Vyki gets re-energized

“That was something else,” Ashley commented to shell-shocked Vyki being guided gingerly by Caroleta down the stage’s steps. “She looked like she could use this,” Ashley said offering Vyki another glass of the pink concoction.

“I’m not so sure...” Caroleta started before Vyki reached out and chugged the whole glass.

“Thank you,” Vyki said handing the glass with only ice and a cream coating back to Ashley.

“Well then, where is our star off to?” Ashley asked, looking to Caroleta as Vyki was still closing her eyes breathing deeply.

“Mistress told me to get her freshened up for her Daddy.”

“’Daddy’ is it?” Ashley asked with a raised eyebrow. Placing the empty glass on a passing waiter’s tray, “let me help you out.” Taking position on the opposite side of Vyki, Ashley snarks, “maybe we can speed her recovery and get you back to your ‘Mommy’ & ‘Daddy’ sooner.” Together, the trio wound their way over to the powder room and set Vyki up on the padded bench near the sink while the freshened themselves up.

Upon hearing running water, Vyki was snapped enough out of her daze by nature's call and proceed to sashay herself over to a stall. Sitting to relieve herself in the very odd integrated bladder and tube to her Vadget felt odd, but expelling her liquids was a much higher priority. Cleaning up, she returned her thong and managed to sway her way over to the mirror where Caroleta was already applying some lip gloss.

“I don’t know what type of makeup you used, but it took an industrial work out and it barely shows,” she said as she turned to Vyki and blotted up some excess sweat & errant specs with a clean towelette.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Vyki was still amazed to see Katie’s handiwork largely intact. She was sure the pasty feel of her face was just an indication of the destruction of the cover up and reveal of her natural features, but luckily not only her foundation, blush, and even wig was looking relatively good. Although taking a second look at her hair, it was looking rather wild. She tried to tame it down with her hands and fingers, but it was having little effect but to almost frizz it out even more.

Thinking about her hair flailing about just sent her mind roaming back to what she had just been doing to earn the crown and sash she still had on. Focusing on the letters, it took her brain way too long to realize it was a reflection and finally put together the script was simply saying “Phit’s Princess”. The fear of being publicly punished by the club owner only to get lost in a mental haze of dancing and then ending on her hands and knees before the crowd. Everyone seeing her plugged ass on stage sent her back into a tizzy of “fuck, fuck, fuck!!” before burying her face in her hands.

At that moment Ashley returned from her own relief to meet the duo at the mirror. “What’s got Princess so distraught? Someone steal her glass slipper?” touching up her own makeup.

“She seems a little overwhelmed by her whole experience at Miss Phit’s.”

“Well, we are a bit of an odd crowd, but she seemed to fit right in.” Ashley said before grasping one of the lady’s hands and pulling it down so she can look her in the eye as she held her hand, “what’s got you so upset, babe?”

“I can’t believe I just did all that...” Vyki says still looking at the pretty stranger in the mirror. She knew it was her and she had attempted makeup in the past and she had seen Katie’s handiwork earlier, but just with how she acted and moved and what she had been doing she didn’t even know who this was. And while Ashley was stunning and Caroleta was cute but a bit more obvious, she was sure she was a blatant imposter and just made a fool of herself in front of everyone now having moved like a possessed slut and showed them all the toy buried in her ass. These girls seemed to want this or have this as a goal and here she was thinking she could just spend a few weeks practicing it and then put on an act and hopefully convince people on a lark. Tease and mess with people just to get them to believe it wasn’t really ‘Paul’. Then when the party fell through, she roped in a really nice guy to let her feel like she wasn’t a complete waste. And now here she is labelled a winner with these two genuine people trying to help her like some sort of attendants. It's just not fair to them.

“Hellooo...” Ashley said trying to get the hazy girl back from her far-off mental state. “Earth to Vyki come in Vyki.”

Vyki shook her head trying to get the cobwebs out, “sorry...” The sudden motion seemingly causing her mental focus to wane and lost her train of thought, “what were you asking?”

“You were just saying you couldn’t believe you did something...” Ashley stated, looking in the mirror as she fixed a loose hair. “then you just... spaced out.”

“Oh, sorry....” Vyki tried to collect her scattered thoughts. “I can’t believe I went up there and danced like that. And showed...”

“Wait are you saying you were actually embarrassed by that performance?!?” Ashley asked with a raised voice at Vyki’s reflection.

Vyki started to get flustered again as she tried to explain why she would be embarrassed but was cut off.

“Babe,” Ashley said looking at Caroleta, “leave us that lip-gloss, and go get ready for boss lady while I get Daddy’s girl here ready for her man.”

“K,” Caroleta responded handing the tube over to Ashley. Giving Vyki a big hug before sighing, “Mistress has her quirks, but she enjoys her play & seems to approve of you.” Stepping back, she gave a small yelp, “she said I finally get relief; God, I need it! Wish me luck!”

Giggling Ashley replied, “good luck, you freak!”

