Get Her Something To Wear

"Well, if this little whore came here to steal our customers," declared the Twi'lek ignoring Fennec shaking her head in a futile attempt to deny it, "then she can help us get some new ones." That got a cheer from the women in leather and latex.

"Let's see" Mistress tapped a long, red nail against pearly teeth that shown bright against her dark-blue skin while she considered Fennec. The binders that trapped the woman's hands between her shoulder-blades **** her toned torso to stand up straight and push her modest chest out. Those modest breasts, like her trim backside, still glowed red from a fierce spanking. Her subject wiggled, trying unsuccessfully to find a direction she could turn to hide her pubic curls from scrutiny.

"She'll need a proper tax medallion," concluded the Twi'lek. "Trixie has been wanting a night off; she can use hers. Of course, she'll need something to wear it on. Maybe shoes too. And we'll need to do something with that boring face and..." Her eyes traveled the length of Fennec's bare body. "And a whole bottle of depil cream."

Fennec blinked in surprise. Did she really say 'something to wear'? Right now she'd get down on her knees and praise them if they gave her so much as a bikini. She eagerly trotted after the latex-clad rutian beauty, following through the side door to the club. Any concern at what could await her, was overpowered by her gratitude to having something, anything, to wear.

Two minutes later, Fennec regretted that decision. She regretted both what they gave her and what they took.

The first thing they gave her was garish glittering eyeshadow and ruby-red lips sprayed on in heavy layers when an automated cosmeticon was pressed to her face. The second was the same platform heels all of the girls wore. Third was a tall, stiff leather collar with her tax medallion dangling from a ring in the front. That was it. Between those, Fennec was more bare now than before. They had gleefully covered her in depil from her collar to her heels. Wherever it was wiped off, the tingling cream took every hair with it, leaviing her skin soft and sensitive. To her chagrin, Fennec discovered her body reacting to even the flow of air over her newly denuded skin.

Mistress stroked the name Candy spelled in glittering rhinstones on Fennec's collar. "Don't you look like a sweet little treat!"

With an evil giggle, she attached a leather leash to the ring and pulled Fenec out the door and down the alley. She tried to resist, but a life spent in combat boots or the occasional kitten heel left her ill prepared for the balancing act of combining stilletos with kilometer high platforms. She could only manage to stay vertical by taking the tiniest steps, but Mistress didn't slow down. She was **** to follow the Twi'lek in a silly little trot that sent her boobs and ass bouncing. Her more sensitive skin was eagerly reacting to the jiggling sensations.

With one final pull, she was tottered back onto the main street. "Time to face the public!"