Grace's Hard Lessons(M+/F, nc, humiliation, coercion)
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By Dark Avenger
Based on the unfinished story Janet's Hard Lessons by James Dawson, this is
a tale containing themes of non-consensual sex where attractive women,
innocent or otherwise, are forced into circumstances where they are taken
advantage of by men. If you are under-aged or find such themes offensive,
go no further. Please send comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com.
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Chapter One
Grace looked at the tape in shock. There she was, changing the numbers on the account transfer
slip. It was caught on tape. She looked up at Royston, her face pale.
"You wouldn't have been caught if you haven't been so greedy, Grace," the executive in his
mid-thirties said.
"Nobody noticed anything the first three times you stole money from the company," he continued
quietly. "The numbers, however, did not match up when I checked the report, and that's when I
suspected you. Obviously relocating the security camera to point at your desk, helped to catch you
red-handed."
Grace felt completely drained. After getting away with it those first three times, she had thought
that it was so easy, and it had been. She had earned herself to a position in that part of the
company where nobody would normally question her as to what she was doing. Until she got
carried away that is, and if it hadn't been for that most irritating Royston, what she had done
would probably have gone unnoticed.
Royston had been both simultaneously a suitor as well as a rival. While he was more senior in the
company than she was, Grace was trusted by her department head and generally the other
department heads had a favorable impression of her.
Royston, like many men in the office, was attracted to the confident and sexy Grace. When it was
clear she was not in the least bit interested in him, Royston began to become jealous of her
popularity in the office, and the fact that the department head thought she was capable, perhaps
more capable than him. It was with much glee when he finally found her weakness, the thing that
would completely destroy her and her standing in the company. And it was all up to him now.
"You spied on me.." Grace said as she stared at Royston, her voice trembling, but she wasn't sure
if her tone was accusing or one of surrender, a child whose hand has been caught stealing from the
cookie jar.
"Yes, and I'm sure Mr Shih and the directors will be glad that I did. Otherwise we would never
have found out what a thieving bitch you are," he stated, smirking at the finely dressed lady who
was a good seven to eight years younger than he was.
Grace's face flinched slightly at the derogatory term, but did not speak. Grace was the fashionista
in the office, always immaculately made-up in her expensive Japanese cosmetics, and dressed up
in designer clothing. Combined with her extremely slim, almost petite body, porcelain clear
complexion, baby-doll facial features and short hair, many men in the office stumble like teenage
boys trying to go out of their way to help her.
Grace already knew from the start of her career what she wanted out of this male-dominated
industry, and she knew how to get it. With the toss of her head, her wink, her tone of voice, or an
innocent touch to the other person's arm during mid-conversation, she could get many things
done by her gentle flirtations. She was cool and sassy in the office, yet 'untouchable', driving
many men who could not get to her to the brink of frustration.
But now Royston had her. "I will be informing Mr Shih and the directors tomorrow morning," he
said, closing his file, breaking Grace's inner thoughts.
"And the police will be notified of course, according to company policy. Four charges of
embezzlement and fraud I believe."
Grace felt helpless, and she fought tears back as her world came crashing down. She could not
bear the thought of going to jail for this. "Please don't...." she pleaded, "I'll - I'll pay everything
back.."
The tears ran down her cheek, but Grace knew she could not get out of this one that easily. How
could she have been so stupid?
Royston smiled. "Even if you could pay back one hundred and eighty thousand dollars tomorrow,
why should the company drop the criminal charges against you? It would be sending the wrong
signal to shareholders and employees you know. Or are you asking me to cover up for you?"
Grace was desperate, and she knew it sounded desperate but she had to try everything. "Please
Roy... you know I always treated you as a good friend.."
Royston laughed and it stung her. "Surely you could do better than that Grace." His eyes traveled
down her tear-streaked face to her white business suit jacket and pants to her high heel shoes.
Grace's face burned as her confused mind tried to sort out if Royston was trying to blackmail her
into giving him some sexual favor for covering this up for her. Maybe.. maybe she could just..
"Well, don't say I'm heartless, but maybe there is something you can help me with," Royston
broke the silence, pulling out another file from his drawer.
