Vegas Weekend

"Oh, my! We MUST stop him!" Frank hit the intercom button again. "Bruno! Guido! Come in here immediately, please." He looked back at Professor Hartridge. "Do you have the name of this enemy of the people? Do you have a picture of the foul scum?"

"As a matter of fact ... I DO!" Bruno and Guido entered the room as she dug through her handbag and retrieved a photograph.

"Bruno, Guido, we seem to have a ... 'situation'. Professor Hartridge has informed me that a sinister researcher of hers has foul business and treachery on his mind to commit here!"

"No!"

"Sacre bleu!"

"Yes! There is FOUL PLAY afoot! She has a photograph. Step around to her and study that villain's head. Learn it! We must apprehend him as quickly as possible! At all costs!"

"Yes, sir!" They stepped around to either side of the female professor. "Ugly lookin' fucker, isn't he, Bruno?"

"Looks sorta like your cousin, Guido," Bruno muttered.

Guido flipped him a bird behind the professor's back.

"His name is Jack Nordstrom," Professor Hartridge told them. "I think that he went rogue nine to eighteen months ago and has been running amok ever since-- ow!" She slapped at her neck where she felt the stinging sensation. "What?"

"Yes, sir ... ehr, ma'am ... he's one ugly lookin' pig fucker," Guido continued. "Why'd you ever hire him?"

"Hire ... he ... uh ... I ... what ..." She slowly leaned over slackly in her chair.

"Interfering with the clout of women?! Shit! We can't allow THAT, now can we, boys?"

"No, sir!"

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When Professor Hartridge came to, she found herself in a chair, a heavy canvass shirt and pants belting her to the chair somehow. She struggled but was unable to get loose from her bindings.

A few minutes later, Frank Watkins walked in. "Hi, Prof!" he grinned.

"You release me. Now, sir!"

"Isn't it endearing when women get a false sense of their place in the world?"

"You release me NOW!"

"You'll notice that you're being encouraged to remain in that chair. You'll also notice that the encouragement is diffusely gentle, so you won't suffer from any bruising or lacerations. One of my people designed that chair. You might know him. A Mr. Jack Nordstrom?"

"You-- you-- you're in it with him!"

"You'll soon be in it with us too, my little cocksucking twit."

"You-- RELEASE ME!"

"You may or may not have noticed the leads attached to your ankles, depending on how well your obesity lets you view your feet in that chair."

Hartridge screamed. "LET ME GO!"

Frank smiled nastily. "Ow. I didn't know mousy little professors could scream like that."

"You let me go, you ... horrible man!"

"Professor Susan Hartridge. Suzy. Lesson one. This is failure." He flipped a switch, and current flowed through the leads attached to her. She stiffened, trembling. After a couple seconds, Frank flipped the switch off.

"You ... (gasp) ... monster ... (gasp) ...!"

"Just enough juice to sting, not enough to cause any physical damage. I hope that we don't need to use that any more at all. We don't need to if you are cooperative. You already suspect the power of the techniques that Nordstrom uses, so I need to ask you to keep an open mind to what we're about to teach you. If you refuse, we'll have to use more juice."

"Teach me?"

Frank wheeled one of his video gambling machines over in front of her. "I'd like you to play a few rounds on this machine. You start off with 100 credits with which to play, and it's an easy game to play. However, if you are deliberately perverse and intentionally lose, or if you refuse to play and remain inactive for more than a minute, there will be more jolts of electricity until you become more open-minded.

"That's about it. So ... enjoy."

"Don't-- " she whispered. "Don't do this."

"Professor, you know Nordstrom's techniques. You'll learn what we have to teach. There will be no pain, no shame. You'll love what you become. What could be better?"

"Please ... please don't," she continued, whispering. "I DO know what Nordstrom can do. Don't make a fool of me ... don't-- " she choked up here, "-- don't make people ... LAUGH ... at me ... please ...."

