Chapter 4: The new public face
Abby gets out of the bed and rambles around her side of the room as she gathers supplies. The silicone dildo bounces up and down as she moves around the room. When she returns to Maggie, she sets the supplies on the bed, then removes the dildo.
“First thing, we’re going to make your pussy even more beautiful. Now lay back, Maggie-moo, and let your sister slut take care of you.” Maggie nods, her breath still coming in short gasps as she watches Abby prepare the supplies. Abby sits next to Maggie on the bed and uses a warm wet rag to clean her pubic hair. When she is done, she pats Maggie dry.
Using a pair of scissors, she trims away almost the entire bush of hair. Maggie flinches at the touches on her still-sensitive skin, but Abby is captivated by her work.
She pulls out an electric trimmer and shaves Maggie down, leaving only a perfectly straight landing strip, two inches long and maybe a quarter inch wide. When she is done, she sits back and murmurs, “That’s hot as fuck, baby girl. No one is going to be able to resist that.” She leans down and kisses Maggie’s clit, making Maggie tremble.
“Now some clothes. You’ll just have to wear some of mine until we can shop for you, okay?” Maggie nods, licking her lips nervously.
“I-I trust you, Abby. I want to be as gorgeous as you.”
Abby grins, her eyes gleaming with lust. She stands up and walks over to her dresser, pulling out a skimpy black chemise that barely covers her ass and a pair of thigh-high stockings. She turns back to Maggie, her eyes roaming over her friend's naked body.
“You look so fucking good like that, Maggie. All spread out and ready for me.”
She tosses the clothes onto the bed, her eyes never leaving Maggie's. “Get dressed, baby girl.
I want to see you in my clothes,” Abby commands, her voice thick with desire.
Maggie nods eagerly, her body still tingling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She slips on the black chemise, the fabric thin and silky against her skin. It barely covers her ass, and she can feel the cool air on her freshly shaved pussy as she walks to the mirror. She turns to look at herself, her eyes widening as she takes in her reflection. She looks different, more confident, more sexual.
Abby comes up behind her, her hands wrapping around Maggie's waist.
She looks at their reflection in the mirror, her eyes dark with desire. "Fuck, Maggie," she murmurs, her voice thick with lust. "You look incredible. Like a fucking sex goddess." Maggie blushes, her eyes locked onto Abby's in the mirror. She can feel Abby's breath on her neck, see the desire in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible. Abby's hands move up, cupping Maggie's breasts through the thin fabric of the chemise. She groans, her mouth lingering on Maggie’s neck as she feels Maggie's nipples harden under her touch.
Maggie bathes in Abby’s touch then sits on the bed and rolls the stockings on. Abby watches then leans into Maggie’s ear.
"You have no idea how fucking hot you look in my clothes, baby girl. I want to take that chemise off and fuck you hard. But that’ll happen later. Now it’s time to do your hair.”
Maggie looks up at her, eyes wide. “My hair?”
“Yeah, baby girl. You’re getting the full treatment. We’re going to make you ready for anything.”
Maggie nods, her hands going to her hair. She can’t believe how much has changed in just a few hours. She’s always been so quiet, so reserved. But with Abby, she feels like she can do anything. She wants to do anything.
Abby sits on the edge of the bed and pulls Maggie into her lap. She brushes Maggie’s hair into a high ponytail, then puts a band around it. “This’ll do for now, but after it grows out, we’ll do something different.” She lifts the ponytail and bites the back of Maggie’s neck. “So fucking hot…” She whispers against Maggie’s skin, running her hand down Maggie’s front, across the fabric of the chemise she’s wearing, down to her neatly trimmed pussy. She palms it, feeling the heat and wetness through the thin fabric. Maggie lets out a soft moan, pushing her hips against Abby’s hand.
“You’re such a fucking slut, aren’t you, Maggie?” Abby says, her voice low and dirty. “You love having my clothes on your body, don’t you? You’re gonna fucking love all eyes on you, aren’t you?”
Abby growls, her hand gripping Maggie’s hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh. Maggie nods eagerly, her body still tingling from Abby’s touch. Her mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. She never thought she’d enjoy being called a slut, but with Abby, it feels right. It feels like a compliment.
“Fuck yeah, Abby,” she whispers, her voice thick with desire. “I want everyone to see me like this.I want them to know what I am,” Maggie says.
“Fuck yes, you do, baby girl. And they will. Not just see, but taste and feel,” Abby growls, her fingers sliding back up to Maggie’s pussy, teasing her through the thin fabric of the chemise.
