I wish you merry Christmas♥, this is my Christmas present. I hope you like it and that it is well translated in English.
In this chapter I try at the end the first person, it is the first time I write in this way, I hope you like it♥♥♥.
Chapter 9
Amanda: I, I can't get tattoos it's so....
Sara: vulgar? rude? Unpleasant?...I know, I know that for an educated and sophisticated girl like me it may seem like a bad idea. But you are not me, you are nothing like that sister, you are vulgar, disgusting, trash that dances against a pole for a few dollars, without any kind of shame, so rude that you are even capable of fucking herself in front of her sister and two complete strangers, like a street beast with no self control. And forgive my rudeness I only intended to use a vocabulary you would understand sis. *she laughs covering her mouth as she had seen in some movies*.
Amanda ducks her head, she felt like irrelevant trash that deserved that kind of treatment. In an attempt to regain some of her pride she thinks of a reply, but is unable, everything she had done today backed up Sara's words. "it was true I was the kind of damn she said I was" his mind screamed.
Sara on the other hand by seeing her accept his words without opposition felt reinforced, she knew that Amanda was falling down the rabbit hole slowly, so she had to make sure she thought it was her fault her desire and for that she had to destroy the unshakable security in herself.
Sara: So why are you so squeamish "Sara" let's just get your tattoos checked. If it were up to me I'd prefer my skin without ink, natural, but I guess a girl like you, with your job and well... without a rack big enough to compete with the other girls needs something to attract customers' attention to the merchandise. And since I know about your financial situation I'll pay you for them, what do you say? *says showing Amanda's card*.
Amanda: thanks *says keeping her head down and while she thinks she is not being watched she takes the flask from her purse and takes a small sip to calm her nerves "What am I doing, I shouldn't be drinking this crap, but this works, besides it will only be one night, just a little to reduce my nerves" she thinks hesitantly while she drinks*.
Sara: very good, you are learning, I think that soon I will be able to turn you into a decent woman. Well girls, my sister and I have to go, it was nice to meet you, I hope you will continue helping my sister in the future.
Shantal: it was nice to meet you too Amanda, I hope you will make that little slut straight.
Sara: I will try. Let's go¡¡
The two leave, and as they walk Amanda can't help but appreciate Sara's stylish steps, she seemed to dominate her heels like even she couldn't, she was so elegantly natural and yet so sexy, not like those she had criticized so many times in the past, who were seen wiggling their asses flamboyantly to attract attention, Sara was subtle, sensual, so natural that anyone would say those clothes had been tailor made for her. As she watched her hips, they swayed subtly marking her curves, she can't help but think with bitter resignation "I could be getting better at this too".
The worst thing was to feel how his thoughts were confirmed when she on the other hand was taking awkward and unstylish steps, with her legs wider apart than a lady should ever spread her legs, if she wished to be taken seriously, but at that moment it was impossible for her to walk any better, She felt the lack of balance from the alcohol, as well as an embarrassing damp heat when she pressed her thighs together as she walked, her crotch was still damp and uncomfortable and she felt ashamed at the thought of Sara or Shantal noticing and making fun of her. The worst thing was to feel how despite all the embarrassment, her body and herself seemed to enjoy it, she enjoyed being in that precarious situation and thinking about feeling the long awaited release that her body was asking for, even the teasing from Sara and Shantal started to excite her more, telling herself in her head: "I acted like a whore, I look like a whore, I am a whore, it is normal that they treat me like a whore, I deserve it for being a whore".
Amanda felt disgusted with herself and yet she can't help but feel drawn to close her legs and rub her thighs together feeling the wetness grow between them as she walks behind the elegant Sara, watching her "this is my natural position" she said to herself. She knew it was wrong but she felt so naughty, so good that she didn't think about the consequences, her mind just thought "I'm already trash anyway and no one expects anything from trash". Finally unable to keep fighting with her darkest desires, she decided to succumb to them, she felt that if she kept fighting that itch that was drilling her brain would drive her crazy.
Carefully trying to put her legs together and walk gracefully, which was useless it seemed a simple parody of what it should be, but in Amanda's mind it didn't matter, she felt the heat and humidity growing with every step with every touch of her thighs. Without resisting any longer and checking that Sara wasn't looking, she lifts her skirt slightly exposing her sweet drooling pussy without realizing that she had left exposed more than half of her huge ass which she was wiggling vulgarly from side to side due to the wobbling of her steps, as she had so often criticized. Blushing she bites her lip and lowers her hand carefully caressing with her fingertips her most intimate place, feeling herself sinking into her newly discovered fantasies while watching her sister's elegant walk similar to a catwalk model and thinking about her insults reaffirming them in her head.
It was so intense, so cool to feel her finger digging into self-exploration as her thighs rubbed together. Drowning in her fantasies it takes her a while to notice Sara looking back at the embarrassing spectacle Amanda is starring in. Nervously, Amanda pulls away her slimy fingers well lubricated by her indecent activity, and ducks her head waiting for Sara's criticism, criticism that in part, deep in her heart she was wishing for.
Sara: what are you doing so far back walk faster, I don't know how you can walk so slow when you go flat without heels, no matter how barefoot you go you should be faster* *she smiles mischievously, Amanda nervously nods as she thought she saw Sara look at her exposed pussy*.
Amanda: I'm sorry, I won't be that far behind.
Sara: of course not, because you're coming with me here in front, we still need to talk about what we're going to do at the tattoo studio.