"There is this important deal that I'm working on, and I'm having difficulty finding the right
person that I need for it. If you agree to resign from the company and join this project, I think I can
convince Mr Shih not to press charges. However, you'll have to pay back all the money to the
company within a month."
"That, that's great Royston.. thanks so much... but I can't pay back within a month.. could you
give me more time?"
"Well don't worry, if you take on this project, you'll be paid thirty thousand dollars upon
completion, and I can loan you a hundred grand. As for the remaining fifty, we'll have to figure
out something," he said, handing the file to her. "I just need you to sign and initial every page."
Grace glanced through the document quickly, and through the legalese, she was able to figure out
that she would be resigning from the company and joining another one, registered in the Cayman
Islands. Royston was senior venture partner of that company, whatever that meant, and she
would also be bound to strict confidentiality as to the terms of her employment.
For the project, she would also have to stay at a hotel, and will be providing secretarial and other
services to high net worth clients. However, during office hours she would continue to work in the
same office as she has been working in, unless told otherwise. There was also something about
making herself available to accompany clients at all hours of the day on short notice, and doing
everything the company instructed her to do, including how she should dress. Grace penned her
signature and returned the file.
"Good. Now tonight there's a ball and I'm meeting an important client together with several
department heads. I want you to accompany me to it. Your dress will be sent to you at your hotel
room. Make sure you're there tonight or you'll find the police looking for you tomorrow."
"Yes, thank you Royston." Grace replied, managing a weak smile.
"That will be "Sir" from now on, Grace," Royston said, folding his arms in front of his chest.
"Yes, Sir.." Grace replied meekly.
"And one question, since I'm responsible to ease your transition to your new job... I've always
wondered about your bust size... you're a 30A? Or 32A?"
Grace was stunned for a while, but replied, "30A sir"
"Ah... small aren't you? " he smiled broadly, "and your panty size?"
Grace face flushed, as she had never been spoken to like that before.. "XS sir"
"Just what I thought.. mm...see you tonight, " he replied.
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Grace's Hard Lessons
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By Dark Avenger (Send comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com)
Chapter Two (M/F, exhib, humiliation, blackmail, oral)
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Grace shifted uneasily in the bright lights. As instructed she was attending this black tie event
with Royston, dressed in the gown that had been on her hotel bed when she checked into her
room. The gown was sheer but had lace throughout which made it very sexy indeed. There was
also a cream colored half-cup bra and matching thong panties, with a note telling her to wear
these.
While she had some doubts as to whether she trusted Royston, the thought of jail time quickly
convinced her that she had no choice. Besides, given the black color of the garment, it would not
reveal much below, she had convinced herself. And so she had her hair done, and turned up at the
five star hotel as instructed. To her surprise she saw the many bright lights and photographers at
the event.
Finding Royston quickly, she approached him, and when he offered his arm, she linked her arm
with his. "Good evening, Ro-I mean, sir... " she greeted him. Although she did not like him
much, he was a familiar figure and a person whom she could hide behind, under the bright lights
and cameras. Royston looked at his escort, his cock twitching in his pants as he could see much of
her slender frame through the almost transparent gown under the strong lights.
"Good evening Mr Ko." Royston greeted one of the department heads at the cocktail reception.
Grace followed a step behind, hanging onto his arm, trying not to be self conscious, even as she
felt all eyes were on her.
"My god, Grace, you look fabulous," marveled Mr Ko, his lusty eyes scanned the beautiful young
executive - the sheer material revealing almost all the charms of this slim young thing.
Grace felt her face turn red, as she was almost sure her nipples were poking out of the thin bra,
which itself was barely hidden by the wide-woven lace of the dress. "Thank you sir."
"Royston said he had finally found someone who could wear the this number, but I didn't think it
was you! You know, this is the gown that Natalie Portman wore a few months ago to the
awards... the famous dress..." Mr Ko said, his eyes wide-open.
"Yes, Mr Ko, when I asked Grace if she could do it, she jumped to the challenge immediately,"
Royston said with a smile, "She'll be with me at Mr Nakamori's table."
"Well good for you Royston... I'll leave you to entertain the lovely lady then..." Mr Ko smiled and
took his leave.
