Eve Quest Pt. 03
Keywords: Pt., Quest, 03, Eve,
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Sometime during the night I was released. That exquisite pain at the point my limbs were release must have dulled my recollection of the events. I'm reasonably sure I was given the Toilet command and I hope I did a good job. In any event, I was still on the bathroom floor when I heard my mistresses stirring around the next morning. I got up, crawled under the covers on my bed and went to sleep.
It was nearly noon and I was off to a late start, but when I slipped into the tub my body refused to leave. Cleaned and powered and a vision in pink I whirled through my chores and was resting comfortable in my room when Jenny and Sheila got home.
Sheila found a lime green jog bra and a matching pair of long leg tights. She tossed them on the bed along with a pair of socks and baggy white shorts.
"Wear your gaff there are running shoes in the closet. We're going jogging."
This was my first time out in our neighborhood as a girl. Jogging with the girls would have been a lot of fun had it not been for the leash. It was only four blocks to the park. The weather was cool and the breeze up my shorts was a totally new sensation. The jogging path through the park was paved and bathed in the afternoon sun. It attracted a lot of our health conscious neighbors.
I expected my condition would attract a lot of attention, but the attraction was an old one, three pretty young woman. The hunks would jog past me and compliment my mistresses on her pet. Then they would ask if I did any tricks. The lack of originality was uncanny. I was mortified when Tom Pepper appeared on my left shoulder. He worked for me until I quit and lived two streets over from us. He was tan and beautiful. He apparently didn't recognize me and ran up beside Sheila.
"High, Sheila"
"Hi, Tom. What's up?"
"Everything's fine. How bout with you?"
"Excellent." Sheila said.
"What happened to Andy?"
"He left me."
Tom came to a stop, obviously stunned by the news, and then sprinted to catch Sheila. "Why?"
"I don't know. He quit his job and left me the same day."
"How strange." Tom said and then added. "What's with the girl on the leash?"
"She's my slave."
That stopped him again. When he caught us again, he said, "What do you mean slave?"
"I mean she does anything I say, anytime I say."
"Can we stop for a minute?" Tom said.
Our entourage stopped and Sheila said. "Tom this is my friend Jenny. We call our slave, Sissy. What do you want?"
"I hardly know where to start. Can we talk in private?"
"You and Jenny and I are in private."
A big fluffy cloud held us in its shadow for a few moments before Tom continued.
"I've been wanting to call you. I wasn't sure about Andy, but if he's out of the picture, well I was going to ask you out. Of course, that's before I see you out here with this." He said, pointing at me. "Are you a dyke?"
Sheila kissed Jenny carefully placing a hand on one of Jenny's breasts then said. "Sweetheart, am I a dyke?"
They both laughed and Jenny said. "I'm not sure, but I think that only applies if you wear a strap-on dildo while you're eating my pussy."
Sheila ran a single red tipped finger down Tom's chest and said, "You're real pretty so come over to our house anytime you want and I'll fuck your brains out, but don't insult Sissy."
"Why do you need a slave?" Tom asked shaking his head side to side.
"That's a good question. Let's see if I can explain it to you." Sheila looked around then offered my leash to Tom. "Take Sissy over to that little clump of bushes and she'll explain it to your dick."
"No fucking way."
"Sissy, take your teeth out and show Tom your tongue." As I did, she rubbed Tom's crotch.
"You bitches are sick." He shouted as he ran down the path in the opposite direction.
I put my teeth back in and we finished our run with only an occasional catcall.
When we got home I cleaned up, put my uniform on and made dinner. After dinner I cleaned the table and did the dishes while Sheila and Jenny got a bath. They emerged wearing cut-offs, tanks and flip-flops.
"Let's go for a little ride." Jenny said, snapping my leash in place.
We drove downtown and cruised the Fourth Street area. There were a lot of girls and guys offering their wears. The storefronts were bright with neon and as seductive as a siren's song. We pulled up in front of Tammy's Video Arcade, Sheila handed me an envelope and told me to give it to the man behind the counter. It was only a short walk, but I was in a pink maid's outfit. Of course, this was the red light district, and I probably looked more normal than most so I got out.
The young man behind the counter smiled, accepted the envelope, opened it and went about the store collecting items. When he returned he had:
Two hot pink dildos (approximately
8"long and 6" around)
Three butt plugs:
Large (pink)
Ex-large (purple)
Monster (black)
He laid the items on the counter. Every guy in the place was looking at me. "Do you need anything else, little lady?"
