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            Carmen watched the dressing room door with a smirk on her face. It had been fifteen minutes of shuffling and clothes ruffling. “Hurry up in there,” she barked impatiently. But secretly she was loving every minute of the anticipation.

            “I’m trying,” came the exasperated voice from inside the dressing room.

            “Don’t make be break this door down,” Carmen boomed. The dressing room attendant nearby glanced over, then quickly looked away. Carmen wasn’t the type of girl you wanted to stare at for long. Not that she was unattractive; in fact, she was gorgeous. Everything about her was dusky, strong, and lean, and imbued with a fiery Latina heat that was as alluring as it was intimidating. She certainly drew attention wherever she went; large smoky eyes, full lips, cascading glossy dark hair, and a body that drew double-takes from men and women alike. But she was the kind of girl you didn’t want to stare at for long because everything about her said she could kick your ass for it. Her years of commitment to the gym gave her a powerful body that was perfectly complemented by a naturally long, lean frame. She was still dressed in her workout clothes as she waited outside the dressing room, and her thick thighs still glistened all the way up to the hem of the spandex shorts that squeezed her full ass into a mesmerizing tight peach.

            “Come on,” she called again into the dressing room. “Move your ass, cupcake.”

            The door popped open, and out stepped a girl in a pale yellow dress. This girl was shorter than Carmen, and fair complected, but just as gorgeous in her own way, although you got the sense she tried to hide it. Her blonde hair was closely cut in a boyish manner that only accentuated her fine, almost elfin facial features. And she was every inch as jacked as Carmen, her short frame packed with lean and powerful muscle, yet still her soft skin and full-figured curves made her a heartbreaker at first sight. You got a sense she waged a constant war against her natural femininity, and try as she might could not escape her sex appeal. Even pouting in that dress, arms over her ample chest and pale cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, she was still as pretty as a picture.

            Carmen looked her up and down, fighting the smile spreading out over her face. “Wow, Jo” she said, stifling her laughter.

Jo glared back at her, eyes smoldering with self-conscious resentment. “Don’t say a word.”

These words, and the pouty expression on Jo’s face, broke Carmen’s resistance. She erupted in a fit of giggles, her hand clapped over her mouth to stifle the sound. The growing anger in Jo’s face only intensified Carmen’s laughter, until she was nearly doubled over.

Jo stamped her bare foot on the dressing room floor. “This was your idea!”

“You agreed to it!” Carmen shot back through her laughter.

Jo rolled her eyes. “That whole thing was stupid. I always snatch more than you.”

It was true. Ever since they’d started working out together a little over a year ago, Jo had the edge on Carmen when it came to Olympic style weightlifting movements. Her shorter, more compact frame gave her the advantage on the snatch and clean-and-jerk, and she never let Carmen forget it. Partly because Carmen beat her at nearly everything else- distance running, sprinting, powerlifting, even sparring. But Carmen was a perfectionist, and Jo made sure to take every opportunity to rub her small victories in Carmen’s face.

That’s where the contest idea came from. Three days ago, they’d gone out for drinks with their running club after a 10 miler. It was a gorgeous summer evening, perfect for sitting outside on a patio with some friends. Although Carmen and Jo rarely drank, they both shared a what-the-hell attitude and agreed to go out for just a couple drinks. But a couple drinks was all it took for their little rivalry to flare up. Carmen was the center of attention, as always, chatting loudly and amiably with the other members of the group while Jo stewed by her side, gulping down her vodka sodas and wondering when they would be allowed to leave. The other members of the running group were eating out of Carmen’s hand. They blatantly admired her athletic figure and peppered her with questions about her training and her numbers.

One chubby chick even reached out and squeezed Carmen’s bicep. “Jeez,” she squealed. “You must be the strongest chick I’ve ever met!”

“I can snatch more than her,” Jo muttered sullenly. If there had been a record player on that patio, it would have scratched to a halt. Suddenly Jo felt a dozen pairs of eyes on her, including Carmen’s. Jo looked around the group and realized they were waiting for a follow up. She shrugged. “Just saying. She’s not the strongest at everything.”

Carmen’s lip curled up in amusement. Jo realized she was being a dickhead. Why did I just say that, she cursed herself. But she couldn’t put the words back. And she didn’t want to apologize either. She was too half drunk and annoyed to stomach backing down, even under Carmen’s penetrating gaze.

Carmen laughed. “Well, then,” she said. “Big talk from the chick who’s deloading again.”

Jo’s eyes flashed with anger. She stared back at Carmen. “You know I’m right. I kick your ass at oly.”

Tension crackled between the two of them. The other members of the running crew watched in suspense as Carmen and Jo stared each other down. Finally, Carmen threw down the gauntlet. “Ok,” she said. “How about a little contest?”

This was dangerous. Carmen was ultra-competitive, and never liked to lose. But Jo was too far in to back out. “Fine,” she said, trying to sound casual.

“Snatch contest,” said Carmen. “You and me, facing off. Biggest number wins.”

“Deal,” Jo agreed. “What’s the bet?”

Carmen smirked. “Why spoil the surprise?”

X

They met the next morning at the gym to settle the bet. It was just before 6 am when Jo walked in. All the lights were out. Beat Carmen here, she smiled to herself. Off to a good start. But when she hit the switch, Carmen was standing in the middle of the gym, arms folded.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Carmen said in a mocking voice. “I was wondering if I should have brought a lunch.”

Jo rolled her eyes. “You’re such a tryhard,” she said, tossing a foam roller onto the ground. She flopped onto the roller and started grinding it up and down her back, popping all her vertebrae.

“Feeling stiff?” Carmen cackled. She had clearly been at the gym for a while already. Her olive skin was flushed with sweat, and she bounced around the gym with a loose, sprightly rhythm.

Jo groaned as she dug the roller into the top of her thighs, just at the base of her butt. She ignored Carmen, but she was feeling stiff. She’d pushed it on the ten miles the day before, and the three vodka sodas she’d gulped down the night before weren’t helping. Her brain was foggy.

“What’s wrong?” Carmen teased. “You’re on the struggle bus today?”

