The Smell of Sex Ch.19
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At that moment, the door opened again. Terry looked up hopefully, expecting to
see Laura back with their clothes. Instead, she was greeted by a large group of
girls armed with water guns, who rudely ended the lovemaking with blasts of
icy-cold water. Screaming, the two naked girls grabbed the bed sheet, and rushed
out the door, to the jeers and laughing of the crowded halls of the Honor's
dorm.
Terry and Dawn finally made it to her car, but too late, she realized the key
was upstairs in the dorm. The crowd of water pistol armed girls soon
followed,cheering and spraying water. By now, the water-soaked sheet displayed
more than it hid of the two girls wrapped inside. With the cheering crowd
drawing more onlookers by the second, the two hapless girls did the only thing
they could: They fled crying on foot.
The journey back to their sorority was hell. Their dainty pampered feet were
unused to walking to the rough pavement and gravel and the wet sheet drew the
heat from their bodies, making their teeth chatter and forcing them to huddle
closely for warmth.
At every dorm and greek house, onlookers pointed and laughed at them. The
onlookers shouting out, "Lezzie sluts!" as they passed. Little did the girls
know that written in magic marker on the inside of the sheets were those very
words. Not visible when dry, but very much so when wet.
Things didn't get any better when the reached the sanctuary of the sorority
house. On the eave of the house, the letter T had been Z'd out with red spray
paint. It was now the LEZ house.
In the front yard, several girls appeared to be packing their belongings in cars
with tears flowing from their eyes.
When Terry and Dawn showed up on the front lawn, one of the girls pointed at
them. "There they are!" she screamed.
Instead of being greeting with console and comfort, Terry was greeted by
profanities and worse.
"Look everyone, the sluts are back!" one of the girls accused.
"Please, you don't understand. We were set up-" Terry explained.
"Sluts-Bitches. You've ruined it for us all! Nobody is staying. The sluts-the
Lez sluts! The phone has been ringing off the hook and it's all because of you.
Get out of here you dyke bitches!" one of the sorority girls demanded, throwing
a notebook and hitting Terry in the head, while Dawn hid behind.
"Terry, I'm scared. Let's just go," whispered Dawn.
'Where to?' Terry thought, then pleaded her case with the sisters again.
"Please, at least let us get our clothes."
Her answer was a clod of dirt in the face, while another hit her stomach. The
two girls turned as one and fled the house, with clods of dirt and grass pelting
them from behind.
They ran across the street and Terry noticed a girl sitting in a convertible
BMW, calmly singing to herself, unaware of the proceedings. Terry knocked on the
window, praying that the girl wouldn't flee from the two strange girls covered
in only mud and a sheet.
The window slid down, "What can I do for you girls?" asked Monique, arching an
eyebrow.
"Please help us," begged Terry. "Hurry, those girls are after us," added Dawn,
bouncing nervously up and down.
"Who, those sorority bitches?" inquired the dark-skinned girl.
"Yes-yes-yes!" pleaded Dawn, as she took a more active role. She had played
along with Terry and look where it got her . . . covered in a sheet and chased
by an angry mob.
"Well, get in. I hate sorority bitches," the driver said, as she unlocked the
door.
The two girls went to open the door, but the lock snapped back down again. "The
muddy sheet stays, I just got this car," warned the dark goddess.
"Bu-but-we're-n-naked," pleaded Terry.
Dawn slipped out from behind Terry and the driver unlocked the door again. The
naked girl quickly got into the car and said, "You can keep your sheet Terry,
I'm going."
"Bu-bu-" Terry started, but her head dropped, along with the sheet. She meekly
slid into the car, sharing the cramped seat with her sorority sister.
The black girl sped off, flipping the chasing girls the bird as she left.
"Hello, you pretty things, my name is Monique."
"I'm Dawn," the closest girl replied.
"My name is . . . T-Ter-I'm Tina," Terry said, thinking it best to use a fake
name.
