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Uncharacteristically nervous and unsure what to expect, Olivia arrived punctually on a Saturday afternoon at the address she had been given. She found the front door to one of the university's many old buildings unlocked, and followed the directions down dusty corridors and up creaking staircases until she reached a heavy wooden door with embossed lettering declaring it to be the meeting room of the Etiquette and Advancement Society. It was one of the prestigious university's many mysteries, subject to endless whispered rumours and salacious gossip over the years. Olivia knew the basics of course: that it was an extremely exclusive invitation-only society, and that the membership was supposedly made up of students who were chosen from the daughters of the peerage and from the wealthiest families in Britain. No one seemed to know who was actually a member, but a handwritten card had arrived at her flat the previous day, inviting her to this room to discuss potential membership. Strangely, there was a very specific dress code noted on the card in addition - she was directed to wear high heels, a knee length coat and no jewellery.

Olivia paused for a moment to brush a speck of dust from the lapel of the tan designer trenchcoat that she was wearing over a smart dress, flicked her honey blonde hair away from her face with a toss of her head, raised her chin with the customary arrogant poise that her station as a daughter of one of Britain's wealthiest and influential men accustomed her to, and pushed open the door. She walked confidently into the room, her heels clicking on the gleaming wooden floor, taking in the well-maintained Victorian decor and furnishings of what appeared to be a luxurious library, well supplied with comfortable armchairs and desks for both relaxation and study. Waiting for her in the library were two other students whom she recognised immediately, and who were certainly the type of people that Olivia would have suspected to be members of the Society.

Charlotte Westwicke-Brougham, heiress to the vast Westwicke-Brougham publishing empire and named as the influential London Society magazine's Most Eligible Debutante last year, was leaning back in one of the chairs, her legs crossed elegantly. Olivia knew Charlie, as she liked to be called, although their friendship was occasionally frosty due to an interminable family rivalry that dated back generations and was mostly the concern of irascible grandparents and lawyers. Charlie's striking features, perfect bronze tan, her sharp cheekbones, jet black hair, dark brown eyes and athletic body were the envy of almost every woman on campus and she had an intense charisma born of beauty, privilege and utter confidence that was almost magnetic. As usual, she was wearing something simple, yet just as expensive as anything Olivia owned. Charlie wore a plain mid-thigh length pleated black leather skirt with a thick and gleaming silver zip to catch the eye, undoubtedly handmade and probably one of a kind, paired with a crisp white collared blouse, understated but perfectly tailored. Dark tights, with a barely noticeable steel-grey monogram from the designer stitched into them at the ankle, sheathed her long legs. To Olivia's slight amusement, she noticed that Charlie's shoes were identical to her own, a classic leather court shoe with a four inch heel (which matched their four digit price tag, not that the cost was a problem for either of them)

"How lovely to see you, Olivia," Charlie said with an appraising look at her. "You know Lady Arabella, of course."

In a chair near Charlie's, Lady Arabella Hanforth was sitting sideways, her legs hooked over one arm of the vintage furniture, and she smiled at Arabella, albeit without much warmth. Arabella was the daughter of an Earl, and was a frequent subject of society gossip columns - most often for her short temper with anyone lower in the social order. It was a rare week when she wasn't photographed screaming at a restaurant manager, abusing a sobbing waitress or storming out of a designer store after knocking over a display deliberately. She didn't have the sharp intelligence or charismatic presence that Charlie did, but there was an almost unnatural perfection to her classical beauty. Wide green eyes, cascades of red curly hair and heart-stopping curves had led to at least three of the UK's most eligible young bachelors proposing to her over the last year, not that anyone ever lasted more than a month in a relationship with her. She could be challenging as a friend, but Olivia had grown used to Arabella's rapidly changing moods in the time they had known each other.

While Arabella's family wasn't actually quite as fabulously wealthy as Charlie's or Olivia's, their title gave them a social cachet and connections that even money couldn't buy. In contrast to Charlie's studied simplicity, Arabella was wearing ostentatiously expensive faux-casual clothes. Her designer trainers were platform-soled with a riot of eye-catching colours meant to mimic urban graffiti, and the leggings she wore were branded with the repeating silver logo of one of London's hottest young designers. These were paired with an oversized t-shirt, a fashion house logo picked out in iridescent sequins, worn off the shoulder to expose her freckled porcelain skin. A biker jacket that would never be worn on an actual motorbike was draped over the back of the chair, semi-precious stones studded across the sleeves and upper back.

"I do," Olivia said, giving a nod to Arabella. "I'm quite intrigued by the invitation. No one knows what the Etiquette and Advancement Society does, no one knows who runs it. It's a wonderful mystery, really. I'm honoured to be invited, of course."

"Charlie runs it," Arabella said with a smirk. "She's been the Chairwoman for a year. I'm her deputy. Everything else, you find out after induction, if you agree to it."

"As Arabella said," Charlie noted, standing up from her chair and coming to stand in front of Olivia, "It's my society." She glanced at Arabella and corrected herself, "Our society." She started to walk around Olivia slowly, but Olivia didn't turn her head to follow her, and instead gave Arabella a cool gaze, trying to gauge her mood. "The Etiquette and Advancement Society is a deliberate mystery. We choose who to invite, and who not to invite. Those whom we invite must complete a very strict induction. We do not want the wrong sort of people. We don't yet know what sort of person you are."

"Tell me about the induction," Olivia said as Charlie paused in front of her. She could smell Charlie's perfume, the subtly floral notes and underlying golden warmth of it. It was an interesting scent for someone like Charlie, less overt than might be expected, and undoubtedly was custom blended just for her. "What does it involve, what must I do?"

"You find out about the induction once you agree to it," Charlie replied, and shrugged at Olivia's raised eyebrows. "We are not the kind of Society that shares our secrets with everyone. We base our Society on obedience, and on only including the right sort of people. If you are the right sort of person, then you'll agree to the induction." Charlie paused for a second, then glanced at Arabella who continued on her behalf.

"All we can tell you that the induction is intended to test your resolve, your confidence. We will ensure that you are the right sort of person for the Society." Arabella had clearly practised this speech, and had a slightly bored tone, wriggling in the chair and kicking her feet as she spoke. "By agreeing to the induction, you consent to obeying the two of us for the duration, and to letting us document your induction as we please."

Charlie reached out and put a cool finger against Olivia's chin, looking into her eyes. "Olivia, do you agree to be inducted into the Etiquette and Advancement Society? Are you the right sort of person for us, or would you prefer to leave?"

Olivia was taken aback at being spoken to in this rather patronising and superior manner, even by people like Charlie and Arabella whom she knew well. She presumed the way they were speaking to her was just a part of the society ritual, so she matched it with a glacial response. "You are well aware that I'm the right sort of person for the Society," Olivia said with perfect cut glass diction, the product of her upbringing and education. "I agree to be inducted. Now, what do we do next?"

Arabella swung her legs from the arm of the chair, coming to her feet with a smooth dancer's grace. She grinned, and picked up a tote bag that had previously been tucked beside the chair, swinging it from her left hand. "You're just like us, aren't you Olivia?" She came to stand beside Charlie, shifting her weight from foot to foot slightly as she spoke, her eyes bright with some private excitement. "The best of everything, private education at the best schools, showered in luxuries. A perfect spoiled upper class brat, that's what they say."

"I believe that while you might be generally referred to as a spoiled upper class brat by the tabloids," Olivia countered archly with a slight smile and turning her gaze from Charlie to Arabella, "Those muck-raking journalists tend to call me a 'icy beauty and banking family scion', if I remember rightly. Not that I read their worthless gossip columns myself, of course."

To Olivia's complete surprise, Arabella abruptly slapped her hard across the face, the crack of her palm against Olivia's left cheek loud in the wood-panelled room.

