The Princess and the Popper
Chapter 7
She was still sitting in the pub and Mr, Anders was still sitting across from her as she chewed on her gum. “You’ve been rather difficult,” Mr. Anders said. “The problem is what to do with you now.”
Catherine couldn’t help but feel like she was on the brink of losing … everything, and she didn’t know what to do. “Please,” she pleaded with the pub owner. “Please, don’t do anything else. I’ll be good.”
“Oh I know you will,” he assured her, “but just remember that you brought this all on yourself with your ridiculous claims.”
Catherine couldn’t help but stare at the pub owner with wide eyes as her mind grew more and more fuzzy. She hadn’t meant to be difficult, she wanted to tell him but she knew the pub owner would do whatever it took to make things right.
“The question of course is what kind of bimbo do you want to be.”
There was still a part of Catherine’s mind that was trying desperately to hold on to what she once was but even as she sat there, she could feel that last bit of resistance finally slipping away and it was almost a relief to know that she didn’t have to resist, ‘I’m a bimbo?’ she asked innocently.
“Not yet you’re not,” the pub owner her, “but you soon will be.”
She knew there was a time that she would have been mad if anyone had ever called her a bimbo but that was way back when she’d thought she was smart. She knew she’d been smarter way back when but as she sat there chewing on that cotton candy flavored gum, it almost seemed as if the gum was turning her mind into cotton candy and for the first time, she didn’t really mind that. She wondered what kind of bimbo she was going to be.
“You’re not a bimbo yet,” the man said again. “The first thing we need to do is decide on your bimbo name.”
What was wrong with her name, Catherine wondered, but in the next instant, she was telling herself that he must be right and she just didn’t know why he was right because knowing why would have meant thinking and she was so bad at thinking because thinking was so hard and it was better to let other people do the thinking for her.
“If you’re claiming to be the princess, then that must mean you think your name is Catherine.”
Catherine nodded eagerly. That was something that didn’t require any thinking.
“But you can’t be Catherine,” the man continued. “Catherine is a more formal name. Catherine is a name that has expectations. A person named Catherine would most likely be called upon to think. You don’t want to have to think, do you?”
When he put it that way, it just made total sense. She hadn’t thought about it that way. She wasn’t sure who she was anymore but she knew she couldn’t be Catherine.
“Hmm. A bimbo name needs to be cute and fluffy. Cathy maybe but still a little bit too formal. Or maybe Katie. That would be good but even better would be Kitty. You’d be a really good bimbo Kitty, I think that’s what you’ll be from now on. You’re going to be bimbo Kitty.”
Kitty noticed that he hadn’t actually asked her if she wanted that to be her name but of corse, that was to be expected. He knew she wasn’t any good at thinking. There was no reason why he should ask her anything.
And now the man chuckled. “Bimbo Kitty loves it when men come and play with her pretty pussy, doesn’t she?”
Oh my gosh, Kitty thought as she nodded eagerly. That was like so clever. It was like a catch phrase or something. That was so fucking cool.
The pub owner just smiled at her. “I think you like that,” he said. “I think you like it when I call you Bimbo Kitty.”
Well of course, she did. That was her name, wasn’t it? She paused for a moment. It seemed as if that wasn’t exactly right. It seemed as if there had been another name that she’d called herself. That thought made her feel uneasy. She chomped down on her gum and she smiled a giddy smile. That was so stupid. How could there be any other name?
“You look confused,” the pub man said.
She had been confused, Kitty told herself but really it was all so silly. How could she be anyone other than who she was. Her name was Kitty and it had always been Kitty. How could she have thought she was anyone else? “I’m not confused,” she told the pub owner. “My name’s Kitty,” and there was a feeling of relief even as she said it.
“Good. I’m glad to hear it but we’ve got work to do. We’ve got to figure out just what kind of a bimbo you’re going to be.”
“I don’t understand,” Kitty said. “I thought I was already a bimbo.”
“Oh, with that come fuck me body and with that vacant look on your face, you most certainly are a bimbo and as what’s left of your teeny, tiny brain continues to turn into cotton candy, you become more and more of the bimbo that you always knew you were and that you’ve always wanted to be but there are different kinds of bimbos and we need to find out what kind of bimbo you are.”
“What kind of bimbos are there?”
“Oh my, there are so many kinds of bimbos but that doesn’t mean you can be just any kind of a bimbo. Given your comments and what you’ve said, there are really only two kinds of bimbos that are appropriate for you.”
