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Talia began rummaging around behind the counter as soon as the call ended. “Great. Now lean towards me and open wide emo bitch.”

*Click.*

Jen leaned over the counter and opened her mouth, both as ordered and to protest, before Talia quickly snapped up and shoved a large, semi-translucent pick dildo between her lips.

GLUCK

“Spread your legs and stay bent over. Tits on the counter and hands crossed behind your back. You won’t let this thing out of your mouth unless you’re told, you can’t touch it with your hands, and you’ll keep it is deep as down your throat as you’re able until I say otherwise. Go ahead and place its base against the counter to really get it down there. Don’t be afraid to **** on it! I want your makeup running if you’re wearing any by the time I get back to you.”

*Click.*

Jen looked up angrily as her body obeyed, leaving her in a very **** position in front of the younger, flat-chested woman who otherwise looked very similar to her. She felt her mouth opening wider to bring the sizable molded plastic down her throat as she tilted her head down to trap it against the cold surface. Pushing further down, she began making the vigorous **** noises she was sure Talia wanted to hear as the girl left her now extremely limited field of vision.

“Um, I don’t think you introduced yourself earlier…” Mary timidly stuttered out, clearly afraid of what was about to happen. She held onto the zipper on her onesie nervously, fully expecting an order to remove it.

“Oh, I’m so sorry about that. My name’s Talia, and I’ll be getting you all ready today.” Talia replied, smiling a surprisingly warm smile at Mary. “I’ll try and walk you through each step here as painlessly as possible.” Her tone was soft as she continued to focus on Mary, “I understand it can be difficult for higher status individuals to be placed in situations ordinarily below their station. Trust me, you’re not the first I’ve had here, and you will hardly be the last. I’m sure it’s a little tougher for you as the old guard—”

Lacey indignantly interrupted at that, despite looking a bit ridiculous trying to hold any authority while standing naked and covered in cum before the fully clothed clerk by the counter, “Hey! We aren’t old! We can’t be more than, like, six or seven years older than you!”

Talia’s eyes snapped to the blonde and fixed her with a dismissive glare, coldly enunciating each word that fell from her mouth. “You’re not that bright, are you, jugs-for-brains? Do you not see what’s happening with the dumb goth bitch who already interrupted me?” Jen gagged especially loudly in the background for extra effect as Talia rested her hand on the trapped woman’s head to push it down even further, the dildo practically disappearing into her lips. “Don’t speak to me unless spoken to and start licking the cum off your clone over there so she’ll stop dripping on the floor.”

*Click.*

Lacey got to it, starting with Angela’s cum-streaked boobs. Ange, for her part, just stayed as quiet as she could. She did not want to join whatever was happening here.

Talia sighed and shook her head, lightly brushing some hair out of her face with the hand not causing Jen to convulse as she struggled for oxygen. She turned back to Mary, the warmth returning to her voice. “Yes, you’re not that much older than me, but you are the last generation to miss out on the shift while you were still in high school or college. The shift hit right when I was in high school, and it was not a fun time. So, because you aren’t accustomed to control from your peers in your entire adult life, it usually hits women like you harder. And I want you to know that I understand, and I plan to make this as easy as possible for you.” She finally let up on her ****-grip on Jen, pulling the dark-haired vixen off firmly by the hair as she sputtered and gasped for air before her orders took back over and her lips once again wrapped around the plastic shaft.

Talia walked over to Mary and continued her speech. “It’s ok, Mary. There’s nothing you can do. You just have to accept that—yes, while your husband has got you a great place on the social ladder—there’s still people above you. And, to those people, you’re just the same as everybody else below them. It’s hard, but it’s the way things are. So it’s better for you to have a healthy mindset than to dig in and struggle.”

Mary shifted uncomfortably as the short-haired woman continued to walk over to her, stopping just a few inches away from her. Talia stood straight and put her hands on her hips, confidently surveying the bashful brunette. “I’m not going to sugarcoat it: the package you all are in for is a major one. You’re going to get the full bottom-of-the-barrel experience. And that’s all there is to it. You can’t stop it because you don’t have the status. So don’t worry about it.”

Talia reached out her open hand towards Mary. “I have to take your clothes. I’m not going to order you. Not unless I have to so that I can pay my rent this month. But you can do it at your own pace if you just give it to me yourself.”

Jen was seething as she deepthroated the dildo at the counter. Damn, this bitch is good. And I thought I was a good domme. Mary’s going to get fuuuucked.

Mary shakily began to undo the zipper, stepping out of her onesie and placing it in Talia’s outstretched hand. Talia smiled and nodded at her. “Good girl.” Mary shivered as she heard it, thrown off as she thought about her husband saying the words just like that after she gave him head before leaving on her trip. Talia turned around and addressed the other women, and Mary was shocked as she realized her eyes had slipped down to check out the skinny clerk’s surprisingly huge ass. I don’t like girls…

“Alright, ladies, time to get dressed.” Talia shouted, turning to the other women with a predatory look in her eyes.

