Teen Queen

by MasterStroke

(masterstroke0@yahoo.com)

Wednesday

Kimberly woke with the lovely, voluptuous form of Natalya wrapped around her in a loving embrace. Had her hair always been so red? It was almost crimson now as opposed to the deep auburn it had been the day before . . . no, no, of course it had always been that color. It was part of why the gorgeous brunette had chosen the foreign student.

She turned away from it, preferring her own form in the mirror at the wall next to the bed. She looked fabulously gorgeous, and she knew it. She also knew she had to get up to get dressed, but the sheets felt so incredibly soft and comfortable. Like clouds on a sunny day in the mountains. Glory told her that everything in the house was furnished by Female Designs.

The thought of her own body looking so hot in the outfit she had picked out for the day eventually got Kimberly up. Minutes later she stood, or more accurately, posed in front of a full-length mirror in the hallway, tossing her thick, luxurious chestnut hair back and forth, again and again, infatuated with the sight of herself. It was no wonder. Her intoxicating body was encased in yellow – a tiny pleated micro-length mini-dress adorned the generous curves of her body, doing little to hide her long, lust-provoking legs decorated with yellow fishnets and bright yellow six-inch platform heels with bright little dandelions painted on them.

Her giant tits displayed themselves eagerly, the dress practically held up by her stiff pink nipples alone. The yellow collar around her neck matched the bright, frilly yellow gloves on her hands. A cute little yellow cap adorned her gorgeous chestnut curls, falling to her perfect ass in waves and waves of thick locks and soft tresses. The outfit only highlighted Kimberly’s perfect, spotless, almost-shiny tanned skin. Yellow was such an impractical color. Only good for calling attention to oneself, really, which was why it was perfect for a bimbo like her.

The mirror did quite a good job of showing off Kimberly’s wildly proportioned attributes. There were mirrors in every room there, as if Glory was so obsessed with her own glorious reflection that she couldn’t bear to be away from it for very long. It was a great idea, Kimberly would have to do the same for her own house. She was sure she could get some for free. Her locks sparkled in the light, shining like a shower of deep brown jewels as she posed again and again in the mirror. She just couldn’t get over how phenomenal she looked. Glory’s promise was delivered – the collar was paying off and then some. Though . . . wait, what did that mean? Hadn’t Kimberly always been this beautiful?

Of course she had. Kimberly had been winning beauty contests for years now. Somewhere in the mansion was a room full of her trophies. Everywhere she went her presence was celebrated. Though she was used to the praise, she still loved it. There was nothing more important than being beautiful, because that was the most important part of being a hot, silly, seductive, bimbo babe, and that was what men wanted her to be, and nothing could be more important than being what men expected of her.

Every time her deep, green eyes drifted to a new part of her body, they stayed there while she posed again and again: hair, tits, ass, legs, ass, tits, ass, legs, tits, face, tits, legs, and so on, each gorgeous place leading into another. She was utterly in love with herself, and why shouldn’t she be?

She was completely hot, her beauty statuesque, sublime, and superb; conceit was made for super-babes like her. Her legs in particular fascinated her – though of course her tits were loved dearly by any that saw them, it was really her legs that had the most amount of tanned, smooth flesh in one place. Her legs were the most advertisements for her snatch and ass, gateway drugs to the sensational thrills of her entire body.

Kimberly eventually tore herself away from the mirror to go find Glory. She found her in the Master bedroom, decked out in violet-colored stockings, g-string, and bra, toying with a long strand of hair as she laid erotically on the bed with a blank look in her eyes. She looked strangely tired. Glory was never tired. She smiled at Kimberly when she entered.

“You just missed Master. Mark, I mean. My boyfriend.” She giggled delightedly. “We stayed up allllll night.” She giggled again, almost absently, and then again a few more times over. She sounded like her brain was fried. “He’s left now, but he told me you’ll be meeting him soon.” Her smile widened. “Oh, and sweetie, I’m sorry I forgot to say, but after today you have to buy your own clothes.”

Kimmie pouted. “But I love your clothes.”

Glory smiled sweetly. “I know you do, princess, but that’s the orders from on high.” She giggled and got up.

Glory went to her dresser, her back turned to Kimberly, her long mane of glistening blond hair running down her perfectly toned back. Kimberly moved forward and pressed herself against the heart-shaped ass of her lover, and ran her yellow-gloved hands from the hot blonde’s inner thighs to her giant silk-encased tits. Feeling the magnificent boobies, Kimberly realized her own were a bit thicker, a bit bigger, her nipples slightly larger. How nice. Men loved big titties. She knew Glory was smitten with her – how could she not be? Kimberly’s lips traced along the blonde’s shoulder to her neck.

“You could get them for me, Glory,” she whispered sweetly. “You can do anything.”

Glory moaned, Kimberly’s hands poised on her tits and pussy, both moistening. Each word coming out of her mouth she used as a caress. She knew her scent was maddenly intoxicating, because Glory had done the same to her. But that was two days . . . no, months, years . . . long ago, and Kimberly was in control now.

“No . . . Kimmie, honey, you can’t . . . ”

Kimberly giggled, a silvery bell, continuing to kiss her, pushing her fingers inside of her sopping wet cunt.

“Of course I can, honey. And you can too. You want to do this for me, Glory, I know you do.”

Glory moaned and turned around, Kimberly kissed her so hotly it was a wonder it didn’t leave scorch marks. Instead Glory came, soaking her violet stockings as her juices ran to the floor. Kimberly’s fingers remained in her cunny, hand snaked around her waist. Her other gloved hand toyed with a nipple unceasingly, pinching and plucking.

