To finish what she started

Vyki wasn’t exactly thrilled at having to act like the horny slut just to get out of there, but at least they were scot-free, and no cops were involved. She was so lost in her thrill of pulling one over on that movie working, getting out of there, and Colin having to pay out cash to bribe him, she was surprised when she realized that Colin had guided her around to a walled off area next to the theater where machinery like compressors and transformers seemed to be hidden from the public’s view.

“You did good in there with him finally, girl, but your actions nearly cost us everything,” Colin said critically.

‘Her actions?!?’ Vyki thought to herself as it was pretty clear he was the one putting her in this situation. “Wha?” Vyki was exasperated before she felt a <zap>. “What, sir?”

“That!” Colin said pointing at her clearly frustrated, “that right there!”

Vyki looked around desperately, suddenly feeling very cornered.

Colin visibly took a large breath and closed his eyes before continuing more calmly. “I told you what my intention was and that in order for some good two-shoes not to call the cops on us, you needed to be the convincing eager submissive, sexy, slut, right?”

“Well, ya....” Vyki said again timidly until opened his eye wide at her and she spat out, “yes, Sir.”

“I don’t want to go to jail any more than you do, but that means you have to pull your wait and be the submissive slut I know you can. You have to leave no room for doubt to everyone else around us that you're ecstatically happy to be pleasing your partner in a fun and exciting way. You have to embody that and exude it, otherwise we will both be spending next year in a cell with men who will be happy to own our asses. And remember, they will NOT put us near each other so it's likely you will end up with someone not nice at all.”

Vyki almost scoffed at the idea of him being nice, but also knew it was absurd that there was no other option than to parade her around

He then grabbed a random panel of cardboard left behind and slid it over to a piece of grass that surrounded the slab the machinery sat on. “So, I’ve come to this little hideaway to give you one more quick lesson and opportunity to get it through your thick head you are going to be my sexy slut today or you are going to be someone’s bitch for a very, very long time.” He then stood next to the cardboard and faced it saying, “get on your knees and finish what you started while you play with yourself.”

It took Vyki a moment to realize he meant for her to give him a blow job while activating the gadget and she looked around in panic for some vantage point where someone might see this travesty when suddenly her crotch erupted in repeated shocks. Bending over in pain, she whimpered out “shit”.

“You better get on your knees and start playing with yourself or I’m sure we’ll start smalling a grilled wiener soon,” Colin warned smugly.

Visions of her rod being scarred with grill marks, drove Vyki to fall onto the improvised mat and spread her knees as she reached where the fake clit was at, and the pain moved quickly from sharp to a tormenting tickle before finally feeling almost numb. Vyki then looked up at her tormentor as he started speaking.

“Ya, find another sweet mode these modders added while you flirted with that reject,” Colin explained, “apparently, its set to that ‘zapping’ mode while the sensor isn’t activated and ‘vibrating’ when it is; these guys deserve a reward.”

Vyki thought he was bluffing and slowly moved her hand away from the apparatus while mimicking the motion and was met with a sudden <ZAP> as she returned her fingers immediately back to their stimulation.

Colin chuckled at that, “testing the validity of it, huh? Well, you need to learn that I am the one fully in charge here and whatever I say is gospel. You better stop treating me like some annoyance or inconvenience and start recognizing I am ‘Sir’ to you, and you know me as nothing else.”

Vyki was trying to be annoyed at his diatribe, but the stupid vibrations were sending too many exciting sensations through her body for her to process much, and too much of her mental power was being used just to focus enough to process his words.

“Who am I to you, slut?” Colin quizzed much to Vyki’s annoyance.

“Sir,” Vyki spurted out way too breathy behind her panting for her own comfort.

“And as far as you’re concerned, what is my name?”

“Sir,” Vyki said frustrated.

“So, if someone asks you who you answer to, who do you tell them?”

“You, Sir.”

“And who’s pleasure do you serve?”

Whimpering knowing what he was wanting, “you, Sir.”

“Why do you dress slutty?”

Vyki searched for an answer he had given her, but lacking anything in her addled brain, she surmised “to please you, Sir?”

“Good but try it again without the hesitation. Why do you dress like a slutty girl?”

“To please you, Sir.”

“And when we walk together, where do you prefer my hand to be?”

“My ass,” she whimpered knowing that is what he wanted to hear.

“We will keep doing this until you accept and enjoy your role. Try it again but you better answer convincingly for someone else to hear. Where do you like my hand when I’m near you?”

Vyki tried to take a deep breath as her body was actively trying to reach its pressure point and thinking what Paul would want her girl to say, she wantonly called out, “I like it when you grab my ass, Sir.”

“That’s right, slut.” Colin said with a grin, “and what was it you were greedily doing instead of watching the action flick?”

Knowing how a slut should respond she said almost proudly, “sucking your cock, Sir.”

“And kneeling, seclude before your Sir, what should you do?”

“Suck your cock, Sir,” Vyki replied feeling her internal pressure continuing to build as Sir continued to quiz her.

“Why?”

She knew it was because he would tell her to, but she knew that wasn’t the answer he would want. She also felt because he would want her to it was right, but in her growing lust she knew she needed to do better and fulfill the role more completely; she had a better answer and she knew it: “because a good girl wants to give her partner pleasure, Sir.”

Colin was visibly surprised by this answer, but quickly recovered his smirk and delved down this thread further as he lightly stroked the outside of his pants, “and why here?”

Vyki could tell he had been pleasantly surprised by her previous answer and felt a thrill from it and tried to please him again, “a good slut makes sure she is eagerly available anywhere, anytime, Sir.”

Colin felt there was something more here, but he just loved that she seemed to be volunteering derogatory answers and fished out his aching cock as he asked her, “and are you eager to suck my cock, slut?”

Vyki’s eyes dropped from Sir’s eyes to his cock and knew she should, “yes, Sir.”

“Why, slut?” he said as he stepped forward and gripped the back of her hair in the ball of his hand.

Vyki actively gasped as his hand pulled her head back and she saw his tepid cock move closer to her face. Letting something deep inside her, she responded “swallowing cum is the ultimate sign of pleasing your partner, Sir.”

Stroking his cock in front of her face, warming it up in the brisk air, he told her, “if you want it so bad, you better beg for, bitch, or you're going parading through this mall covered in my jizz.”

Vyki told herself this was to save everyone near her she loved, the role she had to play, even as her lust filled her mind and body as she pleaded out, “please, Sir, please let this cum slut show you how much she loves your cock and let her please your glorious power, Sir.”

“Cum slut, huh?”

Vyki panted out, “I wanna be a good cum slut, Sir!”

“Then suck away, slut,” Colin says. He could feel her actually pull against his grip. When he let go, her forehead nearly ran into his thigh before she seemed to eagerly gobble up his flexible flesh.

As she was sucking up and down his length, he could tell she seemed to be breathing very heavily and didn’t want her to nut out before she finished him. Griping her head mid-stroke, he could feel the vibration of her whimper travel down his cock as she looked up at him even as her tongue massaged the underside of his cock. “You cum before I do, slut and I’ll turn ass so red they’ll think your walking around with Christmas ornaments under your skirt.” As soon as he let go, she immediately got to work on his cock with almost more desperation.