Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 6

Chapter 6 Dave calmly led Sharon out a different exit from where they had come in before her hairdo. Not out of concern someone would recognize her; Dave knew the odds someone from the housewife's real life would be shopping at this particular mall were about as remote as getting struck by lightning. Hell, if it was the mall she always visited, he did not care. Besides, he doubted they would recognize the hot slut he was escorting to a little shop in the corner of the parking lot. It was a cool day and Dave smiled at the way Sharon's nipples stiffened against her thin T-shirt as they walked. Even better, the blonde housewife did not notice or did not care. He guessed she would react to what he had planned next but from the way she had been acting since leaving the salon, he doubted she would refuse. It was good that they could slip in from the backdoor since the storefront advertising what was inside was directed away from the mall. He did not give Sharon time to look at the small print on the door before opening it and guiding her inside with a firm hand at the small of her back. Sharon stumbled down a narrow hallway into a big room with several dental chairs and some strange cushions. There were photos lining the hallway but Dave did not give her time to look at any of them. The light coming through the front windows hid any detail until they were standing in the middle of the store, a front waiting area separated from where they stopped by shelves that had been put in place to double as a wall. She glanced around, eyes going wide as she realized this was what she had expected before. She looked at Dave, shaking her head, but he was focused on the athletic black man who sauntered toward them from the front counter. The men went through some ritual handshake, then Dave introduced her to Donnie, explaining he was the best ink slinger in the state. More importantly, Dave went on, he was a brother - a fellow BZ. Sharon blushed, pleased when Donnie eyed her up and down and told Dave he hadn't done her justice. The big black man did not release her hand, guiding her to one of the couches as he asked what they wanted. Sharon tried not to stare at the young woman with rings in both nostrils, the middle of her lip and both eyebrows as she led a cadaverously thin guy out of her booth. The man had spider webs on both elbows and was carrying his shirt, a gauze bandage covering some new tattoo covering his right back and shoulder. "We're here for the usual." Dave answered as if he frequented the store. "Alright" Donnie nodded, opening a drawer near the couch where Sharon sat uncertainly. "Still three and two?" Dave nodded. Donnie quickly set about pulling out equipment from another drawer. "You have some of the jewelry or do you need it all?" "I got some here." he handed the other man a plastic sleeve, and Donnie set it on the countertop by a strange looking gun. Sharon realized she had seen something like it when she had her daughter's ears pierced. She could not remember having her own pierced when she was a girl. "So where at?" Donnie said, turning his attention to the equipment for a moment, fiddling with the end of the gun. "I'm thinking high left belly, of course... then we'll see." Donnie nodded. Holding the gun in his right hand he casually straddled the cushion beside Sharon, turning her head and setting his thumbs at the top of both ears. Holding her head in place like that, he rubbed her ears then nodded. "Yeah, this'll look good." He held her chin with his free hand while taking a small gauze from an open tin. He swabbed her left ear front and back, then holding it out from her head he set the gun against her skin. There was a snap and Sharon gasped at the sharp twinge. Donnie ignored it, setting the gun down and quickly closing the back of the new earring. When he let go of her she turned to a nearby mirror, glad at least it was not like the dark room where she had spent the last hour. There were twin black and silver rings twisted around them selves and curling around the upper outer edge of her ear. Inside her ear was a setting with a tiny onyx stone. She reached up and touched it gingerly, letting Donnie spin her so her back was against the cushion. To her surprise the seat rocked back when he touched a lever, leaving her back slightly hyper-extended. He sat again on the lower portion of the chair, between her spread thighs, and rubbed some jelly over her navel with one hand while rolling her T shirt up to the bottoms of her breasts with the other, using the weight of her breasts to hold the shirt in place. He turned to the table, selecting something from Dave's sack and something else. Sharon blinked when he turned back, seeing the needle in his hand. He selected gauze then moved toward her abdomen. "S-shouldn't you have gloves on?" she stammered. Donnie paused, smiling at her. Then he shook his head, speaking to Dave. "Damn, this one's still a newbie, isn't