Cut to that night.

Mary groaned in her sleep. Something was wet and there was a strange smell. Her pussy ached. It was the last thought that brought her wide awake. She remembered crawling to her Doorman like a bitch in heat. It had been like she was...possessed. Something liquid ran into her eye.

"Shit", she cried. She got up and stumbled towards the bathroom. The heels were still on her feet. She got there and flicked the light on, confirming the whole nightmare. The leather horror still imprisoned her body. Her lips were painted a whorish red. Her hair was pulled back in a style both sexy and suitable for the domestic tasks her outfit implied. And the liquid that had dripped in her eye? It was that fat bastard Doorman's jizz. He'd shot a load in her face.

Even as she fumed, the outfit was stimulating her subtly. She plopped onto the toilet and tore at the heels that owned her feet like an animal caught in a trap. She tore at the skirt, revealing... her bare pussy. The bloomers were gone! This small victory lost it's luster however, when another milky wad of the Doorman's spunk ran out of her vag. Furious again, she brought her hand up to tear at the silly cap fused to her head, but her gloved hands had their own ideas.

They scooped up the cooling cum from her face and brought it to her mouth. Mary sealed her lips like a baby refusing to be fed even through her confusion. Quickly, like a snake striking, on hand flew forward and pinched her nipple through the leather. She cried out, and that was all the time that was needed. Her playful, horrible hands left her mouth, lips and throat slathered in cum. She was sputtering on it.

As she spat out what she could, her hands were already mining more jizz from her pussy. This they smeared on her face like lotion, rubbing it in. She teared up, but refused to cry. The Doorman, whose name she still did not know appeared in the doorway holding her missing bloomers.

"You forgot these ****. I'll have to punish you if you're not in full uniform!" he said playfully. He tossed the bloomers on the bathroom floor and strolled away, chuckling at his own wit. The dress dragged her to her feet suddenly. It thrummed over her body. The shoes dragged her legs apart as the bloomers began to slither towards their rightful place.