A simple outfit that hides the naughty underneath.

A look in the mirror tells what a complete sticky mess you are and all you can do is strip off every inch of your current nasty clothes. A smile hits your face as you scoop up the $400 that they tossed you and set it on the edge of the sink so you can get cleaned up. “We ain't waiting long whore.” You hear Spike call from the other room, and you speed up. After a super quick dip in the tub you put on a new coating of the same pink lipstick, black eyeliner, and mascara, pretty surprised at how quickly you get finished. Naked and clean you head back to the dresser to grab some clothes. They can't keep their eyes off of you, and as you pull on clothes you are pretty sure you are going to get fucked again before long. You start with another lacy shelf bra that doesn't cover your nipples, this one very dark blue and blue panties with a rather wide lace waistband and a patch in front but like the last pair the back has two straps up that go up the sides so your ass is again left completely bare. Next you pull on a pair of cute neon pink, orange, and lime green striped socks that you pull up to your knees. Over all of the naughty under garments you decide to go a bit more simple and go with a pair of ripped and distressed light blue jeans For a top you also stay simple and go with a tight bright orange shirt with a plunging neckline to show off your sexy tits. Last but not least you throw on a pair of sexy ankle boots that zip tight up the sides with wide 6” platform heels.

“Bout fucking time.” Sam says from the door as you skip up to them, tucking the cash in a pocket as you do. The heels do a good job of cutting down the difference in your heights, and he leans in as you walk past him to slip you a little peck on the cheek. A bit to much slobber in the kiss, but it still feels sweet, in a creepy sort of way as you walk past him and follow Spike down the hall toward the exit.

“And where do you think you are taking one of my girls?” The madam demands as the three of you approach the front door.

“We're going for a drink. Don't worry we won't break her. Promise.” Spike says.

“Ya we ain't finished with this little whore yet.” Sam adds, and gives you a slightly to hard slap on the ass.

“Fine, but don't forget I have all my girls equipped with a tracking device and bomb implant, and you didn't pay enough to cover her ****.” She responds, and you are pretty sure that little bit of information was aimed more at you than them.

“Ya ya, we know. Lighten up babe. We will be done with her in a couple of hours. I just couldn't be in that filthy room a moment longer.

“Filthy?” The madam asks.

“Ya you need to teach your bitches to keep their rooms clean.” Spike fires back. Right then you three finally reach the door and you step outside. “The black and red ride is mine. You are riding with me.” Spike says to you as the door clacks shut behind the three of you.

As the three of you reach the bikes it dawns on you that even if you are now this little slut, it is possible that the prototype you stole as Lynx is still where you left it, and if it is you might even be able to steal it again. Surely it is worth a lot of money to someone, even if you can't get it to the person that hired you. To do that you would have to make a getaway pretty quickly as they will surely go get it sooner rather than later. You also realize it is likely they already have. Still even if they stole your body to get your starting gear and stuff, it isn't like you know everything about the new body you are in. They might not know where you stashed it. “Get on the bike bitch. We ain't got all night.” Sam calls to you as he fires up his own huge motorcycle.

Spike hops on his and looks at you as well. “Coming?”