I mentioned in my previous email how she dressed me for the event, but I'll add that due to the fit of the dress and the material, it was clear I wasn't wearing a bra and my nipples, still swollen for last nights beating, were poking straight out. First we stopped at a store and bought a dozen copies of Oprah magazine and exchanged twenty's for rolls of quarters. The first Laundromat we went to was rather grungy, and mostly older women sitting around. We didn't stay.
The second one seemed better. It was newer, more mom type women, a few kids, and definitely cleaner. When we walked in, every eye in the place drifted to us; Paula said we'd do it here.
We sat toward the back of the facility, surveyed the crowd and I began doing the routine Paula outlined for me. Cradling the stack of Oprah magazines, I went to the woman closest to us and asked if she'd like something fresh to read instead of the dilapidated copies of magazines people were thumbing through. She eyed me suspiciously and asked me if I was from some damn company trying to sell magazines. I told her no ma'am, I'm here at the request of my mistress and owner to assist you anyway I can. She looked at Paula, shrugged, then accepted the magazine. Then I walked up the aisle of chairs, asking the next woman, the next and so on.
Even doing this non sexual, seemingly innocent task made my heart beat a mile a minute. The two bloody Mary's I'd had over breakfast at her place around 12:30 didn't calm me. Some women took the magazine without comment, others said thank you and some asked what the hell was I doing. I made the circuit around the room, came back and sat by Paula for a minute. Women would look at the magazine, then at us.
We waited for the next opportunity which came soon. When one woman got up to check her washer and take her clothes out, Paula prodded me and said go do it. I went to her and said I'd be happy to assist her, load her clothes in a dryer and pay for it, showing her the roll of quarters. She snorted and asked if I was from the Red Cross or something. I said no ma'am, I'm here at the request of my mistress, nodding to Paula, to make your day brighter. I asked how she wanted her clothes dried, did they need to be sorted into different dryers, etc. She told me and I did my thing. When she went back to her chair, she leaned over to another woman, and another, and gossip and speculation began. I could literally feel it.
Another woman came to me and just stood there. I asked if I could help her. She asked why I was here. I said I'm here to help you with your laundry and make your day brighter in anyway I can. I introduced myself. She asked what's the funny mark on you, pointing to the rope marks leading up from my tits across my collarbones and to the back of my neck. I said my mistress will tell you if you ask her.
This is exactly what Paula wanted me to say. In comparison to other times when I've had to announce what I'd been doing, and it is humiliating to be sure, Paula's method put her squarely in charge of what she wanted to reveal to whom and left me in the dilemma of being talked about without knowing what details were revealed. I found that extremely unnerving and left me at the mercy of what she felt needed to be said. In essence, I had no control.
The woman went over and talked to Paula. To quell my sudden anxiety, I started sorting the woman's dirty laundry and loading it into three washing machines. I noticed that by now viritually every woman seemed to be glancing at me, then Paula and back and forth. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one woman approach me, motioned to her washer and told me to "do mine". I said yes ma'am. I could sense that more women were silently catching on to what might be happening. If not, their curiosity was definitely building. I noticed other women had joined the conversation with Paula and the first woman.
I sensed this situation becoming more volatile and gossip going around the room in waves. I took wet paper towels and cleaned off washers, the folding table, anything to stay busy and not think. A woman came time and said her laundry needed to be taken out of the washer, then another came up. I found myself busier than I could keep track of. A woman plopped down her basket of laundry, and told me to fold it. She eyed the rope marks but didn't say anything.
Farrah came in about is time, waved to me, but went straight to Paula and the women who'd gathered around her. All of them talked for a while then Paula motioned me over. She told me to pull my tits out the top then raise my skirt and show my ass. I didn't say anything, just did what she asked. The reaction from the women clustered around me was mixed. A couple of women's said they didn't want anything to so with me, others giggled, some loved my beaten and bruised ass. I stood there embarrassed until Paula told me to go back to what I was doing, folding clothes and helping with laundry. Women who hadn't gathered around Paula asked those who had what was going on, or something to that effect. I felt about two inches tall, knowing word about me had spread to probably everybody.
Paula called me back over and introduced me to two middle aged black woman, Phyllis, 35, average in appearance, and her sister, Tremesa, 31, taller than I was and long cornrows hair, a couple of visible piercings, lower lip and the side of her nose. Paula said they wanted me and we'd go to a motel since both if them had husbands and little kids at home. Paula, Farrah and I left the building and got in Paula's Infiniti. We waited a couple of minutes until they came out and got in their car. They followed us about five blocks until Paula spotted a not so great Qualify Inn. She rented a room for two hours and judging from the appearance of the place, I doubt many questions were asked.
The five of us went to a second floor room on the back side overlooking a freeway entrance ramp. There were two double beds and the typical veneer furniture. Paula told me to undress . I felt like some hooker stripping for a client which in a way, I guess I was. When Tremesa saw my marked body, she said I was one fucked up bitch. It didn't matter want they said, I knew what I had to do. I undressed her and we kissed and rubbed each other. For a mom of two, she had a voluptuous body, big breasts, full hips, just interesting features. I sucked her, played with her breasts, then went down to her pussy as she reclined on the bed. As soon as my mouth was on her, she locked her legs around my neck and upper back and had her hands in my hair, I didn't stop, I sucked, fingered her until she came.
Phyllis had already undressed and was on top of me rubbing her hairy pussy against the back of my leg. She rolled me over and started kissing me like she was in heat. We kissed as she ground against me then she slid her body up until her pussy was at my mouth. She started riding my face. Tremesa had spread my legs, licked my pussy and inserted her fingers in me. Then she sawed her fingers deeper and worked her hand in. I moaned into Phyllis, moved to her ass and sucked it and anything else she wanted. Tremesa mouthed that she'd wondered what a white pussy looked like and now she had one. But when Phyllis came, Tremesa took her hand out and also face sat me. From there it turned into them turning me over, mauling me, kissing me, face sitting me, fingering my pussy and ass, pulling me open like they owned me and making me cumm. They weren't rough but they definitely weren't gentle. We stopped because Tremesa said she had to go before her old man got edgy. Phyllis, too, agreed she needed to get home.
I offered my number but Paula said they'd go through her if they wanted me again and I'd do the same. After they left, She told me when I'm in a place like that, a laundromat or similar place, you don't give out numbers because you don't know who will have it, what they're like and who may decide to call the cops that you were soliciting. The she told me that whether I realized it or not, I was in the sex trade and I have to be careful. I went with her wisdom and hope you agree.
We dropped Farrah off at her car. I'll probably see her again. Paula and I went back to her place. I cleaned up and we fucked then napped until she had to get ready for a client.
More on that later. Kisses, e
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