Finally Grace was able to figure out that Mr Nakamori, a famous Japanese designer, had designed
the gown. She also guessed that Nakamori was an important client to whatever deal or project
Royston was on. Reaching their table, Grace was introduced to him by Royston. The well-dressed
man was in his mid-forties, had a deep tan, and a low rumbling voice that suggested he was a
heavy drinker.
Nakamori made some small talk at first, exchanging the usual pleasantries about weather, work
and so on. But then he started asking Grace if she was a person who enjoyed the limelight, if she
liked being different and if she was an 'exhibitionist'. She was sure whatever he meant was not
translated quite accurately from Japanese to English.
"So you like attention Grace?" he asked.
"Yes I love attention Mr Nakamori," she replied. Grace was mindful of that fact that Royston
asked her to agree with whatever this important client said.
Halfway through dinner, Nakamori spoke to Royston in Japanese, and then Royston turned to her,
"Grace, Nakamori-san told me that the gown was designed for the sexiest ladies he had ever met,
and that you are definitely one of them."
Grace smiled politely at the compliment, and nodded at Nakamori in acknowledgement, and he
tipped his glass in response.
"And, " Royston continued, with a sly grin on his face, "he also said that the sexiest ladies go
without a bra and that's how he designed the gown. Grace, I need you to go to the ladies and
remove your bra, put it in your handbag and come back here."
Grace baulked at Roy's instruction, but did not dare refuse openly. She tried to bargain, and plead
with Roy, but he reminded her of the fact that she had signed a contract stating that she would
follow the company's instructions including how she was to dress exactly. After some coaxing and
coercion by Royston, she took a deep breath - it wouldn't be that bad would it? She excused
herself from the table and went to the ladies' room. Several minutes later, she returned.
To her surprise, Nakamori clapped his hands when Grace returned to the table. "Bravo!" he
applauded, in admiration of the girl who's perky breasts and nipples were now quite visible
under the sheer material of the gown. He ignored the fact the poor girl's face had turned bright
red from the unwanted attention. Turning to Royston he spoke, not in a very loud voice but Grace
could just make out the words. She was surprised that he could speak English rather fluently, if
with a strong Japanese accent. "I like her fresh look Roy. Not much modeling experience, but she
will do. Make sure she come to Joe's on Thursday... make it 3pm."
Grace did not know what that meant. Anyway, she pretended to be having her dinner, acting cool
amidst the smiles and nods from the other men and the women at the table. She knew that the
men were secretly staring at her breasts when they thought she wasn't looking.
Royston replied with a slight bow of his head, "Of course, Nakamori-san. We will be there. And
she will be ready."
With that, Royston turned his gaze back to young Grace who was trying to eat her salad and
pretend to be oblivious to the stares from around. His cock stirred as he watched the outline of her
body through the translucent material, and thought about what would happen at the
photography shoot on Thursday. Grace would be made to wear skimpy swimwear, and have her
photographs taken by a professional photographer who worked for Nakamori and specialized in
taking pictures for a very special audience. Royston himself had seen some of the pictures taken of
other models. The girl would first be made to pose in a variety of titillating swimming costumes or
slutty outfits in tantalizing positions. Then it would graduate to a series of bondage themed poses
- the girl might be tied up or cuffed, and sometimes gagged or blindfolded. Nakamori's favorite is
to take pictures of hapless girls who are unsuspecting or for various reasons, cannot resist for fear
of offending him. He loved to tie them up, and whip them, especially the beautiful ones.
Royston's erection grew hard as he knew that the photo studio would at any point of time also
have four video cameras recording the unsuspecting Grace from every angle, including the
changing room. For his part in this, Royston would get a free video recording of the whole
proceedings. But before that, there was some preparation to be done before Thursday. Grace was
haughty and headstrong, and would not take to following instructions easily. First she needed to
be trained, broken. Perhaps a few blowjobs around the office would do the trick.
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The next morning, half the office was buzzing with hot gossip, and the other half promptly found
out within an hour.
Grace overheard a conversation outside the pantry.
"Did you hear what Grace from Shih's department was wearing last night to the function?" one
man said to the other.