"What's wrong with your little friend Dawn? Is she so dim, she doesn't even know
her own name?" Monique inquired, rubbing her hand on the girl's bare thigh.
"What is your pretty friend's name Dawn?"
"It-It's-" Terry sputtered.
"Did I ask you? No! I asked Dawn!" Monique shouted at the cringing naked girl.
"Now, tell me Dawn," Monique's voice dripped syrupy sweetness, as cooed to the
younger girl. "What is your girl's name?"
Dawn thought about covering for Terry momentarily, but she had already given her
real name, so why should she cover for her friend. Besides, Monique seemed to
like her much more than Terry, and it was nice to be treated superiorly.
"Her name is Terry. Terry Pinehurst."
"She must not be very bright, if she doesn't even know her name," Monique
chided, as she pulled Dawn's thigh slightly open. "Eww, those girls wet you
pretty good. You've got to dry yourselves before you ruin my leather. Hmmm . . .
I've got just the thing. Dawn, be a dear sweetie, and pull my panties out from
under my skirt for me."
Monique watched, as Dawn tried to reach over and under the skirt, but the girl
had no leverage. "You are probably going to need both hands sweetie," Monique
encouraged.
The little rich girl knelt on the floor board and reached under the Monique's
ebony bottom and tried once again to no avail. She lifted her hands up so that
Monique was off the seat, but then she didn't have a hand free to remove the
silken garment.
Monique smiled at her difficulty and said, "Maybe we should let your dim little
friend give it a try."
Dawn saw a danger in losing her place as the smarter of the two girls. She
leaned forward and grabbed the edge of Monique panties between her teeth and
slipped them down Monique's ebony hips.
"There, that's my girl," Monique cooed.
Dawn basked in the glow of praise, as she removed the panties out from under the
Monique's heels and sat back down, then proceeded to wipe the water from her
face and chest. The panties smelled strongly of sex, but she was so glad for the
safety and comfort, she didn't care.
"Now get all of that wet stuff out of there," Monique said, motioning to Dawn's
crotch.
Dawn blushed and dipped the silken garment into the folds of her sex to absorb
the copious flow of nectar.
"Such a smart girl, make sure you get it all now."
Her blush spread down her chest, but she obediently placed her leg over top of
Terry's and daintily wiped the fluids that glimmered in the reflection of the
car stereo.
"Dawn!" Terry gasped in amazement at her friend stooping to this level for this
black girl.
"Do hers next Dawn. I don't trust your dim witted friend to do it properly and
these seats are far too expensive for that."
"No, no," Terry muttered, as she struggled against her friend, but it was too
late; the panties were already pressed into her sex. Her struggles only served
to help Dawn do her duty. "Please," Terry whimpered. "I just want to go home.
Please just let me call my daddy."
"Dawn, use something to shut your stupid friend up, okay sweetie? I don't want
someone that dumb talking to me . . . it might rub off. So have her talk to you
and then you can talk to me. Okay?"
Dawn looked at her friend, then back down to the soiled panties, and smiled.
Soon Terry found to her utter degradation, the panties were forced into her
mouth. She struggled against her former friend, trying to spit the offensive
things out, until Dawn whispered a warning, "If you spit them out, I will tell
her who you really are."
'You wouldn't!' Terry thought in horror. The President of Lamda Alpha Theta
complied and immediately stopped her struggles. She couldn't believe that her
friend had turned traitor so easily. She wanted to shout and to scream at
Monique that Dawn was the stupid one, anyone could obey.
"Your dim-witted friend wants to call mommy and daddy, Dawn. Is that what you
want? Do you want to tell daddy that about all those girls that were after you
for who knows what? What about the T.V. channel I saw you girls on tonight? Do
you want to tell him about that too?" Monique was rubbing higher on Dawn's
thighs, while the poor girl contemplated. Tears welled in the girl's large
pitiful eyes, as she imagined disappointing her parents. "N-no," she sobbed.