Amanda was surprised for several reasons, first because of the idea she had of Sara, she enjoyed making fun of her, she never missed the opportunity to humiliate her, something she was really looking forward to. Second she had just remembered where she was going, she would have to mark her skin with damn tattoos like Sara's, tattoos were not like putting on a revealing top and dancing in front of a clearly disgusting audience, it was something that would mark her forever. Third her sister wanted her to walk beside her, at that moment she felt much wetter than before, she had been touching for a while and felt she was close to receiving great pleasure, but if she was next to Sara it would be impossible to touch herself, but she couldn't refuse even though her body seemed to be eager for a completion of what she had been doing.
A few seconds pass and Amanda remains silent, when Sara intervenes again.
Sara: Can't you hear me, speed up!
Amanda: I'm sorry, I'm tired, it's hard for me to go faster* she makes as an excuse to do something improper for her, she wanted to finish what she started and free herself from the heavy burden that, according to her, was to blame for clouding her good judgment. But after her words, instead of Sara walking back to the front, Amanda sees a nice smile on her face and Sara walking closer*.
Sara: if you can't do it anymore, I will walk beside you. After all we are doing this to get to know each other better* she smiles broadly in a way that Amanda can't identify if it was kindness or evil*.
Amanda feels herself getting wet with every step as her thighs rub together and the air caresses her pussy preventing her from concentrating on Sara's words, she just wishes she could finish.
Sara: earth calling... is there intelligent life?* she says hitting Amanda's head who blushes when she realizes it*.
Amanda: yes
Sara: I thought this was empty *she lightly hits Amanda's head twice more, laughing sweetly* I repeat, I'm having so much fun, it's so great to be Amanda, to wear nice clothes, to be respected by people.
Amanda: thank you, I'm starting to understand you better, you have a difficult life, I understand that you will be angry with me, I promise to help you with your life starting tomorrow* she says shyly but at the same time fast wanting to finish the talk with Sara*.
Meanwhile, Sara nods happily very grateful while inside she is thinking "Understand? Sis you don't understand anything but you will understand, I will do everything I can so that the only one who can help the other one is me".
Sara: great, thank you so much¡¡ I will need your help a lot, but I don't like to depend on other people's money, maybe I will ask you for...you know, little sisterly favors, when I leave this life I want to be able to say that I did it myself and that everything I have is mine *says with an aura of pride that makes Amanda feel even more small and useless, because of tonight's thoughts and actions*.
Amanda: yes, I will help you as much as I can* she looks at Sara shyly* but is it necessary for me to get a tattoo?
Sara: absolutely, tonight you are me and I am you, for everybody you are Sara and Sara has tattoos, if you don't like them you can go to one of those aesthetic centers and remove them but that's tomorrow.
Amanda: Yeah, but...
Sara: there is no but, if you don't like them don't think it's something vulgar, ordinary of trash people, think it's art and your body is a nice canvas *says while she starts caressing Amanda's lower belly making her nervous and excited, it was the first time another woman touched her down there since she was little* you shouldn't be ashamed your body is beautiful and not because some don't like your work you are ugly or vulgar, art is not for everyone and this art allows girls like you to promote themselves and earn more money to survive *says whispering in her ear with a slyly sensual voice, while she caressed and very slowly went down and when she was about to get into her skirt she takes it off leaving poor Amanda expectant* you have already danced that is a kind of art and you had fun, although there are some narrow minded people who don't see it as decent, so forget about those prejudiced people who have never tried it, tonight you are Sara and you should only do what Sara wants. You have a lifetime to be Amanda.
Amanda was confused, but Sara's words seemed to be full of sense and she was right, "I have already come all this way, I don't mind living it a little longer" she said to herself in her head.
Amanda: yeah, maybe I could try, just for one night.
Sara: great, I knew my sister wouldn't let me down and I wish I understood my life a little more so we could be closer. *smiles as she sees how Amanda seemed to give in more easily than she would have before tonight*.
Sara: now that you have made up your mind let's talk about what will happen once we get inside, but first drink the "shame remover" juice, you will need it to turn off Amanda's voice and make sure you have a night you won't forget.
Amanda grabs the flask and looks at it before taking a big gulp, she felt it wasn't as bitter as the first time, she didn't feel that chill, it felt good as it slid down her throat warming her half naked body.
***
Two women walk down the street, if they weren't talking and laughing everyone would think they didn't know each other, one was wearing professional clothes that covered her body as she walked with confidence you could tell she knew what she was doing. On the other side next to her was a woman who anyone would describe as a whore of the worst kind, she was staggering as she spoke loudly without modulating her voice no matter who might hear her, she wiggled her ass provocatively as if to say "here's the target" looking to attract customers, which wouldn't be difficult as her wares were on display with a skirt so short and pleated it was nothing more than a belt around her waist.
The motley pair stop in front of a tattoo shop and enter. The store lacked store windows yet the walls were full of rather artistic graffiti, upon entering the girls see the shop empty except for a man at the counter who was repairing a paint gun with his hands full of ink residue.
The man was tall 1,93m black hair and brown eyes, his skin was dark, due to the mix of black father and white mother (Shantal), he had muscular and well defined arms the kind you feel like being hugged while your hands slide down them, both arms were covered with tattoos that the girls can appreciate more closely as they get closer. He was wearing a rather tight tank top showing that not only did he work out his arms, he also had a couple of ink stains which meant the work was working, to finish off underneath he was wearing grey bloomers.
