Made to Order

This is a work of fiction. The content of this story is partly based on a fantasy of mine, there are some dark things going on here. If that isn’t your cup of tea, you may want to pass on this story.

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Kelli sat in front of her vanity and slowly applied her lipstick. She paid close attention as she wanted a perfect result. He wouldn’t be happy with anything less. She stopped and admired her long-practiced handiwork. Her lips looked as if they had been dipped in liquid crimson. The color had been carefully selected by Him for this evening, and she wanted to please him, desperately.

She closed her eyes and let her mind wander the same way it always did on the nights He’d come for her. The thoughts would start with confusion and ultimately end the same way. She would never have guessed that things would have turned out the way they had, and while she had come to terms with most of the things that had happened to her in the last year, she knew that after his visit tonight, things would become more… complex.

[One year earlier]

His mother had found his stash of panties hidden in his closet, and she had told his father. When Kelly came home that night just before dinner, he’d seen the two of them sitting there at the table, his panties on the table between them.

His mother started ‘Kelly, I’m sorry dear, but I was cleaning and..’

Before she could continue, his father interrupted ‘Are these yours?’

‘Dad.. I..’ Kelly was utterly unprepared to have this discussion, and he could see tears begin to roll down his mother’s cheeks, but his fathers face remained stern.

‘Answer me, Kelly. Are these yours?’ he asked again.

‘Yeah, yeah, they’re mine’ he shrugged, there was no use denying it.

‘Are these from a Girl your seeing? or?’ His father knew Kelly wasn’t seeing any girl, both parents knew Kelly had never been on a date, let alone talk any girls out of their panties.’

‘No Dad, they aren’t from a Girl, I bought them, they’re mine.’ he knew this would change everything, he knew that his life was changed at that point. His mother began crying and shaking her head.

‘Is this our fault Son?’ his father asked, ‘Should we have pushed you harder to date? Should we have arranged introductions with some of the daughters from friends at church?’ he asked his son, the same stern look, unwavering.

‘It’s not that easy, I.. I.. I don’t want to hurt you guys!’ he cried out.

His mother burst into sobs at this point, and sprang from her chair, and hugged Kelly tightly ‘My Baby!! My Baby!’ she sobbed into his shoulder. He watched his father, feeling helpless, and while he said nothing to his son, he slowly shook his head, words weren’t needed to communicate the terrible disappointment he felt.

That night Kelly lay in his bed, and felt the world closing in all around him, he hated seeing his mother so upset, he couldn’t take that back. His heart was broken for his mother, she’d done everything for him, he couldn’t have asked for anything more than she freely gave, time and time again. But the look of disappointment on his father’s face was more than he could bear. He wished he could have been what his father expected. He was too skinny, for the football team, and it wasn’t like he even wanted to be on any stupid sports team, but if he could have, to make his dad proud, he would have.

The memory of his father’s face, shaking his head, with that look on his face. He couldn’t get that out of his head, and so he filled a backpack with clothes, and quietly made his way out the front door of the only home he’d ever known, and knew he’d never return.

He was eighteen, he was an adult, but he’d soon be doing quite a bit of growing up from outside of the safe little bubble his parents had raised him in.

Kelly made his way downtown, and from there, took a Greyhound Bus to the biggest city he could afford a ticket to, and still have some money to get started on his new life with. His plan was simple, although he didn’t realize it was also impossible. he’d get a cheap hotel room, take the first job he could find, and build a life for himself. He soon found it difficult to rent a hotel without a credit card. One of the Hotel Managers suggested he try the Everygreen Motel on 6th street, they may not be so formal.

The Evergreen was a dump, big surprise, but they let Kelly check in with his cash he’d figure out the rest the next day, right now he was exhausted, and so he collapsed on the small, uncomfortable bed, and had nightmares until he woke that evening. he stepped out of his room and saw a bit of a crowd gathered around the vending machines near the office. he approached and heard several women laughing and carrying on, as he moved past them, he heard someone whistle.

Did someone just whistle at him? At him?

‘Hey Baby, nice ass..’ he heard a woman’s voice purring. He turned around and saw a short blonde woman with huge tits checking him out, and making sure he knew she was checking him out.

‘Um, Hi.’ Kelly said, trying to act cool, he grinned at her.

‘Hi Baby, I don’t know if you heard me compliment you, but you have a sweet little ass..’

This was not happening. This kind of thing never happened to him.

‘No, I heard you, I mean I heard you before, I just wasn’t sure if you were talking to me.’ he stammered a bit.