Little lady, I thought, but I said. "No thank you."
He rang up the items, made change from money in the envelope and put everything in a plain black sack. Then he handed me a note that said I would give him a blowjob. I put my teeth in the bag, went behind the counter, got on my knees and unzipped his pants. My only thought was to get it over. Everybody in the store and everyone walking by could see me. That included Sheila, Jenny and any cops that might wander by.
When I got his dick out I changed my mind. It was thick at the base, uncircumcised and had a very small head. It resembled an ice cream cone with the point toward my mouth. I unbuckled his pants, and pulled pants and shorts down so I could get a better look. His big balls hung down in a long sack. I picked one up and put it in my mouth. The cone stiffened. I dropped the balls and slide the cone into my mouth. He responded to my tongue and ball, but I already had my nose in his pubic hair. It was a strange feeling as I withdrew. I sucked back and forth a few times. When he put his hands on my head I slipped I frosted pink finger into his ass and he came. It wasn't a flood but I had to swallow twice to get it all down. The flavor was fabulous.
I left him standing there with his pants around his ankles, picked up my bag of goodies and ran to the car. As I got to the car, Sheila kept pulling forward a few car lengths at a time. I was running as fast as I could in my heels. Jenny was laughing and waving and then they were gone.
Standing in the middle of the street I jumped up and down in absolute rage, followed quickly by stark terror, followed by tears. In retrospect there may have been some humor. A transvestite jumping up and down in the middle of the road on Fourth Street dressed in a pink maid's outfit. It was a very bad area. Several store fronts were boarded up, others had iron bars in their windows and doors. Two winos were huddled by a short brick wall sucking on paper sacks. The traffic cruised by slowly. I felt like a porterhouse steak at the dog pound.
I needed a Kleenex and some pants or even a skirt and a plan. My first thought was that it was a prank; they'd be right back. I walked back up the street and stood by the video store. I thought the cap looked stupid, as if the rest of the outfit didn't, so I took it off and put it in my sack. I put my teeth in and stood quietly next to the building avoiding eye contact with passers by. I didn't have a watch so I had no sense of time, but I became convinced they weren't coming back.
My next thought was a taxi. I needed some money. There was money in the bag. It turned out I had forty-three dollars and some change. I needed a phone. I knew the video shop was a bad idea. There was a well-lit convenience store at the end of the block. I decided to try it. The attendant was behind a bulletproof glass partition. He wouldn't call a cab, didn't have a phone book and wouldn't give me any change unless I bought something. I hadn't smoked in six years, but I bought a pack of cigarettes, a lighter and a cup of coffee. I walked outside, lit a cigarette and called information. I didn't have anything to write with, but the operator dialed the number for me. They said there would be a cab in twenty minutes. I leaned against the wall, smoked my cig and drank my coffee. It ran through my mind that a lit cigarette was a weapon of sorts.
A car with three young men pulled up and asked me what I was doing. I said I was waiting on a ride. The driver got out, walked over and stood within inches of me. He hooked a finger in one of the D-rings on my collar held a hand on his crouch and said, "I'll give you a ride."
I took a drag on my cigarette and it came to me. I whispered. "I'm a vice cop you dip shit. Slip me twenty bucks, get in you car and get."
He stepped back, looked around and reached for his wallet. He handed me a twenty-dollar bill, I kissed him and he hauled ass. I'm amazed my heart didn't burst, but I'd pulled it off. The cab arrived a few minutes later and took me home. The meter read eighteen dollars and seventy-five cents. I gave the driver my friends twenty and the rest of the cigarettes.
Mistress Sheila answered the door with a scowl, "What the hell happened to you?"
I couldn't believe my ears, but I decided I better play along. "I got lost, Mistress. I'm sorry."
"How'd you get home?"
"I took a cab."
She took the bag out of my hand and looked inside. "If you spent any of my money because of your stupidity, I'll take it out of your ass."
"Just some cigarettes, Ma'am. I bought him some cigarettes."
"More likely you sucked his dick you little nympho. You every heard of AIDS? If you introduce AIDS into this family you're dead."
"I promise I didn't touch him."
"Go to your room and get ready for bed. I'll be there in a minute."
I put my uniform up and rinsed my underwear. I removed my tampon, put on a gown and cupped my sensitive little breasts in the soft soothing material. I had a handful on both sides. In addition to the implants, I was sure they were growing.
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Keywords: Pt., Quest, 03, Eve,