Nikki
Chapter 1
Nicole... or Nikki, as most people knew her, never really had a want or need
that was unfulfilled when she was growing up. Her parents had always taken good
care of her. Going to college was all they ever really wanted from her, and that
was all the motivation she needed. After her parents died in the car accident,
she decided that she would work toward completing her education. Unfortunately,
their death was unexpected and they never bothered completing a will. As a
result, most of their assets went to the the state to pay off debts that she
didn't think they had. She didn't really understand the process and was somewhat
surprised when she realized that all that was left was just a few thousand
dollars. The money didn't last very long. Between all the trendy new clothes she
had to buy and then the visits to the salon... When the money was gone, she
moved in with her grandmother, who lived off of her Social Security checks.
Together they barely scraped by, but Nikki found it difficult living the life of
a pauper, she felt it was beneath her.
At the beginning of her junior year, now twenty, Nikki decided to move into a
dorm on campus so that she wouldn't be such a big burden on her grandmother.
Actually, it also allowed her a little more freedom. Her grandmother was very
strict and old-fashioned. Nikki had to take a job at the campus bookstore to pay
for her tuition and her living expenses, but she couldn't stand working. Worse
yet, the assistant manager, Stephanie, was not even a college student. She was
still in high school, and was constantly harassing her. Nikki was sure she was a
les. She was always watching her, following her around the store. She despised
the teen. She even went as far as trying to get the girl fired so she could take
over as the assistant. Unfortunately, her idea backfired and afterward Stephanie
just seemed bent on getting even. Nikki almost felt almost justified when she
began to pocket a little cash each day. "It's just for food," she thought.
"Anyway, I need it more than they do" . . . At first it was just a few dollars a
day. But then she grew bolder and began taking more. It should have been no
surprise when she was confronted . . .
"Nikki, I need to talk to you about something in the office." Stephanie was repulsive.
She was quite heavy, almost portly. At 5'0", she was several inches shorter than Nikki
and with her roundish body she looked almost like a beachball with arms and legs.
Her skin was always oily, making her face look constantly shiny. Her hair was short,
cut in a boyish trendy style. She always smelled funny, almost like she never bathed.
"Yuck," she said, wrinkling her nose as she followed Stephanie into the office.
"What?" Stephanie turned around glaring.
"Nothing, I just noticed some dirty shelves I'll have to take care of later."
Stephanie pushed open the door to the office and went to sit behind the large
metal desk. Nikki's nose flared when she noticed that same funny smell hit her.
She closed the door behind her and took a seat across from the greasy looking
teen. She ran her fingers through her dark hair and just stared at her young
supervisor with her green eyes.
"What is it Stephanie? I hope this is important. I have a lot to get done before
my shift's over."
"Nikki, I'm going to be very blunt . . . I know you have been stealing from the
register."
"Wha . . . what?" Nikki started to squirm in her chair. Panic was setting in . . .
Stephanie could see it as her pretty green eyes darted around the room.
"Rob had a video camera installed last week. He's made it my job to review the
tapes and report my findings to him. We've been losing a lot of money, Nikki."
Nikki was speechless. "You have been stealing from the store for a while, actually
quite awhile!"
"I'll pay you . . . the store back, I just needed to eat and get a few things.
And, I just don't make enough here."
"Nikki, don't be stupid. You've stolen at least three grand. I know you don't
have that kind of money... anymore, that is." Nikki thought she noticed the teen
smirk at that. "If you can't pay it back right now, in full, I'm going to have to
tell Rob, the store manager, and he'll notify the cops and campus administration."
"I can work for free until I pay it back!" She was shaking.
"I guess that means you don't have the money." She began to sob. A crooked smile
played on Stephanie's lips just then.
"I guess I have no other choice . . . " More sobs...... "Unless..." She looked
up at her, her eyes wide. Stephanie noticed her breasts heaving in her outfit as
she cried. Nikki looked stunning, even now she was one of the prettiest girls
Stephanie had ever seen. Far prettier than any girl at the high school, and she
wanted Nikki for herself.
