Forever Nikki                     by: Monika Ikon

 

Nikki would always remember the night the long white limousine pulled up to the curb and changed his life forever.

He had been picked up by guys in limousines before. Usually, they were rich customers from the hills cruising for a little rough trade. They were far more perverse than the run of the mill johns just looking for a little extramarital spice. But they paid well and the more money Nikki brought back to his pimp at the end of the night the less likely he was to get smacked around. Nikki stood on the corner, striking the usual pose, hands on hips, tapping his foot as the tinted window hummed down.

The woman inside the limo was beautiful. She was blonde as an angel with high cheekbones and flawless skin. Her eyes were a blue that seemed to stretch on into eternity. Nikki's breath caught. He wondered, not for the first time, why men would ever come to him when they could have a real woman. Of course, not every man could have a woman like the one in the white limousine, but still…

But still…

Nikki felt terribly jealous and terribly curious. He wondered what had brought this incredible woman out to the streets. Nikki had serviced women on several occasions, but they'd always been in the company of their kinky boyfriends or husbands. With an effort, Nikki looked away from the woman’s face into the dark interior of the car.

"I'm alone," she said, as if reading his mind. "Would you like to take a little ride with me?"

"Yes ma'am," Nikki said.

The woman inside the limo smiled. It was a movie-star smile. Nikki tried to remember if he had ever seen her before. He thought she might be an actress or a celebrity, but he couldn’t place the face. The door unlocked from inside and Nikki stepped inside. As soon as he swung the heavy door closed, the limo pulled away from the curb.

"So hello there," the woman said easily. "What is your name?"

"Nik-Nikki," he stuttered. He wasn’t usually nervous. He didn’t know why he was nervous now. He told himself that the woman sitting across from him was just another trick to be turned. She was a woman…just a woman…He wasn’t convinced even for a moment. "Huh," he said. The woman had said something he hadn’t heard.

"I said, that’s a very pretty name."

"Thank you…I…" he was going to tell her how he chose it, realized the woman probably couldn’t care less, and stopped himself.

Nikki hadn’t planned on making a living as a whore. He had come to LA as a hopeful young screenwriter. He ended up taking on a variety of dead-end odd jobs just to survive. Nikki lived in a small room above an all-night laundromat far from the glittering world that he imagined. When his room was broken into and his laptop was stolen he hardly even noticed. By that time he’d long given up writing. He’d been drinking for some time, buying cheap beer and malt liquor from the all-night store down the block. He was working as a chambermaid for a roadside motel when he gave his first blowjob. The man he’d serviced was a fifty-year-old married tool salesman. He gave Nikki a free tumbler of vodka and twenty bucks for three-minutes of work. Nikki was hooked on both.

"My name is Julia. I like your outfit Nikki."

"Thank you," Nikki said softly and blushed.

He tugged unconsciously at the hem of his tight velvet mini-skirt. It had risen above the tops of his thigh-high fishnets, so high up his shaved legs that his garish split-crotch panties were showing. He was wearing a tight white tube top that showed off his flat belly and navel ring as well as a pair of red platform sandals with ridiculously thick soles. Ordinarily, the way he looked tonight would not be a problem. But Nikki couldn’t help feeling extremely cheap and trashy in front of this woman even if she had been trying to make him feel comfortable.

After his first encounter with the tool salesman, Nikki started making it known that he was available. He was awkward and unsure of himself at first but he soon got the hang of it. He would come into rooms in the evening when a guy was tense and lonely or in the morning when they woke up warm and horny. If, for some reason, they were in their rooms in the afternoon, he would come in and offer to relieve their boredom.

Nikki started dressing more provocatively and discovered that men felt more comfortable the more femme his style. He wore girl jeans and tank tops, shorts and cut-off t-shirts, platform Keds and flip-flops. He grew out his hair and had it cut in a girlish shag. He painted his finger and toenails with clear lacquer. It wasn’t long before Nikki was making up to sixty dollars a night. That might not have been much but it was more money than he’d seen since coming to LA.

But more than the money, Nikki liked the attention. He liked making men come. It made him feel wanted and valuable and not so alone. He’d been raised by his mom, who had never had much time for him, and on the morning he left home she and her boyfriend were so hung over they didn’t get out of bed to wish him goodbye. There was something about being on his knees in front of a man with an aching hard-on, putting his soft lips around its swollen head, running his fingers lightly up and down the shaft that gave Nikki a sense of meaning in his otherwise meaningless life. He loved feeling a man’s need for him, for his warm, wet, yielding mouth, the strong hands pressing his submissive face into the grinding crotch, the desperate breathing, the build-up deep in the loins, and then the explosion as the hips bucked and Nikki’s face was fucked and spurt after spurt of hot come seared his tongue and throat.

