Invite her shopping with you

You try not to be too distracted by her magnificent plump ass. If you're going to make her into your co-slut, you have to be strategic.

So you continue to feign normalcy. "So, are you doing anything right now? Do you want to come with me and do some shopping? We can catch up."

"Well..." Rebecca thinks about it for a bit. She wouldn't need to think about it if she knew the fun you were going to have. "I've got a bit of a meeting with a potential client..." She's still pondering.

If only she knew that tomorrow she was going to go to work, suck her boss's cock and tell him she's quitting to become a full time bimbo slut, she wouldn't care about meeting with any stupid clients. She wouldn't care about her work. She'd only care about her true calling. You want to tell her this. Surely she has to know. With those tits, she has to understand that she's meant to be someone's bimbo slut.

"But it doesn't really look likely anyway." Rebecca's lips slowly curl into a smile. "I don't think I'm gonna nab this client. Maybe I can blow him off."

And you're happy. After all, if Rebecca is blowing off work for you, she must really enjoy your company. If she only knew that soon she'd be enjoying your tongue. Maybe that was a come on earlier. Most people don't skip work to catch up with someone they haven't seen in years.

"What are we shopping for, luv?" She asks. And you're sick and tired of being coy. So you just hand her your list. She starts to read through it, looking confused at first, then slowly clarity washes itself across her expression. "This is all... this is all sex stuff?"

Now you lick your lips, staring at her. She'd better notice that it's definitely a subtle come on from you.

And you know that no is the moment. If she's not into it, she'll make some judgment and go away. But if she is...

She smirks. "Caroline, I never knew you were a bad girl."

You shrug. "I'm becoming one. More and more every day. And this stuff will help."

Rebecca's eyes look over your body. You notice them trail down your neck, past your C-cups, stomach and hips. There's no denying it. She wants you. And you want her. She's so fucking beautiful, just standing there in the street, wind blowing through her dreads.

She has another question. "Does that turn you on? The idea of changing yourself so men will find you sexier?"

At first you wonder why she's asking. Is she judging? Is she playing amateur psychologist? Then you realize, she's looking for common ground. Of course. There's no way you failed to notice those massive tits when you worked with her. They have to be new. "Like you don't know that feeling" you say, gesturing toward her chest.

She blushes a little. "Oh, well... my ex, back in England thought, um, it would be sexy for me to... enhance myself a little."

"Did you feel sexy?" you ask, taking a step closer, closing the gap between the two of you.

"I don't know. Not as much as I'd hoped. I mean, we ended up divorcing so..."

You shake your head. How sad. "I'll tell you the problem" you say to Rebecca, reaching out a hand and placing it on one of her tits. She doesn't step back. She doesn't resist. "You need a man who's not just going to transform your body, but transform your mind. If you've got those beautiful things, you need to be taught how to make the most of them."

Rebecca stares at your hand that's currently groping her left tit. Then she looks up at you, her eyes big, lost, ****. It's as if touching her has turned her into a bowl of horny jell-o. She trembles. "Do you have such a man?"

"Yes" you answer proudly. "Rebecca. I don't want you to just come shopping with me. I want you to drop everything in your life and be with me... with us. I want you to be me co-slut in life. And if I come home and bring you for my master, he'll be so happy. He'll reward me... us."

You can see so many thoughts running through Rebecca's mind. Her eyes gloss over. You're asking her to make a huge decision, right here, on the street. "H...how will he reward us? Will he kiss us? Will he fuck us?"

You laugh. She really has a lot to learn. "First he'll probably slap us."

Rebecca's eyes open wide, shocked, then glossing over with naughty thoughts. "Hard?"