The Fashion Show Trilogy (BOOK 3 Parts 3-7 added)

[Hooked6]

Part 16
BY: HOOKED6



Finally, I saw Jim come by, stop at the button and push it thereby shutting it off. Man, I loved that guy. I was going to have to bake him some brownies or something.


A little while later April returned with several more girls from the next floor. “Check this out,” she said pointing out the Panic Button.


One of the girls pushed it and laughed. Little did she know the torture she was causing me! I got up and tried to walk over hoping to somehow break up the little party. I could barely walk. My legs were buckling with each step I took.


“HI Tracy, hey what’s wrong? You look flushed?” April asked.


‘I’mmmmm fine,” I said muttering.


“You see this?” she asked as she pushed it thus turning off my spasms.


Jim now joined the group and once again he pushed it playfully, “It’s time to panic. Management hasn’t got a clue what they are doing!” he quipped. Everyone laughed except me. This time I was on the edge and I wasn’t sure I could hold out long enough to make it back to my, “Oooooooo, aahhhhhhhhhhh, hmm, hmmm, hmmmmm hmmmmmmmmmm!” I said as I had one of my most intense orgasms of my life! My whole body was shuttering.


“TRACY!” several people said in unison. “Are you Okay? What’s wrong?”


My clit and vagina become sooo sensitive after I climax that it’s almost downright painful. I have to stop masturbating almost immediately because of that. That stupid thingy was still ON and now I was about to lose it!


“It’s, it’s my back . . . I think I pulled a muscle yesterday,” I tried to explain. “I’ll be alright.”


I clumsily turned around and tried walking back to my cubicle.


“She looks awful! She must really be suffering. Just look at how she’s walking!” April said. Her comment gave me hope that at least nobody knew what I had just done!


And so it went. Throughout the day some idiot would walk by and couldn’t resist pushing the darn thing. At last count I had climaxed at least 4 separate times. My panties and now my pantyhose were soaked.


At 1:00 o’clock I had a meeting with another important client. I had no idea how I was going to pull this off. I tried to reserve the conference room upstairs for my meeting so that I’d be out of range of that darn button. But, just my luck, it was booked.


“Mr. Jefferson!” I said looking up seeing that my one o’clock appointment was early. “Please sit down.” I pulled up a chair and hurriedly tried to conduct our business before some idiot did it to me again!


I was down to handing him our company’s proposal when it happened. I bit my lip and tried not to utter a word as he looked over the proposal. Minutes passed then more and the darn thing was still on. I was totally exhausted and found myself mentally pleading for someone – ANYONE to turn it off. I caught myself fidgeting in my chair then even worse – rocking my pelvis back and forth as if to help the little thingy along.


Mr. Peterson noticed and asked, “Nervous?”


“Um, what?”


“Are you nervous? You’re rocking back and forth.”


“Oh . . . um . . . sorry. I guess I am a little nervous.”


He went back to studying once again. I wished he’d hurry the hell up! I was ever so close to Cumming!


He silently and meticulously turned each page. I was in agony!! I tried desperately NOT to climax but subconsciously I really wanted to.


Then it happened. “Oooooooo, aahhhhhhhhhhh, hmm, hmmm, hmmmmm hmmmmmmmmmm!” I squeaked. I was having an intense orgasm right in front of my client! I was so embarrassed!


Mr. Peterson looked quite alarmed and stood up. “Are you Okay? Is something the matter?”


I was afraid he was going to call for help and I wanted to say something to dissuade him but the pulsations in my clit and vagina made that all but impossible.


“Yes . . .” I finally managed to say half out of breath. My brow was sweating and my heart racing. “I’m fine now. It’s my back. I get these awful spasms every now and then.”


“Oh, you poor child. My wife used to get those and I know she suffered immensely from them.” The vibrator was still on and now my super-sensitive privates were in pain. He must have seen the genuine anguish on my face as he then added, “You should be home in bed! I can’t believe that you are even here feeling like you do.”


“I’ll be fine in a minute. This meeting was just too important to lay out today. I really wanted to give it my best.”


“Are all the employees here so dedicated?” he asked.


Just then someone else turned off the button and a wave of relief swept over me.


“Whew!” I said not realizing it came out loud.


“Spasms over?”


“I think so. And, to answer your question I really do believe that the majority of our employees are just as dedicated.”


He looked directly into my eyes for a minute and then said, “You know, I really think you believe that. Okay Ms. Adams. Give me a pen. I’ll sign this contract right now. Any company that boasts such loyal team members will certainly take care of my company and that’s good enough for me!”


“Thank you, Mr. Peterson!” I couldn’t believe it! Another contract signed on the first pass! “I’m sure you won’t be - AAahhhhhhhhhhh!” that damned button again interrupted my speech!


“Another spasm?”


“YYyyeessssssssssss!”


“Look I’ll take this up to Old Darthwaite for you. You just sit here and relax! You deserve a break.”


“BBbbuttttttt.” I protested. I was sure that after my last cautionary meeting with our president about how it wasn’t my place to execute contracts that I was going to be in trouble. It was too late he was gone!


“Oooooooo, aahhhhhhhhhhh, hmm, hmmm, hmmmmm hmmmmmmmmmm!” another orgasm. I was drained. I couldn’t take much more of this. I was so humiliated and was sure I was going to arouse the suspicions of my coworkers.


Several painful moments passed with that thingy shaking away. Then I saw a determined Mr. Darthwaite marching towards my desk.


“Uh oh,” I whispered out loud as the shaking within me continued.


“MMmmrrrr. Dartheeeeeewaite.” I muttered.


“Tracy, I came down here myself. Mr. Peterson gave me the contract. Good work but you shouldn’t be here like this! He told me how much pain you’re in. Why don’t you take the rest of the day off?”


“Iiiii’m fine, really.” I couldn’t go home now! I was so close to finishing this. If I left early, they would think I dropped out – that I couldn’t take it. I HAD to stay.


I had never before had the courage to argue with anyone in authority but somehow, I found the courage to do just that, with the company president no less. I actually convinced him to let me stay. I had my doubts though as I was pretty sure he thought I was up to something. Man was I sick of sitting in this wet chair!


Several minutes later some angel pushed the button again and I enjoyed relief!


While all was calm, I started dialing. I had my OWN plans to make for that little bitch tomorrow.


“Hello yes,” I asked of the person on the phone. “How Much? Fifty dollars . . . and I have to pay before 5:30pm today? I’ll be there!”


Take that, bitch, I said to myself as I hung up the phone. Just wait until tomorrow!


A few minutes before quitting time I got up and made my way to the restroom. Shortly thereafter Karen and Lisa sauntered in.


“I didn’t think you’d make it,” Lisa said smugly.


“Piece of cake.”


“How many times did you manage it?” Lisa asked coyly.


“EIGHT, if you must know.”


“I don’t believe you still have it in. Let’s see, shall we?”


I eagerly slid my pantyhose and panties down to my knees. To my mortal humiliation the egg thingy just plopped out on its own and, still glistening with my moisture, rolled around on the floor causing both girls to laugh hysterically.


Karen then embarrassed me further by inspecting the inside of my panties. “Yep, totally soaked. I think she fulfilled the test requirements.”


Lisa looked terribly disappointed.


“Tomorrow I’ll be picking you up at 9 o’clock.” I instructed. “I want you to wear that faux fur coat you are always flaunting. The coat and NOTHING else.”


“A coat? It’ll be like 90 degrees tomorrow. Just what are you up to anyway?”


“Never you mind. All you need to know is that Karen approved my plan.”


Lisa looked over as Karen nodded her head in agreement.


“Just you be ready. Tomorrow your ass is mine!”


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Part 17
BY: HOOKED6



As I was leaving the office for the day I once again ran into Mr. Darthwaite. “Good, you’re finally doing the sensible thing and going home.”


“Yes, sir”


“I just want to thank you again for all your hard work these last few weeks. Why the two contracts alone are worth millions to the company. This probably isn’t the time to tell you this with your back bothering you and all but I’ve decided to promote you to the level of Account Executive. In fact, the first two accounts you’ll be responsible for are those of Mr. Benson and Mr. Peterson. I believe it only fair to assign these new accounts to you as they both think very highly of you personally as well as your work. Nothing like keeping the client happy you know.”


“WHY, THANK YOU!” I exclaimed with glee. “But you said Account Executive. I think you meant to say ASSISTANT Account Executive, didn’t you? That’s the position Karen is supposed to be making a recommendation for isn’t it between Lisa and I?”


“No, I said Account Executive and that’s what I meant. And why in the world would I have Karen Parker making recommendations about anything?! She’s just a secretary.” He said rather gruffly.


So, Karen made all this up, I thought?!! There wasn’t really a job opening that I was competing with Lisa over after all? She was just doing this to humiliate me! Come to think of it, even though I was recently so focused on Lisa, it was Karen who first set me up at the Fashion Show! Why that manipulating little bitch. I’ll bet Lisa was in on this with her from the beginning. She HAD to be. But why would Lisa let me humiliate her at the museum if she wasn’t competing for a job? Then it hit me. Karen must have something on Lisa that enables her to dominate her that way OR Lisa is just the submissive type and really is into pleasing Karen. That made sense as I hate to admit it but Lisa WAS very good when she went down on me at the sorority party. Either way it was just plain sick!


