I wrote this vignette for another German girl who liked my stories and emailed me about them. She was a Bank Analyst who fantasized about being controlled to do humiliating stunts, like putting cameras all over her apartment to film herself naked, and broadcast it to her blackmailer. She had a thing for forced exhibitionism and for being humiliated by poor young people.

The full story never came to be, but I wrote a long scene for her.

The plot idea was something like this:

Linda is doing a great job as a business analyst and is in the race for a new position of regional  credit manager but she felt tense at the possibility of meetings with the high level directors. She is  technically very competent but she had already been skipped twice, but this time her boss have accepted to put her on the short list to be interviewed by the high management. She is probably the best choice, but it is competing with Alice, a very good looking Girl with least than a year in the bank, and definitely not as capable as Linda,  but who knows how to flirt and use her assets to get whatever she wants. Linda thinks Alice is just a slut that doesn’t deserve the position that she had worked so hard to get.

Linda feels tense and stressed competing for the position. She knows her capabilities but found Alice people abilities, and leadership overwhelming.  Linda confides her insecurities with a coworker:  Katy, a novice Analyst. Unfortunately Linda didn’t know that Katy was a very close friend to Alice. In the end Katy recommends Linda a female counselor  to get rid of her fears. The “counselor” was Alice’s cousin.

The counselor recommends Linda a series of stunts to get rid of her shyness so she could become a confident leader, but instead the task are designed to reduce her assertiveness. This scene portrays Linda doing a stunt and explains a bit of why she is doing all that stuff.

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Leadership Training

 

After leaving her office building Linda read her instructions once more. Her hand was slightly trembling. This new “mission” was almost too much. She hesitated for a moment but then she sighed deeply  and managed to calm herself. “I don’t know if I can go with this but I need to try, there is simply too much at stake to back off now”, she thought while boarding the subway heading north just as specified by her instructions.

 

She rode in silence. The train was full with office workers and that gave her a sense of familiarity and security even when this was not her train.  She took a brief look and felt reassured,  most of the people near her were wearing business suits an chatting or playing on their cell phones. But  as the train traveled further Linda’s peace started to fade and her hands begun to sweat. The north part of town was full of low class neighborhoods and as the train traveled,  the office workers were little by little replaced by blue collar workers and young noisy students. In those circumstances she would normally embrace her purse, but she didn’t have any. As instructed she had left her purse with her money, her ids and her cell phone locked inside her office desk. She was carrying only 3 dollars, enough for the $2.50 ride back on the same subway and almost nothing else.

 

20 minutes later a loud alarm pushed her out of her musings. They had arrived to the Lincoln station, the one mentioned in her instructions. She nervously left the train. She never had gone to that station, it looked to her like another country. The place was dirty as hell and was populated by beggars, young sluts and dangerous looking men and teens.  Linda felt very self-conscious, she was wearing a business suit and black high heels and was vastly overdressed for the place, she knew she stood out from a mile and felt like if everybody was looking at her.  She was afraid to cross sights with any of those low class individuals so she walked with her sight cast on the floor.  She managed to control her fear and climbed the stairways to leave the subway station, in that travel only one person talked to her, he was offering her some drugs.

 

Up there the scenery was equally shocking for her, old buildings with broken windows and a lot of graffiti everywhere. At least it was less crowded than the subway station. She walked half block and arrived to the gas-station that the instructions mentioned. Once there she went to the bathroom. The place was a lot cleaner than she expected and she even used the toilet. Then, again following her instructions she opened the broom closet and found a note and a plastic bag.

 

She took the note and for a moment she dreamed that it would give her a break and say that the task was already complete but after a few seconds she forced herself to return to the reality and opened the envelope. She read Vanessa’s (her counselor) note:

 

“Linda

I am proud that you have make it so far. This new challenge will be really good for you. I think this exercise would be of really great benefit to fix your condition. I am really sorry to use coercion and blackmail to make you go thru this but I am really committed to help you, even against your own will.  Now you may  be regretting when you told me to help you no matter what . I remind you that my professional duty and commitment is with that Linda and not with the frightful one that only wants to spare herself from every little effort and incapable to walk the mile in order to make any progress. So I am not your enemy, I am just the best friend of the part of you committed to change.”

