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Grace's Hard Lessons
by darkavenger
(M+/F, nc, humiliation, coercion)
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@tokyo.com (delete nospam from the address).
Chapter Two
Grace shifted uneasily in the bright light. As instructed she was
attending this black tie event with Royston, dressed in the gown that
was on her hotel bed when she checked into her room. The gown was
sheer but had lace throughout which made it very sexy indeed. There
were also a cream colored half-cup bra and thong panties and a note
telling her to wear those.
While she had some doubts of whether she trusted Royston, the thought
of jail time quickly convinced her that she had no choice. Besides,
given the black colored garment, it would not reveal much below, she
convinced herself. And so, she had her hair done, and turned up at the
five star hotel as instructed. To her surprise she saw the many bright
lights and photographers at the event.
Finding Royston quickly, she approached him, and when he offered his
arm, she linked her arm with his. "Good evening, Ro—sir… " she greeted
him. Although she did not like him much, he was a familiar figure and
a person to hide behind the bright lights. Royston looked at his
escort, his cock twitching in his pants as he could see much of her
slender frame through the almost transparent gown under the strong
light.
"Good evening Mr Ko," Royston greeted one of the department heads at
the cocktail reception, Grace following a step behind, hanging onto
his arm, trying not to be self conscious, even as she felt all eyes
were on her.
"My god, Grace, you look fabulous," marveled Mr Ko, his lusty eyes
scanned the beautiful young executive – the sheer material revealing
almost all the charms of this slim young thing.
Grace felt her face turn red, as she was almost sure her nipples were
poking out of the thin bra. "Thank you sir.."
"Royston said he finally found someone who could wear the this number,
but I didn't think it was you! You know, this is the gown that Natalie
Portman wore a few months ago… the famous one…" Mr Ko said, his eyes
wide-open.
"Yes, Mr Ko, when I asked Grace if she could do it, she jumped to the
challenge immediately.. she'll be with me at Mr Nakamori's table, "
said Royston.
"Well good for you Royston… I'll leave you to entertain the lovely
lady then…" Mr Ko smiled and took his leave.
Finally Grace was able to figure out that Mr Nakamori, a famous
Japanese designer, had designed the gown. She also guessed that
Nakamori was an important client to whatever deal or project Royston
was on. Reaching their table, Grace was introduced to him by Royston.
The well-dressed man was in his mid-forties, had a deep tan and low
rumbling voice that suggested he was a heavy drinker.
Nakamori made some small talk at first – exchanging the usual
pleasantries about weather, work and so on. But then he started asking
Grace if she was a person who enjoyed the limelight, if she liked
being different and if she was an ‘exhibitionist'. (She was sure
whatever he meant was not translated quite accurately from Japanese to
English).
"So you like attention Grace?" he asked.
"Yes I love attention Mr Nakamori," she replied. Grace was mindful of
that fact that Royston asked her to agree with whatever this important
client said.
Halfway through dinner, Nakamori spoke to Royston in Japanese, and
then Royston turned to her, "Grace, Nakamori-san told me that the gown
was designed for the sexiest ladies he had ever met, and that you are
definitely one of them."
Grace smiled politely at the compliment, and nodded at Nakamori in
acknowledgement, who tipped his glass in response.
"However, " Royston continued with a sly grin on his face, "he also
said that the sexiest ladies go without a bra and that's how he
designed the gown. Grace, I need you to go to the ladies and remove
your bra, put it in your handbag and come back here."
Grace baulked at Roy's instruction, but did not dare refuse openly.
She tried to bargain, and plead with Roy, but he reminded her of the
fact that she had signed a contract stating that she would follow the
company's instructions including how she was to dress exactly. After
some coaxing and coercion by Royston, she took a deep breath – it
wouldn't be that bad would it? She excused herself from the table and
went to the ladies. Several minutes later, she returned.
To her surprise, Nakamori clapped his hands when Grace returned to the
table. "Bravo!" he applauded, in admiration of the girl who's perky
breasts and nipples were visible under the sheer material of the gown.
He ignored the fact the poor girl's face had turned bright red from
the unwanted attention. Turning to Royston he spoke, not in a very
loud voice but Grace could just make out the words. She was surprised
that he could speak English rather fluently, if with a strong Japanese
accent. "I like her fresh look Roy. Not much modelling experience but
she will do. Make sure she come to Joe's on Thursday… make it 3pm."
