An Unexpected Tenant Pt. 05-06

Part 5: The training

Sunday morning, when Lucy finally emerged from her bedroom, Sarah was already awake. She had prepared a fresh pitcher of orange juice that she knew Lucy loved.

She waited until she had her breakfast and announced something to her:

"Lucy. I have good news. Dom really liked you yesterday and wants another session."

Of course, it wasn't such great news for Lucy. In her head, the photoshoot was absolutely a one-time thing and she hoped to find a proper job soon.

"I'm not sure..."

"Again?" The smile on Sarah's enhanced lips faded.

"Yes maybe I can find a... a better job."

"You don't think it's a proper job?"

"O-of course I do."

"Then it's settled. I'll tell him you're in."

"N-no."

Sarah gasped, exasperated.

"What do you mean, "no"? I'm paying for the food, I'm giving you a *huge* discount on the room and you can't even pay rent on time. You know I'm really expecting 650 from you before the end of the month, right?"

Lucy felt her ears turning red, like when she was scolded by her parents.

"It's not a joke Lucy. If you're not happy with the deal, you can go somewhere else but good luck finding a place to stay without a job or a grant."

Lucy's gaze was transfixed, her mind elsewhere. Maybe she could borrow some money... and pay it back later, when the grant came through. But what if it didn't?

"Seriously Lucy! Are you listening to me?! I have a MORTGAGE to pay. Helping you is putting ME in a tough spot. You're in your twenties now, it's time to be a responsible adult, alright?"

Her tenant nodded, dazed, almost in a state of shock. It was not enough for Sarah. She realized it wasn't the right approach.

"Look. Lucy."

Lucy moved her head up, met her gaze, tears in her eyes.

"I don't want to force you into something you don't want to do. I know it's hard. Do you think I enjoyed turning to sex work when I was 18? Tell me sincerely."

Lucy never really thought about that. When she was talking about Sarah's cam shows in the group in high school, it was always on the basis that it had been a voluntary choice for her. But no, she was not so sure.

"Answer me."

"I... I don't know."

Sarah shook her head.

"Like most girls, I started because I didn't have a choice. I needed to support my mother. I know you're a bit ashamed, I know how hard it is to pose nude. I know. Every girl knows. The girls you met yesterday had the same doubts, the same fears.", she lied. Most of them were exhibitionist sluts.

But Lucy nodded, with more conviction this time.

"You have to decide for yourself. I can't force you, I don't want to force you, ok? Either you do, or you don't. In any case, I want this month's rent at the end of next week."

Sarah went back to her room, leaving Lucy to decide.

A few minutes later, a knock on the door.

"I'll do it."

"You'll do what?", asked Sarah, standing in the doorframe with a smile.

"I'll do the... the photoshoot."

"It's your own choice?"

"Y... yes."

It was either posing naked or going back to her parents and abandoning her dream school. Not much of a choice. Besides, she *had* managed the last shoot, hadn't she.

"Awesome! I'm so glad you decided to stick with it. Okay, here's Dom's message from yesterday."

Sarah showed her a text that read:

"Hey Sarah, cute girl yesterday! Is she free for another nude shoot? She's still a bit shy about being naked you'll need to train her a bit and glam her up."

Sarah took back the phone and said, her voice full of excitement:

"Since you want to try again, you'll have to follow my lead, ok?"

"... uh... okay."

"So, first exercise of the day, we go bare-chested all morning like we did yesterday afternoon. Don't hide in your room! You can bring your laptop in the living room to study. It's all about feeling confident in our bodies."

Turning words into action, Sarah removed her t-shirt, freeing her round fake breasts. Lucy followed.

The morning passed, both girls keeping their chests bare. At the end of the afternoon Lucy wasn't so shocked by it anymore, as a new normal was slowly being established in her mind. A normal where she would keep her small A-cups out during the day.

"Alright, it's almost eleven, let's step it up.", said Sarah, removing her pants, exposing a red thong outlining her round ass cheeks. Lucy removed her own pants, to unveil ugly blue striped panties. She stayed on her seat, working on her laptop in the living room until noon, when the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Ah!" simply said Sarah. She got up from the couch, her round orbs of flesh still out and buzzed the building door open.

