A party

The grand hall was buzzing with the sound of clinking glasses, lively conversation, and the soft hum of music in the background. Agent Carter stood by the entrance, dressed in her "uniform," which consisted only of the humiliating bow tie. Her voluptuous body—DD breasts and a balloon-shaped ass—was completely exposed, a sight that the guests couldn't take their eyes off. She kept her face neutral, hiding her discomfort behind a **** smile as she balanced a tray of drinks.

As she weaved through the crowd, a man seated on one of the lavish couches caught her eye. "Hey, sweetheart," he called out, beckoning her with a crooked finger. "Bring that fine ass over here."

Carter approached him, her tray in hand, feeling his gaze undress her all over again. She leaned down to offer him a drink, and as she did, his hand reached out to squeeze her breast.

"God, they're even bigger up close," he grinned, giving her nipple a pinch through her skin. "Must be a full-time job carrying these around."

Carter **** a giggle, playing the role of the submissive servant. "Just trying to keep the guests happy," she replied, hoping to charm her way out of the situation while listening to snippets of his conversation about weapons deals.

"You’re doing more than that, baby," the man said, pulling her onto his lap without asking. His hand immediately slid down her body, settling on her bare thigh. "Tell me, does Dr. Doe make all his housekeepers dress like this?"

She squirmed a little in his lap but kept the smile plastered on her face. "He likes things... simple," she said, trying to downplay her embarrassment. "I’m just here to serve."

"Oh, you’re serving alright," he chuckled, his hand moving to her ass and giving it a rough squeeze. "I could get used to this."

As she shifted to stand up, another guest grabbed her wrist, yanking her toward him. "Where do you think you're going, doll?" he asked, looking her up and down. "We haven't even had a proper taste yet."

Before she could respond, his lips were on her neck, his breath hot and reeking of ****. "Bet you taste just as good as you look," he murmured against her skin, his teeth grazing her collarbone. His hand slipped between her legs, and she could feel his fingers pressing against her wet slit.

"Please," Carter **** herself to whisper breathlessly, playing along. "Not here... not in front of everyone."

"Aw, don’t be shy," he teased, slipping a finger inside her. "They’re not gonna mind, are you, fellas?"

The men around him laughed, several nodding in agreement. "You’re just the entertainment tonight," another man chimed in, his eyes locked on her breasts. "Might as well make it fun for us."

Another guest approached, this one with a more aggressive look. "Move over," he barked, pulling her away from the first man and bending her over the arm of the couch. "Let’s see what this housekeeper’s really made of."

Carter gasped as he spread her legs, exposing her fully to the room. She felt hands groping her from all directions—one man’s fingers digging into her pussy, another’s mouth on her nipple, biting and sucking roughly.

“Fuck, she’s tighter than I thought,” the man between her legs muttered, his fingers sliding in and out of her.

Another guest leaned down, licking his lips as he took one of her nipples in his mouth, biting down hard enough to make her wince. "She's a real treat, huh?" he said to the others, laughing as he continued to suck on her breasts. "Dr. Doe really knows how to pick 'em."

Carter's mind raced, trying to focus through the haze of humiliation. "I-I’m just here to serve drinks," she stammered, trying to pull away from the ****, but they held her firmly in place.

One of the men grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks as he leaned in to inspect her. "Look at this tight little asshole," he said with a grin. "Bet she hasn’t had much fun back here."

The others laughed, and one of them leaned closer, whispering in her ear, "You’d make a perfect little pet. Maybe after tonight, we’ll keep you around for more... private parties."

Carter fought to maintain her composure, her heart racing as the men explored her body with no regard for her dignity. But through it all, she listened. Every degrading touch, every humiliating comment was one step closer to gathering the intel she needed. This was her mission, and no matter how much they treated her like a toy, she would complete it.

Another man approached, his hand reaching out to cup her breast. "When you’re done here, why don’t you bring me another drink, sweetheart?" he smirked, squeezing her nipple painfully. "But don’t be too long—I’ve got more plans for you."

Carter gritted her teeth, forcing a smile. "Of course, sir," she replied, her voice sweet despite the burning shame she felt.

The man laughed, giving her a hard slap on the ass before finally letting her go. "Good girl. Now go fetch me a drink, and don’t keep me waiting."