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Subject: {ASSM} Sharon Becomes A Whore (mf, ff, transform, inc, slut, drug)
Date: Sun, 11 Nov 2001 18:10:15 -0500
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Sharon and her Friends Become Whores

This story has been extracted from the interactive fiction Addventure hosted 
by www.bearchive.com. It has a variety of authors of whom I am one. I have 
performed only minor editing on this story to make it available for release 
as a story. As co-author and editor, I am making this work of fiction 
available, although I have been unable to secure the consent of all authors. 
This is one of a series of such stories I am editing and releasing. Please 
note that this is a vignette without a clear end. It is my hope that you 
will offer your own ending by visiting the BEArchive. Like Drugs R Us, this 
story is written entirely by GhostHand and me.

-- Raoul Duke

The thought of having to buy his prudish girlfriend Sharon another expensive 
birthday gift had made up Jim's mind. He was breaking up with her. Now that 
he had decided to do so, he felt happy with the decision -- clear. He 
continued surfing the net as it dawned on him that Sharon's birthday was not 
the best place to do it.

It was then that he found the Mad Scientists' Webring. And in minutes, he 
had a much better idea than a breakup.

Quickly he clicked the List Next Five to see what was available.

Looking at the choices, he decided to click on New U Salon, Products For A 
New Millenia

Jim opened the New U Salon Online link.

Welcome to the New U Salon. Specializing in bringing out a whole new U.

"Well, this looks interesting." He said as he looked over the various 
products.

Bimbo blond wash, a must for the blond airhead look.

Our very own patented normalizing fluid, guaranteed to help the under 
endowed to fill out to our normal proportions.

Powdered influence drink, just a little and your word becomes law.

Or you may want to try one of our package deals. They include a full make 
over kit with all accessories to go with it.

We also have many other new and experimental products on the next page.

Jim decides to check out the new and experimental products.

It's one of those goddamn advertizing links, Jim realized as his browser 
loaded a page from the BEAmway.com domain. However, Jim's disappointment 
soon dissipated as he read the list of products offered for online ordering:

"Highschool Bimbo Cheerleader Gum" available in grape, cherry, bubblegum, 
guava and banana. "Cokewhore Clubgirl Lipgloss" available in crimson, pink, 
hot pink, ultra hot pink and metalic red. "Nympho Streetwalker Eyeshadow" 
available in pink, blue, indigo and fluorescent blue. "Insatiable Hardbody 
Gym Girl Nutribars" available in blueberry, raisin and oatmeal-lemon. 
"Drunken Slut Party Girl Beer" available in dark ale, pale ale, lager, 
pilsner, stout and bitter. "Rich Eurotrash Slut" martini glasses.

Jim was very impressed by the selection. He noted a disclaimer noting that 
these products were being purchased through one of BEAmway's "marketers" and 
not directly through the corporation.

Jim looked at the eyeshadow with an evil smile. The thought of turning his 
girlfriend into a whore excited him. He loved the idea of the uptight 
somewhat frigid Sharon out on the streets turning tricks for him. What she 
would learn out there was more valuable to him than anything she would learn 
in the law school that she was planning to attend next year. Plus with her 
working the streets that left him free to chase other women.

As he looked them over he found that each one came in quads. Even still they 
were only ten dollars apiece so he decided to buy one of each of them. He 
chose rush delivery and was surprised when the door bell rang as soon as he 
pressed the button.

When he opened the door he laughed evilly as he found a small gift bag on 
the front step with his purchase inside. He closed the door and retreated 
back to his computer.

He decides to add some other things to Sharon's gift.

The web site promised delivery by 5pm but Jim found himself skeptical -- how 
could a product that only cost $10 possibly offer same-day delivery for an 
internet order? Regardless, Jim knew it wouldn't do to have Sharon receive 
nothing but this disturbing brand of loudly-coloured eye makeup. He decided 
to head out and pick up some other products to make up a makeup kit, of 
which the eyeshadow assortment would be only one item.

It was considerably later in the day when Jim returned home from the mall. 
He had been to the counters for Revlon, Versace and a whole constellation of 
makeup companies, but admittedly, most of his time had been spent at the 
computer store, looking over new games.

When Jim arrived home, the package of makeup had already been delivered.

Jim picked up the package and headed on inside. As he checked it he found 
all the eyeshadow inside.

`Wait a minute!' He thought. `If this is the eyeshadow, then what was in the 
bag I received earlier?'

He rushed upstairs to check the other bag. Inside he found a tube of 
lipstick and a small note.

`Thank you for browsing our new web site.' The note began. `This is a 
complimentary gift for stopping by and to demonstrate one of our latest 
products. It is called, `Cock Sucker Red' Lipstick. Our new C. S. lipstick 
is guaranteed to give the woman in your life a craving for your love tool. 
(P. S. And as you can see, when we say instant delivery, WE MEAN INSTANT!)'

It was signed at the bottom, `New `U' Salon.com'

Jim pulled the lipstick out of the bag and looked it over. It was an average 
looking tube. The only marking on it was a small label on the bottom that 
read `C. S. Red' by New `U' Cosmetics. When he pulled the top off he saw 
that it was a bright slutty red.

`This ought to go well with the other stuff.' He thought as he pulled the 
lipstick out of the bag that he had bought and replaced it with this one. He 
then got ready for Sharon's party.

When Jim arrived he found that he was the only person there. He had been so 
involved with Sharon's present, he hadn't looked at the clock properly. He 
was early. Oh well. The better to try out his special gift.

"Happy birthday," Jim said, handing Sharon the bag.

Somehow Sharon managed to force a smile as she looked over her gift. 
"Makeup. How nice. And such interesting shades."

"I knew you would like it," Jim said, grinning. "Why don't you try it on?"

"Oh, the other guests will start arriving soon. And I'm not sure if any of 
this matches my outfit."

"Just try the lipstick," Jim suggested.

In her mind, Sharon sighed. "Okay. I'll need a mirror. I'll be back in a 
minute." Sharon took the bag to the bathroom and closed the door. What 
terrible shades! Jim meant well, but Sharon knew she'd look just awful 
wearing the stuff Jim bought her. But he would be expecting her to come out 
wearing lipstick, so to avoid disappointing him, she put on the C.S. 
lipstick and the "Street Passion" eyeshadow, hoping to have time to remove 
it again before the guests arrive. But once it was on...

Sharon took a deep breath and sighed. `Oh well, I might as well get this 
over so I can get cleaned up before anyone else shows up.' She thought.

She pulled the C. S. red lipstick out and carefully applied a coat to her 
lips. A tingle flashed through her body.

`Wow!' she thought. `I've never felt like that just from putting on 
lipstick!' she looked at her red lips and decided that it wasn't that bad of 
a color. She placed the tube back up to her lips and smeared on another 
heavier coat.

She licked her lips and puckered to herself in the mirror. `I bet Jim's cock 
would look great between these babies!' She thought. `Let's see what else he 
got me.'

She rummaged around in the bag of makeup and pulled out the fluorescent blue 
Street Passion eyeshadow. `Jim will love this!' She thought as she opened 
the case and began to apply the shadow. She felt herself getting hotter and 
hotter as she applied the shadow.

She looked in the mirror when she had finished. `Not bad, girlfriend,' She 
thought. `just a little bit of touch-up and I should look perfect!'

She went back to the bag and pulled out some of the other items. Soon she 
had a heavy coat of mascara and eyeliner around her eyes and her cheeks were 
a nice rosy blush.

`Damn girlfriend,' she thought to herself as she stood there with one hand 
on her hip. `with a face like that you should be charging for it!'

She frowned as she looked away from her face to her brown hair. `Got to do 
something with this though.' She then got out her hair spray and teased her 
hair up into a wild `big-hair' style.

`Well, that's the best I can do with it for now.' She told herself. `Maybe 
later I can get it bleached or something. But right now, these clothes have 
to go. I can't go around wearing these drab thing looking as fine as I do 
now!'

She went in to her room and started digging through her clothes for 
something nice to wear to the party. Nothing there seemed to be any good to 
her now until she remembered the sexy little outfit Jim had bought her 
several months ago. She reached into the back of her closet and pulled it 
out.

`I don't know why I would pitch such a great outfit in the back of my 
closet.' She thought as she held up the little black halter-top and 
miniskirt. `This is way better than all that other trash in here!'

She quickly removed her flowered dress and slipped into the skimpy outfit. 
After she had dug a pair of five-inch spiked heel pumps out of the closet, 
(another gift from Jim that had gone unused.) she was ready to show off to 
Jim. (And maybe if she was lucky get to suck his cock before anyone else 
showed up)

She stopped to admire herself in the hall mirror. `Damn girl! You are one 
hot little bitch!' She though with a wicked grin. Visions of herself walking 
the streets and turning tricks played in her mind. And it was making her 
very, very horny! `I wonder if Jim would still love me if I decided to 
become a street whore?'

She turned and strutted out to the living room.

All her friends were there waiting for her.

Jim had his back to the stairs. "I don't know what could be taking her so 
long but it's her birthday and I don't want to go up and bother her."

A hush descended over Sharon's half dozen girlfriends and brother. Throats 
were cleared; Jim realized that they were all staring at some point behind 
and above his head. He turned around and almost jumped back as he saw 
Sharon's new appearance.

"Sh-sharon," Jim said, "why are you wearing that? I thought you were only 
going to wear that in... er... private."

"C'mon Jim," Sharon said. "It's my birthday. I wanna loosen up!"

People uneasily began coming over and wishing Sharon "happy birthday."

Sharon pulled Jim into the kitchen and asked him to fuck her.

"Jim, Can I see you in the kitchen for a minute baby?" Sharon cooed. She 
turned to the rest of the guests. "We'll be right back."

