"Missy"

"MISSY!" Nicole shouts, and a girl walks out into your front room to join you.

You're shocked. You weren't expecting this. Missy is gorgeous in every way that Nicole wants to be. She has a pink mohawk, a pierced nose and lip and about a million piercings in her left ear. She has a military satchel draped across her body, which you can see quite well since she's just wearing a black sports bra and a pair of tiny jean shorts, is covered in tattoos. Down one arm are various shapes and skulls and you think you see a dragon in there. On her back is a snake tattoo. On her thigh is a black heart, dripping.

She's incredibly sexy. And also slightly intimidating. "So, you're the husband?" She says, somewhat accusatorily, but then giving you a big smile. "It is awesome what you are letting her do with herself. And I'm glad you're here so you can help. We're about to start the training."

This is a lot to take in. Missy's body. Her attitude. The way your wife stares at her with stars in her eyes. You wonder how she payed for those tattoos today.

"Training?" You're curious about that last word.

"Yeah." Missy seems excited. "If she's going to become an alt bitch fuck slut, she's going to need to do more than just spreading her legs. I've designed a daily training regiment for her. And you want to help, right?"

Of course you do. You decide to go with whatever is about to happen. If this is what Nicole wants and presumably this is what you want, then Missy seems like a pleasant enough person to be calling the shots for a while.

She reaches into her satchel and pulls out a huge, 9 inch strapon. "Great, this is the start of week one which is for..."