He was Shantal's son, Sara's childhood friend, they had been close for years, he and Sara liked to flirt with each other jokingly since sex entered their minds, so much flirting that they were about to go out as boyfriend and girlfriend but in the end they remained friends, Sara appreciated Ronald too much to fuck it all up by forcing him to date a girl with no future who would soon start dancing naked for anyone with money in her pocket, preventing any progress from Ronald. Despite that they remained close friends, Sara enjoyed coming to the workshop and having a few beers with Ronald while they joked about their day to day lives. Ronald owed a lot to Sara, thanks to her he kept the shop, as few people trusted him to get a tattoo, at first, however Sara trusted him and got it done with him after which he encouraged the girls from the club, like Fake, to go there to get their tattoos, as well as their boyfriends and friends, even some drunk client on a crazy night.
The girls approach as he with a huge smile greets: hey, I thought you weren't coming anymore, how has the night been at the club, my bitch brings tickets to daddy for some luminescent tattoos to make everyone see on the streets where the biggest damn in the neighborhood is* he jokes as he laughs, but instead of talking to Sara he was talking to Amanda, as he puts his huge hands on her shoulders*.
It might seem like a mistake but Sara doesn't make mistakes, she had written to him at the club explaining everything as well as to Shantal, telling her "If you see us coming act as if the one you saw as me was me, but if you see her going too far out of her role act as you see, and try to keep her well in your pants, I'm sure if I see her I'll get syphilis from eye contact ♥".
Now in the present, Amanda looks at him with glazed eyes as she cringes looking at the floor in front of this huge man she was supposed to raise her head to look at, now entering her field of vision his tight t-shirt marking his abs. Amanda takes a breath remembering Sara's words and says to herself "I am Sara not Amanda, I am Sara not Amanda, I must enjoy myself no matter what and throw Amanda away". Amanda finally reaches out her hand pulling Ronald apart, squeezing his hard abs, he felt different from the other men she had touched, he had a pungent masculine smell, so wild Amanda felt her pussy seem to urge her towards him, she had been holding back all the way because of Sara.
Amanda: cut that shit, the biggest damn in the neighborhood? Everyone knows it's not me, that title is reserved for your ass *she says remembering Sara's words on the way, even so it's hard for her to look Ronald in the face*.
Ronald: ohhh! how brave you are today, so what brings you here?
Amanda: I...well...I'm spending some time with my sister and I wanted her to see a little bit of my life so I came to...well...your ink almost doesn't last,* she says running her hand between her lower belly and pubis shyly showing that there is no tattoo* I wanted you to go over the tattoos* she looks at Sara and she says hello*.
Ronald: it's not that my ink doesn't last, it's that you rub those parts too much *laughs and looks at Sara* I don't know what the fuck you were saying about being twins, do you look alike? *smiles to Sara who looks at him with indifference* You know beautiful, I like distant women and they dress shy, why not when I finish with your sister I put myself with you, I have a good gun to stick in your skin and not only the one with ink.
Sara lets out a sarcastic laugh: great stud, but I'm not here to waste my time, I'm not interested in any of your guns. Why don't you stop flirting and work *she says seriously showing strength while inside she laughed at the role of their lives that both Ronald and Sara were playing*.
Ronald: uff I like you more the harder you get *says while Sara remains distant* hahaha, it seems your little sister doesn't like me, what a shame, I'll have to settle for the consolation prize *she caresses Amanda's exposed ass and squeezes it, making her let out a little scream*.
Amanda blushes, her skin felt so sensitive, when Ronald caresses her ass she feels a tingle that ends up becoming something more after squeezing it, it was so weird to feel like that, but at the same time it was so cool, this guy looked rough, a flirt who would go for anyone who had breasts. She hated those kinds of men, to her they had been nothing but charmless beasts, but she found it hard to take her eyes off him, maybe it was the newly awakened needs, maybe it was the confidence he emitted while she felt full of insecurities, but she felt weird. But despite her looking at him, he seemed to ignore her and focus on flirting with Sara, as if she was trash, feeding his complexes, even more so when he calls her "consolation prize" before he would have slapped her with a cake and would have made her life miserable now she was silent.
Sara: if you're going to be joking like that I'm going to sit down and wait for you to finish, I have things to do, don't bother me* she says slapping him with her hair while Sara walks away and he stares at her ass without disguising*.
After that Sara sits on one of the seats and takes out her cell phone (Amanda's cell phone), she seemed focused on what she was doing on her cell phone.
Ronald: what an amazing woman your sister is* he laughs* so my lovely Sara what do you want me to do to her? I just give her a once over?* he smiles looking straight at her while his hand keeps grabbing her ass and Amanda looks away, if it had been the real Sara she would have joked and teased him about his manhood after which he would have said something insinuating what a slut she is and they both would have ended up laughing*.
Amanda takes a breath and says to herself "what would Sara do".
Amanda: I want you to give me your gun, you don't mind right, there are more women than my sister and this woman needs your gun *while she says those words and sticks to Ronald she feels how her own words excite her, she had never been so direct with a man, much less one she had just met but the alcohol was helping her, she had always hated it but she understood why so many people drank, it allowed you to do things you thought were impossible*.
Ronald: so another woman needs my gun! *says with sensuality jokingly sticking to Amanda* And what gun is that?
Amanda is silent for a few seconds and answers.
Amanda: ink at the moment *she laughs foolishly, it was the first time she played this game*.
Ronald: very well Sara, since you want so much let's start with the business, then we'll have time for pleasure *winks a naughty eye and Amanda feels her heart racing, as she feels Ronald closer while she holds both buttocks without embarrassment* where were the tattoos? *he caresses Amanda's bubbly ghetto ass, as he feels her fingers knead it like a piano, eliciting a high pitched moan from her as she tries to contain it* there was one here wasn't there? *Amanda nods biting her lip, unable to control her excitement, Ronald was like a magnet and she was a piece of scrap metal.
