Double Life --- Part 1

by Headhunter

(for Kathy B)


Jen struggled to control her stationwagon as it sped down the dark,
rain soaked street.  Placing a bottle of red nail polish in the
infant car seat next to her she quickly grabbed a small plastic box
of sewing pins.  Her shaking fingers accidently dumped them on the
floor.  It was too much, Mrs Jennifer Frost (Jen for short) burst
into tears and pulled her family station wagon onto the sholder of
the deserted road. The gravel crunched loudly under her tires as the
car rolled to a stop.

Tears rolled down her face.  Fortunately she hadn't put on the heavy
makeup that Mr. Jones told her to wear.  She was going to be late.
The rain had slowed her down.  Jen still needed to put on her
make-up, apply the bright red nail polish and pin up her dress.  She
didn't own a dress as short as Mr. Jones told her to wear.  She
hoped that pinning up the black cocktail dress her husband had
bought her for their anniversary last year would be OK. 

What was she going to do?  Jen thought to herself in turmoil.  She
couldn't go on like this much longer.  It was getting more and more
difficult to make excuses to her husband of 15 years, Bill.  Why she
had to work late so often the last few weeks?  Why the change in her
personality and the differences in her wardrobe and appearance?
Even worse, Jen, a dedicated mother, was feeling guilty about
neglecting her two kids, a girl and a boy age 10 and 4.  It was
little Billy's (Bill Jr.) car seat that held the nail polish.  "How
long had this been going on?", she thought.  Just a few weeks, but
to Jen the last several weeks seemed like an eternity.  She took a
deep breath, turned on the overhead light, dried her eyes, looked at
her pretty 35 year old face in the mirror and began applying make-up
the way she though a "call girl" would.   

***As she applied the make up she remembered back to how this had
started:

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Jen is the bookkeeper and does the payroll for a small  plastics
manufacturing company.  Mr Jones, her boss depended on Jen to do
this right.  In return he was very generous with flex time. Allowing
Jen to pick up her kids from school and daycare in the middle of the
day.  And he was willing to let her take days off when the  kids
were sick or when they had Dr.'s appointments.  Of course the job
didn't pay that much and Jen assumed that Mr. Jones, a fit looking
50 year old, cut her some slack because she was very efficient and
because the salary wasn't that high.   Bill, her husband,  worked as
a construction foreman. Between their two salaries they made ends
meet and had a comfortable life.  Jen was glad that Mr. Jones gave
her some slack.  She could have made more money elsewhere, but knew
that a different job wouldn't allow her the time with her kids. 

********Finished with the heavy mascara, Jen began to gloss her lips
a bright red:

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As she smoothed on the lip stick she thought back several weeks.
Jen cut the payroll checks and sent the money to the bank for those
employees with automatic deposit.  Jen used automatic deposit for
her check. She never made errors, thats why she was flabergasted the
next day when she got notice that some employees checks had bounced.
Tracking back she found that the payroll account didn't have enough
money to cover all of the paychecks.  How could that happen?  At
that moment Mr. Jones called her into his office with a demanding
tone.  Thats when Jen's world changed.  Somehow Jen's direct deposit
was thousands of dollars more than it was supposed to be.  Mr.
Jones, the understanding boss, became an accusing and irate boss!
He was  pointing his finger at Jen and calling her a thief and
embezzler.  He even reffered to all the times he had given Jen off
without docking her pay.  He called the company security chief to
his office and as Jen cried the men treatened Jen with lawsuits, pr
isons and the loss of her kids.   Jen had defended herself, but
being accused by both men left her sure that she was headed for
jail.  She began to believe her own guilt.  And that was when kindly
Mr. Jones let the other shoe fall.  There might be a solution if Jen
were willing to do exactly what Mr.Jones said.  Jen eagerly
responded, "Yes, anything!" not knowing what that promise meant.
Mr. Jones dismissed the security chief and displayed a
tape-recording of the conversation, including Jen's pledge to do
anything to make up for her guilt.  It was a damning piece of
evidence when taken out of context. Mr. Jones had a confession and a
paper trail of embezzelment that led straight to Mrs. Jennifer
Frost.

