Dorris browsed the accounts as she sipped her mostly jizzcream coffee. She hated to admit it, but with all the slutmares and farm fever sluts booking appointments over the past couple of weeks business was booming. They were a far better paying group than the dowdy, respectable women who used to get beauty treatments at the spa too, often paying double just for the sake of it. If they weren't ruining her hard earned reputation as an upstanding member of the community she'd actually be happy about receiving their custom.
She sighed. Maybe she should sell her share of the company over to Leia. She could start all over again, build a new client base, rubbing her hands all over respectable women until she had enough business to hire people again. It'd been a while since she'd enjoyed the smooth feel of supple breasts between her fingers. At least, breasts that weren't her own.
She reached beneath her top and squeezed one of her tits. Her bras were pinching lately so she stopped wearing them. She took another sip of her creamy coffee and squeezed her breast even harder as it tingled. Sip, squeeze, sip, squeeze. Susan made the best coffee.
The buzzer sounded. Someone was waiting at the front desk. It was either a big titted whore or an equally big titted equine slut. She'd let Dorris or Susan get it. The buzzer sounded again. She didn't hear any movement in the hall. It sounded again.
Dorris withdrew her hand and made her way to the front. Her nipples tented her shirt and she worried what the person waiting would think if it happened to be one of her few remaining decent clients. She almost breathed a sigh of relief when it turned out to be a tall, black woman in a pink tube top and white miniskirt.
'Dorris!' exclaimed the woman. 'I haven't seen you in weeks! I've been wanting to tell you how much I LOVE the new treatments!'
It took Dorris a moment to recognise Chantelle. The woman looked ten years younger, with her trim athletic body ballooned to pornstar proportions.
'Yes, it seems they're quite popular. Do you have an appointment?'
'Nope. I just got fired from the bank so I had some spare time and thought I'd swing by. Is the tanning booth free?'
Dorris checked. 'It is. It'll be your third spray this week though and I can already see a golden shine on you. Are you sure you want another?'
'God yes! Whatever you're putting in that spray makes me feel fantastic.'
'So everyone keeps saying,' muttered Dorris.
She led Chantelle to the tanning room and programmed the machine for the lowest tan possible. She wasn't sure how much tan could effect a dark complexion, but she wasn't intending to find out. What she didn't know was that the machine was diluting the tan with even more pussy juice on the lower setting.
A shameless, naked Chantelle stepped into the booth and she shut the door. The treatment only took a minute, but Chantelle remained inside moaning and screaming for several more. Eventually she stepped out with a grin plastered over her face, her skin glistening and smelling as pungent as Florence.
'Thank you so much for fitting me in. I was feeling nervous about going on stage tonight, but now I can't fucking wait.'
Dorris handed her a towel but Chantelle refused. She slipped back into her miniskirt and tubetop, the fabric clinging to her wet skin, and she strode out.
'Are there any decent women left in this city?' asked Dorris. She shook her head and looked at her reflection on the glass door of the empty booth. 'Or is it only me?'
Her reflection didn't answer. Maybe it was the light in the room, but she looked pale.
She slipped out of her clothes and stepped inside the booth. Whatever Florence was adding to the tanning spray, a low dose wouldn't hurt. She pressed the button and waited.
Jets all around her sprayed her in concentrated mare dew. Her skin soaked it up like a sponge and the pheromones entered her bloodstream. She was already horny from the jizzcream coffee, but it magnified into a raging lust.
She burst out of the booth. She needed to get home, fast. She scrambled into her clothes and ran to her car, tearing onto the streets with reckless abandon.