Bad Influence

[Vagrant]

Bad Influence (Closed)

~ Closed for myself and AndreaSubbie ~

Dylan watched as his son Derek came home with one of his friends. The girl, the bookworm. He really didn't approve of the friendship in the least. In the beginning he had hoped that his initial impression of the girl had been wrong, that she was the type of girl he felt his son should be hanging around with. But those hopes were quickly dashed. She wasn't putting the bookworm facade on as a joke, that was who she actually was. Shy, naive, and entirely uninterested in his son as a sexual partner or in his... or rather Dylan's money.

His next hope was that her spending time with Derek would be a good influence on her, push her towards the kind of woman that Derek deserved. But even that hadn't happened. If anything, it was almost the other way. Derek didn't seem to mind that his friend wasn't spreading her legs trying to get him to buy her pretty things. Or just because she wanted to. If anything, she was a bad influence on his son, and that was something that he wasn't going to stand for.

It was time someone told her what her place was. Why Derek kept her around, and what he really wanted. And if Derek wouldn't do it himself, that meant Dylan had to.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea

Andrea walked in to Derek's house with him, hoping his Dad wasn't in. She knew when she wasn't liked. After all, when you've been teased for what seems like forever about wearing glasses and liking to read and being good at exams you get to sense these things! And of course if you're medium height, slim with nice long dark hair and boobs that insisting on sticking straight out your chest, the sporty guys seem to think you'll want to go out with them, and dont seem to cope well with a polite 'no thanks'.

She's been called Lez, Frigid, all sorts of things but the irony was that just made her more determined to be good at studies and hide her body away in shapeless sweaters and baggy bottoms. The worst was swimming, when it was impossible to hide. But she didn't have to swim anymore, so that was ok.

Andrea liked Derek. He seemed nice, and since they'd been friends he really seemed to be doing better, reading books and stuff. Tonight they were going to read some Pride and Prejudice.

Damn! Derek's Dad was home, and frowning at her again!

"Er, Hi," she said, hoping he would give her a break, pushing the dark framed glasses up her nose.

 

[Vagrant]

Dylan eyed the two of them as they came in to the large foyer of the house. "Hello Andrea." He wasn't glaring at her, or anything outward, but he knew she could tell he didn't care for her. Her demeanor screamed it.

"Andrea, may I have a word with you in private for a moment? Dylan, I'll send her up to your room when we're done." He motioned with one of his arms towards the sitting room off to the side, in the opposite direction of Dylan's room. It was clear he wasn't really asking to have a word with her, he was more telling her that it was going to happen.

Dylan looked from his dad to Andrea, and then back to his dad. "Ok, but be nice, alright?"

Once they were alone, he sat across from her quietly for a few moments. "Andrea, I'm going to be blunt. You're not a good match for my son. When you two started to become friends, I hoped that the red flags I saw were just my imagination. But they clearly aren't." He stood up and went to the bar. "Can I get you a drink?" He poured himself a scotch, and whatever she asked for.

Once he sat back down again he looked at her once more. "That being said, there is no denying that my son likes you, and you make him happy. But reading books isn't why he keeps you around. He keeps you around because underneath all of that get up you wear, you could be hot if you tried. He wants you to try. More over, he deserves for you to try, don't you think? How many friends do you have that, like Derek, have the money and resources to have anyone they wanted? Actually, how many friends do you have period? You would think a girl in your position, with a friend like Derek, you'd be eager to do anything you could to keep him as a friend."

"If you haven't figured this out by now..." he shook his head. "Maybe you aren't as smart as you think you are. He's put up with your shit for so long, reading silly girly books like Pride and Prejudice for you, and you don't even show him any tit. He doesn't keep you around for your scintillating conversation, Andrea. It's just a shame he hasn't had this talk with you yet. That he's let it go this long has just made it harder, and made me the bad guy. But lets face it, you're a bad influence on him. It's time you learned what kind of woman my son deserves, and either you become that woman, or you step aside and let him find someone else."

