He shows you off a little.

"Come on, Amber," Trevor said with a grin. "Can't you see how many people are looking at you right now? Why don't you give them a show? Wave to them."

Your face burned and his words pricked at you, refusing to allow you to even pretend that you were alone. That you weren't being seen by dozens of people right now. That a crowd wasn't gathering, gesturing and pointing. Hating yourself and feeling tears in your eyes, you sat up on your hind legs and waved to the crowd; the flash of cameras bathed your body and you pressed your eyes tightly closed.

"That's a look I can get behind," Miranda chuckled. "You look much more dignified like that than in your uniform. It's as if part of you has always wanted to be in this exact situation."

Silently, you shook your head, but it was hard to deny that you felt strange. Heat boiled inside of you. Humiliation crashed against you in waves. It got worse as Trevor made you move through the crowd. people began to reach out, to stroke your body, fingers brushing against your skin. You jumped with each point of contact, jolting and shaking. You looked to Trevor, hoping that he would tell them to stop.

But he did not.

For ten more minutes, you were led through the crowded city. Your blond hair hung low over your face. You crawled on your hands and knees, enduring touches and the caresses of strangers. The mockery of Miranda and Serenity, and the silent but powerful presence of Trevor who was to be your master for the next month.

Master! You were going to have a master!

You shook your head, the heat throbbed through your body. Your senses burned with an intense wave of shame and humiliation. Part of you wanted to sink into the ground, never to be seen again.

And it had only started! How would you survive a month of this?

Eventually, Trevor led you to a large red car. It was sitting on the side of the street, carelessly parked. By then your heart was pounding like a drum, and you were happy to get any cover at all. He opened it and gestured for Serenity to get into the backseat. There were three spaces there, and you quickly realised what was going to happen.

First Serenity, then you, then Miranda. The two tormentors on either side of you as Trevor got into the front. Outside, the crowd was dispersing and you finally let out a sigh of relief.

But it didn't last long. You yelped, jerking as something stroked the inside of your thigh, probing the exterior of your panties with a careless touch.

"She's soaking," said Serenity, looking at her hand and then to you. "I suppose that clenches it then. No wonder she agreed to our terms. Bet you she's always wanted to do something like this."

"N-no," you shook your head. "I don't, I mean, I never would. I just need the money."

Serenity grinned.

"Your pussy says otherwise. How wet are you right now? I bet you it felt good to be the centre of attention, didn't it? I bet you you felt all hot and tingly.Well, don't worry, Amber. We're going to do a lot more than that by the time the month is over."

The car started to drive and you sank back into your chair. Serenity's words danced in your mind and you felt like you were being driven off to an unknown doom.