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This story will be bold, surprising, shocking at times, and is unlike anything I have ever written. No romance, hand holding, flirting or cute moments. If you are easily offended, this is NOT the story for you. I have the utmost respect for women, their choices, and how they are portrayed, but after years of wanting to write this story, fellow erotica writer J.S. DEACON finally inspired me to create this. None of what happens to Julie is meant to offend anyone, and could not happen because of HR policies, rules and laws. No means no, and coercion is not permission. That being said, I hope you like it because this is the story I have wanted to write for years.

Minimal recap again because of so much story to tell, be sure to read parts 1 and 2. The brief, slower interlude in this chapter is to remind readers that regardless of the coercion, humiliation and exposure Julie is put through, she's still a person who wants love.

Any people, places, names, products or events mentioned are done so without permission or endorsement, this is a work of fiction. Names have been randomly generated then chosen to suit the characters.

My name is Julie, I am 19 years old, 5' 10" with long, light blonde hair, blue eyes and a fit, athletic body. Despite having a large, natural 34D chest, I am a former cheerleader and played volleyball. While my friends are all partying, hooking up, and in some cases, posting naughty pictures on ONLY FANS, I went straight to work after a year in Community College. I didn't know what I wanted to do, so I convinced my parents to let me find a job rather than daydream through my classes. Until I started this job, I was proud to be pure, innocent, modest and reserved. Now I'm not sure where my purity or innocence are, and as for modesty, have you been paying attention?

I'm telling the truth that the guys I dated got to know me before I took my clothes off, always in private, and sex was part of a relationship, not expected. I don't post bikini, lingerie or sexy photos of myself online and I would never consider selling myself on platforms like ONLY FANS or private member websites. Everything changed when I started working for Mike, a family friend and close, trusted friend of my father. He's known me since I was 5 years old, his beautiful wife Lydia used to babysit me, and daddy promised me Mike would take great care of me.

I think Mike has a different idea what ‘taking care of me' means..

Mike is handsome, 40 years old, 5' 11" with short black hair, a nice smile and in great shape. Sure, he's twice my age, friends with my parents, and happily married. But the woman he's married to is complete female perfection and I'm straighter than a Florida bridge. Lydia is 38, 5' 10" with long, sleek black hair, captivating blue eyes, and quite possibly the fittest, hottest female body on Earth. She also boldly dresses provocatively while being the nicest person you might ever meet. Before I forget, the two guys in the office that factor into my downward spiral are Danny and Jeff, both of whom have come to know me intimately whether I like it or not. Danny is handsome and single as far as I know, he's 25 years old, 6' tall with short brown hair and soft, gray eyes, Jeff is good looking and cocky. He's 27 years old, stands 5' 10" with short brown hair and a nice smile, but he's married, so yeah.

During the last week, in a strange series of events and situations, I inadvertently became something of a personal model for Mike. He kept asking me to try on outfits that he claimed were for his wife Lydia. While I didn't want, seek or ask for any of the attention, including being stared at, touched, rubbed, and brought to orgasm, accepting cash was probably my mistake. Mike told me when I tried something on or did private, secret favors for him, he would pay me cash since he knew I was trying to get a better car. Little by little my boundaries were pushed, I ended up exposed and humiliated more each time, and soon enough I was being exposed to staff and employees while having mind blowing, humiliating orgasms, while at work. Then came the humiliating poker night where three men had their way with me, including Mike, and I really don't want to talk about it.

I might have some of the details confused, my brain hurts at this point, but first it was a slinky dress, then a lusty skirt and sheer blouse. Sheer lingerie came next and then it was a bikini. Technically two of

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