"Yeah, I heard she was practically naked and everyone could see what underwear she was
wearing!" the other man said. Upon hearing that, Grace's face felt burning hot, and she decided
against getting a coffee from the pantry after all. But not before she heard the first man's reply,
"Are you sure she was wearing any? Hahaha..."
In the ladies' restroom, Grace again interrupted a conversation between two secretaries as she was
coming out of her toilet cubicle. "Did you see Grace's skirt today?" one had just said to the other,
over the sound of tap water running, as Grace unlocked the door of her cubicle.
Grace turned red as she opened the door fully and walked out in her stiletto heels to the
washbasin. The secretaries disappeared quickly.
Grace looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a business suit like any other day, except
that today, the skirt was a good five inches shorter than usual, making it easily the shortest micro
skirt in the office. If she bent over, she would be flashing her panties.
That attire had been on her hotel bed last evening when she followed Roy's instructions and
checked in. That, and the four inch stiletto heels, a black sleeveless blouse, red bra and g-string. So
this morning, that was what she dressed in to come to work. Rumors started flying around, as the
men fantasized and the women became jealous of the attention. Some said that she had become
desperate or man hungry, or that she was seeking attention. Others commented on how slutty her
outfit was, and how unprofessional it was to wear it to office.
At about 10am, Grace got a call from Royston. "Grace, please come to my office please."
As Grace walked up the staircase across the foyer that led to Royston's office, she was feeling very
self-conscious - many of the offices surrounding the foyer had glass walls, so many eyes were on
her. To make things worse, the staircase was quite steep and quite a long flight of stairs that
curved up in a semi-spiral, and anybody at the foot of the staircase looking up could probably see
right up her skirt.
Grace finally reached Royston's office and went in.
"Shut the door please Grace," Royston said. He was sitting behind his desk busy at his computer,
so he did not even raise his eyes to look at her when she entered.
Grace did as she was told, and stood there uneasily for what seemed like a full minute, as Royston
continued typing. Finally he was done, and he turned towards her.
"My, my... this fits you quite well doesn't it?" he cocked his head as his beady eyes focused on the
slender young woman dressed in business jacket and skirt that revealed most of her legs, a sly
smile on his face.
"Well I did as you wanted Roy- sir... " she replied, feeling tense, ".. you were looking for me?"
"Yes... I was doing some thinking yesterday.. you know, I'm starting to think may be this..
arrangement that we have, that I'm trying to help you out with.. perhaps that isn't such a good
idea after all," Royston said, pausing to let the impact hit Grace, who was at once both stunned
and perplexed as to what he meant. She had signed the contract already hadn't she??
Royston continued speaking,"This is too risky for me. I think I'm going to just report you to Mr
Shih. We can just tear up the arrangement we had yesterday.."
"No... what do you mean? You can't change your mind? Please, I can't go to jail !" Grace
exclaimed, feeling hopeless panic.
"Well this is an important deal to me... can't afford to fuck it up you know... Besides, you're quite
a stubborn woman... I don't know if you can take instructions..." he continued, playing with his
fountain pen as he spoke.
"No.. please I can.. I will do everything as you say.." Grace replied anxiously.
"You are willing follow instructions without question? "
"Yes.."
"Yes what?"
"Yes sir..." Grace replied, biting her lip, as she felt the twinge of humiliation - now that Royston
knows her secret, she has to eat humble pie unlike previously when she was able to get away with
even disagreeing with him in a meeting in front of the bosses.
"You understand that following instructions is absolute, and that failure to do so will result in
justice taking its course?" he asked.
"Yes sir."
Royston leaned forward in his seat and clasped his hands together on the table. "Take off your
jacket and unbutton your blouse," he said calmly.
"Wha..." Grace was shocked. This was not what she expected. She knew that Royston wanted to
get back at her for having rejected him in the past, and probably planned to lord over her in this
'deal' of his and basically humiliate her in doing all the administrative work and following his
orders. But she did not expect this. She did imagine that perhaps he held the thought that he still
wanted to get together with her, and she that she would probably have to entertain several dates
with him while he had a hold on her. But this! Certainly she did not expect anything like this in the
office.
