(Short Story) Jasmine's In Jeopardy
 

Chapter 1

That very morning at the office of SLUTS Corporation......

"Of course, Mr Robinson. I understand. It's all about the clients for us, and we wouldn't want you to take something up that wasn't in your best interests. Sure. Should you be interested in the investment plan again one day, please do feel free to contact me!"



Nicolette flung her phone at the wall. Of course it wasn't all about the clients, and she had just missed out on a huge commission. This had been Nicolette's opportunity to ascend to Senior Partner of Sluts Corporation, her boss Dominic had earlier assured her. The youngest Senior Partner of a major investment firm in the country! Clearly that would not be the case as she had failed to close Robinson.



It was that bitch Jasmine again. Dominic and the higher-ups would be furious at losing yet another deal to Clean Investments, but not as enraged at how Nicolette felt at coming in second best to Jasmine. Again. From Elementary School to College, the two natural beauties hardly saw eye to eye. From Jasmine being named Cheerleading Captain to the prestigious scholarships that they had had been in competition for in Senior Year, it always seemed as though circumstances were pitting them against each other. The real trigger point was when Nicolette's ex, Mercer, had cheated on her with Jasmine in Senior Year. Nicolette had not particularly loved Mercer, but Jasmine, far from ashamed of her actions, took every opportunity to rub it in. It was just Nicolette's luck that they'd ended up in the same College and in the same Major.



Now 28, the two women were no longer vying for boys and grades, but the competition had gotten even more serious. Sluts Corporation and Clean Investments were rivals, but the two rising stars also always seemed to be in direct competition for big clients.

Nicolette fumed, wild thoughts running through her mind.

"Worth a shot," she thought, before picking up the phone to call her secretary on the intercom, "Cin, could you come in? I was hoping you could tell me more about your cousins. Yes, the filmmakers.."

Jasmine was pleased. It was about time the haughty gal started respecting her. After all, she would soon be the youngest Senior Partner of a major investment firm. She'd been somewhat taken aback by Nicolette's call, after all, their recent conversations had never ended well. Typically, it would have revolved around Nicolette's bitterness at Jasmine, once again, swooping under the brunette's radar to pinch a valuable client. At other times, it would simply be business between the two of them. After all, the higher-ups at Sluts and Clean were seriously contemplating a merger.

In any case, Jasmine swiftly got over her surprise when Nicolette, surprisingly level, had told her that she had been ORDERED to give her a call personally. "Well, even the bitch's bosses are aware of how good I am." the pretty blonde mused, "I'd love to have seen the look on her face when they told her to congratulate me.."



There was also a business proposal on the table, Nicolette had said. Something about a huge film company which was requesting for a combined investment plan from the two companies. Gladly, Jasmine accepted Nicolette's offer of a dinner that very night. Jasmine loved the idea that her rival seemed to be being forced to "wine and dine" her.

"You know, we've been at this for a while now.. And I think.. Well.. It's about time for us to bury the hatchet and move on. Work together." Nicolette said over dinner.

Jasmine was somewhat amused but attempted to stay calm. "Because you finally realized you're no match for me?" she replied, admiring the irritation that crossed the her face.

"Clearly, you are very good at what you do," Nicolette said, swallowing slowly, "And my bosses recognize that. And.. I'd be lying if I said they had not caught wind of our rivalry. Again, I'd be lying if I said they hadn't hinted STRONGLY to me, just this morning, that it was time to make peace and attempt to work together. It's in line with their ambitions to merge in the near future, I guess."

That would do for now, Jasmine thought to herself. Couldn't expect too much from the once-proud bitch, but they were on the way there.

"And.. I would just like to say congratulations. For Robinson, for the upcoming promotion -- yes, word travels fast. I speak on behalf of Sluts as well." Nicolette continued, lowering her voice slightly.

Jasmine was actually somewhat touched at the effort that her rival was putting into this, and was enjoying every moment of it.

"This business proposal, though. What is it about? You said it was about a film and they needed both of us to work on it?" Jasmine asked, trying to hide a smile.

Nicolette glanced at the big tits and plunging cleavage showing on Jasmine's work dress. "SUPERIOR tits", Jasmine had always referred to them as such among the cheerleaders, "Only SUPERIOR tits for Mercer."



"Yes.. So this is what I've been told.." Nicolette began.

Jasmine actually enjoyed the dinner. The proposal seemed enticing, to say the least. It would certainly line her pockets well. Even if Nicolette was getting a share of the spoils, the opportunity to hear Nicolette congratulate her begrudgingly for her recent successes was enough to encourage her to tentatively agree to the collaboration. They'd agreed that Jasmine would pay Nicolette a visit at her office the next morning to delve deeper into the details. She left the restaurant, heading towards the parking lot, looking forward to getting home and having a good long fuck with her husband, Owen. It had certainly been a good day.



She was about to unlock the car door when she was suddenly accosted from behind.

"Don't move, bitch." came a gruff voice. Jasmine could feel a sharp tip pressing against her back through her thin dress. She could see two muscular shadows in the reflection on her car window.

"Oh my god," Jasmine whispered, "Ok, I'm not moving. What do you want?"

"Don't move, don't make a sound." he replied simply, before slipping on a tight black cloth over her eyes. Jasmine could not see anything.

"Now put your hands behind your back." he ordered, and swiftly zip-tied Jasmine's delicate hands behind her back.

"Now walk." he continued.

"Wha.. How do I walk? I can't see anything." Jasmine whispered uncertainly, terrified.

"Just walk where I direct you to, whore." he said, and Jasmine winced at the harsh word.

"Ok, ok." Jasmine's shoulder was roughly pushed to the right, and she took a few steps. It seemed she was walking along the side of her car to the back.

"Stop here." she heard a faint beep, of her car being unlocked, and then a click to indicate that the trunk was being opened. Suddenly, a hard ball or sorts was stuffed into her mouth, with straps locked behind her head. The busty Jasmine's was unceremoniously stuffed into her own trunk, and the lid slammed shut. Seconds later, she heard the engine starting and the car rumbled off. Blindfolded, hands tied and ball-gagged, she wondered where they were headed.



It was a long night......

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Jasmine wore a white dress the next day, with faint lace around the edges. The relatively conservative outfit made her feel slightly cleaner after her exploits the previous night. In particular, her pussy was still pink from the energetic activities with Sam and John, and slipping on her matching white set of bra and panties helped her feel less slutty and more like a successful Junior-soon-to-be-Senior Partner of Clean Investments. She'd thought of cancelling the meeting with Nicolette, but figured that the opportunity to hear more compliments and congratulations from her former rival would just be what she needed to forget what had happened.

She could not be more wrong.



"Well, how much do you think this will sell for? After all, you're a good closer aren't you?" Nicolette could not hide her glee.

"I was raped! I was forced!" the poor Jasmine replied.

"Hmm, looks anything but though.." Nicolette made it a point to rewind the video to Jasmine's wholehearted and horny begging.

"Sammy and Johnny.. Look.. I shaved my pussy just for you, just the way you like it.. Look at how wet I am, I need your cocks in me, one deep in this tight slick fuck hole and one in my mouth.." Nicolette increased the volume as the camera zoomed in on the kneeling tanned naked Jasmine who had one hand clearly rubbing her clit between her parted thighs.



Jasmine nervously looked at the door; the volume of the television was loud and sure hoped the people outside could not hear what was going on.

"But.. they forced me.." she replied softly, before it dawned on her.

"You bitch! You set this up!"

Nicolette basked in her victory for a second, silent and "absent-mindedly" rewinding the tape to play the beginning. Of course, Sam and John had done a good job with the edits -- that was after all what she had paid them for. Admittedly, Nicolette herself had been a little sceptical. Apparently the slut had either been too scared or just too whorish, and, with Cindy's cousins' skilled editing, the video was a work of art. It clearly evidenced a bombshell begging for sex from two strangers, despite her wedding ring being shiny and obvious.

"Oh look, here's my favourite part!" Nicolette commented gleefully.

Jasmine was sultrily slipping off her wedding ring, showing it to the camera. "Don't worry, he won't find out. Anyway, even if he does, he should know my pussy needs regular filling with different cocks every morning, afternoon and evening.."

"TURN IT OFF! OH MY GOD NICOLETTE. What the fuck. I'm going to the police with this and I'm going to tell everyone about how you arranged for me to be raped." Jasmine raised her voice slightly, before lowering it again with a glance at the door.



"Hey, I was wondering, was it all impromptu? Or did you really plan your lines for Sammy and Johnny here? Because they sure as hell seem like good imitations of some cheap porn.." Nicolette continued, ignoring Jasmine's comments.

"Did you hear what I said? I'm going to the police now. And I'll make sure that you and those two bastards go to jail for this." Jasmine stalked over to the television and turned it off.

Nicolette walked over to the centre of her office where the Jasmine was standing with her hands-on-hips and tits thrust out. "Let me take your proposal into consideration.." she mused.

"What proposal? You fucking hired two dumbshits to rape me. You are going to jail." Jasmine said.

"So, I don't tell Owen that you cheated on him and you be my slave?" Nicolette said, enjoying the look of pure shock and anger colour Jasmine's pretty features.

"What the fuck. I didn't cheat. I'm out of here." Jasmine walked towards the door.

Just then, the door opened and Nicolette's secretary walked in. "Hey Nico, just to let you know that I've dropped off the parcel for delivery to 69 Blush Street."

"Thanks, Cindy! Much appreciated." Nicolette replied.

To her horror, Jasmine realized that it was her address!

"Are you serious? Are you really going to send the video to Owen?" Jasmine turned to Nicolette when Cindy shut the door.

Nicolette smiled at her, letting Jasmine stew in her juices. "I thought that you had somewhere to be?" she asked.

"Please don't send the video to Owen.." Jasmine replied softly.

"Why not? I thought you said that you were forced into it?" Nicolette shot back.

"It doesn't look that way and you and I know it.." Jasmine replied, defeated.

"Well.. Too bad but the video is already on its way." Nicolette said simply.

"No, please.. Take it back and I won't go to the police. Do we have a deal?" Jasmine asked, half-pleadingly.

"You see, I don't really care about you going to the police at all. Because you have nothing to tell them. No evidence, no proof, not even a good story. All you have are lies about me setting you up for a rape. You go to the police, or don't. I don't really care. I'll use the video as I see fit, whether to defend myself against your dumbass claims of rape, or even to help those two poor gentlemen that you seduced defend themselves, or to expose your cheating slut cunt to your good husband." Nicolette knew that she had her prey just where she wanted her.

"No, no Nicolette. Please.." Jasmine begged, lost for words.

"Well, I guess there is one option." Nicolette said, loving the look of hopefulness that suddenly appeared on Jasmine's face.

"What is it? I'll do anything. You want me to forfeit my promotion, I'll do it." Jasmine replied.

"Forfeit your promotion? Gosh, that's child's play. You still think you're in a position to negotiate don't you. I'll repeat this once and only once. I don't send the video to Owen and you be my slave. Deal?" Nicolette said, grinning.

"What do you mean, 'be your slave'? Do you mean I'll have to introduce clients to you in the future? I can do that, I mean Sluts and Clean have been thinking of working together in the future anyway.." Jasmine replied, slightly relieved.

"NO YOU STUPID FUCKING SLUT! WHEN I SAY SLAVE, IT MEANS YOU DO WHATEVER I ASK YOU TO DO, WHENEVER I ASK YOU TO DO. ALL THE TIME." Nicolette suddenly shouted and Jasmine instinctively cowered away. She was sure that Cindy, seated close outside, could hear.



