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Why Me? Part 3
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Why me? Part 3
By Zoned
Walking in heels takes practice and I quickly learned that
lesson. As Ruth pulled me out the door of the apartment by the
hand and started down the hall, I was stumbling along behind.
Realizing how I was dressed and not wanting people to realize I
was a guy in a dress, I started concentrating on just walking in
these heels, suddenly very thankful that the high heels Diane had
brought were too small. By the time we got to the elevator, I
had started to get the awkwardness out of my step but still
wasn't used to walking in these things. When Ruth walked past
the elevator and opened the door to the stairs, I started to
object. What stopped me was the elevator door opening and two
guys coming out. There eyes ran up and down my body as they came
by me and headed to the end of the hall. Ruth giggled and said,
"There you go Billy, you passed the first test" and gently pulled
me through the door to the stairs.
Walking on stairs with heels for the first time was a challenge
but by the time we got to the ground floor, (the apartment was on
the third floor), I had gotten the hang of that two. As we
walked to Diane's car, an older model big Thunderbird, I was
walking on steadier feet but my calves started to bother me.
Diane unlocked and opened the Passenger door and I entered with
Ruth sitting beside, sandwiched between the two sisters. As
Diane started the car, I looked at Ruth and asked, "How long is
this going to go on?" and she replied, "Well, if you do whatever
we say for the weekend, then we'll just use you from time to
time". The use of the words, "use you", bothered me but I
thought better than to ask anything else, just hang on for the
next two days and I'd be out of this situation for the time
being. As Diane headed for the city, Washington DC, she placed
her right hand on my thigh and rubbed it back and forth saying,
"I think I like you with shaved legs and nylons Billy, maybe I'll
give you a little 'treat' later on".
As we crossed the DC line, in one of the seedier parts of town,
Diane pulled up to the curb in front of a liquor store. She
turned to me and said, "Would you be a sweetie and go get me a
pack of Salem Lights?". I looked at her with a 'Are you
serious?' look and Ruth spoke saying, "Sure she will, and I'll go
with her" as she opened the door and stood on the sidewalk
waiting for me to get out. I didn't want to get out of the car
until Ruth said, "Come on Billy, every second you wait will cost
you a button on that dress. One....two.....three...four...". She
quit counting as I got out of the car and stood on the sidewalk
with her. Ruth said that she liked even numbers so I would
unbutton two buttons on top and two on the bottom. I just kept
thinking, 'make it through the weekend Bill and you'll be home
free' as I unbuttoned two buttons on the top of my dress,
revealing a little cleavage and two buttons on the bottom
revealing more of my 'manly' legs.
Diane called out, "Here you go" and I looked around and saw her
holding out her hand. I bent over inside the open door of the
car to get the money, a roll of fifty nickels, from her. As I
was bent over to get the money, Diane said "Hold out both of your
hands" which I did as she broke open the roll of nickels into my
hands. As the nickels started to fall into my hands about six of
them fell on the front seat floor so I bent further to retrieve
them. The sounds from behind me of "Oh baby","Flash that ass
honey", "You can sit on my face anytime Sweetthing" made me
suddenly remember how I was dressed and the position I was in. I
quickly sat in the passenger seat and closed the door and started
to collect the nickels on the floor. Ruth started, "One...Two..
to kneel to get the nickels, Ruth said, "Wait a minute honey,
three more buttons".
I looked over at the liquor store and there were three black men
standing in front with shit eating grins on there faces. They
had obviously been the ones "catcalling" earlier and equally
obviously had just heard Ruth's command. I looked down at my
body and decided to unbutton two buttons on top and one on the
bottom. After completing the "debuttoning" operation, I looked
down and saw that the cleavage between my breasts was very
obvious, but the gap at the bottom of the dress still hid the top
of the stockings and the garter belt straps. As I knelt down to
recover the rest of the nickels, the three men started in on me,
"Come on honey, unbutton them all", "Come on Sweetheart, come on
over here, I'll give you something to unbutton and unzip". After
collecting all the nickels, I started to head towards the liquor
store but one of the three men, the youngest and biggest, stepped
in front of me saying, "What, you don't want any of this nigger
cock, bitch. You to good for us?". Ruthie whispered in my ear,
"Tell them that you'll take care of them after you get what you
need in the store, in you natural voice". I froze while the man
in front of me started to move his right hand towards my breath.
