Runway
Chapter 33:
by Arecee

A special delivery package was brought to the office addressed to Brenda Watson, and she knew what it would be, her costume for the evening.

Brenda wondered what she would be wearing. Brenda liked to dress nicely, with class, not like some oversexed bimbo on the make, but she had a feeling Melissa was going to make her do just that.

Brenda opened the box and her worse fears came true. Melissa couldn’t even be original and was going to have her wear a little black dress with the emphasis on little. Maybe this should be called slut wear, Brenda thought with a giggle. The shoes weren’t much better, one look and ‘CFM’ to mind. Melissa had even included the lingerie. If this was the look Melissa wanted, then that was the look she would get, but it might take more than a few minutes to do.

“Melissa, where am I to met your client and at what time?” Brenda asked.

“At his hotel around seven,” she answered.

“I’m going to need some time to get ready. I have someone that can do my makeup for me, but I’ll have to leave now so I can be ready in time.”

“This is important so you can go, just be nice to my client. His name is Preston Kurtz and we do a lot of business with him.”

“I won’t let you down Melissa.”

Brenda returned to her desk and called Ashley.

“Hello,” Ashley said into the phone.

“Ashley, hi, its Brenda, I need a big favor. I have a date tonight and need my hair and makeup done, can you help me?”

“Of course I can. You know my address. Can you come now?”

“I’ll be right there.”

Brenda arrived at Ashley’s apartment and was buzzed in. Ashley opened her door and the two embraced.

“Tell me what you are doing tonight, so I have an idea of what to do with you hair?” Ashley asked.

“I have to go out with a client of Melissa’s. Let me show you the dress I’m supposed to wear and then you’ll see what I need,” Brenda said.

Brenda opened the box and held the dress up for Ashley to see.

“Oh, slut wear. Just exactly what does she want you to do with this client, get him in bed or just look like a whore for him?” Ashley said, in disgust.

“There’s no way he’s going to get me in bed and I don’t want to look like a whore. What can we do?”

“I’ll protect you Brenda, you’ll just look sexy as hell when I’m done. Let’s get you in the shower and wash your hair, I have a lot to do.”

Brenda showered and dried off her body. She put on the lacy black thong panties Melissa had been kind enough to include with the dress and joined Ashley in the kitchen.

“Your hair has grown since the last time I saw you, I can do more with it now. I have to trim a few split ends and then I can set it, you’re going to look hot tonight.”

“Ashley, looking hot is the farthest thing from my mind. Actually looking like a nerd was more of what I had in mind,” Brenda giggled nervously.

Ashley finished setting Brenda’s hair and started on her makeup.

“Let me do your nails first. They’re going to take longer to do than your makeup. I want your hands to be as pretty as your face.”

“Ashley, please don’t over do it. I don’t want this guy to get the wrong idea. When he sees me I want him to think I’m like ice.”

“Oh you will be, fire on ice,” Ashley giggled.

Ashley did both Brenda’s feet and hands with red polish. The color would contrast nicely with the black dress and sandals she was to wear.

“I’m going to give your eyes a smoky look, you know the look that Victoria’s Secret model had. So watch what I do, so you can do it yourself,” Ashley said.

Ashley finished Brenda’s eyes and put on red lipstick and gloss so her lips would shine.

Brenda rolled her sheer nude panty hose up her legs and then lowered her dress down over her head. The dress stopped several inches above mid thigh and the top was cut low enough to expose her cleavage to well below her breasts. She sat and looked at the sandals Melissa had sent for her to wear, the heels were almost five inches tall. There were two long straps attached to the back of the shoes and Brenda was at a loss as to what they were for.

“Ashley, what are these straps for?” she asked.

“They wrap around your calf to hold your sandals on, they’re very sexy,” Ashley said.

“Could you show me please?” Brenda asked.

Ashley slid the sandals on Brenda’s feet and wrapped the straps around her calf and attached the straps together just below her knees.

“There, all done. Time to take a look at yourself princess,” Ashley said.

Brenda stood and almost fell because of the height of her heels. This might take some getting used to, she thought. She slowly walked to the full length mirror and looked at herself.

