Turning Contest: A Lick Shop

Summary: Seductress seduces mom and daughter individually.

All characters in sexual situations are 18 years of age and older.

Thanks to hfernandez1983 for the story idea suggestion.

Thanks to Small_Island for editing

THE TURNING CONTEST is a week-long competition between five MILF best friends over who can turn more straight teens, college girls and women.

The prize: The winner gets a weekend with the other four women's 18-year-old daughters.

Although each story definitely stands on its own, this is the nineteenth seduction scene. Here is a quick refresher of what has happened so far.

1. Turning Contest: A Beautiful Blonde, in which seductress VERONICA STONE seduces a teen in her clothing store.

2. Turning Contest: A Cute Maid, in which reluctant seductress (she is more a submissive) and rich wife CAROL WHITE seduces and dominates her temporary maid.

3. Turning Contest: A Delicious Model, in which seductress and casting agent PORTIA JAMES seduces a cute 19-year-old model who is auditioning for a part in the new Matt Damon movie.

4. Turning Contest: A Desperate Asian, in which black professor CRYSTAL WATSON seduces a shy Japanese student in her office.

5. Turning Contest: A Dominated Thief, in which store owner VERONICA STONE molests an 18-year-old who tried to steal from her store.

6. Turning Contest: A Drunk Bday Girl, in which married seductress JASMINE JONES molests, seduces and fucks a 21-year-old birthday girl at a club.

7. Turning Contest: A Drunk Bride 2 Be, in which JASMINE JONES continues her night at the club by seducing a friend of the birthday girl as well as a bride-to-be at her bachelorette party.

8. Turning Contest: A Edible Waitress, in which CRYSTAL WATSON seduces a cute, big breasted, 18-year-old waitress at an open-all-night diner.

9. Turning Contest: A Fashionable Cutie, in which PORTIA JAMES seduces a cute Victoria's Secret saleswoman in a change room.

10. Turning Contest: A Fateful Birthday, in which CAROL WHITE seduces a chubby girl at the beach and doubles down on a peeping Belle.

11. Turning Contest: A Former Student, in which CRYSTAL WATSON bumps into a former student, goes back to her place and seduces her slyly.

12. Turning Contest: A Friend in Need, in which PORTIA JAMES seduces, somewhat by accident, her good friend who just caught her husband sucking cock in her kitchen.

13. Turning Contest: A Friend of Amy's, in which VERONICA STONE gets her third turn with a surprisingly quirky nerd with the assistance of her first seduction (turn 1: A Beautiful Blonde).

14. Turning Contest : A Girl Guide's Sis, in which JASMINE JONES seduces an 18-year-old selling cookies for her younger sister and who just happens to be her own daughter's cross-town rival.

15. Turning Contest: A Hit & Lick, in which CRYSTAL WATSON is hit from behind at a red light by a teen girl and uses the opportunity to get not one, but two turns seducing the nerdish driver and her Muslim friend.

16. Turning Contest: A Kinky Cuckquean, in which VERONICA STONE catches two teens having sex in one of her dressing rooms and uses it to blackmail them into submitting sexually to her.

17. Turning Contest: A Kismet Encounter, in which CRYSTAL WATSON bumps into her daughter's former grade three teacher in line at a coffee shop and brings her home for a sweet seduction.

18. Turning Contest: A Lick for a Raise, in which VERONICA STONE turns a good employee who may be trying to blackmail her, into a pussy licking and strap-on taking pet.

Turning Contest: A Lick Shop

Portia heard her phone bing as Abby was trying on gowns for the charity gala tonight. She had decided to make her good friend, and recently turned, Abby her plus-one for the gala. Unlike most turns which are turn em' and leave em', this turn was about liberating her friend from a bad marriage and awakening her bisexual side.

Portia pulled her phone out and said, "Fuck."

"What?" said Abby as she excitedly considered the next amazing gown; she still couldn't believe she was going to a charity gala tonight. Heck, she was happy just to be out of the house and not sitting alone steeping in depression, and here she was trying on gowns while drinking wine at a shop for the rich and famous. The last thirty minutes had been her own Cinderella story. She looked at her friend staring sourly at her phone screen and hoped nothing had happened that would cause Portia to have to leave her. As long as she was with Portia, she would be distracted from the reality she was getting a divorce.

Portia looked at the updated scoreboard and saw she was really falling behind and she hated to lose.

Score at 5:47 PM on Saturday:

Scorecard:

Crystal: 6

Veronica: 5

Jasmine: 4

Carol: 3

Portia: 3

"I need to get some turns to have any chance of winning this contest," Portia sighed, her friends all very strong adversaries. She'd known Veronica would be a challenge, but seeing Crystal on top was surprising and a little annoying.

"I can't believe you are actually having a contest to see who can turn the most straight girls," Abby said. But then looking at herself in the mirror in the beautiful dress, she had to admit that she herself had become part of the contest. But it had led to the best sex of her life and brought her out of the shock and embarrassment that her husband had cheated on her with a man. She was so happy that her friend had targeted her for seduction.