Once in the kitchen Sharon pulled Jim close and kissed him hard. "I need you 
bad baby!" She whispered in his ear as her hands ran down the front of him 
and started to undo his pants.

"But your friends are in the other room!" He protested.

"Fuck them!" She replied as she knelt down and slipped her red lips around 
his cock. Jim leaned back against the table as she started bobbing up and 
down on his meat like a woman possessed. Jim was just about to cum when 
Sharon pulled off him.

"What did you stop for?" He cried quietly.

"As much as I would love to have your hot man juice flowing down my throat, 
I really need you in here!" She replied as she pulled her mini up to expose 
her dripping wet snatch. Jim smiled and laid her back onto the table. He 
plunged his cock deep into her pussy hard and started fucking her.

Sharon squirmed around on the table like a wild animal. She bit down hard on 
one of her fingers to stifle her moans of ecstasy.

Jim held on tight and continued to pump harder and harder until he brought 
her to an orgasm. As Sharon came she sat up and grabbed a hold of him, 
digging her fingernails into his back. She sank her teeth into his shoulder 
to keep from screaming out loud.

Sharon's pussy contracted back and forth as wave after wave of orgasms 
washed over her body causing Jim to release his load.

Spent Jim collapsed into a chair as he finally pried himself from Sharon's 
grasp. After he caught his breath he reached into his pocket and lit a 
cigarette. He knew that Sharon didn't like for him to smoke in the house but 
right now he needed it.

Sharon laid on the table gasping for air. She looked over and giggled as she 
saw the thin trickle of blood running down his shoulder from where she bit 
him. She knew his back probably wasn't in any better shape.

She sat up and snagged the cigarette out of his mouth. Jim was ready for her 
to holler at him for smoking in the house when she surprised him by placing 
it between her lips and taking a deep drag.

She blew out a long steam of smoke and smiled. "Sorry baby, but I just had 
to do that." She said as she took another drag. "I don't know what's wrong 
with me but every since I put on that new makeup you bought me I've been 
hornier than hell."

Jim realized she wasn't going to give him back his cigarette so he lit 
another. "That's ok." He told her with a grin. "Any time you want to do that 
just ask!"

Sharon laughed. "I figured you'd be up to it! God! I feel like such a 
whore!" She grinned wickedly and leaned closer.

"And you know what?" She whispered in his ear. "I don't know why but I love 
it!"

As Jim and Sharon emerged from the kitchen, it soon became apparent that 
they had had very attentive listeners during their spontaneous sexual 
congress. The guests averted their eyes or winked salaciously.

Meanwhile, Sharon was finding that she couldn't really get her mind off what 
she had just been up to. Soon, she found herself describing her actions in a 
stage whisper first to her friend Erin and soon to all of the guests while 
Jim was in the bathroom.

"I don't know about this," Erin offered after Sharon had provided far too 
much detail of warm, gushing swirling fluids than anyone felt comfortable 
with.

"Come on Erin!" The other guests heard Sharon whisper to her best friend.

"But Sharon..." Erin whispered back pleadingly.

"It's my party. And I really, really want you to!"

"Ok!" Erin finally sighed. "But you know I'm doing this under protest!"

The two turned and walked into Sharon's bedroom.

Moments later, Erin emerged from the bedroom with Sharon, a fresh coat of 
lipstick on her lips. She licked them sensuously before addressing the other 
guests. "Now does this not make me look like a slut?" she asked the room in 
general.

Sharon's sister Lisa agreed immediately. The was a murmur of uncomfortable 
general assent around the room. Sharon's brother slipped out the door, his 
erection plaguing his conscience.

"It's weird," Erin said, after a momentary pause. "But I feel slutty, too. 
And horny. She began undoing buttons on her blouse as she offered the 
lipstick to Lisa. "You should try this," she said.

The other two girlfriends hastily departed before things got any weirder.

"Look if you two are going to play these games, I'm out of here." One of 
Sharon's other friends said. She turned and headed for the door. The other 
two followed her out sheepishly. Lisa just shook her head.

"You two are deranged." She told her sister. "I'm going to go stay at 
Amber's tonight."

She pushed a giggling Erin aside and headed to her room to pack a bag.

Jim sat back and watched in amusement as Sharon leaned over and caressed 
Erin's tit while whispering something in her ear.

The redhead giggled loudly. "You are soo bad!" Erin said.

"Want to?" Sharon smiled.

"Ok, let's go!" Erin replied as the two ducked back into her bedroom. A 
while later they emerged. Erin was done up in the same slutty way as Sharon 
and Jim could see that she now was wearing the Street Passion eyeshadow as 
well.

Sharon walked over to Jim. "Me `n' Erin are going to go out for a while 
baby." She told him coyly as she slipped a cigarette out of his pocket. "If 
you're here when we get back, and in bed and naked, you may just get a 
little surprise."

She then lit the cigarette and headed out the door with Erin.

Jim had a pretty good idea of where the girls might be going, especially 
when he noticed that the makeup had disappeared along with them. More 
curious than concerned, Jim's curiosity got the better of him. He climbed 
into his car and headed down to the local streetwalker stroll.

Sure enough, Sharon and Erin had already arrived on the notorious downtown 
street. Jim had parked a few blocks away and had walked to the block on 
which he had found them. He arrived just in time to see Sharon and Erin 
talking to a man who appeared to be a pimp.

Jim saw the two talking to a large man outside of one of the downtown motels 
that many of the street whores used. A few minutes later he saw the three 
disappear into the hotel.

`Damn!' He thought. He would have followed them but the two large burly 
enforcers standing outside the building changed his mind before he even 
tried it. He watched until he saw a light come on in the top floor window.

He rushed back to his car and got his electronic ear. Hiding in the shadows 
of an alley he tuned it in just in time to hear...

"Oh yeah baby! You definitely have the job! Both of you!"

"Now here's the deal: it $200 per girl hour, double if there's anal. You two 
make a great package so you'll get the corner of Main and 8th. I want you 
two together, kissin', feelin' eachother up, yeah, just like that girls. I 
want guys to know you're ready to go. I specially want you to be there at 
3am when the bars let out so you'll be ready for all the drunk club guys."

There was a longish pause.

"Whoah, lay of, girls. You can suck my cock after I finish tellin' you the 
rules.... I mean it, quit it bitch!... So like I was saying, I want $150 for 
every $200 you make and for that you'll get a room here for your tricks and 
to sleep in, and all the smack and coke you want."

There was another pause.

"Yeah, now bitch. I want you to suck it now!"

The conversation devolved into grunts and moans with a sloppy sucking sound 
in the background. Jim shut the electronic ear off and faded back into the 
alley.

"How could I be so stupid!" He chastised himself as he banged his head 
against the wall. "I should never have let those two out of the house!"

"That should be me up there getting my brains fucked out by those two 
whores! And it should be me getting a hundred and fifty an hour for them, 
not that fucking oversize gorilla!"

He stood there and calmed down. He needed to clear his head so he could 
figure out a way to turn this loss into a gain. Finally he came upon an 
idea. Whether it was a good on or not only time would tell.

He decided to go back to Sharon's and wait for them to come home. He would 
tell them he wasn't going to let them work for the pimp; they were going to 
work for him.

It was about 9:30am when Jim finally heard the girls returning. They were 
stumbling and cursing, knocking over furniture. It sounded like they were 
drunk and on drugs.

"What are we getting here?" Erin called to Sharon.

"Shit, I forget," Sharon replied.

There was a crashing noise.

"Hey, let me help you up," Sharon said.

Jim heard a series of loud moans.

Dressed in his bathrobe, Jim came into the living room to find a 
half-dressed Erin making out with a still-dressed Sharon on the living room 
floor.

"Jim," Sharon said, "I kinda made this deal..."

"I know." Jim said cutting her off. "I always thought you were smarter than 
that Sharon. That pimp is only going to use you and then throw you two away 
when he gets done."

"So you were following me." Sharon replied. "Well, you know it's all your 
fault. You knew that makeup would turn me into a whore, so don't go getting 
all moral on me when I decide to go looking for someone to protect me on the 
streets."

"Ok fine, yes I did give you the makeup that made you a whore on purpose." 
He admitted. "But I didn't want you to go running to some sleaze ball pimp 
who's going to make you a drugged up whore who he can take advantage of and 
rob you blind! He's going to take three quarters of your money and 
completely fuck you up! Don't you think there's something wrong with that 
picture!"

Sharon bowed her head. She knew Jim was right.

Jim knelt down beside her. "Come on Sharon, I know your smarter than that." 
He said as he cupped her head in his hand. "Forget about him. I'll take care 
of you and make sure your safe." Sharon agreed.

But Jim still felt kind of insecure. Somehow, he didn't trust Sharon in 
quite the same way that he had before. Her behaviour had gotten under his 
skin. He had imagined that the eyeshadow would give him more control over 
her, not less. Noticing that Sharon and Erin's makeup looked rather smudged 
and faded, Jim had an idea.

A few minutes later, Jim returned from Sharon's bedroom to where the two 
girls were still haphazardly making out on the floor and presented an 
unopened contained of eye shadow. The girls had started with indigo. 
Somehow, Jim thought, I have the feeling that pink might have a different 
effect.

He produced another product he had ordered online last night.

Although he was interested in seeing what a different shade of shadow would 
do to them he realized he had to make sure they were fully his. Before he 
handed them the shadow he pulled out the press on tattoos he had purchased 
through Whores'R'Us.com last night.

"Ok girls, you said that you would be willing to work for me so, I want you 
to wear this." He told them.

They stopped and looked up at him. He handed each of them one of the 
tattoos. Sharon strained her eyes to look through the wax paper backing to 
read: This whore is the personal property of Jim Russell.

