Kady Diaz, the enigmatic 25-year-old Latina, saunters into the dimly lit living room of her modest apartment, the scent of sex still lingering in the air like a naughty secret. She's fresh from a steamy romp with Alice, her bespectacled nerd of a girlfriend, who's now suspended in the most undignified of positions: a hanging wedgie, courtesy of her own stretchy granny panties. Alice's face is a picture of blissful oblivion, her cheeks flushed and her body limp with satisfaction. The dried trails of Kady's love juices trickle down her inner thighs, showing off the passionate playtime they've just shared.
Her phone buzzes with the anticipated notification: a new job. A thrill of excitement runs through Kady's body as she reads the details. Her heart thumps a little faster, her cock twitching slightly at the thought of the night ahead. The thrill of the hunt, the sweetness of the victory, the humiliation she's about to bestow... it's all part of the job, and she's damn good at it. But there's also the hidden appeal deep down that maybe, just maybe tonight was the night she would get a taste of the humiliation herself, that her target would put her in her place like a bitch.
With a smirk, Kady strides over to her walk-in closet, her mind racing with scenarios of the evening. She runs her fingers over the rows of outfits, each one telling a story of past conquests and shattered dignities. But tonight, she's going for something extra. With deliberate intent, she selects a pair of black combat boots. They weren't the best for stealth but after an incident with rose bushes she wasn't taking any chances. Her eyes land on a pleated black skirt that she hadn't worn in a while, pulling them on. No safety shorts for her tonight; she wants the thrill of exposure, the danger of getting caught with her own panties down.
Kady's hand lingers over her vast collection of underwear. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she chooses a pair of sparkly pink granny panties with unicorns and rainbows galore. The words 'WEDGIE PRINCESS' are emblazoned across the butt in glittery script, and she can't help but imagine just how embarrassing it would be for someone to pull them up her ass. She feels herself getting hard as she imagines getting her panties wedgied for hours, then finally cumming when they rip. Slipping them on, she adjusts the waistband so it sticks out around the skirt like a belt of humiliation, begging someone to come and give her a wedgie. She looks at herself in the mirror, her dark eyes dancing with excitement. The skirt is short enough to give a peek of the panties when she bends over, and she knows that the sight of her own humiliating underwear will be a delicious tease.
The final touch is a sexy black sports bra that leaves her midriff bare. Her abs are tight, a testament to her physical prowess, but their primary role was to make her panties as visible as possible. She takes a deep breath, her ample breasts straining against the fabric, and her cock swells slightly as she makes sure her name on the waistband is visible.
"Ready for action, baby," she whispers to her reflection, doing a sexy pose and giving her cock a gentle squeeze. It responds eagerly, already anticipating the potential for fun. She kisses her sleeping girlfriends as she heads out into the night with her gear, her heart racing with excitement.
Kady arrives at her target's house, the moon casting eerie shadows across the well-kept lawn.
Her nimble fingers dance over the lock like a pianist playing a sonnet of seduction. It clicks open, and she slips inside. The house is quiet, save for the occasional creak of the floorboards that echoes through the empty halls.
What happens next?