Olivia Ch. 02

The next day I left work just a shade early and drove over to La Minette. I don't know why I should think that Yvette would be there, but I did and she was.

"Good afternoon, Olivia. What may I do for you?"

I gave a short laugh and said, "After the other night, I realized that, if I were to continue here, I would need what we used to call a, 'shag dress'. You may not have ever heard of that, but it is....."

Yvette interrupted me at once.

"Of course I've heard of a shag dress and I can tell you exactly where to go to view a very big choice of such dresses. Are you interested?" I nodded vigorously to signify that indeed I was really interested. Yvette continued, "You should go to La Femelle Erotik. I have their address in the office."

In a very few minutes, I was headed across town in search of the address Yvette had given me. Fortunately, probably due to the time of day, I was able to find a parking space almost directly in front of the shop. I will have to admit that I was somewhat discouraged when I first looked at La Femelle Erotik. It looked to be the typical, small shop that one could find all over town, but, when I entered, I was truly surprised at the caliber of women's clothing that adorned their racks. Still, these were not the kind of dresses that one would want to wear to a sex session. A young woman of about twenty-five came up to me and asked if she could help me.

"Yes, I was told to come to your shop. I am looking for a particular kind of dress. Have you ever heard of a, 'shag dress'?"

"But, of course. Are you by any chance the lady known as, 'Olivia'?" I nodded. "We have exactly the dress you are looking for: something that shows off your charms and yet something that you may remove quickly and with a minimum of fuss or trouble."

She turned and beckoned me to follow her. She led me into a back area of the shop. What had looked to be just a very small shop was, in fact, a much larger establishment than I had suspected. In this back area, there were numerous dresses that could serve as shag dresses. As I began to scan what they had to offer, a rather solemn, old woman appeared and once more asked my name. When I told her that I was Olivia, her solemn air disappeared.

"Oh, I know you! I saw you at La Minette the other evening. Furthermore, Yvette called to let us know that you were coming. You, quite naturally, are looking for what is known in the trade as a, 'shag dress'. No?"

I nodded and she immediately took hold of my arm and began showing me the various dresses they had.

"Would you please disrobe for me? That will allow me to consider more fully what will be the right kind of dress for you."

Surprisingly, I wasn't the least bit embarrassed to shed my garments so that, in just a few seconds, I was standing before this old woman and her assistant totally naked!

"Oh, my dear! Before we outfit you with a proper dress, you must reconsider your choices as to the under clothing you are wearing! If you are to be successful in your chosen profession, you must completely dress the part."

She said something to her assistant who promptly disappeared into what I guessed to be the shop's storeroom. In a very short time, she reappeared carrying several packages. The old lady selected a package, stripped off the plastic outer covering and handed me a pair of panty hose.

"Now these should do you nicely."

I was about to observe that panty hose would be a very big hindrance if I wanted to divulge myself of them rapidly. Then, as I pulled them up to my hip level, I suddenly saw the practical sense in what she had offered me. These panty hose were exactly like all others that I had seen except -- and that was a big exception -- these panty hose were completely devoid of a crotch! Although the top of the panty hose came up nearly to my navel, my cunt and ass were both totally uncovered! I was astonished at the practicality this garment offered-so much so that I began to laugh. The old lady and her assistant joined in with my laughter.

"Your reaction is perfectly in keeping with that of all the others who have tried on these panty hose for the first time. Now, you need at least a couple of new brassieres. Try this one and see if you don't agree that this is what you need."

She handed me a bra and I, unthinkingly, began to put it on. I was about a quarter into the bra when I realized that it did not have a full cup. In fact, it was a cup-less bra! It pushed my tits up and held them firmly, but it did not cover my nipples!

The assistant helped me to remove this bra and the old woman handed me yet another to try on.

"This bra is for support and display. Do you like it? It will serve you as a bra for sex wear. Now, this bra you should consider for daily wear -- even to the office. This is a half-cup bra. Notice how it gives you more support while still revealing those intriguing nipples of yours. Many of our customers have reverted to the ages-old technique of coloring their nipples so as to draw their client's attention to them. Shall I have my assistant wrap these items for you?"

