﻿Jillian Jinxed
by Pan



Genre: Mind Control
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-01-01 03:37:47
Updated: 2020-01-07 21:29:51
Packaged: 2020-03-25 15:49:12
Rating: Minimal Sex
Chapters: 3
Words: 7,111
Publisher: storiesonline.net
Story URL: https://storiesonline.net/s/21584
Author URL: https://storiesonline.net/a/pan
Summary: After flashing a pastor her fantastic ass, Jillian decides it's time to start showing it off to anyone (and everyone) she can.





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3



	Chapter 1

Jillian couldn’t help but grin when the idea struck her.

It was wrong - she knew that. It was wrong, and a little bit naughty ... but the priest deserved it. That, she was sure of.

And so she slowly, deliberately turned her back on the old Irish man, and slowly began pulling the hem of her skirt up.

As the fabric crept up her backside, she bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. She wanted to turn around and see his reaction, see if he’d noticed - but that could wait.

Jillian had been raised Catholic, and so she knew all the rhetoric - lusting after a woman was as bad as sleeping with one, and by now a lifetime of lust had surely built up in the old man. She was going to make him sin - and he totally deserved it.

The angry splutter she could hear told her that the priest had certainly noticed her actions, and after a brief glance around to make sure that there was no one else within sight, Jillian surprised even herself by reaching around and pulling down her panties.

From where he was sitting, she knew he’d be able to see everything - the curve of her butt, a slight peek of brown-eye. She even bent over slightly, so that as well as her ass (which she knew was her best feature) he’d be able to see her pussy.

That’d show him.

* * *

The carriage had been completely empty when Jillian had entered. She was on the train into town, heading to an interview for a new job. It was a position in accounts for Buzz, the new energy drink that had sprung up overnight. It was supposed to be a great office - just like her, everyone was in their mid-twenties.

She was dressed formally for the interview, but one of the perks of the Buzz offices was a much looser dress-code. Jillian had no real objection to wearing office-wear, but the prospect of a more relaxed working environment held quite a lot of appeal.

The skirt, she hadn’t been entirely sure about, but her roommate Jeff had assured her that she looked great, and so she’d decided to take the chance.

Some kind of track problems had caused two trains on the same schedule to arrive within a few minutes of each other, and so Jillian had taken the mostly-empty one, to give her some space to clear her head. She’d sat by the door, mentally going over some practice questions when the priest had entered.

“Excuse me,” he’d said in a thick Irish accent. “This seat is designated for the elderly.”

Jillian had looked up, confused. They were alone in the carriage.

“Are you serious?”

“Now listen to me, young missy: Rules exist for a reason.”

The Irish man looked like he was ninety years old, and he spoke with a fiery passion that left Jillian quite unnerved.

“Um...”

“Move it!” he barked, and Jillian jumped, and got up immediately.

That was when she’d realized what she had to do. So some religious old man wanted a power trip. Well, two could play at that game.

She was directly across from the seat that had been hers just a few minutes ago. Slowly, she turned around and lifted her skirt up, leaning up against the wall as she lowered her panties. When she heard the angry noise of the priest noticing what she was doing, Jillian couldn’t resist looking back over her shoulder to see his reaction.

He was furious.

Good.

“Like what you see?” she cooed, wondering what had gotten into her. It wasn’t like her to antagonize anyone, let alone a stranger ... but the priest’s entitled attitude had really irked her, on a day she needed her confidence more than ever.

“Ye have no idea what you’ve gotten into...” the priest replied darkly, and begun muttering in what sounded like an ancient language - Latin, or something similar. He just sat there, staring at her ass for what felt like a minute, speaking the foreign tongue - almost chanting, at times.

Immediately regretting her rashness, Jillian wanted nothing more than to pull up her pants and leave, but for some reason she felt like she couldn’t - she stood still, frozen in space, exposing herself to the old man until he finished his soft utterances.

When he was done, Jillian turned bright red, covered herself and walked down the train until she couldn’t walk any further.

**It’s okay,** she told herself. **He was just trying to freak you out. The old perv just wanted to throw your confidence. Well, that isn’t going to happen - not to Jillian Sarin.** **You are a confident, beautiful young woman ... and what’s more, you’ve got a fantastic ass.** With a smile, she lightly spanked herself. She was going to rock this interview - she just knew it.

