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The next morning Kitten drove Claire in to work. Claire said nothing to her about Kitten fucking Claire’s father, and Kitten didn’t volunteer anything.
Claire didn’t really understand her own feelings. There was so much strange going on. She liked Kitten – maybe more than any friend she’d ever had. But when she thought about Kitten she also thought about Kitten’s cunt. And thought how cute – and even sexy – her cunt was. And Kitten was such a slut, and last night she had made Claire feel like her house was some kind of brothel. But Kitten was so much better and nicer than the other girls at Titcage.
Anyway, it was so hard for Claire to think straight now. She never felt normal. For so much of the time she was horny, or underdressed, or looking at naked sluts. Even when she was at home in her room she had to go without panties. She didn’t have a good frame of reference for telling what she should be thinking.
And so Claire said nothing, and hugged Kitten fondly when they got to work. Because anyway, today was her last day at Titcage. Next week she would be back at college like a normal girl, and everything would be better.
She handed in her panties at Michael’s office, and went to work. She snuggled up against Jim’s naked cock as he stood behind her, and didn’t mind when he came on her face twice before lunch, and once after. She opened her mouth wide for the last one, and caught most of it on her tongue. It tasted good.
She pissed twice with Kitten, and the second time she let Kitten kiss her on the mouth while they pissed. It was better and nicer and more loving than when Sluthole did it, and besides, this was her last day. She decided that she liked kissing a girl while she pissed. Kitten cried a little when she realised Claire wasn’t going to be coming back, and Claire cried too, and they hugged, naked in the toilet.
Michael’s ‘panties’ for her today were nothing but a set of red tassels with clips, that he instructed her to clip to her labia. She did as she was told. The clips hurt a little, and of course Claire looked like a slut when she was done, and did not feel at all okay about Michael photographing her mostly-naked and lewdly-decorated twat, but again, it was her last day.
At the end of the day Claire went to Michael’s office to turn in her badge. However, when she arrived she found not just Michael waiting, but also her mother and father.
‘Claire, honey!’ said her mother. ‘We have wonderful news!’
Claire panicked. What were her parents doing here? Did they know that Titcage made her act like a slut? Surely they could see the pictures of the naked girls on the wall! Would her father spank her more for working in a slutty place like this?
‘Mum, what are you here for?’ she said.
‘We’ve been talking to your very nice boss,’ said her mother, ‘and he’s agreed to let you work here the rest of the school year.’
Claire was horrified. ‘But mum, I don’t want to! I have college!’
‘We’re taking you out of college, Claire,’ said her father. ‘Your grades this year weren’t very good anyway. You can try again next year, with a bit of money and work experience under your belt.’
‘Michael here has agreed to pay you a very generous wage, considering you’re just starting out,’ said Claire’s mother. ‘And he says you’re already rising in the organisation.’
Claire thought of her badge – X rank. She certainly was rising. She didn’t want to rise higher.
‘But mum…’ whined Claire, starting to cry.
‘Oh, don’t cry, Claire, it doesn’t make you look very smart,’ said her mother. ‘You’ll work here and that’s the end of it. I want you to turn up for work on Monday, and I want to hear good reports from Michael about how hard you’re working. If you do anything to get yourself fired from a good-paying job like this, you can just start paying your own food and rent, young missy.’
Claire looked around, hoping for some reprieve, but there was none to be had. Her father was nodding approvingly.
‘We’ll be so glad to have you, Claire,’ Michael was saying, a wicked gleam in his eye. ‘You’ve done excellent work here and you’ve adjusted so well to the organisation and its values. Now that you’re going to be a permanent employee we’ll be able to give you a lot more interesting tasks, as well.’
And that was that. Claire would drop out of college, and keep working at Titcage.
Claire cried all the way home. She didn’t want to go back to working at that slutty, confusing place. She cried even more when her dad spanked her cunt back at home, each blow to her pussy making her wetter and wetter, and cried a little more still when she orgasmed under his hand on the final blow.
That weekend, Claire didn’t do anything. She just huddled in her bed, hating her life. She kept her panties off, as she was required to do, and she didn’t hide from the cameras in her room, as much as she wanted to rip them off the wall. Steph came in a few times and tried to cheer her up, but Claire was inconsolable. The only things that seemed to help were drinking her red cordial and occasionally masturbating. Kitten came round on Saturday afternoon to bring her more cordial, but Claire didn’t come down to see her.
And so she came around to Monday morning, and the dreaded start of her full-time work at Titcage.
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