"You bitch!" Olivia spat the words coldly, clutching her face and shaking with the sudden shock of it. "How dare you do that! I'm not someone you can treat that way! Do you know what my father will-"
"We all know who your father is and what he can do," Charlie interrupted. "How could we forget, given how often you remind everyone? Stop talking, and listen. You consented to obeying us, did you not?"
Olivia nodded, a slow chill of unease running through her as she pressed her hand to her aching cheek.
"The papers might call me a spoiled brat," Arabella said, grinning widely now as she continued. "But you will address me Lady Arabella. You will call her Miss Charlie. You can also say, 'Yes my Lady' or 'Yes Miss'. During your induction, we are not your equals or your friends. For the duration of your induction, you will obey us as agreed. If I want to slap you, I will slap you. If I want to call you a slut, which I do, then that's what I shall call you. Now, my little slut, tell me how you will address us!"
Olivia lowered her hand from her face, knowing there was likely a red hand print standing out against her pale skin. She looked from Arabella to Charlie, and saw no sympathy there, or any sign that this was a joke. "I will address you as Lady Arabella, and as Miss Charlie."
"Slut, do you understand that we are serious? Your complete obedience is required." Charlie was unsmiling, speaking in a hard, serious voice, making sure that Olivia had no opportunity to misunderstand. "Disobedience during the induction will not be tolerated, clear?"
"I understand, Miss Charlie." Olivia was suddenly very nervous, unsure what she had got herself into. If the Society had some unpleasant hazing ritual, surely she would have heard something about it, a rumour at least. And she thought she knew both Charlie and Arabella well, had partied with them on many occasions - surely they couldn't intend for any harm to come to her, or even for a repeat of the shocking slap?

Charlie nodded, then turned to Arabella briefly. "I think we can continue with her."
With a sly smile, Arabella tapped her fingers against Olivia's leather shoulder bag, ran her fingers lightly down the front of Olivia's trenchcoat, then carefully undid each button of the coat while Olivia stood still, uncertain if she should move to help. Parting the front of the coat, Arabella looked thoughtfully at the patterned A-line dress Olivia wore beneath.
"Is this dress from the S/S 22 collection? I think I have one of the skirts."
"Yes my Lady." Olivia nodded, knowing Arabella would have recognised the distinctive pattern.
"Did the invitation say you should wear a dress?"
Olivia felt herself go pale, not believing they could have expected her to arrive here without anything under her coat. "Lady Arabella, I didn't think-"
Arabella leaned forwards, her face an inch from Olivia's. "Do you need everything spelled out, you stupid slut? The dress code said high heels. It said a knee length coat. It said no jewellery. It didn't say to bring a bag, wear a dress, or whatever else you might have on under there. Do you think that is clear?"
"Yes my Lady," whimpered Olivia, even though it hadn't been at all clear and still wasn't believable. "I'm sorry I misunderstood."

With a sigh, Arabella stepped away from Olivia, turning her back as if in disgust. "You didn't misunderstand. If it was clear, then you disobeyed. Those are very different things. But this is your first little lapse, so I'll be lenient for now." She turned back, her piercing green-eyed gaze looking Olivia up and down. "Anyway, you appear to still be in breach of the dress code, slut. Do you think you should do something about that?"

Barely able to believe what she was expected to do, Olivia carefully placed her bag on the floor, then pulled off her coat with trembling hands, dropping it to the floor next to her bag in haste. Conscious that both women were watching her closely, she flushed red with shame as she unzipped the dress and pulled it over her head, letting it fall to lie next to the trenchcoat. Beneath, she was wearing a delicate pale grey satin bra and matching briefs, and she saw no respite in Arabella or Charlie's faces that suggested she could stop. Whimpering softly, Olivia unhooked her bra and took it off, revealing her breasts. Even more reluctantly, she slid her briefs down over her hips then let them drop with a rustle to the floor, stepping out of them so that she stood just in her heels, trying to bolster her usual confidence, but the absolute lack of any empathy from Charlie or Arabella was strangely terrifying.

When she reached down to pick her coat back up, since that had been part of the dress code, Charlie reached out and took hold of Olivia's wrist firmly. "Stop there," Charlie ordered. "Stand up straight, leave the coat for now."
Olivia straightened her back, very aware that every inch of her body was on display. She had always been careful in the past, had never taken nude photos for boyfriends even when they asked, and did not feel remotely comfortable being displayed this way.
"You need to be obedient, slut." Charlie's tone was cold, and to Olivia's horror, before she continued Charlie reached out and squeezed Olivia's left breast firmly, briefly ran her index finger around the nipple in a light, teasing circle and then cupped Olivia's small breast in her hand. "You'll be obedient, won't you?"
"Yes Miss Charlie," Olivia whispered, glancing down at Charlie's hand on her breast then closing her eyes as if to try and block out the shame.
"And such a pretty little bitch!" Charlie ran her hand up and across Olivia's shoulder, then slowly trailed her fingertips across Olivia's throat lightly. "Your skin is wonderful too."
Olivia started to stammer her thanks at the compliment, but was interrupted by Arabella groaning. "I don't care, Charlie. I'm not interested in how she looks now, let's get this started properly." Olivia was confused by what Arabella could mean, but clearly it made sense to Charlie who gave Arabella a curt nod. "Oh thank goodness," Arabella said happily, "I am so looking forward to this!"

Reaching into the tote bag, Arabella pulled out what looked like a bottle of fake tan followed by an applicator mitt. "I should probably explain, slut," she said cheerfully. "I told the cleaner who does my apartment to go to a discount store at a nasty little retail park and get the absolute cheapest fake tan that she could find. That's what I've got here, and that's what you are going to have on very shortly."

Nude, confused and unsure what she could or couldn't do, Olivia stared at the bottle of fake tan, without even a brand name visible anywhere. "Lady Arabella, Miss Charlie," she began hesitantly, "please - can you tell me what you're doing? I don't understand! I know this is an induction, but cheap fake tan? What on earth are you doing? Please, I just want to know, I'm sorry if I'm not meant to ask!"

Charlie and Arabella shared a look with each other, then Charlie seemed to make a decision, tapping the toe of one shoe against the floor thoughtfully. "Are you now happy to agree that you're a spoiled upper class brat?"
"Yes Miss," Olivia hastily replied, then gave a gasp as Charlie stepped close and ran her fingers across her hip.
"Good." Charlie let her fingers run across Olivia's thigh, straying towards the neatly trimmed strip of Olivia's pubic hair before lifting her hand away even as Olivia shivered with nervous fear. "The Society only accepts members who can be trusted, completely. So we need members who will obey, completely. We are going to break you down and turn you into a slut. A cheap slut. The kind of slutty trash that people point at in the street. The kind of person who everyone looks at and immediately knows that's what they are. We want you to know that we did that to you, and could do it again. Once you understand what that kind of obedience means, then we can trust you. But if we find you can't be completely obedient, then you're worthless to us."

Charlie reached around behind Olivia, and gave her bottom a firm smack that echoed in the library, making her yelp in response. "How do you address us?"
"As Miss Charlie and Lady Arabella!"
"What should you look like?"
"I should-" Olivia hesitated, giving a short squeal when her bottom was smacked again, then spoke more confidently although with shame coursing through her. "I should look like a cheap slut!"

Smirking once again, Charlie stepped away, letting Arabella take her place in front of Olivia. Arabella stood very close, her green eyes gazing into Olivia's, but with no warmth at all.
"Are you ready?" Arabella's question was directed to Charlie, and to Olivia's horror she saw that Charlie was taking out her phone, clearly intended to record what was happening.
"Oh my god you can't!" Olivia blurted out her protests, her already cold skin coming out in goosebumps with her sheer terror at the prospect of pictures or video being captured. "Please! You can't!"
"You agreed that we could document your induction, you dumb slut," Arabella said in a bored voice, with a roll of her eyes. "The more you whine, the longer you'll stand here naked. Now, legs apart a little please and arms out from your sides." With deliberately teasing slowness, Arabella pushed one foot between Olivia's high heels, tapping her trainer against each of Olivia's heels until Olivia grudging shifted position to stand with her legs parted, nude other than the court shoes. She raised her arms, trying to ignore the phone that Charlie was holding up, realising with rising horror that Charlie must be intending on videoing the entire thing.

