A story by MicheleNylons (Carmel and Charlotte want theirs.)
From Part VI
"You look gorgeous Michele," Carmel whispers through the bars.
I wondered if she had read my mind when I was standing in front of the mirror admiring myself.
"Well, I have to say you girls are looking something special. Special fetish requests from the punters?" I enquired.
"Well no Michele; there are no more punters tonight; we're closed for business." Carmel responded lighting yet another menthol cigarette and blowing a cloud of blue smoke towards me.
"Thank fuck for that," I breathed with a sigh of relief.
"Now I can get out of these stupid fucking women's clothes and get back to my own cell!" I said, relived that the evening had come to an end.
Carmel and Charlotte stepped into my workroom cell, silently closed the door, and leaned back menacingly against the bars,
"Oh no Michele, you don't understand! We've finished with punters tonight, but WE haven't finished with you!!!"
'Oh no!' I think to myself, 'all the degradation I have had to put with over the last seemingly endless hours, and now, just when I think it's over, these two have come for their pound of flesh!'
I look at the two transvestite hookers who have ominously just stepped into my cell, one is a seductive 'Vampira', the other a sexy slut punk, the shock and bewilderment is obvious on my face and for umpteenth time tonight I started to cry.
"Ok girls; please just get it over with as quickly as possible, and please don't hurt me, I'll do whatever you want but I don't want to get hurt any more," I implore, hoping they will take what they want quickly and then let me go.
"Oh Michele sweetheart," Carmel sighs moving towards me with her arms open, "you poor, silly sweet thing; we aren't here to hurt you; we're here to comfort you after your first night at work. Look!" she says, pointing at Charlotte.
Charlotte is smiling and holding up a bottle of whisky, which she been concealing behind her back.