Caroleta replied with chuckling, “later, bitch!” as she mooned the room on her way out.

Vyki was still trying to wrap her head around everything but was feeling at a loss with her closest thing to a friend walking out of the room and leaving her with someone that had threatened to stab.

Moving to stand in front of the stunned lady, Ashley handed her an Atarax and cup of water, “first, take a literal chill pill.” When Vyki hesitated, Ashley gave her a stern look with an explanation, “it will help relieve some of this anxiety you got going on.” After she swallowed, Ashley took the wand of the sexy if not youthful gloss and coated Vyki’s plump lip as she talked to her. “You may have been brought up more conservative or just timid, but trust me, girl, you were on fire out there and you had the crowd eating out of the palm of your hands. Ya, you’re no ‘Mary’ or ‘Cary’, but they’re touring strippers; they’re like the 1% of 1% and this is all the got. 5 years from now and they’ll he has been.” Stopping for a moment, she looked at Vyki with a bit of realization.

Vyki was worried about what she was scheming, but luckily Ashley had other things revelations in her head, “k, growing up someone may not have taught you how visually appealing you could be sexually?”

Vyki answered with an honest shake of her head that she hadn’t as most average boys weren’t.

Turning to look at herself in the mirror, Ashley related some insights, “growing up I was a bit of a jock guy. Not like alpha or super popular, but not nerd or anything. I was always fascinated by the girls and chased for the hottest ones just like any other red-blooded boy.” Fixing her hair and a bit of makeup, she continued, “several years ago, I started to get interested in dressing up in isolation. Before I knew it, I was experimenting with posting pictures.” Stepping back and looking at herself in the mirror, “unlike some of the gurls out there, I was kinda of kidding myself, but one of the things I enjoyed about it is I could make the girl in the mirror do whatever I want. No worries about hurting her feelings, no getting slapped.... no rejection.”

She struck a pose, “I could dress her up in cosplay! Or I could have her flash her tits,” she pulled down her shirt to a nipple before quickly returning, “or shake her ass,” she said turning her but to the mirror and twerking a bit. “And she’d do it without any complaints. Any lingerie, any shoes, any hair, never complain about her period, never claim a headache, never say it was too far.” Looking at Vyki in the mirror, “she was my personal barbie / slut / sex doll and I loved it.” Turning her body to look Vyki straight on “but best of all, I learned that other people loved it, too, and they were willing to pay for pictures of it.”

Vyki looked at her with pure amazement that she was really able to do all that and disconnect so much.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong. It was not an overnight thing, and it took a LOOOOOoooooooong time to convince myself not to listen to the trolls.” Bowing her head for a moment before turning to look at herself in the mirror again. “I thought it was a silly thing, but from my football days I remembered hyping myself up for being a winner, so I did the same thing with this. Each time I got dressed up, I’d look at the girl in the mirror and tell myself, ‘I’m beautiful; I’m a hot sexy girl; Guys want me’ stuff like that. Eventually, I started to consider it might work, then I found myself actually getting better at it & looking pretty, then I got comfortable with it. Before I knew it, I was paying for an advanced hobby.”

Vyki found herself just getting lost in Ashley’s words as her mind seemed to get foggy again and it was easier just to listen rather than try to find some way to fight it.

“What I’m trying to get it at is I was finally able to accept I can enjoy people looking at me. I can enjoy being hot.” Looking again at Vyki in the mirror, “it may be because I didn’t have all the years of hang ups growing up as a girl and I have the ability to largely defend myself, and not like society really expects it of me; it’s a choice and fun for me. But there’s no reason you couldn’t too. You can buck your taught behavior too and embrace your inner sexy slut like you did earlier; if someone gets uptight about you being too sexy or hot for a woman of your age, fuck ‘em! As long as who you’re with enjoys it, enjoy it!” Turning again to look at Vyki with a sly grin, “and I know Lou was enjoying it.”

This caused Vyki to blush and shake her head profusely at it.

“I’m serious.” Ashley said, turning to look at her sternly. “That man is a nice guy and he’s not going to **** or push anything on you, and frankly, if you haven’t discussed it, no matter how much he wants it, he’s not going to bring it up unless you do. And I promise you, that man would rock your world in a heartbeat. But that man will drop you off with a huge set of blue balls at your doorstep and walk away all chivalrous or what not. Even though you may want him to take the opportunity and throw you against the wall and fuck your brains out, he won’t even attempt it unless you beg for it.” Ashley giggles, “or hell, just jump his bones. He’ll accept it. Goodness knows he can stop you if he doesn’t want it. But he’s so hot for that sexy ass of yours, he wouldn’t refuse.”

Vyki finally found some words as she shook her head, “he’s not hot for me.”

At that moment, there was a knock at the main door as a waitress stuck her head in, “ah! There you are Ashley! Jim & Bart are getting buried behind the bar. Boss lady is getting frustrated; you better get back there before they blow it.”

