This is a story I am writing for a reader. She is a German woman who has been encouraging me to keep writing since my first story (The Green Door). She emailed me someday telling me that she had somewhat enacted some fantasy inspired in the green door. From there we emailed back and forward over the years, and finally I tried to write a story about her. I don’t really know much about her, other than her nationality her overall appearance, and her profession (secretary), and of course some of her fantasies. Here is my try at a story for her.

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 “Obedience School”

Inga Part 1.

Inga toasted charmingly with her boyfriend Thomas. She showed a confident, satisfied smile. She felt at the top of the world right then. She was having dinner at “Les Solistes”, one of the finest French restaurants in Berlin. At first she had felt a little intimidated by the expensive restaurant ambiance, but as time passed she felt more at ease. It was maybe the alcohol, or that she convinced herself that she really belonged there.

Life had been smiling at her lately. Six months ago she got a promotion to executive secretary. Her company had just hired an English woman as CFO, and it opened a new position for an executive secretary. Inga had overcome a lot of competition from her fellow secretaries, and even from external ones, some of them with even better credentials than her, but she had took great advantage of her interview with Samantha James the new CFO, and had win her trust almost instantly. Inga had researched Samantha James beforehand, and learnt that she was a very conservative woman who felt a little uncomfortable around the uninhibited Germans. So Inga dressed the part, she wore a conservative business suit that made her look pretty competent, more like a junior executive than a secretary. Probably Samantha saw that it wasn’t all authentic, but considered that if Inga was willing to anticipate her needs, and make her feel fine at work, well, she deserved the chance.

As if that wasn’t enough to be happy, the 34 years old blonde have found Thomas. She was hanging in a bar with some of the young executives of her company. She was feeling a little bit out of place at the beginning, it was not the kind of place where she use to hang, and she barely knew her coworkers,  but when Thomas arrived to her table, she forgot about anything else.  He was a bank executive, he was blond and athletic, and very successful.   Thomas was four years older than her, and although she usually liked older men, she felt dazzled by him.

Since her promotion six months ago, her social life had changed a lot. Her hefty pay rise allowed her to move to a new apartment in the west side and to go to clubs and restaurants that not so long ago were too expensive for her. But all of it had come with a cost; the changes in her life had somehow alienated her from her usual friends.  First her fellow secretaries where jealous of her, and while they were usually polite with her, it was clear that they didn’t want her to hang with them anymore.  Her new address didn’t help to keep contact with her out of work friends, and her relationship with Thomas was absorbing most of his time, and she was mostly relating only with him and his group of friends.

After dinner they arrived to her apartment. She was a little tipsy, and horny, and she started taking off her clothes in the living room while laughing.  Thomas followed  her happily to the bedroom. She lay on the bed now completely nude on her back, while he fumbled with his clothes.

“You don’t need to get nude”, she teased him.

“I like it this way. You know it”, he said tossing his pants aside.

Inga was a little disappointed, she liked to be nude while he was fully dressed, but Thomas wanted to have his skin exposed so he could maximize the sensations.

He lay on top of her. He was already hard.

“Thomas”, she whispered blushing lightly, “Could you tie me this time”

“No. Inga. Love is the best aphrodisiac. If a couple really love each other, there is no need to play games to get aroused, or enjoy sex. Don’t you think?”

He said while tenderly kissing her neck and lips.

She simply smiled shyly at him, and kissed him back. She had always liked a bit of role playing, and rougher sex.

“Thomas is probably right”, she thought, “I need to enjoy sex with him, only because is him, and not because he plays my games”

Thomas started his classic foreplay, which was mostly tender kisses all over her nude body, and a little rubbing of her clit while Inga tried to put her fantasies out of her mind and enjoy the moment for what it was, but after some fruitless minutes in which Thomas attentions have only mildly aroused her, she had to replay in her mind some of her favorite erotic stories in order to lubricate enough for his penetration.

He did it, softly, gently, and again she tried to return her mind and soul to Thomas ministrations, but maybe he was tired, or a little bit drunk because he came too quickly leaving her frustrated again.

She awoke Saturday dawn to find that Thomas had already left. It was still dark outside, but his flight was very early in the morning. He was attending a family event at Hannover, but she had managed to excuse herself saying that she needed to get many things done and weekends were her only chance to do them. The last thing she wanted was another weekend with his family. She had been at Hannover just three weeks ago, and Thomas constantly presented her as his fiancé, it was cute,  and she felt fine, but while they were planning for her to move on with him in a month or two, they really hadn’t talk much about marrying yet. 

Thomas family was very traditional, and probably the fiancé thing was for his family’s benefit, but she knew it won’t be long before he really proposed her. Anyway a new travel could only precipitate things.

She liked Thomas, but she wasn’t completely sure to marry him. She felt good around him, he was attractive, and an excellent companion. He was funny and his ample culture made his conversations very interesting and diverse. Most of all, he gave her love and treat her like a queen, not to mention the economic security she could find at his side. All her friends envied her, and that made her feel good too. But there was a part of her that would die if she married him.

“I can get over my cravings. I can learn to enjoy the sex he gives me”, she thought trying to convince herself, but it was hard to say it with much conviction when she was still sexually frustrated.

She took her ipad from her nightstand, and headed to her favorite site. She opened a story and started reading while rubbing her clit.

“

Laura did not have more money to give the

whore and did not have the strength to fight, so she paid Nancy

what was agreed before and left the cubicle barefoot wearing only

the very short and cheap skirt and the small top. Her hair and

makeup were a mess due to the sweat (the cubicle was very hot)

and she looked completely trashy.

 As she was leaving, the now very elegant Nancy told her,

 “If you ever want more clothes from me, come on Tuesdays and

maybe we can make more business, by the way my name is Nancy.

What’s yours?”  Laura didn’t want to tell her name, but she also

wanted to leave fast so she answered:  “Laura.”  and  quickly

walked out .”

 

She was getting hornier by the minute, but then she thought.

“Maybe I should have a last little adventure? After I move with Thomas it will be very hard to do it. I bet it would help me realize that I can live without this odd part of my life”

She had “adventures” in the past; adventures inspired in part by the erotic stories that she read. She liked to pack one of her best attires in a backpack and then leave them in the park or in a charity center. The thought that some homeless girl was wearing her best clothes while she had to content herself with cheaper ones was something that excited her.

She packed one of her work attires, it was a green wool skirt that went to her knees, a white silk blouse and a blazer that matched her skirt. She was excited, and picked her favorite underwear set. It was a black bikini panty and a matching black bra; Both pieces were made of satin and lace, and were surrounded by thin silken pink ribbons. She thought of adding a pair of shoes, but she didn’t have that many.

She opened her drawers looking for some jeans for the excursion, but she felt wicked, and decided to put the dress of the night before over her nude body. It was a little red cocktail dress that fitted her like a glove, it was a strapless dress that showed a bit of cleavage and went to just above mid-tight. It looked better without underwear indeed.

She felt very happy with her image. Walking thru the woods in a cocktail dress was very odd, but the thought that she was nude under that form fitting little dress made her feel very sexy. The fact that she was wearing it with tennis shoes and in a completely out of context situation somehow made her feel more aroused.

She walked outside her apartment carrying a backpack with the clothes that she had gathered for the event. It was a little bit chilly. The sun was just rising, and the streets were empty. She walked a couple of blocks and arrived to the woods. She took a trail, and started walking.

After a 20 minutes’ walk, she had started sweating in spite of the cold climate. She climbed a little hill and from it she could see the back of Miller’s charity center. It was just 30 or 50 meters from the woods. She spotted the big metallic chute protruding from the building’s back wall. The chute was a wide tube that went thru the wall and allowed people to make clothes donations out of business hours.  She had never done a stunt there, but from the moment she saw the center, and how close it was to the woods, she had fantasized to use it for her games.

She opened her backpack and reviewed the clothes nervously. She probably shouldn’t throw away a work outfit, she was regretting her choice, trying to decide what to do. Then she looked at her dress, it was even more expensive than the business clothes, and then a wicked idea crossed her mind.

She looked around for people, but the place was deserted. She hid her backpack inside some bushes and then walked nervously downhill to the charity center.

She was getting more and more nervous, but also hornier by the minute. She arrived at the chute. There was a sign over it with some smiling cartoon characters thanking for the donations. Once the clothes were put on the chute they would slide and then fall a few meters into a big open container inside the building, so there was no way to getting them back.

Inga looked around nervously and then she unzipped the dress behind her back. She glanced around once more. She was very wet. She pulled her dress down, and throw it inside the chute. Her heart was pounding hard. She was naked in broad daylight in a public place, but she wanted more. She took off her tennis shoes and threw them inside the bin. Now she was completely naked.

Her petite body was exposed in all her glory. She was a 34 years old brunette, just 1.56m tall and she had a very nice body. She had a small waist and well-toned legs, her ass and breast were just a little bit large for her small frame, but that gave her an air of sexiness that made her very attractive.  

Then rational thinking seemed to return to her mind, and she realized she could be discovered, and ran to the woods. The 40 meters race in the coarse concrete floor reminded her that she had been really stupid to throw her tennis away, but the worst was yet to come. When she left the street to run into the woods she found that the trail wasn’t as smooth as it looked on her way in. She was constantly stepping over pebbles and roots.

“I need to slow down otherwise I will end up hurting my feet and make things much worse”, she thought.

She knew she should leave the trail to avoid bumping into somebody while she was fully nude, but she could barely walk barefoot in the trail, she knew it would be much worse outside it.

As she approached her clothes, she was feeling more and more at ease, and the horniness was definitely wining over the fear by then.

She wanted to rub her clit right then. She had planned to masturbate once she reached her clothes, but she knew that having her clothes on sight was going to ruin her mood.

She wanted to feel vulnerable, and irremediably nude, so she made a turn outside the trail, and walked for maybe 20 meters to find a little spot surrounded by dense butches. She sat on the ground and opened her legs. She felt so excited, her clothes were still around 100m ahead, and there she was all naked and dirty after having thrown what she was wearing into the donation center container and her only clothes around were still a good 3 minute walk away from her.

As she rubbed her pussy she was getting hornier by the minute, but she used all of her self control to avoid coming. She wanted to make the most of her little adventure, she wanted to make it last as much as she could.

