Double Life --- Part 1
by Headhunter
(for Kathy B)


Jen struggled to control her stationwagon as it sped down the dark, 
rain soaked street. Placing a bottle of red nail polish in the infant 
car seat next to her she quickly grabbed a small plastic box of 
sewing pins. Her shaking fingers accidentally dumped them on the 
floor. It was too much, Mrs. Jennifer Frost (Jen for short) burst 
into tears and pulled her family station wagon onto the shoulder of 
the deserted road. The gravel crunched loudly under her tires as the 
car rolled to a stop.

Tears rolled down her face. Fortunately she hadn't put on the heavy 
makeup that Mr. Jones told her to wear. She was going to be late. The 
rain had slowed her down. Jen still needed to put on her make-up, 
apply the bright red nail polish and pin up her dress. She didn't own 
a dress as short as Mr. Jones told her to wear. She hoped that 
pinning up the black cocktail dress her husband had bought her for 
their anniversary last year would be OK.

What was she going to do? Jen thought to herself in turmoil. She 
couldn't go on like this much longer. It was getting more and more 
difficult to make excuses to her husband of 15 years, Bill. Why she 
had to work late so often the last few weeks? Why the change in her 
personality and the differences in her wardrobe and appearance? Even 
worse, Jen, a dedicated mother, was feeling guilty about neglecting 
her two kids, a girl and a boy age 10 and 4. It was little Billy's 
(Bill Jr.) car seat that held the nail polish. "How long had this 
been going on?", she thought. Just a few weeks, but to Jen the last 
several weeks seemed like an eternity. She took a deep breath, turned 
on the overhead light, dried her eyes, looked at her pretty 35 year 
old face in the mirror and began applying make-up the way she though 
a "call girl" would.



***

As she applied the make up she remembered back to how this had 
started:

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Jen is the bookkeeper and does the payroll for a small plastics 
manufacturing company. Mr. Jones, her boss depended on Jen to do this 
right. In return he was very generous with flex time. Allowing Jen to 
pick up her kids from school and daycare in the middle of the day. 
And he was willing to let her take days off when the kids were sick 
or when they had Dr.'s appointments. Of course the job didn't pay 
that much and Jen assumed that Mr. Jones, a fit looking 50 year old, 
cut her some slack because she was very efficient and because the 
salary wasn't that high.

Bill, her husband, worked as a construction foreman. Between their 
two salaries they made ends meet and had a comfortable life. Jen was 
glad that Mr. Jones gave her some slack. She could have made more 
money elsewhere, but knew that a different job wouldn't allow her the 
time with her kids.

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Finished with the heavy mascara, Jen began to gloss her lips a bright 
red:

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As she smoothed on the lip stick she thought back several weeks. Jen 
cut the payroll checks and sent the money to the bank for those 
employees with automatic deposit. Jen used automatic deposit for her 
check. She never made errors, that's why she was flabbergasted the 
next day when she got notice that some employees checks had bounced. 
Tracking back she found that the payroll account didn't have enough 
money to cover all of the paychecks. How could that happen? At that 
moment Mr. Jones called her into his office with a demanding tone. 
That's when Jen's world changed. Somehow Jen's direct deposit was 
thousands of dollars more than it was supposed to be. Mr. Jones, the 
understanding boss, became an accusing and irate boss! He was 
pointing his finger at Jen and calling her a thief and embezzler. He 
even referred to all the times he had given Jen off without docking 
her pay. He called the company security chief to his office and as 
Jen cried the men threatened Jen with lawsuits, prison and the loss 
of her kids.

Jen had defended herself, but being accused by both men left her sure 
that she was headed for jail. She began to believe her own guilt. And 
that was when kindly Mr. Jones let the other shoe fall. There might 
be a solution if Jen were willing to do exactly what Mr.Jones said. 
Jen eagerly responded, "Yes, anything!" not knowing what that promise 
meant. Mr. Jones dismissed the security chief and displayed a tape-
recording of the conversation, including Jen's pledge to do anything 
to make up for her guilt. It was a damning piece of evidence when 
taken out of context. Mr. Jones had a confession and a paper trail of 
embezzlement that led straight to Mrs. Jennifer Frost.

