Party Girl

Party Girl

Chapter 10

The plane trip was delightful, from the point of view of a young lesbian on the prowl. When Katrina discovered one of the flight attendants was gay, single, and interested in a hook up while overnight in "Beantown", it made her panties wet.

"Come on, I know you want to party, girl? I guaranty you won't regret it."

Once again, Katrina was unable to contain her lust. She literally pulled the flight attendant into the galley and kissed the woman more passionately than she'd been kissed in years. The nearby restroom was vacant, and Katrina officially joined the

"Mile High Club".

She was amazed at what could be accomplished in the tiny space by determined lovers. They managed to take turns eating each other's pussies and sucking tits, muffling their passions then exiting the tiny space one at a time, acting as if nothing happened. Katrina's lust was still unquenched. But shy of exposing herself to anyone seated nearby, there was little else she could do. The flight attendant flirted, and Katrina learned about the extra perks one can receive when flying the friendly skies. They exchanged phone numbers, but made no promises of a rendezvous, only that they would try. Then as quickly as it happened the desire was gone.

Jenny was still very much on Katrina's mind, even as she ravaged the flight attendant. As she settled back in her window seat, she drifted off, dreaming of Eugene, Jenny, Joan, and the young coed. She may not be a lesbian for real, but she was certainly enjoying the benefits. Occasionally, when she least expected it, the reasons for her transformation would surface and it would infuriate her. The fact that she was being manipulated by a "mad psychologist" so that she could steal her boyfriend was pathetic. For a while it fueled her desire for revenge and pushed her forward.

When she had landed and claimed her bags, she found Jenny waiting for her. Despite herself she rushed into her arms, and they kissed as if they'd been away for months instead of days.

"You cut your hair; it looks nice. A good lesbian cut."

Jenny scolded her.

"I know, but I couldn't help myself. Besides it's much easier to maintain. Don't be mad."

"I could never be mad with you, at least not for long. Let's go."

Boston and its charms captured Katrina's heart, and she immediately fell in love with the city. After dropping off Katrina's bags, they walked along the wharf enjoying the salty fresh air, until they found a quaint restaurant to dine and talk. However, what they really wanted to do was to go back to their room to make love. Katrina felt guilty, wanting to confess her unfaithfulness while Jenny felt like she was taking advantage of the pseudo-lesbian. They each knew it might all be over too soon, but despite the circumstances, they did truly love one another.

As they dined Jenny shared what they'd conceived. Tomorrow together they would face Dr. Mills and get Katrina's life back, and in the process likely end their brief affair. As they strolled back to the hotel, hand in hand they came upon a tattoo parlor. Katrina felt the overwhelming urge to get a tattoo.

Forever the romantic, Jenny thought she meant something they both could share. Like unique puzzle pieces that when held each other the pieces would appear to fit together, and only they would know what it meant.

But to her surprise, Katrina wanted to get the phrase "Party Girl" tattooed on her ass in big bold red letters. Jenny tried to explain that it was Sandy's programming manipulating her again. And that tattoos were practically permanent, and she'd regret it. But Katrina was having none of it. She became abusive, began to swear, and make a scene. Realizing there was little she could do; Jenny conceived a plan and went to talk with one of the tattoo artist. When she returned she told Katrina that she had made the arrangements and paid for the tat. It would have to be done in privacy, so they would have to go to one of the rooms reserved for these occasions. Like the piercings, Jenny assumed that Katrina didn't know the first thing about being tattooed. After the tattoo was finished and Katrina saw the work she was delighted, and very aroused. She thanked Jenny apologizing for her behavior. Jenny didn't stand a chance, when they returned to their room they made love until the early morning hours. Jenny played with Katrina's piercings, being careful not to ruin her new tattoo, which had been covered with materials to help it dry, also hiding the tattoo from view.

~

News from her private detective alerted Sandy that Katrina had boarded a plane for Boston that morning. Sandy was thrilled her plan had entered its final phase. She would meet Katrina and Eugene that evening at her hotel. There Katrina would confess her love of the redhead lesbian, thereby severing her relationship with Eugene forever.

