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  Grace's Hard Lessons Chp 14
 
 
Grace's Hard Lessons
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By Dark Avenger (Send comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com)
 
Chapter Fourteen (mF, humiliation,exhib)
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It was the next morning. With some trepidation, Grace got out of her 
bed upon hearing the chime of the doorbell. 
 
The previous night, when she returned back to her hotel room, she had 
realized that all her clothes had been removed from her wardrobe, 
including her sleeping clothes. In their place was a single nightgown. There 
was a piece of paper and an instruction on the paper that her office 
clothes for the next day would only be delivered in the morning, and that 
she had to go to bed dressed only in the nightgown, and to answer the 
door the next morning only in the nightgown. Grace wondered what 
devilish scheme Royston had hatched now, as usually her clothes that she was 
to wear for a given day would have been delivered to her room the night 
before. Examining the sleeping gown, she could guess. The gown went to 
a few inches above her knees, which was fine. But it was white and the 
material was light and thin, to the extent that it was translucent. 
When she tried it on and looked at herself in the mirror, her skin was 
visible under the diaphanous material, and the darker color of her nipples 
were very clearly visible. 
 
It was this very nightgown this morning which she had on her, as she 
went to open the door of her hotel room. Looking through the peep-hole, 
she saw the bellboy standing outside the corridor, the same one who had 
been delivering her clothes every day. Taking in a deep breath to brace 
herself, she unlocked the door and opened it.
 
"Good morning, Miss - " the bellboy stopped short in mid-sentence, his 
eyes mesmerized by the sight of the attractive young lady in the 
see-through sleeping gown.
 
Grace quickly invited him into the room to avoid anyone else seeing her 
in the gown. The bellboy brought in a suiter and paper bag, hanging the 
suiter on the door to her wardrobe, and handing over the paper bag to 
Grace.
 
"There's this envelope too, Miss" said the bellboy. Grace noticed for 
the first time that his name tag said Steve. Grace's face felt a little 
hot as she also noticed that he bellboy, who was in his late teens, was 
staring at her chest. 
 
Indeed, Steve could not stop himself from staring at the pointy nipples 
poking out through the front of her white nightgown. 
 
Grace read the note in the envelope. The instructions told her that 
there were three sets of g-strings in the paper bag, and she was to try 
out all three in front of the bellboy and let him choose which one she 
would wear to the office today. Again, there was a warning that failure 
to comply would result in "consequences".
 
Grace looked up at Steve. He only smiled. Grace had hoped that he was 
going to leave after handing over the stuff to her, but her hopes were 
dashed when he remained standing there. He was expecting something - and 
it wasn't just a tip.
 
Taking the paper bag into the bathroom, Grace locked the door, and 
emptied the contents. There was a purple g-string, a pink g-string and a 
blue g-string. She decided to go first with the blue g-string. As she 
pulled it up to her hips, Grace realized that the bra was not in the paper 
bag. Opening the door slightly, she peered out, and saw Steve waiting 
expectantly outside. "Umm... Steve, where is the bra that goes with the 
panties?"
 
"Oh. Everything is in the bag and suiter. There is nothing else. Do you 
want me to look in the suiter?"
 
"Um... sure.." replied Grace, keeping the door slightly ajar.
 
"Sorry, there's no bra in here either."
 
"Alright, nevermind" replied Grace, as she closed the door and locked 
it. "Damn it..." muttered Grace. It was one of those days she was not 
given a bra to wear. The last occasion was on the day she had to take the 
public bus to the photography studio with Royston, and then go to the 
shopping mall. She didn't have to go to the office that day though - it 
felt a lot weirder when she was bra-less in the office where she knew 
everybody and everybody knew her, quite unlike in a public place where 
nobody knew who she was. 
 
Still she wasn't going to model the g-string in front of the bellboy 
wearing nothing else under her translucent nightgown. Picking up the bra 
that she wore yesterday, she put that on. Rather than having to lift up 
her nightgown to let Steve see her g-string, she chose to take off the 
gown completely. 
 
Finally, Grace opened the bathroom door, and stepped out. Steve was 
sitting down on the side of her bed - uninvited ! 
 
His grin was from ear-to-ear as he watched Grace walking barefeet 
across the room to a spot about six or seven feet away from him. Steve 
thought, "Awesome! This is SO much better than the last time!!" Indeed, the 
previous week, Grace had to model her office clothes for him to choose 
the top and the bottom pieces that she was to wear to work. This time 
round, she was clad only in bra and panties!
 
