Fetishdoll - Paula's Story

I wanted desperately to see Tina and catch up with her. I had also seen a picture of Tina's little sister and she was following right in Tina's footsteps, absolutely too cute. I wanted to find out how everyone was back in highschool and hear stories of Tina's sexual escapades with all the football players. In short, I was homesick!
In order to make this happen I felt I had to come back in style. The last time I came home I was living with a stupid lesbo cop and totally poor as hell! This time I wanted Tina to be jealous and I wanted to take her out to eat at some fancy restaurant and go dancing at some kick-ass club. But none of this could happen without making some serious cash fast. So I started taking every night they would give me at the club. I did lap dances and even let some guy touch me for an extra 100 bucks. But still at the end of a week I only had enough money for the plane ticket down. I had to do something more, I had to contact Desire.
Desire told me that she could get me a couple of jobs working some bachelor parties if I wanted. I had heard about them and had been trying to avoid them. Several girls at the club had talked a little too much about their bachelor party experiences. Even though it sounded pretty wild and exciting in some ways, it was also scary to think of going that distance. But the thing was, Desire told me if I worked it right I could walk away with a solid 1 or 2 Gs for only a few nights work. I didn't think that was possible but she assured me that it was. I asked how, what did I have to do? Fuck every guy in the room? In typical Desire fasion, she let me know I could fuck whoever I wanted to fuck but the real secret was to find the right girl to go with and know how to put on a show. Desire was a woman with a never ending flow of connections. She told me about a club in the heart of the city that featured some of the hottest strippers and men would pay sometimes a thousand dollars in one night to get the chance to have one of these girls just sit on his lap and slap his face! I told Desire she had to be bullshitting me. But Desire said she didn't just know one of these strippers, she knew THE stripper.
Dominique.
Dominique was a woman that men would not only pay top dollar for, but would fight with each other to pay. She was the kind of woman that didn't "work" as a stripper, she simply HAD to be a stripper. Desire said that Dominique had been working with a girl from the club doing some bachelor parties from time to time and saving money for college. At this I laughed. When a stripper says she is "saving money for college" that means she thinks you are stupid. She says this because you look like a sucker who hasn't been to clubs before and she can now help you along with your fantasy that strippers are actually sweet little college girls just trying to make their way. My fat ass laugh into the phone let Desire know I wasn't stupid. But Desire assured me that even though it was true in most cases that girls just said that shit while they took your money and blew it on drugs, cars, or whatever...Dominique was actually in college. I didn't care if the bitch was in college or shooting up crack on the weekends. I just wanted to get a fat wad of cash quick so I could go home and see my girl. Dominique seemed the way to do that. As luck would have it, Dominique had been looking for a girl and Desire said she would love me. But part of me was nervous as hell. What would Dominique look like? I would be ugly next to her I'm sure. Would she laugh at me? Was I becoming a whore? What was going to happen?

Desire picked me up from my place and took me to a coffee house. We waited for about ten minutes before Dominique showed up. In my mind I pictured a typical girl from one of the clubs, too much make-up, too tight clothes, and very little originality. That seems to be what most guys like. But nothing prepared me for the goddess that was Dominique. When she entered the coffee house, I'm not sure if it was me or it really happened, but I swear there was a moment where the whole place went silent. Dominique was no typical stripper slut, she was a vision of perfection in a way that only originality can create. She had long, dark hair that shimmered in the light, pulled back to frame her movie star face. Her eyebrows where dark and formed perfect half ovals above the two biggest brown eyes I've ever seen. Her full soft lips formed a semi-smile that was sweet and wicked at the same time. She was wearing something similar to a business suit but a skirt instead of pants. The clothes had obviously been altered to fit her amazing body. And my god, her body! Her chest was full and her breasts pressed open her jacket and white shirt to reveal just enough cleavage to get anyone excited but not enough to be called slutty. Then the jacket was trimmed so that it hugged her impossibly tiny waist. Once you could get past the contrast between her chest and her tiny little waist, you were hit with her perfectly round hips and the wiggle in her walk that had to come from years of practice. Her skirt was cut short enough to be above the knee but not short enough to show too much, leaving you to imagine what was at the top of those long legs. Of course the whole persona was not complete without an expensive pair of heels to accent those angelic feet.
"Close your mouth girl." Desire whispered as she stood to greet Dominique.
What happened next you would have to have been there to understood completely. Desire and Dominique laughed and talked but somehow Dominique's eyes never seemed to move away from looking at me. Desire either didn't notice or Dominique was more than just a beautiful woman, she was really a goddess with powers none of us could understand. The thing I didn't want to admit was that she could have just as easily been a demoness as a goddess, but honestly I didn't care.
