Tales of an Internet Whore (Part Two)

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Bianca fell asleep whilst the woman relaxed her, she awoke hearing the woman whisper in her ear that her bath was ready, she was dazed and sat up whilst the woman held out her robe. She walked towards the bathroom, it was dark only lit by candles and a strong scent of lavender, the tub was very bubbly and had a sprinkle of rose petals resting on the top. She climbed into the bath and soaked until she was told to come out.

About 45mins had passed and the woman knocked on the door to let her know that lunch was coming, it was already lunch? She climbed out and grabbed her robe, the woman informed her to go into the room as she would clean up. She ate lunch and watched TV whilst this woman rushed around cleaning and then said she will be back and left. Bianca was so relaxed that she didn't care as she was in ! heaven.

The woman returned and started on her feet, painting her nails. For the next few hours Bianca was pampered including her hair and make up, which she wasn't allowed to see until Anthony arrived, but could feel that she was caked in it. She put on the dress and shoes and awaited Anthony who was already 5mins late. There was phone-call and it was him, he said he was sorry he was late, but the taxi was outside and whether she could come down. Bianca looked at the woman, who said to go and she will clean up and leave, she didn't even look in the mirror. Bianca was so scared to keep Anthony waiting she ran towards the lift, without fear of what she looked like, she would do anything to keep him happy she was grateful he was interested in her as he was the best she was ever going to get.

She noticed the stares and smiled at the drooling men, Anthony was waiting by the door and had a look on his face be! tter than he had ever, she felt so good that he was pleased wi! th her. He grabbed her and said she looked amazing, staring at her the whole journey apologising for doing so. Suddenly she was in control and he was the shy one. They arrived at the event, over 200 people, very posh and very grand. She was starting to get nervous and excused herself to the ladies. She finally got a look of herself and was part horrified and part shocked. She didn't recognise herself, the dress was way too tight, the make-up was almost stating she was a sex hungry whore with bright red lips, her dress barely covered her ass-cheeks, but the more she pulled it down the more her boobs nearly popped out.

She finally came out of the toilet, Anthony greeting her asking her if she was ok, she smiled and walked with him. Anthony knew a few people, all men with women who stood by their side looking slutty, she was no one to judge, she was his trophy slut. There was a man, with a camera taking pictures of groups and couples, Anthony called him ove! r and whispered in ear, then Bianca followed Anthony onto the terrace, it was cold so only a couple of people were out there, Anthony went around the corner where no one was and the photographer appeared. "May I take a picture with you princess Bianca?" asked Anthony, like a charming Prince she could only feel flattered. She posed with him and smiled. He asked for one of her alone, for his wallet so she could be with him daily, she smiled and looked at the camera, the photographer took about 8 pictures and then left.

They stayed outside for a further 10mins, Anthony wanting to look at the stars, but Bianca feeling the cold on her exposed body. He held her, pulling her close and started to kiss her, Bianca felt nervous but didn't have the guts to pull away, soon enjoying the sensation as her clit tingled. He looked at her and said that it was time to go, they went to the front and caught a taxi back, kissing in the back seat. They were back a! t the hotel and rushed to his room, she then started to feel n! ervous a s the door shut behind her.

He removed his dinner jacket and tie, grabbing Bianca kissing her again, her clit was pounding, she was so wet, he was so good looking, the guy she imagined whilst she played with herself on those lonely nights. She laid on the bed as he unzipped her dress at the side, revealing her black bra and knickers, he pulled her bra down, kissing her firm huge boobs and he unzipped his trousers as he climbed upon her and inserted his hard cock into her wet pussy. She was in heaven, all the sensations trembling her body as his huge hard cock pounded her rarely used tight pussy. She could hear herself losing control as she screamed in pleasure, he stopped and sat on the side of the bed, playing with his cock indicating for her to suck it, she was horrified but didn't want to act so. She got on her knees, determined to seem like she was experienced, not wanting to disappoint the man of her dreams.

It t! asted salty and she wanted to gag, she was just about to stop and pull back when she heard him say "Bianca, this is my favourite position and you are so good at it, I am so lucky to have you in my life you're perfect" she felt she had to carry on and closed her eyes sucking hard to make him cum. She felt him pulsate and cum in her mouth, she didn't know what to do and just swallowed. "wow, you are amazing" he said. She felt dirty but also proud he was satisfied. He stood up and held her hand to join him in the shower.