“Oh, my mistake. You know how the rumor mill is,” I said nervously. “I’m very grateful for the opportunity. I’ll work really hard to make you proud of me.”


“Oh, I’m already proud, Tracy. I’m sure you’ll do fine. I’ll arrange to have your things moved up to your new office on the Executive floor on Monday.”


“You mean I’ll get an office?” I asked naively.


He just laughed at me and nodded his head. “So, is there anything I can do for you because of your back?” he asked with sincerity.


“Well, as a matter of fact there is, if it’s not too much trouble.”


“Just name it. If I can do it, I’d be happy to.” He replied.


“Well, I am involved in a little project downtown tomorrow and, since I’m not feeling well, I wonder . . . could you ask Karen to help me? I’d just hate letting people down you understand. With Karen’s help I’m sure things would be a lot easier.”


“Another community service project? Sure, I’d be glad to help. In fact, I’ll tell Karen that I expect her to place herself at your disposal.”


“Great. Ask her to meet me downtown at the corner of Main and Third Street at 10 o’clock.” I said as I shook his hand one last time. “And thanks ever so much for the promotion.”


“You EARNED it my dear, you EARNED it.”


Little did he know just how hard it was for me to EARN that promotion. Now the cat is out of the bag and it’s MY turn to have a little fun!


The next day I awoke early and put the finishing touches on my plan. The scope of my project had gotten larger now that it included Karen too! I just managed to get everything done in time.


By nine o’clock I was pulling into the driveway of Lisa’s town home just as I planned. When she opened the door, she was wearing the faux fur coat that I asked her to wear. “Open it up,” I instructed. “I want to see if you are wearing anything else?”


She reluctantly opened the coat and to my delight she was indeed naked. We’ll all except for a necklace and a wristwatch. “Remove your jewelry too. You won’t need those.” I wanted her as naked as I could get her if only to reinforce her vulnerability.


“Satisfied?” she asked a bit put out.


“Yep, we can go now.”


As we drove along Lisa sat quietly. She began to fidget a little as we reached downtown and were driving among all the people. Saturdays were always busy. People came in town to shop and eat or listen to music in the various parks. The city was always so vibrant on weekends during the summer. This was going to be perfect!


“Where are you taking me?” she finally asked nervously.


“We’re almost there,” I replied keeping her in suspense.


I parked in a downtown garage and had Lisa follow me out into the street until we reached the corner of Main and Third. I chose this location because it was a major thoroughfare with large shopping complexes on both sides of the street. Foot traffic was at its greatest at this location.


I looked at my watch and it was now precisely ten o’clock. I looked around in the hope that Karen would soon be arriving.


“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s get on to our destination.” Lisa said impatiently.


“Oh, we ARE at our destination. I’m just waiting for . . . Oh there she is.” I remarked as I spied Karen walking towards us.


“So, what’s going on?” Karen asked obviously having no clue. “I thought you were going to have Lisa do your plan today. Instead, Mr. Darthwaite informed me you were working on some kind of project for him and that I was supposed to, how did he put it, place myself at your disposal.”


“I’m going to do both actually.” I said smugly “And thank you for helping me.” I opened the large bag I was carrying and started organizing my things.


I moved next to the wall of Lacy’s department store and the two girls followed me. “Okay, Lisa it’s time for you to get undressed. May I have the coat please?”


“WHAT?!! HERE on the SIDEWALK?! You’re out of your fricken mind! I’ll get arrested!” Lisa protested.


“No, you won’t I promise. Now, may I have the coat please?” Lisa looked at Karen who just shrugged her shoulders. After a few tense moments Lisa finally submitted and gave me the coat. She immediately covered herself with her arms and bent her body forward with her butt against the wall to hide as much as possible. Passersby all stared but no one intervened.


I just stood there relishing the moment and prolonging her agony before I continued. “Turn around,” I instructed and she immediately complied revealing her naked ass toward the street. She had the cutest little butt and her skin was so soft and smooth I just had to take a moment to admire it. I took out a paintbrush and opened a jar of black body paint. Karen just smiled. I proceeded to dip the brush in the paint.


“What’s going on? What are you doing?” Lisa asked anxiously.


“Just hold still,” I demanded. I then painted on her back in large black letters: “STOP ANIMAL CRUELTY!”


“Turn around and place your arms at your sides,” I said and Lisa reluctantly complied. Her nipples were quite erect from the cool outdoor breeze and her aureoles were wrinkled to the max. Lisa hadn’t been able to see what I had done on her back. She was just aware of a wet sensation as if I was applying something to her skin. She now saw for the first time the paint brush and paint. On her front I painted the words, “SAY NO TO FURS!” The word FUR was in large letters just barely above her manicured little bush, which I thought was totally appropriate as it drew any observer’s attention right to her kitty.


“Tracy you’re out of your mind! I’ll get arrested! I can’t stand out here like this?”


“SURE, you can. This is a peaceful protest against the cruel treatment of animals. It’s a legitimate cause. I already checked it out.”


Karen just stood there laughing as she realized what I was up to. Lisa looked at her and then lowered her eyes. Ah HA! I was right. Lisa is truly a submissive and Karen was her Mistress or something.


I pulled Lisa out to the middle of the sidewalk almost to the edge so that she would be visible from all corners of the intersection. I then told her to stand with her hands at her side and not to say a word. “Just be like those soldiers at Buckingham Palace. You’ve seen how they stand there ignoring the goings on around them. That’s how I want you to be – seen and not heard!”


“How long do I have to do this?” She asked meekly obviously resigning herself to her fate.


“Well let’s see. You kept that darned vibrating thingy in me for EIGHT full hours! I think it’s only fair that you do your test for the same amount of time!”


“I have to stand here on this sidewalk NAKED for EIGHT HOURS?!”


“Well, it IS only fair,” Karen said clearly enjoying watching her sub being publicly humiliated. Lisa hearing her mistress express her agreement with my arrangement acquiesced to my demands.


People were walking by, many stopping to look at her. Some laughed, others agreed with her position, still others leered at her with lust in their hearts. To make this look more appropriate I put Lisa’s faux fur coat on the ground next to her feet and placed a small sign on it that said: “DON’T KILL FOR THIS!”


I must say nudity is an effective way to spread your message if you have a cause that you strongly believe in.


Karen was giggling at how pathetic Lisa looked. “You really are pitiful,” she said rubbing it in by demeaning her friend.


“Karen,” I said turning my attention to her. “Now for Mr. Darthwaite’s project.”


“Oh, right. I think I understand. You want me to do whatever that job is FOR YOU so you can keep an eye on Lisa here.”


“No, actually I want you to take off YOUR clothes and join your friend her in this protest” I gave her the wickedest grin I could manage and she knew it too.


“Like hell I will.”


“Let me explain this to you. Mr. Darthwaite said you were to place yourself at my disposal did he not?”


“Yes but . . .”


“You see he and I had a long conversation yesterday and you know what I found out? That he NEVER asked you to make a recommendation for the job of Assistant Account Executive. In fact, he said he’d never asked you to make a recommendation on ANYTHING! There was NEVER a job that Lisa and I were competing for. You made that all up!”


Karen’s face turned red. She was busted and she knew it.


“You didn’t . . .”


“No, I didn’t tell him what you did, but I WILL if you don’t get a move on. You see, yesterday he really DID promote me all the way up to Account Executive. I start on Monday so I’ll be in a position of authority then, so you had better take me seriously. Now, unless you want me to make things go very badly for you, give me your clothes.”


“If I do, do you promise not to tell?” she asked meekly.


“No, I don’t promise. You’ll just have to wait and find out. But if you don’t do as I ask, I will CERTAINLY tell everything I know. Probably won’t go over very well that you intentionally and repeatedly humiliated a future corporate officer. Now, if you’re through whining, can I have your clothes?”

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Part 18
BY: HOOKED6



Karen looked at me. I could tell she was ever so humiliated at being ordered around – especially in front of her submissive, Lisa. Karen was used to GIVING orders not TAKING them. I couldn’t have asked for a better retribution than this. It hit her right where it hurt – her pride!


She slowly started unbuttoning her blouse and then handed it to me after she was through. The sight of another female stripping on the sidewalk made a crowd stop and watch. As she stood in her sheer pink bra, she undid the button on her jeans and proceeded to lower the zipper. The anticipation among the crowd was palpable. All eyes were glued to Karen. She struggled a bit to get the jeans off her legs as they were tight fitting. She managed eventually to hand them over to me. She then looked at me as she stood in her bra and panties, I’m guessing in the hope of a last-minute reprieve.


Realizing that I wasn’t going to change my mind, she undid the clasp on her bra and took it off.


“Well, I’ll be . . . a PADDED bra!” I chided her. “Your boobs are smaller than mine! And you gave me such a hard time at the Fashion Show.” Everyone standing around laughed adding to her shame.


She quickly pulled off her panties and gave them to me. I put them in a pile on the sidewalk like a bunch of discarded trash – placing her bra and panties on top of course in plain sight of the crowd. Karen was really pretty and unlike me, she was shaved bare. Her labia extended high up the front of her pelvis where an obvious clitoral bud protruded like a pink pencil eraser, which seemed to grow larger with each passing moment. It was quite eye-catching to be sure and what’s worse was that Karen knew it too! I painted the same words on Karen’s body as I had done on Lisa’s. When I was through, I informed her that I expected her to spend EIGHT full hours like that as well. Her mouth dropped open hearing that and Lisa snickered out loud! I guess she too was enjoying the sight of her mistress being shamed.


