Eve Quest Part 4

Chapter 16

Monday morning I was told to wear my red panties, bra and ribbon; my white collar, bracelets and heels and a red sleeveless dress. Sheila and Jenny ate breakfast, got dressed and loaded me in the car. They dropped me off in front of the beauty parlor and Jenny said.

"If Hilda finishes today. You should give her a tip."

I went inside with that disgusting thought rolling around in my mind. Hilda carefully inspected my face and made some minor adjustments. She had me remove my dress and panties, lie down on a table and put my heels in stirrups. She always spent several minutes pawing my body to no particular purpose. I felt I had no choice. I had to submit, but it was repulsive.

When she started she worked in silence for fifteen-minute shifts. The job progressed more rapidly and with a lot less trauma to my skin than my previous sessions. She removed my ribbon and worked on my clitty stick and ball sack, but the best I could tell she left the slender patch of hair above my clitty. By noon we were finished and I made my offer.

"Ms. Hilda, I'd like to give you a tip, but I'm not allowed to have money. Could I please service your pussy?"

She seemed to expect the question. She unbuttoned her lab coat and pulled off an enormous pair of panties. She told me to lie on the floor and began the monumental job of getting on her knees. When she finally lowered herself on to me my head was engulfed in white flab, bushy black hair and a rank odor. I wanted to gag, but that would've been a mistake. Instead I began looking for the knobby little key to my freedom. To my delight she had one and I found it. I worked it over with my newly acquired aplomb. Her orgasm shook my entire body. My face and hair were wet with her fluids. My nose was flooded with her aroma.

"Your handler said not to wash your face until you got home." With that instruction she struggled to her feet and left the room.

The woman in the mirror was beautiful, but I felt like a slut. I wanted to be clean. My mistresses and their friends were one thing, but that pig was over the top. Without any options, I set off for home my face painted with shame. The cabby didn't seem to notice my condition nor was he repelled by my odor. He simply took me home and dropped me off.