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 Chapter 14

   The walk back to the mall offices was made uncomfortable by the
constantly buzzing egg.  Olivia was still pissed about the events in the
hallway - "amateurs," she thought.  Their inexperienced fondling in the
food court had only fired up her horniness due to the public nature of it.
The fact that anyone walking by would have seen her exposed sex and two
boys hand's jamming away into her privates, was what had turned her on. 
She so badly wanted to have everyone watch her public display of perversion
and sluttiness.  It wasn't the first time she'd had this fantasy and she
certainly had not yet achieved this.  Her youtube video and the gangbang on
the beach brought her back to the thoughts that followed, about how hot she
would look doing a porn movie.  Knowing that countless men would watch her
getting fucked over and over again, had her entering into yet another fit
of sexual desperation.

   She needed the cum that she was denied just moments ago.  In a way she
was relieved that she hadn't fucked her schoolmates and that the whole
event ended in her being raped in front of witnesses.  That would serve to
protect her reputation at school and although they all saw her willingness
to be publicly molested, and she had admitted to wanting to have sex the
whole group of them, nothing close to that ever occurred and so she hoped
she had escaped with some shred of dignity.  Still, her fantasy about
masturbating and orgasming in public had been so close to a reality, that
she gladly would have agreed to any act they could have dreamt up for her
to do; so desperate was she to cum.  Had they recognized that she just
needed to get fucked, she would have let them fuck her right there in the
hallway.  But no, they just pinched her nipples and clumsily fumbled around
in her vagina, getting her more and more frustrated with every passing
second, and pissing her off.  "Boys were stupid that way," she concluded.
"I'm only going to fuck men from now on."

   That desperation was returning again as she walked along on unsteady
legs, the egg buzzing away, doing its job of creating stimulation inside
her pussy walls.  She owed Fred another fuck and this security guard was
who was helping her along, he was going to get it too, whether he knew it
or not.  Unlocking his office door, Fred Murphy guided the young girl
inside and held the door open for his security guard Ron, as he escorted
Olivia through.  Fred went to his little fridge and pulled out a bottle of
water and said, "Here you go dear." As he turned around to hand her the
bottle, there stood Olivia in all her topless glory.  In front of him, the
beautiful blond had already stripped off her shirt and had her skirt hiked
up with her fingers digging deeply into her pussy.  He watched in
fascination as she pulled something white and egg-shaped out of her pussy.
It was buzzing audibly and stopped soon thereafter.  She casually pulled
her skirt down her shapely legs and dropped it on the floor leaving her
naked aside from her sandals which she casually kicked off.

   Ron the security guard, stood there with his mouth hanging open, shocked
at this girl's boldness.  They had just rescued the girl from being raped
and here she was stripping off her clothes in front of perfect strangers
like it was the most natural thing in the world to do.  Her body was
to-die-for he thought as he scanned her from head to toe.  She had the body
that only fitness and the metabolism of youth can provide.  He watched as
she sat down on the leather chair that he himself had sat in on numerous
occasions, and spread her beautiful legs and stated, "I have got to cum so
badly that if one of you guys don't get over here and fuck me right now,
I'm going to die."

   Fred had been hard for the last hour waiting for his turn to fuck the
girl for a third time.  He was on her in a flash and sunk his chemically
enhanced erection into her steamy muff and started pumping into her with a
forceful rhythm.

   "Fred, what are you doing?" Ron asked incredulously.  "She's obviously
traumatized and doesn't know what she's doing, stop that right now."

   "Shut up Ron, do you think this is the first time I've fucked her today?
She's the hottest little slut I've ever met and this is my third time in
her sweet little pussy already.  If you shut your mouth, I'm sure you'll be
next," he said as he pumped away into her quim.  Her luscious tits swaying
in time with his every thrust.

   Olivia loved being called a slut and it just fired her up more as she
reached for her slit and stroked the little nub like crazy.  "Yeah, that's
what I needed, someone who knows how to fuck a pussy," she thought.  She
felt it coming fast and went into her characteristic whole-body spasm as
the ferocity of her orgasm rippled through her.

   "Holy shit, look at her go!" Ron said from his ring-side seat.

   Olivia was just finishing up her fuck with Ron when her cell phone rang.
Climbing off Ron's deflating cock, she scooted over to her purse and
grabbed her phone.  "Hiya Stace!  I've been waiting for you to call me
back. So what's up?"

   "Hi Liv, Alfred's here with me, he says he wants to talk to you, you got
a sec?"

   "Yeah, sure."

   "Hey darlin', you got time to do me a favor?"

   "Ya sure, what do you need?"

   "I got someone I need to you to keep company for me.  Where you at?"

   "The mall over off Riverside"

   "Cool, I'll send DeShawn over to pick you up.  Oh, and Stacy said you
might need a little pick-me-up so he'll have a little surprise for you."

   "Alfred, can I ask a favor?  I bought a bunch of stuff today and have a
whole pile of bags with me, can DeShawn drop me off at home after?"

   "I'm sure he won't mind ridin' your sweet ass home," he said laughing.
"I'll have him call you when he gets there."

   Olivia did her best to wipe the remaining cum dripping from her pussy
and grabbed her clothes.  Snapping her bra in place over her large breasts,
she threw on her new outfit that she had been wearing around the mall this
afternoon, and pulled up her skirt over her naked pussy.  Whatever Alfred
had planned for her was likely going to involve a cock going into her pussy
so her lack of underwear wasn't likely going to be a problem.  She thanked
Fred for his assistance and promised she'd be back and even left him her
phone number, gathered her purchases and headed for the main exit.

   The cool breeze felt great on her overheated pussy as she strode towards
the exit.  It had been a successful afternoon, she'd bought some awesome
new clothes, had a bunch of excellent orgasms and a few "okay" ones, added
five new "cocks" to her stable of fucks, well, six if you include Jake's
little rape episode.  Now she was going to get her second most important
"fix", something special from Alfred.  She was starting to worry a little
about her growing need for the drugs, her body craved it like it did sex,
and one felt so good with the other.  Her whole life these days revolved
around getting one type of "fix" after another.  She was starting to think
she'd have a hard time living without either of her growing addictions. 
The cream had felt so good when she and Stacy had started using it; would
they have continued using it if they had known it had illegal and addictive
drugs in it she wondered?  Olivia wasn't certain, but that road lay behind
her and the road in front of her seemed intertwined with her two current
addictions, sex and drugs.  A laugh escaped her lips as a thought occurred
to her, "I guess all that's missing is the rock and roll!"

   Her amusing moment was interrupted by her cell phone ringing, looking
down she saw it was Reed.  "Hi Reed, whatcha doing?"

