The Corruptor, Part 9

The Corruptor
Part 9 of 10
karriejj@hotmail.com

April 6th.- Friday
Karrie had arranged to borrow the car from her mother for a few hours in the
evening. She parked outside of Fantasy and nervously contemplated her next
move. Despite her mothers wishes, she smoked in the car. She watched as a few
middle aged men entered and exited. It was nearly dusk, and she decided to
wait to enter until it was completely dark. Karrie reached into her coat
pocket and extracted a joint of courage she had rolled. She had not smoked any
of the pot since she had read the instructions, but decided instead to
practice rolling. After several unsuccessful attempts, and even a trip to the
Internet for more advice, she had perfected the tricky art. She placed it in
her lips and lit the tip, dragging deeply.

A very handsome younger man, maybe 27, walked past the car as Karrie exhaled
out the window. He took special note of Karrie and waved to her. She winked
back at him and drew again. He almost walked into the door as he watched her,
making her laugh and choke on the smoke. She finished the joint and put on her
sunglasses. There was little chance she'd be recognized, but she didn't want
to take any chances. She was dressed in tight black jeans, plain white
t-shirt, black leather jacket, and black cowboy boots with silver tips. She
lit a cigarette and walked confidently to the front door and opened it .

Suprisingly, the store was well lit, clean and looked to be fairly tastefull.
The man working the counter did a double take as Karrie walked past, trailing
an exhaled cloud of smoke, watching her ass twist with each step she took. She
could feel all the eyes in the store on her, lusting after her. At that moment
she felt more powerful than she ever had. She strolled the aisles casually,
browsing the shelves as she looked for her required purchase. Most of the
items were of course geared towards men, but she stopped to view some
magazines that catered to her particular tastes. 

A series of Girl/Girl magazines was stacked neatly inbetween some Gay mags and
Anal Intrusion Mags. She picked the girl/girl and began flipping through the
pages. She let her cigarette dangle when she had turn the pages. The man whom
had nearly fallen outside approached from the other side of the aisle and
spoke playfully.

"Something worth reading?" he asked boldly. A shit eating grin formed on his
lips, and he confidently kept eye contact with Karries sunglasses.

Karrie exhaled casually, and slid her glasses down a bit, teasing him oh so
good. He fluttered a bit when Karries eyes met his. He gulped hard and smiled
back. She folded the magazine and handed it to him, saying "I like this
especially, what do you think?" She drew deeply and french inhaled for him. He
stared at the pictorial depicting two women in a 69, lapping hungrily at each
others  pussies. She exhaled a tight stream in his direction and he just
stared, speechless. She replaced her glasses and dropped her cigarette to the
floor, crushing it with her boots. She laughed aloud, enjoying every second.

She finally found the section she was looking for. Another cigarette was in
order, and she proceeded to light up and hold it thoughtfully propped at an
angle near her face, so drawing would be more easily accomplished. The shelf
was littered with dildos and vibrators of all shapes and sizes, some were
unrealistically huge, and she shook her head slightly as she imagined what
kind of pain they would inflict. She saw one that caught her interest, and she
picked it up to study it further.

It was plastic, and swirled with a purple and white color. It looked fun. The
package said the variable speed base would take her from 'Oooh' to 'OOOOH',
and was a "Healthy 8" long and 1.5" thick", requiring two AA batteries, not
included. Karrie was satisfied this would do. She began to walk towards the
counter but stopped, remembering that she'd have to keep this one under wraps
per Bonnies instructions. She paused and turned back towards the shelf. She
was too horny not to use this when she got home, so she decided to get two of
them. 

She took her two friends to the counter and placed them in front of the clerk.
"Hers & Hers?" he asked. She simply ignored the comment and turned around
while he rang up the total. She surveyed the store and near the back, a sign
told Karrie that private viewing booths were just through the doorway. Through
an exhale, she asked the clerk "You dont happen to have any batteries for sale
back there do you, sugar?" He smiled and reached under the counter, and took
out a four pack of AA batteries.

