Jennifer's Resignation

Monica: We just thought you'd want to meet some of your fans. ;)

Jeremy: What is it that you think we are doing?

Jennifer: How did you figure out my screen name?

Jennifer stepped into the elevator. She felt sick. Her eyes were glued to the phone.

Jeremy: A picture you posted a few months ago to Reddit. Monica recognized the lady's room from the 20th floor.

Jennifer: And so she immediately showed YOU?!

Monica: Well it's nothing compared to what YOU'VE been showing him!

Jennifer didn't know how to take that. She decided to simply move on.

Jeremy: You can relax, we aren't going to tell anyone. You should come over to Monica's place in the morning and we can talk about it. No pressure.

Jennifer: No pressure? WTF.

Monica: It's really going to be fine, don't worry.

Jennifer hardly remembered coming home. Her head was spinning. She finally had to take off her watch, as it never stopped alarming from her rapid heart beat. She was sick to her stomach. She ignored the book she had planned on reading. Her TV stayed silent and dark. Jennifer was mortified, and she shakily reached for a bottle of wine above her fridge while Frederick rubbing along her legs inquisitively. She pulled the bottle down and uncorked it, but she paused to pet Frederick a little. That made her feel better. She poured a tall glass of wine, and sat cross-legged on the couch. She was still tense. She felt so exposed, so scared.

Without even thinking, she had opened her social media. She saw a message from "CandyRose," and tapped it absentmindedly. It was short.

"Jeremy says to wear your black corset with stocking and garters tomorrow. No panties."

Jennifer moaned. She downed the wine in one gulp, and dropped her phone to the floor. Of course. She had been chatting with Monica without knowing. She had seen Monica's nude body... Worse, she had loved it. She had sent sexual messages, comments... Had fantasies. Monica knew who she was talking to... Jennifer hadn't. Jennifer walked almost robotically back to the kitchen and refilled her glass. She spent the night running through scenarios in her head. Would she be fired? Would she quit? She couldn't work with those two, couldn't look them in the eyes ever again. It was clear to her that they planned on something sexual tomorrow... You don't order someone to wear lingerie unless you plan on seeing it.

Finally it occurred to her: She would sue. Surely this situation constituted harassment. She was sure to win. All she had to do was record their conversation tomorrow with her phone, and the case would be simple. The company would settle, and she could find a new job. Hell, she could probably retire. She hadn't done anything wrong, Jeremy and Monica did. She would be fine. She wasn't sure what time she passed out that night, but she remembered always that once she came to the conclusion that she had a solid lawsuit, the relief and wine brought her to sleep quickly.

The next morning was a flurry of activity. She half-expected messages from Jeremy and Monica, but saw only one that contained her address. She readied herself slowly, curling her hair, applying makeup. She wanted to look the part. She wanted to appear like she was going to play along, that way she would know her livelihood was safe. All she needed was evidence that she was being coerced by her boss...

She did decide to wear her black corset and stockings. Maybe it would take some time to get a confession out of them, or they'd check. Jennifer slid a black pair of panties on as well. She had no intention of following that particular request.

As she got ready, she did find herself stopping in front of the mirror. She admired herself... Heaving breasts, waist cinched tight. She looked excellent. If her watch had been on, she would have gotten an alarm, for even though she was disgusted with the situation she found herself in, she couldn't help but be aroused by it.

She felt like a secret agent, getting ready to capture evidence of wrongdoing. She pulled some lighter slacks on over her stockings, and found a sweater that could conceal her bust. She looked at herself in the mirror again. Passable. She could ride the Streetcar tram without drawing too much attention.

The air was crisp outside, but it was a nice day. She walked toward the streetcar stop and recounted her plan in her mind: she would show up with her phone recording a voice memo. She would clearly talk to Monica and Jeremy. She would make them clearly state that they intended to blackmail her. She might even play along for a few seconds if that's what it took to get them to lay their cards down at the table.

And then she would leave.

Jennifer stepped onto the streetcar, and smiled a little despite herself. She had them. She didn't see a way out for them. She hated the thought of quitting her job, but she was already planning on her life after the settlement she'd get. She'd stay in KC, maybe find another firm... Depending on the dollar amount, maybe she could get by working part time...

The streetcar came to a stop, and Jennifer checked the window. One more stop to go. She pulled her phone out, half expecting to see a new text from Monica or Jeremy. There were none. She wasn't sure why did, but she sent a text to the group thread.