I did feel a little bad for her though as she was on her period and everyone walking by knew it too as Karen wasn’t one to cut the string on her tampon. It looked silly dangling down between her legs.


I was enjoying every minute of it. Just to keep things interesting I would shout out occasionally about animal cruelty and I usually got some sort of reaction. Often, I ended up inviting the wrath of some persnickety old lady who obviously relished her furs.


“Look at you! You’re acting like trailer trash standing there all slutty- looking. Why don’t you all get a job!” one lady heckled. Others made fun of her comments showing support for our cause – and the nudity!


In between times I would make it a point to purposely walk around my two naked subjects looking over every inch of their bodies. I did this for two reasons – one because I wanted to embarrass them with my newly obtained power over them and two, because I really enjoyed looking at their naked bits!


A little later as I was standing by observing the reactions of the crowd, a teenager came up, grabbed the pile of Karen’s clothes and took off running with them laughing as he disappeared out of sight!



“STOP HIM!” Karen shouted, but no one made a move. They were all too busy laughing.


“How am I going to get home?!” Karen asked in a panic.


“Same way you got here, I guess.”


“But I walked SEVEN BLOCKS to find this corner!” she lamented.


Giggling profusely, I retorted, “Oh well, next time pay for parking at a garage close by. It will save you a lot of trouble. Your trip home should really be interesting.”


Lisa was the first to get obviously aroused. I saw a shiny film coating the inside of her legs. I could tell she was terribly embarrassed about it too. Then things started to get interesting.


“TRACY!” Karen whispered in a panic trying to attract my attention.

“What?”


“It’s a cop! He’s coming right towards us! I don’t want to go to jail!” she said nervously.


Sure enough, a uniformed officer was marching in our direction and he didn’t look happy.


“Don’t worry,” I said confidently. “I’ll handle this.”


What’s going on here! You people better put on some clothes and I mean NOW!” he said with authority. Lisa jumped at his instruction and reached for her coat.


“Don’t you move! You both stay right where you are!” I said to Lisa and Karen with equal authority.


“Officer, this is a legal protest and we are within our rights to protest like this.”


“OH YEAH, naked on the city streets? I don’t think so.” He said looking me square in the eye.


With equal determination I replied, “Yeah, naked on the city streets. Nudity is not a crime you know. Besides I have a permit issued by the city clerk, paid for and recorded as of yesterday.” I reached into my bag and produced the protest permit. Karen’s eyes were huge. I don’t think she actually believed I had the guts to stand up to authority like I just had done nor did she think I actually had a permit.


As the officer was looking it over, I took the liberty of pointing a few things out just to avoid any misunderstanding. “See, the permit is issued for a peaceful NUDE protest against animal cruelty at this exact location. The required fee has been paid and here is the official seal of the city right here issued by the city clerk’s office.”


“Well . . . it seems in order,” he said looking up at me. He then smiled and scrutinized the two naked girls who both blushed at having someone of such authority checking out their nude bodies. This went on for several long moments.


“So, I guess we can continue with our protest, right?” I pressed just to be sure my fun wasn’t going to end prematurely.


“No, I don’t think so,” he said looking back at me.


“WHY? What do you mean you don’t think so?”


He smiled from ear to ear and said, “Did you bother to read the standard language on the BACK of the permit?”


“HUH? What language?”


“Right here,” he said flipping it over. He proceeded to quote from the form, “Recognized protests covered under this permit will consist of not less than THREE or no more than FIFTY participants. Larger groups must apply under section 502(b) of the city code annotated.”


I was shocked.


“Well miss,” he continued, “Unless I’m mistaken, I only count TWO nude participants. And that, sweetie, constitutes disorderly conduct NOT a recognizable protest under present city ordinance.”


After all my hard work there was no way that I was going to lose out on some technicality. The two girls had only been standing naked in public for an hour! I wanted them to endure EIGHT hours of this.


I thought for a second and decided on a plan of action. I have always been able to think quickly under fire and balance the benefits and disadvantages of a particular situation and coming to the best possible decision. This time was no exception.


“You’re mistaken, officer. I count THREE nude participants.” I said as I took off my shirt and tossed it to the crowd. In a few moments I was naked and joined the girls completing the official requirements of the city code for a recognizable protest.


He smiled and looked me over as lewdly as he had done to the other girls. “Sorry, I guess I counted wrong,” he said as he tipped his hat. “Have a nice day, ladies. I’ll just hang around and make sure no problems arise.”


“Sure officer. That would be very nice,” I said politely.


So, there we were, three young nude women in the middle of a crowded downtown for the next SEVEN hours. There was no telling how many people were going to see us that day. I found myself laughing as I realized that we offered something for everyone – me with my full bush, Lisa with her small manicured hair and the totally bare Karen!


“Tracy, have you lost your mind?” Karen asked me totally bewildered.


“No. There was no way you guys were going to get a break. I rather see you humiliated for the full eight hours than to quit on a technicality!”


“Yeah, but now YOU’RE having to endure it too. That’s stupid. Why punish yourself just to get back at us?”


“Punish myself? You’ve got it all wrong. It is worth it just to see you suffer. True, I’m terrified standing here and will probably never get used to it, but I do what I have to do to get what I want. It works most of the time and, I got a new job to boot!”


THE END the Fashion show - Book One.

Stay Tuned for the Fashion Show Book TWO - Tracy's Decision which picks up where this book leaves off. I will start posting shortly if there is interest.


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[underdog_13]

This is a great story. Thanks for republishing it and allowing us to reread it again. Looking forward to parts 2 and 3.

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Tracy’s Decision - Book 2
BY: Hooked6

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The following Monday I was overwhelmed with the details of my new job. I was moved quite ceremoniously into a large wood paneled office on the Executive Floor of our building. Though it wasn’t as ornate as many of the corporate officer’s suites as I was farther down the rung on the management organizational chart, it was certainly a huge leap from my little cubicle that I came from.


I must admit I felt a little guilty as I was after all fairly new to the company and only recently out of school.


Despite all the confusion happening in my life that day, I couldn’t resist checking on Karen. I made my way down to her floor and found her busily working away in her office. The expression on her face turned to one of anger at seeing me.


“So, how’d your trip home go?” I asked with a giggle. “As I recall some teenage kid stole your clothes at the protest.”


“You know very well how my trip home went,” Karen said flippantly. “I had to walk down the city sidewalks for seven blocks completely NAKED wearing that stupid paint thanks to you! I was heckled and leered at and once, just before entering my parking garage, a group of boys gathered around me and wouldn’t let me pass until they all copped a feel – THAT’S how my trip home went! It was humiliating.”


I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry,” I said feigning sincerity. “That must have really been awful for you.” Deep down inside, though, I truly relished her ordeal.


“Yeah, I can see how broken up you are about it,” she snapped sarcastically.


“Well, it was your own fault. YOU were the one that set me up. It was YOU who first humiliated ME at the Fashion Show! As far as I’m concerned you only got what you deserved.”


Karen continued to work with her papers trying her best to ignore me as if my cajoling wasn’t bothering her. “All I can say,” she said finally looking up, “is that you won’t have to worry about it anymore Miss Big Wig, Fancy Dress Executive. WE won’t be moving in the same circles from now on. Why don’t you just get back up to the rarified air of the Executive Suite and leave me alone. I’ve got work to do.”


It was no fun kicking someone when they were down so I decided to make a graceful exit. Her attitude confirmed that my little revenge indeed had an effect on her and THAT was what I really wanted to know.


Over the next few weeks, I never worked so hard in my life. All the expectations from people in authority kept me on my toes and the workload just keeping my two clients happy was overwhelming. Yet despite all the trappings of success – my office, my title, my own parking space in the garage, I felt as though I wasn’t doing a very good job.


The friendly Mr. Darthwaite now seemed more distant and standoffish. He was a difficult man to approach now unlike before when I could chat with him in the hallway about anything and it seemed alright.


Mr. Benson became more nitpicking about the most trivial things pertaining to his account. It was almost as though I couldn’t make him happy if my life depended on it.


I guess what I was beginning to realize was that working here wasn’t as much “fun” anymore. I couldn’t put my finger on it but something was missing in my life. And then there was that nagging feeling in the back of my mind that would surface now and then that I really wasn’t cut out for the job and I only got it because of Karen and Lisa! I tried to put that idea out of my head as fast as possible. I was a PROFESSIONAL, I told myself. I EARNED this job. But somehow, I couldn’t help but wonder. Maybe this was what life as an Account Representative was REALLY like.


Lisa and Karen, in fact all my old friends, seemed to have dropped off the face of the Earth.


After a couple of months, I meandered down to my old floor just to, I don’t know, see them once again. I found Karen, Lisa, April and Jim all laughing and carrying on. Of course, they immediately stopped as soon as they saw me – out of guilt that they weren’t working or perhaps out of spite as word might have leaked out about what I had done to the girls. I made some pretense for being there and quietly left. As I walked out, I heard them all laughing again.


I decided to throw myself into my work. That always worked in the past whenever I was feeling low. I had a new client to make a proposal to. I was my first new client as Account Rep. I did a tremendous amount of work on his proposal – more than I had ever done for any other client. I was proud of the finished product.