Grace stood in front of him, looking at him directly with a hint of 
annoyance in her eyes, but Steve was too busy staring to care. His eyes 
took in her supple skin on her lean frame, traveling up her flat stomach 
and sexy navel stud, to her perky bra-encased tits, prominent collar 
bones, and then down again to the g-string she was wearing and the bare 
legs. Very quickly, his grin had turned into the slightly open mouth of 
a dumbstruck school-boy, as it dawned upon him this sexy female body 
was standing so closely to him, clad in only her undies!
 
"Well?" said Grace, with a slight impatient edge to her voice. While 
the feeling of humiliation was still there, since she had no choice but 
to pose for this guy who was years younger than her; for some reason, 
she did not feel the same feeling of vulnerability, and fear of exposure, 
as before. Perhaps her experience at the shopping mall had been worse 
that she was now numb to this. Back there, Nakamori had her pose first 
in a most degrading leather harness,  model a revealing evening dress in 
a very public location with so many bystanders, show her breasts to a 
bunch of pesky boys, and finally pose nude in the men's toilet. This is 
relatively safe now for her in her hotel room, with only one person 
that would see her in this state of undress.
 
"Can I show you the next one now?" Grace said. Steve swallowed, as his 
mind started to process the interruption to his overwhelmed sense of 
sight. His eyes darted up from the front of her g-string to meet her 
eyes. Finding his tongue, he said, "Very nice.... ". Grinning again, he said, 
"Could you turn around so I could see the back?"
 
Grace slowly turned around, enduring the humiliation of having to do 
this in front of the bellboy, knowing he was enjoying seeing her in the 
g-string.
 
As Grace turned around to show Steve her ass, Steve's eyes nearly 
popped out from his head. He felt his cock growing uncomfortably hard in his 
pants. Grace's ass was almost completely bare for him to see! There was 
only a very narrow strip of cloth, not more than half an inch across, 
that covered the crack of her ass - and he was sure from behind he could 
already see the fuzz of her pubic hair peeking in her crotch with only 
that tiny strip covering her pussy. "Shit..." he muttered, not believing 
the amazing view he was getting.
 
Grace turned around to face him again. "Alright, I'm going to change to 
the next one," she said, and walked back to the bathroom, and shut the 
door. She could feel herself getting flustered. Her neck was feeling 
hot with embarrassment and anger from having this guy stare at her while 
she paraded around like a cheap slut. Grace told herself, just get it 
over and done with. 
 
She took off the blue g-string and picked up the pink g-string. Just as 
she was about to put it on, Grace noticed that the crotch area of the 
panel, right over where her pussy would be, had a tiny spot which was 
slightly darker in color than the rest of the material. What is it? She 
touched it with her finger, but couldn't decide why it was like that. It 
couldn't be a defect in the garment could it?
 
A minute later, Grace came out again, wearing the pink g-string. 
Returning to the spot in front of Steve, she turned her body a few times, 
holding it there for a few seconds each time. She noticed that Steve's 
eyebrows was really raised high now, as she pirouetted for him, showing 
him the front and back of the g-string. Unlike the previous one which had 
a very narrow strip as the back panel, this one literally had a string 
starting from roughly the halfway mark between where her pussy and anus 
was. This string separated Grace's ass cheeks and left nothing else to 
the imagination. 
 
Grace turned back to face Steve, and asked him, "Well?". Then she saw. 
To her horror, Steve had a huge tent in his pants as he sat there on 
her bed. He was sporting a full hard-on. 
 
"Very very good...." said Steve, as he mustered a few feeble claps, not 
noticing the expression on Grace's face, as he was still staring at how 
well the underwear hugged her pelvic area, showing yet hiding every 
curve and crevice.
 
"Can I show you the last one now?" said Grace.
 
"No wait.. not so fast..." said Steve.
 
Grace paused in her tracks. She wasn't expecting him to take control. 
Wait a minute. He's not taking control. He's just objecting, she told 
herself. 
 
Steve grinned, seemingly still oblivious to the huge tent in his pants 
and the embarrassment he was causing to Grace who tried to avoid 
looking at it.
 
"Stand there and face me," he said. Grace crossed her arms defensively, 
facing him directly but with her weight on one leg, trying to come 
across that standing in front of a guy she hardly new in only underwear was 
an everyday thing for her.
 
"I think you need to wear it higher." Steve said.
 
"What?"
 
"I said I think you need to wear it higher." Steve repeated.
 
"No, it's right." Grace said.
 
"No, wear it higher." Steve stressed.
 
Grace pulled the top of her g-string slightly higher up her hips. She 
could see the look of lust on Steve's face now. 
 