she?" Dave rolled his eyes and nodded. "I explained it to you a minute ago" Dave said as if speaking of something Sharon should already know, "He's a brother... one of the frat. You're a BZ Bitch, that means you're any BZ brother's to enjoy." Sharon shivered at that thought... how many BZ fraternity chapters were there? "But don't worry, Donnie's great both at this and at... well... let's just say you have to pay for it somehow..." Sharon just nodded, trying not to look angry or scared. She gasped as the other man speared her skin with the needle, but it did not really hurt, which surprised her. A moment later he was done screwing the retainer bead to the bottom of the navel 'ring'. It wasn't really a ring at all, but a stainless steel curl with a stylish shiny black B entwined by a white Z hanging from the bottom. The top bead had a similar onyx stone inset. Donnie leaned back and eyed her steadily. "See, isn't so bad. And now any BZ knows to look out for you." Sharon nodded, then held perfectly still while this total stranger rolled her T-shirt up, baring her nipples, which sprang immediately erect as the cool air touched them. Donny grumbled appreciatively, tucking the edge of her shirt beneath her arms, holding it in place. His thumbs and index fingers worked her nipples skillfully to full hardness then continued until Sharon groaned unconsciously, shifting her thighs together on the cushion. Still holding her sensitive right nipple in his left hand, Donnie slipped his right hand down between her legs and easily pulled her damp thong aside. Murmuring in further appreciation, he slid his broad fingertip down one side of her pussy, carefully outlining her outer labia. Adding a second finger, he spread those then caught her inner folds in his fingers, clinically easing that pressure down the length of each side. Sharon moaned more loudly when he thrust two fingers deep into her wet pussy, tilting his hand so his knuckle pressed against her clit. Her bead bloomed and Sharon spread her knees, welcoming the stranger's touch. When he pulled out of her ready pussy and turned toward the small shelf again, it took all her control to keep from asking for more. "Damn" Donnie said to Dave, "You were right... this is one hot bitch. Any site should be totally hot." He paused, leaning close to Sharon. "Open your mouth, bitch." Sharon did not even blink, dropping her mouth open for him. He caught her chin and she could smell her scent on his fingers. "Stick out your tongue." She did. He let go, tweaking a nipple again before leaning back. "So where do you want it?" "Want what?" she asked, assuming he meant where she wanted him to use her. He snorted. "You doing a three two, bitch. We're on three now." He smiled at her obvious puzzlement. "You got a nice high ear piercing. You got a sexy navel piercing. Now what you want? Nipple?" he tweaked her bare teats again, "Clit?" a brush over her aching bead, "Labia?" a tug on her inner lip where it was pouting beyond her bare pubes, "Or tongue?" he patted her chin, closing her mouth where it had opened involuntarily as she realized what he was saying. For a moment Sharon could not think. This was... she could not hide this from Chris... The earring and navel ring could be a whim, but this... Which would be easiest to hide? Not the tongue... or the nipple... except did Chris really grope or bite at her chest anymore? Sure he wanted sex, but it was more like a chore... just pushing in and out and in and out. "Hell, bitch" Donnie teased, "I can do more than one if you want... that clit would love having a little pressure on it all the time. I think the lip rings are for show, but a nipple ring; that'll keep you ready to play. Tongue studs are just for other people to enjoy, so..." he sat back, then reached up and alternately tweaked her nipples and thumbed her clit. Sharon shivered despite her fear. "Better decide" Dave warned. Sharon bit her lip. She couldn't sell anything below the waist... maybe she could say Kelly had insisted a tongue stud helped with oral sex... except she never offered Chris oral sex. "Running out of time, my sexy bitch" Dave cautioned grumpily. "M-my... nipple" she said finally. Donnie nodded as if she had made the 'right' choice and began to work her turgid nipples more thoroughly. Sharon bit her lip again, moaning softly as he kept at it. "Left or right?" he asked. "Left... let's keep it all on the same side" Dave said before Sharon could answer. Donnie nodded and released her right breast, changing hands to reach across to the drawer. "Want the usual, D?" Donnie asked, holding up a ring much like the one in her ear." "Yeah, I like that better than the bars." Donnie nodded, tearing the package open with his teeth. He applied the lidocaine gel to the nipple then went to work on her right nipple and her dripping pussy at the same time. "You know, D... I think you should have skipped the navel... that's pass?, man. But this cunt would look hot with a ring or 2." "Plenty