"Next exercise is there. Come behind me."

"... what..."

"Get up! Come on!"

Reluctantly, Lucy moved behind Sarah, feeling exposed in her panties. She tried to hide behind Sarah but it wasn't easy, as the fit but petite woman (not even 5 foot tall) barely reached her chin.

Sarah laughed at the ridiculous attempt.

"Don't be so shy! Being naked isn't so bad. Most people are half naked at home all the time."

Someone knocked at the door, making Lucy jump. As Sarah went to open the door, she ran away in a flash. On the other side was a food delivery guy, a scrawny white dude who felt like it was his lucky day.

"Here's your, uh, food, uh, miss.", he said, eyes locked on Sarah's chest.

"Thank you!", chirped Sarah, giggling.

The interaction barely lasted 10 seconds, but enough for Lucy to understand the point.

"See? Nothing happened. They see naked people all day.", said Sarah, coming back with a small box of food. "It's good training. You get the next one ok?"

"A-are you crazy? I can't..."

"Don't be shy. Ok, we'll do the next guy together then."

10 minutes later, Lucy still thought Sarah was joking when she heard the doorbell again.

"Come behind me", said Sarah. She gripped her hand, this time. "Do not run away."

Behind the door was a heavy black guy whose eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Uh... food... delivery.", he muttered, entranced by the two young beauties almost naked in front of him. The one in front giggled. Too bad the second girl was trying to hide behind the other one. Clearly, they were having some kind of bet, he thought. He didn't have time to investigate further as the door closed quickly on him.

"Hahaha, Lucy you should see your face!"

Lucy was as red as a beet, eyes wide open, arched eyebrows wrinkling her forehead, and sporting a large, tense smile on her face.

"Are you ok babe?"

"Y... yes."

"You see, it's not the end of the world. Just a bit of fun. Play dumb. If they talk to you... just giggle. Ok?"

A third man came. Sarah forced Lucy to stay next to her this time. This delivery guy couldn't keep his eyes away from their nipples, frenetically moving his gaze from Sarah to Lucy's chest. He tried to say something, that was cut off by Sarah's giggle, hand open, asking non-verbally for the bag of food.

A fourth guy, an older fellow:

"Well now... what have we got here?"

Lucy and Sarah were arm in arm and offered no explanation, simply giggled together before collecting the food.

Lucy felt objectified, exposed, scrutinized, vulnerable. But Sarah was right, the feeling was less intense with each encounter. Knowing there were no consequences, just a quick flash of skin, then the door closing, made it easier. By the seventh man, Lucy could open the door herself. Sarah watched from the side, a subtle smile playing on her lips as she savored the erosion of Lucy's boundaries, dismantling Lucy's inhibitions, chipping away at her self-worth. Lucy exposed herself as fast as she could to the next three men. It was becoming disturbingly easy to answer the door nearly naked, to endure the gaze of the men on her bare chest. And following Sarah's instruction, she would never explain her behavior, offering only a vacant giggle whenever a man attempted conversation.

Once the long streak of food deliveries came to an end, the two girls sat at the kitchen table, eating. They were both still in their undies.

"So... how did it feel? Be honest.", asked Sarah, picking a large slice of pizza.

"Uh... It was... weird..."

"Scary?"

"Yes but..."

"Exciting, right?"

"Maybe..."

After lunch, they moved a step further, both girls removing the last piece of clothing. To her own surprise, Lucy once again rapidly adjusted: being completely naked with her roommate, in this warm apartment wasn't such a bad experience... especially because she stayed seated working on her computer, retreating to her study.

But Sarah didn't want to let her hide. She invited Lucy to sit on the couch.

"Ok,", she said, her voice low and laced with amusement, watching Lucy's tense posture. "First rule of sitting from now on: keep your legs open."

Slowly, hesitantly, Lucy opened her thighs, unwilling to fully expose herself.

Sarah's hand moved, slow and deliberate, over her own pussy. "If you're still a bit shy," she offered, her gaze locking with Lucy's, "keep your hand between your legs."

Lucy obeyed, her palm trembling as it cupped her own sensitive flesh, hiding it from view.

