<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Slut Shack</strong></span></div><br/>Lin Isaac looked into her lover’s face with a wicked grin. “Hey, baby,” she said and threw the door to her modest apartment open wide. She’d invited Julia over with the promise of a new surprise – and both of them knew what “surprise” usually meant in the context of their relationship.<br/><br/>Julia stepped in, looking both anxious and excited – a state Lin loved to see her in. The slender, auburn-haired girl was her girlfriend of over a year now, and Lin became increasingly sure with each passing day that Julia was the love of her life. She was also Lin’s submissive little bitch. With a little grin and a flutter of excitement in her stomach, Lin led her lover into the bedroom.<br/><br/>Lin often found herself looking enviously at Julia’s willowy build. She herself was much less streamlined, with thick thighs and a bottom which was much too big, in her eyes. The upside of this was her heavy breasts, large but still youthfully firm – and anyway, on her better days, Lin looked herself in the mirror and decided that her imperfections were more than weighed up by her naturally thick, blonde hair and what Julia sometimes described as her “movie-star” looks.<br/><br/>Today, she was wearing a cardigan over a t-shirt, and a pair of comfortable jeans. But right now, she was more interested in what Julia would be wearing. As they reached the bedroom, she whirled around with a flourish and grinned at her lover again. “Julia,” she said sweetly, “I thought we’d play a fun game today. I call it, Showing Off the Goods.” And with that, she opened the closet to reveal the outfit which would turn her submissive girlfriend into a complete slut.<br/><br/>There was a wispy little blouse which would show off Julia’s cleavage and also make sure that her nipples showed clearly through the cloth (she would, of course, be braless). There was a skimpy little miniskirt which would have a hard time covering all of her butt, and a pair of thigh-length stockings. A pair of pumps with 4-inch heels stood on the floor, and a microscopic g-string hung from a hanger.<br/><br/>Lin’s grin had turned positively devilish now. “Here are the rules,” she said. “You take all your clothes off, and put these on, I apply liberal amounts of make-up to your face, and you go out on the street, showing off your body like the slutty little whore you are.” She relished the chance to see how Julia would react this time.