She shook her head ‘Come on now Baby, you have to be tired of hearing women tell you what a hot little ass you have..’

He looked up from staring at her huge tits, and she gave him a knowing smile ‘You like my titties Baby?’ she cocked her head to the side, clearly expecting him to answer her.

‘Yeah, yeah. they’re great, I mean, they’re huge, I never saw..’

She cut him off ‘They better be great, I paid enough for them!’ she laughed and walked up to him ‘You want to see what they feel like?’ she purred.

Kelly’s eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, but he still managed an ‘um… yeah..’

She reached for his hand, and led him into her room, with Kelly nearly stumbling along behind her. She closed the door behind him, turned to face him, and said ‘Baby, this is your lucky night.’ Her hands went to her blouse and she slowly unbuttoned it, until her DD titties could be seen, trying mightily to burst out of the lace-top white bra she wore. She grinned at Kelly and said ‘why are you all the way over there, when my big creamy titties are over here?’ he nodded and plodded toward her, reaching out his hands.

The lace felt wonderful, just like he knew it would, he let his fingers dance across the fabric, paying more attention to the bra than the huge milky-white breasts inside. ‘Baby, you wanna play with my bra? or do you wanna play with my titties?’

Kelly then began to softly squeeze her tits, feeling their weight, he licked his lips, and she reached behind her and unclasped the bra, letting it drop to the ground. Kelly let out a long breath and marveled at the small rings that made their way through each nipple. He immediately conjured thoughts of slave girls. He’d never actually seen real live, bare tits before, let alone real-live bare tits that had been pierced.

‘Wow, that’s sexy..’ he managed to say. as his fingers reached her nipples.

She grinned at him ‘You like?’ then let out a small gasp as he worked the rings between his fingers, her breath became faster now.

‘Did this hurt?’ he asked while massaging her breasts, letting his fingers play with her jewelry.

‘mmhmm’ she nodded a little ‘but it was worth it, my nipples are always stiff now, and I’m always horny.’ she reached for his belt, and unzipped his jeans.

Kelly woke in the morning, no longer a virgin, he let a gigantic grin spread over his face and clasped his hands behind the back of his head.

‘Hi Baby’ he heard her as she stepped out of the bathroom. ‘Good morning!’ he smiled, wow, this was great she was definitely incredible and she was…

‘So, that’s gonna be $500..’ she said smiling.

she was.. a hooker.

Fuck.

‘Umm.. I.. I didn’t know.’ he stammered.

She shrugged ‘oh okay, then don’t worry about it, let’s call that one a freebie.’

‘Really??’ he asked, his eyes wide.

‘No, not really..’ she shook her head, thinking this kid couldn’t be so clueless.

‘I.. I don’t have.. I..’ he stammered.

‘Sorry Sweetie, but that’s not my problem.’ she looked at him, with just a bit of sympathy. ‘I’ve gotta call someone, stay put..’ she said, pointing to him. She grabbed her phone, and stepped out of the room, he could hear her talking to someone for just a moment before she opened the door back up, and stepped inside. He watched her, hoping for some sign of making this all better. She finally spoke ‘So, someone is coming down here to talk to you about this little disagreement we’ve had.’ He groaned audibly, that was a nice way of saying her pimp was on his way to kill Kelly.

He sat on the bed, now fully clothed, scared shitless, but he didn’t have to wait for long. The door opened, and a woman stepped inside, she looked at Kelly and shook her head ‘You may be young, but you can’t be so dumb to think this fine piece of ass is just gonna fuck you all night long because you’re pretty?’

Kelly was not expecting a woman to show up, but he was thanking his lucky stars she did, he’d imagined some gigantic Black guy rolling up in a Cadillac that would have kicked the door in, and beat him to death where he sat. ‘Well Ma’am, I’m really sorry, I really didn’t know, I don’t have.. umm.. well I don’t have a lot of experience with this stuff, and well..’

The woman looked him up and down and told him to stand up, when he did, she told him to turn around, he nodded and turned around. She thought for a moment, and then finally said ‘If you don’t have the money, I think I know a way you can get it.’

Kelly blinked, and hoped she didn’t mean he’d have to act as a prostitute and do things to nasty old men, he thought for the hundredth time that morning how badly he’d screwed up running away. But he was in this mess now, so he nodded and asked ‘Umm.. how?’

The woman held out her hand to him, he took it and she led him outside to her BMW that was parked in front of the room ‘Hop in.’ she said as she slid in behind the wheel. As they drove off, she asked if he was hungry, when he nodded nervously, she stopped at a local Diner and they had breakfast.

