This is my first story. I plan to write this in three parts.
Part I is mostly set up with some ENF/ Humiliation towards the end. Bear with me because it will get significantly better! Part II will introduce a couple new characters and will have much more ENF and humiliation. Part III will be the finale and will have constant ENF and Humiliation for all our heroines.
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Prologue/ Overture
In chaos theory, the butterfly effect--or ripple effect--is the sensitive dependence on initial conditions in which a small change in one state of a deterministic, nonlinear system can result in large differences in a later state. A ripple effect occurs when an initial disturbance to a system propagates outward to disturb an increasingly larger portion of the system, like ripples expanding across the water when an object is dropped into it.
Kelly Miller sat at her computer staring at the nude images in front of her.
The pictures were obscene. Not a single part of the girl was left unexposed. The first shot showed a fit woman's body fully nude from the neck down, spreading her legs and arching her back for the camera. The second image showed a close up of the girl's shaved pussy, its pink lips slightly parted, offering a slight opening only obscured by the clear fluids dripping out of the awaiting abyss. The third shot gave viewers an intimate demonstration of two wide open holes as the woman's butt stretched towards the camera, practically jumping out of the screen. Every small wrinkle, every small hair, and every small goose-bump or freckle obscenely visible in thousands of pixels.
The pictures were online. These particular images that Kelly was viewing were on a popular OnlyFans account. However, similar images and videos of the same woman had been posted on Reddit and on other sites in an attempt to garner support and advertise for the owner's subscription service. The images and videos had tens of thousands of upvotes across Reddit and any Joe-Schmoe with a cell-phone or computer could access all but the most extreme sets for free.
The pictures were of her.
Several months ago, Kelly would have been traumatized by even a picture of her in her underwear being posted online. In fact, while in college, one of her friends posted a picture on Facebook of Kelly and her friends celebrating a fun night out at the bars, oblivious to the fact that the image showed Kelly seated at the booth with her legs parted just wide enough to show the pink panties she had worn under her black dress. Kelly was able to convince her friend to take the image down the next day, but not before the post received over 100 likes and was spread around her group of guy friends.
Several months ago, Kelly would have laughed at the idea of her willingly posting explicit pictures of herself online for anyone to see. She was not necessarily a prude, but she generally dressed conservatively and only let a select few close intimate partners see her naked--and she'd never send them pictures no matter how much they begged for worry of them being leaked. Unfortunately for Kelly, she had chosen to focus on her academics over romance and had not had a serious boyfriend in years.
Several months ago, Kelly was a doctoral candidate working on her thesis in the program of her dreams. Her hard-work and studies, graduating summa cum laude with a dual degree in economics and mathematics from Stanford several years prior, had but her on the path to a rewarding career. She eventually planned to leverage her doctorate in mathematics into working at a big bank in San Francisco, where many of her close friends worked.
But that was several months ago. That was before the Springhurst Colorado Incident.
The Springhurst Colorado Incident, as the media and internet termed it, or "the day that will live in infamy" as Kelly had become accustomed to calling it, was such a bizarre chain of events that Kelly had to laugh every time it came up in order not to cry. The media drummed up the absurdity of it all, turning into an international frenzy, making it go viral, and creating the story of the Summer. Outside of the Reds going on a 49-game winning streak after starting 4-23, nothing was discussed more during the Summer of 2022 than the Springhurst Incident. You would have had to have been living under a rock in the Summer of 2022 to not be familiar with the Springhurst Incident, as every warm-blooded male in the Western hemisphere had spent hours intimately studying the events that took place on that day.
Kelly replayed the events of that day in her head as she had done hundreds of times before, wondering what went wrong and how such a seemingly small disturbance, or ripple, could have created such widespread humiliation.
Act 1, Scene 1--A Stroke of Bad Luck
The weekend was going to be one for the books. Kelly had flown to Denver to celebrate her best friend Madison's bachelorette weekend. From Denver, she rented a car and drove several hours to an exclusive golf and ski resort in the Mountains where she met up with Madison and the two other members of the party, Alyssa and Katerina, who had flown in from California in Madison's family jet.
All four girls had met in college at Stanford and had been close ever since. Madison was the daughter of a Silicon Valley tech billionaire. Her father had invested in several start ups including Yahoo, Google, and Amazon in the late 90s and had cashed in well. Although she was extremely privileged, she was fun and energetic, and was always nice to Kelly, which is why her and Kelly had become close friends.
Occasionally, Madison would have an elitist, entitled, bitchy streak, but their two other friends, Alyssa and Katerina, were always there to calm her down. Alyssa and Katerina were attorney's in San Francisco and were the rocks that kept the group together. While Madison was the leader of the group, Alyssa and Katerina were the pair that kept Madison in line. They were probably the only two people in the world who could.
If Alyssa and Katerina had not been attorneys, they could have easily made it as supermodels--Alyssa had the perfect tall, blonde frame ideal for the runway while Katerina was an Eastern European/ Turkish goddess. They were two of the most supportive, Type-A girl boss people Kelly had ever met and loved how supportive they were of all her endeavor's. Kelly probably would have settled for some standard bank job out of college if they hadn't encouraged her to get her doctorates in mathematics, promising that they would use their connections at Goldman Sachs SF to get Kelly a high-level position once she was done.
So far, the bachelorette weekend had been perfect. They had spent Thursday lounging around the resort, being pampered at the spa and teasing the pool boys that would bring them their numerous drinks by the pool. Kelly didn't like to show off, but she had to admit that she got a thrill watching the fresh-out-of-high-school boys stammer as she adjusted her bikini while ordering her next mojito. She was extremely careful not to let anything slip out and checked that her bikini was properly in place every time one of the boys would check on her.
Alyssa and Katerina had probably teased the boys a little too much, but they received good service and the boys received a good tip when Madison managed to untie Alyssa's bikini bottoms as they left.
"At least you remembered to shave!" Katerina yelled as Alyssa ran bottomless past the pool attendants.
"Anyone who manages to spank her gets these bottoms as a reward!" yelled Madison, causing Alyssa to cover her ass, inadvertently giving the boys an unobstructed view of her glistening pink pussy. One of the pool boys managed to land a hard smack on Alyssa's bare bottom and eagerly claimed the worn bottoms as a prize.
These types of pranks were common amongst the four girls, but never in public. It seemed like the alcohol and excitement of the bachelorette weekend had taken things up a level.
Today, their plan was to play golf at the PGA level course at the resort and then take the jet down to Las Vegas to spend the Friday and Saturday nights getting bottle service at the hottest clubs on the strip.
