A trashy strip club whore

"You always had a way with words, V. If that's what you think you should be wearing..." I concentrated on her phrasing, letting the ring find the outfit she truly meant. I was soon met with my usually modest girlfriend reduced to a pleasing eye candy show. Veronica enjoyed the experience much less than me and my Bitch.

Veronica's casual outfit quickly tightened. Displaying every curve and fold of her still gyrating form. Her plain white t shirt began to gain some color, brightening to a neon green. Veronica was almost thankful to see sleeves start to grow down her arms but balked when she felt the tight hem crawling higher up her torso and ending on her underboob, slightly supporting her modest chest. Tiny holes started to form across the whole top, growing and shaping until it was a fishnet pattern. The sleeves stayed pulled long by hooking around their wearer's thumbs. Veronica's dance led her hands to play with and squeeze her new exposed chest. Her bra seems to have changed into a pair of glittery, nude pasties.

Below her thrusting waist, the legs of her shorts continued to tighten and rise, revealing more pale thigh until her bottoms became a high waisted pair of panty shorts in an orange that complemented her obnoxious top. She could feel the thin strip of fabric dig into her crack and press against her exposed clit. She realized her simple cotton panties were gone, and the silky lace that now teased her made her slutty body squirm even more. Veronica was **** to bend at the waist and reach down to her ankles, grabbing them and posing so I could see how little of her cute ass was covered. From this pose I watched her leg muscles tighten as the simple lo-tops she was wearing sprung 5 inch heels and hardened into a pair of sparkly pink pumps. Veronica felt her waist straighten quickly, causing her lifted tits to juggle and sway for me, her shoulders rocking to add to the motion. Veronica yelp in pain as large, dangling hoops ripped through her earlobes and a dangly charm was pierced through her navel.

As the final accessories started appearing on my ex she found her voice again, fear tainting her previous authority. "Now Peter, stop this right now! The police will be here soon, and I can't be looking like this!" Her hands playfully spanked her twerking ass to emphasize her point, but it fell on deaf ears. I was only watching the thick makeup apply to her panicked face. She usually wore just enough that her co-workers wouldn't think she was suddenly ill, and the occasional red lipped look for past date nights. This look was far past her comfort zone. Her lips were a bright pink like her shoes, contoured to have a perfect pout and glossy shine. Her eyes seemed wider from their heavy, green eye shadow. Her long lashes fluttered and felt heavier from the clumpy mascara. Her eye brows were arched in a look of innocent shock that matched her current expression. A pleasing blush painted her cheeks, and a splash of glitter covered her whole body. All the apartment needed was a pole.

I was fully satisfied with the new look for my ex and on cue, the Ring Slut tightened her throat around me, milking my full load into her belly, her satisfied mewling vibrated up my shaft as she popped off the head. My whole rod was literally bone dry from her eager lips. "Oh my god, Ringmaster! You taste soooo yummy." She scooped some stray spunk from the corner of her mouth and sucked it greedily between her pillowy lips. I could feel myself quickly harden again. Before I could make another move, there were three solid knocks on the door. Veronica looked smug despite having to gaze up from through her spread legs.

I calmly approached and opened the door, greeted by two officers: a man and a bitch. She had a stern green eyed stare, her fiery hair in a professional bun. Beneath her uniform, a strong, athletic build supported her luscious curves, definitely better than my current plaything. "Hello, officers. What can I do for you?" I grinned wickedly as my plan wrote itself.