"Good. Such a smart girl." Monique rubbed her fingers through the girl's damp
hair. "Now, it just so happens my last roommate left, and I have an empty bed at
my dorm. Of course, you will have to take over her chores and assorted duties,
but that shouldn't be hard for a smart girl like you. After watching you two go
at it tonight, I imagine you two wouldn't mind sharing the other bed."
Terry was still not convinced and shaking her head. But by careful use of her
hands and muffled words, she was able to get Dawn to understand her question.
"Terry doesn't want to stay. She's ashamed and wants to go home."
"Well, the world full of lesbians. As a matter of fact, my last roommate was one
until I cured her. Maybe I could do the same for you? Tell you what, why don't
you stay with me tonight and then decide tomorrow. Anyway, where else are you
going to sleep; on the street?" Monique explained. "Besides, we are already
here."
Monique parked the car and then opened the door. "Don't you girls go anywhere
now; I have to get something out of the trunk." When she returned, she was
twirling another pair of panties on her finger. "Dawn, tell your little friend,
she can take those panties out of her mouth and put them on."
Terry didn't need to be told. She quickly spat out the offending garment and
slipped the wet slimy panties up her legs.
"Your little girlfriend sure isn't very bright is she?" Monique asked. "Everyone
in the dorm will know exactly *who* it is running around half naked when she
goes up." Monique tossed the other pair of panties to Dawn. "Be a dear and show
your little friend how to keep people from knowing who you are."
Dawn stared at the black Lycra panties Monique had jogged in earlier. She could
smell the scent of her exertion and sex easily. She gulped, then squeezed her
thighs tightly together, as she raised the panties up and put them over her
head.
"Okay tell your dummy, it's her turn."
"I'm not a dummy, she's the dummy. Just look at her-ridiculous," Terry mumbled
under her breath. However, she didn't want to be left alone and wanted to at
least be Dawn who seemed to be getting most of Monique's attention. Although
part of her secretly wished that Monique would treat her like a person, instead
of something that belonged to Dawn.
"Put them on right. Here, let me help you, dummy." Dawn slapped Terry's hands
away and pulled the panties down her legs. Terry didn't relish the idea of
wearing the sodden panties on her head, but she had caught a whiff of the pair
that Dawn wore. She was thankful she didn't have to wear those.
"Good girl Dawn. Now, you girls follow me . . . not too closely now. Dawn, have
your little friend follow behind you and hold onto your hips so she doesn't get
lost."
Monique led and Dawn followed with Terry in tow. Surprisingly, even with the
titters and the finger pointing from some of the girls, Dawn found herself
walking proudly as she sought to set a good example for her little tag along.
While poor Terry couldn't understand wasn't shaking with humiliation as she was.
The first few mean comments had caused her to start crying. Thankfully, the
panties hid the utter mortification visible on her face. However, she couldn't
cover her body, due to having to keep her hands on Dawn's hips. She did the only
thing she could think of and clutched Dawn tightly, hiding her privates in
Dawn's back and bottom. Although, walking up the stairs proved especially
troublesome, because her face kept getting pressed into Dawn's thighs and bottom
as she sought to keep up.
Thankfully, they arrived shortly at Monique's dorm room.
"Dawn, wait here at the door. Hands down and turn around and make sure your
girlfriend does the same."
Dawn obeyed the dark-skinned girl and pulled Terry's arm down from her breasts.
"You better, do as she says, Terry," Dawn ordered.
Dawn was relieved when Terry reluctantly obeyed. She felt Monique putting
something around her neck. "Such a smart girl," cooed Monique. "Put this on your
girl and then come inside." The dark girl handed Dawn what appeared to be some
sort of collar with a gold tag hanging from it. She buckled the collar around
Terry's neck and then took a look at the tag. Engraved in black letters was
written Bottom. Curious, Dawn showed her tag to Terry. "What does mine say?"
she asked.
Terry was now shaking with fear and humiliation. She had been collared like a
dog and Dawn didn't care about anything but what was written on her collar.
