Susan's Submission

James and Carol sat inside the office kitchen, discussing one of their projects they were working on. As they were talking, one of the new interns walked into the room - a 5'6" long haired blonde woman. She said "Hi" in an upbeat tone and Carol answered the greeting "Hi, Susan". James' eyes followed her as she walked in, his eyes catching sight of her legs, noticing how she wore a mid-length grey skirt, along with a plain black top, which was a nice contrast to her hair. He took in her figure while she got herself a cup of tea.

He couldn't help but notice how the tight top seemed to hug the perfectly rounded orbs of her breasts mostly in profile. His eyes drifted down to what looked like a perfectly toned apple shaped butt hidden under the grey fabric of her skirt.

"Stop staring at Susan!" said Carol, playfully. James turned his head and looked at Carol - noticing her playful expression contrasted by her long black hair, and the plain white top she wore. They both smiled at each other - used to joking with each other about what the other did, when they noticed other people.

"At least mop up the drool, I'm afraid one of the guys in the office will hurt themselves slipping on their own drool." Carol continued. "I have known her from hockey training since she was 15, she's hot and all but I can't decide if you guys acting like cavemen around her is more creepy or pathetic." James pretended to mop up the floor drawing laughter and an eye-roll from Carol.

It didn't stop there, for weeks guys tried to hit on her and Susan turned them down. At the end of a very long day Carol and Susan sat in the office finishing work when everybody seemed to have left.

"What? No...we can't", said Susan, wide eyed at her friend. "Yes, we can - chicken!" said Carol, pulling out her phone pointing it at Susan. "You said you were into dares, into feeling powerless" she continued. "Strip. Right now. Nude photos in the office. I'll go after you.". Carol continued teasing Susan, calling her a chicken. Eventually, Susan relented, wanting to get it over and done with.

Susan put her hands down to the hem along her top, and pulled the top over her head, her long blonde hair flowing along as the top rose up, leaving her red underwire bra exposed. Carol continued to act as if she was taking photos of Susan. Susan's hands reluctantly went down to her pants, and she started wiggling and moving her legs, sliding them off. She was looking around, seeing if anyone was in the office. It was unlikely this late at night but she felt the embarrassment already.

She looked at Carol, "Are you happy now?" Susan asked, reaching for her clothes to put back on. But Carol was not happy. "You said a nude dare, so get nude" said Carol. Susan stared at her with indecision but finally reached behind her back, and deftly unhooked her bra, while continuing to look at Carol.

Pulling off her bra, Susan's breasts didn't appear to sag at all. After the bra was off she hooked her thumbs in the hem of the red thong she wore and with a little wiggle of her hips pulled it down until she could let it slide down her silky smooth legs, bent over and picked it up, placing it neatly with the other clothes.

"Come with me", ordered Carol, walking briskly over to Susan's clothes, picking them up, and carrying them under her clothes. Susan's eyes went wide in terror following Carol: "Wait! No! We can't do that!" she protested, finally getting words out her mouth. By then - it was too late. Susan was left standing there naked, and Carol already outside the room. The young woman instinctively covered her mound and breasts with her hands and arms and followed Carol trying to take as much cover or be as quiet as possible while keeping up.

Soon Carol had arrived at the restrooms. Two simple black doors, one with a sign for women, another with the sign for men. Carol held her phone up at Susan, as if she was taking more photographs of her.

"Inside the men's room. Open the door, walk in." commanded Carol, looking at Susan who hesitated and started to protest. "If you want your clothes back before tomorrow, you'll go in there right now" Carol said. As Susan pushed the door, Carol's phone went down towards Susan's back, focused on her ass and arm as the door swung open, seeing her head looking around the room. Turning to focus on Carol, "No one's in there". The two walked inside the room, and Carol pointed towards the row of white urinals.

"On your knees", Carol again commanded, pointing at the floor between the urinals. She held the phone at Susan, waiting for her to follow that order. Carol stepped back, getting a nice view of Susan kneeling down between the urinals. "Now describe how you give head and you better play it out a little."