Bianca woke up the next morning, in Anthony's hotel room, yet he was not there. She looked around and saw a note saying he had to get back to work, and didn't want to wake her, but left £50 for a taxi. She felt dirty at the money, but was more interested on where her clothes were. She grabbed a robe, picked up her dress and went to her room. She looked in the bathroom mirror, her make up was all still half on, but she look! ed classless. She showered and made her way home.

Once home, Bianca couldn't get the feeling of shame out of her mind, where was Anthony, why hasn't he called, what if he dumped her using her for sex, what if he was married? She replayed herself sucking his cock and swallowing his load in her head, she was a dirty whore, how could she do that? What would the bookclub think? She only met this guy 3 weeks ago and already fucked him!! He didn't call that night, but Bianca just went to bed to be up for the next morning.

She arrived on time, back to her flowery dresses; cardigans and no make up. No one would know what a slut she has been. She went to the staff room, in her pigeon hole was an envelope, hand delivered. She opened it and nearly fainted, it was full of pictures of her, naked and a CD. The pictures were of her in her hotel room, on the massage table, legs spread with clear shots of her face; pussy and boobs. But how? She was asleep (or maybe put to sleep) – that's how! How did ! the woman know where she worked? She looked at the other pictures, it was of the party, on the terrace, she looked like a whore in that dress. She felt to vomit as her head spun, she needed to call Anthony.

She ran out of the staff room, putting the envelope in her bag and locked away in her locker. She called Anthony, it went to Answer-Phone "If this is Bianca, then I assume you have checked your post... ha ha, very nice hey? Have you watched the CD yet? I will call you when I am ready, this phone SIM card is in the bin and was not my real number so don't leave a message". Bianca was shaking, she couldn't believe it, she felt drowsy and disgusted with herself. She was all sweaty and pale, when her boss came over, he sent her home assuming she was sick.

She cycled home very fast, almost getting run-over, she ran to her laptop to play the CD, it was titled the "Secret Life of the University Librarian", she wat! ched in horror as it flashed naked pictures of her, then of he! r at the party, in the bath with rose petals. Then her worse nightmare, the whole time of her in his hotel room, fucking him, screaming for more and sucking his cock. The quality was hazy, like a cheap camcorder but she was identifiable. She felt sick, shaking at what was happening to her, who can she call for help? She was ashamed!

She waited by the phone, hours went by and nothing. Then at 2pm, a private number called, it was him, Anthony: " Hello!" she answered abruptly " Ha.. hello Bianca" he replied, smirking " You bastard....I hate..." she screamed " Ha ha ha, now now Bianca, that's not nice" he laughed cutting her mid sentence " Why did you do this" cried Bianca " Oh, shut up and listen, you've bored me for weeks with your pathetic life, so don't speak unless its to answer a question I ask you, do you understand you bitch?" he shouted " Yes" she said scared " Did you like your movie debut? Yes or No?" he ask! ed " No.. I .." she cried " I said Yes or No whore!" he shouted " No" she replied obediently " Neither did I, I thought it was poor..." He said calmly, Bianca feeling relieved that he had come to his senses "So, I hope the next one would be better ha ha" he said finding himself amusing but tipping Bianca to the point where she burst out crying " So Bianca, do you think your students would love your pics? Yes or No" he asked " No" she answered " Well the few that I showed loved them hee hee!" he said, Bianca was mortifed " What? Who?" she said shocked " Shut up whore, you will know when they make themselves known to you, so tomorrow I want you back at work tomorrow, understand?" he shouted " Yes, how did you know I was off?" she asked " People are watching you, both on CD and in the flesh haa haa" he replied "right, do you have a pen slut?" he asked " Yes" she replied after getting a pen and notepad " Goo! d, here are your instructions. Tomorrow I want you to wear a b! louse, o ne of your pathetic charity shop ones, but I want two buttons undone from the top. I also want you to cut one of your skirts, so its just above the knee, is that understood Yes or No?" " Yes" said Bianca " I will be informed if this is not done, and no tights...." he said then the phone went dead " Hello?..... Anthony?" she said realising he gone.

She got up to go to her wardrobe, she picked out a blouse and a calf length skirt. She, got out her scissors and started to cut, she realised it wasn't straight and cut it again and again, crying as she realised it was way too short and had to get another skirt. She finally got it on the 4 th skirt and went to sleep. The next morning she showered and put on her new outfit, she felt exposed, although not as much as she did on the pictures. She left her house feeling everyone staring, she came into the staff room and had a few looks from her colleagues. She made her way to the library and! felt all of the students staring, a few staring at her cleavage getting aroused. She felt the minutes turn to hours as the day was slow, she looked at every student wondering if it was them who Anthony had shown the pictures too, if it was them who was spying for him, it drove her insane not knowing.

