Jewel Ascending Ch. 04

Gil chuckled as he was warming to his story.

"I ordered it in a wine goblet so she could drink it herself, the look of concentration on her face with her little paws on either side of the stem. Kitten was a bit sloppy though and had quite a milk mustache. No sense crying over spilt milk though."

Gil chuckled again as he punned badly.

Brandi was stewing in anger as Gil talked about her right in front of Helen as if she wasn't even there...and really WAS his pet kitten.

"Did you talk to her about our idea?" Helen asked.

"UH...no...I didn't get to that." Gil answered sheepishly.

"Seriously? What did you talk about anyway?"

"Oh...the American Soccer team that played the 'friendly' yesterday...Capitol FC's chances for the cup this year...stuff..." Gil answered lamely.

"Soccer? What are you; American now?"

"Heh...no...just that Capitol FC was playing the US Team..."

"Darn it Gil, you were supposed to talk about our future plans for her." Helen interrupted.

"I wanted you to be here for that."

Helen decided to change subjects and turned back to Brandi. She'd talk to her husband later, privately.

"Look, Brandi, Gil told me what you said earlier. I want you to know that I've known all about you and Gil. I'm totally OK with it. Gil and I had discussed this a long time ago. If anything ever happened to him he would still want me to be happy, and I wanted the same for him."

Brandi sat in stunned silence.

"In fact, I am the one who encouraged him to specifically use you and your services."

Brandi tried to speak, but no words came out. Helen was watching Brandi closely and noticed her reaction. Her neko ears flicked back and forth furiously.

"Yeah...actually we've talked about you a lot ever since that first day we saw you cross-dressed before that one football match." Gil added.

"Yeah...that was so much fun, going to the matches with you, chanting in the stands to 'Seven Nation Army", cheering our team to victory..."

Brandi remembered those days fondly. Especially dancing with Helen to 'Seven Nation Army' in the corporate suite whenever Capitol FC scored a goal...good times...

"Since you were our friend we probably never would have selected you but after reading all about you on the bimbo lottery web page...and all your customer reviews were overwhelmingly positive...You've really taken to this line of work and this lifestyle haven't you?"

"She's a natural." Gil interrupted.

"Bearing, birthing, and recovering from the quadruplets was intense. Having you available really took a lot of stress off of me. I wouldn't want my man to feel he had to cheat now would I?" She asked rhetorically.

"So it's not cheating if it's with me?" Brandi finally managed to ask.

"No. Of course not. Since you're only a feminized male whore it made it easy for me to agree and sign off on Gil's loss of consortium claim. It's not like you could ever replace me."

Brandi was crushed. She couldn't be more shocked than she was now after hearing Helen's harsh statement; her neko ears flicked in annoyance.

"But I thought we were friends?"

"Best friends!" Helen gushed, misunderstanding Brandi's tone and intent.

"And that makes it so much better. The more we thought about it the more we realized that we would much rather have someone who was a friend serve him instead of some complete stranger."

"In fact, you should know that ever since we learned this had happened to you, we agreed that if either of us needed it, that we would use you." Gil added.

Brandi was wrong...she could be more shocked, apparently.

"There's more good news." Helen continued, mistaking Brandi's expression of surprise for one of affirmation.

"More?" Brandi asked, stunned.

"Our insurance still covers your services for the next six months, although it will be monthly now rather than every other week." Helen informed.

"Aww..." Gil made a soft noise of disappointment.

"But now WE can spend time together." Helen looked over her shoulder directly at Brandi as she said it.

"WE?" Brandi paused.

"So..." Brandi struggled for words "We...you and me...want me to be...friends?"

"More than friends, actually;" Helen smiled lasciviously. "I hear from Gil you have an incredibly talented tongue." She winked.

"We're here Kitten." Gil announced as he drove up to the front door of Brandi's NSSA&M dorm.

"Look, before you go I want to thank you again for taking care of my husband. Knowing he is being taken care of by a friend..."

"Of course..." Brandi was in shock, her responds was automatic and as she was trained.

She suddenly wished she could run away.

She was forced to wait until Gil came around and opened the car door and unclasped her seat belt to let her out.

