This is the story of Patty and her Adventures in the city. Be sure to check out the profile to read the foreword to her story, and a link to image albums of the outfits used during appointments kept.
Chapter 03, The Real Deal
Back at her dump, Sarge said "We need to come up for a few minutes." and she agreed.
Even though it was after 11pm, on a Tuesday night there were still a lot of people around. He told her it was going to be all business as they took her up, so struggle a little bit. Oh and hold your hands behind you like you are cuffed.
Sarge got out, opened the back door and dragged her roughly from the car by her arm and Officer Young took her other arm. The dress fell but left about 1/3 of her slip showing on one side. She struggled as they pulled her across the sidewalk and up the steps.
Opening the door, Sarge pushed her inside. Officer Young closed the door behind them. Up to the 4th floor to her place, they went. Reaching over the doorjamb she retrieved the key and opened the door. Stepping inside, Sarge followed then Officer Young. As Young closed the door, he felt the softest fabric brush his arm.
Turning, he found a ravishing vintage full slip hanging on the back of the door. It had a beautiful ecru lace at her bust with floral applique' framing the bottom. She had a creamy body of the silkiest nylon. The five inches of ecru lace at her hem was built into her body, not just attached. He touched Patty's delightful full slip at her bust and ran his fingertips down her smooth body taking her lace in his hand.
Sarge said, "WOW! I am surprised, this is a really nice place!"
Patty said, "Someone unzip me please."
Sarge obliged. He was like a gentle giant as he did, completely different from the Ol' Sarge she knew in the streets. She bent over lifting the dress up over her head, tossing it in front of the armoire where it fell into a crumpled heap on the floor.
Sarge started with, "Patty, You are a very beautiful woman. One who any guy in his right mind would be proud to have by his side. You've got spunk, not the kind covering your clothing, but true grit and vigor. I could see that from the time I first saw you."
Patty looked at her feet, then back up at Sarge with a smile.
Although still easy on the eyes, the true punishment her abused slip-set took during the night could be clearly seen as her slip and cami gently fluttered in the breeze of the room fan. The cum on her slip was dry causing numerous stains in her pedal pink silken body and pretty lace. She was wrinkled all over as if she had been slept in with deep creases in spots that endured the grinding. Her camisole was still tucked into her cleavage and glued to her tits by the thick cum than now badly stained her white scalloped lace and silky nylon. Both were stiff in the areas that soaked up the cum.
"Guys," Patty said, "Would you like something to drink? Your choice, coffee, milk or water."
The camisole went over her head exposing her pert boobs, and she said, "I'll make a pot, have a seat if You like."
Sarge continued as Patty tossed the camisole on top of the dress, going into the kitchen in just her half slip. She washed her hands and made the pot as he said. "When I told you that your ass was mine, I was not kidding, it is."
Coming back into the living room, she had a plastic bowl filled with packets of sugar and little cups of half and half like found at a convenience store along with two coffee mugs and a plastic travel tumbler. Topless now, her boobs jiggled as she walked.
Setting them on the table she looked at him and asked, "What exactly does that mean?" then returned to the kitchen for the fresh pot of coffee.
Officer Young had a great view of her ass in the misused slip as they swayed with her walk. Returning with the pot she leaned over and poured for them leaving room for cream and sugar, then poured the travel tumbler about 1/3 of the way full for herself.
As she poured, Sarge said, "For one, You don't work my streets anymore, gone are the nights of picking up tricks, letting them have you for scraps and leaving you in a mess."
Sipping coffee from the tumbler, Patty asked, "Can I take a shower, Master? I find myself in a sticky situation."
Sarge replied, "Hit the showers, Smartass" and continued. She put the pot back on the coffeemaker and went to take a shower. Opening the door to the bathroom, another full-slip came into view, a racy red very lacy vintage Van Raalte full slip.
Standing in the doorway, Patty's slip endured more punishment as She shook her well-shaped ass in Young's direction, smiled, slapped it a couple times then jerked it down by it's lace. Still pretty as she pooled around her feet, Patty stepped out of it with one foot, kicking it with the other. It landed by her dress in a crumpled pile on the floor.
As Patty started to close the bathroom door, Sarge said "Leave it open"
She sat on the edge of the tub removing her stay up stockings slowly, tossing each toward Young. They ended up just outside the bath on the hardwood floor.
Standing and leaning over to turn the water on, she was showing him what she had. Young put his hand over his eyes and shook his head. Peeking out he caught her stepping into the shower, wiggling her finger for him to join her. He smiled.
Young admired the slips hanging from the doors as Sarge talked. "Patty, I want You to meet some people. These people can turn your life around and get you out of here."
Patty asked, "You going to take me to church after what we did tonight?"
Sarge, "Well, no these people are not preachers and nuns. You can do very well with this group, except you won't be giving yourself for scraps."
Patty replied, "I like being independent."
Sarge said, "Those days are over. Did you really think the girls up and down this street were independents? Nope, all mine, But you have a choice. Frankly speaking, some of them are pissed at you and want to whip your ass, because they think you are stuck up and hogging all the action."
Patty asked, "I'm not stuck up, am I?"
Sarge said, "Of course not, I've seen you trying to chat and make friends with them. I've also seen them treat you like trash, when all you have done is carve out a little niche' for yourself.
"A niche' for myself?" Patty asked.
"Sure," he said and continued, "Your Style and the way you dress."
"What's the matter with the way I dress?" Patty challenged.
"Absolutely nothing" Sarge asserted continuing with, "Your dress is that of a teacher, librarian, or even what a lady in the pews of a church would have on. You appear to be very straightlaced or even prudish, with a surprise underneath. None of the others do this. Hell, some of them don't even wear panties and most wouldn't know what a slip is if you slapped them in the face with one."
"To top it off," He said, "When you did what you did with Young and I tonight, showing what a sexual wildcat you are, giving it your all using even your clothing to satisfy us, that was fantastic, to me, anyway. You even let us use your clothing, knowing full well that it could be destroyed at any time. That is Your niche'. I'll bet you have a return list a mile long."
"I aims to please" Patty said and asked, "Return list?"
"Sure" He said, "Your regulars"