"Professor," Frank shook his head. "We're gonna give you the Blowjob Special. Believe me, nobody will be laughing at you! Their eyes might roll back in their head while you swallow their cocks, but they won't be laughing at you."

"Please ... I don't want to ... 'suck cock' ... please ...."

"Professor, professor," Frank met her eyes. "You will."

"Noooo ... I don't want them to ... mock me ... to laugh ... at the little girl ... that can't ... that ...."

"See ya." Frank walked out of the room.

"Please!" she yelled.

Fifty seconds later, a small buzz sounded as a warning. Ten seconds after that, a painful but harmless jolt hit her for ten seconds.

Fifty more seconds passed, then the buzz. Ten seconds, then the shock.

Three more such cycles passed. Hartridge broke out in a sweat.

Fifty seconds of inactivity. The buzz. The buzz! "No!" Hartridge yelled and pressed a button on the video gambling machine.

For a while, Hartridge paced herself, waiting her full fifty seconds for the buzz before she gave minimal interaction with the machine.

After a while, though, she found herself not caring. Eventually, she even found herself trying to rack up the highest score that she could, doing what she needed to do.

Learning what she needed to learn.

She realized she was starting to get wet between her pudgy legs.

Shopping Trip Bounty -------- ---- ------

(Saturday morning)

Bobby woke about 10:00 the next morning when Kim and Michelle opened the hotel room door and came in, giggling.

"Hi Bobbykins," Kim laughed. "Hope we didn't wake you. Michelle and I want to get your opinion on some outfits we bought."

"Yeah, Bobby," Michelle smiled. "I want you to look at me in some nice outfits."

Bobby sat up. "Do you guys mind if I get dressed first? I'm still in my pajamas."

"Oh, you look CUTE in your pajamas!" Michelle said, then went into the bathroom carrying her shopping bag and shut the door.

Kim sat down on his bed. "Oh, Bobby, you wouldn't BELIEVE the good deals we got on some of these outfits! And what are you still doing in bed at 10:00?"

"I don't know. I just overslept, I guess."

There was a rap at the door, and Kim walked over to answer. "Annie! Come in!"

Bobby sighed. It didn't look like he was going to get a chance to change out of his pajamas. He pulled the covers up firmly about his waist.

"Hi, Bobby!" Annie waved as she walked in with her shopping bag.

"Hi, Annie. Looks like you found some bargains too."

"A few." She sat down on Kim's bed.

The bathroom door opened, and Michelle stepped out in a tiny teal bikini and teal high heels. She walked to the middle of the room and spun around. "Well?"

"Oh! How pretty!" Annie commented.

"You look so CUTE!" Kim added her opinion.

Michelle turned her back to the other three and pulled the tiny bikini up into the crack of her ass. "It's not too big, is it?"

"Maybe a little," Annie said, causing Bobby's jaw to drop in surprise -- it was the tiniest bikini HE'D ever seen! "Did you get any skimpier ones?" she asked.

"Oh, yes! Wait'll you see!"

"Wait! Wait! I get to try on one of mine next!" Kim said and headed to the bathroom with one of her bags.

Michelle sat on Kim's bed in front of Annie, who began lightly tracing her red fingernails over Michelle's bare shoulders.

"Mmmmm ...." Michelle lightly moaned with her eyes shut.

"Bet I could tease her out of this top if you wanted me to, Bobby."

Bobby's eyes widened. "Hungh?!"

"Listen to her purr. I could just pull on this knot right here," she reached to demonstrate. "And she'd be topless and wouldn't know and wouldn't care."

"Nnnggmmm," Michelle continued to moan to the teasing of Annie's nails.

"No. We shouldn't do that."

"Shouldn't we ...?"

"No, Annie. Stop joking."

"Pooper."

"What?"

"Party pooper."

Was she drunk or something? She was acting very strangely. So were the other two girls, as a matter of fact.