When the day of the meeting arrived with Mr. Goddard of Micro-Tech Systems, I was as ready as I ever had been. Needless to say, he was less than enthused. No contract signing on the first pass THIS time, I lamented. Still, he was on the hook and we agreed to meet further. After 5 more meetings strung out over a couple of months, we were still negotiating and I was afraid I was going to lose him.


It was during one of these low periods that I decided just to stop and think about things. Perhaps that little voice was right. Maybe using my sex, even if it was unintentional did actually play a part in my success. I hated to admit it but it seemed the only explanation. Perhaps if I unbuttoned a few more buttons during my next meeting and maybe if I wore a shorter skirt I could recapture some of my appeal to the clients and Mr. Darthwaite.


Try as I might I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. It made me feel cheap somehow not to mention how awkward I felt – and I only unbuttoned a button or two! Alas, I needed someone to force me to do this.


I know, you’re thinking that I told Karen at the protest that I loved stuff like this and that I had discovered a new side of me. Well, I lied. I only said that as a means to an end – to prolong her humiliation. There was no way I was going to let her think I was as humiliated as they were as we all stood there for seven hours. I knew they hated it and I wanted them to think I was enjoying it to rub it in! It worked too. But now, I just didn’t know.


Faced with the unalterable fact that there was a certain chemistry that mysteriously combined among the three of us to bring together circumstances that worked in my favor, I had to reach out to the very person I had crushed. This wasn’t going to be easy.


One Friday evening, when most of the staff had long since left, I noticed Karen was still working away. It was now or never, I thought. I made my way to her office and stood there silently for a minute trying to get up the nerve to speak, not to mention trying to think of what to say.


“Ahem,” I said clearing my throat, “Ah, Karen, can we talk?”


Karen was startled a bit as she hadn’t been aware of my presence. She probably wasn’t expecting anyone else to be around due to the lateness of the hour. “Well, look who’s here,” she said glibly. “Come down to see how the real worker-bees are doing?”


“Look, I don’t blame you for being upset with me . . .”


“UPSET? I’m not upset.” She said directly. “Now, is there something I can do for you?” She brushed her hair away from her eyes and gave me a cold, icy stare. So far this wasn’t going very well, I thought.


“Well, as a matter of fact there is something I need your help with, yes . . .”


“Need a report right away? How about I work some overtime to make you look good? I’m used to that by now, you know.” The anger in Karen’s voice was readily apparent. It had been three months and she STILL hadn’t gotten over it.


I shut her door and swallowed my pride and began relating to her my situation. When she realized where I was heading, she cut me off laughing hysterically!


“Oh, this is rich! Now you’re crawling to me for help!!!” She swiveled her chair around in a circle as she continued to laugh almost uncontrollably. I didn’t know what to make of all this and began to think I had made a SERIOUS mistake. I mean, I wasn’t “crawling” to her for help. I just, you know, wondered if we could let bygones be bygones.


Karen then suddenly stood up and had the look of the devil himself in her eyes. “What’s in it for me?” she asked pointedly as she stood there with both arms on her desk and her lips pursed together expecting some immediate answer.


Now it was my turn to laugh, albeit nervously. “What do you mean?”


“Look sister, if I help someone, I’m going to want something substantial in return – especially if that someone is YOU! You really make my skin crawl you know that? You put me through hell on that sidewalk and when I think of those boys squeezing my boobs and touching my . . . well just use your imagination, like I was some nightclub stripper I get sick to my stomach. IF, and I mean IF, I decide to help you I’m going to want something pretty darn important in return.” I could tell she was serious and I feared the worst.


“What, um, what do you want? I mean, um, what were you thinking?” I said tripping over my words. I was never any good at confronting authority figures. Only twice in my life had I ever managed it and one of them happened to be with that policeman the day of the protest. Karen seemed to exude power now and candidly I was a bit afraid of this sudden change in her personality. Before, she always seemed to me to be a conniving, manipulative person - not someone who could lead a platoon of marines into battle.


“For starters,” she continued, “I want a quarter of what you earn here. I figure you wouldn’t have that job if I hadn’t helped you so at LEAST that much is rightfully mine. We’ll call it a token of your appreciation for my services.”


“Okay, I can do that,” I said with relief. I figured that in my new job I was making a whole lot more than what I had been so even giving up a quarter of my salary was still worth it to me.”


“And,” she said firmly with a long pregnant pause.


“AND?” I repeated nervously not expecting there to be more.


“And I want, not only your body to do with as I please, but your total commitment to doing EVERYTHING I ask without fail no matter how silly it may seem WHENEVER I tell you to do it.”


My eyes got huge and my heart began to beat faster. There was no way I would go along with her demands. What an idiot!


As a defense mechanism I just laughed in her face. “Yeah, right,” I replied, “In your dreams.”


“Suit yourself,” she said as she sat down and returned to her papers. “I’ll be leaving work in an hour. I’ll give you until then to make up your mind. If you do change your mind and want my help, I had better see you leaving this office in just your bra and panties. And I don’t mean out the back stairwell either. I mean out the main front exit. Otherwise, I’m not speaking to you again about this subject – ever.”


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[Hooked6]

Part 2
BY: HOOKED6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)



I left Karen’s office. Originally, I had intended on going directly home. Now I had an hour to make a decision that would ultimately have far reaching consequences no matter what I decided.


I was truly facing a dilemma. On one hand I wanted Karen’s help. I was sure that the chemistry and conflict between us would bring out the best in me as I tend to excel when I’m under pressure. On the other hand, the price was incredibly high. I couldn’t place myself in a submissive role to that . . . that female! I was way too competitive. Besides once I started and committed to her, there was no way I could see of ever stopping. I debated back and forth for quite some time all the while welling up with resolve and determination.


I had already experienced how creative she could be and if Lisa was any example I also understood what she expected of those doing her bidding.


Nope. I wasn’t going to do it! My pride stepped up to the plate and was winning out over my other emotions. I had the talent. I could manage to make a success of myself without her help. I couldn’t believe how stupid I was to have gone down there in the first place. What was I thinking? I’m not humbling myself to anyone - let alone her, I said as I took off my blouse. I’ll show her. I’m a professional after all. I don’t need to be dictated to like a small child just to accomplish my business goals, I thought as I placed my skirt on top of my desk. What nerve that bitch had thinking that she could make me do things to humiliate myself I mumbled emotionally as I began to slide my pantyhose off and roll them up neatly to avoid a run. Nope I wasn’t going to let anyone trample over me like some kind of door mat.


I shut the light off to my office and boldly walked out to the elevator in just my bra and panties. In fact, I mentally noted, I hope I run into her on my way out so that I can give her a piece of my mind!


I marched myself right out the main entrance so filled with emotion that I didn’t even look around.


Karen was parked in front of the building as if she was waiting to see what I was going to do. PERFECT, I said to myself, now I can tell her to go to hell!


She rolled down her window and leaned over to the passenger side of her vehicle. “I see you’ve decided to let me HELP you?” Karen said with a smile from ear to ear.


“Yes . . . I’ve decided to accept your terms.” I explained as I lowered my head – not as a sign of submission you understand, but because I was so embarrassed over what I had agreed to.


“Good,” she said kindly, “Get in.”


“But . . . What about my car?” and more importantly - my clothes I also thought to myself.


“You won’t need your car OR your clothes this weekend. I’ll take you wherever you need to go and I promise to bring you back here on Monday just as I found you.”


I knew what she meant – she was going to return me to the office on Monday wearing just my underwear! Despite that, I got in and shut the door. A tingle ran up my spine as I was now truly at her mercy, not to mention that I felt very vulnerable wearing so little.


“Let’s get something straight right now,” she finally said as we drove along. “I’m not one of those sadist-types who like making other people suffer untold pain. I’m more of a power freak. It amuses me to know I can make people act on the merest whim or fancy. I do this for entertainment. So, you can relax as I don’t own a chain saw.”


Somehow her telling me that didn’t really make me feel any less threatened.


“I also believe that those who do my bidding do so because they truly want to – not because they are forced. I work hard to cultivate loyalty as you’ll soon discover for yourself. You just do what I ask when I ask it without protest or hesitation and I think you’ll find that this will be a most satisfying relationship.” She explained. “I take it you can do that?”


“Um . . . I think so.”


“I’m not saying that this will be easy. I can be a pretty controlling person. But stay in it for the long haul and you’ll be surprised. That’s all I’m asking, stay in for the long haul – well that and a quarter of your salary,” she said laughing.


As she was driving, she rummaged through her purse. She pulled out a pair of scissors and handed them to me. “Let’s play a game. See that traffic light a couple of blocks ahead of us?”


“Yes.”


“If it turns red before we get there and I have to stop, I want you to take off your bra and cut it into little pieces.” She then looked at me to see my reaction.


I tried not to show emotion though I was scared to death. This was a side of her that until now I didn’t know existed, a side I assumed made up a great part of Lisa’s world – a world that I now shared.


“Okay,” I said as if it didn’t matter one way or another. I found myself silently rooting “please stay green! Don’t turn red, oh please don’t turn red!” The tension was overpowering. Karen kept a constant speed while driving. She wasn’t going to influence the outcome one way or another by speeding up or slowing down.


“Cool, isn’t it? The uncertainty of it all.” She remarked as we approached the intersection and the light was still green! “Darn! Better luck next time.” She giggled while looking at me.


