You nervously teeter on your fur trimmed high heeled boots, and try your best to stand up straight. Maintaining balance is difficult, let alone standing in a provocative way.
“Ah, c’mon!” one of the prostitutes laughs while slapping you in the back.. “Stick your tits out! Show ‘em what;s on the menu!”
You arch your back, your gigantic fake tits bulging out from underneath the thick fur collar. The girls laugh as you put a hand on your waist, struggling to keep from falling over forward. They crowd around you and fluff your skirt out and help reposition your arms and legs.
“There, stand just like that!” Yolanda says. “Oh girl, you are going to make us so much money!”
They all laugh as you mournfully stare down the road at a set of approaching headlights.
“Why the long face, hun? Worried this one will drive by too? Don’t worry, you’d be surprised at how many guys are into this weird freak shit.”
The car slows down as its headlights send sparkles through your pink fur prison. The driver looks at the group, and then at you.
“Hey, meet our new girl - Fifi!” The girls burst out laughing. “She’s a good girl and is looking for a nice new owner to break her in, what do you say?”
The driver stares for a moment, then grins and nods as he leans over and opens the door. The girls quickly push you into the car, loading up the big volume of your pretty skirt and slamming the door. Yolanda leans in close to you and says, “You’re working for us, and we want our money,” She sneers. “Anything less than $200 and you’re in deep shit, got it?”
The car pulls away, the driver glancing over at you with a big grin. You stare down at the big pile of fluff and fur crammed around your cleavage.
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