********Jen took long dangleling earrings and gently felt for the
additional percings in her ears.  The extra holes in her ears were
still tender from when they were made earlier in the week:   

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Jen continued to think, remembering that the next day the games
began.  Mr. Jones, it turned out was not a man who enjoyed sex
himself very much, but he was a voyeur, and he really enjoyed
humiliating people.  The demands from Mr. Jones had actually started
very slowly.  That first day Mr. Jones simply had Jen fetch him
coffee, and skip her own lunch to go out and pick up his from a
take-out restaurant.  He could have had it delivered, but he
insisted that she get it for him.  The only other unusual thing was
that he had Jen come behind his desk and serve him the coffee and
later the lunch, as if Jen were a waitress.  Other than that nothing
was said.  However, Jen couldn't help but notice the cassette and a
file folder both labeled "Employee Theft -- JF", that sat openly on
his desk.  

Jen was nervious and didn't know what to do.  Mr. Jones had told her
that he was thinking about how to handle the situation and that Jen
shouldn't tell anyone, not even Bill.  If word got out to anyone,
then Mr. Jones would go to the company attorney and the police.  So
Jen sat at her desk not knowing what to do and not being able to
talk with anyone.  She was literally scared to death.  The next day
Mr. Jones asked for Jen to brings him coffee and lunch again but
today he had Jen actually place the napkin in his lap like he was at
an expensive restraunt, and he even had Jen feed him a few bites of
his meal.  This made her uncomfortable, but nothing compared to what
happened at the end of the day.  

Just as the work day was ending and the employees were leaving, Mr.
Jones buzzed Jen and asked her to come into his office.  As his door
clicked shut behind her, Mr. Jones said that he needed Jen's
complete cooperation just like she had promised.  That know matter
what, Jen must do as he said, no questions asked!  And to test her
he was going to ask her to do something right now for him.
"Anything, Mr. Jones, just please don't send me to jail, I couldn't
stand to be away from my husband and children."  Mr. Jones laughed
and said, "OK, Mrs. Frost pull up your skirt over your waist, I want
to see your pretty panties and legs. I've noticed that for a mother
of two you have got a real nice ass.  I want to see it." Oh my God!
Jen thought to herself, he is going to blackmail me into having sex
with him thought Jen.  "Please, Mr. Jones", cried Jen, "I love my
husband, I can't be unfaithfull to him."

"Shut-up Jen, I didn't say I was going to do anything to you, I just
want to see under that skirt, thats all.  If you don't do it right
now, this file and this recording are going to the police."  He
punched the play button and Jen heard her own voice saying that she
would do anything.  Jen's face colored and when Mr. Jones growled,
"NOW, or else!" Jen reached down grabbed the hem of her blue skirt
and with shaking hands gathered the material around her waist.
Under her skirt Jen wore large white cotton panties and panty hose.
She was mortified, but at least knew that her private parts were
well covered.   Mr. Jones laughed, and through tears of embarrasment
Jen saw that he made no move out of his chair.  Maybe all he wanted
to do was look, Jen though.  THis wasn't so bad if it kept her out
of jail.  As embarrasessed as she was at least the big executive
desk was between her and the lecherous Mr. Jones.   "Turn around
slowly so I can see your legs, Jen!" it was an order and Jen quic
kly complied.  Spinning her head quickly so she could keep her eyes
on Mr. Jones in case he made a move towards her.   "Don't worry Jen
I'm not going to touch you I just want to look.  I was right you
have good legs and one of the most well formed asses I've ever
seen."  Dispite herself, and feeling a bit safer, Jen actually
blushed at the crude complement. "Turn a little slower and hold the
dress higher."  Without thinking Jen complied.  After a few moments
Mr. Jones said, "Ok, Jen you can drop your skirt.  Now that wasn't
so bad was it?  In fact I think you are very beautiful."  Jen
smoothed her dress and backed towards the door, glad the ordeal was
over, but a bit flushed form the thought that this man had seen her
panties. "Go on Jen you can leave, but tomorrow wear some colorful
silk panties, and no panty hose.  Either stockings or bare legged,
you got it?"   Jen stammered, "you mean you are going to have me do
this again tomorrow?"  Mr. Jones smiled, "Oh yes Jen.  Looking at
your ass and legs every day is the price you pay.  That and a few
other chores, like getting my lunch!"  Jen was visibly shaken,
"Please Mr. Jones you aren't going to try and have sex with me are
you?"  Jones stood up and angrily said, "Look Mrs. Frost, I already
told you that "I" wasn't going to try and fuck you."  Jen winced at
the foul word coming from her boss.  Jones saw the reaction and
continued, "But you have to pay for waht you did, since I've already
seen your panties what is the big deal.  Who know you may eve ejoy
playing the sexy secretary role, now get out of here and don't
forget to wear something pretty for me to see tomorrow."

