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Grace's Hard Lessons
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By Dark Avenger (Send comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com)

The story so far: Grace is made to wear revealing clothes, and a
vibrator in the office, and has an involuntary orgasm.


Chapter Six (MF, humiliation, nc, oral, handjob)
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Grace was sleeping in her hotel room that night. Disoriented images
of the last forty-eight hours flitted through her mind, as her tired
body drifted off to dream-land quickly.

First she was in Nakamori's photo studio, where a photographer was
taking revealing pictures of her. Then she was lying on the sofa in
the studio, her legs open in an obscene posture, being forced to
masturbate herself in front of people that she hardly knew. Still,
her body had somehow betrayed her, and her mind chastised her for the
orgasm that she had while being forced to perform this act of
perversion.

Then she saw herself going to the office that morning, feeling
vulnerable and exposed, wearing the low cut blouse and ultra-short
skirt. To make things worse, she was stopped by that security guard
in the lobby of the building because of the metallic vibrator that
set off the alarm of the metal detector. Later on, the vibrator which
Royston had buried in her cunt, would came alive every hour as she
walked about the office, or sat in her cubicle. Finally, after
several hours of repeated stimulation, she orgasmed yet again in an
embarrassing deluge of juices, which permeated her skirt and onto the
chair that she was sitting on.

As Grace dreamt, she felt her pussy getting moist and slushy, but she
wondered if it was just in her dream, or was she actually getting wet
as she lay between the satin sheets of the queen sized hotel bed. She
felt her dream drifting, back to the time she was a teenager again...

In her dream, she was wearing her school uniform, at a bus stop. It
felt weird knowing that this was the bus stop that she took the bus,
from her younger days, and yet somehow knowing that she was recalling
these events that happened to her as a dream. She felt the breeze on
her ass, which was odd. Turning around, she was horrified to find
that a wizened old man was holding up her skirt, lecherously looking
at her young slender legs, and her white panty clad buttocks. She let
out a little scream, and pulled her skirt down, and the old man just
walked away.

Then she was on the bus, and it was starting to get crowded. She
tossed and turned in her bed as she dreamt. She felt uneasy, knowing
what was going to happen next in her dream. Finding an aisle seat
near the back of the bus, she sat down. People were moving down to
the back of the bus now, as more people boarded it from the front.
She felt a nudge on her left shoulder, but ignored it. It was
probably just an accidental bump from one of the standing passengers
as the bus became more crowded. Then it came again, and it pressed
against her shoulder.

Young Grace glanced up to see who it was. She figured that it was a
middle-aged man in jeans, but she couldn't really see his face from
her angle, as he was standing right next to her left shoulder, facing
her. As the bus continued its slow and bumpy ride, she could feel the
man occasionally pressing his groin against her shoulder. Was it
accidental or deliberate? she asked herself.  She felt an
uncomfortable hardness, as he pressed against her.
When she considered if it was him that was hard underneath, she felt
disgusted. Yet she couldn't be sure, perhaps it was just the denim
material of the jeans that was hard?

She considered standing up, or even confronting him, but felt too
embarrassed. She decided to sit through this, until she reached home.
As it were, the man pressed his groin against her shoulder, the
shoulder of this teenage school girl, another twenty-odd times till
she alighted the bus.

**

BUZZZ! She was awoken by the door bell. Where is this place? Oh yes,
it's the hotel. Half awake, she climbed out of bed, as the buzzer
rang again insistently. Looking through the peep hole, she saw a
bellboy, in his late teens, standing outside of the door. Conscious
that she was just wearing a nightgown, she reached for the white
bathrobe to cover herself, before she opened the door.

The bellboy was delivering her work clothes, not her own, but the
ones that Royston would have her wear to the office in the day and to
the photo studio in the evening. She felt a shiver run up her spine,
as she realized what she had committed herself to - the minute she
signed the contract with Royston, a basic right that she had taken
for granted like choice of her own clothing, had been forgone, in
return for his not sending her to jail. Peering into the large paper
bag that the boy handed her, she found some clothes and a box.

"All yours, miss." the bellboy grinned.

As she sent the bellboy away and closed the door, she examined the
items in greater detail. There was a crimson colored halter top and
beige jacket, an A-line miniskirt, as well as a pair of matching
colored maroon underwear: a strapless bra and a pair of g-string
panties that had lace trimmings on the sheer panel in the front.

In the box, she found a pair of silver hoop earrings, and a thin
silver chain anklet, with two tiny blue beads threaded through it.
This was accompanied by a short typewritten note, which she guessed
was from Royston. It said that from now on, she is to wear the anklet
at all times, regardless of whether she is awake or sleeping, clothed
or unclothed, and that failure to comply would have "consequences for
her".

