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Grace's Hard Lessons
by darkavenger
(M/f, humiliation, public, D/s, exhib) )
Based on the unfinished story Janet's Hard Lessons by James Dawson,
this is a tale containing themes of non-consensual sex where
attractive women, innocent or otherwise, are forced into circumstances
where they are taken advantage of by men. If you are underaged or find
such themes offensive, go no further. Please send comments to
darkavengernospam at tokyo.com (delete nospam from the address).
Chapter Fourteen
It was the next morning. With some trepidation, Grace got out of her bed upon
hearing the chime of the doorbell.
The previous night, when she returned back to her hotel room, she had realized
that all her clothes had been removed from her wardrobe, including her sleeping
clothes. In their place was a single nightgown. There was a piece of paper and
an instruction on the paper that her office clothes for the next day would only
be delivered in the morning, and that she had to go to bed dressed only in the
nightgown, and to answer the door the next morning only in the nightgown. Grace
wondered what devilish scheme Royston had hatched now, as usually her clothes
that she was to wear for a given day would have been delivered to her room the
night before. Examining the sleeping gown, she could guess. The gown went to a
few inches above her knees, which was fine. But it was white and the material
was light and thin, to the extent that it was translucent. When she tried it on
and looked at herself in the mirror, her skin was visible under the diaphanous
material, and the darker color of her nipples were very clearly visible.
It was this very nightgown this morning which she had on her, as she went to
open the door of her hotel room. Looking through the peep-hole, she saw the
bellboy standing outside the corridor, the same one who had been delivering her
clothes every day. Taking in a deep breath to brace herself, she unlocked the
door and opened it.
"Good morning, Miss - " the bellboy stopped short in mid-sentence, his eyes
mesmerized by the sight of the attractive young lady in the see-through sleeping
gown.
Grace quickly invited him into the room to avoid anyone else seeing her in the
gown. The bellboy brought in a suiter and paper bag, hanging the suiter on the
door to her wardrobe, and handing over the paper bag to Grace.
"There's this envelope too, Miss" said the bellboy. Grace noticed for the first
time that his name tag said Steve. Grace's face felt a little hot as she also
noticed that he bellboy, who was in his late teens, was staring at her chest.
Indeed, Steve could not stop himself from staring at the pointy nipples poking
out through the front of her white nightgown.
Grace read the note in the envelope. The instructions told her that there were
three sets of g-strings in the paper bag, and she was to try out all three in
front of the bellboy and let him choose which one she would wear to the office
today. Again, there was a warning that failure to comply would result in
"consequences".
Grace looked up at Steve. He only smiled. Grace had hoped that he was going to
leave after handing over the stuff to her, but her hopes were dashed when he
remained standing there. He was expecting something - and it wasn't just a tip.
Taking the paper bag into the bathroom, Grace locked the door, and emptied the
contents. There was a purple g-string, a pink g-string and a blue g-string. She
decided to go first with the blue g-string. As she pulled it up to her hips,
Grace realized that the bra was not in the paper bag. Opening the door slightly,
she peered out, and saw Steve waiting expectantly outside. "Umm... Steve, where
is the bra that goes with the panties?"
"Oh. Everything is in the bag and suiter. There is nothing else. Do you want me
to look in the suiter?"
"Um... sure.." replied Grace, keeping the door slightly ajar.
"Sorry, there's no bra in here either."
"Alright, nevermind" replied Grace, as she closed the door and locked it. "Damn
it..." muttered Grace. It was one of those days she was not given a bra to wear.
The last occasion was on the day she had to take the public bus to the
photography studio with Royston, and then go to the shopping mall. She didn't
have to go to the office that day though - it felt a lot weirder when she was
bra-less in the office where she knew everybody and everybody knew her, quite
unlike in a public place where nobody knew who she was.
Still she wasn't going to model the g-string in front of the bellboy wearing
nothing else under her translucent nightgown. Picking up the bra that she wore
yesterday, she put that on. Rather than having to lift up her nightgown to let
Steve see her g-string, she chose to take off the gown completely.
Finally, Grace opened the bathroom door, and stepped out. Steve was sitting down
on the side of her bed - uninvited !
His grin was from ear-to-ear as he watched Grace walking barefeet across the
room to a spot about six or seven feet away from him. Steve thought, "Awesome!