"Not a very impressive start," he said.
Grace's face colored. She had no choice. Slowly, Grace took off her business jacket, and laid it over
the chair. She reached up to the top button of her black sleeveless blouse and opened it. She took a
deep breath and worked her way down to the second, and then the third, and finally the last. She
looked at Royston, like a deer caught in the headlamps of an oncoming car, ready to bolt, but legs
too weak to move. Her blouse hung open, showing her red bra.
"Pull it apart and hold it open," he said.
Grace's face went bright red. She was totally at his mercy.
She slowly pulled her blouse up free of her skirt and pulled the two sides apart, exposing her fair
bosom and flat stomach, and small breasts in their red bra. Grace's heart was thumping now.
"Undo your bra and show me your tits, Grace."
Grace could hardly believe her ears. Fingers trembling, she obeyed, her hands reaching behind her
back. She undid the clasp, then slowly pulled her bra cups up, showing Royston her naked breasts.
Grace's face was burning now, and she was fighting not to break into tears.
"Good. Now turn around."
She slowly rotated her body around so that her back was to the man. She could feel his eyes
roaming across the back of her body, including her legs.
"Are you wearing the g-string?"
Grace's voice cracked as she tried to answer, "Y..yes sir..." She had never been spoken to like this.
She felt cheap, like some whore.
"Do you wear g-strings often Grace?"
Grace could not answer for almost ten seconds, as her mind tried to figure out if this was a bad
dream, as she stood there being questioned about her underwear by a male colleague, a fellow
executive, in the office that she worked.
"Yes, sir, I do, " she finally mustered a reply.
"How often?"
"May be two to three times a week, " she replied weakly.
There was a long pause, and Grace wondered what was crossing Royston's perverted mind now.
"Pull your panties down to your knees."
Grace bit her lip and fought back the tears of shame. Her hands went to her panties. She slowly
eased them down her thighs, having to bend forward to do so. She heard an intake of breath from
Royston, in confirmation that he was indeed looking right at her offered pussy peeking under the
skirt and bare naked ass.
"Well before I accept you to start on this deal, you will need to pass an interview with someone, so
that I can be sure you will follow instructions to a T" he said. "Turn around now.."
Grace turned around, and looked at Royston who was just staring at her now. She knew she was
presenting a sight to him, blouse unbuttoned, bra up and breasts exposed, and wearing a
ridiculously short skirt with her panties around her knees.
"Come over here Grace.. there's someone I like you to meet..."
Grace walked unsteadily toward Royston's desk on her stiletto heels. As she approached him, her
mouth unhinged in shock as she realized that the man had unzipped his pants and was sitting
there on his chair with a huge bulge in his underwear.
"Yes... I'll like you to meet Dick here.. he will be interviewing you. Your job will be to convince
him, with your oral skills, that you should be hired."
Grace felt butterflies in her stomach, and closed her eyes in deep shame. She approached him
around his desk reluctantly.
"Take off your panties, give them to me, and then kneel down between my legs."
Grace did as she was told.
"No wait, " Royston stood up again, and zipped up his pants, "I want you to unzip me and take
off my pants."
Grace fought back her tears as she unzipped the man and pulled his pants down. With a big grin
on his face, Royston sat back down in just his briefs.
"Alright, let the interview begin."
Grace pulled down his briefs. Reaching up, she grasped the stiff prick and guided it into her
mouth. Grace heard a sharp intake of breath from him as her wet mouth closed around the man's
prick, and his hand gripped the back of her head. She began to pump Royston's cock as she
sucked him. "My god, Grace.. I knew that you'll be sucking my cock one day... but this is
heaven....ohhh"
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Grace froze. To her astonishment, Roy said, "Come in!"
Grace tried to dislodge the erection from her mouth, but Royston held on to her head tightly.
Royston's secretary appeared at the door. "Royston? Was Grace here earlier? Mr Shih was looking
for her." The table blocked the view of Grace kneeling there, her face buried in Royston's lap, and
his cock fully occupying her mouth. Grace's high heel shoes could be seen below the table, if the
secretary just looked a little lower.
Royston cleared his throat. "Grace? She's... busy." His eyes looked at Grace's g-string lying there
on top of his table.