* * *

“How’d it go?” Jeff asked as soon as she walked through the door.

“They offered it to me on the spot,” Jillian said. She felt like she was glowing - the rest of her trip had been uneventful, and she’d taken the chance to continue building herself up - she’d left the train brimming with confidence. Meeting her new future co-workers had been a breeze, and the interview had been the best she’d ever had.

She was particularly impressed with herself for not letting the strange encounter with the priest shake her - if anything, the confident way she’d retaliated had only confirmed how capable she was of taking control of any situation.

“The skirt was a great choice,” she added. No one had said anything about it, but as soon as she’d entered the room, she’d noticed it getting the attention of the two men interviewing her. On the way out, she’d even made a flimsy excuse to bend over slightly, just so he could get a better look at her ass.

She knew he’d been dying to check it out. Who could blame him? She really did have a great ass.

“It’s almost double the pay of my old job, and while it’s hardly convenient to get to ... I really think I’m going to love it there.”

“That’s great!” Jeff said, and Jillian smiled at his enthusiasm. She really did love Jeff - he was so kind, generous, and always there for him. She’d never even had a boyfriend as supportive as Jeff, let alone a best friend. There wasn’t even any sexual tension - that was why they’d decided to move in together. They loved each other as friends, and there was no risk of sex screwing anything up.

“I’m taking you out tonight,” she decided impulsively. “To thank you for always being there for me.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Jeff began to protest, but she held one finger up to his lips.

“Don’t be silly,” she said. “I just know I’m going to get this job, and you’re going to celebrate with me.”

“Well,” Jeff said, feigning reluctance. “If you **insist** on buying me drinks all night...”

“Of course,” Jillian said with a laugh. “I’ll pay for drinks, you get the cab. Deal?”

“Deal.”

* * *

Jeff didn’t say anything at Jillian’s choice of clubbing attire - his raised eyebrows said it all. She’d dug deep into her closet, and found a pair of skin-tight pants that she hadn’t worn for almost half a decade. They were black leather, and she’d impressed herself by managing to squeeze into them at all.

All she wanted to do was go out, get drunk, and show the world what she had to offer. Four-inch heels and a midriff-baring black top were slightly more scandalous choices than she’d normally make, but Jillian figured just for one night, she’d earned it. She felt like a teen again, just learning how much power she had over men by showing off her figure.

Jillian waited until Jeff had been staring at her, mouth agape, for a good fifteen seconds before she said anything. With a saucy wink, she give her ass another firm spank.

“Let’s boogie,” she said, and Jeff just grinned in response.

* * *

The club was surprisingly full for a Thursday night, and Jillian loved it. There was a giant mirror behind the bar, which let her see exactly how many people were checking her out as she ordered shots. The pants were a huge hit, and when she began dancing, she quickly found herself surrounded by men, eager to flirt.

She ignored them - tonight wasn’t about men. It was about her, embracing her power, enjoying herself. She was a powerful, successful woman and she was quite happy to dance solo, losing herself in the music.

Jeff quickly found a group of women to flirt with, and Jillian smiled as she watched him from afar. He had good taste, she had to admit - each woman he danced with was more attractive than the last, though Jillian couldn’t help but note that none of them could compete with her.

Still, she was happy to see Jeff having fun, though after the eighth round of drinks, he started to lose the ability to put a sentence together, and so Jillian decided it was time to call it a night.

“That was great.” she said, and Jeff nodded as he swayed back and forth in the back seat of the cab.

They sat in silence for most of the cab ride, the music from the club running around and around in Jillian’s head, and when they were just a few blocks from their flat, Jeff spoke up.

“Don’t let me remember I said this in the morning,” he slurred, “but Jillian - I’d love you. I love you, I mean.”

“I love you too,” she said, genuinely touched. For all his enthusiastic support, Jeff sometimes struggled to share his emotions. Except when he was drunk, it seemed, when he struggled with everything but.

“And!” he said, each word heavy with the significance that can only come from a drunken friend. “You, love ... you have got a **fantastic** butt...”

“Sure thing, Jeff,” she laughed.

“No I mean it! Sometimes I want to touch it, but I just know I just can’t...”

