become a whore

I knocked politely at the door to the CEO's private office.

No answer.

The murmur of male voices in conversation within.

I was naked but for a tan short trench coat and a pair skimpy pair of pink silk panties and matching pink Italian leather glamour sandals with spiked heels. They had been sent to me earlier that day, boxed and wrapped. The attached note had said simply 'CEO's office, suite 400 and an address be there at 2PM

I knocked again, more firmly.

The height of the heels **** my bottom out as I straightened my legs. My breasts had never felt so bare, so exposed. They jutted out neatly, the nipples pert, shiny.

I gulped.

It was really happening. How surreal: I was just about to give my first performance for the CEO of some company a man who would likely **** and humiliated me. Was I really going to present my naked breasts to him and entertain him with my dancing then let him do unspeakable things to my tight little teen body?

I desperately wanted to be called in so that I could get on with the dance. Imagine being caught standing there like that in the corridor: a tight bodied little co-ed slut wearing stripper heels and a trench coat with nothing underneath but slutty whore panties...

The rumble of conversation persisted beyond the door. Who else was in there? Why didn't they let me in? Should I just go ahead and enter? Should I flee back to my dorm in total fear and humiliation? What exactly do they want me to do??? OMG can I really go through with this? I'm such a good girl... or am I? What would my parents think? Will they ever know??