"So you are the fetishdoll Desire has been talking about!" Dominique said. Her voice was like a song, each word like a note perfectly played.
"I..ummm..huh?" I know I sounded stupid. In fact I know I turned like twelve shades of red. Dominique just laughed and took my hand pulling me to her.
"I really didn't expect you to look so young. I would guess, even though Desire tells me you work very hard to hide it, that you are around 16? But you look closer to 14, maybe even 13." and with this Dominique smiled that crooked and delicate grin.
"No, I'm almost 19 now." I corrected her.
Dominique and Desire exchanged a doubtful look and I repeated, "No, really. I graduated from High School last year and now I'm looking to go to college."
Did I think that I was impressing Dominique with this? I mean I had really thought about college. Maybe to study art or writing or something of that sort but I hadn't even finished high school and plus Desire knew this. What was I doing?
As Dominique helped me into her car it dawned on me that I had no memory of leaving the coffee shop! I turned foolishly to the street and the hippy kids sitting out front smoking and realized that somehow I had be moved from there to here and didn't know how. Floating outside my body I felt as if I was watching myself slip into the red leather seats of her expensive car and then I seemed to settle back into myself as she slipped in next to me. Dominique leaned forward to the driver in the front seat. He turned and I saw the same beauty as in Dominique, the same sharp Italian features, the same power. He whispered something as Dominique did that watching me thing again. Her eyes never changed even as they both grinned and nodded, acknowledging some secret between them.
Desire slipped into the front seat next to the driver guy and for the first time ever, I watched Desire seem nervous. As Desire flirted with the driver, I turned to look at Dominique who was now taking a brush out of her bag and still looking at me.
"Mind if I fix you up?" She said.
"No, umm...of course not" I replied.
"So, can I ask a question?" I prayed she wouldn't say, 'You just did'. Luckily she wasn't that corny and replied, " You can ask me anything you like doll."
"Why did you call me Fetishdoll?" and with this Desire and Dominique exchanged another snide look.
"Does it bother you?" She asked as she pulled the brush through my hair. She took some spray from her bag and wet my hair as she brushed. Then without really waiting for the answer she said, "Actually I think you look like a little doll. You are so cute, so sweet. I could eat you now but I think we'll wait for the party." she grinned again. Now it was my turn to look nervous. I couldn't imagine someone like Dominique being attracted to me! I couldn't imagine her wanting to do anything with me! But she continued, "And we are going to make a stop at the Sin Shop and get you ready for the party. Desire tells me that you've never done this before, is that right?"
"Yeah...I mean...no, I haven't."
"Well, then you'll have to earn that name before tonight is done. Do you think you can do that? Do you think you could earn a name like Fetishdoll?"
"I guess" I replied and Dominique slipped a finger under my chin and lifted my face so she could kiss me.
My lips burned all the way to the Sin Shop. I still found my knees weak when it was time to get out of the car and go inside. The owners of the shop seemed to know Dominique and the guy who had been driving, or maybe Dominique and this guy owned the shop? I didn't know but after just a few minutes of talking, while I walked slowly around looking at the toys, sex stuff and magazines...nervous as hell, Dominique turned and said, "Paula?"
I was surprised she knew my real name.
I said, "Yeah?"
"Do you mind taking off your clothes?"
"What? Like right here?" I asked.
"Yes, like right here." She said imitating me.
I didn't know what to say or what to do. I didn't want to say no but I was in the middle of the store, there were other people here, people I didn't know. Customers. Guys.
"Is there a problem?" She asked.
"No, I just...here?" I asked.
"Yes, here. Everyone here is dying to see what you look like naked and we are going to fit you with a school girl uniform. Please, take off your clothes and lets see what you've got."
I looked from Desire to the girl with bright pink hair behind the counter to the guys standing at the back of the shop and then back to Dominique. They all looked at me and waited. Pleading for help from Desire I reluctantly slipped my shirt over my head.
"Oh my god, she is actually blushing! This girl is amazing Dee, I wish you had introduced us sooner. My little dollbaby, I think I'm in love!" Dominique said.
I slowly peeled down my tight jeans and kicked off my heels to slip them completely off. The guy who had been driving us held out his hand for my pants. He already had my shirt and bra and after taking my jeans, he folded everything neatly and placed it on the counter. Then I slipped my panties off and Dominique seemed upset for the first time.
"Oh no, oh no, no, no, no, no. Paula, little girl...why do you have pubic hair? You have the body of a perfect little girl and then you go ruin it with pubic hair? You don't mind if we get rid of that tonight do you? It's totally going to mess up the plan I have going."