Not knowing what kind of reaction I would get out of this man
when he found out that I was really a guy but saw little choice.
I guess I was getting used to my submissive roll and said, "I'll
take care of you after I get what I need, Ok?" to the man.
The man stepped back with eyes wide and started laughing saying,
"It's a fucking faggot, jesus christ, a faggot dressed up like a
bitch, with tits and everything". His two friends were laughing
with him and with their distraction, I walked into the liquor
store with Ruth right behind me. As I walked to the counter, the
black man behind the counter asked, "An what can I get for you
ladies, directions maybe because we don't see fine stuff like you
around these parts much". By now, I knew what was expected of me
in Ruth's humiliation campaign and said it my normal male voice,
"I would like a pack of Salem Lights, please". The clerk behind
the counter looked amazed as he looked back and forth from the
breasts to my face saying, "Well I'll be damned, the finest
looking 'it' I've ever seen". An obese black man walked up from
the back of the store laughing and saying in a deep voice, "We
got ourselves a couple of faggots here Jerome?, think your place
is going to get a bad reputation here". As he approached us, he
took his right hand and grabbed Ruth between the legs and laughed
as he came up to me and did the same, I couldn't do much with
both hands full of nickels, saying, "Well, make that one faggot
Jerome, the other one seems to be an innie, hahahahaha, think we
ought to teach this 'thing' a lesson about lowering our property
values? hahahahahaha". The clerk behind the counter placed a
pack of Salem Lights on the counter and looked at the obese man
saying, "Lay off Clyde, customers are customers" and looked at me
saying "Two fifty" while he shook his head looking at my
'breasts'. I put the nickels on the counter and started counting
them out to 'Jerome' when he said, "I trust you, get on outta
here before you cause me some trouble".
With that, I grabbed the pack of cigarettes and headed for the
door. As we left the store, with laughter behind us, I headed
directly for the car. As I got to the door, the young guy said
to me, "I thought you were going to take care of me when you got
out, Faggie boy". I stopped with my hand on the door handle and
looked at Ruth, who was standing beside me. She looked at the
three men standing 8 feet away and back at me and seemed to
hesitate, deciding whether or not I would have to 'take care' of
the young guy. After three glances at me and the black man, Ruth
finally said, "Get in the car Billy". As I opened the door, the
three men started laughing with the young one saying, "You don't
know what your missing, faggie boy, I'd have given you a belly
full, hahahahahahaha". I opened the car door and got in the car
with Ruth right behind me. Diane was giggling as she put the car
in gear and pulled away from the curb.
As I sat in the car, I looked down at my 'breasts' and could
easily see why the men in the store were fooled, they looked
quite natural and maybe too exposed but I didn't dare ask Ruth if
I could button a button back up, they were fake anyway so why was
I so self conscious. As we traveled down the street, Ruth asked,
"We found a Mastercharge in your wallet with your picture on it,
how does a college student like you with no job get a credit
card?". I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Dad got it for me to
take care of college expenses, he said it was easier than a
checking account". Ruth laughed as Diane continued to drive
toward downtown.
I wondered where we were going as we drove for about 20 minutes,
through the museums and the mall and into Georgetown. Diane
finally stopped the car and backed into a curbside parking space.
Ruth opened the door and I got out behind her. She said, "Your
forgetting your purse Sweetie" and I reached back in a retrieved
it. Diane joined us on the sidewalk and we walked about a half
block to what appeared to be a small clothing shop. We entered
and an older lady came to Ruth and gave her a small hug saying,
"Ah, Ruthie, I haven't seen you in a while".
