Three

 

Karin began enlisting her cadre of wicked friends and acquaintances to assist with Suzette’s transformation. Trudi Schwarz became Suzette’s aerobics instructor and dance teacher. Suzette had regular dance and exercise sessions with Trudi and many of these were videotaped for Karin’s amusement.

Trudi was originally from Germany, where she worked as an exotic dancer in some of the better erotic sex clubs in Hamburg. Now, in the United States, she owned and operated a small chain of women’s exercise salons cashing in on the latest “pole dancing” exercise craze. Trudi didn’t mind taking money from bored, cellulite conscious housewives in return for showing them how to “work it” on the pole. These female clientele with their fat checkbooks and husband’s credit cards were an improvement over those perverse and sleazy types with their wrinkled and greasy one-dollar bills. There had never been enough of the really big spenders to offset those losers looking for a cheap thrill. Some say that she was known to moonlight in some of the more extreme and perverse of erotic Euro offerings. At a finely toned, yet curvy five feet ten, with her blonde hair slicked back, one didn’t need much imagination to picture her in leather and latex and wielding a crop. Her latent cruel streak was certainly evident in her training of Suzette, or Karin would not have hired her.  

It was Karin’s plan to diet and exercise her submissive Suzette down to a pleasing feminine shape, finishing off the look with corset training, foundation wear and, if necessary, perhaps even hormones. For now, however, it was a strict regimen of diet, dance and exercise. And with Trudi, strict was strict.

Trudi typically arrived in the early afternoon, after Suzette finished with Karin’s morning domestic needs and completed the usual list of chores for that day. Suzette would be attired in whatever costume was required for the day’s lesson: a cute little spandex leotard for aerobic work or a slutty, stripper, pole dance outfit for ‘dance class.’

Today’s session was erotic dance. Karin had designs of making an erotic dancer out of Suzette, someone to entertain Karin’s friends and lovers. There’s nothing like a bit of erotic dance to get a man all hot, sexy and hard mused Karin. She imagined the shame and embarrassment that would be felt by Suzette as she strutted and pranced in her little dance outfit while Karin and her boyfriend snuggled on the couch. Karin’s husband, now her slave and maid, would get her lover aroused and then watch as he and Karin walked arm-in-arm to the bedroom. Suzette would entertain them, clean up after them, and then change into her maid’s outfit to serve them later. A slut to turn them on and a maid to clean up after them, that’s how a good husband serves his wife’s lovers thought Karin.

The costume that Karin selected that morning was a new one. It had a matching red top and bottom, both very skimpy and dripping with fringe. By the end of the day Trudi would have that fringe shaking in the most seductive manner. Black, thigh-high fishnets and long red gloves added to the erotic nature of the outfit. Of course Suzette had on her special ‘dance wig’, a long and heavy mane of dirty blonde tresses that she would swing and shake. All dance sessions were performed in six-inch heels, and today’s footwear sported a clear heel with a two inch platform and red beaded accents to complement the red top and bottom. Trashy, dangly earrings and a wrist full of sparkly faux diamond bracelets completed the accessories. Suzette’s make up was extreme, as befitted a partially clothed erotic dancer.

Suzette wore a light robe over her outfit and answered the door exactly at 1:00 when Trudi, ever the precise and methodical German, breezed through the door, ignoring the hapless Suzette. The dance and exercise sessions were one of the few times that Karin’s ‘stoop low so you are never taller than any woman’ rule was not enforced. It was, after all, dance and they were working on posture. Still, even in her six-inch heels Suzette was shorter than Trudi, who usually wore high-heeled boots and loomed over the hapless Suzette.

Trudi reached into a nearby umbrella stand and retrieved a thin rattan cane. She walked to Suzette and delivered a blow to Suzette’s ass, the flimsy robe offering no protection against the vicious reed.

“Remove the robe. Schnell!” Trudi demanded, threatening another blow with the cane.

Suzette quickly let the robe fall from her shoulders and hung it on a nearby hook. Schnell, fast she thought resignedly. Sure, I’m learning German words and phrases but this is a lousy way to become bilingual.

