Donald agrees.

Donald looks as if he is a few seconds away from having a total meltdown. Somehow, he regains his composure and takes a deep breath.

“I.. uh… sure. Okay,” Donald says. “I will let the staff know.”

Clarrisa watches a flustered Donald walk away. Olivia turns to her with a shit eating grin and slaps Clarrisa’s bare back.

“I honestly didn’t think he would agree to that last request. I thought I might have pushed it a little bit too far. But no… it turns out that some people will do just about anything to kiss your husband’s rich ass. Including humiliating his whore of a wife!” Olivia cackles.

Clarrisa feels herself blush even deeper and foolishly makes eye contact with the hostess. The hostess’ eyes travel down to her tits and then down to her pussy before looking back up at her eyes. The hostess appeared to be deep in thought which Olivia promptly snapped her out of with a few arrogant snaps of her fingers.

“Good help is hard to find apparently. Take us to our seats,” Olivia demanded.

The hostess nods her head and leads them both towards a table at the back of the restaurant. The walk to the table was probably the worst humiliation that Clarrisa has yet endured. All eyes are on her and she can clearly hear the words ‘shame’, ‘slut’, ‘attention whore’ and ‘pathetic’ from several of the women.

‘Oh God, Oh God, Oh God,’ Clarrisa thinks over and over.

When they finally get to the table, the hostess excuses herself and quickly walks away. Clarrisa shudders as her bare ass makes contact with the velvet cushion of her chair. She cannot believe it has come to this. She is sitting in one of the most prominent restaurants in the city, among people who now consider her a slut… butt naked. Even if things went back to normal tomorrow, she cannot erase what has happened today.

“This is fun,” Olivia says with a smile before handing Clarrisa her cell phone. “Snap a selfie and send it to your husband.”

“What?” Clarrisa asks.

“Do it. Make sure to get some of the other diners in the shot. I want your husband to see what a public whore he married,” Olivia demands.

With shaking hands, Clarrisa takes her cell phone and does as she is instructed. There isn’t much point in fighting back anymore. Her reputation is gone. Her dignity is gone. Her modesty is gone. There is no way that her husband isn’t going to divorce her.

After snapping the selfie, she quickly sends the photo to her husband and hands her cell phone back to Olivia who smiles brightly.

“Well, well. I figured that you’d try to type out a quick message to him or something. I’ve broken you, haven’t I? It’s only day one and I’ve broken you. I love it!” Olivia says, clapping her hands.

Clarrisa just bows her head and remains silent. Suddenly, she is aware of a waiter standing over her. He looks a little uncomfortable.

“Um, Mrs. Bennett, I must say that you have very beautiful tits and a lovely pussy,” the waiter says, making Olivia laugh. “I saw you walking towards the table, you have a very nice ass, too.”

“Oh, this is too good! This is too good!” Olivia laughs, wiping a tear from her eye.

“May I please take your orders?” the waiter asks, his face as red as a tomato.

“Please, order whatever you like, Clarrisa. My treat. You’ve already made my year,” Olivia says with a smile. “As for me, I’ll have a cheeseburger well done and a small order of french fries.”

“And you, Mrs. Bennett?” the waiter asks.

“Same,” Clarrisa answers.

“Very well,” the waiter says before turning and leaving.

“Oh, I just have to buy your daughter a present. Afterall, she has given me the greatest gift I could have ever asked for,” Olivia says with a grin.

Clarrisa puts her hands to her face and begins to sob gently into them. She had been wrong when she considered the walk to the table to be the most humiliating moment of her life. Having the waiter, who knew her by name, compliment her private areas with such crude names was ten times more humiliating.

“Oh hon, that was just one person complimenting you. You’ll soon have a steady stream of them. Don’t forget the pictures. Wait until he has his face right next to your cooch. You might want to save some tears until then,” Olivia advises.