“Can I have a new name?” she asked Edgar when she got there.
“What do you mean?” he asked, distracted by the work he was doing.
“Instead of Kitten…. you know,” Laura said, blushing.
“What, are you too shy to say ‘tits’ now?”
“No, it just doesn’t feel like… me,” said Laura.
Edgar grimaced. “Well, what do you think DOES feel like you?”
Laura had been thinking about this on the bus. She knew they wanted a sexually suggestive name, but if she kept saying the same word for her tits and cunt all night it might expire and she’d get shocked for it. So “Slutmelons” and “Kitten Twat” and “Fuckballoons” were right out.
“I thought I might say, ‘Hi, I’m Laura, and I’m a slut,'” she said.
Edgar made an unhappy face. “I don’t get why you don’t like ‘tits’ but you’re happy to call yourself a slut, but you can try it today. And I’ll think about it. But if I don’t like it, you’ll call yourself Kitten Tits or stop working here.”
He looked at Laura’s clothes. “That skirt’s no good, by the way. You look like a secretary or something. Did you bring something sexier?”
Laura blushed. “No.”
“Then you can work in just your panties today,” Edgar said. “Now go get changed.”
Laura wasn’t wearing any panties, but she didn’t tell Edgar that. Instead she hurried to the change room.
She did have panties WITH her, of course. And while they might be soaked in her cunt juices, they were still preferable to going completely naked. She pulled them out of her bag and looked at them. The most modest pair would have been perfect, but they were the ones she has pissed in, and they still smelled of urine. They were no good. Of the others, one was the string bikini brief that covered nothing, the second had a cut out crotch-window that exposed her twat, the third said “use me” on it, and the fourth was just a tassel that clipped to her labia.
They were all awful. Only the “use me” pair concealed her pussy, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to give the customers that encouragement. The tassel was worse than naked, and hurt her labia to boot. Of the other two, both clearly showed off her pussy lips, but at least the cut-away pair covered her ass. She reluctantly took them out and put them on. It felt weird wearing panties but still feeling air on her cunt, but she needed this job and they would have to do. She removed her skirt and shirt, leaving herself dressed only in panties and high heels, and went out to work.
Being a Tuesday afternoon the club was mostly empty. Even the two naked girls licking each other’s pussies on stage were relaxed and lazy, casually lapping at each other and taking time to just cuddle occasionally. Laura served the few solo customers, leaning over as she had been told, to display her tits, and saying, “Hi, I’m Laura and I’m a slut. I like tongue-kissing women. Do you like my milkbags?” The customers allowed that they did, and with no one else to serve, Laura was left to relax near the bar and watch the girls on stage.
As on the bus, she sat here with her legs slightly apart and her cunt visible. She got a few looks from the customers but mostly Laura was surprised and alarmed how quickly she was getting used to having her cunt on display to men. She was alarmed, too, to feel herself getting aroused again. She had hoped that masturbating in the mall toilet would satisfy her, but Laura had an extremely hard time looking at two pretty women lezzing off without her pussy responding. She had to catch herself a few times when she found her hand moving as if of its own accord toward her twat with the intention of stroking it.
Edgar noticed her doing it anyway, and mentioned it the next time she came over. “Hey, Laura the Slut, do you want your masturbation break, or do you want to get up on stage and give the customers a show? Because those are the only two ways you touch your pussy on work time, remember?”
Laura blushed. The idea of getting up on stage appealed to her briefly, mostly because she desperately wanted to be close to the two sexy women with their faces buried in each other’s snatches, but she was not remotely enough of a slut as to volunteer to masturbate in front of strange men. “I’ll take my break,” she said, and vanished to the toilets to satisfy her pussy.
As before, the toilet doors didn’t have stalls. Laura just picked one, sat on the seat, and began frantically fingering herself as she had done at the mall. She wanted the taste of cunt in her mouth – like Bethany’s had tasted, or like the girls on stage must be tasting right now – so she regularly brought her fingers from her pussy to her lips and licked the honey from them. It tasted good, and she came quickly.
When she came back out of the toilets she thought everyone must know she had just masturbated. Her face was still flushed and her nipples were engorged and her cunt was still wet with juices despite Laura’s best efforts to wipe it with her hand and then lick her hand clean. But no one commented. There were two new customers – two women, at the same table. Laura hadn’t seen women customers at the strip club before but she assumed the procedure was the same. The girls were pretty, one blonde and one a redhead.
