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   Victoria's Secret Ch.  01



   Jessica stared across the cafeteria at the table of popular girls
fantasizing what it was like to be one of them.  She never really got a
fair shot to hang out with them, having failed a grade back in middle
school, making her the only 18 year old senior.

   "If you stare harder they might ask you to join." Her best friend Amanda
said as she sat down beside her.

   Jessica laughed.  "It's not fair.  They get everything handed to them on
a silver platter."

   Amanda took a bite of her sandwich and talked with her mouth full.  "You
know it looks easy but think of all the drama."

   "What drama?  Looks perfectly fine to me."

   "Every one of those girls is dying to be Victoria's best friend.  The
closest ones Emma and Reilly are currently on the top, but they have to
constantly fend off the rest."

   "And what about Victoria?" Jessica asked.

   "She has it the worst.  If she makes one mistake, she doesn't just fall
to the next rung, she falls completely off the ladder."

   Jessica picked at her food and continued to stare.  "Still.  Seems like
a pretty good life to me."

   The popular girls laughed at one of Victoria's jokes.  Amid the
laughter, she looked across the room and made eye contact with Jessica. 
Embarrassed, Jessica looked down.  She waited a few moments and then looked
back up.  Victoria raised her eyebrow and then focused her attention back
on her friends.  Jessica's heart raced.  Victoria never acknowledged her
existence even when they had class together.  Why was she looking?

   ***

   Jessica put her books in her locker and slammed it shut.  Victoria
startled her as she stood on the other side.

   "Hey.  Jenna is it?"

   "Jessica."

   "Don't care.  I'm having a party on Saturday and I wanted to know if you
want to come?"

   "I...I...sure."

   "Perf.  Give me your phone."

   Jessica handed her phone over.  Victoria put her number in and handed it
back.

   "I'll text you the deets.  Toodles."

   Jessica felt like a freshman boy as she watched the most popular girl
walk away after talking to her.  She looked down at her phone and noticed
Victoria put her name as Goddess Victoria.  She felt like she was finally
making headway into popularity three years too late.

   ***

   Jessica took one last look in her car mirror to make sure her make-up
was still perfect.  She watched hours of video tutorials to find her style
and was pleased with the final result.  She needed to make a good
impression if she wanted to be invited back.

   Victoria opened the door and hugged Jessica.  She lead her into the
party and announced her presence.  She called her Jenna, but Jessica didn't
correct her.  The party was in Victoria's basement and it was bigger than
Jessica's house.  There were butlers handing out drinks and hors d'oeuvres
with a fully functioning bar on one side of the room.

   She was lead through to the food preparation area where a team of chefs
were busy cooking an assortment of appetizers.  Jessica was overwhelmed by
the excitement and ready to start mingling with other people she would
never get a chance to talk with at school.

   "Look I know this is your first party, but one of our models dropped out
last minute and we can't find a replacement." Victoria said.

   Jessica was too busy stargazing at the many things around her.

   "Jenna." Victoria snapped her fingers.  "Right here."

   Jessica looked at Victoria.

   "Anyway, as I was saying, we need someone and you and the model are like
twins.  Do you think you can take her place?"

   Jessica was delighted that Victoria thought she was hot like a model. 
If she was a model at Victoria's party, everyone would soon know exactly
who she was.

   "Of course, I'd love to.  What am I modeling?"

   Victoria smiled and walked her over to the corner.

   "You're going to be a strolling table.  Well I mean it's not really a
strolling table because its not actually moving, but that's what they call
it in show business."

   In the corner was a large round table with a giant hole in the middle
engulfing the rest of the table cloth.

   "So you're going to go in the middle of the table and we're going to put
drinks around and you basically just stand there with your hands on your
hips, smile and be cute." Victoria said.

   "I'm going to be a table."

   "A strolling table."

   Jessica regretted saying yes.  She thought she was going to be walking
around in a sexually provocative outfit not stuck in some table.  The
silver lining was she at least she had an excuse to talk to the people that
came over for drinks.

   "Do I have to smile the whole time?" Jessica asked.

   "Yes.  I mean usually the model is pouring drinks but since you don't
have your certificate for that I think it's just best you stand there and
smile.  Don't worry, no one will engage with you, I already let them know
the models were just for decoration."

   Jessica deflated.  No talking either.  At least she would be seen
helping Victoria out.

   "Just wait here and I'll have my team get you ready.  Toodles."

   Jessica sat down and waited.  She looked down at the new dress she
bought and realized Victoria didn't even compliment it.  All her hard
earned money on a dress no one was going to see.  At least she was at the
party.  The alternative was sitting in Amanda's basement watching
television and gossiping about guys they'd never hook up with.

   Soon Jessica was brought out as part of the table.  They had redone her
makeup to exaggerate her eyes and mouth.  The dress that was part of the
table strapped around her shoulders and left a low dip in her top.  A push
up bra was used to create a voluptuous chest and a ruby pendent was placed
around her neck to draw wondering eyes.  Matching ruby earrings and a ruby
ring were also used to complete the outfit.  She stood with her hands on
her hip and smiled as instructed.  Drinks were placed around her and then
she was left alone.

   Jessica watched the party and knew everyone was having a good time.  She
was disappointed she couldn't join, but at least she was now a fly on the
wall for the cool kids.

   Emma and Reilly walked over and each grabbed a drink.  They didn't even
look at Jessica.  Instead they stared out at the party with judgmental
eyes.

   "Can you believe what that slut Kylie is wearing?" Emma said.

   "If you're going to show that much skin just like take it all off."
Reilly said.

   Jessica spotted Kylie in the middle of the room surrounded by mostly
guys.  Her low cut top showed plenty of cleavage and matched with her short
shorts, the two girls weren't wrong in their assessment.