This is SO much better than the last time!!" Indeed, the previous week, Grace
had to model her office clothes for him to choose the top and the bottom pieces
that she was to wear to work. This time round, she was clad only in bra and
panties!
Grace stood in front of him, looking at him directly with a hint of annoyance in
her eyes, but Steve was too busy staring to care. His eyes took in her supple
skin on her lean frame, traveling up her flat stomach and sexy navel stud, to
her perky bra-encased tits, prominent collar bones, and then down again to the
g-string she was wearing and the bare legs. Very quickly, his grin had turned
into the slightly open mouth of a dumbstruck school-boy, as it dawned upon him
this sexy female body was standing so closely to him, clad in only her undies!
"Well?" said Grace, with a slight impatient edge to her voice. While the feeling
of humiliation was still there, since she had no choice but to pose for this guy
who was years younger than her; for some reason, she did not feel the same
feeling of vulnerability, and fear of exposure, as before. Perhaps her
experience at the shopping mall had been worse that she was now numb to this.
Back there, Nakamori had her pose first in a most degrading leather harness,
model a revealing evening dress in a very public location with so many
bystanders, show her breasts to a bunch of pesky boys, and finally pose nude in
the men's toilet. This is relatively safe now for her in her hotel room, with
only one person that would see her in this state of undress.
"Can I show you the next one now?" Grace said. Steve swallowed, as his mind
started to process the interruption to his overwhelmed sense of sight. His eyes
darted up from the front of her g-string to meet her eyes. Finding his tongue,
he said, "Very nice.... ". Grinning again, he said, "Could you turn around so I
could see the back?"
Grace slowly turned around, enduring the humiliation of having to do this in
front of the bellboy, knowing he was enjoying seeing her in the g-string.
As Grace turned around to show Steve her ass, Steve's eyes nearly popped out
from his head. He felt his cock growing uncomfortably hard in his pants. Grace's
ass was almost completely bare for him to see! There was only a very narrow
strip of cloth, not more than half an inch across, that covered the crack of her
ass - and he was sure from behind he could already see the fuzz of her pubic
hair peeking in her crotch with only that tiny strip covering her pussy.
"Shit..." he muttered, not believing the amazing view he was getting.
Grace turned around to face him again. "Alright, I'm going to change to the next
one," she said, and walked back to the bathroom, and shut the door. She could
feel herself getting flustered. Her neck was feeling hot with embarrassment and
anger from having this guy stare at her while she paraded around like a cheap
slut. Grace told herself, just get it over and done with.
She took off the blue g-string and picked up the pink g-string. Just as she was
about to put it on, Grace noticed that the crotch area of the panel, right over
where her pussy would be, had a tiny spot which was slightly darker in color
than the rest of the material. What is it? She touched it with her finger, but
couldn't decide why it was like that. It couldn't be a defect in the garment
could it?
A minute later, Grace came out again, wearing the pink g-string. Returning to
the spot in front of Steve, she turned her body a few times, holding it there
for a few seconds each time. She noticed that Steve's eyebrows was really raised
high now, as she pirouetted for him, showing him the front and back of the
g-string. Unlike the previous one which had a very narrow strip as the back
panel, this one literally had a string starting from roughly the halfway mark
between where her pussy and anus was. This string separated Grace's ass cheeks
and left nothing else to the imagination.
Grace turned back to face Steve, and asked him, "Well?". Then she saw. To her
horror, Steve had a huge tent in his pants as he sat there on her bed. He was
sporting a full hard-on.
"Very very good...." said Steve, as he mustered a few feeble claps, not noticing
the expression on Grace's face, as he was still staring at how well the
underwear hugged her pelvic area, showing yet hiding every curve and crevice.
"Can I show you the last one now?" said Grace.
"No wait.. not so fast..." said Steve.
Grace paused in her tracks. She wasn't expecting him to take control. Wait a
minute. He's not taking control. He's just objecting, she told herself.
Steve grinned, seemingly still oblivious to the huge tent in his pants and the
embarrassment he was causing to Grace who tried to avoid looking at it.
"Stand there and face me," he said. Grace crossed her arms defensively, facing
him directly but with her weight on one leg, trying to come across that standing
in front of a guy she hardly new in only underwear was an everyday thing for
her.
"I think you need to wear it higher." Steve said.
"What?"
"I said I think you need to wear it higher." Steve repeated.
"No, it's right." Grace said.
"No, wear it higher." Steve stressed.