She pinched her left nipple, and was fingering herself with abandon when she heard some noises on the trail!

“Shit! Nobody should be here this early”, she thought. She had walked this path several times before just for exercising, and never had seen anybody. 

She tried to keep calm but her heart was pounding hard.  She crawled nervously inside the bushes, thinking she would be even more hidden from the trail.  She had now scratches all around her body and was getting dirtier.

She could hear a man whistling happily while walking along the trail. She opened a little crack thru the bushes to be able to see while remaining mostly concealed from the path.

“Fuck!”, she whispered. She felt ditzy for a moment. This was just too much. The man was carrying her backpack!

She was hesitating, he was a black man, maybe in his fifties, probably an immigrant from Ghana or another African country. He was wearing a well used blue overall, so he was probably a mechanic or something.

“He could be dangerous”, she thought, “but returning all the way home naked and without keys or id could be worse”

She bitted her lower lip nervously, but finally shouted

“Sir! Sir!”

He turned around trying to see where the scream came from.

“can you toss me my backpack”, she managed to say, ”please..”

“I found this abandoned. I think it belongs to me now. I you want it, come here and we can discuss it”

She had mixed feelings, on one hand, he didn’t run with her backpack, on the other this conversation was making her nervous.

“Please just throw my backpack this way, and then I will come back to you and award you for your help”

He was about to do just that when he had a feeling and looked around in Inga’s direction, she could feel his eyes on her skin. She quickly closed the crack that she had opened in the bush, but it was too late.

He started laughing.

“So you are the generous soul. Aren’t you?”

She kept silent. She was getting very nervous.

“You just gave your dress to the donation center. Didn’t you?”

She had been caught! She remembered that she had a clear view of the donation center parking lot from some spots on the hill, not so far from the bushes where she hid her backpack. Inga felt completely foolish; she had been so careless. She didn’t know what to do, and only managed to say

“Please sir, give me my back pack…. I… I will reward you”

“Come on, let me look at you. Maybe we can sort this out”

Inga, saw that she hadn’t really a way out. And the man seemed more amused than dangerous, otherwise he would walk in her direction, instead of calling her to the open.

She walked nervously to the trail, covering her tits and pussy with her hands. She stood behind a tree just a few feet from the man.

She could see him clearly for the first time. He was very tall, probably 1.90m, and athletic, although he portrayed a small beer belly. His hair was cut pretty short, just a few millimeters, and had some gray, specially around his ears.

“My oh my”, he said, “come here, I can’t see you”. His voice was pretty bass.

She gave a couple of steps and was now on the trail, just a few feet from the man.

“My name is Jerome”, he said extending his hand. Inga felt it all was extremely surrealistic when she extended her own hand that was covering her pussy in order to shake his.

“I am Inga”, she said out of social reflex. “Shit”, she scolded herself, “I shouldn’t tell him”

“I know”, he said calmly, “I read your Id Inga Muller”

She shivered, she had put her purse in her backpack, and all her id’s and bank cards where there. She made a mental note of not carrying all her documents with her unless it was really necessary.

“I see you work at Becker Imports. Nice place to work. What do you do there?”, he said smirking. He was practically drinking Inga’s nude body with his eyes. He found the petite girl very attractive.

“Can you give me my clothes, and then we can talk?”, she said trying to assert herself. She didn’t want to give more personal information to that man.

“No”, he said simply, and then turned around as he was going to walk away.

Inga panicked,

“Stop please! I am the CFO’s assistant”

He turned around, “I don’t know what does that mean, but it sounds like you are the secretary of somebody very important”

She merely nodded, “Jerome Please…”,

He interrupted her. “I rather like that you call me sir”,

“Sir, please I can pay you, just give me back my things”

“That’s a good idea, but I think you were having a lot of fun and I interrupted you.  Tell you what: I am going to help you have even more fun, and at the end if you were good, I will give you your backpack and purse back. Don’t worry I won’t touch you unless you want it”

Inga looked at him nervously, she noticed a bulge in his pants.

“I don’t feel like playing anymore”, she whispered.

“Then, I will go. Hope you have a nice trip back to your house”

“No. Wait! I’ll play”

“Ok, follow me”, he walked out of the path to the place where Inga had masturbated previously.

He sat on the soil and started rummaging thru the back pack. He pulled the sexy underwear set and hand it to Inga.

“Put this on”

Inga felt relieved, she was going to dress at last.  In record time she was in her underwear.

“Turn around… that’s it… you are a pretty thing”

Inga shivered, in spite of her rational mind, she was becoming aroused by the situation. It was probably because she was already horny, or maybe because obeying Jerome commands were adding to the excitement of being nude in a public place.

“Keep turning until I tell you to stop. That’s it… slowly… yeah”

Inga felt both stupid and aroused by following his orders.

“That is a nice set of underwear. I think that some poor soul could benefit of it, don’t you think?”

Inga nodded slowly.

“So what are you waiting for? Go and drop it in the donation center”

“May I have the rest of my clothes first?”, she asked shyly. Part of her want him to say no.

“No, my dear. Now run, it is almost 9:00Am, and son people will start travelling this trails. There is a flea market over there that opens at 11:00pm“

Inga started her walk to the donation center. This time she was more nervous, and Jerome comments on the flea market only added to her fears of being discovered as she was. Every time she heard the slightest sound she ducked into the nearest bushes. Finally she arrived to the pavement. She would be again in the open, she knew she could be seen from afar, and now she was specially aware that she could be seen from the hill behind her. And well, she was certain that she was being seen from there by Jerome.

She ran thru the pavement, this time she could feel the pavement was starting to heat up, but was not too uncomfortable yet. She arrived at the chute and was breathing hard. Once again she was going to be naked, and giving up some of her favorite clothes. She breathed deeply and then unhooked her bra and threw it inside the chute. After just a little hesitation she peeled off her panties and put them in the chute too.

She was blushing bright red. She probably shouldn’t have chosen that underwear set. It was a gift from Thomas. She quickly discarded her regrets. She had more important things to think of right then. She was again naked in the backyard of the donation center, a very public place, and she was getting hornier by the minute.

She ran back to the woods, but once there she started to walk normally fearing an injury in the irregular terrain.

From afar she noticed Jerome sat on a small clearing, and to her dismay, she realized that he was filming the whole event with his cellphone.

“O God, It seems that now everybody has a smartphone. I just hope he doesn’t have access to the internet now”, she thought bitterly, but somehow in her aroused state, the idea of being in the internet was more thrilling than frightening.

“Sir, please no photos or video”

“Don’t worry Inga. They are just for me”

She saw no point in discussing it, “May I have my backpack now sir?”

“Almost girl. We are only missing the payment thing”

Inga rolled her eyes, “Wasn’t my show enough?”, she thought, but remained quiet.

“I see you have 30 euros in your purse, you can use your debit card to give me another 100 euros, you may say it is for my service helping you have more fun”

“Ok. Let’s do it, give me my clothes and …”

“No.”, Jerome interrupted her, “What fun would it be? Let’s walk to the donation center first.”

Inga was reluctant, but she was getting more aroused.

“Ok”

She walked in front of him, while he enjoyed the view. He wasn’t a bad person, but he hated how white people disrespected him. When he was young he had been powerful, he had been a gang leader. People had feared or respected him, but with the age, he fell in love, he settle down, he was in a way domesticated, so now he had to swallow his pride and take orders from young white people. He was divorced now. He was too misogynist, too authoritative towards females for these days, so he ended alone.

Somehow seeing Inga’s obedience had awaken that part of him. The part that craved power, the part that wanted to dominate, and control, but he knew it was just a game.

Quickly they arrived to the pavement. She turned to see him expectantly. He opened the backpack and handed Inga her silk blouse.

She was waiting for the rest, when he handed her a debit card and said.

“There is an ATM very near. Just go around the donation center and cross the street. It would be half block to your right. Go now, before it gets more traffic”

 Inga’s eyes were fully open. “I can’t go like this”, she said. The blouse was long enough to cover her pussy and most of her ass, but from the sides it went just a little bit under her waist.

She was blushing red. It was too much. Until now she had avoided to be seen by anybody but Jerome, but once in the street that was impossible. She could hear the cars from they were. The traffic wasn’t continuous, but while they were discussing that, she had heard at least four.

“You have to. If I give you the rest of your clothes, you won’t probably come back, and if I go with you, you may call the police or something. But if you don’t want to, I may keep your backpack and it’s contents as my payment”

Inga blushed bright red, and started walking to the donation center. She felt very strange, she had been nude there, but she felt more self conscious now because now she was sure she was going to be seen.

She passed around the donation center to the street. Immediately a car passed making her shiver. While crossing the street she felt totally exposed. She could be seen from several blocks on each side. A car stopped in her intersection enjoying the show. She ran the half block to the ATM. She could hear some car honks but she didn’t want to turn and see them.

She fumbled with her card PIN once, but then forced herself to concentrate, otherwise the machine would swallow her card and she would be in worse problem. She retired the cash, and ran back to the Donation Center parking lot.

Jerome wasn’t in the spot where she left him. She looked around in panic, and then she saw him throwing her clothes in the chute. She would have to get home in just her blouse.

She was more aroused than ever.

“Sir. Here is your money”, she said.

“Come with me Inga. We are almost over”

He walked to some trash containers that were also in the donation center parking lot.

She pointed a spot between two containers. It was pretty secluded.

“Sit on the floor”

Inga complied.

“You are very horny. Don’t you?”

She nodded.

“Rub yourself to orgasm”

She was mesmerized, and she couldn’t wait to get home. She rationalized that otherwise she could do something stupid due to her horniness. She unbuttoned her blouse and opened it to have easier access to her tits and pussy.

She started rubbing her clit and touching her breasts, pinching her nipples, all in front of Jerome who looked at her with contempt, while filming the whole thing with his cell phone.

“Tell me who you are, what you are and are you doing, and don’t forget to smile”

 “I am Inga Muller,  and I… I am a slut… I am masturbating in the donation center parking lot… in broad day light… wearing just a blouse… after running around naked”

She felt like a bimbo saying those words with a smile plastered on her lips.

 

“And why are you doing that?”

