Moving ever so carefully now, Brenda replaced the camera film with a new one, recording the image of the remaining boxes on the bed. Box “seven” had an envelope taped to the top corner, with “read me first” instructions on it. Brenda opened the envelope reading the phone number written on the paper. The note said to signal the pager, indicating that she would be ready for pickup shortly, before she opened the box.
Brenda dialed the number, punching in the designated code as instructed. She was growing somewhat relieved that this initial ordeal would soon be coming to an end. Still moving with determined effort, Brenda opened the rather large box marked “seven.” In the box were two compartments, each containing items of clothing. Lying across the compartments were her instructions. “You are about to spend a wonderful day with me and my friends. You are a wonderful woman to endure what you have for your husband. However, we both have found out there is a side of you which has been untapped and is dying for release. It’s like an ancient excavation, full of wonders, waiting to be discovered. In this box are two outfits. One is a beautiful evening gown, and the other a sleazy outfit. If you want to be treated like a real lady should be treated, wear the gown. However, if you want the fun and excitement that could go along with the provocative outfit, wear that one. In either case, you need to make your decision, finish your tasks, and be waiting for the driver in your open doorway. If the driver arrives and you are not in the doorway, you will be escorted from the house wearing nothing but what you have on now.”
Just like the box stated, Brenda pulled an exquisite black, sequined gown from the box. She held it up to inspect it. It would fit her perfectly. It had a deep plunging neckline that would accentuate her currently uplifted breasts. The floor-length dress had a diamond cutout, matching her panties, in the front and the back. The cutout was lined with sequins and glitter, designed to expose her taut belly and invite teasing access to her tits. The back cutout was designed to expose the smooth back and tease a viewer from behind into staring at her ass.
Brenda laid the gown on the bed to inspect the trampy outfit. Sure enough, there was a sheer white, see-through blouse and a black latex mini skirt in the box. She knew how she would look in that outfit as she laid it on the bed.
It was time for the big decision, which outfit should she wear? She knew which one she “should” wear, but once again, her body fought with her brain. She had been looking forward to this point, and all the lead-up that had been going on was making her feel like a slut. She had made up her mind yesterday to be a slut. She had been behaving like a slut all morning. Her pussy was leaking like a slut. She had the chance to change it all. All she had to do was put on the gown.
Mitch had always treated her like a lady, now it was time for something different. She was sex; she radiated it; the letter was right; it was time to explore her boundaries. She grabbed the blouse slinging it onto her arms. She buttoned the blouse. There were only three buttons on the blouse, coming to just below her heaving tits, leaving the swells of creamy flesh exposed. The blouse, which seemed a size too small, did nothing to hide the black bra, nor her jutting nipples. The blouse did, however, rub against her nipples with a differing sensation, causing Brenda’s body to shiver once again.
Sitting on the bed, Brenda managed, ever so carefully, to slip into the tight, stretching latex skirt. She winced as the eggs moved and clanged, sending juicy tremors through her body once again. Standing, Brenda pulled the skirt up so that the bottom hem hugged just a millimeter below the round of her ass. The problem was that the top didn’t come over her hips, leaving the waistband of her thong exposed. “Definitely slutty,” Brenda said, leaving the waist band exposed over her high rounded hips.
There were two more boxes left on the bed. Brenda knew she had to hurry if she were to make it to the doorway before the driver. Onto box number “eight.”
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