Grace pulled the top of her g-string slightly higher up her hips. She could see
the look of lust on Steve's face now.
Steve on the other hand was staring intently at her crotch as Grace pulled her
g-string higher. Perfect! He could see the camel-toe now - the shape of her
pussy lips !
"Oh my god," said Grace, as she saw Steve adjust the bulge in his pants with his
hand. She suddenly realized what the spot on her g-string was. The spot which
was right over where her pussy is at the moment. It was his pre-cum!
Before Steve brought the g-strings to her room, he had been examining them in
his own privacy. Knowing that she was going to be trying on the different
g-strings, he had masturbated and rubbed his cock with the panties. Poking the
tip of his hard cock into the crotch area of the three pairs of the underwear
where he thought Grace's pussy would be in half an hour, he had gotten his
pre-cum there. The spot was darker pink because the material was slightly damp
from the pre-cum that came from touching the tip of his erect cock.
"You pervert!" Grace strode off into the bathroom.
Grace picked up the blue g-string that she had just worn a few moments ago. It
had the same spot, but she didn't see it the first time as blue was a darker
color. She picked up the third and last g-string, the purple one. Yes, this also
had a tiny damp spot. Grace was annoyed that she had worn two pairs of panties
in the last five minutes with some guy's pre-cum smeared right over where her
pussy was. Taking a towel from the rack, Grace wet it with tap water, and
proceeded to wipe off the crotch area of the purple g-string. Suddenly
remembering that one could get pregnant from pre-cum, she also used some wet
tissue paper to gently wipe her pussy lips.
Picking up the purple g-string, she realized that there was now a large damp
spot because she wiped it. She put on the g-string, unlocked the door and
stepped out for her final catwalk.
Like the second g-string, the purple g-string was basically a string behind, but
this came with a little heart shape trinket that linked to the waist string. The
pink g-string though, looked tinier in the area it covered, than the purple from
the front. After making Grace turn her body a few rounds in front of him, Steve
looked like he was still undecided about which of the three he would pick for
Grace to wear.
"Please decide quickly, I don't want to be late for work, or I'll get into
trouble," pleaded Grace.
"Well change back to the pink one. And if you don't want to be late, you can
save some time by changing in front of me," said Steve.
"What?" said Grace incredulously. Then she saw the note lying on the bed next to
Steve. Shit, he read the note!
The note did say that Grace was to change in front of the bellboy. Grace's heart
sank, as she realized she was once again made to perform an act of immodesty.
Steve felt his mouth water as Grace's fingers slowly hooked under the waist
string of her panties, and pulled it gently down. It was like a slow-motion
picture as the tiny garment revealed the top of her pubic hair, and then all of
the magnificence of her pubic area was unveiled to him with the purple g-string
strung around her upper thighs like the petals of a flower inviting the admirer
to come closer up to the center. Then her fingers hooked it down to the knees,
as she bent forward to do this. The rolled-up panties hung forlornly at
half-mast for an instant, before she lifted one ankle off the ground, and using
the same fingers to hold on to the panties, one leg slid up through the
underwear to free her ankle, with her knee bending inward to protect her
modesty. Then she repeated with the other leg, and the g-string was off totally.
Grace did not stop to look at Steve, who was very much enjoying the view of her
naked bottom half. She quickly picked up the pink g-string and put it on. Grace
pulled the undies up quickly to her hip so that she could minimize the amount of
time her pussy was exposed to Steve's eyes. Then she suddenly remembered that
she had not wiped the crotch of the g-string after realizing that Steve had
masturbated in it and rubbed his pre-cum into the crotch area. Too late!
Grace stood there, her face flushed.
"Marvellous! Let's go for the pink one!" he said.
"Thank you Sir, " Grace said absent-mindedly, walking toward the suiter to fetch
the office clothes she would wear. She realized that she had called him Sir! He
was supposed to address her as Miss or Ma'am as she was a hotel guest!
"You're welcome Grace," said Steve. Obviously reluctant to leave, he excused
himself, as he had spent too much time delivering the stuff to her room already.
Grace was elated to see him leave of course, so that she could wash-up and
prepare to go to work.
Half an hour later, Grace was standing in front of the mirror in her room, in a
black v-cut jacket, and short black skirt, her make-up applied. If Grace tried
to bend forward as much as forty-five degrees, a person sitting on her bed could
see her pink g-string - that was how short the skirt was. And there was no bra.
