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CH 31

The vice that was stuck on her temples kept Lola from dredging up what happened the day before, so she gave up and tried to remember her recent dream. It… had been intense and had awoken her. Lola couldn't remember the last time she had a wet dream but right now she wasn't remembering much of anything very well. She recalled had been at the little prefabricated house he had taken her to on one of his training lessons and fucked her silly. Just like real life, the dream had sex in it, A LOT of it, and that seemed to ease some of the pain in her head. Brandie had been there too, and for some reason that upset Lola in a way she couldn't quite put her finger on. It was all becoming sand and slipping through her fingers. Eventually she just gave up and let sleep claim her again.

When she woke, Brandie was gone, as was some of Lola's headache. Not all of it, but enough to be able to squint and not be blinded. She sat up and looked past the bed. Her room was now filled with Brandie's stuff. After staring uncomprehendingly at was once and empty space, but was now filled with furniture, exercise equipment and a small box with a CD player on it. The room had gone from barren to crammed. Spotting a champagne bucket near the wall next to a couple of red plastic cups that every frat party and bbq seem to acquire, Lola slowly slipped off the bed and hobbled over to the metal bucket. She picked up a cup and smelled it. She had used it at some earlier point and it still smelled slightly of champagne. However, what she wanted was the melted ice water in the bucket scooping some up drink. Ooooh… that was good.

She refilled the glass, slumped down on the floor next to the bucket with her back against the wall and put the cup to her sore head. Under the bed she could see the champagne bottle where it had rolled away sometime last night. Things… things were starting to come back. Images putting themselves together in a line.

24 hours ago. Probably.

The bed had showed up shortly after he had left. Two men had brought in the frame and then the mattresses. A twin, but it was bigger than the whole world compared to what passed for the old one. Brandie flirted and talked to them as they came in, making promises and setting times. Lola had missed most of it, enraptured by her newest possession. Hers. This was hers, and she ran her hands over the metal frame, tracing the small dings and scratches in it. They had propped it up so it faced parallel to the window, which was probably meant to let people see her while she slept. It still creeped her out when she would wake up to find someone starring through the bars at her. Sometimes with their cock out and jerking off while she slept. She'd learned to swallow that shock and put on a happy face, even if it was just a mask.

“You've learned to swallow a lot of things." Her mind added.

“Quite you. I'm enjoying this moment." She said still looking at the bed, pressing her hands into the mattress.

It was only when the men were gone that Lola had realized that the men had been paying attention to Brandie and not her. That made her twitch her whiskers in annoyance. Brandie was a looker; even Lola could admit that. She had no interest in women, but jealousy did play its harp strings when Lola looked at her. Brandie was full of life the way a fledgling adult is, still fit, energetic and probably still growing, not that Brandie's breasts needed to do anymore growing- that girl was straight out of comic book when it came to proportions, and seemed to have zero modesty with them, which flustered Lola to no end. Lola placed Brandie at the tail end of her teens, maybe cracking twenty. If true, that made Lola elder in the room at the ripe old age of twenty-four. Brandie's hair was about the same color as Lola's but went to the shoulders and she wore it loose. Small sparkling jewelry adorned her body winking at Lola now and then when the light hit them. Earrings, nipple rings and a little dangling gold heart hung from her belly button. The height difference made it impossible to stare at the woman's pussy and found that unadorned of hair or accessories. On the other hand, Brandie's shoes had commanded attention- black patent leather stilettos, buffed to a lustrous roar. Two more things that Brandie owned and Lola didn't- Brandie might be naked, but at least she had shoes. All of this MUST be the reason the men paid more attention to the upstart blonde- Lola was a budding celebrity after all.

“Lost opportunities. You should pay more attention to the people around you." Her mind said again.

“Maybe." She responded.

“Ok honey. You just stay put while I got and get my things." Brandie had said cheerfully, snapping her gum again. Lola hoped Brandie was the kind of roommate that liked to share but inwardly knew she wasn't. She noted Brandie's accent again, the way some of her words were drawn out in places. Her “Hey" sounded “Hay" and “know" sounded closer to “nooo".

“Things? What things?" Lola had asked.

“You'll see soon enough. Ohh, this is going to just be the greatest! Like a summer vacation." And with that, Brandie had simply opened the door and started to walk out.