"Okay... could have sworn seeing her come in here..." the secretary muttered, as she closed the
door.
As soon as the door shut, Royston resumed humping Grace's mouth. "Suck me baby.... work that
cock you prick-teasing slut...." his voice continued above her.
Picking up his young colleague's undergarment, he brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply..
"My god Grace.. just smelling the scent of your pussy is enough to make me cum instantly."
Grace's face turned red with the biting humiliation but continued her sucking.
"Faster now!" he urged. She felt the grip on her hair tighten, as his hips thrust upwards in jerky
motions. "YES...YES.. YESSSSSS"
Two strokes later, she felt his hot load squirt into her mouth. "Ohhhhh..." he moaned out loud, as
his cock jerked in her mouth. She fought the impulse to gag as more semen flooded her mouth.
Spent, he slowly pulled his prick out of her mouth. Grace did not know what to do next, not
wanting to swallow, but not daring to spit the hot semen out. "Keep my cum in your mouth
Grace," Roy said as he stood up, pulled his pants and zipped them, "don't you let a single drop
get out!"
Grace stood up awkwardly, her mouth full of his vile stickiness. "Now I want you to go to the
pantry, and get a cup. Make a cup of coffee, and then you're allowed to empty your mouth into
the cup. Then bring the cup to me. You've got four minutes."
Grace nodded, as she redid her bra and pulled down her blouse, keeping her lips closed. She
looked at her panties, still in Roy's hand.
"No panties for you for the rest of today," Royston said with a grin.
Grace made her way carefully down the staircase, she prayed hard that nobody would talk to her
on the way to the pantry. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw the new guy in the accounts
department walk up the staircase. He smiled at her, and she smiled back, taking care to keep her
lips closed so that the cum in her mouth wouldn't leak out.
George saw the hottest chick in the office coming down the staircase and couldn't believe his eyes
as to how short her skirt was. Not wanting to be caught staring at her legs though, he merely made
eye contact and smiled politely. Little did he know the bombshell had her mouth full of cum as
she walked past him, and had no panties on, and that if he had looked, he would have seen her
naked cunt.
Oh god, how many minutes has it been? Grace quickly made her cup of coffee, secretly emptying
her mouth of Royston's cum into the cup. She would have loved to wash out her mouth, but four
minutes must be almost up. Quickly, she brought the cup out and was dismayed to find a male
colleague and female colleague chatting at the bottom of the staircase. Grace did not want to risk
flashing her naked pussy while going up the staircase, but had no choice. Trying to be as
inconspicuous as she could, and not really succeeding, Grace climbed up the staircase carefully.
Little did she know that Royston was watching out of the glass panel of his office into the foyer, he
was smiling, as he knew that the cutie was flashing her pussy as she climbed up the staircase.
"Well, well..." Royston looked down at his wrist watch, "that was five minutes Grace. You are
late."
Grace began to speak, but Royston cut her off. "No excuses, now drink up the coffee."
Knowing that she was absolutely at the mercy of his commands, Grace felt whatever remnants of
her confident exterior crumble altogether. She drank up the semen-laced coffee. "I hope you take
yours with cream," Royston said, an evil grin on his face.
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Grace's Hard Lessons
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The story so far: a young successful female office executive steals from her
company and is discovered by a male co-worker who uses this to blackmail her.
He humiliates her by making her wear a sheer dress to a client dinner, and
then go pantiless in the office. She soon finds herself giving him a blowjob,
not knowing that this is only the beginning of the diabolical plan that he
has for her...
Chapter Three (MF, humiliation, oral)
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Grace was in the men's room on the second floor of the office. Royston said that because she was
late in her first assignment, she had to stay behind after office hours to receive her second
assignment. Then, after office hours, Royston told her what was her next assignment - she was to
seduce the office janitor.
And so, old man Chong got a shock of his life when he went to lock the men's restroom, and found
the pretty twenty-four year old executive standing inside. While she was wearing her business
jacket and skirt, Royston had relieved her of all her underwear and blouse.