AND no top! Just a jacket. Grace could hardly believe it. It was like she was
one of the models on the Fashion TV channel - one of the models on the catwalk
who would wear a daring low-cut jacket - and nothing else underneath. How could
Royston make her go to the office wearing this?
Knowing it was useless to sigh, Grace left her room to go to work.
Unknown to her, only two minutes after Grace left, Steve came back into her
room, and entered her bathroom. Picking up the panties and bra that Grace was
wearing the day before, he inhaled deeply. Steve dropped his pants, and his
already hard cock grew fully erect as he recalled the fresh images of Grace
posing in the various g-strings in front of him. Stroking his hard cock, he then
picked up the blue g-string and purple g-string. These lucky undies were just
next to her pussy recently! Sniffing it madly, he picked up the pace of his hand
working his schlong. "You smell nice, Grace.... Your pussy smells sooo nice...
Ohhh Gawd...." The bellboy quickly grabbed the bottle of bathing lotion on the
bath-tub and opened it. The mental image of Grace's little ass in that pink
g-string and her little dance as she peeled off her panties to show him his
pussy pushed him off the edge.
"AHHHHHH...FFUUCK!!!" he cried as he ejaculated, aiming into the bottle.
"Fuck...." Steve swore as his sperm came out in truckloads, courtesy of Grace.
Moments later, he capped it back, wiped off the remnants with the g-strings, and
placed the bathing lotion back on the bath-tub. Steve would get excited much of
the day thinking about how Grace would be rubbing his cum all over her body when
she returned that night and showered, thinking the milky-white viscous liquid
was just the bathing lotion.
**
Grace and Royston were in a posh office tower about twenty minutes away from
their office. She and Royston, who was smartly dressed in a business suit, were
waiting for the elevator to bring them to a client's office for their eleven
o'clock appointment.
Grace was dressed in a deep v-cut jacket. Her eyeshadow was dark, and her
eyeliner and mascara heavily applied, giving her the smouldering eyes look. She
felt like she was one of those Valentino models in the female glamor magazines -
those wearing office clothes that ordinary people would never ever wear to work.
Under the v-cut jacket, she was not wearing a top, and not wearing a bra.
Ordinary people never look like this going to work, only those models in those
ads. Yet she was dressed like this because she had to - these were the clothes
that were delivered to her hotel room that morning by the bellboy.
"Now, you've met Mr Sorag last year before," said Royston to Grace.
Grace nodded in reply, "Yes I have." In one arm, Grace carried a document
folder, while Royston carried his briefcase.
"Good. I think he likes you, since he asked about you. That's why I am bringing
you for this deal. Here, why don't you carry this too."
Royston handed her his briefcase, in addition to the folder she was already
carrying. Grace had both her hands full as the duo stepped into the elevator
which had just arrived. It seems clear to her that Royston did not bring her to
this meeting to talk, but just to look pretty.
As she watched the floor indicator going up, Grace felt Royston's hand under her
jacket. Instinctively she wanted to pull-back, but stopped herself, knowing the
consequences if she disobeyed Royston's instruction that her tits were to be
available at all times when she was with him and nobody was watching.
Grace felt her nipples stiffen between Royston's thumb and forefinger. A shiver
of unbidden pleasure traveled down her spine like an electric jolt as her
realization at her own helplessness struck her. There she was standing in the
elevator, allowing her colleague to roll her nipples with his fingers, as if it
was as normal as them just having a conversation in the elevator.
"Oh wait, even better.." Royston rummaged in Grace's purse, and found her
lipstick. Shifting himself to stand behind her, he lifted the back of her jacket
up.
"What are you doing??" Grace protested in a panic.
"Don't move," replied Royston.
Through the reflection of the mirror in the elevator, Grace could see Royston
using the lipstick to write on her back.
First it was the letter S.
Royston started to talk to her, as he went on to the next letter. "This time
round when you meet Mr Sorag, I want you to flirt with him."
The lipstick continued writing... it was a L next.
Royston said, "Smile at him every time he looks at you. Wink, touch your hair,
bat your lashes, whatever."
Then a U.
"If I don't feel you doing your best to flirt with him, I will be switching on
that vibrator in your pussy," Royston commented.
Then a T.
SLUT. In big letters on her bare back. Royston then let the jacket drop back
down. Just in time.