“HEEYY! Wait!" Lola said, maybe a little too loudly. She was panicked at what Brandie was doing.

Brandie simply looked at her, smile fading a little.

“Don't you think that's a bad idea? Just… going out there?"

Brandie cocked her head looking a little amused at the smaller woman.

“Alone I mean. You know, going out there alone isn't allowed right?"

The grin was back but it was a little condescending now, the smell of spearmint drifting around her.

“Don't you worry about that now honey. It's fine. Well, it's fine for some of us, you know, those that pass the tests. Gotta earn it and all." That last part was delivered with an air of smugness that Lola didn't like one little bit.

But then Brandie was gone. Out the door heels click clacking away down the hall.

“Bitch." Lola said and turned away from the door. The UNLOCKED door, she realized, and turned toward it again. It stood there same as always but now was filled with promise and punishment. It promised freedom, but that would come with a price that she hadn't paid for yet. Still she walked over and tried the nob and indeed it turned in her small peach fuzzed hand. Looking over her shoulder guiltily to the window, checking to see if anyone was looking in on her acting badly. No one was, as the window was usually empty this time of day. She turned back to the door and turned the nob again, this time opening it a crack. She stuck her muzzle up to the edge and peeked out through the opening. Cool darkness peeked back, and the smell of the floor bleach and cement came with it. She shut it again, her heart thumping. She really could just waltz right on out- there was no barrel chested thug guarding her door with arms crossed barring her way, not even a video camera monitoring her door. Maybe there was one down the hall but all the ideas she had in her head about armed guards keeping her from charging the gates had been just imaginative thinking. Wishful thinking?

“You want to feel like someone is keeping you here against your will, so that you don't have to feel bad for liking what's happening. We've been over this before." Her mind said. “But there's no one."

Lola was hoping to avoid another lecture so she just shut up. Instead she went back to enjoying her new bed. She got up on it and listened to it creak. There were four pillows. Four. They smelled like they had been in a closet for a while, but when you had an open widow the size of a wall, things aired out in fairly short order. She felt like a kid at Christmas, and lay down in the middle of them, staring up at the ceiling.

Brandie came back with an armload of stuff. A yoga mat, a small wooden crate and a cd player. Then she was gone again out the door. Lola stared at it all, her room now beginning to clutter up. Next came an inflatable excursive ball. When Brandie returned a third time, she was struggling with a makeup table that had a vanity mirror attached to the top. Inside the drawers Lola could hear all sorts of things rattling around, probably cosmetics. Brandie shoved up against the wall close to the door without asking for advice or consent on where it would go. Now Lola's room was starting to feel cramped. There were things to watch out, and nowhere to stretch your legs out if you weren't using the matt. And all of it wasn't hers- her space wasn't her space anymore- it was a glorified storage locker with a few naked women thrown in for show.

With Lola still on the bed, Brandie carefully took off her shoes and put them under the makeup table and looked out the window. “Not bad!" she exclaimed. “Better on the outside but this simply is a lovely view. How'd you manage that?" She turned around to look at Lola smiling a knowing smile.

“I earned it." Lola said returning the smile.

Brandie nodded. “I just bet you did. You made your teacher proud or did you do something “special" for him?" Brandie kept going.

“III… well… I made him proud. I think." Lola thought.

Brandie nodded. “How much does it cost?"

“Cost?" Lola asked confused.

“You know, what do you have to do to keep it. I know lotsa girls who don't have a place like this, even though it was kinda empty."

“OH." Lola said and then blushed. She really didn't want to into the details, but starting a fight with someone you shared a very small space with didn't interest her. To be honest, Lola wanted someone on her side for once, someone who wasn't completely dominant or predatory. “Well… I just… I have to tell people that I like it when they stare at me, at my body, and…"

Brandie looked expectant.

“I have to masturbate once a day openly. Doesn't matter if someone's watching or not. And I film it with a camera they gave me." She said with a flush.

Brandie gaped. “I swear t' ma goodness! That's IT!?!"

Lola just stared at the taller woman.

“That's all y'all have to do to keep this?!" Brandie looked around the room. “That's it? Just give yourself a little tickle and done?"