Sharon looked at Jim. "This is so clich , Jim." She said.

Erin giggled. "I think it's kinky!"

"Well if you want me to take you seriously when you say you're not going to 
go running back to that sleaze ball pimp then you're going to have to do 
this." He told her sternly. "I want everyone to know your mine."

Erin agreed readily but Sharon took some convincing. Soon both of them were 
kneeling on their hands and knees on the bed with their asses in the air. 
Jim pealed the paper of the front and carefully placed the tattoo on their 
asses. He watched as the magic caused the tattoos glowed. Sharon and Erin 
felt their minds shift. When the paper fell off the fresh, permanent, 
tattoos they were completely devoted to their new pimp... Jim.

"So girls," Jim said, instructing his girls for the first time since the 
tatoos were affixed. "I'd like you two to do eachother's makeup."

"Can we do eachother's anything else?" Erin asked, winking at Sharon.

"Only after the makeup is done. And from now on, there's no need for you two 
to be dressed while you're in this house." "What about when my parents get 
back from their holiday?" Sharon asked.

"We'll deal with that later," Jim said, making a mental note to rent Risky 
Business when he had a chance.

Soon naked, the two girls proceeded hand in hand to the bathroom where Jim 
gave Sharon the fluorescent blue to put on Erin while he gave Erin the pink 
to put on Sharon's eyelids. He debated whether or not to give either of them 
the PL Red shade of lipstick or whether to stick with the CS Red for now.

It turned out that the shades indicated what type of whore they become.

After some testing Jim found that their personalities changed as they tried 
the different shades.

The indigo turned out to make them the die-hard street whore types. They 
were familiar with the streets and all the ups and downs of their 
profession. As he had already seen they knew they needed protection and 
mainly though about the job.

The pink caused them to turn into airheads. Not so much as to reduce their 
intelligence but they just didn't care about what was going on around them. 
They only wanted to fuck and party.

The fluorescent colors made them wild. They were up for almost anything that 
a girl and a guy, or group of guys could think up. Gang bangs and orgies 
were tops on their list of fun things to do.

The blue was definitely for fetishes. With this shade on he found that 
regular sex was too bland for their tastes. They preferred things like 
bondage and S&M. Jim almost freaked as Sharon, who had been the test subject 
for that shade, started talking about how she would love to try a big 
horse's dick up her ass.

Jim also found, luckily for him, that they remained in the frame of mind 
that the last shade of eyeshadow left them in. He found this out after one 
of the girls scrubbed her face off to try another shade and they didn't 
freak out with him for what he had been doing to them.

While this was going on Sharon's sister Lisa came home.

When Lisa came in the front door, the girls were upstairs in the washroom. 
Sharon, wearing pink was sitting on the counter playing with her tits and 
giggling at her reflection in the mirror while Erin, wearing fluorescent 
blue was shaving her friend's pussy.

"You're going to have to eat me out to thank me for his," Erin said.

"Cool," Sharon said, punctuated with a giggle.

"What's that noise?" Erin said.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Lisa was saying, "Well if she's not here, I'll just 
sit here and wait." She had heard muffled voices upstairs; it was time to 
get to the bottom of things.

Jim thought frantically about what to do. He decided to go upstairs and 
convince Erin and Sharon to help him put some makeup on Lisa.

Thinking quickly, Jim turned to Lisa. "Ok look, Sharon had a little too much 
to drink last night and right now she's in the bathroom." He told her. "Let 
me go up and see if she's out yet."

Lisa eyed him suspiciously. "Ok, but if you aren't down here in two minutes 
I'm coming up there to see what's wrong with my sister!" After last night 
she thought that he had drugged up her sister and was starting to worry for 
her safety.

Jim practically ran up the stairs. Several minutes later Lisa was starting 
up the stairs when he reappeared.

"She's out of the bathroom now." He told her in mock concern. "I got her to 
lay down in her room."

Lisa snorted in contempt and pushed past him. She knocked lightly on the 
door as she opened it.

"Sharon? Are you ok?" She asked as she walked over to the bed. All that was 
showing was the back of her head. She reached out and touched her shoulder 
when Sharon suddenly turned over.

"Surprise!" Sharon giggled as Erin grabbed Lisa from behind. Erin had taken 
the time to change her eyeshadow to the blue to `help her get in the mood'.

"Hey!" Lisa screamed. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Erin just ignored her as she wrestled her down to the bed. Jim, watching 
from the doorway, was amazed at how well Erin manhandled Lisa. Especially 
since Lisa out weighed her by at least twenty pounds.

"Get me those panty hose!" Erin commanded the giggling Sharon. Soon, and 
with only a little help from Sharon, she had Lisa tightly tied spread eagle 
on the bed.

She stood and tossed her long red hair over her shoulder. "There bitch, that 
ought to hold you!"

Lisa struggled in her bonds. She looked over and saw Jim standing in the 
doorway grinning.

"What did you do to them you bastard?" She screamed at him.

"You're about to find out." He replied ominously with an evil smile on his 
face.

Erin pulled out the pocket knife that Jim had gave her and looked menacingly 
at Lisa as she move close.

"Let's get those clothes off you and see if you're a natural blond." She 
laughed as she started to cut Lisa's skirt to ribbons.

"I already know!" Sharon giggled from the foot of the bed. Her eyes were 
wide and full of excitement as Erin slipped the knife under the edges of the 
panties and sliced them off.

"And the answer is..." Erin teased as she yanked the panties off Lisa's dark 
brown bush.

"Not!" Sharon finished and broke out in a fit of giggles.

"You fucking cunt!" Lisa screamed. "I'm going to get you for this!"

"And my little dog too?" Erin asked wickedly.

"Here your panties back." She told her as she balled them up and shoved them 
in Lisa's mouth. "Now shut the fuck up!"

She ignored Lisa's muffled screams as she turned to Sharon. "Look Sharon." 
She said pointing to Lisa's crouch. "Pussy!"

"Ooh, I always wondered what you tasted like sis!" Sharon cooed as she 
crawled up between her sister's legs.

Erin continued to cut as Sharon dove into her sister's pussy and started 
licking away. After she had sliced away her sweater and bra she reached down 
and squeezed Lisa's large round D cup tits roughly.

"Well, at least these are real." She commented smugly as Lisa squirmed 
around trying to get away from the two whores raping her.

Once her clothes were in shreds around her, Erin pulled up her skirt and 
climbed onto the bed. Lisa's eyes widened in terror as Erin positioned her 
red furred pussy directly over her face.

Erin reached down with one hand and grabbed Lisa by the hair as her other 
hand removed the panties. "You bit me bitch and I'll rip ever one of you 
blond hairs out by their dark roots!" She hissed as she lowered her pussy 
down on Lisa's face.

"Now lick!" She ordered as she ground her wet pussy into her face. Lisa let 
out a muffled plea to which Erin reached back and twisted one of her tits 
hard.

"I said lick!" Erin growled as Lisa squealed in pain. With no other option 
Lisa pressed her tongue into Erin's pussy and started to lick.

Erin threw her head back and rode Lisa's face moaning in pleasure as her 
juices dribbled down Lisa's cheeks.

"Oh yeah!" She cried as she came all over Lisa's face. She flopped back off 
her and almost hit Sharon who was still lapping at her sister's cunt. Sharon 
raised up to see what was going on.

"Your sister is one hell of a face fuck!" Erin told her with a smirk.

"Really?" Sharon giggled. "I need to try it!"

"Later!" Erin replied as she shoved her head back down. "I have some other 
business to take care of first."

She then crawled around and sat on the side of the bed. She reached over and 
grabbed Lisa by the jaw turning her head towards her.

"Aw, looks like I messed your makeup all up." She said as she wiped her cum 
off Lisa's face with a sheet. "I just have to fix it for you."

"Please, no more." Lisa cried as Erin reached for a tube of lipstick on the 
nightstand.

"Don't worry honey." She told her as she turned the tube to expose the 
bright red cursed lipstick. "This won't hurt you a bit."

"But I'll tell you what." She said as she smeared another thick coat of it 
on her own lips. "I do you a favor and tell you what this wonderful make up 
does. That way, unlike Sharon and me, you'll know exactly what it does to 
you before it transforms you."

"This lipstick here will give you a strong urge to have a nice tasty cock 
between you lips." She explained as she waved it in front of her horrified 
victim. "Just the thought of it will make you panties wet with excitement."

Erin reached down and grabbed Lisa once again by the jaw. "Now pucker up 
baby!" She said as she pinched the sides of her mouth and began to smear the 
lipstick onto her puckered lips.

Lisa felt a shiver pass through her body as Erin coated her lips with the CS 
red lipstick. As hard as she tried she couldn't stop the visions of huge 
hard cocks slipping in and out of her mouth out of her head.

"There." "Erin said evilly. "That's better. And now for the good part!"

"No more!" Lisa pleaded again as she licked her lips. As much as she tried 
to deny it she wanted a cock in her mouth, badly.

"Well honey, with that lovely shade of lipstick you really need some nice 
slutty eyeshadow to go with it!" Erin teased as she held up one of the 
eyeshadow cases.

"Street Passion, the kind used by more street whores than all the rest!" She 
said in a mock commercial voice.

"And do you know why that is honey?" She asked the terrified cock hungry 
Lisa. "Because it's magical. When I put this on you, it will transform you 
into a nasty street whore! Are you ready?"

"No!" Lisa cried as she tried to twist away from her. "I don't want to be a 
whore like you!"

"Oh don't worry honey." Erin replied as she loaded the applicator down with 
the shadow and sat the case down. "You won't be a whore like me, your going 
to be an air headed one like your sister is right now!"

