Two hundred for hazard pay

"Doesn't it suit him?" Marina enthusiastically asked her friend.

"Yes. Didn't expect such an effect," Daria confirmed. "Mind-blowing. You're simply a magician, the makeup is incredible. Oooh, I have a feeling our 'girl' will be a sensation."

"Can't wait to try it out soon..."

"There's only one way," Daria smirked. "We just have to try it."

German Grigorievich Sedlov, a thirty-three-year-old party activist, athlete, and city council deputy, stood helplessly between his dear wife and her bosom buddy. Meanwhile, the women were conducting their lively and fascinating conversation as if he didn't exist at all.

Ten

years ago, Sedlov married a modest but determined student, Dasha. His mother, after meeting his future bride, stated categorically: "She's just what you need! You're a spineless intellectual, just like your father. You'll be lost without Daria."

Daria, to her mother-in-law's delight, took upon herself all the organizational and financial-household concerns of the family. She knew exactly where and when he should go, what to wear, what gifts to give to his superiors, and how to spend his leisure time.

Years passed. Daria's steely character hardened. Her husband truly came to understand just how strong-willed his wife could be. Her dominant character traits unfolded in full force. Especially since, by nature, German turned out to be a latent masochist. The strongest and most intense sexual experiences he received were when he was humiliated, suppressed, and forced into actions that a normal person would never undertake. Daria initially indulged her husband's perverted fantasies, not without benefit to herself, and then completely seized the initiative. Without even noticing, German fell into complete dependence on his wife.

And not just his wife. Marina, a girl with a character to match the wife, took a keen interest and active part in the "education" of the husband. She entered the married couple's life thanks to a mundane cliché—the boss and the lovely secretary. German had been careless enough to get carried away, but he didn't consider that women could find common ground. In both the literal and figurative sense. Kindred spirits.

The culmination of the systematic educational work was what was now looking at itself in the long mirror, standing between two charming women.

In the morning, he was placed in a hot bath. After that, laughing uncontrollably, the friends spent a long time meticulously removing all the hair from his body, leaving only a lush head of hair. Otherwise, he was as naked as a newborn. Then they selected his wardrobe. This wasn't too difficult because Sedlov wasn't tall and had a slender build. Even before marriage, German and Daria could easily, by mistake, put on each other's jeans or sweaters, and no one would notice. His legs and arms were, of course, larger than a woman's, but this fit within the framework of individual deviations. Is a woman with size 40 feet really such a rarity?

The ladies took particular pleasure in choosing the underwear. German tried on a mountain of lace panties of various styles and dozens of bras of all kinds and colors. When it came to tights and stockings, his suffering tripled. He pulled on opaque tights, fishnets, ones with slits and cutouts, patterned and sheer, lace stockings, with garters and without, thigh-highs and knee-highs, silk, nylon, sheer, cotton... And the variety of colors and their combination with the panties and bra turned the procedure into hell. To top it off, let's remember that there are many options for shoes and accessories...

The show was conducted in the most humiliating and exciting way for German. No other clothing besides shoes and tights or stockings was allowed. His smooth, naked body amused the friends, especially his sexual organ in an aroused state. When his member wilted even a little, the indignant women demanded he immediately "put it in order." The mentally and physically exhausted stripper walked, turned, struck poses, and fulfilled other whims of the merry friends. The poor man spent the entire day in a state of sexual arousal. Usually, as a reward for good behavior, he was given the opportunity to release, even if in some perverted way, but not today. To his pleading looks and requests came the unwavering answer: "Endure it!"

Later, Marina took over—makeup, hairstyle, fake nails, costume jewelry. The women were in indescribable delight when they painted his toenails with cherry polish. Daria laughed like crazy and swore that from now on he would only go out like that. They acted out scenes of him taking off his socks, say, in a sauna at the next men's party, or going to the beach in open sandals.

As a result of all their efforts, a tall brunette in a narrow short leather skirt with a belt and a chartreuse silk blouse matching her eye and eyeshadow color was sadly examining herself in the mirror. Bright lips, false eyelashes, and a heavy layer of powder on her face gave the image a certain vulgarity, but overall the "girl" around thirty looked quite seductive. This was helped by her shapely legs with muscular calves and slender ankles, sheathed in sheer black nylons. The shoes, quite modern and fashionable, had a small heel—they decided on this so the "lass" wouldn't stand out in height and would appear more petite.

