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 THE HARD BODY CLERK'S NEW BEGINNING BY DL SLOAN

   CHAPTER SIX: THREE-RING CIRCUS By early afternoon, Cori had completed
the household chores Norm needed done.  She had vacuumed, dusted, washed
dishes, done two loads of laundry and cleaned the bathrooms.  She refused
to let Norm help, despite his offers to lend a hand.  Of course, where he
wanted to lend a hand most was on her body, because she was doing all this
work in a very enticing outfit that he had selected for her.

   It was a one-piece sheer black body suit that fit like a standard
one-piece swimsuit - two straps over the shoulders, tight, form-fitting,
high on the hips, backless with a deep scoop neckline.  Like all her
clothes, it was too small and fit her extra snugly.  It was made of a
stretchy material, similar to stockings, and molded nicely to her body. 
Because of its tightness, as she stretched and strained and moved about,
the material inevitably crept into her ass crack, creating the look of a
thong.  When she tried to pull it out, Norm told her to keep it right where
it was.

   The sheer material made for nice nipple and pussy viewing and Norm found
himself wondering how long she'd have to wear it before those erect nipples
just sliced right through.  It seemed like it was about to happen at any
moment.

   Along with this form-fitting top, she wore a black garter belt around
her left thigh, white bobbie socks and black pumps.  He tied a frilly white
apron around her waist, making her look like a French maid turned extra
naughty.

   While Cori didn't allow Norm to work, she did allow him to supervise. 
Norm had little interest in how she cleaned as long as she was properly
positioned for each task.  So, even though it might be easier to wipe of
the table, for example, by walking around it, it was much more entertaining
for Cori to bend over the table and reach across it, lifting one long leg
in the air as she extended as far as she could to reach the opposite side
of the table.  Whether or not she reached it, Norm had no clue.  His eyes
were focused squarely on her ass and on the pussy that was now staring back
at him.  The hyper-stretched fabric did its best, but was only able to
cover about half of each pussy lip, leaving a nice amount of pink flesh
bare for Norm's enjoyment.

   When she vacuumed, Norm had her put the end of the nozzle over her
breast.  When she tried to pull it away the fabric ripped and Cori's nipple
extended obscenely, pulled up and away from her breast by the powerful
vacuum.  "It doesn't really hurt," Cori said, "but it sure feels funny."

   "Good.  Do it on the other breast then," Norm said.  By the time Cori
was done vacuuming, the carpet might not have been much cleaner, but the
damages inflicted on her bodysuit were a much better contribution to Norm's
living conditions.  The suit was ripped away from her breasts, leaving two
jagged tears around both tits, separated by a thin strip of material that
hung on stubbornly between them.  And when he had her "vacuum her own
carpet", the suction had torn a slit just above her pussy, letting her tuft
of blonde hair stick out from between her legs.

   When she cleaned the bathrooms and the kitchen floor, Cori did it on her
hands and knees.  The more she had to reach and move, the more her body
suit ripped away in the weakened areas, soon opening a slit all the way
through the crotch.

   For the dusting, Norm had her put her hands behind her back and he
strapped a feather duster between her tits, tying it behind her back with a
piece of white rope.  Cori had to wipe off the TV screen, the end tables,
the coffee table, the window sills, etc.  by rubbing her tits over them. 
Norm employed the same technique to have her do the windows, spraying the
window cleaner on, then wrapping paper towels around her chest.  She rubbed
her tits up and down and side to side, using her hard nipples to clean in
the corners.

   A few folks walking by did a double-take when the spotted Cori doing the
large front windows, but with the glare of the sun on the windows, it was
hard to see exactly what was going on.  Norm wanted to take her outside and
have her clean out there.  Anyone walking by would surely see it all then.
But that would have to wait for another day.  It was time for lunch and he
still had something else he wanted to do today.

   "Everything looks great," Norm said as Cori stepped back from cleaning
the last window.  "And the house doest too." They both laughed.  "You've
done enough cleaning for today.  Let's have some lunch."

   After lunch, Cori insisted on Norm doing some exercises and suggested
they try the pool, where the low resistance might give him more mobility.
"All right," Norm said.  "Put on some sort of bikini.  With a thong."

   "Got it," Cori said.  She started to remove her body suit, but Norm
insisted on doing it himself.  With his good left hand, he eagerly tore
away at the existing holes, ripping down from each breast, then up from her
crotch.  He literally ripped it off her, piece by piece, until only a few
pieces hung from her tanned body in tatters.

   "It was good while it lasted," Norm said.  "We'll buy you another one
sometime.  I liked that a lot."

   "Oh, I've got more," Cori said.  "In all different colors, too.  You can
rip one off me in bed tonight, if you want."

   "I might just do that," Norm said, picturing his cock tearing through
her clothes, unstoppable on its mission to penetrate whatever hole he was
after at the time.  "Now get that hot pussy of yours in a bikini and let's
get wet."

   Norm was a bit disappointed in Cori's choice.  Yes, it was too small and
yes it was a thong and yes she looked spectacular, but it didn't match the
"scandalous" tone he had been trying to set.  It was a beautiful red
bikini, but it was little more revealing or outrageous than you would see
any day at the beach.  The material was rubbery and, though tight, didn't
outline her nipples well, flattening them more than highlighting them.  And
while the thong did its job of splitting her ass, it emerged from her
crotch in a wide panel that easily covered her pussy lips and mound.  This
outfit offered little hope for a nipple slip or a flash of pussy.  It was
OK, but not up to the high standards he already had for her.  Frankly, he
was disappointed the guys back in Georgia had ever picked this out for her.


   "Which one of the guys bought you this?" Norm said.  He hoped his lack
of praise for her outfit would send the message.

   "Oh, I bought this one myself," Cori said.  "Do you like it?"

   "You're beautiful as always," Norm said, "but I'm not surprised this was
your selection.  It's a little more conservative than I'd choose."

   "Oh, well, I can change," Cori said, flustered that she had disappointed
him.

   "No, it's not necessary," Norm said.  "After a quick workout, we need to
run an errand and you'll have to change for that anyway.  So this is fine
for now."

