Chapter 5

“Hey, I thought you got on the other bus,” Candy says to the naked lady with the collar.

“I was wrong. It was actually this bus” as she sits next to Candy.

“You got to watch where you sit. I sat in cum yesterday.”

“Oh really, I don’t ride the bus very often. Do you?”

Candy says,” I do now that my daughter has taken over my car.”

“Why is that? Are you a slave now”?

“No No No that’s not it; I am a VP of sluts at my company, I am contractually bound never to say nooo...” Candy trails off, lost in thought.

“What is it”

“Well, I was thinking you can’t say no to your master, right.”

“that’s right.”

“I can’t say no to the company and its employees. Does that make me their slave?”

“Well, can you quit”

“Yes, I can. That’s part of my contract. So, I’m not a slave!” she sighs out her relief.

“I am happy for you, but what is wrong with being a slave?”

“Oh, nothing. I just did not think about slavery before talking to you. I kind of knew about it but never met anyone you know. I would like to know. You gave up everything. Can I ask why?”

“After the divorce, I could not get ahead of my bills. The credit card debt was going up. I am basically selling myself to pay off my debt.

“I see. Can an owner do anything to you? My only restrictions are No Death, no maiming, and they can’t puncture me with anything that is not sterile?”

“I think your company took the rules from the slave guidelines that is word for word from those guidelines.”

“How big are these auctions? How many women are there that are signing up?”

“I don’t know for sure there are several auction houses. The one I am being sold at is one of the bigger ones, and this week’s sale, I am 1 of 36 on the block.”

“That seems to be a lot.”

“Thanks for talking with me. My stop is coming up. I wish you all the luck.”

“And to you.”

After the lady left, she realized that she did not know how to talk to her again. Then she remembered. She did not have a phone and did not know who would buy her. So, she could not have exchanged contact info.

“Good morning, Brenda.” Candy sees her at the entry to the company

“Oh, high Candy,” she replies sullenly

“what’s wrong,” the naked Candy asks Brenda

“I was pondering life is all. You have me thinking about relationships. Specifically, mine, and comparing it to what I see in other people, like you, I saw that picture yesterday of your family they looked so loving, how are they taking your new position?”

“They are fantastic.”

“I would have tried to keep it a secret from them. Why didn’t you?”

“One of Stans’s fantasies was to have a Slut Wife; I knew this but had second thoughts about telling the kids.”

“Why did you go ahead and tell them?”

“I accept that I am a Slut now, and they encourage me to accept all the facets of my new role. I am a 24/7 slut now. My husband and family make me tell all the slutty things I do during work. And ask questions.”

“What would happen if they had friends over? You would put on clothing, right?”

“No, I would not. Have you heard about the new sex-ed initiative in school? I think they know more than I do.”

“what about the embarrassing stuff, like would you tell them you poop in a hole?”

“Yes, they thought that was great, you know that trick I do where I move my turd in and out, my son taught me how to do that.”

“I’m so glad we talked; you brightened my day.”

Smiling, “It’s all in a day’s work.”

“So, Stan, he knows you fuck around on him.”

“Oh yes, he encourages me to do it and watches when he can, he made me ask a friend of his to let me suck his dick in the food market parking lot. While the kids watched”

“Wow, that’s hot. Does he fuck around on you?”

“I don’t know, Brenda, we have not discussed it, but I am not opposed to the idea. I mean, he’d have to find girls willing. Not that he can’t.”

“I’d be interested.”

“What do you mean interested? Aren’t you married?”

“Bob is out of town a lot. We don’t have sex like we used to. Forget it. Your husband would probably want someone to be like you.”

“No, I don’t know what he’d like. He said he had a fantasy of a slut wife. He has that. He might need someone normal. You can ask him. It’s not fair for me to take all this dick. I approve of you. If you want him, I could give you his number or something.”

“Well, I guess you have to get to the fishbowl and twirl your little girly parts for some slut watching.”

“slut watching?”

“Yeah, that’s what the guys in IT call it. It’s when they sit around at their desk with their t-shirts pulled over their desk and pretend, they are working. They are watching you.”

“Oh wow, that’s flattering. I was concerned that no one liked me or what I was doing. Yesterday it seemed that no one would look at me, and the few men I interacted with were hesitant to do anything but a blowjob.”

“I can’t say what other people’s motives are, but I think we have a good friendship starting, have fun today Slut” Brenda grins

Walking into the fishbowl made me remember how new and exciting this all was. There was Cracker Jack front and center, I had fallen in love with him yesterday, and I could not wait to give him another go. There was an addition to the room, a small leather couch. What was that for? It was against the opposite wall. It almost looked like Cracker Jack was the center of its attention.

