Previously, Caroline had created Jasmine from her husband James. She humiliated her husband by exposing him as a man while he was sucking the cock of his best friend. She further humiliated him by making him give blow jobs to his work colleagues. James then got his own back by having Caroline's work colleagues use her for their orgy. Paybacks between them continue.
The next morning nothing was said about what I had set up. It was as if Caroline had simply gotten drunk last night and didn't want to talk about it. I was happy with that. She brightened when I got a text. It simply said that Jasmine should come to the address given at the appointed time. My heart sank as this was right in the middle of the day. I had to go to work and started to panic.
Caroline just smiled. "I'll pack your athletic bag with what you need to make a fast change into Jasmine. Hopefully you'll have time to change back before work. And if you don't..." An evil smile appeared, "...you can go to work as Jasmine!" That was no big help. The attached picture, though, made that about the only viable option.
So off to work I went with heart pounding. Somehow I managed to actually get things accomplished. I shot off to the toilets on the floor above to do the fast change. The makeup and wig were on top. I was relieved to find a nice, reserved dress and the necessary accessories. I put on everything best I could and headed out the door. What a strange experience it was to be walking as a woman in my builduing. I could tell men were appreciative as well. I got to the appointed place, recognised the person and went over to him. I was relieved that all he wanted was a blow job. I happily complied. He deleted the photo to my great relief. One down and three to go. Back to work I went and back into my comfortable clothing.
When I got home, I was surprised to see Alek and Ginny. I guess they had decided they needed servicing as well. Naturally I said nothing. I was hoping that Caroline would allow me some slack and not require me to up the ante, so to speak. I nodded at them trying to confirm if I could speak.
"You are doing well and are following our instructions by not speaking to us. That's good."
I could tell from Caroline's face that this was not going to be the case. "I think James does have something to say."
"I want your cock so much I'm going for more months." I trailed off to let them do the maths that I was now at 48 months.
Alek didn't object in the least. He just looked at Caroline who then knew she had to disrobe if she wanted to stay. Off came her clothes. Alek set himself up on the couch and I did the business. As they went to leave, Ginny extended a line of hope to me: "I don't think real woman shave their pubic hair. So, if you want to continue to be part of the repayment plan, Caroline, you must grow back your pubic hair." Caroline's face fell as they left.
Well, that was an unexpected bargain. I knew not to ask what Caroline's decision would be. I now had a reason to look forward to the next visit. After they left, Caroline pumped me for information about my day and appointment. She was very pleased by my report. The next few weeks went back to the routine of blokes stopping by for a fuck & suck. However, Caroline was no longer inviting me in to clean out her box.
I received another text for an appointment early Saturday morning as Jasmine. I had mixed feelings as early morning Saturdays were never good but at least I was going as Jasmine. Caroline enjoyed getting me ready and off I went. I was floored when a woman in bathrobe opened the door. "Come in, I've been expecting you." I obeyed but was confused. The bloke appeared also in his bathrobe. "I thought you were kidding but it's true. You've arranged a maid for my birthday morning so we can play!" Shoot, if a bit of cleaning was all that I needed to do I'd be over the moon. They showed me the kitchen, which needed a good going over. They must have had some party last night. "We want coffee with a bit of toast in bed as well. Bring us coffee at 9:30 and we'll let you know what happens after that." So I got started and I can only imagine they got started on each other.
I found the coffee and all the fixings for breakfast as I was cleaning. As the clock struck 9:30 I knocked and took in the coffee. They looked well pleased. The bloke then said, "The maid is here to clean whatever you like." The woman looked a bit confused. "She's from the three C's agency."
"What in the world does that mean?" she asked.
"Citchens, cocks and cunts," he replied. The bloke looked at me and I knew I had to play along.
"All part of the 3C service, ma'm. Do you have a cunt that needs cleaning?"
She sat up with a broad grin. She kept herself covered so I had to crawl under the sheets. It was an odd situation but actually fairly enjoyable. There was plenty of cum but that was quickly out of the way. She made encouraging sounds so I just continued. Her orgasm was the indication that I had done a good job.