   "I was calling to see if you had plans tonight that included me?" he
asked.

   "Yeah, I have plans with Stacy right now but when we're done, I'll call
you or come over to your place," she answered.

   "Sounds good babe, see you then, bye."

   A honking horn startled her, Olivia looked up to see DeShawn's smiling
face through the windshield of a big silver Escalade as he pulled up to the
curb in front of her.  Hopping into the leather passenger seat, she saw the
big man reached over to give her a big hug.  "Freddie's got something for
you, and so do I," he grinned as he grabbed onto his meat stick.  Olivia
knew very well what he was packing under his pants and knew how much it
stretched her pussy out the last time he stuck it in her.  Whatever the
evening's plans were, she was hoping it involved that giant tool getting
jammed into her pussy again.  "Here take a drag on this," he said as he lit
up a joint and passed it over to her.

   "Is this what Alfred promised me to make me feel good," she asked.

   "Nope, saving that for when we get to the hotel, this is just the warm
up."

   By the time they arrived at the hotel, Olivia felt like she was already
pretty stoned.  They had finished off one whole joint and part of a second
by the time the big SUV lurched to a halt.

   "Here's the treat Alfred send for you," DeShawn said as he broke out a
little bag of white powder.  He tapped out two lines of the white stuff and
handed her a small glass tube.  "Snort it up baby, this is going to take
you to the promised land."

   "What is it?" she asked as her pot-clouded mind focused on the

   "No questions, one line up each nostril, do it now," he ordered.

   Olivia complied as she put the tube to her nose and sniffed up the white
powder.

   "Do the other one right now!"

   He switched the tube to her other nostril as she repeated the exercise
and sniffed the whole lot up her nose.  The first thing she felt was the
sting through her sinuses followed by the intense rush as the cocaine
quickly absorbed into her thin tissues.  The crystal meth felt great, but
nothing compared to this stuff.

   She was high as a kite as DeShawn led her down the hotel hallway
stopping front of the room number he had been given.  The door was answered
by three gentlemen who looked to be in their forties or early fifties. 
Everything was a blur after that.  Her clothes were off so fast she didn't
know if she had undressed herself or if the guys had done it for her.  She
was on the bed and someone was fucking her pussy and another guy had his
cock at her mouth.  She was energized and everything felt perfect again. 
Stoned-sex, high-sex, whatever you wanted to call it, that's what she had
been craving ever since the cream wore off at the mall today.  Everything
they did to her just fueled her desire for more.

   The drugs brought out the Queen in full force and she encouraged their
every desires.  Cocks were in her pussy, in her ass and in her mouth,
several times all at once.  It seemed to go on for hours, although pot
always had a way of making her mind seem like time was standing still.  The
orgasms were magnificent; they were always so much better when she was
stoned.

   Looking down in a brief moment of clarity, Olivia recognized the lustful
look on the man's face that so many men had given her since she had become
the proclaimed Queen of the Sluts, and it renewed her efforts as she thrust
her pussy down onto the man's cock with renewed vigor.  Someone was
pinching her nipples and it shot sparks outward throughout her body. 
Something hard was being shoved into her ass as she rode the cock.  Looking
back, one of the guys was pushing the neck of a beer bottle into her ass.
It made her feel raunchy, and dirty, and she loved it.  It gave her an
inspiration for a show she could put on for them as she felt the cock in
her pussy begin pulsing.

   Climbing off the cock in her pussy, she grabbed the bottle out of the
hands of the guy who had been feeding it up her ass and pulled it out. 
Immediately she inserted it up into her vagina and shoved it as far in as
it would go, right up against her cervix.  The fat part of the bottle was
seated an inch or two into her pussy and it stretched her more than any of
the cocks they were sporting.

   She heard them begin to chant, "More, more, more,..." She tried pushing
harder and felt the bottle slide in a little further followed by the
intense pressure she felt every time Reed played with her cervical opening.
There was no pain, certainly not with all the drugs she felt coursing
through her system as she pushed harder on the bottle and felt it slip in a
little ways more.  The feeling coming from her loins was reaching the point
at which she thought she might pass out.  "Rub my clit," she whispered as
she tried forcing more of the bottle into her uterus.

   Five or six strokes from one of the guys was all it took as Olivia was
wracked with one of her crazy full-body uterine orgasms that sent her into
convulsions that continued even after she had passed out from it; the
bottle still deeply seated in her pussy and uterus.

   When she came to and looked down, there was only about an inch of the
fat part of the bottle protruding from her pussy, the intense pressure
still present as the bottle was still lodged in her womb.  It was a weird
sensation that passed through her as she gently pulled the bottle out.  He
pussy lips hung slackly for a few seconds as her womanhood closed up from
the extracted bottle.

   "That was unbelievable," one of the guys said as the three of them sat
there watching Olivia recover from her fiercest orgasm of the day.  "Can
you do it again, only this time with a full bottle?" he asked.

   "I can try," Olivia replied as she was handed a sweaty bottle of beer.

   "Hold on, shake it up first and then stick it in," one of the other guys
requested.

   Somewhat confused on how she was supposed to comply, the guy offered to
do it for her, and so she just laid back and relaxed as she still felt the
afterglow of her tremendous orgasm.  Her curiosity got the better of her
and she watched as the guy plugged the end of the fresh bottle with his
thumb and began shaking it vigorously.  The foamy beverage was leaking
around his thumb, the pressure trying to expel the fleshy stopper.  Somehow
the guy managed to get the tip of the bottle including his thumb in her
pussy before he pulled his thumb off and shoved the bottle hard into her
muff.  The wet bottle slid easily up to the flared neck before encountering
the resistance provided by her elastic tissues.  He continued pushing as
the fat part of the bottle entered and the opening slammed into her cervix.

   It took a second to register before she could feel the coldness.  It was
one of those sensations where it took a second for her mind to figure out
of it was hot or cold, and then just as quickly, the coldness chilled right
through her, down to the bone.  Olivia had never had anything cold put into
her body like this before; it was like jumping into really cold water, only
this was from the inside out.  The foamy beer erupted out of her pussy
despite the bottle damming up much the pressurized contents.  The expanding
foam with nowhere else to go, shot up into her womb and stunned her again
as the pressure was instantly followed by pain and then everything went
back again.

   Olivia returned to consciousness with a familiar warm sensation
emanating from her loins.  Looking down she could see a sheaf of dark hair
parked between her legs as one of the guys appeared to be drinking the beer
straight from her pussy.  He had his mouth locked around her vaginal
opening and the sucking sensation she felt was new, and very odd.

   "Anybody else want to drink the tastiest beer you'll ever have?" he
asked as he got up from between her legs.