Jo ditched the roller and stood up. She leaned forward, stretching out her hamstrings. The pleasurable painful flood of muscle activation perked her up. “Why don’t you go take some selfies in the bathroom,” she fired back. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”

Carmen scoffed. “Just don’t take all morning,” she said, sinking into a hamstring stretch. “I’ve got big plans for you later.”

Jo did her best to ignore the pointed comments Carmen peppered at her while she warmed up. She took her time activating her powerful hamstrings and doing some dynamic stretches with her legs. She used a band to pull apart her shoulders, feeling a warmth growing in her arms and back. A growing flush crossed her pale cheeks as her breathing deepened. She was starting to feel ready.

Carmen was already warming up with the barbell, stretching out her tawny legs by lowering it to the ground. “Starting to get cold feet?” she called to Jo. “You can just give up now, if you want.”

Jo rose up to her feet. “Fine,” she huffed. She unzipped her warmup top, revealing a tight tank top that strained against her full figure. Then she bent down, untied her shoes, and kicked them over to the side of the room. The gym floor was slightly sticky against her bare feet. “Since you won’t shut up. Let’s get this over with.”

She pulled a barbell from the rack like a knight selecting a spear for a joust. The weight felt good nestled up against the callouses on her hands. She strode confidently toward Carmen and dropped the bar onto the gym floor before her like a challenge.

Carmen met her intensity with a smug smile. “Ok, chica,” she said, kicking off her own shoes. “Want to start?”

“Fine.” Jo slid a couple twenty-five-pound plates onto either end of the bar and clamped them still. Ninety-five pounds.

Carmen eyed the bar critically. “That’s it?”

“I’m warming up.” Jo positioned herself in front of the bar and talked herself through the cues. Feet shoulder width apart. Strong back. She bent forward. Wide grip. The bar feels good in her hands. Take the slack out with your back. Then- “Hyah!” She pulled the bar up toward her thighs, then with a leap she snapped it into the air above her head. She caught it at the top it in a full squat, her butt almost touching the ground, the weight diffusing through her arms and back and into her powerful thighs. Her bare feet gripped the gym floor, sticking to the foamy surface. Finally, she drove her hips up until she’s standing tall, the bar held over her head. Her form is perfect. It’s easy.

Jo dropped the bar down to the gym floor. It bounced a couple times. Carmen shook her head. “We’re never gonna get anywhere if you keep playing around with those babyweights,” she said. “Here, let’s try this.” She rolled a couple forty-fives from the floor and loaded them onto her bar. One hundred thirty-five pounds. A big leap up.

Carmen eyed the bar on the ground casually. Ice in her veins. She bent down, took the bar in a wide grip, then with a powerful leap jerked it straight overhead. She caught it in a perfect squat, then drove the loaded bar up toward the ceiling as she stood. She held it for a minute, her eyes locked onto Jo’s, a smirk playing on her face. Then she let it drop to the ground, where it bounced a couple times before falling still.

“Well?” said Carmen, hands on her hips. “Let’s keep it moving.”

Jo stripped the twenty-fives off the bar and rolled over a pair of full-size plates. She struggled them awkwardly onto the bar, trying to ignore Carmen’s mocking stare. How did she make it look so easy? Just like every other damn thing.

Jo considered the loaded bar while focusing on her breathing. You can do this. You’ve done it before. Easy. “Getting nervous?” Carmen asked.

Jo ignored her and stepped forward. Shoulder width apart. Wide grip. Bend down. Slack out of the bar. And- “Hyah!” Again, she snapped the bar up overhead, caught it in a perfect squat, and drove up through her bare feet. It was heavy, and her thighs wobbled as she rose up toward the ceiling. She grimaced, arms shaking slightly, fixing Carmen with a look of intensity until she was confident, she’d held the bar up long enough. It bounced back to the gym floor, dribbling a couple times before falling still.

“Looked tough,” said Carmen, walking back to the plates. “How did it feel?”

“Fine,” said Jo, trying to conceal her breathing. Damn. That was tough.

“I’ll throw some tens on there,” said Carmen. “One fifty-five shouldn’t be a stretch.”

And on they went, raising the weight first in twenty, then ten, then five-pound increments. Again, and again, the girls took turns turns snatching increasingly loaded bars. The only sound in the gym was the grunting exhale as the girls leapt up, and then the clang of iron as they dropped the bars. By the time they’d reached one hundred seventy-five pounds, sweat was dripping down their brows and trickling down their spines. They panted damply, their movements between sets slowing down as they stripped and loaded the bars again and again.

Even Carmen was starting to struggle, though she did her best to act like she was in control. “Looking tired,” she said, watching Jo increase the weight to one eighty. “Thinking about giving up?”

“Looking at yourself in the mirror again?” Jo shot back. “I know that’s how you spend most of your time in the gym.”

“Enough talk.” Carmen folded her arms. “Show me what you got.”

Jo eyed up the loaded bar. It was more than she ever snatched before. And the last lift had nearly toppled her. Her knees had gotten weak when driving up, and it took her a minute to drive to full extension.

“Scared?” Carmen teased.

Jo glared down at the bar. Take it out on the weight, she told herself. Show that bitch what you can do. Sweat was dripping down her body. Her bare feet clung to the gym floor with their perspiration, and she could smell the damp heat emanating from the prickly patches under her arms. You got this.

She steadied her legs. Breathed deeply deep into her diaphragm. Tried to banish the screaming pain in her muscles. Closed her eyes. Visualized the lift. Bent down. Grip wide. The iron against her callouses. The slack out of the bar. Then-

“Hyah!” She pulled the bar up from the floor to her thighs, then jerked it high into the air with an explosive leap. But its trajectory was off. Her pull wasn’t there. From the base of the squat, she tried to steady the bar. But her arms were wobbling. The bar was off balance. The weight was coming down. She struggled to drive through her thighs. But she buckled, first her arms, elbows, and then the whole thing was collapsing.

At least she had the presence of mind to push the bar away from her. Both she and the heavy barbell crashed to earth together. Jo landed painfully on her butt and slid across the floor. The barbell bounced then slowly rolled like wheels on an axel across the floor.

