Rich comes to town.
I knew it would not be long after the golf weekend that Rich visited. Turns out I was right.
Bryan had kept his word that he intended to be stricter with me going forward. Bryan gave me new rules and requirements that he expected me to follow. He took over all my bills and paid me an allowance to live on from my own check. he taught me how to budget my allowance to make it last. If I spent it all in a few days I went without until he gave me my next allowance.
I discovered later that he invested all my money and it turned into a sizable investment in the future.
Bryan stopped by my apartment more frequently and without notice. One rule was I was expected to be nude whenever he arrived so I had to adjust and be naked inside my apartment almost 100% of the time. Since I had a ground-floor apartment I had to be sure to keep my shades pulled.
He adjusted my diet to a high protein liquid diet. I always tried to eat well but adjusting to this fuel took some time. It made grocery shopping easy, however. He instructed me on how to keep my hair. He kept my nails short and not colored. I could use clear polish if I so choose. He had previously paid for laser hair removal and had follow-up visits scheduled to ensure I was hairless between my legs.
He ordered all my clothes and told me what to wear to work. Business-friendly unfits for work however the skirts were very short. Heels were a requirement.
We made love frequently. He surprised me with his ability to perform because I knew he was still with Lisa his girlfriend. Making love is a polite way to call it I suppose. Mainly it was servicing him as he chooses. He insisted that I call him ”Sir” even away from work, addressing him as Bryan was no longer allowed.
As he had most of my time accounted for even away from work I had less and less time for friends. When he did allow me to see anyone it was one of the guys he enjoyed allowing to use my mouth. Bryan would instruct me to call one of the guys and for me to offer them a blowjob. No one ever refused.
I found I adjusted and enjoyed his control over me. It worked for me, giving me stability and accountability. He wanted me dependent on him and for him to make all my decisions.
Bryan found this part-time job for me. A company that used to do lingerie shows in bars. He had attended one at a bar he went to where he often took clients too. He found out they were looking for girls and had me apply. I was hired. They worked around my work schedule as most of the shows were after work or on Saturday afternoons for the drive home crowd. I would hustle from work to the assigned bar.
We girls were to sell tickets to these lingerie outfits that we, me and another girl would try on and mingle with the patrons in. We were supposed to wear a nude tight-fitting bodysuit under the lingerie but the rules were not strictly enforced and the tips increased if you did not. The tickets were sold and a winner selected who could choose a matching garment to take home. The company and us girls got an equal split of the proceeds.
Some of the lingerie was very sheer and not wearing the bodysuit well was very apparent. Since many were oversized for me and even the small sizes didn’t fit very well I might as well have been naked. At first, I was uncomfortable but after a few shows I found out how to work the room. A little bending over here or rubbing up against a patron went a long way. Being short, standing next to a patron at the bar all it took was a slight lean forward and that patron could see my nipples and often my hairless smooth vagina. I sold my share of tickets.
Bryan often made appearances at the bar where I was having a show. He would just sit in the back and watch me. We were not allowed to have our boyfriends come to our shows but since he wasn’t really my boyfriend I felt I wasn’t breaking the rules.
This money was accounted for as well. Soon Bryan knew how much I would make at a show and he would encourage me to make more than the baseline that was established. This encouraged me to show off more of my body to make the tips he expected.
Only once did I regret the job. That occurred when I was filling in for a girl at a bar in Mountain View where I grew up. I was sent there on a Saturday afternoon for a show. Unfortunately for me, it was a well-attended show and I was recognized by friends from high school as well as friends of my brothers. The bar had an outdoor area with tables and they played volleyball and other games out there. It was a hot day only made hotter by my humiliation. Some of the same girls that made fun of me in high school for being so undeveloped had the chance to enjoy themselves again at my expense. That group took their time giving me the ticket money and would have me reach for it to get me to bend over so I was on full display.
The worst was when my brother’s good friend saw me. He had been around since I was young and he and my brother were still good friends so I knew this was getting back to the family that raised me. He would try to get me to stay around his table and I could feel his eyes taking in every inch of me. He made sure I came back to his table with each change of lingerie outfit so he could see me. This was one show I had wished I had worn the bodysuit.
One Friday afternoon show was attended by Bryan. He arrived after it started and when I saw who he was with him I knew I was in for it. It was Rich. Rich from the Golf trip adventure. When I saw Rich my knees weakened. At one point the other girl made her way to Bryan’s table and sold tickets. Rich had instructed her to have me go to their table for another sale. I had tried avoiding going to that table. When I did, Rich stared right in my eyes and handed me a fifty. He mentioned he would see me later. I barely heard a word he or Bryan said. My head was spinning and my pussy was on fire.
Bryan had warned me about Rich after the Golf trip. Well, here he was. Strangely I was excited and scared.
When I arrived at my apartment both Bryan and Rich were there already. I walked in and instantly removed my clothes. I stood naked staring at the floor awaiting further instruction from Bryan.
Bryan had me kneel before him. He instructed me that Rich was going to be here for the weekend and that he was staying with me in my apartment. During which time I would treat him as if he was my owner and serve him well. He told me Rich has the freedom to do as he chooses. I did not dare look up from the floor.
On the floor next to Bryan was a leather bag. Bryan told me those were Rich’s things. He told me to go put them away in the bedroom. I jumped up grabbed the bag and walked it into the adjoining room. I looked at the contents of the bag. There was a whip, a leather strap cuffs, gag, and rope among his clothes. I knew I was about to turn another page as Bryan’s property.