Lola nodded again, rubbing her feet together nervously.

Brandie just shook her head in amazement, then got a devilish smile on her face. “Ohhhh. I see it now. He LIKES you!" the last part was drawn out slowly. “He's breaking you in nice and gentle."

“I… I don't think that…" Lola said flustered. This was out of the blue.

Brandie didn't stop grinning and came over to sit on the bed, making Lola bob up and down slightly.

“You don't need to think a thing. It's just the truth. And I'm goin' say that you could have much worse than him! I mean some of them just don't even try to keep in shape, but YOURS… Mmmmmmerrrrooooowwww!" Brandie play growled and leaning close to Lola before rolling back and laughing. “OH but he does turn the girl's heads!"

“Ha. Ha. Hah. Hah…. That he does." Lola laughed nervously, not really sure if she should be glad or just flatly embarrassed that someone else wished she had Lola's trainer. Praising him even.

Brandie quit laugh and leaned into Lola conspiratorially, causing Lola to lean away evasively; this girl had no concept of personal space. “Now, what's he like?" Brandie asked in hushed tones. “And what DOES he like?"

Lola thought it was none of the other girl's business what he was like. He was Lola's trainer and she didn't… ohhhhh.

“Woopsie!" her brain said gleefully. “Let something slip there!"

“Shut up!" Lola grimaced.

“Huh?" Brandie asked.

“Oh, no… sorry, just trying to think." Lola demurred.

“Oh goodie!" Brandie said grinning again and snapped her gum.

“Someone was getting jealous!" her brain said in a sing song voice.

Lola bit back her reply. “Well, he's very demanding- very direct. And tall." That was obvious but Lola wasn't talking to a Mensa member.

Brandie squealed and drummed her feet. She didn't move away and Lola figured they weren't done just yet.

“He… ugh likes to take charge, you know get his hands on you." The last part was with emphasis.

“I just bet he does." Brandie said with a far off sound in her voice. “Does he like real girls? You know not the fuzzy kind?" she asked mater-of-factly.

Lola came close to punching the girl right in the teeth, just to show her just how “real" she could be. Instead she just filed it away in her grudge locker and kept soldiering on. “I think so? Hard to tell when I'm with him because he just can't seem to take his eyes off me." She made it sound like a brag. Those eyes of his, they made her feel weak in the knees and melted her insides. Not in an entirely bad way she mused…

“There you go again!" her mind piped up again.

Brandie looked a little disappointed.

Lola shrugged. “Yea. I seem to keep him preoccupied." She was being smug at this point.

Brandie thought it about. “You think he's going to party?"

“What party?" Lola asked.

“What party? THE party." Brandie said her eyes going big. “Oh! Silly me! I might have spoiled the surprise, but the cats out of the bag now." She waved her hands around a little and stood up. “We, here, are hosting a party and I think everyone's goin'."

Lola just looked at her.

“I'm going to be up on stage! I'm not just a CG anymore! I'm up and performing!" She did a little bounce that sent ripples through the still waters of her breasts.

“CG?" Lola raise an eyebrow.

“Yea." Brandie responded.

“What's that? What's a CG?" Lola asked again.

“Oh, you don't know? Huh! Wellllll… you learned the structure of us girls yet?"

Lola shook her head no.

“Huh!" Brandie said again, then shrugged. “There's about four levels of girls really. There's those that are in training, like yourself. Then there's the next ones, the CG's…"

Lola glared.

“CG- cunt girl." Brandie had gone over to her purse and pulled out something black and tossed it to Lola. Lola unfolded it until she saw it was a black spandex tube top. CUNT GIRL was splashed across the front of it in bold yellow seventies lettering akin to the “Keep on Truckin'" posters.

“And before you ask, THAT's a CG's costume. Oh and the shoes. Nothin' else."

“What?" Lola asked.

“Well, they're trusted enough to get fucked in public and not be a handful, but not much more than that- they still need supervision. Believe me, when it comes to the parties, those girls get passed around more than a joint at a reggae concert. They're just for fucking and everybody knows it."

“And you were one of them?" She said handing the shirt back to Brandie and whipping her hands off on the mattress.