"Ok, I'll do it. I'll do it. Just don't send the video out." Jasmine said, resigned.

Nicolette almost burst out laughing. The dumb Jasmine was really under her thumb now.

"First things first.." Nicolette said slowly, enjoying the moment, "Get naked. Everything off."

"WHAT??" Jasmine said, inadvertently raising her voice.

She promptly received a slap right across her face.

"Now I'm losing my patience with you, bitch. Either you're my slave, or not. If you are, you do as I say. No questions asked, no delay. If you aren't, then get the fuck out of my office. Perhaps you can enjoy watching 'Dumb Bimbo Jasmine Slut Double Penetration' at home with Owen." Nicolette said, feigning anger.

Jasmine could feel tears welling up in her eyes, and not just because of the hard slap that her formal equal and rival had given her.

"And by the way," Nicolette continued, "I'll also be dropping copies off to your parents and siblings. Maybe that hot brother of yours will enjoy wanking off to his slut sister."

"I'll do it, I'll do it.." Jasmine said, completely defeated.

She slowly reached toward mid thighs and rolled up her dress.

"You know what, I don't give a fuck about this strip tease nonsense. Although, as we'd both recall, Mercer did. Anyway, you have 5 seconds to get naked. Or.. You know what." Nicolette rolled her eyes at Jasmine.

Tears flowing freely now, Jasmine hurriedly stripped off her dress and stood awkwardly in front of Nicolette in her matching white conservative bra and panties.

"Well, well. The slut in the video was certainly wearing very different underwear. And, as I recall, you had a particularly nice habit of buying sexy underthings even in College. Well, I said naked. And.. it's been 20 seconds. So I guess Owen will be getting a free porno tonight." Nicolette half giggled before feigning seriousness.

Jasmine unclasped her bra and dropped her panties in record time, but then stood hunched, one hand over her voluminous tits and another tightly pressed between her legs.

"Oh come on, now you're being shy? Remember what you said to me in the first cheerleader practice session in College? When you told everyone that I'm not a natural?" the memories actually made Nicolette's anger a little less fake.

"Yes, I remember.." Jasmine replied softly. She felt embarrassed and powerless, completely naked in front of Nicolette. All she had on were her pair of simple white flats.

Nicolette remembered that incident vividly. She had always believed that the only reason why Jasmine had been assigned the Captain's role in School was due to her Blondie looks. Shortly before their first practice session in College, Nicolette had decided to dye her hair platinum blonde, an almost matching shade to Jasmine's. Jasmine had not stopped making snide comments about "fake people" and people who would "do anything to make themselves seem cooler than they're not". At the end of first practice, when the sweaty girls had congregated in the bathroom for a shower, Jasmine had stripped completely naked and had loudly begun a conversation about pubic hair with a few of the similarly naked and blonde Seniors. Looking back, Nicolette could somewhat appreciate the deviousness of the blonde's plot but at that time, she certainly felt horrible.

"I had a boyfriend who had a particular fetish for a thin slit-width landing strip, but I couldn't bring myself to let the hair grow. Seriously, I can't stand the sight or feeling of pubic hair or body hair at all. Smooth from the neck down I'd say!" Jasmine laughed loudly, parting her legs wide and exposing her clean-shaven pussy, "So.. Nic! We've been through thick and thin together in School, but I never got to ask you this question. Do you like to be completely shaved down there?"

"I don't know, Jasmine.." Nicolette mumbled. She still had on her sports bra and tight athletic panties, and had no intention whatsoever of getting naked outside of the cubicle. It was even more annoying that she knew full well which boyfriend Jasmine was referred to -- it was Mercer, whom the bitch had stolen from her!

"Come on, Nic! Just strip down and join us. It's just us girls!" Jasmine said loudly, to laughter from the group gathered around her. She was working the crowd and both Jasmine and Nicolette knew it. Cheerleading squads were all the same, either you fitted in and were in, or you did not and were out.

"Well.." Nicolette said, barely audible, as she cast a glance at the nearby cubicle.

"Oh come on, don't be shy!" Jasmine pranced over, her big tits and matchingly curvy ass bouncing. Without warning, she unclasped Nicolette's tight sports bra and pulled her panties to the ground from the back. Jasmine had specifically chosen to do so from the back so that she could enjoy the watching crowd's expressions. She was not disappointed.

"Wow! Now I know why she didn't want to take them off." One of the blonde seniors, Allison, commented.

Nicolette's dark brown, trimmed but fully visible, pubic triangle was exposed to the other girls. The contrast to the bright platinum blonde hair on her head was apparent.



"Oh my god!!" Jasmine feigned ignorance and surprise, "You should have said so. I didn't know you were not a natural. I mean, I didn't know you were a FAKE blonde. I'm sorry, Nic!"

Nicolette stood still, embarrassed and exposed, blushing and not knowing what she could say.

"You know, I've never seen non-blonde pubic hair before. Do you think it will be as smooth as a TRUE blonde's?" Jasmine continued.



Again, without warning, she reached out and pinched a couple of hairs from Nicolette's trimmed bush. Nicolette quickly pulled up her tight panties and hurried to the cubicle, to giggles all around the changing room. "I'm sorry darling, I didn't know you were a FAKE blonde!" Jasmine hollered.

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Looking forward to your next updates to this nice story TS.

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setting up my tent here for more of this story.

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The nickname "Two-Tone-Lette" stuck through Nicolette's time in the Cheerleading Squad.

Oh, how the tables had turned. "AND WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME AT THE TIME?" Nicolette raised her voice.

"I don't know, Nicolette.. Uh.. I said that it's just us girls?" Jasmine mumbled.

"Well, it may have been then. It won't be from now on." Nicolette said menacingly, "Get your slut cunt over to the window and draw the curtains."

"But Nicolette!! Its 11am. Its bright outside. Someone will see me!" Jasmine shrieked, tightening her hands over her tits and pussy.

"Yes, you dumb bimbo. That's the whole plan. And remember, you are my slave. No questions asked, no thinking. Just obeying." Nicolette dragged out every word.

Jasmine began crying again, and this time she even knelt down in front of Nicolette. But the Nicolette was in no mood for games. "Get your fucking ass over to the window, and draw the curtains wide. You have 10 seconds. Or the world finds out what an adulterous slut you are." Nicolette shouted loudly.

As the poor defeated Jasmine dragged her feet over to the window, dreading the worst, Nicolette sat back down at her table and turned on the television on the far side. Jasmine's naked body appeared in full glory again, two cocks buried deep in her.



Jasmine gently drew the curtains, revealing an entire panel of huge ceiling-to-floor clear glass windows. She attempted to hide behind a nearby flowerpot.

Nicolette seemed irked. "Ok, I think a stupid cunt like you needs to be house-trained since you clearly don't know how to behave. First, get your fucking shoes off. Do you not understand what 'completely naked' means?"

Jasmine sheepishly slid her shoes off, still trying to hide her voluptuous figure behind the flowerpot.

"Next, get your slut ass in front of my table now."

"Nicolette, please.. Your table faces the window.."

"I said now. And I won't ask again." Nicolette began to play the video of Jasmine's sexual romp from the night before.

Jasmine began to walk over to the table, when Nicolette began shouting again, "And don't you dare cover your worthless slut body."

Jasmine, tears flowing down her face, stood in front of Nicolette's table with her hands by her side, her legs clenched tightly together. She could feel the sun's rays on her back, knowing that anyone looking into the window would be able to see her completely naked butt. Luckily, they were on the 25th floor.

"Tie up your fucking hair into a bun. And get your jewellery off as well. Earrings, wedding ring from poor Owen who does not know what a slut he married and necklace. All off."



"Now put your hands on the back of your head. Elbows straight and parallel to your body. I want your slutty tits to be thrust out. And what size are those melons anyway?" Nicolette continued.

"36DDD.." Jasmine mumbled, blushing. She was always proud of her tits and Owen loved them. But having Nicolette comment so crudely about her naked body made her feel worthless.

"Legs a foot apart. No, make that a foot and a half. I want your pussyfolds to be spread."



Jasmine obediently followed all the instructions and assumed the humiliating position. Nicolette got up and indicated for her to follow.

To Jasmine's horror, Nicolette led her over to the full windows and told her to stand beside a nearby coffee table. Nicolette leaned against the window, observing her prey.

Jasmine was a sight to behold, and her 28-year old naked body screamed sex, especially in the exposed and erotic position that left nothing to imagination. Her tits were inevitably thrust out with her elbows forced backwards and her hands on the back of her head, her pussy plainly visible between her parted thighs. Even with tear-stained cheeks, Jasmine was beautiful. Her lips were thick and succulent. Her armpits were tight, taut and smooth. Her arms and back were toned and would not have looked out of place on a 21-year old cheerleader. Her stomach was firm and flat as she ensured was the case with her regular abs work outs. Her ass was equally firm but bouncy and matched her voluptuous chest. Of course, her big tits, thrust out in that position, simply begged eyes to stare directly at them. Jasmine's pussy was completely hairless, freshly shaved from this morning. Her nether lips remained pink from the night before and were parted slightly and invitingly between her splayed thighs. Her skin was evenly tanned a beautiful golden brown, even all over her tits. Only a small triangle and thin lines around her pubic area indicated that she did not tan completely naked.



"From now on, I will refer to this as your favourite position. Whenever I tell you to strip, you get naked immediately and be in this position. If we are in my office, you make sure the windows are completely uncovered and you stand in front of the window, facing out. Are we clear?"

Jasmine nodded, lost for words.

"You will address me as 'ma'am'. Always, no matter who we are with or where we are."

Jasmine nodded again, and was promptly rewarded with a hard slap on her left tit.

"What did I say, you stupid slut?"

"Sorry, ma'am.." Jasmine replied, her eyes stinging. She was utterly humiliated and vulnerable.

"Just so we are clear, your favourite position refers to this ENTIRE position. Hair in a bun, hands on head, elbows parallel to body, legs spread a foot and a half. And no jewellery. I don't want anything to cover your slutty body. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am.."

"Repeat what I said. From the beginning."

"I will be in the favourite position when you tell me to do so.." Jasmine whispered, barely audible.

"BE GRAPHIC. DESCRIBE YOUR FAVOURITE POSITION, WHICH IS THE NATURAL POSITION FOR A SLUT LIKE YOU. AND REFER TO IT AS 'MY FAVOURITE POSITION'. SAY IT."

Tears welling up again, Jasmine said, "When you tell me to get naked, I will strip my clothes and shoes off. I will tie my hair up in a bun. I will put my hands on my head and keep my elbows parallel and legs spread a foot and a half. OH MY GOD NICOLETTE, PLEASE. DON'T DO THIS TO ME!!"

"You are one dumb bimbo. Or should I say, dimbo. I'm not doing anything to you, you stupid slut. You're choosing to do whatever I say. And, just so that we're clear, your overdeveloped body clearly took all the development away from your brain. I told you to repeat my instructions. What have you missed out, dumb cunt?"

"Nicolette, please.." Jasmine began to grovel at Nicolette's foot.

"Kiss my shoes and maybe we'll call it even, huh?" Nicolette teased.

Humiliated but relieved, Jasmine hurriedly began planting soft kisses all over Nicolette's expensive heels. To her disgust, Nicolette began inclining her shoe, resting her weight on the tip of each heel. "The bottom."

Jasmine had no choice but to kiss the dirty soles of her former rival.