   Cori tried adjusting the suit to reveal more of her best assets, but it
was so tight there was little she could do with it.  She could kick
herself. She should have gone with something hotter, skimpier.  She'd know
better next time.

   Norm was pleased that Cori seemed to take his lack of enthusiasm for her
attire to heart.  He hoped that would mean she would go even further to
please him next time, take even more risks.  He'd find out soon enough.

   As Cori helped him with his exercises in the pool, she commented on what
a nice back yard Norm had.  "I like your back yard, too," he said, sounding
like a teenager.  She laughed nonetheless.  "No really, it's nice," she
said.  "We should hang out here more often.  If you had a deck, we could
grill out and eat dinner out here."

   "Yeah, I'd love to have a deck," Norm agreed.  "It's pretty expensive,
though."

   "I bet," Cori said.  "One of these day, maybe.  With that privacy fence,
you could sunbathe nude out here if you wanted to."

   Norm had an image of Cori, stretched out on deck, covered in suntan
lotion, nude, her nipples pointed at the sky, her thighs slightly spread to
let the sun's warm rays beam down on her pussy.  It was a compelling image
and Norm decided he had to have a deck right away.  And he thought he knew
how to get one.

   When they went back inside, Norm allowed Cori to pick out her own
clothes for an errand run - anxious to see how much she would compensate
for the bikini faux pas.  While she was doing that, he called his doctor,
then made another quick call to a friend of a friend.  By the time Cori was
ready to go, Norm had arranged for a deck to be installed tomorrow.  He
didn't tell Cori.  He wanted it to be a surprise.  A really big surprise.

   "OK, how's this?" Cori asked, twirling around.  "More to your liking, I
trust, sir."

   "Yes, indeed," Norm said, slapping his left hand against his left thigh
in applause.  "That's how you do it, Kitten!"

   Looking for just this sort of reaction, Cori had pulled out a real
showstopper that the guys at the shop had always especially liked.  It was
an extreme modification of the classic schoolgirl outfit that so many guys
fantasized about.  But, true to form, the guys at the shop had been more
creative, more daring with their selection.

   First, Cori played up the schoolgirl image by putting her hair in a
ponytail with a big red ribbon, exaggerated red blush on her cheeks and
glistening candy-red lipstick.  She twirled a sucker in her mouth and Norm
saw that she had several more tucked away in her purse.

   The top was cut like one of those sweater tops that had become so
fashionable where there are long sleeves, but then the top only comes down
over the breasts.  Most women wore a top like that over something else. 
Cori, of course, did not.  In traditional schoolgirl style, her top was
made of white cotton.  It had long sleeves, but at the shoulder, where the
sleeves ended, so did most of the garment.  At her armpit, the sleeve
connected with what could best be described as a white scarf.  This wrapped
around her back like a tube top and was tied in the front in a big bow
right between her breasts.  The two breast panels came across the middle of
her tits, covering the nipples but leaving the tops and bottoms of her
breasts exposed.  One quick tug on the bow would expose them completely,
but the way her nipples poked out the sweater material, pulling off the top
was hardly necessary to appreciate their shape and color.

   As if that wasn't hot enough, along the slope of her right breast bright
red letters stood out brilliantly from the white fabric, spelling "I hope
you grade" and over her left breast, "on the curve", with a red outline of
a pair of lips at the end of it.

   Her belly was bare except for the dangling gold chain in her navel.  Her
skirt was traditional schoolgirl in the sense that it was pleated with a
red-and-black plaid pattern.  The white g-string she wore underneath was
untraditional, as was the fact that you could plainly see that g-string. 
That's because the skirt was 1) scandalously short, little more than 5
inches from top to bottom, thus revealing her pussy mound in the front and
about two-thirds of her ass in the back, and 2) was slit on both sides all
the way to the waist band.

   She wore white thigh-high stockings and red heels with straps around the
ankles.  She was a prettier picture than Norm could even have dreamed of.
She was a fantasy girl in a fantasy outfit, and yet she was all real.

   "Where are we going, anyway," Cori asked as she helped him into the car.


   "First, we have to go the pharmacy," Norm said.

   "Why?"

   "My doctor prescribed some pills to help me sleep," Norm said.

   "I didn't realize you were having trouble," Cori frowned.

   "Oh, it's no big deal.  But he assured me these would help me sleep very
well."

   Norm was telling the truth - at least partly.  He had asked the doctor's
aid for sleeping pills and also for a Viagra prescription.  He didn't know
if the doc would OK that or not, but he'd find out when he got to the
pharmacy.  If not, he had enough to last a few more days, which would give
him time to figure something else out.

   "You go to the pharmacy at the mall?" Cori asked when he told her to
pull into the mall parking lot.

   "Not usually, but this one is closest to where we're going next, so I
asked them to call it in here."

   Cori started looking for parking spots near the entrance, but Norm had
other ideas.  "Let's park in the back," he said.  "It will be easier to get
out that way." It would also mean more time for her to be exposed, he
thought.  He figured she probably was on to his motive, but so long as she
complied, he didn't care.

   Of course Cori knew what he was doing and she smiled to herself.  "Well,
you don't dress like this to stay hidden away," she thought.  She wasn't
conceited about her looks at all, but she knew she was attractive, of
course, and had long ago adopted the, "if you've got it, flaunt it" mantra.
While she wasn't dumb or incapable of accomplishing things by using her
mind, her body was far and away her best asset.  If she didn't use that to
her advantage, wouldn't that be dumb?  That, along with her desire to
please and serve, had been her justification for working at the shop.  In
this case, she was really gaining nothing financially or career-wise by
showing off in public.  This was all about Norm - his pleasure, his health,
his fantasies.  His smiles and praise were all the reward she was looking
for.  The pussy-lickings and orgasms weren't a bad bonus, though, she
mused.

   She helped Norm into his wheelchair and they started toward the
entrance. Out this far, there were few cars, but very quickly heads started
to turn as they crossed over the access road and reached the interior ring
of parking.  Here, the lot was more than half full and there were plenty of
people coming and going.  Norm once again was beside Cori, just a couple
feet behind her where he could keep a good eye on her ass and on the
reactions of the people in the lot.