Forty-five minutes later, Grace was on the way to work. She was
actually glad that the length of the miniskirt went to her mid-thigh,
compared to the impossibly short micro skirt that she had to wear the
previous day, which just screamed out "SLUT". Before this whole thing
began, she did consider herself trendy, and one of the more daring
female dressers already in the office that could actually pull it
off, because she was young and attractive. She would wear skirts up
to two to three inches above her knees, treading the border between
professional versus sexy. She believed that she was both.

Now, she looked down at herself, in the back-seat of the taxi,
consciously keeping her thighs together. She never dreamt that she
would be wearing something this short to work. If she wasn't careful
when she sat down, she would definitely flash her panties in the
office. Yet, she was feeling glad that it was ONLY six inches above her

knees!

Going through the lobby security of her office building, the metallic
vibrator in her handbag set off the alarm again. The security guards
laughed, but waved her through. Red faced, she walked briskly to the
elevator.

Stepping into the elevator, she noticed a familiar person from her
office, but tried avoiding eye contact. She felt very conscious of
her overtly provocative office wear, not forgetting the silver chain
around her ankle, and the large hoop earrings, which brought even more
attention to her
legs and neck.

"Good..good morning.. ah.. miss Grace.."

Grace reluctantly made eye contact with the tall gangly man in the
elevator and recognized him as the office mail room clerk. "Oh, hi.
Good morning, um.." (what was his name again?), "um.. Tony.. right?"

"Y-yes, that's, ah, right." Tony stuttered, as he usually did. "You
you... ah dressed nice today." he continued, a wide grin on his face.

"Thanks," Grace smiled politely back, but quickly looked up at the
floor indicator, to see why it was taking so long for the elevator to
reach her floor. It's just an innocent comment, she told herself. But
she imagined him staring lecherously at her bare legs, under the
mini-skirt, and at her bare shoulders. She told herself that while
her halter top bared her shoulders, her jacket covered it, and that
he couldn't possibly see under her jacket! "Bye.." she said to him, as
she walked out in
her high heels, when the elevator door finally opened on her floor.

***

"What do you mean he knows??" Grace demanded frantically. A smug
looking Royston sat comfortably in his leather cushioned chair across
the desk from where she stood.

"Well, you didn't clean-up after yourself my dear Grace...When you
did the transfers to those dummy accounts, and then withdrew the
money, you didn't bother to close them did you?" he replied quietly,
toying with his fountain pen, while watching the news sink into her.
"So, our new accounting executive, diligent and eager to impress in
his first month at work, finds these strange debits and credits from
non-existent accounts. Fortunately for YOU, he came to ME first."

Grace couldn't find the words to express her frustration: frustration
at her own stupidity, and frustration that despite all of these
things that she is putting herself through, this matter seems ready
to blow out of control.

"So what do we do now?" she asked helplessly.

"What do you suggest?" Royston asked her back. Grace had no reply.

Royston sighed loudly, and stood up. "Let this be your first hard
lesson Grace, cover your tracks well. If you steal, don't get caught."

Walking right up face to face with the pretty young executive,
Royston looked her in the eye and said, "Since you've been such a
good girl, I convinced George that we don't need to go to the police.
I told him that you are already being taught a lesson."

"Say, isn't that a really nice halter top and skirt that we got for
you?" he commented, taking a step back, casting an admiring glance at
her from head to toe.

Before Grace could reply, Royston continued, "George wants in Grace.
He wants to know how you are being taught a lesson. Take off your
jacket." Without waiting for her reply, he simply took off her
jacket, leaving the lady with just her halter top covering her above
her waist. "Yes, it does fit you well, doesn't it?"

"But what does he want?? What are you going to do?" she asked, her
voice trembling in emotion.

"I would say that in the worst case scenario Grace, you just lend
your slutty mouth to his cock for a day or two. Like you did with me.
Suck him off in return for his silence. Well you've already sucked
the janitor off, so this can't be any worse than that, now can it?"

Grace's fists were balled up, thinking about how all of the
humiliation that she had already endured with Royston was now going
to get worse. It was all for naught, however, if her secret was
exposed at this point.

"And the best case scenario?" she managed to ask.

"The best case scenario, well, maybe he just likes to watch how you
are being taught a lesson. Tell you what - just suck me off in front
of him. Maybe he wants to beat off watching you suck my cock. Or
maybe you can even help him with that!"

Grace shook her head in obstinate defiance. "No, no way! This has
gone too far Royston. I've done everything that I could. You can't
make me. We had an agreement that I would be able to pay back the
money with this deal of yours. Those.. those photos that you took of
me."

