CHAPTER 2: BIMBO BARBI

“Is this where I will live, Mr. Howard?” Barbi asked as he opened the door to an apartment and handed her the keys.

“Yes, Barbi. This is yours. I’ve covered the first month’s rent until you receive your paychecks.” She walked into a studio apartment furnished with different parts of the room separated cleverly by furniture and folding screens. “I had your belongings delivered.” He pointed at the boxes on the floor. “Your personal items and clothes. I will pick you up tomorrow morning at 9:00 AM, and we’ll go shopping.”

“Shopping? Not to work?” she asked.

He must have seen her looking at the boxes, “Barbi, I don’t think your existing clothes are appropriate for a bimbo like you, especially not the way I want you dressed at work,” he clarified. “You’ll need both work clothes and your old clothes which will be better for some other times in public.”

She nodded. “Okay, Mr. Howard. You know best.”

It was late Sunday afternoon. He kissed her on the forehead, “Spend the rest of the day unpacking, arranging your clothes and belongings. There is a little food in the kitchen, and we’ll find a nearby grocery store tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Mr. Howard, you know best.” He turned to leave, but she stopped him. “Do I have to be dressed in here, Mr. Howard? I think I like being naked naked.” She giggled at the words.

“You can be naked all you want in your apartment, but only in your apartment.” He locked his eyes on hers. “Understand, Barbi? Only inside your apartment.”

She threw her arms around him and kissed him hard on the mouth. “Thank you, Mr. Howard. You really are the best.” She looked at him, “Did I already say that? Well, it’s very true.”

He turned to leave and turned again to her as he pulled the door open. She was already out of her blouse and unclasping the bra. She smiled at him, and he left. With the bra off, she twisted her shoulders and watched her big breasts swing. Hmmmm, she loved the way they looked and felt. She like being naked, she thought. Wouldn’t a bimbo like being naked? Of course, she thought. Yes, she remember, coming back in flashes, bimbos like being naked … and fucking … and sucking. Bimbos like men and making men happy and making men happy makes a bimbo happy. It all came rushing back to her, and she spun around in a circle with her breasts swinging and long blonde hair flying. When she stopped spinning, she stripped off the rest of her clothes.

“Oh … yessss …” she said out loud. “Definitely naked naked naked.” And, she laughed as she spun around again.

Halfway through emptying the boxes, she needed to use the bathroom. It had the only door in the room, except for the one going to the hallway. She stood looking in the mirror after. The bathroom had a tub and a shower attachment. She gazed at myself in the mirror. “You look goody good, you fuckable bimbo,” she remembered Mr. Howard’s words. That was when she spotted the razor and cream on the sink counter. Where did they come from, she wondered. She looked again in the mirror. Her blonde hair is on her crotch. It was blonde and sparse but still … Bimbos have bald cunts, she remembered. Remembered? Remembered from where? She shrugged her shoulders, turned, and began filling the tub, forgetting the boxes. She needed to have a baldy bald cunt, she giggled.

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“Good morning, Mr. Howard!” she exclaimed, maybe a bit too loudly. That was how happy she was, though. She was out of treatment, she had no addiction urges or memory of them, and she was a happy, horny bimbo on her first full day free.

“Good morning, dear,” he replied as he opened the passenger door of his big, shiny, black sedan in front of the apartment building’s front door. Once he was in the car, he turned to her with a debit card in his hand. “This is for you, Barbi. I have put $3,000 on it, which should cover you to your paycheck.”

“Oh … wow … Mr. Howard!” She looked at the debit card before putting it in her small purse. “I don’t know how I can thank you. I will, though. I’ll think of something, I promise.”

“Don’t worry, my dear bimbo. I already know how you will begin thanking me.”

“Oh, Mr. Howard, I should have known. You’re so smart. I’m just a ditzy bimbo, but you tell me what to do and I’ll do it. Right, Mr. Howard?” He nodded with a smile.

He took her to a boutique called Jasmine’s Erotic & Sensual Clothes. Inside, Mr. Howard left her to roam among the racks of clothes: dresses, skirts, and blouses. She was surprised at how short the skirts and dresses were. He went to talk to the store manager, who glanced her way several times as the woman nodded her head. The woman was a decade older than Barbi and maybe a bit more, but very attractive. Her skirt and blouse looked like they were from the store, but not quite as short as some Barbi had seen.

“This woman will be assisting us in finding the right clothes for you, Barbi,” he said. “I want you to cooperate fully with her.”

“Of course, Mr. Howard.” Barbi smiled at the woman and waited for direction. She seemed to be waiting, too.

“What are you looking for, dear?” the woman finally asked.

Barbi stared at her. Clothes, obviously, she thought. “Mr. Howard, what kinds of clothes am I looking for?” She turned back to the woman. “Mr. Howard is smart. He’ll know.” The woman stared at her for a moment before turning to him.

He and the woman moved around the shop ***********ing items until there was a big pile. She had another younger woman assist to carry them to the dressing room area. Mr. Howard sat in a chair outside the dressing room. Barbi was told to undress completely, as something about her bra and panties would interfere with the image of the outfits. She merely shrugged and did as she was told. Naked, she tried on the first skirt. She fastened it and stepped out of the tiny room.

“Oh, no, dear,” the woman said excitedly. She turned Barbi to the full-length mirror.