Erin calmed almost immediately as Erin smeared the glittery pink powder over 
her eyelid. A smile slowly formed on her face as Erin moved on to the other 
one.

"That tickles!" Lisa giggled as she started to gyrate her hips to her 
sister's slow ministrations of her pussy.

Sharon looked up a giggled too. "I think I struck water!" She giggled as she 
licked some of Lisa's pussy juices off her chin and then dove back in.

"One last thing." Erin said as she pulled a press on tattoo off the roll of 
them that Jim had bought. "Get up for a second Sharon."

"Aw, don't stop!" Lisa pleaded as Sharon got up and Erin rolled her over on 
her side.

"This won't take long." Erin told her as she placed the Tattoo on her ass 
and rubbed it in. When the wax paper fell off Lisa looked up at Erin with a 
smile.

"Am I a whore now?" Lisa giggled.

"Yes my little slut, you are now a whore." Erin said with satisfaction.

"And a sister-fucker," Sharon said with considerable delight.

Lisa looked confused. "Is that, like, okay?" she asked breathily.

"Oh yeah," Sharon said, the blue eye makeup working its magic, "it's totally 
kinky. We should put on special sister shows -- for money. Lots of people 
get turned on by incest."

"Do I?" Lisa asked. In response, Sharon thrust her cunt into her sister's 
face.

"Oh yeah," Sharon responded as her sister began eating her.

"I need cock," said Erin as the sisters devolved into a '69.

"That's good," Jim said, "you three have spent all this time playing with 
eachother and you haven't made me a red cent. You need to get downtown and 
start selling that nice ass." He slapped her bare ass for emphasis.

A sigh of sexual pleasure came from Erin's lips. Inspired, Jim spoke again, 
"And you can only make money from your ass. Everything with your mouth and 
cunt will be a freebie; you will only charge for butt-fucking and spankings 
you receive."

Erin pulled on the sluttiest clothes she could find and headed downtown.

Before Erin left he had her put on the Fluorescent Blue eyeshadow. He liked 
her better as a wild whore. He then tossed the indigo color to Sharon and 
told her to put it on. He figured he would need at least one of his whores 
to be able to keep a clear head and give him advice on what to do with his 
other girls. He left Lisa as she was. He liked the change in Sharon's bitchy 
little sister.

"Ok you two." He told them. "Sharon, I want you to take you credit card and 
go get you and your sister a makeover and some new clothes." Erin, he 
thought, always was sexier that Sharon and her sister. She looked fine with 
a little makeup and some more revealing clothes, but these two needed a 
little more work to make them the hot little whore he wanted them to be.

"Ok baby." Sharon cooed as she and Lisa got dressed and headed out. Once 
they left Jim sat down at her computer and got to work.

"And that's all I have to do?" Erin asked excitedly.

The man gulped somehow he hadn't expected it to be so easy.

"Yes. And you have to let me film it."

Erin squealed with glee. "Can I take a tape home for Jim?" she asked.

"Sh-sure," the man responded.

Erin couldn't believe how lucky she was to be a whore. This man was paying 
her $2000 to eat his drugged daughter's pussy while a doberman fucked her 
from behind and on top of that, she was getting a free tape of it! Erin 
slipped her hand down below her waistband and began running a finger between 
her slick folds. And this was just the beginning.

Early the next morning, Erin returned to Jim's with two videotapes. She was 
staggering a little as she collapsed onto the sofa and passed out.

Erin awoke to Sharon licking her pussy while Lisa was gently nibbling on one 
of her nipples. In the background she could her herself on the TV as she was 
taking it up her ass from the Doberman. A wide smile crossed her face as she 
ground her pussy deeper into Sharon's face.

When she finally came she opened her eye and looked down at two platinum 
blondes below her. Jim was sitting across the room dividing his attention 
from what was happening on the couch and the TV.

"Ah, I see sleeping beauty awakes." He smiled. "Looks like you had a pretty 
full night."

"You're telling me." She replied as she brushed a long curl of red hair out 
of her face and reached for her cigarettes.

"If you ask me though," She said as she blew a long plume of smoke towards 
the ceiling. "the dog was a better fuck than him." She motioned to the older 
man on the TV.

"So, what's on the menu for today?" She asked as she looked over the sisters 
new looks.

"Well, you three are going to school, and I'm going to stay here and wait 
for Sharon's parents." Jim told her. "But first you're going to come over 
here and suck me off."

As Erin knelt in front of him and sucked his cock Jim looked down in her 
face. Finally he realized what was confusing him about the video he was 
watching. Erin, in her haste to get out the door last night, had just put 
the Fluorescent Blue shadow over the Blue shadow.

Once he shot his load down her throat he looked at her. "Erin, how do you 
fell about gang bangs and wild orgies?"

"Sounds like a lot of fun!" she replied as she licked the remains of his 
juices off her lips and swallowed it. "Why, you got a party for me?"

"Not right now. You did enjoy fucking that dog last night, didn't you?" He 
asked.

"Ooh yeah." She moaned. "Just the thought of Andy's big doggy dick in me is 
making me horny again." She replied as her hand dropped to her crouch.

Jim realized that by her putting on both she obviously wound up with both 
types of personalities in her brain. He thought that was fine. He kind of 
liked her this way.

He turned to Sharon and Lisa who were making out and playing with each 
other's pussies on the couch. "Ok you two, upstairs and get ready for 
school." He looked down at Erin. "You too, Sharon called your mother and 
told her you was staying over last night and that you would just be going to 
school from here."

After a long and steamy shower the three wrestled around in the bathroom for 
mirror space.

"Where's the eyeshadow?" Erin asked as she looked through the mass of new 
makeup spread out over the bathroom counter.

"Right here." Lisa giggled as she put the blow drier down and pointed to a 
wide selection of assorted slutty shades. "And I thought I was suppose to be 
the bimbo!"

"No air head, I mean the magical stuff." Erin replied as Lisa fluffed her 
back combed hair bigger and started to spray it in place.

"You don't need it." Sharon told her as she smeared a bright red lipstick on 
her lips. "You're already a whore. Save the magic stuff for school."

What do you mean?" Erin asked as she dug through the make up.

"Today we are each suppose to find one new whore for Jim." Sharon replied. 
"You get to use the makeup and he got me and Lisa each a different item."

"Yeah, I got these." Lisa said as she pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "All 
I have to do is low some smoke in my choices face and then get them to smoke 
one."

Erin looked over the Streetwalkers brand of cigarettes. "Cool, What did you 
get Sharon?"

Sharon turned her hand over and showed her a small pin that stuck out of a 
new ring she wore. "It's filled with a mind control drug." She explained 
with a smile. "One little prick and I will having them sucking pricks for 
Jim forever."

When the three finally came downstairs Jim was amazed. Sharon and Lisa 
looked like exact copies of each other except for the color of their 
matching outfits. They both wore leather micro mini skirts and crop tops 
although Sharon's was blue and Lisa's was pink. Their freshly bleached hair 
was big and wild and they walked easily down the stairs in six-inch heels. 
Lisa had a bag slung over her shoulder that contained her junior cheerleader 
outfit in it.

Erin wore a leather outfit that Sharon had picked up for her last night. It 
was composed of some tight leather pants and a leather bustier that barely 
contained her huge DD cup tits. She had a leather jacket slung over one 
shoulder and her feet were encased in black ankle boots with silver heels.

After Jim inspected his whores he sent them off to school and sat back to 
await Sharon's parents.

Lisa and Sharon caused quite a stir as Sharon escorted her sister to 
homeroom. Not only were the girls dressed like prostitutes, they were 
holding hands in a most unsisterly fashion. There were gasps as well as 
statements of condemnation as Sharon bid her sister goodbye with a long, 
lingering kiss.

Once she was in class, Lisa found it very difficult to concentrate. Her mind 
was always wandering to thoughts of fucking various classmates. And it was 
difficult to keep her hands at bay and remember not to play with her pussy 
or tits as she fantasized about messily fucking everyone in her row.

At some point, she realized everyone was staring at her. She must have been 
asked a question when she was thinking about fucking the girl across the 
aisle with a huge black strap-on. She smiled and giggled. "I wasn't paying 
attention," she said. The class erupted into gales of laughter. Feeling a 
little embarassed, Lisa asked to be excused to go to the washroom.

Once inside the girls' washroom, Lisa found herself alone.

Lisa immediately headed to one of the empty stalls and hiked her skirt up. 
Her long red fingernails dipped into her wet crouch and quickly started 
manipulating her clit. She worked herself to the point of orgasm and then 
backed off. She continued at this while thinking of all the other students 
in her class. Thoughts of a classroom wide orgy filled her mind as she 
worked herself higher and higher in mindless bliss. Finally her body 
convulsed, unable to take any more and she came hard. Wave after wave of 
pleasure wracked her body as her juices dribbled/squirted all over her hand.

As she sat back and enjoyed the after glow of her masturbation she heard a 
knock on the stall door.

"Lisa? Are you ok?" Came a voice over the door. It was...

Miss. Anderson, her young teacher.

Barely satisfied by her rippling orgasm, Lisa quickly lit up one of her 
Streetwalker cigarettes and inhaled deeply. The divine-tasting smoke made 
her cum again. "Lisa? Are you smoking?" came the voice through the door. 
"Shit!" Lisa thought, "that goody goody math teacher Miss Anderson." Then 
she smiled, her bright red lips smirking. "I think I can deal with her, 
though." "Lisa! Come out right now!" Lisa opened the door to see her prim, 
25-year old Mormon teacher standing there like an angry none. "What 's wrong 
Miss Anderson," the whorish teenager asked as she blew a cloud of smoke into 
the startled teacher's face. "Are you horny?" Miss Anderson coughed and 
stumbled back against the sinks. She was too stunned to answer. Then, before 
she could muster a retort, a strange tinkling feeling swept over her.