“Oh my God Ashley, what have you done? I’ll be raped if someone sees me looking like this,” Brenda exclaimed.

“Don’t you like it?”

“God yes I like it, I look so, so hot. Just wearing this is making me want a man, what am I going to do Ashley?”

“Whatever you want, you’re the woman in charge.”

“I feel like I’m naked wearing this, it’s such a turn on. What if my date wants to have sex, what should I do?”

“Have sex if you want or don’t, you’re the woman. Have you had sex with a man yet?” Ashley asked.

“Once,” Brenda blushed as she answered.

“What did you do?”

“I did it with my mouth.”

“Was it hard for you to do?”

“Not really, Danny instructed me and I did what he said to do, I really didn’t do much Danny just moved my head up and down.”

“Did it bother you when he was finished?”

“A little, why?”

“Because the first time is the hardest, but after you’ve done it once the more you do it the easier it is. It doesn’t bother me at all anymore, if I feel like doing it I do it and if I don’t want to I don’t. For me it's no different than a girl going to bed and spreading her legs except that I do it with my mouth. Tell me how you felt after you did it?”

“I didn’t know what to do when he came in my mouth, so I spit it out onto the street. I felt ashamed of myself for letting Danny seduce me so easily and for what I had done.”

“Did you feel at all happy that you had cleared that hurdle so to speak?”

“Now that you mention it I did, after I thought about it for a while.”

“And I guess you discovered that those things don’t bite. I’ll be honest with you Brenda the more of a woman I have become the more I like doing that, it’s my way of having sex with a man. Most guys don’t know I still have my boy bits, so having them screw me is out of the question. Brenda you still have some male thoughts in your head and when you see yourself dressed like this the first thing you think of is sex and your female self wants to please the male thought. This is the most dangerous time for a girl like you, you want to be a woman, but your brain says to be a slut for the male thoughts. The longer you remain this way the more you will think like a woman and react to sex like a woman. When that happens you will look at yourself dressed like this and wonder if your date will be pleased and not how fast I can get him in bed.”

“I’ll try to be good Ashley, really I will.”

“Look Brenda, I’m not saying not to have fun just be careful and if you want to have sex go ahead and do it. You’ll find it really is enjoyable when you are in control and you do what you want, not what the man wants to do to your head.”

“I’ll remember that, thanks.”

“I’ll call a cab for you, where are you going?”

“To the St. Regis. Everything is taking place there, dinner and show and the guy has a room there so at least I don’t have to go outside looking like this. Do you have a jacket I can borrow to get to the cab?”

“I have one that will be perfect, at least your boobs will be covered. Your legs are on their own,” Ashley giggled.

The cab arrived and Brenda left with a promise to take good care of Ashley’s jacket.

Brenda knew her dress was short, but after sitting down in the back of the cab she realized just how short it was. Her entire leg was exposed and the driver was taking full advantage of the view. The taxi arrived at the hotel and the doorman opened the door for Brenda. When she swung her legs out, he was greeted with a view he wouldn’t soon forget. He took Brenda’s hand and helped her to her feet after spotting the incredibly tall heels.

“Thank you,” she said.

“It was my pleasure miss,” he replied.

Brenda clicked her way into the hotel and asked the desk clerk for Preston’s room number.

The clerk phoned his room to inquire as to whether he was expecting a guest.

“He’s expecting you miss, he’s in room 1740,” the clerk said.

Brenda could feel the distain in the clerk’s eyes and realized that they thought she was a whore. So this is how a sexy girl feels she thought.

Brenda rode the elevator to the seventeenth floor, walked to Preston’s room and knocked on the door.

The door opened and a middle aged man smiled at Brenda. It was the smile of a wolf looking at a sheep before a meal.

“Hello, I’m Brenda Watson,” she said, offering her hand.

“I’m pleased to meet you, I’m Preston Kurtz. I must say Melissa wasn’t kidding when she said I would be pleased with you, you’re a doll,” he said.

“Thank you Mr. Kurtz.”

