Chapter 11: Preparations and Exhibition

Randi stood tall in her new heels, the sparkling jewelry and collar glinting under the light. Vishal looked at her, his eyes filled with pride and excitement. He was eager to show her off to his friends, to display the transformation he had orchestrated. He quickly sent a text to his group of male friends on WhatsApp, attaching the naked photo he had taken of Randi earlier. The caption read, “Come meet my American Randi. She is eager to entertain you all.”

The responses from his friends were immediate and enthusiastic.

“Wow, she’s hot!”

“Can’t wait to see a real American slut!”

“On my way, Vishal. Don’t start the party without me!”

Vishal smiled, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He turned to Randi, his voice firm. “They will be here soon. We need to get the apartment ready.”

Randi nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and shame. She spent the rest of the day cleaning the apartment, making sure everything was spotless. She cooked plenty of food, her mind racing with the implications of what she was doing. She enjoyed the sense of purpose and the thrill of the taboo, but she also felt a gnawing sense of guilt and humiliation.

As the time for the party drew near, Randi put the finishing touches on the apartment. She turned to Vishal, her eyes filled with a mix of determination and trepidation. “Vishal, the trash needs to be taken out. Can you do that?”

Vishal looked at her, his expression stern. “No, Randi. That is your responsibility. You need to take it out.”

Randi’s eyes widened in realization. Vishal expected her to go outside, naked except for the collar, heels, and jewelry. She felt a surge of panic, but she knew she had to obey. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the task ahead.

Vishal barked at her, his voice sharp. “Hurry up, Randi. They will be here soon.”

With trembling hands, Randi gathered the trash bags and headed for the door. She stepped out into the public eye, her heart pounding in her chest. The cool night air hit her bare skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She hurried as fast as she could in the towering heels, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

As she made her way to the dumpster, she couldn’t avoid the stares and catcalls from a few people on the street. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she pressed on, determined to complete her task. She threw the trash bags into the dumpster and turned to hurry back inside, her heart racing with a mix of humiliation and exhilaration.

As she rushed back into the apartment, she found Vishal waiting for her, his eyes filled with approval. “Good girl, Randi. You did well. Now, let’s get ready for the party.”

Randi nodded, her breath slowly returning to normal. She had done it. She had faced her fear and embraced her new role, no matter how shameful it felt. As Vishal’s friends began to arrive, she stood tall and proud, ready to greet them with a smile, her body on full display, adorned with the symbols of her transformation.