In Volume 1 we learned that Nicholas had lost millions in a bad real estate development deal. His wife, Samantha, who had grown up in a poverty stricken family in Arkansas, and had left to move to Los Angeles, California to find a wealthy businessman to marry so she would never have to struggle, was not happy about the situation. She had vowed to never end up like her mother, who had married one poor loser after another, never getting ahead in life.
Since Nicholas had lost all their money, but they were able to keep a lot of their assets, including their mansion in Beverly Hills, cars, clothes, well, Samantha had sold all of Nicholas’ designer clothes and shoes because she was only allowing him to wear slutty whore clothes, since she had him professionally transformed into a she-male hooker by her stylist Colin. Samantha also became a high priced prostitute and used Nikki as her partner and introduced him as her “she-male husband”, which got them a lot of clients at high prices.
When we last left Nikki, he had found out that Samantha had video taped their recent session that evening…
“What was the video for?” He asked.
“Insurance.” Samantha replied.
“What do you mean?” He was puzzled.
“In case you decide to change your mind about all this. If you do, that video will be all over the internet with a before and after photo, with your name attached. It will also be sent to your ex-colleagues and all your friends and family. Do we have an understanding?” She grinned.
Nikki felt defeated, “Yes, we do.”
“Good! I’m glad we got that out of the way. Are you ready for our next client?”
“Next client?” Nikki was exhausted and in pain from the last one.
“Yes, I booked a short session with a client tonight. Go upstairs and freshen up. I can’t have you looking like a whore.” Then she began giggling. “Well, look at that, I made a joke. Now go and freshen up!”
After Nikki freshened up, he came back downstairs. He was still wearing the chastity device. “I have some good news.” Samantha announced. “I am going to take your chastity device off for this session.” She told him.
“Thank you.” Nikki said. The device was hurting somewhat and it was a bit relaxing knowing that he wasn’t going to get any electrical shocks anytime soon. That was a relief. A short lived one, but nonetheless, a relief.
The doorbell rang and Samantha answered it. In walked a tall beautiful woman with black hair and green eyes wearing a tight red dress with no bra on. Her nipples were like gumdrops and were fully erect. She had no stockings on, but Nikki noticed her six inch red stiletto heels. The silver from the stilettos was shining. As if to taunt Nikki.
“Erica! Please come in.” Samantha welcomed her.
“Hi Samantha.” She greeted back. Nikki was standing behind Samantha. “Where is your husband?’ Of course she had thought Nikki was a female.
“Nikki, come here.” Nikki walked up to stand next to Samantha. “Drop your shorts, Nikki.”
Nikki pulled his shorts down, exposing his cock and sore balls.
“Very nice.” Erica said as her fingers found his left ball and squeezed it. Nikki gasped as the pain hit his already sore and throbbing balls. “Do you want more?" she whispered in his ear, pressing herself against him. He could only nod. Another squeeze, harder, and she let go. Her hand came away from his balls. Nikki fell to the floor, holding onto his aching balls and shooting pain through his groin.
“Argh…” he grunted in pain.
Some would call her a mean bitch. Nikki called her a predator. “Stand up!” She yelled at Nikki. Nikki stood up. She shoved him down, and he saw her shoes. He had never seen stilettos so close up before. The heels were tiny, the toes were pointed. He gasped in anticipation. "You like my shoes?" she was purring, and she moved her foot against him, gently so he was on his back.
She rubbed that same foot against him, down his chest. And then, with no warning, slammed the toe into his balls. Nikki couldn't help but cry out in sheer pain.
"Say it!" she snarled. “Say you like my new shoes!”
"I...I like your new shoes," Nikki managed to say.
She laughed. "Good.” And then the other foot slammed into his already sore scrotum.
"Mmmm…mmmy balls," Nikki said weakly. She laughed again and leaned down towards him, pressing herself against him, stroking his chest, his thighs. Nikki gulped. She smirked, and then placed the heel of one of those stilettos on his right ball.
"Are you sure you like my new stilettos?" and before Nikki could say anything she pressed her weight on it. His world exploded with pain. He cried out and curled into a ball.
Erica then turned to Samantha and said, “I wish my husband liked my new stiletto heels as much as yours did.” Both women laughed. Erica continued, “I paid over a thousand dollars for these stilettos and I wore them out all night with my husband and never once did he notice them.” She looked over at Nikki, “But yours did.”
“It’s amazing what they will notice when you get their attention.” Samantha commented. “Feel better now Erica?”
“Amazingly so.” Then she looked over at Nikki.
“I don’t think he’s doing to well though.”
“Him?” Samantha glanced over at Nikki who was still in a ball on the floor grasping his balls in pain, “Don’t worry too much about him.” Samantha winked at Erica. “He’ll be just fine. After all, there is always tomorrow.”
And indeed there was. You can read the rest of this story from any of the major book sellers, or also at http://www.vincestead.com or http://www.fun2readbooks.com You can also listen to it in Audio.
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