Giggling, she replied "Wow, Lisa you look great!"

"So," Nicola Anderson said, trying to mask her obvious sexual leer at her 
student while the strange feelings wafted over her, "what's like, in those 
cigarettes?"

"Do you want to try one?"

"No, I really shouldn't."

"You know you want to. Just a puff." Lisa passed her already-lit cigarette 
to Nicola.

"OK, but then we've got to go back to class."

But after the first one, Nicola felt like another one. It was only half, she 
thought to herself.

Nicola finished another Streetwalker cigarette, savoring the intoxicating 
smoke more and more with every pull. In time she started humming. Then she 
hiked up her calf-length skirt and started frigging herself. Lisa smiled and 
began mastrubating in time to the prim teacher's cries. After Nicola and 
Lisa came in unison, the exhausted but satisfied teacher looked up into the 
now-foggy mirror. "Damn!" she said, "I look awful! Where did I get these 
clothes? A convent thrift shop?" Turning to her slutty companion she said, 
"Come on Lisa, let's go shopping! We're taking the afternoon off!"

"Can I, like, eat your pussy first?" Lisa asked, yearning for a release from 
all her intense concentration and self-control.

"Totally..." Nicola responded dreamily as she spread her legs wider apart.

Lisa knelt on the hard, cold tiles of the washroom floor and carefully 
extended her tongue into her teacher's opening. Soon, Nicola was bucking 
forward, smearing Lisa's face with her juices as she approached orgasm.

Just then, someone entered the washroom. It was Erin.

Moaning, Lisa looked up just in time to see Erin strroll through the door 
like a lost street whore. "MMmmpf! What are you doing here? I thought you 
were trolling downtown." Erin looked down at the pair and licked her painted 
lips. "I came to find you two. Sharon's out in the parking lot. Hurry up... 
No, wait. Who's the randy nun?" "Oh! Erin meet Nicola! Nicki, Erin! Nicki is 
a teacher. But I thnk she's ready to start a new career. Aren't you Nicky?" 
Dazed and satiated, Nicola simply smiled and said, "well, I don't know." 
Erin struck a sexy pose and slowly pulled a tube of lbright red ipstick from 
her purse. "Maybe a little of this will help," she said, looking over at 
Lisa. "Yea," said the bleached blonde slut, "it'll get you in the mood for a 
brand new you." Nicola could scarcely pick up the mood before Erin leaned 
over and started painting the startled teacher's lips.

Lisa looked at Nicola's enticingly-painted lips. "Are they, like, different" 
she asked Erin.

"Yeah, this is PL Red. I thought I should try it on someone."

Even as Nicola began licking her lips and looking hungrily at her students' 
crotches, pulled out a container of eyeshadow and began applying it to 
Nicola's eyelids a newly acquired fluorescent shade.

Erin adorned the suddenly restless Nicola's eyelids with swaths of glittery 
green eyeshadow, creating a decidely whorish effect. Almost immediately, the 
hot teacher sighed and began blinking her eyes, as if in a daze. Then her 
eyelids drooped and she struck a sleazy smile. "Are you okay Nicki?" 
inquired Lisa. The teacher smiled back at Lisa and nodded. Theb she looked 
up at Erin with hungry lust and licked her lips. Sounding like the trailer 
trash she had apparently become, she cocked her head and said with a thick 
accent, "Nicki's just fine, baby. This hot pussy's real fine. Of course, I 
could use a beer, a smoke, and a good fuck." "Is that all?" laughed Erin. 
"What more is there? Except maybe a hot car and some cold cash." "Well 
Nicki," said Lisa, "are you still up for cutting out of here?" "Are you 
kidding, baby? This slut's itchin' for some action!" "Well let's go then," 
said Erin. "We've gotta get you decked out right if we're going prowling."

Lisa handed Nicki a normal cigarette, she wanted to save her magical ones 
for making more whores for Jim. After Nicki lit it and strutted out into the 
hall with a large cloud of smoke trailing behind her Lisa turned to Erin and 
stopped her.

"Wait a sec girlfriend." She said blocking the doorway. "This ones mine. Jim 
said for each of us to get one new girl today and I don't see you with 
anyone new yet."

"Aw come on Lisa! This place is so dull!" Erin complained. "Why don't you 
let me go with you and I'll find someone later?"

"No dice. You go find a new whore and we will have fun later." Lisa said as 
she leaned in closer. She kissed her fellow street whore hard on the lips 
and added a lot of tongue.

"A lot of fun later." She whispered passionately in her ear as she tweaked 
one of Erin's nipples. She stepped back and smiled.

"If you can find someone soon enough we'll be down a Bethany's Salon for a 
while. I'm going to make sure that Nicki is properly made up for tonight." 
She grinned wickedly. "And who knows, maybe I can give Bethany a new idea of 
what to do in the evenings after she closes shop!"

With that she turned and headed after Nicki.

Erin smiled as the two girls strutted out. Although the fluorescent green 
shade had been unlabeled, it was pretty clear that it turned women into 
trailer trash whores -- low class cumsluts; she looked forward to whatever 
kind of big hair design Nicki came back with.

She looked at the other new colours in her makeup kit and decided it would 
probably be easiest to go with the shiny dark grey which verged on a 
metallic blue. It might work on some of the goth or punk girls.

And, as luck would have it, into the bathroom came a punk girl.

Actually it wasn't luck that was on Erin's side. She knew that about this 
time Samantha (Sammy) King cut out of her first hour study hall to sneak a 
smoke in the bathroom. As she waited primping in the mirror the door opened 
and her intended victim entered.

Sammy was really a very good-looking girl under all the leather and chains. 
The leather bustier barely contained her huge F cup tits and under the dark 
make-up and piercing she had a cute small nose and very kissable full lips. 
Her bright red hair was cut into a mohawk that hung down to her ass in the 
back. Despite her odd looks and rough attitude many of the males in school 
lusted after her, just not to her face.

As Sammy fished around in her leather jacket with the skull and crossbones 
on the back Erin tried to figure out how she was going to get her to try the 
make-up.

"Hey Sam," Erin said with all the confidence she could muster, "you want 
this?" She placed the container of slate grey eyeliner on the bathroom 
counter a short distance from where Sam was re-arranging herself.

"Oh my God," Sam exclaimed, "you sound like Erin. What the hell happened to 
you?"

"Long story," Erin said, "besides maybe I thought it was my turn to dress a 
little strange."

Erin felt impatient and worried. It was hard to stay focused on the task at 
hand as opposed to imagining the giant-breasted girl eating her pussy.

Holding up the makeup dispenser like a dead rat, Sam said, "Is this some 
kind of trick? I mean, is this stuff indelible or something?"

"No way," Erin said, "let me show you." She opened the container and, 
removing its aplicator, gently applied it to one of her eyelids. Feeling it 
take hold, she continued, "if you try it, I'll let you take me to get a 
piercing."

The dark makeup was having quite an effect on her. Erin began imagining 
group sexual activities at raves, taking PCP, wearing a dog collar and some 
other, more appropriate clothes...

As the magic took hold of her Erin began to notice how awesome Sam looked. 
She turned back to the mirror and put another coat on her other eyelid.

"I just think you would look so cool with this shade." She said casually as 
she finished covering her eyelids. "I think it would look great with you 
complexion and really cool hair."

"Now I know your fucking with me." Sam said as she took a drag off her 
smoke. "I've heard you and your little preppy friends laughing about my hair 
before."

"Well, I'm not running with those stiffs anymore." She told her as she 
turned to her and lit her own cigarette. "I'm tired of all the bull shit and 
always having to follow the rules. I want to make my own rules!"

She stepped closer to Sam. She knew that the rumor was that she was a 
lesbian. "And the fact of the matter is that I love your hair." She said 
softly as she ran her hand over Sam's thin crest of hair. "I wish mine 
looked just like that."

Erin could see that this aroused Sam. Her nipples were pressing hard against 
her leather top.

"Really?" Sam whispered. Her heart was pounding so hard she barely got that 
out.

"Really." Erin said as she leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She reached 
down and grabbed a hold of Sam's belt chain and pulled her in close as she 
leaned her ass against the sink.

"Now, let's see what this looks like on you." She told her as she reached 
behind her and picked up the eyeshadow. Sam gave her no resistance as she 
loaded the applicator up with the magic eyeshadow and applied it to her 
lids. Crouch to crouch Erin could feel Sam orgasm as the wetness ran down 
her leg from Sam's cum. She smiled, she knew that they would make a great 
team out on the streets.

Erin slid around her so she could see herself in the mirror. "See, I told 
you, you would look great in this shade." She said as she bent over her 
shoulder and hissed the side of her head. "Men, and women, would pay a great 
deal of money to get fucked by a hot little number like you."

"Yeah!" Sam said a thoughts and visions of herself turning tricks on the 
streets ran through her mind. "That sounds like a perfect idea to me!"

Erin knew another street whore was born.

Something had gone wrong. Of that much, Sharon was sure. She had pricked 
Beth from Home Ec with the ring and had started giving her some commands but 
then, she had been interrupted by that old bag, Ms. Baxter. In an effort to 
hide her ring, she covered her right had with her left. It was then that she 
felt a slight pricking sensation.

Now, here she was, sitting in that big comfy chair across from the guidance 
counsellor, Mr. Beals. "I'll tell you what I think, Sharon. I think you are 
a very troubled young woman and that this new getup of yours is a cry for 
help. What do you think?"

"Yeah, totally," Sharon found herself saying.