"What's it going to be?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea

She was getting more and more angry as Dylan went on. How dare he! What did he think she was? And how dare he have such a low opinion of Derek!

"Derek likes me for who I am, not for my body or looks! And he does like my conversation! We talk for hours, and he and I agree on mostly everything!"

In her anger, Andrea wanted to prove Dylan wrong, prove how he had misjudged his son, prove that a girl's body wasn't the only thing that guys like Derek were interested in.

Hadn't they talked the other weekend about how seeing a picture of a girl's body wasn't as interesting as talking with a real girl like her? Some guys had teased them about reading Jane Austin, saying they should be reading girly mags instead. What was it Derek had said? "I'd rather talk with you anyday, Andrea, than look at pictures of naked girls."

Well she'd show Dylan what his son was made of.

"I bet you anything you like, that if you had a picture of a naked girl in here, Derek would spend more time chatting with me than looking at that picture! That's the kind of guy your Derek is!"

Andrea lifted her chin in defiance as she laid out her challenge, totally confident that Derek wouldn't let her down.

 

[Vagrant]

He couldn't help but laugh as she defended herself, and strangely defended Derek as well. Telling him that he didn't know his own son. "You really are dense, aren't you. You think he meant all of that? Sure he'd rather talk to you than look at pictures of naked girls, because he's hoping that talking to you will lead to you being naked, squirming on his lap."

When she proposed the bet, he smiled. "Sure, if I'm right, you do everything I say, with passion and enthusiasm, to turn yourself into the girl that Derek actually wants. If I'm wrong, then i won't bring it up again. But a picture isn't a fair test. A picture is boring, static. You can't touch the big fake tits of a girl in a picture. You can't fuck a slut in a picture. And you can't show off the trophy bimbo in a picture to all your friends. You two come down to the pool in an hour... and we'll see if you're right about my son."

He smiled at her. "By the way, I wouldn't tell him about this little bet of ours. After all, do you honestly think he doesn't know what it is I wanted to talk to you about? He didn't try to stop me, did he? He didn't tell me no, or that I was wrong, or to stay out of it. He wants this conversation to happen. Just let that sink in while you go up to my son."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea

"A bet is a bet, I'm not changing the terms just because you're too scared you'll lose! That's what you mean by a picture not being a fair test, isn't it? You know I'm right and you'll lose!

"So the bet is a picture of a naked girl, or talking to me, and we'll see which he spends more time looking at; me or the picture in the space of one minute from when the picture is revealed. If you win, yes I'll do everything you say. If I win, you leave us alone to be friends. And if you change the terms, I win because you chickened out.

"Yes, we'll be down at the pool in one hour, and I don't need to say anything! In fact, I can wait for you to set up a picture, I'm so confident!"

With that, Andrea got up, more confident than ever, knowing that Dylan was running scared. She had this practically in the bag. Derek would do her proud with the picture, and if it wasn't a picture she wins anyway. Smiling to herself, Andrea walked to the door.

 

[Vagrant]

"It isn't a fair test, it's apples and oranges... but alright, if you insist, one picture. See you in an hour."

He was going to have one of the porn stars he had used in a few films he'd produced, one of his many business ventures, waiting at the pool, but that was now out. But he did have an ace up his sleeve when she said that it only had to be a minute.

See, like all boys his age, Derek watched porn. And unlike most boys his age, Derek had a father who encouraged that, seeing as he made porn. So, Derek and Dylan had talked at length about who each other liked. Dylan had, unbeknownst to Derek thus far, signed Derek's favourite porn start to his company just a short while ago. That would be more than enough to win this bet.

When the hour was up, Dylan was out by the pool when they got there. "Hey you two. Done reading for now?" He smiled at them both. "Oh, Derek, there was something I wanted to show you. I just signed someone, and I wanted to get your opinion. She's in that folder there on the table. Take a look."

