Mark, who's an up-and-coming account exec, and his assistant Rob turn the corner. They are both wearing the same sharp kind of suit and the same irreverent smirk.
"Babs, I love your costume," Mark says after glancing at the secretary's exposed ass and destroyed dress. "It really highlights your strengths."
"Mmph!"
Babs is visibly blushing, her head down between her legs and her wrists taped to her ankles.
"What's the occasion, though?" he asks, pinching her firm ass. "Halloween's not for another few months."
"Mmmph!"
"I like what I see, though. We should do lunch. Here's my card," he says, drawing a card from his wallet. His hands explore, but Babs hasn't got any pockets. The hand trails down between her legs. His fingers probe the humiliated 20-year-old girl's pussy, finding it sopping wet, and then spread it to push in his business card.
"Mph!"
"It's a good thing my card's laminated. I have to say your pocket is very wet."
"Mmmph!"
Still invisible, I keep watching the scene. I see Mark's eyes rest on the "SPANK ME!" I wrote on Babs' ass. "Rob, hold our female friend for a moment."
Once Rob takes hold of Babs, bent over and exposed as she is, Mark lifts his hand over his hand and gives the poor girl's ass a wallop, leaving a deep red hand-print over the humiliating writing. His fingers slide down, probing her wet pussy one more time before the two men head off.
"Mmph!"
Babs' face is a deep beet red. She finally manages to spit out the destroyed panties. She spittles, her head still down between her spread legs.
"I need to get out out this tape," I hear her plot. "Once I'm free, whoever's doing this to me will be very, very sorry." |