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Grace's Hard Lessons Chp 10

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

The story so far:

Chapters 1-3 : Grace is a rising office executive in her twenties, who
in a moment of folly embezzles some money from her company. After her
colleague and rival, Royston, discovers her secret, Grace is made to go
for a dinner in a sheer evening gown with his client Mr Nakamori, who
takes a fancy to her. In the office, Royston blackmails her into giving
him and the office
janitor a blowjob.

Chapters 4-6: To pay back the money she took, Grace signs up for a
photography shoot with Nakamori, not knowing that it would progress
from skimpy bikinis to pictures of her topless, getting bound and
spanked, verbally humiliated, and made to bark like a dog. She is made
to show her pussy and masturbate under the threat of the video of her
giving blowjobs in the office being made public. She is forced to go to
work with a vibrator and short skirt, and made to orgasm in the office.
The humiliation escalates with Royston making her give him a blowjob in
front of another male co-worker, and then giving the co-worker a
handjob.

Chapters 7-9: Royston blackmails Grace into wearing revealing clothes
and a vibrator to an office presentation by threatening to play the
video of her half-naked and crawling around on all fours. At the
presentation, Grace nearly orgasms from the vibrator, and is tricked by
Royston to expose herself. Grace is called by her supervisor into his
office. He chastises her for
stealing from the company, and rapes her. Royston continues Grace's
humiliation by making her strip and get into submissive positions in
his office, and gives her a facial.


Chapter Ten (MF, nc, molest, exhibitionism)
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It was Wednesday morning.

Grace was wearing a tank-top that was cut-off at the waist. And a beach
skirt that was extremely short. So short that if she bent forward
forty-five degrees, someone standing behind would see her
thong-covered ass. If the wind blew slightly, everybody could see her
thong-covered ass. Standing by her side was Royston, and as they walked
out of the hotel lobby, Royston was pleased to
observe that Grace was a little distressed by the attention that she
was getting from all around her.

Coupled with a pair of sandals and her anklet, crimson red lip-gloss,
and a pair of sunshades in her hair, Grace was a head-turner. There was
plenty of leg to admire, not to mention her bare midriff, and
shoulders. Normally she wouldn't mind going out like this, but for
the second time this week, she was not allowed to wear a bra. She was
going out braless. Just the tight tank-top, and she knew that if
someone looked carefully they would know she was not wearing a bra
because the outline of her nipple was visible through the thin cotton
garment.

Adding to her discomfort in going out like this was that she had a slim
silver vibrator under her thongs, buried in her pussy. She knew the
Royston's finger was on the remote control, in the
pocket of his pants. Knowing that Grace would find it hard to go out
this morning dressed like that, Royston had offered to escort her
personally to her next photography shoot with Joe.

When Royston walked past the line of taxis waiting outside the hotel,
Grace pulled his arm. "Wait, why aren't we taking the cabs here?"

Royston turned around, a grin on his face. "Who said we're taking a
cab? We're taking the bus today."

With much dismay, Grace followed Royston to the bus-stop. There was an
old lady with a shopping basket, and a scruffy looking man dressed in
overalls, waiting at the bus-stop. The old
lady did not bat an eyelid at them, but the man couldn't stop staring
at Grace.

"Listen up Grace. We're taking the bus today because Nakamori says
you're not ready for your next photo-shoot. I told him you're
ready. Now you know that if you don't finish your shoot, you don't
get the money right? So you need to help me to help you."

"What did you say I am ready for?" Grace enquired.

"Your outdoor shoot." Royston replied.

"What??" Grace did not quite get it.

"Nakamori will explain more later girl. Don't be impatient. Now all
you need to do first is to convince him, and me, that you're ready.
Otherwise we go back to the hotel."

"Okay, what am I supposed to do?"

"Since it's an outdoor shoot, you need to be able to take
instructions in a public place," Royston paused for this to sink in.
"So to prove now to Nakamori that you're ready, I'm going to give
you two instructions. First of all, from now on, whenever you are
taking public transport, you are to sit with your legs open as long as
nobody is looking at you. Yes, you heard
me - legs open. Be it a bus, subway or taxi. Second of all, if you are
traveling with me, or Nakamori, or any other person that
we deem it necessary, your private parts will remain accessible to your
companion at all times. That means you will allow me to touch your
breasts or pussy when it pleases me to -  you will not
refuse me."