   As always, there were the women giving the displeased, disgusted looks,
the women giving the jealous, "why can't I have a body like" that looks,
the married guys giving the "I want to look but my wife is watching"
glances, the single guys drooling and the teenagers laughing and pointing,
trying to act cool but unable to control their hormones.  Cori was used to
all this, Norm was not.  So while Cori was able to walk straight ahead as
if she had blinders on, Norm's head was on a swivel, looking at the people
on the right, then in front, then at Cori's ass, then the people on the
left, then at Cori's pussy peeking out between her legs and so on.  It was
stimulation overload and he loved it.  He gave thumbs up signals to the
guys nodding their approval, smiled like a used car salesman at the
disapproving women and sneered protectively at the teens giggling at his
step-daughter.

   He had purposely had Cori park on the opposite side of the mall from the
drug store, adding that much more exposure time.  Once inside, the interest
level rose significantly.  Now, not only were there heads turning, but
there were also comments and people turning to follow them.  Again, Cori
had been through this type of thing before.  But even for her, it was
uncomfortable.  There were too many eyes, too many hands, too many comments
and too many different personality types out there.  Her appearance
naturally elicited strong responses - whether positive or negative - from
almost everyone.  That was the fun of it, but also the scary part too.

   It was hurtful to hear the "slut" and "trashy whore" comments from
strangers when they practically spat it at her like venom.  It was scary to
see the guys who followed silently, lurking along the wall, not getting too
close, not joking around with anyone else, just staring.  It was creepy. 
Much less harmful were the guys who followed along loudly, joking and
taking pictures with their camera phones.  They were just having fun and as
long as the occasional ass and tit gropings didn't get out of hand, it
wasn't a big deal.  Of course, with the guys at the shop, she had always
felt safe, protected.  While she trusted Norm, she didn't trust him near as
much as she did those guys - not yet.  And she feared that he couldn't
defend her if he had to.  That made her nervous.  But she tried not to show
it, knowing that if she remained bold, confident and continued on her path,
most likely nothing would happen.

   For his part, Norm was loving it.  He had no worries about things
getting out of control - not because he was sure they wouldn't, but because
he was simply intent on soaking it all in.  He listened to every cat-call,
angered by a few and laughing at some:

   "I give you an A+!"

   "Grade-A hottie!"

   "Let me give you an oral exam!"

   "Look, she's the vali-DICK-torian!"

   Some of it was comical, some childish and Norm loved it.  He felt like a
celebrity parading around his trophy wife.  He occasionally groped her ass
or flipped up her skirt, doing his best to make sure everyone knew she
belonged to him.  She helped sell that point by smiling and winking at him,
kissing him on the cheek and, at one point, even stopping to slowly pull
out her lollipop, sit on his lap and give him a hug and a French kiss. 
Then she stuck out her tongue and licked all over the sucker before sliding
it slowly back into her mouth.

   "Get it, grandpa!"

   "Hit that thing, Pops!"

   "Let me tap that and I'll let you watch, gramps!"

   Once they reached the drug store, Norm said, "don't go anywhere guys,
we'll be right back." Inside the store, it was much calmer, though the
pharmacist nearly dropped a bottle of pills when he saw them approach. 
Cori stood back and pretended to be reaching for something on the bottom
shelf, bending over to give the guy a good look while he rang up Norm's
order.

   The pharmacist mouthed "really?" to Norm when he handed him the Viagra
and then glanced at Cori.

   "Yes sir," Norm said proudly.

   "Any time you need a refill, just call me," the pharmacist whispered. 
"Just promise you'll bring her in and I'll give you all you need for free."

   Norm quickly stuffed the bag in the side pocket of his wheelchair before
Cori saw that he had more than one order.  He didn't want her to know about
the Viagra.

   In the short time they were in the drug store, the crowd had grown both
in size and in aggressiveness.  As soon as they came out into the
concourse, about a dozen guys swarmed around them.  Hands reached for Cori
and guys stepped in front of them, impeding their progress.  One guy
grabbed her bow and yanked it, untying it and exposing her breasts.  Norm
rammed the guy with his wheelchair and Cori quickly retied the top.  But
the brief glimpse of her naked tits bobbing freely had stoked the fire.

   One guy grabbed her wrist and she felt two hands - she wasn't sure if
they were from the same guy or two different ones - shoot under her skirt,
one managing to give her pussy a quick, firm squeeze while the other
grabbed the g-string and started to pull it off.

   "Hey," Cori snapped, spinning quickly and slapping the hand on her pussy
away.  Despite the groping hands, Cori was very fit, her long legs were
lean and toned, but also strong.  She kicked quickly at the guy tugging on
her g-string, digging her heel into his gut and pushing him back.  She felt
an arm grab her around the waist and yank her back.  She started to yell,
but was relieved when she landed squarely on Norm's lap.  He had grabbed
her with his left arm and pulled her away from the horny throng and into
his lap.  Still, they were surrounded.

   She had landed on Norm facing toward him and away from the crowd, and to
keep her weight off him, she had spread her legs out to rest on the arm
rests.  This caused her g-string to dig into her ass and pussy even deeper
as the position forced her to stick her butt up and out.  As short as her
skirt was, she was now basically showing off her asshole and pussy to the
world, and more than one brave hand reached in to dip in a finger as they
slowly picked up speed and moved through the crowd.

   Cori hugged Norm around his neck, her breasts pressed against his cheek
as he pushed the surprisingly powerful wheelchair to top speed.  It
certainly wasn't fast, but once they found an opening, they were able to
maintain some space between them and the throng by swerving back and forth.
Norm had already showed that he would run into them and, while a truly
determined attacker certainly could have stopped them or simply yanked Cori
out of his lap, it was enough of a deterrent to keep them at bay.  Since
they were out in the open now instead of concealed by a crowd, any attacker
would be visible to everyone.

   Cori squirmed in Norm's lap to look back and keep an eye out behind
them. She felt his erection poking against her ass cheek, but paid little
attention.  She was focused on getting out of there, which they did.  They
hit the doors as someone, unaware of the situation, was coming in and
politely held the door open for them.  Soon they were motoring back out
into the parking lot.