"Yes, certainly, except for the panty hose and this bra. These I intend wearing home."

The old woman laughed. Then, once again, she became serious.

"Have you realized that there are two kinds of people in this world? Most of the people are aggressors whereas a lesser sized group are the submissives. By the manner in which La Minette has cast you and your friends, you are to be the submissives. Now, the world of submissives has a universal greeting all its' own. When you, as a submissive, encounter an aggressor, you greet them by saying, 'What do you desire? My mouth, my cunt or my ass? Repeat that now!"

I spoke and said, "What do you desire? My mouth, my cunt or my ass?"

"Excellent! When the time comes, I shall take your mouth."

I wasn't exactly certain of just what this portended.

"Have you ever heard of the Kegel exercises?" I nodded. 'Well, this is a Kegel exerciser. You should begin to use it at least daily."

She gestured to the assistant and she moved over in front of me and began forcing one of the largest dildos I had ever seen into my cunt! I was totally astonished. Never before had I ever been treated to such an attack while just trying on clothing. I very nearly slapped the young girl, but the old woman's voice caused me to hold off hitting her.

"Now, let me see you walk across the room. NO! Keep your hands off that dildo!"

I stood for an instant and then I decided that I would humor this old woman so I took a step forward. That damned dildo began to slip out of me at once! Three steps and it fell to the floor with a, 'plop'! I felt like a complete idiot, but neither one of the other females in the room even smiled.

"To be the best in your profession, you must strengthen your vaginal muscles! See?"

She bent down, retrieved that dildo and, with one swift movement, thrust it fully up into her cunt! This demonstration of her cuntal capacity was not all that she had in mind for she began dancing about the room -- all the while maintaining that dildo inside her cunt! She even did a high kick so as to show off the base of the dildo sticking out of her cunt.

"There are two ways in which you can strengthen those muscles and we will provide you with the equipment to use with both procedures. This is a Kegel exerciser and these are what are known as Ben Wa balls. It is exceedingly uncomfortable to sit with the Kegel exerciser in your cunt, but not so with these Ben Wa balls. They will allow you to work at your desk and squeeze your cuntal muscles at the same time. Bend over and my assistant will insert your balls for you."

I didn't stop to think. I simply bent over until my head was lower than my hips. The young girl immediately began pressing something into my cunt I counted four balls that were inserted into me. I waited for a few seconds, but she made no attempt to remove the balls from my cunt. From this, I assumed that it was intended that I, 'wear' the balls for the rest of the day. It was really strange to stand erect with four metal balls stuffed up inside my body.

"Now, stand erect! Walk about!"

I moved about the room and almost at once, I sensed a movement within my cunt.

"The balls have a smaller ball inside of them that is free to move about. It is the movements of these small balls that you are feeling. Many women wear these Ben Wa balls all day during their work schedule, but I must give you one word of warning. These balls will induce a subtle, but nonetheless, very violent orgasm. So be prepared for that occurrence and avoid shouts or screams of extreme pleasure. Do you have any questions?"

"Just one. How much will all this cost me?"

"Do not be concerned. The cost will be defrayed by the organization. However, I should caution you that there are certain hidden costs that cannot be defrayed by the organization."

"And just what might those costs be?"

"This!"

She turned to face me and pulled up her skirt revealing her hair-covered cunt. She walked over to a low bench and lay down upon it. Her knees were spread, her cunt was totally displayed and the smile on her face bore an evil element that dared me to suck her cunt. I was amazed to hear myself say,

"What do you desire? My mouth, my cunt or my ass?"

Her expression took on lewd and lascivious elements as she said, "Your mouth!"