Kitty couldn’t help but feel her pulse quicken. She’d foolishly thought that there was only one kind of bimbo. She’d never dreamed that there might be multiple kinds of bimbo but then she thought that was because she was just too stupid to know better but then that was why she was obviously a bimbo. Still, there was one question that needed to be answered. “What kind of a bimbo am I?” she asked breathlessly.
The pub man just smiled. “Now that remains to be seen. The choice is really up to you actually. You’ll decide what kind of bimbo you’re going to be.”
“And how am I going to do that?”
“Well it seems there’s only two real choices for you, one is to be a bimbo slut and the other is to be a bimbo whore.”
Once more, Kitty could feel her pulse quicken. She knew she shouldn’t find either of those prospects exciting but for some reason, she did. “What’s the difference between them?” she asked.
Once again, the pub owner smiled. “Well now that’s the thing isn’t it? The bimbo slut tries to be good but she just can’t help herself. She lets herself be controlled. She can’t stop herself because she’s too stupid to stop herself. The bimbo whore knows what she is. She has sex for money. She knows she shouldn’t but she’s too stupid to figure out how to get herself free so she keeps doing it over and over again.”
Kitty nodded breathlessly. “Does she … does the bimbo whore … does she … what’s the word I’m looking for … does she have a pimp?”
The pub man smiled. “Well now, that is the question. Sometimes she does and sometimes she doesn’t.”
“So how do I know which one I am?”
“That’s simple. You just choose.”
That was hardly an answer at all, Kitty thought as she chewed on her gum. She knew she wasn’t smart. It wasn’t good to not be smart but she’d come to accept it. She knew what she was … and she knew what she wasn’t. So how the heck was she supposed to choose? What if she made a wrong decision? She blew a bubble as she tried to figure it out and then …
Pop!
She was wearing a red dress and she was in a tavern although this place was decidedly more upscale than Mr. Anders’s pub and the clientele was more upscale too. You could just tell by looking around that the people here had money and they liked to show it and that was when one of the men sidled up to her and he was sliding a hand around her thin waist. “I haven’t seen you here before,” he said.
Kitty didn’t know what to think or say. “I’m … I’m new,” she stammered.
“I knew that,” he said almost conspiratorially. “I know everyone who comes into my establishment and that especially includes the beautiful women who come in here and that, my dear, definitely includes you. My name is Henry.”
Kitty’s initial unease was quickly melting away to the point where she’d wondered why she’d even felt uneasy at all. It was probably just her being stupid, she told herself and besides, Henry seemed nice. “Pleased to meet you, Henry,” she said. “My name’s Kitty.”
“Well, Kitty, I’d like to get to know you better later, but right now, I need to make the rounds to make sure everything is running smoothly.” He looked at the man behind the bar. “She gets whatever she wants,” he said before he moved away.
Kitty was sipping on a glass of white wine when Henry finally came back to her. “Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked.
Kitty nodded eagerly. “It’s a very nice place,” she said.
“Yes, it is,” Henry agreed. “It takes work to keep it running smoothly but it’s worth it. Would you mind coming with me? There’s something I’d like to discuss with you in the back.”
It probably wasn’t the best idea, Kitty told herself. She really shouldn’t be in a room alone with a man that she didn’t know but in the next instant, she couldn’t help but think that Henry was a nice man and that he ran a nice establishment so of course it should be fine going in the back with him. “I’d love to go in the back with you,” she said.
Henry just smiled a smile that radiated charm and then he motioned with his hand to lead the way..
The room in the back wasn’t nearly as opulent as the rest of the establishment. The room in the back was rather small and it was clear from the desk in the room and from other things that the room in the back was used as both an office and for storage as well.
Henry shut the door behind them and now he and Kitty were alone in the room in the back and as she stood there, she could heel his hands on her shoulders and she couldn’t help but whimper.
“What’s wrong?” Henry asked.
“I’m not sure we should be doing this?”
“We haven’t done anything yet.”
Well that much was certainly true but she was scared. “I’m a good girl,” she said. “I don’t want to do anything I’d regret.”
“Hey, hey, hey,” Henry cooed at her. “I know that and I wouldn’t want you to do anything you didn’t want to do either but I know what every good girl wants.”
“What’s that?”
One of his hands was moving perilously close to the zipper at the back of her dress. “Every good girl wants to be treated like a princess.”
Kitty couldn’t help but shiver at that. Somehow, those words just resonated for her. She did want to be treated like a princess.
“Every good girl wants to be treated like a princess,” Henry said again. “Every good girl wants to be pretty like a princess and every good girl just wants to be seen as being pretty.”
