Dane's Date Pt. 03

Dane's Date: Part Three

by kiwibat

Tessy wasn't just performing anymore. She was becoming.  

Her body moved on its own. One hand on her hip. Her chest proudly pushed forward. Her lips stretched into the same vapid smile she'd seen on all the other girls. The other dates. The other bimbos.

That was the word she kept avoiding, even in her own thoughts.

Bimbo.

She used to judge girls who looked like that. Dumb, ditzy, arm candy. Everything she never wanted to be.

Now, she was acting just like one of them.

The realization had horrified her, but not for long. Not when Dane's fingers drifted over the nape of her neck again, and the warmth spread instantly.

She'd always hated the way bimbos talked. High-pitched. Drawn out. Dumb. But now she sounded just like them. At first, she'd been doing it on purpose. Now it just came out that way.

She couldn't even remember the last time she used her real voice.

Tessy giggled. Not because anything was funny. Just because it felt good.

She'd lost track of how many men Dane had introduced her to. Investors. Board members. Donors. Rich, powerful men, always staring straight at her chest.

Their names didn't matter. Their voices all blurred together. Their eyes were all the same.

And her body responded the same way every time. Shoulders back. Chest out. Big smile. A reflex now, like muscle memory.

She kept telling herself it was just a role. A performance. Something she was doing for money. Twenty grand. Just a few more hours.

Another man. Another champagne glass. Another pair of hungry eyes. More giggling. More flirting. More staring at her tits.

She liked it.

... Wait. No. Tess wouldn't have liked that. Tessy liked that. Or maybe Tess did too. It was getting harder to tell where the performance ended and she began.

"Ohmigosh, that's like soo impressive!"

She had no clue what he just said.

But she must've done something right, because she felt Dane's fingers at the back her neck again. That warm, dizzying approval.

And only good girls got touched.

Tessy made her way through the crowd. Men in suits. Phones in hands. Serious faces. Busy minds. All of them too important to look at her, until they weren't.

"You look lovely tonight, miss..."

"Tessy," she said. "I'm like, totally Dane's date."

The words felt natural now.

She didn't think about it.

She didn't try to stop it.

It was just how Tessy talked.

And being Tessy was so much easier.

Tess had been complicated, always planning, always pushing. Tess was the woman who'd stormed into Dane's office like she was in control. Tess was the wife who gave lectures. The one who held herself with pride.

Tessy didn't have to do any of that.

Tessy pressed her tits against Dane's arm and giggled when he made a joke. She pouted when he wasn't paying attention. She smiled when he touched her.

She didn't have to think about what to say.

She didn't have to think at all.

Just had to look pretty.

Let them stare.

Tessy didn't care if they laughed at her. As long as they were looking.

Her nipples were hard. She could feel them pressing against her dress.

Her tits were practically spilling out. She didn't fix it.

She adjusted the neckline. A playful tug.

Just enough to make her boobs jiggle.

The man tried not to react. He failed.

She saw the obvious bulge forming in his pants.

He was hard.

Because of her.

Because of her tits.

That made something flutter in her chest.

Something warm, and giddy, almost proud.

She told herself it didn't matter, that it was all just an act.

Still a performance. Still for the money.

Just twenty grand. Just a little longer.

But deep down she felt it.

I made him hard. My body did that.

Tess would've been disgusted.

Tessy was turned on.

That's when Dane appeared. He slid behind her, hand settling possessively on the back on her neck. She moaned.

"You look distracted," he murmured.

"Ohmigosh, there you are," Tessy said excitedly. "So, like, there was this guy, and he was literally just staring at my tits, and I totally made his dick hard."

The words came out before she even realized what she was saying.

Dane raised an eyebrow. "You sound proud."

She blinked. "... What? No, I didn't mean..."

"But you liked it."

She opened her mouth to argue, but nothing came out.

His fingers moved. Slow, deliberate circles at the back of her neck. Heat flooded her mind. Her thighs squeezed together.

"That's what you want, isn't it? For them to stroke their cocks while thinking about your sexy little body."

The thought didn't horrify her. Somehow, it made perfect sense.

Of course she did.

Why else was she dressed like this? Smiling like this? Letting her tits spill out? Wearing heels that made her ass pop.

That's why I'm here. That's why I'm doing this.

... Isn't it?

Dane smiled. "Let's play a game."

Tessy tilted her head. "A game?"

"Pick a guy. Walk over. Pretend you're fixing your shoe or something dumb a bimbo like you would do. Let them see what's under that dress."

The suggestion wrapped around her brain.

She was still tingling from his touch.

Still floating in that fuzzy, golden heat.

