Vanessa's eyes slowly opened. A comforting, warm feeling enclosed her whole body. Remembering the final earth-shattering orgasm she had experienced while serving as the 'Red Rose Fuckpony' made her pussy tickle.
Some noise had torn her out of her memories. But she couldn't quite put that noise into context.
"Get out of the water, bitch!" Mark's loud, booming voice suddenly startled Vanessa explaining the noise she had heard before. "Didn't you understand me? I'm not gonna say it another time!"
He was standing in the door of the bathroom screaming at her. And apparently, he had been calling her for some time without getting a reaction.
"Fucking bitch! All the time, I need to chase after the stupid slut to make sure she gets to her job."
Mark's annoyed voice clearly told Vanessa that something was up.
"You've been in the tub for more than an hour now! Time to get ready or you'll be late." Mark continued.
Finally, it dawned on Vanessa. It was Friday. And Friday was a special day in the week of the 'Red Rose Whore'. It was the day she had to visit the law-office.
Stanton's agreement with Pavone included Vanessa visiting the law-office each Friday afternoon to serve as the office-whore for the partners. This was the reason why she had to get dressed earlier than the other days as she had to be at the law-office at 3 pm when all the secretaries were leaving for the weekend.
With all the hustle during her first week of turning tricks in the 'Red Rose Club' though, Vanessa had completely forgotten about it. And after her extensive bath, she was getting late. So she quickly got out of the tub.
Half an hour later, Vanessa was walking over the front yard of her apartment building with Mark at her side on their way to their car. She was wearing a white tube dress that ended right beneath the round mounds of her ass cheeks.
The dress was skintight hugging every curve of her body and showing it off in full glory.
Vanessa also wore a pair of white stockings that ended right below the dress. This way, the hem of each stocking was clearly visible increasing the slut factor of her slinky outfit another notch. Her feet stuck in the white vinyl stripper boots with large plateaus and 7" heels she had worn on her first day as hooker.
The dress was held up by a strap that ran around the back of her neck. At the front, it was cut out in a diamond form. This way her back, ass and hips were covered by the skintight, white material while her middle front was almost completely exposed.
Moreover, Vanessa wasn't allowed to wear any panties or bra beneath the dress which didn't help giving her outfit any decency at all!
Without a bra and panties, the big impressive inner halves of her luscious round melons were shown off to full effect – just like her deep cleavage and tattooed bellybutton. Meanwhile, her hips got dramatically emphasised by the tight material making them look extremely curvy.
Overall, it was an incredibly inviting sight for any man as the outfit left little to the imagination. The white colour sparkled in the sunlight making sure to catch anyone's attention – as if that would have been necessary.
This was definitely no dress to go to the office!
The sheer thought of walking into the office-building with all the secretaries leaving and seeing her dressed in this lewd outfit made Vanessa's skin crawl.
She remembered the day when she had been forced to crawl into the office kitchen getting degraded by all of her colleagues. Their faces had been full of disdain and scorn when they had spit right into her slutty face. It had been one of the worst days of her life.
At least, the secretaries had a confidentiality clause in their contract prohibiting them to talk about any events happening at the office. Still, there were several more companies situated in the building.
What if a secretary of another company saw her like this?
The members of the country club loved bringing their office-sluts to the club to show them off to their friends.
What if one of those secretaries had met her in the club before? What if she ran into a business-guy she knew from the club?
All these thoughts started running wild inside Vanessa's head on their way Downtown. The week turning tricks as the 'Red Rose Whore' had caused her to clench to her ice-queen persona even more than before.
She needed the admiring glances from the club members yearning to get their fingers at her luxurious body but fully knowing that they didn't stand a chance. She needed the snotty gossiping with her friends about the young office sluts desperately fishing for a wealthy business man.
It was her way to deal with the humiliations of her working days making her feel like the high-class trophy wife she had always been destined to become. It was the necessary equation to the slutty, whorish lifestyle she somehow had started to embrace. Vanessa needed both of these lives. She needed an equalized lady-whore-balance.
And there was still a chance to achieve the life as trophy wife she was craving for. But the risk of running into a country club member dressed in this trashy slut-outfit endangered everything.
The after-work rush hour threw a monkey-wrench in Vanessa's plans of getting into the law-office without attracting too much attention though. The heavy traffic forced Mark to drive around the block several times in search for a parking spot.
