Pierre gets Jessica to slut it up for him

“Everything alright, darling?”

She turned her head to look up at him, her hair fanning out on the sheets like a halo. She smiled and nodded, not quite trusting herself to speak.

“Want some more?!” Pierre held out the joint, yet she felt like he wasn’t just talking about the weed. She nodded, taking the offered joint and taking a greedy drag.

“Fuck…” she muttered, blowing out light blue smoke. “That was intense!”

She almost immediately realized that she was in over her head, that if anything, this joint was even stronger than the last, but in her current state of mind she didn’t feel like being responsible. Instead, she took another deep pull. Scooting backwards, she leaned against the headboard next to Pierre and the two of them sat naked and in silence, passing the spliff back and forth.

“What’s that?” Pierre asked after a while, nodding towards the two paper bags Jessica had brought along that were now sitting on the floor next to the bed.

“Gifts I got…” Jessica replied simply, watching as Pierre leaned over to snatch them up. He peeked into the one containing the massage oils and selfcare products, but quickly put it aside to focus on the other one. Pulling out the slutty leather skirt and lacy white crop top he burst out laughing.

“What the fuck is this?!”

Jessica giggled. “I visited a fashion show and the designer gave them to me…”

“Has he ever seen you? What gave him the idea that you would like this kind of outfit?”

The two of the shared a hearty laugh, both of them feeling the effects of the joint. Pierre tossed the garments aside, then pulled the last objects from the bag. “Now, these are fun!” he regarded the long-shafted, white boots with interest. Up close, they seemed even more offensive to Jessica than before. The heels were at least four inches long and looked dangerously thin. Balancing in those would be a chore!

“They’re slutty!”

“Indeed!” Pierre agreed with a grin, then turned towards her, holding them out. “You should put them on!”

“What?!” Jessica was perplexed. The idea of wearing these ridiculous shoes had never even entered her mind.

“Put the boots on!” Suddenly, Pierre’s voice turned very serious and he switched from amused to commanding as he looked deep into Jessica’s eyes as he calmly laid it out to her. “I want you to take these and go to the bathroom. Clean yourself up, put on some make-up and put these on. I want to see you wearing nothing but these slutty boots!”

Jessica stared at him. For a moment she expected him to start laughing, yet he didn’t. Instead, he just stared back, demandingly. She wasn’t used to being commanded around, was used to hold her own in pretty much any situation in her life these days, but it seemed like she was acting out of character today.

“O… okay,” she nodded, taking the boots from his hand. Her voice sounded meek and submissive in her own ears. Sheepishly, she moved to stand when he stopped her once more.

“Jessica?!”

“Yeah?!”

“I want you to shave your pretty pussy, too! I want your cunt completely bald, is that clear?”

She gaped at him, stunned by the sheer audacity of making such a demand. Yet that newly discovered submissive side of hers purred with pleasure. “Okay.”

Sitting back against the wall, Pierre took a deep, relishing drag of the joint as he watched Jessica hurry into the bathroom, boots in hand. That famous booty jiggled enticingly with every step. He smiled. What a good, little slut Jessica Alba was…

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Leaning closer towards the mirror, Jessica uncapped the mascara and lifted the little brush towards her eyes. She carefully applied some of the dark pigments to her lashes with short, precise strokes, then moved over to the other eye to give it the same treatment. She wasn’t quite sure what she was doing here, why she was acting this way, yet she found it strangely easy not to think about it. She felt relaxed, vibrant and alive, more than she had in years of chasing from one appointment to the next, just basking in the thrill of this naughty adventure. Pierre wasn’t really what she’d call attractive, but he knew damn well what he was doing, how to handle her and she found herself loving it.

She put the finishing touches to her eyelids and stood back to give herself a once-over. Still incredulous that she’d do something like this for a man, one she had only met today for that matter, she could not argue that she looked absolutely mesmerizing.

She had washed Pierre’s cum off her belly and freshened up a bit, wiping away sweat and the day’s subtle make-up before applying a spritz of “Sana Jardin Paris Vanilla Nomad”, savoring the earthy-sweet notes of vanilla and sandalwood. After debating a little bit whether or not to pull her hair up into a ponytail, she had decided against it and had instead ruffled it up a little bit to let it fall down to her shoulders in messy waves for a wild, tousled look that paired very well with the dramatic mascara she had just applied. She had put on a few more layers than usual and the effect were spectacular smoky eyes that gave her a sensual-slutty look that she was sure Pierre would appreciate. A slight layer of blusher on her cheeks accentuated the result even more.

Letting her eyes trail downwards along her reflection, she took in another thing Pierre would love. It still felt surreal to her that she had shaved her pussy for him, something she hadn’t done since her twenties, yet her petite sex was now left completely smooth. Seeing her tender lips on full display felt naughty and while she was embarrassed, she also couldn’t deny the thrill. She was a slut for the night and it felt good.

The bald cunt also paired fantastically with the boots. Jessica subconsciously nibbled on her lip as she took in the spectacular footwear. Made from white leather, the shafts reached halfway up her thigh, making for a gorgeous contrast with her tanned skin. As she had thought, the stiletto heels were dangerously narrow and despite her experience walking in heels she found herself struggling to balance. It was, however, an undeniably hot look…

Swallowing hard, Jessica found her composure. It was strange to see herself like this, not just dressed sexy, but downright slutty and it made butterflies fly in her stomach in a way they hadn’t in a long time. Re-capping the mascara, she slipped it back into her make-up bag and turned around, ready to head back out to Pierre.