"Unless?" she asked, wiping away the tears from her cheeks.
"Perhaps we can make some kind of arrangement?"
"An arrangement?" she sounded hopeful, thinking she would pay it back and be
free.
"Yes, it's very simple really. You're going to do some work for \i me\i0 . Some
private work . . . and you're going to do everything I say, no matter what it
is."
"What?!?"
"You heard me. I tell you to do something, anything, and you do it. No questions
asked!"
"Fuck you! I won't do that," she shouted as she started to get up to leave.
Stephanie picked up the phone. "Who should I call first? Rob, the cops or
administration? I guess if I call administration you will be kicked out of
school and then we can call the cops to take you off to jail. I don't think your
grandmother will be too happy to hear about your sticky fingers. I don't think
she'll like having to come pick you up from jail. Have you ever been to jail
Nikki?"
She looked at her in horror as she sat back down, not knowing what to do now.
She was caught and knew there was no other way out, except,_ _ _ except to take
the offer! "Well! What's it gonna be?" Nikki began to cry again. "Stop that fucking
wailing and answer my question!"
"Okay, okay . . . I'll do it, whatever you want. Just don't turn me in." She was
sobbing again.
"Wow, I think that's the smartest thing I've ever heard you
say. Very good." She looked Nikki over with a nasty smile. "Now let's get a few
things straight. I will work out all the details of how you will repay your debt.
So . . . from here on you will do anything and everything I tell you to do. You will
do what I tell you to do immediately without hesitation. If you don't, you're going
to be punished. If you fuck with me, I will turn you into Rob, to the cops and
to the college."
"It's like you own me, oh god." She whispered.
"That's right. Now say it you stuck up bitch, who do you belong to?"
"yyyoooou!"
"That's right and what does that mean?"
"I...I don't know . . . I"
"It means that you'll do anything I want! Anything, anytime, anyplace and
without hesitation!"
"Yes."
"Repeat it."
"I'll do anything you want."
"No, say it all you prim and proper bitch!"
"iiiii'll do anything, anytime, anyplace you say without hesitation!
"Of course you will, Nikki."
"Oh god! What have I gotten into?"
Stephanie started laughing "You've gotten yourself in a heap
of trouble! Now, give me your store I.D. badge."
"Wha . . . why?"
"I have to give you a new one. And don't question me either!"
Nikki pulled the badge off of her shirt and handed it to her. Stephanie opened
the desk drawer and produced a blank badge.
"Okay, let's take your new photo." She said as she stood up. "Get over by the
line." Nikki got up hesitantly and nervously walked over to the mark for the I.D.
photos. Stephanie stepped up behind the tripod and looked through the camera
lens. "Hmmm. I don't know. Looks a little too conservative, I think. Take off your
shirt."
"Stephanie, please!"
"I think you know what will happen if you don't do it, Nikki."
Crying, Nikki started to unbutton her shirt, knowing this fat bitch would make
those calls. "That's a good girl. I think we are going to get along just fine, don't you?"
She untucked the shirt and pulled it off, exposing the black bra underneath.
Stephanie looked thru the camera again. "Still too conservative, I think the bra needs
to go too Nikki." She smiled.
Nikki looked at the teen, her mouth wide open. "The fat bitch!" She thought.
Reluctantly, she reached behind her back and undid the clasp. She held the cups
to her breasts for a moment then pulled it away, letting her full, heavy breasts
drop. There was a flash and a moment of blindness.
"Wow! You have pretty titties, better than playboy tits." She looked behind the camera
again. "Okay let's do this one for keeps. Squeeze your tits together, lift them
and smile." She felt like crying but didn't want to give her the satisfaction.
"That's awesome, now one more, the same way. Wait, pinch your nipples a little
and make them hard." Nikki pinched each nipple and then watched them shamefully as
they became erect.
"Oh yeah, now that is nice. Squeeze them together again and lift a little . . .
be sure to smile." !!!!FLASH!!!! "Gotcha."