As I looked around, I noticed that there were other 'ladies'
showing off outfits to other women but on closer examination, saw
that they all looked masculine in nature. It didn't take long to
figure out that this was a specialty shop of some type catering
to a 'different' type of clientele. I was led over to a shoe
rack and gently pushed down into a seat by Ruth. A young man
came to me and removed my right shoe and started measuring my
stockinged foot. Then he went into the back and returned with a
pair of red open-toed high heel shoes and tried the right one on
my foot. He then removed my left shoe and replace it with other
one in the box. Ruth said, "Well, get up and see if they fit".
The heels on these shoes were high, like four inches, and when I
stood I had to hold onto the back of my seat to stay up. "Walk
around" came the command from Ruth and I tried to walk in the
high heels. After about 20 steps, I started to get the hang of
it but walking on my tippy toes was anything but comfortable.
The older lady then returned and started taking measurements of
my waist, bust and hips and walked to a rack in the back of the
store returning with a white two piece leather dress that looked
very short. "Try this on" she said and pointed towards the
dressing rooms in the back of the shop.
I removed the mid thigh dress I had on and slipped into the
skirt. It was tight around my hips, but after sucking my gut in
just a little, I could get it to buckle. The dress had a zipper
on the side that began at the top, right below the top of the
dress and went down to the hem. I zipped it down and looked in
the mirror. The skirt was very short with the hem coming just
below my crotch and very tight. I had to unbutton and unzip the
skirt to readjust my garter belt and stockings so they would
remain hidden from view and then put the skirt back on. With the
high heel shoes, I appeared to of suddenly acquired an ass which
the skirt seemed to accent. The top was also leather and had
four buttons at the bottom, with a very low cut and tight fit.
After dressing, I left the dressing room to return to the ladies.
As I entered the room, Ruth nodded her head and with her hand
indicated that I turn around. After turning two times, a very
difficult task in high heels by the way, Ruth said that she
thought that would do. She instructed me to pay the lady and I
looked at Ruth with a questioning look. "With the credit card
sweetie" and I thought about how I would explain this to my
parents. I reached into my purse and there was the wallet from
my pants. I pulled out the credit card and walked to the
counter. The bill came to $118 but I just wanted to get out of
this shop and this scene and get back to normal so I didn't
complain. Diane came walking up from the dressing rooms with the
dress I had worn in while Ruth used a pair of scissors from the
cashier to cut the tags off of my new outfit. Ruth walked over
and gave the sales lady a hug and looked back at me and Diane and
said, "Let's go".
We walked out to the car and I occasionally held onto Diane's
shoulder because of the high heels. My legs were wobbly, like
when I started ice skating, and without Diane's shoulder, I doubt
I could have stayed up. Once I got it into my mind to walk on
the balls my feet instead of the whole foot, the walking did get
easier but took alot of concentration. As we got back to the
car, Diane unlocked the passenger door first and I looked at Ruth
with a questioning face. She replied, "Very good, slut, you can
get in". I entered the car and Ruth got in beside me. Diane got
in the drivers seat and started driving. I guess I had ignored
my cock, or 'clit' as Ruth referred to it, for the past hours, it
being shoved up underneath the G-string and now started to react
to me being almost naked in the leather outfit. I don't know
whether it was the humiliation or the feel of the leather against
my ass as I sat down in the car seat, but something was starting
to arouse me. As we drove out of Georgetown and into northwest
DC I began to move around in my seat to get comfortable, but this
movement just seemed to excite me more and my cock was starting
to strain as it hardened.