She hadn’t had as much to drink as her housemate, but Jillian was more than a little buzzed, and she knew Jeff meant it in the best possible way. He’d had dozens of opportunities to hit on her - this wasn’t sexual, it was simple appreciation.

“Go on,” she said impulsively.

“What?”

“Touch it,” she said, twisting in her seat in an attempt to show it off as well as possible.

“Jillian...”

“Touch it!” she repeated, laughing in exasperation. “Go on. I know it doesn’t mean anything.”

She could see the cabbie watching them in the rear view mirror, but in that moment, Jillian didn’t care. Her ass was a gift, and if touching it would make Jeff happy, she wanted to share it with him.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Jeff’s hands slowly crept forward, until he had one hand on each cheek, gently caressing her rear. For the second time that day, Jillian bit her lip - she knew it was nothing sexual, but Jeff’s hands felt so **good**.

“Wow,” he said, after a few minutes of feeling her up.

“I’ll take that as a compliment?”

“You should,” he slurred, before sitting back and quietly reflecting on - she assumed - how great her butt felt.

As promised, Jeff paid for the cab, and as Jillian was making sure he got to bed okay, she smiled.

She’d meant what she said in the back seat - she really did love Jeff. She felt so lucky to have such a good friend in her life.


	Chapter 2

The next morning, Jillian could hear Jeff’s hangover from her bed. The cursing as his alarm went off, the shuffling walk of a man in pain, the sigh of pleasure as a fresh cup of coffee touched his lips.

She considered getting up and seeing how he was, but her bed was warm, and she didn’t have anywhere to be until Monday, the first day of her new job. As he grumbled off to work, she reflected on the previous night - would Jeff be awkward, after what had happened?

Hopefully not - as far as Jillian was concerned, nothing awkward had taken place. He’d admired her ass, she’d let him have a quick grope in the back seat of the cab.

**Besides,** she thought with a smile, **he certainly seemed to enjoy it. What’s a little butt-touching between friends?**

When 11am rolled around, the young woman finally forced herself out of bed. Today represented her first day of freedom - freedom from her awful job at B&R, freedom from having to wear the same palette every day, and - it seemed - freedom from hangovers.

She hadn’t gotten completely smashed, but after the amount that she’d had to drink last night, she would normally have expected at least a headache. For whatever reason, she felt great, and so Jillian decided to head to the mall and buy herself some new outfits to celebrate.

* * *

She was standing in line for a coffee when she noticed.

The man across the room from her. He was, she had to admit, being subtle about it - but he was definitely checking her out.

He was definitely checking out her ass.

A naughty thought popped into Jillian’s head, and while she tried to ignore it, it quickly grew.

She’d gotten away with it yesterday ... why not?

After all, she was a strong woman. A strong, powerful woman. She had the power to control men, to control their reactions. It would be an act of rebellion, an act that showed what a strong, powerful woman she was.

And besides ... she wanted to.

Following your desires. Wasn’t that what strong, powerful woman did?

Jillian looked the other way. She wanted to make it seem accidental, like she just happened to be scratching an itch. One hand slowly ran up her bare leg, and when it came into contact with the mid-length skirt she’d picked out that morning, she didn’t stop.

As her hand moved, it lifted up her skirt, until her panties were clearly visible to the man who’d been staring at her - and probably the rest of the Starbucks as well.

The sound of someone choking on their beverage told her that she’d been noticed. For the next minute, as she waited in line, she oh-so-casually scratched her lower back, leaving at least half of one butt-cheek clearly visible to everyone in the room.

When her name was called, she pulled her hand away. As her skirt fell back into place, Jillian could have sworn she heard the sound of disappointment from every man in the room.

**That was fun,** she thought with a grin.

* * *

When Jeff came home from work that day, he was surprised to be met by his housemate’s exposed legs.

“Uh, Jillian...” he said, scratching his head, still clearly feeling the last lingering effects of the previous night’s drinks.

“Oh, sorry,” she said with a smile. “I didn’t think you’d mind - when I got home, I just needed to get out of those pants!”

That was a lie. First of all, Jillian hadn’t worn pants since the previous night - after her escapades at Starbucks, she’d gone on a shopping spree, looking specifically for clothes that emphasized her best feature. The (male) shop assistants had been more than happy to help out, and after two hours of men staring at her ass, Jillian had practically floated home.