   "I'm next," one of the other guys stated.

   "Could you please not shake it up this time, that really hurt," Olivia
replied.

   "Sure thing," he replied as he cracked open another beer.

   The guys really liked "shot-gunning" beer from her pussy as they each
pounded back a couple of beers apiece before they got the idea that maybe
they could foam-shot a beer up her ass, just for fun.

   Olivia felt like their plaything, it was sexy and dirty and she relished
the attention.  The beer enema felt intensely cold but refreshing after the
pounding they gave her ass.  None of the guys had the guts to drink the
shit-tinged beer as she waddled over the bathroom and let it go into the
toilet.

   With their allotted time winding down, Olivia deep throated the three
guys to one final orgasm each before she jumped into the shower to clean
their spunk and the stinky beer from her body.  They had been remarkably
gentle on her body considering the number of times each man had fucked her.
As she soaped her nubile body, there were no welts or bruises or anything
marring her skin's perfect complexion.

   Returning from the bathroom wrapped in just a towel, Olivia was
surprised to see DeShawn waiting for her.  "Hi DeShawn, I didn't hear you
come in, are you taking me home now?" she asked, the drugs she had consumed
were starting to wear off and she was becoming fully cognizant for the
first time since..., well whenever she had smoked that pot and snorted the
white powder.  She'd lost track of time and had no idea how long she'd been
fucking those guys, the pot altering her sense of time, the white stuff
altering the rest of her world.  In the back of her mind she knew it was
cocaine, and with everything she had subjected both her mind and body to in
the last week, she somehow couldn't wrap her twelve year old brain around
the fact and admit that she was using hard addictive drugs, and so went
down a path of denial.

   "Not quite yet baby-doll, you got a couple more guys to fuck.  Then I be
taking you home and giving you a dose of this here black meat," he said
patting his large cock like you would pat your dog's head for being a good
boy.  "You want some more of the good stuff?" he asked pulling the little
baggy of white powder out.

   There was no way she was going to be able to say no, not after
experiencing the amazing high it gave her.  No wonder Stacy said it was so
good she was willing to give up the cream completely; it was everything she
said it would be, and more.  She nodded in agreement and stepped forward as
he spilled a little on the table and pulled out the tube.  Olivia hungrily
snorted it down and felt the rush quickly consume her body.

   "How about a little more," he asked as he pulled out his mostly erect
cock and sprinkled a little along its mighty length.  Olivia snorted that
down to, but noticed some of the white powder had clung to his skin. 
Dropping the tube on the table, Olivia sucked the monster into her mouth
and felt the acrid sting of the white powder as she tasted it on her
tongue. The rush of the additional coke went straight to her head and she
drifted off into her dreamy world again, the world where carnal pleasure
ruled and rational thoughts were cast aside.

   Olivia ravaged the black cock like it was meal, trying to suck it down
into her throat with every bit of effort her dreamy state would allow.  Her
dilated pupils stared up on the man as she sucked his cock with every bit
of skill she had gleaned over the past week.  "Please fuck me now," she
begged.

   "Sorry girl, a BJ will have to do for now, you got paying customers
coming and you're all cleaned up.  Don't worry girl, I'm gonna hit that
pussy like you've never felt before after you're done here," he said as he
felt his cum churning in his balls, ready to rocket into her mouth.

   Olivia's efforts were rewarded momentarily as she felt the big cock
pulse a split second before the first jet hit the back of her throat. 
Shoving her mouth forward as hard as she could, the big black head hit the
back of her throat as the jets of cum continued firing straight down her
throat.  Not wasting a drop, she held the big phallus in her throat until
the jerking member remained still.  She sucked the entire length back out,
careful not to let any remaining cum dribble out and be lost.

   "Girl, you are the only one who's ever deep-throated me before.  You're
a fucking champ.  Now go wash your mouth out, nobody wants to fuck a girl
with cum breath."

   Olivia had three guys back to back, come in the room, fuck her silly and
then leave her with a snatch full of cum.  The first two must of have been
on the clock and in a hurry to get home to the wife as they came in fucked
into her pussy in a big hurry, and then left just as quickly.  The last guy
was a big heavy guy with a tool to match.  At least he took his time,
rocking his cock into her at a nice slow pace, grinding his pelvis up
against hers, her clitty getting crushed with each stroke.  Olivia was on
the bottom the whole time and loved it, her whole body pressed down by his
manliness as he pushed his generous cock into her silken depths.  The tip
of his cock pushing at her cervical opening with every thrust.  The little
mouth nipping at his bulbous head each time the time came in contact with
each other.  He wasn't long enough to get in, but he was thick enough to
remind her that this was no boy-cock he was plumbing her depths with.

   Olivia came on his cock as he was chewing on one of her sensitive
nipples, the effects of the coke and the stimulation provided her with her
umpteenth orgasm of the day.  "What a day this has been," she thought as
she remained squashed under his bulky weight, his cock shriveling inside
her vaginal canal, his semen dripping through her open cervix into her
womb.

   Olivia lay there as the man dressed and thanked her.  He threw her a
hundred dollar bill as a tip and left the room.  "That's the coolest thing
ever, getting paid to do what I love," she said aloud as she dropped the
bill into her purse and headed for the shower.

   As before, DeShawn was waiting for her when she returned to the room
wearing a towel.  "Now, can I have that big monster you keep teasing me
with?" she asked, as she did her best to do a sexy little impromptu dance
and dropping the towel.

   "Let's settle up first then go someplace more intimate," he suggested as
he started laying out bills on the table.  Your share for the evening's
activities was $600, less a hundy for the coke, leaving you with five
hundred.  If you want a bag of coke to take home, I'll leave you with three
hundred and we call it even, sound good?" he asked as he dug a baggy of
powder out of his pocket.

   "Uh, okay, that sounds good," Olivia replied as she started fastening
her bra back on.  "I've had the bra for what three days, maybe four?" she
wondered.  It was all she could do to wedge her ever-growing boobs into the
restraining material.  She pulled up her skirt and threw on her sandals and
said, "Let's go then."

   DeShawn drove straight to Olivia's house without stopping.

   "I thought you said we were going someplace intimate?" she asked.

   "This is about as intimate as it gets.  I'm gonna fuck you in your own
bed.  I'm gonna make you squeal like the little girl that you are," he
chuckled as he climbed out of the driver's side door and went around the
grab all her stuff from in back.

