Chapter 73

You earned plenty of stray glances, marching along in your not-quite-an-outfit and with a glaze of fresh spunk dribbling down your facial features. All you could do was stare straight ahead, following the tugs on the leash around your neck and trying not to meet any eyes. For the most part, people would only glance quickly and then hurry on their way… but occasionally whole packs of wolf whistles would echo eerily behind you, or one lone stranger would stop dead in their tracks and just stare. You shuddered to think what might be going through the heads of either group. What they might do to you if your capricious client decided to hand over the reins again.

There were no further direct challenges to this unsanitary parade however, until you arrived at the high-class department store that Esmerelda was leading you toward. Two large but well-dressed men loomed near the door, your average mall-cop security… but squeezed into fashionable suits so as not to frighten the clientele. They took one look at you and Terry and clearly made up their mind.

"You can't bring them in here, kid."

Your age-old natural reaction to any confrontation kicked in as you quailed back, playing with the hem of your mini-skirt. Though all your more recent encounters with such heavy-set, bullish characters also set your little heart aflutter in admiring their thick, muscular arms. Memories of encounters with highschool bullies came flashing in, but also with possible hints even back then that you didn't mind so much when they picked you up and tossed you around.

Miss Esmerelda, however, was not a young lady who took to being called 'kid' very well. She gave an exasperated sigh… as if all these complaints about her dragging two scantily-clad femboy whores on leashes through the centre of a busy shopping district were really getting tiresome.

"Look, sir. I'm a highly-valued and regular customer at this establishment. Now, we can go through all the rigmarole of me phoning my father's office to send a note to your bosses upstairs to get you to step aside and let me go where I want…"

She stepped closer now, lightly grasping the man's arm which was nearly as thick as her waist. Her voice taking on a conspiratorial but still clear and commanding tone.

"Oorrrr… You and your partner can invite my friend here into your little office there, and take turns 'investigating' as many of her cavities as you wish until I come back to pick her up."

For just a second… there flashed a hint of surprise upon your step-sister’s face. So quickly she went from being close friend and confidante to just another piece of rented property in Esmerelda's mind. The Mayor and his daughter simply kept up an undisclosed tab with Skeg to use and **** any of you they wished, however they wished after all. Still, it wasn’t like your step-sibling had ever said no to such an arrangement. She turned on her cheekiest, cock-teasing grin… the one that even now sent twinges down your own spine… and proceeded to flutter her eyelashes at the men.

One of whom quickly hurried over to whisper in the ear of the other, possibly now recognising exactly who they were dealing with here.

"Oh… Errm, yes Ma'am. You go on in. We'll be happy to keep your, umm, friend here company… You take as long as you like."

So on in you went, all barriers cleared. Both you and Terry being tugged along by just Esmerelda now… while your step-sibling was gently taken under the arm of a still slightly bewildered looking security guard. For a second your eyes met, and she shrugged and smirked. Just another day in the life she'd chosen for you both.

Another small glob of semen dripped from your chin into your silicone cleavage as you boarded the escalator. A pang of something bubbled up in your belly as she was led away… It might even have been jealousy.