"On the house," he smiled. "That'll be $39.98." Karrie turned and dug through
her purse, and handed him a fifty. "Babysitting money", she chuckled to
herself.

"Can I have the rest back in quarters?" Karrie asked. The clerk complied and
handed her a roll of quarters. She took one final drag and inhaled. "Be a dear
and do something with this, would you?" She handed the mostly smoked cigarette
to the man.  As Karrie turned he licked the butt and took a deep drag himself,
then extinguished into an ashtray on the counter. She placed both items in her
purse, and headed back towards the viewing booths.

There were a total of 10 private booths, two side by side, down a narrow
hallway. Sounds of women moaning eminated from some of them. She thoughtfully
walked up and down the aisle, reading the small posters that adorned each
door, describing the movies each were showing. She was very wet and eager to
pleasure herself. The whole night had been perfect up to this point. She was
full of adrenaline, from being so bold, teasing, and care free. She owed
herself a nice orgasm.

From behind her, the handsome man from inside slid past her, he made a point
of touching her lightly on the ass. He smiled and entered one of the booths.
Above the door he walked in was a crudely written message. "Glory Hole" was
all it said. He entered backwards, never losing eye contact with her. Karrie
licked her lips and decided to take the booth next to his.

The booth was disgusting to say the least. A single chair sat alone in the
dark. Across from it sat a combination TV/VCR hooked up to a quarter machine
which also took dollar bills. A sign next to it said "$1 = 1 minute". The next
line said "Clean up after yourself". A box of Kleenex sat on the floor. In the
middle of wall, about 2 feet up, was a hole, cut out about 5" diameter. "The
Glory Hole" Karrie thought to herself.

Karrie sat in the chair and rummaged through her purse. She took one of the
toys out of its package and twisted the base. She inserted the two batteries
and replaced the base. She gave the knob a short twist and it came to life in
her hands. She extracted two cigarettes, lighting one and placing the other on
the  shelf that held the TV. She inserted $5 worth of coins into the machine
and sat back, drawing deeply. She placed the vibrator between her legs and
twisted the base. 

From next door, she heard the TV come to life and some shuffling, and an
unzipping sound. She smiled, and exhaled a tight stream through the hole. She
giggled and repeated the process. Finally, when the movie grabbed her
attention, she herself unzipped and slid her jeans and panties to the her
ankles. She was very wet, and her bald pussy glistened in the light the TV
shed into the small room. Karrie held the vibrator against her clit, closed
her eyes and drew deeply. The nicotine rushed right to her crotch, enhancing
the sensations. She slowly slid it up and down, coating the plastic with her
juices, making it slippery. The room was filling with a dense cloud of smoke,
and each exhale was perfectly lit. The pot enhanced these sensations and
Karrie said outloud "... how pretty..." as a man on the video received a blow
job from two women.

From next door, a knock on the wall came. She ignored it and slowly inserted
the vibrator into her waiting pussy. She gasped as she inhaled. She had never
felt so full. She was reminded she was a virgin except the few times she had
played, and taken the liberty to use Bonnies small toy. She pushed it further
keeping steady pressure on the unit. She felt something give and then a warm
liquid oozed out of her, coating the cheeks of her ass.

The knock came again, and through glassy eyes, Karrie turned to look at the
hole. A thumb and finger held a neatly folded twenty dollar bill. "More,"
Karrie managed to say as she slid the vibe in and out in a slow steady rythym.
She drew deeper,  and the hand appeared once again, this time holding a $50.
Karrie smiled, and once again said "More..." The hand withdrew and reappeared
once more, this time  the offering was $100.

With her right hand, Karrie reached forward and took the $100, and dropped it
into her purse.  A chair slid and an erect penis slowly slid through the hole.
Shameless, Karrie dropped to her knees and slowly licked from the base to the
tip of his shaft. With her left hand she kept pressure on the vibe buried deep
inside her, and she could feel an orgams slowly building. She took the head in
her mouth, and slowly swirled her tongue around in circles, and began to bob
up and down, repeating her tongue movements. She felt herself coming and she
pulled away briefly to double pump on her cigarette. 