Susan looked at her dumbfounded at first. But stopped her when Carol threatened to leave with the younger woman's clothes. She explained "I'll get it out of his pants, hold it, kiss it and lick the head a little. Then I wrap my lips around it and suck it in massaging the shaft with my lips until I pull back and suck heavily while doing so". Carol made her bob her head a little, sucking a pretend dick kneeling in the men's room, the phone displaying two urinals either side of her as she did this.

With an innocent and sweet voice Carol asked "so after getting him hard with your mouth, how would you want to be fucked in here? Show me" and she smiled wickedly. Susan hesitated a bit again and got up, heading into the big stall in the corner stating "I'd want to be fucked in a stall." Carol almost snickered thinking about how well this would come out in the video she had in mind. She filmed the young blonde inside the stall leaning against the wall, her legs straight and spread, sticking out her ass. Even Carol couldn't help but admired the rear view on Susans innie showing little more than a mound with a slit.

Shortly after, Carol turned and left the restroom, throwing the pile of clothes to Susan, saying "Quick, get dressed, I think I heard someone". Locking herself in a stall Susan got dressed quickly in sheer panic to be found in the men's room. When Susan came out of the men's room she carefully peered left and right, then carefully snuck out, as to not to draw any attention. After a few steps she saw Carol filming her doubling over in laughter. "That was perfect!"

As nervous as Susan was she didn't force Carol through any similar ordeal. She was just happy to leave the office that day and the two went for a drink with a few friends right after. Around noon the next day Susan saw a message from Carol "You naughty girl." with a video and some stills showing her naked in the office attached. She hurried to the ladies room, locking herself in a stall in the empty bathroom watching the video that was cut to make her sound like she desired nothing more but to suck a co-worker in the bathroom, between two urinals, and then get fucked at work. The video ended with her leaving the men's room looking like a burglar sneaking out. Carol had even added a sequence of the full office that made the shot appear to have taken place while everybody was at work.

Thursday the week after, Susan sat in a meeting when she received a text from Carol. "Go to the Omni hotel at 7pm and tell the front desk you lost the key to your room, 761." It didn't say more and Susan didn't receive any details. Her colleagues told her Carol had gone home already, and she couldn't get her to answer the phone.

Susan's heart was beating and she looked around nervously when she approached the front desk at the Omni hotel a little earlier than Carol had told her. The lady at the front desk asked her for ID and Susan's fingers were shaking when she presented it, but she just received a newly made key card that she took up to the seventh floor to enter the room.

There was a large chest on the floor and a letter on the bed. Picking up the piece of paper Susan read "We'll play a game of dares! Put everything you brought with you - clothes, purse, everything - into the chest, lock the chest. Record yourself doing it with your phone and send me the clip." She read the letter again and checked the chest, there was a padlock but she didn't see the keys. Texting Carol she asked "Where are the keys?". The only reply she got was "I'm waiting for your clip - ready to send your little movie to the office."

Susan felt her face flushing when she received the threat. She looked for a place to put up her phone and started recording before stepping into the frame. Her shoes came off first and went into the crate with her purse and socks. She opened her pants and slid them off her hips with a little wiggle, stepped out of them, folded them and put them in the crate. Her top ended up in the carte next. Susan reached back, unhooking her bra, sliding it off her body and finally she grabbed her thong at the sides and felt it pull out of her crack while she pushed it off her hips and took it off too.

Completely naked she reached for the lid of the crate, closed it and put the padlock through the little ring that went through the latch. It took her some time to fight the panic about closing the lock. The sound of the padlock snapping shut rang like thunder in her ears. Susan quickly got up to her phone, stopped the recording and took a deep breath sending the video to Carol.

A minute after hitting send on the video, Susan was greeted with a video from Carol. The video panned from a sign to the hotel pool to showing Carol holding a tiny key. She smiled at the camera and asked "Are you looking for this, Susan?" holding her arm out over the pool she let the key drop with a little splash, looked after it then back in the camera "Ooops, I guess you'll have to come and dive for it." The video ended, leaving a stunned Susan standing naked with her phone in hand wondering how she could get the key.

