Hadley is late to Emma's audition

Upon arriving for her final audition, Emma Fuhrmann learnt that her agent, Hadley, was running twenty minutes late. Feeling extremely nervous, at the prospect of resurrecting her flagging career, Emma slid quietly into the ladies toilets in order to calm herself down and avoid embarrassing herself. Feeling butterflies in her stomach, Emma dashed into the nearest cubicle and unzipped the back of her v neck, teal, jumpsuit that a mysterious voice inside her head this morning had told her to wear. Naturally, the low-cut v neck necessitated not wearing a bra. Sliding her jumpsuit and panties down her legs , Emma was effectively naked as she began to relieve herself, when she heard her friend Ashley Boettcher enter the ladies room. Emma couldn’t believe it, what was Ashley doing here? Emma felt bad enough that she was stealing the starring role promised to Ashley, especially since they had known each other since they were twelve. But now, she would have to take Ashley’s dream role away from her, right in front of everyone! Ashley would be humiliated for sure!

Mysteriously, before Emma knew what was happening, she unlocked the door to her cubicle and kicked it wide open before sitting back down to pee. Astonished, Ashley turned around to see Emma, completely naked, taking a piss. ‘Emma! What are you doing here? Wait, you’re not, are you, you’re not…how could you! I thought we were friends!’ Ashley surmised, working out Emma’s subterfuge. Horrified, Emma tried to close the door to her cubicle, but the voice inside her head, kept her frozen to the seat. John, half controlling her, could not believe what had just happened, he hadn’t planned for it at all!

Gawking, Ashley stared at her naked, double-crossing friend, and with only minimal encouragement from John’s devious voice inside her head, decided to take ****. But, before she could do so, Ashley was stuck staring at her beautiful, disrobed friend. Stunned, Ashley was unable to take her eyes off Emma’s perfect, yet **** breasts and crotch. Blushing, the mortified Emma continued to tinkle, with her hands perplexingly resisting covering herself up. Ashley and Emma had grown up together, and Emma knew that Ashley had grown increasingly jealous of her shimmering brunette curls, alluring, coquettish cheeks and her late blossoming hourglass figure, including her tantalizingly nubile breasts that she had never been afraid to tease and flaunt. Whilst Emma often wore low cut v neck or strapless dresses to movie premieres, the smaller, sylphlike Ashley had no such assets to vaingloriously show off. Ashley always dressed more conservatively and wished that she had the confidence that Emma exuded with nonchalance.

Grinning, Ashley strode towards Emma and stole her jumpsuit and panties, whilst Emma remained glued to the toilet seat, helplessly looking on. Ashley wasn’t entirely certain why Emma had become frozen and submissive, but figured it had to do with her guilt for trying to steal her part. Smirking, Ashley threw Emma’s jumpsuit into an empty cubicle and bade her to finally stand back up. Expecting every last curve on Emma’s naked body, Ashley kissed Emma on the cheek before insolently slapping Emma’s bum. After spanking Emma twelve times, Ashley tied Emma’s panties over face, covering her eyes, so that Emma couldn’t see at all. Blinded, Emma was instructed to search for her jumpsuit before Ashley gently pushed her on the backside to encourage her search to start.

Completely helpless, Emma began her forlorn search, groping wildly at whatever she could lay her hands upon. Accidentally, Emma set off the hand dryer, causing a jet of warm air to violently swoosh over her crotch. Unable to move, Emma stood in humiliation as Ashley laughed at her before turning Emma around and once more slapping her on the bottom. Twenty seconds later, upon standing too close to the sink, Emma was caught by surprise a second time, as a jet of freezing cold water splattered against her bum.

Horrified at her predicament, Emma tried to apologise to Ashley, but thanks to John’s intervention, could only insult her appearance and taunt her for losing her part. Enraged, Ashley bit her lip, before opening the door to the ladies room and pushing Emma, stark naked, out onto the office floor. Suddenly, there was an audible gasp, as twenty office workers simultaneously clapped eyes on the gorgeous naked brunette. Thinking fast, John tried to control as many people as possible to get them to keep quiet and avoid alerting Emma to what was going on. One woman, who was frustratingly out of John’s control, surprised everyone by whipping out her phone and videoing Emma as she walked around the office, still innocently searching for her clothes.

Watching on in astonishment, Ashley couldn’t fathom why Emma hadn’t yet seemed to notice that she was pottering around the office with absolutely nothing on. Filled with jealousy, Ashley soon also observed that all the men had eyes on Emma and were completely infatuated with her perfect breasts and neatly trimmed crotch. Indeed, one lucky young man, gasped in jubilation, as Emma gormlessly walked up to him and pressed her crotch against his hips and her breasts against his chest, before nervously groping his manhood. Leaning forward, Emma heard John’s voice insider her head tell her to kiss the man on the lips, which she did so, whilst also inserting her tongue.