of time for improvements, my man." Dave assured him, "The makeover is enough she'll have every dick on campus hard with or without the jewelry." Donnie just nodded. He wiped the gel off with an alcohol swab, then deftly stabbed the 16-gauge needle through Sharon's pebbled pink nipple. Sharon whimpered but held still as he threaded the ring into place, seating the capture bead with the onyx stone and positioning it directly beneath the nipple. "Perfect, if I do say so myself." He leaned back, eyeing the nearly naked housewife. "She a damn sight hotter than anyone you brought through before but she's no coed." Dave shook his head. "Swear to God... freshman... but she's married enough, too." Donnie whistled, staring openly at Sharon, who simply blushed as they talked about her. Any moment this big stranger was going to begin using her, and to her surprise and no small fear, she was anxious for it to happen. To her surprise, he stood up, cleaning up the supplies that littered the floor and counter. "Well, guess you want the two now, too!" he smiled at the little joke. Dave nodded. "OK, my little BZ Sister." Donnie leered at her, "Just a couple more choices, then we'll get down to business." Sharon nodded, wondering if it would hurt when she put her shirt down over the new body jewelry. "We're done with the three, but now there're two more little... improvements to make." She nodded. He opened another drawer, taking out a different gun. Tearing open a paper sack, he carefully applied the needle, then opened a lower drawer and selected three little vials of ink. Sharon was shaking her head fractionally. Donnie smiled, unbuttoning his shirt. A tapestry of colored ink decorated his torso. "Don't worry, it don't hurt that much." "But I can't... my husband!" "Doesn't want to see what you've been doing at school" Dave warned. Then he smiled down at the trembling older woman, "But don't worry, it won't be anything garish. We have some standards for our BZ Sisters." he explained, "An ankle tattoo and our crest somewhere. Lots of girls use the small of the back, but some put it on the pubes... you could set it right above that pretty V they shaved down for you." Dave ignored the pointed look Donnie gave her, "Or you could put it on an ass cheek. Or as long as you keep your hair long, you could hide it at the back of your neck... that's what some porn stars do. Sharon shivered visibly at that comparison. No neck tattoo, she resolved. But where could she hide it? "Hell, I bet Donnie here could put it inside your pussy if you wanted. Couldn't you, Donnie boy?" Though he disliked the way Dave was teasing the poor woman, he knew better than to say anything in front of the bitch. He simply nodded, then held up a card. Much like the navel ring, it showed the fancy black and white BZ logo, with 'sister' in red beneath it. He flipped it, briefly showing Sharon the repeating pattern in green and red that would be her anklet; with a faux 'clasp' engraved SDM. He flipped it back and handed it to the obviously conflicted young woman. "We can do 'sister' in black instead if you want." When she did not respond, he shrugged, "Tell you what, I'll do the anklet while you think about it. OK?" Sharon nodded, unable to think of anything else. She watched down her exposed body as Donnie swabbed her ankle, using a foam cushion to elevate her heel. Putting black and red ink into two small plastic wells, he went to work. Before using the needle, he carefully measured her ankle then selected a template of that length, applying it to guide his work. She jumped when the gun buzzed to life, and again slightly when the needle first dipped into her flesh, but Donnie had not lied: beyond a dull burn there was no real pain. She watched as he quickly etched the outline, a series of beads and drooping stems with small leaves that abutted the next bead or seed or whatever it was. Dave stepped forward and began to work her nipple with one hand and her pussy with the other. In moments she was no longer watching her ankle, merely struggling to stay still as Donnie continued working. By the time he paused, some minutes later, Sharon was barely aware of where she was; only that she needed to feel someone inside of her, and her willingness to take anyone did not seem wrong or alarming. Donnie went back around, filling in the outline, stopping again after less time and having her lift her thigh so he could add the finishing touch. He started to ask what color to use for the clasp, but Dave pointed to the red and after doing a faint outline of the letters, he quickly filled them in with the red ink, working upside down because the letters were at the back of her ankle. Finished, he carefully wiped her ankle with another alcohol swab then covered the new work with a gauze wrap. He got up to stretch, watching the sexy blonde writhe under Dave's touch. The smell of her arousal was filling the shop. "Hey Tara, it's slow... take a long lunch" he shouted to the other artist, who