‘My Name is Marcy.’ she said, watching him over her cup of coffee.

‘Kelly, I’m Kelly..’ he said between bites of his pancakes.

‘Kelly, when you finish, I’m going to take you to a friend’s studio, he’s going to want to take some photos of you, that he’s going to put on a website. Before you panic, don’t worry, it’ll just be photos of you, and you won’t be naked, so there’s nothing to worry about.’ she said, her voice reassuring him, but he still had plenty of concerns.

‘Why would anyone want to take my picture and put it on a website?’ he asked, not convinced this was as innocent as she was making it all sound.

‘We’ll talk more on the drive over, but if you don’t want to do it like this..’ she reached into her purse, and pulled out a cellphone, sliding it across the table to Kelly ‘You can just call someone, and borrow the $500 and we’ll go pick it up.’ she shrugged.

‘I don’t have anyone I can call.’ he kept his eyes down towards his pancakes.

‘No family, or friends?’ she asked.

‘I’m not from around here, I just got into town, and then all that happened, and I thought my luck had finally changed, and I just didn’t have any idea she was a Hooker, and now here I am..’ he shook his head, he’d been gone from home for less than 48 hours and he couldn’t believe the mess he’d gotten himself into.

They drove for a short time, before parking in front of an industrial-looking building, she opened her door and curled her finger for him to follow her. She rang a buzzer on the side of a heavy metal door that was covered in graffiti, and a man’s voice answered ‘Who?’

‘It’s Marcy, I brought a friend with me.’ she said, then smiled at Kelly ‘Relax, this will be the easiest $500 you’ve ever earned.’ she giggled.

The door clicked loudly, and Marcy opened it, gesturing for him to enter. As he walked inside, he saw what looked like several different rooms of houses, all separated, and large lights propped up above each. He reasoned these different rooms to be movie sets, and his stomach tightened immediately.

‘Marcy!’ a voice called out, and Kelly watched as a man made his way in their direction from who knows where. He was maybe thirty, wearing a t-shirt and a pair of Dickies. his arms were fully covered in tattoos.

‘Frankie, you are looking damned fine right now Baby, if I didn’t have this business to attend to, I’d take you in the back and give you a blowjob to write home about..’ she smiled at him, Kelly wondered if she was serious.

He laughed and said ‘It wouldn’t be the first one.’ then grinning, he looked at Kelly ‘Who’s this?’ as he looked him up and down.

‘This pretty young thing is Kelly.’ she said, holding her hands extended towards him, almost as if she were showcasing a new car.

That was the second time she’d called him ‘pretty’ and he didn’t know if that was weird, or normal but it was freaking him out a little.

‘Kelly here, owes me five-hundred and he’s a bit short right now..He just got into town, and met up with Anna at the Evergreen..’ she trailed off, and Frankie nodded at her, apparently understanding.

‘Well Kelly, I think we can help out with your debt, so, has anyone ever taken your picture before? he asked, again with his eyes checking Kelly out from head to toe.

‘Well, I mean, like, yearbook and stuff..’ he said, then shrugged.

‘Really?’ Frankie had a surprised look on his face. ‘You kind of have that model-vibe going on..’ he grinned.

‘Huh? Me??’ Kelly asked, not believing the older man.

‘Sure, I mean, you’re not all loaded up with muscles, you have nice features, your nose isn’t a mess, you’ve got nice lips..’ he reached out and took Kelly’s chin in his hand, and turned his head left and right ‘Yeah, you definitely have a model vibe happening.. I know this stuff, I’m a Photographer..’

Kelly didn’t have any words, he just looked from Frankie to Marcy.

‘So Anna told me he really liked her bra when they started playing last night, and when I showed up, and saw him sitting on her bed, looking the way he does, like a model and all.. I thought of you Frankie..’ Marcy said, she looked at the Photographer and smiled, then pursed her lips as if to blow him a kiss.

Frankie did the same kissing thing back to Marcy and then looked to Kelly and plainly asked ‘So Kelly, here’s the deal. We’ll pick one of these sets, I’ll take pictures of you for about an hour, then Marcy will take you back to the Evergreen and..’

Marcy cut him off ‘Actually, I’m going to bring him back to the house.. and maybe give him some spending money too..’ she smiled warmly at Kelly.

Kelly looked from Frankie to Marcy again, not knowing what to say, Frankie ended the silence by simply asking ‘So Kelly, how do you feel about women’s underwear?’

‘Huh??’ Kelly gasped. ‘I.. I..’ he stammered.

