Unwilling Models

UNWILLING MODELS: BUSINESS BIMBO

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The new laws deliberately set out to make the lives of women miserable and humiliating, and when it came to fashion, one such law required that no underwear be sold to women that was not humiliating or painful for them to wear.

In relation to the advertising of underwear, the law also provided that no woman would be allowed to *consent* to model such underwear in promotions, but that manufacturers may compel a woman of suitable measurements to work as a model providing that a psychological profile showed she would be suitably humiliated and demeaned by the work.

That was how Donna Everett, the CEO of one of the nation’s largest consultancy firms, found herself **** to spend a week modelling Slutwear’s new “Business Bimbo” line of lingerie. She didn’t want to, but Slutwear had identified she had the right measurements, and it was clear from her initial response that she would be *deeply* humiliated by taking part in the photoshoot, and so Slutwear was able to engage police to forcibly arrest Donna in her office and convey her to the studios where the photoshoot would take place.

When she got there, she tried to throw her weight around.

“Don’t you know who I am?” she demanded. But of course they did know, and that was the entire reason why she was there.

“I’ll ruin your lives,” she threatened. “I can buy and sell you a thousand times over.”

But any attempt at retaliation would result in Donna’s arrest and likely imprisonment.

They just laughed at her, and the police ripped her clothes from her, and they laughed more when her proud façade collapsed as she futilely tried to hide her tits and cunt from the gaze of the largely-male crew. There were even tears in her bitchy, privileged eyes.

They started by photographing her nude body. These pictures wouldn’t form part of the campaign, but Slutwear would ensure they were leaked onto the internet, so the whole world would see Donna Everett nude and helpless. They made her cup her tits and spread her pussy lips open and turn around and bend over so that they could get photos of her anus.

Then came the lingerie itself – pink cotton infantile things that made Donna look like a sexy baby. They did her hair in pigtails. The bra cups and the crotch of the panties had spiky plastic inserts in them, to ensure that they would painful to the woman that was wearing them, and the crew took every opportunity to squeeze Donna’s tits once she was wearing the bra to enjoy the pained squeals she made as the spikes jammed into her fuckbags.

The ads would run nationwide. All of them would show Donna in a suggestive pose, with the words “BUSINESS BIMBO” at the bottom, and one of several slogans at the top. “My tits do my thinking!” said one. “Fuck your way to the top!” said another. “I’m a silly little slut!” read a third. By the end of the year, no one would ever see Donna without associating her with one of those slogans.

In public spaces, the company would run the “clean” ads – with Donna’s tits and cunt appropriately covered, and Donna the only person in the photo.

But for more premium and adult environments, Slutwear wanted another set of shots. For these they brought in three men from Donna’s own company – a junior mail clerk, a middle manager, and one of the senior managers directly below Donna.

They had to slap her a few times to get her to do what they wanted – which was to suck the men’s cocks. They needed photos of Donna, kneeling, in the Business Bimbo lingerie, happily suckling on the cock of her subordinate, as suited men stood around her and talked over the top of her.

She needed to suck all three men to orgasm three times each before the shoot was done. They wanted shots of her with the men’s cum on her face and tits, but they also wanted images of her opening her mouth to show the cum on her tongue, or deliberately drooling it over her titflesh.

Finally, they needed to shoot the video ad. For this, they held a party where they booked out a ballroom and invited every man in Donna’s company. Donna was **** to crawl into the ballroom on all fours, before finally rising in front of a man – the junior mail clerk from before, dressed in a very dapper suit – who put a dog collar around her neck and clipped a leash to it.

He then passed her a wine glass filled to the brim with cum. Donna looked at the camera seductively (it took her several takes, and several slaps, to get this right), and said, “I know *my* place in the company. I’m the Business Bimbo.” And then she raised the glass to her lips and drained the cum in one gulp.

When Donna was finally released to return to work, she discovered that the Board of her company had restructured in her absence. One of the men below her had been promoted into the CEO spot, and Donna’s duties had been reclassified as “secretary”. She would now sit outside her new boss’ office and prepare his emails and get him coffee. And she would be required to wear nothing but Business Bimbo lingerie to work.

Donna tried to seek help from a lawyer, but it turned out that the Board could set her whatever duties they liked, and specify any uniform they chose, provided her salary remained the same. But also they could pay her salary in whatever currency they chose, and Donna soon discovered that the majority of her pay would be in the form of non-transferrable vouchers for the local strip club. And nor could she quit, for the next five years, without paying back her entire salary since she had first started at the company.

So when her new boss summoned Donna to his office, and took his cock out of his pants, and beckoned, Donna knew that she had no options. She got down on all fours, and crawled over, and began to suck.

And behind her boss, as she sucked, Donna could see one of her own advertising posters on the wall. “Business Bimbo!” it read. And, “I’m a silly little slut…”

(TO BE FOLLOWED BY ANOTHER "UNWILLING MODELS" STORY!)