Inside her room, Cassie followed instructions and took several selfies of her wearing the skimpy, cum covered dress.
She uploaded the pictures into the Control app and the challenge changed from "in progress" to complete.
She slipped her feet out of the ridiculously high heels and removed the dress and jumped into the shower.
She adjusted the shower as hot as she could stand and at high pressure. She used loads of body wash, working it into her skin as though trying to wash away the night.
As she scrubbed, she replayed the evening in her mind. Being made to get those people off had disgusted her. But, she also enjoyed it. If she wasn't so tired, she'd actually get back in the car for more.
Almost subconsciously she began teasing herself. She gently traced her fingernails over her breast, focusing on the nipple. Meanwhile her right hand began rubbing her clit. The whole night had been like foreplay, leaving her wet with no release.
As she replayed the night in her head, she took down the shower head and directed the water between her legs. The water felt amazing. Almost like it was throbbing, like a constant drumbeat between her legs.
Was it the freedom of being made to do things she secretly wanted to do? Was it the constant watching if Val making her feel like she was performing? Was it the humiliation of it all? Maybe some weird mix?
She closed her eyes, thinking about the pulsing cocks between her legs and her encounter with the two women. As she thought of being licked by the woman in the limo she exploded. It was so intense she had to use her free hand to steady herself against the shower wall.
After the third massive wave of pleasure wracked her body, she redirected the water and finished her shower. She towelled off and put on one of the hotel's robes and sat in the bed, relaxing.
There was a laptop sitting on the nightstand that wasn't hers. It must have been left by whoever dropped off the dress to her earlier or maybe they came back while she was out?
She opened the laptop and it came on. The desktop had a single icon in the middle of the screen with the Control app--the same one as on the phone they'd given her.
She clicked on it.
The first surprise was that her profile icon had changed from a C in a circle to a headshot of her wearing the dress tonight. She guessed it was from a photo taken at the restaurant.
Near the top, it showed the number of days remaining on the contract--364. She sighed.
The history tab listed two items--tonight's challenge and another one called "Introduction."
She expanded Introduction and now saw a brief description reading simply "initial meeting and contract." Next to it was a link to "View."
She shuddered. Val told her they'd film everything...
She clicked onto Challenge 1 and saw several video links. She clicked on and watched a few seconds. It was a split screen of her in the car--captured from four different cameras.
She looked around her room wondering if they were filming her now. Nothing looked like a camera. But, she hadn't noticed them in the limo either.
Suddenly, a chat window popped up in the app.
"Optional challenge available for completion now."
She clicked it.
"Optional Challenge--
The night manager appears to have taken an interest in you. Have sex with him anywhere other than your hotel room before dawn to complete.
Reward: reduce challenge contract by 3 days.
Accept or Decline?"
She recoiled from the task. That guy was kind of creepy. The way he ogled her made her really uncomfortable.
Her second thought was to wonder how they knew. Did they have access to the security cameras in the hotel? She thought she remembered someone in the lobby. So maybe they saw him looking at her?
If it was just another hand job, she'd definitely do it. Could she really have sex with this creepy guy? Three days might save her from something truly depraved. If handjobs in limos was day one, what did day 365 have in store for her?
She realised just pondering what to do was making her wet. Her first real task and they'd already gotten inside her head...
She clicked "Accept" and a follow up message appeared.
"Wear the dress for an additional day removed from the contract."
She sighed. That was almost worse than the task itself. She'd never felt as slutty as when the woman at reception saw her covered in cum stains.
She closed the laptop and tried to formulate a plan.
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As she put the tiny, stained black dress back on, she thought up a way to meet the night manager hopefully without going back to the lobby.
She picked up the hotel phone and dialled reception. The woman answered, so Cassie asked for the night manager.
He came on the phone almost instantly.
"Good evening, Miss. This is George, the Night Manager. How can I help you?"
