We’ll see soon enough. Meanwhile, in a moving vehicle…

“This is fucking ridiculous.” Jennifer grumbled, her arms crossed over her sore, pasty-covered nipples. She sat in the back seat of the rental car next to Mary while Angela drove and Lacey sat studying a map beside her. The four made quite the sight: all clad only in pink heels, heart pasties, and g-strings.

“For sure.” Lacey murmured, folding the map up to place it in the glove compartment. “Turn left up ahead, Ange, then straight for a couple more miles.”

“Got it.” Angela responded with an equally flat tone. She was used to being squeezed into embarrassing outfits—as was Lacey, and to a lesser extent Jennifer—though she had not been planning on an outing to such a public place in one on her remote vacation.

“That bitch could have at least let us keep our phones.” Jennifer continued, happy to stew in a foul mood thanks to their current predicament.

Mary shifted uncomfortably, still not sure exactly how she felt about Talia after her more… intimate contacts with the raven-haired younger woman. She had the same confidence about her that her husband did, which is something she’d sorely missed since the ordeal with Pastel had started. “We’ll get them back once we finish this challenge, I guess.” She weakly rejoined.

Jennifer just huffed in annoyance. “Whatever, I’m going to try get a little nap in. Wake me up when we get to the mall.”

The other girls weren’t in any mood to disagree, so they let Jennifer quietly slip into a peaceful slumber. As she drifted off, she couldn’t help but remember the last first she had been put into an embarrassing outfit and sent out for another person’s amusement…

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Jennifer paced around her apartment nervously. After the Shift just thirteen days ago, it seemed like the world had flipped around then righted itself all in the span of a week. The first day was absolute chaos, but order had been restored shockingly quickly. Though several political processes were still being reformed, at least a basic understanding of law and order had been established. If anybody did anything too drastic to upset the apple cart, enforcement actions would be swift and decisive. And sometimes violent. Very violent. The powers that be would absolutely not tolerate any major changes that might have foisted them from those positions. Since Eli wasn’t exactly a stallion, the two of them had been holed up in her apartment after Jennifer finally escaped from work during the second day. Turns out that one of the office interns had the biggest dick, because Jennifer and the other “office hotties” as he’d called them were stuck there pleasing his every whim until he gave in and fucked one of the other girls at the office. Since they were then equal in status, she was able to get most of the staff out before beating the shit out of him for what he’d done.

For the most part, micro-communities like that had seemingly proven to be fragile—it only took one mistake or one intruder to wreck the community’s rigid structure—but people with lower status like Jen were still scared of stepping out into the street without someone who could call them back. Eli had reached out to his brother, Jason, to be their “status security” for a while until things stabilized a bit more, and he’d agreed. Jennifer had only met Jason once before, and was a little worried about seeing him again. He’d spent most of that first meeting leering at her body, not that she’d really minded at the time. Jen always loved how she looked, and she had no problem at all leveraging those looks to get what she wanted. A few bats of her eyelashes or a strategic bend here and there was all she needed to charm Eli’s male relatives and become “part of the family” in record time.

But now, those looks were a liability. They made her a tempting target, and she didn’t have the status to stand up for herself anymore. She was immensely relieved when the management of her apartment building issued a “tenant code of conduct” that attempted to address some of these problems for their tenants while on the property. Essentially, it mandated that if you didn’t want to risk eviction, you had to limit certain ways that you, or your guests, used your status in the complex: no taking over other peoples apartments and entering without prior agreement from management, no changing a female resident’s status without her consent, and no property damage or destruction, for example. Unfortunately, the tenancy code wasn’t all positive. Although Congress was working on a law about how commands amounting to **** employment should be handled—there was extensive floor debate around whether it should be banned, regulated, or embraced as a new fact of life—but until then, the government had passed that legislation businesses could simply conscript lower-status potential workers as “contract workers” or “temporary laborers” and pay them whatever rate the preexisting laws demanded. Normally, this was minimum wage, and once again targeted attractive, younger women like Jennifer to work both as cheap labor and eye candy at any given establishment. And, in the case of the tenancy code, Jen had found herself as one of the tenants conscripted into the “hospitality team”: an all-female, busty group of lower-status ladies who had to wear skimpy outfits and serve as champagne and blowjob dispensers for various events coordinated by the complex’s management at least twice a week. She didn’t enjoy it, but knew that things could have been worse, and it’s not like any of the other places they could afford were doing anything different.

