Rina slept with vivid dreams that night, sexy dreams that were also scary dreams. Somewhere in the dark she woke up remembering her shocking activities in the bar and felt nauseous with shame. And then she realized that her hand had slipped down between her legs. She was unconsciously stroking her clit and rapidly climbing the mountain towards another shattering orgasm. And she couldn't stop herself. Afterwards she cried herself into a deep and dreamless sleep.
"Rise and shine, sleepy slut!" Joly stripped off the covers and smacked her roommate's bare ass. "I have let you sleep long enough. It's already 11 a.m. and I want my little maid to serve me breakfast...well, brunch now, I guess."
Rina blinked as the bright light of the late morning shone through the wide open blinds. "Right." she thought, "No privacy, no clothes, high heels and just serve out the penalty of this forfeited bet."
Joly was dressed in panties and a tee shirt that read "Bitch!" Rina had never seen it before. Hmmm.
The newly maid Mistress watched as Rina slipped off the bare mattress and into her heels. "How may I serve you, Joly?"
Joly tossed her the revealing cum stained 'fuck me' dress from the bar last night. "Get your ass down to the bakery and get us some chocolate and almond croissants, and then head over to the fruit store for some melon and berries. Then I want you back here making me a nice tray with a large latte."
"Dressed in this?"
"Sure! You are my slut, aren't you? You should look like a slut. Be glad I don't paint Joly's toy on your forehead in lipstick! Afterwards we are going shopping. If you think this little shopping jaunt risqué..." She left the image hanging sending a new shiver of fear through the apparently submissive roomie.
Rina shimmied into the stained lycra trying to impossibly stretch it into something more appropriate for grocery store wear. She looked in the mirror and gave her hair a quick brush, noticed the obvious stains on the dress and watched the flush of red rising over her upper chest and flooding her face. Part of her wanted to scream and run away. But another, more shadowy part, that part that came alive in her restless dreams, was triggering the arousal. Her nipples stiffened and her pussy began to moisten. Shaking her head she murmured, "You really are a shameful slut!"
Rina rang the bell for the elevator and heard another apartment door open. Her gay neighbour Stephen - the wicked bastard who had proposed this bet in the first place - emerged with his latest Grinder conquest from the night before.
"Oh lookie here! Here's the slut I was telling you about...the one who blew the guy in the bar naked for all to see. Guess her Mistress is still making her pay off the bet. Hi Rina...Hoooowww's it going? Ooooh, are those stains what I think they are? Tsk, tsk."
If possible, Rina's blush deepened further. The elevator doors opened and she dashed in. Stephen and his fuck buddy sauntered in behind her. The doors slid closed.
"Show us your pussy, sweetie," Stephen leered at her. Rina groaned, but did not move. Stephen pulled out his cell phone. "Shall I call Joly and make her give the order?"
With a sad sigh Rina pulled her dress above her hips closing her eyes.. "Oh, for that hesitation I think you need to take it off completely. There are alllwwaayys consequences, darling. Hurry, Now, the elevator is descending." Rina yanked off the dress, opened her eyes to see Stephen filming the whole episode. Just then the bell rang and the doors started to open. Thankfully there was no one in the lobby. "Gee, better get that back on, or everyone will know what a little harlot you are."
Rina pulled the dress over her head, but didn't notice that she didn't get it all the way over her ass. Anyone following would get a lovely view, especially if she bent over even slightly.
She scurried to the bakery two blocks away imaging that everyone looking at her and that every word she heard was directed at her. "Whoa," called one guy to his buddy backing up the car and she imagined it was because of her show. "Hey!" called a woman briskly to a passing cab, an the nervous girl thought she was being called out. Realizing her over-sensitivity she caught herself smiling.
One proper bakery girl gave her a disapproving look that set her nerves on edge, but another, a few feet away gave her a wink and a knowing smile. Rina found it mildly comforting. Maybe someone understood her predicament, but the fact that the girl suspected she was slut and approved made her nipples stiffen. In the fruit store she overheard a woman whisper in her ear, "Nice melons!" Rina nearly melted, but couldn't tell if that was shame, pride or arousal.
Back in her building she found the elevator mercifully empty. She slipped back into the apartment, threw off the now hated dress and moved into the kitchen to prepare the fruit, pastries and coffees.
When she was set, she went to look for Joly. "Ohmigod!" Joly was sitting on the balcony...the balcony that faced the apartments only 30 metres across the street, the balcony that had a glass front. There would be no cover, no privacy. If she took the tray out she would be on view in the shining sunlight. Her knees buckled and it took all of her ability to catch the tray before it fell.
She knew she had no choice. Taking a deep breath she slid the glass door open and stepped out, trying to look proud, but not quite managing it.
"Ah, brunch! Well done girl! Set it down and sit...now pull your chair right up the the glass, no hiding in the background. Sluts should be on display. That's right, now spread your legs and lace your fingers behind your head. Good girl! Stay like that for a minute or two before you eat."
