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Jack and Shelly have always been friendly, but the drive he takes her on truly brings their relationship to a dizzying new level of adrenaline high. Given a set of detailed instructions, Shelly is tasked with obeying Jack's every command on what is sure to be the ride of her life.

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Erotic literature

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Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	06 août 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781789822663
Langue	English

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A Humiliating Car Ride
Dee Voyse

First published in 2020 by
House of Erotica
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
Digital edition converted and distributed by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
Copyright © 2020 Dee Voyse
The right of Dee Voyse to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. Any person who does so may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Chapter 1
“Your instructions are as follows: You will meet me in front of your home at 10am sharp tomorrow. You will be wearing a short plaid skirt, a white button down blouse with your red lace bra underneath, and NO PANTIES. I also want you to wear that pair of red high heels – you know, the ones that you hate because they’re so uncomfortable. And, as for the rest of our day...you just leave that up to me.”
Jack’s voicemail on Shelly’s phone made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. He was a good friend of hers – someone she had met at a local kink munch years before and kept in touch with – and she was sure she could trust him. Still, his stern voice over the phone made her feel small and nearly frightened, especially the part about not wearing panties. When they first met, Shelly had copped to having an intense desire to try public humiliation. It had been a topic of conversation here and there over the years, but Shelly had resolved to leave it on the back burner until the day she found herself secure enough to actually go through with it. And the next day was to finally be that day.
She put her phone down on her bedside table and went to the bathroom to wash up for the night. She splashed some cool water on her face and vigorously brushed her teeth, rehearsing the safe word, “red”, in her mind as she continued with her nightly chores. She spotted a small pimple beginning to form on her cheek and cursed at the mirror, angry that she was showing signs of obvious stress. She was excited about the day ahead of her, but there was no denying her misgivings about the humiliation potentially going too far.
“Red,” she said to herself over and over again, “Red.”
She slipped on a pair of novelty cartoon pajama pants and a nondescript white wife beater tank top and slid into bed and underneath her massive comforter. She tangled her body around the blankets, smelling the clean laundry scent of a freshly made bed. She slept soundly, though the last thought in her mind before closing her eyes was a lingering curiosity about what Jack’s plans for the next day would be and how she would react when all came to fruition.
When she awoke to the sound of her obnoxious alarm, Shelly brushed the sleep from her eyes and struggled to remember what she had dreamt about the night prior. The only thing she could recall was seeing the color red all over. Red walls, red chairs, red clothing, red pumps.
‘Damn.’ she thought, remembering her instructions to wear those ridiculous heels.