Carmen reached out her bare foot and stopped the rolling barbell dead. A smirk of triumph glittered on her face. Jo, panting on the ground, was filled with fury and frustration at her failure.

“Nice try,” said Carmen in a mocking tone.

“You lift it,” Jo panted from the floor. “If you can.”

“Fine.” Carmen stepped up to the bar. Jo watched from her spot on the floor as her Carmen took several breaths before the bar. Her dark skin glistening with sweat. A glitter in her eyes. Her lean body taut and primed. She bent down and seized the bar in a wide grip. And in that moment, Jo knew for sure that she was going to lose.

Carmen yanked the bar up off the ground and hoisted it into the air. She caught it fully in a deep squat, her powerful glutes and hamstrings cushioning its weight. She sucked a breath in at the base of the squat, then with an Amazonian growl drove her hips up to the ceiling. Her progress was slow but relentless, rising from the earth like a rocket ship, arms and legs trembling from the strain. She powered the bar up until she was standing straight- legs straight, arms straight overhead, her entire body one tight line from bare planted feet and up to the barbell over her head that weighed more than she did. She held it still as a statue but for the miniscule vibrations in her aching limbs, that same triumphant smile on her face. And then she let the barbell crash to earth.

            Jo hung her head. I can’t believe I lost. She wished for the gym floor to open up and swallow her. She didn’t think that she could bear to hear Carmen’s gloating. Footsteps toward her. Here it comes.

            “Hey,” said Carmen. Jo looked up from the floor. Carmen was extending her arm out to her. “That was badass.”

            “Yeah, whatever,” Jo replied. She reluctantly took Carmen’s sweaty outstretched hand and let the taller girl pull her to her feet.

            “No, for real,” said Carmen. She was still puffing from the exertion. “That’s more than I’ve ever snatched before.”

            “Me too.”

            Carmen smacked Jo’s shoulder roughly. “You’ve got it, girl,” she said. “I know you have one eighty in the tank.”

            “Yeah,” Jo muttered. She wasn’t in the mood for this part. She frowned at Carmen. “Just tell me what the bet is.”

            Carmen’s eyes twinkled. “What was yours gonna be?”

            Jo shook her head. “Forget it. I’ve got to keep some secrets.”

            “Why?” asked Carmen. “It’s not like you’re ever gonna win a bet against me.”

            Jo’s eyes flashed, but Carmen raised her hands up. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” she said. “You’ll get me someday soon. You’re a bad ass.”

            “Whatever.” Jo chewed the inside of her lip. “So, what do I have to do?”

            Carmen smirked again. “You know my cousin Kay’s wedding is tomorrow?”

            Jo rolled her eyes. “That basic bitch. What about it?”

            “I have a plus one. You’re going to be my date.”

            Jo sighed. It sounded like a drag- she hated going out like that- but it was the kind of thing Carmen could usually badger her into doing anyway. “Fine,” she said.

            “That’s not all,” said Carmen.

            Jo stared back at her, waiting for the other shoe to drop. She suspected it would be bad. “What is it?”

            A malevolent smile spread over Carmen’s face. “I get to dress you up.”

X

            And that’s how Jo found herself standing outside the changing room in that ridiculous dress, arms folded tight and face flushed with anger. Carmen’s mocking appraisal boiled Jo’s blood. Jo hated prettying herself up. She lived in workout clothes and sweats. She prided herself on her bruises and scars and muscles and grit. All her life, she’d struggled to escape her innate beauty. Those features that had caused her to be coddled and patronized and treated like some kind of rare delicate thing to be displayed. Those parts of her she didn’t choose yet were the parts that others always noticed and complimented. Her pretty face, and not her strength. Her gorgeous figure, not her grit and determination.

            Carmen knew all of this, of course. She had been through similar experiences. But Carmen occasionally loved to play up her femininity. She enjoyed the attention, the intoxicating power it gave her over others. Especially men, stupid men who she could hypnotize into doing anything for her with a wink and a smile. But she knew Jo did not care for these games. Jo was stubborn and resistant to playing up her beauty at all. And that’s where Carmen’s wicked plan took root.

            “Wow,” Carmen gushed. “You look so pretty. Absolutely gorgeous.”

            Jo scrunched her nose in disgust. “I hate it.”

            Carmen put her hands on her hips. “So, you want to keep trying dresses on? I bet you secretly love it. Don’t worry, I’ll stay here all day with you. Try on as many as you like!”

            Jo bared her teeth. “Fine,” she said. She glanced at herself in the mirror again. The pale-yellow dress was a short, summery wrap. Frilly sleeves covered her shoulders, and the skirt flounced playfully just above her knee. Jo couldn’t entertain the thought that she looked pretty in the dress, but she knew it was the kind of thing her mother would coo over.

            “Go ahead, twirl,” Carmen encouraged.

            “No,” Jo growled.

            “It really does look fantastic on you,” Carmen laughed. “Look at that butt!”

            Jo resisted the urge to check herself out. “Can we go now? I want to go for a run before this wedding.”

            Carmen shook her head. “Sorry, darling, but we’re far from done.”

            “What?” Jo sighed petulantly. “What else?”

            “Well, we need to get you shoes, too.”

            “I have shoes.”


            Carmen laughed again. “You can’t wear reeboks with that dress, silly. We’re getting you some heels.”

            “Heels?” Jo’s eyes bugged. “No way. Absolutely not.”

            Carmen put her hands on her hips. “Fair is fair,” she said. “You lost the bet. Or are you chickening out.”

            Jo looked up toward the sky, as if hoping for divine intervention to save her from the rest of the day. “Let’s get this over with.”

X

            Carmen spent the rest of the day dragging Jo around town getting her ready. First, they went to a department store, where Jo tried on countless pairs of heels to fit her summer look. Carmen watched appraisingly as Jo trotted around the aisles, legs as wobbly as a newborn foal, dodging around discarded boxes.

            “Your feet are disgusting,” Carmen commented as she watched.

            Jo focused on trying not to topple over. “My feet are fine,” she grumbled back.

            Carmen shook her head. “No. Next stop, we’re getting you a pedicure.”