"Ok, get up."

"Are we even now..?" Jasmine asked, hopefully.

"Mmm. Nah." Nicolette enjoyed the look of despair on the pretty Jasmine's face, "And when I ask you to repeat an order, you jolly well repeat the entire thing. In detail. Now get your dumb cunt in your favourite position."

Jasmine assumed the erotic position.

"Repeat the instruction I just gave you."

"Stand in my favourite position.."

"I said, IN DETAIL."

"Um.." Jasmine wasn't sure what to say, but tried repeating Nicolette's words anyway, "You told me to get my dumb cunt into my favourite position.."



Nicolette burst out laughing. "Yes, excellent! Maybe I should write a book called 'How to Train a Dumb Slave'. What do you think?"

"I don't know, ma'am.."

Nicolette continued laughing. "Now, tell me in proper detail. What happens when I ask you to strip?"

"I will remove my clothes and shoes immediately. Then, I will tie my hair into a bun. I will also remove all jewellery from my body. I will stand with my hands on my head and elbows straight. My legs will be parted a foot and a half. This is the.. MY .. favourite position.." Jasmine tailed off, tears flowing again.

"Oh yes, it certainly is your favourite position. I bet you love being spread and exposed." Nicolette continued, "Now tell me, what happens if I ask you to strip in my office?"

"I will draw the curtains wide open and stand in front of the windows, facing out.."

"Good, good. See, who says we can't work together?" Nicolette laughed loudly.

"Actually, you know what.. I had an idea. Go over to the table and get your wedding ring" Nicolette ordered and Jasmine shuffled slowly over to the table.

Just then, there was a knock on the door and Cindy entered. Of course, she was greeted by the wonderful sight of the tanned and completely naked and barefoot Jasmine. Jasmine shrieked and covered her tits and pussy, hunching over.

Cindy seemed amused but completely ignored the naked woman. "Nico, I'm heading off for lunch. So do you want me to drop the package off?"

"What do you think, slut?" Nicolette asked Jasmine.

"NOOOO. PLEASE, NOOO." Jasmine replied, still trying to cover her curvy assets.

"Then get your fucking slut ass in your favourite position. In the future, no more covering up your naked body at all. Specifically, I want your tits to be thrust out at all time and pussy completely visible." Nicolette said loudly, to laughter from Cindy.

Utterly humiliated but powerless, Jasmine slowly got into the position so that the redhead and brunette could see her naked body in the fullest.

"Repeat my instructions." Nicolette continued.

"I will not cover my naked body at all in the future. Tits will be thrust out and pussy visible.." Jasmine whispered, but both the other women could hear her clearly and exchanged loud laughs.

"Shouldn't you thank Cin for not exposing your adulterous acts?" Nicolette said.

"Thank you, Cindy.." Jasmine said softly.

"Speak up, bitch. And say it properly and in detail."

"THANK YOU CINDY FOR NOT EXPOSING MY ADULTERY.." Jasmine rasped, still trying to keep her pitch low.



"What do you think, Cin? Does she seem genuine to you?" Nicolette asked snidely.

"You know, Nico, I don't think so.." Cindy replied with a smile, "Plus, I mean it's such a good video. Why hide it from the good people of this city?"

Cindy gestured at the television, where Jasmine's erotic form was shown in full HD on the paused video. She had been in the middle of riding John's cock in the reverse cowgirl position, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. Her clit was swollen and pussy pink, clear evidence of how horny she was, with John's sizable cock halfway inside her slit.



"Please, Cindy. I'm begging you. Please don't send the video out.." Jasmine said.

"Begging? You don't look like you're begging to me." Cindy replied haughtily.

The once-proud Jasmine immediately dropped to her knees and grovelled at the secretary's feet. "Please, please don't.. It will ruin my life. Please don't send the video out.." Jasmine said.

"Mm.. You mean the video about the cats and wool? Or the one about a dumb bimbo consensually seducing and fucking two men? I mean.. You should be more specific about which video you're talking about."



"YES. YES. Please don't send the video where I consensually seduced and fucked two men.. Please don't send the video to my husband and my family or whoever else!!" Jasmine said, bawling.

"Well.. I mean just to be sure that it IS you in the video.. Why don't you show us that face?" Cindy continued, pointing at the television screen.

Horrified but powerless, Jasmine tried her best to brush away her tears and mimic her horny face from the night before.

"What a fucking lousy imitation. Maybe it's not her in the video after all, so this video is safe for public distribution!" Nicolette scoffed.

"No, please!! I'm trying my best. I don't know how to make the face.." Jasmine begged.

"I think you just have to get in the mood. Get your useless cunt on the coffee table. Imagine as though you're riding John's cock again. I want to see you moving your body and I want to hear the proper noises coming out from your slut mouth." Nicolette said.

The humiliated Jasmine had no choice but to mount the table. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to picture John's huge cock entering her moist pussy.



"Open your eyes and begin. Cin needs to go for lunch, and if she's not satisfied with your proof that you're the slut in the video, the video will be dropped off."

Jasmine began to move her hips up and down slowly, as though she was riding a hard cock. Soft moans inevitably escaped her mouth as she imagined it sliding deep into her pussy. A warmth spread across her face. "How can I be getting horny in front of these two bitches?!" she screamed inwardly.

Nicolette and Cindy smiled at the erotic sight of the blonde bombshell fucking the air as though she was a horny cowgirl.

"Now I want you to repeat 'this is how I commit adultery', 'this is how I ride random cocks', 'this is how a slut like me spends her rare time when I am not being fucked'." Nicolette ordered.

"THIS IS HOW I COMMIT ADULTERY. THIS IS HOW I RIDE RANDOM COCKS. THIS IS HOW A SLUT LIKE ME SPENDS HER RARE TIME WHEN I AM NOT BEING FUCKED.." Jasmine repeated over and over again. Her breaths got deeper and shorter from the exertion, her pussy involuntarily squeezing an imaginary cock.

Nicolette and Cindy allowed the dumb Jasmine to continue for a full 20 minutes while they had a quiet discussion. When they finally allowed her to get off the table, they commented loudly about how pink and clearly moist her pussy had gotten, along with a long description of her swollen clit.

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Chapter 2: House Rules

"Did you get everything I asked for?" Nicolette questioned her new slave.

"Yes ma'am.." the poor subservient Jasmine replied.

It was night, and, as promised, Nicolette had paid Jasmine a visit at her house. Thankfully, Owen had decided to have an early night after a good post-dinner fuck and Jasmine had managed to slip out of the house to meet Nicolette in her car. Jasmine would have hated to admit this to Nicolette, but the humiliations of the afternoon had turned her on immensely and she had not hesitated to jump on Owen after dinner for a hard pounding. Yet, the moment she had received the call from Nicolette, close to midnight, she had hurriedly slipped off her sexy nightgown and put on a hoodie and sweatpants before leaving the house. It gave her some comfort being able to cover up her body.



"Good. Carry the files in." Nicolette ordered, and Jasmine had no choice but to follow Nicolette back into her home, struggling to bear the weight of the huge files.

The two women got seated on Jasmine's sofa and Jasmine placed the files nearby.

"What do you want, ma'am?" she whispered, not wanting to wake Owen who was asleep upstairs.

Nicolette smirked, tempted to shout at her slave but decided that it would be for another day. "Let's take a look through all these, shall we?" She spent the next couple of minutes flipping through the documents in the files, comparing it against the list that she had provided for Jasmine with this afternoon.

"Ah, excellent. I'm sure Sluts Corp will be very appreciative of your contributions. Not so sure if Clean Investment would take your corporate espionage so kindly though.." Nicolette said, enjoying the look of shock on Jasmine's face.

"Ma'am, please.. I only did this because you asked me to.." Jasmine pleaded.

"I know. Too bad. But don't worry, I won't tell anyone for now. As long as you continue being a good slave." Nicolette continued.

"The next step of your corporate progression will be to hand in your resignation. As a reward for your help, I have made arrangements for you to join me at Sluts." Nicolette informed the blonde.

Jasmine's eyes welled up in tears. "Ma'am, I love my job. Please don't ask me to quit." she said.

"Sure. In that case, I'd just like to drop off a nice video for Owen. Oh and also to give you the courtesy of notifying you that I'll be reporting your corporate wrongdoing to the police on my way home." Nicolette got up and walked towards the door.

"Ok.. Ok.. I'll resign tomorrow.." Jasmine whispered, and Nicolette grinned widely.

"Get naked." Nicolette raised her voice ever so slightly, but Jasmine's eyes widened, worriedly looking at the staircase.

Jasmine thought of begging Nicolette to give her a break, but thought better of it, worried that the evil Nicolette would wake Owen. She hurriedly stripped naked, almost forgetting to pose in her favourite position.



"Good, you're learning quickly." Nicolette absent-mindedly dragged her fingers in a V-shape around the shaved area on top of Jasmine's slit. She could feel a slight stickiness which was clear evidence that her slut had been fucked recently.

"Actually, I had an idea. In the future, your favourite position will consist of your wedding ring inside your pussy." Nicolette continued, to a soft gasp from Jasmine.

"What, ma'am?" Jasmine replied.

"You heard me, you dumb bitch. Your favourite position will include your wedding ring INSIDE your pussy. So instead of just removing it, I want you to insert it into your pussy. If someone wishes to use your pussy you can remove it later. Now get into your proper favourite position."





Humiliated and feeling worthless, Jasmine picked up her wedding ring, which she had placed on the nearby table, and inserted it deep inside her pussy. She could feel the moistness from the sex that she had had in the evening with Owen, and hoped that the ring would not slip out.

"Now repeat what I said."

"From now on, my favourite position includes my wedding ring inside my pussy.." Jasmine replied, embarrassed.

"Yes. So if someone wants to fuck you, you'll have to take it out, which will of course reemphasize how much of a cheating slut you are.." Nicolette mused.

Jasmine wasn't sure what Nicolette meant by "someone wanting to fuck her", but she didn't want to be scolded and let the matter be.

"Now, time for some house rules." Nicolette continued.

"Firstly, you will be naked at home at all times. And when I say 'home', I mean this entire house. You will strip at the door step before entering. I want you naked 24/7 here. Are we clear?"



"But ma'am.. My neighbours will see me if I strip outside." Jasmine begged.

"Good. If anyone wolfwhistles at you or calls out at you or whatever, I want you to go over, completely naked, and ask them if you can entertain them. Understood?" Nicolette said.

"Yes, ma'am.." Jasmine answered, resigned. She was most worried about what Owen would think if he saw her stripping at the porch.

"In fact.. I want you to strip at the front door. The back door doesn't count. And I want you to be in your favourite position for 30 seconds on the porch. Of course, including your ring deep in your slutty cunt. Now repeat after me. What is your first rule?"



"I will strip naked and pose in my favourite position on the front porch for 30 seconds, including my wedding ring inside my pussy.." Jasmine repeated, mortified.

"Yes. You can remove the ring after 30 seconds if you want to. Or you can keep it inside your pussy. A slut's pussy needs constant filling I know. Am I right?"

"Yes, ma'am.. A slut's pussy needs constant filling."

"And who is a slut?"

"MY pussy needs constant filling.. But I can remove the ring after 30 seconds of being in my favourite position on the front porch.." Jasmine said softly, tears flowing down her face. Nicolette had to try her hardest to prevent herself from bursting out laughing, forcing herself to keep a straight face.



"Good. Do you shave daily?" Nicolette asked abruptly.

