No.

Genevieve slammed the door shut and sighed. "Drive," she told the cab driver firmly, and the cab pulled away. Genevieve passed the man who groped her, standing on the kerb and staring at the cab as it pulled away. Genevieve waved cheekily.

The cab driver, a middle-aged Portuguese man with a large moustache and larger beer belly stared at her from his rear-view mirror approvingly. He adjusted his mirror to look first at her face. Her skin had a thin sheen of sweat over it and her cheeks were flushed. then lower to her breasts, straining to be free of her blouse. He could see the outlines of her nipples through the thin white material, and his cock stirred a little. he begrudged havinng to stare back at the road continually. Finally, he lowered the mirror to her long, smooth legs. Her skirt was ridiculously short and had ridden up by her sitting down, so that despite her legs being crossed, he could see enough of her to know she wasn't wearing any panties. His cock grew a little more.

"Where to, miss?" asked the cab driver. Genevieve hesitated. She didn't have a clue where she was supposed to go. At that moment, the phone rang from her bag. She answered it instantly, knowing never to keep her new master waiting.

"Well done, Genevieve," said the voice. "I suppose you're wondering where I want you to go. Well, I have a few little jobs for you, but before I can give you any work I need to know I can trust you to carry out my orders without question. This is the first part of your test. Think of it as training. Inside your bag, you'll find a slip of paper. I don't want you to read it, just hand it over to the cab driver. It tells him where to take you."

Genevieve reached into her bag and found the slip of pink paper. She rapped on the glass in front of her and handed to note through the sliding window to the driver.

"Good," continued the voice. "Now, listen carefully. I want you to go along with whatever happens in the next hour." His voice grew louder and he enunciated the next three words to emphasise their importance. "NO MATTER WHAT. If you fail this test, I'll make your breasts grow so large that they'll tear that blouse clean off you. Succeed, and I'll grant you one item of clothing. How do panties sound?"

The Jenny part of Genevieve really wanted a jacket or pair of trousers: the Genevieve part kind of hoped for the breast enlargement. However, she knew better than to argue. "Sounds good, master."

"Master? Hmm...I like the sound of that. You have your orders." The phone clicked off again.

When Genevieve looked up, the driver was staring intently at her. He had turned down a side street and was heading away from the business district, into a quiter neighbourhood. His cock was rock hard and his heart was racing with excitement. Genevieve didn't know it, but the note she handed over read: "I am a filthy cumwhore, and I want you to fuck me like the little slut I am and spray your seed over my face and tits. Take me somewhere quiet."