            And that’s just what they did after selecting Jo the perfect pair of strappy heels. The girls sat side by side in cosmetology chairs while a pair of Korean women buffed out the callouses from their feet and daintily painted colors on.

            Jo sighed and groaned throughout the process. “This is so boring,” she complained.

            “You have to embrace it,” Carmen told her. “Let yourself be pampered once in a while.” She glanced over at Jo’s legs as the Korean lady scrubbed her ankles with a hot towel. “You’re going to shave, right?”

            “What?” Jo hissed. She glanced around, afraid someone would hear. “I- I mean, what-”


            Carmen looked away. “Forget it. I know what our next stop is going to be.”

            Once they’d finished at the nail salon, Carmen led Jo across the shopping center to another small business to get waxed. Jo resisted entering the store, digging her newly softened feet into the ground like a dog at the threshold of the vet. Carmen had to pull her inside and give the girls instructions on what to do. A full Brazilian.

            An hour later, Jo limped out, still wincing in pain. She had never gone through a procedure like that before- she barely ever trimmed the hairs on her legs, let alone her pubis. And now, even her underarms were bare. “Can we please be done,” she begged.”

            “Just a couple more stops,” Carmen told her.

            The next stop was a hair salon, where Carmen watched with glee as her friend Brooke styled Jo’s hair. Jo had always favored short, jagged, boyish cuts, but Brooke saw her close-cropped hair as a challenge. An hour later, Jo was freshly dyed, trimmed, and styled, until her hair was a chic bob that brilliantly accentuated her fine elfin features.

            The last stop was a beauty salon that Carmen knew. She was confident in her makeup abilities, but she wanted a professional job for this special occasion. It was getting on afternoon when the makeup artist finally finished and getting almost time for the wedding.

            “Sorry,” said Carmen as they drove home. “No time for a nap. You’re gonna have to get yourself cleaned up and dressed real quick. The ceremony’s in only an hour. Drink a Bang, if you need too.”

            Jo closed the bedroom door behind her and let the bags and boxes from the shopping excursion fall behind her. This is my nightmare, she thought to herself. But there was no escaping. She started slipped her dolphin shorts down her butt and kicked them into the corner. Pulled off her tanktop that clung to her stomach. Wriggled down her panties to her ankles. Then wrestled off her sports bra, releasing the full, ripe breasts she tried so hard to keep under control.

            “Are you almost ready?” Carmen called through the door.

            “Are you kidding me?” Jo snapped back. “I’m not even dressed.”

            A folded black bag with pink trim was slid underneath the door. Victoria’s Secret. Jo saw it and groaned. “Oh, come on.”

            “You’re not wearing your ratty old granny panties under that beautiful dress,” Carmen chided. “Come on. If you’re doing this, you have to go all the way.”

            Jo sighed and picked up the bag. Inside was a pair of black lace panties made of delicate silk. They were exquisitely soft… but so tiny. Folded up beneath the panties was a matching lacey bra. And beneath them… oh my god. A pair of sheer silk stockings and a garter belt. Jo had never before worn anything so girly in her life.

            “Ok,” Carmen called through the door again. “I’m gonna get ready. Hurry your ass up and meet me downstairs in five minutes.”

            God damn it. Jo slipped the panties up her smooth legs. They nestled snugly against her, cupping her butt and vulva. There was something strangely pleasurable about their silky softness against her freshly waxed body, but Jo didn’t have time to think about it. She slipped the bra through her arms and wrestled with the clasp behind her. It pulled her breasts against her body in a firm but gentle embrace. Finally, she considered the silk stockings and the garter. She hadn’t the faintest idea how to even wear it. She slipped the garter up her legs backward and had to struggle it around to face the right way. Then she slid the stockings up her smooth legs, her thick thighs straining through them. She had to fumble with the clasps, but finally secured the stockings to the garter belt. Oh god… this is too much.

She trotted through her room in the lingerie set and took up the pale-yellow dress from the bag. She stared at it forlornly before sighing and pulling it over her head again. Don’t mess up the hair, she chided herself, before stopping. Since when do I give a shit about my hair? Oh, god. She shook her head and dumped the heels out of the box. One by one she stabbed her stockinged feet into the shoes and strapped them up, trying not to topple over. When they were in place, she stood up and looked around the room. What else?

Glancing around the room, she finally caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. It startled her almost out of the dress. “Oh, my god,” she said. She hardly recognized herself. She was totally dolled up, face made up professionally with blushed cheeks and expert contouring accentuating every line of her gorgeous face. Her short hair was elegantly coiffed to frame her face. And her body… Jesus Christ. The dress covered her strong shoulders and flounced over her thighs, detracting from her muscled appearance while drawing attention to her slim waist and full breasts. The high heels gracefully elongated her strong calves and the stocking shimmer made her legs alluring as an actress’ She was the picture of exquisite femininity. What would mom say? she wondered, staring at herself. What would dad- oh, fuck it.

She tore her gaze away from the mirror and rushed for the bedroom door, nearly falling flat on her face as she awkwardly tried to navigate the floor in her high heels. She clip-clopped down the stairs in her high heels, dress flouncing around her thighs as she hurried to the landing.

Carmen stood there, waiting for her. Her raven hair was tamed into a severe ponytail behind her. She was dressed completely opposite from Jo. Long, slim trousers tucked into a pair of mid-calf leather boots, a trim jacket buttoned around her waist, and… holy shit, she’s wearing a tie. The male attire only enhanced Carmen’s gorgeous Latina features. Carmen stood arms akimbo, staring at Jo.

“Wow,” she murmured, taken aback by Jo’s appearance. “You clean up nice. Look at you.”

“Whatever,” Jo grumbled. “Can we go now.”

“Hold on,” said Carmen, still staring at her. Her gaze had taken on a wolfish intensity. She slowly circled around Jo. Jo felt the eyes running up and down her body. “God dam,” Carmen whispered. “Not bad at all.”

“Ok, pervert,” Jo said, shifting uncomfortably. “Let’s just get out of here.”