Bobby politely ignored Michelle's little moans as Annie teased her with her fingernails and by blowing her hot breath on her neck. Kim may want to rethink which friends she associates with, he decided. Michelle wasn't acting as proper as she should. At least not proper enough to be Kim's friend.

The bathroom door opened, and Kim stepped out wearing baby blue high heels, hose, garter belt, thong and a sheer lace and embroidered lingerie top.

"Kim?!" Bobby gasped. "What are you-- "

"Yes, Bobby?"

"Oh, Kim ... how pretty!" Annie told her.

Kim spun around. "You like?"

"You are HOT, sweetie!" Annie stopped scratching Michelle's shoulders, and the girl's eyes opened again. Patting the bed next to her, Annie told Kim, "Come sit here. Next to me while Michelle tries on another outfit."

"Sure," Kim smiled.

Michelle bounced up and went back into the bathroom, untying the knot to her top as she walked. Bobby politely cast his eyes down.

"So what do you think, Bobby?" Kim asked, sitting beside Annie.

"It's ... uhm ... very revealing, Kim. I don't know. It's not like you."

"Maybe you just don't know me, Bobby!"

"Kim! You can practically see you nipples!"

"Can you tell that they're all perked up?" she whispered.

"What?!"

"Nothing ...How about my makeup? What do you think, Bobby? Are these blow job lips? Does this lipstick just say, 'Fuck me! Fuck my hot lips!'?"

Jeez! Everyone was acting STRANGELY!

Kim smirked at Bobby's prudishness, then relaxed to Annie's nails lightly scratching her shoulders and let her eyes close.

"Psst," Annie hissed, and Bobby looked over at her. "Bet I could tease her out of this top if you-- "

"No! Stop that! She wouldn't WANT that!"

"Are you sure? Wouldn't she ...?"

"No!"

"Your loss."

A minute later, the bathroom door opened and Michelle stepped out. She was wearing white high heels, white hose, a white thong, a white teddy top and had a white bridal veil on her head.

"I'm ready ... for my honeymoon ...." she breathed.

"Oh, Michelle," Annie cooed, "You look delectable!"

"What do YOU think, Bobby?"

Bobby immediately cast his eyes down. "I shouldn't even be LOOKING!"

"I'll take that as a yes, you like it," Michelle smiled.

"My turn!" Annie hopped up and took her bag with her to the bathroom.

Michelle sat beside Kim on her bed, and they gazed in each other's eyes.

"You look so pretty, Kim."

"So do you, little bride."

There was a knock at the door. Bobby had an erection started and couldn't answer the door without revealing it -- and who knew what these three would do this morning if he did THAT?! -- so he let Kim get the door.

"Daddy!" she said, peeking around the door as she opened it. "Come in!"

"I just wanted to check," Jim Keegan said as he walked up the mini-hall outside the bathroom to the central area, "That-- sweetjesus!" His eyes had caught glimpse of Michelle in her outfit.

"Hi, Mr. Keegan," she waved shyly.

Jim's head turned to his son. "Bobby! You should NOT be in here with-- " He turned around. "And Kim, you shouldn't-- Kim! What are you WEARING?!"

"We shouldn't be wearing these things, should we, Daddy?"

"No! Certainly NOT!"

Kim reached behind her back. "Then ... I'd better take them off ...."

"No! Bobby and I will leave the room. Then BOTH of you get dressed!"

"Hi, Jim," a voice breathed behind him. He turned around, and--

And there was his pretty secretary Annie, in red high heels and a shiny red silky teddy, with little red horns on her head and holding a two-foot red plastic pitchfork.

"Gotcha!" she smiled, lightly stabbing him in the ass with the toy pitchfork.

"Annie?!"

"You've never seen this side of me, have you, Jim?"

"N-no."

She accidentally dropped her pitchfork, then bent over to pick it up, her neckline falling away from her chest in that position. Jim found his eyes involuntarily moving to look down her top. "Wouldn't you like to?" she whispered.

"Like ... to what ...?"

