Jenny always thought it funny how quickly the halls emptied after school had finished, she normally hung around because of cheerleading commitments. As she approached the Principal’s office she decided to give an experimental squeeze on her left nipple, just to see how far she could make it go. She found that the quick jet of milk fired about 4 feet in front of her landed with a splatting noise.
She sighed, this was her now, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Jenny reached the principals door and knocked politely before entering Mrs Styles’ office. She found the secretary typing away on the computer. Jenny smiled at her, “Hiya! I was wondering if I can get my old heels back.”
Mrs Styles smiled and reached under the desk, “Sure thing hun, there you go!” she said producing the heels Jenny had worn on her way in this morning... Complete with heels! Jenny raced over to the plastic chair and sat on the towel that had been left there from earlier, it was still damp. Mrs Styles handed her a small silvery key and Jenny eagerly unlocked and removed her punishment shoes smiling.
“You looked so sexy in those though!” the secretary playfully complained while Jenny slipped back into her old 6” heels. She stood up excitedly and grabbed her bag, “Thanks Mrs Styles, but Martha’s waiting out front to pick me up.”
With that Jenny trotted out of the secretary’s office and into the halls, enjoying the sound of her heels clicking on the floor and the support they gave. Although she still felt awkward about being naked in the halls of her school the victory of completing a whole day and getting her shoes back meant Jenny was happy for the first time all day.
She strode confidentially out into the parking lot and basked in the warm sunshine on her exposed skin. She saw Martha’s truck off on the other side of the lot and strode towards it. The maid always picked her up as her mum and dad always worked late.
As she walked across the lot awareness dawned on her and she realised that she was standing naked in a pair of heels outside by the side of a busy main road. She awkwardly tried to cover herself and approached Martha’s pick-up.
Martha was an attractive French brunette who’d moved into town in search of money. She’d ended up working for Jenny’s mum and dad and although it hadn’t been her original choice of vocation Martha had been working for the family since Jenny was very young. Jenny often heard the comment about having an actual ‘French maid’ but Martha seemed to just laugh it off.
As Jenny opened the door she found that Martha had basically filled the truck with shopping bags, each filled with nice clothes from various places. It had been Martha’s day off and she’d gone shopping with some of her friends. Jenny felt a little jealous that Martha could wear clothes and she couldn’t!
Then she realised that there was no room for her to sit, the truck was full of bags!
“Get on the back!” Martha yelled from inside the car. Jenny stood in disbelief; she wanted her to ride on the back? Why couldn’t some of these bags go on the back?
“I can't put the bags out there, they'll get stolen, and I didn’t want you to leak all over the stuff!” Came Martha’s voice from inside the car. “Now hurry up, we’ve got to get back!”
Jenny grudgingly walked around the back and hauled herself up onto the back of the truck, she couldn’t believe this. This was the most humiliating thing she’d ever done, she was about to ride on the back of a pick-up butt naked.
She heard Martha start the engine and then she reversed and pulled out of the parking lot. Jenny tried to lower herself down in the back of the truck to avoid attention.
As they accelerated down the road Jenny noticed how icy cold the wind was and she lowered herself down in the truck, the problem with this was it either forced her knees in the air or her legs to spread apart. Jenny just couldn’t stand the cold so she positioned herself in the truck so that she was sheltered from the wind, lying on back with her legs spread far apart. This however caused her juices to pour out of her like they had in the staff room earlier that day and she soon found herself lying in a pool of her own juices.
She was getting worried about the wetness of her pussy when she opened her legs, it didn’t seem to correspond in any way with how wet she was normally. She tried to adjust her position but this proved harder than she had expected as a combination of the movement of the truck and the floor now slick with her juices caused her to slip and fall on her back again. Jenny decided that getting up or changing position wasn’t an option and neither was putting her legs together, so she lay in the back of the truck as her lubricants slowly pooled around her.
“I’m going to drown in my own pussy juice!” She said to herself over the roaring wind, because of her position she had no idea where or how far from the house they were. She could feel her juices on her back and legs; she’d managed to prop her head up on the back of the cab so her hair and neck remained dry.
Suddenly she felt the truck take a sudden corner into what she presumed was their driveway, but the roof of a gas station creeping into view above her proved otherwise. Jenny cringed and closed her legs, stopping the flow of juice, as the truck came to a stop. She heard the driver’s side door open and Martha shout, “Can you fill her up? Seeing as you’re out already!” Jenny heard the door slam.
Resentfully Jenny sat up from her oily bed and looked around, being at school was one thing but this busy gas stop was another thing entirely. There were 3 truckers eating sandwiches by their trucks, a few families eating picnics by the side of the store, as well as young couple, an old man, a group of teenagers and a pair of guys all filling their cars. Jenny didn’t know any of these people, and that made her feel unsafe and even more nude.
“I can’t believe this.” She said to herself as she slid along the truck’s back, opened the hatch at the back and carefully lowering herself onto the gas station forecourt. As she did so she heard a trickling noise and turned to see that the juices that had accumulated in the back of the truck were now pouring out of the back of the trailer. Not only that but the wind blowing against her exposed skin now highlighted to her how wet her back and legs were, she was covered in her own juices!
She caught Martha’s gaze in the mirror, the maid was giving her an inquisitive stair, and Jenny decided that the quicker she got it done the better.
Trying to act as normal as she could Jenny grabbed the hose on the pump and began filling Martha’s Pick-up. She glanced around nervously; one of the truckers had noticed her and was pointing her out to the rest. They all made gestures which indicated sexual intent, but she observed that they were treating her no differently to any other attractive woman.
She continued to fill the Pick-up and tried not to look up or around at anyone, when the truck was full she put the hose back and wondered what to do next. She saw Martha holding a wad of cash out the window of the truck, and knew what she was going to be made to do next. Approaching the window she took the money and smiled as sweetly as she could at the maid, she wasn’t looking forward to walking into the store.
“Thanks babes that should be more than enough” Martha said, closing the window.
Jenny decided to trust the curse’s changes and, as normally as she could, approached the shop. She noticed the change in warmth as she walked through the sliding doors and into the temperature controlled building. She was relieved to see that there was no-one in the store except for the attendant at the desk and a janitor in the far corner. She approached the desk and said,
“4 please” pointing to Martha’s pick-up. The attendant glanced at her, his gaze momentarily fixed on her breasts as he rung up the amount to pay. Jenny stood and tried to avoid eye-contact with the guy.
After she’d paid she moved as quickly as she could back out of the store, taking a nervous glance behind she saw the Janitor place a ‘Wet Floor’ sign on the spot where she’d been standing to pay.
This was just another humiliation in a growing number that Jenny had experienced that day.
When she reached the pick-up Martha lowered the window and took the change before gesturing for Jenny to get back in the back. This time she accepted it and climbed onto the back of the truck, closing the tail-gate behind her. The truck was still wet but the pool of Juices had drained away, leaving just a slick layer on which Jenny was now kneeling. Suddenly the truck jerked forward as Martha left the Gas Station and Jenny fell onto her front. She gasped as she landed on her tits, and then slid forward covering her front in her juices. As she tried to sit up her knees slipped and she ended up with her legs wide apart again, she could hear and feel her pussy pouring juice again; trying to get up from this position proved futile as she continually slipped back into this pose as the truck accelerated or braked.
She could see just how bad the amount of juice coming from her pussy was when she looked down to see that the entire bed was now under at least half an inch of juice. She wriggled and squirmed but only succeeded in rubbing more of the liquid into her front before flipping onto her back and doing the same thing.