CHAPTER 23 – IT COULD ONLY HAPPEN IN SAN FRANCISCO
I drove in the direction of my own bank, knowing that there were other competing banks within walking distance of it. I figured if I opened various accounts near each other it would be easier in the long run.
The competing banks included some of the usual suspects: Chase, Bank of America and Wells Fargo. All of them had Saturday hours. Opening the accounts was fast and easy. I knew the routine from my own bank. On the applications I simply wrote “Student” as my job description and explained that I had a couple of part time jobs. No one questioned it; why would they? In all, I opened 4 accounts, each with a thousand. The amount was not significant enough to cause raise any eyebrows.
The following weekend I would open 4 additional accounts. The weekend after that 4 more. I maintained 12 accounts in all, plus the one I had at my own bank. Once the accounts were established, each account grew by approximately fifteen hundred every other week. But, my cash would still start to pile up at home faster than I could legitimately deposit into banks. I would simply have a stockpile of cash in my closet.
Once my accounts were opened on that Saturday, I went to a nearby Walgreen’s. After the success of my first week, I knew that there was no such thing as ‘too many condoms’. The shelves looked pretty empty after I was finished loading my shopping basket. I added a few bottles of KY and other than the Gatorade, I considered one more item.
I looked at the shelf and made a selection. Just to be certain, I decided to get two. Pregnancy tests. I smiled when I looked at the outside of the packaging and saw the blue plus sign.
I brought my shopping basket to the front of the store and waited in line. The woman in front of me glanced at my basket and grimaced a look of disgust. I didn’t bother to look behind me to see what the man behind me must have been thinking when he saw my basket.
The clerk was male and he scanned my packages one at a time. When he scanned the pregnancy tests, I chuckled and said to him, “Just in case.” He seemed a little dim and didn’t reply.
He bagged my things and I walked out the exit.
I went to my car and drove away. I had already looked up the address of the boutique and knew approximately where it was.
The store is called ‘Pleasures from the Heart’, it could have just as easily been called ‘Pleasures for the Pussy’, but I doubt the city would have allowed the signage. It was a playground like I had never imagined before.
It was a sexual novelty shop that had mundane things like porn videos to the exciting including bedroom toys and the naughtiest clothing that I had ever seen. There were skirts only 4 inches tall, crotchless panties and pantyhose, nippleless bras and lingerie after lingerie. Much of the clothing was called “costume clothing”, but Halloween was months away. These were year round fun-in-the-bedroom costumes. I was overwhelmed the moment I walked into the store. But, what I fell in love with was fence net. I knew what fish net was, but fence net was so much more revealing.
I was instantly drawn to fence net cocktail dresses. They were tight fitting knit dresses that were fully covered down the front and the back, but the sides were fully open, held together only by the broad lace fence net. I flipped through and found a number of dresses in Extra Small Petite, which was my preferred size.
There were a couple of people working there; they were both women. I asked if they had a dressing room. One of them led the way. She said, “We have a tall mirror outside the changing rooms. You can check out the clothes in the mirror as long as the clothes are not too revealing. Keep in mind, you are not the only customer in here and it’s easy to get carried away,” and she pointed to a man that was lurking at the other end of the store. She looked through my dresses and said, “You can wear any of these three out here, but for this one you would need to wear underwear, and it doesn’t look like you are.”
I simply said, “Ok.” And entered the dressing room.
I tried on the first dress. On the wall mirror inside the dressing room I could immediately see that I looked like a total slut. The dress barely covered anything. It was jet black and extremely short and hung only about an inch below my crotch line. The knit fabric squeezed my body nicely showing my petite curves. The front and back were covered, but the sides were open revealing that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. The sides of my small breasts were also slightly exposed.
I opened up the dressing room door and walked to see myself in the reflection of the wardrobe mirror. The dress fully transformed me. I saw right away that the dress revealed me for what I wanted to be, an expensive hooker. I loved it and it was a keeper. I looked over at the gentleman lurker. He was eyeing me and seemed to thinking the same thing.