I breathed a sigh of relief. This woman was CRAZY! I held onto the scissors not knowing quite what to do with them and I certainly didn’t want to give her any ideas by giving them back to her.


“I’m proud of you. You did well.”


“Thank you,” I said politely. At least she wasn’t insisting that I call her mistress or something equally demeaning. Of course it was still early. Man, I hope she doesn’t make me do that.


We drove along downtown for a while. I had no idea where she was going so I sat there in silence. I was surprised when she pushed a button on her door that suddenly rolled down the passenger side window. She looked at me with one of those spontaneous smiles and said, “The next traffic light we have to stop at, I want you to pull down your panties and moon your naked butt to whoever is next to us and hold your pose until the light turns green again.”


Not wanting to show weakness in case she was testing me I quickly answered, “Okay.”


It wasn’t long and I saw a traffic light turn red just up ahead. A soon as we stopped Karen looked over at me.


“But there’s no car next to us,” I said.


“Do it anyway. Someone might see you from one of those buildings, you never know.”


I lifted myself off the car seat and quickly slid my panties down to mid-thigh, got up on my knees and stuck my butt out the window. All told it took only a few seconds to accomplish. Karen was giggling as she was looking in her rear-view mirror. Then I heard the sound of a car pulling up next to us. I couldn’t see who was in the car or how many. I just heard laughter – then I realized it was FEMALE laughter.

“You GO girl!” I heard one of them say along with a couple of “Whoo-hoo’s” from the others.


The light seemed to take an eternity to change as I just sat there with my derriere on display. Then I heard another car horn honk scaring me half to death. It came from a car sitting behind the one next to us. I was able to see that it contained a couple of guys waving their arms frantically.


The light finally turned green and I was about to pull myself inside when Karen said, “Aw, give the guys a peek.” She sat there without moving forward as the car next to us drove away acting on the green light. Just as the second car stopped next to us, Karen started to move on as I held my position waiting for her to tell me what to do next. I could tell they were matching our speed and getting an extended close-up look at my crack.


“They like you,” Karen said playfully.


I just returned a smile and held my ass out the window. Just then I thought I detected a flash. Good gosh they took my picture! Karen suddenly turned her car to the left down a side street leaving my admirers behind. “That was great! You can climb in now.” She said chuckling. “Isn’t this fun?”


“Yeah,” I replied reluctantly, “loads of fun.”


“Aw don’t be a Gloomy Gus. It’s Friday. The weekend is here! Hey, I know,” she said as I pulled my panties back on. “Let’s celebrate our new friendship.”


I didn’t like the sound of that. We weren’t friends and I certainly wasn’t in the mood for partying. “Celebrate?”


“Yeah, hang tight sister, I need to turn around.” Without warning she did an amazing U-turn and headed back in the direction from whence we had just come. In no time she pulled into one of the self-pay surface-lots in downtown and parked the car.


“Let’s go partying at The Empty Keg,” she said as she opened the door.


I knew about the Empty Keg but had never actually been there. It was a party spot popular with the under-21 raver-type crowd. They didn’t serve alcohol so high school seniors and early college kids could party downtown without getting busted for being in a place that served alcohol.


“But I’m not dressed!” I protested. " I'm only wearing my bra and panties!"


Karen gave me a stern look that reminded me that I agreed not to balk at doing something she told me to do. She relented a little I guess as I was new at this and said, “Trust me no one will think a thing of you wearing only a bra and panties. You should see how kids dress in there. Come on it’ll be fun!”


I got out of her vehicle and started to follow her when the sudden blast from the horn of a passing car on the street made me nearly jump out of my skin! I had been spotted. It’s weird, I thought. I could stand naked in a museum or in the middle of this city and I felt less vulnerable then than I do right now! I figured that was because my nudity had some sort of explanation – it was legitimate somehow. Now I was acting like some sophomore doing a prank. There was a certain element of danger here that wasn’t present at the Fashion Show, Museum or downtown. I was as frightened as I had ever been.


I could hear the pulsating music as we approached the door. Once inside the male gatekeeper looked us over and told us that unescorted women had no cover charge. His smile made me uncomfortable. As far as he was concerned, I was naked!


Then I looked down in the darkened room and discovered that under the black lights my usual white underwear was now practically glowing brilliant, light purple. What was worse though was that my dark patch of pubic hair was clearly visible. So were my nipples! I was practically naked! No wonder he stared!


Karen took me over to the side of large room and had me watch. She was right about one thing kids here really did were all sorts of weird stuff! After several minutes of listening to deafening music, Karen then gave me that look again.


“See that dude over there with those low riders on?”


“Yeah,” I replied cautiously. “What about him?”


“I think he’s cute. I want to see what his package looks like. Go over there and pants him – but give me a minute to get around front.”


I thought Karen was crazy before, now I was sure she was insane!


“Oh, and after you do it just stand there behind him and don’t run away.” She said as she left to take up her position.


What have I done? My decision to seek Karen’s help was going to ruin my life! And . . . how was this helping exactly?!


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[Hooked6]

Part 3
BY: Hooked6



I made my way over to the dude Karen had pointed out. Since she was taking her sweet time getting into position, I felt awkward just standing there so I started to dance – if you could call it that. Of course, the guy noticed and turned to face me. I guess he figured I was coming on to him or something and that I wanted to dance with him.


Gross! He had more silver pierced throughout his body than Tiffany’s has in its display case.


I couldn’t see Karen anymore so I kept dancing with this creepy-looking guy. What on earth did she see in him, I wondered? I guess everybody has their own taste in men and he certainly wasn’t mine. And the way he was looking at me – like I was a piece of meat or something. I tried to take my mind off of that by planning how I was going to pants him. He pants seemed loose enough and I didn’t think he had on anything underneath so one swift yank should do it.


Finally, the dude turned around. I didn’t wait to see if Karen was ready as I was sure she certainly had enough time by now. I bent down, grabbed hold of his pants and swoosh, his britches were off. Of course that left his naked ass only inches from my nose!


As the music boomed on, I quickly stood up. I wanted to run but Karen had said just to wait. Man, THAT was hard.


To my surprise the guy didn’t react at all. Instead, he kept dancing as if this sort of thing happens all the time and slowly turned around facing me! My GOSH, was he hung!! My eyes nearly popped out of my head. As he moved to the music his thing waved around in the air drawing my eyes right to it and holding my gaze there as if by some unseen force. I couldn’t seem to look away! If the lights were on people would have certainly seen me blush!


His next move took me completely by surprise. He bent down and returned the favor by pantsing me!!! In one swift move my panties were down around my ankles exposing me to the now interested crowd! The ever-present pounding of the music made the whole scene surreal.


In a panic I looked around for Karen but she was nowhere to be seen. I thought about pulling my panties up but that didn’t seem like a good idea – so like a dumb blonde I kept dancing as if this was all part of some act or something. Like my nudity in the museum, I wanted some sort of legitimacy for having my panties down around my ankles. Dancing seemed like the only thing I could do. Of course, the crowd now formed a circle around us and gawked.


Naturally he took that as a sign that his bold move didn’t bother me and came closer. He gently grabbed me around the waist and twirled me several times in a circle causing my panties to fly who knows where. Now I was COMPLETELY bottomless!


He separated us and did some weird gyrations on the floor like some hip-hop star as the crowd spurred him on. I wiggled a bit myself partly to keep up the charade of dancing and partly to mingle back into the crowd as their attention was clearly focused on him now.


As hard as it was for me to tear myself away from his now wildly moving body parts, I managed to work myself behind some people and then out of the circle completely. I set off looking for Karen in earnest!


It was really embarrassing walking around that place with a bright almost neon glowing purple bra and no panties! As I worked my way through the crowd I was groped a few times. Once, someone even pinched my butt, HARD too. I immediately whirled around and saw that it was Karen!


She was giggling as she looked me. “I didn’t know you knew how to dance like that!”


“That wasn’t dancing – that was self-preservation!” I shouted above the music.


“Aw, don’t get your panties in a wad.”


“I can’t, I don’t have any!” I snapped back. Just then I saw her twirling them around her finger as she smiled at me.


“What did you think of John?” she asked me still toying with my undergarment.


So “Metal-Face” had a name. “He was certainly different,” I replied.

“And well-endowed,” Karen added. “Did you notice?”


“How could I miss it? I was afraid he was going to spear me with it! I’d much rather be tickled to death than stabbed to death,” I said making girl-talk.


Much to my surprise she actually gave me my panties back. After watching the crowd for a while she had me dance with her for one incredibly LONG song and then we left.


She took me to her place and she informed me that I was spending the night there.


“I’m sure you won’t mind if I insist you stay here tonight,” she said coyly. “I’m just not up to driving anymore this morning.”


I shuddered to think of what she had in mind for me but she simply showed me her guest room and told me to make myself comfortable. She then informed me that she was retiring and would see me in the morning.
I just looked at her with a blank stare. I was SURE she was going to try something with me.


Before she left, she added, “Tonight was just a little test, something to see if you were really serious about accepting my terms. You did well.”


“Thank you,” I said forcing the words from my throat. I HATED being manipulated by that woman and had to mentally remind myself that I was here by my own choice. It was my decision.


“As I said before, I believe in cultivating loyalty before exacting too much entertainment for myself so tomorrow I will do something just for you. Consider it a gift.” She looked at me I guess to see my reaction which was totally clueless. “Good night.” She said sweetly and left the room.