She smiled; this would prove beyond a doubt Katrina was gay; he'd no longer have to take her word for it. If more proof was required, she'd programmed Katrina into seducing her. Taking her former rival right in front of Eugene would show him who she'd become. Sandy would play innocent and attempt to fend off Katrina's advances. But Katrina would be insistent, saying all the right things and touching her in all the right places. Sandy would put up a fight but soon surrender. Eugene would become overly excited and want to join. They'd have another threesome, but this time Katrina would refuse his cock when offered, instead guide it into her pussy. That would complete things. Her long months of conversion would be over, and her lesbianism locked in for all time. She'd no longer question her sexuality, having passed on fucking him. Eugene would never trust her again after her betrayal and she would finally have him all to herself. By the time she grew tired of him they'd be married, and she'd have half of his wealth. A few years later, they'd part ways richer than they could have imagined. Katrina would be a happy lesbian; probably have a good practice and be living the dream. She happily be eating all the pussy she wanted and fucked by as many dildo wearing dykes as she could handle. Eventually, she'd settle down with a butch dyke and everyone would be happy.

Sandy couldn't help but play with herself as she showered, anticipating the events of the evening. It had been months since she needed to, she was just too excited. To be so close to what she'd wanted and planned was intoxicating. She imagined how she'd pretend to be seduced by Katrina, coerced into eating her pussy. She'd expertly bring her to a violent conclusion as Eugene watched in amazement.

Sandy became more aroused and came loudly remembering when eating pussy was her main diet. During those years she couldn't get enough when she heard Karen say the words,

"Party Girl",

it was like a switch being pulled, and she became someone new. She was the party girl, interested only in sex, giving, and getting. As the memories became more vivid, she squealed as she came again, playing with her pierced clit. She both longed for and hated those days when she had no control over herself. It was as exciting as it was wrong. She was such a naïve young woman, awed by her professor's brilliance and looking to her for approval. Sure, she was bi-curious, most women are, aren't they? But she had been turned into a lesbian sex toy, for the amusement of Karen and her old lesbian friends and colleagues.

She had been groomed for this role over time, she realized. Professor Karen Martin had been looking for someone just like her. She never really cared for Sandy as a person, not really. She was just a tool for Karen's enjoyment, but despite herself she loved it. She screamed as she came again.

Some part of her regretted it all being over. She didn't remember how it all ended. Only that someone had rescued her from her sexual enslavement, and her life was hers once again. But what kind of life was it? There were years of therapy, tears, and pain. So many years, so many therapists. After a time, she was eventually able to move on. Her studies were a helpful distraction. She'd managed to maintain a 4.0 grade point average, graduate with honors, then pursue her doctorial finishing it in record time. Unfortunately, she had no one to share it with.

Justly punished for her crimes, Karen got what she deserved. Sandy didn't remember the trial or testifying, it was the hardest part. Regardless, a part of her still loved Karen and she loved completely surrendering and the lack of control. Screaming she came again.

"Yes, Katrina will love being a lesbian and eating pussy, the endless and different pussies, all so different and yet so much alike."

Sliding down the shower walls to the floor as she imagined it all happening again, her hand a blur in her crotch as she pulled a nipple into her mouth, playing with its piercing. This new trick, she learned watching Katrina back in Las Vegas all those months ago. And now she could do it too, with her beautiful new titties. They were more beautiful than Katrina's, she told herself as she jiggled the pale balloons as they caught the spray from the shower, with their bright pink nipples pierce with the silver barbells.

Pulling on the nipple piercings, gave her pleasure and sent her off on another thread of thoughts. Her piercings were a gift from Karen. She remembered when and how she'd gotten them. Of course, it wasn't her choice. Clitoral piercings are risky. So much could go wrong, but Karen insisted and paid for the best technician, with years of experience. If it had it been her decision, Sandy wouldn't have done it, the risk was too great. But Karen insisted and after her piercings healed Sandy came to love them all. It enhanced her enjoyment of sex, taking her to new levels not reached before. There was only one piercing she stopped wearing, the one through her tongue. As a young psychologist she needed to portray a more conservative and professional demeanor. A pierced tongue would give off the wrong signals, so she removed it. The others stayed hidden beneath her clothing, and no one would ever know.

Although she missed the simplicity of that life, she loved controlling others, first Eugene and now Katrina. She was making a name for herself in the psychological community and there was no limit to where she was headed.

She pulled herself up from the shower floor, her pussy swollen yet aching for more. She dried herself and proceeded to get ready for the evening. First the Celtic's game and then her meeting with Katrina and Eugene. Once again she admired her naked body in the full-length mirror, large tits protruding from her chest defying gravity, nipples erect and pierce by silver barbells. Her pussy was crimson and swollen, the silver ring poking out from her labia and clit pierced by the silver barbell begging to be touched again. She turned her hips to look at her narrow ass and the tattoo that she hated and loved at the same time,

"

PARTY GIRL

"

in big bold red capital letters.