I returned to the dressing room to try on the next dress. Like the first, it was open casino şirketleri on the sides and extremely short. But unlike the first, the fence netting was open down the front exposing my body between my breasts down below my navel. It was another keeper. The lurker smiled his approval again.
The third dress was yellow and was similar to the first from the front, but the fence netting wrapped all the way around meaning my entire backside was exposed. I thought to myself, ‘Did the clerk know that this dress was open in the back?’ But I wanted to see myself, and peeked outside my door.
The clerk was standing near the door and asked how I was doing. I immediately told her how much I loved the store, but asked, “Are you sure I can wear this one? I want to see it. I really like it.”
She looked at me standing in the doorway and said, “Yes, you can wear that one. It’s okay if people see your cheeks in public. In fact, because of breast feeding laws you can technically expose your breasts in public too. But, you’re not supposed to expose anything below the waist from the front. Well, not here at least. Places like San Francisco, people can do almost anything they want.”
So with her confirmed permission, I walked to the mirror. It looked so fucking sexy. I turned to look at my back side. It was as if I was naked. But, my bare ass also revealed faint pink belt marks from my morning experience with Todd. I thought they made me look even sexier. I looked around the store. There was now a second gentleman, and he and the lurker were both staring in my direction. I turned my back to them and looked back over my shoulder and to them I asked, “Is it too much? I like it.”
Neither spoke, they just smiled.
The clerk said, “Wow, your body pulls that off nicely. I wish I was as small as you are.”
“You really think so?”
She said, “Absolutely. Are you shopping for personal fun or work?”
I said, “Work.”
She said, “I thought so. Personal fun shoppers rarely step outside the dressing room.”
I hesitated and said, “I’d really like to see that last one in the mirror.”
She said, “So would I.” She looked at the two men and her store colleague and continued, “I don’t think they would mind either.”
I took it as an okay and went back into the changing room. I slipped on the dress. It was almost a complete negative to the first dress. It was also black, but the sides of the dress were solid knit and the front and back were open fence net. The dress was just as short as the others, but it really made no difference because my pussy, including my big dipper tattoo were fully visible. My nipples were erect and my pussy was wet. Someone looking at me would see my hard nipples and would correctly guess my wetness.
I opened the door and stepped out into the open. All eyes were on me including the other clerk. I walked up to the mirror to admire my good-as-naked body. I turned around to look at my bare back.
The clerk said, “Wow! That looks even better than the last one!”
I said, “I know.”
She walked closer to me and made some adjustments. I stood still as she tugged and pulled. She first drew down the sides a few inches at a time until she was all the way down to the hem and gave it a firm tug. Then she gently brought her hand to my side, turning me until I was facing away from her but directly toward the two men who were watching intently. She moved her hand onto my back, and starting at the top she flattened her hand and pushed it all the way down my back until she came to my ass and then she pulled the hem down the same as she had done to the sides.
She then turned me around again to face her, my back was to the others again. Then I heard my heart pounding. She heard it too. She said, “Wow, I can hear your heart beating. This truly is the Pleasures of the Heart, huh?”
I quietly whispered, “Yes.”
She continued to pull on some of the dress.
I whispered quiet enough that I was certain only she could hear, “Bi?”
She whispered back, “No, lesbian. Are you bi? It’s obvious you’re not lesbian.”
I said, “Yes. You don’t look lesbian.”
She said, “We don’t all look lesbian. My girlfriend is butch.”
I said, “Oh.”
She said, “You know, every now and then, I help others out in the dressing room.”
I smiled and said, “Really, how often is ‘every now and then’.”
She said, “Maybe once a week. The perks of the job.”
“So do you want to help me in the dressing room?”
She said, “Yeah, but too many people here. Maybe another time when there aren’t any customers. If people knew that this is sometimes a pick-up spot it might shut us down.”
I said, “Ok. I’ll remember that. Thank you.”
The conversation was actually pretty fast and I was back into the dressing room changing back into my summer dress. But my shopping wasn’t finished.
I continued browsing the racks and collected garment after garment. I was choosing clothes and underwear that I would never wear in front of my casino firmaları parents.