And the idea... was strangely hot.

Like, really, really hot.

Tessy stared at him, stunned. "That's, like... crazy."

Dane just smiled. "Is it?"

Tessy looked around the ballroom. Almost every man here had looked at her like she was just an object, imagining her bent over with her ass in their hands.

A few hours ago, that would've made her want to disappear.

Now it turned her on.

She took a breath and stepped forward. A group of men stood chatting near a table, drinks in hand, laughing. Their suits looked expensive. Their eyes looked hungry.

She walked toward them slowly. Then stopped a few feet away and bent down. One leg pushed forward. One hand on her ankle. The slit in her dress widened. Her upper thigh flashed. The curve of her ass pressed tightly, demanding to be seen.

She could feel their eyes all over her. Feel the heat rising.

They were staring. All of them.

Holy fuck...

Her heart pounded.

Her pussy throbbed.

She walked back to Dane, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy.

He looked amused. "Well?"

"I dunno, it was kinda str--"

He touched her neck and the words twisted in her mouth.

"... so fucking hot."

That wasn't what she meant to say, but now that she had, it seemed true.  

Dane grinned. "That's what you're for. To be seen and looked at."

"... To be stroked to..." she whispered.

"Exactly," Dane said, as he continued rubbing. "You love being the dumb little slut they all stare at. The one who bends over and makes them hard. That's what bimbos are for."

Tessy whimpered. "I'm not a bimbo..."

Dane smiled. "Not yet."

He let go of her neck and the warmth vanished. Tess blinked slowly as her mind struggled to catch up.

"... What'd you just say?"

Dane shrugged. "I said let's go. There're more people to meet."

"... Oh, okay."

She didn't notice that she couldn't stop smiling.

She didn't notice that she'd stopped pretending.

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Tessy stood smiling with her arm draped over Dane as he spoke with some young hotshot executive. He was handsome, confident, and clearly wealthy. But she wasn't really listening to what they were saying. Her focus was on his eyes.

He kept looking down, right at her tits. Not even trying to be subtle about it.

She adjusted her dress, making her cleavage look even deeper, and his eyes dropped again. She could feel it. Her nipples tingled and her thighs squeezed together.

God, he's totally picturing it...

Tessy tried to ignore it, but her mind drifted elsewhere. She kept thinking about his cock, hard in his pants, twitching while he stared at her tits. Maybe he'd go home and stroke it later, thinking about her.

She should say something flirty. Just a fun little compliment.

"Your cock would look soooo good between my tits..."

Tessy's eyes widened. Everyone went silent. She wasn't sure where that came from. It just slipped out.

The young exec seemed amused.

Tessy's cheeks flushed with heat, not just from the shame, but from the growing heat between her thighs. Her brain scrambled to try and fix things.

"I mean--uh, tie! Your tie... looks, uh, super... um... nice?"

Dane's fingers brushed against her neck.

"Mmm... silly me..."

And just like that, the men went back to their conversation, ignoring the dumb bimbo's silly comment as if it was just a normal part of the night.

A few minutes later, Dane's hand slid around her waist again.

"This way, sweetheart," he murmured, guiding her through the ballroom.

Tessy followed. She didn't ask where they were going. She never asked anymore. Not unless he told her to.

Dane led her toward the staircase. There was a backdrop set up near the base. There was a large banner with the event logo and company sponsors printed across it. A few photographers stood nearby. When they noticed Dane, the flashes started clicking.

Tessy blinked against the bright light.

Dane gestured toward the carpet. "Let's take a photo."

Tessy smiled. Easy. She'd taken hundreds of photos tonight. But the moment she stepped in front of the backdrop and felt the flashes of the cameras go off, something happened to her body. Her hand dropped to her hip and her spine arched. Her leg slid out through the slit in her dress. One arm pushed her tits together and her lips formed a sexy pout.

The cameras went wild, a series of rapid flashes. People nearby turned to look. Everyone in the nearby crowd was staring right at her. That's when she realized.

Tessy realized all at once. She wasn't posing like someone's wife. Not even like someone's date.

She was posing like a slut.

Not classy. Not elegant.

Slutty. Teasing. Owned.

A dizzy jolt of awareness hit her, but she didn't stop or bother to correct herself. She stayed exactly where she was.

Another flash, and another. She giggled as her ass popped up instinctively and her pout transformed into a playful, fuckable smirk.

"Perfect," Dane said behind her, squeezing her ass.

She shivered.

She hadn't meant to stand like this. She really hadn't. But standing any other way now felt... wrong. Because somehow, this pose felt right.

Like this was who she'd always been.

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The men in the corner were loud.