"I'm glad you're receptive to my help," Beals continued, "I don't think that 
you've just decided to behave in this way. I think you're under a bad 
influence. I think someone is influencing you to behave in this sexually 
aggressive way. What do you think?"

"Uh-huh," Sharon replied.

"Well, Sharon, you don't have to do what other people want. You can do what 
you want." Sharon felt a strange sensation on her behind as the temporary 
tatoo suddenly peeled-off.

"What would you like to do, Sharon?"

"Suck your cock."

"W-w-what?" Mr. Beals stammered.

Sharon smiled wickedly as she leaned forward in the chair.

"I said, I want to suck your cock." She replied slowly. She ran her tongue 
over her red lips slowly to punctuate the sentence.

Mr. Beals stared at her flabbergasted. He couldn't believe the words just 
came out of her mouth. She had the reputation throughout the staff as one of 
the best students in the school. And now here she was talking like a 
complete slut right in front of him!

Sharon stood and walked slowly towards him. "What's the matter Don? Don't 
you like blowjobs?" She asked as she stood in front of him with her hands on 
her hips.

"Sharon! You stop this right now or I'm going to have to call the 
principal!" He threatened as he reached for the phone.

"I wouldn't do that Donny baby." She said as she placed a red nailed had on 
his. "I would just tell him that it was you that came on to me."

"Right, like he's going to believe a girl that's dressed like you are!" He 
spat. "I'm a respected member of this school's faculty!"

"Oh, I don't know how respected you are around here." Sharon teased as she 
sat down in his lap. "There's still a lot of talk around the school about 
you and Kelly Depone."

Mr. Beals shivered at the sound of that name. Although he didn't do anything 
and nothing was ever proven, the accusations by the young freshman almost 
cost him his career.

"Me on the other hand," Sharon continued as she leaned in close too him and 
stuck her tits right in his face. "I'm an honor roll student who just 
decided to go for the Brittany Spears look."

"Now Sharon, please go back to your chair and sit down." He told her as he 
tried to remain calm. "I'm sure we just need to talk this out."

"I don't want to talk anymore." She told him. She ran her hand down between 
his legs and massaged his rock hard cock. "This is what I want!"

"Sharon...please..." He said slowly.

"Don't worry Donny baby." She said as she slipped off his lap and started to 
undo his pants. "Sharon will take real good care of you."

Sharon licked her lips in hunger as she pulled his eight-inch cock out of 
his pants. He was helpless to stop her as she slid her mouth over it and 
started to suck him off. Soon he couldn't hold it any longer and exploded in 
her mouth.

"Not bad Donny." She commented with a smile. "I knew you would cum around."

"Y-you're not going to report me...are you?" He asked.

Sharon laughed. "No." she replied. "But you owe me fifty bucks."

"What!" He said stunned.

"I said you owe me fifty buck for the blowjob." She said as she freshened up 
her lipstick. "Unless you want me to let everyone know that you expect to 
get your blowjobs from the girls of this school for free."

Mr. Beals started to say something else but shut his mouth and pulled out 
his wallet. She thought she could hear him mumble something about her being 
a whore. She actually took this as a compliment.

She took the money from him and stuffed it into her purse. "By the way, I 
could also use a pass to be excused for the rest of the day." She told him. 
"Just put on it that I am having a personal crisis and need some time to 
work things out."

She lit a cigarette as she stood outside of the school and started walking 
away. Her boyfriend Jim needed a lesson. She wasn't upset with him for 
turning her into a whore, actually she loved that part. But she didn't like 
the way he used those tattoos to take control of her mind. If he was going 
to be her pimp he would have to take care of her properly, not just control 
her like some puppet.

`So, he wants me to bring home a new whore for him.' She thought. A wicked 
smile crossed her face. `Well, I think I will do just that! But I'm sure 
he's not going to want the one I bring him!'

She heads over to the Junior High School. She decided to find Jim's little 
sister and turn her into the nastiest street whore she could!

Suddenly fully conscious of what she had become, Sharon put on a raincoat 
overtop of her rather salacious outfit. She wandered over to the Junior High 
to wait for Clarissa's lunch break. Jim's 14 year old sister, while 
well-developed Clarissa was an innocent young girl who might otherwise be 
put off by Sharon's outfit.

Sharon in the hour or so prior to lunch break, Sharon wandered around the 
local mall, stocking up on the bare necessities: tequila, condoms, rolling 
papers, cigarettes, breath mints... She also purchased some products for the 
removal of body hair. She was disappointed to find that there was no store 
for sex toys at the mall. She couldn't wait to get downtown and meet up with 
her friends. Besides, there were lots of sex toy stores on the local stroll.

Still, she was back at Clarissa's school right on time and hurried, 
trenchcoat flapping up to the front door as the lunch crowd began to pour 
out onto the schoolgrounds.

Sharon looked impatiently at her watch as the kids started to file out of 
the building onto the playground. She only had a few hours to work on 
Clarissa before she had to meet Erin and Lisa downtown before they went home 
to show their new friends off to Jim. She mentally went over the things in 
her shopping bag when she saw her emerge from the school and head out 
towards a small group of girls.

Sharon hurried over and intercepted her before she made it to them. 
"Clarissa?" She called as she walked up to her.

"Yeah?" Clarissa replied as she turned around. She was a rather tall girl 
for her age with long sandy blond hair and firm young B cup tits. "Who are 
y... Sharon? Is that you? What did Jim do to you now?"

"Oh this isn't Jim's doing." Sharon replied as she brushed a long strand of 
platinum blond hair back and smiled. "I just thought I'd try a new look."

Sharon moved in close on the unsuspecting teen and placed her hand on her 
shoulder.

"Ow!" Clarissa said just before her eyes glazed over.

Sharon smiled. "Now we have a lot to do this afternoon Clarissa, so why 
don't you smile and wave goodbye to your friends and we will be on our way."

"Ok" She replied as she turned, smiled and waved. Her friends gave a funny 
look as they waved back but none of them followed as Sharon led her off 
school grounds.

Once they were safely out of sight of the school Sharon breathed a sigh of 
relief. She reached into her purse and pulled out a cigarette. As she lit it 
she looked over at her captive as she walked obediently beside her.

She figured she might as well get started on changing her into the nasty 
little whore she wanted. "Would you like a cigarette Clarissa?" She asked.

Clarissa wrinkled her nose. "No way!" She said. "I think that is the 
filthiest habit around!"

"What are you talking about?" Sharon replied. "You told me before that the 
only thing you like to have in your mouth better than a cigarette is a big 
hard cock! You said you smoke two to three packs a day!"

Clarissa stuttered as her brain reshuffled this new information around in 
her head. "Your right." She finally replied as she took the offered 
cigarette. "I don't know what I was thinking."

Sharon watched as she lit it and took a long drag. She knew this was going 
to be fun turning this young girl into Jim's worst nightmare of a little 
sister.

"Don't you just love it when you have a cock in all three holes?" Sharon 
stated.

"What is wrong with you, Sharon?"

"Didn't you just finish telling me that you had your first anal orgasm the 
other day?"

"Well, yeah."

"So are you really going to admit that you let guys fuck you in all three 
holes just because you're really wasted when they do it, or are you going to 
admit that the drugs are just an excuse for you to get all filled up?"

"I don't know."

"C'mon Clarissa, admit it."

"Okay," Clarissa said. "I admit it." She felt like she had just achieved an 
important milestone in therapy. It felt so good to admit it.

"It's okay," Sharon said, "just admit that you're a total teenybopper slut 
-- a cock sucking, ass fucking, pussy eating under-aged coke whore."

"I'm -- I'm what?"

"I guess you're not that clever, Clarissa. Repeat after me: I am a total 
teenybopper slut, a cock sucking, ass fucking, pussy eating under-aged coke 
whore."

Clarissa repeated the words verbatim, a strange glazed look coming over her 
eyes as she did.

As the two continued to walk Sharon kept talking.

"There, that wasn't so hard to admit, was it?" She said as she slipped her 
arm around Clarissa's shoulder.

"No, I guess it wasn't." She said.

"You just listen to me from now on and I'll make sure you are taken care 
of." Sharon stated. "It's ok if you want to be a coke whore. I think its 
great! Did you know that Lisa and me are whores too?"

"Really?" Clarissa asked surprised.

"Yep!" Sharon said. "I heard you wanted to be one also so I came over to 
help you out. When I'm finished you're going to be the hottest little whore 
in town!"

Clarissa smiled at this as they walked. She was finally going to get her 
wish and become a coke whore!

"What about my mom and brother?" She asked. "They're not going to like 
this!"

"Look honey. If you're going to become a whore you can't let anyone talk you 
out of it." Sharon told her. "You just listen to me and no one else. I'm 
sure we're going to become the best of friends!"

Clarissa looked up at her new friend and smiled. She was so great! She knew 
that Sharon was going to help her out no matter what anyone else had to say. 
She chained into another cigarette and continued walking with her arm 
wrapped around Sharon tightly.

Soon they arrived at Clarissa's house. Sharon knew that Jim and Clarissa's 
mom, Ellen, was at work and Jim was over at her house. This seemed to be the 
perfect place to complete Clarissa's transformation. As they approached she 
saw a small package sitting on the step. Sharon picked the package up and 
smiled.

"Great, it came!" She exclaimed.

"What's that?" Clarissa asked as she looked over Sharon's shoulder at the 
package. She saw the writing on the outside said `New U Salon' and `Same Day 
Delivery' on it.

"It's a special surprise I ordered for you before I left school to pick you 
up." Sharon grinned. "I'm sure you're going to love it"

Sharon let Clarissa open the door as they went inside.

"You ready for your surprise?" Sharon asked in anticipation.

