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The Lesbian Debt (Chapter 15) - Job Interview

Date: 2/20/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blackmail, Domination/submission, Female/Female, Humiliation, Job/Place-of-work, Lesbian, Mind Control, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: All These Roadworks, Rating: 81.6, Source: sexstories.com

"I'll tell you anyway," said David. "I own the Pretty Titty Club. It's a strip club. I want you to work there." "As a stripper?" Laura said. This was awful - she couldn't be a stripper! She was acutely aware of the warm, wet puddle she was sitting in, though, and just wanted this to be over. "No, stripping requires talent. You have to be able to dance and be reasonably fit. I'm not sure you're good enough to be a stripper." Laura felt offended, but said nothing. "I think you'd make a good drinks girl, though. You just have to wander around, ask the customers for orders, and bring them their drinks." Waitressing? Laura could do that. More to the point, she knew that with these piss-wet clothes she wouldn't be looking for any more work today, and she had to get started earning more money to pay her blackmailer's demands. This was the only job offer she'd had all day. "I can do that," she said, hopefully. David looked down at her with an amused smile. "It's topless waitressing, Laura. You'd need to keep your tits on display, just like this. And you'd need to start tonight. Can you do that?" Laura didn't want to. It was prostitution by degrees. It might not be as bad as stripping, but it was still selling her body to men, even if what she was selling was only the right to ogle her boobs. But... did she have any choices? "I'd need to be able to keep wearing my.... special bra, for tonight," said Laura hesitantly. "I think our customers might like that even more," said David. "Do ... you want the job?" "Yes," said Laura, defeated. ==== Erica picked Laura up after the interview, responding to a summons on Laura's phone. She pulled up near to the supermarket, and Laura scurried out of the alleyway where she had been hiding, her skirt visibly wet with piss and piss-streaks running down her legs. She got into the car and felt her damp clothes squelch against the leather of the seat. Erica looked at Laura, curious. "What's wrong, baby?" she asked. "What happened?" "Nothing," said Laura. She was furious. Furious with herself for wetting herself in public, for going out with this painful chain on her milkbags, for agreeing to become a stripper. She hated herself and her life and was on the verge of tears. Erica caught an edge in Laura's voice, and they drove home in silence. The whole drive, Laura couldn't take her mind off her humiliation and degradation. She had never thought she could or would do these things - deliberately hurting her fuckhandles for the pleasure of an anonymous abuser; agreeing to bare her rapemelons for money, urinating in front of a stranger. It was awful. And as she looked across at Erica, and realised Erica had had a relaxing morning at home while Laura had been doing those things, she felt herself getting angry at Erica too. She stared at the pretty bitch in the driver's seat and got more and more furious. This was Erica's fault. If Erica would just make more money at work Laura wouldn't need to be doing this. By the time they got home ...