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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 Seven
It was Monday morning, and Grace was in her room at the hotel which
Royston had put her up in. Same as what happened last week, the clothes
she would wear for the day were delivered by the same bellboy at the
same time to her room.
The day before, she was in Nakamori's photo studio again. Nakamori
had praised her for the excellent bikini series of pictures that was
taken of her, and gave her a post-dated ten thousand dollar check.
Grace was relieved that she indeed would be paid like Royston said she
would - she needed the money to pay back the amount she had stolen.
But Nakamori also told her that to cash in the check, she had to
continue modeling for him; after the swimsuit series, it was the
lingerie series, which was the shoot she had to do that day.
Grace whinged, thinking about the seductive, see-through, and many
times, saucy lingerie that she had posed in the day before. But at
least she had the ten thousand dollar check with her. She encouraged
herself that in a month's time she would be done repaying the debts
of her sin and leave behind these nightmarish memories !
She was surprised when the bellboy handed her an envelope together with
the bag of clothes and shoes. The instructions in the note in the
envelope told her that there was a choice that day on what to wear, but
that the choice was not hers. She was to model both sets of clothes,
and ask the bellboy to decide for her !
For the top: A white button-up shirt (to be worn with top two buttons
undone) with a black, sheer demi-cup bra, OR a figure-hugging, lace-up
top with a jacket and lacy pink push-up bra.
For the bottom: A long, black side-slit skirt (the skirt would go to
her mid-thigh) with black, side-tie thongs, OR a beige mini-skirt that
was a size too small, with beige thong panties made of very thin
material.
Grace swallowed her pride as she was forced to model the clothes in
front of the bellboy, who was obviously delighted to take his pick. To
complete her humiliation, there was a pair of four-inch high heels
which had a small cartoon imprinted on the bottom of the shoe between
the instep and heel. It was a cartoon of a woman being taken from
behind by a man. The note told her that she was to wear these
"fuck-me shoes".
A couple of hours later, it was with much trepidation that Grace
entered the board room of her company, wearing the white button-up
shirt with the black, demi-cup bra with two of the top buttons undone,
and the extremely short and tight mini-skirt.
In the board room, there were eight men and two women, mostly middle
level to senior executives. Her boss Mr Shih, and Royston's boss Mr
Ko were also there. Grace hoped that George would not be there.
No such luck, there he was sitting at the far end. She hoped that he
would not notice anything, as she thought about the vibrator firmly
ensconced between her panties, and her clit.
George smiled, when he saw her enter. She looked strikingly sexy as
usual. Royston beckoned her over, and asked her to sit down in front of
the room, next to him. He had started the presentation, judging by the
slide show already showing on the huge screen in the conference room.
As Grace sat down, she was aware that the seat he wanted her sitting in
was quite low, and that it was difficult for her to sit down while
wearing such a short skirt, without revealing her crotch to the other
people in the room that she was facing. Indeed, she was quite sure that
all the male executives' eyes were looking at her legs, the entire time
that Royston was speaking. Particularly she felt a little creepy how Mr
Ko was looking at her. Mr Ko had a reputation of changing secretaries
frequently, young secretaries who dressed sexily. It was with mixed
relief when it was her turn to standup.
As she started talking, the vibrator in her thongs suddenly turned on.
"Uhhh.." she cried out softly, as she stumbled half a step forward, her
right hand holding on the backrest of one of the armchairs for support.
"Are you alright Grace?" Royston feigned concern.
Grace pictured herself strangling him with her bare hands, right then
and there, as she knew that he must have secretly turned on the
vibrator with his remote control. George, with an eye for detail as
always, was staring at the chain around her ankle, now sporting three
beads, instead of two, like the other day.
"Err.. yes.. I'm alright." she replied, as she steadied herself. She
tried to prevent her hands from going to her crotch, as the maddening
intensity of vibrations assaulted her pussy.
Earlier that morning, Royston called her to board room. They were
alone, as it was still an hour away from the meeting. She knew that he
had wanted her to be doing the presentation with him, but only
suspected that he did for kicks so that he could be seen ordering her
around in front of other colleagues and department heads, and to
embarrass her by having her parade her body in the sexy clothes he had
her put on. Little did she know that he had more diabolical plans for
humiliating her. When he produced the vibrator, she had flatly refused.
She have had a vibrator buried in her cunt as she walked about the
office the previous week, and had it wreaking havoc on her cunt as she
sat in her cubicle till she finally climaxed. But this was different
- to be in the board room in front of her bosses and colleagues with
a vibrator buzzing in her pussy was totally out of the question ! What
if they found out?? She would be ruined.
"You sick bastard.." Grace had told Royston, almost spitting out
her words.
"I kind of expected this response, " Royston smiled confidently as
he half-sat on the conference table with one leg on the ground,
"that's why I prepared this little clip to show before we started
the presentation."