"How long have you been on the street?"

"About two months, I guess…"

"I’ve never seen you before."

"No," Nikki said. "I would have remembered you…"

"Me too." Julia gave him a long, slow, appraising once-over. "I suppose a fresh young thing like you doesn’t get stale on the curb."

"I usually get picked up pretty quickly," Nikki said, without the least trace of boastfulness.

"That could change so quickly, darling."

Nikki shrugged, pretending nonchalance. "Yeah, I guess."

It didn’t take long for the motel manager to realize what Nikki was doing. Soon he demanded a share of the money that Nikki was making. Nikki figured he'd do better out on the streets than depending on the horniness of the guys who just happened to be passing through the motel and paying that sleaze bag of a manager half. So he quit his job and became a full-time hustler.

By this time, he'd bought himself a small wardrobe: short, tight skirts and tiny tops that showed off his flat tummy, thigh-high fishnet stockings and clunky platform sandals, silk panties and lacy thongs. His hair was longer now and his lips painted in a sexy red pout. He hid his eyes behind dark movie-star sunglasses, chewed gum, and pretended to chain-smoke Virginia Slims. The other fake girls took pity on him and showed him the ropes. They shared their stashes of black-market hormones and Nikki's hair grew longer, his skin softer, and soon he had two cute little breasts. Before long Nikki was a regular turning up to $200 a night.

"I make it a point to know the new girls," Julia said. "I’m searching, Nikki. Do you know what I’m searching for?"

"No ma’am."

"I’m searching for that one girl I can save. I want to find that special girl, Nikki. I know she’s out there. She may even be you. Do you think you’re the one I’m looking for?"

"I—I really don’t know."

Nikki might have asked out of the car if it were anyone else. But something about this woman’s ethereal beauty captivated him. She was tall and toned and wearing a slinky silver lame' evening dress that looked like money. Her breasts swelled on either side of the plunging neckline and diamond earrings hung from dainty ears exposed by her elegant updo. On her pale slender aristocratic feet were a pair of silver Iruggio strap sandals with heels at least 4 inches high. Her toenails were painted such a classy and subtle shade of silver that it made Nikki painfully self-conscious of the trashiness of the cheap red Maybelline polish on his own toes.

"You like feet?"

"Oh…um…yes," Nikki said, blushing even more deeply.

"It's okay, so do I. Yours are very cute. You can't fake feet, you know."

Nikki looked up at her helplessly.

"If you don’t mind my saying so, you seem a little out of it, Nikki."

"I’m okay."

"Are you high, honey?"

Nikki hesitated. He looked at Julia suspiciously. He spent what money he earned as quickly as he made it and, sometimes, even before he made it on alcohol and drugs, often exchanging sexual favors in order to get high. He seldom ate regularly anymore and lost so much weight he was often sick. But his starved, waifish look only seemed to make him that much more desirable to the men cruising the tenderloin district where he worked. It was no doubt inevitable that Nikki would eventually attract the attention of someone like Kroker. That was the street name of the Russian pimp who "owned" many of the trannies on the street Nikki walked. Nikki had already been beaten up, robbed, and stiffed enough times to know that he needed protection. Besides, if it wasn't Kroker, it would only be someone else who claimed him and as violent and greedy as Kroker was he wasn't half as bad as some of the others.

"It’s okay. You can tell me. Do I look like a cop?"

"No," Nikki said hesitantly. He wasn’t exactly sure what to think.

"You’re high aren’t you?"

"A little," Nikki confessed.

"What on babydoll?"

"Umm, I don’t know exactly."

"You don’t know?"

"Booze. Poppers, I guess. Some pills.. Ecstasy?" Nikki shrugged. "Kroker gave it to me.

Julia looked serious all of a sudden. "Kroker is your pimp?"

Nikki was beginning to feel very nervous. He glanced out the window at the street scenery sliding passed.

"He told you never to talk about him, didn’t he?"

Nikki nodded his head. How could he possibly tell her about the cigarette burns on the insides of his upper arms, where, according to Kroker, they were less likely to be seen. Or the fresh welts on his inner thighs. How could he tell her of the terrible things that Kroker had promised to do to him if Nikki ever double-crossed him? How could he tell her of the little Chinese hustler who disappeared one morning and was never seen again. Some said she had run away. But others swore they heard that Kroker had sold her to a couple of guys who made snuff films in Mexico.