“Because I want it… I need it…. Because I am  a bimbo, and I can wait to get back home”

Thinking that she had just paid this man $130 to humiliate her like this she came with an explosion.

He tossed her backpack at her and said, “My phone number is already on your cellphone. If you need me to order you around again, just call me and maybe we can arrange something”

She wasn’t really listening by then. In a daze she buttoned up her blouse and picking her backpack she ran back to the woods while Jerome walked towards the street.

Part 2

Sunday morning she awoke late. Her pussy was sore from all the masturbation. She had lost the count of her orgasms since Saturday events.

The travel back home wearing just a silk blouse had been a frightening and exhilarating. At first she had hoped she could avoid to be seen, so she jumped out of the trail every time she heard somebody coming, but finally she realized it was only getting her more attention, and making her take much more time, and as minutes passed the trail was packing with more traffic. So she resigned herself to stay on the trail no matter what. It was very shameful for her; she had met many people on the trail, some had made playful remarks about her state of undress, but others have openly mocked her, or even scolded her, adding to her disgrace, and oddly to her arousal.

When she arrived home she came to her senses, and was repented for the clothes that she lost, and realized how risky and even dangerous those silly games could be. But after a little time of repentance, she decided to enjoy her little adventure to the max, so she masturbated with content more times than she could remember.

But now she was getting out of the arousal stupor of the day before. It was maybe the soreness, or her hangover-like feeling, but she as now realizing how stupid her little game become.

“What if Thomas find out about this?”, she thought, “surely he would be disappointed. He didn’t like us to play games, much less for me to play them alone”

She mused about it while she ate some leftovers she found in the refrigerator. She didn’t even heat them up. One more thing worried her.

“Did I cheat Thomas by playing with Jerome?”, she asked herself

“No. It wasn’t my decision, and I didn’t even touch him, so it must not be cheating”, she tranquilized herself. Still she knew that Jerome had made her game a lot more exciting and arousing.

Then she was nervous again, “What if he blackmails me or something, he can put the shameful videos and photos on the internet, and someway they could reach my boss or Thomas”, she thought frightened, but realized that she was also aroused by the idea or him blackmailing her to make her do things, embarrassing things.

She put away her sexual thoughts and realized that her career and relationship was in danger. She remembered he added his phone number to her smartphone.

“What if Thomas ask me who is Jerome?”

She took her smartphone and started looking for his name. He couldn’t find it. She was both relieved and afraid. So she started reviewing name by name until she found an entry under the name of MASTER.

“The bastard”, she thought, but a hand went to her pussy.

She was deciding if she should erase the contact, but decided to keep it. After all if something about her shameful Saturday came to the light, at least she could contact the man to stop him or threaten him or whatever.

She renamed the contact, for a moment she thought of writing “Dry Cleaning”, but Thomas or she could end up calling by mistake. A mischievous smile appeared in her face as she wrote “Obedience School J” amused by her ingenuity. She didn’t even have a dog, nor Thomas, but she didn’t think that Thomas would raise an eyebrow if he saw this entry in her smartphone. If he asked, she will simply tell him that she took the contact from a friend just to send it to another friend and forgot to erase it.

Part 3

The first few days after her adventure, she was all edgy, jumping every time her phone rang, or when she received an email. She was always scrutinizing her co-workers and boss faces trying to find any sign or scorn or rejection, as if they had seen her embarrassing pictures on the internet or something, but it never happened.

As she calmed herself, she immersed herself in her routine of work days, and leisure nights with Thomas. She had tried to push her thoughts about Jerome and their little adventure out of her mind, but she had found her sexual encounters with Thomas increasingly frustrating, and had started fantasizing about being ordered around by Jerome even when she was making love with her boyfriend.

It was like some kind of bizarre world. Many women fantasize about handsome movie stars, or millionaires while making love to their plain, poor boyfriends, but she had surprised herself by closing her eyes to fantasize about an ugly, uneducated poor old man, that had been rude to her, instead of looking at the handsome rich man who was tenderly making love with her. Fortunately Thomas misinterpreted the situation, instead of thinking that she seemed a lot more excited when she closed her eyes, he thought it the other way around, he thought that she closed her eyes because she was too aroused and lost in passion.

“See Inga. You are enjoying sex more each day, and without playing silly games. I told you: We don’t’ need any help to excite each other.”

“Yes, my love”, she lied. She couldn’t tell him that she just had an earth shattering orgasm by thinking about another person while making love with him.

 But as weeks passed, the novelty of her fantasies started to wear down, and she was becoming more and more frustrated. She even had to feign orgasms a couple of times to avoid Thomas from thinking that something was wrong. She started unconsciously avoiding sexual encounters with Thomas because she dreaded being unable to come from his tender, expert ministrations, and he was starting to notice it, getting a bit frustrated himself.

“Inga”, he told her one night, “I have to travel to Barcelona for a couple of weeks, to help in a due diligence. I had thought that you could visit me in the weekend instead of me traveling back here…”

Inga looked at him expectantly. She always wanted to go to Spain, but the tone in his voice told her that he hadn’t finished talking.

“I had been thinking Inga. I am seeing that lately you are not so into it when we have sex. It is not a complain or anything, I understand you. It could happen to me too. I think that a little abstinence would make the sex more enjoyable for the two of us, so what do you think if we stay apart until I return in a couple of weeks? Just think how much desire we will have built by then.”

Inga was disappointed but tried to cover it. “Shit I lost my chance to travel because I had been being a bad lover”

“Ok Thomas”, she said without much conviction. “I understand, I think the stress at work had me all distracted, but you are right I think this could help, and it would be wonderful when you return”, she said the last phrase with a renewed enthusiasm.

She thought of avoiding masturbating while Thomas was away so she could really built up desire, but work was getting increasingly stressing, and she had always coped with stress by masturbating. She finally succumbed to the temptation, but she only got a mild orgasm. She needed something else. She needed another adventure. She thought about going into the woods and do something there, but somehow the idea didn’t arouse her much anymore.

Feeling guilty she took her phone, and browsed thru the contacts. Just seeing the entry for “Obedience School” made her cream. She realized that she indeed needed another adventure, but now an alone adventure won’t have the same thrill anymore.

“I can play a little game again. It is not as if it is cheating, and Thomas would enjoy again the horniest version of his little girlfriend”, she smiled to herself. Just the idea of making it real aroused her a lot, but she knew that in spite all the euphemisms that she could use, she would be crossing a line, still she toyed with the idea while touching herself and drinking a glass of wine.

Finally her horniness, and maybe her drunkenness took the best of her, and she finally dialed him.  

“Jerome?”, she said over the phone. She could hear the respiration over the phone but no answer.

“Sir?”, she said.

“That’s better”, said Jerome trying to sound nonchalant, hiding his excitement. He had registered Inga’s number in his smartphone, and after all those weeks he had almost lost all hope of receiving Inga’s call. He had been fantasizing a lot about her, but he knew he couldn’t contact her; it simply won’t work that way. If he took the initiative she could accuse him of stalking her or even worse, not to mention that this way he also kept the high ground, both in hierarchy, and morally.

 “Sir… I’d… been thinking… you know… maybe we can play… you know… again”, she said. She scolded herself, she never stammered that way. She was used to talk with CEO’s and other very important people on almost daily basis, and now here she was all insecure to talk to that low class man.

“What game do you want to play?”, he said with feigned indifference.

It took all his will to restrain himself, but he had replayed this conversation in his mind many times since that Saturday, and he knew that he had to play it cold, to let her be the anxious one, even when he had been craving to control her again, and needed his own fix.

 “I want you to order me around… to make me do things…you told me that I could call you remember”, she said, her normally confident voice turned into a childish insecure whisper because of her shame, and her increasing horniness.

“Yes I told you that you may call me, and I could be interested, but tell me what kind of things I could make you do”

Inga was getting increasingly horny, so she answered, “anything you want sir, anything that  amuses you or arouses you”, she knew she should set limits, and hint the kind of activities that she was willing to do, but she was so horny and she wanted things to be completely out of her control.

“I like that, and I am willing to play”, he said, “but only if it is on my terms”

“OK”, she squirmed on her sit. The talk wasn’t going like she had expected.

“Well, I have a couple of conditions”, said Jerome

“Yes”, she said a little too quickly, without even hearing the requests.

Jerome chuckled, but quickly recomposed himself.

“First. I will help you get your kicks, but this time you will have to make me come too. The other day I had a serious case of blue balls”

Inga was expecting something like that. She had mixed feelings about the idea of having sex with Jerome, on one hand she wasn’t physically attracted to him at all, but on the other it would be nicely humiliating to have sex with that stranger, old, poor, unattractive man instead of her attractive boyfriend, just because he ordered so. 

She was pretty uncomfortable with the idea of cheating on Thomas, but she wanted this so bad that she had to compromise.

“Ok, Sir, but no intercourse”, she convinced herself ala Clinton, that if it wasn’t intercourse, it wouldn’t be cheating.

“Don’t worry I always prefer a nice and long blow job, or a good face fuck”

She shivered at his bold response, and tried to get the conversation back to her comfort zone.

“What’s the second request sir?”

“Well, I liked it that Saturday because you really had no choice, and I want it that way or nothing”

“Don’t worry Sir, I will obey you”

“No Inga. I want you to have no other choice but obey everything I tell you, no matter if you like it or not. How can I achieve that?”

Inga blushed. She had fantasized about this kind of scenario many times, and in her fantasies she didn’t want a way out either.

“You may blackmail me”, she said almost in a whisper.

“How?”, He answered laconically. He had some ideas, but he rather liked Inga to hung herself.

“With the photos and videos you already have… you may threaten me to put them in the net”,

“Nah”, he said,” too generic, but it is a start. Let me help you. Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Yes”, she said barely whispering. She knew she was giving too much information.

 “Does he know about your escapades? Does he know about that Saturday?”

“No sir”, She was ashamed of her behavior; she had a handsome, successful boyfriend that many women envied, and she was willing to cheat him with a low class old man just to get her kicks. She bitted her lower lip.  Those thoughts must make her react, but instead she was feeling hornier by the minute.

“I bet you boyfriend is a nice and proper gentleman who ignores that his pretty girlfriend is a little slut that plays sexual games behind him, Isn’t he?”.

