Checking one's makeup

Jesse wiped the corner of his mouth, checking her lipstick in the wing view mirror of the car. Of course, any cosmetic handed out to students of Madame Stanfield’s was certainly supposed to be able to stand up to a roadside blowjob or three… but it had been drilled into the sissy to always double-check. Meanwhile, the Corpo highway officer leaned over to chat with the two rich kids still lounging patiently in their seats.

“Aaah, much obliged. Miss and Mister. That’s a skilled little cocksucker you’ve got hold of there. She had some fancy training?”

Miranda flicked the ashes of her cigarette over the side of the vehicle, clearly a little annoyed and exasperated by this delay in their journey. It was sort of expected these days: that any private security officer who saw a couple of spoiled brats driving their latest rental through his short stretch of jurisdiction. Would take it upon himself to pull them over and demand a share. It barely seemed like **** or bribery anymore… just, taxes. But it still tended to annoy the hell out of those who were used to such ‘wageslaves’ getting out of their way. The idea of someone low enough he still had to earn a living jamming himself down the throat of their precious, young plaything was just… distasteful. Whatever else they might represent, John and Miranda were honest in the way they revered Jesse and the rest of their ‘collection’ as special, unique and exclusive toys who should be beyond the reach of any common pervert. Though… they still weren’t going to risk annoying their parents with a fine notice over it.

“She’s a first year at Stanfield’s.” Huffed the woman, with a certain degree of condescending pride. “Now, are you done here? We’re going to be late for the show.”

The officer tipped his cap, leering at Jesse’s ass as the sissy clambered back into the car. This slip of road might be his kingdom to rule, but it still wasn’t worth agitating the silver spoon-lickers too much. You never knew whether their family might own the hedge fund which owned 90% shares in the shell company which had merged with the admin outsourcer which held the lease on your apartment… or something. Best not to make your badge number visible and memorable.

Jesse relaxed back into the leather of her seat, watching the blue and red lights fade into the general neon haze of the evening highway. She barely registered such casual encounters anymore, and still didn’t know what it was they might be late for. The taste of another stranger’s semen slowly seeped down the back of her throat, where it would almost certainly be joined by several similar flavours before the night was done. Really, it was just nice to be out and about again… feeling the refreshing chill of a not-yet-bitter breeze. Date nights with John and Miranda had rapidly become such a vital part of her servile life. She couldn’t really imagine having a week where she couldn’t look forward to another new adventure: dipping her toes into the worlds of those with everything. A vague anxiety tickled the back of her mind when she thought back to all the brief slips of budgeting conversation she’d heard from them: When they’d found some new little pet to adopt and had to decide which older model to leave behind. It seemed like her position as one of their favourites was secure, for the moment… but what if all those other, young fucktoys thought that too?

The conversation with Selene drifted back through the femboy’s mind. The lesson that he’d been trying to pass on. Jesse had been so lucky to end up among Madame Stanfield’s elite selection, but… she couldn’t rely on the prestige of her headmistress’s name forever. If a plucky slutwife-to-be wanted to stay embroiled in those glittering lights of high society, then she was going to have to work her submissive, little butt off. Learn what all these varying masters and mistresses saw in her… and make sure it was always fully on display!

Somewhere, in the back of her mind: a teenage boy who had looked at the words printed on his career card in horror… blinked. But that naive, young creature was barely more than a memory. He’d always felt like he had no place in the world around him. While this practiced slut in slip and heels had such clear direction in who she had to be.