Jennifer: "I'm wearing what you told me to."

Immediately her stomach dropped. She didn't know why she texted that. She didn't know why she lied. She did know that the panties that she wasn't supposed to be wearing were starting to stick to her from her anticipation. She hated herself a little.

The streetcar stopped again, and Jennifer stepped out. She followed the map on her phone to a lovely old brownstone. A notification popped up above her map: Jeremy had given her text the "thumb's up." She ascended the stairs, and punched a number on the callbox. There was a buzz, and the door clicked open. She stepped inside.

The inside was old, but clean. She approached an aged elevator and punched the up button. She was starting to get nervous. The elevator door opened, and Jennifer stepped into the hallway. It darker than the foyer downstairs, and she didn't feel entirely safe.

She tapped the Voice Memo app on her phone, and hit the start button. A timecode began scrolling across her screen, and she hit the lock button to obscure it.

She quickly stepped past the row of doors to the end of the hall, unit #505. She knocked.

She thought she could hear music on the other side of the door, but she couldn't be sure. The door opened a crack, and Monica's smiling face appeared.

Monica opened the door the rest of the way and smiled sheepishly.

"Hi."

Jennifer stepped inside. She was instantly relieved. The dreary hallway was in stark contrast to the huge, floor-to-ceiling windows in Monica's flat. The ceilings were tall, and the windows were trimmed in arching brick. There was muted color everywhere, and soft, plush furniture. Each surface seemed to have one too many creeping green plants atop it; a hobby that Jennifer had heard Monica speaking about many times before.

Jennifer walked slowly, but paused when Monica took her hand.

"Are you okay?" Monica tried to look concerned, but her smile told a different story. Jennifer was incredulous. How could she be okay? She felt violated!

Jennifer opened her mouth to answer, but paused. Monica was smiling unabashedly now, and it was only then that Jennifer noticed her clothes. Monica was nearly the same height as Jennifer, but today she seemed 4 inches taller owing to tall, black high heels. She had on a tight black minidress that reflected the light from the window. It had a bright, silvery zipper straight down the front.

"Latex." Jennifer thought to herself, "Monica is wearing a latex dress."

She couldn't help but stare. The cut of the dress was scandalous; Jennifer had a lot of cleavage between her G-cup breasts herself, but Monica's bust was almost cartoonishly big. Jennifer's bust had been the product of 2 years worth of holiday bonuses, but Monica's were her own.

Her hips were wide, and the shiny material cinched so tightly at the waist that Jennifer was astonished. She had an hourglass figure of improbable dimensions.

"Jennifer, girl, I'm sorry. This probably came as a shock... I promise we weren't trying to make you feel uncomfortable." Monica stammered, sensing Jennifer's discomfort.

Jennifer paused. She was feeling so odd, so ambivalent. What was happening?

She stood her ground, but felt a little silly addressing Monica while she was dressed as she was. "How could I not feel uncomfortable?! You two basically stalked me online... Monica, we had whole conversations!"

Monica looked surprised.

"Yes, and I loved them! That's why once we figured out who you were, we just knew we had to invite you into our dynamic."

Jennifer was taken aback, but remembered that her phone was recording. She needed to get Monica to clearly state what had happened.

"Your dynamic? And what exactly would that be? The manager screwing the sales staff he manages?!"

Monica looked surprised, but then started to laugh.

"It's really nothing like that at all, Jen" Monica said smoothly. "Jeremy and I keep our work and private lives separate... I don't get any preferential treatment at work no matter how good I am... When we aren't at work." She giggled.

Jennifer paused. "You can't be serious. There's no way we are on the same footing in the company if you're sleeping with the boss."

Jeremy walked into the room from around a brick archway, startling Jennifer.

"Jen, we honestly don't do a lot of sleeping, and I DO NOT treat anyone differently based on their lives outside of work."

Jennifer bristled and opened her mouth to respond, but she didn't. Jeremy was wearing jeans and a white linen shirt. His muscular chest was partly exposed, and she could clearly see the outline of hard nipples under the fabric. He was handsome.

Jennifer had to take a moment to compose herself. The situation was so odd, almost surreal to her. Seeing these people out of their normal context in her life... Seeing them in a sexual light... It was shocking. Exciting, but shocking. She had to regain control of herself, of the situation.

"Tell me what it is that you are proposing." She said finally.

Jeremy looked at her quizzically, his blue eyes searching. He stepped closer.