******Jen picked up the bright red nail polish from litle Billy's
car seat and began to stroke it on her new fake nails.  She had a
hard time getting used to the almost one inch fingernails that now
adorned her fingers. 

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That first night she had been quiet at home.  Bill knew something
was wrong, but being the thoughtful husband he had left her alone.
If only he had said something that first night, maybe Jen wouldn't
have fallen so easily into the trap that she hated and loved at the
same time.  

The next morning, after getting her family off for the day, Jen had
put on a loose fitting long skirt with sandels.  She certainly
wasn't going to wear stockings and garters, so she left her legs
bare and pulled on a pair of white silk panties that she had had for
years.  They were not as big as the cotton ones she routinely wore,
but they certainly weren't french-cut bikini either.

Jen was nervous all day at work.  Fortunately Jen didn't have to get
Mr. Jones's lunch, because he was in a  meeting, but her phone rang
right at 5 o'clock.  Jen walked slowly to his office passing her
co-workers as they headed towards the parking lot.  Mr. Jones was
seated behind his desk.  "Show-time Mrs. Frost.  I can't tell you
how I have thought about this all day.  Wondering what you were
wearing, knowing that your beautiful buttocks were encased in smooth
silky panties.  You are very beautiful you know?"  Jen blushed at
his words and despite herself and the situation felt a little shiver
run through her body from his words.

"Step forward Jen, and lets see those beautiful legs and nice ass!"
Jen felt that she must at least object and try to get Mr. Jones to
stop this.  "Please Mr. Jones, I don't want------" "Shut up, you
know what I said. No questions or objections --or else-- now lift
that dress."  Jen surrendered again and slowly pulled up the dress.
She wasn't as frightened this time, but she kept her eyes on Mr.
Jones just in-case.  She could see the excitment in his eyes and the
realization that the  excitment was caused by her body, gave her a
warm feeling inside.  Not bad for a mother of two, I guess I've
still got it, she thought to herself. 

Mr. Jones gazed intently at the white silky buttocks.  They looked
like two perfect teardrops, so round and taut.  As Jen turned her
panty covered pusy came into view.  The dark brown hair of Jen's
pussy created a shadow on the front of her white panties.  Her large
mat of pubic hair was unkempt and tendrils of curly hair peeked out
from around the edges of her panties.  Mr. Jones frowned at the dark
mass, but his hands had found their way to the front of his trousers
and his fingers poked at the stiffening manhood confined in his
pants.

Jen noticed his hands clutching the front of his lap, but the edge
of the desk hid his erection.  She involentarily steped back.  Mr.
Jones laughed, "Yes dear you excite me, but don't worry I'm not
going to do anything."  Jen relaxed and continued her slow spin.
She was really turning him on she thought.

"Enough", said Jones.  Jen dropped her skirt.  "Your pubic hair is
much to thick.  Trim yourself and get some  sexier panties for
tomorrow."  Mr. Jones dismissed Jen with a wave. She left the office
feeling shaken but excited.  She could get through this.  Surely he
would get tired of this game then her life could get back to normal.

********** Jen finished her nail polish, and then looked one last
time in the mirror, tossing the blond hair off of her sholder.  She
was still having a hard time getting used to herself as a bleached
blond.  But it had only been a couple of weeks since the dye job.
And the hairdresser had done a good job.

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The second night Bill noticed that Jen was more like her old self.
That was until she went into the bathroom after the kids were in bed
and locked the door.  They never locked doors on each other.  Plus
Jen didn't come out for over an hour.  Bill was beginning to be
concerned about his pretty wife.