“Ah sure was! But now I'm a performer! I just keep the shirt as a memento, just kinda nice thing to have. Lord knows as soon as you hit the floor that thing was pulled up to your neck and stays there. Anyways, like I said, I'm a performer. I got an act on stage and everything! People gotta pay now if they want a little piece of this." Brandie cupped her breasts and give them a jiggle. Lola wiped her hands on the mattress some more just in case.

“And they didn't before?" Lola asked.

Brandie shook her head now. “Nope. Cunt girls can't say no. Kinda hard when your mouth's full anyways." She winked.

“Annnndd everyone starts out as a CG?" Lola gulped at the implication.

Brandie nodded. “Oh yes. EVERYONE."

They both knew what that meant. Lola flushed.

“Soooooooo… what's after performer?" Lola pushed on.

“Those are the stars!" Brandie said with admiration, stuffing her shirt back in her purse. “Those girls? Those are the best. REAL high class ladies. Y'know? They get to go back to the city and all that and work where they want! Anywhere!"

“The stars get to go back home? I.. mean the mainland?" Lola asked her interest peaked.

“Well, sure!" Brandie said. “Do as they please as long as they pay their dues. Just like all of us."

Lola thought about it. “I wonder what dues they have to make."

Brandie just stood in wonder of it all. “Ya know? I never thought about that! I mean, it can't be too different. Everyone's got to pay their dues."

“What dues do you have to pay?" Lola asked.

“Well, if I want to walk around free as you please I've got give head, five a day."

Lola blanched. “You have to suck five dicks a day? Every day?"

Brandie nodded. “Oh don't look at me like that. It's not so bad! Can't be the same person neither in the same day. That's why I was chatting those bed movers: gotta make my quota. Actually it's pretty easy, simple really. Oh, and Don counts as two people on account he's an a-s-s-h-o-l-e." She mouthed the last word silently. She walked over to the exercise ball to pick it up, flashing Lola an O on the way down.

“That's the truth." Lola said, looking away.

CH 32

The man watched the two women in Lola's cell through a monitor in his cabin. He'd had a workman attach one of the small portable cameras to a tree branch while he had been taking Lola out for their run. There was no audio but the picture was clear enough.

“Why'd you stick the airhead in with the rabbit?" asked Alan, who had stopped by for a visit. He guessed Alan was going to ask if Lola was up for general consumption yet. He'd had a few inquiries.

He didn't turn around. “Brandie is going to be helping us without realizing it. Sometimes you need a collar, sometimes you need a stick, and sometimes you need a friendly voice. She's a true believer, she's got passion now that she's been “promoted"".

He watched Lola look more and more dumbfounded as Brandie brought in her possessions and dumped them all over Lola's room. Lola looked more and more uncomfortable.

“Do you think Brandie will make Star? That's all she talks about right now." Said Alan flipping through some of his papers on the desk.

“Oh, no. Never. Well, never say never, but I would be extremely surprised if it happened. I'll channel Gunther for a moment here, “While her exterior assets are ample and easily assessed, her interior potential is limited and leaves much to be desired." He said in mock seriousness, lowering his voice.

“Heh! You've got a real talent for that." Smirked Alan.

“She's got the heart for it, but she's not smart enough for what's needed and I don't think that will change. There's no reason to tell her that though."

“Gotcha. Hey! Isn't this the one…" Alan trailed off, holding up a picture of a rust colored naked female bear, growling at the camera.

“Yes. She's the one. I keep her close to remind me of mistakes we made, and so I don't forget what she looked like." He wished people wouldn't bring up that incident over and over again.

“Who could do that!" smiled Alan. “Man! She put up a real struggle. Tight as a drum she was." He shook his head. “Shame she got away."

“She made me wonder if she was really that strong, or if it was all a big front." He sighed was he watched Lola look over the new makeup table in her room.

“Oh?" asked Alan.

“Yea. Something tells me she's not all fight. The ones that protest the loudest usually have something to hide. Unfortunately, we didn't get the chance to explore that."

To his satisfaction it looked like the girls weren't going to try and pull each other's hair out, so he cut the feed. The camera would come down in a couple days. Things were working out.

“So I was wondering… “mused Alan “Do you think Lola's ready to…."