Carmen circled back around to Jo and smirked at her. “Sure thing.” She beckoned toward the door. “Right this way, m’lady.”

Jo rolled her eyes. “Don’t start.”

But it was too late. From that moment on, Carmen treated her with exaggerated chivalry. She held the front door for her, before racing to the car to open the passenger door. She stood holding the door wide and motioning for Jo to sit with ostentatious formality.

“I wanted to drive,” Jo pouted.

“Nonsense,” said Carmen. “Silly girl. You can’t drive in those heels.”

The drive to the wedding venue took place in near silence as Jo stared out the window, dreading the occasion. But every couple minutes she felt Carmen’s gaze on her again, and whipped her head around to catch the other girl’s eyes running over her body. She’d never felt so objectified before.

But it was only the beginning of her objectification that night. As soon as they reached the venue, after Carmen ceremoniously opened the door for her to get out, she felt the eyes of every person in attendance on her. Even throughout the ceremony, more eyes were on her than the bride. The bride, Carmen’s cousin, shot Jo a caustic look as she trundled down the aisle in a matronly dress. Even to her, it was obvious who the real center of attention was that day.

This attention only intensified when they reached the reception. It was held in the ballroom of a swanky hotel- Carmen’s extended family was quite rich- and nearly everybody there made their way over to the pair and introduced themselves. Carmen delighted in introducing her around to everyone who approached, for the first time seeming happy to share the spotlight. Probably because she knew how much it embarrassed Jo. The eyes on her, the compliments, the stares… it was everything she’d always feared.

Carmen doted on Jo like a princess, bringing her glass after glass of sparkling champagne, plates of food, even feeding her. Jo resisted, but as the champagne took affect her resistance slowly began to crumble. And once the band started, of course Carmen dragged Jo out to the dance floor once the band started playing and refused to let her take off her heels.

The whole gorgeous outfit felt like a disguise to her. It was so strange how she moved around, her stride in the heels, the feeling of her lacy lingerie softly but snugly cupping her most delicate parts, the way her dress flounced around her like a princess. Every time she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror she was shocked at the glowing, flushed face she saw in the mirror.

Nearing midnight, Jo was feeling pretty buzzed. Just then, the band struck up a slow, romantic tune. Carmen dramatically extended her hands to Jo and requested that she join her for a dance. Carmen wrapped her arms around Jo’s waist, delicately touching her through the silky dress, and looked deep into her eyes. “You look so beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you,” Jo whispered.

“Thanks for being a good sport,” Carmen smiled. “Are you having fun.”

Jo looked up, eyes shining. She nodded. “I am,” she said. “But I think I’m almost ready to go home.”

“Home?” said Carmen. Another wicked grin spread across her face. “This is a wedding. We can’t just go back home?”

Jo sighed. She was tired and her feet were aching. “Please?” she asked. “It’s almost midnight. I don’t want to stay out any longer.”

Carmen reached into her pocket and withdrew a small plastic card. “Relax, baby,” she said, flashing the card. “It’s almost bedtime. I got us a room here.”

They slipped off together from the floor. Of course, the wedding crowd noticed the two of them heading off and burst into a smattering of applause and wolf whistles. Jo’s ears burned fiercely, knowing what the entire wedding party pictured. At her table, the bride sat in a huff as even her groom clapped for the leaving couple, practically drooling.

Carmen led Jo through the lobby and to the elevator bank. They rode in silence to the twenty-second floor, the highest in the building. Jo’s ears still rang from the percussion of the band, and the champagne bubbling in her system made her giddy. She hardly noticed the pain from her heels as Carmen led her down the hallway to the room.

“It’s next door to the bridal suite,” Carmen told her as she opened the door. “I think we should try to make them jealous.”

The room was gorgeous- like a wide and spacious apartment, with huge windows overlooking the twinkling city lights. A giant king bed was positioned in the center of the room. A bottle of wine was chilling beside two glasses on the countertop, and there were already a couple bags inside the suite. “I had a couple things sent up,” said Carmen. “We should have everything we need.”

Jo sighed and bent down to unsnap her shoes. Suddenly, she felt the sharp pain of a smack on her behind. She yelped and looked up at Carmen, who loomed behind her. “Don’t you dare take those off yet,” Carmen growled.

Jo looked up at her, confused. That hunger burned again in Carmen’s eyes as she stared Jo up and down. “You sexy little minx,” said Carmen. “Do you have any idea what you’ve been doing to me tonight.”

“I-” Jo started, but Carmen interrupted her.

“Shut up,” she growled. She was terrifying in those trousers and jacket, with her hair tightly pulled back in the ponytail like a samurai. Jo had been so worn down that day that she could hardly resist Carmen’s commands anymore. Her mouth was dry, and a current of excitement and nervous fear jolted through her body.

Carmen pursed her lips. “Get down on your knees.”

Jo obeyed slowly, keeping her eyes locked on Carmen’s as she sank down to the ground. Carmen smirked up at her from up above, then reached a hand out to Jo’s face. Carmen gently traced Jo’s soft cheek, her fingers gliding over to Jo’s soft lips.

“Open your mouth.” Jo parted her lips, allowing Carmen’s fingers to slip inside.

“Suck.” Jo closed her lips around the fingers, wetting them down with saliva. Carmen pushed the fingers inside to the second knuckle, massaging them against Jo’s tongue.

“Good girl,” she murmured. “You’ve been such a good girl all night. Getting prettied up for me. You were the belle of the ball tonight. But this evening isn’t over.”

She pushed her fingers deeper, nearing the back of Jo’s throat. “You make a good little doll for me. I bet deep down you secretly love it. Isn’t that right?”

Jo tried to answer, but Carmen started thrusting her fingers in and out of her mouth, muffling her voice. “Yes,” Carmen continued, continuing to slide her fingers deeper. “You think you’re such a badass. Such a tough chick, with your muscles and your sweatpants and your dykey haircut. But I know how you want to be treated deep down.”

Jo pulled her head back to complain, but Carmen was too quick. She snatched out with her other hand and seized the back of Jo’s head. “No, no,” she chided, holding Jo’s head still as she pumped her fingers in and out. “Be a good girl.”

