Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“Good girl.” Tricia released Mindy’s breasts and moved down to the end of the table. She smoothed her palms lazily up Mindy’s inner thighs before parting her folds. “Such a pretty little pussy. So wet and needy. You’re going to come so hard for me, Baby girl.”
Whatever that was going to look like or feel like, Mindy was ready for it. She groaned as Tricia stroked her thumbs up the insides of Mindy’s folds before finding and circling that bundle of nerves again.
“What a greedy little clit. So pink and hard. Would you like me to pinch it, Baby girl?”
“Please. Oh please. Please pinch my clit, Ma’am.” Her words were getting bold as desperation consumed her.
Tricia pinched the nub between her thumbs and held it hostage, making Mindy’s vision blur. She felt herself climbing, climbing, climbing. She didn’t know what was at the peak of this ascent, but she wanted it more than anything in her life.
Finally Tricia released the tight pinch and flicked the bundle of nerves rapidly, faster and faster, driving Mindy to a place she now craved more than water.
Mindy screamed as she reached the top of the mountain and tumbled over the edge. Her entire body shook with the release. It went on and on, her body pulsing greedily, her untouched channel seeming to squeeze in on itself over and over before it subsided, leaving her panting and limp.
And smiling. She couldn’t keep from smiling broadly as she gasped for oxygen.
“My God, Mindy. That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed.” Tricia’s voice was reverent and so very kind. Humbled. After she pulled a fresh diaper around Mindy’s bottom and secured it, she cleaned her hands again and came to Mindy’s side, cupping her face and smiling. “Thank you for sharing that with me, Baby girl.”
Mindy couldn’t help but giggle. “Thank you for giving me that, Ma’am.”
“My pleasure.” Tricia unfastened all the restraints before lowering the table and helping Mindy to a sitting position. She cupped her face and tipped her head back. “Did you come here on the bus tonight, Baby girl?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Please let me drive you home then. You need a bit of aftercare. I’d like to make sure you get into bed and come down from your high before I leave you alone.”
“Okay.”
Tricia looked relieved and pleased. “Okay. Let’s get our things from the locker room.”
As Mindy stood, she reached for her bra, thinking to right it and fasten it.
Tricia guided her hands out of the way, pulled her dress over her head, and removed the bra entirely. “Baby girls don’t need bras, Mindy,” she stated as she helped her put her dress back on.
Mindy shuddered. “Do you want me to go home with no bra, wearing a diaper?”
“Yes.”
“What if someone sees me?”
“It’s really late, Baby girl. I doubt anyone will be awake in your building.”
Mindy hedged before nodding. She was exhausted, and Tricia was right. No one would see her. She never encountered a soul at this hour. Most of her neighbors were elderly people on a fixed income. They didn’t keep late hours.
Mindy was glad Tricia was going to take her home because she was kind of out of it as she let the woman lead her back through the club and into the locker rooms. She stood numbly as Tricia opened both their lockers and retrieved their things.
She hardly paid attention to a single person as Tricia then led her out of the club and over to a blue sedan. Tricia opened the front passenger door and helped Mindy climb into the front seat, buckling her seatbelt before shutting the door.
As soon as Tricia was seated behind the steering wheel, she handed Mindy her phone. “Can you plug your address into the GPS for me, Baby girl?”
Mindy nodded and input her address.
It took less than ten minutes to get to Mindy’s apartment. She spent that time sitting very still, tired but not so exhausted that she wasn’t conscientious about her babyish dress, her spikey pigtails, and her diaper. She always changed back into street clothes when she left the club. This was a first. Maybe if she ran into anyone who happened to be in the hallway of her apartment complex, she could tell them she’d been at a costume party.
Tricia glanced over at her often and even patted her bare thigh a few times. When they arrived, Tricia helped her out of the car and over to the side entrance Mindy pointed out.
Mindy held her breath, not fully exhaling until she was inside her apartment on the second floor. It felt kind of weird having Tricia in her space. “It’s not much,” Mindy muttered, rubbing her arms.
“I suspect most of your income goes to the rent, doesn’t it, Baby girl?” Tricia asked as she faced Mindy and reached for her pigtails. “Let’s get you into bed. I bet you don’t want to sleep with these bands in your hair.”