   Next door, Reed Johnson saw the Caddy SUV pull in the driveway and
Olivia get out along with the big black guy driving.  They carried a number
of shopping bags in the house and then closed the door.  He admired they
way she moved in the short skirt she was wearing, the ruffled material
flaring out nicely to show off her developing hips and her sexy legs.  The
top she had on looked new and accented her natural curves.  He cracked a
beer and waited for the guy to leave so he could go over and fuck that
sweet pussy.  He'd been thinking about fucking the little beauty all day
long and couldn't wait to get into her puss again.

   Inside, DeShawn helped Olivia put her bags of clothes into her closet.
She stashed a bunch of it into the big cardboard box she had shoved in the
back.

   "Why you shoving all that new stuff in there?" he asked.

   "I'm hiding it from my mom along with the other stuff I don't want her
to know about.  I don't want her knowing how much I bought, she'll wonder
where all the money came from."

   "From whoring that's where.  What else you got in there?  Bring it out,
I wanna see."

   Reluctantly Olivia pulled out the box with all her slut clothes in it
along with all the toys and accoutrements from the porn shop.

   "Damn girl, look at all this stuff.  I never would have dreamed you'd be
this freaky.  You gonna use all this stuff?"

   "I dunno, I guess so.  I haven't tried it all yet, but I want to
someday."

   "You gonna use this too someday," he asked, holding up the gold chain
with the bars through the ends.

   "I haven't figured out what that's for yet," she said, lying through her
teeth.  She knew exactly what it was for, she just didn't have the guts to
get her body pierced yet, and these were designed to go through pierced
nipples.

   "Let's play with this stuff later.  Right now, I want to party with you
girl," he said, pulling his shirt off over his head.  Olivia pulled her top
off in turn and then released the hook on her bra-strap, her big boobs
popping out from the tight material.  "Damn, those would look fine with a
little bling in'em," he said.  "Some other time, some other time."

   DeShawn stripped down as did Olivia and they embraced like lovers, the
two kissing passionately.  His cock stirring to life as the beautiful
blonde rubbed her large orbs up against his chest.

   "Girl, I got an idea.  Where's that cream of yours at?  I want you to
rub it all over my dick before I stick it in, I want that meth high you
keep going on about."

   Olivia scooted over and grabbed her jar and liberally rubbed it all over
his big black pole before rubbing a think wad into her own genitalia. 
Laying her back on her own bed, DeShawn eased his big tool into her tight
crevice.  This being the twelfth cock to enter her pussy today, it was by
far the biggest and stretched her as much as the beer bottle had.  They
felt the meth begin the take its effect as they began fucking like they
were starved for it.  They fucked like wild animals and every time it felt
like the cream had absorbed in, they both slathered more on and in.  They
were both thoroughly stoned, Olivia more so because of her low body weight
in comparison to DeShawn, a professional bouncer.

   Olivia remembered at one point snorting more coke off DeShawn's erect
tool, and then again as the world around her clouded over.  She was loving
the massive stretch his big cock gave her, and the spectacular orgasms it
provided, and then she drifted off and everything went black.

   Olivia opened her eyes wondering what she was hearing.  It was her
mother putting dishes in the dishwasher.  The plates were clanging together
and making enough noise that it brought her out of her deep sleep.  Looking
down she was in her own bed, thankfully no DeShawn in sight, and her room
looked like it usually did, well except for the little baggy of cocaine
left sitting on her bedside table.  "Oh shit," Olivia said under her breath
as she struggled to roll over and right herself.  A shooting pain ripped
through her crotch as she brought her legs up, a similar pain erupted from
her chest as she scraped her naked breasts along the bed sheets in her
attempt to get up.

   Looking down Olivia was shocked to see the gold chain with the solid
bars pierced through each of her nipples.  Well that explained the
excruciating pain coming from her chest; she was afraid to look down for
fear of what had been done to her crotch.  Breathing a sigh of relief,
Olivia saw just a thin gold ring going through the tissue covering her
clitoris.  Gingerly pulling the tissue up, she checked to make sure the
ring wasn't actually pierced through her tender little bud.  She could
barely touch the little ring without yelping pain.

   It was like a nightmare she still needed to wake up from.  "I can't
believe DeShawn would pierce me like this when I was passed out," she
thought recalling his comments about playing with the piercing gun.  "I
must have been pretty messed for this not to have woken me up," she said
aloud.

   Realizing that she needed to get both her new piercings and the coke
hidden quickly, Olivia willed herself to get up and out of bed.  The heavy
chain linking her nipples swung wildly as she stood up, the pain from the
motion shooting outwards in all directions.  She kept her body moving as
she grabbed the baggy and found an old sweater hanging in her closet in
which she could pocket the drugs.  Grabbing her bathrobe, Olivia sat down
on the edge of her bed as carefully as possible so as not to disturb the
little ring through her pussy.  Inspecting her nipples more closely, Olivia
noted that they were erect, red, and swollen to about twice their normal
size.  She hefted the large breast up so she could look at the device
attached to her nipple.

   The gold bar going through her tender nipple was attached at both ends
to a gold U-shaped loop, the loop was attached to the chain by a small
circular gold bead with a hole through the middle, through which the loop
slid.  The foot long chain was attached to the bead by a small delicate
swivel.  Hoping she could somehow detach the bar and pull the contraption
off her violated nipple, Olivia looked closely at the bar and could see a
very small slot at the end of the bar.  Remembering the threaded end on the
bar when she examined it the last time, she surmised the threaded end was
screwed into the far end of the U-shaped housing.  Some type of miniature
tool had been used to screw the bar into the end of the receiver.  "But who
the hell had done this?" she wondered.  "DeShawn seemed just as fucked up
as I was," she said to herself.  "Did he do this after I passed out?  When
did he leave for that matter?  It had to be before mom got home or would've
heard about by now!" she thought.

   A knock on her bedroom door brought Olivia out of her thought.  "Are you
up yet honey or are you going to sleep the whole morning away?" her mother
asked.

   "I'm up mom, I was just throwing on my bathrobe.  I'll be right out."

   "I made bacon and scrambled eggs, you can heat it up if you want some."

   "Thanks mom," Olivia replied as she pulled the bathrobe across her
chest, cringing as the terry-cloth scraped across her already sensitive
nipples made more so by her late-night mysterious alteration.

   Olivia joined her mother in the kitchen, being careful to move slowly so
she didn't jiggle her breasts, as she sat down for some breakfast.  She
carefully positioned her legs and behind on the chair so that her thighs
wouldn't rub up against the ring through her clit hood.  It wasn't very
lady-like, but it did the job, too bad it wasn't that easy keeping her
breasts protected.  They were so big now that wearing any kind of clothing
was going to be problematic until she could figure out how to get rid of
the nipple rings.

   "I was thinking about doing some shopping this morning.  Want to join
me?" her mother asked.