Suits unbuttoned, ties loosened, whiskey glasses half full. They laughed too hard and talked over each other.

Tessy could already tell what kind of men they were. She'd dealt with men like them her whole life. The kind of men who had no problem harassing a woman with crude comments right in front of her husband.

Dane walked her straight toward them.

"Gentlemen, meet Tessy. She's been the star of the night," Dane said, introducing her.

Tessy smiled wide. Shoulders back. Chest out.

One of the men whistled. Another laughed.

"Jesus," said the drunkest one. His eyes were locked onto her cleavage. "She's got like... cartoon boobs."

Laughter. More eyes. No respect.

Tessy's smile started fading but then snapped right back into place like it was stuck there.

"Do they bounce up and down when she laughs?"

More laughter. Something felt wrong. This wasn't flirting. This was mocking.

Their jokes weren't fun and playful. They were rude and demeaning.

Dane's arm slipped around her waist. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

She stepped away from Dane and swatted his arm away. The men all laughed.

"Uh oh, you're in trouble now!"

"Damn, she's feisty," said the drunk one. "I like it,"

Dane kept smiling. "Come on now. We're just having a little fun."

"This isn't fun for me," Tessy said defiantly. "I didn't come here to--"

Fingers on the back of her neck.

Heat.

Fog.

Silence.

The words dissolved before they reached her mouth.

She giggled.

The men howled with laughter.

"She even laughs like a cartoon character," one of them said.

"Where the hell do you even find these girls?"

She didn't know what was so funny, but they were all looking at her. Laughing. Smiling.

... And that felt good.

She was still laughing when a voice in her head whispered:

They're laughing at you. Not with you.

But their stares felt warm. Like she was valuable. That felt nice.

That warmth chased the voice away.

Tess would've hated this. She would've slapped them and called them disgusting pigs. Would've torn into Dane for even bringing her here.

But Tessy just batted her lashes and smiled.

"What is she, like, some professional bimbo model?"

Tessy giggled. It floated up without effort. Just part of her now.

They think you're dumb, said the voice from before. They think you're just a walking pair of tits.

They're right, another voice whispered. And you love it.

Tessy adjusted her neckline. Let them bounce.

"Best damn entertainment of the night."

Tessy couldn't stop smiling. She loved being called entertainment. Like she was making people happy. It felt good.

Dane's fingers were still on the back of her neck. She leaned into his touch.

"Good girl," he whispered.

She moaned under her breath. It just slipped out. One of the men noticed and laughed.

"She's well trained."

More laughter. Tessy laughed too. Then Dane leaned in closer.

"Why don't you go give him a lap dance."

Tessy froze. "Wha--what?"

"Just a little one," he said, as if it were no big deal. "He's earned it."

That man... the obnoxious drunk one... he'd been the worst of them all. Crude and entitled. She'd hated him the moment he opened his mouth. Even now he was staring at her like she wasn't real. Just tits and ass and giggles.

"No. That's... too far. I'm not doing that."

She stood frozen, her mind spinning.

That's not me. That's not...

Fingers brushed her neck. That was all it took.

She hadn't even realized she'd taken a step. Then another, and another. Her hips swayed as she strutted towards him. She wasn't sure when she started smiling.

The men noticed right away. "No way. She's not really--"

"She is," Dane said.

Her body moved on its own while her mind was still trying to pull her back, desperately trying to shout don't do this, but the sound was muffled. Drowned in perfume, champagne, and the warm haze of Dane's touch.

Tessy walked toward the drunk one, the one she hated. Each step was careful and seductive. On her face was a big vapid smile, but inside she was starting to panic.

This is wrong.

This is humiliating.

Don't do it.

Don't you dare.

But her body didn't care. She couldn't stop herself, as she continued forward, her tits jiggling with every step.

By the time she'd reached him, her body had taken full control. She turned around, pressing her ass just inches away from his lap.

She bent forward, hands on her knees, tits nearly spilling out of her dress. She arched her back, letting her hips grind against his thigh, just once. A tiny tease.

The men were all roaring with laughter.

Stop. Get up. This isn't you.

But she didn't stop. She giggled instead.

The drunk man's mouth hung open, stunned. His hand tightened around his glass of whiskey. His eyes were glued to her hips. The other men, laughed, slapped his back, and exchanged crude jokes with each other.

Her body moved like it already knew what to do.

Then she felt his big, rough hands grab her ass like he owned it. Big rough palms grabbing two meaty handfuls and squeezing.

Tessy gasped.

Something snapped. Panic and disgust flooded her chest. Her smile disappeared and the warmth faded. She shot up from his lap so fast, he nearly spilled his drink.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!"