"Plan?" I asked, not caring about the pubic hair.
Dominique either didn't care that I had asked a question or just ignored me and she took me by the hand and brought me to the back. The guys in the shop came over and stood around to watch. Dominique looked up and grabbing a riding crop from the rack behind her she went after them.
"Fuck off!" She yelled. The guys left the store embarrassed.
"Ok, you are about to get angry with me but we have to take these out." She said reaching for my nipple rings. I watched like I was another person, watched and pouted.
"Oh, don't pout, I can assure you that your breasts will be so much cuter without these. Plus guys don't like tats and jewelry. Trust me, you'll see. You'll make more money when I'm done with you."
Within an hour Dominique had completely transformed me from the alternative little Paula into this little school girl. She had put me in Mary Jane's with knee high socks and a tiny school girl dress that barely covered my ass. For panties I was wearing a little pink pair with Teddy bears printed all around. Of course I was wearing a button-up top with a bra that was far too big for my chest. To complete the image of me as a little girl she had braided my hair and tied it off with a pink bows.
An hour later we were at the party.

Dominique and the driver guy went into the house. It was one of those places like Meredith had. Too big and not enough land. Dominique had given me instructions to stay in the car and suck on a charms blow pop. So I sat in the car and licked the blue charms pop. I waited and waited, getting bored and getting to the point where I was just starting to taste the bubble gum in the pop when some older guy, probably in his forties came down the walkway. He stopped at the car and knocked on the window. His eyes quickly looked me over, then his face flushed with embarrassment.
"What?" I asked and licked the pop.
"Ummm...she...that is....ummm...your sister says you should come in."
"Ok." I replied and unlocked the door.
On the way up the walk the guy seemed to be getting up the nerve to talk to me and then right before we got to the door he said, "You are very pretty."
I rolled my eyes and walked inside. The house was filled with music and several guys yelling.
"Do...ummm...do you want somethign to drink?" The 40 something pervert who brought me in asked.
"No thanks." I replied.
"Do...ummmm...do you know what your sister is doing?" He asked nervously, his eyes still looking me up and down.
I simply shook my head yes and sucked on my pop. I thought this guy was going to completely loose his shit. He looked again at my shirt and the little skirt barely covering my ass and I thought he was going to start wrigging his hands and sweating but instead he said, "I...should..umm...get back in there." But he didn't leave me. I simply shook my head yes and smiled. Then he left.
Moments later two new guys had joined sweaty hands guy and I was blowing a bubble from the now finished charms blow pop. They came over and the braver of the three spoke up a little too loudly, "Your sister said that it was ok to come and talk to you and..." but with this he dropped off. The other two guys looked at him pleadingly and then he asked, "Your sister says you are 15?"
"Yeah." I replied. With this the two guys on both sides of him, obviously drunk, nearly spit out their beer.
"Ummm...yeah. Well she said that you are wearing cute panties and we should ask to see them."
"What?!" I faked shock just as Dominique had told me.
"Hey! It was your sister who sent us in here!"
"Yeah, I'm sure she did. But she just thinks she is such hot shit doesn't she?" I had to keep myself from laughing. The guys seemed to really believe I was 15 and it was driving them crazy. One of them turned to me and said in a drunken slur, "I have a daughter your age." and after saying this he looked down at my skirt.
I crossed my legs.
"What if we give you some money, will you show us then?"
"Maybe."
"Please?" one of them pleaded.
"How much?"
"10 bucks?" one of the guys offered. I laughed so hard I nearly spit out my gum.
"How much do you want?" One of the guys asked.
"To show you my panties?" I asked.
"Will you show us more?" The Dad with a girl my age asked.
"What do you want to see?" I replied.
With a look of hunger I had never seen before, not even in the club, the Dad said, "Everything."
"But I've never done anything like this before." I faked.
I didn't think the guys would believe me, but then they believed I was fucking 15 and they believed I was Dominique's sister and maybe the Dad wanted to believe. He wanted this to be true and was willing to suspend any belief to the contrary. Then he started to pull out his wallet and said, "I'll make it worth it for you, anything you want."
The other two guys pulled out their wallets and told me to hold on. After a few minutes I was in the kitchen and faking being afraid and the guys were pulling out more and more money. I lifted my skirt and the guys gasped. I tried to put my skirt back down and one of the guys reached out and grabbed it, holding it up. I pulled away from him.
"Please, please...I won't do that again. Just please let us see if you have any pubic hair yet?" The dad asked.
"That is going to be like more than you have on the table now." I said.
"You are just so cute, you sound like your sister."
"Ok, how much you little slut?"