Amanda: Lucky, in Chinese letters *says as she feels Ronald play with her ass shamelessly*.
Ronald: ohhh I understand why* he laughs* I feel very lucky and your clients sure do too* he spanks her bottom again making Amanda moan*.
Amanda had always considered her bottom a curse, something grotesque and vulgar, that attracted too much attention from rude men. However for Sara it was always her blessing, her best asset, she couldn't trap clients by comparing her breasts with other female companions, neither did she consider putting flashy tattoos all over her body to give her an erotic and wild look so that men in search of adventure would hire her for unbridled sex, she had hope to get out and that could be her grave. That's why she was grateful to have a perky ghetto ass that many men wanted to knead, fuck or even shove in their faces, if it wasn't for that Sara was sure her life would have been more depressing. Now Amanda was beginning to enjoy and appreciate the benefits of her huge booty.
Ronald: And the other one? I forgot * Amanda blushes at the question, knowing the answer, she knew a lady shouldn't answer, but she wasn't a lady now, if she was seen at the country club, she was sure she would be banned for life, so why not get carried away with "what would Sara do "*.
Amanda lowers her hand and slides it down her exposed pussy, it was so wet...
Amanda: down here, I think it said lust. *she lets out a drunken giggle, just before she feels Ronald's hand caressing her privates opening her mouth in a huge O of surprise*.
Ronald: Lust, hahaha, you're such a damn Sara, you're usually a tease but this... I don't think Trick is fucking you right, or have you given up on being a real slut?
Ronald caresses Amanda's pussy and she affirms without being able to deny Ronald's words, she wasn't Sara but it was clear that if she was she would be trash below her.
The atmosphere was heating up, Amanda grabs Ronald's waist as he rubbed. That's when Sara is heard coughing proving she was there, if she hadn't acted in time Amanda felt she would have lunged at Ronald knocking him to the ground and ripping his shirt off, this thought embarrasses her realizing what she had been doing.
Sara: you two, I didn't come here to see how two idiots act like animals that are not able to contain themselves, Sara if this is your plan I'm going home, I'm sure a soft mattress with silk sheets awaits me.
Amanda blushes, she couldn't let Sara leave, but she was so horny, she felt like she was going to explode, her body was begging her to grab Ronald and have the night of her life. She knew nothing of the drug cocktail in her flask which was partly what was driving her crazy.
But before Amanda can make a decision, Ronald breaks away and smiles.
Ronald: your sister is right, we can continue this another day, your sister is new at this, besides if we start fucking, I'm sure we would be there non-stop until dawn and I wouldn't give you any tattoos at the end. Sara I'm sure I'll fuck you another day.
Amanda bites her lip at Ronald's words and takes a deep breath to keep her head.
Ronald: lie down on the tattoo table *says pointing, since according to what Sara told him, Amanda was a snob who surely had never been in a tattoo shop*.
Amanda obediently leans on the table and with care not to fall she climbs up, crossing her legs properly, while she puts her skirt well, a little embarrassed of the humidity she felt, trying to hide it.
Ronald: Sara what's that pose baby, are you going to get a damn tattoo or are you at a fucking tea party. *says uncrossing Amanda's legs as she felt herself getting hot* I don't have time for a damn tea party, so take off that fucking skirt and get on all fours like a bitch begging her master, I need to get a good look at that shit sack to get it tattooed *she says sharply*.
Amanda is surprised by the harshness of Ronald's words. Fearfully she obeys by pulling down her skirt while Ronald looks at her with stern eyes, carefully slipping it between her legs and letting it fall to the floor. Leaning on the stretcher, Amanda gets on all fours embarrassed, feeling her pussy dripping with excitement thinking that Ronald was behind looking at it. She felt her pussy throbbing, heart and head, nervously waiting for Ronald not knowing when he would touch her.
The seconds seemed eternal, until she finally felt Ronald's hand grab her buttocks.
Ronald: good bitch* says Ronald, at first he didn't know if he was overdoing it, it wasn't how he used to treat Sara but after giving orders to the silly Amanda, Sara seemed to ignore them, he knew that if he would make a move she would act like she did before* stay a little more like this while I prepare the equipment, like a good girl.
Amanda felt so useless right now, reduced to nothing more than a bitch on all fours, feeling her juices sliding down her thighs, a whore that anyone gave orders to, she tried to remember the great times when they praised her but it seemed so far away, like she was someone she didn't recognize. She felt stupid to think that she and that woman were the same, she wanted to turn off her fears, shame, uselessness... she wanted to be free like in the club.
Amanda: can you pass me my flask *she says shyly, afraid that Sara or Ronald would yell at her as Shantal had done, for being a useless lecher*.
Ronald hands it to her placing it on the stretcher under her breasts and before she can drink she feels the strong and cold hand caressing one of her buttocks.
Ronald: let's get started, I don't need this at the moment *says caressing Amanda's pussy* so I don't know why you're on all fours. Get on your knees as if you were praying *he says while Amanda felt so silly, "Ronald told me to get on all fours right?" she wondered confused, maybe it was the alcohol or the excitement that made her think things, but she was sure that Ronald would think she was a fool that took any opportunity to humiliate herself*.
Amanda still confused kneels with her back straight towards Ronald.