Surprisingly, the clothes were very well priced; maybe because the quality was not all that heavy. But, the low prices just made the shopping experience that much better. I left the store with $500 less in my pocket, but it didn’t make any difference. For the first time in my life I had a variety of truly slutty clothes, including a few pairs of crotchless pantyhose that I could not wait to wear at the bank. I now had a real wardrobe that would make me even more popular with my customers.
I completed my purchase and the clerk asked me to come back during the week. She said, “We’re pretty quiet first thing in the morning during the week. We open at 10:00.” Although the boutique became my favorite business shopping resource, I never did have a dressing room experience.
With my errands completed, I drove to Motel 6 to drop off my new possessions. I stopped by the motel office and paid for another full week. I still had my mom’s car so I drove back home. When I arrived, my mom asked how shopping was. She noticed I returned emptyhanded. I told her that I didn’t find anything worth bringing home.
I told her that I was being called into work early, so I would be leaving in a short while. She looked at me and pointed at her neck saying, “You’re not really going to meet that guy are you?” I assured her I wasn’t.
She asked if I wanted her to drive me, and I told her I had already called a cab. She seemed disappointed in my answer. I think she wanted to know more about my mystery restaurant, but obviously I had nothing to tell her. I had already changed into clothing that might have been appropriate to wear at a restaurant and I waited for my cab to arrive.
I had yet to have the same cab driver twice, and this ride was no different. I took advantage of the travel time and started returning calls. During the ride I actually received a call too. To that call I was able to make an immediate appointment. It turned out that one of my missed calls was from a previous client, but I wanted to start the new countdown of fresh new cock. By the time I arrived back at the motel I had arranged a second. The two appointments would be all that I had time for.
I was excited to be back in my room. I wanted to wear some of my new clothes. Not planning to leave the room, I elected to wear the most provocative of the dresses; the one that left me fully exposed front and back. I intended to wear the full open back dress that night in the City.
My appointment was right on time, and he and the second john loved my new dress. It was just like my new persona; it left nothing to the imagination. By 4:30, I knew I would be done by 6:00. I texted Dipper and asked if he could come to the room around 6:00 instead of 7:00. He did not answer right away, but it made no difference whether or not I saw his reply; I knew he would be there.
My last appointment was finished a little before 6:00 and it gave me enough time to clean up for my pimp.
Dipper and the boys knocked on the door. I was naked and invited them in. I had 2 one hundred dollar bills out for him. I pointed to the money and said, “That’s yours.” Dipper picked up the money and stuck it into the pocket of his sweats.
He came up to me and said, “I’ve missed your Asian pussy.”
I said, “I’ve missed your cock. The guys I’ve been fucking are all teases compared to you.” It wasn’t meant to be flattering; it was the truth.
That was the extent of our foreplay. He pushed me nicely onto the bed so I was on my back. I spread my legs offering him to take me anyway he wanted to. He started by diving headfirst between my thighs. I always believed he did this to check if I might have fucked bare recently, but whatever his reason, I didn’t care.
After attacking me with his tongue he climbed up to fuck me bare. I loved the enormity of his cock. He pushed himself fully inside my in one mighty thrust. I instantly melted from his girth. His thrusts were full and deep. No one had penetrated me as deeply as he could during my two nights of gangbangs, and the depth felt incredibly refreshing. As he fucked me he stopped long enough to say, “You guys need to use condoms.” To which I added, “They’re in the closet.” There were no more words, just raw fucking until Dipper finished me off.
Marcus climbed on me quickly to continue giving me the type of fuck I loved most: multiple black cocks. Marcus was slow to cum, but he did get what he came for and Kevin was kind enough to play clean up, though my pussy was far from clean.
I was ready for a second round, but disappointedly, they weren’t. I rolled off the bed so I could shower again. I let Marcus and Kevin handle removal and disposal their own condom. Had Dipper told me to clean them up I would have, but he didn’t.
After my shower, I came back out into the room still naked. For the first time Dipper noticed the pink marks on my ass and asked about them. I chose not to tell him about the actual güvenilir casino events of the morning, instead I told him it happened during the gangbang. He asked if I liked it. I told him I did. He did not seem surprised in the least.