**Why stop there?** she’d told herself. After all, it wasn’t anything sexual - in a moment of honesty, Jeff had told her the previous night exactly how much he appreciated her ass, and she figured letting him see a bit more of it around the house wouldn’t hurt.

And so she’d changed, into a bulky jumper ... and a petite pair of pink panties that disappeared up her crack after just a few minutes of wearing them.

As she’d predicted, Jeff didn’t mind.

The rest of the weekend followed a similar pattern - at home, she just wore panties. While she was out and about, Jillian would give a little show to anyone she caught checking out her ass (a frequent occurrence). At first she continued pretending it was accidental - scratching an itch, finding excuses to bend over and pick something up. She went to the gym in a leotard, forgoing the running shorts she’d normally wear over them.

The sight of her bending over to pick up her towel caused a personal trainer to accidentally drop a thirty-pound weight onto his client.

On Sunday, however, she wore stockings and went shopping for a thong. G-strings had never been held much appeal before, but she was curious to see if Jeff would say anything - aside from appreciate staring (which he tried to mask every time she caught him), he hadn’t mentioned her choice of apparel so far - he’d either forgotten their conversation in the cab, or decided not to bring it up.

**Apparently guys like stockings,** she told herself. She’d thought her outfits were getting their fair share of attention before, but with the stockings, people were actually stopping to stare as she walked past. In response to their blatant leers, she’d given up on pretending not to notice - any time a guy looked at her, she would lift her skirt up to show him what she was wearing underneath.

At the start of the day, that was a pair of form-fitting boy shorts. After an hour of shopping, however, the shorts had been replaced by a white G, which split her ass perfectly in two.

It didn’t exactly match the stockings she was wearing, but no one really seemed to mind.

The salesman had asked if she’d rather be helped by a woman, but Jillian had insisted that he was the man for the job. After getting his opinion on several pairs, she’d felt compelled to go further.

“How does it feel?” she’d asked, taking his hand and putting it onto her mostly-bare ass. His fingers never even touched the thin piece of material, but his stammering response had been overwhelmingly positive.

“Good,” she’d beamed, and bought one in every colour.

Dinner with Jeff had been awkward. He’d arrived home to find her putting the finishing touches on a roast pork, wearing a pastel-pink sweater and a G-string to match. She’d thought that if he didn’t comment on her choice of underwear, he’d at least say something about the heels, but he’d just gone red and mumbled his appreciation as she carved him a slice.

“How was the date?” she asked.

“Hmmm?”

“Weren’t you at coffee with that girl from the club? Millie, or Nellie, or...”

Jeff just stared at her blankly, clearly struggling to keep eye-contact.

“Your date, Jeff,” she said with a laugh. “What was her name?’

“Oh! Uh, um ... oh shit, what was it...”

“Never mind,” Jillian said, unable to keep the smirk off her face.

* * *

Jillian’s first day at work went almost as well as her interview. As soon as she strode in on her new five-inch heels, she knew the flouncy mini-skirt had been a strong choice - it attracted every eye in the building, and with every step she knew she was making a killer first impression.

She settled into her new desk quickly - she was sharing a cubicle-space with a guy named Ryan. Ignoring the hand he’d held out, Jillian went straight for the hug - which, after a brief moment of confusion, he returned warmly.

As they embraced, the strangest thought struck her. **Wouldn’t it be nice,** she mused, **if he were to fondle my ass as we hugged.**

The soft touch of the salesman the previous day had felt so good, and of course Jeff’s administrations in the cab had been a highlight of the night. It wasn’t a sexual thing, Jillian reminded herself - it just felt so **nice** to be touched.

**Maybe after we get to know each other a bit better I’ll suggest it.**

* * *

The train-ride home was long - the one real disadvantage of Jillian’s new job. As she rode, she was reminded of her encounter with the priest. They’d been alone - crammed in with so many people on her daily commute, she’d never be able to do something like that.

Of course, there was more room on the station platform. **Yes,** Jillian told herself. **On the station, I could flash whoever I like...**

With a smile, Jillian spent the rest of the trip imagining the reactions she’d get. Businessmen, business women, university students - they’d all be staring at her perfect cheeks, wishing they could touch them, wishing they could see them whenever they wanted, wondering how they felt... 