The next day I woke up late and got up and showered. I didn’t have anything to wear except my underwear so I put them back on and joined her in the kitchen.


“About time you woke up,” she said teasingly.


“Sorry. I guess I was worn out from yesterday.”


This afternoon I have a little project for you. A friend of mine needs your help on closing a deal. I volunteered you for the job.”


It figures. What ever happened to “tomorrow I’m going to do you a favor?” Some gift, I thought.

After eating a late brunch, she escorted me to her car. I wasn’t surprised that she didn’t give me anything to wear and drove off with me wearing only my under things.


We pulled up to a house with a realtor’s “For Sale” sign in the front yard.


“My friend Helen is a realtor. She desperately needs to get a contract on this house,” Karen explained. “I’m sure you know what that’s like, eh Tracy?”


Fearing the worst I just had to ask, “So how can I help? I don’t know anything about Real Estate Contracts.”


“Her client she is bringing by has never seen the house. He is going to discover you sunning yourself naked in the back yard. Just do what you do so well and I’m sure everything will work out fine.”


That’s just great, I thought, another guy seeing me naked. “I suppose he’ll want to sleep with me too,” I said sarcastically.

“Haven’t a clue,” she said as if it didn’t matter to her one way or the other.


She took me out back and had me remove what passed as my clothes.


“I’ll keep these for the time being. You just make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back shortly.”


“You’re leaving me here?!”


“You’ll be fine. Have fun and remember things always work out for the best.” With that she was gone.


I wondered around the house checking things out. It was a nice place and had a lot of amenities. Someday I wouldn’t mind owning a place like this. Then I heard the sound of a car door slamming. “THEY’RE HERE!” I thought.


I quickly jumped into high gear and ran out to the backyard. I was supposed to be sunning myself. I decided it was too embarrassing to be seen laying on my back so I flipped over and laid on my belly. After all, she didn’t say I HOW I had to lay.


I nervously kept my position on the chase lounge awaiting whatever was going to happen.


Finally, I heard the sliding glass door open and the sound of footsteps drawing closer. There seemed to be only one set of shoes approaching me. Maybe it was the Realtor? No, the footsteps were more masculine.


“Ah, excuse me, Miss,” I heard a voice say. “I didn’t realize that anyone was at home.”


I knew I had to turn over now as I couldn’t ignore the man as he was talking to me. I reluctantly turned over and stood up realizing that he was probably checking out every inch of my anatomy!


When I looked up, I got the shock of my life. “MR. GODDARD!” I exclaimed. There standing only a few steps away from my naked body, was my client, Mr. Goddard of Micro-Tech Systems.


“Ahem,” he said, uncomfortably clearing his throat as his eyes followed the curves of my body. “Tracy! What an unexpected surprise!” he finally said.


Of all the dumb luck! The client I had been working so hard to win over these last few months was now standing before me. I was naked in a stranger’s house without a stitch of clothing to cover myself with. How was I going to explain myself THIS time?

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[Hooked6]

Part 4
By: Hooked6



“I didn’t know you lived here,” Mr. Goddard said a bit amazed as he continued taking in my body.


Now what was I going to do? I couldn’t lie to him and say that I did. But the truth was worse – how was I going to explain sunning myself in the backyard of a house whose owners I didn’t even know the names of?


“I . . . um . . . I don’t live here actually, Mr. Goddard. A friend of mine actually arranged for me to use the place today. I didn’t realize anyone would be coming over.” What a lame excuse, I thought. I didn’t even believe it myself. I kept expecting that Realtor lady, Helen, to poke her head out the door any minute and really stir things up.


Mt. Goddard just smiled at me. Actually, he probably didn’t hear a word that I said as he was much too occupied looking at me. I might as well have recited the Preamble of the Constitution. He wouldn’t have noticed the difference. “Mr. Goddard?” I called out apprehensively, trying to get his attention.


“Yes, nice day for working on a tan.” He said as he composed himself. “I’m sorry to have disturbed you. I had just wanted to see the house before heading out to meet some friends of mine. I wonder, do you know enough about the house to show me around? It would be a great help if you could manage it.”


Swell, now he expected me to be a tour guide. “Wouldn’t the Realtor be a little put out if I did that?” I asked hoping to let Helen earn her commission.


“What Realtor?”


“You mean an agent didn’t come with you?” I asked now totally confused.


“No, actually a friend of my secretary, Karen somebody or other, called me this morning and told me about this place and she recommended that I see it. I’m looking for a place for my daughter. I want to check out prospective houses myself BEFORE having her look at them.”


“Oh, well, that makes sense.” So, it was Karen that called him? I seemed to have underestimated her abilities.


“I’ll be glad to wait out here if you need to change.” He said politely.


Yeah, like I had clothes to actually change into! I was trapped and I didn’t want to make things worse by getting caught in a lie so I just said simply, “No that’s alright, I’d be glad to show you around. I’m sure it won’t take long and I can go back to working on my tan.” I could see by the expression on his face that he was most pleased with my answer.


I walked on ahead leading him back into the house knowing all the while he was staring at my butt. It was a good thing I was nosey before and had looked around the place otherwise I wouldn’t be able to sound convincing as I showed him around.


“This is the kitchen,” I said as I pointed out its features. “The house has three bedrooms and two baths. The master suite is on the ground floor while the other two bedrooms are upstairs. If you follow me, I’ll show you those.”


Walking up the stairs was a mistake. I was sure he was seeing parts of me that were most intimate. It was a good thing I had taken a shower earlier! It’s funny what you think of at times like these!


Mr. Goddard seemed most interested – well he was interested in at least ONE thing anyway. He did ask a lot of questions though. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to prolong the tour or if he really WAS interested in the house. In either case I politely tried to do my best and reply to all of his inquiries.


When he seemed satisfied that I had showed him everything, I led him back downstairs. Just as we made it to the bottom of the staircase the front door opened and in walked a lady and a man with two teenage boys. They were shocked at seeing me naked.


Mr. Goddard smiled, shook my hand and said, “Well, Tracy. I have to be going. Thanks for showing me around. I am definitely interested.” With that he left after politely acknowledging the new arrivals still huddled together at the front door!


The woman seemed taken aback but the man and two boys were all smiles. They didn’t even bother to avert their eyes as if they were intruding on my privacy. Then I got a terrible thought, what if these were the owners?! Oh GAWD, I’m sure they were wondering what the hell I was doing naked in THEIR house showing a strange man around!


My legs began to buckle and my throat went dry. I was mentally searching for something to say when the lady spoke up.


“Hi, I’m Helen Hughes of Action Realty. I see we’ve come at a bad time. I had hoped to show my clients the house today.”


So, THIS was the mysterious Helen the Realtor. I was so confused. I thought Karen arranged for Mr. Goddard to see the house - That HE was the one that she wanted a contract from, but now Helen is here with someone else! I tried to recall what Karen had actually said to me before leaving but I couldn’t remember and the awkward silence was reminding me that I needed to say something.


“Oh, that’s quite okay. Please come in.” I said invitingly, “I was just sunning myself in the backyard when that gentleman stopped by to see the house. You’ll have to excuse my appearance. I don’t normally go around like this.”


“That’s perfectly understandable,” the man interjected. “We don’t mind, do we boys?” both boys shook their heads as they continued to stare.


“Perhaps it would be best since you know the house if you would do the honors and show them around,” Helen said. “I’m sure you could answer their questions better than I would.”


My heart began to beat faster. Once again, I found myself a victim of circumstances. There was nothing I could do. If I declined, they would expect me to get dressed and meet with them afterward. Of course that was out of the question. I also had no idea what Helen was expecting of me or what Karen had told her prior to her arrival.


“Um, I’d be happy to show them around, if they don’t mind putting up with me,” I said nervously hoping they wouldn’t make a fuss.


“I’m sure you can be as comfortable as you wish to get. After all it’s your home and we are only guests. We would be most happy if you could give us a tour.” The older gentleman replied.


With little other choice I started showing off the house only this time to a group of people who were all fully clothed including a smartly dressed woman. The man was quite polite and did his best to maintain an appropriate disposition during the tour. His boys on the other hand were typical teenagers giggling every chance they got. If I looked at them, they tried to act all sweet and innocent but the moment my back was turned they were at it again! Once I even felt a hand brush slowly against my butt as I passed by them in the hall! One of those boys had tried to fondle my ass! Helen and the older gentleman had already gone on ahead so I’m sure they weren’t aware of what had happened. I decided not to make a scene and did my best to ignore it.


Finally, the tour came to an end and we exchanged pleasantries in the front room. Eventually they left and I collapsed on a chair! I had been on edge for the last hour as I walked around naked in front of all those people. Not only was that embarrassing but I was so aroused as a result. What I really wanted was to take care of business if you know what I mean and get some much-needed relief.


Just then I heard the door knob jiggling and thought “Oh no, not again!” The door opened at three women walked in.


“OH! EXCUSE me. I terribly sorry,” the lady opening the door said. “I didn’t think anyone was at home!”


I awkwardly stood up and not knowing what else to do extended my hand in greeting.


“Hi, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Helen Finch from Twentieth Century Realty.” She said in reply.


ANOTHER HELEN?! I was sooooo terribly confused. Of course, the familiar scenario played out and for a third time I found myself escorting these three women around the house. At first, I felt a little better since it was only a group of females but it became apparent after a short time that they were VERY uncomfortable with my nudity.