Joly pulled out her rape whistle and blew it shrilly while waving a bright towel drawing attention to their balcony. Rina was horrified to see eyes turning her way...a few people pointed. One man across the way ran inside and got a set of binoculars. Rina wanted to run, wanted to die. Tears began to fill her eyes and through it all she could feel her body responding to the shame, to being on view, no...to be forced to be on view. She hated it! And she loved it!
"Alright, slut, you may enjoy your breakfast now. And let me tell you about the rest of the day. First we are going to bathe...well, you will be bathing me, because I smell like a three dollar whore after a busy night. I bet you're even worse, my cum covered lovely.
"After that, well you need some new slut clothes so we're going shopping, and then I think we need to go to a toy store. That should be a pretty full day."
Joly stood up and leaned over her friend's chair reaching down and twisting her nipples. She heard a faint cheer coming from the building across the street.. "And you can expect to to be showing that sweet body off and even playing all the time we're out. I've only got you for three more days and I plan to make the most of it. And I will be enjoying getting more footage for the Rina Slut highlight reel."
A tear escaped and rolled down her cheek, more from shame than from the pain in her nipples. "Yes, Mistress, whatever you wish, Mistress."
"No slut, whatever I demand. Now come and bathe me."
Dishes cleared she met Joly in the bathroom with its party sized shower. Joly held out her arms and waited for her slave to strip off her clothes. Rina got the shower going and set it to a steamy level. She held the door for her Mistress. Joly started rinsing herself. "Okay, start playing with your pussy. I want you on edge all day, so you will be frigging yourself a lot. I let you have a glorious orgasm last night and I know you snuck another one in the middle of the night. You just don't come quietly, sweetie. You never have. "So you won't be coming, will you???"
"No, Joly," said the girl, not at all comfortable masturbating in front of her friend.
When ordered she washed Joly's hair and conditioned it and then slowly soaped her body. She lathered her back and then pressed her breasts against her friend and soaped her front from behind. When she reached Joly's pussy she heard, "Mmm, you are't coming, but I am. DON'T STOP! That's nice. God that's nice. Geez I wish you had a cock, girl. Maybe we can get you one in the toy store..." Joly leaned her hands on the shower wall. With the water running down her body she let herself go in a lovely flowing orgasm.
Half an hour later Joly was dried and dressed and ready to go. Rina, of course, was nude. "Ok,time to go shopping!" She laughed when she saw her friend's look of horror nd the prospect of no clothes. "Oh, don't worry. I'm not that mean...not quite."
She handed Rina a white dress shirt, leftover from some old boyfriend. Compared to the skimpy dress from the bar, it felt like a cozy overcoat...until she realized that Joly had clipped off several buttons leaving only three roughly between her pussy and her navel. One good breeze would expose her tits. Oh god! "No hands, slut girl. Let people see how lovely and stylish that shirt is."
Joly drove a convertible so naturally she put the top down, "so you can enjoy the lovely sunshine." Rina prayed that the seatbelt would at least provide her some modesty as Joly ordered her to keep her hands by her sides and her knees spread.
They headed for an adult superstore with Joly appearing to try to catch every stoplight. More than a few people had a good look at Rina's nearly exposed tits. "Head up girl...look them in the eye...that is, if they are looking at your eyes," giggled Joly. "I enjoy seeing you turn such a lovely shade of pink. Embarrassment suits you, girl. I do seriously think you like this, so you are going to have a wonderful day!"
Naturally Rina blushed even more intensely. Joly was right. A big part of her relished this humiliation. In her shame noticed the looks of appreciation from several men and even a few women. She was growing to appreciate those stares and was almost bravely ignoring the looks of disgust and the comments like "trash" that she heard along the way.
In the store, Joly led them into the clothes section. She bypassed the revealing lingerie and stockings and such. In her view those clothes were all for indoor use. She wanted outdoor clothes that were revealing and slutty, but still legal. She stopped her charge beside a rack of tiny dresses in lycra, or ones that had large and revealing cutouts. She made Rina stand still as she picked out clothes. A sweet looking salesgirl came over and asked if they needed help.
"Why yes, thank you," said Joly. "My friend here lost a bet and has to be my slut all weekend. Isn't that fun?" The salesgirl smiled and nodded. "I need to help her complete her forfeit by getting her some clothes that will let that true inner whore out."
"Oh, I can help," said the clerk smiling broadly. "We have a great selection for women who want to show off..." and looking at Rina said a little more harshly, "Or who need to be displayed." Rina felt her pussy clench.
Item after item was pulled from the rack and laid up against Rina's frame. Some were discarded either for not being bright enough or not whorish enough. Finally the clerk took a half dozen to the changing room assuming that Rina would obediently follow. She was right, of course.
"Okay," said the clerk, "No outside clothes in the change room. Lose the shirt." Rina complied, while Joly started filming with her phone. The clerk handed her one outfit and told her to go in and try it on. It seemed silly to Rina since the door was to be kept open, but rituals had to be observed. As she came out modelling each selection Joly and the clerk commented lewdly.