She arrived home and burst out crying, it was an awful day. She went straight to her bedroom and to her shock saw a suitcase on her bed, one she had never seen before. On the top was an envelope, from Mr Gent, it read

" Inside are your clothes for the week, don't worry I found them for you in a charity shop and have taken back those expensive dresses from your wardrobe as they were hired! I have labelled the clothes for the days of the week and am glad you cut that silly skirt up. Oh, by the way, leaving your key in your bag whilst taking a lavender scented bath was very stupid!"

She ran! to the door, chaining it shut. She couldn't believe he had be! en in he r apartment, she felt violated. She opened the case and saw the most sluttiest clothes, a bag of make up and really nasty underwear. She closed the case, and wanted it out of her sight, she opened the wardrobe and it was empty, all of her clothes gone. She couldn't believe it, what was she going to do? She laid on her bed staring at the ceiling until she fell asleep in her clothes but awaken by the sun on her eyes the next morning.

She went to shower, almost forgetting what was happening to her, until she opened her wardrobe, she picked out the hanger that said "Wednesday", it was a very tight blouse, low neck, a tight knee length skirt, black stockings, suspenders and little heels but no bra. She went to her bra draw, which was empty, but decided to wear one from Friday's hanger. She dressed and looked in the mirror, thinking it wasn't as bad as it could be, she left the house, she couldn't cycle any more, so she boarded the bus, with many o! f the students who were staring at her making comments.

Finally she got to the University, avoiding the staffroom she went straight to the library, her boss stared, he was an old balding man who probably hadn't erected since the 1970's, but was starting to as he stared at her cleavage. He called her into the office, sat her down and said " Is everything OK Bianca?" he asked staring at the outline of her suspenders " Yes, why?" she asked " Well, you are dressing differently..." he commented " Is that OK?" She was hoping he would say no, so she had a reason to give to Anthony " It's more than OK, in fact, I hope to see more" he smirked and winked, Bianca felt sick " Can I go now?" she asked " Yes...of course, maybe we could do lunch?" he asked drooling, she ignored him

She came out into the library, it was pretty busy for that time in the morning, mainly male students, Bianca tried to! see which could have seen her pics, but it could've been any ! of them. The male students, were staring at her like she was a piece of meat, Bianca called her boss over, enquiring whether they should ask some of them to leave as they were noisy, but her boss said no, probably enjoying them leering over her.

Bianca had her lunch by the library desk, nervous to go out. It was at lunch that her boss called her over, saying her boyfriend was on the phone, her heart jumped and stomach turned, he stood over her as she took the call " Hello....?" she said wondering who it was " Hi bitch, is he standing there with you?" he asked " Yes...!" she replied " OK, well just listen, smile and answered relaxed" he instructed " OK, I will try" she replied " Are you wearing a bra?" he asked " Yes, I believe so!" she responded " Why?" he asked " Erm.... how do you mean?" she asked " I didn't give you one to wear today did I?" he asked " No, I thought it was a mistake though" she sa! id " Is he staring at you, your boss?" he asked " Yes, very much!" she replied " Staring at your boobs and legs?" he said laughing " Erm, I believe so" she replied looking at her boss " Drop something on the floor in front of him and bend over so he can see more" he demanded, Bianca nearly fainted thinking about it and then dropped a pen, bending so her ass was in his view, she looked back at him noticing the bulge in his pants which made her stomach turn " Sorry, I dropped my pen, what were you saying" she said " Right, bitch if it isn't on the hanger, don't wear it. Now, go to the ladies and remove your bra, then take it to the boys toilets in block A and hang it on the back of the door in the far end cubical. It will be visited after 3pm so you have a couple of hours, if you fail at your task, your boss gets to see your CD! Understand?" he said " But... that's...." she stopped realising her boss could tell something was wrong "OK! by 3pm. No problem" She heard the phone go dead, but carrie! d on so her boss wouldn't get suspicious "OK, you have a nice day too... bye!"

" So you have a boyfriend?" asked her boss " Yes, its new a few weeks" she said fake smiling like it was good news " Explains the new outfits, I hope to meet him someday" he said " Someday" said Bianca walking fast out of the office To Be Continued.....

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