From: cowgirl stupid [cowgirl_stupid@yahoo.com]
Sent: 22 February 2001 21:10
To: stormbringer@bimboslutz.com
Subject: Trixy on parade (use THIS draft instead)

Dear Storm,

Its me again. I re-wrote some of it. I think it's
beter now. please Ignore that last draft, and use THIS
DRAFT please.  (also the synopsis in the other letter
is still good.)

jen

:-)
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Trixie on Parade 
cowgirl





Terresa works as a secretary like me. She's in her
thirties and 
still looks pretty good for a mother with a teenaged
daughter and 
two little ones. Her dirty blond hair a skinny figure
fit my impression 
of her as the annoyingly passive, sad little person
she is. I say annoying, 
because unfortunately Terresa's married to a stupid
man who beats her up 
and treats her like garabage. I count count the times
I've pleaded with 
Trixie to leave him, but she just..won't. It makes me
so angry!!!

Now, what's really odd is, it also turns me on. 

Not him beating my best friend - Goodness no! I just
have a hard time 
understanding why I, well,I find it oddly erotic that
some of women like 
Trixie PUT UP with the things they do.Now, I'm not
condoning volence 
against woman!  But It's like a part of me is rooting
for Trixie to stand up for 
herself, and another gets so *wet* inside the more
mistreatment she happily 
laps up. Weird huh? 

I know. It's terrible of me! But, and I care for
Trixie too much to ever let her 
know my sick little secret. Then one evening I
discovered

.Trixie's got a secret too.




Last night I my friend from work, had Sherry drop me
by the resturant Terresa's 
been mysteroiusly moonlighting at. I knew Terresa was
as a waitress, but this was no waitressing outfit she
wore tonight! 

Well, I must say, I totally misjudged
"poor-little-abused-wifey" Terresa! 
Both Sherry and I stood there with my jaws on the
floor as we saw 
someone we barely reconized! It was Terresa all right,
but her now classy looking 
usually dirty looking hair was pulled back in a smart
spiffy bun and she sported a 
tasteful burgandy blazer that went to her hips, dark
red silk blouse and some slimming black slacks. We
both agreed Trixie looked positively radient and
looked sucessful and 
nothing like she was at work! Sherry had some earnds,
so I stayed and chated with 
Terresa during her break. 

Turns out, all these secret night classes have
resluted in Terresa 
being promoted up to . (get this) . 

."Asistant Manager"! (proud smile)

Yup! Our silly little office doormat's been taking
night courses 
in buisness managment, and been a wolf in sheeps
clothing, or 
grew into a wolf, or something like that! Anyway - it
paid off. 

Terresa and I sat down in a booth, and I felt a little
giddy seeing thher newfound authority as the
waitresses all rush to kiss her butt. I could even see
envey in the these waitress's eyes at Terresa working
her way up, but they held their jealoues little
tounges, since THEY were too stupid and lazy to better
themselves and work their way up the ladder like my
"Little Miss Asistant Manager" here did! Terresa and I
even giggled about the poor hapless cocktail watresses
in the bar conncted to the resturant. Terresa was
amazed that all the watress's all would jump at the
chance to become "work their way up" to being a silly
cocktail waitress, (IF they have the looks to pull it
off she laughed), just because the tips are larger and
more frequent in the bar.

I felt guilty for suddenly noticing the "in your face"
desgine of the bust of the cocktail watress who'd
brought our drinks, and though I'm not into other
woman, I found myself oddly aroused at the angry way
Terresa kept using words like "degrading". I could
sence how much distain she had for the cocktail girls,
probaby because they were all priettier than either
her or I. Terresa waved the cocktail waitress who
served us drinks away, snearing that no amount of tips
were worth being reduced to such a silly and
humiliating outfit. She  even let slip her own
daughter had expressed intrest in becoming one when
she turned eighteen,  after overhearing one of the
better looking coctkail girls braging about the "tips"
being worth the "gropes"). When Terresa told me she's
firmly told her daughter to "forget it", I was
impressed. This WAS a new Terresa!  


Though I wondered how her hubby felt about her riseing
up from waitressing by nights into upper management,
and her silence around the subject told me he probably
didn't know. Well, she at least was in comand here,
right? On step at a time. I tried those 
odd wicked little feelings again, but tried to do my
best to suport the "new" Terresa. I didn't want to
undermine her, even if she seemed a little, well, high
on her horse. She'd earned it, right? .But why the
change? Did she flurish here because we somehow
undermined her at work?  A guilty preverse rush of
power swept through mesavoring the thrilling notion of
my having that much control over Over my dignified
looking frien, to shake her self image.  I tried to
Ignore her upitty atitude about the witress and
cocktail bimbos, and tried not to be jealouse at the
changes I saw, realizing she'd be back to her old self
under our thumbs in the morning at work with in the
steno pool with the rest of us peons. 