   Victoria walked over and grabbed a drink, completely ignoring Jessica.
She wanted to say hi, but she feared Victoria would be angry that she broke
the rules.  Victoria pulled out her phone and brought up a picture of a
prom dress.

   "So here's my prom dress.  I let Craig pick the color."

   "Oh my God, that's so pretty." Emma said.

   Jessica's morale deflated.  She had a huge crush on Craig and always
fantasized that in her final year, Craig would shock everyone and ask her.
But he asked Victoria and she said yes.  Now her favorite fantasy would
never be a reality.  Craig walked over and Victoria quickly put away her
phone.  He made brief eye contact with Jessica and smiled.  His attention
turned to Victoria.

   "Hey listen, I hear there's a big party going down at Masons.  DJ and
everything.  You want to move there?" Craig said.

   The girls grew excited.

   "We'll let everyone know." Emma said and hurried off with Reilly.

   "I'll let them know to expect us." Craig said and brought his phone to
his ear as he walked away.

   "Victoria." Jessica said.

   Victoria looked at Jessica.

   "You're supposed to be a decoration remember.  Decorations don't talk."

   "Well I want to get out of her and go with you guys."

   "Where?"

   "To Masons."

   Victoria laughed.  "We're just moving the party there, I can't bring my
own decorations."

   "But.."

   "Look Jenna.  You volunteered to be a decoration tonight.  My father is
having a party upstairs and he may want to use you.  Now stop talking and
play your part."

   Victoria walked away.  Jessica didn't know what to do.  She didn't even
know how to get out of the outfit without causing a mess.  She was stuck.
The party guests starting leaving and Jessica remained in the corner.  The
lights went out and the entire room went dark.  Jessica considered trying
to get out on her own, but the dark added unneeded complications.  She
resigned to her fate.

   After 20 minutes of hopeless darkness, the lights came back on.  A man
dressed in an expensive suit came downstairs with what looked like one of
his assistants and started pointing at all the decorations and people that
were catering Victoria's party.

   Jessica was rolled into preparation room and the assistant hastily
unloaded the drinks.

   "So change of plan, we obviously don't need a stroller girl anymore. 
Mr. West needs a trophy model."

   "A trophy model?"

   The girl looked at her dumbfounded.

   "Didn't your agency tell you...  You know what never mind, we're paying
you, so you'll do whatever we assign."

   "I'm not getting paid.." Jessica was silenced by the assistants finger
as she answered her phone.

   "I'm needed elsewhere.  Put this on, get your ass up there and be arm
candy for whatever horny pervert grabs you."

   Th outfit was a skimpy shiny blue bikini and thong that would barely
cover anything.  She could always leave, but then Victoria would hear about
and she may never be invited back.  If she wanted to be apart of the cool
kids, she had to make sacrifices.

   Looking in the mirror, the outfit left nothing to the imagination.  The
tight bikini hid her nipples, leaving the rest of her breasts on show.  The
slightest movement of her legs threatened to ride her thong up her pussy.
Her body was on show for anyone to see and she desperately hoped the party
was a small gathering.

   Jessica followed the noise, while trying to figure out what the term
Trophy Model meant.  She couldn't think of anything worse than being arm
candy.  She saw women treated like objects all the time on television and
she couldn't believe someone would subject themselves to that.  How the
tables have turned.

   The party became evident as two large doors opened up into a beautiful
hall.  Jessica was immediately grabbed by a short stubby man.  The alcohol
on his breath almost knocked her over, but she held her composure.  On the
other side of the man stood another model wearing the same outfit as
Jessica.  She smiled with one arm wrapped around the man and the other on
her hip.  Trophy model was indeed an apt name.

   "And what's your name, cutie?" the man asked.

   Jessica didn't want to use her real name.  The last thing she needed was
to be creeped online.  She said the first thing that popped in her head.

   "Candy."

   The man laughed and his trophy model giggled.

   "Well Candy, that's exactly what I'm looking for.  Care to join me?"

   The man extended his arm for her to hook under.  She didn't know why he
asked, like she had a choice in the matter.  If she said no, he would be
embarrassed and depending how important he was that would ruin the whole
evening for her.  She smiled and nodded, hooking her arm underneath.  The
man walked forward with his two trophy models as others stared at the two
beautiful attractions.

   Jessica figured it was best to emulate the other model as she seemed to
be a professional.  She straightened her posture and pushed her chest out.
Her tits bounced around in the tiny bikini with one false move threatening
exposure.  When the man stopped to talk, she gracefully put her hand on her
hip and made eye contact with the person.  During conversation, the guests
eyes would occasionally slip from the man's eyes and check out both models'
bodies.  It was worse when there were several guests.  Their eyes taking in
every inch of her body, every imperfection.  And she let them.  She had no
other choice.  She stood with her hand on her hip smiling as she was
visually sexually assaulted.  How did women do this for a career?

   One of the hardest parts of the role was the giggling.  The other girl
giggled and it seemed genuine.  But Jessica knew the truth.  The girl was
probably having the exact same thoughts as her, the only difference is that
she was used to it.  Her giggles were quiet at first, but as she emulated
the other model, she started to get the hang of it.  The trigger was when
either the man or another guest laughed.  Both army candy would giggle as
well.

   For the next hour, Jessica remained as army candy for the man, whose
name she learned was Leonard.  He was the CEO of an IT security company and
from his interactions with other guests, very well respected.  There were
worst people to follow around.  One of those people was Victoria's own
father.  He had arm candy of his own and he made a point to play with their
bodies whenever he wanted.  Groping their tits or slapping their ass.  The
models took it in stride, not breaking out of their perfect posture or
brainless smile.

   Jessica wondered how long the party would be.  The smiling and holding a
perfect pose was physically exhausting.  Leonard received a call and
dejectedly told his arm candy that he had to step out.  He brought them to
a vacant corner and told them to stay put.  He hurried off to the exit.

