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Subject: {ASSM} Grace's Hard Lessons- Chp 10 (MF, nc, molest, exhibitionism)
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Grace's Hard Lessons =================== By Dark Avenger (Send comments
about the story to darkavenger at tokyo.com)

   The story so far: The scheming Royston blackmails Grace into do an
office presentation with a vibrator in her pussy, from which she nearly
orgasms in front of several people.  When Grace's boss is let in on her
secret by Royston, he takes the opportunity to rape her.  Royston continues
her humiliation in the office by making her strip, submitting herself to
degrading display positions, and giving her a facial.

   Chapter Ten (MF, nc, molest, exhibitionism)
------------------------------------------

   It was Wednesday morning.

   Grace was wearing a tanktop that was cut-off at the waist.  And a beach
skirt that was extremely short.  So short that if she bent forward
forty-five degrees, someone standing behind would see her thong-covered
ass. If the wind blew slightly, everybody could see her thong-covered ass.
Standing by her side was Royston, and as they walked out of the hotel
lobby, Royston was pleased to observe that Grace was a little distressed by
the attention that she was getting from all around her.

   Coupled with a pair of sandals and her anklet, crimson red lip-gloss,
and a pair of sunshades in her hair, Grace was a head-turner.  There was
plenty of leg to admire, not to mention her bare midriff, and shoulders. 
Normally she wouldn't mind going out like this, but for the second time
this week, she was not allowed to wear a bra.  She was going out braless.
Just the tight tank-top, and she knew that if someone looked carefully they
would know she was not wearing a bra because the outline of her nipple was
visible through the thin cotton garment.

   Adding to her discomfort in going out like this was that she had a slim
silver vibrator under her thongs, buried in her pussy.  She knew that
Royston's finger was on the remote control, in the pocket of his pants. 
Knowing that Grace would find it hard to go out this morning dressed like
that, Royston had offered to escort her personally to her next photography
shoot with Joe.

   When Royston walked past the line of taxis waiting outside the hotel,
Grace pulled his arm.  "Wait, why aren't we taking the cabs here?"

   Royston turned around, a grin on his face.  "Who said we're taking a
cab? We're taking the bus today."

   With much dismay, Grace followed Royston to the bus-stop.  There was an
old lady with a shopping basket, and a scruffy looking man dressed in
overalls, waiting at the bus-stop.  The old lady did not bat an eyelid at
them, but the man couldn't stop staring at Grace.

   "Listen up Grace.  We're taking the bus today because Nakamori says
you're not ready for your next photo-shoot.  I told him you're ready.  Now
you know that if you don't finish your shoot, you don't get the money
right? So you need to help me to help you."

   "What did you say I am ready for?" Grace enquired.

   "Your outdoor shoot." Royston replied.

   "What??" Grace did not quite get it.

   "Nakamori will explain more later girl.  Don't be impatient.  Now all
you need to do first is to convince him, and me, that you're ready. 
Otherwise we go back to the hotel."

   "Okay, what am I supposed to do?"

   "Since it's an outdoor shoot, you need to be able to take instructions
in a public place," Royston paused for this to sink in.  "So to prove now
to Nakamori that you're ready, I'm going to give you two instructions. 
First of all, from now on, whenever you are taking public transport, you
are to sit with your legs open as long as nobody is looking at you.  Yes,
you heard me - legs open.  Be it a bus, subway or taxi.  Second of all, if
you are traveling with me, or Nakamori, or any other person that we deem it
necessary, your private parts will remain accessible to your companion at
all times.  That means you will allow me to touch your breasts or pussy
when it pleases me to - you will not refuse me."

   "You can't do that!"

   "Yes I can.  Tell you what.  To make it easier for you, I will not do
that if there is someone watching alright?"

   "I don't know."

   "That's not a good answer.  No shoot, no money.  Your choice.  You still
have to repay back the money you took in a month or you'll go to jail."

   Grace was in mental agony.  Royston looked at her and said, "Here comes
the bus.  Follow me."