'What a stupid girl,' she thought, but dared not say. "It says Top. Please Dawn,
this girl is sick. Let's go," she pleaded. She was even more dumbfounded by the
look of satisfaction that spread across the Dawn's face. 'An idiot, a complete
and utter imbecile,' she thought. "I'll just keep my mouth shut and by this time
tomorrow, I'll be on a plane to daddy."
"Monique, can we have some clothes now?" Terry asked Monique, as she took the
panties off of her head.
Monique ignored the request and instead turned to Dawn. "You can take the
panties off your head now Top. That's my smart girl. Now, what did I tell you
about your stupid girl talking to me?" Monique said, her angry eyes glaring at
Dawn.
"You said that she wasn't supposed to."
"That's right." Monique reached out and grabbed Terry, striking out like a snake
catches its prey. Soon the helpless girl was face-down on the mattress,
squealing in terror. "Reach in that bag Top, you will find something to quiet
your girl."
The contents of the bag frightened Dawn, but amidst the dildo and assorted cuff
and clamps she saw what appeared to be some sort of gag. She tried to pass it to
Monique, but the black girl refused.
"She's your responsibility, Top."
Dawn was timid at first, but when Terry tried to bite her, she quickly grew more
daring and soon had the girl gagged most thoroughly.
"Do you think she will take it off?" Dawn asked Monique.
"She's your girl. What do you think?"
Dawn got a pair of leather cuffs out of the bag and secured Terry's arms behind
her back. Defeated and betrayed by her friend, Terry turned her tear-streaked
face away, the air whistling out of her nose as she tried to catch her breath.
Monique sat on the edge of the bed then reached down to pick up a leather
paddle. "Now, Top, you know what I'm going to have to do to you for letting
Bottom misbehave. She is your responsibility after all," Monique said, her
fingers lightly stroking along the leather paddle. "Come on up here girl." She
patted her lap expentantly.
Dawn reluctantly lay across Monique's powerful thighs with her plump bottom
sticking invitingly in the air. Monique brought the paddle down, causing the
flesh of the lovely rump to ripple erotically with the force of the blow. She
proceeded to methodically work the delectable ass over until it turned from
white, to pink, and finally a fiery red. Dawn was reduced to a writhing and
sobbing girl kicking her legs out fetchingly on Monique's lap.
Monique put the paddle down and began to massage the upturned cheeks of Dawn's
bottom. She loved the feel of the heat that emanated from the welted flesh. She
reached an index finger into the folds of the white girl's wet sex, exploring
her tight channel, until her sobs turned to moans. "How are you holding up my
pet?"
"I-I'm doing okay," Dawn gasped.
"Good," Monique said. Dawn sighed with relief and thought the punishment was
over, but the paddle once again began to rain blows down on her reddened ass.
Soon, the dark-haired girl was crying hysterically.
"P-please, n-no m-more. I c-can't - take it," she begged.
"Call me Mistress Monique. Okay, my little Top," Monique said, as she placed the
paddle down and traced a rivulet of moisture up Dawn's thigh, back to it's
origin.
"Please stop Mistress Monique. It hurts too bad." The pain that throbbed in
Dawn's ass with every heart beat outweighed the pleasure Monique was giving her.
She knew she would be lucky to be able to sit down when this was over and it was
all because of that bitch Terry. 'Her name is Bottom now,' Dawn reminded
herself. 'I wish it was her *bottom* getting blistered.'
"You did very well Top, I'm very proud of you." Monique helped Dawn back up on
her shaky legs, then handed Dawn the paddle. "It's up to you what you do with
Bottom."
Terry tried to get up and run away, her face turning white with fear. Watching
Dawn get paddled had stirred up her passion. She was fascinated, yet very glad
it wasn't her at the same time. She did her best to flee Dawn's grasp, but bound
and gagged as she was, in seconds she found herself helplessly draped over her
lap.