Her voice was sharp and angry. She turned on him, fire in her eyes, ready to slap him, to scream, but then she looked over and saw Dane. He was standing across the room. Calmly smiling and watching her.

And as her gaze locked onto his, her hand started to move without thinking. Her fingers rose to her neck. Gentle circles, slow and familiar. Just like he always did.

The heat returned instantly.

Her spine loosened.

Her nipples tightened.

Her mind... melted.

Tessy giggled. It bubbled up from somewhere inside her. She suddenly felt so dizzy and dumb. Happy and horny.

She didn't remember what she'd been so upset about.

... What was I just doing?

Something felt wrong just a second ago. What was it?

She turned back around and noticed the drunk man still staring at her ass like it was the most amazing thing he'd ever seen.

She giggled as she twirled back towards the drunk man. "Ohmigosh... you're soooo naughty."

The men all laughed, but Tessy wasn't listening anymore.

She wasn't performing now. This time she meant it.

She slid into his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her big ass bounced, then settled onto him. She rolled her hips slowly, testing his reaction.

The man groaned.

That sound made her lightheaded.

Made her feel pretty.

Made her feel... powerful.

Tessy giggled louder.

She bent forward, giving him full view down her neckline, tits bulging out of her dress.

This was fun.

She was making him feel good.

That's what her body was for.

He gripped her ass again, stronger this time. No hesitation. His fingers dug in deep.

She moaned. This time not in protest, but in pleasure.

She pushed her hips back into him, teasing him with slow, deliberate circles.

Ohhh... wow...

She felt his cock throb beneath her. She could feel him getting hard. The thick, growing pressure beneath her, pushing against her ass through his pants. The realization made her dizzy and warm.

I did that...

He's so hard...

Becaused of me.

A small voice in the back of her mind tried to remind her.

You hated him...

You hated the way he looked at you.

You wanted to slap him.

He made your skin crawl.

But her body didn't care. She just giggled and whispered, "Mmm... do ya like that, Mister?"

The way he groaned in respones lit her up. She started grinding deeper, slower, letting her ass move in perfect rhythm. More focused now, like her body knew exactly what to do, what he needed.

She whimpered as she pressed her ass into his lap in slow teasing circles, feeling his cock throb under her as she bounced up and down in his lap.

God, that feels... so fucking GOOD!

His grip tightened and he squeezed again, rougher this time, eagerly fondling her ass. His fingers digging into her plump cheeks.

Her dress rode higher. Her tits jiggled. Her moans got breathier.

Yes... play with my ass! That's what it's for!

This is what bimbos do, she thought, as a dreamy smile spread across her face.

They make men feel good. They make cocks hard. They make guys wanna cum.

She arched her back, presenting herself to him like a gift. Her tits jiggled wildly as her ass bounced up and down in his lap.

God, I'm so hot.

No wonder he can't stop touching me.

And why would he? Her ass was big and round and bouncy. Made for grabbing. Made for playing with.

Tessy moaned as his hands slid up her body shamelessly. His fingers brushed against the underside of her tits, cupping them from behind and squeezing.

God... he's so... rude...

So... rough.

So... fucking hot.

She bit her lip. There was something so hot about the way he was greedily pawing at her like she was some toy he'd just unwrapped. Like she was nothing more than a big pair of tits.

Another groan. He was hard as a rock. His hands were fully under her dress, kneading her big, perfect ass like it was the most natural thing in the world.

It felt right. She wanted more.

He deserves it. He likes me. I like being liked. I like being touched. I like making him want me.

Her thoughts were slow and warm and happy. No more doubt or worry. Just the rhythm of her grinding hips, the arousal in her body, and the absolute pleasure of knowing she was the reason this terrible man was rock hard and having the time of his life.

She looked over her shoulder with glassy eyes.

"Mmmm... your hands feel sooo good back there."

The drunk man didn't answer. He just groaned again.

Tessy giggled.

Bimbos don't need conversation. Just a tight dress, a big ass, and a hard cock to grind on.

She twisted her body, leaning back and grinding her ass into his lap. She could feel him throbbing now... really feel it. Warm and hard and rubbing against her pussy lips.

He's so hard...

Because of me.

The thought made her embarrassingly horny. She felt needed. Worshipped. Owned.

Her hand moved before she even realized it, sliding over his belt.

Against his waistband.

No... what am I doing...

I shouldn't be doing this, it's wrong.

It's so fucking wrong...

She bit her lip, hesitating for a moment, then slid her hand into his pants and wrapped around his thick, warm, cock. It was twitching in her grip.

This feels... so fucking good.

She gave him a slow, teasing pump.