As she came, she continued to pleasure the handsome stranger. He started to
thrust in rythym with her. Karrie felt his cock twitch and vein pulse, and her
mouth was soon splashed with his creamy load. She swallowed as sudden bursts
continued to fill her mouth. When she had had enough, Karrie pushed the man
away from where he had come and sat, exhausted in the chair. She drew one last
time and exhaled towards the ceiling. She withdrew the vibe still inside her
and turned it off, dropping it in her open purse. 

Karrie wiped the edges of her mouth with the Kleenex and tried to wipe some of
the liquid off of her ass too. She'd simply have to shower when she got home.
She gathered her things and unlocked the door to the booth and left. As she
walked out the hallway and into the main store, she saw several new customers
who had entered in the brief amount of time that had passed. The clerk looked
at her and smirked. Karrie gave him the finger and smiled as she said walked
past, saying "Fuck You very much..."

When she returned home, her mother sat watching a re-run of ER on the local WB
network.

"Back so soon, Karrie? What did you do?" she asked.

Karrie lied and said that she had picked up some friends and had gone to the
movies. Well, the lie wasn't entirely untrue, except her new friends required
batteries and the movies were operated with quarters in small dark, private
booths.


Part 10
April 10 - Tuesday.

The school bell rang and Karrie closed her History book and placed it in her
backpack. She weaved in and out of the hallway traffic on her way to the
library. She went to the front desk and asked to use one of the Internet
computers. She signed the form on the clipboard when it was handed to her, and
proceeded to computer # 7.

She sat and started Internet Explorer, and waited for the schools hompage to
load. She immediately typed www.hotmail.com in the address bar and logged in.
She checked her watch and saw she had 12 minutes until the bus came by.
Hotmail verified her account and graciously allowed Karrie  access to her
Inbox. A new reply from Bonnie was at the top of the list. Karrie smiled and
clicked the link to read the message.

Karrie,
Congratulations with Fantasy. I knew you wouldn't disappoint. Have fun at
Altered Skin. If it makes you feel better, I was their earlier today picking
out what I have in store for you. It'll be lovely and very flattering, and
hopefully not too painful. (just kidding)

Just tell the gal there, Sandy, that you are here from "Miss Kelly's". She'll
do the rest.

Email me when you get home, I'll be anxiously waiting. Only four more days to
go! I cant wait.

Bonnie


Karrie logged off and went back to the counter and signed out. Glancing at her
watch, she figured she'd have just enough time to walk to the bus stop and
have a smoke. She had not told Bonnie of the blowjob she'd given the man, or
the money she had recieved for doing so. Bonnie controlled just a portion of
her, so these details were not important to completing the contract.

As she exited the school, she dug her cigarettes out from the bottom of her
back pack. She lit up and drew twice to fill her lungs. She hadn't smoked in
three hours and her body welcomed the pleasant rush of nicotine. No one looked
twice at Karrie, she had become a 'smoker' to everyone else, and to no
surprise, they didn't care.

The bus pulled up and Karrie took a final drag on her cigarette and tossed it
casually to the ground. She boarded and took a seat near the front. She was
having a hard time hiding her excitement. She wasn't looking forward to the
inevitable pain she heard tattoo's caused, but simply to find out what it
would be. It excited her that she had no control over the situation and was
left to the tastes and mercy of Bonnie.

As the bus turned onto Reserve Street, Bonnie shouted to the driver she needed
to get off at Altered Skin. The aging man just nodded and kept driving, and
eventually slowed to a stop in front of the small building.

Karrie exited and headed towards the entrance. A small bell rang as she opened
the door. "Be right with ya' !" a voice called from the back. The voice was
female, but sounded gruff and gutteral. Karrie purused the pictures on the
wall, showing some of the available designs and pictures of work the shop had
apparantly done. One picture was a close up of a woman pubic area. A small
green stick figure pushed a lawnmower through a partially shaved bush. Karrie
laughed at this and thought it was very clever.