   Most of the guys just watched, wishing she would come back while a few
of the hardcore guys followed them into the lot.  Cori quickly helped Norm
into the car, put the chair away and squealed out of the lot as one guy
grabbed his crotch and yelled inaudibly.  There's at least one in every
crowd, she thought, shaking her head.

   "Thanks, Pap," Cori said.  "That was a great idea to ride out of there
like that.  That was starting to get a little scary."

   She expected an apology from Norm for putting her in that situation. 
That's what Ben, John or Ty would have done - of course, Ty would have
kicked some serious ass in that mall too.  But Norm wasn't one of those
guys, a fact Cori was becoming more and more aware of.

   "No problem, Kitten," Norm said simply.  "You can repay me later."

   "Sure, Pap," Cori said, confused that he sounded like she had actually
disappointed him somehow.  What had she done wrong?  Was she supposed to
just let them strip her?  Rape her?  Besides, he was the one who rammed the
guy and then pulled her into his lap.  She was confused - which is exactly
how Norm wanted it.  He was playing mind games with her.  He wanted her to
be confused, disoriented, unsure of what he wanted or expected from her. 
He knew now that the last thing she wanted to do was disappoint him.  He
was the furthest thing from disappointed with her, but he couldn't let her
know that.  Not all the time.  She had to be a little uncomfortable and on
edge in order to be susceptible to some of the things he had in mind.  Like
their next stop, for instance.

   "OK, what's this mystery destination," Cori asked cheerily, trying to
brighten the mood back up.  She just hoped it wasn't another crowded venue.
She had had enough of that for one day.

   "Right there," Norm said.  He was pointing to a hole-in-the-wall tattoo
parlor/piercing shop just down the road from the mall.

   "The tattoo place?" Cori asked.

   "Yep.  I like that heart on your ass, but we're not getting any tattoos
today," Norm said.  "Today, you're getting three piercings."

   "I already have three," Cori frowned, unhappy with where this was going.
"My ears and my belly button."

   "Now think about it," Norm said, "you use jewelry to show yourself off,
right.  Now, do you really think guys are looking at your ears?  I'll
admit, that flat tummy of yours is damn sexy, so I'll give you that.  But
still, don't you think it makes sense to dress up where it really counts?"

   "You mean my nipples?" Cori asked.

   "Yep.  And your clit," Norm said.

   "But the guys at the shop said it was OK if I didn't," Cori said.  "I
didn't want them."

   "Well, we're not at the shop and I'm not one of those guys," Norm said.
"I'm your step-father who helped raise you, got cheated on by your mother
and screwed over in the divorce settlement.  I'm not asking if you want
these piercings, I'm telling you that you're going to get them."

   It was a bold statement - his authority had been implied up until now,
but not verbalized to this extent.  Would she submit?  Would she balk? 
Would she be on a plane back to Georgia tomorrow?  It was a small risk, but
Norm was confident that he had played her right.

   "Yes, sir," Cori said softly.  She was surprised by his tone.  She had
denied him nothing so far.  Why did he sound so demanding?  With her guys
at the Shop, there had always been a level of give and take.  She gave the
vast majority of the time, but they almost always asked permission for
special requests first and gave her the option to do what she wanted.  Norm
didn't seem to be letting her have options.  She reminded herself that he
was sick, no doubt afraid about the future, lonely and more bitter than she
had realized initially.  She thought briefly about saying, screw it, I'm
going back to Georgia, but knew she'd feel guilty before the plane left the
ground, especially if anything happened to him.  After the skimpy outfits,
blowjobs and sex, a couple piercings was an odd place to draw the line, she
decided.  Her guard was up now, but she just put on her best smile and
said, "If that's what you want, I'll do it."

   Victory!  Norm shouted to himself internally.  It wasn't much in the
grand scheme of things - a couple of piercings was far less to ask than
what she had just done in the mall.  But there was no doubt the tone of
their relationship had just taken another turn toward master and
submissive. Oh, this was getting more fun by the second.

   "Put another lollipop in your mouth," Norm said before they got out of
the car.  She had lost her first one somewhere in the scrum at the mall.

   Cori unwrapped a bright red sucker and gave it her best blowjob
techniques - carefully licking over it like the head of a cock, circling
her tongue around it, popping it between her puckered red lips, then
stabbing it inside her cheeks, pulling it out with a strand of saliva
hanging perilously between her tongue and the red ball.

   "That's it," Norm said, rubbing his crotch.  "Damn, that's so fucking
hot."

   "Thanks," Cori grinned.  She brightened up at his words of praise.  Man,
he really had her on an emotional roller coaster.

   "All right, keep doing that while he's piercing you," Norm said.  "Now,
get me out of here."

   Cori helped Norm out of the car and into his chair and they wheeled into
the tattoo parlor.  There was no one inside except a heavily tattooed guy
who looked to be in his mid to late 20s.  He was a Samoan, they learned,
named Ricky.  He was large - well over 250 pounds - broad-chested with
bulky arms.  He used to play football in college, he explained.

   "Well, Ricky," Norm said, "Cori here needs a few piercings.  Can you
help us out?"

   Ricky looked her up and down, taking in all the great sites.  He had
seen his share of hotties in her before, getting tattoos on their cleavage,
their ass or their thigh.  He had pierced big fake tits many times and a
few clits, too.  She was hotter than most, for sure, but he wasn't floored
by her like most guys.  Still, seeing that her navel and ears were pierced,
he was certainly hoping that nipples or clit were on the agenda.  Just
because he'd seen it before didn't mean he didn't want to see it again -
especially with a bitch this hot.

   "I'm sure I can," Ricky said.  "What did you have in mind?"

   "Nipples and the hood of her clit," Norm said quickly.

   "Good choice," Ricky nodded.  "Any thing particular you want to put in
them?  Rings?  Studs?  Diamonds?"

   "Gold rings," Norm said.

   "I like these," Cori said, holding up some small hoop rings.

