The assistant from the club

Hearing her name called out, Vyki looks out past through the imposing throng of men inching towards her. Looking through them, none of their hungry faces seemed to fit the soft, feminine voice that called out. Until, she spots a few blonde curls peaking above the crowd from the back.

Still feeling panic wash over her as she tries to figure out how acting so much like Daddy’s good little slut has gotten her in position of picking out a bukkake porn flick in front of a group of horny, lonely men trying to figure out how she can walk out of here in character without enact the video as if it were some sort of perverse fantasy for her. Seeing hair that was clearly not one of the dirty, **** men, the large curls screamed out from over their heads this was not the typical member of this group. She could see them bouncing forward as she heard the same soft voice speaking out to them, “sorry, Sir... pardon me, Sir... thank you, Sir...”

The sea of men seem to part as a fluffy, floating cloud of pick lace seemed to fall through the crowd. “Oh, goodness!” the display of femininity called out as she locked eyes with Vyki, “it is actually you, Miss Vyki!! I thought I recognized those sultry eyes!” Strutting cautiously forward on pink, platform, Mary Jane shoes that fed up into white thigh high stockings whose garter clasped fell inches below the taffeta raised hemline that shot out almost a foot to either side of her hips it was raised so far with crinolines. The dress seemed to mimic some sort of perverse baby doll’s Easter dress as it was covered in lace and frills of white and baby pink coming in tightly at her waist before expanding up into short, puffed, capped sleeves that led up to a cute bow at her neck nearly obscuring a pink collar. Above that was a well made up face that was capped by cascades of large blonde curls flowing over her shoulders down her back.

Staring at the oncoming cutie, Vyki’s panicked brain was grasping trying to place her slightly familiar face but seemed to be shrouded in her clouded mind. Just before the excited girl approached Vyki she threw her hands up in a big hug, but not before her fluncy skirts followed the upward trend of her hands releasing a quick peak of her panties. However, in that instant of reveal, Vyki’s brain latched onto the pink lace front as a glint from the overhead lights reflecting from beneath the lace captured Vyki’s eye. Vyki couldn’t process by the time the elevated girl wrapped her arms around Vyki in a large hug, that Vyki could only return by grasping around her tied waist feeling the large bow behind her as Vyki tried to not be toppled over from the influx of moment.

“Alright!” shouted a guy from the crowd, “now we can paint both of them!”

“Okay, that’s enough guys,” Mack finally spoke up, “I’m all for tormenting the poor girl and threatening her wildest fantasies, but you all know I’m not about to risk getting shut down for you freaks to get your rocks off as some slut‘s fantasy in the lobby. So go back to looking at your perusal, find something to spank it to, but give the girls some room; don’t need you scaring them off completely.”

Pulling back, the girl had a wide, giddy smile as she looked at Vyki. In that instant, with her panic slightly lowering as the guys shuffled & mumbled away, the girl’s soft eyes, soft voice, and metal cage finally clicked a memory from last night from her deep recesses of her mind, “Catherine?”

The girl giggled, “close,” before correcting Vyki, “it’s ‘Caroleta’.”

“The assistant from that club?” Vyki asked trying to make sure she was remembering right.

Caroleta giggled again, loving watching the vacant girl’s face twist as she tried to think up facts, “yes, Mistress’s club, Miss Phit’s. She let me be her assistant for her big bash. I didn’t expect to see ya’ll here; did Mistress ask Daddy Lou to bring you out to play, too?”

“I don’t think so,” Vyki said a bit overwhelmed worried that Daddy had actually brought her out here and glanced over her shoulder in shock.

Lou laughed off the idea, “no, just not many places open this late to find an outfit for her,” he explained. “What ‘play’ did Phit send you out here for?” Lou asked, almost surprised to see Caroleta in something so flamboyant; he’d only ever seen her in more subdued outfits. Pink mind you, but nothing that screams ‘sissy’ so much in public.

“Ah, well, at the last minute of the auction, Mack outbid Mistress for my services. She was about to be outbid, but then he whispered something to her...” Caroleta visibly shivered, all her lace and hair shaking, amplifying the activity. “That evil grin and look in her eye still gives me chills.” Caroleta then giggled nervously. “Anyway, Mistress said I had to get dressed up in the frilliest finery to fulfill my function for his freaks...” Caroleta looked down as she swished around her skirts and dress, “and, well, here I am.” The blush clearly coming through her base make-up and even as she held her head to let the curls of her wig help hide her face.

“Ya,” Mack announced, “girl’s almost made back what I paid for her. Kept all these ingrates interested at least.” Mack said surveying all the customers staring at the (now 2) sluts up front in his store. “10 more minutes on your break, then back to work, sissy.”

“Yes, Sir,” Caroleta said sheepishly looking towards Mack. As she turned her head back, she stopped at Vyki and looked her up and down. “Your daddy got that for you?”