had wisely remained up by the counter. They heard the bell over the door ring as she went out, then Donnie tossed Dave the key and nodding, Sharon's chaperone headed up to 'close up' for awhile. "Just one left" Donnie said as Sharon opened her eyes and focused on him. She seemed unaware she had taken over where Dave left off, her right fingers frigging her bare slit right in front of Donnie. No doubt Dave and Shaun had hooked a winner this time. He felt his cock stir then focused on getting the job done. Have you decided where you want it? Sharon nodded briefly. He was guessing pussy or maybe breast, but she surprised him, murmuring her answer. "The small of my back, please" He smiled then stood up, cleaning the needle and checking that they had enough black and red ink before pouring some white into another cup. "Then flip on over and we'll get to work... this shouldn't take 10 minutes. Sharon nodded, obediently reversing position. Donnie flipped a switch and the cushioned chair reconfigured, leaving the pretty blonde essentially in a doggy position, her naked ass directed at him. His cock stirred more insistently as he pushed her skirt and panties down her thighs to her knees. Instead of arguing, Sharon lifted a knee, letting him remove her clothing completely. Staring at her from behind, Donnie nodded to himself that she'd look even better with just the twinkle of a clit bar peeking beneath her lips. But if she was like the other bitches Shaun and Dave had broken in over the last few years, she'd soon be coming around for 'touch ups' every few weeks and lord knew he enjoyed the payment plan that they always worked out. His erection threatened to become a problem, so he picked up the BZ Sister stencils. Dave was back from the front door, and set a warning hand on the box, pointing to the smaller sleeve behind it in the drawer. Donnie eyed askance... it was not what they had shown the poor woman. Dave simply nodded and smiled. Under the younger man's watchful eye, Donnie carefully applied the stencil then went to work, finishing the Z first then filling around it the heavier black of the B. Finally, he put the red ink on the needles and finished the cursive 'Bitch' sweep beneath the emblem. It was not like the poor bitch had not already been hopelessly misguided. Enough she was obviously putting out to anyone Dave or Shaun said she should; Donnie knew from the suggestion Dave had made to 'hide' her tat in her pubic thatch that the woman did not understand there would be no more pubic hair except where it remained. He guessed she didn't know SDM on the ankle tattoo was for 'size does matter' or that the pattern was actually a series of black cocks. But he was also so hard by then he would've inked anything on the bitch to take a dip in her honey pot. When he had finished, Dave took charge. The whole scene had been caught on tape... both the camcorder Dave always carried and the hidden lenses they had paid for Donnie to install. Using his master remote, Sharon's chaperone stopped the tape, which would only look like a blink if no one moved, and spoke. Now he's going to enjoy collecting his payment, my sexy little bitch. Whatever he wants, you give him... but I think watching you has Donnie hard enough he's going to take you right there like that..." He resumed recording, then nodded at Donnie. The artist unzipped, freeing his aching cock. Moving forward on the bench, he slapped his heavy shaft over the married woman's naked ass, teasing, "You want this?" "Yes!" Sharon moaned, pushing back visibly, anxious to feel him inside of her. "What's this for?" Donnie asked, aware from past visits what was expected. Sharon's ass twitched invitingly before him, tempting him to take her then and there. "I want your cock... fuck me baby... please fuck me." Donnie slapped her ass. "Why do I get to fuck you, sexy bitch?" Sharon whimpered as he teased his head into her drooling seam then pressed down against her swollen clit. "Ahh... I have to... have to pay you" Sharon groaned. "Yeah, that's right... What'd this fine ass buy you?" Donnie easily slid his 9" shaft balls deep in the sexy housewife's wet and ready cunt. Her reply caught until he backed out fully, leaving her wanting. "Oh God" she panted, "I wanted some piercing." She moaned as he fed her steaming cunt his cock head once again. He paused, circling his hips before backing out. "And" "Don't tease" Sharon whined, almost lunging back against him. "I wanted a tattoo." "Did you get what you wanted?" Donnie thrust forward fully, burying his length in her snug tunnel. "God, yes!" Sharon nearly screamed, her voice falling to a steady moan each time he shafted into her. He set a steady pace, enjoying the way her velvet center clung to his thrusting shaft. As she seemed to calm, adapting to his size and pace, he reached down with his right hand and began to tweak her rigid clit. Sharon spasmed and moaned cumming wildly as she thrust her ass back against him visibly welcoming his