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From: "Jordana smith" <jordanablaine666@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Turn About.
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Date: Wed,  8 Jun 2005 17:10:02 -0400
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	When my husband's reserve unit was called to active duty it was financially 
devastating for us.  We'd just bought a new house and our mortgage payment 
was huge.  We weren't going to be able to keep up on his army pay and my 
salary as a school administrator.  Just before his unit left for Iraq I told 
him I'd get a part-time job and we'd get through it somehow.

	I was raised in the mountains and my daddy taught me to be self sufficient. 
  I started looking for part-time work but there wasn't anything available 
that paid enough to make a difference.  Then I overheard two women talking 
about a place called Edie's.  One of them said she was tempted to get a job 
there because it paid so much.  I listened and found out that Edie's was a 
lez bar just outside of town.  The catch, according to their conversation, 
was that the barmaid's had to work topless.

	I'm a tall, athletic woman with a good figure and long, nice legs.  I have 
black hair, a pale complexion, and big blue eyes.  I'm fairly attractive but 
not really pretty.  But, all in all, I'm satsified with my looks.

	After a couple of days debating with myself I drove out to Edie's one 
afternoon after work to find out if there was a job open.   The owner turned 
out to be named Edie.  She was an attractive Asian in her early thirties.

	She told me that there was a job open and when I asked if I'd have to work 
topless she laughed and shook her head.  "No, not topless.  Nude.  Well 
almost nude.  You get to wear one of these little mesh g-strings made out of 
Lycra."

	I was about to leave when she said, "A woman who looks like you do can 
clear $200-300 a night."

	"You're kidding!"

	She shook her head.  "No, I'm serious."

	I stared at her in silence for a moment.  She smiled and said, "Show me 
what you've got."

	I took a deep breath and began to unbutton my blouse.  I stripped down to 
panties and bra and glanced at her.  She just stared at me.  I reached back 
and unhooked my bra.  I tossed it on top of my other clothes and skimmed my 
panties down.  Then I straightened up and faced her, blushing furiously.

	She made a twirling motion with one hand and I turned in a circle.  "Not 
bad.  Good tits, nice ass, great legs.  The bush has to go.  Completely.  
The job's yours if you want it.  Can you start tomorrow?"

	I drove home in a daze.  That night, I trimmed my pubic hair and after a 
long soak in the tub I shaved carefully.  When I was done I was as smooth 
and bare as I'd been at ten.  I was shocked at how erotic my bare pussy and 
prominent labia looked when I stood in front of the mirror.

	I tried on the Lime Green Lycra g-string.  It didn't hide much.  The back 
strap disappeared between my buttocks.  The tiny rectangle of mesh, about 1" 
wide and 3" long did little to hide my pussy.

	The next day I decided a dozen times that I wasn't going to Edie's that 
night.  But at seven o'clock I was parking my car in the back lot.  At 
seven-thirty my shift started and my heart was beating a mile a minute as I 
walked out into the bar.  Edie told me to wear flats or running shoes and I 
chose running shoes for comfort.

	My first surprise came when nobody seemed to be paying any attention to me. 
  I worked my tables and it wasn't much different from the waitressing jobs 
I'd had in college.  I got several compliments on my body and one woman said 
I had nice tits.

	My second surprise came when Edie told me that most of the early customers 
were straight women who liked going somewhere where there'd be no men.  I 
asked why she had me working nude and she grinned, "Strangely enough, 
straight women seem to enjoy seeing attractive women nude."

	A week passed.  I worked five nights and cleared $1200, almost half of our 
mortgage payment.  I liked the money and I was surprised to realize that I 
liked working there, liking working nude.  The first problem came when I 
went to one of my tables and found myself looking at a cute girl who was a 
senior at the high school where I worked.

	She glanced up at me and smiled.  "Hi, Mrs. Turner.  I'll have a glass of 
white wine."

	I was stunned!  If she talked it would be all over school by the end of the 
day.  I nodded and said, "Yes, ma'am."

	When I returned with her wine she took a sip and smiled.  "Is there 
someplace where we can talk for a moment?"

	I nodded.  "Out back.  My break starts in five minutes."

	When my break started I slipped a robe on and went out through the back.  
The girl, Jeannie, was waiting for me.  She smiled and said, "If you're 
cooperative there's no need for anyone to know about this."