"Jen, if you don't want anything to do with us, you can walk out that door right now."

Jennifer was disappointed. She wasn't getting the audio she needed to prove her point. She probed further.

"And what If I do? What if I don't play your sick games, what if I walk out and leave? What will happen to me then?"

Monica squeezed Jennifer's hand and laughed.

"Then you'll miss out."

Jeremy walked over to an ottoman and opened it up. Jennifer couldn't see what was inside, but she heard rattling as Jeremy moved. She craned her head to see, but Monica tilted her head in the way. She smiled.

"I wish you'd stay, Jen."

She guided Jennifer's hand up her own body slowly, and pressed the silver metal zipper pull onto her fingers.

Jennifer stopped breathing.

She felt completely out of control; she had planned on coming in the door, getting enough incriminating audio to keep the upper hand, and leaving. But right now she felt like she had nothing... But she was only a moment away from pulling down that zipper and finally seeing her "CandyRose" in person. She was shaking, and hardly noticed when Jeremy stepped up behind her. He put his hands on her arms, and whispered in her ear:

"Do it. You know you want to."

She was angry, she was horny, she was upset at herself for being put in this situation.

"You'd better hurry," Jeremy said, "Or you might just miss your chance of getting to do that."

Jennifer pulled the zipper.

What happened next likely took whole minutes, but to Jennifer's spinning head seemed like only moments. Monica's dress stretched open, releasing her breasts. The latex stopped at her hips, too tight to fall down further.

Jennifer hardly noticed the restraints Jeremy was tying on her arms behind her back. She opened her mouth, inched toward Monica, but was pulled back. Jeremy laughed.

"No, Jen. She's all mine."

Jennifer whined despite herself. She was instantly ashamed, and she knew her face was flushing. Monica's expression was so hungry, so primal that Jennifer felt a little alarmed. Monica didn't advance, though. She let Jeremy do his work, shackling Jennifer's arms back in place. Jeremy reached in front of Jennifer and held something in front of her face. It was a ballgag.

Jennifer paused.

"You don't have to if you don't want to." Jeremey said, almost as if he was daring her to decline.

She opened her mouth, and he tied the ball tightly. Monica looked relaxed.

"Perfect. Now that we've got all that out of the way, let's fix the rest of this situation." Jeremy said cryptically. He walked back over to the ottoman, and pulled out something shiny that Jennifer couldn't see. She stopped paying attention to him as Monica had started pulling her dress down, stretching it over her hips. She had nothing on underneath.

Monica's body looked even better in person. Her smooth, olive-colored skin looked so perfect with her thick curves. Jennifer already knew she had gorgeous brown eyes and perfect breasts, but she hadn't paid much attention to how beautiful the lines of her body were. She tried to move her arms, but they were stuck tight behind her. She couldn't speak to tell Monica how gorgeous she looked.

Jennifer felt a tugging behind her and snapped her head back to look. Jeremy was holding a pair of silver shears! She let out a scream, but it was muffled by the gag. Jeremy paused for a second and smiled.

"I'm not going to hurt you, but you really need to hold still. These are SUPER sharp."

He slid them into the back of her sweater, and she felt the cold steel against her skin. She froze.

She tried to protest, but it was too late. Jeremy forcefully ripped the back of her sweater open exposing her corset underneath. He then slid the scissors under her chin, and ripped the sweater down the front. He roughly grabbed the ruined fabric and yanked it out, exposing her lifted bust.

She was startled. This seemed so violent. She felt so helpless and exposed.

She loved it.

"Oh wow." Jeremy muttered. Jennifer could tell he was taken aback. She liked that.

Monica stepped forward with a serious look on her face and ran her hands all along Jennifer's body.

"You have no idea how much I've been thinking about all this." She squeezed Jennifer's breasts slowly but firmly, as if testing her. Jennifer could only moan softly against her gag.

Monica abruptly turned around and walked to the plush cough near the window. She lay herself on the far end, propping her back against the arm rest. Jeremy Slowly guided Jennifer by her shackled arms toward the opposite edge of the couch, and firmly lowered her top half over the arm rest. Jennifer was standing beside the couch, top half bent awkwardly over onto the couch, chest resting just opposite of Monica who was eyeing her hungrily. Jennifer tried to lift herself up, but without the use of her arms she was very helpless. She felt Jeremy's hands sliding down her sides, her legs. She loved his touch. He wasn't rushed, he wasn't forceful... His fingers felt like they were exploring her, learning her. She felt his hands going all the way down to her feet, and he quickly pulled her shoes off. She heard them clatter to the ground, and felt the cool floor under her bare feet. Jeremy's hands glided back up her legs, and then forcefully pulled her pants down. She expected to feel his touch, but he paused.