My fetish for genitals was already exerting a steady pull upon my body and, before I was really conscious of what I was doing, I had positioned my face and mouth in line with her cunt. The young assistant gave my buttocks a gentle shove and my face was pushed up to and in touch with the old woman's cunt. She had a smell that I found to be strange. Still, it was not distasteful and my tongue shot out and began licking her cunt lips. She began juicing and, for an old woman, that was yet another surprise. In practically no time at all, my entire face from my nose to my chin was steeped in her juices. I was frantically licking at her cunt when a sudden thrust buried a cock or a dildo in my ass! I looked back over my shoulder to see the young woman gleefully pummeling my ass! The presence of the Ben Wa balls in my cunt gave me a stuffed feeling and the movements of her dildo agitated those balls such that I soon began to feel my orgasm growing larger and larger in my belly. I guess the old woman came, but I really don't know, for I was too captured by the excessive pleasures that ripped throughout my body to pay any heed to what was happening to her. The dildo exited from my ass and I rolled over onto the floor. The old woman was grinning at me with a most evil look in her eyes.

"We shall make you complete before very long!"

"What on earth does that mean? And, just who is, 'we'?"

She laughed uproariously. "Are you telling me that you have not realized that the Organization is re-shaping you into your true image?"

"I don't understand."

"Look, dearie, each of us has a basic character. When it comes to sex, most people sublimate their true character to a more, 'civilized' character. We, the Organization and the people at La Minette are attempting to bring forth your basic character traits. I was born a lesbian as was my mother and her mother before her. They both chose to follow the, 'accepted' lifestyle while I admitted to myself and the rest of the world that I was a lesbian. We have determined that your mother and her mother were both cunts and, so far, you have followed in their footsteps. Honey, you are cunt and the sooner you realize that, the happier your life will be!"

The thought of her last statement to me haunted me all the way home. Not even the presence of the Ben Wa balls could ease my concern. I was totally upset at what she had said because I couldn't make any sense out of being told that I was a cunt. Just what did that mean? I managed to get home without any difficulties and into my apartment. The first thing I did was to rid myself of those damn balls. I managed to eject them all. Then I washed them and promised myself that I would re-insert them in the morning and see what effect they would have upon my sexual senses during an ordinary working day. With a somewhat childish laugh, I put them on my dresser alongside my home-made dildo -- my hair brush.

I had a little difficulty in getting to sleep that night even though I was totally wiped out. My thoughts continued to swing back to my days in The Athena Arms. The old woman's characterization of me as a cunt started me to thinking about granny and mom and, of course old man Chenowith. As I lay there thinking about those times, I chuckled to myself when I recalled that both mom and granny always referred to old man Chenowith as that, 'horny old bastard'! And he was decidedly a horny old man. I had told Kayla about the system for the payment of all of the whores in the, 'Arms', but I had not told her the other part of that system. Old man Chenowith imposed another payment upon each of the women and girls who lived in his building. Yes, old man Chenowith owned the Athena Arms! Whenever a john was given a medicine bottle to establish his desires upon the appropriate female body, Chenowith would, from time to time, insert a white piece of blank paper in the bottle. That was the signal that he expected payment in kind from the female recipient. That night, after the work day was over, she was bound to go around to the back of the store and enter the store's back room. There, old man Chenowith would fuck her to his heart's content. Most of the other resident whores complained continuously about this added service they were expected to perform and they protested vociferously that they hated being the old man's whores, but I never heard my mother or granny offer any objections whatsoever. Of course, by the time of my deflowering, I had already visited this, 'infamous room of shame' many times, but only in the company of my mother or my granny. To say that I was intimately acquainted with what went on in that room would be something of an understatement. Then came my day-of-days! Granny and I were, 'entertaining 'a John who was under the impression that he was getting my virginity. I gave him our standard, 'virgin' performance replete with "Oooh's and Aah's and screams of pretended pain. All of this was accompanied with repeated urgings for granny to get his prick out of me because he was tearing me apart. Interspersed with my cries of simulated pain was my insisting that he was much, much too large for my little girl cunt. Every John accepted this as his due because each one of them thought that they, of all mankind, were truly too big for a young girl. All we were doing was feeding their egos. Granny and mom always insisted that their John's left us feeling that they had gotten their money's worth.

On that particular day, granny waited until the John had gone to bring in my, 'payment bottle'. Inside of it was the tell tale piece of white paper! I was being summoned to old man Chenowith's dungeon of horrors! I looked up at Granny with a weak smile upon my face for I knew what was to happen next. I got up off the bed and slipped my shag dress over my head. It was the custom in our house that, when summoned to old man Chenowith's dungeon, the pussy that was to go always wore her finest shag dress. Granny maintained that, just because a pussy was going to be shagged, there was no reason for her to look like a street whore! She was already in the bathroom running the water for my enema. This was a daily routine in our apartment for granny -- and my mother -- believed fervently that a good whore was never dirty -- inside or out. Since not one of us knew what old man Chenowith would want of my body, an enema was required -- just in case.