 

Linda read all that with skepticism and mixed emotions. It was hard to believe that all the crap that she was being forced to do was for her own good, as a matter of fact she hadn’t noticed any improvements in her office leadership abilities, on the contrary her insecurity seemed to be growing, she even stammered on  the last meeting,  but Vanessa had warned her that with her ‘medicine’ she will get worse before she could get better.

 

It was true that at the beginning she had asked Vanessa to force her thru the treatment, she even signed a release form asking just for that, but she didn’t expect that she will push her to do all those weird things. She should have drawn the line much earlier in this game, now she was simply in Vanessa’s hands.  Linda was thinking “Maybe if I hadn’t agreed to install video cameras all around my apartment or at least if I had rejected to link them to Vanessa’s office thru the internet, then I would have more decision power right now. Well even the cameras wouldn’t be so much of a problem if I hadn’t agreed to dress like a slut whenever I was at home”, she pictured herself with those very short skirts and very brief tops and felt shame and a tingle in her pussy, she continued with her musings ,“and even that didn’t sound so bad right now, not after Vanessa had got a lot of footing of me prancing naked around the apartment. I should have protested when she forbid me to wear clothes at home a few weeks ago. It is my home and they are my clothes after all”, but even in her regret she relived the arousal that the order caused her, specially when Vanessa pushed her further making her practice pole dancing naked and smiling to the multiple cameras inside her apartment. Those memories only sparked more arousal and more memories. The last week she had been ‘forced’ to masturbate for the cameras, first in her bedroom, then in the living room and even in the kitchen, liking her fingers and smiling wantonly to the cameras. At the beginning it was just once every couple of days but lately she had been doing it several times every night, and she wasn’t sure if she was just following orders or satisfying her own cravings. She tried to convince herself it was the former.

 

Linda realized that she was very horny right then. She continued reading the note:

 

“Your mission for today is a little hard, we need to push your boundaries faster to complete your treatment sooner. First you will take this plastic bag and will go to one of the bathroom stalls, then you will take absolutely all of your clothes and shoes and put on what’s inside the bag and only what is inside the bag. (If you cheat I will know and you know the consequences).  The rest of your instructions are inside the bag. Don’t look at them until you are changed“

 

She didn’t dare to look inside the bag. She went inside the stall and after just a little hesitation she started unbuttoning her blouse with trembling hands. She was afraid but she was also horny as hell. She carefully folded her blouse and put it over the toilet cover. She made a mental note to wash those clothes really well. The toilet looked clean, but it was a public toilet yuck. The rest of her clothes quickly followed. First her tailored gray skirt, then her shoes and stockings, and finally her exquisite white panties and bra. Her heart was pounding hard,  she felt disgusted being barefoot in a public toilet but her fear of being discovered and her arousal for being “naughty” in a public place overwhelmed any other feelings. “What if someone enters now, what would she think if she sees me barefoot, Would she know that I am naked?”. She hurried and pulled the clothes out of the bag.  There were only two garments and a pair of cheap red high heel shoes.  She blushed when she recognized the clothes., They were one of the first slut outfits she was made to wear at home. Linda blushed while contemplating the items.. There was a pleated micro skirt, no longer than 12” and a white blouse that she knew was a little tight and semi-transparent, the ensemble was the stereotypical slut schoolgirl outfit. She  remembered being ashamed of wearing these very same clothes at home and she was alone and using underwear then.  She shivered and dressed quickly. She was getting hornier but she fought her arousal and trying to keep herself focused she took the note from the bottom of the bag and read it.

 

“You are going to take your five bucks and leave everything else neatly folded in the stall. I bet it would be a great find for the young hookers that frequent this bathroom at later hours. I know those clothes are expensive but it is part of the challenge. I’d like you to think that at least for tonight one of those whores will be far better dressed than you.”, Linda could not avoid to touch her pussy at the thought, but she continued reading.

 

“Before leaving this bathroom you are going to wash your face. I want it without any traces of make up. Then you will apply the lipstick that you found in this bag. You will return to the train station and you will go to the bathroom there and in the second stall you will find your final instructions for tonight”.

 

Linda was blushing with anger, shame and arousal. She washed her face and then applied the lipstick. It was glossy light pink and it completed her image as some kind of jail bait slut.