Inga was pretty shocked that he had read her so easily. She was mute, she just couldn’t answer, but it wasn’t necessary.

“How about if you give me your boyfriend, and your boss email addresses. That way the threat would be much more real, don’t you think?”

She couldn’t even answer. She was both frightened and aroused by the idea. If he used that leverage she would lose both her job and her boyfriend, that would put her in a very complicated situation, specially now that she was paying an expensive rent for her flat.

She toyed with the idea for a couple of minutes. It was all like in her crazy fantasies, but for once her rational mind won over her pussy.

“No… sir, I don’t think so…I definitely can’t do that, maybe I can think of something else…”, she said meekly.

“Well, too late, because now that is a requirement, if you want my services send me a message with the email addresses and then we could talk about meeting again, but don’t worry I won’t use them unless you disobey me”

“No…”, she said without much conviction.

“Well, call me when you are ready”, he said and hung the phone.

She rubbed her pussy furiously just at the thought, but convinced herself that she won’t do that, not even in a million years, she wasn’t that stupid.

The next couple of days she fantasized a lot about Jerome and had masturbated quite a few times, just replaying the call in her head, or fantasizing about accepting his contitions. She was surprised how he had pushed all the right buttons. 

Soon the effect of her fantasies started to wear down, and she craved for more. So one afternoon she was bored in her office, and couldn’t resist to call Jerome. She knew it was stupid to call while she was still in the office, but it had been a slow day with her boss out on a trip.

 “I’ll do it. I will give you their email addresses”, she had readied a couple of fake email accounts that sounded credible for her boss and her boyfriend.

“Ok slut, but you had too much time to think about it, so instead of their emails send me their full contact data straight from your phone right now. If I don’t receive them in 20 seconds this deal is over and I will block your calls. So it is now or never, and send me your full contact data too”

Before thinking, she fumbled with her phone and sent the contacts via whatsapp to Jerome. She was regretting her poor judgment when she read his reply.

“Good girl. Now we are talking. Meet me tonight at 7:30PM in this address. Wear your shortest skirt, a halter top,  and high heels”.

“Yes sir”, she typed back excitedly.

She immediately regretted her decision. She had acted on impulse and without giving it too much thought she had put her life in the hands of that stranger, but that idea made her hornier.

“I am so fucked up,” she thought.

Part 4

She had planned to go home, and have a nice bath before changing into the required outfit, and then take the subway, and walk to the address Jerome gave her. Unfortunately just five minutes before her exit hour, her boss called her, asking her to email her a bunch of documents, and many of them were on paper, so she had to scan each of them before sending the whole bunch by email; by the time she had finished it was already 6:25pm.

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She realized nervously that she didn’t have time to go home to change. The downtown stores were already closing, and she didn’t have time to go to the commercial district and back. She tried to decide what would be worse, to be late, or to fail being dressed as he ordered. After a little thinking, she decided that her best bet was going straight to her meeting, otherwise he could use his blackmail leverage, even before she arrived.

She walked to the address, It wasn’t far from her office, as a matter of fact just a 30 minutes walk. Nonetheless the neighborhood was very different from the business district where she worked. She checked the address nervously in her phone, and in the building in front of her.  The place was a shady bar. She arrived with just 5 minutes to spare.

Nervously she checked her work clothes, a nice black skirt that went just an inch above her knees, and a long sleeve blue shirt, and a black blazer.

She felt a little bit apprehensive. The place was poorly lit and there were just a few patrons, mostly men, but also a few young women. Everybody looked low class, most probably they had low paying jobs or lived from unemployment benefits. She felt overdressed, and out of place. She was also the only white person at the moment, the others seemed to be immigrants or of immigrant descent. She felt nervous, this wasn’t the kind of place that she frequented, not even before the fortune smiled her.  She felt the curious stares of most of the patrons on her. She knew she looked very different than the usual customers. She blushed, keeping her sight at her table, trying to ignore everybody else.

 “You wana  beer or something?”, said the young waitress. Inga was startled by her words,  she turned to see her. She was a pretty young woman of mixed race, her skin looked just slightly tanned, her hair was jet black, and her big eyes where hazel brown. Her hourglass figure was just a bit voluptuous. Inga couldn’t hide her contempt. The waitress was cheaply dressed with a tight yellow tank top and a short black mini skirt.

“Hey Miriam come here”, somebody shouted from other table.

“I’ll come back later, in the meanwhile you may look at our beer list over there”, she said pointing to the wall behind the bar that was full with advertisements of different brands of beers.

Inga looked with some sick fascination as Miriam approached the table and let a customer pass his hand around her thin waist while everybody in the table placed new orders. She smiled and flirted while letting the patrons touch her, although from time to time she playfully smacked an approaching hand.

When Miriam returned, Inga was no longer successfully hiding her contempt.

“Bring me a Stella”, she said in a somewhat harsh tone.

Miriam was annoyed by this high and mighty girl invading her work space. She didn’t like the way her patrons looked up at the nicely dressed secretary, nor the way Inga looked down at her.

Inga sipped slowly from her beer, she was becoming increasingly angry, and afraid. She hated to have to wait. She felt unpunctuality was a total disrespect, but she was more anxious than usual, she had been checking the door almost since her arriving, and now that more than 15 minutes have passed she was hesitating about leaving, her mind divided between anger and anxiety.

When she spotted him, she felt both relieved, and scared. She had put herself in the hands of that unknown man.  On a rational level she knew it had been a very stupid idea, but her pussy was dripping with anticipation.

When he arrived at her table, she smiled at him nervously, all her previously felt anger replaced by apprehension and anticipation.

“Hi sir”, she said in a shy voice, like an insecure school girl.

He didn’t return her greetings. His sight was stern, almost angry.

 “We haven’t yet started and you already disobeyed me. I said wear a mini skirt, halter top, and high heels. Who talked about a blouse and a skirt? Are you wearing underwear too?”

She meekly nodded, “I am sorry sir, I couldn’t go to my house to change. My boss called me…”

She was starting to explain her problem while Jerome was paying more attention to his phone, which Inga normally found infuriating; then her own smart phone chimed which startled her.

 “Read it”, he said seriously.

She shivered and opened the new email that just arrived to her phone.  It looked like spam from some porno site, the subject was “cheap sluts near you”, but she had a bad feeling as she clicked on it. She noticed that it had a lot of addresses but she recognized her boss and her boyfriend emails, and she must had been blind copied. The email content was just as shocking. It had a link to some real porn site, but what struck her was a photo of herself sat on the pavement between the trash containers frigging her clit. The photo was a close up, so it mostly showed her pussy, which was partially hidden by her hands, and her tights.

She was pale when Jerome talked.

“That is to show you that the threat is real. You disobey me and you are toast. You do what I tell you no matter what, you have a problem you fix it, I don’t care how, but if you disobey there will be consequences. Understand?”

She nodded nervously.

“Now, as I am generous, I will give you ten minutes to change into the required clothing.

She looked at him frightened. “But that’s impossible”, she said her mind completely clouded by her fear.

He realized that she was about to breakdown, “I will help you this time, you will have to use your little brain in the future”

“Miriam, come here sweetheart”

Miriam approached smiling, obviously he was a regular. He had divorced more than ten years ago, so he expended much of his free time (and money) in that bar.

“Hi Jerome, can I pour you a barrel beer?”, she said in a flirty tone.

“Yes sweetty, but first I want to propose you a little deal”

She raised an eyebrow, but refrained herself before saying anything. She just flirted enough to get good tips, but she never accepted anything further than a little touching here and there. And the word deal ringed all the wrong bells.

“Not that kind of deal”, said Jerome amused by Miriam’s reaction.

“Listen, my friend here feels overdressed”

“She obviously is”, said Miriam with some impatience.

“Well, she wants to exchange outfits with you”

Inga’s eyes were like plates. She couldn’t afford to lose another work outfit, she still had not replaced the one she ‘donated’ that Saturday.

Miriam laughed, “Sure”, she said sarcastically.

“It is not a joke. She really longs to be dressed like you, don’t you Inga?”

She nodded blushingly.

Miriam looked at the pair intrigued, they were really a very odd couple. Miriam had occasionally seen Jerome with women, but they always looked low class, and to be frank they mostly looked like whores.

“Is this for real?”, she asked Inga.

“Yes ma’am”, she said, immediately regretting having called her ma’am.

“Well be my guest. We can exchange outfits at the end of my shift, I surely can’t work in those clothes”

Jerome looked at Inga, touching his clock in a threatening way.

“Miriam, maybe we can work something up. I can pay you the shift. She wasn’t happy with her own offer, but she had priorities.”

“No, ma’am. I can’t call a replacement now, and I couldn’t leave Klaus alone. Klaus was the bartender, and owner of the place.

“I can cover for you”, she added nervously.

Miriam was amused by her anxiety, and liked very much the idea of taking that posh girl down a peg or two.

“OK, let me talk to Klaus, but you have to give me at least 30 euros from tips that I surely would have  earned by the end of the shift”

A few minutes later a very nervous Inga left the bathroom dressed in only the short skirt, and the yellow cropped thank top  that Miriam was wearing before. She had tossed her underwear in the trash can, and was carrying her sensible shoes in her hand. Miriam didn’t want the exchange, her shoes were expensive, but Miriam said they were grandma’s shoes.

Jerome looked amused as Inga returned barefoot to the table too nervous to wear the offending items. After she explained the situation to Jerome, he laughed.

“I don’t blame Miriam, those shoes are very ugly, toss them in the trashcan and bring us a barrel beer”

Humiliated, and with pain for her loss she complied with the order. She felt very nervous being so scantly dressed and without underwear. She was also very aroused. She knew that being barefoot, and with her nipples poking thru her blouse she looked cheaper than Miriam had looked before. When she put the beers over the table she realized that Miriam now looked no different than most of her coworkers.

Miriam smiled and cheered with Jerome. Normally she didn’t fraternize with the customers to this level, but she found Inga fascinating, and she wanted to contemplate her for more time, so she accepted Jerome’s invitation to drink and eat while Inga finished her shift.

After she served them, she stood by their table nervously, she had once worked as a waitress in her twenties, but it was a restaurant.