"That’s okay Nikki. I understand," Julia said. "We won’t talk about him. Let’s party a little, shall we?."

"Okay," Nikki said, relieved.

Julia lifted her leg and held one perfect foot up for his inspection. "Do you like my feet?"

"Oh yes," Nikki said.

The woman looked down along her leg at her foot, twisting it from side to side, appraising it.

"I don't know. Sometimes I think my feet are too big."

"Oh no ma'am," Nikki managed. "They’re quite lovely."

"Would you like to kiss them?"

Nikki nodded.

Julia smiled again, and nodded towards the floor. Nikki slid off the seat and onto his knees. He took one of her high-heels in his hands and brushed his painted lips across her toes. They smelled of lavender. He gently started licking her toes and Julia let out a little moan. Nikki fumbled with the delicate buckle on the ankle strap and removed the elegant heel. He did the same with the other high heel so that Julia was now barefoot. One at at time, he lifted her white, high-arched feet to his mouth. Julia’s feet were soft on the bottom, as if they never touched the ground. Nikki licked the sole of each foot from heel to toes. Then he took her toes between his lips and began sucking them.

Nikki could sense her excitement and feel her heat as her smooth legs parted slightly. He reluctantly left her feet and started kissing up the backs of her shapely calves. Nikki didn't stop, licking and kissing the insides of her soft white thighs, his face now inches away from the white lace triangle of her delicate panties.

"Ah Nikki," she murmured. "Ahhh…"

Nikki didn't need to be told. He warmed her panties with his breath and then ever so gently he licked and…

"Don't stop..."

She pressed Nikki’s face back between her legs. He licked Julia's penis through the white lace panties. It was smaller than any penis he had ever sucked, even smaller than his own, which hampered by hormones, drugs and alcohol, had nevertheless grown chubby inside his cheap silk panties. Julia reached between her legs and with two perfectly manicured fingers pulled the material of her panties to the side.

Nikki gently took the tumescent little bud of flesh between his lips and sucked. He had sucked so many men's penises but never anything like this one. He couldn't even call it a penis. Nikki gauged his success by Julia's response. He rubbed his tongue along the bottom of her little thing and felt Julia tremble with pleasure. She might not be hard but she was still very sensitive.

Encouraged, Nikki continued to suck and teased her. On a hunch, he decided to treat her ambiguous sex organ as if it were a clitoris and he were giving her cunnilingus. He stopped the up and down and in and out and let his tongue describe intricate patterns over the spongy flesh in his mouth. By now, Julia had shimmied her panties down over her ass and down to her ankles. She had pulled up her little silver dress and sat with her legs spread and completely exposed to Nikki. He could taste Julia's precum on his tongue and felt her fingers now tangled in his hair as he performed.

"Close…close…" she breathed.

Nikki didn't have to be told. He could feel her, wet and hot against his face. Julia pulled him close to her crotch and then she gasped and Nikki worked his tongue faster and Julia went over the top. Her orgasm seemed to last a very long time. The little plug of flesh released a small amount of fluid which Nikki easily swallowed. To his surprise, Julia kept his face pressed between her legs and Nikki responded by continuing to lap at her organ until she came again and once again. Julia lay back in her seat, spent and relaxed, as Nikki cleaned her lazily with his tongue.

"That was wonderful," Julia said once her panties were up. "You have a very talented mouth."

Nikki looked up and smiled. "Thank you."

Julia stroked her hand along the underside of his jaw and looked kindly into his eyes. "You are probably wondering about me. I would be, if I were you. I'll bet you didn't expect to find out I was a boy."

Nikki shook his head. He wouldn't call this beautiful blonde creature a boy no matter what she had between her legs.

Julia saw it in his expression and laughed.

"Well I am a boy--or was. I guess it's how you look at it. Believe it or not, I used to be a lot like you. I ended up on the streets, too, hooking, stealing, doing whatever to make ends meet. I know what it's like, Nikki. It's a bad life."

Nikki looked away.

"I was lucky," Julia continued. "One night I got picked up by a man who saw me not so much for what I was but who I could be. He helped me to become the person I am now. I'd like to do the same for you, if you'd let me."

Nikki turned back to Julia, tears in his eyes. It was so long since anyone had cared about him. It was so long since anyone thought of him as anything more than a fag-whore to be used and discarded. He was so choked up he could barely get the word out.

"Why," he finally managed.

"You're special, Nikki."