“Oh Kim oh god oh . . . ” Glory babbled, her will obviously in a weakened state.

Kimberly smiled. “Do it, Glory. Do it for your hot hot teenage temptress, do it for me. Make me so happy, please?”

“Oh . . . ” Glory moaned, closing her eyes, grinding herself into the teen’s fingers. “Oh yes, yes, okay, just this once . . . ” Glory said, acquiescing to the hot brunette.

But then something strange happened. Gloria shook her head, and pushed Kimberly away with a strength and mood that did not seem her own. “No,” she said, and the voice was not hers, either. “You will obey, little Kimmie. Buy your own clothes.”

Kimberly just giggled and nodded. “Sure,” she said cheerfully.

She had no problem buying clothes. She was sure she could raise the money for it, especially with how raised her hemlines were. What she had really wanted to find out was whether she could seduce Glory . . . and she could. She blew herself a kiss in the mirror and smiled at the reflection. Sex incarnate. Glory, still looking dazed and more than a little confused, handed her a card with the address for Female Designs before collapsing onto the bed. She snoozed until Kimberly woke her up to go to school.

First period with Glory was quite a bit of fun. The two beauties had brought eighteen bottles of wine with them for Glory’s “Cultural Awareness Day” in History class. After only a few handjobs, the blonde had bragged, she had managed to convince the principal it was the best idea in the world. She wore bright blue to the school, minidress and skin-tight boots with six-inch platform heels, as well as gaudy, gem-lined gloves. Kimberly knew that she herself, of course, looked better, but Glory was still stunningly gorgeous.

The teen took it upon herself to pass out the wine portions. She made sure to give girls twice over anything that the guys had. They slurped it down eagerly, trying to impress. Many of them had taken her and Glory’s cue from days before and had started to dress quite skimpily in order to become noticed, spilling out of their clothes as they flirting with the boys. Well, if laughing at the lewd comments the boys made about their bodies counted as flirting. Kimberly knew it did; after all, men had to know that bimbos appreciated being thought of as objects. Whatever made them think about her.

Kimberly thought she recognized a few pairs of Female Design heels in the class, and even some skirts and tops. Glory made sure to lavish praise on the clothing choices of the young babes that made those choices, so Kimberly followed suit. Some of the students weren’t quite sure about the taste of the alcohol, but Glory made a game out of it. For every glass someone finished, they would receive a kiss from one of the two beauties running the class. Everyone was bombed within half an hour. The kisses promised turned into make-out sessions rather quickly.

Kimberly did everything she could to encourage lewd behavior, planting wet kisses to faces of classmates entranced with her lovely form, rubbing her body indiscriminately against everyone she served a glass to. Candice’s influence over people’s opinion of her and her sickness was long gone . . . but, wait, that didn’t seem right. Candice was some silly blond tramp that couldn’t even hold a match to Kimberly’s gorgeousness.

Who would even think of looking, much less listening, to her when Kimberly was around? And what sickness? Had Kimberly been sick? What a strange idea. Bimbos didn’t get sick, sick people couldn’t fuck all the time, and that was what bimbos did, so of course she had never been sick. What a bunch of silly ideas she had been having lately. She giggled, letting the thought float away, looking at Candice as Glory forced cup after cup of wine down her throat.

“Having wine,” Glory said after giving herself a nice long chug from a bottle, addressing the class, “is like, a whatty-callit. A priv-i-lege.”

Her stance was slightly unsteady, a result of being a bit smashed, but it only made her jiggle her enormous tits more. She continued.

“A priv-i-lege that lovers take with each other, because like, the only thing better than hot, yummy, glorious sexy yum yummy yum yum sex is hot, yummy, glorious sexy yum yummy yum yum drunk sex.” She giggled uncontrollably for a minute or so after saying this. She may have been too drunk to dance but her tits certainly weren’t.

Some students weren’t paying attention, far too busy watching as Kimberly made out with Jake Wilkes, their star football player. He had been seeing his girlfriend for over a year, but Kimberly thought he was just too cute. A totally hot babe like herself deserved whatever hot stud she wanted. Glory noticed their redirected attention.

“Like, perfect example! Do you see how like, totally beautiful and awesome Kimberly is? Girls, take like, note of her super good kissing form, pressing Jake’s big ol’ hands into her titties like that. Men love big, yummy titties like mine or like Kimmie’s. Like, espec, um, especi, um, really with Kimmie.” She licked her lips as she watched the teen, swaying. “So show them off if you’ve got them.” She giggled. “But I’m getting distracted. Easy to do, isn’t it girls? So much booze running through your veins, and Kimberly and I are just so, so gorgeous.”

She slipped down onto a girl’s desk and stroked her face. The young student moaned and shivered and began to lick Glory’s hand.

“It’s easy to wonder what sorts of things we might do to you, being so like, drunk and careless and hot and drunk.” The blonde giggled, and then stood up and strutted over to Kimberly, zig-zagging a bit before running an electric finger down her back.. “Look at what a hottie she is. Normally it would be illegal for Kimberly to get drunk at school, but she’s a totally hot, super yum yum ultra-babe. Being like, gorgeous makes her above the law, so if you girls ever want to um, like make sure your men get exactly what they want, you have to like, make sure you always look your superduper very besty best.”

Candice slumped forward on her desk, passed out after chugging a bottle and a half.