"You can't do that!"

"Yes I can. Tell you what. To make it easier for you, I will not do
that if there is someone watching alright?"

"I don't know."

"That's not a good answer. No shoot, no money. Your choice. You
still have to repay back the money you took in a month or you'll go
to jail."

Grace was in mental agony. Royston looked at her and said, "Here
comes the bus. Follow me."

Royston let the old lady board the bus first. Then he boarded the bus,
his long legs making the big steps of the bus easily. Then Grace
boarded the bus. Smartly, the scruffy man in overalls boarded the bus
after Grace, admiring the legs and butt of the girl getting up in front
of him. Grace could feel him looking up her skirt as she boarded the
bus,  but there was nothing she could do.

Royston leaned over to her and whispered,"If you don't do as I say
on the bus, I will switch on the vibrator."

Grace bit her lip as she followed closely behind Royston meekly. She
certainly did not want to have to have the vibrator buzzing in her
pussy, and pushing her to the edge of an orgasm in a bus
full of people.

There were no seats on the bus, and there were already a number of
people standing up. There were mostly middle-class workers going to
work, but there were also office professionals, and a
few high-school students. Grace stood next to Royston, keeping close to
him, feeling self-conscious about her extremely short skirt, and
tank-top that showed off her midriff. She really
looked out of place, as if she was going to the beach.

Over the next few bus-stops, the bus started getting packed with
passengers. Grace herself was sandwiched between Royston, and another
man carrying a briefcase, while seated in front of her
now - as more people boarding at the front of the bus pushed the
standing passengers toward the back of the bus - was the scruffy
looking man. How did he managed to squeeze in past them and
find a seat?

The seated man's eyes lit up when he realized Grace was standing
right in front of him. The fact that he was seated while she was
standing next to him also meant that his head was at the level of
her bosom. From her angle and distance, she was also unable to tell if
his eyes were roving at her cute belly-button or at the soft smooth
skin of her thighs just inches away from him.

The man stared at Grace's bosom, his eyes tracing the contour of her
nipples slightly visible from under the tight garment, trying to
imagine what her nipples looked like. He fantasized about
touching the young lady whose body was pressed against him because of
the crowded bus - he imagined his hand going under her tank-top,
caressing her soft breasts, his other hand caressing
her inner thighs as she stood helplessly pinned against him.

More people got on and off the bus. Grace tried to shift toward the
back of the bus, but Royston barely budged, ignoring her as eager men
squeezed past the scantily-clad girl, brushing against
and pushing their groin into petite Grace's ass. Royston wondered how
many hard cocks there were that morning under all those pants as the
many male passengers on the bus pushed into, and squeezed past his
pretty companion's scantily-clad ass.

As the bus lurched to a stop at the next traffic light, that was when
Grace felt a hand brush her
bum. Hoping it was accidental, she did not turn her head to see who it
was. The bus moved off again, and then she felt the hand - this time,
it stayed on her bum under her short beach skirt.
Grace moved her body forward in alarm (much to the delight of Mr
Scruffy as the lovely thighs came so close toward him he could touch
her pussy with his fingers if he wanted to). Grace tried to
turn her head, but it was too crowded that she could not tell who it
was who got his hand on her butt.

"Roy!" she whispered, trying to catch Royston's attention. The
hand moved away. Grace moved her body back as she realized that Mr
Scruffy seemed to be leaning toward her bosom.

"What?" Royston turned his head toward Grace. Grace leaned toward
his ear and whispered, "I - There's someone... behind... touching
me."

"Stay where you are. Don't move. If you move, I'll turn on the
vibrator," he whispered back. Royston secretly smiled. This was what
he wanted. He knew this bus would be crowded, and
mainly with men who could not pass up the chance of feeling up such a
pretty chick in town who happened to be on the wrong bus. And to be
wearing such skimpy clothes was simply asking for it.