   Jessica copied the other model with both hands on her hips and an
inviting smile.  Now they were decorations in the corner.  Not demeaning at
all.

   "So are we his the whole night?" Jessica asked through clenched teeth.

   "No, anyone can grab us now."

   The girls tone seemed unfriendly so Jessica remained quiet.  She
observed the party until one man approached and grabbed the more
experienced model.  She happily obliged leaving Jessica standing alone. 
Another chance to escape.  There was an exit right behind her.  She could
go find her clothes and then go home.  But she had already come so far, and
she wanted to see it through.  Despite the humiliation, which was now
turning her on, it hadn't been too bad.  That was about to change.

   Out of the crowd, she first spotted him.  She had seen glimpses of him
throughout the evening but she never got a good look.  As he walked towards
her, his identify was confirmed.  Her father was at the party.  There was a
50% chance he recognized her.  The makeup from the stroller costume
combined with the fact that she would never model her body in this way
might fool him into believing that this was not his daughter.  He walked up
to her and looked in her eyes.  She looked back with a smile.

   "Hello there." Her father said.

   "Hi." Jessica said.  Her pitch was an octane higher after all the
giggling which further disguised her identity.

   "And what's your name?"

   "Candy."

   Jessica smiled.  It was a weird position to be in.  After going through
the routine for a few hours with the other model, it was now natural to
smile, flirt, giggle and show off her body.  But this was her father.  She
figured she had to continue to play along.  Her pose remained and she let
him stare unabashedly at her.

   "Would you like to be my arm candy?" Her father asked politely.

   Jessica smiled and grabbed him around his waist.  Her father and mother
were happily married and she knew he wasn't the type to have his hands all
over a model's body.  If anything it was the atmosphere.  He recognized the
importance of status with each girl, so he found one.  Little did he know
he was actually parading around his daughter like a trophy to be won.

   It was humiliating.  It was degrading.  But it was so arousing.  Jessica
found herself posing in a more sexual manner and giggling like an airhead.
Was it because she was turned on, or was she trying to play it up to make
her father look good.

   "Well look at that fine young woman." A voice said from behind.

   Jessica and her father turned around.  Victoria's father, Ivan, stood
surrounded by a few other models holding the same pose.  He was staring at
her with hungry eyes.

   "Nice catch, Reed." Ivan tapped her father on the shoulder as his eyes
remained on her.

   "Are you new, sweetheart?"

   "This is my first night." Jessica said and giggled.

   Ivan whistled and looked back at his models who giggled on cue.

   "Well you're a little overdressed for your first night.

   Jessica smiled politely and giggled.  Everything she thought of saying
sounded risky so she decided to say nothing at all.  Ivan reached and
slipped off her straps letting the bikini fall and hang off her arm.  She
was too scared to do anything.  Maybe if another guest tried it, but this
was Victoria's dad.  If she screwed this up, she would never be invited
back again.  Her breasts where on full display for everyone to see
including her father.

   "Nice pair on this one, isn't that right, Reed?"

   Her father stared at her tits and nodded in agreement.

   "Give them a good squeeze, that's what she's here for,"

   Jessica cringed in her mind.  As if it couldn't get any more
humiliating. She tried pretending that her dad was just a random man as she
turned and gave him an inviting smile to fondle her tits.  Her hands
planted on her hips as she stood the proud owner of such a large rack.  Her
father didn't hesitate as he groped her breasts and pinched her nipples. 
They made eye contact and he still couldn't recognize her.  Openly
appreciating her body probably had a disassociation effect.  Even if he
thought she looked like his daughter, the acts performed so far would
immediately contradict that.  To him, she was just another dumb model paid
for her body.

   "Give it a taste, Reed." Ivan said and slapped her father on the back.

   Reed bent over and start sucking on her right nipple.  She giggled
realizing she hadn't in a while.  Her father's tongue whipped across the
sensitive nipple and along with everything else, the taboo situation was
starting to get her body wet.  Her own father was sucking on her breasts in
front of everyone.  His head popped up and he wiped the slobber off his
face onto his sleeve, leaving the rest on her chest.

   "Reed, why don't you and your trophy join us in the private den.  This
party is starting to bore me."

   Her father's eyes lit up.  She knew exactly what he was feeling.  It was
the same feeling she got when Victoria invited her to the party.  Both her
and her dad were looking to move up in life and they needed to hang around
the right people to do that.  Jessica followed along side her father with
her breasts bouncing freely.  She was glad her father was making friends.
It was a silver lining for having to relegate herself as an object. 
Besides her name, not one person talked to her.  She was there to be seen
and that was it.  If the most intelligent girl in the world happened to be
the most beautiful, men would still prefer to stare at her rather than
listen.

   In the private den there were many other beautiful women hanging off
men. The room had soft music playing with plenty of wait staff walking
around with food.  The private bar in the corner of the room looked like it
carried ingredients for any drink you could imagine.  Ivan led them to two
red couches.  As Reed sat down, two new models flanked him.  Ivan pointed
to Jessica and she joined him on his couch.  She stared across at her
father and he stared back looking disappointed he lost his topless model
despite two more replacing her.

   Ivan was immediately groping and caressing her body, keeping her tits
cupped in his hand.  Her father watched as the host of the party helped
himself to his daughter.  Jessica didn't bother resisting.  She had come
this far, it was only a little longer before she could go home.

   "Sweetheart go grab me a drink from the bar." Ivan commanded.

   Jessica nodded compliantly.  As she walked away, she could hear Ivan's
booming voice.

   "I'm going to fuck that tonight.  All these models do is come here to
get some rich dick."

   Jessica walked to the bar and ordered a whiskey as wandering eyes stared
at the round melons jiggling with each step.  How was she supposed to
respond to that comment?  She brought Ivan his whiskey and sat down beside
him.  There was a moment of silence as if he was encouraging her to try and
object.  But she said nothing.