“Oh dear, look at that,” Glory said. “Craig, Todd, could you help Candice back to like, my office? I’m sure she’ll be like . . . very thankful in private.” She winked at the boys.

Candice moaned and laughed on her desk, squirming and giggling helplessly as the boys took her to the office in back. Her moans were loud and enthusiastic. Kimberly did not notice much of the rest of the class, busy giving Jake a hand-job in exchange for his promise to break-up with his girlfriend. Swearing his love to her wasn’t necessary, but it made her giggle. She figured he would amuse her for a few days.

Kimberly opted not to go to any more classes that day. Second period she found Natalya’s classroom and let herself inside. Every boy and girl stared in admiration at her yellow-clad form as she entered, except for Natalya and the pretty young brunette teacher, Miss Grant. This was because Natalya was on her hands and knees on top of Miss Grant’s desk, whispering softly in her ear in between licking it with her velvety pink tongue. Her long, silky mane of fabulously firetruck-red hair was wrapped around Miss Grant like a blanket.

Kimberly took a seat to watch her friend in action, though quickly had to start making out with the boy who’s lap she had placed her gorgeous form in. What was a sexbomb like her to do? It wasn’t as if she could stop herself from enjoying the hot, sweet pleasure of serving a male.

Her arousal spread like wildfire to the students around her, her body acting like a sexual furnace. She wanted to get fucked by George or Joe or whatever his name was, wanted him to fill her up and slam her against the wall – but she didn’t. Something made her stop, made her only suck him off instead. She still came.

An hour or so later she was wandering the halls, looking for stray freshmen to make-out with, or a jock to suck off. She made sure her hips swung from side to side with each step, her bubble-butt easily visible under her mockery of a skirt, her terrific heels making it that much easier. Strong evidence to why babes like her belonged in heels to begin with, if they made her look that much sexier while walking. Since bimbo babes only needed to be walking on their way to their next fuck, it was important to make sure men wanted to grab their asses by any means possible.

Walking past the teacher’s lounge, she was surprised to see Miss Preston, the beautiful young, blonde dance instructor rush out of the door breathing hard. Kimberly had taken her class for two years prior. Miss Preston’s face was flushed red, her hair loose and bouncing about her shoulders, undone from her usual ponytail. Kimberly peeked inside the teacher’s lounge, and saw Glory there, pouting, and immediately understood.

“Something the matter, Samantha?” Kimberly asked the obviously turned-on teacher.

The petite blonde put a hand to her face and waved it, still breathing hard. She wore a leotard underneath her jacket, and her tits could be seen easily.

“Su-something . . . the matter?” she asked, in between gulping breaths. “N-no. I mean, yes. May-maybe. Please do call me Miss Preston during . . .” her eyes finally took notice of Kimberly. “That is . . . quite an outfit, Kimberly.” She licked her lips involuntarily.

The brunette beauty giggled, licking her plump lips right back at her. “You think so? Thanks!” She twirled in place, letting her old instructor enjoy her whole luscious form. She came quite close to her, her scent filling up the hallway. Miss Preston’s eyes were wide and clouded over in lust.

“Kimmie, my God, your body is . . . is . . .” Samantha Preston was speechless.

“Perfect?” Kimberly giggled, and she pressed herself forward, against Miss Preston’s body, backing her into the wall. “I try to keep in shape. I was thinking I could still be a dancer. What do you think?” Kimberly’s tits pressed urgently against hers as she spoke.

“You could do . . . absolutely anything,” Samantha whispered. “Any-anything at all.”

Kimberly smiled and stroked the blond woman’s hair. “You’ll do anything at all for me, Samantha?”

“Yes!” She said instantly. “I mean, no, that’s not what I . . . I . . .” she looked so cute and confused, no idea she was already trapped.

“Oh, do say yes, Samantha . . .” Kimberly pouted. “It would make me so happy.” She leaned forward just an inch and kissed her lips. “Wouldn’t you like to make me happy?”

“Yes.” Lick, nuzzle. “Oh my. . . ” Kiss, kiss, lick. “. . . you’re even . . . ” Kiss, lick, nuzzle. “. . . hotter than . . . mmm . . . Glory! Mmpppph!”

Kimberly giggled merrily, the blond teacher’s face buried in her expansive bust line. Her tongue was nimble, wet, and quite good at eliciting pleasure. “You’ll do whatever Glory and I say, won’t you?” She assumed the moans were a yes. “Especially me, though, right?”

She lifted the teacher’s head for an answer. “Oh yes!” Samantha cried, eyes fixated on Kimberly’s perfect chest. “Oh please oh oh yes just let me touch them againnnnnnn.”

Kimberly stifled her whine, guiding her pretty face back down to her velvety chest. Glory stepped out of the lounge a few minutes later to find Samantha happily licking Kimberly’s tits as the brunette rifled through her purse, pausing every few seconds to shiver and enjoy a nice little orgasm from the attention her heaving mounds were getting. With Glory’s help, Miss Preston didn’t care at all who used her credit cards.

At some point in the reverie, Kimberly decided to skip the rest of school to make an appearance at work. She arrived at the local pool dressed in her normal oversized white t-shirt with nothing beneath it but her swimsuit, although her recent changes had rendered the once-baggy white tee tight and provocative, straining before the mass of her hefty bosom. And with her legs getting so much longer, not to mention the height added from the patented Female Designs five inch-heeled clunky platform sandals she wore, the shirt appeared as a sort of minidress. Her collar still decorated her neck, yellow and frivolous.