Stupid seat belt latch. Stupid child safety locks. Stupid fetish kitten mittens!!!

When Gil took her leash Brandi exited the car. The towel she was sitting on was momentarily stuck to her ass from the cum that had leaked out. Gil peeled it off her bottom. Her fetish tail sensed it was no longer constrained and once again extended itself and began to flick back and forth behind her.

Helen lowered her window. "Wait...come here for a minute." She commanded.

Brandi approached her window as Helen reached through the window and pulled Brandi's head down into a lustful kiss. As Brandi was bent over at the waist Gil stood behind her and took the opportunity to grope her ass once again.

Brandi's ass cheeks were still slippery with cum and lube and her butt plug slipped inside her ass and stimulated her slightly. She squealed softly from the firmness of Gil's grip on her ass, the stimulation of the butt plug, the gentle caress of Helen's hand on her head and pleasant softness of Helen's lips against her own.

Brandi's kitten tail now stood nearly erect and twitched so quickly it was almost vibrating from her sensed excitement. The tail lifted the lace tiers of the back of her skirt hem high and placed her cum soaked panty bottom clearly on display

Finally Helen broke the kiss and giggled softly.

"Your kiss tastes like Gil's cum."

Brandi's neko cat's ears flickered so quickly in surprise that it was like they were trying to send a semaphore message.

Gil gave Brandi's ass one more slap and then gently tugged on her leash as he led her to the front door of the dorm and the returns desk.

"Hurry up! We have to pick up the kids from my mother." Helen called out.

Brandi walked with her usual strut and sway, her bushy blond tail was swishing in synch with her hips as it slowly dropped back down. Brandi was otherwise in a complete daze.

Her mood now one of confusion and mortification as she reproached herself; she was nothing but a whore to them...a whore to be used.

Brandi's smile was empty and her expression blank and fixed in her practiced bimbo airhead expression. She felt close to tears at the support she was receiving. Where did she ever go so wrong in her life? What did he ever do to deserve friends such as these?

**

Brandi was returned to her dorm in despair and her stomach upset. Sushi, milk, and Gil's cum were not sitting well inside her.

Brandi returned all her neko fetish implements; the returns desk attendant had to unlace and remove her kitten paw mittens so Brandi could remove her animatronic ears and butt plug tail assembly and set them aside to be cleaned. Next the attendant unlocked and took her collar and her leash, so Brandi could finally step over to the laundry and drop off her clothing.

She walked naked into the adjoining communal shower room and was grateful to have the space to herself. This late in the day the whores from the brothel should all be asleep after entertaining last night's customers. Only returnees like her who had been out with clients would filter back in over the rest of the morning and early afternoon.

It was always interesting to her to hear from clients who thought the dormitory was a place of unbridled non-stop sexual activity.

While the brothel on the first 3 floors was open 24/7, the dormitory rooms above were invariably quiet. They were probably the most celibate places in all of Allegoria. The last thing any of the whores wanted to do when they returned to their rooms was engage in carnal activity.

Brandi turned the water on hot and stream on full as she washed away the sweat and cum stains from her body, from her ass and butt cheeks and the residue that spread around her penis and testicles. She tried to blast away her feelings of filth with the nearly scalding hot water. Without warning she was overcome by nausea. Her stomach churned and she collapsed onto her knees.

She vomited her lunch of sushi, milk, and cum onto the shower floor.

For the next several minutes her body shook and dry heaves wracked her abdomen.

She knew she had lost control of her bladder and bowels, but thankfully her bowels were empty due to her fastidious cleansing earlier in preparation for her appointment with Gil.

Gil. Her client. Her 'John'.

Brandi. The whore. Brandi the Whore. Brandi the Tranny Whore.

She was eventually found by one of the female whores returning from her appointment. She summoned a bathroom attendant who called for an orderly to escort Brandi to medical. Once there she was examined by the staff physician. The doctor assumed food poisoning and sent her to bed to recover in her dorm room. Brandi tossed and turned all night and when she woke up the next day she still felt sick and asked to take a sick day.

Her supervisor and the administration were upset but since she hadn't had a sick day in 3&1/2 years since her arrival they could hardly begrudge her.