"See, now you are just making me mad. I'm gonna go back to the car." I said.
At that, some more money made it's way to the counter and so I pulled up my skirt and then I put my hand over my crotch. The guys begged, they told me I was beautiful, it was natural, I shouldn't be ashamed and all that bullshit. Then I pulled the front of my panties down and let them see my neatly cleaned pussy. Dominique had done an excellent job, it was smooth and clean, no sign of stubble and no bumps from razor burn. The guys were happy.
"How much?" One guy asked.
"How much for what?" I returned.
"To...to fuck you." he moaned.
"What ARE you guys doing with my sister?" Dominique said. But the way she said it was less accusation and more flirtation. But the guys still acted like wounded puppies and backed away from her.
Dominique was nude but for boots and gloves and I, like the guys, couldn't stop looking her up and down. She was amazing! As good as she looked in clothes, she looked a million times better without. There was not a single stretch mark, not a single blimish or mole, only tight brown Italian skin so smooth and sleek. Her body was tight but not overly muscular and her ass was round but not fat. Her waist was still unbelievably small and her breasts were large without seeming too large. They formed perfect swells accented by long erect nipples. She was perfect. Absolutely perfect. No wonder she made the kind of money she did. I was in awe.
"I've told her she is too young to start doing this boys, but since our parents died there is no one to take care of her but me."
I pouted and the guys looked on in shock.
"But we are really close, she is my baby sister..." Dominique put her arms around me and hugged me like a little sister. I felt her body pressing into me and I was instantly turned on.
"So it's hard for me to tell her not to do what she sees her big sister doing, isn't it?"
The guys shook their heads, knowing what was coming or hoping for it.
"So, if you want to see her naked, then you are going to have to pay. She isn't old enough, only 15...well just turned 15 and still barely old enough for high school." She waited for the effect to slip in, "and the private school she goes to doesn't even have boys around."
They guys were now talking, whispering, the whole party had moved into the kitchen.
"If you want to see her naked then you know this has to be secret, just between us, ok?"
It was like she was having a private conversation with just one of the guys. Like there weren't really 20-some guys crowded around the kitchen table and watching me sitting on the bar stool with the single most beautiful woman in the world standing next to me.
"So, you are going to have to dig up more than..." She looked to the bar and saw around 80 bucks or so and said, "more than 80 bucks."
The guys moaned and fought with each other, some even said they were going to leave the party, but none did. They wanted to see what was going to happen and they knew something was going to happen. So more money poured onto the bar and after Dominique was satisfied, she started helping me out of my clothes. Slowly she unbuttoned my top, letting it fall open and helping me out of it slowly. After that she started rubbing my little boobies through the bra that was too big for me. Her hands slipped down the front of it and she cupped my breasts. It was the first time in a long time I had felt someone touching me without the nipple rings in. It felt so much better.
"It looks like your sister likes this." One of the guys said.
"You little slut, are you enjoying this?" Dominique asked.
I looked up surprised and embarrassed and Dominique looked pleased and so did the guys.
"You were enjoying it, weren't you?" She asked.
I shrugged and she said, "Well boys, the little slut likes her sister touching her."
"More." One guy yelled. Then a corus of yells.
"Oh no, that is going to cost a hell of lot more than this." She said looking at the growing pool of twenties and fives and tens.
"How much? We are all almost broke."
"How about we go get ready in the other room and you boys go get more money?" Dominique asked.
Soon I was completely naked in the middle of the floor with Dominique licking my pussy and finger fucking me while a bunch of guys stood around us. Some had their cocks out and were stroking and others just looked on. Dominique moved her ass around for the boys and some kneeled down to get a better look at her pussy lips. The big guy stood by the door, and I saw a gun tucked into his belt, hidden under his leather jacket. He smiled at me when our eyes met. I smiled back thinking he was probably the most beautiful man I had ever seen. This made me start to cum and when I started moaning and moving around while I came, one of the guys started cumming. The guys around him didn't seem to mind, in fact I think it made a couple of them harder.
Dominique and I ended up masturbating each other and fucking each other with toys she had brought and after about 30 minutes of this, Dominique asked if they had more money? The guys said they were tapped out, so we packed up, smiled and flirted with the guys. Dominique had the big driver guy hand them all cards and we left.
Outside of the house Dominique was back in her business suit and holding my hand she looked over, seemingly unphased by the fact that only minutes before guys were cumming all around us and we had just had dildos in each other, and asked "Are you hungry?"
"Ummmm...yeah."
We got in the car and headed off with my body still burning, my heart still racing and Dominique calm and watching me. Something like hunger in her eyes.