Not too many people could be seen at the pool, maybe a dozen at most. Counting was so hard and useless for Kimberly, though, so her estimate could have been off. Walking through the gate, she spotted Dale, the sandy-haired 23 year-old pool manager, her boss, and urgently grabbed his arm. He was shirtless, wearing only short swim trunks and his whistle.

“I need to talk with you,” she said fervently, clasping her soft hands onto his well-formed bicep.

Her green eyes glowed with skillfully and gleefully constructed longing. Before he could respond, she had dragged him over to the nearby utilities closet, shutting them both in after turning on the light. They were extremely close, only an inch apart at their chest (obviously, this was more Kimberly’s doing than his), and she knew her hot, flowery scent would soon be clogging every bit of his brain that wasn’t focused on how much he wanted to fuck her.

“Kim, are you okay? Weren’t you sick? Shouldn’t you be in school?” He looked genuinely concerned, making Kimberly gaze at him endearingly. “What is it?”

“Aww, sweetie,” she said, rubbing his quickly-reddening check affectionately with one slender hand, “I’m fine. I just wanted to ask your opinion on the new swimsuit uniforms I designed for the lifeguards.”

He looked at her, puzzled.

“For the girls,” she added quickly. “I think yours looked great . . .” her hand drifted down to his naked chest. “All us girls are always talking about how hot it makes you look.”

Dale gulped. “You are?”

“Of course we are!” Kimberly giggled. “I was just hoping, maybe, we’d get the chance to look just as good?”

Dale shrugged good-naturedly. “Well sure, that sounds fine, just give me the design and –”

Kimberly’s giggle cut him off, as did her playful hit to his chest that transformed into an affectionate stroking of his abs. Her fingers teased going just a bit lower at every second.

“You goose,” she giggled, taking her hands away from him only to grab the bottom of her shirt, “I’ve got it right here.”

Did she ever. A tight, sky-blue string bikini adorned her mouth-watering curves, the bottom little more than a piece of string with two clingy patches of blue over her always-wet pussy and her ass-cheeks, just for that visual image of hot, sticky fabric unable to break itself away from her achingly beautiful body. She didn’t remember shaving her pussy, but she must have – good girls had bare cunts, after all, and she was most definitely a good girl.

The top pressed her tits up and together, not that they needed the help, and beneath the slip, sparse bits of fabric over her nipples it was easy to see they were excitedly stiff. She shook her hair out when the shirt dropped to the floor, more for effect than anything else, her swirls of chestnut curls and locks shimmering in the dim light of the room.

Dale looked drunk with lust. “I – you can’t wear . . . that, I mean, it’s not . . not appropriate . . . ”

Kimberly giggled, hearing long words always made her think of long cocks, made her happy, giggly. The effect in the tiny bikini was astounding. She pressed her body into his, her ravishing face right in front of his, her man-melting lips only centimeters away from the most passionate kisses he would ever receive.

“What could be more fitting,” she asked, “than a gorgeous babe like me wearing something that makes her look gorgeous? Doesn’t that seem right?”

She took one of his hands and placed it on her ass, encouraging him to squeeze the sizzling hot flesh there.

He nodded weakly, enveloped by her large, green eyes. “Fuck,” he breathed. “Fuck yes. Lord fuck yes.”

Her hands moved quickly, and his red swim trunks were soon in a pile around his feet.

“And see?” she said, guiding his stiff rod towards her oven-hot snatch, “It moves over so easy, ready-made to be taken advan . . . adv . . .” She giggled. Whatever. “To be fucked by hot yummy studs like you.”

She wanted to fuck him horribly. Wanted to be filled up inside all the way. Even take his seed, get pregnant, fulfill her role and duty as a beautiful girl and serve him all day long, be a mother like she had always, always wanted, she suddenly knew . . . but he wasn’t the one. She felt compelled to stop herself, to wait. Her first time would be with someone else.

But . . . it wouldn’t be her first time, that was a dumb thought. She had fucked dozens, hundreds of times, that was how she was a sex expert. Just couldn’t remember at the moment with who.

Kimberly took her hand off his tool absently, giggling again, and got on her knees instead, her ass pressed against the wall of the small closet. She was just as happy to give him a nice blowjob. Her lips slid up and down, and she soaked her skimpy suit cumming three times before he did. Her thick, shiny lips were like direct pathways to Orgasmland. Halfway through, she had the presence of mind to ask Dale if he thought she deserved a raise for all her great ideas. It wasn’t that great, only double her current salary with a bonus of his wallet slipped into her tiny yellow purse, but she was sure she could get another raise out of Dale next time she worked, one way or another.

A few minutes later she walked out into the pool to lay out for a tan. She asked casually if there was anyone that would like to rub lotion on her back. The only ones that didn’t comply were the children swimming in the pool. In fact, as the line of over a dozen men and women formed, including all the other lifeguards, all eager to put their fingers to Kimberly’s sinful skin, one or two kids nearly drowned. Kimberly hardly cared – only looking sexy was important, and making people hot for her. Anything else was extraneous.

Before long, she found herself feeling an impulse to go use her new spending money. That it belonged to someone else made it all the more enticing of an idea, and she could hardly resist temptation. As Kimberly rose up from the hands adoring her body to a chorus of pleading moans, she noticed a man with a camera outside of the pool in the parking lot. Taking pictures of her. She smiled happily. Wasn’t that nice, men wanted images of her whenever they fancied. Looking closer, she saw it was the same man who had been arguing with Glory earlier. Strange.

