Shopping spree

"Faye! There you are! I thought you got cold feet and ran! I've been looking everywhere for..." Tiffany said, before seeing Paul try to sneak out of the private booth. She smiled. "Oh. I see you are getting the hang of things."

"Don't be mad. He was so charming and sweet, and he insisted it was private between me and him." she said, feeling bad that Tiffany wasn't going to get a cut. She felt a tap on her shoulder. Faye turned around to see the huge bouncer that was in charge of the private rooms. He pulled out a huge wad of money, and stripped off two 20's and a 10. Faye almost forgot that she got paid just for entering the booth, and not what she did inside. She took the bills, and thanked him. Tiffany looked at her, her eyes wide.

"Really?! Normally girls get 70%, unless they earn more on their own..." she said, a mischievious grin parting her face. Faye blushed badly. Guess she wasn't as quiet as she thought she was. "Well then, I suppose we can get out of here and move on to the VIP room. Seems you are a bit more willing to do this than I thought." Faye was, at first, a little insulted. She wasn't some cheap tramp! It was then it occurred to her, that she really wasn't. She'd only been here an hour, and had made almost $800 dollars.

"We've got to get out of here, though. The lingerie store closes in an hour. That get up works fine out here, but the VIP room has a bit more...specific tastes." she said. Faye couldn't imagine what she meant. Tiffany looked like she just walked off the set of Baywatch. Still, she followed her outside, and hopped back into her car. They tore out of the parking lot, and down the street. The Sun was setting, and Faye squinted as it reflected off of the luxury car's hood. Ten minutes later, they pulled into the parking lot of "The Madame's Chest," a combination lingerie store and sex shop. Faye had driven by it a few times, but had no reason, until now, to go in.

For some reason, she was more nervous in here than in the strip club. She knew that all her friends had been here, buying outfits to surprise their boyfriends, and the presence of the "private theaters" had gotten the place raided a few times when the town's holy rollers complained about "rampant sodomy" in the booths. "Pick out a set of stockings, white or black, and some nice looking black heels. Nothing trashy. I'll see if they have some corsets that'll look good on you." she said. Also, pick out a nice choker with a small ring. Nothing vinyl. Get a good one. Oh, and take this." she said. Faye turned to her, seeing her holding a small pill in her hand. Her defenses instantly went up. She knew the reputation strippers had for doing drugs. "Oh, for God's sake relax. Its a morning after pill. Take it when you wake up. I already know you need it, so this'll save you a trip to the pharmacy."

Faye took the pill, and realized that if she was going to do this, really do this, she'd have to get on regular contraception. The cold, impersonal pharmacy people would pass it out to her; but she knew that they'd know if she came in asking for the morning after pill three or four times a week...

Tiffany picked out two corsets for her to try on; a black and red one and a black and emerald green one. Faye really liked the look of the red one, but once Tiff held it up to her, she shook her head. "Too hooker." she said. Faye insisted she try both on. "Alright, but I think I know what I'm talking about." she said. Tiffany followed her into the changing room. Faye looked at her, a little self conscious. "Oh, come on! I licked your pussy earlier." she whispered. Faye stopped, at looked at herself in the mirror. How different she was, just this morning, before she served those appetizers at Knockers. She peeled her clothing off, and when she was bending and struggling to get into the corsets, was suddenly thankful that an extra set of hands was in the room.

Ten minutes later, they emerged. "Well, you were right." she said. The emerald and black corset look absolutely amazing against her skin and made her look like a fine Venetian escort while the red and black one looked, well, like she was a common brothel whore. Faye paid for the get up, and winced. "$300 dollars!?" she exclaimed.

"Start up costs." Tiffany said, with a dismissive shrug. "Just wait till we get to the leather and the fetish gear." Faye looked at her, a hint of worry on her face. Tiffany placed her own purchases for the evening on the counter, and held up what looked like a meat hook with a big, round, shiny stainless steel ball on the end and asked, "Speaking of that, do you think this will fit up your ass?" Faye had to chuckle. She informed her that after the ass fucking she had received earlier in the day, that yes, she was fairly certain that it would. She marveled that her life had shifted so quickly, put down three of the hundreds she had gotten from Paul, and accompanied Tiffany back to her Lexus; and back to the club.