“Just some clothes...”

“Umm… just some clothes” you reply looking around the room, some kind of office you guess. There is a couch on one side of the room, a desk in a corner along some bookcases and two other doors beside the one you just entered trough. The room is a mess with paper spread out on the desk, the floor is dirty and it doesn’t look like the office has been cleaned for some time.

“Really… let’s see!” the old man mumbles and as you turn to face him after surveying the room you see that he has opened your bag. “This is nice!” he exclaims as he pulls your small black mini-skirt up, “I’ll bet this would look great on you honey!” he tells you, making you blush as he is old enough to be your granddad and he is blatantly eying you up while he search your back of naughty outfits.

“You think sir?” you **** yourself to reply in an innocent voice, remembering that you got to make this dirty old man happy.

“You bet... and this!” his smile wide as he pulls your tiny bikini from the bag, “You ever wear this to the beach, sweetheart?” he asks of you as he feels the material between his fingers, “I bet you turn quite a bit heads, don’t you?”

“Oh… I don’t know mister” you reply turning a little red and wishing you hadn’t gotten yourself into this.

“Well I think you do!” he says as he pulls the final outfit from your bag, “You’re a teasing little slut, aren’t you?” he hiss as he hold the tiny white teddy and the fishnet nylons in his hands, “Are you a tease, a slut?” he repeats, clearly looking for a reply.

“Yes sir…” you whispers looking at your feet, hating that you have to please this man and cursing yourself for getting to this just because you wanted some more money.

“Good…” you sense him stepping towards you, “Why don’t you put on this sexy little number” he tells you and hands you the teddy, nylons and a couple of high heels. “You’ll like that wouldn’t you?” he asks caressing your cheek and lifting your head to make eye contact.

“Yes” you whisper, terrified by the whole situation, “… yes sir, thank you” you finish a sudden submissive side of you appearing.

“Good girl” he grabs you by the hip and turns you towards one of the door, “You can change in there honey” he tells you and gently push you in that direction.

As if in a trance you move to the door finding an equally dirty bathroom that you guess hasn’t been cleaned for even longer then the office. You look into the mirror and study your reflection… with a sigh you remind yourself that you have to do this and your body quivers as you remember the threat from Sammy. You peel you your halter and the daisy dukes before picking up the lingerie to put it on for a second time, but this time you don’t feel any excitement putting it on.