“Call me Preston. May I get you something to drink before we go?”

“No thank you, Preston, I’m fine.”

Preston surveyed the beauty standing in front of him, Melissa finally sent a girl that wasn’t taller than him and this one had curves. All the other girls had been ex-models and would stand as tall as him without the impossibly high heels they wore and they didn’t have much in the figure department. Their faces were pretty, but their figures lacked what Brenda’s offered, nice sized breasts, a curvy ass and drop dead gorgeous legs. Preston had never been turned on by the other girls, but Brenda was different, and he might have to make an exception about sex with this one.

“We might as well be going then, shall we?” he said as he extended his arm.

Brenda knew what was expected and placed her hand on his arm as they walked to the elevator. Holding his arm really didn’t bother her because it helped steady her as she walked on the tottering stilts that made her legs look so good. They were soon seated at a table with five other couples waiting for a convention dinner. Introductions were made around the table and Brenda couldn’t help but feel the stares from both the men and women, the men out of lust and the women from hate. She felt like crawling under the table.

Dinner was served and Preston tried to make Brenda feel more at ease and she was starting to enjoy his company. Preston was a salesman before he became the national sales manager for the firm he worked for and had the reputation of being able to sell ice to an Eskimo in winter. Brenda finally paid attention to Preston and ignored the other guests at the table, figuring that this was part of the business of being an escort. The only person that was important was the client and the rest could go to hell as far as she was concerned.

Dinner was finished and the show began. It was a combination of second tier talent and short business speeches and lasted for two hours. Brenda wondered why people would bother to go to these things without a gun held to their heads.

“Preston, why do people come to these things, they’re terrible?” she asked.

“Several reasons Brenda, one is to be able to go to a city like this and enjoy yourself and use it as a tax deduction and secondly to meet a girl like you. It’s an opportunity for married guys to get away from their wives and have a little tryst.”

“Why Preston, that’s not nice,” Brenda said with a giggle and reached for his hand.

“The show’s over would you like to go have a drink or should we go to my room and have one there?” Preston asked.

Brenda thought of how the evening had gone and the stares she had received and decided she would rather go where she wouldn’t be seen.

“I’d rather go to your room, it’s quieter there,’ Brenda said.

Preston escorted Brenda from the room with the men not believing his incredible luck to be with this girl. Preston was an average looking man of fifty years and looked all of those fifty years. He had a little paunch to show from years of business lunches and there was nothing especially good looking about him. He was just average and yet here he was, holding hands with the most desirable woman in the room. Eyes followed their every move, actually Brenda’s every move hoping that her breasts might fall from her dress or her panties would be exposed with every movement of her legs. Brenda was definitely a walking wet dream.

Preston opened the door to his room and escorted Brenda in and locked the security lock.

“Have a seat Brenda,” he said pointing to the sofa. “I’ll get something for us to drink. What would you like?”

“I’ll have anything with vodka,” she replied.

Preston poured an individual bottle of vodka into a glass of ice and added orange juice and brought it to Brenda.

“Here you are, vitamin C with a kick,” he laughed.

Brenda liked Preston. He was very funny and made her feel at ease with him. She knew Melissa had mentioned no sex and she was happy with that, but she also knew he must have spent a lot of money to date her. After the initial impression when she met him, she wondered if he was going to want to get his monies worth, time would tell.

Preston sat next to Brenda and started to talk about this and that, all the typical sales bullshit and Brenda listened intently and was soon caught up into what he was saying. He had talked her into having sex and she was agreeing with him that she should do it with him, it truly was an ice to the Eskimo thing.

He leaned and kissed Brenda on the lips and his tongue soon penetrated her lips. His hands had easy access to her breasts and were soon inside her dress fondling her nipples. As the fire rose inside of her, Brenda thought about what Ashley had said, the first time was the hardest, and after that it was easy just do it when you want.

Brenda was feeling hot at this moment and felt Preston take her hand and placed it on his tented pants. He was hard and wanted her to take his erection in her hand. She took it and gave it a squeeze and she knew if she continued she would be the whore that came into the hotel.