The next day Mr. Jones called Jen at her desk before lunch.  "I have
a meeting all afternoon, so I want you to pick up my lunch bring it
in here.  I'll see what you have on then.  If you did well then you
can take the afternoon off."  A few minutes before noon Jen picked
up Mr. Jones lunch and quietly entered his office.  She placed his
lunch on his desk.  "Now Jen darling, why don't you just take off
that skirt so you hands are free and you can feed me my lunch?"  Jen
was humiliated,  "I can't stand here without my skirt on. hat is
someone---"  "Quiet, thats the chance you take.  You didn't have any
problem taking a chance getting caught before stealing, now your may
get caught with your pretty panties exposed.  But I want to be feed
by a bottomless waitress, now drop that skirt!"  Frightened by Mr.
Jones  outburst Jen quickly undid her belt and loosened the zipper
at the side of her skirt.  As the garmet dropped to the floor, Mr.
Jones got his first glimpse of a pair of red silk pant ies. They
were a litle smaller then the ones Jen had worn yesterday.  He
couldn't help but notice that her hairy pussy was neatly trimmed and
her ass muscles clenched and unclenched.  To him her ass seemed to
quiver with shame.   Taking in the beautiful Mrs. Frost standining
next to him, legs bare and breath catching in her throat, Mr. Jones
leaned back in his chair and said, "best looking waitress I ever had
Jen, now feed me my lunch."  Like a dutiful servant Jen began to cut
his food and feed her boss like she did her 4 year old.  "Wait a
minute, haven't you forgotten my napkin?"  Jen picked up a paper
napkin and as she placed it in his lap couldn't help but notice a
significant swelling in the front of Mr. Jones pants.   Mr. Jones
leaning back in his chair smiled a wicked smiled and enjoyed the
view.  This was going very well he thought, in jyst a couple of days
he had this beautiful wife and mother, standing half undressed next
to his chiar feeding him lunch.   He knew that soon sh e would be
even more subserviant, even more humiliated.  As Jen placed another
fork of lunch into his mouth Mr. Jones gazed at the smooth roundness
of her flawless thighs and buttocks.  He unzipped his pants under
the napkin and began slowly stoking his now hard member.  It took
jen a moment to realize what was happening,  Her hand, holding  the
fork,  froze in mid-air on it way to Mr. Jones mouth.  She stared at
the rythum of thr rising and falling napkin on her bosses lap.
"Ignore that, keep feeding me!"   Jen snapped out of it and
continued spooning food into her pervert bosses mouth.  She felt
like she were in a surreal dream.  She felt so on display, so
demeaned, so out of control.  Mr. Jones stiffened and a wet spot
formed in the middle of the napkin.  Unknown to both Jen's consious
mind and Mr. Jones, a small wet spot was also forming on the red
fabric hidden between Jen's tightly pressed together thighs.  Mr.
Jones tucked his shriveling manhood back into his pants, took the na
pkin out of his lap and droppped it on the plate of food.  "Get
dressed and get out of here.  Take this plate and put it in the
trash at your desk."  Jones watched as the sexy housewife bent over
and stepped into her skirt. She really was beautiful and when she
bent down he though he got a whiff of that telltale female musk
scent.

As Jen walked towards the door, lunch plate in hand, Mr. Jones said,
"Nice job trimming your cunt, but more sexy panties tomorrow, and
wear some high heels, I want to see those legs and ass really put on
display."  Jen winced at the crude remark as she left the office.
However, the remainder of the day Jen couldn't help but steal looks
into her trash can. Staring at the wet napkin.  The evidence of her
servitude, the evidence that men would masterbate while looking at
her feminine charms.
     
Jen was out of sexy underware.  She only had the two pairs of silk
panties, so the next day it was back to white cotton. She hoped Mr.
Jones wouldn't mind, in fact as she slipped them on in the morning
she missed the cool smooth feel of the silk against her pussy and
ass.  She did put on some higher heels, and loking at herself in the
mirror thought she looked OK.  

At the end of the day she was called into Mr. Jones office.
Standing infront of his desk she reached for the hem of her skirt to
expose her bum.  Jones leaned back in his chair and without benefit
of a napkin unzipped his fly and fished a semi-erect cock from his
trousers.  Jen froze, dress pulled up to mid-thigh.  "What are you
doing?", she whispered in a horse voice.  "Well you are letting me
see yours --sort of-- so I don't have any problem with you seeing
mine.  Why don't you take a good look.  Thats what your good for
Jen,  giving me a hard-on.  I'll bet you drive your husband crazy
with that sweet body of yours.  If I were him I make you stay naked
all the time."  The thought of Bill making her walk naked around
their house turned Jen on, but in the last few days Jen had been so
distant that she had hardly noticed her family.  Jones kept stroking
his now hard cock, and Jen resumed pulling up her skirt.  Jen was
looking at only the second hard cock she had ever seen in her life.
It was different from her husband's.  Jones was not circumcized and
the foreskin rolled up and down the red staff as Jones played with
himself.

