Best Friends

He Makes Me Feel Like a New Woman

Chapter 8: Best Friends

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage: Amethyst!" the announcer's voice called out over the tinny PA system.

A tall slender woman hurried to the stage. The men seated in a circle around it watched as she set down her water bottle and began to dance for them. She held onto the pole, raising her knee-high black vinyl boots into the air. She bent over and rolled her hips, letting them see her small ass gyrate in her black vinyl hot pants. She threw her head back, making her hair explode in a lavender halo before it settled back down. After a minute she unzipped her black vinyl vest, revealing her firm round fake tits and her small pink nipples.

After three songs the woman stepped offstage. She took a drink of water and dabbed at her neck, chest, and waist with a small towel. She shrugged her shoulders back into her vest but left it unzipped, hanging loosely to the side of her breasts. As she walked towards the club's backstage area, a man reached out and touched her on her leg.

"Oh hi Hector!" she said, seating herself sideways in his lap, "did you like my set? I think I'm getting better at dancing!"

"Incredible! Just incredible," Hector said, bringing his fingers to his lips and making the motion of a chef's kiss.

Amethyst blushed. "Oh, I checked out that porn star - the one you said I remind you of. I have to say I don't see it."

"You kidding me? If you had black hair..."

"Yeah, but my face doesn't look like hers and my skin is way too pale. Are you sure you're not just saying that because she's skinny with giant hard fake tits?"

Hector shrugged, "she's tall, too. And you both have this - I don't know - this aura."

"Well, I'm flattered. She's gorgeous. I wish I could take it in the ass like she does! That woman deserves an Olympic gold medal for anal! I want you to think of me every time you watch one of her videos."

Hector held up a small pile of twenty dollar bills. "So, you going to come to the other room with me? Give me a dance?"

"I would love to, but I need to change first. These shorts are too constricting. Don't go anywhere!" She said, planting a hand in the center of his chest. Amethyst stood up and walked to the backstage area.

Amethyst stripped hurriedly out of her clothes as she walked through the door and threw them haphazardly in the general direction of the lockers.

"Hey Emily, check this out!" an excited voice called from behind her.

Emily, who used the stage name Amethyst, spun around to see a gorgeous blonde woman in a lingerie nurse costume. It was her friend who went by the stage name of Trixie and had the more improbable real name of Fuckdoll. In Fuckdoll's left hand was a shiny black dildo, which was connected to a harness strapped around the blonde's hips.

"I bet we can have some fun with this thing later," the blonde said, advancing on Emily.

"What are you bringing that in here for? We'll get in trouble!"

"Relax, Vinnie's not allowed back here, this area is girls-only."

"Yeah, but I think most of the other girls already don't like us."

Fuckdoll was close enough now to touch Emily, and gently rubbed the tip of the dildo on her hip. "They were never going to like us. We're too much fun for them."

"Yeah, but..."

"Yeah but you need to turn around."

"No, I have to change! I have a regular waiting for a dance!"

"You want to invite him back here to watch?"

"No, I have to get dressed!" Emily protested. Then after a second, "okay but just put it in for a second." Emily bent herself over a makeup table and watched in the mirror as Fuckdoll positioned herself behind.

Fuckdoll gave Emily a few quick slaps on her ass with the dildo before moving it down to the entrance of her pussy. Fuckdoll inserted a tiny portion of the head of the dildo, slowly moving it up and down. When Emily moved her hips back to take the dildo deeper, Fuckdoll moved back too, denying her.

"Isn't this what you wanted? Just a quick tease?"

"No! I want you to fuck me like a dirty little slut!"

Fuckdoll pushed the dildo all the way in, to Emily's audible delight.

A short woman with curly red hair and a green gossamer dress threw open the curtains at the doorway as she purposefully strode into the room. She stopped when she saw Emily and Fuckdoll.

"Unbelievable! You two are fucking unbelievable!" She stormed back out of the room shouting, "Vinnie!"

"I told you we were going to get in trouble," Emily said as the friends shared a fit of laughter.

*****

"I was trying to be good!" Emily complained to Fuckdoll as they walked out of the club.

"No, I was trying to be good. You were trying to be boring," Fuckdoll retorted.