Grace did not know what that meant. Anyway, she pretended to eat her
dinner, acting cool amidst the smiles and nods at the table from the
men and the women. She knew that secretly the men were staring at her
bosom when they thought she wasn't looking.
Royston replied with a slight bow of his head, "Of course,
Nakamori-san. We will be there. And she will be ready."
With that, Royston turned his gaze back to young Grace who was trying
to eat her salad and pretend to be oblivious to the stares from
around. His cock stirred as he watched the outline of her body through
the translucent material, and thought about what would happen at the
photography shoot on Thursday. Grace will be made to wear skimpy
swimwear, and have her photographs taken by a professional
photographer who worked for Nakamori and specialized in taking
pictures for a very special audience. Royston himself had seen some of
the pictures taken of other models. The girl would first be made to
pose in a variety of titillating swimming costumes or slutty outfits
in tantalizing positions. Then it would graduate to a series of
bondage themed poses – the girl will be tied or cuffed, sometimes
gagged or blindfolded. Nakamori's favorite is to take pictures of
hapless girls who are unsuspecting or for various reasons, cannot
resist for fear of offending him. He loved to tie them up, and whip
them, especially the beautiful ones.
Royston's erection grew hard as he knew that the photo studio would at
any point of time also have four video cameras recording the
unsuspecting Grace from every angle, including the changing room. For
his part in this, Royston would get a free video recording of the
whole proceedings. But before that, there was some preparation to be
done before Thursday. Grace was haughty and headstrong, and would not
take to following instructions easily. First she needed to be
trained, broken. Perhaps a few blowjobs around the office would do the
trick.
***
The next morning, half the office was buzzing with hot gossip, and the
other half promptly found out within an hour.
Grace overheard a conversation outside the pantry.
"Did you hear what Grace from Shih's department was wearing last night
to the function?" one man said to the other.
"Yeah, I heard she was practically naked and everyone could see what
underwear she was wearing!" the other man said. On hearing that,
Grace's face felt burning hot, and she decided against getting a
coffee from the pantry after all. But not before she heard the first
man's reply, "Are you sure she was wearing any? Hahaha…"
In the ladies restroom, Grace again interrupted a conversation between
two secretaries. "Did you see Grace's skirt today?" one had just said
to the other, the sound of tap water running.
Grace turned red as she opened the door of her cubicle and walked out
in her stiletto heels to the washbasin. The secretaries disappeared
quickly.
Grace looked at herself in the mirror… she was wearing a business suit
like any other day, except that today, the skirt was a good five
inches shorter than usual, making it easily the shortest micro skirt
in the office. If she bent over, she would be flashing her panties.
That attire what was on her hotel bed last evening when she followed
Roy's instructions and checked in. That, and the four inch stiletto
heels, a black sleeveless blouse, red bra and g-string. So this
morning, that was what she came to work in. Rumors started flying
around, as the men fantasized and the women became jealous of the
attention. Some said that she had become desperate or men hungry or is
seeking attention. Others commented on how slutty her outfit was and
how unprofessional it was to wear it to office.
At about 10am, Grace got a call from Royston. "Grace, please come to
my office please."
As Grace walked up the staircase across the foyer that led to
Royston's office, she was feeling very self-conscious – many of the
offices surrounding the foyer had glass walls, so many eyes were on
her. To make things worse, the staircase was quite steep and an
extended flight, and anybody at the foot of the staircase looking up
could probably see her panties.
Grace finally reached Royston's office and went in.
"Shut the door please Grace…" Royston was sitting behind his desk,
busy at his computer, so he did not even raise his eyes to look at her
when she entered.
Grace did as she was told, and stood uneasily there for what seemed
like a full minute, as Royston continued typing.
Finally he was done, and he turned towards her.
"My, my… this fits you quite well doesn't it?" he cocked his head as
his beady eyes focused on the slender young woman dressed in business
jacket and skirt which revealed most of her legs, a sly smile on his
face.
"Well I did as you wanted Roy- sir… " she replied, feeling tense, "..
you were looking for me?"
"Yes… I was doing some thinking yesterday.. you know, I'm starting to
think may be this.. arrangement that we have that I'm trying to help
you out with.. perhaps that isn't such a good idea after all," Royston
said, pausing to let the impact hit Grace, who was at once both
stunned and perplexed as to what he meant. She had signed the
contract already didn't she??
