I sat on my couch in my small apartment woodenly, still wearing the clothes I had worn to work. My chest stuck to my blouse and bra from the sperm that had been shot on it. I could not make myself care. It had all been too much. The disdain with which Marianne had told me I was dressed improperly. Marianne making me undress in front of men who knew me and who I knew. The humiliation of being naked in front of them for the entire day. Their hands touching me and my lack of resistance.
Then there was the fact that their touches aroused me even with all the shame and humiliation I felt. I remembered how hard my nipples had gotten and that I was shamelessly wet. I remembered how easily fingers had gone up my pussy. I remembered my hips lifting, pressing against fingers both on my clitoris and up me. I could have died in embarrassment.
Covering my face I cried quietly, leaning back against my couch. I tried to think of how I could get out of this nightmare that my life had become, all because I couldn’t refuse a simple dare. No ideas came to me, at least none that were workable. I sat in a daze, not wanting to eat or move.
I don’t know how long it was but there was a knock at my door. Woodenly I rose and went to it. I peered through the peephole to see Marianne. I immediately felt sick to my stomach. Knowing better than to refuse her, I opened the door. She breezed inside like a queen, smirking at me and carrying a large shopping bag.
“Hello girl. You did well today. I think my review of operations will be my best yet.”
She smirked as she looked me up and down. I blushed, knowing why her review would be good. It was because I had been naked and available for the day. Marianne breezed into my small living room. Sitting on the couch she looked at me.
“Take off your clothes.”
I sighed but began to unbutton my jacket. As I removed the jacket and skirt I folded them neatly and laid them on a chair. I was beyond humiliation at this point. My blouse, bra and underpants I just dropped on the floor. They needed to be washed anyway.
“The stockings and heels?” I asked.
“Take them off for now. I think you need a shower anyway.”
That made me blush, thinking of the dried sperm on my chest. I toed off my heels and sat to remove the stockings. Marianne smirked at me, at how easily I obeyed her. She motioned for me to stand and turn around for her. I did.
“You really have a good body. You should be proud of it. Now go and clean off their stuff and come back. Be quick.”
I scurried into my bathroom and showered after piling my hair on my head to keep it dry. This evening was just a continuation of a bad dream, which unfortunately was not a dream. I scrubbed at the dried sperm on my chest until my skin was red. I washed my face to get what I had not been able to clean with a simple wiping at the office. Then I dried off and walked back to my living room naked.
Marianne was still there, her legs crossed, her right foot bouncing. She actually smiled at me this time.
“I brought some things for you.”
She bent and rooted around in the shopping bag. She pulled out several pairs of thigh high stockings and dropped them on the floor. Then she removed a dress and held it out to me. I took it without thinking.
“I think we can do without stockings for now. Try it on.”
I looked at it searching for a clasp and zip, but there was none. There were buttons all down the front of it. I undid a few at the top and slipped it over my head, then redid them. The dress was really quite conservative, not quite high-necked. It would show a little of the tops of my breasts. It was also below the knee. It was rather thin, however. My traitorous nipples showed as two hard bumps through the material.
She looked me up and down. Then she reached into the bag and took out another dress. Handing it to me, I took it. I laid it down on a chair and removed the one I had on; knowing that she meant me to try this one too. I was very similar. It had front buttons, no clasp or zip either. It was a little lower cut at the bodice and a little shorter. My nipples showed through this one also. The first was blue, this one a taupe.
Marianne dipped her hands into the bag once more. She pulled out a spaghetti strapped top and a long skirt with a slit up the side. She held them out. This time I removed the dress before taking what she extended to me.
I slipped into the skirt first, wanting my pussy to be covered, then the top. They were a light green, almost like a matched set. She motioned me to walk back and forth in front of her. My leg on the side of the slit appeared and disappeared and I was shocked at how much showed when I took a step. Then she had me stop and stand in front of her, facing directly at her.
“Slip a strap down your arm.”
I did as I was told and looked down. Most of the top of my breast on that side was bare. I blushed.
“Slip the other strap off your shoulder.”
I did and the only thing that held the top up was my erect nipples. The top caught on them, hanging by a thread, so to speak.
“Shake a little.”
I did and the top dropped, exposing my nipples. I blushed harder. Marianne smiled at me, mostly at my bared breasts. She bent to the bag again and removed another outfit, similar to the top and dress in green. This one was in a shade of violet. I stripped again and put it on. Marianne had me walk once more, then slip the straps down also. This time my nipples didn’t hold it up. The top slid down until they were bare again.
“Very nice.”
“Marianne, this is all very nice, but I don’t understand.”
Her smiles at me in the outfits disappeared, replaced by a steely glare. I gulped. She bent and pulled a dress with spaghetti straps in black and held it out to me. I hurriedly stripped again and put that one on. It was low-cut and short. My breasts showed much more than the others and almost all of my legs. It clung at my hips, outlining my bottom. She nodded and pulled one more out, exactly like the black one, but in blue. I pulled the black off and I hurriedly scrambled into the blue one.
“Slip a strap.”
I did my breast on that side bared to below the nipple.
“Wonderful, just wonderful. Now girl, this is what you will be wearing to work from here on out, these outfits and the stockings. I bought them for you. I hope that you have heels to match them. If not you will buy some to match and give me the receipts. I will pay for them. Now show me your underwear.”