 

Linda looked at her image on the mirror. She looked completely like another person. Sure there was her perfectly recognizable face and figure but the rest was like an alternative universe version of her.  For starts there was nothing in her that projected that she was a successful business analyst and a serious young woman with high aspirations. Without her expertly applied makeup she looked younger and with her outfit, shoes and the bright lipstick she looked cheap. Instead of the accomplished woman that she considered herself the  mirror showed a very slutty high school girl, a future failure. For a moment Linda seemed to come to her senses, she felt a strong desire to cover herself, to return to the stall and change into her comfortable and secure business outfit but she knew she really didn’t have that option,  she simply had put all her future in Vanessa’s hands, there were not only the embarrassing videos but those incriminating documents that she signed to help Vanessa force her to go along the treatment.

 

One day at Vanessa’s office, she had felt exhilarated and brave thanks to Vanessa’s manipulation, and following her advice, she had given her counselor a good deal of blackmailing material consisting in confidential information that she extracted from the bank, and even a little contract where she supposedly sold that information for certain amount.  The blackmail material, was supposed to be used to force the “wimpy Linda” to commit to the treatment. 

 

“How stupid I was.”, she thought bitterly, “Maybe this image goes better with my intelligence and judgment. I was such a bimbo”. She put away those thoughts and reuniting her courage she walked outside the bathroom leaving her business woman image behind.

 

The walk back to the train station was surreal, she was attracting a lot of sights again but this time it wasn’t because she looked out of place but instead because she looked pretty and available and her outfit oozed sex. Linda felt the eyes of most males checking her, measuring her, and she felt like an object, like a piece of meat. They weren’t  pondering if she would be a good girlfriend or something, they were simply thinking that she would be a good fuck. At the entrance of the station she passed besides a beggar and this time his sight was one of  undisguised  lust instead of the hope of money that his face reflected when she arrived in her business attire.

 

She realized with fear and arousal that those people didn’t consider her untouchable or unreachable anymore. She paid her ticket on a vending machine and got back 0.50. She inserted her ticked and entered. The bathrooms were at the boarding platform. Linda shivered with only 50c in her hand she would not be able to get back home if for any reason she had to leave the subway system before getting to the station near her apartment. Just the thought of being trapped far from her home dressed as a high school tramp was getting her back to reality. She walked fast to the bathroom, this one was even more disgusting than she expected. She entered the second stall and found a little envelope attached to the door. She sat over the toilet cover and started reading with apprehension.    

 

“Very good Linda. You are very brave to be here. Your instructions for the rest of the night are the following. You are to remain here until 9:00 PM”, Linda stood up and looked over the stall door to a clock that was over the lavatory mirror. It was 8:40. She continued reading, “You are to masturbate for the remaining time ( You may start now)”, Linda’s right hand quickly obeyed and started teasing her clitoris while she continued reading,  “You must keep yourself on the edge but you should not come”, Linda was breathing hard by then, but she knew Vanessa was right, she had told her from the beginning that the challenges would be easier if she was horny and unsatisfied. Linda stopped her ministrations a little frustrated and continued her reading, “At exactly 9:00PM you will leave this bathroom and go to the north-facing boarding platform. You have to wait in the lane number 7 and you will board the first train that comes after 9:10 according to the platform clock.”, Linda fidgeted with apprehension, the idea of going further north at this time of the night was unnerving. She looked down and realized that she was really exposed in that outfit, but just the idea of being exposed to those low class people aroused her again. She restarted her touches and even ventured one finger inside her very wet pussy. “Several young people will board with you, they are making social work near the station to pay for some petty crimes. I counsel some of them. They will help you live one of your fantasies. Don’t worry I have control of them and I assure that they won’t harm you,  but  don’t get fooled, they are the real thing.

 

They are tough dominating youngsters and even when they don’t know what you are, they are very happy to have a nice plaything for the night. Once in the train you are not allowed to sit or say no, if someone touches you, you let them do it, if they repeat the touch  you  open your legs a little bit and further more if they keep touching you.  They will be guiding you among stations and they will finally sent you back home when they get bored. Have a nice night and remember, don’t come at least until your adventure begins”. Linda immediately took her hand away from her longing pussy.  It was really hard for her to keep from coming during the next 20 minutes of waiting, specially as she continuously re-read the note.