“Get on the bed,” she whispered.

Preston went to the bed and Brenda undid his pants and underwear and pulled them down enough to allow his erection to spring free. She took it back into her hand and slowly pumped it.

“Oh God, Brenda, that feels so good,” he said.

Brenda laid down on the bed next to him, took his hand and placed it on her breast.

“Rub me,” she ordered.

Preston rubbed Brenda’s breast and then she took him in her mouth, she was doing the work. She felt the tip and let it slide to the back of her throat and caressed the shaft with her tongue. She pulled it out slowly and then let it slide back in as she made love to the penis. Ashley was right, doing it her way was wonderful and it felt good doing this, it was incredibly erotic. She felt Preston grow tense grabbing her breast with intensity, which made her love his member that much more and then she felt him flow into her mouth. She loved the way she felt as the slickness filled her mouth, she sucked for the first time, she wanted this thing in her mouth and she wanted to please it.

It finished spurting the liquid and Brenda pulled the penis from her mouth and went to the bathroom to spit the liquid from her mouth into the sink. Spitting the cum from her mouth woke a new feeling in Brenda, disgust. How could she have let the salesman talk her into giving him a blowjob, that’s what it was, a blowjob. Not orally satisfying the man, but a blowjob. Something a whore gives a man she doesn’t even know, for payment. Brenda filled a glass with water and tried to wash away the disgusting taste in her mouth. As the taste lingered it brought to bare what she had just done, prostituted herself. She wanted to cry.

“I have to go,” she said when she re-entered the room.

“You were fantastic Brenda, I’d like to see you again when I come to town,” Preston said.

Seeing Preston again was the farthest thing from Brenda’s mind at this moment, she just wanted to get out of here. How should I respond to that Brenda wondered, he thinks I’m a whore and he’s a client and if I don’t say the right thing Melissa won’t trust me to re-supply me with drugs.

“You were wonderful too Preston, the best I’ve ever had,” she said with a smile.

“I left a tip in your purse for you, you were worth every penny of it,” he said.

That statement really hit home with Brenda, she was now a paid prostitute and like it or not Melissa would think of her as one. How could I have let this get so far out of hand, she wondered.

“Thank you so much Preston, give me a hug so I can go,” she said.

Preston rose from the bed and Brenda gave him a hug. I can’t believe I’m doing this right now, hugging a man with his pants and underwear around his ankles and a deflated penis hanging free below his shirt. This is a picture my mother would love to see.

Brenda grabbed her purse and was soon out the door. She walked to the elevator, which deposited her in the lobby. Her heels clicked on the marble floor until she reached the carpet, but the noise had caused people to look at her. She was still beautiful to look at and she received her stares, except she thought everyone knew what she had just done, she felt ashamed.

Brenda found a taxi and entered, she felt cheap and looked it too. Brenda gave the driver her address and they were off.

Brenda opened her purse and removed the wad of bills. She counted it and found that her tip was one thousand dollars. Brenda hadn’t noticed the driver watching her.

“Good night tonight, honey?” he asked.

“Mind your own business,” Brenda answered, she wasn’t in any mood to listen to some crap from the driver.

“You know I get lots of requests for girls like you, if you work with me I could hook you up with some real money,” he said.

“You don’t know anything about a girl like me, so why don’t you just shut up and drive,” she responded.

“Suit yourself, I’m just trying to help you out sweetie,” he said.

“You’re trying to help yourself out, and I’m not your sweetie.”

Brenda arrived at her apartment and exited the cab, throwing the fare on the front seat of the cab. She was in no mood to make nice with the driver.

Brenda entered her apartment and thanked heaven that Annie hadn’t seen the way she was dressed. She removed the dress and heels and washed her face clean of any makeup. Her skin was clean and soft, she was a pretty girl even without makeup on, but when she looked at herself in the mirror, she saw her reflection and felt dirty. Her eyes began to fill with tears and the dam broke, she was no longer a sweet girl, she was a whore and felt nothing but distain for herself. How could she have done such a stupid thing, she wondered as she fell on her bed and cried until she found the world of sleep.