Yes, Kitty thought. She certainly could see that. She wanted to be a pretty princess.
“Every good girl wants to be pretty like a princess. It’s not even the most important thing. It’s the only thing. Every good girl wants to be pretty like a princess.”
Kitty couldn’t believe just how well Henry understood her. He was so right. She totally wanted to be pretty like a princess.
“Being pretty like a princess is everything to the good girl. Thinking doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is being pretty like a princess except that when you’re pretty like a princess, there’s one other thing that matters.”
“What’s that?” Kitty asked breathlessly.
“Validation, of course. When a girl is pretty as a princess, she wants to be noticed. When men notice her, she can’t help but feel excited because she knows she’s being pretty as a princess and when a man wants to get close to her, that’s validation, too, but some girls might try to say no. They might try to say it’s not right but more than anything, they crave validation. They want to be seen as pretty.”
Yes, she could certainly see that.
“A good girl craves validation,” Henry continued. “Everything else is unimportant. Being good is unimportant. Thinking is unimportant. Everything else is so utterly unimportant. The only thing that really matters is being validated.”
That was so obvious, Kitty told herself. Why hadn’t she seen that before?
“You need to be validated. Being validated means showing off that pretty body. Being validated means getting fucked hard and the harder you get fucked, the more validation you feel.”
Why hadn’t she seen that before, Kitty wondered. She totally needed to get fucked hard. It was so obvious.
Kitty hadn’t realized he’d been doing it but even as Henry had been talking he’d ever so slowly been easing her zipper down her dress but she noticed it when he pushed her dress off her shoulders. “I’m … I’m not wearing any panties,” she said.
“Of course, you’re not,” Henry cooed. “You’re not wearing any panties because you want to get fucked.”
It was so obvious, Kitty thought as Henry slid the dress down over her massive boobies. She almost wondered why she hadn’t thought of that before but then thinking was hard and besides, bimbo sluts like her just wanted to get fucked. Really nothing else mattered.
And then Henry was working the dress down past her hips and the dress fell at her feet and Henry was pressing his cock up against her now bare bottom. “Tell me what it is you want me to do to you,” he said.
“I want you to fuck me,” Kitty said breathlessly.
“What?”
“I said I want you to fuck me.”
“What?”
Why did he keep asking her that, Kitty wondered. She knew she was supposed to be the stupid one and she was fine with that. She didn’t much care if she ever had an intelligent thought ever again. l, she really wanted was to feel the validation of his cock in her pussy. “I want you to fuck me,” she said again.
“Because you’re a bimbo slut.”
“Yes, yes, yes. Because I’m a bimbo slut.” She didn’t care if she might not have said it before. It felt so good to say it now.
“Well if that’s what you want then that’s what you’re going to get,” the man said and as he was saying it, he slid in behind her.
Kitty’s fingers were already playing with her pussy and she could already tell just how wet her pussy was as she waited for the validation that she knew she needed.
“Oh yes,” Kitty gasped as she finally felt his cock slide up inside her pussy. Oh yes, that was good. Oh yes, that was exactly what she needed. She knew she lived for moments like this, she was after all a bimbo slut.
And for his part, Henry seemed to like fucking her bimbo slut pussy almost as much as she liked it. “Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned as his cock continued to take her. “Fuck, that’s so fucking good.”
He liked her, Kitty thought. He really liked her. Mm, she couldn’t wait to have him cum inside her. For a moment, there was another bit of unease. Neither one of them were using protection. If he came inside her …
But almost as quickly as that thought had entered her mind, it was gone. Bimbo sluts didn’t think about stuff like that. Heck, bimbo sluts didn’t think at all. All that bimbo sluts wanted was to feel a man cum in her tight, little pussy and that was what Kitty wanted too. It would be the ultimate validation to feel him cum inside her pussy.
Kitty heard the man groan yet again and in the next instant she felt it as he finally buried his cock inside her. He was doing it. He was cumming inside. He was giving her the validation she so desperately craved.
Kitty contentedly chewed on her gum as he finally pulled back and she could feel Henry’s cum oozing out of her well fucked cunt. Oh my, that was good. He’d fucked her so good and so hard. He’d fucked her just the way she’d needed to be fucked. She couldn’t help but feel so validated. She blew a bubble and …
Pop!
She was out on a street somewhere and it was night with traffic rushing by. She looked down at herself and she could see she was dressed. Well more dressed than she’d been moments before with Henry’s cum oozing out of her cunt, she was wearing black high heeled shoes, of course, and fishnet stockings and considering that she only ever wore the shortest of skirts, it was surprising to see that she was now wearing a pair of black, leather booty shorts and to top it all off, she was wearing a leopard-skinned tube top which only just barely contained her breasts but other than that, hid nothing else.