Thinking quickly, she checked the bathroom, finding several large white towels. Wrapping herself in a towel left her breasts covered with the towel ending just below her ass. It wasn't comfortable but at least she was covered when she stuck her head out into the hall and hurried to the elevator, pressing the towel to her chest like she was holding on to it for dear life. She was relieved to reach the pool on the third floor without running into anybody.

When she entered the pool area there were two men in their forties swimming lanes. Susan walked around the pool peering into the water looking for the key even though the swimming made it hard to see the floor. There it was, a little blue object close to the wall on the deep end. Susan felt relieved in a way, the key was very close, but so far away. She looked around and decided to wait for the men to leave. There was a recliner nearby and she sat down on it. When she swung her legs around she felt how much she was exposing her crotch to the men and crossed her legs hoping they hadn't noticed.

Susan had to wait almost 15 minutes for the second man to leave praying nobody would come in. She was lucky for a change, ending up alone in the pool area. Nervously checking around she put her phone on the recliner, unwrapped the towel, putting it down too and jumped into the water. The water felt cold making her skin break out in goosebumps and she felt her nipples stiffen immediately. But the only thing she cared for was the key. Taking a deep breath she started to dive for the key, grabbed it and came up again, breaking the water surface she saw a pair of smoothly shaved legs walk right to her recliner.

Holding on the key Susan drifted in the water watching Carol picking up the towel "my my... that's a room towel, they aren't supposed to be in the pool area, I better return it to housekeeping." Carol addressed Susan as if she hadn't noticed her before "Oh hi, Susan, nice to see you. You'll return that key to the men's locker where it belongs, I hope" with that she just walked off, leaving Susan swimming to the ladder naked and in terror. After climbing out of the pool, she checked the key that had a little blue number tag attached to it. Susan had to begrudgingly admire the locker number Carol had picked out for her.

Trying to be sneaky, Susan made her way to the men's locker room and opened the door carefully and slowly until she could stick her head in. There were sounds from the showers but the locker room seemed empty, so she pushed open the door some more until she could slide in through the small opening. Tiptoeing along the wall like a cat she silently moved along the lockers until she made it to 69, stuck the key in and opened the door with a creak that let her blood freeze. Standing naked in front of the open locker she turned her head anxiously peering towards the showers but nobody came out to check on her.

There was a large printed sign with a sticky note attached to it that read: "If you say anything in here, the video will go to the office, just hold this sign until you've fulfilled it." Susan read the sign, her mouth open in disbelief when she heard a deep voice from behind.

"Excuse me miss, either you or I are in the wrong room" said the man behind her, sounding pretty puzzled. He looked around, spotting the urinals, and back to her, seeing her standing perfectly still with her back to him, her blonde hair going over her shoulders. "Are you looking for someone?" he said.

Feeling her face turn beet red she just held the sign in front of her and turned around exposing her boobs to the stranger while covering her sex with the sign. It read "I am not allowed to say anything. Please take a picture of me kneeling in front of you kissing the tip of your cock."

The man tilted his head as he saw her turn around, looking at her face, seeing how embarrassed she looked. His eyes glanced down to the sign, and read it. A flurry of emotions crossed his face, wondering how on earth this woman ended up here, naked, asking for this. "A university student prank? She looks young enough. There's other men here in the shower, maybe it's their girlfriend doing this". He looked at the sign, read it again, and looked up at her.

Wanting to help the young woman get out of the predicament she was in, he nodded his head in agreement, wondering if this was really happening. He wanted to ask her if she was sure, if there was some other way he could help, but the sign said she's not allowed to say anything. His hands went down to his shorts, and his thumbs went under the shorts and briefs he was wearing, and he pulled his clothes down.

Seeing him drop his shorts Susan walked up to him and held out her phone which he took. She felt incredibly vulnerable and weak getting down on her knees in front of him and looked up at him. He was getting erect rapidly. His cock was rather big and stood out with a shiny bare head that looked like a mushroom head on a rather long and veiny stem. She finally grabbed his cock with one hand and leaned in closer, putting her lips on his cock to kiss him, she looked up and saw him taking pictures from various angles with her phone. When she was certain he had taken enough photos she got up.