driving cock. She orgasmed again more loudly within a minute and made no objection when Donnie pulled out and hammered her ass without hesitation or caution. After a couple minutes enjoying her incredibly tight bottom, Donnie pulled out. He easily flipped her onto her back in the chair with one hand then pulled her into a sitting position. "I'm going to plow that sweet cunt, my pretty BZ Bitch, but you'd better clean me off first." Without hesitation the white housewife and coed sucked his shaft into her mouth, bobbing her head eagerly and moaning when he leaned down and fingered her still leaking pussy, pinching her inflamed bead. Pulling back, he said. "What do you want?" "I want your cock" Sharon whispered, licking her lips as she eyed it jutting over her ready body. "Please fuck me... give me your cock." "You're going to make me cum?" Donnie teased. Sharon bit her lip but nodded a hand working feverishly between her legs. Donnie slid slowly into her, pressing forward until his pelvic bone was butting against her clit. Sharon went wild, legs twitching, head back, gasping for breath as he held himself inside of her climaxing body. The rippling contractions of her pussy brought Donnie to the edge of his own climax. He gritted his teeth, fighting for control. Looking down as if talking to her, he spoke to Dave. "This tight cunt fixed yet?" Sharon was too far gone to reply, but Dave snorted. "Nope, but she's already at risk... we'll take care of that tonight." Nodding, Donnie backed out, then thrust home as hard and deep as he could. Sharon's breath left her in a rush. He repeated the brutal thrust, and the coed's milky white legs rose, cinching around his waist, spurring him on. He braced his arms over her shoulders, pounding into her like a mad stallion until her body began to shiver in release once again. Then he let go, holding himself buried as the first jet of his own release pulsed through his body. Jism boiled into her filled channel at the same moment she cried out, hands groping blindly for purchase on the cushioned chair. Dave let another jet erupt inside of her before pulling out, painting her naked pubes with the next streamer before he moved up her body, spraying her face and tits with the rest. He leered as a heavy drop of cum landed on her newly pierced nipple, and after giving Dave time for a close up, he caught Sharon's left hand-ring in sight-and pulled her upright. "Get off my cushions before you stain 'them with our cum" he growled, spinning her half around so the cameras got a nice view of her cum dripping cunt and spattered face and torso. He bent her over at the waist, slapping her naked back with his softening cock, right over the BZ Bitch tattoo. "Got to sign this with cum" he teased, then stepped to the side, "Better have you clean me up before my next appointment." Without hesitation Sharon dropped to her knees and sucked his cock into her mouth, working at him feverishly until she'd slurped up every drop. He stepped back, then with Dave's camera panning to follow him over the used beauty's nearly naked body. "Better open back up... who knows, I may get a tip for having a show for the customers." Hearing that, Sharon seemed to snap out of her lust-induced haze. She scrambled to her feet, pulling her rolled T-shirt down, not aware of the wet spots that began to bloom. She looked frantically for her skirt and panties, hopping toward the darker hall at the rear of the shop as she struggled into both at the same time. Dave followed, catching it all on film: the housewife / student hurrying from her tryst without bothering to clean up. When she finally paused, still panting from fear and sexual release, in the safety of the hall, Dave patted her shoulder. "Great, my new little bitch, now just wait here for a minute. I have to make sure we're square with Donnie. He sauntered out to the counter, but only to exchange a high five with the older man. "Nice work, my brother" he congratulated the tattoo artist. "Shit, man. You have her in harness... I didn't have to threaten a brand at all. That last filly was a looker, but she was nothing like this bitch. No way she's just a housewife." "I swear man. Just wait, I'm working on her 'bio' picture right now. You're only the 3rd guy to plant one, too." Donnie smiled broadly, knowing Dave and Shaun would be the others. "That new navel bar is nice." Donnie nodded. "Got them in special, thought they match the others better. Tell you, I was guessing tongue and ass on this chick. "Got to get the tongue, but that can wait... right now she's such a commodity we could cover her in shit and they'd still pay to play. This'll definitely help, though. How'd you like the Brazilian?" Donnie shook his head. "You know, I worry these little hair removal jobs getting your girls in trouble when they're hooked up elsewhere. But lasering to a Brazilian? I mean usually it's that nice little landing strip and last time Shaun had her do a little 'BZ' at the bottom, but that isn't