"Very good. We'll stay naked in the house but I don't want you curling up in a corner. I want you naked and proud. Push your chest forward. Open your legs a bit more. That's right. You can keep your hand down here. Now, tell me... do you watch porn?"

"Not much...", Lucy answered weakly. She never watched porn, her parents being so adamant against it she never dared to try even by herself.

"I figured. I'll show you some nude photoshoots, ok?"

The big screen flickered to life, displaying a buxom blonde posing in delicate lingerie. With deliberate slowness, the blonde began to undress, each garment falling away to reveal more and more flesh. The video transitioned into a nude photoshoot, Sarah providing a running commentary, dissecting the lighting, the poses, the artistry. But the "artistry" quickly dissolved into something far more explicit. A big, strong, veiny hand reached out, gripping the blonde from behind, and the scene shifted to softcore porn between a muscular lean man dominating a woman with elegant ferocity.

Lucy was watching with rapt attention, her hand still between her legs subtly starting to move into a small, hesitant rhythm.

Sarah changed to another model, a brunette, also with large, enhanced bust. All the videos she had selected featured women with big fake breasts, hoping to make Lucy feel inadequate about her own small nubs. This one was another slow progression from soft, artistic solo videos to straight-up porn. From the corner of her eye, she watched Lucy, gaze glued to the video, her hand visibly playing with her pussy now. She was moving her hips back and forth, mirroring the movements on the screen. For Lucy, the sensation was intoxicating, overwhelming. She hadn't realized how starved she was for this, for this raw, uninhibited display of desire. She hadn't even known she *could* feel like this. She wasn't a virgin, she had a boyfriend for a few months, but he had been inexperienced and clumsy and left her feeling... nothing. She even suspected she might be asexual. But now, seeing something as sexy as this for the first time, those beautiful men and women on the big screen, the hard masculine muscles playing with the soft feminine flesh while being herself, naked, exposed and, well, slightly drugged, was more than she could bear. She was oblivious to Sarah now, so comfortable, floating on a warm cloud, fixated on the screen, playing with her pussy, unaware of the soft moan escaping her lips, a sound she didn't recognize as her own, as the big, round breasts were bouncing as the model was fucked hard from behind and...

"Alright, we'll stop there.", decided Sarah, turning off the screen, zapping her back to reality.

With difficulty, she went back to her computer, to her school study, keeping her legs opened with a hand between them as Sarah reminded her to do. Her mind wandered far from the course on economic laws that was in front of her and soon, she resumed masturbating, as discreetly as she could.

A bit before seven, the bell rang again. Lucy wondered who it was. For sure, Sarah wouldn't... wouldn't... Yes, she would. Sarah was already moving toward the door, fully naked like she was herself, and motioned her to come. Lucy got up, strangely excited, euphoric even. Both girls opened the door giggling like brain dead bimbos.

The deliveryman froze and a half-formed greeting died in his throat as he stared at the full, unapologetic nudity before him. He fumbled with the thermal bag containing their order, nearly dropping it. Lucy giggled, for real this time.

And the ballet of restaurant orders resumed for the night. Between each guy, Lucy would sit and resume masturbating as Sarah pretended not to notice.

The training had been effective. The last delivery arrived just before ten. At this point, Lucy still had a little flicker of apprehension but the numbness had won. How easy it was to be naked, horny, in front of anonymous men. To answer all questions with a simple laugh. At the end, she swung the door open without difficulty, exposing her bare shaved (wet) pussy and the small rise of her breasts to the stunned gaze of the last stranger. Playing with a strand of hair, she offered a breathy, empty giggle before accepting the bag and closing the door.

Sarah watched with a satisfied smile, already thinking on how to push her even further.

Part 6: More training

Monday arrived. Sarah didn't give Lucy any drugs this morning. She wanted the medication to help smooth the process, not make her a zombie or an addict. She hoped the withdrawal from the stimulants would be enough to undermine Lucy's day.

As Sarah predicted, the night had been rough for Lucy. She could barely sleep, spent most of it in a crazed, heightened state of excitement. The first part of the night, she masturbated after going to bed to movies Sarah sent her to "study" on her phone... until the withdrawal kicked in: shivers, nightmares, crippling fear. She got up several times to throw up, Sarah holding her hair while she vomited, soothing her afterward, comforting her.

