Jasmine\'s secret

Jasmine’s Secret 4

It was the day that Alice’s company was due to shift over to the new office building. Jasmine woke up at 4 as usual. She had not been allowed to sleep in the house anymore, Owen frequently had friends over and she served them subserviently, completely naked of course, but in the night she had to huddle up on the moist grass to sleep. It was especially hard with her bells getting icy cold in the night, causing her nipples and clit to stiffen up as well. The sprinklers had been timed to spray her viciously at 4 every single morning. Just barely 6 months ago, she had been one of the best young lawyers in the city. Now, she was almost always naked and slave to her former boyfriend, and her hated neighbour. Jasmine quietly moved around the house that she had used to call home, noting the new pair of shoes at the doorway indicating that yet a different girl had stayed the night. Owen never introduced her as his ex, just “my slave”, and his friends loved it. Those who had actually knew her before never failed to have a go or two at her pussy when they were over. The girls were, ironically, worse, as they always called her hurtful names and chastised her for being a complete whore. Deep down, Jasmine still had some semblance of pride left.

It always gave her a wave of indignation to be creeping around in the morning, packing up the mess if any, and forcing herself to make little noise. It had used to be HER house! Now, she was little more than a maid there, having to clean up after others and worse still, having to be naked all the time and free for the taking. Owen had got over her quicker than she had expected, and it always made her tear up to think that he treated her just like a domestic pet. In fact, it had been his idea to tattoo “SLUT” in bold black on her bare mons, just above her slit. It said a lot that Jasmine actually missed her microdresses. Alice had decided that she would no longer need them at all, and they had all been locked away. When she was in public, she was only allowed the skimpy one piece teardrop thong. So, she wore one to and from work everyday, and it did not even cover the words at all. Jasmine had fallen to the extent that she was resigned to hoping that there was some goodness in the public eye not to drag her to a corner and rape her when she was travelling. So far, she had been lucky.

She did her exercises that morning under the cold sprinklers because she was worried that she would wake Owen and whoever was in her house. She never had a reason to be under such cold water before, and felt for some reason even more naked, with every splash on her bare body.

Jasmine reached the office the first, as she had for the past few days. She had been delegated the receptionist job. Every morning after she was done with her cleaning, she had to be kneeling in her waiting position just in front of the receptionist’s desk. That particular morning, however, for some reason, all the employees were late. The third party movers who had been called in for the day to assist were thus greeted with the beautiful sight of Jasmine, kneeling with her legs spread wide exposing the inner lips of her shaved pussy, and her arms wrapped behind her head thrusting out her enormous boobs. Jasmine was stunned and she did not know what to do, and the first thought that hit her was..

Alice was pleased and so were the Mexicans she had called in to help with the shifting. “She used to be a lawyer you know? But she found her true calling as a slut. Its no wonder she knew how to service you guys well while you all were waiting.” Jasmine was immensely embarrassed. Alice was right, for all her work as a normal person in the past, she had only thought of fucking the 3 men to keep them entertained just now. And fuck them she had. The men had been pleased, and with the promise of another fuck when they were done packing, they got about their work. Of course, the employees took great pleasure in getting Jasmine to lift the heaviest of loads that many of the men would have no problem lifting for themselves. Jasmine, with her boobs squashed between the boxes and her legs trembling, still could not believe how far she had fallen. At best, she was just a form of amusement for the bored. The constant tinkling of the bells attached to her clit always made her remember the shameful word forever emblazoned on her once-private area.

When the shifting was done, and all the boxes packed into the truck downstairs, Alice casually told her to fuck the men. Jasmine felt another pang of embarrassment. She had fucked customers, employees, drunken friends in the past few months, but she still felt an extra sense of dirtiness at being simply directed to offer her body to a few uneducated men. Alice sensed this, and gave her a slap directly on her uncovered pussy. “Slut, it says here. You are a slut. That means you fuck anything when anyone tells you to do so. Now go and make those men happy.” Jasmine had no choice of course, and she went into the meeting room for the last time, using her sultry look and a fuck-me-hard walk that she was now so used to. Her body was used again and again, bringing the feeling of worthlessness back to her with every pound and every ride.

A FEW MONTHS LATER..

Jasmine had found work again shortly after Owen had finally kicked her out of the house. Occasionally, he and Alice would call her to make use of her “talents”. The only difference was that she no longer had a place to live and she had resorted to renting a tiny apartment in the seediest location in town. Alice had arranged work for her though, and she was only allowed to work at those places when Alice did not need her servicing any customers. With the expansion of Alice’s company, there were plenty of occasions when rich tourists wanted a taste of the local cuisine, so to speak. Jasmine would thus be be summoned to wherever they were staying like a common slut, and give them a good fuck.

On days when she was free, she worked at a strip club. It was no ordinary strip club however. The girls were to be totally naked from the beginning already. The stripping was done at the doors. The girls would still perform on the stage now and then, but instead of taking of clothes that were not there, they would frequently be using various different fucking machines on themselves. Jasmine did not admit it, but the fucking machines were good, and she had not faked an orgasm so far. The bad part was that her pussy would feel like it had been pummeled by ten cocks the previous night.

She still had to go for her usual sessions at the salon, and she was a hot favourite for her girly hairless look. One day, her boss had told her that a group of customers had asked for her personally for a dance. Like a prostitute would, Jasmine piped up. Personal dances were not easy to come by, true, she was more popular than the rest, but it was not every night that she would get the chance to draw so much earnings. She was already behind on her rent. Jasmine knew the drill well, she got into the small room nearby, lay on the table spread eagle, and started working her fingers on her shaved pussy with her eyes shut. She heard people coming in but she was not allowed to open her eyes until she was ordered to. After a full 5 minutes of tinkling with her clit bell, she was told to open her eyes and kneel.

Jasmine did not get a good look around the room, knowing her eyes were not allowed to excessively roam. She got on her knees, arched her back thrusting out her tits, spread her legs and then used her fingers to further spread the lips of her shaved pussy. “Jasmine, Jasmine, Jasmine..” came a voice, and she looked up startled. She went by the stage name Jizzmine, and she thought she had heard wrongly. But she had not. A few of her former classmates from law school, an even mix of men and women, were there. And it showed on their faces that they recognized her as much as she recognized them. “Now, whatever are we going to do with this situation?” came Tony’s voice.