   "Thanks slut." Ivan said.

   Jessica was so embarrassed.  He was openly degrading her in front of her
father and all she could do was smile, giggle and take it.  Her dad's face
showed pity.  He was probably thankful it wasn't his daughter in this
situation.

   After a general conversation about business and a few introductions to
his business associates, Ivan got off the couch.  Jessica stood up with him
and held her arm around his shoulder.  She made eye contact with her father
one more time hoping he would notice her and save her.  But he smiled
politely and went back to talking with the other men.  Ivan lead her to a
small private room and closed the door.

   "Are you enjoying your night, Jessica?" Ivan said as he undid his built.

   Jessica's eyes lit up.

   "You know who I am?"

   Ivan smiled.  "Of course.  You think Victoria doesn't tell me anything."

   Jessica was speechless.  Everything she did in front of his father was
for the enjoyment of Ivan.

   "Now here's what's going to happen.  You're going to get down on your
knees and out of gratitude for letting you and your father attend this
party, you are going to blow me."

   The door was behind Ivan.  Even if she tried to escape, she would never
be able to get past him.  Being aggressive was only going to make things
worse.  The truth of the matter is that Jessica should have left a long
time ago, but something inside her wanted to keep pushing the envelope. 
She didn't want to admit it, but every escalating scenario made it hotter
and hotter.  Even her dad groping her chest surprisingly turned her on. 
Knowing that he thought she was a random girl protected her from the
judgment and disappointment and let her fully enjoy the moment.  Up to this
point, Jessica had been relegated from Jessica, the 18 year old high school
senior, to Candy, a slut with big tits for the viewing pleasure of all. 
There was no personality, no stimulating conversations.  She was just there
to look good.

   What choice did she have?  She already risked so much to fit in the with
the popular girls.  What's a little more dignity gone.  Jessica slowly sunk
to her knees.  Ivan was pleased.  He grabbed her head with both hands and
guided his cock in her mouth.  Forcefully, he face fucked her with no
regard for her.  After a few minutes of disorienting jabs down her throat,
Ivan let go of her head and used his size to pin her to the desk with his
cock down her throat.  She couldn't move and her focus was maintaining
adequate air exposure.  She faintly felt her arms being lifted and the
rattling of metal before the cock was finally released from its wet prison.

   Jessica gasped for air and tried to cover her mouth, but her hands were
now handcuffed to either side of the desk.  She struggled.  Ivan placed a
thick collar around her neck which must have been attached to something
behind her.  She could no longer move her head.

   Ivan stood over her with his arms crossed admiring his work.

   "Good girl.  At these parties it's become customary to have a little
slut, such as yourself, available for oral pleasure.  Usually we pay the
model extra on the side, but you have voluntarily accepted everything
without complaint.  So I'm going to give you one last chance, Jessica.  Nod
your head if you accept being this evenings entertainment."

   Jessica felt helpless.  She wondered what game he was trying to play. 
If she didn't do anything, would he just let her go.

   Ivan waited patiently.



   Victoria's Secret Ch.  02

   Jessica felt the restraints and the taste of Ivan still fresh on her
tongue.  She had been degraded the entire night and she continuously
accepted it.  While the cool kids were partying and drinking, she was stuck
with a bunch of old perverts and bimbos showing off her body.  And she
hated that it turned her on.  Ivan tapped on his watch.  Sucking cocks so
her father could get ahead, was that really what it came to?  Is that how
far she would stoop?  She lowered herself enough to be Victoria's friend,
what was a little more loss of dignity.

   "I'll do it." Jessica said swallowing her pride.

   "You'll do what exactly?" Ivan said.

   "I'll suck everyone off like a good girl.  I'll be your good little cock
sucker." Jessica said what she knew he wanted to hear.

   Ivan grinned.  "Beg for it."

   "Please let me suck those cocks.  I'll do anything to have my slutty
hole filled."

   Ivan walked over and undid the restraints.  Jessica was happy to be free
again and unsure how to feel.  After mentally preparing herself to suck
multiple cocks, the craving was lingering.  The high emotion of humiliating
situation after humiliating situation had raised her horniness so high,
that without relief, any sexual situation seemed desirable even if it was
sucking a stranger's cock.

   "That was a test.  And you passed." Ivan said.

   Jessica stood up and rubbed her wrists."So I don't have to suck anyone's
cock?"

   "No, but you do have to fuck me." Ivan played the video of Jessica's
dirty talking.  "Anytime I want.  Wherever I want."

   He grabbed her and pulled her close.  "That's a lot better than sucking
50 plus unknown cocks, wouldn't you agree?"

   Jessica was happy she didn't have to endure the abuse of different cocks
or her father's depending on the peer pressure, which evidently was always
high.  But she needed to get off on something.  The sexual energy within
her was begging for release.

   "Are you going to fuck me now?" Jessica asked.

   Ivan gently placed a piece of her hair behind her ear.

   "Such an eager little slut." Ivan said.  "I was going to wait, but if
you insist."

   Ivan opened the door.  "I want you to get on all fours on the table in
front of the couches we were sitting at."

   Jessica could see her father was still sitting there.  She regretted
opening her mouth.  The private room lead her to believe things were going
to happen behind closed doors.

   "Please, no.  You can fuck me in here, I'll do whatever you want."

   Ivan grabbed her by the arm and shut the door behind him.

   "The more compliant you are, the more dignity you'll have by the end of
it."

   Jessica resigned to her fate.  Ivan now had her on camera like a slut
and although there was nothing too embarrassing, if it ever got out, and
her father saw, their relationship would be forever damaged by the
awkwardness of watching his daughter act like a total slut and enabling
that behavior himself.  By complying further, she was making the damage
close to irreparable and the film more valuable, but what other choice did
she have but to play along.