So, the next day, going to school was a challenge. She was particularly sluggish and exhausted, hiding at the back of the classroom, where none of her classmates or teachers tried to talk to her. She was starting to get a reputation there, slowly becoming the weirdo, the dumb one, some people wondering what she was even doing here and how she had managed to pass the entrance exam. But she was failing to notice, focusing all her energy to get through the day.

Sarah took malicious joy in seeing her state when she came home. She wanted Lucy to consider the school dull, exhausting, frustrating. She wanted it to contrast sharply with her new porn life, a life that should feel exciting, pleasurable and even desirable. She instructed her to get nude again in the house but didn't subject her to any "training" this first night of the week. Lucy crashed on her bed after a silent dinner, her bare ass on the cold kitchen chair, keeping her legs open wide according to the instruction of her housemate.

On Tuesday, Lucy felt a lot better, slowly getting back to her baseline, but the school was still a hassle because she was seriously falling behind now. When she returned home, she was expecting Sarah to subject her to more "training" but Sarah was dressed in gym clothes instead of being naked.

"Tonight we're going out, Lucy! But first, get naked will you?"

Lucy undressed and stayed several minutes naked waiting for Sarah to come back with a handful of sports clothes for her to wear as part of her training.

"Here, it should fit you."

Lucy stuttered as she picked up what she considered very small stretchy shorts: "I... I can't go out wearing that."

"It's just gym clothes, Lucy.", stated Sarah, visibly annoyed. "If you can't wear gym clothes, don't bother posing nude. It'll be a good way to remove your inhibitions."

Nodding, Lucy dressed up, pulling on her legs the pink, tight, spandex gym shorts. It hugged her butt perfectly. Next was a matching backless sports bra, emphasizing her small chest. Lucy's throat tightened. The bra was a bit loose, making her look like completely, absolutely flat. Flat as a board of wood. She could not even fill a sports bra!

"Put this in.", said Sarah, giving Lucy filled socks to put in her bra. The padding made her chest look like a D-cup. She had to admit it was a lot better.

Then, she covered herself with an oversized shirt and baggy sweatpants. White sneakers and a cap completed the look.

Both girls went out together, outfit matching, and walked to the nearby gym. It wasn't the kind of clothes Lucy was used to wearing but it wasn't so bad being in the street in baggy sport gear.

After a short five-minute walk, they entered the gym building. Sarah stopped her in front of the lockers that were outside the changing room, in the main gym area.

"We'll use these lockers.", she explained. Sarah simply removed her t-shirt and pulled down her pants, without any shame in the world. An eyebrow arched toward Lucy.

Her tenant looked around nervously. She had expected to go in the locker room. But, yeah it made sense. They just had to remove the baggy clothes, not change. So they could do that here. In the main room. For all to see. Most of the people here were men, some running on treadmill, some using elliptical bikes and, a bit further, some were using weight machines. She felt like they were all looking at her, waiting for her to change, even though she knew it wasn't the case.

There was also a handful of girls, most of them dressed in tight, revealing clothing. Very form fitting yoga pants, very short spandex shorts, tiny sports bra. It was the current fashion, she reasoned. Hands trembling, she removed her own top, exposing her torso to the cold air conditioning of the gym. She knew it was irrational but still felt weird, almost like she was stripping down to her underwear in public. Clumsily, she slid down her baggy pants, her small ass encased in the neon pink form fitting garment popping out.

"Good! Now follow me."

Never had she been so acutely aware of her own ass, feeling the cheeks rubbing together, swaying left to right, she followed Sarah, who was wearing her own ultra-tight green neon shorts but completely at ease. Sarah's ass was... nice. Round and firm, a stark contrast to her small, flatter butt.

The next hour was a gym session centered on their asses. They went in the back of the gym and did glute bridges, walking lunges and squats among other female gym members dressed in similar outfits. Some of them had yoga pants that looked painted on.

Catching a glimpse of herself in the big mirrors, she saw herself as any other female gym member, in the same kind of tight clothes as the others. She had to admit the padding in her bra, enhancing her chest unnaturally sort of... looked good. It was normal to wear this kind of gym clothes, after all. It became normal for Lucy. After a while, she almost stopped thinking about it.