She changed back into her school outfit to go to the store. It was on the edge of town, in a formerly dilapidated shopping center that Kimberly wouldn’t have been caught dead in before. The shop had added color and life to the dead square, vibrant blues and yellows coloring its exterior. Kimberly walked in to see a few shoppers decked out in short skirts and tops that still had price tags on them, eagerly picking up more clothing and shoving it in large pushable grocery baskets. She recognized several women from town, librarians, store clerks, even a policewoman. There was a heady, thick scent in the air, it made Kimberly feel like impulse buying.

At the counter there was a lovely, curvaceous brunette wearing a tight red dress that did nothing to hide the swell of her belly. Obviously pregnant, and still dressed like she was ready for a night out on the town.

“Welcome to Female Designs!” the clerk chirped happily. “I’m Holly. How can I help you look your best today?” Then she giggled, taking a look up and down at Kimberly’s yellow-clad form. “Sorry, force of habit. I see you’re already familiar with what Female Designs can do for your figure.”

Kimberly giggled with her. She didn’t know why. “Yes, but I still need like, a ton of new clothes. My . . .” she struggled for a lie, “ . . . boyfriend, gave me his credit cards. That won’t be a problem, will it?”

Holly giggled again. Her milk-filled tits bounced in her minidress. “Not at all, lovely. Shop to your heart’s content.”

Two hours of picking out heels, skirts, shorts, tops, and pounds and pounds of accessories had left her in the exact same outfit she already wore, except in bright, neon green. It felt good to change her clothes for no real reason other than to simply look hot in a different manner. She could feel the eyes of everyone in the store on her, and she soaked up the envy merrily. Holly and she made small talk while the pregnant clerk scanned her clothes.

“So when are you due?” Kimberly asked her.

“Any day now!” Holly said happily. “I can’t wait, it’s going to be so . . . fulfilling to be a mother at last. Mark said it will be like finally achieving my purpose as a woman. I totally agree.”

She said this as if she couldn’t think of any possible objection. Kimberly might have had one, once, but the thought fizzled out with excitement. A baby! How adorable. And the Holly was so young, too, she could have lots and lots by her Master. Mark. Had she thought Master? How strange. She giggled. She wondered if it was the same Mark as the one Glory had been fucking the night before. Must be quite the stud if it was.

“Do you know the sex yet?” The lovely teen asked.

“Oh, well, I haven’t gone to a doctor or anything, but it’s definitely a girl. Mark wouldn’t allow a boy.”

She said this with such authority that Kimberly almost didn’t question the logic. But . . .

“How could he have a say? Isn’t it all um, like, sort of chance?”

Holly giggled. “Don’t be silly. Mark doesn’t leave anything to chance, honey.”

The total came up. Kimberly completely maxed out the cards she had taken, their limits set at only a few thousand dollars, and there was still a pair of sapphire earrings that she wanted to buy. Probably she would only wear them once and then throw them out, but she had to have them. She pouted until Holly reached under the counter and handed her an application.

“We’ll be short-staffed soon, with the baby coming. Find me a replacement and I’ll let you have them for free.” She smiled warmly. “Benefits include a fifty percent discount for any family members.”

Kimberly giggled, filling out the form immediately. She already had the perfect candidate in mind. Holly found no objections, and Kimberly walked out with the earrings in one of the thirty bags she carried with her.

On the way back to the mansion she made a quick detour to her house. As she had hoped, she saw her mother’s car parked in the front. The jaws of her neighbors attempted quite forcefully to unhinge as she crossed the short distance from the driveway to the front door. She dropped her bags a half dozen times or so just in case they weren’t sure she knew they watched her.

Inside, she saw her mother wearing the platform sandals she had given her yesterday, preparing a sandwich. Her delightful form was dressed in a oddly-tight gray pantsuit that seemed to be causing her a great deal of itchy distress. Perhaps that was why she was rubbing her crotch against the rounded corner of the counter as she made her meal. Her short auburn hair shook against her shoulders while she rocked her body back and forth.

“Hi Mommy,” Kimberly said softly, pressing her plush body against the back of her mother’s in a soft hug.

Strange that she didn’t just call her Veronica, like usual. She hadn’t called her mother, “Mommy,” in over . . . a day. Had to be that, she hadn’t seen her yesterday at all. Terrible manners on her part.

“Oh, hi Kim,” her mother said absently, then, “Are these . . . gloves?” She sniffed audibly before turning around.

Her eyes went wide, in shock. The daughter she knew resembled nothing even close to the bright green nymphet she saw now.

“Kimberly Amora!” She yelped. “You look positively scandalous!”

The teen giggled happily. “You really think so?”

“Don’t act so pleased with yourself, young woman!” She pointed upstairs. “Go to your room right now and change! And then you’ll tell me where you’ve been the past two days!”

Kimberly lowered her eyes, not wanting to meet the fire held in her mother’s gaze.

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” she said, her voice pitched high, a little girl’s. “You don’t think I look pretty?”

“Of course you look pretty! That’s not the point.” Her mother looked shocked that the words even came out of her mouth.

“I just wanted men to notice me,” Kimberly said. “Don’t you miss men looking at you?”

Her mother’s face went from shock to anger to puzzlement. “What do you mean? Men look at me all the time.”

Kimberly giggled. “Don’t you miss men wanting you? Wanting to take you out, treat you nice, buy you dinner?”

Her mother’s eyes kept roaming over Kimberly’s body. At first it was in disbelief at the outfit, trying to find out how she had even managed to fit that young, ripe, hot body in such tight clothing. But then she focused on the skin in between, how prominent her cleavage was, how sensational the curve of her ass was right before it was lost under the green of her skirt, how kissable the line of her chin – no! What was she thinking? Her own daughter!