   "I was thinking of hanging out here today mom.  Stacy was going to come
over for a swim.  Is that okay if I skip the shopping?"

   "I suppose I could let you off the hook this time," she giggled.  "You
girls probably don't want to be seen with your old mom anyway."

   "Mom, you know that's not true, and you're not old.  I saw how those
college guys were checking you out the other day."

   "Olivia, that's not a very appropriate thing to say!" she said in a
half-mocking expression.  "Were they really?" she asked with a laugh.

   "Sure they thought you were hot mom, that's why eighteen of them fucked
your pussy when you were passed out!" she said to herself.

   "Sure mom.  I saw them checking out your boobs!"

   "Olivia!  Honestly, I can't believe some of things that come out of your
mouth!"

   "I can't believe some of the things that cum IN my mouth either!" she
added to the running commentary in her head.  "Oh mom, I'm just telling you
what I saw them looking at."

   "Well, while you're cleaning up your breakfast dishes, maybe you should
clean up your mouth too young lady," Lauren said as she watched her
daughter slowly get up from the table, the muscles in her face were taught
like she was in some kind of pain.  "You okay honey?  I thought I saw a
look on your face."

   "Uh, I'm okay mom."

   "Did your rash come back?"

   "My rash?  Oh, yeah, I forgot to take my pill last night, maybe that's
it!"

   "Well make sure you take them, the vitamin isn't all that important
since you eat a pretty healthy diet, but make sure you take all those
anti-inflammatory pills.  In fact, I've never heard of a two week regimen
of anti-inflammatories, why don't you double them up and get them over with
in a couple of days.  Really knock that rash down for good."

   "Are you sure mom?"

   "Honey, who's the nurse here, you or me?  I oversee the meds of a
hundred of our residents and these kinds of meds are pretty harmless.  I'm
sure it will be okay."

   "Okay, if you say so, but how many should I take right now since I
missed last night's pill?"

   "Four now, two tonight, then two each time until they're all gone which
should only be a few more days I would imagine."

   Unbeknownst to the Hastings girls, Dr.  Sanders had given Olivia more
than a two week supply with the hopes she wouldn't notice and keep on
taking the hormones.

   "Can I take an aspirin too?  It's was kinda sore sitting down because of
the, you know..., the rash."

   "Sure honey, I'll grab you some Tylenol, that'll be more effective,"
Lauren said as she got up and rummaged through one of the kitchen cabinets.

   With four hormone pills and two Tylenols downed, and one "vitamin (aka
birth control pill)" omitted, Olivia headed back to her room to see if she
could find a way to rid herself of the metal contraptions inserted through
her sensitive tissues.

   Grabbing her cell phone on her way to her room, Olivia noticed she had
several texts: our course the first two were from the church guys, then
Stacy, Reed, and Alfred.  Feeling guilty she texted back both the church
guys and promised them a date really soon.  Stacy's text was simple, I'm
coming over at ten.  Checking the clock, it was almost ten now.  Reed's
text was short and sweet: "I saved your ass last night, I kicked the nigger
out before your mom got home and I gave you a little something to remember
me by, how do you like the new bling?"

   "Reed was the one who gave me these piercings!" she said aloud.  She was
shocked that the man who claimed to have feelings for her would do
something this horrible to her.  Maybe horrible wasn't the right way to
express her feelings about her current condition.  They looked hot, but
they were so painful.  That would obviously go away soon, but right now it
hurt a lot!

   "Saved her ass?  Kicked out DeShawn?  He must have passed out too. 
Thank God Reed had come over before mom got home," she thought.  Her mind
was racing: what would her mother have done?  What would she have thought
finding a gigantic black man naked in her twelve year old daughter's bed?
Whether or not the piercings were punishment or reward, it was a small
consequence to pay for the favor he did by getting DeShawn out before her
mom got home.

   With her mind still trying to deal with the revelations of Reed's
message, she absently glossed over Alfred's text: "Hey kid, I heard you did
good.  How do you like the new "stuff"?  Lots more where that came from if
you want more work.  A".

   She replied to his text and said: "Love the new "stuff", ready whenever
you need me."

   His reply coincided with the ringing of the doorbell: "Good, I'll tell
you what time and when we'll pick you up."

   "Olivia, Stacy's here," her mother shouted.  A few seconds later her
bedroom door opened and her friend Stacy walked in.

   "Hi Liv, whatcha doing?  Boy did you miss out yesterday."

   "Really?  I had an interesting day myself and an even more interesting
night."

   "Oohh, sounds juicy, you go first then."

   "Okay, well I went shopping and bought all these awesome clothes with
the money Reed gave me and then I walked around and picked up random guys
and banged them in the manager's office.  Then DeShawn picked me up and I
banged a couple of guys in a hotel room before he came back here and banged
me and then I passed out," Olivia said.

   "That doesn't sound as juicy as I was expecting, at least not in
comparison to my day," Stacy said excitedly.  "And what money Reed gave
you?"

   "Really?  Not that exciting?  Well, what did you do that was so
exciting? Oh, and Reed paid me a thousand dollars to fuck this old man in a
hotel room."

   "Holy shit, a thousand bucks for one fuck?  Okay, maybe yours is pretty
juicy too.  Anyways, Alfred took me to this really fancy condo to meet his
suppliers.  They have this penthouse downtown that is bigger than my
parent's house!  They had lunch catered from some fancy restaurant with all
kinds of awesome stuff to eat.  We drank this really expensive champagne
and had a blast.  The big boss was meeting with Alfred in private while the
three guys he had with him hung out with me.  We relaxed in the sun, swam
in his private pool.  He has a pool on the top floor all to himself!  Of
course that's when the guy broke out the good stuff.  They showed me how to
snort it and it was awesome!  By that time I was running around naked,
teasing the guys like I always do."

   "I suppose that's when you fucked them all."

   "Nope, I tried my best but they said they weren't allowed until after
the boss had fucked me first.  I even jerked off in front of them trying to
entice them but they wouldn't go for it.  You should try jerking off when
you're high on this stuff, it's amazing!  Anyways, the guys wouldn't even
let me blow them!  Can you imagine that, a guy turning down a blow job!"

   "Keep your voice down, my mother will hear you," Olivia said as she
shifted on her bed, trying to get as comfortable as her punctured
appendages would allow.

   "She's gone.  She said goodbye and said something about going shopping,"
Stacy said.

   "Oh, well in that case, I gotta lose this robe, it's killing my
nipples," Olivia said as she threw the robe off her shoulders allowing the
garment to fall down her back, exposing her nakedness.

   "Holy shit!  When did you get your nipples pierced?"