2 hours later Sarah decided it was time to go home, got the clothes out of the locker and into a bag. Lucy's heart stopped when she understood it meant they wouldn't cover up on the way home but, she was so sore and tired she didn't have the energy to fight. Besides, it was... normal, right? And a five-minute walk. She went home exposing her pumped ass molded in the neon pink shorts in the street. Most eyes were drawn to Sarah's ass, though: plumper, firmer, rounder than her own.

Both girls stripped nude upon reaching home. This night, Sarah didn't push it further, not sure if Lucy was ready to watch porn or flash strangers without drugs in her system yet.

The next evening, Lucy came home at around 6. Sarah had prepared a bit of food for her, with just a bit of stimulant drug in the meal.

"Get some energy, we're going to the gym again", she said.

She gave her the pink shorts again, but, this time, she reached out to Lucy's waist to pull up the garment as tight up her butt as possible, making her scream.

"EEEK! What are you doing?!"

"Bringing you to the next level!"

She pulled up enough to clearly make Lucy's ass crack visible, each globe clearly separated, the lining coming just below the cheeks. Lucy tried to protest meekly but Sarah didn't let her.

"It's part of your training Lucy! Yes it's pulled up a bit tighter than yesterday but nothing to be embarrassed about. Let's go."

Still, this time, the glares on the street mostly landed upon Lucy's bottom curves, the poor girl very self conscious about how the fabric stretched to the limit molded her individual cheeks.

In the gym, Sarah made her do some bodyweight exercises. She wanted her to look at herself in the mirror, to be comfortable wearing such clothes in public. Lucy did look at herself, noticing once again how good she looked with bigger breasts and became red as a beet realizing how much of a camel toe she was showing. Still, she followed through, the embarrassment of exposing herself slowly turning into something else as the drugs kicked in. Following the instruction, she bent, offering to the rest of the gym a perfect view on the outline of her pussy, strangely excited at the thought of male gym members possibly ogling her. For the grand finale, they went to the stair master, riding the machine, step by step, their asses up there for all to see, perfect orbs balancing hypnotically. As the stairs appeared and disappeared in front of her, she felt like she was in a dream, floating above everyone, each step making her lose more and more contact with reality.

When Sarah decided it was time to go home the hypnotic feeling was in full force. Lucy nodded and followed her with a blissful smile.

On the way back, Lucy's shorts were still pulled up, very visibly exposing her pussy shape and clearly defining each of her ass cheeks as if painted on. She knew she was supposed to feel embarrassed walking like that but... she couldn't remember exactly why: she was aware she was doing something naughty in public but the thought was curiously... pleasing.

"Come, I need to buy some stuff", said Sarah, pushing Lucy inside a store. It woke her up a bit. Walking five minutes from the gym to home was one thing, but going inside a shopping center wearing almost body paint was something else. She caught several men clearly looking at them, and her, and her crotch particularly, while she pretended she wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary, the red flush on her face betraying her.

In the queue, an older woman gave her a nasty, angry look. The older lady looked pissed off but didn't say anything.

They looked like complete sluts.

When they got out of the store, just before turning to their street, a man made a clear comment, something like "looking good ladies" and asked them where they were going. The girls didn't stop, Sarah simply smiled and Lucy answered only with a little giggle. The girl was learning well.

Arriving home, they got naked as usual, then Sarah put on some porn on the TV screen for Lucy to watch while she disappeared in the kitchen. She hid there for a while, waiting for the drug to make Lucy's boundaries shatter even more.

And indeed, Lucy sat, legs wide open, a hand between her legs, wondering if she could touch herself for a bit while Sarah was in the next room. After several minutes, she couldn't resist and gave her aching pussy the stimulation she had been craving since they went to the gym. On the screen, a fit, blonde girl with large fake breasts was posing and, soon, she would be fucked by a muscular man. Exactly what Lucy, in her docile, drugged state, wanted: to forget about the real world and be enveloped into the blissful world of pleasure of this familiar pink cloud, a cloud that made her float, float and forget about all her worries.

But the door rang.

"Can you get the door?", called Sarah mischievously from the kitchen, "It's food delivery. You know the drill!"

Reluctantly, Lucy got up, still naked, and cracked open the door just enough to get the bag, just enough to give the guy a little peek. A giggle, and she closed the door back.