"Let's go to the car, beauty, today is your first public outing!"

In the elevator, they descended with the neighbor from across the hall. German's heart sank into his heels when the staid Roman Andreevich began examining him with interest, and upon exiting, winked and gallantly pinched his butt. Daria and Marina exchanged glances, snorting into their palms.

The huge shopping mall shone with lights and swarmed with people. Besides shops, boutiques, and pavilions, it had a cinema, several cafes, and a restaurant.

German sat meekly in the back seat. The two women in front were vividly fantasizing about how a street harasser would get under their "girl's" skirt.

"Can you imagine the look on that horny bull's face?!" Daria giggled. "Here he is, groping the smooth white thigh, going higher, feeling the lace edge of the panties, drooling with lust and shoving his fingers inside... And there! Ah-ha-ha-ha!"

"Oh, I can't, it's insane! But go on, go on! What do you think he'll do?" Marina asked, choking with laughter.

"What? I think the enraged bull will beat our 'girl's' face to a pulp! He'll beat her up like this, then like that, then like this!!!" Daria mimicked a beating with her clenched fists. "And the-e-e-en..." she made a meaningful pause. "He'll get serious about someone's submissive ass! He'll stick a thick, long thing in it and will viciously pump, pump, pump!"

"Wow!" Marina clapped her hands. "And he'll dump a glass of hot, liquid cum in there!"

"Yes!"

"And what about our little 'girl'?"

"O-oh! She'll whimper and squeal with delight because she likes it when she's roughly taken in the ass. She'll gratefully lick and suck the rapist's soiled penis with her bruised and swollen lips."

"Eeew, what a dirty, depraved 'slut' we have!!! Would she really do that?!"

"No doubt, this fallen creature only pretends to suffer, she's already aroused, she's already anticipating it!"

The women quickly turned around and stared at their victim with joyful curiosity.

"Is that true, pussy? Are you ready already, you stinker?" Marina asked treacherously.

"Answer, cunt!" Daria snapped.

"Yes... mistress," German squeezed out thinly. His painted lips trembled, his eyebrows arched, and his powdered nose wrinkled.

"The cunt is about to burst into tears," Marina commented.

"Let him just try! I'll make him cry. Hear that?! Ruin the makeup—you'd better watch out, I'll take you to the slag heaps in the garages. And a gang of drunken bastards will rape you until morning."

"No! P... please don't, mistress!" he babbled pitifully. "I understand everything."

The friends turned to face each other and Daria tenderly kissed Marina's lips.

"Mmm, darling..." her friend exhaled passionately.

For several minutes they kissed hotly. Then Daria took her breast out of her blouse, and holding the snow-white mounds from below, directed her dark nipples toward Marina. The latter predatorily licked her lips and latched onto one of the large, prominent nipples. A loud sucking sound was heard, Daria closed her eyes and moaned.

"Yes, my good girl, suck, suck harder!"

The passenger on the back seat watched this scene wide-eyed.

Marina detached from the nipple and again took possession of Daria's mouth, squeezing the tips of her breasts with her fingers. The French kiss seemed to last forever. Finally, the breathless women regretfully broke the sensual contact.

"O-oh! My sweet, I'm ready to eat you right now!" Marina said in a drunken voice.

"Me too, my sugar, but we have business planned... What do you think, does our dirty girl get very excited when she watches her mistresses caress?"

"Oh, yes," Marina replied with exaggerated seriousness. "I noticed that our depraved girl's one thing... gets bigger at such moments..."

"Is that so! We must check that. Hey, whore! Show your mistresses how depraved you are. Lift your skirt!"

Both friends watched with burning eyes as German slowly lifted his skirt.

"Sh-sh-shit! Dasha, just look!" Marina exhaled. "This bitch has a wild erection! Her nasty organ is about to tear her panties. Oh, what a nasty, lustful wench! Maybe the slut will masturbate for her mistresses?"

"Not here, darling. It will be more pleasant if she suffers a bit more. We'll make our beauty come in the shopping mall. In the light, with people around."

"No! I beg you, don't do that! I can't! Don't make me jerk off in women's clothes in front of strangers. Please! It's too much..."