Ronald: fuck, how do you want me to tattoo you right if I can't see shit with that hoity-toity pose, bend over and get that fat ass out, for an asset you have, show it * spanks Amanda, and she embarrassed obeys submissively.
Amanda felt uncomfortable but dared not say anything because of Shantal's physical and oral abuse, she felt all her ideas were worthless bullshit. Her thighs ached as she was on her knees, bent over with her buttocks over her ankles enhancing them. She felt it was a hard workout for her body, even though thanks to her fitness due to her morning running and gym time after work, she was holding up but she felt she would have horrible stiffness in her legs tomorrow.
Shortly after getting fitted Amanda hears the buzz of ink paint, and closed her eyes in fear, waiting with dread and resignation to be branded like a little calf. She didn't have to wait long to feel the needle against her skin, and she felt a sharp pain. She tries to make the uncomfortable sensation go away by taking a sip from the flask.
It takes a few minutes to take effect and by the time it does she felt her body start to adapt, little by little the pain disappears and she feels a pleasant tingling sensation. Amanda can't help but feel Ronald's hand on her butt, resting on it as he tattoos her. Disguisedly Amanda looks at Sara to discover that from their angle it looked like they couldn't see each other, many ideas run through her mind influenced by the unsatisfied desire she felt.
Amanda restrains herself struggling, as she looks at the decor, in front of her was a poster of a naked gothic woman with her skin full of tattoos and pirsin, Amanda was sure that if she saw such a woman in a job interview she would fire her. Although then she starts thinking about the journey she had made that night, "she had started as a sophisticated businesswoman and had ended up as a trashy stripper, dancing in front of unknown men, pissing in the street like a tramp, touching herself in front of other people and now she was getting tattooed, Sara was right she had an easy life every person had a life and she didn't know what led them to that, maybe this woman was stripping out of necessity, maybe her tattoos as Sara said was her art. Since her ego had collapsed it was hard for her to judge others from the top of her crystal throne, she did not feel superior to this naked woman on the poster.
Ronald: Sara, how was your day at the club?
Amanda is surprised, until she remembers that Ronald thought she was Sara. According to Sara what he told her she should pretend to be her.
Amanda: well, normal, you know it was full of guys yelling and throwing bills.
Ronald: what is a strip club, how is it going with Trick? I heard from my mom that he's more of a dick than ever. I don't understand how you're still with him.
Amanda didn't understand very well the relationship between Sara and her boyfriend, so she decided to stay out of it.
Amanda: don't worry it's going well, you know... he's just the way he is *she says not knowing what to say she was too drunk to say anything else*.
Ronald: Are you ok? You look different, normally by now you would be ranting like a trucker about him or anything else, you look so... silly.
Amanda realizes that Ronald really knew Sara, she was nervous about being caught, "what would Ronald say to her if he found out that she wasn't Sara but Amanda, he could yell at her or even get aggressive for feeling cheated" thinks Amanda getting paranoid, "he could tell everyone what I did tonight, everyone will know" then Shantal's lessons came to her, she had to protect her reputation no matter what.
Amanda: you fucking idiot will be your damn mother. I was just trying to be sophisticated because there was my fucking sister, is there a problem faggot?
Ronald laughs. While Amanda seems more relaxed to see how he believed his performance should continue to protect his life.
Ronald: Yeah, the only one with a damn mother is you. Your sister sure as hell already knows what kind of foul-mouthed bitch you are. Now hold this sack of shit still, I'm not one of your customers who wants to watch you rub it all over my face* he lights up a cigarette and blows smoke against Amanda's ass, as she feels a naughty tingle*.
Amanda: who is foul mouthed here, look at the shit you spew out of your mouth before you speak, you wish I would shake my ass in your ass face *snickers and laughs, for the first time all night she felt power, she wasn't a helpless little girl, she felt like one more* now stop smoking down there, I don't want you to make a mistake.
Ronald: don't worry I could tattoo your ass with your eyes closed as long as you don't move it, what you want is for me to leave you my blunt to get high, right bitch?
Amanda stays a few seconds thinking, "Sara smokes, I am Sara I must smoke", she was so drunk that her paper was starting to swallow her, she had a hard time differentiating between her and Sara. Knowing she had already smoked, "it was okay for another puff", not knowing it was a weed blunt not a tobacco cigarette, Amanda was falling much deeper.
Amanda: you're so smart ass face* Sara had never called Ronald that before but it was something the current Amanda didn't care about. Ronald gives her the blunt and she takes a strong puff clouding her mind even more, while enjoying the power of being Sara*.
They both laugh and continue joking and insulting each other while Amanda starts to tell him about the night at the club as if they were epic feats.
Ronald: you're a demented damn whore, letting an old man touch you, I'm sure you could have gotten money out of him if you weren't such a fucking nympho.
***
Ronald: bitch, if you wanted something big and black so bad you should have called me, fuck dildos in the piss hole of a strip club.
Amanda: I wanted a big one not a little worm.
***
Ronald: How many years have you been in the club? Sara you're losing your mind, you're going to get a reputation as a whore queen instead of just a princess.
The two talk for a long time, while Amanda delved into her character and Ronald passed her another blunt and they smoked while laughing. It was being the most relaxing time in Amanda's life since she started school, she could say whatever she wanted to do whatever she wanted to do without worrying about social norms or any other kind of rules.
Ronald: there's your damn bum, turn around, we have to make the queen of sluts' pussy sexy* they both laugh in a cloud of weed*.
Amanda tries to turn around but her legs had fallen asleep after a while in that uncomfortable position, finally Ronald helps her, turning her around.