Under the cold eye of Charlie's phone camera, Olivia tried to stand perfectly still and remain expressionless, so as not to give the other two any satisfaction at her discomfort, as Arabella began the application of the fake tan. Without any regard for consistency and with little care, Arabella was smearing tan over Olivia's body and limbs in rough strokes of the applicator mitt, ignoring the soft noises of shame that Olivia made as her breasts were streaked with the brown cream. Olivia glanced down at her body, and realised that Arabella must be doing it badly on purpose, leaving visible streaks even before it dried, missing small patches that even the most inept young woman trying to self-tan would have noticed.

"God, that is terrible," laughed Charlie as she filmed it. "Imagine how embarrassed someone would be if they had fake tan as bad as this."
"It is," Arabella agreed, roughly smoothing tan across Olivia's shoulders and neck, talking about her as if she wasn't even here. "Not like your perfect bronze tan, Charlie. I don't think I'd want to be seen with someone who had a messy fake bake like this. It just screams slut, doesn't it?" She finished the application and tossed the mitt aside, stepping back to admire her deliberately poor work. "Well, it'll take twenty minutes or so to dry, so I think you can just stand there quietly."

Olivia glared in response, but was relieved to see Charlie putting the phone away. Glancing at her arms and legs, Olivia could see clear streaks in the slowly-drying fake tan, and knew it would look even worse at her neck, her face left untouched. This amateurish effort looked ridiculous, and she dreaded to think what would happen to her once it was dry. The next twenty minutes were a further humiliation heaped onto her, but Olivia was determined not to break and turn into some pathetic sobbing wreck in front of the other two. Standing nude, not moving a muscle, she watched with a strange detachment as both Arabella and Charlie idly checked their phones, chatted to each other and did everything possible to ignore that one of their friends was standing naked and humiliated in front of them.

After endless minutes of standing in silence, Olivia was almost relieved when the pair came over to check on her. Arabella ran a finger across Olivia's arm, and was clearly pleased to find the tan had dried. "Do you know what day it is, slut?"
Blinking at the strange question, Olivia nodded. "It's Saturday, Lady Arabella."
"It is," Arabella agreed, "And you can't really have a fun Saturday night without a new outfit, and a hot new look to go with it. So I think it's time we all went shopping! Pick up your coat and put it on, leave everything else here."

Olivia wasn't a prude, and had certainly played sexy games with a boyfriend before where she wore a long coat with just lingerie beneath, but this went far beyond that. Seeing the look of hesitation on Olivia's face, Arabella shook her head disappointedly. "I thought we made very clear what was expected of you. Either you pick up your coat right now, or we drag you out of here naked."

Picking the best of two bad options, Olivia hurriedly picked up her coat, glad it was knee length, pulling it on and buttoning it to the neck. It felt strange, wearing a coat with nothing beneath, and the silk lining brushed almost pleasurably against her bare skin. The streaky fake tan was visible on her exposed calves and ankles, as well as at her neck, and she could smell the slightly sweet chemical tang of it, but hopefully no one would notice, wherever it was they were going.

While Arabella shrugged on her leather jacket, Charlie slid into a smart tweed blazer, elegantly understated as always, then both women hooked their arms around Olivia's, leading her out of the building as if they were all just friends out for a nice walk. Olivia gave a longing glance over her shoulder at the small pile of clothes and her bag, knowing that her purse and phone were left behind, along with her underwear and whatever dignity she had once had.

"We've got a whole afternoon planned," Charlie said, as they led Olivia out of the building and down to the car park, "I do hope you appreciate how much effort we're going to for you, this isn't just some spur of the moment game."
"What if I hadn't agreed?" Olivia's head was spinning, and she felt a hot secret thrill run through her once they were outside, because no one other than the women on either side of her had any way to know that she was naked but for her coat and heels, a darkly pleasurable feeling.
"We knew you'd agree," Arabella replied smugly, "You want this just as much as we do, and we know someone of your breeding wouldn't back down. Which, of course, will make this all the more fun for us! Perhaps not for you though."

Charlie's car was waiting, a big 4x4 that would be suited to off-road activities out in the country if it wasn't so gleaming and spotless. Pushed roughly into the back, Olivia buckled her seatbelt and sat in nervous silence as Charlie drove. They passed upmarket designer stores where the staff knew Olivia and Charlie, and where Arabella was both notorious and feared, but they didn't stop. It was only when they came to a busy central shopping street that Charlie started looking for somewhere to park, eventually just driving up onto the pavement and ignoring some shocked looks from pedestrians who ducked back out of the way. Parking tickets didn't mean much to the three girls, given their family wealth, and soon Olivia was dragged from the car, an arm around each of her elbows, caught between Arabella and Charlie as they strode towards the shops.

"We'll start here," Charlie said, pointing towards a department store notorious for its ultra cheap low quality fast fashion clothes. "I think we'll get something nice here."
"I've never shopped there in my life!" Olivia was appalled, her shoes cost more than probably an entire floor's worth of clothes from the store, "You want me to dress in something from there?"
"We don't WANT you to," Arabella said coldly, "You ARE going to."

The store was busy, packed with families looking to find something for their bored children, and groups of young women laughing and giggling as they looked through the latest fashions. Olivia, Charlie and Arabella were visibly out of place, drawing some strange glances from people wondering why such openly posh women were slumming it in a store like this. The two bossy women led Olivia first to the lingerie section, not letting her choose but instead picking out a skimpy black lace thong.
"Oh this is nice, and only £3!" Charlie grinned, well aware that Olivia's normal underwear would cost a hundred times that. "I think it'll look so good on you, slut." She pushed the scratchy artificial lace into Olivia's hand, forcing her fingers closed around it. "Now come on!"

They led Olivia to the dresses next, the three standing arm in arm in front of rack after rack of ultra-cheap party dresses, all in artificial fabrics, none costing more than twenty pounds and most veering towards the at best bodycon and at worst barely-there. Olivia did, of course, dress up for nights out, but while she enjoyed the sexy glamourous feel of wearing a nice dress, she had never been one for buttock-skimming tight dresses with plunging necklines. That seemed to largely be what was on sale at the moment however, and she winced while Arabella and Charlie pawed through the racks, marvelling audibly at just how slutty the dresses would make Olivia look.

Arabella held up a succession of dresses against Olivia, some in glossy metallics, others sparkling with glitter, and some in ultra-thin sheer materials that would have hidden absolutely nothing and revealed more than Olivia would ever want to show. Charlie shook her head over and over, never seeming quite happy until Arabella held up a hot pink dress which appeared ridiculously short and terrifyingly skimpy, even when just held up on a clothes hanger.
"That's the one!" Charlie looked Olivia up and down. "What size are you?"
"Twelve," Olivia replied, "But I-"
"Get a size ten," Charlie ordered, and Arabella searched until she found one, giving Olivia a wicked smile.
"Please Miss Charlie," hissed Olivia, trying not to be overheard, "Really, I can't wear a size ten. I'll be bursting out of it, can I simply just-"

Meeting Olivia's pleading gaze, Charlie calmly reached out and took hold of the top button of Olivia's trenchcoat, just below her neck. "No, you simply can't." Charlie twisted her fingers, yanking at the button until the threads holding it tore and it came loose. Charlie tossed the button to the floor, ignoring the surprised glance from a nearby shopper. "Object again, and you lose another button. I wonder how many it'll take before everyone sees what's under that coat? Now, let's go pay for these. And just think, a whole party outfit for less than twenty pounds - that's quite the bargain!"