Ruth looked past me at Diane and said, "We haven't had lunch yet
and it's past 1:00, pull into this McDonald's up here". As Diane
pulled into the McDonald's, we all got out of the car and I took
a few steps holding onto the car before I got my 'heels' legs
back. We went into the McDonald's and I thought of an
opportunity to take care of my hardening cock. I looked at Ruth
and said, "Mistress Ruth, could I go to the bathroom, I have to
pee". Ruth smiled and said, "Yes Billy, go to the Men's room and
use the urinal. Before you do, unsnap and drop the dress to your
ankles, it's leather and doesn't stain very easy". I hadn't even
thought of which bathroom to use and I didn't really have to use
the bathroom for it's conventional purposes anyway so I said,
"Well, maybe I don't have to go as bad as I thought". Ruth
laughed again and said, "I don't care if you 'have' to go or not,
do as I instructed". I steadied my heels legs and headed for the
bathroom. The McDonald's was rather empty at this time so I
thought that maybe I could get away with this in private. I
entered the Men's room with challenge and was very happy to see
that no one else was in there at the time.
As the door closed, I looked around. The Men's room had two
urinals and two stalls. My mind said that Ruth or Diane wouldn't
come in here so I headed for one of the stalls. As I pushed the
door to the stall open to enter, I heard a male voice behind me
saying, "The lady out there told me to make sure you used the
urinal". I looked to my left and saw a large, about 350 pound,
man standing at the door to the bathroom looking up and down my
body. I thought that there is no way I was going to let this fat
slob see me in my G-string so I headed for the door to the
bathroom. Mr. Tubbo blocked my exit and repeated, "The lady out
there told me to make sure you used the urinal". Well, it became
immediately obvious that I wasn't going to get past this guy so I
guess I went into some kind of shock and walked over to the
urinal and unzipped the leather skirt. I looked over my shoulder
and saw the man standing with his back against the wall smiling
at me. I unbuckled the skirt and pushed it over my 'hips', what
there were of hips anyway and let it fall to my ankles. I looked
back over my shoulder at the mirrors over the sinks behind me and
saw what the man was seeing, red garter belt attached to pink
stockings and the faintest hint of pink panties at the top of the
crack of my ass. My ass was fully exposed and moving my eyes to
the large man, I saw the his smile had turned to a grin. I
pulled down the front of my G-string and 'fished' out my three
quarters hard cock and pointed it at the urinal, thinking, 'Why
me?'.
Since I didn't really have to use the bathroom anyway, I started
to slowly jerk off, hoping the man wouldn't notice. After about
15 seconds, the man said, "She also told me to make sure you
didn't jerk off in here, hahahahaha". The man approached me and
put his hand on my ass saying, "If your finished, there's other
business to be taken care of." Not knowing what he was talking
about, I moved backwards and started to redress. With a now
fully erect cock, shoving it between my legs would be painful so
I placed sideways under the G-string. I reached down and worked
the leather skirt back over my hips and buckled and fastened.
After zipping the skirt I looked in the mirror seeing my bulge
very evident underneath the tight leather skirt. I thought that
this was too obvious and raised the skirt to readjust my cock
between my legs. After lowering the skirt I saw that this mostly
covered my 'problem' but left me with a strained cock root that I
figured I would just have to live with. As I looked in the
mirror, I almost cried with the image that looked back, the
humiliation and degradation I had gone through since last night
had reached new lows and I didn't know how important hiding that
picture was anymore. I shook my head at myself and turned and
headed for the door but the large man stopped me by blocking my
way.
"The lady said that you would blow me", the man said. I reacted
with a gasp and said, "No way, get out of the way and let me go".