Ronald: this is too soaked, my gun can't paint in the putrid puddle of your pussy* he takes the roll paper he used to clean and passes it between Amanda's legs* much better, go dry yourself while he tattooed, otherwise it will take too long, slug.
Amanda listens to being ridiculed again, but as she drank, smoked and was insulted she started to get used to it.
When Ronald starts tattooing she begins to laugh as she feels the gun against her skin. Far away was the pain, now it was pleasure. Her crotch got wetter and wetter and Amanda rubbed the tissues until she soaked them again and again dropping them around her before picking up the next one and rubbing again while her head rested pleasantly on the stretcher oblivious to the world around her, for an hour she lay with her legs open, in that time she had used all the paper roll and Ronald passed her several magazines of Amanda's company, ending up all around her crumpled full of her juices.
Ronald: we are done. *he shakes Amanda who was still too confused by drugs, alcohol and pleasure* I said we're done* he yells loudly and this time Amanda notices* finally! we're done with your tattoos* he passes her a mirror but Amanda doesn't look at them still confused*.
Amanda: thank you, I... thank you *says confused with glassy eyes, she looked like a zombie without a brain*.
Ronald: hahaha, you're welcome it's always a pleasure to have customers and make money, it'll be $500
Amanda tries to focus on Ronald's words as she dispels the fog in her head. Ronald watches as Amanda does the math with her hands as if it was hard to know how much that was.
Ronald: it's 5 bills with that old man, Benjamin Franklin, *he sees how Amanda is still confused and he becomes condescending* you know the one with the face shaped like a potato, on top he is bald as a monk and underneath he has a mane, the one with the kites and the lightning.
Amanda somewhat slowly answers: ehh yes, yes I do * she opens Sara's purse with difficulty to realize that she didn't have her unlimited supply of money, only what she earned today and Shantal took almost all of it* I don't have it* she says low*.
Ronald: you don't have Sara? How did you plan to pay me, I'm your friend but you know I can't trust you with money. You have debts, rents to pay, electricity, water, food, and that tick of a boyfriend who takes your money for his gambling. How are you going to pay me back? I need to eat, this is not an NGO.
Amanda: I...* she felt ashamed, it was the first time she didn't have money to pay, money was never a problem, now she felt distressed under the claim of a money she didn't have, she felt helpless and her mind had trouble thinking of solutions, so much so that she forgets Sara who had been sitting with her cell phone for a while and had promised to pay for the tattoos* I don't know how to pay you, I'll do anything.
Ronald smiles seeing the desperate Amanda crawling and begging. He had nothing against Amanda but he liked to see how a woman who had everything begged him.
Ronald: very well, first I want you to clean that up *points to the stretcher surrounded by Amanda's crumpled papers* I was going to have to do it myself but you better do it, leave it perfect, I don't want her to close it for danger of catching hepatitis.
Amanda bends her head and grabs the papers one by one with disgust, "if you go one by one I'm going to go to sleep when the sun rises, grab more and throw them in the trash can" says Ronald, and Amanda grabs several of them staining her arms, hands and chest with her juices, she was already emanating a strong smell of sex all over her body as if she had been working all night in the street.
When she finishes she gets up to meet Ronald's look of disgust, causing her to shudder, thinking she was useless and had made another mistake.
Ronald: Is that what you call cleaning up stupid? You only picked up a few papers, you have to wipe the stretcher and disinfect, or you want someone to sit on your pussy juices... and what about the floor, until recently there were those papers with the drool from your pussy, you must scrub the floor well until there is no germ left. *He demands and Amanda bows her head with resignation, as so many employees had done in front of her while she was shouting in anger.
Amanda: Yes sir.
Amanda grabs the bucket and a rag and starts cleaning using the disinfectant products from the cleaning cupboard, scrubbing hard as Ronald criticized her from behind. "harder", "don't forget anything", "if anyone catches hepatitis it will be your fault". Behind the gurney she starts cleaning the floor on her knees after Ronald told her "if you want to remove bacteria, you have to scrub hard", she scrubs the brush hard on the floor, with those club clothes obviously unsuitable for that job showing everything.
Amanda: I'm done sir *says with an inferiority complex* can I go now?
Ronald: Do you think your job is worth $500?
Amanda didn't know what to say.
Ronald: I'm finishing repairing a gun that broke and I need it for tattooing, so why don't you pay me with your mouth?
Amanda is surprised
Amanda: With my mouth?
Ronald: are you a damn or just an idiot, you give me a blowjob, do you understand that? *he asks and Amanda nods* great suck.
Amanda swallows saliva, she had never had oral sex, in the back of her mind a respectable Amanda struggled to get off while layers of alcohol and drugs prevented her, she felt aroused still because of the drugs, Ronald looked cute since they arrived and for some reason she felt aphrodisiac this man so dominant. On the other hand her natural self struggled, she knew it was degrading to suck a stranger that shouldn't be her type, she had turned down much better men than Ronald without even giving him the time of day, if anyone found out she had given oral sex in a place like this her reputation would be destroyed. But for more reasons against her mind was far from rational thinking and finally she kneels in front of Ronald and begins to open his fly, after which she puts her hand in and feels a tingling sensation as she feels a tube of warm, soft flesh, which seemed to have a life of its own.
Sara: What are you doing damn? I thought we came here because you needed to get some tattoos, but I see you needed something else.
Amanda quickly let go and when she tried to get up she fell to the floor on her ass, seeing Sara's look of contempt.
Ronald: Forgive her, she only wanted to pay her debts with me.