"The agreement Grace, was that you would get thirty thousand for the
project. How about the hundred thousand that I'm loaning you? How are
you paying me for that?" Royston asked, as he walked back to his
chair and sat down.

"I'll, I'll find some other way to pay you that back! Give me a
week." Grace pleaded, "Please."

"Okay, let's say that you can get me a hundred grand this week. I
keep quiet. What if George reports us both then? I'll become your
accomplice! No Grace, as soon as you signed that agreement with me,
you were in all the way. You take instructions fully. You don't do as
I say, I don't cover for you anymore. Its as simple as that."

"I'll just go to jail then, you blackmailing liar!" Grace screamed at
him. She couldn't see herself sucking more of her co-worker's cocks
in the office. Who knows where Royston will stop?

"There are worse things than going to jail, you little bitch."
Royston's tone changed from cool to being clearly annoyed now. "Hmm.
What have we here on my computer screen. Photos of you parading
around in little more than your birthday suit, really make excellent
desktop wallpaper don't you think?"

He flipped the screen around, and Grace saw the photos that they took
of her in the skimpy bikinis that she was made to wear at Nakamori's
studio. "I like this one.." Royston called up a high resolution image
of Grace in the pose where she had her thumbs in the elastic of her
bikini bottom, pulling it seductively halfway down. She didn't
realize then that she had pulled down a little too much, and the top
of her bush could be seen.

"How about, if I send this off to your boyfriend right now? He's been
overseas for a while, and would love to know what his lovely
girlfriend has been up to at home, wouldn't he?" Royston asked
sardonically, as he attached the file.

"You, you don't know my boyfriend's..." she started to say, but then
fell silent as she saw Royston key in her boyfriend's email address.
"Wait!"

Too late. Royston had hit the Send button.  Still looking pissed off,
he found another photo. "How about this one of you baring your
titties huh?" This was the one where Nakamori had forcibly snatched
away her bikini top, and the photographer had captured the slightly
astonished look on her face, but more importantly her pert breasts,
which she had only managed to hide partially with her arms. Her
upturned, taut nipples were clearly visible in the picture.

"No! No! Stop!" she begged, holding onto his arm, begging him to
stop. If her boyfriend saw these pictures, and took it the wrong
way... She couldn't lose him! She knew then and there, once again,
that she was under the absolute control and mercy of Royston. "I'll
do as you say." she said meekly.

***

George, fresh out of college, had only joined the company a month
ago, but in his first week, he had already made up his mind on who
the hottest girls in the office were. Ming had the longest silkiest
black hair he had ever seen,
not to mention her well-endowed bosom, but it was Grace, who was
slim, petite and sexily self-assured, who rekindled his adolescent
fantasy.

As Royston said to Grace, George had detected the anomalies in the
accounts, and approached him. But there it had stopped, when Royston
had explained it away as a confidential project that he was working
on with Grace, and her boss Mr. Shih. George, being inexperienced in
the corporate world, didn't suspect otherwise. Royston had lied, when
he told Grace that George wanted in on her secret. He merely saw an
opportunity to further humiliate his once confident rival, by making
her give another blow job to the men in her workplace.

George received a call from Royston that morning, asking him to bring
the files which he showed him a few days ago. When George entered his
office, his heart skipped a beat, when he saw that Grace, the office
hottie, was in there with him, in the middle of a discussion.

"Royston. Grace." he greeted them with a smile, as Royston gestured
for him to sit down. George felt a sharp intake of air rush into his
lungs, as he took in the sight of Grace, in a sexy red halter-top and
short skirt, which showed off the shiny anklet just above her high
heels. 'Cool!' he thought. Tearing his eyes off of her legs, he
looked over at Royston.

"Right," Royston said, finishing up his discussion, "so that's all
set then Grace, you'll be presenting this on Monday."

Grace nodded, but didn't say a word. George thought that she looked
rather tense.

"Now, let's talk about these files that you showed me the other day
George." he said, taking the files from George.

"This is really confidential stuff George, you know. This is the
project that we're working on here, with Grace. She's promised to do
her part really well too, isn't that right Grace?"

"Yes sir." she replied quietly, and then glanced at George.

George was surprised that Grace called Royston "sir". In the office
it would usually be rather informal, and even him, a newbie, could
call Royston by his first name. Only the department heads, and senior
executives would be referred to with their last names. Even more
surprising, during his four weeks with the company, he had already
heard numerous stories about how Grace and Royston head-butted each
other frequently in the two different departments, and yet in
Royston's office here she seemed extremely docile towards Royston.