Ignoring Olivia's whimpering, Charlie and Arabella took her to the checkouts and paid for the dress, Arabella loudly commenting that it would be the cheapest thing Olivia had ever worn and provoking a few angry whispers from people nearby, clearly outraged at the brazen arrogance of the women.

A shoe shop was next, just a little down the street, and the blaring dance music that was audible as they approached together with the deeply discounted prices of ultra high heels in the window gave Olivia a sinking feeling. There weren't any shoes with less than a four inch heel in the store, but Charlie steered Olivia to the corner of the store with the highest platform heels.
"Any well-bred girl knows that it's essential to wear shoes that complement her outfit," Charlie said, looking over the display. "Lady Arabella, what would you suggest for the slut?"
"Well the dress for tonight is a lovely pink," Arabella replied, exaggerating her already very pronounced diction, "But one feels that pink shoes are perhaps a little dull, even pedestrian. A little last year. Our little bitch here needs to wear something that suggests she's a complete slut, so perhaps some nice eye-catching platforms? In fact, these ones?" Arabella tapped one perfectly manicured nail against a pair in the centre of the display, which Olivia had been hoping desperately were not the ones she would end up in.

They were cheap-looking glossy lime green plastic peep toe shoes, with six inch heels that would leave her foot painfully arched, a thick platform so that she would teeter even higher and wide ribbons attached that would tie around her calves. They were hideous, in Olivia's opinion, and she wasn't sure she'd even be able to walk in them.

"Perfect, Lady Arabella. You are, as always, a paragon of taste." Charlie grinned, taking the shoes to the counter to pay.

When they had paid, Charlie and Arabella led Olivia out of the store, but instead of heading to a different shop or the car, they led Olivia into an alley that ran down beside the shop, leading off to another street. Glancing both ways to check no one was around, Charlie pulled out her phone. "Open your coat, slut."
"Here?" Olivia gasped, as even without anyone nearby right now, someone could turn into the alley at any moment. "Right now?"
When Charlie, instead of responding, reached out as if to tear off another button, Olivia hurriedly complied, unbuttoning the coat with trembling fingers and closing her eyes with shame as she opened it a little, showing off her naked body and the streaky fake tan. "Open it wider," Charlie ordered. "Now."

Olivia pulled the coat wide open, nervously darting her eyes left and right, pathetically grateful no one else was in the alley. She gratefully pulled her coat closed, re-buttoning it as far as possible once Charlie lowered her phone.

"You know I've been friends with Jasper for years," Charlie said casually, watching as Olivia's face fell at the mention of her current boyfriend. "We still play mixed doubles together, although he really isn't very good. He talks about you a lot, more than I really want to listen to if I'm honest." Olivia shook her head but didn't dare speak, not wanting her boyfriend to be brought into this humiliation. "I was quite surprised when you two got together, because while he is wonderful, you're not quite the type I've seen him get hot for previously."

Charlie started to write a message on her phone, glancing back up at Olivia as she did so. "But I guess it's one of those things, he liked to fuck cheap sluts, but I guess you're not going to have a relationship with one if you're a man like him. His father would cut him off, for a start. But I think he'd still like to see you like this." Charlie showed her phone screen to Olivia, who was horrified to see a message saying 'Do you like her tan?' with one of the photos of Olivia holding the coat open. The photo was cropped at the neck, but Jasper had seen her nude enough times that he would recognise her body, from the curves of her breasts, to the mole on her hip, although the terrible tan may confuse him.
"Please Miss Charlie, I am begging you not to send that!" Olivia was panicking, wanting to reach out and grab the phone from Charlie's hands, but not quite daring to. "Please, he's my boyfriend, you can't send that to him!"
"Arabella." Charlie's tone was a command in itself, and Arabella nodded, taking a firm hold of Olivia's upper arm, then yanking three buttons from the coat in quick succession.

Olivia gave an outraged squeal, stumbling back and pulling the coat closed as it slipped open a little, exposing her cleavage.

"You are forbidden from touching your coat like that." Arabella gave the order firmly, allowing for no disagreement, "I don't care how uncomfortable it makes you feel. A slut like you should enjoy it. Hands by your sides, now."

Reluctantly, Olivia lowered her hands, the coat naturally falling open slightly. The buttons that had been torn off ran down to just below her breasts, and the slightest movement or breeze risked exposing the swell of her breasts almost to the nipples to anyone passing. There were only four buttons remaining, and if those were gone then she wouldn't be able to hide her nudity at all.

With a flourish, Charlie sent the message that she had shown Olivia. "And it's on its way." She smiled wickedly. "You know what? I think he'll like it! Thank me for sending something nice to your boyfriend, slut."
"Thank you Miss Charlie," Olivia muttered grudgingly.

They returned to Charlie's car, after a short wait while Lady Arabella disappeared around a corner saying she had to pick something up, they were off again. After a short drive they parked in a part of the city that Olivia wasn't familiar with. Once again, she was unceremoniously hauled out of the car by the other two, then escorted along the street. "I really struggled with this next part, but some friends helped me out. It's so difficult to find people who won't ask questions like 'does your friend really want to look like a slut?' but luckily they came through. Ah, in here!"

Olivia was led into a slightly run-down looking beautician's, where a receptionist gave Charlie a familiar nod and waved her towards the back. Charlie led Olivia by the hand, taking her through a door into the back, where a tall woman with short spiky blonde hair was waiting next to a padded couch, wearing a white tunic top and a name badge reading 'Tasha'.

"This is her, I take it." Tasha didn't seem surprised by the sight of the two women dragging a clearly reluctant third into her workplace. "Has anything changed?"
"Just like we agreed," Charlie said. "Although she might cry a little, I suppose."
Tasha shrugged, "I've seen much worse. Well, your friends paid the deposit, so get in the chair and we'll get started."

Olivia nervously sat in the chair, watching as Tasha sorted through trays of cosmetic products. "So it's the full package for a night out," Tasha said, "Hair extensions, eyelashes and nails. You're also getting makeup for that, and a few little other things." Tasha looked over Olivia then shrugged, "I'm not going to ask, of course, but I don't get many clients where the specific request is to make it trashy, however you're the ones paying."

For the next few hours, Olivia was at Tasha's mercy and was gradually turned into someone more trashy who didn't look anything like the well-bred young lady she really was, while Charlie and Arabella looked on. When she was instructed to remove the coat and turn over, her objections were ignored and Tasha simply stepped back to allow Olivia's tormentors to forcibly strip the coat from her. With Charlie and Arabella standing on either side of Olivia to hold her nude body to the couch, Tasha finished her work.

When Tasha finally stood back, her job done, Arabella slapped Olivia's bare bottom lightly. "Get up slut, look at yourself in the mirror."

Utterly ashamed of having to stand naked with Tasha here, Olivia slowly pushed herself up, flushing with embarrassment and horror under her streaked fake tan as she stood and looked in the full length mirror. Her hair was scraped back into a high and tight ponytail, with extensions woven into it so that it cascaded down in curls to between her shoulder blades. The blonde hair of the extensions didn't match her natural hair colour, making it look artificial and cheap. Her face was frankly embarrassing, and made her look like the kind of girl she'd smirk at on the street. Several rapid injections had given her temporary lip filler, puffing out her lips to an almost obscenely inviting level. There was a lighter bronze foundation that didn't match the tan on her body and neck, highlighted even further by heavily applied contouring far beyond what she would have done herself. Long false eyelashes, a dark tint to her eyebrows to make them look thicker, bold glittering eye shadow and lipstick in a pink so glossy it looked like cake icing all combined to scream 'slut' inside Olivia's head as she looked in the mirror.

To complete the look, her toenails were a screamingly bright fluorescent pink, and she had been given long false fingernails in a matching colour. With these kind of long nails, she was unlikely to be able to use her phone, as she had never gone for that kind of ridiculous length before. Her ears were adorned with gigantic gold-plated hoop earrings, which were big enough that they brushed her shoulders when she turned her head. To make matters worse, each hoop had a small bell dangling in the middle of it, so every movement generated a noticeable tinkling noise, which she was sure would draw attention. The final humiliation though was one that she couldn't see, but knew was there. When she had been forcibly turned over, a temporary tattoo had been applied to her back - the words 'QUEEN BITCH' now emblazoned across the middle of her back for all to see in large black letters.