When Jones saw her big white cotton panties he roared with anger.
"You stupid cunt, I told you to wear something sexy!"  Jen dropped
her skirt and burst into tears.   "We are going to have to do
something about this!  I guess you don't care if you go to jail?"
"Please no", Jen cried, "I just didn't have any other nice
underthings.  I'll get some----I promise."  Jones tucking his
shrinking penis back into his pants said, "Damn right you will.  Its
the least a dirty little thief like you can do for me!  In fact, I
think I'll make sure.  You and I are going to go get some sexy bras
and panties for you right now."  Jen was shaken, "Bras? Why Bras?"
Jones pushing Jen towards his desk said, "Your ass is fine, but I've
been thinking that I should at least see what your top looks like in
a bra.  So tomorrow both the blouse and skirt are coming off.  It
won't be so bad, no worse than a bikini at the beach.  Now call your
husband from my phone and tell him you need to work a couple of
hours l ate tonight."  Jen, defeated, dejectedly asked, "What about
my kids diner?"   Jones laughed, "I'm sure good old Bill can feed
them, besides he should have been buying you sexy underware.  Since
he didn't, I'm just going to have to help him out."


***********Jen ran a brush one last time through her blond hair and
turned off the stationwagon's interior light.  She closed her eyes
for a minute and rested her head against the head rest. Images
filled her mind.

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Jen called her husband Bill from Mr. Jones' office.  Jones grinned
as she lied to her husband about working late. He knew that it was
the first of many lies she would be telling her family.  He knew he
was gaining more control over the sexy innocent housewife.  In fact,
Jones felt that perhaps Jen was enjoying being "forced" into this
exhibitionist role.   After hanging up Mr. Jones said, "Go to the
restroom and take off that ugly bra and panties and bring them to
me.   Then we are going to go get you some sexy underthings for me
to look at you in."   Jen did as she was told, but made sure that
every button on her front buttoning skirt was fastened from the hem
to the waist.  She also buttoned every button on her blouse up to
the top collar button.  She felt very vunerable.  Without her bra
and panties she felt loose.  She had never been out of her house
without her undergarments or at least a bathing suit on.   Jones met
her in the lobby and roughly grabbed the white cotton panties an d
bra out of Jen's hand.  Jen felt her braless tits swing under the
material of her blouse.  Her nipples hardened as they grazed the
fabric of her blouse.   Mr. Jones stuffed the undergarments into his
suit pocket.  He stood infront of Jen and said, "No No my sexy Jen,
you have a great body lets unbutton a little.  Get a little more
comfortable."

Reluctantly Jen unbuttoned the top button at her collar.  "Come on
Jen, a little more comfortable."  She undid the next button.  "More
comfortable!"  "Please Mr. Jones, this is too embarrassing-----",
wimpered Jen.     "Embarrassing", Jones roared, "I'll show you
embarrassing, you thief.  Your family will be embarrassed when you
end up in jail.  Now MORE COMFORTABLE!"   Jen, with fingers shaking,
standing in the lobby, thought to herself, thank God everyone is
gone for the day.  She undid another buton.   He stood infront of
her and could see the white creamy skin of her lower throat.
"More!"  The swell of the top of her sobbing chest came into view.
"More"  The soft skin between blouse edges opened slightly between
her breasts.  "More!"   Only three buttons were left buttoned.  The
highest one just in the middle of her torso.  The edges fell open a
bit exposing the top and inside swell of her tits.   "Now how about
making your skirt more comfortable?"   Jen cringed, but at least she
was still covered.  She reached down and unbuttoned the button at
the hem of her calf length skirt. In bending forward her blouse
gapped giving Mr. Jones a great view of her tits, her nipples were
just barley hidden from his voyeuristic eyes.  "More!"  Jen undid
the next button located at her knees.  "More!"  The next button was
at mid thigh.  Opening it bared more than half of Jen's shapley
thighs.  "Now, isn't that better Mrs. Frost?  I know you want to
look sexy for me.  Don't you?---- WELL, DON'T YOU?"   Jen barely got
out a meek "yes."   "YES, WHAT?", demanded Jones.   Looking at the
floor Jen replied louder, "Yes, I want to look sexy for you."
Jones took her elbow and steered the humbled wife out the door and
into the large almost empty parking lot.

****** Jen opened her eyes, turned the top light back on and reached
for the sewing pins.  It was going to be tricky pinning up her dress
while sitting down, but she didn't want to get out of the car.  The
wind was blowing and it would mess up her teased hair.

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