“Ah-hem,” Randy clears his throat behind her, “Good morning slut! Have a good night?” I have a schedule update for you this morning.”

“Ah - a schedule, with such a lackluster demand for me, I would not think I would need one. Or even not need me.” She finally voiced her unspoken concern – that she was not wanted.

“No, Candy, just the opposite. We need to limit access to your charms, or we will not see any work get done around here; the trial program is going better than we had hoped. It is going so well. I have a new prototype here.” He holds up a couple of black leather belts with a strap clip-on forming a T.

“What is that? It looks like a garter belt to hold up stockings?”

“Well, same concept, only your thinking upside down. These clips are not for holding your hose up. They are for holding your pussy lips open!

Randy quickly attaches the garter around her leg and then sits on the couch. “Sit on the couch for me now, skootch your butt forward, get it right up to the edge, good. Now please open your legs and show me your pussy.” He reaches in and pinches the left side of her pussy and stretches it to the clip on her left leg. And repeats with the right. Does that feel OK? It looks great” The spread legs opened her pussy wide. Never was she as exposed as she was now. Her pussy lips were stretched so far that her piss hole was front and center, and the hood of the clitoris was pulled back, so her bean was standing proud, she could see herself in the mirror, and when she smiled at the gathering audience, they started clapping. She was hiding NOTHING. She was genuinely NAKED. She could not hide anything. She was ALL on display, even her asshole, as she stretched her legs up and back. She was not nude but an EXTREME NAKED SLUT on public display.

Randy, as she was fingering her spread pussy in front of 15 guys, “ok, today’s schedule, you have Candy on display until 9 am.”

“I heard from Brenda that the guys in IT call it slut watching”

“I like it’ ok slut watching until 9 am” as Candy goes into showing her pussy to the passing guys and the ones that paused to watch.

Slut watching, as it became to be known, became a favorite scheduled event at the fishbowl.

“Then you have an appt at 15 after nine with Accounting Dept, then 15 minutes to 11 you have engineering, then more slut watching, then you have Lunch from 11:45 to 1:00 pm.”

“Why a long lunch?”

“We thought you would be pretty busy at lunch and needed the extra time to be able to eat.”

“How generous you guys are; what will I be doing” she mocked

“you’ll find out at lunch next 1:15 you are at shipping and receiving 2:15 is with office staff, and 3 is your potty break no good scheduling anything then, and at 4:15 the janitorial staff. You have a full schedule, Candy. We must keep people working and not focus on you all day. Remember, you are on slut watch whenever you are not entertaining staff. That means you need to be here in your fishbowl. You need to be in the pussy clips here and take them off when going out. Slut watching, you have to wear the clips.”

Randy’s watch beeps. He looks at the text message on the face.” Oh, you have an appt with Jason at 10:00. He will put on your nipple clips and weights.”

“let’s get Alexa plugged in, shall we, remember you don’t have to remember any of this Alexa will alert you to everything.”

Alexa zapped her ass. “Accounting in 5 minutes” Candy gets up off the couch where she was spread eagle with her pussy clips holding her cunt open; she reaches down and removes the buckles and straps. She can’t walk very well in those, Combs her hair, and tells the guys that could still see her,” I’m off to accounting guys. See you soon.” She giggles and winks as she walks away.

Later in accounting.

“Oh, Hi Candy, or should I just call you slut.”

“Whatever you want to is fine with me. I don’t think there are any Rules for that ... Yet”

Candy continues, “This is my first appt, so I am not certain what we are doing. Can you give a girl a vowel, please”?

“Ok slut, each day can be something different, we could, for example, have a drawing for your time, or it could be a reward for employee of the month, we could play a game, and you are the prize, we are trying to bolster morale here, right? Today we are going to have a drawing of all the people that want to use you.”

She pulls out the bowl. There must have been 30 cards. Candy did not think that there were that many people in accounting. They all want her. She started to feel better about her role; maybe she did not have a stinky pussy.

Candy gushed. “So many cards I was worried that my body wasn’t good enough, or my nipples were lopsided or that my pussy smelled because I am constantly aroused now.”

“You are a treasure Candy, reach in and pull out a name and read it.”

“Julie Shivers, it says,” a woman wants me. I have never been with a woman, I forgot, I just assumed it would be all men, well I don’t know if I like something until I try it. I am using that line a lot. Well, if the shoe fits, oh god, if you’re in a hole, stop digging. I can’t stop now. Please stop thinking of your dad’s corny lines of wisdom.

