Summary: After being slapped by her ex-husband Mike in front of his family, a woman leaves the apartment and pauses in the lobby to collect herself. She reflects on the humiliation and the confusing arousal she felt from the slap. Jessica then arrives and demands her shoes and sheer tights, forcing her to strip down in a semi-public lobby corner. Now barefoot and wearing only the minimal bodysuit, she re-enters the crowded parade route. As she moves through the tightly packed onlookers, she is groped several times and experiences an intense, unwanted climax in the middle of the street. All the way down in the elevator my tears fell slowly down my face as I tried to process my feelings. I burned with shame at Mike having slapped me and at my having quietly endured it. There was also the shame of being so exposed physically and then emotionally in front of his family. Even if it was all pretense the public laying bare of me as needy and in Mike’s debt before his parents and his new in-laws made me feel even more naked than my bodysuit left me. A small part of me felt rage at Mike’s treatment of me. It was yet another injustice heaped on me after all I had already endured at his hands. The emotional abuse and the abandonment of our friends had always hurt. Now being so completely at his mercy to the degree that I had had to collude in my further degradation with perhaps more embarrassment to come made me feel as if my very soul had been stripped for others to see. I was so alone. It didn’t matter if it was all falsehood. I didn’t see any way ever to clear my name with Mike’s and Jessica’s parents. Not that I cared very much what they thought. It was the idea that they could further spread tales wide and far about my defects whatever Mike was about to come up with. If I ever harbored fantasies of recovering my status and position before the divorce I knew now that life was well in the rearview mirror. Shame in the Lobby Mike made it clear that even if he didn’t lose my job for me he would trash my name and reputation with the weapons he now held against me. I was happy with my new friends but a part of me missed the better life I had enjoyed with Mike and his wealth theater fine dining cultural events things now far out of my financial reach. And now I knew that when I ran across people from my old life they would be even more prepossessed in Mike’s favor and look down on me as some pitiful pathetic creature he was wise to get away from. Indeed how could he not have cheated on someone like me I could imagine them thinking. My mind raced over the possibilities of what he could do with my phone the ways he could further tarnish my reputation and make my life difficult. I was thoroughly in his power at least until I could get my phone back and try to undo or at least mitigate whatever damage he would cause me this day. But a low-grade worry had been planted. I kept wondering what further malware he planned to install in my life with whatever rumor and innuendo he was going to manufacture for his family to discover on my phone later. When the elevator reached the lobby I didn’t immediately return to the parade. The float from the nightclub with all the thong wearers in foam was stopped right in front of Mike’s building and the crowd was going mad for their sweaty wet gyrations. With everyone’s attention locked on those bodies I felt as if I could take a breath and take a moment to think through what was most concerning me. Why had I folded my hands behind my back and looked in Mike’s eyes with my final words before I left? It was as submissive and plaintive a gesture as could be imagined. He certainly drank it in with pleasure. I didn’t imagine it meant anything to the older folks in the room but I did also wonder what Jessica made of it. And did it somehow inflame Mike to think of even worse abuse for me? I had invited it at some level. I both wanted and feared the possibility. And why was I so turned on? When Chris slapped me or pulled my hair it was always part of the general physical and sexual dominance of me that had been such a thrilling part of our time together. It was a manifestation of how badly he wanted me. And I was genuinely attracted to Chris’s body especially his cock and his general size being significantly taller and more muscular than me in spite of his little beer gut. Mike held no such charms. He was shorter and very early in our marriage had ceased to have even limited physical appeal for me. He was not well endowed nor did he possess the little man’s sometimes eager compensatory interest in oral. Our sex had been listless and he was never much interested in my pleasure. When I let myself go physically he stopped paying even limited sexual attention to me. What had made Chris so appealing was the naked hunger he manifested for my body something that made me feel wanted made me feel like a woman again. So why especially after the second slap was I so turned on? I kept replaying it in my head. The powerful dislike in Mike’s eyes as he struck me turned me on as nothing had ever done in our entire time together. To my wonder and shame and embarrassment I wished he had slapped me again even harder. My pussy throbbed at the memory his hand cracking across my cheek while my cunt grew slick with unwanted heat. As I stood in the lobby watching the sexy men and women on the float for The Suds Lounge rub foamy suds up and down each other’s bodies I thought my own perverted sense of arousal was a million miles away from anything so comparatively wholesome. I thought of a man who seemed to hate me with evil in his eyes mercilessly cruelly maliciously punishing my helpless body while I did nothing to resist. It was the very hate of my oppressor that made me whimper with desire. Mike’s formerly passionless face now filled with both disgust for me as well as joy at seeing me degraded made me wetter than anything that had happened to me today yet. Could I actually want him to hurt me? To hate fuck me? The very words made me vibrate with arousal. Had I fallen that low or was I just discovering something new? I was nowhere near resolving this issue. Jessica’s Arrival Determined to rejoin my friends I started toward the door and the street when I heard the elevator open behind me. It was Jessica. I had only been gone a minute though I felt as if I had traveled millions of miles in my head. I’m so glad I caught you she