   Jessica avoided eye contact with her father despite seeing him staring
back in her peripherals.  The fact that he got Ivan's attention must have
made her his lucky charm.  Now she waited naked on the table on all fours.
Ivan approached the couches.

   "Did I not say I was going to fuck this broad.  Look at her asking for
it." Ivan said.

   Jessica couldn't object which made it worse.  Now she was the eager
slut. She could hear the men laughing around her and commenting on various
parts of her body.  Her ass was just the right amount of tightness, no sag
at all.  She looked like she could take a big dick.  Her tits were the
perfect size for titty fucking.  And finally, her least favorite one, what
a dumb bimbo.

   But they weren't wrong.  People judge others on their actions.  And all
they've seen from Jessica is a piece of meat with an open invitation to
play with her.  How else would they describe her.

   "Reed, this was yours right?" Ivan said.

   Her father shrugged his shoulders.  "I found her in the corner."

   "Don't be polite.  You were the talk of the town with that eye candy
hanging off you." Ivan said.  "Come, take center stage for the show."

   Ivan pointed to the sofa directly in front of Jessica.  If being fucked
by Victoria's dad wasn't enough, having her father watch and being forced
to make eye contact with him was about as humiliating as it could get.

   Like her, he didn't know how to say no, nor would he dare.  He leaned
back on the new sofa and they made eye contact.  The mind was a fascinating
mystery, the way it perceived the world.  He was looking directly at his
daughter, where in any other context he would recognize immediately.  But
naked on a table waiting to be fucked completely distorted his facial
recognition.  The thought that she looked like his daughter must have
crossed his mind based on his uncomfortable sitting position and nervous
smile.

   Jessica felt the tip of Ivan's penis rubbing against her pussy.  There
was no need for foreplay.  She was soaked from being the night's
entertainment.  Ivan entered.  She didn't want to make eye contact with her
father, but she had no where else to look but in his vicinity.  It was
clear from the start that Ivan would not considered her pleasure in the
process as he jack hammered away.  The psychological aspect, knowing how
much of a slut she had been and who she was doing it in front of, took care
of her pleasure.  Jessica tried her best to hold off an orgasm, but the
combination of physical and psychological stimulation was pushing her near
the edge.  She made the mistake of making direct eye contact with her
father.  He kept his face neutral.  Her eyes trailed down to the outline of
his hard cock straining against his pants.  He was getting turned on by his
daughter being fucked publicly.  The thought was too much to handle as
Jessica let out a scream as she climaxed.  Ivan continued on for his own
pleasure as Jessica recovered with her head down.

   After a few more minutes of fucking, Ivan pulled his cock out and walked
around front blasting Jessica in the face.  It landed in the center of her
forehead and dripped down over her nose and chin.  He cleaned his cock off
in her mouth and then moved out of the way for her father to see the
finished product.

   "Smile, you dumb bimbo." Ivan said.

   Jessica forced a smile as the cum slowly dripped and covered the bottom
of her face.

   "There you go, Reed.  She's all yours again."

   Ivan wandered to another area of the party, his original girls taking
their place at his side.  Jessica waited on the table.  She became so used
to waiting for commands, she didn't know what to do next.  Reed stood up
and offered his arm.  She got off the table and accepted it.

   "Look you can leave if you want to." Reed said.

   Jessica sucked it up.  "No, I'm fine.  That's what we're here for."

   "Are you sure?"

   Jessica nodded.  She knew the cum was to stay on her.  If she wiped it
off, it might provoke another sexual incident with Ivan.  Better to be safe
than sorry.  She walked with Reed, her new master's mark covering her face
for all to see.

   The rest of the evening went on as normal.  She followed her dad around
who made many contacts.  She was happy for him and hoped when they first
talked in their normal roles, he would be able to forget the image of the
look-alike whore from the party.  It was a conversation that had her
nervous.

   ***

   The week after the party, Victoria made a point to say hi to Jessica,
but still didn't hang out with her.  On Friday, she was invited dress
shopping for prom with Victoria and her friends.  Of course they were going
to one of the high end stores and with all she did for her dad, she hoped
the boost in status lead to a boost in money.

   She avoided her father, who was busy with work throughout the week, but
if she wanted money, she had to bite the bullet.  If her dad showed any
hint of discomfort, she knew his subconscious worked out the truth. 
Whether he decided to accept that truth was the real issue.

   Reed was sitting at his desk starting at his computer.  Jessica knocked
and walked in.  Her father smiled at her like he usually did.

   "Hello sweetheart, what's up?"

   Jessica smiled back and walked to the front of the desk.  Up close she
could see hints of suspicion on her father's face.  He definitely thought
of that girl from the party from time to time and seeing his daughter and
confirming the uncanny resemblance did little to ease his troubling mind.
Jessica wore no makeup when talking to him.  She didn't want to be
associated with that whore in her own home.

   "I'm going dress shopping with..." she couldn't say Victoria.  The less
association with that family the better.  "Amanda.  And I was wondering
what my budget is?"

   Reed laughed.  "You tell me, sweetheart."

   "Well it's the only prom I'll ever have, so I figured go big or go home,
right?"

   "You know prom dresses are all the same.  It's the brand you're paying
for."

   "So what if I want to pay for a high brand?"

   "How much do you want, Jessica?"

   "Like...1000." Jessica said in the most innocent voice.

   "1000!  Absolutely not." Reed said.  "300 is the best I'll do.  You want
to spend more than that, you're making up the difference."

   "But daddy."

   Reed put his hand up.  "No one likes a whiner."

   Jessica couldn't hide her disappointment.  Her behavior seemed to
trigger a memory in Reed as he sat back with a questioning look.

   "Where did you say you went last weekend?"

   Tone meant everything.  If she had nothing to hide, it had to be a
nonchalant answer.  Any other tone suggested she knew what he was talking
about.  "Amanda's, why?"