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“This is so embarrassing.” Mary murmured quietly, fidgeting in her bright pink, sky-high heels. Not that the rest of her outfit would leave her any more dignity. She still had to squeeze into a minuscule pink g-string, and she needed to apply the pink heart pasties Talia had also placed in the changing stall. To put the heels on she had FaceTimed her husband and put on another special show for him while trying to stay silent in the small changing booth Talia had whisked her into. After Mark had blown a load to the sight of his wife jiggling her tits for the camera and cleaned up the resulting mess, the couple was having another heart to heart discussion.

“I’m sorry, babe. I never thought something like this would happen to you. I guess growing up where… uh, this is… normal… has changed things more than I’d realized.”

Mary couldn’t help but look at Mark and feel better for it. He sat back on their bed, shirtless once again. Fuck he’s hot ran through Mary’s head as her eyes traced his thick beard and exposed muscles. “I know, baby. And it’s not like I blame you for that. We’re safe so much of the time, and I guess since we mostly just stick with our friends when we go out, we’ve just been isolated from the change. I knew some of the stuff that was happening to Angela and Lacey, but I didn’t realize that it was so… normal.”

“Yeah,” Mark grunted in response, “it’s wild.”

They sat in silence for a moment. Mary whispered back first. “I love you, babe. I hope you know that, no matter what I have to do.”

“I love you too.”

“I’ve got to go, ok? I promise I’ll tell you everything as soon as we get back this evening.”

“Alright. But if I don’t hear from you by 7:00 I’m booking a flight down there.”

Mary smiled. “Be safe, love. Talk to you soon.”

“Ok, babe. Talk to you soon.”

Mary ended the call. A sudden scraping noise as the current was drawn back caused Mary to squeal and turn around, accidentally knocking her phone over in the process. Talia walked back into the changing booth with a surprised look on her face. “Aaaw, can you still not put them on? I guess your benefactor really must be huge to counteract my order from so far away.”

“I just can’t. That fucking bitch won’t let me put anything on if I don’t… Uuuugh!” Mary stomped her feet, her body pleasantly jiggling as she did so.

Talia giggled at the sight, making Mary blush. Then her eyes went catlike again. “So are you going to ask me?”

“What?” Mary responded shortly, clearly showing her frustration.

“If you can lick my pussy?” Talia calmly replied, shifting her weight from one heel to the other. The tight slacks she wore showed her off nicely but professionally, and she smiled even wider as she watched the stacked brunette in front of her falling to pieces. “You clearly have to get somebody off to put those on. And I know you have to put those on. So I know you want that someone to be me.”

Mary’s face flushed bright red as she looked away from the sharp eyes seeing right through her. Her eyes darted around the room, trying to avoid looking at the thin, toned girl whose eyes were batting her around like a discarded cat toy. “Um, I- I just, um—”

“I won’t order you to. You’ll do it because you want to.” Talia said confidently, smirking at the blushing woman trying desperately to look away. Talia loved watching sweethearts like Mary squirm. She decided to keep encouraging the busty woman almost entirely naked in front of her. “Look,” Talia said more kindly, “I get it. You seem like a lovely person. You read the same books that I do, which means you have excellent taste, and your simple wedding band tells me that you have a big, strong guy back home you absolutely adore. You are a polite in a genuinely nice way, so it’s not surprising to me that there’s you no reason to push you around aside from your looks. And I bet your husband is the kind of guy who looks tough enough to keep most people from thinking twice about doing that.”

That made Mary chuckle. “He can be scary when he needs to be.”

“I bet.” Talia responded almost wistfully, “My first boyfriend was like that too. But, as you may have guessed, I have to fuck a pretty massive dick to keep my status for this job, and the routine ‘sharing’ was too much for him.”

“Oh… Well, you’ll find someone new, I’m sure.” Mary’s words were sympathetic, but she understood the guy’s position. She doubted Mark would accept that kind of status quo either.

Talia nodded. “Oh, I have. I’m dating a shrimp right now, which is sooo much fun.”

Mary almost tilted her head in confusion. “Um, a shrimp?” She almost stuttered on the final words. She’d never heard someone talk so dismissively about their partner’s size before.

Talia nodded again. “Yeah, he’s sooo small. But he’s really sweet and he’s super funny. It’s a nice change of pace to be able to wear the pants in the relationship.”

Mary hesitated to think what that would be like for the poor man given what Talia had done to Jen and Lacey in the lobby.

Talia continued, “So, are you going to eat me out?” She stepped into Mary’s personal space, the busty brunette tottering unsteadily back on her skyscraper heels until she was cornered against the wall.

Mary blushed profusely as she stammered out a response, “I-I-I don’t know… I don’t really want to—”

“Oh, would you rather lick one of your friends? Why don’t I call them all in here then?” Talia turned to go, intentionally putting a bit more bounce in her step than usual. Mary’s eyes flicked down to her tight pants and took in the movement more readily than she’d expected.

“Wait!”

Talia turned back around smiling. “Then ask nicely.”

Mary’s cheeks could not have been brighter red as she demurely whispered what Talia hoped to hear. “Can I please, um, lick your pussy?”

“Good girl. Of course you can.”