********

Jen took long dangling earrings and gently felt for the additional 
piercings in her ears. The extra holes in her ears were still tender 
from when they were made earlier in the week:

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Jen continued to think, remembering that the next day the games 
began. Mr. Jones, it turned out was not a man who enjoyed sex himself 
very much, but he was a voyeur, and he really enjoyed humiliating 
people. The demands from Mr. Jones had actually started very slowly. 
That first day Mr. Jones simply had Jen fetch him coffee, and skip 
her own lunch to go out and pick up his from a take-out restaurant. 
He could have had it delivered, but he insisted that she get it for 
him. The only other unusual thing was that he had Jen come behind his 
desk and serve him the coffee and later the lunch, as if Jen were a 
waitress. Other than that nothing was said. However, Jen couldn't 
help but notice the cassette and a file folder both labeled "Employee 
Theft -- JF", that sat openly on his desk.

Jen was nervous and didn't know what to do. Mr. Jones had told her 
that he was thinking about how to handle the situation and that Jen 
shouldn't tell anyone, not even Bill. If word got out to anyone, then 
Mr. Jones would go to the company attorney and the police. So Jen sat 
at her desk not knowing what to do and not being able to talk with 
anyone. She was literally scared to death. The next day Mr. Jones 
asked for Jen to brings him coffee and lunch again but today he had 
Jen actually place the napkin in his lap like he was at an expensive 
restaurant, and he even had Jen feed him a few bites of his meal. 
This made her uncomfortable, but nothing compared to what happened at 
the end of the day.

Just as the work day was ending and the employees were leaving, Mr. 
Jones buzzed Jen and asked her to come into his office. As his door 
clicked shut behind her, Mr. Jones said that he needed Jen's complete 
cooperation just like she had promised. That know matter what, Jen 
must do as he said, no questions asked! And to test her he was going 
to ask her to do something right now for him. "Anything, Mr. Jones, 
just please don't send me to jail, I couldn't stand to be away from 
my husband and children." Mr. Jones laughed and said, "OK, Mrs. Frost 
pull up your skirt over your waist, I want to see your pretty panties 
and legs. I've noticed that for a mother of two you have got a real 
nice ass. I want to see it." Oh my God! Jen thought to herself, he is 
going to blackmail me into having sex with him thought Jen. "Please, 
Mr. Jones", cried Jen, "I love my husband, I can't be unfaithful to 
him."

"Shut-up Jen, I didn't say I was going to do anything to you, I just 
want to see under that skirt, that's all. If you don't do it right 
now, this file and this recording are going to the police." He 
punched the play button and Jen heard her own voice saying that she 
would do anything. Jen's face colored and when Mr. Jones growled, 
"NOW, or else!" Jen reached down grabbed the hem of her blue skirt 
and with shaking hands gathered the material around her waist. Under 
her skirt Jen wore large white cotton panties and panty hose. She was 
mortified, but at least knew that her private parts were well 
covered.

Mr. Jones laughed, and through tears of embarrassment Jen saw that he 
made no move out of his chair. Maybe all he wanted to do was look, 
Jen though. This wasn't so bad if it kept her out of jail. As 
embarrassed as she was at least the big executive desk was between 
her and the lecherous Mr. Jones.

"Turn around slowly so I can see your legs, Jen!" it was an order and 
Jen quickly complied. Spinning her head quickly so she could keep her 
eyes on Mr. Jones in case he made a move towards her.

"Don't worry Jen I'm not going to touch you I just want to look. I 
was right you have good legs and one of the most well formed asses 
I've ever seen." Despite herself, and feeling a bit safer, Jen 
actually blushed at the crude complement. "Turn a little slower and 
hold the dress higher." Without thinking Jen complied. After a few 
moments Mr. Jones said, "Ok, Jen you can drop your skirt. Now that 
wasn't so bad was it? In fact I think you are very beautiful." Jen 
smoothed her dress and backed towards the door, glad the ordeal was 
over, but a bit flushed form the thought that this man had seen her 
panties. "Go on Jen you can leave, but tomorrow wear some colorful 
silk panties, and no panty hose. Either stockings or bare legged, you 
got it?"

Jen stammered, "you mean you are going to have me do this again 
tomorrow?" Mr. Jones smiled, "Oh yes Jen. Looking at your ass and 
legs every day is the price you pay. That and a few other chores, 
like getting my lunch!" Jen was visibly shaken, "Please Mr. Jones you 
aren't going to try and have sex with me are you?" Jones stood up and 
angrily said, "Look Mrs. Frost, I already told you that "I" wasn't 
going to try and fuck you." Jen winced at the foul word coming from 
her boss. Jones saw the reaction and continued, "But you have to pay 
for what you did, since I've already seen your panties what is the 
big deal. Who know you may eve enjoy playing the sexy secretary role, 
now get out of here and don't forget to wear something pretty for me 
to see tomorrow."