Maggie shudders, her hips pressing into Abby’s hand. “Fuck, Abby. Please. I need… I need it,” she begs, her voice ragged with desire.
“Later, sister slut. Time for makeup and then I get dressed.” Abby pats Maggie’s pussy then turns Maggie to face her. Abby moves deftly, highlighting Maggie’s cheekbones and accentuating her eyes. Finally she applies a thick line of bright red lipstick.
“There, you look fucking stunning, Maggie,” Abby says, stepping back to admire her work.
Maggie smiles at Abby in the mirror, her reflection looking back at her with wide, bright eyes. She feels a thrill of excitement and nervousness churning in her stomach. She's never looked like this before, never felt like this before.
“Thank you, Abby,” she says, her voice soft. “You make me feel beautiful.”
Abby grins, her eyes gleaming with lust. “You are beautiful, baby girl. Absolutely fucking gorgeous.
Now, let's see how you look in these heels." Abby reaches into her closet and pulls out a pair of tall, black stiletto heels. She hands them to Maggie, who slips her feet into them with ease.
Abby whistles appreciatively, her eyes roaming over Maggie's body. "Fuck, Maggie. You look like a fucking dream. A fucking goddess. I can't wait to parade you around like this. Show you off to the world."
Maggie blushes at the compliment, her eyes shining with excitement. "I can't wait."
Abby grins, her eyes dark with lust. "Good. Now, let's test out those heels," Abby says, her voice a low purr. She grabs Maggie's hand and leads her to the middle of the room. Maggie stands there, her body trembling with anticipation.
Abby walks around her, her eyes roaming over Maggie's body, taking in every inch of her. She reaches out, her fingers tracing the curve of Maggie's ass, making her shiver. "You look so fucking good, baby girl. I want to see you walk for me. Show me how those heels make you move."
Maggie takes a deep breath and starts to walk, her hips swaying with each step.
She can feel the heels making her legs look longer, her ass more pronounced. She feels sexy, powerful. She looks over at Abby, who is watching her with a hungry look in her eyes.
"Fuck, Maggie," Abby growls, her voice thick with lust. "You look so fucking hot in those heels. You're a fucking sight to behold."
Maggie smiles, her confidence growing with each step. She leans back against the wall, her hands running over her body, tracing the curves of her hips, her breasts. She looks at Abby, her eyes dark with desire.
"What do you want me to do, Abby?" Maggie asks, her voice a soft purr. Abby smirks, her eyes never leaving Maggie's body.
“Nothing yet baby girl. Let me get dressed, and we’ll go down the main strip to get some food. And then play it by ear.” Abby pets Maggie’s cheek and turns away to make herself ready.
Maggie watches as Abby pulls on skintight leather pants and a low-cut black top that barely conceals her nipples. She slips her feet into a pair of knee-high boots and turns to face Maggie, her eyes roaming over her friend’s body with a hungry look.
“Fuck, Maggie,” Abby growls, her voice thick with lust. “You look so fucking hot like that. I want to eat you alive.”
Maggie shivers, her body responding to the raw desire in Abby’s voice. “I’m yours, Abby,” she whispers.
“All yours.”
Abby grins, her eyes darkening with lust. “Good girl. Now, let’s go have some fun.”
They walk out onto the main strip, hand in hand. People are stopping to look at the both of them, and at first Maggie feels self-conscious. Abby leans into her and whispers, “I’m going to make you come so hard when we get back…”. And magically, Maggie is no longer nervous.
She throws her head back, laughing at the catcalling and whistling, her eyes sparkling with exhilaration and defiance. Abby grins, her hand tightening around Maggie's. "That's my girl," she murmurs, her eyes scanning the crowd, looking for something… or someone.
They find a table at a quiet bar, a place where the music is low and the lights are dim. Maggie feels eyes on her, but she doesn't care. She feels alive, vibrant, her skin tingling with anticipation. She feels like a goddess, like a queen of this filthy, sinful world.
Abby's hand tightens on hers, and she knows that tonight is just the beginning of her journey into the dark, sexy world of desire and debauchery.
The bartender comes over, his eyes lingering on Maggie's chest, and she can't help but feel a thrill of power. She knows she looks good, knows that she's the most beautiful woman in the room. "What can I get you ladies?" he asks, his voice thick with lust.
Abby leans back in her chair, her eyes roaming over the bartender. "I'll have a whiskey, neat.
And my friend here will have a…" Abby pauses, her eyes locked onto Maggie's as she waits for her to speak.
Maggie swallows hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She wants to say something bold, something sexy. Something like, "I'll have whatever you're having, big boy," or "I'll have a fuck-me-hard-and-fast, please." But the words stick in her throat, and she just manages to whisper, "I'll have a vodka tonic, please."