With no further discussion Trudi turned on her heel and walked to the basement, Suzette precariously mincing behind. Karin was turning part of the basement into a cozy night club environment that would accommodate several couples - and one cute barmaid, cocktail waitress and erotic dancer. Trudi’s friends built a small dance stage complete with a pole and mirrored back walls. There was a small wooden dance floor in front of the stage. Karin was having great fun decorating and selecting various carpets, love seats and small tables. The seating arrangement could easily be turned to face the large, flat panel TV on the rear wall. Karin had plans of hosting football parties and other such sporting events. She was even designing a sexy little cheerleader outfit for Suzette. At half time Suzette could get up on her stage and dance for Karin’s guests and friends, a little half-time entertainment. Then it would be back to serving drinks and snacks and giving foot rubs and pedicures to the women. And for the men…well…Karin was working on that one as well; what better way to celebrate when your team scores but to ‘score’ yourself!

Trudi relaxed in one of the chairs and idly tapped the cane against her leg. “Let me see your walk. Have you been practicing?”

“Yes Miss Trudi.” Suzette walked across the dance floor, trying to remember all the instructions from the last lesson and execute her drill flawlessly.

Trudi watched in steely silence, her gray-green eyes taking in every detail of Suzette’s performance. She continued to watch as Suzette made five trips up and back across the small wooden dance floor. The only sounds were the clicking of Suzette’s stiletto heels on the wooden dance floor, punctuated by the occasional ‘whap’ of the cane as Trudi idly slapped it against her  boot. 

Finally, Trudi had seen enough and rose to confront Suzette. “Liebchen, we went over this already. It’s supposed to be erotic, sensual, seductive. You walk like you are delivering the morning milk or carrying groceries.” Trudi lashed out with the cane, leaving a thin, red welt at the top of Suzette’s thighs, just below her bottom.

Suzette stood still, hands at her sides, trying to concentrate on Trudi’s instructions. She had to get this right because pissing off this Euro-bitch would unleash a Teutonic tirade of Wagnerian proportions.

Trudi went to the back of the dance floor and turned to face Suzette. “Watch me Liebchen.” Trudi slowly walked forward. She prowled, like a dangerous jungle cat. Her hips rolled, her eyes locked on Suzette’s.

Suzette was mesmerized by Trudi’s sensual gait and seductive gaze.

“Remember Liebchen, walk slowly, step out, forward with one foot and slowly drag the rear foot forward, step-drag, step-drag.”

“Yes, Miss Trudi,” gasped Suzette. For a second Suzette had a fleeting memory of a gentlemen’s club, drinking with the guys, slipping dollar bills into the stockings of dancers. It all seemed so long ago, so foreign now.

Trudi stopped before Suzette and looked down at her. “As a maid, you should avoid eye contact. But as a dancer you need to look at your audience, get them involved, bring them into your dance. Use your arms and hands to draw them close to you.” Trudi executed ‘come hither’ snake-like movements with her arms.

Suzette was beginning to understand, but could she really do this? Could she really be the seductive little tramp to excite Mistress Karin and her lover while they sat on the couch and enjoyed the show?

“As you walk, exaggerate your hip movements,” Trudi said. She walked and rolled her hips ,and then stopped to face Suzette. She could see the maid was slightly flushed and breathing a little faster. Trudi smiled, Yes I still ‘have it’ if I can make a little, feminized, submissive, sissy maid pant with desire. Now if I can only teach this little slut to do that to Mistress Karin’s lovers then I will have earned my money.

“Try again,” Trudi said, “remember, posture, be confident, you are sexy, you are desirable, bring the audience into your dance.” Trudi turned and went to the console at the side of the sofa, dimmed the lights and turned on the music. “Do it,” she commanded. “Walk for me, make me hot.”

Trudi’s dominant presence, sexy demonstration and dirty talk had excited Suzette, and she backed up to the edge of the dance floor to begin her sexy walk. It was better this time, with the lights low and the music.

“Again!” Trudi ordered.

Suzette spent the next twenty minutes walking back and forth. Trudi made comments and corrections, but the sexy parade never stopped. After twenty minutes Suzette’s legs and calves ached from the postured movement.

Finally Trudi reached over, shut off the music and turned up the lights. She smiled; Karin was going to be pleased. “Much better, much better, now we do floor work.”