	She paused and when I didn't say anything she chuckled.  "Good.  Now take 
that robe off."

	It was late October and chilly.  My nipples hardened as the cool air washed 
over them.  Jeannie cupped my breasts and squeezed gently.  Shivering, I 
whispered, "Please, don't do this!"

	She crouched in front of my and pulled the g-string aside.  I closed my 
eyes as her tongue traced my slit.  She put her hands on my hips and I 
moaned as her tongue found my clit.  She brought me to orgasm within a 
couple of minutes!

	She went inside after telling me to wait a minute or two before I returned. 
  I tied the robe and hurried inside less than a minute later.

	The next morning, as I was dressing for school, Jeannie called me and said, 
"Don't bother wearing panties or pantyhose today."

	She came into my office shortly after sixth period and smiled when she saw 
my bare legs.  "Lift your skirt, Mrs. Turner."

	I shook my head.  "What if someone sees?"

	"Make it quick then or I'll have to make an announcement on the PA system."

	I lifted my skirt and showed her that I was bare underneath.  She grinned.  
"Good girl!  You're going to be a good bitch, aren't you?"

	I nodded.  "Yes, I am."

	She stepped closer.  "What are you going to be?"

	I swallowed hard and whispered, "I'm going to be a good bitch."

	When I walked out of school at four p.m. I found Jeannie leaning against my 
car.  She smiled and said, "Hi, Mrs. Turner.  Can I get a ride home?"

	That was for the benefit of a few kids standing around.  As soon as we were 
out on the road she pushed my skirt up and began to stroke my thighs.  
'You're a beautiful bitch and so damn hot!  You came so quickly last night!"

	"Why are you doing this?"

	She shrugged.  "Because I can, bitch.  And you can call me Ms. Jeannie or 
mistress."

	She made me drive to a deserted gas station near her house.  After I parked 
behind the building she got out and leaned against the passenger door.  The 
building and car shielded us from view.  She made me strip naked and get 
down on my knees.  I begged her to let me go home but she pulled her skirt 
up and hissed, "Eat me, bitch, or you'll be unemployed tomorrow!"

	I leaned and kissed her on the inside of her thigh.  She sighed and said, 
"Stop stalling, slut."

	I ran my tongue alone the furrow between her pussy lips.  She was wet and 
my tongue slipped into her pussy without resistance.  I found her clit and 
she moaned as I licked it.  A couple of minutes later I was shocked to 
realize that I enjoyed eating pussy!

	That night when I went to Edie's she realized something was wrong.  After 
some hesitation I told her the whole story.  She patted my arm and said, 
"Don't worry.  I'll take care of it."

	When Jeannie came in that night I watched as Edie and her bouncer, a tough 
butch named Jess, took Jeannie by the arms and walked her into the back.

	About twenty minutes late I was summoned to the back room.  Jeannie was 
naked, straddling a two by four nailed to a pair of saw horses.  Her hands 
were cuffed behind her back and a strap around her upper arms had forced her 
elbows together.  Her ankles were tied and heavy weights were suspended from 
the ropes.  She was gagged and her nipples were clamped and weighted.  Tears 
streamed down her cheeks.

	Her belly, breasts, back, and ass were criss-crossed with angry welts.  
"Jeannie won't bother you anymore, will you?"

	Jeannie shook her head frantically.  Edie tole me she had a video of 
Jeannie confessing after she'd been whipped.  "Have a little fun with her if 
you want and then turn her loose."  She turned and left us alone.

	I walked over and kissed her on the cheek.  "Poor girl."  As I spoke I 
pinched her clit as hard as I could.  She arched her back and screamed, her 
scream muffled by the gag.

	"Whose the bitch now?"

	She dropped her eyes and whimpered.  I eased the gag off after warning her 
what would happen if she screamed.  "Answer the question, Jeannie."

	She glanced at me and whispered, "I am, Mrs. Turner.  I'm the bitch."

	I took my time releasing her.  When she was finally standing in front of me 
I pinched her nipples and said, "On your belly, slave.  Lick my feet and 
admit that you're my bitch."

	I looked down at her beautiful ass while she licked my feet in submission 
and thought about all the fun I was going to have with her.  We had a lot of 
fun over the next ten months.  At least I did.
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