that if you bought the matching panties, there was some kind of deal on.

"They're for her, boo, an' this bitch never wears them..." was April's answer that made me want to curl up and die.

Onto the next store...

I'm carrying all the shit too.

Jewellery next H M Samuels.

They have the name in script there too, that Martika ordered. Some bangles, some dress rings, some chains and pendants are bought. Literally hundred's of pounds worth. There's a delay as we're waiting for the transaction to go through. April texting Martika - I think it is Martika - and then it's okayed.

There's a market stall that sells stockings, so April buys a bunch of pairs of black seamed fishnets, before we head over, to various stores, for some to to wear.

Then, we stop for a coffee and a cigarette. Hanging out the front of a little place, I sometimes go to with Tom, but never slutted up like this. One of the servers does a double take, so I guess they kind of realise who it is, as we take our seats, and just chat away.

I like April. She's nice. Not too bright, or at least she comes across like that, don't you April? Faithful to Martika like crazy. Like a mini-Martika, I suppose.

So we're just checking on the world. Taking it all in. Resting up, before the next job. Tom texts me, asks how it's going. I tell him fine. He's still angry about the heroin thing. I can understand. I keep on apologizing.

"Right, slag...let's go. Gotta get the skirts and shit." April suddenly leaps into action and informs me. I'm carrying the tops and underwear, she's got the jewellery.

We go to this shop that does leather gear, and April gets me to try on the skirts and a jacket. We manage to get 2 really tight black leather ones, they're also was a couple of red leather mini's, and then there was a little pink one too.

I, of course, have to try them on....same with the black tasselled leather jacket.

We go up to the till and there's this little boy there. Very young. April, you hand over all the gear...6 items in total...to the guy at the front.

He's racking up the price and telling April...and makes a little remark of it being a lot of leather clothing.

April here goes "Yeah boo. Bitch here works in a brothel so she's got to look on point, you know? You feel me?"

Again, I feel like the biggest piece of shit in the known universe.

So small.

April :

It's been drilled in to me, boo, over all the years that you don't give a shit what others think and say. You represent who you are. Hater's gonna hate. Fuck that! You're a ho. Be that. Represent that.

Of course, I've had this all my career. This bitch? Never been anything like this situation for her. Gotta stop being so up herself, boo. Get used to it. Martika'll make her.

This shit is heavy as fuck to carry, boo! We trundle through town to the car park and put the shit in Terri's boot, then we go get some food.

Terri :

I can't believe just what we've got. Boy is it heavy. We drop the crap off in my car and then head off for a bite to eat.

I have something nice and pasta style, I recall, and April grabs a salad. Martika makes sure that she doesn't go overboard on food.

"My owner says I gotta watch what I eat, boo. Gotta keep slim. Nobody wants to bang a fat bitch, y'know? That's what Martika says." is her reply.

Food ate, and April here has a couple of vodkas to go with it, we set about buying tops. Checking out various stores along our way. Whilst doing this, of course, we smoke.

Just out of interest, of course, I ask April about all the smoking. I tell her that I had just really started before coming to work for Martika. April nods.

"I started when I was with Martika, boo, so I get ya. My owner wants her bitches to smoke, so I do. So we all do.".

I tell her that I don't think I generally smoke as much as everyone else, but that it's a lot anyways. Out of curiosity, just how much does she smoke?

April :

Bitch starts asking about my smoking and how long I've done it. By this point I'm, like, 6 years with my owner. I tell her about my first few weeks, with Martika, who - even when I was not with her...when she was out selling herself - that she would text me and tell me to light up, matching her cigarette for cigarette.

"Generally, boo, I match Martika. That's what I'm told. When she lights up, then I do too. My owner smokes a lot. Us bitches need to smoke, that's what she says. She smokes around 3 packs - 60 cigarettes - a day, so I'm around that, boo. I'm used to it by now. Love it, actually."

Bitch comes back with "That is a lot.", and I say "Bitch, what Martika says goes. My boo does the thinking. Whatever she says, that's my thoughts too. She asks me to fuck minge - other bitches - I fuck minge, y'know? She asks me to smoke, I smoke. There's no thinking I just do."

Terri :

We get a bunch of low-cut jumpers and blouses - red, white and pink - and I do the carrying. Then shoes.

Get to the car, light up - obviously - and drive back to Martika's house this time. I'm invited in and chat to Martika, her husband Mark and Miya, their daughter. Martika makes me a cuppa and, as I'm talking to Mark, I notice Miya staying quiet but drinking from a tumbler, cigarette between her fingers.

Mark's talking, briefly, about his job as a lawyer and asking about my 'other' job in finance. I sip my tea and listen.

They seem quite a regular family. Just do something that isn't.

I stay about 30 minutes. Martika gives me a talk about looking after my clothes and also that she's arranged for me to have a sexual health checkup on Monday.

Martika :

Bitch coves over, with April - of course - after making quite the dint in my credit card for all the shit that I've spent on her. Must be a couple of grand, easily.

We chat a bit and she shows me some of the shit that I've paid for - back of the car, just checking the stuff out y'know? - and then I tell her about the sexual health appointment.

"Bitch, I know you have your lunch break around 12:45, right? So, I've got you a clinical appointment at 1 pm on Monday, at the Clap Clinic. Get you checked over, ok? We normally do this shit every month - without fail - 'cos I want to make sure you don't give any disease to any of my punters. Ok?"

Bitch nods her head. I continue...

"My reputation is the most important thing. I've worked hard for it. Ain't nobody gonna fuck that up for me. Oh, and by the way it's under the name of Chastity...", Miya giggles under her breath "..so I'd recommend covering up any of your banking shit before going in, yeah? Oh, and be very honest with your answers on the

questionaire."

Terri :

Great. Just what I need. I understand why though. I've never thought about that, even though there's been around 60 men inside me in the last 3 months. Makes sense.

Anyways, I'm out and in the car. Thanking Martika, April, Mark and Miya for their time - Martika, obviously, for spending all that money on me.

I text Tom on my way, telling him that I'll need a hand with all the shit, so when I park up he's there to give a hand with some of the heavier bags, like the leather items, and I get the rest.

I barely make it inside before dropping the stuff.

"Tom, babe, make me a cuppa please?" I ask, pulling a cigarette from my packet and lighting up as I go through the bags, putting them on the sofa, to show him what I've bought.

Cuppa brought over...eyes popping from Tom. Thinks he likes my stuff. We go through some of the pendants and the 'Chastity' name in script, as well as the rings and earrings.

"Wow. She has spent a lot on you."

I take a drag "Yes, she has..." I answer.

"Look, we have to talk about yesterday..."

"I know..." I start off. I apologise, once again, for trying it out....trying to explain to Tom that that was just it; I was trying it out. Just fun. I told him I preferred cocaine and that I'd not do any of that crazy stuff again. I understood that it upset him and, since he's let me lead this lifestyle, I've been truly appreciative and happy and not hurt him. I love him, I love what he does for me and that, as husband and wife, we're there for each other and supportive and respectful of each other.

He holds my hands, looks me in the eyes, kisses me...passionately...tells me that he loves me....then...shows me, right there on the floor.

End Of Part 9