said. After I read your note I realized we’d need to coordinate the return of your phone. Presuming I’m able to get it. I was numb with everything that had happened and was having a hard time formulating a coherent response. She went on. So here’s what I was thinking. Give me the name of the karaoke bar you mentioned in this note and I’ll make sure we drop the phone there later for you. In spite of appearances Mike really does want to make sure you get it today. I didn’t know what to make of this but I mumbled the name of The Melody Spot to her. Excellent. Now there’s just one more thing. During all of this exchange Jessica looked like the soul of benevolence a bit of a surprise given that Mike had told me the whole idea of gaslighting me and using my phone to make me look bad was in some basic way her idea. I was honestly not processing very coherently at this moment. Jessica had interrupted my little masochistic reverie about Mike a daydream that made me as uncomfortable as it did aroused to act like Penny’s little helper. She claimed she was just there to ensure I got my phone later at which point she had to know I would immediately change my district password to make sure that Mike if he hadn’t already posted my little performance would be unable to do so in the future. Why was she seeming so nice when all this nonsense was her idea according to Mike? Forcing myself to pay attention to her one more thing line I asked what she needed. Take off your shoes. The footwear our little group had all agreed on for our parade performance was basic black hiking shoes or boots of some kind. Mine were essentially cheap mid-rise black running shoes. The other girls had gone for knee- or thigh-high leather boots with small soles or Doc Martens or other slightly more sturdy footwear. My budget only stretched to a comfy pair of black hikers from Walmart. I was naturally surprised and more than a little shocked. What could you possibly want with these? I cried fighting back tears. I couldn’t imagine Jessica would want these cheap clogs for herself. It had to be just another petty humiliation. Hadn’t I been brought low enough already? Before she could respond I pointed out there was more than a mile of parade route left and I had to catch up to my girls. Walking or running through the streets without my shoes would ruin the feet of my thin sheer tights. Oh we need those too. Astonished I think I may have garbled out some profanity at this point. Jessica reminded me that they were on a tight schedule and that Mike wanted both of these items now or he would post my images to my district profile page. She reiterated that everyone else had cut through the back of the building to the next street where they were waiting for Jessica in their ride share to the winery. I reluctantly explained that taking off my shoes was easy but my sheer tights were another beast altogether. The altered bodysuit did not have any kind of Velcro detachment at the bottom. To remove my tights the tops of which were concealed beneath my bodysuit required fully removing my bodysuit. I pointed this out to Jessica along with the fact that the top was partly in place because of double-sided tape at the base of my breasts. She wasn’t interested in this objection nor was she amenable to my subsequent and frantic yet reasonable petition that we go back upstairs to their flat or at least their hallway to satisfy this wildly unreasonable request. Look the outer glass of this building is tinted and mostly reflective and anyway everyone’s watching that show she said pointing to the sudsy bacchanal in the clear-sided float directly in front of the building. To be fair the large crowd on the street was utterly absorbed in and cheering for the model-like bodies on egregious display. They made me look positively Victorian. Here just go back to that corner she said pointing to a large potted plant near the building’s mailboxes and get it off. I’ll stand here to make it even harder for anyone to see you. The alcove Jessica gestured me toward was actually behind and to the side of the elevator opening so it did offer some cover. Only someone pressing their face against the lobby glass would be able to see in and even then Jessica and the plant would mostly screen me at the back of the lobby. If I was quick. I looked doubtful. Yet again the iterated claim that if I didn’t rapidly cooperate Mike would post my videos motivated me to get on with this latest affront to my vanishing dignity. With Jessica’s back to me between me and the glass facade fronting the street I quickly kicked off my shoes and sent them to her. Wriggling out of the bodysuit was trickier though I was as hasty as I could be under the circumstances fearing the arrival or departure of another building resident. The hardest part was removing the double-sided tape. Thereafter it was just a little more effort to wriggle out of the suit and rapidly strip off the tights. For a microsecond I was utterly naked in the lobby. My complete nudity was brief and not at all a turn on. I was anxiously concerned to get myself covered again as quickly as possible in the minimal bodysuit before anyone entered the lobby or exited the elevator. I had to trust that anyone appearing wouldn’t immediately clock my frantic self screened by Jessica and a large potted plant shimmying and stuffing myself back into my tight covering. My pussy clenched at the risk my nipples tightening against the thin fabric. Jessica glanced quickly back when I tossed the sheer tights over to her. She didn’t seem to have any prurient interest in my nudity that or I was such an inferior female specimen compared to her that I barely merited a second look. I bustled myself back into the bodysuit as quickly as I could. The tape was now no good to me. I had gotten the suit a size too small so that the light boning and elastic in the sides would grip me all the tighter. I was keenly aware now of the need to make doubly sure my labia were fully contained within the narrow strip in front. My breasts sat on the shelf Maria had made though now I was more conscious than ever that any sudden movements would put my almost-exposed nipples on full display. I was shocked frightened and aroused at how much more exposed I now felt. Despite the whisper thin sheer nature of the tights they somehow made the whole ensemble feel more substantial and pulled together. With the