Yup. How could they not?

Angela’s scream of pleasure got the attention of the two girls sitting downstairs. They looked at each other with a bit of concern. Jen murmured, “Maybe I should give her a break the rest of the day.” Mary nodded, “She does seem to be getting quite the workout.” After a few minutes, the two heard the shower starting upstairs. Mary stood up. “I’m going to go check on her. Make sure she’s doing ok.” Jen chuckled, “Please, three orgasms in a day is better than ok.” Mary couldn’t help but crack a smile as she went up the stairs.

As Mary walked up the spiraling stairs, she pondered her friends predicament. It sucked that she had so little control over it, but the warped part of her mind that had adjusted to the new flood of sexuality the new social order had brought into her life also found it kind of hot. She never would have thought of ordering someone to keep a vibrator ready at all times, but after watching Angela cumming like such a hot slut like that… well, she understood the appeal.

Mary walked down the hallway and was about to knock on the door when she heard an unfamiliar voice just barely audible over the running water. “Keep listening closely and stay quiet for me. You’ll hop in the shower when I’m done with you.”

*Click.*

Mary was shocked. She had never—NEVER—heard of commands working over the phone like this before. Besides, that didn’t sound like a man’s voice. It definitely wasn’t Rod’s. She started to freak out as she pressed her body against the door. She had been commanded to listen, and she wasn’t going to be able to stop. Maybe worse, as soon as this conversation was over, she could tell she would have to “hop in the shower” with Angela too.

“Alright, I’ll be honest, I might have been a little frosty while we were having our little chat earlier. My bad. You are exactly my type with that gorgeous body, and our favorite boy says he doesn’t mind me having just as much fun with you as he has. Isn’t he considerate? So, these are a few residuals you’re going to have to take in for me, little slut.”

Mary absolutely started to panic now. Whatever status this person had, they must be massive. How much higher up than Mark was this girl? And could anybody get them out of commands that seemed to work even over the phone? The voice continued.

“I like your dress code. It’s a good start. But it needs some adjustments. For the most part, it looks like you’re stuck in a perpetual summer wardrobe to get enough cleavage. Not that you don’t look great in sundresses, but I want some more variety. And maybe a bit more embarrassment for you since you’re so cute when you blush. So, here’s your new dress code. You have three options. You are only allowed to pick an option again after rotating fully through all three in a three day cycle. Option one, you are allowed to cover roughly 3% of your skin at any given time. Basically, your max amount of clothing is going to be a g-string and itty-bitty pasties when you pick this. Oh, and I think your heels will count towards this as well so make sure you don’t pick anything too strappy. Otherwise you’ll end up peeling your panties off to keep them on. Yes, that is an order to prioritize your shoes over any other clothes in this limit. Option two, you are only allowed to wear fully sheer clothing. Still keep the heels though. And finally, option three, a tube-top and micro-skirt. The top can only cover a third of those big tits and the skirt has to be short enough to ride up every time you bend over. You’ll have to pick your option for the rest of the day after your shower. Now turn around and shake that ass like a stripper right in the camera for me if you got all that.”

*Click.*

Mary’s mind absorbed her new instructions in overdrive. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. All of those outfits will ruin my life. Nobody at work will take me seriously! What is Mark going to think? Holy, shit, holy—

The sudden movement of her body snapped Mary back to attention. The last command wasn’t to wear the clothes. It was to shake her ass for the camera. Oh fuck, I’m going in there to shake my ass for a camera. Mary realized she was about to become much more intimately involved in this affair than she’d originally hoped.

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Angela was upset. Not only was she stuck sucking off a punk kid at his beck and call, dressing however he liked, and constantly at the mercy of a crazy-powerful vibrator making her cum embarrassingly often in public, she was now stuck with that punk kid’s girlfriend too. Unlike Mary, her husband wasn’t big enough to spare her the little indignities that came with being a bit lower than average on the ladder. Most days she’d wind up exposing herself to strangers at least a little, which was always more than she’d like. As she turned and began shaking her ass for the FaceTime camera, twerking like a stripper, she couldn’t help but reflect on a few of those moments. She remembered the early days after the change, where a much larger than average man made her whole spin class do their bike routines naked for his amusement. She remembered the unfortunate evening when, while walking by a breastaurant while on a date night downtown with Rod, she was conscripted to be one of their nearly-nude service girls working in just the company's bright orange thong for the evening while poor Rod was **** to hold a promotional sign bearing a picture of her "in uniform" outside.

She remembered the last dinner party she went to where she wound up humiliatingly drunk after getting accidentally ordered to drink as much wine as she could by one of her more annoying colleagues.

Hoping to wrap this up and get in the shower as soon as possible, Angela dropped into a squat and spread her legs wide. While she still resented the stripper comment from earlier, Ange couldn’t deny she knew how to move like one. So, why not lean into it and hopefully fulfill the order a bit faster? The creaking of the door snapped her head to the side. Her eyes turned to dinner plates as Mary came in, shut the door behind her, dropped it right next to her, and started twerking too.