Susan came back to the room where Lexi was hooked to the milking machine. She quietly opened the door and watched Lexi as she was on her knees having her pert tits administered to by the large cups attached to them. Lexi's little tits looked much larger and longer now. Susan couldn't wait to remove the suction cups and show Lexi how her new tits looked.
"Well honey I think you have enjoyed yourself quite long enough. Let's get those cups off and have a look at your little boobies." Susan shut the machine off and came to the side of the bed and unhooked the milking machine from Lexi's breasts. When she removed them Susan could see that the suction had worked just as she had hoped. Lexi's tits were not the least bit perky at the moment. They were much more distended and Lexi's naturally large nipples and areolas were very red and puffy.
"Come on sweetie. Roll over and have a seat in front of the mirror and take a peek at your tits."
Lexi did so and she was horrified at what she saw. Instead of her firm, small breasts, she saw a pair of breasts that belonged on a much older woman. They were sagging down and while they didn't seem to be much larger in size, their shape was so different than her breasts had ever been.
"I think it is a definite improvement. It is too bad they will regain their normal shape in awhile, but we will keep working on that. In the meantime let's compare your tits to mine." Susan opened her blouse and sat down next to Lexi in front of the mirror. "Well, I see that they are very similar honey. How does it feel to have your sweet little boobies look like they should be one of my older whore's tits instead of yours?"
Lexi didn't say a word. She just kept looking at herself and then looking over at Susan and thinking what is wrong with this creature? Why would she want Lexi to look this way? It wasn't attractive at all. From the way Toots had talked, he wanted her to look young and fresh for as long as possible.
Lexi couldn't know that Susan enjoyed doing this because she felt it was payback for the last ten years of her life. She had gone to work for Toots on a lark and she was sucked into the business far deeper than she had ever intended. Toots had set her up from the beginning and had blackmailed her into nude dancing as well as coercing her into becoming a full time prostitute. He had threatened to send a tape he had made of her willingly giving him a blow job in his office the first night she had met him. She had been forced to dance in the Ranch House the first night, giving lap dances to truckers and other low life customers in the crowded bar. She had been made to dance on stage and she was petrified to think that someone she knew from her everyday life would recognize her. No one did recognize her, but Toots did have her give a couple of the customers head in the parking lot. At the end of the night he gave her forty dollars as her share for sucking the two men's cocks. She had also managed to make about eighty dollars for the lap dances and thirty dollars in tips while she was on stage. It totaled a hundred and fifty dollars for her night's work. It has been ten years and she remembered the money to the penny. She hated Toots for what he had forced her to do and she hated her boyfriend at the time more than she hated Toots. After all, it was Gary who had set the whole thing up and totally changed the course of her life.
Well, things were different now. Now she had control and it was going to be Lexi, not Susan who was going to suffer all the humiliation that she had suffered in those first months working for Toots.
She remembered the third night she was working the bar. She hadn't started at the massage parlor yet and she was walking through the crowd soliciting customers for lap dances when the thing she had dreaded happened. She came face to face with two men she knew. They worked at another real estate office in town. Yes, Susan was a professional woman by day and had a successful, but boring career as a real estate salesperson. When she saw the two acquaintances staring open mouthed at her in her mini skirt and platform heels she knew that things would never be the same. She rushed into the dressing room area and sat at the dressing table in front of a mirror and looked at herself. What she saw in it wasn't a career woman. It was a tittie bar dance and whore that was staring back at her.
Just then Candy came into the room and asked her what was wrong. Susan explained and Candy, while sympathetic told her that if she didn't get back out on the floor before Toots saw she was missing there would be hell to pay. Susan said that all he could do was to send the tape he had made of her sucking him off to her office. Now it didn't matter. Candy grabbed her by the shoulder and told her in no uncertain terms that Toots could—and would—do much more than that if he chose to do so.
"Trust me honey, you don't want to cross him. He is a member of the local chapter of the Huns motorcycle gang. He will turn you over to them for a night or two of fun and you will never be the same. I know. I have seen it happen. Now come on, let's get you back out on the floor and hustling drinks and dances. You dance for anyone who wants a dance, whether it is a stranger or your best friend's husband. Let's go."
Susan danced that night. Her friends must have been too embarrassed to stay because they were gone when she came back out into the bar. She danced, hustled drinks and worked the parking lot for the next week or so. She also went to work at her office as though nothing had happened and she had started to think things were going to be okay; that she could keep her two lives separated.
At the end of the second week at the bar, Toots told her she would be starting at the Gentle Touch Massage Parlor that night. He took her down to the motel and introduced her to Ruby, who was the madam in charge of the girls. Toots generally didn't come there too often because his focus was on keeping the bar and customers flowing. Ruby took Susan into a back room that served as a dressing area and told her to pick out something from the rack to wear. The clothes looked even gaudier than the outfits she had been wearing in the bar. She sighed and picked out a super short skirt, an uplift bra and a fringed top that showed off what cleavage she had. Ruby looked at Susan's high heels and nodded to herself as if in approval. She then her sat her down and brushed and teased her hair into a Texas-style mess. She added some dangly earrings and chunky bracelets and said she was ready to go.
