*Author's Note: If you haven't reach Chapter 1 yet, you might want to so that the whole story makes more sense. Either way, happy reading!*
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Bubba's cock slid out of Jimmy's mouth and then disappeared from the glory hole, as it was zipped back into his pants by Angela. Jimmy, kneeling naked in the closet with his hands cuffed behind him and a pair of fake tits glued to his chest, wondered what would happen now.
He heard Angela giggle as she led Bubba, linebacker from the school football team, out of the bedroom and to the front door of her apartment. Then she headed back to the bedroom and suddenly the closet door opened wide.
Jimmy started to jump to his feet, but there was a nasty crackling sound from a stun gun that Angela held in her right hand.
"Don't move, baby girl" Angela cooed, "I need to explain how this is gonna go. You are going to walk on your knees to the door of my apartment, and then out into the hallway."
"Angela, you can't..."
"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" Angela brought the stun gun close and Jimmy flinched in fear.
"I can do whatever I want, or didn't you get that memo?" She laughed as she stared down at the cum dripping from his chin. "Yeah, I think you know. Anyway, once you are out in the hall I will give you your clothes and the key to your cuffs. Then you can go home."
Jimmy didn't see many other options, so he started walking on his knees with his dick jutting out in front. When he reached the door, he stopped and waited. Angela reached over him and opened the door, letting it swing wide. He hesitated, scared to be outside and naked. What if she shut and locked the door?
"Better not wait too long, girl" Angela said. "Security patrols this place about every hour or so. So unless you want to be found this way by our cute security guard, I suggest you hurry."
Hearing this, Jimmy waddled into the hallway and turned around. As he did, Angela tossed a plastic shopping bag in front of him and then dropped a silver key on the floor and closed the door. He heard the snick of the lock as it clicked into place, and he began turning around and scrabbling blindly for the key. It seemed to take forever, but he finally got one cuff unlocked and started tearing at the bag for his clothes.
When the bag opened, Jimmy gave a soft moan of frustration and humiliation. Inside there was only a short cheerleader style skirt and a thin white tank top. He knew he had no choice and quickly put the skirt on and zipped it up, then pulled the tank over his head and stretched it over his tits. Looking down, he saw that the tank top had the word "SLUT" in bold black letters on the front. Further down, the front of the skirt jutted out over his hard on. Fucking pill she gave him was still at work.
Jimmy began running down the hall towards the exit, then suddenly stopped. Keys! She hadn't given him back his keys! Or his wallet. Jimmy stood, frozen, trying to decide what to do. Home was about a mile away, normally an easy walk. But there was no way he could walk down the main street this way.
He turned and walked back to Angela's door, then nervously knocked. A minute later, the door cracked open a few inches. Just as much as the chain lock would allow. Angela stood smiling at him.
"Back for more, baby?" She laughed.
"I need my keys, and my wallet" Jimmy mumbled.
"Ooooh, honey. Those are mine until tomorrow, but it is a long walk...do you want me to use your card and call you an Uber?" Her eyes sparkled as she said it. Jimmy shuddered at the thought of getting a ride like this.
"Please Angela. Just give them to me. You had your fun and I just want to go home" Jimmy whined.