Julie Shivers was a BBW. Well, let’s describe her 4’11” and 230 lbs massive DDD tits. A belly that was the definition of a FUPA (Fat Upper Pussy Area” and kind of a bitch was the roomer.

The accounting head introduces Julie and Candy.”

“Julie meets Candy or Slut, Julie; you can do what you want with slut. You know her rules and how they apply to you?” she nods her head “ok, you can take her into the fuckroom on this floor, and your break has been extended to 20 minutes. Starting now. Have fun”

Julie excitedly takes Candy’s hand. “Wow, I won right away, and I never win. This is so great. I was hoping I would get to see you, Candy.” Whispering, “I have always wanted to “have sex with a girl” I have been too afraid of rejection.”

“This is my first time also; what do you want to do?”

“I want you to eat me. Please lick my pussy”

“Ok, let’s get you undressed first” she took off her oversized Kimono. It was not fitted. It looked like a tent on her. No bra, no panties. She was naked but for the kimono, but her pussy was not visible. It was hidden under at least three rolls of fat.

Candy has Julie lay back and spread her legs. She still can’t see her pussy. It is covered by hair. She knows she can’t say no, just 16 minutes left. She smells the bitter/sweet smell of her pussy and ass. She brings her face to the meeting of the fat thighs and starts with a tastiest lick. It feels like it burns on her tongue. The unique taste of unwashed pussy lingers in her mouth. It catches in the back of her throat. Julie moans in pleasure,” again. Please do that” Candy tries to lick her deeper this time and is rewarded with a tongue coated with heavy cream. Swallowing loudly, she wanted to let Julie know she liked her pussy. When in fact, she was both repulsed and turned on. This was different than the stinky older man on the bus. This was worse. She was not interested in Julie, but she would not let her know that. Time seemed to stop in the heady musk of Julie’s pussy.

“aaaaagggghhh,” the Alexa plug went off in her ass, giving a much-anticipated wake-up call. “Julie, the timer just went off. We need to stop now.” She swallowed the bits of hair in her mouth.

“Oh, must we? I was just going to get off again.”

“Yeah, we went overtime. I am going to be late for my 10:00 with Jason.”

“Can we see each other again?”

“All you need to do is ask.” Candy said and waved goodby to the big woman.

Jasons secretary let Candy into his office; she was shocked his secretary only had bikini bottoms on and her vast tits prominently on display. Almost spherical and with ¾” long nipples. “Wow, so I’m not the only one naked are you a slut too?”

Mary replies, “No, but Jason had a simple request that he can see my tits all the time, and since the nudity laws are what they are now. I thought, what the hell and rolled with it. I draw the line at anything else; that’s your job,” she smiled

“Jason, Candy has arrived for the 10:00.”

“Send her in, please, Mary.”

“How are you doing, Candy?”

“I’m ok just nervous for the rest of the day, is all.”

“it’s ok to be nervous. I think you are adjusting rather well anything, in particular, you are concerned about.”

“Well, it’s lunch that concerns me most. You want me to eat garbage. How is that helping morale?”

“Ok, let me try to explain. You have all sorts of people out there with different problems and life drama. They need something that lets them feel better about themselves. A selfless act by you will increase by putting yourself under their control will boost their morale and productivity. The lunchtime is a special time where you can display that selflessness and perform the most disgusting things while on display to the whole company.”

“Do you think so, but it will taste awful? What if I puke? Would that make the people feel sorry for me or guilty?”

“Well, it depends on what you do with it after?”

“What do you mean to do with it?”

Ok, here is a scenario let’s say you puke and are disgusted, and you display that you can’t stand the humiliation and start crying. That might elicit some compassion and guilt. That is not what we want, is it?”

“No”

“ok same scenario. You puke; however, you let the puke run down your body, playing with it, almost basking in it. Now how does the audience feel?”

“By my enjoying my debasement without display of disgust, but happy, they would feel better about themselves? An increase of Morale - that they can do anything?”

“Exactly, so the more disgusting things you can do, the better.”

He continues, “You are here to boost morale. We do whatever we can, right? One of your talents is being a cute distraction and a cum dump.”

“Cum dump, that’s a little over the top, but well, I do love sex.”

“Your job is more than just SEX. You are a stress ball that people can squeeze and slap whenever they feel stressed” He reaches out and grabs a handful of tit flesh and squeezes HARD.

“I hate to admit that I kind of like that too,” she grunts as it is twisted.

“Well, some people don’t relieve stress in the same way they don’t want to fuck you or slap you around, are you surprised Slut? You pervert” He grins at her; she does not know what to think but is ashamed.