CH 33

Brandie had positioned her inflatable ball against the wall and had her back to it. Slowly, she used it to slide down until it looked like she was sitting on an invisible chair. She held that pose, counting silently before rising back up. This was repeated over and over again until Lola could see her start to shake when she went down.

“You take this pretty seriously." Lola said appreciatively.

“You have to. In our line of our work, you have to be strong and flexible. You're gonna to get bent all kinds of different ways, and you learn to roll with it. There's not a man out there who doesn't like watching a girl squat down and spread her legs wide for him."

Lola looked away thinking about that. Then she wondered how long ago it would she would have been completely freaked out about being in a small room completely naked, with another woman also naked, talking about tips on how to fuck strangers. That gave her a little shiver, but she wasn't sure if it was because it wasn't causing anxiety, or if she was stressed out over it but just internalizing it all to stay sane.

“You're also wondering if you fuck a lot of men, will they let you go back home." Her mind added.

Lola didn't respond.

“And you're wondering if they do let you go back, who will you really be then? It won't be the Lola that first visited the island." Her mind continued.

Again she didn't respond. She rubbed her hands on the surface of the new twin mattress.

“And, deep deep down, you also wonder_, is that a bad thing_?" it finished.

That Lola definitely wasn't going to respond to. Nothing else came bubbling up from her depths and she looked up again, realizing Brandie was still talking. She's completely spaced out most of it.

“… and follow that up with some arm work, cause you just don't know how many people you're going to have to get off in an hour."

Lola nodded. “That sounds smart. You've really thought this out."

Brandie scrunched her nose up as she beamed at Lola.

“Well thank you now! Ya know, most people just get a little tired of hearing about such things, but you are just a super listener!"

Lola rolled with it. “Well, I thought it was pretty good."

Then the conversation lapsed into a pregnant pause, each girl not really knowing what to say next. It made Lola anxious, so she started grasping for an idea. Anything really.

“Sooooo…. How did you… end up here?" she asked. She only really wanted to see if Brandie would drop some sort of red flag that she could squirrel away for later use. People liked to talk about themselves and usually dropped their guard when they did.

“Well, I was just starting out in college, you know, right after high school. Mom and dad thought it would be “for the best" and that meant I had no say in the matter. Didn't like it much. High school was just fine by me- you knew who you were and where you stood. At the end of it I was pretty much on top looking down. Then, I get start all over again, right there on the bottom."

Lola nodded. She had hated high school.

“So, now I'm going to college now and I'm drowning. I'm absolutely drowning. Don't know what I want to do, and the things I'm doing I know I don't like doing. Thank god spring break comes up and I can just forget about everything for a week. Or was it two? Anyways, I get on a plane with a couple of friends and next thing you know we are GOING TO VEGAS BABY WOOOO!" The last part was delivered in a loud enthusiastic yell.

Brandie laughed. Lola smiled and looked out the window to see if they had attracted attention.

“So, we hit the strip and OH. MY. GOD it's amazing, just amazing. There are so many lights! People are handing you drinks all day long as nice as you please! We end up at a club called XSS or something like that. They had a pool! Chandeliers and all these gold tables thatfacedthecenterofthedancefloor."

Brandie's words were running together as she got more and more excited. Eventually she took a deep breath and paused, grinning.

“Sorry 'bout that. Just… it was amazing. So, we almost ended up in the pool but I didn't want to lose my shoes, and we bump into this group of grade A man steaks. They come right out of the water, just dripping off them, you know, like it was a movie. Honey if one of those sexy James Bond's had asked me I would have dropped my skirt right then and there. No questions asked."

She fanned herself. Despite herself Lola cracked a smile.

“So they got dry and we started dancing. Just livin' it up! All night long, people tried to cut in but I wasn't having any of it- you know when you got the best! It gets late but we want to keep the party going right? So, turns out they're staying close, got a suite of rooms at the Royal Resort. They got us a Limo to go across the street! Turns out they were just visiting a few days and were going to fly out again. We go and I'm feeling no pain at this point, so I'm on the couch with one of them while the others go back to their rooms. You know the rest, he's got his hands on me and got my hands ALL over him, and it is on!"

Brandie gives Lola an all knowing look, nodding her head emphatically. Lola nods her head back pretending to be completely into it.