"Are you finished? Can I put my shirt back on now?"
"No, I'll let you know when, just stand there holding those titties"
The teen then nonchalantly went on putting together the ID badge for her. She
slid it through the little badge machine, sealing it with the polyurethane
cover. She then started to type the title. After she was finished with the
badge, she added a metal clip.
"Here you are Nikki." She handed her the new badge as she tossed the old badge
in the trash. Nikki looked at the badge.
"Oh my god! I can't wear this. You're crazy!" She stared down at the tiny photo.
She looked like a whore, offering her tits to a customer and smiling about it.
She read her name and the title beneath it: "Nikki DeLeon - SLAVE"
"You can put your shirt on Nikki." She reached for her bra, wanting to cover up
quickly! "Uh uh. No more bras . . . I want your tits to be free." Stephanie pulled
out a blank folder and wrote something on it. Then she took the remaining three
pictures and placed them inside. She then placed the folder in her desk drawer, and
looked up at Nikki. She was still staring at the photo of herself. Stephanie smiled.
She was just standing there with her top off and looking down at the picture.
"Nikki," she said again, snapping her out of her daze. "You can get dressed
now." She smiled. She was so fucking hot and now she was hers! "I'll take the
bra since you won't be needing it anymore." She took the bra off of the desk and
placed it in the desk along with the folder. Nikki was putting on her shirt, a
defeated look on her face. She smiled again; she could make nikki do anything
she wanted; she belonged to her. Nikki was now her property!!
"Put the badge on, wear it whenever you are working or you won't be paid for
that day." nikki reluctantly clipped the badge onto her top left pocket.
"By the way you can leave early today, we're going out tonight. I want you to
get dressed up . . . none of that conservative shit either. What do you have
that looks slutty?"
"I don't know! Nothing!"
"Fine. I want you to wear a tube top and a pair of jean shorts."
"I don't have a tube top," she blurted.
"You know, you're pretty stupid for a college girl. I guess you're going to have
to get one. Here . . ." she said, pulling twenty dollars out of her pocket. "Buy
a tube top and a pair of spike heeled shoes. At least 5 inches. Make sure the
tube top and the shoes match." She nodded. "Meet me at the movie theater at 8PM
. . . no later."
"Wait, this isn't enough money."
"Go to a discount store or a thrift shop."
"A discount store?" Nikki had never bought any clothes from a discount store and had never even
heard of a thrift shop. All her clothes were designer and expensive!
"Yes, there's a good one downtown, around Fifth Street. I'm sure they'll have
something that would work. Oh, make sure you wear the outfit out of the shop and
I want you to wear what you have on now! When you leave, give them to the
counterman. " She chuckled. Nikki started to get up, she wanted to get away from
this fat bitch as fast as she could!
"Sit down! Did I say you could leave?"
"Wha . . . I didn't . . . I thought we were done."
"Shut up! You stand when I tell you to stand. You sit when I tell you to sit.
You pee when I tell you to pee. You don't do anything unless I say to! Do you
understand?"
"I..."
"Yes or no? I doesn't exist for you anymore . . . it's just me . . . your entire
life is now going to be centered around me. I'm going to tell you what to do and
when to do it. You'll do nothing, and I mean nothing, without me telling
you. Now, sit down! And answer me bitch, NOW!"
"Yes, I understand!" Nikki sat down again, she was trembling with anger.
"Very good, now you can go."
Her mouth dropped. She could not believe that this disgusting high school bitch,
was treating her this way.
"I said get out!"
Nikki quickly got up and left the office. The door slammed behind her.
Once Nikki was out of her office, Stephanie took out the folder and the sexy
bra. She held the bra to her nose, taking in the scent of her new toy and looked
at the pictures she had just taken. Her brain whirled with all the thoughts of
how she would use and humiliate this sexy girl. She couldn't wait to do more
with those lovely tits, and see the rest of her hot body.
End Chapter 1
