Abbie led Ellen into the cheap, rundown clothing exchange, filled with torn clothes that may have been formerly worn by prostitutes themselves. Abbie browsed happily. She began pulling down tiny skirts and tops, pantyhose, etc. She handed Ellen a pile of clothes. "Let's go try these on."
They went to the dressing room in the back. Ellen went into a booth and began to close the door before Abbie stopped her. "Don't close that door, slut. I need to see you in each outfit."
"But," Ellen whimpered, "can't you just come in with me then?"
"Only one person in the dressing room at a time," said the nearby stockboy, who didn't object to Ellen leaving the door open, presumably because he could see her changing.
And so, Ellen, virtually in tears, began to strip, as Abbie sat by and watched and the pimply stockboy eyed her hungrily. The first outfit was a tiny skirt which would no way cover Ellen's ass fully. Hardly at all, in fact. And it would be completely exposed since she'd not been allowed to wear panties. To go with it, there was a black fishnet tank top, knit loosely enough to completely expose the wearer's chest. No doubt it was meant to be worn over another shirt, but that was not in Pimptress Abbie's plan.
The stockboy said, "Gorgeous. It's like you're grooming her to be a hooker."
"I am," Abbie declared. "She's my whore. I'm her pimp."
"Really ..." said the stockboy.
Overhearing, Ellen was horrified but slightly excited. She began to pose in the new outfit, though in tears. She lifted her arms way over her head to lift her breasts, then slowly turned around and bent way over without bending her knees to give Abbie and the stockboy a full look at her ass and cunt. What was she thinking? Her father once told her, "No matter what you do, do your best." Is that what she was doing? Since she was now a skanky cocksucking whore, she was trying to be the skankiest cocksucking whore she could be?
"How much?" asked the stockboy.
"Did you hear that?" Abbie said to Ellen. "We've been in the mall for less than an hour and we've already had two business offers. Be proud, ho." Abbie turned back to the stockboy. "Buy these clothes for us and I'll let you fuck her."
"You got it," said the stockboy, who didn't hesitate to get his pants down and approach Ellen. "Ho, face the wall," he said, and Ellen put her torso up against the wall and - like a good little whore - stuck out her ass.
Without warning, the stockboy plunged his large dick all the way into Ellen's cunt. Ellen shrieked in surprised and spread her legs wider to take his manhood and he pounded and pounded away. To her shock, Ellen began to love the felling of being fucked as her gorgeous blonde Pimptress looked on, and she could feel an orgasm build in her.
"Oh God sir, harder, harder," she moaned.
"What a good whore you are. You must make your pimp proud."
Ellen melted at the suggestion. "Yes sir, a good whore. Harder. Oh God, I'm cummmmmmmmmmming!!"
She and her john orgasmed at the same time and both collapsed on the floor. The stockboy, catching his breath, pulled a couple hundred from his wallet. "This should cover the clothes," he said. |