Moments later, Emma’s agent Hadley arrived and shrieked, ‘Emma, what on earth is going on?’ Intrigued at what would happen, John let Emma fully regain control of her senses, and so, disorientated, she stumbled backwards and fell into a large wastepaper bin before tearing her panties off. Gasping in horror, Emma glanced around the room, cringing as twenty gawping eyes returned the favour, before glancing down at her unclad chest, which she wiggled as she struggled to stand herself back up. But, her backside stuck inside the bin, Emma was helpless as the girlfriend of the man she had just groped, poured a jug of cold coffee over her head, before smashing a red velvet cake into her cheeks and rubbing a Mississippi mud pie all over her breasts, as the woman filming her, gleefully zoomed in for a close up.

Taking control of the situation, Hadley helped Emma up out of the bin and instructed both Emma and Ashley to follow her back into the ladies room, where she could sort out what was going on. Once they were inside, John, still taking a backseat in the manipulation, decided to take stock. Ashley and Hadley, particularly, were both attractive ladies, John would love to also see them both take their clothes off. But John had already had some fun with Hadley this morning, and it would be doubly humiliating for Emma if she was the only one to go naked in front of everyone.

As Emma bent down, to splash water on her buttermilk and icing clad cheeks, she shivered as Ashley once more slapped her sharply on the bum. ‘Hadley what on earth is going on?’ Ashley remarked with great frustration. ‘How should I know? I only just got here. Emma are you out of your mind? You could have just blown your one big shot’, Hadley retorted, before also slapping Emma on the bum. ‘No, I mean, with the audition’, Ashley continued, ‘why is Emma auditioning for my role, the one you spent months campaigning for me to land, that you said that I was perfect for? Why have you double crossed me?’ ‘I can explain, I can explain…’ began Hadley, before realising that she could not. Hadley couldn’t remember how she had allowed Emma’s name to be mentioned as a suggestion, when Melody Mills had announced having second thoughts about Ashley taking the staring role. ‘I’m so sorry Ashley, it was out of my control’, Hadley lied, before adding, ‘Perhaps we could convince them to give you a smaller role?’ Sensing that Ashley was unconvinced, Hadley suddenly felt the urge to give the actress the controls to the vibrator that she still had inside her vulva from her morning romp.

Incredulous, Ashley accepted the gift with suspicion, before playing around with it and gasping as Hadley began to moan. ‘You two are both crazy’, Ashley sighed, before continuing to taunt Hadley with turning the controller on and off. Emma meanwhile continued to clumsily wash her breasts clean of cream and chocolate sauce. Feeling in control, Ashley then threw Emma’s panties out of the window, before beckoning Emma to put her pantsuit back on. Watching on in glee, John couldn’t believe what he saw. He had barely controlled any of them for over ten minutes, and yet with minimal encouragement, Ashley had continued to humiliate her two submissive friends over and over again, as they sheepishly allowed themselves to be manipulated and controlled.

Ashley then helped Emma zip up the back of her jumpsuit before embracing her in her arms. Hugging Emma tightly, so that her breasts pressed firmly against Ashley’s collarbone, Ashley forgave Emma for trying to steal her role. ‘Don’t worry, you’ve got this’, Ashley announced before kissing Emma on the lips, snogging her passionately for almost twenty seconds, whilst intertwining their tongues. Emma’s naked escapade had sent Ashley wild with lust. Ashley could barely hide her blossoming feelings for her friend, who she secretly loved. But Emma had betrayed her and had deserved her comeuppance, no matter how much she was idolised and adored.

Striding out the bathroom, Emma blushed wildly as she spied everyone glance upon her once more. Hadley then spoke to Melody’s pretty personal assistant, who then promptly knocked on the TV producer’s office door. Then, upon Melody beckoning them inside, just as she opened the door, the zip on the back of Emma’s jumpsuit slid down, exposing her bare breasts to Melody, who’s jaw hit the floor. Hadley, meanwhile, began squirming as Ashley turned on her vibrator to the maximum setting, causing Hadley to scream and moan. Grinning, Ashley congratulated herself on only pretending to zip up Emma’s jumpsuit, whilst Emma, fully in panic mode, couldn’t seem to zip her jumpsuit back up on her own. With Hadley distracted by her vibrator and Ashley in hysterics and unwilling to help, poor Emma was helpless as she wrestled hopelessly with the zip, swaying her bare breasts to the crowd, who cheered and jeered as John failed to keep them under control. Then, just as she thought that things couldn’t get any worse, the girlfriend of the man Emma had accidentally snogged and groped earlier, strode up to her again, and snarled, ‘Here, let me help you with that’, before pulling Emma’s jumpsuit down to the floor. Helpless and humiliated, poor Emma was completely naked once more.