“Don’t think I will soon forget your scheming,” she responded. “But to get back to you. You mean,” she paused, “it arouses you, feeling like that… Embarrassed?” she asked.
“Yes,” answered Amber.
“And you want me what? To play little lezzy games. Domineering over you? Humiliate you a little?” the gothic beauty asked, a little wryly, but noticed then that Amber really meant it. However, she kept her mask of indifference.
Amber’s heart flattered fast, listening to Amy and her quick perception. She wanted to answer: “Yes, all of it,” but didn’t dare. She responded instead: “I guess, something like this.”
“And this is not a fucking joke of your and you friends?”
“No, I promise. I mean, none knows this about me,” answered Amber trying to be most convincing.
“And what is in for me when I play the kinky game with you?” asked the exotic beauty.
Amber wasn’t prepared for such a question and didn’t know what she could offer. There was only one thing that came up in her mind.
“I don’t know what I could offer you. I could pay you,” the blonde answered.
“Pay me?” Amy snorted. “You really think you can buy me?! Only because you have money?! You are truly a blonde,” the exotic beauty spat with disgust and was about to leave, but Amber blocked her way.
“Please, please, I am sorry. Please don’t go,” the blonde almost begged. “It was stupid…”
Amy stopped and pierced Amber with her green, penetrable eyes, but her Anger faded in her gaze.
“I’ll give you a chance, slut. But I’m warning you I might enjoy it!” Being called a slut by her sent a shiver down Amber’s spine. She nodded only, feeling unbelievably excited. “Show me how bad you want it. Lift your little skirt and show me what is underneath,” said Amy, and a new wave of humiliation hit the petite blonde.
Anytime someone could enter the room, she would get caught! But she craved it and remembered she had already pictured such and similar situations in her daydreams. Hesitating a little, Amber pulled up her skirt, showing the black beauty of her partially shaved pussy. Even if the shaved areas were a little stubbly already.
“This is the first thing you will do, slut”, Amy said, pointing at the stubbles. “You will remove all your hair down there. In fact, all hair below your neck. I bet you can afford a beauty shop. At least waxing but consider a permanent removal. I would like it. Either way, I want your body silky and your pussy bald and smooth if you ever want the chance for me to touch you. Do you understand?”
“You mean, all of it?” Asked Amber, a little scared, still holding her skirt up.
“It will make your little pussy feel more touchy. You’ll like it. And apart from that, little sluts like you are supposed to have bald pussies,” said Amy with a grin.
“It will be embarrassing,” answered Amber with a surprisingly little voice.
“Oh, please,” said Amy, “it makes you already wet, or am I wrong!” asked Amy confidently.
“Yes, I mean it makes me wet,” answered Amber, barely audible.
“You see,” smiled Amy. “And there is something I would like to have from you,” she continued, getting a pen from her backpack. She spread Amber’s silk panties near the sink and gave the blonde her pen. “Draw a heart or something girly and cheerfully. Like you would write a letter to your boyfriend. And write below it: ‘For my Mistress, your humiliation slut, Amber’,” she dictated.
Hearing the humiliating words sent a shiver through Amber’s body. Obediently but trembling with excitement, she outlined two little, linked hearts as she had done earlier at school and wrote the message as she had been told. While she did, her clit throbbed, and her juices were already running down her thighs.
“It’s cute. I like it,” said Amy, admiring the result.
“Thank you,” answered Amber, insecure, unlike herself. “What do you want it for?” she asked, ashamed.
“Nothing in particular. I wanted something humiliating from you,” Amy answered. “Imagine I’d show the panties to your stupid little friends,” she added, smiling wickedly. Amber blushed furiously, realizing that she was already sliding deeper and deeper into the game. Still, her face and her eyes betrayed her.
“You get off on this little humiliation, don’t you?” Asked Amy this time, obviously fascinated.
“Yes,” Amber whispered.
“Excellent. I like when you blush,” said Amy. “And I will make you blush, I promise,” she added. “If you earn it, I will reward you, Amber Willson. But I can be really mean. In fact, that’s what you actually deserve,” continued Amy with a stern look, and Amber understood the girl meant the intrigue she had plotted. “Any, are you still sure you want my attention?” asked the black beauty teasingly.
“Yes, please,” Amber said, looking into the exotic eyes.
“So be it. And you let me know when you are smooth like a baby. I don’t want to talk to you before.” Then again: “Oh, and while not wearing panties, you could take the chance and make a selfie or two with your friends or someone else,” she said with an amused smile.
After saying that, Amy got her backpack from the floor and was about to leave. Amber didn’t want her to go! She wanted her to stay with her a little longer, talk to her, feel her skin, lips, or her scent. Anything!
Amber gathered all her courage, still driven by her craving, and asked: “Amy… Could I have your panties, too?”
Surprise flickered briefly in Amy’s gaze. Then she noticed she still held the pen in her hand. With a graceful, almost sensual movement, she grabbed Amber’s hand. Amy’s skin felt a little cold on Amber’s, but it caused a chill. Using the pen, Amy wrote her phone number on Amber’s palm.
“You are a kinky little slut,” Amy said, obviously amused. “Show me first, what you would like to do with my panties,” she whispered with a sensual voice, touching nearly Amber’s ear with her lips. It made the blonde quiver with excitement. Amy’s perfume made her knees feel wobbly. “You can send me a picture or a little video if you want. But remember! Don’t ever call me. If any, I’ll call you. If you want something, you know where you can find me. You may use this number only to send me something,” she paused, touching with her hand Amber’s nipple over the fabric, “what makes you blush,” she chuckled, “got it?”
“Yes, Amy,” nodded Amber light-headed.
“When we are alone, call me Miss,” said the exotic beauty. “It seems more appropriate to me. Don’t you think, little slut?”
“Yes, Miss,” answered the blonde, and once again, a jolt of pleasure shot down her spine.
“Perfect. See you,” whispered Amy, stepped back, and left the room, leaving Amber alone.
— Having a boyfriend —
After Amy disappeared, Amber closed herself in a stall, sat with parted thighs, and recalled the past moments with Amy in her mind. She moved her fingers down between her sloppy and swollen folds. Stepped away with thoughts on the exotic girl and her filthy desires, it took only seconds unless a mindblowing orgasm washed through her, making her moan and spasm.
After that, she stayed seated until the emotions subsided and her heart calmed down a little. Sitting there, with her mind in Nirvana, she feared that she would feel wrong and think she made a big mistake with Amy. But her fears had not been confirmed. She felt pleased and excited and couldn’t wait to see her again.