   "Apparently last night, but I was passed out and don't remember any of
it.  It fucking hurts and it's not just my nipples that got pierced," she
said pointing down at her pussy.

   "That's so fucking hot.  Did you use your piercing gun?  You gotta do me
too!"

   "Are you crazy, it hurts, and I don't know I was passd out."

   "I don't care, I got enough pain killer for both of us," Stacy said
lifting out a baggy of white powder much more substantial than her own.

   "Wow, where did you get that!"

   "Well, I was about to tell you about the rest of my evening when you
whipped out your tits with all the gold hanging from them.  Your tits are
bigger by the way, they must still be growing again."

   "Really?  You can tell just by looking at them?"

   "Trust me, I'm a boob expert now that I have my own," Stacy said as she
lifted up her shirt showing off her new 34B bra, and then hiking up the bra
to show off her boobs.  "See, I have B-cups now, awesome huh?"

   "Nice tits Stace.  B-cup already huh?  That's awesome.  I had a hard
time getting into my new C-cup bra yesterday; I wonder if I'm ready for a
D-cup?  That's only one size smaller than my mom, and she's huge."

   "You look like you're catching up to her.  Anyways, back to my story. 
Me and the three guys hung out all afternoon and when it started getting
close to dinner time, they had some woman bring in a dress for me, she even
altered it right there on the spot.  She even did my hair and makeup!

   `Wow, these guys sound rich if they went to all that trouble."

   "They're drug dealers, of course they're rich.  Back to my story, then
we all went to this fancy restaurant and the boss, Senor Castillo ordered
for me.  It must be a guy thing, anyway, I was still high and I whispered
in his ear and asked him if he wanted a blow job and he said he'd take me
up on my offer later."

   "And did he?"

   "Oh yeah, he fucked me for over an hour before finally blowing his load
in me, then he turned me over to the guys and they fucked me for like three
hours.  Then the boss fucked me again, only he wanted my ass this time.  I
lost track of how many hits of blow I had but I was stoned pretty much all
night long."

   "It sounds like you had a good time," Olivia said as she lounged back on
her bed, letting the chain lay on her tits instead of hanging down, taking
the pressure off her tender nipples.  Stacy leaned in and took a good look
at the ring going through her clit hood.

   "So you are going to pierce me now?"

   "I don't even know how to do it."

   "It's not hard, don't you remember getting your ears pierced?"

   "Well yeah."

   "Try it," Stacy said climbing off the bed and heading towards the
closet. Rummaging around inside the box, Stacy pulled out the device and
threw it on the bed.  Digging further she found a small plastic case and
looking inside, she found several assorted studs and rings.  "Look, you
even have jewelry for it."

   "Is there a tool in there for taking these nipple things off?"

   "Like what?"

   "A tiny screwdriver?"

   "Yeah, there is, but why would you want to take them off?  They're
seriously hot"

   "But they hurt."

   "Here you big baby," Stacy said as she opened up her baggy of coke and
dumped a little out on her bedside table.  Grabbing a cut-off plastic
drinking straw from her pocket, Stacy handed it to her friend and offered
her instructions on how to inhale it.

   "I tried some of this last night too, but do you really think it'll
help?"

   "Did you feel it when you got it done?  By the way, who did it?"

   "Nope, didn't wake up at all, and it was Reed.  I don't know if he had
help or if he did it by himself but he sent me a text asking if I liked my
new bling."

   Sniffing up the little pile of coke, Olivia threw her head back as the
dust absorbed into her sinus cavities and the rush spread throughout her
body.  Sure enough, the tenderness in her nipples seemed to float away. 
"That feels awesome, can I have some more?" Olivia asked.

   "No way, you need to stay focused so you can pierce my nipples and
clit."

   "You seriously want to go through with it?"

   "Hell yeah, here I got it loaded with a stud, I can put the one I want
in after you pierce them with the stud first."

   "Don't you want to freeze it first?"

   "Good idea, I'll go get some ice and then do a line to help."

   Stacy stripped off her shirt and bra and headed to the kitchen and
returned with an ice cube pressed onto each nipple.  Putting the ice cubes
down for a minute, she sniffed down a line of coke and returned the ice
cubes to her nipples.  Each one was as erect as they were going to get. 
"Ready Liv, I'll pull it out, you pierce it at the base, okay?  Go!"

   Olivia pressed the trigger and sent the stud right through her best
friend's nipple before she had a chance to change her mind.

   "Ouch, that hurt!" Stacy said.  Here hold this ring for a second while I
pull the stud out before my nipple swells up.  Yanking out the stud, Stacy
pushed the little ring through the hole, in one side and out the other, and
then locked the ends together.  "That was easy enough, now let's do the
other one, and then my clit."

   "You're crazy, but if that's what you want."

   "Fuck yeah," Stacy said slowly, the drugs obviously making this ordeal
much easier than if she where sober.

   Half an hour later and with both nipples and her clit hood pierced, both
girls had identical piercings, the only difference being the choice of
jewelry.  All the attention to their sexy bits had both girls worked up and
ready to play, especially Olivia who was just starting to feel the effects
of taking four doses of her hormone pills at once.  "Who are we going to
fuck today?" Olivia asked.

   "I don't know, do you have something in mind?"

   "A few ideas, but I need to get fucked, and soon," Olivia admitted.

   "Wow, Liv, that's what I like to hear.  So what ideas do you have?"

   "I've been dying to go back to the porn shop and get fucked there again.
How about you?"

   "I've been thinking about going to that biker bar again."

   "That was fun.  Yeah maybe we should do both today.  I definitely want
to be here when Reed gets home from work though, so whatever we do, we need
to wrap it up so I can be home around five, okay?"

   "Sure, no problem.  We should call Alfred first though, he said he might
have a job for us to do today."

   "I texted him back and said for him to let me know when and where if he
needs us," Olivia said as she tested out the tenderness of her clit by
giving it a little rub.  She winced as she poked the ring a little too
roughly.  "How do your tits feel with the rings in them?"

   "They don't hurt as much as I thought they would, maybe they'll hurt
more later, but they look fucking hot."

   "Yeah, I think you're right.  Do you think you can unfasten these so I
can put a pair of rings in mine?"

   "Why?  That chain looks so hot, leave them in."

   "I don't want anyone yanking on it.  I think that could really hurt."

   "We've got plenty of pain-killer here to keep that under control," Stacy
joked referring to her baggy of coke.  "We should probably clean these, do
you have any alcohol?"

   "Yeah, I'll go find it and then we should get ready to go, I'm getting
hornier by the minute," Olivia responded.

   "Awesome, let's get dolled up and get going, we're not going to get any
cock sitting around here!" Stacy added.

