She wakes up early one morning and quickly jumps in the shower. She makes sure everything is washed and completely shaved. She fixes her hair, puts on makeup and tries her hardest to resist the urge the run her fingers between her legs. The skirt feels silky as it is pulled up her long smooth legs. The hem falls just below her ass cheeks. His strict instructions were NO panties. The red shelf bra is put on and fastened in the back. This lifts her tits while keeping the nipples available for any potential use. She picks up the black permanent marker and writes the words he has instructed on the top of her tits, above her nipples... "pig slut". The white tank top is put on next, allowing for her new label to be easily visible. She quickly puts her shoes on and heads out of the door. Her heart races as she pulls up to the truck stop. He ordered her to go inside and purchase a drink. She carefully gets out of her car and walks inside. There are a handful of unwashed grungy truckers inside who instantly start gawking at her. She bends over to pick up a bottle off the bottom shelf. All eyes are on her bare ass. She slowly walks up to the counter and buys the drink as the cashier stares at her in stunned silence. She gets back into her car and heads for the interstate.
An hour later, she arrives at her destination. She grabs her wallet, cell phone, and blindfold and again carefully gets out of her car. There aren't too many people down at the Riverwalk. However, it is a very chilly early morning and her nipples become errect instantly, poking through the thin fabric of the tank top. She walks to their meeting place and places her wallet and cell phone on the picnic table. Her heart pounds out of her chest as she walks over to the overlook on the river. She takes a deep breath as she ties the blindfold around her eyes. Both of her scared hands grip the handrail as she leans over slightly (just enough for the skirt to allow her ass cheeks to poke through).
After what feels like forever, she hears footsteps behind her.
"Katie Michelle Williams. 123 Main Street. Bumfuck, Egypt" (real info not used) Mysterious man reads her contact information from her drivers license. Her cunt instantly becomes dripping wet as she becomes scared. "Do you know what kind of things a sick perverted fuck could do with this information Ma'am?"
She nods her head.
"I cannot hear you!" He screams.
"Yes Sir." She stammers.
"So you always leave your information just laying around? Let me guess, you also go around dressing like a slut."
"Yes Sir." She can barely say.
He laughs as she hears the digital camera being turned on. Within a few seconds she sees the flash go off through the blindfold.
"Your fans are going to know what a nasty little slut you are."
"Thank you Sir"
She can now feel his breath on her skin. He runs his fingers up her thighs to the hem of her skirt and raises it. She feels something cool and wet on her skin and can only assume he is writing something. Again, more pictures.
All of a sudden his hand lands hard on her ass... one cheek, then the other. She jumps. He pulls her hair, pulling her head back. "Don't you dare say a word you fucking slut." He growls in her ear.
She nods.