“I, maybe . . . Kim, what are you driving at?”

Kimberly giggled. “I’m young and beautiful, aren’t I?”

“Of course, Kim, but-”

“And all men want in their women is for them to look young and beautiful, right?”

“Well I suppose on a physical level-”

“So wouldn’t I know more about what men want than anybody else you know?”

“I . . . I suppose?”

The answer came out more as a moan. It was getting very hard for her to be sure of anything.

“I could help you, Mommy. Be wanted again by men. Wouldn’t you like to be hot?”

She reached up a gloved hand, holding her mother’s face in her hands reassuringly. Her other hand went around her waist. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead from Kimberly’s fast-rising sexual heat. A passerby, if he was not too busy gaping at the mother and daughter in each other’s arms, would be able to see the mercury in the thermometer on the wall rapidly rising.

“Kim, this isn’t appropriate. You’re my daughter, and-”

“And you love me, don’t you?”

“God yes,” her mother breathed. “I mean, Kim, of course I do.”

“So you trust me?”

She shuddered and nodded.

“So you can tell me all about how much you’ve wanted a man in your bed ever since Daddy left, couldn’t you?”

Her mother looked on the verge of a mental breakdown. Kimberly giggled.

“Terribly, Kim. Okay? I’ve been lonely and alone and I hate it. Are you happy? Would you please go upstairs now? Please?”

Kimberly drew her mother in for a hug, letting her scent overwhelm her. Their cheeks rested against each other’s, Kimberly’s silk skin massaging her mother’s. The older woman’s hands abruptly went out to the side at the action, not knowing what to do with them.

“You poor, poor dear,” Kimberly said, sympathy in her voice. She nuzzled her face into the side of her neck. “I had no idea.”

She squeezed her arms harder around her mother’s body, one booted leg wrapping around hers. Finally her mother’s hands came around her tiny waist, resting on her hips. Her fingers nearly met each other.

“It’s that job,” Kimberly whispered into her ear. “That awful job. It makes you so uptight, and men don’t like uptight women, do they?”

Lost in her daughter’s hair, Veronica shook her head, soft moans of pleasure emanating from her mouth from the scent and feel of her chestnut locks.

“Flowers. Love this . . . perfume. Soooo . . . flowery.” Another giggle.

“You should quit, honey,” she cooed, giggling when she felt a womanly hand brushing the top of her ass.

“Can’t . . . quit,” her mother said into her hair. “Need money for . . . stuff.” A giggle popped out of her mouth, almost sounding like a hiccup.

“That’s why I got you a new job, dearie,” Kimberly whispered. “One where you’ll be around lots of hot clothes and hotter babes and you’ll always end up looking like a babe. Always.”

Feeling decisively naughty, she began to kiss her mother’s neck. The older woman stiffened, but did not push against her. Kimberly wouldn’t have let her move away anyway, her hands were soft but strong, and held her mother in place easily. Soon they started to move under her blouse, up her back, massaging the skin there as her lips migrated upwards, each one longer and more tongue-filled than the last. The teen’s huge satiny tits were warm and inviting, her body a playground for her mother’s now-roaming hands.

“That’s a good Mommy,” Kimberly purred, enjoying the gasps of her mother as she neared her lips towards hers. “Hot lil’ Mommy hot for her baby.”

She moaned in response, her hips starting to buck ceaselessly against the stocking-covered leg that Kimberly had placed in front of her crotch. Kimberly finally slid her tongue into her mother’s mouth, relieving what must have been . . . years and years of sexual desire on both their parts. Veronica found herself with the pants of her suit in a heap on the floor somehow, necking with her daughter, riding on her leg to guide her to orgasm. Kimberly could feel it as the older woman lost herself to the sensation, as she cummed quickly and violently, her nails digging deep into her daughter’s mostly bare back.

“You’ll take that new job, won’t you?” Kimberly asked, sliding her fingers into her mother’s still-twitching pussy.

“Y-Yes!” came the response, her mother already feeling another orgasm build.

Kimberly smiled. “Good Mommy,” she cooed. “Does Mommy wanna another cum?”

She did.

When her mother collapsed to the floor in a heap of mind-melted mush, Kimberly followed, grabbing the bottle of rum on the counter on the way. She fed it to her mother in increments in between feeding herself on her snatch. It was important, she realized suddenly, to make her servants cum as many times as possible when they first realized their place under her. Her servants. What a delightful name for them.

Seven o’clock came ‘round and Kimberly had to pull herself from her mother’s booze-and-lust drunk clutches to finally go meet Glory. She left a bag of Female Designs clothing in the entryway – she didn’t want her mother to go to her new job underdressed – and specific orders to have her favoritest meals ready by the time she returned, though really she had no intention of coming back that night. Wouldn’t hurt to keep her in form.

Glory and Natalya waited in each other’s arms when Kimberly arrived at the mansion. Each was decked out in club-clothes, thigh-high boots, tiny pleated micro-skirts, and skimpy tops mingling with one another as they embraced. Their gloved hands intertwined as they shared lips. Natasha seemed out on her feet, leaning forward on her tippy-toes into Glory. Finally, the buxom, bodacious blonde turned and smiled at Kimberly.

“Hey babe. Ready to go out?”

Kimberly giggled. “Of course!” Good girls lived to go out and have fun.