‘Me? I love women’s underwear, fuck, it feels soo nice up against my cock, I’d wear panties every day but I just can’t pull it off..’ Frankie said and shrugged ‘Panties are fucking hot.. if I had the looks, if I had model looks, I’d definitely wear panties all the time.’

And then it hit Kelly, they wanted him to put on some panties, and photograph him.

Part of him nearly panicked with fear, but the other part found that extremely exciting. He loved wearing panties, but wearing panties is what started all of the problems he was facing. Except now, well he wasn’t living at home anymore, and so… If they thought he looked like a model.. and they wanted him to wear some panties.. and Marcy said that would square him for the $500 he owed her, and that maybe he’d get some extra money as well..

‘Yeah, I like panties..’ he nervously admitted, ‘they feel nice, they look sexy.’ he blushed.

‘Damned right they do!’ Frankie agreed. ‘So Kelly, would it be cool if I took some photos of you in some panties? I have a LOT of different styles here, we could find some you’d like, I’m sure..’

‘Um, okay..’ he agreed, now the excitement was beginning to rise.

‘Kelly, do you like sexy stockings too?’ Marcy asked the blushing Kelly.

‘Yeah, they look really nice, but I’ve never, you know..’ he shrugged his shoulders.

‘You’ve never worn any?’ Marcy asked.

‘No, never..’ he looked at her, his face bright red.

Marcy nodded at him, and lowered her voice a bit, and asked ‘Kelly, would you wear some stockings with your panties today, just for me?’

Kelly’s penis strained painfully against his boxers, and Marcy had immediately noticed this, bringing her eyes up from his crotch, and looking directly into his eyes ‘Kelly, if you could wear some pretty stockings, and panties for Frankie, so he could take some sexy pictures of you, I could bring you back to the house, and have Anna stop by and let you do anything you wanted to her, all night long. Would that be okay Honey?’

Kelly swallowed hard ‘Holy Shit..’ he thought, maybe he should have left home a lot sooner!

They made their way into what passed as the wardrobe section of Frankie’s studio, and he brought out several totes, filled with nearly every imaginable style of women’s panties, in nearly every color. Frankie had Kelly strip down to his boxers, he then held several pairs of panties up against Kelly’s stomach, deciding which color complimented his skin tone best of all. He ultimately picked a salmon-colored G-string with a lacy top, and a pair of stay-up lace top nylons that were coffee-colored.

‘You’re going to look incredible in these.’ Frankie said, grinning at Kelly.

Kelly had never been so close to so much lingerie, and his brain was nearly overloading, he was slowly caressing a pair of black panties, while Frankie was talking to him.

‘Earth to Kelly, Earth to Kelly!’ he laughed. ‘Are you okay? you look kind of zoned out there.’ he chuckled at Kelly.

‘Yeah, it’s just, wow, you have so many, these all look so.. wow.’ Kelly stammered.

‘Fucking sexy, right?’ Frankie nodded.

‘Yeah, really sexy..’ Kelly said in a faraway voice.

‘So Honey, when a woman wears panties like these, she needs to be.. tidy.. down there, do you understand?’ Marcy asked.

‘Tidy?’ Kelly responded, looking at her.

‘Well, a woman wouldn’t want a bunch of ugly pubic hair sticking out of such a sexy pair of panties, is what I mean.’ she looked over at Frankie.

‘Definitely, listen, as a professional photographer, I can tell you that anytime I do a lingerie shoot, every model is shaved down there, I don’t suppose you?’ he left the question trail off.

‘I dont.. I don’t and I have all of my stuff back at the hotel, so if you needed me to, I mean, if I have to shave…’ he stammered.

‘Don’t worry bro..’ Frankie smiled ‘I’ve had some models show up kinda gnarly down there, so I’ve got some razors and shaving creme for just those situations, follow me..

Kelly followed Frankie towards the small bathroom with a shower stall, not realizing he had brought the black panties he’d been caressing all along.

Frankie showed him where everything was, explained he’d need to be fully shaved, and to be extra sure, as any stray hairs down there would ruin the photos he’d be taking. He left him to it and went back out to chat with Marcy.

‘So, the standard deal here, right?’ he asked her.

‘Yeah, pretty much, look, honest opinion, is he going to work out?’ Marcy looked at him with a raised eyebrow, her standard ‘Don’t bullshit me.’ look.

‘Yeah, I think so, I mean, there’s a lot of potential there, and you know that’s what they look for most of all. They want a baseline, and then they like to umm “customize” if you know what I mean?’ he said.