Paris could hardly believe her luck. She’d successfully blackmailed Britney into becoming the new media slut. The only thing left to do was to begin her transformation.
It didn’t take long for Paris to get started. Even though she didn’t really have Lindsay under her thumb like Britney, she was sure she could get her do a few things anyway. “The first thing you two need to do is shave those nasty snatches of yours. Yes, you too Lindsay,” Paris ordered as she motioned them to “get going” with her pointer finger.
Alone in the bathroom, Britney sobbed as she began to shave her pussy clean. When she heard Paris yell for her to come out and show it, she felt tremendous humiliation. Reluctantly, she walked out of the bathroom bottomless to show her friend her shaved pussy. She didn’t mind being naked in front of her friends under normal conditions, but this...this was so humiliating.
Britney tried to cover herself with her hands, but Paris quickly shooed them away.
“Mmmm, nice,” Paris purred as she stared at Britney’s bald pussy, “That’s a great start.”
For some unexplainable reason, standing in front of Paris with nothing on below the waist was having a strange effect on her. Britney was feeling a strange tingling sensation in her loin and it felt like…like…arousal. “This can’t be,” she thought as she tried to shake the impulse. But looking into Paris’ eyes and seeing her staring at her cunt was having a profound effect on her.
“The first thing you’ll do today is have a t-shirt made. It’ll read, “MILF in training”. You’ll wear it with no bra and stroll around town to make sure the paparazzi take lots of pictures. Secondly, you will fire your entire staff except your limo driver. I will have a replacement staff start here tomorrow. In the meantime, I will develop a list of rules for you Britney. Any questions, slut?” Paris asked with a mean smile.
Britney, shocked at the request and even more shocked at being called a slut by her friend replied, “No, no questions.” The thought of firing her staff sickened Britney. They had been so loyal since she’d moved in to her new home in Beverly Hills. Secretly she was thankful she wasn’t ask to replace them all herself. It was a tough job the first time and one she didn’t care to repeat.
“No questions, PARIS,” Paris corrected.
“No, no questions, Paris,” complied Britney.
Britney did as she was told. She bought a special t-shirt and wore it around town without a bra and let the paparazzi take lots of photos. As demeaning as her first task was, there was something strangely liberating about going braless and being photographed. She also found the hoots and catcalls very exhilarating, too.
It didn’t take long for Paris to get started. Even though she didn’t really have Lindsay under her thumb like Britney, she was sure she could get her do a few things anyway. “The first thing you two need to do is shave those nasty snatches of yours. Yes, you too Lindsay,” Paris ordered as she motioned them to “get going” with her pointer finger.
Alone in the bathroom, Britney sobbed as she began to shave her pussy clean. When she heard Paris yell for her to come out and show it, she felt tremendous humiliation. Reluctantly, she walked out of the bathroom bottomless to show her friend her shaved pussy. She didn’t mind being naked in front of her friends under normal conditions, but this...this was so humiliating.
Britney tried to cover herself with her hands, but Paris quickly shooed them away.
“Mmmm, nice,” Paris purred as she stared at Britney’s bald pussy, “That’s a great start.”
For some unexplainable reason, standing in front of Paris with nothing on below the waist was having a strange effect on her. Britney was feeling a strange tingling sensation in her loin and it felt like…like…arousal. “This can’t be,” she thought as she tried to shake the impulse. But looking into Paris’ eyes and seeing her staring at her cunt was having a profound effect on her.
“The first thing you’ll do today is have a t-shirt made. It’ll read, “MILF in training”. You’ll wear it with no bra and stroll around town to make sure the paparazzi take lots of pictures. Secondly, you will fire your entire staff except your limo driver. I will have a replacement staff start here tomorrow. In the meantime, I will develop a list of rules for you Britney. Any questions, slut?” Paris asked with a mean smile.
Britney, shocked at the request and even more shocked at being called a slut by her friend replied, “No, no questions.” The thought of firing her staff sickened Britney. They had been so loyal since she’d moved in to her new home in Beverly Hills. Secretly she was thankful she wasn’t ask to replace them all herself. It was a tough job the first time and one she didn’t care to repeat.
“No questions, PARIS,” Paris corrected.
“No, no questions, Paris,” complied Britney.
Britney did as she was told. She bought a special t-shirt and wore it around town without a bra and let the paparazzi take lots of photos. As demeaning as her first task was, there was something strangely liberating about going braless and being photographed. She also found the hoots and catcalls very exhilarating, too.
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