 

At 9:00PM she left the bathroom stall. She took a last glance at the mirror. Now she not only looked like a slut, she smelled like one. Linda washed her hands and tried to fix her hair. Her nipples poked thru her blouse making obvious her arousal and of course that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Linda had to reunite all her strength to leave the bathroom, she was afraid of what was coming and at the same time she was shamefully aroused by the very same expectations. She could almost feel drops leaving her very wet pussy as she finally leaved the bathroom.

 

Linda walked insecurely and finally stopped. She was the very first person of lane 7. For some reason people preferred the first wagons when they could choose and most of the other passengers were on the first four lines. Linda glanced around nervously, she thought, “Maybe it was just a test from Vanessa, and nobody is really coming.”, she was both relieved and disappointed. But then she heard a noisy group arriving the boarding platform. They were talking very loud, exploding occasionally in burst of laughs. One of them, a tall skinny white man that had his head shaved was saying crude lewd jokes about a teacher and the rest celebrated each joke with laughs and a stream of obscenities.  The group was formed by 4 boys and a couple of girls and all of them looked scary for Linda. They were young, between 18 and 19 but they looked very tough and streetwise.

 

Everybody in the group had tattoos. The bald man had a black and blue abstract pattern on his right shoulder and the tallest of the girls a blond who with the right clothes and education would have looked sweet, had a red flower in her ankle. She was wearing jeans and a little white top that left her stomach uncovered,  her lower back showed another  drawing in blue and red but it wasn’t discernible, maybe because it went much lower.  The other men in the group were an Arabic looking man with olive skin, strong biceps and a lot of body hair that seemed the most dangerous and a couple of white guys, one of them had long disarranged hair and had a glassy sight, like if he was stoned, his movements seemed somewhat lethargic and clumsy. The group was completed by a brunette girl that was wearing jeans and a t-shirt and would have looked decent if she would have been wearing a bra and if her young pretty face wasn’t ruined by the dark makeup and the piercings in her eyebrow, nose and lower lip.

 

Everybody else at the station avoided to make eye contact with them. Most of the other passengers seemed to be suddenly interested in their phones or in the arrangement of the floor tiles.

 

Linda’s heart was pounding hard. They quickly formed behind her on the lane seven much to the tranquility of every other passenger. Several people turned to see Linda’s reaction expecting that she changed lines avoiding those dangerous people but she didn’t. A middle age woman turned to see Linda in her eyes, like inviting her to her line but Linda simply blushed and turned to see the floor. The woman sighed, she was somewhat disappointed but not surprised, after all Linda was dressed worse than the women in the teenagers group, she thought, “Maybe this young slut like some of those gang boys. I find them repulsive but I am not that young and I not in their class, maybe she didn’t care their modals, maybe she is as bad educated as them”

 

Just then the arriving of the train interrupted her thoughts and returned her mind to her routine musings and she started mentally planning her family dinner.

 

Linda felt the youngster’s stares openly reviewing every detail of her entire body. She blushed, she was very nervous and when the train arrived she was startled. Linda turned to see all around and hesitated just for a second but she thought, “I had already decided to go with this, with all these emotions I am in no position to take a rational decision now, so I have to stick with the one I made when I could really think”, she bit her lower lip and steeped  inside the wagon.

 

The wagon was almost empty, there were only 6 or 7 people; there was a couple of robust middle age women still wearing a hotel maid uniform, a worker man here and  there, they were all silent and looked tired.  When they saw the loud teenage group entering the wagon, they all concentrated in the first few rows trying to be as far from them as possible. Linda resisted her instinct to sit at the front with them and remained standing in the rear of the wagon. She felt pretty stupid standing when there were plenty of empty seats. Everybody else sat, including the beggar that she had seen in the station and that must have arrived to the lane 7 of the boarding platform at the very last minute. He didn’t go to the front of the wagon instead, he put just one empty row between him and the group. He was like most beggars of an un-discernible age, he could be anything from his early forties to seventy, he had gray hair and was mumbling something while searching inside a ragged backpack that he carried. He smelt really bad.