“So that went longer than I thought and I… well… I pass out. When I wake up, I'm in a plane! A small one, like a private jet, and he's there along with a stewardess and couple of other guys I don't know. Said we were going to an island resort. Now, I was a little surprised by all this, but he said that I had begged him to come along last night and he'd finally said yes, so, I guess I had wanted it."

“Sounds better than my plane trip." Grumbled Lola.

“Anyways. I think you know the rest. Turned out this wasn't exactly a tourist town." Brandie shrugged.

“How'd you deal with it? It must have been a shock to find you just became a captive." She left out, “A victim." But she thought it.

“I'm gonna admit, there were some tears. It wasn't what I thought I was going to be doing with mah life." Brandie said a little wistfully.

Lola nodded, leaning forward.

“But… it wasn't like the worst thing that happened to me. Nobody hit me or anything. Sure, it was scary, and I didn't want to do it at first, or at all. But then again, I didn't want to go to college neither, but I still did it even though I wasn't any good at it and I hated it. Now, I'm good at something, even though it took some getting used to. Hell, I take that back, I'm GREAT at something. I know who I am and I know where I am and what I need to do now. I think that was thing that scared me so much before, it was the not knowing. I didn't know what was going to happen, even if I did really well. I saw people who did a lot better than I did, and they still went nowhere. Life was just going to be this big empty mess of jumping from one slippery log to another. It's not like that now, and I'll tell you what, the things I do feel a whole lot better than what I thought I was going to do."

Lola hadn't expected that, although she wasn't too surprised that Brandie would be happy having to spend time making herself look pretty.

“But what about all the stuff you gave up?" Lola asked.

“You mean; all the stuff I can get back? Just gotta earn it is all. Just like before, and that's if I really want it back to begin with. There was a lot of stuff I was wrapped up in that just didn't matter, and some of it I don't even miss. But like ah said, if you want it, you just gotta earn it."

Brandie smiled impishly and have her breasts a little jiggle.

“Uhhh… about those.. err that." Lola said looking away and flushing a little. “Did… did they do anything to you? To make… those… bigger?"

“What these? Mah tits?" Brandie cupped her her hands under her tits before coming over and sitting next to Lola thinking the rabbit wanted a closer look. Usually anytime someone mentioned her tits they wanted a closer look and feel.

“NO." thought Lola as Brandie came over and leaned up against her. Wild ripples of goosebumps shot through her as Brandie's breast brushed against her own. “THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I DON'T WANT." She shifted away a quickly.

“No, they didn't. oh. OH! No! These are real all right. I got these from my mom's side of the family. Actually from grandma. You think these are big, you should have seen her! In her day, she would walk down the street and cars would run into buildings. Did you want feel?" she asked.

“NO! No. Ha. Ha. Ha. No. that's quite ok!" Lola laughed nervously.

“So why'd you ask?"

“Well, a few days ago, I was in the doctor's office and they gave me a shot of something to, “improve my silhouette." Or some shit." Lola fumed.

Brandie nodded.

“Didn't ask me if I wanted it or not. Just “Hey there! Let's give the bunny a bigger rack!" “.

Brandie just nodded again, she had the sense to shut up when it wasn't a “fun" talk.

“It's my body and I didn't have any say in it." Lola said, her long ears drooping. “Now, they're getting sore. Not bad, but I notice it when I turn or bend."

“Yea." Said Brandie, putting her arm around Lola's shoulders. Lola didn't pull away this time. “I can see that. Well, I mean, how you feel. Ok, I don't. But, I know you're sad and angry, and I'm saying you don't have to be alone during all that." She gave Lola a little squeeze. “Nobody has to be alone if they don't want to."

“Thanks." Said Lola, and she meant it.

They stayed like that for a while, the larger girl giving Lola a little comfort and quite.

“HEY!" Brandie said after a brief silence. “I know! We should have a party!"

“What?" said Lola.

“You know, celebrating getting to know each other. Roomies!" Brandie said with a grin.

Lola wondered if Brandie's solution to any problem was going to be throwing a party.

“Are we going to turn on the stereo and dance?" asked Lola almost jokingly.

“Oh no honey! We're going to go and pull some stops out for this one!" said Brandie with an almost predatory grin.