Terry looked around for Monique, wondering if she was going to get paddled in
front of an audience. To her horror, she saw Monique turning on a video camera
and pointing it at her display. Suddenly, she felt a finger penetrate and
explore her cunt.
"Slut," Dawn accused. "You got off on seeing me punished, didn't you?"
Terry kicked her legs violently and shook her head to and fro. She tried to
speak, to tell Dawn that they were being filmed, but then the blows started.
The first took her breath away. The rest stung badly, each one hurting worse
than the one before. The first time she had ever been spanked was by Laura
earlier that night, but this was entirely different. There could be no confusing
this with sexual play; this was punishment pure and simple. Worse, it seemed
her body didn't know the difference. She could feel it betraying her by reacting
to the leather paddle.
Dawn whipped her former idol, applying the paddle to every inch of her perfect
buns. She took the formerly snobbish girl from struggling madly, to crying
violently, to lying defeated and gasping for breath on her lap. She had never
felt so horny in her life.
She stuck a finger in Terry pussy, just like Monique had done to her. It pleased
her to know that someone who thought she was such hot stuff had gotten aroused
by being spanked. She looked up with surprise when she noticed that Monique was
filming the action. Dawn's mouth broke into a very sinister grin. 'I'll be able
to see this over and over again.'
Knowing this made her much more daring than she was before.
"Are you going to obey me from now on Bottom?" she asked.
A muffled cry emitted from the helpless girl as she shook her head weakly up and
down.
"I can't understand you, Bottom. Squeeze my finger once for no and twice for
yes."
The cheeks of Terry's very read ass clenched twice and Dawn felt a strong
contraction and then a weaker one around her digit.
"Only one squeeze, you must want some more. Now, where did I put that paddle?"
Dawn looked down with glee, as she felt Terry's pussy clamp down on her finger,
release and the contract again and again. "Changed your mind huh?" Dawn said,
adding another finger and fucking her with them, all the while quizzing her with
one question after another.
"Are you going to talk to me instead of Mistress Monique? Are you my good
little girl? Is your pussy wet? Do you love me? Are you my pretty Bottom? Do you
want to cum? Are you going to cum for the camera?"
Terry lost track of the questions. She lost track of most everything except
squeezing the fingers that were exploring her aching pussy. Whatever the
question was, the answer was always the same - squeeze - pause - squeeze.
Through her sexual haze she became aware of giggling. She turned back to see
what they were laughing at and was mortified that the fingers weren't inside her
anymore. Instead, Monique was filming her opening and closing her wet pussy for
no reason at all.
Then the sweating sorority girl felt a probing at her other opening. 'No, not
there!' she thought in horror. She clamped down on her sphincter and struggled
against the dark-haired girl.
"Bad Bottom!" Dawn scolded. She picked up the paddle and methodically spanked
the reddened bottom, until the girl hung limply on her lap. Inserting a finger
in Terry's sex, she asked, "Are you going to be my good girl now?" and was
pleased to feel the two squeezes.
Removing her wet digit, she put it against Terry's back door and pushed it in.
She noticed that the blonde's tight ring involuntarily contracted around her
finger. She decided to have a little fun with this. She began to ask questions
again, moving her finger imperceptibly with each question, to cause her former
mentor to squeeze the affirmative whether she wanted to or not.
"Do you like for me to play with your ass? Do you love me?
Are you going to be good? Are you my little queer girl? Do you like being
filmed?" Dawn teased her friend like this until the poor girl could successfully
resist contracting her muscles in response.
"That's enough Top. I'm ready for my nightcap now." Monique took off her
clothes, and leaned back in her bed, spreading her legs wide. It was obvious
what she wanted.
Dawn put Bottom down on the floor and proceeded to kiss her Mistresses pussy.
She ran her tongue along the pink lips, hoping that she was pleasing her
Mistress.
Monique grabbed a handful of Dawn's dark hair and pulled her tightly. "Eat me.
