Meg's next challenge

The next challenge you posed to your little fuck puppet was to dress up in a whorish outfit and go out walking around a dodgy part of town after dark. At first Meg was frightened to do exactly what a young woman like her should never do, however, once you pointed out that she was looking to have sex with strangers she realised that she shouldn't be scared since she was pretty much hoping for what other women feared.

That Saturday night she decided on an outfit whilst on video call with you, giving you the final say in what she wore. The two of you eventually decided on something sure to attract her the wrong kind of attention. The outfit was practically just a set of white lingerie. The main components included a white cupless bra with rings to outline her nipples and a white thong which did nothing to cover her pussy or ass. For shoes she wore a pair of thigh-high fuck-me pumps and for warmth she donned a feathery white jacket. On top of all this she had on her classic prostitute style make-up along with a white choker around her neck.

With her outfit on she hesitantly took a taxi to a side of town she had never been to before, the whole trip getting constant stares from the driver. When she arrived she was met with exactly what she would have expected. It was a mixed industrial and residential area with flickering street lights and run down buildings. The streets were quiet and so she simply started walking without a purpose, unsure what exactly to do.

After only a few minutes of walking, she had the exact type of encounter you anticipated. She heard them before she saw them, a chorus of wolf whistles coming from behind her. When she swivelled around, she was met with a large group of maybe a dozen young black men rushing to catch up to her as if she were their prey and they were on the hunt. Meg later told you that in that moment she thought her heart stopped and if it hadn't caused her to freeze she probably would have tried to run out of sheer intimidation.

"Damn shorty what's a pretty girl like you doing walking around these streets dressed like THAT at this time of night. You know what kinda trouble you might run into?" One had said to her as they swarmed around her, blocking off any hope of leaving.

"You ask me, I reckon she was hoping to run into trouble. That true shorty." Added another.

"Maybe." She managed to squeeze out between panicked breaths.

Even this vague response got the group excited, even more than they already were seeing a stunning bimbo like her walking the streets at night.

"Why don't you come back to our hangout with us and we can see what sorta trouble we can get into." The ringleader had replied.

When she nodded meekly he put his arm around her shoulder and the group of them started walking together. On the walk there he had asked her if she was a hooker, to which she responded with no. They all seemed somewhat confused at first but were pleased when they realised the alternative, she was just some white bitch looking for a good time at no cost to them. The whole walk they groped and prodded at her body, she had never felt that many hands on her body at once. They weren't shy whatsoever, showing no remorse when she looked at them after they had squeezed her ass, tits or thighs.