“Wouldn’t it be better if you put some clothes on?” One of them asked rather curtly. The tone of her voice got under my skin. It was as if she was implying I was some sort of tramp or something.


“Not really,” I replied and continued my little tour. I wasn’t about to let that uppity girl put me down! In fact, I did my best to flaunt my body inching closer to her as often as I could because I knew it made her uncomfortable.


“Are you some kind of nudist or something?” she finally quipped.


“No, I’m a model.” I retorted flippantly.


“NOW I know where I recognize you from,” the Realtor lady said. “You were at the charity Fashion Show! I saw you modeling the Dubois collection!”


I smiled smugly to the offended girl and remarked. “That’s right. I do a lot of community events.” My detractor suddenly seemed to have a change of heart. Sure, now that my nudity had a plausible reason it seemed to be okay with her. People can be SO judgmental.


Unfortunately for me now that my status as a model had been revealed these women weren’t going anywhere.


“Do you do a lot of nude modeling?” the other girl asked.


To my chagrin I was now hemmed in by my cover story so I had to go with the flow and play along. “Sometimes,” I explained.


“Doesn’t that bother you?”


“Well, not really. I mean there’s nothing wrong with nudity per se. The human body is really quite a thing of beauty you know.”


“Well, YOURS might be but not all bodies are something I’d want to look at,” Helen teased as the other girls laughed.


“But doesn’t the fact that people are seeing you naked get you all, you know, worked up? I mean I couldn’t do it; I’d embarrass myself for sure if you know what I mean.” The first girl remarked obviously blushing.


I don’t know why but I actually answered her by admitting that I too sometimes get a little worked up when I am working.


“I KNEW it!” she said excitedly. “Are you, you know, that way now?”


Oh crap! What have I done? I’ve created a monster! “Yes, maybe a little,” I answered honestly figuring they would only discover that fact for themselves anyway eventually.


“Oooh, this is so wonderful – actually talking with a REAL model.” She said nervously as if somehow, I was famous or something. It made me very uncomfortable. The look at the first girl’s eyes was starting to bother me too. I didn’t know what she was thinking but I had a pretty good idea!

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[Hooked6]

Part 5
BY: Hooked6




“My husband is NEVER going to believe this. Do you mind if I call him?” the first girl asked?


I was starting to panic but I couldn’t break from my cover story now as I already implied that nudity was no big deal for me so I told her to go ahead. What’s with these women anyway? I thought they just wanted to look at the house now I’m being practically enshrined by a wanna-be fan club or something.


“Honey, guess what? I’m sitting here talking to a famous nude model!” she said excitedly into the phone. “No, I’m not kidding! She’s sitting here right in front of me now completely naked . . . I AM looking at houses. I’m with the Realtor, she’s here too . . . It’s her house I guess, I don’t know . . . well come over and see for yourself if you don’t believe me!” She then closed the cell phone and practically slammed it onto the table. “Honestly, that man doesn’t ever believe a thing I say!”


“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea,” I said hesitantly.


“Oh, please don’t get dressed now. He’ll never believe me if you do and I’ll never be able to live this down!”


I just nodded my head as if I understood. The girls then got into a discussion about men in general and it wasn’t very complimentary. I just listened. In my opinion I LIKED men and I had no idea why these women had an ax to grind. Of course I’m single too which may explain part of it.


After some time of awkwardly sitting there chatting with these girls there was a knock on the door. The first girl yelled, “COME IN. IT’S OPEN!” like she owned the place. Didn’t it matter to her that I wasn’t decent?


A man walked in and froze as he saw us sitting there. He averted eyes and started to leave.

“Come on in honey, she doesn’t mind,” the first girl said obviously to her husband that she had been talking to on the phone. “See, I TOLD you I was talking with a nude model.”


“Hello,” the man said awkwardly, “Ah, pleased to meet you.” He then extended his hand to shake mine forcing me to get up exposing myself completely. I saw him swallow hard. He then turned to his wife and said, “Sorry, honey. I should know by now that you are always right.”


“Men!” the wife replied causing them all to laugh.


I had to listen while the girls explained what they had learned about me. The funny part about all this was that the man was quite uncomfortable the whole time. You’d think any man that had the opportunity to sit across from a nude woman with his wife’s permission would be thrilled. But he wasn’t. Maybe that was the problem – his wife was sitting there. He probably figured he’d be in a world of trouble if he showed the least bit of interest. Of course, he might just be one of those “shy” guys too. In any event I was beginning to enjoy his embarrassment. The wife also seemed to realize this too and kept talking about my body as if she was PURPOSELY trying to embarrass him.

When the wife suggested I show him the house, I jumped at the chance! I was quite aroused by this time after basking in the adoration of my new found fans. I made sure that when I escorted him upstairs that he got a good, PROLONGED view of my now wet vagina. I know, that was mean, but I couldn’t help myself. When we reached the top of the stairs, I saw that he was sporting an erection that pushed his pants forward. Not huge mind you but enough to be noticeable.

I gave him a brief tour and started to go back downstairs when he stopped me and asked a couple of questions. When I answered them and turned to go downstairs, he interrupted, “No please don’t go . . . I mean I have a couple of more questions.”


“Oh,” I said looking right at his crotch. He obviously wanted to wait until his bulge subsided before going back down to his wife! I just smiled at him causing him to blush and said, “I understand. Did you get a good look at the bathroom up here?” Of course, I was just stalling for time and he seemed to appreciate it.


As we finished, I put my hand on his shoulder and wouldn’t you know it? He was hard again. This time I wasn’t going to wait, I just went down the stairs without him, figuring it would be better for him to be alone.


I don’t know what he did up there but he didn’t return for quite some time. He was still flushed when he made his appearance but at least his erection was gone. Then it hit me what he MIGHT have been doing and it was MY turn to blush.


Finally, after all that the group decided to leave!


After they had gone, I found myself fingering my sensitive spots – nothing overt just teasing myself here and there. I really needed to be alone!!


Then I heard the doorknob jiggling AGAIN! Now what?! I said to myself.


It was Karen. She walked in and caught me with my fingers between my legs. I was so distracted by another apparent intrusion that I had forgotten what I had been doing. When I realized that she had noticed where my hands were I immediately – like in a nanosecond – snatched them away from my inner thighs.


“KAREN!” I said quite surprised. “Am I glad to see you!”


“Yeah, I’ll bet,” she said sarcastically. “So, how’d it go?”


“Um, good. I guess. Helen came by.”


“Good, I hope all went well.” She said plainly.


I wasn’t sure which Helen she was talking about. Was it just a coincidence that TWO Helens came by or did she set me up on purpose? I began also to wonder if she was the Karen that had called Mr. Goddard and told him to come by and check out the house. With all the name confusion, maybe THAT was just a coincidence too! I had absolutely no idea. I was so confused.


“Everything went well,” I reiterated as I stood there looking at her.


“Ready to go?”


“Yes,” I replied trying not to show any emotion. If she did set me up, I didn’t want her to know that it got to me.


“I’m starved, let’s get something to eat.” Karen said as she opened the door.


“Um, I was just wondering, do you have my underwear?


“Oops, silly me, I completely forgot about those.” She said with a wicked smile. I’ll BET she did, I said silently. Like before I decided just to play along. She wasn’t going to get the satisfaction of getting a rise out of me that’s for sure.


I walked right out to her car as boldly as I could pretend to walk. At least this wasn’t MY neighborhood and I surely wouldn’t be back any time soon. At least I HOPED that I wouldn’t.


As she started the car she said those dreaded words, “Let’s play a game.”


“Okay,” I replied anxiously.


“I call this my CAR game.”


“Car game?”


“Yes, the car game. Let’s see, it’s 8 miles to my place. If we see a Volkswagen Beetle in the next four miles we’ll go through the drive-through at the Snack-Shak and get something to eat. If we don’t see a Volkswagen Beetle in the next four miles, I’ll make us something at my house.”


“You’d take me NAKED through the Drive Through at the Snack-Shak?”


“Sure. Only college kids work there. They won’t complain.” Karen said as she backed out of the driveway.


“I’ll set my trip odometer to zero. When it reaches 4 miles the game’s over.”


I watched as she reset the device. “Oh, and just to make it interesting,” she continued “I’m going to show you that I trust you.”


“Yes?” I asked carefully. “How are you going to do that?”


She stopped the car in the quiet neighborhood street and got out. “I’m not even going to look. I’ll let you drive and I’ll close my eyes. I’m going to trust that if you DO see a Volkswagen you’ll tell me.”


“I don’t understand.”


“The roles we play won’t work unless there’s trust between us. I want you to trust me no matter what I ask you to do and I want to be able to trust you, too.” Karen explained further. “So, get in and drive. I want to show you that I trust you. It’s important to me.”


I got out of the car and changed places with her and proceeded to drive off. I was as nervous as I had ever been. My evil side said just to protect myself and lie no matter what happened. She’d never know. I looked over at her and her eyes were indeed tightly shut.


I carefully scanned the road for that model vehicle. Maybe things would work out. I mean that car isn’t that popular anymore.


There was something fiendish about her little games. Neither she nor I knew the outcome. It was all up to chance. That’s what made it so aggravating. I had no control, and neither did she!


