My Little Pussy Slut

It all started with a business trip to Los Angeles. I had a three-day seminar to attend, and since it was a long trip anyway, I decided to take a couple days vacation and stay over the weekend. Six months earlier, I had separated from my husband of ten years, so this would be my first solo vacation.

I had rented a car through my company and was sightseeing in one of the rich neighborhoods — not Beverly Hills, but nearby. I always hate the rental experience. I don’t feel comfortable driving a strange car, and my company seems to always be changing the rules on which insurance to take and which to waive. I always feel like there’s a disaster waiting to happen.

In this case, my fears proved correct. I was driving around taking in the sights, trying to work the radio at the same time. I should have known better. Distracted by the unfamiliar radio controls, I took my eye off the road for just a second. When I looked up, I saw a car stopped just in front of me. I tried to slam on my brakes, but it was too late – I banged into the expensive sports car.

I had a sinking feeling in my stomach as I got out to review the damage. It didn’t look too bad, really, but would definitely require my insurance. As I was looking at the other car’s bumper, the driver got out. She was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, and seemed awfully young to have such an expensive car. And she was definitely NOT happy.

“What the hell were you doing????” she screamed. “I just got this car, and now look at it.” She had this disgusted look on her face, but she seemed familiar.

“I’m very sorry,” I said. “I just looked down for a moment. My insurance will pay for everything.”

She sort of huffed and said. “All right, all right, just give me the information and you can talk to my lawyer. Damn!”

I gave her the insurance information from the rental agency, and she handed me a card. “This is my lawyer,” she said. The card said Sheila Lansdorf, Esq. “And my name is Shannon Doherty.” Now I knew why she looked familiar – she was the actress.

I called Ms Lansdorf from my hotel and gave her all the information about the rental car insurance and my own car insurance. She was very pleasant, and I figured the insurance companies would take it from there. Unfortunately, about an hour later, Ms Lansdorf called back. “We have a problem. It seems that you waived the rental insurance, and your own insurance has lapsed. How are you planning to make compensation for the damage? The estimate is over $8000.”

I couldn’t believe it. The damage had seemed small, but any repair to an expensive sports car carries a high price tag. And my insurance! It was one of those things that slipped by me in the confusion and tension of my separation.

I was a little desperate. “Well, uh…I…I’m sure we can work something out. I have about $2000 in the bank. Maybe I can pay over time?”

“Ms Doherty is pretty upset, madam. I don’t think she’ll go for that, especially since you’re from out of state. But we’d like to keep this out of court.”

I was silent…stunned. I explained my personal situation, and she seemed somewhat sympathetic. “Are there any other options?” I asked. “Is there anything else I
can do?”

There was a long pause on the other end. “Well…” She said. “Sometimes Shannon can be persuaded by a personal plea. If you want, I can arrange a meeting and you can explain your situation. Seeing a chance, I quickly agreed.

The next day Sheila Lansdorf picked me up at my hotel. She drove us to a fairly modest, but expensive home near the site of my accident. She rang the bell, and to my surprise, Shannon Doherty answered the door herself. Like the last time, she was dressed casually, this time in a miniskirt and plain top.

Shannon said hello to Sheila and nodded curtly to me. Sheila made some introductory remarks and then said “I’ll wait here while you two discuss this in private. I was a little surprised by this, but it seemed to be what Shannon expected. She led me to what appeared to be a sitting room off of her own bedroom.

Plopping down in a large easy chair, she said pointedly, “So, what’s your proposition?” This caught me completely off guard – I hadn’t prepared any “proposition”. “Well…uh…I don’t know…” I stammered.” I thought if we talked we could work something out.”

“Look, $8000 is a lot to work out,” she said. “Don’t think that because I’m famous I’ll just throw money away.”

“No, I didn’t mean…. I mean, well, did Ms Lansdorf mention my problem?”

“Yeah, yeah, Sheila said you’re going through a separation and all. That’s hard, but it doesn’t help me now, does it?” She had that disgusted look again. Then her expression changed. “Of course,” she said, “maybe we can work out something non-financial.” She had a funny look and raised her eyebrows expectantly.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked?

“Well, what are you willing to do?” She replied, staring at me. Suddenly I felt weak and helpless. It seemed like she was looking right through me.

I couldn’t answer. I just stood there looking at her, wondering what she meant. Finally, she said slowly “I like to play games. Sexual games.” She looked at me intently, checking my response. “If you’re willing to play along, maybe I can forgive the damage to my new car.”

My mind raced. Sexual games? Did she have some guy she wanted to bring in? Or was Shannon Doherty a lesbian? Not that I had a problem with sex with women. In fact, my experience with my marriage had soured me a bit on men, and I had had a couple female encounters since leaving him.

Finally I asked warily, “Well, just what kind of games do you mean?”

Shannon smiled slowly and knowingly. “Look, I’m not gay. I like men and all, though they can be more trouble than they’re worth sometimes. But something I find really exciting is dominating another woman – to boss her around and make her do my bidding. It’s great fun, …and really hot. And for whatever reason, I especially enjoy putting little blonde ‘cuties’ through their paces, so you’re the perfect choice.”

I didn’t object, so she went on. “You will be my slave for the next 24 hours. You’ll do anything and everything I tell you to.