Ericka, How she became a slut
Introduction:
Earl blackmails his co-worker
Chapter One
To help set up the story, Earl is a middle age man starting to bald who works with Ericka, 37, who is a plump Latin Goddess. Earl has had wanted to get with Ericka every since she started working there almost 2 years ago. Things seem as if it would always be a fantasy until just a few weeks ago, while doing an audit, he found some files that had been hidden on the P drive. As Earl investigated these files, it seems little Miss Ericka has been very naughty. She has been visiting some porn sites while working the weekend shifts over the summer months. Earl knew that if this were to get out it would ruin her. It would at least cost her her job and maybe even stop her upcoming wedding. He laughed to himself as he removed the files from the hard drive. “Oh you dumb little slut, you are mine now” he thought to himself as the last file was copied to a disc. He emailed Ericka and said that if she wanted to keep her job she had better meet him in the men’s restroom off of 1 West five minutes after the shift is over. He attached a link to one of the sites she had visited often.
Ericka sat in fear as she reread the email sent from Earl. How could this of happen? How could I have been so dumb to have done this at work, she thought? Why was Earl threatening her? She had known him for short time. He was an older fellow, around 50 she guessed. He had always seemed professional and if she was to be honest to herself she had even found him to be sort of cute. But now here he was holding her future in his hands and telling her to meet him in the men’s room of all places. Her mind was racing as to what he wanted of her. The hours seemed to creep by as Ericka was unable to get any work done. The ticking of the clock grew louder as the end of the work day drew to a closing. Ericka bid her co-workers good night as they filed out of the work area. She pretended to be finishing up a report so no one would wait and walk out with her. Her hands trembled as she logged out from the very computer that she been using to visit the porn sites. Why oh why did I do that here at work she thought again as she turned off the lights and walked out the door. Instead of turning right to go home, she forced herself to turn left to make her way slowly to 1 west. Ericka felt her heart race and her face blush deeply as she rounded the corner and neared the dreaded men’s rest room.
She hesitated at the door, knowing that her life was about to change forever. So many thoughts raced through her mind. Should I turn and go home? Would he really turn me in? Why was he doing this? What is he going to do? Why was I so dumb? Do I really have a choice? Knowing that she really didn’t, not if she wanted to keep her job, she pushed the heavy door open. The stench filled her nostrils as she slowly walked in. The room was dimly lit and the echo of her shoes on the tile floor beat loudly in her ears as she made her way to the middle of the room. Just as she was about to turn and leave Earl stepped out of one of the stalls. Hello my pet he said. Pet? Why did he say that, she thought? You know you’re in trouble don’t you? You dumb little slut! Earl snickered. Ericka immediately went into attack mode without realizing it. Who the hell are you to call me a slut, she yelled at Earl. I am the one that now OWNS you he sneered as he held up the disc. It was like he had slapped her with a bat. The disc signaled all the trouble he could easily cause her. It was like the wind had been knocked out of her as she weakly asked what are you going to do with that disc? Nothing he exclaimed, as long as you do as you’re told. I won’t cause any trouble she quietly said. TROUBLE? Slut you haven’t even begun to see what trouble is. Ericka’s eyes flared again at the name calling but thought better than to say anything. Earl caught the flareness in her eyes and decided to push a little further to humiliate her. In fact, he said, that is what your name will be for now on. Slut! I will call you slut and you will address me as Master whenever it’s just the two of us. Anger boiled over inside of Ericka, but before she could respond Earl shook the disc at her once again. This caused her to back off in fear and this fear Earl could smell and it excited him beyond anything he had experienced before. It was at that moment that he realized that his cock was rock hard and was causing a tent in his trousers. He saw that Ercka had followed his glance down to his groin area. In due time, slut, in due time, he laughed to himself. Do you understand? He said firmly, snapping her back to attention. She blushed deeply knowing that he had noticed her staring at his cock. She weakly said yes and this angered Earl. Yes what? She answered unsure, yes sir? NO you fucking dumbass slut, Yes Master. She could not help it, but she spat out yes master, obviously showing her distain and anger toward this guy that she once liked. Oh now you need to be taught some respect.