"This is too risky for me. I think I'm going to just report you to Mr
Shih. We can just tear up the arrangement we had yesterday.."
"No… what do you mean? You can't change your mind? Please, I can't go
to jail !" Grace felt hopeless panic.
"Well this is an important deal to me… can't afford to fuck it up you
know… Besides, you're quite a stubborn woman… I don't know if you can
take instructions…" he continued, playing with his fountain pen as he
spoke.
"No.. please I can.. I will do everything as you say.." Grace replied
anxiously.
"You are willing follow instructions without question? "
"Yes.."
"Yes what?"
"Yes sir…" Grace bit her lip, as she felt the twinge of humiliation -
now that Royston knows her secret, she has to eat humble pie unlike
previously when she was able to get away with even disagreeing with
him in a meeting in front of the bosses.
"You understand that following instructions is absolute, and that
failure to do so will result in justice taking its course?"
"Yes sir."
Royston leaned forward in his seat and clasped his hands together on
the table. "Take off your jacket and unbutton your blouse," he said
calmly.
"Wha..." Grace was shocked. This was not what she expected. She knew
that Royston wanted to get back at her for having rejected him in the
past, and probably planned to lord over her in this ‘deal' of his and
basically humiliate her in doing all the administrative work and
following his orders. But she did not expect this. She did imagine
that perhaps he held the thought that he still wanted to get together
with her, and she that she would probably have to entertain several
dates with him while he had a hold on her. But this! Certainly she did
not expect anything like this in the office.
"Not a very impressive start," he said.
Grace's face colored. She had no choice. Slowly, Grace took off her
business jacket, and laid it over the chair. She reached up to the top
button of her black blouse and opened it. She took a deep breath and
worked her way down to the second, and then the third, and finally the
last. She looked at Royston, like a deer caught in the headlamps of an
oncoming car, ready to bolt but legs too weak to move. Her blouse hung
open showing her red bra.
"Pull it apart and hold it open," he said.
Grace's face went bright red. She was totally at his mercy.
She slowly pulled her blouse up free of her skirt and pulled the two
sides apart, exposing her bosom, stomach and small breasts in their
red bra. Grace's heart was thumping now.
"Undo your bra and show me your breasts, Grace."
Grace could hardly believe her ears. Fingers trembling, she obeyed,
her hands reaching behind her back. She undid the clasp, then pulled
her bra up, showing Royston her naked breasts. Grace's face was
burning now, and she was fighting not to break into tears.
"Good. Now turn around."
She slowly rotated her body around so that her back was to the man.
She could feel his eyes roaming across the back of her body, including
her legs.
"Are you wearing the g-string?"
Grace's voice cracked as she tried to answer, "Y..yes sir…" She had
never been spoken to like this.
"Do you wear g-strings often Grace?"
Grace could not answer for almost ten seconds, as her mind tried to
figure out if this was a bad dream as she stood there being questioned
about her underwear by a male colleague, a fellow executive, in the
office.
"Yes, sir, I do, " she finally mustered a reply.
"How often?"
"May be two to three times a week, " she replied weakly.
There was a long pause, and Grace wondered what was crossing Royston's
perverted mind
"Pull your panties to your knees."
Grace bit her lip and fought back the tears of shame. Her hands went
to her panties. She slowly eased them down her thighs. She heard an
intake of breath from Royston.
"Well before I accept you to start on this deal, you will need to pass
an interview with someone, so that I'm sure you can follow
instructions to a T" he said, "turn around now.."
Grace turned around, and looked at Royston who was just staring now.
She knew she was presenting a sight to him, blouse unbuttoned, bra up
and breasts exposed, and wearing a ridiculously short skirt with her
panties around her knees.
"Come over here Grace.. there's someone I like you to meet…"
Grace walked unsteadily toward Royston's desk on her stiletto heels.
As she approached him, her mouth unhinged in shock as she realized
that the man had unzipped his pants and was sitting there on his chair
with a huge bulge in his underwear.
"Yes… I'll like you to meet Dick here.. he will be interviewing you.
Your job will be to convince him, with your oral skills, that you
should be hired."
Grace felt butterflies in her stomach.. and closed her eyes in deep
shame. She approached him around his desk.
"Take off your panties, give them to me and kneel down."
Grace did as she was told, kneeling down between Royston's legs.
