Daughter's Dazzling Desire
The figure slipped into the high-end boutique. Normally, it should stand out amid the wealth on display. The trophy wives and trust fund daughters who pursued through the expensive, name-brand clothing would shudder in revulsion at the sight of it. They were here for the chic. The popular. The outfits that quivered this or that current celebrity wore on the red carpet.
Not for the bizarre.
It was the perfect place to drop off the figure's mind-controlling panties.
This one was an all black pair of panties with a single word written in sparkling, gold letters.
Dazzling.
The figure was eager for this next game to begin. With a casual flick of the wrist, the figure deposited the pair of panties where a young girl would find it soon.
Precious Jordan.
No one noticed the figure slipped out of the store, least of all Precious. She strolled into the store like she owned it, almost shouldering into the figure. Though she was nineteen, she looked like she was twenty-five. Heavy makeup, her tits clearly enhanced already at her young age, her trendy top showing them off to their fullest, all gave the illusion of maturity to her nubile flesh. Her vivacious, red hair swept about her face, her green eyes dazzling. She marched on stiletto heels like she'd worn them all her life.
She practically had.
She moved with the confidence and grace that could only come with practice. She strutted like she was walking on the runway, a model ready for the glitz and glamour of Milan or New York or London or Paris or Rome. Behind her, scurried her mother. Besides her daughter, Molly Jordan was plain, but she still was a woman possessing beauty. Brassy hair, breast as large as her daughter's (though hers were real), and blue eyes that gave her an appealing cast. She possessed a curvy body, a wedding ring flashing on her left hand.
"Wow, look at these," Precious said. She snagged up the panties, shuddering as the tingle racing through her. She turned around, grinning at her mother. "Dazzling."
Her mother blanched. "Panties like those are not going to help you win. Go look at the thongs. Find something eye-catching. I want those pervy judges lusting for you. You are not taking second place again."
Precious rolled her eyes. She thought she threw those panties back on the pile, but in fact, she kept a hold of them. She went to browse the thongs while her mother found her a delicious outfit for the upcoming beauty pageant. It was an expensive dress, but it went on her husband's credit card. Her daughter would be a star.
Even if she had to force the girl into it.
No one noticed that Precious dropped the panties on the counter for the store employee to ring up. Nor did anyone notice the panties being slipped into the bag. Certainly, no one paid for it. They left the store with the rest of the clothing that Molly purchased for her daughter.
Precious was worth investing in.
* * *
Molly Jordan
"Come on," I shouted. "We have to get your nails done. Hurry. We're running out of time."
There was always so much to do. The pageant was tomorrow, and the competition was fierce. That cunt Sapphire was competing. The blonde bimbo had beaten my daughter last time, but not this time. Precious would win. She would be crowned Miss Dazzling Bell.
My daughter was perfect. Everything that I hadn't been at nineteen. Or even twenty-five. Large breasts, plump lips, flawless skin, and her red hair was such a fiery hue, not the brassy almost brown locks I had. Precious had even inherited her green eyes from her father, my husband Mark. Everything about the girl was perfect.
I had to get her to win. How else would she get famous?
Precious came down the stairs, wearing three-inch heels that were open-toed to show off the vibrant toenail polish she had. Her hair bounced around her shoulders, the thin straps of her negligee-style top shift on the thicker straps of the black bra she wore. She reached the bottom of the stairs, her hips swaying in the tight, white capris she wore.
"God, I'm ready, Mom," she said.
I frowned, staring at her capris. I didn't see a thong peeking out. "Turn around."
"Geez," she muttered. She turned, letting me stare at her ass.
I frowned at what I saw. I stroked up the edge of the outline, feeling a tingle as I caressed the line that her panties pressed into her tight capris. "What's this?"
"The panties I showed you last week," she muttered. "The cute ones. The ones with dazzling printed on it."
I rolled my eyes, this hot tingle shooting from my finger down my arm through my body. My nipples hardened, my pussy aching. "You need more than just panties with the word dazzling on them to shine tomorrow. Precious, you need to always look your best. I can
see
your panty line. I should make you go upstairs and change, but we're going to be late."
"The competition's tomorrow," she muttered. "Let me just have these. Okay? I promise I'll do my best, so stop being such a bitch."
I sighed, letting her have her little spat. I guess those panties wouldn't harm anything. It wasn't like the judges would see her today. Good thing, too, because those capris she wore weren't the best thing either. She should have a skirt on, something feminine and naughty. Something that would give those pervs sitting on the judge's panel a cheap thrill when they saw her walking in it, hoping for an upskirt shot.
Precious played on her phone the entire drive to get her nails done. She chewed on bubblegum, a habit I thoroughly disapproved of. But if I tried to get her to stop the day before a competition, I just knew it would affect her tomorrow. We had a fight about it before her loss against that cunt Sapphire.
What was that girl's mother thinking? Eighteen and wearing such a scandalous outfit? Some mothers had no shame.
Dazzling...
The word echoed through my mind. My daughter had to dazzle. Shine. She had to stand out from the other girls. How to do that? There had to be a way. Something... exciting. I studied my daughter as the manicurist, a chatty Thai woman, worked on Precious's nails. I pondered ideas. My daughter was perfect. Her tits, a birthday present when she turned eighteen, were just ripe and plump. Her hair was flawless, her eyes such an enticing shade of green.
There was just something missing about her...
A naughty tingle raced through me. A shudder that started in my pussy and rippled through my body. My idea was perfect. Something that would make her stand out against all the other contestants. I shuddered, wiggling in my seat.
My daughter looked up. "Mom? Oh, no, what are you thinking about?"
"We have another stop to make after your nails."
"I thought I was having singing lessons next."
"You sing fine.
This
will make you sparkle."
"Sparkle?" Precious asked. "What are you talking about, Mom?"
I shuddered. It was such a wicked idea I had.
