Chapter 3:First Steps
After tendering her resignation, Jasmine hurried to the shop. It was in an extremely seedy part of Chinatown, which Jasmine would have had no other reason to visit other than the fact that Nicolette had ordered her to. Nicolette had told her to be there by 10, and she was already running late.
"Um.. Hi. I'm here to pick up a package for Jasmine?" she told the young goth-looking girl at the counter, who glared at her before stalking to the back of the shop.
As Jasmine was in a hurry, she proceeded to the next item on her agenda instead of waiting for the girl to return. She was supposed to pick out a number of outfits. In fact, a lot of outfits, as Nicolette had informed her in no uncertain terms that her entire wardrobe was to undergo a change.
Nicolette had of course provided Jasmine with a number of strict guidelines. Broadly, she was only permitted dresses and slingshot-teardrop thongs.
Jasmine searched for dresses first. First of all, the dresses had to have spaghetti straps. Her arms were not to be covered at all times. In addition, the dress could only extend to half an inch ABOVE the curve of her ass. In other words, the "tips" of her ass had to be clearly visible at all times, not to mention when she bent over. Every single dress was not just bodycon but constricting her curvy body. Then, the dress had to be 1 size SMALLER than whatever fitted the above requirements. Of course, this necessitated a number of trips to the changing room, and after a couple of minutes she noticed that the shop assistant had returned to the counter with a sealed cardboard box. Jasmine figured she would deal with it later and picked out 20 dresses that suited Nicolette's demands. She was under no illusions, a low class hooker would have been put to shame by the skimpy clothing.
Then, Jasmine turned her attention to the swimwear section. This was much easier as there was an entire shelf labelled "Slutdrops". The teardrops on the slingshot bikini were barely visible, inch-thick at the widest for the nipples which quickly tapered into nothing, and an inch-and-a-half "pussy-strap" which became a thong too soon, so much so that the end was literally digging into her pussy when she put it on. Nothing was left to imagination, and Jasmine quickly noticed that her pussy was almost completely visible. It made things worse that Nicolette had told her to get an M when an L was the right fit for Jasmine's big tits and curvy ass. Literally, only the width of her slit and her nipples were covered. WHORE, screamed the mirror in the changing room. She picked up a couple of bright red and silvery white ones as ordered.
After making payment at the counter, Jasmine had turned to leave but was promptly stopped by the shop assistant. "Leave your bra and panties here. Nicolette says she knows you would not have obeyed her and you will be punished accordingly." the teenager said.
Horrified, Jasmine frowned and replied, "What do you mean?"
"I really don't have time for games, you stupid woman. I said leave your bra and panties here. Full-stop."
Sighing, Jasmine knew that she had no choice. Yes, Nicolette had told her that the no-underwear rule was in force from last night, but she had had to tender her resignation this morning! She could not imagine visiting her (ex-)office with no underwear on, so she had decided to put on proper undergarments and had hoped that Nicolette would not find out. Clearly, Nicolette knew her better than she thought. She slowly put down the bags and walked to the changing room again.
"No, here. She said here." the young shop assistant continued.
"What the fuck. You little brat.. How dare you!" Jasmine replied, enraged.
And Jasmine received a slap on the face by the teenager who was probably 10 years her junior. "Nicolette said you might need some convincing. So here goes. You do it, don't do it, that's up to you. But if you don't strip naked and hand me your bra and panties HERE, I'll tell Nicolette, like she told me to. And she said you'll be dealt with accordingly. Something about.. homemade porn?" the goth-girl said.
Wordless and defeated, Jasmine stripped in the middle of the seedy shop and handed her bra and panties to the girl. Thankfully, the shop had no visitors at the time. Jasmine figured that covering herself up with her hands would be futile, but quickly reached for her dress. But the girl continued to speak, grinning, "Well, Nicolette said that if you did strip, I was to tell you that you are to leave your dress and shoes here. You can use the red one."
Confused and humiliated, Jasmine did not bother asking what "the red one" meant. But she had no choice but to slowly unwrap the box while the teenager grinned snidely at her big tits and freshly shaved pussy. When she finally managed to get the box unwrapped and opened, she saw that it contained two dresses and two pairs of extremely high heels. The only difference was that one of each was bright red and the other white. She hurriedly slipped on the red spaghetti-strapped dress. Immediately, she noticed that the dress was even more whorish than the dresses that she had picked out herself. The back of the dress was completely bare, aside from the spaghetti straps that extended all the way to the tight piece of cloth covering her ass. It would be obvious that she was not wearing a bra of any kind. In fact, from the back, she looked as though she had on a slingshot bikini above the hip. Furthermore, to suggest that the tight piece of cloth covered her ass was an overstatement. A huge slit right in the middle of the "skirt-portion", combined with the tightness, meant her ass crack was almost visible. Because of how tight the dress was, the flimsy and thin spaghetti straps held the front in place, but it was still stretched taut across her big tits. At least, Jasmine mused, she was reasonably covered in front. She then proceeded to slip on the identically bright red pair of 6-inch high heels, trying to avoid looking at her slutty reflection in the mirror.