Vyki looked down at herself holding her pig tails back, “ya, somehow is more modest than what I had before.”

“Wow!” Caroleta said with honest surprised, “would have loved to seen that!! You were the talk of the club after you left! Very memorable even in that princess dress. You’d be famous in that get up.”

Vyki just blushed remembering how much she had done with Daddy at that dance club.

“What was it? some sort of nightie or something,” Caroleta asked nervously.

“Well,” Vyki looked back at Daddy Lou for some sort of relief, but he was just enjoying watching his girl talk to her friend, “it was dress, but it was so thin you could see my,” Vyki looked around and whispered, “nipples.”

Caroleta couldn’t help but giggle at this girl trying to almost sound modest and not say ‘nipples’ to loud, “oh that does sound, delicious!” Caroleta then played with Vyki's pigtails a bit, “you could look even cuter as a schoolgirl if you did your hair up a little more,” holding up the base higher on her head to get a preview of it, “maybe even braided!” Caroleta said excitedly.

“Oh, I’m not coordinated enough for that,” Vyki downplayed, “I just tossed these up.”

“I could help you,” Caroleta said holding Vyki’s hair up playfully.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to trouble you; you don’t have much time for a break,” Vyki tried to play it off, knowing she wanted to get home as soon as she could.

“Oh, just give me two minutes!” Caroleta said holding her hands, “I have some great ribons too.” Turning to Lou, “Daddy Lou, Sir, could I take her back and do up her hair?”

“Sure,” Lou said not wanting to get in the way of a budding friendship, “I’ll be happy to wait for princess to look even prettier. You go have fun, baby girl.”

Vyki was shocked again and caught off guard as Caroleta excitedly pulled Vyki behind her as she shuffled on her high platforms towards the back Vyki could only follow quickly behind her to keep from falling over. Caroleta even excitedly said behind, “oh, Miss Vyki, I can make it so cute! Even got the cutest ribbons! Gonna make you even hotter for Daddy Lou!”

As Vyki was pulled through the store, she could see the random guys’ eyes following them, and she kept her hand firmly on her skirt trying to keep from falling over as she kept up with the excitedly blonde in front of her.

Reaching the back of the store, Caroleta pulled the curtain open to a hallway with the sign “Viewing Rooms” above it. Walking into the dimly lit hall, Vyki could barely make out three doors to the right with a fourth door at the end of the hall with a glowing red “EXIT” above it.

Caroleta then rushed around Vyki and headed to the center door on the right, “I’m working out of this one.” Looking at the outside of the door as Caroleta opens it she can see an “Out of Order sign on it.

With the door open, Vyki could see the soft fluorescent lights showing a single chair in front of a shelf with a screen behind plexiglass. The shelf had a bevy of beauty products, ribbons, snack bars, mouthwash, and drinks. Caroleta stepped back and patted her chair, “welcome to my parlor, Miss Vyki,” Caroleta said with a giggle, “have a seat and relax.” Caroleta turned to pick up her hairbrush and some ribbons.

Vyki tentatively walked into the little room not much bigger than a closet and slid into the chair, trying to hold her skirt under her, but clearly feeling the plastic cushion rub against her bare thighs and ass. As she looked around the room, she could see random advertisements stuck to the wall with an odd assortment of adult services and some ranging in age with their faded print & outdated technology. The walls were also scratched with offers she would have normally only seen in the men’s room at a truck stop. However, there were some large holes in the side of the wall that appeared to indicate this structure had seen better days.

Caroleta then spun back around and began brushing out Vyki’s hair as she pulled out her scrunchies and tied them up with a white ribbon high on her head. “Miss Vyki, I have to say I was so excited to see you and Daddy Lou here!” Caroleta gossiped as she worked Vyki’s hair and started separating it into strands to braid, “the guys here are... okay. Kinda.... ookie, but you two were such a relief.”

Vyki asked, “why are you here again? I thought Mack bought a date with you.”

Caroleta blushed again as she started flipping hair around, “no, Sir won an evening with me in the auction. I didn’t know what he had planned when Mistress dressed me up, but I definitely didn’t expect to be.... working... in his video store like this. I’m glad it's not in a public place like a restaurant or a theater or something, but....” Caroleta said looking down at the walls, “wasn’t expecting this.”

Vyki could tell she was uncomfortable, so she switched topics to talk about her hair and what she was doing. Caroleta was describing it and going into more details, when she paused as they heard one of the other doors open. Vyki’s attention was captured when she saw a light shine through one of the holes in the wall; she was surprised to see the room in such disrepair as to the walls not even patched for such obvious breaks, but she assumed this place just didn’t make much money.

“Damn,” Caroleta said, “my break must almost be over; gotta hurry,” she mumbled as she quickly started flipping Vyki’s hair around and pulling the braid tight. Vyki could feel the glued wig pull her scalp but was glad the individual hairs were not pulling on her. Caroleta seemed to be moving at a frantic pass flipping Vyki’s hair around.