Miriam saw her amused, “Not so high and mighty now,” she thought.

“Inga, you need to walk to the tables, looking for half empty glasses, and asking them if they need something,  you will need to sell around 40  more beers to make the tips, my shift ends in two hours.”

Inga looked around, Miriam was formerly tending 4 tables, one with 5 working men, another with a pair of young men, and two with couples (including the one with Jerome and Miriam). All in all she was tending 9 men and a pair of women.  She estimated that she needed to sell 4 beers to each men, and a couple to each of the women.

Jerome was amused by the whole situation, and pulling Inga by the waist he whispered into her ear, “If you fail to get the tips, I will send them another photo, this time showing your face”

Inga palled, and for a moment she seemed petrified, but Jerome gave her playful spank on the ass and she started to walk.

She saw one almost empty glass on the table with two men, so she approached them nervously.

“Hi, do you want another beer sir?” she said flashing them a nervous smile.

“Off course darling, but first tell us your name”

“I am Inga, sir”

“Nice, and what is all about the clothes exchange?”, he said sincerely curious.

Inga blushed bright red.

“I… I liked to take Miriam’s place for a awhile… she seemed to have fun serving you…”

She regretted her choice of words, specially after they laughed.

After that she started bringing beers to every customer that seemed to be finishing the one in front, but soon minutes started to drag without another new order. 

She looked at the clock, she had consumed 45 minutes, and she had only sold 12 beers, at this pace she would never make it. She knew what to do, but she didn’t dare, but as another five minutes passed, she realized that the only way was to “encourage” more consume by rewarding the person who asked for another beer, so the next time she saw an almost empty glass in the 5 men table, she approached the man, and stood very close to him, passing a hand over his shoulder then she bent at her waist until she was at eye level with the customer, giving him a great down-blouse view and asked.

“Do you want another beer?”, he of course nodded grinning passing a hand around Inga’s waist.

She smiled, trying to be seductive, but she looked nervous. Then she brought him another beer, needless to say that by then another of his mates had finished his beer.

An hour later, she was still 4 beers short, but by then she had been fondled openly by half a dozen men. The men had grown increasingly bold, first casually touching her tights or her shoulders, but as more beer poured in, someone started touching her naked ass under her skirt, and even the insides of her tights, very near her pussy. Inga was very horny by then, and slightly drunk. Jerome had insisted that she must drink a beer every time that he or Miriam drank one, so by then she had drunk 4 beers, all in all she was putting less and less resistance for the patrons rude advancements. She longed, and dreaded for one customer to start touching her pussy.

“Ok. Time is over sweetty,” said Jerome.

Inga palled, “but… but… I am just a couple of beers short sir”

“Sorry Inga, but time is over…” Inga was paralyzed.

“Well, just for this time I will give you a way out. Bring me a beer, and drink yourself another, and pay our check”

Inga ran for the couple of beers, and gave her credit card to a very smiling Miriam.

“We’ll live in 3 minutes, you better finish that”, said Jerome seriously while sipping at his beer. She started taking long sips of hers. It was maybe the speed at she was drinking, or that this beer had reached her threshold, but it hit her like a truck.   

The trio left the bar. Inga was very uncomfortable with Miriam there, but she and Jerome seemed to be getting along really well.

They walked for a couple of blocks, Inga was feeling apprehensive, it was past 11 in the night, on a week day, so the traffic was scarce, but she felt very self-conscious dressed as she was. She walked with her eyes cast at the floor, hopping that they didn’t walk into somebody she knew. But the odds were very low.

She wanted to go home and masturbate, she was very horny, but she knew that Jerome would want his sexual reward first; She would have proposed Jerome to satisfy him in an alley or something, but Miriam was still with them. 

Inga had an extra reason to feel apprehensive; they were walking in the wrong direction, getting away from the metro station that would take her to her home. When they turned left into a smaller street she felt relieved. It wasn’t empty, but the traffic was even scarcer, and there wasn’t any pedestrian in sight, so she would probably spare the occasional whistles that she had to endure in the other street.

“Inga, give me your blouse”, said Jerome.

She looked around nervously. She didn’t want to do it, but she thought,

“Maybe he want his blowjob now, and then I would be able to go home,” but then she looked at Miriam who was smirking at her, and then looked at Jerome, “Isn’t she going to leave first?” And then she added, “Sir”.

“No”, he laughed, “she wanted to see you perform. It is going to be humiliating for you, but the more humiliating the better for you, isn’t it?”

Inga blushed bright red, but maybe due to her drunkenness, or her horniness, or out of plain sincerity but she nodded resigned, and then she took off her blouse, and handed it to Jerome, who smiled and put it into a small sport bag that he was carrying. From it, he took a thick but short rope and told Inga to put her hands behind her back and turn around.

She was very scared, but very excited. Bondage was a turn on for her, but to do it in the street while topless was almost too much. After a couple of minutes they were walking again.

In spite of the alcohol, her senses seemed heightened. She could feel the breeze on her nipples, and on her legs, and she heard every single little noise, which made her panic, but fortunately they didn’t cross with anybody.

Then Miriam approached her, and put her hands on Inga’s waist. Inga turned to see Jerome for help, but he was chuckling while Miriam rolled up Inga’s skirt at the waist a few times until a full couple of inches of her ass were on display.

They made Inga march ahead of them, she felt even more exposed. At every corner she turned back her head for instructions to the pair that walked 5 or 6 yards behind her.

They were talking casually, about their backgrounds while Inga exposed herself in that shameful way. Inga listened that Miriam had been a college student back in Spain. She was studying business management, but never got to finish because of the economic crisis.  A couple of years before, as the bad times in her country seemed to be there to stay, she decided to try to find a job in Germany,  after all she spoke the language decently, but soon she realized that there weren’t so many opportunities. She hoped to save money and continue her studies, but nowadays she had only been able to find shitty jobs that barely kept her alive.  

They had walked for 5 minutes when they crossed with an old man, who was surprised and approached them.

“What the fuck! Are you alright?”, he said genuinely concerned.

“Yes sir… we are only… you know… playing a game”, she said blushing bright red.

He turned to see Jerome, and Miriam, and then back to Inga. Somehow Miriam presence made the situation look more innocuous. If it had been just Jerome and Inga, he would probably call the police, but seeing Inga blushing, and Miriam amused, smiling face, he simply believed Inga’s response.

“Kids”, he said negating with his head, “just be careful”, and then marched away.

Jerome was relieved by the outcome, and said to Inga.

“Next time we find somebody, just smile at him so he knows that you agreed with this”

She nodded, but it made the rest of the encounters even more embarrassing for her. She could feel the contempt and the lust of the few women and men they found during their walk. But if was undeniably that she was hornier by the minute.

Suddenly she reached a much wider street. It was a familiar street! Her office was in that street! There were a series of big warehouses at each side of the street, probably built in series because they all looked pretty similar from each other. Some of them had attached a 4 story glass office building. The zone didn’t allow for manufacturing, so most warehouses were storage for commerce business, as a result there wasn’t so much activity at this time of night. The street was deserted.

She turned to see Jerome for instructions hopping that he won’t make her cross that street. Instead her said, “Turn to the left on the big street Inga”.

She paralyzed. It was even worse, he wanted her to walk nearly naked along her office street. It was just too much. She turned around and walked towards Jerome.

 “Sir. I can’t be here like this! Can’t we walk by other route?”

“No. This is the only way I know to get to our destination”, said Jerome

Inga, decided she should assert herself. It had been exciting so far, but this was too much, and she knew she should set a limit.

“No sir, I don’t think so. I won’t walk by this street”

“Oh, I see”, said Jerome smiling, and Inga felt like she had won a little victory to make the game more on her own terms.

 He pulled his cellphone and said,

“I told you I want you to obey every single order, no matter what, or there would be consequences; so I will give you a last chance:

You have 10 seconds to take off your skirt, hand it to Miriam and walk back to that street, otherwise the deal is over and I will send all your photos to your boss and boyfriend, including the new ones with all those patrons fondling you in the bar”

Inga felt paralyzed, “Should I call his bluff. He certainly knows the game would be over the minute he does that. On the other hand he seems to be quite fond on Miriam. For him it would mean to lose a plaything, but for me , it would probably ruin my life”

She used her tied hands to desperately pull down her skirt, finally a button popped and the skirt could pass over her hips and fall to the floor. She quickly squatted and picked the skirt to give it back to Miriam, and then ran naked to the street. When they reach her again Jerome said,

“Wise decision girl, but I don’t like these outbursts, from now on, don’t talk unless I ask you something”

She nodded meekly. She was very nervous, she was walking semi-drunk, while completely naked and with her hands tied behind her back on the same street that she normally walked looking completely sharp and professional. The giggles of the pair behind her made impossible for her to try to abstract herself from the situation.

She was blushing red as they walked in the direction of her office. They were walking on the same sidewalk of her company’s building, she could now clearly see the masonry sign wall with the engraved letters, “Becker Imports”, if there was somebody in the 3^rd or 4^th floor of the office building he would have a clear sight of her. Still it was highly unlikely, at this time of day the cleaning service had been gone for more than an hour, and the security personal usually stayed at the front desk.

She turned to see Jerome pleading for mercy with her eyes, she was shivering. It was early September, so it was more out of fear than cold. There was no way that the guards in her office didn’t watch her when she walked along the sidewalk in front of the main door. Worse, there was a security camera there.

“Inga. You have been a good sport so far. You don’t have to cross in front of your office, just walk to the sign wall and wait for me there”

Inga was grateful of this little gift. The sign wall was in a small garden at the beginning of the property, it was almost 6 feet tall, and was in an 45° angle with respect of the sidewalk, so it blocked most of her arriving, still she crouched and walked the last 30 yards squatting with her hands tied behind her back, which combined with her drunkenness caused her to fall frequently producing burst of laughter from Miriam and Jerome.

The trio reunited in the front of the sign wall. It was illuminated by a couple of powerful spotlights from the ground up.

Inga was breathing hard, both from the exhaustion of crawling there, and of fear of being discovered. The spotlights not only blinded her, but made her feel even more exposed, like in a stage.