 

When the wagon restarted it’s march, the bald boy that seemed to be the leader or at least the most talkative of the group started teasing Linda, “Hey girl, why don’t you sit here with me? I can push this moron to another sit”, he said pushing lightly the stoned boy to the aisle. “Or you can sit on my lap if you prefer”, he said watching that his companion didn’t move.

 

Linda didn’t want to talk to them, it was like turning them real and she preferred to treat them as ghosts or something. But he insisted patting his own leg, “come on girl, there is plenty of space here, no need to go standing.” , he waited for a couple of seconds and then said, “so are you going to sit or no?”

 

“No thanks”, she said in a barely audible voice.

 

“Ok, I will stand with you”, he said while leaving his sit. Linda felt fear, for a moment she even thought of rape, but he talked rather friendly, “I am Mark… and you are?”

Linda felt relieved by his attitude and answered before thinking without making eye contact,  “I am Linda”, she said and immediately regretted it. “How could I have been so stupid to give him my real name”, she scolded herself.

 

“Nice name, Linda…. I like it. What high school do you attend?”

 

Linda wanted to end the talk but didn’t know how to do it. Mark was standing behind her, almost touching her. He touched her waist like indicating her turn around. Linda wanted to slap his hand, but remembered her instructions, and resisted her urge and unconsciously she moaned in despair.

 

“I didn’t hear your answer”

 

“I am … am not in high school…. I …. I”

 

The tall blonde girl interrupted Linda, “she is  a drop out, you moron, anyone can see that from a mile away, and she is a real slut”, she smirked looking that by then Mark’s hand had travelled downwards and was resting clearly on Linda’s left buttock.

 

“And what are you Megan, an educated noon?”, said the brunette amused by her friend comment.

 

“No Lora, but at least I haven’t dropped out and I don’t let a stranger touch my ass in a public place. Look at her!”.

 

Linda looked at the floor while Mark now openly continued caressing her ass. Linda parted her legs slightly and he felt more encouraged.

 

“Holly shit! She is really a slut!”, said the brunette when she perceived Linda’s gesture.

 

Mark felt very happy, he was thinking he was irresistible so he passed his right hand around her waist and put his left over her front tight, partly over her short skirt and part touching her skin.

 

Linda felt shivers down her spine, his hand over her skin and his crotch pressuring against the back of her skirt and her own wanton behavior aroused her. She kept her mind busy convincing herself that it was not her choice and that she wasn’t really like that.

 

Just then, Lora,  the brunette, stood up in front of Linda and said.

 

“Hey slut. Didn’t anybody teach you some modals? You are behaving like an animal in heat”

 

Lora felt a wave of satisfaction, just the previous day an old lady told her that very same phrase and in spite the fact that she laughed and mocked the old woman, the reality was that she felt really hurt, and now she was getting some revenge at the expense of this young tart.

 

Linda instinctively closed her legs, she felt so ashamed, and to be morally disqualified by those low class women was something extremely humiliating.

 

“Hey Lora, don’t spoil the fun”, said Mark, who just stopped his touching for a moment.

 

When Linda opened her legs again, just as instructed Megan stood up too and said in a very angry voice. “Don’t try to educate her Lora, this….’Linda’ is  a shameless slut, she smells of sex a mile away”,

 

Linda’s humiliation grew, she felt so inferior, and she was thinking “I shouldn’t touch my self so much back in the bathroom”.

 

“And if you are not a student, I bet you are a stripper or a whore?”, Lora continued.

 

“No, I am not”, she replied looking at the floor, just this time she didn’t closed her legs.

 

“What do you do then?”

 

For a second she thought of flaunting her real position in life to those low class teens, to let them know her superiority. After all she had a job that they couldn’t even dream of, but she didn’t like the idea of letting a piece of her real life slip into this nightmare so after a few seconds she replied. “I… I am a maid”.

 

Lora laughed, “See Megan, the teachers are right, we better keep studying or we end up as a horny lonely maids like this one”.

 

Linda tried to protest, ”I am not…”, but just then Mark’s left hand ventured under the front of her skirt and was now pretty close to her pussy. She turned around to see if somebody had noticed and saw the Arabic guy giving her a knowing smile and making a gesture with his fingers indicating her to open her legs. He was surely the one that will tell Vanessa if she complied with the rules or not but just then she realized that the other ones were not acting, for them it was really a casual encounter, somehow it make it more real, more shameful… and more arousing.

