Bethanie had been a highly paid accountant, but when she racked up a gambling debt to an unscrupulous friend, the way he had her pay it off changed everything.
It wasn’t much – all she had to do was go to the work Christmas function wearing nothing by high heels and the sheer, slutty dress he provided that left her tits and cunt fully visible.
She may have been a qualified professional, but over the course of that party she saw attitudes towards her suddenly change. Heterosexual women were disgusted. Lesbians and straight men were aroused. No one looked her in the eyes that night – instead their gaze wandered over her exhibited fuckmelons and bare twat.
The next day at work she had a disciplinary meeting with her boss. Her pay was docked, her desk was moved to the position near his office normally reserved for a secretary, and she was told that, as slutty as her behaviour at the party was, it might amuse clients, so her job description would now require her to wear that dress or something similar at all office functions.
Photos of her in the dress began to circulate at the office. She heard rumours they were displayed in the men’s bathroom as masturbatory material. Men stopped addressing her by name and instead called her “sweety” or “honey”.
A week later she was called into her boss’ office again and told there had been complaints about her behaviour. She “dressed inappropriately for her position”. Her panty line was visible, she was told, and it was suggested that maybe she stop wearing panties. She was expected to look good at work, so she could contemplate shorter skirts and lower necklines. The company logo was in pink, so maybe she could wear pink more often?
She started dressing like a bimbo to keep her job, and discovered that once she did, people started treating her like one. She was given less difficult work. Men felt free to casually grope her tits or ass when they passed her.
On her birthday she was told to stay back after work for a party. Only the men and a couple of the gay or bisexual women attended. She was given presents – she blushed as she opened the first one and found a vibrator inside. The next held nipple clamps. The third was a dog collar and leash. She realised she was expected to try these on in front of all her colleagues. She blushed and had tears in her eyes as she stripped naked at her desk and pushed the vibrator into her pussy and hung the painful clamps from her nipples.
After that, it was inevitable. Her boss pushed her down over her desk and everyone took turns fucking her. It was made clear to her that being sexually accessible to the office was part of her core duties now. She reflected back on the first time she had worn that dress, and knew now that acting like a slut, whether willingly or otherwise, was the first step on a path to the inevitability of being used like a slut. She cried as she orgasmed, and harder as she realised she wanted… needed… to orgasm again…
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