Queen Of The Diamond

She is the most stunning woman I've ever seen. I look forward to her monthly visits with

a combination of lust, intimidation, admiration, and wet pussy. Bandit is the owner of the lesbian

nightclub I work at, The Diamond. She is a hands-off boss, for the most part. Like I said, she

only comes to check in on us once a month. She sits at a small table in the back and just watches

the night's activities. She will often join the ladies dancing, taking one into her private suite.

When they returned the woman would look high with a big dumb smile and a face covered in

lipstick kisses. I hated all of them. I want those lips on my face.

She's back tonight. I try to watch her from the waitress's station as I always do. My

supervisor steps in my way.

"Ms. Bandit would like to speak with you."

"Me?!" I squeak.

"Now."

I slowly walk over. I feel like I'm going to my own funeral. I stopped at the side of her

table.

"Why do you insist on watching me on my visits?"

"I don't..."

"Do not lie to me. I control your future here tonight."

"I'm sorry."

"Well?"

"It's just that..."

"It's just, what?"

"I find you very sexy."

She smiles a knowing little smile at me.

"See? Isn't it just better to get it off your chest."

"It is actually."

She pats her lap.

"Sit."

My face burns brighter.

"What?"

"Now."

Gulping, I gently sit on the edge of her knee. She wraps her arm around me, pulling me

close against her.

"From this moment onward, you are off the clock. You are my little companion."

Somehow my blush is even stronger.

"Th...thank you."

"You are quite welcome my cute little doll."

That should have been insulting but Bandit makes it sound so sensual, so appealing. I

honestly wouldn't mind being her doll.

We sit like that for the next few hours. Eventually her hands get a little restless. The one

helping to hold me begins rubbing my leg. I let out a little moan.

"Sh."

It moves to my inner thigh. I can't stop the next moan's escape. Her free hand covers my

mouth. I savor the sensation. Her hand starts rubbing my pussy through my clothes. I moan like

crazy under her hand.

"Can't be quiet, huh? Let's go someplace more private so I can take care of that."

She takes my hand and leads me... into her private suite!

I shudder as she leads me across the threshold before closing and locking the door. All

sounds of the outside world are suddenly gone.

"Strip."

Damn, another level of blushing I had no idea existed. I quickly obey. She points to the

massive heart-shaped bed dead center in the small room. I quickly hop on.

"Look at the ceiling. Only the ceiling. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss."

Said ceiling, like the one in the main club, was paneled with mirrors to evoke the facets

of a diamond. Looking at my own naked body reflected in so many places is a surreal situation.

Bandit sat at the point of the bed. She ran her finger over her lips. It must be a trick of the light,

something to do with all the reflections. I swear they are getting bigger... plumper... redder...

gooier.

She placed her fingers over her mouth and blew me a kiss. A glob of drippy lipstick flew

from her mouth and slammed onto my hand, pinning it in place under a seal shaped like a pair of

lips! I struggle to break free.

"What the fuck?!"

A second kiss and my other hand is pinned. A third traps my feet. Buck as I might, I can't

get loose.

"What is this! Let me go!"

A fourth kiss seals my mouth shut.

"Dollys do not talk."

I moan at her.

"Ok, your kind of dolly doesn't talk. Better?"

I glare at her.

"Too bad."

She leans down and begins kissing her way up my legs. Each time her lips touch my skin

a shockwave of pleasure ripples out. I'm feeling hotter and hotter. I moan in pleasure at her

touch. I don't know why I fought her so much. This is wonderful.

I watch the reflections as her kisses slowly cover me in the lipstick like slime. Before

long only my pussy is left exposed on the front. I contort as I feel her tongue touch it. A jolt of

pure pleasure runs through all my nerves. Then she uses her fingers.

I lose all track of time. I cum so much. I'm too weak to move even if I could. She begins

molding the slime around me. I'm no longer stuck to the bed but cocooned up instead. She

continues to shape it with her hands, like clay. I watch as she makes me a little dress as the rest

of the slime becomes an unmovable second skin over my body. I do look like some kind of

perverted doll.

"I think it's time to call it a night," she tells me.

I moan pitifully. No, it can't end now. I'm having too much fun. She tosses me over her

shoulder and leaves the room. Not only that, but she leaves the club. She carries me into the back

of a waiting town car and we're off. She smiles lovingly at me.

"I already have a Teddy. Now I have a Dolly. I just love my toys so much. I wwill never let either of you go."