"I don't feel special," he said, almost angrily.

Julia was undaunted.

"But you are, Nikki. I can tell. This isn't just a job for you. I can tell by the way you look and move. I can tell by the way you went down on me. You like what you do and you hate yourself for that. You need to lose your self-hatred. You are a very beautiful girl, Nikki. I want to cultivate that in you. Please say you'll accept my friendship."

Nikki hardly knew what to say. He really did want to leave the streets. He was scared of the kind of life he was living. He was scared of Kroker and the johns and disease. He wanted to go somewhere safe. He wanted to fall in love. He wanted to be beautiful like Julia.

"So," Julia said, smiling her perfect smile. "Will you be my special friend?"

Nikki thought he must be dreaming. It all seemed too good to be true. She probably just wants to take me home to fuck me, he thought. Well, it’ll be a few days off the street anyway. And these rich LA types always had plenty of booze and drugs. He’d just have to think up something to tell Kroker when he got back…

"Ok," Nikki said. "I would like that very much,"

The limousine had been moving the whole time. Nikki looked out the window and saw that they were far from his neighborhood. They looked like they were in the Hollywood Hills. The streets were wide, lined with tall trees, and there were tall iron gates guarding long driveways leading into the darkness.

"Good," Julia clapped her hands. "We’re going to have so much fun together."

And they did have fun together.

The next eleven months were the best that Nikki could remember. He went to famous restaurants where only those graced with wealth and celebrity dined. He accompanied Julia to movie openings and exclusive parties. They went shopping on Rodeo Drive and clubbing at Masks and Divinity. Julia’s benefactor, Ben, was an immensely wealthy producer who absolutely doted on her. Whatever Julia wanted she got. And what she wanted now was Nikki. She planned Nikki’s gradual transformation, from the breast implants to the collagen injections to the hormone therapy.

Nikki’s breasts were now a perfect c-cup. His hips, ass, and thighs had assumed a pleasing roundness in spite of his still rather undernourished figure. Nikki had responded surprisingly well to the high-quality hormones he was now getting on a regular basis. His hair had grown to below his shoulder blades and Julia had sent him to a Beverly Hills salon where it had been styled and lightened. A renowned plastic surgeon had given Nikki his tiny nose, the dimple in his soft chin, and the kewpie doll lips. Electrolysis was hardly necessary, except for his pubic area, which was now quite hairless.

"You’re my very own creation darling," Julia would say, inspecting some new modification she’d made to Nikki’s feminized body.  

Nikki would thank her with sex. He didn’t mind. He loved giving Julia pleasure. She was so perfect, so beautiful, so sexy. Nikki knew he could never be like her, but he loved being around her. If it could have been just the two of them, Julia and Nikki, maybe things wouldn’t have turned out like they did. But even though Ben was away a lot, he and Julia were deeply in love, and when he was around Julia’s attention went to him. Nikki knew the way it was but that didn’t stop him from feeling jealous and abandoned. In his loneliness he took to drinking. He had stopped when he first came to the mansion but slowly started again.

Now, often alone, he would sit in his pretty clothes and watch television and drink champagne. The two big walk-in closets in his room were a tranny’s dream filled with everything from the most elegant designer evening gowns to the sexiest lingerie. The drawers of his dressers contained panties and bras of every color and style. And then there were the shoes: pumps, platforms, flats, and sandals, boots, clogs, stilettos, and thick-soled flip-flops, mules, slip-ons, ballet slippers, and fetish heels with little padlocks and jingly bells. Julia had spared no expense in buying outfits for her living doll. And Nikki loved playing dress up. It was just that lately he seemed to be doing it more and more for the mirror alone.

When things got really bad, Nikki would call the car around and have himself driven to the old neighborhood to score drugs. It was stupid and dangerous, he knew, but he couldn’t help himself. Julia knew what was going on and tried to help him. She enrolled him in various expensive drug rehabilitation centers and that worked for a while, but, like all addicts, Nikki had a deep insecurity inside, an abyss where a sense of self-love and identity should be, and he couldn’t stop falling.

Sometimes, lying upstairs in his bed, drunk or strung out on junk, Nikki would turn on the intercom and listen to Julia and Ben arguing downstairs. They were arguing about him. Ben was saying that Nikki was out of control. He wanted him out of the house before he attracted trouble. Julia asked for a little more time to straighten him out. It went on and on like that. Nikki would cry as he listened. He knew he should stop what he was doing. He knew he was going to ruin everything.