Sara: Forgive her? To this damn? She only makes a fool of me with her behavior, at the club, the hairdresser's, here, she is a disgrace since she was born, if only she would fight to have a minimum of decency, but look at her! there on the floor with her legs open as if she was a shop window. *She says and Amanda closes her legs in shame and crawls on the floor to get up. I'll pay you, I'm tired of carrying this damn, in the end she's going to ruin my reputation if I continue by her side.
Ronald: 500$.
Sara takes it out of Amanda's wallet as if it was no effort and says goodbye. As Amanda tries to scream and runs after her a couple of blocks away from the tattoo shop.
Amanda: I'm sorry Amanda.
Sara couldn't believe she had made a mistake and called her name, besides not seeing through her act.
Sara: whatever you say, it's too late, it's time to end this game.
Amanda is ashamed of having fallen so deep into the game that she was about to do something unthinkable for a woman of her status. But it was finally over, she could go back to her life and think of this night as a bad dream.
Amanda: I... it's over now* she says drunk and confused although you could see the joy in her glassy eyes* so... where you... give me... the clothes?
Sara: sis, I really liked your dress and I think it fits me, so if you don't mind I'll borrow it, sisters borrow clothes, I've never had one but that's what they say so if you don't mind?
Amanda: but, it's mine...
Sara: I know, that's why I'm borrowing it, I'm looking for a job and surely a dress like this will help me a lot, I would appreciate it so much, it's a little sisterly favor.
Amanda: but... I need to go home.
Sara: Exactly! It's a win-win, what will happen if I let you walk down the street all dressed up? They will probably think you are carrying money and they will rob you with a knife or a gun, but with my clothes no one will suspect, and I will pay you back in a couple of weeks, besides at this hour we would have to undress in the street, is that what you want? Although you've shown me that you're more daring than I thought, *snorts out a sweet laugh* I hope you didn't mind if I cut off your blowjob with Ronald. I know him and he can take advantage if you let your guard down, I didn't want him to take advantage of my little sister.
Amanda blushes as she remembers what she had been about to do and how she could still feel that tube of meat between her hands, her heart was racing just remembering the soft touch of Ronald's cock.
Amanda: okay fine* she says without trying to fight Sara, it all seemed so logical, so reasonable, as it came out of Sara's mouth, she was afraid she was going to get mugged*.
Sara: great, let's go, I'll take you to a cab stand, your cell phone ran out of battery, but don't worry, I'll take you to a cab stand where there are always taxi drivers ready to take a pretty woman anywhere. *Sara said full of confidence and began to walk, still barefoot, chasing her for 10 minutes until she ended up in an alley from where she could see 3 or 4 cabs.
The cab rank was a bit ramshackle like the rest of the neighborhood, the cabs looked a bit unpainted and old with more than 10 years.
Sara: we have arrived, I guess it's goodbye, I hope we see each other again soon *says Sara giving Amanda a hug and whispers in her ear* don't be naughty or you will end up with a bad reputation* she laughs, the only thing Amanda was carrying from her old look was her purse which Sara gave her on the way, in which Sara had dumped all the things from her old purse except her cell phone and some bills*.
Amanda: yeah, I'll see you around *she says shyly and they part ways*.
Amanda's POV:
After separating from Sara I walk towards the cabs, I was feeling dizzy, confused, all in all, I was struggling with every step to keep my balance, while I'm heading to the cabs I look back several times checking that Sara is there, she gave me security with her firm posture.
After arriving, I see numerous taxi drivers waiting for customers, they looked like some sort of gang, most were tattooed, many were wearing tank tops and some horrible satanic t-shirts. I walk around looking for who could give me a ride while I notice their leering, many looks go to my tattoos and I hear several lewd comments "hey pretty girl, you looking for cab why don't you come here with me, I'll take you because you won't let me frisk that ghetto bum to see if I'm lucky, and give you a free ride" says one of them. Nervous, I lower my head and look away, I'm just ghetto trash for them, but they were right I felt like real trash, that night I had behaved like one, I had enjoyed it and I still felt slimy wetness between my legs that confirmed it.
Among all these taxi drivers I see an older gentleman in his late 60's, half bald, beer belly and prominent double chin, his clothes were sloppy, he was smoking when I approached him.
In a sense he reminded me of my father, he was an older gentleman who must have been a similar age to him. Surely today my father would be disappointed. I approach with force and open my mouth but when I do it I get nervous and I don't say a word, and if he was making fun of me for the way I was dressed, for smelling of sex, I was a mess.
Taxi driver: what do you want girl* he says to me something rude*.
Amanda: I... I would like you to take me somewhere* I say nervously ducking my head.
Taxi driver: Do you have any money?
Amanda: yes
Taxi driver: get in, where can I take you? *he gets into his cab and gestures for me to sit next to him as the passenger*.
Amanda: residential***, street***, number 7
He starts the cab while smoking and after a minute he throws it out the window.
Taxi driver: Because a girl like you goes to a posh neighborhood like that.
I could tell by his words that he thought she was a prostitute.
Amanda: Nothing special, I just have things to do.
Taxi driver: Are you going to see a client? That's the only reason I can think of for a hot ass from the ghetto to hang out with rich guys from that posh neighborhood *he says while I feel one of his hands caressing my thigh, his fingers were like sausages*.
Amanda: I don't... please... could I *I try to speak while his hand plays on my thighs as I try hard to push it away, that greasy hand was arousing the wetness between my legs*.