"You've done a wonderful job with her," Charlie enthused to Tasha. "Slut - say thank you to Tasha."
"Thank you Tasha," Olivia whimpered, not daring to make eye contact.
Charlie and Arabella grinned at each other, before Charlie continued. "Tasha, do you mind if she gets dressed here? It's getting late, so we might as well go out straight from here."
"Be my guest," Tasha said, sitting down in her chair and relaxing with a sly grin. "You've certainly paid more than enough, and while you aren't exactly the kind of people I'd normally want to spend time with, seeing one of you poshos put in their place is fun enough."

Charlie smiled, taking the black lace thong out of her shopping bag. "Well, we were going to get you to wear these, slut, but you've been such trouble today that I don't think you deserve any underwear." Locking eyes with Olivia, Charlie calmly tossed the thong into a bin that stood in the corner of the room. "You'll be fine without any."

Ignoring Olivia's plaintive protests, Charlie held out the dress, a worryingly small amount of thin, cheap hot pink fabric dangling from her outstretched hand. "Put it on, or do you want us to drag you outside without it?"

Whimpering, Olivia took the dress and reluctantly stepped into it, pulling it up over her thighs and feeling the material stretch as she did so. It was a halter dress, with a tiny skirt that had long pieces of fabric attached which were to be tied behind the neck. The dress sat low on Olivia's waist, exposing her navel while covering her bottom and her crotch but little else. She tugged it down her thighs as much as she could, but there was so little fabric and it was intended to be ultra skimpy even when it fit properly, which the smaller size definitely did not.

The back of the dress extended up into two long sashes, which Olivia grudgingly wrapped round to her front so she could pull them up over her breasts then crossing each other and finally tying them tightly behind her neck in a halter bow so the fabric was tight over her breasts, not giving the support that a bra would but enough to present an enticing expanse of the underside of her breast and the cleavage between them.

With the halter fastened, the dress (such as it was) was still shockingly revealing with her breasts only half covered. The hot pink material was so tight and clingy, undersized for her body, that it clung to every curve and it would be very clear to anyone who saw her that she wasn't wearing any knickers, and her nipples were pressed into the fabric for all to see. She knew, to intensify the shame even further, that the temporary tattoo on her back was clearly visible.

"Miss Charlie, My Lady," Olivia whispered, "Do I really have to wear this?" She wriggled, feeling terribly exposed and knowing that the dress was only held over her breasts by one bow behind her neck.

"If you object once more," said Arabella with a bored voice that Olivia recognised as the prelude to anger, "I'll get Tasha here to pierce your nipples before we go out. Do you want that?"

Olivia shuddered, shaking her head. "Please may I put on my shoes?" Olivia said, trying to hold back tears of humiliation and not daring to object further. "So I'm ready to go out?"

Here, in the bright light of Tasha's beauty salon, the shoes were even more hideous than they had seemed in-store. The acidic lime green of the plastic clashed horrendously with the dress, and Olivia had no idea if she would be able to walk in them. With each shoe having just a narrow piece of plastic running over her toes and a slim ankle strap, her foot was almost completely exposed and held in an aching arch. Sitting down on the edge of a chair, Olivia pulled them on, buckled the ankle straps and wrapped the attached ribbons of each shoe up her ankle in a criss-cross pattern, knotting the ribbons behind her calves.

Standing up, she teetered and felt like she was going to fall, the thick platform and six inch heel leaving her completely off balance. She could feel her long heavy pony tail sway with each movement, and when she looked down she could see the glossy pink of her toenails standing out against the green of the shoes.

"She appears to be ready to go out, doesn't she?" Charlie smiled, talking to Arabella as if Olivia wasn't able to speak for herself. "Do you think we should go?"
"One thing first," Arabella said. She reached into her handbag and to Olivia's complete surprise pulled out a paper packet from a ubiquitous and cheap bakery chain, which she then held it out towards Olivia.

"I'm not hungry, thank you My Lady," Olivia said in a slightly baffled voice.

"God, it's not for you to eat!" Arabella rolled her eyes and tossed her head, her red curls bouncing. "Just reach in and take it, you silly little bitch."

Olivia reached cautiously into the bag, then pulled out a sausage roll of dubious meat surrounded by greasy flaky pastry.

"Now, you remember that you agreed to be inducted, with anything that entailed?" Charlie stood, taking out her phone.
"I remember," Olivia nodded, holding the sausage roll and wondering what was coming next.
"You're going to kneel on the floor, right there." Charlie ordered. "Now."
Awkwardly due to the platform heels, Olivia knelt down then looked up at Charlie and Arabella.
"Once Charlie starts videoing you on her phone," Arabella said, "we want to see you give a blowjob to the sausage roll. Deep throat it. I want to believe that if that was a cock, the guy would be having the time of his life. And remember, any objections and you'll regret it."

With a heavy sigh, Olivia nodded then tried to ignore Charlie holding up her phone to record the spectacle. With a lascivious lick of her tongue across her puffed-up lips, Olivia opened her mouth wide then slowly brought the pastry covered meat up to her lips and started to fellate it, acting as if she was sucking a cock just as ordered. She gagged a little, running her tongue over the greasy pastry but continued to obey, pushing the sausage roll into her mouth and sucking on it as she did.

She was conscious of Charlie moving round to capture the action from all angles, but kept on simulating a blowjob with the pastry, feeling grease coating her mouth as she did and hearing the jingle of her earrings as her head bobbed. Finally, she heard Charlie ordering her to stop, and gratefully pulled it out of her mouth.

"I think it's time to go," Arabella said as Charlie took the sausage roll and tossed it in the bin. "Tasha, could you fix her lips? They're a little smeared and while I like her looking slutty, I'd rather she had perfect lipstick, at least."

"Normally I'd ask for a further payment for a touch up," Tasha said with a grin, "but how about you just send me the video instead? It'll be fun to watch later. Maybe I'll show a few friends?"

Ten minutes later, they were on their way in the car again. Olivia's coat had been confiscated by Lady Arabella, so she sat in the tiny dress and ridiculous heels, still tasting the sausage roll in her mouth and nervous about the next humiliation. She hated the knowledge that Tasha had a copy of the video, and dreaded what Charlie might do with it.

"We're here," Charlie said eventually as the car came to a stop. "Time to get out." It had got dark while they were in the beautician but the street lights didn't give Olivia anywhere to hide as she was helped out of the car by Arabella. Standing in the glare of the lights, she felt horribly exposed, nearly naked and very uncomfortable in the ridiculous outfit with her terrible tan and over the top makeup.

Looking around, Olivia recognised the street. It wasn't somewhere that she'd normally go, but it was a notorious street lined with bars and clubs, always busy from early evening onwards for people keen on a night out.

"Everyone will see me," she whimpered without being able to stop herself, "Like this!"
"Was that an objection I heard from the slut?" Charlie smiled, looking at Arabella. "Did you hear that?"
"No!" Olivia shook her head, but it was too late.
"That was an objection, what shall we do to her?" Arabella cocked her head to one side, then snapped her fingers. "Ah, why not send the video to Jasper? He'll enjoy it. Who knows, maybe he'll share it with his friends too!"

It wasn't as if Olivia could do anything, so she watched helplessly as the obscene video was sent to her boyfriend, putting it even further out of her reach.

Taking hold of Olivia's hands, Charlie and Arabella started to briskly walk her down the street, ignoring her tottering steps and pitiful whimpers. "Shoulders back, head up, tits out," ordered Charlie. "Act like the attention-seeking slut you are!"