 

Linda knew that she got too far already, she was determined to go thru this test so she opened her legs while blushing.

 

Mark was in heaven, he passed his hand all over Linda’s ass and under her skirt making Linda arousal grow in spite of her shame. Linda closed her eyes, it was almost too much. “Here I am  a supposedly decent girl, no…. a really well educated girl letting this Neanderthal touch my ass skin in a public place and it feels so good”,

 

Linda tried to abstract herself from the situation but Lora got her out of her trance, “Hey slut, if you are begging for his touch, you need to be more available. Nobody will make much effort for an easy tramp like you” and to Linda’s surprise she ripped open Linda’s blouse making all the buttons fall to the floor. That made the other passengers turn to see, but a quick menacing glance of Acmed, the Arabic boy and everybody turned to mind their own business, it was not that they would risk a fight with a gang for a girl that seemed to be looking for sex action anyway. And she wasn’t asking for help anyway. Just one of the maids resisted Acmed’s sight and looked for Linda’s eyes. She looked at her silently like inquiring “Do you need help?”, Linda thought for a moment to stop that non-sense but she remembered Acmed and Vanessa and what was involved and… well and her own horniness and slowly negated with her head while looking to the floor ashamed. The maid made a disapproving gesture and returned her sight to the front of the wagon.

 

Now Linda’s blouse was wide open, she could try to close her blouse with one of her hands but she kept grabbing the vertical tube with both of her hands. It was as if they were glued. Mark quickly passed his hands all over her perky tits.   Acmed made a guttural noise like clearing his throat and Linda parted her legs even further for the amusement of the girls that could not believe that there were such levels of wantonness in such a young girl.

 

Lora in special was enjoying the fact of being morally superior to that slut. She was normally the most daring, but now she felt modest compared with that girl. She was determined to see how far could Linda go and she started pulling the zipper on the left side of the skirt.

“No please…stop…”, Linda whispered in a low voice not wanting to pull attention of the front passengers. Seeing that Lora didn’t stop, Linda tried to push her hand away of her skirt but instead she unintentionally touched the stoned boy’s dick. He had just stood up wanting a piece of the action.

 

Megan went ballistic, “Hey you slut, take your hands off of my boyfriend!”, Linda realized her mistake and returned her hand to the tube. In the meanwhile Lora had managed to open completely her zipper and had pulled her skirt away from her.

 

Linda was almost hyperventilating, here she was in a public place wearing an unbuttoned blouse and a pair of high heel shoes and nothing else. She didn’t dare to look to the front of the wagon, it would be too shameful if somebody was looking at her. Just then the train arrived to a station. Mark and Lora quickly blocked Linda so she could not be seen from outside but the station was empty anyway. The other passengers left the train, maybe they really arrived to their destination or maybe they didn’t want to have anything to do with those ruthless teens and their seemly willing slutty victim. Only the beggar and the teens remained in the train when it parted again. The next station was almost a half an hour ride to a suburb.

 

Megan pushed her boyfriend away and stood very close to Linda and said, “Hey you were touching my boyfriend’s dick slut”

“I am sorry, I… I didn’t mean to…I am… I am really not like this… I am good girl”

“I didn’t mean to”, Megan parodied her. ”Good girls don’t go around without underwear and don’t let strangers touch them, much less touch their dicks and in public.”

Linda was humiliated, she was being scolded by a low class girl for her behavior! and the worse part was that the girl was right, she had always considered herself a good girl but there is no way that a good girl behaved like that. She had to admit that she was a slut and she deserved the reprimand.

“I am sorry, I will behave….sorry”.

Megan was still angry but was also amused by that girl submissiveness and said, “If you want me to believe that you are sorry you will give something as a sign of appreciation. What about those shoes, I think they are too good for you. I bet they will look a lot better on me”.

Linda was blushing red, the idea that those cheap shoes looked too classy for her was humiliating her and arousing her to new high levels. On the other side, if that could get that menacing girl away from her, it worth it, she was going to put them in the trash once this adventure ended anyway. She crunched and took off her shoes and handed them to Megan, who smiled and returned to her sit. Linda noticed that the shoes Megan was wearing were even cheaper and were well worn.