   "Nothing." Reed said.  "Is that all?"

   Jessica walked around his desk and gave him a kiss.  She regretted
wearing a low cut top as her breasts were on full view as she bent over
slightly.

   "Thanks for the 300, daddy."

   She caught his eyes briefly examining the display before him.  The whore
at the party had big tits too.  There was one connection.  Eventually he
may make the full connection if she wasn't carefully.

   "You're welcome, sweetheart."

   Jessica could see the internal conflict.  He was trying to convince
himself that it was a huge coincident and nothing more.  He shook it off
and smiled as she departed the room.

   ***

   Jessica couldn't find any dress she liked.  She tried on at least five,
but they were all cheaper dresses.  She knew she had to have the best if
she was going to fit in with Victoria and her friends.  Jessica made her
way back to the more expensive brands.  Victoria was trying on the dress
from the picture she saw at the party.  It looked way more beautiful in
person.  She made eye contact with Victoria through the mirror.

   "What do you think, Jenna?" Victoria turned around and put her arms up.

   "It's so beautiful, Victoria."

   "You should get one in this brand, they are the hottest items right
now." Victoria said.

   "I don't even know where to start" Jessica said.

   The queen stepped off her pedestal and walked over to Jessica.  "Like,
never say never."

   Victoria brought Jessica over to the sales lady.

   "What's your most expensive prom dresses?" Victoria asked.

   The sales lady at the desk pulled a book of prom dresses and laid them
on the table.  Jessica saw Victoria's dress listed at $1,500.  The rest
where in the range from $1,000 to $1,500.  Jessica stomached the cost. 
Where was she going to come up with $700 to $1,200?  She needed to buy one
if she wanted to stay within Victoria's group or everything she went
through at the party would have been for nothing.

   "I'll try that one." Jessica pointed to a green dress from the popular
provocative clothing brand Sexie.

   "Awesome choice, Jenna.  That's totally hot." Victoria said.

   The price stuck in her head as she followed the sales lady.  Even if she
loved it, how could she pay for it?  Ideas went through her mind from
taking out a small loan to begging her father.  Her credit card wasn't an
option because that was maxed out.  She wished she had bitten the bullet
and gotten a part time job for extra money to spend.  In fact her father
would have been more generous if she was also working and contributing. 
That kind of attitude was grounds for a reward.

   The dress was perfect.  The style was off the shoulder, dipping to show
some cleavage and then elegantly contouring her curvy body with one slit
revealing her right leg.  Even the material of the dress was noticeably
different from the cheaper dresses.  A brand like Sexie always maintained
high quality clothing and now she knew what that felt like.  She had to
have this dress.  Nothing else would compare.

   Victoria and her friends gave her words of encouragement on how hot she
looked.  The thought of a prom date briefly popped in her head, but was
pushed aside by the issues of the price.  One problem at a time.  Jessica
did a few catwalks to show of the dress and then approached the sales lady
on her own.

   "Excuse me, is there any discount or deal on this dress?"

   "That dress is full price.  You're not going to find any discounts at
this time of the year." The sales lady said.  "We know you'll spend."

   "Could I like, do a payment plan or something?  I really can't afford
this right now." Jessica said quietly.

   The sales lady wasn't daft.  She could see what was going on and kept
her voice low.

   "Girl, if you can't afford it, you probably shouldn't be buying it."

   "Please, I'll do anything.  I need it." Jessica pleaded.

   "Unless you pay or your parents come in and pay for it, there's nothing
I can do." The sales lady said trying to end the conversation.

   Jessica knew her father would never agree to paying so much on a dress.
She needed a different approach if she wanted to avoid any embarrassment.

   "What if I pay $300 and then work here to pay the rest off?"

   Kelly, according to her name tag, was sympathetic.  She must have known
the pressure of prom having gone through it herself at some point in her
life.

   "I don't need any clerical help.  But"

   Kelly looked towards the window.

   "I could use a living mannequin to advertise my Sexie prom line." Kelly
said.

   "A what?"

   "You show up, put on the dress and makeup as if it were your prom and
then you stand in the window for the evening to display it." Kelly said. 
"Once you're done the contract, the dress is all yours."

   Jessica was relieved.  Finally an option that didn't involve her father.
She didn't even have to do much.  Just show up and wear a dress.

   "That sounds fair to me.  Where do I sign?" Jessica said.

   Kelly pulled out a contract for living mannequin and had Jessica put in
her personal details.  Once that was complete, Kelly put in the start and
end date and turned it around for her to sign.

   "Please make sure everything is satisfactory." she said.

   Jessica saw the price of the dress again and associated hours.  It was
going to be tough to fit in both the job and her studying for finals, but
it was manageable.  The dress would allow her to maintain her status with
Victoria's group and finally make her popular.  She happily signed the
contract and handed it back.

   "So when do I start?" Jessica asked.

   "Tomorrow, you come after school and we'll get you dressed up."

   "Thank you so much." Jessica said.  She placed her debit card on the
counter.  "Do you mind if I take the dress today?"

   Kelly put her hands on her hips.  "I can tell you right now, once you're
in with those girls you're going to hate it."

   Kelly took the card and rung up $300.  Jessica grabbed her card back,
but Kelly wouldn't let it go.

   "You may take it now, but if you don't fulfill your contract, I will
take legal action." Kelly let go of the card and handed Jessica her
receipt.

   She smiled politely and rejoined her new friends excited to share her
new purchase.

   ***

   Jessica showed up for her first shift after school and was delighted to
learn the first dress to be modeled was Victoria's prom dress.  For once in
her life she got to feel like a real queen.  With her hair, makeup, jewelry
and expensive dress on, she was lead out to the front of the store and
instructed to stand on the podium in the window.  She stood with her hands
by her side.

   "Now I want one hand on the hip and a smile." Kelly said.

   Jessica put her hand on her hip and smiled as she stared ahead.