Time for lesson number one he exclaimed with the same confidence that he displays when teaching his classes. Remove your shoes slut, he said with very little emotion in his voice. Ericka decided to do as told and took off her shoes. She was not wearing any socks and the cold floor sent even more shivers up her spine. Drop them in the toilet he said. No way, she spouted before she could stop herself. Oh that is going to cost you he said. I was going to let you keep your jeans on, but since you haven’t learned to show your master his respect, off with them slut, he said glaring at her. Respect? I want to knock your fucking block off she said to herself, but she stared at the disc in his right hand and slowly she removed the jeans. Earl snatched them out of her hands and dropped them in the furthers of the three urinals. Then he reached up in her horror and flushed it, causing water to run down and soak her jeans. This angered her so much that she forgot to cover up. Earl was staring at her pink bikini style panties, when she realized this it caused her to turn nine shades of red and to try to cover up with her hands. Earl laughed at loud at her futile attempt. Stand over the urinal he barked and before she could even resist he placed his hand in the middle of her chest just between both of her large breast and pushed her back into the first urinal . Spread your legs slut, he said wickedly. The cold white porcelain soaked her behind through the panties. This caused her sensitive nipples to stand at attention. This embarrassed her even more because she was sure that Earl could tell. Why, why was he doing this to her, she thought. Her mind was snapped back to attention it seemed that the whole restroom echoed with the sound of his zipper being pulled down. The noise caused her stomach to recoil as if she might just vomit. Earl stepped right up into her personal space and pulled out his cock. Ericka not wanting to see him or his cock closed her eyes in disgust. It was when sound of his piss hitting the back of the urinal and splashing on her legs that she realized exactly what he was doing. It was then that she threw up in her mouth but swallowed it in fear of angering him any further. To help escape the horror of what was happening, Ericka allowed herself to go somewhere safe in her mind. She was brought back to reality quickly when he flushed the urinal and the water ran down the back of her butt and legs. This caused her to open her eyes wide open and it was then that she saw Earl staring back at her. Put my cock back in my pants Slut, he said as plainly as if he was telling her to pass the salt. Totally confused by everything that has happen so far she simply answered, yes master, and for the first time in four years touched someone’s cock other than her fiancé. Ericka had to admit to herself if in different circumstances she could have enjoyed this cock. She took noticed that he was a little bigger than average. But this cock belonged to the man that now disgusted her so she quickly put it back in her pants. She paused for a second and thought about pulling up the zipper and catching his cock in it, but if he screamed out and caused someone to come and see what was going on, she didn’t really want to be discovered like this. She gently zipped him up. Earl walked over to the sink and washed his hands if everything was normal. Ericka stood there dumbfounded as he walked over and pulled out three paper towels and dry his hands tossing them in the thrash. He then reached in his trouser pockets and pulled out a slip of paper, handing it to her. Be there at 10 am sharp he said and walked out.
It seemed time stood still as she stared at the slip of paper. Trembling she forced herself to open it and saw that Earl had written the name and address of a local hotel on it. She must have read and re-read it a dozen times. It was then she realized she was still standing in the urinal. She grabbed some paper towels and wet them in the sink. She attempted to wash her legs and feet as best as she could before she forced herself to get dress. Ericka reached into the other urinal and pulled out her wet jeans and struggled to get them on. She walked over to the stall and carefully reached into the toilet and pulled out her shoes. She could not make herself put them on so she decided to go home bare footed. Nervously she slowly opened the door to the men’s rest room. She didn’t remember it squeaking this loudly. She was sure that the entire building could hear it. Hopefully everyone else had gone home. She poked her head out around the door and saw no one so she quickly stepped out into the hallway. As fast as her legs could carry her she made her way out of the building. Just when she thought she was in the clear, she ran into Tommy the security guard. Ericka he laughed what happened to you he said pointed at her wet clothes. Did you not make it to the bathroom he said in his normal goofy voice? Ericka could feel the blood rush to her face. Spilled something on me she said as she quickly pushed past him. As she jumped in her car she could still hear him laughing. Ericka jammed the car into gear and almost hit the light post in her rush to get out of there. As tears ran down her face she told herself to calm down and get a grip.