"Um.. Yes ma'am." Jasmine replied, taken aback and she actually stopped crying.

"That will be a rule too. I want you completely shaved and hairless from neck down. Arms, armpits, legs, pussy. With your hair in the slutty bun and in your favourite position, I will definitely be able to tell if you did not shave that morning itself. Are we clear?" Nicolette continued.

"Yes, ma'am.." this was a rule that Jasmine would have no difficulty following at all, yet she felt a fresh pang of humiliation at her hygiene habits been so crudely discussed and controlled.

"So, after your shower and shave every morning, you can dry off with a towel. I don't want you dripping all over the house, except from that gushing faucet between your legs. But you have 10 minutes to get dry, after which the towel must be put aside. Why?" Nicolette asked, her mouth twisting into a grin.

"Because I have to be completely naked at home, ma'am.." Jasmine answered, blushing.

"Good, slave. Which also means that if you need to put on clothes for the day, you take them and dress on the porch. Or dress in the car. Or dress in the mall. I know your slut body needs the attention. Main point - you can only dress when you are outside. Clear?" Nicolette said.



"Yes, ma'am.. I can only put on clothes outside the house because I am supposed to be naked in the house at all times.." Jasmine repeated.

"Of course, this also means that you are not to cover your body at all times at home. Which means tits and pussy COMPLETELY VISIBLE. No putting legs together. In fact, whenever you sit, whether or not you are wearing clothes or naked, I want your legs to be parted a foot wide. This applies wherever you are, whether you are at home or not. Repeat."

"Whenever I sit, my legs will be parted a foot wide. I cannot cover my tits and pussy at all.." Jasmine said, tears welling up again.

"Good. And whenever you are naked, you will try as far as possible to be in the centre of the room where the view of your body is unobstructed. I don't care if you are alone, or Owen is here, or whatever. You get to an area where anyone can see you if they wanted to. Understand?"

"Yes ma'am.. My naked body always has to be visible.."

Nicolette grinned wide at the sight of the humiliated blonde's downturned mouth. "You know, I'd very much like you to be in your favourite position at all time. I'm sure you'd like the same. Since, after all, it is YOUR favourite position. But since I am kind, I won't make that a rule. Aren't I the best slave-owner?"

Impotent rage welling up inside Jasmine, she answered, "Yes, you are the best slave-owner.."

"Since you are such a good slave, I'll let you watch some television while I decide on more rules." Nicolette proceeded to connect her phone to the television and began playing a video.

To her horror, Jasmine saw that it was her on the screen from this afternoon, fucking an imaginary cock on Nicolette's table in the office! She was about to open her mouth and protest, but was swiftly silenced by Nicolette. "You make a sound, I turn on the volume. Now, you watch while you rub your clit. I can see how wet you are, and I know you need a cum. NOW RUB YOURSELF LIKE THE SLUT YOU ARE." she hissed.

"Look at the pornstar on the screen. Big tits, shaved pussy, horny face. She needs a cock. How hot is that?" Nicolette egged her on.

Nicolette allowed Jasmine to masturbate for 5 minutes, before playing a new video. It was Jasmine in Clean Investments, making copies of the documents that she had handled over to Nicolette. Dismayed, Jasmine turned to Nicolette who simply said, "Yes, my slave. I am always watching you. Now keep rubbing your swollen little bud while you listen to me."

"I know you tan topless, but we are going to get rid of those lines around your hips. So, from now on, you will tan naked every Sunday afternoon. For at least 3 hours. Understand?"

"Y..es.. ma..am" Jasmine deep breaths interrupted her reply.

Nicolette laughed at the horny Jasmine in front of her. "Get in your favourite position now." she teased.

It took all of Jasmine's effort to wrench her fingers away from her clit, but she managed to do so. She could still feel the strong arousal but, embarrassed, she assumed her favourite position.

"I will pay special attention to here," Nicolette brushed her fingers against Jasmine's armpits, "here," - flicking Jasmine's big tits up and placing two fingers under their natural sag - "here," doing the same for her curvy ass, "and here." finishing by rubbing the sides of her shaved pussy, very moist from Jasmine's fresh female juice. "So you had better spread yourself out nicely on the backyard and ensure that you are evenly tanned all over. If I don't see progress, you will tan in the front. Or on the SIDEWALK. Are we clear?"

"Yes ma'am.." Jasmine replied, still breathing deeply and completely humiliated, "I will be tanned all over."



"Good. Continue rubbing your clit." Nicolette laughed.

Somewhat relieved, the horny blonde quickly resumed her masturbation.

"I don't care if Owen sees you, or some pervert looks into your backyard. You make sure that you tan for at least 3 hours STRAIGHT every Sunday from 11am to 2pm."



"Yes, maaaaaam.." Jasmine could not believe how horny she was.

"Now I want you to listen carefully. You are going to have a very eventful day tomorrow." Nicolette continued.



Jasmine listened, and she came at the end of it all.... Hard.......!!!

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Chapter 3:First Steps

After tendering her resignation, Jasmine hurried to the shop. It was in an extremely seedy part of Chinatown, which Jasmine would have had no other reason to visit other than the fact that Nicolette had ordered her to. Nicolette had told her to be there by 10, and she was already running late.

"Um.. Hi. I'm here to pick up a package for Jasmine?" she told the young goth-looking girl at the counter, who glared at her before stalking to the back of the shop.

As Jasmine was in a hurry, she proceeded to the next item on her agenda instead of waiting for the girl to return. She was supposed to pick out a number of outfits. In fact, a lot of outfits, as Nicolette had informed her in no uncertain terms that her entire wardrobe was to undergo a change.

Nicolette had of course provided Jasmine with a number of strict guidelines. Broadly, she was only permitted dresses and slingshot-teardrop thongs.

Jasmine searched for dresses first. First of all, the dresses had to have spaghetti straps. Her arms were not to be covered at all times. In addition, the dress could only extend to half an inch ABOVE the curve of her ass. In other words, the "tips" of her ass had to be clearly visible at all times, not to mention when she bent over. Every single dress was not just bodycon but constricting her curvy body. Then, the dress had to be 1 size SMALLER than whatever fitted the above requirements. Of course, this necessitated a number of trips to the changing room, and after a couple of minutes she noticed that the shop assistant had returned to the counter with a sealed cardboard box. Jasmine figured she would deal with it later and picked out 20 dresses that suited Nicolette's demands. She was under no illusions, a low class hooker would have been put to shame by the skimpy clothing.

Then, Jasmine turned her attention to the swimwear section. This was much easier as there was an entire shelf labelled "Slutdrops". The teardrops on the slingshot bikini were barely visible, inch-thick at the widest for the nipples which quickly tapered into nothing, and an inch-and-a-half "pussy-strap" which became a thong too soon, so much so that the end was literally digging into her pussy when she put it on. Nothing was left to imagination, and Jasmine quickly noticed that her pussy was almost completely visible. It made things worse that Nicolette had told her to get an M when an L was the right fit for Jasmine's big tits and curvy ass. Literally, only the width of her slit and her nipples were covered. WHORE, screamed the mirror in the changing room. She picked up a couple of bright red and silvery white ones as ordered.

After making payment at the counter, Jasmine had turned to leave but was promptly stopped by the shop assistant. "Leave your bra and panties here. Nicolette says she knows you would not have obeyed her and you will be punished accordingly." the teenager said.

Horrified, Jasmine frowned and replied, "What do you mean?"

"I really don't have time for games, you stupid woman. I said leave your bra and panties here. Full-stop."

Sighing, Jasmine knew that she had no choice. Yes, Nicolette had told her that the no-underwear rule was in force from last night, but she had had to tender her resignation this morning! She could not imagine visiting her (ex-)office with no underwear on, so she had decided to put on proper undergarments and had hoped that Nicolette would not find out. Clearly, Nicolette knew her better than she thought. She slowly put down the bags and walked to the changing room again.

"No, here. She said here." the young shop assistant continued.

"What the fuck. You little brat.. How dare you!" Jasmine replied, enraged.

And Jasmine received a slap on the face by the teenager who was probably 10 years her junior. "Nicolette said you might need some convincing. So here goes. You do it, don't do it, that's up to you. But if you don't strip naked and hand me your bra and panties HERE, I'll tell Nicolette, like she told me to. And she said you'll be dealt with accordingly. Something about.. homemade porn?" the goth-girl said.

Wordless and defeated, Jasmine stripped in the middle of the seedy shop and handed her bra and panties to the girl. Thankfully, the shop had no visitors at the time. Jasmine figured that covering herself up with her hands would be futile, but quickly reached for her dress. But the girl continued to speak, grinning, "Well, Nicolette said that if you did strip, I was to tell you that you are to leave your dress and shoes here. You can use the red one."



Confused and humiliated, Jasmine did not bother asking what "the red one" meant. But she had no choice but to slowly unwrap the box while the teenager grinned snidely at her big tits and freshly shaved pussy. When she finally managed to get the box unwrapped and opened, she saw that it contained two dresses and two pairs of extremely high heels. The only difference was that one of each was bright red and the other white. She hurriedly slipped on the red spaghetti-strapped dress. Immediately, she noticed that the dress was even more whorish than the dresses that she had picked out herself. The back of the dress was completely bare, aside from the spaghetti straps that extended all the way to the tight piece of cloth covering her ass. It would be obvious that she was not wearing a bra of any kind. In fact, from the back, she looked as though she had on a slingshot bikini above the hip. Furthermore, to suggest that the tight piece of cloth covered her ass was an overstatement. A huge slit right in the middle of the "skirt-portion", combined with the tightness, meant her ass crack was almost visible. Because of how tight the dress was, the flimsy and thin spaghetti straps held the front in place, but it was still stretched taut across her big tits. At least, Jasmine mused, she was reasonably covered in front. She then proceeded to slip on the identically bright red pair of 6-inch high heels, trying to avoid looking at her slutty reflection in the mirror.

Jasmine hurriedly gathered her old clothes and shoes and dumped them on the counter, before hurrying out of the shop. She was still late, she was supposed to have been at the next stop at 12. The shop assistant's loud laughter echoed after her.

She got her nails painted at the next shop; a matching shade of what was called "FUCKME RED" as ordered by Nicolette. It did not escape her attention that Nicolette had chosen a colour for her that was almost identical to the colour of her dress and her heels. Then, she cursed herself for actually appreciating her tormentor's artistic talent. She also purchased the FUCKME RED lipstick, which she hurriedly applied in the car before heading to her next destination.

The next stop was a sex-toy shop. The pimpled teen at the counter almost spilled his coffee, seeing the walking wet dream entering the shop. Jasmine blushed, but walked quickly to the counter.

"I need a.. Uh.. Sybian. And a.. er. Monkey. No, a Monkey-Rocker, I mean." she said, trying to keep her voice low.

"Uh.. Uh.." the teen stammered.

"Please hurry, please.." Jasmine said, frowning. She was supposed to have been home by now.

"Ok, could you fill out your.. Part.. Particulars?" he slipped her a form, all the while not taking her eyes off her voluptuous chest.

Wondering if her nipples could be seen through the thin and taut fabric, Jasmine hurriedly filled in the form. Nicolette had ordered her to ensure that the delivery was made to Jasmine's own home, and she was still lost as to how she would explain the erotic equipment to Owen. She figured that she would cross that bridge when she got there.

"So.. A Sybian and a Monkey-Rocker.. Yeah? Anything else?" the teen seemed to have found his tongue.

