Queen Of The Trailer Park

Just when things were going sideways for Matt, Trixie was there. The hottest woman in the trailer park, all curves and bottle-blonde bouffant hair. He needed a place to stay, and she had a room. Trixie wanted just one thing in return for it. For Matt to never wear a stitch of clothing in her presence. What started as a good deal ended up being a life-changing event.

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Dear Slave,

I have left you as a present for my friend, and I want you to behave with her as you would if I were at home. I’ll see you tonight after my shift at the salon. Enjoy.

Trixie.

I turned toward the beautiful woman and couldn’t keep my eyes from dropping into the deep cleavage revealed by the V-neck of her tight blue dress. She wore dark stockings with black high-heeled pumps and a matching black patent leather belt. She was the picture of seductive elegance.

“I’m Michelle,” she said, extending her hand. I shook it gently. “Trixie and I are old friends, and I’ve come over to meet you.”

I swallowed. “Me?”

Michelle nodded and leaned in conspiratorially. “She’s told me so many wonderful things about you.” The lovely brunette stepped back a couple of steps and examined me. “She tells me you have been enjoying your little ‘arrangement’.”

Her smoldering dark eyes met mine, and she cleared her throat and continued. “I’m having a party soon, and I was wondering if you’d like to come and be part of the evening’s entertainment.”

My eyes opened wide. “Just me or Trixie and me?”

She blinked hard. “Just you. Trixie will be my guest.”

I looked at her, a little astounded. “And I’ll be … naked.”

She shrugged. “If you pass muster.”

Being naked around Trixie and one or two of her friends was one thing. But to be naked in a room full of people … the idea made my heart pound like a trip hammer.

“What do … what do I have to do?” I asked. She just raised an eyebrow at me and gave me a ‘what do you think?’ look. I nodded and stepped back. “I’ll go aaaand, get out of these clothes.”

She stepped back close and smiled. “That’s a good slave. But do me a favor and grab a shower … and shave, please.”

I got with the program at that point. “Yes, Mistress.” Her smile told me it was the correct answer.

Ten minutes later, I stood before her, naked as the day I was born. She sat in the recliner again and smiled as she examined my body. I didn’t want to seem too eager, but I couldn’t keep from getting excited in front of the gorgeous woman. She didn’t seem offended.

“Mmm. Very nice. I’ve been telling her for years to get a nice young boy-toy, but she has always loved rough men.”

I cleared my throat. “If I may ask, how do you two know each other?”

She looked up into my eyes. “She and I worked together for many years.” To me, that said they had likely both worked as strippers or escorts. They looked of a similar age. “But I was just luckier than she was, and didn’t end up in a trailer park, where I started.”

My look must have expressed my need for more information, and she gave me a sly look. “I managed the dream of every showgirl. I married a rich old man, who left me a widow before I was forty-five.” She giggled. “But I made sure he enjoyed the hell out of life before he went. I’ve been enjoying myself ever since.”

“So, umm … what sort of party is it?”

She glanced at me and smiled. “Just a quiet get-together with some of Trixie and my old friends,” she said with a smile. Her appreciative expression made me feel good. “Do you think you can handle being surrounded by about twenty women?”

“I’ll be the only one naked?” I asked hesitantly.