going to grow back, man, how she going to explain that to her hubby?" "Not our problem, bro'. Or hers... figure she's hot like that, guys will pay just to look at it. If hubby gets pissed, it's not like he's the one getting' her off. And if he cuts her off, just means she'll be more dependent on..." "The BZ Brothers" Donnie finished, nodding, "Guess that's why you're the boss." "No, Shaun's the man. I'm just like what is it called? "A quality control tester" Both men laughed. "Oh yeah, I got to call home." Donnie and Dave went through a shorter shaking ritual before the taller older man sauntered over to a couple who had just come in and were looking at the near wall. Dave opened his Motorola Razor and hit a speed dial number. "Yeah, Zeke, it's Dave, you about done? "Yes. Shaun had it scoped right, man. No problems here. Had one neighbor lady get a little curious, but the van helped with that." Dave nodded; glad something he had thought of had helped. "He always does" Dave answered, hiding his pleasure, "How long before it's safe to head back?" "Give us an hour just to be sure." "Cool. We'll be driving that long. I just have to take her for her new wardrobe then we'll be back." Zeke snorted at that, "Can't wait." "And you won't have to... that's the benefit of doing the job... first dibs on the new Bitch. I'll ring when she's ready." Zeke signed off and Dave returned to where the half naked blonde was obediently waiting. Without a word he motioned for her to follow and led the way back into the mall. Where people had stared before, they stopped and pointed now and as before, Sharon seemed oblivious. Carefully draping his left arm over her shoulder, Dave reached down and tweaked the visible bulge over Sharon's left nipple. The blonde housewife shuddered but did not complain or move away. Back inside the mall, Sharon fell into a dutiful position a pace behind Dave as he led the way back to the escalator. Gone was the nervous, prudish woman worried someone might see up her skirt; Sharon set her feet on different steps, pulling at the hem of her skirt to keep it from pushing against the sensitive navel ring. Dave ignored her discomfort and led the way to a trendy 'Goth' store, Hot Topic. The perky teenager with a shock of bright green hair and six rings in her ear blinked but made a valiant effort to appear unaffected when they walked into the shop. "Can I help you?" her eyes kept darting to Sharon, clearly amazed that a woman of the housewife's age would be dressed like she was. Dave waved her off. "Thanks, but no... is Trevor working?" He knew he was. The girls smile dimmed as any thought of a commission evaporated. He eyed her nametag. "Tell you what, Tiffany. Find him for us and I'll make sure he shares the sale with you." She brightened a bit, and hurried off to find him. Dave made a mental note... she would be punk or Goth or whatever it was clearly was trying to 'slum' in the 'Dark mall' and her manicured nails and diamond earrings screamed 'rich girl;' she would make a great addition to the stable when she came to school. Trevor sauntered up. Dave was watching Sharon; he could tell she was wondering if she'd soon be giving herself to this latest stranger. Guessing she was pretty spent and knowing the drug was about gone, Dave was glad that was not on the menu. Trevor was a senior at the local high school, a letter man in football and hoops. He might have been through with playing, but Shaun was loyal to his school, and had been taking steps to make sure guys like Trevor chose their university for their 'higher education.' This was just a 'recruiting visit,' and until they were BZ Brothers or paying clientele, it was a strict 'look but don't touch' policy. The men knocked fists, slapped hand backs, then shook, Trevor's eyes bugging as he stared at Sharon. Dave introduced them and Sharon dutifully batted her well-made eyes at him, thrusting her chest out so the pierced nipple was clearly visible. "This is our latest BZ Sister, see?" Dave explained, spinning the willing blonde and flipping her shirt back up, revealing the BZ emblem at the small of her back. "Had to come into town to get her shots, uniform and all that" He gestured at the racks of clothes where they stood, "I need those in black and white" he gestured at the cotton sweat material pleated miniskirts, "Any of those you've got in black, red, or pink" he pointed to the display of shelf bra T's with pithy sayings, "Three pair of the fishnet hose. The acrylic 5" heels" his eyes came to rest on a display mannequin with a black and red velvet vest/dress combo the front made of a shoe string, "That" and the matching barely there bikini, "That in the red / black and the silver / black" he wandered deeper in the aisle, grabbing other shirts and several pair of short shorts, as well as a handful of multi-colored thong underwear and matching flimsy bras that would not cover Sharon's nipples. He selected some appropriately garish costume jewelry, a skintight cat suit