Finally, he found a place in a small side street. But it was several blocks away from the law-office at the outer edge of the Downtown area.
There was no way around it. Vanessa had to totter all the way through Downtown in her slutty outfit!
And as it was closing time, there were loads of potential club members - business-guys, bankers, lawyers – hurrying through the streets on their way home.
Vanessa hesitated for several moments uncertainly standing next to the car. Finally, a sharp slap landed on her barely covered left ass cheek.
"C'mon bitch! We know what a little attention whore you are! Mark commented his slap with a dry grin on his face. "Don't pretend you don't enjoy showing off your slutty body to all those men!"
Pleadingly, Vanessa looked at him. The short time she was standing in the side street had been enough to make three men stop in their tracks to take a good look at the slut. Mark simply grinned back enjoying her discomfort. Out of the blue, his grin widened.
"Just had a great idea!" he exclaimed. "You have to show your goods to all these wealthy business men anyway. So we can turn it into some promo for the club! Ain't too many money-waving, rich guys coming to the club yet."
Before Vanessa had a chance to fully comprehend Mark's words, he had walked to a dumpster that stood next to a house wall. There, he picked up a piece of cardboard that leaned against it.
Frozen to the ground, Vanessa watched him walking back up to her. She didn't sense anything good coming up to her.
Mark simply grabbed her handbag and pulled out her red lipstick. The next second, he started writing down some words on the cardboard. The way he held it though, Vanessa didn't have a chance to make out those words.
Finished with his writing, Mark started rummaging around in the glove compartment of their car. It felt like hours to Vanessa. Standing on the open street in her slutty, lewd outfit made her feel incredibly uneasy. She could sense any guy walking past giving her a check-over.
The urge to step back into the car and hide behind the door was overwhelming. Having to walk all the way to the office on the open street was bad enough. And doing any advertisement for the club was the last thing she wanted to do right then and there.
Finally, Mark had found what he was looking for – two paper clips. Completely lost in confusion, Vanessa watched him boring two holes into the upper edges of the cardboard. Then he threaded each paper clip through those holes.
Just when he stepped in front of Vanessa, she realized what he was up to.
"Please ...!" she instantly started begging as best as she could. "Please don't do this! I'm begging you!"
"Ooh, the little attention whore suddenly becoming all shy?" he mocked her. "You'll love the stir you'll cause, fuckslut!"
His taunting made Vanessa's discomfort only worse and she was about to throw a fit. She tried to get away from Mark, but he grabbed her hip with a tight grip giving her no chance to escape.
"No, no, no! You fucking bastard let me go!" was all Vanessa screamed while she gave her best effort to wrestle out of Mark's grip.
A slap to her face shut her up instantly.
"Don't act like a prissy lady and behave like the cheap whore you are!" Mark hissed into her face getting mad at her. "You don't want me to push you on all fours and walk you through Downtown like a stupid dogbitch, do you?"
His words immediately snapped Vanessa out of her tantrum making her keep still. He wouldn't do that, would he?
Looking into his stern eyes, Vanessa realized that he was definitely capable of putting his threat into action and he would enjoy it tremendously. So he let him have his way. It couldn't be any worse than his thread.
"Guess I deserve a pay raise for that idea!" Mark exclaimed when he had finished his work. "This slut-ad will be the talk of the town for the next week."
Taking a step back he enjoyed the 'slut-ad' he had just created. He had pushed the white skintight material covering Vanessa's ample tits to the sides to expose her nipples. Then he had fastened each paper clip to one of her silver nipple rings.
This way, the cardboard dangled off the slut's big, ripe melons right in front of Vanessa's belly. It basically filled the diamond cut-out of her dress.
"Looks like a perfect fit to that dress." Mark exclaimed impressed by his own work.
Shudders ran up and down Vanessa's spine when she looked down herself. Finally, she could read what Mark had written onto the cardboard. Big, broad red letters jumped at her making her knees buckle.
FUCK THE DUMBSLUT
IN THE 'RED ROSE CLUB'
With her slutty outfit and high stripper platform boots, there was no way for her to look more out of place. Vanessa felt totally exposed. Running down the street bare naked couldn't make her look more like a cheap skank. Her long dark red stiletto fingernails and heavy make-up only added to her trashy appearance.