The door swung open and Eli came in first, holding up an almost inhuman amount number of grocery bags on his arms. Jen breathed a deep sigh of relief and rushed to help him in. Jason wasn’t far behind him. He dragged a tightly-packed suitcase behind him with one hand while the other held another heaving bag of supplies to keep the three of them going in their little shelter.

“Oh god, I’m glad you’re back.” Jennifer said, helping Eli guide the grocery bags safely down on the counter. “The maintenance man came by again while you were gone. He fixed the kitchen faucet’s constant dripping, but not before having me suck something else dry.”

Eli nodded, clearly out of breath from scaling the stairs from the parking lot with that many grocery bags. “Sounds about right from Carl.”

Jason dropped his bag down and placed the groceries on the counter, adding to the massive pile. “Hey, Jen. Nice to see you again.”

“Hi, Jason. Yeah, likewise. Thanks for coming to stay with us for a bit. Hopefully things won’t be so hectic while you’re here.” Jennifer said warmly, trying to hold back her suspicion. Jason was Eli’s younger brother, and seemed like a pretty typical frat bro as far as she was concerned. She doubted his end-game was merely as altruistic as helping his brother out, but she was a lot more interested in having someone who could keep her home and help salvage their professional lives than interrogating his motivations.

“Yeah, totally. I’ll try help keep you guys on track until things settle down a bit, I guess. Oh, could one of you guys take me to the leasing office? Eli said that you guys made some arrangements for me to stay with them, but they probably need me to sign the papers you told me about in person now, right?”

Eli nodded in response as Jen sighed. “I’ll take you. Today is one of my, uh, hospitality shifts, so I have to head down there soon anyways.”

“Sure. Wait, what’s a hospitality shift?”

Jennifer shifted her weight with slight annoyance as the elevator descended to the main level. Jason wasn’t even trying to hide his lingering gaze on her barely-covered body. This week, the hospitality team had been given Playboy bunny outfits. Jennifer’s, however, was not exactly equipped to handle her curvy figure. The leotard was a size too small, which could easily be determined from her breasts spilling over its flimsy top and her ass consuming its already insubstantial bottom into a thong.

“Damn, you really do look good.” Jason said, almost whistling appreciatively.

“Jason, seriously? You just got here. And you’re supposed to help me be less of a sex object, not joining in on the—”

“Way things are?” Jason cut her off before continuing. “Look, I get that it’s probably really tough for you. You’re a boss bitch, and you’ve got a great body that I’m sure had guys dropping like flies for you. But that’s not how things work anymore. For any of us.” His tone softened as Jen’s face fell. “But, hey, I am here to help you out. I’m not a bad guy, I’m just…”

“Too horny for your own good?” Jennifer laughed out coldly.

Jason just smiled and shrugged. “Something like that, I guess.”

There was a pause, and the elevator shuttered to a sudden halt.

“Look… I understand that things aren’t going to be the same again. For me or for Eli. So if our dynamic shifts with societies, I get that. But you have to be cool about this if you want your stay to be even close to welcome.”

Jason nodded. “You got it, Jen.”

They walked into the leasing office together and looked around for a moment, failing to see a leasing associate anywhere, before Jen sighed and shook her head.

“Great, there’s nobody here. Well, I guess you’ll enjoy this then.”

She dropped down into a squat and started undoing Jason’s belt.

“Whoa! Jen! I thought we just talked about this.”

She sighed once again as his cock sprung free and her body automatically moved to begin kissing and licking it before she would be compelled to take it into her mouth.

“We did. I have to do this to keep you here since there’s no associate. Call the office number while I’m stuck doing this.”

Jason just smiled as Jennifer stopped talking, sucking his cock just like she had clearly been told.

“Actually, babe. I think we can just wait for someone to show up.”

He walked back towards a chair, watching her scowl up while crawling to keep his dick in her mouth. He sat down and contentedly chuckled as Jennifer continued demonstrating why she was the hospitality team’s most talented member.