   "All right, Kitten," Norm said.  "But I also want three of those bars
that stick through with the little buds on the ends."

   "Sure thing," Ricky said, motioning Cori to a chair.  "All right, can
you take your top off please?" His eyes darting a little with anticipation.

   Cori pulled the bow and let the sides fall away as her firm tits popped
into full view.  Her nipples were already most of the way erect, standing
out hard and rubbery, nicely placed atop her cone-shaped knockers.

   "Now, I want to make sure you understand that, due to where these
piercings are, I will have to do some touching that might otherwise be
considered inappropriate," Ricky said, fully intending to do even more
touching that was necessary.  He had seen lots of tits in his days, but
these stood up with any he'd ever seen.  They were unnaturally firm and
perfectly shaped despite being real.  The lack of tan lines and those hard
nipples were an added bonus.

   "Of course," Cori said.

   "Touch whatever you need to," Norm said.  He was off to the side and,
with Cori looking away, winked at Ricky, letting him know that touching was
indeed encouraged.  Cori certainly sent out a similar vibe, showing no
shyness at having her breasts exposed to this stranger, calmly performing
the damndest blowjob on a piece of candy Ricky had ever seen.  Fuck, this
girl was definitely hotter than the average babe who came in here.  They
usually all tried to act cool and like it was no big deal, but when it got
down to it, were at least a little nervous about having a stranger grope
them and pierce them with a needle.  This babe showed no signs of any
inhibitions.  In fact, if her nipples were any indication, she was enjoying
it.

   "Looks like you're enjoying that sucker," Ricky said as he gathered the
tools he needed for the job.

   "Mmm-hmm," Cori moaned around the candy.

   "Those are what she practices with," Norm said.  "As you can see,
practice makes perfect."

   "I bet it does," Ricky said, understanding exactly what Norm meant. 
"Well, your nipples seem like they're already ready," he continued, taking
out some gauze and dousing it with rubbing alcohol.  "But I still need to
clean them and it helps to make sure they're erect as possible."

   "Oh, they get harder," Norm chirped.  "Just pull on them or twist them a
little.  They're very sensitive."

   Ricky wasn't all that surprised to realize that Norm had a sexual
relationship with this babe.  It wasn't that rare in these parts to see
sugar daddies and their beach bunny playthings.  He didn't really
understand why a girl like Cori would settle for someone like Norm, but
money was a powerful force.  Little did he know that Norm had very little
money and that Cori was no gold digger.

   Regardless of the reason she was here, Ricky was more than happy to play
with this slut's tits if that's what the old man wanted to see.  Setting
the alcohol swab aside on a sterile metal tray, he took both nipples
between his fingers and began twisting them back and forth.  The old man
just grinned and Cori kept sucking away on her lollipop, wriggling slightly
in her seat.  So, Ricky pulled on them a little, then rubbed the tips with
his fingers.  Sure enough, the rubbery nubs grew harder and longer.

   He had no reason to, but it was obvious there would be no objections, so
Ricky grabbed both breasts in his hands and gave them a good hard squeeze
before pronouncing her nipples ready to be pierced.

   "Excellent work," Norm nodded.  "You're a true artist."

   "Thanks," Ricky said.  "It's days like this I really love my job. 
You've got a very beautiful woman here, sir."

   "I agree," Norm said.  "I'm very luck to have her.  I wish every man
could be so lucky, which is why I like to at least let other guys enjoy the
view a little.  It seems a shame to have her hide that body, don't you
think?"

   "Absolutely," Ricky said.

   While the guys discussed the community benefits of scantily clad young
babes, Cori relaxed, taking it all in.  She felt so proud, hearing them
talk about her in such a nice way.  Some people would claim they were
objectifying women, but to her, it was all out of respect and appreciation.
She was proud they found beauty in her appearance, that her body brought
pleasure to their day.  It was a rare gift, she felt, to have such an
impact and she felt lucky to be in such a position.  Hearing Norm talk
about how proud he was of her, she forgot all about her reservations about
his mood, his intentions and the piercings.  She wasn't afraid of the
piercings at all.  She just had never wanted one.  She always considered
herself to have a natural beauty and, rightly or wrongly, had disdained
much in the way of jewelry, tattoos, piercings, makeup, etc.  Not that
women who used those things were wrong, it just wasn't for her and she was
lucky enough not to need it.

   Plus, she supposed, by saying that she didn't want nipple or clit rings,
that was her one small symbolic way of reminding herself and the guys at
the shop that, no matter how much they used her body, it still belonged to
her and she had final say-so over what she did and didn't do.  For a brief
period today, she felt like she was surrendering that control to Norm.  But
now, seeing the joy and pride in his eyes, she softened and realized that
the old man just needed some pleasure.  She sensed he didn't really know
what he wanted or how to ask for it and probably, knowing her mother, had
been controlled in previous relationships.  This was a way for him to
control at least one thing in his life.  While Cori was too strong-willed
and respected herself too much to totally submit to anyone, she was willing
to play along to some degree if it made him happy.  She hoped that by doing
so, she'd show him that he didn't have to order her around or play mind
games with her.  She was happy to help him and serve him and fulfill at
least most of his requests.

   These thoughts danced in her head as she watched Ricky finish her left
nipple and insert the gold ring.  "The other one needs a refresher," Norm
said, referring to her right nipple.  "Cori, lick on it a little and get it
ready for Ricky, would you please?"

   See, he was so polite now, Cori thought.  Asking her to do something for
him.  Of course she'd lick her tits for him.  She pulled out the lollipop
and lifted her heavy breast to her mouth, sucking her nipple between her
lips, rubbing her tongue across the tip, making it harden again.  Ricky and
Norm watched, wide-eyed, mouths slightly open, nearly ready to drool.

   "How's that?" Cori said, letting the breast fall, jiggling back into
place, the wet nipple glistening with saliva now.

   "Perfect," Ricky said.  "I'll just dry it off." He rubbed it with a dry
piece of gauze, once again pulling and twisting it before prepping it with
alcohol.  When he was done, Norm slapped his left hand on his knee in
appreciation of the finished products: two firm, C-cup breasts with hard
nipples and shiny gold rings stuck in them.