She was still looking at herself when she had a sneaking suspicion. Ever so slightly, she worked a hand down and she slid her fingers between her legs and oh my, yes, her suspicion had been right. Her booty shorts had no crotch.
“There’ll be time enough for that later, whore. Get back to work.”
Kitty looked at the man who’d just spoken to her and she recognized him immediately which was odd because she was sure she’d never seen him before. This man was Tony. He was her pimp.
She wasn’t the only whore out here but she certainly was the only bimbo whore out here and Kitty couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride at that. She knew there was a part of her deep inside of her that was cringing at that thought but for the life of her, she couldn’t help but wonder why. She knew she wasn’t very smart and she knew she had a body that was just made for fucking so why wouldn’t she want to be a bimbo whore and even as she had that thought, the cringing part of herself finally shut the fuck up.
It was her job to look pretty and she could totally do that but if a car pulled up as one was doing right now, it was her job to scurry over and let the man inside see what she had to offer. She loved that part, too.
Kitty leaned over even as she looked into the car. She loved doing that because no man could help but stare at her massive boobies and wasn’t that like totally the best thing ever? What girl wouldn’t want a man to stare at her massive boobies. It always made her bimbo pussy wetter when a man stared at her boobies.
“Do you see something you like?” Kitty would ask the man even though it was obvious that he did.
Some men were nervous when confronted with her bimbo boobies but other men like this one were quick to tell her just how much they liked her boobies but no matter what kind of man was looking at her, Kitty’s response was always the same. “Well if you like what you’re seeing now,” she said, “then maybe we can go somewhere where I can show you something more.”
“How much?”
That was always the question. Tony had always made it clear to her that she wasn’t supposed to charge too much. She wasn’t a high cost escort who could make really big bucks but then again, she wasn’t supposed to charge too little either. She wasn’t trailer trash. She was a bimbo whore and if guys wanted to fuck her, they needed to pay her for it.
Eventually, they’d come to a price that wasn’t too high or too low and she’d get in the car with the guy and they’d go wherever he wanted to take her.
There was a part of her in the back of her mind that knew she needed to ask for the money first but honestly, as horny as she usually was and as hard as it was to think straight, sometimes it wasn’t all that easy to remember what she was supposed to do but if she let the guy fuck her and then he stiffed her afterwards, Tony would make sure she didn’t forget the next time.
Usually, they ended up in a motel room although sometimes the guy would take her back to his apartment but wherever it was they went, she knew she couldn’t wait to do whatever the guy wanted her to do, she knew bimbo whores like her loved sucking a man’s cock and of course she was just like every other bimbo whore. All she needed was the opportunity and she’d happily be sliding her lips around his cock and she couldn’t help but love the way a man moaned when she did that.
Sometimes, she’d get lucky and he’d cum in her mouth and like any good bimbo whore, Kitty loved it when a man did that. She might not be like totally super smart or anything like that but sometimes smart girls could be too smart for their own good. Sometimes, smart girls got all upset when a man came in her mouth but not her. She wasn’t a smart girl and she knew it but she also knew when a man came in her mouth, she was going to swallow like the good, little bimbo whore she was.
But of course, a bimbo whore craved getting fucked. Smart girls might think they were done when they made a man cum in her mouth but bimbo whores knew differently. Bimbo whores knew they weren’t smart. Bimbo whores knew they needed to be validated. And bimbo whores knew that the only real validation came when a man came in her tight, little pussy and being the bimbo whore that she was, that’s exactly what Kitty wanted, too.
The only question really was how was this man or any man going to take her but Kitty knew that wasn’t her problem. She knew it wasn’t up to her to make that call because being the bimbo whore that she was, she knew the man she was with would make the decision for her because, of course, men were always right.
One way or the other though, bimbo whore Kitty always found herself with a man’s cock buried deep inside her tight, little hole and once that happened, it was only a matter of time before he came in her hungry, little pussy and course she’d blow a bubble with her gum and …
Pop!
Once more, bimbo Kitty was in the pub and she was sitting in front of the pub owner. “You’ve seen your choices,” he said, “but ultimately the choice is up to you as it always was. Either you become a bimbo slut for the rest of your life or a bimbo whore. So, what’s it going to be?”
Kitty didn’t say anything. She just chomped down on her gum and then she blew a bubble and then …
Pop. The choice was made.