Office Punishment/Sign it
From Create Your Own Story
Cheryl bit her lip and stared down at the contract. The text blurred as her eyes filled with tears. This couldn't be happening, if only she'd been more careful, or not stupid in the first place. Her head dropped in defeat as she took the pen and hovered it over the contract. She could barely find the line she had to sign on.
The tip hit the paper, but her hand wouldn't move. Would jail be better than being a whore for people who hated her? Who only wanted to see her pay, who'd humiliate and use her because she'd given them legal permission to treat her like a cheap whore? She'd have no defense, no choice but to take it.
She'd have no criminal record though, if she took the deal, so she'd still have a chance afterwards, a chance she'd never have if she went to jail. Her degree would amount to nothing, and all her experience would be worthless. Everything she'd buried herself in debt for would slip from her hands, and she'd have nothing left.
"I'll sign."
Cheryl scribbled her signature on the contract and thrust it at David, she didn't want to hold it a second longer than she had to.
"Good." David took the contract from her, walked around his desk, and slipped the papers inside a fresh folder. "I'll have several copies made, and everyone in the office will have access to a protected copy on the company network. As good as our lawyers may be, I don't want this agreement to go public, having a whore on payroll is terrible PR."
"Do you have to call me a whore?"
"Yes. It's what you are now, and is how you'll be regarded from now on" He waved her out of his office and said, "Get out of here and go to the bathroom, there's an envelope taped to the last stall's door with your name on it. Do what the note inside says."
"David."
"Mister Doherty."
Cheryl shrunk away from the anger in David's eyes and said, "Mister Doherty... do we have to start right away? I mean, I'm - "
"Not ready? It doesn't matter, Cheryl. You're on company property, during work hours, which means I can tell you to do the work I've contracted you for. Now go."
"Yes, Mister Doherty."
Cheryl hurried out of David's office, her shoulders hunched under the harsh glare of his eyes. How did it all go so wrong?
--
Cheryl clawed at the cold sink as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. A coil of dread lay heavy in her stomach as she crumpled her instructions even harder in her hand. "Your new uniform is in the package in the stall. You are to wear it whenever you are at work." - Mr. Doherty
Cheryl felt sick as she opened the duffel bag she found there. No clothes at all! Just a number of identical pairs of matching lingerie. The bra was a triangle-bikini style, that tied at the back. The panties were a high-cut string thong. And, all of them were a bright red. They were cheap, and easy to take off. Like what a stripper would wear.
For her feet, Several pairs of black, fuck-me pumps. They were dollar store quality, and made from a shiny pleather or something. And a bundle of fishnet stockings. Matching the red of her lingerie.
Just as bad were her "accessories". A box of numerous silver hoop earrings, matching bracelets, and various rings. All 50 cent costume jewelry. (she was of course instructed to wear a good amount) And a cheap, black PVC purse, to hold her condoms make-up. (just like a "pro"!)
Speaking of which, she was instructed to use a generous amount of dark blue eyeshadow, pink rouge, and bright red lipstick that matched her attire. She was quite the "painted lady".
She was worth more than that. Her long brown hair shone a deep chestnut and framed her pale face, highlighting the faded cyan of her eyes. Her full, rosy lips added another soft tone to capture the eye before it wandered down along her slender neck, toward her generous breasts. They were firm and stood proud on her chest, sometimes she thought they looked too big on her slender frame, but she made it work. Her ass was nice and tight, well formed from running the stress out of her body.
Cheryl wanted to bolt and leave this mess behind, but she couldn't, she'd signed her fate, anybody could have a taste now. A blush colored her cheeks in the mirror, just thinking about going out there wearing next to nothing.
"How am I going to do this?"
Does Cheryl?
