Before Jasmine's eyes could adjust to the light when the lid of the trunk was popped open, she was greeted by loud, raucous laughter and instinctively shied away. Of course, still handcuffed and exposed, she could barely move her head away and was forced to remain staring upwards, fun bags thrust out and on display.
"Fuckslut for special delivery to the presidential suite." came Fred's voice.
Squinting, Jasmine saw Fred peering down at her pathetic form. To add to her humiliation, he was accompanied by two young men who looked amused, clearly enjoying the sight of her naked body. Worse still, they looked like they were barely 18!
Fred immediately reached over and hoisted her body up. This time, he used both hands, in between her back and her arms, lifting her up easily. Despite being naked, Jasmine felt somewhat relieved that he had not lifted her up from inside her bare and exposed pussy again.
She was placed on a small silver push-cart, her shaved pussy conveniently facing the front. Still forced to be in the reverse hogtie, her legs were extremely numb.
Her eyes now properly adjusted to the light, Jasmine was able to get a better look at the two young men. They were dressed in some sort of red and white uniform. She figured they were hotel staff, and was slightly surprised, having expected to be brought to Xavier's home. Then, Jasmine realized that their name tags both read 'Temp'. For some reason, this brought a strong wave of humiliation over her. It was as though some part of her, still proud, would be more comfortable being naked and exposed to permanent staff, rather than having her bare curvaceous naked body being casually observed by the two teenagers who were probably only working at the hotel part-time. She wondered what they must think of her, their eyes roaming freely all over her evenly tanned skin.
Jasmine took a quick look around. They were in some sort of freight deposit area.
More humiliation was due, as the relief at not having had her tight and still-juicy snatch impaled soon evaporated, when Fred nonchalantly dipped his index finger INTO her, using her natural female lubricant to separate his bunch of bills in order to hand the two teenagers their tips. When he was done, he again used her luscious blonde hair to clean off his fingers, which the two temps got a good laugh at. Jasmine felt terrible having her moist cunt penetrated so casually in front of the strangers, but all she could do was remain helpless and vulnerable in the erotic position.
Then, she was on the move again.
The two young men pushed the cart slowly, obviously enjoying the sight of the naked bombshell and the power they had over her.
It hit Jasmine somewhere along the "ride" that her dress and heels were not with her, and she hoped that some arrangements had been made for them. The thought of being completely naked in a strange hotel without access to any clothing at all was unsettling.
"Hey Bobby!" came a voice.
"What's up, Chad?" apparently, Bobby was one of her "deliverers".
"Where're you headed?" Chad replied.
Jasmine could hear his voice getting closer.
"Oh nice!!" and, it didn't take Chad long at all to catch sight of her beautiful naked body, stretched out and helpless.
"Yeah, another fuckslut for the suite." Bobby replied, absent-mindedly twiddling Jasmine's firm nipples.
Chad quickly whipped out his phone and snapped a few pictures, zooming in on Jasmine's parted thighs.
"Man, look at this slut. She obviously tans naked!" he commented.
"Hey fuckslut," Bobby said, slapping Jasmine's big tits lightly, "What's your name?"
"Uh.." Jasmine replied, extremely humiliated by the fact that she was being manhandled and molested so casually, "I am.. Dit.. Ditzy Tits.."
"Tits, do you tan naked?" Chad asked, laughing.
"Yes.. Yes.." Jasmine replied softly.
"See, I knew it," Chad continued, "Bet lots of people have seen you naked and tanning huh? Probably in public?"
"Uh.. Yes.. People have seen me tanning naked.." Jasmine said, mortified.
"Be a good slut and spread your legs wider, alright Tits? Let me get a good look at that shaved twat." Chad winked at her.
More pictures of Jasmine's most intimate area, now nicely exposed for the men's viewing between her splayed thighs, were soon added to Chad's collection. He dragged two fingers slowly over the sides of her sticky slit.
"Soft and smooth, just how I like it!" he said.
"Ah, we better be on our way. Can't be late." Bobby said, now flicking Jasmine's erect nipples using his middle finger. He sounded disappointed.
"Oh yeah, I got distracted by the dumb slut's body. Actually, I was about to ask you guys whether you could help me deliver a keg up to the kitchen. It's just a level up. And you'll be taking the service elevator up to the suite anyway." Chad said.
"Sure thing." Bobby replied.
Unfortunately, getting the keg onto the push-cart wasn't that straightforward. Fred had placed Jasmine's naked body parallel to the length of the push-cart, spread pussy facing the front. He had probably intended for anyone walking past to be greeted first by her shaved slit winking at them. But the silver cart was not particularly large, and this was proving to be an inefficient use of space now that they needed to load the cylindrical keg on as well.
The men pondered the situation for a couple of seconds, then the other teenager spoke.
"How about we put the fuckslut horizontal, with the keg resting against the handle? Like, keg behind, fuckslut in front." he said.
"Oh. Good idea, Mike!" Bobby replied.
Jasmine flushed red, half from embarrassment, half from annoyance. As soon as she had hit puberty, Jasmine knew full well that she was sexy, smart and beautiful. She was a cocktease; she loved the attention and having as much of the male population be desperate for her. She had always thought of herself as the epitome of desirability and she would make men work their hardest just to spend time with her, let alone have the "honour" of touching her. Now, she was completely naked and barefoot on a cheap push-cart and restrained in a reverse hogtie. Even more humiliating was the fact that they were discussing her naked body as though she was nothing but an OBJECT! It was as though she mattered as much to them as the beer keg, mere items that they had to organize on the cart.