One afternoon Nikki was lying on a chaise lounge by the pool sipping a glass of pink champagne. Beyond his painted toes the large pool sparkled in the California sun. He felt a shadow fall over him and looked up from behind his sunglasses at the muscular man in the fine suit standing by the side of his chair. Alejandro was Julia’s bodyguard and fiercely devoted to both her and Ben. He seemed oblivious to Nikki’s shy lonely attempts to seduce him and totally disgusted by the she-boy’s addictions and the distress they caused his mistress.

"Ms. Julia wants to see you," he said gruffly.

"Oh…hmmmm…" Nikki struggled up from the chaise, holding his glass in one hand and the bottle in the other. "Could you please help me?"

Nikki giggled as the hunky man humorlessly helped him to his feet. Nikki yanked on his white bikini bottoms, thanked Alejandro, and, wearing a pair of see-through plastic platforms, did his best to walk in a straight line toward the patio door.

He found Julia in the solarium. She was seated on an antique Italian armchair. Her tight white sheath dress had inched up her beautiful thighs and showed a glimpse of her white satin panties. She was wearing a pair of white high-heeled sandals. Her hair was worked into a single braid which fell between her shoulder blades. Nikki knew that because he had woven the braid for her that morning while Julia sat at her dressing table.

"I’m sorry Julia," Nikki started, accustomed to apologizing for his drinking. I just…"

"Don’t worry about it Nikki," Julia said, smiling. She patted her lap. "Come here, sweetheart."

"You’re not mad?" Nikki asked curiously, sitting on Julia’s lap. Nikki often forgot how small he was—and how much bigger Julia was than him by comparison. When he sat on her lap, his own feet didn’t touch the floor.

"No, darling, I’m not mad at you. Here, let me pour you some more."

Julia took the bottle from Nikki and refilled his champagne flute.

"Thank you," Nikki said, the flute now filled with the sparkling pink wine. He sipped the champagne. It was sweet and bubbly. "Mmmm…."

"You like?"

"Yummy," Nikki said.

"Drink up," Julia said. "You’re pretty wasted, aren’t you?"

Nikki giggled. "Yes, I think so."

"Nikki, do you love me?"

"Oh Julia you know I do!" Nikki touched Julia’s face with his finger, looking into her eyes adoringly. He took another sip of champagne. "I’d probably be dead by now if it weren’t for you."

Nikki leaned forward and kissed Julia. He could taste her raspberry lipstick mixed with the taste of his champagne.

Julia looked at him seriously. "Yes, I suppose you might be."

"Julia, love, you can always be sure I’ll love you. You mean everything to me."

Nikki let his finger trace the outline of her long elegant neck, let it run down her bare shoulder to her femme arms, so soft and smooth, like Nikki’s, no bulky muscle at all anymore.

Julia poured more champagne into her glass. "You drink so much lately, Nikki. So much booze and drugs…I’m afraid of what’s going to become of you."

"Do you want me to stop? I’ll try to stop," Nikki said automatically, looking into the bottom of his glass as he drank.

"You can’t stop Nikki. We both know that."

"I know," he smiled sort of dopily. He hiccuped and threw a hand over his mouth in surprise.

"Oooops!"

He giggled and Julia smiled indulgently.

"Besides, I want you to celebrate. Tonight’s a special night."

"Really? How?"

"Oh you’ll see Nikki."

Feeling silly, Nikki bounced on Julia’s pantied lap and pretended to pout. "Tell me tell me tell me…"

"It’s a surprise. You like surprises. Don’t you, Nikki?"

"Yes, oh yes," He drained the glass of champagne and she poured him another. "I love you so so much Julia. You are so sweet to me. I’ll love you forever and ever."

"Promise?"

"I promise," Nikki said. He drunkenly traced a little circle around Julia’s nipple which showed plainly beneath the clingy fabric of her dress. Nikki ducked his head and licked the hardened nipple with the tip of his pierced tongue.

"Ahhh…Nikki"

He moved his head and licked Julia’s other nipple. It hardened. He felt his little penis getting turgid and wiggled his bottom a little. He could feel Julia’s damp panties through his bikini bottom.

"You’re so wet, Julia. Do you want me to…"

"Let’s go to the bedroom."

Nikki slid off Julia’s warm lap and she patted him on this plump brown bottom. She took Nikki’s hand and he leaned against her as they made their way to Nikki’s bedroom. He staggered a little. He was really kind of drunk now. But he felt totally happy and content. It had been so long since he’d had Julia’s undivided attention. When they got to the bedroom, Julia took champagne flute from Nikki’s hand and put it on the night-stand along with the bottle.