“Ok. Inga,” said Jerome, “It is time now for you to give me my reward”

Inga palled, he couldn’t expect that she blow him in the street under those spotlights and in front of her own office! She couldn’t avoid to negate slowly with her head, not daring to speak.

Jerome simply smiled amused, “oh, I see, you rather like to return home as you are while I send your interesting photos to your boss, and boyfriend”

“No, I’ll do it”, she said, but her voice falter her, she was very nervous, and very aroused. She realized that she didn’t have a choice indeed, just as Jerome wanted from the beginning. It was like those crazy stories that she had read on the internet so many times, but this time it was real, and it felt both extremely arousing, but when she managed to cool down her head, and clear her mind from the booze, she could realize that what she was doing was very dangerous for her future.

She knelt down, and Miriam smiled with contempt. She was carrying Inga’s handbag, and pulled Inga’s cell phone, and started taking photos with it of Inga blowing Jerome by the sign of her company.

Miriam’s presence was making the situation a lot more humiliating, specially when not so many hours ago, she had considered that girl a cheap slut, and now she was naked, tied, and on her knees sucking an old black man’s dick, while Miriam was smartly dressed and looked like an executive secretary. Miriam constant smirk, and occasional giggles, only added to Inga’s humiliation.

Inga was making her best effort to make Jerome come fast, but he was not a young man anymore, which meant two things, first he wouldn’t come up so fast, and second he had a lot of self control to make the experience last as much as possible.

Inga’s expert ministrations were interrupted by Miriam who had pulled something from her handbag.

She approached Inga and put something around her neck, and the Inga realized. It was her work id! Now her plastic id with her name and photo, and of course the company logo hung from her neck to almost her belly.

She decided that her best shot was to make Jerome come before they were discovered, because now if they grabbed attention, she would be immediately identified.

A truck passed by leaving Inga livid. She knew what she was doing could get her in jail if somebody complained. One thing is to be nude in public, and another much worse is to have sex in public.

She licked and kissed his balls, and the center of his scrotum, and then swallowed the whole dick in a maneuver that Jerome couldn’t resist anymore, he pushed her forehead and came all over her face and tits.

“Wow, you are really something girl”, said Jerome satisfied, “Turn around,” he said, and started untying her. Inga felt the end of her ordeal.

“Miriam please give Inga her skirt and top, as well as her handbag”

“But she hadn’t come yet, I bet she is disappointed”

Inga blushed bright red, she was really horny, and yes, in spite of whatever her rational mind was telling her, she was indeed disappointed, but she rather leave anyway, or so she thought.

Jerome laughed amused, “Oh, you are a kind girl Miriam, let’s give Inga a chance to come”

“Ok Inga, sit, lean your back on the sign wall, that’s it, now spread your legs… wider, try to form an M with your legs, that’s it”

Inga was now breathing hard. She had put herself really at the mercy of this pair of perverts. “Or probably I am the worse pervert, because I did it by my own will”, she shivered.

“Now you have 5 minutes to make yourself come, otherwise we will be out of here with your clothes and purse, probably call the guards at your company to warn them of a naked girl rounding their property.”

Inga started rubbing her pussy timidly, but when Jerome announced, “1 minute, 4 to come”, she started pinching her nipples and rubbing her tits and pussy, and finally inserting a couple of fingers inside her pussy. It was very shameful to be doing all that in front of them, specially in front of Miriam who was constantly photographing and video taping her with her cell phone, she felt like the worst slut ever, but it got even worse when they ordered her to smile all the last couple of minutes, finally the humiliation, and the stimulation were simply too much and she exploded with the biggest orgasm that she could remember.

After that the trio came to their senses and realized the high risk that they were taking by prolonging their stay just outside the office, so Jerome made Inga dress quickly, and then they walked back quickly and turned into a small street.

“Ok. Inga. Game’s over. You did well, if you want to play again, just call me. I won’t bother you or use any blackmail material unless we play again and you disobey an order”

Inga nodded, she just wanted to go, she was absolutely sure that she wouldn’t call him again. It had been certainly the most exciting, and arousing experience of her life, but she was starting to think clearly now, and she was completely ashamed of all that she had done, and completely overwhelmed by the stupid risks that she had took.

“Ok, sir, I need to go now”

“And Inga. Don’t erase the photos and videos in your cell phone, you will need them if you call me again”

“One last thing Inga. Miriam here have been a terrific companion, she surely made the night more enjoyable for you, so she deserves something in return. Get her an interview for an entry level position in your company”

Inga was stunned. She felt anger against Miriam, her presence made the whole experience more humiliating, and now that her horniness was tamer she wanted to forget that precisely because of that the night had been so exciting and beyond her fantasies.

“I don’t know if I can make that. I don’t work in human resources and I don’t have influence in that kind of decisions”

Jerome smiled, “You can achieve whatever you want if you really try. Just do it as if your life and future depended on it”

He didn’t wait for an answer he simply turned around and continued walking with Miriam.

Part 5

The next day at work Inga had a mild hangover, but she felt terrible. This time had been worse than the previous. First there was the remorse, the previous night event didn’t happen by chance; she had looked for it. Second, it had been extremely risky; in fact she had expend the whole morning in dread that somebody from security could had seen her disgraceful display of the night before. She even found some excuse at lunch time so she could talk for a long time with the guard at the front desk just to see if she could have been spotted from there. She felt a little more at ease seeing that it was unlikely that she had been seen, and even more relieved when she saw that no cameras were pointed that way.

At lunch the talk of the day was about a rumor that one truck driver of had seen a naked brunette walking along the street the night before. He couldn’t photograph her but he swore that it happened. Both the girl and the driver were the object of many jokes during lunch time, and Inga was forced by the circumstances to laugh along, and even add to the insults that she was receiving.

After lunch she was even more nervous, and also hornier, just fantasizing about being discovered. Then she received an email from Miriam Landeros, intrigued she opened it, and realized that it was from “the Miriam”. It was her curriculum and Inga remembered. There was no way that she could help her, even if she wanted, which she didn’t, so she was about to erase it when she remembered Jerome’s words. “Just do it as if your life and future depended on it”.

She shivered, that could had been just an empty encouraging phrase, or could had been a threat. “Life and future”, she repeated to herself. She finally decided that it was a threat. Fortunately a quick search on the company intranet told her that they were indeed in search for an entry level secretary and a mail boy/girl.

She tried to figure out how to get Miriam into the “for interview” list. She could of course recommend her but that wasn’t likely to add much to Miriam’s chance for an interview; she wished she would had been nicer to the personal at human resources, so she could ask them a favor, but that wasn’t the case. She was not rude with them, but mostly ignored them.

She was about to give up, but the phrase “Just do it as if your life and future depended on it” ringed in her head again, and then she had an idea. It was a little bit risky, but it wasn’t that bad. When she worked at the secretary pool she learned about the hiring process. She tried her password, and it still worked. Taking a deep breath she opened “list of candidates”, and wrote Miriam’s name along with some mild qualifications that justified her selection. She decided to go for subjective points like work ethic and enthusiasm, as well as general business knowledge. She also posted Miriam’s curriculum to the right directory. It was surprisingly well written, although it didn’t showed much experience.

After that she replied the Miriam’s email with a laconic, “Let me know when they call you”.

She really wished that the little trick worked, and that nobody noticed the tampering, but also dreaded that it worked too well and Miriam ended up working in her office. She tried to calm herself thinking that the odds of being discovered were very low, the people at human resources read many curriculums and selected them or discarded them and then forgot them. She also convinced herself that Miriam was a low class waitress and could never get to work there.

The weekend finally arrived, and she only regretted that she won’t see Thomas because he was still at Barcelona. They talked by phone but the call didn’t last much because hearing about Barcelona’s sites only made Inga hurt, and talking about works was just too boring.

On Monday Inga’s boss was back at the office and Inga was very busy reorganizing agendas and gathering documents. The week seemed to be going well, with Inga returning to her demanding routine, and slowly trying to forget her degrading but exciting experience.

However on Thursday a person from human resources called her, and she felt panic; images of her being fired for tampering with the human resources files flooded her mind,  but she managed to remain quiet before blurting a confession. Instead of the dreaded accusation he said, “I would like to introduce your boss and you to the new personal, it won’t take her more than a minute”

Inga sighed relieved and said, “Yes of course, you can come right now. I squeeze you between appointments”

Five minutes later Adolf from human resources came accompanied by two young women. One was a tall blonde, and the other was Miriam! Inga felt her heart sank. She didn’t want that woman anywhere near her. To her merit she managed to hide her disgust.

The group entered the CFO office, and Emma talked. “Mrs. James, let me introduce you to the newest members of our team. She is Hanna Smith, she would be working as a member of the secretary pool to replace Ida who left us last month, and she is Miriam Landeros; she will be working as an office girl for now, but she is very promising and could cover the absences of the secretaries. She most probably would end up as a part of the secretary pool too.”

“Nice to meet you ladies, and welcome to the company, hope you develop a very successful career here at Becker Imports”, said Mrs. Samantha James warmly, and they quickly leave the office.

Once outside Mrs. James private office, Inga welcomed the pair and excused herself because she had to return to work. She was overwhelmed by the situation; Her fantasy world was colliding with her professional life, and she could not avoid to be afraid.

She was longing for Thomas return, so she could have a little bit of normality, but on Friday she received a phone call. It was Thomas, he sounded disappointed and said to her.

“Inga, this process will take a lot longer that I anticipated. There is work for at least two or three more weeks. I can’t travel this weekend, we have a presentation of our advances this Monday morning, and we have to work on the data. I am sorry sweat heart”

“I am sorry too,” said Inga genuinely sad and disappointed. She missed Thomas, but also missed the night life that she had with him, and she didn’t want to go out alone with his group of friends. She considered hanging with her own old friends, but she was afraid that they were going to feel used because she hadn’t contact them much since she was with Thomas.

The next Monday she returned to work. She had expected that the weekend with Thomas would help her out of her dangerous spiral, instead her days were filled with the weirdest fantasies involving Jerome, Miriam or both.