******

Jen picked up the bright red nail polish from little Billy's car seat 
and began to stroke it on her new fake nails. She had a hard time 
getting used to the almost one inch fingernails that now adorned her 
fingers.

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That first night she had been quiet at home. Bill knew something was 
wrong, but being the thoughtful husband he had left her alone. If 
only he had said something that first night, maybe Jen wouldn't have 
fallen so easily into the trap that she hated and loved at the same 
time.

The next morning, after getting her family off for the day, Jen had 
put on a loose fitting long skirt with sandals. She certainly wasn't 
going to wear stockings and garters, so she left her legs bare and 
pulled on a pair of white silk panties that she had had for years. 
They were not as big as the cotton ones she routinely wore, but they 
certainly weren't French-cut bikini either.

Jen was nervous all day at work. Fortunately Jen didn't have to get 
Mr. Jones's lunch, because he was in a meeting, but her phone rang 
right at 5 o'clock. Jen walked slowly to his office passing her co-
workers as they headed towards the parking lot. Mr. Jones was seated 
behind his desk. "Show-time Mrs. Frost. I can't tell you how I have 
thought about this all day. Wondering what you were wearing, knowing 
that your beautiful buttocks were encased in smooth silky panties. 
You are very beautiful you know?" Jen blushed at his words and 
despite herself and the situation felt a little shiver run through 
her body from his words.

"Step forward Jen, and lets see those beautiful legs and nice ass!" 
Jen felt that she must at least object and try to get Mr. Jones to 
stop this. "Please Mr. Jones, I don't want------" "Shut up, you know 
what I said. No questions or objections --or else-- now lift that 
dress." Jen surrendered again and slowly pulled up the dress. She 
wasn't as frightened this time, but she kept her eyes on Mr. Jones 
just in-case. She could see the excitement in his eyes and the 
realization that the excitement was caused by her body, gave her a 
warm feeling inside. Not bad for a mother of two, I guess I've still 
got it, she thought to herself.

Mr. Jones gazed intently at the white silky buttocks. They looked 
like two perfect teardrops, so round and taut. As Jen turned her 
panty covered pussy came into view. The dark brown hair of Jen's 
pussy created a shadow on the front of her white panties. Her large 
mat of pubic hair was unkempt and tendrils of curly hair peeked out 
from around the edges of her panties. Mr. Jones frowned at the dark 
mass, but his hands had found their way to the front of his trousers 
and his fingers poked at the stiffening manhood confined in his 
pants.

Jen noticed his hands clutching the front of his lap, but the edge of 
the desk hid his erection. She involuntarily stepped back. Mr. Jones 
laughed, "Yes dear you excite me, but don't worry I'm not going to do 
anything." Jen relaxed and continued her slow spin. She was really 
turning him on she thought.

"Enough", said Jones. Jen dropped her skirt. "Your pubic hair is much 
to thick. Trim yourself and get some sexier panties for tomorrow." 
Mr. Jones dismissed Jen with a wave. She left the office feeling 
shaken but excited. She could get through this. Surely he would get 
tired of this game then her life could get back to normal.

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Jen finished her nail polish, and then looked one last time in the 
mirror, tossing the blond hair off of her shoulder. She was still 
having a hard time getting used to herself as a bleached blond. But 
it had only been a couple of weeks since the dye job. And the 
hairdresser had done a good job.

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The second night Bill noticed that Jen was more like her old self. 
That was until she went into the bathroom after the kids were in bed 
and locked the door. They never locked doors on each other. Plus Jen 
didn't come out for over an hour. Bill was beginning to be concerned 
about his pretty wife.

The next day Mr. Jones called Jen at her desk before lunch. "I have a 
meeting all afternoon, so I want you to pick up my lunch bring it in 
here. I'll see what you have on then. If you did well then you can 
take the afternoon off." A few minutes before noon Jen picked up Mr. 
Jones lunch and quietly entered his office. She placed his lunch on 
his desk. "Now Jen darling, why don't you just take off that skirt so 
you hands are free and you can feed me my lunch?"

Jen was humiliated, "I can't stand here without my skirt on. hat is 
someone---"

"Quiet, that's the chance you take. You didn't have any problem 
taking a chance getting caught before stealing, now your may get 
caught with your pretty panties exposed. But I want to be feed by a 
bottomless waitress, now drop that skirt!"