"Take your shoes off, Nikki."

Nikki sat on the side of the bed. He reached down and fumbled with the straps of his big plastic platform shoes. His fingers felt so thick and clumsy. Finally, Julia got impatient and bent down to take the shoes off him.

"Really Nikki," Julia sighed, shaking her head. "You are totally useless."

Nikki leaned back and hiccuped while Julia removed his shoes.

"Now do you think you can manage to get up on the bed?"

Nikki climbed clumsily up onto the mattress.

"That’s it. Now turn over and get on all fours and stick your little tush in the air. Just like you’re going to get fucked. You like that, don’t you? Well, Nikki, honey, you are going to get fucked. Sort of. Now just wait while I…"

Nikki heard her at the dresser and started to turn around. "Don’t look Nikki. It’s better if you don’t look. You like surprises don’t you?"

"Yessh…" he slurred.

"Good because I think this is going to be a big surprise for you."

Julia untied the little straps on each side of Nikki’s bikini bottom and pulled the thin material away. She worked two of her greased fingers into Nikki’s asshole and then pushed a dildo larger than he’d ever taken into his chubby bottom. Drunk, responding almost instinctively, Nikki wriggled backwards on the fat rubber cock, impaling himself nicely.

"That’s it honey. Take it all in. Now, just hold still a second."

A little moan escaped Nikki’s lips.

"I.. .oooohhh…."

"Cold, isn’t it?"

Nikki felt Julia swab a small patch high on his upturned fanny. Then he felt a sharp sting. His head jerked around and he looked in confusion as he saw Julia emptying a large syringe into the flesh of his buttocks.

"It’s okay Nikki. You can look now. It’s too late anyway."

For an instant his head cleared. He thought he understood what was happening. He really didn’t.

"Julia, I’ve been drinking…a lot," he said, questioningly. "I could overdose. Booze and drugs…my god, Julia…"

Julia put a soft hand on the small of Nikki’s back. "Stop squirming Nikki. It will only hurt more. The needle’s almost empty."

"Oh Julia…" he started crying.

Julia pulled the needle out of his bottom and help Nikki turn over onto his back. She poured more champagne from the bottle on the night-stand and held the glass to his pouty painted lips.

"Here have a little more to drink, Nikki."

He shook his head "no."

"Drink it Nikki. It makes no difference any more. It’ll make it easier for you."

Nikki looked up with tears rolling down her face. Julia looked so beautiful, so kind, so sweet. He trusted her more than anything. He closed his eyes and slowly drank the champagne. Julia encouraged him.

"That’s a good girl."

Nikki loved when she called him that. Julia took the glass away and put it back on the night-stand. Nikki continued to make little drinking motions with his lips.

"Look Nikki," Julia said excitedly. "Open your eyes. It’s already starting."

Nikki opened his eyes reluctantly. Julia was pointing down to his bare feet. All of a sudden, Nikki realized that his feet were beginning to feel strange, numb. He started to panic.

"Julia! I can’t feel my toes!"

Julia looked fascinated. There was a strange gleam in her devastating eyes.

"It’s happening," she said. "Don’t worry, my pretty. I’ve done this before. You won’t feel any pain."

"Julia, please call someone. I think I might be…dying."

"Easy Nikki, easy. Point your toes honey."

"Huh?"

"Point your toes. Try to make them look sexy while you can still move them. The way they look now is the way they’re going to look forever."

"Julia what do you mean—"

"Shut up and just do it Nikki. There isn’t much time. Pretend you’re wearing heels…"

Nikki had to concentrate really hard, especially in his inebriated state, but he managed to do it. He arched his feet and pointed his toes. Nikki felt the bones and muscles stiffening. For the time being, he forgot his terror. He knew he didn’t have much time. Soon he wouldn’t be able to feel his feet at all.

"Are they okay?" Nikki ask, worried.

"Oh Nikki, darling, look."

Julia slipped a hand under the back of his head. "Look at your pretty little feet. You’ll never be able to walk again, cutie. Actually, pretty soon, you won’t ever be able to move at all."

"Julia, please tell me what’s happening to me."

She lifted one of his legs, bent it slightly at the knee.

"Try to hold your leg just like this, Nikki. That’s it honey. I want to be able to stand you up when your finished. I want to place you with the others."

"Others?"

"My little gallery of the damned, darling. The others I couldn’t save."

