Blackmail 18 – Boss Date Pt 2 (F, blackmail, fiction)

You have got to be shitting me!!!!

My ride had arrived and the driver had opened my door to get in and I was barely off the school grounds when I looked at the dress waiting for me.

I was awe struck at the *dress* laying out for me to change into both in shock and in excitement.

I immediately texted my *admirer* when I saw the dress.

*Me: are you kidding me???*

My *admirer* didn’t take long to reply to my text.

*Unknown: is there something wrong with your dress? It should be your size*

I looked around trying to figure how my *admirer* knew I was talking about the dress when the driver just picked me up.

What?

Yes I’m paranoid.

I looked around for a minute but I couldn’t see anything that called out to me that there was a camera trained on me.

The bastard probably assumed I was talking about the dress as they did say my ride would pick me up at 3:15pm on the dot.

Though my *admirer* didn’t know my ride showed up early arriving at 3:04pm

It was now 3:07pm.

So I guess my *admirer* did the math.

Maybe I was being paranoid as my *admirer* probably just put one and one together.

I sighed as I typed.

*Me: it’s not about the size* though I was impressed that this fucker knew my size but not overly surprised that they knew with how much dirt they had on me *it’s that you expect me to wear this at a five star restaurant*

*Unknown: yes I do expect you to be dressed however I please*

*Me: you’re out to make me look like a god damn whore!!!*

***SHOCK***

My nipples and clit piercings immediately let off their electric buildup into my most sensitive spots of my body.

I let out a reflexive ‘Oh fuck’ and doubled over in the limo and groaned from the shock.

I’m sure the driver heard me but he didn’t say anything as the car continued to move.

I growled at my phone but inwardly I felt my body quiver in delight at receiving the shock as it had missed the torment my *admirer* inflicted on it as it relished in the pain.

My mind was elated at receiving the ‘*punishment*’ but I still rebelled not accepting that I was slowly loving it.

I looked at it to see the text.

*Unknown: remember your language*

I quickly typed my reply.

*Me: ok I’m sorry but still this dress you’re requesting me to wear will make me look like a slut*

My *admirer* replied.

*Unknown: come now I have photos that shows you’ve worn less in public my dear. The dress isn’t any worse than those you’ve worn before as it actually covers more of your body*

I grumbled inwardly knowing that they were right.

I had worn so called ‘*dresses*’ at the AVN’s that covered less of my body compared to **this** dress….barely.

The light blue dress in question was a low cut front and the back was open that looked like it barely went to mid thigh that had slits on the sides.

So the front top would wrap around my neck and cover my breasts but would remain open until about a few inches above my belly button showing off all of my cleavage. The back would remain open showing off my entire backside so the idea of a bra was out of the question.

The front and back bottom of the dress would go down to mid thigh…barely and would cover my pussy and ass. Once again barely. The sides were open with barely any fabric to keep it closed. So if I were to wear panties it would show my panties at the sides.

So basically this dress was showing the world I wasn’t wearing shit underneath it.

The dress looked like it didn’t hug my body and would remain loose so any movement I had to remain vigilant at risk of showing my ass, pussy, or boobs from any movement, wind, and bending over.

The dress was more like something I would strip in….or go to the bars in. Not something I would wear at a five star fucking restaurant….or anywhere for that matter.

At least the shoes made me happy. There were Louis Vuitton four inch heels that looked absolutely gorgeous. AND they were the same color as the dress.

All I was missing was jewelry.

I texted my *admirer*.

*Me: what if someone takes a photo of me and it gets around to where it gets back to my job?*

I waited a few minutes before my *admirer* replied.

*Unknown: don’t you worry about that. Put on the dress and get ready. Also make sure ALL your devices are IN you after you get ready. And be sure to enjoy the bubbly in the limo I had it specially added for you. And enjoy the ride.*

I read the text a couple of times.

How was I supposed to not worry about that?

I hadn’t planned on my dress being so slutty so I didn’t bring my mask to hide my face.

I also forgot about my plug and egg as they were in the gym bag. Not really forgetting them….or that the app told both me and my *admirer* whether or not anything was on or in me.

And what the fuck did they mean about the bubbly? Were they hinted that something was done to champagne that was sitting in the ice bucket?

I lightly looked at the bottle and didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. The foil seal was still there.

I’m not really a champagne person so I wasn’t really interested in it. I’m more of a wine and whiskey girl. Beer sucks but I’ll drink a lager or ale here or there thanks to my college days.

After my initial glance at the wanna be alcohol I looked back at the dress and sighed.

I muttered to no one in particular, “Let’s get this over with.”

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