The next evening, Caroline dressed as Andre had instructed. She looked at herself in the mirror and knew that she had never looked so slutty in her life. Her tight black skirt was a couple of inches shorter than the one that Julia Roberts wore in 'Pretty Woman.' But Julia was only in her early 20s when she wore it and Caroline was almost twice as old. The blouse was a sleeveless button up, and the top four buttons had been removed. Her shoes were four inch heels that screamed 'fuck me.' There was a note that simply said "No underwear' in the box.
Caroline looked like a street walker, but the clothes seemed to fit her well toned body like a glove. When Andre picked her up, he had her spin around so he could admire her curves in the trampy outfit. He reached under the hem of her skirt and felt her bare ass and then stood behind her and reached his hands inside her blouse and twisted her nipples. Caroline whimpered and breathed, "Please make your whore cum, Andre." He smiled and twisted them once again which drove her into a moaning and panting orgasm.
He took her to a nice upscale restaurant in one of the whiter sections of town. At first Caroline was embarrassed to be walking in to the restaurant dressed like a slut with a young black man. She had been on enough cases to know that the general consensus would be that she was part of his stable of whores. As she sat down, flashing the men at the table next to them, she smiled and realized that she was part of his stable of whores. She hoped she was the only whore, but doubted that to be the case.
During the meal, he had her flash the table of men next to them a few more times. She had never been so sexually bold in her life and she actually enjoyed seeing the men almost drooling at the site of her bare pussy. When they were finished eating, he walked beside her with his hand lifting her skirt and resting on her bare ass.
He took her to a strip club that his Dad owned near the east side. At first she was hesitant, but he told her it would broaden her horizons, and besides, she didn't really have a choice. Once again, she saw that she was the only white person in the place, and other than a few of the male customers, she was also the oldest. For the next hour they sat and drank and watched the dancers and the men around them getting table dances. Andre was pouring liquor into Caroline as fast as he could, and she had finally reached the point of being borderline drunk. He called one of the dancers over and told Caroline to watch her give him a table dance. Although she was a little jealous, she quietly observed the woman strip and straddle Andre.
When the girl was finished, he said, "Now you try it." Caroline was aghast. "Wha-what? You want me to . . . "
He smiled at her and said, "Yeah, I do. Now strip and give me a table dance."
"B-but I c-can't dance l-like that, Andre," she whined.
"All you have to do is hump my legs and shove your tits in my face, so strip, bitch." She was quickly out of her clothes and trying to hide her body. All of the men around them were watching her instead of the dancer on the stage. She straddled his leg and humped and bumped as best she could. She didn't think she was doing very well, but she wasn't aware of all the hard ons that she had caused In their vicinity.
When she finished, one of the men at the next table asked if she could do a table dance for them, and while Caroline looked on in horror, Andre simply smiled and said, "Sure. Get on over there slut."
With tears in her eyes, she walked to the next table and repeated her performance for the men. As they began to touch her body, she looked back at Andre in alarm, but he only smiled and nodded his head. By the end of the song, the men had probed her entire body. She was completely humiliated, but on the verge of climaxing right in front of them. Andre yelled over to them, "Come on guys, you got her all worked up. She'll do another dance for you, but try to get her off this time."
The men high-fived each other and the music started. Hands landed on her breasts and ass and she felt fingers in her sopping wet pussy. It didn't take her long to cum, but the men didn't stop using her body. She came two more times and when the song ended, she was so weak that she had to lean against their table. The men took advantage of that by continuing their onslaught of her body, making her scream and cum again. She was exhausted as Andre helped her back to their table. She realized that her clothes were nowhere to be seen, but she just wanted to rest. She sat there naked for the next few minutes and then asked him where her clothes were. "I didn't want them to get wrinkled so I took them out to the car," he said.
"You what?" she yelled.
"Shut up bitch," he said. "You are the hottest woman in here. I want you to walk around and let the men enjoy your body for a while."
"But I can't do that, Andre. I could lose my . . . "
He turned and glared at her. "You'll do what I tell you and you'll fucking do it now. Understand?" She looked down and nodded her head. "Make the circuit over to the bar and past the stage a few times and then come on back here. Let my bros get a feel of an old white woman."
She had never been this embarrassed in her life. If her coworkers and subordinates could see her now, she would be fired. But she had rarely been this turned on either. She started her walk to the bar. For the next hour, Caroline move around the strip club letting the customers grope, feel, spank, titty-slap and finger her. The men laughed at her and made comments at her expense. Most of them told her they wanted to fuck her, and others just called her whore, slut, black cock slut and anything else that came to their minds.
When she finally made it back to Andre, he pulled her by the hand out the door to his car. She didn't even comment or complain about being naked. When they got in the car, Andre could tell she was mad and humiliated, and he wondered how long it would take him to change her attitude. 'Game on,' he thought. Before she could say anything, he reached over and pulled her to him and kissed her hard shoving his tongue into her mouth. His left hand twisted her hard right nipple making her moan. He timed the kiss and broke away after 12 seconds, and heard her moan, "Oh Andre, kiss me again." As he kissed her again, he smiled inwardly thinking "Just 12 seconds to change her from mad to into a slut. This cunt is too easy." He fingered her to orgasm and then made her suck his cock all the way back to her apartment.
While they were having a nightcap, he said, "So tell me what you thought about tonight."
She paused for a few seconds and then said, "I was embarrassed in the restaurant by all the people looking at my clothes and thinking that I must be your whore until I realized that I am your whore." Andre smiled a knowing smile at her. "I thought I would be embarrassed to be with such a young black man in a mostly white upper middle class restaurant, but that wasn't the case. I was proud of being seen with you. And that doubled when we went to the strip club. You humiliated me by making me dance for the other men and then walk around naked while they pinched and slapped me. At first I wondered why I was doing it. Then I thought of you, Andre, and I knew that I wanted to please you. I would do anything for you, Andre. I suppose that eventually it was kind of a turn on to have all those men see and touch my body, but by then, all I wanted was you."