The three women drew strange glances, two of them dressed expensively while the other looked almost like a caricature of a young woman on a night out. It was, of course, Olivia who got the most looks. Men eyed her up hungrily, taking in the expanse of tanned bare skin, the dress that was clearly too small for her, the exposed undersides of her breasts and long legs with muscles taut from the effort of walking in the heels. Some women gave her equally hungry looks, some were jealous of her confidence and some looked a little amused, horrified or disgusted instead. She heard the world "slut!" whispered a few times, and the open stares made her feel hot and embarrassed, but with a strange undercurrent. Olivia definitely didn't want to look like this, and hated how she was being made to display herself, but somehow the act of doing so and the attention she was getting also thrilled her a little in a perverse way. Knowing that there was nothing but the tiny dress hiding her body and barely even doing that, the platform heels forcing her to thrust out her bottom and her whole look being so cheap was a turn-on, although she couldn't understand why.

As they walked along the street, passing bars with people outside, Olivia felt more and more people watching her, the other two women not slowing and forcing her to take step after shaking step in the heels, looking like she was a kid in their mother's shoes almost. She could feel the thin stretchy material of the too-tight dress riding up her thighs a little, but with the other two holding her hands she couldn't stop to pull it down at all. With each step, her breasts bounced under the halter dress that gave them little support, and the bells set into her earrings jingled, attracting attention as they passed people. Olivia found that, just as Charlie had ordered when they set off, even though she felt ridiculous, walking with her head held high and shoulders back so that her chest was confidently thrust forward felt curiously exciting. Her long ponytail swung as she walked and even though she was shaky on the platforms, she tried to give off an aura of confidence to go with the boldness of her look.

"I've been thinking," Charlie said, slowing their walk, "It's lovely seeing you like this, but obviously - you're dressed this way to please men. And we should probably show you off a little more. Would you like it if we messaged Jasper, perhaps asked him to come meet us?"

Olivia shivered, wanting desperately to object, but not daring to. "I-I-" she stammered, "If you'd like to, Miss Charlie." While she was taking some pleasure from the way people looked at her, the idea of being with her boyfriend looking like this was horrifying.

Charlie smiled cruelly, sending Jasper a quick message, then waiting for an endless minute as people passing by glanced at Olivia and the men let their eyes roam over her body while some women shook their head in disgust. While they waited, Olivia shifted position slightly, still teetering on the heels but standing more confidently, legs apart a little, letting herself give some of the staring men a sly glance in return to tease them, batting her long false eyelashes and watching them eyefuck her in return. She was no stranger to men looking at her, of course, but the way they were openly gawping at her was both shocking and slightly arousing.

"Ah, he's not busy - isn't that lucky? He says he can meet us in ten minutes. Come on, I've the perfect spot for your little get-together." Charlie patted Olivia's bottom, "He's going to love you!"

The three women continued down the road, then finally turned onto a quiet side street, Olivia's hands clutched tightly by Charlie and Arabella so there was no chance of her backing out now. She was feeling icy shivers inside at the prospect of her boyfriend seeing her like this, with no idea what he would say or do.

Charlie led them to an off-street car park, mostly deserted at this time of the evening and surrounded by tall buildings that overlooked it. While the car park was well-lit from the lights set around it, there was little passing traffic so it felt quite secluded.

"I went to a few parties here," Charlie said, pointing up to one of the buildings that overlooked the car park, "A chap I knew lived up there. He wasn't our sort of people, but he was great in bed. He and his friends all lived around here and told me that on a Saturday night it was always fun to look out of the windows and down into this car park because people thought it was rather nice and tucked away, so you'd see all sorts of things. Fights, breakups, but mostly couples fucking in a place they thought they wouldn't be seen."

Realising where this was going, Olivia gave a soft moan when she saw Jasper's car turn the corner and approach.

"When he pulls up, you can go over to the car window and lean down. Let him get a good look, then do what he says." Arabella's tone was firm, and Olivia realised some part of this and maybe even all of it must have been carefully planned. Glancing up at the high buildings around, Olivia wondered if anyone was looking down on her already.
"You don't look much like an 'icy beauty' now," Charlie said with a laugh, "If only everyone could see you like this."

Jasper's car slowed to a stop at the entrance to the car park, and the two women let go of Olivia's hands so she could walk over, stepping carefully in the platforms. The window slid down as she approached and she bent at the waist, leaning down into the car and letting him see her face with her blowjob lips and heavy makeup.

"God, you look like a total slut! You'll do anything I say?" His directness shocked Olivia, but she nodded obediently. "Good, that photo of your body was great, and the video even better. I'm going to drive in and park, you can follow."

She stood back from the car, watching as he drove into the car park, then tottered after him on her heels, hearing footsteps behind and knew that Charlie and Arabella were close by. Walking across the empty car park under the lights, knowing people could be watching unseen from above, felt utterly shameful but the hot feeling of excitement was rising inexplicably inside her, and she tried to walk confidently and sexily with a swing of her hips and tossing her head so that her ponytail swished back and forth.

By the time she was halfway across the car park, Jasper had parked and was leaning against his car to watch her walk closer. He grinned, flicking his curly brown hair out of his eyes and away from his face, then looked her up and down slowly to take in how she was dressed and made up, and she felt humiliated by him seeing her like this and the knowledge that he clearly liked it.

"Turn around, all the way, let me see how you look."

Olivia turned, letting him take in her outfit from the back, including the tattoo, then turned back to face him. Arabella and Charlie were standing a little back, watching but saying nothing.

"Do you like being dressed that way?" His question was blunt, so she decided to answer honestly.
"No Jasper, it feels humiliating. I feel almost naked."
"Do the other two like it?"
"I think that Charlie and Arabella-" She broke off as he raised his hand to silence her.
"Is that what she's meant to call you?" Jasper's question was addressed to the other two women, and Olivia gasped, realising that Jasper must be more in on the plan than she had thought.
"No it is not," Charlie said coldly. "How should you address us, slut?"
"Sorry Miss Charlie!" Olivia's voice was trembling as she spoke, "Sorry Lady Arabella, I didn't mean to forget!"

Charlie gave a heavy sigh, then ran her fingers through her long black hair. "She'll do whatever you want, Jasper. Lady Arabella and I are going back to our car."

As the other two women walked away, Jasper looked Olivia over again from head to toe, even slower this time. To Olivia's surprise, he was clearly enjoying seeing her like this and she was pretty sure he was getting turned on. He stepped closer to her, then put his arms around her, grabbing her bottom with both hands and squeezing her buttocks through the dress.
"No underwear?" His fingers pressed through the thin material and dug into the cleft between her buttocks. "You really are a slut."
"I didn't have a choice!" Olivia's protest was ignored, and Jasper slid one hand around her body, up over her bare stomach, caressing her breasts for a moment and briefly teasing her nipples through the thin material of the dress, before putting his right hand in the small of her back and pulling her close.
"Did you like that?" Jasper's left hand moved down, below the short dress and between her legs. Olivia gasped at being touched this way in public, but almost involuntarily parted her legs slightly so that his fingertips could quest further and brush against her pussy. She could feel that Jasper had an erection, his hard cock pressing against her through his trousers. "I said did you like that?" He squeezed her inner thigh firmly, then looked into her eyes.
"I liked it," admitted Olivia finally, utterly ashamed at having to say it. "What's wrong with me?"
"You," Jasper began, taking hold of Olivia's shoulders and firmly turning her so that she faced the back of his car with him standing behind her, "are a slut!"

He reached up to her neck and untied the bow that held the halter top part of the dress in place. Olivia gasped as the fabric fell free, exposing her breasts complete, then gave a moan as Jasper's firm hands cupped her bare breasts. She arched her back against him, letting him squeeze her breasts roughly before he pushed her towards the car. Olivia took two steps towards the car, heels clacking on the ground loudly, then Jasper pushed her down so that she was forced to bend over the rear of the car, bent at the waist with his hips against her buttocks. He pushed her down until her breasts pressed to the cold metal of the car and she gave a yelp at the sensation. Putting her hands up against the rear windscreen to steady herself, Olivia felt Jasper pull up the dress, not that it had hidden much anyway. She parted her legs, enjoying the roughness with which he was touching her, and felt his feet against hers, pushing them wider apart.