Nikki felt the same strange dead feeling flow over his legs that he felt in his feet, locking his knees in place, and spreading up over his smooth thighs. He could just feel Julia’s soft palm moving ahead of the paralysis; it’s as if she were molding him out of living clay. She cupped his shrunken balls in her hand. Nikki looked up at her, panicked.

"Please Julia…"

"Sssshhh….," she said. "Don’t worry."

"But why…Julia why…"

She wiped the tears running down Nikki’s cheeks. "Because this way you won’t suffer anymore honey. Don’t you see? You won’t ever be ruined now. You don’t know what the streets can do to a girl like you. I’ve seen it happen. The booze, drugs, the sex, the violence. Girls like you get old before their time. They die sick and ugly Nikki. I don’t want that to happen to you. Now it won’t. No more pain, sweetheart. No more doubts, no more feeling insecure, no more fear. You won’t feel any of that anymore Nikki. You won’t feel anything."

The truth, the inevitability of his fate was slowly dawning on Nikki. He knew, suddenly, there would be no escape. A strange calm came over him. Perhaps whatever Julia had injected him with was paralyzing his mind just as it had paralyzed his body. Or, perhaps, somewhere deep inside him, Nikki knew that Julia was right. Still, there was one last spark of hope…

"But Kroker…I belong to him. He’ll look for me…"

Julia smiled sweetly. "I’m sorry, darling. Kroker knows you’re not coming back. Remember that little Chinese girl you were telling me about? The one who disappeared?"

Nikki felt the glimmer of hope fade cold and black. It was over. He was over.

"Kroker sold him to me just like he sold you. I think you and Mei will look wonderful standing next to each other," Julia said. "Please don’t be sad, Nikki. You’re going to be young and beautiful forever. Isn’t that what you wanted?"

She rubbed his little nub of a penis and Nikki could feel himself stiffening. There was nothing else to do but enjoy his last chance at sensation.

"If you want to come one last time you’d better hurry, Nikki."

Julia’s hand sped up even as he felt his buttocks hardening beneath him. Julia saw the look on his face and smiled sweetly. She knew what he was thinking.

"It’ll be in there forever," she said, referring to the dildo which his asshole now held with an iron-grip. "You’ll be eternally fucked. Isn’t that wonderful?"

Nikki hardly knew what to say. The enormity of what was happening completely overwhelmed him. The muscles of his flat belly grew rigid and suddenly it was becoming a little difficult to breathe. His ribcage compressed, hardened, and he was forced to take rapid shallow breaths. It was like wearing a very tight corset. Julia’s hand slowed down, picked up speed, slowed down again. She was teasing him. How many times had she done this as a kind of sweet torture, bringing him to the brink of orgasm and then pulling back, over and over, until he begged to cum. He begged her now with a desperation he’d never felt before.

"Do you need to cum?" Julia asked with mock-sweetness.

"Yes please please make me cum…" Nikki pleaded.

Julia pulled her hand away. His little cock throbbed and Nikki moaned with frustration.

"I’m sorry, but I can’t help you darling," Julia said. "You’ll have to finish yourself off Nikki honey. But you better hurry. I don’t think you have much time left."

She was right. Nikki’s arms were rapidly getting that by now familiar lethargic sensation that presaged total paralysis. Somehow his pelvic area still had feeling. He supposed it was the intensity of sensation in that area that enabled him to continue to experience a degree of sexual pleasure even though he could no longer feel the rest of his body below the waist. Whatever the reason he was grateful; if he could only orgasm in time perhaps his transition into this strange new form of life might be that much easier.

He moved his arm with some difficulty and reached between his legs. He just managed to close his cold fingers around his still-warm cock before they stiffened. His shoulder and wrist joints still had some mobility left in them and that enabled him to slowly jerk-off. He was not able to use his usual rhythm and his movements were stiff and erratic.

"Poor baby," Julia cooed. "Did you forget how to jerk yourself off?"

Nikki closed his eyes. He tried to concentrate on the fleeting sensations now coming from his cock..

"Here let me help you," Julia said.

Nikki felt a spark of hope until he realized what Julia meant by "help." He had the vague sensation of her taking his left wrist and pulling his arm across his body. Julia laid Nikki’s left hand on his left breast and pinched Nikki’s index and thumb closed over his left nipple. Nikki opened his eyes and looked down and saw what Julia had done. He couldn’t feel a thing.

The paralysis now rose up his neck, forcing his chin up. Nikki tried to speak, knowing that whatever he said would probably be his last words.

"I love…"

Julia smiled.

"I know," she said nodding, smiling. "I know."