"Twenty-second floor", the disembodied female voice that was the elevator
announced the arrival of the floor they were going to. The doors opened,
directly into a brightly lit reception area.
As Grace walked into the client's office, carrying Royston's briefcase, the
document folder, not to mention her purse, she felt that she had really become
Royston's personal assistant. No, it was worse, she told herself. She was much
lower than a personal assistant.
The client they were meeting, Mr Sorag was already waiting at the reception for
them. Mr Sorag exchanged greetings with Royston, then turned his attention to
his young, pretty companion.
"Grace! Very nice to see you again!" the portly Thai businessman said.
"Yes, my pleasure to see you again Mr Sorag," said Grace effusively.
"I like your new look!" proclaimed Mr Sorag. As she shook hands with him, she
gave him a big warm smile, remembering Royston's threat. Simultaneously, she
felt a sense of disgust with herself, that she had the words SLUT spelt in big
caps on her back.
Walking from the reception to the meeting room, Grace and Royston walked past
several people. They both smiled at everyone of course. Even if it were hidden
from view below her clothes, she felt as if everyone could see the accusing
title emblazoned on her back, spelling out her new status in life.
Sitting down in the meeting room, Grace felt no better.
Grace crossed her legs under the glass table, noticing how Mr Sorag at once
glanced at her legs for a split second before turning his attention to the
proposal that Royston had placed in front of him. Each time Mr Sorag client
looked at her, she imagined that he could see the underwear she was wearing or
not wearing. Perhaps it had to do with the events of the morning when she found
herself, to her shame, having to pose in her underwear for the bellboy.
For the rest of the meeting, Royston would turn on the vibrator when he felt she
was not trying hard enough to flirt with Mr Sorag, like he told her too. The
first time Royston turned it on, she quickly crossed her legs, afraid that Mr
Sorag would hear the buzzing noise that she could hear. Upon crossing her legs,
she realized that the sensation was even more intense. Luckily it was only for a
few seconds, for when she caught Mr Sorag's attention, she had quickly flashed
him a cryptic smile, and immediately Royston had turned it off. The second time
the vibrator turned on, Grace leaned forward, breathing in deeply, and Mr Sorag
immediately looked at her. Again the vibrator stopped as she realized that by
leaning forward, her jacket was falling forward slightly, showing a little
cleavage. The third time the vibrator went on, Grace's legs were crossed.
Grace was thinking - what the hell does Royston want? When her legs were
uncrossed, he turned the vibrator on! Now does he want her to uncross them? Oh
god, the vibrations just feel so much more intense with her legs crossed - Grace
uncrossed her legs slowly, looking straight at Mr Sorag, feeling a little
contradicted as to whether she was hoping to catch his attention or not. It did.
As his eyes moved to look into hers, she tried to add on to what Royston just
said in his sales pitch. "We can offer you much more than other companies can,
Mr Sorag," Grace said, trying not to squirm in her seat from the maddening
sensation emanating from her crotch.
Grace could feel her body starting to betray her. Her pussy was like a velvet
glove snuggly fitted around the smooth vibrating object, which was buzzing like
mad. As an instinctive response to the rapid vibrations, the heady feeling of
sexual arousal was swelling in her pubic region as blood flowed to her young
reproductive organs. Her breathing became shallow and fast. Tiny tremors were
starting to emerge from the depths of her vagina walls in some kind of echo
response to the object vibrating away gleefully in her drenched cunt. She felt
her face flush slightly, as she prayed that this little show of her bare legs
had met with Royston's approval and that he would turn off the vibrator.
Mr Sorag appeared to be considering what Grace had just said. Then he flashed a
smile in return, and said, "Yes, I hope so."
Grace smiled back, and inside she had felt a perplexing mix of two emotions.
First she heaved a silent sigh of relief as the vibrator in her pussy died down.
At the same time, she felt a sense of self-loathing, remembering the word SLUT
written in lipstick on her back as she flirted with Mr Sorag.
Royston smiled too, and added, "If there are any details which you would like us
to explain to you again Mr Sorag, I'm sure Grace would be more than happy to do
that over drinks with you. Won't you Grace?"
Grace replied with her sweetest smile, "It would be my pleasure to, Mr Sorag..."
"Excellent! We'll be in touch," said the Thai businessman, concluding the
meeting.
- Author's note: If you have any messages for Grace, please leave them
at grace_slut at hotmail. -
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