She went back to the couch even hornier than before, touching herself looking at the bimbo on the screen that was getting rammed from behind with passion.

Sarah entered. She froze.

"Aw, don't stop on my behalf Lucy. Here, try that!", she said, giving her a cylindrical object with a soft plastic head.

A small Hitachi wand. Lucy looked at Sarah with a puzzled expression. It was the first time she was so obviously masturbating in front of Sarah, but clearly her housemate didn't mind.

"Try it!" she insisted.

Hesitantly, Lucy grabbed the toy, turning it on, and applied the cold plastic head between her legs. At first, it felt weird, then, as the temperature adjusted, as it got more and more lubricated... The pleasure became divine. It was the first time Lucy reached this height of pleasure, she didn't even know it was possible to feel this good, whining as the vibrating head rolled over her mound. Her whole body tensed and suddenly a barrier broke, the barrier she never had been able to overcome masturbating using her fingers, she went beyond the pleasure, beyond the physical world, her soul left her spasming body that became an autonomous organ fully dedicated to pleasure. She pushed the wand harder against her clit, and another orgasm hit her, and another, and another? She didn't even realize how loud she was screaming.

The toy rolled on the floor, as her whole body was still convulsing in the orgasm aftermath.

When the doorbell rang again, she tried to get up, but failed at first, too weak on her legs. Then, she finally managed to go to the door, legs shaking, naked, sweating, smiling wide. Still in the afterglow, she didn't even care about how the delivery guy looked at her with a mix of surprise and lust and took the bag from him with a wide smile, only to run back to the couch to try the toy again, to Sarah's delight. Sarah knew this magic toy had a flip side and was the perfect accessory to fuck up Lucy's sexuality even more.

Lucy couldn't fall asleep until 3am. Of course, the following day at school was another horrible drag.

On this Thursday night, after coming back, Lucy tried to fight back. She had promised herself to ask Sarah to stop her "training", but... after dinner, she still somehow ended in the same position as the day before: legs opened, enjoying a delicious masturbation session with the wand to some hardcore porn on the screen. She couldn't understand why she felt so weak, so horny, so good, so fluffy, so weak willed. Sarah, sitting next to her, her own hand between her legs, encouraged her and talked about the scene in front of her, commenting on the actress' body, the position, the setting.

"Look at this whore, she cannot wait to pounce on him... (hnng) She really wants to gobble his cock, the little slut... (yes) Now, notice how the camera is filming from below, her ass looks good in these shorts, doesn't it?... (aah) I bet the guy is crazy about her fake lips around his shaft... (uhn....) Isn't it hot how her fake breasts bounce just in front of the camera?.."

Lucy would only grunt and scream in response, her mind overstimulated by the drug, the pleasure and the porn.

Later in the same evening, she was introduced to a new exercise.

As she was calming down from another orgasm, Sarah brought some clothes for her to wear.

"Ok Lucy, I'll ask you something different tonight. I need you to check the mailbox, wearing that."

Sarah gave Lucy very tiny frayed jean shorts. They were so small she couldn't even button them up, and with so little material that half of her ass cheeks were visible. The thing was basically a thong, and a bad one at that, since it was cut in such a way the left side of her pussy lips was clearly visible on the front.

In her dazed state, Lucy didn't protest. Besides, it was so late she was sure she wouldn't meet anyone.

Dressed in this and a crop top, wearing flip-flops, she went downstairs like a ninja to the mailbox. It was almost midnight, so she didn't meet anyone in the building when going down. But, once she got to the mailboxes, a man appeared behind her.

"Hello", the stranger said. Jolted, she turned toward him. He was a guy in his late 20s, looking at her wide eyed. She smiled at him blissfully, still under the influence of the drug.

"Why is he looking at me like that? It's not like I'm naked." thought Lucy. She needed several seconds to remember what she was currently wearing. A week ago, she would never dare dress like that, and now, for a few seconds, she considered this outfit, exposing her ass and even a bit of her pussy lip, nothing to be surprised at!

Since he seemed to be waiting for an answer, she giggled, hoping it would break the tension. He opened the door and she followed him into the building, and into the elevator.