"Yes. I need a ROCKHARD PACKAGE." Jasmine said, not even sure what it was, but obeying Nicolette all the same.

The young man's eyes bulged. "Whaaat?" he said.

"I need a ROCKHARD PACKAGE as well." she repeated.

"Oh! Sorry. I thought you were referring to something else.. The Rockhard Package, delivered weekly to the same address as well?" apparently some blood was finally flowing to his brain instead of his clearly stiff erection.

"Er. Yes." Jasmine paused, her curiousity was piqued, "Actually, what is the Rockhard Package?"

"You don't know what the Rockhard Package is, but you're getting it?" he asked, slightly taken aback.

"Uh.. Yeah. It's a dare. So.." Jasmine used the first lame excuse that popped into her mind.

"Oh, well.. the Rockhard Package is our biggest and best collection of porn magazines. So if you sign up for the Rockhard, you immediately get registered with all our partners. And they will send you their magazines every week at a discount! I mean, this dare thing is temporary right? Do you really want to get the Rockhard?" he actually seemed concerned.

"Yes, yes.." Jasmine replied slowly. More to explain to Owen about, but she had no choice after all.

"Alright, you're all set then. The two machines should reach you within the next two days, and the magazines this weekend, and every weekend after."

"Thank you!" Jasmine practically ran out of the shop after making payment.

"I'd.. We'd.. love to see you again.." came the young man's voice.

Jasmine got home at 2. She was an hour late, and the van was already parked outside her house. Parking her car in the driveway, she ran as fast as she could, perched on the slutty high heels, and rapped smartly on the driver's door. The workmen were pissed, complaining that they had had to wait for the big-titted blonde for the past hour. Even her skimpy attire and effusive apologies did not seem to appease them.

"Please, please, just come in and do the job. I know you have to get it done today and we're both on a tight schedule. I'm so sorry you nice men had to wait for me.."

Finally, after much dissing and complaints, the two men in the front got out and opened the back of the van. There were another three Latino-looking men in the back, and they began to gather their equipment. Jasmine honestly had no idea what Nicolette had arranged for them to set up, but she hoped that they would be quick.

She was leading the men to the front door and had just reached into her handbag for her keys when, to her horror, she realized what would happen next. It had only just hit her.

"Erm. Do you nice men mind waiting for a while? There's something I need to do." she said softly.

"WHAT?! We already waited for you for an hour." the leader, Ramirez, frowned at Jasmine who was beginning to bun up her hair.

Blushing profusely, Jasmine swiftly stripped off her skimpy dress and heels. Then, she removed her wedding ring and slid it slowly into her pussy. It took her less than 20 seconds. Then, naked as the day she was born and surrounded by 5 strangers, Jasmine got into her favourite position on the front porch, completely exposed.

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The silence was deafening and the jaws of the workmen immediately dropped. They could not take their eyes of Jasmine the beauty posing in such an erotic position in front of them completely naked. Her big tits were thrust out, as though begging for them to stare and admire them. It was only her pink and smoothly shaved pussy that could distract them from the succulent melons.

Jasmine was actually shell-shocked herself. She had not put two and two together last night, but she had finally realized that Nicolette had all along planed for her to be naked while the workmen did their work because they would be doing the work in the house after all. She was just hoping for the 30 seconds to pass quickly, when..

"You're really one dirty whore, aren't you?" one of the workmen, Jerri - from his nametag, had roughly grabbed one of her big tits.

"Get in there, we're going to give you one hell of a pounding." another, Christian, had grabbed her by the shoulders and began pushing her towards the door.

"No, please, please. I need 30 seconds. Please, just wait." the naked Jasmine begged.

The men laughed at her comments. "Well, if you enjoy being naked in public so much.." Ramirez said. To be fair, they did allow her to stand in her favourite position without much disturbance aside from manhandling her tits and pussy.

But as soon as 30 seconds were over, they demanded that she open the door. They grabbed her roughly by the legs and tits and threw her on the sofa. Trying to buy some time, Jasmine cooed, "Get your pants off, you lot of strong men. Then give the cocks to me." She slid her fingers into her pussy to retrieve her wedding ring.

Needless to say, no work was done within the first two hours. However, a horny and busty naked Jasmine was well-done and covered in cum by the end of it all. It was a good gangbang, even if, despite her 3 orgasms, Jasmine would have been the last to admit it. Through her deep breaths, she said to the men almost pleadingly, "Can we get the job done now? Please, I'm really on a tight schedule.."

Ramirez inserted two fingers deep inside her wet and slimy pussy, before remarking, "Not so tight anymore, I think!"



He unceremoniously stuck his finger into Jasmine's mouth. She had no choice but to obediently suck his finger, which was covered in a mixture of cum from the workmen and her own, clean.

At least the men began their work while Jasmine cleaned herself off in the toilet. "I've just been fucked in my house by 5 strangers.." she tried to come to terms with how far she had fallen. Her mouth and pussy were very sore.

When she emerged, she realized, to her horror, that the job that Nicolette had arranged for was an extensive surveillance system all over her house. Pinhole cameras were being hidden in nooks and crevices, such that the entire house could be observed. Sighing, she did not bother speaking to the men and tried to ignore their comments about "THEIR well-used fucktoy". Of course, she had to remain naked per Nicolette's instructions and the men enjoyed the view.

She proceeded to the next step of her instructions. She had planned to complete it when she first reached home, before the workmen (now, "camera-men", as she realized) had arrived. But, since she had been late, she had to do it now. She removed all her old clothes from the wardrobe, beginning with underwear and ending with her sexy work clothes - sexy by normal standards, but pale in comparison to the whore attire that she had purchased today. All were packed into boxes for disposal. It took longer than she expected, but frequent spanks on her tanned ass were enough to distract her from mourning about throwing away her clothes. Having to stop and pose in her favourite position for the men to take pictures of her completely naked form was also disruptive.

Nicolette wanted her to replace her clothes with her new purchases - "sluttire", as the brunette had called it with a laugh. Jasmine realized that, between rushing to the workmen's van like a crazed woman and being fucked like a cheap whore, she had left her new apparel in the car. Sighing, she picked up the red dress that one of the men had "kindly" brought in and cast aside on the floor, and walked towards the main door.

"LOOK GUYS. The kinky slut is going out naked again!" Jerri shouted loudly.

The evening breeze whistled past her as Jasmine stepped out on the porch and a fresh wave of humiliation washed over her naked body. She felt relieved that she could finally put on clothes again, even if it was just the slutty dress and heels.

It was just as well that her new purchases were small and skimpy, and hence lightweight. But, perched on her extremely high heels, Jasmine decided to make two trips. She first carried the box containing her "white outfit" and new make-up to the doorstep. However, she paused at the doorway, groaning softly, realizing that she had to strip naked if she was to bring the first batch of items into the house. She decided to set the things down on the porch and grab the rest before entering.

Naturally, the workmen on the first floor got to witness the sight of the busty Jasmine stripping naked and posing in her favourite position on the door step again. Jasmine almost rolled her eyes as they rushed forward like teenage boys to take pictures with the exhibitionist in the erotic position. Of course, her big tits were squeezed and shaved pussy stroked, and everything was photographed for posterity.

After 30 seconds, she walked into the house, dumping the box and bags near the front door. The workmen, laughing at "their kinky blonde tart", continued their work as Jasmine refilled her wardrobes on the second floor with her sluttire. Passing by her shoe cabinet on the first floor, she remembered Nicolette's instructions and added her old shoes to the boxes that were marked "For Disposal", replacing them with the two pairs of slut-heels that she had just received today. Nicolette had told her to take everything out, except for a pair of sports shoes, and she obeyed.

Shortly after she was done, Ramirez called out to her, "Slut, we're done."

Jasmine took a brief look at the ceiling and walls. They had done a good job, she figured, as she could not see where the cameras were any longer. She was actually half-hoping that Nicolette had just sent them to fuck her, and the surveillance was just a muse.

"Uh. Ok. How much will that be?" the naked blonde asked.

"Well.. $4,500 for the system and wiring. And say.. $1000 for using our cocks. EACH. So that will be $9,500 in total." Ramirez sneered.

Jasmine gasped. What a scam! The tools were actually trying to charge HER for fucking her.

Yet, defeated, she replied, "Alright, alright.." It was hard to negotiate when she were naked and standing with her legs a foot apart, with 5 pairs of eyes boring deep into her voluptuous tits and smooth pussy. Sighing, she signed off on a cheque and handed it to the man.

Thinking they were about to leave, she turned around and was about to go upstairs and get the things she needed for her next stop. She was supposed to have been there at 5:30pm, and it was already 6.

Suddenly, she was faced with 3 muscular men. Quick footsteps behind her told her that the other 2 were surrounding her from the back.

Trying to assume any kind of poise was hard when her naked body was completely exposed, and Jasmine stammered, "Wha.. What's going on? What do you want?"

"Get on your knees, you horny bitch. You're going to suck our cocks one more time." Jerri rasped assertively.

Of course, Jasmine had no choice. She was soon faced with 5 already stiff cocks as she knelt down like a cheap slut. She tried to service 3 at once, one in her mouth and one in each hand. After a few minutes, she heard one of the men order, "Get your cunt up. We want to fuck you on your bed."

Jasmine didn't even bother protesting. She got up slowly, and, still holding a cock in each hand, walked swiftly up the stairs to her room. It was certainly a sight to behold, a naked beauty leading 5 horny men to her bedroom. The fact that she was leading 2 of the men using their cocks made it seem as though SHE was the one demanding a good hard fucking, further emphasizing the erotic scene.

The moment they were in the bedroom, she was quickly thrown on the bed.

An hour later, a completely naked Jasmine, her face covered in fresh cum and even more leaking out from her well-used pussy, waved goodbye to the workmen's van. They had ordered her to stand in the doorway and wave to them.

Jasmine knew that Owen was working late today, but it was almost 8 and "late" meant that he would be back soon. Resigned, she knew that she would not be able to make it to her last stop for the day, and decided to face the music from Nicolette the next day. She hurried up the stairs, realizing to her horror that there were a few cum drops on the floor, possibly from her leaking pussy. Even worse, her bed was slightly wet from sweat and cum.

She pondered the situation for a moment, then reached for her phone and gave Owen a call. "Hey baby," she cooed, "Are you on your way home? Do you mind picking up a roast chicken from that place I like at the mall for me? Yes, I got home early and I have a surprise for you. See you in a bit baby."

Owen had just left the workplace, and his having to pick up the food would give her about an hour more, she calculated. Barely enough time. She hastily washed up in the bathroom. She wished she would have time to have a proper shower, but did her best to wash out her used and cum-filled pussy as well as scrubbed her face clean of cum. She brushed her teeth thoroughly hoping that the salty smell would be covered up. Then, she hurried to the bedroom and changed the sheets and blankets. She had just picked up the mop when she heard the familiar sound of Owen's car in the driveway.

Jasmine sprinted down the stairs, her big tits flopping noisily. She latched the door from the inside and waited for Owen to walk up to the porch.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I'm trying to move something about, and its currently blocking our door. Could you give me a couple of minutes? Maybe you could take a look at the utilities meter in the garage that's been wonky recently?" she used the first excuse that came to mind.

"Sure, baby. Don't worry about it. But if you need me to help you, I can always come in from the back!"

"No!! No!!" Jasmine replied, before forcing herself to sound calm, "No, it's fine. See you in a bit!"