* * *

That night, Jillian realized she had to do something.

“Jeff,” she said, sitting down in front of him wearing a halter-top and a blue G-string, “This situation has become untenable.”

“What are you talking about?” he said, firmly keeping his hands by his sides.

“I know you remember Thursday night. I know you’ve been checking me out all week. You’re my best friend, Jeff - I want things to go back to how they used to be.”

“Well...” Jeff started, but before he could finish his thought, Jillian interrupted with a plan of her own.

“I want you to touch it.”

“What?”

“My ass. I know you want to. I don’t blame you. I feel so much more comfortable around the house when I’m allowed to dress however you like, and if you’re finding it unbearable, there’s only one way to solve it.”

“Jillian, I’m not sure...”

“Touch it!” she exclaimed, turning around and sticking her butt out.

“Jill...”

“Now!”

Obviously struggling with his conscience, Jeff paused for a full ten seconds before reaching out and planting one hand onto each of Jillian’s cheeks, exactly as he had in the cab. At her encouraging nod, he began kneading and squeezing her pert globes.

Jillian could practically feel the tension leaving his body.

They stood there for several minutes, Jeff pinching and caressing her rear.

“Give them a little spank,” Jillian suggested, and with a nod Jeff did as she instructed. His mouth was open with pleasure as he tweaked and played, clearly letting several days of built-up frustration leave his body.

“There,” she said finally. “Doesn’t that feel better?”

“Mmm-hmm,” he said, showing no signs of slowing down.

“Any time you feel like touching me, do it. Please.”

“Okay,” Jeff replied, his attention still on Jillian’s butt.

They stood there for another ten minutes before Jeff had finally had his fill, and when he awoke to find her making pancakes the next morning, he toyed with her exposed ass the whole time she cooked.

* * *

“Jillian!” her new boss said the next day. “It’s so good to finally meet you - I’m sorry I wasn’t able to make your interview, but the boys tell me that you did just fine.”

“That’s great to hear,” Jillian replied with a smile.

When she’d received the summons, she’d been nervous. His secretary had assured her it was nothing to worry about - just a standard meet-and-greet, but she’d been worried that she’d somehow managed to do something wrong already.

“How are you finding it here?”

“I love it,” Jillian replied, trying not to gush. “Everyone is just so nice ... and I’ve got to admit, the dress code is amazing.”

“Yes...”

The tone of his reply was worrying. As her new boss’s eyes travelled up her body, however, she knew there was nothing to worry about.

She was a strong, professional young woman. And it was clear from the way he was looking at her that on at least one level, he appreciated the way she was dressed.

His gaze briefly paused at the denim skirt she’d decided on that morning, and a wicked thought entered Jillian’s head. Within a second it had gone from being a thought to a compulsion - she knew she should fight it, but the idea was just too strong, she couldn’t resist... 

As her boss stared, Jillian turned around, and put both her hands on his wall. His eyes widened in surprised as the young woman leaned forward, and thrust her rear towards him. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, she reached down and slowly lifted up her skirt, showing him that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

She’d put on underwear that morning, but a similar impulse had struck her on the train. Sure, she couldn’t flash anyone - it was too crowded ... but what could she do?

Nestled between the other passengers, Jillian had reached down and slowly lowered the black G-string she’d picked out that day. First one side, then the other. Once she’d tugged it down far enough, she was able to drop it the rest of the way simply by wiggling her hips back and forth.

When she’d left the train that morning, she’d left her panties behind, and now she was showing off her handiwork to her new boss - in their first meeting, nonetheless.

With a smile, she lifted her hand up and waved. Wordlessly, the middle-aged manager waved back at her, and as Jillian sauntered out of the room, she wondered what had come over her... 

... and why it felt so **good**.

* * *

That day, on the train home, Jillian had another wicked thought. It was probably a bad idea, she knew that, but she just loved the feeling of **power** that following her small whims gave her.

**I am a powerful woman,** she told herself. **And I have a fantastic ass.**

When she’d gotten back to her cubicle, she’d given Ryan another hug. This time, she’d held it for close to a minute - she knew he’d found it strange, but he hadn’t said anything.

She’d wondered if he was thinking about touching her ass. She really wished he would.