“Fuck. Should have known the natives would get thirsty for more.” Ashley cursed under her breath. “I’ll be there in a moment. Let me just princess here set, and I’ll save the day.... again.”

“Modest greatness; its why we love you,” the waitress sarcastically says as she heads back out.

“I’ve seen the way Lou looks at you and when you’re moving like that, he’s all in. You may just be having fun, but tonight, in this place, you need to make sure that man is taken care of. You seem to have finally calmed down so take a moment to clean up.” Lifting Vyki up to stand straight to look in the mirror. Standing behind her to speak directly into her ear over should, “revel in your reflection, say a devotional to the hot girl in the mirror, make that sexy slut do what any red-blooded man would want her to do, and go see your Daddy.”

Staring in the mirror, Vyki looked at the woman staring back at her. Could she really do it? Should she? She’s not sure how long she stood there, but she suddenly noticed Ashley had left without her seeing it and she was all alone. Realizing she was alone; she could feel her nerves racking. Remembering what Ashley said, she figured she’d try the only devotional she could think of and tried her vocal training:

“I am beautiful. I am wonderful. I am sexy. I am powerful.” That seemed to actually help and was easier than she thought, so she continued. “I should enjoy pleasure from my own body. I should enjoy giving pleasure to my partner.” She found herself a little **** but told herself it was just to make herself more comfortable; take the stress off. “I am a good girl. It's okay to be a slut.” Just psyching herself for the part. “Good girls enjoy pleasing themselves. good girls enjoy pleasing others. good girls love to cum. good girls love cum.” the practiced words were coming easier now. “I want to be a good slut. cum sluts love pleasure. I am a good cum slut.” Looking at the girl saying that and hearing her voice, was starting turn her on.

The practiced words tripped right off her tongue, “A good girl is kind and obedient. A good girl wants to please.” That is what she always wanted from her partners and know the girl in the mirror would say it for her, she kept her going, “A good girl likes to be submissive. A good girl wants to bring pleasure to their partner.” Yes! That is what she wanted from a partner. “A good girl wants to do whatever she can to make her partner happy. I want to be a good girl. I am a good girl.” And the girl in the mirror would do this for her. She suddenly felt a vibration building in her lower groin. “A good girl wants their appearance to please their partner.” Lou has been liking this. “A good girl will dress however pleases their partner.” Lou picked out this dress; it makes him happy. “Looking sexy shows her partner how ready and accepting she is.” She does look sexy; she should accept it. “Dressing slutty for their partner shows others how much they love their partner.” Miss Phit and Ashley know she cares for Lou.

The buzzing in her Vadget started to go up and down in intensity just adding to her building arousal “A good girl can be a slut. A good girl wants to give pleasure. A slut enjoys giving pleasure. A slut enjoys feeling pleasure.” This girl can show that. “A good slut makes sure she is eagerly available anywhere, anytime. I want to be a good slut. I am a good slut.” A good slut girl is so hot. “The ultimate sign of pleasure is cum. Cum is something every good girl should want. Cum is filled with pleasure and hormones and power.” Just hearing the hot girl say ‘cum’ was adding to her excited

She just let words keep going. “A cum slut is a good girl who enjoys cum. Consuming cum is the ultimate sign of pleasing your partner.” The pressure of the past week of edging continues to rise and she drives herself to finish her training lines “Cum is so precious it should never be lost or wasted.” Just thinking of how hot its been to watch Molly devour Paul’s cock all these years something in her eyes in the mirror remind her of the hunger in Molly’s. “A good cum slut consumes all her partner's cum.” The utter joy and rapture on Molly’s face when she takes it all; she can feel herself getting so close as the vibrations bounce forward and back. Vyki continues as she stares into her own dilating eyes “I want to be a good cum slut. I am a good cum slut.” She can feel her pressure building high and higher as the vibrations keep going, she repeats “I want to be a good cum slut. I am a good cum slut.” Seeing the girl in the mirror panting, so close. Vyki could feel herself wanting to push forward, frustrated why it won’t happen when she finally registers that the vibrations stopped. She can’t feel the physical stimulation is just gone. She rubs her hips and tries to twist to get more stimulation, but what little bit she’s getting from her plug and through the prosthetic in front just seems to tease her further.

In a hormone and **** filled haze, her frustration builds until she finally stomps her foot like a petulant child and yells the last phrase in her mind in frustration, “I want to be a good cum slut.”

Standing there and catching her breath for a moment, her Vadget suddenly pulses quickly only seeming to tease her further. Something in brain finally registers the only person that could be doing it is Lou as he still has her phone & control of her app. Another set of quick pulses go through her, and she suddenly realizes Daddy is trying to get her attention.

Remembering what Ashley said and not wanting to displease her partner, Vyki steps out of the private washroom and steps out into the club. Her mind still fogged, she can make out the private tables to the right with the crowd of dancing and partying throng of mismatched people in various states of copulating between her and the table. Glancing around briefly, she can see a door propped open discreetly to her left with an external alleyway visible beyond it.