Charlotte ends the day with a ruined blouse

Charlotte figured out Martin's game the fifth time he sent her to get him coffee. Under her new terms of employments, she had to drop anything she was doing and rush to fetch coffee any time one of her old subordinates asked her. Her former assistant Martin seemed to especially relish making her do menial tasks after her demotion from executive VP to gofer.

The vibrators inside her barely covered pussy and ass surprised her every time they turned on, making her stumble. Martin turned them on while she was bringing him the coffee. She spilled it all over her blouse, which is when Grace walked her to the women's restroom.

"Hand me your blouse," the receptionist told her, and Charlotte passed it to her without thinking. Grace immediately threw it in the sink and drenched it in water, much more than the coffee stain needed.

"Hey," Charlotte protested, and then Grace turned and pinched her exposed nipples.

"You shouldn't have stolen money from the company, Charlotte."

"I was your VP," Charlotte protested.

"And now you are not," Grace said, pinching cruelly. "Now you are lower than dirt, you bitch. I can do whatever I want to you, because even as a receptionist I'm above you. And I want to do this."

"Please," Charlotte whimpered.

Grace handed her the soaked blouse. Charlotte put it back on and shivered. It was wet and completely sheer now, and it was making her nipples stand out. She dreaded what Martin was going to do the next time he saw her.

It was a long day of teasing, pinching, exposure, groping, and humiliation. The day ended with another meeting. Jeffrey presented again. "We received these morale-boosting suggestions for Charlotte's next day:

a) Work in a cheerleader uniform to boost everyone's morale

b) Ask a coworker for a spanking every hour

c) Lay on the table during meetings so that everyone can grope her

Let's have a show of hands."