On the train, she’d reached out and grabbed the first hand she’d encountered. With a strength she didn’t know she possessed, she overpowered its resistance, and moved it to her ass. After a brief pause, it began touching and stroking her bare butt. She reached out and grabbed another one for the other cheek.

The rest of the trip home was spent in silent bliss for Jillian, as she enjoyed the sensation of her ass being fondled, the thrill of not even knowing who was touching her.

* * *

Somehow, Jeff had beaten her home that day. Neither of them said anything as Jillian walked through the door - she just immediately wriggled out of her skirt, and brought Jeff’s hand to her ass. He followed her into the kitchen, where she pushed him onto a chair and lay down on top of him.

“Spank me,” she said through gritted teeth. “Please, Jeff - I need it.”

For the next twenty minutes, the kitchen was filled with two sounds - the slap of Jeff’s hand on Jillian’s ass, and the moans coming from both of their mouths.

* * *

Jillian’s boss avoided eye-contact when they ran into each other in the hall the next day.

**Oh god,** she thought. **It’s the Jeff situation all over again.**

Fortunately, she knew exactly how to stave off any awkwardness. She didn’t say a word as she walked up to him, firmly grabbing both his hands and pulling them to her ass. To her surprise, he pulled her towards him - she squeaked slightly at his forcefulness, enjoying the feeling of her body pressed up against his. A few people passed them in the hall as he roughly groped at her buttocks, but none of them said anything.

He seemed surprised to find that she was wearing a thong. Jillian was keen to impress her new employer, so - just as she had on the train the previous day - she soon wriggled out of it, and gave it to him as a gift.

She wondered if Ryan would be open to giving her a quick spanking when she returned to their cubicle.


	Chapter 3

Ryan was. The sound of the spanking - combined with the sound of how much Jillian enjoyed it - attracted a slight crowd, and by the end of the day everyone at Buzz was familiar with Jillian’s rear. She made a point of introducing herself to every department, and one way or another, by the end of each meeting there was at least one hand on her ass.

When she left work that day, she smiled thinking about what she was going to do on the train-ride home. She could try to get as many hands as possible on her rear ... or she could try to position herself near a window, and moon everyone the train passed. So many possibilities ... Outside the train station, however, Jillian found a familiar face waiting for her.

“Ah, so ye remember me?”

She considered ignoring the priest and just walking past, but something about his voice made her stop. It triggered that same deathly fear that it had during their first encounter.

“What do you want?”

“Enjoying life since we met, are ye?”

“I’ll have you know I am, thank you very much. Is there something I can **do** for you?”

“Alas, there is not. But there’s certainly something I can do for ye...”

The priest snapped his fingers, and Jillian took a step backwards, stunned. She looked down at herself, at the clothes she was wearing.

What had she done??

With a cruel smile, the old man watched as Jillian viewed the events of the last few days in a completely new light. She’d started dressing like a ... like a ... and Jeff! Her housemate! And her boss!

She’d encouraged her entire office to treat her like a play-thing, like an ass on legs ... and she’d been loving every minute!

“Decide to flash me, will ye?”

“I’m so sorry,” Jillian said desperately. “Please ... please, what can I do?”

“Nothing,” the priest said with a grin. “There’s nothing ken be done - this is what happens when ye show off yer harlot body to a man of God.”

“But you’ve got to...”

“No no no,” the old man said in reply, waggling his finger in Jillian’s face. “This is how life is going to be from now on. But don’t worry - yer still going to love it. Ye’ll just be a bit more... **aware** of the situation from now on.”

Jillian watched in dismay as the priest walked away, moving surprisingly fast. He’d destroyed her life ... and there was nothing she could do about it.

Glancing down at what she’d worn to work that day - a micro-mini skirt, and a blue top that was barely more than a bra - she remembered throwing out the rest of her wardrobe. Still, she had to admit she looked good. And, glancing around, she could see that her clothes were attracting a fair amount of attention.

She caught the eye of a man who was practically drooling as he stared at her legs. With one crook of her finger, he was running towards her, and as she turned around, she grabbed his hands and moved them straight to her ass, smiling as a glorious shiver ran up her spine.

If she was stuck like this, she figured she may as well enjoy it... 