Bimbos make men feel good. That's their job.

Her warm fingers continued stroking slowly. Her pussy throbbed with approval.

Good boys get touched when they treat bimbos right...

His grip on her tits tightened, massaging them, thumbs brushing over her hard nipples. She whimpered. He groaned. She stroked him again, a little faster.

"You're, like, sooooo hard, mister..."

The room blurred around her. Nothing else mattered at this moment. Nothing but this cock. She wanted to make him feel good. Wanted to serve him. Wanted to be the reason he came.

He pushed one strap of her dress off her shoulder, and her breast slipped free. She didn't stop him.

She leaned back, giving him full access, moaning as he explored every inch of her sensitive body while she continued stroking him.

That's what I'm for.

To make him feel amazing.

To be a good bimbo.

She giggled, grinding harder in his lap. It felt so... perfect.

Then she caught something out of the corner of her eye: a reflection. She looked up. Tucked between two columns of the ballroom's marble archway, was a decorative wall mirror. And in it, she couldn't believe what she saw.

In the reflection was the sluttiest bimbo she'd ever seen, grinding in some fat, bald, drunk guy's lap, shamelessly jerking him off with her tits out. She had the dumbest, happiest smile.

Who the hell is that? Not even Tessy would ever do something as slutty as that. She looked around the room but couldn't seem to find her.

That's not me...

That can't be me...

Her mind was spinning as she tried to figure out what was happening. Then she felt her other hand rising, the one that wasn't stroking someone's cock. Her fingertips found the back of her own neck.

Then there were circles. Slow, gentle circles.

Her body melted and the warmth returned. The fuzziness. The dizziness. The pleasure. The arousal. It slid down her spine, poured into her thighs, and wrapped around her thoughts.

A big, vapid smile washed over her face as she looked up at the mirror again. She didn't recognize that bimbo... but she liked her. She liked how good she looked. Liked how she moved. Like how good she made him feel.

Tessy's hips began to rock again. Her hand stroked him faster. She giggled.

"You're soooo naughty, mister..."

Her breast bounced as he squeezed it. Her ass rolled against his lap like it was meant to be there. Her eyes drifted, half-closed, lost in pleasure and heat and praise and purpose and arousal.

The mirror was still there, but it didn't scare her anymore. It made her smile.

God, she's so fucking hot.

Tessy didn't know who she was, but she wanted to be just like her.

And somewhere behind her glossy smile, there was a part of her that wanted to scream. But all that came out was another giggle.

Her hand kept stroking. She loved the way he twitched under her touch. She used her other hand to press his palm tighter against her breast, encouraging him. She felt like a prize.

Just a few minutes ago, this man disgusted her. He was a loud, brutish, pervy drunk asshole. But now, she just wanted to make him cum.

"Am I making you feel good?"

The man just groaned. Tessy giggled, feeling proud. One hand still fondled her breast, the other clutched the edge of his chair.

That's it, she thought absentmindedly. Cum for me.

Cum because I'm hot. Cum because I'm a bimbo and I made you feel good.

Her grip tightened as she stroked even quicker, focusing with all her concentration on her hand sliding up and down his cock.

Then she felt it. Warmth spilling into her hand. He came and Tessy gasped, then giggled, proudly and excitedly.

She did it.

She made him cum.

Right there in his seat. In front of everyone.

Because of her tits.

Because of her ass.

Because of her touch.

Tessy released his cock and tucked it back into his pants. She leaned into him one last time with a smug little smirk and whispered into his ear. "You're welcome, Mister."

That really shut him up. He wasn't laughing at her anymore. She'd used her big tits and fat ass to teach him a little respect.

His eyes were glazed and his mouth hung open. He looked like she'd literally just blown his mind.

And she loved that.

Tessy stood up slowly and turned around, with a big brainless smile on her face. She strutted across the room in her heels, swaying her hips excitedly, like she'd just won the lottery.

Dane was waiting for her near the wall, drink in hand, smiling as she approached. She walked right up to him, and stared at him, with her wide, adoring eyes.

"Did I do good, Mister Dane?"

Dane set his drink down and cupped the back of her neck. His fingers traced the same familiar path, sending a flood of warmth through her limbs.

"Good girl."

She moaned.

Her knees nearly buckled.

Oh god yes... say that again...

"Thank you, sir..." she whispered.

She leaned into his touch, smiling dreamily. Her body pressed against him like it belonged there. Her face was glowing with pride.

Because good bimbos... get touched.

Good bimbos... get praised.

Good bimbos... smile.

Good bimbos... giggle

Good bimbos... make men cum.

And Tessy was such a good bimbo.

Only one chapter remains.