SWEET SEX SLAVES

By SUSAN SWEET

"Now you're ready to go home, Debbie," she said.

"Go home? Like this? I thought I would be able to wear my clothes home. I can't go home like this!"

"Those are your clothes, Debbie, Dear," she said, spraying me with more perfume.

"But it's almost a mile to my house! Someone is bound to see me!"

Joyce took me by the hand and led me to the front door.

"That's the general idea, Debbie, Honey, people have been viewing you as a pretty girl all day, but I want you to experience the reality of being viewed as a sex object too."

Joyce opened her door and shoved me out onto the front porch.

"You have a nice walk home, Debbie. I now consider our bet paid off."

She shut her door and I was alone on the porch. I stood for a few minutes in indecision. I felt ridiculous. I knew that in this outfit I looked like I had just stepped out of some sort of brothel. I knew that Joyce wasn't about to let me back in, so I walked down her walkway to the street.

My house was a mile away, or roughly eighteen blocks. I figured that the faster I got there, the sooner this bizarre experience would be over, so I hurried along as fast as my high heels would let me. It was about three o'clock in the morning and there were not too many cars on the streets. After I had gone about five blocks, a white van drove past me slowly, but seemed to pay no attention to me. After another block, a four door sedan passed me going in the opposite direction. It was filled with teenaged boys and they turned around and paced me as I hurried along, my petticoat making a sort of swishing sound as I walked.

"Hey, Doll!" shouted one of the boys, "how would you like to come and have a nice ride with us?"

"Ready for bed, Sweetie pie?"

"How much for a good blow job?"

"Where you goin' in such a hurry, cutie?"

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