The Lesbian Debt (Chapter 22) - Succeeding At Work - Sex Stories

The Lesbian Debt (Chapter 22) - Succeeding At Work

Chapter 22 SUCCEEDING AT WORK Laura caught the bus to the Pretty Titty. It was full, and so she was forced to sit in the middle of the back seat, looking down the aisle. Given that she was wearing a short skirt and no panties she knew she should sit with her knees together but every time she tried she thought "feminist" and flinched, and ended up finding the only way she could be comfortable was with her legs parted. As a result, anyone getting on the bus could see her bare, wet twat, if they looked in the right direction, but thankfully most were just concerned with finding their seat and few noticed her slutty fuckhole on display. At the Pretty Titty, Laura had something to ask Edgar before she got started. Her stripping name was "Kitten Tits" but her collar was encouraging her to use more descriptive words than "tits". She thought she might get away with saying "Kitten Tits" very fast, so the collar thought it was all one word - after all, it presumably didn't shock her for words like "titillation" or "attitude" - but she didn't want to end up being shocked and pissing herself in front of customers if she was wrong or said it too slowly. "Can I have a new name?" she asked Edgar when she got there. "What do you mean?" he asked, distracted by the work he was doing. "Instead of Kitten.... you know," Laura said, blushing. "What, are you too shy to say 'tits' now?" "No, it just doesn't feel like... me," said Laura. Edgar grimaced. "Well, what do you think DOES feel like you?" ...

... Laura had been thinking about this on the bus. She knew they wanted a sexually suggestive name, but if she kept saying the same word for her tits and cunt all night it might expire and she'd get shocked for it. So "Slutmelons" and "Kitten Twat" and "Fuckballoons" were right out. "I thought I might say, 'Hi, I'm Laura, and I'm a slut,'" she said. Edgar made an unhappy face. "I don't get why you don't like 'tits' but you're happy to call yourself a slut, but you can try it today. And I'll think about it. But if I don't like it, you'll call yourself Kitten TIts or stop working here." He looked at Laura's clothes. "That skirt's no good, by the way. You look like a secretary or something. Did you bring something sexier?" Laura blushed. "No." "Then you can work in just your panties today," Edgar said. "Now go get changed." Laura wasn't wearing any panties, but she didn't tell Edgar that. Instead she hurried to the change room. She did have panties WITH her, of course. And while they might be soaked in her cunt juices, they were still preferable to going completely naked. She pulled them out of her bag and looked at them. The most modest pair would have been perfect, but they were the ones she has pissed in, and they still smelled of urine. They were no good. Of the others, one was the string bikini brief that covered nothing, the second had a cut out crotch-window that exposed her twat, the third said "use me" on it, and the fourth was just a tassle that clipped to her labia. They ...