"Are you surprised George, that Grace and myself are working so
closely together?" Royston asked with a twinkle in his eye. "Did you
know that we were lovers once?"

Grace almost flinched, when she heard this, but put on a nonchalant
face for fear of making Royston angry again. Sure, she had several
dates with him, but more out of courtesy, than out of any real
interest. It was hard for her to
reject a more senior colleague outright after all. What's more, she
had a boyfriend, and he knew that! When during one of the dates he
tried to feel her up through her dress, after they had a few drinks,
she had put an end to it.

"No I didn't know that." a somewhat bewildered George answered.

"We're not really lovers anymore, but you know, sometimes we do catch
up for old times sake, if you know what I mean," he winked, putting
his hand on Grace's thigh. Although Grace didn't budge from her seat,
she felt goose pimples forming on her skin.

"Why, just last week, Grace was just giving me a blow job! Right here
in this room!" Royston stated proudly. Grace's face immediately
flushed. She stared at Royston with looked that could kill, but
didn't affirm nor reject his claim. "Just the type of thing that she
loves to do, isn't that right Grace?" he added.

"Um.. maybe I should go back to my work now," an uneasy George said,
and started to stand up. It was Grace's turn to look a little
surprised at his reaction, but she didn't have much time to consider
what it meant.

"Grace!" Royston said firmly, "George seems to be bored, since he
wants to leave. You aren't doing your part, you know." George became
more puzzled.

Grace glanced at George, and then back at Royston again, before she
responded quietly, her eyes cast down to the floor. "Yes, I gave
Royston a blow job here in this office, and loved doing it."

George gulped. He remembered that just a few days ago, he thought
that he had seen Grace having an orgasm in her cubicle. But the whole
notion of this gorgeous hot chick masturbating in her cubicle, while
there were people walking around the office, was just too far out,
and so he convinced himself that he had been hallucinating. And then
last week, he had seen her going up the staircase, between the first
and second floor of the office, in the tightest, shortest skirt that
he had ever seen, flashing her ass cheeks, and a dark patch, which he
couldn't decide if it was black panties that he saw, or god willing,
her naked pussy.

That image stayed fresh in his mind, so much so that he wacked off
for a whole week, every night, just thinking about the sexy
executive's loins, and her bare pussy under that skirt, while she
paraded around the office in it. Now it seemed to make sense. If
Grace was indeed having an affair with Royston, and was as cock
hungry as Royston claimed that she was, that would explain some of
these salacious things that he had witnessed. Her going to Royston's
office in her slutty skirts, masturbating in her cubicle, the blow
jobs. 'My god,' George thought. He never would have believed that she
was such a slut, even though he had fantasized about it.

"She even carries around a vibrator in the office, for pleasuring
herself while thinking about cock, don't you Grace?" he asked, as his
right hand slowly drifted up the side of her neck, caressing her
cheek.

"Isn't that right Grace?" he repeated.

"Yes that's right." Grace replied, barely audibly, her eyes looking
now at Royston.

The fact that what she was admitting to had a grain of truth to it,
made her cringe inwardly from shame. She did cum with the vibrator
buzzing inside of her cunt, while sitting at her desk the other day.
Though she couldn't help herself, as the dastardly Royston was
turning the vibrator on remotely every hour and pushing her to
the very edge, and then switching it off. Her panties and skirt were
all slick with her juices by the end of that day, and it was the
eighth time the she was close to cumming when George had walked past
her cubicle, and had accidentally witnessed how she spent herself.

Royston's finger traced a line along Grace's jaw, and moved up to her
lips, and began a slow circular motion around them. George just stood
there watching,his eyes wide open in amazement that Grace was
allowing this, without any sign of protest. And right in front of him
to boot!

Royston worked the finger into her mouth."Suck it!" he commanded
softly, only loud enough for Grace to hear.

She slowly closed her mouth around his finger, as he began to move it
in and out. He jiggled his finger in her mouth, virtually
finger-fucking her face. As he chuckled, a new wave of humiliation
crashed over her, as she realized the scene this was presenting to
George. Finally, he pulled his finger from her mouth, and ran it
slowly over her wet lips.

"Work your magic baby," Royston guided her hands to his lap, "Let's
show George how much you love having a cock in your mouth."

George's erection was already straining against his pants, when he
saw how Grace was sucking Royston's finger like a docile animal. As
she knelt between Royston's legs, George's erection grew painfully
hard in his pants. Her fingers unbuckled Royston's belt unsteadily,
certainly not
looking like the pro that Royston made her out to be. But what George
could tell, was that Royston had a lot of control over this lady, and
obviously flaunted this power.