The staff physician eventually arrived to check up on her and took some blood samples. It turned out that it wasn't just psychosomatic or hypochondria either. The doctor that examined her informed her that her tummy really was upset and most likely it was not the sushi...or the cum...that she had eaten but the milk that she drank.

She had probably been served bad milk. They had called her client who said he had eaten the sushi as well and he hadn't gotten sick so by connecting the dots...

Grateful for the day off despite being sick Brandi wallowed in bed. She pondered her condition in a full day of sorrow and introspection.

"I'm not depressed but I'm never happy either." She mused.

"Why am I always obedient? Why?"

She tried to think of what she was like before her sentencing...sentencing's?

Her memories were sharp. She clearly remembered she thought of herself as a man; a man who would probably not have liked this very much.

Even her friends only viewed her as a whore now.

A whore to be used.

Former friends she ruefully thought.

It wasn't always this way.

Why is it now?

What happened to me?

Why am I like this?

It occurred to her that her name was not Brandi...it was...it was...

Randy!

Brandi knew the other feminized male service providers didn't like her that much. They all think that she is lucky as she is allowed to get out of the dorm...well...Brothel, not knowing that she never really sees anything but hotel rooms and bedrooms. They used to ask her all the time why she didn't run away.

Brat.

Britney. Bratty Britney.

She ran away once. She was caught. She was punished.

Was that it? Was it fear of punishment?

Brandi never went to college. She had assumed and inherited her business right after high school. She had always done what was expected of her.

But that didn't explain it, did it? It couldn't! Because it was expected of her...just following the law?

Brandi's musings were interrupted when her supervisor paid her a visit.

Mindy Tartovski didn't like to visit the dorm rooms, but she did want to see for herself how her star service provider was faring. The doctor confirmed she really was sick after all and not faking it to avoid her duty. She timed her arrival as an orderly was bringing her some broth to eat and an electrolyte sports drink to rehydrate.

It was always important to stay hydrated.

Mindy was only slightly annoyed by this. She did have to reschedule Brandi's appointment for the day and compensate the patron for his loss and cancellation.

Providing returned fees and a discount on his next service appointment was a hassle.

"How are you feeling?" Mindy asked politely, although not truly caring.

"Um...getting better." Brandi responded from deep within her bundle of blankets. Her head was spinning slightly and she felt nausea if she moved too quickly. Her body would sometimes start to shiver uncontrollably even though she did not really feel cold.

Mindy noted how pale and sickly Brandi was and took a half step back. The doctor said it was food related and not a virus or anything but still...

"That's good. We all want you to get better soon." And make us more money, Mindy thought.

"So I know you are sick right now but that is no excuse to say the things you said."

"Excuse me?" Brandi asked; scared, sick, and confused. She stared at her broth as if unsure if she should try it. Her stomach churned momentarily so she set the broth aside.

"Your client claims you thought he was cheating."

"Oh..." softly.

"You know full well that any subject that uses a service provider is not cheating or committing adultery. The courts have long held that the service is a SERVICE available to all subjects. Legally speaking use of a service provider is not now nor has it ever been considered infidelity or grounds for divorce." Mindy spoke almost verbatim from the NSSA&M's Service Provider's Handbook.

"Yes Ma'am." Brandi swallowed in fear. If she was about to be sent to disciplinary ward...

"However, your client, 'Gil' is it?"

Brandi merely nodded.

"Since Gil didn't make it a negative comment on your service and only made it as a verbal feedback I am going to let you off with a warning."

Brandi didn't relax yet.

"Remember, subjects who use the department's services are legally not cheating. You know this from your training."

"Yes ma'am."

"So I will award you your first ever Demerit."

"Yes Ma'am." Brandi nodded. Four more and she would be sent to Disciplinary Ward.

"Now get well," Mindy forced an insincere smile to her face "And we can place you back into circulation tomorrow."

"Yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am."

Brandi watched Mindy as she left. It occurred to her that Mindy was actually younger than she was and yet she had to defer to Mindy as her superior and call her Ma'am.

It's all so...unfair...