complete with hood and a zippered crotch, and finally, a sheer robe that wouldn't reach the bottom of Sharon's ass. "You know, she's a freshman this year... came back after the kids were in high school" Dave leaned closer to the nearly salivating clerk, "Who knows, you might even run through her boy in a football game." He slapped the young athlete on the back, "and once you're signed and pledged, you can run through her backfield any time you want. Show the man your backfield, my little bitch." Sharon bit her lip, but dutifully turned, bending at the waist and letting Dave raise her skirt. The thong was already tucked neatly between her cheeks, stuck with the mixed cum leaking from her seam. Dave gave her naked ass an appreciative pat. "and she's not the only one, trust me. The BZ Bitches are the best study partners and cheerleaders on campus, trust me." He held out Sharon's Discover card, "Ring it up and remember Tiffany over there... you bring her along next year... she's a senior, right?" the clerk nodded mutely, "You convince her to come along and we may be talking some serious coin, my friend. She has promise." He let the younger man set about collecting the indicated pieces, using a sheet Dave had handed him including Sharon's 'sizes.' Then he led her to a little kiosk selling jewelry. Dave added a chain to his already heavily laden neck, and an onyx ring with a stone slightly bigger than her wedding diamond for Sharon's right hand... also on her Discover card. They detoured past Victoria's Secret into the sluttier Fredericks of Hollywood, where he told Sharon to 'choose' four different negligee sets and many sets of the crotch less panties and open cup bras. After vetoing a 'conservative' piece that might have hidden some of her body, Dave agreed to the black, white, emerald green and blue outfits Sharon chose. He added the appropriate 'accessories,' feather boas, cover-ups, high heeled slippers, and selected a fancy cat suit that was sheer material with a spider web pattern, ringing it up on her MasterCard. The picked up the selections from Hot Topic, then headed back to her car, where he delighted in baring her ass to passers-by as Sharon loaded the back of her Range Rover. She did not complain and even before they were out of the parking lot, she was trying to unzip his jeans, carefully with her new nails, ready to gobble him up. "Whoa, my little bitch" Dave cautioned, "I'm fine for now. 'Besides, we have some things to talk about on the way back." He set the camcorder on its special cradle, "You're officially a BZ Bitch now. That means lots of perks for you, but there are certain... jobs to do, too. You understand?" Sharon nodded, blushing. "Good. You remember you're ours and all the things we can do for you and things will be great. I don't want to mess your marriage up; I just want to enjoy that tight ass and pretty pussy whenever I want and since we're going to help with your classes and all... keep you invited to the hottest parties around... since we're going to watch out for you, you're going to help grease the skids for us from time to time. Don't sweat it, though, you're such a gem I'm betting the guys won't farm you out... you'll be a house girl and believe me, that means all the cock you can enjoy." The lights of home disappeared over the horizon as Dave followed the monotonously straight road at just over the legal limit. Neither spoke for several minutes. "If you screw up accidentally don't sweat it... everybody makes mistakes. Hell, sometimes the best times we've had were when things screwed up royally. But if you try to hurt us... if you refuse to play along or screw us over or forget your place... hubby will find out just what a slut you are. He'll see you taking black cock like a pro, begging for more. He'll watch you trade your ass for piercing and a tattoo. He may get mad when he sees the new you, but he won't have any proof you're not just trying to fit in with the other freshman; hell, we can provide other freshmen women who'll sell that story. All I'm saying' is do not give us a reason to give him proof." Sharon nodded, making no objection when Dave reached over and began to finger her barely covered pussy. "Now you're probably most worried about whether you're pregnant now or not. Don't sweat it; we have the morning after pill waiting in your apartment. Like I said, we can handle mistakes. Take one tonight and another tomorrow, just to be sure." He paused, "and keep a good supply of those Magnum condoms on hand so we don't have to keep using the pills... there are always some side effects, you know." Sharon shuddered a moment later as Dave's fingers brought her off. 