During the following days every time that she received a package she feared that Miriam brought it, because she felt both afraid, and oddly aroused in her presence. She hoped that her coworkers or her boss didn’t notice that she often looked at the floor shyly in Miriam’s presence.  Miriam on the other side behaved perfectly professional the first couple of days, but after that she smirked at Inga every time she had the chance, and made occasional comments about the guys at Klauss’ bar asking when Inga was going to return.

After that Miriam made little tests of her power, mainly asking Inga to help her deliver some packages that were for the same floor as hers. Inga felt a bit humiliated by taking orders from a mail girl, but she obeyed nonetheless, not wanting to risk an outburst by Miriam. Oddly it also caused her some arousal.

On Wednesday Inga was at her apartment drinking wine, she was aroused remembering that Miriam had asked her just before exit time to fill a bunch of labels. The label printer was broken so she had to use an old typewriter for an hour while Miriam was drinking with the secretaries in a nearby bar. She felt so humiliated doing that low level job, but she was afraid to disobey. Miriam had not threatened her but the blackmail was implicit, or so Inga thought.

Inga was rubbing her pussy while fantasizing about Miriam making her do more embarrassing things at the office, and she was getting so horny. At some point she thought that she would lose control at work if she didn’t look for release. She rationalized that the best approach was to call Jerome again and have another little adventure, that way she could also talk to Jerome so he could control Miriam and leave her alone in the office.

Very proud with her idea she called Jerome with a slightly slurred voice.

“I want another adventure sir”

“You are a kinky girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes sir,” she said aroused and ashamed.

“But a stunt like your adventure in the woods won’t be enough anymore”

Inga remembered that Saturday in the woods, she had masturbated naked in a public parking lot in front of a stranger who held her clothes. I had been extremely arousing, and extremely humiliating, but nonetheless she said sincerely

“No sir”

“Probably even last week stunt at the bar and street isn’t enough for you anymore”

Inga felt a wave of arousal, she was curious and expectant, “What could he have in mind?” she thought.

“No sir, I don’t think it would be enough”

“No, of course no, a slut like you need much more, and I am willing to play with you again, but I need more leverage so I can really push you”

“Leverage?” she said in a nervous whisper.

“Yes, you surely could come up with a plausible explanation for your photos at the donation center, you may dismiss them as a stupid solo game, or even deny that it was you even if your face showed, but if you send me the new photos and videos of you sucking my cock in front of your office with your Id badge hanging from your neck, I will have a better leverage”

 Inga stammered nervously, “I… I don’t think so…” She was very aware that the new photos would be devastating. Thomas would dump her immediately, and she will be fired just as fast. There could be even harsher consequences. Her reputation would be ruined, and her company could even let her go with any severance, or even sue her for damaging the company image, she vaguely remembered some clauses in her contract.

“Inga, Imagine what could I make you do with that leverage. I know you want it”

“O.. O.K.”, she said.

“Send them to me, and I’ll call you again”

Inga drunkenness and horniness were a very bad combination for her good sense, so she send every single photo and video from that night. She was hornier than ever.

Jerome finally called her.

“Ok. Inga, we will play again tomorrow”

“Where should I see you? At what time?”

“I’ll let you know tomorrow, but better pack some clothes with you; we don’t want that you miss my dress code like the other day”

Inga felt nervous and aroused.

“What should I wear?” She say that not only to please him, but trying to know more about the kind of adventure he had planned.

“Surprise me”

Inga was anxious to know more, but her feeble attempts didn’t make Jerome reveal anything. She sensed that he wanted to end the call, but first there was an issue that she wanted to solve.

“Sir, you know Miriam is now working in my office”

“Yes Inga, I know you did your best to get her there. You must really have wanted to have Miriam working with you”

Inga was confused, “No, I didn’t want her anywhere near me”, she thought but remained quiet.

“Well, she is asking me to do things… things of work that she should do… and…”

“I suppose,” Jerome laughed, “you better kept yourself in her good side”

“but… I… I…”

“See you tomorrow Inga. And Inga, don’t touch yourself tonight, kept that heat to your adventure”, said Jerome and hung the phone.

Part 6.

Inga was pretty nervous and horny the next morning.  She had managed to avoid coming since she hung up with Jerome although she had masturbated many times to the brink of orgasm. She had packed a little outfit in her handbag. She didn’t want to fall short of Jerome’s expectations so she had packed her shortest miniskirt, a tube top, and her highest high heels.

During the morning she reviewed them furtively many times, just picturing how she would look wearing those flimsy clothes without underwear made her cream with anticipation.

At 11:30AM she received a message in her phone. It was from Jerome.

“Our game begins at 3:00pm make any arrangements that you need”

Inga paled. She was certainly anxious to begin the game, and she hadn’t been much productive during the morning, but she couldn’t leave the office. The afternoon was going to be a busy one; her boss had an appointment with a bank representative, so she would be required to serve them coffee and be ready with any data or document that her boss could need. Her boss would also probably want her to start working with the end of month presentation, usually Mrs. James would dictate an outline and point Inga to the data sources and Inga will prepare the presentation draft with graphics and all, in the following days her boss will fine tune it personally, and occasionally would ask Inga to add more graphics or tables.

“I can’t Jerome, my exit hour is at 5:00pm” as a matter of fact she expected to work extra time if her boss decided to tackle the end of month presentation to a deeper degree.

“LISTEN SLUT. I am not asking you anything. I will set you a task at 3:00pm, if you fail, the material would be sent to your boss and boyfriend. I only call you in advance for your benefit, not to discuss my orders”

“Please…”, she said, but Jerome hung up the phone.

She needed to decide fast, but there wasn’t really a choice. Her boss will hate her, and it would cost her points, but she could manage to recover her trust; on the other hand if she didn’t comply and Jerome proceeds with the blackmail, there was not going to be any chance to save her job, or her relationship.

“Adolf, I have an emergency and I need to leave the office, but I can’t leave my boss alone. Could you send a secretary from the pool to help us? I will put her up to speed before I leave at 2:30pm”

“We are saturated right now, I am afraid your boss would have to make it for a day without assistant”

Inga knew that it wasn’t an alternative. Her boss will kill her for leaving at midday, but if she didn’t at least get a replacement, her boss would also fire her.

“And what about Miriam?”

“Yes probably she could help you; she certainly had the capacity. If she finishes her deliveries, she may do it. But let me tell you that she is dressed for comfort with jeans and tennis, a ponytail. I don’t think she is dressed up to your boss standards”

“I’ll fix that. Just send her my way please”

It wasn’t the best solution but at least it could do.

10 minutes later she was talking with her boss.

“Mrs. James, I am sorry but I would need to leave at 2:30pm, there is a personal emergency that I can’t postpone. I am so sorry, but I already made arrangements so Miriam Landeros could cover me during the afternoon”

“Miriam the office girl?” her boss said with barely contained anger.

“Well, she is not that experienced, but according to HR she has one of the highest IQ’s, among the staff”

“But her presentation”, said Mrs. James.

“Don’t worry about it, I will take care of her presentation. I will help her with her makeup, and hair;  I will even lend her my clothes if it is necessary. She will look stunning.”

“There is no way that I can dissuade you of this afternoon escape?”

Inga blushed, Mrs. James made it sound so frivolous, as if she didn’t believe it was an emergency at all. She probably suspected that she was going to meet with her fiancé; Inga blushed thinking that it was even worse.

“No. ma’am. I really need to do this”, she said sounding quite sincere.

“Well. Do what you have to do. I hope that you are taking the right choices. Just email HR and ask them to transfer your pay for the day to Miriam, and copy me.”

She simply nodded. She was both relieved, and angry.

A few minutes before lunch Miriam arrived.

 “Adolf sent me,” she said.

“I need you to cover me,” said Inga trying to hide her disgust at the prospect that a low class waitress (as she perceived Miriam) would have her position (a position that she had worked hard to get),  if only for a day.

“I know, so you can go to play your slutty games?” replied Miriam with a smirk.

“That is none of your business” said Inga now visibly angered.

“You are right, I need to keep going, I have much mail to deliver”

“Wait!” said Inga; she could not afford to lose Miriam, “I am sorry”

“Listen Inga, I am willing to help you, but you need to change your attitude. Little sluts don’t need to feel so high and mighty”

Inga swallowed her pride, and tried to focus on the task at hand.

“Please Miriam, could you cover me this afternoon? I am sure it would help your career, and also my day pay will go to you”

“That sounds better”

Inga was relieved. “Let me show you the ropes”

“Wait little girl, I haven’t accepted yet”

Inga tried to swallow her anger. That girl that was probably 8 years younger than herself, and was calling her little girl.

“Why?”

“First of all, I have a lot of work to do, and I’ve been told that your boss expects people to dress very business like and I don’t want to cause a bad impression in my first chance at a secretarial job here”

“I’ll help you with your work during my lunch hour, so you can finish before I have to go, and about your outfit, well you are maybe right, but I can lend you the clothes that I am wearing, and help you with your hair and makeup so you look like a junior executive”

Miriam smiled for the first time, “Ok, I agree, but you don’t lend me the outfit,  give it to me, and I want 2 days pay instead of 1”

Inga blushed, her work clothes wardrobe was vanishing fast, and she had planned to buy some outfits as soon as her paycheck arrived, but now it was going to be harder with the cut off that she was going to take.

She nodded her acceptance. And then she started explaining everything to Miriam, from how Mrs. James liked her coffee, to where the most important files were, and everything she would probably need to know about the visiting bank and its executive. Inga realized that Miriam was indeed very smart because she was learning it all very fast, she even gave her an introduction about how she made the end of month presentation and its graphs.

“Ok Inga, don’t need to repeat those instructions. I got it. Now I need to change clothes, and you need to deliver the packages”

“but… but… I said I’d help you, not that I would do it all”

“I will be doing all your work, it is only fair that you do mine”

“Ok, give me list and I will start delivering now”, she hoped to make most of the deliveries during the lunch hour to avoid been seeing doing the job of the office girl.

“No, silly. You will sweat my clothes. You gave them to me first, and then you may go”

Inga looked at Miriam in disbelief. The whole conversation was punching many right buttons and she was getting hornier. She was trying to think clear, and find an argument, but Miriam turned around and started walking.

“I’ll wait for you in the ladies bathroom”

Inga took her handbag and followed her meekly behind.