Grace closed her eyes, not believing what was happening to her. Again,
she felt the hand, more daring now. It was squeezing her left
ass-cheek. Grace endured her molestation by the unseen
stranger, only because it would be worse if Royston turned on the
vibrator! She did not want to get wet and aroused on a bus full of
people while some unknown hand caressed her ass brazenly.
She could imagine the consequences if the hand found her panties soaked
wet with her juices. As this thought crossed her mind, a delicious
shiver escaped through her body, and at once she felt
shocked at herself.

The hand moved to the other ass-cheek, then lower into her ass-crack.
Grace almost let out a scream. Her heart was pounding now. What if the
hand pulled her panties down on this crowded
bus. Would she allow it? And then what if the molester started
touching her pussy? Is Royston going to stand there next to her
pretending nothing is happening while the hand molested her
naked pussy? Grace started to panic as she felt the fingers move down
to her crotch between her inner thighs. Would the fingers feel the end
of the vibrator in her pussy through the panties? The molester would
soon find out this slut has a vibrator up her cunt while wearing such a
skimpy skirt, a tight tank-top and no bra on a crowded bus ! What a
slut, asking to be molested, he would be sure to think!

Grace opened her eyes, and realized that the half the bus had just
emptied. It was one of the major stops down-town. The molesting hand
was also gone. Royston pointed out
a pair of empty seats right behind the exit of the bus. With a sigh of
relief, Grace moved towards the seats, and sat down
together with Royston.

"You remember my instructions Grace?"

Grace nodded. Making sure there was nobody was looking in their
direction, Grace slowly opened her legs, and kept them open as she sat
there.  Royston nodded his approval.

Just then, the three high-school students  - two guys and a girl -got
up from their seats and moved to the exit. Grace quickly closed her
legs as they approached. Grace could swear the guys were smiling at her
as they stepped off the bus. And so Grace repeated this exercise of
keeping her legs
open when nobody was near, and then closing them whenever someone
wanted to get off the bus. It helped that as their seats were right
behind the exit, there was a panel in front of their seats
which protected her modesty. The more times she did this, it became
easier.

Royston was thinking to himself that with some practice Grace would
soon unconsciously shed her inhibitions about her exposure, as she told
herself that nobody would see what she was doing.
Then with more practice, he would soon have her do this in a public
place knowing she would be observed by other people - once her sense of
modesty is overcome, she will become a well-trained
slut that would sit appropriately with her legs open at all times, or
exhibit herself at her master's leisure.

Grace cringed as she suddenly felt Royston's hand under her tank-top.
He was reaching for her breasts. Trying not to struggle, she couldn't
help but still squirm. Finally she managed to
overcome her natural reaction of trying to flee from the assault.
Royston let a small smile escape, as his right hand roamed under her
tank-top freely, feeling her perky breasts. This was really cool. Grace
the department favorite, the office hottie, now giving him free access
to her boobs.

As Grace felt her right nipple becoming erect from being between
Royston's thumb and forefinger, she noticed the old lady from the
bus-stop getting up from her seat. As she hobbled toward the
exit in their direction, Grace pushed Royston's hand away. Grace
figured that even if somebody saw them, they would only assume they
were a horny couple.

"Good. You are ready for Nakamori now." Royston smiled.

Finally it was their stop, near the photography studio. As they waited
for the bus to come to a stop, Grace felt her heart leap to her throat,
as she stood at the exit of the bus and saw the mirror that was above
her head. The mirror was there so that the bus driver could see people
getting off the bus safely before he shut the doors. Looking in the
mirror, Grace realized too late that the driver could probably see what
was going on where they were sitting! While the driver couldn't have
seen under her skirt, he would have be able to see her opening her legs
whenever there was nobody close by, and then closing her legs whenever
someone was approaching. Furthermore, he must have seen Royston feeling
up her breasts under the tank-top, and the fact that she let him do so
for five minutes! Grace's face turned bright red as she quickly
glanced in the mirror and saw the elderly male bus driver looking in
their direction.

When the bus came to a stop, Grace hurriedly alighted and started
walking briskly toward the building that housed the studio. Royston
appeared to be amused at her haste, as he said, "Can't
wait for your photo session to begin Grace?"

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