A final prank, then an exhausted Jessica is on her way

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open smoothly. The corners of Jessica’s mouth tightened as she stepped into the cabin, feeling the throbbing soreness of her asshole with each step, reminding her of what she had just done. She pressed the button for the ground floor and turned towards the mirror.

She was freshly showered and scrubbed down, had taken her time cleaning herself and letting the hot water wash away a part of the tiredness. With the breakfast appointment missed, she now had enough time to not rush for once and she felt that even if she had wanted to, after countless orgasms, she doubted that she still possessed the ability to rush.

Her outfit wasn’t what she’d usually wear on the way to the airport. Instead of baggy, comfy clothes that made the ordeal of a trans-Atlantic trip a bit more bearable, the panic when her driver had knocked on the door had compelled her to just grab any set of clothes from her suitcase, so she now wore the things that she had gotten her hands on first.

The white tank top had always been a size too small. She liked to wear it beneath other clothes because it clung to her curves and accentuated the shape of her torso. Now that she wore it sans any jacket, that effect was on full display as the tight cotton stretched around her slender body in a rather saucy manner. She could see the outlines of her own subtle abs, could clearly make out her bellybutton beneath the fabric and all in all it was short enough to reveal a tantalizing sliver of caramel midriff below the hem. To top it off, while the garment didn’t provide enough support to stop her soft tits from jiggling obscenely with every step, it did one hell of a job in pushing her breasts together to show a deep, rather mouthwatering portion of cleavage.

The black skirt didn’t make things any better. Usually, skirts this short had been kicked out of her wardrobe years ago, but she had packed this one as an option for the fashion show. Ultimately, she had deemed it too risky as the fabric hugged her hips tightly and it was just way too short, ending barely a third of the way down to her knees. Not only did the length show off her smooth legs, but the stretchy fabric revealed something much more embarrassing: a clear absence of any panty-lines whatsoever. Jessica felt her face flush. She was positive that she had grabbed a set of underwear from her suitcase, yet when she had emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a thick towel, she hadn’t found a trace of either her bra or her panties. Given that the entirety of her outfit from the prior evening as well as her French lover had disappeared as well, she had concluded that this was a goodbye prank by Pierre.

With no other choice, she had to go commando, something she never did and she blushed with the realization that she was far more on display than she had anticipated. The outlines of her puffy, tender nipples were clearly on display and without the confines of a bra they seemed to threaten to peek over the neckline of the low-cut top at any moment. With the Scandinavian winter outside, Jessica knew that the situation would turn from bad to worse as soon as her sensitive tits were exposed to the chilly air. The situation below was even worse as she had to constantly make sure to tug her skirt down to make sure she wasn’t revealing anything. Stairs were out of the question and she would have to be extremely careful not to put on any inadvertent shows while climbing in and out of the car.

To top things off, the only footwear she had been left with were the slutty, white fuck-me-boots. In an onset of gallows’ humor, she had reasoned that they actually suited the rest of the outfit rather well. She looked nothing like the businesswoman that had ridden this elevator in the prior evening, much rather she looked like some cheap skank on her walk of shame. Which was really accurate, she mused as she felt a shudder of anxiety run through her belly as she thought about the fact that she would have to get out of the elevator like this and walk out in front of other people. She would have to get into the car with a driver who had seen her completely naked and drive to the airport where she would finally have the chance to duck into a bathroom and change into something more casual. Until then, she’d be on display in ways she hadn’t been in years…

That fucking Frenchman!

The elevator came to a halt and Jessica took a deep breath through her nose to steel herself as the doors smoothly slid open. Stepping outside, she did her best to stare straight ahead and not look at anyone as she hurried through the lobby, but even so she was very much aware of the heads her scantily-clad form turned. If there was a paparazzo in front of the hotel, she would die of shame.

There wasn’t. Instead, as she stepped out into the crisp Swedish morning air, her driver was awaiting her dutifully and even though his smile was polite, his eyes betrayed what they were both thinking. Jessica blushed, looking down at the trampled snow on the pavement as she approached him, feeling her nipples stiffen against the cold air.

“Since we missed breakfast, I got you a coffee from the store across the street!” Jack said with a smile, holding out the cup to her. Seeing her demure attitude, he couldn’t help but think about how he had seen this beautiful woman’s tightly puckered asshole, causing his grin to widen.

She mumbled a “thank you!” as she took it and he opened the door for her. As she climbed in, her phone started to ring and she retrieved it from her purse. Mark. Again. Story of her fucking life…

“Hey Mark!”” she answered, unable to hide the tiredness in her voice as she watched her driver walk around the car and climb into the driver’s seat. They took off smoothly.

“Hello there, superstar!” Mark’s cheery voice rang irritatingly loud in her ear, “What the hell did you do to Pierre, you damn genius?!”

Jessica sat up straight, suddenly very awake. Did he know? Had Pierre already told everyone? Her pulse raced. “Why?”

“He agreed to work for us! Jessica he, just called me! He is going to come to L.A. and get some things rolling, he’s gonna start next Monday already…”

Mark kept on talking but Jessica barely even registered what he said as she felt the blood drain from her face. The idea of meeting Pierre again, working with him was mortifying, her booty was still aching from the things they had done last night, yet she knew that with how excited her CEO was, she couldn’t exactly veto the new hire.

The sleek, dark Mercedes rolled easily and gracefully through the morning traffic. Jack Hermansson smiled. The luxury car obeyed his every touch on the steering wheel as he effortlessly navigated the Stockholm streets. His eyes flitted over to the rearview mirror as he allowed his attention to divert from the traffic in front of him for a moment to take in the gorgeous passenger in the backseat of his car. She was talking to someone on the phone, a zoned out look on her face, apparently completely oblivious that with the way she sat she was granting him a perfect view up her skirt. Shifting in his seat, Jack adjusted the pace a little, slowing down so he could admire the actress’ sleek, smooth cunt for a little while longer. She really was a hot piece of fuckmeat!