The bartender smirks, his eyes lingering on her tits.
"Coming right up, sweetheart," he says, before turning to grab their drinks.
Maggie watches him walk away, feeling a strange mix of nervousness and excitement. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.
Abby leans in close, her lips brushing against Maggie's ear. "You're doing great, baby girl. Just relax and enjoy the ride."
Maggie nods, taking a sip of her drink to steady her nerves. She watches as the bartender returns with their drinks, his eyes never leaving her body. He slides the glasses across the bar, his fingers brushing against hers as she takes hers.
Maggie feels a jolt of electricity at the contact, and she looks up at him, meeting his gaze. He smirks, and she can see the desire in his eyes. She takes a sip of her drink, her heart pounding in her chest.
Abby leans back in her chair, her legs splayed open, giving the bartender a clear view of her leather-covered crotch. Maggie watches him, her breath hitching as she sees the bulge in his pants grow larger. She shifts in her seat, her own pussy throbbing with desire.
Before the bartender can say anything more, three young men sit at the table. The lithe blonde boy looks back and forth between them. Clearly the ringleader, he says, “I haven’t seen you two here before. I’m Ethan.” The boy extends his hand to Maggie.
“Maggie,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper as she takes his hand. Abby winks at her. “And I’m Abby. It’s nice to meet you, Ethan.”
“And these are my friends, Oliver and Lucas,” Ethan said, gesturing to the two boys sitting next to him.
Maggie nodded politely to them, feeling her heart race as their eyes lingered on her body.
She could feel their gazes roaming over her, taking in her revealing outfit, her legs, her chest. She felt a thrill of power and excitement, her pussy throbbing with desire.
Abby leans towards Maggie and whispers, “Relax, baby slut. You own the room.” Maggie turns to look at her and Abby gives her a soft kiss, raising the eyebrows of the men at the table, the bartender, and a number of the crowd, exciting members of both sexes.
Maggie blushes but feels braver now, so much more confident than before. She feels like she can take on the world. She's suddenly a different Maggie.
Ethan speaks up. "You girls seem to be having fun. Would you like to join us? My friends and I could use some company."
Abby looks at Maggie for a moment and then turns to Ethan. "Sure, why not? But only if you promise to behave."
Ethan grins, an impish twinkle in his crystal blue eyes. "I can't promise anything," he says, waggling his eyebrows. "But I can promise you a good time."
Abby laughs, leaning back in her chair. "Well, that's all we can ask for, isn't it, Maggie?" she says, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
Maggie feels a thrill of excitement run through her, her heart pounding in her chest. "Sure, why not," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ethan grins, standing up and holding out his hand to Maggie. "Come on, gorgeous. Let's go have some fun."
Maggie takes his hand, her eyes meeting his, and she can see the hunger in his gaze.
She feels a surge of power, knowing that she has that effect on him. She stands up, her legs wobbling slightly as she adjusts to the heels, and follows Ethan to a quiet booth in the corner of the bar. Abby slides in next to her, her leg brushing against Maggie's under the table. Maggie can feel the heat radiating off her friend, and she knows that Abby is just as turned on as she is.
Ethan’s friends, Oliver and Lucas, join them, but Maggie can barely focus on them. She's too aware of the heat between her legs, the way her nipples are hard and aching against the thin fabric of her chemise.
She can feel the weight of their gazes on her, can feel the heat and desire radiating off of them. She knows that tonight, she's going to do things she's never done before. She's going to explore parts of herself that she didn't even know existed. And she's terrified and excited all at the same time.
Ethan slides into the booth next to her, his thigh pressing against hers. She can feel the heat of his skin through the fabric of his jeans, and she shivers. He leans in close, his hand resting on her thigh, his fingers tracing circles on her skin.
"You know, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," he says, his voice low and husky. "I can't stop thinking about what you look like under that little dress." He squeezes Maggie’s thigh, and his eyes light up when he discovers she’s not wearing any panties.
Abby is already making out with Oliver, and Lucas leaves the two couples at the table, a literal third wheel.
Maggie feels Ethan’s hand slide further up her thigh, his fingers brushing against the edge of her chemise. She shivers and looks into his eyes, seeing the raw desire and lust there. She’s never seen a man look at her like that before.
“You want to get out of here?” Ethan asks, his voice a low growl. Maggie nods, her heart pounding in her chest. She can feel the heat of his body next to hers, can feel the way his leg is pressing against hers under the table. She wants him, badly. She wants him to touch her, to taste her, to fuck her.