It made things worse when Bobby and Mike began to pick her up and shift her around on the cart like a common household appliance.
Her fun bags bounced when Bobby lifted her up using her left forearm and left shin, Mike her right arm and leg. However, due to their failure to coordinate their grips, her legs were parted even wider, causing her smoothly shaven snatch to be spread obscenely wide.
After Chad had placed the keg against the handle of the car, the men eventually got her naked body into position, checking to make sure that her bare ass was safely within the boundary of the push-cart's platform.
Finally, Mike and Bobby pushed the cart towards the nearby service elevator.
"Right, what you got here?" a grizzly middle-aged man sitting at the counter beside the elevator asked, "Don't forget to log your deliverables."
"One beer keg for the kitchen, and.. One fuckslut for the presidential suite!" Bobby said.
The man chuckled and handed Bobby a small logbook.
However, instead of using the table, Bobby placed the book on her firm and thrust-out tits! The helpless Jasmine had the indignity of having her naked body used as a table as though it was the most ordinary thing in the world. The group was obviously amused as Bobby scribbled some words on a page, patting her 36Fs melons affectionately when he was done.
A minute or so later, the naked Jasmine, along with the two teenagers, were finally in the service elevator. Shortly after, a 'ding' indicated that they had reached the kitchen level, and Bobby checked his watch.
"Ah, damn it. We might be late. Why don't you take the keg over to the kitchen while I grab the decorations from the storeroom?" he told Mike.
"Yeah, sure." Mike replied, "I was hoping to give the kitchen staff a tour of the skank. But we really are behind schedule."
Jasmine blushed, insulted. Mike had casually discussed people getting A TOUR OF HER NAKED BODY - it was as if she were a tourist attraction of some sort. She was glad, however, that time was on her side, and her big tits and shaved pussy would be kept private for now. At least, as private as being spread out completely naked on a push-cart was..
They exited the elevator, and Mike pulled the keg off from beside Jasmine, walking off quickly.
Bobby wheeled her over to a small door nearby, then entered the room. Jasmine was left in the corridor, naked and exposed.
"Fuck." she thought to herself, hoping that no one would walk by.
This time, the naked blonde was lucky. Mike came out of the room barely a minute later, holding onto a rectangular box.
Jasmine wondered what was in the box as she was pushed back towards the elevator. Mike rejoined them just in time for the 'ding' which indicated that the elevator had arrived.
It was a long way up to their next destination; Jasmine estimated it to be about 30 floors or so. She even managed to zone out for a moment, thoughts lingering on where her skimpy red dress and slut heels were, as Bobby and Mike began to talk about video games while attempting to balance the thin box between her deep cleavage.
Soon, they were in front of a posh-looking wooden door. It seemed to be the only door on the entire floor. Jasmine was relieved, realizing that there was hardly any chance of someone coming by and seeing her naked in the corridor.
Mike knocked and they waited for a few seconds.
"Phew. Ok. He's not here yet." Bobby said.
They slid their masterkey into the door. The lights immediately came on, and they pushed Jasmine into the room.
"Alright, gotta make it quick." Bobby continued, as the door shut behind them.
"Usual arrangement, then?" Mike said.
Bobby nodded.
"I'll get the controller for the Rack." Mike walked away hurriedly as Jasmine was wheeled towards the wall directly opposite the main door.
Jasmine took a quick look around. They were in the living room of the grand suite. It was huge. In fact, from the angle she was in, it seemed to be the size of the entire ground floor of her home.
Bobby stopped the cart in front of the wall, where a strange contraption occupied the fairly sizable space between two large paintings.
Jasmine craned her head to the side to get a better look at the Rack. At first, she thought it was a golden triangle. However, the base of the triangle was missing; instead, there was a foot-and-a-half gap between the two ends pointing towards the ground. The weird structure was more like an inverted 'V', made of a shiny golden cylindrical tube that was about as thick as a tuboid fluorescent lamp. The tip of the inverted 'V' seemed to be the only part attached to the ceiling.
"Ok, got it." Mike said as he came over.
"Can you lower it a little?" Bobby said.
Jasmine was actually rather intrigued. Mike pressed a button on a small and sleek black controller, and the inverted 'V' actually started MOVING downwards. Jasmine realized that the tip of the 'V' was not actually attached to the ceiling, but rather to an extendable vertical pole made of the same material and shade of gold. Mike's controller could adjust the length of the vertical pole!
"Ok, that's good." Bobby said when the tip of the 'V' was about a foot above his head. This meant that the base of the 'V' was about as high as his stomach.
"Extend the Holders just a litte?" Bobby continued.
Apparently, the Holders were retractable horizontal bars that pointed outwards from the tips of the base of the 'V', protruding to the right and left respectively. Jasmine watched, somewhat enthralled, as Mike used the controller to extend the bars out, parallel to the wall. When they were approximately six inches long on each side, Bobby told him to stop.
"Ok great job. Help me get her up, will you?" Bobby said.
To Jasmine's horror, she was quickly lifted up from the cart. This time, Bobby held on to both her knees, inserting his hands in between her calves and hamstrings. Mike, on the other hand, supported her head and shoulders.
"No, please, what the fuck is going on?" Jasmine tried to ask.
The two young men ignored her.