Terresa seetehd with hatred about those "stupid
cocktail bimbos, spending all day in heels with their
stupid red sequenced bustie, minature little blazer
that only came to their mid rif's". She said their
blazers were similar to hers, and they "mocked" the
seriousness of her legitimate uniform! I agreed, but I
reminded Terresa that this was all these poor things
had, their looks and tired tooties and soon to be
saging boobs. Being ornimental eye candy for drunks
and raising a few eyebrows when they flounce into the
regular restruant to deliver orders to booths in the
resturant. At least the waitress'preserved some
dignity by having only had to wear knee leangthed
skirts and starch white blouses. Though I'm no
lesbian, all this talking about humiliating uniforms
and seeing how prissy Terresa was being was getting me
aroused and angry at her. I found myself fantasizing
the weirdest things, and longed to push her off that
pedistal of hers, but pushed such thoughts away. Iwas
her friend after all for god's sake! I would suport
her, no matter what. 

I could understand after seeing this why Terresa
stayed with a pig who mistreated her like her
husband.It didn't add up, the strong, sucsessful
Asistant Manager, buisness woman who and stood before
me, and the tired defeated submissive little Trixie at
work who's secretarial chores had caused her to mouse
around like a little wimp. Listening to Terresa I
realized how secretly she must hate being so lowly at
work. No wonder she was obcessed with not lossing her
status here, being a loser at work, not to mention
what she puts up with at home! 




Well, somehow, thank god- even in this ONE part of her
life, Terresa had escaped. She WAS somebody here, at
least. I wanted to ask her how, WHY, she stayed with
him, but I didn't want to rain on her parade. She
could see the new respect in my eyes I had for her
now. I found myself feeling guilty that I'd secretly
fantasied  such horrid mean things about Terresa! I
was embarrassed ashamed by my becoming aroused by
Images that she'd eventuall fail and give all this up
and revert to the office wimp, or maybe go back to 
doing dishes or being a water girl or something when i
saw this resturant. 

I'm not sure why, but part of me got that framiliar
weird RUSH from seeing someone try and dig themselves
out - only to fail. Part of me was actually
disapointed and, dare I say it, sexually frusterated
to see Terresa not only dug herself out, but had
passed all of us secretaries at the office up. Maybe
it was me who had the problem. 

As Terresa showed me out to the car, I put my jealous
feelings aside and said my goodbyes. There was a bus
coming, and she still had work to do. I fumbeled to
save face about a buss ride home to my my sympathtic
friend, explaining my car was in the shope. I wondered
if i detected pity of compassion, and felt aroused,
angry and embarrassed all in a second. 

Suddenly Terresa froze in her tracks, and so did i...

We both watched as her husband sat in his car parked
before us a few feet away, apperntly . He didn't see
us, but a woman's head kept appearing and disapearing,
into his lap area. I grabed Terresa's arm. 

"Oh honey, I'm sorry." I managed to whisper, feeling a
huge guilt that  I was capable of getting an erotic
rush as her hubby would actually be calouse enough to
risk a blow job in the parking lot where she worked,
during buisness hours! 

As Terresa clutched my arm, and we both timidly walked
closer, I was shocked again. " Oh my god!!!" I heard
Terresa groan. 

And it was none other than little Katie Burns, from
work! I remember I'd asked her to drop those pamplets
to Terresa's husband, but the little slut just fell to
her knees, I'm disgusted to see. My eyes shot to
Terresa, and she looked all hyper and pulled be back
away from the car.

Terresa spoke with a trembeling angry voice. 

" Jen - It's over." 

" I know honey...It's okay. I'll be a witness, believe
me. I don't care what lawyer he gets - He's toast." 

" - no Jen. what if he *leaves* me. I can't...I
wouldn't know what to do...jen...he can't find out I
know. I can;t risk him leaving me." Terresa whispered
as we started at katie's boobing head, a few feet
away. I felt such anger at Terresa at that moment, i
really did! I wanted to shake her, scream at her,
stratch her eyes out even - for giving up so fucking
easily!!!! 

But I didn't...
 

I just took the bus home. 


******

I spent all my lunch hours talking it all through with
Terresa. I was fearful of that strong exteriour
possibly crumbeling, but I also confess to
masterbating to what a wimp Terresa was to rule the
roots (in what was practically her own buisness) at
the resturant, while passivly letting another woman
suck her husband off in front of her, then desperately
worry she might "lose" him! 

Terresa just came apart before my eyes, turning into
spineless jello. 