"Yes!" Clarissa answered with a huge smile. She knew she was going to love 
this surprise.

"Ok, first you have to strip." Sharon told her. She watched as Clarissa got 
undressed in front of her. She was getting very horny just thinking of how 
many men and women were going to be pawing Clarissa's fine young body. Soon 
as she was completely naked Sharon opened the box and pulled out what looked 
like two large jell filled clear plastic bags.

"What are those?" Clarissa asked curiously.

"They're do-it yourself breast implants!" Sharon said with a large grin.

"Huh, you're going to cut my tits open and put those in me yourself?" 
Clarissa asked slightly scared.

"No silly" Sharon said. "These are special implants. Here, just watch."

Sharon then pulled a large bra out of her bags and helped Clarissa put it 
on. She then turned her around and placed one of the implants in each of the 
almost empty cups of the bra and stood back and watched.

Clarissa suddenly felt a sharp poke at the sides of her tits and then saw 
the implants slowly start to shrink as her own breast flesh expanded to fill 
the huge cups of the bra. Within a minute the implants had completely 
disappeared and her breast filled the bra, threatening to spill out of it.

Sharon helped her remove the now too small F cup bra as a stunned Clarissa 
cupped her now massive tits.

"These things bigger than my head!" She exclaimed with a smiled as she ran 
her hands over her sensitive nipples. "I love them!"

Sharon inspected Clarissa's new tits. The areolas on the huge perfectly 
round tits were now almost five inches across and the nipples were as big as 
her thumbs. She could see small scars on the sides of them just like from 
normal implants.

"I knew you would!" Sharon replied as she finished her inspection. "Come on 
now. We have to finish getting you ready for tonight!"

Although Sharon really wanted to play with her young friend's new tits she 
knew she didn't have much time before they had to be going. She grabbed her 
bags and headed off the Clarissa's room with the over endowed fourteen year 
old in tow.

She fixes her up as a bleach blond slut like Lisa and herself.

Lisa decided to opt for a summery, Californian theme for Clarissa. After 
all, California had more coke whores per capita than any other state. She 
began by using the New U, Instant Tanning Cream, bronzing her skin a little 
but not so much that she might look hispanic. Then, of course, there was the 
Brazilian Cream that took care of Clarissa's pubic hair. Lisa couldn't help 
but reward the girl for being so co-operative by eating out her slutty bald 
new pussy.

Naturally, she added the CokeWhore Lip Gloss from BEAmway -- they'd just 
come out with a new "wet look" colour line to compete with Maybeline. She 
then added the Self-Piercing Rings to Clarissa's clit and navel, making sure 
that Jim's little sister has a clit ring big and heavy enough to be visible 
through her clothes. She dressed the girl in a g-string and the shortest 
pair of cutoffs in the world, a single strand of fabric separating them from 
becoming the shortest denim mini skirt on the face of the earth. Sharon 
loved how much sluttier the clothes looked on a 14-year old body, with its 
narrow hips and pert ass.

As a final touch, after bleaching her hair, Sharon put the smallest bikini 
top on the girl that didn't snap off when fastened. It dug into Clarissa's 
back, as well as her tit-flesh, all of its scant material used to cover the 
girl's gigantic, erect nipples.

Much as she was dying to put the girl to work, she had plans for who should 
pop this cherry. She had to turn a few tricks herself and generate a bit of 
quick cash. She wanted to make sure that when she brought Clarissa home to 
see Jim, she would be coked out of her gourd, on top of everything else.

Sharon returned to Jim and Clarissa's house an hour later with a small baggy 
of white powder. As she approached the front door she heard loud screaming 
and shouting coming from the other side. She opened the door and saw to her 
surprise that Clarissa's mom had come home early. She had failed to notice 
the car, which was parked on the other side of the house.

"No way in hell am I letting you go out of the house looking like that!" 
Mrs. Russell screamed at her daughter.

"Yes the hell I am!" Clarissa yelled back. "You tell her Sharon! I can dress 
like a whore if I want to! Sharon says I can, right Sharon?"

Mrs. Russell turned in rage towards Sharon. "What the fuck have you been 
telling my daughter?" She screamed as she walked menacingly towards her.

Slightly frightened and unsure of what to do Sharon held up her hand and 
pushed at Mrs. Russell's shoulder trying to protect herself from the angry 
woman. "Now just wait a..." She started.

"Ow!" Mrs. Russell said as the pin on the ring dug into her shoulder. "What 
the hell was th..." She started. Suddenly she wobbled slightly.

Sharon, realizing what had just happened quickly took control of the 
situation. "Just calm down Mrs. Russell. Why don't you go sit down on the 
couch for a while and be quiet."

Mrs. Russell silently obeyed much to Clarissa's amazement.

"What did you do to her?" She asked Sharon.

"This ring has a mind control drug in it." Sharon explained to her. "I 
accidentally poked her with it."

"Really?" Clarissa asked in awe. Suddenly she thought about it for a second. 
"You haven't ever used that thing on me have you?"

"Of course not!" Sharon said feigning a hurt look. "Don't you ever think 
that I would do anything like that to you!"

"I'm sorry." Clarissa said quietly. Dropping the subject she turned to her 
mom. "So, what do we do with her now?"

"I don't know." Sharon told her. "I hadn't made any plans for this to 
happen."

"Will she obey my orders?" Clarissa asked with a strange look in her eyes.

"Sure." Sharon told her. "At least until the drug wears off."

Clarissa grinned evilly. "I'll be right back." She told Sharon. "Mom, come 
with me!"

Sharon thought about intervening but instead just sat back and watched as 
Clarissa and her mom disappeared into the back of the house. It was several 
minutes later before they both reappeared with smiles on their faces.

"Ok honey, but you be careful out there on the streets." Mrs. Russell told 
her daughter.

"Don't worry mom. Sharon will take good care of me." Clarissa said. She then 
proceeded to light a cigarette right there in front of her.

Mrs. Russell smiled as Clarissa blew a long plume of smoke out overhead. 
"I'm so proud to see my little girl so grown up." She said as she hugged her 
daughter. She then picked up her purse and turned towards the door.

"You two have fun tonight!" She called as she headed out the door. "I know I 
will!"

After she left Sharon turned towards Clarissa. "Where's she going?"

Clarissa giggled. "Mom has such a boring job in that stuffy old office I 
thought I would give her the idea to get one that's more fun."

"What kind of a job?" Sharon asked curiously. "Did you make her a whore?"

"Nah, nothing so extreme. She is my mother after all." Clarissa said as she 
took another long drag off her cigarette. "I suggested she get a job down at 
the Bunny Room as a stripper. I'm sure she'll have a lot more fun there, and 
she might actually meet some men. She hardly ever dates since my dad left 
us. I'm sure her social life will pick up with her new job."

Sharon smiled. She had definitely created a little monster here.

In the car on the way to Jim's Clarissa was talking a mile a minute. Sharon 
had had to use the ring again to take incest from something she felt mildly 
reluctant about to something for which she had boundless enthusiasm. "And 
another thing. I wanna see one of those porn movies where the identical twin 
sisters do eachother or have a threesome with their dad!" she was saying.

When they got back to her place, Sharon was surprised to discover that the 
other girls weren't there. I guess they're out turning tricks, she thought. 
Jim, fortunately, was. Clarissa's young, thin body had never had any cocaine 
before and after her extra line before getting out of the car, Sharon 
noticed she was trembling as she took her hand.

To Sharon's relief, Jim didn't recognize his sister right away. Amazingly, 
the stoned girl seemed to be following Sharon's instructions and not 
talking. "This is Cleo," Sharon said. "I found her at the junior high."

"Well done," Jim said. "But you are the last one back. Lisa and Erin have 
already brought their whores in and are down working the street."

"We'll be going there too Jim," Sharon said. "as soon as you pop Cleo's 
cherry."

Clarissa began nodding vigorously and pulling off her clothes. Sharon did 
nothing to stop her. Jim looked at the disrobing girl more closely. "Do I 
know you?" he asked.

Sharon hoped Clarissa's voice wouldn't give anything away.

Clarissa was so high that when she answered, her voice sounded quite 
different.

"Not yet." Clarissa said in a deep throaty voice.

Jim didn't have much time to ask anymore questions as Clarissa pulled the 
string on her bikini top and her huge tits popped out. Jim's eyes were 
immediately drawn to them as Sharon had hoped. She knew that the minute he 
got a good look at those monsters, her face would be the last thing on his 
mind.

Jim was at full mast by the time Clarissa had her shorts down around her 
ankles exposing her wet bald cunt. She tossed them in the corner and walked 
slowly over to him. Her long blond hair covered her face slightly as she 
stuck one huge tit in his face.

"You like my tits?" She asked in the same voice as she knelt over his lap 
with her tits in his face.

Jim didn't even respond as he wrapped his mouth around one of the thumb size 
nipples and began sucking. Clarissa moaned loudly as she pressed her 
brother's face into her silicone enhanced tit with one hand as her other 
franticly worked at his pants.

Sharon stepped up and helped her pull his pants off as Clarissa buried her 
big brother's face between her tits. Once Jim's pants were off she lost no 
time as she slowly lowered her dripping cunt onto his hard cock.

Jim couldn't believe how tight his newest whore was as she pressed hard on 
his cock trying to force his purple-headed monster into her wet cunt. He was 
in heaven as both hands kneaded her massive tits and he alternated back and 
forth between them sucking on one then the other.

He pressed hard as he felt the head of his dick push past her wet lips and 
into her cunt. He looked up to see the look on her face but all he saw was 
her long smooth throat and a small silver chain around it. He had been so 
wrapped up in looking at her tits he had failed to even notice the silver 
coke spoon on the chain around her neck.

