These embarrassingly blonde pigtails went all the way down to my tiny waist. And my lips were the same embarrassing shade of metallic hot pink as my n...ails. Everytime I moved, my pigtails bobbed cheerfully. I looked like an adorable fetish model. My heart was pounding. ‘Roadkill,’ I said, ‘Did you have to do such a damn good job?’ ‘What can I say?’ he said. ‘I’m an artist. I love my work. The pigtails are permanent, by the way. That’s part of what took so long. Your hair was being ‘programmed’. He opened his cell-phone and punched up Mike's number. It was picked upon the second ring."You ready?" he whispered into the phone.In his apartment, dark now except for the light of a single lamp, Micheleanswered."Yes."Michele had only a few seconds to consider her predicament before sheheard a gentle rapping at her door. She was hoping that Brian wouldchange his mind and not come tonight; she hoped that he would show alittle remorse and compassion regarding her situation, but as expected,. She was wearing a skimpy corset that I had never seen on her before. It was low cut and revealed a ton of cleavage. It stopped just above her hips and below that she wasnt wearing anything. I admired her beautiful pussy from across the room. The hair was neatly trimmed up until her beautiful slit. She stood there for a second letting me admire her body before turning around and walking slowly and teasingly towards the bedroom. Her ass was shaking back and forth with every step, the beautiful. He came up tomy room and stood in the doorway. I didn't look to him, but instead keptmy focus on my video game, hoping he would disappear if I didn't believehe was in my room."So, what have you been up to?" Billy tried sarcasm, but I just wasn't upfor it. I couldn't even manage a response except for a grunt. "You know,I hate to be a bastard, but a deal's a deal. It's been three days,right?"I nodded."Did you manage to snag twenty dollars?"I hesitated before shaking my head."You know what that.