Derek looked at Andrea with a bit of a quizzical expression, wondering what had gone on between them in their talk. he knew what his dad had planned, and he was honestly a bit surprised that Andrea had come into his room like nothing had happened.

he walked over to the table and grabbed the folder, opening it up and his eyes went wide. "Are you serious?" Dylan motioned for Andrea to get started trying to distract him, or else he was going to win easily. "Are you fucking serious dad? You got Asa? Asa Akira? That's awesome. I can't believe it." As Andrea tried to get his attention, his eyes never left the photograph of the asian pornstar. "Andrea, you have no idea how hot this girl is... I mean, she's amazing. Dad, you're not shitting me are you? You really signed her?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea

"Derek? .... Derek! .... DEREK!" Andrea ended up shouting, but Derek's eyes never left the picture... she only had a few seconds before the first half of the minute were up ....

"DEREK LOOK AT ME!" she shouted, to grab his attention even just for a moment. The bet never said what she could or couldn't do, as far as she could remember, and Andrea grabbed the hem of her baggy sweater and swept it up over her head, revealing her bra covered tits to both men, standing in just her bra, baggy bottoms and trainers, the sweater dangling from one hand.

"Derek, you're more interested in a real person than some picture, right?" angry that he seemed so enthusiastic about this unknown woman ... why didn't she know about his interest in this actress?

Feeling ashamed that she had reverted to exactly what she insisted Derek wouldn't be interested in, Andrea needed to keep Derek's eyes on her for just over thirty seconds or she'd lose, and that meant ... she couldn't bear to think about it!

 

[Vagrant]

"Just a second, Andrea, god... I mean, look at her." He showed her the picture to reveal that the object of his attention, that she couldn't get him to stop looking at for one minute, wasn't even fully naked.

Derek looked at her briefly when she flung off her sweater, but it didn't last. Though really, he had no idea what she had agreed to, so he didn't know why she was so insistent. After the majority of the minute was up, and she had lost the bet that he didn't even know she had made, Derek set the picture down and looked over at her. "So this has something to do with the talk you and my dad had, doesn't it." he said, looking at her standing in just her bra.

Of course now that he was looking at her, his eyes never left her tits.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea

"Yes, Derek, yes it does," she replied sadly, knowing that not only had she lost the bet (how could that happen?) but that Derek wasn't the guy she thought he was. Worse still, she now had to do something that she so desperately didn't want to do .. act the part of a tarty trophy girlfriend!

What was it she had agreed to? Do whatever he says, enthusiastically with passion? Yikes!

Still standing with the sweater dangling from one hand, feeling more than a little self-conscious as Derek stared at her covered 36c's, Andrea drew a deep breath and stood up straight. Time to be brave!

"A bet is a bet, so I guess here goes ... what do you want me to do?" looking at Dylan, smiling, acting like she was pleased to have lost her own stupid bet to Derek's Dad.

 

[Vagrant]

"For right now? Nothing. Come back tomorrow after lunch. I know it's a school day, but you're going to skip. School isn't that important to you anymore. I'll have more instructions for you then. For now, you two go do what you want. I'll see you tomorrow, Andrea." He smiled at the two of them. Finally, his son was going to see what he should have been demanding of her all this time.

The next day while Derek was at school, Dylan waited for Andrea to show up. He was beginning to think she had gone back on their deal, when he saw her car pull up the drive. "Good you're here. Come inside for a few minutes and then we're going shopping."

Once inside the house, he sat her down. "The biggest crime you're committing is how you dress. You don't do anything at all to show off your body, or let people get a good look at you. I don't care what you read, or what you talk about, but you have a fantastic body... it could do with a bit of enhancements, but otherwise fantastic... and you need to show it off. You need to let my son show it off. So, we're going to buy you a new wardrobe. And when you get home, you're to throw away all of your old clothes. You don't need them anymore. Any objections?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea

Enthusiasm and passion!