"Turning straight girls is a great hobby," Portia smiled, as she looked over the new shop assistant who was helping Abby. She was certainly pretty enough, but was probably already a pussy muncher, most of the women working here were. Then she turned her gaze through the one-way window between the private area where they were and the main store. There she saw an apparent mother helping her daughter find a fancy dress, probably for a prom or cotillion or something. "I think of it as community service," she added absent-mindedly.

"I'm community service?" Abby questioned.

"You didn't seem to mind earlier when I was fucking you," Portia wickedly said, as she continued gazing out into the store from the private salon for the rich and famous like her. The mother searching among the dress racks was pretty, though a little chubby. Perhaps the perfect prey.

"You caught me at a vulnerable moment," she said, which was true.

"Perhaps," the black-haired beauty said, somewhat distracted. "Now go try on the gold one."

Abby stepped over and followed Portia's intent gaze into the main store. "Are you looking for your next turn?" she asked.

"The radar is beeping," Portia smiled, giving her friend a wink. "Now go try on that gold dress, I think you're going to look gorgeous in it."

"Okay," Abby nodded, really enjoying being spoiled like a princess in such a fancy shop.

Portia slipped out of the private room and walked over to the redheaded mother who was looking through a rack of evening gowns and said, "A striking redhead like you should go with a black or gold gown."

"Oh, it's for my daughter," the woman said.

"That doesn't mean you can't play pretend and try something on," Portia smiled warmly, having a smile that had overwhelmed many men and women... especially women... which she seemed to draw in like moths to a flame.

"These are way out of my price range," the woman sighed, with a tinge of annoyance.

"Oh?" Portia questioned.

"Her father is trying to win her over during the divorce by letting her buy anything she wants here," she said, her tone not even remotely trying to hide her bitterness at her husband.

"I'm sorry to hear about that," Portia said, moving her hand to the woman's and giving it a squeeze... a woman in the middle of a divorce was a perfect target for a turn. "Men can be such assholes."

"You got that right," she said, just the mention of her soon-to-be ex-husband getting her upset.

"Not to mention dumb asses," Portia said silkily as she let her eyes crawl slowly over the woman's body. "Does he even realize what he's giving away?"

The woman shivered under the intense gaze, trying to remember how long it had been since her husband had looked at her like that. "Not much, according to him," she said in response to the beautiful woman's comment.

"Then you should show him what he's really losing," Portia said, seeing her way in.

"What?"

"Please let me help you," Portia said, shifting into seductress mode the minute the possibility of a fresh turn presented itself. This woman was vulnerable and could likely be easily manipulated. A woman in a divorce often blamed herself or had growing insecurities.

"With what?"

"Let's show the asshole just what he lost," Portia repeated, as she grabbed a black cocktail dress off the rack and held it up in front of the other woman's soft, curvy body.

"I don't think so," the woman said, shocked by the slightly younger woman's forwardness.

"I'm serious," Portia said, never one to take no for an answer, it being how she became so successful in the man's world of Hollywood. "We're going to find the perfect dress for you to try, I'll take a picture, and you can send it to him."

"I don't think so," the befuddled woman repeated.

"Trust me," Portia said, "you're a beautiful woman and you should remind him of that."

Just then, the daughter came out of the regular change room and the mother turned her attention to her even as she was enjoying the compliments of this utterly beautiful woman. But before she could comment on her daughter's dress, the stranger spoke up.

"While that is cute," Portia said, wanting to get rid of the daughter as soon as she could, "I think you need a dark blue dress."

"Really?" the girl asked, wondering who this complete stranger was. But she was very pretty and dressed so hot herself, perhaps she was a consultant here?

Portia nodded,"That dress is too light for your complexion."

"You think so?" the daughter asked.

"Trust me," Portia said, looking absolutely stunning in the red cocktail dress and black nylons she'd purchased for tonight's event, with a seam down the back of her thigh high stockings giving the ensemble an extra sexy frisson.

"Okay," the girl said, instantly listening to the advice of this beautiful stranger and ignoring her mother.

Portia put the black cocktail dress back on the rack and walked to some gowns, found a blue one that she thought would suit the girl and brought it to the cute teen. "Here, this one is perfect."

"Thank you," the pretty girl said, taking the dress.

"How old are you?" Portia enquired, pondering if she may be a better target or even ambitiously a second target.

"Eighteen," she answered, finding herself slightly drawn to this very pretty woman.

"What is the dress for?" Portia asked, the possibilities of one or even two turns suddenly plausible.

"A school dance," she said.

"I'm here helping a friend who is coming with me to a charity celebrity gala," Portia slipped in there, planting a seed of seduction.

"Oh, wow," both the mother and daughter said in unison.

"I'm a casting agent," Portia revealed, then added, planting another seed, one that had worked so many times before, "Have you ever acted?"

"I'm in all our school plays," the girl answered, in growing awe of this pretty, luxurious woman.

"I could tell," Portia said, although she couldn't. It was just something she said to help build a connection.

"What kind of gala?" the curious teenager asked.