When I finished, I decided to ask, "And you sir? Do you have a cock that needs cleaning?" He nodded appreciatively. Down I went. But as at the party, there was nothing coming out. He was certainly enjoying my efforts but I gave up after a bit. "I think that should be it for the visit. Is there anything else you would like?"
"Well," the bloke said slyly, "have you met the terms of the agreement?"
"Oh, you can let her go. I've never had such a good birthday morning in my life." I was getting encouraged.
"She will stay and follow our instructions until the terms are met."
"Oh, what is that?"
The bloke looked at me again. With heart beating I got up the courage to say: "My contract is to obtain a load of cum from sir's cock for my payment. Failing that, I would naturally stay until successful and follow his instructions until then."
"Oh what a wonderful arrangement!" She exclaimed, and my heart fell.
"So," the bloke offered, "what do you say we inspect the kitchen. If it is clean enough, she can cook us a full breakfast to have in bed. If not, then she must give us a piece of clothing for every item missed."
"Oh, that's a bit cruel, isn't it? Getting oral sex is great but not sure you should make her naked while doing it." I could have kissed her!
"Okay, I'll let you decide." So off we all went to the kitchen. I was sure I would pass with flying colours, until she went to the oven. I was filthy on the inside. I simply had done what I could see and didn't think of opening it.
"Goodness, that is a pretty big omission," the woman said. "So I still want that cleaned. But," she smiled, "I wouldn't want you to ruin your clothes. So if you can rustle up some eggs and toast for us, a bit of jam and juice, you can come back in here to clean the oven..." I was relieved that is all she wanted. I was floored when she followed with "...in the nude. Wouldn't want your lovely clothes to get dirty," she purred.
"No, no, that's really not necessary." I was blushing.
"Oh, yes it is," she said with a wicked smile. "Put them all in here once you've served us." She handed me a case. "To keep them clean." She was having a grand time. "When you're finished cleaning, come get us. I'll have a look. If it is clean enough you can get your payment and have your clothes back." I blanched but had no choice.
I made the items they wanted, put them on trays and left them in the bedroom for them to enjoy. I then took off my clothes, put them neatly into the case and got to work. Being naked but with Jasmine's wig and make-up made me incredibly self-conscious. But I did my best. The appointed time came and to the bedroom I went. I had the case in front of me, knocked and held my breath. I prayed only the bloke would come out but knew better.
The look on her face was priceless. I just wish I hadn't paid the price. "She's a bloke!" Was the most intelligible thing to come out. I turned bright red, I'm sure. As she gathered her composure I could see her starting to think. "I don't need to see the oven. But I do need to see you give my husband a blow job!" She started giggling as I went down. "Oh this is absolutely precious." To work I went. If I was going to be humiliated, at least I would be efficient about it. I shouldn't have been too surprised that nothing came out. "It's all in here," as she pointed to her vagina. "And you know what you have to do." I crawled over on my knees and buried my head once again into her cum soaked pussy. Drinking out what should have been my freedom was crushing.
When I finished and gave her another orgasm, I begged. "Look, you have gotten the best of me. I can't offer you much more so why don't we call it quits. Surely, you've gotten the pleasure you want out of me."
The woman seemed sympathetic. The bloke, though, said, "Well, the deal is you are in my service until you empty my cum directly. So when you do you go!"
I did as commanded, much to the woman's surprise but pleasure. Needless to say, I got nothing out after several minutes. Well, I did get many comments out of her about my technique. "Never thought a bloke could give me lessons in how to pleasure a dick. Okay, my bestest husband, whatever "service" are you going to have my present provide?"
The smile on the blokes a face indicated I had quite the afternoon coming. "We have Jim and Emile coming over. How about having a catered lunch?" She was obviously happy about that. They gave me all the instructions about what to cook, how to serve and what was expected of me. To top it off, they gave me the skimpiest of maid's uniforms. The tights were so sheer, well they may not have even been tights, as you could clearly see my butt and cock. The one-piece top covered only from my breasts to just below the tip of my dick. She did give me back my falsies to push out my chest. It would be a real struggle to hide my true sex.