"I thought we agreed on no panties?"

Jennifer grunted. She had forgotten. That was going to cost her.

Jeremy once again touched her legs, now clad only in stockings. Jennifer had put the panties on before the stockings and belts... They couldn't be removed without taking everything else off first.

Or so she thought.

She felt Jeremy's hands against her rounded, bare bottom. She couldn't help it... She moved her hips side to side, wanting more. Suddenly, she felt her panties pulling against her tightly, uncomfortably tightly!

Riiiiiiip

They gave way, and Jennifer could feel the cool air hitting her. Her excitement was running down her legs.

Monica inched closer to Jennifer on the couch, her gorgeous legs only inches from her Jennifer's gag.

"That's so sexy!" She said, eyeing Jennifer. She ran her hands down her own body tauntingly, over the edges of her breasts, down her hips. Monica let her legs hang heavily, the right one against the back rest and the left one along the cushion. Her hands wandered down between them, and Jennifer craned her neck up to watch.

Monica was curvy and luscious, and her manicured nails sparkled while she glided her hand expertly over her wet sex. Jennifer noticed how manicured she was all over... From her hair and makeup to her nails, to the gorgeous little patch of hair just above her pussy. It made Jennifer hungry in a way she couldn't quite describe.

Monica moaned softly, and her gaze flitted from Jennifer's helpless face up to behind her. "I think she needs punished for disobeying, right?"

Jennifer felt Jeremy's hands grasping her ass firmly. "I think you're right, Mon."

Jennifer heard him walk away briefly, and Monica locked eyes with her intently, watching as she continued slowly pleasuring herself.

With a loud smack, Jeremy struck Jennifer's ass with his bare hand. She moaned, and he did it again.

"You like that." He said it more as an order than a question. Jennifer could only make little "mmm-mmm" sounds in response.

SMACK

She could feel the warmth growing where he had struck her. She'd have marks for days, she knew.

SMACK

She felt his hands touching her, probing her, testing her wetness.

SMACK

She groaned as he plunged his fingers inside her. She was slippery, and her body accepted Jeremy's fingers hungrily. All the while Monica had her head tilted to the side, trying to see what was happening. Jennifer felt blissful.

CRACK

A new pain hit her. She knew the familiar sting of a flogger. She squirmed... The scaled of pleasure and pain were beginning to tip toward pain.

CRACK

That time didn't hurt quite so much, but she knew she was nearing her limit. What happened next surprised and terrified her: She felt something wet and flexible pressing on her asshole. She screamed again her gag futilely. She wasn't ready to be taken like that.

CRACK

Searing pain. She began to struggle, but her arms were useless, and Jeremy's thighs were inside hers; she was locked in place. She tried to squirm away from the intrusion in her body, but the solid couch left nowhere to go.

CRACK-CRACK-CRACK

Jennifer had tears running down her cheeks. Monica was looking at her with a face that made her scared... Monica was relishing her discomfort. Jennifer could tell her pace had quickened, and she rightly assumed Monica was near orgasm. Jennifer could feel the pressure on her tight hole increasing, but to her relief she recognized the feel of a silicone plug. She had been afraid that Jeremy had started to fuck her anally, but a plug... She could handle a plug. She steadied her hips and relaxed.

CRACK-CRACK-CRACK

More tears, but she could feel the plug taking her deeper, and she felt relieved. She knew what Jeremy wanted, and all she had to do was let him do it and he'd let up, surely. She pushed her hips back slightly, and arched her back. The plug slipped in further and further... It was dripping in lube, but it stretched her tightly. Surely it was almost in...

CRACK

She had never felt anything so tight. She was stretching far beyond anything she had ever tried. The searing pain from Jeremy's strikes helped distract her, but she couldn't help but scream against her gag as the last bit of the plug opened her. She felt a wave of relief as the plug slid into place and the pressure relieved. She felt Jeremy's hands caressing her hot, tender cheeks, but the relief was short-lived. The plug settled into place, and she was shocked at how much it was still stretching her. She squirmed, but there was no relief. She was stuck, and the intense feeling of fullness was inevitable. She moaned.