Walk of Shame

Clarke revelled in Ria's discomfort. His eyes were wide with excitement, yet his voice sounded cold and authoritative as he ordered, "Hitch up your skirt."

"Excuse me?"

"Don't question me. Do what I say?"

"But?"

"There are no buts now you've signed the contract. I own you until the 1st May." Clarke stared at Ria dead in the eyes. "And now I want to see how serious you are about saving your career." He reminded her of what was a stake. "And if you don't start behaving, and wasting my time, everyone you love and care about will be overly familiar with your pussy and tits as I will dump your videos."

Even if Clarke now had Ria's attention, she continued to hesitate. There were a few reasons why Ria didn't want to hitch up her skirt. There was obviously the fact of doing such a ludicrous act in front of her loathsome blackmailer was shameful. There was also the glass wall of the meeting where any of her colleagues could walk past and see her exposure. And finally the pressing fact she hadn't shaved her sex for over a month. Ria continued to hesitate leading Clarke to bark. "Don't make me count to three, little girl, or I'll dump the videos."

Ria climbed from her chair. Her heart was racing. Literally pounding in her chest as the pressure grew.

She gathered the hem of her pencil skirt in her hands then played with the fabric, running it between her long fingers.

Biting her lip Ria slowly pulled up her skirt over her youthful brown thighs. Upon reaching her upper thigh she held it in situ, showing just a hint of her royal blue panties.

"Higher, Ria."

An exasperated Ria let out a groan, but she did as she was told, raising her skirt then bunching it up at her slender waist.

Now showing the full length of her pin-ike legs from her black high heel shoes, right up to her French lace high-leg panties, Ria felt herself burn with embarrassment.

Clarke snickered as he noticed dark curls of pubic hair poking out of the sides of her panties. He turned to James. "I always heard Indian women liked to grow out their bushes.

" I never knew that "

" When in an Indian slum brothel it's how you can tell Hindu from Muslim whores apart."

"Oh really?

Clarke appeared smug as he rubbed his chin. "I've done my research." He then gestured to Ria's crotch."You could be fresh off the boat with a pubic carpet like that, Ria."

"I wasn't expecting this, obviously. Or I'd have shaved."

Clarke saw that Ria was about to push her skirt back down."No, no. One second" Clark could see something white under the lace of her panties. He leaned forward to inspect. "Is that toilet roll?"

"Yes. It's better than a pad. Allows my skin to breathe."

"Is that also an Indian thing?"

"I'm not Indian, Clarke." Ria stamped her heel into the floor like a petulant schoolgirl. " How many times do I...."

"You brownies are all the same to me."

"How racist."

Clarke held out a hand. "Give me the tissue."

"What?"

"Don't make me ask twice or I'll fuck you in the ass, right here."

Ria felt herself shake rage, yet still pulled out the tissue from her panties then handed it to Clarke. "Here."

Clarke passed the tissue under his nose and smelt her sacred scent. His face scrunched up before mocked, "God, you can smell the curry on it." The tormentor offered it to James who declined a smell, so he instead scrunched the tissue into a ball then threw it at Ria, sniggering as it bounced off her delicate nose.

Clarke leaned back into his chair. "Lower your skirt back down." He watched as Ria quickly smoothed her skirt back down using her soft white palms. "One final test."

"Lord, no. Not another."

"I want you to leave this room with the back of your skirt stuck into your panties." Clarke grinned. The glint in his eye showed he was clearly pleased with his moment of inspiration. "You must walk to your car as if you haven't noticed your arse is on show until a colleague brings it to your attention. James and I will follow at a distance to make sure you don't cheat."

"That's so stupid and childish. You're making a show of me for no reason."

"Yes. But that's the point. Plus, it will look nothing more than an unfortunate wardrobe mishap."

"You're so cruel."

"I'm not dear." In an instant Clarke's face turned into a threatening scowl. "But, let me be clear… you don't want to find out how cruel I can be."

Ria pulled the waistband at the back of her panties then tucked the hem of her skirt inside, exposing her shapely bottom.

"Now walk, you dusky maiden. Act as if you're unaware. Don't ask for help."

As well as feeling the burn of public humiliation Ria felt the cold air on her backside and upper legs.

She walked towards the door then scooted out into the corridor. Clarke stood and began to follow, but asked, "What's the rush? No running in the workplace. Ria."

"It's hard not to rush."

"Remember, naturally calm. If someone stops and chats, act as normal, or you know what will happen?"

Ria slowed her pace and began her walk of shame. Clarke eyes gorged on her brown cheeks moving to the rhythm of her gait.

To get to the car park from the meeting room, Ria had to walk through accounts and administration which is a large open plan office. She would then reach the elevators that would lead to the reception area in the main lobby.

Ria knew eyes would be upon her. She just hoped a friend would save her before the ridicule began.

She entered the buzz and hum of the open plan office. About 50 people worked on this floor. Ria usually reigns supreme here. Everyone admires her because at one time or another they have needed her support and guidance.

Ria saw Nic, the office flirt. He smiled and winked, then chirped a cheeky 'yo'. She usually humoured him but this time just smiled and continued.

So far so good and Ria continued her walk through the centre of large office space.

Karen and Reshmin from accounts were her friends and were walking towards her. She prayed they'd notice her predicament and help her, but they only nodded a hello, before walking past.

Ria then heard a growing volume of male chatter from behind. She also saw, and felt the glances and stares. She knew she was at the centre of gossip. She worried if someone had taken a picture or a video. Yet what concerned Ria the most was the fact no one was coming to rescue her from her **** fashion faux pas.

Giggles and snorts of laughter felt like hot wax burning her ears as her reputation melted away.

Ria's cheeks were alight with embarrassment. It was now clear she had been spotted.

At the elevators she punched in her floor number. As she waited, she shifted her weight from foot to foot and her eyes laser focused on the red neon floor display. The numbers counted down glacially slow. She could not bear any longer and span around trying to hide backside against elevator doors.

But as Ria looked out at the office she saw that as well as Clarke, several men looked embarrassed that they had been caught eying her butt

Clarke told Ria to turn back around. She did, showing off her backside once more to the office.

Clarke had plans for the thirty-second elevator trip to the ground floor, but as the door opened and they stepped inside, a female colleague, a young intern rushed to Ria's aid, and pulled out Ria's skirt from her panties.

"Oh. Thank you Grace. I.. I feel mortified."

Grace smiled at Ria. "It can happen to the best of us, boss."

"It can." Ria had spent the last six months moulding Grace to be a strong professional woman, just like herself.

Clarke looked at the young black woman, almost licking his lips "That was very ladylike of you. Well done."

"Thank you sir."

"I hope to see you around."

It was clear to Ria that Clarke was taking interest in Grace, but she wanted to keep Grace away from Clarke and out of what was now going on between them. "Go back to your duties, Grace - they look like they need you over there with the Social Distancing signs."

Grace smiled then, as ordersd, went back to her colleagues

The elevator doors closed.

Clarke didn't feel too disappointed that his fun with Ria had been stopped short. This was just a trial, a gentle warm up.

Ria had already proved that under her steely facade she actually had a soft submissive core, which he planned to exploit.

"Ria. I have a lunch appointment at the Old Boys Club." Ria didn't answer."And I've just decided that you'll be waiting on the tables."

Ria still didn't say anything. But she knew she was going to do it. For the next month she had **** but to.