   A phone call to Alfred confirming he wanted the girls available tonight
to work a private bachelor party that evening put Olivia in a funk as they
climbed into the cab they'd ordered.  She was looking forward to spending
some quality time with Reed; she'd have to figure out a way to please both.


   Pulling the phone number from the box in her closet, Olivia called the
"House of Skin" and briefly spoke to the owner before hanging up.

   "We're all set, he's putting the word out and thinks we should be pretty
busy.  I guess guys have been pestering him constantly ever since my visit
there wanting to know when I'd be back," Olivia chuckled.  Both girls had
snorted back a couple of lines from Stacy's stash and were feeling the full
effects now as the taxi sped along.

   "You must have put on quite a show!"

   "I forget what Steve said I did, like forty or fifty guys, something
like that.  I can't remember all of it, but it was amazing.  That was my
first real gang bang."

   "And how much is he willing to pay?"

   "He said he'd split it fifty-fifty with us."

   "Sounds fair enough," Stacy replied.

   They arrived at the "House of Skin" and walked through the door to a
throng of men waiting for them.  They didn't disappoint with how they had
done themselves up, Stacy in cut-off jean shorts and high-heeled short
boots, her tight white t-shirt showing off her black bra and her hair
tousled to give that "put-away-wet" look.  Her bright red lipstick and
heavy eye makeup made her look both super-slutty and several years older
than her real age.

   Olivia was more conservative wearing one of her new skirts she bought
from the mall yesterday; added to that a scoop neck top showing just enough
cleavage to be sexy without being slutty.  Rounding out her look were a
pair of sandals, her favorites, and light makeup.  Olivia figured Stacy's
makeup was just going to get smeared all over her face anyway so there was
no need for her to put on clown makeup too, plus it showed her natural good
looks better that way.  Olivia had to dig out one of the sheer black D-cup
bras she had received from this very store just last week as her Victoria's
Secret bras were just too tight now to be comfortable.  Plus the nipple
chain Stacy had talked her into keeping, couldn't fit, in or out of the bra
cups.  The D-cup was cut low enough for the chain to comfortably slip over
the tops.  Even this one was tight around her rib cage, she'd have to move
up to a 34 next as the 32 just didn't fit.  "Everything's growing these
days," she thought.

   Walking up to the counter, Olivia was greeted by the grizzled,
pot-bellied man who had brought her the revelation that she was the Queen
of the Sluts.

   "My Queen has returned, and what can we do for you today my dear?"

   "I'm in a super horny mood today and I need some relief," Olivia said.
"This is my friend Stacy and she's a huge slut too."

   "Are you looking for quality or quantity?" the man asked.

   "How about both?"

   "That'll work," he said as he came around the counter and announced to
the group of guys that they had their choice of two young sluts just
begging to be fucked; the announcement was met with a chorus of cheers. 
Reaching under Olivia's skirt, he was pleased to find her bare pussy
unencumbered by underwear.  Stroking his finger through her slit and
finding it wet, he held up his hand and yelled out, "She's wet and ready
boys!" Another round of cheers went up.  The man escorted the girls through
the door to the back by the line of doors leading to the individual peep
show rooms, and the room where she had been her last time.

   Olivia remembered the room well and it looked like it hadn't been
cleaned since.  It still looked and smelled like dirty sex with its walls
of flaking white paint, the stained mattress lying on the bare wooden
floor. It was perfect what she felt she needed today.  She wasn't sure why
she felt so slutty today and in such need of cock, but she was assumed it
had something to do with the four pills she took this morning and the two
lines of coke she had snorted back before leaving the house.  If there was
any doubt in her mind that Dr.  Sander's was giving her the same hormone
pills that he was giving to Stacy, today's dosage and her resulting
horniness told her everything she needed to know.

   The Queen was coming out in full force launching her into her slut-zone
where the blossoming young woman took such comfort.  Olivia was happy her
mother had recommended she double up her prescription dosage, it helped
fuel her need for cock.  Not wanting to waste any time on formalities, she
stripped down butt naked and climbed onto the smelly mattress and waited
for her first fuck of the day, her pussy already dripping wet at the
prospect.

   In the next room, Stacy was blowing the grizzled old man's cock, a test
to see how she ranked amongst the best cock-suckers he'd ever experienced.
"You got great promise girl, you'll do just fine," he said as he pulled his
cock from her hungry mouth.

   Confused why he didn't let her finish, Stacy looked at him and asked,
"Did I do something wrong?"

   "Nope, but in a few minutes I'll start sending guys back.  Have fun!" he
said closing the door after himself.

   "Guys, listen up, the prices are going to work this way, the first guy
pays $500 for ten minutes, the second 450 and so on down to 100, after that
the prices stay at 100 for each ten minutes.  If you want seconds, you have
to get back in line.  The prices will go down to 50 after the second hour,
ten bucks after the third and if there's anything left, 5 bucks after that.
Get your cash out!"

   The first guy into Olivia's room stripped as quickly as he could and
wasted to time getting into her pussy, ten minutes wasn't a lot of time and
he wanted to make sure he got his money's worth, as did the stream of guys
that followed.  Olivia's tits jiggled under the unrelenting stream of cocks
that pounded into her gash.  Every touch to her body added to her cycle of
orgasms, one after the other.  Even her piercings gave her stimulation as
every guy who walked in the room went crazy over her huge pierced tits and
grabbed and pulled on the nipples and the chain too.  She was lost
somewhere between pleasure and pain as she traded positions over and over
again, some guys trying to pound her uterus right through the mattress,
others preferred the sight of a beautiful big breasted blond riding on top
of their cocks.  Doggy style was popular with those who liked trading back
and forth between her asshole and her pussy.  She took them all, in all
holes, non left unsullied as cum splattered her body, her face, and hair
and just about everywhere else cum could drip.

   After what seemed like hours, Olivia took a break to wash up a little
and ran into Stacy in the grimy bathroom obviously doing the same.  She
looked a mess with her makeup smeared all over her face, cum coating her
cheeks and eyebrows.  "Hi Stace, how's is going?  Having fun?"

   "Yeah, but have you noticed anything peculiar about the guys that are
coming in now?"

   "Not really, they all kinda look alike after a while.  I've been more
focused on my orgasms although now that you mention it, the last few could
have used a shower this morning."

   "Yeah, that's kinda my point, they started out pretty respectable and
clean cut, and after a while the quality seemed to dip, the last ones
seemed kinda down and out.  How long have we been at this anyway?"

   "I don't know, do you have your phone on you?" Olivia asked.

   "Yeah, here it is," Stacy said as she dug her phone out of her purse. 
"Holy shit!  It's three-thirty!  What time did we get here?"