***One month later... ###

Jillian smiled at the men staring at her as she ran down the street. One of them beckoned, and she immediately slowed down and walked over to him.

“Heya Jillian,” he said, his hand moving immediately to her mostly-exposed rear. “How’s the new position?”

“Good!” the young woman giggled in response, before closing her eyes and practically purring at the feeling of his hand on her gym shorts.

Once she’d decided to embrace the priest’s curse, life had become a whole lot easier. She’d started doing squats to tone her already-magnificent butt, and had been amazed to discover that as it increased in firmness, it had also become **far** more sensitive. Just the feeling of the man’s hand was enough to make her knees buckle.

She probably should know his name, but there were just too many men to keep track of. Somehow it had gotten out on her block that her ass was all-access, and now she couldn’t even walk down the street without someone calling her over for a grope.

Not that she was complaining, at all.

As Jillian stood, shivering at the feeling of the man’s soft caress, someone she’d never met before.

“Phil?” the stranger asked, and without ever removing his hand, the man turned at the sound.

“Oh, heya Don.”

“Is this your ... girlfriend?”

“Nah,” Phil replied with a grin. “This is Jillian - she’s basically community property. Here, have a feel.”

A dubious look on his face, Don reached out and grabbed Jillian’s left buttock. She moaned loudly as he squeezed, one finger slowly running back and forth over her smooth skin.

Jillian was wearing tight gym shorts, which she’d specially altered to cover as little of her cheeks as possible. On the waistband it read “SPANK ME”, an offer that she’d been delighted to find people at her gym taking full advantage of.

“Wow. She takes care of herself, doesn’t she?”

The two men continued talking for ten minutes, each with one hand on her butt. Every now and again Jillian would squeal in shock as they gave her ass a sharp spank, but for the most part she was just lost in the fog of happiness that always overcame her when someone was paying attention to her ass.

It took her a minute to notice when the fog finally lifted, and she looked around to discover that she was standing alone on the street. The man had disappeared without so much as a goodbye.

**Oh well,** Jillian said to herself, trying desperately to focus on the fading feeling of pleasure she’d gotten from their contact with her beautiful rear.

She started jogging again, keen to get home before Jeff did.

* * *

Things had changed at her apartment. At first, Jeff had been happy with his housemate parading around all day, showing off huge amounts of skin. It was rare for the two of them to be at home together without Jeff’s hand resting firmly on her tight behind.

They’d even started sleeping in the same bed - it had started when Jillian had fallen asleep on the couch once while resting on Jeff, her buns in his hands. Since then, she’d had trouble sleeping, and quickly learned that if she sneaked into her roommate’s bed, she could position his hands and get a full night’s shut-eye.

She’d woken up to the feeling of Jeff grinding up against her a few times, but it had never gone any further than that.

Somehow the constant presence of her mostly-exposed ass had started to grate on Jeff, however, and he’d gone from casually resting his hands on her to smacking her whenever her butt was around. Jillian didn’t mind, of course - she loved being spanked almost as much as she loved being groped - but it was a sign of a growing frustration building inside her best friend.

A few nights later, Jillian had been surprised to find a stranger inside their house when she got home. She’d considered keeping her pants on (to avoid offending their guest) but as soon as Jeff saw her, he smiled and jerked his thumb in her direction.

“This is her. Sweetie, do you want to take off your pants?”

Jillian was confused, but didn’t want to show Jeff up in front of company - besides, it wasn’t like he was asking anything unreasonable - and so she quickly stripped off her gym shorts and revealed the G-string she was wearing underneath.

“Go ahead,” Jeff offered. “Touch it. You don’t mind, do you hon?”

Frowning, Jillian shook her head. She didn’t **mind** someone touching her butt - she loved it. She wasn’t sure about Jeff offering her up like a piece of meat, but she figured that it wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do anyway.

She later learned that the man was Jeff’s boss at work. He’d invited her over for dinner, to show her off - she spent the entire meal leaning up against the wall next to the table while the two men ate. The entire time, Jeff’s boss was fondling her ass, and every now and then he’d give her a sharp spank, so hard that she was afraid she’d lose her balance.

After he left, Jeff didn’t even thank her, just gave her ass a friendly slap and told her that he’d be in bed when she was done with the dishes.