It was dark when I slipped out of the back door of the Athena Arms and walked over to the back door of the drug store. I knew not to hesitate so I turned the knob and opened the door. Old man Chenowith was nowhere in sight, but that didn't make any difference to me. I slid my shag dress up over my head, folded it neatly and laid it on the second chair in the room- old man Chenowith might want to sit on the other chair. Then I laid down upon the cot that he had constructed for this purpose. It had a funny shape to it and was covered with a quilted covering that made it comfortable for the female to lie upon. Some of old man Chenowith's shagging sessions lasted all night and comfort became a necessity. I couldn't help but suck in my breath when I saw him enter the room. He was naked and his prick was standing tall. He did not say a word. He pulled that other chair over next to the cot and began running his hands over my neck, my ears and my shoulders. I knew that he was attempting to relax me and it was certainly working on my senses.

Then his hands began slowly sliding further and further down over my body. I began to breathe in quick gasps as I felt my bodily excitement increasing. I stared directly into his eyes as he continued to lift my level of desire higher and higher.

"You are just like your grandmother and your mother. Most all of the other whores in my building just allow someone to use their body for the money involved, but your mother and your grandmother do it for the pleasure it gives them. They would let men shag them even if they weren't offered any money. And, you, my dear are just like them. Oh, what a wonderful whore you will make!"

I wondered to myself what old man Chenowith would say if he could have seen me this night.

His hands never left my body. They proceeded to my young-girl tits and began pulling slightly upon my nipples. I was so aroused that I was struggling to remain still upon the cot. My legs had already begun to spread of their own volition and my hips were beginning the humping motion that was the symbol of desire for being shagged. I had always been conditioned not to call out and ask the John to shag me, but, under old man Chenowith's administrations, it was damned difficult to hold in my feelings. So, when his finger slid into my pussy, I nearly exploded.

Old man Chenowith had a technique that I have never since experienced. He never thrust his fingers or his prick into me in a brutal manner, but he did insert his finger or his prick in one smooth, steady thrust.

He pulled his finger completely out of my pussy and then, with his usual smooth thrust, he ran it completely back into me! He let his finger remain totally embedded in my pussy for a significant period of time and then he completely withdrew it! For an equal amount of time, he made me lay there, vibrating with desire, and then the entire procedure was repeated. His technique brought my orgasm to a perfect peak and held it there. Somehow he knew when my orgasm began to wane for then he would repeat the whole process again. He kept me on the brink of exploding for a rather long portion of the night. Then, he let me come! I am certain that my scream of pleasure and release was heard back in the Arms building. He rose and left the room.

I was beginning to recover and I was uncertain as to what was to be demanded of me. Should I stay upon the cot or should I leave and go home? Then, when I had almost decided to leave, he re-entered the room once more. As before, his prick was rampant and this time, he, himself, got down between my legs!

Somehow, without employing his hands, he was able to align his prick with the exact center of my pussy. He began a smooth sliding movement towards my open and ready pussy. His prick entered me without any difficulty whatsoever and it did not stop penetrating into me until his pubic bone butted up against my mound. His shagging procedure was identical to his use of his fingers. His prick slid completely into my pussy, remained there for some period of time and then was completely withdrawn! He hesitated for just about the same period of time and then he pushed his prick back into my pussy with one smooth movement. As with his fingers, this interrupted shagging quickly brought me to the very brink of an orgasm, but it would not let me complete the orgasm. I hung there on the very edge of coming as my sensation of excitement grew and grew until I was certain I would burst if I didn't come -- and soon! When, finally, he allowed me to gain my release, I was like a volcano erupting. I could even feel the red hot lava coursing down through my belly and then bursting through the lips of my pussy to sweep down along the insides of my thighs! My entire world evaporated and I could not see a thing!