He pressed a button on the remote in his hand.
"That's a good girl now.." a familiar voice played on the audio
system. The image on the big screen came into focus. Grace saw herself
on the screen, practically naked, getting on her hands and knees.
"Let's take a short walk
shall we my little canine pet," the male voice continued, tugging on
the leash attached to the black leather collar around her neck. The
docile girl in the video clip was topless, and only wearing the tiniest
bikini bottom
that showed off more than three-quarters of her ass. This was captured
in different angles by four hidden video cameras in the studio where
she had the photo shoot!
Grace paled, staring at the screen. She could imagine everyone in the
board room laughing. Laughing at her. Grace had already seen the
photographs that were taken without her consent in Nakamori's studio
that day - photos of her in the collar and leash, of her on all
fours. But this was worse - to see a moving and living image of
herself, crawling on the floor, clambering down from the sofa on all
fours, like an obedient... bitch.
Grace's reverie was interrupted by Royston saying to her, "Let's
get the presentation going now shall we?"
Grace looked at all the faces looking at her, as the vibrator buzzed
very slightly in her pussy, creating a growing sensation of heat near
her clit. She could not bear to have everyone in the room seeing that
video clip of her
behaving like a dog, crawling on all fours on the floor. Before the
meeting, she had acceded to Royston's demands, and let him insert the
vibrator, something which he called "the butterfly" under her thong
panties, over her clit. The vibrator was designed to stay in position
right over the woman's most sensitive part, and elicit the strongest
orgasms.
For ten minutes, Grace presented the slides, trying hard to concentrate
as the vibrations in her pussy grew in intensity gradually. Royston
must be slowly increasing the speed through his remote control. She
could feel her
thong panties getting soaked from her juices. Very soon, her juices
would run down her leg.
She saw the strange expressions on the audience's faces, as they
wondered why she was talking so slowly and frequently drawling, even
making strange noises on a couple of occasions. "Rev..venues ... are
expec...ted to ..
to .. go...- Uhh up... next year..." she said, as she fought to
retain her composure. She must not have an orgasm while presenting in
front of her bosses !
George was looking slightly amused. Royston just pretended not to
notice anything, but he had his hands in his pockets.
"Ok, thank you Grace." Royston said, as she presented the last slide.
The vibrator also stopped, thankfully. Her face was a little flushed
from the exertion of a near orgasm.
Royston stood up, and reached for a stack of folders. "Now we'll give
each of you a folder with the information that we just presented. Look
through it now, and let me know if you have any questions. If not,
we'll meet again next week. Thank you. Oops!"
A couple of folders slipped from Royston's hands, and fell to the
floor. Several papers inside fell out messily onto the floor. "Would
you mind helping me pick that up Grace, while I try to finish up here."
Grace flushed slightly, as she bent over from the waist to try to pick
up the papers from the floor. She knew that Mr. Ko, who was sitting
directly opposite her, would have a glance of her bra, as she leaned
forward. As she picked up the other papers, she surreptitiously turned
around, so that she wouldn't be letting him look directly down her
blouse.
"There's one in the corner, over there under the table Grace." Royston
pointed out, as he pretended to be busy talking to one of the female
executives. Royston had already planted the piece of paper under the
furthest corner of the conference table before the meeting, but Grace
did not know this.
Grace realized that she had no choice but to get down onto her knees to
reach for the annoying document. As she got on her knees, she also
realized too late, that her skirt was much too short for her to do this
decently. All the male executives in the room were now watching the
pretty young executive in the very short skirt, with extreme interest,
as she reached under the table to retrieve the errant document. Her
skirt rode up her thigh, as she leaned
forward, and still she couldn't reach the paper. Red-faced, she leaned
forward further, putting her elbow out to support her upper body, as
she reached for the paper. She knew at this point, that everyone behind
her could see up her ultra short skirt, and were staring at her bare
bum. She also regretted that the thong that was chosen for her, covered
her pubic area, but exposed all of her buttocks. Mr. Ko was probably
having a heart attack watching her on her knees, exposing her bare butt
to him. Grace's face turned beet red, but she was glad that nobody
could see her face from where she was.
Indeed, all of the men were staring hard at her bum, trying to hide
their hard-ons. Mr. Ko thought that he saw her pubic hair peeking out
from the side of the tiny piece of garment covering her pussy lips, and
mentally tried to save this image in his head, for a jerk-off session
later.
A few of the men sitting closer could actually discern that her thong
had an obvious wet spot. Grace stood up with the document and adjusted
her skirt. Handing it over to Royston in a hurry, she left the room
quickly. The men wondered if it was her pussy's scent which lingered in
the air. George smiled, for he knew that it most definitely was her
aroma.
"Grace." someone called her from behind.
Grace turned around in the corridor, and saw the head of her department
calling her.
"Yes Mr Shih?"
"Please come to see me in my office."
***to be continued**
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