   "Shake `em a little," Norm said.  Cori wiggled in her seat, making her
tits sway back and forth, slapping lightly against one another.

   "What do you think, Ricky?" Norm asked.  "You're the professional here."

   "I think they look fantastic," Ricky said honestly.  "I think you're
going to be very happy with those."

   "I'm sure," Norm said.

   "Now, are we ready to do the clit or do you need a break?" Ricky asked
Cori.

   "I'm fine," Cori said cheerily.  "You're doing a great job.  Thank you
so much." She started to tie her top back together, but Norm motioned for
her not to and she stopped.

   "OK," Ricky said.  "I just need you to remove your panties and then I'll
recline this seat a little more for a better angle."

   "Actually," Norm spoke up, "I believe if you flip her skirt up you'll
see that you don't have to remove anything." Ricky flipped the skirt up and
saw that the old man was right.  The g-string was so tiny that he had only
to move the strap about an inch to expose her clit.  The string rode up
between her pussy lips and Ricky wanted to rub it back and forth and make
her really squirm.

   "I see," he said.  "Yes, we can do it just like this."

   "Cori, are you wet?" Norm teased.  "Ricky, is my little slut wet
already? Stick your finger in and find out."

   Ricky raised his eyebrows questioningly, but saw that Norm was serious.
Never one to look a gift babe in the mouth, Ricky spread her lips and
inserted his middle finger, sliding it into her wet pussy.  "Yes, she's wet
all right," Ricky announced.  "Hot too.  Looks like you have a sexually
aroused young lady here, sir."

   "Looks like," Norm grinned.  "I bet by the time you snap that gold ring
in her cunt, she's going to be ready to burst."

   "Probably," Ricky chuckled.  "I guess we'll find out.  You know, I
usually don't do it this way for obvious reasons, but if it's all right
with you , I can get much better access to her clit if I can keep a couple
fingers inside her."

   "That's fine," Norm said.  "Do what you have to do.  Cori's fine, aren't
you babe?"

   "Yeah," she smiled.  "This is a lot more fun than I thought it would
be."

   "Good," Ricky said.  He pushed his middle, ring and pinky fingers inside
her, pressing up with his fingers to push her pussy out from the inside,
forcing her clit higher up where he pinched it between his thumb and
forefinger.  He did all this with his left hand while he used his right
hand to do the actual piercing.  Of course, this really did nothing to make
the clit hood more accessible or easier to pierce, but a flimsy excuse was
all he needed to justify sticking three fingers in her and leaving them
there.

   He was deliberately very slow, enjoying the sights of naked pussy and
bare tits, not to mention the feel of a velvety smooth, smoldering, moist
twat wrapped around his fingers.  He rubbed her pussy from the inside and
her clit from the outside, watching her squirm, leaving damp pussy marks on
the leather seat.

   "Hold off on the piercing for a second," Norm said, nodding toward Cori.
Ricky looked up and saw that she had her head back, eyes closed and was
rubbing her sides and her tits with her hands.  Ricky took the cue and
continued playing with her pussy, rubbing it inside and out, teasing her
clit and exploring her as far as his fingers would reach.  She arched her
back and ground her hips.

   "Cum, Cori," Norm said softly.

   "Cum, Cori," Ricky added intently.  He had seen a lot of stuff in this
shop, but this was a first.

   Just then, the door jingled and two bikers came in.  They looked like
the biker stereotype, middle-aged with leathery skin, dark beards and
leather vests and riding pants.  Norm turned to them and smiled, putting a
finger to his lips to indicate to be quiet.  "Shhh," he whispered.  "Come
on in, she's just about to pop one off.  It's usually a pretty good show."

   "Hot damn," one guy said.

   "How much for a turn?" the other asked.

   "She's not for sale," Norm said evenly.  "Just for show."

   "Fair enough, old man," the second guy said, slapping him on the back.
Both bikers stepped closer, getting a good look at all that Cori had to
offer and was openly displaying for them and anyone else lucky enough to
walk through the doors.

   Norm studied his step-daughter.  Already he was learning to read the
signs of her impending orgasms.  He watched how her hips moved, her hands
caressed and squeezed her tits - carefully avoiding the now hyper-sensitive
nipples -- her breathing shallowed and her nostrils flared.  When he
thought the moment was right, he said, "Now, Ricky."

   Ricky pierced her clit and, on cue, Cori screamed, not in pain, but in
ecstasy.  As she almost always did, Cori came hard, her whole body
responding to the sensory overload, the waves of pleasure emanating from
her pussy and rolling back and forth over her body.  She gave into the
pleasure and rode the wave like no woman Norm had ever seen.

   Cori slumped in the chair, slowly opening her eyes as the four men in
the room applauded, her step-dad leading the cheers as he slapped his knee.
He looked so proud.  That look meant so much to Cori.

   "How much do we owe you, Ricky?" Norm asked.

   Ricky was still staring at Cori's glistening pussy, the gold ring now
dangling from her clit.  "Oh, uh, you know, that was so awesome, I'm only
going to charge you half.  If you let me take a couple of pictures with
her, it's free."

   "No harm in a couple pictures," Norm chuckled.  "What did you have in
mind?"

   "One with just us standing together," Ricky said, thinking quickly,
staring at Cori as he pictured the images.  "One of her kissing me.  One of
her bending over in front of me, flipping up her skirt.  One of me holding
her tits.  One of my with my fingers in her pussy.  And one with my cock in
front of her face like she's getting ready to suck it."

   "Wow, you came up with that list pretty fast," Norm said.  "All right,
it's a deal."

   Ricky said he had a camera in the back and went to get it.

   One of the bikers operated the camera while Norm directed and Cori,
well, she gave the guys another show.  She put her clothes all back on to
start with, but gradually stripped throughout the modeling session.  Her
top was off by the time Ricky was squeezing her tits and by the time she
was pretending to prepare to suck his cock, the other biker was holding her
top, skirt and thong as she knelt nearly nude - only her heels and
stockings still on, along with that pretty red bow in her hair and those
shiny rings - in front of him.