"You know I almost got caught having sex with a customer last night. That's why I put on those hot pants - they gave the least access of any outfit I could find."

"You put your pussy in a vinyl straight jacket," Fuckdoll said in a commiserating tone, shaking her head back and forth.

"And I still got in trouble!"

"We didn't get in trouble. We got chewed out. I think Vinnie likes yelling at us. If you think about it, we're doing him a favor by giving him things to yell about."

"You're a bad influence," Emily said, giving Fuckdoll a playful bump with her shoulder.

"So where should we go now?" Fuckdoll asked. "We've still got two hours until last call. That's enough time for at least four cocks. Eight if we want to go to Faneuil Hall."

"I don't know. I was thinking about just going home."

"You mean just going to that dive bar of yours. How come you never take me there?" Fuckdoll stopped walking.

"It's just... the thing is..." Emily swallowed. She didn't understand why she felt such trepidation about letting Fuckdoll meet the regulars at her favorite bar. She couldn't shake the feeling that it would be disastrous. "Ok, here's the thing: I'll go to Faneuil Hall but if I get one cock fewer than eight tonight I'll never forgive you."

"Deal!" Fuckdoll linked her arm with Emily's as they shared a laugh and set off to find a cab.

*****

"If you walked in on me fucking this hot piece of ass with this," Fuckdoll held up the strap-on so the cab driver could see it in his mirror, "would you go run and complain to someone?"

"You serious?" The stocky man replied, "I'd probably weep like one of those old ladies who finds Jesus's face in an omelet."

Then a second later, "this something that happened?"

"It's an unfair world, Patrick," Fuckdoll read his name from the placard on the cab's divider. "You see, my friend and I need cock all the time. If we can't get the real thing, we try to make due with a substitute. Some people just don't respect our condition."

"What's that? Nymphomania?"

"No! Nymphomania is a compulsion. Nymphomaniacs suffer. We're sluts," Fuckdoll replied. Emily leaned over to make sure Patrick could see her in the mirror as she nodded her agreement.

"You don't say."

"Say, Patrick? You wouldn't happen to know a place where we could park this cab so you can fuck me and my friend?"

"Yeah, right," Patrick barked out a single laugh, "and then what? I wake up without a kidney or something?"

Fuckdoll moved Emily's loosely draped top to the side, exposing one pink nipple she proceeded to roll between her fingers. Patrick adjusted his mirror for a better view.

"If you're into anal you have to save that for me. My friend is trying to cut back," Fuckdoll continued, ignoring Patrick's comment.

Minutes later the cab was stopped in an underground parking garage beneath Boston Common. Patrick bolted out of the car, opening the door for Fuckdoll and then Emily to exit his cab. As Emily smoothed her short dress with her hands, Fuckdoll pushed her against the cab. While she made smoldering eye contact with Patrick, Fuckdoll sank slowly to her knees. She lifted Emily's dress from the back, its short length and high slits on both sides seemingly made for this purpose.

"You like that?" Fuckdoll asked. Her friend wasn't wearing anything under her dress, and her skinny figure and spread posture left her pink asshole exposed. Patrick could make out the slit of her pussy beneath.

Patrick nodded, eyes wide.

She leaned over to tease Emily's asshole with her tongue, working around her puckered hole in small circles and gently penetrating it with the tip. Emily moaned softly.

"You want that?"

Patrick nodded again.

Fuckdoll gave Emily's ass a slap that echoed in the parking garage. "Then go get it!"

Patrick stumbled and nearly fell in his rush to take his pants off over his shoes. The girls giggled as he muttered, "shit! Shit!"

As Patrick moved behind Emily, she arched her back to stick her ass out further and to bring her pussy a bit higher. Fuckdoll wrapped her arms around Patrick from behind, raking the nails of one hand softly on his chest and gently squeezing his hard cock with the other.

"Here, let me help you with that," she said as she pushed her hips forward, moving Patrick's with them. She rubbed Patrick's cock against Emily's slick pussy, and it slid in without resistance.

"Don't forget about me," Fuckdoll whispered in the cab driver's ear as she released him. She sat herself on the trunk of the car and spread her legs. She started masturbating under the hem of her sequined miniskirt as she watched her friend get fucked.