"How can I help you?" a voice said. Karrie, still smiling turned to see the
woman who owned the gruff voice. She was a bit taken back to see the woman was
shaved bald, and had flames tattooed onto her skull. Metal rods were and studs
cluttered her nose. More tattoo's adorned the visible portions of her arms.

Karries look told the woman she was apprehensive. "Dont worry kid, I wont do
this to you. Karrie, right?"

Karrie nodded yes and relaxed a bit. "Yeah, Miss Kelly sent me." The woman
nodded and stepped behind the counter.

"She said you'd be coming." she replied. "Damndest request I've ever gotten.
Are you ready?"

"What do you mean by that?" Karrie asked, her fears once again surfacing.

"No, not what she'd like to have done to you... just the way it was
requested... thats all. You know, 'A young attractive teenage girl is going to
show, up I'd like you to do this and this...', understand?"

Karrie replied, "Yeah, so I guess Im ready..."

"Before I start, you have to consent to this. You cant just do it because
someone is telling you to..." she warned.

"Yeah, I consent, lets get it over with..." Karrie said apprehensively.

Bonnies instructions to Sandy must have been pretty specific. Karrie lay on
the gurney like table with her shirt raised, exposing her midriff. Sandy told
Karrie that Bonnie wanted the design to be a surprise, so she placed a small
curtain to hide the design she was going to apply.

Karrie lay waiting for the pain, stiff and uncomfortable. "Is it cool if I
smoke while you do this?" she asked Sandy. Sandy looked from behind the
curtain and replied, "Its your funeral..."

Karrie took this as a yes, and reached down to her backpack and felt for her
cigarettes. She found them with ease and lay the pack on her chest. She lit
the cigarette and drew as Sandy began the procedure. Karrie grimaced slightly
as she felt the needle poke and jab into her skin. Sandy would poke/jab and
then wipe, and repeat. This continued for four more cigarettes as Sandy worked
her way around Karries navel.

The sound of the machine stopped and Sandy wiped a few more times, the sat
upright inspecting her work. "Thats pretty damn cool," she said. Karrie
propped herself up on her elbows, anxious to see. "Uh- Uh," Sandy added, "Not
done just yet kiddo, one more thing to do."

Karrie lay down again, helpless and sighed a large cloud of smoke out of
inpatient body.

Karrie felt a cold grip take hold of her skin, just above her navel. "Take a
deep breath and hold it for me, honey." Sandy requested. Karrie did as
requested and then felt the tension as Sandy pulled a bit harder, stretching
her skin. Then a sharp jab pierced her skin. Waves of pain shot through
Karries body. Tears formed in her eyes and trickled down her cheeks to her
ears. She felt Sandy insert something, wipe and then release the grip of the
forceps.

"OK, that looks great, you can look now..." Sandy offered.

Karrie slowly sat upright. The pain came again and she grimaced. The skin
around her navel was red from the needle jabs, but a definate pattern circled
her navel. She walked towards a long standing mirror to see just how Bonnie
had branded her.

A halo of small red roses circled her navel. The detail was incredible. In the
middle of the roses, pierced above her navel was a single diamond stud. Karrie
looked at Sandy with an open mouth, not knowing what to say.

"That must have set your 'friend' back quite a bit." Sandy said. "Its
gorgeous, and quite real."

Karrie returned to the mirror and took a full look at herself. The tattoo and
piercing were indeed beautiful and she felt elated.

Sandy began cleaning up the work area, dropping this and that into sterile
glasses of alcohol. Karrie continued to admire Sandy's work as Sandy began
giving her instructions to keep the area clean for the next few days, and what
to do if infection sets in. It was a speech Sandy had given a thousand times.

As Karrie floated out the door at 5:00 pm, Sandy picked up the phone and
dialed Bonnies phone number. "Miss Kelly? Hi, Sandy from Altered Skin. Yeah,
it's done, went great. It looks great. Ok, take care."

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