She laid her hand under Nikki’s breast and felt his slowing heart.

"It’s time darling," she said. "You’d better hurry."

Nikki knew what she meant. He tried to pick up the pace of his masturbation but his wrist had totally stiffened. His shoulder was all but locked into place. Still, with great effort, he was able to twitch his shoulder enough to keep his right hand moving spasmodically. He was so close, so close. Nikki bit his lip with concentration and felt the rising flood of urgent heat start up his cock. He was going to make it, he was going to—

If only he could….

His shoulder locked in place and his hand stopped. But it was already done. His orgasm had started. He could now rest inside himself and experience one last rush of pleasure before he resigned himself to his existence as a pretty object for the rest of his life.

Nikki waited for his final orgasm to seize him but as he did he felt another equally powerful sensation. His cock, which hadn’t been hard in years, was turning to stone. The feeling rose up alongside the pleasure, the two sensations seeming to race each other along the length of his hardening cock. Nikki was rooting for the rush of warmth and sperm that would give him one last release. Nikki’s eyes opened wide, his lips parted, and a tiny silver strand squeezed from his stone penis.

Julia wiped it away with her finger and smeared it on Nikki’s stone lips. Then she cupped his face in her soft hands and kissed his unresponsive mouth with her soft, warm, and hungry one.

"Alejandro."

The large, handsome bodyguard stepped into the room. He’d been waiting outside in the hall. "Yes ma’am."

"Take her downstairs. Put her in the entranceway. I want her in a prominent place for the party Saturday night. And take Mei out of the gallery and place her next to Nikki."

Alejandro crossed the room and looked down at the frozen little sissy-whore. He felt his penis harden inside his pants. What a waste, he thought. Then he bent down and effortlessly lifted Nikki’s stiff body off the bed.

***

"Nikki darling, can you hear me? I know you can’t talk—or see, either. I’m sorry for that. But it was the only way. Try to understand."

Julia gazed fondly at the young tv hustler. The expression on his face, waiting for an orgasm that would never come, was exquisite.

"You and Mei were such a hit tonight." She glanced over at the statue of the little Chinese whore. Mei was on his hands and knees, mouth open, pert little ass raised, taking in two cocks that were no longer there. "I knew you girls would look good together. You are perfect now, just like I promised you would be."

Julia ran her fingers over Nikki’s cool cheek.

"Everyone was amazed at the likeness. They wondered where you were. I told them you’d gone back to the street. They were so sorry for me. So many lost causes come and gone. How many times I’ve gotten my hopes up only to be disappointed. I wish I could have told them the truth, but I don’t know if they would have accepted it. I told them I had this statue made of you to remember. Just like all the others. Oh Nikki…"

She let her fingers trail down the front of Nikki’s body, over the swell of his breasts, his belly. She stopped when she reached the hand covering his tiny swollen genitals. She covered the hand with her own. She wondered if somehow he could feel her touch, even a little. She hoped so.

"I’m wearing that black beaded dress Ben had made for me. The one I told you about, the Vera Wang. He treats me like such a princess. It must have cost a fortune. Thanks for helping me go shopping for the shoes. I knew you would pick just the sexiest ones. You are such a little foot freak. You were right. Ben just loved them!"

Ben came up behind Julia, put his arms around her waist.

"Talking about me?"

Julia leaned her head back on Ben’s shoulder.

"Isn’t he beautiful, Ben?"

Ben looked up from where he’d been kissing Julia’s slender neck. With one hand on his genitals and the other on his breast, Nikki was the very image of feminine eroticism.

"Yes he is," Ben said. "Makes me horny. What do you say we go upstairs?"

Julia laughed. Then she brushed away a tear.

"I miss him already."

"I know you do, darling. But it’s best this way. You know that. He would only have killed himself with drugs or disease or worse."

"I know. I just wish for once…"

"He’s happy this way. They all are."

"Do you really think so," Julia asked.

"Yes I do," Ben said. "Now let’s go upstairs.

Ben slipped his arm around Julia’s slender waist and led her towards the stairs. Julia took one last glance backwards, smiled wistfully, and thought that tomorrow—and every day after that-- she would order a bouquet of red roses to place on the pedestal upon which Nikki would stand safe and beautiful, forever.

She always did that. Until the next one…

After Nikki, would there be a next one?

There was always a next one.

Forever and ever.

And that is the word she whispered as she turned off the chandelier, leaving Nikki and Mei bathed in the tiny blue footlights surrounding their pedestals.

"Forever, Nikki."

 

End

 

 

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