"A charity gala with auctions and a dance," Portia answered, where she was sure to add at least one turn. So many young, ripe girls would do anything to get a part in some commercial or movie... it being so many girls' dreams. The major problem was finding someone who wasn't already bi or already turned for the contest. In today's increasingly sexualized world more girls were becoming bisexual or exploring their lesbian side at a younger age than when she was young.

"Wow," the teen said, now completely captivated by this woman.

"You go try that on and I'll go help your mother with a dress of her own," Portia said, throwing out the ultimate bait. "I may have a couple of extra tickets for the premier if you two are interested."

"Really? Can we, Mom?" the teen asked in utter excitement.

"I don't know," 'Mom' hesitated, feeling the conversation odd and that there was something untrustworthy about this woman.

"Mom, we have to," the daughter pleaded.

"Go try that dress on and I'll talk to her," the mother said.

As soon as the daughter disappeared back into the change room, Portia said, "This is how you one-up your douchebag ex-husband."

"Ah, true," the mother nodded, that one sentence instantly making this situation very appealing.

"I'm Portia, by the way."

"Glenda," she said, "and my daughter is Zoey."

"Come with me," Portia said, taking the woman by the hand, and leading her to the other area Abby was in. "You will rock this dress I had my friend trying on."

As they walked through a nondescript door that Glenda thought went into a back storage area, she instead found herself in a luxuriously appointed salon with leather furniture and a wine bar. "There is a private change room area?" the stunned woman asked.

"A perk of knowing the manager," Portia smiled... someone she had fucked on many occasions.

"So, I see," the suddenly impressed mother said, looking at a woman in an amazingly beautiful gown staring expectantly at her escort.

"What do you think?" Abby asked.

"That is the one," Portia said, "but you will need mocha stockings with it."

"Okay," Abby said, knowing Portia had a thing for nylons.

The cute assistant nodded, "I'll be right back with some, ma'am."

"The ones with the seams down the back," Portia called out.

"Of course, ma'am," the sweet Anastasia said.

Portia retrieved the black dress that had been too big for Abby but would likely fit this woman. "Here, go in the room right there and try this on."

"I could never afford anything like this," Glenda said, as Portia handed her a luxurious gown.

"It's on me," Portia said.

"I couldn't," she responded.

"Trust me, you'll wear it, give it back to me tomorrow and I'll use it as an outfit for a commercial or movie or both and will be able to write it off."

"Really?" Glenda asked, so surprised by this woman's kindness.

"Yes, now go change, I want to see you in this so we can give your asshole of an ex a lesson in regrets," Portia ordered, pointing to the second door.

"Why do you care about that?" Glenda asked, just still feeling something odd about this whole situation.

"We all have an ex-asshole," Portia smiled, indeed having an ex-husband she had no fucking use for, "and need to support one another against them."

"Okay," Glenda agreed, sensing this woman would not take no for an answer and feeling a slight kinship based on that answer. She had been very lonely and angry since her husband left her.

Once Glenda entered the changing room and closed the door, Portia moved to Abby and quietly assured, "I'm going to turn her and maybe her daughter too."

"Here?" Abby asked.

"Right now," she nodded, as she left and quickly found a pair of dark brown thigh highs for the mother's dress... knowing exactly where they were.

"If the daughter comes looking keep her distracted," Portia said, as she knocked on the door.

"Okay," Abby nodded, fascinated seeing her friend in action in a turn.

"Yes?" Glenda asked, in just a bra and panties.

"Let me in for a minute, I have something else you need," Portia said.

"I don't have the dress on," Glenda said.

"You need these first," Portia declared.

"Okay," Glenda said, wondering if they were nylons like Portia had suggested for her pretty friend.

As soon as Glenda unlocked the door, Portia gently, but forcefully, let herself into the room. "Here, let me assist you."

"Um, I, uh, I'm not sure," Glenda said, as the pretty woman entered the rather large change room.

Portia ignored the vague protest as she paused and admired the not as chubby as she thought woman in only a bra and panties.

"You have a very nice body," Portia said, "very lush."

"Aaaah, thanks," Glenda said, flustered, but also flattered.

"Your ex-husband is clearly an idiot if he let this go," Portia said, letting her eyes blatantly travel over the woman's body. She was about to go in for the kill and knew saying such things would continue to build her trust.

"He is," Glenda agreed, as the pretty woman moved right in front of her.

"Sit down," Portia softly ordered, "I'll help you put these on."

"No, no, I can do that," Glenda said, feeling disoriented in a jumble of feelings... the slight attraction that confused her since she was completely straight.

"No, I insist," Portia said, moving her hands to the woman's shoulders and gently guiding her to the small sofa the room had... a movement that had worked so many times in the past... the softest of pushes that would help in making this clearly straight woman cross a line.

"I am, um..." the redhead protested, even as she looked at the absolutely stunning woman lowering herself to the floor in front of her.

"Just relax and be pampered, Glenda," Portia said, keeping her tone soft and sensual, "you deserve it."

"Um, okay," Glenda said, giving in as she watched the woman take the nylons out of the package and deftly roll one up.

"Left foot," the beautiful woman directed, and Glenda shyly put it forward. Having never had this done before, she found it both a little erotic and a lot surreal.