“Hi, I’m Laura and I’m a slut,” she said to them, leaning over to let her swollen breasts hang down. “I like showing off my body. Do you like my fuckballoons?”
The girls giggled, in a cruel, mocking way. “What a slut!” said one. “Yes, we like your fuckballoons,” said the other in a patronizing voice. “A vodka and lemonade for me, and Suzy will have a rum and coke.”
Laura took the orders to the bar, blushing, and passed them to Kelly, the blonde bartender. To her surprise, after Kelly poured the vodka and lemonade, she spat in it.
“Are you allowed to do that?” Laura whispered.
Kelly smiled. “I’m required to,” she replied. “Management rules. Strip clubs are for demeaning women, he says, and that applies even if they’re customers. If a girl comes here and orders a clear drink, we spit in it.”
“What if she orders a different drink?” Laura asked.
“Well, if it’s a milk drink, like a Bailey’s or whatever, there’s a little flask over there of pig sperm, and we mix some of that in.”
“Gross,” said Laura, but secretly she wondered what that would taste like.
“And if it’s a dark drink,” Kelly finished, pouring the rum and coke. “We…” She stopped and lowered the glass to between her legs. Kelly was working completely naked today and Laura could see her shaved cunt. As Laura watched, a thin trickle of yellow liquid escaped Kelly’s groin and dripped into the glass.
“You piss in it?” Laura asked, shocked.
“Just a little,” said Kelly. “Every girl who orders a drink here gets a little surprise, you see?” She passed the drinks to Laura. “If you end up working bar, you’ll need to know this.”
Laura took the drinks silently, still working out how she felt about what she had just learned, and took them back to the two women.
“Oh look, here comes fuckballons,” the one called Suzy said, and her friend laughed, a mean, cruel laugh. Laura decided exactly how she felt about what she had just seen.
“Your drinks, ladies,” she said, and placed the tainted glasses on the women’s table. Then she stood and watched as the brunette drank her glass of vodka, lemonade and spit, and her friend sipped at her rum, coke, and piss. Neither seemed to notice there was anything wrong with their drinks, but Laura felt happy deep inside knowing what they were drinking.
“Feminist,” a part of her mind thought, as Laura looked at the customers, and “independent women”. Laura flinched uncomfortably, and spread her legs a little wider, and a vivid picture appeared in her mind of the brunette being slapped across the face by a naked man, and of the blonde having her large tits whipped by one of the Mayim Clinic’s robot whipping machines. The images made Laura feel good, and she felt her pussy start to moisten again.
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The rest of Laura’s shift was uneventful, and she managed to make it to the end without needing to masturbate again. She got away just as the evening shift were starting and the club began to get busy. Edgar stopped her and said he was not happy with the “Laura the slut” greeting, and was thinking about making her Kitten Tits again next weekend. Laura simply agreed, as she still had to get to her regular appointment at the Mayim Clinic. She took her pills as she was leaving, and felt them settling in by the time she arrived at the clinic. Laura had been sexually active and aroused for most the day already, but the pills pushed her to another level, and she felt her mind begin to give way, in a semi-blackout similar to the one she had had at the lingerie store.
She didn’t even remember most of what happened at the clinic. She knew that it was much like the night before, with images focused on teaching her to spread her legs and accept cocks. She remembered starting to hate the word “feminist” and associating it with pain, and other words were there too – “women’s rights” – “consent” – “covering up”. She thought that Amy had licked at her pussy again, which made her feel happy, and she knew that afterwards she had thanked everyone for watching her orgasm and whipping her tits and filming her having her cunt licked.
The only thing she was 100% clear on, though, was at the end, after the conditioning was over and Laura was mostly dressed again. She had clutched at Amy’s hand, and said, “Please, I need to be able to say some words. With the collar, I mean.”
Amy looked amused. “I don’t think so, honey,” she said. “What words?”
Laura knew what was happening. If she said the words she wanted she was going to get shocked. But if she didn’t she could get what she needed. She whimpered unhappily.
“Say it, baby slut,” Amy cooed, reaching out to gently stroke Laura’s breast, still partially on display.
Laura’s face wrinkled in distress. She didn’t want to be shocked. But she needed to.
“Kitten Tits,” she blurted, and then screamed as the shocks hit her neck and twat. Screamed, but only quietly, because she knew loud noises would give her another shock.
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