   "I do have cameras on you.  You can switch hands every once and a while,
but you must always be smiling." Kelly said.  "No breaking character with
customers, you are just a display wearing a dress.  Got it?"

   Jessica did not respond.  Message received.  Kelly left her alone.

   After two hours on display, Victoria and one of the football players,
Eric, stopped in front of her.  Victoria gave her a friendly wave.  It was
impossible to hide the side job from Victoria, but Jessica was relieved
that she didn't make the humiliation worse.  In fact, she was there to make
things better.  Jessica didn't know much about Eric, other than being a
friend of Craig.  He was just as good looking, but Craig's status and
personality elevated his attractiveness above all the other players.  Eric
pulled out a paper sign that read: 'Jenna, will you go to prom with me?'

   The handwriting was obviously Victoria's, but Jessica appreciated the
effort her new friend was making.  She was so worried about buying the
dress she was putting off stressing over the real issue, a date.  Now that
was resolved.  Jessica discretely nodded her head.  Eric smiled back.  The
two carried on their walk.

   The rest of the shift went by quick.  Jessica felt butterflies in her
stomach.  Not only was she hanging out at prom with Victoria and her
friends, but she was going with one of the top football players. 
Everything was falling perfectly into place.

   ***

   Amanda leaned up against the locker beside Jessica.

   "You just going to ignore me now." Amanda said.

   "Sorry Amanda, I've just been busy."

   "With Queen Victoria and her minions?"

   "They're not that bad."

   "You're paying for a dress you can't even afford and do you even have a
date yet?"

   Jessica slammed her locker shut.

   "Actually I do.  Eric.  He asked me yesterday." Jessica said.  "Where's
your date?"

   Jessica stormed away.  She didn't have time to deal with Amanda's
jealousy.  If she was in Jessica's position she would do the exact same. 
Every girl wanted to be popular and those who said they didn't were only
lying to themselves and avoiding the truth.  The reason they aren't popular
is because no one cares about them.  No one desires them.  But finally,
Jessica felt desired.  She felt cared for.  And there was no way she was
giving that up even if it meant losing one friend.

   ***

   The build up to prom was everything Jessica hoped it would be.  She
balanced her studies and part time job while still maintaining a social
life. .  Victoria invited her out to different events and although she
didn't get any quality time with Victoria or Eric, it was great to be apart
of the group.

   The downside was that her and Amanda drifted apart.  Amanda wanted
nothing to do with her after Jessica refused to make time to hang out.  It
was a sad way to end their friendship and Jessica constantly questioned
whether it was all worth it.  Prom was going to be the party where all her
dreams came true or where she realized it was all a terrible mistake.  She
nervously looked forward to that very special day.

   ***

   Jessica stepped off her podium to end her last shift.  The next time she
was wearing a dress, it would be at her prom hanging off the arm of a
football player.  She changed into her casual clothes and headed out the
door.

   "See you later, Kelly."

   "See you tomorrow." Kelly said.

   Jessica walked back to the counter.  "My prom is tomorrow, I won't be
in."

   "But your contract says tomorrow is your last day."

   Kelly pulled her contract out and pointed to the last day indicated.

   "But I can't.  The whole reason I did this was to wear that dress at my
prom."

   "If you don't complete the contract, you can't have the dress."

   "I'll come back Monday and finish it." Jessica said in desperation.

   "No.  The contract says tomorrow.  I'm not breaking my own rules because
you didn't read the fine print.  You should have brought this up before
signing."

   "Well if I can't go to prom, then screw this."

   "Excuse me." Kelly raised her tone.  "You either fulfill the contract or
I charge you 1,100 dollars."

   "You can't do that."

   "Remember what I told you." Kelly said.  "Don't test me."

   Jessica sighed.  All her dreams shattered in front of her.  She couldn't
go to her dad to resolve it because that would give away the biggest secret
of all.  There was only one option left if she wanted to keep this quiet.

   ***

   As Jessica drove to the store, a limo passed her heading in the opposite
direction.  The thought of the fun she was missing soured her already bad
mood.  She texted Eric that she would be late and if he decided to go with
someone else, she understood.  He never responded back.

   The mall was dead, which worked in Jessica's favor.  If there was no one
around, maybe she would be allowed to leave early.  She got on her spot and
struck her pose, standing in the half empty mall while her entire class
partied and celebrated their final year.

   Just before six, Jessica spotted Eric and Amanda walking towards her
window.  Amanda was wearing the same brand and style dress as Jessica, but
in a different color.  How did she afford that?  They stopped in front and
stared up at Jessica who didn't break her pose.

   "Looks like Jessica is a little preoccupied tonight.  Let's take a
selfie." Amanda said.

   They stood in front of Jessica and angled it so she was in the
background.  Jessica was embarrassed.  Her former best friend was openly
humiliating her and documenting it to the world.  It was a bitch move on
her part.

   "You go ahead, I'll catch up." Amanda said.

   Eric didn't acknowledge Jessica as he walked away .  Amanda entered the
store.  Moments later, Kelly joined her in front of Jessica.

   "I think I have a much better idea for a pose.  Do you mind if I
reposition her?"

   "Be my guest." Kelly said.  "Jessica, let the young lady pose you."

   Amanda stepped up and grabbed Jessica's free hand and put it on her
head. She then arched Jessica's back and pushed her forward a bit so her
tits were on full display.  Amanda stepped back and admired her work.

   "Pucker your lips."

   Jessica begrudgingly obeyed and puckered her lips.

   "You let me know how it feels to be ignored." Amanda whispered.

   She joined Kelly in front for a better look.  There was a lot more sex
appeal now.  Kelly nodded in approval and reentered her store.  Amanda blew
Jessica a kiss and caught up with Eric.  Now Jessica was stuck in an even
more humiliating position thanks to her former best friend.  The pose was
definitely sexier, but it wasn't going to attract the clientele Kelly was
looking for at this time of night.  Thankfully she was behind glass.

