Things get worse.

It takes only about five minutes to complete Olivia’s demand. Everything that Clarrisa was wearing when she arrived at the shop was now in scraps at her feet. Olivia looks pleased with the completed task and walks over to Clarrisa.

“Very good. Now, for the remainder of the day, you are to keep your hands away from your tits and your pussy. Do I make myself clear?” Olivia asks.

“When can I go home?” Clarrisa asks with a sigh.

“After lunch. You will note that I said you are to keep your hands away from your tits and pussy for the remainder of the day. If you wish to go home after lunch, I won’t stop you but keep in mind you are to remain exactly as you are. I’m sure the staff will find it thrilling. Especially the male staff,” Olivia cackles.

“I can’t wait for my husband to get home. You may have me at your mercy for now. He’ll set everything right when he gets home,” Clarrisa says.

Olivia appears to ponder that for a moment. Clarrisa can’t be sure but she can almost spot a look of panic in Olivia’s expression.

“That does pose a problem. So, perhaps, my best course of action is to remove your husband from the equation-- at least as far allies go. I really wasn’t planning to ruin your marriage but I’m afraid you’ve given me ****. To be fair, we’ll start off with some easy stuff. We’ll take lots of pictures of you running around the city butt naked. Maybe that’ll be enough to make him drop you like a bad habit. If not, we’ll go to his company so all of the employees can see you. You will go office to office, climb up on the desks and insist that every employee not only look at your pussy and asshole but touch them as well. How do you think your dear hubby will react when you get slapped with sexual harassment charges?” Olivia asks.

Clarrisa’s heart plummets in her chest as she realizes the damage that Olivia’s plan can do to her husband’s reputation. There are several very religious employees in her husband’s company and the thought of them being ordered to touch her in her most private places would definitely result in sexual harassment charges.

“Olivia, please do not end my marriage,” Clarrisa pleads.

“Sorry, hun, but your threat is all too true. Your husband can cause a real problem for me. I need to make him less motivated to do so. So, let’s start with a nice group selfie. I want you standing arm and arm in the middle of Apollo and his wife. I want a big smile on your face,” Olivia commands.

In the most awkward and humiliating few minutes of her life, Clarrisa shuffles over to Apollo and his wife and they move into the pose that Olivia had commanded. Clarrisa notices the smug look on Jean’s face and groans.

“What’s wrong, Clarrisa? I have as much fashion sense as a wookie, do I? Well, look who is standing in my husband’s shop buck naked with your shaved cunt on display about to have her picture taken. It’s you, bitch. If Olivia will agree to send this to me, I’m going to have it enlarged, framed, and hung in the back room so we can all see it whenever we go back there. How does it feel to know that your cunt will never again be private?” Jean whispered harshly in Clarrisa’s ear.

How can Clarrisa smile in the photo? How would she ever smile again? Jean’s disgusting words were true. If Olivia gave her the picture, which she probably would, her pussy was going to be forever immortalized on the wall of Apollo’s back room. The employees would stare at it and laugh, pointing to her tits or her pussy.

“Now smile like Olivia told you to. Let’s show the world what a complete whore you are,” Jean whispers. “I’m going to have a chat with Olivia. I can’t see why we don’t just eliminate clothes from your life all together.”

Clarrisa groans. This nightmare just keeps getting worse. Olivia is bad enough WITHOUT Jean in her ear, giving her even worse ideas. Forcing a smile on her face, she waits for the inevitable flash which comes a few seconds later.

“Perfect. Time for lunch, Clarrisa. I can’t wait for everyone in Michaelangelo’s to get a look at you. Apollo, I believe Clarrisa is going to treat me to some new clothes from your store. I’ll take the lot. Charge it to her,” Olivia says.

“Sure thing,” Apollo says. “Shall I have them sent to your address?”

“Yes. Thank you,” Olivia says before turning back to Clarrisa. “Come along, my dear.”