From that night on, it wasn’t uncommon for strange men to come over for dinner, seemingly for the sole purpose of admiring her rear. Jillian wasn’t sure how to feel about it, but she made sure to obey Jeff’s requests, whether it was wearing a particular pair of panties for his friends and work colleagues to slip off her, or even standing there for the duration of their visits repeatedly spanking herself.

One night, the guest was a photographer. She spent almost three hours, posing exactly as Jeff commanded as his friend took photos of her magnificent butt from every possible angle. Jillian would be lying if she said she didn’t love it, but at the same time ... it would have been nice if Jeff had **asked** at any point, instead of just assuming he had full control over her body.

She would have said yes, of course, but it would have been nice to have been asked.

It wasn’t long before Jillian worked out what the photos were for - one of her schoolmates sent her a link to the website where Jeff had posted all the pictures of her. There was video, too, of her cleaning the place in a bikini - she hadn’t even noticed Jeff filming, she was so lost in the housework.

Jillian was an internet celebrity. Or, more accurately - her ass was.

A part of her loved it, and a part of her wanted to love it even more. But she couldn’t help feeling objectified, every time she was at home.

Of course, that was nothing compared to her new life at work.

* * *

She hadn’t been demoted. Her boss had made that very clear - it wasn’t a demotion, it was just a new role.

In fact, he’d gone on to explain, it wasn’t so much a **new** role as it was ... what she was doing anyway. It was more of a clarification of her position at the company.

Gone were the hours of slaving over Excel spreadsheets or preparing meetings. Her new position: Morale Officer.

She didn’t even have a computer any more, and when she did attend a meeting, there was no preparation required - she would just make sure to be there before everything started and allow everyone a quick pat of her barely-covered tush as they entered. In the interest of professionalism, she rarely went around the office naked below the waist - she preferred to keep that for home. She was almost always wearing a pair of panties of some kind, and (for the first half of the day, at least) a skirt as well.

Outside of meetings, her role was a bit more vague. As the title suggested, she just kept morale up - Jillian would flit from office to office, and if anyone seemed sad or listless or down in any way, half-an-hour of playing with her ass would cheer them up. Some of the straight women had found it odd, at first, but a memo from the boss had made it clear that it was non-optional, and they surprised even themselves by how much they got from the sessions.

But Jillian didn’t realise how much her position in the office had truly changed until she was moving from a private session with Ryan to a meeting with a new distributor, one in which her boss had said her ass might make all the difference.

“Within a month or two, the shipping spreadsheet keeps getting too slow to use and I have to make a new one.”

A man and a woman from the accounting department were chatting next to the water-cooler, and Jillian couldn’t help but overhear. She knew she ran the risk of running late ... but she couldn’t help but try to help with a problem that she’d run into so many times before.

“Oh that’s easy!” Jillian said impulsively, stopping next to the pair. “You just need to make the data from previous months static - once it’s locked in, just overwrite it with the final numbers instead of the formulas.”

Her two co-workers stared at her in bemusement, as though she was a dog who had just tried to speak English. She returned their smiles and when the woman’s hand reached for her behind, automatically turned around and flipped up her skirt to give her easier access.

“See if you leave it as formulas ... mmm, Marie, that’s really nice ... then every time you change anything, Excel thinks it has to recalculate the whole document. Oh!”

Marie swatted her ass firmly, and Jillian couldn’t help but notice her breathing getting heavier as she continued.

“But once the final figures are in ... oh, yes ... they’re not likely to change. Mmmmm. So you can ... ahhh ... just put in, unngh, the final figures...”

Jillian trailed off. The new accountant had joined Marie in caressing her exposed cheeks, and Jillian completely lost her train of thought.

“I hope that ... oh, yes! I hope that helped, guys!”

Glancing up at the clock, she realised that the meeting was just about to start. If she ran - a tricky feat in heels - she hoped she could still make it.

“Thanks guys!”

As she trotted away from the pair, she overheard their reaction to her input.

“What on earth was she talking about?”

“Don’t worry about it - that’s just the office girl. If it slows down after a month, I guess you should just make a new one each month...”

Jillian’s brow furrowed. There was something wrong with that response. She couldn’t think about it for too long, however - she had a new client to impress, and if she let herself get distracted, she wouldn’t be the best piece of ass that she could be.


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