Frightened by Mr. Jones outburst Jen quickly undid her belt and 
loosened the zipper at the side of her skirt. As the garment dropped 
to the floor, Mr. Jones got his first glimpse of a pair of red silk 
panties. They were a little smaller then the ones Jen had worn 
yesterday. He couldn't help but notice that her hairy pussy was 
neatly trimmed and her ass muscles clenched and unclenched. To him 
her ass seemed to quiver with shame.

Taking in the beautiful Mrs. Frost standing next to him, legs bare 
and breath catching in her throat, Mr. Jones leaned back in his chair 
and said, "best looking waitress I ever had Jen, now feed me my 
lunch." Like a dutiful servant Jen began to cut his food and feed her 
boss like she did her 4 year old. "Wait a minute, haven't you 
forgotten my napkin?" Jen picked up a paper napkin and as she placed 
it in his lap couldn't help but notice a significant swelling in the 
front of Mr. Jones pants.

Mr. Jones leaning back in his chair smiled a wicked smiled and 
enjoyed the view. This was going very well he thought, in just a 
couple of days he had this beautiful wife and mother, standing half 
undressed next to his chair feeding him lunch.

He knew that soon she would be even more subservient, even more 
humiliated. As Jen placed another fork of lunch into his mouth Mr. 
Jones gazed at the smooth roundness of her flawless thighs and 
buttocks. He unzipped his pants under the napkin and began slowly 
stoking his now hard member. It took Jen a moment to realize what was 
happening, Her hand, holding the fork, froze in mid-air on it way to 
Mr. Jones mouth. She stared at the rhythm of the rising and falling 
napkin on her bosses lap. "Ignore that, keep feeding me!"

Jen snapped out of it and continued spooning food into her pervert 
bosses mouth. She felt like she were in a surreal dream. She felt so 
on display, so demeaned, so out of control. Mr. Jones stiffened and a 
wet spot formed in the middle of the napkin. Unknown to both Jen's 
conscious mind and Mr. Jones, a small wet spot was also forming on 
the red fabric hidden between Jen's tightly pressed together thighs. 
Mr. Jones tucked his shriveling manhood back into his pants, took the 
napkin out of his lap and dropped it on the plate of food. "Get 
dressed and get out of here. Take this plate and put it in the trash 
at your desk." Jones watched as the sexy housewife bent over and 
stepped into her skirt. She really was beautiful and when she bent 
down he though he got a whiff of that telltale female musk scent.

As Jen walked towards the door, lunch plate in hand, Mr. Jones said, 
"Nice job trimming your cunt, but more sexy panties tomorrow, and 
wear some high heels, I want to see those legs and ass really put on 
display." Jen winced at the crude remark as she left the office. 
However, the remainder of the day Jen couldn't help but steal looks 
into her trash can. Staring at the wet napkin. The evidence of her 
servitude, the evidence that men would masturbate while looking at 
her feminine charms.

Jen was out of sexy underwear. She only had the two pairs of silk 
panties, so the next day it was back to white cotton. She hoped Mr. 
Jones wouldn't mind, in fact as she slipped them on in the morning 
she missed the cool smooth feel of the silk against her pussy and 
ass. She did put on some higher heels, and looking at herself in the 
mirror thought she looked OK.

At the end of the day she was called into Mr. Jones office. Standing 
in front of his desk she reached for the hem of her skirt to expose 
her bum. Jones leaned back in his chair and without benefit of a 
napkin unzipped his fly and fished a semi-erect cock from his 
trousers. Jen froze, dress pulled up to mid-thigh. "What are you 
doing?", she whispered in a horse voice. "Well you are letting me see 
yours --sort of-- so I don't have any problem with you seeing mine. 
Why don't you take a good look. That's what your good for Jen, giving 
me a hard-on. I'll bet you drive your husband crazy with that sweet 
body of yours. If I were him I make you stay naked all the time." The 
thought of Bill making her walk naked around their house turned Jen 
on, but in the last few days Jen had been so distant that she had 
hardly noticed her family. Jones kept stroking his now hard cock, and 
Jen resumed pulling up her skirt. Jen was looking at only the second 
hard cock she had ever seen in her life. It was different from her 
husband's. Jones was not circumcised and the foreskin rolled up and 
down the red staff as Jones played with himself.