She hurriedly gave the floor a quick mop, before rushing to the bathroom again to wipe off the slight sheen of sweat that covered her naked body. Then, she applied a thin coat of FUCKME RED on her lips.

Owen was greeted at the doorway by the sight of his beautiful wife, completely naked. The lights were turned off, and she sultrily rubbed his forearm, pulling him in.

"I got home early today.. Showered.." Jasmine brought Owen's hands to her big tits, "Shaved.." - dragged his fingers over her smooth pussy - "and then cleaned up our place like a good maid.. Now.. I think it's time for you to treat me like one.." she finished.

Owen loved his wife, and most of all, she was an extremely good fuck. That night, she seemed a little more physically sensitive than usual, sometimes gasping aloud when he squeezed her big tits or rubbed her pussy roughly. Well, she had always liked it rough, he reasoned, and thought nothing of it.

Jasmine faked a loud orgasm that night, but the feeling of her husband's warm seed spurting into her pussy made her feel slightly less dirty, as though the mixture of 5 different workmen's cum from just over an hour ago was being washed out.

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Chapter 4: Job Interview

"You ungrateful fucking slut!!" Nicolette shouted at the naked Jasmine.

It was the next morning, and Jasmine had arrived at Nicolette's office at 6am as ordered. Of course, while she had only come into work at 8, which meant that the naked Jasmine had been posing in her favourite position in front of the windows for close to 2 hours.

"Nicolette, I'm sorry... I didn't have enough time after... After..." Jasmine began.

"After what?" Nicolette continued shouting, feigning ignorance.

"After... I fucked the men who installed the cameras..." Jasmine replied, blushing.

"What do you mean you didn't have enough time? So are you saying that they just finished fucking your slut cunt at 6am this morning? So when Owen got home he could enjoy the sight of his adulterous whore of a wife being fucked through the night by 5 strangers?" Nicolette shot back.

"No, ma'am. I mean... I had to clean up... Cum was everywhere..." Jasmine whispered softly.

"I specifically arranged for an interview at 5:30pm. I called in a favour for you, even though you are a worthless slut and you should be working the corner. I was trying to help you get a proper job in this company!" Nicolette said, trying to hide her smile.

"Nicolette... ma'am... I'm sorry... I already rushed all over the city yesterday... I got everything you wanted from the clothing shop and the rest of the places... I just didn't have enough time because... because... I got fucked twice in the afternoon by the 'camera crew'..." Jasmine explained, completely humiliated.

Nicolette, of course, was aware of everything that had happened, and not simply due to the surveillance that she now had over Jasmine's home. She had known from the beginning that it would be hard to complete all the assigned tasks from the day before, even without taking into consideration the workmen's considerable stamina. She admired the sight of her former rival and current slave, completely naked and vulnerable.

"Well, unfortunately, you are a useless slut. Luckily for you, I am kind. But you will, of course, be punished for this. From now on, you will always be naked when you are in your car. Footwear is fine, which means you can keep your slut-heels on. But before you get in, I want you to strip off the dress. Are we clear?"

"Yes, ma'am..." Jasmine replied, horrified.

"Repeat what I just said."

"I will be naked in the car..." Jasmine whispered.

"Good. Now, because I am also forgiving, I have arranged for another interview session for you today. Same address as before. Make sure you get there before 9. Now get your slut cunt out of my office and get driving. And remember the new rule." Nicolette shooed her slave away, who quickly slipped on her slutty white spaghetti-strapped dress and matching heels.

"AND. You'd better get the job. Or else..." Nicolette said menacingly.

Anyone in the underground carpark of the building would have seen the wonderful sight of a beautiful Jasmine swiftly slipping off her slutty dress before hurriedly climbing into her car, completely naked.

Jasmine barely made it to the small warehouse-like building by 9. In actual fact, she had no idea what job Nicolette had arranged for her to be interviewed for, simply that it was related to Stuls. Sighing, she turned off the ignition and got out of the car. Blushing, she realized that her legs parted wide and her pussy flashed openly pink to anyone who cared to look. Luckily, there were no other cars parked in the alleyway behind the warehouse and she quickly slipped on the white dress again. She carried her documents in her hand, before knocking on the small door on the side, labelled "Office".

"Come in." came a gruff voice replied.

Jasmine entered the tiny room, and was faced with a middle-aged Asian man glaring at her.

"No, I'm not interested." he replied simply, eyeing up her slutty attire and curvy body.

"Wha... No. I'm here for a job interview!" Jasmine replied, confused.

"We don't do that kind of jobs here." the man said, frowning.

"Um. Sluts Corp sent me. My... boss..." Jasmine winced at the thought of referring to Nicolette as her boss, but continued, "My boss said that I was to come here for an interview for a position. I was supposed to be here at 5:30pm yesterday but it was rescheduled to today."

"Oh, I see." the man suddenly curled his mouth up in a sneer, "Yes. From Ms Nicolette."

Jasmine nodded.

"Well, in that case, you can wait in the meeting room. I will be with you shortly." he gestured towards a door.

Jasmine thanked the man and headed into the room. To her disgust, the 'meeting room' seemed to be barely anything more than a broom closet. There was a tiny stool on the floor, which she sat her belongings on. She looked around at the cleaning supplies all around the 'room'.

A few minutes later, the man joined her in the room. The room was so small that they had to stand close together, only an arms-length apart.

"I am Hong. So, why do you think you deserve the job? And what's all this?" he asked her, pointing at her things on the stool while blatantly admiring her dress stretched tight over her braless chest. Jasmine knew her brown nipples could be seen through the flimsy cloth.

"Sir, these are my qualifications and supporting documents. There's my original degree certificate, my MBA, my resume and the like..." she tailed off as the man picked up the file and flipped through it.

"I see." he said, simply.

"The thing is, because you missed the interview yesterday, you're already at a disadvantage. And because the job in question is so popular, we have to do a practical examination of your skills. Follow me." he continued, and gestured for her to follow him, handing her the file.

"Yes, sir." she replied, feeling somewhat proud that she was about to be interviewed for an in-demand job.

They entered the main room of the warehouse, a huge hangar-like enclosed space. Again, cleaning supplies were messily stocked around the room.

"Now, strip." Hong ordered curtly.

Jasmine groaned. More sex, she thought. Well, as long as she got the job and Nicolette didn't have an excuse to do anything worse to her, that was fine, she figured.

"Yes, sir." Jasmine was soon naked and barefoot. She did not even bother covering up her tits and pussy, as the Asian man admired her naked form.

"Now take the documents you brought, and put them in a single stack on this table." Hong continued.

Confused, Jasmine obeyed. Naked, she gathered the documentation of her professional qualifications etc. and placed them on a neat stack on the table.

"Tear them up slowly into small pieces and throw the pieces into this circle." he gestured towards a small yellow circle on the ground.

"WHAT?" Jasmine asked, horrified.

"YOU HEARD ME, YOU STUPID NAKED BITCH. TEAR THEM UP. SMALL PIECES. NOW. " he suddenly shouted at her.

Humiliated, the busty naked Jasmine had no choice but to slowly reach for her degree certificates and begin to destroy them. Soon, they were reduced to a pile of junk paper on the floor. Jasmine could feel tears welling up in her eyes, a fact that seemed to be deeply enjoyed by the watching man.

"Now," he handed her a lighter, "Set fire to the pile of useless shit."

"Yes, sir..." she replied, sighing.

The naked bombshell proceeded to burn her precious certificates.

"Rub your pussy while it burns. If your hairless slit is not twitching in orgasm before the fire goes out, you'll have failed the interview." Hong ordered.

Stunned, Jasmine did not do anything for a few seconds. The man proceeded to spank her tanned ass hard, which got the naked Jasmine moving. Just as she was reaching for her clit with her right hand, the door opened and a black man walked in. Jasmine instinctively covered up her tits and pussy, a beautiful shocked look on her face.

"Hey boss... Wha..." his jaw dropped as he saw the cowering naked Jasmine standing beside the small pile of burning paper.

"Oh yeah, don't mind the slut. What's up, Tom?" Hong asked.

"It's the delivery from Sluts. Where do you want me to hang it up?" Tom replied.

"HEY YOU, DUMB CUNT. DID YOU FORGET WHAT I SAID? IF YOU DON'T CUM BEFORE THE FIRE GOES OUT, YOU MIGHT AS WELL GET THE FUCK OUT NOW." the Asian shouted at her.

Of course, Tom had a good laugh as the powerless and vulnerable Jasmine slowly reached for her clit and begun to stimulate herself in circles, in full view of the two watching and amused men.

To add to Jasmine's humiliation, she soon realized that the two men were hanging up a full-sized, high-definition picture of her in her favourite position. The background was recognizable as Nicolette's office, but her busty body took up most of the picture. She seemed happy to be completely naked, posing erotically while gazing out of the full-body length windows of Nicolette's office, as though she was without a care in the world and hoping for someone to look in and admire her naked charms.







It made things worse that she was extremely horny. Her right hand diddling between her tanned thighs, fingers drawing circles around her clit in rapidly quickening strokes, Jasmine used her left to twiddle and pinch her nipples. It was an undeniably twisted scene, a huge picture of a naked busty slut posing in her favourite position, the same once-proud Jasmine masturbating furiously, and her professional certificates in flames nearby. She could see "First Class" on a tiny piece of paper that was turning to ash, her pussy throbbing and practically oozing translucent female lubricant.



Jasmine came before the fire went out. Tom and Hong applauded as she continued taking deep breaths, completely humiliated and feeling worthless.

"Now, clean up the mess." Hong ordered.

Jasmine silently swept up the ashes of her certificates, still panting slightly from the masturbation.

"Congratulations, slut. You got the job. You are now Sluts Corporation's newest Toilet Cleaner!"

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nice story TS! please share more updates soon.

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Thanks so much for sharing this nice story, camping here for more updates. :)

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Chapter 5: New Name and Rack

"Ma'am, please. My in-laws are coming over. It's just one night!" the poor Jasmine, who had just a few weeks ago been Clean Investment's youngest Junior Partner (now Sluts Corporation's Toilet Cleaner) begged.

Nicolette enjoyed the sight of the busty Jasmine on her knees, naked as the day she was born.

"No. If you keep pestering me, I will arrange for 'appointments' throughout the night, ALL OVER THE CITY, and you won't even be able to be home." the evil Nicolette replied, grinning.

Jasmine was settling in "nicely" - in Nicolette's opinion, of course - to her new role in the company. Or, at least, to her new place in life, which was Nicolette's slave. She didn't actually do much cleaning of the toilet, or cleaning at all, since they actually had proper people to do it for the company. Jasmine was only paid 2 dollars an hour, of which 99% was paid to Nicolette as a "referral fee" for introducing her to her job. As long as Nicolette kept raking in the commissions for the company, upper management really didn't care how she did her job. Even more so when they could enjoy Jasmine's naked treats whenever they wanted to. Most of the time, at least one Director would use Jasmine every week. It was degrading enough for Jasmine to be fucked by the men, but, for some reason, even more so when she was humiliated by the women. It was almost as though their seniority and sex further reinforced how worthless and low she was. Things were kept nicely under wraps; the less people knew, the longer they could continue enjoying her naked delights. In addition, Nicolette had not shied away from using Jasmine's charms to sweeten the deals with her clients at all. All-in-all, a win for everyone, except the humiliated naked blonde slave.