Olivia gave a moan when Jasper's fingers started to caress her pussy, running the fingers of his right hand over her intimately. He let go of her for a moment, then when his hand returned she could feel the wetness of saliva on his fingers, letting them slide slowly between her labia and eliciting another moan. His free hand was on her back, holding her down on the car with her bare breasts pressed against the cold metal, and she couldn't believe she was being treated like this, with who knows how many people watching from the buildings above. Olivia and Jasper's sex life was fine but had never been adventurous like this, and she could tell Jasper was very turned on.

When his fingers reached her clitoris, Olivia gave a short gasp of pleasure and pushed her hips back a little, letting him tease her most sensitive area for a few moments. She closed her eyes, resting her cheek against the cool glass of the car's rear windscreen, then groaned as he pushed two fingers deep inside her.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" His voice was hot in her ear, and he slid his fingers in and out of her.
Olivia was breathing hard, and could feel herself getting hot and wet around Jasper's fingers. "Please fuck me. Please, I want it!"
"Louder."
"Please fuck me!" Olivia's voice quavered as her boyfriend's fingers continued to tease her, and repeated herself louder. "I want you to fuck me!"

His fingers withdrew and she heard the sound of a zip, then felt the head of Jasper's cock press against her wet pussy. As he slid into her from behind, he forced her legs further apart and pushed her upper body down hard against the car. With her feet still arched in the heels, nearly naked other than the skimpy dress that was now bunched up around her waist, Olivia bit her puffed-up lower lip, moaning as all six inches of him thrust inside her.

To be fucked like this, platform heels still on, bent over a car in an outdoor car park, was an utter humiliation Olivia couldn't have imagined. But it turned her on in a way she could never have expected and she gave sharp moans that got louder and louder with each thrust of Jasper's cock into her as he fucked her from behind. His hands were on her wrists, holding them tightly as he used her roughly without any of the tender affection that she usually felt from him in the bedroom. She had no idea if this was what he always wanted, if he secretly wanted to see her like this all the time but with his thick penis sliding in and out of her wet sex she was barely able to think of anything other than the intense mixture of shame and pleasure that was running through her in waves.

"Do you like people thinking you're a slut?" Jasper grunted the cruel question as he fucked Olivia, punctuating it with hard thrusts inside her, his hips grinding against hers.
"I like it," she moaned in reply, feeling the heat of him inside her and marvelling at what she was saying without even thinking about it. "I don't-" She broke off to give a long groan of pleasure, "I don't know why I like it!"
He slowed his thrusts, sliding his full length in and out of her as he ran his hands up her splayed arms and stroked her back, before grabbing her wrists again and holding them tightly. "Just a shame that Charlie and Arabella aren't here to see this, I bet that they'd love to see prim and demure Olivia getting fucked with her legs spread wide. A rich bitch getting good firm treatment."

Jasper's family weren't quite as wealthy as Olivia's but were still rich, and his words stung and added a further humiliation. Someone of her pedigree, whose face was seen in the society pages, getting bent over a car and fucked on a Saturday night like a common whore! While the idea horrified her, she felt a rush of hot desire and gave an involuntary cry, shaking in her heels as Jasper plunged inside her.
"Do you like that?" When she didn't respond, he let go of one of her wrists to slap the side of her bottom hard. "I asked if you liked that?"
"I love it!" Olivia's voice cracked and broke with quavering desire as Jasper fucked her from behind, "God, I love it!". Rising pleasure radiated out from her centre, sending waves of deliciously thrilling shame through her. She pushed her hips back against Jasper so that every inch of him was deep inside her hot, slick pussy.

He let go of her wrists, bending over her and pushing his hands under her body so that he could roughly squeeze her breasts as he fucked her. The contrast to their usual lovemaking was clear, and he was openly focussed on his own pleasure - using her to satisfy his needs at a pace that was faster than she was used to, and she knew he would reach orgasm before her rather than taking his time to bring her to a climax. Jasper grunted in her ear as he fucked her, squeezing her breasts each time he rammed his cock into her, then grabbed her around the waist so he could use her even more firmly, eliciting a squeal of pleasure from her with each stroke.

His breath was coming in hard gasps as he fucked her and she could tell he was rapidly approaching orgasm, but to Olivia's surprise Jasper pulled out of her. "On your knees," he ordered. "I want you to finish me off." Normally he would come inside her, but even though she craved the feeling of his hard cock penetrating her, she turned on unsteady feet, kneeling down on the asphalt in front of him, ignoring the pain in her knees as she knelt on the rough surface.

Barely able to believe she was doing this outside, with her dress pushed up around her waist and the halter straps dangling by her sides so that she was as good as nude, she looked up at Jasper's flushed face from between her long false lashes, then obediently took hold of his hard cock, feeling the sticky wetness of her arousal along it's length.

"Not like that," he said, his cock twitching in her hands with the long false nails glinting at her fingertips, "Grab your heels. I want to fuck your mouth." Olivia nodded and let go of his penis, reaching back so she could take hold of the acid green heels. She lifted her head, parting her glossy and inviting lips and presenting her mouth as a wide O for Jasper. She gave a muffled gasp as he grabbed her pony tail, pushing the head of his cock between her puffy lips then sliding deep into her mouth. "God, they're perfect blowjob lips!" He grunted as he started to fuck her mouth, using her ponytail as a handle to hold her head. Looking up at him with her eyes wide, Olivia let her tongue slide around his cock as he pushed into her, relishing the feeling of being treated like a sex toy. She was so turned on, but the mixture of shame at her slutty exposure and pleasure at how she was being treated just kept building. She was desperate to feel more and to reach orgasm, but she knew from the way he was treating her that his own pleasure was all Jasper was focussing on.

She sucked on his cock as he thrust in and choking slightly as his full length was inside her, her face pressed to his crotch, tonguing his shaft and feeling his rock-hard erection quiver. As he withdrew, she locked her lips around him so that he pulled out with a soft slurping sound before pushing back inside to fuck her all the way to the throat, the strength of his thrust rocking her back a little such that she had to clench her heels even tighter, the bells in her earrings jingling wildly.

To Olivia's surprise, as his cock started to throb with the onset of his orgasm, instead of staying between her soft lips so that he could cum on her tongue, he pulled out of her wet mouth at the moment of climax but kept his hand in a tight grip around her ponytail. Just inches from her upturned face, the thick purple head of his cock spurted his hot cum over Olivia's face and chest as he came, spattering her with sticky semen in a series of eruptions. Olivia flinched as it splattered across her body and face, marvelling at how hard Jasper was coming, then felt pressure on the back of her head as he pulled her forwards so that she could take his cock back into her mouth now that he had emptied himself over her.

Like the obedient slut she was, Olivia licked the dripping cum from the head of his cock, taking it into her mouth to suck the length of him once even as he started to soften, then gently kissed the very tip before looking back up at him, batting her eyelashes awkwardly as she could feel they were sticky with cum.

"Stand up," he commanded, letting go of her hair and stepping back from her so that he could tuck his penis away and zip up his trousers.

Shakily, Olivia pushed her self up, standing self-consciously with her dress rucked up around her waist and the halter straps trailing almost to the ground. She shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably as Jasper looked her over, his face flushed from orgasm. "You're a mess, aren't you?"

"Can I clean myself up?" Without a handbag, or anything other than the undersized dress, Olivia realised she had no way to make herself look more presentable or even check how smeared her makeup was and she could feel sticky semen on her skin. "So we can go home?"