She wants him to make her feel every filthy, forbidden thing she's ever fantasized about. She wants him to leave his mark on her, to make her his.
Ethan grins, a wicked, hungry look flashing in his eyes. "Let me take care of you," he growls, his voice thick with desire. He takes her hand, and she lets him lead her out of the bar, her heart pounding in her chest. Out on the street, the cool night air hits her skin, making her nipples harden even more under the thin fabric of her chemise.
Abby calls out to them, and she and Oliver catch up in the parking lot. “Maggie’s new in town. Let’s not get separated, okay?” Ethan grudgingly nods, and the four of them head into a dance club.
It’s dark and loud, the strobe lights flashing in time with the heavy bass. They find a quiet corner near the bar and order drinks. Maggie feels Ethan’s hand on the small of her back, guiding her. She leans into him, feeling his body heat through his clothes. She can smell his cologne, a musky scent that makes her head spin.
Abby and Oliver are already dancing, their bodies pressed tightly together. Maggie watches them, feeling a pang of jealousy. She wants that, wants to feel a strong body pressed against hers, wants to lose herself in the music and the heat of another person.
She turns to Ethan, her eyes dark with desire. "Dance with me," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ethan grins, his eyes never leaving hers as he takes her hand and leads her to the dance floor. The music is loud, the bass thumping through her body, making her heart pound in time with the beat. Ethan pulls her close, his hands on her hips, his body pressing against hers. Maggie can feel the hardness of his cock through his jeans, can feel the way her body responds to his touch.
She leans into him, her hands on his chest, her hips moving in time with his. Then Ethan turns her and grinds his cock against her ass as his hands slide up her body and squeeze her breasts through her chemise. She groans and closes her eyes, and when she opens them again, she’s looking at Abby being touched in the same way. Abby makes sure Maggie is watching and slowly licks her lips.
She kneads her breasts through her top and then bends to whisper in Oliver’s ear. Then she turns to Maggie and licks her lips once more, smiling as she feels Oliver’s hand on her ass. She reaches back and guides his hand to her pussy, helping him rub her through her leather pants until she’s moaning with pleasure.
Maggie feels a thrill run through her body as she watches Abby and Oliver. She’s never seen anything like this before, never felt this kind of heat. She turns her attention back to Ethan, her body still pressing against his. She can feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing into her back. She reaches back and strokes his length through his pants, and it’s Ethan’s turn to groan.
He turns her to face him, his mouth crashing down on hers. It’s a hungry, desperate kiss, filled with pent-up lust and need. Maggie melts into him, her hands gripping his shirt as she kisses him back just as fiercely.
Ethan’s hands roam over her body, slipping under her chemise and running over her skin. Maggie shivers at his touch, her body aching with desire. She pushes him, wanting more, needing more. And then she feels his finger teasing her soaking slit.
She is so wet and ready, her mind spinning with lust. She looks up at Ethan, her eyes wide and filled with desire.
“Fuck, Ethan, that feels so good,” she gasps.
“You like that, don’t you, Maggie?” he growls, his voice thick with lust. “You like my finger sliding in and out of your pretty little pussy?”
Maggie moans, her hips bucking against his hand. “Yes, yes, I do. I love it,” she cries out.
He slips another finger inside her, stretching her, filling her.
Maggie throws her head back, her eyes closed as she rides his hand. The music and the crowd fade away, and there’s only Ethan and the delicious sensation of his fingers moving inside her.
“You’re so fucking tight, Maggie,” Ethan growls, his voice low and husky in her ear. “I can’t wait to feel this pussy wrapped around my cock.”
Maggie moans, her hips moving faster, her pussy clenching around his fingers. She’s so close, her body tensing as she chases her orgasm. Ethan leans down, his lips brushing against her ear.
“Come for me, Maggie. I want to feel you come all over my hand.”
His words send her over the edge. She cries out, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over her. Ethan holds her tightly, his fingers still buried deep inside her as she rides out her orgasm.
As Maggie comes down from her high, she realizes that they’re still on the dance floor, surrounded by people. She turns to find Abby again and finds her giving Maggie applause.
She’s never been so exposed, so vulnerable, but she also feels a thrill of exhilaration. Ethan pulls her close, his cock still hard and ready against her. "You are amazing," he whispers in her ear, his hand still under her chemise, playing with her wet pussy.
Maggie smiles, leaning into him. "Take me and Abby to your place.” Ethan grabs her hand and pulls her from the dance floor. He pauses to convince Oliver, and the four of them pile into a car and head to the young men’s apartment.