I looked at the three of them and asked, “You guys want another round?”
Dipper answered and said, “No, I think we’ll go up to the City early.”
I looked toward the curtains which faced the West and said, “But, it’s still light out.”
He said, “With the warm weather, guys will be out early and you should be too. You’ll like that, won’t you?”
I said, “Yes, I’ll get ready. I bought some new clothes, I think you’ll like my new dresses!”
He said, “I can’t wait.”
I grabbed the dress that was open in the back and brought it with me into the bathroom. I closed the door so I could do my make-up and put on the dress. I obviously didn’t mind if they watched me, but I wanted the dress to be a surprise when I walked out.
I put on the dress and even from the front it was very revealing. With the fence net that wrapped around to the back, it was clear from the sides that I wore no underwear. The fence netting was tight enough to pull the knit fabric firmly against the front of my body. The impression of my navel showed through as well as the points of my nipples. I knew a month earlier I might of fantasized about wearing such a dress, but I doubt that I would have worn it. But now, I felt as comfortable in the dress as I would have been with any other clothing.
I opened the door and revealed myself to the boys. There were simultaneous howls from the three of them. They loved it. But then, I turned around so they could see the backside. Dipper immediately said, “Fucking-aye”.
I asked, “You like it. Can I wear it in the City? Or do I have to wear panties with it? I bought some perfect panties, they’re crotchless.”
He said, “No. I want you to dress just like that. Don’t change a thing.”
I said, “OK, but I want you to see my favorite dress.”
I grabbed the dress that was open in the front and back, and went into the bathroom to change again. When I came out, Marcus said, “Holy fucking shit!”
I walked out into the open and spun so they could see me from all directions. Dipper eyed me widely. And then looked outside at the daylight.
He said, “Wear the first one, but bring this one. When it gets dark out, change into this one. You’d wear it wouldn’t you? That’s why you bought it right?”
I said, “Yeah, that’s why I bought it.”
He said, “Good. But now we need to hurry. The guys will want to see that body in either dress while there is still daylight. You’re probably going to cause some accidents.”
I appreciated his approval. I collected a few boxes of condoms and put them into my backpack and then I suddenly realized neither dress had pockets; I would have no place for my condoms or cash.
I took my wallet out of my backpack. It was small enough to hold in my hand. I emptied out everything from the wallet. I would use it to collect my cash and store my condoms. With my supplies in stow, I was ready to go.
Together we walked out of my ho-tel room. It would be the first time in the open air that I would wear the dress. Immediately, Dipper made a quick scan of the parking lot. He was looking for cops. Even I knew that if a cop in San Jose saw the back side of my dress, he would likely stop me, even though we technically were on private property. But there would be no harassment by the police. It wasn’t even 7:00 yet. We would make it to the streetwalker neighborhood a little after 7:30. There was still almost an hour and a half worth of daylight left. The daylight made the experience seem different.
We drove around the block a couple times, and Dipper wasn’t kidding. There were already cars with single men prowling the neighborhood. And there were girls out. A lot of girls. I saw two different girls that were wearing very revealing lingerie that left nothing to the imagination. The clothing was provocative but they weren’t very attractive. The lingerie just helped to make an easier sale. It was the same thing that I wanted, but I had the looks to go with it. It was a lot different than the previous nights.
We parked the car and I watched a police car drive by. The girls seemed not to care. They didn’t scatter; they didn’t panic. Dipper said that on nights that girls scatter, it’s because the cops have been coming through to make arrests. He reminded me to ‘follow the herd’ if I ever saw it happen. He said it didn’t happen often, but every now and then the local city councilman would raise a stink so there would have to be a show of arrests. He assured me that he usually would get forewarning on such nights and they almost never happened on the weekend.
He pointed out a few girls and said, “Those are my girls.” I noticed they were all black.
Then Marcus said, “Hey Rikki’s out.” He pointed to an Asian girl. She was wearing a super short skirt and a halter top. She looked to be about six inches taller than me with a darker complexion. Like me, she didn’t seem to have much in the boob department. I said, “Is that the Rikki that you mentioned before? The one that was going to join us?”