Synopsis : Cassy meets up with a familiar face while trying to avoid an encounter with Stacy at the party, and begins to realize she's more attached to her new life than she'd previously thought possible.
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Hey all -- sorry for the wait blah blah you know the drill :)
Hope you enjoy this chapter (I think it's the longest one to date :P Just kind of got away from me. Maybe a little TOO long... buuuut... fuck it.)
As before, there's an update on future updates at the end of the story!
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This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, etc are completely made up, as is the plot.
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Chapter 12 : Stacy's Party : Part 2
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The sorority house that Stacy Nelson lived in was a sprawling, open concept building. A modern design tucked away at the end of a long row of similar style buildings that all housed students from the nearby campus, the house was three stories high, and wrapped in an expansive yard that was fully enclosed in a tall row of hedges.
Since she'd first started working for me at Illuminate Media, I'd often guessed that Stacy was one of the 'popular' girls at her school. She was attractive, energetic and practically exuded 'popular girl' vibes at all times. When I'd first met her, I'd immediately pegged her as sort of cheerleader mixed with a valedictorian.
A superstar.
Tonight, my suspicions were more than confirmed.
It was obvious that her sorority was THE sorority on campus.
Everybody would know that this was THE place to be tonight.
College students from all up and down the narrow street had apparently flocked from their own houses to be here. The rest of the street was eerily empty, save for a few stragglers wandering towards the booming music and boisterous party noises.
Even from the street, I could see the throngs of overeager graduates and well wishers in the yard, slamming back shots of liquor and dancing energetically to the thundering music. The whole scene looked like some sort of 90's college sex-romp movie...
The graduating students and revellers looked so free and content ; delighted just to be here.
I felt the opposite.
I couldn't believe how nervous I was.
Being out at a public event like this was dredging up the realities of my new life for me.
Once, I'd have felt confident and in charge at an event like this.
But tonight...
Jane had made the rules for tonight very clear.
Rule 1 : No cumming unless Stacy Nelson -- my former secretary - made me cum.
Rule 2 : If Stacy makes me cum, I had to tell her all about my secret world of sordid servitude and debauchery.
Rule 3 : If I didn't cum tonight, I wouldn't be allowed to cum for the rest of the week.
Three rules; perfectly simple, and devilishly horrifying.
Of course, the rules shouldn't have been so hard for me to follow. If I had a bit better control over myself, I might not have even worried about them at all.
Logically, all I had to do was nothing at all, and I would ride out tonight without an issue.
I'd managed well enough at the office, straddling the line between professional conduct and slutty depravity as I performed my duties as Jane's secretary.
Sure, doing nothing tonight would result in a punishment. I wouldn't be allowed to cum for a week...
But I mean, I could go a week without cumming, couldn't I? It would be worth it if it meant preserving my dreadfully humiliating secrets... right?
Anyone with half a brain could see that.
If only I could have trusted myself to see things that clearly.
If I HAD half a brain, I would have simply stayed in Jane's car, where she'd left me.
I'd have never gotten out and headed through the front gate and into the sprawling front yard of the sorority house.
There was ZERO point in heading towards the party!
And yet... there I went.
Of course, from the moment I'd started walking into the well-lit yard, across the cobblestone path that led to the sorority house's double-wide front doors, I knew I'd made a dreadful mistake.
"Why the HELL hadn't I stayed in the car?!" I mumbled to myself, feeling cool air lick its way across my over-bare skin.
I felt like all eyes were upon me.
Walking in my six inch stiletto heels was hard enough. I stumbled every other step, nearly falling on my face each time.
My revealing attire, no more than a novelty stripper's outfit, threatened to expose my intimate parts at any moment.
My tits looked absolutely huge in my tiny crop top, bursting out of the top and bottom of it. The tight fabric would have snapped up or down my chest as I walked if it hadn't been so hooked against my pointed nipples and their obtrusive piercings.
My skirt -- more a belt than anything, rode up my legs with every step, and I had to continually pull it down, lest it expose the fact that I wasn't wearing any underwear.
All of this was bad enough on its own, but my bimbo-hair bob, shiny red lipstick and overly dark eye shadow made me look as if I'd been peeled off of the cover of some low budget sex-magazine.
And, oh -- the worst part :
The damn star stickers up the crack of my ass!
Jane had given me my five stars tonight ; my reward for good behaviour. On a normal night, the star stickers meant I'd earned the right to a little 'relief'.
I could cum, either at Jane's hands, or my own -- or sometimes Isabella's.
Humiliating yet motivating, right?
As always, she'd placed the little stickers up into the wedge of my cunt and along the crevice of my ass. She'd placed the final one right directly atop my ass hole, wedging it so firmly in place so that it poked against my poor cheeks with every step.
I hadn't expected the star stickers to be so annoying! They were jabbing me with every step!
But there was nothing I could do about them now. I couldn't reach down into my ass and remove them. Not only did I know I wasn't permitted to do so, but even if I'd been allowed to, enough people were already eyeing me as I neared the house that I couldn't do it without people seeing what I was up to.
So I was forced to endure the prickly jabs as dozens of eyes followed my uncomfortably awkward march through the yard.
God, I felt like I was naked. It was like everyone around me could see through any facade I might put up.
They KNEW how horny I was. They KNEW what a depraved, servile little Bimbo I'd become.
How could they not?!
I clenched my legs, despite the prick of the star stickers.
I had to keep some semblance of control.
My body was already on fire, primed up from a hellish day of sexual teasing and torment.
Jane and Isabella had really worked overtime on me today, forcing me to reach a state of absolute desperation for release.
I knew it was all part of their plan. They'd wanted me to feel exactly as I did now.
They wanted me to feel lost in my arousal, surrounded by hard bodies, half-cut college babes. They wanted me to lose my focus and succumb to my lesser instincts.
I told myself I was above their games, but I wasn't.
The sights and sounds around me were overwhelming. The girls... the bodies...
I couldn't help myself from ogling every set of tits that passed by me. Every ass that wagged just a little too low under a mini skirt.
Ugh!
I wanted to jam my tongue into someone's cunt! I needed to spread my legs, and show off my sparkly stars!
That's what Jane wanted from me. She'd probably thought she could drive me so far off the edge that I'd lose myself completely tonight.