   Royston let the old lady board the bus first.  Then he boarded the bus,
his long legs making the big steps of the bus easily.  Then Grace boarded
the bus.  Smartly, the scruffy man in overalls boarded the bus after Grace,
admiring the legs and butt of the girl getting up in front of him.  Grace
could feel him looking up her skirt as she boarded the bus, but there was
nothing she could do.

   Royston leaned over to her and whispered,"If you don't do as I say on
the bus, I will switch on the vibrator."

   Grace bit her lip as she followed closely behind Royston meekly.  She
certainly did not want to have to have the vibrator buzzing in her pussy,
and pushing her to the edge of an orgasm in a bus full of people.

   There were no seats on the bus, and there were already a number of
people standing up.  There were mostly middle-class workers going to work,
but there were also office professionals, and a few high-school students.
Grace stood next to Royston, keeping close to him, feeling self-conscious
about her extremely short skirt, and tanktop that showed off her midriff.
She really looked out of place, as if she was going to the beach.

   Over the next few bus-stops, the bus started getting packed with
passengers.  Grace herself was sandwiched between Royston, and another man
carrying a briefcase, while seated in front of her now - as more people
boarding at the front of the bus pushed the standing passengers toward the
back of the bus - was the scruffy looking man.  How did he managed to
squeeze in past them and find a seat?

   The seated man's eyes lit up when he realized Grace was standing right
in front of him.  The fact that he was seated while she was standing next
to him also meant that his head was at the level of her bosom.  From her
angle and distance, she was also unable to tell if his eyes were roving at
her cute belly-button or at the soft smooth skin of her thighs just inches
away from him.

   The man stared at Grace's bosom, his eyes tracing the contour of her
nipples slightly visible from under the tight garment, trying to imagine
what her nipples looked like.  He fantasized about touching the young lady
whose body was pressed against him because of the crowded bus he imagined
his hand going under her tanktop, caressing her soft breasts, his other
hand caressing her inner thighs as she stood helplessly pinned against him.

   More people got on and off the bus.  Grace tried to shift toward the
back of the bus, but Royston barely budged, ignoring her as eager men
squeezed past the scantily-clad girl, brushing against and pushing their
groin into petite Grace's ass.  Royston wondered how many hard cocks there
were that morning under all those pants as the many male passengers on the
bus pushed into, and squeezed past his pretty companion's scantily-clad
ass.

   As the bus lurched to a stop at the next traffic light, that was when
Grace felt a hand brush her bum.  Hoping it was accidental, she did not
turn her head to see who it was.  The bus moved off again, and then she
felt the hand - this time, it stayed on her bum under her short beach
skirt. Grace moved her body forward in alarm (much to the delight of Mr
Scruffy as the lovely thighs came so close toward him he could touch her
pussy with his fingers if he wanted to).  Grace tried to turn her head, but
it was too crowded that she could not tell who it was who got his hand on
her butt.

   "Roy!" she whispered, trying to catch Royston's attention.  The hand
moved away.  Grace moved her body back as she realized that Mr Scruffy
seemed to be leaning toward her bosom.

   "What?" Royston turned his head toward Grace.  Grace leaned toward his
ear and whispered, "I - There's someone...  behind...  touching me."

   "Stay where you are.  Don't move.  If you move, I'll turn on the
vibrator," he whispered back.  Royston secretly smiled.  This was what he
wanted.  He knew this bus would be crowded, and mainly with men who could
not pass up the chance of feeling up such a pretty chick in town who
happened to be on the wrong bus.  And to be wearing such skimpy clothes was
simply asking for it.

   Grace closed her eyes, not believing what was happening to her.  Again,
she felt the hand, more daring now.  It was squeezing her left ass-cheek.
Grace endured her molestation by the unseen stranger, only because it would
be worse if Royston turned on the vibrator!  She did not want to get wet
and aroused on a bus full of people while some unknown hand caressed her
ass brazenly.  She could imagine the consequences if the hand found her
panties soaked wet with her juices.  As this thought crossed her mind, a
delicious shiver escaped through her body, and at once she felt shocked at
herself.