That particular naked blonde was currently in the midst of begging Nicolette to "waive" her no-clothes-at-home rule for the night. Owen's parents were in town and would be flying home the next morning, and Owen had arranged for a dinner that night. Jasmine had tried to encourage him to arrange for a dinner outside, but he insisted on having it at home as he did not want to stress the couple out ahead of their flight early next morning. Of course, this meant that Jasmine was in a tough predicament. Being naked at home with Owen was almost completely fine, even if he always frowned at his beautiful wife getting naked on the porch or sunbathing naked in the backyard on Sundays. She could always appease him with a good fuck or a, "Even if people see, only you get to touch. And only you get to..." while dragging his hands to her tits.

That being said, things were getting rather strained between the two, not least due to Nicolette's frequent arrangements of "client meetings" in the night for Jasmine. Owen knew that Jasmine was now working for Sluts, but he had assumed that she had taken on a similar position to her previous job. He understood that she would frequently be working late, but Jasmine was occasionally forced to leave the house for those "meetings" in the middle of the night. The fact that she would slide out of bed completely naked before dressing on the front porch - which he had personally observed a number of times - made things worse. When questioned about it, however, Jasmine always laughed it off, joking that no one would see her anyway. More importantly, she would emphasize that these were important meetings that she had to get to and she really needed to seal these deals. In any case, as Jasmine was not oblivious to Owen's growing disapproval, she had not pressed him too much about changing the location of the dinner with his parents.

"Ma'am, but... But I can't attend the dinner naked. I mean, they're Owen's parents!!" the kneeling blonde continued begging.

"Alright, alright... You can wear clothes..." Nicolette began.

Jasmine suddenly felt immensely grateful to her tormentor, but then scolded herself for actually feeling thankful that she was allowed the "privilege" of clothes in her own home. She got to her feet and posed in her favourite position, saying, "Thank you, ma'am...".

"AND. Do let the good father and mother watch the video that will be in the mailbox! You know, 'Desperate Bitchy Wife'?" Nicolette continued.

Jasmine's heart sank. Desperate Bitchy Wife was a compilation of her getting fucked IN HER OWN HOME. It began with her getting fucked by Owen, which was, of course, continuously recorded by the numerous cameras around the house. But then, the scene because more and more adulterous, including, among other gangbangs, her group-fucking the workmen who had set up the camera system. Nicolette had particularly liked the part where she led the "cameramen" to her room while holding on to their cocks, and had ordered her to do the same in the future whenever she was fucked at home by random men. Nicolette had only arranged for this "home-fucking" to take place when Owen was out. For now. In any case, Desperate Bitchy Wife told a salacious tale of an insatiable Jasmine fucktoy who was not satisfied with her husband's cock and loved being fucked in her own bed by other men.

"No... Please... I just..." Jasmine began, sobbing.

"This will be the last I hear of it. The naked rule remains." Nicolette said simply.

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Jasmine had no choice but to pretend to be sick that night. Owen entertained his parents downstairs while she remained locked in their bedroom. Then came the call from her blackmailer, who had obviously been observing her through the cameras.

"How is my favourite slave?" Nicolette teased.

"I feel terrible, Nico... Ma'am... My husband is downstairs with his parents and I'm naked here... They probably think I'm a horrible wife... And I'm so hungry... I haven't eaten since lunch..." Jasmine replied softly, sobbing.

"Oh, it's funny you should mention that. See, I've arranged for a food delivery to your place. Better be DOWN to pick it up in a couple of minutes!" Nicolette laughed.

"NOOO ma'am, I can't. I'm naked!!" Jasmine gasped.

"Well..." Nicolette replied, obviously amused, "Fine. Stay in your room like a good naked slut. No need to answer the door, but your food will be coming to you."

"What do you mean, ma'am? How will the food come to me?" Jasmine asked, confused.

"You'll know it when you see it. And, to help you 'see it', I want you to keep the curtains open. Now, go." Nicolette ordered.

The subservient Jasmine had no choice but to open up the curtains. Anyone looking in would be able to see her beautiful topless form even though the ledge shielded her bottom half.

"Well, get away from the window, you dumb exhibitionist! Do you really like the idea of your whorish naked body being seen by random strangers?" Nicolette laughed.

"Yes, ma'am." Jasmine hissed, wishing she could punch the cruel woman.

"Now, lie on your bed. Legs pointed towards the window. Then, spread your legs wide. Like a split!" Nicolette continued.

Jasmine obediently assumed the humiliating position, knowing full well that Nicolette was watching her. Her bald pussy was spread wide open in full view of the window. She felt completely exposed.

"Dip a finger into that slutty cunt. Are you wet?" Nicolette asked crudely.

"Yes, ma'am..." Jasmine whispered, embarrassed. She was obviously juicing.

"Of course you are. You just love being my slave, don't you?" Nicolette said, before proceeding to give the poor Jasmine her orders for the night.

After putting down the phone, Jasmine diddled her clit slowly, as Nicolette had ordered. She was extremely horny, her clit swollen and angry red as her fingers drew expert circles around her stiff bud. Nicolette had told her that she was to finger herself intermittently, and she would be lying if she said she did not enjoy spreading the wetness from her moist pink hole all over her smooth nether region. The sluttiness of her actions just served to make her more and more horny. Two fingers became three as she masturbated, breathing hard, wishing she could get herself to orgasm before...

But 5 minutes were up. She was to pause for 2 minutes, before another 5 minutes of playing with herself again.

During the 2 minutes of "cooling off", to prevent her from "thinking with her clit" - as Nicolette had put it - Jasmine assumed an inverted T-shaped position. Her arms were stretched high above her head, thrusting her big tits out on the bed, and her legs remaining spread wide in a split.

She began to recite the humiliating words that Nicolette had made her memorize, in a dumb whiney-bimbo voice with plenty of giggles.

"Oh my god... So, like, today, I was so horny. But, my useless husband needed to meet his parents. I mean, like, I was completely naked, told him he could use my fuckholes any way he wanted, but he said no. What a loser. Like, I just needed a hard fuck. Thought about going to the club, no underwear as usual, maybe I could pick up a bunch of nice strong men to satisfy me. But, urrgh... Having to put on clothes... I hate clothes. Like, I love the idea of my naked body being public property. So... here I am, like, wanking my juicy cunt in bed. Douche and parents are downstairs. Thinking of being spread naked on the table while they eat out of my wet pussy makes me so horny. Maybe they can use my slutjuice as a dipping sauce. Do you think I can be double-penetrated and eat pussy at the same time? Stick a cucumber in me... Oh my god... I need cock!!"

The worst part was that, having been forced to stop playing with herself just as she was so close to orgasm over and over again, Jasmine was extremely horny and was almost ready to run down the stairs, completely naked, and drag Owen into the room for a rough fucking. Her sexed-up brain was in overdrive even though all her blood was clearly flowing to her pink pussy. Jasmine wondered if Nicolette was trying to drive her crazy through the orgasm denial; she was losing the self-control to stop her masturbation after ten rounds of clit-rubbing and "cooling off".

Suddenly, there was a sharp rap on the windows shortly after Jasmine had begun on her eleventh round of pussy-diddling. The poor Jasmine gave an audible yelp, slapping her hand over her shaved pussy and abruptly closing her legs, heart pumping quick from shock and arousal.

There was a man on the roof, outside the window, staring directly at her playing with her pussy! If this was part of the plan, Nicolette certainly hadn't told her about it, and Jasmine was horrified. She had been so lost in her horniness that she had no idea how long he had been there. He gestured for her to open the windows.

Jasmine paused for a second, unsure what to do. If this was Nicolette's doing, she had no choice, of course. But if this was not planned by Nicolette, she wasn't sure what the man would do after discovering the wonderful sight of the naked and horny Jasmine playing with herself right in front of the window. She sighed, before opening the window slowly, and he climbed in.

In the bright light of her bedroom, Jasmine finally got a good look at the stranger. He was a handsome man, shaven head but bearded, rugged and muscular. Jasmine could feel the heat building up all over her tanned skin as she looked up at his 6 ft 6 frame, his eyes clearly admiring her completely naked and barefoot form as she stood there exposed and vulnerable. It didn't take long for her to figure out why he was here.

"Nic said that you would be expecting dinner." he said simply, "Oh, and, you're allowed to cum now."

The poor oversexed Jasmine did not have to be asked twice. Jasmine immediately dropped to her knees and roughly pulled down his trousers. His cock was already hard, 9-inch long and veiny. One hand between her legs, rubbing her dripping wet cunt furiously, Jasmine began to suck the man's dick as though her life depended on it.



After a minute or so, the man pinched her nipples, using her erect teats to pull her to her feet. Confused, Jasmine allowed herself to be led, using her nipples, to just beside the door, before being roughly shoved back down on the floor to continue her sloppy blowjobs and pussy rubbing. Somewhere in her drained mind, it registered that he had a tiny earpiece in his ear and she figured that Nicolette was probably orchestrating the entire twisted scene. Yet, all Jasmine wanted was relief for her juicy cunt and for the hard cock in her mouth to reward her with warm cum.

Apparently, she had been shifted near the door because the concerned mother in-law was on her way up. She knocked, but of course the naked Jasmine refused to open the door. The man's stiff erection was still between her succulent lips as she continued sucking him off, trying to keep it quiet.

"Sweetie, it's me. We thought we heard a scream. Is everything alright?" came the mother-in-law's voice.

"Mmph." Jasmine replied, not breaking rhythm, "UMMPH...MMHMMP."

"We are going to have a drink before we leave... Would you care to join us for a bit? We'd really like to see you!"

This made Jasmine pause, allowing the dick to slide out from her mouth. Using the middle and index finger of her right hand to continue rubbing her clit, she held the cock in her left, softly licking the tip like a tasty lollipop while she pondered the situation. It was a mistake, because the man immediately pulled her to her feet using her nipples again, before hissing in her ear, "Cowgirl, NOW. And you better keep yourself riding. Or, I'll open the door."

"AH, YES!" Jasmine uttered as the hard cock slid all the way into her moist cunt.

"Oh, great, love! We'll see you in a bit downstairs, then?"

"No, NOOO. I want to cumm but I can't cummm... down... I don't want to spread this wetness... I mean... Sickness... To you and your HARD-band... I mean... Husband." it was almost too much for the horny Jasmine to handle, trying to reply in a fake-hoarse voice while riding the man's dick like a possessed cowgirl, going deep but trying her best to avoid the slapping noise of naked skin.

The conversation actually lasted for a minute or so, but to Jasmine, fucking a stranger like a crazed slut while speaking to her mother-in-law, it felt like forever. It took all her willpower to control her orgasm until she could hear the disappointed footsteps of the middle aged lady descending the staircase.

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great story, enjoy reading it. look forward to your next update TS.

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The next morning, Nicolette had demanded that Jasmine tell her the story from the night before while rubbing her clit. Nicolette had a good laugh at the painful recount, before calling Cindy in and asking Jasmine to repeat the story while the two young women watched the naked bombshell masturbate. They were particularly amused when Jasmine reached the heartbreaking part about Owen returning from the airport in a rage, screaming at the poor (and as usual, naked) Jasmine, "I don't get how you could be so disrespectful. They are my parents! It was just one night, you could at least have given me face and appeared. Just APPEARED!".

"Owen seems like such a decent and nice man... Don't you just feel for the poor soul? I mean, having to be married to such a disrespectful slut. She would rather fuck strangers than attend a dinner with his parents!" Cindy commented.

It was hard for the naked Jasmine to reply when she was in the midst of rubbing her swollen clit. Still, she felt a pang of humiliation at being referred to so crudely and her adulterous acts spoken about. The indignation of being cast as a lousy wife also hurt her. She would have liked to see the dumb secretary appear in front of her in-laws naked!



