Just threw this one together. Hope you like it.
"Sin City: Becky's Initiation"
Becky was nervous. She folded her arms around herself as if braving a blizzard. But the air was warm tonight, as warm as the stares from every alley. The girls of old town were watching her from the moment she’d entered their turf. She only hoped they would realize her intentions here before attacking. Since her eighteenth birthday, just weeks before, she sought the adventures only old town could offer. She had felt she was ready, until this moment.
“You must be Becky,” called a voice from the shadows. She turned to see a dark-skinned goddess slink from around a corner. What little she wore was shiny black leather, covering her perfect curves. She was followed by a posse of equally endowed vixens. Among them, a sexy Asian girl caressed the hilt of her sheathed katana. Becky suddenly realized she had arrived completely unarmed, and completely over dressed.
“I’m Gail,” the goddess announced herself, “and you are definitely not dressed for the occasion.”
“I didn’t know what to wear,” Becky replied.
Gail flashed a devilish grin, accompanied by a knowing laughter from her cohorts.
“We’ll take care of that. Just follow Miho into that beauty parlor.” She gestured toward an abandoned salon. The Asian woman, Miho, motioned for Becky to follow her.
The parlor had been roughly renovated. The mirrors all now surrounded a single chair, which had been reconstructed to resemble something from a medieval dungeon. Becky heard the door slam behind her, and Gail and the rest of the crew now stood inside, one of which bolted the door. This made Becky no less nervous.
“Strip,” Gail ordered.
Becky tried not to hesitate. She undressed as Gail spoke to her.
“It’s this simple, Becky. We make the rules here in Old Town. That means, when you’re one of us, you make the rules too. You don’t go with any man unless you want to. You get to choose, no matter how much he offers. Tonight especially, you will have a lot to choose from.”
“How’s that?” Becky asked, slipping out of her panties. She stood naked before them now. Pale, shaved, and fantastically toned. She made no attempt to cover herself.
“Because it’s your first night, Becky.”
“But how will the customers know that,” Becky asked.
The girls all laughed now as Gail answered, “Because that’s what you’re wearing tonight.”
Becky gasped, “What?! I can’t do that. They’ll eat me alive out there!”
Gail put a hand on Becky’s shoulder, “In ten minutes, Becky, that’s just what you’ll want them to do.”
Before Becky could speak again, Miho grabbed her and drug her to the chair. She strapped her hands far above her head, while two of the other girls tied her feet to the chair, her legs spread completely apart.
“What is this? What are you doing?” Becky insisted.
“My dear, this is your initiation,” Gail winked to the others, “and your preparation.”
“Preparation? I don’t need any prepar…” Becky gasped loudly and swallowed hard as a dozen hands were instantly upon her, long nails teasing her flesh in all the right ways. Professionals in every since of the word.
Becky threw her head back and writhed in the seat. She had not planned for anything like this earlier that night. The hands were moving across her thighs, her stomach. Barely touching, but touching enough. They explored every inch of her, but perfectly avoided her most intimate location. The teasing was magnificent. Then Miho traced Becky’s ribs with her fingers. Becky shrieked pleasantly, and Miho shot a knowing glance Gail’s way.
“Ticklish,” Gail stated, “They pay double for that.”
“But I don’t like to be…” again Becky’s words were cut short. This time she squealed with delight as the girls all at once switched gears from tantalizing to extreme tickling. She hadn’t liked to be tickled, until now!
Most of the girls used their hands, but some were getting creative. One counted Becky’s toes with her tongue, while another dangled the fine hairs of her whip around the poor girl’s navel. She couldn’t focus, bombarded by countless sensations.
Miho’s fingertips emulated feathers in Becky’s arm pits. Becky had stopped laughing now…she was panting, moaning in seduction. Her sex ached to be touched. She was in a trance, a sweet trance.
“Say the word,” Gail smiled, her finger poised just above Becky’s clitoris.
“Never,” Becky giggled, her nerves awash in ticklish heaven. She stretched her groin toward Gail’s fingertip, but came just shy. She could feel the static from Gail’s flesh a millimeter away from her blissful spot, but alas could not reach it.
“Say it,” Gail licked her lips.
“No…”
“Say it, Becky.”
She needed the release, or she would go mad. The word poured from her young lips, “More.”
Then they stopped, all at once. In seconds she was untied, her blushing body covered in sweat, advertising her insatiably hungered arousal. Before she could complain, they led her to the front door and opened it. The girls presented the nude and titillated Becky to a crowd of wanting men, all waving fistfuls of cash at her. She was right on edge, wanted every single one of them. She didn’t stand a chance; they WERE going to eat her alive. And she would beg them to do it.