'No drugs involved and she's cumming like a school girl,' Dave mused, smiling. "That feel good babe?" Sharon nodded, smiling contentedly, her body already responding again to his still probing fingers. Now was time to remind her, Dave decided, wishing he had Shaun's sense for such it news. "Does hubby get you off like this, my BZ little sister?" Sharon shook her head, spreading her legs even wider as he began to thrust his fingers up into her sex more forcefully. "That's right..." Dave said, deftly getting her off again, "So long as you do what we ask, you'll get off whenever you want. By year end you'll be taking summer classes just to stay nearby." Getting her off and going over the ground rules had brought Dave's cock to life again. Satisfied the new bitch was with the game, he unzipped, and without another hint, the white coed dipped her head into his lap and began to suck at him with her considerable skill. Sharon had just finished swallowing Dave's load when they turned onto her street. Dave was relieved the truck was gone; no use spinning another story when their latest money cow could go about her business blissfully unaware EVERYTHING was being recorded. She wiped her mouth, looking at him expectantly. "Thank you" she said when he put the rover in park, "Um, are you coming in?" Dave shook his head. "I'd love to, babe, but I've got to check in at the house." "I could come along..." she bit her lip, waiting for his answer. "Oh no!" I want to save the unveiling of the new you for Friday night and the big bash. Besides" he paused, "There's the little matter of covering our help for today." Sharon's brow furrowed in puzzlement. "Geez" Dave smacked his forehead with his palm, "You were doing' such a great job on my rod I forgot to explain. Getting us covered today meant two of the brothers had to do some things for us. I told you that, right?" Sharon nodded. "Great. It's a quid pro quo sort of situation. Luckily, this can be covered without our having to go to classes for them or anything, since both are BZ brothers. They'll drop by this evening so you can... let's just say 'thank them' for helping us out." Sharon paled slightly but nodded. Dave patted her thigh. "Don't sweat it, babe. Like I said it's a couple of my brothers... hell, they've probably already had you. In short, all they'd have to do is tell you they wanted some... that's a BZ sister's duty. But you servicing them at your place that's sort of special. They get a single throw for helping out today... that means after they get off, they leave. They can have you however they want, but there are some ground rules. These are always true unless Shaun or I say otherwise: nobody cums in your pussy. That's why we recommend the raincoats, so there aren't accidents. Nobody marks you or ties you up or does anything that could hurt you. They do and you tell us. Nobody 'trades' a throw with you with their buddy. Nobody who's not a BZ brother gets a roll in the hay without our saying so." "Uh, how can I tell who's a BZ brother?" Sharon asked quietly. Dave nodded. "We have a brand of the BZ like your tattoo on our left pec" Dave started, "There's a secret handshake but that won't help you. Most of us wear an earring like the one in your high piercing. and when in doubt, they can tell you what the 'clasp' on your anklet means. and don't show them the letters first. Hell, if they can tell you about the tattoo on your ankle, they're almost guaranteed to be a brother." "W-what's it mean?" Sharon thought about the tattoo for the first time since it'd been etched into her skin, but the light in the car was too dim to see. "If anyone asks, tell them it means 'sisters do more.' But it's simpler really it stands for 'size does matter.' Something I think you've found out for yourself." Dave smiled broadly. "Now you'd better get inside and get cleaned up. Your notes and anything you need to know are in the mailbox. I'll pick you up Friday night." He paused and looked at her, "You can call if you need anything, but we'll be pretty busy getting things ready." Sharon nodded submissively, then opened the door and turned to hop out. Dave slapped her ass, "Did you enjoy your day, my little Bitch." Sharon nodded. "Thank you..." "You can call any BZ brother 'Master' or sir." "Yes, Master. Thank you." "You can keep your hair and make up appropriately?" Sharon nodded. Dave popped the lift gate on the Rover, "Don't forget your outfits." Sharon struggled inside in the ridiculous heels and the impossibly tiny outfit. She paused long enough to eat a sandwich and take one of the promised pills before she took a long shower, exploring the various changes that had been made to her body that day. It was after dark when she finally put on one of the new outfits, a white half bra beneath a pink T shirt that proclaimed 'Princess', along with a pair of white crotch less panties and the tiny running shorts she had brought from the frat after her initiation. She replaced the make up and teased up her hair and was considering a drink or a hit of the marijuana she remembered Dave leaving when the doorbell rang. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. "Well, guess it's time to go be a BZ sister" she tried to smile, then went to open the door. Next: Chapter 7 - The visit of the BZ brothers 5274 1.61/512345