tights and tape gone now everything seemed significantly more exposing. I certainly couldn’t enjoy anything like the freedom of movement I had exhibited earlier in the street. My breasts literally bounced more on the shelf and the cutaway between my breasts going down several inches nearly to my abdomen felt looser as a result. I was literally going to have to hold my breath or just breathe more shallowly a hard task given how much more aroused this new level of exposure made me feel. Why did being nearly exposed thrill me so much more than being completely exposed? My cunt dripped thinking of Mike’s hard cock forcing its way inside while I stood helpless. I was certainly proud of the work I had done on my body. It was enough to enable me to credibly wear what I was and not feel embarrassed about how the bodysuit looked on me. For some reason near public nudity amped my arousal vastly more than the abstract thought or god forbid the reality of total bareness. Perhaps this explained my willingness to experiment at the beach with smaller and smaller bikinis as my confidence grew. Yet never once had I been tempted to remove my top completely or sunbathe au naturel. If there was a name for this peculiar fetish of mine I wasn’t familiar with it. Yet fetish it must have been because I was more turned on than ever at my reduced state of clothing. My soaked pussy ached for Mike to ram his dick deep while calling me names. Jessica quickly gathered my things and returned to the elevator explaining that the back exit to the alley ran through the garage and she would have to take it down to connect with Mike. She repeated her promise to get my phone to me at The Melody Spot later and apologized for Mike’s bizarre insistence on taking my shoes and tights. And then as quick as that she was gone. As bare as my bodysuit left me I was still vastly more covered than the celebrants on the float outside who were driving the massed crowd in front of the building to a crescendo of applause. One thong-covered man had the foam dispenser between his legs and was obscenely spraying two of the women in tiny bright red and blue thongs. They had their backs to him as the jets of foam coursed over their backs and dripped lasciviously between their exposed ass cheeks while they bumped in time to the float’s techno beat music. As thongs went I actually owned bikinis smaller than the ones on models up there on the float thongs and G-strings. I had worn the former to the beach already but hadn’t yet had the courage to test my G-strings there. Still I envied the confidence of these women making frankly sexual displays of themselves with just a few square inches of fabric keeping them on the safe side of the law. The complete mayhem they and their colleagues were creating made it easier for me to slip out of the building largely unnoticed. My throbbing clit begged for attention my mind flashing to Mike pounding my cunt raw. The crowd was thick on the sidewalk and I had to carry my headdress as I tried to make my way in the direction of my own group. Without my shoes I was an inch shorter. I had had my nails done recently so my feet looked okay to me but I was definitely concerned with how dirty the bottoms of my feet might get by the time I caught up with my friends. Initial progress was slow because everyone was literally bouncing up and down and screaming in time to the float. Those who weren’t had their phones angled high above the crowd to capture the craziness on display. So at first I felt a little invisible only raising my voice to excuse myself as I tried to wade through the massed crowd. That soon changed as I had to press between people doing my best to move from right to left even as the crowd seemed to want to surge toward the parade barriers wooden sawhorses up and down the route. I tried to slide so that my front faced the street like I was edging my way from the aisle to the window seat on a plane making myself as narrow as possible to draw as little attention to myself as I could. My bodysuit presented me with a challenge. If I moved with my face to the front my almost entirely bare backside could easily be scrutinized perhaps even groped or touched. If I turned to face the crowd as I moved perhaps eye contact would help keep folks’ hands to themselves though it would somehow seem more intimate as I brushed against them my breasts practically in their faces. In the end I opted to move side to side facing forward hoping that the interest in the float would distract from my almost naked form slithering by. My wet pussy clenched imagining a stranger’s fingers sliding inside. Initially this worked what with everyone’s attention plastered to the wet bodies on the float. But eventually some folks began to pay attention to me as I sashayed between them trying to make my way down the parade route on a sidewalk thronged to capacity with people cheering. It was around this point that I felt a hand slowly caress my bare ass. By the time I was able to get my head around I saw a set of people male and female I had just worked my way past though none of them seemed inclined to take ownership of the free grope. It had been unhurried as if whomever the hand belonged to knew they had all the time in the world. When I looked back to the people I had just excused myself past none of them even glanced back at me. I thought for a moment I was mistaken but then I felt a firm hand cup an ass cheek and not let go. The hand released me when I whirled as much as possible in the tight confines to look into the face of a young man who shrugged as if to say so what or I couldn’t help it. Or maybe it was just the presence of so much flesh everywhere in his visual field. When my bare ass brushed his hand he felt nothing was inappropriate about appropriating my bottom. At some basic level I couldn’t blame him. The sidewalk was jam packed with barely any room to move. The blasting music the cheers and the omnipresent arms and hands up with extended phones recording it all rendered my passage a forest of limbs and made someone like me nearly invisible except to those nearby I had to brush against to get past. My ass would inevitably make contact with everyone I moved by no matter how thin I tried to make myself. The relentless groping pushed me over the edge my pussy spasming hard as I came in the middle of the crowd my knees buckling while hot cum soaked my bodysuit.