a party, and you're the gift of honor

"Ah, there you are. Right on time. I like that!" Marcia greets you as you return to her position at the cosmetics boutique. The store is dimly lit, now, almost all have left. Marcia now wears a crimson party dress with tiny spaghetti straps at the shoulders over the earlier black undergarments. It sparkles and shimmers, even in the low light, with her every cat-like move.

You stand and watch as the woman puts your purse and ID in her own satchel as she reaches for a small jewelry box. Marcia has you turn around as she attaches the leather choker behind your neck. You see in the reflection of a nearby makeup mirror that rhinestone letters spell out, in two lines, 'MARCIAS' GIFT. You also feel and hear a snap next to your ear. You see the woman has added a thin leather lead to the collar.

"We are going to a Christmas party for Masy's employees. If you plan on leaving there with your ID and purse you will do everything you are asked. Every one was asked to bring a little something to the party and you are my gift. So make sure my coworkers are kept happy. Now, down on your knees and walk out into the mall like the little slut dog you are!"

You feel very demeaned by this fiery blonde woman, but know, if you are to make it home, you need to obey her every whim. Resignedly, you drop to your hands and knees and gently pad out to the mall corridor.

The mall is closed, but there still are a few stragglers. Little did they know they would be treated to the sight of a tall blonde woman in a clingy red sheath walking an equally beautious, if not overly made-up, blonde in a black leather dress. The open latticework on the leather dress was doing as little as possible to cover any feminine pulchritude.

Of course, the blonde in the two-piece leather outfit was you and you knew the men that walked by were getting quite a show. First, from the front, where your cleavage was easily viewed as you crawled by. And, also from the rear, where the tight leather mini had worked its' way up to put you on full display, your pussylips oozing as the tight skirt caused them to rub against themselves.

As your little 'walk' continues the length of the mall, you wonder where you could be headed. With most of the lights off, you are somewhat disoriented. Then, you hear the strains of.."let's get this party started..."