Taxi driver: come on, we're just playing I'm sure your client is happy that his little whore is so wet. You don't have a damn face, I'd say you're one of the cheap ones, what's a rich man doing with a girl like you?
Amanda: I don't know... please?
Taxi driver: I'm sure you're a crazy bitch capable of anything for a few bucks, I honestly prefer them with more breasts but you have a killer ass.
I feel his hand sliding between my thighs and slowly climbing up to enter under my skirt, I felt so helpless and humiliated. That's when I feel his fat finger touch my vagina, feeling him run one of his fingers through my folds.
Taxi driver: umm you pretend to be tight but you are already wet *smiles and I feel the car stop, I look out the car window and see that we are in the middle of nowhere*.
Amanda: where are we?, it's not here *I say scared, what if this man raped me and left me here, or worse he would kill me*
Taxi driver: don't worry beautiful, I just want you to do a little job for me, I'm a man of my word *he says as his finger plays between my legs and I let out a slight moan* I'm sure you'll enjoy it, the sooner you suck the sooner we'll get there and your client will have you on all fours.
I struggle to think as I struggle trying to separate his greasy finger from between my legs, it was too strong. I only had to suck once and I would go home, this nightmare would be over, my pussy was wet, it would only be once, no one should know about it, if she didn't she would have to walk around dressed like that until someone picked her up, god knows if they would treat her better than this man, and if the police caught her she would go to jail and tomorrow she would be in all the magazines.
Resigned I leaned down looking at his fly and unzipped his fly and slipped my hand into his briefs, I carefully pulled out his meat tube, it felt more wrinkled soft and small than Ronald's, he had gone from never having touched one in his life to touching two in less than an hour.
Taxi driver: that's the way I like it baby, enjoy your dinner.
I bring my face close to his penis, it had a strong musky smell, it looked like this man sat all day and didn't shower properly because it smelled too much. Carefully I stick my tongue out and slide it down the shaft, like a kitten drinking from its bowl, first one then another, I suck again and again, when he starts the car again, as he pushes my head against his lap.
Taxi driver: that's the way I like it... suck faster... with joy... put it in your mouth. *speaks sentence after sentence as I suck*.
I felt like I was dying of disgust sucking on that. It was so gross, it smelled so bad, just imagining this fat guy sitting there masturbating makes me gag. I finally open my mouth holding my breath and put it in, it felt like a fat squishy worm was squirming in my mouth as it grew harder like a carrot. I suck with it between my lips and gag, I was about to vomit, I desperately pull my face away and take the flask out of my purse and finish it, Sara had transferred it to my purse along with other things, which I hadn't gotten around to investigating.
I go back to sucking since the taxi driver stopped every time I stopped, after a little bit of drinking it didn't feel so bad, I start to speed up the rhythm, I even felt like I was getting wet, even more when the taxi driver touched my crotch with his greasy fingers. Sometimes I feel some gagging and sometimes the taxi driver gives me some hair pulling when I unintentionally scrape his cock with my teeth. I was getting more and more excited.
When I was already savoring this sensation we arrived home.
Taxi driver: the ride is over, your prince is waiting for you.
I pull my face away from his hard meat tube, while a little saliva slides down the corner of my lips. While still feeling the fingers of this fat taxi driver.
Cabbie: I'm still horny, I wish this place was further away, but a promise is a promise, so why don't we make another deal, I'll give you the ride and in return you finish this thing you started. *He says as I feel his fingers quicken as he thrusts them in hard, causing me to gasp loudly.
I was too horny to reason, I wanted to cum and my body agreed, I felt like a damn but it felt so good, so few responsibilities, no thinking, it was so simple. I finally nod as his fat fingers kept rubbing between my legs.
I duck my head before he blocks me.
Taxi driver: no, I want to finish your pussy *I swallow saliva and nod I wanted to come so following his hands I climb on top of his legs and shove his hard friend between my legs, feeling my pussy expand as his hard friend slides inside, after which I start to wiggle my hips letting out a long gasp followed by shorter ones to the rhythm of my waist. It had been so long since I'd had real sex, I was so turned on, I'd been relieving this stress all night, I couldn't contain myself. So after getting a few spankings from the taxi driver I accelerated as if I was possessed, moving my hips back and forth, I felt my ass hit the steering wheel over and over again, making the horn honk several times, but I was too ecstatic to care. In the throes of passion with our bodies pressed against each other I kissed him passionately just before I felt him cum inside me bringing me to a hot orgasm*.
I was still panting, when the taxi driver opens the car door and pulls me out, throwing the bag at my feet.
Taxi driver: that was great babe, if you want to repeat you know where to find me, but I'm in a hurry, I have to earn some real money *he laughs and starts off as I watch him drive away*.
I felt so dumb, so stupid, garbage. Confused I grab my purse as fast as I can so no one sees me and get to the gate of my mansion and start looking for my keys. As I search, I hear a car approaching, it must have been the neighborhood security service doing the rounds, or maybe a neighbor had called them when he saw the show he made. Nervous, I look for my keys, I couldn't let them see me like that. And thank God they change streets before arriving at their mansion, I breathe a sigh of relief and find the keys.
I walk through the garden to my mansion and enter without noticing that my skirt was exposing my ass after that horrible act of vulgarity in the cab.
Finally I enter, the safety of my home, I felt all the worries of being discovered leave me and all the accumulated tiredness reach my body, I walk to my bedroom but I was too drunk tired and weak for the stairs, I felt like I should climb Everest, I try, but only two steps later I fall on the carpet, I was too tired to get up and I give up while my eyes close and I fall deeply asleep.
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