Chapter Two
Finally Ericka arrived at her apartment without any further embarrassments. She got in the shower and made it a lot hotter than normal in an attempt to wash off the fifth that Earl had caused. Earl? The name made her skin crawl. What was he planning to do to her tomorrow? Had he degraded her enough today? She thought, he used me as a toilet. Like I was a part of that nasty urinal, so filthy, disgusting. Wait what was happening, as she was washing herself, Ericka’s hands had wandered down to her hairy cunt and was spending too much time down there. Why was she getting excited? No, no she wasn’t turned on, she was just confused. Earl had messed with her mind, that’s all. Maybe it was the porn she had been visiting. She had to admit she was curious about the domination sites. Questions had entered her mind when visiting these sites, like how would someone let that happen to them? Could they like it? If not, why wouldn’t they put a stop to it? No way would she ever let that happen to her, but now it was. No, no way tomorrow she would simply reason with Earl and put an end to this. She thought I have money saved for my honeymoon, I will buy this disc from Earl. Honeymoon? Wedding! Oh damn what if my fiancé was to find out? Earl, you bastard. She got out of the shower and wrapped a large white cotton towel around her hot Latin body. She went to her liquor cabinet and poured herself a double of Jack without the coke. The hell with it she thought, I have had a bad day. She grabbed the bottle and headed to bed.
The phone rang awaking Ericka from her drunken sleep. She glanced at the clock as she reached for the phone. 7:33 who would be calling her at this time of the morning. Hello Slut, did you dream about me? Ericka was too stunned to even respond. No matter, Earl said , there is a package for you on your front porch. Enjoy and see you at ten. Don’t be late Slut, he said laughing as he hung up. SHIT! Thought Ericka, it wasn’t a dream after all. Earl really is blackmailing her. She had thought or at least hoped that she had dreamed the whole thing, as she hung up the phone. Her face lost all color as the reality of this nightmare was that it was no nightmare, but was really happening. Then she remembered that Earl said something about a package was waiting for her outside. YES! That’s it, Earl had come to his senses and he was giving her the disc. It was about to all end. She jumped off the bed to run to the door but lost her balance and fell to the floor. Damn how much did I drink last night she thought and then spotted the empty bottle of Jack. No wonder my head hurts she said as she careful got to her feet and needing a moment to steady herself. WAIT! If he is giving me back the disc, then why did he still call me slut and said don’t be late? Or was I still dreaming? Poor Ericka was so confused and hung-over. She held her left hand to her forehead as she slowly made it to the front door. As she opened the door the morning son was so bright it caused more pain in her head and she had to squint to be able to see. As she picked up the package and envelope, it was then that it hit her that she was still naked. She was startled as the morning paper hit the porch and when she looked out to the street the neighboring kid who delivered her paper was staring at her with his mouth open. As she felt the blood rush to her face and her whole upper body she grabbed everything and ran inside leaving the youngster with a nice view of her butt.
Get a grip girl, she thought to herself. Ericka placed the packages on the couch and went to put a robe on. She returned and sat down on the couch. Nervously she tore open the envelope. In it was a disc and her heart pounded like a little girl at her birthday party. Yes Earl does have a conscience and he has decided to do the right thing she thought. With the disc was a letter and as she started to read it she felt a sickening feeling deep in her stomach. It simply said for her to put in the disc and watch before reading further. She popped it into the DVD player and push play. The picture caused her heart to leap into her throat. It was a very grainy picture taken from a cheap camera but you could still easily make out the image. The image made Ericka break out into a cold sweat, as it was an image of her standing half naked in the urinal. Bringing forefront to Ericka’s mind was that yesterday was not a dream and Earl was not backing off. Just then words rolled up on the screen that said to push pause and to open the package. As the words rolled off the screen as quickly as they rolled on Ericka hit the pause button and turned her attention to the plain wrapped box. With trembling hands she nervously opened the box to find out what horror it just may bring. Inside the box was a note place over wrapping paper that still concealed what else was in the box. The note simply read “Slut wear only what is in this box to the hotel this morning – Master” Ericka dropped the note and cautiously pulled back the wrapping paper. She first pull out a white button up cotton blouse, followed by a red & black plaid skirt the kind you would see worn at a Catholic School. He must be kidding she thought why in the hell would I ever wear something like this out in public. It was then that she glanced up and saw paused on the TV screen was a picture of her standing in the urinal. BASTARD! She said out loud as she continues to look inside the box. Reaching in she pulled out some white cotton Bobbie socks and white and black Saddle shoes. Barely able to breathe she searches the box for more, but there were nothing else in the box. What she doesn’t find in the box scares her more than what she found in there? NO UNDERWEAR. Ericka is about to say no fucking way but again her eyes are drawn to the horrible scene frozen on the TV and she knows she has no choice, but to do as told.