Clarissa's head was thrown back in pure pleasure as he slipped inside her. 
The slight discomfort and pain was washed away by her realization that she 
was that much closer to her goal. A little further and she would finally be 
deflowered... by her own big brother! This thought drove her harder as she 
rose slightly and pressed down further, trying to gain just a few more 
inches of his cock inside her.

Jim felt his dick slip further into her and started to work harder at 
fucking her as he pressed back at her thrusts. Inside her tight virginal 
cunt he could feel the head of his compressed dick press up against the soft 
flesh of her hymen.

Clarissa screamed in pleasure and conquest as she felt her hymen break on 
her brother's cock and warm fluid begin to coat the insides of her now 
deflowered cunt. Her body shook in orgasm as she realized she was now no 
longer a virgin. No matter what happened now she had won. Her young cherry 
was now her brother's, she was now one of his whores.

"Yes!" Jim exclaimed as he felt her cherry pop. This was his first cherry. 
Even Sharon wasn't a virgin when he first screwed her. He couldn't believe 
the feeling of being the first person in this hot little cunt.

As she came from the experience she wrapped her arms around his head and 
buried his face deep in her tits. The contractions of her cunt as she was 
overtaken by the orgasm milked his cock and soon he was filling her with his 
seed. He could have died right there from suffocation and he would have died 
a happy man. Nothing else in the world could take away this experience.

It seemed like forever before his cock went limp and she released him. His 
head flopped back on the couch as she slowly climbed off him. When he 
finally got up the energy to raise his head he saw her standing over with a 
grinning Sharon. Her back was to him as she bent over to accept a light on 
her cigarette from her.

He smiled as he looked over her tight little ass and saw the thin trail of 
blood, pussy juices, and semen running down the inside of her thigh.

"Not bad big brother!" Clarissa said as she turned and brushed her long 
blond hair out of her face. Jim's mouth dropped open as she blew a long 
stream of smoke out with a wicked grin.

"Isn't she just the sweetest thing!" Sharon teased as she wrapped her arm 
around her new friend's waist.

"Well, time for us to get to work." Sharon said before the stunned Jim could 
say anything. And they quickly left.

Jim was still standing half-naked and slack-jawed in his living room when 
Sharon and Clarissa left the house. The experience, followed by the 
revelation had rendered him speechless. Meanwhile, Clarissa was talking a 
mile a minute to Sharon about how she wanted to try smoking crack after her 
first trick. "It'll get rid of this baby fat fast," she was saying.

Sharon countered that it would reduce the girl's earning potential but the 
mind control drug having worn off, Clarissa was quite set in her opinion. 
Once they got down to the stroll, Sharon was pleased to see that as a group, 
her four fellow whores were able to keep the streetwalkers whose turf they 
had taken at bay.

She introduced Clarissa to her new friends and then got to work on the 
problem of removing their tatoos when she came up with an idea to break 
Jim's hold on the other girls.

After introducing Clarissa around to the others Sharon looked over the two 
new whores that Erin and Lisa had brought. It took her several seconds to 
recognize Lisa's teacher Mrs. Anderson. She was a bleached out platinum 
blond like her and Lisa now and dressed in the slinkiest little red 
mini-dress Sharon had ever seen.

Sharon recognized Samantha, one of the school's punkers, though. She was 
standing over by a wall trying to cheer up Erin who looked upset at 
something.

"Wow!" Lisa exclaimed. "Those are, like, the biggest tits I've ever seen!"

Clarissa lit a cigarette and tossed her long blond hair over her shoulder 
giving the others a good look at her chest.

"Like them?" She asked with a smile as she let them touch her firm silicone 
tits. "Sharon gave them to me. Aren't they the greatest?"

"Like yeah!" Lisa said as she and Nikki rubbed them. "Hey Shar, You think 
Jim would let me have some of these?"

"Probably not!" Erin spat. "He won't let us do anything we want to do!"

"What are you in such a bad mood about?" Sharon asked Erin.

"Erin took a long drag from her cigarette. "Well, me `n' Sam showed up at 
your place early and when I showed him Sam he got mad. He said he wanted me 
to bring home a pretty girl not some freak."

"Yeah!" Sam said. "I almost nailed him right there but Erin stopped me. Who 
does that little puke think he is anyway?"

"Well, after that he said he would find a way to fix my fuck-up and sent us 
out to turn some tricks to make some money for him. He said it was going to 
be expensive to fix Sam up right."

"I've been trying to talk Erin into leaving that asshole but she says she 
has to obey him." Sam said as she wrapped her arm around her girlfriend's 
shoulder. "I'm about to see how may orders he can give her with all his 
teeth knocked out!"

Although Sharon liked the idea of Jim getting what's due to him, she really 
didn't want to see him get hurt. She knew that although he was an asshole 
She and the other girls would need him if they were going to be working the 
streets.

"Well, I have something here that you're going to like then." She told her 
with a smile. She pulled a small bottle out of her purse along with a cloth.

"What's that?" Erin asked.

"Sharon smiled. "Well, Jim's not the only one who can do some shopping 
on-line." She replied. "This is instant tattoo remover."

Erin's eyes lit up at this. She immediately turned around and exposed her 
tight ass and the small mind-controlling tattoo to Sharon. Sharon dumped a 
little of the liquid remover on the cloth and slowly rubbed the tattoo away. 
As she did this Erin could feel a weight lift from her mind.

Erin smiled as she lowered her skirt and turned back to Sharon. "Thanks!" 
She said as she planted a big kiss on Sharon's lips. "I feel much better 
now!"

She then walked over to Sam and slipped her arms around her waist. They 
kissed passionately for several long seconds before Erin broke the kiss and 
smiled at her lover.

"Remember that little parlor you told me about downtown?" She asked coyly. 
Sam smiled and shook her head. "Let's go!"

She turned back to the group and blew them a kiss. "See ya in a while!" she 
grinned as her and Sam walked hand in hand down the street.

After they left the four blondes stood around for a few seconds before Lisa 
spoke up.

"Sharon, I don't think that Jim's gonna like this." She said as what just 
happened sunk into her thick head.

"It's not about what he thinks Lisa." Sharon told her. "We have to be able 
to think for ourselves or else we're just gonna wind up brainless puppets 
dangling on Jim's strings."

"Yeah." Clarissa added. "And knowing my big brother, we could really get 
fucked up if we leave all the thinking to him. He could fuck up a wet 
dream!"

Sharon smiled at her young apprentice. "Listen to what she has to say. She 
and I know how bad Jim is at keeping things under control." Sharon said. 
"We're not doing this to hurt him. We're doing this to help him. If he 
screws this up we are the ones that are most likely to wind up paying for 
it."

Lisa looked at her teacher. "I think she's right Lisa." Nikki said. "I don't 
know Jim but no one should have total control over another."

Lisa resigned the fight and turned around and dropped her shorts. Once the 
tattoo was removed she pulled them back up and turned to the others.

"Now you don't have to listen to Jim anymore if you don't want to." Sharon 
told her.

"Who should I listen to then?" Lisa asked confused.

"Well," Nikki said with a grin. "You should always listen to your teacher!"

Lisa smiled at this. "I like that!" she giggled as she planted a big kiss on 
her slutty teacher's lips.

Nikki, clearly inspired by the idea spoke to Sharon. "So, like, all this 
money?" she said, waving a wad of twenties in Sharon's face, "Can you get us 
titties like Clarissa's?"

Sharon felt, on the one hand, ashamed that she hadn't plied her trade yet 
while Lisa and Nikki appeared to have already earned a few hundred dollars. 
On the other hand, she was intrigued by the idea of helping to make Nikki 
and Lisa sluttier.

"You want to have really big tits?" she asked. "No. I want to spend all this 
making Lisa the biggest-titted bimbo in the world." Sharon looked over at 
Lisa, staring obliviously into space while she rubbed her thighs together.

"I've gotta get to work. I'll send Clarissa to help you," she said before 
realizing that Clarissa had slipped away. She wondered where the girl might 
be.

Sharon's decided she would have to turn a few tricks before she spent any 
more money.

All that had been going on had made Sharon very horny. As she looked around 
for Clarissa she was getting slightly perturbed.

"Look, I really have to get to work." She told the two. "Here's the key to 
Jim's house."

She handed the key to Nikki. "Jim's over at my place right now so you can 
use his computer to find what you need." She told them. She knew that the 
eye shadow they had used only made them act like bubble-headed bimbos. She 
reasoned they could figure out how to get what they needed themselves.

"The web site is spellsrusonline.com." She said. "Watch out though, the 
person who runs the site is kind of creepy."

She shivered slightly at her memories of her visit to the site. "He seems to 
know everything about me and claims he is a real wizard!"

"So do you think I have enough money to get Lisa some really big titties 
there?" Nikki asked.

"I don't know." Sharon responded. "The prices aren't listed. After you get 
what you want then you find out how much you owe."

After several more minutes Sharon manages to convince them they can handle 
it and they leave.

Clarissa had been away from Sharon and her friends longer than she had 
intended. She hoped they wouldn't be mad but it had seemed such a good idea 
at the time. She had been impatiently waiting to turn her first trick when 
she had spotted another whore sneak behind a dumpster in a nearby alley. 
Shortly thereafter, a cloud of smoke had billowed above it.

Seconds later, Clarissa was there, confronting the skinny, haggard young 
woman. "Please," she said, "can I have some?"

"No."

"C'mon, where did you get it?"

"There's this guy," the woman said before laughing hysterically for a few 
moments, "oh fuck me, they'll love you there."

"Where?"

"This place. You don't need cash or anything. They give you free drugs if 
you party with them for a while."

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