   "I'm not sure ten-thirty or eleven," Olivia replied, thinking that it
didn't seem like she'd been fucking that long.  The orgasms seemed as
continuous as the cocks that provided them and the Queen relished each one,
and the Queen wasn't done yet, not by a long shot.

   "Are you girls done or do you have more in the tank?" asked the grizzled
manager as he stuck his head in through the bathroom door.

   "We gotta get going soon but we got a little time.  Why, are there more
guys still out there?" Olivia asked while using wet paper towels to clean
the dripping cum from her pussy.

   "Well, yeah, probably fifty still in line.  The crowd really started
building up as the price dropped," he said.

   "What do you mean, price dropped?" Stacy asked.

   "Guys aren't going to pay top dollar for a cum-soaked whore.  That's why
the price kept dropping after every hour you were on the job."

   "How much are you charging?" Olivia asked as she finished wiping her
gooey pussy.

   "The first guy was $500 for each of you, after that the price dropped
down the busier you got.  You've been at it for four or five hours, so now
I'm only charging five bucks for ten minutes.  But don't worry, you still
get 50%.

   "Great, I'm fucking any low life who can scrape together five bucks
now," Stacy huffed, clearly not pleased with the news.

   "Hey, you're getting two-fifty for that low-life dick!" Olivia joked.

   "How about it, think you can finish off the last of them?"

   "Yeah, send them back and we'll do our best," Olivia replied to the man
as he left the two girls alone in the bathroom.

   "What do you think, fifty in half an hour Stace?"

   "Two at a time, a pair every five minutes, yeah, that would be about
right.  Let's do it!  By the way, how many guys do you think we've fucked
so far," Stacy asked.

   "No idea, I never count.  It's not something I really keep track of. 
Why, do you think you set another record?"

   "I lost track myself.  I have no idea, maybe the old guy kept a record,
I hope so anyway."

   Olivia felt like she was back in the alley fucking and sucking bums as
she and Stacy polished off the last fifty guys or so.  There was the odd
guy who looked clean-cut out of the remaining guys, but most looked like
they were spending their last five bucks, and it was five bucks well spent,
even as cum splattered as the girls were.  As she sucked down the latest
load of sperm dumped into her mouth and as the guy in her pussy finished
pumping his load into her, Olivia was still willing to keep going, but her
commitment to get home for Reed was overriding her willingness to remain
and get fucked more.

   Stacy looked like she was completely fucked out as she collapsed on the
dirty mattress next to her.  Her mega-slut best friend, who would usually
do everything in her power to out-fuck her, looked like she was completely
spent.  Since they'd skipped lunch, the only thing they'd had to eat since
breakfast, was all the cum they'd ingested.  Olivia laughed at the thought,
"I've probably swallowed a gallon, no wonder I don't feel all that hungry!"

   The last lines of coke the girls had done were just about completely
worn off and Olivia was thinking about doing some more, her nipples was
starting to ache from all the abuse they'd taken today.  Every guy wanted
to pull on the chain or pinch her swollen nipples and thanks to her
heightened horny state, it produced the gigantic orgasms she had struggled
to achieve the previous day at the mall.  The four pills, the white powder
and the endless supply of cocks, was the recipe she needed to achieve the
monstrous orgasms she was becoming addicted to.

   "Let's get going chick, I want to get home," Olivia said as she smacked
her friend on the ass.  Reed should be home in half an hour or so," she
said as she shook her friend back to the land of the living.  Stacy had
passed out in a pile of drool and cum.  It was leaking from every hole she
had to offer and a few that she hadn't offered.

   "How did you get cum in your ear you crazy slut?"

   "Huh, my ear?  Fuck me, that's just gross," Stacy replied as she pulled
her tired body up from the dirty mattress and stuck a finger in her ear to
clean out the jizz.  Throwing her clothes back on over her partially
sticky, and completely crusty body, Stacy looked like she had taken a swim
in a pool full of man-juice, and smelled like she did also.  Olivia looked
much the same as cum had dried into clumps into her normally gorgeous
flowing blonde hair; now all kinky and mussed up.

   "You girls ready to settle up?" the man asked as the girls approached
the counter.

   "Yeah, but can I ask you a favor?" Olivia asked.  "Can I get a couple of
bras from you, the ones you gave me last week don't fit?"

   "Sure, pull off your shirt and let me see what size you need," he said
as he watched Olivia pull her shirt off over her head right in the middle
of the store.  The customers who weren't aware of what had been going on in
the back room looked on in astonishment as the beautiful blond girl
stripped down revealing her amazingly large set of tits.

   "Wow, you've grown since last week and you have some new jewelry too! 
Why the chain?  It makes it difficult to find clothes to wear with it.  You
interested in something different like maybe some diamond studs."

   "Yeah, that'd be awesome," Olivia replied as the man fondled her breasts
gauging the size.

   "Thirty-four D I'm guessing.  How about a couple of the sheer ones in
that size and maybe a few double D's just in case you keep growing like
that," he suggested.

   Ten minutes later and a bit of carrying on, Olivia had her nipple chains
removed and a nice pair of two sided diamond studs in their place.  The
pierced nipples did look hot and if she had to deal with the discomfort of
having them pierced in the first place, it might as well be with something
of her choosing.  When he pulled out the golden bars, it hurt like a bitch,
especially when the fine little threads from the screw end slid through the
damaged tissue.  It hurt just as much if not more when he pushed the
diamond studs through her swollen nipple holes.  The pain was worth it as
Olivia showed off her new nipple studs to the crowd that had gathered
around her to watch the show.  The new bras fit very comfortably over her
swelling breasts and the diamond nipple studs looked so hot through the
sheer material.

   Like her friend, Stacy traded some of her earnings for a few C-cup bras,
just in case she got that big even though her current B-cup bras fit just
fine.

   Taking the girls aside from the crowd, he slipped them envelopes
containing their earnings.  "Blondie, you got $1200 after deductions and
your friend here gets $1500."

   "That's it?  For five hours of fucking, that's it?  How many guys were
there?  It seemed like there were a lot of guys," Olivia inquired.

   "About a hundred, so around fifty each."

   "That's only like thirty of forty bucks each, you could have charged a
lot more than that," Stacy added.

   "You asked for quality AND quantity, quantity doesn't pay well.  Next
time ask for quality only, but give me more than an hour's notice so I can
get the big spenders here."

   The girls took their cash, their new bras and their thoroughly fucked
out holes, climbed into a cab and headed for Olivia's house.  Olivia
wondering the whole way how she was going to manage to please both Reed and
Alfred tonight.
   ~ end of chapter 14 ~