She edged closer on her knees, and unzipped Royston's pants, before
easing his semi-erect cock from his underwear. Grace took Royston's
cock-head into her mouth, using one hand to pump the shaft as she
sucked on Royston's cock. George stayed rooted to his seat, watching
the incredible scene unfolding in front of him.

"Mmmm, what a good cock sucker you are." Royston commented, peppering
his declaration of how much he was enjoying her working on the
business end of his cock, with guttural groans of approval.

"Uhh. That's it baby. Sweet Jesus... your mouth feels so good on my
hard cock! Mmm, that's it, take it down your throat. Ahhhhh... Oh
yes, lick my balls."

Finally, after several minutes of sucking by Grace, Royston couldn't
hold back his sperm any longer. Grabbing the hair on the back of her
head with both of his hands, he held her head firmly in place, her
lips wrapped around the base of his cock. (George could remember
vividly for months later how Grace looked like with her
mouth stuffed so full of cock)

"I'm CUMMING into your COCK SUCKING SLUT MOUTH! AHHHHhhhh!" he
bellowed, as he came hard, depositing his payload of hot fresh cum
into her mouth, and a good portion directly down her throat. A few
more upward jerks later with Grace's mouth still locked firmly around
his cock, Royston relaxed in his seat. He let go of her head, and
Grace moved back, Royston's erection emerging from her open mouth.

"Now, what did you think of that George?" Royston winked at the
stunned accounting executive, as he zipped up.

George gathers his wits about him as he tears away his eyes from
Grace, who was preoccupied with wiping the dribbles of cum that had
escaped from her lips with her hand.

"That was extremely HOT!" George exclaimed.

"Grace here really loves the taste of cum, don't you Grace?" Royston
asked, chuckling, as he looks at her. Grace was trying to decide
whether she should be swallowing the man's vile semen. She had no
choice but to nod her head in agreement.

"Why don't you open your mouth, and show us how much of my spunk you
have there, before you swallow it?" Royston urged.

Grace slowly opened her mouth, displaying his fresh sticky semen,
mixed with her saliva on her tongue. At this point, George almost
came in his pants. His cock was rock hard, and desperately needed
relief! George stared, as she swallowed Royston's cum, and then
opened her mouth again, to show that she had indeed done so.

"Now look what you've done to poor George here Grace!" Royston said,
tilting his head in George's direction, motioning for her to look at
the tent in George's pants.

"Do you need some relief George?" Royston asked.

George couldn't believe his ears. Surely this guy wasn't offering his
girlfriend to suck his cock, was he?

"Grace would love to help you out, wouldn't you Grace?" he continued.

Grace nodded, and then edged forward on her knees, to where George
was sitting. He just sat there in a trance, watching the lovely
female executive approaching him. She looked incredibly erotic, with
a trace of cum on her chin, and otherwise perfectly made-up face. Her
slim shoulders and collarbones bared by her striking red halter top,
her knees on the floor, her feet still wearing her high heels. The
silver hoop earrings further emphasized her sexy neck, as they moved
with every little movement of her head, and gently touched her neck.

As Grace undid his pants, and freed his very erect cock from the
restraints of his underwear, George felt the pressure building up in
his loins. He was taking in every detail of the pretty face of this
untouchably sexy young lady, moving so close to him, and just a few
inches from his cock no less! He only felt the cool touch of her hand
on his boiling hot rod, and before he knew it, he was blowing his
load all over his lap from her jacking-off motion. "Ohhhhhhh please
don't stop! Oooohhhhhh." he groaned, grabbing the arms of the chair
so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His cock spurted in a
torrential
ejaculation,  coating her fingers with his white, runny jism.

George recovered slowly from the throes of his climax, aware that
Grace had moved back away from him, her hand that had been wrapped
around his cock now covered with his cum. She turned to look at
Royston.

"You know what you love to do Grace." Royston remarked, a grin on his
face. George watched in amazement, as the sexy Grace licked George's
fresh cum off her hand.

"What did I tell you George." Royston boasted, "Not only does Grace
love to give blow jobs, but she simply loves the taste of cum."

"Haha.... but enough fun for the day. George, i'll have to kick you
out of my office now. I do have some business to discuss with Grace."

"Yes of course, I'll see you later Royston. And - uh, later too
Grace," George said hurriedly before making his exit.

As George walked back to his cubicle, he was kicking himself for
climaxing so quickly; would Grace have sucked him too if he didn't
come so soon? "Man, I love working in this company!" George thought,
his cock getting hard again thinking about cum-loving Grace and how
she loved to sucked cock.

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