Lost in Fashion - Part 6

Jenny awoke earlier then Amanda and busied herself with making breakfast. She was a passable cook and so this didn't present a significant challenge, she wanted to do a good job to show how grateful she was to Amanda for saving her.

Things had moved so quickly yesterday but at the core of it was Amanda stepping in to rescue her from a seemingly hopeless situation. She thought back to the restaurant and her hopelessly whorish appearance and the teasing she'd done to the poor waiter and waitress. She blushed all over again, especially at the memory of presenting that poor guy with her thong. The episode with the waitress felt different...she pictured the poor girl handing over her number. So brave and vulnerable...she felt awful for toying with her affections like that, there was something else though. No, she shook her head, she didn't feel that way towards girls...it was purely the thrill of the moment.

Amanda was showing no sign of rousing herself so she loaded up a tray with the coffee, scrambled eggs and toast she'd prepared and headed towards her room. Not able to knock she cleared her throat and said "Amanda?"

Amanda was luxuriating in her sumptuous king sized bed. She spent about an hour last night watching Jenny work and discussing her burgeoning submission with Marianne and some of her other friends. Even after Jenny had turned in she had flicked the hidden camera to night vision and observed her. No her little pet was at her door about to delivery breakfast. "Come on in" she replied and Jenny entered with the tray.

Jenny was wearing her pyjamas and looked adorable but Amanda reminded herself she had to take the initiative today "Awww thank you Maid Jenny".

To her utter delight Jenny joined in the joke "Not at all Ma'am, I hope you approve" and placed the tray next to her on the bed.

Amanda decided now was the time to begin taking control "You didn't where your maid outfit though?"

Jenny smiled presuming Amanda was joking "That thing? Jeez...can you imagine"

Amanda continued "Seriously, you heard what Professor LeVieux said...she wanted you to challenge yourself twenty four seven....that will be perfect. From now on I want you to where that whenever you are here"

Jenny looked at her new housemate to see if this was a prank "Really?"

Amanda was intrigued as to how Jenny would react to her authority, she suspected this meek, shy girl would be mortified at wearing a slutty French maid outfit but too timid to object "Really, go and change into it now please and we'll take some photos to show Marianne....she'll know we are taking it seriously"

Amanda smiled as Jenny muttered an okay and retreated to change. She felt triumphant and tucked into her breakfast with gusto. Perfect scrambled eggs and toast and well-brewed coffee. This was a bonus, so intent with capturing this talented attractive young fashion student as her work-partner and sex-slave that she hadn't even considered her talents as a cook and housemaid. It seemed she had chose very wisely.

Jenny returned just as Amanda was finishing, she looked like a total male fantasy. The dress was totally impractical but Amanda didn't care one bit. The skirt displayed everything and so Jenny had been forced to grab another thong from the collection of slutwear. From Amanda's low angle it was clearly visible below the almost horizontal folds of the skirt. The dress could not really be worn with a bra so her entire chest was visible and almost all of her cleavage. It was a really struggle to get the top of it to stay above the nipples. Amanda giggled at the blushing girl "You look so sexy...can I have a twirl."

Jenny complied obviously utterly uncomfortable being on display like this. The dress had in-built corsetry which Jenny had been unable to lace up. Amanda saw her chance to deepen her housemate's embarrassment and lept out of bed "Let's get you adjusted and then we'll get Marianne her pictures" she began letting her hands wander over Jenny's body without restraint. She made a show of smoothing down any creases before beginning to pull the strings of the corset. This accented Jenny's already svelte figure whilst making her hips and breasts more and more prominent. Amanda pulled and pulled the strings until Jenny protested "Amanda this is too tight" she gasped. Amanda pulled another inch or so of slack before tying the strings into neat little bows.

Her pussy was actually getting wet looking at the results. She wanted Jenny so much but she told herself that this was a process and she had to be patient. She pulled out her phone and began patrolling round Jenny taking pictures much to the girl's humiliation "Jenny, you look amazing" she gestured over to the mirror. Jenny was actually shocked at the reflection. So slutty and wanton, like a whorish caricature of herself. Amanda snaked her arm around her waist and took a picture of the two of them.

Jenny was still gazing at herself as Amanda tapped away at her phone "Annnnd Send" she announced

"What?" said Jenny in alarm

Amanda looked up from the screen "sent to Marianne so she knows you are completing your project....that reminds me, did you send her your essay"

Jenny was mortified at the thought of people seeing her like this but could not think of any really reason to object. She had no choice but to act as Amanda's housemaid and she had readily agreed to participate in this wardrobe experiment as part of her induction into Professor LeVieux's inner circle "Yes I sent it before I went to bed" she replied.