Jasper grinned, a terrible cruel grin, as he checked his phone. "It seems that Charlie and Arabella are waiting for you, back where you got out of the car. You can go meet them, I'm making my own way home."

"Jasper! No!" He ignored her plaintive cries, walking past her to get back into his car, then giving a cheery wave as he started the engine and drove off. She was left standing alone in the car park, semi-naked and covered in his cum, utterly ashamed and still with a burning core of arousal deep inside.

It would be a long well-lit walk back to the car, past endless people out for a Saturday night. With no other choice, Olivia cringed inside as she used her fingers to scoop Jasper's semen from her chest and face, sucking the sticky saltiness of it from her fingers, trying to clean herself up as best she could. Without a mirror, she was working by touch, cleaning his cum from her chest and face until she felt she had got rid of as much as she could, swallowing it down. Pulling her dress back into place so it once again reached her thighs, and re-tying the halter straps so it covered her breasts, she grimaced as she looked down at herself. Her knees were a little red and scraped from the asphalt, and the cheap fabric of her dress was rumpled and slightly damp with her sweat. While she couldn't see it, she knew that her makeup would be smeared and particularly her lipstick - she would look like what she was, a slut who had just given a blowjob.

Without any other choice, Olivia tried to muster as much confidence as possible, returning the way she had came when the girls had brought her here. The side streets were nerve-wracking enough, but when she reached the bar and club-lined street, her nerve almost broke. It was bustling with people and brightly lit, with nowhere to hide and no way to avoid attention. Lifting her chin once again, Olivia took the most confident steps that she could in the achingly high platforms, tottering along the street in her tiny dress, smeared makeup and with streaks of dried semen across her face and chest that she hoped no one would notice.

She drew even more attention this time, especially since she was alone, with some women giving her disgusted looks while others seemed more solicitous or worried. Men, however, looked at her even more hungrily, clearly seeing her as nothing more than a sex object just as Jasper had. With the taste of him in her mouth and a terrible frustrated desire deep inside, Olivia found herself enjoying the attention. She wouldn't want that normally, but their gaze crawling over her made her feel like even more of a slut and even further from the person she usually was. She deserved to be looked at like this, and she loved the feelings that provoked inside, even while she hated them at the same time.

Finally, she reached Charlie's car, and sighed with relief as Arabella climbed out, looking Olivia over with wry amusement. "You look terrible," Arabella said with a smirk, "I hope Jasper had fun with you."
"He did, my Lady," Olivia said. "May I please get in the car?"
"Leave the dress here," Charlie called from the driver's seat, "It's hideous, probably smells of sex, and honestly I don't want it in my car."
Olivia nodded. "May I have my coat, Miss Charlie?"
To her horror, Arabella moved to stand between Olivia and the car door. "She said to leave the dress here." Arabella spoke in a flat, icy voice. "So, slut, you are going to leave the dress here. Right where you stand."
"No, please my Lady," Olivia whimpered, glancing at the brightly lit street with people walking past and nearby pubs with windows from which people inside could see her. "I can't stand naked in the street!"
"You have ten seconds," Arabella said, taking a step closer and lowering her voice. "Then I will tear that dress from your body until it's in shreds at your feet, and after I've done that I will get in the car and we'll leave without you."
"My lady, I-"
"Five seconds."

Reluctant but terrified of being left here naked and wanting to curl up with shame, Olivia untied the halter behind her neck, then hurriedly tugged the dress down so she could step out of it. Standing nude in the street other than for the acid green platform heels, she heard gasps as people caught sight of her.
With one arm covering her breasts, and a hand between her legs to protect what fragments of modesty she had left, she looked at Arabella pleadingly. "Please my Lady, I'm begging you!"
For what seemed like an eternity, Arabella simply stood watching her, as if she was thinking, then finally nodded and stepped aside. "Get in."

With a rush of relief, Olivia tore the car door open and dived inside, slamming it shut behind her and was grateful for the tinted windows that would limit the amount of people who could see her. Once Arabella was in too, they drove off and she felt the terrible humiliation subside slightly, even if she was still nude in the back of a car with her friends.
"I can see that Jasper came," said Charlie with a laugh, glancing in the rear view mirror. "Take a look at yourself." Olivia wriggled until she could see herself in the mirror and gasped, as she looked far worse than she expected. With smudged mascara, skewed false eyelashes, smeared lipstick and the clear streaks of dried semen across her face, she looked like nothing more than a slut who had satisfied their boyfriend in a car park.
"Did you come?" Arabella's question was direct, but Olivia knew better than to avoid it.
"I didn't, my Lady." Olivia glanced down at herself, seeing the streaks in the fake tan and smudges of dirt from where she had been kneeling. "Just Jasper."
"You enjoyed it though, didn't you?" When Olivia nodded at Arabella's question, Charlie giggled and Olivia's tormentors shared a knowing glance. "We're heading home now, this is almost the end of your induction. There is one more thing though."
Olivia felt her heart sink, wanting the utterly strange day to end. "Just tell me, my Lady. Tell me what to do."
"Well if you didn't get to come," Arabella said, turning in her seat so she could face Olivia, "You must be ever so frustrated. It'll take us a little while to get back to the university, though. You can play with yourself while we drive. Don't stop until we arrive back."

Olivia's eyes widened as she took in what Arabella meant, and she saw the amusement in Charlie's eyes in the rear view mirror. "You mean-"
"She means what she said," Charlie called over her shoulder without taking her eyes off the road. "I want to hear you moan. I've always imagined someone as icy as you would be loud, so get those fingers working, slut."

While the car drove at speed along busy Saturday evening roads, Olivia started at first reluctantly and then soon more frantically to masturbate on the back seat. The humiliation of the day and the fucking she'd received had left her with a knot of overheated tension inside. She was nervous and self-conscious at first, spreading her legs in the spacious back seat, caressing herself until she could tease her clitoris and slide fingers inside her wet sex. Soon she was losing herself in an almost overwhelming need for pleasure. She didn't care that Arabella was watching and Charlie kept glancing at her in the mirror. Her breathing became short gasps, then moans and then cries of pleasure as an orgasm she'd hoped to reach with Jasper tore through her, fingers of one hand buried deep inside herself while she stroked and teased her clitoris with the other. Biting her lip, she kept going, twisting so she lay across the back seat, one leg bent and the platform heel wedged against the driver's seat so she could better satisfy herself.

The car journey back to the university gave Olivia the opportunity to bring herself to two more orgasms, leaving her shuddering and gasping for breath as the car finally came to a halt and she slightly reluctantly withdrew her wet fingers from between her thighs, looking exhaustedly at Arabella then Charlie. "Can I - I mean, are we done, my Lady, Miss Charlie?"

Reaching under her seat, Charlie tossed Olivia's coat towards her, so it fell draped over her stomach. "Lady Arabella, do you think our latest inductee has performed appropriately?"
"She has performed acceptably," said Arabella with a smile. "She's been ever so obedient, and I think she even enjoyed it a little."
"Olivia, this completes your induction," Charlie said, turning to face Olivia as she did - speaking with a formality that seemed out of place given Olivia's naked and dishevelled state. "You are now a member of the Etiquette and Advancement Society. This was, of course, a one-off. We won't speak of the events of today again, since you've demonstrated your obedience, and are also well aware of the cost of disobedience. I think you'll enjoy the Society, and perhaps you'll get to be in charge of whoever we choose to induct next."
"Thank you," Olivia said, her voice shaking a little as she tried to match the formality with her usual coolness and poise, "May I go now? Are you done with me?"
"We're done."

Charlie and Arabella watched as Olivia wriggled into her coat, most of the buttons missing after her disobedience and objections. With the coat pulled closed over her nudity and her platform heels clacking loudly on the ground, Olivia hurried back into the university building, desperate to get back into her clothes, get home and wash away the grime of the day. She knew though that somewhere deep inside she'd always remember what she had endured today, just how much she had loved it, and that both Charlie and Arabella knew that too.