Vanessa receives further "help"

The girls who had found Vanessa working off her community service in the ladies public restroom playfully decided that she needed their help as she was so unfamiliar with this work. So far they had put her expensive shoes in the toilet, then made her put the disgusting and sopping wet shoes back on before they then used her blazer to mop up the dirt streaked restroom floor. She thought they would soon be growing tired of messing with her, that they would have a good laugh and then leave, but the leader seemed to have seen something in Vanessa's eyes she didn't like, and so they continued to torment her.

"I don't know," said the one Vanessa had come to think of as Bandanna as she wore a bright red one around her neck, "I don't think we're doing much but pushing this mess around with this," she motioned to Vanessa's blazer which now lay on the ground covered in grime and dirt.

"Yeah, this isn't working," another one of the girls agreed.

"Well I guess we need to try something else then," Bandanna concluded and then turned on Vanessa who would have fled the building if the third girl hadn't been standing right behind her. Bandanna then came up to Vanessa and without a word squatted down and pulled the disgraced CEO's skirt down. Before she knew it the skirt was down her shapely legs and her lace panties and stocking tops were on display.

"Oh, no, stop please!" Vanessa pleaded but the girls ignored her.

Bandanna instead grabbed her by her long dark hair and threw her to the hard tile floor. She ran the faucet and soaked Vanessa's skirt before tossing it in her face. "There, that should do the trick, now get to work, we gave you the tools, now we want this whole floor clean enough to eat off."

On her hands and knees with her big round ass in the air Vanessa didn't see as she had much choice. If she didn't do what they said they might hurt her. So as much as it went against her personal sense of dignity, she did as they said, and started using her fine designer skirt as a rag to scrub the filthy restroom floor while the girls watched and laughed.

They weren't happy to just let her scrub the floor as she saw fit though, no they continuously stopped her and told her that she had missed a spot or that she needed to scrub something harder. When she didn't or couldn't scamper fast enough on her hands and knees to follow their directions they then took great delight in smacking her bottom or snapping her wet blazer back at her locker room towel style. Before long her poor bottom, thighs and any other exposed skin, like her arms and neck, was covered in angry red welts.

When they grew tired of watching Vanessa push muck around on the floor she was far from done. She was however quite dirty herself by this point. Her remaining clothes were wet and filthy, and her stockings were torn. Just about the only part of her largely still clean was her hair which she was careful to keep off the floor.

"Well, now that the floor is looking better let's move on," Bandanna announced with a clap of her hands. "But first..."