   The hand moved to the other ass-cheek, then lower into her ass-crack. 
Grace almost let out a scream.  Her heart was pounding now.  What if the
hand pulled her panties down on this crowded bus.  Would she allow it ? 
And then what if the molester started touching her pussy?  Is Royston going
to stand there next to her pretending nothing is happening while the hand
molested her naked pussy?  Grace started to panic as she felt the fingers
move down to her crotch between her inner thighs.  Would the fingers feel
the end of the vibrator in her pussy through the panties?  The molester
would soon find out this slut has a vibrator up her cunt while wearing such
a skimpy skirt, a tight tanktop and no bra on a crowded bus !  What a slut,
asking to be molested, he would be sure to think!

   Grace opened her eyes, and realized that the half the bus had just
emptied.  It was one of the major stops down-town.  The molesting hand was
also gone.  Royston pointed out a pair of empty seats right behind the exit
of the bus.  With a sigh of relief, Grace moved towards the seats, and sat
down together with Royston.

   "You remember my instructions Grace?"

   Grace nodded.  Making sure there was nobody was looking in their
direction, Grace slowly opened her legs, and kept them open as she sat
there.  Royston nodded his approval.

   Just then, the three high-school students - two guys and a girl - got up
from their seats and moved to the exit.  Grace quickly closed her legs as
they approached.  Grace could swear the guys were smiling at her as they
stepped off the bus.  And so Grace repeated this exercise of keeping her
legs open when nobody was near, and then closing them whenever someone
wanted to get off the bus.  It helped that as their seats were right behind
the exit, there was a panel in front of their seats which protected her
modesty.  The more times she did this, it became easier.

   Royston was thinking to himself that with some practice Grace would soon
unconsciously shed her inhibitions about her exposure, as she told herself
that nobody would see what she was doing.  Then with more practice, he
would soon have her do this in a public place knowing she would be observed
by other people - once her sense of modesty is overcome, she will become a
well-trained slut that would sit appropriately with her legs open at all
times, or exhibit herself at her master's leisure.

   Grace cringed as she suddenly felt Royston's hand under her tanktop.  He
was reaching for her breasts.  Trying not to struggle, she couldn't help
but still squirm.  Finally she managed to overcome her natural reaction of
trying to flee from the assault.  Royston let a small smile escape, as his
right hand roamed under her tanktop freely, feeling her perky breasts. 
This was really cool.  Grace the department favorite, the office hottie,
now giving him free access to her boobs.

   As Grace felt her right nipple becoming erect from being between
Royston's thumb and forefinger, she noticed the old lady from the bus-stop
getting up from her seat.  As she hobbled toward the exit in their
direction, Grace pushed Royston's hand away.  Grace figured that even if
somebody saw them, they would only assume they were a horny couple.

   "Good.  You are ready for Nakamori now." Royston smiled.

   Finally it was their stop, near the photography studio.  As they waited
for the bus to come to a stop, Grace felt her heart leap to her throat, as
she stood at the exit of the bus and saw the mirror that was above her
head. The mirror was there so that the bus driver could see people getting
off the bus safely before he shut the doors.  Looking in the mirror, Grace
realized too late that the driver could probably see what was going on
where they were sitting!  While the driver couldn't have seen under her
skirt, he would have be able to see her opening her legs whenever there was
nobody close by, and then closing her legs whenever someone was
approaching. Furthermore, he must have seen Royston feeling up her breasts
under the tanktop, and the fact that she let him do so for five minutes! 
Grace's face turned bright red as she quickly glanced in the mirror and saw
the elderly male bus driver looking in their direction.

   When the bus came to a stop, Grace hurriedly alighted and started
walking briskly toward the building that housed the studio.  Royston
appeared to be amused at her haste, as he said, "Can't wait for your photo
session to begin Grace?"

   - Author's note: If you have any messages for Grace, please leave them
at grace_slut at hotmail.  - 

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