Patrick held on to Emily's hips and fucked her with a furious intensity, panting with the exertion.

"Pull her hair! She likes having her hair pulled," Fuckdoll suggested helpfully.

"Yeah?" Patrick asked. When Emily looked over her shoulder and gave a small nod, Patrick grabbed a large handful of lavender hair close to Emily's scalp and pulled back. Emily's back arched a bit more and her whimpering moans picked up in volume.

Fuckdoll hopped off of the trunk. She had stripped off her halter top, and her shapely natural breasts bounced as she landed. "Hey Patrick," she whispered in his ear, "do you mind if I get a taste of my friend's pussy?"

"Uh, yeah," Patrick said, stopping his thrusts and stepping back. Fuckdoll sank to her knees and started to kiss and lick Patrick's cock, making loud slurping noises. Emily dropped to her knees to join her. She put the head of Patrick's cock in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it while Fuckdoll licked up and down the shaft.

"You girls are amazing," Patrick told them.

"We're best friends," Fuckdoll replied, "we share everything."

"Does that mean you want to take a ride on this cock too?"

"Oh Patrick," Fuckdoll cooed while she stood and hiked up her skirt, "I was worried you were never going to ask."

Fuckdoll opened the door and lay her shoulders on the car's bench seat, her feet on the floor of the parking garage and her midsection flat like a table. Patrick picked up her legs as he stepped between them, holding one under each arm as he fucked her. After a few minutes of grunting thrusts his body locked up as he orgasmed deep inside of her.

As Patrick moved away, Emily moved in. She put Fuckdoll's thighs over her shoulders and devoured her pussy, slurping out Patrick's cum with wet sounds and eager moans.

"You two are something else," Patrick said a short time later as his cab pulled up to a loud, crowded bar in Boston's Faneuil Hall neighborhood. "Where do girls like you come from anyway?"

The girls shared a knowing look, then stepped out of the cab.

"Thanks for the ride!" Emily called out.

"Thanks for the dick!" Fuckdoll followed.

*****

The answer to the question of where Emily and Fuckdoll came from is as straightforward as it is uninformative: they came from different places.

Emily came from the suburbs of Central Massachusetts. She had good grades in high school and played clarinet in her school's marching band. She was shy and withdrawn and had few close friends.

She moved to Boston for college. She applied to and was rejected by every Ivy League school, and ultimately found herself at an expensive private university with a campus on the Charles River.

In her sophomore year Emily discovered alcohol and shortly thereafter she lost her virginity to a boy whose name she couldn't remember at the time. She would learn that it was Alex. They shared several classes, and he had developed a crush on her while she remained indifferent to him. After they slept together Alex started to tell people they were dating, and Emily found it easier to go along than to tell people she had only wanted a one-night stand.

Emily found several advantages to having a boyfriend she found boring and tedious: they hardly went anywhere and didn't have other couples as close friends. They each lived separate lives, but would spend long hours in Alex's dorm room, mostly reading different things or doing homework. The sex was infrequent, and Emily found that she didn't enjoy it. For the last two months of their relationship she told Alex she was asexual. He accepted this with only occasional complaining.

In her junior year she took a physics class where the lab section was run by a research assistant named Raymond. He was charming, outgoing, athletic, outdoorsy, and passionate about his work. He was everything Emily wasn't. He was everything Alex wasn't.

Emily didn't know why Raymond took an interest in her, but she liked how she felt when he flirted with her and she visited him every time at office hours. One night she ran into him on the street, accepted his offer to get a drink, and ended the night in his bed. She had been drunk and she felt violated in the morning, but she still slept with him two more times. When Alex found out he didn't attend classes for two weeks. Emily never talked to Alex again.

Emily struggled to process her feelings about her relationship with Raymond. She felt like she hadn't wanted to sleep with him and didn't understand why she had. She dived deeply into feminist social theory and found it provided a useful lens to explain the decisions she made and didn't understand.

It was around this time that she first bleached and dyed her hair. She met a woman with bright green hair who compared it to the coloration of poisonous butterflies, saying that the bright colors were a warning to predators. Emily dyed her hair a bright blue, and would later change it to her signature pale lavender. She never felt like it was a warning, but found that it made her feel better about her appearance. She also liked the appreciative looks she would get, despite her social anxiety and desire to disappear.