Once in the bathroom Inga put all her makeup supplies over the lavatories top, so Miriam could choose what she needed.

“Now go into the stall and take off your clothes and hand them to me”

Inga complied nervously. She had never disrobed at the office, and she felt exhilarate and nervous. She handed her blazer over the stall wall to Miriam who was in the following stall, then she did the same with her blouse, and finally her skirt.

She could hear Miriam changing clothes, and after a few minutes she heard,

“Shoes and pantyhose”

Inga nervously complied, and now she stood there barefoot and in only her underwear, waiting for Miriam to hand her clothes back. She didn’t like the idea of walking around the office dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, but if she hurried, she could probably finish the deliveries during lunch hour and avoid to be seen.

She heard the following stall door open, and could hear Miriam walking to the lavatories. Inga peeked over the stall door and whispered

“Miriam! You didn’t give me your clothes!”

“I won’t” she said calmly while undoing her ponytail, and start retouching her makeup, and expertly combing her hair to great effect , “I know you have an outfit in your handbag”

Inga blushed bright red, that was much worse than walking around in jeans.

“Please this is not appropriate at all. This outfit is for the game, I don’t even wear this for clubbing”

“But it will be more fun for a little slut like you. If you hurry, you’ll probably finish the deliveries before the lunch hour ends, just think that your game already begun. I talked with Jerome, and he said that if you don’t dispatch every package, the deal is over” Miriam giggled and marched outside the bathroom.

Inga was blushing bright red, this was just too much, she didn’t know if Miriam was bluffing or not, but she decided to not take any chances, so she dressed fast, the skirt went just a little bit down her pinky finger when she put the hands by her side, and the top left her shoulders and stomach bare. Her abdomen was pretty flat, but she didn’t use to show her navel since she was over 30.

She dug into her handbag and found a pair of big sunglasses and a baseball cap. She put her hair inside the cap, and put on the sunglasses. It gave her some confidence that she wouldn’t be so easily spotted, at least not from afar.

She picked her makeup kit and left the bathroom. Her high heels clicking noisily along the aisle, She took the elevator to the basement, where the mailroom was located, then she put her handbag in a locker, and after a little bit of thinking, she put also her shoes there. She knew she would look even trashier barefoot, but not much more than she already looked, and the shoes would certainly slow her down, and grab attention to her with their constant clicking against the hard floor.

She contemplated the task at hand. She had to deliver 10 packages in the four stories, and it was already 1:05pm, most people would return to work at 2:00pm. She put the first four packages in the mail cart, and went to the elevator. No wonder Miriam left the packages for the last, the cart had limited space, and she had to return continually to the mailroom.

She then regretted her choice of packages, they were for three different floors. She picked the elevator nervously and almost had a heart attack when it chimed at the fourth floor. She marched almost running with her cart to the end of the aisle, and quickly left there a package for Andrew of marketing, and another for Linda of accounting. The cart was very noisy marking chirring sounds all the way to the elevator, she excited at the third floor, and delivered a couple more packages. She was exhilarated, she had managed to deliver almost half the packages without being seen.

She felt a little hornier, the fact that she hadn’t met anyone made the experience somewhat surreal, and even enjoyable. Her horniness clouded her mind, and for a moment she thought about masturbating in the mailroom, but she didn’t have time, although she ditched her panties, trying to make the experience even more arousing.

There were six packages remaining, three for the second floor, her own floor, one for the first, and a couple for the fourth. She approached the elevator once more, but saw with apprehension that it stopped at the first floor. She moved back to the mail room. The person in the elevator most probably left at the first floor where the dinning room was.  Still she realized the risk of using the elevator.

“If I use the elevator, I could get caught with other people. They would surely recognize me at so short distance, and I won’t have any place to hide.”

She took a couple of packages and took the stairways to the fourth floor. Not many people used them, so she was probably safer there. She realized that the short licra miniskirt made her advance thru the stairs pretty slow, she held both packages with one of her arms, and used the other to bunch her skirt around her waist, and continued her race to the last floor.

When she arrived she had to catch her breath for a second, she was practically bottomless in her own office. She then saw thru the little window in the stairways door while pulling down her skirt.  The place seemed deserted. Gaining courage, she made a ran to the aisle and delivered the first package. The clapping sound her shoeless feet slapping against the floor breaking the silence in the deserted office, and keeping her self conscious of her state of undress.  The chime of the elevator almost gave her a heart attack. She jumped behind a desk, A woman exited the elevator, but fortunately she turned right and went straight to the bathroom.  Inga heart pounded hard, that woman could leave the bathroom at any moment. She ran to deliver the second package, her skirt raising upper and upper on her body. She finally put the package in a desk and reached the relative safety of the stairways before the woman appeared again.

This time she didn’t roll her skirt up, but as she ran downstairs to the mailroom the skirt rode up until she was practically naked waist down.

Once in the mailrrom she thought trying to catch her breath. “Miriam was right, I am all sweated now”

“Some people are already returning from lunch,  I need to deliver the packages to my floor first. I don’t want to run into anybody” she thought. But she realized that it was too risky to delay her deliver to the first floor because at the back of it, was a little dinning room where many coworkers were eating their lunches, and joking. They would probably left that room in mass in 10 minutes or so.

She was trying to cool down, both from the heat, and her horniness. She felt her bra was constricting her and the sweat combined with the rough material was irritating her skin, after all sport bras exist for a reason. She didn’t give it much thought, she simply took her top and bra off, and the put her top back on.

Her deliver in the first floor was mostly uneventful, the floor was still deserted and she managed to put the package in the right desk and run back to the stairways without any incident. Once in the stairways she noticed that her skirt was way up, and she should have been displaying most of her naked ass.

She tried to decide what to do, should she carry two packages and return for the other, or carry three and make just one trip. She decided for the last. She climbed slowly the stairways to the second floor. This time she couldn’t hold the packages with one hand, so she could not easily fix her skirt. She arrived at the second floor and a quick scan thru the stairway door told her that it seemed empty. She tried to decide if stop at the first desk to fix her skirt, but she thought that it would raise up once again, and she would just end up losing precious time, and raising the odds of getting caught.

She left one package at Stefi’s desk, she know could have held both packages with one hand and fix her skirt which had risen even more, but she was getting bolder, seeing that the floor was deserted. The same happened when she left the second package. She walked to her own desk to deliver a package for Mrs. James. She was feeling pretty aroused by her state of undress, and she knew she was showing her ass in the direction of the elevator, so she was taking an unnecessary risk.

She decided to left the package in her own desk, so Miriam could deliver it later. In a stupid decision pushed by her horniness, instead of walking around the desk to put the package over the free desktop space, she bent over the printer, feeling how the her skirt was raising upper and upper.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?”

Inga almost fell to the floor startled by the voice behind her. It was her boss! She blushed bright red. From all the persons who may have discovered her, it had to be the worse option possible. She thought if she should ran, but it would only make things worse, surely Mrs. James would call security.

She was thinking for a way out, maybe feigning the voice, maybe say a false name or something, and try to get away before her boss could realize who she was.

“Inga?”

“My god”, thought Inga, “Could this be worse?”

“Sorry, ma’am. Miriam you know… asked for my help to deliver these packages… so she could cover me in the afternoon, and I lent her my clothes…and… ” She was stammering nervously, having a hard time to sort her ideas.

“No need to tell more”, said Mrs. James in a stern voice, “I see what kind of emergency you have”

Inga was speechless. It was all a nightmare.

Mrs. James saw Inga’s pale, scared face, and then in a more empathic voice, she said. “You may go now Inga, but tomorrow we need to talk about your life priorities, and your career. This is strike one, but I still have faith in you, and I still believe I made the right choice”

Inga almost kissed the woman. She expected to be fired immediately. She didn’t wait to hear more, she babbled a “thanks”, and ran to the stairs. The “iron lady” had much more heart than Inga ever thought, but if somebody else would have seen her with Mrs. James, her boss would probably have to fire her right then.

Once in the safety of the mailroom, she cached her breath, and tried to come to her senses. This was just too much, she had been extremely stupid. Somehow she had managed to bring her stupid games to her own office. She needed to regain control of her own life again, and stop this non sense before it really destroyed her life. She wanted to talk to Jerome, and start the game right then. She rationalized that it already had cost her much to let this last chance for a sexual game go.

Inga was nervous waiting in the mailroom. She knew it was used mostly by the office girl/boy, but she was afraid that somebody came anyway. She wanted to leave the office immediately, but didn’t want to be wandering in the streets dressed as she was.  She was also trying to figure a safe way to leave the office building, and a safer place to hide before meeting Jerome. She tried to contact him for a clue about where to meet him, but he didn’t take her call.  Finally near 3:00pm she received a call.

“Ready to begin?”

“Yes sir. Where do I need to meet you?”

“You are fine were you are. The game will be in your office building”

Inga paled, and she was also angry at Jerome for making this game so risky. “No sir, I can’t play here anymore, I was about to get fired just a few minutes ago. We will need to meet at anot…”

She was interrupted by Jerome’s angry voice.

“I won’t discuss every single thing with you, it is an order”

“Sir, please. It could ruin my career”

“Then you will have to be very careful, so you don’t get caught, but my orders are not arguable”

“Sir, please… I don’t want to play then…”, she said trying to assert herself, but her voice didn’t sound as confident as she wanted, and the reality was that she was still horny, and she wanted a reward for all the points that she had lost in front of her boss, not to mention her precious work clothes.

“Listen Inga. I won’t negotiate with you. The rules were very clear from the beginning. You don’t want to obey, whatever the reason I don’t care, the consequences were very clear from the beginning. Make up your mind and if you want to play call me in 5 minutes, otherwise you know the consequences. Remember that this game was your idea, and that you wanted me to push you over your normal limits. I bet this would be the most arousing experience of your life, and I will try to make it as safe as possible, but it is up to you” Then he hung up.

Inga was deciding what to do, it was probably a bluff from Jerome. She knew he loved the game just as much as herself, and if he sent the blackmail material the game would be over,  but she also knew that once he backed up once, he won’t feel in full control anymore, so he probably would be over for him anyway. She dialed

“I’ll do it”

“That’s my horny girl,” said Jerome. I just send you an email with your instructions.

To be continued