Bad move. She had specifically taken the stairs down before for a good reason: because she didn't want to be stuck, like she was now, in the elevator, dressed like a cheap whore. The mirrors on the wall were unforgiving, the harsh light making her white skin glow, emphasizing again how little she was wearing. Her torso, covered with a crop top her hard nipples were trying to poke through, her shoulders, her legs, half of her ass cheeks, exposed. She waited awkwardly to reach her floor, fidgeting with a strand of hair, hoping the guy wouldn't make any new comment. He didn't.

Sarah was happy to see her come back, rushing to remove her clothes and running to the couch to frig herself furiously with the wand.

Friday night arrived. By now, Lucy's body was getting quite addicted to the drugs Sarah was feeding her. At school, Lucy's mind was impatiently waiting for the day to end, unaware that her body was longing for the pleasure of a new dose of drugs but plenty aware of the shameful fun she had playing Sarah's perverted games.

When she came back from her business school Sarah dressed her in a short summer dress, for once it was nothing scandalous but still sexy, with the hem stopping above mid-thighs. But... no bra. No panties. Lucy flinched at the feeling of the fabric sliding on her bare skin. She got in Sarah's car, trying not to flash anything, wondering what Sarah had in store for her tonight.

To her surprise, she brought her to a nice looking restaurant. After sitting at a table, she explained herself.

"Today is the final day of your training! It deserved a celebration, don't you think?! But, it's not over yet. First instruction for tonight: whenever an employee speaks to you, you have to play with.... (Lucy's heart skipped a beat)... your hair.", said Sarah smiling. Lucy nodded. "Second instruction: you can only giggle to answer them." Another nod. "Third instruction, you know it already..." (Sarah looked under the table) "... you must keep your legs open wide. Wider. Perfect." (She moved back up) "But, all that is not the exercise for tonight."

Sarah took Lucy's phone to set a 10-minute timer. Then, she gave it back to her along with a large bag.

"Your favorite toy is inside. You will use it until the end of the 10-minute timer in the bathroom. Go!"

Lucy went to the lavatory. Sarah had no idea if Lucy would comply, but she was pretty sure she would. She took the opportunity to mix some drugs into Lucy's drink, pretending very deliberately she was mixing some medication for herself then switched the sodas. Ten minutes later, Lucy came back, looking a bit weird.

"Did you do it?"

"I... I tried." Without any drugs in her system, Sarah knew Lucy would have a hard time performing. Still, she decided to congratulate her.

"Very good, your training is almost complete. Cheers.", she said. She watched with satisfaction Lucy drink her spiked drink.

A waiter appeared, asking them if they were ready to order. Sarah gave Lucy a glare, a silent order she obeyed by playing with her hair, giggling. Satisfied, Sarah ordered for her.

When the waiter departed, she congratulated her "Good. Now, back in the bathroom, ten more minutes!"

The whole meal was punctuated by Lucy going in and out the bathroom multiple times. As the drug was diffusing into her body, Lucy's horniness would grow, her sessions in the bathroom becoming longer and longer. At one point, as Lucy came out of the bathroom looking flustered, dazed, a staff member asked her if everything was alright. To Sarah's satisfaction, Lucy replied only with a vacant giggle, touching her hair.

"How do you feel now Lucy?", asked Sarah rhetorically, when she was sat in front of her again, legs spread. "Hand between your thighs."

She complied.

"Touch yourself. Do you feel like a little horny slut? Do you want to cum like the dirty tramp you are? How does it feel to frig in a restaurant's bathroom? How does it feel to touch yourself under a table, in public, like a wanton slut?"

Sarah's words were driving Lucy wild. It was the same kind of talk she was getting off to when she was watching porn with her. She played with her pussy under the table somewhat discreetly at first, sensually, eyes closed, but after using the wand, she needed a lot more intensity. Soon, her entire body was engaged in the rubbing and Sarah had to stop her before getting caught for sure.

Back in the car, she marveled at the fact that she didn't even have to give Lucy any instructions: sitting in the passenger seat, the girl moved the hem of her skirt up and resumed masturbating apparently oblivious to the fact that she was doing it in public. Sarah's exercises and the drugs really had woken up her inner slut, just in time before tomorrow's photoshoot.