After college Emily worked as an administrative assistant at an insurance office, found the work unfulfilling, and started applying to graduate schools. She attended a small university with a well-regarded program in library sciences in Boston's Fenway neighborhood. She obtained a Master's degree and began working as a research librarian at a larger private university in Boston's Fenway neighborhood.

In the last few weeks her life changed drastically, and this account of where she came from does little to explain where she ended up.

Fuckdoll didn't fully know where she came from.

Fuckdoll couldn't remember anything from longer than a year-and-a-half in the past. Her earliest memories were in Chicago, and the city had felt familiar at the time. She was sometimes overcome with an intense feeling of deja vu. On a few occasions she ran into people who appeared to recognize her. After each of these encounters she found herself unable to remember the person or any specifics of what they had talked about. She was relieved when she left Chicago for a series of cities she didn't know.

The essence of the cab driver's real question was this: how did Emily and Fuckdoll become the kind of girls who will seduce an unremarkable cab driver, have a threesome with him in a public place, and ask for nothing in return. Of course he had waived the fare for the ride, but they hadn't asked him to.

The answer to that question is centered on a man they only knew as Master.

After they met Master the women had started to change. Fuckdoll didn't have clear memories of the changes. She couldn't remember her old personality, and she couldn't remember how it felt as she was changing. Emily remembered the transition being very difficult. She would feel compelled to act in strange ways, which were usually sexual. At first she had felt disgusted by her own actions, but she had grown to love sex and attention from men. She felt intense pride at her ability to arouse and satisfy men. She still sometimes thought about the way her old self would have reacted to the way she behaved now, and it made her a bit sad every time.

Neither of them could remember anything about Master's physical appearance except vivid recollections of his cock, which they both found irresistible.

Fuckdoll remembered that he was clever and resourceful, but fickle. He usually traveled with two or three girls like Emily and Fuckdoll, but he would eventually tire of them and abandon them. She remembered a redheaded museum tour guide they met in St. Louis. After she met Master she turned into an airhead who was unable to function on her own. Master gave her the name Dumb Cunt. He abandoned her two months later at a truck stop outside of Austin with the instruction that she was to fuck every trucker who came through.

Fuckdoll had a growing concern that Master was growing tired of her. If he told her to stay behind she knew she would - she found it impossible to disobey any command from Master. He had already left her at The Crystal Palace, the strip club where she and Emily worked, with instructions to make money for him and wait for him to come back. She had no idea if or when he would come back, and she had no idea how she would keep him from abandoning her.

Emily knew almost nothing about Master by comparison. She knew that he was commanding and could see through any deceit. She knew that he had promised to meet her again on Saint Patrick's Day. She knew that he had left her with a list of specific things she had to do to prepare for their next meeting.

Master had commanded her to get her tongue pierced and she had. He had commanded her to get breast implants and she had. He had commanded her to train herself to perform oral sex using a dildo, and she performed a series of exercises he had outlined as often as she was able. He had commanded her to suck off twenty strangers, making them cum using only her mouth, and she was working on it. He had commanded her to get a set of butt plugs in an increasing series of diameters and to use them to stretch out her asshole, and she was doing that. He had commanded that after March first she start fucking her own ass with the dildo. She was to alternate ass fucking with blowjob training, not cleaning the dildo in between. She was nervous and excited to start. Finally he had commanded that she save her anal virginity for him. So far four different men had fucked Emily's ass, and she didn't know how to make things right.

Emily had a growing concern when she heard Fuckdoll speak about how Master had acted with other women. Apparently, Fuckdoll didn't know of another time when Master had given someone instructions and then left her to her own devices. When he found a new girl he would usually keep her close and fuck her constantly at first. Emily didn't know what it meant that he was doing something different with her.

*****

Fuckdoll held Emily's head tightly by a fistful of hair, applying pressure to keep her face turned slightly upward. With her other hand she was jerking off a line cook. "Come on, give this slut what she needs," Fuckdoll encouraged him.

Emily had been sitting on her feet with her tongue out for several minutes now, and her dry mouth and stretched jaw were feeling uncomfortable.

She put her tongue in her mouth and begged, "cum for me, Daddy," before sticking it back out.