Steve on the other hand was staring intently at her crotch as Grace 
pulled her g-string higher. Perfect! He could see the camel-toe now - the 
shape of her pussy lips !
 
"Oh my god," said Grace, as she saw Steve adjust the bulge in his pants 
with his hand. She suddenly realized what the spot on her g-string was. 
The spot which was right over where her pussy is at the moment. It was 
his pre-cum!
 
Before Steve brought the g-strings to her room, he had been examining 
them in his own privacy. Knowing that she was going to be trying on the 
different g-strings, he had masturbated and rubbed his cock with the 
panties. Poking the tip of his hard cock into the crotch area of the 
three pairs of the underwear where he thought Grace's pussy would be in 
half an hour, he had gotten his pre-cum there. The spot was darker pink 
because the material was slightly damp from the pre-cum that came from 
touching the tip of his erect cock.
 
"You pervert!" Grace strode off into the bathroom.
 
Grace picked up the blue g-string that she had just worn a few moments 
ago. It had the same spot, but she didn't see it the first time as blue 
was a darker color. She picked up the third and last g-string, the 
purple one. Yes, this also had a tiny damp spot. Grace was annoyed that she 
had worn two pairs of panties in the last five minutes with some guy's 
pre-cum smeared right over where her pussy was. Taking a towel from the 
rack, Grace wet it with tap water, and proceeded to wipe off the crotch 
area of the purple g-string. Suddenly remembering that one could get 
pregnant from pre-cum, she also used some wet tissue paper to gently wipe 
her pussy lips.
 
Picking up the purple g-string, she realized that there was now a large 
damp spot because she wiped it. She put on the g-string, unlocked the 
door and stepped out for her final catwalk.
 
Like the second g-string, the purple g-string was basically a string 
behind, but this came with a little heart shape trinket that linked to 
the waist string. The pink g-string though, looked tinier in the area it 
covered, than the purple from the front.  After making Grace turn her 
body a few rounds in front of him, Steve looked like he was still 
undecided about which of the three he would pick for Grace to wear.
 
"Please decide quickly, I don't want to be late for work, or I'll get 
into trouble," pleaded Grace.
 
"Well change back to the pink one. And if you don't want to be late, 
you can save some time by changing in front of me," said Steve. 
 
"What?" said Grace incredulously. Then she saw the note lying on the 
bed next to Steve. Shit, he read the note!
 
The note did say that Grace was to change in front of the bellboy. 
Grace's heart sank, as she realized she was once again made to perform an 
act of immodesty.
 
Steve felt his mouth water as Grace's fingers slowly hooked under the 
waist string of her panties, and pulled it gently down. It was like a 
slow-motion picture as the tiny garment revealed the top of her pubic 
hair, and then all of the magnificence of her pubic area was unveiled to 
him with the purple g-string strung around her upper thighs like the 
petals of a flower inviting the admirer to come closer up to the center. 
Then her fingers hooked it down to the knees, as she bent forward to do 
this. The rolled-up panties hung forlornly at half-mast for an instant, 
before she lifted one ankle off the ground, and using the same fingers 
to hold on to the panties, one leg slid up through the underwear to 
free her ankle, with her knee bending inward to protect her modesty. Then 
she repeated with the other leg, and the g-string was off totally.
 
Grace did not stop to look at Steve, who was very much enjoying the 
view of her naked bottom half. She quickly picked up the pink g-string and 
put it on. Grace pulled the undies up quickly to her hip so that she 
could minimize the amount of time her pussy was exposed to Steve's eyes. 
Then she suddenly remembered that she had not wiped the crotch of the 
g-string after realizing that Steve had masturbated in it and rubbed his 
pre-cum into the crotch area. Too late!
 
Grace stood there, her face flushed. 
 
"Marvellous! Let's go for the pink one!" he said. 
 
"Thank you Sir, " Grace said absent-mindedly, walking toward the suiter 
to fetch the office clothes she would wear. She realized that she had 
called him Sir! He was supposed to address her as Miss or Ma'am as she 
was a hotel guest!
 
"You're welcome Grace," said Steve. Obviously reluctant to leave, he 
excused himself, as he had spent too much time delivering the stuff to 
her room already. Grace was elated to see him leave of course, so that 
she could wash-up and prepare to go to work.
 
Half an hour later, Grace was standing in front of the mirror in her 
room, in a black v-cut jacket, and short black skirt, her make-up 
applied. If Grace tried to bend forward as much as forty-five degrees, a 
person sitting on her bed could see her pink g-string - that was how short 
the skirt was. And there was no bra. AND no top! Just a jacket. Grace 
could hardly believe it. It was like she was one of the models on the 
Fashion TV channel - one of the models on the catwalk who would wear a 
daring low-cut jacket - and nothing else underneath. How could Royston 
make her go to the office wearing this? 
 
