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The Starlet Slave

17. Come to the Party

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THE STARLET SLAVE 17 
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17. Come to the Party


I should have known that there would be a catch to it. And boy, was there a
catch! He'd let me have that single night off, he said, if I'd take a "special
rate" trick every night until then. Ten straight nights of "special rate"!

And I knew it wouldn't do me any good to say no. Now that he had the idea, he'd
just assign me to those sadists anyway, whether it was part of a bargain or not.
And then he sprang the other half of the deal on me. This was a very special
customer, who wanted me over the school vacation on a live-in basis, 24 hours a
day. After all, with school in recess next week, he pointed out, that nice Mr.
Nelson would have time hanging heavily on his hands, so . . .

Besides, he pointed out, Mr. Nelson was one of his few customers that wouldn't
mind at all that during half of the time I was going to spend with him, I'd be
having my period. I knew that already -- I'd had "periodic" dates with him
before.

I just about threw up at the thought of spending ten days with Old Nelly, and 24
hour days at that. But, as usual, I didn't have any choice. And I did have
Peck's permission to take one night off -- after I had earned it . . .

I hated like Hell lying to Mom -- I told her that one of my classmates had
invited me to spend the vacation on her cousin's farm -- but I'd been lying a
lot to Mom lately, anyway, to explain why I never spent any time at home.

Well, I don't want to go into any details about that week with Nelly -- the
sooner that's forgotten, the better. Suffice it to say that he made me strip the
minute I walked into his house, and then he fastened those damned bra-clamps on
me the first thing, and made me keep them on the whole time. And then he took it
from there . . .

I kept trying to cheer myself up with the thought of how my date with Dicky was
going to be -- my first real romantic date since I had become Peck's white
slave.

Of course, Peck insisted that I wear that damned Persuader in my asshole for my
date with Dicky -- just like he did for all of my dates -- even though I wasn't
going to be "on duty".

"After all," he smirked, "if you won't fuck that way for my clients, I won't
have you doing it on your own, for free." He wouldn't listen to my protests that
Dicky wasn't that kind of guy -- he just sort of smiled as if he knew better,
and then sent me off to take the enema and put in the Persuader. And he tested
it, of course, with a couple of bursts of current, to make sure it was properly
in place and working.

It was.

So I got all fixed up in my pretty party dress and my sexiest underwear, and Mom
was delighted at the thought of my going out on a date. I'd been spending far
too much time on that jewelry design course that I'd been taking with Mr. Peck,
she said, and there was something about that man she didn't trust.

And so on.

Well, Dicky came to pick me up, like a perfect gentleman, corsage and all, and
escorted me to the car. He even held the car door open while I got in, and then
walked around to the driver's side.

We had just got under way when things suddenly went sour. That damned Persuader
in my asshole started going off!

It was very low voltage, but enough to make me squirm. Luckily, Dicky didn't
notice. That damned Peck! I might have known that he wouldn't let me have one
night of real fun without spoiling everything. Either he was firing that goddam
thing by radio, or he had put some kind of timing device in it, I was sure. And
who knew what that Little Wonder was going to do before the night was over?

Well, we got over to Bill's house without my actually breaking down and
screaming, but the shocks had been getting steadily worse. And then Dicky parked
the car, opened the door for me, and escorted me into the house.

He must have noticed my agony by now. He probably put it down to stomach cramps.
I can imagine what he was thinking -- here I've gone to all this trouble to take
her out for a good time, and it turns out that she's got the rag on! Poor Dicky!

And poor me!

I knew that there was something wrong as soon as we walked in the door, but it
took me a moment to put my finger on it. Then it hit me.

Most of the guys from school were there, but I was the only girl at the party!



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