Suck my pussy you lezzie slut." She proceeded to hump widely against the white
girl's face, fucking her, while she tried to give her pleasure.
"Ugh-Ugh-Cumming-" she moaned and her hips thrust in time to her contractions.
"I want you to remember me tonight," she said, as she cleaned the nectar ruining
down her thighs with Dawn's hair.
"You were wonderful, sweet little Top," Monique said, as she stroked Dawn's
cheek. "Tomorrow morning, I want to wake up to one of you girls kissing the
other hole, okay?"
Dawn blushed and nodded her head, as the lights were turned off. The street
lights coming through the window illuminated the dorm-room enough for Dawn to
help her bound sorority sister into bed and snuggle in tightly behind her.
As Monique closed her eyes, she could here Dawn's whispers. "Does that gag hurt
baby? Will you promise not to make a sound if I take it off? You won't make
Mistress Monique hurt me again, will you?"
Terry shook her head, and the gag was removed. She felt a finger penetrate her
sex, causing her to gasp.
"I love you Bottom." Dawn said, her finger working faster. "Shh . . . bite the
pillow. Does that feel good? Do you love me? Are you going to leave me? I love
you Bottom. Do you love me? Shh . . . Feel how much I need you. Do you love
me?"
Monique heard the soft sounds of moaning and the springs of the bed squeaking.
She smiled and closed her eyes. When she made that deal with the teacher,
trading Laura for the car, she thought it was a great deal at first. Then after
Laura's personal effects had been moved out, Monique realized just how much the
little thing had meant to her. She called Dr. Adams to demand Laura back, but
the woman had refused, offering another sorority girl to take her place.
Monique could feel an empty spot in her heart for Laura, but she could feel it
quickly filling again as she thought about Dawn. Terry would probably be leaving
tomorrow, but she was sure that Dawn was staying. She would make sure that Dawn
was staying.
The next morning Monique felt the wonderful feeling that comes from having a
soft pair of lips kissing your ass. Nothing else quite says, today is yours, as
a hesitant girl doing her best to avoid that little back door, yet knowing it is
inevitable.
"You know what I want. Lick it. Lick my ass!" Monique moaned, spreading her legs
so the girl could have better access. She looked back and gasped in shock.
First, because the girl didn't hesitate as she had expected. The tongue plunged
right past the tight grommet, exploring her deeply. Second, it wasn't Dawn's
curly hair she saw attached to the head between her ass cheeks, but Terry's long
blonde locks.
'Dawn must have done some pretty heavy convincing last night,' Monique surmised.
'This is turning out better than I ever imagined. Mmmmm, that feels so damn
good. Bottom - what an appropriate name for her.' Monique buried her face in her
pillow, as she moaned with desire.
Dawn was next to Terry, encouraging her. Stroking the girl's hair lovingly,
teasing her sex, massaging her back, all the while whispering, "I love you
Bottom. Do you love me? See how nice it feels when you please Mistress? Don't
you love pleasing Mistress?"
Terry didn't look so good. The black circles underneath her haunted eyes and the
dried smears of sex juice on her face told the tale of her night better than any
words could. She renewed her efforts to please Mistress, thereby pleaing Dawn.
She had learned last night that only by pleasing and loving could she in turn be
pleased and loved. She knew with all her heart that Dawn loved her, just as
much as she loved Dawn. However, there still remained the pleasing. Terry had
pleased Dawn time and time again, yet her own need had been put off.
"Be patient Bottom, your time will come. You know I love you don't you." Dawn
would say, stroking her doubts away.
Terry could feel Monique's ass spasm around her tongue. It wouldn't be long
before she came. "Please," Terry moaned in her ass.
"Oh, that's it baby. Keep on moaning in my ass," Monique ordered. "Say I love
Monique's ass. Ugh, you fucking bitch, you are going to make me cum so hard!"
Terry moaned the words in the black girl's ass. Luckily, her passion kept her
from thinking of how far she had fallen in only one night. She could feel Dawn
leaning over her from behind. Her lover's hands wrapped around her body and
found her sex.
