David to Dee Chapter 2

Just then Gina walked in.

"Let me help with your make up, dear. I want you to look especially slutty tonight."

"I can see that," Dee chuckled, hefting her huge chest adornments, and letting them drop again, thrilling to the feel of thier weight in the bra straps.

"You do love those big ones, don't you," Gina laughed, leaning in to lick her ear.

Dee shivered, and allowed Gina to make her face into the whore of her dreams, with dark thick eyeliner, heavy mascara, blood red lips, and purple eye shadow. Gina poked some insanely large hooped earrings into her ears. She then put the long platinum wig on Dee's head, pinning it into her hair, and brushing it out. Then she went off to finish dinner.

Dee sat there, staring at her face for a long time before getting to work on her nails, careful to get them glued on and painted just right. As they dried, she stood and gaped at her image in the full-length mirror. Her eyes took in a very expensive-looking street whore. The ring in her belly shone in the light. Her hooped earrings dangled. Her long legs encased in the fishnets looked ready to wrap themselves around a man, her heels ready to pound his ass, pulling him into her pussy. Her long white hair set everything off beautifully. Dee was the ultimate slut, and she knew that Gina was going to love this look.

Dee swayed into the kitchen.

"What do you think?"

"Oh my gawd! You look so hot, Dee. I want to fuck you so much right now," Gina exclaimed.

"Um, Gina? What do you have planned for tonight? I'm not gay, you know."

"Of course you aren't love. I just wanted to show off my gorgeous girlfriend to my friends. Don't worry, I won't make you do anything you don't want to do."

"Well, I didn't want to have them over in the first place," Dee whimpered to herself as she tip-toed into the living room, and settled into the overstuffed chair in front of the TV.

The doorbell rang, startling Dee. Her hands were clenching the arms of the velvet chair. She forced herself to take a deep breath, and tried to look nonchalant as she let Gina answer the door.