   After a few hours she heard commotion as Kelly ran through her closing
routines.

   "Jessica, I'm going to be closing up early tonight because I have a few
errands to run."

   Jessica broke her pose.

   "Oh I'm so glad." Jessica said.  She stepped down from her podium.

   "Where do you think you're going?

   "To my prom." Jessica said.

   "You have to stay."

   "But you're closing."

   "I'm closing the store, but you're a window display.  People can still
see you."

   "There's nobody here."

   "Not now, but maybe later."

   "But."

   "We had this conversation earlier.  You're almost done, just finish the
job."

   Jessica begrudgingly climbed back up on her perch.  She couldn't bring
herself to pose.

   "Remember we have cameras on you, so remained posed as told."

   Jessica leaned forward, and puckered her lips with her hand on her head.
The fact Amanda put her in this position made her even more irritated.

   "I'll have the security guard let you out at 10."

   The lights went out and Jessica remained in the window in her expensive
prom dress.  Provocatively posed.  On display for no one.

   ***

   Just as Kelly promised, the security guard let Jessica out right at 10.
Prom was basically over which made the dress ultimately useless.  No
awkward parent meetings, no boys fiddling around with her corsage, no
pictures and no dancing.  The only memory she had of Prom was looking her
absolute best and staring out into an empty mall.  The only pictures that
existed were of her in the background of many teen selfies who found her
display amusing enough to share with their followers.  But even with all
that, the real disappointment was not having a date.  She wanted to flirt
and get to know someone like Eric, even if it was just for one night,
especially at the after party.  At least she still had an opportunity at
that.

   The after party was held at Victoria's and Jessica ended her shift just
as it started.  She headed straight there hoping to change out of her dress
before joining her classmates.  She parked her car down the road and walked
towards the house.  Her phone beeped.  It was a message from Ivan.  Of all
the times, he had to pick now.

   Ivan watched the prom party from the window.  Jessica joined him and
looked below at all her friends having fun.

   "You missed prom?" Ivan said.

   Jessica nodded.

   "Why?"

   "Because I had to pay for this stupid dress."

   "If you needed money, you could have asked."

   Jessica looked up at Ivan.  The thought had never crossed her mind.  All
her free time wasted when all she had to do was ask for help.

   "Keep that in mind for the future.  I mean it's the least I can do."
Ivan said as he undid his belt.  "Before you go join your friends, I'd like
to take advantage of this lovely sight."

   Jessica started to undress, but Ivan put his hand up.

   "Leave the dress on."

   Ivan slid the cushioned table over to the front of the window.  Jessica
got on all fours and stared out the window.  Ivan lifted up the dress and
claimed his prize.  At least someone got to appreciate the dress.  She
scanned the party as Ivan had his way.  In the middle of a crowd, she saw
someone staring back at her.  Victoria.  She smiled and turned her
attention back to her friends.

   Not a few feet away was Amanda hanging all over Eric, who was equally
enjoying her company.  That should have been her.  If only she had gone for
a cheaper dress.  But because of her selfishness, she was instead stuck on
display and then used like a sex toy to fulfill Victoria's father's twisted
schoolgirl fantasy.  Every decision she made lead her down a road of
further humiliation.  Even the highly anticipated sex was tainted by her
decision.  Instead of making love to a boy, she was fucked by a man.

   After pleasing Ivan, she changed into her casual clothes and joined the
party.  Her classmates were drunk which made them friendlier and happier
than her usual interactions with them.  Victoria welcomed Jessica to the
party offering her a shot of tequila .  The sting of missing her prom was
washed away with each subsequent drink.  Although they were hanging with
the same crowd, Jessica and Amanda refused to speak.  Her behavior at the
mall was a clear effort to make Jessica jealous.  She still couldn't figure
out how Amanda and Eric ended up together or where she got the cash for her
dress.  Someone must have helped her out.  But who?

   With no real date and the party winding down, Jessica decided it was
time to head home.  She took delight in the fact that Amanda already left.
Eric got too hands on for her liking and the excess alcohol within her
caused her to make a scene.  She never really was a drinker.  Eric backed
off immediately and Amanda left in embarrassment.  A part of Jessica still
cared and she almost ran after Amanda to console her.  But she was in no
state to make apologies or amends.

   Jessica said her goodbyes and headed to the curb to wait for her cab. 
Alone on the street, she heard footsteps behind her.  She turned to see
Victoria staggering towards her.

   "After all that, you're not even gonna say bye bye."

   Victoria stumbled and Jessica caught her.

   "Sorry Victoria, I didn't see you.  I thought you'd be with Craig."
Jessica said.  She saw a flash of disappointment on Victoria's face.

   Victoria held on Jessica to maintain her balance as she stood up.  Their
eyes locked.  Jessica was unsure what to do with the drunk social
butterfly. But Victoria knew exactly what she wanted.  She moved closer and
planted a kiss on Jessica's lips.  Jessica froze.  Victoria stepped back
and smiled.  She turned back towards the house.

   "See you later, Jessica."

   Jessica remained frozen in her place.  Victoria would never do that
sober.  Or would she?  Was that the alcohol or was there something else. 
Jessica's train of thought was interrupted with the honk of a taxi. 
Something to ponder with a clear mind.  Jessica got in the taxi and shut
the door.

   ***

   Jessica sat across the desk from David Valentine, one of the most sought
after modeling agents.

   "You want me to model?"

   "Look kid, you blew up on Insta with the Sexie prom dresses.  We think
you got the look and we think you got the talent." David said.

   Jessica blushed.

   "You're just getting out of high school and you can really make some
noise.  What do you say?"

   He pushed the contract towards her.

   "Your decision, kid."

   He placed a pen on top.


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