Knowing it was useless to sigh, Grace left her room to go to work.
 
Unknown to her, only two minutes after Grace left, Steve came back into 
her room, and entered her bathroom. Picking up the panties and bra that 
Grace was wearing the day before, he inhaled deeply. Steve dropped his 
pants, and his already hard cock grew fully erect as he recalled the 
fresh images of Grace posing in the various g-strings in front of him. 
Stroking his hard cock, he then picked up the blue g-string and purple 
g-string. These lucky undies were just next to her pussy recently! 
Sniffing it madly, he picked up the pace of his hand working his schlong. 
"You smell nice, Grace.... Your pussy smells sooo nice... Ohhh Gawd...." The 
bellboy quickly grabbed the bottle of bathing lotion on the bath-tub and 
opened it. The mental image of Grace's little ass in that pink g-string 
and her little dance as she peeled off her panties to show him his 
pussy pushed him off the edge. 
 
"AHHHHHH...FFUUCK!!!" he cried as he ejaculated, aiming into the bottle. 
"Fuck...." Steve swore as his sperm came out in truckloads, courtesy of 
Grace. Moments later, he capped it back, wiped off the remnants with the 
g-strings, and placed the bathing lotion back on the bath-tub. Steve 
would get excited much of the day thinking about how Grace would be 
rubbing his cum all over her body when she returned that night and showered, 
thinking the milky-white viscous liquid was just the bathing lotion.
 
**
 
Grace and Royston were in a posh office tower about twenty minutes away 
from their office. She and Royston, who was smartly dressed in a 
business suit, were waiting for the elevator to bring them to a client's 
office for their eleven o'clock appointment.
 
Grace was dressed in a deep v-cut jacket. Her eyeshadow was dark,  and 
her eyeliner and mascara heavily applied, giving her the smouldering 
eyes look. She felt like she was one of those Valentino models in the 
female glamor magazines - those wearing office clothes that ordinary 
people would never ever wear to work. Under the v-cut jacket, she was not 
wearing a top, and not wearing a bra. Ordinary people never look like 
this going to work, only those models in those ads. Yet she was dressed 
like this because she had to - these were the clothes that were delivered 
to her hotel room that morning by the bellboy.
 
"Now, you've met Mr Sorag last year before," said Royston to Grace.
 
Grace nodded in reply, "Yes I have." In one arm, Grace carried a 
document folder, while Royston carried his briefcase.
 
"Good. I think he likes you, since he asked about you. That's why I am 
bringing you for this deal. Here, why don't you carry this too." 
 
Royston handed her his briefcase, in addition to the folder she was 
already carrying. Grace had both her hands full as the duo stepped into 
the elevator which had just arrived. It seems clear to her that Royston 
did not bring her to this meeting to talk, but just to look pretty.
 
As she watched the floor indicator going up, Grace felt Royston's hand 
under her jacket. Instinctively she wanted to pull-back, but stopped 
herself, knowing the consequences if she disobeyed Royston's instruction 
that her tits were to be available at all times when she was with him 
and nobody was watching. 
 
Grace felt her nipples stiffen between Royston's thumb and forefinger. 
A shiver of unbidden pleasure traveled down her spine like an electric 
jolt as her realization at her own helplessness struck her. There she 
was standing in the elevator, allowing her colleague to roll her nipples 
with his fingers, as if it was as normal as them just having a 
conversation in the elevator.
 
"Oh wait, even better.." Royston rummaged in Grace's purse, and found 
her lipstick. Shifting himself to stand behind her, he lifted the back 
of her jacket up. 
 
"What are you doing??" Grace protested in a panic.
 
"Don't move," replied Royston.
 
Through the reflection of the mirror in the elevator, Grace could see 
Royston using the lipstick to write on her back.
 
First it was the letter S.
 
Royston started to talk to her, as he went on to the next letter. "This 
time round when you meet Mr Sorag, I want you to flirt with him."
 
The lipstick continued writing... it was a L next.
 
Royston said, "Smile at him every time he looks at you. Wink, touch 
your hair, bat your lashes, whatever."
 
Then a U.
 
"If I don't feel you doing your best to flirt with him, I will be 
switching on that vibrator in your pussy," Royston commented.
 
Then a T.
 
SLUT. In big letters on her bare back. Royston then let the jacket drop 
back down. Just in time.
 