I don't know why - but seeing a chink in her armor
like this *really* got me aroused. I was also appulaed
by how I'd taken to undermining Terresa lately. I
guess i was angry at her, and wanted to punish her,
though I don't know why. In the few weeks since the
"incident", I'd even shamefullly weakened her self
worth enough to get her to giving up her night courses
all together. I sheepishmy shruged her it might upset
her hubby and savored the tear which trickeled down
her cheek. Part of me was only so mean because I hated
how vulnerable and dippy she'd become, over a man too!
Part of me watched, waited, hoped, even prayed she'd
tell me to fuck off.

She didn't. 

It also helped I undermined her at work too, where
Terresa felt like a nobody. I took a sick sexual
delight in bringing her down a peg, letting it slip
she'd quite night class. It was "for the best" she'd
sheepishly find herself agreeing. I would get a little
thrill each time she passively sunk to being the
office pushover again. Terresa the sucess was soon a
dim memory to us all, and I went home and masterbated
each night to it! Partly I was testing her, but she'd
never disapoint me and "failed" each time, bringing me
more pleasure then she could fathom. It's as if i knew
her secret that night in the parking lot. 

How weak she really was. Even it was clearly her
husband who was wrong, we both, in effect, abused and
blamed Terresa for it. I even couldn't think of her as
my "Terresa" any more, so I slipped into calling her a
silly little nick name. I was surprised that she drew
the line here, and actually asked me to please
remember her name at least, which I did. Part of me
was impressed, but another was sorta peeved. 

So.I pushed back, just a little.

Just the other evening, well, I know it's terrible.
 But i just, well, wanted to see if she would. That's
all. 

I was stunned when she mumbeled how she'd followed my
advice, and had quit her job as asistant manager
altogether. I couldn't believe she was stupid enough
to pariot my words, tearfully explain to her boss,
"she just didn't feel capable or *smart enough* to do
it anymore. He tried to build her up, but she actually
talked him out of it! This made me want to play with
myself right in front of her as she spilled her guts
in tears. 

Then I looked down and saw the cute little pink name
tag with her new "nick-name". I guess they  could have
made on up that said Terresa, but she was worried
about my being angry, plus she thought her hubby would
like her new little nick name better to: 

Trixy. 

I asked her what *she* thought of it. She shruged, a
flash of angrily fliskering through, saying she
"thought it was stupid." She pouted that no one would
take her seriosuly anymore, esspecially re-naming
herself this. I sweetly asked her if it didn't fit her
better though, as she simply wasn't mangement materal,
let alone bright enough to be a silly little waitress
anymore. 

She noded her pretty head, a angry little tear pooling
in her eye. 

I left her and returned to the booth with the rest of
her family. I didn't want to come to this dumb social
gathering, but her husband wanted some friends from
work to come by and see "the new Terresa". Sherry was
there, and Terresa's teenaged daughter and two little
ones. I thought it was a little mean for her husband
to bring Katie Burns along too, but I held my tongue,
knowing his temper. 

I felt a rush of blood pounding through me seeing
Trixie come parading out like that and serve us drinks
in her stupidly sexist little cocktail uniform. I
could feel the anger and humiliation burning in her as
the former buisness woman pranced around in her
degrading heels and humiliating little blazer,tights
and bustie. She acted the ditz for her own family,
just as she did for every other costumer. I could see
the embarrassed look her daughter had, the leer of her
husband, and the rest of us girls avoiding her meager
little boobs her ourfit tried desperatly to display.
I'm sure Trixie felt under equiped playing the sex pot
with her modest chest and skinny frame, but what she
wanted didn't matter now, right? 

Apreantly she was more happy this way. She later
confessed someone as "plane and flat" as herself had
to pull a few strings with the new asistant manager to
even GET this position. It was one of her conditions
on her demotion, that she be allowed to wear this
humiliating get up even though she was to "plain and
unattractive" to pull it off, she winced, telling me.

It was cute seeing little Trixie get bright red while
confessed to wearing her little uniform to bed
sonetimes. Well, most times actualy. She's poutingly
mumbeled she's now talking now her OWN daughter into
working as a cocktail girl when she's eighteen. I said
I thought she was against it, but she said"If mom's
stupid enough to do it, she'll probably may as well do
it too." Trixie shruged defeately and made a sad joke
about them being sort of a "mother daughter" team.
Well, her husband though it was funny when her fucked
her face while drunk last night, so that's the
direction Trixie's daughter's professional life is now
headed. 

Now I know it's mean of me, coming by for drinks at
the bar where she works ( so she's serving *me * as
well ), but i can't help it. I know that Trixie deep
down must really hate me for doing all this, and this
awful sexy little twinkle I get in my eye for enjoying
how misserable she looks, but i think she hates
*herself* more than anyone. Trixie hates herself for
throwing her freedom away like that. For giving up on
herself. And for, (as she tearfully confessed),
crouching on the floor of her husbands car and
collecting his "stuff" in her open mouth as it drips
off of katie's mouth after kate's been giving Trixie's
husband blow jobs. I spoted a fresh stain I decided
not to ask about on Trixie's blazer as she oblivously
recounted it all. 