Daria quickly reached her hand between the seats and sharply grabbed her husband by the balls. Her sharp, long nails dug into the sensitive skin of the scrotum, causing pain.

"Hey, cunt, you're forgetting yourself! Right now, you're just our little lustful trash for entertainment. You'll do what we say. Otherwise, I'll tear off something extra from you to make you a complete whore," she whispered viciously in his face.

Daria squeezed his balls hard in her fist.

"Oooowww!" German squealed, his eyes bulging. Unbearable pain pierced his entire body. "Ahhhh, I will, I will do everything, everything, everything! Forgive me, mistresses. Any orderrr... Oh, God, it hurts so-o-o..."

She watched him carefully, then squeezed her hand again, harder. German twitched in agony and hissed. Then she let him go. And in an indifferent voice said to her friend:

"We still need to inquire how much it costs to castrate an adult male."

"Do you mean just castration or full emasculation too?" Marina asked with interest.

"Hmm... it's a matter of price. Although... if we go to a vet... After all, in villages they cut the throbbing organ from bulls and boars for a pittance, I don't see any difference."

Marina glanced over her shoulder. German looked worse than a corpse; he even forgot about the pain in his groin. His glassy eyes didn't move. Something akin to pity stirred in the former secretary. Just a little.

"Maybe... give him a chance? If he tries not to disappoint us..."

"Yes. Yes! YES!!!" the revived German passionately howled. "I won't disappoint! I'll try. Oh, how I'll try! Anything at all. I love so much to please my mistresses..."

"We'll see. Let's go."

The three friends, clicking their heels briskly, headed towards the brightly lit entrance. Men passing by looked at them with interest.

"Walk straight! Don't wiggle your ass, people are looking!" jabs with elbows in the brunette's sides followed from both sides. "Head up. Smile, damn it!"

In profile, the middle girl's skirt was suspiciously bulging in front. This became especially noticeable under the bright lights. The friends exchanged annoyed glances and dragged the "defective girl" to the women's restroom.

"Oh, God! Why are we going there?" German muttered weakly, afraid to hear the answer.

"Shut up, Gera!" his wife snapped.

"Gera?! You mean not German, but Gertrude?!" Marina guessed with a chuckle.

"Yeah, we have to call this wonder something in public."

Inside, the restroom was empty.

"Your task is to seduce the first woman who enters here, to make her want to watch you masturbate," Daria announced.

Gera's face fell.

"Yes, the task isn't simple, we'll help a little, but the main role is yours. You'll have to be such a charming and sexy bitch that a random lady in the women's restroom of a shopping mall is struck dead. It's damn hard in a public restroom to convince one woman to admire another masturbating."

"That's impossible!" the stunned German whispered. "No one..."

"Someone recently swore to try... Try very hard. And I want to remind that someone that his bits are held as collateral by the vet. You know, my word is harder than your dick."

"God, God, God!!!" German panicked. "What if it's an old woman?"

"Don't care. Said—the first one who enters."

"What if she screams and calls for help? Security or the police?"

"Well, then you're out of luck. Your deputy career will be over. It's fine, you probably won't go to jail, but you'll have a lot more free time for us, your loved ones. The end of the double life. The end of pants, socks, and the extra meat between your legs. Liberation, darling, complete liberation."

Gera almost fainted after such a cynical statement. With inexpressible fear and hope, the newly converted girl looked at the entrance door. She would have to become a girl, a damn sexy girl, she desperately needed to become a huge piece of sex. So that any woman... These are ordinary women, coming to shop. Not from erotic fantasies. Not lesbians, not fetishists, not...

The friends watched with crooked smirks as Gera nervously adjusted her skirt, turned around checking if her stockings were straight, adjusted her bra stuffed with cotton, fluffed her hair, looking in the mirror.

A couple of minutes later, the entrance door opened, Gera's heart jumped into her throat.

A brunette around forty entered and strode purposefully to the far toilet stall without looking at anyone. After finishing her business, she approached and began washing her hands, examining her face in the mirror.

Gera stood frozen like a statue, having no idea what to do. Daria threw a contemptuous glance at this statue, sighed, and addressed the woman:

"Excuse me, may I ask a question?"

"Yes, please," the brunette responded impatiently