Two miles passed and no Volkswagen. Three miles passed and still no Volkswagen. I was more nervous now than I had been when we started this game. Karen’s eyes were tightly shut. True to her word she wasn’t looking. It was bad enough to be driving naked but to have the responsibility for this “trust” thing was horrible. She KNEW what kind of person I am. Why did she have to TRUST me?!


3.9 miles only a tenth of a mile to go and . . . DAMN it all – a VOLKSWAGEN BEETLE!


Should I tell her, I asked myself?” I mean it was ONLY a TENTH of a mile! She’d never know! I had a decision to make.


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[Hooked6]

Part 6
BY: Hooked6


I slowed and eventually stopped at a traffic light. All my common sense told me just to lie. Karen was still sitting there with her eyes closed and wasn’t saying a word. She wasn’t pestering me or prying information out of me. She was placing her trust me like she said she would. Why in the world would any rational person purposely put herself through such humiliation if she didn’t have to? This decision should be an easy one!


We played this game before and it turned out that I didn’t have to cut my bra into little pieces. She wasn’t upset then. Why would she be upset if I told her that no Volkswagen passed by? Because it’s all about TRUST, stupid, said that little voice inside my head.


As I awaited the light to change, I continued this debate. That’s it, I decided. I’m just going to tell her I won the game – no car passed by THIS time. Only a fool would expose herself if she didn’t have to. I had been through enough embarrassment today. I didn’t need more!


The light changed and I started going forward. “Okay Karen, we’ve passed 4 miles.” I said confidently.


She opened her eyes and rubbed them a little. “Well?” she asked as she looked at me innocently.


“You’re not going to believe this . . . but there was a Volkswagen Beetle that passed us just a moment ago.” I couldn’t believe I was hearing those words coming out of my mouth! Why did I do that?!


Karen just smiled, “Really?”


“Yes,” I replied as I lowered my head.


“You didn’t have to tell me you know,”


“I know,”


“Then why did you?”


“I guess I wanted you to trust me.”


Karen was still smiling and said, “I’m glad. I knew my confidence in you wasn’t misplaced. Something wonderful just happened and after a while you’ll see you did the right thing. Do you know how to get to the Snack-Shak?”


“Um, yes. It’s just two blocks over on Sixth Street.”


“That’s right. Since today has been such a great day, I’ll even buy your dinner.”


I felt like a condemned person carrying the means of her own execution. I was driving and I was the one who would be closest to the drive- through window. It will look like it was MY idea. If Karen was driving maybe they would feel sorry for me and think that I was the victim of a prank or something. As a naked passenger I was just along for the ride, that I was maybe forced to flash my nudity. But THIS way I’m the guilty pervert! Oooooh, Karen was smart, too smart for me to take lightly!


I pulled up to the speaker and a scratchy female voice crackled, “Can I help you?” Why don’t they ever make a speaker sign that sounds decent? No wonder so many orders get screwed up. At least it was a girl at the window. And since this wasn’t one of those chain restaurants, they only had one window.


I placed my order and Karen gave me the money. My heart was racing and I could hardly let out the clutch as my legs were shaking so badly. I stalled the car twice because of that which made Karen laugh all the louder.


I pulled up to the empty window and stopped the car. Instinct told me just to floor it and drive the heck out of there before the girl came back but I didn’t. I decided just to look straight ahead until I HAD to look at her.


It seemed like 7 hours before she returned with our food all the while making my personal agony worse as I sat there naked in the car. Of course, it wasn’t really that long but it sure felt like it.


I heard rustling of packages at the window and the girl say, “That’ll be $15.95.”

“LISA?!!!” I exclaimed as I turned to give her the money. “What on EARTH are YOU doing here?” I was shocked but sure enough there dressed in a Snack-Shak T-shirt was my former nemesis (or should I say CURRENT nemesis?)


Lisa looked me over and started giggling. “I work here.”


“But WHY? You have a good job downtown.”


“I need some extra money,” she said looking right at Karen with a serious expression. My eyes darted over at my passenger who looked a bit guilty. Then it dawned on me that maybe Lisa had to pay a ‘token of her gratitude’ to that woman just like I did. Only with Lisa’s job she didn’t make as much as I did as an Account Executive. How awful! She had to take a second job just to keep Karen happy!


Lisa then looked at me. I saw that her smile was gone. Instead, she looked rather sad. She handed me our food and we drove off. I felt bad for her, which was hard for me as I really didn’t like the bitch. See, there I go again. I’ve got to learn to keep my emotions in check.


“THAT wasn’t so hard, was it?” Karen asked sarcastically.


“No, I guess not.”


“You trusted me and did what I wanted you to do and nothing bad happened back there.” Karen remarked. “THAT’S why trust is so important.


I just nodded my head and headed for Karen’s house. The deeper I got involved with Karen the more I began to wonder what I had gotten myself into.


Sunday was a lazy day and nothing much happened. Karen wanted to do the “get-to-know-you” thing and we basically talked. I tried my best not to reveal too much personal information to her.


That night the phone rang and Karen talked for quite a while.


“That was Helen on the phone. She got a contract on that house thanks to you.”


I wished I knew which Helen she was talking about. “Oh, who made the offer?” I asked carefully trying to find out.


“Why, the Stinson’s of course.” THAT little piece of information didn’t help me at all.


“The Stinson’s?”


“Yes, they’re a nice couple who live with their sister.” Karen explained.


So, it was the last two girls and the shy husband that were with the REAL Helen! Then I began to realize that the man and his teenage boys might have been just an accident! My spine tingled at what I had done. And what about Mr. Goddard?! Maybe that was an accident too!


“Yes, the Stinson’s really LIKED you. Helen said you were all they talked about yesterday.” Karen informed me appreciatively. “Thanks for helping me out.”


The fact that they had talked about me all day yesterday made me wonder what they could have said. Were they laughing at me or were they saying kind things? I’m not sure why but I would have liked to have known their real perceptions.


The following morning Karen got me up quite early and I was really glad she did. “You might need these,” she said with a smirk as she tossed my underwear on the bed. I had forgotten about having to sneak back into the office wearing my bra and panties! At least she had the decency to realize that I needed to get an early start so as not to get into trouble.
In no time we were off driving away in the early morning darkness. I was mentally planning on how I was going to sneak into the building without being seen when I noticed something was amiss. “Karen, where are you going?”


“I’m taking you home.”


Puzzled I said, “You’re taking me home?! But I thought . . . you said that you . . .”


“What, that I would drop you off at the office in your panties?” she said making fun of me.


“Well, yeah!”


“No, what I said was that I would bring you back on Monday just as I found you, which was at the front of the main entrance. I never said anything about your underwear.” She smiled at me and I sighed with relief. “Of course, if you really want to go that way . . .” she then suddenly started to turn the steering wheel as if she was going back the other way.


“NO! That’s quite alright.” I said nervously knowing that she MIGHT just make me do it.


I showered and dressed and Karen, true to her word, took me to the office stopping at the main entrance of the building to let me out. That woman surprises me sometimes.


Work went well until about 10:00 o’clock. It was then that Lisa barged into my office and slammed the door closed.


“Lisa?” I asked seeing her agitated state. “What’s wrong?”


“Don’t give me that you whore. You know what’s wrong!” she said as she walked right up to me and pushed me forcibly against the wall.


“I’m afraid I don’t. What’s gotten into you?” I asked starting to get quite worried.


“Oh, that’s just rich. You and your little cute ass,” she said angrily as she pulled on my blouse popping several buttons in the process. “You’re trying to steal Karen from me!” She then ripped my blouse completely open and grabbed my bra with her free hand while the other held me fast against the wall.


“I’m doing no such thing!” I protested.


“Don’t lie to me!” she replied throwing me to the floor using my bra for leverage! I was so shocked. I had never been in a real fight before and certainly not assaulted at work!


“What are you doing you crazy bitch! Get off me!” I squealed as she tore at my clothing. She was acting like a possessed person. I was amazed at her strength and decided just to be passive and not resist lest I get really hurt. In no time she had me stripped to just my panties.


“KAREN belongs to me. Understand! I saw you Saturday playing games. The more time she spends with YOU the less time she spends with ME! I’ve got way too much invested to let some whore like you ruin everything!”


“But I’m not . . . WE aren’t . . .” I tried to explain.


“Don’t try and cross me or you’ll pay the price, understand?” she said getting up off of me. “You’ll find that I’m a serious competitor, and you won’t stand a chance.”


With that she marched out of my office leaving me on the floor all disheveled and scared. I laid there for several minutes trying to comprehend what had just happened. Lisa was jealous! I guess if I had to take a second job to keep a friendship going, I’d be mad too.


But who in the hell did she think she was assaulting me like that?


My clothes were ruined. It was a good thing that I still had the business suit I had worn on Friday. I had left it folded neatly in my desk drawer when I left in my underwear to meet Karen. Oh gosh, I wonder if she saw me leaving with her. Then she saw me Saturday in her car. Sunday she was probably expecting her to call but she spent the day with me. It all started to add up. But what was I going to do about it now? I was definitely going to have to watch my back that’s for sure. Another decision to make, I thought.


I was just buttoning the last button on my blouse when my office door opened and the secretary announced, “Mr. Goddard to see you, Tracy.” He walked right in after her and smiled as he saw me finishing with my blouse, which was still un-tucked from my skirt!


That’s all I needed – to have a client catch me this way! My white blouse did nothing to hide the fact I wasn’t wearing a bra either!


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