"Sin City: Becky's Initiation"
Becky was nervous. She folded her arms around herself as if braving a blizzard. But the air was warm tonight, as warm as the stares from every alley. The girls of old town were watching her from the moment she’d entered their turf. She only hoped they would realize her intentions here before attacking. Since her eighteenth birthday, just weeks before, she sought the adventures only old town could offer. She had felt she was ready, until this moment.
“You must be Becky,” called a voice from the shadows. She turned to see a dark-skinned goddess slink from around a corner. What little she wore was shiny black leather, covering her perfect curves. She was followed by a posse of equally endowed vixens. Among them, a sexy Asian girl caressed the hilt of her sheathed katana. Becky suddenly realized she had arrived completely unarmed, and completely over dressed.
“I’m Gail,” the goddess announced herself, “and you are definitely not dressed for the occasion.”
“I didn’t know what to wear,” Becky replied.
Gail flashed a devilish grin, accompanied by a knowing laughter from her cohorts.
“We’ll take care of that. Just follow Miho into that beauty parlor.” She gestured toward an abandoned salon. The Asian woman, Miho, motioned for Becky to follow her.
The parlor had been roughly renovated. The mirrors all now surrounded a single chair, which had been reconstructed to resemble something from a medieval dungeon. Becky heard the door slam behind her, and Gail and the rest of the crew now stood inside, one of which bolted the door. This made Becky no less nervous.
“Strip,” Gail ordered.
Becky tried not to hesitate. She undressed as Gail spoke to her.
“It’s this simple, Becky. We make the rules here in Old Town. That means, when you’re one of us, you make the rules too. You don’t go with any man unless you want to. You get to choose, no matter how much he offers. Tonight especially, you will have a lot to choose from.”
“How’s that?” Becky asked, slipping out of her panties. She stood naked before them now. Pale, shaved, and fantastically toned. She made no attempt to cover herself.
“Because it’s your first night, Becky.”
“But how will the customers know that,” Becky asked.
The girls all laughed now as Gail answered, “Because that’s what you’re wearing tonight.”
Becky gasped, “What?! I can’t do that. They’ll eat me alive out there!”
Gail put a hand on Becky’s shoulder, “In ten minutes, Becky, that’s just what you’ll want them to do.”
Before Becky could speak again, Miho grabbed her and drug her to the chair. She strapped her hands far above her head, while two of the other girls tied her feet to the chair, her legs spread completely apart.
“What is this? What are you doing?” Becky insisted.
“My dear, this is your initiation,” Gail winked to the others, “and your preparation.”
“Preparation? I don’t need any prepar…” Becky gasped loudly and swallowed hard as a dozen hands were instantly upon her, long nails teasing her flesh in all the right ways. Professionals in every since of the word.
Becky threw her head back and writhed in the seat. She had not planned for anything like this earlier that night. The hands were moving across her thighs, her stomach. Barely touching, but touching enough. They explored every inch of her, but perfectly avoided her most intimate location. The teasing was magnificent. Then Miho traced Becky’s ribs with her fingers. Becky shrieked pleasantly, and Miho shot a knowing glance Gail’s way.
“Ticklish,” Gail stated, “They pay double for that.”
“But I don’t like to be…” again Becky’s words were cut short. This time she squealed with delight as the girls all at once switched gears from tantalizing to extreme tickling. She hadn’t liked to be tickled, until now!
Most of the girls used their hands, but some were getting creative. One counted Becky’s toes with her tongue, while another dangled the fine hairs of her whip around the poor girl’s navel. She couldn’t focus, bombarded by countless sensations.
Miho’s fingertips emulated feathers in Becky’s arm pits. Becky had stopped laughing now…she was panting, moaning in seduction. Her sex ached to be touched. She was in a trance, a sweet trance.
“Say the word,” Gail smiled, her finger poised just above Becky’s clitoris.
“Never,” Becky giggled, her nerves awash in ticklish heaven. She stretched her groin toward Gail’s fingertip, but came just shy. She could feel the static from Gail’s flesh a millimeter away from her blissful spot, but alas could not reach it.
“Say it,” Gail licked her lips.
“No…”
“Say it, Becky.”
She needed the release, or she would go mad. The word poured from her young lips, “More.”
Then they stopped, all at once. In seconds she was untied, her blushing body covered in sweat, advertising her insatiably hungered arousal. Before she could complain, they led her to the front door and opened it. The girls presented the nude and titillated Becky to a crowd of wanting men, all waving fistfuls of cash at her. She was right on edge, wanted every single one of them. She didn’t stand a chance; they WERE going to eat her alive. And she would beg them to do it.