Amanda mussed her hair "Good girl....now you go and clean up breakfast and then make a start on the housework". With that Jenny sensed she was dismissed. The dress now felt like a cocoon as it pressed around her torso, she now had no way of taking it off so she merely got on with her new duties.

The was about an hour before they needed to leave for university so Jenny spent that time tidying and polishing whilst Amanda and Marianne observed her via the hidden cameras. Jenny was just tidying away the dusters when Amanda called her into the room she'd assigned to Jenny. As she entered Amanda smiled warmly "Day one of Jenny's big adventure...I have no idea what the previous occupant of this room was thinking but here we go" she said and gestured toward the bed.

On it was a tiny, tiny baby-pink t-shirt. The bottom of it was cut so high that it little more than a baggy, over-sized bra top, her entire tummy would be on display. To go with it Amanda had picked out a pair of cut-off jeans that were basically as small as it was possible to be and still be counted as shorts. To go with them Amanda had picked out some pink wedge sandals. There was no underwear so it seemed like her only option was the thong she was wearing. Jenny looked at them "Amanda, no...I mean come on"

Amanda had prepared herself for this "What?" she said

Jenny looked at her housemate "I can't wear...that"

Amanda was not accepting any objections. She knew that today was vital in breaking her resistance "This is what professor LeVieux told me to do, control your wardrobe and dress you as provocatively as possible"

Jenny could feel herself flushing "I can't wear those to university....what will people think"

Amanda was not wavering "Jenny, that is the whole point...we want them to see these outfits and react. We need to see how they react....that was what Marianne said"

Jenny felt herself beginning to cry at the thought of going out in public wearing those clothes, her voice wavered "It's not you who has to go out dressed like that"

"It's not meant to be easy Jenny...that's the point. This will get us onto Marianne's honour roll, you heard her. She wants to take us to Paris...don't blow this for us" Amanda said. She added a little waver to her voice too "...You aren't going to me down are you?"

Jenny felt utterly, utterly trapped. The thought of going out dressed like that was terrifying but what were her options. She owed Amanda everything plus this was a huge opportunity. She seemed to wilt before Amanda's eyes "okay, can you help me out of this dress".

Amanda was delighted at her surrender and gave the girl a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek "Ohhhh thanks Jenny...this will be okay I promise"

They emerged from Amanda's dockside apartment looking ridiculously mismatched. Amanda had her usual array of designer clothing and accessories looking like a fashion professional already, by her side was the very image of a slutty bimbo. This was perfect thought Amanda, the coming weeks would alienate and isolate Jenny and make her utterly dependent on Amanda. She was so turned-on thinking about it. Jenny was going to be her devoted little pet and the two of them were going to be fast-tracked onto a stellar career path under the guidance of Marianne LeVieux. It was perfect.

As Amanda drove them towards the campus the knot in Jenny's stomach grew and grew. Amanda was chatting away about how the scholarship for her dad's company would be set up almost immediately and how things were going to be fantastic from now on. Jenny was in her own little world and so looked round confused as Amanda pulled to a halt outside the main entrance and put her hazard lights on. There was hundreds of people milling around, she began to panic. Amanda was enjoying this more than she could describe "Jenny, I am parked here illegally you need to get out"

Jenny looked round "Are you not coming?"

Amanda chuckled "No Jenny, I have to park...it will be a ten minute walk, I figured you'd want to get inside as quickly as possible"

Jenny had presumed the two of them would stick together. Going out alone like this was terrifying. Amanda, as usual, took charge "JENNY, I am parked in the middle of the road. GO!"

Jenny jumped out of the car and Amanda's BMW zoomed off into the distance. The first thing that hit her was the breeze. It was November and although not as cold as some years the chill blew over her skin and made her shiver immediately. She tried to move towards the entrance as quickly as possible but the wedge sandals made that very difficult. The lack of bra made her breasts bounce around and Jenny was reminded that the pink t-shirt was cut so high that she would be in danger of her breasts popping out from under it. Amanda had not allowed Jenny a belt and so the shorts flopped down onto her hips, she pulled them up in order to ensure her pubic hair was hidden acutely aware that her legs were completely on display.

She jiggled her way towards the door noted how many heads turned towards her. This was her idea of hell.