“Great! Mark’s going to meet us at the club, and he’s like, super-excited to meet you. I can’t wait! You guys are like, so perfect for each other.” She reached forward with a golden gloved hand, caressing her lover’s face. “I am so jealous. You don’t understand yet, darling, but you well.” She giggled.

Natalya let her eyed roam up and down Kimberly’s body. “You look delicious, love, but Mark tuld us to prepare you special for tonight.”

Kimberly looked at her quizzically, but no response was made. The red-haired beauty grabbed one hand, and Glory the other, and led her upstairs. There, she was taken to a large, misty bath, where water streamed out of the walls in layers of mist. A large throne stood next to one wall – that must be Mark’s seat, Kimberly thought. There was enough room in the bath for twenty more girls (and Kimberly somehow knew that was who would populate it), and the throne was so large it could have served as a bed.

Glory and Natalya’s clothes clung to their bodies even more tightly with the ensuing moisture, and the two stripped Kimberly from head to toe. They bathed and washed the brunette bimbo thoroughly, and her every inch glistened and sparkled by the time they finished. Her skin felt immaculate, like always. Tanned, shiny, and satiny smooth, she knew hot skin was important for a babe like her, since she loved to show it off so much. And it had to look great everywhere, since she planned on taking her clothes off so often, and it simply wouldn’t do for a bimbo to not look absolutely fuckeriffic.

Outside the bath, an outfit was laid out for her. She started to put it on, but Glory’s hand on hers stopped her.

“We’ll do it. Mark said you should go ahead and get used to being dressed.” She smiled warmly.

Kimberly nodded, though she did not understand. It was nice to have them dress her. It felt . . . expected, as if she had been waiting for it. The gown was little more a few bits of bright blue, sapphire-inlaid fabric that ran over her tits and crotch. Nothing on the shoulders, held up entirely by clinging tightly to her wide, quintiplet-rearing hips and bimboriffic bust, long slits on either side leaving her delightful legs basically uncovered. Her over-the-knee boots and elbow-length gloves matched it all, of course, as did her new blue collar.

She felt like she was wearing an oversexed version of a prom dress. Any man seeing her like this would know she’d suck his cock without a second thought. Especially with her puffy, full pink lips. They’d know she was dressing so that they’d look at her, that her body was nothing more than a display of overeager subservience, that she wanted to show off her spectacular bod so that someone would make her use it all day long.

They arrived at the club Glory had acquired at ten-thirty, after Glory and Natalya spent a few worshipful hours combing Kimberly’s hair and doing her nails. She looked just as flawless, regardless, but she enjoyed letting her girls adore her for a while. Lines of photographers were there to capture her image.

Kimberly took this in stride, of course, it was only natural and fitting that her image be spread, especially on a historic night such as this, when she was due to meet Mark. She posed for them naturally, as if she had done it a thousand times before. And . . . she had, of course. A new sign, reading, “Kimberly’s”, had been put up, replacing the old one. How thoughtful of Glory. She reminded herself to thank her later if she had time after meeting Mark.

The thought of him sent a tingle to her pussy, and she had not even met him. She felt as if destiny worked through her, pushed every sultry step forward as she strode through the double-doors of the club. At first it seemed only women were inside – gloriously hot, supermodel-beautiful women, none a day over twenty-two, all dressed in thigh-high boots, pretty gloves, and skin-tight outfits. They danced in cages or off of poles or with each other, bumping and grinding and practically necking if they weren’t doing so blatantly.

Then she saw there were men, just not as many as there were bimbo babes. Most of them had their wallets out, standing in front of an ATM, desperate to withdraw more cash. Many women had cash stuffed down their cleavage. Kimberly realized with a delighted giggle that her new club was in some form or another the stripping kind.

Off the dance floor sat new, plush carpet that wasn’t there last time Kimberly had been there, the same kind that was in the mansion. Lots of women tested out its softness in pairs. Kimberly recognized several girls from school, not all of them students. She and Glory danced their way towards a crowd of hotties gathered around something in the back, taking their time, enjoying the jealous looks everyone gave them, envious of their bodies, of their status, of their rubbing against one another.

Kimberly laughed in the faces of the three men that propositioned her. She came to the club for Mark, not for them. For some reason they left her with a half-dozen fifty dollar bills anyway. When she and Glory finally drew near the crowd of gorgeous hotties they had been approaching, it parted, revealing a man on a large chair.

Not, not a man, the man. Kimberly’s jaw dropped at the sight of him. Impossibly handsome, blond, dressed impeccably in a sharp suit, the man of every dream she had ever had. The memories of all of them came to her suddenly, her fingers feeding her hungry pussy’s needs every single morning while she relived the perfect sensation of being with him in her dreams. She suddenly felt small, weak, and helpless, unable to stop the tsunami mixture of arousal and servility rising up within her.

Glory dropped to her knees and crawled erotically towards him, sliding into place next to his leg and caressing him, still managing to gyrate and grind in time with the music. Several beautiful women remained behind him and to the side, their hands and tits caressing his huge, muscular body. The bedazzled teen couldn’t even begin to look at anything else but him, but if she had cared to look at the carpeted floor, she would have seen that it was soaking wet from the puddles that had formed from the various bimbo babes.

Kimberly tried to recover and closed her mouth, sending the man that could only be Mark a smoldering look, knowing she had to impress him. Hoping all that time in preparation had made her pretty enough to do so. She strutted towards him, spinning like a model on instinct when she got close. Chest high, leg out, smiling pretty.