**

The staff physician pulled up the lab results from Brandi's blood sample. Brandi's blood samples were done weekly, not just for the normal health and welfare checks that all the whores received, but also to continue to track the markers that dealt with her infusion of DOCILITY.

The physician didn't understand the complex nature and action of the experimental drug Brandi had been administered. She didn't need too. She just performed the routine test for the experiment and forwarded the results up the chain. She merely monitored and reported.

It came as a surprise then that after 182 consecutive weekly checks that the complex chemical acting as a catalyst continually conditioning her obedience was gone.

3&1/2 years and suddenly...nothing.

Did the catalyst have an effective lifespan?

She checked the previous week's results and they matched the previous 181 before that, but now...suddenly...nothing...the markers were gone.

The doctor attached the lab results to an email, verified the correct contact list and sent her findings to the hypnotherapist and the pharmacist managing the test subject. As required she also sent a blind CC to the department head as well.

**

Mindy returned to her office after visiting Brandi and dug into her paperwork. Administrative duties waited for no woman. She was currently reviewing another negative feedback that a regular customer had left on Britney's service review page. Britney had reportedly used too much teeth when providing oral relief to a client.

Mindy sighed as she considered what punishment this infraction merited.

Mindy sent yet another email to the department head requesting that Bratty Britney be sent through the new conditioning system that had worked so well on Brandi but knew it was in vain.

Brat was being used as a benchmark for comparable behavior.

Certainly a public spanking in front of the other service providers of her group during their weekly group therapy session would be expected. Mindy eyed the paddle on the wall, but Britney had extensive experience and training with bondage and discipline as a trained submissive. Spanking discipline may not be the most effective method to punish her.

Reviewing Britney's service record she noted that she had finally, yet barely, qualified to provide service in every role except for pet play. Pet play was a new service that the department had recently begun to offer. Mindy didn't understand half of the fetishes that the department provided, she just didn't see the attraction, but finally there had been enough calls and voices of support and above all...funding, for the NSSA&M department to begin training and offering pet play service providers as yet one more means to control the elevated passions of the common folk.

Perhaps she should send Britney to obedience school for puppy training. Having her serve on all fours as a puppy pet might just be the best thing for her. The cute little puppy mask covering her face, her paws and tail accessories, leash and collar...

If nothing else the training would expand the range of services that Britney could provide and that would be a good thing for Mindy's performance review with her superiors. She was finally up for promotion to Division Head and having a current and recent demonstration of her strict control over her service providers was always a desirable performance trait on her evaluations. Heck...someday she might even become Dr. Inon's replacement as head of the department.

Idly, she turned and considered again the offer that had been tendered.

Occasionally, clients become enamored with service providers and will make an offer to buy out the remainder of a whore's contract.

This is usually a bad deal for the service as they have to make due without the whore until the next scheduled bimbo lottery recruits new providers in the numbers needed to make up the difference.

Personnel shortfalls led to increased bookings for the rest of the service providers.

And there was still the delay in training before the new whores...service providers...can be placed into service.

An offer would usually have to be extremely generous for the NSSA&M to even consider it.

And then there was 'who' made the offer. The customer in question was known for being extremely "strict" with his service providers. More than once he had been cited and his account temporarily suspended for "Taking Excessive Liberties" with the service providers.

Bureaucratic mumbo jumbo double-speak for 'abuse' and for 'abusing the whores'.

Mindy glanced at Brandi's customer service satisfaction reviews and noted that her ratings were just barely positive with her aggregate total score of the minimum acceptable 69%.

Mindy compared Britney's record to their star service provider, Brandi and her near flawless service record and aggregate customer satisfaction score of 96%.

Mindy calculated the expected earnings over the remainder of Brat's term of service plus interest, factoring in inflation, the cost of acquiring and training a replacement, and of course, a minimum surcharge of 50%.

The offer she received for Brat was on the low end of consideration and would usually lead to extended negotiations, but as Mindy turned her attention to Britney's annual evaluation she also did a few calculations and noted that Britney's average earnings were among the lowest of any of the feminized male service providers in the NSSA&M. She also had the fewest repeat customers of all the whores in the service.