"No objections at all, er Dylan? Do I call you that? Or Sir?"

Andrea thought back to last night, to her putting the sweater back on, the way Derek seemed disappointed that she had dressed, that their conversation seemed strained, not like it had been.

Part of it, she knew, was that she had lost control of the situation, of Derek. His Dad was now calling the shots, any shots he wanted. So if he wanted to take her shopping, that's what they'd do. After all, how hard can this be? Its just a matter of wearing some different clothes, the kind other girls wear all the time. That can't be so bad?

Putting on her best smile, and thinking that she might as well enjoy being pampered and having clothes bought for her, Andrea nodded her head, ready to pay up. Just a bit of shopping, and all would be done!

 

[Vagrant]

"Dylan is fine, Andrea." He smiled at her warmly.

"I'm glad you're taking this seriously. It proves to me how much you want to be a part of my son's life. Now, we just need to make sure it's the right part, don't we?" The tone of his voice made it clear the question was rhetorical.

"Alright, lets go."

He took her shopping to various stores, where he bought her very revealing clothes, high heels, skimpy lingerie, and lots of make up. He had her change into one of her new outfits, and had her make up applied by one of the professionals at the store.

When they were in the car afterwards he turns to her. "Now, with the new wardrobe comes a bit of a new attitude. What do you do when you catch someone looking at your tits, or your ass, or anywhere but your face? You smile, maybe throw in a giggle, and give them a better view. You're eye candy for Derek now, aren't you."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea

Doing her best to agree happily with Dylan's little demand about the part she is to play in Derek's life, Andrea quite enjoys the drive to the shops, not expecting anything too challenging. If other girls can manage it, why not her?

It started to become a little more difficult with each item Dylan picked out ... the tops were going to really make the most of her boobs! Some were sheer, others with a very low neck, others still with an indecently short hem... and that went for some of the skirts too. There were wrap-around skirts that didn't exactly wrap around, skirts that barely covered her briefs, sjirts that were longer but with a slit up the side, some to the belt! There were stockings, hold-ups, briefs that were so brief they hardly existed, or were see through, bras that were too thin, or mesh, or only cupped the underside of her boobs without covering her nipples,.. it just got worse and worse.

Then she had to endure a make-up session, with the woman lecturing her on techniques, foundations, tones, blends, eyes, lips, cheeks, even tit make-up!!

Finally Dylan seemed satisfied with a combination:
black shelf bra that left her pink nipples uncovered, black mesh sleeveless top with dark vertical panels, one each side, that obscured her nipples only if she didn't move, white lace tiny briefs that left her ass cheeks naked, a wrap-over skirt that covered her if she stood still though it barely covered her cheeks and flashed her white lace with every step, hold-up stockings that left lots of pale thigh bare, and high black heels that were difficult to walk in.

"Smile and give them a better view? I'm not sure its possible to get a better view!"

Andrea desperately hoped she wouldn't meet anyone she knew, and that no-one tried to take any pictures of her on their mobiles.

"So back home?" she asked, hopefully, wanting to get away from any attention.

 

[Vagrant]

"Of course it's possible to give them a better view. It's all about demeanor. Be proud of your body, enjoy showing it off. Either that or leave my son to find someone who will be like that for him. And we both know that he won't have any trouble doing that."

His head shook when she asked if they were headed home next. "No, Andrea, we're not heading home. We're going to go show you off." Her reaction caused him to laugh. "Did you think this was going to be something you could do when I'm around, and ignore otherwise? This is a lifestyle change for you, Andrea. Like I said yesterday, school isn't that important to you anymore. Looking good and sexy for my son is. Whether he's around or not. People are going to know you're his girl, and you need to have them see you in the correct fashion."

The car pulled up outside a mall, and it looked rather busy. "I want you to walk around this mall for an hour. Browse, shop, do whatever you want, but don't hide someplace, or stay in one area for too long. You need to get used to walking in heels, and you need to get used to being looked at. After that we're going to your house to throw away what's in your closet right now."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea

Looking at her watch, Andrea took in a deep breath, ready to try.