"Excuse me miss, please take this", he said, sounding a touch guilty, handing her a towel that he had with him, wanting to help at least make her day a bit easier. Susan looked at him thankfully took the towel and wrapped it around her body covering herself again. She looked at him almost in tears, got up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek as a thank you before leaving the men's locker and heading into the women's door, locking herself in one of the bathroom stalls just sitting on the toilet catching her breath.

When she checked her phone she saw that the last message she had sent was one of the pictures to a number she didn't know. It showed her looking up while kneeling naked in front of a man, her slender fingers wrapped around what looked like a massive cock as she seemingly started swallowing the head. She texted Carol "The guy took one of the pictures for himself!" and just got a message reading "Send it to me as well!". Seeing that arguing her situation was futile, Susan simply did as she was told.

Soon after, a photo from Carol arrived, displaying a TV on a wall. Susan zoomed in on the picture, and her heart sank when she saw that it was a picture of her just about to enter the men's room - Susan, and the sign for the room visible. Another message from Carol arrived, "A problem has popped up in the security room - meet me down here so we can get the footage deleted. Basement level, on your right."

Thankful that she at least had a towel to preserve her modesty, Susan left the stall, one arm around her chest clutching the towel as if her life depended on it, and the other holding her phone. As she left, Susan bumped into a woman just entering the change rooms, drawing a judgmental look from her.

As she left the change rooms, Susan looked around sneakily, trying to avoid running into the man she met before. Seeing that the path to the elevator was clear, she rushed there, hitting the down button, hoping that no one was inside the elevator. She breathed a sigh of relief when the doors opened, and the elevator was empty. She entered the elevator, pressed the button for the basement, and tried not to look at her semi nude self in the three mirror walls of the elevator.

"Ding!" sounded the elevator as it reached the basement, and Susan looked around. Straight ahead of her were some signs, with the one for "Security" pointing right. She looked around, seeing no one, she tiptoed along trying to not draw any attention to herself, not making a sound.

She soon approached the Security office, and saw that Carol was there talking to one of the men on duty. He looked like the stereotypical security guard, late forties, balding bearded guy out of shape. Susan took a deep breath, and opened the door to the Security office. Carol turned and looked at Susan. "They really do leave room towels all around this hotel" she said, shaking her head as she walked over to Susan and matter of factly pulled the towel off Susans body who in turn tried to protect her modesty with her hand and arms.

"Stand up straight, with your arms beside you" came Carol's order that Susan didn't follow. Carol then neatly folded the towel up and put it on a chair near the door. After putting the towel down Carol approached Susan again, picking a pair of handcuffs from a table quickly pulling the younger woman's arms to her back, tying her wrists with the cuffs. Susan was exposed and stripped of her ability to cover herself.

The Security officer had watched Carol strip Susan naked in front of him, and he was now leaning back in his chair, admiring the rather beautiful young women in his office, gazing at her from head to toe. A slight smile on his face which grew a little bit as his eyes focused on her perky breasts, and erect nipples. "You're much more beautiful in person." he said, tilting his head towards the monitors in front of him, "though I guess the video will last longer than my memories will", a smirk crossing his face.

Carol's voice sounded soft but with a stingy tone to it when she encouraged him "Don't be so shy, Dan, just go ahead and show her how much you enjoy her beauty.". The man hesitated a little but reached for his belt and opened his pants, taking out and slowly stroking his growing cock right in front of Susan who felt her eyes widen as her humiliation grew.

She felt Carol's hair on her shoulder almost jumping when the older woman whispered an explanation in her ear. "Officer Dan here agreed to delete the videos of you sneaking around the hotel when we help him relax a little. Get down on your knees and don't even think about twitching regardless of what happens."

Susan was close to tears and terrified so she simply did what Carol asked her to do. Getting down on her knees was awkward with her hands cuffed behind her back. But finally she was kneeling in the middle of the office. Looking up she saw Carol had her phone pointed at her undoubtedly recording more video of her. Dan got up and stepped closer until she could feel the air from his arm quickly flapping back and forth while he masturbated looking down at her.