With just an hour to go she forces herself to get dress. As she starts putting on this ridiculous outfit it quickly comes clear to her that Earl purposely bought sizes too small to further humiliate Ericka. It took her several minutes to pull her the skirt over her wider than school girls hips. She almost fainted from sucking in her gut to zip this way too small skirt up. A skirt is supposed to hang loosely she thought to herself. Not this one. Hell it looks like it was painted on her. Next she worked herself into the tiny white blouse. Inhaling deeply she struggled to button it up. After many attempts she finally got all the buttons fastened. As Ericka looked at herself in the mirror she couldn’t help but notice how stupid she looked. The buttons on the tiny blouse appeared ready to pop off any second. The skirt showed some rows of fat. Ericka thought to herself that she had been working really hard to try to lose some weight. Then horror set in. Due to the enormous struggle to fit into this tiny outfit Ericka had sweated and now parts of the white cotton blouse had become transparent. She was going to take it off and try to dry it some but then she noticed the clock which read 9:30. She had just enough time to put on the socks and shoes and put her hair into pigtails as further instructed by the note. She then left the house with just her car keys and nothing else, also orders by her new Master, … Earl.
The drive to the hotel was nerve wrecking. Ericka felt that every passing car could see her, or more important her large boobs that were bursting to get out of the childish white blouse. Her large naked ass was now stuck to the leather seat, making her, for the first time since she bought this car, regret her decision to go with the leather interior. To make matters worse, Earl had ordered her to drive with the windows up but with the AC off. Ericka couldn’t explain it but she knew that somehow Earl would know if she didn’t obey, so she did what he asks. Ask? Who is she fooling, what he orders her. By the time she arrived at the hotel, Ericka was soak and wet with sweat. She looked down at her chest and thought she might as well not even be wearing a top. You could totally see her tits through the thin wet material and for some strange reason her nipples were rock hard. They seem to stand out at least an inch. It was so fucking embarrassing. Could this be arousing her? Why would she be aroused? No Ericka this is not arousing at all. Hell now the bastard even has her talking to herself, she thought. She sat in the park car cursing Earl for doing this to her. Cursing herself for allowing this to happen. Cursing herself for not erasing her tracks on the computer. Even cursing her very existence.
Finally she forces herself to get out of the car. Suddenly there is a very loud beeping noise that causes people to look in her direction. Dumbass, she thought you left the keys in the ignition. Just then she heard someone “Damnnnnnn look at her!” This embarrassed Ericka so much that she quickly bent over to grab her keys so she could be on her way. Of course this completely exposed her backside. Nice ass she heard and grabbed the keys and snapped back out of the car hitting her head hard on the doorway causing laughter from several who were now taking pictures of her with their cell phones. Smile Slut, they shouted as she hurriedly went to the front lobby.
Ericka was so frustrated and embarrassed that she went through the front door to quickly and knocked over an umbrella stand. The metal piece of furniture rattle thunderously throughout the lobby causing everyone to stop and look at where the noise came from. SHIT, thought Ericka this is the last thing I needed. All eyes were now glued on the young Latin lady who appeared to be wearing her childhood school uniform. Then the lobby was filled with gasps and mumbling and pointing among the patrons of the hotel as it was clear that this woman was not wearing any underwear. Ericka did not think she could possibly blush any deeper than she was at the moment. She wanted to turn and run or at least find a corner to roll up and die in. It took every ounce of strength she had left to force herself to walk up to the front desk as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
May I help you said the lady with a smug look? Yes I need My Master’s room number, Ericka whispered. I’m sorry I didn’t hear you. She had, but she was enjoying Ericka’s discomfort. My Master’s room number please, Ericka said louder. Speak up damnit she snapped back, knowing this would piss off Ericka. It did. Ericka shouted back, in anger, My Master’s room number. Just then Ericka realized that everyone heard and were laughing. Wishing she hadn’t, but Ericka could not help herself but to turn and look. The eyes of everyone seem to burn holes through her. So would you be slut, stated the hotel employee. Ericka snapped back what the…? Before she could complete her question the woman held out an envelope and pointed at what was written on it. SLUT in large letters. Ericka just stood there dumbfounded. Well, the lady asked sternly? Yes I am, stated Ericka weakly. Room 1167 she said as she handed Ericka the envelope. Ericka snatched it from her hand and almost ran to the elevator.
More Chapters to come. I am holding back to build the excitement.
