"Slut, say hello to Lenn," Jason ordered Mokie.
They had driven far from campus to the heart of the sleazy area of North Hollywood.
Jenn had suggested Mokie dress for the occasion, with the shortest white skirt she owned and a hot pink halter top. Monique was horrified when Jenn would not allow her any panties or thong; her newly shaved pussy and ass would be exposed unless she stood completely still and pulled down on the skirt. It was even possible her butt plug would be visible.
And then Jenn ordered her slave to strap on her high heeled sandals. Jason examined them for several moments, because they actually looked like the lock-on heels he planned to get for his pet. With the sandals, her long legs directed any observer straight to her pussy, and hiked the skirt even higher. She begged, telling her tormentors that they would get arrested. Jason just laughed and said, "Not where we're going, slut!"
Jason quietly ordered Jenn to remain behind and to bag up any of Mokie's clothes that did not fit her new image, and to take the "frumpy" ones to the Salvation Army shop. He told Jenn that he saw no reason to keep anything other than Mokie's thongs and two bras, one red, one black, as long as they were lacy and sexy.
Monique begged to be allowed a hoodie or coat to walk out of the apartment and down to the parking area, but Jason told her to be silent or be spanked. Mokie immediately stopped speaking, knowing that a red ass would just add to her humiliation.
When they got to Jason's car, he ordered his pet to flip up her skirt to completely expose her shaved cunt and to lock her hands behind her neck, to draw further attention to her breasts and hard nipples which were standing at attention under the silk halter.
Monique was miserable throughout the drive, looking straight ahead to avoid the stares and honks she received. Jason didn't help matters by lowering the roof of his fire red convertible.
She was relieved they were leaving Westwood and headed east, far from eyes that she might know. They arrived at a shop called Love 'n Leather and parked in a spot on the side of the shop. Like a perfect gentleman, Jason walked around to open the door for his slave, telling her she could release her hands and get out of the car.
Monique knew right away this was going to be awkward and unpleasant. She could feel her ass stick to his vinyl seat and squeak as she rose.
"What's this, slut?" Jason angrily proclaimed. "You are an insatiable slut. Look at the mess you left on my car seat!"
Monique looked down and knew that her pussy was once again stabbing her in the back. The seat was smeared with her juices.
"Bend over and lick it up, now!" Jason commanded with force.
Monique turned to stare at him, her mouth opened in shock.
"Now, or I will tan your ass right here and now!"
Monique was without another option, so she bent her knees and leaned into the car.
"Knees straight! This is not an exercise session! This is a slut cleaning up her own mess."
Monique straightened her knees, knowing her ass was completely exposed and the black butt plug evident to any passersby. She stuck out her pierced tongue and timidly licked at the juicy deposits. She was almost knocked into the car with a swift and painful swat to her ass.
"You are not a kitty cat drinking from a bowl of milk. You are a slut who cannot control her own cunt. I want to see enthusiasm NOW!" Jason accented the world "NOW" with a twist to the butt plug. Mokie dove into her assignment with as much energy as she could summon. In seconds, she had cleaned the seat to a shiny gloss of saliva.
Taking her by the elbow, Jason tugged her from the car, and guided her into the side door of the shop. Things were moving so fast that Mokie could not anticipate nor prepare for what was happening.
Hearing Jason greet Lenn, she looked up to see what her next demon looked like. Her heart skipped a beat and she blushed in shame. Unlike Alonzo, Lenn was in his late 20's, his blonde hair tousled as if by the wind along the coast. He was tan, about 6'2", broad shoulders, muscular build and an awesome smile. At any other time, Monique would have used her feminine wiles to attract his attention, hoping to hook up with him for one of her night club sex romps.
"Hello, Lenn, sir," she obeyed, speaking with a bit of a stutter and slur, her embarrassment and tongue stud stifling her usually strong speech.
"You have really done well for yourself this time, bro," he addressed Jason, but his eyes never left Monique, examining every inch of her exposed flesh. "What are you in the market for today or are you putting her on the market," he lightly laughed. Mokie did not catch his humor, so mortified was she at this very moment.
"Man, we need a lot. This bitch is in need of some serious training items and clothes," he answered, handing Lenn a hand-written list on lined paper.
Lenn opened it and scanned it up and down. He smiled an evil grin, nodding with every deviant item on the list. "No problem," he said, "What we don't have I can easily acquire. This isn't going to be cheap."
"Money is not that big an issue. The slut has assets that must be worth something, right?"
"Oh, right, for certain," Lenn smiled with glee, sending shivers down Mokie's spine.
"Let's go, slut." Jason pushed Mokie in the small of her back, encouraging her to follow Lenn to the back. They walked past several other customers on the way to the private display room. Each customer would have admitted she took their breath away. Monique wanted a hole to open and swallow her up. Her mouth was dry from apprehension.
They made their way towards a dressing room of sorts, only this one was octagonal, with each of the eight walls covered floor to ceiling with mirrors. In the middle was a three-foot wide pedestal about a foot off the ground.
"Strip." A one word command as though giving a directive to his pet bitch.
Mokie could see there was no point in arguing. It never got her anywhere and perhaps if she was cooperative this trip would be over sooner rather than later. Besides, what she was wearing was not much more than being naked.
Once she had stripped and neatly dropped her clothes on the stand, and without being asked, she went to Attention. This was certainly not out of some desire to better display herself, but just to pacify these two men that had this temporary control of her life.
She looked around and saw her image a hundred times, reflected infinitely from all angles.
While she was stripping, Jason and Lenn had ducked behind a curtain. She could not make out their plotting.
