If you read the first part you'll know that Cassie was caught in a very compromising situation by the couple for whom she had been house sitting.
In order to keep the pictures from going public she had been forced to agree to do six tasks for the Jacksons. However each task compromises her further.
This is the story of her second task.
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Mrs. Jackson had told Cassie to be back at the house on Thursday morning no later than 8AM. When Cassie asked why, Mrs. Jackson told her it would be a surprise.
The next few days alternating raced by or dragged on forever for Cassie. When she was worrying about what the Jacksons had in store for her the minutes seemed to take forever to advance. On the other hand it only seemed like seconds before she once again found herself on the dreaded porch.
Mr. Jackson opened the door to her knock and invited her in. Once inside with the door closed behind her he told her to strip. Having already resigned herself to whatever fate had in store for her, Cassie pulled the shirt she was wearing over her head and tossed it on the nearby couch. Reaching between her breasts she unclipped her brasserie and slipped if off her shoulders. Once it was in her hands she threw it onto the couch too.
Glancing at Mr. Jackson she saw that he was fixated on her exposed boobs. Before she lost her nerve she unfastened her jeans, pushing them and her panties down her legs. Holding on the armrest she slipped off her shoes and pulled off the pants and underwear.
Just as she finished standing back up Madeline walked into the room.
"Douglas, you scamp," she jokingly scolded her husband. "You know Cassie doesn't have to be all naked yet. But you just couldn't wait checking out her goodies, could you."
Mr. Jackson nodded sheepishly.
Having her nudity dismissed so causally was almost as bad as learning she had gotten naked just for his amusement.
Turning to Cassie she continued, "Not that it really makes a difference, dear. You're certainly going to strip down to your birthday suit before this day is done in any case."
"Speaking of birthday suits, you're here to help us celebrate our grandfather's. . . ," Mr. Jackson began.
"My grandfather's," Mrs. Jackson interrupted.
"As I was saying, you're here today to help us celebrate her grandfather's birthday, Cassie," Mr. Jackson continued.
"So come with me, my dear, I have the perfect outfit for you to wear on this special occasion," Mrs. Jackson said taking Cassie's hand and leading her away.
To Cassie's surprise the outfit wasn't anything like she had been fearing. It was a reproduction Roman toga. It was made from a heavy weight, white cotton material. Slipping it over her head and looking in the mirror Cassie was relieved to see that the bottom came a little lower than mid-thigh. She had expected the hem to be much higher.
The top of the dress left one shoulder bare, but it was cut so that her bosom was completely concealed. The material was dense enough that her dark nipples were shielded and the waves of cloth radiating from the single shoulder strap essentially disguised the movement of her breasts when she practiced walking across the room towards the mirror.
There was a gold buckle at the top of the shoulder strap and a gold chain hung down from it. At approximately waist level the chain split in two. Mrs. Jackson took the loose ends and clipped them around Cassie's waist. This brought the waist in, but to Cassie's surprise Mrs. Jackson tugged the material up so it was slack above the chain.
Despite the fact that she was not wearing anything under the dress Cassie felt adequately clothed. Maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as she had feared.
"Granddad always thought the Romans were some of the best people in history," Mrs. Jackson explained as she studied the effect. "So I thought bringing you dressed in a Roman outfit would make his day. And of course the Romans didn't wear any underwear so neither can you."
Cassie guessed that in addition to delighting Mrs. Jackson's grandfather with the Roman outfit, at some point today's task would involve meeting people to whom the couple would drop not so subtle hints that Cassie was naked underneath.
Despite her concerns, the trip to the senior center where Mrs. Jackson's grandfather lived passed reasonably pleasantly even when Mr. Jackson tried to get Cassie to wash the windshield when they stopped for gas. Mrs. Jackson squashed that idea saying the dress might get messed up.
To Cassie's surprise neither of the others said anything to the receptionist or any of the residents or guests about her undergarment condition when they arrived. Several of the people they met even complimented her on the dress.
When the group reached the grandfather's room Mrs. Jackson introduced her Cassie to her grandfather. During the introductions Cassie learned his name was Harrison J. Biggs. However he told her to just call him JB like everyone else did. He went on to tell her that the J didn't stand for anything, but he still preferred it to Harrison.
As the introductions were being made they gathered around the bed. Mrs. Jackson was standing near her father's head on his right side. Mr. Jackson had pulled out his camera and moved around to the other side.
Spotting the camera JB asked what the hell that was for. Mrs. Jackson told him it was to record him opening his birthday present to which JB rolled his eyes.
She motioned Cassie to move up next to the bed near where JB's right hand lay. "This is Cassie, granddad. She's here as a special treat for you." Picking up her grandfather's hand she gently laid the gold chain from Cassie's dress across his palm. Cassie assumed it was so he could felt the texture.
Mrs. Jackson smiled down at her grandfather and said, "Time to unwrap your present, grandpa." Closing his hand in hers she gave the chain a sharp jerk.
Before Cassie could do anything the loop at her waist popped apart and what she had thought was merely a decorative adornment on the shoulder strap released.
It was actually a catch holding the front of the strap to the back half. When the clasp released the two parts of the strap separated. With the combination of the looseness of the dress and the weight of the fabric when waist chain being gone meant there was nothing to stop the dress's plummet until it hit the floor.
JB's eyes widened in disbelief. In one second Cassie had been transformed from a elegant young Roman lady to a panic-stricken naked woman right before his eyes.
Both of them were frozen in shock. Not so the other two. "Isn't this the greatest birthday gift you ever got, granddad?" Mrs. Jackson asked excitedly.
Cassie had been totally unprepared for her sudden unveiling and as soon as she realized what had happened she grabbed the dress off the floor and bolted into the bathroom. JB's attention was riveted on Cassie's naked ass until she was out of sight.
Once she was out of the room he turned to his granddaughter and stated, "You mind explaining what just happened, girl? It didn't appear that Cassie was exactly a willing participant in your little gift giving plan."
"Maybe not exactly willing . . ," Mr. Jackson began only to be cut off by a piercing glare from JB.
"Grandpa, think about it. If she wasn't part of it why wasn't she wearing any underclothes," Mrs. Jackson pointed out quickly as she realized that he wasn't as happy as she had hoped he would be with her gift.
"Her reaction when you . . .," JB started.
"No, when we jerked the chain," Mrs. Jackson interrupted.
"Alright, her reaction when we pulled the chain was not the reaction of someone aware of what was about to happen," JB said.
"Okay," she began. "The truth is Cassie owes us some favors. For instance, last weekend she made a couple of video tours of the house for us so if we decide to put it on the market people can look at it online. One of the videos she did in the nude. Nudity doesn't bother her like other people. And since today is your birthday we called in another favor. Of course we didn't tell her exactly what was going to happen so it would be a surprise for both of you. It made it more exciting that way, don't you think."
"Yeah, exciting. She certainly looked excited, didn't she, JB stated in a dry tone of voice. "Why don't you two go get something to eat downstairs and let me see if I can get Cassie to accept my apology."
"Oh, granddad, you don't have to apologize to Cassie," Mrs. Jackson said with a dismissive wake of her hand. "When she thinks about it, she'll be glad to have one more favor off the list."