"To ... SEE ... this side of me," she met his eyes, still bent over to give him an interesting view.

"I ... we ... Bobby! Out! Now!"

"Daddy!" Kim told him from where she had sat on the bed beside Michelle, "You're right. You're not supposed to be seeing us like this! You naughty boy!"

Jim's face turned bright red. "Bobby! We're both leaving! Now!"

"And, Mr. Keegan, you REALLY shouldn't see this!" She leaned her head over to kiss Kim directly on the lips.

"Kim! You two! You should ... STOP ... that ...."

"Oh, Jim," Annie put her arm around his shoulders, and he looked at her, then glanced down her teddy. "Aren't they cute? Aren't they ... hot?"

"But ... they ... can't ...."

"Daddy?"

His gaze went back to his daughter.

"They're having a show down in the Kumquat Room tonight at 6:00. Michelle and I are going to be in it. You WILL come see us, won't you?"

"I ... uhm ... we ...."

"I'm going to be in it too, Jim," Annie told him. "And it's going to be HOT. Won't you come watch me ... perform?"

"Y-yeah ...." Jim sighed, trembly.

"Goodie ...!" she breathed.

There was another knock at the door. "Jim?" his wife's voice sounded.

Jim's eyes widened, then focused. "All three of you," he pointed to the three women, "Into the bathroom. Now! Be quiet, except for Kim. You two aren't even here, understood?"

"Yes," the three chorused.

"Bobby?"

"Yes, Dad. Got it."

The three women piled in and shut the door, then Jim answered the main door. "Hi, honey," he smiled sweetly.

"Are the kids okay?"

"Yes, I was just talking to Bobby while Kim is in the bathroom. Wasn't I, Bobby?"

"Yes, Dad." Bobby was trying to will his erection down.

"Well, come on. Let's go have breakfast and then do some shopping."

"Bobby, get dressed," Jim ordered. "I want you to come with us."

"Yes, sir." He got out of bed, trying to keep his body turned to hide his erection. He pulled on his pants, then a shirt, then socks.

"Kim," Jim knocked on the door. "The three of us are going down to have breakfast. We'll be back in forty-five minutes, and I'll want you dressed and ready to go shopping. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," she called.

The three headed down to the restaurant, then the three women burst out of the bathroom, giggling.

My Mother, the Bitch -- ------- --- -----

(Saturday morning and afternoon)

Jessica woke around 10:30, as she heard her mother stirring around in the hotel room. Opening her eyes, she was surprised at what her mother was wearing: black high heels, black hose and garterbelt, a black thong, a black lace-up lingerie top, and black velvet gloves up past her elbows.

"What'd you do, Mom?" Jessica asked sleepily, "Mug a lady of the night?"

"Maybe you should get dressed and go shopping this morning," Tina told her.

Jessica sat up in bed. "Hungh?" She saw that her mother was holding a cup of coffee, the cup and saucer both trembling in her hands.

"Yes! That's an excellent idea. Get dressed. Now."

"But Mom-- "

Tina set the cup and saucer on the nightstand. "C'mon, let's get you dressed."

"But, Mom-- "

"Now, Jessica! Up!"

Jessica stepped out of bed, stunned at her mother's forcefulness.

Tina went to the closet, yanked out a pair of pants and shirt, and turned back to her daughter. "C'mon, Jessica, get dressed!" She handed the clothing to her. "Right now!"

There was a knock at the hotel door.

"What?!" Tina squawked. "Not yet! It CAN'T be! Not yet!"

"Mom! What is going on?!"

Tina ignored her and walked up the hall to the door. "It can't be -- not yet." She peered through the peephole. "Shit! It IS!"

"Mom! It's who?!"

"Let me in, bitch," came a female voice through the door. "Now!"

Swallowing hard, Tina opened the door.

Barbara stepped in, closing the door behind her. "Hi, Tina."

"Hi ... Barbara."

"Let me see."

Tina raised her arms above her head and slowly spun around for Barbara's inspection. "Very nice," Barbara pronounced.