Jasmine hurriedly gathered her old clothes and shoes and dumped them on the counter, before hurrying out of the shop. She was still late, she was supposed to have been at the next stop at 12. The shop assistant's loud laughter echoed after her.
She got her nails painted at the next shop; a matching shade of what was called "FUCKME RED" as ordered by Nicolette. It did not escape her attention that Nicolette had chosen a colour for her that was almost identical to the colour of her dress and her heels. Then, she cursed herself for actually appreciating her tormentor's artistic talent. She also purchased the FUCKME RED lipstick, which she hurriedly applied in the car before heading to her next destination.
The next stop was a sex-toy shop. The pimpled teen at the counter almost spilled his coffee, seeing the walking wet dream entering the shop. Jasmine blushed, but walked quickly to the counter.
"I need a.. Uh.. Sybian. And a.. er. Monkey. No, a Monkey-Rocker, I mean." she said, trying to keep her voice low.
"Uh.. Uh.." the teen stammered.
"Please hurry, please.." Jasmine said, frowning. She was supposed to have been home by now.
"Ok, could you fill out your.. Part.. Particulars?" he slipped her a form, all the while not taking her eyes off her voluptuous chest.
Wondering if her nipples could be seen through the thin and taut fabric, Jasmine hurriedly filled in the form. Nicolette had ordered her to ensure that the delivery was made to Jasmine's own home, and she was still lost as to how she would explain the erotic equipment to Owen. She figured that she would cross that bridge when she got there.
"So.. A Sybian and a Monkey-Rocker.. Yeah? Anything else?" the teen seemed to have found his tongue.
"Yes. I need a ROCKHARD PACKAGE." Jasmine said, not even sure what it was, but obeying Nicolette all the same.
The young man's eyes bulged. "Whaaat?" he said.
"I need a ROCKHARD PACKAGE as well." she repeated.
"Oh! Sorry. I thought you were referring to something else.. The Rockhard Package, delivered weekly to the same address as well?" apparently some blood was finally flowing to his brain instead of his clearly stiff erection.
"Er. Yes." Jasmine paused, her curiousity was piqued, "Actually, what is the Rockhard Package?"
"You don't know what the Rockhard Package is, but you're getting it?" he asked, slightly taken aback.
"Uh.. Yeah. It's a dare. So.." Jasmine used the first lame excuse that popped into her mind.
"Oh, well.. the Rockhard Package is our biggest and best collection of porn magazines. So if you sign up for the Rockhard, you immediately get registered with all our partners. And they will send you their magazines every week at a discount! I mean, this dare thing is temporary right? Do you really want to get the Rockhard?" he actually seemed concerned.
"Yes, yes.." Jasmine replied slowly. More to explain to Owen about, but she had no choice after all.
"Alright, you're all set then. The two machines should reach you within the next two days, and the magazines this weekend, and every weekend after."
"Thank you!" Jasmine practically ran out of the shop after making payment.
"I'd.. We'd.. love to see you again.." came the young man's voice.
Jasmine got home at 2. She was an hour late, and the van was already parked outside her house. Parking her car in the driveway, she ran as fast as she could, perched on the slutty high heels, and rapped smartly on the driver's door. The workmen were pissed, complaining that they had had to wait for the big-titted blonde for the past hour. Even her skimpy attire and effusive apologies did not seem to appease them.
"Please, please, just come in and do the job. I know you have to get it done today and we're both on a tight schedule. I'm so sorry you nice men had to wait for me.."
Finally, after much dissing and complaints, the two men in the front got out and opened the back of the van. There were another three Latino-looking men in the back, and they began to gather their equipment. Jasmine honestly had no idea what Nicolette had arranged for them to set up, but she hoped that they would be quick.
She was leading the men to the front door and had just reached into her handbag for her keys when, to her horror, she realized what would happen next. It had only just hit her.
"Erm. Do you nice men mind waiting for a while? There's something I need to do." she said softly.
"WHAT?! We already waited for you for an hour." the leader, Ramirez, frowned at Jasmine who was beginning to bun up her hair.
Blushing profusely, Jasmine swiftly stripped off her skimpy dress and heels. Then, she removed her wedding ring and slid it slowly into her pussy. It took her less than 20 seconds. Then, naked as the day she was born and surrounded by 5 strangers, Jasmine got into her favourite position on the front porch, completely exposed.