Norton smiled and said "Stay right there." He turned and walked over to the door. When he came up with Michelle, he also brought a shopping bag with him, filled with clothes he bought on his way downtown. He brought the bag back to her and set it on the coffee table, right in front of the sofa she was on. Then he began to remove articles of clothing.
First, there was a hot pink tube top with a bare-midriff. Next, there was a short black leather miniskirt. Then, a pair of fishnet stockings, crotchless lace panties, and black six-inch stiletto heels. The last thing he took out of the bag was a white fur jacket and a bunch of beauty supplies.
"Take off your clothes and put these clothes on," Norton said. "And put on a lot of that makeup, too."
Michelle obeyed and soon, she was dressed in the slutty clothes and wearing the slutty makeup that Norton had bought. She looked just like one of the dirtiest hookers in town. She returned to the sofa and sat down again. Bending down just a bit, Norton could see her pussy through her crotchless panties. He wondered if she had ever worn anything like that before.
He smiled. This was how Michelle should have looked. Not uptight and boring. She needed to be exciting and sexy. And Norton was going to make sure she was.
"What do you do for a job, Michelle?"
"I'm a CEO."
"No, you're not. You're a whore. A dirty slut. Now, what do you do for a job again?"
"I'm a whore."
"That's right. And you're a great whore too. You might even be the best cocksucker in town. Isn't that right?"
"Yes," she said.
He looked around at the apartment. If Michelle really were a whore, she probably couldn't afford something this nice.
"This is my sister's apartment. I just stopped into town for a little fun and I just had to take you up here after I saw you strutting around with all the other hookers."
He smiled. "You've been a whore since you were a teenager. Isn't that right?"
"Yes."
"You never went to college. In fact, you're a high school dropout. Isn't that right?"
"Yes."
"You always talk like a vulgar slut. And when you're not busy fucking, you're getting high. Isn't that right, Michelle?"
"Yes," she said.
He smiled again. He was really doing a number on her, but he really wanted to see how far he could push her. This was all a test, afterall.
"You hate your parents and when they finally died, you couldn't have been more relieved. Isn't that right?"
"Yes."
"Now, what are you, Michelle? And please, use as much profanity as you can."
"I'm a fucking cocksucking whore," she said, in the same monotone voice.
Norton smiled. "That's right. Now, when we fuck, you're going to give me the best that you have. Okay?"
"Yes."
"Good. You're a sexy dragonfly."
Michelle suddenly blinked, then looked up at Norton.
