Boring days, wild nights

For the remainder of the week, Lexi had to slog through the doldrums of the office throughout the day, but after work, she got to let the whore out to play. And play she did. Whether it was having her clothes torn off and then get triple teamed on the pool table at a dive bar on Monday, sneaking into the men's locker room at the gym on Tuesday and not getting out of there until just before the gym closed, or showing up in a microskirt and bikini top at a Sexaholics Anonymous meeting on Wednesday, her weeknights were full of cocks, cum and depravity. She chose to hit the gym again Thursday, but only to work out, as she wanted to rest up for Friday night's festivities. It was important for her to be at her best for that. The shop was after all where her awakening happened.

The clothes and other things she'd ordered had arrived, and when Friday finally arrived, she had everything figured out. She took half the day off at work, to give herself extra time. Once home, she stripped naked, showered, then covered her naked body in body glitter lotion. After that the hair and make up, heavy and dark and slutty, not a shred of subtlety. Next came the outfit: The top, a black string bikini, the triangles that covered her tits only slightly larger than her areola, leaving most of her ample breasts on display, top, sides and underboobs. This was followed up by a pair of tight, tiny little black booty shorts, the phrase "SPANK ME!" written across the back. The shorts leaving about half the bottom of her cheeks, and enough of the tops to reveal a bit of butt crack. Next came the knee high boots, black and shiny, with steel 6" stiletto heels, and the fronts of the boots coming up higher, to cover her knees, that portion of the boots even padded, the perfect slut boots. After that came the padded gloves, as she planned to spend a lot of time down on all fours. After that came the studded collar, along with a leash, the chain dangling tantalizingly between her breasts. Finally the waist chain, with the word SLUT dangling from it, each letter independently connected.

She looked herself over in the mirror and grinned. She looked every bit like the filthy little slut she is. Lexi looked at her rear in the mirror, giggling and smacking herself on the ass. She giggled a little, realizing the boots covered more of her body than any other article of clothing she was wearing. And with that she was ready, so she grabbed her purse and headed to the subway. The train was semi-crowded, there were seats available, but she had no interest in sitting down. Instead she stood near a pole, and as the train started moving, she began doing a little pole dancing, eyeing her fellow travelers and grinning, bending over and sticking her ass out towards them. Unlike the first night at the shop, there was no trepidation, no nervousness. She knew what she wanted now, and wanted everybody to know exactly what that was. It wasn't long before the train started filling up, and happily, more than a few filled the request written on her shorts, leaving her ass stinging oh so delightfully. The ridiculously shameless little fuckpuppy enjoying all the attention. The stares, the spankings, the gropings. Somewhere along the way, someone pulled her top up, fully revealing her tits. She left it there until she got to her stop. Fixing her top, she steps off the train, and before she gets out of the station she receives a few more smacks on the ass.

From there, it was a full six blocks to the shop, a decent walk, in a very not decent part of town. She begins walking, the extra sway in her step partly from the height of her heels, partly intentional. Her shoulders back, standing tall, pushing her chest out. She was a woman on a mission. The walk there was not entirely uneventful, with variety of hands of strangers smacking her ass. And there were also a few offers from men who quite reasonably mistook her for a prostitute, a notion she did not dissuade them from. She managed to not only make an extra $500 ($50 a suck, you do the math) by the time she reached the store, but also made some pleasant memories behind a few dumpsters, as well as making her thankful for the padding in her boots. Finally she reaches the front door of the shop, and smiling, cum dripping from her heavily painted lips, she opens the door, wondering just what's in store for her tonight.