 

Linda was now barefoot and it made her feel more vulnerable, and exposed. She tried to put away the thoughts of how disgusting was to be barefoot on such a nasty floor. Being barefoot had another effect, now every teen towered her which made her feel even more insecure.

Megan put on the shoes and she realized satisfied that were a good fit on her. “These are nice shoes. How many times did you have to fuck to get them slut?”

 

Linda remained quiet, she felt so small wearing only the unbuttoned white blouse while everybody else was fully dressed. Lora sat and put Linda’s skirt in her back pack, much to Linda’s anguish. With the two girls and the stoned boy now back in their sits only Mark and Linda remained standing which made her feel a lot more exposed, especially as Mark restarted his caresses all over her body, including her shaved pussy. She was getting hornier by the minute, Mark was already rubbing her clit while touching her tits and her respiration had became ragged. An orgasm was quickly approaching and she tried to fight it, but at some point it was too much, she needed to come, she deserved to come, after all this ordeal. She finally let her self go and a climax started to build up but when she was about to come, Acmed interrupted the scene.

 

“Linda,  We are going down in the next station. Don’t you need your skirt first?”

 

That returned her to reality, she turned to see Acmed and saw that he had been filming her with his cell phone. “No please… no photos …please”. The video was probably for Vanessa but she could not stand the idea of her shameful behavior being seen by other people, other teens or getting to the internet. Linda Shivered just thinking about it and even if just Vanessa saw them it was just too much. She felt an urge to dress and begged Lora. “Please ma’am give me back by skirt”, Lora most probably would have said no but before she could talk, Acmed interrupted again, “Tell you what Linda. You comply with three conditions, three little stunts and Lora will give you back your skirt, otherwise you will have a very interesting ride home”

 

Acmed was usually quiet, but he was without doubt the alpha of the gang. When he said something everybody else played along. And they were curious about what the stunts were going to be. Even Mark had retired his hands from Linda waiting for Acmed’s words.

 

“So what is going to be Linda?”

 

Linda considered her options, she didn’t have many, she could not safely return to her apartment without her skirt, even with her skirt it would be difficult and shameful, without it was simply unthinkable.

 

“OK… what are the stunts?”, she said in a very timid voice.

 

“Hey, that’s the spirit. It will be fun, you know you like this. I will tell you the first one: Give Megan your blouse, she will give it back when this ends”.

 

Linda instinctively closed her blouse with her hands, it didn’t covered much without the buttons and it went to just above her bare pussy. It wasn’t much but it was the only thing that she had.

 

“You gona a play or not?”, said Acmed impatiently.

Once again Linda realized she was trapped, she complied without saying a word, she took of her blouse and slightly trembling she put it on Megan’s lap. Megan was laughing amused and just as Lora had done with Linda’s skirt she stored it in her backpack.

 

“We have to concede that she is a really obedient slut”, said Lora and everybody laughed.

Linda blushed, “How did I end up being ordered around by a bunch of ignorant losers. And they are younger than me. I am supposed to have the education and the skills to easily handle them”, she felt that it went beyond Vanessa’s orders, the reality was that she felt compelled to follow their orders, the more humiliating the better. “Maybe Ruth (her hateful rich competitor for the team leader position) was right, I am not cut to be boss but to obey”, she rapidly scolded herself, “No girl, focus, you are doing this to destroy the barriers that stop you from being a great leader, few people would be as brave as I am to get their goals”.

 

Linda was blushing red she was covering her pussy with hand and her tits with the other risking a fall because she wasn’t grabbing any tube. The blouse didn’t really covered much but at least she felt a little dressed, now she there were no alibies she was simply completely naked in a public place at the mercy of this bunch of tough boys and girls. In spite of that her pussy was dripping like a faucet.

 

Acmed then said, “Very good Linda, I think that the girls should give you your next challenge.

 

There was some screams of exciting from the girls. It was very fun to have their own plaything. They started to whisper into each other’s ears and giggling a lot, Linda was red with shame and humiliation the expectation was killing her, finally Megan said, “We need you to….”, she interrupted her explanation by burst of laughs of she and Lora, but she managed to continue, “you need to get that beggar to give you a quarter”, she barely ended the sentence when the girls exploded in laugh again.