Jo allowed the fingers to slip deeper into her mouth. Her entire body felt warm and strange as she stared up at Carmen. Carmen worked her fingers in deeper, pushing back against Jo’s throat. Jo coughed, her eyes watering, and tried to pull back.

“Good girl,” whispered Carmen. She pulled the fingers free. “Stay here.”

Jo obediently waited, still kneeling on the floor, as Carmen retrieved a sleek black bag from the counter. She rifled through the bag until she found what she was looking for. Jo watched her return, and saw that Carmen was holding a black collar attached to a long pink leash.

“This is for my good girl,” Carmen said. “Don’t move. She reached down and tenderly strapped the black collar around Carmen’s throat. Their faces were so close they were almost kissing. Jo was surprised to find herself yearning to feel Carmen’s lips on her. But Carmen just flashed a wicked smile and pulled away. She jerked the leash, pulling Jo forward. Jo gave a little cry and fell, barely catching herself on her outstretched hands.

Carmen tugged the leash, pulling Jo across the carpet. Jo had to crawl on her hands and knees across the floor to keep from being pulled onto her face. “Good little pet,” said Carmen, leading her across the floor.

When they reached the bed, Carmen pulled the leash up, forcing Jo back up to her knees. Jo panted for air; her throat constricted from the collar. “Sit,” Carmen instructed. “Stay.”

Carmen rooted around the bag for more items. She withdrew a sinister riding crop and faced Jo with an evil smile. She gently traced the crop across Jo’s flushed cheek, then gave her a few firm taps. “Oh, my sweet girl,” she said. “I’m going to have so much fun turning you out.”

Carmen set the crop on the bed, then removed her suit jacket. Her long and lean muscles stood out beneath the white button down she wore. She deliberately removed the tie and tossed it to the side. And then she slowly rolled up her sleeves, showing off her powerful forearms. A shiver ran down Jo’s spine from the floor.
“Ok, little slut,” Carmen said gruffly. She sat down on the bed and stretched out her leg. “Get these boots off me.”

Jo obeyed, tugging the leather boots free from Carmen’s feet. Carmen stretched and wiggled her toes luxuriously once they were out, inches from Jo’s face. Jo caught the sharp scent of her musky feet that had been trapped inside those leather boots for hours, and almost turned away.

“Aw, don’t make that face,” Carmen chided. “My feet get sore and sweaty too. And while you’re down there, you should rub them.”

Jo grimaced and took Carmen’s bare feet in her hands. She rubbed them firmly, pressing her freshly manicured fingers into Carmen’s spongy soles. “That’s good,” Carmen groaned as Jo worked the crowns of her feet. Every time Jo focused on one foot, Carmen managed to push the other close to Jo’s face. She tickled Jo’s cheek with her toes, tracing them and pushing them near her lips while savoring the massage. Jo put on a sour face, trying to avoid one sweaty foot while she worked the other, becoming more aware of just how sore her own feet felt still bound up in her heels.

“Good,” said Carmen, finally pulling back her feet. She rose up off the bed and started unsnapping her trousers. “Very good, little pet. You’re getting me nice and worked up. But now it’s time to really turn me on.”

She slipped her trousers down, revealing a pair of simple cotton panties straining against her thick muscular thighs. Then she slowly unbuttoned the dress shirt. Beneath it, her breasts were bound up tightly to her chest with a cotton wrap below her shoulders. She allowed the shirt to stay on, untucked and unbuttoned, showing off her washboard stomach, and picked up the leash again.

“Let’s go, slut,” she said, jerking Jo forward. With the leash, she pushed Jo’s face into her panties. Jo caught the ripe scent of Carmen’s sweaty cunt right into her nose, sending a tingle down her spine. Carmen held Jo’s head still and ground her head into her hips, pushing the damp cotton panties into her mouth. “Let me feel that tongue,” she whispered.

Jo obeyed, her tongue pressing up against the dampening fabric. Carmen kept her pulled up close with the leash, firmly forcing her face between her legs as her breathing quickened. Finally, she jerked Jo’s head back by her hair.

“Fuck,” she moaned, hands racing to her panties. She jerked her panties down her legs, revealing a swollen cunt encircled by a full bush. “You’re getting me so turned on.” She jerked the leash again, pulling Jo toward her now-free pussy. Jo’s nose and mouth were pressed against her cunt, and the earthy scent of her pussy was intoxicating.

Jo lapped greedily at Carmen’s cunt from her knees, her tongue slipping up and down the soaking lips and burrowing inside her hole. Carmen gritted her teeth and groaned, grinding her hips harder against Jo’s mouth. “Good girl,” she hissed, fucking Jo’s mouth. “That’s my good little slut. Eating daddy’s pussy like the little fucking whore you are.”

She pulled back on the leash, choking out Jo’s breath as she pushed herself deeper against her tongue. Tears streamed down Jo’s eyes as she lapped fervently against Carmen’s clit, her tongue lashing against her over and over.

Finally, Carmen shoved her back. Jo looked up, her face glistening from Carmen’s cunt juices and her own saliva, a hunger in her eyes too now as she awaited instructions.

“On the bed,” Carmen growled. “All fours.” Jo scrambled to the bed and crawled across it, positioning herself so her ripe full ass was pointed in the air. “Don’t move.” Jo waited in agonizing anticipation, feeling her own cunt moistened, still tasting Carmen’s in her tongue and nose.

Carmen returned and stood behind her. Jo felt a hand against her thigh, crawling up her dress. Slowly Carmen pushed up the hem of Jo’s skirt, revealing the perfect peach ass beneath her garter belt and lacy panties. “Look at that perfect ass,” Carmen breathed. “All smooth and soft for me. Just like a perfect little slut.”

The riding crop came down with a sharp slap against Jo’s ass, and she yelped in pain and surprise. “Aw, did that hurt?” Carmen mocked. She cracked the crop against Jo’s ass again. “Too bad, bitch. That’s only the beginning.” Tears sprang to Jo’s eyes as the crop smacked circles around her butt, swirling closer.