"No wait, " Royston stood up again, and zipped up his pants, "I want
you to unzip me and take off my pants."
Grace fought back her tears as she unzipped the man and pulled his
pants down. With a big grin on his face, Royston sat back down in his
briefs.
"Alright, let the interview begin.."
Grace pulled down his briefs. Reaching up she grasped the stiff prick
and guided it into her mouth. Grace heard a sharp intake of breath
from him as her wet mouth closed around the man's prick, and his hand
grip the back of her head. She began to pump Royston's cock as she
sucked him. "My god, Grace.. I knew that you'll be sucking my cock one
day… but this is heaven….ohhh"
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Grace froze. To her
astonishment, Roy said, "Come in!" Grace tried to dislodge the
erection from her mouth, but Roy held on to her head tightly.
Royston's secretary appeared at the door. "Royston? Was Grace here
earlier? Mr Shih was looking for her." The table blocked the view of
Grace kneeling there, her face buried in Royston's lap, and his cock
fully in her mouth. Grace's high heel shoes could be seen below the
table if the secretary looked lower.
Royston cleared his throat. "Grace? She's… busy…." His eyes looked at
Grace's g-string lying on the table.
"Okay… could have sworn seeing her come in here…" the secretary
muttered as she closed the door.
As soon as the door shut, Royston resumed humping Grace's mouth. "Suck
me baby…. work that cock you prick-teasing slut…." his voice continued
above her. Picking up his young colleague's undergarment, he brought
it to his nose and inhaled deeply.. "My god Grace.. just smelling the
scent of your pussy is enough to make me cum instantly." Grace's face
turned red with the biting humiliation but continued her sucking.
"Faster now.." he urged. She felt the grip on her hair tighten as
Royston's hips thrust upwards in jerky motions. "YES…YES.. YESSSSSS"
Two strokes later, she felt his hot load squirt into her mouth.
"Ohhhhh…" he moaned out loud as his cock jerked in her mouth. She
fought the impulse to gag as more semen flooded her mouth.
Spent, he slowly pulled his prick out of her mouth. Grace did not know
what to do next, not wanting to swallow, but not daring to spit the
hot semen out. "Keep my cum in your mouth Grace…" Roy stood up and
zipped his pants, "don't you let a single drop get out.."
Grace stood up awkwardly, her mouth full of his vile stickiness. "Now
I want you to go to the pantry, and get a cup. Make a cup of coffee
and then you're allowed to empty your mouth into the cup. Then bring
the cup to me. You've got four minutes."
Grace nodded as she redid her bra and pulled down her blouse, keeping
her lips closed. She looked at her panties, still in Roy's hand.
"No panties for you for the rest of today," Royston said with a grin.
Grace made her way carefully down the staircase, she prayed hard that
nobody would talk to her on the way to the pantry. Her heart skipped a
beat as she saw the new guy in the accounts department walk up the
staircase. He smiled at her, and she smiled back, taking care to keep
her lips closed so that the cum in her mouth wouldn't leak out.
Jim saw the hottest chick in the office coming down the staircase and
couldn't believe his eyes how short her skirt was. Not wanting to be
caught staring at her legs though, he merely made eye contact and
smiled politely. Little did he know the bombshell had her mouth full
of cum as she walked past him.
Oh god, how many minutes has it been. Grace quickly made her cup of
coffee, secretly emptying her mouth of Royston's cum into the cup. She
would have loved to wash out her mouth, but four minutes must be
almost up. Quickly, she brought the cup out and was dismayed to find a
male colleague and female colleague chatting at the bottom of the
staircase. Grace did not want to risk flashing her naked pussy while
going up the staircase, but had no choice. Trying to be as
inconspicuous as she can (and not really succeeding), Grace climbed up
the staircase carefully. Little did she know that Royston was watching
out of the glass panel of his office into the foyer, he was smiling as
he knew that the cutie was flashing her pussy as she climbed up the
staircase.
"Well, well…" Royston looked down at his wrist watch, "that was five
minutes Grace. You are late."
Grace began to speak, but Royston cut her off. "No excuses… now drink
up the coffee.."
Knowing that she was absolutely at the mercy of his commands, Grace
felt whatever remnants of her confident exterior crumble altogether.
She drank up the semen-laced coffee. "I hope you take yours with
cream," Royston said, an evil grin on his face.
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