"Oh-god-oh-god-oh-god-" Monique cried, with her hips thrusting on the bed.
"I love you Bottom. Do you love me?" Dawn repeated over and over, as she
attacked her former mentor's cunt with her nubile fingers, while she ground her
wet sex against her ass. She began to pound her pubic mound against the blonde's
ass, wishing she had a dick to fuck her with.
"I love you! I love you Top! I love you so much. Oh God please Top, please
please- ah-ah-ah-cumminnnng!" Terry moaned in climax.
After coming down from her climax, Monique looked down on the floor and was
pleased to see Top sitting against the bed, with Bottom in her arms. The
dark-haired girl was deeply kissing her very willing sorority sister. It was a
touching sight and it gave Monique an idea.
"Top, ask Bottom if she remembers her daddy's phone number?"
"It's 917-555-6451." Terry told Dawn. Monique was pleased the girl addressed
Top, instead of her. When Monique picked up the phone Terry began to panic.
"B-bu-but, I was wondering. I mean, could you ask Mistress if I could stay."
Terry began to think about what would happen if she left. She wasn't worried
about telling her parents what had happened last night, but she was desperately
afraid of losing Dawn. Tears welled in her eyes and she began to plead, "Please,
I want - *need* to stay."
"You can talk to me now Bottom," Monique said. "I need to know something. Do you
love Top?"
"Yes," Terry said, blushing slightly. "I love her."
"Good, because if you stay, from now on, you are no longer going to be able to
do anything for yourself; Top will do it for you. The same goes for you Top. If
you need to eat, bottom will feed you. When you bathe, she will wash you. If you
have an itch, she will scratch it. But, Top, you are in charge. So, if you are
not satisfied with Bottom's performance, feel free to correct her. Do you love
each other enough to do this?"
The two girls looked into each other eyes, before answering as one. "Yes,
Mistress."
From there, the three girls went to the showers. Monique watched with delight as
Top fell into her role and ordered Bottom to bathe her with her tongue. It
appeared that Top wasn't shy at all when it came to her body or with her
sexuality, whereas Bottom was acutely conscious of it, a fact that Monique was
determined to take full advantage of.
When they got back to the dorm room, Monique had her two slaves prepare her for
her class. Next, she laid out two outfits and had each girl dress the other.
Then, Monique proceeded to direct the application of make-up and other
accessories to achieve her desired result.
Soon the girl's stood side by side. Top was wearing black, from her fingernail
polish to her leather dress and lipstick. Bottom was wearing a white stretch
dress that displayed her every curve, broadcasting to the world that she wasn't
wearing underwear. Her accessories and makeup were all hot pink and so were her
aureoles that peeked through the fabric of her skirt.
"What a pair you girls make," Monique said, while Terry nervously fingered her
pink collar and tried to pull down the hem of her skirt. Top slapped the girl's
hand away, before adjusting the skirt herself.
"Now, Top, why don't you hold Bottom's hand today so she doesn't get lost."
Monique grinned evilly as she watched Dawn hold Terry's hand, leaving the girl
standing there uncomfortably conscious of how much the two of them would stand
out today.
"P-Please, Top, ask Mistress if we *have* to walk like this. I won't get lost .
. . I promise," she whined.
Monique's gaze turned hard and she picked up the phone and began dialing Terry's
father's phone number. "9-1-6-5-5-5-" she began.
Meanwhile Dawn whispered something in Terry's ear.
"Wait! Wait! It's okay. I'll do it," Terry pleaded.
Monique smiled to herself as she watched the two girl's leave the dorm room.
Dawn's hand raised the back of Terry's white dress, displaying the blonde's
beautiful ass, which she rubbed possessively for Monique's benefit, before
pulling it back down.
'Something tells me this semester is going to be a lot of fun, even with my
sweet little Laura gone,' Monique said to herself.