 

She turned to see Acmed like pleading mercy but he was smiling amused by the girl’s idea.

 

“Please… there is no need…. I…. I have fifty cents in my skirt pocket… I give them to you”

 

Megan answered, “Well thanks for the money but that doesn’t save you from the challenge. If I were you I started trying right now because the train will arrive to a station in less than 10 minutes and you still have to do this stunt and another one.”

 

Linda almost cried, she hated beggars and she had dismissed this one without even a “sorry I don’t have spare change” when he asked for money when she arrived to the Lincoln station and she shivered remembering his lustful stare when he saw her in her slutty outfit.  She started walking slowly towards him. He smiled showing a missing teeth and started musing something. Linda approached him, she was very nervous and completely ashamed, she said, “Sir, could you give me a quarter”, but her voice was so low that nobody hear her and the beggar didn’t reacted, he simply continued staring at her with lustful eyes.

 

She repeated her question twice before he got it, he simply said, “Sorry I don’t have spare”, which made the teens explode in a new wave of laugh. Linda turned to them looking for mercy she spelled, “I tried”, but Acmed said, “Your time is running out Linda”.

 

Linda started to beg, “please sir, I need it to get back my clothes”, but the beggar negated with his head, he had seen Linda in business clothes and could not sympathize with her, she looked like all those people that felt so superior to him, that even if they sometimes gave him a coin, made him feel like crap and avoided his touch like if he was a poisonous animal. No he won’t give her anything. But then Linda that was getting desperate say, “I’ll do anything, just give me a quarter please, just be quick I have very little time”.

He pondered that for a few seconds and then interrupted Linda’s begging and said, “OK, you do as I say for one minute and I’ll give you a quarter”.

Linda hesitated for a moment but then she accepted.

“Sit on my lap”

Linda tried to talk her way out, “Wouldn’t you rather like that I dance or something”

“No. Do what I tell you quick or go away”

Linda swallowed hard and sat her bare ass over the beggars leg. He was smiling broadly and just enjoyed the situation for a few seconds while Linda barely resisted the urge to run away.

“Now, embrace me”

Linda complied, she could feel his dirty sweaty clothes against her naked body and shivered with humiliation, but the humiliation was getting her horny again even in that disgusting situation.

“Kiss my cheek”

Linda complied, the teens were mesmerized and were completely quiet, the whole scene was surreal and completely arousing.

“OK, now take my hand….right….. now put it over your tit…. And look at me like I was

your boyfriend”

Linda took his hand and felt oddly aroused, she looked at him with a sight that was partly lust, partly fear and disgust and partly fake love, anyway the beggar was pretty satisfied.

He made her guide his hand to her other tit and then to her tights, “you are a very obedient girl”, he commented, and Linda blushed ashamed, she was a complete submissive, she was following orders by the person with less authority in the entire city but that only added to her arousal.

She was afraid that he wanted to touch her pussy but as his time was running out he said, “Kneel in front of me”

Linda was fearing the worse but he said, “beg for your quarter”

“Please sir, could you give me a quarter”

He smiled one more time and gave a coin to Linda. She quickly stood up and returned to the teens who cheered her and mock her. “This slut has no limits!”

Acmed said, “now is the turn of my friends”

This time Mark imposed his will , he was the second in command and he felt he had rights over that girl.

“Linda. You got me all worked up, let me tell you what, you only have to make me come and come yourself before we arrive to the station”

Linda turned to see Acmed once again but he only said, “You better hurry girl, a blow job could be the fastest way”.

Linda understood that as an order even when it wasn’t. She knelt before Mark and started sucking him while furiously rubbing her own pussy, she barely made it, she had made Mark come very quick but in spite of her horniness the nervousness blocked her orgasm and she came like an explotion just seconds before arriving to the station. She put her skirt and was still trying to put her blouse when she had to left the train or she would be forced to travel further north.  She boarded the train that  got her back home barefoot and wareing the minimal skirt and the blouse tied bellow her breast  she looked even sluttier, and her face and hair smelled of semen. Fortunately most trains were empty at that hour and she managed to get to her apartment without being seen. She collapsed in bed.

 

The next day Linda awoke late, she missed the work, and after eating something she checked her email and found one from Vannessa that had photos of the whole ordeal, including her challenges with the beggar and Mark.