When Jones saw her big white cotton panties he roared with anger. 
"You stupid cunt, I told you to wear something sexy!" Jen dropped her 
skirt and burst into tears.

"We are going to have to do something about this! I guess you don't 
care if you go to jail?" "Please no", Jen cried, "I just didn't have 
any other nice underthings. I'll get some----I promise." Jones 
tucking his shrinking penis back into his pants said, "Damn right you 
will. Its the least a dirty little thief like you can do for me! In 
fact, I think I'll make sure. You and I are going to go get some sexy 
bras and panties for you right now." Jen was shaken, "Bras? Why 
Bras?" Jones pushing Jen towards his desk said, "Your ass is fine, 
but I've been thinking that I should at least see what your top looks 
like in a bra. So tomorrow both the blouse and skirt are coming off. 
It won't be so bad, no worse than a bikini at the beach. Now call 
your husband from my phone and tell him you need to work a couple of 
hours late tonight." Jen, defeated, dejectedly asked, "What about my 
kids' dinner?"

Jones laughed, "I'm sure good old Bill can feed them, besides he 
should have been buying you sexy underwear. Since he didn't, I'm just 
going to have to help him out."

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Jen ran a brush one last time through her blond hair and turned off 
the stationwagon's interior light. She closed her eyes for a minute 
and rested her head against the head rest. Images filled her mind.

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Jen called her husband Bill from Mr. Jones' office. Jones grinned as 
she lied to her husband about working late. He knew that it was the 
first of many lies she would be telling her family. He knew he was 
gaining more control over the sexy innocent housewife. In fact, Jones 
felt that perhaps Jen was enjoying being "forced" into this 
exhibitionist role.

After hanging up Mr. Jones said, "Go to the restroom and take off 
that ugly bra and panties and bring them to me. Then we are going to 
go get you some sexy underthings for me to look at you in."

Jen did as she was told, but made sure that every button on her front 
buttoning skirt was fastened from the hem to the waist. She also 
buttoned every button on her blouse up to the top collar button. She 
felt very vulnerable. Without her bra and panties she felt loose. She 
had never been out of her house without her undergarments or at least 
a bathing suit on.

Jones met her in the lobby and roughly grabbed the white cotton 
panties an d bra out of Jen's hand. Jen felt her braless tits swing 
under the material of her blouse. Her nipples hardened as they grazed 
the fabric of her blouse.

Mr. Jones stuffed the undergarments into his suit pocket. He stood in 
front of Jen and said, "No No my sexy Jen, you have a great body lets 
unbutton a little. Get a little more comfortable."

Reluctantly Jen unbuttoned the top button at her collar. "Come on 
Jen, a little more comfortable." She undid the next button. "More 
comfortable!" "Please Mr. Jones, this is too embarrassing-----", 
whimpered Jen.

"Embarrassing", Jones roared, "I'll show you embarrassing, you thief. 
Your family will be embarrassed when you end up in jail. Now MORE 
COMFORTABLE!"

Jen, with fingers shaking, standing in the lobby, thought to herself, 
thank God everyone is gone for the day. She undid another button. He 
stood in front of her and could see the white creamy skin of her 
lower throat. "More!" The swell of the top of her sobbing chest came 
into view. "More" The soft skin between blouse edges opened slightly 
between her breasts. "More!"

Only three buttons were left buttoned. The highest one just in the 
middle of her torso. The edges fell open a bit exposing the top and 
inside swell of her tits.

"Now how about making your skirt more comfortable?"

Jen cringed, but at least she was still covered. She reached down and 
unbuttoned the button at the hem of her calf length skirt. In bending 
forward her blouse gapped giving Mr. Jones a great view of her tits, 
her nipples were just barley hidden from his voyeuristic eyes. 
"More!" Jen undid the next button located at her knees. "More!" The 
next button was at mid thigh. Opening it bared more than half of 
Jen's shapely thighs. "Now, isn't that better Mrs. Frost? I know you 
want to look sexy for me. Don't you?---- WELL, DON'T YOU?"

Jen barely got out a meek "yes."

"YES, WHAT?", demanded Jones.

Looking at the floor Jen replied louder, "Yes, I want to look sexy 
for you." Jones took her elbow and steered the humbled wife out the 
door and into the large almost empty parking lot.

******

Jen opened her eyes, turned the top light back on and reached for the 
sewing pins. It was going to be tricky pinning up her dress while 
sitting down, but she didn't want to get out of the car. The wind was 
blowing and it would mess up her teased hair.

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