"Well, anyway," Nicolette said after the two women had a good laugh at Jasmine's expense, "I have made a number of arrangements for you for the next couple of days. Legal and medical stuff, nothing very significant. But I want you to pay attention so stop playing with yourself, you kinky slut."

"Yes, ma'am." Jasmine obediently stopped, her aroused pussy plainly pink and moist, clit clearly swollen. She stood in her favourite position. Of course, being naked and having just stopped masturbating, poor Jasmine felt exposed and vulnerable in the position as usual, her fingers still visibly wet from her own juice.

"Firstly, you'll be getting a new, proper name. 'Jasmine' is a cheap slut name. I've been kind enough to fill out the e-form for you and submitted it. All you have to do is go down tomorrow and get the certification done." Nicolette said.

"WHAT?" Jasmine replied, shocked, "What do you mean, a new name. Like, officially?"

"Oh my, it's the hair isn't it..." Nicolette laughed, "Yes, dumb slut. A spanking new, legal name. Fitting for a woman of your class. Not like 'JASMINE', which is well... Yuck."

"What is my new name?" Jasmine asked softly, knowing how stupid she sounded.

"It's a surprise! I think you'll like it. Anyway, they'll make the necessary changes to your ID on the day itself. All you have to do is sign the declaration tomorrow and hand them your ID card. And your new name will be official! Your appointment is at 9am tomorrow." Nicolette continued.

"Um... Alright... But please, ma'am... Don't change my name to 'slut' or something like that..." Jasmine begged.

"The more you question me, the more likely THAT is to happen, ok?" Nicolette answered, pretending to be annoyed.

"Yes, ma'am..."

"Now. Where do you have to be at 9am tomorrow, and why?"

"I will be at the Immigration Office to certify my name change and get my ID card corrected..." Jasmine replied, humiliated.

"Good. Now, I'm not sure how efficient the people are at the Immigration Office. But your next appointment is at Pamper Clinic at 5pm. I hope that you make it in time. If not, you'll be punished of course." Nicolette continued.

"Ok, ma'am. But why am I visiting Pamper Clinic?" Jasmine asked, confused. Pamper Clinic was an extremely well-known, up-market plastic surgery clinic. It was right in the heart of downtown, only a few blocks down the street from Sluts Corp in fact.

"YOU WILL BE GETTING A BOOB JOB!!" Nicolette replied gleefully, watching the look of utter horror appear on the mortified Jasmine's face.

"Why a boob job?!" Jasmine cried, "I don't need a boob job, my tits are already 36DDD like I told you... Please ma'am... I don't want to get implants..."



"I know your tits are big and you are proud of them. I've always known that. The thing is, I want everyone to think that you're a dumb and FAKE bimbo. So, your tits will be bounced up to F. I know it's just a small increase. But everyone will know that you're a FAKE. Well, actually, 'F' for 'Fake'!" Nicolette mused.

"Please, ma'am... There's no point... It's a waste of money..." Jasmine begged.

"Like I said, you're going for it. Whether or not you want to, or think there's a point to it, I don't really care. I WANT YOU TO. And that's all that matters." Nicolette said curtly.

"But... It's expensive... And now I don't earn much..." Jasmine said.

"Oh, yes. I forgot. You earn, what, 2 cents an hour now? Well, can't blame society for neglecting you when you are just dumb and useless. Aside from being used for sexual pleasure I guess. But... Sex toys can serve the same purpose. And a dumb bimbo STILL has to be taught how to behave properly." Nicolette laughed, "ANYWAY. To help you, I've sold your car. Yes, slut. That car that was parked in the basement below. It was towed away by the buyer an hour ago."

Jasmine was horrified. "Ma'am, my belongings are in that car. Owen bought me that car!!"



"Oh. I don't really care. You can explain to Owen that you needed to sell the car to get a new set of FAKE tits. As for your slut-longings, they are left at the reception in our lobby." Nicolette grinned widely as Jasmine burst into tears.

"Ma'am... Please... I don't know how to explain it to Owen... He's going to hate me... I can't tell him that I sold the car for a boob job..." Jasmine cried.

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Many thanks for sharing this story, it's a nice read and certainly look forward to more updates.

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"That's not my problem. Tell him, don't tell him - that's up to you. I mean, you don't have to tell him about the boob job either. Maybe he won't notice since your tits are already huge. Or maybe he will. He's a tit-person from what I've seen from the cameras anyway..." Nicolette said. Cindy seemed particularly interested.

"My old clothes are still in the car... The boxes that you told me to keep in the car..." Jasmine sobbed.

"Oh yes. Those. I've made alternative arrangements for those. Be grateful that I didn't ask you to carry them to the dumpster completely naked." Nicolette replied simply.

"Your surgery will be paid for using the proceeds of sale of the car. But whatever else needs to be paid, you better find a way to foot the bill. Or, well, I might be forced to sell some homemade porn videos to make up for the shortfall..." Nicolette continued, to which Jasmine's tearful eyes widened further in horror.

"Actually, I'm doing YOU a kindness. Now, you don't have to drive naked since you don't have a car! You better thank me for that." Nicolette said menacingly.

"Thank... Thank you for allowing me to not drive naked... ma'am..." Jasmine whispered through her tears, to the amusement of Nicolette and Cindy.

"Which, of course, means you will have to take the public transport in the future. Bus, metro, or whatever suits you. Feel free to hitch a COCKRIDE if you have to." Nicolette continued gleefully.



"Yes, ma'am..." the naked Jasmine replied.

"Something important too. The surgery is scheduled to take place tomorrow evening. The doctor has informed me that you will have to stay in the hospital for a minimum of 2 days for observation. Because I have plans for my favourite bimbo slave, I have arranged for a stay of 5 days. I don't know about you, but I probably would want to tell Owen about this, whatever your excuse is." Nicolette said.

Jasmine wasn't sure how to break the news to Owen, telling him that she would not be coming home for a few nights, especially after the quarrel the night before. She was about to ask why she needed to stay in the hospital for 5 days when the minimum was 2, but Nicolette happily continued, "Yes, I mean... You were so disrespectful last night. How would be react to his slut wife getting a boob job 2 days after she missed a dinner with his parents for being 'sick'... Ahem... A SLUT?"

To which, Cindy excitedly added, "Yes, poor Owen. He really needs a proper woman in his life instead of a cum bank..."



"So tell me, slut. What will be changing in your life tomorrow, courtesy of the best slave-owner ever?" Nicolette asked the naked woman. She absentmindedly stroked Jasmine's shaved pussy for a few seconds as the hapless Jasmine stood in her favourite position.

"I... I... I will be getting a new... Name... and... Name and... Rack..." the poor slave replied.

The rest of the morning was spent deciding on how the screenplay of Desperate Bitchy Wife 2 should begin. Cindy suggested that it should begin with the conversation between Jasmine and Owen's mother in a split screen, one half showing the latter on one side of the door, clearly concerned about her daughter-in-law, and the other half showing the adulterous slave whore riding the stranger's cock like a slut in heat and attempting to reply, stuttering and evidently horny. Nicolette, on the other hand, opined that the show should begin with Jasmine playing with her pussy on her bed, legs spread extremely wide while she masturbated and chastised her husband for choosing to have dinner with his parents instead of satisfying her needy cunt.



It made things worse that Jasmine was forced to partake actively in the conversation while frigging her bald pussy.

"Lousy and useless" suggestions such as, "Please, ma'am, I am not a pornstar!" were punished with hard and loud spanks on her tanned and curvy ass.

"Good" suggestions from the humiliated and defeated Jasmine - such as, "Yes, this will bring out how much of a whore I am, showing that I cannot wait to fuck a stranger even while talking to the mother" (in support of Cindy) or, "This will illustrate the 'desperate' and 'dumb bitch' part of Desperate Bitchy Wife" (in support of Nicolette) - were rewarded with the honour of kissing the feet of her tormentors or being allowed to lick off her own pussy juice from her fingers as a tasty treat.

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Nice share bro, please continue!

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nice story TS, shall wait here for more updates.

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this is a nice story!

setting up my tent here to wait for more. :)

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Very nice, support and camping... :D

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Chapter 6: Sexercise

To add to Jasmine's sex appeal, Nicolette required her to hit the gym 3 times a week, on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Predictably, she had to head to the gym straight after work, and this workout routine prevented her from having dinner, or even interacting, with Owen on those days.



It made things even worse that on the other two weekday nights, Jasmine was forced to pimp herself out in Chinatown. She was only allowed to charge $20 for a full fuck or $10 for a blowjob. Her low rates, not to mention her voluptuous body and skimpy attire even in comparison her fellow whores, meant that she was rather popular, but Nicolette had demanded that she earn at least $100 per night. In other words, she had to fuck at least 5 people before she could return home each night. Similar to her salary as an official toilet cleaner, Nicolette "kindly" allowed the poor Jasmine to keep 1% of the earnings, while demanding the rest as her "ownership fee".



Needless to say, Jasmine was spending very little time with Owen and their relationship had gotten even more strained. Of course, her silicone-enhanced tits were a frequent cause for quarrel, especially because Nicolette had ordered her to ALWAYS refer to her boobs as "fake tits" with a tonal emphasis on the "FAKE", regardless of the situation she was in.



A typical workout night would go like this. Nicolette allowed Jasmine to leave work at 6, and the bitchy bombshell would grab a quick bite along the way. Since Nicolette had sold Jasmine's car to pay for her boob job (another regular cause of conflict between the poor blonde and Owen), Jasmine had no choice but to take the bus to the gym. Luckily, there was a bus straight from Sluts' building to the mall. It was a short 30 minutes ride, but the bus was often crowded at the hour and it was hard to find a seat seats. This meant that Jasmine almost always had to stand. Squeezed into her extremely tight spaghetti-strapped dresses, she was a frequent prey for "accidental" brushes all over her body. It made things even worse that the tight dresses had already been one size too small for her curvy body prior to her boob job. Now, with her artificially enhanced and firm F cups, not to mention her complete lack of underwear, everyone could see her voluptuous body practically bursting to get released from the stretchy bodycon dresses.



Nicolette had intentionally ordered Jasmine to visit this particular gym because it was on the opposite side of town, a long way from the Jasmine's home. After countless molests and gropes, Jasmine would typically reach the mall by 7. She would immediately head to the washroom on the first floor as ordered, even though the gym was on the second. When she was in the washroom, Jasmine would change into either of the two Slutdrops that she had bought. She would generally alternate between the two when one was in the wash, as she really worked up a good sweat during her workout. Today, it was the silvery white Slutdrops. Similar to her dresses, the Slutdrops had already been one size too small when she had bought the skimpy slingshot-teardrop thong. Because of her new fake tits, the top portion was stretched taut over her nipples, covering them but barely any other part of her tits. And since the slingshot thong was a one-piece, this meant that the bottom portion was similarly stretched upwards to cope with her enhanced chest. In other words, the pussy portion dug even more into her pussy, and the ends of the "pussy-strap" vanished into her slit when she parted her legs. Jasmine was only to change into the pathetic excuse for a thong first, shoes were to be changed later.



The mall was typically deserted at this hour on a weekday, but Jasmine took the escalator up to the second floor as Nicolette did not allow her the "privilege" of the elevator. There were not many people about, but the busty Jasmine still felt extremely self-conscious as she climbed up practically naked.

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