Suddenly Carmen lunged forward and sank her teeth into Jo’s ass. Her teeth dug into the thick muscle, causing Jo to squeal and struggle forward. But Carmen gripped her hips firmly, preventing her from leaving as she chewed on her meaty ass. “Oh, fuck,” Carmen growled as she pulled back, ravenously. Teeth marks had already raised up across Jo’s butt. Carmen took up the crop again and wailed on Jo, smacking her over and over in a frenzy.

Just as Jo was about to cry out for mercy, Carmen flung the crop down and jerked Jo’s panties down to her thighs, presenting her freshly shaved holes to Carmen. Carmen burrowed her mouth into Jo’s pussy, her nose pressing up against her ass, tongue greedily devouring her cunt. Jo squirmed and moaned at the sensation of the tongue against her cunt until Carmen pulled back.

“Jesus Christ,” chuckled Carmen, wiping her face. “I couldn’t help myself. Look at that delicious pussy.” She roughly pulled back on the leash, dragging Jo up to her knees on the bed. As Jo gasped, Carmen wrapped a strong arm around her stomach, squeezing her tight. Then she pressed her lips against Jo’s. Jo was overwhelmed by the kiss, and the sweet tang of her own cunt on Carl’s tongue as it worked into her throat. They kissed passionately, exchanging each other’s tastes as their tongues entwined. Then Carmen pulled her mouth back and roughly shoved Jo back down onto her hands and knees.

Jo couldn’t see what was happening behind her, but she felt a warm slippery substance spreading between her legs. “Good girl,” Carmen breathed, slicking the oil across Jo’s wet cunt. I’m going to turn you out here.” She rooted around the bag and pulled a couple toys loose. First, she selected a soft plug and drizzled it with oil. Jo squirmed involuntarily as the tip of the plug pressed against her ass, and her sphincter tightened involuntarily.

“Breathe,” Carmen instructed. “It will make this easier.” Slowly she began pushing the plug into Jo’s ass. Jo tried to breathe measuredly as the plug spread her wider and pushed deeper inside her. She gasped as the plug reached its widest part and winced at the strange sensation of her own butthole swallowing the plug inside to its phalange. Fully inserted, it almost paralyzed Jo with an overwhelming feeling of fullness.

“Good girl,” Carmen cooed. She pressed against the plug, jolting Jo with a mixture of pain and pleasure. “I love a chick who acts tough but deep down is a dirty anal slut. I bet you wish that was a dick inside your ass, you little whore.” Suddenly the crop lashed out, smacking hard against Jo’s ass again. She yelped in pain once more, squirming forward. Then Carmen swatted at her cunt, smacking the crop against Jo’s swollen lips.

“Oh, fuck,” Jo gasped, tears springing into her eyes at the stinging sensation. Carmen whipped at her again and again, raising more welts on her ass, before throwing down the crop again. “Fuck,” she grunted.

Carmen reached forward and seized Jo’s pale yellow dress in both hands hear the waist. She jerked her hands apart, back muscles straining as she pulled the dress taut. It hung and stretched for a moment, before an awful tearing began. Carmen roared like she was pushing up a heavy bench press as she tore the dress in half, ripping it at the hemline and all the way down to the skirt, revealing Jo’s supple body and the lingerie.

Filled with animal lust now, Carmen seized Jo by her exposed hips and roughly flipped her over. She pushed Jo’s legs apart and climbed on top of her. One hand found Jo’s cheeks and crushed them together while her tongue again invaded Jo’s mouth, kissing her so deep she almost touched her throat. Her other hand was on Jo’s slippery pussy, stretching out her tight cunt with two fingers.

Carmen pulled her tongue from Jo’s throat, but just as Jo tried to gasp for air Carmen slipped her fingers free from Jo’s sopping cunt and pushed them into Jo’s mouth. “Taste it,” she growled. “Taste your pussy, you dirty little slut.”

Jo obeyed, sucking greedily on Carmen’s fingers and tasting her own juices from them. Carmen watched hungrily as Jo deepthroated her fingers until tears were running down her cheeks. And then she pulled back and climbed off the bed.

From the black bag she withdrew a harness and a wicked looking silicone dildo. It was a ribbed purple dong, as thick and wide as a pint glass. Jo’s eyes widened as she saw Carmen pull the harness up, the silicone cock sticking threateningly from her body.

“That’s right, cunt,” Carmen said, as though she could read her mind. “This whole thing’s going inside you.”

Jo tried to wriggle back across the bed, but Carmen seized the leash and stopped her. “No, no,” she chided. “Be a good girl and this will all be easier.” Jo whimpered softly from the bed as Carmen spread more lube across her swollen cunt. Then Carmen rubbed some lube along the cock head as though she were jerking herself off, an evil smile on her face.

Carmen forced Jo’s legs apart again and climbed between them. She positioned the dildo head against Jo’s pussy and worked it up and down her cunt. Jo moaned as the tip teased her clit and the entrance of her pussy, slicking her up. Her pleasurable moans turned to a gasp as she felt the dildo head start to penetrate her. She’d never taken anything so big inside her cunt before. It drove the breath out of her as it slipped inside, a horrible, delightful, agonizing, amazing stretching that seemed like it would rip her in half.

“Good slut,” Carmen said, watching the massive cock be swallowed up by Jo’s cunt. “That’s my good little cunt.”

Jo gasped as the cock slowly worked fully inside her. Carmen took her time opening her up, the shaft relentlessly, dizzyingly entering inside her soaking cunt. Finally, Jo let out an animal groan as Carmen’s hips settled against her. It was fully inside her. The dual pressure of her pussy and her ass being filled at once was nearly enough to make her cum right there.

Then Carmen pulled her hips back and started sliding the massive dildo free. Fresh spasms of delicious agony wracked Jo’s body at the sensation of the dildo pulling free. She could feel every rib and knob of it stretching and sliding across her cunt. Involuntarily her eyes squeezed shut and she gripped Carmen tight around the waist.

“You love it, you little whore,” Carmen groaned, sliding the dildo back into the hilt. She continued working it in and out slowly, savoring Jo’s sweet moans and gasps as the cock filled her over and over.