"Twenty-second floor", the disembodied female voice that was the 
elevator announced the arrival of the floor they were going to. The doors 
opened, directly into a brightly lit reception area. 
 
As Grace walked into the client's office, carrying Royston's briefcase, 
the document folder, not to mention her purse, she felt that she had 
really become Royston's personal assistant. No, it was worse, she told 
herself. She was much lower than a personal assistant. 
 
The client they were meeting, Mr Sorag was already waiting at the 
reception for them. Mr Sorag exchanged greetings with Royston, then turned 
his attention to his young, pretty companion.
 
"Grace! Very nice to see you again!" the portly Thai businessman said. 

"Yes, my pleasure to see you again Mr Sorag," said Grace effusively.
 
"I like your new look!" proclaimed Mr Sorag. As she shook hands with 
him, she gave him a big warm smile, remembering Royston's threat. 
Simultaneously, she felt a sense of disgust with herself, that she had the 
words SLUT spelt in big caps on her back. 
 
Walking from the reception to the meeting room, Grace and Royston 
walked past several people. They both smiled at everyone of course. Even if 
it were hidden from view below her clothes, she felt as if everyone 
could see the accusing title emblazoned on her back, spelling out her new 
status in life. 
 
Sitting down in the meeting room, Grace felt no better. 
 
Grace crossed her legs under the glass table, noticing how Mr Sorag at 
once glanced at her legs for a split second before turning his 
attention to the proposal that Royston had placed in front of him. Each time Mr 
Sorag client looked at her, she imagined that he could see the 
underwear she was wearing or not wearing. Perhaps it had to do with the events 
of the morning when she found herself, to her shame, having to pose in 
her underwear for the bellboy. 
 
For the rest of the meeting, Royston would turn on the vibrator when he 
felt she was not trying hard enough to flirt with Mr Sorag, like he 
told her too. The first time Royston turned it on, she quickly crossed her 
legs, afraid that Mr Sorag would hear the buzzing noise that she could 
hear. Upon crossing her legs, she realized that the sensation was even 
more intense. Luckily it was only for a few seconds, for when she 
caught Mr Sorag's attention, she had quickly flashed him a cryptic smile, 
and immediately Royston had turned it off. The second time the vibrator 
turned on, Grace leaned forward, breathing in deeply, and Mr Sorag 
immediately looked at her. Again the vibrator stopped as she realized that 
by leaning forward, her jacket was falling forward slightly, showing a 
little cleavage. The third time the vibrator went on, Grace's legs were 
crossed. 
 
Grace was thinking - what the hell does Royston want? When her legs 
were uncrossed, he turned the vibrator on! Now does he want her to uncross 
them? Oh god, the vibrations just feel so much more intense with her 
legs crossed - Grace uncrossed her legs slowly, looking straight at Mr 
Sorag, feeling a little contradicted as to whether she was hoping to 
catch his attention or not. It did. As his eyes moved to look into hers, 
she tried to add on to what Royston just said in his sales pitch. "We can 
offer you much more than other companies can, Mr Sorag," Grace said, 
trying not to squirm in her seat from the maddening sensation emanating 
from her crotch.
 
Grace could feel her body starting to betray her. Her pussy was like a 
velvet glove snuggly fitted around the smooth vibrating object, which 
was buzzing like mad. As an instinctive response to the rapid 
vibrations, the heady feeling of sexual arousal was swelling in her pubic region 
as blood flowed to her young reproductive organs. Her breathing became 
shallow and fast. Tiny tremors were starting to emerge from the depths 
of her vagina walls in some kind of echo response to the object 
vibrating away gleefully in her drenched cunt. She felt her face flush 
slightly, as she prayed that this little show of her bare legs had met with 
Royston's approval and that he would turn off the vibrator. 
 
Mr Sorag appeared to be considering what Grace had just said. Then he 
flashed a smile in return, and said, "Yes, I hope so." 
 
Grace smiled back, and inside she had felt a perplexing mix of two 
emotions. First she heaved a silent sigh of relief as the vibrator in her 
pussy died down. At the same time, she felt a sense of self-loathing, 
remembering the word SLUT written in lipstick on her back as she flirted 
with Mr Sorag.
 
Royston smiled too, and added, "If there are any details which you 
would like us to explain to you again Mr Sorag, I'm sure Grace would be 
more than happy to do that over drinks with you. Won't you Grace?"
 
Grace replied with her sweetest smile, "It would be my pleasure to, Mr 
Sorag..."
 
"Excellent! We'll be in touch," said the Thai businessman, concluding 
the meeting.
 



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