Camille woke up disoriented and with a headache, as so many times before. She looked around, noticing she was in a strange place. She found herself in a large bed with black covers and a large headboard consisting of metal bars. Camille sat up and leaned against the headboard, looking down to realize that she didn't even recognize what she was wearing. A yellow crop top several sizes too small hugged her chest. Across it "Princess" was spelled with small glittery crystals. Piece by piece, memories of last night began coming back to her, she had practically become an expert on this practice by now. She remembered being seduced by Ellie on the couch, but after that things got really blurry. "God damnit, did we fuck? I thought I was done with girls'' Camille thought to herself as stood up, noticing that she wasn't wearing any underwear, her bald pussy on full display. Camille suddenly got really angry. Ellie had changed her clothing while she was unconscious, that was way over the line! She quickly went around the bed searching for her regular clothes, but they were nowhere to be found. Nor were any other pieces of clothing except the tight crop top she donned.
Angrily Camille walked out of the bedroom into the living room where she had conducted the interview the day prior, the coffee table and chairs facing each other had been moved into some other room. The smell of fried eggs was in the air, and she followed the sound of crackling butter into the kitchen where she found Ellie making breakfast. Camille didn't think about how silly she must have looked with her nether region completely exposed and with a childish top on.
"You bitch! What did you do to me last night? And where are my clothes?" she shouted. Camille was fuming with humiliation and rage.
"Nothing you didn't agree to, darling" Ellie confidently said, locking eyes with Camille, a mocking smile on her face.
"But no, we didn't fuck if that's what you mean. You didn't hesitate getting acquainted with my tits though", she taunted.
"And your clothes are in the washing machine, you spilled wine all over them if you don't remember", Ellie explained while looking straight at Camille's exposed pussy without even making an attempt at concealing it. Of course, her story was a lie. She had hidden away the clothes in a locker, it was just an excuse to see how far she'd be able to push the girl's boundaries the first time they met.
"Just give me my clothes and let me go home..." Camille muttered in defeat, thinking that she very well could have soiled her clothes in her drunken state. But it was still over the line changing her clothes while she was down and out.
"Sure thing dear, the program is done in about two hours or so!" Ellie laughed.
"Don't call me "dear" just give me something to wear now, I'm leaving."
Ellie rolled her eyes.
"Of course you are, *sweety*"." Ellie put an annoying amount of emphasis on the last word, making it clear that she didn't respect Camille's plea. She calmly went into the bedroom, and after some rummaging for a bit in the wardrobe she returned with a pair of white thongs with a red heart over where the pubic area would be, as well as a pair of embarrassingly short jeans shorts. Ellie tossed the garments on the floor in a corner of the kitchen, smiling at Camille, daring her to pick them up with her eyes. With darkness in her eyes, Camille bent down to pick them up, and put them on as quickly as she could. At least it was better than nothing. Ellie made sure to get a good look at Camille's plump ass while she knelt down, imagining what she'd do to it if things proceeded according to her plan.
"What a good girl you are, showing off your cute butt to me just for a pair of shorts! See you tonight, be back here by 7 PM if you want to sign the contract!" Ellie called out, waving nonchalantly over her shoulder at Camille as she stormed out of the house.
Dressed in the absurd combination of a childish undersized top and a pair of jeans shorts that perfectly accentuated her butt cheeks, Camille made her way to the bus taking her home. She got a few weird looks from the people at the bus stop, but she was way too hungover and angry to give them a second thought as she pulled up her phone, shooting away a text to one of her regular friends with benefits.
"Yo Mark, my place in 20?". She attached a picture of her kneeling down on the floor with Mark's cock in her mouth that he'd taken of her last week, in order to get him going quickly. She felt an intense need to forget about the humiliating feeling of letting an older woman get her drunk and take advantage of her like that. Conflicting with that emothing though, was the feeling of what else she was even able to do. Was she going to accept homelessnes? Or even worse, ask her friends or family if she could stay with them? No way, she'd never lower herself to that level.
"Meet you there" Mark replied within the minute.
When she got home, Mark was already waiting by the door. Camille sure was tall for a girl, but Mark towered way above her at 6'5", making her a bit weak in the knees as always.
The outfit seemed to resonate intensely with Mark, as he picked her up and carried her to her dorm room as quickly as he could. He threw her down on the bed without a word, pulled her shorts and thong down to her knees, before stopping to look around. The room really was in indescribable disarray. He stopped what he was doing, and sat down next to her.
"Yo Camille, are you really okay?" he probed.
Camille's mind was in "fuck-me-hard-enough-to-forget-my-name-mode" mode, and was entirely unprepared for a question like that. She just broke down at that point. Camille didn't want sympathy, she wanted a distraction.