"Who ARE you?! Mom, who IS this?!" Jessica demanded from the end of the interior hallway.

"Let's find out, shall we?" Barbara smiled to the young woman, then turned back to Tina. "What are you sweetcheeks?"

"Mmrrbdj," Tina mumbled.

"You have to speak louder than that. Proudly, now."

"I'm your bitch."

"Mom?!"

"What's my name, bitch?"

"Barbara."

"What's my name, bitch?!"

"Stop it!" Jessica shouted.

"Barbara!"

"Who's your daddy, Tina?"

"You are."

"Mom, what are you DOING?!"

"Who's your daddy?!"

"Barbara is! Barbara is Tina's DADDY!"

"Don't forget it."

"Mom! Make her leave!"

Barbara spoke to Jessica. "Apparently, I'm your mother's new owner. Now, who do we have here?"

"Please don't bother her!"

"This is your daughter, isn't it, bitch? The bitch's daughter. My bitch mentioned you last night. She said you had soft brown hair and big brown eyes. And you're over eighteen."

"Get out! Leave! Leave my mother alone!"

"Aw, is baby waby upset? Get over it, kid. C'mon, bitch. Back into the light there. I wanna see your costume in better light."

"Leave! You leave now!" Jessica raised her hands and stepped forward.

"Jessica, stop it!" Tina said, catching her hands and pushing her back.

"Mom! Make her leave now! She needs to leave right now! I'll MAKE her leave!" She stepped forward again.

Tina slapped her across the face.

"Mom?" Jessica asked in a small voice, holding her hand against the slapped cheek.

"Sweetie, I love you. But I am Barbara's bitch now. For the rest of the weekend. And all the screaming you can do won't change that."

"But ... h-how?"

"I lost a bet to her last night. And now I'm her bitch."

"Now sit down and shut up, little girl, or I'll have your mommy spank you."

Stunned, Jessica sat back down on her bed. She realized she was still in just her flannel nightgown in front of this strange woman.

Barbara sat on Tina's bed. "Didn't I tell you that you'd look fine in those clothes? Turn around and show me the backside."

Tina spun around to face away from Barbara and clenched her buttocks for show. She refused to look at her daughter.

"Bend over."

Tina bent over at the waist.

Barbara laid her hand on Tina's ass and squeezed a few times. "This thong and those heels do wonderful things for your ass, bitch."

"Thank you," Tina said quietly.

"Please! Leave her alone! Leave BOTH of us alone! Just LEAVE! PLEASE!"

"Hush, little girl. Okay, stand back up."

Tina stood.

"Have a seat in daddy's lap, sugar."

Tina sat in Barbara's lap and put an arm around her shoulders.

"How's daddy's sweet little thing? Hmm?"

"I'm good," Tina said very softly, then almost inaudibly, "I'm wet."

Barbara reached up and took Tina's boob, then began gently squeezing it through the lingerie.

This was INSANE! Any moment now, Jessica was sure her mother would just SOCK this woman, DECK her, for taking these liberties! Then she'd hurl her BUTT out into the hallway!

But Tina just sat there meekly, letting herself be groped. "Does this calm my little bitch down?" Barbara asked, and Tina sighed and nodded her head.

"I'm ... I'm getting wetter, though."

"What's your name, little girl?" Barbara asked Jessica.

"That's NONE of your business!" she hissed.

"Okay. Tina, what's this little cunt's name?"

"Mom! Don't tell he-- "

"Jessica," Tina sighed quietly, then shrugged to her daughter.

"Glad to meet you, Jessy-Girl."

"Mom, STOP this! Stop DOING this!"

Barbara kept squeezing the boob, and Tina kept sighing.

"Please ...?" Jessica asked in a small voice.

"Up," Barbara said, and Tina stood. "Jessy-Girl, my bitch and I are going down to the restaurant for a late breakfast." She stood and started walking towards the door, and Tina followed.