Enthusiasm and Passion! What had she got herself into!

"where will I meet you, wen I'm done?" she asked Dylan, hoping to hide herself in the crowd for an hour, and then in a discrete doorway until he came to pick her up, hoping he wasn't going to follow her and check on how she was doing.

Getting our the car she hobbled across the car park. It seemed a long way to the Mall entrance, and people were already staring at her. If she noticed them she just smiled and concentrated on not falling over.

Once inside the crowded entrance she slowed down and walked carefully with short paces to minimise the way her skirt opened at the front with every step; head up, meeting the eyes of the men who did double-takes at her legs and breasts.

Andrea got through the entrance and came to a large open area which was less busy but lined with shop entrances, and walked over to a jewelry store with large plate glass polished windows. She looked at her reflection and practiced smiling, hating the image looking back at her, humiliated, embarrassed, and yes dammit, slightly turned on! How did that happen?

Andrea also noticed a small crowd of people behind her, seeming to be enjoying the view of her rear!

 

[Vagrant]

Since he had planned this trip ahead of time, he was more prepared for what cam than Andrea was herself. So far she had lived up to her end of the bargain, not arguing with the clothing choices he had made too much, and she had sat through having her make up applied. It would remain to be seen if she practiced that skill and kept it up when she didn't think he was around, but that test would come later. For now, he had something more in mind.

Since up until he let her out of the car at the mall, she had his presence to remind her of her deal, her reactions thus far weren't entirely indicative of how she would react when he wasn't around, and he was adamant that this was going to be a lifestyle change for her, not just an act she put on for his benefit.

So, after she was out of sight, he went to park the car and grabbed a camera from his bag. He followed her in careful to remain out of her line of sight. Once inside he took pictures of what she did, where she went, how she reacted to the eyes on her. He wasn't going to show her the pictures right away, and in what context he did show her depended on whether she followed his instructions or not.

After the hour was done, he went back to his car and drove up to where she was waiting and opened the door. "Alright, that's enough showing off your sexy body for now. Time to go get rid of your old, boring clothes."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea

Well, she might as well do it properly.

Turning round, Andrea did a curtsey, realising a bit too late that her skirt was gaping wide open as she did! Oh fuck it! she thought to herself and made her way over to the food area.

She managed to get some rest in the queue since she was hemmed in and not so visible, but once she got her coffee decided to be brave and sit at the edge of the cafe area where passers-by would notice her.

Having been initially horrified, Andrea realised that she was actually getting quite a kick out of this. She wondered if that was why she made the stupid bet. Did she somehow sense what Dylan might do? Is it secretly what she wanted? After all, what teenage boy wouldn't want to see a naked girl, even in pictures? Did she piss Dylan off to make him force her into this? Well, she couldn't let him know she liked it, that would be even more humiliating! And hot! Oh damn!

Finishing her coffee, Andrea walked up and down various shops and walkways, drinking in the attention that she had always despised, and realised that she wanted Dylan to keep the pressure on her. He was far more interesting than his son, Derek!

Finally Andrea made her way back to the pick up spot, and climbed in, wondering what was in store as they finished the day of the bet. It seemed a pity it would all end with him throwing out her clothes. But it had been fun, she admitted to herself.

"Whatever you say, Dylan," she replied, not upset to say goodbye to her old clothes

 

[Vagrant]

"Good girl." He said to her as she agreed to do whatever he said. His tone was entirely patronizing and he was clearly talking down to her, as if to say 'of course we'll do whatever I say'. With the way she was dressed, he really wanted to bend her over and fuck her, use her like she was meant to be used, but he held himself back for the moment.