Girls were supposed to smile all the time, Kimberly knew, that’s why they look so good when they do it. It’s a sign that they’re happy and girls are only happy if they’re not thinking about anything serious, and of course girls aren’t ever supposed to be thinking serious. The music suddenly turned down low, and she could hear his achingly hunky voice perfectly.

“Hello, Kimberly,” he said, and she felt an indescribable sense of honor at him uttering her name. Perhaps it was the orgasm that went along with it. “I’ve been hoping to meet you for some time, now.”

She giggled happily, holding out her gloved hand daintily. “The pleasure is completely mine,” she breathed.

She couldn’t come close to a normal speaking tone, not around him. The thought of raising her voice above a breathy, needy coo seemed obscene. Mark leaned forward to the collective wanting moans of the girls who had been stroking his face as he sat and took her hand, kissing it and standing up.

Kimberly gasped at his size. So big, so strong and manly. He quietly pushed Glory aside with his foot, and she simply made herself prostrate and went about kissing his shoes. Mark held Kimberly’s hand high and spun her around slowly, taking in the smooth luxury of curves on display.

“I must say, I think I’ve outdone myself with you.”

Kimberly giggled again, not understanding. Men had so many things going on all the time, she was at a loss as to how they kept track of it all. She was so lucky to be a giggly bimbo babe and not have to worry about anything like that. He reached a hand up to her perfect face and caressed it briefly.

“You are a vision. I bet you’re the hottest babe at your whole school.”

Kimberly giggled in appreciation, holding her hands together in front of her as she shrugged and blushed.

“Don’t be shy, sweetness,” he commanded. “It doesn’t become you. The hottest babe at school is never shy.” His face suddenly became very intense, and Kimberly almost felt scared. “Never. She does what she wants, how she wants, and she does it all for her man. Isn’t that right, girls?” He asked the crowd behind him.

They all nodded eagerly and quietly, none daring to raise their voices to his impassioned face. They all looked rather young. Kimberly wondered how many of them had been the hottest babes at their school, too. Mark turned back to her, face softened.

“I should explain.” He smiled. “Vanity was invented for girls of your beauty. People that say vanity is a bad thing are weak, ugly cowards. At one time I was weak, in a way.” He sneered. “Pathetic, really. But smart enough to make myself better. To make women better. More accustomed to their rightful station in servitude. They thought I was a weakling that deserved nothing.

“But I deserve whatever I want, for my clothes. For making sure you get whatever you want. Anyone that wears my clothes does what I want. They are what I want, after enough time has passed. And you and the rest of my girls are going to make sure that everyone wants to wear them. Weaklings, those not strong enough to be like me, don’t want to be made fun of for not being as good as someone like you. And since no one else is as good as you, they think it’s unfair. I think that’s rather unfair to you, though. You should be exalted. Being gorgeous is all that a woman should try to be, after all, being sexy. You do think you’re sexy, don’t you?”

Of course she did. That was her role. He casually lifted one of her long, high-heeled legs and wrapped it around his waist. Kimberly giggled, his hands were so rough and manly on her satin skin. She wondered if he could feel how hot her snatch was through the thin fabric of her dress.

“Being sexy,” she said, nodding, “is like, all about making people want you enough so that they do what you want.” She giggled. “And like, all I want is to um, do what you want.”

“That’s all that matters, isn’t it? Doing what I want.”

She nodded eagerly. Looking into his eyes made everything make sense.

“So, if a person is judged on the worth of what they do, and I only want women to be silly, seductive babes, and you’re the hottest babe alive, that makes you a better person than anyone else, obviously. Better than all of these girls here.” He waved his hand all around him. “Even if they were the hottest in their own towns, they don’t hold a candle to you, gorgeous. They should know their place as inferiors, shouldn’t they?”

Many of the words he said were way too long for her to get, but she got the gist of it. Like someone had flipped a switch in her head, Kimberly suddenly eyed everyone around her critically. Disdainfully. Pretty little things, she supposed, but nothing close to what she could offer him. She was like . . . a master painting, surrounded by fairly good watercolor pictures.

“You’re . . . oh my god,” she said, looking at him in open amazed adoration. “You’re so right. I never thought about it like that.” She giggled. Of course not, when thinking was time wasted for a babe like her around a hunk like Mark. “I’m the best.” She smiled happily, full of pride.

“Exactly. Only the best for me.” He put his hand into her blanket of hair, stroking softly. “I have big plans for you, sweetheart.”

Kimberly swooned with a sudden orgasm, not knowing or caring whether or not it was his touch of being called “sweetheart” that did it. Her knees went limp and only because she had one leg wrapped around him did she managed to stay upright. She closed her eyes and leaned into his hand, unable to stop herself from holding it against her with one soft gloved hand.

“Does that mean, like, that I could, um, like maybe . . .”

Mark waited, smiling at her wolfishly. “Yes?”

Kimberly’s voice got small, a sultry whisper, terrified of rejection. Small tears welled up in her big, shiny green eyes. “Um, it’s just that, you’re the most handsomest hunk I’ve ever seen in my whole life, and I wanted to know if, that, like, I could be, like, maybe, your girlfriend? Please?”

Mark’s other hand went to her ass, sneaking through the long slit of her dress and taking hold of her scorching hot bare ass-flesh. He used his handle there to press her against him, and gave her the most perfect kiss of her life. It was the best orgasm Kimberly had had since the last one. She lost herself as her enormous tits crushed against his chest.

“Silly girl,” Mark said, when he finally decided to end the bliss. “What do you think you were made for, if not to be mine?”