The man laughed saying, "Blow me or I take that ass hole of
yours" as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. With
his fat belly and thighs, his cock was 'hidden' in his groin. I
quickly decided that this guy could easily rape me if he wanted
to, do to his sheer size and decided that this was just one more
'scene' that Ruth had put me up to. I said, "Let's at least go
in one of the stalls", and he replied, "Nah, right here is fine
with me". I slowly dropped to my knees and turned my head
sideways to access his half hard cock and put it in my mouth. I
remembered about how my tongue had made Richard react faster the
night before and wanted this to be over as fast as possible,
fearing that someone else would enter and suffer more humiliation
from that. As the man's cock was in my mouth, I constantly ran
my tongue over his cockhead and sucked as hard as I could. The
man didn't last long as his cock started to harden rapidly. I
continued my tongue playing as I sucked as hard as I could. As
the cock in my mouth started to spasm, I tried to pull away,
knowing what was coming next but I felt hands on the back of my
head and couldn't pull away from the onslaught of sperm that
started erupting from the man's cock. As blasts of sperm
continued to explode into my mouth I heard the creaking sound of
the restroom door open and heard voice saying, "Hey man, can I
have some of that?". The man whose cock I had in my mouth
replied, "Sure, as soon as it is finished with me" in a strained
voice. As the man's hands released from the back of my head I
moved off of his cock and moved as fast as I could in standing up
and running to the bathroom door. As I opened the door, I
encountered a Policeman coming into the bathroom. I mumbled
"scuse me" since my mouth was still full of the man's sperm and
made my way past him. I didn't hear a reply or look back just
kept walking rapidly to Ruth and Diane who were looking at me
with questioning eyes.
As I approached the ladies, Diane asked, "What took you so
long?". I swallowed and said with my teeth still sticky from the
cum, "Shit, I had to blow that fat guy, what did you expect".
Diane and Ruth both looked at me funny and started laughing, with
Ruth saying, "What makes you think you had to blow him?". I
said, "DIdn't you tell him that I would blow him?". The girls
laughed saying that he was just making sure you were using the
urinal and laughed some more. While we were standing there
talking, the policeman I had met at the door of the restroom
approached us and asked if I would step outside with him for a
moment. I said "Sure", and started to walk outside with him.
Ruth and Diane started to follow but the officer told them to
stay inside.
Once we got outside, the officer asked me to tell him what
happened in the restroom. I said, "I went into the restroom to
relieve myself at the urinal. My mistress wanted me to use the
urinal instead of the commode and sent the big guy in to ensure I
followed her instructions. After using the bathroom, the big guy
told me to blow him or he would 'rape' me in the ass." figuring
that the total truth was warranted because this was a cop who
could arrest me. I continued, "So I blew him. I didn't see any
other choice at the time". The officer just looked at me and
scanned his eyes up and down my body the asked for some ID. I
reached inside my purse and took out my wallet and retrieved my
drivers license. The officer looked at the license and then at
me and then the license again. He pointed at my 'breasts' and
asked, "Are these real?". I replied, "No, there not but they
make a good impression". The officer nodded his head and said,
"Mr. Thompson, the man your accusing of threatening to 'rape' you
is a businessman in the community here, I'd watch what I say
about our residents especially since your way out of your
territory" as he handed me my Maryland Drivers License back.
"Why don't you come over to my car with me son, or lady, or
whatever you are" the officer instructed and as I walked over, he
stayed behind me. I said, "I'm just telling you what happened
officer, there's never any harm in telling the truth".
The officer contemplated my last statement and said, "Put your
hands on the hood of the car and spread your legs". I was
somewhat relieved in that this would definintely make those
pictures Ruth had of me worthless and did what the officer
commanded. He continued "I'm placing you under arrest for
soliciting for prostitution and you have the right to remain
silent, ......". The spiel continued as my mind went blank and
first one then the other arm was pulled behind my back and
handcuffed them. He put me in the back seat of the car and moved
around to the drivers seat carrying my purse. He fished the
Drivers License that I had just dropped in the purse out and
started talking on the radio, checking on priors or outstandings
or whatever those guys do. As he was talking on the radio, Ruth
and Diane came out of the McDonald's with a worried look on there
faces. As they approached the patrol car, the officer rolled
down the window and told them he was taking me in, and gave them
directions to the police station. I thought it odd but the
officer told the ladies that he had some personal business to
take care of so it might take a little while to get me to the
station house.
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