I felt sorry for her, and couldn't wait to get home
and masterbate over that sticky little stain. I
couldn't believe Trixie wasn't becoming aroused at
some level by all this. But maybe it was just the "one
down" position that aroused her, of acting more and
more like a bimbo, which she was fast surrendering
into. Something about her Bimbo-ish persona brought
our people's hostility. I noticed the stupidier she
behaved, the worse I treated her, just like her hubby
did. Maybe it wasn't even sexual for stupid little
Trixie anymore, maybe being a non-sexual stupid ditzy
little bimbo was it's own reward. 

But I WAS *sure* I senced arousal and fury under that
ditzy smile when she pranced over and poutingly handed
me her car keys like that. She's agreed to give me her
old car, which I needed after mine finally croaked.
Beside's, her husband said she didn't need a second
one now that she was just a stupid "cock-tease
waitress", as he put it. She confessed to having an
orgasm when he'd said that. She also tried to hide
that sad angry look in her eye, as she forced a ditzy
giggle about rushing between breaks to clean up
whoever was blowing hubby in the parking lot, which
happened to be that new girl a lot, Wendy.

"Well, at least you get great tips." I laughed. She
echoed it politely like a good little Ditz.

She look down and whispered that her teenaged daughter
was mortified the other kids were laughing about
Trixie wearing her her cocktail uniform when she
droped her daughter off at school. Her her daughter
now taken to sarcasticly snearing: "Trixy's On
Parade". . She cheerily confessed her daughter had
taken it out on her in particularly cruel ways.

"How?" I asked, now totally hooked.

She said her position of authority became the family
joke as her daughter now setteled arguments by ordered
her mother stand with her nose pressed in the corner
while dressed in her little cocktail waitress uniform,
while her daughtr threw garbae at her while the rest
of the family watched TV and Ignored her. "Sometimes
bottomless too." Trix blinked confusedly. Next Trixie
sheepishly recounted how,well. aroused she got when
her daughter had made bitchy sacrastic comments that
her mother "should actually give her CUSTOMERS tips or
money instead of recieveing them, since she was such a
" flat -chested ugly doormatt" to look at. 

"She actually *said* that to your face" I asked, now
totally wet.

"uh huh." Trixie pouted, her anger surrendering to
that vacant bimbo expression she sought the refuge
into with each new humiliation.  

"Trixie, please don't tell me you've been paying these
drunken louts moneyfor the "privledge" of waiting on
them! Your daughter was just mouthing off. You didn't
have to take her literaly. She's your daughter -
YOURE the mom, remember???" I said trying to work
myself closer, aroused beyond words. 

"Well, uh.I don't exactlly pay them with..uhmoney."
she giggled sadly.

" Your screwing them?" I asked breathlessly.

" Well, I blow most of them. How do you think my lips
get this pefect little *O*? " She whispered, her lips
forming a pink little oval. I couldn't decide if I
wanted to slap her, or melt my tongue doen her throat.
I definatly was hot as hell just drinking her in like
that.

" I know, I know! I'm a total ditzy air-head to my
whole family, co -workers, eveyone!. But I supose I
DO deserve all this, if I won't stand up tfor myself,
right ? " Trixie asked, looking truly confussed
standing there as she shifted her feet back and forth.


"Trixywhat's the matter?" I asked. 

"Oh, my shift's all most over and I have to piddle,
but the everyone thinks it keeps me on my toes if I
hold my potty it in till my shifts over. The other
girls like to joke that "Trixie's On Parade" when I do
my little pee pee dance. I told them about my daughter
saying that, and they busted up, and now it's just
stuck: Trixie On Parade. It's the least I could do, to
keep everyone amused, right? " Trixie said as she bit
her lower lip, and started whispering "Trixie's On
Parade, Trixie's On Parade " under her breath, as the
woman I once respected did her little pee pee dance
before a small group of cruely smirking customers and
better looking cocktail waitresses, dancing in her
uniform in the most eroticly amusing way. 

I said a quick goodbye, picked up her keys and headed
for the door.



I felt a little guilty as i could barely keep my hand
from disapearing down my pants, stroking myself as I
drove away in her car. Moments later I was poor little
Trixie standing at the bus stoop, prancing from her
left foot to right, doing her little dance, hair in a
pony tale, dolled up in little high heels and tights,
her overcoat doing nothing to cover her skimpy
redicoulse cocktail uniform, as she waved
half-hartedly goodbye ot me. I couldn't decide if who
I hated more, her for ALOWING it, or myself for
encourging it, or both of us for getting off on it,but
I fingered myself to several blissful orgasm just the
same as I fantasised how I'd love to spit on her,
laugh at her, humiliate her, and even pee on her.... 


.for taking the bus home. 






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