   "Purse your lips like you're going to give it a big kiss," Norm
directed. The biker snapped the photo.  "Good, now stick out your tongue
like you're going to lick it.  Perfect.  Now, hold his cock up and stick
out your tongue like you're going to lick his balls."

   When Ricky felt Cori's soft hand on him, his cock lurched in her hand
and he thought he might shoot his wad all over her right there.  Now that
would be a nice picture, he thought.  "Hey," he said, "how about a picture
with my cock in her mouth.  She doesn't have to suck it.  Just hold it in
her mouth for the picture.  I promise I won't try to stick it in too far or
cum in her mouth."

   "That's a lot to ask," Norm said.  "Cori's no whore."

   "I understand, sir," Ricky said quickly.  "She's just so ... wow.  I
just want a picture to remember this day by."

   "I'm afraid that's too much to ask," Norm said.  Cori was pleasantly
surprised.  She figured he'd say yes, but he was drawing the line.  He was
willing to show her off, but not share her.  That was good to know.  At
least, that's what she thought until Norm continued.  "What can you offer
in return?"

   "Name your price," Ricky said.

   `One of those collars," Norm said, pointing at a display behind the
counter.  There was a row of leather chokers in various colors with
rhinestone, silver or gold lettering on them.  They said things like
"Slut", "Sexy", "Cum Slut", "I Love to Fuck", "I Swallow", "Sex Toy",
"Bitch", "Pussy", "Whore", "I Love Cock", "I Love Cum" etc.

   "Sure," Ricky said.  "Pick whichever one you want."

   "Deal," Norm said.  "Cori, I believe the man just bought himself a
picture.  How about one with just the head in and then one with it jabbing
the side of her cheek so you can really tell it's in there?"

   "Yeah!" Ricky said.

   Cori was a little disappointed, but she didn't know why.  Ben and Ty and
John had all shared her at times back in Georgia.  Ben had offered her oral
services to a shop owner and his son in exchange for some new shoes.  John
had offered her up to his friends and neighbors during a cookout.  Maybe
the difference was that she knew if she had said no to them, they would
have respected that and stopped things right there.  Norm never asked her
if she wanted to or not and she got the feeling he didn't care about her
opinion in the matter.  It wasn't a big deal.  It wasn't actual sex, just
simulated.  And Ricky had been really nice to her.  Heck, he helped her
have an orgasm.  The least she could do was give him a decent picture in
return.

   Cori opened her mouth, parting those moist red lips and offering the
oral trifecta - two soft lips and a wet tongue - to him.  As instructed,
Ricky put just the head of his cock inside her.  He didn't expect her to do
anything but hold it there, so it was too his extreme delight that she
flicked her tongue back and forth across the head while the biker took
several pictures on the digital camera.

   "Shit, that feels great," Ricky said.

   "Stick it in her cheek," Norm said.  Cori turned her head a bit to the
side and Ricky punched forward with his cock, embedding it in her soft
cheek, feeling her tongue wrap around his shaft.  Damn, if this bitch
didn't stop, he was going to break his promise and cum right in her mouth.
Fortunately, the biker took some quick photos and Ricky pulled out
reluctantly.  Cori found herself following his movement for a second with
her mouth, her eyes half lidded in lust.  When Ricky pulled out, a long
string of pre-cum and saliva arched downward betweeen her reaching tongue
and the tip of his dick.  "I guess finishing the job is out of the
question," he asked Norm.

   "Yep, afraid so," Norm said, eyes glued to his kneeling little slut. 
"She's very special to me, as you might imagine, and I can't just go around
letting everyone fuck her.  I like to share her beauty with the world, but
some things are for me and me alone."

   "Well, I can respect that," the biker holding Cori's clothes said.  "But
can we get the same deal Ricky got?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Well, you like those collars, right?  You want more than one?  We'll
buy every fucking one of them for her if we can get the same set of
pictures with us in them instead."

   Norm didn't think twice.  He really wanted the collars and he really
wanted to keep showing Cori off.  He was loving every second of it. 
"Deal," he said.  Cori put her clothes back on and went through the same
basic poses two more times, once with each biker, allowing both to put
their cocks in her mouth.  One guy modified the bending over pose, peeling
her thong off and having her stuff it in her mouth while he stood behind
her and lifted his hand, pretending to be in the act of spanking her ass.
It was a great photo.

   When they were done, all four men were very happy and very horny.  Cori
had worked them all into a fever pitch.  Ricky was still slowly stroking
his cock through his shorts while he watched Cori display herself for the
bikers.  He knew he'd have to go to the bathroom and jerk off once they
left.

   "All right," Norm said.  "If you guys aren't in too big of a hurry, Cori
would like to put on one more show for you." Cori looked at him blankly,
wondering what else he could possibly have in store for her.

   "You see, every day about this time, my schoolgirl here gets hungry for
a snack," Norm lied, and I just happened to bring it along.  He pulled out
his hard cock, which pointed straight in the air.  No Viagra needed this
time, he thought.  "Since she has to drive, I can't feed her in the car, so
she'll have to eat here.  You're welcome to watch if you want."

   Norm motioned Cori over to him.  "Crawl," he said.  Cori, already on her
knees from the last photo, dropped on all fours, her bare tits swaying as
she slowly crawled toward him across the dirty shop floor.

   "Give me the one that says `I Swallow'," Norm said to Ricky, referring
to the chokers.  Ricky brought it over - it was candy red to match her
ribbon - and Norm told him to put it on her.

   "Take as many pictures as you have left on that camera," Norm said to
Ricky.  "You can just put them all on disks for us before we leave, right?"


   "Right."

   "Good.  Lots of pictures then," Norm said.  "Any angle you want." Norm
nodded to Cori to begin and, to the hoots and cheers of her onlookers, she
engulfed her step-dad's cock once more.  "Show them how you do it," Norm
encouraged.

   Cori showed them all right.  She sucked him hard at first, barely moving
her head, letting her tongue and lips work him over.  Her hollowed cheeks
and his un-rehearsed grunts told them how hard she was sucking.