As Royston had instructed her, Grace slowly unbuttoned her jacket, while talking to the
sixty-something year old janitor. He could hardly believe his eyes seeing this pretty young thing
in a short skirt and high heels in the men's room. She told him that she needed money urgently,
and asked if he was interested in having her. When he asked exactly what she had in mind, Grace
had to say (and she almost died as the words came out of her mouth) that she would give him a
blowjob for twenty bucks.
The janitor's hands trembled as he took out twenty dollars from his wallet, as he eyed her fair,
naked tits and long legs. He asked if he could touch her while she was doing it. Grace nodded, and
moved back a few steps as the old man moved close to her, until her back touched the wall and
she could retreat no further.
Submissively, she held her jacket open, her perky breasts presented like a sacrificial offering. Not
bearing to watch her own humiliating molestation, she looked away. She flinched as she felt his
rough hands squeezing them. The janitor's fingers rolled her slick nipples, causing them to stand
out.
Then she felt something warm around her left nipple, and realised that the old man had clamped
his gums around her nipple. He began to suck noisily on her tits. The janitor was certainly
delighted that this lady, three decades younger than he was, was allowing him to fondle and suck
her nipples before she went down on his old withered cock.
"Get down," said the old man when he was done with her tits, his face beaming.
Grace felt herself being pushed downward to her knees. His pants dropped. She tried to capture
his flaccid cock with just her lips but it kept eluding her so she took it in one hand and sucked and
nibbled on the end. Her eyes were tightly shut and she was trying to imagine herself with her
boyfriend.
She sucked earnestly, despite the disgusting odour emanating from his crotch and the foul taste of
his prick, eager to get it over with. He was fucking her face, jerking her head back and forth, as he
enjoyed the sight and feeling of this young heavenly creature on her knees before him, her mouth
and throat working on his ancient erection.
Finally with a lurch, the old man jammed his cock down her throat, almost choking her. Almost
immediately he started to cum. Gobs of cum splattered against the roof of her mouth, more than
what Grace thought the old man had in his wrinkled scrotum that was possible. Royston watched
this in his office, courtesy of the secret video camera he had installed in the restroom. He laughed
when he saw the old janitor take out his wallet and stuff a twenty dollar note in the girl's hand,
while she seemed more concerned with getting rid of the contents in her mouth.
Grace returned to Royston's office. Tilting her head back slightly, she opened her mouth, showing
him the old man's cum in it.
"Oh good.. now you have twenty dollars in your hand Grace for one blow-job. Hehe... Tell you
what: swallow it and it'll count for another hundred dollars off your debt."
Grace hesitated, but finally swallowed the gross stuff, almost retching in the process. She could
not believe how low she had become. Royston laughed, and congratulated her for doing her
assignment satisfactorily this time.
**
It was Thursday afternoon, and Royston drove Grace to Joe's photo-studio, a decrepit looking
building which looked like a warehouse. Upon going inside, it turned out to be quite well
furnished. Behind the reception counter sat a young lady whom Grace presumed was the
receptionist - probably about her own age, with her blonde hair pulled back, mascara and red
lipstick. She was quite stunning really for a receptionist; Grace thought she could have been one of
the models. The receptionist barely registered their presence, continuing to file her beautifully
manicured nails. "Go on in.... he's waiting" she said, barely looking up. "Thanks Nat.." Royston
replied, ushering Grace in.
Indeed, Nakamori was already in the studio waiting, smoking a cigar.
"Well, it's good to see you again my dear Grace." he said, smiling as he flicked the ash from his
cigar.
"Thank you sir. " Grace replied politely. She felt a little intimidated by the way Nakamori's deep
piercing eyes seem to see through her, and everything else.
After a brief introduction to Joe, the photographer - a short wiry man in his late thirties - Royston
handed Grace a lilac bikini.
"Change into this. We'll be doing a promotional shoot for this line of swimwear that
Nakamori-san is launching this whole week. Do this well, and you'll be paid ten grand for just a
week's work," Royston said.
"Ten grand?" Grace's mouth fell open.
Royston replied "Yes, but make sure you follow EVERYTHING that he asks you to do. I'm going
back to the office now. If I hear anything about you not being cooperative, you know what I'm
going to do."
Grace nodded and made her way to the changing room.
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