Then Carmen began increasing speed, driving the cock into Jo’s cunt more deliberately. Jo moaned deeply and loudly as Carmen’s hips slapped up against hers, the unbelievable sensation of the incredible fullness making her lightheaded. Within seconds she was on the verge of coming, that incredible teasing yearning sensation spreading from her stretched out cunt and ass to all over her body. And seconds later it was there, wracking her body with incredibly waves of pleasure that nearly floored her.

“Coming already?” Carmen laughed. She fucked her harder, driving her hips against Jo’s and slamming the cock fully into her spasming cunt. “You little slut,” she grunted. She reached up and seized Jo’s throat, choking the wind out of her. Jo gasped but continued coming, her pussy tightening around the dildo as it pounded her. “You dirty little slut. Coming from getting your ass filled. Tell me you love it, you little whore.”

“I love it,” Jo moaned, bucking her hips. “I love it. Oh, god, I’m coming so hard.”

When Carmen finished wringing the orgasm from Jo’s body, she stopped. They lay against each other, gasping for breath, tangled matted hair sticking to each other’s bodies, breathing together. Neither spoke. Then slowly Carmen slid the dildo free. The slow removal made Jo shudder, almost as though she were on the brink of another orgasm.

Carmen stood and looked down on Jo, who lay panting on the bed, pale cheeks flushed, her eyes glassy and distant. “God damn,” she laughed, unstrapping the harness. “Look at you. You’re a mess, kid.”

Jo couldn’t even answer. She turned her head away into the pillow. Carmen let the harness and the dildo fall to the ground. “The night’s not over, kid,” she said. She walked up to the bed. “You got yours, but I didn’t get mine. Daddy’s turn to cum now, baby.”

She moved to grip Jo by the hair, but Jo swatted her away. “Lie down,” Jo whispered. “Let me eat you on the bed.”

Carmen frowned. “I’m supposed to be the one calling the shots,” she said, “but that doesn’t sound half bad. She propped her head up on the bed with a pillow and propped her head behind her hands against the headboard. Jo was still laying at the foot of the bed, gasping.

“Ok,” said Carmen impatiently. “Let’s get to sucking.”

Jo obediently crawled to Carmen. She spread her legs and kissed tenderly down Carmen’s dark and downy thighs. Carmen groaned with pleasure and settled back into the bed as Jo’s tongue worked down between her legs. “Oh, fuck yeah,” Carmen grunted.

Jo tenderly tugged on Carmen’s patch of pubic hair, sending the blood flowing to her cunt. And then she delicately parted Carmen’s lips and teased her tongue against the inside of her pussy. “Oh, damn,” Carmen moaned, shifting a little. Jo’s tongue brushed softly against her, barely touching her. Carmen squirmed and reached for Jo’s hair, but Jo slapped her away. “Stay still,” Jo whispered.

She continued teasing Carmen’s pussy until Carmen was arching her back, trying desperately to push her cunt into Jo’s mouth. But Jo resisted, only teasing at the outside until Carmen was panting and desperate. “Come on,” Carmen begged. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Yeah?” Jo whispered. “You want me to make you cum?”

“Yeah.”

Jo pushed her mouth deeper and started sucking Carmen’s clit. Her fingers found the entrance to Carmen’s pussy and worked inside. At first, she only slid in two, and crooked them up against Carmen’s g-spot while she licked her clit. But soon she’d slipped in a third and then a fourth, stretching Carmen’s cunt wider.

“Oh, fuck,” Carmen groaned at the sensation of her cunt being stretched and the warm delicious pulsing in her clit. She pushed her hips forward, desperate to take more of Jo’s hand inside her.

Suddenly Jo pulled back and rose up to her knees. She pushed her thumb into Carmen’s cunt, now stretching her with all five fingers. Her other hand reached up to Carmen’s face and seized her throat. “Yeah, you like me stretching out that cunt?” she grunted, working her hand deeper inside.

Carmen nodded back, unable to speak with Jo’s hand constricting her throat. “Who’s in charge now?” Jo hissed. She released Carmen’s throat and landed a stinging slap on Carmen’s cheek before seizing her throat again and choking her hard. Carmen gasped with the pain before her breath was cut off, and Jo continued fucking her with her hand, working all her fingers deep inside.

“It’s my turn now, bitch,” Jo growled. All her muscles stood taut in her arms as she roughly pushed her hand deeper in and out of Carmen’s cunt. She mashed Carmen’s face against the pillow with her free hand and started forcing her fingers into her mouth.

“Yeah, you want to cum, you little slut,” she panted. “Who’s the little slut now?”

Carmen gasped and sucked obediently on Jo’s fingers. “Say it,” Jo growled.

“Me,” Carmen gasped.

Jo fucked her deeper with her hand, stretching Carmen’s pussy until it was taking in every finger all the way to almost the last knuckle. “What are you?”

“A little slut,” Carmen gasped, the sensation of an orgasm nearing.

Jo slapped her face roughly again. “Who’s slut?”

“Yours,” Carmen moaned as Jo’s hand drove deeper inside her. “I’m your little slut. Oh fuck-” Her pussy opened up to swallow Jo’s whole hand inside her. And as it did, an incredible wave of pleasure roared up from deep within her. “I’m your slut- oh god, I’m coming.”

Her thighs began to shake, and suddenly the pressure inside her burst and as a massive orgasm began to wrack her body. Her cunt spasmed around Jo’s fist inside her, pulsing wave after wave of pleasure through her body as she moaned like she was experiencing exorcism. Jo kept her firmly pinned down by her throat as she worked the orgasm from her body like wringing out a soaking towel.

When Carmen finally finished coming, Jo collapsed against her. The two of them were completely drained from the day’s exertions and the incredible orgasms they had experienced and curled up together panting. Many minutes went by before either of them spoke.

Finally, Jo whispered into Carmen’s ear. “Guess what.”

“Yeah?”

“You may be able to snatch more than me, but I’m better where it counts.”

Carmen gave a sleepy laugh. “Where’s that?”

“I can still make you cum the hardest.”

Carmen squeezed Jo tight against her. “Ok,” she whispered. “You’re on.