   Then, she started bobbing her head, quickly picking up the pace, taking
him deeper with each stroke until she was deep-throating him.  With his
cock all the way in her mouth and down her throat, she stopped once more,
letting Ricky take some pictures and everyone appreciate the sight of a
beautiful girl with her face stuffed full of cock.  Then, just when they
assumed that part of the show was over, she opened her mouth a bit wider,
extended her tongue and licked his balls.  That move received cheers from
all three guys and Cori looked up at Norm, who was soaking it all in. 
Again, she saw the pride in his face and smiled to herself.

   She couldn't see them, but all three guys were stroking their cocks as
they watched the show.  Ricky was taking tons of pictures, from above,
below, the side - trying to catch every angle of this magnificent blowjob.

   Cori used her teasing and pacing techniques to milk Norm slowly, knowing
he wanted this one to last a while.  Finally, when he was ready to cum, he
said, "Just catch it, don't swallow until I tell you." Cori winked at him
to let him know she understood and he began spurting thick cream into her
mouth.

   "Lap it up, babe," one guy said.

   "Suck him dry!" said Ricky.

   Cori sucked hard, drawing every drop of semen out of him that she could,
but never swallowing nor permitting any to seep out of her mouth.  She
didn't take her mouth off him until he told her to.  "Show them, Kitten,"
he said.

   Cori turned around on her knees and faced her audience, making sure they
were all looking before she opened her mouth and showed them the coating of
white cum on her tongue, some of it dangling from her teeth and gums. 
Ricky snapped pictures with one hand and stroked himself with the other.

   `Got `em?" Norm asked him.  "Make sure you get the `I Swallow' in the
picture."

   "Got it," Ricky said.

   "Swallow, Cori," Norm's instruction was terse, an order.  She did,
opening her mouth to show them all a dry, clean tongue as they cheered once
more.

   Before she started to get dressed, Norm said, "I think you've made our
friends quite uncomfortable." He nodded toward their erections.  "Don't you
think before we leave we should do something about that, since they've been
so kind?"

   "Hell yes!" one of the bikers said.

   "Well, uh..." Cori stammered.  She really didn't want this to turn into
a gang bang.

   "I think it would be nice if you used your hands to help them," Norm
said.  "And we don't want to mess up Ricky's shop, so you could just catch
your cum with your clothes."

   "Yes sir," Cori said.  She was actually enthusiastic in her response,
not because she was anxious to give handjobs but because she had feared she
was going to told to give a lot more than than.  Again, Norm had played her
like a fiddle.  By implying one thing and then making her do another, he
actually had her so eager to please that she was tugging at the guys'
pants, trying to get at their cocks.

   "Get dressed first," Norm said.  Cori quickly put her little top,
g-string and skirt back on and soon she was kneeling before both bikers, a
cock in each hand while Ricky took more pictures.  Her nipples, somewhat
visible before through the sweater were now even harder, and you could
easily glimpse the gold showing through the little gaps.  "Better wet them
down a little," Norm said.  Cori didn't suck the shafts, but licked them up
and down, wetting them until her hands slid easily over their slick cocks.

   She tugged on them and played gently with their balls.  She looked up at
them, licking her lips and wiggled around to make her tits dance for them
inside her little top.  They came almost in unison, the first firing his
seed at her left breast, splattering the "on the curve" lettering and the
red lipstick image.  The other guy did the same with her right breast,
connecting just above the "I hope you grade" lettering, his first blast
missing the target altogether and catching her just under her chin, running
down her neck and across the `I Swallow' choker, coating a long stretch
down to the top of her right tit in thick cum. .

   "Let me see," Norm said.

   Cori stood up and turned around, showing him.  The cum stood out
brilliant white against the red lettering on her shirt, but appeared more
yellowish against the white fabric.  He wished she was wearing black so it
would really show up.

   "Good," Norm said.  "Ricky, your turn." Ricky handed the camera to one
of the bikers and Cori licked his shaft and balls, then started stroking
him.  When Ricky was about to cum, he said, "stand up and turn around.  Now
bend over." Cori did, wondering what he had in mind.  He wasn't going to
try to fuck her, was he?  The next thing she knew, she felt a warm glob
land in the middle of her back and she knew he was cumming on her.  When
she felt no more on her skin, she correctly assumed that he had spilled the
remainder of his load on her skirt.  The big Samoan's balls had been
swelling up since Cori came in an hour ago, and he had a considerable
amount of jizz to dish out.  His cum pooled into a large film that oozed
down slowly from Cori's back onto to her skirt, and it showed up very well
against the dark, checkered fabric.

   "One more photo of the hunters with their trophy?" Norm asked.

   "I've got an idea," one of the bikers said.  "She'd look great on our
bikes out there, and we could stand next to her.  The cum would really show
up in the sunlight."

   "Great idea," Norm said.

   They went outside and had Cori straddle one of the motorcycles.  The
bikers stood on either side of her as they took pictures, pointing to the
cum-stained shirt.  Cori put her finger in her mouth, sucking on it
innocently as if to say, "what did I do?"

   Ricky's picture was even better.  To display his conquest, he had her
bend over the bike and he stood behind her, pointing to the thick globs of
white cum that stood out brilliantly in the bright afternoon sun.  There
was a large oval-shaped glob that was oozing down the middle of one of the
pleats, which was acting like a funnel directing it right toward her
exposed ass crack.  Cori held her pose, licking her lips seductively, while
the guys watched the slow advance of the white cream, anticipating its
landing on her naked ass like a kid waiting for the ketchup to drop onto a
hot dog.  Finally, the cum landed with a barely audible splat just to the
left of her ass crack.  Ricky beamed with pride, pointing at her
cum-dripping ass to let everyone viewing the picture know the white sauce
belonged to him.

   With the photo session finally over, Ricky ran inside and quickly
downloaded the pictures, making copies on disk for everyone.

   As they left, Norm said, "Hey you guys should stop by the truck stop on
Route 8 sometime.  I own it.  I'll take care of you."

   `Thanks," Ricky said.  "Will she be there, too?"

   Norm just looked at Cori and shrugged, "You never know." But already,
the ideas for how to make the restaurant a success again were percolating
in his head.