Since it was still the middle of the afternoon, her parents weren't home yet. When they arrived, he waited for her to let them in and then followed her to her bedroom. "If your parents ask where these clothes came from, or why you're dressed like that, You're going to tell them Derek bought them for you, and you're dressed like that because you realise Derek deserves to have a girl that dresses nice for him. Got it?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea

"Er, yes Sir, ok," she replied as she stood back and watched him help himself to her old clothes.

Did he say 'Good girl' to her? Like she was a puppy in training? Damn him! How did he know to do that? Andrea was trying to work out what she could change in to before her mum came home. She certainly couldn't have her nipples practically on show! I mean, she thought to herself, there's humiliating, and humiliating!

Still, this will all be over soon, tomorrow would be sort of back to normal, just in different clothes.

 

[Vagrant]

Dylan didn't leave her with anything from her old wardrobe. Well, that's not true. He left a pair of running shoes, to go with some work out clothes that he had bought for her that day. He had purchased enough clothes to give her more than enough variety, to start, and he wasn't going to leave her with anything that she had before.

He knew there were things that he had said that she didn't really take seriously yet. And he had given her the impression that today's shopping excursion would be everything she would have to do to satisfy their bet, but he doubted it. The odds of her taking the next steps on her own were practically nil. She would need to be pushed, guided. Trained. That was something he was looking forward to doing.

Once all of her clothes were packed away, and the new clothes put in the subsequently empty closet and drawers, he took the boxes back to his car and left her alone. He would watch her to make sure she stayed on the course.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea

Once Dylan had gone, she felt a little deflated.

She was actually quite confused about her feelings, but hoped that a good night's sleep would help her get focused. Andrea went through all her drawers and closet finding out what was where, and strangely felt that she needed Dylan's permission to move anything.

Grabbing some sweats, she quickly undressed and slipped into the comfy, though close-fitting, sports wear. Already feeling a little transformed she didn't bother with underwear, and giggling to herself dropped the waist of the bottoms to her hips, unzipping the top almost halfway.

Satisfied, she padded down to the kitchen to make herself a drink and read the paper at the kitchen bar. She just might tell her mum what Dylan had instructed her to say.

 

[Vagrant]

When Andrea's mom came home later on that evening, and saw her daughter dressed as she was, she was a little bit surprised. She did indeed ask what the change was all about, and if Andrea did as she was told, her mother would just nod and smile, happy that her daughter had seemed to find a boyfriend. After all, she had been worried about Andrea's lack of friends for quite some time.

The next day at school, Derek was much more interested in Andrea, or at least he was interested in her in different ways than normal. Most of the other guys were as well and she got a number of appreciative looks and comments. It seemed that showing some skin made her much more popular.

Her teacher for English Literature took her aside and asked her what had brought on the change in wardrobe, as it really wasn't like her at all.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea

When she woke up next morning, Andrea felt a smile on her face and remembered her chat with Mum last night. She'd been surprised how well Mum took it, that she had a boyfriend and wanted to dress nice for him. Mum didn't seem to mind at all if her little girl showed off her body a bit!

After a shower she chose a thin low cup black bra and lace black thong, short denim skirt, black hold-up stockings, tight low neck short sleeve white t shirt and lowish heeled pumps and went down to breakfast, listening to Mum's comments as she ate,

Once at school Andrea noticed the biggest difference. She was noticed! And it was quite nice.

After English, when the teacher asked her why, she answered,

"Well, a rather dominating man finally showed me that I should dress more like this, so here I am!" and she smiled, wondering if she was getting a taste for strong older men?

 

[Vagrant]

The teacher looked at her concerned. "Dominating? Andrea, are you being forced to dress like this?"

Just then, Derek came around the corner. "Hey babe." He said, casually as he put his arm around her, cupping her ass casually. He had never been so forward with her before, but things had changed since his dad had taken matters into his own hands. "You ready to go? I was thinking we could head over to my place. I don't know if my dad will be home, but if he is, I'm sure he'll leave us alone today."

Derek waved at the teacher as he took Andrea away. "Have a good night Mr Santor."