“Just fucking shut up already and write your god damned postcard,” spat Joleen when she glanced at 183 who is crying yet again, “and stop crying. Jesus Christ you cry a lot for a woman whose husband dumped her on whore island and left with some other bitch.”

Joleen laughed coldly, like she always did. She couldn’t stand 183, mostly because 183 was forever hoping her husband, the prick, would come back and save her. What a joke. Stupid bitch.

“I don’t even know why you think he still loves you. Does he EVER write back? Do you think he’s even so much as thought about you since he took home the little souvenir whore? He’s probably fucking her right now, in her ass.”

Joleen didn’t wait for any response from 183. She never did. 183 sobbed and cried more as she wrote out the postcard filling it with words Joleen was sure 183 didn’t really mean, much less feel. How could she after what her asshole of a husband did? But that wasn’t the point. The point was to make 183 into a useless piece of meat so that no one would want to touch her, like week old leftovers. Once that happened the Trainer would then ship her off to the huts where she’d be for the staff to use, and not for the guests anymore.

“Fuck you.” 183 barked at Joleen without looking up from the postcard.

Joleen laughed, tossing a head full of rich blonde hair to the side, “Thatta way girl, get angry! Show JoJo who’s the head bitch! I bet you tried to be tough with your husband too, didn’t you, that’s why he left you here.” Joleen taunted and sauntered closer to where the kneeling 183 was still writing to her husband.

“You’re nothing but a used up bitch, what do you know.” 183 stated rather matter of fact like it is supposed to hurt Joleen in some way.

Lowering down before her in slow, methodical, fuck-hungry motion Joleen came to kneel with her knees spread wide right in front of the sobbing 183. This was the best part as far as Joleen is concerned and when she slid her hands upward from knees against thighs and finally toward her cunt to tease herself, Joleen locked eyes on 183 and smiled.

“See something you like, whore?” Joleen said hungrily to 183 as she would to a Master who had requested her for his pleasure. “Come on… you know you want a taste, hmm?”

183 stopped writing and glanced at Joleen’s fingers buried in her cunt, then upward to Joleen’s beautiful blue eyes. She really was a knockout, even with that mouth. Then again 183 knew that Joleen’s mouth was why most of the guests requested her - men and women alike. Everyone had their specialty... if not a few of them, eventually.

“Mmmm,” Joleen moaned huskily when 183 watched her, making Joleen want to fuck 183 all the more, “I knew you did.. the Trainers say you’ve developed a taste for it. That you beg for it now. Do you? Have you, 183?”

Sitting upright to match the pose that Joleen had molded her body, sans the wide spread knees, 183 slowly let her eyes fall down along Joleen’s body. Joleen is perfect and in every sense of the word she is beautiful in form. Silky blonde hair, soft warm hued skin, gorgeous blue eyes, full lips… and her breasts. God her breasts were awesome how they sat just perfectly on her chest, hanging just enough to be full and inviting, but still perky and full of bounce. 183 continued to stare at Joleens breasts, watching dark nipples harden.

Joleen smiled at her prey, full lips softly pouting as she slid her hand free of her cunt and dragged two fingertips over her lips to wet top and bottom, tasting herself.

“You do like it.. Good girl,” Joleen panted, hot breaths spilling over parted lips wet with her own flavor, then returned her fingers to their work. Gasping from the pinch of her fingers at her own clit and rolling her head back, Joleen continued to taunt 183. “Touch me... put your fingers in my cunt. I’m wet, and hot... mmm I taste good.”

183 dropped her eyes to watch Joleens fingers work in and out of her own cunt and choked back the low moan that she felt rising in her throat. 183 wasn’t going to give Joleen the satisfaction. Any satisfaction.

“You can’t orgasm,” snapped 183 to Joleen, tired of this game, “Do it and you’ll be punished.”

Joleen slowly stopped teasing herself and brought her fingers up out of her cunt again, holding them out toward 183.

“I know I can’t make myself cum,” Joleen hissed hot breaths full of lust while dragging wet fingers over 183’s lips, “but the Trainers have granted me permission to have you make me cum…”

Fetish Mecca Contributing Writer: Victoria Kessler, (c)2007